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Jericho heard his phone buzz while he was in the middle of making lunch that Saturday afternoon. The ingredients for a nice turkey-ham sandwich were divvied up on the counter and the cutting board with two slices of white bread. He ignored the phone for the moment, too focused on laying on the meats for him to stop and see whoever or whatever had pinged him. Only when the sandwich was stacked and ready did he pick it up and check.

Harriet: Hey. Can you come over and help me with something?

He frowned at the message. Harriet was a friend of his, a bunny gal he usually hung out with on weekends. It happened to be Saturday, and if she sent him any message then it was usually to ask if he wanted to go somewhere, not to come over and help with something. He wasn't opposed to it by any means, but she'd never asked him for help with anything before, so it came off as odd. Before answering he put the sandwich on a plate and took it to the table where he sat down to eat it. His short, lithe frame barely filled the chair he sat in. An oversized green T-shirt hung around his soft brown fur and the cream color that ran up his underbelly and bisected his snout. His icy blue eyes reflected the phone screen while he read and reread Harriet's message. [i]Should probably ask what it is first[/i], he decided. While he scooped up the sandwich and took a bite, he tapped up a response and sent it.

Jericho: What do you need?

Less than a minute later, he got an answer.

Harriet: Just need a big strong man to come over and help me move some things.

That got a scoff out of him. Jericho was hardly the man to go to for heavy lifting. Without the help of his floppy dog ears, he was only 5'4" and harbored a physique just outside of scrawny. While not terribly self-conscious, he was the last man he knew who he would call big and strong.

Jericho: Damn you can't find anyone bigger than me?

Harriet: As a matter of fact, no I can't

Jericho: You're kidding.

Harriet: Nope you're the best guy I know for the job. I'll make it worth your while I promise (;

Jericho didn't know what to make of it, let alone that winky face she'd tacked on at the end of it. With what he assumed was the promise of money, he sure was tempted.

Jericho: How big is the stuff I need to move?

Harriet: Oh they're real big. They're just your size.

“Real big" didn't sound anything like Jericho's size.

Jericho: Will anyone else be there?

Harriet: You'll be the only man but you'll have plenty of help. Don't worry.

[i]Guess she'll be helping me too[/i], Jericho figured as he took another bite of his sandwich. [i]Makes sense. She's so much bigger than me. So are all her friends.[/i] He sent her one last message.

Jericho: Alright I'll come over. What time you need me?

Harriet: Awesome! Any time is fine. Sooner the better. We can't wait ??????????????????

Jericho didn't know what all those colored hearts were for. Maybe she was just really happy he was going to help. Jericho shrugged. [i]I just hope that whatever it is, it isn't too hard.[/i] But before he was going to find out, he was going to finish eating lunch.

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Harriet's house was a short drive from his apartment. Seated in a neighborhood full of nice houses, it was a major step up from where Jericho lived. When Jericho got there, he found several cars parked on the curb in front of it and in the driveway. He wondered if she was having a party, and that maybe he was there to help get things ready. Once he'd parked on the curb, he shot a text to Harriet letting her know that he was there. He got out of the car and marched up the stone pathway leading to the front porch. There he rang the doorbell, still wondering to himself what Harriet was going to have him do.

He heard footsteps, and a moment later the door swung open to reveal a tower of bunny. Harriet was a mighty woman, filling out most of the doorway with her hips and reaching over the top of it with her tall bunny ears. Blowing out the fluffy, scarlet bathrobe she wore was her enormous bosom, that mile of cleavage the color of blonde left exposed by the flaps. The color of her fur was a deep charcoal made to look even darker by the explosion of red, lustrous hair coming down all the way to her mid back. Crimson eyes and a bucktoothed mouth smiled at Jericho sweetly. “Hey, Jerry! Thanks for coming. How are you today?"

Jericho was struck silent by her presentation, one much more comfortable than he expected. [i]No way there's anybody else in there while she looks like that. Is she even going to help me with whatever this is?[/i] He cleared his throat to speak. “H-hey! Harriet. I'm great! You needed- Mmm… -help with something?"

Her smile deepened. “I do, and you're the perfect man for the job." She stepped to the side. “Please. Come on in." He thanked her and stepped into what was an incredibly expansive foyer complete with a small chandelier hanging several feet from the ceiling. It always made him feel small just standing in the middle of it, looking up at the dual staircases that swung up and into the second floor. Increasing the effect was the scantily covered Harriet striding up next to him from behind, one dainty paw sliding across the length of his shoulders so that his attention fell on her beautiful face. “Come upstairs with me. Everything you need is in the bedroom."

His heart leapt. Something gave him the idea that maybe he wouldn't me moving things after all. A goofy grin split his face. “OK… That sounds great." He made his way to the staircase, feeling like he was floating on air. Harriet was right behind him, her heavy footfalls creaking the steps and making him keenly aware of her presence. It was a colossal effort not to wag his tail like crazy and whack her in the face with it, though the rapid flick of the tip was inevitable. No doubt she was looking at it right now, feeling the excitement ooze off him. At the top floor they went to her bedroom door. He opened it and found out why there were other cars parked in front of the house.

Four of Harriet's girlfriends were gathered on the bed, each of them being big, gorgeous rabbits wearing sexy lingerie. They were huddled at the center of the mattress, posed variously for Jericho and smiling at him. The sight was so amazing that it paralyzed him in the doorway, unable to take another step.

“Hi," cooed one of them, a brown-haired girl wearing a black leather corset and a red bow at the root of her left bunny ear. Her sultry stare was shared among her three companions, each one devouring the small man like a snack.

Jericho could barely open his mouth to speak. “H-hi…" Suddenly he felt a paw on his shoulder. He jolted hard and looked to see Harriet standing behind him.

“Go ahead and step the rest of the way inside, sweetheart. You're gonna help my friends and I with something special."

Jericho had gathered as much by that point, though it was still hard for him to comprehend. “Y-yeah." He stepped further inside to make room for Harriet to enter. Meanwhile, his gaze was firmly fixed on the four buxom ladies whose smiles were groaning with horny intent. One of them, a silver-haired gal in a strawberry-and-black colored bra whispered something to the girl next to her, a blonde girl with orange, white-dotted fur and ears that drooped further than her hair. She giggled at whatever the other girl had said, pouring a swarm of butterflies into Jericho's tummy. The fourth girl was behind those two, kneeling with a jet-black colored pair of breast petals the shape of hearts. She had a matching thong that stood out against her snow-white fur and the nothing else that she wore. Her candy blue hair was cut short and matched the eyes with which she stared at him so scandalously.

Harriet sauntered around to the side of Jericho and put her arm back around his shoulders. The rope around her robe had been untied, leaving exposed a cherry red bra that looked ready to explode. Big, puffy nipples punctuated their centers, begging for release. She pulled him into her so that his shoulder was shoved into the flank of her tit, instantly making his face go hot. “I told my friends here about our last little get together. I told them how much of a stud you were, and they all wanted a piece for themselves~"

Jericho's burning cheeks dimpled around a weak smile. “Y-yeah? Uh, thanks. Haha…" He thought how that might've been personal information but realized he had divulged the same to his guy friends after he'd had sex with Harriet. It was only fair that she could do the same. Besides, here he was reaping the benefits.

Harriet laid a soft paw over his chest where his heart was storming. “I figure us five have a turn with you. You got so much to spare, why not do it with us?"

His stomach twisted. [i]All five of them?[/i] Looking towards the bed he saw some very pretty women, but to run the gauntlet of all five at once struck the fear of God into him. What would've been a fantasy of his was much, much more daunting now that it was presented to him. But this was no opportunity to let past. Five stunning ladies begging for his manhood? Who was he to disappoint? If they were anything like Harriet was in bed, he was in for a treat, if also a long, exhausting challenge. “Yeah," said Jericho. “I'd be happy to… share it with you girls." They responded with cute giggles and sensual purrs, adding fuel to his growing erection.

“I thought you would be~" cooed Harriet. She pointed at the bed. “That's Naomi in the leather with a bow on her ear."

The brown-haired girl waved again. “Hi there."

Jericho waved back, mustering some level of enthusiasm even as his nerves continued to claw at him. Harriet pointed to another girl. “The one in red and black with the grey hair is Melody." Melody gave a finger wave. Harriet went on. “The blonde in the black dress is Malina."

“Nice to meet you," said the one with orange fur and white spots.

“And that's Stacey," Harriet said regarding the snowy colored girl with only the bare minimum to cover her intimates. Stacey just smiled at him, lewd ideas of what she'd do to the dog floating in her head.

It was impossible to decide which of them he liked the most, each one of them sporting a beauty he would adore on anybody. If he ever chose a favorite, it would be after he'd fucked them all. “OK, so who's going first?"

“That would be me," said Harriet. There were groans of disappointment from the bed.

“Aw, come on."

“You've already done it with him!"

“You know you should let your guests go first."

Harriet waved them off. “You hush. My house, my rules. Plus, I'm the one who organized this. Be grateful I'm even letting any of you go at all." Harriet guided Jericho to the bed. “Come on. Ignore them while you and I get reacquainted~"

Jared saw the bed growing closer like an open grave. The girls scooted to the edges of the mattress where they sat and would wait for their turns eagerly. Jericho felt every single pair of eyes on him as he slipped out of his shoes and climbed onto the bed by his knees. At the center he sat back and saw the ring of women that kept him boxed in, two girls on his left and two on his right. Harriet stood most prominently at the foot. She shrugged her bathrobe the rest of the way off and mounted the mattress right in front of him where she knelt proudly with her legs open. “You girls go ahead and take his clothes off. Leave his underwear for me."

Before he knew it Jericho was absolutely overwhelmed by a barrage of grabby paws, warm fur, and chirpy giggles. They grabbed at his T-shirt and peeled it up and off his torso, leaving the soft color of his trim underbelly bare. Stacey attacked his fly before she and Malina grabbed both pant legs and started taking them off yank by yank. With each section of his body that was exposed he felt the cool AC trickle against his skin. A wave of gooseflesh made his fur stand on end while the whole of his face was red like a beet.

He was left in his briefs, everything else from his socks to his beanie having been chucked across the room. The purge of his clothes was left to Harriet who came down on her fours between his naked legs. Her hand paws sank into the soft comforter just in front of his crotch, around where his dog tail was wagging like crazy. Her gaze left his for that conspicuous cock bulge that rose from his loins. The fabric was sucked to the shape of his glans already, a mere taste of his phallic magnitude which the girls would come to enjoy. Each of them eyed his mound hungrily, silently begging Harriet to relieve him of his woefully redundant undergarments.

She laid one gentle paw on his junk, pressing into the turgid pole flesh with her soft paw pads. Jericho shivered. He looked into the deep chasm that was her cleavage, now hung from her chest just inches away from his hardening manhood. Just her kind kneading of his dick sent pangs of joy deep into his nethers. It wasn't long until he was at full staff, tenting his underwear so badly that the waistband was lifted off the skin. Harriet pried her fingers beneath it and peeled them down, lifting the curtain on that monumental phallus she'd aggrandized so lavishly to her girlfriends.

They were all there to see that the descriptions were in no way hyperbolic, their collective expressions widening at the sight of Jericho's impressively massive pecker. That enormous rod of fleshy pink stood the length between his balls and above his navel. Choked with veins and sporting a cock muscle girthy enough to be a phallus on its own, it was made to look even more massive by Jericho's small frame. Harriet put her paw around it by the hilt, dwarfing her hand while she gave it long, heavy strokes.

“Well?" she asked the girls. “What'd I tell ya?"

They were impressed. “Oh my God."

“Look at him."

“Holy shit."

“I thought you were kidding."

Jericho smiled bashfully. Never the type to flaunt his mighty endowment, it was hard not to get a swollen head from their kind comments. “T-thanks."

Harriet continued stroking his piston. “You're welcome, but soon the thanks are going to be all mine~" She gave his shaft one hearty squeeze before letting go and kneeling upright. Her thumbs tucked into the waistband of her panties and started rolling them down. The strings sank into the flesh of her hips and thighs, coming loose only when they were around her knees. They were pulled the rest of the way down her shins and then tossed behind her. Jericho's eyes fell on her chalice, a neatly divided trench of girl flesh just below her bushy, red crotch fur. She sat it on his ridge of dense cock muscle and humped across its length. Hot, feminine moisture was slicked across his pole. It singed the skin and sent a fizz of delight through his loins. Jericho let out a sigh and held onto her thighs so that he could rock along with her humps. She purred and laid her paws on his chest. “Mmm, how does that feel?"

“Good," he huffed. “Really good. You're really wet down there. It's nice."

“Mmmm, it is. You're so big," she said with a pout. “Ever since our last time together I've wanted you inside me again."

Jericho winced as her pussy dragged itself to the notch in his glans, right where that sensitive clot of nerves lay. His penis responded with a throb, squeezing loose an oily droplet of precum. “God… So did I. God, you're so pretty." He realized there were four other girls huddled around him still, watching their friend juice herself on him. Envy broiled in them each, that and the hip-squirming need to fuck him. “You're all really pretty too."

Harriet scratched his chest. “Don't you worry about them right now, Jerry. Keep your eyes on momma and let me do the work."

With her towering beauty piled on him so firmly, it wouldn't be hard keeping his attention on her. He laughed weakly. “Yes ma'am."

“Good boy~" She stopped grinding and pried her cunt off him, leaving his pole slicked and shiny in her juices, a thread of which connected their needy sexes before breaking as she hoisted her tremendous ass in the air. Leaning forward with her tits right over his face, she grabbed his penis and aimed it upwards at an angle. She reunited her flower with it at the summit, her tender flesh lips caving in around its oppressive girth before they were able to stretch and swallow the head. Her jaw fell open with a gasp, and she let go of his pole so that she could very slowly bring herself down on it.

Sharp inhales stuttered into Jericho's lungs as he watched and felt his pillar being absorbed. That bountiful wagon of a bottom closed in on his lap and landed once she had him to the root. Her head swooned to the side as a moan flowed out of her. Jericho clutched at her hips, that burning hot, womanly grip milking him to the point of making his legs shiver. He whimpered, “Fuck… Harriet… Hahhh… That feels good… Ohh…"

She sat upright, both paws on his abdomen where she played with his soft underbelly fur. A smile rode her face as she wriggled her hips on him. “Ohhh… I think so too, baby. Mmmmm…" She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. The straps slid down her shoulders and arms, then fell the cups, landing on Jericho's stomach before she slid them aside. Out tumbled her breasts, two titanic hemispheres of gelatinous softness highlighted by her swollen, charcoal-colored nipples. Jericho wasted no time holding them both, their incredible weight and rotundity hanging on his palms significantly. He brushed his paw pads across their surfaces, enjoying the tickle of her stiffened nipples. She let out an appreciative sigh. Her voice was draped with pleasure. “[i]Yes, baby. Mmm… Momma loves it when you touch her like that. Ohhh…[/i]"

Jericho couldn't stop kneading them. It was mesmerizing just to watch how his fingers would sink into them upon him squeezing. Giving attention to her sweet nipples would make her clench on him, earning a sincere moan from her and a bite of pleasure for him. “Y-yeah. God… I love touching you too. You're so beautiful…" He may have sounded like a broken record by that point, but he didn't care. It was the truth, and he was going to remind her as many times as he could through talk and touch, both of which she deeply appreciated.

“[i]Mmmmm… Thank you, sweety…[/i]" His presence inside her and attention to her tits was nice, but it wasn't going to make her cum. She was going to have to work harder for that. Good thing she was very, very motivated. She leaned forward slightly and put her paws back on her chest. Her whole body came up at that angle, freeing most of Jericho's cock up to the moment she slid herself back down. A tidal wave of breasts floated over his face as she did so. Inertia made her haunches crash onto his thighs like two meteors. A great gasp swelled her chest, followed by another shuddering moan. The action was repeated, slightly quicker and more fluidly. In just those two movements Jericho had a titan of a woman riding him full force, her collisions with his lap enough to rock the bed on its foundation. “[i]Huhhhh! Huhhhh! Ohhhh…[/i]"

Jericho was simply along for the ride, happy to lie there and enjoy her majestic performance on his cock. He moaned alongside her, the walls of her womanhood choking him so dearly that he could see the flesh of his shaft shrinking where her lips held him. His paws had no idea where to touch her, groping at her tits as they flew in front of his face, holding her thighs as they powered her whole body up and down, and clutching her buttocks which bounced off him so powerfully. The crash of flesh on flesh was loud, discernible even through the growing holler of Harriet's ecstasy.

[i]Schplap! Schplap! Schplap! Schplap! Schplap! Schplap! Schplap![/i]

The girls watching were familiar with Harriet's modus operandi in bed, but to see her in action on a dick as big as Jericho's was astounding. She not only swallowed him to the balls no issue, but she did so with enough force that some of them were afraid the bed would give out beneath them. Those who couldn't get a view of Harriet's backside slid off the mattress and migrated to that side of her. There they witnessed the cream color of her underbutt framed in black fur folding and dimpling. Pussy cream was lathered across his pole, coagulated into a thickish clot around the root and the slopes of his balls. A wet spot grew on the sheet between Jericho's thighs where his fur was matted with Harriet's growing sex product.

The bunny in action was growing loud now, her entire body wracked with the pleasure of being properly fucked. Her moans bordered on wails, their pitch and volume growing with the surge of her pleasure. “[i]Huhhh! Yes! Oh fuck! Ohhhh, I'm gonna cum! Yes! YES![/i]"

Jericho felt the same going on while he was trapped beneath her, face scrunched and contorted by the pressure of his nearing climax. He could barely articulate the words to announce as much while Harriet was moaning so loudly and had his loins ready to explode. Grunting and wheezing, he was able to tell her, “[i]Hahhh! Cumming too! Fuck! Huhhhhhh~![/i]" At the peak of such glowing euphoria he let out something like an agonized cry. Harriet had thrown him over the edge of a devastating orgasm which pumped into her velvet as she rode him. The first spurt of his cum hit her hard, and she joined him in his sublime delight. One final crash into his lap and she was quaking atop him, head thrown back, gurgling a howl right at the ceiling.

“[i]Huuuuuuuuueeeegggghhhhuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh~~~!!![/i]" His thickish ivory pulsed into her womb, tacking onto the vibrant colors of pure joy that rippled through her nethers and made her cunt squeeze on him dearly. Her hips bucked wildly. More of her girl cream gushed from her pussy and was lathered across his throbbing pole. Their mutual climax fed off one another, his swelling cock muscle powering her contractions and vice versa.

Even on the downswing of her climax, Harriet continued to vibrate atop him. The firm, loving woman couldn't stop herself from whimpering. Her legs were like rubber beneath her, ready to fail and send her slumping over top him. Jericho hardly fared better, his mind and body set back by the pool of happy chemicals currently pumping through them. His paws were on the small of her back, holding her to the depths of his penis. His load pulsed and squelched about her walls, trapped in place by the tight seal she had on him. It started to loosen now that his dick was going soft, a state the other girls would not let last for very long.

Harriet's mouth, hung in an open O-shape, formed a satisfied smile. “Ohhh, Jerry baby~ Mmmmm… Momma needed that. Oh lord…"

Jericho was still fighting for his breath. “Hahhhh… Hahhhh… Hahhhh… Yeah… Me too. Fuck…"

Harriet pulled herself off his lap until his deflated cock flopped from her cunt and onto his lower stomach. It was glazed with cum, his and hers. A purring Harriet rubbed her glowing flower until a fat slug of his nut came belching out, landing on his balls and sloughing down to the wet sheet between his thighs. “Mmmmmmm, fuck, that's so good," growled Harriet. “Hope I didn't pull all of it, 'cause you got for more girls ready for their share.

Jericho stopped breathing for a second. Looking past Harriet he saw a quartet of horny bunnies waiting for their turn. They were all gathered at the foot of the bed, eying his junk and dying to make it hard again. “Oh yeah… Haha… Yeah, I got some left." [i]But will I have any by girl number five? God, give me strength. [/i]

Harriet kicked her leg off Jericho so that she knelt beside him. She rubbed his tummy with one paw and smiled at the girls. “Now, I'd ask which one of you wants to go next, but I know it's all four of you, so I'm not gonna waste our time." Her eyes darted between the four of them for a second before she settled on Naomi and pointed at her. “Naomi. Get up here, girl."

Naomi's face lit up with joy among the other three looks of disappointment. “Awesome! I'll try not to bleed him dry~" Harriet slid off the bed and was quickly replaced by the hungry Naomi. Her torso looked like it was choked inside her leather corset, the tits spilling over the bust. That bright red ribbon tied around the root of her ear looked bright within the jungle of plump brown hair that came around her head. Jericho noticed the collar that went around her neck. Hanging from it was a gold, heart-shaped pendant Jericho could see his reflection in. Shimmering just as brightly were the two brown eyes Naomi appraised him with. “Hey, handsome. Havin' fun?"

Jericho gulped and smiled at her. “Y-yeah."

“Good. I hope you're ready to do some work, 'cause I'm not to type to let you lay back and enjoy things. Understand?"

His smile vanished. He nodded hard enough to flap the ears on his head. “Yes ma'am."

“That's what I thought." She reached into his groin and wrapped her fingers around his wet cock. Without any warmup she started stroking it, wagging the turgid flesh and wetting her palm on his and Harriet's orgasm. “You gotta big dick, boy. Funny how the rest of you is so small."

Jericho winced. He was still in the afterglow of his climax, not quite able to start getting hard again. The skin of his cock was sensitive, and Naomi's grip was firm. He spoke with a deeply blushing face. “Hahhhh… Thanks… I get that a lot…"

“I bet you do. Think you can hurry up and get this thing ready for me? Or will it take a while?" She scoffed. “Dick this big's gotta lot of blood to pump to get hard."

“Ahhh… I don't know, but if you keep doing that… Mmm… It'll get hard soon enough."

She cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, you mean doing this?" She stopped stroking him and gave a hard squeeze, choking the blood into his glans and swelling it. What little bit of jizzum was still trapped inside oozed free and bled down his cock dome.

He winced. “[i]Hah![/i] Yeah!"

“Mmm, I see. And what if I do this?" She bent over so that her face fell into his groin area. That twitchy, pink bunny nose fell into his scrotum, right between the balls. The cold nipped at him and made his nipples go hard. The wings of her hair tickled the inside of his thighs while she began lapping her pink tongue up the moist fuzz of his sack. That killer gaze remained locked with his, looking at him above the upper frizz of his pubes while her fist resumed jerking his cock next to her face.

It was enough to make him melt. He bit his lips and nodded. “Yeah. That'll do it," he grunted.

Naomi thought as much, humming to herself before opening her mouth and then closing it around one of his orbs. The lips clenched it deeper into her jaws where she started suckling it ever so gently. The tip of her tongue writhed around its curvature, drawing all the taste from his fuzz and Harriet's cum. It was a bizarre mix of sensations for Jericho. Her inner maw was warm and wet. The way she would suck on his and just hard enough that it went taut on its cord made his cock pulse. There was that lurid expression of hers looking up at him from his most vulnerable point, laden with desire and impatience for him to get erect. Underlying all of that was the threatening poke of her two buck teeth into his scrotum. It wasn't painful, but it was hung with enough threat of a bite that he was on edge. He didn't think she would, but he wasn't about to get on her bad side while she had one jewel between her teeth. He implored with his manhood, [i]Please, get hard already. [/i]

He did so eventually, that proud phallus standing like a monument next to her head. She came off his nut with a [i]mwop![/i] Spindles of spit were strung between her two jaws as she pressed his cock against her cheek and kissed the flank of it. Her paw caressed it gingerly. “Hope that means you're ready to fuck me," she said flatly before giving his cock another smooch.

He strained his bottom lip through his teeth. “As ready as I'll ever be. Mmm… You're really good at that."

“I know I am, now let's see how good you are at fucking." She pulled herself from his crotch and knelt upright. Drool glistened on her chin and bottom lip. “Move," she said curtly. Jericho scooted over on his side and sat up. Naomi laid down where he had been on her side, facing him with a paw on her thigh. “Now take these panties off me. Don't think we'll be needing them, will we?"

“No," he said. “We won't." He grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs to reveal her cunny. He had trouble getting them past her leather leggings, the texture making it hard to pull the fabric across them. Each pull and jerk would make his cock sway in front of him wildly as if urging him to get a move on. Naomi seemed more patient, content with watching him struggle while that huge dick of his waved around. At last, the underwear was off, and Jericho let go of them off the bed. Naomi rewarded his efforts by pulling her thigh up by the knee. She was incredibly flexible for a big girl, able to lay her thigh flat against her torso. The paw not holding her leg up splayed her pussy lips with two fingers, flaring at him that precious inner pink and its shiny moisture.

“Come on, big boy," she goaded. “Show me what that thing can do."

Jericho felt a new sense of vigor bestowed upon him. “Yes ma'am~" He came up to her and knelt astride her leg that was flat on the bed. She let go of the other one so that the crook of her knee rested on his shoulder, holding him in place. He prepared his penis with a couple quick strokes before aiming it at her cavity and drilling it home. Hot flesh met even hotter flesh, and soon the head was inside. A heavy sigh was had by them both. Jericho, with his paw around the hilt of his staff, made a slow plunge into her quim until finally their loins were intertwined, his cock head kissing her womb ever so nicely.

Naomi closed her eyes and gasped. “Ohhhh… Yes~ So big…" She rolled her middle and ring fingers around her clit. “[i]Yes… Huhhh… Fuck me… Mmmm…[/i]"

Jericho hugged her thigh for dear life. The grip of her cunt plus the added twirl of her finger was beyond delightful. The tips of his fingers sank into the flesh of her thighs as he reeled his hips back, those pert buttocks hovering back beneath a rapidly wagging dog tail. His cock made a slow retreat, each shiny inch of his vascular meat chilling in the bedroom air within her juices. Once he saw her pussy lips bulge around the flare of his glans he performed the first thrust, making it back to her depths in just one push.

Naomi swooned her head. Her dark brown hair spilled across the sheets into a fuzzy corona. The rapid twirl her two fingers performed on her clit escalated just short of a blur. “[i]Oh, yes… Yes… Mmmmm… Fuck me… Oh God… Huhhhh! Huhhhh![/i]"

Jericho obeyed with another deep hump. He followed it with a steady rhythm, that which kept his thin buttocks clenching and his balls swinging. Pants of effort beat through his mouth. She was so much bigger than him and yet her body rocked into the mattress with the beat of his thrusts. Second to the sweet, sweet grip of her pussy was the softness of her thigh pressed against his trunk, the flesh wobbling and rolling as he hugged it. In a surge of confidence brought on by her beauty writhing beneath him, he engaged in dirty talk. “Huh… You're so tight… How does that dick feel? Big enough for you?"

The girls watching him all giggled. “That's right, Jerry."

“Give it to her good!"

“Show that bitch who's boss!"

“Make her beg for it!"

Their playful encouragement made Jericho blush. As for Naomi, they lit a fire under her. In the middle of one moan she let out a ferocious growl. “[i]God… Fuck me harder. Yes. Huhhhhh… Come on. Harder. HARDER.[/i]" He'd awakened the giant. With little choice, he went harder like she asked of him, slapping his balls on her loins. [i]Plap-plap-plap-plap-plap![/i] It wasn't enough. “[i]Mmmmmmmmm… Come on, big dicked boy. Huhhh… You can do better than that. Huhhhh! Fuck me! Yes! Huhhhh~![/i]" Jericho went even faster, fucking her with such force that the bounce of her tits looked ready to bring them out of her corset. The wrath in her expression withered into a dramatic O-face, the moans belting out of her while her masturbation hit a fever pitch. “[i]Huhhhh! Yes! Oh fuck me! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yes! YES![/i]"

Jericho was panting hard. Between his own retorts of delight were huffs of exhaustion. Fatigue was starting to settle in his muscles, most notably in his glutes and hamstrings. He shoved it aside, focusing on the ardent squeeze of her cunt and the loud wails he helped produce. He could even go back to his dirty talk. “Yeah? Huh… You like that? About to cum?"

That much was clear with how loudly Naomi moaned. “[i]Yes! Huhhh! I'm close! Oh fuck! About to cum! Huhhh! Huhhhhh! HUHHHH![/i]" Suddenly the paw attacking her clit slapped down to the sheets and clutched it tightly. She came hard, the whole of her body going through a barrage of spasms that made the flesh of her legs quake like gelatin. A guttural caterwaul blew out of her, shaky and shrill. Her tummy imploded on itself to power the sharp contractions that choked Jericho's cock while it was still pummeling her cavity.

“That's it," growled the dog. “Cum on this dick. Fuck. Hahhh… I'm close too. [i]Fuck![/i]" He made it for a few more thrusts before he joined her. His hips grinded to a halt, paralyzed by the white-hot joy that blossomed across his pecker now at the gate of Naomi's cunt. “[i]Huuuuuhhhhhhhh~~~!!![/i]" He accidentally let his penis fall out of her in the middle of his climax. With a few spurts left in the chamber he started jerking his dick and jettisoning the pearls onto her vulva as it bulged and quivered. “[i]Haaaaahhhhhhhhhhh…[/i]"

In the aftermath they were both left panting heavily. Jericho's muscles burned, but not as brightly as the joy of another woman satisfied. His cum was spotted around her cunt lips and dotted in her pubes. What he'd unloaded inside her drooled out in a single, nectarine tear. Naomi squirmed where she lay, laughing and moaning amidst the euphoria that kept her thigh muscles twitching. “Yes… Oh fuck… That was amazing… Mmmmmm…"

Jericho put a paw over his chest to feel the rapid beat of his heart. He could hear it in his ears and feel it in his neck. His drooping penis ached worse than anything else. It wasn't getting hard again any time soon, and whatever he had left in the tank would be his reserves. [i]And I have three more girls after this. Fuck.[/i] He put on a brave face for Naomi. “Yeah… It was. I'm glad you like it."

“Me too. I'd have you do it again if it wasn't someone else's turn now."

[i]Thank God. [/i]“And I'd do it too. Let me just breathe for a second." He pulled her leg from off his shoulder, letting her roll of the bed. He knelt there for a few moments, drowning in a nauseous mix of fatigue and physical bliss. [i]Please, let the next one not be as bad. [/i]

Harriet could see how spent he was already and decided to have mercy with her next appointment. “Melody, why don't you go and help him relax. Go easy on him." Jericho looked behind him to see the women in various places around the room. The nude Harriet was in a chair while Stacey, Melody, and Malina were all huddled near the wall, caressing each other with kisses and hugs to hold themselves off until their turns. Melody was between the other girls when she pried her face off Malina's neck and smiled brightly.

“You got it!" She left her two lovers and all but skipped to the bed, the bell of her see-through skirt flapping in the wind along the way. She climbed the mattress where the detritus of two separate fuck sessions darkened the sheets. It reeked of cum, Jericho's most prominently. There was about to be more now that the chipper Melody was kneeling behind him, smiling brightly in her strawberry-and-black lingerie. “Hi there! You wanna lay down on your back?"

Relief swept through Jericho. [i]Oh God, thank you.[/i] “Yeah! That sounds nice." He pivoted around on his bottom and laid down with his head on the pillows. His penis was fully soft now, shriveled and wet across his pelvis like a dead eel.

Not if Melody had anything to do with it. She got on her fours by his feet and very gently started rubbing his penis. “Is there anything left in here for little ol' me?" 'Little' wasn't a word Jericho would've used to describe such a big woman. Those platinum-furred breasts hung close to him ready to break through her bra, it seemed.

“I think I might have something to spare," he said. [i]Though I'm not sure how fun it'll be getting it out.[/i] The soreness was growing worse now that she was making it hard again.

“I hope so. If there is, I'm going to get it~" She knelt upright suddenly and lifted one leg which she threw over him while pivoting on the other knee. She straddled his lap with her ass facing him. Topping her explosive silver backside was a cottony bunny tail. Through the veil of her skirt he could see how deeply the strings of her underwear sank into her haunch flesh. Magnificently shiny hair fell in a straight cascade down her back, almost to the waist. She lifted her skirt to show him her butt and looked over her shoulder at him saucily. “Like the view?" she asked with a cheeky flick of her cottontail.

Jericho nodded. He reached out and lifted both her cheeks. Once he'd gotten a good sense of their weight, he let them fall and watched them wobble. “Yeah. I do."

“Good. How about I do this with it?" Then she sat down on him, the crack of her ass coming right down on his penis. She sank his butt into the mattress as a groan rolled out of him. She giggled and rolled around. “Think this will get you going?"

Most of what he felt was the ache of his cock which meant it was in fact turning erect again. He nodded. “Yeah, definitely. Mph."

“Mmmm, good." She started gyrating her hips and rolling her. Stiffening meat was totally absorbed by her enormous haunch pillows. He grabbed her hips and groaned through the ordeal, though he tried to distract himself with her cute little tail and the Jovian ass it was attached too. A purr came out of her as she threw her bottom into a circle around his pelvis, almost grinding his cock into a paste. “I can feel you getting hard down there," she teased.

Jericho laughed through the pain. “Yeah… It's getting there. Ahhh…" He clutched his fingers on her ass and squeezed them together on his cock to speed up the process. Melody offered more help by delivering deep, grinding humps. Before long his erection was back. It had been down, but not out.

“There we go~" Melody said as she pulled herself off him. She looked down between her thighs and marveled at his pole. “God, it looks even bigger up close." She grabbed it gently and aimed it upright, finding that she had to lean forward just to make room for it. With her ass pointed at him she reached back with her other paw and pulled the G-string of her underwear off her pussy. Fat cunt lips were pursed around a burning hot slit of flesh which she descended upon his cock head. She shivered then applied her weight, swallowing the tip and beginning a slow plummet into his lap. Her head swooned backwards. “Ohhhhh… Yes~"

Jericho hissed and snarled. Her pussy grip was as merciless as Harriet and Naomi's had been, though by now he had suffered through two terrific orgasms. On par with such delight was the discomfort, enough to make him squirm and grope at her ass. Melody appreciated the movements as they would nudge his shaft into the more sensitive parts of her pussy. Before she started riding she resumed the womanly twirl of her hips, moaning sweetly and massaging his thighs. “Huhhh… You [i]are[/i] big. God. I could sit here forever."

Jericho didn't know if that sounded like heaven or torture. “Fuck… Hahhh…" His paws drifted from her ass and up her back where he felt how wonderfully soft her hair was. He started to play with it by running his fingers through those gossamer locks of rhodium. That was at the same time Melody started to ride him. She came as far up his cock as she could go on just her knees before coming back down to the hilt. Her little bunny tail wagged itself into a blur.

“[i]Yes. Yes…[/i]" she moaned, going into the start of a heavy ride on his pole that shook him and the bed beneath her. He was subjected to the sight of her hindquarters rippling and pummeling on his pelvis. Her hair made waves as they would float in the zero gravity of her descents before snapping taut when she hit bottom. Her finger was at her clit, hooking at a rate faster than her ride on Jericho's cock. Spine-bending pleasure forced her to reach behind her and keep herself from toppling over backwards. “[i]Huhhhhh! Yes! Ohhhh fuck! Huhhhhhh![/i]" With the graceful bounce of her body and the emotion behind her moans, Jericho's discomfort was superseded by a sincere delight. His grip fell back to her ass which he helped power up and down his pole. Their combined efforts had the whole bed shaking, plunging the bedroom into a din of moans, grunts, swears, and fleshy impacts.

[i]Schplap! Schplap! Schplap! Schplap! Schplap![/i]

Melody hollered. “[i]Huhhhh! Huhhhh! Huhhhh! Oh God! Yes! FUCK! HUHHHH![/i]" The final ascent to her orgasm came suddenly and without warning. There was an upswing in the pitch of her voice, that which turned from shrill squeals to deep, throaty growls. Even through the devastation of ecstasy she still rode him and fingered her pearl so that it would last for as long as she could make it.

It was more than long enough for Jericho to cum. He did so with a loud growl that harmonized with her moan. He shot his hips skyward, lifting the woman off the bed as his third load was shot into her quim. It ended as quickly as it had started. The output was minimal, but not without a joy so severe that his jaw clenched and his toes curled. He slumped back down onto the mattress with his head and jaw slack, wasted. Melody was trembling atop his lap, savoring the warmth of his seed sloshing about her most precious parts.

“Hahhhh… Ohhh yes… Oh, I loved that. Mmmmm…" She pried herself off his cock, letting the limp pillar slough from her pussy and hit his belly with a wet [i]slap![/i] Only a meager amount of cum bled from her cavity, but it was enough that delight fizzed through her loins and made her shudder. She threw her leg over him to see his sorry state. His eyes were closed and his mouth hung open. She patted his chest. “Thanks, sweety. You're as good as the girls say." He gave her some weak acknowledgement before she vacated the bed for the next girl.

Just a few moments after he felt Melody's weight come off the mattress it was replaced by another. He creaked his eyes open and saw Malina, the white-spotted bunny with blonde hair and orange fur smiling down at him. Her gothic night dress came just below the bottom swell of her buttocks. Jericho guessed correctly that there was no underwear underneath. He licked his lips and mustered a weak “Hi."

“Hi there, sweety," chirped Malina. “How are we doing?"

He laughed. “Good. Really good. Maybe a little spent. Don't know if I can give you the same treatment as the other three." [i]I'll probably disappoint the last girl too, Stacey.[/i] He looked over and saw the snowy colored bunny standing against the wall in just her thong and breast petals. She didn't seem bothered by going last. Indeed, she seemed very content.

“That's OK, sweety. I'm not gonna ride your cock. In fact, I'm not gonna use it at all."

Jericho frowned. “You're not?"

“No. I think you're about done with that thing. Lord knows it's put up a fight."

“Yeah, it really has."

“If it's alright with you, it's that handsome face I'm after."

“M-my face? Wait. You mean-“

But he was cut off by Malina crawling on her knees up to him and then kicking her leg over so she could straddle his chest. She lifted the bell of her dress and showed him her uncovered feminism and the blonde thatch just above it. “Hungry? 'Cause I've been on my feet all day and you're face is looking awfully comfy~"

He looked up from her cunt at her. Just in front of her swollen bosom was her smiling face, patiently waiting for his approval. It wasn't a face he could say no to even if he wanted to. He smiled back. “Yes ma'am. As a matter of fact, I'm starving."

Her smile deepened into something sinister. “Good." Then she crawled up his torso, aimed her pussy over his snout, and plopped right down on his face. Hot, steaming girlflesh blossomed across his lips. As the full weight of her luscious body came upon his head. She closed her thighs around his head, leaving only the top half of his scrunching face visible to the outside world. “Mmmmmm, yeah," she purred as she grinded her hips on his mouth. “Huhhh… Give us a taste."

He did so eagerly, probing his tongue inside her until he found the clit, something he wasted no time wrapping his lips around and attacking with the tip of his tongue. Malina reacted immediately, a swift gasp punching into her mouth and snapping her spine into a rod. “[i]Huhhh! Oh! Oh, sweety! Yes! That's it![/i]" Jericho may have had a big dick, but it wasn't the only tool in his arsenal. He was adequate with his claymore, but with the rapier he was a true master. Lashing at that dainty pearl he also suckled at it, the chop of his lips ringing out from between her thighs. [i]Tch-tch-tch-tch-tch-tch-tch.[/i] One paw crept underneath her thigh to poke just his middle finger inside her cunt. Just beyond her clitoris, welded to her upper wall, was the spongy G-spot. A simple poke and gentle hook motion was all it took to further Malina's theatrics into something maudlin.

“[i]HUHHH! HUHHH! YES! OH FUCK! OHHHHHH![/i]" She rattled and bucked atop him, doing nothing more on her own accord than humping Jericho's face. He went with the flow perfectly, timing her forward humps with a barraged of tongue lashes and a jab of his finger. For just those few moments he could forget about the fatigue in his loins or that there was another woman waiting for her turn. Right now there was a gorgeous and enormous woman on his face, wailing and begging for more of his love. That he gave her in droves, manipulating her pussy with his mouth even as the muscles in his jaws started to ache. It was not something he had to suffer for long.

“[i]HEEEUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuhhhhhhhh~~~!!![/i]" That screaming howl came with the rapid humps and bucks of Malina's hips. Out bled a surge of her cream as she sawed her cunt on his open mouth. He swallowed every bit that she blessed him with, happy to draw more while still levying worship upon her pearl. Her climax came to an end as all good things do, and Malina toppled over to the side with her knees bent in front of her tummy and her paws over her glowing womanhood. “[i]Hnnn… Hnnn… Hnnn… Oh my God…[/i]"

Jericho blinked as the weight was lifted from his head. He breathed in the fresh air, though the taste of Malina's pussy hung strongly on his throat and tongue. He sat up with cum all over his face to check on the whimpering Malina. He put his paw on her and felt how badly she was shaking. “You OK there?" he asked, laughing. Malina just trembled there for a few seconds before she nodded.

“Yes… Mmmm… That was good. Huhhhh…"

“Boy knows how to use his tongue as good as his dick," said a voice not on the bed. Jericho looked and saw Stacey standing nearby, those onyx hearts on her nipples staring at him menacingly. “Come on, Malina. Get a grip and let me have my turn." Malina caught her breath slowly and was able to vacate the mattress. Stacey replaced her with that cheeky grin still on her face. “Hi there," she said.

“H-hi."

“I'd ask if you were up for one last round but I can already tell that you are." Jericho looked down at his crotch and realized that he'd achieved another boner, despite the odds. Through all the excitement of eating Malina's pussy he'd failed to notice it's growth. “You might not feel like it, but I know you got something left in there for me, and I got a trick or two to get it out~"

[i]Oh, Jesus.[/i] “I don't doubt it."

“Sit back on the headboard for me, handsome. I know you're tired as hell. Leave the rest to me." Jericho wasn't quite sure whether doing so was a good idea or not. Whatever she had in mind was really going to blur the line between pleasant and unpleasant, even more so than Melody's turn had. Regardless, he made a shuffling retreat to the headboard where he sat with his back supported by the pillows, his cock towering at the ready in front of his stomach.

Stacey came after him on her fours, those titanic breasts of hers hanging and swaying freely from her chest while her icy blue eyes pierced his soul. She grabbed his knees and opened them as wide as they could go. With full access to his manhood she laid her chest down on his crotch, flattening her tits on his pelvis and swaddling the shaft with her angelically soft cleavage. A painful throb clenched at Jericho's cock, though it was replaced by the pleasant balm of her chest fluff. A hiss sucked through his teeth.

“How's that, big boy?" Stacey purred. Her whole upper body moved to rub her tits on him. His heartbeat hammered away at her sternum where she could feel the many veins that had sprouted to the surface of his cock skin. “Soft enough for you?"

“Hahhh… Yes, it is." He could see the cherry-shaped head of his penis peek from between her snowy chest globes before she would grind herself upwards, covering it. Poking the crook between his thighs and his hips were her nipples, hard like diamonds behind those black hearts.

“Think you can cum like this?" she asked, knowing the answer. It was clear enough with the expression on his face and how he would huff and wheeze.

He nodded. “Oh yeah. If you keep doing that… Mmm… I'll pop… one last time. Ahh…"

That devious smile was back. “Good. Tell me when." She let go of his knees and squeezed her tits together on him hard enough that he saw the blood flood into his glans, swelling it into a deep red color. Even more burned his cheeks as her exquisite bosom made love to his pole, each tit rolling and twirling him towards the verge of exploding. Better than just feeling his rod burn between her boobs was seeing his face twist and listening to him whimper.

He was getting close. “Ahh… Cumming. I'm cumming! Fuck! [i]Ahhh-![/i]" Killing his orgasm just short of the peak was Stacey springing up from his crotch, leaving his dick unattended. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head as his ecstasy plummeted into a ball-crushing ache. “Ah! Ah! Ah!" Betrayal defined his mien as he looked up at her. “What..?"

Stacey knelt upright, meeting him with that evil smirk. “I said I knew a trick or two about getting the last bit of cum out of you. When I say the last bit, I mean it. I'm gonna butter you up until you're ready to pop like you haven't fucked anybody yet."

Dread sank into Jericho's gut. [i]Fuck. That's why she was OK with going last.[/i] “Oh… OK. Let me just-“

“Ah, ah, ah," she tutted. “Stay right where you are, big guy. This might take a while." Back down into his lap she came, this time grabbing his cock and putting her mouth around it. A loud gasp ripped through Jericho as her lips sank down his pole and her cheeks imploded. One paw shuttled across the long portion of shaft she couldn't reach with her mouth while his plums were cradled in the other. Just like that his delight was surging again, an experience radicalized by the way her eyes stayed locked with his.

It wasn't long before he was on the brink again, but it felt like an eternity. Through sharp huffs and moans he climbed to just below the peak only to come tumbling down again when Stacey ripped her mouth from him with a loud mwah! The need to cum was at its worst, and yet there was still the fatigue of his three ejaculations that kept him sore. He got no mercy from Stacey. The very second he was off his high and his balls were starting to feel blue she opened her mouth in front of his penis and swam her tongue around the head, breathing hot air on that dearly afflicted sex organ.

Up Jericho went, then back down. The weight on his balls was something awful, like they'd both turned into lead. From wanting to avoid cumming again, he was ready to beg for it now. With three edges on his belt, Stacey finally laid off. She got on her back and spread her legs into a massive V shape, that heart shaped G-string still covering her pussy. “Alright, handsome. I think we've primed you enough. Come and give what you got left for me. Give it to me good~"

Jericho was in a stupor, driven half mad by the agony in his scrotum. Seeing her present herself almost seemed too good to be true. “R-really?"

“Yes, really. You think I'm gonna edge you forever?" He wouldn't have put it past her. “Come on and fuck me with that thing."

He didn't need to be told twice. Jericho sprang from the pillows like a predator, launching into her loins and mounting her in a hurry. She had to pull her thong aside for him, he was so high-strung. In the same instant he was at her gates he slammed it home, reaping the reward he so sorely deserved for his patience. Stacey hollered, her snide attitude crushed by the weight of his masculinity. It pounded her hard, the shy dog driven into a fit of mad arousal set full by her torture. The whirlwind was upon her, that mighty piston carving at her womanhood and making her cum quicker than even he could. Not long after her howl of delight ripped through the bedroom, so came his. It was the sharpest burst of delight yet, that which had him squealing and trembling. With its conclusion he slumped off her, his fifth conquest left to quiver and leak with his success.

Jericho was finished. Stacey had succeeded in drawing the very last fragment of cum from him. His cock was limp already, a state it would not leave for some time. Panting there, only half-conscious, the other four girls joined him on the bed. They swaddled him from all directions, burying the dog with their bodies, breasts, and kisses. Jericho was barely aware, already drifting off to sleep within the warm, soft comfort of his new friends. They would require more of his service in the future, but for now they let sleeping dogs lie.

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