"Ewww! Coral what the fuck!?" Vivian shouted from her perch on the coffee table, her expression one of unrestrained disgust , "Why are you fuckin' kissin' this bitch? He's a male and he's had mine and Phoebe's dicks in his mouth!"
Ken was thinking the exact same thing - minus the revulsion.
"Goddess, you're so fucking gross !"
Phoebe turned her head to hide the look of jealousy she wore from Viv.
Coral didn't bother to respond – and Ken didn't dare – busying herself by exploring the femboy's mouth instead. Her tongue slipped between his lips and slapped against his own oral-organ, delving deeply into his maw, sliding her wet, pink appendage across his teeth and against the inside of his cheeks. Ken moaned at her expertise. He grabbed onto her shoulders, bracing himself as he tried to make sense of this kind of affection, one he hadn't experienced much even beforehis homelessness began.
Ken's previous and only owner rarely ever kissed him. It was the sort of act she reserved for the most passionate of moments, when she really lost herself to lust. This meant that compared to every other sexual-art that a cum-craving male like Ken had damn near perfected , he was almost hopelessly underprepared when it came to making-out, utterly out of his element, especially when it was expected of him so suddenly.
That didn't mean Ken wasn't going to not kiss Coral back, and he did his best to mirror her tongue's movements. Cautiously, he intertwined his own tongue with Coral's, trying to make her feel just as good as he did, focusing on whatever she did in order to learn how to be better at this act of impassioned lip-locking; Coral seemed to appreciate his efforts, her moans mixing with Ken's, the pair breathing heavily into each other's mouths. They continued to make-out for a few more minutes.
"Mmm, like you have really soft lips, Ken," Coral whispered, pulling away from Ken, "maybe the softest of any boy I've ever kissed. Oh, I'm getting suuuper excited, baby."
"T-Thank you, um, I'm glad you like kissing me…" Ken panted, his cheeks red, "You're a really good kisser. I didn't expect it at all."
"Oh I'm just full of surprises, baby boy, just you wait!"
She grabbed his ass again and began to raise him up over her cock.
"And as much as I'd love to have you all to myself tonight, the birthday-futa is waiting! So why don't you put this huge, fat ass on Mommy's cock? Is that okay, cutie?"
"Fuckin' hell, here she goes!" Vivian never bothered to hide how she felt about the way Coral conducted herself with the lesser-sex, "Starting with the 'Mommy' shit again…"
Phoebe looked quite a bit more interested in this unusual kind of sexual play.
"Yes… Mommy ." Ken shuddered as he called her by the maternal-title, the word seemingly awakening something inside of him, "I-I'd love to have your cock inside of me!"
"That's my good boy!"
Coral gave him another peck on the lips. She finished positioning him so that his rear hovered right above her precum-leaking glans, spreading his massive cheeks to give herself access to his hole; it was only when Ken felt his cum-crusted rim touch down on her crown did he relax the muscles in his ass, pushing his tightly-clenched-starfish against her tip, confident it would plug him up before any of Viv's baby-batter managed to pour out. Ken moaned as her rock-hard, burning hot rod pressed into his backdoor.
While Ken's face was a mask of pure pleasure from the feeling of Coral's cock simply entering him, she looked perfectly content, her smile reaching ear to ear. Massaging Ken's cheeks as he lowered himself onto her enormous pole, Coral hungrily eyed Ken's lingerie-encased chest, licking her lips at the sight of his erect nipples poking against the sheer material; he was just such a delicious looking male, so cute and small and bottom-heavy that Coral almost considered keeping him for herself when the night was over!
When Ken got about halfway down Coral's shaft – the upper portion of her cock firmly lodged in his asshole – she stopped him, holding him in place by his corpulent cheeks; after a short pause she started to lift him up once more, pulling him back up her member until only her glans remained inside of him. Then she lowered him again. Repeating this process, Coral slowly fucked Ken up and down on her thick shaft, drawing further contrast between herself and Vivian, who'd plowed him into him hard and fast right from the get-go.
Ken was, yet again, caught by complete surprise at the gentle, almost loving treatment from a futa that was essentially a stranger to him. He attempted to shimmy his hips on the numerous inches of cock she did allow him to fuck himself on, bucking back and forth, his semen-slathered chastity cage rapping against Coral's flat stomach - but she maintained total control over the coitus, using her hold on Ken's ass to guide him in the way that she preferred.
"That's right baby boy, you're doing so good," she complimented, still giving him the same smile, "you're riding Mommy's cock so well. Like, do you like having Mommy's cock inside of you?"
"Yes, M-Mommy, I do!" Ken groaned, looking down at her, "It feels amazing! Y-You're filling me so good!"
"Then how 'bout I like, fill you a little more? Hmmm?"
" P-Please !"
"Anything for you, cutie!"
Strengthening her grip on Ken's rotund cheeks, Coral sank him down lower and lower on her cock - and this time she didn'tstop! It wasn't until Ken's obscenely-sized ass plapped down onto her thighs – his knees forced to slide down the sides of her legs to the couch – did she loosen her hold on his backside, the pair moaning loudly as their bodies connected. Coral placed her hands on the small of Ken's back, and drew him up against her torso once more, her face buried into his neck.
Ken waited a second to see if Coral planned on guiding him again; when she didn't give any indication that she planned on moving, Ken did what he did best: pleasuring his superiors! Still bracing himself against her thin shoulders, Ken began riding Coral's humongous appendage, rotating his hips in a similar manner to when he'd stripped for the trio earlier, making slow circles atop her pulsating spear. He threw his head back and squealed, Coral's girth immediately flattening his prostate, the renewed bout of stimulation driving him crazy .
His pleasure only increased when suddenly Coral attacked his neck with her mouth, latching her lips onto his bruised throat. Ken moaned loudly as a section of skin was sucked into the futa's maw, her teeth lightly biting down onto his tender flesh; Ken couldn't stop himself from wrapping his arms around her head, pressing her face deeper against himself, his hips moving even faster in response to the extra stimulation, his ass lifting off her crotch several inches before sliding right back down. It was like she knew exactly how to trigger his lust!
Before Ken could even begin to adjust to this intense euphoria, Coral changed up her salacious assault. Unclamping her teeth from his neck, she showered his skin in kisses once more, smooching her way across his throat, one of her hands deftly unhooking his bralette from the back and whipping it across the room; the very moment he was rendered completely naked – except for his chastity cage and collar – she licked her way down his chest, intermingling her tongue-lavishes with more pecks, her mouth eventually finding one of the two things she'd been searching for: Ken's nipples !
Coral popped one of the femboy's tiny pink nubs into her mouth, sucking on it ravenously as if milk might pour from its pores. Ken gasped, his eyes showed only its whites, and he sped up his hip-shimmying - but more pressingly, he was already cumming . Shouting 'Mommy' at the top of his lungs, Ken folded under the euphoric bliss of his prostate being mashed and his ass packed full of huge futa cock, along with the unexpected pleasure of his nipples being sucked. Holy shitCoral was pressing all the right buttons for Ken, and that was somewhat literal !
As soon as his orgasm began, Coral pulled him into another kiss.
Her tongue snaked into his moaning mouth. Her lips clamped down on his. Her spit mixed with his own. And while she kissed him and Ken experienced yet another anal-orgasm that night, seed spilling from his cage onto Coral's stomach, she began to actually hump against him, making a series of shallow thrusts into his ass, bouncing his body up and down on her lap, extending his pleasure. Coral matched his output by releasing ropes of she-pre into his ass, adding to the insane volume of cum already swimming through his guts.
Ken's ecstasy was incessant. Compared to his other orgasms this one left him feeling incredibly weak , like all the energy had been drained from his figure - possibly because this far and away wasn't his first climax of the night! But Coral's perfect ministrations of his body and her general demeanor compared to most futanari were what truly sapped him of strength, the pleasure coursing through him a sort he hadn't felt since before his homelessness; Ken would've been struck by nostalgia if his brain wasn't so shattered by such extreme stimulation.
The pair continued on in this manner until his orgasm ended.
"How was that, baby boy?" Coral stroked Ken's cheeks affectionately, as soon as he regained his sense of self, "Did Mommy make you cum real good?"
"S-So goood!" Ken groaned, saliva sliding down his chin, droplets of sweat appearing on his forehead once more, "Oh, Mommy, you made me cum so much !"
Coral glanced down at her cum-covered abdomen.
"I can see that! You like, cum a lot for a boy - and I think I like that about you!"
She moved her hands to her bikini-top, Ken following them with his eyes.
"And for being such a good little boy for Mommy, I have another gift for you!"
Grabbing the string straining to keep her top tied together and tits contained, Coral yanked it up towards her chin, freeing her breasts without ceremony or build-up; Ken gasped as her humongous bust flopped out, her massive mountains slapping onto her chest, wobbling for several seconds before they settled. Somehow they looked even more ridiculously enormous without fabric holding them up, their perkiness, the height that they sat on Coral's chest barely affected by gravity. Goddess Above, they were beautiful !
Coral's breasts were so ludicrously gigantic that Ken just knew that they could wrap around his head and meet on the other side of his skull without issue - his skull that they easily eclipsed in size! He hadn't even touched them yet, but Ken could tell that they were probably the softest, squishiest tits that he might ever get his hands on, something he couldn't wait to do assuming Coral let him. They were so unnaturally large and firm that they jutted from the sides of Coral's ribcage and pressed into her biceps!
The best part, to Ken, was Coral's nipples . Unlike his own miniscule nubs, hers matched the size of her bosom, owning a pair of thumb-comparable protuberances that would fill any mouth lucky enough to suck them; Ken wasn't sure how their size wasn't more obvious before, but he didn't bother to question it - he was too busy salivating over the sheer shelf of titty-meat staring him in the face. Agreeing to come here might've been the best decision he'd ever made!
"Oh here she fuckin' goes!" Vivian huffed from behind the pair, "Pulling out her 'Mommy Milkers' or whatever the fuck she calls her fat tits. I swear Coral, you could go one day without whipping them out!"
"Like, you're just jealous !" Coral yelled back, scowling at her friend around Ken, "It's not my fault boys love my titties, Viv, it's like, just how it is!"
"Goddess, you're so fuckin' ridiculous…"
"Ridiculously sexy you mean!"
Phoebe couldn't stop herself from laughing loudly at the exchange.
"You like Mommy's titties, don't you Ken?" She pouted at the femboy who had her giant cock stuffed up his ass, drool dripping from his chin, "You don't think they're like, too big , do you?"
"N-No! Of course not! They're so sexy! I've never seen a pair so big…"
"Oh you sweet talker you! Come give Mama a kiss."
Ken eagerly did as he was told. Leaning his head forward, he kissed Coral, taking the lead for what felt like the first time since she'd heaved him onto her lap. Holding Ken by his hips, the voluptuous futanari unashamedly made-out with him, ignoring the brief glimpses she caught of the disparaging looks and expressions Viv threw her way; at the same time, she grinded her member into Ken's ass, her balls rubbing the bottom of his cheeks, her cock engulfed by the semen swimming through his depths.
After several more minutes of lip-mashing, Coral pulled away once more and proceeded to twist a bunch of Ken's moist, white locks in her fingers – though with much more care than Vivian had – and guided his head down her body. Ken quickly understood what she desired and continued to kiss Coral, though now his oral-affections were directed at whatever patch of skin she angled him towards, starting at her cheeks; he did so fervently, hoping that she would eventually lead his mouth to the area he wanted to taste the most.
Emboldened by Coral's desire to have him touch her , Ken joined his hands with his mouth in pleasing the chest-heavy futanari. Running his fingers down her hip-bridging arms, he did his best to make the grazing of his digits across her skin as sensual as possible, slowly working his way to her chest; this was the case for his lips as well, Ken nuzzling his face against her neck like she had with him only minutes before, lapping and nibbling at her unblemished complexion, careful not to leave any lasting marks - he never knew how a futa might react to something like that!
Coral wasn't idle during his worship of her curvaceous figure. Purposefully and slowly she thrust up against Ken, rolling her hips into him, casually delving into his depths with half of her cock, angling her member in different directions to test where Ken's most sensitive spots were, relishing how damn tight he was as well. Viv was right about how good it felt to fuck him, that was for sure! Ken's asshole clenched around her meaty appendage better than every other male she'd ever fucked after her more-well-endowed friend already had her turn with him!
Humming happily at how gingerly Ken treated her body, she watched him closely as he made his way towards her breasts, enjoying the sight of such an adorable male giving her his all, while also studying his reactions to her calculated, steadily-paced fucking, looking for the sign that she'd hit the sweet spot inside of him; it would've been a lot easier if his cock wasn't caged , the metal device making it difficult for Coral to tell what really got him going! All of this, however, was forgotten the moment Ken's lips reached her breasts.
"Yes baby boy, just like that, suck on Mommy's nipples," Coral cooed at him, running her fingers through his hair, "suck them as much as you want. Good boy…"
Who was Ken to deny her?
Moaning as he pressed his visage into one of her tits, Ken used his hands to lift it up, practically needing both to accomplish the arduous task. They were so heavy! Still intent on doing what he could to appease Coral, Ken slapped his tongue across the surface of the giant, pliable mound, tracing the edges of her wide, pink areola, his fingers massaging the breast he was currently giving his attention to, molding the fatty sphere in his palms. Coral moaned above him, her thrusts speeding up by a noticeable amount.
Once Ken was sure he'd lavished the rest of her breast with as much lurid affection as possible, he switched up his focus to the main attraction . Closing his eyes, Ken placed his lips on Coral's nipple, letting it rest in his mouth at first, appreciating how the hard-yet-soft nub felt; when she held him even closer against her bust, Ken began to actually suck , nursing on her bubblegum-hued titty-topper like a newborn, Coral cooing and encouraging him as he did.
There was something about having Coral's nipple in his mouth that just felt so right in the same way calling her 'Mommy' had. This caused Ken to suckle vigorously on her breast, the sucking noise audible to even Vivian and Phoebe, louder than Coral's whispers and the salacious sounds of her cock sliding in and out of his semen-lubricated hole. Between how nice it felt to be treated this way, the ecstasy that came from slurping on her oversized nub, and the constant pressure on his prostate, Ken didn't know if he'd ever enjoyed having sex with someone so much!
What was it about all of this that got him going? It wasn't like Coral had even cum inside of his yet – though she'd unleashed plenty of her she-pre by now – but he still felt high like she had! And for some strange reason, Ken was reminded of that futa from earlier, the gigantic one that had given him that bottle full of the mysterious white liquid. Who was she? What did he drink? Where was all this coming from !?
He'd have time to ponder those questions at a later time.
At that very moment Ken was too absorbed in his nipple-sucking to dwell on his confusion. He switched breasts, performing the same oral-ministrations, Coral sped up the rate of her rutting, railing her rod into his rear rapidly; though she'd quickened her pace she was still somehow more gentle than Vivian had been with him, every thrust into Ken's asshole made with something different than the other futa's rage-led brutality. Yet Coral's unique form of pounding was just as ecstasy-inducing, somehow!
Sloppily, her shaft slid through Ken's starfish, her sack slapping against his cheeks, his own bloated balls bouncing against her hairless crotch, their coupling creating a carnal cacophony. She let go of his head to grab his ass again, squeezing it, kneading his fatty mounds in her fingers, jiggling it in time with her swift thrusts. Ken made a series of animalistic utterances into her breast, his warm breath breezing over her nipple, sending tingles of pleasure down Coral's spine, the pair utterly entranced by each other.
Ken ravenously sucked on Coral's nubs, increasing the pressure he inhaled them with as his pleasure rose, his cheeks flattening against the sides of his face like he was slurping an extra-thick milkshake through a too-small straw. He mashed and massaged her mounds more fervently, losing all inhibition, no longer caring about the societal-expectations he'd been taught since birth; and Coral responded by fucking him harder, her control waning, giving into her instincts.
"Oh fuck yes, baby boy. Keep sucking Mommy's nipples. Keep playing with my tits. Mmm, like, I'm gonna cum real soon if you keep this up!"
His response was muffled by the mass of titty-meat filling his mouth.
Folding her arms together around Ken's middle, Coral lifted her ass off the couch, pistoning up into him, her balls careening off his ass and the front of the couch in a pendulum-like motion, fucking him in a way that futanari usually did. Ken felt her cock throb violently as she stabbed it into his stomach, her monstrously thick extremity trembling against his inner-walls, her girth spreading his asshole and beating his prostate; Ken hadn't lost his partial-erection since first sucking Phoebe's dick, but even if he had he'd definitely be hard again!
Aware of what was coming, Ken slammed his ass back down on her crotch again and again, tightening his hole, timing his downward plunges with her upward bucks. The meaty plaps reverberated through the room, growing louder and louder as the pair gave into their libidos, Coral and Ken putting on one hell of a show for Phoebe and Vivian; the former watched and slowly masturbated her titantic appendage, her eyes glued to the action, while the latter was unable to help but do the same, even as grossed out she was by how Coral treated her lover.
Coral suddenly yanked Ken's entire body up, forcibly detaching his lips from her breast. Facing each other once again, Coral buried her tongue into Ken's throat , kissing him roughly, her lips crushing his. She cupped his cheeks as they made-out, humping harder into him, losing all the rhythm she'd built up, her thrusts growing wild and frantic; Ken continued to try and match her pace, intent on keeping her cock embedded as deeply as possible within his ass. He was about to get his reward for being a good boy!
"O-Oh, Ken, here it comes!" Coral squealed into his mouth, her words slurred by the meeting of their lips, "Take all of Mommy's cum - you earned it for being such a good boy! F-Fuck!"
"Thank you Mommy, thank you so much. I… I love you !"
There it was, the three words that came so naturally to him in moments of passion, an exclamation made without his control .
Ken's words seemed to be the ultimate push needed to send Coral teetering over the edge. She groaned, gnashed her teeth together, and flung her member into him one last time, connecting her crotch with his hole, her cock with his stomach, her balls with his ass; her enormous testicles quivered and gurgled , knocking together, pulsing as they released their load. Howling himself, Ken's eyes rolled back as Coral's urethra swelled within him, adding additional width to her member, his body shaking like he was the one experiencing an orgasm - something that wasn't far from the truth!
Holding him nice and tight until their figures were virtually one , Coral shoved her tongue straight back into Ken's mouth as her climax commenced. They fell back against the couch, sinking into the cushions the very moment that Coral blasted her first gut-swelling rope of semen into the gallons of cum already stretching his depths, her cock flexing against his compact canal; further separating her from her two friends, Coral's seed didn't spray in a stream but in furiously fast strands that splashed through the sea of seed stuck in his stomach.
Her futa-slime rocketed through Ken's bowels, her ropes flying through his intestines like spears thrown by Olympic athletes; though Coral's cock hadn't been visible against Ken's skin while the fucked, his stomach far too inflated by her friends' cum, the busty futanari's seed did make an appearance. Each rope impacted the walls of Ken's belly with such ferocity that it looked like he was being punched from the inside, his midsection riddled with huge bubbles of baby-batter that popped just as swiftly as they formed.
Only seconds after Coral began cumming, Ken experienced his own peak of ecstasy, climaxing a second time from his current lover's peculiar form of love-making. Mumbling the three syllables he had when Coral orgasmed over and over and over again, the constant repetition slightly muffled by her mouth, Ken came the closest to blacking out from the inordinate quantities of euphoria quivering his being since he was owned ! The feeling was intensified further by the fact that Ken was getting drunk off of the futa's viscous, unfiltered seed !
If only all of his sexual experiences were this amazing!
As Ken's member dribbled out his load, his orgasm was completely overshadowed by Coral's own along with the recommencement of his fattening . Fresh futanari fluid filled his already over-packed stomach, not an inch of space left inside of his organs for more cum - so his body simply transformed to accommodate everything Coral gushed into him! Ken's belly grew, expanding outward, pressing into Coral's abdomen and her heaving bosom, lifting her tits up to her chin, separating them ever so slightly.
In response to the femboy's inflation, Coral hugged him tighter and tighter again like she was trying to squeeze her – along with Phoebe and Vivian's – cum right back out, maintaining their lip-locking for as long as possible; Ken held her as firmly as he could, using whatever strength he had left to halt their disengagement, intent on staying on her lap until she madehim move. He was aided by the reenergizing her seed granted him, Ken's body, mind, and soul buzzing with euphoria, addiction-fueled glee washing over him.
Coral's orgasm didn't last as long as Phoebe or Vivian's, though it was pretty close in duration to the latter's. Ken's petered out part-way through Coral's, his reservoirs of pent-up cum steadily depleted from the back-to-back to climaxes; thankfully, even when he lacked sperm to release, Ken was capable of experiencing dry apexes of carnal bliss, as rare as they were. But even when his output petered out, he clung to Coral for dear life, helping her ride out the rest of her body-trembling peak, kissing her with as much fervent passion as he could muster.
Somewhat deflated, Coral's balls quaked against Ken's ass, sieving out their cream at a weakened rate. Coral breathed noisily through her nostrils as she tangled tongues with Ken, her hold on his torso loosening little by little, her cock jerking with less power; Ken persisted in clenching his backdoor, enticing every last droplet of the futa's dense, wiggler-heavy liquid to spill into his intestines, chasing his own personal dragon. He really didn't want this moment to end!
And it seemed neither did Coral.
"H-Holy fuck baby, t-that was amazing!" Coral's head fell backwards, her features the same shade as her shoulder-sticking twin-tails, "You like, made Mommy feel so, so good! Where have you been all my life!?"
She chuckled and wiped a layer of sweat from her brow.
"M-Mommy…" Ken moaned, wavering back and forth, his expression airy and distant, "I-I-I loooove you…"
"I know you do, cutie!"
Coral brushed Ken's locks from his face and kissed him on the forehead.
"And as much as I'd love to keep you on my lap for the whole night, you're like, not my gift, sadly. So here, let Mommy help you up!"
"Fuckin' finally!" Vivian snarled, "I thought I was gonna be sick to my damn stomach if you kept that 'Mommy' shit up for any longer!"
"Oh hush you, like, you're gonna be hearing it a lot more tonight, so get fucking used to it!"
Sticking her tongue out at Viv, Coral shook her head and looked back at Ken, giggling at his stupid grin that didn't seem to want to disappear. She lifted him and stood up, grunting from the excessive volume of semen weighing down his body, her cock still hilted in his backdoor. Turning to the side, she gently laid Ken on the couch next to where they'd fucked, giving him one final kiss before releasing him; Coral's somewhat-softened member fell from Ken's asshole, which he automatically slammed shut.
Coral patted Ken on the head and turned to her friends, a satisfied look on her face. She blew a teasing kiss to Vivian as she walked over to her, grabbing a new drink from the coffee table and sitting on the other end of the couch; there was a moment when both her and Viv stared directly at Phoebe, their eyebrows raising expectantly at the birthday-futa. Phoebe gave them a shy smile in return, her eyes wandering until they fell on Ken's splayed figure, her hands leaving the gigantic pillar extending from her crotch to fiddle nervously in front of her.
"Well?" Vivian leaned forward, a red plastic cup full of alcohol dangling from her fingertips, "You gonna open your present or what?"
"Yeah, like come on girl, have a little fun for once!" Coral knocked her beer bottle against Vivian's cup in a pseudo-cheering motion, "Let loose! He's all yours now that me and Viv have our fun! Go get him!"
"I mean, if you wanna keep sharing, I wouldn't say no…"
Coral elbowed the muscular futanari in the ribs.
"Don't be so selfish! Tonight is all about Phoebe ! She like, can't stay a virgin forever !"
"I-Is it really o-okay?" Phoebe stuttered, her eyes having never left Ken's body, "I mean he seems pretty out of it. I don't know if I should…"
Vivian rolled her eyes.
"Hey, boy !" She suddenly stuck a foot out and kicked Ken in the leg, the femboy's head jerking upward, his eyes wide like he'd just been jolted from a deep slumber, "Quit slackin' bitch, you still have a fuckin' job to do! Good for nothin' males …"
Ken looked from her to Phoebe, his goofy grin widening.
"Mmm is it the birthday-futa's turn…?" He slid into a sitting position, his arms braced against his stomach which absolutely sloshed with enough futa-cum to make a Sperm Bank jealous, "Are you gonna give me a piece of that monster, Phoebe? I'd love to feel you inside of me!"
And just like that, Ken had recovered and resumed his slutty persona.
"D-Do you really? I understand if it's too much, I know I'm really big…"
"No such thing as 'too much' for a slutty boy like me! You can fuck me as hard and as long as you want too, beautiful. That's what I'm good for, after all!"
"That's right," Vivian nodded, "and don't forget it!"
"I never will!"
"Um okay…" Phoebe gulped, repositioning herself so she was facing Ken, "C-Can you lay on your back? I want to be on t-top for my first time."
"Your wish is my command!"
Studying his surroundings, Ken took a second to figure out the best way to acquiesce to the futa's whim. Twisting his body and removing one arm from his stomach, Ken placed a hand on the wall and lowered his head onto the couch, scooting himself away from the furniture's edge; once he was in place, he presented himself, spreading his legs and wiggling his ass at Phoebe, giving her an eyeful of his reddened rim. Her cock twitched.
Phoebe looked to her friends for encouragement, Viv and Coral shouting lurid praise and egging her on, the pair acting excited like they were about to get to fuck Ken again. Taking a deep breath, Phoebe stood on her knees and shuffled over to Ken, her mighty massiveness wagging back and forth in front of her, leading her straight to her gift ; Ken ogled her venous, throbbing monster with rapt attention, his tongue leaving his mouth to lick at his lips, his limbs quivering.
Waddling towards her 'gift', Phoebe grabbed her cock with both hands, her fingers just meeting around its monumental girth, and aimed it towards Ken's backdoor, grunting like the heft of her appendage was also too much for her to handle. Angling her member between Ken's legs, she aimed it at his asshole, but stopped short of actually touching it against his rear-entrance. Phoebe paused and met Ken's gaze, her expression one of uncertainty.
"D-Do I need lube or anything? I've never done this before…"
"Oh girl, we got him plenty lubed up for you!" Coral shouted with a laugh, "You like, won't find an ass as ready as this cutie's!"
"Yeah, Phoebe, just fuck him! The slut wants you to - just look at him!"
Phoebe did just that.
"Go ahead, Phoebe. I can take it." Ken smiled at her, his eyes glazed over with lust, "I promise you I'll enjoy every inch of that beast - and you'll enjoy putting it in my ass just as much!"
"If you say so…"
Closing her eyes, Phoebe nodded to no one in particular like she was giving herself the go-ahead to begin. Knees digging into the black couch cushion, Phoebe pushed her hips out, her jaw-straining glans making contact with Ken's asshole, the connection and anticipation of what was to come drawing a moan from her lips; Ken shook his cheeks back and forth in an attempt to get Phoebe to just fuck him , enticing her to take control and ravage him the way he knew she truly wanted to!
Phoebe slowly applied pressure to Ken's ass. As he did with Coral, Ken allowed his backdoor to unclench, confident that out of any of the three Phoebe was the one enormous enough to completely cork his hole, lacking even an ounce of worry that cum might spill out of him. Taking his other arm from his jiggling, gurgling belly, Ken grabbed his thighs and lifted them backward until they were nearly parallel with his torso, the couch and his obscenely-bloated abdomen obstructing his flexibility somewhat. He grit his teeth as his rim relented to Phoebe's colossus.
The only issue Ken had with the position that Phoebe chose to lose her virginity in was that he couldn't actually see the penetration occur, his gravid stomach creating a wobbling, fleshy barricade he struggled to peer around; all he could really glimpse was the neckline of Phoebe's white shirt and her cute, concentrating visage. But that was secondary next to how having such a ridiculous rod prying open his ass felt , Ken already squirming needily - and she hadn't even entered him yet!
That wouldn't be the case for long. Between Ken's relaxation of his backdoor and Phoebe's persistent pushing, her cock had begun to creep into his depths, the tip of her flared-crown gouging his bruised starfish, stretching it to a size it'd never been gaped to before. Her breathing intensified, her cheeks as red as Ken's lower-pair, adorable mewls emanating from her partially-pursed lips; Ken would've appreciated her inexperienced desperation more if he wasn't so desperate himself to get fucked !
But Ken kept his impatience in check. Laying there with his legs yanked back, displaying his most intimate areas like a wanton whore, Ken allowed himself to simply enjoy what was happening, to cherish this once-in-a-lifetime chance he was lucky enough to experience, especially for an unowned-male; three massively hung futanari with near-bottomless balls intent on using him until the Sun rose was just about everything that Ken could ask for, besides the obvious thing he was lacking, the half-destroyed collar clinging to his neck a constant reminder of what he was missing.
He'd gone nearly the entire night without touching his throat-ornament or thinking about it, and Ken didn't have any plans to change that!
"You're doing great, gorgeous!" Ken complimented Phoebe, distracting himself from his wandering thoughts, "Keep going just like that. Your cock is so big and it feels so good !"
Phoebe couldn't respond to Ken's praise, too focused on not losing her cool.
It wouldn't have mattered if she'd said anything anyway; Ken and Phoebe gasped at the same time when her cockhead suddenly breached the femboy's orifice, the blonde futanari jerking forward with a burst of unexpected momentum. Ken's head whipped back and forth, the intrusion into his rear by Phoebe's bestial member catching him off-guard, as did the pain it brought with it. Though he understood that fitting a cock of such a grotesque size inside of him wouldn't be comfortable at first, he didn't realize that it would hurt him as well.
Thankfully, Phoebe's natural timidity stopped her from ramming the rest of her ramrod into Ken's rear. She came to a halt, her body shaking as she got her first taste of a male's asshole, squealing softly; Ken made sure to clench down around her behemoth, milking it like the good slut he was, wanting her loss of virginity to be the best moment of her entire life ! They stayed like that, unmoving, Ken waiting for Phoebe to continue, Phoebe trying to make sense of the euphoric sensations attacking her brain, petrified by pleasure.
"OhmyGoddess congrats ' Phoebe!" Coral squealed, clapping her hands together excitedly, "You like, finally aren't a virgin anymore! That's so huge, girl!"
"Yeah, now you're a real futanari!" Viv raised her cup like she was toasting to Phoebe's accomplishment, "Now you just gotta slam the rest of your cock into this bitch!"
Ken joined in on cheering for the birthday-futa.
"You're doing so great, sexy! You can keep going -whenever you want. Give me everything !"
"So… good…" Phoebe panted, her eyes slowly opening to look down at her hole-buried glans, "I-I never knew it would feel like this!"
"And it's only gonna get better," Ken smiled at her, "once you really start fucking me!"
"Okay…"
Unsure of how to continue, Phoebe tried to mimic how her friends had fucked Ken. She began to rock her hips back and forth, pushing just her cockhead around inside of Ken's depths, still adjusting to how incredible it felt to have sex. It was Ken's turn to close his eyes and relish in the sensation of having a member thicker than his arm stuffed up his backside, moaning quietly from Phoebe's shallow thrusts, fingers clenching the underside of his pillowy thighs roughly.
Phoebe slowly worked more of her pulsing monster into Ken. She leaned forward slightly and used her hands to push her cock deeper into the femboy, the first inches of her corpulent circumference cramming its way into his ass, the enormous veins lacing her abominable length tearing at Ken's rim, Viv and Coral's cum greasing his backdoor very much needed for an endowment as ludicrously large as hers. Hell, Ken wouldn't have minded a bit more lubrication, despite what he'd told the blonde futa.
Ken massaged her fat length with his anal muscles, moving the walls of his ass in a wave-like-motion around her girth. Moaning, Phoebe rutted just a bit harder into him, pushing another portion of her pole forward, forcing nearly a third of her giant appendage to drill through his depths; her eyes followed her supersized serpent's shucking, Phoebe amazed by how big she was like she was only just now understanding the true breadth of her endowment. There was so much left to go!
Repeatedly she sawed her shaft in and out of the femboy, slipping it through his soaked canal. Ken, unable to do much else in his splayed-out-position, did what he could to aid her momentum, sliding his squishy cheeks towards the hyper-hung futanari, twerking his ass around her beast - an act that clearly pleased Phoebe! She moaned louder still, her hands jerking off the over foot worth of fleshy fuck-meat that wasn't embedded yet, her limbs quivering as she experienced her first bout of untold, carnal ecstasy.
As the pair fucked, Viv and Coral busied themselves with a discussion of something that'd happened while the latter had her turn with Ken.
"So uh, what was with all that 'I love you' stuff?" Vivian asked her friend as she refilled her cup with translucent liquor and dark soda, "Do you two know each other or something? Is he secretly one of your boy-toys?"
"Nope! Like, I met him in the alley for the first time, same as you!" Coral replied between swigs of her beer, "I don't know what that was either, but it was pretty cute - fucking a boy hard enough that he falls in love with you! It was like something out of a steamy romance novel!"
"You would read that shit…"
"You know it! But like, that's just how males are, ya know? They all want a futa to own them, and when you fuck 'em good enough, they fall in love."
She gave Vivian a smirk like she was taunting the other futa.
"Fuck that! You can keep all that lovey-dovey shit for yourself - I'm just tryna get my balls drained and throw 'em away once I'm done!"
"You're such an animal!"
"Fuck yeah I am!"
The two laughed and returned to watching Phoebe get her rocks off, both of their cocks hard and ready to go .
Neither Ken nor Phoebe had paid any attention to the absurd banter, entirely focused on each other . Phoebe was finding her rhythm, her steady thrusts growing more confident with every one she completed, her natural enormity slurping in and out of Ken's gaping hole, streaked with the remnants of her friends' previous loads; Ken bucked against her, shoving his rear along the length of her inner-wall-stretching member, quickly feeling the affects of having a dick with such a destructive diameter distending his depths.
She didn't even need to aim her member at Ken's prostate to stimulate it, Phoebe's girth so grand that it accomplished the feat of pleasuring the femboy without trying. Ken was over the Moon about this fact, his hips writhing and twisting as every motion that Phoebe made, even the short breaths she took jostling her cock in a way that sent it smashing directly into his most euphoria-inducing spots; just the sheer stretching his hole was experiencing was enough to drive Ken insane with lust, the ribbing of veins gnarling Phoebe's shaft adding to the obscene thickness of her endowment.
Though it took some time, Phoebe eventually managed to sheathe half of her boy-butt-bulging bludgeon, a quantity of cock that nearly rivaled the full length of most futanari. Pausing again, she took her hands off her shaft and put them on either side of Ken, holding herself up with her arms, her chest hovering right above the male's pregnant-looking stomach; she peered around this protruding hump and stared Ken right in the face, their features matching one another's in redness, sweatiness, and countenance-softening euphoria .
"Is… it is okay if I go a little faster?" She hesitantly questioned, her cheeks burning, "I-I'm having a little trouble holding myself back. It's fine if you want me to go slow, though!"
Phoebe quickly added that last part.
"G-Go ahead, it's your birthday after all!" Ken grinned at her, giving his hips another wiggle, "Like I said before, you can fuck me as hard as you want, baby. I'm yours !"
"Um, okay!"
Showing Ken a timid smile, Phoebe drew back her hips until flare of her cockhead snagged on his starfish, the rim of his backdoor clinging to her corona like a second-skin; after taking a quick breath she stuffed her shaft back into Ken's ass, trudging it through his intestines, intent on coring him out more than he'd ever been before. Phoebe didn't stop when she reached the same level of penetration she'd halted at previously, continuing on until she felt her glans meet the barrel of ball brew in his belly, burying more inches of her behemoth than Coral possessed in total , bordering on Viv's humongous size.
They both gasped. Ken's eyes fell back in their sockets and Phoebe's features scrunched up cutely, the degree of depth-delving she'd achieved surpassing the vast majority of futa that the male had ever fucked, a large portion of her cock now firmly lodged in his stomach. Phoebe humped against him with a series of quick, albeit cursory thrusts, little more of her length than what she'd already crammed into Ken entering him; he squirmed beneath her, Ken's finger's nearly slipping from his thighs.
Now this was the kind of fucking that Ken had been hoping for when he first laid eyes on Phoebe's tower of terror - or at the very least it was on the right track! Even if she wasn't pounding into him with the same unrestrained brutality that Vivian had, or the care and affection Coral wielded, it was something , a hint at the true nature hiding behind her meek demeanor, the characteristic that all futanari had a propensity towards, as if the third-sex were predisposed to view males as lesser and to treat them as such.
Deeper and deeper Phoebe's dick drilled its way through Ken's body, stretching and straightening his intestines, marching its way through his insides. Her swollen, long-neglected cum-factories rumbled between her thighs and against the couch, virtually screaming at their owner, begging her to fuck Ken harder, craving release in a way Phoebe had never experienced before; the blonde futa's elephantine endowment trembled in agreement, the gigantic veins criss-crossing its expanse pulsating angrily.
She was getting close - though not to actually cumming . Not yet, anyway. No, Phoebe was getting close to sheathing the entirety of her magnificently massive member into Ken's ass, only a handful of inches separating the pair; Ken, on the other hand, was close to another orgasm, his balls jostling above the unhilted length of Phoebe's cock, his half-hard member bucking in the cage it was basically glued to due to the dried semen covering his groin.
In preparation for his coming finale Ken unhooked his hands from his thighs, extended his legs, and wrapped them around Phoebe's waist!
"F-F-Fuck yes!" He cried out, pulling Phoebe closer to himself, "I want it all , baby! I want to feel your balls slap against my ass and your cock ruin my insides! Please, I need more!"
"I-I'm trying!" Phoebe shouted back at him, raising her voice in an uncharacteristic manner, "But you're so damn tight - it isn't easy! Just… just give me a moment!"
"Yeah you tell him, Phoebe!" Vivian laughed, "Put that little bitch in his fuckin' place!"
A deep growl rumbled from Phoebe's throat as she plowed forward, fighting back against Ken's limb-lock as she rammed more of her ridiculousness into his rear; Ken was all too happy to help her out, drawing her into him, the muscles in his legs probably the strongest in his entire body due to how often he used them to fuck himself on a futa's cock or drop into a squat for an impromptu blowjob at a moment's notice - and he used this power to make sex with Phoebe even better !
All it took was one more furniture-shaking, bone-rattling thrust for Phoebe to attain her deepest desire, her groin thuddingagainst Ken's, his swollen balls slapping off of her stomach. As in sync as ever, groans reverberated from their diaphragms once they completed their connecting, their figures quivering in ecstasy against each other. Phoebe didn't resume pounding Ken right away, her eyes spinning around in her head – much like his were – before they settled on the femboy's stomach, where a new addition to his deformed body appeared.
Jutting from the top of Ken's engorged midsection was none other than imprint of Phoebe's cock, the tip of her stupendous spire tenting his skin towards the ceiling, the size of her endowment causing it to be visible despite the enormous swell of his stomach. Ken noticed it too, and the sight caused him to launch into the orgasm he'd been building up too – as so many aspects of having sex with the ultra-endowed did – his steel-confined-genitals quaking against Phoebe's abdomen, cum beginning to pour out of every hole and opening in the cage's structure.
Phoebe marveled at the effect she was having on her partner, staring wide-eyed at his semen-spraying package, his wild flailing, and the protuberance of her glans and several inches of her shaft forming a bump at the peak of Ken's belly. Moaning as he clamped his asshole down again and again against her veiny monolith in response to his own orgasm, Phoebe acted on instinct and recommenced thrusting into him, yanking herself back as far as possible before pistoning forward, the legs clinging to her torso clamping more firmly than ever.
"Goddess-damn girl, I knew you were hung like a fuckin' horse but shit!" Vivian exclaimed in awe, unable to take her eyes off of the mushroom-shaped bump in Ken's midsection, "Seeing your cock fucking up his stomach like that is something else! Shit I might have to up my game so I don't lose all the boys to you!"
"Mmm that's like, suuuper hot," Coral agreed, the tip of her fingers dancing across her glans, "I wouldn't mind sharing males with you again in the future, Phoebe."
"Same here!"
Unsure of whether to address her friends' compliments or not, Phoebe started to turn her head towards them but was suddenly grabbed by a pair of hands below her; it was Ken, leaning upward to grasp at the bottom of her white shirt in an attempt to pull it off of her body, clearly wanting to see her naked. Phoebe, struck by the realization that she'd gotten pretty damn sweaty from fucking Ken, humored him and slid her top off, dropping it onto the floor next to the couch, her complexion matching his in hue and sheen .
Ken's cock pumped out a few more weak spurts of sperm when he laid eyes on Phoebe's nude torso. She was beautiful in a way that wasn't often seen on futanari, who had a tendency to possess exaggerated figures, either from their obscene voluptuousness, their immense amounts of muscle they seemed to put on with ease, or both ; Phoebe had a more average-build, her breasts large and firm but nowhere near the size of Coral's, her body lean but not as defined with striated strength like Viv's. A pleasant change for sure!
He wasn't given more than a few seconds to dwell on the birthday-futa's rare allure, Phoebe's repeated railing catching up to him, Ken's upper-half falling back into the couch, petrified with pleasure. Listening to her bloated sperm-tanks raucously plap against his ass, Ken focused on the back-and-forth rocking of his body, and all the blissful stimulation that followed with it; Phoebe's ponderously expansive spear reached so far up into his torso that he could've swore he felt it poking at his throat , while the insane girth of her meaty log hammered his prostate into a thin paste .
But, and most importantly, was how much precum the now-naked futanari was gushing into his guts. It was damn near like she was actually cumming, her she-pre pissing into stomach and diluting the semen he'd already gorged himself on from both ends; Ken could see his abdomen swell to an even greater degree of absurdity from Phoebe's sperm alone , the taut sphere extending from his torso wobbling, rippling from the volume of futa-fluid filling him. Forget pregnancy - Ken was starting to look like he'd swallowed an entire child !
Lifting her hands from the couch, Phoebe took hold of Ken's waist – or what she could of it, considering the level of his distension – and wrenched him towards herself, his legs moving collaboratively to force her to fuck faster . Bodies bangingoff each other, Phoebe's balls and breasts bouncing, Ken's bulbous belly bobbing, they let passion control their movements, their animal instincts taking over, losing all agency. It was an act of unbridled breeding through and through.
"F-Fucking t-take my cock!" Phoebe grunted, trying out dirty-talking for the first time, subconsciously copying what she'd heard from her friends, "Um… Tighten, uh, your asshole more! Y-Y-You like it when I f-fuck you like this!?"
"I love it! Keep fucking me! Please don't stop! Please!"
Viv and Coral shared a laugh.
"Look at her, acting like a true futa for once!"
"She's like, finally maturing!"
For the second time that night Ken felt sweat drip off the futanari dominating him and onto his body, his gravid gut dotted with Phoebe's perspiration; he wasn't doing much better, his figure outlined by his own moisture on the couch. If he hadn't been on the receiving end of so many cum shots, he would've shriveled up from dehydration like a prune! Those same droplets flew through the air between and above them, the air heavy with sauna-like humidity to the point that there were nearly tendrils of steam wafting off their entangled forms.
The more that Phoebe gave herself to her lust, the more force and swiftness she used to pound into Ken. Couch creaking beneath them and banging into the wall, the storm of passion from their coitus created a lurid ruckus that could be heard from several houses down; the wet slapping of flesh on flesh, the moaning and grunting, the schlicking of Phoebe's cock burrowing in and out of Ken's asshole - it was a cacophony that any futanari who'd reached adulthood would recognize!
Ken was struggling to hold onto his consciousness, Phoebe's rampage increasing in intensity. She wasn't brutalizing his body like Vivian, nor was she 'babying' him like Coral - Phoebe hit a sort of sweet spot between the two attitudes towards sex. Her fucking was rough for the simple, unavoidable reason that her cock was so inhumanely gigantic that it would've been impossible for the coupling to not be violent, but there was a kindness Ken noticed behind her eyes, like she was feeling some regret about how fearsomely endowed she was. That didn't stop her from throwing herself at Ken with every thrust, but that wasn't even on his list of potential concerns.
How could it be? This was some of the best sex that Ken had ever experienced! And it was only getting better the longer it lasted, Ken once again very much surprised by how long it was taking Phoebe to cum; he would have expected a virtually virginal futanari to bust quickly, but it seemed that Phoebe defied stereotyping in every manner possible. If she was this good and it was only her first time, how skillful would she end up by the time the night was finished?
Ken couldn't decide if he felt sorry for or jealous of the numerous males she'd undoubtedly get her hands on in the future!
"I'm gonna cum, Ken," Phoebe whispered, her voice thick with lust, "g-gonna cum right in your ass. I… I hope you can handle it - it's gonna be a big one!"
"Oh Goddess yes ! Gimme everything you got, Phoebe! I'm a pathetic slut who needs futa-cum just to survive ! Fill your gift until he pops !"
"K-Ken…!"
Jerking erratically, Phoebe spasmed atop of Ken, falling far enough forward that her pert breasts pressed into his stomach, her small, pink nipples digging into his flesh. Blonde locks covering her face, she panted into a section of Ken's distorted figure, her cock stone-stiff inside of him; Ken swore that he could feel the futa's member swell , somehow managing to grow even more absurdly humongous in his guts, her whole endowment dilating to make room for the flood it was about to unleash - a flood that Ken couldn't have been more excited for!
Ken saw stars when the floodgates opened. His depths were immediately inundated by a searing salvo of seed shooting into his stomach, a stream that defied reason and precedence, the only thing he could even begin to compare it to being a blast from a water cannon - and even that might not have been adequate enough to satisfactorily describe the explosion of cum that struck his guts. It was… divine .
His stomach grew immediately. There wasn't a hint of build-up or anything of the sort - it just happened. Phoebe came close to being tossed off of the femboy's midsection by her own orgasm, his flesh warping upward and outward, swelling at an incredible rate; Ken almost lost his hold on the futa's torso when the bottom of his belly flopped onto his own thighs, his caged-cock and deflated testicles rolled over by his expanding mass. He was practically more cum than human when Phoebe first entered him, and now? Now he barely resembled a living, breathing person!
Phoebe cried out in overwhelming rapture as she unloaded into her birthday present. So powerful was her carnal rapture she almost fell off the couch, her shaking limbs causing her to lose her balance; she had to grab the back of the couch just to steady herself, her fingers gripping the frame like she planned to break it clean off. Her mostly-hidden balls gurgled like an upset stomach, bloating further instead of decreasing in size, like her first experience with this type of climax left them asking for more - and this all occurred during just the initial few seconds of her orgasm!
Viv and Coral watched in jaw-sagging, speechless reverence.
Neither of the two much more experienced futanari had ever seen anything like it, had ever witnessed an almost concerning amount of cum be expelled at once; Vivian and Coral both found themselves worried for Ken's safety, his body's durability put to the test as he received enough futa-seed that'd make even the most veteran of male-sluts recoil - though the former's distress came from a place of selfishness , Vivian not done using Ken by a long-shot. But they didn't do anything to stop Phoebe or pull her off of Ken, not caring enough to want to interrupt their friend's orgasm.
Figure continuing to balloon in every direction, Ken quickly found himself pinned to the couch by his own gravid, fluid heft, the excessive volume of semen – an excessive volume that just grew and grew – weighing him down like someone had attached hundreds of pounds of water to him. He couldn't even lift his arms more than a few inches into the air, his reach utterly obstructed by the rounded, distending addition to his body - not that he had a reason to move his limbs! Ken was beyond content to lay there and absorb more cum than he ever had in his short life.
At the beginning of the night, Ken joked to himself that his cum-cravings would be satiated for the next week. That was no longer the case. Ken now figured he'd be high as a kite for months , day-dreaming about living as a ball of baby batter for days on end, not needing to prostitute himself for just a chance of obtaining a small dose of his preferred drug. When it came to the semen of a futanari, the old adage 'too much of a good thing' didn't apply - at least in Ken's opinion!
He mumbled mindlessly to himself as Phoebe's orgasm persisted.
To both of them it didn't seem that her load would ever stop bursting from her balls! Gout after gout of goop gushed into Ken's guts, fresh rivers of her ridiculous refuse running through him, no longer joining Viv and Coral's cum but replacing it like Phoebe was marking him as her own. Phoebe was forced to straighten up on her knees, no space left for her to drape herself on Ken's stomach, his expansion occupying the same amount of room that two people sitting side-by-side would. She was slowly pushed away from Ken, her cock sliding back out of him.
Ken didn't possess the mental acumen to try and hold her in place – or kick her off, if he had even an inkling of concern for his own health – so stoned off of Phoebe's cum that he might as well have been comatose . Drool spilled from his lips, as did his tongue which hung limply against his chin, Ken's eyes so unfocused it looked like both were lazy . His chest heaved rapidly, Ken struggling to breath as the crushing weight of his own addiction bore down on his lungs, nearly squeezing the life out of him.
It felt to Ken and Phoebe that her climax lasted an eternity . Gallons of ball brew beamed repeatedly from her piss slit, jettisoning hard enough to carve a path through the rest of the slime swirling through Ken's guts to impact the walls of his stomach, bruising his insides; and the sheer, unforgiving girth Phoebe's member possessed kept Ken's ass totally plugged, his bowels stopped-up like he was being fisted . Absolutely nothing was going to leak out of him while Phoebe's colossus corked the crevice between his cheeks!
There was scarcely a noticeable difference when the birthday-futa's orgasm began to slow, her output still appearing in the form of elongated, dense streams of progeny - though they were being released at a reduced rate. Salvo after salvo of semen sieved into his stomach, saturating his depths in her personal pearlescence, Phoebe's own cock swallowed by her seed; she suddenly began to grunt and make a series of renewed, shallow thrusts against the extremely-inflated male like she was tired of how long it was taking for her orgasm to finish.
Lacking the awareness to attempt an estimate of when Phoebe's peak of pleasure might end, Ken's acted on instinct alone, his body's natural response to being fucked and filled to squeeze his ass down around his partner's pole, milking it for everything it was worth; and though he could feel when the pace of previously powerfully pressured progeny pours weakened, Ken was beyond the point of caring, so satiated that it was like he was overdosing on futanari cum. The trio could've tossed him out onto the street and he wouldn't have complained!
After some more time had passed, Phoebe started to move like she was done cumming, regardless if that was the case or not.
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