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Chapter 103: Micah Entertains Some Guests

I lay on my bed, naked, and waited for Nick to come home. Naked? Well, yeah! I love being naked and I wanted Nick to be able to sex me as soon as possible. I ran my paws down through the black fluffy fur on my belly to pick up my sheath. I never understood why Nats and Nick -- though Nats was worse -- were so anxious to get their adult fur. Puppy fluff was so soft and tickled the paws and nose in fun ways... well, penises, too, when rubbing it. Adult fur was kinda sexy, in a different way, but it didn't feel as nice. It did come with a really big penis, though, so that made up for it. Big penises and lots of cum. Faelen made a huge mess that one time he jerked off with Nick and me, but it wasn't fair that he didn't let me play with him. It wasn't like I hadn't touched it before, or stuck it my mouth... Mmmm. Tasty.

*Sigh.* I pulled back on my sheath and watched my pink penis poke out. First it was just the tapered tip that peeked through, like a mouse's nose poking out of its burrow.

The gate buzzed, and my tail started wagging all on its own. It was as bad as my penis for doing things without being told. Nick was early! He must be really needing it! I couldn't stop from wriggling and it made my paw rub me more. It felt good, super good, but not nearly as good as when Nick did it to me. Or Nats. I just wished Nats wanted to do it to me more. He likes doing it slowly and lovingly, taking his time and making sure to be all gentle. He enjoyed kissing and cuddling lots, too. Nick... kinda did, but he needed stuff I really don't like and the stuff I really do like and makes me feel full doesn't help him at all.

I pulled down a bit farther on my sheath and watched the blunt end of my penis start to pop out. It was sloped so it didn't show up all at once, but it was a lot thicker and made my sheath opening stretch and feel tingly. Okay, 'a lot thicker' wasn't all that true. Somewhat thicker. I loved watching it slide out, taking my time to see each centimetre emerge and slowly get bigger as all the tingles turned me on and made my penis swell. I pulled it right down, down to my knot, and looked at the small bump get a little bigger while it was still in my sheath. I let the rest of my penis relax, so the part that normally rested below my balls and my knot sloooowly worked its way out. The stretchy feeling intensified and the sensitive knot... *Moan* Oh, wow. I love that feeling. I love my knot. Letting it pop out slowly doesn't compare at all to the time Faelen let me put it in him, but I still like it.

Anyway, um, yeah. In school I learned that Furs -- non-Canid Furs -- had their penis completely attached inside, so only the outside part ever went outside. Dogs had a bone in their penis so we don't grow much longer when we get hard, but we can slide our penis in and out of our body. I practiced doing that sometimes, and it felt nice, but then I always get an erection and it slides out on its own 'cause it gets too big to stay in.

'Where's Nick?' I wanted to get a dick in me, now. He never took this long to get downstairs and in me, once he got home. I shivered, and then noticed I was stroking my knot. My paws really did have a life of their own, but, oh, did they know what I liked.

I heard voices up in the kitchen, several of them, so I turned invisible and scampered over to the base of the stairs. It sounded like Nats, his friends, and the adult Spirits were here. The alpha was being all loud again, well, not that loud, he just had a big voice. Nick couldn't stop talking about how hot the guy was last night, and sure that penis was really, super-duperly tasty looking, but... wow, that thing was huge. It wasn't even fully out or hard. Um, yeah, he was just too rude. Now, Si Fu Jim, on the other paw. He was seriously packing and he was nice. I heard myself softly moan and realized I had a few fingers teasing my hole while my other paw was rubbing over my knot. The thought of Jim picking me up, cradling me to his chest with one paw on my back to hold me close while his other paw went under my bum. Him kissing me tenderly while a single finger teased between my cheeks to tickle my hole, and my swollen knot brushing through the creamy white fur on his broad belly. I'd feel that massive black spike coming to life and brush along my thigh as it reached upward, wanting to spear me, to let me feel it sprea--

_'Oh, poo! Someone's coming downstairs!' _ I got so wrapped up in my dream that I forgot where I was! It was Conor and Mr. O'Conall. The clanking bottles were what broke through my daydream. Nats and Geoff were talking sexy-talk up in the kitchen, with Alpha McDougal and Sensei still there.

I dashed off to my room and hid behind the partly closed door and watched them walk into the room. Mr. O'Conall took out some bottles of -- ugh -- beer and put them on the coffee table then took the bag over to the little kitchen and stuck them in the fridge. Conor cracked one open and sat on the couch. Speaking of hot guys, he was a lot hotter than the alpha, too. He didn't pack as much in his undies, but he was a whole lot nicer and would probably make sure I felt as good as he did. Mr. O'Conall... hmm... he was nice enough, I guess, not as nice as Dirk or Conor, and was good looking, but he, I dunno, just didn't make my dick jump.

A quick look at the clock showed it was time for Nick to show up. Conor turned on the TV and put a soccer game on. Mr. O'Conall came over and sat on the far side of the couch and took a beer, too. *Blech.* They glanced up from the TV when the intercom buzzed. I could feel my penis jump. It knew it was going to get some lovin' soon; Nick was home!

I grinned as I looked at the two guys on the couch. With Nick all horny after school, we might get to have some fun. We didn't know what he could do, not really, on Nats's birthday, and the whole Demon attack thing would'a ruined it anyway, but if we did know then what we know now we would've had a real party. I wiped my muzzle when I noticed I started drooling while I stared at Conor, thinking of how he would feel sliding into me. My rump bumped against the wall when it wriggled out of control.

I could just catch Nats's voice -- the sound, not the words -- and it sounded like he was worried. Sensei was suddenly gone, and Geoff was getting mad and growly at his grandfather. 'Whoa.' I just got a whiff of Nick's scent and he wasn't even in the kitchen yet. Wow. No wonder Nats was worried. Nick never affected me the same way he did other people, not like make me lose control stuff, but I could still smell... smell isn't the right word. It wasn't nose-smell like cake baking, it was the same way I can 'smell' when people are hurting or sexed-up. Not even the way Faelen says he can smell people's emotions, just... I know.

On the couch Conor was rubbing himself through his pants and Mr. O'Conall was watching him, not the TV. It took a lot to make Spirits not watch soccer. They could feel it already. 'Heheheheheh. This is going to be so easy.' No, Nats wouldn't like it... but they would. It'd be mean not to help them when they needed it. I could make them feel sooo good. Nats couldn't get mad about that; I'm just being a good host and making them comfortable. Those pants must be really making Conor feel bunched up.

I barely noticed I was halfway to the couch and grinning like the Cheshire Cat by this point. Conor was moaning softly and rubbed his penis more firmly through his pants. He was staring at Mr. O'Conall's groin, while the brown-furred Wolf watched Conor and began to rub himself, too.

I became visible and crawled over the back of the couch to sit between them. "Hi!" They both jumped. Heheh, still got it. "You really should take off your clothes when you do that. It feels a lot better. I play with myself a whole bunch, too, when Nick's not around." Conor seemed most affected by Nick, so I leaned over to Conor and moved his paws so I could unzip his pants. This put my bum closer to Mr. O'Conall. He stared at it, like I thought he would. Lots of people like bums and Akita bums seem the most popular... 'specially Nats's.

Conor leaned back and moaned. I couldn't pull his penis out of pants like this so I undid them completely and pulled down; his big penis flopped out and sent a splash of yummy looking pre across his legs. He lifted his bum up and let me pull them partway down his legs. I got up on my knees so I could pull them farther and he lifted his hindpaws up and helped me get them right off.

I moaned and wriggled when I felt Mr. O'Conall massage my right bum cheek. His paws were tentative, even shaking some. I pushed my bum toward him to try to encourage him more and put my head down in Conor's lap to lick him clean. Conor moaned, too, and began removing his shirt.

Mr. O'Conall's paws were still betraying his resistance, silly Wolf. I turned around and smiled as charmingly as I could at him. "Hey, Conor has the right idea; you should take off your clothes. Let me help you." I straddled his lap and rubbed my bum on his penis. I kissed him while I began unbuttoning his shirt, but he seemed a little uncomfortable kissing me, so I became a bit more... direct. I moved off him, then glanced back to see what Conor was doing; he was staring at my bum and rubbing himself. I grinned and bent over Mr. O'Conall's lap, and then wriggled my bum at Conor. I unzipped the silly Wolfie's pants and began nomming on his penis through his undies. Heh, he liked that. Mr. O'Conall finally began undoing his shirt, and even lifted his bum up when I tried to pull his pants off.

Conor wasn't hesitating at all. He was licking... ohhhh, yeah... um, he was squeezing my bum and licking my hole. Oh, wow! I couldn't stop from squeaking, which often made Nick laugh, but I can't help it, and my tail went warp speed making my whole body shake. Conor held my bum more tightly and pushed his muzzle against me even harder which made it go from 'wow' to 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious wow.' His tongue went in me and wiggled around. I felt like I'd died and gone to Olympus. I was seriously drooling all over Mr. O'Conall, and barely had control of my paws it felt so good, but I managed to get his penis out of his underwear and in my mouth. 'Mmmm...' I'm such a xenophile. Foreign things taste great!

Mr. O'Conall was actually starting to get into this and pulled his underwear down, leaving him naked, too. He gently put a paw on the back of my head, keeping me from pulling away... as if that was going to happen! His other paw began to gently scratch along my back sending shivers through me and threatening to overload my senses. *Snicker* Yeah, right. Sexy stuff getting too much for me. But, yeah, it felt great, not Conor-licking my-bum great, but nice-great.

I took my left paw and sloooowly pushed down on his sheath, and watched his knot stretch that hot and furry tube wide open before slipping past the widest point. I squeezed his sheath tight against the flesh as I continued to pull down, making sure to stimulate his sheath and knot as much as I could as I released that bum-tying miracle from its home. He whimpered bucked into my mouth as I went, but I never let it knock my paw out of position -- I'd done this to Nick enough to know what to expect. Nick loved -- and hated -- getting teased like this. I loved doing it.

It was my turn to whimper; Conor took his tongue out of me and pulled me back along the couch, taking Mr. O'Conall out of my muzzle, too. Meanie. I didn't mind for long 'cause I felt something better than a tongue pressing against me. A long, hard, pre-slicked, pulsing piece of thick Wolfie meat. Conor began applying more pressure against me, slowly increasing it until his penis slid into me. I relaxed just enough to make it not hurt; I could actually modify my body, my wings and eyes were just the most visible example, and expanding my bum-hole enough to let even the biggest dick into me pain-free was easy-peasy.

I was really happy to see that Mr. O'Conall had one knee on the couch and was moving over to put his penis in my face. I sneezed and laughed when a big squirt of pre shot up my nose and then another one shot out on top of my muzzle when he took his penis in his paw to press it against my mouth. *Tch* Like I was going to not open up and let him in.

Both guys slid in easily -- one into muzzle then throat, the other into bum -- and bumped their knots against me at the same time. They both paused, groaning and moaning (yeah, I moaned, too), then began thrusting into me.

I never thought my throat was a sexy-feeling place, but, then again, a month ago I wouldn't have thought my bum could make me feel so good, too. Okay, maybe it wasn't just my throat that made Mr. O'Conall feel so good in me. My tongue was wrapping around that thick and yummy thing, like I was making out with it; and my tongue was really sensitive. So that was cool. Then he smelled all sexy; manly, earthy, a little sweaty, and strong. I could smell his sheath and that musky smell that you got from the inside of one. His balls kept tapping the bottom of my chin, which was funny, but still turned me on. I could feel his paws on me. One was curled around an ear, gently cupping it like it was a tiny kitten, and his thumb rubbed the inside of it, along the outer side where his fingers lay on the other side of the thin tissue. His other paw rested on the bottom of my muzzle, in the patch of white fur there, and his index finger stroked over my throat in time with each thrust. His finger matched the position of the tip of his penis as it slid down my oesophagus and then back up. I guess all of that made deep-throating feel good. He was really gentle, but his lust wouldn't let him stop. It took enough work to get him in this state, so I was pretty happy to see him enjoy himself; it also made me feel better, like I was getting a big, healthy, meal after only getting tiny, little, meals of junky food -- even if those were frequent little meals.

Conor was obviously enjoying himself. He was holding my rump firmly -- without a trace of hesitation. One paw was wrapped around the base of my tail and the other was massaging by left bum-cheek. His right paw, the one on my tail, was sometimes pushing against a spot at the base that sent little shocks all through me, just like when his penis hit my prostate. Nick could only hit my prostate when we had sex in a few positions, like when he had me on my back and curled in a ball. I liked him hitting my 'joy-buzzer' -- he called it that 'cause it usually made me squeal -- but he got pretty rough in that position, which would be fine if he kissed me more. He didn't kiss often when sexing, instead he mostly focused on his dick. But back to Conor and that big penis gliding in and out of me. He was smooth. Each stroke was... not slow, but, um, measured, I guess. He wasn't bucking as fast as he could go, instead he was taking his time and enjoying himself. It felt a whole lot better for me, too. Each stroke would take him halfway out, and then go back in with just enough force to bump his knot firmly against my bum.

My first orgasm was starting to build in my balls when I realized that, while Conor wasn't in love with me, he was still 'making love' to me. It was kind, caring, a mutual exchange of pleasure where the pleasure of the other was as -- if not more -- important than one's own. It made me feel so good that I came right then. Conor moaned and changed his strokes to really short ones that made the tip of his penis rub over my joy-buzzer constantly. Wow. I know I'm saying that a lot, but, really, the whole thing was awesome and just seemed to get better.

I heard Nats and Geoff howl upstairs. The sound of people getting off and my throat massaging his penis made Mr. O'Conall gasp and bury himself down to his knot in me and start flooding my belly with sperms. Yummy! I reached up and squeezed around the base of his knot, which made him bite his arm to keep from howling as loud as Nats.

Alpha McDougal didn't howl, he roared, like a big lion. He really liked whatever Nick (it had to be Nick, there was no way he'd let anyone else get that big Wolf) was doing to him. The sound made Conor pick up the pace and really start giving it to me. He must've been keeping himself on the edge for a while 'cause after only a short time -- time enough for Faelen release a muffled howl -- he pushed his knot into me and groaned. Two more short thrusts and he groaned louder and for a long time as he filled me up. I could feel his penis pulse each time and a warm jet push against my insides. So much cum went into me from both ends and I loved it.

Just as Conor was squirting his last few times, Mr. O'Conall sighed and pulled himself out of my mouth and flopped back against the arm of the couch, with his still hard and dribbling penis slapping against his belly fur. He looked satisfied, but when he looked in my eyes he seemed... sad, almost. I grinned even bigger, if possible, trying to show him how happy I was, as if my tail's incessant attack on Conor wasn't enough, but he didn't smile back. Why? He just got a great blowjob, got to see a really hot guy like Conor sex a cute pup like me (I know I'm really cute, it's not me being vain, it's true), and should be enjoying his afterglow. He didn't force me, he didn't hurt me, and I'm not asking for his number or anything... it was just fun and really good sex.

Conor leaned over my back and nibbled my ear for a few seconds before he, too, kinda stiffened up (and not in a good way), then he sat up. He kept going back and sat on the couch, pulling me into his lap. He seemed... scared. Why? I just couldn't understand them.

Conor spoke first. "I'm... sorry, Sprite. I don't know what came over me. I--"

I cut him off. Stupid-head. "Um, Nick came over you. You smelt his pheromones and got all horny. I was already wanting sex, I saw you two wanted sex, so I came over and we had sex. It was great!" Each time I said sex they flinched. When I said I liked it they looked at each other with really guilty looks. "You don't have to feel guilty or worried. It was some of the best sex I've ever had. I'd like to do it again, please? Pretty please? Dad won't be home for a half hour or so, so we can do it, um... three more times."

That made Mr. O'Conall smile a little and Conor laugh. Conor rubbed his paw over my belly and nipped my ear, which always made me squirm and giggle -- I just can't help it. "I'm not Nick, Sprite. I can't cum that often or that quickly. _Some_times I can go twice in a row, but that's rare, and I don't want to today." He sighed heavily, but seemed relieved. "I didn't hurt you at all? Faeden didn't either?"

I shook my head. "Nope. Both of you were really gentle, but still firm enough to make it feel really good. You were perfect. The only thing missing is some kissing, 'cause you know you're supposed to kiss the person you have sex with after you fill them up with your cum."

Conor and Mr. O'Conall laughed. Mr. O'Conall said, "Your dick is stuck in him, Conor. You can kiss him for both of us. I'm going to wash up."

I turned around, but kept Conor deep in me. I wanted to enjoy him for as long as I could, because I was afraid he'd never do me again. He did kiss me, and did a great job until he heard someone coming downstairs. It was Nick, so he kissed me once more before asking, "Can you turn around again, so I can hold you until my knot deflates? Hopefully it won't take long."

That hurt a little, not the cuddling, but the wanting to separate. I loved having his knot in me, sitting in his arms, and kissing him. The only way it could be better was if it was Nats or Dad. Nick went into his room to change.

His explanation made sense though. "I don't want your da or my da to see this. Neither would like it."

"Oh, okay." I turned around and slowly began to pull off. "Here. I'll go slow so we don't make a mess." Mr. O'Conall walked back out and began dressing beside us.

"Whoa, hey! I haven't started to..." He trailed off because I was halfway up his knot. "Gods. I'd be screaming if that was me, if I didn't black out from the pain."

"I'm stretchy. Sometimes I pop Nick's knot in and out of me over and over when we have sex. Not too often, but even he can have trouble squirting after the twentieth time. That always gets him off, though. Me, too." I was past his knot and slid up the rest of the way until I reached his tip. I slowed back down for that part. "Almost done." Both adults' jaws were down to their bellies and their eyes practically fell out of their heads. I carefully squeezed my bum around the tip and hopped off his lap. Only a tiny drop of cum remained on the top of his penis. "See? No fuss, no muss, just a beaming boy with a bulging belly and bouncy bum." I turned and hopped a bit to make my bum jiggle. "I really want to do that again, though. All of it, but maybe more kissing and cuddling after. That's almost as good as when you squirted in me, but in a different way."

Both adults picked up their jaws. They looked guilty, maybe worse than before, probably because Nick was mostly sated. He didn't need sex right now, though he could certainly go for it. Still, there weren't any pheromones to get them past their dumb 'don't have sex with pups' rules. Mr. O'Conall shook his head. "No. I'm sorry, Sprite, but I didn't want to have sex with you this time. I... don't know what came over me, but I'm really sorry for doing that to you. I really, really, am. If I could say for certain, I'd promise to never hurt you like that, again." He shook his head. "I'm not gay and the thought of what I just did to a pup..." He looked sick. "I'm a da! _ I'm supposed to _protect you, not fuck you!"

Conor waved Mr. O'Conall down. "Faeden. I understand where you're coming from, but relax. He's not hurt, he said so. I couldn't smell any pain from him, not once. He sincerely enjoyed the whole thing, even sliding off my knot. He's also telling the truth about the whole thing. The cause of what happened was Nick's pheromones, which is almost completely out of Nick's control at times, too. No one, except maybe you, was hurt in the whole fiasco. So, forgive yourself. Micah is half nymph; he needs sex. You didn't abuse him or do anything but, ah, feed him, if you want to phrase it that way." Mr. O'Conall nodded grudgingly, so Conor stood up and clapped his paw on my shoulder. "Let's get cleaned up, okay, Sprite."

I smiled up at him and scampered off to the bathroom, happy and full of cum.