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If Jon had learned anything from their first encounter, he would have known better than to trust Valerie Suvel for any reason.

When she came to him with an apologetic smile and an invitation to a beach party to make up for humiliating him at the local pool, he first thought better of staying home and avoiding any further trouble, but Valerie was adorable, and worse, she knew that fact.

Saying no to her for anything was almost impossible, and it took only one flash of her sugar-sweet smile to convince the otter that a party on the beach was just the thing he needed to relax for the weekend.

If not for his love of the water, he might have been the first person to ever reject an invite from Valerie.

"Do we really have to play volleyball first, though?"

Valerie refused to take no for an answer when she offered Jon a ride, and though he was glad to take her up on that offer, he didn't realize that she was going to be dictating the way the entire afternoon went. Her friends were already waiting by the nets at the public beach, having held down the spot until the squirrel arrived, and already, Jon was nervous about them poking fun for being brought as her date.

As fortune had it, he recognized a face in the crowd, and immediately felt more comfortable as the ball was passed to him.

"Yes, we do," Valerie's tone was no-nonsense as she stood next to him at the back of the court. "They waited patiently for us to arrive and fended others off the court...so we're at least going to play one game with them before you're allowed to get into the water."

For her cute, bubbly exterior, the squirrel couldn't turn off her dominant personality, even when it came to something as lighthearted as beach volleyball.

With the promise of the ocean in reach and fresh, cool mist kicking up from the breaking waves, Jon was able to find new patience and play along.

"_Fine..._but only because that was really cool of them to do," Jon murmured, his voice melodramatic. "You never told me you were friends with Dawn, though!"

Valerie snickered. "For starters, you never asked...and you never would have had a reason to assume that, either."

The lioness that Jon went to for his weekly massage was standing on the other side of the net and waving cheerfully to him, but she wasn't alone: there was a large pair of men, each one standing on either side of her, that he didn't recognize on first glance.

"I assume you to go her for the, uh..._special_treatment?"

"We're not all horndogs like you are," Valerie teased. "Some of us actually go there for genuine physical therapy."

The otter was of a mind to argue that he always got a real massage before Dawn went after his backside, but he could see that everyone was ready to play; he'd already held things up long enough.

"Hopefully your back can handle carrying me for a little while, then," Jon said. The ball blocked out the sun as he tossed it up and slapped it over the net. "I can't remember the last time I actually played this!"

A quick volley started as Dawn tossed the ball back over, and Valerie rushed up for a bump. Their other teammate, a coyote that Jon hadn't seen before, easily set the ball up for him, and the otter gave his best attempt at a spike...only to find the reach of the stallion across the way to be too great to overcome.

He was eyeing Jon with a particular sense of interest as he sent the ball back over with a skillful dig, and as the ball said for the back corner, Valerie beat him to it and made an impressive save of her own. It left Jon set up with an easy set, but as he pushed the ball up for the coyote to spike, his hips pushed forward, changing angles at the point of contact.

It was a clear accident that the canine's paw caught the front of Jon's trunks, but his momentum was too great to stop, and his toe caught in the middle of the Velcro strap that ran down the front.

As the ball was spiked into an open gap and the coyote went in for a high five, Jon stood still as a statue, hoping that he wouldn't draw any attention to the fact that his shorts were now in a puddle around his ankles.

"I swear I didn't know that he was this desperate when I picked him up," Valerie joked. "You need us to get you a belt or something, dude?"

He was lucky enough not to be sporting an erection, but even flaccid, his length was impressive enough to draw the stare of Valerie and Dawn, who had both seen it more than once before. Their eyes didn't get to him in the least, but when their friends all came back around and began to stare, a bashful, nervous smile crossed his lips and poked his tusks forth.

"I'm sure it was just an accident," the coyote pointed out, giving Valerie a look...but the one she offered back to him immediately shut him up.

It was the stallion who seemed to appreciate his naked ass the most, and as he looked it over, he noticed the other patrons of the public beach starting to stare. "Accident or not, we should probably go give him a hand...you know...somewhere that isn't in such plain view."

The middle of the beach was the most popular area, but there were plenty of changing stations further down, where the sand wasn't quite as smooth to the touch...and no one ever used those stations anymore.

**

Jon didn't have any idea what kind of trouble he was getting into when he got into Valerie's car: he was only sure that there _would_be some kind of trouble, knowing the squirrel-of-all-trades as well as he did.

His assumptions were right, and his fears had been fulfilled, but you wouldn't have known that he was scared, as easily as he allowed himself to be pinned in the sand behind one of the changing stations.

"You gonna let someone else have a turn, Valerie? It's hardly fair that you've been hogging him like that!"

They were in such a rush to get Jon to cover that they almost forgot to take his swim trunks along with them, but they never put them back on his body. He was pinned to the sand without a scrap of clothing on him, but no one else joined him on the naked journey, making his bare fur stick out that much more than it normally would have.

For that being the case, they were having plenty of fun playing with him and talking about his cock in great detail, but that _wasn't_the star of the show.

"You don't even know what you're missing yet!" Valerie claimed, as she danced a pair of fingertips around inside of his asshole. "Knowing you as well as I do, you're gonna hog him until we're all ready to go home!"

Brief introductions were made, as Jon met Evan, Jesse and Resin: the coyote, the stallion and the cat, respectively. He'd heard stories of them from Dawn and Valerie, but for this being their first time all hanging out together, they were taking things a lot further than the otter would have expected them to.

If there was one thing they all had in common, beyond their apparent lust, it was their appreciation for how pliable the otter was, and how easily they could bend him to their whims, as long as Jesse was holding his arms down in the sand.

"We all know you've already had a turn at him...is it really fair if you hog him the whole time? I mean...look at how much he's enjoying himself! I wanna get in on that!"

Evan was one of the unlucky few in the group that had never met with Jon before, and when it came to Dawn and Valerie, they'd gotten to know the otter better than the rest of the bunch.

"You really think you've earned a chance to play with this little slice of tasty otter?" Valerie asked, snickering at Evan and watching him just as closely as she watched Jon's twitching body. It was almost unfair to him for her to start things out: she knew just where to touch and just how to circle the tip of her finger around his warm, flexible pucker to get him ready for deeper, harder penetration. "Honestly, you were lucky just to get invited...though I'm pretty sure Jon considers himself the lucky one right now."

Kneeling in front of Jesse and cradling his head in her lap, Dawn was staring down at her favorite customer with an appreciative grin, seeing the way that bliss continued to spread over his widening smile. "Can you really blame him? It's like you reached right into the well of his fantasies and pulled out all of his favorites at once!"

The skillful puma was used to working her paws across Jon's lower back to ease the soreness from his tender flesh, but at that moment, she was getting the chance to stroke her fingertips over the length of his tusks, appreciating them as much in a direct, physical brush as she was with her obvious stare.

"I'm sure there's a few more things we could do to cheer him up...I think he's ready for more than one at a time. His ass is stretching so nicely that I bet he can take another paw; you've gotten awfully quiet back there, Evan."

As much as the coyote was eager to get in on the action, he was content just standing back and watching how the rest of the group dealt with Jon, in the moment. Jesse held his arms, Resin held his legs, and while the girls worked on him more directly, there was still plenty of room for Evan to get in on the action, if he were so inclined.

For a moment, he just stood and stared as Valerie pried his butthole open with a pair of digits, showing off how pliable and loose his flesh had already become. "You sure you didn't already work him out? I can't imagine someone being so relaxed down there," Evan suggested. "Can't deny that I'd really like to know what it feels like..."

"Then stop making the poor little guy wait," Valerie demanded. Despite her diminutive size and bubbly nature, everyone there knew that Valerie called the shots and made the rules; Evan was simply the newest member of the troop, and hadn't come to understand why that was the case.

The fact that a massive stallion like Jesse didn't even dare to question her authority was motivation enough for him to listen to her, however.

"So I just...rub it?" he asked, not understanding the purpose of the exercise, at first. He offered a single pawtip to the gaping opening and teased it back from the inside, stroking his way back to the softer flesh of the pucker and tugging at it, moving it just enough to draw a hint of a whimper from the lucky otter. "It feels k...kinda weird, but it's really nice...so _smooth..._I think I like it!"

"We'd be shocked if you didn't," Dawn murmured. "But if you're gonna take a turn down there, you'd better make it worth your while. I'm still waiting for my shot at him...he's got such a tasty little asshole, and it's been way too long since I've had a chance to play with it."

"You get him almost every week!" Valerie chimed in, keeping her fingertips in a slow, rolling cycle against his entrance, keeping it open, relaxed and pleasured. "I've only gotten to mess with him once or twice...as far as I'm concerned, I'm being rather generous for letting the rest of you play with him. He's got such a wonderful little treasure hiding back here, and it opens so easily for me..."

The bubbly squirrel kept her efforts up, until she grew impatient; it wasn't Jon that bothered her, but the way that Evan was so slow about finally penetrating the pinned otter.

With a grin, she dipped a single digit into the open gap and began a slow, steady fingering, working a delicate 'come hither' motion from the first few inches of his loose, pliable depths back toward the opening of his butthole.

"Feel that, Resin? He's twitching so much from such a _gentle_touch...can't wait to see what he does when I slide another finger in there!"

A newer member of the pack, Resin Taylor hadn't interacted with Jon at all, save for the occasional passing and greeting. He was more than happy to keep the otter's legs pinned at Valerie's behest, but even he couldn't hide his jealous when he stared into the opening and wondered when, or even _if_he might get a turn.

His smirk thinned at first, but the longer he stared, the more his mood improved. "You're not just teasing him when you mention that kind of thing," the feline pointed out. "Why don't you get on with it? He's already starting to clench around your first finger...poor otter needs a lot more attention than you're giving him!"

When he was calm, Resin appealed to the nurturing of people in a sexual situation. Jon was already nearing cloud nine and squirming with delight every time Valerie fingered him deeper, or Dawn stroked his tusks with a practiced, skillful touch, but even from there, Resin could tell that Jon was in need of something more.

It was Valerie's greedy nature that kept him from getting it, until Evan dug his own grave and butted in, pushing a single digit up against Valerie's and fingering Jon along with her.

"Why didn't you tell me he was so warm inside?" the coyote asked, ignoring her pace and pushing a second finger into the mix. All three digits came together inside of the otter at once, and his toes curled into the sand as even more attention was showered on him. "I can only imagine how he'd feel around other parts of me, but he's got such a smooth little asshole, and his pucker looks so tasty...if I'd known you were keeping this kind of secret from me, I'd have come to the beach a long time ago!"

It was tough enough for Jon to keep quiet with just Valerie poking and prodding at him, but she worked with a level of skill that put almost anyone else to shame. The unusual combination of her calculated approach with Evan's uncontrolled, erratic penetration left the otter unable to decide which side to focus on, and only the tender stroke of Dawn's fingers on his tusks kept him from crying out with delight and alerting someone further down the beach.

The privacy of the deserted changing station would only go so far, and they knew that...but the whole group shared a mutual appreciation of the risk of getting caught in the middle of the act. None of them would be able to deny what was happening, but only Jon would be exposed to the public if someone came across their antics.

Even with a trio of digits spreading his passage apart and leaving him groaning with delight, his length was still soft to the touch: Resin was shocked to see that, and he simply couldn't help exploring that fact with more than his eyes.

"I'll still never understand how he can stay so calm in the middle of all this," the feline admitted. With his body straddled over one of Jon's legs, there was plenty of time for him to reach out and inspect the otter's softened rod: it was clear that all of the attention was getting to him, but rather than a firm, raging hard-on, there was simply a little extra vitality in the shaft of his member, leaving plenty of rod for Resin to play with, but it all remained pliable and flexible in his dexterous grasp. "If this were happening to me, I'd probably already be cumming buckets..."

"With your luck, he's gonna pop off in your face just for _saying_that," Valerie teased. "Still, I love the way that he stays soft like that."

Resin blinked. "You do?"

"I can make most men cum within a few seconds of getting into bed with them...sometimes it's a matter of my skill, and sometimes, it's a matter of their lack of endurance," she explained. "But with Jon, it's never as easy as that. I can't even get him hard sometimes, but I love the challenge of getting him there. I'd swear that he does this on purpose..."

Flopping the tip of Jon's member from side to side and admiring the way it moved so fluidly, Resin was shocked to hear that someone like Valerie would struggle with anyone, but it made sense that Jon would find a way to resist her. Even with the feline stroking delicately at his tender dick and working the base up toward the tip, he simply wouldn't grow stiff in Resin's hold.

The tabby admired his flesh that much more for being so resistant to his efforts. "Dunno if it's on purpose, but it is kinda fun," he agreed. "I don't usually get to play with such soft, full cocks...I had no idea it could feel so pleasant against my paws."

It was getting harder and harder for Jon to keep from crying out: his bliss was mounting, and Dawn's expert touch wasn't going to be enough to keep him placated much longer. She was doing a wonderful job with his tusks, and the way she moved her fingers up and down over them was mimicking another sensual act she'd performed on him before, but she didn't realize just how much he was enjoying that until his jaw went slack against her inner thigh.

"You're both missing out," she claimed, as she learned the intricacies of each tusk by touch, more than by sight. "I'd say you should each take a turn up here, but honestly, I'm not sure that I would let you..."

Dawn knew better than to try and deny Valerie anything, but she could tell that the squirrel was giddy with the slow, uneven clench of Jon's inner walls as overwhelming pleasure gained greater control of his body.

"You really think I haven't had my fun with his tusks? Trust me, kitty...I've spent more than a little time playing with those, and I've let them touch some places that they probably shouldn't have," Valerie admitted. "But right now, I'm gonna see if I can make this little otter pop without making a sound...keep fingering him, Evan!"

The coyote hadn't planned on stopping anytime soon, but hearing Valerie's orders, he kicked up his wrist action a gear and felt around within the twitching otter, trying to find whatever surface would be the most sensitive to his touch. "He's grabbing at me so much...I can't believe he was so loose before! He really knows what he's doing back here!"

"That's because he can't deny how great it feels to be fingered anymore," the squirrel pointed out. "He's such a good little ott, but he's damn naughty, too...he's been loving every second of this."

Just as she mentioned that, Resin felt a familiar, trickling warmth against his pawtips, but Jon still wasn't stiff in his grasp. His cock was so pliable that he worried about harming it, but the feline kept exploring with a delicate grasp...until Jesse finally got into the action, as well, wrapping his paw around Resin's own and capturing the otter's length within it.

"He's been trying not to groan or grunt this whole time," Jesse mentioned, having been close enough to see how rapidly and mindlessly the otter was panting. "If you guys aren't careful, he's gonna draw a noise complaint before he makes a mess of himself."

"I'm pretty sure I can keep him quiet for as long as we need," Dawn suggested. "If you're really worried, I could take some more dramatic measures...and I don't think he'd complain about them. We all know how much he loves making out with a ripe, warm asshole..."

Valerie smirked. " Now you're trying to make me jealous," she claimed, but she didn't move from her position, wanting to have as much fun with his asshole as she could before they had to bring their evening to a close. The sun was just reaching the edge of the horizon as it dipped into the water, but they were already breaking the rules: they weren't going to let a little darkness stop them from carrying on, especially with the increased privacy they'd garner.

With the slightly greater veil of the same, Jon's cock was finally joining the party and stiffening up in Resin's aided grasp. He began giving it a gentle stroke; Jesse couldn't help moving his grip up and down the impressive shaft, but it was all subtle enough that it wouldn't push the lucky otter over the edge.

"Wow...h-have any of you ever had him inside of you?" Resin asked, feeling just how powerful and pervasive each throb was against his fingertips. Without Jesse keeping him clenched around, he might have lost his grip with the next pulse. "Honestly, it might be a little painful to feel that in my ass, but...I get the feeling that I'd love it..."

"He's not for a novice," Valerie agreed. "I know I keep calling him a little otter, but there's nothing little about that cock, Resin. He knows how to fill you up perfectly when you really need it."

Resin wasn't a novice by any stretch, but he hadn't come to expect anything from Jon, seeing how easily he was taken and teased by the group. "You guys made it seem like he wasn't much of a contender, but he's...wow. He's actually really big."

Jesse snickered, feeling that even his large, thick digits were being filled with the otter's erect member. "Not too shabby for an otter," he agreed, happy to feel a light trickle of precum upon his fingers. "Wonder how much harder he'd get if one of us were inside him?"

"There's two of us inside of him right now," Evan reminded him. "And he's taking us pretty admirably, isn't he?"

"Oh...he can take so much more than this," Valerie confessed for him, knowing that Jon's mind was too blown to manage a proper response. "But it is kinda cute, seeing him struggle to breathe like that. Lucky little otter is probably right on the edge!"

Evan was sure that they'd get in trouble if they took things any further, but he couldn't help egging everyone on all the same. Much to Jon's chagrin, he pulled his fingers back out, but that time, he spread the otter even wider, taking his pliable entrance right to the limit.

"Wanna join us, Resin?"

The feline didn't hesitate to shove a pair of fingers right into Jon's eager pucker, and right as he did, Valerie and Evan each pushed one of their own in to join it: four digits from three paws were shoving in and out of the stretched, taken butthole and working it to the absolute limit of what Jon could handle.

His mind was genuinely blown by the experience, so much that Dawn's affectionate strokes upon his smooth, shimmering tusks only managed to keep his consciousness hanging on by a thread.

"He's barely responding anymore," Jesse claimed, able to feel a sudden lack of throbs in the grasp of his palm. "He's still stiff as a board...the lights are on, but I don't think anyone's home."

"Guess we wore him out a little bit easier than we all expected," Dawn mentioned, as she looked down at his thousand-yard stare and his stupefied grin. "Not that I can imagine him complaining about it."

"I'm sure he'll have plenty to say about it back at my place," Valerie theorized. "Y'all wanna come on back there? It's getting a little dark, and I think we could all use a quick rinse...especially Evan."

Everyone else was snickering, knowing what the coyote had gotten himself into; Evan was clueless, and Jon was still buzzing around in utter bliss, but the night was far from over for either one of them...