A Little Prank
Terry was passed out on the couch, his large, muscular arm hanging ver the edge of the cloth. Dark brown beer bottles were scattered around him, contrasting his bright orange fur and white underbelly to an extrme. Black stripes ran across his legs and back, as well as the long tail that was slinking out from underneath him. He had a broad figure, but there wasn't a lot of muscle stacked anywhere but his arms. That wasn't the interesting thing about him though. The interesting thing, at least to the otter and polar bear standing over him, was that he was completely naked.
"How long do you think he's been out, Chris?" Asked the musclebound polar bear. He was wearing a blue pair of gym shorts, white socks, and a grey muscle shirt. His muscles were well built, after years of hard work. Next to him was the much more svelte, and tall skunk known as Christian.
"Probably since last night, I'd say," the skunk said. He was a few inches shorter than Greg. The white stripe he had ran from the top of his head, down his tail, and down hirt and white panthe was wearing a loose black shirt and white pants. He didn't have class that day, so he wasn't wearing socks, either. They stared at him for a while, the two of them looking over his hot, open body. After about two minutes, Greg smiled.
"Wanna play a prank on him?" He mischievously asked Chris.
"Like what, dip his fingers in water?" Chris said incredulously.
"Better. Make him think one of us fucked him." the polar bear responded. Chris let out a little laugh, and then looked Terry over once more. "Or even better," Greg added. "That we both fucked him." Chris looked at Greg, and then back at Terry. His balls were hanging loosely, the white, shiny orbs practically begging Chris to do it.
"Alright," Chris agreed. Greg let out a small sound of amusement, and then pointed at Terry. "Flip him over. He's a heavy sleeper, so he won't know." The two of them walked over, cautiously avoiding the bear bottles, and rolled him over onto his stomach. His tight ass flexed once, and he let out a little snore, but other than that, it went off without a hitch. Greg pointed at his thighs, and looked at Chris.
"Strip," Chris said. They both removed their shirts and slung them across the room. Greg winked at Chris, stealing a blush from the Skunk. Chris stared at Greg secretly, tracing the defined abs with his mind. His eys slid up, and he eyed the white bear's black, erect nipples. His firm chest was hot, and pulled another warm feeling in his groin. They both let their pants fall, and they eyed each other's bulging boxers cautiously. They were both in black boxers, but Greg's were tighter and revealing more of his large sheathe and excessive balls. Then, they lost the boxers. Greg's balls were plump and full, covered in black fur, as Chris knew. Chris dropped his, and his white package fell loosely between his legs. His balls were smaller, but his Sheathe was larger. They smiled at each other for a moment, and then Greg turned back to the unconscious tiger on their couch.
"Lift his thighs and slide under his ass," He ordered. "I'll take the mouth." Chris nodded, and slid his fingers under Terry's thighs. He ran his fingertips over the firm, built muscles of his thighs. A hot feeling filled his groin. He shook it off, and lifted the legs up cautiously. With a slick movement, he moved his pelvis right under Terry's. Chris flashed Greg a thumbs-up, and Greg smiled, Greg slid Terry's head up with his strong hands, and placed his package right under the tiger's muzzle. Greg gave Chris a thumbs-up, and Chris leaned against the couch to fall into a fake sleep.
"Dude!" Greg shoued suddenly. Chris pretended to be roused, and Terry's body went rigid. As he stirred, he soon realized his situation.
"What the hell-" Terry's deep voice asked as he lifted his face. Chris started to laugh, as he would've had this really happened. "Did you two fuck me?" Terry desperately asked as he looked between the bear and the skunk.
"I think so," Chris said with a laugh.
"Must have," Greg added.
"Well fuck," Terry said. And then, his tail began swishing back and forth in the air. "Care for a round 2?" He asked. His ears perked up, and his but grinded against Chris's sheathe. This evicted a moan from the skunk.
"Really, Terry?" Greg asked first.
"Really," the tiger confirmed.
"You up for it?" Greg asked Chris with a shrug.
"Yeah, why not? I liked his asshole the first time. Terry's ass suddenly jutted up towards the skunk's face.
"Then lick it. I want to be good and ready, first." Terry demanded in a singsong voice.
"You heard hi-oooohhhh," Greg started to talk, but Terry's finger had wound its way up and into the bear's loose asshole. Chris smiled, and then looked down at the tight asscheeks being thrust in front of his face. Chris slid his fingers between Terry's ass, and spread it wide. The tiger twitched a little, but he didn't mind too much. The skunk stuck a finger on top of the pucker, and gently rubbed the entrance. Terry let out a meow between the tongue strokes running over Greg's ample package. Chris began to swirl his finger around the outside, when it suddenly loosened. He slid two fingers straight into the opening, and began to slowly spin them around. The tiger purred a little bit, but remained busy with Greg's balls.
"Tongue," Terry moaned out, begging Chris. The skunk obliged, and pulled out his fingers with a resounding pop. His muzzle went down quickly, and he began to open his lips. With a quick movement, he ran his tongue into the Tiger's ready asshole. He swirled around his hot, pink, tongue in Terry's rear end. Chris could feel his sheathe swell as he moved, until it eventually let his cock tip spill out. It didn't take long until his long, pink cock was completely exposed. Terry moaned once more, but then pulled his asshole out from Chris's aroused grip. He slid it down to Chris's groin, where he rubbed the cock's head around in his soft fur. Chris let out a groan of anticipation, but soon just grabbed his cock and aimed it towards Terry's loose hole. The skunk slid Terry's tail back over his back, and popped his cock head into Terry's pucker.
"Like it?" Chris asked as the tiger slid back onto Chris's member. Terry moaned in approval. Chris spared a glance over at Greg, and saw him being blown away by Terry's slick movements. Chris smiled, but Terry's slowly moving asshole distracted him. The tiger's purring made him shake, adding more to the experience. Chris could hardly take it. It felt amaving, and he wanted to repay the favor. Chris slid his hand down to Terry's fully erect member, gently rubbing its head. Terry outwardly moaned, loud enough to send a shiver down both Terry's and Greg's spines, straight to the heads of their cocks. Apparently, Greg couldn't take anymore. A loud moan sent him over the edge, and Greg began to orgasm. He came violently, a jet of cum soaring over Terry and onto Chris's exposed chest. Chris looked down at it, and then another spurt of hot, white cum splattered onto his face. The liquid sent Chris over the edge.
He exploded the first jet into Terry, but he pulled it out quickly, and placed the shaft on Terry's soft back. Another jet of cum shot out, smacking Greg in his exposed face. The polar bear opened his mouth in shock, and the next shot landed right in Greg's open mouth. Tery received the last large jet, which splattered over his shoulder blades. Chris then pumped Terry quickly, which was all the tiger needed. He let out a loud, gutteral roar, mixed in with a satisified moan, and splattered all over the fabric of the couch. The three of them fell down in a sexually exhausted huff.
"You're cleaning that up, Terry."