The black fur was long, softer that I had expected but I could still feel the human breast underneath. It was a weird sensation, a human torso covered...with thick fur. Careful I let my hand trail down, felt the muscles on his stomach. How would his dick feel? So far I had only felt human cocks. It was huge, a vivid red and already glistening with precum. Did I dare?He flinched as my fingers touched his cock. A sound like a questioning growl escaped his throat and I looked up to his face. Our. I was by no means drunk but I knew I'd had a drink, I'd drank the beers fairly fast and on an empty stomach. My thoughts soon turned to Christine. I had fucked her numerous times on the very sofa I was now sat on just a few days earlier. I couldn't get my head around how I felt for her. We'd fucked, off and on for years, but I found the nature in which she blew hot and cold infuriating. Many times I had attempted to engage her in sex chat when I found myself horny and desperate to fuck her only. When she stood before me her titties were at eye level. She bent over and down brushing them over my cock before taking me in her hot mouth. She sucked my cock like that standing and bending forward, I was able to grope her swinging tits as she did and using the mattress I began humping my cock up and down to meet her mouth. I was out of my mind with lust for this old lady and didn't give a damn who knew it."You look like such a filthy whore with my cock in your mouth," I said in a sexual. At first I was hoping it was his wife wanting to be fucked again. Then came the shock that it was the husband who joined me in bed. He was rubbing his cock against my hole and I was pretending I was still asleep. Then he slid some kind of jell in my anal and put one of his fingers in. It really felt good so I didn't move. Then he had two fingers in and then three. I was aroused with each added finger. The next thing I felt was his cock at the entrance of my ass. He must of known I was not.