Sakura and Kyoko Futa Cap

F-fuuuuuck!

Amazing! You're shooting out so much hot cum Kyouko! Its so thick and smelly too!

Ah-hah! H-Homura, please! Y-y-your mouth! Please let me have your mouth again!

Hm? Do you not like your gift? Even though it just made you cum so much...

Hya! I-its not good enough! I-its not the same! I-I need your mouth! Please! S-suck it! Suck my dick!

Such a spoiled brat. Even though I endured so much embarrassment to go and buy this for you. Hm, but seeing you let out that huge load did get me a little turned on... Oh well, I'll do it, but you had better spurt out twice as much for me or its back to the toy for you~

Rise Kujikawa Caption

"Wow! You really weren't kidding when you said you were my biggest fan! It's as thick as my arm and I can barely even get my lips past the head! You know, I usually don’t do this sort of thing with my fans, but when I saw that ginormous bulge in your pants, well, golly, how could I resist! So sit back and enjoy, and I hope you didn't make any other plans tonight because I'm not letting you go until I've drained this baby dry!"

THE Risette showing some appreciation to one of her adoring fans.

Ryuuko Matoi Caption

"Here you go Ryuko chan! Another ones coming in! Say hi!"

"N-Nhooo, I can’t! I-I’m too sensitiveeeee! No more! No more! I’m gonna die! I’ll die!"

"Teehee ~ Sorry about that! She’s had a lot today so she’s really out of it. Don’t worry about her. Just keep smashing that plump pussy of hers with your big o’l dick!

"Hieee! No more! I can’t take anymore! I-I-I’m cumming?! I’m cumming! CummingCummingCumming!"

"See!? She loves it! This was all her idea after all! So keep going! Keep going! Make her cum her brains out!"

Tifa Lockhart Paizuri Image Prompt - 430 Words

Tifa Lockhart was not the type that liked to ‘make love’. Despite her sweet disposition, she was as aggressive and relentless in the bedroom as she was in battle. Cloud learned that the hard way that first time under the Highwind.

This was true even when it came to foreplay. Or, at least what Tifa considered to be foreplay anyway. Case in point, when Cloud came home he was greeted not with a hug or a hello but with an ambush. A surprise titjob that now had him shaking and moaning on their living room couch.

She wore her tiny white top from the old days, she usually did in these situations, it was perfect for the task after all. Lubed up the vast valley of her breasts in saliva before squeezing his cock between them, bouncing them up down furiously, all while her hungry tongue went to town on his glans.

Tifa was good, incredibly good. So good that it took every ounce of his willpower to not pop in the first 2 minutes. He didn’t want to be a quick-shot. His pride as a man forced him to endure, no matter how difficult that was against the incredibly soft and incredibly huge melons crushing his cock.

But then the lusty brunette doubled down, squeezing him even tighter between her mounds, and moved from merely teasing him with her tongue, to pursing her lips tight around his glans and bobbing her head furiously. A bouncing blur of black hair between his legs.

“Ghh, Tifa! S-slow down. I’m gonna…” He pleaded for mercy, but the cum hungry fighter was having none of that.She kept going, moaning and slurping, sucking hard as she crushed his cock between her fat tits. Her large erect nipples showing through her sweaty top as she frantically forced him to his peak.

When he came, he came hard. His vision going white as an eruption of hot white seed burst into her sucking mouth. Even when the first volley slammed into the back of her throat, Tifa didn’t slow down, kneading her tits against his pulsing cock and eagerly sucking out as much as she could until her mouth was overflowing.

Once she had succeeded at wringing every last drop of cum from his balls, she leaned back, closed her eyes, and gulped it all down with a blissful expression on her face. After licking up what was left on her lips, she opened her eyes and gazed lustfully at the panting sweaty mess that was her man.
 
“So, ready for round two?”

Easing Tensions - 880 Words. PMMM Flash Fic

Another repost of an old work.

Frightened after her first battle as a magical girl, Madoka receives some comfort from Homura… with her mouth.

“Madoka, please just relax and let me take care of you.” Her usual stoic face betrayed no emotion despite the thrill she felt as her fingers danced down Madoka’s hard pulsing cock.

“Homura-chan, you don’t have to d-do this!” The blushing girl squirmed as her friends hand slowly stroked her cock.

“It’s okay, I’m... happy to do it.” She pressed her lips against the tip and kissed it, a string of pre trailing from her lips as she pulled away.

“But putting that gross thing in your mouth is…” She appreciated that she was trying to comfort her after her first frightening encounter with a witch, but the method she chose was crazy, and the way she just so calmly explained it to her was even crazier. Plus, though it embarrassed her to admit it, just hearing her crazy suggestion had made her cock hard before Homura had even touched it. Now she was practically paralyzed, she wanted to stop but her own body refused to listen to her.

“It is not gross, the far opposite,” She rubbed the small leaking rod against her cheek, “it’s adorable and warm, just like you.”

To prove her point, she kissed and licked up and down the shaft, showering it in gentle worshipful affection before pulling back and swirling her tongue over the cute pink tip, teasing it a moment to force out cute little squeaks from Madoka before plunging it into her mouth.

“Hyahh!” The pleasure was overwhelming for the pinkette. First the warm tongue of her friend licking and lapping all over her girl-dick, and now having her warm wet mouth surrounding it, her cheeks sinking in as she sucked her hard.

“Homura-chan!” The feeling of her lips rubbing against the skin and her tongue pressed roughly against the underside, dragging against her cock with every back and forth movement of her head, was incredible. She squirmed around, clenching her fists as she tried to endure these new sensations coming over her.

Madoka couldn’t tell how Homura felt, too distracted by her own pleasure to notice, but she was incredibly turned on. Her body was getting hotter and hotter and the crotch of her tights was soaked. Homura desperately wanted to touch herself, give her pussy the attention it was craving, but she held back, wanting to focus on Madoka, on giving her as much pleasure as possible.

That pleasure only came harder when after a few minutes of slow steady sucking, Homura took it up a notch, she sealed her lips tight around the shaft, and bobbed her head furiously, her head becoming a black blur as she sucked her hard and fast, leaving the girl a shaking crying wreck unable to deal with the intense stimulation.

Her hands only made it worse, one finger wrapped around her base, slowly pumping the only part of her cock her lips didn’t reach, and her other hand at her balls, fingers gently fondling the small sack.

It was unlike anything the virgin ever felt and she couldn’t hold on much longer. An intense pressure was quickly rising in her cock. Her hands left her side and gripped around Homura’s head, trying to slow her down as the feeling got stronger.

“H-Homura! I’m- Somethings coming!”

Instantly, Homura pulled her head back and opened her mouth, lolling her tongue out, ready and eager to catch her hot load as she continued to jerk her off.

“Go right ahead Madoka, I’ll take it all.”

A few more strokes and she came. She cried out with every volley that squirted from her hot tip, long strings of white firing into her mouth, making Homura moan in delight each time she felt her delicious salty cum hitting the back of her throat and landing on her tongue. She waited until her cock stopped twitching before gulping it down, a rare smile gracing her features as she did so.

“Hah… Hah… Homura-chan…” the girl gasped for air as she came down from her first ever orgasm, the heat in her body fading as her cock slowly shrank to normal size, becoming flaccid.

“Madoka,” Homura licked some drops off her lips before looking up at her, “that was incredible.”

Madoka gave no reply, what was she supposed to say? She could barely believe what just happened was real. She felt too embarrassed to meet her eyes and she didn’t even think to dress herself in her confusion, too occupied trying to think about everything that had just happened.

Luckily, Homura helped her out by pulling up her panties for her, gently tucking it back into them before pulling up her skirt as well. She stood up and held the nervous girls hand, startling her out of her thoughts.

“If you ever feel afraid again, just call for me and I will come, to protect you, and, if you want, comfort you again.”

“T-Thank you, Homura-chan.”

She still wasn’t sure how she felt, but the idea of experiencing that again did make the offer tempting. One thing was for sure though, what happened made her realize there was another side to her friend, and she was curious to see how much more of it she would get to see in the future.

Tracer: Soldier, Hero, Cuckquean - 1350 Words

Agreeing to a little experimentation leads to a regretful Tracer watching her lover take it from a studly stranger in their own bedroom.

A repost of an old old fic from Tumblr before all the baloney.

“Oh! Oh fuck! Your cock!”

That husky cry and the squeaks of the bed echoed in the room and stung Tracer’s ears.

She sat in a chair in the corner of their bedroom wearing nothing, watching the sweaty rutting between her girlfriend and the studly fellow she brought home for their little experiment. Just sitting there, listening to her incessant moans and screams, staring at the thick rod currently splitting her girlfriend in half on their bed. Like a car wreck, it was a gruesome sight but one she just couldn’t tear her eyes away from.

“It’s-it’s so big! I’m, ghah, I’m cumming!” she cried, kicking the air in the wake of another powerful orgasm ripping through her, the latest of many since they began.

She could see the shimmer of sweat and quim that covered her girlfriends freckled ass and thighs, the only part of her besides her legs, shaking and swinging in the air, that she could see from her viewing angle in the corner.

It just kept going. Never a pause to rest, he just kept forcing her to one orgasm after another. Had it been an hour? Two? Tracer couldn’t tell and she didn’t bother to check the time. She just felt that it had been a very long time.
 
The whole idea behind this experiment was that it was supposed to be exciting for them. Consensual cheating and voyeurism. Where she got these ideas Tracer had no idea.

Lazily running her finger in and out of her wet twat, she couldn’t deny that she did indeed feel a little excited by the display, just as Emily hoped she would, but that was overshadowed by an intense feeling of regret. Regret for letting this happen. For permitting this idea just to seem supportive of her lovers idea to spice up their sex lives. Emily was hers, and she was getting fucked hard and crying out in ways she had never heard before.

She also didn’t understand why Emily thought their sex life needed spicing up anyway. She couldn’t even be upset with her about it, since she went along with it. That only made it all the more irritating, she couldn’t blame anyone but herself.

“Lena? A-are you watching?” She’s asked this multiple times since they started. Perhaps to let her know she hadn’t forgot she was there, or perhaps because being reminded that she was being watched by her made it feel better for her.

“Yes love, you’re doing great.” Her throat was so dry and her voice came out in a near whisper.
Perhaps the latter reason had been true after all, her moans grew louder and more frantic in response, the familiar sign that she was getting close again.

By now able to recognize when she was close too, he went at her even harder. Smashing down against her cunt, grounding her against the soaked mattress, his big sac slapping against her ass with every thrust. It was quite a sight and as usual, it didn’t take long for his efforts to show results.

“I’m gonna cum!” she announced for the umpteenth time since they started, shortly followed by the usual flow of husky moans and gasps as she gushed all over his cock, staining the mattress.

She picked a great specimen for this little experiment she had to admit. This man… she didn’t know his name and she didn’t care to; he was hung, well built, hot, and most obviously, skilled.

Even she couldn’t deny that the sight of his impressive package gave her tingles, especially as it worked to force out orgasm after orgasm from Emily.

She added another finger and went at it more intently, focusing her gaze away from the bed and on her own sopping cunt. Watching her wet fingers move in and out while listening to the sounds of the rough sex just out of sight.

She couldn’t but moan a little herself. It felt good, it really did, and as much as she hated that fact, she kept going, focusing on herself, trying to gain some pleasure out of this. Her attention was forced back to the bed right away however, when she heard noises that meant things were finally winding to a close.

The mans breathing was getting faster, obviously on the edge and no longer able to hold it back any longer. She heard him groan out something, a warning perhaps.

“Cum in me!” Emily cried, wrapping her legs around him, permitting no escape as she desperately sought the creampie that would no doubt bring her the explosive climax she needed to end things perfectly.

She should have stood up and told him not to cum inside, but she couldn’t, hearing Emily set something off in her. She pushed forward, fingers pumping, suddenly finding herself overwhelmed with a strange shameful excitement that sent her hurtling towards a peak that came far more quickly than it should have.

Finally, they reached the climax of this experiment. The three came in near perfect sync, a chorus of moans and grunts filling the room.

Tracer stared transfixed at the site of her lover being filled, watching as his balls twitched, pumping what she just knew were massive loads of piping hot cum inside her, and that sight only seemed to make her cum all the harder.

A few quiet moments passed, her heartbeat slowed to normal, and her vision, which had gone blurry under the weight of the particularly strong orgasm, became clear. Shaking her own fluids off her fingers as she looked at the bed, she felt a sense of relief washing over her to see things finally coming to an end.

The man rolled over, panting and wiping the sweat off his forehead, he laid there not saying a word as he caught his breath.

Emily however stared wide eyed at the ceiling, occasionally twitching and gasping as she rode out her final orgasm, thick cum oozing out of her beaten quivering pussy.

Once it finally passed completely she lifted her head and looked to Tracer.

“Lena,” she held her hand out beckoning her over. She looked exhausted and her hand seemed to be slightly shaking.

Happy to finally have her attention again, she walked over to her and held her hand, her palm was sweaty but Tracer kept her grip tight.

“Lena…” she squeezed her hand tighter and gave her a worried expression. “This was fun right? Did you enjoy watching?” Her voice was hoarse. Her shouting and near constant screaming had worn her throat out.

She wanted to be honest, tell her that she wanted this to be the only time they did this, but when she saw that look of on her face, filled with apprehension, she could only swallow and reassure her. This wasn’t her fault, after all.

“Of course love, you were amazing.”

“G-good… I was worried.” She got up and sat on the edge of the bed.

“No worries, I’m happy you had fun.” That wasn’t completely a lie.

They kissed. She could taste his cock in her mouth but she didn’t pull back, too eager for some affection from her to care.

Emily took a deep breath before smiling and hopping off the bed, suddenly reinvigorated, and patted it while looking at her excitedly.

Right.

She had forgotten, or rather, she had pushed it to the back of her mind. There was more to this, this wasn’t over yet.

The two women kissed one last time before Emily took Tracer’s old spot on the chair, her hand already between her thighs, too eager to wait for things to actually start before running her fingers through her cum drenched folds.

Tracer took her spot on the bed in turn. It was soaked, sweat and other fluids sticking to her skin. She looked up at her new partner, who was ready to go again, cock at full mast and covered in quim. She flashed the man a meager, fake smile before parting her legs.

Now it was her turn.