Morning Gloria
While writing another story, I got inspired to write this story. Mostly by this image by Kadath. Since it was... inspired by his picture, after I finished (something that took me quicker than I usually do, which in terms of putting things up is a great thing), I asked him if it was cool and he said yes. I might maybe write something else more directly having to do with the picture in question. Maybe. We'll see. But hey, until then, here's this.
Morning Gloria
by pj wolf
It was queer that it wasn't sound that woke me, because they were trying to be quiet but failing. Nor was it the movement. It was the smell. A smell that led me out of a dream that I don't recall; all I know is that it took a turn from whatever it was to my eyes opening in real life, and watching Michael, my boyfriend, have sex.
I pinch myself everyday because my boyfriend is unbelievably handsome, and the fact that he wants to have sex with me, much less date me, is something I cannot always comprehend. I mean, look at him! Beautiful, black glossy fur, those muscles that he hones in the gym, his cute concession to vanity in his dyed blonde mane and tail, and of course, that cock of his...! The one that's currently plowing into a pussy.
As I looked over to Michael and his paramour, I could feel myself grow aroused. Or maybe stay there? Morning had already done that thing that it does to most males, but watching my boyfriend absolutely give it to this jackal lady was extremely arousing even as it was annoying. Did they have to wake me? And with this? But the annoyance was fleeing as the jackal tossed her head back, hands gripping onto Michael's arms while she rode him. My own scent added to the bouquet of arousal that was permeating mine and Michael's bedroom.
Of course, the reason why there's anybody fucking Michael that's not me is Gloria. She's his lover, really. My horse is committed to me, of that I have no doubt (even though I, again, cannot always believe it), but sometimes my sex drive doesn't match his, so he's been seeing Gloria for these past few months. Of course, even if our sex drives were more compatible, he'd probably be seeing someone else anyway, because Michael believes in polyamory and I couldn't keep Michael to myself when he explained it to me. I had just wished that Gloria had been a Glenn.
But at the same time, when I started stroking myself to Michael and Gloria's morning tryst, I found myself not just taking in the sight of my gorgeous boyfriend, but also noticing Gloria as well, almost to the same degree as Michael. Now, don't mistake me, I've heard of the notion of "gold star" gays, and find the concept silly: being with a woman helped me know I was gay. Gloria was indeed a lovely woman, and while I had found her aesthetically appealing, she had held no attraction to me. And yet, as I watched her strong legs bounce her delightful posterior into Michael's lap, I found my gaze tracing up her beige fur and black back, from her slightly pudgy stomach to those admittedly full and appealing breasts, and the teeth that made me shiver a bit every time she bared them in her fierce grins. Idly, I wondered what it would be like to experience Gloria in the way that Michael knew her.
"Ah, when he's finished," I started, realizing abruptly that I was speaking by the surprised looks the two of them were giving me, and kept going because I was in for a penny anyway, "would you mind if I had a turn?" And they looked at each other while my sleepy brain processed that I had said "when he's finished," and meant it. How horny was I?
It was probably the smell. I could tell it was a fresh session layered on top of another one. Now that I had been looking, I could see the froth that had already built up at that point of entry, because he'd already came inside her once. I know my Michael, and when that horse fucks, he _fucks._It's always exhilarating, sometimes an exhausting ride, and once is almost never enough for him. Which was also why that I welcomed Gloria: she took the edge off him, so he wasn't always so desperately horny (for me, somehow! I asked him, and he said he likes my butt. I've been doing squats ever since to make sure he continues liking it).
But even as they ground to a halt to consider my request, I still found myself hard, looking between the two. It only took the longest second of my life until Gloria's face split into a grin. "It's alright with me. Michael?"
"I didn't know you liked sloppy seconds, Pete."
"Gonna be thirds," Gloria interjected as she started grinding her hips against the horse's again.
"I don't know that I do," I said, still not believing what I was saying, "but I wanna try... something I haven't in a while."
"Ugh, now I need this." Gloria was bouncing on Michael's dick again, hands moving to his chest.
"You two mind if I watch?" said Michael, grunting. Nobody did, and they kept on.
I was fully awake now, and could no longer blame what I'd asked for on words popping out of my mouth without visiting my more rational parts first. And yet, I was enjoying it. There was a frisson running through my body, and I just attributed it to the fact that my boyfriend and his lover having sex in front of me. I'd seen and lusted after Michael so many times before - and still do! - but knowing him made him that much hotter. But Gloria...
One of the reasons I'd come to know I was gay was because so many of the horny boys from when I was younger would drool over the simple bounce of a woman's breasts. For me, I just couldn't see what was so appealing. Given a new context, though, watching the jackal's breasts bounce and tracing that bounce to the thrusts she was receiving from my stud of a boyfriend... well, let's say I was more keyed up to a woman than the last time I tried to have sex with one.
Michael's orgasm caught me by surprise, probably because I had no active hand in bringing him there. Was this the first time they'd even had sex in front of me? Even so, I felt mildly shamed because I had been studying Gloria, this newly fascinating sexual creature. That, and I'm pretty sure I'd seen her flick her eyes toward me quite a few times. Now, she was digging her nails into Michael's chest, grinding her hips in a circle as the last of his seed spurted into her, and letting her tongue loll out of her mouth. Tossing her head back, she then turned an incendiary look on _me._I froze in place, hand on my cock as the jackal slid off my boyfriend, with that delectable dick of his slurping out of her folds as she crawled over to me. My heart was suddenly beating quite loudly, to the point where I was wondering if the other two could hear it.
Gloria, however, was unfazed. "Hello, Peter," she said casually, throwing a leg over my stomach. I could smell the spend dripping from her, could feel it hitting me. It was surreal, particularly when she pulled my hand off my cock, grabbing it herself to smear her pussy against it. I shivered.
"Ah, hello, Gloria," I told her, unable to fix my eyes on any one aspect of her. Her eyes held me for a moment, those piercing blues of hers, but I couldn't stop from looking down at her grinding onto my cock and leaving a mingled trail of her fluids and Michael's cum. "Um, fancy meeting you like this," I said, my brain resorting to babbling.
She giggled. "Queer, isn't it?" And then she rose up, aimed me, and sank down on me.
It was... different. Different in a way that I couldn't describe in the moment, neither better nor worse than any time I've topped Michael. The slickness wasn't lube, though, and what it was felt amazing in a naughty way that lube had stopped being after the thousandth application. My hands had flown to Gloria's sides as she sat down all the way, punctuating it with another wiggle of her hips. Abruptly, I looked up at the jackal's face and found her biting her lip at me with lidded eyes, and it was too much.
I tried to warn her. My problem was the warning came about a second before I could feel the cum rushing up my cock and into her, adding to the mess inside. "I'm-I'm sorry, it, ungh, feels so good...!" I managed, even as I kept trying to thrust to make sure that she wasn't going to be to disappointed with the fact that I was jizzing already.
Gloria was giggling, but not unkindly. "Already...?" she asked, sitting herself down on me and grinding those hips against me.
Michael was less kind. "Oh c'mon, Pete. At least give me a _chance_to have a refractory period."
"And what if I'm too tired to go again?" Gloria said, settling herself onto me, even brushing her cheek against mine. Everything about it felt electric, particularly her fur against mine.
"Are you?" Michael had his cock, still damp with mingled fluids, in his hand, giving it a theatrical shake. It was floppy but not all the way soft.
The jackal yawned. "You know, I could go for some breakfast. Maybe sex after?" She lifted her head and looked at me, ears perking forward. "Give everybody some time to recover?"
It was very hard to deny that she was talking about and to me, but I tried it. "Me, too?"
"Of course, luv. If you're up for it, we could make a proper threesome of it." I knew that grin. She turned that grin on Michael when she was feeling amorous. She was doing that on me? Even after my poor showing just now?
Michael, of course, chose that moment to roll off the bed. "I think I'll get started on breakfast then. Pancakes sound good?"
"It does for me!" Gloria said. I looked to my horse to give my answer, but instead he gave me a significant look, glanced (I think) to Gloria, jerked his head up, then left. I was given zero time to decipher this string of coded language before the jackal spoke. "May I touch your little horns?"
"Giraffes have ossicones," I said automatically. "And... sure."
The finger that glided up my ossicone felt more sensual than exploratory. "Never have touched one of these. Always wanted to."
"Just, ah, careful. They're sensitive."
"So they are." She didn't stop touching, even when I squirmed a little bit when the finger - now nail - gently twirled along the top. "Michael can be exhausting, can't he?" she asked conversationally.
"It helps that he's hot," I said, voice breathy.
"So he is. But. He's left the room." The jackal pushed herself up, and poked my nose. "And you, sir, have barely lost the erection that's still inside me," she said, and shimmied her hips for emphasis.
I tried to look down but mostly saw jackal tits pressed against my chest. "I haven't?" Oh god, I haven't.
Gloria shook her head, that grin coming back. "Given that Michael probably left give us time together, as well as start breakfast, what say you roll me over and explore how gay you aren't?"
"What do you mean b--oh. Oh."