It's Called an 'Orgasm,' you Amateur, By Mr-Walrus (De-furry'd)


He sputtered for air. Spitting, coughing, borderline suffocating as he spat up the rich, thick flavor of his lover for the evening. It stuck to his teeth-- her semen, that is-- like caramel. He went down on her willingly and, out of experience, thought he knew what to expect. The saltiness, the heat, all of that was mixed up. He could feel the flavor radiating over his skin with its intensity; the smell of her load was rank on his taste-buds. Ethan spat once more, in earnest, somewhat disgusted and aroused by the fact that even with a mixture of saliva, his spittle was all white.

“What the h-hell was that!” Ethan coughed, wiping his mouth, smearing only more of the sticky breeder batter across his lips. Ethan then blew his nose, shameless shooting a cumshot out of both nostrils; the load as pure as it was when it left her shaft.  He was kneeling; only a few inches away from being hunched over, as he recovered from what was supposed to be a fun, routine romp with an internet hook-up.

“What?” his lover scoffed. Rachel crossed her arms over her bust in a pout, insulted, and barely able t link both arms around her immeasurable bosom. “I told you I'd be a lot.” The hare asserted this, facing away from her bedmate, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“This is ridiculous!” Ethan grumbled. He titled his head to the side and slapped his temple. “I... I think it's in my ear!”

“--I also told you to not let go,” Rachel huffed again. “You were supposed to gulp it all down, so you didn't make a fucking mess-- and now you've actually gone and got cum in your ears.”

“--Were you pent up or something?” Ethan righted himself, shaking his head and causing large ropes of cum to fly off of his hair.

Rachel put her arms up to protect herself from the warm, musky after spray. She still felt the splatters of old cum against the back of her head. “What do you mean, 'were you pent up'?”

“--Well, were you?”

Rachel turned, a bitter scowl on her face. “You've got to be joking.” The futa stood up, hands on her large, soft hips. Ethan's face had kissed the base of those hips only minutes before-- minutes before he was choking and gasping for air as his stomach was being pumped with what felt like gallons of seed-- minutes before he recoiled, desperate for freedom, only to be hosed down by several hard sprays of glue-thick futa spunk. He was certain, at that moment, that she was done, but Rachel, glowering over her defeated sexual partner, was anything but. Her three-foot cock oozed and sputtered white, while her enormous, throbbing nuts seemed only more full than they were a few minutes ago.

With one hand, she took her wrinkled sac by the skin and heaved one orb onto the bed which caused the entire frame to pop and crack. The sodden sheets let out a pathetic squelch, and the matress shrieked with the sudden application of testicle weight “I hate to be a cliché, but that was just precum.”

“Seriously?!”

“Seriously. It's like you've never been with a hyper before or something...!”

“I have--” Ethan protested, “just none are--”

Rachel cut him off. “Look, I like you-- but you're going to have to shut your mouth,” the futa began, resting a hand on the bloated girth of her shaft. Her balls, obviously as unhappy as she was, churned and bubbled. She seized the un-bedded side of her sac with a grunt, heaving it up and dropping it like the first. The legs on the bed gave way with a room-shaking 'whud,' and her cock hosed an already painted bedspread with a literal wave of seed. “This girl ain't done filling holes yet,” Rachel gruffed. “Not by a fucking long shot.

Ethan gulped. “I—I don't think I can--” He was interrupted as he felt his hair seized upon. Foolishly, he yelped, only to find his throat filled by enough meat to supplant a deli four times over.

“Oh hush-- I'll be gentle if you just hold still.”

With his jaw spread as wide as it was able and his belly bulging downwards with the sheer size of Rachel's shaft, Ethan was up dick creek without a paddle. His lips was back home, shoved into the ever-so-slight pudge that served as his pillow, while his shoulders and chest were cradled between the cleave of Rachel's gargantuan, cum-packed nuts.

The futa kept her promise as one hand took Ethan by his hair while the other found its home between her thighs, reaching around her nads to get at the slick, oozing slit hidden below.

Rachel bit her lip as she sank her fingers into her cunny. The hot, wet lubricant formed a steamy cocktail in the air when combined with her ultra-virile spooge; a musk so strong, it made her own head spin.

“God, I love the smell of a good orgy, don't you?” she asked, rhetorically as her balls ballooned even larger. Those person-smothering orbs threatened to heave their load any second, and with Ethan speared on her cock like a novelty condom, there was only one person that her fluids were going to smother.

The wet slaps of her fingers pounding against her cunt and the bubbling roil of her hyper-productive nuts formed a perfect duet, warning any and every womb in a two-mile radius that 'pregnancy was guaranteed.' Her cock jumped, and her urethra swelled as the excitement of orgasm rose up from below.

“Holy fuck, Ethan-- th-this is gonna be a big one...!” she warned.

Rachel was panting now, and any second, the cumpocalypse was sure to begin.

“N-Not yet-- J-Just a little longer...!” Rachel gasped. Her grip tightened around Ethan's hair, and her hand drew free from her depths to clasp around her massive, fat bust. Rivulets of lady lube flew through the air as she whipped her hand free, only for that steaming hot honey to find its place slathered in circles across her teat.

The futa moaned loudly, uncaring of who heard, as she squeezed her breast inwards, taking her nipple and its glaze into her mouth and clasping her free tit in her hand. She sucked and squeezed in rhythm, half-time to beating heart. With every pound, she felt her nuts become more dense, and her shaft's already over-bloated form expand in girth with her ready-to-fire cumshot before finally, as Ethan's body was practically swallowed up in a new bed of nuts-- Rachel let go.

She roared and emptied her lungs as her balls growled in kind, dumping the first load free into Ethan's gut. He swelled like nothing before: his bully spilled over the sides of the bed, lifting him a foot off the matress in one single cumshot. The other half of the bed cracked and sank as Ethan's belly slammed up towards the headboard.

This was followed by a second cumshot, dumped into him with such force, that his next expansion sent cracks and fissures up the back wall.

By the fourth load, he was doing a headstand on Rachel's shaft as his gut filled up his portion of the room. From the floor, to the ceiling, to the two far corners, Ethan was as bloated as he could get.

His shaft blew its load, tapping out of their lustful game as his cheeks bulged with a backlog. Semen flew from Ethan's nose as his gut refused to take any more, and yet, it swelled even larger. The walls bent outwards, and the ceiling lifted as his belly was further stuffed by Rachel's powerful, pulsing blasts. It sloshed with every shot, a deafening 'sloorgsh' as hundreds of gallons of pure breeder batter was stored in his already oversized form.

“Oh fuck-- Oh fuck--” Rachel began to heave as Ethan expanded out towards her. She leaned into him, toes sinking into the floor and leaving deep, raking gashes as she was forced back by Ethan's ever-growing size--  “G-gonna--- c-cum!!”

“WHAT?!” Ethan yelled-- or, would have yelled if his throat wasn't occupied.

Mercy shows its head in subtle ways, for as Rachel's load came racing forwards, Ethan's body just wouldn't stay put. He was forced back as the enormous cumshot came racing up her pole. The bloated bulge of cum squeezed him down her cock, forcing him into his own gut before popping him off her shaft, only to be met with an even greater force.

The walls distended outwards in all directions, and the ceiling bulged towards the sky as the windows and doors to the room were blasted outwards by a solid jet of thick, hare semen. The sound of a violent, rolling tide could be heard for miles around as whole swimming pools of cum were spent in single-cumshots, again, and again, and again.

One shot, two shots, four shots-- ten, and even then, the intensity of Rachel's orgasm only seemed to grow.

The final serenade-- after drowning the local area in a foot-deep slog of skeet, was in the form of an explosion that tore the roof clean off. A jet of futa cum soared twenty feet into the air, spurting and spraying for more than ten seconds straight before mercifully petering out.

After painting the neighborhood and watering every garden for miles around, Rachel and Ethan found themselves in a similar scenario.

He sputtered for air. Spitting, coughing, borderline suffocating as he spat up the rich, thick flavour of his lover for the evening. It stuck to his teeth-- her semen, that is-- like caramel. The only real difference now was that Ethan wasn't kneeling. He was laying on himself, blanketed by Rachel's exposed, seed-blanketed shaft.

She huffed and heaved, eyes somewhat rolled back as the aftershock of ecstasy pumped several-tens of extra loads out of her mostly expended cum-factories. Rachel blinked her vision back in order, finding herself pinned and penned entirely in by Ethan's gut. With her back to a semen soaked, musky wall, Rachel was utterly stuck.

However, it wasn't all bad.

“Jeez... That was a good one,” Rachel congratulated, between huffs. “This is all so hot...”

Her balls roiled and rumbled, and Ethan's eyes went wide as she watched-- from his cum-filled perch-- as a pair of fat orbs rose up on his crotch-lined horizon.

“... I think we can go for another round.
Who knows, maybe I'll wait two minutes and pent myself up... for real!”