"You lost, kid?"
The question wasn't all that intimidating, nor was the mousette who'd looked up from her phone long enough to stare Dale down and ask it scary, despite an impressive amount of flashy piercings. But the courage the young bear had been able to muster was even less impressive, and the inquiry had been enough to derail him. Sure, the girl working behind the counter was quite young, but she was still older than the twelve-year-old cub, and more to the point she was an adult. Dale wasn't and he knew full well he needed to be one just to be in here.
"No!" he said, defensively, trying to make his voice sound deep even though it hadn't broken yet. Damn, why did Ronnie have to win the toss? He’s better at talking to people...
"Right, so you know where you are. Next question then - what are you doing here?" the mousette asked.
"I'm just... browsing." Dale replied.
"Right. Look Teddy, I know you boys hear about shelves full of rubber dongs and think it would be a hilarious sight, but we carry a very wide range, and I don't need another angry mom in here complaining how her little angel is having nightmares after a 'Clydesdale Deluxe' fell on him."
"I'm not here for... those! And I'm not just here to look around. I've got money and I want to buy a ...uh... you know, it's like a sort of silicone sleeve?" the bear asked, blushing under his fur as the mousey girl just stared at him and hoping to get him to say what he wanted.
"Oh, you mean a pocket pussy? Rod rubber? Cunt-in-a-can?" she asked in a helpful tone of voice, stunning the boy who'd never heard a woman of any age talk like that so casually.
"Y-yes?"
The mousette rolled her eyes and considered shooing the bear cub away with the advice that he stick to poundin' his paw, but an idea popped into her mind. A friend of hers was into some really weird stuff, even by the standards of someone who worked in a sex shop, and had convinced the mouse that she'd managed to cast a spell on an ona-hole that would act as a sort of portal to the object of the user's desire. But since neither of them had a cock or desired women, they'd never really tested it. The idea of giving it to this cute, innocent little boy was too good to pass up.
"Well, you know I can't sell you anything since you're nowhere near eighteen, right? But we could work something out. We tend to get promotional material form the manufacturers, sort of like demo models..."
"Ewww! You mean..." Dale began, with a distinctly sour expression.
"No, not like that! We don't let people pork them! They're just so folks can see what they look like, how the material feels... how tight they are..." she said, putting emphasis on the last word and smiling as the cub tried to hide the tent in his pants. "Think fast!" she squeaked, tossing a flesh-toned cylinder towards the little bear. The thing nearly bounced out of his grasp before he got a hold of it, a look of awe crossing his face as he got a feel for the soft, skin-like material. His eyes were glued to it as he turned it around, noting that one end looked like a small but very pretty pussy, while the other was just a snug little pucker. The kid almost pushed a finger right in before he remembered the saleswoman grinning at him as she leaned over the counter.
"How much?" he asked.
"How much you got on ya?"
"Ten dollars?" the bear said, hoping it would be enough and he wouldn't have to give up the squishy tube.
"Deal! Now run along before someone catches your underage ass in here." She said. The cub handed her the money and almost ran out, and as she watched him dash away the mousette couldn't help but imagine how cute little teddy would look humping the thing. And if it really did work, the mischief a horny boy like that would cause. Huh, if it's really a portal, I wonder where his little bear-cummies are gonna end up? Wow, I'm glad I'm on the pill!
*******
"We're never using a coin toss to decide anything ever again!" Dale pouted while the skunk tried not to look too pleased with himself as he examined the soft silicone prize.
"C'mon, don't be a sore loser. I'm sure I'm not gonna last long and then you can have a go." Ronnie said, examining the soft rubbery tube, focusing on the opening that had a small but pretty hot looking pussy. The two of them were in his room, and figured that the dishes would keep his mom busy and provide enough background noise to keep her from overhearing anything. "Whoah! The inside's all... textured. It's got these little ridges and nubs... probably feels just like the real thing." the skunk commented as he pushed his index finger in and felt around the inside of the toy.
"Okay, so what do we do now? Don't we need hand lotion or something to make it slippery?" the bear asked, trying to sound less sullen.
"I dunno. Doesn't really feel dry in there. What the..." he trailed off as he pulled the finger out, both boys looking surprised to see it looking wet.
"What is that?" the bear wondered out loud.
"I don't know, but..." Ronnie wondered as he sniffed his finger "... it doesn't smell bad. Maybe it's how it works - it lubes up when something rubs around inside?" the skunk said, giving the toy itself a few good sniffs. "Either way, I can't wait anymore!" the boy said, fishing out a fully hard skunk shaft. The first few attempts to get the round glans in missed and served only to smear both his pre and the sweet-smelling stuff leaking from the toy all over the silicone labia. Finally Ronnie gripped it just behind his head and stuck his tongue out as he concentrated on keeping his tip aimed at the little hole as he pushed down. For a moment it looked like he was about to slip again but with a gasp and a shudder of his bushy tail the boy felt the head of his cock slip into something unbelievably soft and tight. He let out a shuddering breath and paused for a seconds, just staring at the little pink labia splayed around his length.
"So? How does it feel?" Dale asked.
"Un-unbelievable! Nothing like pawing off!" the boy said as he pushed another inch in. 
The thing even felt warm and he guessed his rubbing and prodding must have heated it up. It even seemed to tremble a little but he supposed that it must he his hand shaking. Not even the first time he'd jerked himself off ever felt this intense, and he wasn't even all the way in. The way the undersized folds were wrapped around him also made his young cock look like something out of a porn clip, and it inspired the young skunk to do what those guys did. Gripping the silicone sleeve with both paws, he pushed it down just as he bucked his hips, burying everything he had into the fleshlight. A clatter of metal on tile followed it, and the two boys' ears perked up at the notion that Ronnie's mother might come up and find out what they were doing. But even that fear wasn't enough to make the skunk pull out of the toy that now seemed to be twitching around his cock.
"Hey, you -ugh!- mind going downstairs, make sure mom's still in the kitchen?"
"Yeah, okay..." Dale said. He wasn't thrilled at being sent away, but he sure as hell didn't want their new favorite thing to be confiscated before he'd even had a go!
*******
Good god woman, get a grip on yourself!
The words ran through Sandra's head as she bent over to pick the dropped ladle up, but even that little movement seemed to rub her a very right sort of way. A minute ago it had been a very light touch but in a spot where light touches felt great. She wasn't exactly surprised to feel it but she was surprised at how intense it was! She hadn't been in heat in over a decade and her doctor had warned her that the comeback would be a shock. She and Donald had a talk, and while suppressant pills were great as birth control, they both missed the wild passion of being intimate while she was in heat. And since Ronnie was enough for them, her hubby had gotten a vasectomy so that every once in a while they could send their boy away to a sleep-over and share some very intense intimacy.
So when she felt that first tingly tickle she just thought her heat was back with a bang. Her thoughts had immediately drifted to her man and the fun they'd have once they managed to get the house to themselves. And with her mind filled with such decidedly lurid thoughts, she supposed it had been no wonder that she could almost feel something part her folds and slip in, her cunny gushing happily as her folds parted around a hard, warm male. But that sudden thrust had felt real! A good kind of real to be sure, but something that couldn't possibly be a fantasy. As the utensil clattered to the tiles she wondered if she'd been so lost in lustful woolgathering that Donald had actually managed to sneak up on her and slip himself in. But as she turned around she could see no one in the kitchen, even though her sex insisted someone was in her, twitching away as her walls pulsed around what she was sure was a skunk's shaft. Even the movement involved in bending over to pick up the ladle had felt like her velvety walls were rubbing up against a stiff little intruder. She gripped the edge of the sink as the phantom cock seemed to start moving, and almost got a heart attack when she heard a voice behind her.
"Mrs. Porter, are you okay? Ronnie and me heard something fall..." Dale asked, half-way down the stairs and looking surprised to see the skunkette in the state she was in.
"Oh, f-fine sweetie, just dropped something." she said, feeling heat rise to her cheeks as she tried to bluff her way with her son's best friend while something seemed to be awkwardly fucking her!
"You sure?" the cub asked her, noticing that his friend's mom was acting weird but (hopefully!) having no idea what that expression and that tone of voice meant.
"Yes dear, thank you for asking. Y-mpfh!-you can run along now..." she said, hoping the boy would lose his sense of curiosity before things escalated beyond her ability to hide.
"Okay..." Dale said, but as he reached the top of the stairs he paused. He kept his stubby ears perked, and a few seconds later he heard Ronnie's mom muffle another strange noise. 
He really had no idea what was going on but for some reason he wanted to get at least another peak of Mrs. Porter, just to make sure she was fine. The kitchen she was in was the kind separated from the living room by just a counter, so after carefully creeping down a few steps he had a good view of the skunkette's behind as she went back to the dishes. There definitely seemed to be a lot of clattering going on, as if her hands were unsteady, and the huge fluffy tail was also doing weird things. While Sandra couldn't explain what was happening to her, the young bear couldn't describe why he couldn't take his eyes off her. Surely there was more fun to be had in Ronnie's room, where his friend was even now pumping away at their new...
"OooOohhhh!"
The cry made Dale's eyes shoot open wide and they almost popped out when the skunkette's luxurious tail briefly lifted and her back arched. It had lasted a moment but it was long enough for the sight to carve itself upon an impressionable young mind. Ronnie's mom was wearing those tight yoga pants in some creamy color, so the damp patch had stood out, dark and proud under the curve of her ass. He thought for a moment that the skunkette might have been touching herself, but the woman was genuinely trying to do the dishes, all the while shuddering and trying to muffle her moans. And Ronnie was up there, humping away...
The bear had no idea how what he thought was happening was happening, but the more he thought about it the realer it seemed. His first thought was to run up and warn his friend to... to stop fucking his mom apparently. But he'd never believe me. Probably say I was just trying to get my turn faster. he thought to himself. Still, he felt like he owed it to the skunk to try and warn him, but any sense of loyalty was dashed when Mrs. Porter just barely muffled another strange noise. The sight had been captivating before, but now that he knew what it was - that he was watching a hot older woman get fucked without even knowing it - there was no hope of moving Dale. Figuring the only two people in the house were preoccupied, he slipped his stiff shaft from his pants and began to stroke it.
Sandra did her best to keep her hands from shaking as she reached for another plate. Despite her doctor's warnings, she was shocked at the sensations coming from between her legs. All she did was fantasize about her husband a little and now she felt like she was actually being rutted. The simple chore that she could usually do without even thinking about it was now demanding all her attention, and the sensation of a cock sliding in and out of her left her with little to spare. But she definitely didn't want to drop anything and have the boys rushing down to see if she were all right. Goodness, what would Ronnie think of his mother if he saw her panting and rubbing her thighs together?
And it wasn't just the thighs doing the rubbing. She could feel her cunny twitching and flexing in that frantic way that only happened when she was in heat, the physical manifestation of her need to be mated. It always served to drive her hubby crazy, and the pulsing of her walls would always guarantee she got off at least once before he finished. And even though she knew it was absurd she could almost swear there was someone, or at least something inside her, pumping away and enjoying the way her pussy was flexing. Even as she scrubbed and wiped the sensation only got more... real, and she could feel herself getting wet back there. Every time she looked down at the sink she couldn't miss the sight of her breasts rising and falling with each deep breath, her nipples so hard they were showing even through her apron.
Dale had started off by just rubbing and squeezing his ursine member, worried about every bit of noise me made. But now he was stroking his young cock as fast as he could, since it was obvious Ronnie's mom was barely holding it together. He and his friend had managed to get past their parental locks and they'd watched porn, but this was different. Somehow the sight of the motherly skunkette desperately trying to hide her mounting arousal was more arousing than the actresses moaning and screaming while some stud railed them. Her hips were swaying, her back was arched, and every now and again her bushy tail would twitch sharply, the noise of the running tap and the clatter of dishes failing to mask her muffled moans. And every time the tail flagged he caught a glimpse of the dark patch under that heart-shaped ass getting just a bit bigger. He was even sure he could smell her now and wondered if she'd already cum or if she was just working herself up to a hell of a climax.
He imagined the skunkette losing control, her knees buckling as she fell to the floor, moaning softly as she writhed in orgasm. The image proved too much for him and now it was his turn to muffle his noises as the ursine shaft in his fist began to twitch. He fisted his other hand around his tip in the nick of time, shooting his load in his paw rather than all over his friend's living room floor. Mrs. Porter hadn't noticed him, and as he got his breath back Dale opened his hand and examined the sticky white mess he'd made of it. Huh, wonder where Ronnie's stuff is gonna go?
That thought -landing as it did in the post-orgasmically clear mind made the bear jump to his feet. It was bad enough that his best friend was somehow fucking his own mom through a sex-toy, but he figured he should at least try and stop him from finishing inside the fleshlight and risk his spooge ending up in the skunkette currently trying desperately to hold on to some semblance of normalcy. Scrambling up the stairs he burst into the room, but one look at Ronnie told him it was too late. The young skunk hadn't even tried to hide himself at the sight of the door suddenly opening, his eyes dim and both his hands wrapped around the toy as he slammed it down hard on his crotch. All Dale had managed to do was to open his mouth when Ronnie did the same, letting out a boyish groan from his muzzle and a stream of skunk-spunk from the tip of his cock. The bear caught the surprised gasp and some suppressed mewling noises from downstairs, but he doubted Ronnie would have heard anything short of an air horn.
"So... how... how was it?" he asked awkwardly, wondering if the skunk could tell that it wasn't an ordinary sex toy that he'd just finished breeding.
"Amazing! I mean I don't really know what the real thing feels like... but no way it's better than this!" the other boy said, gathering his breath as he squeezed the silicone sheath, milking the last of his cum into what Dale was fairly certain was his mom's honeypot. Finally he pulled it off his shaft, the swollen glands leaving with a little pop and revealing the glistening silicone slit. "Huh, that's weird. I felt like I just came more than ever before, but there hardly seems to be anything in here..." he mused. Dale wasn't surprised. After all, the toy didn't reproduce a female's womb, and he was fairly certain that's where Ronnie's spooge had ended up.
"Whatever. I'll just go and clean this out and you can have a go." he said.
"Uhh, that's okay. I mean I'm not really in the mood now. You mind if I take it home and try it out tonight?" the bear asked. What he really wanted was to make sure that if he used it he wouldn't wind up sticking his own thingy up his mom, but he wasn't sure how to break the news to the his still euphoric friend.
*******
“Miss Harrows, can I be excused to go to the restroom?” Dale asked as he raised a hand, trying not to sound suspiciously eager.
“Dale, considering how low you scored on your last test I would have thought you’d have the good sense to focus on my lessons.” The feline said, looking down her glasses at him in the stern, cold demeanor that made her such an unpopular but definitely feared teacher.
“Sorry miss, but it can’t really wait.” He lied, ignoring the few muffled sniggers. Well, it was true in a way – staring at the blonde cat had his imagination running wild, and the thought of what he and Ronnie had planned out for their teacher had him ready to pop.
“Very well, take a hall pass and hurry back.” The cat said, missing the look the young bear gave the skunk sitting in the desk next to him.
Dale wasted little time, making a dash for the boy’s room and locking himself in one stall as he rummaged around in his pockets. From the left he took out a phone, and from the right the greatest thing in the whole world! He and Ronnie had worked out just what the sex-toy really did, even though they still had no idea how. Not that it mattered. They knew all they had to do was fantasize about a woman as they used it, and somehow they would wind up fucking that female instead of the rubbery tube they pushed their young cocks in.
And after watching Miss Harrows for half a class, the bear was definitely ready to fantasize about the orange-striped feline. He propped his phone up on the water tank of the toilet and waited until Ronnie found the chance to stealthily accept his video call. Once he did he saw his friend carefully aim the camera at the front of the classroom, where their teacher was writing things out on the whiteboard. He supposed her outfit was fairly boring – a black skirt that while tight reached her knees, and a white blouse buttoned up all the way to her neck. But combined with the hair she wore in a tight bun and the narrow glasses she liked to peer over, she was the archetype of a strict and sexy teacher, even though he was sure she wasn’t trying to be.
But no matter how she tried to hide it. Ms. Harrows had the sort of body that couldn’t help but stir a boy’s imagination. The way her skirt hugged her firm behind and the way her blouse billowed at the chest made Dale wonder what the cat must look like naked. Sadly he was unlikely to ever see her in the buff, but at least he was about to have sex with her while she was in front of the whole class, so he considered that a pretty good consolation.
Wasting little time, Dale fished his ursine shaft out, the tip leaking from minutes spent ogling the prim and proper feline rather than focusing on the geography lecture. Fishing out the fleshlight, he considered fingering it or maybe using his tongue, which he knew would work the same way if he jammed his stiffy in. And as intrigued as he was to find out what his teacher’s pussy tasted like, he remembered promising her to get back to class as soon as he could. With that in mind he aimed his glans at the molded vulva and groaned as the tip sank in. He kept his eyes on the screen, a live feed of what he was doing to Ms. Harrows and wasn’t surprised that the stoic feline had barely betrayed the fact that she’d just been penetrated by an inch of hard bear-cock. The striped tail had bristled a little but she regained her composure and continued the boring lecture. Well, boring for now… Dale thought as he slid the silicone sleeve down, his stubby ears twitching as he felt his young cock push deeper into a tight, warm feline cunny.
Ms. Harrows actually spun around, as if expecting to see one of her students pushing something up her skirt, but all of the boys and girls in class were apparently still seated and paying attention. He doubted anyone in there would notice she was acting weird, apart from the skunk filming her. But they were bound to notice something sooner or later…
*******
“N-now, as I mentioned, there are three types of cloud by altitude…” the feline said, fumbling for her normally composed tone.
A second ago she’d been sure she’d been penetrated, that something hard and warm had been pushed past the folds of her sex. But it was impossible. Everyone but her was still seated, her skirt was in place and she could even feel the silky material of her panties cupping the bare skin of her mound. But she also felt full, in a very familiar and very unsettling way, given her situation. She tried to focus on the lesson, determined not to show any sign of whatever was happening to her. She just had to hold it together for another fifteen minutes or so.
“The highest are the cirru-uuuh!-s…” she said, briefly losing control of her voice as the sensation of fullness was supplanted by the distinct feeling of something moving around down there.
Did I put them in this morning? Or forget to take them out last night?
	Almost every day, after changing out of her work clothes, Regina would slip her Ben Wa balls up her smooth pink slit, her little guilty pleasure. The steel spheres would provide subtle but sensuous stimulation while she went about her day as they moved around inside her, slowly revving up her sex drive. If she had a date, it ensured her appetite for what a male could provide was fully roused. But more often it served to sensitize her and make an intimate evening alone more intense.
	In fact she’d had just such a session before drifting off to sleep last night, bucking and writhing on her mattress until her paw was soaking wet and her fingers cramped. She supposed she must have left her little toys in and forgot them until now. But she’d walked around with the metal balls in before and they’d never felt like this. It felt like someone not something was inside her, moving around even while she stood stock still.
	“T-the mid-level clouds, with the alto prefix and the lo-oh!-w level stratus…” she said, trying to keep her voice under control.
Confusion was clear on a number of faces watching her with rapt attention. Normally it was what she demanded from her students, but with the sensations from between her slender thighs becoming more and more difficult to ignore she almost wished for an inattentive classroom. She tried to tell herself that she just had her guilty little pleasure inside, and that she’d be fine as long as she calmed down. After all, they never really drove her wild, and she’d spoken with people plenty of times while using the little silvery balls, without anyone realizing it.
But this was different. Despite her eyes telling her she was most definitely not having sex, her increasingly wet muff was positive that even as she taught her class she was having a stiff length pushing in and out of her. She tried to focus on the subject at hand, hoping to bluff her way through, but a feline curiosity wouldn’t let her ignore what was going on under her skirt.
The cock wasn’t a big one, and despite her svelte size Regina knew what big ones felt like. Every once in a while she’d pick up a guy in a bar, usually canines but on one memorable occasion she’d brought a donkey home. With those males it was all about easing herself down on something that was too big to fit and then to just swivel and grind her hips, savoring the feeling of being almost too full.
 This was different. She felt like it was a modest shaft but one that was giving her an eager, if uneven pounding. Whenever she settled for a male with sensible endowments it was usually a feline, so it was strange to feel a cock this size pump her without the sensation of barbs rubbing the silken walls of her sex. Her hearing was keen, and since she knew what to listen to she was sure she’d caught the subtle wet noises of a stiff shaft pistoning in and out of her cunny.
“Ah!-ppart from altitude, the distinction can be made based on form. Thus we have the stratiform, the cirrif-ooohh!-rm…” the feline said, aware of the confused looks and mumbling as her pupils tried to work out why their straight-laced teacher was acting the way she was. Ten. Ten more minutes and I can… I can at least check to see what’s going on down there!
*******
“Dude, are you seeing this?” came the whisper from the phone’s speakers, loud and clear in the tiled bathroom.
Ms. Harrows was keeping her back to the class, pretending to focus on writing on the whiteboard but obviously trying to hide her face. He could hear the murmur in the class and even as he pumped away at the sloppy sex toy, the bear wondered if anyone had any idea what was actually happening to the frazzled feline.
The cub wished she’d turn around so he could see the look on her face and watch her chest heave under her blouse. But Ronnie was getting a pretty good shot of her rear, and even if he wasn’t the bear knew he had what he needed. She’d been so tight at first it had taken some work to push himself in, but either she’d gotten wet or he’d made enough of a mess in there to make things nice and slick. He was sliding the toy back and forth and bucking his hips into it, the wet slaps ringing out in the restroom and mixing with the sounds of his labored breathing.
He’d felt his climax mount but he’d tried to hold off, wondering if he’d be able to make the cat on screen cum first. But he could only accomplish so much through strength of will, and the sensation of a slippery, snug pussy wrapped around his ursine length soon proved too much. With a final thrust he buried his young cock as deep as it could go, squeezing on the silicone and grunting and groaning as he felt his spunk rush along his length and spurt into the warm sex wrapped around his cock. He saw his teacher’s tail bristle up until it looked like it belonged on an orange raccoon, and wondered if she had any idea that one of her students had just spent his steamy young load inside her.
“Huh… doesn’t really feel fair just to use her to make me feel good…” he thought as the cat on the screen caught her breath back.
With only the best of intentions, Dale slipped a finger inside the now hot and messy toy, prodding around the walls that felt to warm and to smooth to be some artificial material. He stopped when his fingertip brushed against something that seemed a little firmer than the rest of his teacher’s velvety love-tunnel. He pressed the hard bump he felt inside and Ms. Harrows’ legs almost buckled. With the toy still lubed with a fresh coating of bear-spunk he had an easy time slipping his fingers in and out, making sure to brush and prod that nub. There was no missing the moment when the stuffy cat’s knees clamped together and she hid her face from her class. He could hear some of the girls quietly giggling at the sight while the boys remained mute as they watched a gorgeous woman have what looked a lot like an orgasm in front of them for no reason. For his part, Dale thought he put on a pretty good act when he walked back into the classroom and everyone except Ronnie whispered to him about what he’d ‘missed’ while he was in the boy’s room…
*******
“Are you sure about this?” Ronnie asked, but Dale could see by the stiff skunk-shaft his friend wasn’t really having serious second thoughts. “I mean she’s going to be live… anyone can see her.”
“Yeah, but it’s not really fun if we don’t see her either. Besides, we’re the only ones who’ll know what’s going on. Brenda Williams is a professional news anchor, I’m sure she’ll keep her cool.” The bear replied, naming the only reason he and Ronnie watched the news.
The gorgeous giraffe even now introducing herself to everyone watching had a pleasant, cheerful personality which the boys found charming, but the reason they were naked and hard in Dale’s room wasn’t the day’s events reported in a bright and cheerful way. The cameramen all seemed to like the same thing the two of them did, and they always got a good shot of the long-necked female’s chest, and the cleavage that invariably showed no matter what she wore. And tonight’s outfit didn’t disappoint, the tight top buttoned as high as it would go, which only served to push her magnificent wrack up until they were sure they caught her co-anchor taking a peek too.
“Okay, so who goes first?” the bear asked.
“Well we don’t really have a lot of time… wanna try going at the same time?” the skunk asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well you’re a bit bigger, so you stick it in her pussy, and I’ll try the… other end.” He said. Neither of the two boys had used the other end of the toy, but it did look a lot like what you’d find under a girl’s tail. And if it worked the same way as the other end…
“I don’t know… won’t our tips… y-know… touch?” the bear asked with a sour look on his face.
“No dummy, because we’ll both be inside her, not the toy. I mean, every time we’ve cum in that thing, have you seen anything leak out the other end?”
“Huh, I guess not. Still, two of us at the same time? And one of us up her butt?”
“Well yeah, but it’s not like she’s a mouse or something. And we’re kids. A woman this hot has probably taken studs much bigger than us… Anyway, we don’t have much time left.”
“Okay then. Here goes nothing…” the bear said, gripping his erection and guiding his tip to the silicone slit.
“And in today’s top story, the G7 summit leaders met today to discuss the ramifications of the new tr-aaaAaaahhh!” the giraffe on screen said, her sentence cut off by a sound that had both the boy’s cocks twitching. For all his concern, Dale seemed to be worried more about finishing during the broadcast than the anchor’s comfort, and had slipped his whole length in one stroke.
“Brenda, are you feeling all right?” the wolf sitting beside her asked, and neither of the two boys could miss the way the serious-looking lupine’s ears had perked up at that noise.
“Y-yes! I’m sorry, I don’t know what… what came over me…” the giraffe said, a hint of a flush showing through the cream fur of her face. The look on the face of the young bear who was even now hilted inside her was far less subtle as he kept his eyes on the screen and the gorgeous female he was buried inside of, even if she didn’t quite realize it. “The summit leaders met to discuss the ramifications of a possible trade agreement between wha-aaaaHhh!- what used to be bitter rivals…” the giraffe said, nearly jumping out of her seat and looking flustered as she gripped the edge of her desk.
*******
What the…good God, if I didn’t know better I’d swear someone was…  the giraffe thought to herself, slipping one hand under her desk and feeling around down there, wondering if some prankster did something to her chair. But all her fingers came into contact with was the fabric of her panties, despite the fact she was almost certain there was something very much inside her. Get a grip on yourself girl! It may have been a while since you’ve had some decent action, but that’s no reason to act like a bitch in heat in the middle of a live broadcast!
It was all in her mind, of course. Her undies were still in place and there was no way something could be inside there, sliding around, twitching and throbbing and giving her something she’d been too busy to get recently. She did have a few toys that she used to relieve tension every now and again, but she supposed she was too much of a people person to settle for a length of hard rubber, no matter how big. It was no fun when it was her doing all the work, and no replacement for having some hunk shove a nice, warm, living stiffy between her folds and proceed to pump it in and out while her slippery sex clamped down on his shaft.
God, I need it so bad I can almost feel it! She thought, realizing just how badly she’d wondered off when Robert was done reading her segment while she was zoned out. He gave her a glance and she just nodded, clearing her throat and doing her best to focus on the teleprompter and ignore that sensation that was almost exactly like a cock pumping away at her sloppy slit.
“And some good news as all the men in the… shaft… mine shaft… were pulled out today. The nature of the accident that c-caused the collapse is still being investiga-Aaaahhhh!” Brenda cried out, actually jumping out of her chair as the sensations back there intensified. The giraffe was sure she was going crazy and had no idea that a young skunk had just pushed his cock into the puckered end of a very special sex toy that already had an ursine stiffy buried almost all the way in it.
The giraffe was by no means a stranger to anal sex, and with a considerate partner she rather enjoyed having her rump rutted, although she sometimes had second thoughts the morning after. But while she could pretend that her hornyness was making her pussy drool and imagine a stiff little cock pounding away at it, she couldn’t begin to explain why she suddenly felt something first prod against her pucker and then slide in. She could see everyone staring at her, and the little lights on the cameras told her that they were still live and she was embarrassing herself in front of thousands if not millions of people, but even as the giraffe forced herself to sit back down she felt the invisible intruder push several more inches under her tail. She forced herself to sit back down, and even though she could tell her rear was planted in an ordinary chair, she still couldn’t shake the feeling that she had two cocks in her at the same time, each of them fucking her no matter how impossible it was. I haven’t felt this full since I’ve pledged my sorority!
“I’m sorry everyone, I just don’t know what’s in me… what’s gotten into me!” the giraffe corrected herself. “R-Robert, could you…” she managed, biting her lip to stifle a cry as the shaft in her rump gave her a sharp jab. After that the two phantom erections seemed to find a rhythm, one sliding in as the other slid out. She had no way of knowing it was because two young boys were kneeling facing each other and sliding the enchanted toy back and forth along their throbbing cocks, all the while keeping their eyes glued to the giraffe on screen. 
“The…uh, airlines announced another wave of lay-offs today, citing…”
“Mpffhhhhh!”
“…citing low profits earlier on in the fiscal…” the wolf continued or tried to. Brenda was aware he was splitting his attention between her and the text scrolling on the screen in front of him, while most of the staff didn’t have that problem. Everyone from the camera crew to the sound and lighting people were staring at her, and she could well imagine why.
There was no longer any hope of keeping a lid on this until she got home. She was either being fucked both vaginally and anally at the same time, or she’d gone crazy and was convinced she was being double-teamed, but it didn’t really make a difference. She felt a climax coming, and with two shafts pistoning in and out of her there was no stopping it. Nor would there be any mistaking it for what it was. Brenda always thought of herself as an open-book sort of person, which is why she normally felt so comfortable in front of a camera – she had so few inhibitions.
Unfortunately when it came to her orgasms she had none. She knew she tended to get a bit… loud, but so far she’d never had complaints. In fact most males seemed to feel like they’d done a practically good job based on the way she’d moan and writhe and cry out as she shuddered under or on top of them. But she’d never done that in front of an audience, or at least not one this big. For God’s sake Brenda, pull yourself together! There could be kids watching this! She thought to herself, not realizing that two of the kids watching were the cause of her distress, and the sight of her fighting a losing battle to keep a grip on herself was making them slide their special fleshlight even faster up and down their throbbing shafts.
“… the, uh, spokes-person for the…”
“Oh God!” Brenda cried out, feeling herself teetering on the edge of a long-overdue climax, knowing that there was only one way this would end now.
“Brenda, are you…”
“I’m… I’m… I’m…” the giraffe panted, trying to say that she’s fine even though she doubted it was fooling anyone. She guessed it was a small triumph that she managed to avoid saying that she was cumming, but after moaning out loud and bucking her hips against her chair she doubted it needed clarifying.
She was in trouble for this, but for a few moments it was such a relief! And she felt sure there were two modest members inside her, and that she was even now clenching around them as her inner muscles clamped down on the phantom peckers. Jaws went slack all around the room as the cameramen suddenly found themselves shooting soft-core porn, and in the surreal tableau Brenda could have sworn she felt those cocks buried in both her slit and her bubbly behind let loose, spewing two hot gooey loads into her womb and up her ass as both the holes twitched and pulsed, milking the troublemaking shafts dry…
*******
“Whoah… I think that was the best one yet…” Dale said, sliding out of the toy and watching as Ronnie tried to pull his end off. “What’s the matter?”
“Ahh! I’m sensitive and she’s… clenched up. Guess I’ll have to wait a while…” the skunk said, feeling the tightness of the giraffe who’d managed to cum on screen before someone remembered to cut the broadcast. “I can’t believe we’ve just fucked Brenda Williams and made her cum on live TV!”.
“Yeah. So, any idea who we’re gonna do next?”.