Horny herm goes on a date

Janine hummed to herself as she sat on the couch, very intent on the conversation that was going on in her phone, her thumbs moving hard and fast, words flying with passion, eyes unable to leave the small, bright screen even as her mother walked in front of her in her bathing suit, or, as the older dragoness liked to call it, her everyday business attire. Doreen’s fat sheath wobbled mere inches away from her daughter’s face, a hint of a fat, juicy cock peeking from within, flared and drooling, caked in pussy juice and cum from the early morning romp with the girl’s other mother. The lack of reaction made Doreen furrow her brow slightly.

“Anita, can you tell me what’s up with her?” The orange-scaled dragoness looked at her wife who was also busy, though the third member of the family in that room, a pale lime-green lady, was not holding a phone but rather a book with the saucy title ‘deepthroating for oral lovers: how to throat any cock, of any size and shape to better your sexual and work-life balance’. “She’s been like that for hours.” Doreen sat down on the couch next to Anita and immediately grabbed the lime dragon’s fat tits, caressing them in their lacy cage, the bra bravely holding on to dear life as it held more breast mass than it had the right to. Without a missed second, both of their shafts stirred, flares slipping out of their hiding places, huge and meaty, firing fat wads of pre all over the coffee table, painting the family photos in thick layers of ball batter.

“Oh, I think she’s messaging a boy.” Anita huffed and put the book down, away from the barrage of precum shots. Doreen purred and buried her face in those mountainous tits with the glee of a child digging into a pile of candies. “A cute boy.”

“MMhhhh…” The orange dragoness sniffed and purred harder, lost in the mass of titflesh, showing no sign of any will to leave. Yet, to continue their conversation, she had to. “A cute boy, you say? What a surprise…” She chuckled and wrapped her tongue around one of her wife’s thick nipples, drawing squirts of milk that spilled onto her own, admittedly slightly less impressive knockers. “Are we in for revamping the nursery room? It’d be her first pregnancy in a while, it has been a good couple years since I last knocked her up and we’d need all the space we can get for all the eggs.”

“Shush mom.” Janine rolled her eyes and looked at her mothers with a somewhat annoyed look. “I’m busy trying to score some tail.”

“Alright alright, I’ll shut your mother up real good, ok?” Anita purred and grabbed her half-hard twenty six incher, manhandling the fat shaft and slapping Doreen’s muzzle with it, leaving a nice, juicy, sweaty cockprint on those orange scales. Doreen licked her lips and opened wide, eagerly taking the excuse to suck on her wife’s cock for a bit: her mouth opened and, within the span of a second, she’d slid all the way to the medial ring, her throat bloated with over two feet of throbbing and still hardening raw dragon shaft. “So, who’s the boy? I’ve seen a couple pics by… accident...” Anita huffed and pushed her wife’s muzzle all the way to the sheath, burying Doreen’s face in that juicy cock pouch right as she was about to take the next breath, making the orange herm snort a deep lungful of raw sheath musk, bringing her to a sudden, messy, chaotic orgasm that splattered shot after shot after creamy shot of cum all over Janine’s lower body, white streaks giving the twenty year old black-scaled herm a zebra-like look.

“His name is Kaleb, odd name, odd guy, he’s been asking me to go on a date for a while.” Janine’s focus had been broken and now she was starting to fall prey to her mothers’ penchant for making her beyond horny. Her twin cocks bloated her sheath far more than what a single one could ever do, both of her flares swelling the second she heard Doreen snort so hard she almost came a second time hands-free. The younger herm ran a finger over her legs and licked it, tasting the cum that had been spilled from the same nuts she’d been made in. “He is cute though.”

“Is he good at sex? I mean, it’s not the important bit that one but if you’re gonna get him to knock you up you must make sure to at least enjoy the process. I know I did with your mom…” Anita caressed her wife’s muzzle as she began to thrust in it, forcing nearly fifty inches of immensely thick cockflesh inside the orange herm, turning her love and soulmate into little more than a sock for her shaft to slide in and out of. “Gods, she fucked me for ten hours straight on my mom’s bed and even invited my father to spitroast me on our wedding night.” Doreen purred in pride and warm love, squeezing on Anita’s shaft and milking it as her own swelled to full mast. On the other couch, Janine’s own twin beasts were just about half hard, each as thick as her own thigh, each nearly twenty two inches long, her melon-sized nuts hanging off the edge of the cushion.

“We haven’t had sex yet.” She blushed, almost as if that was a lewd secret, far more perverted than grabbing her mother’s ass and burying her face in it. Doreen stopped bobbing on her wife’s cock and pulled back, inch after inch after cunt-stretching inch till the flare popped out of her mouth and rewarded her with a fat wad of dense pre. “Yeah, yeah, that’s weird as hell but… I don’t know, he seems interesting.”

“Gosh, that’s one uncommon guy, are you sure he’s into you and not just into males? How could he refuse having sex with my girl?” Doreen slipped off the couch and crawled over to her daughter, immediately giving her balls and shafts loving kisses, sniffing hard the thick musk wafting off those wonderfully ripe nuts. Seeing that the focus had shifted, Anita licked her lips and did the same, taking her place next to Doreen and grabbing her daughter’s other cock, both hugging them and giving the younger herm a double titjob.

“He… mhhh… he didn’t refuse… mmmh fuck…” The black scaled dragoness huffed and panted, growing to full mast as her mothers’ cocks slathered her balls in pre and sheath fluids, her twin spires a proud, massive, above average forty two inches each, so thick they were pornstar-worthy. “We’ve just been enjoying long talks about… dumb stuff.”

“Oooh… my little girl has a crush!” Doreen purred, kissing the fat flare rubbing against her muzzle. “A crush on a cute guy who wants to go on dates!” The older dragoness stood up, Janine’s cock still buried in those soft tits and kissed her daughter straight on the lips, sharing Anita’s taste with her.

“MOM!” She blushed heavily, yet her shafts were harder as she was teased, her mothers working harder to pump their soft breasts around her stiff prides. “I don’t have a crush! I’m twenty years old and I’ve already laid eggs…”

“Shush, you’re never too old to get a crush on a cute guy.” Anita chuckled and slapped her wife’s ass. “We just want the best for you.” The sounds of a lewd, raunchy, incestuous boobjob echoed in the house, precum spilled over soft scales and furniture as the older herms teased and put years of experience into pleasuring their child. “When is the date?”

“Mh…” Janine checked her phone, sneaking a few saucy pics of her parents in case her future date wanted to talk about overbearing parental figures or what she usually did with them when she was horny and couldn’t go hail a public cumdump on the street. “Like… in a couple hours.”

“Then we’re going to finish with this and see what you’d like to wear.” Pulling out of a sloppy deepthroat, Doreen pressed her snout to her girl’s flare and snorted with loud, lewd, perverted love before giving that fat cum pipe a long tongue-filled kiss. “Oh, I’ve got that new ball bra… no, wait! I’ve got a little anal plug, XL so it should do fine if you hook a nice string bikini to it and wear that.” Already the orange dragoness was thinking of cute things for her daughter to wear, each one of which would make her appear like the bombshell she was and maybe convince that cute guy to knock her up on the first date.

“No, nothing like that.” Janine’s blush became even more pronounced. “I’m going to put on a skirt and a shirt, maybe even a bra.” Those words were almost as shocking as if she said she’d leave for a trip around the world right that instant or even admitted to a far more shameful secret. “What?”

“Shirt, skirt and bra? What then? Panties?” Doreen put a hand over her mouth in mock surprise but when her daughter didn’t deny her intention to do that, the mock surprise became real and then morphed into shock. “Janine? Why would you put on all those clothes? They are bad for you, you know? They cut off circulation to your cock… oh, maybe do you want to rip them off in public right in front of him?”

“What? No, no, nothing like that mom.” The young herm sighed, rolling her eyes as she stood up, her cocks slick with saliva and precum, her balls still full and not one little bit drained. “I just… want to put on some nice clothes, have a good evening chatting and maybe get some coffee or ice cream.” Again the two older dragonesses were shocked by her words. “I’m not even sure we’re going to have sex.”

“Heavens… are you sick? Is there something wrong?” Anita rushed to put a hand over the black dragoness’ forehead. “You put on so many clothes, haven’t had sex with him yet, don’t even know if he is good at blowjobs. Should we worry?” Janine let out a long sigh, her cocks softening and returning to their squishy, wet, soft prison without her having even spilled a drop of spunk in her mother’s throats like she loved to do every afternoon. Her balls remained unpolished and unloved, her ass woefully lacking a nice dribble of cum after she got her own filling of motherly cum.

“Ugh, moms, I’m twenty, I can hang out with a guy and not have him blow me, ok? If I want to wait for a bit I have the right to, plus it’s not like I’m not having sex here or at school. I’m pretty sure Mrs Donovan is pregnant after I stayed late in class to help her grade our class’ papers.”

“Well, if you’re still having regular sex with your teachers and classmates and knocking a few up here and there then we’re not as worried. You’re a virile lady, you have all the rights to fuck and get your own harem someday.” Anita sighed in relief, though still unsure if her daughter was going through a rough patch emotionally. She’d have to call a few of her friends and invite them for a little talk and a few rounds of creampies to make sure that Janine’s date was a good guy who deserved to be her girl’s cock sock.

“Or even just stay with one guy and make love to him.” Doreen seemed to take the girl’s side for a few moments before breaking into a lewd grin. “And his parents and her own mothers, just to make sure everyone’s happy.”

“UGHhhh mom!” Janine rolled her eyes and stormed away, paws splashing in the ever-present cum puddles on the floor, her balls sloshing lewdly as she marched away and locked herself into the bathroom.

The two mothers sighed in defeat, sure that their girl would be fine as they returned to the couch and put on a nice sex movie, their still hard cocks rubbing against each other and drooling pre by the pint as they snuggled and made out without any restrained, moaning and grunting like beasts in heat. In the shower Janine had to avoid the siren call of all the dildos stuck to the wall or the half dozen fleshlights she could stuff her cocks in, merely opting for the soap fleshlight she liked to use to clean all of her cockflesh quickly. She slid the fake pussy filled with soap all over her shafts, giving them a nice scrub as she made sure to get her scales polished, her toes clean and her balls a nice good massage. They were heavy and sensitive but she didn’t feel pent up, just eager to get dressed and leave for her date. Cleaning herself was such a chore, with all the musk, cum, pre and sweat and all the fluids generally around the house that collected on her body and in all the musky crevices, which she generally preferred to get tongue baths from her moms before school or have one of the public cumdumps around the city give her a scrub whenever needed. For the date, however, she wanted to be nice and clean. It was a novel feeling, a good one though: all her previous boyfriends and girlfriends didn’t make her feel nervous like this, they were mostly just excuses to fuck but she could do that anytime, anywhere, with anyone. Hell, she’d fucked her mothers on buses and trains and even in restaurants, but this guy… he was far more interesting. Not fucking his brains out the second she had the chance was by far lewder than sniffing ass at a club while doing shots.

Janine came out of the shower nice and tidy, cocks clean as they could be, balls polished to a glossy shine, pussy and donut pristine and perfumed, tits scrubbed of all the cum that glazed them constantly. A few more minutes and she was dry, which made it damn hard to not get dirty considering how her house was a sex den covered in cum all over: she stepped around puddles, over used sex toys and away from piles of used condoms that were full and near-bursting. Her own bedroom wasn’t exactly any cleaner, if anything it was as cluttered and messy as a twenty year old’s room who lived with her parents could be. Luckily, she knew where her own used toys where, the spots where she’d spilled her morning loads and all the piles of porn mags she’d received as gifts from her aunt who worked in a sex journal editorial company. With a pep in her step, Janine dug into the wardrobe, ignoring swathes of ball bras, most of them rather musky, regular bras, sexy panties wit more holes than fabric, sexy lingerie, maternity wear from when mom Doreen had knocked her up, plus a whole bunch of clothes from her lovers and conquests over the years. Deep within there was one lonely box with the label ‘boring clothes’, which was full of the items with most fabric, those that were the least sexy and covered most of her body. She even ignored the box of ‘date toys’ which contained all of her favourite plugs, beads, sounding rods, cock plugs and nipple clamps that she normally wore for first and second dates.

Normally she’d not even consider those clothes, but this occasion called for them and so she grabbed a pair of comfy panties which she put over the sturdiest ball bra she had, a wonderfully lacy KK cup holder for her overly productive girls, a bra for her tits, and even a shirt that matched the long skirt.

“Gosh I look like a nun!” Janine turned around, her skirt fluttering in the musky air of the room. She had only arms and legs bare, her paws just a tad cummy after she’d stumbled while putting on all those clothes. “Hopefully I’m not overdressed…” She bit her lips, looking at the fat bulge that her sheath made, something that she couldn’t hide no matter what, considering just how fat it was, though her sack was well hidden. “… should I leave the bra?” Another few moments of musings made her decide to keep it. Smiling with a heart that was fluttering as if carried by a swarm of butterflies, Janine grabbed the keys of her car and headed out. “I’m leaving.”

“Have fun!” On the couch, Anita was busy flipping through channels while Doreen was far busier wrapping her lips around the lime-dragoness’ cockhead, her throat dancing lewdly and messily. “MMhh stay safe and don’t wear protection, momma wants some more grandkids!”

“Ugh…” And again she rolled her eyes, annoyed and embarrassed. “I’ll be back later, don’t stay up waiting.” Janine stopped for a second, debating whether to get back to her room and put on some shoes. “Nah, I don’t want to overdress.” Deciding for bare paws, she headed out, already feeling hot and as if she’d been stuffed in a can, yet she mustered through the uncomfortable feeling of being caged.

She turned on the car, pushed the gas and left her home, the ac blowing cool air on her face and on her junk via the custom vent her moms had installed so that their junk wouldn’t get too hot during long car rides and spread the reek of cock and balls all over the car like a raunchy air freshener. Driving while clothed proved to be a very awkward thing, mostly due to the lack of freedom of movement that having both panties and bra brought. The only little joy was that she could feel her heart palpitating so hard and her stomach so full of butterflies that she couldn’t even get a boner or feel her nuts churning and pumping buckets of pre through her cocks every other second like with all the other dates she’d been on. The meeting spot was also rather close so that proved to be another bit of luck on her part. However, one she was out and sitting on the edge of a fountain that had been switched off for maintenance, she realized that she was the one that was far overdressed compared to the rest of the people around her: the vast majority of the public in the area wore jocks and shirts and little more aside from piercings or nipple pasties or clamps, dozens had outlines of toys lodged in asses and pussies or even strapped to erect cocks, a few wore nothing but stretched jocks that left nothing to the imagination. All of them looked at Janine with confused expression, wondering just what in the world would make one wear so many clothes all at once in public, though most figured out it was a kink and thus ignored her after a few seconds of staring. Yet it was enough to make her blush and try to disappear.

“Hey, Janine! There you are, I was worried you’d never come.” A cute voice stole her from the little corner of shame. Her eyes moved from the ground up, catching her date from feet to snout: he wore open-toed sandals, pants with a hint of underwear showing at the top, a long shirt and the best smile the purple-scaled dragon could bring.

“Oh heavens, I’m late?” She blushed so hard she thought her clothes would catch fire right then and there. “I’m so sorry, I thought we said to meet here at four p.m., gosh I’m so sorry.” Janine looked at the clock and realized she’d been so worried about coming here that she’d not even noticed she was almost twenty minutes late. “David, I’m so so sorry.”

“Hey hey no worries here, it’s cool. I’ve waited for far longer on dates with other people before, you’re the so far the one that actually came earliest.” David chuckled and gave her a pat on the shoulder, making her squirm and moan under her breath. “Let me say, you’re dressed so well, I’m almost feeling like I’m not fancy enough.” The purple dragon scratched the nape of his neck and smiled wryly. “I just got some stupid shirt and pants and here you are with all the bells and whistles!”

“What? I thought I was dressed too much!” She looked at her skirt and gave a pat to the back to dust it some. “Plus… you know, I don’t wear much normally so I don’t really know what colours go well together, I just put on whatever I had that wasn’t covered in cum. Had to dig realll deep to…” She stopped and slapped her forehead. “There I go again, sorry, I know you don’t like talking about that stuff.”

“T’is cool, no problem at all, it’s normal for you after all.” He kept on the smile all throughout, making her glance at his pearly whites. “Plus, I’m used to it, we do live in a very liberated society so I’d be shocked if some of that didn’t slip through the cracks.” David chuckled again. “There, a little double-entendre to make things even.” Janine felt like melting, not because of the clothes but rather because his sweetness was making her feel so at ease and comfortable even in all those stuffy clothes she almost forgot she had them on.

“Thank you, I appreciate the effort to not make me feel like a huge pervert, not that I’m not one, I mean, you know what I do and what I wear on the college campus anyway and…” She petered off a second time, took a deep breath and exhaled. “What I wanted to say is, you are dressed really well too and that I love your sandals.”

“Thank you very much, I got them a while ago.” He lifted a foot and let her get a nice look, but, as much as she wanted to enjoy the design of those sandals, she could only think of his feet, his soles and just how amazingly sweaty they’d be at the end of the date and how she wanted to suck the sweat off their scales till the musk made her cum inside her panties. “I wear them almost every day and let me tell you, it’s amazing in summer, especially over hot concrete.” She nodded, but again her mind went to a lewder place, debating whether to steal them and keep those sweaty, used, musk-soaked sandals for herself till she snorted them so hard they lost all their scent. “So, shall we go for our date?”

“I agree completely, we did… uhm, we did come here to hang out after all.” Janine blushed again and looked down at her bare feet, suddenly wanting a pair for herself. “I’m really sorry, I don’t really know what to do on first dates.”

“Then let me take charge.” He reached for her arm and grabbed it, holding it gently as he began to drag her forward. Janine let him do it and picked up the pace to follow him, her bare feet tapping right alongside his sandals, the soft-yet-deafening claps of shoes against soles.

People really stared hard at the two of them as they walked, though with him by her side she didn’t feel quite as embarrassed for wearing clothes that covered so much, merely annoyed everyone stared so much and couldn’t keep their eyes to themselves. Minutes later they stopped at an ice cream kiosk and grabbed something nice, his treat. While they waited, the owner began milking herself into the containers where she made the ice cream, her nipples leaking up a storm as most of what she squeezed out of those KKK tits ended up all over the place and but half where it was meant to be. After getting the ice cream, they headed back where they’d come from so that David could lead her deeper into a maze of little buildings and hidden turns where each corner had something fun and quirky to offer. Janine scarfed her cone to avoid it melting and ending up all over her shirt while he ate it more calmly, clearly used to not spilling stuff on his clothes.

“So, I have to ask you again and this time you better answer me: why all the clothes?” She had been plagued by that question for a while now, yet he’d never answered her. “I understand not wanting to be naked but… shoes, underwear… all of this is rather stuffy, no?”

“HMmm how do I it put it…” He pondered for a few seconds. “I like clothes, they are so… expressive and interesting. Like, bare fur and scale is sexy as hell, don’t get me wrong, I enjoy nakedness as much as anyone else, but there’s something about having something extra to put on yourself that really scratches an itch for me.” He hinted at his shirt and the colourful logo on it. “There are many more kinds of clothes than combinations of colours and, well, I’ll admit that seeing a nice set of tits stuffed in a tight, tight shirt or a nice bulge threatening to burst out of a pair of pants is kind of super sexy.” David smiled but made the wrong choice when he looked at her and his eyes fell upon the exact things he’d just mentioned, making him regret every word and action up to that point as his pants tented a little. “But yeah, I like the way I can mix and match clothes and stuff.”

“I never saw it like that before. I just thought clothes were for practical purposes and little more: jocks to keep stuff from bouncing around too much, bras and ball bras for the same reasons, pants and skirts just to be even more sure to not have stuff flop around…” Much like him, Janine regretted her poor choice of words and blushed, choosing to look away to hide the fact that she’d clearly noticed the little fact that his pants were bulging nicely.

“Oh hey, uhm, this is actually the place where I got my sandals.” The abrupt turn in topic almost hurt but both were glad he’d found a way to derail that train of thought. They’d promised not to go in the direction dates normally went and to keep everything dressed, modest and not messy at all. He pointed at the front of a little shop that bore the logo of a dragon paw with a shoe that was about to slip off. She gulped and immediately thought back at his feet and how badly she wanted for him to step on her face.

The door swung open and before she knew it, she was past the entrance, thrown in a world of a billion differently shaped shoes, sandals, boots and whatnot, a world that smelled of paws, feet and footsweat in a tantalizing way. Her cock throbbed in her panties, forcing her to hide her gigantic bulge, though the crane clerk at the till definitely noticed her being aroused by the mere concept of a shoe shop.

“Welcome, first time here?” The crane let out a typically avian smile, very subtle and confusing, his beak curling upwards just enough to identify the motion being a smile.

“For her, I’m an old customer, came here a while ago for these bad boys.” David pointed at his sandals.

“Mmh that is an old model, good couple years at least. Looks well-worn to boot, ha! Got it?” The clerk let out a quiet chuckle as both dragons understood the badly-made shoe pun. “Anyways, here for a present for your girlfriend? She’d look lovely with one of our most recent models.” Both David and Janine blushed quite visibly at the mention of ‘girlfriend’, allowing the crane to understand a bit more the nature of their relationship. “I see, my apologies. When pairs of customers come in it’s mostly for… couple stuff, you know? Buying presents and all that.” He clapped his hands and smiled again, vaulting over the counter with grace. Much like one would expect the clerk of a shoe store, he wore the avian version of shoes, a pair of flip-flops of clearly high quality and make. Unlike David, however, he wore a far more conventional attire aside from those, his jock matching the bright yellow shirt and barely hiding a nice fat bulge with a big damp spot right where his cockhead was. “What can this old crane do for you then?”

“Well, we’re just looking but...” David began to speak, however, Janine interrupted him.

“I was really fascinated with his sandals, are there any left?” She blushed slightly. “Same model, I mean.”

“Follow me please, we’re going to have a look at what I have left.” The clerk moved fast, his flip-flops marking each step in a far louder way than what David’s own shoes did. With but a few quick swipes of his wings he grabbed box after box on the shelves and put them on a nice table that was right next to a chair. “Please sit, we’re going to have to try a few models.” A swipe of his wings again and Jessica felt her feet trapped in a pretty pink pair of sandals. “Mmh, too bright.” The shoes were gone just as fast and immediately after she had a pair of green shoes with open toes. She wiggled them and felt an odd rush of pleasure build in her loins, yet it didn’t feel like she was about to pop a boner in the clerk’s face. “Hmm, this looks better but…”

“Do you have anything purple?” She piped up and blushed again, speaking softly right as David focused on something away from her for a few moments. The crane chuckled and looked at the other dragon before winking at her, as if he knew just the right shade of purple that would make her happy. Ten seconds and Janine now sported a model of sandals identical to David’s that also had his exact scale colour. She wiggled her toes, feeling the bridge between big toe and second toe rub against the sandal’s one and only attachment to the sole. “This is… very good, yes.” She stood up and took a few steps, feeling her soft paws squish around the sandal, the world beneath her separated by less than an inch of material. “Feels weird but in a nice way.”

“Oh, you get used to it. Shoes are a wonderful thing, so misunderstood and often forgotten.” The crane chuckled as he looked at David, then back at her. “Say, I’ll throw in a pair for you too, fifty percent discount.” David’s attention was tickled and immediately he was holding a new pair of shoes for himself, practically identical to his older pair. “You can just use them right now, I’ll take the old ones and throw them away. Saves on boxes and lets you free to carry other purchases. However, I think our lady customer is not quite yet ready to go around with her pair.” She nodded.

“Sure! Thank you very much.” The purple dragon was all smiles as he headed to the counter and began counting money.

“Let this remain a secret between us, ok?” Suddenly the clerk winked at her and stashed David’s old sandals in the box along with her own. His jock throbbed and swelled, giving the shoebox a quick sniff. “Do enjoy them for me too. These are prime fap material. He must have worn them every day for like, two years minimum.” The crane’s jock swelled some more as pre dribbled from it onto his own talons. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s clear you’re trying clothes for the first time just cause he’s into them. And don’t get me wrong, I am a professional, I do my job, I do it well but... I’m still made of flesh and these are… so enticing. Had you not been here and clearly into having them for yourself I’d have spent a good evening with them myself.” He chuckled again and gave Janine another wink. “He’s cute and nice, be sure to appreciate him. Few people unironically enjoy clothes for non-sexual reasons.”

“I will.” She thanked him from the bottom of her heart as her cock threatened to snap her panties and start gushing cum all over the countless pairs of shoes in front of her. As she stood up, she realized her pussy had left a wet spot on the chair and that beneath there was a rather sizeable puddle of pre. Before David could notice any of it, she grabbed his hand and dragged him out, bag in hand, her purchase and hidden gift sharing the same little unassuming box.

Their date continued with as much energy as a young couple of dragons desperate to share all parts of their lives with each other and enjoy a warm afternoon together could have, limited only by their financial availability. Another ice cream, some waffles, a quick hour-long bookstore marathon browsing comics and books and old vintage photos, several stops on benches to look at pretty flowers and talk about dumb stuff before moving onto the next topic and the next bench or chair or rock or whatever they could sit on. The minutes melted and before Janine even knew it, she’d been on that date for four hours and she’d not thought of fapping, cumming, burying her cock in someone’s ass or throat, she’d even forgotten about the sweaty sandals in her possession. Her nuts felt ungodly full yet she had no rush to whip out her now undoubtedly precum-soaked cocks and unload over someone’s face. Yet even if she felt no need to, at least mentally, her body demanded to. With a loud, lewd, attention-grabbing rip, her panties were torn to shreds by her twin shafts, her balls dropping down and swaying, covered in sweat and pre as her skirt was turned into a tent by her cocks.

“Ah, goddamn it, so-sorry David!” Janine rushed to cover herself, yet she couldn’t possibly do it with hands and arms alone, seeing as her cocks were so massive they were reaching her chin and then some. “I’m such a horny bastard…” She blushed and looked as if she’d just committed a crime. “Ugh, these won’t go down at all now, give me a second.” She lifted her shirt and removed her bra right before his eyes, her tits jiggling freely, then she pulled down her skirt down to her knees as she grabbed her cocks, pulled them close together in between her cleavage then put her shirt back on, hard nipples poking through the fabric. A moment later she remembered to pull up the skirt and not go around with her bottom half completely naked. “S-sorry again, it’s been a few hours since I’ve… cum and normally I don’t get this much time in between. My mothers are such horndogs I can’t go an hour without them sucking me off at home or trying something else.”

“I-it’s… uhm, just fine.” David blushed heavily, his own bulge swelling and starting to tear at the seams.

“I’m such a klutz, I’ve made you uncomfortable.” She sighed, looking the other way as the audience they’d gathered for the little show dispersed now that it was clear it was no act of striptease. “I’ll just… go now.” Janine made to leave and got up, but his hand caught hers. It was an odd feeling, but a good one in a sense, to hold hands. Janine blushed out of a slight moment of tenderness and not mere embarrassment of arousal, despite her cocks being buried in her cleavage still.

“It’s really fine, trust me. I’d be lying if I didn’t say my home is much the same. Hell… mine might be far more horny than yours.” He chuckled.

“Wanna bet? My moms sleep in a sixty-nine specifically to wake each other up with a sloppy blowjob every single morning.” She cocked an eyebrow and put forth her evidence for her claim to a more pervy family. “And they come to me immediately after to make out as they bounce on my cocks.”

“Not bad, not bad…” He pondered for a second. “I’ve got three mothers.” A strong start, certainly. “So I wake up with all three making out around my cock before they do rock paper scissor to see who gets the first creampie of the day.” Janine nodded, approving of their plan given that there were more herms than males in his home. “And… drumroll please… I’m what some pervs in the medical academia call a ‘bucket baby’.” David smiled and leaned back, grinning as his bulge swelled even more, ripping his crotch to the point where she could see his underwear show through the sizeable gaps. “Basically my moms all came in the same condom, did a round of rock paper scissors as always and decided to had to get knocked up with me. Normally it’d be a bucket and also done for each of the herms in the relationship but my moms decided it was far more fun to get only one pregnancy going.”

“So you’re saying you know who your mother is but not who your father is…” Janine blushed with shock. “And that…” Her cocks lurched and jumped, splattering her chin with the fattest wad of precum of the day.

“Yeah, my mom might have even gotten herself knocked up in the process. I’m not keen on doing a genetic test and neither are they.” He shrugged. “Back in the day I wanted to try and figure that out by sucking them off and try to ‘guess whose cum tasted more like dad’ but… I’ve grown to like the mystery.”

“Alright alright, you win the pervy family trophy.” She threw her hands in the air and then presented him with an invisible prize which he graciously accepted. “Seriously, I thought I was the one with the above average pervy moms. I can understand why you’d want a less… ‘in your face’ kind of lifestyle.”

“I guess that’s a good way to put it, yes…” David smiled and looked at his clothes. “Maybe I just enjoy wearing stuff.” He smiled again, this time straight at her, staring into her eyes.

“Maybe…” She closed in, drawn in by his green irises, pools of vibrant moss, her favourite colour. He closed in too, eyes refusing to close as only an inch of space was left between his and her muzzle. A voyeur whistled to entice the two young ones to start getting randy and frisky, another yelled at them to strip for the audience. Both David and Janine pulled away, blushing so fiercely their scales changed shades. The audience booed at them for not getting a striptease going. “S-so we both got weird families, yeah?”

“Y-y-yes, w-w-w-we do…” David attempted not to stare at his date’s humongous cocks, at her tits, at her massive nuts or the wonderfully saucy way her breasts hugged those spires. His bulge was so tented that the next twitch of his own length spelled the demise of his pants and underwear: with a far louder snap, his cock freed itself, a juicy, ripe and most enticing slab of dragonflesh that made people around wonder just how had he stashed it inside his pants in the first place. It slapped his chest and left a fat cockprint on his shirt, marking that one as doomed as well before throbbing to full mast, all of forty six inches long, an uncut tip hugged by its cosy hood sitting right at the top. “Uhm… I guess… I guess we’re even?” David chuckled whilst blushing heavily still. With a sigh, he reached across his thick cock and fished his nuts out of the remains of his pants, the twenty six inch wide orbs sloshing audibly, confusing everyone around even more.

“Gods you’re hung as hell…” Her mouth opened well before her brain realized what she’d said, but the damage was done, yet David only blushed a little more and shrugged.

“Yeahhh, I got some good genes. It’s really tough to put all of this inside my pants, you know? Took me years to find pants strong enough to fit and contain me.” He gave his slab of cock a nice stroke, like petting a pet, earning himself a most raunchy throb and gush of pre all over his muzzle. “I lost dozens of pants due to boners and if I concentrate, I can actually flex so hard I burst through any pair.”

“Fuck that’s hot.” Again her mouth did the work for her as her own shafts throbbed so hard they ripped both bra and shirt, leaving her with nothing but tatters and a pair of huge tits glazed in pre. “Ah damn it… ugh, you’ll have to tell me where you get your clothes cause… well…” She pointed at herself.

“Sure thing.” He extended a hand and she shook it. “Uhm, I think… want me to get you home? It’s getting late and we’re both kind of… messy? I don’t want you to think I’d take advantage of the situation to get in bed with you.” David looked at her with worry, unaware that she was not even thinking of a bed for all the things she wanted to do to him, with him, for him.

“Alright, but… next date we go shopping for some decent clothes and some extra strong pants…” She smiled and his heart did triple backflips over and over at the words ‘next’ near ‘date’, his cock shivering and gushing at the prospect of seeing her try on dozens of outfits. “… but you must show me how can this little thing…” She put a hand on his shaft and gave it a nice, long, sensual stroke from base to tip. “… can rip through pants. Got it?” He nodded with such intensity his head might fall off his neck. “Good, date’s set then.”

With a flurry of emotions, most of which foreign for both young dragons, the two left the shopping mall, Janine with her bag in hand, David with her free hand in his, both of their fronts sporting the stiffest boners of their lives, leaking so much pre that the crowd whistled in admiration. Things had happened so fast and went in such wild directions, neither she nor he knew exactly how they hadn’t ended up rutting like wild beasts in a bush behind the bus stop, yet things remained as friendly and not sexual as possible, well, given their incredible endowments throbbing right in front of their noses. David left Janine in front of her house, refraining from giving her a hug since he had no trust in himself by this point. Instead, she gave him the most pure, coy and least sexual kiss on his cheek, leaving him with the impression of her lips on his scales before her tail disappeared behind the door of her house. He left, confused, aroused beyond reason and even happier.

“Hey honey, how was the date? Did you fuck his little bubble butt?” Anita chimed in from the kitchen, her hands handling veggies for dinner with her wife kneeling behind her eating her pussy out with passion as a puddle of cum spread under their feet.

Janine did not answer, instead she marched straight towards her room, slammed the door and ripped off her clothes with unbridled need to be free of her constraints. The black-scaled dragoness moaned and opened her shoe box, immediately putting on the sandals she’d bought earlier, her paws kissing those shoes, toes hugging them as she grabbed David’s old pair. With a whine so high pitched it went through the audible spectrum, she buried her snout in his sandals and sniffed so hard her cocks throbbed but once before she came, came and came, both lengths gushing and painting her room white with such intensity that it almost hurt as she protected her treasures, licked their sweaty insoles, scraping bits of paw musk and paw sweat, imagining David to be in front of her, rubbing his feet on her snout as she worshipped his glorious body and sucked on his toes. Janine came and came and came, making love to an old pair of sweaty sandals as her mind drifted to the next date and all the possibilities that could come from it.