We Can Make Sandwiches
Edgar lay on top of Violet, her soft, furred breasts slowly heaving underneath his chest. The thin, lithe bunny was feeling quite satisfied. Nestled next to them was the second wolfherm, Ivy, her hand slowly brushing up and down his back.
Hours earlier in the club, there had been something about their wicked grins and dusky eyes had led him to boastfully promise that he could more than adequately pleasure the both of them. Later, in the privacy of the bedroom, Edgar had been surprised when the wolves had disrobed to reveal to him not only their curved feminine bodies, but the addition of ample cocks draped over their slits. He had never been intimate with a herm before, but at that point he felt that he had to put his inhibitions aside and make good on his boasts.
The wolfherms, he had soon realized, were deep reservoirs of sinister lust. They graciously accepted the spirited pounding he gave them, but even after he had climaxed twice, they were far from satisfied.
Now, some time later, Edgar lay on top of Violet, still inside her, his soft, raw cock dribbling out his last remnants of seed. Wedged between their stomachs was Violet's cock, still hard and firm, and he could feel Ivy's cock rubbing playfully into his thigh as she lay beside them, cooing words of encouragement.
"Not too bad," said Ivy. "You've got a lot of energy. Even for a bunny."
Edgar felt Violet's paws come up and around his back, pulling him closer to her warm body. The two wolves were grinning again for reasons unknown.
"Care for another round?" whispered Ivy as she nuzzled his floppy ear.
"Oh, I...I think I'm spent," said Edgar sheepishly. Maybe in a hour or two he could give it another go, but he'd been running at 110% for quite a while.
"Maybe you just need a little... prodding," said Violet playfully, her hands reaching down to Edgar's rear. He felt her slender fingers run through his cottontail, then felt her paws pulling his cheeks apart.
Simultaneously - and with an impressive agility - Ivy had now motioned herself on top of Edgar, sandwiching him between the bodies of the two wolves. He could feel her warm breath on the back of his neck, her soft breasts pressed into his back, and her thick, slick cock sliding up and down between his cheeks.
Edgar didn't know what to say or how to react - even less so when he felt Ivy slide herself completedly into him. With a sharp intake of breath, he began to squirm. He'd never been penetrated like this before. Still inside Violet, he felt his cock twitch to life again as his hole swallowed the entirety of Ivy's member.
Edgar hadn't realized how strong the wolfherms were, but now, sandwiched between them, he could feel the strength in their lean, sinewy muscles. When Ivy's hips thrust into him, he himself was forced to thrust into Violet. He realized now that he was being used as a fuckstick, with Ivy controlling his body's motions from within him.
Despite his exhaustion, the feeling of this domination reawakened his lust. He was now fully hard again, though the pleasure was becoming unbearably intense. Violet smiled up at him.
Barely able to take his attention off his groin, Edgar was still taken aback at just how thick Ivy's cock was. It reached deep inside him, pressing into his prostate with each thrust. He wasn't sure if there was anything left inside, but he knew that if there was, the wolfherms would undoubtedly milk every last ounce of it. He lay helplessly between them as Ivy's soft moans began to take on a harder, gruntier tone that he hadn't heard in her voice before.
The pace picked up and all his mind could focus on was the motion of the synchronized thrusting. Edgar whimpered. He was nothing more than a fuckpuppet for these two ferocious wolfherms! Driving him onward, coaxing his body, using his tender cock to please her friend below, the rhythms instigated by Ivy's hips continued.
Soon Violet began to cry out. He could feel her rock-hard cock twitch between them as fucked her - or was made to fuck her, rather. Her moans intensified until finally she exploded between the two of them. Their stomachs, now slick with Violet's seed, only aided the motion forcefully brought on by Ivy's thrusts.
"Just a little more," growled Ivy, snapping at the back of his neck. Edgar and Violet were now panting hard in unison as they lay squeezed together. Finally, blissfully, the thrusting brought him to release again. His more confident grunts earlier in the night gave way to a soft, relenting cry as he released what he had left into Violet. For several minutes Ivy's pounding continued. At that point Edgar's mind was a daze and it took all his effort to keep his drool in his mouth.
Ivy let out a deep growl as she finally climaxed. With a few long, slow thrusts, she gave a last playful press into the prostate of the trembling bunny. Then, with a deep sigh, she ran her hand through the back of Edgar's hair.
"Again, not bad for a bunny."
Edgar's eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed face-first into Violet's breasts.