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Water.

It was the natural element for an orca. The feel of the depths against the skin, rushing currents slipping over and under, encasing in liquid, a sensation uncanny to anything else in the world; Gritou loved that most. When he was in the water, he was in control. He was at peace and he was at his best. He drove hard through the water, his strokes cutting the surface so cleanly and sharply they barely made a splash; powerful limbs propelled him forward, the muscles straining as he surged through the misty water. The wall of the other end came sweeping forwards, and Gritou, with keen precision, pivoted and somersaulted and made a turn around. He kicked off, swimming with speed for the other end. The sounds of the world beyond the pool flooded through in short bursts, a commanding voice shouting out from one side and then from the other, the splashes becoming muted then loud with each passing stroke.

Gritou swam up to the edge of the pool, breaking his head through the water, shaking off the droplets that trickled down his head. He huffed in air, pulling up the goggles from his eyes as he took a break from swimming laps. It was a chance to recuperate, letting his body fall into the lapses of the water's ebbs. His form was toned and muscular from the years of honing himself in the pool, his love for the water gifting him with good health. The black and white of his skin was standard of an orca's usual colouring, but in its wet state it glistened with the glare from the pool's overhead lights. Idly he flicked his tail around beneath him, keeping himself afloat with careless ease that he barely registered.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

The shout came from around the corner, heading towards him. Above him, towering at a great height that neared to seven foot, his coach came striding with irritated purpose, the look upon his face of smouldering anger. Not quite enough to be truly worried about, but it was enough to make Gritou wince inside himself.

Two feet padded themselves in front of his line of vision, and reluctantly the orca looked up, staring straight towards the older male that was his coach. He was a strange man, someone who remained otherwise an enigma to the team; his name was bizarre, stated only as Yerkelayh though most called him just simply Coach. The orca, unlike Gritou himself, appeared to have a darker shade of skin if it was possible, one that drew in attention to the contrast between the white and black. Around his right bicep was a colourful band, and from Gritou could gather it must have either been some kind of tattoo that the coach had gotten at some point, since it hugged the contours of his arm so perfectly and flawlessly that it couldn't have been anything else. From the angle he was at, Gritou's gaze was subjected to the full, albeit slightly tilted and disproportioned view, of the whole deal. It made him fidget knowing the male was strong and young, unlike many of the teachers on the campus Yerkelayh commanded his students with absolute precision and authority and still retained his reserve of being a young man and not an aging professor. He looked after himself, with a build that could be deemed so hot one had to wonder if they could fry eggs on his solid washboard abs.

Of course, Gritou's gaze was cut short by the bright red and clearly bulging shorts the orca wore. Since Yerkelayh would have to get into the water himself from time to time, for whichever reason, he always wore the trunks that hugged his hips so tightly that it was aching to watch; straight men would envy him and grow bitter, whilst any female or gay guy would drool and beg some deity that he might suddenly take a fancy of them. Gritou wondered just exactly how large he might have been under there. He himself was by no means small, and since Yerkelayh was even larger than him in not only build then he had to ponder the circumstance of which the orca's downstairs might have been.

"Did you not hear me?" The coach growled, rousing Gritou's attention back to the world of reality. His paws were on his hips, clenched up into fists and his arms were taking the strain. The muscles bulged and throbbed as they were hunched up in this position, looking tight and tense, primed for worship. The orca in the water shook his head,

"Sorry coach, I'm just out of it today." A white lie; he was out of it, but he kept his reason purposefully well hidden. It was an intolerable choir to do laps constantly when after an hours work it became impossible to ignore the screaming agony of overworked muscles. Gritou appreciated the commitment he'd been forced to take by Yerkelayh to swimming as it had granted him better health and a more desirable build, but it did take its toll on him regardless. Yerkelayh huffed, rubbing the bridge of his muzzle, pinching his eyes together. The act itself was enough admonishment, and it was enough to make Gritou feel a little disappointed in himself.

"Let's call it a day then... Go take a shower and we'll try again tomorrow." He walked away, muttering to himself as he went, "I'm not dealing with people who've got their head in the clouds..."

Gritou sighed, bringing his arms up out of the water and slapping his paws against the rough surface that encompassed the pool's edge. He hoisted himself up, lifting his weight with toned arms and standing up to his full height. Water cascaded and trickled down his skin, dripping to the floor in a glistening sheen that clung to all the ripples of his body. He was sure he might have turned one or two eyes were there anybody to turn, but he liked to think he was eye candy for some people. It was a nice feeling to know he was desired, though he only desired the attention of one male in particular. A certain wolf who for now he'd been dating for a some length of time and it was going, for lack of a better term, swimmingly. He chuckled, shaking his head as he trotted around the pool's edge and headed for the changing rooms.

They were set to meet tonight, even, as it so happened. The date had been pondering on Gritou's mind as he wondered whether or not to step things up a gear. They were still in the midst of their studies, so nothing could ever become so serious, but that didn't stop them from introducing each other to their parents. It was a hurdle they'd yet to take, so maybe he could broach the subject tonight over dinner, maybe if Perrin was in a good mood.

Perrin was a dream... Gritou had to admit, he'd even turned a few girls' heads despite being quite open about himself. The wolf had a natural charisma which made him incredibly likeable. The orca would have been hard pressed to find somebody with a slither of malice in their hearts who could say something bad about him. Perrin just _clicked_with everyone. His smiles were the most dazzling, his eyes the brightest Gritou had seen. He counted the amount of times he'd considered himself lucky to be with such a wonderful mate, but once he'd reached double digits it all became a blur. Not to mention the number of moments he'd had when cuddling or holding the wolf close to him, feeling the silky brush of fur against his skin, knowing that they belonged to one another and that they'd do anything... It was sappy, unbelievably sickening should the orca have looked at himself only a few years before when he'd considered he'd never find that special someone, but here he was now, spewing out such romantic nonsense and loving every second of it no matter how sickly sweet some might find it to be. For his palate, Perrin couldn't be sweet enough, in more ways than just one.

He pushed open the swinging doors which led to the changing rooms and strode across to the shower cubicles, picking out his favourite and fisting the button for the hot spray. He stood if for perhaps too long beneath the shower just running his paws over taut muscles and tired skin, letting the heat leech away all the aches and pains he'd surely have later after an intense workout. Water was his element, no matter in what quantity or in which medium, shower or pool, lake or bath, it didn't matter. He relished in the sensation still, closing his eyes and letting his curious paws roam the contours of his body as intrepid explorers might through the peaks of a mountain range. The landscape was similar enough, leaving valleys of where muscles bulged to groove, and dropping off to his sides or limbs, creating such high tops that would have challenged even the best of mountaineers. Every now and again, these explorers would a sneak a quick abseil down to his crotch, running over the boulders that hung there, squeezing them softly within a warm grasp. Gritou's mind wandered as he considered what Perrin might do, should he be faced with the same range. He could almost feel the rougher pads of his paws gracing along his delicate skin, stroking along his length, raising the Sasquatch which slumbered, then rose, until it towered to a height even taller than the mountains and boulders that surrounded him. He could feel his blood pumping already, letting him know his body enjoyed the fantasy playing out in his mind just as much as he did, if not arguably more than him. Gritou's mind strayed though... Coach still toyed upon the fringes, and suddenly the fantasy was augmenting itself, correcting its form so that not only one pair of paws groped his body, but so did another's. Behind the orca's closed eyes, Yerkelayh's seductive grin shone through, those lips parting before joining his, tongue pushing into his mouth. Gritou was powerless as this dominant male took what he wanted whilst Perrin carried on, licking over the orca's neck, down along his spine, to his tail, then between those pert cheeks...

He opened his eyes, suddenly aware he still stood in the shower, very much alone and sporting quite the friendly member, that had throbbed and worked itself up to greet Gritou when he was finally roused from his daydreaming. He must have been running late, occurring to him only know as he stepped out of the shower and made his way hastily to the main part of the changing rooms to fetch his towel. But he was greeted by a shocking sight.

Normally, nobody hung around after practise, and certainly nobody stayed behind as long as Gritou did. If they did, it'd be suspicious, resulting in their presence being questioned and even scrutinised until some ulterior motive was discovered. The changing rooms should be empty, save for the Coach, who secluded himself to his office most of the time and only exited from the dark closet to take lessons. But here the orca was, facing another male who was lazing about on the bench which directly faced the entryway to the pool. A towel had been draped quite naughtily across this male's lap, already showing signs of a bulge, as the edges had been placed in such a way to reveal as much as was necessary.

"Pe... Perrin...?" The orca stammered, "What're you doing here? We're supposed to be meeting up outside 'La Fidanzanta'..."

"I figured I might surprise you for a change," The wolf retorted adding a subtle wink, as his fingers played around at the edges of the towel. "You always said you wanted to do it in the locker rooms one time... Looks like you're pleased to see me anyway."

"Y-yeah..." Griout blushed, unsure of how to respond. It was an unusual situation, but he would never have lied; this had been dancing about in his mind for a while now. It made practical sense too... With the place abandoned after hours and with the Coach confining himself to his office indefinitely, it wouldn't have taken much planning to sneak in one time and have hot stealthy sex, banging up against the lockers and painting the walls where Gritou met his swim team peers with his and Perrin's seed... It turned him on far too much, knowing they could get away with it too.

Being faced here with what could be a dream come true, Gritou had little resolve to lose. With his dick already hard and wanting attention, his mate looking as sexy as ever with nothing but a skimpy towel trailing across his lap and a willing invitation to have a romp in his locker room, he was upoin the wolf in the instant. The towel was brushed aside, revealing the plump sheath of his mate, just as the orca straddled the male's lap, his erection pressed against the wolf's balls. As their muzzles met, tongues already familiar with one another enacting a reunion, they both moaned and whispered softly to the other. Gritou could feel Perrin's maleness beginning to make its presence known, jolting awake to join the orca's until one canine cock, slippery with pre, bulged out against his own junk. He grunted, feeling the tingling sensation shiver through him each time they ground against each other a little too roughly. Perrin's hot, caressing breath was fogging in his face, not that he cared, but he inhaled the scent of the male as though he'd never sampled the taste before. His mate's mouth was so warm, so inviting, it was a miracle they would ever stop making out. In public, embarrassment or interruptions would often get them to come to a half, but here and now they had all the time they liked, and Gritou couldn't get enough of Perrin's velvet lips glancing across his, delving deep into each other.

He pushed his mate down, making the wolf lie flat on his back against the wooden bench as he himself slid himself over, so that he sat just between Perrin's legs, their cocks laid against one another - one rosy, the other white. Gritou could feel the pulsing beat of the wolf's heart as it pumped blood into the surging bone, making it jump and shake a little as his muscles twitched every now and again. The orca's paws rubbed up along his wolf's thighs, stroking through the coat of fur and up across his stomach, swirling fingers about the nipples before they latched on, pinching them ever so slightly to have Perrin opened his muzzle into a silent gasp. He let off little yips and groans as Gritou laid his weight back across the male's torso, still tweaking at his boy's nipples, right up until the wolf let out a louder moan, mouth agape, sealed shut by the orca's tongue as he plunged deep, breaking out into another bout of heavy kissing. He could feel the wolf suckle ever so sweetly on his tongue, nipping at each other's lips playfully, even to the point where their tongues were simply slipping against another in a teasing joust. Their bodies were sweaty beside each other, Gritou's wetness have soaked against the wolf's pelt and finally dried, letting them experience the heat of the changing rooms. It bore little against them, as already their heads were swimming in a blissful haze of lust and need. These two elements made a lethal concoction that distracted them from the real world about them.

And even the very real orca who stood with his jaw dropped by the entryway.

"Gritou!"

The two men snapped apart, orca leaving wolf, suddenly divided in an instant as they tried desperately to cover themselves in modesty. Their hardness made difficult work for them, but whilst Gritou was able to snatch up the discarded towel and cover himself as best he could, his mate was left exposed to the wild eyes of the Coach.

"S-sir!" Gritou panicked, "I can expl-!"

"You don't need to explain anything; I know damn well what you were doing." Yerkelayh seemed beyond any reasonable doubt angry, more so than Gritou had ever seen. It seemed like the only way out of the situation was to face up to facts, accept whatever punishment was to be laid their way, and to walk away in the shame of having been caught.

But it was Perrin who chimed in first, cutting the orca to the finish line before he could even say a word more,

"Do you want to join us, Coach?"

Gritou's world could have slowed to a stop and he would never have noticed. His gut did a somersault inside of him, his mind suddenly reeling with so many questions yet none of them seemed to want to go first, nor could he properly vocalise them. His jaw moved, his mind willed, but his voice seemed otherwise preoccupied, simply making him look like a ventriloquists dummy without its puppet master. What was his boyfriend thinking?! Was he insane? They could get done with serious consequences for bribing and goading a teacher into sex. The stakes of this were unbelievable.

Yet...

Gritou felt a small part of him wanting the fellow orca to say yes - to strip off that vest and shorts and to join in on their orgy of flesh. Yerkelayh had been an active part of his desires for a while now, and to deny he didn't find his coach attractive would be an outright lie. But there was never an opportunity, he was happily mated and was never looking to try and usurp the male's sexuality in order to quench a fantasy. But he'd already started one now, why not dabble into another? He looked across to the orca, who stood with his beefy arms folded across and even beefier chest, a scowl set across his face. Perrin looked awfully calm and confident despite being in so much potential shit. But then Gritou's eyes caught the Coach's shorts, and actually noticed the accentuated bulge that he'd never seen before throb just a little behind the fabric. It then occurred to him that he had no idea how long Yerkelayh had been stood there... Perhaps it was much longer than just a brief glance and sudden intrusion. Maybe he'd peered from around the corner, waiting for just long enough to get his fill of men writhing against men before he felt compelled as his duty to step in. Maybe...

"You're asking a teacher if they'd want to have a threesome with you and your orca wonder-boy? Do you realise how much trouble that'd get all of us in?" Yerkelayh grunted, jerking his head in Gritou's direction. Perhaps not... Perrin shrugged all the same,

"I have a thing for orcas."

A sly smile peeled across Yerkelayh's face, as he unfolded his arms and pulled up his vest, revealing his chiselled chest and abs that looked sturdy enough to grate rocks off, let alone cheese. Gritou shared a sidelong glance to his boyfriend; this had already been a topic they'd discussed already. Both of them had wanted a threesome, and both were pretty open about it, that if they found a third person to join in that they'd look about finding a good chance to enact it. Now, it seemed as they shared this look between them, that they'd met this third person.

Perrin knelt down onto the floor as Coach let his shorts drop. He'd gone commando underneath and unlike Gritou, his length was a jet shade of black whilst his orbs were swollen and white. His length was already a knee-jittering size, and he must have only been firming up - the orca realised it was only bound to get larger. He stepped up to Gritou, paw grasping under his chin and tilting his head up so that the smaller orca looked into his emerald eyes,

"I've always wanted to do this..." He leant down closer to the male's lips, "You've been such a tease, wanting extra practice... never thought you'd finally give in." Their lips met, and suddenly Gritou was no longer kissing the tastefully sweet mouth of his wolf, but rather a more potent, arguably hotter, and it sweltered around the orca. He could feel the rumble of appreciation rise up and growl in Yerkelayh's chest, reverberating into his own. Gritou looked down; only just to catch the sight of his mate kneeling at their feet, his muzzle opening wide as he held Yerkelayh's member aloft with one paw, the other cupping his swinging balls and rolling them about in one paw. His lips stretched wide, moving forward to take in that bulbous head. The shaft soon followed, and Gritou and Yerkelayh watched on as the wolf devoured this hulk's cock. It felt good, to see his mate so obedient and in such a hot position, at two males' feet, sucking on one cock whist a paw switched across to jack at his own length. He moaned against Yerkelayh's head, their mouths meeting again as they shared a passionate kiss whilst the wolf set to his work. He could feel his Coach's paws stroking down along his back, seemingly finding a tender spot about the small of his back, just above the tail, whilst Gritou seemed keen on stroking his lover's ear as he bobbed along the behemoth's length. He could see the wolf expertly taking it down, swallowing it all with ease from all of their extra practice, keeping the older orca on his toes, having him grunt every now and again, "Damn Grit... You got one fine mouth right here." The Coach patted the wolf on the shoulder as he looked up, with such cute eyes, at the two males as they observed him, huffing to himself whilst Gritou focused intently upon watching his boyfriend service another man. There wasn't an ounce of jealousy, just pure lust. All he could think to himself now, whenever he'd kiss that mouth, or whenever he'd hold him close, that he could smell, even taste the remnants of the stud that stood beside him, groping his ass cheeks now with a bolder move.

Gritou went rigid as that paw went a step further, fingers slipping between the cleft's mounds and finding the hole that dwelt within. They probed gently, slick with sweat, and began to work into a tandem with Perrin's strokes. The three males completed a love triangle of sex, with Perrin acting as a counterpoint whilst Yerkelayh simply did as he pleased. Gritou felt himself go to an even higher hardness, the situation rousing him so much that he couldn't help now but whimper and moan aloud. He could have made all the noise he liked, as both did Perrin and the Coach knew. They were alone, in a secluded part of school and for the time being sequestered from the campus. Nobody would have heard them, even if they happened to be just passing by. The amount of grunts and pained huffs that came from the gym was passable as exercise. Perrin intensified his suckling, his lips making smacking sounds each time he pulled back to just the tip, his expression of pure satisfaction, tasting a true male along his tongue and throat. Gritou on the other hand was suffering from the larger orca's wants, knowing that he had a clear intent on taking his ass. Perrin and he had switched about when they were fooling, naturally falling into whatever the mood took, but here Gritou was being presented with the best of both worlds; a wolf who wanted to bottom today, and a top who was willing to take his rump.

It was therefore natural that this triangle must be broken at some point. Yerkelayh pushed the wolf off of his cock eventually, though much did he get whines of protest, but he ignored them, taking a seat behind the couple on the wooden bench and he held his dick upright, now glistening with Perrin's spit and solid to the touch. He gave it a good squeeze just to massage some of the pre to ooze out of the tip, letting both of them know he wanted something more than just a muzzle-job.

"Come on then, swimmer-boy, climb on up," The Coach had a lecherous smile on his face, "I've wanted that ass since you taunted it at me at the pool."

Gritou blushed, a deep heavy crimson, as he looked to his boyfriend and smiled sheepishly. Perrin seemed more amused than disappointed, offering up the seat of the house to his orca, winking,

"I'm sure I'll get my turn sooner or later."

"Count on it," Yerkelayh snapped in, grinning quite lewdly at Perrin before he looked back to the hesitant Gritou, "Well come on, it's getting cold."

He had little choice, not that he was complaining. With his hole already prepped by the older orca's wandering paws, and with suck a silky, wet shaft, he didn't doubt that he'd slide right on down it, but even as he turned around and bent over slightly he felt a chill of apprehension run down his spin. He felt the searing hot head of the male's cock kiss against his rim, stretching it as he lowered himself into a sitting position, feeling pressure build until finally giving in. He gasped, writhed about on this lap as he slipped down the first few inches. Already he felt full, but he was by no means at the bottom. Gravity was a cruel mistress as he was lowered further and further, stretching to an impossible girth until, finally, he felt his balls gently come to rest against Yerkelayh's plumper pair. Perrin watched on, idly stroking his wolf cock and giving his knot a good grope whilst he watched his mate impale himself on the member. He grunted in delight to see Gritou's expression as finally he felt his cheeks fall flush with the orca's lap, seeing the pure happiness and the slight bulge to his gut. It truly was a sight to behold, seeing his boyfriend now serving at the whim of Coach, knowing very well that the second round could be him. He leant down, kneeling once again between both their legs as he approached his lover's cock, taking the length into his mouth as he craved once more the salty taste.

Gritou whined as he felt stimulation from both ends; whilst Yerkelayh occupied his ass, hollowing it out and letting him have a chance to grow used to its girth, Perrin had deepthroated his length in one fell swoop, the fur on his chin tickling his sack. He wriggled on the spot, held down by humungous paws that kept him in position, whilst the wolf was allowed to go to town on the orca's meat. Without having any idea how long he could old off his orgasm, Gritou knew he was going to be in for one hell of a ride.

Yerkelayh started off slowly, clearly having experience with his size to know that nobody who took him could go straight into a heavy rutting. He lifted Gritou up by the hips just a little, somewhere between an inch or a half, before letting him slide back down. To the orca who sat with such a rod up his hole, it felt much greater than that, as the hot member slid along what felt like every nerve ending in his body, fused all to the walls of his ass that now encased the Coach's cock. He felt full beyond his ability, that every part of his gut was filled, but yet it always felt like more was being added, that it was punching something deeper and deeper still. All the while he couldn't fail to ignore the precise tongue of his mate, working over his cock and having him dripping within minutes. It was as though a faucet of pre had been turned on, and then left to run, leaving him nothing but a runny mess that the wolf seemed to not just enjoy but revel in. Every now and again he'd feel Perrin squeeze up another thick glob of pre, only to let it dribble onto his tongue for him to gobble up greedily.

Gritou was being lifted now perhaps another two inches now, building to greater and greater lengths, but it still felt like too much. He wondered if he'd ever get used to the size as both males grunted in unison, bottoming out once more. It was a heavy strain, but both were built to endure it. All that practice couldn't go to waste. Yerkelayh pulled the young orca up past the halfway point of his member, and deemed the male ready for fucking. If he could take half, then he could take the rest, and so he let Gritou fall back down straight onto his lap. There was a mighty heaving groan, as Gritou felt his prostate get smashed in such a brutal way. He was loving it, undoubtedly, but it could really do a number on him sometimes.

Perrin had grown bored though with simply sucking on cock. He wanted to be fucked too, and whilst he couldn't have Yerkelayh for obvious reasons, he could still enjoy his mate's manhood. He spat onto his paw and began to work fingers into his own hole, the muscle already relaxed and loose from hours of training, not just with toys but with the familiar article that now bobbed before his mouth. He gave the cock one last tentative lick before he too turned around, presenting his ass for Gritou and then burying his cock into his hole. He groaned, whining to the ceiling as he pinched one nipple, revelling in the sensation of letting that well-known dick slide into his depths.

They now formed a chain, having lengthened the triangle to this singular line of fucking; Gritou would move forward to push into the folds of his mate, whilst in order to do this he had to pull himself off of Yerkelayh's member, and then to do the opposite would mean fucking himself onto the orca's lap and out of his boyfriend's ass. He held the wolf close to him, so that his chest was buried against a fuzzy back, whilst he himself rested against the muscled weight of his Coach, feeling the blood pounding within the barrelled chest. The stench of male musk and sex permeated the air and filled the changing room with such strong pheromones that they must have all wondered how horny they truly were. As Gritou began his first few pumps backwards and forwards, he questioned whether he'd be able to keep up the pace for long. It was mind-blowing; to feel one warm hole around his cock whilst he knew another plundered his ass was intoxicating. His mind swam with delirious lust as he sank his muzzle against his lover's neck and sucking there, his paws reaching to grope along Yerkelayh's shoulders, caught within a throe of sexual bliss. The other two seemed much the same, with Yerkelayh's breathing becoming laboured whilst Perrin had started to give off those cute moans that came in bursts, a sure sign he was reaching his peak. It had all started out so innocently, but here they were, three bodies writhing against one another as they sought climax - skin, against skin, against fur. Gritou was breathing hard, feeling Yerkelayh huffing against the back of his head as their pounding increased, grunts turning to shouts, then to loud howls as finally the first one of them broke. Yerkelayh shot his load deep into Gritou's ass, seeding it deep with pent-up cum until he could feel it seeping and gurgling around his cock. Some spurted back out, dribbling around the rim and across his lap, but he didn't mind. Whilst he rode out the afterglow of his orgasm, he squeezed and caressed the younger orca in all the ways he could, gyrating his hips so that he was well aware of the rod still occupying his guts, alongside the gallon of orca batter.

Gritou felt the warmth radiating through his bowels, feeling every now and then an after effect of surging cum. It was too much for him to bear, so whilst he howled out from being so swollen with cum, he shot his own load into his lover's ass, humping those last few inches to really drive it all home. Perrin gasped as he felt his mate shoot off in heavy jets, his guts becoming full with that accustomed cum. He groped against Gritou, kissing him deeply as he stroked himself to his own finish, grunting as he finally shot ribbons of wolf cum across the benches and floor, coating it with a sticky, off-white gloop that clung to the tiles.

With their strength leaving them, and with all their climaxes achieved within minutes of the other, they fell into a pile of furs, where one rested against the other until softened cocks popped from cum-slicken holes, and moans were shared as they felt their guts evacuate all the spent spooge that had collected inside. Yerkelayh held the couple within each arm on the bench, his fingers snaking their way down their sides until he found their cheeks, slipping into these loose and sloppy holes, filling them with as much as they could take and leaving them plugged up with whatever remained. They leant against him, each having one head against a bulged bicep as though it were a pillow, snuggled against his body. It seemed that they were all exhausted, incapable of ever rising to the occasion again for some time, as their balls were thoroughly drained and their asses sore from being rutted. But the older orca's mammoth was stirring from slumber as though it had been merely napping, rising up back to its full height and still dripping with cum,

"So... who wants to go again?" He grinned, swirling his fingers in the two holes that were now his to stake claim to. Perrin and Gritou shared a smiled, a knowing look that signalled to the other they'd found the best guy for threesomes.