Heat. Estrus. The word alone puts thoughts of wet pussy in male minds and the pheromones it cooks up in the female loins can make horny boys line up for blocks with their dicks in their hands.

When Jamie went into heat, there was nothing the jackal could do to keep every john in the apartment from showing up at her door, drooling and panting like zombies out for a little tender flesh. Once in the past she had given in to their offers and the result had been a staggering gangbang the likes of which her pussy couldn't take again. None of them went for the mouth or the ass, everybody wanting to dump a nut in her poor, throbbing box. But what also dissuaded her was the fact that she had a relationship with a live-in boyfriend; and though Aaron found it funny and rather hot the first and only time it happened, Jamie was still unnerved at the idea of becoming the apartment glory hole for a second time.

The fact that Jamie had surreptitiously locked herself away in the apartment's single bedroom and thus relegated Aaron to the pull-out couch was in itself a joke to him. He could smell the evidence of her heat in the apartment like a miasma and after days of seeing not hide nor hair of the jackal but smelling her needy pussy, he was about ready to take matters into his own hands.

There Aaron was on the couch, looking like a bachelor and functioning like one with his preferred pussy deemed out of commission by its owner. Tall, handsome, pierced about the ears and marked with ink under his fur, Aaron looked like he sounded with a lazy, cool street drawl. A kangaroo toned with muscle and dressed down with sandy fur, Aaron looked like trouble but usually kept it to himself. With his handsome blonde dreads, blue flesh and perpetually impish smile, he looked to also be a fine slice of ghetto meat.

Aaron was not necessarily a slob but neither did he have a fine touch for housework. His meals had largely been whatever cheap crap he could find in the cupboard and his drinks, out of choice, were evidenced by a platoon of empties on the coffee table. But those cans and bottles were from nights before and Aaron was very much lucid as he lay sideways, watching TV in the middle of the night with no interest in what was showing. In just boxer shorts, most facets of his hard body were bare. His thick tail thumped a lazy beat on the cushions and his big, blue cock ached under musky cloth. It was unlike Aaron to lie and stew in his arousal; but the fact that Jamie had turned the bedroom into a cock-proof bunker precluded release. For as patient as he could be, though, Aaron had to admit that he was getting fed-up with Jamie holing herself up and hiding away. Who better to take care of an achy, needy snatch than the boomer she called her boyfriend, after all?

Noble purpose saw Aaron stand up tall from the sofa. He ignored the TV and glanced at the clock. 2 AM, give or take. He walked to the bedroom almost silently on big, padded kangaroo feet and pressed an ear to the door. Over the rush of a fan turned on for chaff noise, Aaron heard a wet slop and a telltale buzz. While a rather creepy smile spread across his snout, he tweaked his cock in his boxers and listened more intently. Next came a soft little croon from Jamie and a whimper to boot. She most certainly needed an intervention.

In the kitchen Aaron found a steel skewer. Like a riot officer ready for a raid, he tensed up at the doorknob and he slipped the skewer into the lock release. It took no finesse, just a push before the lock dramatically clicked. That naughty grin was wider than ever when Aaron dropped the skewer, twisted the knob and flung the door inward.

Jamie yelped and flopped aside at the sight of Aaron. A sizable collection of silicone dicks in many shapes, sizes, species and colors were strewn about the bed like a little girl's doll collection and the freshest of them all, a handsome knotted beast, buzzed away in the sheets with a fresh sheen of slippery lube and Jamie's own special coating upon it.

"Aaron, hey!" Jamie shrieked with a blush on her cheeks and a sheet tugged hastily and ineffectually over her midriff. It only then occurred to her to grab the toy to turn it off but Aaron picked up by its plump knotted base not at all shyly.

"Shit, girl, who knew you had so many dicks? Oh, I'm sorry, what'cha call these? Personal massagers?" He dropped the buzzing toy on the bed with his grin more prominent and smug than ever. "I got all the cock you need right fuckin' here, you know," and for what he hoped to be theatrical effect but instead came across as the the lewd bluntness of a horny thug, Aaron shoved his boxers down.

Those soft brown eyes of Jamie's fell on Aaron's fat, blue meat and they lingered upon it. It was impossible to take her eyes off of that shaft and she knew from experience that those handsome barbells staggered up the bottom were quite unlike any of the embellished toys she had on her bed. But for all her legitimate cock hunger, Jamie bleated, "Aaron, no! What if you knocked me up, huh?"

If Aaron heard Jamie at all, he didn't show it when he lunged on her and pinned her to the bed. As she shrieked in surprise he tugged away the sheet to bare her hourglass body. Putting himself up close and personal with the jackal allowed him to smell the musk of her heat with more potency than ever before and the scent of such a damp cunt made his decorated cock twitch and spit pre onto her belly.

The kangaroo bumped his blunt tip into the jackal's cuntlips and from her other lips came a dismal cry. She braced her paws on his chest and stared pleadingly at his lewd face when the first inches of his meat entered her nearly without friction for all her recent silicone practice. "Ooh, gawd, Aaron," the jackal gasped, "I don't want a pup, babe..."

"Jeezus, shut the fuck up, shorty, you're gettin' fucked tonight," Aaron snarled in his sloppy way. Inch for inch, Aaron was certainly not as large or as interesting as some of the toys Jamie had strewn around the bed but unlike those toys, his flesh throbbed with life and it carried with it a very real danger not unlike a loaded gun. Before he was even hilted into the squirming and whining jackal he started to pull back, only to grind back in and bury the flesh to the hilt this time around. Those plump balls over top of the shaft enticingly sagged with sticky marsupial spunk, the delivery of which wouldn't be far off what with how pent-up the kangaroo was and thanks to how very snug, wet and ripe with musk Jamie's cunt proved to be.

One dismayed cry after another escaped Jamie's lips as Aaron rutted her slow but deep. Every time he entered that pussy he thought she was trying to pull him in deeper, as if her cunt was savoring his pierced dick even if she didn't consciously want it all that much. To him it didn't matter. For as much as he played it up as giving her what she really needed, he was really just taking what he wanted.

A rough paw of Aaron's sleazed up to one of Jamie's tits to palm and squeeze it. Full of hormones as she was, her tits were extra plump and tender and their black nipples were swollen and puffy. It occurred to the kangaroo that he could've sucked milk right out of her tits but he was there to breed, not suckle mother's milk.

"Ah, ooh gawd," Jamie gasped as she clamped her paws around Aaron's wrist, "my boobs are so sensitive!"

"Yeah, and that ain't all," Aaron chuckled through his teeth. "You sure you ain't bullshittin' me, girl? Feels to me like you want this dizzle like nobody's fuckin' bid'ness..."

Jamie practically yowled in frustration. "It's the he-e-eat," she cried, "I can't help it, I need to fuck but I don't want a pup!"

"Yeah, yeah, shut it," Aaron grinned. "Guess if I dump my nuts in you I'mma just have to put a rock on that finger once and for all, ain't that right?"

The jackal blushed at the notion and she closed her mouth tight. It was then that Aaron started to really go at her snatch in the brutal, athletic manner which she had come to expect from the tough boomer. He planted his dense feet up on the bed and pulled himself up, Jamie's pelvis coming up with him. Like so, he curled her fine body into a loose C with her weight on her shoulders. From then it was like a piledriver when he smashed his hips down into her cunt for one good buck after another. His cock reamed her snatch but those barbells dragged her walls in a lewd way not even those toys could manage. All the while he dumped endless pre into that needful pussy and Jamie never ceased her yowling or gasping but she had at least given up on telling Aaron to stop. Never did she change her mind about children, but the sex was too good to pass up; and she knew Aaron wasn't going to quit.

"Fuck, fuck fuck fu-u-uck," Aaron hissed through his teeth. He was gripping the backs of Jamie's knees less for balance or leverage and more to remind her just whose bitch she was. With her in such a good position, Aaron had only to work with his huge, strong legs and that saw him rutting Jamie hard enough to make the jackal squeal and gasp and, as far as Aaron could tell, even squirt rather covertly. For all the mess her cunt was covering his cock in, she could've gotten off a dozen times since he started and the smell would've been no more helpful in placing just how much she was getting off.

Teeth grit and tail lashing, Aaron fucked Jamie less like a lover and more like a nasty son of a bitch plowing a cheap whore. "Good fuckin' pussy, my bitch got the best fuckin' pussy in town," Aaron grunted through his teeth. His dreads were a haphazard tangle and his ears were splayed all the way back against his skull for sloppy effect. Every plunge into Jamie's snatch was a wet and noisy affair and the neighbors above were undoubtedly wondering what the commotion was as Jamie squealed and gasped.

A shudder overtook Aaron's hard body when his plump balls drew in closer to his groin. Through lurid eyes he watched Jamie pant and whine and watched her thick tits jiggle and bounce with every buck; and he felt a sense of accomplishment. For what exactly he wasn't sure but getting a nut off in his girl was a good enough reason, he supposed.

While he pressed down with his hips all the more to grind his cock in for the grand finale, Aaron heatedly asked, "Why the fuck you been hiding this pussy from me, shorty?" Before she could possibly answer, he came with a deep and shuddered groan. Into Jamie went his entire cock, buried and enveloped in supple jackal pussyflesh.

Just as the first rope of virile kangaroo spunk jetted into her snatch, Jamie helplessly bleated, "Shit, not inside of me..."

"Ah yeah," Aaron rudely sniggered as he ground his climaxing cock into her walls, "in-fuckin'-side of you, girly-girl." For all his huffing and tension post-climax, Aaron was particularly cocky and lewd as he rubbed it in figuratively and otherwise. It was such a load that, even upended as she was, Jamie's cunt drooled kangaroo spunk around Aaron's plugging meat.

"Oh, my god," Jamie groaned. But with the sex over, she let out a deep sigh. "What now?"

"Hm," Aaron muttered. After all of five seconds he crooned, as he started to tentatively grind again, "Gotta give you every drop I got, shorty, nature says so..."