Happy Wife (cuckolding)

THIS STORY CONTAINS FUTA ON MALE (PEGGING) ACTION.

I'm a reasonable man. An accommodating man. So when my beautiful wife wanted to confess her secret fantasy to me, I listened. It turned out to be outside my comfort zone, like, way outside. If my comfort zone was in Alaska, I'd be in Antarctica. Yet, I tried to find a compromise to meet in the middle, somewhere around Mexico. We're both in our twenties; I didn't want to sound selfish a month after swearing to cherish her forever.

So my wife's fantasy of watching me take a cock up the ass clashed with my life goal of never-ever letting that happen under any circumstances. But what is my happiness really worth if my wife spends the rest of our lives wondering how things could have been had she picked someone a bit more adventurous. We talked about alternatives. I was willing to try a strap-on, but she insisted that she wanted to watch and not participate. When she suggested getting a futa involved, we were at a point in the conversation where I knew this was the best I could settle for.

I had heard of these special ladies. I didn't even know her friend Anne from work was one of them. It made me feel a little better about the whole butt thing; the woman was a stunner. Young, tall, slim, blonde, with really big… eyes. A swimsuit-model type. So I agreed to take one for the team, knowing that said 'one' would at least be attached to a beautiful woman. Yeah, I could work with that.

And that's how I ended up on my back, wrists tied to my ankles and ankles tied spread-eagle to the posts of our bed's headboard, waiting for Anne's knock on the front door. I blamed my erection on nervousness more than the anticipation of seeing my wife's friend disrobe. Hopefully, she believed that more than me.

"So your husband is OK with this?" That was Anne worrying about me in the vestibule. I like Anne; she's a good egg.

"Hi, Anne!" I yelled from the bedroom.

"Hi, Ian. How's it hanging?" she yelled back.

"I'd come shake your hand, but I'm a little tied up at the moment."

"He's cute," I heard Anne tell my wife, who was probably rolling her eyes. I was going for hilarious, but cute would do. "Want me to go easy on him?"

"Yes, please. It's my first time." I replied. When you're talking through walls, it's hard to know if people can hear you alright.

"Oh God no, the complete opposite: go as hard as you can," my wife said. I heard her pretty clearly, so I would have assumed she'd heard me, too. "I want to watch youdestroyhis ass."

"She's kidding, Anne, just in case you didn't know!" I yell again before giggling nervously.

"I'm not kidding. I want to see your entire cock disappear completely inside his virgin ass, and I want you to slam it so hard and fast that it sounds like someone clapping with cupped hands."

"You two are probably winking at each other, but I can't tell!"

Anne entered the room, a picture of perfection with subtle makeup, shiny, styled hair like a shampoo commercial, and black high heels that made her seem even taller from my submissive position on the bed. With my freshly waxed taint pointing right at her, I had never felt so exposed in my life. But she seemed to be in her element (probably not her first time, unlike mine) and started casually taking off her clothes in front of the tied-up hog like coming home after a long day at the office. I wasn't sure if I should look away. It's not like I could fully turn around in my predicament, and I felt that I deserved a side-glance at least.

Under Anne's shirt was a black laced bra that could barely contain her breasts. Heck, herframeseemed to barely be able to contain them. I'm completely devoted to my wife, even willing to take a cock in the ass for her, but if we did the whole sex-list thing, this tall drink of water would be number one through five, even knowing that she has a...

Her skirt dropped, and so did my jaw. In an even more flagrant way than her large breasts on her thin torso, her giant cock did not belong to such a dainty, hairless pubis. It did not belong to thisworld. The only thing proportional to her oversized veiny cock was the pair of flesh bowling balls tucked underneath.

I was astonished but also relieved in a way. I wouldn't have to go through this after all because there was no way a monster dong like that would fit inside me without a lifetime of training, starting with a pinkie finger and working my way to a thumb after a few months. But having been willing to try was worth a few brownie points with the wife, I hoped. When Anne squirted an entire tube of "Industrial Anal Gel" on the glans of her engorging penis, I had a feeling she didn't see it the same way.

"Hang on, are we really doing this? Your thing... I mean... You're a bit on the large side."

"Ian!" My wife's face was red. Never a good sign. "You don't comment on a futa's giant cock. What is wrong with you?"

"I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"It's OK. He's new to this," Anne said. I was relieved about not offending her but still a little bit concerned about her stroked cock still growing before my very eyes. "Don't worry, Ian, futas are stronger than we look. We always manage to fit it all in."

Not at all what I was worried about. But putting my foot into my mouth again was my second biggest worry, so I just accepted the fact that I was dealing with a professional.

"Do you want me to jerk him off while I pound his ass?" Anna asked my wife.

"I wouldn't mind a little stimulation," I answered first. I'm confident enough with my heterosexually to take a cock up the ass, but I reckoned a woman's hands on my dick would make me feel a little less insecure.

"No, this isn't supposed to be fun for him. Watching him squirm will be fun for me."

OK then…

Anne walked on her knees across the bed, her glossy cock twitching and dripping precum. She was ten times the man I was but, seeing her in nothing other than a struggling bra and stiletto heels, I was willing to give a woman like that my ass... for my wife's sake, of course.

Anne teased my butt with a few wet slaps of her cock on my anus, which shriveled in fear. She found that amusing. I quickly learned that anal penetration is a game of angles. Once Anne had the right one, her cockhead crowned my rim and slowly slid inside my rectum with steady pressure. Not a fun fact I'm going to bring up at parties. It was intense for sure, I thought my ass would tear apart at every new inch it swallowed, but after a few minutes of heavy Lamaze breathing, I somehow took the entire length. Another thing I learned about anal penetration is that taking the entire length is just the beginning.

Using the full range of her hips, Anne began thrusting inside me, grinding my prostate and punching my stomach. Every slam of her crotch against mine took my breath away, and I struggled to get it back before the next slam. The pleasure I felt while being denied the desperate need to jerk off was unexplainable; maybe I finally understood the expression 'hurt so good.'

"Don't look at me!" My wife yelled. I had turned my head to see how she was doing. She had one hand down her panties and the other fondling her breasts as she watched the bulge in my abdomen alternate from deep to deepest. It's too bad that she wouldn't let me watch what I was working so hard to achieve. Well, Anne was doing most of the work, so I watched her bouncing tits instead. Every thrust of her giant dick stretching my colon brought with it the hope that one of her big boobs would burst out of the undersized but obviously well-crafted bra.

Two other things I learned about futas: they have a lot of endurance, and they cum as hard as they fuck. I hadn't even thought of Anne coming inside me, so I wasn't mentally prepared when I felt warm ropes spray inside. Disturbing yet strangely erotic. That would describe the entire experience from start to finish, actually.

I couldn't tell you how long she tenderized my guts, but it felt like at least an hour before she forced her cock deeper than ever and began unloading what might have been a full gallon of spunk. I could sensorily follow the torrential flow as it travelled my intestines. Anne's body pressed against mine, moaning in my ear as hard as she squeezed, made me join her in orgasm. Her soft navel was the first touch my penis experienced since she started her work. Don't tell my wife, but it wasby farthe most intense ejaculation I've ever had.

"So? How was it?" I asked my beautiful wife. Anne was waiting for her answer as well, her softening cock still big enough to keep my cum belly from leaking. I almost forgot what the sound of silence was after hearing the bedframe and mattress coils shriek in pain for so long (or Anne's deep moans at the end).

My wife put down her book after finishing her page. "I don't know. Watching you get fucked is a bit of a turn-off after all."

"Oh well, we tried," I said, shrugging at Anne who shrugged back at me. I like Anne; we're on the same wavelength.

"Maybe hearing you get fucked from the other room without having to watch would be better?" My wife suggested.

"OK, we can try that," Anne replied without a hint of tiredness after an hour of sex. I could already feel her cock engorging inside me. Allmymuscles were sore, and I hadn't even been able to move.

"Thanks, you're a doll," my wife said, gathering her things. "I'll be in the living room. Try to fuck him even harder, so I can hear him from the other room."

"I can just be louder, no need to…," I started, but Anne was already off her knees, her stilettos digging deep into the mattress. "Oof... fuck me."

In her new position, crouched over my ass, Anne was able to put her full weight behind the cock slams. I thought she had already been bottoming out in my colon before, but this new angle managed to stretch it out even more. See? It's a game of angles.

I probably wouldn't have moaned as loudly if I faked it, so good call there from my wife. It felt like she was sabotaging her own fantasy by turning on the TV, though; I've never seen her stay awake for more than ten minutes at night with the TV on. Sure enough, nine minutes later, I could hear her snores between the slaps of Anne's balls on my coccyx.

"You guys are still at it, huh?" I turned to see my lovely wife with a Starbucks coffee cup and wet hair wrapped in a towel. It seemed she had slept through my ass-tenderizing, gut-inflating night, then drove to a coffee shop, came back, and took a shower. It would have been a lie to say the experience had been purely uncomfortable for me, but I felt like a little appreciation on her part was overdue.

"You never told me to stop." Anne further demonstrated her commitment by continuing to fuck me as she talked.

"How did it go, honey," I asked, wincing a bit between each word.

"Hmm?"

"You wanted to listen to me while Anne and I had sex."

"Ew, don't call it sex. She's pounding your ass." Tomato, Potato. "I don't know... I think what I really need is tosharethe experience with you."

I was touched, honestly. Giving my butt a break by taking turns with my wife was exactly what I needed right now after twelve hours of getting my insides rearranged.

"Woah, what is going on in here?" A man wearing my matching monogrammed towel had appeared in the doorframe. He also had a Starbucks coffee cup. 'Fred' was written in marker between his fingers.

"That's the reason I picked you up, actually," my wife explained to him (and to me because I had no idea what was going on either). "I wanted us to try swinging."

"Well, I don't swing like that, if you know what I mean." Fred is such a pussy.

"Nobody's asking you to swap with Ian; we're just going to have sex on the same bed."

"So… you want me to do your ass, too or...?

"Ouch, are you crazy? Just fuck me like you normally do."

I wanted to tell my wife that anal isn't so bad once you get used to it, but I didn't want to sound like an expert in front ofFred. To me, this was still a one-time-thing since Anne had technically never pulled out.

My wife dialed up the dirty talk to eleven as Fred raw-dogged her on the bed right next to me. She was screaming things like "breed me," and "fill my womb," and "don't you dare pull out." Her guy didn't last nearly as long as my girl. It's ironic that, during our first swinging experience, my wife got fucked by a pussy while I got fucked by a cock.


"My girlfriend Alara... is a vampire."

Sitting next to me, Alara flashed her fangs in what I hoped could pass as a friendly smile.

There was no reaction from my sister Riley sitting across the table of our sparse kitchen. Stunned silence or horrified surprise? Or perhaps she was too sleepy to comprehend the implications; I did call this family meeting in the middle of the night since only my bedroom had the windows boarded up then.

Riley's first emotion was incredulity, so I elaborated: "I thought you should know because I asked her to move in with us. Like, so you don't call the cops because you think I've been murdered. The whole thing is completely consensual and..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know how vampires work. What I want to know is what a sexy, bad-ass vampire chick likeherwould want from adorklike you."

Alara snorted. Had she been drinking blood, some might have shot out of her nose. Shewasa sexy, bad-ass vampire chick, no objection there. With her long black hair, pale skin, and dark makeup, she was like the overly-committed goth girl at school that's too hot to be made fun of and that everyone knows is hiding a giant pair of snow-white titties braless under her black death-band t-shirt.

I didn't expect Alara to answer this obviously satirical and rhetorical question. "He's got a tight ass and delicious blood. A vampire cares about little else."

Ouch, OK. She could have slipped a 'handsome' in there for my self-esteem's sake, but it was nice to know that my blood is particularly delicious.

"Is it true that female vampires grow a giant cock?"

"Riley, come on..." I said. What my sister needs to grow is a filter. Yes, my girlfriend has a penis, and, yes, it's on the large side, the very large side. Vampire girls use it to inject Eryto... Eryprotin...

"Erythropoietin is a hormone that stimulates blood cell production. My semen is full of it, so by discharging a gushing amount in your brother's digestive system as I feed, he can produce blood as fast as I can suck it out of his neck." Leave it to a stone-cold vampire to casually talk about our sex life to my sister.

Once the conversation migrated away from cocks in butts to vamp life in general, I felt relaxed enough to retreat to my dark, boarded-up bedroom. The announcement had gone well, all things considered. With Alara now living here, I needed to cherish every minute of sleep I could get away with.

"Your sister is adorable," a deep sexy voice whispered in my ear with a slight lisp because of the fangs. I didn't know how much time had passed, but I knew the only shut-eye I'd get in the next twenty-four hours would be from passing out. My sister was on to something: a sexy, bad-ass vampire chick wanting a dork like me... I was willing to put up with a few discomforts to keep this dream alive.

I couldn't answer much more than a moan because the long nail of Alara's index finger was running erotically down my back towards the entrance. Still a bit groggy, I stuffed two pillows under me to elevate my crotch. It helps the blood flow to my neck, apparently. I could feel my erection swelling against the pillows, and I could see hers growing next to my face. I undersold it earlier when I called it 'very large'; it is mythologically huge. I don't know if there's vampire magic involved to get this thing all the way up my butt, but had I not been so entranced by its rhythmic twitching and pearling precum that smelled like pure vinegar, I would have looked away.

The cock always came before the fangs, forcing open my 'tight ass,' as Alara called it. It didn't hurt so much anymore, but the intense stretching still made me wish I had a spare pillow to bite into. I was her slave, her butt-boy, her familiar, her blood bank. Whatever it was, this codependence can become addictive.

I felt the cock pushing against my guts even after I was convinced there was no more room. Alara's vampire strength helped force it to the hit. She had my arms pinned above my head, probably for roleplay purposes; she knew how helpless I already was locked between her thighs. Her breasts squished against me. Anyone who makes fun of a guy for taking an undead cock in the ass has never felt the softness of vampire breasts rubbing against their back. They're cold, but it's like the cool side of a pillow on a hot, sweaty, sex-fueled day.

I moaned as she slowly started pumping. The pre-bite serenade doesn't last very long so I try to enjoy every second of it.

"That's right, stretch for me, little mortal." It's just harmless dirty talk; we have a healthy relationship, don't worry.

"I don't think I can stop myself from sucking you dry tonight. They say the very last drop is the most delicious. I can't wait to taste yours." Again, just dirty talk to get the adrenaline pumping. She says things like that every night, but I haven't died yet! Came close a few times, though.

Alara wriggled her hips for maximum depth between every slap of her crotch against my buttocks. The foreplay was over; my ass was getting a real pounding. Meanwhile, she was teasing my neck with her nails, making me shiver every time I thought the fangs were coming.

And then they came, making fresh holes into a tender neck already littered with feeding scars. Turtlenecks have become my best friends on days when I go out, which are admittedly few and far between

What a rush it is to feel the life get drained out of your busiest artery. It's like dying but without the pain and without the stress. Just the peaceful bliss of fading away while listening to the steady swallowing sounds of your lover so close to your ears.Slurp, gulp, slurp, gulp...every mouthful down the hatch a little more for her and a little less for me. She drank greedily that night, swallowing to the rhythm of my heartbeats. I started wondering if she could even appreciate the taste of my blood by how fast she wolfed it down. Perhaps excited by the prospect of living together, Alara seemed more eager, more careless... Enough to make an irreparable mistake? Would the newspaper mention that I died while ejaculating in a stack of pillows. I remember my last thoughts before the bedroom faded:I don't blame you, Alara. I hope my last drop was... delicious...

I came through so empty, yet so full. Alara was still drinking my blood, with even more suction than before unbelievably, but she was also spurting gallons of rich vampire sperm up my intestines. The Enpro... Enri... the hormones flooding my system were kicking my blood factories into overdrive. Had she not cum exactly when she did, I'm not sure I would have been able to write this diary entry. It's all part of the thrill of dating a vampire.

Semen was still squirting out of her wide urethra when her hip motions started again. She slapped her big testicles against my much smaller ones, grinding her cock between my kidneys, massaging her seed through the pores of my colon. After coming so close to losing the good fight, your senses become more acute, and you feel things twice as much. That does include the giant vampire cock pounding your ass.

The fangs release their hold on my neck. The holes instantly coagulated, leaving only a pair of rivulets that would dry before they stained the sheets. I braced myself for the piercing of new holes; I knew Alara was just changing sides; she'd never be sated after drinking me only once. Does she need to bite multiple times per session? Sometimes I think she just likes making new holes

"Bro, I'm hungry."

I thought I was drained of energy, but I had to find some reserve to appropriately react to my sister having entered my room mid-coitus without knocking or bothering to put on clothes. She was even so bold as to walk right up to my side of the bed, completely shameless about her exposed breasts inches from my face.

"Fuck! Riley, don't just come in like that. There's leftover meat pie in the fucking fridge." I don't usually swear at my sister, I swear, but swearing is how I deal with extreme embarrassment apparently. Meanwhile, Alara was completely unfazed. Her cock in my ass and the loud gulps in my ears did not skip a beat. It was almost like she was making a show of it, now moaning between red mouthfuls.

"The meat pie's not rare enough. I'm hungry for blood," Riley said. It took me a minute to understand the implications as only the emergency lights were on in my head.

"Alara, you didn't..." I reached out to my nightstand and flipped the switch on my lamp. Alara pulled out of my neck with a hiss and a wince at the new bright light. "Sorry." Riley winced too, shielding her eyes. She was paler, skinner, and definitely fangier than went I left her chatting in the kitchen. It was obvious now that her breasts had at least doubled in size, and her cock... Well, she now had a cock, a cock as big as her arm. "How can you turn my little sister into a vampire without asking me first?"

Both goth girls answered the same thing at the same time: "Why would I need your permission?"

"This isn't like getting a new tattoo. At least those you can kind of get removed. Being a vampire is for life. No,for eternity."

"So? What's so bad about being a vampire?" Riley had asked, but Alara seemed even more eager to hear my answer. I had to play this cool. At least I was refueling my blood supply during awkward silences. A giant cock up the ass can still cloud your judgment, though.

"Well... Alara hasme. But you've been a vampire for less than an hour and you're already starved enough to deliberately walk in on me and my girlfriend having sex. What are you supposed to do? Roam the night to feed on unsuspecting victims?"

"Oh, don't be so melodramatic," Alara said, nestling her cock deeper into my guts. "Nobody needs to 'roam the night'; I told her we could share."

"Share? Share me?!" I had to put my head back down on the bed and take deep breaths. "I can barely keep up with one of you. I almost passed out just from raising my voice."

"Then don't raise your voice," Alara said. "You need to start trusting people who are hundreds of years older than you."

I had never asked Alara her age. I'm glad she was bitten in her early twenties. She had a point, though: why was I pretending to know the first thing about being a vampire?

"Let's make some room for your sister, OK?"

"Wait... what do you mean?" Fangs made a fresh set of holes in my neck, and, combined with the cock anchor, Alara was able to flip us around in bed so that the small of her back rested high on the pillow stack. The little modesty I had left was now fully exposed to Riley's gaze. She licked her lips, watching my wet cock drenched in the cum of countless shameful pillow ejaculations. I was almost relieved when I noticed it was my stretched asshole rising and falling on Alara's cock that had her attention.

Riley climbed on the bed between my legs. I tried to focus on the sound of Alara's swallows and the cushion of breasts against my back while my sister skated a finger between the rim of my asshole and her mentor's cock. Riley's cock rested on top of mine, dwarfing it like a micromachine squashed under the tire of a real car. My stretched ass would have disagreed if it could talk, but I was rooting for her to succeed in joining Alara's cock in there. I didn't want my sister to go hungry, and I understood that she wouldn't be able to drink her share without providing her share of hormonal sperm. If there was an easier way to do this, I'm sure Alara would have mentioned it.

I kept my eyes closed, hoping to delay the day when I would see my sister's O-face as she penetrated me. But I couldn't escape the feeling of her nipples caressing my chest as she pushed her cock alongside Alara's in my straining rectum. Almost like a reward for my patience, she squished her full bosom against me while wriggling in the last few inches of her vampire cock. The two girls' cocks were neck and neck inside my colon. I was the red meat in a sandwich of breasts, and that more than made up for being on the verge of ripping in half.

Of all the things happening at once, it was my sister's breath on the unoccupied side of my neck that pushed me over the edge. I could hear her say, 'eww, you jizzed in my bellybutton' in my head, but this new Riley didn't care about silly human problems like that. She only wanted my ass and my... ah ahh... her virgin fangs sank into my experienced neck, and she drankdeep. And my blood.

"So, how does it taste?" Alara asked in a breath before returning to feed on her side of my neck.

"Mmmph, slurrrrp, mmmph..." It seemed a tortuous chore for Riley to pry herself away from my neck long enough to answer. "I would have gotten myself turned way sooner had I known..." she dove back in before finishing her sentence.

"Make sure you associate the taste with erotic pleasure so you can help me fill your brother's ass with cum as often as possible."Slurp. Gulp.

Riley emerged again for a brief moment. "That won't be too hard; you were right about his tight ass."Slurp. Gulp.

"Between you and me, I was sure it would tear."Slurp. Gulp.

"It still might. I'm about to cum so hard."Slurp. Gulp.

"I'll join you. It feels even better when vampires cum together."Slurp. Gulp. "To feel a warm body inflating like a balloon against your tummy..."Slurp. Gulp.

"My first vampire orgasm... I'm cummiiing."Sluuuuurp.

I was happy that my sister was happy and that the vampires had run out of conversation because my neck was starting to feel like a dartboard with a fresh bite every five seconds.


Internal Body Language

How could anyone pass up an opportunity like this?I wondered, watching two schoolgirls with bright neon hair make out passionately a few feet away from my desk, tongues in each other's throats, shirts open, breasts squished together. I didn't argue when NASA said they would ask the Futalisks students to wear traditional human school uniforms to help with my homesickness, but I also kept to myself the foreign concept of buttons.

Leaving Earth behind is daunting, and there are some communication hurdles to get over. Still, it's hard to believe I was the only one who signed up for the intergalactic student exchange program. Being the only male in an entire school (no, an entireplanet) where the average girl looks like the busty love-interest character of an ecchi anime is all I really needed in life. And, because they're used to being naked, they welcome my stares at their frequent nip-slips. I also don't need to pretend to drop a pencil if I want to peek at the underbun of their short skirts. If I could draw my gaze away from the closest hot-lesbian-tonguing-action, I would see myself surrounded by gorgeous women paired in deep French kissing, frequently swapping partners. Exchanging saliva is just how they talk with each other.

A beauty with light pink hair entered the classroom and walked straight toward me without stopping to kiss any of her friends. She leaned against my desk. I didn't mind at all that she was blocking my morning make-out show because her shirt had bundled up in her armpits, and her arms were squishing together, inches from my face, large juicy breasts that would have made her famous on Earth. I don't think Futalisks know that putting their tits on display is arousing to me; they just learned it's the best way to get my attention. Her smile was a ray of sunshine even on this two-sun world.

"Good morning, Xarissa," I said. The first thing any Futalisk you meet does is spend almost thirty minutes teaching you their name, so it's hard to forget it.

She waved her breasts at me, indicating she had something to tell me.

"If you just want to say hello, you can wave your hand like I showed you." I did yet another demonstration of the classic human greeting. They understand English pretty well by now but don't seem at all interested in any non-fluidic communication of their own.

She bounced her breasts more energetically. I could have watched her perfect tits slap against each other all day, but I didn't want to rudely ignore what she had to tell me.

"OK, OK, let's hear it." I sighed to mask my shameful excitement, opened the butt flap of my NASA-issued onesie, and leaned over my desk. It would be so much simpler if I could understand their saliva, but they have a more versatile fluid dispenser for cross-species speech, and it's tuned to our digestive system. But this way isn't without its charms.

Xarissa walked around the desk to place her cock on my back. That's how you can tell Futalisks apart from human females; other than being unworldly gorgeous and having unnaturally vivid hair colors, they have a giant cock between their legs and aren't shy about showing it. I felt its weight on my back grow as it engorged, legs shaking unwittingly in trepidation. I'm surrounded by giant futa cocks all day, yet they still surprise me with their size when the conversation's about to start. Maybe that is why nobody else signed up; they weren't willing to take a giant cock up the ass to further galactic diplomacy. Their loss. It's a...fuck… oh god…the thick cock head was crowning my anus and would soon wholly disappear in my relatively small ass. It's a fascinating language.

The first words of the day are always the hardest to digest. Drooling on my desk from the intense anal activity, I went back to watching supermodels sucking each other's tongues as Xarissa primed her word dispenser by punching it in and out of my guts. To an unacquainted observer, it would have looked like she was fucking my ass with raw sexual passion, it surefeltthat way too, but that's just them engaging in dialog. The colon packing, the deep thrusts, the prostate grinding, it's nothing sexual. It's simply how they turn thoughts into liquid in their balls before ejaculating what they want to say. Soon it would all become clear. 'Soon,' meaning anywhere between ten and thirty minutes. But it's not like I had anything else to do with my time. The teacher was making her rounds kissing younger girls and spitting the lesson plan into their mouths. I had to wait my turn like everyone else. There's no way to talk to a crowd in their language. Unless you count…

Xarissa wrapped her arms around my chest to lift me off my feet. Futalisks are surprisingly strong for their slender frames. Vertically impaled on her cock, I saw she was making room for a shy, purple-hair Futalisk who had been slowly inching closer as if to eavesdrop on our conversation.

"Oh, hello, Ysobelle..." Brain no work good when your entire weight is being bounced balls-deep on an enormous rod of meat. Thankfully, Futalisks don't know what it means when my eyes roll back and the crotch of my onesie grows a sticky wet spot.

"Can it wait a few minutes?" I asked once I finished reeling from a toe-curling orgasm. "I think Xarissa is almost ready to say what she has to say."

Ysobelle parted the flaps of her shirt to reveal her massive, perky torpedos and began massaging them like fresh Play-Doh in front of me.

"Is it really that urgent?" I asked her again, watching her big cock erect to a Leaning Tower of Pisa angle, lifting up her schoolgirl skirt to turn a breast massage into a titwank. Her non-verbal answer was clear: she felt it was urgent enough to cram her cock into my stretched anus and push it up my rectum alongside her classmate's. I prefer when the first chat of the day isn't a group chat, but it is always flattering to have so many hot girls eager to talk to me. Not the kind of thing that would ever have happened in my old school on Earth, even without counting the giant alien cocks.

So they slammed my crotch like bumper cars for another ten minutes. I'm still not sure what they make of my moans. Hopefully, they never find out that getting double-stuffed between pillows of soft milky breasts is insanely arousing to human males. That might make things weird.

My ass and sanity were stretched like rubber bands when the liquid words came. Information-rich cum flooded my bowels. Gallons of it, trillions of cells penetrating the pores of my membranes, invading my bloodstream to deliver their package straight into my brain to form words that would vocalize in my mind.

"Good morning," Xarissa said.

"Hi," Ysobelle said.

"Thanks, girls. Good morning to you too," I replied with my human tongue while panting and leaking words out of my gaping ass on my chair. Like I said: fascinating language. Just maybe not the most efficient when it comes to simple greetings.

As I reached for my butt flap, a crimson hair Futalisk deposited her melons, each as big as my head, on my desk, her way of saying 'not so fast'. It was my turn to receive today's lesson, then I would be free to chat with my friends all day as the teacher finished her rounds.

I bent over obediently and spread my shaky legs to make room for her feet. The front of my NASA onesie had a bulge from daydreaming about what it would be like to receive my lesson orally from the teacher like her other students, our wet tongues expressing emotions English words couldn't begin to describe while I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her breasts for punctuation. I have such a huge crush on that woman. Though it's foolish to think a cross-species, teacher-student romance will ever develop, at least I get to have sex with her every day.

Clothing is complicated enough for Futalisks without the nuance of social standings, so the teacher wore the same schoolgirl uniform as the other girls. It fit her even less. All Futas look like young goddesses at the peak of their beauty, but you can tell an experienced woman apart by the size of her tits and ass, which the standard issued school uniform doesn't comeclosetopartiallycovering (she was basically wearing nothing but a short cloak and a pleated belt), and the size of her cock swinging well past her knees. Even with a rectum that had just stretched around two cocks and an anus oozing with organic alien lubricant, my knuckles turned white, clenching the sides of my desk as the teacher began her penetrating lesson.

It was a very enthusiastic lesson today. She crotch-spanked my ass red, and it still hurts to sit down as I am writing today's report. Do Futalisks need to go balls deep to get their meaning across, or do they think that I prefer it that way? Again, as the sole human representative, I don't want to sound like I don't appreciate their hospitality, so I try to relax and unclench and make my deep asshole as welcoming as Futalisks have been to me.

Nobody is paying much attention to me getting my intestines rearranged by the teacher; they just keep kissing each other in a sensual embrace, maybe talking about how handsome the new human student is. Who knows? Once the teacher is finished with me, they usually start gravitating toward my desk, all eager to share their thoughts on the lesson and ask if I want to do our homework together after class. I don't think I'll ever be able to turn down a cute girl, especially one willing to let me watch her large breasts dance, so I am "doomed" to stay up late every day, processing gallons of information and idle chit-chat.

After a solid twenty minutes of rough butt-fucking with the teacher's soft but firm fingers gripping my flanks, she began spraying her lesson through my digestive system. It was a filling one; I could feel its squirmy warmth in every inch of my intestines. A few minutes later, the words "good morning" echoed in my head.Ah, I realized.That wasn't even the lesson.The teacher's cock began churning once more inside my creamy bowels. Twenty minutes later, I learned that she was hoping for rain today. Twenty minutes after that, she asked how I was adapting to Futalisk culture. Her cock never stopped slapping my ass as I answered. She immersively expressed her happiness that everything was going well, and another twenty minutes later, I knew everything there was to know about quantum mechanics.


Working Mom (incest)

How was my day at work? Well, I work for my mom. Good start, right? Can't escape her even when I'm trying to fly out of the nest. At least I get a free ride to the office every day.

We don't have much to talk about during the drive, being on opposite ends of the totem pole, her a big shot CEO, me a lowly unpaid intern toiling on his knees. We work a foot away from each other, yet we're worlds apart.

My friends, the perverted ones anyway, say I'm lucky to hang out with a "MILF" all day. Even in her business attire, my mom likes to flaunt her figure. She keeps her shirt largely unbuttoned while her amazingly perky breasts almost bounce out at every click of her stiletto heels. She has a short, stylish silver haircut, a shorter pencil skirt, and an even shorter temper that might be considered hot so long as you don't work for her. It's hard to deny that my mom is a babe when I spend most of the elevator ride glancing at her jiggling cleavage.

"Mom!" She ushered me into her office with a smack on the butt, knowing very well that I find it emasculating. I'm probably the only person in this building who has seen her smile, but she always grins after the slap.

"Aww, the little baby doesn't like his bum-bum touched?"

"I just don't want people to think I'm getting special treatment."

"They're not being paid to think. Now get in your office; we have a big day today."

It's always a big day.

The CEO's office takes half of the top floor, and I occupy a whole nine cubic feet of it in the small kneehole of a massive blackwood desk. I also have to share the space with a mini-fridge that I'm pretty sure outranks me. The company must have paid something for it, after all.

So I crawled under the desk as ordered, turned on my camping light, and ensured that the mini-fridge was still well-stocked with energy drinks and that I had a dry towel under my knees. I don't know what my mom would think of the swimsuit model poster in here, but as long as I get the job done, she'll never care enough to bend over and peek.

Mom sat on her big office chair, swiveled it toward the desk, rolled forward, then hiked her skirt. A pair of smooth testicles as big as grapefruits plopped down, stealing some of my precious cramped working space, followed by a thick floppy cock, slapping my face on its way down. The thing emanates such heat it's like my personal space heater.

My first task is always to hand Mom an energy drink, so I had it ready in my hand. She drinks that stuff like it's water, and I swear that I can taste it in her cum a few hours into my shift. I'm probably dependent on the residual caffeine to keep me focused through exhaustion.

Right... Before you get too confused, I should mention that my mom is a giant cock futanari; that Amazonian body comes equipped with a massive cock and constantly refilling balls. So, presented with three legs, I took hold of the one in the middle and got to work.

Dedicated assistant that I am, I started running my tongue up and down the entire length of the shaft. Makes it easier later to go in, and it gets my mom in the mood so she's ready for her first meeting. Above my head, fingers were clicking on a keyboard, passwords were being entered, reports were being produced... I don't really know what's going on, so I just lick and lick like a Zamboni slicking the entire rink while I stroke the increasingly wet shaft until my tongue is numb. My dedication is what makes me stand out compared to my predecessor, a simple bucket. Nobody can accuse my mom of not being a job creator.

"You wanted to see me, Ma'am," echoed a shy female voice in the mostly empty office. What Mom creates, she can also destroy.

"Yes, come on in. Leave the door open; this won't take long," Mom replied. Her cock was twitching in anticipation, so I quickly stuffed the apple-sized head in my mouth while I could still take it. Pre-cum drenched my tongue as I listened to the apprehension in the girl's steps.

"I wanted to congratulate you on your big sale yesterday," Mom told her. Meanwhile, I was working more of the cock down my throat, pulling against the seat of Mom's chair and tilting my head like a corkscrew. I'm better at keeping my gags under control than I used to, but I always wondered if Mom's visitors could hear me throat her fat cock behind the modesty panel. If this one did, she made no audible sign of notice.

"Oh! Thank you, Ma'am. That means the world coming from you." I imagined her shoulders slumping with relief. Had she felt how much the futa cock in my throat was engorging, she wouldn't have been so quick to let her guard down. You would think they all knew about their boss' twisted sense of pleasure by now.

"Curious, though, that my report here says that it was your first sale in... two months." And there it is. Let the squirming resume.

"I... I was on maternity leave for most of those two months, and maybe I needed a little time to get back into it, but-but as you can see with yesterday's sale..."

With little hip movements, mom was sensually fucking my throat at that point. At first, I was just trying to keep my head steady, but thanks to the lubrication of my spit, I was soon able to mirror her thrusts. If Mom was allowed to bend her employees over her desk and fuck their asses while explaining how worthless and unemployable they were, my services would probably not be needed.

"Uh-hm big sale, yes, from anexistingclient. You're a single mother, correct?"

I could almost hear the poor woman's raging heartbeat through the walls of my office. Or maybe I was feeling my mom's through the cock impaling my entire torso. "That's right," the worker stammered. "I take care of my mother too; she babysits the twins while I work."

"Twins, wow." Mom was running the fingers of a hidden hand through my hair, and she clenched a handful, holding me deep, upon hearing that she was about to destroy an even bigger family than she thought.

"Yeah, they can be a handful... but, but they don't affect my job at all."

"These numbers say they do," Mom said, tapping her screen. "And because I value honesty, I'll have to say as much to anyone who calls asking for references."

"References? Wait, am I being fired? You can't... I mean... Ma'am, I'm begging you..."

"Are you, though? Is this the best begging you can do?"

I heard the shuffling of a whimpering girl getting on her knees. She begged and begged. Mom was cumming inside me the whole time, forcing my mouth to the hilt of her cock, making me feel every rope as traveling bulges down my esophagus into my inflating stomach.

It felt like an eternity, but the ejaculation must have lasted two or three minutes. Once I couldn't detect a flow of jizz anymore, I pulled out until the head plopped out of my throat into the cavity of my mouth from where I could suck anything left down the world's fattest meat straw.Slurp, gulp. Slurp, gulp. Slurp, gulp. Slurp, gulp.There were four more mouthfuls of cum in the recesses of Mom's seminal tubing.

I didn't bother taking the cock out of my mouth, considering how soon I would need to deepthroat again. As long as I don't panic and don't mind being a little light-headed, I can partially breathe around a cock as thick as my mom's. I would like to think she, despite her well-known, impossible standards, would say I do a good job... if she was capable of positive feedback.

A hand reached out, and I blindly fumbled through the fridge for a new Monster can.

"Why are you still here?" Mom asked the girl still on her knees after downing her drink.

"Do I get to keep my job?" she asked almost inaudibly.

"Depends how well you do today. Let's have another chat tomorrow."

"Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you. You won't be disappointed. Thank you." The woman repeated a dozen more thanks backing out of the office.

"Next!" My mom shouted, and I swallowed the second half of her shaft with a muffled throat fart. My gullet was well-lubricated with cum at this point. It's only the first deepthroat of the morning that I struggle with. After that, it goes in smooth like a large stick of butter.

I heard another woman shuffle in like a mouse. I might be the only guy in this entire office. Hard to say when you're always first-in, last-out. With the door open, she must have heard the yelling, the begging, and the groveling. No doubt she was peeing her pantsuit.

So, do you feel like you've managed to impress me?" Mom asked the new girl, her voice cool, but her cock a heat bag in my torso.

"I... I think I did rather well." She knew that she didn't.

This girl cried, and that always gets my mom going more than anything. She forced my face in so deep that my chin was completely buried in her pulsing ballsack. Gushing cum, she held me there, locked between two muscular thighs for as long as the tears flowed.

I don't usually get a cum tummy until early afternoon, but this morning I was feeling bloated only fifteen minutes into my shift. I had a severe case of cum brains and let my mom's hand had to wait a few seconds before it received its energy drink. You can be sure I heard about it on our drive back home.

"Next!"

It must have been twelve hours later that Mom pushed back her chair, and the cock I was still unconsciously nursing slid out of my throat. It was drenched in cum-spit, but that's where the towel comes in.

I crawled out of my hole to wipe my mom's cock dry while thinking of the fifty-or-so girls we fired today and the twenty-or-so that would pull an all-nighter to save their jobs. Few of them would. I had a feeling mom was thinking about them too, because once I finished drying her cock, the towel was levitating in front of her skirt.

I sighed (internally, of course). It was already dark outside, which meant morning was too close for comfort. But it's not like mom could drive us home with a giant cock over the steering wheel.

"You want me to take care of that, Mom?"

"If you don't mind, Sweetie. Here, just lay down on my desk and let Mommy use your throat; it'll go faster."

Sighing internally again, I climbed up on her desk and leaned my head back against an edge the way I knew she wanted it. I went cross-eyed, looking at the cock when it appeared in front of me. When the glans pressed against my lips, I wished I did a poorer job wiping the thing dry.

If you think it's embarrassing to get skull-fucked by your mom on top of her desk, try doing it with the office door wide open. Until I could see nothing but scrotum, I kept a nervous eye on the entrance. Mom's thrust began picking up strength and speed once she got nice and deep; it wasn't long before she was imagining my esophagus as some poor employee's rectum, slapping her futa balls against my face.

"Hold Mommy's breasts so they don't bounce all over the place," she said when her lack of bra became a problem." That's one nice thing about this position; I get to dig inside her shirt and hold those juicy puppies in my palms.

When she started ejaculating her final load of the day into my ballooning stomach, I took a chance (I felt like I earned it today) and squeezed her titties like stress balls. She didn't complain. It even made her moan harder. When you're just an intern, you have to find little perks where you can.