"Yes . . . ‘butt.’ It's what you'll never see again if you don't hold on a little while longer," she almost snarled, confirming Nathan's concern. She actually lifter her shoulders up a bit higher, letting Matthew ram his shaft down her throat while she grabbed some of Chris's chest hair and hung on for the ride.

Nathan just had to grin and bare it as he prayed his two comrades wills would weaken. As it turned out, Anya's will was the first to cave, and it set everything else in motion. Her back arched almost in a jerk as her body trembled in anticipation of her upcoming pleasure. Her vaginal walls ensnared Chris's member and her asshole clamped down on Nathan's stick. She proceeded to suck Matthew's rod like the vacuum of space, and the four of them climaxed within seconds of each other.

For Nathan, there was no relief as sweet as filling that beautiful woman's butt with cream, particularly in light of his agonizing delay.

He heard Anya sigh with contentment as Matthew gave her another Load to swallow, and he knew that the squishy noise coming from her pussy was in at least some small part to Chris leaving a second deposit there.

Anya licked the sticky, salty remnants of Matthew's gift from her lips and smiled, turning her head so she could see each of her lovers' faces. A camaraderie existed between them that defied convention and logic, but cared little for either.

"So, anyone else ready for seconds?" the Latin babe asked with a devilish smile.

Nat sat quietly, listening to the sounds of carnal satisfaction echoing from the station behind her. She bore them no ill will, but did feel a trifle lonely. She glanced down the tunnel toward Red's room . . . the room that held so many wonderful memories. She smiled.

They were indeed some good memories. Then, she heard footsteps behind her.

"I wish I was even partially gay," Talia said softly as she sat down beside her old friend.

"I'd let you get a little action tonight," she chuckled.

Natasha wrinkled her nose.

"Not after you've been with THAT beast you wouldn't," she replied, looking back towards the cubby hole Tarloh usually slept in.

"I don't even have that enhanced sense of smell you furries have, and I can smell the sex on you!"

“Don't be bitter just because Talia started, then quickly stopped.

“Because I made my choice and now Red isn't available anymore?" Nat finished.

"Broken record babe. I got that message. I. . . strangely, I'm worried about Red."

“Worried Talia asked, here eyebrows shooting up.

"Red's as tough as they come."

"In a fight, yes. But she never really had a chance to be a young woman. She was turned and fighting for her life while most girls were worried about prom dresses and first dates. She may be good at sex . . . in no small part to my own mad skills," Nat said with a wry grin, “but this . . . this is different. I've never seen her so bent out of shape, and it's all because of Jane." Nat shook her head.

"Talia, I know you like the girl, and you know her a lot better than I do, but Jane . . . Jane is broken. And Red ain't the type to put things together again. And you know as well as I that if she sets her mind to trying and fails, it'll screw her up."

Talia sighed.

"I think you underestimate Red. Red NEEDS to protect people, and no one needs to protected more than Jane. You . . . you were so strong and stubborn that you never really needed Red. You wanted her, sure . . . but you didn't need her. But you're right about one thing. This is new territory for her. And it had to happen eventually." Talia took her friend's hand.

"Nat, I think Red's in love with that broken down, basket-case of a girl. And that relationship, kinda like this fight we're in, has to play through to the end."

"You're gonna take all the fun out of my worrying, aren't you?" Nat grumbled. If she wasn't going to be getting laid, she at LEAST wanted to be feeling righteous. Now, she wasn't getting either.