The Creep
(There are three parts to this: girl's voyeurism/masturbation part, a gay part and a (somewhat) straight three way. If you just want the gayness, hit ctrl+f and look up "The real fantasy starts here." If you'd rather skip that part, look up "That was when the fantasy ended." Otherwise, have a good time. >:3 )
You may think you're creepy if you want, but I don't cum as hard as I do in the boy's locker room. And no, I'm not a boy. It's hard to resist. My parents aren't home until night, and I have nothing to do until then. So I like to sneak in when the boys are at practice, hide in an empty locker with a great view of both the room and the shower, and play with myself until they leave?
I normally wouldn't have a chance with these boys. They all prefer big tittied cheerleaders over nerdy mouse girls with gymnast bodies. I don't even need to wear a bra. Not that I'm ashamed of my body, like said cheerleaders. Big boobs are hard to stuff into skin tight leotards anyways. Some would even call me pretty, that is if I didn't try so hard to hide it.
This one night, however, took an unexpected turn for the better.
You'd think there would be better security, but the coach's offices are in a corridor that combines both locker rooms. I took a shower before leaving to mask my scent some, and didn't bother putting on clothes after. As the boy's practice neared an end, I snuck in through the girl's locker room and assumed my usual position at the corner locker, which was always conveniently unoccupied. I could see both the locker room and the shower from here.
I started playing with myself then to get myself warmed up. I started gently rubbing my belly with my left paw and my inner thighs with my right. Knowing nobody was coming in yet, I was free to let my moans go. They weren't loud at first, just occasional huffs and silent whimpers as I worked myself to arousal.
Both of my paws are familiar with my pussy, so they both eventually reach my delicate lips. I didn't risk more than just rubbing my outer lips just yet. I needed to tease myself a little more before I used my left paw to spread the lips. That earned a louder hum, as did when I reached in with my right and fondled my hardening clit. I rubbed it in gentle circles as I brought up my damp left paw to play with one of my small mounds. My ring and pointer now held my lips open as my middle finger explored my delicate pink folds. As I neared my hole, I rubbed it with my ring and middle fingers and picked up clit rubbing duty with my palm. Slowly, I pushed the two digits in to their full depth. I thrusted them in and out a few times before searching for my G-spot, which by now is second nature to me.
I was nearing my first climax of the night as the first wave of men entered. Primal instincts set me off at their scent. Anywhere else it would smell like sweat, but here it smells like sex. I almost lose control, but I somehow manage to keep my composure as they file in, even as I reach my first climax. The first one isn't always the best. Still, I have to bite on my hand a little to keep from getting too loud. I was confident, however, that I could make as much noise as I wanted and they wouldn't notice.
Then came the stories. Fortunately, the group closest to my locker fucked a new girl every week it seems. I hear, "God damn could she suck a dick!" first. The source was a wolf that was now naked. I've often imagined myself in "her" shoes, and this was no exception. Immediately, I am imagining his story with me as his girlfriend. Everything he describes about what happened, I imagine myself doing with him.
I am now lying at his side on a couch, his sack in one paw and his knot in another, as I playfully lick his red meat. I'm thankful that this locker room is also used by the football team, otherwise the lockers wouldn't have been big enough for me to relax a little. At least as relaxed as I could get in this confined space. The skirt I am all of a sudden wearing is hiked up, and his paw is buried under my panties. As he says how he started fingering her tailhole, I bring my wet fingers from my pussy to my own star. Now I'm sucking his cock in my mind, going so deep on him that my lips are kissing the top of his knot. He mentions how he had to stop so he wouldn't cum too fast, then how he bent her on all fours and started to fuck her in the ass. When he cums, he fires half of his load deep inside me, pulls out, then coats my ass with the last of his seed. As high fives are passed around, I'm struggling to keep my second orgasm quiet.
As I look around, there are several boys in the shower. Most of the team is gone, but I still hear some dirty stories. I'm still schlicking, but I had to switch paws. It was starting to get a little sore after number three. I am coated in sweat and my own sex juices as I continue teasing the rest of my body with my damp paw.
In one story, I am knotted to a massive Great Dane cock. I kept on grinding onto his hips after he filled me up once, and soon I am gifted with another massive load without waiting for his knot to deflate. In another story, my pussy is getting eaten while a stallion jams his cock into my throat. There's also that otter's story, where he mentioned how his girlfriend used anal beads on him while he fucked her. Some accused him of being gay, but I could tell by the looks that some of them at least had fingers "in there," while others were curious.
The real fantasy starts here. The locker room was down to just two, not including me. It's usually these two in the end. They stand there naked and bullshitting with each other, not even attempting to get dressed. They are usually the last two to leave, the pony and the lynx.
There was Conor. He's a pony, but hung like a full blown stallion. He seems to take care of himself. Every day, his golden mane and tail look well brushed and trimmed, as well as a neat patch of golden pubic fur that turns into a line that reaches his bellybutton. He has the loose sheath you expect with equines that shows off the thickness of his tip but not his length.
Then there's David, the lynx. As with Conor, I think it's safe to assume he is endowed judging from the size of his sheath. Still not as big as Conor's, I assume, but that's not the point. Unlike his friend, he either trims his pubic fur completely or he can't grow it through his thick fur coat. He's a little taller and amore lean like most felines, but doesn't seem to share Conor's metrosexuality. Not that the handsome kitty needs to do much to look good in the first place.
I can sense something between them. Sometimes I catch them glancing at each other in ways best friends don't. Smirks, nibbled lips, blushing... Sometimes I can swear I see their sheaths stirring a little as they look at each other. Add to it the fact they are always the last to leave. It's like they are ready to get busy, but something makes them leave before anything can happen. I usually wait for them to leave to finish my last orgasm, but I'm feeling pretty confident after my fourth time tonight and decide to go for number five before they leave.
It's sad that I'm not included in this fantasy, but I just don't feel right including myself with them since they're way beyond my league. Besides, I like imagining them this way.
We are now at Conor's house, with David sitting on the bed. Conor's foster parents are gone, leaving the two to their own devices. Maybe I watched Billy Madison too many times, but David is quizzing the pony. Instead of historic dates, however, I decided to go with the periodic table. "Sodium," the lynx says.
"Na." Conor replies confidently.
"Yes." David strips off his shirt first. "Osmium."
"Os?" Conor replies after a brief delay.
David strips off his shorts, leaving him in a tank top and his boxers. He slowly strips off his tank top after Conor got Molybdenum correct. He then gets Cadmium right. David lies on his back, lifts his legs to the air, and pulls his boxers up his legs. I shudder and moan at the sight of his exposed rump and tailhole, but by now I assumed they were gone.
David kneels between his friend's legs and rubs the obvious bulge in his pants. Just as he starts unzipping, the Lynx says "Ununhexium." Conor panics for a moment, sputtering "Uh-uh... uh..." before he pauses, giggles, and says "Uuh." So what, my fantasies are a little nerdy from time to time.
Conor is rewarded with a grin. "Good boy, you have been studying." He undoes the pony's fly before taking the throbbing, half-hard mare meat into both paws. As he licks and sucks that wonderful equine cock, Conor leans back and lets him work. Moans and gentle whinnies fill the room as he is sucked off. Though the lynx can't take it all, he can take most of it. His throat even begins to bulge as he stands up to try and take more in. Conor is moaning out loud at this point. Once that thick equine cock disappears in the lynx's throat, he lets out a loud whinny. He lost his shirt in the process, leaving that glorious body of his exposed to my mind's eye.
Sometimes I have David as the top. It makes sense, seeing as he's bigger, Conor is highly metrosexual, and it makes for some 'riding bareback' puns, but just because of his cock I usually play Conor as the top. I mean, come on. Who wouldn't want a ride on that?
David pulls away with a cute giggle and gives the wet pony cock tip a kiss. He knew it was his turn now. Conor had the lynx kneel on the edge of the bed, putting his kitty ass up high for the pony's pay back. I could see his feline cock dangling between his legs, half hard with still soft barbs lining his shaft. Conor kneeled behind him and pulled the half hard member back between David's legs and licking it gently before giving the tip a kiss. He then wrapped his lips around it and sucked lightly, pulling away with a lewd sounding pop that almost makes me cum too early. The shaft and bards were harder, but Conor wanted his kitty rock hard. He continued sucking on the barbed cock until the barbs were rubbing the inside of his long mouth.
He wasn't doe, however. The pony let the purring lynx's manhood spring forward before sucking and kissing one of his balls. He then licked over his perineum and gave it a gentle but playful nibble before running his tongue up to his tailhole. That short lynx tail of David's goes rigid and the fur stands up as he mrowls like a cat in heat. Conor's hands grope his friend's rump, parting his cheeks some before licking it some more. He eventually pushes his tongue inside, making David's shaft twitch and drool out pre.
When the rimming had come to an end, the lynx was panting and purring deeply. He thought he was ready, but Conor wanted to be sure. He goes to the drawer next to his bed and produces a bottle of lube. The kitty waits patiently as Conor went back to position, having now lost his pants and boxers. He pours the cool lube directly onto David's awaiting pucker, earning another mrowl. Conor introduced one finger, then two, then three, gradually stretching out David's tailhole. All the teasing is making the lynx's tip drool more onto Conor's sheets, and was about to pounce him right then and there before Conor pulled his fingers out and started rubbing lube onto his shaft.
Conor aimed his tip with one hand and parted David's cheeks with the other before slowly stuffing his friend. Inch by inch disappears, making David moan out and grip his sheets. Miraculously, the kitty could take it all. Both hands are now on David's ass, groping and massaging his rump as he picked up speed. Conor's moans soon join his, as does the sound of their hips colliding. Gentle slaps become louder and louder as Conor gradually picks up speed, then quickly die down as he slows and angles his hips for David's prostate. Then it picks back up, this time without delay.
As they near a finish, Conor suddenly pulls out. The lynx is confused for a moment until Conor giggles. He starts teasing the kitty's somewhat gaping entrance, pushing in only his tip before pulling back out or rubbing it against David's balls or shaft. "Just fucking finish!" David commands, earning a laugh from the pony.
"You got it, babe." Both paws grip David's hips as he's pulled back onto that pony shaft again. Their hips slammed against each other's as Conor fucked his friend's brains out. A gentle whinny grows louder as he nears release. His paw, still wet from the lube, goes around that beautifully barbed shaft of David's and strokes quickly. Just as they are about to finish, Conor pulls out again and flips David to his back. They are stroking their own cocks quickly and aiming them up David's body. The kitty came first with a loud lynx growl. The first ropes of his load shoot onto his belly and runs through the valleys in his abs. Another rope shoots up to his chest, and the rest starts pouring out in weak spurts onto his belly. Conor reached his orgasm in the middle of David's, and as you'd expect it was a big one. The first rope fired off and made a streak on David's face. The next one landed on his neck and the one after missed and landed on actually reached the wall behind David. Then a few more shots on David's chest and belly before it even begins to slow down. This was about the time I came as well.
Their strokes slowed down, and the sounds of them rubbing their own seed onto their shafts filled the room with their tired but satisfied panting. Conor crawls onto the bed and kisses David, who stroked their shafts together. "Studyin'... studdyin's paying off, huh?" Conor asks, which earns a chuckle from David.
That was when the fantasy ended. They were both were still hard and ready to go at the end, but I guessed Conor and David left already. I examined my paw, which was sticky with my lady cum. I giggled softly, spreading my fingers and examining the webbing between them. I let out a final sigh of pleasure when I looked up. And there they were.
Both of them were standing in front of my locker. Both of them were staring at me. Both of them were hard as fucking rocks. I let out a soft squeak, but my eyes wandered to their cocks. My estimations were right for size. That didn't stop me-rather encouraged me-to push myself back to try and hide.
No good. Conor reached forward and opened the locker, and my paws shot up to cover my face. "So how long have you been doing this, Shannon?" I heard him ask. Of course that long equine muzzle picked up my scent. Hell, maybe it was my scent that reminded those around my locker of their dirty stories. It's like he knew the whole time, but couldn't find a source. My moaning apparently gave me away.
I slowly lowered my paws. "Months now," I said sheepishly. "I've been doing it since the school year started." It was then I caught the looks on their faces. I was afraid they were going to tell on me, but they both had grins on their faces. Their pricks, as with before, were both hard. Conor's equine tip was partially flared, and I could see David's barbs were hardening. "You're... not gonna tell on me, are you?"
"Nope." David came forward and grabbed me by the waist, easily picking me up. I offered no resistance other than a meager squeak, nor did I resist as he laid me down on the bench. He straddled the bench and pulled me close so my wet cunt was against his balls. "You can keep on coming in all you like, so long as we get some... quality time as well." I could feel the barbs at his cock base, and although they were stiff they already felt amazing."
Conor took position next to my head, his thirteen inch shaft (By my guess) throbbing next to my face. "That won't be a problem, will it?"
What could I say? I grinned up to the pony and gripped his shaft with one paw while the other gripped David's. I could feel those barbs had enough give that they would feel amazing inside me. I could also feel some of Conor's pre dribble onto my neck as I gently kissed his shaft.
They enjoyed my teasing for a moment before I felt David wrap an arm under one of my knees. I looked down as he slid his cock from my paw, with now rested on my belly as I waited for the lynx. He gripped his shaft with one paw and angled it down to my needy hole and slowly guided the tip inside. I whimper out in bliss at the feeling and wrap my leg around his waist. I turned to my side and propped myself up on an elbow in order to give Conor's meat the proper treatment. My paw gently wrapped around as much as it could before I gave his tip a lick. He whinnied as I bobbed my head down and licked up his shaft. I felt a gentle caress on my cheek, urging me to go ahead. I didn't need much more coaxing to open my mouth and take it in. There was no way I could take it all in this position, but I was determined to make it good for him.
It seemed David was the gentle lover type. He took his time, letting me get used to his cock barbs as they slid in and out. His paw went from his cock to one of my breasts, and I could feel soft kisses running the length of my calf. This made my toes curl and my tail wrap around him. My moans were muffled by the stud in my mouth, who gave the back of my head a soft grip to coax me into taking more. I did, and by some miracle I now had that flared tip in my throat. There was a little gagging, but I was soon used to it. He didn't expect me to take much more, but I guessed it surprised him to feel my throat muscles squeezing his meat.
"Oh, fuck!" Conor moaned out. It must have been a little while for him. He pulled his member from my mouth and sprayed my face with his seed. I opened my mouth and did my best to catch it. It seemed like it would never end, but soon enough his orgasm slowed to a dribble. I then tried to wrap my mouth around his fully flared tip, my eyes locked onto his as I sucked out whatever cream was left inside.
"He's not usually this quick," David assured.
"Haven't been with a girl in some time," Conor then said, shooting a grin at David.
"So-ah..." I started, the tingle of the lynx's barbs rubbing my g-spot making me pause for a moment. "The two of you really are..."
"Yup," David said, leaning forward and licking some of the pony's seed from my face.
"Let's go to something I'm a little more used to." David nodded and laid back, bringing me with him. I lay on his chest as Conor parted my rump cheeks.
"W-wait," I protested meekly. I knew his intentions. "Don't you think it's too-" My protesting ended at the feeling of his tongue. I knew there was no protesting. I simply lifted my tail and let him go to work on getting my back door ready.
I was on the brink of another orgasm by the time Conor was done. He stood up behind me and guided his tip, which was thankfully unflared, to my rear. I felt him push against it gently before guiding the whole length of it inside me. Any pain or discomfort was lost when David thrusted up hard. I could feel his cock tip pushing open the entrance to my womb, but not enough so to penetrate it. My whole body shivered as both of my holes were being filled.
They started thrusting into me after that. Sometimes, they both pounded into me at the same time. Other times, their thrusts alternated with one going in and one going out. I had an orgasm at some point, but they weren't done with me. They both pulled out, my holes gaping a little and begging for more, and they turned me around between them.
My tailhole was now stretched around David while my flower was stretched by Conor. Conor was a bit more forceful than David. A shriek of pain and pleasure filled the room as I felt his horse meat penetrate my cervix. He was now thrusting onto my womb, and my belly bulged out each time he thrusted into me. This took a lot more getting used to, but once again they made me cum. I screamed out loud, shot my juices onto Conor's belly, and squeezed their poles again. This time, I took them both with me. The feeling of both of my holes being filled with their seed instantly pushed me through another climax right after the other. I could feel my belly swell a little from the force of Conor's load.
We all just sat there for a moment, panting deeply as we recovered from our respective orgasms. Conor was the first to pull out, his length still hard but quickly deflating. I then pulled myself off of David and plopped forward onto the bench, making Conor's seed pout out of my spent cunny. David stayed still on his back, those stiff barbs turning more rubbery as his shaft slid back into his sheath. I groaned out loud in my orgasmic daze as I watched Conor slowly stand up for the shower. "That was amazing, Shannon. Didn't think you could take my entire dick," he hummed as he walked away.
I then felt David's paws on my shoulders as he rubbed his softening cock over my rump. "Gonna be here tomorrow?" he asked with a smile.
I looked up at him and returned the smile, and I just managed to pant out, "You know it."