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Chelsea glanced over the top of her cards at her friends, a sly grin on her lips.

The cougar sitting to Chelsea’s left squirmed on the pillow he sat on, his tight black underwear hugging his lithe pelvis even as he tried to keep the entire view obscured behind his long legs. His eyes were locked onto the cards held before his blushing face, a sure sign that he had nothing to threaten her with.

“Fold.” He muttered, throwing his cards down into the open space between them, then hugging his knees to his chest.

To his left, Sloan reclined on one hand, the wolf’s eyes flicking between his cards and those turned face up on the floor. His black tank top and loose gym shorts blended into his jet black fur almost seamlessly, giving the distinct impression that he wore nothing at all. She liked that, but found it difficult to get a good read on what the canine held.

“Call.” He said confidently, his eyes flicking up to meet her own.

Next was Brad, to her immediate right.

The bull was only down his t-shirt, leaving him still wear a pair of baggy cargo shorts and a tank top similar to Sloan’s, though the black fabric failed to mesh with his short light grey fur. His clothes hugged his body tightly, more a result of his muscles than of properly fitting fabric. The standing joke was that he shopped for clothes at a children’s store so he could ensure it always looked like he was about to burst out of them.

He was the biggest threat with only a single loss at the beginning of their game, and one lost piece of clothing.

“Alright,” The bull said, looking to Chelsea and Sloan in turn with a subtle smile. “Let’s see ‘em.”

“Pair of Kings.” Sloan laid out his cards, his tone implying that he already knew he had lost.

“Three Sevens.” Chelsea followed a moment later.

“Flush.” Brad finished, dropping his cards with a smile. “Drop ‘em and ditch ‘em, bitches.”

“Fuck...” Sloan sighed as everyone registered the loss.

Chelsea shook her head, quietly chuckling to herself as she abandoned her cards.

The human leaned back just as the wolf across from her pulled his tank top up and over his head, letting it drop to the floor next to him.

She had started the game strong; a light long sleeved sweater that left her lithe midriff exposed, and snug jean shorts that hugged her long legs. She had been reduced to just a simple spaghetti strap crop top keeping her modest breasts concealed, and silky underwear that didn’t leave much to the imagination.

Confidence had been her undoing, but as they played and laughed and sipped their drinks, she found herself looking forward to having to strip even more.

Unsurprisingly, the boys fell quiet as she opted to remove her top. None of them met her gaze after discarding the clothing, but she certainly knew where they had been looking instead.

“Yeah yeah,” She rolled her eyes and laughed. “Take it in, lads. Good luck focusing now!”

“Bold choice.” Brad nodded with a laugh.

“Hey, there’s two other sets of breasts out here,” She gestured at Sloan and Pat. “Didn’t want these boys feeling uncomfortable.”

“Speaking of uncomfortable,” Brad offered, retrieving the cards and beginning to shuffle them. “How about we make the next round more interesting?”

The others shared glances, then looked to the bull inquisitively.

“I see I have your attention,” He chuckled as he began dealing the cards. “Loser of this round has to streak to the stop sign at the intersection and back.”

That was certainly raising the stakes, to be sure, and Chelsea was more than up for it. The fact that Brad and his parents lived out in the isolated countryside meant that such a thing would be a decent trip, but it would also mean they’d more than likely not have to deal with any traffic on the road.

“Deal the cards, cow,” She mocked playfully. “You’re about to eat your own challenge.”

Sloan and Pat gave theatric ‘oooh’s’ at the bold retort, and all four retrieved the cards given to them.

With the cards dealt, the cost agreed on, and everyone’s blood really beginning to fire up, they began their final round.

**

“I’m still really surprised Pat stayed in with that hand,” Sloan spoke conversationally as he walked beside Chelsea. “It was a really bad hand.”

“Real bad.” The girl chuckled, her eyes bouncing between the two sets of flexing globes and swishing tails walking down the driveway before them.

“I can hear you, you know.” The cougar called back.

Whether through drink or because he had already lost everything and was bared fully to the others, the feline seemed to have lost some of his earlier bashfulness, and it showed. He wasn’t trying to cover himself as he had been earlier, which was fantastic considering he had nothing to be ashamed about.

“Yeah we know,” Chelsea replied, grinning. “Just want to get you used to us not letting you live this down for the forseeable future.”

Brad was the more grumpy of the quartet. The bull had been incredulous when Sloan and Chelsea had both laid down winning hands, the wolf having only beaten the human by having a Jack over her Ten which, in turn, beat out the bull’s Eight. In recognition of the incredibly close call, the large wolf had graciously offered Chelsea the chance to remain as a spectator for the other two’s run of shame, but playfully laughed off Brad’s request to be let off the hook as well.

He was taking it well, though. Like Pat, the bull had nothing to feel shame about when it came to stripping down to his fur. The thing between his legs could easily be mistaken for a dangerous weapon...

As the group reached the end of the driveway to Brad’s house, they looked down the road to the stop sign. It was only about three hundred yards away from where they stood, but the darkness of the back country road made them all shiver in spite of the muggy heat.

Thick forest flanked the road, with only one other driveway between them and their goal, but the clear skies and bright moon hanging overhead was more than enough to make the roadway itself mostly clear. Even Chelsea could see the smooth asphalt below their feet, the human already at a disadvantage in the dark compared to the others.

“Let’s get this over with.” Brad grumbled, earning a chuckle from everyone as he and Pat began a light jog towards the intersection.

It was a wonderful sight to watch the two males begin to move down the road, Chelsea shivering as she imagined their packages swinging back and forth with their movements.

She bit her lip.

“Ah to hell with it.” Chelsea didn’t waste much time after the other two began running to push her underwear down her long legs, bunching them up into her palm before she, too, started jogging.

“You didn’t have to!” Sloan called out after her.

“But it looks fun!” She turned her head, excited to see the wolf awkwardly hopping on one foot as he pulled his shorts off to follow.

She ignored the others and their expressions of surprise as she bolted down the road between them, laughing and revelling at the wind whipping her hair to and fro as she ran. Goosebumps covered her skin as the breeze caressed her body, but she didn’t care. There was a thrill in what they were doing that she hadn’t expected, the act of running naked down a public road, even at night with no one but her friends around, gave her a sense of freedom she had never felt before.

When she reached the stop sign first, she cheered, hopping on the spot and goading the others on.

Pat reached her first, a wide grin on his muzzle even as she jumped at him and hugged him.

He returned the gesture, completely unperturbed at their shared nudity and the brush of her bare flesh against his package.

“This is actually kinda great!” Brad laughed as he and Sloan reached them moments later, the four friends animatedly high-fiving with Sloan even giving Pat a firm smack on the rump.

As much fun as she was having, Chelsea felt the urge to return to Brad’s bedroom, to both continue their party and to see what else might come of their newfound comfort.

“Come on ladies!” She was in no rush to lose the sense of freedom she felt though, so rather than a run, she simply began walking.

“And not a single fuck was given,” Sloan chuckled, following beside her. “This actually isn’t too bad! The breeze against bits that don’t normally get breezes is kinda nice.”

“You’re telling me,” Chelsea laughed at the level of comfort the wolf was showing. “This was a good call from Brad!”

“About time he had a good idea!” The canine laughed, receiving a shove from behind from the bull.

“I have great ideas all the time!” Brad chuckled. “You just never let me have a win!”

Chelsea looked over her shoulder at the other two, excited grins on each of their muzzles. Her eyes were drawn down almost immediately by the occasional glimpse of moonlight highlighting the bounces of their exposed genitals. She shivered at the sight, the blush burning on her cheeks thankfully hidden by the relatively low light.

“Feels fantastic,” She said, their excitement subsiding into a comfortable mellowness as they reached the end of Brad’s driveway. “And the view ain’t too bad either!”

“Yeah, well,” Pat chimed in, surprising everyone. “Speak for yourself.”

“What, these ol’ thangs?” Chelsea walked backwards, shaking her chest left and right and sticking her tongue out at the feline while also giving the wolf and bull an eyefull.

A mixture of surprise and appreciation from her friends was lost on her as they reached the sliding door into the former garage Brad’s parents had converted into a bedroom. Now that they were back inside in the relatively cooler house, Chelsea opted to slip her crop top back on, not that it did much good to conceal her breasts, nor the hard nipples sticking out from them.

She walked over to her overnight bag, stuffing her underwear inside and sifting through to retrieve her pyjama shorts, taking her time to slip them on to keep the show going for anyone watching behind her. Turning around a moment later, she saw that Pat had donned his loose pyjama pants, sans underwear if the bulge in the front of the dark fabric was any indication, and Sloan was just pulling on his boxers after having stalled for some reason.

The human caught a hint of the bright red tip of his dick poking from his black furred sheath, and a shiver ran down her spine.

“Alright,” Brad chuckled as he returned to his large pillow on the floor, opting to simply remain nude. He had the confidence, and the equipment, to pull it off. “New game?”

Chelsea was really feeling the effects of her constant glances and fantasies between her legs, and she was perfectly aware of the fact that the fabric of her crop top wasn’t nearly thick enough to hide her stiffened nipples from view. The guys would still be getting their show, and that was all she was concerned with at the moment as she continued to steal glances at the others in turn, on occasion even catching them as they eyed her up.

She struggled to keep her hands above her waist.

“Truth or dare?” Brad offered, grabbing his phone from the desk behind him. The bull began scrolling and tapping, apparently searching for an app to download.

Fidgety as he had been before, Pat seemed to be feeling more up to the prospect of the game, and gave a cheer as he refreshed his drink, Sloan following along.

“Alright,” The bull sat his phone down in the space between them, their snacks and poker setup moved to the side. “Now, tap the screen to roll the die, then tap again to get the direction.”

“Why is this so complicated?” Sloan chuckled as everyone leaned in closer.

“Because I’m shit at thinking of questions and dares.” Chelsea laughed, reaching out to tap the screen for her first roll. “Alright, truth!”

“Now tap again and it’ll give you a question to answer.” Brad said.

“You get a clone of yourself.” She read. “Do you have sex with them?”

“Starting off strong, jeeze.” Pat said as the others laughed.

“Well damn,” The human threw up her hands theatrically. “Hell yeah, I would!”

“Male or female version?” Sloan asked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Hmm...” She took a moment to think. “Either. Both.”

“You know,” The wolf nodded at her answer, his grin broad. “I’m in the same boat. Why not right? Who knows what you like better than you, right?”

“If you have sex with your clone,” Pat chimed in. “Is that a form of masturbation?”

“We’ve gone well off the deep end and it’s not even been five minutes,” Brad laughed. “Wait, Sloan, male or female version of your clone?”

“Either!” The wolf replied before taking another swig of his drink.

That took Chelsea by surprise, to hear the canine admit to being open to sleeping with a male. A male copy of himself, sure, but a male all the same. Honestly, to see him making out with himself wasn’t a bad mental image in the least.

“I think we’re all agreed on that one.” Sloan chuckled, looking at everyone in turn. “Chelsea and I can’t be alone in this!”

“Yeah fuck it,” Brad waved it off, but to Chelsea’s excitement, he didn’t deny it. “Why not?”

“Pat?”

“I mean, I think we all know it’s a yes from me.” The cougar chuckled to himself.

Pat had been the only one that was openly bisexual. Sloan and Brad having only ever dated girls before, though the general topic of sexuality never came up in conversation. They had all simply let each other go about their business without question over the time they had been friends.

“Alright, suppose I’ll go next.” Brad reached out to tap the screen. “Spin the bottle or the phone.”

There was a round of cheers and ‘oooh’s’ from his friends.

“Damn...” Brad sighed in exasperation.

“Typical ‘spin the bottle’ rules?” Pat asked.

“One kiss, five seconds?” Sloan offered.

“Sounds fair to me!” Chelsea confirmed. “Come on, Brad! Give this a spin!”

She handed him an empty wine bottle while the others cleared a space for it.

“Fuck...” The bull grumbled, but reached forward regardless.

Pat seemed to sit up a bit straighter.

Brad spun.

The quartet watched in rapt silence as the bottle spun, leaning in closer as it began slowing down. Chelsea had no idea if the bovine was hoping it would land on her, but she was thrilled at the prospect and fought the urge to squirm in her seat.

When the bottle slowed to a stop, Pat got what the girl imagined was his wish.

Sloan and Chelsea cheered, goading the two on while Pat blushed furiously, the beige fur of his face turning crimson. It wasn’t often she saw him look quite so bashful, but it wasn’t hard to put two and two together as to why.

“Let’s do this.” Brad said, leaning in and pressing his lips to the cougars without a second thought.

Sloan and Chelsea shared a look, and a grin, their gazes lingering on each other a moment longer than necessary. She struggled to keep her eyes up at the level of his own, but it was hard to not see a twitch of movement from his cotton covered crotch in her peripherals

The wolf’s eyes snapped away from hers, evidently attracted by the breaking of the kiss between the other two.

“Damn guys,” She said as she saw the soft looks between Pat and Brad. “That was kinda hot.”

They shared a chuckle, leaning away from each other. Pat shifted on his pillow, lifting a leg and resting his chin on it more likely in an effort to hide an erection than for comfort. Brad was betrayed by his impressive size, veins running along his ebony length becoming more pronounced as the entire package bounced ever so slightly with his heartbeat, but he seemed intent on ignoring it.

Ten minutes passed with round after round of relatively more inane truths and dares. Pat was now completely naked after having been dared by the game to discard one article of clothing, but he had gotten so comfortable with the entire situation that he was leaning back on his hands with his shaft hanging over his thigh. It was quite the sight, and Chelsea enjoyed it immensely.

Brad’s was still twitching, but his shaft hadn’t yet lifted fully from the bed it made of his balls since his kiss with the feline, and Sloan was now wearing Chelsea’s pyjama shorts while she wore his boxers. She knew there was little chance he wouldn’t notice the dampness of the crotch of those shorts, but she in turn could feel a wet spot in the fabric of the wolf’s boxers. She desperately wanted to give the spot a lick, but fought the urge as she tapped the phone screen again and froze.

“What is your wildest fantasy?” Pat read out the truth prompt for her, the boys giving a collective ‘ooh’ as it came up.

“Well...” She sat back with a sighing chuckle. Really, it was now or never. “I... I guess... Sort of always fantasized about group sex...”

The room was quiet, and unlike the others with fur, Chelsea couldn’t even hope to hide her blush.

“I mean,” Patrick was the first to break the silence, taking everyone off guard. “We could always... you know... have a go?”

She looked the cougar dead on, her blush burning furiously even as she bit her lower lip.

Unaccustomed to being on the back foot, she glanced down at the suddenly swelling shaft along the feline’s leg. All the cards had been set on the table, and no one seemed to want to stop where things were heading, in spite of the deafening silence that had descended on the room.

Pat, once more taking the lead in a show of confidence she wasn’t used to seeing from him, shifted onto his knees, his shaft bobbing under the fabric of his pants between his legs as he leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. It was an odd sensation, kissing the feline’s muzzle, a sensation that became straight up electric when she felt his tongue slip across her lips.

The cougar shifted forward as his tongue slid past her lips and into her mouth, his arms coming to rest on either side of her thighs as the kiss deepened. Chelsea pushed into it, leaning back on her hands to steady herself as her friend moved over her. It was finally happening, and she was all for it, even in spite of the shock of Pat being the one to make the first real move.

Sloan and Pat, meanwhile, just watched. Both looked as shocked as Chelsea felt, neither believing that the cougar would ever do something so bold. They turned to each other, Sloan noticing as Brad’s thick cock finally grew hard enough to lift from his sack and slump to the side against his inner thigh, still growing, while the bovine took stock of the wolf’s almost fully tented shorts.

Chelsea was so lost in her kiss with her feline friend that when they finally broke apart, she had utterly forgotten the other two were present. Pat gave a breathy chuckle before leaning back, his erection standing straight out from his pelvis with a gorgeous sack hanging low beneath. At some point, he had hooked the fabric of his pyjama pants under his package, leaving him fully exposed. She was entranced, and didn’t shy away from leaning down and forward to give the head of his cock a kiss, then a lick.

The shaft flexed, catching her lip and dragging out a long strand of precum before it bounced back into position. Chelsea licked her lip, then ran her tongue back up over Pat’s head before she finally popped it into her mouth. He tasted sweet, matching his personality perfectly in her opinion, with a slight hint of saltiness that wasn’t unpleasant in the least. She reached halfway, surprised as she was already feeling her gag reflex rouse, but pressed on, settling herself onto all fours as she savoured his cock.

Brad huffed at the scene, his bovine shaft flexing fully and rolling back up into the cleft where his waist met his thigh as he watched his friends going at it. Pat’s softly closed eyes, the way his butt clenched each time his hips bucked slightly forward, the look of utter satisfaction on Chelsea’s face as she sucked the feline off...

The bull didn’t even flinch when he felt a hand close around his erection, giving a few slow pumps before it registered that the hand didn’t belong to him.

Looking to his right, Sloan was equally as transfixed at their friends show before them, but the wolf’s left hand was wrapped around the bull’s cock, his right hand stroking his own canine shaft as he had pulled the pyjama shorts he wore under his sheath and hooking them under his balls. The four friends were miles beyond whatever line may have existed before, so the bovine simply leaned back and let his buddy stroke him.

“Didn’t see this coming.” Sloan mumbled, looking to Brad to confirm that everything was okay.

“Heh,” The bull chuckled in spite of the absurdity of everything. “Can say that again.”

“Fuck...” The normally well-spoken and quiet Pat was getting more into his blowjob, his hips grinding back and forth faster and taking more control away from Chelsea beneath him. For her part, the human took the increasing pace like a champ, slipping one of her hands up between the feline’s legs to cup his swinging sack.

“Damn that’s a sight...” Sloan released his and Brad’s cocks, climbing up to his hands and knees and crawling over to the others.

Chelsea’s modest breasts, bouncing and jolting with Pat’s increasing pace, hung half exposed under her crop top. Sloan settled onto the floor, rolling onto his back before pushing himself under the moaning woman. Using a finger to push aside the thin cloth of her top, the wolf licked his lips before pressing them to one of her hard nipples.

He drew a muffled squeal from her as he started flicking his tongue over the hard nub of flesh, suckling gently for a few moments before shifting himself over to her other breast. He lifted one of his hands to cup and squeeze her free breast, savouring the soft feel and the sounds it elicited from her as he worked.

Brad finally made his own move, surprised to be upset that Sloan was no longer jerking him off. He stood, walking behind the moaning trio and knelt behind Chelsea. As he pulled the loose boxers down her hips, his eyes feasted on the delicious globes of her backside, the winking hole just barely visible between her cheeks, and the opening of her glistening pussy beneath.

If he didn’t know any better, she had been dripping for quite a while; long before they had started down this incredibly intimate path. There were clear lines of arousal running down her inner thighs, and the fabric of the boxers themselves were damp to the touch.

Chelsea’s entire body tensed when he leaned down and swiped his broad tongue across her nethers, the end of his wide muzzle pressing firmly against her pussy while his hands groped and squeezed her ass. To his shock, a flood of sweet fluid soaked his tongue and chin as the woman was tipped over the edge. A sharp gasp sounded from above him, the human’s body tensing and shaking as her orgasm rocked her.

Brad lapped up everything he could.

“Fuck!”

The bull looked up towards Pat, seeing his eyes clenched tightly shut. His fingers were tangled in Chelsea’s dark blonde hair, his grip on her head solid as he held himself steady and unloaded into her mouth. There was a sound of choking and loud gulps, Pat thinking only after several long seconds to pull his hips back to give her a chance to breathe.

“Oh god...” She groaned loudly, groped and licked and fondled and penetrated from every side.

Pat’s cum tasted incredible, though, she could glean that much at least through the torrent of other sensations she was feeling. A hot wet tongue was flicking over her pussy, digging in deep and occasionally tapping her g-spot. B cup breasts that she had always thought were small were being worshipped by a wolf with an incredible sense for how to squeeze and grope just right.

Even Pat seemed ready to go again in no time at all, his glistening cock remaining hard as a rock even as she started cleaning its entire length with an eager tongue.

“God damn that was something else,” Pat sighed, his chest still heaving slightly as he looked down at Chelsea swirling her tongue around his head with an ecstatic grin on her face. “Suck on my balls.”

The cougars more domineering attitude, in addition to feeling like the plaything for three larger male furs, nearly brought the human to the brink again. As she slurped up the first, then second plump feline orb in her mouth, there was a shuffling under her as Sloan adjusted his position.

“Well there’s round one so far.” The wolf chuckled and he crawled out from under the human. He stood, wrapping an arm around Pat’s more slender waist and pushing down the pyjama pants he had been forced to wear earlier. “Not too fast, eh Pat old boy?”

The feline chuckled and closed his eyes, savouring the tongue bathing his sack was receiving as well as the arm around him. Sloan interrupted his reverie though by grabbing the cougar’s head and pulling him into a kiss, letting his cock hang free right next to Chelsea’s reddened face.

She let the finely furred sack pop wetly from her mouth, turning her attention to the slightly larger canine shaft now staring her down. The human licked her lips, turning her head to accept the musky gift as it dripped with pre before her, and immediately threw herself to the halfway onto it. Her hair was released, only to be swept out of her face and held back by the canine, but the job was a messy one as he seemed to be devoting most of his attention to wrestling Pat’s tongue with his own.

The wolf’s cock fattened below the pointed head, several thick inches covered in tiny red veins and a few larger pulsing ones, before slimming down again closer to his sheath. It looked to her like a small ball had been stuffed into the furry holster, but she had at least some idea of what it actually was, and that alone got her even more worked up.

His precum wasn’t as sweet as Pat’s. It’s strong tang making her nose scrunch up for a moment before she got used to the liquid beginning to coat her entire tongue. She massaged his two large furry orbs as more of his exotic length slid past her lips, and he gave an appreciative growl as he ran his fingers through her long lush hair. Never had she given any thought to a canine dick before, but the curves and bumps and veins made exploring it with her tongue an incredibly arousing experience.

“Fuck I could stay back here for ages,” Brad sat back, licking his lips and probing his index finger around Chelsea’s anus. “Guys it’s gonna be hard not to go all night here.”

“You’re telling me...” Sloan said as the two other males broke their wet kiss, Pat looking utterly lovestruck at the experience he had just gone through.

“She keeps this up,” Sloan groaned, watching their friend’s mouth work his shaft. “I might have to keep going into tomorrow.”

“Who wants what first?” Brad asked, slapping his large bovine cock between her cheeks and grinding slowly against her. “Think she has a preference?”

Chelsea popped her mouth off of Sloan’s dripping cock, gasping for a proper breath.

“I don’t know,” She said between breaths. “I don’t care.”

She plunged back down on Pat’s cock once again, giving his sticky shaft some attention before swapping back to the wolf’s. Each shaft had its own flavour and feel, and she found that she couldn’t decide between the two which turned her on more.

“You know, for not having a muzzle you can fit a lot of dick in your mouth.” Sloan chuckled, watching as she took him almost to the hilt. The wolf noticed that while her attention seemed locked on his cock, her closed eyes were wincing on occasion. Looking up, he saw the reason.

Brad had worked his middle finger fully into her backside, twisting and pumping gently just as he lowered his muzzle to deposit a thick glob of saliva between her cheeks. The bull saw Sloan looking at him, and grinned.

“What?” He asked, starting to poke and prod his index finger into the writhing human as well. “There’s three of us, right?”

Sloan and Pat shared a look, the wolf shrugging while the cougar chuckled.

“I’ll offer to go first,” He said, stepping around to join Brad behind the human. “You two look bigger than me, and anal ain’t easy the first time.”

Chelsea pulled herself slowly off of Sloan’s twitching shaft, sitting back on her ankles and leaning back against Brad’s broad chest. His fur prickled her skin in an electrifying way, making her gasp slightly while he continued to finger her slowly.

“Who said it’d be my first time?” She said with a breathless chuckle, using the back of her hand to wipe away saliva from the corner of her mouth.

Her friends stared at her in surprise, even Brad’s fingers slowed to a near stop.

“What?” She asked, laughing. “Come on, Pat, back me up here. It can be fun!”

Sloan and Brad both turned to the blushing cougar.

“Well...” He rubbed the back of his neck. “She’s not wrong.”

“Might want to give it a try...” Chelsea gasped as Sloan slipped two fingers against her clitoris, rubbing and pressing gently into her folds.

“Yeah someday,” He said, placing his free hand onto the side of her neck to hold her steady. “But that can wait.”

He pulled her into a kiss, both his and Brad’s fingers working continuously between her legs as the human convulsed with the combined stimulation. Her lips parted again, the wolf’s long tongue immediately pressing into her mouth to wrangle her own. She couldn’t tell if the unique flavour of his saliva was entirely his own given how long he had made out with Pat before, but she wasn’t complaining at the taste at all. It was a superb distraction as Brad shifted to her side and Pat settled onto his knees behind her.

The human felt partially empty when the bull withdrew his fingers and moved to stand up, but the press of Pat’s slick, blunt cock head against her saliva drenched ring made her shiver. Her hands came to rest on Sloan’s firm shoulders, fingers dragging through his thick fur and sinking into his thicker mane of hair. He responded with a more solid press against her lips, letting her pull him into a deeper kiss while he focused his rubbing fingers against her clit.

Chelsea let out a grunt into the kiss as Pat’s cock breached her hole, the cougar’s hands holding her hips firmly in place as he rested, letting her acclimate to the intrusion. Any pain she had felt at the penetration was washed instantly away by the writhing wet tongue she had begun to tenderly suckle on, not to mention the electric jolts from between her legs as her pussy was fingered.

As Pat began to press himself deeper into her, centimeter by gentle centimeter, Sloan withdrew his fingers, letting her attention shift to her backside. He lowered one of his hands from the human’s neck to take a hold of his throbbing crimson shaft, pushing it horizontally down between her legs and sliding forward.

“Oh...” Chelsea finally broke the kiss, leaning back against Pat as the feline hilted himself in her ass. “Fuck...”

Sloan moved both of his hands to grab Chelsea’s legs behind her knees. Lifting her up slightly, he set her weight back into Pat’s lap to then swap his arms under them, effectively hoisting them on top of his arms. Her pussy was completely exposed now, and the wolf pushed her up a bit more to look down at his prize, adjusting his hips to line his cock up with her pussy. There was a decent view of Pat’s balls as well, his lower half kneeling on the pillow directly underneath Chelsea to help keep her lifted.

“Grab her legs?” He asked the feline, his breathing becoming slightly more excited as he lodged the pointed head of his cock against Chelsea’s entrance.

Pat obliged, taking a hold of the human’s smooth legs from behind the knees while remaining lodged balls deep in her ass. With his hands now free, the wolf gripped his shaft, pressing the tip of his cock against the soaked lips of Chelsea’s pussy, a tremble running through his body.

A sharp gasp filled his ears as he pressed his hips forward, his head disappearing into the human followed by inch after inch of his remaining shaft. Seeing his red pillar of flesh spread open her pink nether lips energized the wolf as he adjusted his position under her, unintentionally pushing more of his length into her in one sharp movement. He grunted, settling his head down against Chelsea’s clavicle as he finally hilted himself inside, only vaguely aware of his sack coming to rest against Pat’s own.

Neither cared at the contact.

Instead, they both held themselves steady as the human girl’s breathing became steadier, wanting to give her the time she needed to adjust to the intrusion of both of their cocks at once.

Beside them, eagerly taking in every detail of the scene before him, Brad stroked his bovine erection steadily, his tail whipping back and forth behind him. A long strand of precum hung from the wrinkled foreskin of his shaft. Stepping forward, the bovine let go of himself, waiting for his friend to steady herself enough to start exploring his dick the way she had done for the other two. He was in no rush.

“D-doing okay?” Pat panted as Chelsea shifted in his lap, not even needing to thrust into her to get stimulated by her tight clenching depths.

The girl turned her head, a drunken grin on her lips as she gave the side of his muzzle a kiss.

“Fucking incredible.” She said, lifting her head and looking down to see Sloan begin to withdraw his hips and hump forward. It was shallow at first, but he was clearly getting himself into a steady and deeper rhythm.

The boys were grunting with each jostling movement, and Chelsea herself couldn’t keep her enjoyment quiet as she was penetrated. Looking up, she saw Brad standing close by with his hands on his hips, a grin on his lips, and a gorgeously thick cock bobbing straight out from between his legs.

She reached out with a shaking arm, gently taking hold of his low hanging sack and giving a tug to goad him closer. With Pat and Sloan supporting her weight entirely, she sat forward, eyes transfixed on the thick veins of the bull’s dick.

A large bead of precum had collected at the tip of his foreskin, a spot she eagerly pressed her lips against to smear the tangy liquid across them. With her free hand, she took hold of his truncheon of a cock, pulling back to give her tongue a fighting chance to snake its way into the folds of musky skin to find his throbbing head. She adjusted her grip, pulling back again to expose the very tip of his head, then slowly more and more as her lips pushed the extra skin back and gave her better access to his tip.

She tried to take more of him into her mouth, but at the awkward angle she was at, Chelsea could only manage an inch or two. With her bouncing as she was on the two cocks below her, it was also impossible for her to bob her head steadily, but the bull decided to help them both.

The large bovine withdrew his cock from Chelsea’s mouth, swinging a leg between her and Sloan so he stood between them. Maintaining his grip on her head and hair, Brad slipped his dick back into his friend’s mouth and began to shallowly pump his hips.

“Shit,” Pat gasped behind them, leaning far back onto his hands watching the base of his cock appear and disappear into Chelsea’s ass while Brad thrusted himself into her eager mouth. “D-don’t think I’ve got l-ong left.”

His voice was stuttery. Already having cum once had left him more sensitive than before, and his friends ass was deliciously tight. Coupled with his relative inexperience in being the penetrator, he felt his second climax rapidly approaching.

The sounds of Chelsea nearly gagging on a gorgeous bull cock, of Sloan grunting and panting as he drove himself back and forth into her pussy, of those wet squelches and slaps emanating from between their legs, didn’t help him stave it off in the least when it came.

Pat hissed as his hips bucked up into the human’s ass. Almost on automatic, his hips drove upward in strong shallow thrusts, bouncing Chelsea even more in his lap even as she dealt with the others pushing into her. His body flushed with heat when the initial orgasm faded, collapsing fully onto his back, still fully hilted in his friend. While he struggled to recover, he watched as the human leaned back on her hands, giving Sloan a better angle to fuck her while Brad humped against her face.

Sloan had been fighting a fresh urge inside him that had reared its head the moment Brad stepped between him and Chelsea. Two toned globes of muscular bovine ass hung before his eyes, the thick bull tail swishing side to side giving teasing glances of the crevice and the star that lay at its deepest point. He was only able to slow his hips a fraction, too hungry for that wet velvety sensation encasing his throbbing shaft.

Without a second thought, he grabbed the base of Brad’s tail, making the bull pause his thrusting motions just as he then buried his muzzle between his cheeks.

“Wha-” Brad turned his upper body, lifting an arm to look back down at the wolf behind him, his words dying in his throat the moment his friend’s tongue swept over his tail hole.

The sensation stole his breath even as Chelsea took over the pace of his blowjob before him. It was hardly unpleasant, but it also wasn’t something the bovine had ever given consideration to.

“You freakin’ weirdo...” He grunted, but couldn’t press the point any further as the girl in front of him gripped the base of his sheath and attempted to deep throat his length.

That alone had been enough to kick him much closer to his finish line, but the tongue pressing passed his clenched ring pushed him closer still, much to his surprise. Sensing his impending climax, Brad started to buck his hips harder, driving his cock deeper into the human’s mouth. Her lips were tantalizingly close to the base of his shaft, but already he knew that they wouldn’t make it.

Chelsea convulsed and let out wet muffled coughs as she was roughly impaled on his shaft, tears falling from the corners of her eyes. She bounced in time with Sloan’s thrusts, only to stop herself completely when both of Brad’s powerful hands grabbed her head.

There was an almost deafening bellow, and her mouth was instantly flooded with a thick jet of bitter bull seed. She was so taken by surprise at the sudden climax that she coughed when her mouth filled, cum escaping from the corners of her lips and splattering down onto her chest, soaking into the fabric of her crop top. Her hands snapped to Brad’s flexing thighs, desperate to try and keep him from driving his cock any deeper as he unloaded himself into her mouth.

Brad was utterly oblivious to her struggles, however, as he gripped her head tightly and held her down on his dick. He could feel his own cum rolling down his sack, but he didn’t care. Even Sloan pulled away from his backside, slipping his cock from Chelsea’s pussy before standing beside him.

The wolf pumped his shaft furiously, revelling in the sight of the girl’s cum drenched lips and Brad’s tensing genitals. The bull pulled away just in time for Sloan to push himself over the edge, holding his shaft against the human’s soaked lips and pumping out a fresh wad of cum over them. Whether aware of the change in male or not, Chelsea opened wide, her eyes still closed as the wolf’s load coated her tongue and filled her mouth rope by rope.

When she opened her bloodshot and tearful eyes, she saw Sloan panting heavily, slowly stroking himself in an effort to draw out every drop of cum onto her tongue. Brad stood just behind him, his bovine dick shining in the light of the room and still twitching in time with his panting.

Pat, the only one of the three having had any time to recover, sat up, cradling Chelsea in his arms and adjusting them both so he could move them and sit down with his back up against the base of Brad’s bed.

The room was filled with panting breaths, gulps of air, and reeked of spilled cum and sweat.

It had only just quieted down when Pat’s shaft had been allowed to soften enough to slip free of Chelsea’s ass, a portion of his own cum escaping her ring to join the fluids of her second orgasm. The short fur of his crotch was dark and matted, but he gave no sign of caring in the least about the mess.

The cougar’s hands found their way up to cup her breasts as she leaned back against him, cuddling against his body as she wiped away the escaped seed from her lips and chin. The front of her crop top was soaked through, and he took a moment to savour the sight of the other two standing a couple feet away, dicks still wet with cum and saliva, still twitching up and down with aftershocks of their climaxes.

“Alright,” He said with a grin. “Who wants what now?”