Chapter 3: When Chris Met Jo

Chris had been right. He had shown her a great time. The tod dragged Jo all over the city over the next week. They hit all the touristy places during the day, mostly museums and public buildings, and then Chris took her out every night to bars, restaurants, clubs, and discotheques. Unlike other vixen he'd been with though, Jo wasn't about to let him see what was under her daisydukes, something that frustrated him quite a bit. So the two continued on like this, though their explorations moved away from weekdays and over to weekends once classes started up.

It was the last week in September and the first week in October when Chris finally was able to get what he wanted. He'd spent half of August and nearly all of September trying to get into Jo's pants, but it was all about to pay off. He'd been working on her for some time, and he knew that tonight was the night as he wrapped his knuckles on the door.

Jo was right behind the metal door, a big smile on her face as she slipped out into the hallway. "Ya ready, sugar," she asked as her tail flicked around behind her.

"I sure am," Chris replied in a deep murr as he put his arm around her, leading her out of the dorms and towards his car.

The vixen and the tod hit up their favorite discotheque called "The Glacier" over in Tundra Town. Jo always had to wear an extra layer when they went there, but she certainly enjoyed the synth music. It was very different from the songs her parents played back home, and the beats were always fun to dance to. That's what they did most of the night, dance, their bodies bumping against one another as the music boomed around them.

It was close to midnight when Jo and Chris left, the vixen leaning against the tod as they trudged through the snow towards his car. "That was wonderful," the woman said in a soft churr, her head leaning against his shoulder. The tod just murred deeply as his hand slowly slid up and down her side, "It's gonna get better. Ready for a drive?"

Jo nodded as she followed him to the car, sliding into the passenger seat as Chris started the engine. "Wur ya thinkin'," she asked as she looked over at him. "I know a nice quiet spot, don't worry," the tod replied as he gave her a warm smile.

Chris was right again. The spot he found was quiet, then again, public parks usually were at night. Jo was still coming down from the high of dancing as she pressed her back into the seat. "Mmm… Thank ya, Chris," she churred warmly, eyes closing as she let out a stretch. She almost wanted to doze off right there, but she felt a hand on her thigh.

"Don't thank me yet," the tod replied in a lusty murr, his paw gently squeezing her denim covered leg as he leaned in to give her a kiss right on the lips.

Jo blinked a few times as she felt his muzzle pressing against hers, his hand kneading her thigh. He'd done something like this before, and she'd given him a good smack across the muzzle for it, but tonight felt right. Slowly, she started to melt into the kiss, her own tongue beginning to lap against his as her hand moved to rub over his chest.

Chris growled deeply. It was all going according to plan. The hand on her thigh started to slither between the vixen's legs, gently rubbing her through her jeans while their lips smacked together. He could hear her let out a soft coo as her hips wiggled against his hand, her chest heaving up and down.

Slowly, Jo broke the kiss to blush. "How… How're we gonna do it up here," she asked as she stared into his eyes. Chris just chuffed, "Backseat. Why?"

Jo just blushed deeper, "I… I ain't never done nuthin with a guy b'fore." Her words just made the older fox grin wider as pulled away from her before reaching over the vixen to pull on the seat adjustment knob, "Tonight's your lucky night."

Jo let out a yip as she felt her body fly down. She hadn't expected that at all as she looked above her at the rumble seat. The fox blushed as she slowly rolled over before climbing onto the bench seat. Chris didn't wait long to join her, his pants tenting from the smell of her heat. The vixen blushed as she stared at him, her sex so fiery hot. "Chris… maybe… maybe we should wait. I'm," she started to say, but the tod cut her off, "In heat. I know. Don't worry. I'll wear a condom."

Chris's promise was hollow. He didn't have any condoms, and he wasn't going to wear one tonight. Vixens in heat were always great and going in wrapped just ruined it. But Jo didn't know that one bit. She was in heat, in need, and she liked Chris. It didn't help that he was one of the few fox's she'd met, but he seemed to show some genuine interest in her. Of course, that was all an elaborate ruse too, but the eighteen year old vixen was clueless.

Chris grinned as he sat on his knees on the passenger seat, his hands moving to the vixen's chest as he slowly started to unbutton her top. Jo pressed her bust into the tod's paws, her lips moving to kiss him again while his skilled fingers undid every button. Their tongues danced a lewd tango with one another as they chuffed, churred, murred, and moaned.

Jo's fingers roamed over Chris' chest, hands sliding down to brush over the imprisoned member. She fumbled for his zipper, gripping and groping for the metal tab that could free him, but all she managed to do was grope him.

The tod snorted as he broke the kiss. He usually enjoyed stripping someone naked, but the way she was bumbling about made him think otherwise. It had been a long time since he'd had a virgin. High School in fact, and her innate late of knowledge showed. Maybe getting fully nude wasn't a good idea.

"Lay down," Chris commanded as he looked at Jo, "Lay down on your chest and pull your pants and panties down."

Jo blinked a few times. His voice had changed from being lusty to being lusty and forceful. It confused the woman for a few brief seconds before she obeyed. The vixen slowly slid up onto her knees before turning around, looking out of the back of the car as she reached under herself to unbutton her jeans. She pulled them and her soaked panties all the way down to her knees before she pressed her belly down onto the leather seats. The vixen looked over her shoulder, her face completely flushed. "I'm ready," she squeaked out.

Chris had turned around to unzip his pants. He fished his member out of his trousers, holding his pulsing foxhood in his hand as he made a few motions with his arms, pretending to put on a condom. She was going to feel wonderful. "I'm ready. Just look straight forward," the tod replied as he looked over his shoulder, finally getting a good look at her pert red rump and dripping nether lips before the vixen draped herself over his back seat. She wasn't going to feel wonderful. She was going to feel amazing.

Jo huffed and panted as he looked at the driver's side rear door. She wondered what it was going to be like. She'd heard from a few of the rabbit girls that it felt amazing, especially from Bonnie Springer. Sometimes she just wouldn't shut up about her beau, Stu. The vixen's ears flicked around wondering what was taking so long until she felt Chris press his chest to her back, his hands sliding under her to grip her breasts. She felt something slick and throbbing against her pert cheeks, as the larger fox's hips rocked against her. Jo was about to say something when one of the tod's hands left her chest to reach down and between them.

Chris gripped his member as he looked between them, guiding his tip towards the fiery heat between Jo's cheeks. He poked under her tail, something that made the vixen snarl at him. "Anal is out," he thought to himself, "but I want that pussy more." The tod aimed himself just a bit lower, feeling her sex against the glands. She felt like she was furnace, and he was going to put a log on that fire. With a quick thrust, he forced himself inside her, the tightness of her untouched tunnel swarming around him. "Ohhh… shit…" Chris snarled as he flopped on top of Jo, his teeth nipping and nibbling on the back of her neck.

Jo's initial reaction to the penetration was to let out a surprised yelp. She felt like a stuffed turkey more than a woman as she felt his member rubbing and grinding against her tunnel's walls. Her yelp slowly morphed into a gentle whimper then a moan as strong hands groped and massaged over her breasts, the tod's hips rocking back and forth in quick procession.

"Goddamn! She's fucking tight," Chris snarled to himself, teeth nipping that reddish yellow fur on her nape. The tod wasn't a small, but everyone already knew that. What they didn't know was that he was far from being small between his legs. Most of the girls he'd been with compared him to a wolf, which was no surprise, especially when a few of those girls had been wolves. But he'd never felt such a vice grip on his prick like the vixen below him. Chris wasn't a three pump chump, but this girl might send him over the edge sooner than he thought.

Jo was moaning and gasping, her claws digging into the leather of the seat as she felt his hips and body pressing her into the foam and spring supports. "Oh yes! Oh GAWD YES! Mmm… ya feel s'good Chris! Don't… Ohhh LORDY! DON'T STOP," the vixen screamed out in pleaser as her tunnel quivered around the tod's length.

Chris was right, she did make him fall off the cliff sooner than he thought, but she was the first to orgasm. The fox easily felt that already tight passage collapse around him, gripping him firmly as her juices flowed over his member to soak into his pubic fur. The milking sensation was so great that he came, his seed flowing freely from his member in thick long spurts. She'd certainly kept him pent up for long enough, but hot damn it had been worth the wait.

Chris gave Jo every drop he had in him as he coated her depths with a nice fresh coat of white paint. The pure ecstasy of getting to bed her took a great deal out of the tod, so much so that all he could do was press his full weight down onto the vixen, pinning her to the seat.

It felt like an eternity before Chris finally pulled out, rolling over onto his side to slip his pants back up. Jo could barely move, her chest pressed into the backseat as she panted. "God… Chris… that's… that's the best thang err," she moaned out softly, in such a daze and her loins so coated in fluid that she didn't even realized that some of his seed was leaking out of her.

"Yeah," was the tod's only reply as he leaned back against the seat for a second to catch his breath, "It sure was. You should probably get dressed."

Jo nodded back as she slowly reached down to her ankles, pulling her panties and her jeans up her long legs before buttoning up her shirt.