Summer is Coming: Chapter 5

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            As June turned to July, the heat grew all the more oppressive. The sun beat on the asphalt and distorted the air to make twinkling mirages. The air became laden with so much moisture that sweating didn't help. Even the droplets that jetted from sprinklers was as warm as bath water.

            To anyone else it was getting to the point that going outside was exhausting, but for Summer it was like heaven and the perfect opportunity to knock out another of her trials. Aside from her hating snow and the lack of sunlight that the colder months brought on, she was often forced to wear restrictive clothing in an attempt to not freeze to death.

            Summer saw the cloudless sky and rising temperatures as liberating since she could go about her business wearing as little clothing as necessary. A fact that would no doubt be noticed by two particular virgins that came towards her house in a growling muscle car that the doberman couldn't quite place the make or model of. She could hardly care about such things, but for those two it was their greatest hobby.

            The doberman stood in her driveway leaning back against her car as she watched them draw closer. She gave a friendly wave when they were near enough and urged them over to park in front of her house. She had to hide her smirk when she caught both of their expressions of gaped mouths and wide eyes that were quickly wiped clean as they came to a stop and stepped out.

            Summer had made sure to bake herself in the warmth of the day for an hour before they were meant to arrive to get the perfect amount of perspiration to coat her thin fur. It soaked her white tank top just enough so that it clung to her figure and emphasized the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. With that came her spandex shorts that stopped at the middle of her thigh and similarly showed off the lack of underwear with how tight they hugged her toned legs.

            “Glad you could make it, boys,” Summer called out first as she approached them from across her front yard. “I really can't thank you enough for all of this.”

            “It's no problem at all,” said the one named Roger, a thin figured mouse with white fur all over his body save for his ears and around his eyes, of which were dark brown. He had grown out his hair just enough so that it touched his shoulders and made him look like a wannabe rockstar from the 80's. Summer would have thought it cute if not for the fact that he didn't have the appeal or the confidence to pull it off, as hard as he tried.

            Who she did find to be actually cute was the mouse that came around from the driver's side. Phil was of the same stature as his companion with a full coat of russet fur and a pair of glasses that balanced on the bridge of his nose. He seemed to know where his place was and had accepted his general nerdy disposition by keeping his own hair trimmed short save for a lock of bangs that hung over one eye, not too unlike the doberman.

            Phil glanced up to meet Summer's gaze but then swung low to stare at her chest. It lasted for half a second before averting and focusing on the trunk of his car as he fumbled to pop it open with a key, a clear blush crossing his cheeks that was just a hair brighter than the rest of him. Summer did giggle at that, and Roger noticed his partner's unease and rushed to help.

            “Keep it cool, dude,” Roger mumbled almost too low for the doberman to hear as the trunk eventually clicked and lifted. The other mouse just nodded and dove inside to withdraw a car jack while Roger came back with a bag of tools and other items.

            Despite them both looking like they were more suited to play tabletop role-playing games or program software, they in fact broke the mold with their mutual appreciation of car repair and body work. Preferring to be called aspiring technicians, they were nonetheless cast to the same clique as those in Chess Club.

            That was to Summer's advantage and theirs as well, because it meant that their effort to go into college having felt the inside of a pussy was going to pay off. But the doberman wasn't going to make it too easy for them, as even dogs liked to play with their food from time to time.

            She met them just as they both came over the curb to stand on the well-manicured grass. With paws on her hips, she smiled appreciably and took in a deep breath that purposely made her bust rise and fall with the barest hint of a bounce. “I don't think I could have picked a hotter day for this, eh?” she said with a laugh. “I know it's so cliché, but I usually have my dad do this, but he's gone to work. It wouldn't be so bad, but I have a long drive ahead of me tomorrow and I don't wanna bother him when he gets home.”

            “Hey, we're always here to help,” Roger peeped up. He balled fists on his hips as well and pushed out his thin chest in the hopes of coming off as heroic. It might have worked had he not been a head shorter than the doberman. Still, she smiled appreciably.

            “It's right over here, boys,” Summer said and gestured over to the driveway, of which only held her car. She turned and meandered over to it while waving them to follow. As she did, she made sure to sway her hips with each step and could practically feel the full force of their combined stare on her backside and hear the drip of their saliva.

            Somehow managing to not trip over themselves, the mice followed closely and got to work as soon as they were able. “When was the last time you had your oil changed?” Phil asked as he got down on his knees and slipped the jack beneath her vehicle. Finding an appropriate place on the frame, he connected the handle and began pumping it.

            “Gosh I don't really remember, only that my dad said I’d need it before too long. I really don't wanna screw myself out of my only means of getting around, especially before college starts,” she said back.

            “Well, that's why you have us,” Roger said confidently as he set his bag down and opened it. Within were a few small tools, an oil filter, two gallons of oil, and a small oil pan. He went about taking out each item that he figured he needed for the change. By the time he withdrew the last, Phil finished cranking up the front passenger corner of the car.

            The oil pan and tools slid underneath with Roger pushing them over to his friend. It took some effort, but the old filter popped off and the black sludge began draining into the oil pan. The two scurried out from under the car to let the engine empty and popped up to see the doberman leaning against the back passenger door.

            She smiled warmly at the two and they returned the expression. “How long do you think it'll take?” she asked casually.

            “Not too long,” Phil said sheepishly and tried not to stare openly at the beautiful dog.

            “Maybe two minutes tops,” Roger quickly interjected.

            “Oh, that is quick,” Summer said with a nod and shifted away to stand off from the vehicle. As she did, she carelessly let her shirt drag against the hot metal which made the fabric stick. The result was her arm hole, of which was already very loose, drawing so close to her nearest breast that her nipple barely peaked from behind its hem.

            The doberman acted like she didn't notice it, or that she didn't do it on purpose, and the mice had to act like they didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Not wanting to draw her attention to the unintentional slip, Roger and Phil were forced to steal glanced at it from the corner of their eyes while they forced the conversation on.

            Two minutes felt like twenty as Summer brought up the topic of college and where the two were going after their break ended. Just as she thought, the local technical college was offering an associate’s program for engine repair that they had both been accepted in to.

            She wasn't at all surprised that they were going the same route. For as long as anyone back in high school knew either mouse, they had been close friends and were practically inseparable. They almost always had the same teacher going through grade school and they took almost the exact same classes until graduation.

            As their conversation drew on, Summer continued to fidget. Her arm hole migrated farther with each slight movement and before long half her breast was out in the open with her nipple on full display. She had to give the boys credit for their more professional behavior as they never made their looks too obvious, despite how badly they wanted to just stare or do more.

            Amid their talking, Roger unscrewed the cap of an oil jug and began gradually pouring some of its contents into the new filter. Once satisfied with its volume he dipped to his knees and snuck under the car to secure it in place. He returned satisfied with his work and then went about emptying the rest of the new oil into the engine.

            Not wanting to look like he wasn't doing anything, Phil pulled the oil pan out from under the car and began releasing the jack when Roger finished. He became momentarily engrossed in his task to the point that he didn't notice the doberman come up behind. When he turned around, he startled and nearly dropped the used oil, Summer's bare breast hovering almost at eye level and so close that he could smell the intoxicating perspiration that rolled from her fit figure.

            “All done?” she asked and gazed at him with half lidded eyes, the corner of her mouth quirked smugly.

            There was no concealing his fixation now. His wide eyes and gawked expressed meant that Summer could also no longer hold up her own playful charade. One quick look down at herself and she let out a lighthearted laugh while quickly tugging her shirt over to conceal the malfunction. “Whoops! Sorry about that,” she continued to giggle.

            “Ah! I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare,” Phil squeaked and turned away, his face already burning red.

            Roger watched the interaction play out and sighed silently to himself while rolling his eyes. The guy couldn't keep his cool, could he? He thought to himself. “What did you do?” he asked after closing the hood and setting down the empty jugs.

            “I... uh... I didn't...” Phil stammered and looked to his friend for help.

            “Oh, it's nothing. I accidentally flashed him,” Summer laughed as she came to stand by the frozen mouse's side and bumped him lightly with her shoulder.

            “Heh, lucky him,” Roger joked, as if he hadn't been enjoying the view the whole time as well.

            Momentarily snapped from his embarrassment, Phil quickly brought the oil pan over to the empty jugs and upended its contents into them. Roger busied himself with taking the car jack back to his vehicle and met the other mouse as he came lugging the refilled gallons. In hardly any time at all their job was done and they were making like they were ready to take off.

            “I surely hope you're not gunna leave without me paying you for your work,” Summer said as she followed Phil back.

            “There's no need for that,” Roger replied with a wide smile while leaning against his car.

            “No,” the doberman snapped firmly, sounding harsher than she intended but she wasn't going to let this plan fall through because of chivalry. “You boys helped me out, now I'm going to help you out. We've got cold drinks and some snacks that you can have before you leave. Besides, your paws are dirty. You at least need to wash up.”

            Summer didn't let either mouse continue to give excuses or try to wiggle out of the situation. She simply turned and began walking back towards her house while giving the barest hint of a wave for them to follow. It only took the mice a second to share a look of wonderment before doing exactly that.

            Entering the doberman's house, the boys were mystified by how much larger it looked on the inside than out. Not given much time to really let their eyes wander, they kept close behind as she directed them to the kitchen. Upon finding the clean sink, Phil and Roger meandered over to scrub themselves while Summer sauntered over to the fridge.

            “We have some Coke, orange juice, milk, or lemon seltzer, what do you guys think?” she asked while leaning in to grab a can of Coke for herself.

            “I'll take a seltzer,” Roger said back after finding a nearby towel to dry himself while Phil lathered soap between his fingers.

            “I'm fine with that too,” the other mouse added.

            The doberman nodded as she grabbed two cans of seltzer and then opened the freezer to take out three cherry popsicles. She brought her haul over to the island in the middle of the kitchen and laid each out in front of an empty chair. Taking her cue, the mice slid up to the counter and took their seats.

            “Thank you so much for this,” Roger said as he popped the tab on his drink. “Usually when we do oil for a friend, they can't wait to get rid of us.”

            “Well, that's rude,” Summer replied as she popped open her Popsicle and slid the wrapper off. She made a show of drawing her tongue from its base to tip and staining her pink tongue red in the process. It was a sight that made both boys freeze and stare before Phil quickly cleared his throat to break the silence.

            “Don't you have a couple siblings? This house seems deserted,” Phil asked and pulled his eyes away from the recurring laps that the dog rained on her treat.

            “Yeah, it's a real cemetery around here. Everyone is out for the day, I've got the whole place to myself,” Summer explained as she popped the tab on her soda with her free paw and took a quick sip.

            “Lucky, I can never get a moment of peace at my place,” Roger said.

            “Even with a lot of people around, this place feels really empty. It's probably the size,” the doberman continued with a shrug and then began nibbling on her treat.

            Both mice nodded and fell into a semi awkward silence as they continued to drink their seltzer and lap at their popsicles while forcing idle conversation. Summer could tell they were still a little nervous being around her, clearly not used to talking to women. It was no surprise to her how they were still virgins, something that would soon be rectified.

            Before long the three were left holding red sticks and nearly drained cans as the conversation dwindled once more. In this more casual atmosphere, the boys had grown more confidant and less reserved, so their truer colors showed themselves. In a particular lull between topics the doberman decided to make her move.

            “My wallet is upstairs in my room, do you wanna follow me up?” she asked after collecting their garbage and tossing it in the nearby bin. Both tried to hand wave away the need to be repaid but Summer simply gave them a firm look and gestured for them to come with as she headed for the stairs. Once again, they shut their mouths and followed.

            Summer couldn't conceal her grin as she led the way to her room and meandered in without a word. Her guests kept silently on her heel all the way and passed her by as she waited near the door. Once they were well within, she closed the door with a firm thud that caused them both to turn and look at her with a sudden feeling of unease, like they had fallen into some kind of trap. In truth they had.

            From the pocket of her shorts, the doberman withdrew a folded twenty-dollar bill and held it out to them between her index and middle finger. Roger was the one that accepted it and slowly came to realize how off that exchange was. As he looked down at the money, he felt Phil suddenly go stiff beside him and an abrupt labored tone come to his breathing. Roger's eyes flicked up at his friend and then at the doberman, to whom he was staring. He almost dropped the money as the image of the topless woman was fully registered, her bare breasts entirely out in the open.

            “I've heard a rumor regarding you two,” Summer began casually as she folded her arms under her breasts to push them out and squeeze their sides. “You were hoping to lose those pesky virginities before college. Seems like something I'd be able to help out with given all you've done for me today.”

            Roger swallowed hard and Phil swayed slightly as if he was on the verge of passing out. Though silence enveloped the room in that moment, that didn't stop the doberman from continuing to undress. Her shorts slid down her thighs in a slow tantalizing motion, her hips swaying slightly to further draw her guests' attention. She followed them down to her knees and then straightened to reveal her full naked figure.

            “Do...do you really mean that?” Phil was the first to speak up, surprising his friend.

            “I do,” Summer said with a warm smile and then crossed the room to join the mice. Roger flinched when she came to stand just a couple feet away, but his friend stayed still.

            Roger composed himself and cleared his throat. “How do we know this isn't a trick?”

            Summer snickered at that and quirked a brow at him. “If this were a trick, wouldn't I be the most vulnerable person here? Worst case scenario you'd get to say you saw me naked and grope my tits.”

            Momentary confusion crossed both boys' faces before the doberman suddenly grasped both of their nearest paws and forcefully placed them on her breasts at once. Their eyes went wide as they looked down in disbelief at what they were touching but the stun didn't last long. Phil was the first to gently squeeze his fingers against the soft flesh then Roger did the same. They continued to feel over and weigh each mound against their palms even when Summer dropped her paws.

            “Better?” she asked and shivered as Phil progressed from simply touching her breast to lightly pinching her nipple between his fingers. Both boys nodded in robotically in unison. “Good. Now strip down and get on my bed.”

            The mice snapped from their momentary reverie and shared a concerned look between them. Things were going so fast that neither was sure if it really was the right move or not to go through with the proposal. The doberman knew better though, this offer was much too good for a couple of awkward virgins to pass up.

            A triumphant smirk played across Summer's face as both mice withdrew their paws and began undoing their pants and pulling their shirts over their heads. The dog stepped back to observe as they stripped down to nothing, even their socks getting discarded. Roger was bashful at first and let his paws drape in front of his groin in a halfhearted attempt to cover up but when he looked over to see that Phil was proudly displaying himself, already halfway hard, he gave up and let his arms lay flat against his sides.

            As far as mice went, both boys were about average in size. As far as pleasure would go, Summer was certain there would be more to be desired. Worse yet was their no doubt ineptitude with sex, and she secretly hoped that they had watched enough porn to know at least a little of what to do.

            The doberman didn't let any of this thought process show on her face though. She smiled warmly and took them both by the paw again and lead them over to her bed. She oriented them to stand in front of it while she sat on its edge and drew them so close that their shoulders touched. Their cocks hovered a few inches from her face, surprisingly growing in size as their excitement for the situation overshadowed their nervousness. That was a good start for what was to come next.

            With both paws working in unison, Summer gently wrapped her fingers around each member and lifted them to get a better look at what she was looking at. After a few moments of idle assessment, she leaned in towards Phil's cock and eagerly drew it between her lips.

            The mouse gave a startled, half-choked gasp as the warmth of her mouth encapsulated him. Her wiggling wet tongue ran along the underside of his length as she drew a tight suction. She dipped all the way down until her nose pressed against his pelvis. She held him there for a few seconds as she concentrated on tasting him and encouraging him to grow, which he quickly did. The salty musky flavor of the day still clung to his fur, and she could smell as such.

            Phil began squeaking moans as the intense pleasure wound over his cock and through his hips. He couldn't hold back from bucking against her even though he tried to restrain himself. One of his paws even grasped the top of her head purely on reaction while the other hovered back as if searching for a place to rest as well.

            Roger watched with wide eyes at the display. Summer had barely caressed his shaft or played with it, and he was already standing hard and eager to join in. He didn't dare interject though, fearing that it might make him sound desperate and unappealing. Even as his friend enjoyed the comforting slurps and licks for what felt like a full minute.

            Seeming to have read Roger's mind, Summer slowly withdrew from the throbbing dick in front of her and pivoted to address the patiently awaiting boy. The lingering saliva on Phil's member worked well as a lube when she replaced her paw on his shaft and began pumping it from base to tip in an effort to keep him hard.

            Just as before, she took the other mouse's cock entirely in her muzzle with one motion and was pleased to find that while Phil was a little longer, Roger was in fact thicker by a quarter inch. She murmured pleasantly at this revelation and began swirling her tongue all around the surface of his dick while she gradually bobbed her head. Her lips formed a tight seal and the similar vacuum that she induced encouraged even more blood to fill his length than was already there.

            Summer carefully measured her time on him so as to not give the impression that some kind of favoritism going on, even though she didn't need to do as much work to get him where she wanted. Despite her effort neither boy seemed to notice. They both arched their backs and let their moans spill as frequently as their breaths. Heads lulled and eyes narrowed to slits or rolled in their sockets.

            When her allotted time passed, the doberman drew back and encouraged both mice to come even closer by hooking her paws around their thighs and pulling. They oriented themselves enough and angled their pelvises just as she directed, their cocks coming so close that they nearly touched. Summer leaned in again and this time she accepted both cock tips into her mouth at once.

            She couldn't get a tight seal to create some good suction, but she could work her tongue along both pyres. She curled her slippery appendage between the lengths and ground it down as she sank far enough to take them both to the halfway point. Saliva dripped messily down her chin as she wrapped her paws as best she could around the remaining bases and pumped them while she dipped back and forth.

            The pleasured squeaks resumed louder now and this time a paw from each mouse rested on top of her ears. Fingers interwove through her hair as she picked up her pace and intensity, making the suckling laps and wet slurps as loud as she could to set the atmosphere. Every so often the boys would get overzealous and pull her in one direction or the other, their hips rutting forward in an attempt to fuck her muzzle. She was still stronger than them and was always able to resist their efforts but before long they became frequent and relayed that they were ready for something more.

            Stray drops of saliva fell from the action and landed on the doberman's breasts to soak into the fur and add to the sloppy aesthetic. When she eventually pulled back from both cocks, she let a thick wad of her saliva linger on their girths and stretch from them to her lips. When it broke it landed on her bust, of which she pushed out proudly while returning to pumping both dicks in unison.

            “All right, I think you're both ready,” Summer proclaimed and stood up.

            She firmly grasped Roger's shoulder, not caring that her paws were still wet and sticky, and guided him to get on the bed. He eagerly followed her direction and laid back all the way with his head coming to a rest on one of her pillows. She crawled over him and turned around to face towards his feet as she positioned her pelvis over his.

            Not to be forgotten, Phil climbed up as well, knelt beside his friend, and watched as the doberman lined Roger's cock to her hairy entrance. The mouse's body stiffened as she sank down, her soaked depths accepting him to the base with little effort. He did his best to stifle a sharp moan of ecstasy, but he wasn't very successful. Summer's weight settled on him with a wiggle of her hips to stir his member and cement her comfortable position before she began riding.

            Summer had to admit, despite his size Roger felt better than she expected. Though something about this situation made her unexpectedly wet and excited. It slowly dawned on her that this was a new fetish that she didn't realize she had that caused her body to feel even more sensitive than usual. With this revelation came a pleasured moan and a thrilled giggle as she began to pick up her pace and fervor.

            From below her bouncing hips, Roger fought to remain coherent. He grasped feebly at the covers at his sides, balling hem into fists and pulling as he wrestled with the torrent of intense pleasure. His moans came out as surprised gasps as each motion of her constricting depths against his sensitive flesh had his mind reeling. Despite it all his body worked with the doberman, bucking up to meet her downward strokes.

            Summer fell into a consistent rhythm and relaxed her figure to fully enjoy the building ecstasy. Her minded waded in a blissful pool, eyes not concentrating on much as they hovered half closed. A stroke of a paw against her breast brought her back to the moment and made her look over to where Phil still knelt.

            One of his paws pumped his cock while the other danced its fingers and lightly squeezed her sensitive mound. The mouse seemed content with himself at the moment, but she chastised herself for not giving him equal attention. She hastily reached out and pushed away the paw on his cock so that she could replace it with her own and resume the motion. He cooed from the touch and sidled closer.

            Much like Roger, Phil began rolling his hips against her palm as the doberman squeezed and relaxed her grip in time with her stroke. She watched the sway of his body and found it to be surprisingly confidant and consistent. She almost wondered if he truly was a virgin and if he had done something like this before. She thought it best to not dwell on the subject, ignorance still earned her points after all, and he didn't correct her when she proposed this exchange.

            The squeak of the bed mixed with the smack of the doberman's hips bouncing against Roger's lap. Their moans intertwined musically as neither mouse got excessively loud and the control that Summer exerted had her enjoying the moment without going crazy. The pleasure was even starting to build through her core which she found to be a pleasant surprise. It also made her realize that her lovers, despite this being their first time, hadn't shown any signs of getting closer to their climaxes yet. Mice with endurance was something she wasn't expecting and was pleased nonetheless, but now it was time to really ramp things up.

            “Come here, Phil,” Summer whispered and locked her gaze to his. The mouse perked and met her eyes and then looked down to where she was gesturing. He dropped his paw from her breast, of which had been playing with her nipple, and crawled to position himself between her thighs. Upon feeling his friend's presence, Roger shifted his legs farther apart to give as much room as Phil needed between them.

            Summer giggled as Phil's face flushed even brighter than usual, his eyes now roaming her body like he was seeing it for the first time once again. If that wasn't confirmation that he was still a virgin then she didn't know what was, as he no doubt realized that these were the last seconds of him holding that title.

            Both of the doberman's paws grasped him by the hips and pulled closer. He got to the point that the boys' hips pushed together despite them trying not to touch, which she found to be incredibly amusing especially for what was coming next. Summer leaned back and pulled her legs out from under herself so that she was fully sitting on Roger's lap before she continued to pull Phil closer. One of her paws transitioned to the base of his cock to keep him lined up while the other reached back to steady herself.

            “U-uh, Roger's already in there...” Phil muttered and watched with ever widening eyes as his member pushed against the thick fuzz over her pussy before nudging down.

            “I know,” Summer said with a toothy grin.

            Both mice stiffened as their cocks pressed together, unsure of how to feel about such an interaction. The lingering hesitation didn't last long as the doberman continued to encourage Phil forward, his weight now behind the motion as the tip of his cock found purchase against her entrance and pushed in alongside Roger's.

            The tightness of her pussy intensified and all three uttered a longing moan as both boys sank to the hilt in one motion. If not for how soaked Summer was it might have been harder to accomplish, but regardless she was able to seat them comfortably.

            “F-fuck that's so good,” she breathed and began rocking her hips. As if hoping back on a bike, the mice resumed their earlier thrusting like they hadn't even stopped. Though Roger was constrained by the two bodies above him, Phil was able to fall into a more rapid tempo that had their shared pleasure spiking.

            Two mice cocks at once equaled the girth of a horse and the way they pumped into her at unequal intervals had her mind melting. Long howls spilled free as she let her jaw hang open and her tongue loll out. Her breasts bounced chaotically as her body became assaulted by the growing blissful energy.

            Time was lost on the doberman as minutes passed of the relentless motion. The boys worked in tandem, both pushing against each other to grind their cocks together and against her tightening cunt. Her juices spilled freely down their shafts and soaked their laps as their efforts built up speed and strength. She clenched her teeth as the amazing sensations stroked the nerves through her core and sent more of her essence sputtering around their dicks.

            “S-shit, I'm gunna cum!” Roger said through grit teeth and clenched eyes.

            “M-me too!” Phil huffed desperately and then stiffened with realization. “We don't have condoms!”

            “Wha...” Roger mumbled groggily, only partially understanding the point of the statement. Obviously, they didn't have condoms, no way this would feel as good if they did.

            Summer's attention, however, snapped hard into focus and she leveled a firm stare at the mouse in front of her. “Don't pull out,” she demanded with a growl.

            “B-but-” he squeaked, conflicted and on the verge of doing just that. He wasn't given the chance, as the doberman's legs suddenly locked around his hips and kept him firmly in place. The sudden dominant energy that exuded from the woman broke the remaining barriers for both mice at once.

            In a conjoined chorus of crying squeaks and moans, Phil and Roger's bodies shivered and stiffened, their cocks straining at their largest size as their balls clung tight to their groins and unleashed the full volume within. Thick strands and globs painted Summer's pussy walls and filled her to the brim. Both struggled to cope with the winding intensity as they emptied every last drop of gooey cum to the point that it began leaking out. Much like their combined sizes, they seemed to have the load of a horse as well.

            The bed was an absolute mess by the time the doberman unclasped her legs from Phil's waist. He flopped back on his ass and panted heavily while he surveyed the scene between her legs. Thick strands of white painted her pussy lips and soaked the course bush around it. There were even a couple of wispy lines that momentarily connected the tip of his still hard member to her entrance.

            With a pleasured sigh of relief and accomplishment, Summer lifted from Roger's lap. As soon as his cock pulled free there came a rush of mouse cum that drooled down over her butt and dripped to the already massive damp spot on the bed. She flopped down beside the white mouse and dug her paw between her thighs to sink fingers into the milky mixture.

            “So, how was your first times?” she asked, still grinning as she brought the gooey digits to her mouth and suckled them clean. The taste of their jizz was rich and musky, no doubt capable of siring a huge litter of pups with its vitality.

            The mice stole awkward glances at each other as they regained their composure, the realization that they had cum on each other's cocks still lingering but going unaddressed. “It was awesome,” Roger said first to break the silence.

            “Yeah...” Phil agreed and bit his lip. “But...I'm still hard?”

            The doberman looked down at Phil's lap as she lapped at her paw after bringing it up from a second adventure to her sloppy cunt. She was surprised to see that it was true, but not only that, it was throbbing and ready to go for another round.

            “Me too,” Roger added, making the others look over to see the same.

            “Well, we can't send you guys home with flagpoles like that. Guess we have another round to go through,” Summer said nonchalantly while smirking.

            “Do we have the time?” Phil asked quickly.

            “Of course,” Summer replied.

            “Could we...maybe take turns this time?” Roger interjected.

            Summer laughed and nodded. “I suppose so, but I need you two to do something for me first.” She scooted over to the side of her bed and leaned over the edge to reach for the drawer of her bedside table.

            With her back turned away, the mice shared a slightly concerned look, their earlier fears of a prank re-surfacing. “What might that be?” Roger asked hesitantly.

            “Oh, nothing too major,” the doberman said as she withdrew the familiar notebook from its hidden place. 

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