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I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt an excitable flutter when knocking on Jenna's door. Sure, her company often gave other sorts of thrills, but tonight's rendezvous was a novelty. It didn't take long for her to answer.

"Hey, Kyle." She started to wave me in, then smirked as she caught my stare. I was more than familiar with the anthro fennec's form: silky cream-on-white fur, gloriously long ears, lovely gold-brown eyes, and sensuously toned body. Every inch of it, really, since we'd been friends with benefits for close to a year.

No, what caught my eye was her new dress. Sleek red fabric hugged her curves closer than I'd thought comfortable on fur. She moved like she wore nothing at all. The hem ended mid-thigh, and I wondered if she'd foregone underwear. Backless, too, if I saw it right. The design was cut to accentuate her womanhood without shoving it in one's face—not that there was anything wrong there, given that she had a diverse wardrobe and a partner who didn't mind semi-frequent shoving.

Classy was a good look, though, and she cocked her hip in a languid, showy pose. "You like?"

I nodded and recovered my wits. "I do, yeah. Yeah."

She grinned and beckoned. "Well, come on in. Zack should be here any minute." She turned to close the door. It was, gloriously, backless down to the hidden catch above her bushy tail. "Drinks are in the kitchen."

"Good deal." Our favorite bar down the corner was closed for renovations, though lately we'd been skipping our routine of an icebreaker drink before the evening's fun. It saved time. Amber, her roommate, had found us on the couch more than once when the bedroom was just too far away. Fortunately, she didn't mind, and had even joined in on occasion.

Tonight was different. Jenna had a pitcher of some lightly spiked fruity drink and three glasses on the counter. Amber was away visiting family, leaving us awaiting the evening's new and interesting experience.

A few sips, a minute of idle conversation, and then the knock came at the door.

"Be right back," Jenna said, setting her drink down and sauntering past me. Her tail trailed over my front, teasing as ever. My hand managed to brush the tip before it glided away, and she shot a wink over her shoulder before disappearing around the corner.

I took another sip as Jenna greeted the guest and brought him into view. Casual slacks and an untucked button-down shirt covered a fair amount of the rabbit's mahogany fur; it was usually what I saw him wearing when our whole friend group met at the bar. He was just shy of my six foot height, barely an inch taller than Jenna. His ears were rounder than the long triangles of the fennecs, and hung down behind his shoulders. I couldn't tell if they were longer. A glint of interest brightened dark brown—chestnut, maybe—eyes as he saw me.

"Good evening, Zack. Nice to see you again," I said, extending my free hand.

His grip was respectably firm, and nicely warm despite the growing chill in the outside air. "Likewise. Shame about the Bronze, but this is pretty nice." He glanced around the kitchen, then at Jenna. "How long have you lived here?"

"Just over a year," she said, and handed him the last drink. "Rent-controlled for now, but who knows if that'll change."

Zack took a sip and hummed an appreciative note, and our eyes wandered towards each other again. We'd never gotten the chance to really talk despite my growing interest. I'd admitted as much to Jenna, so when she heard the same from him, she'd decided we had to meet.

And since he was an occasional partner of hers, she'd suggested her apartment as somewhere quiet and private with an added undertone of if you really like each other I wouldn't mind watching what happens next.

She knew what she wanted, our Jenna. Or were we Jenna's?

We were definitely Jenna's. Silly question.

In any case, I had to admit he was even cuter up close and without the distraction of friends and bar patrons.

"So, we all know why we're here," I said, in my best solemn tone.

"For one very important question," Zack replied, and the corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly. "How do we kill Superman?"

I knew there was more than one reason I liked him.

"Ha, ha," Jenna muttered, rolling her eyes, though I could tell she was fighting a smile. "And here I had other plans."

Zack's expression was knowing. "I think it'd be more comfortable to leave it spontaneous. Don't you agree?"

We both nodded, but before Jenna could continue, I quipped, "Not if you're planning to kill Superman."

This got a half-chuckle, half-groan from her. "I knew I should have just started giving orders."

My eyes met Zack's, and we recognized a common impulse, one that had evidently drawn each of us to her. Unfortunately for her, we seemed to share a sense of humor. Dominant she might be, but two against one meant we could have no end of fun testing the limits of that control.

If nothing else, this was the start of a great friendship. The tantalizing prospect of more than that hung in the air as the two of us shared a conspiratorial grin.

Jenna gestured back towards the kitchen's door. "Anyway. Let's sit down and chat."

"Come," I said, "to the couchmobile! Away!"

She tried not to snicker as she led us to the living room just beyond. The walls were painted a warm, earthy tone, with neat décor filling out the space. Zack and I took the loveseat at her invitation, and she pulled a matching sofa chair close enough to nearly touch.

"So, how was work?"

Normal conversation ensued. I hadn't known Zack was an accountant for the county. It was an interesting departure, since Jenna, Amber, and I all worked in the private sector. Amber had it the easiest as an archivist. I basically ran the three person purchasing department at my 'business products' employer, since my boss was more of a middle manager, but I got all due credit and a paycheck. Jenna's career was in sales, which might have surprised anyone who didn't know her for more than ten seconds. Her intellect did as much for her pitch as her assertive, confident bearing.

Trouble was, it didn't always keep normal hours. Her phone rang as our conversation drifted towards more personal subjects—the ringtone wasn't the usual jingle, but an insistent beeping that had the fennec's ears twitching.

"Shit," she muttered, glancing at the screen. "I have to take this. Might be a few minutes, feel free to get comfortable." Then she took the call in the kitchen and closed the door behind her.

Silence hung around us for a moment, then I turned to Zack. "So, can I get you anything?"

"I'm fine, for the moment, but I'll let you know. The last time I was over, she lived two blocks down," he said. His shoulders shifted in a very slight shrug. "Usually we meet at the bar and just have a drink or two while we catch up. Or we're in a big group."

"Same here, more or less. I've, uh. Been here a few times."

"I figured as much. Sorry if I'm being too forward." His ears dipped, then perked back up when I didn't bother hiding my easy grin. "Heh. She's utterly fantastic when I'm in the right mood, don't get me wrong, but my tastes run a little more, ah." He trailed off.

I didn't miss his eyes roaming over me. Maybe it was even intentional. "Masculine?" I helpfully finished, and straightened my posture for his benefit.

"Something like that." He took a slow swallow of his drink to recover.

I tried to keep from grinning ear-to-ear. "My preferences usually lean the other way. Although." I let the word hang, and gave him a look of my own. "I did tell Jenna I have a few weaknesses, and, well. As long as we're being forward, you're definitely my type."

His fingers flexed against the curve of the glass, just for a moment, and then he was meeting my eyes. They were a really nice shade of brown. "You're not so bad, yourself," he said. "I wouldn't mind seeing more."

"That could be arranged." And what the hell, I wanted it. I drained my drink, set the glass on the nearby coffee table, and turned to face him better. It made a nice pause, for effect. "You know, fennecs do keep their rooms on the warmer side."

He leaned forward, cluing in right away. Good man. "I noticed. You know how clothes on fur can get."

"Not personally, but if you're more comfortable without, say, your shirt?"

"If you wouldn't mind?"

"I don't mind at all. In fact," I added, "it's warm enough I'd be fine without mine. It's only fair."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose," he said, tone playful, already working his way down the buttons.

"Well, it's not like you're asking me to strip completely." I pulled up the hem of my polo—hey, it's after work, I'm not staying in a dress shirt and tie—as he shrugged his arms out of the sleeves. "Yet."

He made a show of working his vest-like undershirt up his torso. "Yet? How bold of future me."

We shared a grin, then our tops came off.

I didn't think I was terribly stunning. In shape, sure, but a couple pounds on the middle—the hazards of a desk job and an underused gym membership. Zack still stared, though, with a sort of gleam in his eyes. He was nice to stare at, too, with a lean but not slender build. The rich fur down his chest and flat belly looked soft and inviting.

He shifted, I pulled a leg onto the couch, and then we both turned to face each other. Leaning a shoulder against the back cushion naturally pushed one's arm forward. Our hands brushed, fur against skin, then we interlaced our fingers. I wasn't used to moving fast with someone, but we'd been more or less acquainted for a while—and we trusted Jenna's opinion.

Mutual attraction helped things along from there.

I lifted an eyebrow. "Like what you see?"

"Definitely." He drained his own drink, set it aside, and then chuckled. "Though I usually get that question after the rest of the clothes come off."

"Ah, so I'm doing things out of order?"

"If there is one. I'll let it slide."

There was the slight squeeze of his smaller fingers, and I answered in kind. The air wasn't cool to start, and it easily carried the warmth of our half-bare bodies. I was quite familiar with the sensation of fur on skin, but I wondered how he would feel if we got closer. When, more than likely, because I already felt a pull.

"Maybe so," I replied, "but I think I know what comes next."

"Oh?" He quirked an eyebrow, and the ear on that side lifted a little. It was an adorable expression.

I almost moved, but reminded myself we were still getting to know each other. "It depends on whether or not you like kissing."

Both ears twitched, at that, and he let out a little breath. "Definitely not opposed." He bit his bottom lip for a moment as he inhaled, studying my face. "Yes. I do." Our faces were fairly close, so when he leaned forward he didn't have to go far. When he paused a mere inch away, I lifted a hand to cup the back of his head and closed the gap.

His lips were warm, soft, but they had a nice hint of strength to them. The first kiss was light, almost a tease, leaving me hungry for more. I wondered how his tongue would feel against mine. Or elsewhere.

One step at a time, Kyle, I reminded myself as we drew back an inch or so.

"Good call." His free hand curled around to rest on my back. "So, that's step two?"

I stroked my thumb through his short fur. "It's worth repeating, wouldn't you say?"

We locked together more properly the second time around, and when I felt the brush of his short, narrow tongue, I eagerly met it. The lingering sweetness of the drink mingled with his own taste. In wordless agreement we freed our intertwined fingers so our hands could roam over the other's chest. Mine tensed as a particularly lascivious swirl of his tongue drew a gasp from my throat.

Zack giggled as we came up for air. "That's not all this tongue can do," he breathed against my lips.

"Fuck, this is hotter than I imagined," I murmured. There had been a few imaginings over the past weeks, I'd freely admit.

"You're telling me. I've only kissed one other human, and he wasn't quite my type. You're way better." He grinned. "I have to ask, first time with a guy?"

I shook my head. "No. Same story, though. Fooled around, fondled each other, but never got the pants off."

His ears trembled as I ran my fingers over the bunches of muscles at their base. "Mm. Well, we can keep doing what we're doing," he said, pausing for effect—or breath. Either way, my lips caught his before he could keep going.

"Or?" I prodded him however long later, even though I already knew.

"Or," he echoed, though it took a moment before he caught his breath. "Or, we could lose the pants."

My hands were already freeing themselves from fur and moving to unbutton and unzip the front of mine. "Just the pants, I imagine." I could see he wasn't commando, though it was closer to a bikini bottom than the boxer briefs I wore.

"Wouldn't want to skip ahead. More fun this way."

I pivoted enough to slide the pants down my legs until I could kick them off to the side. "That, and I like the idea of getting so steamed up we tear the last bit of clothing off each other."

He shivered and tossed his own pants away. "Oh, this is such a treat. I'll have to thank Jenna for properly introducing us." His gaze flicked to the still-closed kitchen door. "Speaking of, do you think she'll be upset that we started without her?"

"Only if we finish without her. If she walked in now, she'd probably congratulate us."

"Fair point. In the meantime, how about we get a little closer?" He moved to sit on my lap, and I shifted to invite him as his knees straddled either side of my hips. His furred body was deliciously warm—quite welcome now that we were mostly nude—and the new position meant we could press together more properly. I could feel his chest rise and fall as he leaned close. He smelled good, too. Not quite musky, but stronger than either of the fennecs. As he settled in his new seat, I could feel the weight of his balls and a lovely thickness resting against my own manhood.

I was glad our underwear had stayed on, or I might have been tempted to rush to that finish.

"Trouble?" He said, a sly smirk lifting the edge of his short muzzle, apparently having noticed my exhale and tensed muscles. Not that he was one to talk as he huffed out a breath and rubbed his hips against mine.

I gave a little growl, something I'd picked up from the fennecs. "Nothing we can't work out."

He teased his lips over mine, then trailed them over my jawline and back to my ear. "Aren't we working it right now?"

"No, but we're getting there." I played my fingertips back behind his ears, and it didn't take long for faint little sounds to catch in his throat. It reminded me a little of Amber. Rabbits had sensitive ears, too. Who knew?

He was finding my own weak points just as quickly. A hot breath over my ear had me tilting my head, then that slim tongue over my neck sent waves of a deeper warmth down through my spine. I freed a hand to stroke down his back, and pressing the base of his puff of a tail had him pushing even closer.

It didn't take long at all until the tension had me firming up. He murmured something inaudible but appreciative, and I could feel him growing. I'd never seen a furred guy get hard in person. All I could do was imagine him slipping out of his sheath—did he have a sheath?—and straining against the fabric that separated us.

"Mmh, you feel good," he murmured. "Nice and stiff." Nice and stiff decided to slip off to the side, which somewhat spoiled the moment. The only thing to do was bring my hand around to rearrange my package. Of course, it was entirely unintentional that the back of my fingers brushed over his own length, and we both let out a little breath at the contact.

Fortunately, hitting full mast kept me steady enough to rub right against him.

"Same to you," I replied. My hand brushed over his thigh, then around back again to squeeze his ass. He rubbed against me in a slow, lurid rhythm, and I was responding in kind, and neither of us cared that stopping was the furthest thing from our minds when it could feel this good. His lips claimed mine, and I hotly dove into the embrace, hungry for more of anything he could give me.

One arm stayed looped over my shoulder, holding on to me, while his other hand went to my hip. I kneaded the thick muscles of his rump through the soft fur, inviting him closer. In reply, his thumb hooked under the elastic of my boxer briefs, though he hesitated to tug them downwards. There would be no going back after that—but if my underwear was going, so was his.

Zack's ears twitched, and a moment later the kitchen doorknob rattled and turned. He froze, perhaps still unsure if it had been a good idea to start without Jenna. I kept kissing him, though, because kissing was a fantastic idea. My mouth worked its persuasions until he melted, curling his tongue around mine and panting through his nose.

"Sorry," Jenna's voice rang out as she padded towards us. My attention was almost wholly occupied, so I regrettably couldn't watch her expression change the moment she looked up from her phone. "Client crisis, but they can manage until morning without—oh. Ooh."

And there it was.

I chased Zack's lips for one more quick touch after we came up for air, and turned towards Jenna with a coy grin. "Welcome back. We missed you, but, well." I shifted my hand to better cup my playmate's rump now that she'd leaned over the back of the couch to drink in the sight. "One thing led to another."

"Started without me, hm?" She would've looked stern, if it weren't for the amorous glint in her eyes. "Well, then. I'd say don't let me stop you, but the bedroom would be far more comfortable. For all of us." She grinned, walked into the hall, turned ever so slightly, and beckoned over her shoulder. "Come along, boys."

Much as we were wrapped up in each other, we could hardly say no.

Our clothes lay forgotten as we helped each other up. I took his hand in mine and led him down the hall after Jenna, stopping only to let her pull back the sheets and set up supplies on the nightstand—a couple hand towels, a bottle of lube, two different boxes of condoms, and a small bag of toys.

My hand gently guided Zack to turn around so we could kiss again. Instead, he leaned his back against me, then pulled my arm around his chest. I stroked his fluffy fur as he relaxed into my embrace, though as we snuggled closer, my still-hard cock pressed against his firm rump. The slow motions of his hips turned the contact into a sensual dance, and I matched the rhythm as he found my other hand, covered it, and guided it to his waist.

"You like that?" he murmured, turning his head just enough to catch my eye. I did like it. I liked it even more when he arched in wanton invitation. My fingertips traced the edge of his waistband, naked desire warring with the thrill of pleasure just barely denied us. It didn't take long for our motions to turn from frisky to outright sexual, from coy swaying to lustful grinding. The heat of it seemed to spread through my chest and down to the fingers working their way towards his package.

Sound caught his ear, and motion my eye. Not far ahead, virtually ignored in the heat of the moment, Jenna had seated herself and lifted the hem of her skirt. As I'd suspected, she was the only one without underwear. She slipped a hand between her legs, never once taking her eyes off us.

"Oh, don't stop on my account," she murmured, licking her lips. "This is a better show than I'd expected."

Our hands paused in their roaming. "We can take care of you, you know" Zack said. I made a sound of agreement, but Jenna held up her hand to forestall anything more than that.

"Later, handsome ones. For now, I'm serious." She gestured between the two of us—not that we could get any closer. "Don't stop."

I breathed against Zack's ear, but made sure to speak loud enough for Jenna's benefit. "What do you say? Shall we put on a show for the lovely lady?"

"Oh, absolutely." Zack took hold of my wrist. "We can make it a more revealing experience, wouldn't you agree?"

I moved the moment he put pressure on my arm, and pulled the band of his underwear over and down past his erection. "I thought you'd never ask," I whispered, just for him this time. The fabric easily fell off his legs and got kicked aside. I sank my hand into the fur along his thigh, rubbing and teasing. Before I could go for anything more substantial, his hands moved back to seek out my last stitch of clothing.

Once that was gone, there was nothing left between us. My skin, and more sensitive flesh, tingled and heated at the full frontal caress of his soft fur. I could see a hint of dusky red when I looked over his shoulder, but I mostly looked by touching—his balls were covered in fuzz and respectably heavy, his sheath bulged, and the shaft itself was hot, smooth, and all too inviting.

Zack turned his head enough to kiss me, and I leaned in close. Of course, my hips were directly behind his, and with his tail out of the way it didn't take much motion before my shaft started to part the fur between his buttocks. He tensed the thick muscles, keeping me hot-dogged instead of pushing between them—probably smart, since the lube and condoms were out of reach.

I still growled a protest out of principle.

I felt his giggle more than I heard it, and he reached down to guide me between his thighs instead. A shiver ran through me from the soft fur, squeezing, and the friction from my thrusts—I tried not to push too hard, since his balls were right in front of my cock, only to have him murmur quiet encouragement.

I hardly needed it, but it pushed me past a breaking point all the same.

"Bed," I huffed, hotly, in his ear. "Now."

Zack pulled away, smirking over his shoulder as he hiked his cute little puff of a tail. I all but chased him onto the mattress, and might've gone as far as pouncing him if my eyes hadn't caught on the sight of his red shaft at full mast. I leaned a little closer, and after a moment, stopped staring long enough to catch his eyes trained on my own length. It took another breath to remember this was a sort of first for both of us.

"So, how do you want me?" He spread his legs, as if offering himself, but his gaze was a little too hungry for the submissive attitude to work. Nor did I feel like diving in too deep to start.

"I don't think I'm the only one who's wanting, at the moment." I knelt in front of him and moved my knees apart, offering him the best view short of putting his face down there. The mattress shifted, and I didn't need to turn to see Jenna had moved to a better position. "Definitely not the only one."

"Oh yeah," Zack said, "and I wouldn't mind taking a closer look."

I grinned. "Sounds like we're both curious." It amazed me I could still think after all the teasing—then again, most of my thoughts were a mix between shut up and jump him and shut up and have him jump me. I wasn't in much of a mood to object to either. "And you can do more than look. What would you—."

He started moving before I could finish the sentence, leaning on his side in front of me and trailing his fingers up my thigh. His muzzle took a more direct route, moving towards my manhood, letting his warm breath caress the skin.

"Oh, right," he murmured, stopping short and looking up. "Got protection?"

I nearly pushed forward until my brain caught up with myself, and I glanced over at Jenna.

"Sorry, I've only got unflavored." She reached over to the box and grabbed a handful of condoms. She and I had gone bare for oral before, but having multiple partners meant safer was better. Especially with a new one, now.

"Unflavored is fine," I said, and we each took one. Before I could unwrap mine, he'd torn the foil and placed the rubber on my tip. With a grin up at me, he slowly unrolled it down my shaft, giving a good squeeze once I was covered.

"Good," he all but purred, then planted a languid lick just under my tip. The short, thick muscle was strong and dexterous, quite a difference from the longer, flatter tongues of the fennecs.

My hand went to the back of his neck as he kept tracing up and down the length of my shaft, tilting his head to examine his first human. His fingers rubbed over my skin, then explored the base, and he made a slight sound. Intrigued at the lack of sheath, if I had to guess.

"I should return the favor," I murmured as he kissed his way up and down, sending little sparks through my lower body. His eyes fixed on mine. God, he looked adorable and sexy. Motion drew my eye down his body, and I watched him lift one knee enough to show himself—and give me access.

I didn't hesitate to lean down on an elbow, getting a closer look at—and a gentle caress of—the fuzz-covered sheath and balls. Best of all, there was the smooth, narrow, dark red length that bobbed slightly as he moved.

The distraction made me forget his other end. I gasped as a moist, hot mouth replaced the tentative licks over my tip. I looked over to see that short muzzle parted wide, taking me in an inch at a time. The condom fell from my fingers at some point. It was an effort to keep from thrusting into his face.

From the way he swirled his tongue and winked, I doubted he'd have minded, but it was the principle of the thing.

My grip around his shaft tightened as he swirled his tongue, and I stroked him to the same rhythm, hoping I could keep pace—and knowing he had way too much of a head start. Even if I'd been blowing him, he took me with practiced, sensuous motions that my inexperienced fumbling couldn't possibly have matched. Still, even as the warm pulses gripped my loins and sent my heart racing, I tried to return the favor with one, then both hands. He shivered, gasped around me, but didn't miss a beat. My own breath came in ragged pants, more so as he dragged his tongue over my length each time he nearly swallowed me.

What little of my brain wasn't addled by lust wondered if I'd have made a pass at him without Jenna's machinations. In this light, I knew I'd have regretted that indecision. Any further thoughts vanished as a surge of pure, glowing pleasure hit me, and I tensed up—I wanted to fight it as long as I could, to hold out while I rubbed him, but my close call hadn't slipped past him. He chased the pleasure, groaning just loud enough to let his tongue vibrate over me, pulling me to the brink and then pushing me over the edge with little mercy.

A low, guttural sort of choked groan clawed free of my throat. My muscles locked up, toes curling, his pleasure forgotten the moment his free hand cupped my balls and wordlessly encouraged me to let loose. His lips were still locked around me when I did, and his tongue worked back and forth, back and forth, as if trying to swallow the first few spurts of my seed. If the condom bothered him, he never showed it, and kept working me over as I rode out a climax that had been building from the moment we'd started getting frisky.

Jenna's faint sound of lurid enjoyment was the only indication that we still had an audience.

"Ooh," I managed to say as I pieced together my shattered thoughts. "Damn, Zack." I panted, trying to catch my breath, and shuddered as his tongue lapped at my tip like he was cleaning up. "That was, was the best. Best in a while." Little tremors washed through me as he caressed my thighs, but otherwise let me catch my breath. "I can't do nearly half that well."

"Glad to hear," he said, giggling. Those deft fingers unrolled the rubber, and to my slight surprise, Jenna took it in a tissue. She was purring just loud enough to hear, but Zack still had my attention. "And don't worry. You were doing fine before I, shall we say, distracted you." His voice was broken by soft panting, which called me back to my own task. "Take all the time you need, but, ah, if you don't mind?"

He gestured, but I'd gotten the message. "I don't mind in the slightest." I grinned up at him, then flexed my tingling, heavy limbs and fingers into action again. His shaft was still rock-solid, and the tip was practically dripping thick, slick pre. He'd enjoyed that quite a bit, then. And truth be told, I'd enjoy doing the same in return.

Somehow, I remembered the condom, and found the coordination to slip it on.

At first, I contented myself—and enraptured him—with strokes and squeezes up, down, and around his girth. I hadn't gone this far with a guy before, and his anatomy was certainly different, but in the end, a cock was still a cock. I knew my way around my own, and paying attention to his reactions let me adjust my approach to his—rubbing my thumb around his narrow head, teasing over where sheath gave way to shaft, squeezing the base, and working up my courage for more.

Still, it wasn't enough, at least for my satisfaction. His muscles twitched and the croons from his throat grew louder, but I wanted to thank him more properly. Not to mention, I was curious. He seemed to catch sight of my creeping forward, because his hand moved to my shoulder—not stopping me, but catching my attention.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to," he said, sounding as breathless as I had a couple minutes ago.

"Oh, but I do." I winked at him, then let my tongue trace over his tip. Once, twice, backwards then forwards.

Latex wasn't for the inspired palate, and it actually disappointed me to taste none of the pre's saltiness, or that faintly musky, slightly earthy, and undoubtedly very male flavor of Zack the luscious rabbit. The rubber was thin, though, and I could feel the heat and tension and faint throb of rapid heartbeat just fine. So, I opened wide and took the first couple inches.

God, yes, he felt good. Even if I was temporarily spent, I still felt a stirring somewhere inside me.

I did my best to close my lips—keeping my teeth from scraping him was a challenge, the flat empty tip of it nearly tickled my gag reflex, and trying to move my tongue without drooling all over? I was developing a whole new respect for him, Jenna, Amber, and anyone else who gave a half-decent blowjob. It was all I could do to slowly bob my head. From the corner of my eye, I saw he'd propped himself up to watch, and his mouth parted in a soft exhale as I remembered to squeeze with my fingers.

So far, so good. I'd hoped to do a trick or two with my tongue, or to experiment with teasing the pleasure out of him. It was all I could do just to keep working him in and out of my mouth. Fortunately, the hand on my shoulder tightened when I hit the right rhythm, or when I played my thumb over his sheath. Needful little sounds escaped that cute muzzle before long.

And it didn't take long at all. He'd been close already, if I had to guess.

"Gonna," he gasped, and didn't make it farther than that. I braced myself in case he moved, and otherwise dared to roll my tongue under his length. I hadn't made it past halfway, but he was too busy stiffening and groaning aloud to complain. My grip tightened as his shaft throbbed a very familiar rhythm—and then I felt a different kind of jolt as something hot and fluid splattered into the end of the condom. So that's what it feels like. Another pulse, then another, and the tip filled out until the thick essence swished around as I licked him.

I didn't know if I'd spit or swallow if I took it bare, but no small part of me wanted to find out.

We slumped—him in afterglow, me with well-worked tongue, jaw, and neck—until one or both of us found the strength to sit up. I helped support him, only to have his muzzle on my mouth, hot and eager, and all too welcome. There was a tissue nearby, and I returned the favor he'd given me once we paused for air, tossing the used rubber into the garbage once all was cleaned up.

"That was damn good," he murmured, giving me a half-loopy grin. Then he was in my lap again. This time, there was no clothing or anything else between us, and my hesitation made him stop just shy of touching. "Oh. Probably a bad idea."

I shrugged, and stroked down his chest fur. "I mean, I'm tested clean. Just habit."

"Same here." He didn't withdraw right away, and a bad decision floated into my mind. He caught the look in my eye, apparently, and licked his lips. "But?"

"If you're willing, fuck it. Why not?"

He considered a moment. "I'll still rubber for sex, mind you. But, why not?" He slid forward, draped his arms over my shoulders, and kissed me again as our bodies made contact—from chest to belly to our softened, slightly messy cocks. A stirring got my blood singing as we touched, and moved in a slow rhythm more intimate than lustful. If it hadn't been for the need to recharge, I knew I'd have been stiff within moments.

Even then, we were steadily rising against each other as we made out, then more as we kissed over jawlines and ears and necks and the hollow of throats, and as our fingers traced tender lines over the other's body. Someone was breathing hard, though I couldn't feel the warmth of breath—and then I remembered, oh, right, we aren't alone. Duh.

Jenna had one hand in her strapless bra—the dress was scrunched around her waist, basically forgotten—and the other openly rubbing herself as she watched us with lidded, barely focused eyes. From the way she trembled, and from the familiar smell I realized had been filling the air, she'd gotten off at least once or twice while watching us. Naughty gal.

"I take it you enjoyed the show?" Zack asked, head turned and resting cheek-to-cheek with mine. His hand teased along my thigh as he kept the other around my shoulders, holding to me like a long-time lover. "I can't speak for you, Kyle, but give me a few minutes and I'm sure we can do an encore."

"The spirit's willing," I said with a chuckle. "As for the body, well. I'm sure we can figure something out—though it looks like the lady needs some attention?"

He arched an eyebrow. "Before the encore, or during?"

"Too much to ask for both?"

We shared a smirk, then beckoned to Jenna in unison. "Come closer, oh voyeur." Zack licked his lips. "It's your turn."

Jenna huffed, and forced her hands out from under the fabric—it wasn't lost on either of us that her fingers were quite wet. She wriggled out of the dress a moment later. "Such handsome boys. How could I resist?"

She couldn't, and we both knew it. We didn't even begrudge having to move apart just enough to invite her into the embrace, just enough that we could each play a hand over her curves. I touched my lips to hers, then Zack did the same, and we both went to work.

Despite the lingering warmth and tingling, not to mention the distraction of their lovely bodies, I paid attention to the way Zack and I approached our tasks differently. Jenna liked the more direct touch, most times, and my fingers were already slipping between her legs with her vocal encouragement. She was fired up enough that even the slow, sensual teases were affecting her, and that's where Zack's languid explorations elsewhere had her leaning in and shivering. He made quick work of her bra and started in on her breasts, which slightly surprised but didn't at all disappoint me.

Between the two of us, it didn't take much to have her gripping our shoulders, eyes shut and ears splayed back, and all but whimpering as we mercilessly worked her most sensitive spots. The squeeze of her muscles around my fingers turned into rapid-fire clenches. Her fingers dug into my shoulder, as if her wordless cry wasn't enough to let out the tension. I knew the way she moved, and with a murmur to Zack, we kept up the pressure, drawing out her climax as her moans danced across our ears.

Our teasing slowed as she relaxed, but it wasn't until she pushed at us with a heady giggle that we withdrew. "Mmh, boys, my lovely boys," she half-babbled, panting to catch her breath. We'd pushed her pretty far, but I suspected she wasn't done yet.

Neither were we, I realized, as a casual glance told me Zack was nearly hard again. I was right there with him, and all it took was a quirk of his eyebrow and a hint of pink tongue running over his lips to have me standing proud.

"Looks like you want another taste," I said with a casual gesture downwards. "If not more."

Zack opened his mouth, but Jenna's husky voice cut in before he could reply. "More." She pulled her bikini bottom off. "I'm not through with you yet."

I took in her nude form—nothing I hadn't seen dozens of times, but still every bit as alluring. "I was hoping you'd say that. The fingers were just a warm-up."

She smirked. "Tempting, but I think that length of yours needs to break in our new arrival—if he's willing, of course."

"He's willing," Zack said right on her heels. Jenna made a circling motion with her finger: turn around. And he did, arching his toned back and flicking his puff tail upwards, revealing the nice, firm ass I'd been eagerly groping for half the night.

I didn't notice Jenna had moved until she sidled up behind me, and a tear of foil preceded a reach-around. With a deft motion she slipped the condom onto me. A moment later, her other hand brought the bottle of lube forward, and she took her time slathering every inch of the rubber. She even had an applicator for Zack's benefit.

It didn't stop him from putting on a bit of a show, spreading himself and swirling a finger around his cute little hole. I dared to reach out and fondle his ass, and he leaned back, nearly touching my tip as Jenna took aim on my behalf.

"Ready?" We both nodded. Before I could push, she grabbed my hip with her free hand. I froze as she pressed herself against my back, keeping me still as she leaned her cheek against my ear. "He's all yours, Zack."

I felt the heat of his body before the brush of fur, then the pressure of his flesh. His hands pushed into the sheets as he leaned his weight on them, relaxing the muscles that mattered. The thick ring resisted my intrusion at first, but I helped spread his ass a little more, and my head disappeared into him.

Jenna's hand restraining me offered a nice reminder not to buck my hips—the tight, hot prison enclosing me was beyond incredible, but from his gasps and pauses, he was still adjusting.

It didn't take long, though, until he leaned back again. I shivered at the lewd feeling of stretching him around my girth, and again when he slowly rolled his hips, seeking the best angle to take the rest of me. Another wall of resistance stopped us, but then he bore down, and with one smooth motion took the rest of me and sat firmly in my lap. The weight of his fuzzy balls rested against my own sack, leaving me snugly sandwiched between the two furs.

The moment he straightened up, I wrapped an arm around his front and leaned in to kiss his neck. "Damn, you're good."

Jenna purred. "Took it like a champ, didn't he?"

"Was worried I was too out of practice. Been a little while," he murmured, breathless, then giggled. "Ohh, I've missed this." His fuzzy back settled against my chest. Jenna's breasts were practically squished against my shoulder blades.

I had no complaints whatsoever.

"Whenever you're ready," I whispered in Zack's ear, giving it a nibble for good measure.

"Almost," he breathed, and slowly moved on my lap, testing his readiness. His muscles squeezed as I shifted in his lube-slicked, vice-like grip, and I reveled in the feel of him squirming once I realized it wasn't from discomfort. Our eyes met as he turned to look over his shoulder, his expression equal parts cute and lustful. He wanted me, and I was going to have him.

Assuming Jenna would let me move.

"Ah-ah-ah," she said when I tried to pull back. "I said I wasn't through with you yet." She leaned around me to murmur something to Zack, and his ears twitched at the secret suggestion. He must have agreed, because she kept holding me until I stopped trying to move, then pulled back barely more than an inch. The message was clear: Jenna was in total control. Her hands pinned mine just forward of Zack's cute butt.

When I settled back, she pushed her own hips forward in a smooth, disarmingly masculine thrust, hilting me in the other male. I couldn't tell which of us gasped. When no objection followed, she repeated the motion, building into a rhythm as she used my body to fuck him—it was barely more than teasing, but I had no room to resist even if I wanted to.

The thrusts were subtle, but relentless, and Zack started to move with them once he got comfortable. My mouth hung open as I panted; it was part from the lust and pleasure, but the heat two furry bodies can make is nothing to laugh at.

Jenna's nipples traced my back as she kissed over my neck. Our fingers hooked on Zack's hip bone to pull him flush onto my lap. "I'm not finished with you, either," she breathed past me. Her other hand pushed mine forward, around, and down between his thighs. She curled my grip over his sheath and base, holding long enough to keep me there, before slipping up his length.

I couldn't see her hand moving, not directly, but the hot, tight muscles surrounding me twitched as the bunny huffed and squirmed. There was something else, like a knob of tension half-hidden underneath where my cock rested inside him. It pulsed once, then again, strange and familiar all at once. So that's what the prostate feels like in someone else, I thought, smirking as I thought of ways to tap that male g-spot.

"Shame I don't have a strap-on handy," Jenna breathed in my ear. "It'd be a nice incentive to keep you pounding that ass."

I was surprised at the rush that idea brought, but reality also had its say. "Hot. But I do want to walk tomorrow."

Zack's back shifted over my chest as he chuckled, and I tightened my grip on his hip as Jenna pushed me forward again. The laughter faded into soft panting. Each thrust brought some small sound from one or both of us, little gasps and huffs that spoke of our mutual pleasure. A clench around my cock had me thrust forward, and it wasn't until my damp back met Jenna's fur that I realized she was giving me some measure of control again.

That, or her hand job was taking more of her attention. Jenna's arm and back and thighs were on me, still, but burying myself in the bunny's tight ass demanded my focus.

It was amazing, really. I'd done anal with Jenna a couple times, but this was different. There was a tension there from his arousal, and the twitch of his prostate. When I focused on it—I was ahead in the pleasure game again, and didn't intend to get off before everyone else—he whimpered and squirmed in ways I couldn't not keep exploring.

Just as I thought I was making progress, his muscles suddenly gripped me like a vice—the surge of pleasure was a reward for my attentions, or maybe just reflex. All I knew was, I wanted more. I buried my face against his neck and kept pushing into him. From the sounds Jenna made and the way her stroking sped up, it hadn't slipped her notice. I didn't know how close Zack was, but my motions were growing more and more ragged, instinct driving me more than conscious effort, until my balls started to tighten and I let out something akin to a strangled warning.

So much for coming last.

"In me," Zack managed to say, clenching around me, grinding against me in a lurid invitation. "Don't stop."

I didn't, not that I wanted to—or could've, as Jenna's other hand grabbed Zack's hip and pulled him back, bracing me against her front, and leaving me sandwiched between their two hot, furry bodies. With nowhere else to go, I rammed myself into him, crying out, toes curling and muscles going rigid as he squeezed and rocked his hips. He might have kept talking, or maybe it was Jenna, but I didn't hear any words, just the roar of blood in my ears as the tension surged inside me, spasming and rushing forth until I felt the first loads of seed shooting into him. I did hear his moan. Apparently he could feel me filling up the condom even through the rubber, or maybe he'd just guessed from the twitching and grinding. Either way, he didn't let up, demanding all that I could give until I all but collapsed against his back, shaking and panting.

It took a few moments to become aware that Jenna had almost stopped moving, letting the two of us enjoy one another. That wouldn't last, and his whimper told me he wasn't far behind in his own climax.

"Your turn," I growled in his ear, slipping my fingers up to pinch one of his nipples as Jenna's hand pumped as fast as I'd ever seen it. His balls rose close to his body, tickling against mine. My own grip had slipped in the throes of my passion, but I closed my fingers around his sheath again. Mere seconds of our combined efforts had him shaking, and I gritted my teeth, bracing my oversensitive flesh as I managed one last thrust right in that most sensitive spot.

"F-fuck," he whined, or tried to, as he stiffened against us. His ears flopped as he groaned, muscles spasming, utterly immobilized as the second climax of the night slammed into him. Jenna's other hand moved forward, and over his shoulder I saw her cupped fingers catching his seed as it sprayed out from his tip. The unmistakable scent of cum filled the air, rich and a little sweet.

It was bliss.

Afterwards, it was all I could do to slowly pull out as he came off his high, hoping we wouldn't make too big a mess of the sheets. The squeezes from his climax had practically abused my softening length, but oh, had it ever been worth the discomfort. Belatedly, I remembered the towels, and brought one under us to catch any drips. Jenna moved to let him readjust, and the three of us ended up lying down together. At some point in the haze, I had the presence of mind to help toss the condom and tissues.

We caught our breaths cuddled up together, petting over fur and nuzzling, and trading brief, murmured praises once we found our voices. There wasn't much room for words just yet. At some point in the next minutes we'd probably clean up and decide how to enjoy each other next, but it wouldn't have surprised me if that had been our finale for the night. We'd shared more than a few firsts, after all.

Zack was the first to excuse himself to the bathroom, leaving Jenna and I in a close, familiar embrace.

"Thanks for tonight," I murmured, giving her a brief kiss. "It was even better than expected."

She grinned. "You're welcome. The two of you hit it off well."

I licked my lips. "Something tells me we'll be seeing each other more."

"Just don't forget me every now and then," she said, winking.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Much as I enjoyed Jenna's company, Zack and I had already established we'd do well together. I was curious how that would play out with just the two of us—and then another thought occurred. "Or Amber."

"Or Amber," Jenna agreed. "Though I've never done a four-way before."

"Oh dear." I had to chuckle. "I think at least one of us would end up dead from over-sexing."

"Probably." She licked her lips, and then bit the lower one. "Doesn't sound so bad, though, does it?"

Zack chose that moment to return, moderately cleaned up, and the conversation got lost in snuggles and fondles.

No, I thought later. It doesn't sound bad at all. Not if it feels this damn good.