Poor little dear...

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Dox sighed heavily as he made his way out of the large sliding glass doors of the Emergency Room entrance and made his way to his car tiredly. Dox was considered a prodigy in the medical community, and it was only this fact that allowed him to work at all due to the fact he was a wolf. Furries were most commonly looked down upon in the states, which gave them little or no chance of finding decent jobs or spots for scholarships. But due to the degree of skill he proved with tooth and nail, he earned his name and an operation theater of his own to secure his future. It was a
sad fact but as far as he was concerned there wasn't much to be done about public feelings. He felt some pride for
bringing furries closer to equailty due to his position but it wasn't enough to help them all.

It was evident everywhere the mistreatment some of the other furries caught from the humans and other species that
proudly trampled those to timid to keep afloat. And as that thought crossed his mind he grimaced deeply and tried
to shake the dark thought away, but to his dismay it was thrown back into his face in reality incarnate when he
passed the alleyway close to the orphanage that operated by the hospital parking lot. It was a girl, and by
the way she seemed tossed to the side had reached the age of eighteen and thrown out. He hated the orphanage with a
passion as the inhabitance were forced into hard labor and disposed of when they reached adulthood. Worse yet there
wasn't any such thing as education to the young ones, only work to eat and keep warm or starve outside. There was
a half a foot of snow still on the ground, and it was coming in now thickly enough to obscure her slightly. The rags
she was wearing curled into a ball wasn't enough to keep her anywhere near warm enough, and from here he could see
she wasn't shivering. His pace increased as he made his way towards her. The fact she wasn't shivering meant she
was close to collapse if not already so and in shock.

When he got to her and carefully turned her over, he had to keep from gasping in surprise. She was absolutely beautiful,
from head to foot, even though the grime that marred her appearance. She was some type of canine, but from the way
she looked she was malnourished, and for how long she had been out here he couldn't tell. Gently, he placed a hand on
her shoulder and shook softly. "Honey, can you hear me? I'm here to help you." He said soothingly as he slipped his
hands under her and lifted her from the cold ground and snow. It was then Dox had the sad revelation as to why someone
so gorgeous had been abandoned. She was some sort of hybrid, and he eased the rags away to see the multicolored
soft wings. How she had survived for this long as a hybrid he might never know. It was bad enough to be a furry, but god
she would have been considered an outcast by both even disregarding her obvious beauty. He carried her quickly back
to his truck, worried now more than ever that she might have been attacked and the disturbing lightness of her within
his arms. Opening the driver side door, he climbed in easing her into the passenger side seat to seat belt her and closed
the door quickly. Turning on the engine, he flicked the heat to high as he backed out of the parking lot and made his
way home with her at his side. His hand drifted over to gently rub her head and ear. "Hang on honey, were almost there.
I'll get you something hot to eat and cleaned up so you can tell me what happened."

Subject: Re: Poor little dear... Sun Apr 27, 2008 2:18 pm

Duckie, as she had been called because of her wings, had been lying on the sidewalk for about three and a half days--since she had been thrown out so carelessly. As far as she knew (or not, considering her current condition) she had just turned eighteen. It hadn't been snowing at all when she had been kicked out of the orphanage, so she was freezing from lying in it. It really was a shock when she felt warm hands on her icy body, but she didn't dare move. Duckie practically melted in Dox's arms when he picked her up. He was the first person who had treated her without judging her, but she was frightened that he would throw her back on the ground to let her die. She was relieved when he carried her to his truck, but still frightened. The heat felt amazing, but it also led her to start shivering violently. Her teeth chattered together harshly, and she couldn't begin to form a single word. She curled into a ball on the seat and rested her forehead against the cool glass. Her arms were wrapped around her legs, and she murred softly as his hands stroked her sensitive ears, trying to keep her warm. For some reason, his gentle words weren't registering in Duckie's mind.

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Dox pulled into the underground parking lot and cut the engine, lifting her up and kicking the car door shut as he made his way to the elevator with her held close in his arms. Once inside he pushed the button to take them forty floors up until the doors opened to a open hall way. His keys were still in his hands as he unlocked the door at the end of the
hallway and opened the door to the master suite of his apartment complex. Giving the door a backwards punt, he carried
her to the soft plush carpet that was in front of the burning fireplace and set her down. He yanked the thick soft blanket
from off the couch and wrapped her gently in it as he murmured into her ear. "It's ok now honey, you can get warm here
while I get you something to eat and drink." Getting up he literally ran to his large kitchen to take the left over
marinated chicken he had grilled the day prior, and heated it up in the microwave as he spooned a large plate of hot rice
and plopped the now steaming slightly chicken on top. He made her a large glass of Gatorade, knowing she'd need the
electrolytes and carried the lot over to her on a tray. Moving behind her, he slipped his hands around her narrow waist
and eased her into a sitting position on one of the large pillows from the couch. "Easy now honey, don't eat to fast or
it might come back up with how weak you are right now."

Subject: Re: Poor little dear... Sun Apr 27, 2008 2:44 pm

Duckie curled up under the blanket and lay down on the floor, feeling much safer than ever before. It was something new, but she wasn't going to complain. At least he was kind enough to actually care for a wretch like her. She waited patiently for him to return, and as he reheated the food, her mouth began to water. The orphanage never had food that smelled that good, and she wanted to eat it as fast as she could. One thing she had learned in that hellhole was that food was a precious thing and to eat like you would never eat again...but that was mostly because the others would steal it from you if you ate too slowly. When he came back and helped her sit up, she relaxed against him and sighed. Duckie knew he was right, since she hadn't eaten since she was thrown out, and the food they had in the orphanage was horrible tasting and nutrition free. She took the piece of chicken in her hands and sniffed it before taking a small bite. It was all she could do to not inhale it in one bite after that. She made it through half of the food on the plate and curled up in his arms, not caring if he killed her now. At least she would die happy and full. That half she ate was more than she had ever eaten in the orphanage.

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Dox frowned as she had only finished half the plate, and wondered exactly how much the generous orphanage had really given the girl to eat. She was filthy from being out in the slush of snow and dirt, and he carefully lifted her up and carried her down the hallway into the master bedroom. Flicking on the lights he headed towards the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub with her in his lap as he turned on the hot water. The tub was huge, but it filled quickly with hot water from the large facet. Cutting the water off he suddenly realized what he'd have to do. Very gently, he slipped the tattered rags off of her slender frame and lifted her once more in his arms before gently easing her into the hot water. The whole front of his body got soaked, but he didn't care as he settled her down and patted her head. Dox had his eyes tightly shut as he spoke gently to her. "The soap and shampoo is right beside you honey, if you need help just call while I go get you something clean to wear." He exited with the rags in his hands and stood in the master bedroom looking at it with disgust. Making his way back to the living room he tossed the thing into the fireplace and watched it turn to ash before he went back into his room and rummaged in his dresser. He took out a pair of large sweats and one of his larger tee shirts and gently pawed at the bathroom door. "Honey? are you doing ok in there?"

Subject: Re: Poor little dear... Mon Apr 28, 2008 12:46 am

Duckie liked how he picked her up, very gently as if he was afraid of breaking her. She grabbed the soap and sniffed at it. It smelled really good, and she started washing herself slowly. It amazed her at how much dirt came out of her fur and she continued to wash herself, all the way down to the tips of her toes. She sighed and leaned back in the water, happily closing her eyes. She jumped when she heard the wolf who had brought her home pawing at the door. "Huh? I-I'm fine...but the water's completely dirty..." She figured that she might as well get out of the water, so she didn't let the dirt get back in her fur. Slowly, she stood up and stepped out, rummaging through the cabinets to see if she could find a towel. Once she found one, she wrapped it around herself and opened the door to see him holding some clothes. At first, she gave him a wary look, but she took the clothes from him without questioning and dropped the towel so she could put them on. She pulled them on quickly, smiling at how big they were on her small frame. The sweat pants fell to the floor, and the shirt came to her knees. She didn't mind that the pants didn't fit very well, since she was used to it. Duckie bent down and pulled the pants up and cinched the drawstring so it tightened around her tiny waist. She yawned and shivered again, comfortably warm.

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Dox quickly looked away when she opened the door and allowed the towel she was wrapped in to drop so she could dress herself. She was done quickly and he jerked his head away again when her pants fell to the floor, and was suddenly glad for his black and red coloration else she notice the huge amount of blood that was fueling a massive blush. "I'll have to teach you a bit of modesty if you stay with me honey but asides from that, some better fitting cloths." He looked at her when she adjusted herself and smiled at how cute she looked in his over sized cloths, but frowned as he walked behind her to see her wings bunched up inside of the shirt. "I don't even want to know how long your wings have been bunched up like that, but you can bet your life that we'll be visiting a buddy of mine who runs the physical therapy ward in the hospital." Dox reached into one of the larger pockets to pull a straight edged fixed knife, and was glad he was behind her or else scare the shit out of her.

All the knives in the house and the ones he carried were scaple sharp, and he easily cut two equal holes in the back of the large shirt before stashing the knife again and took a deep breath. "This may feel a bit funny honey, but it'll be better for you than sleeping with your wings cramped." Carefully, he reached both hands into one of the holes and maneuvered her large wing up, then out at the tip easily to keep any feathers from catching the shirt. He repeated with the other and tried not to whistle in surprise. The wings were multicolored, with a mirroring pattern on both with the same tint of beautiful red near the top and edges that matched her hair perfectly. She really was a beauty, and Dox felt that pang of pure hate for the orphanage again as he stroked his hands down her wings to adjust the ruffled feathers and plumage. "Now isnt' that much better honey." He said happily from behind her as he examined her wings for deformities and feather damage.

Subject: Re: Poor little dear... Mon Apr 28, 2008 5:34 am

She heard the knife cut the fabric, and tensed, but his hands were soothing as he slowly freed her wings. They weren’t as bright as they should have been, but that was probably because of the fact that she didn’t get much nutrition in the orphanage. A large number of them were damaged from being kept so tightly under her clothes, and she whimpered softly. It felt good to get to stretch them for the first time in years, but it also hurt to move them a little. It seemed the muscles in her wings has atrophied slightly, since she hadn’t been able to use them. But they’d also been clipped weekly, just so she wouldn’t get the notion to fly away from the orphanage. That had always been her dream, but it had quickly turned when they threw her out. She was glad that he was kind enough to slowly adjust them and stroke them. But as soon as he let them go, they folded up in much the same way they had been before he pulled them out. A soft yawn escaped her lips suddenly, and she knew that she was going to collapse soon.

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Dox frowned when he heard her whimper as she stretched her wings, confirming muscle deterioration and maybe worse. "I think a full examination and blood works is in order for tomorrow honey." He said and smiled with soft affection when he saw her yawn sleepily. Gently but quickly he picked her up and carried her over to his bed, happy that he had washed the sheets just the day prior and eased her into the king sized bed. "You'll be sleeping here tonight and tomorrow we have a full day ahead so get some rest." He pulled the thick comfy blanket over her and tucked her in before heading for his closet and pulled out a large sleeping bag and large pillow to set beside the bed. "If you need anything, I'm right beside you. I sleep lightly so you only have to call for help." As he turned to turn off the lamp at his bedside he stopped suddenly and smiled, flicking off the light and curling into the sleeping bag. "My name is Dox by the way, and I'm sorry for calling you honey this whole time but what's your name?" He asked in the dark, yawning himself.

Subject: Re: Poor little dear... Mon Apr 28, 2008 8:14 am

Duckie would have fallen asleep quickly, but the bed was too big and too soft for her. A cold wood floor and a lot more people crammed in the room would have made it seem a little more like home for her. She slipped out of the bed and curled up beside him on the floor, finding that it was more like the orphanage to sleep like that. “Sorry, but I can’t sleep there. It’s too nice. But thank you.” Another, bigger yawn escaped her lips and she rolled onto her side to fall asleep. She was barely able to murmur, “I’ve been called Duckie for as long as I can remember,” before she fell fast asleep. Her body ached slightly, and she groaned softly. Her wings had more exercise tonight in the last five minutes than over the past year. She slept soundly until dawn, no young children crying before they were old enough to understand that it would do no good.

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Dox froze when she curled up beside of him. She couldn't have been a day older than eighteen, and she was thin but God was she heavy chested and curvy. He had to check himself and turn around so she was curled up against his back. Last thing he needed was his overly endowed self to pop a hard on against the leg of the girl he was trying his hardest to help. He was amazed at how quickly he fell asleep, the softness and warmth of her body against his back along with her scent had him sleeping like a puppy in no time at all but he woke a few hours before dawn and yawned hugely. He eased himself out of bed to keep her from rousing and headed for the bathroom where he got his toothbrush, floss and mouth wash to hygiene in the guest bathroom as to keep from waking her up. He was thinking on how he would explain bringing her to work with him when he realized it was Saturday, and he was on vacation for the next two weeks.

He yawned again when he finished, making his way into the kitchen and washed his hands throughly before he set to work on breakfast. Flour, eggs, milk, chocolate chips, and other ingredients went into a large bowl as he stirred vigoursly, turning on his waffle iron and setting the mixture to the side as he rummaged in his fridge for eggs, cheese, ham, and bacon which he used to prepare omelette's. It wasn't long before the kitchen and house was filled with the smell of the waffles and other breakfast foods.

Subject: Re: Poor little dear... Mon Apr 28, 2008 8:45 am

Duckie would have wriggled up against him if he hadn’t left. She slept well, and she didn’t want to get up now. But the lack of warmth from Dox and the smell of good food was more than enough to get her up. She adjusted the sweat pants and walked out to the kitchen. “W-what are you doing?” She couldn’t help but poke around and look over his shoulder, wanting to watch him cook. He made more food than she knew possible. Everyone in the orphanage could live on that for a week! She hadn’t thought her dinner could be topped, but it smelled amazingly good. Then she left the kitchen to go sit on the couch in front of the fireplace, amused by the flames flickering and dancing.

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Dox smiled warmly at her curiosity, and had the nasty urge to suddenly burn that damn orphanage to the ground for mistreating her. He was seriously considering having a team sent to examine the children and how well they were taking care of them but shrugged it off for the moment. He smiled again as he saw her looking into the fire place and made her a plate with a fresh omelet along with a few chocolate chip pancakes and put them on a tray with his own plate. After making a glass of milk and orange juice for the both of them he took the loot to the coffee table and sat down on the couch, setting her plate and glasses in front of her smiling. "I hope your hungry this morning, I made plenty if you want seconds as well." He forgot the syrup and fetched it as he found the remote to the large plasma TV that was mounted above the fireplace and flicked it on. It was the news with the volume turned on low, which stated a little over two feet of snow within the next two days. "I'm glad I was able to get you out of that mess Duckie" He said with a smile and took a bite of the ham, cheese, and bacon filled omelet

Subject: Re: Poor little dear... Mon Apr 28, 2008 9:43 am

Duckie’s mouth dropped open as she saw the plate of food that Dox set in front of her. There was no way she would be able to finish all of it, and yet he was offering her seconds already. There was even more food there than there had been last night, and she had only eaten half of that! Oh, well. She would just have to make due. Somehow, she managed to eat half of her omelet and pancakes, savoring the different flavors. At the orphanage, she thought for a moment, then shook her head. To hell with that orphanage. I’m not there anymore! She sat back and sighed, happier than ever. “Thank you, Dox...really. You’ve done more for me in the past day than anyone has done for me before.” She leaned over and lightly kissed his cheek. To be honest, it wasn’t hard for her to do something like that, since he was cute to begin with.

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He was positive that the heat from the massive blush could be felt radiating from his cheek when she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Her damnable chest was pressed against his arm with that move, and he felt a disturbingly large throb pass through his lower self as his left hand almost instinctively came up to softly caress her ears and hair. "Think nothing of it Duckie. I wouldn't have ever left someone lying on the ground like that." Dox leaned forward to gather his empty plate and hers up as well onto the tray and took them back to the kitchen. It was more of a ploy than anything else as he was feeling the tell tale throb of a hard on coming on, and he was dressed in lose sweats too. As he took there plates into the kitchen he looked at hers and frowned at the amount she had eaten and shrugged. He finished her plate, and didn't even realize it until it was empty that he had eaten right after her. and quickly put the plates into the sink to wash. His face was getting hotter with the idea of tasting something that he hadn't put into the food and tried his damnest not to get any harder as he washed the plates almost franticly.

Once he calmed down a bit and dried them he headed over to his desk in front of the large window and sliding glass doors to tap out a message to Duce, the physical therapist to ask a few tips on avian wing atrophy. Afterwards he sat on the soft carpet in front of the fire and grabbed the large pillow on the chair beside him smiling at Duckie. "Alright honey, tomorrow we'll take a trip to the hospital but for now I'll need you to lie down on your stomach here. Were going to get those wings of yours a bit of exercise and I'll get a general assessment out to my friend so he'll have an idea on improving your wings strength." He patted the pillow with a warm smile, tail wagging slightly. "Don't worry, I don't bite."

Subject: Re: Poor little dear... Mon Apr 28, 2008 10:57 am

Duckie watched his expression for a moment and then saw him take her plate. She hadn’t expected that he would leave that quickly, and she didn’t know why. It was a while until she saw him walk back into the room. She didn’t know that he was a doctor, but she was glad he was allowing her to stay with him. As she heard him, she nodded and moved to lie on her stomach. The girl wasn’t sure why he wanted to do that for her, but she wasn’t going to complain. He was nice and gentle with her wings earlier, so she wasn’t worried about what he was about to do to her.

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Dox smiled as he moved to her side on his knees and had to bite his lip with the way her breast were squished against the carpet as he stretched her left wing out with a gently pull. He closely examined it for discoloration and degeneration of feathers as he softly yet firmly worked the muscles, sighing with relief when he found none and moved over her to the other wing. "Your wings are in good condition, but the muscles will have to be worked daily to restore their normal strength." He said as he checked her other wing and messaged that one as well. When he finished there he examined her back and firmly messaged her shoulders and the muscles around her wings, finding these slightly under strength but again happy they weren't to badly damaged. "You'll be eating a bit more protein to help build the muscles along with an exercise routine I'll work out with my friend for your back and wings, but surprisingly your in better shape than what I originally thought." He said cheerfully as his right hand reached up to gently pat and caress her soft ears before he checked himself and stopped.

Subject: Re: Poor little dear... Mon Apr 28, 2008 12:02 pm

Duckie bit her own lip, trying her hardest to not moan. Her wings were about as sensitive as her tail, and she loved the feeling of his hands rubbing her back. She didn’t want him to stop teasing her like that. His hands holding her wings made her need for him sky rocket, and she had to feel him soon. She was feeling frisky, her body wanting him. She couldn’t hold back the moan when she felt his hand rub her ear and she reached out for his hand so he couldn’t move back. “Please, Dox...don’t stop...” In the back of her mind, she remembered those same hands stroking her gently when he had brought her here the previous night.

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Dox felt himself tense when he heard her beg him not to stop and he smiled gently down at her as he continued to message her wings and back. Softly he worked her, and eventually made his way to her lower back where he stroked her tail affectionately. "God I bet you haven't had your wings worked in years." He said with a smile as he stroked the soft feathers. When he noticed the way she was wriggling, a thought suddenly slapped him in the face. She looked like she was getting aroused by the way her tail was wriggling and the way she said her last words, and Dox felt himself getting a painful erection as his sweats didn't allow enough room for a full blown hard on. He leaned down slowly, stroking her wings as he pressed his muzzle between her neck and cheek softly. "Duckie? Are you ok?" He couldn't help but nuzzle her as he lifted his head up and waited for her reply.

Subject: Re: Poor little dear... Mon Apr 28, 2008 12:26 pm

The girl smiled up at him, her eyes glittering with a very fierce need now. And it wasn’t need for the massage. She hadn’t expected him to answer to it that quickly, though. Duckie forgot everything around her, and her eyes only turned toward his. Her pulse was racing, and she nuzzled him back when he lowered his muzzle to her neck. “I-I don’t know...I need you, Dox...please...” Her tail slipped around his waist so that it would stop wagging. She couldn’t begin to imagine what he looked like without a shirt and sweat pants on. She turned her head slightly and kissed him on the side of his nose before he had a chance to pull back.

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Dox felt his normal self control fly out the window as he felt his right hand drift down her left thigh, pulling it up as he stroked her hip and bottom before moving between her legs. He leaned against her back, growling with pure pleasure as he felt her soft rear press against his crotch and gently slipped her shirt off. He leaned down and kissed her neck, before his left hand stroked softly up her neck to turn her head so that he could kiss her fully on the mouth as his right hand fiddled with the knot she had tied before easing her sweat bottoms down slightly. He groaned audible as he broke their kiss, and took his shirt off and slipped his sweat bottoms off after wards. Though she couldn't see him, he leaned into her back firmly enough for her to feel the definition of the muscles across his chest and stomach as he slid his member between her legs and smiled as it almost reached her bellybutton with its length and was fairly thick. He rubbed himself firmly between her legs as his right hand moved to rub her sex softly, his other hand grasping her ample right breast and messaged it gently. He knew her ears were sensitive, so he kissed the area between her ears and head softly, licking and nipping affectionately as he reveled in the smell and feel of her soft body against his own.

Subject: Re: Poor little dear... Mon Apr 28, 2008 1:00 pm

Duckie thought she was going to die as she felt his hands slowly pull off her shirt. The feel of his hand rubbing between her legs almost made her lose what little control she had now. His body was the one thing that she needed to feel more than anything else. His hands roamed her small body, and she needed to feel it even more. He was her rescuer, and her only friend. This was the one thing she needed more than anything else, and only he could give it to her. She felt the kiss, and her lips hungrily sought out more. He was definitely well endowed and amazingly ripped. She hadn’t noticed the fact that he had pulled her sweats off as well as his own until she felt his cock rubbing against her slit. One hand reached down and started rubbing it playfully, as though she would never get enough of him. The kisses against her ears were amazing, and she almost cummed just from that.

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Her increased wriggling and the soft noises she was making only drove him to pleasing her more as he rubbed her clit and easily slipped his middle finger into her with how wet she had become. He not only wanted but needed to feel her come, for both pleasure and the fact she would literally need to be that wet before she could take him. He increased his nips and licks on her ears before he moved down her cheek and firmly licked up her neck, once again tilting her head with his left hand to kiss her fully, sliding his tongue into her mouth to swirl lovingly around her own and gently pressed against her prickly canines and teeth. His left hand stroked and rubbed her neck as he slid his right index finger into her to join his middle as he worked her sex gently and deeply.

Subject: Re: Poor little dear... Mon Apr 28, 2008 1:20 pm

She whimpered with pleasure and moved her hips against his hand. She wanted to hold off on cumming, but if he kept teasing her clit like that, she would. Her whimper became a rough moan when she felt him slide his finger into her pussy. It was all she could do to maintain a little control, but her pussy tightened slightly around it. His nips and kisses were becoming extremely erotic, and Duckie almost turned to pin him down. A soft bark escaped her lips when she felt a second finger slip into her wet cunt. She closed her eyes tightly and her hand continued to move along his shaft, as it rubbed against her belly.

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It was Dox's turn to growl with pleasure, not only with that wonderful little bark she had let out but on top of that the feeling of her soft hand stroking him off had his dick throbbing horrible as he rubbed his muzzle into her neck and more vigorously fingered her. The way she was working him and the press of her ass against his crotch was getting him off a whole lot faster than he liked, and as he pressed his now soaked fingers into her he decided she was ready enough. Dox stopped, and shifted her hand on his member to the head as he growled with pleasure and firmly rubbed the head against her wet slit. He kept her hand there as he gently pressed against her and then pressed the head into her and groaned deeply. It was like his dick was still in her hand and she was grasping it firmly as he slipped deeper into her, pushing in until he was half way in and slid back out to push back in at the same length. She was tighter than any woman he had ever been with, and he growled deeply as he fucked her like this in an attempt to loosen her enough to fit his whole length into her.