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“You two want to explain yourselves?”
Sumire uttered these words mere moments after strolling into the clubroom, where she was met with a dimly lit setting. Two figures were seated at the table, both looking at her intently. Their stares were afforded a meaningful, perhaps even conniving, expression thanks to the flickering candlelight that danced across their faces like whispers.
“Oh, hi, Sumire-chan.” Chisato spoke up, as bright and cheery as ever. Kanon, seated opposite her, followed up with a hesitant wave, as if to say Sorry about all this.
Sumire crossed her arms, not willing to humor either of them any further.
“Don’t you like this setting, Sumire-chan?” Kanon tried. She was unable to sit still, her nerves a clear contrast from her childhood friend across from her. “It’s… warm . And romantic. Like a date. You like dates, right?” Whatever Kanon was going for, it really was not working - but at least Sumire could give her points for trying.
“I mean, if that’s what you’re going for, I can step out for a second and let you get it on…” Sumire responded. She was about to turn heel and leave, having made her point, but a clattering chair stopped her.
“N-no! Not for us!” Kanon stammered. Chisato offered no help, only choosing to look on amusedly as Kanon stumbled towards Sumire. “I-I mean not for me !” She took hold of Sumire’s wrist, silently pleading with her eyes. “Help me out here, Sumire-chan.”
“You flatter me, Kanon, but I can’t see you that way.” Sumire couldn’t resist the urge to tease Kanon, who appropriately flared up like a firework. Chisato clamped a hand over her mouth to cover her laughter.
“S-S-Sumire-chan?!” Kanon dropped her hand limply. “N-no, I didn’t mean it like that -”
“I’m kidding, of course.” Sumire laughed to herself, and Kanon looked away in embarrassment. “Really, though, why’d you two go to such lengths for… this ?” There wasn’t much decoration beyond the table setting, but that was strange enough in and of itself.
“Oh.” Kanon’s flush spread down to her neck, but she cleared her throat hurriedly. “Well, we thought you were taking too long with Keke-chan -”
“We were just about to leave, actually.” Chisato stood up, cutting Kanon off abruptly. “Why don’t you take a seat here?” She beckoned to the recently vacated chair. Still skeptical, Sumire took her seat nonetheless.
“What’s this about Keke?” Sumire eyed the pair as they backed out of the room, all smiles.
They responded in unison, with conflicting answers.
“Nothing!”
“You’ll find out soon! Bye!”
There was never a dull moment with those two. Now that she had a moment to clear her head, Sumire realized the preparations hadn’t stopped with candles; a pair of plates and matching silverware had been laid out in a simple yet appealing manner, facing opposite each other. The plates were empty, but the intent was clear. Sumire would have called it “show business” if she weren’t so suspicious.
A smattering of voices outside drew her attention away from the set. Kanon and Chisato were clamoring unintelligibly, while a new voice, one that seemingly lacked a volume control, was audible even from inside the clubroom.
“What’s so special about the club room, really? If a signed SunnyPa poster is waiting for me in there, I’d love it, but -”
Her tangent seemingly fell on deaf ears, as a figure was unceremoniously pushed into the clubroom. The door slammed shut behind her. The candlelight framed her in a warm, earthly glow, while the girl in question stood to attention.
They stared at each other for several moments.
“What are you doing in here?” Sumire asked. It had taken her all of three seconds to figure out what was going on. A sultry, candlelit setting. Two girls paired off together, left to stare longingly into each other’s eyes as they felt an undeniable draw to each other. Their lips drawing ever closer while the fires of desire burned as brightly as -
“You tell me first.” Keke, as sharp-tongued and irreverent as ever, regarded Sumire with caution. Despite her apprehensive stance, she took a few cautious steps towards the single vacant chair opposite Sumire.
“I was invited by Kanon and Chisato.” Sumire responded. She kept her cool, disinterested pose. She might have caught on right away, but she didn’t trust Keke to do the same. There wasn’t any point in being the only one getting worked up.
“Me too,” Keke said. She smoothed out her skirt, placed her bag on the floor, and sat down. None of her signature incendiary comments followed. Instead, a tense silence settled on the two as the array of candles flickered around them.
A tense silence settled in. Sumire wasn’t used to the quiet, and Keke was clamming up now of all times, much to her irritation.
“Kanon and Chisato really put in some work,” she tried.
“Yep.”
“What do you think they’re trying to do?”
“I dunno.”
“You think they’re trying to set us up?”
Keke’s eye twitched. She looked down.
There it is.
“Come on, Keke .” Sumire drew out her name, sultry and full of intent. She leaned across the table, hooking Keke’s chin with one finger. Their eyes met once more, where Sumire reveled in the uncertain, submissive look that Keke only showed her, and her alone. “What’s got you so tight-lipped? You don’t want to give them the wrong idea, do you? They went through all this effort for us.”
She expected Keke to flush red, leaving her even more vulnerable to Sumire’s advances, but instead her eyes hardened.
“So what?”
“Huh?” Sumire was caught off-guard. She dropped her flirty pretense, allowing Keke to escape her grasp and stand up.
“You want to do this for Kanon and Chisato? Since they were the ones to set up the candles and dinner?” Keke gestured to the table - never mind the fact that there was no food on the empty plates. “You’d never go to this effort on your own! If you’re so happy about that, why don’t you go… kiss them or something!”
Keke clearly hadn’t thought this through. That wasn’t exactly new for her, but an irrational, angry Keke was a special kind of headache. Sumire might have been able to talk her down by stepping back and taking a breather, but Sumire’s own temper was rather short and flared up in response.
“You’re getting mad at that ?” Sumire’s seduction had disappeared completely; she would have been disappointed at her effort being wasted if she weren’t so indignant at her girlfriend’s seemingly endless antics. “You fawn over Kanon at every chance you get! How are you going to hold that over me, you hypocrite!”
“I’m not a hypocrite! I’m your girlfriend! You should pay more attention to what I want!”
“That doesn’t even make any sense!”
Their bickering continued until they were nose-to-nose, staring each other down. Keke had a righteous, indignant fire behind her eyes, while Sumire was hot from raising her voice.
This close, Sumire could take in the fragrance of her girlfriend’s shampoo. Her emotions for her girlfriend were running high, especially with her earlier proposition in mind. Keke wouldn’t admit it, so it was up to Sumire to proposition what was on both their minds.
“...Do you want to fuck?”
Keke’s breath hitched. Heat flooded her face, and Sumire knew already, in that moment, that she’d won. Now oozing confidence, she leaned over and whispered into Keke’s ear:
“The look you’re giving me right now makes me want to ravage you.”
She punctuated her “request” with a sharp puff of air into Keke’s ear. Her partner could not contain the yelp that escaped her. Keke stepped back, steam practically rising from the top of her head. Her hands drifted towards the hem of her skirt, where Sumire knew her nethers were starting to get soaked.
Sumire only got that flash of unsated, unbridled need, before Keke stubbornly stood her ground.
“Hold on. Keke still hasn’t forgiven you from earlier. How can you promise that you’re not thinking of anyone else while we’re in the clubroom?”
“What are you even going on about?” Sumire placed one hand on her hip, the other pressing to her temple. “Just say yes or no, so I know - “
“Oh, I got it!” Keke interrupted. She didn’t give a single sign that she’d heard Sumire. “Keke gets you off how Keke wants. And you have to tell me how good I am at it. Aloud.” She promptly started taking off her blazer. Her jumper skirt soon followed, revealing her plain black lingerie that still showed a fair bit of cleavage. Keke, being as busty as she was, naturally drew Sumire’s eyes to her chest, though she’d seen it countless times at this point.
Keke, naturally, caught her staring and cupped her hands under her bra. She hefted her breasts in her hands, giving Sumire a seductive look. “You talk a big game, but you won’t stand a chance when I make you cum with my boobs alone. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Sumire swallowed hard. Her throat was suddenly dry. All the blood in her brain was rushing to her dick, which was rapidly hardening and tenting out her already tight skirt. She hadn’t had the foresight to tuck it in her waistband today, so it quickly poked out underneath the hem of her skirt, flipping it up as she continued to fill out. It all happened in a matter of seconds, and as she scrambled to rearrange her clothing, Keke had already snuck underneath the table
Keke didn’t have to do that, and Sumire would have gladly trashed her for being so extra, but Keke was already there, dangerously close to Sumire’s full, eighteen-inch length, near perpendicular to her body thanks to the trappings of her panties and skirt.
“So you want Keke to dominate you after all,” Keke said, taking in Sumire’s dick with an observant, slow-paced quality that was usually absent from her.
“Keep dreaming.”
Keke responded by grabbing her dick abruptly, near the glans.She squeezed it lightly, causing Sumire to gasp in response.
“You’re still talking back when you’re this hard? I know you’re just thinking about how you to cum all over my tits.” On cue, Keke unclasped her bra. Her shapely, sizable breasts were easily visible in the candlelight, flickering across the ample surface area her tits provided. She ran her hands across them, lingering on her stiff nipples with no small sense of pride, before turning her focus back to Sumire’s massive dick.
“Let’s get you out of those clothes. You’ll make things a lot easier for you if you stop with the smart-ass comments.”
Keke was nothing if not incredibly headstrong. If she wanted something, she’d go and get it - unless there was an equally stubborn force in her way. Sumire had lost the advantage for the time being, and she was simply too horny for her pride to be at the forefront right now. Still, she had to keep a watchful eye out for the next opportunity to take it back.
So Sumire obliged. She slipped out of her panties first, wincing at how her pussy had already left a wet spot in their center. Keke watched intently, but said nothing. She shed the rest of her clothes in a matter of seconds, leaving only her bra on. She adjusted her locks, self-conscious in front of Keke for the first time in a while, as her girlfriend looked her over.
Keke was well-aware of the incredible equipment her girlfriend possessed. A tower of dick stretched from Sumire’s crotch, girthy and hulking and rivaling the size of her arm. The veins that snaked up and down bulged past the thin layer of skin, as a large quantity of blood was needed to keep a dick of this size functional.
“You look really good when you’re not running your mouth,” Keke murmured. She inched closer on her knees.
“That’s rich, coming from you - mmmph~” Sumire let out a breathy moan as Keke cupped her right breast and pushed it against Sumire’s dick. Her nipple pressed against the sensitive skin, making both girls gasp.
“Shut up and let me titfuck you.” Keke said. For once, Sumire knew that simply agreeing would get them where they wanted faster, so she simply nodded.
Keke cupped her breasts in her hands and shuffled forward on her knees. She brought her chest flush with Sumire’s dick, slotting it neatly in the valley between her tits. And it was a perfect fit; the soft skin of her chest was a plush receptacle, wrapping Sumire’s member in a soft embrace.
Sumire sighed through clenched teeth, risking a glance down at Keke. Keke met her gaze with a confident, defiant gaze of her own, even though Sumire’s dick was so big that it stretched from its spot in Keke’s torso up to her head. That was her eighteen-inch dick at work, an imposing, throbbing spire aching for release at the hands of her teasing girlfriend.
Keke was never one to take things slow, and she wasted no time in bobbing her entire torso up and down, letting Sumire’s dick slide between her tits. Sumire gasped softly, her moans growing in volume as Keke planted her tongue along the underside of Sumire’s dick. It had a unique, slightly sweet musk to it, not at all overpowering and oh so alluring to Keke.
Keke worked her tongue and her breasts in rhythm with each other. Sumire’s dick was girthier than her own arm, but Keke was busty enough to keep Sumire snugly in the warm embrace of her ample chest. She accented her own pleasure by playing with her stiff, erect nipples, all the while gliding her tongue along the bottom of the shaft.
Sumire had given up on bickering and resigned herself to lightly pumping her hips. She did earn some surprised, even exasperated grunts from Keke as her girlfriend had to clamp her lips around Sumire’’s glans to keep a strong enough hold. She was merely biding her time, letting her dick pulsate eagerly with pleasure. Her girlfriend was working so hard for her, and more importantly, she had gone quiet for the time being. Sumire would be doing herself a disservice if she didn’t enjoy the moment.
Sumire would never admit it aloud, but she was enjoying Keke’s simultaneous mouth and chest service. She was still far from a potential climax, but she could at least appreciate Keke’s soft, plush breasts massaging her dick, her mouth and tongue prodding her member with expertise born from countless nights spent together. It wasn’t quite the same as using one of her favorite holes, but Sumire could sit back and let Keke think she were in control if she kept up this dick massage.
As if she were frustrated with Sumire’s internal monologue, Keke called out to her. “C’mon, Sumire,” Keke said, her words muffled with her mouth full of dick. It sounded more like “Cmmm., smmumm,” but Sumire understood her well enough. Keke unlatched herself from her glans long enough to add, “Hurry up and cum, you pervert.” Keke’s gyrating and rocking picked up in pace, her words becoming more breathy and desperate.
Sumire didn’t until Keke let out a sudden sharp moan. She tried to contain it by biting her lip, but by then the signs were all there: the full-body trembling that Sumire felt in her dick, the labored gasps for air, the notable shift in the air that only came with the afterglow.
It all happened so fast that Sumire stared at a panting, flushed red Keke for several moments until it dawned on her.
“Did you just cum? From using your tits on me?”
Keke glared back up at her, though her look lacked its usual smugness. In its place was a strong, wanton bliss that stretched all the way to the tips of her trembling fingers and shaking legs. She had already detached herself from Sumire’s dick, which now rested against Keke’s right breast, poking her cheek as it swung gently.
Sumire blinked several times. She had to step back from the precipice of orgasm herself, but Keke’s defenseless look was more than worth it for now..
“What happened to being in control? While you were waiting for me to admit how good it felt, it seems like you couldn’t check yourself,” she teased, taking a step back as Keke started to move. Her dick stuck out in front of her like a mast. Keke staggered to her feet, clearly short on breath. Half-stooped over the desk, she glared at Sumire.
“Shut up.”
“Don’t tell me you like servicing me that much? Were you thinking about me ravaging you even as you lorded your ‘control’ over me?” Her words were perhaps a bit too biting for someone who was clearly embarrassed, but Keke usually came at her with such unwarranted bluster that Sumire would take any opportunity she could get.
Not only that, but verbally going after Keke like this kept her dick rock hard. She was working herself up just by talking, her shoulders heaving as the balance of power shifted into her hands.
Keke looked away. Though her skirt was still on, she looked more bare than Sumire had seen her in a while. Her response was uncharacteristically quiet, but no less incendiary.
“Prove it, then.” Keke met her challenge with steely eyes. “You want to have your way with me? I’m not going to drool over your dick if you paid me.”
“Why, you…” Never mind the fact that Sumire had Keke under her nearly every night, begging for her to go harder, faster, rougher. That complete, unfounded confidence Keke had was back, and somehow it fell to Sumire to prove herself yet again.
But Sumire was more than happy to provide. She took a step closer, then another. Keke stood up straight, meeting her eyes.
“Strip.” Sumire commanded. “Now.”
Keke shed her skirt and panties. Though she was clearly soaked, there was still an air of defiance about her. Sumire ran her tongue across her lips. She was going to enjoy this.
She closed in on Keke. With one fell swoop, she pushed Keke onto the desk, guiding her by the small of her back. Keke squirmed in her grasp, but didn’t protest; in fact, despite her defiant expression and refusal to look Sumire in the eyes, she spread her legs without any further prodding.
Her nethers were completely soaked, as Sumire expected. Her pussy seemed to wink at Sumire, who aligned her hips with Keke’s. She laid her dick out on top of Keke’s torso, admiring the sight of her own immense length that stretched from Keke’s crotch all the way up to her breasts. It was a veritable tower of dick, girthy and veiny, sporting a flared head larger than the size of her own fist.
It wasn’t easy to conceal such a massive weapon in her skirt, but Sumire managed to get by. And her skill in using it meant she wouldn’t trade her endowment for anything.
“Are you done congratulating yourself?” Keke asked from below. Her pose was quite submissive, hands splayed out above her head and legs spread. She sounded annoyed, but Sumire could feel her heaving chest against her dick, and she knew the fluttering of her heart was not that far behind.
She needed Sumire to shove her monster cock inside her.
“You won’t be talking like that for much longer,” Sumire said, fully confident in herself. She found a grip on the crooks of Keke’s knees, lifting them so Keke’s legs were closer to her head. Keke had even less leverage now, but she refused to acknowledge the base need inside her.
“We’ll see about that.” Even to the bitter end, Keke remained stubborn.
Sumire drew her hips back, letting her dick drag down Keke’s stomach. It took a few moments, but she managed to align her glans with Keke’s vulva. She waited, savoring that brief moment where the sense of anticipation was shared between her and Keke, and pushed her hips forward with force.
It didn’t go as planned. Either Keke’s pussy didn’t have enough of a hold on her, or she simply missed, but her first thrust met resistance against Keke’s tight pussy. Sumire grunted in discomfort, her dick contorting slightly. It would take much more force than that for her to be concerned; the sheer weight and girth the monster between her legs possessed kept her rigid and hard. She gnawed on her lip, ignoring Keke’s slight whimper, and pulled back. This time, she lined herself up properly, steadying her dick with one hand.
Her next thrust was rewarded in the form of a sudden, forceful spreading of Keke’s pussy. Her dick barrelled forward through her girlfriend’s carnal tunnel, stretching it apart to otherwise unthinkable lengths in order to accommodate her massive dick. In the span of a single moment, she carved out a path inside Keke, visible through an arm-sized bulge in her belly.
Sumire wasn’t satisfied with seeing her dick poking out around Keke’s belly button. Her momentum carried her forward with no sign of stopping. Their hips were on a collision course, and Sumire’s eyes were glued to the protrusion in Keke’s stomach as her pussy strained tighter and tighter around Sumire’s glans, until she was met with a final, momentary resistance - the prize she had her sights on from the very beginning.
Keke’s cervix was as stubborn as the girl who possessed it. Only the most determined, strong of thrusts could break through her most precious barrier, as Sumire knew from experience. The inertia of her glans, still barrelling ruthlessly through Keke’s insides, met the pinhole-tight ring of Keke’s cervix. Perhaps well-trained due to repeated, ruthless batterings in the past, the impossibly tight hole yawned open at this blunt stimulation, and Sumire’s dick slipped inside, only to close up moments later to fiercely grip Sumire’s length.
At the same time, their hips met with a loud smack. Sumire’s dick rubbed up against the walls of Keke’s uterus. Both girls caught their breath, the combined overload of pleasure between them impossible to process in one moment.
Keke’s entire body tensed up. She stayed stock-still for less than a moment, her breath bated. Then her mind caught up to the ongoing rearranging of her insides, the burning in her cervix, and she spasmed uncontrollably, her legs kicking uselessly in the air as Sumire pinned her in place. Her insides clenched around Sumire’s dick in a frenetic rhythm, giving Sumire pleasure in shockwaves. Sumire had to tighten her grip on the crooks of Keke’s knees to avoid blowing her load on the spot.
While she wanted nothing more than to cum directly inside Keke’s womb, filling it up until there was not a single space left untouched by her seed, Keke was in for a proper punishment after her antics just minutes prior.
Sumire had to show her who was really in control. Letting Keke get the wrong idea was a bad idea for her, Sumire, Liella, and the entire world, probably.
Sumire drew her dick out. She was acutely aware of how her glans caught on Keke’s cervix, how the exquisite warmth and tightness didn’t diminish as she pulled back, how Keke trembled and gasped wordlessly beneath her. If she dared to look down, she would see Keke’s pussy stubbornly gripping around her dick even as it was pulled out. But Sumire didn’t need to look down; countless hours spent in bed together told her that she could mold Keke’s body around her dick however she pleased, and that went for making Keke grip her so tight that her cervix and pussy clung to her dick with each retreat, exposing the pink walls of Keke’s pussy to the outside for the briefest of moments.
Sumire shoved her dick back in. Now she had to deal with the push-back from pulling Keke’s womb down towards her pussy, then shoving it all the way up into her chest. Tugging her girlfriend’s insides around because they simply refused to let go took significant effort, but Sumire relished in it, not least of all because she punched the air out of Keke’s lungs with every thrust. Keke’s cries were all at once desperate and delighted, like she was fighting for the very act of breathing. And she may well have been, given that her womb and Sumire’s dick were taking up space in her chest every time Sumire hilted herself.
Sumire’s fucking began in earnest. She leaned forward for better leverage, putting her weight on Keke’s hamstrings, forcing her girlfriend’s legs up around her head. Keke’s position had a complete lack of control; she was at the mercy of Sumire and her massive dick, pounding her womb and insides with a surprising combination of brute force and precision. Sumire seemed to know the exact rhythm to keep Keke strung along, to make all of her potential protests catch in her throat by driving her dick deep into Keke’s womb, bulging her stomach out and pushing up against the underside of her tits. Indignance flickered in Keke’s eyes, but it clearly warred with the absolute delight she felt from having Sumire destroy her womb, all thinly veiled behind her bright blue eyes.
The room was soon filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, each slap of Sumire’s thighs against Keke’s rear end resounding in the empty club room. Their constant bickering and one-upping of each other belied that simple truth: this was lovemaking, a swift, rough, brutal, kind that was the result of so much time spent at each other’s throats. Sumire only knew one foolproof way to make Keke bend the knee for her, and that way was with her dick.
Keke was moaning with no regard to any possible passerby outside the clubroom, and the skin of her stomach bulged out so far that it turned red at the apex of pressure with every single thrust, but that wasn’t enough for Sumire, No, Sumire wanted Keke to admit defeat to her face, right before her body surrendered itself to Sumire’s otherworldly orgasm.
Sumire knew just what weak spot of Keke’s to exploit. With her womb being rammed and her cervix gaping open to accommodate her dick, there was one more thing Sumire had to do.
She leaned over Keke, keeping up her breakneck pace in fucking her all the while. Their faces hovered inches from each other for the briefest of moments. Sumire forewent capturing Keke’s lips, instead planting her mouth right beside Keke’s ear.
Her words labored and accented with heavy, desperate breathing, Sumire uttered into Keke’s ear:
“I’m going to destroy your womb. Take it, slut.”
She topped off her declaration with a single, protracted puff of breath, blown directly down Keke’s ear canal. Then, she snapped back into standing position. The slaps of their skin meeting slowed down slightly as she took in Keke’s reaction.
Said reaction was immediate and violent. Keke’s back arched far off the table, her cunny squeezing as her entire body trembled. Her hands scrabbled at the sizable bulge in her stomach, nails scraping against her taut red skin. She found a shaky sort of purchase, stroking Sumire’s dick through her stomach frantically. Her very cervix constricted Sumire’s dick, locking several inches of it inside her womb as she came, and came hard.
Sumire could hardly keep Keke’s legs in place as they flailed in the air helplessly. Seeing her girlfriend reduced to a wordless, helpless mess at her declaration would have been enough to push her over the edge on its own, but Keke did, in fact, have something to say about Sumire’s vow to her.
“P-please… my womb is your onahole… Sumire…”
Keke couldn’t even make eye contact with her; her azure eyes kept darting up towards the back of her head, threatening to stay there between fits of pure bliss. Keke’s submissive, desperate plea was the final push Sumire needed; the pressure in her dick had been building for quite some time, and she needed to reward Keke for her long-overdue honesty. Her dick pulsed powerfully inside her girlfriend, the waves of pleasure rippling through Keke’s cervix and keeping her climax going as Sumire’s started.
Every single contraction of Sumire’s dick stole a pocket of breath from her. The energy it took for each helping of cum to travel all the way up her incredible length was immense, and Sumire had to make a conscious effort not to double over from the sheer force of her cumshots. The amount of cum she shot out matched the stamina it took out of her; a single ripple fired several ounces of hot, thick seed with the force of a squirt gun.
Keke felt each shot of Sumire’s hot cum hit the back of her womb, distorting its round shape every time her seed blasted the top of her uterus. Already being shoved up into her chest as it was, Keke gasped as she felt her womb hitting the crevice of her chest from underneath. Her womb was filled up in the blink of an eye, and Sumire’s dick soon swam in her own seed. The very same intrusion blocked off the only exit to Keke’s womb, plugging up her cervix with such a sure seal that not a single sliver of her seed leaked past the tight, firm ring of Keke’s cervix. Forced to accommodate the growing load, her womb expanded down into her stomach cavity, where there was more space - but not by much.
“Gh… Guoh…” Sumire grunted, several undignified sounds escaping her mouth as sheer pleasure overtook her. Her whole body shivered as she came over and over again inside Keke’s womb. The warmth enveloping her dick was simply overpowering, as was every last nerve cell on her massive dick firing on overdrive. The pleasure was wired directly from her dick to her brain, fuzzing up her basest instincts, blotting out the entire world around her except the union between her and her girlfriend, a white-hot, ultra-sensitive, hazy plane of existence only the two of them shared.
Keke’s womb fought against her insides, swelling up steadily. It was visible after only seconds of Sumire sealing off her womb and pumping her full. Keke felt her other organs being pushed out of the way to accommodate her swelling womb with no end in sight. Her skin was the last barrier keeping her womb from spilling over completely, and it too started to stretch around her uterus before long, her skin quickly becoming taut from the unexpected change in volume. The edges ballooned past the sides of her torso, pressing up against her pinned legs and making Keke grit her teeth.
She was too busy cumming to fight the growing, urgent pressure in her belly - and that was if she even wanted to. Amidst her continuous orgasm, she risked a quick peek down and saw that her belly was several times its normal size. It protruded out from her torso, the size of a soccer ball, and the growing discomfort, heat, and pressure in her stomach seemingly confirmed the sight in her mind. Her cervix, still wrapped tight around Sumire’s dick, descended steadily as her womb expanded, ending up in her lower stomach and enveloping several more inches of Sumire’s dick in a base warmth.
Her swelling stomach, however, did not conceal a breathtaking sight: Sumire in the throes of orgasm, tilting her head back, wordless cries of affirmation and lascivious pleasure escaping her parted lips. Her face hovered mere inches from Keke, yet she was lost in a world all her own. She was far from her usual haughty, sure self, visibly trembling as a result of giving herself so completely to her protracted climax, the sweat visible on her forehead, her brow wrinkled and strained, and she was even more alluring this way.
Such thoughts were only fleeting in Keke’s mind, because her belly well and truly felt like it was about to burst. A seam started to form lengthwise on her belly button, unseen to both girls. Just as it did, Sumire’s orgasm finally started to taper off. The futa was the only one to feel it, as a few stray spurts of cum wouldn’t make a difference to Keke.
Her body coated in a thin film of sweat, Sumire slowly came back down. Her feet unflexed, her heels rested on the ground once again; when she started standing on the tips of her toes, she wasn’t sure. Her fingernails, previously digging into the crooks of Keke’s knees, unfastened themselves, leaving slight pockmarks there. Her chest heaved, and she became aware of Keke’s stomach pressing into her lower torso. The top of her stomach was visible in her lower field of view, an angry, swollen red at the very apex. Keke’s belly button had inverted itself, very nearly ready to pop from the complete lack of space inside.
Keke’s eyes, at first unfocused, came back after several seconds of labored breathing. The couple locked eyes for the first time since Sumire’s landmark climax had started. With her legs still held in place by Sumire and her womb completely stretched out, she was in no position to talk back.
“I didn’t say you could cum inside,” she rasped.
“Don’t give me that crap,” Sumire snapped. She was just as winded, but her indignance gave her reply some vigor. “You were cumming so hard I could hardly keep you down. And don’t get me started on what you said about onaholes in the heat of the moment.”
Keke averted her gaze. Her face was red-hot; whether from embarrassment or sexual satisfaction, Sumire didn’t know. Maybe it was both. “Y-yeah. You really shot out a lot,” she muttered. While she remained stubbornly adamant, her hand had already drifted down to her stomach, stroking it lightly. Sumire pressed her hand into the side experimentally. It was warm and taut, but more importantly, she felt Keke tense up at her touch.
Much as she wanted to get to stroking Keke’s stomach immediately, there was still one last action she had to take care of. Sumire stood up straight, still hilted inside Keke. The shape of her dick was still visible at its topmost point, a fist-like protrusion at the very top of Keke’s bloated stomach. She released her grip on Keke’s legs, which immediately slumped back down to the floor around her. Her lack of energy was obvious.
“I’m going to pull out now,” Sumire said. The room was hot with their swift, merciless fucking, and the afterglow hung heavy around both girls not with a sense of satisfaction, but with a nagging itch that their job wasn’t done.
Keke’s eyes flashed, but she gave no mention of protest. Sumire felt her brace against the desk, though; they both knew what her declaration entailed.
Sumire anchored herself against the desk, drawing her hips back with firm, albeit gradual force. Small gasps escaped her gritted teeth as her glans caught on Keke’s cervix. Her steady pullout only increased the pressure on her most sensitive area, with Keke’s cervix refusing to let her go even as she felt more of herself slide back out.
She exhaled powerfully, drawing in more deep breaths as she strained herself in pulling out. Since Keke’s womb kept her in a vice, she knew better than to wrest her dick free. The next best thing was to take Keke’s entire womb with her. Her dick did have the power to break wombs, and right now she had to use every bit of that power to keep pulling, bloated and stuffed with her own seed as it was.
From beneath her, Keke’s wordless moans and erratic hip thrusts were proof of her progress. For the second time in so many minutes, her womb was getting reshaped at the mercy of Sumire’s dick, with her cervix leading the way through her stretched pussy. The walls of her uterus were ultra-sensitive, and burning waves of pleasure shot through her core every time they brushed up against her pussy. Her womb felt like it was being stretched impossibly thin, reduced to a mere strip of muscle as it was dragged along by Sumire’s dick, and yet stretched impossibly far from how it bulged out her stomach.
Finally, with Sumire gripping the desk so hard that her nails dug into the soft wood, she was able to see some progress. Keke’s womb was visible past her vulva, a fleshy pink that clung to the upper portions of her cock. Even at this stage, having exerted herself so much from the otherwise simple act of pulling out, there were still a good few inches to go, and then there was the matter of separating herself from Keke without inducing another orgasm.
Still, she had almost completely freed herself by now, so it was now or never. Without waiting for Keke’s approval, Sumire gripped her shaft with one hand and Keke’s prolapsed womb with the other. She pried them apart with no small effort, freeing herself with a wet pop . Keke’s womb was free to flop downwards, no longer held in place by Sumire’s dick.
Sumire immediately got the reaction she wanted. Another orgasm rocked Keke’s body the moment her cervix closed back up. Her pussy walls contracted desperately around her womb, repeatedly attempting and failing to close around her own organ. All her involuntary convulsions succeeded in doing was to self-milk her womb, the added pressure on her most sensitive area shooting out minute jets of Sumire’s cum past her cervix.
Keke’s eyes rolled back into her head. Her entire body had long gone sore from the repeated climaxes that rocked her, and yet she had no choice but to give in to the umpteenth one that session. Her back groaned in protest, bearing the sheer weight of her bloated stomach that lifted and jiggled in the air, right in Sumire’s view. The cycle seemed to never end: every contraction of her pussy pushed a bit more of Sumire’s cum out through her womb, and the feeling was so good that it kept her orgasm going, siphoning just a little more from the near-endless supply that Sumire had emptied into her.
It was like having a perversion of a dick, she thought. Not that she could even form the words in her mind, but she knew inherently to make that connection.
“Y-you pulled my womb out…” she gasped - the only words she could form to make sense of what had happened to her.
Above her, Sumire had already taken to stroking herself again. She only grunted in response, busy as she was pumping her hips to help herself along. She’d made an absolute mess of her girlfriend’s body, and seeing Keke cum directly from her womb over and over again was nothing short of incredible. If Sumire came again just from that, she wouldn’t mind in the slightest.
Keke’s inner contractions did die down after an undetermined amount of time. She greedily sucked in air, her back coming to rest once more on the desk. Her belly hadn’t shrunken in the slightest, and she made no effort to adjust or even appraise the state of her pulled out womb. She simply let it hang there, well past her pussy lips, exposed to the outside air.
Sumire’s strokes came to a stop as well. Though she hadn’t come close to another orgasm, her dick was still rock hard, stretching its full eighteen inches out from her pelvis.
Neither girl attempted to break the ensuing silence, thick with the weight of their copulating. Keke’s stomach heaved gently, and she kept her eyes on Sumire the whole time, intently watching for her first move.
Sumire obliged her before long, stepping gingerly over the small pool of cum that had accumulated from Keke’s most recent orgasm. She laid down carefully at Keke’s side, her massive dick standing straight up in the air. Wordlessly, Keke nestled into the crook of her shoulder, grateful that she didn’t have to do much to do so.
Seconds passed, and Keke found her eyes drifting shut. Her stomach was still on fire, and her womb sensitive to even the slightest movement, but she was completely winded. If Sumire wanted to sleep with her here, in the most unlikely of places, they would deal with the consequences together.
Sumire, though, had other plans. Her left hand snaked down to Keke’s right hip, ghosting the circumference of her stomach before finding her real target: Keke’s womb.
Keke’s eyes shot open as a light finger press on her womb sent shockwaves up her spine. She let out an indignant, albeit aroused, gasp, flinching away from Sumire. However, her girlfriend was persistent, hooking her womb by the cervix and eliciting another surprised half-moan from her.
“Are you… trying… to get me killed?’ Sweat was pooling on Keke’s forehead and her belly visibly heaved with each breath, but her voice still cut through the precious silence. clearly having her womb ballooned and pulled out did not take away from her natural volume.
“Of course not.” Sumire gave Keke’s womb a firm squeeze, just for good measure. Her dick twitched at the full-body reaction and strangled moan Keke gave her. “I just like making you cum. I actually like the sound of your voice that way.”
“Sh-shut up,” Keke muttered. She attempted to slap Sumire on the shoulder, but it amounted to little more than a light brush.
Sumire flashed her canines in a catlike grin, highly satisfied with herself. “It’s the only time you’re honest, too. Begging me to destroy your womb, and all that.”
Keke buried her face in Sumire’s shoulder. “Just stop it already,” she groused. The pout was clear in her voice, unable as Sumire was to see it.
Sumire allowed her girlfriend a moment of respite. Her hand drifted down to Keke’s prolapsed womb once more, and she deftly took the warm, pliant muscle into her hand, playing across its surface with light strokes. She delighted in Keke’s pleasured, hitched breaths that glanced her neck, and took it one step further, hooking Keke’s cervix with two fingers and giving her short, repeated thrusts without looking. Keke’s reactions were louder, more tangible, as she moaned softly and shook helplessly in the face of Sumire’s expert womb play.
Keke was riding a constant byline of pleasure, broken up by the bliss that coursed through her body when Sumire put additional pressure on her womb. It was her favorite place to receive stimulation, whether that was from Sumire’s dick ramming up against her uterine walls or from the gentler, more dexterous stimulation she received from her fingers. She never wanted to admit it in a more sober state, and she was okay with only declaring it in the throes of passion. For now, she clung to Sumire in partial silence, unsure if she was constantly cumming or simply drunk from the haze of bliss that permeated her mind.
“I wonder if Kanon and Chisato planned for this,” Sumire mused aloud.
“No way. They’re not hopeless perverts like you.”
“Like us, you mean,” Sumire retorted without missing a beat.
No response.
“I wonder if they go for another round after doing this,” she continued.
“Why are you thinking about them right now? Idiot.”
Sumire rolled her eyes. “Do I have to spell everything out for you?” She unlatched herself from Keke’s grasp, freeing herself from the hard surface from the desk. She had no idea how Keke could lay there comfortably, though if she had to guess it was a combination of her experience sleeping on the floor and her near-immobile state.
“Hey, I didn’t say you could get up - “ Keke was distracted long enough by Sumire abruptly breaking away that she had no time to process her girlfriend moving to the opposite end of the desks, nor her enormous equipment thumping down on her bare chest, until it was actually there. Keke gawked at the sheer size of her girlfriend’s dick, stretching all the way from Keke’s chest to the top of her head, where Sumire’s hips hovered a mere hair’s width away.
“That mouth of yours is awfully loud.” Sumire’s voice had once again lowered to a dangerous growl. “If you won’t fix it, it’s up to me to swab out anything unseemly.” She pumped her hips slightly, rubbing her dick against Keke’s cheek, chest, and nipples all at once.
“Y-you’re the one who’s unseemly -” Keke was cut off again, this time with a firm slap to the cheek. Her pride stung more than her skin did, but it was sufficient to stop any cheeky retorts from spilling forth, at least temporarily. She spread her breasts apart, allowing Sumire’s dick to slide between them, and giving the passing shaft a light helping of saliva with her tongue.
That was all the approval Sumire needed to pull back. Even as she lined up her girthy glans with Keke’s lips, there was no protests about her already swollen stomach, ruined womb, or partially immobile state..
She quite liked Keke like this, but it wasn’t fun if she didn’t work this hard to earn it. Still, she was going to claim her due reward - any consequences to Keke’s body be damned.
Sumire nudged her dick forward, steadily entering Keke’s mouth. Keke moaned softly, opening her mouth as far as it would go. Sumire hit the back of her mouth and kept going, planting her hands on each side of Keke’s jaw as she did so. Going from then on was a little tougher, as Keke’s chest was still stubborn against her dick, but Sumire was persistent and pushed on.
She didn’t stop until her pelvis met Keke’s face. Sumire rocked her hips against Keke’s face, shivering with pleasure as Keke wordlessly protested.
“That’s better,” Sumire grunted. “I can barely hear you complain. Not like you’ll even want to, after I’m through with you.” She drew back out, appreciating Keke’s defiant stare even with her throat full of cock. That wouldn’t last long either, she knew.
Sumire pumped her hips at slightly different angles, ensuring she’d “clean” out every single inch of Keke’s throat as promised. She relished how Keke lathered her up with her tongue, how her dick bulged out Keke’s throat, and it didn’t stop there; Keke’s chest had to stretch out to accommodate her, the arm-shaped bulge ending neatly between her tits.
Keke felt that Sumire was taking her time, even as her futa girlfriend moaned approvingly above her. Those fears were confirmed as Sumire stopped abruptly, fully inside her throat.
The shift was minute. Keke had a split second to detect Sumire’s fearsome grip on her face, squaring her jaw at its widest possible opening, the stiffening of her back. That was all the warning she got before Sumire cocked back and jammed her dick all the way to the base.
Using Keke’s throat was easy; it parted for her so naturally. She met some genuine resistance farther down, having to share the same space as Keke’s other innards, but it was all worth it once all eighteen inches of her dick were enveloped inside Keke, bumping roughly against her tits before she drew back out with force.
Keke mewled helplessly as her throat was used like a cocksleeve. Her legs lifted involuntarily off the ground, waving around helplessly as her whole body was rocked by the brutal throat-fucking. If Sumire was just a bit too reckless with her thrusts, her pelvis could do some serious damage to Keke’s nose, but Keke was merely along for the ride at this point.
Keke could stretch her jaw out enough to take Sumire’s girth, which was the size of her fist. Not much could have prepared her throat and chest for such a ruthless, swift deforming, forced as they were to bulge out around Sumire’s dick every time she hilted herself.
Her skin took the bulging fairly well, but everything else proved rather difficult. She couldn’t part her breasts far enough to spare them from such an intense deepthroat, and she winced every time Sumire pummeled them from the inside. Her tits were burning everywhere Sumire touched them, and she knew instinctively that she would be dealing with a fresh set of bruises later.
That was far from the first priority for either girl. Sumire only lasted a few thrusts after dialing up the intensity, and her orgasm hit her without warning. Luckily for Keke, Sumire stopped spreading apart her insides after she reached her climax. Not so luckily, she lodged herself all the way inside, prying her throat apart and keeping it there. Keke felt every single wave and ripple of Sumire’s dick in her stretched-out throat.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Sumire doubled over, only keeping half-upright thanks to her crotch jammed against Keke’s poor face. The string of barely-audible expletives continued, interspersed by desperate whispers of her lover’s name. The force of her orgasm had quite literally knocked her off her feet, with Keke’s throat being the only thing tethering her in place, keeping her from ascending to the next plane of bliss.
Sumire’s dick rippled visibly through the protrusion in Keke’s throat. Her skin bubbled up around the bruised valley of her chest, each cumshot powerful enough to leave its own brief imprint. Keke’s stomach, already bloated from the previous massive load, swelled up visibly in intervals, growing at a steady pace until it poked out past her sides, its apex growing further away from her torso.
All Keke could manage was a pathetic gurgling noise, her leaking spittle lost to the overflow of cum that spilled out around her lips, steadily trickling into an unreal stream of seed like her mouth was a broken water pipe. Cum streamed from both ends of her plugged lips, running down her upturned face and pooling in the creases of her screwed-shut eyes. The flood didn’t stop there, and with no room left inside of her, hot white seed shot out of her nose as well before long.
With her air supply fully cut off, Keke had the experience not to panic and suck for air. Instead, she jerked off the bulge in her neck, stroking Sumire’s dick imprint all the way down to her throat. She succeeded in stoking Sumire’s ongoing orgasm from the breathy gasps that emitted from above with each stroke, but it was impossible to tell how much longer she had to go. Her senses were slowly being overwhelmed with the sheer amount of cum stuffed inside her, and by the urgent pain of her growing belly. She’d been stretched to what she thought was her limit, but now her belly expanded impossibly further, spilling over her sides, past the line of her waist and rubbing up against her prolapsed womb, and of course, upwards and outwards.
The layer of taut, stretched skin took on a bright red crimson, first appearing on her belly button and spreading like wildfire to the rest of her stomach as it ballooned further and further still. Keke didn’t fight it, keeping her lips wrapped firmly around the base of Sumire’s dick even as her grip on consciousness began to fade. White-hot pain and the mind-breaking quality of a continuous orgasm replaced her normal grip on reality, and there she existed right up until Sumire’s orgasm finally petered out.
Sumire was the first to come back down, loosening her claw-like hold on Keke’s face. She staggered into a more upright position, straightening her back. Only now did she realize how heavily she was breathing, how sore her core and thighs were, as the sheer force of her orgasm caught up to her. Feeling the base of her dick swimming in thick seed, she tasked herself with pulling out.
Pulling out was methodical, as Sumire couldn’t risk yet another orgasm. She did, however, have the time to appreciate Keke’s completely ruined body. The top of her swollen stomach pushed up against her breasts, which were bruised and battered from Sumire making space inside her chest. Her stomach was the size of a beach ball, and several times more taut. The angry red that had overtaken her belly told her all she needed to know. Though Sumire couldn’t see her prolapsed womb from here, she still prided herself on pulling it out so thoroughly.
After an agonizing split second where Sumire lingered in Keke’s mouth, she finally pulled herself free. Her dick, now mostly flaccid, swung past her knees, still formidable in its length and soaked in a combination of their fluids.A waterfall of cum spilled from Keke’s mouth, unplugged as it was by Sumire’s dick, and only then could Keke finally breathe again.
Keke greedily sucked in air, gradually returning from the brink of unconsciousness. Her breaths were filmy and thick, permeated by Sumire’s cum that stuck in her throat, mouth, and nose, but she could breathe.
On wobbly feet, Sumire took the few steps needed to lay down by Keke’s side once more. Her dick knocked against her knees as she approached, and it came to rest between her legs, finally spent.
“Keke?” she asked tentatively.
There was no response from her side, only heaving breaths and ghosts of her moans.
“She’ll come to eventually,” Sumire murmured to herself. Before sleep took her, she placed her hand on Keke’s stomach. Its sheer warmth surprised her, and its tautness felt like it would burst if she applied even the slightest pressure. Keke’s hand was already there, and whether it was voluntary or not, their fingers intertwined before Sumire drifted off.
Sumire had to thank Kanon later, if only for showing her a new place to fuck. If the clubroom would be used for any genuine club activity in the near future, she would be genuinely surprised.
“Going well in there?”
Kanon lept a good foot into the air. She clamped a hand over her mouth and whipped around, jamming her back against the clubroom door. Chisato stood on the stairwell landing, hands innocently clasped behind her back. Her blithe expression turned only to mild surprise as Kanon’s fully erect dick swung into view.
Kanon flushed a deep red, stammering out an incoherent explanation. Still watching her eighteen-inch dick sway back and forth gently, Chisato waited for her to collect herself.
“I didn’t know they were, well…” Kanon whispered urgently. She decided to forego any further description and jerked her head towards the opening. Chisato eased into position, letting out a low whistle as she soaked in the details.
Sumire and Keke were sharing slow, lazy kisses. Keke moaned steadily, contentedly, as Sumire caressed her distended, pregnant-looking stomach. Occasionally, Sumire would trail her hand lower and grab Keke’s prolapsed womb, at which Keke would gasp and quiver like putty in her arms. Chisato followed the trail of cum that leaked from her womb to the small puddle that formed on the floor.
Chisato stepped back, swallowing hard. A flush had formed on her face as she took in the improbable sight, which she and Kanon now shared. Instead of saying what was both on their minds, however, Chisato looked Kanon up and down, frowning.
“Kanon-chan… is it wrong that our friends have you this turned on?” Chisato asked, crossing her arms. Her stern stature made Kanon flail mentally.
“U-uh, I know but… W-well you see, we haven’t had sex in a couple days and I was hopingyouwouldbeopento -”
Chisato cut Kanon off, nimbly grabbing the eighteen-inch appendage swinging idly in front of her. Kanon squeaked out some pathetic reaction, but
“Kanon-chan…” Chisato shook her head, “you could’ve made this a lot easier on yourself by just asking ,” she rolled her eyes, feigning disappointment. “Now that we’ve seen what Sumire-chan can do to Keke-chan, I feel obliged to wring you dry too. Right now .” She punctuated her point by squeezing Kanon’s sensitive glans. Kanon squirmed in her touch.
“Chii-chan, we should at least have the decency to - Eeek!” Kanon cried out as Chisato pulled on her fully erect dick.
“Sure, Kanon-chan… if you can make it to the bathroom.” Chisato found the bare, sensitive underside of Kanon’s dick with ease, dragging a slender finger along its length. Kanon shivered, having no choice to oblige as Chisato tugged on her dick, leading her by her monster cock to the nearest bathroom.
Really, Kanon thought as the lust for her childhood friend began to take over, why should Sumire-chan and Keke-chan have all the fun?
The two of them left said couple, blissfully unaware of their presence, to bask in their afterglow - one Kanon and Chisato planned to reach themselves.