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Let 'er Rip!

By Duffin Caprous

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This story is of an adult nature and therefore, if you are under 18, you need to not read this. However, if you do choose to not heed my warning, don't let your parents sue me!

The loud music was not something the normally meek and quiet housecat, Gary Hildebrand, went for. Of course...he also wasn't generally one to go into gay clubs either. Not that he had a problem with gays or anything! But, then...he wouldn't be here if not for his wife, Linda.

"Linda, can't...we just go? There's too many other furs here..." he said loudly, sounding like barely a whisper to the female black cat's ears.

Linda was holding onto Gary's paw as she lead him in. She wore a cute black miniskirt with a white tank top which sported the word "Queen" in pink glittery letters. Her grip on his paw was firm, letting him know she had no intention of letting it go. Gary, on the other hand, was wearing way fewer clothes than he would have liked. He had on a tight pair of skinny jeans and a black mesh t-shirt. Around his neck was a collar. A tag from his collar, a pink heart, which simply had "Queen's Bitch" engraved on it. Gary didn't look happy about this.

Linda sat on a couch and pulled her husband down, making him make a sound of surprise, falling beside his wife. She leaned in, "I don't want to hear any bitching, boy. You were the one who fucked your secretary without permission. Now, _I_am choosing who you fuck next. Or rather...who fucks you. And you know better. When you wear the collar, you call me Mistress."

Gary looked white as a ghost as Linda revealed her grand plan. His mouth opened in surprise, "Bu...but, Lin...M-mistress...you...you know I'm straight."

Linda smirked, turning her head to her husband. Her fingers grasped at his chin and she leaned in, planting a soft kiss to his lips, "Then maybe you'll keep your little dick in your pants next time," she said, patting the crotch of her husband's jeans, making him whimper softly as she patted the obvious chastity cage hidden there.

"Mistress, please I'll...I'll do anything else," he said softly, the female giving a light swat to his cheek in reply.

"Shush, boy. Enough, now look around, see if there's anyone you're interested in," she said to him, causing the male to just let out a whimper she couldn't hear over the loud music. Both sat on the couch, looking around the club, one eager, the other very nervous-looking.

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Victor grumbled softly, watching as his target wandered off with some other twink. Damn foxes. He lifted the glass in front of him and tipped it back, swallowing the last of the White Russian down.

"Slow night?" the bartender asked Rip. The opossum smirked and shrugged, tapping his glass to ask for another drink. He was there often enough to be known by most of the staff and many of the patrons, even. He had on a plain t-shirt and a pair of his riding leathers. He'd not really planned on coming in after work, but had decided to take a detour. The large opossum turned to glance around, scowling a little as he saw a large group of females on the dance floor, all giggling and laughing. He could easily see it was a bachelorette party group. Why they always felt the need to come to a gay club, Rip never knew, but they always ended up completely trashed and kicked out. He'd seen it many times before. The bartender set the glass down and Rip lifted it for a sip.

"Excuse me," he heard someone say into his ear, a female.

Rip grunted, "Ain't interested, specially ain't no dancer, obviously."

"Um...sorry?" she asked.

Rip finally turned his head, "Look, I said--" he began to say and then noticed a pair of housecats, one calico, one black, "Oh, shit, sorry, thought you were with the bachelorette thing. Always fucking bugging me or something, like I'm some cuddling bear or something," he said with a wave of his paw, "So, what do you want?"

The female looked slightly cowed, something her husband didn't see all too often. Rip could easily tell the male was incredibly uncomfortable and seemed to delight in keep a firm gaze on the male, especially upon noticing the collar around his neck.

"Yes...well, uh...sorry to bother you, but, um...you see..." the female began to say, looking just a tad more flustered, as if quickly losing her nerve while talking to the large opossum. As if realizing how she looked, she took a bit of a deep breath, "My hus--my pet, here broke a rule and I'm trying to find someone to help. You see, he's...well, bottom line is I am looking for a, uh...bull to...to mount him, basically. He's straight and so I thought it would be a good way to punish him."

Rip listened to the black cat, his brows peaked ever so slightly, though his expression remained pretty neutral. As she finished, he laughed a bit loudly, causing both cat's ears to lower nervously, "That right? Looking to...trick out your husband...sorry, pet..." he said, clearly mocking the black cat's slip of tongue. He seemed to get a feeling this was sort of...well new for the couple.

The female nodded her head, giving Rip a smile, straightening her back to try to regain some of her confidence, "Well, yes. If you're not interested, just...we'll be one our way," she said, beginning to turn. Rip reached out to press a large paw on her shoulder.

"Now hold on there, little lady," Rip said, the cat pushing his paw off her shoulder quickly.

"That's Missus Hildebrand. Or...Linda is fine as well," she snipped, the word on her shirt certainly belying a bit of an uptight personality.

"I see. Well, Linda, what did the Mister do that was so bad?" Rip asked as he took another drink of his cocktail.

"Well, he had sex with his secretary. Without permission, even!" she replied, the calico behind her looking down at the floor, looking to be blushing quite a bit at this point.

"I see. So...he fucked her and now you...what, want me to fuck him, is that it?" Rip asked rather bluntly. It caused both cats to blush at his frankness.

"Well...yes, in so many words."

The opossum lifted the glass to his muzzle, taking another drink of it before setting it down, "What do I get out of it?"

Linda looked confused and looked to her husband a moment before looking back, "Well, you...get to...you know, go at him."

Rip shook his head, "No, no, that's a given. I mean, you're using me as a tool to punish him, I should get something else out of it."

The black cat rubbed at her upper arm slightly, clearly looking like she hadn't really thought all this far ahead. Rip lifted a paw up to stop her from speaking, "Hey, don't worry about it, I'll come up with something and let you know. For now, I gotta hear your...pet here tell me he wants it."

Linda looked back to Gary and gave a tug of his collar to pull him forward, gesturing to him to speak. Gary bit his lip, stumbling forward.

"Well? You want this?" Rip asked him, letting the male watch as he groped himself openly, drawing an intense blush from the male.

Gary looked back to Linda, as if hoping she would end things right here. He turned his head back and meekly replied, "If...if my Mistress wants me to, then...then I do."

Rip laughed and tipped his glass back after hearing that, "Well, boy, then let's go get you laid.

They drove separately, Rip on a pristine Harley Davidson motorcycle, the other two in a sensible red sedan car. He followed behind them and about twenty minutes later, they arrived at the couple's home in the suburbs.

The couple looked pretty nervous, as if this was something they didn't actually expect to have happen. Rip was eyeing both the husband and wife up from behind as they lead him inside.

"You guys got any beer?" he asked, a paw rubbing his stomach a little bit idly as he looked around the mostly Ikea-furnished house, just exploring on his own while they stood near the doorway.

It was Linda who spoke up, "Uh, well we're...not beer drinkers. But, um...I have some wine if you..."

"Nah, fuck it," the opossum interrupted with a wave of his paw, "Been itching to get in that ass since we left the club anyway. So, where you wanna do this?"

Gary was sort of cowering behind his "mistress", Linda looking a little nervous, herself, seeming unsure if this was such a good idea. The fantasy was hot, but this was quickly becoming real. She did seem more excited for it than Gary, though and replied, "Well...since he...had sex with in our bed....I guess its only fair you do the same."

Rip grinned a bit at that, "That's the spirit. Lead on, babe," he said to her and she lead the two men up the stairs to the master bedroom. Rip wasted no time, reaching down to pull off his t-shirt, his thick, pudgy, but muscular physique exposed to the two, including his various tattoos. This drew a quiet gasp from the wife who was nibbling her lip, trying to subtly look, but not be caught staring at the much older male.

"Okay, so...um, how do you want to, um..." Linda began to ask. Rip looked around the room.

"Well, you want me to take charge of your pissant little husband?" Rip asked, looking to her.

"Hey!" came Gary's reply, but a stern look from both Rip and Linda caused him to cower in the corner. That question actually seemed to cause the female housecat's tail to flick a little in excitement and she could only nod her head.

"Awright, you got any cuffs or any of that shit?" The opossum asked. Linda looked a little embarrassed by the question and admitted there were none. Pfft, some kinksters, Rip thought. Just trying to play at the lifestyle. He gave a sharp whistle to the housecat male in the corner, "Get naked, bitch.

With bright red face of embarrassment, the male started to strip naked hesitantly, looking to his wife. This was all for her he kept reminding himself. All for her so she'd forgive him. Soon, the smaller male was standing there without a stitch of clothing on, his paws trying to cover his front and his genitals.

Rip glared a little bit, 'Get your fucking paws at your side," to which the cat instinctively obeyed, causing more of a blush. Revealed was a pretty unimpressive sheath and set of balls, causing the opossum to laugh it up at his expense. Linda was starting to squirm, seeing the big male treating her husband like that. "Now, get the fuck over here. Since you two are so under prepared, we're going to improvise, but first...kneel down at my feet, boy."

Gary was nearly trembling as he was ordered around by this complete stranger. He obeyed, though, the mantra of 'It's for Linda, it's for Linda' going through his head. He nervously knelt down, trying to ignore the fact that his small sheath was beginning to thicken a little bit.

A zip could be heard ominously and the strong musk of Rip filled Gary's immediate vicinity as the opossum unzipped. He reached into his leathers and hefted out his heavy sheath, "See this, boy? This is a real man's dick. Worship it."

Gary looked up with wide eyes, face-to-cock with Rip. He looked over to Linda, "But you said I only had--"

Rip's heavy paw swiped across the housecat's face, gripping his chin to wrench it back to face his sheath, "Don't you fucking talk to her. You're my bitch right now, show me some god damn respect. Now, worship my dick, show me it's worth even sticking up your ass."

Linda was now sitting on a chair in the bedroom, staring at the two of them, her legs clenching together in obvious arousal. She didn't seem to mind that Rip was being a bit rough with her husband and her scent was pretty obvious, too. Her eyes remained mostly focused on the dick of the large older male as well. Gary let out a little whimper and finally leaned forward, trembling, his lips soon pressing right to the thick grey-furred sheath. The scent was dominating his senses, only smelling masculine opossum cock now.

Rip's grip moved from the cat's chin to the back of his head, grinding forward with a rumble in his chest, "There you go. Let's make sure everyone at work smells what a bitch you are," he said, his pink tip beginning to slip from his sheath, "Go on, bitch, get your tongue in there..." the opossum groaned softly, forcing the feline's head lower until his nose was firmly nestled at the base of his sheath and balls. A tongue could soon be felt against them and Rip groaned again, fingering gripping into the short headfur of the male at his feet.

All Linda could do was watch. Her paws were clearly rubbing at her knees, as if trying to keep from just diving under her skirt to touch herself. She...had no idea this would be so hot...

"Alright, that's enough of that, get to sucking," Rip growled softly, giving a tug back of Gary's head, his other paw drawing his sheath down his quickly stiffening length, the six incredibly thick inches of the opossum throbbing right against the male's nose. Gary whimpered and resisted the urge to look at his wife for confirmation, looking incredibly hesitant to active suck a guy off, but he yelped out suddenly, feeling a large footpaw pressing firmly against his erection (an erection he hadn't even realized he head), grinding it against his belly, "Suck my cock, bitch, look at how fucking hard you are. Don't make me have to beat your ass."

That's all it took and the housecat's muzzle opened wide before pushing his lips down onto the musky opossum cock. His wife had certainly blown him before. He knew...what to do, but the humiliation of blowing a guy he didn't even know while his wife watched was intense. Rip groaned out, pulling his footpaw away from the cat's throbbing 4 inches of erection.

"It looks...like he likes it," Linda said, piping up for the first time, her paws rubbing a little further down her thighs and quickly back up to her knees.

"Yeah...uhn, fuck...taking to it like a fish to water. Wouldn't be shocked if he snuck out to suck some dick too, just to ashamed to tell you," Rip replied with a sneer, looking back down as Gary blushed deeply and started to bob his head on the hard opossum cock. Rip's hips remained still for a few moments before he decided to test the little shit. Fingers gripped at his headfur and began to push those hips forward. Gary's paws came up to the wide opossum hips. He gagged and coughed, "Come on, bitch, get it all in there..." Rip groaned, trying to push more into the cat's muzzle. Gary's paw was patting at Rip's thigh, trying to push away, but the larger stronger male was having none of it. With one more firm thrust, that head popped past the younger male's throat and Rip growled in pleasure, forcing the rest in more easily.

"Oh j...jesus..." Linda muttered as he husband took all of the cucumber into his muzzle, gagging on it. Her paws began to creep down her thighs, legs spread slightly. Rip could easily see her bright red panties underneath, a nice wet spot right in the middle. He pulled back, finally, letting Gary cough and sputter.

"Alright, enough of that, your wife here wants the main event. Get on the bed," Rip ordered as he began to undo his leather belt. He tossed that onto the bed and lifted a foot to the bed to pull off his boots one by one and then his socks. He then undid his leathers the rest of the way, letting them fall to fully expose himself to the couple. As Gary nervously got onto the bed, he opened his mouth to ask how he should be positioned. The opossum climbed onto afterward, paws pushing the small cat onto his back. He straddled Gary's chest, his balls and cock resting on the male's face while he wordlessly tugged both of the cat's wrists up toward the headboard. Using his belt, Rip wound the leather a couple times around the cat's wrists before then clasping the belt shut around a couple rungs of the headboard.

"He...hey, what the...Linda, we didn't agree--" Gary said fearfully as Rip gripped firmly at the cat's headfur. He again ground the cat's face into his genitals before reaching for his discarded socks.

"Don't really need to hear any more from you, bitch. Look, your wife's nearly fucking fingering herself seeing you like this, so time to shut the fuck up," Rip growled. As Gary opened his mouth to plead with his wife, he found one of Rip's wadded up socks pushed into his muzzle. The cat mmmmmmed into it, the smell and taste strong and musky. The second sock was quickly wrapped around his head and tightly tied, holding the other one in his mouth.

Linda was watching, her fingers finally pressing to her pussy through her panties, whimpering at the treatment her husband was getting. Why...was she wishing it was her? She wasn't in this sort of thing, surely!

With the housecat restrained and gagged by the opossum's socks, Rip began to move backward. The male kicked a little beneath him, making Rip smirk. Moving further down, his paws gripped firmly at the cat's ankles, lifting them up in the air, pushing them toward his head to force that cute ass up in the air. Gary would make a pretty cute girl, Rip thought with a smirk. Hocking up a load in his mouth, He spit lewdly down onto the exposed tailhole of the housecat, making the male mumble unintelligibly into the makeshift gag. He could feel the saliva drooling down his crack a little bit.

"You got any lube or you think this is good enough, babe?" he asked, the opossum looking to Linda who jolted back to reality, her paws quickly pulling away from her pussy with a blush.

"Um...I think, um...oh, wait, there are condoms in the drawer," the female cat began to say, at least having the wherewithal to point that out. Rip grumbled slightly and reached into the side drawer, finding one of the condoms. It was a quick matter of him ripping open the package with his teeth and rolling the latex along his shaft.

Rip spit a few times into his paw, slicking it around his throbbing protected shaft, "You want me to fuck him just like this don't you? Just my fucking spit to lube him up."

Linda whimpered softly, "P...please..." Gary looked horrified hearing that. He looked to Linda and she was biting her lip before whispering, "D...do it..."

That's all Rip needed. He growled softly, grabbing the base of his cock to nudge against the virgin hole beneath him. Gary was struggling weakly in his restraints and cried out in pain as the lightly lubed up cock began to push into his tight hole. His toes curled as Rip kept pressing forward, wedging that ass open. The resistance soon let up and inch after inch sank into the cheating male, making him cry out muffled into the gag, pain lancing through him.

Linda's paws shot to her crotch, moaning softly as she quickly pushed her paw under the waistband to sink into her sopping wet pussy. She saw her husband being taken and it only made her hornier.

That ass was nice a warm around his bare cock as Rip sank all the way in to the root, "Uhhhn, yeah, bitch...how's that feel? Nice big dick in your pussy, huh?" he let go of the feline's ankles, letting them fall to his shoulders, moving his paws to the slender hips of the feline male beneath him. Gary was blushing intensely as Rip started to fuck him, big hips drawing back only to roughly thrust forward again. The cat's hole clenched around Rip as the thickness started to grind against the male's prostate. He cried out, never feeling anything like that before.

Rip groaned, feeling the housecat's ass clenching and trying to fight against him as his paws gripped at those hips. He fucked Linda's husband in front of her as her paw toyed in her panties, obviously touching herself. The opossum kept those legs up in the air on his shoulders, the male's footpaws bouncing with each rough thrust. Gary was whimpering out, pulling at the belt which kept his wrists up against the headboard.

"Fuck, boy...you sure you ain't done this b'fore?" Victor asked with a smirk, fucking the cat's hole more firmly, "Lookit her, jillin' off to me fucking your ass. Bet you're gonna be begging her to peg you from now on, ain't ya?" he said with a chuckle, his hips pounding at the cat's ass, lewd slapping easily heard along with Linda's moans. Gary shook his head quickly, mmmmming into the gag to try to deny it. But, a moan came out soon after. Rip could see him starting to breathe faster and could see the tell tale signs as a bit of precum began to leak from the tip of the male's softened sheath

Rip smirked, seeing those artificially dominant walls come down a bit, "C'mere, I want to see something real quick," Linda, with shaky legs got up from the chair and made her way to the bed, now seeing up close how the opossum's thickness was wedging itself deep in her husband, "Watch...your little bitch is gonna pop," he said. Gary looked as his wife came closer. He was blushing intensely as a feeling began to grow rapidly in the pit of his stomach. His eyes widened, the cock pounding away at his prostate over and over again. He couldn't...he wasn't going to...the cat suddenly moaned out, his head going back as his hole clenched tightly around the older male's cock. Linda and Rip both watched, Linda gasping as she saw spurt after spurt of her husband's seed splattering across his stomach.

"Yeaaaaah, there ya go, slut...cumming like the bitch you are..." Rip groaned out, resisting the urge to just jizz in the cat's ass right then and there. Gary was humiliated, feeling his cum oozing over his belly like that. With a sudden squeak, Linda felt a large paw gripping at her scruff, pulling her onto the bed across Gary, his cum smearing into her shirt.

"Mmmm!" Gary suddenly exclaimed as Rip pushed her over the side of the bed. Rip tugged from the male's ass and climbed off the bed.

"Shut your mouth, bitch. You both want this. She hasn't taken her eyes off my dick since you saw me in the club," the opossum said firmly as the male began struggling. Linda tried to stand back up, but gasped as soon the opossum was standing behind her.

"L...let me up! This wasn't part of the deal!" she cried out, feeling her husband squirming beneath her. She gasped, feeling the opossum grip the back of her miniskirt and yank it upward before firmly tugging her panties down to her knees.

"I said I'd let you know what I want in return. Now I'm gonna show you. See me, I like plantin' my seed. Fuckin' hate condoms. And, figure I can teach ya two a lesson at the same time. Fuckin' a secretary ain't nothing, girl," Rip said. Gary struggled, trapped beneath his wife. His eyes widened as the opossum gripped the base of the condom, pulling it up and off his cock before nudging the tip of his now bare cock against her folds.

"Mmmm nnnfff nnooo nnnrrr!" the male cried out, pulling at the belt holding his wrists in place. Rip smirked as he gave a firm thrust forward. His paws both pressed onto Linda's shoulders as he spread her petals wide, stretching her pussy open before sinking into her. Instead of fighting, though, the black cat let out a more wanton moan than Gary had ever come out of her.

"Ahhhhn, oh f...fuck...." the female cried out, feeling Rip penetrate her, "Oh g...god, pl-please, you...you c-can't dooooo this...."

Rip pulled back and thrust forward again, sliding all of his thick opossum member into her, starting to fuck the once dominant cat on top of her husband, "You don't seem to be stoppin' me. Think you want a litter in you. I'm giving it to you. _That_is how you punish your husband, not having some guy fuck him when he clearly wanted it to begin with."

Linda was easily held down, the opossum's paw pressing to her shoulder blades as he drew back again, thrusting that cock back into the wife. A moan was wrung from her lips as he stretched her more than her husband ever did. Her paws went from trying to push herself up to gripping at the bed sheets. Gary couldn't do anything as the older opossum fucked his wife in front of him. Rip groaned, hips starting to smack at her ass as he drove that cock into her more roughly.

"Yeah...look how well she takes it. Like she want made for it," Rip said with a sneer, looking at Gary.

"Mmmmm! Mmm mmmmm," the male pleaded with a whimper, pulling weakly at the restraint as he shook his head, the meaning clear. He was begging the opossum not to cum in his wife..

Rip laughed, a paw coming down to sharply smack at Linda's ass, drawing a loud moan from her. Rip clearly had some experience with women as he drove his cock into her, dragging along her g-spot over and over, leaving her a moaning, babbling mess, "Oh, I'm thinkin' she wants me to. Don't you, slut?"

Linda had never felt like this before, the feel of the thick opossum cock battering her cunt over and over. Gary had felt...good, but this...she never thought her whole body could tingle while she was being pounded. She seemed to realize a little too late that Rip was speaking to her as he gripped her headfur and her head was tugged back, "Ahhhh yes! Yes, oh f-fuck, please!"

Rip's fingers cupped under Linda's chin, maneuvering her face toward the struggling Gary while he fucked her, his dick spearing her pussy roughly, causing some rather lewd wet noises to come from their union, "Open your eyes, slut, look at him while I fill you up."

Linda's cheeks blushed brightly, forcing herself to look at her husband, moaning wantonly, trying to push her hips back against him over and over. His paws firmly gripped at the feline's waist, groaning as her cunt gripped at him. Linda whimpered and moaned out, the cock grinding over her g-spot over and over.

"You're not cumming until I do. Go on...tell your bitch of a husband you want my kits in you and I'll give it to you," Rip told her. Linda was trying to keep it together, but the pleasure of Rip's cock was getting to be too much for her.

"Pl..please...oh fu..f-fuck...oh god, Ga...gary I want...i want him to cum in me, I want his kits. Oh f...fuck, please, knock me up! You can f-fuck me any time you want!" she pleaded desperately.

That's really all it took for Rip to pass the point of no return. With a bellow, his wide hips slammed forward into Linda, his cock throbbing in her cunt as he began to blow his load deep within the feline, his spunk flooding her entrance, "Oh fuuuuuck yes...there you go...uhn, god damn, bitch...how could you ever fuckin' step out on this quality pussy?"

"He...uhn....doesn't deserve it, oh my goooooood!" Linda began to say when suddenly she felt Rip's large fingers pressing to her clit, rubbing it vigorously. It was mere seconds before the female was exploding off into her own orgasm, that pussy clenching and milking the opossum cum deeper into her womb. Her toes curled tightly while her husband's wasted jizz soaked into her top. All of this time, Gary laid there, watching in shock and horror as a complete stranger bred his wife. He'd wasted all of his energy and could only lay there, watching it happen.

Rip groaned and reached down to grip into the female's headfur. With a yank and a yelp from her, he pulled her up to stand with his cock still lodged within her. His other paw gripped at her chin, firmly pulling her muzzle to the side to meet his as he kissed her roughly right in front of her husband. After breaking the kiss, he let her fall back onto her husband and grunted as he drew out of her still clenching twat.

"Fuuuuck. Now, I gotta get home. Maybe I'll drop by sometime next time I need to bust a nut in something, alright?" he said, causing Linda to yelp out as he smacked her bare ass. She was still trying to recover and could only whimper and nod her head. He reached for his leathers and started to pull them on as he looked to Gary who would glaring daggers into him, "As for you, bitch, I'd get used to being a bottom bitch. I have a feeling wifey here's going to be ruined for your little dick now."

Grabbing his t-shirt, the opossum gave one last smack to Linda's ass and left the two there to deal with whatever aftermath there would be. Not like it mattered to him all that much. Couple of wannabes. That'd teach them to go pick up strange men in gay bars to fuck their husband. He slid onto his bike and turned it on, glancing back to the house. Maybe he would drop by sometime. He tended to prefer men to women, but, eh, sometimes you just needed a pussy, you know?