SEX

As a young frontier town, it doesn’t take long to reach Kelly’s home, a prefabricated
bungalow. Despite being prefabricated, it’s roomy enough, with separate rooms for
kitchen, living room, bathroom and bedroom. Kelly’s taken steps to make it more “homey”,
but you don’t get much of a chance to observe these; the moment you are inside, she
turns and hungrily kisses you, rubbing herself against your front and letting you feel her
erections and the hardness of her nipples as she grinds on you. You push the amorous
laquine away for a moment. You can’t get to the good bit if she’s still dressed. She pants
heartily in her lust, swallows, and nods dumbly in agreement, stepping back and holding
still to let you take her clothes off. You immediately work the button on her jeans shorts
and pull the zipper down. You don’t even have to pull it down yourself, as her erections
jump up like accusing fingers, knocking her lower garments down as they begin to bead.
She’s really looking forward to this, huh? “Gee, and here I thought I was always this
horny,” Kelly replies, her sarcasm less than effective when she giggles at it a heartbeat
later. Evidently she’s not content to wait for you, though, as her “top” promptly drifts to the
floor beside you. “There I am... so, do I get to return the favor?” she asks, licking her lips.
It’s not like you have anything to hide, you smile. She smiles back and steps in closer to
remove your dress clothes, plain bra and plain briefs; she doesn’t rip it off of you, like you
might have expected, but she visibly savors everything that is revealed, tongue darting out
to caress your eye-catching bud as she makes her way down your chest, loudly inhaling
your musk as she exposes your loins. “Mmm... much better,” she declares, standing up
again. “So, honey, had anything in particular in mind, now that we’re here...?” (L: +10)
ORAL
Kelly grins widely upon hearing your proposal. “Somebody’s feeling hungry, eh? Well
then...” she turns and beckons you to follow her as she heads for the dining room table.
With a single graceful motion she springs atop it, momentarily posing with one legs
outstretched to help show off her haunches, then curling her legs so that she is kneeling
before the edge. Her twin erections bob proudly before her, jutting a foot over the edge as
she raises her torso and puts her hands on her ample hips. “Dinner’s on me, honey;
today’s special is honey-glazed footlongs. Get ‘em while they’re hot,” she declares,
throwing you a saucy wink.

SUCK
You stroke her topmost shaft, admiring it. The texture, the warmth, the way it throbs before
you. Her flared tip has already worked itself into a translucent, yellowish honey-glaze. It
drips down with each little twitch of her shaft. Encircling her pole with a hand, you gently
test it with a squeeze. This nets you a small burst of pre from her tip. Truly, Kelly has one
fine pair of juicy horse-dongs. Well, time for dessert! You lick your lips and glomp her
topmost shaft without hesitation. A great humming moan of approval blossoms from the
laquine’s throat, Kelly’s eyes closing as she savors the feel of your warm, wet mouth
closing around her glans. “Yeah... sugar, you sure have a sweet mouth,” she purrs, a throb
pulsing along her shaft so you can feel it against your tongue, leaking sweet pre-cum
syrup unabashedly into your mouth and down onto the table. “Why don’t you show me just
how sweet?” she suggests. Rolling your eyes at her antics, you begin bobbing your head.
“Oh, yeah,” Kelly groans in pleasure at your ministrations, arching her back slightly. A
delighted grin on her lips, she places one hand atop your head, gently stroking your red
hair, a hum of appreciation dripping from her lips as she lovingly kneads at your scalp. Her
lower shaft bumps against your neck, smearing her honeyed-pre with each bop. With a
smile, or at least as much of one as you can manage with a footlong of horse-cock up your
mouth, you move your hands to encircle her other shaft, the one on her shaft proper
stroking her languidly, a loose grip on the way down, strong grip on the way up. The one
on her flared head busies itself by smearing her leaking pre around her flare, your hands
moving to open her cumvein whenever you feel you could use a fresh batch. Naturally,
you’re not going to forget about the delicious honey-baguette inside your mouth. You roll
her shaft around, smearing her delicious pre all over your taste buds, enjoying each throb
as you deepen your bobs, intent on deep throating her. From the moans and grunts
bubbling from the laquine’s throat, she’s enjoying your ministrations all too well. You can
hear her tongue slapping wetly against her breast as it lolls from pleasure-slackened jaws,
slurping noisily as she realizes what she’s done and sucks it back inside. Her fingers atop
your scalp start to clench, but she forces herself to stop before she might hurt you in her
enthusiasm. Instead, her hand moves slightly, to keep you in place and to help her
balance, even as her hips start to buck slowly, thrusting her into your mouth in clumsy time
with your own bobbing, spare cock sliding through your fingers and bobbing meatily
against your chin. In her eagerness, she wriggles forward on her knees, inching closer to
the edge. You move a hand to knead her balls, coaxing them to produce more tasty honey
for you. Kelly’s movements help you open your throat and her moving a bit closer makes
your job easier. You redouble your efforts at pleasuring her, collecting some pre leaking
from her lower shaft to smear it atop her upper shaft like a perverted frosting. This slows
your rhythm a bit, but you make up for it by gently using your lips to massage her shaft,
just behind her flare. A trill of bliss bursts from Kelly’s lips, interrupted when you start
smearing her precum along her upper shaft by a faint giggle and a full-body shiver that you
can feel right through the cock in your mouth. The laquine’s ticklish, it seems... but it also
seems that she rather enjoys it, since she inches forward again, trying to avoid moving in
such a way that she’ll accidentally pop her dick from your mouth, her other hand joining
the first atop your head to help her balance. Not that you don’t appreciate her enthusiasm,
but if she keeps moving like that she’ll miss the table sometime soon. You would warn her
if you weren’t so busy with her cock stuffed in your mouth. Surely she must realize this?
Evidently, no, she doesn’t realize it. She just keeps on blindly inching forward, a slave to
her lusts and her fixation on your mouth, pumping her hips even as she crawls forward.
Finally, she pushes her luck too far; as you are lifting your head back along her shaft, she
pumps forward in an effort to keep it inside of your mouth, only to lose her balance
completely! With a startled yelp, Kelly falls clean off the table, sending it clattering off its
legs behind her as she hurtles down right on top of you! You steel yourself to catch the
falling laquine as you immediately hop back to avoid getting hurt by the crashing table.
Though you manage to catch her, you’re not strong enough to heft her up and avoid falling
on your ass. Luckily you’re still able to bend in a way to avoid any serious injury as the
loud bang of wood-meets-floor resounds around the kitchen. Quickly recovering from the
sudden events, you ask if Kelly is all right. Kelly groans slightly, then shakes her head and
smiles at you. “Yeah, honey, I’m just fine. Can’t believe I got so careless,” she sighs, more
than a little exaggeration in her tone as she adds, “I guess I’m a bit more of a bimbo than I
like to think.” You take her by the chin and give her a tender kiss. It’s fine, you like her just
the way she is. Bimbo or not. She smiles softly, eyes closing as she kisses you back, arms
draping themselves gently around your neck as she leans in as close as she can. When
you release her, she nuzzles tenderly against your cheek. “I like me the way I am too... but
I like the way you are a whole lot more,” she giggles. Right... now about your dessert?
You’re not done yet. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she giggles. Lifting herself daintily from
your lap, the horny laquine sashays over to a chair that remained standing when she
brought down the table. With an exaggerated flick of her tail - and the luscious ass
underneath - she plonks herself down upon it, her balls hanging comfortably over the
edge, grinning as she awaits your approach. You spread her legs and kneel before her, but
before you continue you’re just going to have to confirm. “You’re going to stay in your seat
this time, right?” Kelly pouts indignantly. “Yes, I am,” she huffs, turning her nose up at the
comment that has so wounded her pride. You chuckle at her reaction. Well, no sense in
dilly-dallying. You lean over her twin masts and give the lower one a soft kiss, right on its
flared tip. A soft titter escapes her, and she wriggles on her seat in ticklish pleasure at the
kiss. “Mmm, that feels nice,” she croons, arching her back as if for emphasis. “You’re the
best girlfriend a girl could ever hope to have...” she sighs. “Mmm, I would kill for another
minute between those lips,” she purrs, her tongue lavishly caressing her own pouting,
kissable lips before she turns her attention back towards you. “Kiss me some more?” she
asks hopefully, giving you a surprisingly innocent look for such a lusty bunny. Since she’s
asked so nicely.... You move to her topmost shaft and give it a similar treatment, extending
your tongue to tease her cumslit. She lets out an appreciative moan at the gesture, eyes
half-closing as she savors the contact of flesh on flesh. You lean over to the side, licking
along her lengths. Your hands cup her flares to collect some of her sweet honey and
spread it along her members as you continue to lick her ponies like a pair of honeyed
lollipops. You kiss along her length, delivering teasing licks to the part where her sheath
connects to her cocks and even suckling behind her flare. You draw her cock with you as
you pull away with your suckling kiss to let it slap lewdly on its twin, sending both shafts
bobbing and flinging her pre about. Each touch you make elicits a shiver or a squeak of
pure delight from the laquine, and when you make the two dicks slap against each other,
she moans like a whore. “Mmm, you kiss good,” she purrs, but then opens her eyes wide
into a pleading look. “But won’t you please suck on me, now? Pretty please?” she begs,
lips curled into her sexiest pout, arms moved just so to press her boobs together most
enticingly. With a smile, you reply, “Sure thing.” Without further ado you return to her
topmost shaft and opening your mouth, you slide her cock in. Your hands waste no time in
kneading her lower shaft, pressing, turning and rubbing it like soft clay ready to be molded
by an artisan’s hand. Kelly’s mouth opens in a soft mewl of delight, eyes closing as she
loses herself in your ministrations. Her hands reach out to your head, caressing your
cheeks before placing themselves atop your scalp, but she makes no move to plunge you
further down her shaft, nor does she buck her hips; evidently, she’s waiting to see you
make the next step. You pull away from her top shaft with a pop. Time to give some
attention to its twin. Your hands migrate to her upper shaft while your mouth kisses and
then suckles her lower one in. “Oh, yes,” she purrs absently, clearly approving of your
actions. You continue teasing and switching her shafts around, submitting both of her
ponies to the ministrations provided both by your mouth and your kneading hands. You
can only guess how that must feel for the shuddering bee-laquine. Kelly’s hands are
clenched tight atop your head, her eyes screwed shut. Wordless gasps and mewls of
pleasure bubble from her throat, any coherence driven from her by your touch. With the
way she’s throbbing both in your mouth and on your hands, you reckon she won’t last
much longer. Now you’ve got a choice to make. With some technique you might be able to
close off one of her shafts and make those churning balls of hers pump all their sweet load
up the topmost shaft. This way you could drink it all. Or you could just let her paint you with
her lower shaft while you enjoy a lighter load from her topmost shaft. (L: +15)

DRINK
Without so much as a warning, you deepthroat her topmost shaft and clamp down her
lower one, right at the base, in a vice-like grip. “Ack!” She squeals, her whole body
clenching in her chair. “Honey, w-wha-?” She moans in pleasure, her whorish cry choking
off whatever it was that she was about to say. Smiling inwardly, you swallow, letting your
throat muscles milk her shaft. Kelly hisses loudly, her legs folding in to encircle your
shoulders and keep you in place. She bucks her hips once, twice, and then cries out as
she climaxes. You can feel her cock bloating in your hands as it struggles in vain to force
half of her monstrous cumshot out around your hands, but your grip is certain and only a
comparatively small, almost pathetic river gushes out, smearing itself all along your arm
and squirting weakly onto your mounds. But with that dick blocked, the rest of it is going
right into the other one, which is erupting like a honey-volcano squarely into your mouth. If
you hadn’t been smart enough to deep-throat her, there would have been no way you
could handle all that she’s giving you. It’s like an endless cascade of sperm-laden
sweetness, flowing straight down your throat, so fast and so furious that some of it bubbles
back around her dick despite your intentions and floods back into your mouth. Sweetness
coats your tongue as it trickles around your lips, but most of it’s going right where it
belongs: down inside your greedy belly. You can feel your stomach stretching as it is
inundated with the flood of modded laquine semen, the weird pain-pleasure sensations
crackling along your nerves and dancing along your skin as she just keeps on cumming
and cumming. The vague thought that you might have bitten off more than you can chew
dances across your forebrain, but is lost in the sensory overload. You can’t even feel
Kelly’s other pathetic streamer as it splashes over your well-rounded breasts and stomach;
all you can feel is the sensation of being bloated, a sensation that just keeps on getting
stronger and more intense with every second. Gods, it’s almost orgasmic.... Finally, with
some very unlady-like grunts and moans, Kelly’s monstrous orgasm comes to an end, her
shafts going slack against you. From above, you can hear her heaving for breath, panting
like a marathon runner who just finished a four-minute mile. “By all the old gods, that was
intense,” she sighs eventually, utter satisfaction dripping from her words. Tension suddenly
fills her body as she remembers that she wasn’t alone for this climax. “Oh gods - honey,
are you okay?!” she yelps. You pull away with a grunt, coughing shortly after. With a groan
you pat your distended belly. That was quite a load she was carrying. Still you could use a
little more sweetness. You lean over and lift her previously neglected lower shaft, sucking
on its flared tip like a straw and draining her of every little bit of stray honey that might’ve
escaped through your grip. Kelly bites her lip and whimpers in pleasure as you complete
your task of emptying her, then lets out a laugh of equal parts amusement and disbelief.
“I’ve heard of gluttons for punishment before, sugar, but you take the honeycake,” she
giggles, reaching down a hand to gently stroke your cheek. “So, are you full now?
Because if the answer is no,” a quick glance down at your monstrously bloated stomach
and the smirk on her face makes it clear she’s not expecting a “no” from you, “I have to
confess I can’t give you anymore. I think you’ve literally sucked me dry,” she declares. Her
tone tries to be lamentful, but the self-satisfied smile that splits her face makes a total lie of
the effort. Yeah, you’ll have to refuse. How about she help you get on the couch so you
can have a few moments to rest? “Sure thing, sugar,” she replies with a grin. Unfurling her
legs from around you, she clambers off of her chair, wobbling a little at first as she takes
the floor. Once her own legs are straight beneath her, she leans down to help you up,
offering you her shoulder and struggling to lift you to your feet. “Ooof! You’re heavy,
honey,” she complains, even as she starts awkwardly walking to over to the couch. She
carefully makes sure that you’re ready first, and then lowers you down; the springs
complain a little, but it holds up under you. Thanking her for the aid, you let her know you
just need a quick rest before you go on your way. She’s really filled you up with her special
dessert. Kelly nods absently, even as she drums idly on your belly with her fingertips, an
introspective look on her face. Finally, she nods again and looks you in the eye. “Sugar?
There’s an old laquine home remedy for helping folks in your... situation... to get over it
quicker. You want me to give it a shot?” she purrs as she asks. As if to give you a clue as
to what she means, her fingers trail playfully down your belly towards your loins, her
tongue slurping lewdly from her mouth and flailing in the air before her before she sucks it
back inside. You can’t do much in your condition, so you tell her, “Sure, go on.” Kelly grins
the grin of a cat who’s about to get all the cream she wants. “Trust me, you’re going to love
this,” she purrs, already starting to kneel down before you, eventually vanishing beneath
your stomach. (L: +35)

COCK
Placing her hands on the couch beside your thighs for support, Kelly closes her eyes and
leans in, sniffing deeply as she brings her nose close to your nethers, a contemplative
expression on her face. “Hmm... wonderful aroma, with a nice, rich bouquet, full of subtle
complexities...” she declares in her best “upper-class woman” voice. Then she opens her
eyes and giggles at you, grinning widely. “Or, in language real people use, you smell totally
yummy, sweetie,” she declares. Her brow furrows and she lifts a hand to rub her chin in
thought. “I wonder if you taste as nice as you smell....” Only one way to find out. You lean
back, waiting for her to begin. Kelly giggles and opens her mouth, letting her tongue loll out
to its full foot-long length. She moves her head a little closer, but otherwise remains still; it
is her tongue that begins to move, its narrow point of a tip reaching down to touch the very
base of your beast-dick and then gliding smoothly upwards, gently wrapping itself around
the curve of your shaft as it does so until it has given you a long, wet lick. It darts back into
her mouth and the laquine smacks her lips, before letting it slide forward again. This time,
it teasingly wraps itself around your pointed cock-head, coiling around your glans until it
has been enveloped in a warm, wet cocoon of flesh, which ripples gently against the
heated skin. You sigh in pleasure. Licking is good, but what you need is the warm mouth of
an eager cum-bunny and a pair of soft, puffy lips to envelop your shaft. With a wet slurp,
Kelly’s tongue snaps back between her lips and she smirks up at you. “Oh, sugar-flower,
no mere mouth will ever match my tongue,” she boasts. Before you can think to say
anything, her tongue darts out of her mouth like a perverse snake, coiling itself around and
around your dick until she has completely enveloped as much of it as she can in warm,
wet tongue-flesh. She squeezes, not hard enough to hurt, but with delicious firmness, and
then her tongue starts to undulate, rippling against your flesh and bobbing up and down
ever-so-slightly upon your length. Okay, maybe she’s onto something, you admit whilst
stifling a moan. In that case you’ll just let her take the lead. As best she can with her mouth
hanging open, Kelly grins a triumphant grin at hearing that. She mumbles something that
could be, “That’s a good girl,” and then turns her attention to the matter at hand. Or
perhaps, more accurately, at tongue. Like a tentacle, the prehensile length of her yellow
tongue ripples across your prickflesh, squeezing and kneading, slurping and lapping, all in
the same sets of motions. Her warmth envelops the sensitive meat of your shaft, so tight
you can feel the tiny buds of her tastebuds, wet drool slathering itself over your heated
flesh. Her head moves only minimally, just enough to facilitate her tongue as it slides up
and down, occasionally tightening or loosening a coil for maximum effect. And all the while,
her eyes look up at you knowingly, basking in your expressions as she works to pleasure
you. At one point, she unwinds her tongue partially, exposing some of the lower parts of
your dick to the comparatively cooler air. Her reason for doing so becomes clear as the
pointed tip flickers up to your narrow glans, dipping in gently towards your cumslit. An
audible slurping noise reaches your ears as her perverse appendage uses its hollow tip to
suckle at your precum, sucking up the beads of sex-juice washing down over its length
before drinking straight from your “tap.” You’re unable to resist bucking into her tongue’s
grasp, shooting her a warning that if she keeps this up you’re going to cum. Kelly’s tongue
twitches, squeezing you a little, and now she moves, lifting her head to bring it closing
down over your cock, swallowing all of it, until you can feel it pushing against the back of
her throat. With no hesitation, she continues impaling herself upon you, letting you slide
into the hot, wet depths of her throat without so much as a hint of a gag reflex. Her tongue
continues to dance madly around your prick, sliding down to slide teasingly over your
baseball-sized testicles, ticklishly tracing your stretched nutsack. The confines of Kelly’s
tight throat sucking down your length is too much to bear. With a cry of pleasure you twitch
and grab her head, holding her in place as your balls churn and you let loose your lust
upon the receptive bunny’s cock-sleeve of a throat. Your load of cum vanishes down
Kelly’s throat like water down a drain, with barely a gurgle of effort as she swallows. From
the blissed look on her face as her eyes sink closed to savor its flavor, and the hum of
contentment that rumbles delightfully across your now-limp shaft, she enjoyed it all the
same. Her tongue writhes around your swallowed length, painstakingly lapping you clean
before she pops wetly free of you, dabbing at your glans with her tongue before settling
back on her knees and looking at you. “So... was it everything I promised? Hmm?” she
asks you, a cocky smirk on her lips. You gotta admit, she has one hell of a mouth on her
pretty face. That was pretty good. “Thanks for that,” you say, giving her a friendly pat on
the head. She croons in pleasure, leaning in to your hand, eyes half-closed. “Mmm, the
pleasure was all mine,” she replies. As fun as that was, you should be going. You pat Kelly
once more and run off to put your dress clothes, plain bra, plain briefs and gear back on.
Satisfied that everything is in place, you wave as you leave Kelly’s place. “Goodbye,
sugar! Don’t be a stranger now; drop by any time,” the laquine calls to you. A mischievous
grin on her lips, she adds, “Especially when you have a nice, big, thick, well-aged load for
me,” she giggles, closing the door as she steps back inside.

FLIRT
You are not taking no for an answer. Without giving her time to react, you grab her by the
shoulder and draw her into a kiss. Stunned, she doesn’t put up any resistance as you
thrust your tongue into her mouth, tasting her as you maneuver yourself over her table.
She almost starts kissing you back before she comes to her senses and pushes you back.
“Bitz! What the hell!? I already told you we can’t flirt-” You silence her with a finger, not
bothering to grace her with a reply. You want her, and you want her now! As a matter of
fact... you know she wants you too, if the bulge in her skirt is any indication. You duck
under her table, struggling a bit before you can get her belt undone, and pulling her skirt
down. Her twin erections spring out of the once-restraining fabric, bouncing eagerly into
place before you, already starting to ooze an orangey syrup-like precum from their flat
heads, a sweet scent wafting from them. She moans plaintively. “Bitz, seriously... we
can’t... I can’t get caught,” she protests. “Then you’ll just have to stay quiet and pretend
nothing is happening,” you reply without a care. Now to give these tasty morsels before
you the treatment they deserve.... She bites her lip at that, visibly wrestling with the
dilemma before her. On the one hand, she clearly does fear for her job. On the other hand,
that this has her turned on is as obvious as the straining cocks in your hands. “I... oooh,
alright. Make sure no one spots you,” she says, sliding her chair forwards in an attempt to
further conceal you, unintentionally thrusting one of her flared tips against your lips. You
knew she’d come around. Casually, you extend your tongue to lap off a dollop of syrupy
pre off her offered cock, earning yourself a barely suppressed moan from above your
head, a quiver racing down Kelly’s body and visibly shuddering through her shafts.
Emboldened, you lean forward to meet the tip of the closest dick and gently lap at its blunt
glans with your tongue, allowing the strange, sweet, sugary taste of her pre-cum to roll
across your tongue. Finding it to your liking, you gently continue to lick it, switching over to
her second cock to catch the precum dripping from it when the first one is rendered
momentarily clean. Kelly makes no sound, and you can just envision her biting her lip to
keep from doing so, but her enjoyment is made quite clear. Without further ado, you guide
her tip into your mouth and engulf it in warm wetness. A moaning sigh escapes her, a spurt
of sweet syrup hitting your tongue. The taste of it assaults your senses with sweetness
from her pre-cum, tinged with the salt from her skin. You caress the length in your mouth
with your tongue, moving your petite lips as you bob your head gently back and forth. Your
hands, now freed, stroke the other shaft in rhythm so that it won’t get lonely while you tend
to this one. She bites back any noises she may be tempted to make, but from the way she
twitches and the firmness of her dick in your mouth, you know she’s enjoying this. Her
second cock butts insistently against your chin, as if demanding you pay attention to it too.
Having tasted enough of her first horsehood, you decide to switch to the other and give it
the same treatment, tasting more of her sweetness as you do so. She does moan at that,
softly, but then stiffens - and not in a way that shows she’s enjoying the feel of your tongue
on her hot flesh. “Bitz! Ix-nay on that! Somebody’s here,” she hisses to you urgently. “Why,
hello there, and welcome to Xenogen Research Labs, where the wonders of biotechnology
never cease! My name is Kelly, the receptionist - how may I help you today?” she says in
the same professional yet friendly tone she first used when you arrived - clearly
addressing this to her new customer. You consider stopping for a moment... but what
would be the fun in that? Besides, you’re too absorbed in your task to bother stopping now.
You release her current cock and immediately engulf the other one, continuing your
switcheroo blowjob. Kelly’s whole body twitches, but she somehow avoids letting out
anything other than a tiny squeak when you switch over. “Y-you’re here for your
appointment sir - er, madam? Yes, of c-course I can he-elp you,” she says, struggling to
keep her words level and even despite your assault on her tender parts. One foot delivers
a pointed kick to your ribs, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to warn you not to push
her further. You cough around her cock at the kick. Not too happy, you release her cocks
and grab the offending foot instead. Then, with an evil smirk, you begin tickling between
her toes. “Ach! Ah - no! No, I’m fine, madam! J-just a slight cramp in my legs,” Kelly says
desperately, trying to wriggle her foot out of your hand... though that might just be her
jolting around as you tickle her. Looks like you’ve caught a sweet spot for doing that to
her.... You let go of her foot, confident she won’t kick you again, and resume your sucking
and massaging of her cocks. The sound of Kelly’s fingers flying across her keyboard can
be heard, and she comments with open relief. “Ah, here you are, madam. Please, follow
the green line to reach your destination,” she informs her customer. Her voice quivers a
little, but evidently she pulled it off, as you can hear her customer leaving. “Oh, gods...”
she whimpers quietly, her self-control crumbling under your pleasurable onslaught. You
feel her cocks throb in your grasp; looks like she doesn’t have long. With that in mind you
switch again and redouble your efforts. As your mouth envelops and caresses the second
dick, your hands move, fingers teasingly trailing down both of the laquine’s engorged
lengths to reach her inhumanly stuffed sac. Four nuts the size of grapefruits sway under
your caressing fingers, black fur stretched taut over their liquid contents. Even as you
suckle hungrily at each dick in turn, your fingers stroke her swollen balls, sliding
underneath to find the dampness of her pussy, which ripples invitingly at the touch of your
fingers. You stroke her plump netherlips, feeling them drool her slick lube across your
fingers, then gently slide them in - ah! She was waiting for that, it seems. You feel her cunt
clench down around your fingers, uncaring of the fact they are not a prick, squeezing you
tightly and rippling around you as if trying to milk you of the semen that your digits do not,
in fact, have. You wriggle them inside of her as best you can, as much to try and find a way
to slip free of the silken vice they are trapped in as to pleasure her. She visibly quakes and
shudders, grapefruit-sized balls swaying back and forth, cunt spasming and opening wide
enough to let you pull your fingers free. “C-can’t hold it back,” she moans, her whole body
twitching as she fights against the inevitable. You hear her clattering around the contents
of her desk as she grabs for something, before her hand thrusts itself into view, an
abnormally large-sized coffee-mug in her grip. (L: +31)

Not feeling in the mood for a belly-bloating, you wetly pop your mouth free of the cock
currently in it and take hold of both of the long, swollen shafts, snatching the mug from
Kelly’s hand and positioning it to catch the resultant semen. You watch in lustful
amusement as Kelly’s twin glans flare out, swelling into wide flattened heads, visibly
bulging as her four balls unleash their copious load. The scent of honey fills the air an
instant before great spurts of syrupy orange semen come flying from her dicks, splattering
thickly into the mug and rolling over your fingers. You close your eyes to avoid being
blinded, the overpowering sweetness filling the air as Kelly just keeps on cumming, and
cumming.... The mug fills rapidly, but her production is way more than it can hold, and
soon it’s just pouring over the rim and puddling messily upon the floor. By the time she
stops at last, you are kneeling in a puddle that is sluggishly oozing into a surreptitious
drain. “Oh... gods, gods, gods,” she whines softly as her impressive balls finally empty
themselves, her shafts going soft. She gestures for the mug and you hand her the sticky,
slowly sloshing cup to her, whereupon she lifts it back out of sight. She pants heavily and
repeatedly, slowly catching her breath as she comes down from the pleasure of her climax.
Happy that you brought your laquine lover over the edge, you crawl away and emerge
from under her desk with a pleased smile of accomplishment. She just sits there for a
moment, eyes looking at you as you stand up again. When you get close enough, though,
her hand shoots out like lightning, cracking audibly against your cheek. “Jackass! Just
what were you thinking?! I told you that I can’t be caught fucking around on the job - I’d
lose my position here!” She snaps at you. “All I wanted was for you to wait two minutes
whilst I sorted that out, you have any idea how much risk you put me in with those little
games of yours?!” She snarls, panting again in her anger. You rub your cheek and throw
her an apology, admitting that maybe you were a little out of line. She takes a deep breath
and then slowly exhales it, visibly calming down. “And with that out of the way... thank you.
That really was exactly what I needed, all things considered. Oh!” She giggles softly.
“Come here a sec, please?” As you bend your face closer to hers, she closes her eyes and
sticks her tongue out, the yellow appendage snaking sinuously through the air and gently
lapping at the corner of your mouth, drawing slowly over your lips and then retracting. She
opens her eyes with a coy smile. “I sprayed you with some,” she says by way of
explanation. Then her hands grab you and pull you into a full-on kiss, her tongue
authoritatively thrusting itself into your mouth, trying to dominate you with its supple length.
You are a bit stunned by her initial move, but quickly recompose yourself and kiss her
back. Your tongues and lips wrestle for a pleasurable minute or two. As she breaks the
kiss she sighs in satisfaction. “Just don’t do that again, buster,” she warns you, a twinkle in
her eye. She stretches herself luxuriantly after she releases you. “Now, I really need a
drink,” she comments, gently taking the mugful of her jism she captured earlier and taking
a swig. With the ease that bespeaks of plenty of practice, she chugs the whole thing, then
licks her lips clean, her eyes darting in your direction. “Down, girl; you’ve had your fun for a
while.” She gets to her feet and pulls up her skirt, refastening her belt with a strangely
authoritative gesture. Once that’s done, she starts to push you towards the door. “Come
on, let’s get you out of here before you get any more bright ideas,” she says, but she’s
grinning as she does so. You don’t bother protesting as you are shoved towards the door
by the eager modded laquine. As she gets you to the door proper, she stops. “Don’t be a
stranger though, okay, honey?” she asks with a grin you can just hear, then pushes you
through. The door closes itself behind you, but you can hear a brief conversation coming
from inside. “Good morning, Ms. Epona,” an unfamiliar voice says. “Ah! G-good morning,
sir,” she replies. “So, you’re still wearing that special honey-scented perfume of yours?
Might I suggest you start wearing a little less, please? The whole lobby smells like a
beehive.” “Oh! Ah, yes, yes sir, I’ll keep that in mind,” she apologetically replies. You leave
with a knowing chuckle.
BAR TALK
Kelly visibly brightens up when she sees you approaching her. “Bitz! Honey, it’s good to
see you,” she jubilantly professes, then looks a little shifty. “I... ah, I had something I
wanted to get off my chest.” You look at her in curiosity. What is it? “Can we step outside
for a little while? Take a walk together? This isn’t something I want to really go over, not
with so many prying ears around,” she sighs. Seeing no reason to refuse, you accept her
invitation, prompting her to lead the way. A grateful smile crosses her face as she stands
up and leads you towards the door and out into the streets. As she starts leading you
along the road, she sighs softly to herself. “Alright... I wanted to talk about us,” she informs
you. “See, I’ve been thinking....” She stops talking there, closing her eyes and rubbing her
temples with thumb and forefinger, visibly puzzling over how to say whatever it is she
wants to say. Opening her eyes, she throws a half-hearted kick at a nearby stone, sending
it clattering away, before she takes a deep breath. “Well, what I’m trying to say is, I’ve been
having some conflicts with my lifestyle, since we started hanging out together,” she admits.
Conflicts? You’re not causing her any trouble, are you? “No, certainly not!” she chuckles.
“Sweet thing like you would never be any trouble,” she adds, still grinning at the thought.
“No, the problem is this....” She stops and looks down an alleyway, pointedly not meeting
your eyes. “Before we met, I... wasn’t exactly Miss Chastity Mhen’ga, you know? I mightn’t
have come to the bar looking for it every night, but if I felt like a sweet bit of tail or a nice
piece of meat, I certainly didn’t hesitate to go and hunt it down. Some might have looked
down on me for that, but I didn’t care. Still don’t, if I’m being honest,” she notes as an
aside. “But... nowadays, I don’t want to do that anymore. Go chasing for one night stands,
I mean.” Oh? She inhales deeply, then turns to face you again, looking you straight in the
eye. “The reason I don’t do that is because... well, I don’t feel up to it, anymore. It just...
doesn’t feel like it used to,” she shrugs helplessly, clearly groping for words she’s not sure
of. “But... I go to the bar now more than ever. And do you know why?” she asks you, tilting
her head in a quizzical expression. To see you? You chance. She gives an amused, if
unladylike, snort at your guess. “Right answer. When I walk through those doors and sit
down, I find myself waiting for you to join me. When I hear the door open, my ears prick
up,” she glances at her permanently down-flowing lop-ears as she says that, “so to speak.
When it’s you, my heart starts thumping and I find myself hoping you’ll walk over my way. If
you don’t....” She looks down, tenderly placing one palm against her chest. “It hurts, and
it’s never done that before.” She shakes her head and looks back at you. “And if you don’t
show up, no matter how many cute guys or hot girls there are, I just don’t feel in the mood
for anything. I just go home and I jerk myself off.” So... you’re the reason for all that? And
it’s bad because? She lets out a half-hearted laugh. “Did I say it was bad?” she asks,
shaking her head. “I just... look, I don’t know if you have any deeper interests in me or if
I’m just reading too much into two friends who have great sex. But I... I wanna be
something more. I want to ‘deepen our relationship’, and all that soft-hearted mush you
normally hear from those prudes who don’t want to put out,” she admits. She lets that hang
in the wind for a spell, then she laughs softly. “Sorry, honey. Guess all laquines have their
day. But... umm... listen. No pressure, alright? I’m not that good at this confession thing,
and I don’t want to jeopardize what we have,” she smiles softly, patting you on the
shoulder. “I’m not one of those prudish types that’ll refuse a great lay just cuz I got
rejected, alright? Even if you don’t feel for me the way I feel for you, I’m not going to hold it
against you. But do be a dear and send me some pics every now and then, ok? A girl can
only masturbate to the same pics for so long, no?” Wait... when did she take pictures of
you? “Seeeeecret!” is her grinning reply. She gives you a soft slap on your tight butt
giggling away as you return her slap with a smile of your own. The two of you continue
your walk in silence for a few moments, before you hear her clearing her throat. “So... I
was wanting to tell you....” You look at her in curiosity. She shies away for a moment,
before smiling back. “Y’know... I don’t like to hide things from my partners, right?” You nod.
“Well, there is one little thing I keep hidden. And if I have any hopes of you considering, ah,
a more ‘permanent’ arrangement between us...” she swallows audibly. “I think you should
know what you’re getting into.” She doesn’t have to tell you if she doesn’t want to. You
know everyone has their secrets. She smiles as you say that. “Thank you, honey, but I
want to tell you. I need to tell you this.” With a quiet sigh, she reaches down and gently
pats the bulge between her legs. “You know I’m not exactly Miss Underendowed, right?
Well... what would you say if I were to tell you if you haven’t seen all I have down here?”
she asks. You just eye her with curiosity. She’s not giving you much to go on here....
“Okay... I guess I’m too used to keeping shut about this,” she apologises. “What I’m saying
is that, the twelve inches I’m currently sporting? That’s me on reducing medicine. If I don’t
keep up the dosage, I get bigger. A lot bigger.” How big, exactly?
She holds her hands about a foot apart. “This is me on the drugs,” she tells you. Then she
starts moving her hands back... and back... and back. “And this is me au naturale. Thirty
inches of four-inch-thick, Prime A laquine-cock, in double portions,” she concludes.
That’s... pretty big, you admit. Can she even move when she’s that big? “The first year or
two after they came in, I couldn’t,” she admits. “But I got used to them over puberty. I’m a
lot slower when I’m horny, though; they’re not so bad flaccid, but when I get an erection,
it’s like trying to run around with twin fishing poles in my shorts,” she notes. And that’s her
big secret? She needs to take medicine to keep her cocks small? “...Yeah, that’s it,” she
tells you. “I just... wanted to be honest with you. So, now that you know... what do you
think?”

HOT
Personally, you think that’s really hot. “Umm... what?” she blinks in surprise. How come
she’s ashamed of that? You were expecting something more pressing, you admit, but
heck. While you admit that it can be a bit difficult to carry on normally when she’s that big,
growing big has its advantages. In fact, you’d like to see it sometime, maybe even give
them a spin. Kelly just looks at you for a moment, soaking in your words, but then she
beams in delight, giggling. “Oh, Bitz, you really are a treasure,” she titters, smiling like it’s
her birthday. “You really think that it’s hot? Well... I can’t really afford to go keeping myself
off the medicine twenty-four seven, it’s just too much hassle while I gotta go to work here,
but I can tell you this...” she steps closer, leaning towards your ear and stage-whispering,
“There’s this not-quite-legal dick-growing mod, called Throbb. It, kind of, counteracts my
meds. Bring some of that to my place, and I’ll show you what I’m like when I let it all hang
out,” she purrs, kisses your cheek and then steps back. If that’s the case, maybe you
should procure some.... The rest of the walk goes by in silence, though Kelly does shoot
you some seductive gestures. “So... thanks for the company this evening. But...” she trails
off with a mischievous smile. But? “You did come to see me at the bar, and I can’t help but
think you were expecting something when you did,” she smirks. That’s when she stops,
and you realize you’re standing just outside her house. She raises her arms above her
head in a full-body stretch, breasts jiggling nicely as she does so. “So, what do you say,
honey? Care to come in for a nice hot coffee? My own special blend,” she promises, eye
closing in a teasing wink.
HYPER BLOW
You do have something particular in mind, actually. “I want you,” you say, smiling
seductively and reaching between her legs to pat her bulging package, “to take a seat on
the couch and let me blow your Throbbed-up cock. Maybe run your fingers through my
hair. Think you can do that?” She smiles back but cocks an eyebrow at you. “You do know
just what you’re asking for, riiiight?” Kelly purrs, one finger softly stroking your throat. “I’m
not going to be in here,” she continues, leaning in as her voice lowers to a whisper. She
runs her fingertip down between your nice tits to your tummy even as you watch her
immense cock growing thickly erect between her thighs, promising you the time of your
life. “I’m going to be in here. Bulging your little stomach out from the inside.” She fixes you
with a confident grin, hair falling over her face. “You sure you can handle that?” “Yes,” you
whisper to her, not even knowing if it’s true but certain you want to find out. Your
animalistic dick are so hard after her teasing it feels like a steel rod jutting from between
your thighs. Naked as you are, Kelly can see your eagerness for herself. “Alright,” she
murmurs, turning away. With a sexy strut she stalks over to her couch, taking a seat and
smiling at you as she spreads her legs, inviting you to drink in the beautiful sight of her
overendowed form. “Be a darling and grab the Throbb for me, would you?” You hand her
the vial and watch her carefully inject just enough to counteract her medicine, depressing
the needle into her thick black equine cock, a shudder of pleasure working its way up her
spine until she’s shaking her head to clear it. Moaning, she lets the syringe fall by her side
as she leans back into the couch, her half-erect cock engorging before your very eyes.
“Ooohhh, stars,” Kelly groans, the couch creaking beneath her fingers as she grips it tight.
“Nnnngh...” Her flesh shifts and expands, the added weight of her cocks forcing them to
sag to your eye-level as her erections fight against gravity. It’s only when she feels the
pleasure, the sensation of uninhibited growth and virility, that her mammoth pricks begin to
perk up once more, throbbing fiercely as inch after inch pours itself on. They rise to stand
proud before you, thick, black, leathery, and with cumveins so immense and bulging you
can only imagine the sheer volume of honeyed sperm she must be able to pump out of
them. Your cock is so hard you think you might cum on the spot. You’re not sure you’ve
ever seen such an amazing - mouthwatering - sight. Kelly looks down at you, flipping her
hair out of her sweaty face with a casual grin, and places one hand on the underside of her
bottom-most horsecock. “Get a taste,” she purrs. She doesn’t have to tell you twice.
Spreading her legs wide, she leans back into the couch and lets out a sigh of satisfaction
as you begin to tonguebathe her immense, veiny length, all but paying worship to her giant
dick. The sight of her still wearing her stockings and tie when your eyes flick upwards just
turns you on all the more -- you so, so badly want to bring relief to her, to indulge her every
desire, to fulfill her needs. Focusing on your task, you lift her gorgeous cocks out of the
way to press your tongue right into her nuts, sucking on her enormous, seed-filled sack
with eager aplomb. Your reward is a lazy groan of pleasure, as though she couldn’t be
happier about how much of a servile slut you’re being. You can see little shivers running
through her calves, her legs tensing every time you bring your tongue to bear where she
needs it most. A spatter of warmth on your upper back is your first sign your performance
is wholly appreciated -- you’re so tempted to stop right there and proceed to sucking the
rest directly from her cockhole but you’re not doing this for you... you’re doing it for her,
and if the way her toes are curling is any indication, she likes it a lot. A breathy sigh
escapes her lips as your tongue laps at the sweaty underside of her overproductive balls,
each one almost as big as your head. God, even her musk smells so sweet and delicious,
an effect you can truly appreciate when your mouth begins to water at her behest, as
though she knew you’d need the help to suck her cock. Whatever the reason, you find
yourself faithfully applying yourself with the added help. Fuck, her nuts taste so good...
“Steele... Steele,” Kelly says softly, a hand brushing your hair and rousing you from your
haze. “I know you love my balls but you’ve been down there for ten minutes, babe. I’m
starting to get antsy up here.” “Oh... sorry,” you mumble absently, giving her one last long,
hard lick right between her balls that makes her shudder and straighten her back before
you rise back to the main course. And what a main course it is. By now there’s a nice,
scented trail of precum leaking from the tip and running right down its glazed underside,
something to keep you wholly occupied on your ascent. Dragging your tongue along her
cumvein, you listen to Kelly groan while you drink down her sweet-tasting precum. It flows
between your lips and across your tongue, delighting your mind and your tastebuds with
the warmth and the thickness of it. “Hoohh, shit,” Kelly grunts, watching you with slitted
eyes as you approach the tip of her towering cock. “You really know how to make a girl feel
like a goddess, Steele -- keep that up and y- nnnhh- you’re going to get a hell of a
reward...” Smiling at the praise you wrap your hands around her oversized prick, unable to
get your fingers all the way around, and close your eyes. You only need to be able to hear
for this part, Kelly’s moans of mounting pleasure like music to your ears while you lap at
the lip of her bulging flare. The dribbling flow of her impressive virility drives you further
and further, until you’re depravedly tonguing her slit for more, the bunnygirl throwing her
head back and letting out an animalistic noise of joy from between grit teeth. She wriggles
and writhes beneath you, her hips rolling as you seek to hold the beast steady, never
letting up your rhythmic suckling of her cockhead for even a second until at last you
achieve what you were looking for. A strong, dominant hand on your head pulls you away
and you find yourself confronted by Kelly’s flushed, sweat-sheened face, her hair half-
covering her eyes and her breath coming in short, desperate pants. “Okay,” she huffs,
embers of lust smoldering in her golden eyes. “Sit back. Straighten that neck and back,
Steele. And tell me. One or two?”

ONE
No sooner have you answered than she’s standing upright, one hand still holding you
firmly and the other aligning the giant, swollen flare of her veiny stallioncock with your
petite lips. As eager a bitch as you’ll ever be, you hold your mouth open wide- -and almost
cum on the spot when she violently shoves the first sixteen inches of her turgid shaft down
your tight little throat. You teased and titillated her past the point of being reasonable and
now your neck bulges outwards with her, your head immobile as a consequence of being
stuffed full of dick. Your entire body can feel her, the presence of her bestial studcock
impossible to ignore with the way it pulses inside you and holds your core rigid,
penetrating almost to your stomach. It’s everything you could have wished for. “Ooohhhhh,
GOD,” Kelly hisses hotly, her grip on your hair tightening hard enough to hurt a little.
“Fucking TAKE IT!” With another powerful thrust - no wonder they call it breeding like
rabbits - she pounds her impossibly large flare, stiff and swollen with blood, right into your
belly. It bulges outwards with the size of her, bloated with bunnygirl studprick. You get your
first taste of what’s to come when her cumvein pulses just once and she unloads a truly
prodigious amount of precum into your belly, hot and sticky and clinging to your insides. In
such a position, you do the only thing you can think of. Reaching upwards, you take the
base of her second cock and begin jerking her off as hard as you can manage with the
iron-hard rod inside you to brace against. Ordinarily you suspect Kelly would giggle or
even laugh at your brazen sluttery, but her unrestrained libido is too much for her to
mentally fight against when she’s so worked up and presented with a willing bitch. She’s
not thinking of anything beyond seeding you right now. As if to provide evidence for the
hot, wet thoughts circling your boiling mind, Kelly lets out a feral grunt as she begins to
thrust back and forth, her enormous sack jiggling just out of reach. What you would give
just to feel their warm, sweaty kiss against your stretched-open lips- It seems like Kelly’s
thinking along the same wavelength. Adjusting her position, she takes a half-step forward
and throws one leg over your back without a second thought, digging her heel into you and
forcing you to sit up right into the base of her cock. Firmly held in place with your bright red
bitch-boner so hard and dripping you might cum any second, you at last get to feel the wet
smack of Kelly’s fat, seed-filled balls against your saliva-coated chin. It feels good.
“Hhhuuunnh, fuck,” Kelly moans under her breath, rutting your face as hard as she
possibly can. You’re hardly able to keep your sweaty hands on her second cock, though
the slippery massage of your underside might be appreciated anyway. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck...” The increase in her pace is gradual but feels like anything but. Each thrust of her
powerful laquine hips sends spit running down your chin as it’s squeezed from your
overtaxed mouth, only to have it splattered by the impact of her heavy swinging nuts as
she desperately buries her flaring cockhead in your stomach. You can feel it getting bigger
by the second, stretching taut as more and more precum starts to bubble and spurt from
her nozzle, pooling in your stomach. With a wild moan, Kelly suddenly puts her other leg
over your back and forces your head to crane backwards just to accommodate her,
burying herself balls-deep in your face. Now all you can see while she facefucks you into
next week is the shiny black skin of her upper cock as her cumvein pulses and throbs with
life and suddenly, you realize that when one of them cums so does the other. “Ghhrrrlg-”
you moan as your throat stretches around the gigantic load being pumped from her
overproductive balls, travelling further down her flexing shaft with every ominous throb.
Then another, and another, and another, and suddenly the first one finally reaches her
flare and Kelly screams in ecstasy, seizing your head and throwing her own backwards in
utter exultation. Honeyed cum pours into your stomach, your eyes rolling in your head as
you struggle to process the sheer pace of it. Before your very nose you can see her upper
cumvein pulsing harder and faster by the second and by the feel of her taut nutsack
shifting on your chin, her bottom one is matching it pound for pound. You can feel gallons
of her pumping into your tummy, bulging you further and further outward beneath her while
she lets out loud and very un-ladylike grunts and groans of pleasure. Getting someone off
this hard is something else. With every passing second you can feel her pleasure for
yourself, evidenced by the heartpoundingly large cock throbbing in your throat and
stomach, and it’s that sense of just how hard she’s blowing her load that sets you off. Your
own cock flex and strain beneath your burgeoning cum-pumped stomach, shooting ropes
of alabaster cum all over your skin while Kelly obliges you with yet more of her seed from
above. Between the dual sensations of your own orgasm and Kelly’s, you have to fight to
stay conscious while she unloads every last drop of her sweet, succulent payload into your
O-face. “Ooohhhh, god,” Kelly finally groans a few minutes later, her enormous cock at last
starting to soften and go limp in your abused throat. “I think I’m totally dry.” She winces as
she gingerly fishes herself free of your mouth with a wet schluck, a veritable river of her
spunk spurting from between your lips even as you try to keep it down. Not even a second
goes by before it starts to drip, run, and then spray from your nostrils until you find yourself
with a towel pressed into your face. “Here,” Kelly says, softly stroking your head. “I
maaaay have gone a little too far.” You’d tell her she was perfect were you not busy
fighting to keep her balls’ massive payload inside you. Instead you just grip her wrist and
squeeze, as though cautioning her against her own words. By the time she finishes wiping
you off, she’s got a smile on her face. “That was... really something,” she admits, raising
an eyebrow. “A lady could get used to that kind of treatment, Bitz. Y’know, if you’re up for it
sometime. Not like, right now because you’ve sucked me dry and, well,” she continues,
gesturing at the apartment. “I need to clean this up.” Oh. It looks like not having that
second cock of hers inside you has had some... serious consequences that pertain to the
state of her apartment. The untold gallons of laquine sperm contained in your absurdly
stretched stomach are matched only by the amount of it outside your stomach -- most
notably spattered all across your back and legs, but also across every other conceivable
surface in the house. “Look what you did, Bitz,” Kelly says, grinning down at you. “Made
me nut so hard I repainted my house.” It’s some time before you recover -- and it’s going to
be even longer before you can walk properly, let alone not look like you had a train run on
you by hyperpornstars -- but when you find you can manage, you let yourself out with a
kiss from Kelly and a wave as she tends to cleaning up. You have to be honest; you’re
really glad you’re not stuck with the task of wiping all that up. Maybe next time you could
just swallow both of them instead and save her the trouble...
HYPER PLAY
Kelly’s expression is baffled. “You want what? Bitz, you do remember what I said, right?
These monsters here even scare other laquines,” she pats the impressive mass of
exposed shafts and balls between her legs for emphasis. She shakes her head. “I tell you,
not only do all the partners I try to get run away at the sight of them, it’s impossible to
actually squeeze them in if they don’t, and if I let them pitch for me instead, they keep
getting in the way. I can hardly wear anything for fear I’ll burst out of it if I get an erection,
they make it plain to see when I’m turned on, and they’re so sensitive I get horny really
easy - even easier than I do now,” she amends herself. “So, you don’t like being big?” you
ask her. Kelly winces at that question, biting her lip as she visibly contemplates how to
answer that. “Well... I didn’t say that,” she confesses hesitantly. “I mean, they might get in
the way a lot, but all that flesh to stroke and touch... it certainly makes handjobs a lot more
fun,” she admits. Almost unthinkingly, her hand reaches down to one of her her two cocks,
the already half-erect member growing stiffer as her finger trails across its flat glans.
“Actually... to have all that thick, virile meat hanging out of me, slapping between my legs
when they’re flaccid, bouncing between my boobs when they’re up, just waiting for me to
reach out and kiss them... mmm... it’s actually kind of sexy,” she shyly states, both
members now pointing up towards her tits now, hard against her belly. Well, there’s her
chance now. You want to see her big and she likes being big. Perfect. Kelly bites her lip
indecisively, but from the way you can see precum starting to bead at the tip of each dick
and drool down, you know you’ve got her. “O-okay,” she declares, nodding as she
convinces herself. “If you want to see all of me, then I’ll give you a show to remember.” she
declares. “But my medicine just doesn’t wear off like that; I’ll need a counter-agent first.
There’s this mod I’ve heard of called Throbb; a small dose of that should be just the trick.
But I don’t have any on me, and it’s not the sort of thing I can get at work, though I could
synthesize more for my needs if I did have some. Do you have any?” she asks. You dig
through your stuff and come up with the mod for Kelly. Kelly takes it from you, a little
uncertainly, but with a determined look on her face, already adjusting the delivery
mechanism. “Right, I just need a little of this; too much and I might end up getting modded,
not countered,” she explains. Satisfied with her tweaking, she nods and brings the
business end of it to rest against the base of her shafts. “Alright, here goes nothing,” she
declares, and depresses the trigger, hissing as the minute dose rushes into her
bloodstream. She shivers, and rubs the injection site tenderly. “Okay now... it’s going to
take time for this stuff to kick in, but arousal should help; why don’t you and I have a little
fun to give it a jumpstart?” she suggests. “Your cock in my cunt would be just the thing...
besides, it’d be more fun than just sitting around watching my junk,” she manages to quip
dryly. Sounds like a plan. Once in the bedroom, Kelly wastes no time; she steals a quick
kiss from you, then clambers onto the bed in a kneeling position, one leg half-curled under
her, exposing the juicy bunny-cunny that her four bloated balls would normally obscure.
“I’m waiting...” she says, drawing the word out and then giggling, tail flicking teasingly
towards you. “Let’s do it this way; it’s easier to find your target,” she chuckles. Well, if that’s
what she wants, who are you to argue? You close the distance between you, reaching out
with one hand to gently cup one cheek of her luscious ass, feeling the plump muscle
squish pleasingly under your grip. Your partner lets out a trilling noise of approval, shaking
her hips and the air filling with a sweet scent as her twin shafts rain a steady trickling
stream of precum. You continue to grope and squeeze, caressing her ass with your fingers
in approval. Her butt feels really nice on your hands, you remark. “I work out,” she
professes candidly. “Now, nice as that feels, though, I think somebody is getting a little
distracted...?” she teasingly asks. You respond to that with a slap on one ass-cheek, the
crack of flesh on flesh audible as it jiggles before you, an appreciative moan rippling its
way out of the laquine’s throat. “Patience, patience,” you instruct her. She needs to get into
the mood for this, first. Still, as fun as it may be, it is time to move on from her ass... and
so, laying yourself down behind her, you bring your face closer to her feminine treasure.
She wriggles slightly as she feels your hot breath on her labia, but holds herself still. You’re
dimly aware of her cocks growing bigger, slowly but steadily, out of the corner of your eye,
but you have something else in mind. Opening your mouth, you let your tongue extend out,
then lean close enough to slowly swipe it through her netherlips. An appreciative coo
echoes from the direction of Kelly’s head, but you are more concerned with savoring her
flavors. Though it’s not the honey that is steadily seeping from her twin shafts, it’s still a
very sweet flavor - sugary sweet, in fact. Certainly pleasant enough to encourage you to
take a second lick, and then a third, rolling your tongue through her plump pussy and
plumbing her wet depths, soaking up the tastes that ensue. A steady stream of approving
groans and moans fill the air, as does the sweet scent of honey, Kelly’s arousal increasing
with each caress you give her fem-sex. Her cunt winks and ripples, trying to catch and
hold your squirming tongue in her depths, but you slide free, teasing her at her futile
efforts. Your partner grunts and gasps, making you decide that she’s had enough foreplay
and prompting you to remove your tongue and straighten up again, which elicits a groan of
disappointment from the squirming laquine. Pulling yourself into position behind her, you
squeeze an asscheek and ask if she’s ready now. “No, I’m always this hot and bothered,
with my cunt gushing like a drinking fountain and my cocks trying to be waterspouts,” she
replies dryly. Her follow-up giggle undercuts her words. “So come on baby, light my fire, I
feel ready to burn...” she purrs to you. Ignoring the somewhat cheesy invitation, you align
your distended, knotty dog-cock with her slavering pussy. Steadying yourself on her hips,
you slide home; so well-lubed is she that you glide in, sliding into warm, wet, velvety
depths that wring your dick with greedy eagerness. She arches her back and lets out a
moan, deep in her throat, husky with lust. “Mmm... that feels good,” she purrs luxuriantly. “I
just wish I could show you how good this feels,” she murmurs. You can feel her inner walls
squeezing you, simultaneously milking your shaft and sucking you inside, hungry to have
you in to the hilt. With little reason not to comply, you push deeper, making your partner
moan and buck back against you, her fluffy little tail tickling against your cum-inflated belly
as you rut her passionately. The room is filled with the sound of flesh on flesh as your
respective hips collide, Kelly moaning under you in pleasure, you voicing your own sounds
of pleasure above her. Her fingers squeeze at her bedding for support, eyes screwed shut
as she loses herself in the sensations. As you continue to plough her, though, you become
aware of a strange dissonance in the background; a wet slapping noise that isn’t the two of
you. Twisting around is a little awkward, but you manage to find the source; it’s Kelly’s
cocks! Under your ministrations, her two horse-like shafts have grown into 20-inch long
monsters, bouncing forcibly against her belly and into the canyon of her cleavage in rough
synchronicity with the thrusting of your hips. Hmm... if you were to get a little more
involved, you might be able to see how big she can really get. But, it would probably
require touching her dicks... and it’s only gay if your dick touches hers, right? Hands are
okay. (L: +33)

HANDS OFF
Your hands remain right where they are, locked onto her hips for support. Let her tend to
her own maleness; you’re more interested in her female parts. With this in mind, you start
to thrust even harder than before, your fur-covered lover grunting in effort as she matches
you thrust for thrust, moaning her pleasure for all to hear. You both give yourselves over to
the rhythm, feeling the pleasure washing through your bodies, letting yourselves drown in
the sensations of each other’s bodies. Kelly’s cunts you like a well-oiled machine, hot
fluids slopping over your shaft even as velvety flesh grips you like a vice. From the lustful
noises that wring their way out of Kelly’s throat, the feel of your prick inside of her is just as
good. Both of you are close; you can feel it.... It becomes a competition, then, to see who
can make the other climax first. Kelly’s pussy ripples and flexes with inhuman strength and
dexterity, massaging every inch of your shaft. You, in turn, do your best to seek the most
sensitive spots in her vagina, aiming for the legendary G-spot. Your ministrations prove
superior, and it is Kelly who groans in a most exquisite defeat as climax rips its way
through her body. A great deluge of honey erupts from the laquine under you, her pricks
almost seeming to compete to see which can dredge up another steaming hot load of
yellow-orange seed and spray it over her bed. Words cannot describe the mess she
makes as her quartette of grapefruit-sized girlballs empty themselves up her monstrous
chickdicks, a veritable fountain of honey flooding her bedding, spraying against the
underside of her boobs, and puddling in a great sticky pool on the floor. The air is filled
with the sweet scent of her jizz, so strong it’s overpowering, your own being milked
ravenously as her cunt has its own orgasm. It’s all too much for you and you make your
own ecstatic noises as you empty yourself into Kelly’s waiting womb. Your semen vanishes
into the rapacious void that is a horny laquine’s pussy, swallowed without a trace it was
ever there. “Mmm, that feels good; just the right spot,” she assures you sincerely, her tone
bespeaking the smile on her lips as she rubs gently at her belly.

With a contented groan, Kelly allows herself to sink to her now-soaked bedding,
instinctively shifting to her side as she lands. Pulling your own shaft free, you join her in
laying there to catch your breath, the two of you simply relaxing and breathing in the
strong, sweet smell that you have created together. Kelly speaks first. “It feels so good to
scratch that itch, Bitz - thank you,” she says sweetly, snuggling up against you. “The
pleasure was all yours,” you reply, caressing one of her luscious breasts, something that
elicits a knowing grin but little else from the laquine. The two of you remain there until you
inform her that you must leave. Getting out is a little tricky with all the sticky fluid
everywhere, but eventually you are off, leaving Kelly behind to clear up the mess.

HANDS ON
Well, polite is polite.... She grunts as you drape yourself over her back for added support.
“Wha?” she starts to ask, then lets out a soft gasp of realization as she feels your hands
closing around the base of each shaft. She purrs approvingly, leaning her head back to try
and nuzzle her cheek against yours. Your present position makes thrusting into her a little
awkward, but you certainly have a good grip on her dicks, which you put to good use. Your
hands slide up and down the twin equine shafts, exploring their immense lengths - and
Kelly’s not done growing yet, either. You can feel them stretching longer and longer under
your touch, growing fatter and rounder in your hands. You let one girlcock go to examine
her straining balls, feeling the almost cantaloupe-sized globes and their sloshing weight of
honeycum, rubbing your fingers across the sensitive skin, much to Kelly’s enjoyment.
Bending your head a little closer to one of her long, floppy ears, you stage-whisper into it,
“Grow for me,” even as your hands continue to dance along her dicks and you hump
against her eager pussy. “Mmm... you only had to ask,” she replies, her voice a luxuriant
purr of rapture, eyes screwed closed so she can concentrate on what you’re doing to her.
She shifts her weight slightly, so she is holding herself up on only three limbs, her free
hand moving to her crotch. She places it gently atop your hand, for a moment, and then
glides up her lengths towards her breasts, trying her best to titfuck her super-sized shafts
in the position she’s in. She moans in pleasure, and you shift your attention from “merely”
handjobbing her to helping her with her impromptu boobjob. You squeeze and knead her
ample bust, timing your thrusts to help her push her shafts through her cleavage,
enveloping her cocks in warm, soft flesh even as your own is. The treatment seems to be
working; the scent of honey is overpowering now, and you realize you can actually see the
heads of her shafts even when her own hips are thrusting away; she’s grown up and
through her boob-canyon. She giggles absently. “You think that’s something? I’m not done
yet,” she chuckles, opening her mouth and closing her eyes. You watch in fascination as
her tongue stretches out... and out; a foot long bright yellow appendage that coils itself
around her heads in a figure-8 loop. Muffled hums escape her throat as she wriggles and
undulates, teasing her slowly-flaring tips even as you continue to fuck her womanhood and
use her tits on the lower parts of her shaft. Under your combined ministrations, she just
keeps getting bigger and bigger; by the time she stops, she’s got twin meter-long shafts
jutting from her loins, each four inches thick and gushing honeyed precum like an open
tap. Her tongue-tip lifts itself to each flared head in turn, and you can actually see it bulging
as it somehow sucks her juices through the tip. You can feel her cunt clenching you like a
velvety vice, and she grunts something muffled, but clearly important to her from the tone.
As you feel her whole body clamp down on you, her tongue snapping back into her mouth
as she cries out, breasts actually pushing against your hands from the size of the bulge
racing up each shaft, it’s not hard to work out what she meant. A great deluge of honey
erupts from the laquine under you, her pricks almost seeming to compete to see which can
dredge up another steaming hot load of yellow-orange seed and spray it over her bed.
Words cannot describe the mess she makes as her quartette of cantaloupe-sized girlballs
empty themselves up her monstrous shecocks, a veritable fountain of honey flooding her
bedding and puddling in a great sticky pool on the floor. The air is filled with the sweet
scent of her jizz, so strong it’s overpowering, your own shaft being milked ravenously as
her cunt has its own orgasm. It’s all too much for you and you make your own ecstatic
noises as you empty yourself into Kelly’s waiting womb. Your semen vanishes into the
rapacious void that is a horny laquine’s pussy, swallowed without a trace it was ever there.
Still, small as it might be compared to her world, it’s evidently enough to quench the fires
burning inside her, and she moans low and exultantly as she feels your seed swirling
through her depths.
ANAL
She smiles as she hears your suggestion. “Does somebody have a craving for bouncy
bunny butts, hmm?” she asks, eying you as she studies your face. “Well, maybe I can
oblige,” she muses, pursuing her lips and tapping her chin in thought. “But first I need to
know if you think you can handle it, honey,” she grins mischievously at you. Well, there’s
really only one way to find out. Plus for all you know she is the one that might not be able
to handle you. “You are just too sweet for your own good, honey,” she chuckles, crossing
the distance between the two of you and draping her arms over your shoulders. “But throw
in that confident streak of yours, and that’s one of the reasons I like you,” she giggles, then
kisses you quickly on the lips. “Now, let’s indulge one of those other reasons, hmm?” she
suggests, winking as her hand drifts down to caress your fat beast-dick. Brushing her
fingers tantalizingly across your shaft, she takes gentle hold of you and starts to lead you
towards the couch. Only once you have reached it does she let go and position herself on
the seat, resting against the back and turning her head to look at you over her shoulder.
“Well? Come on, let’s see what you got, sweet thing,” she giggles, shaking her butt slightly
for emphasis. You caress her pillowy cheeks, fingers brushing teasingly against her tight
backdoor. She closes her eyes, a soft exclamation of approval humming from her lips. You
adjust her position so you can get easy access to her goods. “I thought you wanted the
other hole?” she jokes back at you. Patience, you tell her. You want to enjoy this and she
should too. You move a hand between her legs, caressing her soft folds. An approving
moan escapes her throat, eyes closing again as she savors the feeling of your touch.
Without uttering a single word, you bury two of your fingers into her sodden snatch. “Ooh!
What are you - ?” She starts to ask, visibly tensing as your fingers penetrate her, the
velvety flesh clamping down on your fingers. Just getting some lube, you explain, giving
her back a kiss. She hums softly, smiling, but turns her head back away from you,
squeezing your fingers a little tighter with her cunt, silky flesh rippling around the intruding
digits before releasing you. When you deem her sufficiently wet, you remove your fingers
and begin gathering her juices with your hands. Your cock throbs in your hands as you
apply a shining layer of Kelly’s honey to your length. Her pretty little rosebud receives a
similar treatment. You rub plenty of her honey around and inside her little hole, taking the
opportunity to stretch her out a little. She moans softly as you worm your fingers inside of
her, tailhole tensing as she fights to keep it from clamping down on your intruding digits,
quietly squelching shut once your fingers are out. Satisfied with your handywork, you take
hold of her buttcheeks and spread them. Moments later you’re aligned and pressing into
the tight butthole. “Mmm... yes,” she purrs, arching her neck and holding onto the back of
the chair for support, her rosebud stretching around your pointed cock-head. The
penetration goes smoothly. As well lubed as she is, Kelly is no stranger to anal. She starts
sucking you in the moment you get past her resisting sphincter. In no time, you’re safely
nestled between a pair of cushiony bunny-bums. Any pretense of taking it slow died the
moment you broke down her resistance. Her butthole welcomed you in and is currently in
the process of massaging every last drop of spunk you can muster. You confess you’re
also too turned on to take it slow, so it’s for your mutual benefit that you begin fucking her
in earnest. Wet, slapping sounds echo around you as you imprint yourself inside your
laquine partner. Kelly is no passive partner in this, moaning and growling as she thrusts
back as best she can in her position, tailhole milking you with surreal efficiency. Every rut
you make inside of her is met with a thrust back, just as hard and fast, Her four balls
bounce and jiggle along the cushioned seating below her, almost visibly swollen and
bloated with semen as her arousal pumps them fuller and fuller. Every pump, every throb,
every wet slap; mixing and matching into a wonderful symphony of debauchery. The
perfect background for sodomizing. You drag Kelly with you, steadily pulling her off the
couch as she struggles to grip the back of the seat. Her cocks flow like open faucets,
bobbing and showering the couch with honey-jizz. Her moans are like music to your ears,
the undeniable proof that she’s enjoying this just as much as you are. “Oh...! Honey, I, I
don’t think I can hold it...” she groans, arching her back, a huge double-shot of thick
honey-cum spurting from her twin glans, steadily flaring out in her arousal, perfect
emphasis to her claims. You are almost there yourself. It’s time to finish this. And you’re
going to make sure Kelly remembers it. There’s two ways you could finish her off. You
could turn her around and see her face screw into the perfect visage of a properly fucked
bunny, but there’s a fair chance you’ll wind up getting showered by her honey. Or you
could grab her and dig balls-deep and watch her dicks turn into a perverted fountain of
honey. (L: +50)

DEEP FUCK
In one fell swoop, you hook your arms around her middle and pull her with you as you spin
around. A loud grunt escapes her at the sudden impact, Kelly sprawling heavily back
against you. “Honey, what’s going on?” she demands. You dig your feet into the floor and
thrust with all your might, reaching depths no one’s ever explored within Kelly. A scream of
pleasure erupts from the laquine atop you, her whole body clamping down on your prick
like a vice as she climaxes. Wetness, hot and sticky, sprays over your legs as her
womanhood gushes honey-like fluids, even as her cocks begin erupting above her. Great
golden arcs fly towards the ceiling, only to submit to gravity and fall back down,
bombarding the laquine stretched above you. Kelly gladly makes herself a “human shield,”
stretching her arms out in open invitation as it drenches her full breasts, mouth open and
tongue out as she attempts to catch the globs inside it. Her ass squeezing down on you,
demanding your seed. The perverted fountain of honey-jizz she’s spewing into the air. It’s
all too much for you. You let loose a scream of pleasure as you paint her innards with your
cum. As you empty yourself inside of her, Kelly’s rosebud milks you, doing its best to suck
you completely dry. When nothing more is forthcoming, it clenches down on you, holding
you in a vice-like grip. You hug your lapful of laquine, not really caring that you wind up
with a bit of her honey on your arms. You feel pretty warm right now. The afterglow after
such a great climax must be settling in. Without thinking you hug Kelly just a bit tighter,
feeling her bosom press against your pale skin. Her little nipples feel like small pebbles
poking against your arm. Kelly moans softly and shifts gingerly in your arms, audibly
wincing as she does so. “Bitz? Honey? That was incredible, but...” she groans again and
shifts once more. “I am going to be feeling this for days,” she whimpers. You apologise.
Seems like you got a bit carried away. “Maybe just a little,” she concedes, before she
nuzzles back against you. “Still, I think it was worth it,” she sighs contentedly. “Who needs
to sit down when you can get sex this good in exchange?” she giggles. You chuckle. Yeah,
that was pretty good wasn’t it? It’s not everyday you get to bury yourself balls-deep into a
cute bunny-bum. “Yessirree, you’re a lucky girl, aren’t you?” Kelly chuckles softly. “The
cutest bunny-bum on the planet, and it’s all yours to play with - I hope you appreciate this.”
Oh, you certainly do. You appreciate everything, you say, giving her a kiss on the back of
her neck. She giggles and wriggles a little at your gesture, only to let out a soft hiss.
“Nnn... honey? Do you think I can maybe get up now? I really am kind of sore down there,”
she admits, her abused rosebud rippling around your shaft, still plugged inside of her. You
promptly release her. With a sigh and a moan, Kelly squirms free of your lap and shuffles
awkwardly to the floor, groaning softly. Rivulets of white begin visibly leaking from her ass,
currently gaping in the perfect shape to contour to your mighty prick. She staggers slightly,
and then straightens up, turning to give you a slightly strained smile. “Oooh,” she moans
softly to herself, hand reaching behind her to gently play with her ass. “It feels kind of
empty now... don’t think I like that,” she pouts. You ask if she has anything you could get
her to dull the pain. Maybe a lotion or something? She looks thoughtful, visibly
contemplating. “I have a jar of Peggy’s Elasticizing Oil brand lubricant in my room, near the
bed; that ought to help,” she suggests. Nodding, you run off to fetch the jar. Locating it in a
moment, you bring her the requested jar. She smiles as she sees it. “Thank you... now, I
don’t suppose you’d be a dear and help me apply it?” she suggests, a mischievous light in
her eye. If she insists.... “Oh, I do, I do,” she purrs, already shuffling over to the couch and
leaning over against it, using it for support and thrusting her ass up in the air for your
ministrations. You open the jar and grab a handful of the gel, then apply it directly above
her abused tail-hole. She moans softly, in equal parts relief and pain, backside quivering
against your fingers. You slowly rub it around her loosened hole, trying your best not to
aggravate her pain. Once you’re satisfied with your work on the outside, you gather a bit of
the gel and press it inside her. Some of it naturally gets mixed with your cum. Honestly, it’s
kind of a turn on to see what you’ve done with her backdoor... but now is not the time for
this. You finish applying the product and declare her fit for duty with a gentle pat on her
butt. A great sigh of relief rolls out of her throat at that and she straightens up. “Thank you,
honey, that feels so much better,” she declares, turning to face you. “Now, I think someone
so sweet deserves a little reward,” she purrs, closing the distance between you and kissing
you sweetly on the lips. She holds you like that for several long, pleasant moments, and
then releases you. “Now, I’m sure you have other things to do today, so I’ll see you next
time... I’m going to go and have a laydown, give myself a chance to recover some more,”
she announces, taking the jar of lube from you and limping towards her bedroom. You wish
her a nice rest and put your dress clothes, plain bra, plain briefs and gear back on, then
leave her to her own devices.

CUM GLAZED
You pull out of her, leaving her anal ring to grasp at a phantom member. She moans
plaintively. “Honey -?” she begins to say something more, a question or a complaint, who
knows. You spin her around, too horny to be gentle. She grunts as she lands heavily on
the seat, legs splaying out onto the floor, sliding down so that her ass is hanging partially
off the cushion, blinking at you as she tries to process what’s happening. You watch her
face turn from one of confusing to one of pleasure as you spear right back into her,
pummeling her against the back of the couch as you border the inevitable edge of your
climax. Not keen on leaving her unattended, you grab her shafts, stroking them furiously
as you dump your load into her accepting ass. Kelly moans appreciatively as she feels
your cum gushing inside of her, a hand automatically going to her lower belly, as if trying to
seek out the warmth. That was the last straw for her; her tailhole clamps down on you like
a vice, milking the last of your seed from you as she cries out in pleasure. Balls clench
down and cocks bulge as they erupt like twin fountains, spraying thick streamers of
orange-yellow semen squarely at you. You close your eyes as her seed sprays all over
yourself, only to rain back down at her. By the time she’s done you look like a mess, she
looks like a mess, and even the couch looks like a mess. A deep, loud groan escapes
Kelly, who bonelessly collapses back against her seat, cocks falling limply against her
stomach and slowly sliding back into her sheaths. “I... I think I’m done now,” she mumbles,
opening her eyes to take in what she did. “Wow, I sure did a number on us, didn’t I?” she
asks. She sounds quite pleased with the sheer amount of mess she’s made. Yes, she sure
did, you admit. Looking yourself over, you are absolutely glazed with honey-cum. Despite
your messy self, you feel pretty proud for being able to make her cum this hard. “I see that
look,” Kelly says with a giggle, one hand reaching out to gently pat your cheek. “But I don’t
make this kind of mess for just anyone, so you wear it with pride, honey. Actually,” she
smirks. “I think you wear that honey pretty well too,” she giggles, then her long tongue
darts out, sliding quickly over your face - and quite purposely over your lips - before darting
back inside, Kelly visibly savoring it. “Deelicious,” she announces. You guess you should
probably bathe before going. “But I just gave you a bath. Don’t you know how good honey
is for your skin?” she giggles. “But, if you insist, I suppose we can go and wash up, make
you smell a little less like I just marked you as mine when you go,” she suggests. You, the
couch and herself, you add. As much as you’d like to stay, you really have to be going.
“Oh, okay,” she sighs. “I’d rather sit here for a while, but if you insist... you’ll kind of need to
pull out of me first, though,” she informs you. You chuckle. Yes, you suppose you should...
and just when it was starting to get comfy too. “I’m sure it was,” she chuckles back. You
pull out of her butt and help her to her feet. She stretches luxuriantly, and takes you by the
hand. “Come on, the shower’s this way....” Clean, for the moment, you don your dress
clothes, plain bra, plain briefs and gear and set out with a parting kiss. Kelly folds her arms
around you while she can, and then steps back with a smile. “Don’t be a stranger, sweet
thing. I’m always happy to have you,” she tells you as you leave.
BLOWJOB
Kelly visibly perks up at your suggestion, lips curving into a wide smile as she nods and
replies, “Sure thing!” The exuberant laquine grins even wider at the look on your face. “Ah,
my sweet Bitz, you should know by now that, as much as I love giving cum...” she daintily
crosses the distance and twines herself sinuously against you, her cocks hot and hard
against your thigh as she places her mouth as close to your upraised ear as she can get
and finishes, in her best breathy stage-whisper, “I love taking cum, too.” She swipes her
tongue playfully across your cheek, and then all but twirls you over towards her couch,
where the release of her arms and a coy bump of her hip indicates she wants you to sit
down. Once you are seated, Kelly quickly kneels before you, almost daintily until one
notices the precum-dribbling dicks drooling syrup on the floor below you. Placing her
hands on the couch beside your thighs for support, Kelly closes her eyes and leans in,
sniffing deeply as she brings her nose close to your nethers, a contemplative expression
on her face. “Hmm... wonderful aroma, with a nice, rich bouquet, full of subtle
complexities...” she declares in her best “upper-class woman” voice. Then she opens her
eyes and giggles at you, grinning widely. “Or, in language real people use, you smell totally
yummy, sweetie,” she declares. Her brow furrows and she lifts a hand to rub her chin in
thought. “I wonder if you taste as nice as you smell....” Only one way to find out. You lean
back, waiting for her to begin. Kelly giggles and opens her mouth, letting her tongue loll out
to its full foot-long length. She moves her head a little closer, but otherwise remains still; it
is her tongue that begins to move, its narrow point of a tip reaching down to touch the very
base of your animalistic shaft and then gliding smoothly upwards, gently wrapping itself
around the curve of your shaft as it does so until it has given you a long, wet lick. It darts
back into her mouth and the laquine smacks her lips, before letting it slide forward again.
This time, it teasingly wraps itself around your pointed cock-head, coiling around your
glans until it has been enveloped in a warm, wet cocoon of flesh, which ripples gently
against the heated skin. You sigh in pleasure. Licking is good, but what you need is the
warm mouth of an eager cum-bunny and a pair of soft, puffy lips to envelop your shaft.
With a wet slurp, Kelly’s tongue snaps back between her lips and she smirks up at you.
“Oh, sugar-flower, no mere mouth will ever match my tongue,” she boasts. Before you can
think to say anything, her tongue darts out of her mouth like a perverse snake, coiling itself
around and around your dick until she has completely enveloped as much of it as she can
in warm, wet tongue-flesh. She squeezes, not hard enough to hurt, but with delicious
firmness, and then her tongue starts to undulate, rippling against your flesh and bobbing
up and down ever-so-slightly upon your length. Okay, maybe she’s onto something, you
admit whilst stifling a moan. In that case you’ll just let her take the lead. As best she can
with her mouth hanging open, Kelly grins a triumphant grin at hearing that. She mumbles
something that could be, “That’s a good girl,” and then turns her attention to the matter at
hand. Or perhaps, more accurately, at tongue. Like a tentacle, the prehensile length of her
yellow tongue ripples across your prickflesh, squeezing and kneading, slurping and
lapping, all in the same sets of motions. Her warmth envelops the sensitive meat of your
shaft, so tight you can feel the tiny buds of her tastebuds, wet drool slathering itself over
your heated flesh. Her head moves only minimally, just enough to facilitate her tongue as it
slides up and down, occasionally tightening or loosening a coil for maximum effect. And all
the while, her eyes look up at you knowingly, basking in your expressions as she works to
pleasure you. At one point, she unwinds her tongue partially, exposing some of the lower
parts of your dick to the comparatively cooler air. Her reason for doing so becomes clear
as the pointed tip flickers up to your canine crown, dipping in gently towards your cumslit.
An audible slurping noise reaches your ears as her perverse appendage uses its hollow tip
to suckle at your precum, sucking up the beads of sex-juice washing down over its length
before drinking straight from your “tap.” You’re unable to resist bucking into her tongue’s
grasp, shooting her a warning that if she keeps this up you’re going to cum. Kelly’s tongue
twitches, squeezing you a little, and now she moves, lifting her head to bring it closing
down over your cock, swallowing all of it, until you can feel it pushing against the back of
her throat. With no hesitation, she continues impaling herself upon you, letting you slide
into the hot, wet depths of her throat without so much as a hint of a gag reflex. Given what
she told you about her true size, that’s logical, though; she’s probably deep-throated
herself plenty of times before. Her tongue continues to dance madly around your prick,
sliding down to slide teasingly over your baseball-sized balls, ticklishly tracing your
stretched nutsack. The confines of Kelly’s tight throat sucking down your length is too
much to bear. With a cry of pleasure you twitch and grab her head, holding her in place as
your balls churn and you let loose your lust upon the receptive bunny’s cock-sleeve of a
throat. Your load of ivory cum vanishes down Kelly’s throat like water down a drain, with
barely a gurgle of effort as she swallows. From the blissed look on her face as her eyes
sink closed to savor its flavor, and the hum of contentment that rumbles delightfully across
your now-limp shaft, she enjoyed it all the same. Her tongue writhes around your
swallowed length, painstakingly lapping you clean before she pops wetly free of you,
dabbing at your glans with her tongue before settling back on her knees and looking at
you. “So... was it everything I promised? Hmm?” she asks you, a cocky smirk on her lips.
You gotta admit, she has one hell of a mouth on her pretty face. That was pretty good.
“Thanks for that,” you say, giving her a friendly pat on the head. She croons in pleasure,
leaning in to your hand, eyes half-closed. “Mmm, the pleasure was all mine,” she replies.
As fun as that was, you should be going. You pat Kelly once more and run off to put your
dress clothes, plain bra, plain briefs and gear back on. Satisfied that everything is in place,
you wave as you leave Kelly’s place. “Goodbye, sugar! Don’t be a stranger now; drop by
any time,” the laquine calls to you. A mischievous grin on her lips, she adds, “Especially
when you have a nice, big, thick, well-aged load for me,” she giggles, closing the door as
she steps back inside.