When Abbi approached Sunny to tell him about her “new
development,” he already had a pretty good idea of what
was in store. Knowing the way his… lewder dreams had
been going lately, it wasn’t much of a surprise when she
pulled down her underwear (now a pair of boxers to
accommodate her new appendage) to reveal a penis.
What was surprising was that it was a tentacle. …though
maybe it shouldn't have been much of a shock, considering
Abbi's nature. Unlike her other tentacles, the whole thing
had the same texture all the way around. No suckers, just a
smooth tendril. It was completely black, save for where the
base connected to Abbi’s crotch, which faded into the same
color as the rest of her body.
"Huh." Sunny looked down at it curiously. ”That’s… new.”
”Indeed. Though I can’t say it was unexpected, considering
your newfound ‘interest.’”
Sunny blushed. He had been having a lot of dreams about
girls with dicks lately. Like, a lot. Maybe too many.
”Can you move it?” he asked, rather than pursuing that line
of thought any further.
”As easily as I can any other limb, yes.” To demonstrate this
point, the tentacle rose and wiggled a bit, as if it was
waving at him. Sunny couldn’t help but giggle at the
absurdity of it.
”What? What’s so funny?”
”You’re waving at me with your dick.”
Abbi seemed to ponder this for a moment. “Well, when you
put it like that, I suppose it is rather ridiculous.”
There was a brief, slightly awkward pause.
"So, would you like to tou--"
"Yes." Sunny reached out a hand to grasp it, and his fingers
barely grazed it when Abbi squeaked and squirmed a little.
”Did that hurt?”
”No… no, it didn’t hurt. It felt rather nice, actually. I’m just
quite sensitive down there.”
Oh she was, was she? He would have to press his
advantage then. Sunny took the tentacle into his hand,
trying to get a grip on it as best he could, made slightly
difficult by the sliminess of it. He managed, though, and
Abbi responded with a startled little yelp that tapered off
into a breathy sigh.
He started to stroke it from base to tip, slowly enough to
keep hold of it. Despite the languid motion, Abbi seemed to
be having the time of her life, squirming and groaning and
wiggling her hips. She aided Sunny’s endeavor by moving
the tendril in time with his hand.
After a few seconds of this, a black fluid began leaking from
the the tip in a steady stream, coating Sunny’s hand.
Curious, he brought it up to his face. It was thick, but not
really sticky. It slipped through his fingers like hand soap.
As he was wont to do in situations such as these, Sunny
stuck one of his digits into his mouth to taste the stuff. It
was salty, a little briny, and there was a vague hint of
something else that reminded him of something he had at a
restaurant one time. Soy sauce, maybe?
…not bad.
Abbi wasn’t surprised when Sunny got moved to get on his
knees. On the contrary, she seemed amused. “You just can’t
resist, can you?”
Sunny felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment. In lieu of a
comeback, he squeezed Abbi’s tentacle. Not very tightly at
all, but it got a surprised moan out of her and made the
appendage leak a little more ink. With a satisfied smirk on
his face, Sunny brought it to his mouth.
It was… weird. Not necessarily unpleasant, but
undoubtably alien. Sunny wasn’t exactly sure what he
expected a tentacle wriggling around in his mouth would
feel like. Abbi moved the thing with a surprising amount of
dexterity; it rubbed against his tongue, the roof of his
mouth, along his teeth, against the inside of his cheeks, and
everywhere else he could think of. Even while she
thoroughly defiled his mouth, however, Abbi did take care
not to go too deep. As her tentacle probed his mouth, it
leaked more inky goop, even faster than when Sunny was
using his hand. He had to swallow it constantly to keep it
from overflowing.
”Mm, Sunny, something is- ah- I’m going to…”
Opening his eyes (he hadn’t realized he had closed them),
Sunny saw the part of the appendage that wasn’t in his
mouth bulge noticeably. He felt it taking up a bit more
space in his mouth too, before—
Abbi nearly shrieked as a torrent of ink gushed from her
tentacle, flooding Sunny’s mouth nearly immediately. He
attempted to swallow it all as it came, but was unable to
stop some of it from dribbling out of his mouth and onto the
ground.
Soon enough, the inky stream began to slow, then stopped
completely. Sunny swallowed the last of it, and Abbi slipped
the tendril out of his mouth and fell to the ground on her
butt, her knees given out. She sat and breathed heavily for
a while, regaining her composure.
Sunny scratched the back of his head. "Well, that was--
what are you laughing about?"
Abbi covered her mouth with her hand in a feeble attempt
to hide her sudden giggling fit. "You-- your-- your
tongue...!"
"My tongue?" He turned his head, and a mirror
conveniently popped into existence to reveal that his
tongue had been stained completely black by Abbi's ink.
Wonderful.
Just as Sunny was pondering the sudden coloring of his
tongue, he felt a soft hand grip the back of his head.
He was made to turn around, and found himself now in a
deep kiss with Abbi. Pleasantly surprised, he moaned into
the kiss, dully noting that the tongue that met his was as
equally flexible as the tentacle that just probed it minutes
ago.
Abbi's tongue hungrily ravished his mouth, taking her
sweet time to taste every inch of him and herself. Her
hands didn't remain idle, stroking herself to further
arousal.
Satisfied, Abbi separated from Sunny, 'staring' at him with
her eyeless face, and with a thin line of saliva that broke
once she got far enough.
"Sunny...We still have a bit more time, don't we? And the
both of us aren't nearly satisfied with just that..." Abbi
breathily whispers onto his face, lust slowly starting to
overwhelm the wise being.
"Yeah..." Sunny eagerly nodded, his own hands slowly
roaming Abbi's body, making her hum and moan in
response.
"Let's - hah - take it just a bit further, is that fine with you?"
At this, Abbi's hand snaked down to grip Sunny's own
boxers. He gulped in response, a thrill shooting down his
spine as he realizes just what she wants.
He only nodded once more, hooking his own hands and
pulling the restricting fabric off, allowing his own cock to
whip free. The way Abbi shivered and hissed upon the sight
of his cock sent a surge of pride and greater desire through
him.
Abbi slowly inched her own body closer to Sunny's, and
once she felt his hot breaths on her skin, his cock pressing
insistently against her tummy, she acted.
Her sensitive tendril rubbed against Sunny's own hardness,
prompting a moan from the both of them.
Then Abbi coiled her tentacle around his cock, and the both
of them shivered from the alien but pleasurable sensation.
With what composure she had left, Abbi began to move her
tentacle up Sunny's shaft, the resounding shivers and
jerking thrusts into each other threatening to tip their
balance.
A balance that Abbi quickly took advantage of, gripping
Sunny's shoulders and pushing him to lie flat on his back.
In this position, Abbi no longer held back in, her hips
awkwardly bucking with no sense of rhythm, only
determined to extract more of the unique pleasure of
having herself wrapped around Sunny.
As for the boy in question, he too cannot hold still, trying
his best to sync up with Abbi's stroking but ultimately
failing. With her tentacle wrapped around his, he could feel
its wiggling cover every inch of him, each pulse and throb
as the familiar ink began leaking once more, covering the
place they are connected.
"Mmh! Hhh! S-Sunny...Ha-ah!" Abbi was reduced to
mindless stuttering as she felt her orgasm once more
quickly rising, making Sunny quiver and groan as he felt
full force the powerful throbs of her tentacle, ready to spurt
more fluid.
Each desperate thrust, each feverish rub and stroke of her
tentacle, it became too much once again, this time
squealing into the empty air as she coated Sunny's crotch
and stomach with forceful spurts of ink, the thick but
smooth liquid pleasantly coating the boy, sending a strange
sense of fulfillment through him as he watched his lower
half be coated.
They took a moment to catch their breath, Abbi's tentacle
slowly becoming limper and slipping off its grip.
Abbi stared at Sunny, lying on his back and breathing just
as heavy as her. His hazy eyes and panting mouth sending
another wave of warmth through her. She felt some life stir
back into her tentacle, manifesting as a twitch, then an
enthusiastic wiggle against Sunny's inner thigh, the boy
squirming in response.
As the ink languidly dripped from Sunny's body, Abbi
pushed the initiative once more.
"Sunny...You haven't came just yet right? We can do one
more, right?" Abbi spoke, her voice somewhat insistent as
she began to grind her hips on his crotch, her tentacle
softly wiggling, rubbing itself against Sunny's ink-slick skin.
Sunny, who for a moment, thought that Abbi ran out of
steam before they could get to the good part, finds himself
groaning, lifting his legs, allowing Abbi to hold them and
prop it up on her shoulders.
They were actually about to do this, the anticipation
making Sunny pant lustfully in response. He could feel the
tendril rubbing against his thighs and butt, he can see Abbi
biting her lips every time she trailed herself across his soft
skin. Seeing his usually composed friend clearing wanting
him so heavily made a warm feeling rise in him.
Abbi braced herself, a hand on his thigh, the tentacle arm
wrapping around the other. Her hips went lower, the tendril
making soft circles as she trailed down.
Soon, she felt his opening, making her tremble in utter
excitement as the tip poked and prodded it.
Their breathing more erratic now. This was it. Nothing but
desire for each other on their minds, Sunny gave a strong
nod.
With that, Abbi's slick tentacle pushed itself into him, the
squirming appendage feeling strange at first, giving a
sensation of being filled.
Abbi's melodic moans mixed with Sunny's soft groans, both
sounds encouraging each other to further partake of this
carnal dance.
Soon, Abbi's hips met Sunny's butt, firmly pressed against
him, and her tentacle now buried as deep as it can be. The
feeling of being filled was no full force for Sunny. Then
came the wiggling and squirming of the excitable
appendage in him, and that was when he began moaning
and squealing in response.
It was a new but very much so welcome sensation, the
tentacle wiggling deep in him managing to stroke and press
against all the right spots, faintly he could feel Abbi leaking
once more, she won't last long, not with his warmth tightly
wrapping around her.
It was a thoroughly consuming sensation for the poor girl,
who without any further thought, began to madly jerk her
hips back and forth, as well as making the tentacle wiggle
wildly inside him.
"A-AH-HAAA! AAAAAAAH!" The both of them deliriously
screamed aloud. Why would they hold back? it was just the
two of them in this sinful dance.
Abbi uncontrollably thrusting deep into him, once more, no
rhythm at all to her technique, simply wishing to seek as
much pleasure for herself as possible. Sunny certainly
didn't mind, not when the effects are just as mind-melting
for him.
Each loud wet smack, each meaty slap echoed and rang
through their ears, the lewd sounds further encouraging
haste.
For a moment, Abbi stared down at the pleasure drunk boy
she had impaled herself into, greedily accepting her unique
length, and squeezing it all around with his own insides.
Whatever rationality left her mind at the immensely lewd
sight, pushing forward, and dropping her body onto him,
pressing Sunny into the floor.
Sunny gave an excited sound in response, his legs
automatically locking around her hips as Abbi began to
desperately pound down at him in a mating press.
"Sunny! Sunny! Sunny! SUNNY!" Abbi chanted his name
over and over again in such a needy tone, as if each time
his name left her mouth, her pleasure would increase
tenfold.
"A-A-AH! ABB-mpph!" Whatever Sunny was about to say,
Abbi quickly silenced with her own lips, her tongue deeply
plunging and wrapping around his in a senseless dance.
And just to make certain, the tentacles on Abbi's head came
to life, stretching and firmly wrapping themselves around
Sunny's head, making certain he was trapped in his lip lock
with the wisest.
Nothing but animalistic lusts and carnal delight, the wisest
found a strange satisfaction in just letting go, further
punctuated by her normal arm wrapping behind Sunny's
neck and her tentacle one possessively wrapping around
his torso as she ploughed the dreamer.
Sunny felt his brain turn to mush at the sensations, he felt
as if he was being claimed by his own friend, her body
insistently wrapping around him, her hips slamming into
him, her lips and tongue exploring every corner of his
mouth.
He felt the tentacle madly probing his insides, leaking the
familiar goop he has come to love, simply because it was
from Abbi, her each rough smack, forcing herself deeper
into him, he felt each potent throb, bulging the tentacle to
a degree that filled him to such completion.
Then the tip clumsily prodded a particular spot inside,
followed by the rest of the flexible shaft wiggling into it.
Sunny's vision turned white as he felt his long-deserved
orgasm finally come out in uncontrolled spurts.
Abbi, upon feeling her sensitive appendage press upon
something that made the boy beneath her shudder
helplessly, immediately focused her efforts on that spot.
She was rewarded with a powerful orgasm from the boy,
the sudden clenching making her squeal into his mouth.
A few more thrust and lewd smacks, and Abbi reached her
own orgasm along Sunny, her tentacle bulging considerably
as a much more powerful release wracked her body,
instinctively causing her to thrust as deep as she can go
and wrap herself tighter around the overstimulated
dreamer.
Each bulge and spurt inside him further intensified Sunny's
orgasm, if he felt full before, now he was certain he was
stuffed, the fluid leaking in droves out of his hole and onto
the floor.
Not at all releasing him, Abbi seemingly melted atop him as
each spurt felt like a piece of her wisdom ripped from her.
And it felt so damn good.
Finally, both of their highs subsided, waning away slowly,
giving room to a pleasant sensation.
A moment to breath of sorts, the both of them just melting
into each other, taking part of each other's divine warmth,
a soft contentedness in the afterglow of their heated acts.
...
"Mmmh. Mmmhohh..." Abbi groaned into Sunny's mouth,
head and body still held in place by her.
"Mbbhi?" Sunny tiredly mumbled into her, still somewhat
recovering from what felt like the best release of his life.
"Mmmh..." Another moan. This time, punctuated with a
wiggle and thrust of her hips into him. Sunny's eyes
widened. A-Again?
Slowly, but surely, Abbi's motions became enthused once
more, the squirming inside him resuming, this time, making
certain to hit that spot that made Sunny arch his back in
response.
"Mm! Mhmm?!" Sunny tried to say something, but Abbi
was to deep into her wants.
Lifting her slender hips, once more she slammed so deep
into him once more, making Sunny's eyes roll to the back of
his head.
Once more, the lewd sounds of flesh eagerly smacking
against flesh echoed through the empty space.
It felt like Abbi wouldn't be satisfied anytime soon, not with
how tight she was holding him. Not that Sunny minded.
As Sunny slowly lost himself once more into the feeling of
his friend thoroughly defiling his insides, Sunny wrapped
his arms around her back, completing the lock of bodies.
Wet slaps. Hard thrusts. Frenzied pounding. Wonderful
release. Again and again.
Sunny would awaken next morning, with a very large stain
in his boxers and a thoroughly embarrassing situation with
him and his sister.
Perhaps Sunny would think back to the time when he
dreamt once more, Abbi profusely apologizing for just using
his body over and over again.
He really didn't mind, damn that was good, but just to
satisfy his friend's guilt, they decided that he should do the
same to her.
What a time that was.
...Or maybe, Sunny would think about the way Mari seemed
to just stare at the stain in his sleeping wear, softly biting
her lips as a flush worked up her face.
Maybe he'll remember the way her eyes trailed over his
bottom as he casually took of his boxers and casually bent
over, reaching for another pair of underwear.
Perhaps he'll recall just how much he "subtly" goaded his
sister, pleased to have an edge on his smug sibling, teasing
her over her clear non-familial feelings they held for each
other.
Maybe he'll recall that one peculiar fact that there seemed
to be a rather strange throbbing bulge in her nightgown as
she stared at him.
Mayhap he'll remember just how his big sister put her
unexpected penis to good use on him, his hands, his thighs,
his hands, his ass...
Where did the girl penis even come from? Who knows?
But those are things for another day.