[pre-story]This story's not dead! I was a little stuck trying to figure out what to work on, and I got some comments recently asking for more M/M stuff, and then I got inspired and now here we are. Convenient that the first story to go public in pride month is M/M.
Content Warnings: M/M, femboy, general gay stuff. If that's not your thing, you've been warned.
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] Anyways, I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]
The Boifriend: Chapter 2
Ben stared in awe for a moment, big, blue eyes fixed on the dark material of Leo’s boxer-briefs, and more specifically, on the enormous shape that the elastic material clung tightly to, outlining a thick shaft nearly the size of his forearm. To see it so close… It was even more impressive than he’d imagined. His hands rose up, slowly, tentatively, coming to rest on Leo’s powerful thighs, then sliding up along them until his fingertips grazed against the legs of his boxer-briefs.
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Tuesday, October 23, 2018
Happy Birthday, Ch. 9
[pre-story]Dani finally gets what she's been craving.
As always, if you like what I do, [redacted] Enjoy![/pre-story]
Happy Birthday: Chapter 9
John’s jaw fell open as he saw Aunt Christina standing nearby, his eyes wide with panic and his mouth suddenly dry. He gaped for a moment, before Abby suddenly wrapped her arms around his head and pulled his head back down, into her cleavage. “If Dani keeps sleeping in all through the summer, she’ll be in real trouble when school start again.” Abby explained, casually, a playful smile on her soft lips.
Aunt Christina shook her head, striding toward the kitchen table. “Oh, I’m not worried. She’s such a serious girl, I’m sure she’ll be fine.” She replied, every step sending her pale, lightly-freckled, watermelon-sized tits swaying and wobbling within the confines of her gauzy silk robe, threatening to bounce completely free at any second. Aunt Christina heaved a sigh as she planted one hand on the table and leaned on it, looking at the scene before her, John seated at the table, his face buried in Abby’s chest as the teenaged redhead straddled his legs, squirming on his lap, his legs vanishing beneath the tablecloth. “It’s such a shame. Dani’s such a diligent, clever, hard-working girl… If only the rest of you had turned out more like her, instead of a pack of naughty little misbehaving sluts…” She muttered with a smirk, shaking her head.
“What can I say? We learned from the best.” Abby shot back with a smirk of her own as she rolled her hips, grinding her sex against the base of her favorite cousin’s throbbing cock.
John stiffened beneath Abby, letting out a deep groan, the sound muffled by the eldest sister’s prodigious tits, as the triplets under the table took the roll of Abby’s hips as a signal to go ahead. Betty and Cherry’s tongues went to work, lavishing the steely pillar of John’s cock with long, wet licks, before reaching out to trail the tips of their tongues back down, tracing along the bulging veins along its base. Dani, meanwhile, couldn’t bring herself to move, frozen stock-still in terror, her soft lips still stretched lewdly around the fat, helmet-shaped head, hands wrapped around the midpoint of his member.
Christina arched an eyebrow at the sudden groan from her nephew, then glanced down toward the edge of the tablecloth, her smirk widening. “Ahh, I see~. So that’s where the other two went.” She commented, discussing her daughters sucking off their cousin at the breakfast table as casually as one might comment on the weather.
Abby put on a playful pout. “I’m so jealous, mommy~!” she whined, putting on a childish voice. “My little sisters snuck around behind my back and now they’re hogging Johnny’s big, fat sausage! And they won’t even share~!” she complained, pulling John’s head deeper into her cleavage, her pillowy tits squeezing around the sides of his head.
A giggle rose up from under the table as Betty and Cherry continued teasing their way down his shaft until their tongues wandered down to his sack, the twins eagerly burying their freckled faces in Johns’ fat balls, tongue-polishing the hefty spheres as they let loose a chorus of exaggerated moans and loud slurps, muffled by mouthfuls of man-meat.
Christina smirked, wryly. “You didn’t get your fill last night? You girls are so insatiable…” She chuckled, shaking her head slightly.
Abby laughed. “Oh, mommy, don’t pretend you’re not just as hungry to feel that big, fat, beefy cock sliding down your throat as we are… You only wear that robe when you’re trying to tempt John into ripping it off you and fucking your brains out~.” She shot back, licking her lips hungrily.
Christina bit her lip for a moment, bright white teeth sinking into soft, pale pink flesh. “...Well, when you say it like that, it’s certainly tempting…” She muttered, pausing for a moment. She stepped closer to John’s chair, leaning forward just enough to let her massive breasts graze against his shoulder, then balled a fist and rapped her knuckles sharply on the tabletop in front of him “You girls better hurry up down there-” She called out, then licked her lips. “- the rest of us are waiting for our turn!”
John groaned again, the sound once more muffled by Abby’s pillowy tits, and Betty and Cherry giggled. Betty pulled her head up out of John’s balls for a moment, a wicked grin on her lips as she held a finger up, gesturing Cherry to stay quiet. “You heard mom, sis- better get to work!” She called out, loud enough to be heard above the table, as she looked straight at Dani, shooting her a wink before diving back down to continue sloppily tongue-polishing John’s hefty balls.
The youngest of the four sisters had frozen like a deer in headlights at the sound of her mother’s voice. Her soft, pink lips were stretched tight around the massive, swollen tip of her cousin’s glorious cum-cannon as the head throbbed against her tongue, her cheeks hollowed, her delicate hands not quite managing to wrap completely around his steel-hard cock’s thickness as she tried not to so much as breathe, lest she be discovered. But Betty’s words stirred her from her daze. Mom thought she was still asleep upstairs. Her heart started to beat again. She could still get away with this, she could still live out her fantasy- and right under mom’s nose! She swallowed, nervously, and let out a muffled sound as she felt clear, salty precum slide down her throat. Her nipples were hard as diamond, the pink peaks of her perky b-cups pushing against the thin, white material of her tank top, as her hands began to move, slowly stroking up and down John’s fearsome shaft.
John groaned again into Abby’s cleavage, this whole situation was crazy, but then, his entire life was the sort of thing that lesser men dreamed of, who but he could honestly say they’d ever had five beautiful redheads throwing themselves at them? Who could claim they’d fucked mother and daughter one after another, who could claim sleeping with triplets, who could claim they’d ever slept with ONE woman as gloriously busty and fat-assed as the teenage slut squirming in his lap, let alone three? So… why not embrace it? He pulled his head up out of Abby’s chest, and with a hungry growl, threw an arm out, and wrapped it around Christina’s incredibly wide hips, fingers sinking deep into one of the thick, juicy globes of her ass as he gave it a possessive squeeze.
Christina gasped in surprise mixed with delight at the sudden show of force as John squeezed and kneaded her ass with one hand, and did the same with her daughter’s with the other. She bit her lip. He was only a teenager, but he grabbed her ass like he owned her, her, a mature, successful, independent woman and mother of four... and in a way, he did. Any other boy his age would get a smack across the face and a stern lecture for grabbing her ass like that, and if that boy had dared to grope her DAUGHTER the same way in her presence, she’d have broken his wrist before getting him arrested. But her nephew, this boy- no, this young man- he could do anything he wanted to her, as much is it hurt to admit it. He could grab her ass, he could grope her tits, he could bend her over and fuck her in the middle of the street, he could take anything of hers he wanted, her possessions, her body, even her daughters, and she wouldn’t offer more than a token resistance. He wasn’t even twenty yet, and already he was a true alpha male, a fucking STUD, manlier than any man she’d even known, with hundreds of notches on his bedpost, and while he still had the sweet and obliging personality he’d had growing up, there was a deep, unshakable confidence underneath it all, a certain cockiness that was growing more and more prominent with each passing year, as well as the pussy-destroying megadick to back it up. What would he be like in ten years? How many thousands of women would he conquer with that beastly, jaw-breakingly thick cock? How many would he breed with that potent Best family seed? She didn’t know, and she didn’t really care- not as long as he continued to pound that massive fucking cock into her on regular basis, at least- but still, the very idea left her thighs soaked with glistening nectar.
Dani’s head bobbed in time with her hands, lips popping back and forth over the flared ridge of John’s cockhead, stretched tight like a rubber band, her tongue squirming against the cum-slit as the throbbing shaft spat one dollop after another onto the pink muscle, drowning her taste buds in the thick, musky flavor of his seed. Her eyelids fluttered as she unthinkingly let out a moan around the bulbous knob, her hands still pumping up and down his vein-marbled length, squeezing as tight as they could, desperately milking his monstrous member. With each throb that stretched her lips, she grew more and more passionate, driven on by the knowledge that each pulse brought her reward closer and closer, brought John closer and closer to the edge. Soon, she had thrown caution to the wind, moaning whorishly as she twisted her head side to side as she continued to bob, spiraling up and down over the few inches she managed to fit into her mouth, tongue flicking over the cum-slit at the tip each time she pulled back.
All the While, Betty and Cherry continued to slavishly worship John’s fat, cum-heavy balls, talented tongues roaming over every inch of his hefty, orange-sized balls, rolling them around until every last inch glistened with a sheen of saliva. Time and time again, the sisters pushed forward, one, then the other, burying their faces in his sack as they hungrily stretched their soft lips around his swollen spheres. Their cheeks hollowed as they struggled in vain to engulf the oversized orbs, moaning and slurping messily as they sucked and kissed at them, drowning themselves in his salty, musky balls until they had to pull back to gasp for air, faces smeared with their own spit in a nasty show of devotion to the twin globes that produced the seemingly endless cum they so desperately craved.
John growled with pleasure, the sound rumbling up from deep in his chest. He was overwhelmed, by the sensations and by the situation around him. While Dani had a lot to learn when it come to sucking cock, she more than made up for it with passion and eagerness, and that wasn’t taking into account the knowledge that his cute little cousin was not only sucking his cock, but had dreamed about sucking his cock for years! Just imagining her innocent face with her soft lips stretched wide around his cock… Meanwhile, Betty and Cherry needed no instruction when it came to servicing his sack, the two threw themselves into the task with such incredible intensity and hunger. Then there was Abby, the busty beauty grinding her dooling pussy against his shaft as she writhed in his lap like a stripper, her massive breasts pressed against his broad chest, hard nipples poking him, clearly emphasizing her arousal. And then there was Aunt Christina, the mother of all four, with her fat, juicy ass and tits like watermelons, half-busting out of the thin material of her loosely-tied robe, still ignorant that her youngest daughter was just under the table and out of sight, that she was just as much of a cum-hungry cock addict as the rest of the family.
John’s grip on the girl’s asses tightened, fingers sinking deeper into the pale, pillowy flesh as he grit his teeth and let out a strained groan. The monstrous shaft between his legs suddenly throbbed violently, bucking with such force that it pulled itself from Dani’s lips with a pop, swiftly followed by a whimper of excitement as she realized what was coming. Betty and Cherry were in the middle of double-teaming one heavy ball, moaning and giggling playfully as they rolled it back and forth between them with their tongues, when his sack began to tighten, the sisters following along as their treat pulled up tight against the base of his shaft. Abby let out a gasp of surprise as the beast throbbed against her slit.
“Ohh, fuck, you’re cumming! Do it! Cum all over her! Cover her!” Abby moaned, grinding her drooling slit against his vein-marbled shaft, at least, as much as she could, with him still squeezing her ass tight.
“Please…” Dani moaned, without thinking, as she struggled to lever the steel-hard shaft down and aim it at herself.
“Hurry and cum-” Christina urged, only to cut off mid-sentence, brow suddenly furrowing “-wait, Dani?” She muttered, confused.
It was too late, John didn’t even hear them, drowning Christina’s question out with a deep, primal growl that rose out of his core as the dam inside him crumbled, unleashing a massive wave of pleasure that surged through him. It engulfed him completely, crashing through his mind and sweeping away all trace of thoughts, flooding his body and drowned his every nerve in pleasure. His shaft lurched again and again in Dani’s grip as she squirmed in heady anticipation, her thighs rubbing together to try and soothe the burning hunger between them. She didn’t have long to wait. The finger-thick tube running along the underside of his shaft bulged as white-hot seed boiled up from his core, coursing up the length of his member, she could feel the raw force behind it against her thumbs as it rocketed toward the swollen head. Dani’s eyes were wide and staring, entranced by the smooth, helmet-shaped head like a snake by a flute, watching fixated as the slit at its tip opened, just a little.
The first shot fired from the tip of John’s cock like the blast of a fire hose, a finger-thick stream of pearly white cum that struck Dani right on the bridge of the nose. It hit with surprising force, her head was forced back, it felt like she’d been hit by a water balloon to the face, and much like a water balloon, the moment it struck, it splattered in every direction. She cried out in surprise, squeezing her eyes shut just in time to avoid getting it in them, but found her eyelids glued shut by a thick, sticky layer of hot, creamy goo. It wasn’t just her eyes though, she could feel it all over her face, and the thick, musky odor filled her nose when she tried to breathe… She couldn’t see, she could only feel it, coating her skin, hot and thick, covering her, sticking to her, staining her, marking her as a nasty little cum-slut, his little cum-slut…
Dani’s mouth opened to let out a moan, only to have her cry suddenly cut off as John’s cock fired again, the second blast of cum just as copious and forceful as the first, it struck the edge of her upper lip, splattering up and into her nose, coating her lips and pouring into her open mouth. She choked as the sudden mouthful of cum caught her by surprise, her cousin’s molten seed making her taste buds light up with the salty, musky flavor of pure manliness, and struggled to suck a breath in through her nose, only to find the thick, sticky cream had filled her nose as well. She couldn’t breathe. She was drowning. Drowning in cum. Drowning in John’s thick, hot, potent, salty, delicious, creamy cum-
Dani stiffened suddenly, shaking violently as an orgasm struck her like a fist to the gut, raw pleasure suddenly exploding in her core, a violent ecstasy ripping through her, overloading her mind and body with sensation. Her muscles locked up, pulling tight as she shook in the grip of her climax, her arms curling slightly, unintentionally aiming the throbbing, bucking cum-cannon down further and further as it continued to fire, spurts of cum coating her chin, her neck, and finally her chest, blasting her thin tank top with thick ropes of cum until it was completely soaked through, clinging to her perky breasts. All throughout, Dani was lost and shuddering with pleasure, her senses smothered by a thick layer of potent seed… all except touch. She could feel each time his cock throbbed in her hands, feel each shot that splattered against her skin, feel him paint her entire front half pearly white, and each hot, wet, forceful impact against her skin sent another shockwave of pleasure rippling through her.
Dani’s lungs were starting to burn by the time John’s balls were finally empty, and as those last drops of cum dripped onto her thighs, Dani suddenly slumped, letting go of John’s cock as her arms went limp, like a puppet with its strings cut. There was a moment of near silence, John quietly panting for breath after unleashing that massive load, and then, a quiet gulp, followed by a desperate gasp. Dani shot back up, face coated in a thick mask of john’s thick, creamy cum, her now-empty mouth open wide, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Slowly, her hands came up, roaming to her chest, squishing into the cum-soaked material of her tank top and giving a ragged moan as she rubbed it against her skin, feeling the warm, wet material drag over her rock-hard nipples.
Christina stared at her youngest daughter as she soaked in John’s cum and bit her lip, torn. On one hand, she knew she should be angry. She’d been very clear, Dani was too young, even if only by a couple weeks, and both she and John had disobeyed her. The triplets, she didn’t mind seeing like this, they reminded her so much of herself, with bodies made for sex, bodies that craved it, but Dani… she couldn’t help but think of her as an innocent little girl. And yet, here she was, completely soaked in John’s cum and obviously loving every second of it, just like her sisters did… just like she did. A shiver ran down her spine. He’d turned her little girl into another little slut eager to serve his fat, teenage cock, just like he’d made the rest of his daughters into his fucktoys, just like he’d turned her into the kind of woman who would get wet at the thought of her own daughters worshipping his fat, throbbing fucktool… Just like he turned every woman he met into a drooling, whimpering, cock-hungry bitch. Deep down, she’d always known this would happen someday, that Dani would join his ever-growing harem. It was just… inevitable.
Christina tongue peeked out, subconsciously licking all around her full, pink lips. “...I hope you saved some for the rest of us.” She finally muttered as she crawled beneath the table, toward her still-moaning daughter.
As always, if you like what I do, [redacted] Enjoy![/pre-story]
Happy Birthday: Chapter 9
John’s jaw fell open as he saw Aunt Christina standing nearby, his eyes wide with panic and his mouth suddenly dry. He gaped for a moment, before Abby suddenly wrapped her arms around his head and pulled his head back down, into her cleavage. “If Dani keeps sleeping in all through the summer, she’ll be in real trouble when school start again.” Abby explained, casually, a playful smile on her soft lips.
Aunt Christina shook her head, striding toward the kitchen table. “Oh, I’m not worried. She’s such a serious girl, I’m sure she’ll be fine.” She replied, every step sending her pale, lightly-freckled, watermelon-sized tits swaying and wobbling within the confines of her gauzy silk robe, threatening to bounce completely free at any second. Aunt Christina heaved a sigh as she planted one hand on the table and leaned on it, looking at the scene before her, John seated at the table, his face buried in Abby’s chest as the teenaged redhead straddled his legs, squirming on his lap, his legs vanishing beneath the tablecloth. “It’s such a shame. Dani’s such a diligent, clever, hard-working girl… If only the rest of you had turned out more like her, instead of a pack of naughty little misbehaving sluts…” She muttered with a smirk, shaking her head.
“What can I say? We learned from the best.” Abby shot back with a smirk of her own as she rolled her hips, grinding her sex against the base of her favorite cousin’s throbbing cock.
John stiffened beneath Abby, letting out a deep groan, the sound muffled by the eldest sister’s prodigious tits, as the triplets under the table took the roll of Abby’s hips as a signal to go ahead. Betty and Cherry’s tongues went to work, lavishing the steely pillar of John’s cock with long, wet licks, before reaching out to trail the tips of their tongues back down, tracing along the bulging veins along its base. Dani, meanwhile, couldn’t bring herself to move, frozen stock-still in terror, her soft lips still stretched lewdly around the fat, helmet-shaped head, hands wrapped around the midpoint of his member.
Christina arched an eyebrow at the sudden groan from her nephew, then glanced down toward the edge of the tablecloth, her smirk widening. “Ahh, I see~. So that’s where the other two went.” She commented, discussing her daughters sucking off their cousin at the breakfast table as casually as one might comment on the weather.
Abby put on a playful pout. “I’m so jealous, mommy~!” she whined, putting on a childish voice. “My little sisters snuck around behind my back and now they’re hogging Johnny’s big, fat sausage! And they won’t even share~!” she complained, pulling John’s head deeper into her cleavage, her pillowy tits squeezing around the sides of his head.
A giggle rose up from under the table as Betty and Cherry continued teasing their way down his shaft until their tongues wandered down to his sack, the twins eagerly burying their freckled faces in Johns’ fat balls, tongue-polishing the hefty spheres as they let loose a chorus of exaggerated moans and loud slurps, muffled by mouthfuls of man-meat.
Christina smirked, wryly. “You didn’t get your fill last night? You girls are so insatiable…” She chuckled, shaking her head slightly.
Abby laughed. “Oh, mommy, don’t pretend you’re not just as hungry to feel that big, fat, beefy cock sliding down your throat as we are… You only wear that robe when you’re trying to tempt John into ripping it off you and fucking your brains out~.” She shot back, licking her lips hungrily.
Christina bit her lip for a moment, bright white teeth sinking into soft, pale pink flesh. “...Well, when you say it like that, it’s certainly tempting…” She muttered, pausing for a moment. She stepped closer to John’s chair, leaning forward just enough to let her massive breasts graze against his shoulder, then balled a fist and rapped her knuckles sharply on the tabletop in front of him “You girls better hurry up down there-” She called out, then licked her lips. “- the rest of us are waiting for our turn!”
John groaned again, the sound once more muffled by Abby’s pillowy tits, and Betty and Cherry giggled. Betty pulled her head up out of John’s balls for a moment, a wicked grin on her lips as she held a finger up, gesturing Cherry to stay quiet. “You heard mom, sis- better get to work!” She called out, loud enough to be heard above the table, as she looked straight at Dani, shooting her a wink before diving back down to continue sloppily tongue-polishing John’s hefty balls.
The youngest of the four sisters had frozen like a deer in headlights at the sound of her mother’s voice. Her soft, pink lips were stretched tight around the massive, swollen tip of her cousin’s glorious cum-cannon as the head throbbed against her tongue, her cheeks hollowed, her delicate hands not quite managing to wrap completely around his steel-hard cock’s thickness as she tried not to so much as breathe, lest she be discovered. But Betty’s words stirred her from her daze. Mom thought she was still asleep upstairs. Her heart started to beat again. She could still get away with this, she could still live out her fantasy- and right under mom’s nose! She swallowed, nervously, and let out a muffled sound as she felt clear, salty precum slide down her throat. Her nipples were hard as diamond, the pink peaks of her perky b-cups pushing against the thin, white material of her tank top, as her hands began to move, slowly stroking up and down John’s fearsome shaft.
John groaned again into Abby’s cleavage, this whole situation was crazy, but then, his entire life was the sort of thing that lesser men dreamed of, who but he could honestly say they’d ever had five beautiful redheads throwing themselves at them? Who could claim they’d fucked mother and daughter one after another, who could claim sleeping with triplets, who could claim they’d ever slept with ONE woman as gloriously busty and fat-assed as the teenage slut squirming in his lap, let alone three? So… why not embrace it? He pulled his head up out of Abby’s chest, and with a hungry growl, threw an arm out, and wrapped it around Christina’s incredibly wide hips, fingers sinking deep into one of the thick, juicy globes of her ass as he gave it a possessive squeeze.
Christina gasped in surprise mixed with delight at the sudden show of force as John squeezed and kneaded her ass with one hand, and did the same with her daughter’s with the other. She bit her lip. He was only a teenager, but he grabbed her ass like he owned her, her, a mature, successful, independent woman and mother of four... and in a way, he did. Any other boy his age would get a smack across the face and a stern lecture for grabbing her ass like that, and if that boy had dared to grope her DAUGHTER the same way in her presence, she’d have broken his wrist before getting him arrested. But her nephew, this boy- no, this young man- he could do anything he wanted to her, as much is it hurt to admit it. He could grab her ass, he could grope her tits, he could bend her over and fuck her in the middle of the street, he could take anything of hers he wanted, her possessions, her body, even her daughters, and she wouldn’t offer more than a token resistance. He wasn’t even twenty yet, and already he was a true alpha male, a fucking STUD, manlier than any man she’d even known, with hundreds of notches on his bedpost, and while he still had the sweet and obliging personality he’d had growing up, there was a deep, unshakable confidence underneath it all, a certain cockiness that was growing more and more prominent with each passing year, as well as the pussy-destroying megadick to back it up. What would he be like in ten years? How many thousands of women would he conquer with that beastly, jaw-breakingly thick cock? How many would he breed with that potent Best family seed? She didn’t know, and she didn’t really care- not as long as he continued to pound that massive fucking cock into her on regular basis, at least- but still, the very idea left her thighs soaked with glistening nectar.
Dani’s head bobbed in time with her hands, lips popping back and forth over the flared ridge of John’s cockhead, stretched tight like a rubber band, her tongue squirming against the cum-slit as the throbbing shaft spat one dollop after another onto the pink muscle, drowning her taste buds in the thick, musky flavor of his seed. Her eyelids fluttered as she unthinkingly let out a moan around the bulbous knob, her hands still pumping up and down his vein-marbled length, squeezing as tight as they could, desperately milking his monstrous member. With each throb that stretched her lips, she grew more and more passionate, driven on by the knowledge that each pulse brought her reward closer and closer, brought John closer and closer to the edge. Soon, she had thrown caution to the wind, moaning whorishly as she twisted her head side to side as she continued to bob, spiraling up and down over the few inches she managed to fit into her mouth, tongue flicking over the cum-slit at the tip each time she pulled back.
All the While, Betty and Cherry continued to slavishly worship John’s fat, cum-heavy balls, talented tongues roaming over every inch of his hefty, orange-sized balls, rolling them around until every last inch glistened with a sheen of saliva. Time and time again, the sisters pushed forward, one, then the other, burying their faces in his sack as they hungrily stretched their soft lips around his swollen spheres. Their cheeks hollowed as they struggled in vain to engulf the oversized orbs, moaning and slurping messily as they sucked and kissed at them, drowning themselves in his salty, musky balls until they had to pull back to gasp for air, faces smeared with their own spit in a nasty show of devotion to the twin globes that produced the seemingly endless cum they so desperately craved.
John growled with pleasure, the sound rumbling up from deep in his chest. He was overwhelmed, by the sensations and by the situation around him. While Dani had a lot to learn when it come to sucking cock, she more than made up for it with passion and eagerness, and that wasn’t taking into account the knowledge that his cute little cousin was not only sucking his cock, but had dreamed about sucking his cock for years! Just imagining her innocent face with her soft lips stretched wide around his cock… Meanwhile, Betty and Cherry needed no instruction when it came to servicing his sack, the two threw themselves into the task with such incredible intensity and hunger. Then there was Abby, the busty beauty grinding her dooling pussy against his shaft as she writhed in his lap like a stripper, her massive breasts pressed against his broad chest, hard nipples poking him, clearly emphasizing her arousal. And then there was Aunt Christina, the mother of all four, with her fat, juicy ass and tits like watermelons, half-busting out of the thin material of her loosely-tied robe, still ignorant that her youngest daughter was just under the table and out of sight, that she was just as much of a cum-hungry cock addict as the rest of the family.
John’s grip on the girl’s asses tightened, fingers sinking deeper into the pale, pillowy flesh as he grit his teeth and let out a strained groan. The monstrous shaft between his legs suddenly throbbed violently, bucking with such force that it pulled itself from Dani’s lips with a pop, swiftly followed by a whimper of excitement as she realized what was coming. Betty and Cherry were in the middle of double-teaming one heavy ball, moaning and giggling playfully as they rolled it back and forth between them with their tongues, when his sack began to tighten, the sisters following along as their treat pulled up tight against the base of his shaft. Abby let out a gasp of surprise as the beast throbbed against her slit.
“Ohh, fuck, you’re cumming! Do it! Cum all over her! Cover her!” Abby moaned, grinding her drooling slit against his vein-marbled shaft, at least, as much as she could, with him still squeezing her ass tight.
“Please…” Dani moaned, without thinking, as she struggled to lever the steel-hard shaft down and aim it at herself.
“Hurry and cum-” Christina urged, only to cut off mid-sentence, brow suddenly furrowing “-wait, Dani?” She muttered, confused.
It was too late, John didn’t even hear them, drowning Christina’s question out with a deep, primal growl that rose out of his core as the dam inside him crumbled, unleashing a massive wave of pleasure that surged through him. It engulfed him completely, crashing through his mind and sweeping away all trace of thoughts, flooding his body and drowned his every nerve in pleasure. His shaft lurched again and again in Dani’s grip as she squirmed in heady anticipation, her thighs rubbing together to try and soothe the burning hunger between them. She didn’t have long to wait. The finger-thick tube running along the underside of his shaft bulged as white-hot seed boiled up from his core, coursing up the length of his member, she could feel the raw force behind it against her thumbs as it rocketed toward the swollen head. Dani’s eyes were wide and staring, entranced by the smooth, helmet-shaped head like a snake by a flute, watching fixated as the slit at its tip opened, just a little.
The first shot fired from the tip of John’s cock like the blast of a fire hose, a finger-thick stream of pearly white cum that struck Dani right on the bridge of the nose. It hit with surprising force, her head was forced back, it felt like she’d been hit by a water balloon to the face, and much like a water balloon, the moment it struck, it splattered in every direction. She cried out in surprise, squeezing her eyes shut just in time to avoid getting it in them, but found her eyelids glued shut by a thick, sticky layer of hot, creamy goo. It wasn’t just her eyes though, she could feel it all over her face, and the thick, musky odor filled her nose when she tried to breathe… She couldn’t see, she could only feel it, coating her skin, hot and thick, covering her, sticking to her, staining her, marking her as a nasty little cum-slut, his little cum-slut…
Dani’s mouth opened to let out a moan, only to have her cry suddenly cut off as John’s cock fired again, the second blast of cum just as copious and forceful as the first, it struck the edge of her upper lip, splattering up and into her nose, coating her lips and pouring into her open mouth. She choked as the sudden mouthful of cum caught her by surprise, her cousin’s molten seed making her taste buds light up with the salty, musky flavor of pure manliness, and struggled to suck a breath in through her nose, only to find the thick, sticky cream had filled her nose as well. She couldn’t breathe. She was drowning. Drowning in cum. Drowning in John’s thick, hot, potent, salty, delicious, creamy cum-
Dani stiffened suddenly, shaking violently as an orgasm struck her like a fist to the gut, raw pleasure suddenly exploding in her core, a violent ecstasy ripping through her, overloading her mind and body with sensation. Her muscles locked up, pulling tight as she shook in the grip of her climax, her arms curling slightly, unintentionally aiming the throbbing, bucking cum-cannon down further and further as it continued to fire, spurts of cum coating her chin, her neck, and finally her chest, blasting her thin tank top with thick ropes of cum until it was completely soaked through, clinging to her perky breasts. All throughout, Dani was lost and shuddering with pleasure, her senses smothered by a thick layer of potent seed… all except touch. She could feel each time his cock throbbed in her hands, feel each shot that splattered against her skin, feel him paint her entire front half pearly white, and each hot, wet, forceful impact against her skin sent another shockwave of pleasure rippling through her.
Dani’s lungs were starting to burn by the time John’s balls were finally empty, and as those last drops of cum dripped onto her thighs, Dani suddenly slumped, letting go of John’s cock as her arms went limp, like a puppet with its strings cut. There was a moment of near silence, John quietly panting for breath after unleashing that massive load, and then, a quiet gulp, followed by a desperate gasp. Dani shot back up, face coated in a thick mask of john’s thick, creamy cum, her now-empty mouth open wide, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Slowly, her hands came up, roaming to her chest, squishing into the cum-soaked material of her tank top and giving a ragged moan as she rubbed it against her skin, feeling the warm, wet material drag over her rock-hard nipples.
Christina stared at her youngest daughter as she soaked in John’s cum and bit her lip, torn. On one hand, she knew she should be angry. She’d been very clear, Dani was too young, even if only by a couple weeks, and both she and John had disobeyed her. The triplets, she didn’t mind seeing like this, they reminded her so much of herself, with bodies made for sex, bodies that craved it, but Dani… she couldn’t help but think of her as an innocent little girl. And yet, here she was, completely soaked in John’s cum and obviously loving every second of it, just like her sisters did… just like she did. A shiver ran down her spine. He’d turned her little girl into another little slut eager to serve his fat, teenage cock, just like he’d made the rest of his daughters into his fucktoys, just like he’d turned her into the kind of woman who would get wet at the thought of her own daughters worshipping his fat, throbbing fucktool… Just like he turned every woman he met into a drooling, whimpering, cock-hungry bitch. Deep down, she’d always known this would happen someday, that Dani would join his ever-growing harem. It was just… inevitable.
Christina tongue peeked out, subconsciously licking all around her full, pink lips. “...I hope you saved some for the rest of us.” She finally muttered as she crawled beneath the table, toward her still-moaning daughter.
Tuesday, May 8, 2018
Happy Birthday: Ch. 8
[pre-story]I know the last chapter left you hungry for more, so I hope this makes up for it!
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
Happy Birthday: Chapter 8
“Wait, fuck, Dani?” John called out, hoping to hear her answer from another room, even as he felt a pair of extremely slender, delicate hands tentatively grasp the girth of his rapidly-hardening teenage cock. He’d felt the triplet’s hands on his shaft countless times before, they could hardly keep their hands off it, even in public, and these were not theirs. Still, some part of his mind hoped he was wrong, that Betty and Cherry had just reached back a bit to give him some extra stiluation. But his fears were confirmed when he felt a pair of incredibly soft lips press against his swelling crown, a gentle peck contrasted to the hungry tongue-kisses the elder sisters were lavishing on his churning, cum-heavy balls. “Fuuuuck…” John groaned, letting his head fall back, hitting Abby’s chest between her enormous, freckled tits. “Aunt Christy’s gonna fucking kill me…” He lamented as his cock pulsed, swelling and pressing against those delicate lips.
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
Happy Birthday: Chapter 8
“Wait, fuck, Dani?” John called out, hoping to hear her answer from another room, even as he felt a pair of extremely slender, delicate hands tentatively grasp the girth of his rapidly-hardening teenage cock. He’d felt the triplet’s hands on his shaft countless times before, they could hardly keep their hands off it, even in public, and these were not theirs. Still, some part of his mind hoped he was wrong, that Betty and Cherry had just reached back a bit to give him some extra stiluation. But his fears were confirmed when he felt a pair of incredibly soft lips press against his swelling crown, a gentle peck contrasted to the hungry tongue-kisses the elder sisters were lavishing on his churning, cum-heavy balls. “Fuuuuck…” John groaned, letting his head fall back, hitting Abby’s chest between her enormous, freckled tits. “Aunt Christy’s gonna fucking kill me…” He lamented as his cock pulsed, swelling and pressing against those delicate lips.
Saturday, April 14, 2018
Happy Birthday: Ch. 7
[pre-story]More Happy Birthday! Not much to say about this one, not a lot of sex, but some, and things are gonna heat up fast after this! I hope you all enjoy!
As always, [redacted][/pre-story]
Happy Birthday: Chapter 7
John stirred, eyes squeezing shut against the morning light filtering into the room. Instinctively, he brought his arm up to cover his eyes, or rather, he tried to, but found it weighed down, pinned beneath something heavy and… soft. He lifted his head and cracked his eyelids open just a tiny bit to investigate. At the sight of Aunt christina’s glorious body laying on his arm, the muscular limb buried between her enormous tits, her arms wrapped possessively around it as she slept, the events of the prior night flooded back to him. Images of fucking one curvy redhead after another flashed in his mind, of four freckle-faced beauties worshipping his shaft with lips, tongues, and hands, of massive, milky melons wrapping around his shaft, smothering his face, squishing against each other as mother kissed daughter and sisters kissed sisters and he kissed them all in the throes of passion. The monster between his thighs stirred, and he heard a small, satisfied purr from below, glancing down to see one of the triplets had fallen asleep with her head rested on his shaft, and as it swelled beneath her, she nuzzled her cheek against it like an affectionate cat.
As always, [redacted][/pre-story]
Happy Birthday: Chapter 7
John stirred, eyes squeezing shut against the morning light filtering into the room. Instinctively, he brought his arm up to cover his eyes, or rather, he tried to, but found it weighed down, pinned beneath something heavy and… soft. He lifted his head and cracked his eyelids open just a tiny bit to investigate. At the sight of Aunt christina’s glorious body laying on his arm, the muscular limb buried between her enormous tits, her arms wrapped possessively around it as she slept, the events of the prior night flooded back to him. Images of fucking one curvy redhead after another flashed in his mind, of four freckle-faced beauties worshipping his shaft with lips, tongues, and hands, of massive, milky melons wrapping around his shaft, smothering his face, squishing against each other as mother kissed daughter and sisters kissed sisters and he kissed them all in the throes of passion. The monster between his thighs stirred, and he heard a small, satisfied purr from below, glancing down to see one of the triplets had fallen asleep with her head rested on his shaft, and as it swelled beneath her, she nuzzled her cheek against it like an affectionate cat.
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
Bibiana's Bargain: P.2
[pre-story]Finally getting around to make some progress on that long, long-overdue commission from the eternally patient Onikumomaru. Bibiana finally gets to work serving her new mistress!
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
Bibiana's Bargain, Part 2
The demoness raised a violet hand in a graceful gesture, fingers curling in a fluid come hither motion. “Come closer, my little priestess. Let me get a closer look at my new servant.” She purred, her voice rich and sweet, but with a hint of danger behind it, like the bait for a trap.
“Oui, mistress.” Bibiana murmured obediently straightened up and strode forward obediently, her eyes downcast, careful not to meet her new mistress’ red-glowing eyes, though the hot crimson light that poured from them wasn’t on her face… It roamed down her green-skinned body like a searchlight, lingering on her heavy, milk-laden breasts, her forest green nipples stiffening under the warmth of the demoness’ gaze. It slid down over her soft midsection to the explosive swell of her meaty hips and thick thighs as they rolled and jiggled uncontrollably with each step, on the small, neatly-trimmed patch of thick, dark hair between her juicy thighs that sat above her smooth-shaven nether-lips like a sign, inviting one in for a closer look. Bibiana stopped two paces away from the demoness, folding her hands in front of her, head lowered slightly, demurely waiting for her next order as she had done so often through her life.
“Don’t look at the ground, look at me.” The demoness chided, and Bibiana raised her head, a vague look of confusion on her face as she met her mistress’ burning gaze. The light made her eyes water a little. “I am not your owner, you are not my pet, you are my priestess and I am your goddess. You do not merely serve me, you worship me. I demand your attention, your adoration, your service, at all times.” She explained, her voice firm and commanding, and yet still rich and sweet. “You should not wait passively for my orders, you should actively be seeking to please and praise me. You understand?” She asked, arching a narrow black eyebrow.
Bibana nodded, swallowing somewhat nervously, her eyes watering more and more intensely. “O-Oui, mistress.” She replied, giving a short, apologetic bow, breaking eye contact to blink away the tears filling her eyes. She couldn’t hold eye contact for very long, but she was still supposed to be looking at her… Bibiana raised her eyes, and swallowed as she took in the sight of her mistresses’ body once again, this time, from much closer. Behind the broken horns rising from her forehead, the violet-skinned demoness’ dark hair was short and spiked up, like tongues of black flame. Her features were beautiful and regal, undeniably feminine and proud. Her body was graceful and impossibly slim, with a waspish waist, but perfectly toned, with a sharply-defined eight-back, not an ounce of fat to be found, except where it counted. Her chest heaved with each breath, each enormous mound easily the size of the mistress’ head and softly wobbling the way only natural breasts could, but they sat high and proud on her narrow chest, casually defying gravity’s pull. Her hips flared out like a shelf, round, yet tight, with soft thighs that were somehow still slender enough to leave room between them for the monster that thrust toward the goblin like a weapon.
It was an intimidating shaft to be certain, longer than the small woman’s forearm and wider than her fist, hard as steel and eternally ready to violate any hole presented before it. The upper side was covered in rubbery, thornlike nubs that would surely tug and tease at every nerve and fold of flesh inside, while the fat cum-tube running along the underside was studded with a dozen gleaming steel barbells spaced along its length. The head tapered to a point, and the ridge bore a frill of backward-facing points that pulsed in time with the throbbing of her shaft, making Bibiana shudder, though out of fear or anticipation, she couldn’t be certain. And below the demonic pillar sat the biggest, fattest, heaviest balls Bibiana has ever seen. They looked like a pair of apples, hanging low in the demoness’ smooth violet sack, and they swayed with every tiny motion of their owner’s body, swaying hypnotically as they sloshed with untold gallons of demonic cum. They were practically obscene! Bibiana had never paid too much attention to her partner’s balls before, but she couldn’t stop staring at those gleaming, weighty spheres as they hung between the demoness’ divine thighs, like ripe mangoes, heavy with sweet nectar. She hadn’t noticed before, but there was a scent, too, a salty, musky odor that filled her nose more intensely with each breath…
Bibiana blinked as she felt something hot and heavy rest on her head and something small and hard press into her forehead. She looked up, and felt the demoness’ monstrously lewd cock fall onto her face, resting heavily across her features, completely covering one eye. Her mouth fell open in surprise, her full, red-stained lips pressed against the underside of the pulsing violet shaft, her mouth watering. She… she hadn’t even realized she was walking forward. Her uncovered eye finally focused, only to see the demoness gazing down at her, a smirk quirking the corner of her elegant black lips as she looked down through the valley between her gravity-defying tits. “You see, now you’re doing it.” She purred.
She was. It was automatic, subconscious, before she even realized she was doing it, her tongue had snaked out between her plush lips and flicked, tentatively, at one of the steel barbells that ran the length of her mistress’ demonic cock. It only barely grazed the violet flesh, but the taste exploded across her tongue, it was salty, musky, and hot, spicy, even, it made the tip of her tongue tingle and burn, but it made her immediately want nothing more than to flatten her entire tongue against the pulsing shaft and give the beast a long, loving lick. Which she did. Her small hands came up, trembling slightly as they gripped the beastly cock on either side, fingers sliding between rubbery nubs on the top as she licked the fat violet shaft again. Every breath filled her lungs with that intoxicating, enchanting scent, and her tongue burned deliciously as it squirmed against the cum-channel, weaving around the gleaming, silvery steel piercings as she dragged the wet pink muscle up the full length of the beast, flicking over the tip as she reached the end.
Bibana moaned weakly as she pulled her lips from the shaft, it was delicious, but she needed more, she needed more of this taste, this scent, she needed to lose herself in it, to drown in the mind-numbing essence of her mistress’ potency… Her eyes locked onto the enormous, swaying cum-canisters between her legs, and she dove forward, burying her face in the demoness’ fat, swollen ballsack. The goblin’s eyelids fluttered and she let out a muffled moan, her red lips parting only to be filled with violet ball-flesh. She pursed her lips and sucked, pulling the loose skin between her lips, rolling her tongue over every wrinkle and fold, the burning, tingling sensations spreading all around the inside of her mouth as she sucked and moaned, her nose entirely buried in the source of the heady musk. The action pulled the hanging sack tight, heaving those enormous balls up until they rested directly on her pillowy-soft, magically-enhanced lips.
If there was one things goblins were known for, besides breeding like rabbits, it was big mouths. Bibiana’s lips parted as the heavy, cum-filled nuts rested on her lips, her jaws opening wider and wider. Her hands moved from her mistress’s fat pillar of a cock to the hefty spheres in front of her, cradling and kneading at the demon’s purple nuts, each one of them easily big enough for two hands. Bibiana moaned again, the sound muffled by the twin globes on her lips and the mouthful of sack already inside her mouth. She felt her jaw pop, and she pulled at the fat orbs in both hands, cramming them into her hungry mouth, her plush, crimson lips stretched into a thin line as the enormous balls popped between them, one, then the other, the demoness’ full package bulging out the little green milf’s cheeks more than she’d thought possible. Her eyes watered with effort and her throat spasmed, her overstuffed cheeks trying to force some of the massive mouthful down into her belly, glistening strands of saliva running from the corners of her mouth as she looked up at her mistress with a look that mixed managed to mix pride and lust as it wordlessly pleaded for the demon’s approval.
The demon smiled, her long snake like tongue slithering out from between her black lips, swirling around them hungrily as she took in the sight of the mature little goblin slut struggling not to choke on her massive nuts, half her little green face hidden beneath her mistress’ violet cock. Purple hands drifted down, to gently alight upon the little goblin’s head, stroking and caressing. One hand cradled one of the goblin’s overstuffed cheeks in its palm, thumb wiping away the tears building up in her eye, while the other slid its fingers through Bibiana’s hair, long, sharp nails grazing her scalp as the demoness stroked her head. “Good~, good~...” She purred, petting the goblin like she might stroke a well-behaved pet. Bibiana felt almost like she should feel insulted, belittled by the gesture, but instead, an overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment filled her heart, and with it came a wave of pleasure so strong it made her womanhood twitch and drool and her eyelids flutter. She’d pleased her mistress! A moan tried to rise from her throat, unbidden, but all she managed to go was make a choked gargling noise around the oversized mouthful of demonic nuts.
The demoness’ hands shifted until they suddenly gripped the sides of Bibiana’s head firmly, claw like nails grazing over the back of her skull as her fingers wove into her hair. Bibiana blinked, rising out of the daze from the demoness’ praise, just in time to feel the violet-skinned woman pull her head backward, slowly pulling her off her ballsack. Bibiana whined in protest, feeling inches of sweaty, delicious ball-meat pull past her stretched lips, until only the twin spheres remained inside, the fat orbs tugging at her lips, too big to pull out easily. Bibana didn’t want to let go, she wanted more! Why was her mistress pulling her away, wasn’t she doing a good job? She tightened her lips as much as she could and moaned in protest, lavishing the swollen spheres with licks and sucks, savoring the musky, salty, spicy flavor, trying to convince the mistress to let her keep working. The mistress bit her lip and let out a soft purr, but her arms still flexed, and the goblin was no match for her mistress’ strength. Rather than one at a time, as they’d entered, the two apple-sized orbs exited the goblin’s mouth side-by side, her magically enhanced lips stretching painfully for just a moment as they popped free. A splattering of spit followed them, the fat cum-factories gleaming as they fell back into place, thoroughly polished to a shine by Bibiana’s tongue, her saliva still dripping off the pendulous balls.
The demoness smirked down at the goblin milf, at her dazed, disappointed, and longing expression, her tongue still reaching out for her mistress’ balls. One hand gripped a handful of the goblin’s hair to hold her in place while the other slid down to her chin and angled it up, letting her weighty demonic shaft slap down onto her pretty green face once more, landing on her outstretched tongue. “An excellent start, my little priestess.” The demoness purred, rolling her hips to saw her steel-studded shaft across the goblin’s features as her tongue eagerly went to work, licking, lapping, and flicking side-to-side. “However, I do so dislike this dark, musty dungeon.” She sighed, looking around at the dark stone walls, before looking back to Bibiana, a sharp-toothed smile spreading across her black lips. “Take me to your former master’s bedroom, so that I may break in your new bed properly.” She commanded.
Bibiana’s core tightened with eager anticipation of what would surely be a night to remember. “Oui, Mistress!” She chirped, brightly. Her passive, servile attitude and hesitation were gone, replaced by an eager, almost desperate desire to please her new mistress.
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
Bibiana's Bargain, Part 2
The demoness raised a violet hand in a graceful gesture, fingers curling in a fluid come hither motion. “Come closer, my little priestess. Let me get a closer look at my new servant.” She purred, her voice rich and sweet, but with a hint of danger behind it, like the bait for a trap.
“Oui, mistress.” Bibiana murmured obediently straightened up and strode forward obediently, her eyes downcast, careful not to meet her new mistress’ red-glowing eyes, though the hot crimson light that poured from them wasn’t on her face… It roamed down her green-skinned body like a searchlight, lingering on her heavy, milk-laden breasts, her forest green nipples stiffening under the warmth of the demoness’ gaze. It slid down over her soft midsection to the explosive swell of her meaty hips and thick thighs as they rolled and jiggled uncontrollably with each step, on the small, neatly-trimmed patch of thick, dark hair between her juicy thighs that sat above her smooth-shaven nether-lips like a sign, inviting one in for a closer look. Bibiana stopped two paces away from the demoness, folding her hands in front of her, head lowered slightly, demurely waiting for her next order as she had done so often through her life.
“Don’t look at the ground, look at me.” The demoness chided, and Bibiana raised her head, a vague look of confusion on her face as she met her mistress’ burning gaze. The light made her eyes water a little. “I am not your owner, you are not my pet, you are my priestess and I am your goddess. You do not merely serve me, you worship me. I demand your attention, your adoration, your service, at all times.” She explained, her voice firm and commanding, and yet still rich and sweet. “You should not wait passively for my orders, you should actively be seeking to please and praise me. You understand?” She asked, arching a narrow black eyebrow.
Bibana nodded, swallowing somewhat nervously, her eyes watering more and more intensely. “O-Oui, mistress.” She replied, giving a short, apologetic bow, breaking eye contact to blink away the tears filling her eyes. She couldn’t hold eye contact for very long, but she was still supposed to be looking at her… Bibiana raised her eyes, and swallowed as she took in the sight of her mistresses’ body once again, this time, from much closer. Behind the broken horns rising from her forehead, the violet-skinned demoness’ dark hair was short and spiked up, like tongues of black flame. Her features were beautiful and regal, undeniably feminine and proud. Her body was graceful and impossibly slim, with a waspish waist, but perfectly toned, with a sharply-defined eight-back, not an ounce of fat to be found, except where it counted. Her chest heaved with each breath, each enormous mound easily the size of the mistress’ head and softly wobbling the way only natural breasts could, but they sat high and proud on her narrow chest, casually defying gravity’s pull. Her hips flared out like a shelf, round, yet tight, with soft thighs that were somehow still slender enough to leave room between them for the monster that thrust toward the goblin like a weapon.
It was an intimidating shaft to be certain, longer than the small woman’s forearm and wider than her fist, hard as steel and eternally ready to violate any hole presented before it. The upper side was covered in rubbery, thornlike nubs that would surely tug and tease at every nerve and fold of flesh inside, while the fat cum-tube running along the underside was studded with a dozen gleaming steel barbells spaced along its length. The head tapered to a point, and the ridge bore a frill of backward-facing points that pulsed in time with the throbbing of her shaft, making Bibiana shudder, though out of fear or anticipation, she couldn’t be certain. And below the demonic pillar sat the biggest, fattest, heaviest balls Bibiana has ever seen. They looked like a pair of apples, hanging low in the demoness’ smooth violet sack, and they swayed with every tiny motion of their owner’s body, swaying hypnotically as they sloshed with untold gallons of demonic cum. They were practically obscene! Bibiana had never paid too much attention to her partner’s balls before, but she couldn’t stop staring at those gleaming, weighty spheres as they hung between the demoness’ divine thighs, like ripe mangoes, heavy with sweet nectar. She hadn’t noticed before, but there was a scent, too, a salty, musky odor that filled her nose more intensely with each breath…
Bibiana blinked as she felt something hot and heavy rest on her head and something small and hard press into her forehead. She looked up, and felt the demoness’ monstrously lewd cock fall onto her face, resting heavily across her features, completely covering one eye. Her mouth fell open in surprise, her full, red-stained lips pressed against the underside of the pulsing violet shaft, her mouth watering. She… she hadn’t even realized she was walking forward. Her uncovered eye finally focused, only to see the demoness gazing down at her, a smirk quirking the corner of her elegant black lips as she looked down through the valley between her gravity-defying tits. “You see, now you’re doing it.” She purred.
She was. It was automatic, subconscious, before she even realized she was doing it, her tongue had snaked out between her plush lips and flicked, tentatively, at one of the steel barbells that ran the length of her mistress’ demonic cock. It only barely grazed the violet flesh, but the taste exploded across her tongue, it was salty, musky, and hot, spicy, even, it made the tip of her tongue tingle and burn, but it made her immediately want nothing more than to flatten her entire tongue against the pulsing shaft and give the beast a long, loving lick. Which she did. Her small hands came up, trembling slightly as they gripped the beastly cock on either side, fingers sliding between rubbery nubs on the top as she licked the fat violet shaft again. Every breath filled her lungs with that intoxicating, enchanting scent, and her tongue burned deliciously as it squirmed against the cum-channel, weaving around the gleaming, silvery steel piercings as she dragged the wet pink muscle up the full length of the beast, flicking over the tip as she reached the end.
Bibana moaned weakly as she pulled her lips from the shaft, it was delicious, but she needed more, she needed more of this taste, this scent, she needed to lose herself in it, to drown in the mind-numbing essence of her mistress’ potency… Her eyes locked onto the enormous, swaying cum-canisters between her legs, and she dove forward, burying her face in the demoness’ fat, swollen ballsack. The goblin’s eyelids fluttered and she let out a muffled moan, her red lips parting only to be filled with violet ball-flesh. She pursed her lips and sucked, pulling the loose skin between her lips, rolling her tongue over every wrinkle and fold, the burning, tingling sensations spreading all around the inside of her mouth as she sucked and moaned, her nose entirely buried in the source of the heady musk. The action pulled the hanging sack tight, heaving those enormous balls up until they rested directly on her pillowy-soft, magically-enhanced lips.
If there was one things goblins were known for, besides breeding like rabbits, it was big mouths. Bibiana’s lips parted as the heavy, cum-filled nuts rested on her lips, her jaws opening wider and wider. Her hands moved from her mistress’s fat pillar of a cock to the hefty spheres in front of her, cradling and kneading at the demon’s purple nuts, each one of them easily big enough for two hands. Bibiana moaned again, the sound muffled by the twin globes on her lips and the mouthful of sack already inside her mouth. She felt her jaw pop, and she pulled at the fat orbs in both hands, cramming them into her hungry mouth, her plush, crimson lips stretched into a thin line as the enormous balls popped between them, one, then the other, the demoness’ full package bulging out the little green milf’s cheeks more than she’d thought possible. Her eyes watered with effort and her throat spasmed, her overstuffed cheeks trying to force some of the massive mouthful down into her belly, glistening strands of saliva running from the corners of her mouth as she looked up at her mistress with a look that mixed managed to mix pride and lust as it wordlessly pleaded for the demon’s approval.
The demon smiled, her long snake like tongue slithering out from between her black lips, swirling around them hungrily as she took in the sight of the mature little goblin slut struggling not to choke on her massive nuts, half her little green face hidden beneath her mistress’ violet cock. Purple hands drifted down, to gently alight upon the little goblin’s head, stroking and caressing. One hand cradled one of the goblin’s overstuffed cheeks in its palm, thumb wiping away the tears building up in her eye, while the other slid its fingers through Bibiana’s hair, long, sharp nails grazing her scalp as the demoness stroked her head. “Good~, good~...” She purred, petting the goblin like she might stroke a well-behaved pet. Bibiana felt almost like she should feel insulted, belittled by the gesture, but instead, an overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment filled her heart, and with it came a wave of pleasure so strong it made her womanhood twitch and drool and her eyelids flutter. She’d pleased her mistress! A moan tried to rise from her throat, unbidden, but all she managed to go was make a choked gargling noise around the oversized mouthful of demonic nuts.
The demoness’ hands shifted until they suddenly gripped the sides of Bibiana’s head firmly, claw like nails grazing over the back of her skull as her fingers wove into her hair. Bibiana blinked, rising out of the daze from the demoness’ praise, just in time to feel the violet-skinned woman pull her head backward, slowly pulling her off her ballsack. Bibiana whined in protest, feeling inches of sweaty, delicious ball-meat pull past her stretched lips, until only the twin spheres remained inside, the fat orbs tugging at her lips, too big to pull out easily. Bibana didn’t want to let go, she wanted more! Why was her mistress pulling her away, wasn’t she doing a good job? She tightened her lips as much as she could and moaned in protest, lavishing the swollen spheres with licks and sucks, savoring the musky, salty, spicy flavor, trying to convince the mistress to let her keep working. The mistress bit her lip and let out a soft purr, but her arms still flexed, and the goblin was no match for her mistress’ strength. Rather than one at a time, as they’d entered, the two apple-sized orbs exited the goblin’s mouth side-by side, her magically enhanced lips stretching painfully for just a moment as they popped free. A splattering of spit followed them, the fat cum-factories gleaming as they fell back into place, thoroughly polished to a shine by Bibiana’s tongue, her saliva still dripping off the pendulous balls.
The demoness smirked down at the goblin milf, at her dazed, disappointed, and longing expression, her tongue still reaching out for her mistress’ balls. One hand gripped a handful of the goblin’s hair to hold her in place while the other slid down to her chin and angled it up, letting her weighty demonic shaft slap down onto her pretty green face once more, landing on her outstretched tongue. “An excellent start, my little priestess.” The demoness purred, rolling her hips to saw her steel-studded shaft across the goblin’s features as her tongue eagerly went to work, licking, lapping, and flicking side-to-side. “However, I do so dislike this dark, musty dungeon.” She sighed, looking around at the dark stone walls, before looking back to Bibiana, a sharp-toothed smile spreading across her black lips. “Take me to your former master’s bedroom, so that I may break in your new bed properly.” She commanded.
Bibiana’s core tightened with eager anticipation of what would surely be a night to remember. “Oui, Mistress!” She chirped, brightly. Her passive, servile attitude and hesitation were gone, replaced by an eager, almost desperate desire to please her new mistress.
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