Mari spent the rest of the day thinking about how to improve Kanan's performance. Though it had been a pleasant surprise to find out that Kanan had a ginormous schlong (and balls to match), she had initially hopped on this opportunity (as in literally, because she literally rode it in the stall during the previous chapter) in the hopes that it would get her off, too.

But even though Mari went in with big expectations (emphasis on "big…" is that joke getting old?) and all twelve inches of that throbbing girth had invaded her at some point, the fact of the matter was this:

Kanan Matsuura was bad at sex.

It was almost funny, considering her generous endowments lent little room to fail to pleasure her partner, because remember, this is futanari porn, and the bigger the better. To a certain extent. There's a such thing as too big, but Kanan doesn't cross that line even though her dick is a foot long.

Actually, no, it was funny. Because I said so.

Kanan's main failure lay with her lack of stamina. Sure, Mari was flattered that she could make Kanan cum so quickly and so much, but aside from the copious amounts of hot white stuff, Mari didn't get much out of their session, if she could even call it that. She could probably count how many thrusts Kanan made on one hand. The same went for the amount of times she came inside. The thrust-to-orgasm ratio wasn't looking too hot for Kanan.

Mari shuddered. A bit of nut leaked out of her, a physical reminder of Kanan's admittedly impressive output. It had been a few hours since the events of Chapter 1, and certainly, the aftermath of that was taking its sweet time in coming out. And by aftermath I mean Kanan's semen.

If anything, Kanan's size (both physical and load sizes) were the only things she had going for her. As Mari thought about her predicament, she realized it would be best to play off of Kanan's strengths if she were to attempt to improve her sexual performance.

No reason Kanan should have all the fun. It was time for Mari to change that.

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"Again?" Kanan dubiously eyed the situation presented before her.

"Do you need to ask when I'm in this pose?" Mari rolled her eyes.

The "situation" and "pose" referred to were a proposal for sexual intercouse and Mari Ohara bent over a desk, respectively. She was only wearing her school uniform top because that's kinky or something.

"But we already did it earlier today…" Never mind the fact that Kanan's erect cock was out for anyone to see, she was still hesitant.

Mari pretended to consider Kanan's point. "Hm. Well, I wasn't satisfied. So satisfy me." She accentuated this point by wiggling her butt at Kanan.

"I dunno…" Kanan still wasn't buying it. "If I wasn't very good last time, why do you think I'll be good this time?"

"You can't get better if you don't practice! And stop talking logically when I'm inviting you to do The Big Sex with me!"

"Fine, fine…" Kanan muttered. Though she seemed nonchalant, Mari took note of her flushed face and heavy breathing. Those were pretty good indicators that Kanan was raring to go - along with her huge cock, of course.

Kanan lined up her Very Long Dong with Mari's Venus Flytrap (you know, because it eats meat? I feel like that's a more apt depiction than "flower" which is super vague), beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she got a taste of that wonderful world that lay beyond. She bit her lip in anticipation, readying herself for the assault of pleasure that would happen after she -

"Uh, Kanan? Are you gonna start?"

"Y-yeah," Kanan said.

She still didn't push herself in. Mari stared at her, then at her dick, which was disappointingly not ravaging her at this very moment. "You don't need me to teach you from the ground up, do you?"

"Quiet, you."

"Oh, could it be - Oh!"

She was cut off by Kanan's thick head spreading her apart like a butter knife on a hot English muffin (wait shouldn't it be a cannoli or something because Mari's Italian ah fuck it), before getting a good eight inches of The DickTM rammed inside her. "Ooh, there we go," she grinned as a satisfying wave of pleasure rocked her, "that's what I'm talking about, Kanan - Kanan?"

The initial feeling faded as Kanan failed to follow up on her strong initial thrust. Rather, Kanan seemed focused on moving as little as possible; her eyes were squeezed shut and her nails dug into Mari's hips. Her breathing, even louder than before, was also staggered.

"Kanan?"

"See… this… is what I was worried about…" Kanan gasped out between gulps of air. "You feel… waaay too good, Mari…"

And it was true. The incomparable warmth and wetness that Mari's pussy offered made Kanan's dick twitch like mad, aching for release of the burning she felt in its base. She had to strain to keep herself from blowing her load at this very moment. It would be a new record for her, one that she wouldn't be happy for setting. So she tried to stay stock-still, and hope that Mari didn't decide to tease her right now.

Mari watched Kanan's intense focus on not cumming for all of two seconds, then she abruptly pushed her hips back and took Kanan's dick all the way to the base.

Kanan let out a strained yelp. "Mari?! Stop, I'm gonna cum!" The pressure in her dick was almost too much.

"Then cum. It doesn't matter, as long as you don't stop like you just did." Mari said, shrugging.

"But…"

"Just do it!" Mari demanded like Shia LaBeouf.

At this point, Kanan had held back her orgasm for long enough that she couldn't formulate a proper response, so she responded by reaffirming her grip on Mari's hips and managing a few pumps of her own. That was as far as she got before she finally toppled over the edge, and she came.

Her orgasm rocked her body harder than that one time in Love Live Season 1, Episode 12, titled "Friends," where Umi slapped the ever-loving bejeebers out of Honoka. That scene honestly still pisses me off when I think about it. Like, your friend is obviously in a vulnerable state emotionally and the only solution you can think of is to smack her and tell her she's a horrible person? Are you kidding me? It's pretty obvious to me that you're being so inconsiderate to what your friend is feeling, and you acted purely out of spite and frustration -

Oh. Right. This is about Kanan's earth-shattering orgasm. Back to that.

Yeah, Kanan came buckets. She tilted her head back and thrust erratically into Mari's lovehole, her own semen painting Mari's walls and coating her own shaft, making her movements a little more fluid (if you know what I mean). Her cock spurted throughout her prolonged orgasm, as she surrendered herself to the feelings of that and of Mari's insides - her perfect, dangerous insides.

Meanwhile, Mari couldn't hide her disappointment. Quite frankly, this was a repeat of their coupling in the bathroom; she gave Kanan the best nut of her life with no pleasure to show for on her own part. She had her work cut out for her if she were to continue in training Kanan, clearly.

Kanan came for about thirty seconds before her orgasm slowed. She gave a few more soft thrusts into Mari before looking up and seeing her blank expression. "Ah. No good, huh?"

"Nope."

"Seriously?!" Kanan put a hand to her forehead, surprised to feel it caked in sweat. "You felt nothing?"

"Well, it felt nice, but…" Mari shrugged. "Your performance still needs work."

Kanan considered this, taking a moment to forget that she was still hilted inside Mari after a super intense orgasm. She had a really big dick. That was a fact. And most girls would probably be foaming at the mouth right now if they had been subject to what she had just tried on Mari.

But Mari herself was unshaken. Never mind the fact that Kanan left a prominent dick imprint in Mari's stomach whenever she was inside her, or the fact that the amount of semen she had emptied into Mari up to now would be enough to impregnate her twenty times over, if this story were anything close to realistic. The most that Mari had reacted thus far was a brief rush of pleasure.

Sure, her stamina left something to be desired, but did the problem really lie with Kanan?

"Oi, Kanan! Earth to Kanan?" Mari snapped a finger at her. "That should be rule number one - no, rule number zero of Doing The Sex! Don't space out in the middle of it!"

"Ah, sorry!" Kanan jumped as she realized she was still inside her.

"Don't be sorry, be active!" (Wow, that sounded cheesy. Cheese, in my smut?! Hell no!) "You're still hard. Didn't I tell you to keep going?"

Mari's words stirred the beginnings of possibility in Kanan. Why didn't she see it earlier? She had the capacity to cum multiple times in one sitting - why not use that to her advantage? Images of her running a train - a wet, sloppy train - fuckit, a wet, sloppy Happy Party Train - on Mari for minutes and minutes at a time sprang to her mind, and her cock similarly sprang back to full mast at the idea. (I know I made that Joke in chapter 1, but I thought it was funnier this time. I'm really sorry.)

"Right. Yeah, of course."

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She gave Mari the whole fuckin' Shabadoodle: operating only in full-on, powerful thrusts where she pulled almost all the way out before shoving her cock all the way back in one go. Even through her multiple orgasms, she never let up in ramming Mari with twelve inches of thicc meatiness.

Kanan was athletic, sure, but even she couldn't keep up such a pace for too long. The goal was to make Mari feel something, a tiny sliver of the unbearable pleasure that Kanan was feeling, and what better way to do that than to use her foot-long to its fullest capability?

And she succeeded to some extent. At about the time that she let loose her third torrent of cum, Mari finally started to respond, with light moans every time Kanan thrust back into her, half-lidded eyes accompanying this and an easy smile. It was a far cry from the borderline shrieking and begging that Kanan had fantasized about earlier, but it was a start.

Unfortunately, while Mari was just getting started, Kanan was on her last legs. If her school uniform needed washing before, it definitely did now since she had neglected to take it off before they started. Her intense, prolonged exertion was apparent in her sweat, which she could feel sticking to her clothes and running down her face in rivulets. How many times had she cum now? Seven, or eight? Or was it five? She had lost count, and maintaining her thrusts throughout each orgasm had kept her in a constant state of near-mindlessness, always almost about to cum if she wasn't already in the process of doing so. Her load sizes were a matter of diminishing returns, but they were by no means paltry; Mari's womb was packed full of her seed to the point that it distended her stomach slightly, only about to the extent that you might get double rice and double beans at Chipotle and you immediately regret it afterwards by looking at your stomach.

And most importantly, her dick ached. Even maintaining her erection hurt.

Kanan shakily pulled out of Mari, a small torrent of seed accompanying the motion, which quickly slowed to a small, steady dribble from Mari's lower entrance. She took a step back and promptly collapsed, clutching her left thigh.

"Kanan?!" Mari hurried over and crouched down beside her. "What's wrong?"

"My leg cramped…" Kanan's face was twisted up in pain.

Mari burst out laughing, then shuddered when the violent motion dislodged some of the semen still inside of her. "You're joking."

"I'm not. Don't make fun of me." Kanan glared at her.

"Well, we'll keep practicing," Mari said between remnants of her laughter. She reached down and brushed a bit of hair out of Kanan's face, seeing how it was stuck there by a thin film of sweat. "Cramping up because you came too hard is a bad look. How about we pick up again, tonight? You still need to make me cum, you know."

"Tonight…?" Kanan panted, her eyes glazing over at the mere notion of doing it again. "Mari… you're a semen demon…"

"Shut up, you… you… vagina demon!" Mari glared at her softening cock.

"That doesn't even make sense."

"Don't take advantage of the fact this story's in English!"