Jerec's First (A Threesome) Part 3 of 4: Heating Up
#3 of Jerec's First
Lucile remained lying on the bed, breathing heavily, her legs spread wide to reveal her soaking thighs and swollen slit. Jerec watched, still a little dazed, as both her breasts and all six of her nipples heaved up and down. After a few moments, she placed her paws behind her, and sat up, slowly. Her expression was content, and perhaps ever so slightly mischievous. "Mmmmhhh," she let out the satisfied sound by his ear, wrapping her arms around his neck for support while she shifted both legs to his left side, and stood up off the end of the bed. No sooner had she released him than he felt her paws massaging the nape of his neck, her chest pressed tightly against his shoulder. As she reached for his far shoulder, sliding up, and then down again, he could feel her soft fur intermingling with his coarser, sleeker coat, her breasts and stomach pressing against his flesh, the six points of her already hardening nipples ruffling his fur. "Ooohh . . . " Jerec intoned, intending to complement the massage, but unable to take his mind off of her body.
As Lucile's massaging paws worked their way down Jerec's spine, Geskin at last released the stallion's softening member from his grasp. The horse let in a sharp breath, suddenly feeling the cool air against the damp, sensitive skin. His head had been turned, his gaze following Lucile to his left, so he was again surprised when Geskin, standing to his right, stroked his mane, letting the long, black fur run between his leathery fingers. Jerec turned to the smiling buck, his fur damp with seed on his chin and in dribbles from either corner of his mouth, down his neck and shoulders. "Hey," he said softly. As Geskin sat down on the bed, his paws followed, fingertips brushing the stallion's neck and chin. "Do you . . . think you could help me out with this?" Jerec's gaze fell from his friend's teasing face, over the wet patches on his cream-colored chest, to the ten inch pulsing pink erection jutting from his sheath.
The full length of the stag's cock was tapered, from two inches wide at its base to a narrow area, just before his pointed, inch-wide glans. "You know I've never . . . " Jerec's voice was more apologetic than worried.
"I'm sure you'll be wonderful," the buck ran a paw through the mane fur atop the horse's head. "You already know what feels good." The horse smiled, breathing a little nervously, and bent his head to oblige.
Lucile's soft hands finished their massage near the base of Jerec's spine, and ran down his tail. She placed them gently on his back, and followed the grain of his coat, down the side of his flank, and back . . . all the way back . . . running over his haunch, until her fingertips dug into the black fur that ran under his tail. With one hand on each mound of his rump, she began to massage the muscles there as well, squeezing them together, and pulling them apart.
The horse's lips parted, and his wide, rough tongue began to lap at the stag's inner thighs, his sac, his sheath . . . the tip of his tongue traced the underside of the cervine cock all the way to its tip before returning downward to lift his balls, pressing them against his body for a moment. Jerec lifted his head to face the buck once more. "Don't stop," the deer sighed. All at once, he took the full length of the stag into his muzzle.
Despite his concentration on the task before him, the stallion could feel his hindquarters relaxing. After a few moments working his muscles, placing one paw on either side of his crevice, Lucile followed the black fur down to his sac, where it became shorter and finer. He shivered as she cradled one grapefruit-sized dully aching ball in each hand.
Geskin had been sucked off before. Lucile had done a wonderful job, for one. This, however, was an entirely new experience. The horse's long muzzle could accommodate his entire ten inch length. His tapered tip didn't press against a throat, but rather was wrapped, along with the rest of his cock, in Jerec's long, wide, rough, undulating tongue. He rocked his hips at first, with slow, shallow thrusts.
As Lucile's paws began to squeeze and rub each of his ample orbs, Jerec felt the sudden urge to pull away, his relaxed hind legs tensing again with a feeling of vulnerability. He gasped, drawing cool air over Geskin's length, but this did nothing to slow their progress. Gradually, he was able to relax, keep up the rhythm, as Lucile worked the aching empty feeling from his previous orgasm out of his balls. Gently, she ground them together, worked them in each hand, and scritched the rear of his sac. She inhaled his potent scent, the odor of sweat, musk, and cum lingering in the air. She felt the heat rising again within herself. Lucile grinned. Despite having cum so recently, she could see the horse's cock stiffening again.
Jerec was salivating. With each thrust, his nose pressed into the longer, coarse fur of the stag's crotch, inhaling the scent of his musk and sweat. He could feel the shorter, softer fur of the deer's sac against his chin. His mouth was filled with cervine cock, tapering from a couple of inches wide at its base, all the way down its length to a pointed head, the glans maybe an inch across. He could taste the dribble of precum already coating his tongue, enhancing somehow his sense of the buck's maleness. As the combined sensations washed over him, it was intoxicating. He wanted more.
Lucile's hands slid down the stallion's inner thighs. She lowered herself, her paws reaching under him, kneading massaging the stiffening base of his length hardening within its sheath. He could feel the intimate attention, the power of the cock thrusting into his muzzle, the taste and scent of maleness overwhelming him with arousal.
The stallion began to bob his head up and down faster, letting more and more of the stag's length out before driving down again to engulf it in his powerful tongue, saliva and precum keeping the cock slick as equine lips formed a tight ring around it. Geskin brought both hands up to rest gently on the sides of Jerec's head, just below his eyes, to steady his motion. The two found a rhythm, the buck bouncing against the bedsprings, thrusting into the horse's bobbing muzzle.
By now the horse was fully hard, droplets of precum forming on his tip, his hips rocking ever so slightly with each thrust of his head. Lucile stepped away, her heart already beating faster. She grabbed a bottle of lube she and Geskin had set out in anticipation, and coated the fingers of her right paw. Slowly, gently, she lifted the stallion's tail with her left, and reached with her slickened right to touch the puffy pink star that stood out from the surrounding black horse fur. Jerec had never felt anything like this. He let out a low moan of appreciation, but the sound was lost in the rapid heated movement that filled his mouth, and only the feeling of the vibrations remained.
The intense pressure of the powerful equine tongue was more than Geskin could take for long, and soon they picked up the pace, his balls bouncing against the bed and the horse's chin. A wet, slurping sound from each thrust accompanied the regular thud of the stallion's nose and lips against the buck's damp crotch.
"Oh, it's . . . you're . . it's never felt like this . . . your tongue . . . " Geskin moaned, barely able to get out the words. Jerec's breathing was fast and hot, his nostrils blasting Geskin's stomach with each thrust. He released another low rumble, more felt than heard. He could feel Geskin was close, very close. His balls, swollen almost to the size of lemons, were drawn up against his body, slapping against the horse's chin with every thrust. A twitching throb ran up and down the cock that filled his mouth with each of the stag's rapid heartbeats, the glans began to flare . . .
Lucile's fingers danced around the horse's rim, pressing more and more firmly, closer to the center with each turn. When she guessed the stag was nearing climax, she plunged in, the large, velvety soft tail hole stretching slightly to accommodate three wriggling fingers.
Jerec brought his head up, despite Geskin's resisting hands, until the buck's tip was between his lips, and then drove it all the way down again, wrapping his tongue tightly against every inch, pressing the cock hard between the rough, slick tongue running along its underside, and the smooth roof of his mouth. Just as the tight ring of hot muscle that was the horse's lips pressed itself against his crotch, Geskin could hold on no longer. Something deep within him released, and all the way from his balls, through his abdomen, down the full length of his cock, and erupting onto the back of the horse's waiting tongue came a hot flow of thick stag seed, wave after wave in long, powerful spurts. As Jerec struggled to swallow rope after rope of cum propelled into his mouth, he found his tongue pushing downward, sliding further down along Geskin's length in jerky movements, urging him to greater efforts. After each spurt, with the back of his tongue he pressed against the stag's glans, he sucked as hard as he could at the tip, hoping to draw out even more with the next, and what he could't swallow filled his mouth or ran down his tongue and teeth to dribble out from between his slurping lips onto the creamy fur of the stag's crotch and clenching balls.
Geskin's hands reached up behind the horse's ears, and he pulled forward until the bridge of his muzzle was pressed against the top of Jerec's head, thrusting himself as far as he could into the stallion's maw. Spasms of pleasure wracked every inch of his body, from hoof to nose and tail to tip. He could feel his fur rising, standing on end, except where he was pressed against the horse. They shared hot, heavy breaths, eyes forced shut, expressions of concentration and exertion.
For several long, lingering minutes, the stag and the stallion remained pressed together, hearing and feeling only each other's heartbeats, neither daring to open his eyes and ruin the contented trance. The horse's long tongue marinated in deer seed, its salt and tang reminding him of his own rising desire, mingling with the male scent still embracing his muzzle. As the buck's length began to soften, his strength drained, and a warm glow rolled over him. At last, he lifted his head, leaning slowly backward, his eyes open just barely enough to see the horse's own. He lowered one hand to Jerec's chin, lifting it oh-so-gently toward his own. The kiss was slow and loving. Their tongues wandered each other's mouths, more touching and exploring than wrestling or pushing. Jerec noticed an unexpected flavor, a musky, salty overtone different yet resembling the lingering taste already in his mouth. He realized, more with curiosity than disgust, that he was tasting his own seed, and the buck must be doing the same.
Lucile waited patiently under the horse, not wanting to disturb the moment. She lay on her back, staring admiringly upward at the stallion's now throbbing erection, catching droplets of falling pre on her tongue, dampening spots of fur on her cheeks when they occasionally missed. Her paws ran between her legs, still damp with drool and sex, but now again engorged with arousal. When at last the horse's head began to rise, inspiration struck. She rolled over onto her hands and knees and backed to the foot of the bed, between the stallion's front legs. With one careful hop she bounced her feet onto the edge of the bed, between the buck's spread thighs, her paws still on the floor, facing downward. "Geskin, could you slide us back?" The calm in her voice would have seemed out of place to Jerec, had he not been so distracted.
The buck did not break his embrace with the horse. He turned his head, lips still locked, to glance at the rabbit, and lowered his hands to her ankles. He pulled her up onto him, straddling his waist, her belly downward as he pressed his lips hard against the stallion's. Keeping one hand on her thigh, he wrapped an arm against the horse's head and leaned backward. Jerec knew he had to step his front legs onto the bed as well. Slowly he brought both legs forward, resting with his knees on the bed, inching forward over the rabbit and the stag with short, awkward steps as Geskin leaned backward, keeping their muzzles pressed together and their tongues intertwined. When he had pulled the horse far enough, the buck began to sit up again, pushing himself backward along the bed while Lucile pushed herself over his lap, bringing her chest onto the bed, allowing her to lift her head, just under the stallion's dripping cock tip.