Poison lay on the bright red sheets of the queen sized bed which barely fit inside the bedroom of her metro city apartment. The walls were decorated with posters of 80s rock bands and a record player on a nearby dresser played Alice Cooper’s Poison. Her clothes lay discarded in a heap by the side of a bed. Her toned, athletic body was completely naked save her red high heels which dug into the sheets as she spread her legs wide. Her wet tongue licks her soft lips erotically as she arches her back, pushing out her chest and swaying her perfectly round D-cup breast implants from side to side teasingly.

Her nipples were hard from arousal, as was the throbbing seven inch cock between her legs. Her smooth testicles were tight and tingled with delight as she rubbed her black riding crop against them. Above her pretty cock was a wild patch of soft pink pubic hair that matched the gorgeous locks flowing from her head. Her asshole puckers as she looks up at the naked giant Hugo looming over her, her heart racing with anticipation. The 8ft tall 400 pound grappler’s body rippled with bulging muscles, including a foot long cock which he stroked as he looked down at the lovely shemale.

“Come and get me tiger…” Poison coos as she rubs the riding crop in slow circles around her asshole. She then tosses it aside as Hugo leans in towards her. Hugo reaches down and, with his right hand, graps her breast and squeezes roughly. Poison responds with a muffled moan of pleasure as he presses his lips to hers. The two suck slowly and passionately on each other’s lips and Hugo pushes his thick cock up against Poison’s smaller dick.

The two gyrate their hips as the hard muscles grind up and down against each other. Their testicles roll over each other as well, sending tingles down their spines. Poison’s toes clench and unclench as she throws her arms over Hugo’s shoulders and pulls him up against her. Her soft breasts press up against his muscular pectorals and they could feel each other’s hearbeat. Poison digs in her nails and begins scratching Hugo’s back in slow, wide circles as Hugo’s hands slide down her back to take a firm grasp of her round, shapely ass.
The two continue to rub their cocks as their faces flush with lust and their tongues roll over each other lovingly. “Poison…” Hugo grunts as they part for breath, enthralled by his lover’s beauty. Poison then replies with a naughty gleam in her eyes “Don’t you think it’s time we get lubed up?” With that, Hugo climbs up onto the bed as they enter a 69 position. Hugo immediately buries his face in Poison’s hairy bush, twisting the pink curls around his tongue.

He then cups her warm cock and balls in his hand as he gently moves them aside. Kissing along the insides of her thigh, he works his way to her asshole. His tongue then runs along the rim of her hole, loosening her up until he could snake his way inside. Poison’s cute, clean little anus sucks against his thick tongue as it slides in and out of her. “Mhmmm! Fuck yes! Poison cries out in delight as she slaps his thick cock against her cheeks.

She then presses her lips against the head of his cock and slides it into her mouth along her tongue. Slowly, and with practiced skill, she inches it towards the back of her throat. Her cheeks suck hard against the side of his girth as his balls slap against her chin. Poison’s head then begins bobbing slowly up and down rhythmically as he fucks her throat. One would think his great size would cause her to gag, but this was hardly the first time the two had shared such passions.

With his free hand, Hugo gives Poison’s ass a few rough smacks and with the other he squeezes her balls and strokes her shaft. Poison eventually allows Hugo’s now wet cock to slide from her mouth and coils her tongue against its underside. Lathering him up, her mouth slides down to his balls, which she takes into her mouth. Poison sucks hard against his cum engorged balls as they bulge against her cheeks. Hugo’s hand then slides up from her ass to her pubes, which he runs his fingers through and tugs playfully.

His tongue parting from her ass, Hugo gives it a parting kiss as he groans “Come on Poison, climb on before I explode.” At this, Poison pops his balls from her mouth and looks back over her shoulder at him with a wink as she replies “No cumming until I do, got it?” Hugo then rolls off of Poison and onto his back as she stands up and stretches, gripping her cock in one hand and her breast in the other. Poison then walks over and squats over him as he reaches up and grabs her by the waist. As he lowers her down her hand leaves her breast to guide his cock into her asshole.
As the thick tip presses against her, Poison’s eyes widen and her hole body shudders as waves of pleasure course through her. Her asshole then caves in as his cock plunges deep into her, slamming hard against her prostate. Poison’s anal passages suck tightly against him as his girth stretches her out. Her balls stick against his now wet sack as she leans back against him. Her soft, luscious hair felt amazing against his chest and stomach as he wrapped his arms around her.

With one hand, Hugo fondles her breast as he reaches down to stroke her cock with the other in synch with his thrusts. Poison leans her head back as he leans down to violently make out with her. The thrusts then begin to build in intensity as their balls audibly slap against each other. Her supple ass ripples as his thighs slap against it, his scratchy black pubes tickling her. As their lips part for breath, Poison half-gasps, half-screams in ecstasy.

Her breasts bounce in a blur of motion as he reaches down to beat off her cock with both hands. His thrusts had soon reached a jackhammer pace. Poison closes her eyes and yells“AAH AAAAHH FUCK YESSS! FUCK MY ASS BABY! FUCK MY HOT TRANNY ASS!” “ At this, Hugo grunts “Ugh!!…ugh!! Your ass is MINE!”

It wasn’t long before hot, sticky pre-cum began to ooze from Poison’s cock, lubing up her shaft and allowing Hugo to stroke her all the faster. Finally, she couldn’t control herself and shot a huge load against his palms. “HAH!” Hugo laughed “Looks like I made you cum first!” “Ah…Ahh…”Poison pants “Shut up and shoot your load in my face!” With that, she pulls herself, trembling, off Hugo’s cock, her asshole gaped wide.

Licking her cum from his palms, Hugo pushes his cock between Poison’s tits. Poison pushes them hard against the sides of his dick as he roughly works his way to climax. With a mighty bellow, Hugo releases a torrent of cum, splattering against Poison’s tongue as she opens her mouth to catch it. A few more jets of the steaming liquid then splash against her chin, dripping down onto her breasts. Falling onto her back, Poison laps up his cum from her face, wiping her tits with her fingers and then sucking them clean and swallowing.

Their chests rising and falling fast as their hearts race, Hugo pulls Poison close up alongside him and begins rubbing her ass. She rests her cheek against his chest, drawing circles with her index finger against his abs. The two soon drift off to sleep, their lust quenched, at least for a few hours. Hugo didn’t mind that his girlfriend had a cock, not when she knew how to please his so well. To him, Poison was truly the best of both worlds.

- Hugo

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It was another wild night for Kate, having fun at an underground bar full of hot chicks. A few more drinks and it wasn’t long before she became ditzy. That’s when the coolest idea popped in her rain. She needed another tattoo but it had to be in a special place. All her friends would be so jealous to see her throbbing member decorated with one. The rest of the girls went wild, cheering and drinking and laughing, watching Kate taking off her leather pants to reveal a thick penis hanging between her legs, ready to get some action.

However, as soon as the artist grabbed her, she immediately began to stiffen, until her swolen member stood up like a pole.

“Ah, shit… I hate working with erections, such a pain in the ass…” moaned the artist. “Calm down, I need to stretch your soft skin so I can work properly…”

Kate kept mumbling and drinking. “Iiish…yyyyyour fault….. ffffucking…. tit-cow…. I *burp* keep looking at those huge tits of yours and I can’t help it… *bleh* you must give a hell of a titty-ffffffuck….”

“Oh, you love my tits, don’t you? You’re such a slut, with that cock of yours, sticking it to my face, talking about tit-fucks…! You want me to tit-fuck you, you drunk whore?”

And as she said that, the girl grabbed Kate’s shaft firmly in her palm and started stroking it. A lot of pecum that begun flowing out of her urethra was used as a lubricant, making easier for her hand to move around the swollen penis. Kate kept moaning and begging for the girl to let her use her tits and burry her cock between them, but the artist kept her on the chair.

“You’re gonna relax now and be a good girl. Once we finish with that tattoo… maybe I’ll let you.”

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“Oh shhhhhiiiit!!! Mmmmfff=ffffuck meeee…!!!” Kate shouted as the artist squeezed her throbbing cock which begun convulsing and twitching around, trying to escape her tight grip. Out of her swollen and wet cum-slit, a thick rope of white cream was ejected, relieving Kate’s tension.

“Look at you go, girl!” The tattoo artist shouted. “Wow, you ‘re a real slut, you came like a fountain. Did it feel good, emptying your balls in front of everyone? You drunk tit-addict!”
Kate was speechless, just breathing heavily, looking at the ceiling, half-dazed while the last drops of her gooey sperm began dripping from her bulbous tip. Her veiny meat pole slowly became flaccid.

Though admittedly it was very hard to keep it this way, thinking of this pair of huge boobs hanging in front of her, eagerly waiting for some good meat and sauce to create the ultimate tit-sandwich.

“Just you wait” Kate thought to herself. ” I am gonna unload all my love in those big milk tumors soon, you cow!!!”

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The Phantom Futa vs Mey Mey

Story by Rexxon
Art by Evulchibi

The underworld of Freedom City is thrown into chaos by the sudden appearance of what seems to be a new vigilante in town. A redheaded woman, clad in a heavy black trenchcoat has been tearing up seedy bars, drug labs and gang turf and leaving behind bruised and bloodied crooks in her wake. Soon a name begins circulating amongst the criminal element of the city, whispered in fearful tones: The Red Viper.

The rumors eventually reach the ear of the Phantom Futa and hoping to find a potential ally in the battle against crime, she sets out to find this mysterious new hero. After a few nights of searching, she manages to catch up with the Red Viper as the latter finishes beating down yet another pack of thugs.

As she observes the fighting she notes that the Red Viper’s signature trenchcoat is practically her only article of clothing. Underneath the coat the redhead’s full, firm breasts, toned figure and sleek curves are completely bared. But more interesting to the Phantom Futa is the thick, fleshy shaft of a cock slapping between the Viper’s legs.

Intrigued that she might have found another person like herself, the Phantom Futa approaches with cautious optimism, introducing herself and offering a handshake. The Red Viper smiles and extends her hand in turn.

Then there is a flash of steel and the Phantom Futa barely manages to backpedal away as a knife carves through the space she was just standing. The Red Viper’s smile turns into a predatory leer as she thumbs a control on the knife’s handle. A low hum fills the air and the blade suddenly crackles with tiny sparks of electricity.

The Phantom Futa instinctively takes to the air, trying to gain the advantage of height and distance. But she is startled to see the Red Viper crouch low to the ground and then leap, not fly, but actually leap eight feet up and tackle her back onto the concrete sidewalk.

As the two tumble apart, the Red Viper quickly rights herself and dashes forward, her electrified knife moving so swiftly it leaves ghostly arcs of light behind. The Phantom Futa dodges as best she can but on one close call the edge of the knife just grazes against her skin of her forearm. Yet the Phantom Futa still feels a jolt of pain, followed soon after by a tingling numbness spreading across her skin.

The numbness soon covers her entire arm and slowed by the dead weight of her paralyzed limb, she is only barely able to dodge the next flurry of cuts. Another graze, this time along her leg, slows her down even more. Each near-miss leads to another near-miss and soon the Phantom’s entire body is unresponsive, muscles spasming awkwardly from the repeated electric shocks.

Down to her last reserves, the Phantom Futa prepares to fire a point-blank energy blast despite the fact it will likely kill her quarry. Before she can, the Red Viper barrels forward and drives a fist into her gut, the superhuman blow winding the heroine despite her enhanced durability. Not giving the heroine a second to recover, the Viper lifts her up and brutally slams her into the hood of a parked car.

The Viper then clips something around the dazed heroine’s wrists and it takes her brain a few moments to recognize it as a pair of nullifier cuffs used to restrain superpowered criminals. Stripped of her powers, the Phantom Futa is left helpless as the Red Viper raises her strange, electrified knife for the killing blow. But it never comes. Instead the blade is embedded into the twisted hood of the car and catches the chain of the cuffs, sending bolts of electricity arcing into the Phantom’s body.

The Red Viper’s predatory smile returns and she tears apart the Phantom Futa’s costume until her holes and cock are left exposed. With one hand she begins to stroke the Phantom Futa’s cock to full erection while the other hand hauls the Phantom Futa closer by her leg. The redhead’s own cock, already hard from all the excitement, roughly pushes into the Phantom’s pussy. The Phantom can do little more than give an open-mouthed gasp as she is forced to take the Viper’s thick meat down to the hilt. Once again, without giving her prey any chance to regain her senses, the Viper roughly pulls out before slamming her entire length back in. Over and over she repeats her steady pounding, each impact sending the Phantom Futa’s body shuddering.

The jolting pain of being electrocuted and the pleasure of the Red Viper’s expert ministrations rapidly overwhelm the Phantom Futa, leaving her gasping and moaning lewdly until inevitably, shamefully, she comes in a shower of white cum.

The Phantom Futa awakens just before dawn, still reeking of sweat and sex. There is no sign of the nullifier cuffs, the strange knife or the woman who wielded both with ruthless effectiveness.

No further appearances of the new vigilante are reported and the whole incident is soon forgotten by the rest of the city, leaving only the Phantom Futa to wonder about the identity and motive of the Red Viper.

- Rexxon

Art by Evulchibi ~ Hentai Foundry
Mey Mey aka The Red Viper belongs to Amaterasu ~ Hentai Foundry

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Katarina Du Couteau was a very proud woman. And as a very proud woman she did not appreciate being bested by what she considered a wild animal. The last thing she remembered saying before her Nexus was destroyed, therefore, was not exactly a surprise. ‘Fuck you, you upstart fox bitch. You’re nothing but a wild animal!’. As Ahri walked toward her with a slightly malevolent look on her face, Katarina thought that maybe that wasn’t the best thing she could have said.

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No, Katarina thought, that was definitely not the best thing I could have said. She wasn’t sure where she was. In a hut of some kind, but there are an almost innumerable amount of huts in the world, so that didn’t help too much. Her hands were cuffed in front of her, though, and it seemed very breezy. She looked down and saw to her disgust that she was wearing her ‘Kitty Cat’ clothing. A giggle and a smooth voice said ‘Well, how nice of you to join the ranks of the awake. It’s almost three hours past noon.’ Ahri paused for a moment to see if Katarina would reply, but she only spat in Ahri’s face. ‘I was going to remark about you being a… tame animal,’ Ahri said as she looked slowly over Katarina’s figure and current ‘outfit’, ‘but it seems you might be just as ‘wild’ as I am,’ she giggled softly.

Katarina spat again. ‘Where are we? And why am I wearing these ridiculous clothes? I hate these clothes,’ she said through gritted teeth.

‘We are here,’ Ahri replied airily, ‘and because I think they suit you. I even added your little make-up whisker things. They’re not as good as mine, not being real and all, but I thought you should have the full ensemble.’

Katarina spat again. ‘Where are we?’ she asked again.

‘Oh, fine. Your spitting is getting annoying,’ she made a face. ‘It’s a small town on the outskirts of the Demacian border. It’s not too small enough to escape the notice of Noxus or Demacia, and it’s often involved in skirmishes and raids on both sides. I’d say almost all of the residents of this town harbour some hate towards Noxus. I’d imagine they’d harbour even more hate towards the famed Katarina Du Couteau.’

Ahri suppressed one of the giggles that came so easily to her at the look on Katarina’s face. Katarina was a very skilled combatant, Ahri admitted to herself, but even a very skilled combatant sometimes has difficulty fighting when they are handcuffed and facing off against dozens of opponents. ‘Oh, don’t worry, we’ll be leaving-”-Where?’ Katarina asked sharply.’-soon,’ Ahri finished. ‘Where? Well that’s a hard question to answer. Let’s just say I’m going somewhere, and you’re going somewhere… slightly lower,’ she giggled to herself. ‘Let’s get started.’

She stood up abruptly and Katarina was jerked roughly forward, not anticipating the leash that Ahri had attached to her handcuffs. As Ahri walked to the door, Katarina asked her politely, hoping that she could perhaps appeal to her by being less… herself, ‘Why are you doing this, Ahri? This is against the rules of the League.’

Ahri simply smiled to herself as she continued toward the door and opened it, sunlight pouring into the room. ‘You’ll see soon enough, little Kitty Cat. Oh, before we leave…’ she bent and started attaching padded shackles to Katarina’s ankles,’ they have a bit of slack so you can walk comfortably, but I wouldn’t try running in them.’ Ahri then removed Kat’s leash and reattached it to her collar. ‘And don’t worry about the rules of the League. I’ve found a way around that,’ she stuck out her tongue.

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Story by Monsinne ~ Hentai Foundry

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The clock says that it is 18.50hrs so I go outside to go to the hotel where Felicia is staying which is only a short walk from my home. People look funny at me because of apparent happiness but I do not really care what they think. I arrive at the hotel and walk towards the girl behind the front desk to tell her that I am Marcella Highthorn to meet up with Felicia de la Try Ellis. The receptionist check her name and calls to the room of Felicia, she gets back to me after the call and tells me that I can g to room number three. She gives me the directions and I follow those as I walk towards Felicia’s room. When I try to knock on the door, it opens immediately and I hear sugary voice tell me to come further in the room.

Her room has almost all the light of except for a few candles on the desk at the foot end of the bed. The silvery bed curtains are closed at the moment but I can hear that someone is in it. Suddenly two chubby arms grab me from behind the curtains and pull me on the bed. “Don’t tease so much by keeping me waiting kerido” Felicia says who is wearing red silk lingerie which compliments her figure quite well. Hungrily she looks at me and starts to take of my clothes barely containing herself from ripping them. “These breasts are to die for” she tells me and I tell her that hers are not that bad either. When she gets to my panties she sees my cock in by stocking and she is no longer able to contain herself anymore as she starts licking my cock while it is still in my stocking.

The thing I feared for some time happens now when my schlong is getting hard and tears through my stocking barely missing Felicia’s face. “You really have a good penis kerido” Felicia says smiling at me. She licks along my shaft and gets to the tip which she puts in that hungry mouth of her. Her thick lips wrap themselves around my sausage and she hungrily starts sucking me of, sometimes mixed with her licking my dick with just her tongue. Remembering last time quickly gets my meat shaft throbbing again. Her lovingly licking and sucking me is getting me to an orgasm as I fill her lovely thick mouth with my hot semen. It is just too much for her to swallow and keep in her mouth as cum drips from her mouth on her chest.

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Here’s something fun I need your help with- Maxbass is writing a story where his character Marcella can’t decide if she should dress up as Poison or The Phantom Futa. Right now he is taking votes on his Hentai Foundry page so I need everyone to CLICK HERE and leave a comment saying that you want to see her as The Phantom Futa.

Voting ends Saturday at Midnight. The excerpt above is from that story, so even if you don’t get a chance to comment you should at least give it a read (but please do vote for our girl). Thanks!

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Story by Maxbass ~ Hentai Foundry
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“Unf! Unnnf! Nnnnf! Nnnnnnnnnn…!”

Gypsy could barely hear the other woman’s grunts over her own desperate moaning, the dickgirl on top of her was relentless and almost as insatiable as the dark elf was. What had started off as the end of a vacation trying to sneak in a tan before winter; became the loud oily flesh slapping ravaging that the woman known as Meyumi was doling out.

Not that the redheaded elf minded in the least, their breasts colliding with each thrust up in to her vaginal canal and the sticky lewd reports of Mey-Mey’s cum being forced out for lack of space to occupy inside.

Gypsy had given up hope the woman atop her would wear a condom, apparently the sight of the dark elf wearing her national flag bikini spread eagle; glimmering as every inch of her skin was covered in tan oil and laying on the blanket was too much. Before she knew it, the tattooed four eyed woman was upon her.

Having lost count of how many orgasms she had, she guessed it was somewhere in the double digits by now. How many Meyumi had was a toss up, the copious amount of cum she produced made it impossible to tell.

Finally with one last thrust and a finishing cry from Gypsy as she finished her last peak simultaneously; Mey-Mey hung her head and came to a halt. The dark elf opened her eyes, blinking a few times to clear blurry vision while her toes tingled numb with delight,

“Oooooh… Mmmmmm… done are we?” Came her voice, a bit shaky and short of breath but her down under accent was unmistakably clear.

“Ooof… I… I think so…”

“Good, get off’a me, you’re blockin’ me sun.”

So this is what happens when you commission me to draw Gypsy, a sexy and sultry dark elf redhead; with an equally sexy and sultry dickgirl OC. Lots of frustration on my part as this pic held my up quite a bit (I had to take the week to get over the melt down frustration from it) but overall I’d say a pretty killer piece of work and a sexy story to go with. Overall, really fun project, I look forward to working with Mey Mey in the future. Trying to talk her in to some sort of canon between her and Gypsy.

- Villainous Muse

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Gypsy belongs to Villainous Muse

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The cash register rang and Charlie picked up the black plastic bag full of vibrators, dildos and other toys. She’d wanted some new training aids for Courtney’s “education”, and this store had a fantastic selection. As she approached the door, it opened, and she came face-to-face with another woman, a beautiful strawberry-blonde with sky-blue eyes and a fantastic figure clad in stylish black clothes, her breasts pushed into a pleasing cleavage in a leather corset. She looked a little flushed, as if embarrassed.

“Oh!” the woman exclaimed, moving aside. “Uh, please, go ahead.” The aisle was a little cramped, making navigation difficult. As Charlie squeezed past, she breathed in, and immediately felt a surge of lust. It was an animalistic odour, sexy and primal. A gasp escaped her lips.

Marcella thought she’d just edge past the sexy mature businesswoman. She was aching for sex and thought she might find some fap material here at the store, or maybe give in and try one of the glory holes… but when she met eyes with Charlie, she couldn’t help but feel a swelling attraction to her. Marcella heard the other woman suck in air as she passed.

“Hm, I don’t normally do this,” Charlie said, trying to keep her voice from betraying her excitement. “But would you like to have dinner with me?” Just being close to the girl was sending pulsing waves of arousal from Charlie’s brain to her cock. Just something about that smell…!

“I, uh, well, yes!” Marcella said with suprise, her impulse overriding her judgement. “That would be wonderful.” Her heart pounded. She was already horny, but being this close to a woman as hot as Charlie was making her juices run hot.

“Good,” Charlie purred, placing her hand on Marcella’s arm. “My name is Charlie.” She couldn’t explain her sudden desire for this woman, nor did she want to. Charlie merely wanted her. A stocking-clad leg brushed Marcella’s bare thigh, and it was her turn to gasp. It came perilously close to grazing her swelling cock under her skirt.

“Marcella,” the amber-haired beauty blurted. “Nice to meet you.”

“Pleasure,” Charlie said, the word laden with meaning. “Do you mind if we ride together? My place is a bit of a drive.”

“Oh, I didn’t bring a car,” Marcella shook her head as they exited.

“Quite all right,” Charlie smiled, tapping her cellphone and lifting it to her ear. “Courtney? Set out another place for dinner.” Her hand closed over Marcella’s.

They lasted until the elevator ride.

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- Mercury

Art by Dmitrys ~ Website
Story by Mercury ~ FurAffinity

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The soft glow of the moon dances upon my skin, caressing the skin’s smoothness and along with every bump and crevice made by the newly formed muscles of my body. Without a doubt it is clear that I am now a lot stronger than before and with a body like this you’d be foolish to think otherwise. But puberty was hardly finished, it had only just begun its magical work!

I groaned softly in a yawn as I rolled to the side, not from any discomfort, but from the slight tingles of pleasure that traced its way up and down my body like a gentle caress from a finger. My breasts swelled out slowly but surely, with every breath I took, they pushed out a little further, a little fuller and a little heavier but puberty still wasn’t done.

My shaft was next, taking the attention of puberty as it slowly lengthens and thickens up, as blood slowly flows into my enhanced malehood, slowly waking it from its slumber, the orbs between my legs slowly warming up with their much improved capacity and virility, precum drooling from my cock’s tip in a constant trickle…

- Mizuki Nagano

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Story by Mizuki Nagano ~ Hentai Foundry

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Denrin could feel the succubus’ cock thrust inside her again. It was just such an unspeakably pleasurable feeling each time it filled her pussy, the tiny little knobs on top of it making it feel as if made specifically to rub against the most sensitive areas of the soft, spongy pink flesh inside her as she bounced up and down in the demon’s lap. Her mind had tried, ever since she saw this woman called Azari, changed shape in front of her into a demon looking succubus to understand how it had come to this.

Denrin had approached a pretty woman, like she often did when she wanted to see if she could make someone a convert; a true believer in God through sexual pleasure, and this one had looked so promising to her. But, now, as she felt the demon’s cock inside her it was she that felt a pleasure she had never had before.

“Ahhh…fffff… N-no… I’m already… ahnnn… again…”

Azari was squeezing Denrin’s breasts, her hand reaching around from behind and fondling the large, pillowy tits that swayed up and and down for each thrust of her succubus femcock, and the other slipping around the priestess’ hips and grabbing hold of her cock. Denrin groaned with pleasure as Azari’s hand jerked her femcock. She didn’t know if it was some kind of magic or if it really was like that, but the palm of the succubus’ hand felt so warm as it wrapped itself around her hard member and tugged on it.

“Mnnnnhh… Cum for me… Show me another orgasm, priestess…”

Denrin couldn’t hold it in any longer and a few quick bursts of creamy white cum shot out of her cock as she heard Azari’s tongue speak so seductively behind her. She was out of count for how many times she had cum now, but it was at least five or six, and each time felt just so much more intense than the last. As the climax washed over her her cock remained hard as rock, the warmth of Azari’s hand making sure she just couldn’t go limp. With a hazy mind Denrin could only think the reason this was happening was that God was testing her, testing her to see how many climaxes she could get and each one bringing her closer to Him.

“Haah…hhhaa… I… haah… want more, demon… Hnnahh… Bring me closer to God…”

Azari laughed at how ridiculous the priestess’ reasoning was, but she was a succubus; a pleasure demon, and to have someone beg her for more sexual fulfilment was something she was more than happy to oblige. With a fling of her tail she made the tip of it flick against Denrin’s clit, to yet another gasping moan from the priestess, and then the succubus’ hips started moving again, thrusting her demon femcock in and out of Denrin’s pussy again. She could go for hours more just on the sexual energy alone from each orgasm the priestess had.

- Kadaju

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Story by Kadaju ~ Hentai Foundry

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Story and art by BOLD la GOLD ~ Hentai Foundry

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Kelly was invited by her distantly related aunt Sally who runs a special Femdom Futa Webcam service. Sally dominates and plays with spicy Futas. The actors can behave naturally because one could not see the webcams.

1.
Kelly don´t know why she was invited, but her aunt told her to wait in one of her Aunt’s guestrooms and was very pleasantly surprised to see a picture of her favorite Futa Porn actress Billy.

She switched on the TV and even more pleasantly surprised to see this little spicy Futa brat naked ass get fucked.

2.
Very soon her meaty member is getting bigger and bigger

3.
She is squeezing her crotch without really thinking about it with more and more intensity – she couldn´t help her dick is now in control and she like it.

4.
She feels the intoxicating urge in her crotch – she couldn´t help it she has to release her dick from this know painfully tightness in her pants.

1.
Kelly´s dick become even harder and bigger once it is release from it´s fabric cage `What a relief!´she thinks. She begins immediately to stroke first the throbbing tip of her cock

2.
The feeling is overwhelming and intoxicating – she stroke her cock from the tip to the shaft and back – she becomes even hornier by doing so

3.
Her stroke moves become wilder and wilder and faster and faster – she is feeling how the cum is building up in her balls – this wonderful fullness that makes her crazy she suck on her finger wishing it would be Billy´s sweet cock – ohh how she would fuck her this horny futa brat

4.
And then she feels that she is about to blow out a huge stream of semen – she stops stroking – holding her shaft with her fist very tight – the first flow of her exquisite cock juice comes out of her helmet

​5.
She knows she can´t hold it for much longer but she still let the pre cum flow without stroking – she wants to relish this wonderful and make you maddening moment before the cum blast, before the orgasms give her the relief her cock demanded so fiercely

And then it CUMMMMSSS – fast and hard – a sensation that comes from the tip of her cock rushing thru her body

She shoots her cum like crazy – she couldn´t control it and she don´t want to…

Her Orgasm swept away any other thought, there is only this pulsating and throbbing semen shooting meet – wave after wave coming from the tip of her cock going through her body – she is trembling in excitement – she is screaming and she is sweating…

This feels like she is in den middle of satisfaction it self…

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Kate yanked on Cali’s leash, making the slightly-built catboy stumble behind her.

“You drop that bag and there will be consequences, Cali,” she warned as they made their way across the parking lot. She was dressed in a long, glossy black coat that hid her body. He was wearing a garishly printed tanktop and silky skirt. He might as well have been naked, as a stray breeze rustled the short garment, exposing his pale, pert behind and caged cock. His face reddened and he clutched the large leather satchel close to himself. It was early evening and there were lots of pedestrians to gawk at him.

Cali was almost glad when they entered the porn shop. Kate pulled him over to the counter and the bored-looking girl behind the glass display of stainless steel toys looked up from her magazine. Kate handed her some bills.

“The usual room,” Kate ordered. “Just for an hour.” The girl gave Kate a key and smiled at the sight of Cali holding the bag.

“Have fun!”

***

Kate shoved Cali inside the small room. He skidded in his heels and grunted as he fell on his butt, the bag plopping in his lap.

“Mmmm, that’s a nice view,” Kate remarked as she closed the door and shrugged off her coat. Beneath it she was wearing a black leather bustier trimmed with red along with matching fingerless gloves and thigh-high boots. Her cock was bare and it was already half-hard. She took it in hand and gave it a few strokes. Cali’s tail twitched at the sight of his lover’s ensemble. He bit his lip as he tried to will his cock from swelling in the already-tight chastity cage. “Now we’re both dressed for the occasion.”

“What are we celebratin’?” Cali asked, averting his eyes. The scenery wasn’t much better. Taped-up holes were sawn into the walls and a grimy screen showed looping scenes from X-rated movies. Cali wrinkled his nose at the smell of sweaty crotch and used panties. As far as grungy glory-hole booths in the back of a seedy porn shop, this one was’t that bad.

“Shh,” Kate covered Cali’s mouth. “That pretty little mouth of yours won’t need to do much talking. You’re going to learn how to satisfy a bunch of cocks today. Open the bag.” Cali unzipped the satchel and Kate pulled a handful of toys out. She stuck two of the suction-cupped dildos on the floor and another on the wall. “That’ll do for now. Don’t want you getting too greedy!”

She held out the last one, a curved, corkscrewed shaft with a ring on the end, and squirted a drizzle of lube on it. “Now get me hard.”

Cali licked his lips and leaned forward, kissing Kate’s cock softly and gently. It began to rise, like a loaf of bread, to meet his mouth. Kate groaned in delight at Cali’s soft, warm lips. He grasped the shaft with one hand and cupped her balls with the other, fondling the fist-sized purse.

Kate’s cock swelled to full erection as Cali rolled his tongue around the fat helmeted tip, his crimson eyes gazing up at her under dark, fluttery eyelashes. He moaned as he closed his mouth around the broad cockhead, stretching his lips, and began to bob back and forth. Kate took hold of his head, gripping his feline ears and guiding his rhythm.

Cali knew what to do. He swirled his tongue around the shaft, leaving glistening saliva trails, and switched on the vibrator. His eyes met hers as he ran it along her cock, sending shivery thrills through her body.

“Mmmm,” Kate smiled. “Good little kitty. Now put it in me.” She felt the toy drag against her balls, then slide up her taint to rest against her asshole. He pushed it forward, gently at first, but pressed harder. Kate bit her lip and relaxed her muscles, letting Cali push it inside. She threw her head back and gasped at the dual sensation of being sucked and penetrated. She felt her asshol close around the shaft of the vibrator as it slid fully into her. “God, that’s it, you little slut!”

Cali gasped as Kate yanked his head free of her dick with a grip on his hair. Saliva dripped from her shaft as she basked in the glorious vibrating pulses spiraling through her body. She threw Cali down and his head bounced against the dildo on the wall.

“Get to satisfying them,” Kate commanded. She pointed at the screen. “You got 20 minutes.”

“But the girl up front said–”

“What did I tell you about your mouth?!” Kate snapped. She grabbed his plush ass and swatted it, making him yelp, then took his tail in hand and stroked it, turning that yelp into a moan. “Those cocks are getting cold, slut.”

Reluctantly, Cali began to lick the dildo, and reached for the others. Jolts of pleasure raced up his spine as Kate tugged on his tail. He felt her hands slide down and around his butt, spreading his cheeks. The thick hot meat of her cock pressed against his ass, and he moaned around the silicone mouthful. Her dick was always difficult to take, and he was glad he’d lubed it up with his mouth. He whimpered as the fat head squeezed into him, popping past the tight ring of his hole.

“Oooh, yeah,” Kate moaned over the sounds of the video, jerking her hips. She sped up, urged on by the buzzing in her butt. The toy inside her was gently stroking her prostate and she wanted to get as much fun out of Cali as she could before she came. She quickly found a rhythm, pumping into Cali with short thrusts. He grunted beneath her and looked up at her for approval.

Kate panted at his warm, slippery tightness, tugging his tail, making him jerk his hips upward in response. He mewled around the dildo, his cock aching and throbbing in its cage. It slapped against his lower belly with every thrust, tormenting his lust. Kate’s dick sawed into him, and he could feel it just at the edge of his most sensitive spot… He lifted his butt higher, and that was enough. The thick invader squeezed and scraped against Cali’s prostate and his eyes fluttered as he savoured the sensation.

“Mmmm!” he felt an orgasm rush over him like a warm, creamy wave. “Mmm-mm-mmmm!” He could feel cum dribbling out of his cock despite its tight confines, plopping on the floor and staining the underside of his skirt. Kate’s grip on his tail only intensified the feeling. She gasped as she felt his asshole twitching and flexing around her shaft.

“Oh my god,” she gasped. “You just came, didn’t you? You little whore! How dare you!” She thrust harder in retaliation, her balls thumping against his baby-smooth taint. Kate released his tail and dug her fingers into Cali’s plush rear, gripping it and assaulting his poor ass with impunity. Cali’s eyes rolled as her cock ground against his prostate, sending more pleasurable fireworks into his brain. He jerked the cocks in his hands as if on autopilot, wishing they really could spurt on him. The vibrator inside Kate urged her on, nudging her own sensitive spot as it wiggled inside her. She could feel an orgasm of her own building. “Going… to make you… regret it…!”

Her balls tightened and her cock twitched inside Cali as her own orgasm struck. She growled into a long moan as she felt the pleasurable agony of the vibrator stimulating her as she came. Cum gushed out of her cock and her thrusts became erratic. She buried herself balls-deep and squeezed Cali’s butt, digging her nails in so hard it made him cry out. She grunted, her hips shuddering, as she emptied her balls into her lover, filling him up with her hot, slick semen.

“You…” she said breathlessly, wiping a blonde lock of hair out of her eyes. “Are a very bad boy, Cali.” Kate’s cock still jerked inside him, letting the last dregs of her seed dribble out. She paused, letting him enjoy the sensation of being full of her cum. “Next time you cum before I do, you’re getting a spanking.”

Cali let the dildo fall from his lips and looked up at her.

“Promise?”

- Ada

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A career kunoichi would have taken on many guises in order to complete her missions. Maid, seamstress, peddler, travelling performer, cook, courtesan…

She would also find herself jumping up onto rooftops a lot.

All manner of kunoichi exploits took place on rooftops. From scouting the lay of the target’s stronghold, to gaining access into a building for espionage. Even actual combat. One kunoichi was said to be so good at seducing her targets, that she actually developed passionate feelings for them during their orgasmatic encounters. No matter how many weeks or months were required, she saw her missions through to completion. Then with all the irrationality of a jilted lover, she would keep chucking small shuriken at her targets’ heads from the rooftops. Giving them headaches to remember her by.

Plum Ardour had a well-honed hijutsu jumping technique in her previous life as a Sakura kunoichi. She didn’t have much cause to jump onto rooftops when she first arrived in Cathay. Then to her chagrin, she found out that there were a lot of martial arts poseurs here. All of whom loved jumping around.

She was proficient with dual blade techniques, after continued use of her twin Duo Jian. Although she had achieved closure in her heart with regards the loss of her treasured nodachi, she was now unable to use the trusty Nippon curved blade techniques it once afforded her. So in her role as Commander of the Imperial Palace Guard, she commissioned the Palace armourer to fashion two long Dao or curved swords for her.

Cathay cuisine was a marvel, even at this juncture of history. There were many specialty restaurants spread throughout the land. The best ones also doubled as inns. But where there were restaurant/inns, one would find martial arts poseurs. In fact, each establishment seemed to attract its own resident poseur.

Imagine a typical scene as depicted below, to be immortalised in “Chop Suey” kung fu films, hundreds of years in the future.

A beautiful lady in white, partaking of wine and food in solitude at a corner table upstairs. This lady catches the eye of a poseur, already in possession of too much alcohol and libido. The fact that she has two sheathed blades next to her, is not lost on him. Lewd comments about women with swords, are made in her direction which she ignores. And continues to ignore. This infuriates said poseur who promptly flips the lady’s table. Said lady, having been in this situation countless times, saves the wine bottle from being smashed. Although there is now food thrown everywhere, her clothes are still pristine. However the windy draft created by the movements of the two, reveals a bulge underneath the fabric covering the lady’s groin. Several derogatory remarks about Flower Maidens, are fired her way. An ice-cold glare is thrown back his way. Along with a verbal warning that no further insults will be brooked, unless he wishes to be fed his manhood.

History will record that this particular poseur demonstrated extraordinary quickness, an exponent of the Fondlesome Snatch Technique. Only a heartbeat passes before he brings his hands to bear on the Flower Maiden’s genitals. But it is too late. Even before he manages to grab ballsack, the white flash of a kick sends him flying out beyond the balcony. He crashes into the melon stall in the street below.

Groggy and with his jaw broken by the kick, the poseur looks back up. He sees a white seething mass of fury jumping out of the balcony. Gleaming eyes and silver blades drawn.

It is the last thing he will ever see…

- Naughtyboy

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The Kunoichi was being fucked vigorously up her ass. Her canal clamped ever tighter around the hard, thick, pounding rod. The rod then quaked with sweet release. With each pulsation emanating from it, she found herself lost in ecstasy.

She woke up with a cold sweat on her brow.

Her muscles ached all over. She became aware that she was laid on fine satin sheets. Then she saw that she was dressed in nothing but a peignoir. A wetness rolled between her ass cheeks. Sweat? Or something more? A glance out through the large open window, revealed that it was dusk.

Sleep would not come again that night. So she surveyed her room. A bedchamber evidently, but large and opulent. She had been laid on a postered bed. There was a beautiful dressing table situated a few feet away, with boxes full of jewels and ornaments on top. The bedchamber had an adjoining bath chamber, as well as connecting to a dining chamber and a lounge. It was all very grand.

The wardrobe was easily the largest than she had ever set eyes on, and it was filled with peignoirs. They came in different designs and colours. But each one of them had an open front, with a string fastener at neck level. Curiously, they all seem to have been modified to have a small slit at the rear. For easy access from behind? Each peignoir came with its pair of matching stockings. There were no other forms of clothing in the wardrobe.

Her eyes fell onto an open box onto of the dresser. In it, were the pieces of her broken nodachi. Memories of how it was gifted to her in Nippon, came flooding back. Of who had it given to her. How she and that person were now separated by the oceans. Tears began to well up in her eyes.

A maid came at dawn to lay out breakfast for one in the dining chamber. She gave a polite smile and enquired if Madam would like anything else. If there was, all one had to do was to ring one of the small crystal bells strategically placed about and someone would be in attendance promptly. She did not give so much as a sideways glance at the Kunoichi’s nakedness and left quietly.

After eating, the Kunoichi decided to step outside. She gasped as she surveyed her surroundings. There were lush gardens around the building housing her chambers. A small man-made lake was a little way off into the distance. The building itself was ornately constructed. It was connected to other buildings by roofed walkways supported by marble pillars. Even the stone slabs paving the walkways, had intricate carvings of flowers and small animals. She was obviously in a palace of sorts.

She made her way down the open walkways. After a right turn here and a left turn there, she saw that the doors of the nearest building were shut. It was here that she came upon an armoured guard, holding a glaive. The guard greeted her with a polite “Madam”. She asked him a couple of questions to which she received the following reply. No, Madam was not a prisoner here. But he had been instructed to direct her back to where she had come from. If she would be patient, someone will come to her and answer all her questions very soon. With a courteous nod, he fell silent. Looking away from the peignoir clad figure in front of him.

The Kunoichi waited impatiently in the lounge area of the original building. The maid had returned to serve lunch and to clear the dishes from both meals. She offered to draw the Kunoichi a bath but this was refused. After a promise to return with refreshments later, the maid left. Alone, the Kunoichi pondered her situation. If she was still in Cathay, then there were only a few who could afford the upkeep of such a palace. At this point, it was unknown whether the owner was friend or foe. But so far her treatment had been excellent, albeit she had been given a rather strange wardrobe.

Evening came then night, but the maid still had not yet returned. Then suddenly, the doors were thrown open. The Kunoichi’s eyes blazed when she saw who the visitor was. It was the Flower Maiden from the Gossamer Blossom Sect. The one who had forced her genitals into the Kunoichi’s body. The black-clad figure would have blended into the night, but for her cock glistening in the candle light. Drawn and ready.

The Kunoichi had no weapons to hand, but grabbed hold of a heavy chair and threw it at the other Flower Maiden. It was caught with ease and then torn apart, as though it was tissue paper. In a blink, she appeared right in front of the Kunoichi, hand raised as if to strike. But the Kunoichi slumped to her knees on the ground. Further resistance was futile. The Flower Maiden was her superior in the martial arts.

“That little cherub wants to be caressed again, I see.” The Kunoichi’s cheeks began to flush. She had lashed out with the chair, in the hope to deflect attention away from her erection upon seeing the Flower Maiden’s cock. But the Flower Maiden’s smile showed that she had not been fooled. The Kunoichi felt a throbbing deep inside her and her precum flowed, betraying her desire.

She allowed herself to be grabbed in an embrace, and both of them leapt onto the bed. The Kunoichi was forced to take up a familiar position on her back and with her legs held up by the Flower Maiden. More precum was released, almost as if in expectation of what was to come. The expectation then became reality, as the Kunoichi felt pulsing flesh enter her.

The maid who had visited earlier in the day, chose to come in at that moment with refreshments on a tray. She coolly arranged them on a table, ignoring the scene in front of her. After a humble bow towards the half-naked gestalt, she left as silently as she had entered.

The Flower Maiden spoke.

“I asked you this once before. Whether you would like to obtain a weapon like mine to use upon your enemies. What is your answer now?”

The Kunoichi wasn’t sure whether to believe her own ears but she moaned a throaty “Yes…”

“Good. Then the time has come for this.”

The Flower Maiden produced a thin beaded rod with a large tip. As the Kunoichi’s internal energy centre was massaged by the hard prick filling her canal, her precum gave way to actual cum. Then she felt fire entering her uretha as the beaded prosthesis was inserted. She tried to fight off her assailant but her head was a massive swirl of thoughts and pain impulses from her groin. It was all too much for her. When the prosthesis touched her internal energy centre, an electrical-like shock coursed through her and she passed out.

The Kunoichi awoke just after dawn. She found the Flower Maiden, sat at a table and dressed in one of the open-front peignoirs from the wardrobe. The table had been laid out with breakfast for two. The Flower Maiden beckoned her over to sit down. The Kunoichi’s penis was still a little raw from the urethral prosthesis. She could only manage to nibble at some pastry, whilst the Flower Maiden ate heartily.

When they finished, the maid brought some cordial in a jug which they both sipped. After a few minutes’ silence, the Flower Maiden got up and strode towards the door. She waited there which the Kunoichi took as a sign that she should follow suit.

Out in the garden, the Flower Maiden began the process of revelation. The Kunochi was indeed still in Cathay. In fact, she was in the Imperial Palace. The Gossamer Blossom Sect had received the patronage of the Empress of Cathay. In return for her favours, the Sect was to advance her interests. The Flower Maiden also revealed sufficient knowledge of the Kunoichi’s back story. But this was of no surprise to the Kunoichi. If the Sect could go to the lengths required to ingratiate themselves to the Empress, then they were certainly capable of seeking out information about a ninja from Nippon. The Kunoichi was lost in her own thoughts when she heard the cryptic statement “All these things can be yours.”

The two of them then left the garden for another section of the Palace, previously off-limits to the Kunoichi. They met armoured guards along the way but they allowed them to pass without hindrance. Eventually they came to a much larger building and entered it. They proceeded upstairs to what seemed to be a ceremonial hall. There was a throne of some sort placed on a raised platform.

“Try however hard you can, you cannot change the fact that your life in Nippon is at an end. Banished for being a Flower Maiden.” The Kunoichi bit her lip upon hearing this.

“But here at the Gossamer Blossom Sect, you will be amongst your own kind. Flower Maidens who will look upon you as a comrade. You will have riches and status beyond your wildest dreams. I shall tutor and nurture you as a mother would towards her child. In time, I will afford you the chance to strike back at those in Nippon who have wronged you. I offer you all this if you would pledge your loyalty to me as your leader and to the Imperial Crown. Join us….Or else” She left the threat hanging in the air.

Resistance flared up within the Kunoichi. And dissolved just as quickly. There was no choice really. She had nowhere else to go. Facing her counterpart, she slowly got onto all fours and touched her head to the ground.

“I pledge my loyalty to you and to the Crown. From this day onwards, you are my leader ….and my Mother”. She could sense the Flower Maiden would be pleased to hear that final phrase. Indeed as she lifted her head up, she could see the other beaming whilst walking to her. The peignoir opened and closed over the Leader’s genitals as though they together constituted an erotic peek-a-boo game. The musk of last night’s sexual acts exuded from her groin as she stood next to the kneeling Kunoichi. The Leader’s cock grew erect to touch the Kunoichi’s chin, tilting her head up to look back up.

“A new life deserves a new name. When we first met, I noticed you carried a scent of white plum flowers. And you fought most valiantly. Henceforth you shall be called Plum Ardour.”

The cock had started to dribble and the musk was making the Kunoichi feeling heady. “Thank you for your kind words, Mother”.

The Kunoichi…. no that wouldn’t do now. Plum Ardour started to lick the sweetness from the round opening at the head of the cock and brought her fingers to caress the Leader’s testicles. Then she stopped suddenly, fearful that she had gone too far. However her anxiety was relieved when she saw the lustful smile above her. She need not have worried.

The nectar flowed forth from her Mother’s fountain and Plum Ardour drank her fill.

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The next day, they met at an enclosure in the palace grounds. Bordered by elaborate masonry, here were numerous stone slabs set at various heights. Other stone carvings were placed all over the enclosure. At one end, there was a mound of such stone pieces.

Plum Ardour was dressed in a new white costume overlying blue fabric. It had been placed in her wardrobe, along with some spare costumes and other elegant gowns. But the peignoirs were left untouched. She suspected that an order had been issued, for her wardrobe to remain that way. The Gossamer Blossom Sect Leader wore black robes. She began an introduction of the day’s martial arts lesson.

The Carnal Blossom Manual. Had Plum Ardour heard of it? Yes, vaguely. She had heard others speak of it along as one of the few martial arts tomes of worth.

“The Carnal Blossom Manual details fighting techniques that are revered as being of the highest level in the martial arts world. “

“Only Flower Maidens can learn from the Manual due to a combination of their feminine hormones coupled with their masculine internal energy organs.”

“You are agile and quick with an astute sense for timing your sword strikes. However my mastery of the Manual’s techniques gave me an advantage over you.” Plum Ardour winced a little at the memory.

Sensing the other’s discomfort, the Sect Leader added “But we are Mother and Daughter now. So I shall train you to become a master too.“

“The Manual has a section devoted to swordplay. The knowledge there will come in handy, for you possess a strong sword arm.”

“The prosthesis which you now carry, enables you to use a Blossom Technique to complement your use of a sword.” Plum Ardour was aware of the prosthesis in her cock, but after a couple of days it began to fit more comfortably.

“To use the Blossom Technique in combination with sword play, you would first have to train the nerves activating your internal energy centre”. Her mentor gestured at two stone slab piles.

Then Plum Ardour did a double take. There was a large stone phallus, laid on the ground between them, pointing upwards at the skin. Surely not??

“You know what to do”. Well, that dispelled all uncertainty. But Plum Ardour was still hesitant to get on top of the slabs.

The Sect Leader smirked a little. Then she ordered Plum Ardour to throw one of the stone carvings at her.

Plum Ardour was about to able to pick the closest stone piece when she heard “No, not that one. That one”. “That one” referred to a much larger carving, three times bigger. She obeyed and threw it at the other Flower Maiden. What the Flower Maiden did next, left Plum Ardour stunned.

The Sect Leader flung herself forward, meeting the stone carving in mid-air and smashed it with her erect cock. Upon landing, the Leader turned around, hands on her hips with a triumphant smile. Her genitals were left entirely unharmed.

A minute later, Plum Ardour found herself suspending herself in the air with her feet on the slabs. Brandishing a sword, she struck a pose, whilst lowering herself onto the phallus. It was of a sizeable girth. She began to grimace as her anus then her rectal canal strained to accommodate the behemoth of a dildo.

The Sect Leader looked unimpressed at her difficulty.

“You need to be able to fit that into your canal. Then lift the whole thing with just your rectal muscles. Without them prolapsing.”

Then she pointed at the mound of stone phalluses. Each phallus had a circumferential band etched into it at the base of its shaft. As if they were inflicted by powerful rings of anal muscles. Each phallus shaft seemed to have been crushed into deformity.

Plum Ardour was only able to take in the first quarter of her phallus before she felt her nectar welling up inside of her. Her prosthesis was beginning to slide out of her cock along with the leaking cum. The Sect Leader scooped some cum off Plum Ardour’s cock head, and then licked her fingers clean.

” Well, I suppose your training has begun.”

And pushed Plum Ardour’s prosthesis back inside.

- Naughtyboy

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The giggling and murmuring was all he could focus on. All of it came out of him in thick globs. “The Stockades” had sounded so innocuous a punishment; he never would have guessed what it really meant.

He wasn’t getting out until each of them had emptied their packed-full balls, and he knew it.

“I’m gonna cum so hard…” she whined, gripping the free-hanging pillory tightly as she bottomed out in the boy’s bottom.

“You gonna pull out, Stacey?”

Her eggsack jerked upwards with each passing second. “Yeah,” she admitted, “as soon as I’m done filling his ass with my nut.”

Her “nut” flew out in a river, although likely it wasn’t just hers.

“He’s gonna be shitting cum for a week if you keep shooting it that deep.”

“He should have thought of that before he became my cum-dump. If you want to spew shallow so we can see the creampie aftermath, be my guest. I’n gonna get his insides good and wet, and give him something to think about long term.”

“You blow like a whale, too. He’s gonna end up with a enough babygoo in his stomach that it’ll look like a baby.”

“I don’t blow like a whale on shot four, I’ll tell you that much.”

“And what about on shot number one?”

“Oh, he tasted shot number one. I’m surprised we didn’t see a single tear of sperm roll down his cheek. I blasted it up his ass and into his brain.”

“Alright, alright, who’s next? That ass isn’t going to fill itself.”

“That’d be me,” said one of the girls sitting down, and when she stood up, she had the hard-on to prove it.

“Uh oh, here comes the Betty the butt-buster again. Hold him open!”

Once she’d made her entrance, Betty clicked her heels twice on the floor, legs spread apart, her fat dong lined up to his gaped hole.

“Try not to split him open.”

“Oh, please. This is the second time he’s taken me inside. He’ll be fine. Well, not fine, but…”

“Yeah, well, there’s a reason we made you go last the first time around. Going after you is like throwing a hot dog down a hallway.”

With two girls holding his cheeks open, the girl behind him began pressing her hips forward, and started to ease her big, fat thing inside. “And going before me is just prepping a bitch for the real thing. I appreciate y’all gettin’ her ready for me. Now mine’s the only one that fits just right.”

They all knew it was true. Once Betty had her way, the rest of them were getting less of a tight fit, but that was inevitable running a train anyway. He still squeezed tight enough to coax a load out, and that was what really mattered.

The girls who had recently got their fill just relaxed, and the girls who hadn’t gone in a while were working there way back to full mast, and he felt his stomach churn, full of myriad kinds of goo, as Betty the butt-buster stretched him inch, by inch, by inch.

– Majalis

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Tel’viami was strolling through the corridors of her ship, thinking to herself about the events that had led her to this point. Not only was this twi’lek smuggler the captain of her own ship, she had scored a big victory for the Republic in its war against the Empire, she also had a loyal crew and had built her own galaxy spanning criminal empire. Not bad, she admitted to herself, not bad at all. However there always were new riches to be made and as soon as her crew returned they would be planning their next moves.

As the captain passed the medical bay, she came to a stop.

“Risha?” she said surprised. “Why are you here? Didn’t you go on shore leave with the others?”

Risha was looking up from a terminal she was working on. “I had to take care of something” she replied before turning her head back to the terminal.

“It’s good that you’re here though. There’s something we need to tell you.”

“We?” Tel asked as she started to look around.

“Yes, we.” replied the powerful voice of Akaavi who was standing right behind her. Tel jumped since Akaavi caught her completely off guard.

“Jeesh, Akaavi.” Tel said with a grin on her face. “You really shouldn’t startle me like that. I could have hurt you, you know. Or even worse, you could have hurt me.” She turned her attention back to Risha. “So what was it you wanted to talk about? Some new scheme to rake in loads of credits and power?”

The human was still focused on the terminal but smirked as she said “See, captain? That’s what I always liked about you. You catch on quick.”

“So then” Tel said with an uplifted voice. “A gloomy forest world? A churning metropolis? A freezing ice planet? Where will my ship go next?”

“Our ship” Risha said casually.

The captain looked at her with a skeptic frown. “You know your jokes used to be better.”

“We’re taking over.” came the reply. This time from Akaavi.

Tel just stared at the zabrak for a brief moment “You get a pass. You usually never make jokes anyways.”

Risha was scratching her head. “Maybe I should take that compliment from earlier back. So let me make it more clear. This was you last day as captain.”

Now Tel’viami started to get angry. “So you’re serious? You’re actually serious. So what is this? Mutiny on my own ship?”

“Our ship” Risha repeated. “and I wouldn’t call it ‘mutiny’. I think a better term would be a change of management.”

Tel’viami immediately reached for her blaster. “We’ll see about th-” her comeback got interrupted and replaced by a short cry of pain, as Akaavi grabbed both her arms by the wrists and pulled them behind her back. While holding Tel’s arms in place with her left hand, she used the other to take the Twi’lek’s blaster and tossed it out into the corridor.

Tel’viami struggled against Akaavi’s hold but that only caused her to tighten her grip, sending more waves of pain through Tel’s retrained arms. She had to accept that the zabrak woman was simply stronger than her. “Ou! You blasted- You will pay for this! Both of you!”

“Captain, don’t end it like this” said Risha. “I think we had a profitable arrangement, wouldn’t you agree. You should know better than most, that when one has a chance to grab a bigger piece of the cake, this chance should be taken.”

“But why?” asked Tel’viami with growing disbelief in her voice. “I fought at your side! I was there when you needed help.”

Risha nodded. “And we really appreciate that, but we also fought at your side and helped you reach your goals. As far as we are concerned we’re even.”

The human smiled at Tel “We had a few nice rounds of Pazaak together, but now the cards have been reshuffled and you drew the losing card. I thought you’d accept your loss with some dignity. We always liked you.”

Tel’viami couldn’t believe just how smug Risha acted. “You daughters of a Hutt! I will-”

“Quiet!” This short and stern command by Akaavi took the momentum from Tel.

“Yes” Risha sighed “we liked you even with that loud mouth of yours.” She made a few more button presses on the terminal and then moved towards Tel’viami. “Be it as it may, this ship in officially ours now.” She had a cheeky smile on her face. “You’ve vanished from all galactic entries. It is as if Captain Tel’viami never even existed.” Now she let out a quick laugh. She was actually genuinely amused “This was really all too easy.”

“So now what?” asked Tel, who had found a bit of her composure again. “Are you going to kick me out of my ship and fly off?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Risha waved her finger. “Our ship. And no, that wouldn’t be smart. You might actually find a way to get your name recognized again. Besides I know what you do to people who take this ship from you.” She gave a smile. “No I think it would be safer to simply take you with us as our ‘guest’. So I guess we still get to enjoy your company, while-”

Risha noticed the expression of scorn on Akaavi’s face. “Akaavi, is something wrong?”

“Yes” the zabrak replied. “This is wrong.”

Risha looked puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t need to explain yourself, because there is no one that is asking questions.” Akaavi replied. “If you defeat a worthy opponent, that warrior deserves the same respect and praise as those of your own clan. Their stories and legends will be retold in the generations to come. However, if your ‘enemy’ is so easily defeated that you didn’t even break a sweat, there was no fight. These people deserve no praise, not even ridicule. They don’t deserve any recognition at all since the fact that the may or may not have lived has no meaning.” She nodded. “it is as you said earlier. Tel’viami doesn’t exist. She never did.”

Tel was in shock, wondering if this was all just a dream. All of this was just so surreal. Was she really hearing these words?

Risha on the other hand was visibly amused. “Oh my what an intriguing concept. I really like the way you’re thinking my dear Akaavi.” She pointed at Tel. “What about this then? What do we have here?”

“This” Akaavi began, stepping to the side of Tel’viami as she tightened her grip around the Twi’lek’s wrists and effortlessly forced her on her knees, while unbuckling her own belt with her free hand.

“Ooouch!” shrieked the twi’lek. “Watch out what you’re-” She fell silent as Akaavi pulled a big half erect cock out of her pants. It was fiercely red like the rest of the zabrak’s body and bore tattoos similar to those on her face.

“This” Akaavi started anew “is merely a thing. A piece of cargo if you will. In reality hough it really might just as well be space debris.” With these words she grabbed the twi’lek by the back of her head and, with one swift movement, shoved Tel’s head onto her half erect cock, immediately drving it in to the base.

Tel was caught completely by surprise and got no time to react before the zabrak’s big member rested firmly in her mouth. She instinctively started to gag, because the glans was reaching into her throat.

During all of this Akaavi didn’t look at the Twi’lek once. Not even for a split second would her eyes wander down. And even Risha only took a short glance when Akaavi pulled out her member.
It wasn’t just like the two of them ignored the Twi’lek and her struggles it was more lie they didn’t recognize them at all.

Then Akaavi pulled her member out, Just as quickly as she had shoved it in.

Tel’viami started to cough while also trying to gasp for air inbetween but the zabrak immediately put her hand onto the Twi’lek’s mouth leaving her with little chance to cough or breath.

“Unfortunately” Akaavi said. “it sometimes makes some weird noises.”

“Must be because of its low quality.” Risha replied.

The zabrak nodded. “Yes. Like I said,it’s practically junk.”

Risha sighed, then shrugged nonchalantly. “Oh well. A mercenary and a scoundrel. If someone knows how to make use of seemingly useless things, it’s us. In fact-” she looked around the room. “I think I already have an idea. I really think it’s time we celebrate the acquisition of our new ship and our already prosperous partnership. Wouldn’t you agree, my dear Akaavi?”

Akaavi nodded. “Absolutely”

Risha smiled. “In that case, would you help me put this thing on the med table?”

With a quick movement the zabrak lifted up the twi’lek and then dropped her carelessly on the med table.

“Ou! He-”

“Would you look at that” said Risha with disbelief in her voice. “Looks like this thing somehow got caught up in pieces of cloth. unlike that thing, these actually look like they’re worth something.” she continued as she pulled of the Twi’lek’s boots.

Akaavi let out a quick chuckle. “You really see all sorts of weird things in the galaxy.” She pushed the twi’lek’s upper body up and removed the jacket. “Look after a good cleaning you might even use this yourself. I’m sure it would look good on you.”

Risha laughed. “Why, thank you my dear. Although on second glance I have to say it seems to be a midriff jacket. That would look a bit skanky. Who would even wear something like that?”

“Huh. You’re right.” Akaavi said as she tossed the jacket over her shoulder. “Sorry about that.” she added as she simply tore off the twi’lek’s shirt.

“Nah, it’s alright.” Risha replied as she roughly pulled of the pants of the twi’lek. “There you go. Now would you please pull it a little further towards you? Now a little yo your left. Yes, that looks good. Thank you.” She closed and then locked the restraining cuffs around the twi’lek’s wrists. “It’s not like it could get damaged, but I still wouldn’t want it to slip of the table by accident.”

Risha took a brief look over their work. “Now then. Everything seems to be ready.” With these words she pulled of her own pants, revealing her own big, hard and throbbing member. She brought herself into position close to the twi’lek’s hips. “This seems like a nice way to celebrate. What do you think?” she said to Akaavi.

“Indeed” the zabrak replied, moving herself into position. “A curious little idea you had there.”

The twi’lek looked down her body and saw Risha moving closer with her cock out and an unmistakable intend. “What!? No!” the twi’lek cried out, closing her legs and pressing her knees together in an attempt to protect herself. A movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention and so she looked up. Over her she saw Akaavi’s cock again. Now that it was fully erect, she could clearly see the thick veins running along the shaft. A loud thump made her turn her head to the side where Akaavi had just placed one of her boots to allow herself better entrance. The twi’lek desperately held her head to the side

Risha didn’t take her eyes off Akaavi, as she uncaringly pushed the twi’lek’s knees to the side and placed the tip of her member on the twi’lek’s pussy lips. “Why, thank you. I knew you would like this.”

Akaavi grabbed the Twi’lek’s by her jaw and turned its head into position. Akaavi placed her cock on the twi’lek’s mouth, leading to an unwilling kiss between its lips and the hot tip of the zabrak’s penis.

“Shall we then?” Akaavi asked

“We shall.” Risha said. “To our new ship! To our partnership!”

“Hear, hear!” Akaavi replied.

There was high pitched panicked sounding “Plea-” that got cut out as the two of them drove their cocks deep into the twi’lek, spreading her lips on both ends.

All of a sudden the panic in the twi’lek’s mind was replaced by intense pain seemingly coming from everywhere. The intrusion was rough and swift. The zabrak’s cock buried its way into her throat, making it ache and starting her gagging reflex again. The humans assault on her pussy wasn’t any less painful, as the sizable member shoved into her.

There was no carefulness, no slow start, there wasn’t even a pause after the two cocks made their way in for the first time. They were immediately pulled back and then shoved right back in with the same pace as the first time. Usually the twi’lek had time to think, time to act, time to change something, anything about her situation. Not here though, not now. There wasn’t any chance, not even for a brief moment, to concentrate on anything. All there was was pain and the steady hammering of the cocks that were driven in and out of her. And her own sobbing. It seemed like that was the only thing she could do.

All the while the penetration went on and on. In and out, in and out, in and out. Never ending, never slowing down.

The pain wasn’t fading either, instead it got accompanied from other sources. Sweat was running down from Akaavi’s balls, over the twi’leks face and into her eyes, making them burn and water and mixing itself with her tears. There was also a throbbing pain coming from her legs as they kept being spread apart forcefully.

Risha and Akaavi just kept on pounding the twi’lek’s holes rigorously. All the while the two of them ware holding casual conversation.

“-No, honestly. That was the last we saw of that guy.” ended Risha. Akaavi let out a laugh. “That sure was quite the story Risha. Personally I would have shot him and be done with it, but I can see the appeal of your approach. You really are an endless source of ideas.”

“Oh, Akaavi. You flatter me.” Risha said in playful coyness. “Besides, you do have some pretty interesting ideas of your own. I really learned quite a bit from you today.”
“I think we both learned new things today” Akaavi replied.

“True enough.” Risha said. “And perhaps we both developed a better understanding for each other as well as a new found… interest?”
“Perhaps.” the zabrak replied with a chuckle.

Risha had a playful smile on her face. “In that case, why don’t we deepen our relationship?”

Her member still in the twi’lek’s hole, the human climbed onto the table. Now kneeling on the table herself she pushed up the legs of the twi’lek and moved closer towards Akaavi.

The zabrak meanwhile pulled her other foot on the table, both of them now placed to the sides of the twi’lek’s head. For a moment Akaavi and Risha were not moving and just looking each other deeply into the eyes.

There it was. A pause. At this point she had almost given up hope it would come. She still felt pain all over her body and the cocks were still deep in her but at least for now they were resting, giving her a much needed pause. Maybe now she would get a chance to think clearly.

After an intense moment of just looking at each other, the human and the zabrak moved their heads closer, embracing each other in a sensual kiss. At the same time they also started moving their hips again. Their new positions not only allowed for a deeper penetration but it also enabled them to fasten their pace. And so they did, aroused by their embrace to two of them hammered their cocks deep and fast into the holes. The two enjoyed each other, they enjoyed the taste, the feeling of each others tongue and the wet sound it made accompanied by the constant sound of skin slapping against skin.

The interruption was long forgotten. The pain was back as the two cocks now plowed into her even more viciously than before. One was constantly slamming against her cervix, the unbelievable pain of it almost making her pass out. The other one was pounding in and out of her throat. She still felt like gagging, but the thick member suppressed the reflex. When she opened her eyes, her view was red. All she could see was Akaavi’s ass moving up and down over her. The zabrak’s anus closed in and move away again and again at quick pace, while her balls were constantly smacking wetly against the twi’lek’s nose and eyes. Not that the twi’lek was able to see much anyways. the fluids on her face were also mixed with her saliva as well as Akaavii’s pre-cum.
The twi’lek was just lying there. Unable to move, unable to think. Left at the non-existant mercy of the two cocks that were ravaging her body to their hearts content.
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And then it suddenly ended. Akaavi came first. Her member shoved in a deep as she could, her tensed up balls pressed tightly against the twi’lek’s face, she let out a hot stream of cum shooting down the twi’lek’s throat and as more and more of the liquid poured out, the member was slowly moving out of the twi’lek.

Then it was Risha’s turn. Signaled by a piercing pain as the cock rammed against the twi’lek’s cervix once more, before it came to a halt and started pumping her full of its hot seed.

Akaavi slowly pulled her cock out of the hole while moving from the table. Once she finally fully removed her member, the twi’lek automatically started gasping for air. For now the relief was only shortlived though. The zabrak rested her balls on the twi’lek’s face, closing off her mouth and nose while the rest of the cum poured out and dripped onto the abused neck of the twi’lek.
Risha meanwhile was still deep in the equally abused pussy, waiting until the flow of cum had stopped, leaving every last drop within the hole. When she was done, the human climbed from the table and walked over to Akaavi. While two shared another kiss, each of them grabbed one of the twi’lek’s lekku and used them to roughly clean of their cocks.

As they were putting their clothes back on Risha said to Akaavi. “Could you meet me on the bridge, dear? It’s time we take off.”

“I will.” Akaavi replied. “Just give me a moment. I’m going to tell the droid to clean up the med bay.” She pointed over her shoulder. “Shall I throw this thing into the cargo bay afterwards?”

Risha just shrugged. “Sure I guess, why not.”

With that they left the med bay. The thing meanwhile was still gasping for air.

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“Alright, here, you do me, and I’ll do you,” she said, winking, and handing him the packet. He stared at it for a moment, then squeezed out a dollop, and rubbed it on the top of the condom currently adorning her schlong.

“More than that, stupid,” she chided, so he squeezed out more, and then grabbed a handful and thoroughly coated her dipstick with it. “Okay, your turn,” she said, taking the packet from him, and pushing him down on the bed again before standing up. “Leg’s up.”

Somewhat self-consciously, he lifted his legs, and she squeezed a dollop onto her finger again, and that finger went right where he expected. She rubbed his hole in a circle with it, then squeezed more on, and did it again… then slipped her fingertip inside. He was suddenly very glad that her nails were short. After a bit, she pulled her fingertip out, put more lube on… then dropped the lube packet on the bed, grabbed his rigid cock, and slipped her finger inside again… pushing it deeper and deeper, slowly, while stroking him, slowly, until it was all the way up to her knuckle. He moaned at the sensation of her stroking his cock, but his ass just felt… weird. The early touching had felt nice, but the sensation of the lube and her finger was hard to place. It didn’t take long for her to do something that made him change his mind about that, as he felt her touch something that made him tense up, and not in a bad way.

“Hi there, Mr. Prostate. My name’s Maria. You and I are gonna be mejores amigos real soon.”

She stroked his prostate gently, and his cock as well.

Just when he was on the verge of cumming, she stopped stroking, then pulled her finger out.

“You ready for me?”

“Think so.”

She climbed up onto the bed, pushing his legs up over his head, straddling his form, her plastic-wrapped cock resting over his hole and his own. She gazed at him with an intensity, and he steeled himself.

“First time getting fucked for real?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, leave it to me. I’m gonna rock your world, papi. Leg’s up and spread – wide.” He obeyed, and she leaned over him. “Do me a favor? Close your eyes.”

He obeyed, expecting her to insert herself when he did. Instead, he felt the softness of her lips on his, and opened his eyes. A single strand of saliva ran from her mouth to his, and her face was happy… and more than a little lustful.

“Ready for me for real now?” she asked, softly.

“Go for it.”

“One Maria special, coming up,” she said… and… up it went, condom and all. It slipped in past his ring with a certain urgency he hadn’t been expecting, and let out a surprised, but subdued, “oh shit.”

Aside from that initial sudden intrusion, it wasn’t really painful. The foreign entry was definitely… uncomfortable, was the word. A pressure that was insistent that he couldn’t really do anything about, and his body didn’t know how to handle.

She’d barely gotten more than the head in when he felt it twitch which felt… good, on the one hand, and bad on the other, as it stretched his already beleaguered ring more, and suddenly, which caused him to cramp. The psychological effect was similarly twofold, on the one hand, knowing that she was throbbing with lust inside of him was… hot. Very hot. However, knowing that what she had inside of him was a very real, very hard penis made him feel… strange, at least.

He’d never seen a girl as… visibly turned on, for obvious reasons.

She held his legs up as she pressed her hips forward and dropped her weight onto him, sinking inch by inch more inside… she licked her lips as she penetrated him, and even reached down to give him a little… encouragement. Before she’d gotten all the way inside, she started to rock her hips gently back and forth… and, that was it, they were fucking. The uncomfortable pressure of her stabbing her cock into his guts was tempered by the feeling on his prostate, and the sensation quickly began to feel… pretty nice. Hearing her moan while laying her pipe into him was definitely a plus. Before he even realized it, she’d bottomed out, and he felt her nuts tap against his ass. And boy, did she have some nuts on her. He could tell she was full of spunk and was definitely not regretting making her wear a condom. He didn’t know what it felt like to have someone release a hot, thick nut in your stomach, but he had enough new experiences for one night.

Of course, her sack resting on him meant that he spud was all the way the fuck up in there, and she didn’t seem in a hurry to change that. Every time she twitched or throbbed his bowels cramped hard, but he was able to cope with it. If anything, she was the one who looked like she was in agony, and he knew it was because she was holding back that urge he knew all too well to dump the contents of those little juevos of hers inside of him.

Finally, it seemed like she’d fought off ejaculation long enough to pick up the pace, and started to deep dick him in shallow thrusts, while planting little kisses on his lips that he could barely register. Then, she started to fuck him to the heavy beat in her head, and he wasn’t sure if she was laying pipe or railroad tracks as she hammered it into him with reckless abandon. He was about to tell her that his rectum had feelings too, when she stopped, and slipped it out, slowly, to the tip.

“Am I a bad bitch?” she asked, holding her cock with just the tip inside.

“If I say you are, will you fuck like a bad bitch?”

“Yeah.”

He took a look at her long one poised at the ready, and grinned. “The baddest bitch.”​

– Majalis

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“Make me a sandwich, bitch!” he said, and his friends erupted into laughter.

He didn’t believe her at all. She WAS a genie. Sure, she’d had most of her powers revoked by the Powers That Be for rampant misconduct, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t still a genie, or that she couldn’t grant wishes. He had taken one look at her and decided that she wasn’t the real deal. Well, she already felt the power of the wish stirring inside of her… and for her, it stirred in a very particular place, which explained the rampant misconduct.

She returned to her bottle with every intention of completing his wish, whether he really intended her to or not. She’d bought a hero, lettuce, tomato… everything one needed to make a sandwich bitch. She carefully prepared it, stuffing it with lettuce and packing on the tomatoes… and she had to admit, it looked pretty good.

But there was something missing… the meat.

And he never did specify what kind of sandwich he wanted.

Her need to fulfill the wish overpowered her reason. Grasping the unfortunate hero in both hands, she felt a throbbing in her loins which beat, and beat, and beat, until her flimsy undergarments were torn asunder, and fell to the floor a mess of fabric. Such was the power of the cosmos.

It was massively engorged by the wish-energy, twitching with a need to grant. Her not-so-wishy-washy precum dribbled towards the floor, dangling off the eye that was just a little too eager for sandwich making.

She held the sandwich firmly, it’s inviting center just moments away from defiling, and then, without hesitation, she pulled it towards her until she felt lettuce on her wish-filled danglers, her throbbing wish-boner disappearing like she had wished it to, literally. Enhanced by the binding power of the wish, it felt heavenly. She had never loved a sandwich as much as she did then. She didn’t feel her precum anymore, but she was sure it was in a better place, and she could somewhat feel her Cowper’s gland pumping out more and more, so the sandwiches edibility was plummeting rapidly.

She held the hero in a tight grip and began to love it tenderly, pulling it off slightly and then either pulling it back or thrusting forward in her squat. She loudly moaned as she… well, as she gave the sandwich the business.

But there was still something missing… the sauce.

He hadn’t specified what sauce he wanted, either, but she knew what sauce he was getting.

Oh, sure, her precum and sweat were tainting large parts of the lettuce and tomato already, but that wasn’t enough. It needed more… flavor.

She felt it building and building until she couldn’t contain it… and soon, the sandwich wouldn’t be able to, either. It bloated conspicuously the moment she ejaculated, but her thick ropes of cum wouldn’t be held invisibly for long. She whimpered and groaned as she filled every nook and cranny of the sandwich with her low fat special sauce. Soon it was overflowing; its innards were more sauce than meat at that point, and even she had to admit that it may have been too much – it would overpower the flavor profile of the rest of the sandwich. She kept pumping more inside until her wish-born lust subsided, of course, but the sandwich was ruined, or, from another perspective, “made”.

After wiping herself off on the bun, she wrapped it up carefully, although the wrapper instantly became soggy and dripping and smelled of fish something fierce. Because of her wish-sense, she knew where he was – conveniently, he was eating lunch.

She brought it to him and placed it on the table in front of him, pushing his actual lunch aside. She hadn’t bothered to put on pants in the intervening time, so her sandwich-despoiling member hung between her legs, and he eyed it, disgusted, before looking down at the soggy wrapper before him. A strange force compelled him to unwrap it, at which point his friends resisted the urge to gag, some unsuccessfully.

Even with her powers revoked, a wish was a wish. He wanted a sandwich, and now he was compelled to eat it, no matter how unpalatable it looked. Unable to resist, he picked the hoagie up and prepared to take a big, juicy bite of the creamy, messy, soggy, overflowing
sandwich. She watched, eagerly, awaiting the moment when he ate up her love-filled hero.

Maybe she’d just misheard him. Maybe she thought he’d said, “Make me a sandwich bitch,” or “make my sandwich a bitch.” If that was the case – one bitch sandwich, coming right up.

– Majalis

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Name: Waterworks
Secret Identity: Amee Nayar
Aliases: None
Appearance: 5’ 8”, toned body, large and muscular thighs, large bust and rear, deep tan skin, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes

Bio:
Even amongst a rogues’ gallery rife with metahumans, mutants and alien dictators the supervillain known as Waterworks manages to stand out as having a truly bizarre power.

There are plenty of superheroes and villains who are classified as being hydrokinetics; able to manipulate water or liquids with their mind. Yet Waterworks is unique in that she possesses the ability to squirt impossibly huge volumes of fluid from her pussy and subsequently manipulate that fluid to suit her needs. Often times the amount she produces in this manner is greater than the total liquid content of the human body. Indeed sometimes the liquid generated is many times greater than her own body mass. Where this liquid comes from is unknown, though chemical analysis reveals it is identical to normal vaginal lubrication.

Waterworks’ hydrokinetic ability only seems to apply to this fluid she generates, though she is capable of both incredible raw power and finesse. She can entrap enemies in bubbles of fluid or form concussive blasts that can knock down bolted doors or thin streams that can wind their way into bank vaults. With this power she has managed to stage literal crime waves across the country, roaming from place to place and wreaking havoc wherever she goes.

While Waterworks does have a finite amount of liquid she can produce at any given time, that amount is enough to cause a small-scale flood. The most effective way to defeat her is to evaporate her juices but that can take a very, VERY long time.

– Rexxon

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Mey Mey feels fucking fierce. In the morning she blitzed the gym by setting new personal records for squats and deadlifts in the same session. Now she’s walking down a path next to the local beach in the bright summer sun, knowing full well that her body is blazing just as much as her fiery hair; especially in her new, shiny blue bikini.

She notices the stares and pointing of tourists. She sees people crossing the road to get out of her way. She cares little. This is her town. This is her beach. If people are afraid of her perfect body and unashamed salami as it bounces out of her tiny, overwhelmed g-string, that really is their problem.

Two cops tip their hats as she passes, and compliment her on the new attire. They wouldn’t dare pull her up on a technicality of showing too much public peen – they’d risk missing out on her regular, energetic servicing of the department.

‘Hi, Mey Mey,’ one of them says nervously. ‘Nice day.’

‘Gentlemen,’ she purrs, lowering her glasses and winking. Their faces turn scarlet-red.

‘God, I love the summer,’ Mey Mey says to herself and anyone within earshot. She does a spin as she walks, her arms raised to the cloudless sky. As she comes out of her pirouette she notices something down at the beach which is even more beautiful than the azure sky and the still, sparkling ocean: Brazilians! Two of them. Or at least, they might be Brazilians. They have that bronzed, full-woman look of a South American princess (and one of them is wearing a bikini made out of the green-and-yellow Brazilian flag). Her body on autopilot, Mey Mey immediately flicks off her heels and jumps out onto the sand, then walks with long steps towards the beauties.

And beauties they are! As Mey approaches she watches the two ladies. They’re playing volleyball over one of the permanent nets set up a little away from the shore. They seem quite good – able to dive and set and spike; but Mey Mey is much more impressed with their form than their talent; namely the form of their thick, juicy thighs as they run for the ball; and their round, heart-shaped asses as they squat for a serve; and their taut, brown stomachs, covered in sand and sweat. They look like they’re in their early twenties. ‘Delicious,’ Mey Mey thinks, licking her red lips. She decides she’s in the mood for a little competition.

The girls haven’t noticed Mey Mey as she stands off to the side, strategising how to capture and devour her prey. Finally a spike goes awry and the fluoro-green ball rolls across the sand. The woman in the Brazilian bikini chases it, but just as she bends to pick it up, two manicured hands grasp the ball. The woman’s eyes follow it as it’s lifted, seeing the legs behind it: white, long, powerful. She takes some stumbling steps backwards when her gaze meets the monster dick being held back by string. She calls something out in Portuguese (further confirming Mey’s suspicion of their origin) to her friend, who is standing with her arms dangling and mouth agape; seemingly also shocked at the sight of the statuesque, red-and-white Amazon with the horse-dick.

‘Mind if I play?’ Mey Mey asks, never a fan of beating around the bush. The first girl, still staring down with wide, unblinking eyes, mumbles something to herself. ‘Hello?’ Mey repeats, waving her hand in front of her bulging crotch.

The girl eventually snaps to, and in an adorably strong accent says: ‘Ah, yes, what?’

‘Can… I… play…?’ she asks, drawing out the words to make her English clear.

‘You want to play with us? In that?’ She points at the struggling bikini. ‘Won’t your… thing… fall out?’

‘So what if it does?’ Mey asks with a wry smile. The second woman has walked over to join the conversation. Mey Mey can’t help but take in their beauty as they stand in front of her. One – the flag-bikini girl – seems to be some gorgeous mix of black and Asian. She has a rounded face, raven, wavy hair, milk-chocolate skin, and distinctively oriental eyes. Girl number two is wearing white shorts that look painted on, and a miniscule black bikini top. She looks like the classic Spanish hottie with exotic, hazel eyes, caramel skin, and straight, dark hair with light tips. Mey’s astounded that they can have such slim waists when their legs, asses, and breasts are so fleshy they could feed several starving children.

‘What’s going on?’ White-Shorts asks, also in a strong accent. Her friend answers in their own language, the speed and intonation makes her sound almost angry. ‘You want to play, huh? Are you good?’

‘I played a little in college,’ Mey says, tossing the ball up and catching it with one hand.

‘OK,’ White-Shorts says. ‘Who you wanna play? Me or her?’ The attitude with which the woman speaks, and the way she stands with her hands on her hips is turning Mey Mey on like crazy. This fiery little mamasita will be hot as hell wrapped around her meat.

‘Both of you,’ Mey answers. ‘At the same time. And we’ll have a wager.’

‘What is this “way-jer”?’ Flag-Bikini asks; a confused look on her pretty face.

‘A wager! You know: a bet,’ Mey says. ‘If you win, I’ll buy you both lunch, and drinks for the whole afternoon.’

‘Oh yeah?’ White-Shorts says. ‘Not bad, not bad. I hope you got enough mula. And what if you win?’

‘If I win,’ Mey smiles, ‘I get to fuck both of you.’

‘You get to what?’ Flag-Bikini blurts, ‘Who the fuck you think you are? Walkin’ around like you think you’re all that, with your big dick and balls floppin’ about!’ she says, her angry eyes getting stuck with wonder as she looks down again, entertaining Mey with the shock and confusion she normally encounters on a first meeting.

Mey tosses and catches the ball again. ‘Hey, it’s two-against-one; how could I possibly win? Think of it as a free meal.’

White-Shorts pulls Flag-Bikini to the side. A seemingly fierce debate in that gorgeous language erupts, with lots of pointing and looks back over at Mey Mey. She can see White-Shorts’ small smile as she glances over; and her eyes look more than just a little hungry.

‘OK,’ they say eventually. ‘We play. But only because we know we gonna win.’

‘I’m Isadora,’ White-Shorts says, stepping forward to shake the hand of Mey, who at five-foot-eight still towers above them, ‘and my friend here is Luana.’ Flag-Bikini waves, her eyes are narrow with suspicion.

‘I’m Mey Mey. You guys can start.’ She throws the ball to Luana. ‘First to twenty-one?’

‘Sure,’ Isadora says. ‘And you can touch twice.’

‘I’ll be touching more than twice,’ Mey thinks as she takes her place on the other side of the net, bending and pressing her heaving breasts together with her arms, ready to receive the first serve.

***

‘Eighteen-to-seven,’ Mey calls out, sweat dripping from the end of her nose. The Brazilians are worried. They’ve seen incredible feats of power and speed from the other side of the net, and they’re getting close to the unimaginable: losing. Mey Mey has bounded tirelessly over the soft surface to recover shots that no mortal should have reached; setting for herself and then leaping high above the net, cock swinging out of its cradle; spiking so hard that she’s left craters in the sand.

The tourists take a time-out to strategise. Mey Mey hears high, concerned voices. They low-five and part, reenergised, both with mischievous faces. Mey prepares to serve, looking at her targets, then all of a sudden the Brazilian flag is pulled down and stunning brown globes are revealed to the world. Luana smiles brightly as she holds her top down and bends forward. She grasps her breasts with both hands and squeezes. The plan works: Mey’s serve flies over the heads of the women and lands out-of-bounds.

Luana puts her boobs away and grabs the ball, prepares to serve from their side. This time Isadora lets loose her puppies from their confines. Her red nipples are accentuated by the whites of her tan lines and Mey is hypnotised. Her cock swells and the blue bikini stretches to snapping-point. The shot lands lazily by her side. For the next serve, Isadora jumps up and down, now completely topless, and those gorgeous hills roll up-and-down and side-to-side. Mey’s string cuts into her hips with the tension, and she doesn’t notice the ball until – WUP! – it hits her left boob and falls to the ground.

She doesn’t enjoy being beaten. ‘You guys want a competition, huh?’ she says below her breath; then reaches down and rips off the blue G, tosses it behind. Her veiny beast flings out straight, glaring at her foes with its large, red muzzle. Her bush blazes and bristles.

Mey Mey’s muscles snap like a pouncing tiger’s on the next serve. Fully erect, her senses are heightened. The two girls continue with their distraction methods: tweaking nipples while winking, licking their own breasts, pulling bikinis to the side to reveal smooth lips. None of it works. It just makes their rival hornier and more eager to win.

Twenty-to-twelve. One more point. Mey serves, and Isadora pops the ball up for Luana, now also topless, who jumps high, her jugs jiggling in slow-motion, and slams it hard with an open hand. Mey leaps like lightning into its path, plants both her feet, and thrusts. Her hard dick swings upwards and bats the ball to a perfect height above the net. She flies after it and slaps it easily into a space between her dumbstruck victims.

***

After much writhing and swearing and blaming in Portuguese, Isadora walks over to Mey with Luana trailing behind. ‘OK, we honour the bet,’ she says, wiping sweat from her brow and struggling to hide her smile. ‘Where you wanna go?’ Luana still seems apprehensive, but subconsciously licks her thick lips, and keeps finding herself looking down at the pale trunk.

‘Right here,’ Mey says.

‘Wha-… Whatchu mean, “right here”?’ Luana asks, arms folded across her bare breasts.

‘I mean: come over here and get down on your pretty little knees,’ Mey Mey points to the sand at her feet. The two women look at each other, and cheeky smiles form. Isadora grabs Luana’s hand and drags her over. She then drops to her knees, and Luana watches as her friend grabs the pole and wraps her lips over its head.

‘Well?’ Mey Mey asks Luana, her hands on her hips, looking over her spectacles at the dark, exotic hottie while the end of her dick disappears into the mouth of another.

‘OK! Fuck it!’ Luana concedes and joins her friend on the ground. They take turns sucking the huge penis and licking the egg-sized balls hanging below. Mey looks out at the ocean and thinks, ‘God I love the summer!’ She looks down at Luana’s fat lips stretched wide while Isadora licks trails of saliva from the undercarriage of her meat. She savours the sight of the curved backs leading down to two apple-asses, poking out to greet the various stares of beach-bystanders. ‘These two know what they are doing,’ she thinks as her cock slides into Luana’s throat.

Mey Mey wants to fuck, fiercely. She pulls Luana up to her feet then rips her green bikini down over her sumptuous legs. She then shoves Isadora’s face into her friend’s crotch. Isadora takes the hint and laps at Luana’s pussy, which has betrayed its owner and has already been wet for some time. Taking a position behind the naked beauty, Mey Mey gets low, and slides her beast between Luana’s legs, which fits perfectly in her pronounced box-gap. It greets the hungry mouth on the other side, where Isadora takes turns licking pussy and sucking the intrusive woman-dick. Mey thrusts back-and-forth along both sets of lips, enjoying the soft velvet.

With a swift and effortless motion, she scoops the moaning Luana off the ground, holding her by the back of her legs, with her back leaning against Mey’s hard stomach and cushy tits, and tells Isadora to, ‘Put me in’. She obeys with glee, guiding the bulging cock to Luana’s entrance while spreading her lips wide. The long dick slides in; Luana screams loud, wrapping her arms backwards around Mey’s head for support as she’s filled. Isadora continues to lick – bouncing balls, thrusting shaft, and drooling pussy. Mey’s back and arms flex as she lifts and drops Luana. The tightness of the little Asian pussy makes Mey’s eyes roll back into her head more than once. It’s not long before the Latina is crying out in agonising ecstacy; juice flowing down Mey’s rod, glistening in the bright sun. The dick is ejected by a waterfall, covering Isadora’s delighted face.

Mey Mey gently places Luana on the sand on all fours, then picks Isadora up by the waist like a child and lays her on top of her friend, so they’re back-to-back, and Isadora’s tight, curvaceous legs are in the air. The tiny white shorts struggle over the ample hips as Mey pulls them off, but underneath there are no panties or bikini bottoms – just a bald, brown mound with the slimmest of tan lines to match those on her breasts.

‘You sexy little bitch,’ Mey says as she leans down to taste Isadora, delving into the tightness with her long tongue, relishing the bitter-sweet and copious broth. Removing her face, she then squats low, her knees on either side of Luana’s round ass, and directs her dick into the girl on top, spreading the lips with her wide dick, not stopping till she feels a wall and hears Isadora squeal something in her native tongue. Her pretty face looks up at Mey Mey in wide wonder. She then slides all the way out, leaving a gaping pink hole, before ramming into the crevice of the girl on all fours, easily spiking the pre-warmed pussy below.

She pleases them both with several thrusts each, swapping holes over and over again, building them up, reaching around and squeezing and slapping round asses and jelly-boobs with her hungry hands.

She stays inside Isadora for enough pumps to finally send her wailing over the edge, her feet curved at impossible angles in the air. Liquid streams down between her friend’s cheeks and down her inner thighs. Mey pulls out of the gushing cavern, searches out the other aching pussy and gives Luana another sweet release with fast, relentless pounding. The gathered crowd can just stand and watch and take video of the pale woman with the star tattoos, flexing every thick muscle and tendon while she fucks the two blubbering, buxom Brazilians.

Mey Mey has had enough. She positions the two dazed women on their knees in front of her. She then strokes her shining shaft with both hands and declares victory by covering their boobs and stomachs and faces with her white champagne.

‘For being gracious losers,’ Mey declares as the two ladies recover from their icing, and laugh at the events that have just unfolded, ‘I’m going to take you for lunch anyway. I know a good place.’ They both heartily agree, ravenous after all the exercise. Mey Mey throws Luana the green ball, wondering what challenge she could give them next. Maybe a hot-dog eating contest…

Story by Jimmy ~ Hentai Foundry ~ Blogspot

Art by Dmitrys ~ Website
Mey Mey and Foxeye belong to Amaterasu ~ Hentai Foundry

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“God Damn, she’s beautiful”. It’s a warm summer day by the waterfall. The sway of the trees and pond water from the cool breezes make up the ambient sound, along with the occasional frog, cricket and cicada. The sounds of nature are enough to hide the sudden whispers and other noises coming from the young Damien Medina. Damien, the muscular, red-skinned, horn-and-tail-having, dreadlocked, slightly tattooed & pierced Deminar managed to find a sneaky and shady spot by the pond where he could spy on a beautiful female Deminar, who is bathing near the gorgeous waterfall just merely a few feet away.

The helpless victim is Harper Xross. The crimson-skinned Vixen has incredibly deep curves, with star tattoos that run down from her ribs to her thighs on her right side, radiant violet eyes, a cute and short tail, and a sexy punk haircut; (the left half of her head is shaved, and the other with flowing black hair). Oh, and the best part about Harper? Right between her toned abs and her voluminous thighs, is a thick, long, and red veiny cock. That’s what make the Deminari race special; All their men and women have penises. This introduces an interesting dynamic for love; most Deminari females usually have male and female partners that like to either top, bottom, or both. For Harper’s case, her tough but confidently sexy personality attracts so many women to her, and she loves to please every one of them with stuffing their butts. However, although it’s rare, when she finds a male (or her girlfriend Kayden Reigns on a good day) that can match or exceed those qualities of her personality, she can’t help but let her panties drop, knees buckle, and get pounded by strong and deserving partners.

Unfortunately, Damien has failed this test. Usually, he runs rampant all over the Deminari Domain, succumbing to any urge he gets and takes whatever female available to cure him. But when he first approached Harper, he was a marshmallow; fidgeting, stuttering his words, trouble making eye contact. She thought it was cute at first, knowing Damien’s track record with the other Deminari girls, but ultimately “cute” is not the material she yearns to be a butt buddy for. However, she still found Damien to be a smoking hot hunk, and thinking about him did pique her curiosity about something else.

—

The last time they had spoken, Damien had cleaned up his image, pumped his chest out, stiffened his jaw and went to claim his woman. Damien saw Harper traveling through her usual forest path, and approached her with a keen look and swooped his way alongside her.

“Hey.” He said this more with his lustful eyes than his mouth.

“Oh, why hello there, Mr. Confident.” Harper jested in reply, throwing a playful elbow at him to thwart off his advances. Damien did not waver and just warmly smiled back.

“I know you’ve made fun of me a lot for my awkwardness in the past…” Damien swooped at Harper grabbing her shoulders and placing her against a tree, staring deep into her eyes. “But I know you’re into me.”

Damien softened his grip and his hands began to glide down to Harper’s waist. Her breathing became shallow and her mouth agape at the sudden overwhelming Damien. His eyes now turned to her lips as he motioned closer to her. “So let’s stop playing games” Damien softly growled.

Damien did not allow a millisecond of hesitation in his travel towards her lips as he embraced her for a kiss. Such spontaneous action and Damien’s deep voice did not give Harper much to argue; she accepted the kiss and wrapped her arms around his shoulders almost as if it was involuntarily. After a few seconds of tongue tasting, Harper pulled back suddenly.

“Wait” Harper said sweetly with a smirk as she gazed at him with her deep purple eyes, “How come you were so shy with me before?”

“I don’t know,” Damien said as he combed her back behind her ear “I guess you’re more special than the other girls.”

Harper responded by wrapping her arms around Damien’s waist now and planted her hips onto his. “Are you gonna fuck me in a more special way than the other girls?” Harper’s smirk became a very naughty smile.

“Oh..oh fuck yeah.” Damien slid his hand down Harper’s back and ass and tore her pants down, as Harper eagerly did the same to Damien’s pants from the front.

They started to make out, hard. And so were their cocks. Damien pressed himself up against Harper and started to massage her ass as his balls was sandwiched between hers and his beef rubbed against her pelvis. Harper swung back as well in their little swordfight. Damien loved the feel of Harper against him; Although his cock was longer by an inch or two, Harper’s was thicker by the same. It was fun to compare penises as they lightly poked each other’s stomachs and slided their cocks against each other occasionally while passionately tonguing.

It took a couple seconds, but Damien started to slow down his kissing and realized something. Harper was really rubbing his ass, a lot.
“What’s wrong?” Harper knew the jig was up and Damien was on to her. “I thought you were gonna fuck me special.” She gave him a playful slap on the ass and massaged it hard.

“Woaaah Woah!” Damien’s spine shot up like one of those pucks you hit at a carnival with a hammer to make the bell ring.

“Come on…you fuck girls the same way all the time. Guys fuck me the same way all the time. Let’s try something different. Something special, for both us.” Harper started massaging his ass again softly with one hand this time.

She kissed his lips again and slowly started to make her way down to sucking his neck softly. She took her other hand and grabbed the tip of her cock and put it right under Damien’s balls. She thrusted softly and rubbed his taint but quickly ran her dick back up his balls and stuck it right back onto Damien’s tip again so she wouldn’t startle him.

Damien was truly shocked and closed his eyes while he let out pleasured moans from his open mouth, half for the reason that Harper’s foreplay felt amazing, but the other half to figure out what the hell was going on and how he could change it in his favor. “No, this is just a test”. He thought to himself. He shifted Harper off of his neck and started to kiss her back harder. He grabbed her hands off of his ass and wrapped one up around the tree, and the other on her thigh, which he picked up and wrapped around his waist.

“I said, no more fucking games.” He stared hard into Harper’s eyes as she held her mouth open at being overpowered by Damien. “I came here to fuck your ass.” He swung his mouth to hers and latched onto her lips for one quick deep kiss “And I’m gonna fuck it good.”

He let go of Harper’s arm and grabbed his cock, and shifted his body to get a good angle to enter her ass. Harper had butterflies in her stomach. This is what she wanted from him all along. She held on to the tree behind her to prepare for her ass ramming. But a split second passed by and she remembered her stubborn plan and felt something was still missing.

“Wait, wait, wait. Damien, baby, listen.” She reached down to grab his cock and stop him. “I’m older than you, I’ve got more experience….Let me fuck you first to show you how I like it” Even being pinned up against a tree, Harper was still domineering with her control.

“Come on, Harper. My ass isn’t that nice. If you want a nice ass to fuck, go find Kayden, your girlfriend.” Their legs were relaxed a bit now and they moved a bit father from each other that only the tips of their dicks were kissing now. “You’re here to get this dick right now.” Damien leaned his forehead onto Harper.

“I know Daddy. And I will, I want you, badly. But right after you get mine first.” Harper ran her hands through Damien’s locks and rested it at his neck, staring deep into him with her purple eyes again. “It would turn me on so much getting fucked by a guy and knowing that his ass is full with my cum.” Damien smiled as Harper planted soft kisses on his cheek.

“Hehe. That makes zero, fucking sense.” He was just playing this off like it was still a test.

“I know it sounds weird. But sometimes feeling something is better than hearing. So turn the fuck around and let me show you!”

Harper was done talking and spun Damien around quickly. She started to rub his chest and slammed her cock right between his ass cheeks. He felt her ballsack slap against his taint. She rubbed herself on the outside of his asshole to tease it, and this was like a lightning bolt for Damien.

“GAH!” He had to jump out and somersaulted away from Harper. She had lost her balance and was kneeling forward a bit.

“Heh. Damien! Our cocks are rock hard and our balls are full of cum! Don’t let it go to waste. Let’s make love!” Harper said this with the most sinister grin.

At this point he didn’t know if this was just a long game of making fun of him or if she was truly obsessed with his ass now. Damien was breathing heavily as he kneeled on the ground. He just clutched a pile of dirt in his hands not knowing what to do.

“Fuuuuuuck…” he growled as he gritted his teeth in frustration.

Harper just smiled back at him as she bit her lip and slapped her thumb slowly against her cock to make it bounce up and down. Realizing that she might have come off too strong she took a deep breath and put her knees together and kneeled on the ground as well in front of Damien. She was really horny and started stroking slowly.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I came off too strong there.” She placed her hand on Damien’s face to comfort him.

Damien was silent, he felt backed into a corner.

“It was rude of me to try and fuck you like that” Damien looked down and relaxed his shoulders a bit. “Without any lube first.”

He looked up quickly back at Harper and started to crawl back and make some distance between them again. Her mischievous smile returned.

“Come here baby.” Harper leaned back and spread one leg out, and kept her thumb on her cock steady to keep it from leaning with her. “Let me hold on to those horns while you slobber on me, that sounds good right?”

Damien’s cock twitched as his mouth started to salivate as he stared at Harper’s thick veiny meat. He lunged his hand out to start to crawl forward, his other hand controlling his twitching cock.

“You know I’m good at this, you can relax and let me make you cum this way.” Harper was frustrated and wasn’t willing to play along for the plan and rolled her eyes and face-palmed.

“Nooo Damien!” She leaned all the way back now and raised her pelvis up in the air with her hands on her thighs and slowly gyrated through the air. “You come over here and suck my cock right now. And then, you’re gonna sit on my lap! I’ll let you control the pace that way, it’ll be so easy…” Harper was getting lost in her lust and her gyration and started to moan.

Damien ran his hands through his dreadlocks and sighed heavily. He shook his head and stood up with a stern look on his face.

“Damien. If you turn around and walk away right now,” Harper sat up and turned her hand upside down and stroked slowly “I will lust for your ass even more. And when I get it, which I will, I won’t be gentle.”

—

Wooooosh!

“Aahhh!” Harper lets out a girlish scream as she wraps her arms and shields her breasts from the strong breeze. Her body being completely soaked from the lake water made her really susceptible to the breeze. “Holy fuck! My nipples are all hard now.”

Harper takes this opportunity to focus on washing her breasts. Damien’s eyes widen and he adjusts his seat on the rock he’s sitting on to get a good view.

“Yeaaaah. That’s right. Play with them titties girl.”

As much as he would want to be motor-boating her boobs right now, he can’t. Damien has not faced Harper since their last meeting. He couldn’t agree to her terms but his dick wants what his dick wants. This was his temporary fix until he improves his plan.

“I should hurry up before another breeze hits, fuck, this seemed like a good idea.” Harper starts picking up the pace, and begins to move down to wash her lower body. “Damn it’s nice being a woman but I’ve got so much skin to clean up!” Harper starts to splash water and rub her ass and thighs.

Her body is jiggling everywhere as she’s trying to wash herself off fast. This is Damien’s favorite part. He’s at the edge of his rock-stool now and he’s moved into full fapping-gear before he runs out of time.

“Awww yeaah baby shake that ass!” Damien loudly whispers.

Legs spread, shoulders tense, breathing heavily. He was reaching the pinnacle and Harper’s glistening wet voluptuous body was the best guide. Harper had bent over now and started rubbing her ass more thoroughly.

“Ohhhh shiiiit!” This was it. Another 20 seconds or so and he would cream all over the poor plants in front of him. “Yessssssssss….!”

PLOP!

Damien froze. His eyes and mouth flung open as he felt something heavy fall on his shoulder.

“Whatthe–mmmmm”

Story by Midnite Delite ~ Hentai Foundry
Art by Arbuz Budesh ~ Hentai Foundry ~ Tumblr ~ Patreon
Harper belongs Ninja Oi ~ Hentai Foundry ~ Tumblr
Damien Medina belongs to Midnite Delite

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