Some Women Can't Handle a Cocktail (Commission, Futa/Female, Impregnation, Inflation)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

Commissioned by Shane from my patreon as a possible finale to the Cocktail series, which started with a random short I did years ago, then got a commissioned continuation and now might end on one. Life's funny like that sometimes.

In this installment, Jen and Katy are getting married, but there's lots to prepare before the ceremony, such as how to tame such a rambunctious cocktail. Who could possibly handle such a thing?

Katy swirled her tongue around the tip and gathered up pre-cum to savour. Pleasure thumped through the shaft, caressed by her fiancée’s strong, yet delicate hands, as it coiled around hips and slithered between their thighs. With a gasp, Katy released her tail and lent it to Jen, who crammed it between her milky tits and into her mouth. Both pumped their groins, sliding their slick pussies across its firm body. The hormones pumping into their bodies day by day only made it better.

They pushed up and hugged as best they could with Katy’s cock and their fecund bellies between them. Tiny limbs poked out, stirred by their mothers’ licentious activities. Katy grabbed at her lover’s broad hips, once lush now provocatively decadent, fingers sinking deep into her cushion of an ass. Jen reciprocated and helped squeeze their breasts together around the squirming cock, the pressure forcing milk from their engorged nipples.

“Oh fuck, they’re so full and sensitive,” Katy moaned and kissed her cock.

“We’ll have to pump them more often,” Jen agreed, tongue lashing at her lover and her tail

“Makes a great lube though.”

“Hmm, why don’t we try it?” Jen said and pulled away, then turned around to present her ass, belly framed by her rich thighs as it hung almost to the bed. Pregnancy suited her, or at least she wore it like a fertility goddess. Between her milk-laden breasts, each the size of her head, and a set of hips to broad for their loveseat, Jen was everything Katy could want in a woman. Her devotion to her cock was perfect icing.

Jen reached around to spread her delicious cheeks apart. Since her second trimester, they’d been careful with letting Katy’s cock fuck either of their pussies, though it understood and satisfied itself often enough with other holes. That didn’t mean it wasn’t always hungering for a new cunt to plunge into.

It was a testament to their relationship that Jen even helped Katy accept her cock tail’s urges. When the thing wanted to fuck, Katy once felt like a captive, despite enjoying the ride the whole time, but she had taken a new approach; join in. Now she even coerced it into having fun on occasion, such as that slutty intern last week. She should’ve known better; go around without panties and someone’s tail will end up up your butt.

Katy circled her tail around, having her fiancée lube it up further. In the meanwhile, she knelt down and kissed Jen lower cheeks, luxuriating in their softness, then pressed her tongue between them and into the puckered hole. Both moaned, each pleasuring the other and anticipating the penetration it’d lead to.

“You ready?” Katy said, coming to lay before Jen’s face, tail lightly prodding at her ass.

“For you? Always,” Jen moaned as her spit-slickened ass opened for the cock, then buried her face between Katy’s thighs. The vibrations of her pleasure echoed in the unique woman’s snatch, her walls trembling with them. Katy flexed her muscles on instinct, driving a whole foot of prehensile dick inside. Like any muscle, its frequent use had seen it improve remarkably.

Unlike any penis Katy knew of, hers was lined with muscles. With her frequent sessions with Jen and other women, the tail had thickened, stretching anyone, no matter how experienced, to obscene levels. If she had better control, she could even grab things with it, but her tail had other ideas, usually involving sex. With herself or another, it didn’t matter.

Katy worked her hips against her lover’s face. Her tail was deep inside Jen’s rectum now, wriggling about to really stretch her walls, and going further with every flick of her tongue on Katy’s clit. Neither kept their hands to themselves. Jen massaged her lover’s dome-like belly, feeling out the kicks of the baby within, while Katy reciprocated by caressing the woman’s head, playing with her hair and holding her close. Every breath ran across Katy’s sensitive flesh and spurred her tail on.

“Get in there,” Katy moaned, both to her cock and lover. They heeded her words and pressed harder, one mashing themselves into her pussy, the other slamming into a tight, yet pliant asshole. Entire feet vanished inside. It would have bulged through Jen’s belly without her pregnancy. Moans fell into tandem, building to an apex. Katy’s tail stepped up its tempo, now ramming two, almost three feet up

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