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Chapter 1: Charles.

I walked to the bar with Charles. He insisted he buy me a pint and from here he began to babble. Oh heavens what a sweet voice he had. Fluttering and swirling, rising and falling with skittish abandon.

He was explaining his golf rounds to me, you see. An experienced, crafty player, just like my dear husband. When Thomas had began at the course, he had met Charles and found him as delightful as I did. Both are better golfers than I, for I spent more time thinking about the balls in the gentlemen's trousers than the ones I was playing on the green. Far too easy to do, of course.

I took a sip of ale, and watched fondly as Charles, turned with his back to me, miming his posture on the green. Even with that gorgeous purple tailcoat covering most of it, my eyes found hard not to wonder to his tush. And as he gave a little shimmy, with a mimed swing of the bat, my manhood ached for him. My body was never shy about telling me which men it wanted, and when it wanted them, and the answer was Charles and as soon as possible.

"...and in the end I was only 2 under par for the whole course, eh?" He concluded, giving a half-twirl to grin at me.

"Simply terrific~" I smiled, having another sip of the ale.

We stared at each other fondly. When he wasn't babbling it was harder to hide my hunger, but he didn't seem to mind. No, his eyes sparkled when I looked at him.

"Well you seem a little shy, Henry~" He grinned, devilishly. I saw his gaze flick to my loins. Oh to unleash his love right here, the temptation, so wicked, yet so unquenchable.

"Oh, well... that can be changed." I smiled, reaching and guiding a finger from the back of his muzzle along and down to his chin, applying the smallest amount of lift to his very chin.

We stared longingly at each other, and then, in that way in which it oft happened, out stares grew closer, and closer until our lips had met. His paws reached around to grab at my back, our tongues began to coil and dance, my trousers tented heavily and I was aware that we were very, very close to causing one jolly of a scene.

I reluctantly pulled myself from his lips before I lost the last of my inhibitions.

"May I-"

"Take me home?" Charles interrupted, nodding. "Please~"

I nodded and drank the last of my pint, paying the barman. He seemed silently thankful we hadn't given into our instincts too far on his bartop. Perhaps he was out of cleaning cloths.

Once I had walked Charles back to the house, I went to unlock the door, though stopped short.

"Oh my, can you hear..." Charles began, and I nodded.

The sweet, sweet sound of lovemaking already radiated from within.

I opened the door and lead Charles in, locking it behind us and leading him into the living room.

In the lounge, my dear Thomas was sat on one of our armchairs, his tights eased down, jacket discarded, waistcoat, shirt and bowtie still on. Sat upon his manhood, Winston, a fellow fox of ours, his trousers discarded on the floor, but his Oxfords, tall socks, sock suspenders, tailcoat, waistcoat and tie still on. Winston's back was pressed comfortably up against my husband's chest, Thomas' arms wrapped comfortably around him. They stared at us as we entered, Thomas aware of what the plan was, Winston, seemingly also aware, but still slightly taken aback that it was going this way.

I look back to Charles and smile. "Welcome to our lovenest." I smiled, taking his paw and kissing it. "Care to join us?"

The golfing fox grinned and nodded. "Oh yes, I'd be delighted to."

I reached for my belt, my beige plaid trousers falling down my slender legs. I shuffled them out of my shoes, then removed my underpants also, my manhood springing heftly to attention, starting to ooze and drip already.

I took a moment to watch Winston ride slowly, gracefully and gently on Thomas, his whimpers sweet and near songful, then sat down upon the second chair.

Charles approached and rolled up his sleeves just a smidge. He placed himself down a cushion at my feet, then dropped to kneel upon it. He took up my shaft in both paws and began to gently ease it, working it up and down, slowly and with grace. I gasped, shuddering and beginning to leak like a faucet for him. Good heavens, his touch was lovely. I could see from the twinkle in his eye and indeed, from his skills, that nursing a shaft was something he found particularly appealing and was well-practiced.

It was good that he'd rolled up his sleeves and wasn't wearing his gloves, I seemed to ooze and trickle all over the place. Gasping and panting, I shuddered again.

"G-good heavens... you're going to make me come~" I huffed nervously.

Charles's paws released my manhood. I could see them soaked in my precome, dripping with it in fact. "We can't be having that yet, can we dear boy?" He smiled, standing up, his trousers having been discarded sometime between his arrival and now. Charles smeared up all of the precome on his hands, collecting it into a wet, delicious puddle on a few fingers, then reached behind himself and... well, I'd have to pretend I didn't know what he was doing with it, less I soak his and my suits in my love already.

"No, no, can't be having all your lovesludge go to waste, can we?" He smiled, climbing astride me. A paw reached back, taking up my slimy shaft, then easing it gently into Charles's entrance, making me gasp as I sunk into him. He was loose, just a touch. A well-trained hole indeed~ His sticky paws were brought back around to me, as mine lay on his warm, fuzzy thighs. I made smooth, tender thrusts into him and he let me lick my preseed from those adventurous fingers of his.

I looked into his eyes, gasping and panting as his fingers were soon clean. I eased him down, locking lips with him for a long, deep kiss. A wanton one. I wanted him as part of our foxpack, I just hoped Thomas and Winston would delight in him just as much as I did in the three of them~ I'd always dreamed and touched myself to the thought of a big foxpack. Love was for sharing, I'd always believed that. It was impossible for me to just love one, the more I loved, the more I loved each one in turn.

I panted and I gasped softly as Charles rode me. His pace was gentle and calm. His silk soft jacket rubbed over my thighs as he rode me, a tender, soft texture which seemed to get me very giddy~ His cock rubbed in turn on my silk waistcoat, my clothes almost begging to be splattered in manmilk~ I continued to gasp, moan, whimper and huff, though soon I was being drowned out by Thomas and Winston.

Looking over to watch, I could see from the look in Thomas's eyes the exact moment his orgasm began to flood into my dear Winston, one lover's knot sinking into another lover's butt~. I was so used to seeing that sparkle, I could spot it a mile away. Winston leaned back and the pair, panting and heaving, began to kiss and love each other. The purple-coated fox's cock was happily spurting it's first orgasm onto the coffee table, as a future delicacy perhaps. What a beautiful sight~

I turned back to Charles, my balls starting to churn with pleasure and desire. He nodded to me and smiled. He knew what was to happen~

I gave a small push, my knot pressing to his entrance, then with one more gentle thrust, I popped inside and began to erupt. I shuddered and gasped, convulsing in the soft chair all while Charles began to paint my soft waistcoat and jacket in his delightful cum.

We four sat, enjoying our first orgasms, kissing, panting, smiling and loving.

"Time for a tea break I think, hmm?" Thomas suggested.

I nodded. "Magnificent I think~"

With great care, Thomas lifted himself and Winston up to a stand, then slowly eased over such that Winston could find all fours comfortably and Thomas was knelt behind.

I lifted up Charles and lay him down on the floor next to Winston in much the same way, except Charles was on his back, legs up.

"My love, could you pass me a pint glass?" Thomas said to me.

I nodded, handing him one of the rather delightful ornate ones, decorated with foxes making love upon it. Some things just ran in the family, it seemed~

Thomas thanked me with a kiss, then placed the glass down beneath Winston's rump, before, with a hefty gasp, pulling free his knot, then easing his shaft out in kind.

Winston, for now, was able to keep Thomas' lovesludge inside himself.

I pulled out a second glass and got ready for Charles.

I gave a nod to my fox, who nodded back. I pulled free, shuddering and shooting another rope into him, then placed the glass flat on the floor.

I scooted back and Charles moved to squat.

Four happy moans, one from the act of performing it, rose as cum poured in a most sinful way from Charles's butthole into the glass.

As the glass filled, I replaced with a second, Charles gasping again as he pushed the remainder out into the second glass, filling both to the brim.

"Oh that's magnificent~" I smiled.

"Positively delightful~" Thomas added.

"I'm sure it'll be a most delicious beverage~" Charles grinned, the rest of us agreeing significantly.

Now it was Winston's turn~

Thomas took up two similar glasses, easing one up Winston's perineum, until it tucked comfortably under the rim of the fox's loosened lovehole. Thomas tipped the glass up a tad to ensure it'd catch all the mess.

I sat and watched gleefully as Winston gave a happy sigh and pushed that delicious cum out of his hole, myself, Thomas and Charles moaning in harmony as it slopped into the glass, filling it up, then filling the second in turn. The few drops that remained, Thomas was brisk to slurp up with his friendly tongue.

We sat about on the floor, cocks stiff and merry, two of our buttholes loose and happy, with four glasses of cum. We exchanged them such as Thomas and Winston had a glass each of my cum from Charles, and myself and Charles had a glass each of Thomas's from Winston.

I held the pintglass in hand, idly swishing the thick sludge around inside. The smell was magnificent. I knew Thomas' sent incredibly well; I had drank gallons of his seed over the years and I never grew tired of it. Winston's butthole was going to add a flavour magnificent unto itself I was sure.

At last, I eased the glass to my lips and gave a drink. Just a little one, such an elixir was to be savoured. A few ropes of cum into my mouth, my tongue helping a tad. Oh goodness, what a taste, so distinctly Thomas, yet so magnificently Winston too~

"How magnificent~" Winston said, smiling.

"I agree entirely~" I replied.

Thomas and Charles nodded, though the later gave a soft huff. He wasn't sitting completely flat, his rump raised at tad, hole gently clenching and relaxing.

"Starting to ache a little?" I asked.

Charles shook his head. "Quite the opposite. I daresay it hungers~"

"Such a beautiful butthole, I'm sure it does~" Winston replied with a grin.

Placing his pint of cum down safe, Charles leaned right back and spread his legs, showing off the hole to Winston. "I think it'd look even more beautiful once you've given it a good roughening, hmm?"

Winston climbed down, approaching Charles on all fours and eased his shaft into the other fox, locking lips with him and starting to rut into his rump.

I stood up and looked over to Thomas. I took a few steps and bent over one of our larger tables. I lifted up my tailcoat and spread my rumpcheeks, ginning back at my first beloved. "Go on, loosen me up my dear~"

Thomas knelt down behind me and I felt his wet tongue slide over my entrance, my body shivering in delight, gasps and hot, aching whimpers dripping from my lips involuntarily. It was impossible to resist it, truly. I'm something of a tenor when I get stuffed. I gasp and I moan and I make a great song of it all. Again, impossible to resist. Cock does that to a man, and a man like me is ill equipped and even less willing to resist it.

Slick, Thomas spat down onto his shaft, slickening himself, though still rather cummy from Winston, then at last sunk inside me. I grabbed the table firmly and my moans and gasps and wordless foxish begs were music to the ears of the men around.

Thomas's paws, still gloved, rested upon my shoulders. His hips began to smack firmly against my rump. I felt breedable. I gasped, whimpered and wined. My hunger was undeniable, and I could hear my Thomas yearn for it too.

He slips from me, my hole already loosened a fair bit, precome oozing from me.

"Would you mind if I..." Thomas gasped. "gave you a really... jolly rough old stuffing?" He asked. "I feel a yearning to really plunder you~"

I noticed him move away to get another fresh pintglass and I nodded. "Please, I trust you. Unleash yourself upon me~"

The pintglass was placed on the floor underneath me and I hear Thomas panting and gasping, easing himself with a paw, gloves off now.

At last, he sinks back inside me, his knot pressing to my rim, then he eases back and starts to rut, hips slapping firmly against me over and over, the table getting shoved a tad and make me moan and cry in pure ecstasy!

I am overcome with that hunger, that need for rugged breeding. Is it ungentlemanly to crave cock this much? Why of course not! Who could hold it against a man for hungering for the plundering of another man so deeply?

I had no reason to believe Charles and Winston had been so distracted by my howlings and beggings as to turn and watch, though I told myself it was true as it was far more appealing as a thought.

Thomas's knot battered and pounded at my hole, slapping and pushing and pounding before, at last, he growled and sunk it inside me, his sludge starting to flood me inside. I raised my head to the heavens and whined as loud as I could, my orgasm erupting all over the soft plush carpet under the table. To ensure I was loose, Thomas pulled his knot back out, then pushed it back in again at full swell. Goodness, I felt wrecked~

My fox pulled my head across and began to kiss me, deeply, fullsomely, tongue sloppy and excitable, my own eagerly meeting and dancing with his. His kissing contained heft gruffles and grumbles of arousal and testosterone. He was a real breeder was Thomas, inseminating men was a passion of his, something that made me certain I wanted him to be mine. His tights, even lowered and tucked under his sack and his rump, strained and stretched a tad as his thighs twitched with all the grunt of it all. His shirt and suit jacket of course, so soft and loosely fitting bore none of this.

As he seemed primed to give me another deep rutting, another filling of his hot, warm seed, the doorbell rang.

Chapter 2: Foxy and Fuchs.

Thomas pulled out of me, popping his knot from me again and gave me a parting kiss on the back of my head. I looked over my shoulder to note that he did not pull his tights back up over his shaft, instead walking to the door, erection firmly outstretched and covered in semen, and answered the door.

Over my shoulder, I watched two more foxes enter.

The first, Foxy. An Essex man in a purple dinner suit. Not the fine aged fabrics of ours, but not the sterile business type either. Quite a popular figure, many a woman had wondered why he was still an... eligible bachelor. A loud, brash mountain of homosexuality, repressed in public, but he would visit often to unleash his most inner needs. And he had lots. No wonder we were such good friends~

"Cor! Gotta roddon already! Ain't I so lucky!" He announced, burrying my husband's shaft down his gullet the moment he was the other side of the door.

Stepping around the pair, was the other. An absolutely delightful German fellow who went by Fuchs. He wore some glasses, a yellow t-shirt and some pale blue jeans around his waist. If any of us could go out in public and not utter an ounce of attention, it was Fuchs. Walking in on English foxes soaking one another in semen was not something Fuchs found unnerving in the least. A formal invitation was requested upon his on-the-spot invite to our first, since then his dignified, understated presence has welcomed many a loose hole and many a happy man. He wore a calm, comfortable, knowing look on his face, stepping up to myself as I was the only man not currently being fucked.

"Guten Tag, Henry." He said softly, taking a glance around the room, then to the glass at my feet, then lifting the hem of my jacket to see the mess Thomas had made of me. "Perhaps you could pour me a beverage?" He asked.

I nodded, moving to stand up and bending my legs just a tad.

With a gasp, the thick, hot foxgloop began to pour out of my hole and down into the glass. Landing at first with a loud slap, before filling near silently, though the sensation made me gasp and sigh, my hole letting out a smorgasbord of ungentlemanly, yet excessively erotic sounds as I pushed a pint of it out.

Fuchs had reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a pair of black rubber gloves, easing them over his paws, before leaning down to pick up the pintglass, lifting it up along with the trickle of cum, then wiping a tad off on the rim of my hole. I stood back up and tried to keep the remaining cum inside me, though it began to trickle and drool down my legs, gradually making it's way to soak my sock suspenders, socks and even my shoes in cum, two thick, off-white rivers dripping down my legs.

Where we had made slow, savouring sips of our pints of anal cum, our German friend gave it a sniff, then took a hearty swig and nodded. "Gut." He said with a smile. "Quite flavourful around here."

"Gosh, thank you." I said, my cheeks a spot flush as I collected my glass.

Fuchs gestured to where Foxy and Thomas were going to town.

"That one," He said with a smile, referring to Foxy. "He is utterly insatiable."

I saw Thomas struggling to know what to do as the Essex fox held his balls in one paw slamming his face back and forth on the cock, in a hunger beyond words. "What a magical sight." I smiled.

"I agree entirely." Fucks smiled. "He told me he had that suit cleaned last weekend, has done a social appearance every day the last week, and this is the first night he can let his homosexuality out since."

"Ghastly, poor man." I said, having another sip of my drink.

"He asked me if I'd be able to ensure that that suit of his gets thoroughly inseminated this evening." Fuchs grinned.

"Oh I'd be delighted!" I smiled.

Having nearly sucked my poor husband's soul right out, Foxy slopped free, gasping for air.

"Gah! Bloomin' 'eck! What a rod!" He grinned, staggering to his feet and trying to get his trousers off. He stumbled over to one of the seats and sat down, fumbling for the reclining option and leaning right back. He swung his legs, shoes and socks still on, over the armrests and presented his rump to the room. Sticking out of his rump was a large black silicone buttplug, of which he pulled free and placed on my side table, the perfect place for it if you ask me. "Tell ya what, how's 'bout you do a number on me, ay?" He grinned.

I looked to Fuchs, then to Thomas.

"Well, I'd happily volunteer." I smiled, stepping forth and placing my pint of cum down. Thomas moved to sink his shaft into another mouth, Winston's, with Fuchs moving to make a go of Charles.

"A little loose, Foxy?" I said with a smile, lining up my shaft with his rump.

"Ooh yeah!" Foxy grinned. "Y'know, I can't go a day without something in my arse, y'know?"

"Absolutely~" I said with a warm smile.

He gasped loudly, in a fluid, sweet way, as I sunk into his depths. I place my paws on his shins near the knee, holding him spread just right, his cock resting on his waistcoat, just waiting to soak himself.

"Nnnff! And when I'm out on the road, I can't get you sexy foxes to give me a good rutting, I have to have dildos with me everywhere I go!" He announced with a big grin.

Oh he loved this. Not having to hide his desires. He was making the most of it and I was beyond ecstatic to help. "Do tell, how many does a bingo-dealing fox take with him on a day trip, hmm?"

"Oh at least four~" He smiled. "One long one to hit me' prostate, one for some girth to make me loose, and a couple plugs for wearing on the town!" He grinned, gasping as thrust into him.

I pick up the toy from the table, my hips still slapping away against his own. "And this one, how long were you wearing it today?"

"I put it in once I woke up this morning." Foxy grinned. "Worn it to the photo shoot I did. Oh fuck me, Henry, cos they flog the bingo at the old dears, they had me posing with these chippendales in their undercrackers. And I had to stand there and not cum me' self to death!" He panted.

"What a skilled fox you are though, to resist such hulks of man meat." I smiled, starting to slurp at the plug with a smile. "Oh you taste good. Utterly delicious~" I added.

"Oh crikey Henry, I need it bad. I can't bare pretending to be a straight fox!" He pleaded.

I grinned, leaning down and rutting him harder, pushing some of the cum out of myself a little faster in the process. "Don't worry Foxy, you're always a gay fox in my house. From the moment you pass through that door, Foxy is a gay fox~" I reassured him.

He whimpered and wined, needy and pleading. He nods and I smile.

"Good Foxy~ Are you ready to get your suit soaked?"

He gasped and nodded. "Oh yes! Oh please!" He begged.

I smiled and felt my knot swell. Slapping against his rump over and over and over, I finally gave a headier shove and sunk my knot within him, starting to cum good and hard. He whimpered and squeaked, cock starting to spurt and splatter cum all over his soft purple suit.

Once my orgasm subsided, I pulled myself free and took my shaft in my paw, all slimy and slick. I stroked myself over him, before adding a second heavy, creamy, sticky and delicious soaking of semen to his suit, watching with a smile as he smeared our cum in.

"Ooh yes, got to make sure it's clear that another man has cum on you~" I explained.

"Yeah! Blimey I look amazing!" Foxy grinned.

"Mmm, we'll have to wash that suit thoroughly before you can be seen in public again. You'll have to stay the night I think~" I smiled.

Foxy nodded. "Ooh yeah! I love sleeping with you lot~"

"I still extend the offer for you to become part of our family, Foxy~" I smiled. "You'd be a delight~"

Foxy chuckled and smeared his cum around. "I'm not good at loyalty Henry, I like to sleep around."

"That's quite alright, so do we~"

At this point, I noticed Thomas bending Charles over the table he'd bred me on previously, and Fuchs and Winston walking over to us.

Foxsludge was pouring thickly down Winston's legs and Fuchs was now naked, except for those rubber gloves and his glasses.

"Tell me, Foxy," Fuchs began. "Have you ever been fisted before?"

The room gave a shiver, a deeply aroused, highly homosexual shiver of excitement.

Foxy gave a shake of the head.

Fuchs nodded and rubbed his rubber gloved paws together. "Would you like to be?"

The Essex fox gulped, then nodded. "If it's gay, I want it."

"Oh Ja, it is very gay~" Fuchs smiled. I moved aside, to the other side of Foxy's spread, raised legs and Fuchs stepped between them, dropping effortlessly into a squat to look over the cum-dripping butthole belonging to Foxy. "Very little is gayer than getting fisted by a group of friendly men."

Foxy smiled and nodded. "Ooh! Then gimme! I can't wait!"

I took hold of one of the Essex fox's legs, holding him comfortably spread and idly rubbing his socks and up to his knees while Winston did likewise on the other side. Fuchs probed Foxy's hole with his rubber-covered digits, easing a few in gently, using my hot seed as lubrication.

My butthole was still loose and drooling out cum, my cock spent and achy, it was quite a nice rest really. I watched Fuchs sink inside to the second knuckle, then ease back out and swap with the other.

"Do you have any lube?" Fuchs asked.

I nodded and slipped away into one of the back rooms, collecting a large glass jug and filling it with thick, sloppy fisting lube.

I returned with the jug and placed it back down next to Fuchs.

"Danke schön." He said with a smile, sinking his gloved paws into the slop, then wringing them together and starting to sink his digits back into Foxy.

It was wonderful to watch Fuch's paws ease their way in and out of Foxy, soon able to sink in past the wrist, making the Essex fox gasp and whimper in pleasure.

"Grab onto my paw." Fuchs instructed, one left in Foxy's rump.

Foxy nodded and Fuchs smiled, feeling the resistance inside. "Good fox. You're going to have a nice pretty gape when we are done~"

The bingo fox's cock leaked like a faucet. He held firmly to the seat and whimpered and gasped.

Fuchs eased his paw out, lubing them again and smiling. "You want both paws in you?"

Foxy gasped and smiled. "Anything you want~"

"Well, what do you want?"

Foxy answered by whimpering and, without being touched, starting to cum. It seemed all that pleasure had come to a head. His semen flew into the air and rained down gently onto Fuchs, the German smiling and letting it land where it may, over his muzzle and his chest.

Fuchs brought his paws forth, rubbing them gently over the loose hole of Foxy.

"Inside me~" Foxy whimpered at last.

Fuchs nodded and sunk both in nice and slow, causing more gasps, whimpers and delights from Foxy~

After a few more minuets of working Foxy loose, Fuchs finally pulled free and smiled at the sloppy, wrecked hole he'd created. "Good fox. Push that out for me~" He instructed.

Foxy nodded, his hole twitching, then emitting a delightfully obscene series of slops and gurgles as thick cum and thicker lube began to slop out of that loose, loose hole~

"Very good~" Fuchs smiled, standing and sinking his cock into the hole. "You like your new butthole?" He asked.

Foxy grinned. "Oh it's perfect~" He smiled.

Fuchs sunk his knot inside the Essex fox, giving a few throbs to make himself cum, then pulled free to paint Foxy's suit and stepped clear.

Winston stepped around and sunk himself inside Foxy, taking his turn, leaving myself and Fuchs together.

"I think you're next." Fuchs grinned at me, reaching around to rub his lubed gloves over my own sloppy hole. "Nice and slick but... not messy enough." He grinned.

I nodded and smiled. "Oh I agree." I said. "But first," I interjected, dropping to my knees and taking Fuchs' slick, slimy cock into one of my paws, then into my mouth.

His hot flesh tasted magnificently, of Foxy's butthole, lube and my own cum. I sucked and I slurped, looking him in the eye as I licked from base to tip, his knot pressing against my lips when I slurped deeply.

He eased me back from his shaft and smiled. "I don't want to cum in your mouth, I want to put it in your asshole, follow me~" He instructed.

I stood up and followed. He lead me to a chair and instructed me to lie down on my back. I did as requested, before he lifted my legs and eased me up so I was resting on my shoulders, me legs up in the air and spread.

Smiling at his ingenuity, I reached up to spread myself, feeling some of the cum trickling up my taint and some that was coating my legs thickly, begin to drip back up towards me knees.

From above, Fuchs stepped astride me, stood above. He pressed his cock downwards, squatted over my rump, then sunk himself into me. He took hold of my cummy legs and bucked downwards into my hole, like drilling for oil.

My cock dangled over my face, twitching and dripping with many men's semen.

I grinned up at Fuchs, watching him buck and fuck into me, his knot pressing and rubbing against my looseness, ready to sink inside and give me another filling~

He makes a series of good, deep thrusts, then pulls back out and smiles.

"Look at your hole, Henry. So loose and sloppy. Almost as loose as Foxy's." He grinned.

"Why thank you!" I beamed. "Shame one always has to come second, hmm?"

Fuchs grinned and sunk his cock back inside. "Ja? Well, I think I could help with sloppy~" He smirked. He gave a few more thrusts, then sunk in his knot and began to cum in me. I gasped and did likewise, but my hot, sticky loads missed my suit and soaked my face from ear tip to the neck.

Wiping the cum from my eyes, I saw Fuchs pick up a plastic funnel and place it into my hole, then pick up his pint of cum and slowly pour it into the funnel, and in turn, into me.

Once the glass was empty and the funnel had finished, I had three pints or more of cum inside me. It was deep, making my stomach bulge a tad.

"Go on, stand up~" Fuchs suggested.

I nodded, placing my shoe-clad feet back on the floor and hauling myself up.

Fuchs lifted the back of my jacket and I stayed still, my hole making obscene and ungentlemanly sounds as the cum began to pour, like thick rain down my legs and back into the glass.

"Just imagine how good that's going to taste." Fuchs smiled.

I squatted down over the glass, taking hold of Fuchs' cock and easing it into my throat. I sucked him slowly, tenderly and hungrily as I felt his fuckmuck ease delightfully out of me. His cock was nice and hot, slimy from being inside me, the taste of my rump all over his meat.

Once I was empty, I eased his cock from my shaft and rested my tongue on the tip, mouth open. Fuchs took hold of the shaft, gave a few happy pumps and began to drench my face in his seed to boot.

Standing up, I exchanged kisses with Fuchs again, picking up my pint of lovesludge and having a sip. From here, I turned to see Thomas, Charles and Winston surrounding Foxy, utterly drenching him and his suit in their cum. His purple suit was soaked through and through, pockets filled and his face bathed in hot, creamy cum. I aided the soaking, shooting a few thick ropes of cum over his muzzle and over his tie, before squatting down and giving him a nice, deep kiss.

"Fuck~" Foxy gasped. "I'm spunked!"

At last, six of the filthiest, gayest foxes the world had ever seen had been, temporarily sated of their lust. We snuggled together and traded lustful, obscene kisses, cum smearing over our clothes, dripping from our bodies in delightful form.

"I don't know how I'm going to get home." Foxy smiled between kisses of Charles and Winston. "Me' suit's more cum than fabric~" He giggled.

"Go home?" I grinned. "Oh no, there's plenty of room in the bed for everyone tonight~" I assured him.

"How do you propose that?" Charles asked with a grin.

I brought the five into our bedroom, large double bed. "We could all snuggle in in a line, but I propose a better plan." I said. I instructed my beloved Thomas and Fuchs to lie on the bed together, one beside the other, cocks hard as steel in mere seconds. T'was the effect of being around fellow gay foxes of course. From here, I approached and climbed up onto my husband's shaft, easing him in comfy and deep, then lay back snug upon him, suggesting that Winston should mount Fuchs in kind, of which he did. At last, with myself and Winston stiff as planks, we invited Charles and Foxy to mount us in tern, Charles easing over Winston, Foxy gleefully sinking my shaft into his loose, cumflooded hole.

We lay back, two stacks of three cumfoxes, my husband leaning back to switch off the lights, and there we lay. Even as Thomas drifted gently to sleep, he remained hard as stone inside me, and me too inside Foxy, all that hot, sticky cum tickling as it dripped down me.

Deep in the night, I could hear Foxy whimper and whine. I awoke and look up, seeing his shaft still hard, a nice bead of precome on the tip.

"Oh Foxy~" I whispered, reaching up and coiling a paw around his shaft. "All that cum and you're still lustful?"

"I can't help it~" He whined. "I'm surrounded by men, it makes me hard~"

I could feel the other foxes ease awake and smile, watching me stroke Foxy in silence. As I stroked him, listening to him whimper and beg, my knot swelled up again.

With a soft, delicate gasp, my knot sunk into his hole again, causing him to splatter another big load of cum all over his suited chest, and for me to pump yet another load into his warm rump~

"I think we make a good family~" My husband smiled.

"All six of us?" I enquired.

He nodded. "A nice big family of queer foxes~"

How could I argue with that?