Dani Does It Again pt. 9 (Patreon)

As her nectar continued to smear the muzzle of her vulpine lover, Dani traced her finger around John's pointed tip, her light touch enticing the fox’s flesh to engorge and spill out onto his thigh.  Observing the bulb of flesh pushing its way out of John’s sheath reminded her of how Juggy had been able to ride Dick down to the hilt, fist sized knot and all.  The look of ecstasy as she was tied to the horse hung fox was still strong in Dani’s mind and made her long to experience that feeling as well.  While not as expansive as the aptly named actor John was undeniably big, she really hadn’t expected either of them to be so well endowed, but even as sizable as John was she wanted to try.

But she knew being tied was not a quick affair, and once again Dani found herself unsure on how to proceed, and the fox lapping at the river flowing between her legs didn't help focus her thoughts.  Brian seemed content to stand there savoring his whiskey, but a simple glance down to his dick, which had returned to its girthy glory, showed that perhaps he had enjoyed probing Dani’s rear far more than the aloof air he was trying to affect. John’s own hefty unit seemed slower to recover, while most of the red length was clear of his sheath, it certainly wasn’t back to it’s seam-ripping prominence yet.

“John, sorry, but it seems Brain needs my help.”  Looking over her shoulder, Dani asked with as much control in her voice she could muster.  Having made up her sex-addled mind, this felt the best course of action, “Do you mind?”

“Of course not,” John’s toothy grin was easy, and the exchange of looks between the two predators seemed to convey a delight that Dani had finally expressed a desire, meekly delivered though it might have been. Dani climbed onto her unsteady legs, still shaking from the oral bombardment she had received.  She gestured for the raccoon to take his place on the bed, giving the soft covers a few playfully pats. As he lowered himself to sit on the edge, Dani placed her hands on his solid shoulders, giving him a push to lay on his back. Brian’s bemused expression quickly changed to understanding as Dani turned her full hips and rear to face the raccoon.

“Ride it, girl.” John cheered as with great care she eased herself down till she felt the head of the raccoon’s fat tool connect with her drenched folds.  Inch after blazing inch she continued her descent, the incredible wideness boring into her core.  When Brian’s hands latched onto her sides, a momentary spike of fear struck that the raccoon would drive the rest of his thick shaft into Dani’s delicate body.  But the thrust never came, just the long slow grunt as Dani’s ass finally made contact with Brian’s hips.  She took a few moments to adjust to the feeling of utter fullness, so tight she could feel the throbbing vein running along the shaft’s side. One foot on Brian’s muscular thigh, the other placed on the bed, Dani eased her legs apart to give herself more control.  With a shaky breath she began the tortuous rise up before the controlled fall down.  Dani didn’t know exactly when her moaning had started but more escaped her mouth with each throb of the wide phallus invading her body.

“That’s crazy Dani!” Jasmine’s voice roused her from her trance, she had forgotten that three other mammals had been present while she impaled herself on Brian’s hefty rod.  Jasmine stood between her legs, eyes locked on her soaking gash thoroughly stuffed with raccoon meat, “Your pussy is getting stretched so much!”

“Oh Fuck!”  Any further comments were lost as Jasmine’s own sex was quickly filled with Ken’s eager length.  Dani was treated to the similar sight of Jasmine’s slit being forcefully stretched open as Ken’s cock disappeared into the otter’s tight hole.  With a throaty moan Jasmine exclaimed, “It’s like a steel pipe!”

“Holy crap!” Ken winced as Jasmine’s clear honey drenched his crotched and shaft, “You’re gonna crush my dick!”

John at some point had stepped onto the bed to stand beside her, his huge cock hanging in front of her face.  With each slow stroke from the bulb at the base to the tapered tip, his monstrous unit steadily engorged.  She raised her hand to the swollen member, rubbing her hand along the underside, earning a trickle of precum and a shiver from the fox.  Her back arching with every light orgasm Dani’s rhythm became more confident and needed, a sloppy mixture of raccoon and bunny cream pooling on the bed below them. Their lewd cries and the wet sounds of sex filling the room were mesmerizing, driving all other thoughts out.