Charlene, a purple eyed, green and light yellow scaled dinosaur with a flat head frill extending up from her forehead which had rounded horn ends in an arching fan pattern, was currently sitting in one of the mammoth-hide chairs situated in front of the stone TV.  She was eighteen and her body had developed quite nicely, her breasts just reaching a C cup like her mother’s.  She also shared the same scale coloration, going from just under her nose to run along the bottom half of her jaw and down the front of her body to end in a V cut in between her legs her scales were light yellow and going horizontally from the back of her neck all the way down to the tip of her tail she had short stripes of the light yellow scales.  The rest of her body was covered in the green scales which were a slightly darker shade than that of her mother’s, marking their age difference.  She was wearing just a short-sleeved purple shirt and, like almost everyone else, no pants or panties since their scales kept things well covered most of the time.  Guys had an inner pouch which held their cock and balls.  Such open partial nudity wasn’t seen as offensive or out of the ordinary, it just was the way things were but still some people would wear pants for one reason or another, whether it be part of their job or just for a change in fashion.

Charlene was multitasking between watching what was on TV, filing her finger claws, and listening for sounds of the baby coming this way.  She was one of three, having an older brother named Robert, who everyone called Robbie, and a newborn baby brother who everyone just called Junior.  Her mother, Frances, or Fran as everyone called her, was in the kitchen finishing up dinner while keeping an eye on her baby.  Lately Charlene had noticed that at times her mother had seemed frustrated or had a faraway look, the meaning to which Charlene could only guess at.  Though one of those guesses was because of how her father, Earl, kept coming back from work exhausted and would leave tending to the kids for the latter half of the day completely up to Fran.  The cause of this was because the area her father worked in was dealing with pushing over especially large trees in an area that was known for its rock slides.  Push the wrong tree the wrong way and the guy would find himself hit by a hail of boulders.

She heard the door open but when she looked up she saw that her father, a hefty dinosaur which looked like he had some alligator in him due to the plated look the scales going from his head down to the tip of his tail had.  He shared a similar scale coloration to Charlene except there were no yellow scale stripes going down his neck and back, it was just a straight dark shade of green.  He had brown eyes and his current state had Charlene sit up straighter, diverting her attention from the TV to her, once again, injured father.

Earl had a bandage over his head and was being given a helpful hand by a person who has lately become a frequent visitor, a paramedic/masseuse who goes by the name of Scott.  Scott was a Parasaurolophus, having a snout that looked mildly like a duck bill and a sloping horn which extended up along his forehead to arch back slightly.  He had deep green scales covering most of his body, the only coloration change coming from the light yellow-green scales which were under the tip of his nose and extended along his lower jaw and down neck and front of his body, stopping just above the spot in-between his legs.  He was wearing square glasses, a white medic vest with a patch on the left shoulder with the symbol of the hospital he worked for, and light blue doctor scrub pants.  Despite being well built, he currently he had a look of strain as he tried to direct Earl into the home and to his chair, more or less only being able to push and pull rather than serve as an arm for Earl to lean his weight against since strong as he was, Earl was about three times the size of Scott.

Charlene got up and called to the kitchen, “Mom, dad’s back and hurt again!”  She heard her mother start coming into the same room they were in, a concerned look on her face.  Fran’s body was different from Charlene’s in only a few ways, having a longer snout and instead of one solid head frill, had several short frills running lengthwise down her skull, the ends having been colored pink by her for an added flair to her overall appearance.  Despite her age she still looked as spry as when she was twenty with only mild physical changes, namely her scales which were a slightly lighter shade of green.  She was wearing a pink long sleeved, button-up shirt and yellow and white checkerboard apron, her purple colored eyes looking over both Scott and Earl, noticing that Earl’s red and black plaid shirt had some remaining debris on it from when he must have taken a blow from a rock earlier.

Just as Scott was about to settle Earl into his chair, Fran quickly jumped in with a strained tone, “No don’t set him there, take him upstairs and set him in bed, otherwise we will be spending half the night trying to pull him up.”  Scott looked back at the few feet he had just travelled which felt like a mile with the added weight he was trying to keep a hold of.  Nonetheless he nodded and with a short grunt and a lot of effort, aided by Fran, he turned and headed back towards the stairs he had passed and after a long, tiring, ten minutes, finally managed to get earl upstairs and into bed.  Scott had given Earl some medication for his pain and it had knocked him right out, leaving Scott to follow Fran back downstairs into the kitchen to recover from his ordeal and give a quick run-down on the injuries, “He took a pretty good blow to the head today, luckily his head was stronger than the rock which broke cleanly against his sturdy skull.  The pills will keep him out of pain and will let him get some rest easier.”

Charlene had settled back down into her spot to continue watching TV but was paying more attention to the conversation her mom was having with Scott.  Fran had set the last bit of dinner to cook and leaned back against the counter with a soft sigh, Scott helping himself to a glass of water, knowing where to look for the cups since he had been her so often lately, “So how are things with the kids?”  Fran looks over at the baby who had fallen asleep, “Hectic and stressful, the baby needs a lot of care and I’ve been needing to keep an extra eye out for Robbie and Charlene to make sure they don’t get into trouble or are doing alright.”  Scott set aside his cup and looked at her, “Where is he anyways, out with friends?”  She nodded, “Mhmm, he’s spending the night over at Spike’s.  Like any mother I worry about him, though he is a very bright boy.”

Scott did a brief scan of Fran’s body and saw how tensed up her body seemed, “Yes he is, he’ll be alright though, he has some good friends and a very close family which cares about him.  Would you want a massage?  Help work out the tension and kinks you might have in your back and we can continue talking.”  Fran looked at him gratefully and nodded, “I would love that,” she walked over to one of the chairs at the table and got settled in it.  She sighed gratefully when she felt his skilled hands start kneading their way around her upper back, finding every spot of knotted muscle and smoothing it out, “Mmm, that feels so nice.”  Scott smiled, “Glad you like it, so what about Charlene and Earl?  How are they faring?”  Fran leaned back into his hands, “Charlene is growing into a fine woman, already some boys have started calling.”  Scott kneaded his hands farther down her back, pushing her forward slightly to get lower, “Seems like now it’s all a matter of her finding a suitable one.”

Fran could feel something quite wonderful stirring within her body as she felt Scott’s hands work their way lower, wanting to feel his hands over every inch of her body as a spark of arousal was slowly being kindled into flames of desire.  She knew what her body wanted and even though Scott wasn’t her husband she didn’t care, she just wanted to feel a male’s intimate embrace again.  But now came the question of how to get him to come to bed with her and ultimately give what she wanted, “Mhmm, though it has been very nice having you here, serves as a reprieve from everything which has been happening, or rather not happening.”  Scott looked at her curiously as he worked his way back up, “What do you mean?”

Fran looked over her shoulder at him casually, neither her face nor gaze holding anything that might let him guess what she was thinking, “Well, ever since the baby has been born Earl and I haven’t been as…” she lowered her voice in case Charlene was listening in, “Intimate as I would have liked, and with the recent occurrence of his injuries we have had even less time to do anything together, it has been ages since we so much as kissed.”  Such a confession wasn’t something Scott had not been expecting since he knew that with how often Earl was hurt either from work or from his boss’ treatment of his workers, that sex drive would have been low if not absent completely.  “I’m sorry to hear that from such a lovely woman as you, I could prescribe some aphrodisiacs if you want.”

The initial desire that Fran had felt had now reached an encompassing craving that she had to act upon before she jumped Scott right here in the kitchen.  Standing up she moved closer to Scott, to the point where their bodies were almost touching, “Maybe later, for now I’d like a full-body massage.  There’s only one place big enough for us to do it with relative privacy though, on my bed.”  Scott felt a blush creep up onto his face as his heart beat faster as his mind started to run wild with thoughts of what could come from this but tried to keep it professional, letting that part of his mind keep a loose hold for now.  He nods slowly with a soft smile, “Lead the way then.”  The two of them passed Charlene on their way towards the stairs, Fran pausing only long enough to say to her, “Dinner is ready, it’s yours to have as you want.”

As they reached the stairs and drew closer to her bedroom, Fran could feel a needy ache coming from her pussy, god she needed to feel something inside of her soon or else she would go mad with lust.  Once they were in her room the most prominent feature was Earl’s massive form asleep on the bed and under the covers, his body laying in such a way that it would easily hide Fran and part of Scott’s body in case anyone were to open the door and look inside.  Walking over to the other side of the bed, Scott following and pulling out a thin towel he had folded up in one of his shirt’s inner pockets to lay it out on the other half of the bed, Fran started to undress with an innocent smile.  When she saw Scott start opening his mouth to question why she was doing so, she cut him off before he could ask, “Just to remove anything that might get in the way, I’ll need to really feel your hands this time to work out every tight spot.”

While the sight wasn’t something Scott was against as Fran stripped in such a way to purposefully show him her breasts, her currently soft tits being covered in scales a slightly darker yellow from what was on the rest of her chest.  Her breasts looked firm, no doubt having several children aided in making them fill out quite well.  But before he could get too good of a look she laid down on the towel so her chest was pressed against it, leaving her back exposed to him to tend to.

Standing at the side of the bed, Scott pressed his hands against her upper back and continued where he had left off in the kitchen, feeling a bit nervous with her husband sleeping right next to them.  Sure the pain pills would keep him asleep but for how long and what if he woke up?  What he didn’t know was that Earl was naturally a very heavy sleeper and with the addition of the painkillers nothing could wake him up.  This, however, was something Fran knew quite well and was going to take full advantage of it.  She spoke in a slightly softer tone, “Mmm, lower,” she could feel his hands go down to continue at the middle of her back but still she asked, “Lower,” her body now burning with lust that, coupled with not having sex in so long, required a significant force of will to not openly beg him to fuck her.

His hands rested right above her ass and continued its kneading there, but again Scott heard her say, “Go lower, I’m very tense down there.”  He watched as her tail shifted to the side to expose her tight tailhole and pussy, the initial mindset of keeping this professional was quickly fading and he could feel his cock harden.  With Earl’s body still in view, Scott stopped massaging and simply rested his hands above her ass, “If I go any lower I might get in trouble,” to which Fran responded by opening her legs even more and saying in a sultry tone, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell.”

That was all he needed to hear and finally brought his fingers down to her pussy, spreading her lips wide with two fingers and sliding his middle finger into her damp cunt.  He could feel her pussy clench his finger and try to draw it in even deeper, the scent of her juices starting to fill the air as she gasped and gripped the bed sheets tightly to keep from moaning just yet.  Scott slowly rocked his finger all the way into her, his long cock pressing against the confines of his pants.  Letting go of his finger grip that held her lower lips open so he could have even more fingers to slide into her, he started pulling his finger back out, “You’re right, this area is quite tense, I will have to go over it thoroughly.”  As he started pushing his finger back in he added a second one to fill her even more but looked down as he felt Fran start unbuttoning his pants, his green scaled cock which had an angled, spear-tip shaped head which spread out to be a little wider than the rest of his cock, came into view.

After a second of admiring his cock, her pussy becoming noticeably wetter as the naughtiness of it all hit her in full, Fran grabbed onto it and started jerking him off, her voice barely containing a lustful moan, “Seems like a part of you is tense as well.”  She couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside her and slid her hand down to the base of his length, squeezing it softly before sliding her hand back up to go more intricately over the head.  Turning her hand so the tips of her fingers were gripping it, she rocked her fingers around the sensitive underside of the head before pulling them up towards the tip.  Then pushing her hand back down she cupped the head of his cock to lightly rock her palm around it before continuing on the downward push of her hand, the sound of Scott’s breathing come harder as his arousal grew.

She had to push her face into the bed to muffle the moan which finally escaped her lips as she felt his skilled fingers hit and rub over her g-spot while his thumb pressed against her clit to rock a circle around it.  Lifting her hips slightly she pushed them back against his fingers, her own treatment to his cock almost forgotten as the sheer ecstasy brought by such a motion had her getting close to cumming faster than she had thought possible.  Moving her hand away from the head of his cock she started rapidly rubbing her hand over just his length, imagining the feeling of his fingers were actually his cock, pounding her with her husband so close and kids just a room away.  The moment the thought came to mind she pushed her face into the bed even harder, tightly clenching her jaw as she moaned loudly through her teeth as she came, her juices flowing over Scott’s fingers, hand, and down her legs to the towel below.

Pulling her hand away from his cock she pushed her hips up even farther so her knees were supporting her hips but her upper body was still pressed against the bed.  Looking up at Scott while lifting her tail up even higher and speaking in a very aroused and needy tone, her pussy still tightly clenching his fingers, “Fuck me in my ass, I need to feel you inside me.”  Scott was more than happy to do so and got up onto the bed behind her, rubbing his hand covered in her cum over his cock to give it some lubrication before pressing the tip of his cock against her tailhole and sliding into her with a soft groan.  He held himself in place once their hips hit to savor the feeling of her tight ass and how her body arched up into him, her face buried in her pillow as she tried to muffle her cries of ecstasy.

Unbeknownst to Fran or Scott, who had just started to get into a rhythm with his thrusts, they had a shocked observer from the door which was open just a crack.  Charlene had had her dinner and was about to turn in for the night when she heard Scott’s voice in her parents’ room and despite her initial thought of just walking past, she thought a quick peek couldn’t hurt.  Though she could not clearly see them due to her father’s body blocking the way, it was easy to tell what was happening by the way his body slammed into her mother’s, the sound of their scaled hips connecting audible from here.

She didn’t know what to do, her mother was cheating on her father who was sleeping right next to them.  On the one hand she felt an initial urge to step in, but that was quickly overwhelmed by, to her surprise, how much she was being turned on by all this.  Part of her was telling her to just walk away but she remained rooted to the spot to listen and watch on.

Scott had one hand on Fran’s hip while the other was wrapped around her tail, using it as leverage to better control Fran’s body with or to react to her words of encouragement.  As he plowed through yet another one of her orgasms, she groaned out, not bothering to cover her mouth this time but still spoke in a softer tone lest she wake up either of the kids, “Oh god yes fuck me, harder, faster.  Fu-u-ck I’m cumming again.~”

Scott could feel his own orgasm was close and pulled on both her tail and hips at once as he slammed his hips forward, going with as much force as possible and as deep as he possible could go.  The initial tight feeling of her ass had loosened as he wore her in, allowing his thrusts to come much faster than before due to the lack of resistance.  As his precum provided even more lubrication and he was mere thrusts away from filling her ass with his cum, he huffed hotly, hoping to god that she wouldn’t want him to pull out but he wanted to know before it was too late “I’m gunna cum.”  In response he felt her ass tighten its grip around his cock as she groaned out lowly, “Cum in me, fill me up with you seed.”  No sooner had she said so then he gave one more thrust against her and stayed in place as he arched into her, moaning as loudly as he dared as he filled her ass with strand after strand of his thick, warm cum.

Charlene took his arch as a sign that Scott had cum and her cue to leave before he might notice that he was being watched and closed the door the rest of the way before quickly heading off to her room.  Her mind was buzzing with thoughts of what she had just seen, not only her mother having sex but also with a male other than her husband.  Keeping the lights in her room off, not wanting to risk the chance of Scott coming out of her parents’ room, seeing the light and become suspicious that she might have seen them, she climbed into bed with the hope that her arousal would just go away.  But the moment she had laid down on her bed her mind started wandering towards thoughts of what it would feel like to be the one getting fucked.  She lightly rubbed her legs together, biting her lower lip as a shiver went through her body from the pleasure such a simple motion brought.

Feeling her pussy wetten and demand some form of attention, she slid one of her hands down in between her legs, skirting around her pussy at first by going down her thigh in a round-about way to her pussy.  Her hesitancy was coming from the thought of how wrong such thoughts were, she shouldn’t be this turned on, her body shouldn’t be lusting to feel Scott’s cock pounding her tight pussy.  But the wrongness of it all just made her arousal grow even more and made such forbidden thoughts all the more desirable.  As the pleasure built she started to care less and less, only wanting to feel more. 

Charlene’s hand was at work, knowing her body enough to know just the right spots to stroke and rub.  At first her hand had lightly rubbed over the length of her slit before sliding a single finger inside with a gasp that sent shocks of intense pleasure through her entire body, her cunt responding by gripping the digit tightly and pulling it in deeper.  Turning her head down into the pillow she groaned softly as she slid her entire finger into her damp cunt, her mind wondering how big Scott must be and promptly added a second finger to fill herself even more.  As her two fingers were sliding in and out of her folds, her other hand had slid up her shirt to cup one of her breasts, feeling her tit was already rock hard.  As she lightly pinched the hard nub of flesh she imagined that her hand was Scott’s, instantly the pleasure she felt was jumping to a greater intensity than she had ever felt before.

Her mind drifted to imagining that the fingers in her pussy were also Scott’s, his skilled fingers finding her g-spot instantly and rubbing it firmly while his other hand played with her breast.  Charlene moaned out into her pillow, “Ah~ oh Scott, more, take me.~”  Tossing aside her bedcover, she moved onto her chest and pushed her legs down so her hips were supported from her knees, rear high in the air while her two fingers pressed together to slide over the length of her slit, as if the head of Scott’s cock was teasing her in the precursor fucking to come.  Biting her lower lip while arching back into her fingers, she had to mash as much of her pillow as she could into her face as she felt her finger’s, Scott’s long cock, shove into her pussy in one hard thrust.

Muffled as her sharp cry of ecstasy was, she was too far gone to the pleasure to care if it wasn’t sufficient enough to effectively cut back on the noise.  All she cared about right now was the feeling of her fingers roughly pounding her tight pussy, her other hand gripping her breast much harder and rocking her tit against the side of her scaled forefinger.  Rocking her hips back into her hand as it would slam forward into her, she continued to moan out encouragement to her imaginary love, “Fuck yes, harder, don’t be gentle with me, I can tak-Ah!~”  She bent her head down so her forehead was pressing against the bed more, her eyes closed as she could feel a powerful orgasm building within her, aided by the feeling of her thumb rubbing against her clit.

The thought entered her mind of being watched, just like how she had watched Scott fuck her mother until he came, the idea bringing a gasp to her lips as she pushed down with her legs, arching her hips up even farther, “Yes, I’m gunna cum I’m gunna cum I’m gunna CU-U-UM!”  She held herself in place as her orgasm came crashing down onto her, her legs trembling as her juices flowed over her hands and down her legs and stars appeared in her eyes from the intensity of it.  Breathing heavily as the rapture brought about by her climax rushed through her body, she lowered her legs slightly to roll over onto her back, legs spread and hand leaving her soaked pussy to rest on her stomach.  As she came down from her orgasmic high only one thought dominated her mind, she needed to be fucked by Scott, she just needed to find out how to get him to want her.


The next morning seemed as usual as ever, Earl had gotten up and headed off to work with Scott’s approval but a warning to take it easy for the next few days.  Charlene hadn’t been able to look at Scott or her mother for very long before having to look away as a soft blush would creep up onto her face as she remembered the previous night’s events.  Though Scott left shortly after Earl had gone, saying that he was heading off to see another client, the gaze he and Fran held just as he started to leave indicated that there was much more between them, something that had not been there the day before.  Charlene also had school to get to so she left not too long after Scott had.  But instead of heading straight to school, she held back, ducking behind one of the homes while watching her own home intently.

She suspected that Scott would come back once all the kids were out of the house so he and her mother could have sex without worrying about having to keep their voices down.  As the minutes ticked by with still no sign of him, Charlene was about to leave when she spotted Scott coming back, this time through the back door into the kitchen where Fran welcomed him in with a smile.  Feeling a familiar need coming from her pussy, Charlene headed back to her home, wanting to enjoy the show and this time with a toy she had.

Coming in through the back door just like Scott had, knowing that door made the least amount of noise, she could hear the sound of her parents’ bed just starting to rock as Scott and Fran fucked again.  Feeling her pussy instantly grow even wetter, she silently went up to her bedroom and reached under the mattress for the toy she had.  It was a six inch long pink vibrator which had a rounded end, having no extra features other than its straight length.  Eager to feel it inside of herself once again, she could already hear her mother and Scott’s lustful moans as they picked up the pace.

With just a few light steps, Charlene cracked open the door once more and was greeted to a wonderful sight of her mother riding Scott cowgirl-style.  The bed was horizontal but slightly tilted towards the door, giving Charlene the perfect view as not only could she see her mom straddling Scott’s hips, her hands resting against the headboard to leave fresh clawmarks in it, but Charlene could also see Scott’s long cock as it rapidly went in and out of her mother’s pussy with every rock of her hips.

Without waiting a moment longer, Charlene turned the vibrator on to a medium strength setting and slid it into her eager pussy, her groan coming softer since she didn’t want to alert either of the lovers she was watching to her presence and make them stop.  The depth to which she pushed her vibrator matched that of how far down her mother would push her own hips into Scott’s cock.  As one hand kept up the thrusting of the toy, her other hand had pushed up her shirt to expose her breasts, her tits hardening from both the sight and the feeling of the cool air.  Cupping one breast she pinched her yellow-scaled tit in-between two of her fingers, pushing her shoulder against the wall for support as she watched on in lustful yearning.

As her mother picked up the pace and force of her own thrusts, openly crying out, “Fuck me Scoot, cum in me, fill me with your thick cum again!”  Fran arched her back, her head tilted up with a look of ecstasy on her face as his hands cupped both of her once bouncing breasts, kneading the full flesh.  Mimicking his movements, Charlene did the same thing and arched her chest up just like her mother hand, pushing her bare breasts against the cold stone wall as her breathing came harder, finding holding in her moans to be even harder this time.  She had upped the strength of the vibration to match the increased force at which her mother was going, her hips bucking against the toy as she could feel an even stronger orgasm than before rapidly building within her.

As Scott and Fran moaned in unison, Fran slamming her hips into his one last time to stay firmly in place as both of them came, Charlene bit down onto part of the doorframe which jutted out from the wall to keep from crying out in her own orgasmic lust.  The toy had been furiously sliding in and out of her depths, taking the entire toy in at once and going even further as she pushed it in as far as she could without it leaving her fingers before pulling back down and out.  Her eyes never left the spot where Scott’s cock was trapped deep within her mom’s pussy, the sight of his cum becoming visible as Fran lifted her hips up to continue riding him again, working out all of her pent up lust that she had not been able to relieve with her husband.

As much as Charlene wanted to stay and watch the two of them go at it, if she stayed here too long then the school might call to say that she skipped school today.  But that didn’t mean she didn’t take her time leaving since first she lowered the strength of her vibrator one level at a time, going at a slower pace but still pushing it in as deeply as before.  Her hand which had once been firmly groping her breast had gripped the stone wall, her hips still rocking into the toy but slowly, and regretfully, stopping.  Pushing the door closed the rest of the way she headed back to her room to hide the toy, pulling down her shirt to cover herself up again and wiped the juices on her hands and legs off onto the corner of her bed sheets.  Making herself slightly presentable again, she headed out of her room, the sound of Scott and her mom’s moans filling her ears as she left for school again.

But what she did not remember to clean up was the small puddle of cum she had left behind just outside the bedroom door, something which both Scott and Fran would find hours later when they finally emerged for a break in their ceaseless fucking.


2--
It had been over a week since Charlene had first watched her mother, Fran, and Scott, the family masseuse, fucking in assumed secrecy.  Despite the initial shock it brought to find her mom cheating, to her surprise she had been turned on more than she could have believed and needed to see more, the first time her view being obstructed by her father.  But the second time she had seen them she had made a mistake, having unknowingly left behind a puddle of cum which served as clear evidence to Fran and Scott that they had been found out.

Yet Charlene had not confronted them about it and despite the clear nervous tension that showed on both of them when she entered the same room as them or saw them in passing, she showed no sign of knowing their secret.  When it seemed like she wasn’t going to do anything about it, Fran and Scott eventually returned to normal and, to Charlene’s knowledge, kept up their sexual relationship since Scott still came to her home daily and stuck around much longer than was needed to care for Earl, Charlene’s father.  Earl was unaware of the relationship between his wife and Scott, a combination of work and the pain killing drugs that put him to sleep, aiding in keeping him in the dark.

Though right now Charlene’s mind was preoccupied with the sheer frustration at not being able to get tickets to the popular boy band she loved.  The Shock Rocks, who had rapidly risen through the ranks of performing fame, now being international musical celebrities.  However, tickets to one of their shows which was going to happen nearby, had started being sold yesterday but somehow they already were out.  Charlene was riding in the car with two of her girl friends, music from the band they had hoped to see filling the car at an almost deafening level, yet still they managed to hold a conversation perfectly.  “Those tickets were released yesterday, how can they already be out!”  Charlene was wearing a blue shirt and pants with violet and deep blue stripes. She had a flat head frill extending up from her forehead which had rounded horn ends in an arching fan pattern.  Going from just under her nose to run along the bottom half of her jaw and down the front of her body to end in a V cut in between her legs her scales were light yellow and going horizontally from the back of her neck all the way down to the tip of her tail she had short stripes of the light yellow scales.  The rest of her body was covered in deep green scales.

Sabrina, a light tan scaled triceratops, the scales almost yellow, spared her friend a glance away from the road, “Tell me about it, those shows are supposed to hold over twenty thousand people, how could they have filled out so quickly?”  She was wearing a sleeveless black shirt which hugged her chest nicely to support her breasts, naturally drawing the eye to them, and a pair of olive-green cargo pants.  They had gotten out of school a little early and were carpooling back home, all of them having called in about the possible tickets in the morning and struggled through the rest of the school day as they tried to think of someway or someplace to get tickets from.

Becky, a raptor with grey-brown scales offset by white scales that went from her lower jaw down the cover the front of her body, and was sitting in the back seat, leaned forward slightly, her green eyes settling on Sabrina, “Who knows, people from out of state are probably going to attend this year’s concert and they must have sniped the majority of the tickets.”  She was wearing a black vest which had neon-pink buttons running down the center of it, but fell short a few inches from her pants and showed off some scaled flesh.  Her pants were a similar black color but extended a little farther than they should, to the point of the ends were dragging on the ground.

As they pulled onto her road, Charlene noticed Scott’s car was parked in her driveway and her once moody manner and sulking posture changed quite noticeably as she brightened up as the thought entered her mind, “Maybe I can get him to give me one of his ‘special’ massages.”  Her friends noticed the change and Becky spoke first, “That guy’s over again?  I thought he was just over to help your dad but he seems over all the time.”  Charlene looked back at her with a soft smile as she remembered when Scott had brought her dad home that one day he had been injured and what had followed, “Yeah, he’s a very good masseuse who is going out of his way to make sure my dad is as healthy as can be and recovers as quickly as he can.  His hands are like magic when they go to work.”  The car stopped in front of Charlene’s home and she got up, adding silently to herself, “And tending to my mom’s needs too.”  Though she couldn’t help but chuckle softly as she heard Sabrina call after her, “Don’t work him too hard, he has to have strength to walk straight after all,” this prompted an accompaniment of whistles and waves as the car drove off again.

The first thing Charlene noticed was that the curtains in the living room were closed, most likely meaning that they had been closed so her father could get some sleep in a new location and thus free up the bedroom.  Just as she was about to open the door, she stopped to carefully inch it open, knowing that if it swung open too quickly it would make enough noise to be heard from the bedroom upstairs.  But this was still speculation and she tilted her ear towards the slightly ajar door, listening and hearing a rhythmic sound which only grew clearer as she entered her home, a warmth spreading from her stomach and down in between her legs.  Gently closing the door behind herself, she had to admit she had been expecting her mom and Scott to have sex again sometime soon now that they had gotten over their fear of her confronting them about it.  She was just glad that she got here in time to catch them in the act again.

So focused was she on her goal of getting up to her spot outside of her parents’ bedroom that at first she did not notice her father’s presence in one of the chairs in the living room until she heard his snores.  Pausing at the foot of the stairs, her pussy feeling a familiar need to be tended to by either her fingers or her vibrator, she looked over to see her father’s large form covered in a blanket and still fast asleep.  Smiling softly as she made her way upstairs and towards her parents’ room she wondered if her mom and Scott would ever try having sex while Earl was awake.

Creeping up to the bedroom door she cracked it open barely an inch, the moans coming from both Fran and Scott now much more audible as they were tirelessly fucking one another.  But the moment she opened the door the potent scent of cum mixed with their bodies’ sweat hit her nose, instantly causing Charlene’s pussy to become wet and her body to grow very hot in its spiking arousal.  Her eyes fixated on Scott’s cock which was rapidly sliding in and out of her mother’s pussy, her hand coming down to unzip the front of her pants and wiggled her hips as she pushed them down just enough to give her fingers comfortable access.

Her pussy was so wet that when the first of her fingers split her lower lips she could feel a thin stream of her juices flow past her finger and down her legs.  Her scaled finger was thrusting in and out of herself at the same pace as Scott’s hips as she imagined his cock was her fingers.  But it quickly proved to not be enough and she remembered the toy hidden deep within her underwear drawer.  Sparing one final glance at the sight of her mother and Scott rocking into one another, she quickly, but quietly, headed back to her room to pull open the drawer and find her smooth, pink vibrator.  It was one of her favorite gifts from her friends and it had seen much use, especially in the past week as she had used it to pacify her body’s desire to feel one male in particular in between her legs.

Fully sliding off her pants and panties, she set them aside once she got back to her spot outside the door.  Her ears were filled with the audible sound of their hips connecting, made all the more intense by the sight connected with it as Scott had grabbed onto Fran’s rear to lift it up into the air, putting her body in an arch which made every hilt go deeper and hit the perfect spots.  Charlene softly spoke as she dragged her tongue from the base of the toy up towards the tip, “Mmm, god Scott your cock tastes so good.”  Pausing at the tip to make a circle around it with the tip of her tongue, she started pulling the dildo away from her mouth to slowly, teasingly, trail the damp tip down in between her breasts.  She felt her legs quiver as she imagined Scott pushing her breasts together with his cock, now slick from her tongue, resting in between them to titfuck her.  But still the toy went further downward, the tip trailing past her belly button and bringing a soft whimper of want from her lips.

She spread her legs wider and arched her hips back slightly as she brought the tip of her vibrator to her pussy lips, waiting for just a moment until she saw Scott start his forward thrust where she pushed her toy deep inside of her needy pussy.  Closing her eyes with the sound of the coupling filling her ears and the image of Scott’s green scaled cock filling her mind, she reached under her shirt to cup one of her breasts and rub her hardening tit, her other hand moving at the same speed as Scott’s hips.  She imagined feeling Scott’s tongue delicately licking up the side of her neck as he cupped her breast firmly while his cock pounded her willing slit, making her climax build so wonderfully as his skilled hands played with her body.

Though she could have turned on her vibrator to intensify the experience, it would have taken away from the realism she felt with Scott’s cock rapidly sliding in and out of her slit.  The toy was tilted in such a way that the tip would brush over her g-spot, causing her pussy to grip the toy tighter each time this happened and sending continual shivers of pleasure through her.  As she heard the speed of Scott’s thrusts increase, signaling he was going to cum, she moaned softly, “God yes, cum in me Scott, I want to feel your seed deep inside me.”  She had to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning any louder as she heard his voice, “Fran, I’m gonna cum.”  Yet what Charlene heard next caused her eyes to snap open as she heard her mother say, “Wait, cum on my face!”

For the first time Charlene got to see the head of Scott’s cock and it almost made her cum on the spot.  The angled, spear-tip shaped head that was a little wider than the rest of his cock, was visibly damp from just having been within Fran’s pussy and, to Charlene’s immense lustful joy, Scott’s body was turned in such a way that it was facing the door.  She was given a perfect view of his entire body, his hand gripping his cock and rapidly stroking it as he knelt down beside Fran’s head, her fingers furiously sliding in and out of her pussy and mouth slightly closed so as much of Scotts cum as was possible would end up on her face.  Charlene heard her mom groan, “Scott,” and watched as he came, spraying his load all over her mother’s face.

The instant Charlene saw Scott start to cum, his white spunk standing out so well on her mother’s green scaled face, she gave her hard nipple a twist as she came, having to bite down onto her lip even harder to keep from moaning out.  Her juices flowed down her hand and legs to drip onto the floor and for several long, blissful seconds, she breathed heavily as the aftereffects of her orgasm raced through her body, leaving a pleasant tingling feeling behind.  But then she realized that with the way Scott was facing the door, he might see that the door was ajar and she quickly closed the door the rest of the way.  Gathering up her pants, she snuck back down into the living room where it was safer to put her clothing back on since she was hidden from view from the stairs and she could always take the back door out if anyone was to come out from the bedroom upstairs.

When she was dressed again she picked up her purse which she had left by the front door and dropped her toy inside of it, not wanting to risk going back up to her room now that the sound of the bed creaking had stopped.  Silently opening the front door, she gazed longingly at her parents’ bedroom, promising herself she would do something later since she couldn’t hold out with just watching, she needed to feel him inside her soon.  As she started walking down the street towards one of her friends’ house, Scott and Fran were getting ready to clean up.

Fran smiled at Scott as she started cleaning his cum off of her face, “You’re not going to be able to walk after tonight.”  Groaning softly, Scott sat up and looked at the clock, “It’s worth it though, but I guess we need to clean up now, Charlene should be home from school in a half hour.”  Taking a look at his pants which were stained with their cum from when they had first started with their clothes on, he still put them on, “I’m going to go get a change of clothes from my car, can’t exactly have this visibly showing now can I?”  Grinning, Fran got up and headed towards the bathroom, “I’ll start the shower, don’t take long.”

Scott headed downstairs and picked up his shirt which had been tossed into a corner beside Earl who, thankfully, was still sound asleep.  Smiling softly as that prominent reminder of how dangerous what they were doing was with the husband sleeping downstairs, he thought, “If only you knew what was happening just upstairs and on your own bed.”

Fran had tossed her clothes and the bed sheets into the washing machine after turning on the shower since even though the visible spots may be gone, there still would be the scent left behind.

Scott was rummaging through his emergency change of clothes in his trunk, cursing softly as everything but a new shirt was there, having forgotten to replace it since last time.  Well so he would have mismatching colored scrubs, “Better than nothing,” he mused.  Just as he was about to go back into the house he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to see what he thought was Charlene, but that was couldn’t be, she would still be in school and this person was walking away from the house.  “Huh, guess I’m being paranoid,” turning back to the door he headed inside to be greeted with the beautiful sight of Fran walking through the house completely naked, having just finished dropping the clothes off into the washing machine.

His eyes ran over her lovely form, never getting tired of seeing that great body.  But his eyes came back up to her face as he heard her ask a question, “Are those the only clothes you have left?”  Scott grimaced slightly, “Yeah, I forgot to replace my shirt so this is what I’ve got to use for now.”  Frowning, Fran looked up at the wall clock, “Charlene won’t be back for another half hour, do you think you can still wear it without any sign of what we did?”  Scott took a handful of his shirt and brought it up to his nose to smell it, soon taking his shirt off afterwards, “No, it’s still got a smell and unless we want a cold shower while the washing machine run, we won’t have enough time to clean it and finish getting cleaned up ourselves.”

They headed over to the kitchen and Scott dropped it off into the sink for the crude but effective means of washing it, Fran coming up to him just as he took another smell of his hands, “Oh wait, I’m the one who still smells, the shirt should be fine.”  Fran smiled and cupped his rear playfully, “Then let’s clean that dirty smell off you, we’ve got time for a quick shower.”  As the two of them went to clean one another off and have a little more fun in the shower, Charlene was just starting to get to her friend Sabrina’s house.


During the first leg of her journey her mind was preoccupied, “I can’t believe that this is the second time I’ve caught them, I wonder how often they’ve been doing it since that first day.”  Then her mind caught up with where she was and Charlene stopped in front of the door leading to her destination.  Knocking on the door she waited a few seconds before she heard footsteps and soon her triceratops friend opened the door, “What’s up Charlene?  Forget something in my car again?”  Charlene shifted her arm which had the purse around it and felt her elbow hit something, it was her dildo and it was not completely hidden, making it easy for anyone who took a good look at her purse to see what was inside.  Quickly snapping it closed, a soft blush on her face, Charlene thought up something quick, “No, I was wondering if you would be up for calling everyone we know to ask if they have tickets and ask if they would be willing to sell them.

Sabrina chuckled, having seen part of the slender pink object and knowing right away what it was but didn’t probe, figuring the presence of Scott at Charlene’s home attributing to the toy’s presence, “Alright, come in then and we’ll get started.  I can only spare an hour though so you’ll have to continue at home.”  A tiring and frustrating hour passed with no success, Charlene having to admit defeat and bade farewell to Sabrina as she headed back home, sulking her way through her front door as it seemed that her desire would go unanswered.  She didn’t manage to get far before her mom called her into the kitchen, having seen the cum puddle left behind and her daughter’s current state, finding the latter more important right now, “Charlene, is anything wrong?”  Scott was also in the kitchen, working on making some kind of gel he used in his more expensive massages.

Charlene took a seat in a chair in the kitchen with a sign, “I can’t find a ticket to the Shock Rocks’ show next week.  They just started selling them yesterday and already they are out.  Not only that but everybody I’ve called either doesn’t have the tickets or isn’t willing to sell them.  I mean they are such an amazing band and I really want to go but somehow in the span of twenty-four hours every last ticket was sold.”  Scott got a thoughtful look as he heard the band name, remembering his past clients since he thought that he might have treated them at some point.  Yet he was abruptly pulled from his thoughts when he heard Charlene’s voice be directed towards him, her voice taking on a softer tone as the prospect of feeling his hands on her body helped with her mood, “Scott, could you give me a massage?  You seem to be very good when it comes to using your hands on somebody.”

Fran nearly dropped the plate that was in her hands, having to turn back towards the counter to steady her hands since she thought that this was it, Charlene was finally going to confront them about it.  But Scott remained calm and politely responds, “I would have to charge you though.”  Charlene turned in her seat to face him directly, leaning back in a more comfortable position, “Well I was going to use the money on the tickets but I’m not going anywhere so I’m all yours.”  Scott nodded and set aside what he was working on, “Alright, well here,” he pulled out a towel from one of his shirt’s inner pockets, “lay this out on your bed and get on top of it, I’ll be up soon enough.”

Charlene smiled, already having completely gotten over the initial depression she had when she came into the room and gladly went up to her room, getting ready for what was to come.  Fran looked at Scott as if to ask what he was going to do but he put her fears at ease, “Relax, I’ve given non-sexual massages before so I’ll just do that, work her body over to ease out the kinks and then I think I should head off for the night, but I’ll be back tomorrow.”  Fran nodded and the two of them shared a quick kiss before Scott went upstairs to give Charlene a massage, sticking to her back during the whole time but feeling bad once he was halfway through for agreeing to take Charlene’s money.  She could have used that on something else she liked but now such was not the case anymore.

Though while he was giving her a massage, he saw a poster on one of her walls which was a picture of the Shock Rocks and after a little jogging of his memory, he remembered who they were, they had been among his earliest clients.  Charlene, on the other hand, was in heaven, finally feeling the man she had been ogling for the past week laying his hands over her body, completely erasing all thought she had about seeing her favorite band and the disappointment over not being able to see them.  But still she couldn’t think of a way to get Scott to use his hands on other parts of her body and had to be content with just on her back for now.  At least she had something more physical to take with herself later when she was alone with her toy tonight.

Eventually Scott finished his massage and headed out back home, the moment he managed to get inside he went to his book of past clients and looked for the number for the band members.  Though he couldn’t simply give Charlene her money back, he could give her something else that was worth much more.  It didn’t take long either and within a day he had managed to meet up with the band members again, all of them remembering his skilled hands from when he used to tend to them.  After the initial reunion welcoming and setting up appointments in which each band member would get a turn on Scott’s table, Scott got to the heart of the matter, getting Charlene to meet them.

Not only did the band agree, but they also gave Scott a backstage pass for himself and Charlene, leaving him with the message to give her that they were looking forward to meeting her.  That Saturday, Scott was sitting in the kitchen with a smile, having already discussed with Fran about what was to be expected from the band and that they simply would go out and have a good time.  “Don’t worry Fran, everything will be alright and taken care of, I won’t let anything bad happen.”  Just then Charlene walked in, having heard the last of his sentence, “Won’t let anything bad happen to who?”  Scott simply held up the tickets and watched Charlene’s face go from surprise to ecstatic as she gave a small jump where she was standing before running over to him, “Are those back stage passes!?”

Scott chuckled as he held them out for her to take, “Yep, you and I are going to be meeting the Shock Rocks before the show.”  She looked at him, “But… but how?  These are supposed to be impossible to get, they were already sold out of the standard tickets.”  Scott simply smiled, “I know them from when I was first starting as a masseuse, they were my first clients and were more than happy to have this meeting with me after all this time.  Also the band says they’re looking forward to seeing you.”  Charlene hugged him tightly before running up to give her mom a tight hug, “Ohhh thank you thank you thank you!”  Running back out of the kitchen with an excited squeal, intending on telling her girl friends all about it, Scott simply settled back into his chair, “Well tomorrow evening will be interesting, it’s been a while since I last saw those guys.  Long night ahead.”  Fran smiled as she went over to kiss his cheek, “Mhmm, and an even longer day that will follow when we’re alone again.”  He turned his head to kiss her on the lips, “Looking forward to it Fran.”


For Charlene the day couldn’t pass fast enough and once it finally came time to leave home, she felt like the car was crawling along the street at a snail’s pace, aided by the fact that despite having left two hours early, traffic was almost at a standstill.  But eventually, with Scott tiding Charlene’s impatience with stories of his meeting the Shock Rocks when they were just starting, the stadium finally came into sight and they found a spot to park.  During the ride, as Charlene had the time to grow more comfortable with Scott and get to know him, she firmly set in her mind that tonight was the night she would screw Scott.  Come what may she would feel him please her the same way he had pleased her mother, no matter what.

As they walked to the stadium they could hear the smaller, less popular, bands playing to warm up the crowds for the main event.  The sheer amount of people working their way into the stadium was intimidating at first glance but was quickly that feeling faded into acceptance as everyone was eager to get inside and see the main event, just like them.  But in Charlene’s case it was going to be a much more intimate meeting and she stuck close to Scott as they made their way to the gated off area.  After a short discussion with a pair of t-rex guards and show of their back-stage passes, the two of them were given admittance and instructions for where they could find the Shock Rocks’ trailer.

When the trailer came in sight, Charlene seemed especially calm, something Scott found rather curious, maybe she had gotten out all of her fangirl-ish excitement while they were in the car.  He knocked on the door of the sizeable trailer and Brill, the main singer who was a deep gray scaled raptor in a full body black leather outfit with metal studs along the length of the arms and legs, opened the door.  He smiled and stepped back in, “Scott my friend, come on in!  And this must be the gal you were talking about, Charlene is it?”  As he stepped back, Charlene stepped into the trailer with Scott following, giving them a good look at the other three band members who were lounging around in the trailer and the interior of the trailer itself.  There were guitars used in each major tour which had been signed by all of them, hanging up on the walls alongside pictures of them all together, separately, and some magazine issues they had liked enough to want to save and add to their collection.

As for the band members themselves, the drummer was Jason, an ankylosaurus who had had several gold studs put onto his thick skull and currently was wearing his traditional bikers outfit with the band’s logo on the back and a pair of violet-colored sunglasses.  The guitarist was Ryan, a stegosaurus who had on similar clothing as Brill with the exception of holes in the back for his spikes.  And finally there was Pandav, a deep green and brown scaled triceratops who was the second singer in the band and also was wearing the same outfit as Brill.

Charlene managed to take one deep breath before the fangirl part of her that she had been holding in finally broke all restraints that had been put in place.  Seeming to say everything at once as her words jumbled together as she spoke very quickly, “Ohmygod I can’t believe it’s really you!  You’re here, I’ve listened to all of your songs and love each and every one, I’ve been following you all for a while now and have read every article you’ve been mentioned in.  Are you going to be playing any new songs in tonight’s show?  Oh! Can I get your autographs on something, anything?”  The band members simply smiled and listened to her, letting her get it all out and once she seemed to finally have gotten it all out and standing in the middle of the trailer with an embarrassed look for what she had just done, Brill came up to her with a chuckle, “It’s alright lass, happens all the time and just wait till you see the show, we’ve got something special in mind tonight.  Actually, why don’t you sit on stage while we perform?”

Charlene’s jaw seemed to drop as she heard this, hardly believing her ears as the other band members got up since it was getting close to being time for their turn on stage, Ryan going over to her, “Of course we’re serious if you aren’t believing us, after all our pal Scott has done with his magic hands, working out all the hard spots,” a flicker of a smile crossed Scott and the band members’ faces, “It’s the least we could do for him, especially with how you’ve brought him back to us.  You’ll be sitting off just to the side of the stage in clear view of us.  But we best hurry, it’s our turn on stage soon.”

Brill had already headed out and was talking with one of the security guards so that a spot could be set up for Charlene and Scott somewhere to the side of the stage.  Ryan gave Charlene a quick pat on the shoulder, nodding at Scott once he had her attention, “Be sure you get him to give you the ‘turbine twist’ treatment, one of our favorites from him.”  The “Turbine Twist” was one of the Shock Rocks’ hit songs, she never knew or even expected that the family masseuse, which over a week ago had just been the every-day nice guy, was the name-founder of such a song as that.  

As the band separated from them to get their gear on and arranged in place, Charlene fell into step with Scott to gently and playfully hit him on the arm with a smile, “Why didn’t you say anything before?”  He smiled softly back at her, “Being humble is all I can say.”  As they were led up to a corner on the stage, Charlene could hear thousands of screaming fans just beyond the curtain, but could not see any of them.  Their position had them in a corner where while they could see the band perform, none of the fans could see them, making it perfect for what Charlene had planned.

The band started playing their first song, the heavy booms from the music that was enhanced by the massive subwoofers, sending vibrations throughout their entire bodies which left a pleasant tingling feeling during every pause between notes.  Yet as soon as the song began, Charlene made her move and got up from her chair to straddle Scott’s hips, a lustful smile on her face as she kissed him, taking him by complete surprise with the sudden affection.  When she broke the kiss he stammered, “W-wha?”  She placed her finger on his lips, leaning forward to say in a sultry tone while her other hand moved down to cup and rub his hardening cock, “It’s the least I could do to pay you back for all the help you have done for me.  I won’t tell if you won’t,” her statement seemed to carry with it in addition to its face value, that she wouldn’t tell about him and her mom screwing one another if they wouldn’t.  Also ever since she had first seen the two of them together, she wondered what it would be like to have others watching on while she did it.  Her favorite band was merely icing on the cake.

Scott had to admit, Charlene’s body looked just like her mother’s, only a touch younger.  And if this was what she really wanted then he would be happy to oblige.  After all, he, being the more experienced, could teach her how to give a man the best sex of his life when she found someone of her own.  So without further hesitation, his cock already rock hard and the zipper to his pants being undone, he kissed her back, both of their mouths parting to allow their tongues to meet halfway.  Scott slid his hands up and under Charlene’s shirt, cupping her soft, yellow scaled breasts and rubbing his thumbs over her tits with a shiver as he felt her hand wrap around his cock to quickly start stroking him.

Charlene’s pussy was soaking wet now and she could feel her body burning with lust, the feeling of Scott’s hands on her breasts and playing with her hard tits, something she had imagined for days on end, had her breathing hotly into the kiss.  She had wanted to take it slow for her first time with him but her body wouldn’t allow it, the week of pent up need mixed with having to watch longingly as his cock pounded her mother’s pussy and wish that she could be the one on her back with him in between her legs, had her acting on pure lust.  Breaking the kiss she pressed her feet against the ground to stand up a little farther and undid the front of her pants to roughly pull them down, a hot blush on her face as she pulled down Scott’s pants just enough to free his cock from the confines of his pants so the green shaft stood tall and strong.

Scott could almost feel the lust coming off of her body and didn’t want to impose on this round, letting her do everything she wanted.  He started pulling his hands back only to feel her own hands grip his to put them back onto her breasts, “Don’t stop, keep playing with them.”  Just as his grip came back onto her breasts, she straddled his hips again, grabbing onto his cock to line the tip up with her pussy and slid down, taking his entire length in one go with a loud, “Ah!~” throwing her head back as she stayed in place for several seconds, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly while her claw tips pressed against his scales.

The sensation was beyond anything Charlene had ever felt, it was better than her dildo ever could be, having so many features that made that piece of vibrating plastic pale in comparison to it.  It was warm, smooth, and filled her much more, touching places she had never felt before and making this all the more intense.  She stayed in place, her legs quivering and regaining their feeling as the sudden intense pleasure left them feeling unresponsive, leaving her to fully take in every feeling and feature of Scott’s cock as the music and pleasure flowed throughout her body, seeping into every inch of her being.  With several large breaths she regained minor control of her body and pushed up with her legs, slowly sliding his length out of her tight, gripping, depths and feeling her pleasure continue to build as the feeling of his wide cockhead stimulated her folds perfectly.

Stopping when just the head was left inside, she slammed her hips down again, the feeling just as intense and she felt like she was going to cum.  Though she tried to hold in her orgasm, the harder she tried, the more it built and the more intense the feeling was, to the point where after just four thrusts she came for the first time that night.  Knowing she was being watched by the band members combined with the knowledge that the man she was fucking was also fucking her mom, added to the eroticism of it all.  Plus his hands on her breasts performed leagues in helping to make her cum so quickly.

Scott had felt the greater flow of juices from Charlene’s pussy and could tell she already had cum, expecting one heck of a night ahead for her.  But that was just a side thought, his focus was on her breasts which he had been ordered to tend to and was doing so gladly.  He had taken a handful of both of her breasts, kneading the soft scaled flesh while his thumb and forefingers trapped her tits in between their tips, both hardening from his touch.  Instead of grabbing onto the perked park, he started at the outermost part of her tits, rocking his fingers in a half circle up towards the tip which he lightly pinched before letting go to bring his fingers back down to the outermost part.  His fingers would alternate between that light pinch and pushing his thumb against both of her tits at once so they were pressed into the crook of his index finger.  Once there he would rock his thumb from side to side, finding out quickly that Charlene responded very well to having her breasts and nipples stimulated as her thrusts increased in their pace and force.

Charlene had no idea how many times she had cum, not bothering to keep count as that would have distracted her from the feeling of the dino-cock within her.  But as she came again she wondered why she hadn’t felt his thick cum pump into her, maybe he had been holding out?  If that was the case, she changed the way she was riding him, leaning back slightly and moving one hand down behind her to cup and rub Scott’s balls, having heard from one of her girl friends that that could make a guy cum faster.  Hearing him moan and grip her breasts tighter in response, proved that what she had heard was true, and soon she heard Scott pant out, clearly trying to hold in his orgasm, “Charlene I, I’m gonna cum!”  Charlene merely bounced her hips harder and faster on him, lust-filled joy clear on her face, “Cum in me Scott, I need to feel you fill me, do it for me!”  She threw her head back, along with him, as they both cried out in ecstasy as Scott came, the feeling of the tip of his cock spraying one thick strand of cum after another deep into her willing pussy caused yet another orgasm.

She remained in her hilted position, head thrown back and chest heaving as stars appeared in her vision from the intense fucking she just had, the warmth from his cum spreading throughout her entire body.  But then she moved so she was leaning and resting against him, her arms wrapped around him as she recovered.  They had been going at it for much longer than Charlene had thought since once she unstraddled his hips, intending to have a short break before going at it again, she saw that the band was finishing up their first set and were going to take a break soon.  Blushing but still smiling as what should have felt like embarrassment over being watched, but only felt arousal, Charlene pulled her pants on again, Scott doing the same as the band finished and headed over to the pair, the sound of the adoring fans still quite audible as a replacement band came up for the time being.

Ryan was smiling, “Jeeze girl, you sure can go at it, I bet you could give Scott here a run for his money.”  Charlene blushed even harder at the compliment and simply nodded softly as he continued, “Hey, we’re on our break but if you two want you can use our trailer, we’ve got a TV in there that will let you still see us perform, just from a more secluded area.”  Charlene practically jumped up out of her chair and grabbed onto Scott’s hand, “Then let’s go check it out, come on Scott, you can’t be nearly done yet.”  Scott chuckled softly, being followed by a few whistles from the band members, as he thought, “Ahh, the joys and strengths of youth.”

As soon as they were in the trailer, Charlene turned on the TV with one hand while her other was busy working off her clothes, stripping fairly quickly so her body was completely exposed to Scott who had also stripped.  The two of them embraced and she looked up at him with want, “Do me however you want this time Scott, show me what you can do.”  Scott’s reply was to grab onto her ass firmly and lift her up into the air, grunting out before he slid into her pussy again, “Wrap your legs around my waist.”  Charlene did as she was told, also wrapping her arms around his upper back and thrusted back against him, her head resting at the space between his neck and shoulder.

As their bodies rocked into one another, she felt him move over to one of the walls of the trailer and push her against it, sending a shiver through her from the wall’s cool touch.  When nothing but air was behind her, there was more leeway when it came to her body moving from each of Scott’s strong thrusts when his hips would slam against hers.  But now that there was an unyielding wall there, every hilt of his hips felt rougher and much more intense, the full force of each thrust traveling straight through her and turning the force into pure orgasmic bliss as she came yet again.

Never having had sex before she was going to run out of energy simply from cumming too much, having hit an endless orgasm since when Scott had felt her cum this most recent time, he bent his knees so he went in her at more of an angle.  From this position the head of his cock would hit her g-spot while the rest of his length would slide over it while pressing against it firmly.  In addition to this position change, he had dramatically increased the speed at which his hips were moving, having built up plenty of stamina from the numerous times he had had sex to maintain the furious pace.  The benefit from this was that it did not allow Charlene’s body to calm down in the slightest from its last orgasm, instead keeping it at that pleasure high point which brought an endless stream of smaller orgasms that would grow in size and intensity to an even larger and much greater orgasm following it.

Scott knew this and when Charlene’s orgasmic screams started to die down in volume, he slowed down his thrusts to go for slower, yet more forceful, hilts as his own climax was about to hit.  He didn’t want to push Charlene to the point of exhaustion since if he brought her passed out back home, it might cause some problems with Fran that he had just fucked her daughter into blissful oblivion.  But still he kept it up, gripping her rear tightly and moaning hotly as he slammed her down onto his cock one last time as he came, pumping his seed deep within her, his body arched against hers as he felt his cock pulse two, three, four times, sending smaller strands of cum each time into her pussy.

Breathing heavily, he moved back to sit in one of the chairs, keeping a firm grip on Charlene who had a dazed look from the intense fucking, resting against Scott to recover and regain her strength.  The two of them spent the rest of the concert in the trailer, either in one another’s arms or sitting beside one another to watch the show.  When it finally ended and they got dressed to head home, meeting with the band one final time as they gave Charlene some signed souvenirs.  Thanking them for everything they had done, Charlene had followed Scott back to his car, the two of them talking a little on the car ride back, Charlene practically passing out as the energy drain from cumming so much took its toll.  But when they got back to her home, she was gently shaken awake by him and leaned over to kiss him with a pleased smile, “We’ll have to go out and do this again sometime.  Don’t worry about my mom, I’ll just say that it was an intense concert and take a shower.  She’ll be none the wiser.”

At that she turned to head out of the car and back into her home, leaving Fran none the wiser about what had happened this night past the concert and eager to get into the shower to pull out some of Scott’s cum from her pussy to give him a taste, wondering what he would taste like directly from the source.  More for another date, she would just have to wait for now.


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Fran waved goodbye to her husband Earl and son Robby as they drove off to one of the local hunting grounds.  It was a tradition started long ago where they would meet up with a couple of Earl’s guy friends and, “reaffirm their masculinity,” as Earl had told her wife.  Fran was smiling widely as she headed back inside and towards the phone to call her close friend Monica.  The phone rang several times and just when she thought the brontosaurus might not be home, at the final ring it was picked up, “Hello?  Who is it?”

“It’s me; the guys have left for their annual night of attempted hunting and bonding.  So while they are busy trying to make fire with two sticks and pure frustrated rage, how about a girl’s night for us?”

“Sounds great, I’ll be over in an hour if that’s alright.  Want me to bring anything?”

Fran looked around her home and thought what else they might need, a thought entering her mind about a particular dinosaur that had been so kind to her family lately.  Blushing softly as her mind started to go over some of the more intimate sessions she had been recently having with Scott, the family masseuse, “Nope, I’ve got everything here and anything else we might need I can go and get should the need arise.”

The moment they bid one another farewell, Fran heard Charlene coming downstairs.  Her daughter was wearing the Shock Rocks band t-shirt that she had gotten last week at the concert and looked at her mother with a smile, “Hey mom, so it’s just us again.”  Normally this would be followed with Charlene saying that she was going to head out to meet up with some of her friends and stay out for most of the evening.  But just as Fran was opening her mouth to give her approval, it was cut short as Charlene continued, “While the guys are having their man-date, why don’t we have our own?”

Ever since Charlene had come back from the concert where she finally got Scott to fuck her, there seemed to be a subtle hinting going back and forth between herself and her mother about what had happened.  The glances both of them gave Scott whenever he entered the room only to quickly look away when it seemed like someone would notice the infatuated look which crossed their faces at the sight of him.  Neither of them had confirmed the other’s suspicions yet but she figured now was as good a time as any with the house being all theirs.  Besides, it wasn’t like things could turn out too badly since neither of them had any intention of giving up their sex therapist and coming out now would get rid of any awkward tension which would build in the future.  Already it was showing on her mom at times; that look of longing mixed with agitation at how she and Scott had to keep this such a secret, grabbing what moments they could together when they thought nobody was looking.

Tonight Charlene wanted to help pacify this with the plan she had worked on for the past few days.  They would sit down sometime later when they had settled in for the night while watching a movie that she had seen plenty of times so there wouldn’t be a distraction from a new film drawing their attention.  There was a moment of silence about halfway through the film where she would make her move and casually bring up the topic of Scott.

Or rather she would have gone through with this plan if she didn’t hear her mom say, “Yeah, I was planning something like that myself, Monica will be over in an hour.  We have almost everything so that gives us plenty of time to set up.”  Instant thought which entered Charlene’s mind, “Darn it,” but she put on a smile, “Sounds great.”  Monica was a very strong and independent dinosaur, having once been married but was now single and seeming to be doing better than ever.  She and Fran would lightly joke about the pros and cons of being married, how good the independence feels or how on a cold winter night there’s nothing better than cuddling up to a loved one.


There wasn’t much for Charlene or Fran to do, mainly just clean up the living room so it was presentable for company and pull out assorted food to snack on.  During all of this Charlene’s mind was preoccupied with wondering when next she might have the chance to talk to her mom about their relationship with Scott.  It took the sound of the doorbell ringing to pull her away from her thoughts and return her to the night ahead.  She went to open the door and was greeted by the sight of one of her mother’s best friend’s, Monica.

The brontosaurus had light blue eyes, deep blue scales covering most of her body, and very light purple scales going from her chin, down her neck, and over the front of her body to trail down the underside of her tail to its tip.  As Monica came in she had to duck her head down due to her long neck but straightened once she was inside, the top of her head almost brushing against the ceiling.  She wore a necklace of gold colored seashells, a predominantly blue tie-dye t-shirt which matched her deep blue pants.  Though other than her height, sticking with her body’s enlarge form the one other feature that drew the eye were her large breasts.  What would have been about a C cup on girls Charlene’s size, on Monica she had DD breasts.

Charlene stepped aside as her mom and Monica exchanged greetings, Fran having to crane her neck so she was looking at Monica’s face rather than her breasts which were at eye level for the smaller dinosaur.  “Since this is the first time it’ll be all three of us, we should do something special this evening.”  Monica smiled softly as her gaze went over to Charlene, already a plan forming in her mind, “Yes we should, and instead of sitting around chatting the night away like we normally do, let’s take a different track and try what the guys do on their own time.”

Charlene looked at Monica curiously, “You mean sitting around watching TV, drinking beers, and telling ‘manly’ tales of their crude prowess in things?”  She nodded softly, “Mhmm, there’s got to be something about such a simple formula which works for them that we can experience as well.”  Fran already was inching her way towards the kitchen and Charlene didn’t see why not give it a try, after all what harm could come from a little experimentation?  “Sure, I think there might be something good on right now.”

Actually there was a specific show starting soon which Charlene didn’t get to see as often as she liked, namely because it was a little awkward to watch that show in the presence of other guys.  It was none other than “Terra-Trox,” the show where well built, and often well hung, men would either wrestle or walk around to do daily activities in nothing more than speedos.  Within two minutes all three of them were sitting around the TV with a beer in hand and eyes glued to the screen to watch as a triceratops and raptor worked on their pelvic thrusts, beads of sweat glistening on their bodies.

It wasn’t long before the effect of the beer was starting to show, their inhibitions fading and being replaced with a building need to get their hands on a strong male.  Charlene was the first to break the silence as she giggled drunkenly as a t-rex bent over to give the camera a good view of his ass, saying in a slightly louder than normal tone, “You know what guy has a great ass and piece with it?  Scott.”  Under normal circumstances such a statement would have shocked Fran to hear it from her daughter’s lips, but with the alcohol working its magic, she took it in stride and smiled widely, “You can say that again, he’s got the greatest hands in the world too, he’ll have you on your back eager and wanting in no time at all.”  Both of them burst into a fit of alternating giggling and chuckling as they blushed, each remembering the time they were first fucked by Scott.

Getting a look on her face as if she had just discovered the secret behind why the world works, Charlene gasped quite audibly and turned a little too quickly to face Monica and had to grip the chair for stability, “Hey, you haven’t seen Scott yet!”  Monica tilted her head in Charlene’s direction, feeling like she was halfway into the clouds and the wrong movement might bring her tumbling back down to earth, “Mhmmmm, I’ve heard so much about him from Fran, his valuable ‘assets.’”  Fran shifted in her seat as she could almost feel that long cock pounding her pussy, hear his moans and the sound of their hips slapping together, god how she wanted him right then and there.  And Monica was the perfect way to get him here even without them being alone at home.

Looking over at her friend and holding her hand out, “Hand me the phone Monica, I think it’s about time you see this guy I’ve been f-seeing.”  Monica reached over for the phone but misjudged her reach, accidentally knocking it off the stand it was on and having to bend over to pick it up and pass it to Fran.  That gentle feeling of being on a drunken cloud started to fade the moment she had moved and she wanted it back.  So as Fran tried to remember Scott’s phone number and call him, Monica spoke up, “Ask him to bring some stronger stuff, this beer isn’t cutting it with the buzz.”

Fran finally got the number right and as soon as Scott picked up the phone she slurred, “Scott, get your lovely scaled butt over here.”  As if an afterthought she added, “And bring some strong booze with you, Monica wants some.”

From his end Scott looked at the phone for a second before putting it back to his ear, the sudden rush of information not what he was expecting when he picked up the phone, “Fran?  But isn’t your husband there and who’s Monica?”  He could tell from how she spoke that she was clearly drunk and wondered what was going on as she spoke again, “Monica is a friend of mine, the guys have left for some man-hunting-date-thing so it’s just us girls.  Come on over and join the party, with your rougher massage sessions to work out all our lower tension you can make this party truly,” she giggled, “’Orgasmic.’”

His curiosity had been grabbed and Scott agreed, “Alright, I’ll pick some stuff up then, see you soon.”  But as Scott drove to the liquor store to pick up some stronger alcohol, a pleasant surprise was in store for him in the form of two women who each wanted him to give them the best sex of their life.

Upon arrival, Scott had barely knocked on the door when it swung open by Fran who looked at him fondly.  Without giving him a moment to say hello, she grabbed onto his arm and pulled him into the living room where he saw, to his surprise, Charlene who he had not expected to be there, believing it was just Monica and Fran.  As he started to introduce himself to Monica, the brontosaurus’ gaze quite clearly went over his crotch, causing Scott to blush softly and turn towards Fran just to divert Monica’s gaze.  Fran had pulled out the massage table that she had gotten from Scott so he wouldn’t have to drag it around every time he stopped in to see her and set it in the middle of the room.

Then, without any sign of hesitation despite being in clear view of both her daughter and best friend, Fran pulled off her shirt and bra and laid on her back on the table.  As she looked over at Scott expectantly, his blush came even harder with them having such a close audience and her forwardness.  But still he started his massage, going for Fran’s lower stomach as he tried his best to remain professional.  But within seconds he felt one of her hands grab onto one of his and place it over her breast, the yellow scaled tit quickly hardening into his hand as her body knew what came next whenever Scott would touch her in such intimate places as there.

Monica took a drink of the alcohol Scott had brought and passed it to Charlene so she could take a sip, keeping her gaze on Scott who was facing her, “It’s always such a great sight to see a doctor that gives house calls, or should I say, booty calls.”  Scott tried to deny this claim, feeling like he was in the spotlight, but his attempt at defense was quickly dispelled as Monica smiled and continued, “Mmm, I bet that you’ll have to replace the bed’s headboard soon with all the new marks made in it from your ‘massage’ sessions.”

Fran looked over at Monica with a rosy look with mild protest, “Monicaaaa, you promised you wouldn’t tell anyone.”  Charlene giggled as she heard this since she knew all too well about her mom and the family masseuse hooking up.  Monica merely smiled apologetically and waved in Scott’s general direction, not sober enough to point directly at her target, “But his body language tells all it needs too, I mean look at him.  You could hang a flag off that pole.”  Then she waved her hand dismissively, “Besides, Charlene didn’t hear that,” looking at the younger dinosaur, “Did you Charlene?”  Charlene only giggled harder as the stronger alcohol took its effect, “Hear what?”

Monica leaned back in her chair with a triumphant look, her gaze settling on Scott again “See?  I told you so.  Now when will it be my turn, Fran you’ve got to feel his hands all over plenty of times before.  Hey Scott,” he looked up despite himself, feeling his heart beat faster as he grew progressively more on edge now that his “secret” was blown.  His eyes widened as he stared at the sight of the brontosaurus pushing her large breasts together, “I know you must like Fran’s but you have so much more to work with here.”  Spreading her legs wide she flicked her tail along the inside of her thigh, “And here too, word on the vine is that meat isn’t the only thing you like to eat.”

Fran had taken a drink of the bottle which had been passed around and by this point had seemed to forget that Charlene was there as she looked at Monica, the look on her face saying she was reliving a fond memory, “Oh you don’t know the half of it dear, when he has you pinned up against the wall he has this great way of moving his hands to rub every sensitive spot as if from the first thrust he learned where to touch.  Personally I love riding him cow-girl but men will be men and take you however he wants.”

Scott had no idea what he should do, his hands having circled the same area under and around Fran’s breasts and abdomen for quite some time now as he sought a way to escape his current predicament.  Then with dread he heard Charlene pipe up, “Hah, you think you had it good?  Well let me tell you about last week’s concert.”  Instantly he spoke loudly enough to stop the conversation, “I, er… I have to go to the kitchen to… take a break, yeah.”

He quickly left Fran and went into the kitchen, their laughter at his reaction following him.  Turning on the cold water faucet to have something to cool himself off with and give him time to try and get his rock hard cock soft again, he heard the conversation continue despite his attempt at stopping it.  Fran had moved up to a sitting position but was still topless and didn’t look like she had a care in the world, “Oh but his hands aren’t his only great feature, the head of his cock is pointed so every time he pushes in it feels like he’s going for the deepest part of you.”  Charlene nodded and looked over at Monica to add, “It’s wider than the rest of his cock too so you really feel filled whenever he enters you.”

Suddenly the room fell silent since the only way Charlene could have known this is if she had had sex with Scott.  Monica burst out laughing, “Ahahahaa, oh like mother like daughter, I knew neither of you could keep away from that dino for long.”  Fran had turned to face Charlene and was drunkenly trying to berate her daughter for what she had done, “Charlene!  You shouldn’t have done that, you’re still so young, did you use protection?  Did you think what effect this might have on him and his job?”  Charlene simply rounded up with, “Oh come off it mom, I know you and Scott have been fuck-buddies for a while now, you could have tried to be more subtle about it too.  Especially with how loudly you moan and cry out to him,” she started imitating her mother’s moans and verbal expressions, “Just like that, oh don’t stop Scott, fuck me harder.”

Any chance Scott had had for trying to figure out what he should do before things took a turn for a worse, ended at the sound of the first fake moan.  He realizes what she’s doing and inwardly cringes, “Oh God, what do I do?  Monica knows, Fran’s blabbing, and Charlene… can’t keep her mouth shut.  Shit shit shit, I gotta stop her before…” he heard the first phrase Charlene was copying and all thought left his mind beyond the simple phrase, “oh no.”

Monica burst into laughter again as Fran picked up on her motherly chastising only to be abruptly cut off with another counter by Charlene, “Hey, at least I’m not married, you’re already taken so I have more claim over him than you.”  As they started arguing, Scott sneaked back into the room now that they were distracted and moved over to Monica, staying behind her since she blocked most of him from view.  Though Scott wasn’t in any danger of being noticed by either mother or daughter who were oblivious to the surrounding world now that their argument had taken up all of their attention.

Tapping Monica on the shoulder, he looked up at her as she tilted her head in his direction, “Hey Monica, you’re Fran’s best friend and a close family friend.  What do you think of my relationship with Fran and Charlene?”  With how complicated things were getting recently he wanted to hear an outsider’s opinion with the same standing as his when it came to a connection with the family.  Monica simply took a sip of beer, “Who Fran sleeps with is up to her, it’s none of my concern.”  Setting aside her drink and giving him a harsher gaze, “But if you treat Charlene poorly then know that I will come after you and show you just how I deal with insensitive bastards.”  Her look returned to its passive mixed with mild entertained look as she turned back to watch Fran and Charlene continue arguing.

Well this was somewhat of a relief, Monica didn’t say he should leave and never come back.  But before he could dwell on his thoughts for too long the sound of the argument returned to his attention and after a moment he looked up at Monica again, “Hey Monica, would you mind heading off for the rest of the evening?  This matter needs to be solved privately and I don’t want Fran pulling you in to back her up on things.”  Monica stretched in her seat before standing up, “Alright, but you owe me doc, we will be seeing one another again.”  Just as she started heading for the door Scott stopped her since she was still very drunk, “Wait, are you going to be alright going back home as you are?”  She gave him a smile and a pat on the back which almost knocked him to the floor thanks to her being drunk hampering control over her strength, “I’ve staggered back home far drunker than this before and I walked here, I won’t be driving for a while.  Thanks for your concern though.”

Scott turned back to the arguing pair, either girl looking like they could spit fire at any moment as they went back and forth over who was better both in bed and for Scott.  To get their attention, Scott put two fingers into his mouth and gave a short yet loud whistle, having a haphazard form of a plan in mind which crumbled as both girls turned their drunken glares onto him.  Doing his best to keep from quailing under their looks, “Hey, um, why not share?  It’s not like I can’t only help one of you at a time, I can go from one to the other whenever you girls, erm, like.”  He glanced nervously between the two and slowly started backing away since suddenly that didn’t seem like such a good idea.

Fran and Charlene seemed to come to the same decision at once and both went up to him, his back pinned up against the wall only to be grabbed by Charlene who pulled him into a deep kiss.  Instead of arguing who was better, both girls were going to prove that they were the better one by having sex right here and now.  Though when Charlene kissed Scott, Fran wasn’t one to be outdone and roughly tugged his pants down to grab onto his partially erect cock and start stroking him to full hardness again.  Charlene’s gaze saw what her mother was doing and to one-up her, she stripped completely and grabbed onto both of Scott’s hands, one to place on one of her breasts and the other over her pussy, groaning loudly to entice Fran, “Ohh yeah, use me Scott, my pussy must feel so tight around your fingers and cock.”

In response to this, Fran slid off her own pants and knelt down in front of Scott as best she could with Charlene’s body in the way and deep throated him.  She curled her tongue around his green-scaled length while rocking her head firmly back and forth and grabbed onto his tail to shove one end into her pussy.  Keeping a tight sucking lip grip as she pulled her head back and off his cock with a small ‘pop,’ she looked up at him with pure lust, “Why go for someone young and inexperienced when you can have an older girl who knows the best way to please a man.”

Despite the abruptness of it all, and the fading worry about things getting out of hand, Scott was rather enjoying this.  The feeling of being completely dominated and claimed by these girls was a very different experience that turned out to be quite the turn-on and was definitely something to do again.  He complied with each girl’s demands and slid two fingers into Charlene’s tight pussy, rocking them back and forth to quickly find her g-spot, his thumb pressing against and rubbing a circle around her clit.  Every time he pushed his two fingers forward, the tips would hit her g-spot and then split so that the bit of spongy flesh was pressed on either side by his fingers.  His other hand had taken a handful of her breast to knead the soft flesh while one of his fingers pressed against the now hard tit to rock a circle around it, pushing the tip from one side to the other as he played with her breasts.

For Fran he slid several inches of his smooth tail into her slick pussy, the tip of his tail curling around her g-spot for a moment on its journey further inward towards her cervix.  They had done this before to test just how much of his tail could comfortably fit into her.  Despite its growing thickness the closer it drew to his body, he had managed to fit a good six inches in before it was too wide to go any further.  At that depth the tip of his tail easily reach and press at the opening to her cervix to gradually work it open so his cum could pump directly into her womb when he replaced his tail with his cock.

But right now Fran was far to engrossed in sucking Scott’s cock to think about switching places.  It had been days since they last had sex and her hunger for the taste of his cum was simply too intoxicating.  She rocked her hips into his tail as she groaned onto his cock, bringing a hand up to cup and carefully squeeze his balls with the base of her palm while her fingertips sought out their goal.  She rubbed a finger over his tight tailhole for a second before pushing it in and curling her finger in a “come here” motion so the tip pressed against his very sensitive prostate gland.  The moment she did that she felt his cock throb in her mouth, sending a quick shot of precum onto her tongue that quickly slid down her throat.

Pursing her lips to form a tight ring around his cock, when she sucked she would pull in her cheeks to add to the stimulation he felt, like being in a tight, slick, tunnel.  Her focus was so intensely on getting Scott to cum that she didn’t know she was getting close to cumming until her orgasm hit.  Moaning onto his cock she deep throated him again, reveling in the pleasure from her orgasm that slowly filter up through her alcohol-dulled senses like a building wave.  Just as it pleasure reached her breasts, she felt his balls tighten in her palm and watched his face to see the ecstasy etched onto it as he came.

As Fran was happily swallowing Scott’s delectable cum, Charlene was getting restless with her current position.  Though Scott had managed to make her cum twice, she was on the receiving end and wanted to give back to show that she was as good, if not better than, the dinosaur in between his legs.  As soon as it seemed like he finished, Charlene pulled back from his hands and knelt down, her head swimming from moving so fast and taking a few seconds for her to regain her bearings, “It’s my turn, I’ll show you I can’t be knocked out so easily.”

Fran pulled back and let her daughter take her place, longing to feel Scott’s cock in her own pussy but it would come soon enough.  For now she had something in mind and went upstairs to her room, having to lie down and reach under the chest of drawers that was in her bedroom so she could reach underneath it.  With a little blind searching, her hand fell onto the dildo which she loved to use whenever Scott wasn’t around and she needed a really good cum.  In total it was seven inches long, having an inch long head that was cone shaped but had an almost flat tip rather than ending in a point.  Along the bottom side of her red toy was a series of ridges that ran all the way to the base and left such a nice feeling whenever it ran over the deepest parts of her pussy.

The intent of the toy was to have something to pacify herself while she waited for Charlene to finish her round.  But when she got downstairs and took in the scene of her daughter sucking Scott with nothing in her pussy, that train of thought changed since what kind of a person would she be if she left a lustful pussy unattended to?  With the alcohol clouding her judgment, the thought of being family completely left Fran’s mind to be replaced with the desire to satisfy the arousal that radiated off of this younger dinoess.  Kneeling down behind Charlene, she lifted her tail and shoved the fake cock into Charlene’s pussy, pushing the entire toy in at once and listening to the growing muffled moan that came from her daughter as she was double-teamed.

Charlene couldn’t be happier, her mouth was filled with the cock of the first man she had ever fucked and was giving him her best oral treatment.  Her pussy, which had once been feeling noticeably empty, was now filled with a sex toy she had never felt before but instantly wanted one like it for her own.  She didn’t care that her mother was on the other end of the toy since all that mattered was the pleasure that it brought.  The toy was turned over so the ribbed base would run over Charlene’s g-spot, the head wedging itself into her cervix and barely poking into her womb.  Though to counter what discomfort this might bring, within seconds of the toy entering her, the feeling of Fran’s scaled fingers wrapping around her waist to rub at her erect clit came and sent a shock of pleasure through her body as she quickly came from the treatment.

Though she wasn’t as skilled as her mother when it came to giving a blowjob, what she lacked in experience she made up for with energy.  Since the alcohol dulled her sense of discomfort, she could deepthroat him without noticing the tip of his cock pressing against the back of her throat, something that normally prevented her from doing this.  But as it were, she would push her head forward quickly, her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock, and pull back a little slower.  By doing this it allowed one of her hands to come up and curl her fingers around his slick cock to rapidly slide back and forth along his length until her lips hit the head of his shaft which served as the point where she would pull her hand away as she took in his entire length again.

As Scott drew near to his next orgasm, Fran pulled her hand away from Charlene’s clit to rummage through his pants that were discarded on the floor.  Finding his cell phone she held it up to Scott with a playful smile, “Take some pictures, Charlene might want to have something to remember tonight by.”  Scott took his phone and flipped it open, breathing hotly as he tried to keep from cumming just yet, “Charlene, open wide and lean back.”  She did as he asked, her eyes slightly closed but mouth wide open, ready to catch his cum as he grabbed onto his cock and quickly stroked himself the rest of the way.  He managed to get several pictures, one of her kneeling with mouth opened wide, a shot of the first load of his white cum shooting from the head of his cock and into her mouth, and a final picture of her mouth full of his cum with a few strands over her lips.

Within seconds of his orgasm ending, Fran left the toy in Charlene’s pussy and grabbed onto Scott to pull him down onto his back and straddled his hips.  With one hand resting just above his shoulder, the other grabbed onto his cock and aimed it for her pussy, taking it in with a quick forward rock of her hips.  She cried out and dug her claws into the floor as she finally was filled with the cock she had been lusting for and fantasized about every day since they last fucked.  She rode him hard and fast, each time she would slam her hips against his it was as if she were trying to nail him to the floor as she gave in to her body’s need for a hard fuck.  She had missed this so much, the feeling of the head of his cock hitting the opening to her cervix so when he would cum, oh how she longed to feel his cum, it would shoot straight into her womb and leave its warmth for what would feel like hours.

Scott took in her body’s alluring scent that he never got tired of, loving how this sexy mother was riding him as hard as she could give.  For a while he watched her full breasts heave with every motion of her body, seeing her hard tits that he knew with such great detail from the many times he had sucked or fondled them.  When he felt the first faint hinting of his orgasm building, he brought his hands up to cup both of her breasts at once and bent his head forward to flick his tongue over one of the hard tits before moving further up to suck on the nub of flesh.  He rocked his head in time with her body so never once was there a risk for her tit to leave his sucking lips and caressing tongue until he wanted to switch to the next tit.

After having swallowed her mouthful of cum, Charlene had moved to the side of Scott and Fran so she would have a good view of them fucking and laid onto her back.  Holding onto the toy with one hand she started fucking herself with it, gasping and moaning as she took in the sights and sounds that Scott was giving.  His groans of pleasure the most erotic and beautiful thing she had ever heard and the sound of his slick cock sliding in and out of her mother’s cunt reminding her all too well of when he had first fucked her at the concert.  As those two writhed in ecstasy, she was thrusting the toy into herself at alternating angles to keep her orgasmic lust strong and to feel everything the toy could do.  She would hold one end up high so the smooth side would rub over her clit and the ribs would firmly grind against the base of her pussy.  Then the next time she pushed it in, the end she was holding would be much farther down so the head and length of the fake cock would be sure to hit and slide over her g-spot.  Finally, just to be sure she got every possible sensation, she twisted it back and forth as she pushed and pulled it, reveling in every new and mind-blowing sensation it gave.

Scott pulled his head back off of Fran’s tits as he felt very close to cumming, having felt her cum once already and her juices were flowing down over his balls and cock.  “Fran, I’m gonna cum, just a little more, ooh fuck yeah.”  In response to this, Fran leaned back so she was almost vertical on him so his cock would slide as deeply as possible within her, her hands coming up to cup and fondle her breasts as she moaned, “Give it to me, I need it all!”  She hilted with him and both of them moaned in unison as first Scott came, the tip of his cock firmly wedged in her cervix and shooting wave after wave of his cum deep into her womb.  The feeling of his cum filling her was enough to spark off a smaller orgasm for Fran to add to the sheer flow of juices going through her.

Instead of staying in place to bask in the afterglow of their shared cum, Fran stood up off of him and motioned over to Charlene who was well on her way to yet another orgasm from the toy.  He went over to Charlene and pulled her hand with the toy out of her pussy and knelt down in front of her, grabbed onto each leg, and put them over his shoulders so her hips were tilted up.  As he slid into her the reasoning behind this position instantly became clear to Charlene as it let the head of his cock hit her g-spot every time he would thrust into her.  Also it let her make out an outline of his cock that she could follow to see just how deeply he would slide into her.

Just as Scott was moving his hands to grab onto her breasts, his cell phone came into view again as Fran passed it to him with a blush as smile, more pictures still needed to be taken.  Changing the position of his hands, yet still managing to keep the same rapid pace he was tirelessly thrusting at, Scott started taking pictures of his cock sliding in and out of her smooth pussy.  While one hand was filled with the phone, the other had her clit trapped between his thumb and forefinger that he was rocking back and forth or lightly bobbing in place.  He kept an eye on Charlene’s face since he wanted to get a shot of her ‘O’ face.  This didn’t take long since she already had been close to cumming when he had taken the toy out of her to be replaced by the real thing.

Her cries of encouragement filled his ears, “Oh god yes, fuck me Scott, you feel so good deep inside me, ooohh~ I’m gonna cum!”  She tightened her leg grip around his neck and opened her mouth wide to let out a scream of pure ecstasy as she came the hardest time yet this evening, her pussy enveloping his cock in a tight embrace.  As her orgasm subsided and finally came to an end, her groans also died down in volume until there was an audible ‘clunk’ sound of her solid head frill connected with the floor as she passed out.  The mixture of the alcohol and cumming so many times had sapped her energy to the point of sheer sexual exhaustion.

Luckily Scott had managed to get a picture of her face as she came and pulled out of her, about halfway to his own climax but didn’t think it would be very gentlemanly to continue having sex with a woman who is unconscious.  As he stood up, Fran chuckled softly at Charlene and muttered, “Featherweight.”  Going over to Scott she grabbed onto his cock and kissed him deeply while continuing to stroke his length, guiding him by her strokes to one of the chairs so he could fuck her the rest of way to his orgasm there.

The moment she had settled into the mammoth-skin chair she spread her legs for Scott, noticing for the first time how smooth it was and that she needed to lay naked on it more in the future to see how it felt on the rest of her body.  He gripped the head of the chair, lined up with her pussy, and slid smoothly into her, their lips meeting again in a passionate kiss.  But before they could get into too strong of a rhythm, the phone started to ring.  Fran’s first intention was to simply ignore it but Scott broke the kiss and said softly in her ear, “Answer it.”  He slowed down the speed of his thrusts but that was just to cut back on the sound of their hips connecting.

Fran blushed hotly but reached over to the stand it was on to pick up the phone and answer it, hoping she could hold out on moaning, “H-hello?”  She had to cover the receiver as Scott licked and nibbled her neck, his hands fondling her breasts as he kept up his steady thrusts, all this forcing a moan from her lips.  On the other end of the phone the familiar voice of Earl, Fran’s husband, replied, “Hi honey, I was wondering if you could come pick me up.”  Fran flicked her tail up to push the tip into Scott’s ass and rub at his prostate, causing him to move his mouth away from her neck so he would have to bite back a moan of his own, “Mm, what’s wrong with the car?”  “Well something happened to the car and it’s out of commission right now.  The other guys are getting rides and Robby is having Spike pick him up.”

Fran felt her orgasm was getting dangerously close and wanted to end the conversation now before she came since she didn’t think she could keep quiet through it, “Ok, I’ll be there in a bit, have to get ready.”  She hung up just as Earl started to say ‘bye’ and wrapped her arms around Scott’s neck and legs around his hips, throwing her head back to let out a long, loud moan she had been holding in as she came, feeling Scott cum shortly after her.  She pulled him down into another kiss, keeping his body firmly pressed against hers as she groaned into the kiss.  Eventually Scott pulled his head back long enough to ask, “So who was it?”  She nibbled at his neck softly, “Earl, something’s wrong with the car so I have to get him.  And before you think of going, carry Charlene up to her room and meet me in the shower, we both could use one.”

Scott left a quick kiss on Fran’s lips before moving to pick up and carry Charlene into her room, Fran putting away the massage table and taking their clothes upstairs.  In no time they were both under the hot stream of the shower and moving into their final positions for the evening together.

Fran’s upper body was bent over in an arch, her arms and head resting against the wall with her tail held high to fully expose her pussy to Scott.  His hands gripped her hips and in one smooth motion he slid into her, the sound of their hips connecting much more audible thanks to the water.  Despite their being on a time limit he went at a casual pace so it would last, wanting to hold off their orgasms for as long as they could since as soon as each of them came it would mean they had to actually start washing up.  Still, that didn’t stop them from shifting through several favored shower positions of theirs.

What started off with her being in an arch changed to where her body was tilted to the side, one leg lifted up which Scott hooked his arm under to aid in support while the other was fondling her breasts.  Neither of them had to worry about stability since one of her arms was around his neck and the other against the wall.  This way Scott could see the front of Fran’s body and if he leaned forward far enough he could kiss her or suck on her breasts.  Tempting as it was, he fought the urge to do so and stayed in his current position so he could enjoy the view of her body rocking back and forth from each of his thrusts.

With the walls of the shower now slick from the water, on his next forward thrust he pushed harder but towards the direction her back was facing, needing just a little maneuvering to get her back pressed up against the wall and him in-between her legs.  Their orgasms were close, each of their thrusts weakening their resolve to go at this slowly since as good as it felt to have a longer sex session, there just wasn’t anything quite like riding one another as hard and as fast as they could.  Fran wrapped her arms and legs around Scott, his hands coming down to grab onto her ass to keep her supported as she moaned, “Fuck me Scott, don’t hold back.”  He kissed her deeply, their muffled moans joining in to mix with the sound of their hips slapping together, his balls hitting the base of her pussy with every hilt.  Fran was the first one to cum, her legs tightening their grip around his hips and leaving a small amount of space with which he could only give quick, short thrusts into her.  The tip of his cock hammered against her cervix, some of his cum leaking out only to be quickly pushed back into her as he rammed into her again.  With one final hilt he came, the sheer amount of cum that pumped into her being much larger than it normally would have due to his holding it back which caused it to build.

They stayed in that tight embrace, simply enjoying the feeling of one another’s bodies pressed so intimately close as their tongues tangled in each of their mouths.  But all too soon it came to an end as he pulled out of her so they could wash up but they continued to give one another a kiss or grope all the way through the rest of the shower and as they dried off.  While they got dressed and Fran got ready to head out, Scott remembered the photos that were taken and sent them to Charlene.  Fishing a piece of paper out of his pocket, he found a pen and wrote a note that he would leave beside Charlene’s bed that said, “Good luck with the hangover, drink lots of water.  Don’t mention I was here and I think you got a call while you were out.”

After he dropped off the note, he and Fran embraced one last time, “Are you sober enough to drive?”  Both of them clasped hands as they started walking down the stairs, “Yes, sex and a good shower helped clear things up quite nicely.  I’ll see you sometime soon Scott.”  She leaned up to kiss him goodbye as he let go of her hand, “Mhmm, we will set up something, anything, but we will meet as soon as we can.”

The two of them went their separate ways and when Fran got to the campground, she was surprised to see that it looked like their car had been crushed by a much larger creature that had passed through here recently.  Thankfully their insurance covered something like this so all they needed to do was get the remains of their other car towed back home.  When Earl came into the car and they drove off back home, Fran still wanted to have sex and stated quite clearly, “Earl, as soon as we get home toss off your shirt and pants because you and I are going to have sex.”  To her immense surprise he didn’t respond with interest but rather passively, “I might have a headache hun, sorry but not tonight.”

During their manly-bonding time, Earl and the guys had been trapped within a cave while a giant beast waited outside for them.  While the guys were all inside they had started talking about their wives, what they might be doing now, and what it might be like to do just that.  Through this each of the guys had managed to get in touch with their more feminine side and wanted nothing more than to sit down and do something soothing.  Eventually the beast had gotten tired of waiting and left to hunt other prey, leaving the men free to come out with their new view of life.

When they got home it was still obvious that some sort of activity had happened and when Earl looked to Fran for a reason why, she simply said, “I had a party with some girl friends and we got a little too into it.”  Satisfied with this answer, he went over to crash onto the couch for a few hours to reflect on all that had happened at the cave, the thoughts things he had taken for granted and never tried but always wanted to, and what things might be like for Fran as a woman.


The next morning Charlene woke up with one heck of a headache, a queasy feeling, and a hazy recollection of what had happened yesterday but couldn’t remember specifics.  She read the note and picked up her cell phone but simply pocketed it, whoever had called she could call back after getting something to settle her stomach and hopefully get rid of her headache.  She walked downstairs and headed into the kitchen where everybody already was sitting around the breakfast table enjoying eggs and toast.  She dropped into a seat and pulled over some eggs to fill her plate with them, Fran saying in a cheerful tone, “Good morning Charlene.”  Fran turned to Earl and Robbie, her voice taking on a sympathetic tone, “Charlene had a rough night during the end of the party, we’ll have to set some rules for the future to avoid things like this again.”

Charlene mumbled a reply as she started eating her eggs and flipped open her phone to see who had called only to see the pictures that had been taken last night.  Suddenly everything came back to her in vivid detail and she dropped her fork onto her plate while blushing furiously.  Fran covered her smile, Earl was totally oblivious, and Robby, Charlene’s brother, looked on in confusion about what could have caused that reaction but didn’t probe.  Breakfast was finished in relative silence and Charlene got up as soon as she was done, excusing herself so she could head over to one of her friends houses.  What she needed right now was to talk this out with someone as the thoughts buzzed in her head about what this might mean and what her mother thought about it all.

Later that day, Robbie had remained at the table to read over the sports page and just as he was setting it down he saw that Charlene had left her phone behind.  Curious what she could have seen that made her react the way she had at breakfast, he opened the phone to see the pictures inside.

At that same time, Scott was talking to Monica about last night to ask for her help in this since things were getting rather complex very quickly.


4--
Robbie stomped into his room with a frustrated growl, throwing his one-shoulder bag on to the narrow bed; it bounced and fell still, the loose flap dropping open. The green dinosaur sat heavily on the edge of the bed, the frame creaking obscenely, and ran his paw over the Mohawk-like spikes that lined the crest of his skull. It had been a rough day to say the least and every part of his body, even that prominent crest, ached with a deep-set tiredness that could not be warded off by any amount of caffeine. Dragging his bag closer – rumpling the bed sheets in the process – Robbie dug through his bag, searching for his old phone, as a casual friend of his, Scott, had promised to get hold of a new flick for him and it would certainly brighten up his afternoon if he had something loud and explosive as a distraction.

His groping fingers closed around a thin, cool sliver that he thought was his phone but, when he pulled it from the bag, he found that it was a smaller, sleeker model in a classy silver shade – not his weary box phone at all.

“How the hell did I get hold of Charlene’s phone again?” He grumbled, turning it on anyway and tip-tapping his fingers impatiently as he waited for it to boot up. “And where the heck is mine, if hers is here? Damn it!”

He would not have snooped into his sister’s phone normally (well, there was that one time that he had read her text messages, which was a revelation in itself) but he knew that she had Scott’s number in there somewhere: Charlene had everyone’s number. His larger fingers were clumsy on the petite touch screen and he muttered ill-temperedly to himself, wishing that he could find the contact list, which seemed determined to slip away from his fingers. Instead of the contact list, an album of pictures popped on the screen, automatically running a slide show of the most recent images. He swore.

What appeared was not something that Robbie would have expected to find on Charlene’s phone and, had he known about these shots, he would not have touched her phone with a ten foot pole. In glaring high-definition, or it might as well have been, on the screen was his naked sister with her green frills flushed with colour. Nothing bad about that but in her open mouth was unmistakably an erect cock of some dark green scaled male – unidentifiable, of course. She had her mouth open wide to accommodate the thick, dark length and there was a shiny trail of pearly liquid streaked across her muzzle that suggested that it was not the first time that she had taken that male’s dick in her mouth during the ‘photo shoot’.

“What the... Hell.” Robbie gulped, pressing all the touch-screen buttons on the tiny phone in a desperate attempt to go back to the main screen and away from the explicit picture. He shouldn’t be looking at this. But who the hell was she with? Did he know them?

Having the picture stubbornly remain upon the screen, however, was like looking at a car crash; he couldn’t tear himself away. Curiosity was a bitch. Swallowing hard and glancing about suspiciously as if he suspected that someone might be watching him, Robbie carefully flicked the tip of his finger across the screen, ‘scrolling’ to the next photograph, which was even better, if such a thing in such a situation could be deemed positive. It depicted Charlene on all fours with the grey-black cock buried in her pussy, a close-up shot so that neither participant could be identified if he had not known beforehand that it was his sister. A trickle of cum seeped from her pussy as the male seemed to pull back, mid-photograph to thrust deeply into Charlene’s needy pussy. Robbie shook himself: he was putting his own thoughts into these pictures.

He could not help it – he wanted to be the one there taking these photos of the two of them. Even more than that, he wanted to be there, on all fours and sucking that cock, just to see how it tasted... He had no experience to draw on and he blushed heavily as he accepted the thoughts with surprising ease because it was not the first time that he had drifted into unfamiliar waters. Robbie’s dreams had forever drifted between between straight and outright gay liaisons and he itched to feel the tongue of another male stroking the firm length of his member (an act that he was more than curious to return). He had always thought that he was straight but...sometimes events and emotions told a different story, one that had not gone down well with another dinosaur, his now ex-girlfriend.

Dragging his thoughts away from that particular territory, Robbie paused on the next photo, a shot of Charlene pushing her delicious, paler green breasts together while the male dino ejaculated over them, cum splattering the upper curve in a lewd design. Truth be told, the majority of his attention was on Charlene and the ‘action’ of the picture, so it took him a few seconds to notice something more unusual about this specific shot. Why was there a pair of bare legs, belonging to a third dino, in some of those pictures? They had not been alone? Were they male or female? Holding his breath, Robbie gave a little sigh of disappointment as it seemed that he had come to the end of the raunchy pictures; he had held a faint hope for a threesome picture, considering everything that was going on.

The front door slammed, rattling the window frame, and he jumped, fumbling with the phone guiltily. That could only be Charlene. Hoping against hope that she would not enter his room without invitation, he shakily sent a copy of the images to his own phone, wherever it was. He would look at them later, at his leisure, and perhaps do a little more than look once he had the house to himself.

“Hey...” Robbie’s voice broke and he coughed, preparing to try again. “Hey, Charlene? I’ve got your phone here. Picked it up by accident earlier. You wanna come...and get it?” He cringed at how false and anxious his own voice sounded, as if it came from an actor in a low budget film.

What’s gotten into him? Charlene though as she ascended the stairs, running a paw over her stubby, upright frill. It didn’t matter to her, however – she had plenty more to think about as Robbie knew all too well now.

*

The street was dark, only lit by the dim row of street lamps spaced at intervals along both sides of the road. Robbie walked with his head down and the hood of his navy coat pulled up as far over his crest as it would go, weariness showing in his tired plod; as he walked, he barely lifted his feet high enough to clear the ground. He never usually stayed out so late – it was not his ‘thing’, as friends would say. But they had asked him to go out and he had thought that it would help him forget about being lonely for a while, as most recently single people were apt to think. Truly, he had nothing to really complain about as he had been the one to dump his scaly girlfriend in the first place, but he had never had a choice in the matter. Quite simply, she had started to suspect that he was bi-sexual. How could he have stayed with her when suspicions like that were rearing their ugly heads? What would she have said to others if she had been able to confirm it? Maybe he had been hasty in his decision, though he thought grimly that hindsight was a really wonderful thing: it left you with everything that one should have done or could have done, but never the space in which to alter the course of events. He missed her. Maybe things would not have gone badly if he had been honest with her? At least his friends had sympathetically plied him with drink, laughter and distraction in the form of several games of pool. Their exploits were certainly enough to tease his mind into blissful forgetfulness for a time.

Fuck, he thought suddenly, stopping dead in his tracks beneath a flickering street lamp. Mom will be wondering where I am... And I still haven’t found my damn phone. Where can I...

His thoughts trailed off as he paused outside another bar, a loud hum of voices buzzing within as if from a hive. It was a bar that he had passed by many times before and ducked his head to avoid any ‘saurs entering or exiting; he was not sure what exactly made him so anxious to walk by this place as quickly as possible, but it was, for want of a better word, a gay bar – veggie, as they would call it. He hadn’t exactly seen anyone threatening around the place, but his scalp prickled every time he trotted past, eyes shifting from one patron to the next. Not that he had anything against gay dinos, but it made him nervous to be around others with inclinations that he had tried so hard to suppress, or so he told himself. Robbie looked back and forth between the shadowed street and the bright lights of the pub, figures bobbing on the other side of the smeared windows. Nothing untoward appeared to be going on in there and yet he could not shake the discomfort cursing his mind.

There would be a phone in there, he reasoned with himself, ducking his head and shuffling closer to the door. He only needed to make a quick call to his mother to stop her from sitting up worrying about him for longer, pacing to and fro, clanking pots and pans in the kitchen (a nervous inclination). Sighing heavily, he thrust his hood back from his head, swearing under his breath when it caught on his crest, embarrassingly unable to release it for a few seconds while a passing Spinosaurus stared at him oddly, his ‘sail’ scarlet and confrontational. Blushing faintly under his scales, Robbie coughed into his clenched paw and jogged into the comparative warmth and bustle of the bar, a cloud of smoke blowing sickeningly into his muzzle.

The bar was comfortably full, but not heaving, and Robbie exhaled slowly as he made his way through the centre, slipping past many kinds of dinosaurs – some of which he had never encountered before – and murmured his apologies when he accidentally jostled one or two. Doing his best to be completely invisible, the dinosaur edged over to the back, where he hoped there would be a phone – they were usually near the toilets and if this one stuck by tradition... He made a face: there was a large Triceratops using the phone, leaning against the wall and exhaling a lazy cloud of smoke towards the ceiling. More than a little overweight and straining against the constraints of his black jeans and half-opened shirt (Robbie almost laughed at the gaudy, gold chains around his wrists and neck), the tri’ did not look as if he was likely to hang up the phone any time soon. Robbie certainly was not going to ask him to hurry up! He liked his head exactly where it was – attached to his neck – thank you very much.

Seeing no other option, Robbie shrugged and went to the bar, choosing a stool where he could sit and watch the phone, hoping to jump in and nab his chance at making the required call whenever the tri’ decided that he was all good and done. Absentmindedly, he asked for his usual bitter pint of beer when the bartender, a lazy-eyed stegosaurus, gruffly asked what he wanted, acting as if it was a sacrifice for him to serve Robbie: perhaps he recognised him as a non-regular. He spun around on the bar stool so that he faced the room, gulping a couple of steadying mouthfuls, alcohol making him braver even if he had not consumed enough to be affected.

This isn’t so bad, he thought shyly, cradling his pint between two paws. Nobody’s bothering me, nothing’s going on... He stiffened as he noticed a couple kissing each other lightly on the lips, a chaste kiss. Well, nothing that wouldn’t happen in a normal pub or club, just between different furs and scalies.

“What brings you to a place like this?”

The voice startled him and Robbie looked slowly to his right as if he was afraid of who would be sitting there – someone who recognised him? To his relief, he did not know the lean but scruffy Tyrannosaurus (the species was unmistakable) that stood there, leaning back against the bar on his elbows. Swallowing, Robbie tried to play it cool and slid his gaze away from the rex’ bright, blue eyes.

“Just need to use the phone and thought I’d sit down for a few,” Robbie shrugged nonchalantly; the Triceratops was still talking away on the phone, gripping the dirty, grey handset tightly in his large paw.

“So that’s how it is then,” the rex chuckled and pointed at his own chest, a dirty, grey hide covered with a worn shirt. “Name’s Amos.”

“Robbie,” he said in turn, uncomfortably edging away from the rex. There was a gleam in Amos’ eyes that made the dinosaur anxious, as if the rex had an ulterior motive. Was he being hit on? Robbie didn’t think he’d be approached by such a scruffy character, if at all!

“Who did you need to phone then?” Amos pried, grinning lazily at Robbie’s discomfort.

“My mother,” Robbie muttered, striving to appear offhand about the fact. “Otherwise none of your business.”

“Ah, but if it wasn’t my business, you wouldn’t’ve told me then, would you?” He laughed, taking Robbie’s pint as if it was his own. “Not a bad choice,” he nodded his blunt muzzle towards the glass.

Bristling, Robbie said nothing, but quite clear turned his muzzle away from the rex, angry that he had just taken his drink like that as if they were friends. He would not have minded any of his friends pinching a bit of his pint, but he hardly knew this ‘saur. Surely there were others in the bar that he could talk to without bothering him... Biting the inside of his cheek Robbie drummed his fingers in an unheard beat across his thigh, keeping a careful eye upon the phone: the very moment that he could, he would make a run for it.

“He’ll be off in a bit,” Amos jerked his thumb at the tri’, who was showing signs of wrapping up his conversation. Robbie dragged his attention back to the rex, hiding his scowl behind a decidedly blank and noncommittal expression. “It was nice chatting to you and I hope to run into you again. If you’re heading out straight afterwards, you’d better take a leak first. I’m going over there now before that dick Jared pukes over it again. Filthy bastard.”

“Oh, well, sure...” Robbie said, a little flustered as he stood up and scraped the stool back so that it knocked into the wooden bar. “I guess that’s a good idea, thanks for the heads up.”

Stumbling forwards, Robbie followed Amos through the bar, the crowd parting for them like water. He caught some saurs casting him pitying looks and he blushed fervently, almost able to feel the warmth radiating from his muzzle, although he was grateful that his scales hid the worst of the colour in his cheeks. The tri’ finally hung up the phone and smirked lewdly at Robbie; perhaps he had been very right in not asking him to use the phone earlier as he seemed to be an unpleasant sort.

They stepped into the bathroom and Robbie made as if to go to one of the urinals, which were not as clean as he would have liked them to be, if he was entirely honest. Amos looked Robbie over carefully and put out his paw to prevent him from going any further.

“Get down on your knees,” he snarled suddenly, his whole demeanour darkening. He shoved his paws deep into his pockets and stared Robbie down, tapping one hind paw impatiently.

“What?” Robbie blinked. “Why would I do that? It’s filthy in here. I’m just going to the loo.”

“Oh, no you’re not, kid,” the rex smirked, grabbing Robbie’s arm and shoving him against the wall. Robbie yelped as his head flew back and struck the wall, not braced at all and blinking stupidly.

“What the hell do you want?” Robbie whispered, dazed and turning his head slowly from side to side. “There’s money in my wallet, just take it and let me go...please.”

“Just a blowjob,” Amos said casually, already in the process of unzipping his fly. “Then you can go. Don’t care for money. Besides,” he pushed down on Robbie’s head, careful of the spiny crest. “You look like you need a lesson, or two.”

“Fuck off!” Robbie spat on the floor, pushing at the rex’ jean-clad legs and fighting to get up, but the knock on his head and Amos blocking him with his body sent him quickly back against the wall, head spinning sickeningly. Snarling, Robbie snapped his jaws together. “I’m not going to bloody suck you off so get out of here while you still have your dick attached!”

“Oh, look who’s making threats here now,” Amos taunted cruelly, grasping Robbie’s crest with one paw. “Tell you what. I’ll make a deal with you. If you suck me off, I won’t break your bones. Now how does that sound, lad? I’m trying to be reasonable here.” He spread his paws in a ‘what can I do’ gesture. “I don’t want to have to hurt you.”

“Go to hell!”

“Why? You’re already in it,” Amos smirked. “I see you leave me with no other choice.”

Rolling up the sleeves of his long-sleeved, denim shirt (a few holes in the collar), he slammed his fist into Robbie’s stomach, knocking him back into the wall. Robbie gasped as all the breath vanished from his lungs but was given no time to recover before the rex launched a kick at him, catching him on his thigh, though thankfully on the muscle and not the bone, which might have fractured had the rex’ aim been true. He didn’t care to hold back and finished the first part of his ‘lesson’ by driving his knee hard into Robbie’s crotch as the dinosaur struggled to his feet, sending him crumpling back to the filthy, stained tiles and curling up with an agonised groan.

“Now that I’ve given you a taste of what will happen if you do not do as I say,” he continued calmly, straightening his shirt as if this was something that he did every day. “Suck my dick.”

What choice do I have? Robbie growled to himself, humiliated and beaten into a tight, little ball of submission. I can’t get out of here... Why hasn’t anyone heard anything? Why won’t someone come to help me?

Maybe this is a regular occurrence.

The rex’ zip was open and there was a prominent bulge in the front of his boxer shorts, though Robbie could not have honestly said that it was anything to be proud of or intimidated by. He pressed back against the bathroom wall and turned his cheek to the cool but rough surface, tiny disturbances in the grain scratching his hide. This was not at all like he thought it would be...

“Are you going to be good now and do what I so kindly ask of you?” The rex said with an air of great patience, as if he was really doing Robbie a favour.

“Yes,” Robbie whispered, hanging his head in shame. “I’ll do it. Just don’t hurt me and let me go.”

Smirking cruelly, Amos grabbed Robbie’s crest, using it as a handle of sorts to keep him in place; the dinosaur closed his eyes and feebly attempted to pull away, though his attempts were half-hearted at best, thought after thought flickering through his mind. If he left the bar with cuts and bruises, too many questions would be asked, by furs in the bar, his parents, his sister, his friends – everyone. How could he tell them the truth about being beaten up in a dirty bathroom, if he refused what the rex wanted from him? Of course, his mother would make him go to the police, if she managed to scrape the truth from him, and he wouldn’t want to relive such an embarrassing and painful incident. A non-consensual blowjob, on the other paw, was the type of thing that went by unnoticed by most, a dark undercurrent to what would have seemed to be a pleasant bar otherwise. But no one would help him afterwards and, now more than ever before, Robbie knew that he was utterly alone.

It was a choice between two evils and he had made his decision.

“Come on then,” Amos laughed, slapping Robbie’s cheek lightly with the flat of his paw. “What are you waiting for? It ain’t gonna leap out of my shorts at you. Get on with it, kid”

Swallowing hard, Robbie opened his eyes again, grimacing at the more pronounced bulge in front of his muzzle. What sort of sick bastard became aroused through forcing someone into this position? He tried not to think about what he was doing as he reached up and, in one short motion, yanked Amos’ boxers down, just low enough to free his cock from its confines, although he wished that it would stay in there. The rex’ dick was not as large as others that he had seen in porn and the old school showers, but it was still large enough at around six inches – Robbie was not about to whip out a measuring tape to give the precise size – to make him shrink back in apprehension. He was suddenly desperately glad that the brute did not want more than a blowjob.

“Go on, boy, don’t just stare at it,” Amos growled, digging his stubby claws into Robbie’s crest. “Lick it first. Get my dick good and wet with your spit.”

Wrinkling up his muzzle, Robbie thought about making a dash for the door, but, as if sensing his half-formed plan, the rex raised his paw threateningly, curling his fingers into a fist. Fearing a blow, Robbie leaned in closer and stuck just the very tip of his tongue out of his muzzle, licking around the red head of the Tyrannosaurus’s junk tentatively. To the dino, it did not taste excessively bad, he had to admit, but it was evident that the rex had not cleaned himself very thoroughly for a few days and his crotch stank heavily of sweat. Amos scoffed at his half-hearted lick.

“Is that the best you can do?” He snorted, cuffing Robbie on the back of the head, hard enough to push him forward so that his muzzle rubbed down the length of his cock. “Get on with it, or I’ll go back on our little deal.”

Groaning from the blow, Robbie drew himself back slowly, recoiling inwardly in disgust – he didn’t want that cock touching him muzzle, let alone be inside it! Even with this thought in his head, he bravely licked straight across the head of the rex’ dick and immediately wanted to retch at the combined taste of urine, sweat and something more salty... It was cum. It could not be anything else, Robbie spat mentally. He suspected that he would be getting a stronger taste of that particular substance in due course. Retreating into a corner of his mind where he could act without thinking, Robbie licked firmly along the length of Amos’ shaft, the taste improving somewhat as he became more used to it.

Although the cock was already half-hard under his tongue, Robbie was surprised to see that it became firmer as the rex’ arousal grew, the Tyrannosaurus humping lightly against Robbie’s tongue, much to his distaste. It was vile... He had never felt so degraded and used before, because that was the sole purpose of this rude tryst. Catching a drop of pre cum on his tongue, Robbie coughed loudly, chest heaving, until the Tyrannosaurus growled warningly, telling him in no uncertain terms that he had better “get on with it”, as he had said before. The dinosaur shook himself and continued to flick his tongue lightly over Amos’ cock, listening to his moans and whimpers and trying to repeat the actions that drew the most positive reaction from him: anything to have the experience over with as quickly as possible.

A small part of him, however, felt at home with the taste and the feel of the ‘saur’s dick... He resisted the urge to clench his teeth and only wished that the situation was different so that he may enjoy it for what it was.

“That’s it,” he muttered in what Robbie supposed was encouragement. “Now suck it. I’ve got somewhere to be, kid.”

Just a bathroom fling, Robbie said bitterly to himself. Fuck this... But it doesn’t taste that bad anymore. It’s...pretty good, actually.

Almost too obediently, Robbie lapped around the head of the Tyrannosaurus’s cock, keeping his paws upon his own thighs, and took just the tip into his muzzle, sucking experimentally. He felt as if he was watching the scene unfold from a distance and seeing the results as feedback on a simulation computer screen, completely detached. A vein of excitement cut a path through his flesh and he cringed, wishing that he was not enjoying the act, if not the company. Above his head, Amos groaned and let his tongue loll out of his muzzle, panting softly and then pushing hard on the back of Robbie’s head to force half of his dick into the saur’s muzzle all at once: Robbie fought not to choke and inhaled deeply through his nostrils.

His lips strained wide around the rex’ prick and his teeth accidentally grazed it before he controlled his actions again, anxiously sucking upon the hard shaft like his girlfriend had once done for him. Banishing her image from his mind, he performed the actions from memory, as if he had watched them upon a television screen a long time ago. Bobbing his muzzle automatically, he pressed his lips around the rex’ cock and carefully kept his sharp teeth out of the way, sucking and pushing forwards to take even more into his mouth. He gagged as the tip hit the back of his throat, but Amos was not having any of Robbie pulling back for comfort; he tightened his grip upon Robbie brutally and dragged him forwards until his nose pressed into the rank, yellow fur of his crotch.

Robbie floundered for breath until Amos let him up for air with a barely concealed, cruel chuckle, bucking his hips so that his dick thrust lightly between Robbie’s lips; something about the ease of his actions faintly told Robbie that this brute had taken more than one non-consensual blowjob in his lifetime. The dinosaur gasped for breath around the dick in his mouth and through his sharply flared nostrils, taking in short shallow breaths in his panic. His chest felt tight and the member all too large between his lips, demanding attention that a part of him wanted to give, just not to Amos.

“That all you can take?” Amos laughed, thrusting back into Robbie’s muzzle without waiting for an answer. “My, my... For a little cocksucker, your skill is lacking... Maybe you need a few more ‘lessons’ from me, kid... What do you think?”

I think you can go die in a hole.

Groaning like a creature in distress (or so Robbie likened his over the top sounds of ‘appreciation’ to), the rex thrust roughly into Robbie’s muzzle, the poor dinosaur’s chest heaving with suppressed coughs. He felt the bile rising in his throat and forced it down just in time, although the natural reaction from his gag reflex left a bitter, burning taste in the back of his throat as if he had swallowed something both hot and sour. Neck aching, he kept as still as possible, moving his head with the rex’ enthusiastic thrusts as the saur’s dirty hide bumped against Robbie’s nose, slick with saliva. Robbie’s cheeks flushed red with humiliation.

Suddenly, Amos latched on to his crest with both of his dirty paws, dragging Robbie’s muzzle painfully closer, Robbie’s lips pursed tightly and bleeding very lightly from the corners. The dinosaur had long given up on sucking and was just allowing his mouth to be fucked as the rex willed it, his eyes half closed and the sickening, salty taste of pre cum dripping on to his tongue, only to be pushed back automatically and swallowed. Bracing himself, Robbie dug his fingers into his worn, denim jeans – he had not moved them once through the whole ordeal, which he suspected was coming to an end at last. With the rex’ actions and harsh pants, he knew what came next.

Slamming his dick into Robbie’s muzzle, Amos gave a low roar, the noise reverberating around the small bathroom, though it would not be heard over the music and chatter from the bar, to Robbie’s joint relief and dismay. The torrent of cum spurting into his muzzle was foul-tasting and made him gag, wrenching his head back and coughing hard into his paws. Smirking, the rex allowed him respite, aiming his dick at Robbie’s muzzle instead and covering the hide with a layer of sticky seed that oozed down slowly, a most viscous unloading. Ducking his head, Robbie knelt there, truly and utterly defeated. Was it over yet?

“Not bad for a first time, kid,” Amos said snidely, stuffing his softening cock back into his pants, uncaring of the slick cum staining the head and Robbie’s saliva coating the length. “Always nice to have the fresh ones in here... I’m sure you will be back for more, after tasting this.”

Refusing to answer, Robbie turned away. If he had his way, he would never go into a veggie bar ever, ever again. He hoped never to see the rex again, though it was ambiguous as to who would fare better if that encounter was to take place.

“Ah well,” the rex shrugged, straightening his clothes with a lop-sided grin. “At least I had you first. You start learning kid. You’ll be a good cocksucker yet.” And, with that, he left, forgetting the victim that he left dripping cum on to the tiles.

As soon as the rex disappeared out the door, tail swaying from side to side happily with every step, Robbie slowly clambered to his feet. His legs felt as if they were made from lead and insisted on dragging him back down to the icy tiles once, then twice, before he succeeded in standing up again, leaning upon the wall for much needed support. Stomach reeling, he heaved himself over to the nearest tissue dispenser, kicking one of the stall doors accidentally and wincing at the resounding bang. He had nothing but the thin, easy to tear toilet paper to wipe the mess of cum off his muzzle and he cursed under his breath when he realised that a splash had left a sticky trail across the front of his shirt. No matter: he could hide that beneath his jacket, no problem. No problem at all.

Though his muzzle was as clean as he was possibly going to get it with only toilet paper at his disposal, he realised that there was something else wrong. The scent of the rex’ cum was thick and heavy in the air, clinging to his snout and his clothes – an odour that he could not disguise. In horror, Robbie thought of the looks he would get if he exited the bathroom with that smell all over him – everyone would know what he had done or even exactly what had happened! He stumbled to the sink and ran the cold water over the tissue with shaking paws until it began to disintegrate into little shreds, dragging the soaked material over his snout in a frantic attempt to clean himself and get rid of what would expose him.

What the hell am I going to do? He thought in a panic, wiping his muzzle again and again as if it was going to make a difference to his scent. I can’t go home like this... Fuck... But I’ve got to get out of here.

Outside of the bar toilets, a green Parasaurus, Scott, sat at a round table near the bar, finishing off the dregs of a drink; he had met his friends at the bar and was set up for a couple of hours at least, if all went well. He enjoyed the friendly, tight-knit atmosphere of this particular establishment, though even he had to admit that there were individuals that clustered together into raucous groups that were best avoided.

Narrowing his eyes, the watching dinosaur noticed one such character that he sought to avoid emerging from the bathroom, a thuggish Tyrannosaurus that had caused problems for him in the past. Nothing that he could not handle, of course, but it had led to several unpleasant encounters before the Parasaurus had managed to best him in such a way that the coward and fled with his tail between his legs. The rex had a particularly pleased look about him today and he did not care to notice Scott as he plonked himself down at a nearby table with a group of leering, slouching saurs; Scott wished that he could wipe that smug grin right off his muzzle. What had he done this time to be so darkly cheerful? He hardly wanted to know but, at the volume at which they were conversing, he had little choice in the matter.

“Had a little fresh meat tonight, did you, Amos?” A dark coloured triceraptops jeered, gulping down his frothing pint.

“Just another one for the list,” Amos laughed, leaning his chair back on two legs. “Nothing special, y’know how it is.”

“No, we don’t know ‘how it is’,” the tri’ smirked, knocking his fist against the wooden table. “So why don’t you tell us? What was it this time? Muzzle or behind?” He glanced over his shoulder to make sure that there was nobody listening, a nervous gesture.

“Muzzle,” Amos nodded his confirmation, a nasty smile curving the corner of his lips up. “First time for him. Sure that he won’t forget it in a hurry!”

“And be back for more too?” Another member of the group quipped, making them burst into rasping laughter, slapping their paws upon the table.

Pity stirred in Scott’s stomach. How could he not feel sorry for the poor dino that Amos had tricked and, from the sound of it, raped without care for his feelings? Shaking his head, he pushed his glass away, losing his thirst for the beverage when others might have ordered another. The bar had lost its appeal and he glanced towards the exit, thinking that he might make an early getaway and seat himself in a more appealing, warmer joint for his relaxed evening.

The bathroom door banged loudly and Scott snapped his head around in surprise to see none other than his casual friend slinking out, eyes downcast. Robbie clung to the wall anxiously and crept around the edge of the room, looking up every now and again to make sure that he was still heading towards the door, a dark brown rectangle of worn wood that was prone to draughts. He kept licking his lips and avoided the eyes of the nearest bar goers, though he noticeably shrunk back when Amos happened to glance over him, Robbie’s gaze darkening as the rex made an obscene gesture. Quickening his pace, Robbie dashed out the door, pushing past several dinos entering the bar and disappearing into the darkness outside.

Bastard! Scott swore inwardly in sudden realisation. Amos’ smugness, Robbie’s fear... It could only add up to one thing – the poor sod. He had been no more than a passing victim to Amos and another name, if the rex even remembered it, on Amos’ infamous ‘list’. His paws involuntarily tightened into fists and he glared at Amos, imagining throwing him across the room by the length of his tail. He rose from his seat and was halfway to their table before common sense caught up with him and altered his course so that he strode purposefully towards the door instead. One saur against seven or eight? Lousy odds, ridiculous odds. He would deal with them at another time. Right now, he had to help Robbie.

Darting through the bar, Scott was not as careful to avoid other patrons and brushed off the snorts and complaints that followed in his wake, cursing his shoves. But if he did not hurry, Robbie might be gone and then what could he do? Bursting out into the cold, he panted lightly, his breath frosting in the air in front of his snout and the cold making him shiver; the bar had been comfortable at least. Robbie was not too far ahead of him and he had the dark coloured hood of his sweatshirt pulled up uncomfortably over his head, shoulders hunched and head lowered as if he was trying to hide. Clearing his throat, Scott trotted forward, though he kept a short distance from Robbie: he didn’t want to frighten or startle him.

“Robbie, wait up,” he called softly, his voice carrying through the still night air.

Spinning around, Robbie’s eyes widened perceptibly and he gulped, running his tongue around the inside of his mouth again, tasting the remnants of cum around his gums. His eyes flicked warily between Scott and the bar door, shuffling nervously back as comprehension dawned.

“Scott? What the hell are you doing here? You’re a vegan?” He blurted, biting his tongue immediately afterwards, though Scott only chuckled lightly and shook his head.

“Nah, I’m an omnivore,” he winked, his light manner helping Robbie to relax. “But I prefer meat.”

There was an awkward silence and Robbie scuffed his shoe across the ground, noting the dark grain of dirt staining the laces of the trainer, something that his mother would have told him off for if she had been there to see. Scott coughed lightly into his paw and gestured down the street.

“Do you want to go get something to eat? It’s kind of late,” Scott pointed out. “But I’m starving. I’m sure you didn’t find anything worth eating in there – the food’s horrible.” He jerked his thumb at the bar, shrugging despondently.

“No, no, it’s okay... I have to get home,” Robbie muttered, staring at the hypnotically blinking street light, which was still going strong. “I only went in to phone my mom... I’m walking home,” he added, careful to place emphasis on his initial reason for entering the bar.

“Home? You’re not exactly very clean,” Scott remarked dryly, pointing at a dark stain on Robbie’s knees, which the ‘saur had not noticed before. “Let me take you back to my house to clean up before you go home. Looks like you’ve had a rough night and at least going home tidied up won’t draw questions. I can imagine what Fran would say.”

Without waiting for an answer, Scott turned and strode away down the street, barely making a sound as he walked; Robbie briefly thought that there was something strangely graceful about the way that he walked. When he realised that Scott was some distance from him, he scrambled to follow, not wanting to be left behind.

“I fell in the rubbish outside...” Robbie muttered, trotting rapidly after Scott. “Before I went in.”

“My car’s down here,” Scott said, acting as if he had not heard Robbie. “Come on, hurry up and you can still call Fran.”

Robbie grumbled to himself, some of his old spirit returning despite the situation. In the shadows, he could not tell what car Scott had – except that it was some shade of silver – but he collapsed into the passenger seat anyway, thankful to be sitting down at last. With a deal more finesse, Scott slipped into the other seat and started the car, the engine rumbling smoothly into life without a cough. Wondering where Scott’s house was, Robbie hunkered down in the seat and looked down his front, paws thrust deeply into his sweatshirt pockets; glancing at the dinosaur out of the corner of his eye, Scott shook his head gently and bit the inside of his lip. Just what could he say in a situation like this? They drove in silence for a while before Scott cleared his throat noisily and nodded his head at the road ahead.

“Quiet night tonight,” he observed, cringing at how his own voice sounded. Well, what was he supposed to say to Robbie after what had happened?

“Mm, it is,” Robbie mumbled so that Scott had to strain to catch what he said.

Silence fell once more and Scott shifted uncomfortably, slowing down for a set of traffic lights that had conveniently changed to red as they approached. Grumbling under his breath, Scott tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, playing with the clutch pedal absent-mindedly.

“Where did you go out for the night then? Before you were walking home, I mean,” Scott tried again.

“The Kilkenny,” Robbie said at last, looking down at his paws.

Silence descended all too quickly – Robbie was stubbornly refusing to elaborate. Scott’s paws tightened on the steering wheel and he had the sudden urge to lean over and cuff Robbie on the side of the head to knock some words out of him. Sure, he had been through a hard experience, but they knew each other, right? Surely they could talk? And Scott was there to help, of course... He owed it to Robbie to help.

Oh... To hell with it.

“Look, Robbie,” he finally said bluntly, glancing at the quiet saur out of the corner of his eye. “I know what happened. I recognise the smell.”

“The smell of what?” Robbie asked warily, a slight tremor in his voice.

“The smell of cum, for lack of a kinder word.”

“W-what?” Robbie stammered, trying and failing to look shocked that he would even suggest such a thing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about – I’m not like that. What do you – ”

“Robbie,” Scott cut across him. “Don’t. Just don’t. It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone. But I am sorry.”

Robbie rubbed his paws together anxiously, his stomach leaping and rolling as if it contained a living being that was frantically trying to escape. Something about Scott’s tone, however, reassured him and he nodded faintly, leaning back and closing his eyes. The events of the night seemed to pile up before his closed eyes, towering above and swamping him with a tangled myriad of sights, scents, touches and tastes – it was as if he was looking through a kaleidoscope and seeing his short term memories flickering past one another in a rush. Tears welled up but he swallowed them hastily, willing himself not to appear weak and give in to emotion that he longed to let out. The experience would not have the best of him.

“So how did you know?” He questioned at last, his voice hoarse and grating.

“Know what?”

“You know...” Robbie flushed under his hood. “The smell...”

“I’m bi, Robbie,” he said, rolling his eyes. “And I’m not an idiot. Come on.”

Pulling over to the side of the road outside a small but tidy terraced house, Scott gestured to Robbie to get out and jumped out himself, pulling his coat closer around his body and huddling into its warmth. Tentatively, Robbie followed on his heels and looked around curiously as he entered Scott’s home; there was no garden but the white front door shone in the light from the brighter street lamps, a faux gold knocker and letterbox glinting. Nothing threatening – just a standard home. Inside was little different and quite minimalistic as the door opened straight into a short hallway with only a couple of hooks for coats, the dark carpet old but relatively clean.

“Bathroom’s up the stairs, first door on the right,” Scott pushed the static Robbie gently in the small of the back. “Go into the bedroom there and you’ll see the bathroom. Sorry, the guest bathroom’s kind of out of order. But that one’s nicer. I’ll give Fran a ring while you’re up there,” he paused; Robbie showed no sign of moving. “Well, go on then.”

Nodding mutely, Robbie trod slowly up the stairs, gripping the banister unnecessarily tight as if he was afraid of toppling backwards or losing his footing. Without looking back, he dashed straight through the bedroom (plain with some kind of wooden furniture) and into the bathroom. Self-consciously, Robbie fiddled with the lock for a minute before giving up and determining that that too was broken or ‘out of order’, but something about being in a quiet house made his pulse slow at last: it was safe. All too eager to strip out of his dirty, cum-stained clothes, he near ripped them from his body, revealing his glossy green scales bit by bit – the clothes ended up on top of a plastic hamper in the corner, forgotten as Robbie jumped into the shower cubicle.

He paused for the first time to take in his surroundings and noticed nothing special about the bathroom; it was clean and modelled with white pieces, the walls tiled with alternating blue and white tiles in a pattern that was appealing to the eye. By the sink, there was a toothbrush, toothpaste, facecloth, soap and a claw brush – nothing out of the ordinary, but Robbie suddenly felt a distinct longing to have a toothbrush right now to get the nasty taste out of his muzzle. The cascade of hot water was a blessing and Robbie moaned, tilting his head back to let the water run down the length of his muzzle and over his stinging crest. Letting the water wash away the dirt from his hide and soreness from his muscles, Robbie breathed calmly and half-smiled.

Downstairs, Scott sighed deeply and went through to the living room, walking past the mismatched furniture until he reached his favourite, sturdy, armchair. Sinking gratefully into it, he lifted the phone from its cradle and dialled Fran’s number, scratching the cream arm of the chair thoughtfully as it rang. Even though he had planned to stay out much later, he felt as if he had run a marathon in less than an hour.

His phone conversation was short but he warmed to hear her voice again, even if she did speak about Robbie as if he was a small child and not the adult that he was. He saw that time was getting on and simply told Fran that Robbie was staying in the guest bedroom for the night as he did not trust himself to drive safely when he was so tired. Fran could not argue with his logic and just begged him to bring Robbie home safely the next morning, her tone high and pleading. Rolling his eyes dramatically, Scott assured her that he would do so and ended the phone conversation; he was glad to have that more difficult topic over and done with.

Shrugging off the other side of Fran, Scott hauled himself up from the chair and padded lightly up the stairs, considering that he might collect Robbie’s clothes and throw them in the wash so that they would be clean for the next day. There was no way that the ‘saur would want to go home smelling of cum, after all.

“You okay in there?” Scott called through the bathroom door, rapping his knuckles smartly against it.

“Yes, yes!” Robbie squeaked in surprised. “I’m fine. Thanks for letting me use your shower.”

“No problem, but can I come in for a moment? I phoned Fran and told her you were staying in the guest room tonight, thought it would be easier. I want to put your clothes in the washing machine. No offense, mate, but they kind of stunk.”

“Yeah, sorry...” Robbie mumbled under the water. “You can come in.”

Shivering under the warm deluge, Robbie turned away as Scott entered, a little shy although his heart was racing. He had come to a decision in the shower about how the night was going to progress and it was not entirely detrimental to the plan for Scott to enter, perhaps catching a glimpse of him through the steamy glass. Ducking in, Scott kept his eyes adverted, to Robbie’s disappointment, and grabbed a double pawful of Robbie’s clothes, speedily heading out of the bathroom. A thump against the glass shower door made him stop and fight the urge to take a peek at Robbie; he had always suspected that the ‘saur had a good body hidden under those clothes. One look could not hurt...

“Feeling better now?” Scott asked kindly, pausing in the entrance to the bathroom, sneaking a look at Robbie out of the corner of his eye.

“Yeah...I’m feeling a lot better,” Robbie said brightly, his voice sounding false to his own ears. “I can’t reach my back though...”

Scott almost laughed: that sounded like something one of his lovers would have said to him, not Robbie. Wait...was that supposed to be a hint? As he looked more carefully, Robbie’s tail swiped a gash in the steamed up glass, giving him a decisive glimpse of his scaly, darker green rear. On the other side of the glass, facing the wall, Robbie blushed and ran his paws over his crest, washing between the strands with undue concentration.

“Well...” Scott said carefully, hefting the clothes in his arms. “I can’t help you with that. I’m sure you can reach yourself, Robbie.”

“Okay,” Robbie mumbled, disappointment ringing through his tone. “Sorry.”

Leaning forward, Robbie touched his snout to the wall and sighed lightly, already berating himself for even thinking that he could try his luck with Scott. He laid his paw flat against the cool, damp tiles and breathed slowly, calming himself although his tail still swung lightly, tapping the wall and betraying his barely concealed agitation. Scott wouldn’t hurt him, but it did not seem that he would have a chance to rectify the downward spiral of his night. He was hardly aware of Scott’s footsteps leaving the room but he jumped when the door creaked open again.

“Oh, Robbie?” Scott called back, poking his muzzle around the door with a flashing grin. “Remember to brush your teeth. I’ll wait for you in the bedroom to...make sure everything’s okay.”

Encouraged but unsure, Robbie hurriedly washed and dried himself from head to toe, slipping as he jumped out of the shower cubicle. The bathroom door was left slightly ajar and, through the gap, Robbie saw Scott moving across the room, the bedside lamp casting an elongated shadow across the wall. Rummaging in the cupboard above the sink, Robbie dug out a new toothbrush from a packet – Scott was just the type to have spares laying around – and brushed his teeth vigorously, not denying the fact that he was hoping to have a very good reason for cleaning up so meticulously. Cum had not tasted so bad, but he wanted a positive experience: something that would quell the fervent, sexual ache in his loins and the burning curiosity in his mind.

The heat rushed to Robbie’s muzzle as he prepared to leave the bathroom, heart hammering in his chest. No clothes at all...and he was staying the night with Scott. He gulped, hoping that a towel would do for the moment, and wrapped a fluffy white one, which felt as if it had just emerged from the tumble dryer, securely around his hips.

“I put your clothes in the washing machine,” Scott said softly as Robbie shyly padded out from the bathroom, arms loosely held in front of his body as if he was self-conscious.

The ‘saur ducked his head in acknowledgement, keeping a short distance away from Scott who frowned, wondering if he had misread the situation. There was only one way to find out and, oh, he intended to know.

“Robbie...about what you said in the shower...” Scott started, padding up to him and touching his upper arm gently. “It made me think that you are interested in...more.”

Robbie swallowed hard and met Scott’s eyes, determination and lust dancing within his pupils.

“I am very interested in learning more,” he said huskily, shyly reaching out and resting his paws just above the line of Scott’s jeans, touching the smoother scales with a small gasp. “I just don’t want to be hurt...and I’m nervous...”

“I won’t hurt you,” Scott murmured into Robbie’s ear, nuzzling into his softly scented hide, fresh and clean after the shower. “This can be fun. Not at all like it was before, I promise you.”

Although Robbie did not have the nerve to answer, he bit his lip and nodded mutely, allowing himself to be towed gently towards the bed, Scott’s paw lightly rubbing up and down his arm. Naturally, the towel slipped loose and tumbled to the carpet in a messy heap, but neither male was thinking about that. The bedroom was well heated but Robbie still shivered, subconsciously leaning in closer to Scott and relaxing when their bodies met, Robbie’s nude and Scott only half-clothed. Well, Robbie would have to do something about that... Licking his lips nervously, Robbie very slowly moved to his knees and fumbled with Scott’s neat belt buckle; his paws were shaking so badly that it took him several attempts to release the catch.

“You okay?” Scott murmured, happy to let Robbie go at his own pace, which could not be called slow by any means.

“Yeah,” Robbie answered breathlessly. “I want to do this.”

Robbie tugged Scott’s boxer shorts down quickly and, obligingly, Scott stepped out of them, sitting down on the edge of the bed so that Robbie did not have to stretch to reach him. The younger ‘saur gulped and bumped the side of his muzzle against Scott’s knee, faced with a thick, dark cock that was already half-erect, the skin smooth and inviting. He almost shrank back but steeled himself, focusing on the want and need simmering inside him like a caged creature, but one that he was eager to release. Tentatively, he took Scott’s cock in his paw and rubbed up and down the length, mimicking the strokes and squeezes that drove him to moans in the privacy of his bedroom. The cock swelled rapidly in his paw and he gasped at the size, teeth grazing his bottom lip in delighted anticipation.

“Wait a minute...” Robbie paused, looking at Scott’s shaft carefully for the first time and then snapping his head up, eyes wide and childlike. He had seen this before. “It was you in those pictures with my sister!”

“If we’re going to have this conversation, could you please let go of my dick?” Scott remarked dryly, though there was a hint of colour in his cheeks.

“No! No,” Robbie said quickly, surprised at his own unwillingness to calm things down. “But...you fucked my sister. That’s kind of weird for me... No, it’s damn weird!” Scott shrugged, having the sense to look embarrassed.

“We have a bit of fun from time to time,” he said evasively. “Nothing serious, just light and fun.”

“But you’re not dating?” Robbie checked suspiciously; he would never do anything to hurt his sister, no matter how much she aggravated him as his sibling.

“No, definitely not,” Scott said seriously. “I’m not dating anyone and I am not in a relationship with anyone, rest assured.”

Reassured and disinclined to pursue the topic further – he had more important, immediate things to be doing – Robbie bobbed his muzzle and inched forward, Scott’s legs pressing against his shoulders and sides, ‘trapping’ him close. Looking up, Robbie winked, his breath warming the side of Scott’s cock, and arched his head gracefully down, circling the tip of his cock with his nimble tongue. Biting back a groan, Scott tensed up and gently rested his paws on either side of Robbie’s head, rubbing tiny, soothing circles into his hide. More confidently that he had done so in his earlier experience, Robbie opened his mouth wide and took as much of Scott’s shaft into his muzzle as he could comfortably manage; it was only about three-quarters of the total length but Scott’s gasp of shock and pleasure encouraged Robbie and bolstered his confidence.

Robbie eagerly pressed closer to Scott, running his paws over his smooth leg scales and between his thighs to cup his balls with more curiosity than finesse; he rolled them gently between a thumb and forefinger, sucking lightly upon the smooth length buried in his muzzle as he relished and gave in to the sensation. Scott’s scent was far more alluring than the rex’ and it had an intoxicating, manly, musky quality to it that drew him in and made him want more. Moaning around the ‘saur’s dick, Robbie bobbed his muzzle carefully and sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing to show just how much effort he was putting into the act. Panting and fighting to stay still, Scott groaned loudly and tilted his head back, enjoying the effects of Robbie’s experimenting tongue pressing and rubbing firmly against the underside of his cock, splashes of pre cum bubbling up from the head.

“Ah...wait... Come up here, Robbie,” Scott panted, pulling his cock from Robbie’s warm muzzle with a little whimper of regret.

Confused, Robbie looked up, concerned that he had done something wrong, but quickly brightened when Scott patted the bed beside him with a warm, inviting smile. Who would he be to refuse? He clambered up and perched there nervously, giving a surprised grunt as Scott pulled him closer and kissed him full on the lips. Nerves writhed in Robbie’s stomach but he parted his lips and kissed Scott back, his own arousal growing and bumping against the Parasaurus’ thigh. Murring, Scott broke the kiss gently, his paws trailing down Robbie’s flanks to his cock, scooping up the delectable trickle of pre cum and sucking it off his own finger while Robbie watched, dazed and slack-jawed.

“Come here,” Scott instructed lightly as he lay down on his back. “Get over me on all fours with your muzzle facing my legs. Have you ever heard of a sixty-nine?”

Blushing, Robbie nodded his confirmation and straddled Scott’s body, squeezing his knees against the other dinosaur’s sides for reassurance as much as for stability. His cock pointed down and was directly over Scott’s muzzle; Scott ran the tip of his tongue over his lips to moisten them and ran his tongue straight up the underside of Robbie’s dick, from tip to base. Inhaling sharply, a delicious tremor ran through Robbie’s body, and he lowered his head to Scott’s cock in turn, following his lead and taking it deep into his muzzle, as he had done before. Robbie resisted the instinctive urge to hump at Scott’s muzzle and grunted in disappointment when the Parasaurus’ tongue left his dick, trailing over his balls and under his tail. Just what was he doing?

His question was soon answered when Scott’s tongue swiped over his tail hole and Robbie froze, trying to process the new sensation. It felt so strange, so wrong to be touched there, but he could not deny the needy throb his cock gave in reply, pressed as it was against Scott’s firm, experienced paw. Moaning, he sucked harder as his tail hole was lapped and his cock pumped, Robbie bucking his hips with the pace of Scott’s steady stimulation. Chuckling quietly to himself, Scott circled Robbie’s anal ring with the tip of his tongue, enjoying the delicious squirms and muffled whimpers that the action earned him; everything was going exactly as he had planned. As for Robbie, with everything that was going on, he felt ready to lose control after such a short session. Even when he was alone, he had never felt so aroused and in pure need of what was inevitably going to happen.

“Scott...I, ah...” Robbie flushed and squirmed, diving back down on to the other male’s cock as

“Shush, it’s okay,” Scott murmured in turn, leaving off rimming Robbie and catching the tip of his cock between his soft lips instead, stroking the length at a greater pace.

Shuddering, Robbie sucked hard and groaned around the cock in his mouth, thrusting his cock into Scott’s muzzle and cumming hard, thick, salty ropes of his cum coating the interior of Scott’s mouth. Murring happily, Scott ran a paw over Robbie’s backside and coaxed out every drop of cum that he was able to give, squeezing and rubbing the part of his cock that was not enveloped in his muzzle. Soon afterwards, he followed suit and moaned as he came into Robbie’s muzzle, though he was very surprised that Robbie swallowed everything and licked his lips with relish, almost appearing as if he was looking for more.

“I think...” Scott panted. “That’s enough for one night.”

Though disappointed, Robbie smiled and rolled off Scott’s body, letting Scott rearrange the bed and the sheets while he was lost in his own thoughts and the warm glow spreading through his body. Chuckling at his typical tiredness, Scott nudged his shoulder softly with his paw and motioned to Robbie to get into the bed, the ‘saur blinking sleep from his eyes and yawning lethargically.

Exhausted, Robbie crawled under the covers with Scott, who washed his mouth out with a glass of water. They lay back in the bed and Robbie pulled the covers up under his chin, very conscious of who he was sharing a bed with and what they had just done, although a deep sense of satisfaction rested upon him like a warm blanket. Scott leaned over to switch off the light and they were plunged into a cool darkness, both stifling yawns and murmurs of sleep.

“This could really work,” Scott murmured sleepily.

“What?”

“I can help you...not as a boyfriend of any kind, but help you experiment with this side of the coin,” he explained, snaking his arm around Robbie’s waist as he talked. “But, if you agree to a ‘teaching’ relationship, I want you to know that I will be dating others.

“That’s fine with me,” Robbie agreed, breathing a sigh of relief. A boyfriend? Oh no, that would be far too complicated right now. “I don’t mind anything like that. I want to be single for now... It’s easier.”

Enjoying the warmth of another dinosaur in the bed, Robbie drifted off to sleep as Scott’s breathing slowed and became deeper, more rhythmic. And, on the edge of dreaming, his thoughts wandered to the pictures that he had seen a few days ago on Charlene’s phone, the pictures of Scott and her...fucking. Vaguely, he remembered the odd pair of legs that were visible upon the edges of some of the shots, but he had forgotten to ask Scott about them in the excitement and pleasure.

Tomorrow, he thought lazily as he rolled over and pressed his muzzle into the comforting coolness of the pillow. Tomorrow, I’ll ask him...and see what that was all about...

*

Earl groaned and rolled over in bed, blinking blearily as his surroundings came into focus. He was lying flat on his back with his head half-off the pillows and the cream-coloured sheets raised into a neat tent over his crotch. The bed beside him, however, was empty. The old dinosaur rubbed his knuckles over his eyes and sighed wearily, the remnants of his a half-remembered dream creeping into the daylight.

“Another one of them dreams...” He grumbled, his flat, almost ‘squashed in’ muzzle heating up – he was glad that Fran, his wife, was not there to see him in such a state. Whatever would she had said?

Earl had no idea why he was dreaming up such explicit scenes that would be more at home between a teenager’s ears, but they had become increasingly disturbing (not to mention disruptive) by the night. At first, he had thought that they were merely a normal by-product of sexual frustration as he had been fucking Fran in the first dream, something that he had gone without for quite some time. But, after that, they had flipped into darker waters and soon he had looked down at his chunky body in the dream only to see the lean, fit body of a dark-scaled dino, though he could not tell the species. Some other male fucking his wife? Absurd! Or...he was fucking his wife as another dinosaur? That thought was even crazier and Earl growled under his breath.

What a ridiculous dream to have, he thought grouchily, although he could not quite banish the faint excitement from his mind.

More confused than stimulated, Earl groaned and rolled lethargically out of bed, his erection shrinking as rapidly as always. Strangely enough, he never felt like pleasing himself after any of those dreams; perhaps it was the edge of guilt lurking pricking at the borders of his thoughts: why should he please himself when Fran was not pleased? Grumbling darkly to himself, Earl stumbled to the wardrobe, whacking his thick tail against the end of the bed.

“Damn work,” he muttered as he grabbed clothes at random and hopped around the room with one sock on and one off. “Damn it all.”

Suitably clothed, Earl trod wearily down the stairs, tired before the day had even begun. He ambled into the kitchen and half-opened his mouth to say hello to Fran, who was sat at the breakfast table with Robbie, but hesitated when he saw that they were not alone. A friend of theirs, Scott, was there already... So early? Scott tensed almost comically when Earl entered the room but fought to appear nonchalant, sipping his sugary tea with a cool air that said ‘I am not interested or bothered’. His attempts were unsuccessful.

“What are you doing here?” Earl started, forgetting to say ‘good morning’. Fran rolled her eyes.

“Just here to see Robbie,” Scott answered blandly, the picture of incomprehension. “Hanging out, you know.”

“Yeah, I know, all right ‘en,” Earl stumbled over his words, shaking his head. “So...well then... How was that concert you went to with Charlene? Any good for you? I don’t think she was all that impressed,” he said as an afterthought, as if he was confiding a secret.

“It was pretty good, they had some tidy bands playing there,” Scott nodded, smiling warmly. “Good crowd too, didn’t just stand there watching – got involved.”

Earl murmured something incomprehensible under his breath but could not help but wonder why Charlene had been so evasive about what had gone on at the concert. She hardly told him anything these days and his fatherly pride smarted from being kept in the dark.

“Did something happen there?” He asked abruptly, eyes darkening dangerously. “Was there drinking?”

Scott just stared, floored by the question. Where had that come from? Earl growled and Fran placed a paw upon his arm; he shrugged it off and sat up straight, looking down his nose at Scott.

“I know what happened there,” he snapped, jabbing a stubby finger in Scott’s face. “So don’t you bother hiding anything from me now. I know what happened.”

“What? What happened there?” Scott leaned back in alarm, evading Earl’s prodding. “Nothing happened apart from us going to see the concert, that’s all! She didn’t even have anything to drink.”

“And you?” Earl demanded, staring intensely at Scott who was forced to look away.

“I had one,” Scott admitted. “But that’s all. Charlene had nothing, I swear.”

Fidgeting anxiously under the larger saur’s glare, Scott looked from the left to the right and back again, avoiding looking Earl in the eye. Gods, he wasn’t half quick to change his tune and temper. Robbie was suddenly very interested in his breakfast and stayed well out of the brewing argument, as did Fran, but felt a little sorry for Scott, even if he suspected that all was not as Scott would have it portrayed. After all, he had ‘been’ with Charlene before, had he not?

“Look, Earl,” Scott spread his paws wide. “I would not do anything with Charlene that I would not do in your presence or Fran’s presence, I promise.” His words sounded sincere enough, but Earl was not quick enough to catch the sly smirk that followed.

“Hmph,” Earl grunted, satisfied with that answer, though Fran coughed and rose from the table, busying herself with the dirty breakfast dishes. “That’s very good then. Good to know.”

“Ah, Robbie?” Fran called softly, breaking the tense atmosphere. “Would you take this parcel to the post office for me, please? It needs to be sent off today.”

“Sure, mom,” Robbie said, hiding his grimace. “Sorry, Scott, I’ll be back soon. This won’t take very long. Do you want to come along or wait here?”

“I’ll wait here,” Scott murmured pleasantly.

After giving Robbie the parcel, Fran went upstairs to tidy the bedrooms and left Scott alone in the kitchen with Earl. His earlier bad temper had dissipated, much to Scott’s relief, and he was chugging down a glass of water; apparently he was not hungry enough for breakfast that morning, although Scott thought that that would surely change throughout the day as he knew that Earl’s job was labour intensive.

“Look here, Scott,” Earl began slowly, uncertain of himself for once. “I didn’t mean to get angry with you then, but there’s something that’s been on my mind. It’s Fran.”

“Fran?” Scott prodded gently as his heart rate escalated tenfold, beating a hole in his chest.

“I...uh...” Earl did not know where to begin. “Well...she... She’s been very...sexual of late and I’m caught her around the house doing...you know... Pleasing herself. It’s happened quite a lot now, since it’s harder for me to do it for her. Very hard.”

“Oh, the injury...” Scott mused, intrigued by the turn in conversation and exceptionally glad that Earl did not want to talk about something that would have particularly worried him. “There are ways to get around that, I wouldn’t worry. Viagra for one, toys and oral techniques would be a start. All adds to the fun, right?”

“I’ve had enough of the Viagra,” Earl snorted and waved his paw. “If I put any more into my system, god knows what will happen. No, Scott,” he sighed and rested his head in his upturned paws. “I think she’s going to divorce me.”

“What? No! No, that’s not right, Earl,” Scott rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. “Fran’s not like that and you are still able to change things.

Comforting the old ‘saur, Scott patted his back awkwardly and pushed another glass of water towards him. Earl gladly took it and swallowed a few, revitalising gulps, wiping his lips afterwards with the flat of his palm.

“I do have to change things,” Earl muttered into his palm, looking up with renewed determination. “Scott, you must help me. Please.”

There was a pause while Scott digested exactly what Earl had said that he ‘must’ do.

“What are you asking me to do?” Scott asked warily.

“Just some help with pleasing Fran...” Earl reassured him, although Scott was not very reassured by this information. “I mean, what do you think she would like best?”

“I...I, uh...” Scott shook his head. “I expect that Fran likes what most women like and you would know how to please her best, Earl.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Earl growled in exasperation. “Why does this have to be so difficult? I wish you could just come into the bedroom and see what we do so that you could damn well tell me what I’m doing wrong. Now that would be useful advice and none of this ‘you would know how to please her best’ nonsense.”

Shaking his head vigorously, Scott remained silent, afraid of provoking Earl again when he was so obviously on a short fuse. If he did watch them in the bedroom... He grimaced and shook his head again, knowing what a bad idea that would be. Robbie was not the only one with a secret and there were many secrets in this house that Scott was a part of, little to Earl’s knowledge.

“Think about it at least,” Earl pleaded as a parting shot, rising from the table and scraping the chair back gratingly. “I’m off now.”

Leaving Scott to his thoughts, Earl stomped out the door, presumably to work, and let the door slam loudly at his heels. Scott rubbed his jaw and shifted uncomfortably. Earl trusted him to a point and he had lied to his face. In fact, he knew very well what pleased Fran in the bedroom, probably better than Earl did. There was a small creak on the hall floorboards, visible through the open kitchen door, and Scott turned his head, smiling slightly at Fran who stood framed in the entrance to the kitchen: she was completely nude.

“Are you ready to give me a quick...massage?” She near purred, running her paws down her front teasingly.

His dilemma could be confronted later, he decided with a grin. Coming over to her side, Scott took Fran’s paw and led her up to the bedroom. Robbie would not be back for a while and they had plenty of time for a very special kind of massage.

***

!!ToBeConcluded!!