Bird smut
Monday 17th of April 2017 10:50:07 PM CDT
Original from /hfur/: https://mega.nz/folder/ykQBFSYL#zh7eqcM4bPCjbrR9KPP33g

"Oh! You Bailey's friend?" she asks, nonchalant despite her nudity. Your first answer dies in your suddenly-dry throat when you notice her cock; a soda can thick tube of throbbing meat that gravity pulls down into a gentle curve. Your mouth starts to water.

"Yesss," you manage to croak out, unable to take your eyes off of her junk. Manhood? Is she a man? She's got tits (holy shit does she have tits). Thick, feminine thighs. An adorable little belly, high, melodic voice. She's a woman... who just happens to have a cock that puts yours to shame.

"Don't mind me," she chirps with a little wave of her clawed hand. "Just takin' care of business. Most us anthros don't enjoy wearing clothes, so as soon as we get home off they come!"

"Yeah," you agree, standing in the doorway not quite sure how to arrange yourself. You try for a casual lean against the doorjamb. It almost works.

"Hey, c'mon in and shut the door," she says with a gleam in her eye. You remember watching magpies and crows when you were younger - the ones that didn't really talk or have tits - and how their eyes glinted when they found a shiny thing to play with. You comply. "And strip - no sense in me being the only one naked here."

The hot (somehow? species and gender totally different... your cock gives absolutely zero fucks, and is about to tear through your shorts) bird-woman has just ordered you to strip, and oh, there you go, obeying without so much as a would-you-kindly. Naked as she is, if not moreso due to your lack of feathers, you stand in front of her. Hands on your hips, cock bobbing in the golden light of late afternoon. Her glinting gaze looks you up and down, resting on your sex. A pointed tongue slips from between the halves of her beak, licking where her lips would be. It's a surprisingly human gesture, which you almost fail to recognize for its hunger. Almost.

"Very nice," she chirps

You do, sinking into the faux leather upholstery. It's cool against your skin. You sit on the far end, but she gives you a sidelong glance and beckons with one black claw for you to scoot closer. As soon as you get within range, one curiously strong arm hooks around your shoulder and pulls you close to her body.

She's so warm, her feathers a combination of downy softness and prickly stiffness. She's about your height, but you get the feeling she's looking down at you. The feathers between her breasts fluff up as she chirrups at you; it's a soothing sound, not unlike a human sigh.

Her talons glide along your skin, but her attention is riveted on the screen. With her left hand she deftly navigates a porn site showing anthro herms (like her) passionately fucking human males (like you). Videos, picture sets, drawings. A hodgepodge of anthro/human lovemaking.

Your cock was hard before, but it's pulsing back and forth with every heartbeat. Between her thighs, the python of flesh has stirred to life and is similarly erect. She narrows things down to avian/human relations and starts browsing.

Summoning up a bit of courage, your hands explore her body. Stroking with the direction of her fluffy feathers, you feel the strength of her muscles beneath the softness. Your initial invasion of her personal space is chaste - her flanks, the bottom of her sternum. But your hand strokes down... down.. down. Over the plush plumpness of her belly. Across the super-soft fluff where a human woman's bush would be. To the root of her cock.

Your hand wraps around her shaft and she emits a deep, lusty staccato bird-noise. You can't help but notice the image on screen is very similar to this one, with the exception of the human about to eagerly stuff his lover's cockhead into his mouth.

"Yesss, baby," she says.

You lean over her hip, stroking her fat shaft up and down slowly. As any young man you're well acquainted with male anatomy, and you smile as you hear her deep, even breathing grow a bit shallower. Her cock is quite human. You bring it to your lips, christening it with a wet-lipped kiss straight on her cockslit. A salty bead of precum has bubbled up from her depths, and you taste it straight away. In for a penny, in for a butt-pounding.

Her talons rake down your back. Their razor-sharpness is evident - you can feel how they catch the tiny hairs of your skin. But she does not harm you. This powerful, primal being could tear you apart, but she doesn't. The power and submission she demonstrates, even as you submit to her, gives you some warm fuzzies.

You lick and lap at her cockhead, making sure every angle, every nook and cranny, is well-coated in your saliva. Every few licks you return to her urethra and scoop up another droplet of white gold. She tastes nutty and earthy. From further below, the bird-musk of her heavy nutsack invades your nostrils. Your eyes roll back into your head as she shoves your face down in the crook of her thigh and you snort straight from her lightly-feathered sack. Christ, this should be illegal.

Her free hand finds your cock, sharp talons sliding along the silky flesh of your foreskin. She chirps and chitters in appreciation of your uncut cock before cupping your delicate testicles in her claws.

"Jerk me off, baby," she rasps. "And I'll do the same. When we've both shot I'll get that backdoor of yours nice and loose."

Her claw strokes you with exactly the right amount of pressure; not a death-grip, but not a feeble, slippery hold. The scales of her featherless claw feel hard and smooth against your cock, but the sensation is pleasant. Like being stroked with warm textured glass.

Your own fingers can't wrap around her shaft, but that doesn't seem to bother her. As your own groin is assaulted by her flawless technique, you pleasure her in earnest. Your own free hand pushes down to cradle her nutsack, and she pushes one thigh open to give you better access. One hard, heavy testicle fills your palm like an overripe plum. It throbs and twitches as you jerk her cock, each upstroke pulling the weighty orb out of your palm, and each downstroke slapping it down into your open hand.

The jolt of pleasure/pain each time you jostle her nut is obviously appreciated as her pace quickens on your own shaft.

You feel the strong muscles and chords that connect her testicle to her body through the thick feathered skin of her sack. Carefully, you wrap your fingers around her sperm-tank and massage, applying just enough pressure to help coax more sperm from them without bruising anything. Her breathing quickens yet again, a telltale higher pitch coming to her breathy gasps.

"Cum," you command. Here, twisted around her, with your own junk in her clawed hand, you dare to give her orders. And it drives her fucking wild. You feel her belly clench beneath your chest, and you open your mouth as you position the head of her cock just in front of it, never stopping your rhythm.

With a loud squawk, the first rope of cum rockets from her cockhead and into your waiting mouth. It coats your tongue with liquid heat. Salty, sweet, thick as glue. Reflexively, you swallow, gulping down the first salty load of her cum. It's just in time, as another tonsil-bruising blast issues forth. To the credit of her stamina, claws don't slow on your cock.

Your own orgasm takes you by surprise. You're so inundated with her hot essence that the tickling sensation of your balls arrives unnoticed... until your nuts start trying to turn themselves inside out.

You're cumming harder than you ever have before, into your new lover's open beak. She's cumming hard, still; your cheeks bulge with every blast of healthy, virile sperm her nuts can produce.

The softness of her tits against your back, her feathers tickling every point where your bodies touch. She is a feast for your senses, and you feel yourself slip away as your orgasm takes you.

The world is white for a long moment. It's probably only a few seconds, but it feels a lot longer. You come down to find yourself alone on the couch. She comes trotting in, each talon clicking on the hardwood floor.

She's got a hot towel in her hand, carefully wrung out until it's barely damp. Kneeling before you, her claws are once again gentle with your sex as she cleans you. Your belly and thighs are covered in your spunk, and she gets every last drop. Nodding in satisfaction, she stands and presents the cum-soaked hand towel to you. Inches from your face is her own cock, her lower abdomen similarly laced with ropes of her own jizz.

"Clean me," she commands. You obey, gingerly lifting her shaft and nutsack to get every last bit of cum out of her feathers.

There's something so intimate about this towel, soaked in your sperm, being used to clean her cock immediately after doing the same to yours. She watches you from her high vantage point. She can't smile... not really... but you get the sense that she is.

"Good boy," she chirps as you wipe the last bit of spunk clean. "Now... turn around and get up on your knees."

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Pub: 16 Mar 2025 20:40 UTC

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