Pairs of Pumpkins Ssn. 01 Ep. 01: Family Ties Pt. 02

He nodded quickly but did he even understand what she meant? He was a teenager with an aching erection and would agree to anything to close the distance between their bodies at this point. She was the adult here and would make sure he didn't. And so she lurched forward, her eyes locked with his, drinking in the sweet delight of a boy's presumably first penetration. The vixen moved with deliberation but not as careful as she'd be if she wasn't so eager herself and her eyes drank in his sensations through his young face. His jaw transformed from limply hanging to a tense 'oh' as his teenage cock began to spread her open, a finger's length inside her body. Already she felt the beginning of his thickness and she moaned out in delight at the sensation, so much so that she stopped herself from going further.

The vixen couldn't remember the last time that the initial moment of penetration had been so intensely delightful. His size was her challenging ideal and his barely controlled reaction to the loss of his virginity, a delicacy. Most remarkably, the excitement of her body from the first moment she saw had not declined. The magnetism she mistook for the familiarity of blood translated into intensely sexual energy and concentrated right at the joining of their bodies. Her nerves went electric, and she shivered in disbelief and moaned out with a second, rogue wave of pleasure catching her entirely off guard. She had been with an incubus and he had not been this good. His cock teased her with something wonderful, beckoning her closer, and she obliged unquestioningly until she was halfway down him, feeling the straining truth of his girth, wedging open new peaks of intensity.

With so much of him wedged inside her now, she re-positioned. Hands grabbed his shoulders, then pulled herself over him with her other foot quickly lifted up on the cushion. The couch protested with a creak as the bulky fox brought herself to squat in his lap, bashing his muzzle with the hard curve of her bosom and slipping more of him inside her in the process. The slightest motion was leveraged by sheer intensity into groaning delight from her and the boy below her.

No room remained between their torsos, with her enormous chest filling the gap between bodies and the leather breastplate, ensuring that what should be a soft and forgiving sea of flesh did not surrender any space to him. Beneath her, he had fully reclined and his head tilted up, trying to keep from drowning under her breasts. Her pelvis was still high above his lap, bridged by his thick and glistening erection, so much left of it to take.

Portia slowly relaxed her squat, inching him deeper inside her and drinking in the delight on his face as she did while her fingers moved to ruffle his head-fur, pulling his face against her chest. She had discovered some perverse joy in deflowering younger men as she'd grown older, though some of her more experienced partners had suggested she was cruel to distort a young man's expectations as much as she would. Perhaps, but there was an appeal to the vixen of being immortalized in memory, long after she had gone. No one would forget her being their first time.

"Can you take off your top? It's kind of in the way," he requested softly, almost apologetically, but she shook her head.

"Sorry kid. This thing takes forever to put back on." She loved for her breasts to be touched but the adoration and worship of them also got her off and that was possible with her breastplate on. Restraining so much soft flesh for the vixen to be a functional adventurer, athlete and combatant was a marvel of engineering on the part of her armor's designer but the ease of getting it on and off had been the compromise. She didn't need them to seduce the boy. She already had what she wanted.

"Grab my ass instead." Joseph obliged, digging under her skirt to find the vixen's strong cheeks between broad hips. Her gluts were thick and sculpted from walking, running and climbing every day of the last two decades.

More of her weight came down on him and she winced as his girth spread her, knowing the all-too-familiar strain of a girthy dick crowding her pelvis and the perverse discomfort the vixen had grown quite addicted to over the years. Under her trembling breath, that magnetic energy stimulated her inner and outer nerves in a way she couldn't remember experiencing before, unforgiving in intensity. Joseph was mostly passive beneath her, which was better for now. He fit inside her in the most perfect of ways, with a perfect balance of pleasure and strain for her perverse appetite, like he'd had been sculpted to her every ideal of shape and size. A cock alone was rarely such a marvel but his was incredible, beckoning her onward and inviting her to surrender control to him. She had never been so close to orgasm so quickly and that couldn't have been for the skill of her young lover. Her mind drifted in disbelief as she tried to recall anything near this sensation but fell short. She'd had countless lovers over the years, including some of the most legendary in the land, but she could find no fond memory to compare to this moment, half-stuffed on this over-endowed teenager's cock. She took her relagite medallion in her hand, still hanging from her neck to reassure herself she wasn't under the influence of some charm or spell.

She knew what it felt like to be charmed, and she knew the sick sensations of drugs and poisons but everything about this was good and pure, overwhelming sexual pleasure and joy unlike any she'd known. Wholesome came to mind, a word she never previously associated with the pleasures of the flesh! There was his presence inside her but also his closeness, his hands gripping and kneading the cheeks of her rump like he had never done such a thing. The warmth of his body, his scent, his squeaks of delight and the boyish need on his face. Most men looked at her with sexual desire but Joseph looked like he adored her. She needed more.

Portia eased herself down cautious of too much of him too soon, aware of his length driving up into the depths of her that common men could not reach while her entire insides tingled with the sensation of him. The boy below her, in his first act of assertiveness and impatience, pulled her down into his lap, closing the gap between their bodies and audibly pushing the air inside her out between her folds and his girth.

The vixen gave a yelp of shock and bliss as the boy's thick cock lanced her fully, well up past her pelvis and into the deepest depths her body would allow, tightening the belt of her skirt around her waist. Her body erupted in pleasure, the strain and discomfort of his size entirely tertiary to the explosion of transcendent indulgence. He read clearly her sudden shift of expressions from ecstasy and pain to confusion before her entire posture shifted to electrified bliss. He tensed and shrunk. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

The vixen swung her arms around his shoulders and pulled him close, mashing his head against the top of her chest. Her hips bucked and mashed the buried cock inside her with a long, drawn out moan from the flood of ecstasy unleashed by his movement, bellowing from the depths of her lungs and out from her muzzle resting atop his head, between his ears. Her eyes were as giant as his had been not long before, deep in the thrall of a sudden, expectation-shattering orgasm.

The old couch protested as the heavy vixen's shallow but hard woodpecker thrusting impaled herself on his every inch as fast as she could manage, and she clenched him tightly against her.

"You... you're crushing me!" he cried. It was a needed reminder she had a partner and not just a tool for her own pleasure. She relaxed her grip, at least as much as she could relax anything and her hands took him by the arms, letting him catch his breath and look up at her, seeing her shift from confident dominance to be quite drunk with ecstasy. The fox boy licked his lips and his open mouth formed a crooked smile of teenage pride.

"What the fuck are you doing to me, Joseph?" she panted and stared down his muzzle, nose bumping nose as she hammered her hips harder and slower into his, the boy only helping her with his greedy fingers groping her ass cheeks. "This isn't normal," she said with some alarm, but she dove in for a hungry kiss before he could answer.

The young fox only could shrug and shrink between his shoulders before opening his mouth to receive her, his tongue pushed into her muzzle while her lips smeared the lustful stink of his own juices against his muzzle.

The wooden-framed couch, surely decades old and with complaints unheeded, finally broke off a leg, dropping them a half a foot closer to the ground on one side but it didn't leave them off balance enough to stop. The extra force pushed out a new pitch of shriek from the sex-frenzied vixen, breaking their kiss. She rode his lap with unrelenting vigor and violence, digging the frame of the couch loudly into the wooden planks of the floor while her ecstatic cries made it difficult to tell where one orgasm ended and another began.

Joseph rolled her thick cheeks in his palms back and forth and she drove herself down on him faster than gravity could while his bucking hips tried their best to keep up. Inexperienced fingers groped needfully and sometimes indelicately, testing what he could get away with. Fingertips crept across the softness of her cheek to the firmness of where they split and it was almost by accident when one found the cleft of her tight pucker. He watched for her reaction and if she did, it was lost in the vigor of her lust-drunk use of him. Reassured, he tepidly pushed his finger against her clenched muscle, exploring the sensation but the heavy vixen's weight fell hard. His arm offered enough resistance to jam the digit inside of her to the knuckle.

She shrieked in surprise while he yelped then tugged his hand free, shaking it out in pain. "Owww, my finger!" "Crap! Are you alright?" she said and sunk down into his lap then took his wrist and held it up before her eyes. "It's not broken. Maybe jammed. You're supposed to ask before you stick things up a girl's butt, you know?" Her body was more in control than her guilt and she started again with more subtle grinding, not wanting to let the sensation go. "Don't stop!" Joseph nodded eagerly, eyes falling to the giant breasts in his face again. "Please don't stop!" She grabbed the couch behind him and pulled herself up to nearly his tip, ready to drop herself when his hands came to her hips and held her still. "Wait!"

Portia sighed. "What now?"

"I want to put my penis in your butt."

The panting vixen sunk herself down enough to see his face over the shelf of her bosom, revealing to him her cocked eyebrow. "That's a pretty kinky request for a kid," she whispered with a rasp in her voice, chest heaving as she caught her breath, the smell of both of their sweat and musk flooding the room.

"I want to put it in your butt," he repeated more firmly, almost pouting and trembling with need. Portia had sat still long enough to snap out of her cyclical frenzy of relentless, debilitating orgasms but was no less aroused or relieved for it. If any man had made her feel such intensity before, the edges had been long since dulled by time.

She nearly always enjoyed sex, each encounter a tiny, risque rebellion but this was a new pinnacle of pleasure. Joseph, while young and supposedly inexperienced, was pure perfection, an exquisite lover who darkened the memories of all others. She spent her adult life very sexually active but this was a religious experience. She couldn't imagine what she would say no to at this point.

Towering over him, she nodded and stood slowly on the crooked, broken couch, semi-carefully removing herself from his enormous erection until it escaped with a wet, sucking sound. The vixen wobbled above him on shaky legs before she stepped off onto the rug between the couch and the hearth.

She remembered somewhere, sometime there was potential danger and she turned so she could still see the room. At least she wouldn't be ambushed mid-sodomy with a boy half her age.

Deft fingers slipped to her belt with the muscle-memory of experience and a small, conveniently-hung pouch on it, sticking a single digit inside. Her finger emerged, dripping with viscous oil down to her knuckle and she reached underneath her skirt, applying the lubricant thoroughly to her clenched, anal ring.

Joseph hurried to his feet, his blood-bloated cock swinging before him and she scooped him into her arms for a kiss, assuming for a moment some control again. When it broke, she turned away before moving down onto her hands and knees on the rug beneath them. She was as eager as he was and her tail lifted high and ready over her back. He followed, combing back the flaps of her skirt and presenting her bare, broad rear. Joseph took a moment to marvel at his good fortune and admire his view. "You're amazing. So beautiful. Your ass is so sexy," he gasped before closing the gap between them and nestling his cock tip against the tiny, tight muscle, glistening with oil that caught the flicker of the firelight. "Big, birthing hips."

Portia gave a small laugh at the comment. "No kids for me. Especially not like this! Steady nooooowwwwwwwww!!" It was a moment too late to explain the delicacy of anal sex and the boy, now in the dominant position did exactly what she should have anticipated: he jammed it right in with all the eagerness of a teenager. "UNNNNNGGGHHHH!" She tensed up, claws digging up handfuls of the rug and her teeth gritted in endurance, counter to experience telling her she should be relaxing her body. Despite the strain, there was something different already, that magnetic connection and his very presence promised another flood of pleasure.

"Holy heck, it's like my fist is squeezing it!" Joseph froze, less than halfway inside her, staring down at her now distended anal ring, his girth prying open the cheeks of her rear. His hands groped over her speared rump with fond but rough admiration. "Are you okay?" She nodded quickly. While his entry had been ungraceful, the initial shock was already fading to his thick, straining presence occupying her most forbidden of places. With her sexual awakening so motivated by the challenge of herself and the orthodoxy of her upbringing, anal sex was something she had quickly developed an appetite for. She loved the attention and adoration which came with her lovers' fixation on something other than her breasts and she knew, especially with her larger partners, she was offering something more prudent women would shy away from. Men worshiped her for it. She adored the straining, sometimes even eroticly painful sensation of having a thick cock penetrating her and sunk deep inside her ass. For all the psychological rewards, she suspected her body was better suited for it than most, as she knew few other women with such great fondness for those kinds of depraved activities.

"You're so tight!" the teenage fox said in amazement, starting to push steadily further in. "Because your dick is so fucking big," she stammered out over her shoulder with a hint of a laugh. Carefully, she lowered herself down on her forearms, hoping for a slightly more comfortable angle for the rest of the giant thing he was sure to follow with. Looking over her bare arms on the coarse rug, she silently lamented the removal of her gloves. "Go slow!"

Joseph obliged with a drawn out moan and eased himself deeper by the inch, looking up between her ass and her face, looking back at him.

"Remember, no knot!" He nodded and steadily lurched forward to close the gap between him and the braced, shivering vixen. His hands rested on her cheeks, petting with slow comfort as he fed her body more of his cock, his breath staccato and stammering with the sensation.

Portia felt her belt tighten again as he sunk deeper to where only men his length could reach and a heavy groan escaped from deep in her lungs as if he pushed the air out of them. She could hear the sticky viscosity of the lubricant gripping his erection as he crept further into her, never seeming to end. His girth was touching her every, tender inner nerve and teasing at another sublime experience, drawing her mind away from all other concerns. This would going to change things once she had time to really process it. What was so unique about him?

She winced as his hips finally met hers, lurching her body forward, his entire length inside her once again. "Are you alright?" he reached up and held her shoulder, looking into her eyes. That adoration again! She was breathless with strain but gave a quick and shallow nod. There was a warmth with the familiar, erotic discomfort of him buried in her and an intoxicating sweetness to his momentary gesture. She leaned her head aside, brushing her cheek against the back of his hand, before she drew in a deep inhale and found her breath.

"Go ahead, Joseph. Fuck my ass."

Teenage eyes lit up in a way that betrayed his lack of maturity and his hips started to awkwardly saw back and forth with his first time being in control but it didn't take any instructions though for him to figure out what felt good about sodomizing the busty vixen before him. The strain of taking him anally was not going away, nor did she want it to. There was a challenge for her to prove herself against and his intrusion invigorated her with the same kind of aliveness she felt charging into battle, a lack of security and certainty that flooded her with adrenaline.

The young fox studied her strain and kept his attention at her face to be sure we wasn't going too fast or too hard but only saw hungry and encouraging eyes staring back at him, almost challenging him for more.

He found his rhythm, not frenetic and eager like hers had been but at a marching pace, allowing him to draw his cock far back from her then push into her again, a relentless piston of flesh wedging open her asshole. He was groaning with every thrust and her following each with a straining, excited moan. Between some could be heard the creak of her belt, moving against her abdomen. His hands wandered over her body, fur and leather armor alike, his touch both greedy and admiring.

"Does this actually feel good?!"

Portia gave a small laugh and nodded. "This ass was built for butt fucking, especially by a hung stud like you." She was coherent enough to think to flatter him in more cerebral ways than cumming on his cock and she shivered, the sensations of his anal penetration accumulating towards another, deep orgasm at her core. A hand moved down to prop herself up on her forearm while her other hand reached between the flaps of her skirt, finding her vixenhood demanding attention once again.

Encouraged, he started thrusting harder still, slamming herself into her with conviction, fur muffling the blunt collision of young hips to thick rump. "Sex was amazing but this... I think I like this even more!" he groaned, shaking her crookedly supported upper body as it wobbled on one arm. He sounded close and she needed to

"Anal sex is still sex, Joseph!"

He took a hold of her ponytail and tugged gently, testing for her approval before giving a harder pull. She yelped and her body arched up like the figurehead of a ship, almost upright on her knees, her hands clear of the ground and her tail pinched between them.

The intensity of his demeanor and shift in position brought the flood she'd been waiting for and deep inside her, everything quivered and shook from her gut to her fingertips with another intense orgasm but this one came from her core. His moves had been boyish but his closeness and touch were overwhelming with that familiar attraction and Portia now orgasmed anally from it. Her jaw fell open and she moaned louder than before, a shrillness boasting to its intensity and her shock that it happened at all. Anal sex was about pleasure and challenge for her and actually reaching a climax from the act was an especially rare surprise.