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h2.[b]Bi and Large [Stink][/b]
The raccoon huffed through the funnel taped to his maw, sitting patiently with his hands tied to the toilet, waiting for them to get back. For the longest time his wife had wanted to open up the relationship, but it was clear she really wanted to have her husband watch someone else claim herâŚbut that was a feeling they both shared. The previous night at the bar theyâd both looked for the right bull for the job, a man who was happy to show he was the better maleâŚbut in the end, it was her choice, and that choice is what truly cemented the raccoonâs humiliation: He wasnât even being cucked by some muscular alpha or cute young boytoyâŚhis girlfriend found the most disgusting, obese slob at the end of the bar and started to blush at the sight of him knocking back cheap shots. She bit her lip at the rolls of sweaty fat under an ill-fitting and stained vest and said: âI want him to fuck me.â
So here he was, eagerly anticipating their return, his imagination running wild as the bird she picked took his wife on a date more thrilling than he ever could. The raccoon felt that wonderfully cruel thrill as his imagination ran wild, he thought of his stinking beak kissing his beautiful woman with a hungry, sloppy lust. He thought of his dirty fingers crawling into her trousers, fingering her without any respect given, teasing her about how sheâd going to get used, not merely fuckedâŚalready his chastity cage was pulsing up and down, leaking a steady string of precum onto the bathroom tiles.
And the best part of the night hadnât even happened yet. His body jolted as he heard the door slam open, hearing his wife sloppily smooching the birdâs beak, and his dirty grunts as he manhandled her to the bed. He could hear him slapping her ass, her little yelps and giggles driving his imagination wild. âStoooop, heâs gonna hear you~â she flirted. âGood, he should know what a good night yer about tâ have!â he repliedâŚthe raccoon could hear everything. He couldnât hear a thing, but his cage still strained hard as his imagination filled the gapsâŚthe bird undoing his belt, his marital bed creaking to take the weight of such a grossly obese bird, and the one that made the raccoon really cringeâŚthe sound of her giggling turning into moans as the birdâs dirty cock slowly pushed into her. âMmmh, thatâs rightâŚclaim me, you nasty thingâŚâ she moaned out, and over the sound of the bed creaking and fast groaning the raccoon could hear the sound of how wet she was for him as that birdâs nasty cock took what should be his.
The sounds got faster and faster, his wifeâs moans for the birdâs cock were getting louder, too. His caged cock was really struggling, now pouring out precum on the floor as she loudly screamed out how much better this nasty, fat bastardâs dick was compared to her husbandâs little mammal cock, how she will never let him fuck her againâŚand how she wanted his cum. That last part made the raccoon whimper out through his piss funnel gagâŚhe had only one limit that he could manage to stammer out to the bird when he agreed to have him fuck his wife. If he cums, he has to pull out. He wanted to try and remind him but the gag could only make him say weak moans, and he felt that even if he was there in the room the bird would do it out of spite anywayâŚespecially as he loudly called out to the bathroom: âYou want that inside you, huh girl? Let me hear you say it!â he growled, such a smug power in his tone of voice as the raccoonâs wife moaned back that she wanted his cum as deep as it could go. The raccoon felt a cold chill hearing the birdâs inevitable climax build up along with his wifeâs own coming upâŚand then he came, loudly screaming that he loved the feeling of pumping his load into her pussy, making sure that the raccoon could hear everything. A sloppy sound came to the bathroom as he pulled out, no doubt not caring about leaving a stain on the sheets the raccoon would be sleeping in that night with the wife next to himâŚthat would not help the embarrassing and thrilling thoughts from keeping him up all night.
âWait âere, Iâve gotta talk tâ thâ cuck before we do round two.â he said. The wife lovingly smooched his cock and told him not to make her wait too long, and the raccoon yelped through his funnel as the bird swung the door open and waddled into the bathroom. He grinned at the pathetic sight, his still-erect cock triumphantly sticking up and covered in sex. The smell of his sweat and the wifeâs wetness filled the room and made the cuck gag, but his eyes went wide as he knew what was coming next. The bird aimed his slimy cock into the piss funnel, having to lift his bloated gut up so the steaming dick could aim the tip into it, and even with such a protruding gut his cock still looked so massive, so much bigger than the raccoonâs was. A stream of dark yellow piss gushed out of the tip, almost instantly filling the funnel up. The raccoon sucked it into his mouth and swallowed it down, his bodyâs gag reflex fighting him right awayâŚbut he had no choice, because as soon as the mouthful was swallowed down, the funnel filled right back up again. âDrink up, cuck boy!â the bird snorted, shifting his hefty weight as he kept the aim steady: âI gotta piss before i fuck that wife of yers againâŚthough, donât think sheâs âyoursâ too much now, eh? I know you said not tâ cum in her, but hey. You heard how much she begged fer it.â
The piss stream was relentless and constant, and the raccoon could feel it burning his throat as the nasty concentrated urine barraged his tastebuds with bitterness. All while the intense, burning shame of what just happened hit his mind. âHope ya donât mind raisinâ someone elseâs kid. It ainât my problem, thatâs fer sure. Now gulp it alllll down, thatâs it. Made a better urinal than you ever did a husband didnât ya? Donât worry. Thatâs my job now. You jusâ be around tâ pay fer dates anâ tâ drain this bladder.â
Finally the stream died down into a strong trickle, enough for the raccoon to have a few seconds of ârespiteâ gagging in between shorter gulps. âNow say thank you, cuck.â the bird said. The raccoon gave a muffled âThhmkâŚyrrrâŚâ through the tube followed by a heavy retch, and the bird simply left him there with the bitter taste slathering his tongue.
The bird left the bathroom for only a few seconds and yet the sounds of heavy breeding started up once againâŚ
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