If "chores" is the name of a certain skunk who lives down the street...
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The bunny and mutt looked at each other with wide eyes. Kimm rubbed two fingers together, then stuck one index finger in a circle made with two on the other hand: Moolah for dicking around!
“Sure, sure, I'd love to come by soon and meet you in person. We can make an appointment for a week from now, or so, before the next chore day...that would be great, ma'am...thanks for letting Casey earn his keep over here...I'll have him home in short order...you too, have a good evening now.” Then he turned the phone off and tossed it to the floor.
“That's how you do it.” Casey was flabbergasted.
“She didn't even want to talk to me again?”
“No reason to. It's all good. Now, if I don't get off soon, my balls are gonna explode.” He turned to Kimm, who was nuzzling his sac back and forth. “You wanna fuck me?”
“I...” Now it was the mutt's turn to be flabbergasted. Mr. Judd sure didn't have any qualms about asking for what he wanted. “You...you mean you'd let me?”
To make his point, the skunk brought his knees to his chest, spreading wide so Kimm could see his hole. With one paw, he jerked on his cock until a fair amount of pre coated his fingers, which he shoved under his tail with a grunt. The mutt would have no problem getting in there. “Does it look like I'm kidding?”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Good. It's been a while since I've been tied, so you go ahead and shove that thing as deep as you can. Casey, why don't you get back over here and straddle me so I can finish what I started?” Casey complied without protest.
For a guy with some chub on him, Mr. Judd was remarkably flexible. He held his legs in that bent position easily, probably from years of practice. Kimm positioned himself between the skunk's thighs, rubbing out his own pre to lube his cock. It was a slender five inches, including the knot, bright pink and leaking as the mutt brought the tip to rest against the black ring of flesh.
“Casey, help him put it in.” Mesmerized, the bunny glanced at Kimm, whose eyes had glazed over with either disbelief or lust, or both. He couldn't reach back far enough to do much good, so he just pulled Mr. Judd's balls up out of the way, spreading the hole further open as the mutt slid on in. Kimm was loud, moaning and growling in the back of his throat as the skunk's hole gave way and practically sucked him in to the knot. Mr. Judd bucked, and the effect was magnified.
“Jesus Christ, I'm really fucking him,” Kimm mumbled.
“You're not fucking until you move your hips,” Mr. Judd admonished. After bending a bit for a better angle, Kimm found his rhythm and was panting, giving the skunk long, slow strokes. “C'mon, Casey, up!” The bunny tore his eyes away, scooted up close and aimed his drooling member at the skilled mephit muzzle.
The rest was only a matter of time. Casey was too caught up in sensation to say a word; he alternated staring at his dick disappearing between black rubbery lips and the drab everyday-ness of Mr. Judd's kitchen. Every once in a while, Kimm would utter an obscenity that would bring him back to the moment, and what they were doing in that moment, and how unbelievably hot it was. In the course of one afternoon, Casey had lost cherries he hadn't counted on popping until he was at least out of high school.
At some point, after Kimm had started to thrust harder and with more purpose, Casey became aware of the skunk pawing himself off, the rhythm of his arm giving him away. The more the mutt thrust, into Mr. Judd, the more Mr. Judd sucked on Casey. The more he sucked on Casey, the closer Casey got to the finish line. Eventually it ceased to be a goal to strive for and started being an eventuality he couldn't stop. He even started humping the skunk's face to speed it along.
It wasn't too long before the pressure built up to an unbearable level, and the bunny's cock began spasming even before he hit his climax. He had time to crush one of Mr. Judd's ears in his paw before it came blasting out of him, feeling like he was flooding the skunk's mouth with his load. Mr. Judd patted the bunny's rump and hummed a “good boy” kind of hum, letting his tongue do most of the work. Then he pulled Casey down to a straddle, without a word, leaned up and met him in a deep kiss.
Casey's first thought was that it was going to be a mess, but when he again tasted himself on the skunk's mouth, his eyes rolled up in abandon and he let his tongue rove over Mr. Judd's, cum drooling out from between them and dripping onto the man's chest. Kimm's thrusts were drastic and irregular, and the three moved as one as the mutt started whimpering. Satisfied to be along for the ride, the bunny just let himself fall into the middle of it all, hunching against the skunk's belly fur with a sheath that was incapable of getting hard for a while.
“I'm there!” said Kimm.
Mr. Judd broke the kiss long enough to pant, “Use that knot for its purpose, boy. Tie me hard.”
“ Yes sir!” Casey had never heard Kimm call anyone “sir” in his lifetime; he was sure that was come cliché line from some porno flick or story or website he'd seen, knowing the mutt. It was oddly appropriate at the moment, though, and a few beats later he gave a massive thrust and Casey actually felt the pop. “Ohhhh, ohhhhh, fuck I can't move and it's coming! Ungh, unghhhhhh...” The rest of his words melted together in his orgasmic bliss.
“Oh, yeah...” Mr. Judd sighed, having apparently achieved a goal of some sort. Casey looked back and saw that Kimm's head was down, his claws raking through the fur on the skunk's inner thighs. He made slow movements as he emptied himself. And when the bunny looked back, he caught Mr. Judd with his tongue out, staring at the ceiling. When their eyes met, the skunk gave a goofy-looking gasp and grinned lopsidedly, one paw spreading Casey's rear open just in time to receive no less than eight thick shots of hot cream. They collected below his tail, streamed over his hole and dripped off his balls. It would have been hotter if he hadn't come twice today (okay, three times if pawing in the shower before school counted), but the way Mr. Judd looked at him, given up to his climax, a bottom's climax, was rewarding enough.
And, for once in his life, Casey knew he had true power.
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Excerpt from "Excuses 2: Free Candy" which you can find here: https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=41024
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