As it turned out, Laura took almost a week to get used to it. She kept telling herself that this time she'd be so tired, she'd just sleep straight through all of it, but every time, when the boys showed up and started poking around her insides, she'd inevitably stir and quietly bask in the feeling of those fuzzy little hips humping at her, and those cute little pokers working hard to add a little more mess to her depths. She'd spend maybe an hour or two dozing, drifting in and out of consciousness to the warm sensation of an orgasm building ever so slowly in her belly. Half the time, the kids ran out of juice before she managed to get there, and after they were all gone, she was still all hot and bothered and finally had to reach down and stir up all those thin loads inside till she was satisfied and could at least get a little sleep in. The other half the time, she just had to bite her pillow, riding the edge for minutes on end until, finally, the boy squirted off and her juices flooded out around him. She was gone after that, happy to let them do as they liked.

It had been pretty tough on her, missing all that sleep. She'd show up to work bleary-eyed and barely presentable, but... she actually still got compliments now and then. Looking in the mirror, she realized she was smiling more, and her skin was looking better than usual. And besides being tired, it's true she was feeling better. The first day, on a perverse little whim, she'd left that slimy mess inside her-- it had been so thrilling just to think about, unconsciously tensing to hold it in while she talked with clients, knowing those little kids were probably sleeping right now, refilling their tanks while she kept a mixed batch of all their loads percolating inside her... It was such a rush, she did it just about every time after. Part of her was still horrified, but at this point, she'd given in to it. She was an incredible pervert, and it was fantastic. She felt good, she looked good, and if she could just get the hang of actually getting enough sleep...

About a week later, she finally managed it. She slept through the whole day, and if if weren't for the fact she woke up feeling like she was just glowing, with her lips a touch worn and stuffed with a nice, fresh wad of spunk, she might never have known. Honestly, she was a little surprised they were still at it-- she would have thought most of them would wander off and lose interest or something after the novelty wore off. She wasn't complaining, though. As long as everyone kept the secret, she got to enjoy the afterglow of a good multi-hour, mellow sex session every day...

What Laura didn't realize was that the circle of interested boys wasn't shrinking, but growing. She'd been very clear about the need for secrecy, but the boys inevitably found the secret spreading in ways surely beyond their control. Alan would be entertaining a friend from across town, Wyatt, when he realized what time it was. He tried to keep it a secret, but Wyatt caught on that his friend was hiding something and demanded to find out what. With some thin veneer of reluctance, Alan brought his friend into the circle, and Wyatt had his first time with Mrs. Briar too, eyes rolling up in his head as he clutched at her one smooth thigh, already pockmarked with various clawed grips.

So Wyatt promised to keep the secret as well, then went back home and couldn't help looking the cat that got the cream with his friends. Sooner or later, they'd get him to admit why he was acting so smug, and before long, all of them were finding reasons to catch a ride across town on a series of playdates. Mrs. Briar rapidly gained new strangers crawling between her legs almost every day, eager for a taste of her and happy to leave their contribution to the creamy mess, pushed as deep inside her as their barely developed boyhoods could reach. None the wiser, the human woman readily collected every last boy's bounty...

None of the kids showed up every single day, of course, but as the surrounding neighborhoods caught wind, a line started to form at her bedroom door every day, and an hour or two turned to three or even four hours straight of eager little boys mounting the sleeping woman and spending all they could inside her as carefully as they could. She slept through it all, though every now and then one of the boys would be startled to feel her start clamping tight around him over and over, then wash him down with a hot wave of fresh juices.

One day, a young squirrel was treated to just such an experience, interrupting him mid-rut, and he froze in place, uncertain what to do. At the door, his friends, two donkey brothers, peered inside uncertainly. When he slowly resumed, though, they leaned out again to whisper to each other.

"I think he almost woke her!" Ben fidgeted with his shorts and the growing, eager tent they contained, though his floppy ears were drawn back. "That'd be just my luck. Nobody knows what she'll do, he said. Something awful." The boy looked to his older brother. "What if she calls it off for good if somebody wakes her? Starts locking her door?"

"You think?" Jack frowned, airing his shirt out a little. He didn't tend to say much.

"What if he wakes her up just before we finally get a shot at her?? We'd never get to try girl parts then!" The younger donkey paused a beat. "Not for a long time, anyway. Probably."

His brother smiled slowly. "What about Julia?"

That got Ben blushing. "N-no way! She wouldn't--" he huffed, peeking inside again. "She looks at you more, anyway." He gave Jack a little shove.

Though a year older, Jack was only slightly bigger than his brother... Well, slightly taller, anyway. Still, he was stronger, and when he grinned and shoved back, Ben almost toppled over, hissing a feeble curse.

"Cut it out!" He whispered fiercely, poking his head round the doorway twice more to make sure nothing was awry in there. "You're gonna wake her! Bad enough you're gonna try and go in there. You should wait till last, give everyone a chance first before you ruin it."

That got Jack frowning stubbornly, his mouth twisting into a dramatic C. "I'm older, I should go first."

"I'm not gonna let you ruin this! Not like--" the younger donkey blushed again, and searched for words. "Like everything else. Just let me have this, okay?"

Still frowning, Jack folded his arms dramatically, but finally, he shrugged, looking away.

That seemed to be all Ben needed, as he went back to peeping at his friend, watching that fluffy tail wave about just above the tiny, furry butt flexing fitfully in front of its drastically larger, hairless counterpart. Finally, their friend arched, head falling back, pushing tight against the sleeping woman for a few moments. Then he sagged low, took a moment to waggle his hips around, and drew out with a dopey grin. He was barely starting for the door when Ben rushed in, tugging at his clothes as he went. The squirrel gave him a knowing nod as he wandered off into the hall.

Outside, there had been a steady roll of whispers from all the waiting boys, but in here, it suddenly seemed much quieter. The room was dimly illuminated by sunlight filtering through blue curtains, turning most of the furniture around the room to dark, fuzzy shapes, but in the center, her pale form almost seemed to glow on the gentle pedestal of a futon, low enough for easy access. Welcoming, but elevating.

Finally, really taking a look at her, his eyes took a moment to fully understand that this was a woman he was looking at. He had seen many clothed, skinny, scowling furs like his own mother, but before him lay a mountain range of curving lines, impeccably smooth, flowing broad over proportions he had scarcely known possible. Was that whole thing her butt? And her thighs were thicker than he was, and her breasts... Wow, her breasts...

Ben realized suddenly that he was still clutching at his clothes, lost in eating her up with his eyes. He quickly shoved his shorts down and peeled his shirt off, tossing them aside and running up-- to stop at the last second, remembering his fear. Carefully, chewing his lip, the donkey boy climbed onto the firm mattress and approached. He'd seen how his friend had mounted up, and he did the same. She slept with one leg down, almost straight, and the other knee up, leaving her sort of face down but to one side. He slid in between her legs and straddled the straight thigh-- which slapped his pecker against one great dome of a cheek. He froze, watching her.

Laura had her face buried in her pillow and one arm, the other half-tucked under her. It didn't look terribly comfortable, but she didn't seem to stir. When he managed to quiet his own frantic little panting, he could pick out her own slow, deep breaths easily enough, and he could see her back rising slowly, her breasts shifting, rolling subtly.

The boy sighed, and pushed his point slowly down that smooth skin of hers. It was so soft, it felt amazing just rubbing over it, and he found his hips leaning in on their own before he managed to ease back. Where was...? Right. Their friend had warned them about this. Make sure to go toward her front some. Anyone who went the wrong way would definitely be in a world of trouble! His eyes flicked rapidly between the sleeping woman and her darkened nethers. When he pulled her plush thigh up a little, though, it was easy enough to find-- there was already a sloppy mess spilling out, juices rolling down her leg and a thick glob of white rising as he opened the way. That must be the spot...

His mouth hanging open in a cautious little o, Ben pushed his tip down to mash into that mess. The hot, slimy slick embrace was enough to make his eyes roll up in his head a moment, and he fumbled blindly for somewhere to-- he lurched inside with a little gasp. There! Trembling, swallowing a whimper, he moved slowly. His insides were on fire already, and he could feel something building up in him he'd experienced only once before. N-no. No! Not yet!

His mouth fell open, and the tiniest squeak escaped the donkey boy as his balls lurched up and he fired all he had down that divine chasm. Belatedly, stubbornly, he pushed his hips forward, finally managing to actually bottom out inside her just as he shot his last to paint her cervix. H-he... he could keep... going!

His body sagged. He was shrinking already. He hadn't even lasted long enough to... get all the way in, it had just... it felt too good! His head was spinning like it was gonna roll right off, and he had to hold onto her booty, panting and staring at the sweet gradients of blue sweeping across the ceiling. He... was definitely gonna... come back for her. Every day. Promise. He mouthed the word, promise.

When he felt like he wasn't too wobbly to move, Ben eased back and crawled off the bed as carefully as he could, retrieving his clothes. He fumbled with them a moment but eventually pulled them on, then stepped out to rejoin the others.

"You alright?" Jack eyed him uncertainly.

Ben answered with a wide, lazy grin. "...Yeah, bro. Just, uh..." He glanced back in, and regained just a little sobriety. "Don't wake her, okay?" If his dumb old brother ruined this for everyone after THAT, he'd... well, he'd cry.

The bigger donkey rolled his shoulders, turning to head inside. "I won't."

He could say that, but Ben wasn't sure he could help it. He lingered in the doorway to watch, and hissed to the others, waving them closer, whispering to them.

Jack couldn't make out what the boys were talking about behind him, but his attention was mostly focused on the woman before him.

It still seemed strange to Jack that she'd do this. Adults weren't supposed to do anything like this, he was pretty sure. Not get kids involved with sex stuff. Not even acknowledge sex existed, near as he could tell. And letting them do whatever they wanted while she slept? That sounded crazy! He was honestly kinda tempted to wake her up just to ask her, to make sure she knew all these boys were sneaking into her house and putting things inside her. That'd be awful, if she didn't know.

But... he'd told his brother he wouldn't wake her. And Ben seemed really, really worked up about all this. Jack tried to look after his younger brother like his parents told him, but most of the time it seemed like Ben was looking after him instead. He figured he wasn't a very good older brother, so he tried to make it up to Ben when he could. He screwed things up a lot, but he could at least try not to.

The boy stood there, staring at her big ol' butt for a little while, frowning. One of the boys hissed at him, probably trying to hurry it up, but Jack ignored him. Finally, he had an idea. He'd go ahead with it for now, but he'd come by later, after she woke up, to tell her about it. Just to make sure. And if he got in trouble, he'd pretend it was just him. Ben shouldn't get mad at him about that.

Nodding in satisfaction, Jack stepped closer and opened his jeans. He was sweltering in this heat, but he didn't understand how anyone got away with wearing shorts and not letting anything peek out what shouldn't. Sighing, he slid them down and got up on the futon, on his knees. Just gotta be careful not to wake her... The boys were talking frantically behind him now, and he frowned. Even if he was quiet, it'd be for nothing if they woke her with their arguing! He turned to frown back at them, and surprisingly, all the boys froze, going silent. Well. Least they got the idea.

Or at least, that's what he thought, but soon after he turned back to see about sliding between the naked woman's legs, they started hissing shrill little calls to him. Whatever they wanted, it was just gonna have to wait.

"Holy crap, you weren't kidding!" A wolf breathed over Ben's shoulder. "No way he's not gonna wake her with that thing!"

"Why'd you even bring him?"

"I didn't know!"

"He's my brother, I wasn't gonna leave him out of something like this!"

"Well, now we're all gonna get it!"

"I always kinda wondered what the punishment would actually be..."

Jack finished inspecting her backside. That was the spot, alright. It seemed... smaller than he'd expected, though. Next to all that rump, it seemed positively tiny. She must be pretty comfy sitting just about anywhere, though. Well, nothing for it now but to get started.

...He was nervous, he realized. This still seemed kinda wrong, but also really exciting. He had a lot of mixed feelings, but... looking down, he knew he wanted to at least give it a try. Everyone else had already, after all. It couldn't be too bad... and he remembered the way his brother had looked coming out of here. Yeah... he had to at least try it.

Gathering his nerves, the quiet equine mounted her broad thigh near the knee and lined up the shot. He scooted up carefully, and squeezed his eyes shut when he kissed his tip to that sloppy mess hidden just under her thigh. A low, heavy pant rolled from his throat as he gripped at her thigh with one thick-fingered hand and his own length with the other. Okay... he could see why his brother'd liked this, maybe. He glanced up one more time. She looked so peaceful, stretched out under him.

He pushed in. And... her flesh gave, but he didn't really... The boy frowned. Carefully, he ground around a little, but he was caught on this one little spot, like there was a little ring wrapped around his tip, suckling at it. He tried pushing in tighter, and... it stretched wider, just a little. Shuddering softly, the boy took hold of her leg in both thighs, his thoughts turning to static. His hips pumped in, and that tiny opening stretched wider still, slowly devouring his flare. He didn't notice her toes curling behind him, or her fingers digging into the bedding. He threw his entire body into one more thrust, and-- he popped through!

Mouth hanging open, Jack trembled a moment, panting softly. He was... caught, squished tight in a grip like a closed fist. Except... it was also soft, and so wet it set his every nerve on fire. He was... inside her! The pressure was incredible, but he wanted more, so much more. A flittering thought to be worried, that maybe he'd done something wrong somehow, was lost among the blazing hunger to throw his hips forward, to bury more of his thing between those plush, slowly flexing lips, and his toes dug at the bedding as he walked forward one knee at a time, shoving more into her with tiny, frantic pants of need. He was pulling on her leg just as much as pushing with his knees, working to cram it all in-- until suddenly, she ran out of space.

He lurched to a stop, his tip grinding against a wall of flesh, and he blinked in consternation down at her. Sure, he only had maybe an inch left, but... she couldn't...? For an instant, anger flared inside him, his hungers frustrated, but-- she was giving of herself. Just... poor luck for him, he supposed. It was true he was a little large, maybe the other boys didn't have this problem. And... she still felt... incredible.

Laura tended to have the dream about odd little furry creatures a lot. Sometimes it was a toy poodle, sometimes a tiny version of the hairy thing from star wars, sometimes just some strange little fuzzy monster. And sometimes it was... a furry boy. They'd jump on her and start humping away, maybe mean little things trying to attack her or maybe mischievous little things, and she'd just ignore them, or maybe bat them away, or just enjoy while doing something else. They hardly did anything anyway. It was just another thing that happened all the time in her dreams, and she'd actually fought one off surprisingly quickly before heading to work. Nobody was there, but that was fine, she didn't know why she was there anyway.

Then the ground surged up. Like god's fist had punched up under her, and the ground was just a thin, rolling barrier. Everything fell away, and it was just her on this dissolving ground. Another lunge upward threw her head over heels, and another. Finally, lying on her belly, she clung to the ground-- and watched in horror as something colossal punched up through the ground, splitting it wide open to lunge into the sky. She stared up at the huge, black monolith destroying the world, running it through from one end to the other. Everything was destroyed!

That terror and sense of devastation brought the human woman stumbling out of sleep, her eyes snapping open as her belly churned, something surging through her gut like it was going to split her in half. Her mouth burst open in a choked, silent moan, and she bit into her arm, at once terrified and overwhelmed with pleasure. W-what the fuck was happening? It took her a good two seconds to even remember the boys, but-- but this couldn't be the boys?? This was a man, and unlike any she'd--

Another stroke punched against her cervix, scrambling her thoughts, and she nearly had to start over again. He was going slow, just dragging carefully out of her, then throwing himself into burying in her once more. She could hear him panting softly, but... that didn't sound like a man. The hands gripping at her weren't human, and they were... small. No. It couldn't be...?

Her body shifted with another heavy stroke, and she carefully peeked over her shoulder at her assailant.

Mouth open, tongue hanging out, his ears low and flopping over his face as his body surged forward, the boy was a horse or something with a rugged, reddish-brown coat of fur dappled white at the tips of his ears and around his mouth. His eyes were glazed over, staring just over her head as he worked at pumping her full of... christ, he had to be something like a foot long! She honestly didn't know, but no one had ever stirred her up inside like this. She was almost nauseous, but the sheer stimulation was worth it. Her whole body was blazing hot and covered with goosebumps, and she was building toward an orgasm. If she was judging right by the heat in her nethers, it wasn't her first today, either.

She should probably stop him or... something. She'd warned them not to wake her or there'd be terrible consequences, and she really did need her sleep, but... holy fuck! She was chewing too deep into her arm, and instead bit into her pillow, clutching at it, doing her best to smother and hold back her moans. He... he couldn't really help his size, could he? How could she punish him for that...? Her cunt was smoldering and slowly catching fire as she rationalized away anything that might stand between her and getting railed fully on this thing. Maybe... maybe she could just keep pretending she was still asleep! He hadn't seemed to notice just yet...!

Jack was lost in an otherworldly experience. Until this point, probably the best moment in his life had been a month and a half ago, when his mother had told him he was a good boy and gave him a really soft, gooey cookie. Now, he was buried in a soft, gooey cunnie and all he could think about was sawing in and out of her, fighting the straining, interweaving waves of pressure to plunge deep and the insidious suction pulling out that consumed his thoughts and tugged on the insides of his balls. Her insides flowed around him even as they crushed him, and her body was so soft he couldn't stop grabbing at her, squeezing her, trying to fill his clumsy little hands with all of that soft, smooth flesh that he could. He felt like he might fall into her entirely any second, somehow, and he wouldn't even mind.

And the more he shoved into her, trying to stretch her out just a little further so he could squeeze in his very last half an inch, the more it... changed him. The more he got of her, the more he wanted, and the more the warmth in his belly churned and spun up into a terrible fire. It scared him, how much he wanted her, and it was only getting stronger. Some small part of him said he should stop, but it was too late. He was slapping his balls off that broad, pale, glistening cheek, his fingers were digging into her so hard his arms were flexing with it, and his legs were lunging into every stroke, pushing harder, slamming into her faster with each stroke to slice through that colossal mass that was her big, fat booty. He was steel hard, fascinated and absolutely certain of his every move for once in his life. He was in a trance, and the worried whimpering of the boys in the doorway seemed a world away.

Something bloomed deep down in his belly, and his teeth stopped grinding, his mouth falling open suddenly. His entire body threw in against her and crumpled over her like a discarded puppet as his head, deep inside her stretched canal, flared wide directly against her cervix, stretching the opening wide and pulled taut over his terrible brunt-- with his slit pushed straight through. The first lance of white sliced through her, and she felt it in the back of her womb, trying to crawl right up her tubes. He unleashed a terrible onslaught on her, filling her womb with blast after hot blast till it swelled in her middle, heavy and roiling with hot animal spunk. She quivered all over as she came around him, hard, chewing a hole in her pillow as her eyes rolled up under tightly shut eyes. If Jack had the sight to notice, he surely would have known the game was up from how she curled up, visibly screaming into her pillow, as her stomach grew a touch more padded.

But the young donkey could see nothing. His eyes were filled with stars, his senses inundated with a profound ecstasy he was not prepared for. Like a mortal propelled across dimensions, he understood so little of what was happening, so much of it passed through his fingers and beyond his comprehension, but he understood enough to be humbled, fascinated, and, in the end, devastated. He huddled over her, filling her utterly, and the excess rolled down her thigh around his quivering balls till they finally eased. And for a few moments, he just... breathed. That was all he could do.

Then, he started to move. To push in again. Motion was searing pleasure, but in a way, he loved it. The way that thick mess churned around him seemed to steal the exhaustion from his muscles, and he set to rutting at her again. Addicted. He was absolutely addicted to her.

"O-okay, come ON!" Laura finally burst out, breathless, flushed and teary-eyed. Jack froze. The boys froze. For one moment, no one moved, though the young donkey still throbbed inside her, actually still spending the last of his last load inside her.

The human drew a deep breath, struggling with it just a little. "I..." She cleared her throat, trying to figure out what... how to handle this. "You're... very gifted, down there, dear." Shit, just forming English right now was a nightmare. She was still in a very special kind of daze, her body half-asleep and half-overcharged with the incredible experience she'd just gone through. "But... I think you'd better..." She sighed heavily. She didn't want him to pull out, not really. But... if he started pulling this thing out on her all the time, she'd never get any real sleep. Christ.

She twisted enough to look him in the eye properly. "...What's your name?"

The boy's ears drew low as he shriveled a little under her eye... though he showed no sign of relenting inside her. "...Jack, ma'am."

She blinked at him fuzzily. Ma'am? Well. Wasn't that nice. "Nice to meet you, Jack. I'm Laura." She was introducing herself to the boy that was balls deep inside her. She might have giggled, if she could spare the energy. "Jack... do you know that you're... bigger, down there, than other boys?"

He looked down and nodded briefly. "...A bit."

A bit, her ass. "Actually, you're bigger than a lot of full-grown men. You... should be careful where you put that thing, okay? It'd be easy for you to hurt someone if they're not... ready for you."

If anything, he looked more horrified now than when she'd first barked for him to stop. And, she was sad to realize, he was actually starting to soften inside her. "I... Did I hurt you?" There was a thread of worry, almost panic in his voice that just made her wanna hug him up.

She settled for squeezing him between her legs, and inside, for now. "...You were very... surprising... but you didn't hurt me, no." She smiled faintly. "It was... very nice, really. But... there's no way I'd be able to sleep through that."

His relief quickly turned to disappointment, his eyes falling away to one side. "...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break the rules." He contemplated that for a moment. "...I guess I can't, um... visit again... then...?"

Laura considered him for a moment, then loosened her legs around him. Smiling a touch deviously, she met his eye again. "...Come here." ...He stared at her blankly in answer, and with a huff, she wriggled her hips a little. "Pull out of me, and bring that thing up here. I want a better look at you."

That he could do-- though it was hard to muster the willpower to actually pull all the way out. She was so wonderfully slippery inside, and the suction was only greater now. As he pulled out, all he could think of was how wonderful it would be to plunge right back in, and the further out he got, the sweeter that thought... When his flare caught behind her inner lips, drawing a high, shuddering moan from the woman, his entire body shook a moment with the terrible desire to just...!

No. He could do this. With a disconsolate groan, he yanked free, and a thick spurt of spunk coated his length, then rolled down her leg. She slumped, releasing a tension he hadn't noticed, and for a moment they both slouched, at once relieved and terribly disappointed to be apart. But he had an order to carry out, and eventually the boy waddled over, over her other thick thigh, past her broad, subtly jiggling breasts, following her guidance to settle his knees in front of her face.

She had to take a moment to stare at it. In the dark, it was a strange, sinister span of black and dull pink and white, mottled thick with veins and cream, and the musk was overpowering. She carefully wrapped a hand around it, and her finger and thumb couldn't quite meet, even squeezing at him. She licked a hanging droplet from his tip, and earned a lazy spurt across the face as he whimpered over her. Shuddering, the woman sealed her lips to him a moment, suckling his head clean of one small fraction of the load he, and who knows how many before him, had stuffed into her womb. Still hot and fresh...

"Um..." It was a young boy's voice, but not the same one. Laura dragged her head up to look back.

Several of the other boys had quietly stepped into the room. Maybe it was just her head being fuzzy, but she didn't recognize any of them. "Are we... in trouble?"

One of them was another donkey, that looked rather similar to this one. He looked a bit frantic. "We tried to stop him, we told him it was a bad idea, but he just...! Please don't stop all this just cause he was... cause he broke the rule!"

The boys looked quite anxious, but not just fearful. Their eyes were all intent on her, flicking between her face and her body, and each was bearing a tent or a bare rod. A tiny mob of boys with very unchildlike hungers, and... they smelled the blood in the water.

Laura sighed, considering all of this, and she suckled at that fat rod, savoring the salt of his taut flesh. What to do...

Finally, she pulled off that flared head with a slurp, pulling a little whimper of a moan from the boy attached to it. "You boys... are all VERY lucky that I'm in a good mood." She sighed, feeling the alternating waves of hungry warmth and thrilling cold roll over her as she contemplated what she was doing. "Come here, then... Just this once, I'll play with all of you. Get 'em out. C'mon!" She really was half-awake, most of these boys didn't even look familiar. Where was that little rabbit? Ah well.

At her rushing, they all clambered up onto the futon, pulling their pants down and tossing clothes in every direction. Laura sighed as she watched, stroking up and down the magnificent creature looming just by her brow. None of them held a candle to this... Jack. Not even the other little donkey. But they were all cute, and all so terribly hard looking at her... The raw desire in their gazes warmed her, and the innocent faces bearing them made her shiver. She was a sinner, alright.

She reached down and spread her cheeks in offering. "Who wants another go? It's a bit messy..."

She could feel it was sloppy after Jack's run-in with her, but they could see better than she how obvious his passage was. Her sex was absolutely caked with seed, a sloppy pie with her lips still spread in welcome. They glanced between each other, and finally, the younger donkey, Ben, stepped forward. He was aching hard again, and... something about this tugged at him. He wanted to have her again. To do her after his stupid big brother had wrecked her and messed the place up.

"Enjoy, honey." The older woman smiled, and looked to the others. "Let's see... You like my breasts, honey?" She caught a white and black little cat staring at her chest, and beckoned him closer with a smirk and a crooked finger. "Here... put that right here." She lifted one breast, exposing her milky, almost shining smooth inner cleavage. The boy swallowed and got down on his knees, straddling her one fat tit, and pressed his twitching pecker into her soft flesh. He barely started to sigh happily when she smashed her other heavy breast down atop that shaft, utterly burying it, and she drew one of his cute little paws up to press on top. "There... how's that?"

The feline sat there a moment, his mouth hanging open, then his hips started bucking wildly, scritching gently at her flesh with his tiny barbs as he titfucked her eagerly. She giggled, taking that for a good enough answer, and looked round. One more... there. "You. Come around this side." A gray little wolf was staring at her, his tail wagging anxiously, and he jumped when she pointed a finger at him. He was quick to obey, though, and moved round to the head of the futon, on the other side from Jack. "Do you suppose you'd be happy with just a hand...?"

He seemed uncertain at first, but her fingers delicately spread over his length and wrapped around the whole of him, stroking him down and even toying with his fuzzy little nuts. The canine managed a little bark, bristling, and soon found himself thrusting into her palm, surprisingly addicted just to the feel of her skin. Just a touch of his pre and it was wonderful to grind all over...

"Alright... the rest of you just wait till someone finishes, then you can take his place. Okay?" She glanced over at another boy, and smiled playfully. A little twitch of her foot, and she caressed his need between two of her toes. "Or find something you'd like to touch, I don't mind..."

They didn't seem sure how to take that at first, but the one at her foot experimented a little with her foot and soon set to grinding against it, blushing and puffing softly. Others frowned curiously, moving closer, and eager little rods started poking at her all over, gliding across her thick thighs, kissing moisture to her back, grinding on whatever they found. One even snuck his poker into her armpit. A dozen warm, furry little bodies, quivering with need and pushing against her, grinding hard little cocks all over her...

She never knew her idea of heaven was so perverse.

She didn't bother looking up, she just opened wide and gobbled up the equine before her again, dragging sweet little moans from his lips as she set to having a proper taste of him, slurping down inches of that thick shaft. His spunk was still clinging to him down that shaft, and she slurped it off, greedily claiming still more of him, till his flare was nudging against the back of her throat, making her shudder. She'd never thought she'd be up to tricks like this again after she got out of college and married...

Ben honestly didn't know why he was... why, even before he'd mounted her again, he knew this would feel this good. Sure, putting it in here before had been amazing, but... he'd watched his stupid big brother with his stupid huge thing go and put it in after him, and he could practically see her stretching out as Jack went at her. Now, her lips were nearly hanging open, and Jack's white stuff was almost pouring out, and... he wanted to go in again. He should've been mad, or something, right? And yeah, when he put his thing in there-- he could barely feel her lips. It was like he was just pushing into a thick muck of his brother's leavings, barely touching her lips. And somehow... it had him quivering and humping at her frantically, stirring up that mess, getting it all over his legs. The more he thought about his big brother stretching her out and filling her up, the more Ben stuck it to her, wildly pumping through that mess and panting out little silent whimpers. It was such a slippery mess, he kept slipping out, poking off to one side or the other, but he just kept at it!

He was so wrapped up in it, he jumped when Mrs. Briar touched him. She'd paused in licking his big brother to smile down at him. "Tell you what... I'm pretty, uh... after this boy, I'm a little... Do you want to try something... different?" She reached down to one side, winking at him. "Just this one time."

Her hand was much bigger than his, but it still seemed woefully small clutching at one of her fat cheeks and pulling it up and spread, revealing... a dark little crater, not far off from the mess he was mashing into. Ben peered up at the woman in disbelief a moment, but she seemed to be sincere. Put it in... there? The little donkey licked his lips. That sounded... dirty, but... if she said he could, then... he should at least try, right?

The boy scooted over, adjusting his seat to ride her thigh on the other side, sliding up to mash his thigh to her puffy mound and slip the other in between her cheeks. He gripped at that mountain of jiggling flesh she was holding up for him, and with all the care he could muster in a rutty haze, he lined his tip up with her extra entrance.

He pushed, and stopped dead. He could feel her... flex against him, it was definitely the right spot, but he couldn't...! Squirming, the boy pushed and humped uncertainly, pushing at that spot. He was utterly coated still with his brother's produce, so there was plenty of slick spreading around, but for all his pushing...! The woman sighed, relaxing, and his next push shoved through suddenly. His mouth fell open as hot, crushing flesh wrapped around him, capturing and strangling the tip of his poker. Fumbling little hands grabbed and wrestled with her hip, and he pushed in harder, mashing his body in against her rump, but it was so thick, he could only squeeze a little deeper. Her rump was so big he couldn't even get half his thing inside her, but what he did get in there was given plenty to make up for it.

Laura finally let her cheek go for the boy to deal with and turned with a hint of a smile to resume her adoration of the creature before her. She'd given her throat a chance to recover, and this time, she was sure she'd get it! She slathered that heavy rod with spit, running her tongue up and down his bulk before eating him up again. He always made the sweetest little noises when she started making him disappear. Now, closing her eyes, she tried to relax... to revel in everything that was happening to her, and will herself to open up...

This was what she'd been dreaming about --daydreaming, rather-- since they'd started this whole perverse arrangement. It was wonderful to wake up with such an exquisite sense of satisfaction, but she couldn't help but wonder what she was missing. How many times did these little boys cum in her? How much time did they spend humping away? They must have been adorable, fumbling and learning and gradually getting better at mounting and fucking her... She'd fantasized about what it would be like if they... if they decided to all get together and just... fuck her ragged on all sides. A mutiny, and all these hungry little dicks homing in on her every orifice... As if she needed another reason to get all hot and bothered at work.

But this was better. Well, maybe not quite as exciting. But wonderful still, and better that she was still in control. That she was swallowing this fat horse cock because she wanted to, and not because everything really was going wrong. Yes... but she could still... pretend she was at their mercy...

And just like that, her throat opened. Jack gasped noisily as a thick ridge rose in the woman's neck, slowly sliding down to almost the base. She had a death grip on his rump, pulling him right in till her nose was buried in his adorable little crotch fuzz, his rather impressive sack spreading across her chin. Her head was buzzing heavily with something wonderful, all thoughts lost in the wonderful feeling of fullness. He was throbbing in her throat, a boy was just blasting his load between her breasts, and there were four or five little cocks just rubbing all over her body. Her grip tightened on the one in her hand, fingers wrapping around the back of a flaring knot, and another squeak rose, depositing a hot mess across her palm and down her wrist. She did want to taste it, but he barely left her fingers before another hot poker was jutting into that mess, smearing it around. Ah... now this... this was the life.

Ben's face crumpled, and he made some feeble attempt to hold back, but-- no. It was all coming out of him again, and all he could do was hump into that crushing grip, to try and make sure his mark stayed inside her. His legs shook with the effort of pushing against that heavy rump, but he kept himself as deep in there as he could manage, till the last jittery pulse left him, and he crumpled back. It... it wasn't fair. He only barely got to enjoy her before it was over! And here she was, squirming eagerly and glistening with sweat and all messy with juices in there, but he was just... he couldn't...

Chewing his lip, the young donkey moved over again. It was so sensitive and softening already, but he pushed his thing into that mess between her thighs. Closing his eyes, he ground through it all. His big brother's mess, from using up this beautiful hole till it couldn't even notice him anymore. He'd gotten one taste of her, and now she was ruined forever. Probably only Jack could do her properly here again. Ben's favorite thing in the world, and Jack had taken it and used her up.

He was hard again. Shaking, he slid over and pushed into her rump one more time. He didn't understand, and his mind was a haze, but he gave in to the strange, revolving light and dark in his heart, his hips pushing frantically to pump through her powerful ring of muscle.

Jack was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to be doing this. Not-- not the putting his thing in her mouth, he'd heard girls could do that. But... he was pretty sure it was supposed to be the girl that did it. And now, with a lot of teasing and some silent guiding, Mrs. Briar had him... well...

His balls were bouncing wildly off her chin, his belly was flexing against her brow, and his feet were spread wide, knees out. Both his hands were wrapped tight around the back of her skull to hold onto her and pull her in as he bent over her, mouth hanging open, panting out, tongue hanging over her mussed hair. A soft thud rang up his spine each time he planted to the root in her throat, throbbing between her teeth, his flare flexing to try and grab onto something all the way down in the bottom of her neck. Then he was dragging out, pulling at her flexing muscles, forcing them to part and spread as he dragged her own drool back up into her mouth to slop down her chin. His sack was soaking in the stuff by now... Then his fingers would flex, pulling at her head as he rammed down again, a throaty groan bursting from him as her throat rushed up around his girth to consume him all over. Drool splattered down his thighs and over her resting arm as he bounced back for the next blow.

A faint, niggling thought that he should really be gentler with her was just about all that was left of his mind. The rest was fire, stoking the engines that drove him to mate with her face. If he ever dared slow or ease up, her hand rose to pull at his rump again, urging him for more, and this woke something terrible in him. He was a runaway terror now, pushing the most terrible, lewd sounds from her throat as he shaped it to his rod, plunging up and down to scrape her own drool out and stuff his flowing juices into her belly.

He barely recognized the end when it came. It was a wall of flames rising behind him, passing slowly through him, and he bared his teeth, something strange dragging from his throat as his hips drove forward, riding that searing wave. Her body had been bouncing back and forth under the attack, but now it trembled fitfully under his heavy grinding as he swelled in her neck, sealing it shut, and poured everything he had right down into her belly, fingers digging at her skull, his body arching, his balls flexing steadily against her chin. Her hand scooped him close, groping at his flexing rump, and he squeaked.

Ben had been doing a better job holding back, but something was happening now. She started seizing even tighter around him, flexing on and off again and again, and-- and that mess was squirting out of her! Fresh, hot lumps of white spewed from her lips to splash over the bed and her leg as he watched, straining under her wringing grip. He answered his big brother's squeak with a gurgling rasp of his own, and one more time, he gave up what little he could offer to this incredible, luxurious creature spread out before him.

The air was thick with the scents of many different boys' juices, and the donkeys weren't the only ones to slump over the strange human woman, clutching at her, grinding at her as they spent their last. A few were still eagerly pumping, but by the time Jack managed to drag out of her throat --she clung to him stubbornly the first few times he tried-- the last boy had sprayed white cream over her back with a fevered little panting and sat back. All of them were puffing and flushed and satisfied.

And at their center, Laura was radiant. Or at least... in her mind, she was. Not just a stuffed womb, and not just a stomach stuffed to bursting with spunk, but... covered in it. She could feel it slowly cooling all over her legs, her breasts, her ass, her shoulders, her back, her arms... A thick splattering from head to toe and practically all the way through her. She couldn't have asked for more. She was sweltering under all these cute, furry little things, dizzy with all the orgasms they'd driven through her. She wanted to hold on to this moment forever...

Still, she had to come up for air eventually, and after a minute or two just basking in all of it, licking at that spent donkey dick and enjoying the way its bearer whimpered and squirmed from the teasing to his hypersensitive flesh... The stirring air was making the seed on her skin grow chilled, and she was starting to cramp up a little keeping up this position through all of that. Crap.

"Alright..." She puffed, resting her head in the boy's lap. "That's all for today. All you boys, go home... come back tomorrow, if you like." She smiled lazily. She... she knew she'd already been an incredible pervert just getting into this, but just now, it struck her again what she was doing... what she was becoming. It still scared her a little, but... she couldn't help but relish it. She was already so deep, there was nothing to do but enjoy...

The big boy whose lap she'd stolen tried to shift, but she held him close. "Not you," she breathed. "...Jack, right?" He mumbled in the positive, and she sighed warmly as the other boys started to pull away. "C'mere..." She leaned up and pulled him to stoop low so she could whisper in his ear.

The other boys watched curiously as she whispered to him, taking their time putting their clothes back on. The donkey perked, smiling sheepishly and nodding now and then, then his expression shifted to... confusion? Suddenly he blushed, looking utterly flabbergasted, and stared down her body spread before him. She went on a little more, and finally let him go-- after giving his shaft and balls a few more lazy kisses that had him squirming and fussing like he might under an overattentive mother's affection before parting. At last, she let him rise as she flopped out on the futon and relaxed.

All the boys were still staring as he got dressed, some murmuring about his thing as he finally put it away, with some effort. They only left when he finally moved to go, and they crowded around him, asking in about as subtle a whisper as a gaggle of excited boys could manage after what she'd said.

"Uh... well..." Jack swallowed, and smiled fretfully. "A few things... she said I could come back, but only when it's time for her to wake up." The boys frowned at that, but some slowly started to nod, understanding. Some snickered. They pressed for more.

"Well..." The donkey boy cleared his throat, glancing back into the room one more time as they started down the hall. "She, um... she... told me that if anyone else wakes her, they'll definitely... be punished. And..." Here he blushed all over again, tugging his pants up a little. "...You definitely don't wanna be punished." That had the boys frowning curiously and pressing for more, but that was all Jack would explain... for now.

Back in her room, Laura smiled quietly. She waited till the sounds of the boys were long gone before slowly picking herself up, out of the juices pooled on the bed under her...