Cuckolding Gangbang

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Anthony gulped, pausing at the door to the living room, though Amy seemed a lot more confident than him that day. That was why he had hung back a little, letting her take the lead and the reins that day, even though everything had been set up before, his heart pounding, wearing only his jeans. Considering that he was going to be assisting Amy, well... He hadn't seen much of a point in wearing anything more than that.

Come on, he told himself, settling his nerves as he listened to the voices inside. They won't start without you.

That gave him confidence, remembering that things had changed since they had first started Amy having sex with her bull, a partner that was strong and bold enough to cuckold him. He couldn't get it out of his mind, just how he'd seen her that first time, when she had been down on her knees, servicing the first bull that they'd brought into their home. He had been attractive, surely, but the difference there was that Anthony's eyes had been fixed on Amy, how small she had looked against him, short but not diminutive by any means, her light Latina skin complemented by her rich, brown hair. Even her breasts, in that moment, had been hypnotic to him, his eyes fixed on his partner and her body, how she appeared even sexier in the heat of it all, sweat glistening softly upon her skin.

Three guys sat beyond the door with Amy, waiting for him. He swallowed hard, but not even he could have stopped his lips from curving up into a smile.

More boldly than he could have anticipated, he opened the door...and found Amy sitting on the sofa of their main living area, the coffee table pushed back to make room, three black men sitting around her. One had stripped down to his boxers already, though it appeared that everyone had been respectful enough to wait for him. Anthony's heart leapt into his throat, pounding and tightening there, the coarseness of his pulse aching deep inside him.

Amy smiled, drawing him in with his gaze. And, as long as she was there, he would be fine. Slipping into the role of the submissive, Anthony exhaled softly.

"I thought you were never going to get here," she said, eyes glinting, though he took note of how close she sat to the guy on the sofa, the muscle of his shoulders and pecs easily visible through the light material of his T-shirt. "Are you ready?"

Anthony nodded, heart hammering, blood roaring in his ears. Yet if he'd had any doubts at all about what was to take place there, the throbbing between his legs, shaft rising softly but firmly to attention within his jeans, told the tale for him. They'd waited for him, after all.

Amy leaned in, taking Kemal's lips against her own. She wouldn't be taking the lead with them for long, even if anyone could stop anything that was happening between all of them at any time. But her heart pounded as she felt his lips lusciously parting against her own, his tongue invited into her mouth while she moaned and quivered.

It was easy to melt against him, though Kemal was the strongest of the three guys she had invited there, without Anthony knowing their names. She'd talked to them plenty beforehand, of course, wanting to check them out first, but he didn't need to know that. They were easy-going guys but more than willing to give her everything she needed, Kemal with a pattern shaved into part of his hair while the others had theirs in a more natural style.

She didn't care for personal preference in that regard, more interested in their muscles, Stefon and Darius, the other two that she had invited there, removing their clothes as they slipped into their roles, talking amongst themselves.

"Unff, that slut's going to be so tight..."

"Not when I'm done with the whore... Heh, what a bitch she is all ready for us."

"Don't worry, boys," Amy purred, breaking free from Kemal's lips, her hands sliding over his shoulders, helping him get his T-shirt and then his trousers off. "There's plenty to go around. But I wouldn't be asking for you if he satisfied me."

Anthony grunted. Damn... It always caught him off guard when Amy was more humiliating towards him, though his cock swelled and, well, he leaned into it. He freed his erection, only sliding his jeans down far enough and unzipping to let it swell out, need evident as the bulls laughed at him. It was Amy, however, who fixed a pair of eyes that were suddenly particularly cruel onto him. Perhaps that was because his shaft was not really freed, but clasped in a plastic chastity cage that, somehow, was more restrictive than the metal ones that they had been playing around with before. Maybe because there was no space between any "bars" of the cage for the flesh of his needy member to press through, forever reminding him of his place there, that his cock was kept small even though it wanted to swell.

Amy's smirk deepened. He swooned.

"Get them ready for me," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. "All of them, whatever they want."

For she would be submissive to her bulls but not to him, Anthony thought with a quiver, though he did not know Stefon's or Darius' name as they smirked and rose, undressing swiftly. They didn't care for where their jeans or even their socks got kicked off too, soft lengths of meat begging attention while they grunted in the back of their throats.

"Yeah, do what your hot wife says..." Stefon said with a smirk, though it still looked a bit too friendly on his full lips that were better suited to smiling. "We're going to be the ones filling her tonight though, like she asked, not you. Damn, that must be hard to take..."

But it wasn't really, even though Anthony was not into guys. He could service them and prepare them for her, but there wasn't any other reason for him to be there, nothing more than a cuckolded voyeur with his cock bound in chastity. He shuddered as Stefon stood over him, stroking his cock lightly, though it was not for a bull to get himself ready.

"Go on," Stefon goaded him. "Your hot wife slut needs you to do your job, cuck boy."

He gulped. Obligingly, Anthony trembled as he took Stefon's half-hard cock into his mouth, feeling how it thickened, though it was not as if Stefon needed much preparation. Anthony's eyes rolled back, trying to look up at the man standing over him while he was better off down on his knees, tasting the man's musk, the masculinity of him lingering at the smeared head of his cock. Pre-cum dripped from him so thickly that it made Anthony's head swim, need coursing through, though every illicit pump of blood around his body only sent it to his cock. And it was very much not needed there.

His hand, of course...hands... They had to go to Darius, though he seemed a quieter sort, which Anthony didn't mind at all. It was easier for Anthony to take his soft cock in his hand, though his heart leapt at the size of it, already imagining how much more it was going to please Amy than his own shaft. He was nothing more than a modest size, but having three bulls to please her was going to be unlike anything that Amy had experienced before.

He couldn't wait to see how hot she looked, covered in their cream with a cum cream-pie drooling from her ruined pussy... He moaned around Stefon's cock as he ground back and forth, muttering something under his breath that Anthony did not catch as his attention tried, desperately, to slide back to Amy. Even then, he didn't want to miss a thing.

Kemal slipped a thin, leather collar around Amy's neck as she whimpered, letting him leash her, the ownership of her for the night well and truly passed over to the three guys. Nothing else mattered, only letting them take her, fill her, every cock sliding into any of the holes that they wanted to fuck. It was a gesture, to put the collar on, though Kemal grinned as he drew her against him, nipping at her neck as his hands roamed.

They disrobed quickly, so that everyone, bar Anthony who still had his jeans tugged down to expose the chastity device, was naked. Amy had thought that the nice lingerie she had chosen to show off her large breasts would have lasted longer, but it was no longer up to her. Not as she was pinned to the sofa by strong hands that curled around her shoulders, taking her breath away.

"Ohhhh, fuck me," she moaned, losing herself there, already slipping deeper. "I need it... He can't please me like you can... Need a bigger cock... Mmmph, please..."

That quip was for Anthony's ears, though she took pleasure in the shudder that rippled through him, how he tried to look at her, but, well, was too busy preparing her bulls to look. It was intoxicating, though she gave up her power even as she took even more control over him, an invisible leash stretching between them.

"I've got you, whore," Kemal hissed through his teeth, between her legs already as his hands tightened on her. "Need a good dick for a wet pussy like this, don't you, bitch?"

She moaned. Kemal didn't seem to need any trouble getting ready as he laid her down on her back on the sofa and winked at her, the leash wound around his hand. Unspoken permission was given in her moan as Amy rocked her hips up to him, legs wrapping around his waist, wanting him, craving him, lust throbbing through.

His cock pressed to her pussy, mostly hard and leaking pre-cum, though not as much as Stefon, even though every guy was different in their own way. Their likes and personalities came into play more outside their tryst and liaison, though it wasn't something that Amy could think about. Not as Kemal pushed into her with a hard, dominant thrust, taking her and claiming her with a tight hold on the leash.

Her heart pounded, swooning before him, moaning aloud, though there was more to come. He didn't need to fuck her slowly or quickly -- just exactly as he pleased with long, deep thrusts as if he was trying to take in every part of her.

Kemal moaned.

"Fuck, you're hot... Good thing you couldn't get what you needed...mmph, from your husband..."

It was not a mean comment as it was not directed at Anthony -- but it was still humiliating to the man that heard it as Stefon's cock burst from his lips. He whimpered, though didn't get a chance to duck his head, not as Darius took his place, despite his dick already being mostly hard. Anthony gulped, though obediently parted his lips to prepare him too, his service in that manner more in slickening up Darius' cock too so that he could better push into his wife.

Amy. His... But not his too, at the same time.

"Unff... Yeah..."

Darius thrust harder, grinding into Anthony's mouth and forcing his head back and forth, though his attention was mostly taken up by Amy. Even though he was preparing them, he knew his place and he wanted to hear her moans, the lewd, wet slop of Kemal thrusting into an already hot and ready pussy filling the room.

Against himself, Anthony moaned. She was so fucking wet for them, sheesh... He couldn't even remember a time that Amy had been that wet for him, though that was part of the reason why they had both sought the attention of others in their sex life too, bringing in the bulls from before. It was their kink, even though they both enjoyed it in different ways, Anthony submitting, allowing Amy to control him, engaging only in the ways that he was allowed to by her.

"Mmmph, sorry, dude, guess you'll have to eat my cum out of your wife's pussy."

Darius grinned, pushing Anthony off him as if he was no more than an object, but there was nowhere for him to slot right then, not even as Anthony shook in place, sinking back onto his calves as he knelt there. He just couldn't keep himself up and in position for a single moment longer, weak, literally, at the knees, as Amy took another cock into her mouth, Kemal pounding her pussy while Stefon sank deep into her mouth.

"Mmph! Mmph!"

Her cries were of lust and passion, even though she hadn't been ready for it, which was evident in the wideness of her eyes. Her dark eyelashes swiftly softened to flutters once more, however, all as Anthony watched, enraptured by the moment. The only downfall of that moment was that there was no verbal humiliation from Amy as she was getting fucked from both ends, a guy pushing into her mouth, "forcing" her to give him a blowjob, while Kemal took her pussy.

They didn't have to be slow and there was nothing there that made them hold back, knowing that they would get to cum many times, inside and on Amy, however they pleased. There was nothing to stop them, not even her husband kneeling there, helplessly watching everything as his caged dick ached and throbbed. Amy groaned around the cock in her mouth, trying to jack off Darius at the same time, but she fumbled and cried out when Kemal slammed in, unleashing his load inside her without any warning.

Moans and groans swelled to fill the room as if they were creating a kind of music all on their own, the powerfully muscled, studly form of Kemal leaning far over Amy as he climaxed. He forced her legs to crudely spread even further apart, showing off just how deep his thick length was inside her, how the folds of her pussy were strained taut around his girth. His shaft throbbed with every pump of cum, Amy's body rocking up to meet him, straining for her high.

And yet that would not come yet... Not quite yet. It would be a slower build for her, despite her body trembling with lust, but there was a good use for Anthony in bringing her off too, all while he ate out the bull's cum from her aching pussy. Amy shuddered, ready for more already, lightly sore and craving it still.

Stefon was not much slower, grabbing her hair and dragging her mouth roughly back and forth on his cock as if she was nothing more than a living fleshlight, a tool for pleasure that could be picked up and put down exactly as he pleased. Amy moaned around him, saliva and pre-cum drooling from the corner of her lips, though gulped to take him all as his meat pushed into the back of her throat.

She drank it all down as he twisted his hand dominantly into her hair, her eyes closed, giving in to her submission to the two men. Darius would come too, yes, she was sure of it, but she was too caught up in the moment to think of anything else but the sweltering heat begging for release from within her body, how her pussy ached, left slightly gaping in the absence of Kemal's cock as he withdrew from her.

Drawing out to spend the last spurts of his orgasm onto her face, cum drooling over her lips as she moaned, Stefon grinned, eyes locking onto Anthony.

"Get in there!"

Anthony scurried to obey as he was shoved forward, though the push didn't hurt him in the slightest, even if it sent a hot wave of humiliation through him, churning in the pit of his stomach. Amy waited, a grin on her lips, though she kept her mouth closed, a gleam of cum glistening there. Her lips parted to accept him and Anthony whimpered against her as she forced the cum of one of her bulls into his mouth, swapping cum with him and making him take it down his throat.

"Swallow!"

One of the bulls, he could not see which, rubbed his throat as if he needed encouragement. Anthony whined, though did as they willed, his head swimming, feeling more dazed than, honestly, he had any right to be. It was as if he was not truly present in that moment, taking on something new with every passing second, the thick taste of male in his mouth, something that his weakly leaking caged dick could not match up to.

He kissed her deeply, accepting and swallowing every mouthful of cum that she so deliriously fed him, losing himself there. Her tongue delved deep into his mouth, easily dominating him as if that was the only reason that he could have been there for her: for her to use.

"Ah... Amy..."

He panted, breaking the kiss lightly when he was sure there was no more cum in her mouth, met with the curve of Amy's wicked grin, eyes hard.

"Better than your cum any day, hon," she teased, though there was a bite behind her words that sent wicked tendrils of insidious humiliation deep into his soul, his cock throbbing more urgently than ever. "But you don't need to cum in me. Your little cock is much better all caged up."

Anthony shivered, nodding and moaning, but Amy's hand was already on his head, shoving him down between her thighs.

"Eat it all out of me, I'm ready for a fresh load..."

Even though there was a collar around her neck and the leash had been passed to Darius, the men tossing her between them as easily as they might have passed a cigarette casually, she still held him in the palm of her hand. She grinned as she sat up, spreading her legs wide to show off the messy cream-pie between her legs. Kemal had done quite a number on her to start, though she was eager for more, creamy rivulets drooling from her stretched pussy, from the might of a real cock.

The play between dominating Anthony and submitting to her bulls, three of them at the same time, was more tantalising than she could have imagined, squeezing her thighs in around his head as he moaned into her sex. Darius laughed, rubbing his cock against her face, teasing her lips, with a roll of his hips.

"Damn, he really likes eating our cum out of you..."

"He'll clean me up after every round... Won't you, baby?"

It was a term of endearment and it could not have sounded more biting than it did on her lips at that very moment, mocking him for his position, all where he was and how he was in his desire to serve her, to please her. Anthony quivered, trying to rock his hips as his cock throbbed anxiously, but there was nowhere for it to go, nowhere for it to be released, trapping him in the delicious torture of denial.

Still, he delved his tongue into the messy cream-pie and ate her out voraciously, as if any other purpose had been stripped completely from his life. The man's cum played heavily on his tongue, a different taste from the first, but maybe that was partly because the clinging strands were mixed in with Amy's essence, her arousal evident where it dripped from her. Sometimes, there was hardly any telling what came from Amy and what from the bull, though it was not up to Anthony to tell.

"Unff, good slut," Darius grunted, holding her hair, yanking her head back and forth as she sucked his cock. "Tell your husband what a good whore you are for us... Put that slutty mouth to good use..."

Amy moaned, though pulled back with heat in her cheeks, eyes downcast. Submissive only to them, of course, never to Anthony.

"I'm...theirs," she groaned, squirming in place, looking up adoringly at Darius. "Fuck my slutty pussy, make me worthless for any other cock -- mmph!"

Darius sealed the deal by slamming his cock back into her mouth, muffling and gagging her as she struggled to take him deep. Anthony trembled. He had no part in that, one eye on Amy and her comfort, but, well...she was already more than well being taken care of.

He cleaned her out softly with his tongue, making sure that he dug deep, though Amy was not in a position to give him any further orders, considering that Darius had his cock shoved into her mouth.

"That's it, beauty," he grunted, curling his fingers possessively around the collar, yanking her down on his cock as she deepthroated. "Get me all nice and wet... Yeah, you know where this cock is going."