Bored Jumper x Player
[Trials in Tainted Space writers]
The bored Jumper has turned you on too much to keep fighting. You give in....
You flop on the ground, furiously masturbating.
You’re beaten.
“Oh, whoah. What’s this?” She gently drops a latex-covered footpaw onto your crotch, rubbing at the monumental bulge. “I had some other things in mind, but do you know what?” She tweaks you just behind the flare with her toes. “I think... I think I’m gonna fuck your cock.” She slides it down your entire five-foot length, all but drooling in anticipation. “Gonna break it in till you come back here looking for me, asking me to dump another load into your balls.”
You squirm futilely against the pirate’s rubbery pressure, getting harder and hotter for your efforts, but she keeps you nicely pinned beneath her sole. “Hold still. Wouldn’t want to hurt you.” Her voice twists between sarcasm and genuine care as she knees down, fingers digging into your Black Void armor plate. Those wiggling toys stay right where they are while she works, tickling with you with heat and friction, making it easier for you to find excuses not to resist as removes all the barriers between herself and your dick.
It takes a but a moment for her to lift her paw and yank the obstruction away, but it makes all the difference in the world.
“There you go. Why fight it?” the sweaty slut purrs, sliding her foot off your tool and down the other side of your body. Her cunt slaps down on top of your shaft. You can feel the lips bulging, even through the insulated wrapping. You can feel her balls too, but there’s something about the slight cleft of her pussy that makes your beast-cock bloat with engorgement, surging forward so powerfully that the rabbit-woman is nearly thrown free. “Mmmm, somebody’s rearing to go, but momma needs a taste first!”
Bending low, the boner-mounted bunny grabs you by the equine glans and kisses it. She starts with the gentle press of her lips, but after a few moments of stillness, her tongue flickers out experimentally. Your taste must satisfy her, because immediately after she’s given up on kissing your dick to furiously lick it, dragging her tongue up and down your urethral bulge as far as her neck will allow. The latex laquine shimmies from side to side to lap up fresh patches of sweat, dragging her sweet crotch along your sheath while using the rest of her face like your own personal sweat mop.
“F-f-f-fuck it almost tastes too good to fuck.” The deliriously aroused pirate kisses the edge of your blunt head. Pre bubbles at the tip, earning a coy smile. “Almost.” She wraps her hand around it and unceremoniously stuffs a finger into the oozing slit, blocking any more from escaping. “Somebody’s pussy’s getting all wet for me, isn’t he?” Her hips pump back and forth. The rabbit’s suit creaks as her thighs squeeze tight, stimulating your body to flood more goo into the backed-up passage. “Stars, look at it bulge!” More kisses pepper your inflating urethra. “It must feel so good, inflating like that, your dick stretching itself out to get ready for me...”
“Nnng!” you cry, though you cannot say if it is out of pleasure or sheer stubbornness. The sensation of your horse-cock getting plugged and filling with pre-cum is strange but almost sort of pleasant, especially when the rest of the pirate-slut’s body is doing everything it can to stimulate your exterior.
Spit and sweat are everywhere. The rabbit’s suit is so slicked with it that she all but glides back and forth on her see-sawing path along your pole. “You ready, sweetness? Because Momma’s more than ready.”
You whine in discomfort and arousal, every vein on your extremely prodigious, floor-dragging, animalistic dick standing out, flexing and straining with the effort of holding in the growing pocket of pre. “Fuck fuck fuck... just make me cum! I can’t take it!”
“‘Kay!” the bunny-girl chirps. She springs up, floppy ears twirling around her, flinging arcs of sweat at the walls as she rotates around into a better position. Her tail, the one bit of fluff her suit exposes, twitches happily. “Now to just...” She cups your bulging urethra in one hand and pumps it, redoubling the pressure. “...pop the cork.” A twist of the pirate’s wrist spins her dick-impaling finger wetly around. Pre chases it when she yanks it out, puddling prettily on her palm to display just how slicked the inside of your dick is for the sweaty bunny’s use.
You sigh in equal parts relief in arousal. The feeling of so much backed-up fluid flowing out of you is nearly orgasmic, and venting all that penile pressure produces the strangest kind of satisfaction. It’s almost a shame that your dick-hole is hanging open a little bit, dribbling an inviting curtain of goo, like it’s given up and decided to enjoy the idea of being fucked full of alien bunny-cock.
The mechanical purr of a zipper’s rapid descent draws your eye upward just in time to see the Jumper’s bitch-boner spill out of the metal teeth, so sweaty that it’s nearly as shiny as the latex it’s being pulled out of. It bounces heavily, dribbling pre onto your well-slimed flare. The hefty orbs underneath actually arrest the zipper’s progress for a moment, tugging the seam so tightly that the fastener becomes bound up in friction, but a grunt and a hard yank allow the apple-sized globes to pop free.
They look so much larger now that there’s nothing to constrain them, and they sway with such heavy inertia that you can’t even begin to imagine how densely packed with cum they must be, how backed up the increasingly turgid, lop-eared dick-girl must be to come down here looking for a slave to fuck.
“Hey, check it out.” Pre-lubed latex squeezes your blunt head, the slippery digits straining to hold it steady as it’s pulled up to meet with the horny rabbit’s foot-long prong. Her tip presses insistently against the urethral gap her finger prepared. “Our dicks are kissing.” She pets yours affectionately, earning fresh dribbles of dick-slime to shine her own cock with. The excess trickles wetly back the conjoined pricks’ lengths. “Mmm... it’s practically sucking me in!”
Stars, it’s true! The errant flexing and straining of your gigantic phallus inevitably opens your invitingly lubricated channel wider, beckoning the hermaphroditic outlaw to venture deeper. She plunges in with a slow but determined thrust of her hips, jaw slack and tongue hanging. “Omigod this is the best fucking dick-pussy! It’s so stupidly huge that it’s meant to be fucked, isn’t it?” Her grip shifts to squeeze it possessively. “I’m gonna breed this big dumb monster sooo hard!”
It doesn’t hurt. It can’t, not when you’re packing this much dick for her to abuse, this much urethra seemingly waiting for the opportunity to have a smaller, firmer dong take it for a ride. It really feels like a big pussy. You find yourself so enamored of the strange new pleasure that you start nodding along with every word she says, unthinkingly prepared to have your beachball-sized nuts stuffed full of laquine cum.
The final three inches are the hardest to take. Not because of the knot, or because you’re already stuffed so full, but because she’s started to leak too. Her dick is pumping pre into your urethra like a broken faucet, raising the pressure higher even as she goes deeper. When her knot pops in, an avalanche of crystalline juices spray out around it. Your animalistic shaft arches, straining and flooding. The cocoon of slick excitement around the bunny’s wiggling totem tamer only grows thicker as the moment’s tick by, and with it, the pleased expression on her lapine muzzle widens.
“Sooo good.” Her hands, no longer needed to hold everything in place, slide up and down your exterior, lavishing it in attention that only makes it feel that much harder and fuller. You ache with raw engorgement, feeling like some kind of overstuffed ordoeuvre. The pirate’s shining digits tenderly caress your rigid veins as if they were her own. “Mmmm this is so much better than sixty-nining, isn’t it?” An index finger traces your straining, stuffed urethra. “To think I could’ve been wasting my time with my dick in your mouth!”
“Please,” you moan, “there’s so much!”
A mischievous smile blossoms across the laquine’s blissed features. “Aww. Maybe I’ll put it in your mouth afterwards, if you really want. Or did you want me to pull out, let all that backed up pre wash over me, and fuck you silly?”
You nod vigorously. At this point, it sounds incredible.
“Good. Hang on, cutie.” With a cry of inarticulate bliss, the bunny-girl hauls her hips backwards, sliding her dick out in a rapid yank. Gushing, clear goo flows across its surface, bathing her in combined virility of two powerfully gifted hypersexuals. She stands there for a second, shuddering, and you’d be doing the same if you had been upright. The friction of her iron-hard intruder stroking your walls on its way out was amazing. You moan with her, lean muscled hips shivering, and are on the verge of begging for more when she answers your wordless want with exactly what you both need.
Cock plows into your straining prick-cunt with no warning and even less care for your pleasure, not that any care was necessary for you to adore the bunny’s powerful dick-reaming. She fills you in ways you never knew you could be filled, strokes you in places not meant to be stroked. The thrusts out remind you of your own orgasms, of passing thick gobs of seed, only now you’re spurting out pre and the universe’s most adventurous dick. When it comes back in, your hands ball into fists and your eyes roll back. All the back-and-forth pressure is probably doing a number on your internal plumbing, but you don’t care.
You can sort of feel it in your prostate when the rabbit-girl humps you, pushing the juices back in, making the pre-pumping organ swallow a little of its own medicine. Ecstasy and dizziness assail you as you lay there, little more than a cock-shaped pussy for your sexy laquine captor to abuse. You moan in mindless bliss as she humps away, flinging sex-juices everywhere. Your legs are soaked by this point and you hardly care.
“Oh fuck yeah, it’s coming,” the rapidly humping laquine says, stroking you off with both hands. “I’m gonna cum so fucking haaaard!” Her hips slap into your flare with enough force to make her weighty balls swing up and clap the underside. Again and again she drills home, each stroke faster and harder than the last, the girth inside you thicker each time, providing you with a greater sense of fullness. “Yes!” she cries, “Yes! Yes! Yesssssssssss!”
You feel the bunny cum with every ounce of your overly imposing, equine shaft. The swell of her urethra bulging stretches your own still wider. The warmth of her thick, virile laquine seed pumping into your length causes a brief spike of pain as it forces open piping that was never meant to flow both ways, but in its wake there is nothing but pleasure. The pirate’s eyes roll back as she pours her lusts into you. Her nuts clench and squeeze above. You can see them bouncing with every dick-stuffing load they dump into your body, and you can vaguely sense the gloriously warm goo’s passage through you, heating up your middle, making you feel more cum than man.
Inevitably, the torrential flood of seed completely saturates your internal plumbing and travels deeper and further, into your balls. You can’t help but wince at the sudden onset of blue balls. Alien sperm lends your spunk-bunkers a swollen, tight appearance, forcing the surrounding sack to swell along with them. Each squirt leaves you more engorged and sensitive, more overwhelmed by a virility greater than their own. Before long the tightness reaches a distracting peak, and they stop swelling, leaving the rest of your internal plumbing to take up the slack.
The creamy deluge has so completely overpowered you that when you climax, you don’t even have a proper cum. That part of you is bent backward by the laquine’s flood and glued in place by her sticky spunk. You no longer have your own sense of tightness and rhythmic ejaculation, just mind-bendingly powerful pleasure that flexes with every hot load you take. Your floor-polishing, flared horse-cock goes halfway soft midway through, but you don’t care. You’re too addicted to the feeling of being cream-filled to do anything by moan for more.
The sweaty laquine gives you that and more. She crams your cock so full that excess drools out around her in sticky, white webs. When her torrents of pearly, penis-packing release finally slow, she caresses your hypersensitive, half-hard mast until you’re crying with joy. When she pulls out, a river of alabaster sloughs down in her wake, puddling lamely from your gaped cock-hole.
“Fuck, you’re a mess,” she pants, zipping herself back up. “A real dick-stuffed mess.” The pirate-girl kneels down next to you and kisses you on the cheek, her tongue flicking out once to taste your sweat. “You be sure and hold onto that little present until you find somebody to cum inside, ‘kay? Maybe your kid’ll have rabbit ears.”
Unconscious closes in as she walks away. Maybe just a little nap...