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Eyes adjusting to the dimmer light, I stepped over a cart abandoned by one of the pups on the floor, shaking my head as I followed Martin and Vicky to their informal lounge. It was mostly used as Vicky’s art room these days owing to the larger TV being in the main lounge. An easel stood off to the side, paints and pallets littering the table next to it.

The room was still spacious, a large sofa in the shape of an L making up the majority of the furniture in the room. Vicky lay a series of towels down, gently lowering a drowsy Amy onto the shorter side of the couch, the tired pup resisting sleep and propping herself up on an elbow.

Liz took my hand in hers shyly, her expression none the less eager as she stood with her legs slightly apart, my seed dripping down her thick damp fur.

I was beginning to feel uncomfortable but Vicky took the lead, the diminutive bitch was amusingly eager. Vicky instructed Liz to take a position to one side of the couch. When Liz was unsure of what the older otter wanted, Vicky guided her into a kneeling position, her head facing the back rest, rump raised, exposing her pale private parts lewdly.

Vicky leapt enthusiastically onto the couch next to the skunk, mirroring the skunk’s position and chirped instructions at the two of us standing back and admiring the view. She explained to Liz that her boyfriend would be occupied for a while and would have to settle for her husband, the skunk actually looked slightly relieved, perhaps because she knew Martin wouldn’t be as large as me.

Adrenaline pumping at the sight of the two on waiting patiently for us, Martin and I sharing the same silly grin, his more feral, mine more silly, we stepped behind our awaiting partners. Martin, gripping the base of Liz’ tail, immediately beginning his task, his face dipping between her firm cheeks and lapping happily at her soaked tunnel.

Savouring the moment, I used my hands to spread the otter bitch’s rump further, my rod twitching at the sight of her stretching entrances, a bead of my otter friend’s seed seeping out of her pink tail hole.

“Colin! Are you going stare at that all day or are you going to eat it?” Liz demanded, looking back at me.

My foggy head telling me I had better comply with her wishes, a pool of spit formed in the corner of my mouth. I leant in to sample the combination of Martins seed and Vicky’s pucker. Vicky’s musty scent overpowered Martins more subtle seed but most of the taste was dominated by his hasty deposit in her rear end. Diligently, I worked my way around the circumference toward the centre, noticing that the otters shape was not uniformly round like a humans, nor similar to the little skunk twitching and squeaking next to me, it formed an oval shape parallel to the ground at the base of the thick otter tail and stood slightly proud of the surrounding skin. The entrance none the less was extremely tight and I had to work to slip my tongue into the eager otter, her hands reaching behind her to help spread her cheeks further for me.

Engrossed in my work, I barely registered the sound my little skunk emitted, letting out a tiny mewl as she reached her third orgasm today, her immature love hole releasing a mixture of my seed and her arousal for the otter to lap eagerly up. Most of the human girls I had been with would be satisfied by this stage, but the playful skunk’s heat seemed to keep her perpetually aroused, her strong smell permeating the air around us with lust.

Martin stood abruptly, pulling the little skunks knees off the couch, her stomach coming to rest on the towel. Taking a moment to line himself up, he pressed himself to her soaked hole and thrust. Liz let out a yip of surprise at the abrupt penetration but settled quickly with his smaller size. The otter became a blur behind her, his hips hammering a machine gun slap onto her damp fur, skunk fluid sent flying out behind her onto the tiles with the astonishing speed. A surprised whine building up in Liz’ throat as she barrelled toward her next orgasm. I wondered how many her little body could manage before she passed completely out while probing the otter’s tight pucker as deeply as I could manage with my human tongue.

I felt Vicky’s left hand leave its place on her rump and bury itself in her crotch, a cute chittering escaping her open mouth, her eyes closed in concentration. “Take me Colin, I can’t wait any more!” Pushing myself off her, I stood, looking to the side to see Little Amy awake once again, observing our rutting with a feral look in her eyes. Her costume once again pushed to the side and one finger digging into her tiny 9 year old otter entrance.

Vicky saw where my attention was, panting while her fingers kept their pace and asked hoarsely, “Colin, you’re going to have to help Amy too.” I grinned as I wondered how well I was going to manage at multitasking.

I realised my thought was slightly fogged from lust and I shook it off briefly. Nodding, I pulled Vicky into the same position as Liz, pressing the otters tail to the side as I held my shaft ready to invade her. Using more caution than Martin had, I steadily sunk myself into her waiting hole, smiling at the cute moan that came out of my friend, followed by an amazed, “Holy Shit!” before I was completely hilted.

Waving Amy over, I stood her above her mother, legs spread to either side and bent her forward, her hands resting on the backrest of the couch, her tiny entrances glistening and winking eagerly with desire, her powerful young tail shivering in anticipation. Vicky’s hot tunnel rippled around my shaft, her opening tight enough that I felt as though my blood supply might be cut off if I didn’t start moving soon. I lifted a free hand to Amy, amazed at what I was about to do, extending one finger and pressed it slowly into her elastic little love hole. Amy let out a muffled squeak, her knees almost buckling at the sensation of the large digit invading her tiny tunnel.

“Holy shit Colin!” I heard Vicky’s muffled exclamation, “You’re so big I’m almost feeling nauseous!” She remarked from under her daughter. “I’m surprised Liz is still in one piece!”

I laughed, my hips retreating slowly to prepare for my next thrust, pulling my finger out of Amy’s tunnel simultaneously. I paused and pressed myself into both girls again, grinning at the cute noises coming from the mother/daughter pair. I was surprised at how aroused little Amy was; not having thought so young a girl could get as moist as she was.

Gradually finding my rhythm, I marvelled at the sensation of having a tight rubber band stretched over my rod while Amy’s adorable tail hole winked at me in pleasure, her stubby little tail arched over her back and twitching erratically.

My confidence growing, I started to relax and explore, leaning my face forward to press it into the tight little otter’s butt cheeks while I thrust into the wanton pair. Having been in the pool most of the day, I could barely even smell her tiny little pucker and I eagerly pressed my tongue against her entrance, her lust at the sensation quickly overcoming her hesitation as she pressed her backside firmly into my face, my thick short tongue gradually finding its way into her oblong entrance.

Beside me, Liz’ was racking up an impressive count of orgasms, each additional one changing the noises emitting for her throat from squeaks and mewls to throaty barks. Martin closed his eyes, his hands gripping her waist as he approached his peak, rhythm becoming erratic as his fuzzy balls drew tighter to him. He released with a bark, not bothering to change holes as he had with his wife as there was no risk of pregnancy across species. Our combined seed, along with Liz’ juices, filling her up and expanded her tiny tunnel before finding an escape and squirting behind the pair with impressive pressure, a slippery streak at least a meter long glistening on the tiles behind the pair.

Furry chest heaving, Martin pulled out of the little skunk, a lewd string of sticky fluid connecting the two of them briefly as he moved to flop onto the couch next to him. Liz lay motionless, dazed, her abused hole dribbling copious globs of otter seed to the tiles beneath her. Her head eventually turned to watch the activity next to her as I pounded my shaft into the chittering otter bitch and pleasured her mewling pup with my mouth and finger.

My embarrassment at the exhausted audience actually came as a relief as it pushed my imminent orgasm a little further off. I certainly didn’t want to finish before the pair of otters I was in charge of. Added to that, I heard the clicking of small paws entering the room. Jess, obviously done with her sleep was walking in, a plush teddy gripped loosely under one arm. Alarm rang in my mind, wondering how Martin would react to her, but he seemed unconcerned at her appearance.

The five year old pup walked up to her father, a puzzled look creasing her face followed by disgust. “Daddy! Uncle Colin is licking Amy’s butt!”

Martin grinned, replying, “Yes sweetie, he can be really gross sometimes!” I tried not to grin and lose concentration.

She also seemed intrigued at the squelching noises being emitted from between her mother’s legs, my balls slapping a wet sound against her labia with each enthusiastic thrust. Jess walked to stand directly behind us, leaning over for a better look. Curiously, she reached under to place an inquisitive finger on my plunging shaft, excitement evident when she discovered how slippery it was, gripping and squeezing my slippery, pistoning rod for a few moments before walking back over to her father and asking to be picked up, a distracted look on her face now as he examined the slippery fluid coating her hand, bringing it up to her nose to smell the concoction.

“Dad, my hand is dirty,” she complained, looking up at him.

Martin gripped her tiny paw and rubbed the offending fluid onto the towel he was sitting on, a small pool of his otter seed forming on his stomach going mostly unnoticed by the pup as it soaked into her floral panties.

“Go turn the TV on sweetie.” Martin smiled at his youngest, and she hopped off happily, unconcerned by the lewd scene.

Free to concentrate once more, I noticed Amy beginning to shake, her knees wobbling uncertainly as her second orgasm approached. I thrust my thumb between her silky lips, pressing into her little love button with each thrust of my hand. The little girl squeaked and then became silent as her apex washed over her. I pulled my head away to watch the event, and she even managed to stay upright for a few moments before she collapsed onto her mother. I held the pace on her slippery mound, maintaining her orgasm, her moans increasing in size with each shudder of her little entrance, stopping only when her squeaks sounded on the verge of discomfort, her eyes struggling to stay open and eventually giving up the fight as she let them close.

Spare hand finally free, I pressed Vicky’s thick tail to her back, exposing her tail hole to the light and pressed first one, then a second finger steadily into her spare entrance, holding them deep and stretching her shuddering anus while I felt my engorged head slip beneath the membranes separating her holes. Vicky’s chittering grew shriller, her stubby otter fingers speeding up underneath her as she rubbed tight circles into her love button, spit seeping out the side of her mouth and running down her rich chocolate fur.

It dawned on me that I couldn’t hold on any longer, as much as I wanted to prolong the event, I felt my scrotum tighten underneath me, my breathing becoming ragged as I exploded into the small otter, my seed painting her inner walls, washing against her bright pink cervix and filling her cramped love tunnel, my thrusting cock driving excess fluid in both directions, deep into her womb and noisily out behind her with a sticky wet sound. I clenched my teeth, my rod rippling and jerking under the torture of the incredibly tight otter hole, maintaining strong thrusts as I continued to plough into her. The novel sensation of human seed filling her belly tipped her and she let out an adorable, lusty squeak, both her entrances clamping down on me as her love hole relentlessly emptied me.

I smiled at the shuddering otter, panting and moaning with the occasional yelp as I continued to use my still surprisingly stiff pole to plumb her depths, her moans almost nearing sobs as the orgasm became unbearable and I ceased thrusting, sliding to a gentle halt.

I grinned, pat her butt playfully and turned to my head to the side, shocked that little Liz was once again rubbing at her little white mound. She was slouched in the chair, her feet raised onto the edge of the sofa, her legs spread wide and leaking semen over her tail hole as she diddled herself, panting with a combination of fatigue and concentration. “Holy cow Liz!” I exclaimed, “you don’t have any bunny blood in you, do you?”

Her smile at me looked exhausted but none the less needy, she replied, “Nope, but I have human and otter cum inside me!”

Shaking my head I let out an amused laugh, I placed a hand on the couch, pushing myself up, my knees uncomfortable from kneeling. As my cock left its warm sheath, it made a wet slapping sound against my stomach, this time causing Vicky to remark, “You don’t seem to be doing too poorly yourself Colin!”

I grinned, feeling quite proud of myself and replied, “I know, it’s like I’m 18 again, to be fair though, I’ve never had anything like this happen to me.”

Vicky turned over, letting the now sleeping pup fall gently to the couch and catching a wayward glob of my seed trying to escape, bringing it to her mouth, swallowing it quickly. “Think you can make your skunk happy again?”

Liz got a pained look on her face and Vicky caught sight of it. “Don’t worry Liz, I know you’re uncomfortable right now, was thinking he could tackle your flexible tail hole.”

Liz’ stubby ears did their best to perk, and she nodded shyly, rolling back onto her stomach and raising her thick tail.

I laughed and shook my head. “My knees hurt Liz, I’m going to sit down and you can lower yourself onto me. Vicky or Martin can help you from the front maybe.” I looked up at the flushed pair of otters. Vicky smiled and nodded. Taking my place I gripped the eager doe, realising how little she weighed in comparison to the muscular otters as I lifted her gently to the vicinity of my eagerly waving pole.

Vicky stood quickly, gripping my soaked penis in her padded paw and guided me to the musty target, Martin leaned over to watch the event.

Her first attempt shot my rod completely away, she adjusted her footing and aligned herself better. “Slowly now”, I spoke gently to Liz, “Relax, use your legs, don’t try rush.”

Liz looked back at me, a little tension draining from her face as she was comforted. Setting up her weight beneath her, I felt Liz’ entrance soften, and my tip start to slide abruptly in. Bracing, I stopped her descent. “Careful Liz! Take it easy. Thaaats it.” I heard a slight whimper from the adolescent skunk, but she held her position, my head lodged inside her young tail hole. Liz repositioned herself, placing her hands on my thighs and gradually lowered her body onto my twitching shaft, the act seeming to take ages as Vicky and Martin observed from the front, their expressions turning lustful once again.

A stray thought occurred to me, I was going to pay for corrective surgery for the beautiful skunk’s leg. She was willing to give me all of herself; it wouldn’t hurt to share some of my good fortune with her. I would talk to her later, confident there would be a later all considered. I wasn’t sure how my reputation would manage having a anthropomorphic girlfriend, let alone underage lover, but that bridge would be crossed when it was approached.

I turned my attention back to the sight in front of me, my view increasingly becoming hindered by her drying bushy tail. I was tempted to move it out the way but decided against it, keeping my grip around her tiny waist. Once or twice, she stopped her descent to let her bowels adjust, taking deep breaths and moaning gently before relaxing once again and continuing. Watching her tight little ring was incredibly erotic and my heart began to beat loudly again. I could feel the blood surging past the tight obstruction around my shaft and with only one inch of me remaining; I had to resist thrusting myself the rest of the way.

Barely able to see anything now, I watched the amazed expressions on Vicky and Martins faces. Vicky’s jaw grew slack and dropped open as the pretty skunk lowered herself completely onto me. Vicky clapped happily and Martin gripped his once again erect shaft lustfully, pre-semen dribbling down the front of his pointy tool.

Sitting still for a moment that seemed to last longer, Liz kept her eyes shut in concentration, only opening them when she realised she couldn’t descend any further. She beamed a proud grin at the otter pair in front of her. “I did it!” The fluffy doe exclaimed happily, bouncing slightly in her enthusiasm, my eyes crossing fractionally with pleasure and self-restraint at the sensation, hands mirroring her motion so that it didn’t stop, a guttural groan of desire escaping my throat.

Liz looked back at me, mirth in her expression, surprised that taking my human girth up her tail was less difficult than she imagined. Feeling emboldened, the little doe lifted her weight off my shaft, I had expected as much from the eager look in her face and anticipated her, gripping her tight. She shot another look at me, this time amused and annoyed.

“Slowly Liz.” I instructed, “There’s no rush, I’m not going anywhere. Just take it easy while you get used to me.”

“It’s okay Colin! It feels fine! I like it in my butt!”

Shrugging, I let go of her small waist gradually, giving the young doe her freedom. Liz leant forward, placing her hands once again on my thighs and pivoted her fluffy butt forward and up. My breath froze in my throat at the improved view. Her pale ring stretched taught over my shaft and dragging slightly behind as it resisted the movement, gripping on my shaft and forming a lewd cone shape. God, I wasn’t going to last very long like this, and I wondered if anyone had ever died of pure ecstasy.

Martin and Vicky were standing in front of us, their show somewhat obstructed by Liz’ position and I pointed down to my point of view, the two of them quickly changing position, sitting on either side of me and placing their sleek otter heads to either side of me. Martin chittering with appreciation and cute crooning noises coming from Vicky.

As Liz’ tempo steadied, her balance improved and she increased her pace, an oily light brown sheen coating my rod as the wanton skunk began to slap her butt against my hips. I let out a little whine at the overwhelming pleasure, my body responding subconsciously to the depraved activity. Liz’ little opening was beginning to feel dry and her pace slowed with slight discomfort, I motioned for Vicky to give me access between her legs, she smiled and complied, my hand reaching between them and scooping out as much of the slippery goop as I could manage, bringing it past my belly and coating my shaft as the bobbing skunk relaxed again and increased her pace once again.

Martin, taking action tore from the couch enthusiastically, laughing as he streaked toward their bedroom, his pointy red erection bobbing madly ahead of him as he dashed out the room and tore down the tiled passage, I could hear a frantic scratching in a drawer somewhere and he charged back in our direction, slowing his momentum with a familiar expertise as he slid to the door and brought in a colourful pink plastic bottle of lube.

Martin threw the deep pink bottle to Vicky, her quick otter paws catching it deftly and removing the cap. She squeezed a long bead of strawberry scented goo onto a finger and barked the instruction, “up!”

I halted the panting skunk’s movement at the top, feeling the air cooling my shaft, only my head remained inside and pulling outward on her springy tail muscle.

The pair of otters quickly coated my rod with the slippery cold lube and I felt Liz’ tail hole restrict slightly as the cold fluid touched her hot entrance.

“Can I try something?” Martin asked eagerly.

I raised my eyebrows inquisitively, wondering what the playful otter had in mind.

“I’ve always wanted to double penetrate someone!” He suggested happily, a broad grin on his face.

“Martin!” I began, but the little otter interrupted.

“What does that mean?” She asked perplexed.

“It means martin will enter you in the front while I’m in your butt at the same time.” I explained

Liz contemplated this for a while, a small smile escaping the corner of her mouth. “Ok. That sounds fine,” she giggled nervously.

I shook my head hesitantly, but what was I to do? I couldn’t really object, in for a penny, in for a pound I guess. Having the otters fuzzy balls bouncing off mine couldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

Martin stood in front of the two of us, Liz following his instruction to sit back, letting him lift her legs up to her chest, her feet resting on his shoulders. Martin barely had to bend to reach her either, his stubby otter legs bringing him close to the correct height. The little doe was slightly uncomfortable as he penetrated her, my thick human shaft already taking up a significant portion of her available skin and tiny skunk abdomen. I could feel my friend press in parallel to my shaft, filling the cute little skunk to the brim. She moaned briefly and gripped his fur tight when he was completely hilted inside her.

“Slower this time Martin please,” I requested, “If you go too fast, I’m not going to be able to last long.”

Martin nodded, grinning up at me, Liz sandwiched, bent double between us. He pulled out gradually, his eyes half closing in pleasure and then in a smooth motion sheathed himself in her young opening again. Liz shuddered at the sensation, letting her breath out in a gasp.

Martins’ breathing was aimed directly at my face and I looked over to Vicky, kneeling at our side. She seemed a little annoyed at being left out. I rolled my eyes when she looked at me and made a gesture with my head, inviting her over. Vicky looked a little puzzled for I moment until I offered her a seat, leaning my head back to rest on the back of the couch. She flashed a naughty smile and hopped up, swinging a leg over the fluffy pile rocking on my lap, placing her sleek vulva over my mouth and nearly tipping over the back of the chair until I gripped her waist.

Vicky laughed and got off, changing her direction so that her tail was pointing toward me, slipping her leg between us and resuming her seat, pressing her slippery entrance to my mouth, her tail hole squashing my nose. She seemed unconcerned that I was having to breathe past her pooter and started grinding her otter sex onto my face impatiently until I extended my tongue, sliding it into her hot slimy hole, my seed still dripping out of her tunnel and running down the side of my cheek. The wanton otter reached back, gripping my head and pulling herself further on to my tongue, my breath labouring past her well used pucker, her rich scent mixed with otter seed overloading my senses.

Martin steadily increased his pace, Liz’ eyes widening at first before she started to roll her hips as both her juvenile entrances were invaded simultaneously by her new friends. Liz let out a short whine with each thrust into her slippery entrance, her pale white vulva turning a deeper shade of pink as Martins hips start to slap noisily against the underside of her thighs.

I soon felt my peak approach, unable to tell Martin to slow down while his wife partially smothered me, her tail occasionally shuddering in time to her gasping breath.

Trying in vain to hold back my orgasm, my hips started an involuntary thrust, Liz’ hot bowels coaxed my seed quickly out, my ecstatic shout muffled by Vicky’s soaked vulva. Unable to hold on any longer, I thrust my hips, lost in pleasure, holding myself deep in Liz’ as I emptied what must have been the last of my seed, coating her rubbery walls to mix with the strawberry lube and skunk waste deep inside her bowels. Liz, feeling herself fill up with my slippery seed was the next to tip, a lustful shriek soon cut off as her muscles tensed and orgasm washed over her, her young flexing tail hole milking every remaining drop from me.

Vicky followed suit, seemingly on demand, her orgasm ejecting a tiny trapped pocket of air from her love tunnel and expanding my cheeks briefly, a small stream of semen and otter excitement seeping into my mouth. My stifled laugh at the lewd sound her cute little otter entrance made as the air escaped causing her to bark her own laugh and she playfully slapped my chest to cover her embarrassment. I pinched her butt in amusement and she tried to leap reflexively, but I held her in place, coaxing the last shudders of her orgasm out of her with my tongue. She whimpered again and I felt a tiny stream of otter pee escape her fuzzy mound and trickle down my chest to soak into the skunk’s thick fur.

Liz body relaxed abruptly, unable to manage the stimuli any longer and she went limp, held upright only because she was pressed between two lovers, Martin grimaced as his peak gradually approached, his pace incredibly rapid as I felt it rub against my sensitive shaft. His eyes closed briefly and he shuddered, filling her little cavern once again before gradually slowing his pace, a hot mess of fluids soaking through the insubstantial towel trying to protect the furniture.

Martin lowered himself with some effort, a sloppy gushing sound coming from the relaxed crotch area of the sleeping skunk. Vicky was next to move, shakily swinging her leg back over as she dismounted, my tongue stiff from the effort, her incredible, fresh otter scent plastered to my face.

I raised my head off the back of the couch and was about to lift Liz off me when Martin stopped me short. “Wait a sec, Liz has got to be incredibly well stretched after having you inside her, let me get a camera before you lift her off.”

I laughed and shook my head, but conceded and told him to hurry. I wasn’t going to stay hard for long. He scrambled for his mobile and returned opening up the app and kneeling into position for the shot. He pressed the record button and a let Liz tip sideways, spreading her lewdly to display her twin red entrances, relaxed and gaping for the lens as Martin continually pressed the shutter button to simultaneously take high definition stills along with the film the sharp flash shining light further than any light had previously managed into the limp little skunk. Satisfied, Martin stopped the recording and I let Liz’ cheeks gently close. Her worn out body limp on the sofa.

Vicky whispered, “you two can have the spare bedroom, but you’re both going to need a bath first. The tub in our bedroom is large enough for all five of us, I’ll carry Amy, Martin, if you can go run it, Martin will help you two get cleaned up while you hold her Colin.”

Bending to pick Liz and Amy up gently, we proceeded to the master bedroom quietly when the water was run, my hand carefully catching the fluids escaping my little skunk so not to make too much mess.

The otters helped in the bedroom also, peeling back the cool sheets and laying them carefully over the two of us before kissing us both tenderly, closing the curtain to the approaching dusk outside. The two carefully stepped outside, their otter fur mostly dry from the air dryers and glistening with the remaining moisture. I pulled the little skunk to me, hearing her sigh as her body reacted to my warmth and closed my eyes, kissing the top of her head gently, sleep washing quickly over me.

My eyes snapped sharply open, morning light was just barely highlighting the curtains as I gained my orientation, I was in Martin and Vicky’s spare bedroom, but there was an unusual sensation beneath the covers. I remembered Liz lying next to me and lifted the sheets to find her, mouth wrapped around my erect shaft, bobbing her head in short movements. This looked as though it was going to remain an eventful weekend.