The door opened after about ten minutes, which felt especially long given he was waiting alone after a tense situation, and Claire came in.

"She's out," she said as she pushed the door most of the way closed behind her, then began taking off her shirt. "And I'm tired and horny, and I'd like to get to the sex so I can shower and make it back to Mae's parent's house in a decent time."

"All about the romance, huh?" he replied. She looked at him, pausing as she unbuttoned her jeans. The full weight of realizing what he'd just said to her hit him all at once. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Claire. That was-shit, I didn't mean it like that. I wasn't thinking-"

"It's okay," she said, and let out a little laugh. "Honestly I was just surprised because for like a second there I thought you were really taking a swing at me...you know, socially speaking."

"I would never do that. I'm really sorry."

"Trent," she said, finishing getting her jeans off and then walking over to him. She put her hands on his shoulders. "I believe you, and I believe you that you wouldn't try to hurt me like that. You've had a stressful night, and it was supposed to be your night. And you deserve a night, given all you've done for all of us. So just relax." She paused. "Actually...I'm going to make you relax."

She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, then pulled off her panties and dropped to her knees before him.

"Are you now?" he asked.

"Oh yeah."

She began unzipping his pants and rather quickly, she had his cock out, which was only at about half salute. "Huh...I don't think I've ever actually, like, seen it not fully hard, now that I think about it."

"Hopefully it's not too disappointing," he replied.

"Oh my God-Trent! Just relax." She leaned forward and took it into her mouth, then sucked as she pulled her head slowly back. Then repeated the action twice more. He groaned, taking off his shirt and then leaning back and shifting a little, giving her better access. She got him hard pretty fast and soon she was bobbing her head, her lips slipping up and down his shaft rapidly.

"Whoa, wow," Tabby said as she walked in. "Been a long since I've just walked in on someone getting head."

"Figured we should get started," Trent replied.

"That's...wicked hot. Oh man, I'm feeling things," she murmured. "And wow you have a hot ass, Claire."

Claire gave her a thumbs up and Tabby laughed.

"She really does," Trent agreed. Then groaned. "Ah, God, Claire. Fuck, that's...don't go too far or I'm gonna blow in your mouth."

She stopped and pushed her hair back out of her face. "Right. If you're that close, you're ready for sex. And so am I. So...scoot back."

"You gonna ride?" he asked as she grabbed his jeans and began tugging on them.

"Yep," she replied.

They got his pants and boxers off as he scooted back further onto the bed and laid down. She tossed them aside and climbed onto the bed, then onto him.

"Whoa, hey, naked Claire," Bea said as she walked into the room.

"Nice," Ann said, following in her wake.

"Is everything okay down there?" Trent asked as Claire straddled him.

"Yes. Molly's out and tucked up. She's on her side. Mae's staying with her for now, to make sure she's really asleep. Then I'm gonna go take over the duty once you're done with Claire, because Mae really wants to see you and Tabby have sex."

"I can understand that-ohh fuck yes," he groaned as Claire slipped him inside of herself. "Fuck, you are goddamn wet."

"Yes, I am…" she moaned, then moaned again, louder, as she gripped his shoulders and began riding him.

He lost track of things there for awhile as he got lost in Claire's wonderful pussy. She slipped down over his erection again and again, her fantastic thighs and hips working as she rode him, her tits bouncing in rhythm with her. Trent grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, making her cry out, half-formed words dying in her throat as she gave herself to the pleasure.

She fucked him until she had made herself orgasm, and then she stopped.

"Aw come on, seriously?!" he cried, himself close to cumming.

"I told you, I put up with your loads," Claire replied, panting, as she got off of him, "and if I can fuck you and orgasm without getting cummed in, then I'll take it. You can blow a huge load in Tabby and pretend to get her pregnant."

Trent sighed and popped his neck.

"My turn," Tabby said with a grin as she took off her shirt.

"I'll go get Mae," Ann said, heading out.

"I'm going to go shower. It was fun and congrats on the books."

"Thanks, Claire. Uh...your pussy was awesome, and your mouth," he replied.

She laughed. "Oh my God, boys really do get so fucking empty-headed when they're horny."

"You fucked him raw and then stopped right before he came. That's like yanking a USB stick out while it's in the middle of transferring files, Claire," Bea said.

Claire giggled again and shook her head. "Fair point. Your dick was great, Trent. Later."

She left. He looked over as he heard clothing hit the floor of his bedroom, a sound he always liked hearing, and saw that Tabby was down to her bra and panties now. She was wearing a sports bra, and she pulled it off and tossed it aside, revealing some pretty big, really nice tits.

She looked down at herself, frowning. "Man, I got kinda chubby. Shit." She looked up at Trent. "Sorry if you were expecting something a bit better, but I'm thirty five dude. It's way harder to keep weight off, especially if you sit around making games all day."

"I think you're hot as fuck," Trent replied.

Tabby laughed. "I kinda feel like he can't lie when he's horny."

"He really can't," Bea said. "Also, he's right. And I'm straight. You're real hot. You've got that like...nerd freak hotness going on."

She laughed louder. "Nerd freak?! What even is that?"

"You know! Like the cute nerdy girl who's shy or chill, and you just look at her and you know she's an absolute fucking freak in bed somehow."

"Well, thanks. I don't know about that, though. I'm pretty vanilla. Mostly. I like anal."

"You've got an ass for it," Bea murmured.

"I've never tried that," Trent said.

"Wait...really? You have three girlfriends and two girls on the side and you've never tried anal?" Tabby replied.

"No, it's...never really come up," he replied.

"Yeah, I guess it hasn't."

The door slammed opened suddenly and Mae almost fell on her face as she ran into the room. "Oh my God Tabby your tits are amazing and you look so hot naked!"

Tabby laughed as Mae shut the door behind her. "Well, I guess the vote's in, huh? Thank you, Mae."

"Did you not think you were?" Mae asked, walking over to her chair.

"I got chubby over the past year or two, and I'm just now fully realizing it," she replied, peeling her panties off, revealing a vagina nestled in soft white fur. She stretched, now fully nude.

"I dunno, Tabby, you look like a Renaissance painting. Also your ass is amazing. Plus, I mean, like, look at me! I'm chubby as fuck, and Trent fucks the shit out of me all the time. And he has, like, Bea to fuck."

"He also fucks me all the time," Bea murmured.

"You are pretty intimidating, though," Tabby said.

"You don't seem very intimidated."

"I learned how to hide it."

"Can we fuck? Because I'm still crazy horny," Trent asked.

All three of them laughed. "Yes, I will come help your poor, un-orgasmed cock," Tabby replied, crawling into the bed with him. "Though I would like some foreplay."

"Foreplay you will get," he replied, pulling her to him.

She let him, and they kissed.

It felt so unreal, kissing Tabby, touching her, running his hands over her soft white fur, her big, wonderful breasts and her well padded ass and the amazing curve of her hips. Feeling her touch him in return, her enthusiasm obvious.

"Whoa...this is amazing," Mae whispered.

"Shh!" Bea replied.

Trent laughed, then lost himself again as he slipped a hand between her beautifully thick thighs, found her clit, and started to rub it. Tabby let out a cry of pleasure, a pulse of bliss running through her body in the form of a hard shiver, and she kissed him hard, shoving her tongue into his mouth. He kept pleasuring her, rubbing her clit more vigorously which each passing second, until she had an orgasm. She had to grab him and kiss him harder to keep from screaming.

"Aw shit!" she gasped, falling back as she finished climaxing. "That was-whew! Goddamn! Trent!"

"What?" he asked, chuckling.

"You can fucking touch pussy!"

He laughed. "Touch?"

"Yes! Wow! Oh that was a good orgasm...can we fuck now? I promise I'll suck your dick later."

"Deal," he said, getting on top of her.

Tabby spread her legs for him as he settled between her thick thighs. He hesitated as he rested his erection at the entrance to her pussy.

"Are you sure this won't change anything between us?" he asked.

"Oh my G-Trent! Yes! I'm sure! Out of patience!" she cried, and then wrapped her legs around him and pulled him against her, forcing him into her pussy.

He let out a groan as he penetrated her, going right into her hot, slippery pussy.

"Yeah, boss bitch!" Mae called.

"Damn straight! Now fuck me!" Tabby demanded.

"You fucking asked for it," Trent replied.

He put his hands on her shoulders, pressing her down into the mattress, and started giving her his dick. She moaned loudly, her hips bucking as he fucked her, her bare breasts bouncing around with the rhythm of their furious fucking. He pounded her brains out, making her cry out and enjoying every second of it as the hot bliss of her raw vagina ate him alive.

And then, at some point, a smile came onto her face that was slightly mischievous. One he didn't fully trust.

"I want to be on top," she gasped.

"All right," he said, laying down on top of her.

"Shit!" she cried as he grabbed her and flipped them over. "Damn! You are fucking nimble!" she said, sitting up.

"Lots of practice," he replied, reaching up and grasping her breasts. "Goddamn, you have awesome tits."

"I do," she agreed, and began to ride him.

Trent let out a loud groan as the hot bliss returned, her slippery pussy riding his erection. But he noticed that smile of hers was still there. She looked like she was about to spring a trap on him or something.

"Trent…" she murmured, reaching up and grabbing his hands.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"You should…" She lowered his hands until they were over her belly, "...get me pregnant."

"Aw fuck, come on!" he groaned. "I'm not ready to bust yet!"

She laughed devilishly. "Breed me, Trent," she moaned.

"You told her!?" Mae cried, laughing.

"I'm gonna fucking nut if you keep that up!"

"Good," she said. "I've got no birth control and I'm so fucking fertile, Trent, and I want you to knock me up like a fucking whore," she moaned.

That did it. That didn't just trigger his orgasm, it launched it into the stratosphere. He cried out, his hips bucking as he began cumming inside of her raw pussy, and she gasped and then cried out. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard as he thrust up, forcing his cock as deep into her as he could, and she let out another incoherent cry of bliss.

He pumped her full of cum for a long time.

And then he was spent, and he collapsed against the bed, panting, gasping really.

"Damn, dude, I felt that," Mae said.

"Trent, I had no idea this turned you on so much," Bea said, grinning fiercely.

"Tabby," he gasped, "you fucking whore."

She giggled wildly, making her tits jiggle. "Got you off so hard, right?"

"Yes. Ah man. My fucking dick hurts now. Like...jeez. Shit."

"Think Mae's parents heard that one," Bea muttered.

"Ew," Mae replied, then laughed. "Aw man! Should've filmed that for the !"

"That orgasm would've made some amazing audio. But I'll admit, I like my private life to remain private," Tabby replied, slowly getting off of him. Trent groaned as his softening cock fell out of her and she cupped a hand over herself.

"Dude, holy shit, this load is huge. Need a fucking shower now."

"He does that," Bea replied.

"So worth it," Tabby said as she stood up.

"I appreciate it, but don't fucking scare me with that 'I'm actually not on birth control' shit," Trent said.

"It made you cum harder, didn't it?"

"...I plead the fifth," he replied, making all three of them laugh.

"Exactly. And don't worry, I'd never actually do that. Now, I need to shower."

"It's free," Claire said, stepping back into the room. "And holy fuck, I heard that pretty clearly. You can fuck, Tabby."

"Many thank yous," Tabby replied, slipping out of the room with her hand still cupped over her vagina.

"You look fucking spent," Claire murmured as she began pulling her clothes on. "She really did a number on you, huh?"

"Yes. I am learning that older women can fuck. Goddamn."

"Need to find you a cougar," Bea murmured.

"I wonder if Pastor Kate can fuck," Mae said.

"Still kinda weird," Claire said. "But no way in hell am I gonna give you shit for who you're into sexually. I'm sure we've all got that person who does it for us that we aren't sure why."

"She's just hot, in a nerdy kinda way," Trent replied with a shrug. He stretched, then groaned as he popped something in his back, then let out a long sigh of relief and put his hands behind his head.

"You look like...a rich young playboy or something," Claire said.

"I mean, is he not?" Mae asked, taking off her clothes and climbing onto the bed with him. He put an arm around her as she laid against him.

"I'm not rich," Trent said.

"By Possum Springs standards you pretty much are," Claire replied.

"More like a rich young fuckboy," Bea murmured.

"Bea, you fucking-get over here!" he snapped.

She had a smug little smile on her face as she finished stripping off the last of her clothes. "Sure you can get it up?" she asked.

"Get the fuck over her, you smartmouthed fucking whore!" he snapped.

"I'm getting out of here. Goodnight, everyone," Claire said.

"You guys are like, so fucking cool," Tabby murmured sleepily.

"So are you," Trent replied. "And if Mae was here and awake, she would agree."

"Are you sure you don't want me to go to my hotel room?" she asked.

"Tabby, you're not driving anywhere," Trent replied. "You're too stoned. If you're really uncomfortable, we'll figure something out. But we're very happy to have you here."

"Yep," Bea agreed, then yawned.

Trent currently found himself between a very naked and satisfied Bea and Tabby. Ann was already passed out on the far side of the bed. Mae had gone downstairs after awhile to be with Molly and make sure a friendly face woke up beside her.

Tomorrow was going to be...interesting.

But that was later.

"I'm happy here. I just wanted to make sure you were," Tabby said. "Also, like...thanks, Trent."

"For what?" he asked.

"For having safe, complication-free, fun, and good sex with me. It isn't just that I haven't been laid in forever, it's more...sex can get really complicated really fast. I know guys think we girls have it easy and, I suppose, from a certain perspective, we do in that we can go out and pull some rando to fuck pretty easily. Even not attractive girls can. But it's such a goddamned risk. Risk of STDs, risk of pregnancy, risk of assault, shit, risk of getting straight up fucking murdered. But also honestly risk of lame, lazy sex. I tried it for awhile there. Just sleeping around? I mean, I wasn't stupid about it. But I hit Tinder and dove into the pool and...it sucked, honestly."

"That's what I figured it would be like," Bea murmured.

"It made me appreciate it when I came across a guy who was this perfect fucking Yahtzee of: kind, attractive, safe, caring, and good at sex. Also, single or in an actually open relationship. And you gave me everything tonight. So I'm saying thanks."

"Well, right back at you," he replied.

"Yeah but you're already fucking drowning in pussy as it is."

"That doesn't make the sex we had any less awesome. Your pussy is, like...goddamn it was good."

She laughed. "That good, huh?"

"Yes. Seriously. So good."

"Well...thanks for that, too." She shifted around. "I'm glad I'm still hot...what?" she asked when Bea made an uncertain sound.

"It's just...hot is subjective. You are hot. I just...it really sucks how many of us think we've turned irredeemably ugly if we put on fifteen pounds. And I say this as someone who is on my way to putting on weight. The only reason I look as good as I do is because I was basically pressed into slave labor and worked my fucking ass off."

"That and you're twenty."

"Does it really make that much difference?" Trent asked.

"It does. I was fucking skinny when I was y'alls age. You check Facebook and you can see some old pics of me from...goddamn, fifteen years ago. Argh, I'm so old! But yes. I mean, it does depend on your genes and your lifestyle, but it does get a lot harder to stay skinny or get skinny the older you get. It's fucking the bullest of bullshit."

"Sounds like it," Trent muttered. He yawned. "We should sleep. I get the impression I'm going to need all my faculties tomorrow."

"Why?" Bea asked. "Oh, right. Molly. That's gonna be...uh. A thing."

"Yes. Maybe we'll get lucky and she won't remember it," he muttered.

"We need to address it, Trent," Bea said firmly.

"I know, I know...okay, goodnight, ladies."

"Goodnight," they both told him.

They got re-situated, him curling against Tabby's back and Bea curling against his own, and soon were asleep.