IV: Trouble at the club

After the little incident with Vee and her boyfriend, things calmed down for about two days, tops, mostly because the lessons were about to start again and I wasn't feeling like going back, or waking up early, or walking to class, or doing anything that wasn't sleeping or even texting Mina and Nat in any way at all. I felt... sad. Of course I was: they were far from me, going on with whatever they had to do, and so did I but fucking hell I wanted to go back and hug them tightly, feel their bodies under mine, feel their heat on me. I missed that goofy fluffball more and more with each hour that went on, at least the calls and photos helped me not feel as sad. Despite that, despite my desire to jump on the first train that headed to my city and run back home on the spot, I still decided to get up in the morning and get back in class, motivated by the looming exams at the end of the semester more than my own willpower, but I know that quite a few people are in the same condition as I am and that a significant portion doesn't even get up and get on their feet. Sometimes I envy them, or rather, I envy the fact that they don't succumb to the pressure that comes from the towering debt that they have accumulated to enrol in this masterpiece of a college, though I do realize that it's a terrible thing. Still, that doesn't stop me from wanting to laze around all day or actually doing it more often than I should, just like they do.

Or just like my roommate. Yes, I too live in a two person room in one of the dorms and let me tell you, I don't know if I like that raven: she's got this air of superiority and looks at you like you're just a pebble that had wormed its way in her shoes, though as a bird, she's got no shoes but the concept applies still. When I walked in my old room for the beginning of the new semester, the day after me flooding Vee's room and completely wrecking her and her boyfriend's tailholes beyond repair (they still gape to this day by the way), I found out with great joy that Jenny, my human roommate, had gone on a... year long trip around the world. She didn't say anything, she didn't leave me a message, I was told that by this raven just as I was putting down my stuff: the girl had apparently gotten fed up with college and decided on a trip to China and India to find her true purpose in life, giving up on any course she had and just leaving. I was a little taken aback and glad to have someone new to share my college life until I realized that she was a huge insufferable ball-busting nuisance: Lan, so she was called, apparently didn't stand me or my uncommon assets in any way and never stopped complaining about me sleeping in the nude or going around without a towel or pants. I explained her why I did it, including the need to not squeeze the most sensitive parts of me inside tight clothing all day long, but she was having none of it. She hated herms with a passion for some fucking reason and god forbid I woke up with morning wood or wanted to wank one off in the bathroom or something... So now I had to go around my room with a giant towel to at least cover myself up in her constant presence because even though she complained about her insane amount of classes and things to do, she managed to still always be in that room with me and caw on and on and on for hours. It was like she was doing it on purpose or something.

Speaking of going to class, that too wasn't anything I enjoyed, not that before I could say that I loved getting up early and going in a room packed full of people that did their damned best not to follow a lesson, but now it was so much worse. With a pair of watermelons in my pants on a good day, swollen watermelons on a bad one, I could hardly fit inside one of those tiny chairs anymore. I could with some effort and even then I had to sit on the seat nearest the end of the row every time or diagonally, which was horrible thing because everyone else, when the lesson was over, would stampede out to get to another class. I didn't like it one bit and whenever I did manage to get inside a row just by myself, I still had to squeeze my sack, my legs, my backpack, all close to me and it was annoying. So, with hell in my room, hell in the classroom, I guess my prediction of having a fun year was going to be ruined far earlier than expected, but that's life I guess.

But there was one day in which I could always relax and let loose, within limits, and that day was Friday, the magnificent Friday. Why? Well, Lan always went out with her friends on that day and I had no classes, which meant that I was free to be alone in my room and not be subjected by the stares or weird looks of anyone around me. Side note: all the looking and staring that I thought I had come to love and get turned on by, that didn't really work when I was trying to be in class and following the lesson, if anything, it made it harder and getting a semi boner right in the middle of a hundred students wasn't something I wanted. It still happened on the first couple of days of classes thought... But back to my freedom day. On Friday I could toss that pesky towel on the floor and walk around naked and it was far more liberating than I ever would have thought possible, even more than when I was at home, as if the idea that she could come back and find me going against her constant demands excited me. On Friday, waking up hard under the tented sheets of my bed wasn't a bad thing at all and I could at least cradle in the feeling of having a hard-on that was worthy of that name. Jacking off was a quest these days, very few places could accommodate a large output or were private enough where leaving a mess wasn't a problem unless discovered, Vee's room was one such place of course. She didn't have the same courses as I did, but her boyfriend was free most of the time, as he was already in possess of his degree and worked in a small shop that he owned, so when I said that I wanted to unload a couple of times, he ran to her room and I railed the shit out of him until the place stank of me even more and he was sprawled on the bed with his tailhole gaping. Once or twice I had gotten to having Vee around and the threesome only ended with the room even more ruined and flooded, to the point that the two snakes themselves now had my scent permanently sticking to their bodies: they were mine, just like Mina, just like Natalie. It was one of the few joys I had at the moment, and the idea that one day I could get all of them to come together and have one massive meeting for all of my... oh god, all of my mates, because that's what they were now, that was something that riled me up to insane heights. I didn't make that decision myself, no, we actually all went and talked for a long time and well, the snakes agreed to Mina's shameless proposal. With far too much excitement I might add.

They were such size queens that they admitted their desire to fuck me as much as possible with ease and the damned hen was glad to have someone that could take me while she wasn't around to warm my cock up. They also... agreed to be a part of the relationship I had with Mina and Nat, and of course, among the four horny people around me, I was the only one not willing to just accept them. Vee was very convincing and with Jake's help, she teased and took me to a point where I couldn't do anything but say yes to them. The result? Now I have four mates in what Mina didn't hesitate to call my harem and wished me good luck with the search for another member. Of course she did, why wouldn't she? It's not like a couple of months ago I was a complete virgin and never even kissed anyone and now I had not one girlfriend but three and a man to the side who, to be honest, loved cock more than them. Less than Mina for sure but he could give her a hard time were they to meet and they were, one day, soon. In this way, the end of the first month of college for this semester saw me in my room, alone, texting in the group chat of 'Ny-Ny's harem' that Natalie had made, where they all never stopped sending nude pictures whenever they had the chance and teased me even when they weren't around to physically do so. Jake was especially good at it, dressing up in a series of feminine clothes that managed to make him look like one, despite the always out-of-place throbbing erections that he sported in his pictures. Vee told me that he had always been a little bit of a crossdresser but me coming in his life had taken him well over the edge and god did he look good in those costumes... I actually had him go around in a maid outfit the other day and he came just by acting like one. Slut didn't even begin to describe him.

"NO! I need to study..." I closed the chat and the phone, turned everything silent and put the damn machine of death and destruction in a drawer under my desk as my cock was well over past a semi hard-on and slapped against the wood. "No getting hard..." it was directed more at the culprit more than at myself as it had a mind of its own sometimes. As if to convince me further of that theory, I felt a giant glob of pre run through my length, followed by three more as they splattered out and inside the condom I wore around, making the reservoir drop a few inches lower, already full of a couple of gallons of the stuff. I did find some 'super stud' sized condoms in a sex shop and bought a few: they held on and could stretch enough to take one load of mine, even though they weren't able to fit all of me. Better than nothing, right? "I can't always get them to distract me like that. I'll have a chat with them after I finish this chapter." I had to ignore that need to stroke and get off because if I did get into it and went on with my body's insistent requests, then I'd lose the entire evening and I'd risk getting behind the schedule so I tried not to rub or do anything to further push me into that hell of pleasure and concentrate on the book I had under my eyes.

Time ticked by with the same slow pace that comes when you're studying something boring or that you're not entirely interested in and this was such a case, coupled with the need to jack off since I had been aroused but a couple hours before and I had not done anything to tend to it, it was even harder to concentrate. The condom was well over capacity by now, a large ten gallon balloon filled with clear pre that turned the room into a musky heaven of my own making, if I didn't know that I'd have to clean and spray deodorant everywhere to appease that crow from hell, I would even go as far as to say I liked this situation. If she wasn't my roommate I could forget bothering about cleaning everything to spotlessness and I could go around naked and dripping like I liked to do. Alas, that wasn't the case. The evening came and very little happened, though Lan did tell me that she wasn't going to come back until tomorrow at the latest or deep in the night at the earliest and I couldn't be any happier than that: I was getting not just the day off, but the evening too! Such a thing happened only once in a blue moon and was to be cherished.

Unfortunately, both of my lovely snakes had things to do and I couldn't bear myself to order them to come and get me off, that would be rude to say the least and I wanted them to be just as satisfied as I was with them around so I decided to spend the night watching tv and reading. Or... I could take my time and finally get around to that wank I had been putting off the whole day. My nuts ached and were swollen with a heavy cargo of pent up seed, sloshing between my legs and still growing now, but as they already reached that size where I had to spread my legs just to sit down, there was no other choice but to unload. Had Lan been here, I would have had to find a way to get into the common bathroom and try my luck there, but since she wasn't and I had a hefty reserve of extra-large condoms, well, it was a no brainer what I had to do. Under my bed I had hidden a box with my more... private of things, namely the condoms and my old dildo, the purple, two feet long monster that I had long since stopped using but that I took by sheer force of habit. I sat on the edge of my bed and took the special reserve for the special occasion, a one of a kind condom that the girl at the sex shop swore was made to withstand a god's cum output and I had yet to try it, since there were two very eager cumdumps to use every time I wanted. I tore the plastic paper and stared at the impossibly thick and wide roll of silicon in my hand and slowly, carefully pulled it back on my cock, inch by inch. The damn thing was long, almost as long as me, a good three feet of resistant barrier that was already getting filled near the tip. The excitement of being free to try on my toys was getting to me and I was hard already, my cock still dropping towards the ground under its own massive weight and my balls well below my knees already, aching to release everything I had to offer. I licked the condom and somehow I felt my tongue and the saliva through the film, and began to stroke myself, putting as much strength behind every squeeze I did. It had been a while since my hands could meet around my girth but I didn't care: I leaned down as getting my cock to stand up with that growing reservoir wasn't an option and wrapped my tits on it. I hissed as I felt my heartbeat through the silicon and the throbs of my cock at the same time and the feeling of my tits spreading and enveloping an almost two feet diameter shaft. On the floor I heard the splatters of milk and I didn't care if Lan was going to complain the day after, it just felt too good and I was going to enjoy it to the fullest.

The large ball of pre ballooned out in seconds as my strokes got faster and harder since I needed a lot of work to get off. Being so used to having a warm, moist hole to fill and wrap around me was detrimental at this point, because just my hands and tits were far too ineffective just by themselves. In a moment of pause, with my arms aching a little, going as fast as I could before I'd lose that edge I had been building up for a good ten minutes, I pulled up the many photos and videos of my mates on the laptop I had and put them on play, one after the other. Dozens of lewd videos of Mina and Natalie screwing around, licking each other, kissing, posing for me from behind that camera or the messy pictures of two snakes licking my cock clean of spunk or jumping on it as one of them recorded from the sides. The noises, the moans, the squeals of pleasure took me closer and closer to the edge and my own scent thickening was doing a great job too, filling up the air with that musky scent that I had come to love and that Lan forced me to remove every single day. Now that the room smelled just as it should have, I really let loose and raised the volume of the videos and the speed of my pumps. I pulled the condom a little closer to the tip, giving it some more room to fill up and touched the bare flesh of my cock, teasing it with long licks and nibbles right where it was the most sensitive, trying to time my release with Natalie's own in the video on the computer.

Then the door opened and a certain raven waltzed in without knocking and, as one would imagine, she looked shocked, a moment later horrified, then embarrassed and then, as per her usual, angry at me. Her hands tightened into a harmless-looking fist but her feathers puffed out to give herself that little edge and look a bit bigger than she was, it kind of worked. Her beak opened up to speak and in that moment all the build-up I had worked towards was gone, tens of minutes and a frankly sore arm, all that was for nothing. The condom was mostly full of pre, my balls ached like they had never done before and I now even had a dumb bird berating at me.

"What in the fuck are you doing?" Lan closed the door behind her and I could see that there was someone behind that very same door, someone who was clearly a man and following her. "I remember telling you that you weren't allowed to do this in my room!" I... of all the things I could do or say, all of them felt nowhere near enough to get through her skull, so I just got up and forced her back to the wall, my everything squeezed up against her, turning her into a feather sandwich between me and some painted concrete.

"And I remember that you said you weren't going to come back this evening." She blushed, maybe because she knew she was in the wrong at least partially, or because my cock was right next to her, wrapped in a condom thick enough to be used to hold industrial amounts of liquids, but big and needy enough she could feel how close I was earlier. "So forgive me, oh Queen of Nagging and complaining, but this isn't your room: I was here first, before you and I, as a person, have needs and I need to have some fucking time for myself." The door opened up a little and I could see a hint of brown muzzle peek from the slither of space between the wooden frame and the wall, only to immediately disappear and hear footsteps run somewhere down the hall. "Plus, I never brought anyone here for sex so we're even." I pulled back and grabbed the condom off my cock, now that with her presence it was softening up and tied the damn thing.

"I... he's my boyfriend! I have a right to be with him in my bed!"

"And I have a girlfriend and a boyfriend as well, so what? Am I now allowed to have threesomes with them here without you complaining? Is that it?" I was more pissed off than anything, even more than what little interest I could muster for such a 'prank': the idea of her coming back from class and seeing me with two lizard whose tailholes were beyond sore and dripping on the floor was lovely, but the mere idea of her reaction turned me off on the spot. I swear this raven will make me become a monk or something if she keeps this up.

"Oh, fuck off. Now I have to go back out and find him." Lan scoffed and began messaging on her phone, avoiding the question I had made, slamming the door once again as she left.

I slumped on the bed, aching, tired, full, still coming down from the high of what would have been a great time had she not decided to exercise her rights to be a total cunt. My nuts begged me to do something but I couldn't because she was going to come back and berate at me because like hell I could get myself off in the ten minutes she'd be away, if I was so lucky to get ten minutes at all. Chances were I'd spend that much time just coming at this point. So I just... gave up, again, going to bed wrapped up in my blankets, my half hard-on still receding between my legs and my breasts squished to the side, aching just as much as the rest of me. Funnily enough, Lan came back and she had no boyfriend in tow but her brow wasn't as angry as before, which didn't stop her from glaring to me all the way till she fell asleep an hour later.

In the morning, as I woke up with a far worse mood than usual, she wasn't there and I felt like I had to thank the gods above for such a priceless gift. I had no class today but she was usually around because of course she was, what else did she had to do after all? Have a life of her own in Norway or something? Leave me alone for real? Too good even for a dream. Going to class the day after that was even worse than normal: I was counting on the weekend to get some fun and some relief but it hadn't come at all and I had even worked myself up quite a lot only to be denied everything at the very best moment, which meant that I was in quite the pinch. My pants and panties felt even tighter than normal, meaning they dug into my scales and into my balls like some devilish strand of reinforced cotton and my tits, well, leaked, more than usual. I had to wear those pads that pregnant women have and I wasn't even in their condition and to top it all off, I was horny, like, very, very horny. Being a hormonal mess worse than when I was a teen kind of made being an adult somewhat of an inconvenience: images of Mina and Natalie and Vee all pregnant and with round bellies, tits heavier than mine, all cuddling around me in a giant pile of warm bodies and happy faces with the only male in the group cosplaying as a sexy bunny trying to hide his not so small boners under a skirt three sizes too small as he served me lunch after having... nope, don't think about that... no, please... Nearly every moment of the days after the interruption of my one day of privacy was spent trying either not to get hard or not to go and find a corner in the college to rub one or two or five out. The mess that would come after was not something I was willing to take on and Vee was still unavailable for reasons unknown.

The swell of what was normally an already oversized bulge was now a third bigger and more annoying to deal with, the shape of my cock so evident the stares didn't let down any less than other days and that too, didn't help in keeping the need in check. In class I had to sit with my legs spread to allow some space to the girls below earning a few more rounds of gasps from those that hadn't seen me before and a fair few round eyes from those that were at least aware of what I looked normally. Yes, normally, it still felt... weird, to think that this (imagine me pointing at two swelling watermelons packed inside my pants and a two foot long dick bigger than my wrist to go with those that were they not in my pants would have reached my knees on a bad day) was normal. Sometimes I blamed Mina, other times I thanked her, on occasion I would wonder what would have happened had I given in to her advances and got her so pregnant she'd not be able to move. My pants threatened to tear themselves under the strain of keeping all of me inside and out of the way of everyone's eyes, well, less so than if they ruptured or something. Daddy would like it for sure, me, I don't know... Vee called just as I was outside my class heading for another lesson somewhere else in the campus. The heat of the approaching summer in the city wasn't fun these days, already bad enough for me, so I had to sit down somewhere private and unfasten my belt and shirt to let all the giggling bits a modicum of freedom and fresh air.

"Hey Vee."

"Hello Daddy, how was the weekend? Did you think of me and Jake?" At the mention of that, I could only grunt and, by the tone of the voice that came next, Vee knew that it wasn't a good kind of grunt, not the one I usually did when things got a tad too heated and she was on... "What happened?"

"Lan happened, that's what." She didn't speak, waiting obediently like the good girl that she was. I sighed and leaned back on the bench under the shade of the trees of the campus garden, class wasn't due for another hour so I had the time to talk a little. "She told me that she wouldn't come back for the day and a part of the night, so I got all fired up, I put on the videos we made the other week and took the evening for myself."

"Sounds fun. Wish I could have been there." Me too... "So?"

"Well..." another sigh. "She came back early, too early in fact and just as I was about to come. She interrupted me and then had the gall to claim she was entitled to take her boyfriend with her in the room to fuck while I cannot even rub one out. I even put on the condom for fuck's sake. Wasted ten dollars..." Vee was still very much silent for about ten seconds. "So here I am, pent up as fuck, unable to do anything because she's going to be in the room all week and probably she'll have her boyfriend with her. It sucks." From her end of the phone came a bunch of weird sounds, like it had fallen on the ground or it was being passed to someone and, funnily enough, another familiar voice came next.

"Hi, Jake here." The voice came as a surprise because, as far as I knew, Jake was working and had been working for the past... five days and couldn't be reached no matter what, not for the things I wanted to at least. "You know how Vee decided to go to a training camp for extra credits?" yeah, that was the reason why she wasn't available either, else I wouldn't have ended in the situation I was in the other day. "Well, the place is a partner of mine and I arrived here this morning to fix some equipment, imagine my surprise when I saw her strolling around with a bunch of other college students..." There was some commotion again and I guess that was Vee talking over. "Ok, I'll stop rambling... geez..." The line crackled again. "I happened to overhear what you said to Vee just now and I think I can help you."

"Are you getting your scaly ass here? Because I doubt anything else will work." He chuckled and the image of him rushing on his car to get here and then raise his tail for me on his ex-girlfriend's bed, waiting to be railed for hours made my pants feel a tad bit tighter and forced me to remove yet another button. In that moment, a bunch of guys coming straight from the gym that was nearby passed by me, laughing and being generally loud, joking about dumb stuff until they saw me, almost all of me. I didn't even try to hide myself, it would've been pointless anyways, so I gave them a nice little show, pulling my shirt lower until my nipples stood out against the fabric and most of my tits were bared. Their stares and cheers stopped as soon as I spread my legs and invited them to have a feel at what lied beneath. I saw them scuttle away, some looking back secretly to check me out, some of them just for curiosity, other, well, to compare, one or two though, they looked quite... interested. I smiled and for a moment, I spread my legs even more for those that really wanted to look, be it at my tits or at the far juicier prize. "Please tell me you're coming." Getting back into the conversation and into a more... modest appearance was a monumental task, especially since a few of the boys had very shapely behinds, perfect for grabbing and squeezing.

"Sorry Daddy... I have to work. I'll make it up when we both are back in a few days." I groaned. "But... hear me out: I know someplace where you can find some easy pickings, not that you won't have to work even if you went to any other place, you're so perfect..." his tone went from serious to dreamy for a second right there. "It's a club, not a new one but one where I usually went before I got my degree."

"I don't do clubs."

"You could try though: it's a nice place, very good music, very good drinks and all the good people go there, the really good, not those obnoxious idiots that you see normally." I wouldn't know, never went to a club before, never liked the crowd and the stares, before at least. "I swear it's a decent place to go and unload, even if you just want to dance and let out some steam, but... if you want to let out some other kinds of steam, there is always someone interested." The sultry tone almost sent me back into that spiral of lust that I had just managed to get out of. "I went there because it was near a gym and all the hunks spent the night at that place after a workout: lots of big guys that needed to unwind, mmhhh." The phone was stolen yet again but I could picture him going on some rambling about some horse he fucked or some human that got under his tail when he was drunk. The mental images were nice of course.

"Listen, Jake isn't wrong, The Venus is a nice club and it's kinda cheap but not too much so you can count on the booze and trust me when I say the clientele is amazing. We went for a foursome some time ago, met a bunch of sorority girls that went really into it and brought home two, but as he said, there are always some big hunks that you will surely hook in." I sighed. "Come on, it will be fun and you can send the pictures of your victim to all of us on the group chat. Mina already likes the idea."

"Of... of course she does." Why didn't I already know she was on it? It's not like any idea that has me doing anything doesn't pass through her evil bird brain anyways. "I don't know Vee, I'm not a club-going type of girl."

"Well, it was just a suggestion and you can always stay in your room but I doubt it will be a fun few days without us. Try to resist for just four more days and we'll be back and then... you can bet we're going to be free for you to use, no limits, no safe words, just you, us, your cock and whatever you want to do until those big balls of yours are drained and your tits are empty." Memories flooded my brain and my pants' seams popped here and there. "Miss you." As she said that, she hung up. I was left hornier than I was before, more tired for some reason and very much in need of a towel to wipe the sweat off my back and probably a new change of pants because there was a very large wet patch halfway down my leg, clearly outlining the shape of my cock. Seeing as I was beyond messy, I ran back to the dorms and got changed, only to be forced to see Lan glare at me for tossing around stained underwear and rush out again.

On the way to class I so deeply wanted to shove something down her throat and shut her up for eternity and I knew just the thing but even the thought of having sex with her was a turn-off for me, how in the seven hells she managed to get herself a man that tolerated her was a mystery worth of a show on tv. Not one I would be interested however. Anyways, having clean clothed didn't do much for the general level of horniness and constant throbbing I felt everywhere on my body and my back ached a little because, much like my nuts, there was no lizard to drain them and I wasn't one to buy pumps, as I never had the need. Maybe I'd actually buy a couple just to see. There was one nagging feeling that trumped over everything though, and that was the idea that Vee, with Mina behind her, had proposed. I did go to a club once, never told anyone and it had been horrible: all those bodies slamming into each other without end, far too costly drinks that had more ice in them than alcohol, dudes kept hitting on me with no little amount of groping and mean comments. It hadn't been nice to say the least but... things had changed hadn't they? I was older, bigger (in more ways than one to boot), I had a proper ID card this time around and well, I was bored out of my mind with the raven from hell at the dorms. Right when the teacher was in the middle of the most important part of the lesson, I decided to go, to check it out if anything and yes, I lost the explanation but who cares about that.

I spent quite a while to get dressed up, sorting through what little I had that was sexy but not too sexy, which meant taking out of the picture several of Mina's risqué items she wanted me to take, most of my comfy clothes and some other stuff along the way. The end result was... boring: a pair of decent shoes, pants and panties I hadn't yet enlarged too much thanks to the girls below getting a tad too big, a shirt that matched the padded sports-bra I bought recently and that was pretty much it. I could pass for anyone going to a regular party or just going to work without a suit, not elegant, not trashy, just... me, I guess. That was me, nuts and tits and all that jazz. In a sense, if you took out those, I was a boring old girl without much to offer, made me wonder what Mina and the others saw in me and if they only saw the most prominent parts of me. Was I just a body attached to a pair of tits? No, stop it, stop it, bad brain. No!

"Guess I really need to unload that steam uh?"

I closed the door of the room and headed out with only a phone, my wallet safely tucked in the most secure of places on the planet, i.e. between my breasts because yay for stereotypes I guess, and the key to the dorms in case I returned late. I didn't plan for that nor was I all that hopeful but it was to be considered as one of the more 'best case scenario that is too good to happen anyways'. I had to take the bus to get to the club but for once there was no crowd, since it was early in the week and it was late in the evening. That didn't stop those that were there from staring at me because every bump in the road and every sudden turn meant that every giggly bit went mad, despite the sports bra doing its damn best to hold me in place, also, and this was entirely my fault, I was spreading way too much and the few males that had the gall to look, much like the students back at the garden, didn't quite feel so big as they might have considered themselves before. I apologized in my heart for all the hopes and dreams of all the men that I encountered and made look small just by being soft. In a moment of pure altruism, I dove for the wallet and pretended to check on a few things, 'accidentally' showing a heck of a lot more cleavage than before and making my nipples stand out through the fabric. They looked positively impressed now, and much less concerned about their own crotches than before. A little gift you could say. As the bus drew to a halt for the seventeenth time and stopped, almost at the very end of the line, I hopped down with two couples that obviously had the same objective as I had and slowly made my way to The Venus. The club was out of the way from apartments or houses of any sort, in fact, as I browsed the phone, also taken from the valley of my tits for fun, I learned that it was once a storage depot for crates and was bought by a dude five years ago for nothing and repurposed for parties for his friends. People started paying to get in because it was far from prying eyes and living complexes and he made some serious cash, which only grew when food trucks began paying him for spots to sell junk to starving teens and college students. Now it was a proper club with a proper name, a real bathroom that wasn't a corner in one of the nearby stocking depots, bodyguards and even a professional DJ working there every day. The crowd outside was already rowdy and kinda drunk and caused no little amount of problems when I tried to get in and get my admission ticket the old fashioned way. There was a lot of pushing and pulling and I got my ass touched at least three times on the trip to the booth and then I had to fork out the wallet again for the joy and cat-calling of some frat boys on the other line. I could have done something to shut them up but I had called it on myself after all and so I let it slide for the moment and under the barrage of a number of invitations to do something very, very naughty with said frat boys, I entered. I could also have accepted their offers, though as much as I loved 'going at it with four people the whole night', or the concept of it, doing it with two humans who looked like they hadn't drank anything but watered down beer in the past month and a mutt that had sauce stuck in his fur, that was a tad lower than my standards. A lot lower.

Getting inside at last meant that I was blasted with the sound of the industrial-sized speakers at the other end of the main building of the club, loud techno music blared into my ears and bit by bit I was forced to go to a different side of the place where I could at least hear my own thoughts better. Coincidentally, the spot I had chosen was also the entrance to the bar and the stream of people coming and going was honestly quite tame, with most of them being all on the dance floor, if anyone still called it that way. I wasn't in the mood to dance right away and so the choice was quite clear to me: one drink or two wouldn't hurt, neither me nor my wallet. Never been one to drink much so when I was confronted with the 'menu', meaning a board with a whole lot of names and relative prices attached to them, of which I knew maybe two and only because I tried them once and didn't like them. I was going to choose something myself when someone tapped my shoulder and took my attention away from the board and directed it towards them: my eyes locked on to a very... flamboyant lizard and by that I mean extremely eye-catching, overly so in fact. The guy was about five inches shorter than me and lean, not a speck of fat but clearly not buff, though through the lights I could see a hint of abs on his chest, the most peculiar thing was that he had tattoos, glowing tattoos, made with fluorescent paint all over his arms and chest, all sorts of tribal squiggles and stuff that was pretty cool. Behind him was a group of two more guys with the same kind of tattoos on them and all of them, except for the one at the front, were staring at my tits, not even subtly.

"Hi gorgeous. Want a drink? My treat, I promise." I cocked an eyebrow and didn't respond. He smirked and handed me a glass that was in the hand of one of his 'lackeys' and forcefully shoved it in my hand. It was rude, cocky and not gonna lie, arrogant for someone who looked like he came out of some art experiment. "It's a Long Island, pretty good if you ask me." The one who he had stolen the drink from rolled his eyes but there was a hint of hope deeper inside, hope that with that lost money he could gain so much more and, again, the stare told far too much even for me to not notice. "Come on pretty, we both know no one here is enough of a man for you, hell, even I doubt I can be enough, that much I know." Oh? Little lizard knew his place. Interesting. I took a sip and I guess that was the cue for 'continue' that he was waiting for. He puffed his chest and his smile grew wider. "But there's three of us here and with that I am sure we can work something out, won't we, pretty?"

"First of all..." that caught his attention and the gaze of all three rose from my tits all the way up to my face for the first time in the whole encounter. "Don't call me pretty." He nodded, shrugging as if that didn't really matter. That gave me a few seconds to check them out a little bit: all seemed copies of each other, but that wasn't a bad thing, it only meant I was dealing with three kinda hot guys that clearly were into me and were all rather gifted, as none had bothered to wear anything that could mask what lied beneath. Had I been into guys that way I would have been all the more interested but that same attire showed me their asses and damn were they perky little bubbles, toned and perfect. The decision was made in that moment. "Second: I'm on top, you do what I say until I am satisfied." They all smiled at the same time, their excitement showing even under the low light of the club.

I took another sip and began making my way behind the boss of the little group in the crowd. I felt two hands brush against my butt and then my hips, at first tentative, shy, growing steadily more bold with each step we took away from the most dense areas and towards a very specific place I bet the lizards had used before for similar matters. The ice in the drink clinked and jingled but the sounds was still masked by the music that, thank the gods, was growing duller and quieter the farther away we were from the main building. We passed several doors and saw a number of other couples or groups of threes roaming around, men women, human and not, all mushed together in various combinations and all of them either drunk or on their way there. Some danced to smaller parties and in private rooms, others just chatted where they could hear themselves. The boss lizard led us to a separate room and made me go inside first and then closed the door: the place was cosy, nice, with a big couch covered in leather, a bucket full of ice and what looked like decent wine and on the side, a stack of large condoms. Much like their advanced they didn't even try to be subtle and I kind of liked it.

"So, pretty, how about you put that drink down and we can start the fun? You can always finish it first, we don't have anything against it and we have all the night to spend." He flashed me another toothy grin when I took one last sip and then put it on the table next to the ice bucket. "Alright..." He opened his mouth and lowered his hands towards his belt, making to unfasten it just as his friends did the same much, much faster, stopped only by the sizeable erections in their pants. I didn't allow the big man to go through it though: as soon as I put the glass down I moved and grabbed him, slamming him against the wall, pinned between a hard place and all of my tits, his chest virtually sinking into me and he liked it, as I could feel from his groin. "Eager, aren't we? I knew you were one that normal people can't satisfy."

"Oh, you have no idea." I would have kissed him had I been more drunk and he less so, the stench of booze on his breath was heavy and also, I didn't like him that much. I grabbed his pants and pulled them down like only someone with my package could do: with extreme ease and practice from years of struggles, and a few weeks of extra hard times. He pushed forward with his hips, shoving his cock on my belly and allowing me to get a hold of his ass. "Nice butt."

The lizard flashed me a cocky stare and his hands latched onto my breasts, squeezing hard enough to draw a sound from my mouth and that gave him the incentive to try his luck. His breath smelled of booze and I noticed it only when he was so close to me I could feel it on my neck, it was bad and that was probably the reason why he felt so confident, or maybe that was just how he was and the stuff was to prep himself. His cock begged for freedom just as mine did, his bulge lost in mine but he didn't seem to notice it, too focused on groping my tits and trying to unfasten the latch on my back. Failing badly. I reached behind me, casually smothering his entire head into a sea of tits and released the clip of my bra with a loud snap that echoed in the tiny room much to the pleasure of the other two who sat on the couch, naked from the waist down, pants still on but dangling on their feet and jerking off quietly at the sight of their boss lost in my tits. Both were pretty fit, not overly so but lean, though the most obvious bits to look at where the uncut lengths between their legs, under eight inches or around that size, their balls pretty big for normal males. The lizard moaned and slowly humped into my crotch. The scent of sex and lust wasn't that strong but it was getting there and the stimulation of his hands and the stares was also helping in getting me hard and ready. As he squeezed my tits and freed them from their cotton prison, biting my nipples and finding the hidden treat which he drank eagerly, swallowing large gulps each seconds till his entire chest was a milky mess and his cock was threatening to burst through his far too tight pants. The monster inside mine wasn't any less aggressive and the stain of pre on my leg was growing as it reached my knee and sneaked further beyond, the swell of my sack almost painful. I reached down and began to work with the belt and buttons of the jeans and he even helped me with it, how nice of him. Those eyes were lost in the pleasure of sucking on my tits like some big baby until he found something a tad too big and too thick to be his own cock. He groped hard, squeezed and kneaded in the hope of finding what it was and then I finally managed to fish it out: the half hard-on I sported flopped out, closer to three feet than it had been a few moments before and the musk in the air thickened on the spot just like always. He looked down and saw it and in that instant his lusty expression vanished.

"What?"

"Y-you... you've got..."

"A dick? Yeah." The look in his eyes was weird and the way he backed into the wall instead of pushing against me was very weird. I grabbed his ass again and spread it, feeling the toned muscle underneath. "Such a nice ass. Hope you brought lube dear." His pupils ballooned out and told more than words could tell me right then and there. "Oh? Were you so focused on my tits that you didn't see this?" I took my cock in my hands and stroked myself, hearty gouts of pre splattering on his probably expensive pants and shirt and the wall behind. The heat between us grew and I could feel the beats of his heart through my flesh like some kind of oversized stethoscope. "I am flattered that you like them so much but the promise still stands." He swallowed all of the saliva he had in his mouth and waited. "You're going to bottom."

"Fuck no!" The lizard pushed me back with a strength I didn't know he had and rushed out of the room, slamming the door shut and running as soon as he was out. I could hear the sounds of someone running away on the other side of the thin walls.

"Rude." I turned around and looked at the other two who were on the couch, hands still on their dicks but motionless, confused as to why their friend had run away like that just as he had gotten me to undress.

Their eyes moved from the closed door to me and then they understood: now that I was out and hard, my shaft pierced the valley of my tits, spraying pre that ran down along with the milk he had drank. They stared, jaws dropped, as I finally pulled down my pants and freed the engorged watermelons I had to stuff inside them and tossed the jeans on the floor out of my reach along with the shirt that followed a moment later. They got a good look at everything I had to offer as I stroked myself, getting ready for what was to come, slickening my cock with the heavy pre it spurted, sighing in relief after hours of imprisonment and days of lack of relief. My balls sloshed and my length throbbed far harder than usual, almost as if my body consciously worked to make up for the time spent without releasing all the pressure and I swear I could hear my sack swell under my hands, heavier and more densely packed with seed. The lizards had finally gotten the last look and fumbled with their pants, attempting to pull them up as they ran towards the door. Unfortunately for them, the same pants made them tumble on the floor and fall flat on their faces. I admit I got angry because I was promised my release and they were trying to run, how couldn't I be angry after all? So I took the key from the outside and locked the door with them still inside, with me inside. They looked a little bit scared but the lust in their eyes still hadn't vanished and their cocks were still hard and leaking on the floor. I smiled and hid the key in a crack above their reach for the moment.

"So, here how it's going to go: I will have what I was promised and that is a good time with you, your friend is gone which means less of me to share between you two." They paled, as much as a lizard covered in glowing tattoos can pale anyways. That wouldn't work at all and I wasn't about to rape some poor fuckers just because I was blue balled and had been for close to a week and a half. Mina would have known what to do. In that moment, an idea came. I smiled even more and my hands went from my cock to my tits, leaving the impossibly heavy and thick length wobbling four feet in front of me, as big as one of their scrawny thighs, dripping pints of pre every few seconds that only made the air in the room heavier and more musk laden just as I liked it. "I'll make you an offer." I grabbed my tits and squeezed, milk running between my fingertips as I kneaded and pulled my nipples. That got their attention as well as their cock's attention, both decent lengths hardening once again under my eyes. "Of you make me come and treat me well, I'll let you have all the fun you can have with my tits, you can suck, fuck, lick, anything but... I got to come first." They looked at my cock, my tits, down again, up again, pondering: on one hand, a tool several times their sizes, on the other hand, I had the rack that even some pornstars wanted to and I knew that because Mina loved to compare and try stuff while porn blared on her pc. The naughty hen always knew the right thing to do. "What will it be? Go away or have the chance to play with E cups?"

"Ok." The one on the left spoke and startled the other. "But no anal." I raised an eyebrow at his determination but the raging hard on he had, the one I had, the sheer need and desperation to come that I had for days, it was hard. On one hand, he was the cutest and had the best ass of all of them, on the other, my cock was the size of his tight and he wasn't trained at all. I could do it in a few days but that wasn't what I wanted.

"Deal." I walked and sat on the sofa, spreading my legs so that my balls could find solace and space to settle, dangling heavy in front as my shaft stood on top. "Get working. You may do whatever, I just need some fucking release." I leaned back and sighed, waiting for them to do something but the seconds passed and they were still standing like statues a few feet away. "Listen, I am being nice here, as much as I can, really, but you must hold your end of the deal or I will not hold mine and I doubt that cute ass of yours can handle me, unless you want a crash course on how to take huge dicks tonight." I realized I was not being nice at all but it had been so long and I just needed to come and they had promised, fear wasn't the best way but to get some action without having to work myself was the only way right now. They'd get their prize after I got mine after all. The first lizard took a deep breath and knelt to one side, the other taking the left. "Good boys. You can start."

It wasn't instant as I'd liked but a few moments later I felt warm hands touch my cock that weren't mine and weren't the two snakes' at the dorm and that made me shiver a little. A large gush of pre splattered on the far wall in several thick waves as their strokes grew faster and faster. One lubed me up with the same pre like I had done and the other kept stroking and attempting to encircle me with his hands but it was all in vain and they were inexperienced. It was... nice. Vee, Jake, Mina, they all knew what to do with me and Natalie had all the enthusiasm in the world but these two did not have a clue other than to do what they'd try on themselves. My scent still had room to grow in and that it did, the air so dense I could taste the sweat and musk in it, so pleasant, so powerful. The more aroused I grew the more it thickened and the more the two lizards understood just stroking wouldn't work, unless they wanted to keep that up for half an hour. Five minutes in, I felt the first tongue touch my cock and being dragged for a few inches before it was gone. I opened my eyes and saw the second lizard with his mouth closed, pupils wide as dinner plates and a weird expression on his face. A moment later he opened his mouth and tried a second lick, longer this time. His cock throbbed and spewed forth more and more pre. The first cutie looked with me as his friend licked a third, fourth, fifth time, growing bolder, faster, exploring more of my cock with enthusiasm and stroking even harder than before. He was learning and he seemed to like the taste. Maybe we had a slut in the making. I spurred him on, promising to do all sorts of things to him later and he worked even harder, bringing me closer to release.

The first lizard at long last understood and dove down as well, his licks even more desperate than the other's. I leaned back again and let them go to town for the moment. They kneaded with more passion, placing kisses on my shaft here and there, quietly snorting my scent with their noses pressed to my flesh, lapping at my cock tip and sneaking their tiny tongues under my foreskin, peeling it back to have a taste. I moaned and then heard a loud grunt as a curious nose found my balls and huffed the scent. Reflexes took hold and I grabbed a head and mushed it against my sack, grinding it on my skin, letting the overpowering musk penetrate through scale. The lizard didn't even struggle and snorted louder and louder, a tongue following the movements a second after that, lapping at the sweat and the pre that had dripped there. The other male reached for the juicier prize, not content with second hand pre and latched onto my cocktip in an attempt to swallow and suck me off. A commendable effort but a far cry from succeeding. I settled for his attempts and rewarded him when his tongue sneaked inside my urethra to get the good stuff straight from the tap. I felt so hard it almost hurt but it was also so good it paid off ten times over. One cutie for my balls, playing with the heavy cargo and the sweaty flesh, the other wrapping his entire arms around my shaft, pumping up and down, licking as if his life depended on it. Minutes passed fast and before they realized, too lost in my scent and taste, I arrived at the long awaited finishing line. I felt every vein and muscle in my body strain, my balls heaving as they sent gallons upon gallons up my shaft, bloating it and splattering on the ceiling, the walls, pooling on the floor. I had to stuff a hand in my mouth to stifle the scream of pleasure. More than week of no release, days of teasing, an entire session halted right when the time was ripe, more time spent fantasizing with an increasingly heavy load to spend, all of it was running through me, spurts so dense and powerful I feared they might have broken a wall but only bounced off the metallic plates that made them up, louder than anything else still. The music helped in masking some of the noise but the smell, the musk, so dense and powerful, that went straight through the vents and the walls and I bet people got hard on the spot. I came, hard, each shot lasting seconds before another one replaced it before the stream even had the chance to die down or slow in any way, pooling on the floor, already reaching an inch and I was still nowhere near done. The lizards rushed to the source and drank, their bellies swelling with seed, guzzling the frothy mess like good sluts, adding their meagre loads to the pool, time and time again, still stroking, still licking, even rubbing their lengths on mine for extra pleasure. When the last spurt became more of a weak dribble, I was panting, tired, relieved, everything was covered in white, most of the ceiling dripped dense globs of pure spunk and my feet swam in at least two inches of the stuff, and still my balls felt far too heavy to be tucked inside what was left of my pants after this mess began to unfold. The lights were still on and allowed me to see the dazed expression of the two walking and breathing masses of seed near the end of my cock that was hardening again under their strokes. They swallowed and fought for what was left on my shaft, stomachs sloshing with spunk.

"Good... job." They looked at me, wiping their muzzles from the white, licking their fingers clean after each wad was removed. "Good sluts get their prize." I could swear they started wagging as I said that. "Come." I opened my arms and then lifted my tits up. At first I doubted they even had any energy left, much less spunk to spend, but I was proven wrong: they rushed to my sides again, their cocks hard and dripping in both my seed, theirs and what little pre was flowing from the renewed desire. Somewhere down the line they had lost sight of the goal but now that I presented it, they weren't going to let it go. "You're free to play with the girls, you've been very good sluts and I always reward my toys." They blushed, their breath stank of seed, but that didn't stop them from grabbing their cocks and lining them with my tits: their lengths sank into my flesh, swallowed by soft and warm scales unlike any pussy they might have had in their lives, surely better than any other titjob before me. Their hands played with all the extra flesh as their balls slapped against it, pinching, tweaking my nipples, thrusting in and out. I could feel their shafts touch in the middle, soft groans echoing whenever that happened, moaning even more when I applied some pressure or grabbed their butts. "You can come." On cue with my order, they shivered and spurted their loads at the same time, incredibly powerful and bountiful shots making a mess of my breasts, strings connecting each of the girls when they pulled back and slumped on the sperm-soaked sofa. I took them under my arms and pressed their faces back onto the mess they had made, their tongues reaching for my nipples. I allowed it and sighed, their hunger draining another kind of fullness from my body at long last. Maybe no pump was needed just this time. I let some time pass and when both of them burped, satisfied by all that I had to offer, I realized the level of spunk was slowly lowering.

"Place was an industrial storage, drains were added to every room where they put liquids or dangerous stuff, dumped illegally in the sewers, place was shut down, owner bought it and made a club out of it." One of the two, which one exactly I didn't know because I had lost track who was where and they kind of looked the same, plus the tattoos didn't glow in this light, spoke and nudged at a series of grates on the floor for which I suddenly became very thankful for. The rest of the room, well, that would remain pretty messy for the time being. "What now? Can we go?" I turned my head and looked at the guy for a while.

"Do you want to?" I flashed him a grin and pressed his face deeper into my tits, smothering him in all of that soft flesh, a dream for any other guy, a reality for him and those that I loved. "I am nowhere near done as you can see and I still need a few hands to help me, plus your friend did say he booked the place for the entire night, right? Why waste the investment?" He took some personal time to think. "Hey, you two never told me your name."

"I'm Dan, he's my twin Cyril." The one whose head was in between the girls up here and coincidentally was also the one who spoke first, presented himself. Twins, huh? Quite the... interesting development that struck more than a few cords for me. "I know, brothers who fuck together, gross."

"I like it." Even the other, who was in quite the daze, stopped acting like he had kept drinking booze instead of spunk and looked up at me with a shocked expression. Cute. "I happen to have a soft spot for family who likes to spend this kind of quality time, and so does my sister." Their eyes widened even more.

"Is she... like you?"

"Adopted but she is the one that has all the fun ideas. Too bad she's not here, she'd try and find so many naughty things to do to you two." They stared at each other in silence. "Still want to go away?" They didn't even hesitate when they shook their heads and moved closer to me. Well, well, well... aren't these two quite the hornballs? Despite it all, they still looked and were, in fact, ready to go, still erect and still very much hungry for more. I didn't know if it had been me or they had already been incline to act like little sluts but I'd make the most out of it for the time being. "If one of you can go and get us drinks, I might consider giving you some other prize." As if having made them come several times in the course of one lone sitting wasn't enough, that gave them another incentive to keep going for more. Cyril got up and reached for his clothes, finding them wet and sticky of warm spunk on the floor near a drain, blushing because I doubted he brought a spare. He fumbled with the crates of stuff that were used as chairs or stacked in corners and he had just found a somewhat decent pair of pants a couple sizes too big someone had forgotten there when the door handle clicked a few times and the head of a human poked from the opening. "Yes?" The woman staring at us, three reptiles covered in more than enough spunk for a hundred humans ten times over, me still very much erect on the couch, with a naked lizard clinging to my tits and diving for another serving, blushed so much I thought she'd faint on the spot. She hurried to mutter something, disappeared and closed the door without bothering to lock it up. Probably staff concerned about the smell or the weird sounds, I don't know and don't care, the two near me did, attempting to cover themselves a minute too late in such a cute way I might have eaten them right then and there. "Go and get us something, alright? This here is ruined." I pointed at the drink and the bucket of what was once ice and the bottle, both swimming in a mini lake of seed of my own making.

"Ok." Cyril hurried to get those pants on, his hard-on still visible through the far too large clothes and rushed out, smelling of spunk and sex. No doubt he'd be the target of many keen nosed individuals out there. Left alone with me, Dan didn't quite know what to do and so I pulled him on my lap, where his bubble butt was seated right on my shaft, the perfect spot for a slut.

"So tell me, Dan... do you always like cock this much or is it just me?" He blushed heavily, attempting to look the other way. "You can tell me, I won't snitch. Tell Daddy what you like." He put on a weird expression but a few touches here and there and he was blushing again, squirming on my lap. The stimulation was getting quite pleasant. "You licked, sucked and sniffed my balls like there was no tomorrow Dan, lying won't get you anywhere, not with me anyways so just say it: are you a cock hungry slut or is it just me?" Dan fidgeted but the erection he sported didn't help him in finding any solace and the heavy musk in the air kept his brain high on sex pheromones constantly. "Again, tell me and I will give you something you will surely like."

"Oh... all... alright..." He swallowed his saliva before speaking. "I-I am bi, or... I thought I wasn't, well, I had... doubts but, after today... I guess I am..." Very well, this is good, extremely so. "And... you just have this... smell, taste... its... everything, probably."

"Did you like my tits, cock or balls more, little Dan?"

"I-I..." The blush, oh my god the blush! He looked so cute, like some cute little hatchling caught with his hands in a jar of jam. My heart melted a little. "Your balls." The voice was so low I almost missed because the music volume got higher all of a sudden but I was lucky enough to get it. He looked away.

"That so?" He might have nodded weakly and when I lifted him up, albeit with some effort because I wasn't an athlete and he wasn't small either and put him down right at the bottom of the sofa, his eyes and his nose immediately found the thing he wanted most. "Go on, it's your prize. Good sluts get their due, didn't I say that already?" Dan swallowed again but unlike the first time and definitely with more purpose, he closed his eyes and pushed his snout forward. I felt his breath first and then his snout bump into my sack, then a long and drawn-out sniff, his lungs burning with the heavier stench of all the sweat and spunk caked on it. "There we go." He opened his mouth again and started lapping, nibbling on the loose wrinkles of flesh, playing with either nut with his hands, grunting when he lifted them, sniffing and licking at will. He was getting good if anything, that tongue of his working overtime to try and cover more ground, collecting scents and tastes alike. With the extra help and the closed door, the musk was thickening once again and my cock stiffened under my hands and above the lizard tending to my sack. His snout found the crevice where it connected with my cock right as Cyril came back, panting, embarrassed, his pants still tented but with a few drinks on a tray. He saw his twin on the floor snorting ball musk and I swear I could see the spot where his shaft bulged the pants out get a little more damp and wet. "What took you so long? Your brother and I came to an agreement."

"Ah... well... the crowd got bigger while we were... you know, and I wanted to find Jamie first." Guess that's the name of the third lizard, huh, not that I care much for him. Cyril handed me my drink and then put the others on the table after, admittedly, sensually licking the damn thing clean with his tongue beforehand. "I got you the same drink as before." I took his hand and held him closer, unfastening his pants with the other and freeing his tool.

"Good job." Dan underneath moaned and I felt weak spurts of something warm and slimy hit my balls. I smiled and curled my legs so that he'd be trapped in a heaven of musk and sweat for the time being, let him have fun. "I'll ask you the same thing dearie." I took the glass and drank, the cocktail sliding down my throat, burning pleasantly. Found the one drink I liked at last. "Are you a slut or do you just like me this much?" The spurts of pre on my tits spoke far more but I wanted to hear it.

"A slut." Well... that was sudden, and decisive. He didn't falter, nor hesitated, just flat out declared his sluttiness to me like that. Only that he seemed to retract that statement, nervously looking anywhere but at me for long seconds. Someone is conflicted here... need to fix that stat. "Well, I mean... I like girls and all that but..."

"You like cocks too, just like this slut under me? You like girls who have big tits and nice butts but also big juicy cocks and sucking them off?" Just like his twin he might have nodded just a tiny bit in that moment. "And since I've got it all you just couldn't resist?"

"I mean... you did threaten to rape us if we did not do it." That made me frown heavily. The mood was so perfect and he had to just ruin it. He knew it. "I liked it and admit I behaved like a good little slut for you but you also have to admit that you've threatened us." Should I say that I never would have done it? Make excuses? Pretend it never happened? No, Daddy was needy and forceful but I wasn't a bad person. "I was almost scared you'd shove this huge slab under my tail." He crossed his arms and put on a determined face, undermined constantly by the boner that never quite stopped drenching my tits with clear pre, sending weak fumes of male arousal up my nose, almost lost in the ocean of my own.

"Alright, I apologize. What do you want me to do?" That caught Cyril off guard: he didn't expect me to apologize? What kind of person did he think I was? Mom and Dad raised me better than to be a huge dick even though appearances and roleplay might give some people other ideas. Dan once more wasn't part in the conversation, happy to sniff and lose himself in my scent and that got me thinking: the two, though twins, were slowly revealing themselves to be very different and with different interests. It was a given but Cyril was far more... level-headed even in the heavy musk than most others I knew: Mina and Vee all lost it at the first sight of my cock, Jake was even more desperate to suck and be fucked to hell and beyond, this guy though... I had been more impressed by Dan at first because the other had been so silent, unless, had I gotten the twins inverted? Was Dan the one who accepted the idea or had it been Cyril all along? "Do you want me to apologize in... some other way perhaps?" The strong face he had put on crumbled a little more and he fidgeted. Bad move for him, good signs for me. "I want to apologize to you since your brother, well, he's getting his prize right now." The grunts and groans became a tad louder as Dan humped at my balls as if they were something else, his tongue lapping at my cock looming on his head, stroking it, burying his snout against it. "Anything you wish, really. I'd feel bad if I didn't." He was a strong man in a sense, able to stand up to me like Mina did, even though he clearly had fallen for my trap and for my... many charms, just as she had done. They all do and it's just a matter of time, even Vee, with her dominant attitude, she too has softened up and raises her tail whenever I ask. Cyril looked at me, then lowered his gaze. I smiled and squeezed my tits around his cock, slowly grinding soft titflesh on a hard shaft. "Another titjob? Maybe I can suck you off at the same time."

"Iwanttofuckyou." It was spoken in a single breath and in less than a second. He blushed. Fuck me?

"You mean... properly? No BJ, no tits? Regular old sex?" He nodded and my heart sank a little. Fuck... well, uhh... that'd be my first time, the real one: I tried dildos of course, Dee liked to use them on me all the time while I railed Jake, but with a man? A live one? That was... "Fine." A promise is a promise. His cock jumped in between my tits and he smiled. Either he didn't seem me shake as I got up and moved on the couch to position myself better or he didn't let me know he did, such a gentleman. Dan grunted in displeasure underneath me and pouted before I allowed him some space in between me and the couch, wherever there was any left, since tits and cock took most of it away. Cyril flashed me a few grins as he lifted my tail. "Condom on or I will really shove mine under your tail."

The lizard paled and rushed to get a stack of golden 'large' condoms, which would have been large for anyone unless they were me or a big horse or something. He put it on but the penetration didn't come immediately: as I was on my knees on the couch, and my balls hung low under me, lavished with the attention of the other lizard, Cyril had free reign unlike any other person in the world before. I felt a finger reach for my vent and spread it, pushing an inch deep but that inch felt like so much more right then and there, a second finger joined the first and pumped in and out, drawing a weak moan from me. I felt ashamed for the first time in forever for showing such a sight but he couldn't see it as his snout pushed against my folds and lapped the fluids. In that moment it was as if years of neglect save for the occasional toy, all came crashing down on me and I felt weak, my legs and arms wobbling, threatening to utterly crush Dan in a mass of giggly bits and plump dragon burger-belly. He licked, teased, prodded, going as deep as his tongue could afford him, his fingers never stopping their onslaught at the same time. I felt his digits dig and scrape as if my entire body was only concentrating on that one spot. Was this how girls felt? How Mina and Vee felt? The toys never felt like this before... or was he just that good? He seemed to know that I was liking it and he moved faster and teased more, a different type of climax I had only maybe had three times in my life approached as he did so for long minutes. When it finally hit I bit the couch cushions and screamed, my cock throbbed and the veins running on it thickened but no flood came, only spasms, convulsions, waves of pleasure concentrated deep inside my body. It was so... different, so pleasant. It didn't last nearly as long as my normal orgasms though but when he emerged and I looked back, he was shining with pearly fluids that covered his face and panting heavily. I was a squirter? Damn... never came hard enough to experience that.

"Fuck me now." Didn't need to say much more.

The serious look he had before was gone, mine was gone as well, in the moment when his cock pushed against my vent and went inside. I felt my walls clamp down and still he moved forward, spreading me apart bit by bit until, with a wet slap, his hips slammed against my ass and stopped. I had taken toys bigger than him, two feet against his mere eight inches but god did he feel so much bigger than that. A sickly sweet smell began to waft inside my nose, light and pleasant, fighting desperately against the dense and heavy musk. That was also me, two parts fighting with each other on almost equal footing for the first time ever in my life. Cyril didn't allow me to ponder and wonder any more than that, pulling back almost until he was completely out and then slammed his shaft inside with a wet slap that made me flinch and douse Dan's head in pre. My tits swayed under my chest, back and forth with the lizard's surprisingly strong thrusts, every clap of his hips a squirt of dense milk and denser pre. Dan might have not known what was going on beyond the masses above him but he still wanted his fun, more than I had granted him, grabbing onto my nipples and pinching. That made me clamp down on the cock inside me harder, ripples travelling throughout my entire being like tidal waves, another climax approaching. I expected him to come soon but he was holding his ground, going fast with shallow pumps or slowly, grinding his cock hard and nice, as deep as possible, making me feel every vein of his tool, every movement inside me. Bit by bit my knees wobbled more and more and the normally insistent needy cock in my hands seemed to fade in the background, still there, still far too big and far too inconvenient but less so than usual, leaving some place for the novel sensation of someone slamming a whole cock inside me. Cyril spanked me on my left cheek and I growled at him: it was sudden, it was unneeded, he did it again and... fuck me twice over, I liked it and he fucking made me know he was aware of it. He spanked me again and again, it hurt a little but the pleasant contractions that caused were well worth it for the time being. Was he someone who specialized in this kind of thing? Turning big dicked girls with a passion for Daddy roleplay into meek little females? Because there was no way he wasn't some kind of sex god to me right now. Cyril came without a warning, the condom lodged deep inflating with seed even though he must have run out of the stuff long ago or should have at least. I was so close to my orgasm I felt angry and disappointed until he tore another wrap, put it on and slammed himself back home in a few seconds.

Sex god my ass... what the fuck was he?? He even felt bigger than before! No, he definitely was bigger! Not that I was complaining. Cyril's modest cock reached deeper than before and that seemed to hit the jackpot for me and I came, fluids pooling under my vent and dripping down my legs to join the buckets of cum but he didn't stop, not even when I begged and asked him to let me rest. He just kept slamming his length in and out, in and out without end, turning what had been a ten seconds-long orgasm into one that dragged well over a minute, each push a new wave, rekindled, stronger, more powerful. He hammered at my backside, spanking me, kneading my ass like it was his own by birthright, hugging my tail for support and leverage as he once again picked up speed by several notches, his hips a blur of browns and greens. The door opened as if the troubles to keep my voice, moans and everything else threatening to come out of me in check and a few onlookers and one lone staff member saw me and gasped. Cyril yelled at them to get out and they did, not before seeing a girl with a dick four feet long and nuts the size of beachballs shoved under her tail being screwed silly by a small and petite lizard. It was embarrassing and weird, it made me feel weak until the next climax hit and Cyril groaned, pumping his load inside the condom again but didn't pull out. One last spurt and my own cock came back to life as the feminine orgasm faded into the back of my mind, sending my brain into a fried mess of spurts of white seed that splattered on the far wall with enough strength behind to make the walls shake. Pump after pump of my balls turned the floor that had almost been drained into another pool of musky and sticky seed, my very flesh bulging out with every impossibly dense and long load, my voice broken for some reason. I came and came and came, the two inch deep pool now dwarfed by the massive foot that sloshed loudly and gurgled around the couch. Items not bolted down swam into the frothy mess and I begged the gods that my phone and wallet were still dry in the safe spot I had put them before. My nuts heaved so many times they started to hurt whenever another gallon was shot out of my cock and my lungs burned so much that when the last one pump ten minutes later was spent I truly slumped and smothered the poor Dan in me. His head poked from my tits a minute later while Cyril was panting on my back, chest heaving and cock at long last shrinking down, looking a little fatter than before, his nuts definitely plumper but clearly as dry. My own didn't feel anywhere as heavy as usual, even more so than when Vee did her little tricks on me and that was downright amazing. Over the course of an hour, maybe, we all managed to catch enough breath to speak, though still feeling tired and light-headed.

"I never... let a guy fuck me... before." Cyril's eyes widened and I could see concern. I rolled on my back and put the both of them on my chest, letting them use my tits as pillows. "I wasn't a virgin but, well, toys just don't hold up to you." I don't know if he felt proud or sad for me.

"Ok... glad to have been your 'first real dick'. I am pretty sure you liked it, with how loud you were." Now it was my time to look at him in shock. "Oh, yeah, you thought you were doing anything with that pillow? I think the DJ stopped playing music after a while." Oh... fuckfuckfuck... "Kidding. You were pretty loud though." He chuckled and I slapped his head hard. "Guess I earned that one."

"Yeah." I might have pouted if I had been Mina. "You were good."

"Thanks. I liked it too, not many girls like my size."

"Dude, she's got forty extra inches on you or something. Shut up."

"You shut up." I laughed because if he met Mina or Vee his jaw would drop so hard it'd outright fall off, not to mention Jake.

"You should meet my sister or my other mates, they can take me, I'm sure we can work something out with you two as well." I didn't wait for the obvious question. "Thanks to the devilish ideas of my sister, I am now part of a polyamorous relationship with... four other people, including one aggressively bisexual guy. They prefer to call it a harem though." I let that sink in in between the splatters of the cum stuck on the ceiling dropping down in the gurgling pool and down the sewers if Dan's story was correct. "Feels weird to call it that."

"So, you've got not one girlfriend, but three with one being your adopted sister and one guy?" I nodded. "And you're the big boss?" Another nod. "And they can take your size?"

"Yeah, with relative ease. Practice makes perfect and my sister, she's one horny hen. Oh, and there's another herm, a dog girl, she's quite the cute ball of fluff, but she can be a handful."

"Damn."

"So envious. Wish I had that kind of life."

"Trust me Dan, walking with this kind of equipment around isn't fun and my back hurts a lot. I'll have to pass by a massage parlour after this because my muscles are screaming in pain right now." They chuckled and soon we were all laughing together, but the pain I was feeling was real, the soft thrum of my vent, abused more in one time than it had been in twenty years. "It was nice meeting you guys." They whispered a soft 'same' before I suddenly fell asleep.

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that I wasn't on the couch of the club anymore and that I was on a bed, a proper bed, meaning one with two sets of pillows, a large queen size mattress, soft sheets, the works, not like a couch, not like the bed I had at the dorms in my room, meaning that I wasn't in my room at all. That jerked me awake and kickstarted my brain within seconds, though the brainpower to understand everything wasn't quite there yet. I looked around and saw a well-furnished bedroom, with shelves stacked with books, a wall mounted mirror that reached the ceiling, a door that led to a bathroom bigger than the room I slept in... and I had no idea how I got there in the first place.

"Ah, I see the sleeping princess is up and about." I turned my head and noticed with some surprise that one of the lizard twins was standing at the edge of the door, wearing little more than a towel around his waist. For a moment I didn't know which one he was but then I had this funny feeling in my stomach and it was like I knew.

"Cyril? Why am I here? Wait, first, where am I?"

"My place, me and Dan's to be exact, we share a part: I took the upper half, he has the lower half, split the costs, normal stuff." He smiled and helped me get out of the bed, grunting because I wasn't exactly a feather and I was still tired and cranky. "We also share the occasional guest."

"Doesn't explain why I am here." I stumbled in the bathroom and shoved myself under the shower not before I gave myself a sniff and found that I smelled bad, really bad. The water was already warm somehow. "Please enlighten me."

"You kind of fainted yesterday after you finished wrecking the place so we took you here after calling a cab and before you say anything, yes, we got your stuff from the shelf, it was still dry, seems like you knew that was going to happen, and you won't have to worry about damages because we had a chat with the owner of the place and settled the entire thing. He even paid for the room and our drinks." The owner? "You might have met him already because he was the one who hit on you."

"Wait what?" I poked my head through the curtains of the shower.

"Yep, good old Jamie was still shocked you had a dick and tried to shove it under his tail. If I wasn't so drunk or looking at your ass that hard I'd have been laughing my ass off for days."

"I'll take that as a compliment." He smiled. "Does that mean that everything that happened between us was just you being drunk?" It was just sex but it hurt a little, especially since I hadn't been the best person at the beginning.

"What? No, not at all!" Cyril's voice became all flustered all of a sudden. "You were a great lay and I really liked it because, to be really honest and sincere... after we started the whole, licking and jerking you off thing, I was conscious and fine, though the, ehm, smell, might have helped things along. I liked it and so did Dan." At that point I was done with my shower and got out, dripping wet from head to toe and Cyril didn't hide that he was staring at me, grinning. I stood in front of the lizard and stared back, seeing that his towel was showing signs of someone else being happy to see me naked again. My cock hung soft but as per usual, it was far bigger than his. "You really are something else. I can see why so many people want to be part of your harem."

"Please, don't talk about that. I am still getting used to it myself, my sister coerced them into joining and it's been torture ever since because I've got them all posting pictures of them to me on a daily basis. It's horrible when I am in class trying not to pop a boner because one was wearing a maid cosplay."

"I might be interested in seeing that one myself." He chuckled. "Can I help you dry off?" I shrugged. Cyril took a towel from the drawer under the sink and began the job, carefully and meticulously dragging it across my body and within less than a minute his sneaky little hands reached my chest and groped my tits, sliding the towel in between the girls. "So soft and nice." He hissed and squeezed, drawing spurts of milk that ran down my scales and into the sink. Those hands went all over me, reaching for my ass and groping at will, only to cross over my hips and take a good feel of the goods in front. "Jesus, how can those things still be so heavy? I swear you must have dumped hundreds of gallons in that room yesterday!" His shocked tone only helped in making the culprits stir awake and harden ever so slightly, which was when I removed him from the sensitive bits.

"Sorry dear, but I'm still tired and if you get me hard right now, I might have to ruin your bathroom too." By the look on his face and the slight smell of arousal on him, he liked the idea. "Another time and definitely after breakfast though."

"Lunch you mean, it's roughly twelve o' clock." Fuck! My lessons! Well... fine, I didn't care about that class anyways, plus I might need another shower because I still smell horrible. So much sweat and spunk yesterday... "Come, I've bought some junk food for the occasion." My stomach did a little flip of happiness right then and there.

The apartment was very nice, well lit, with several living spaces and split into two floors in which each of the twins lived, sharing a kitchen and the main living room only, the rest was private, meaning they paid the same rent but didn't have to sleep with the other, unless, as they said, there was a catch waiting in bed. Cyril had the top floor with the bigger studio for his studies and the many different projects he worked for his firm, Dan had the small indoor gym where he did therapy for patients with prosthetics and whatnot. I felt suddenly poor, dumb and young in comparison to these two who were trained professional in extremely difficult fields whereas I was still in college and had so much debt riding on my shoulders. My clothes were drying in the laundry room and no towel of his was big enough so I just waltzed around his apartment naked as I liked, a chance so rare these days I was extremely happy to take advantage of, my shaft resting on the still far too big expanse of my sack, swinging between my legs. I could see Cyril looking at me at every step I took, hunger in his eyes showing clearly as the tent still visible under his towel. He tossed that towel on the stairs, letting it fall on the floor below onto a lamp, his own package swaying pleasantly. I one upped him, putting more force into my hips and making him stare even more. Have to admit I liked giving the show to such a new and rapt spectator was a lot of fun, there was a lot of groping, squeezing, feeling, making me work hard not to get hard and shove that cute snout of his under my tail for some deep licking right then and there. He sneaked up to me on several occasions, sliding his cock in between my cheeks, rubbing, touching, I had to stop him or else the lunch would turn into a dinner because, as he noted, despite the insane night, I was always, always ready to go for another round if given some time to rest.

We reached the kitchen at long last and sat opposite to each other at the table, Cyril gave me a good portion of the food he had bought and I tore into it, giving him a good explanation for the belly I sported. He worked through his meagre share with calm, not rushing at all, a really different look from the needy slut from yesterday and the way he fucked me till I literally fainted. I liked it.

"So, what do you do in life Nyla?"

"College, but I am almost done, if things go well another year and I'll be done but not free from debt."

"Nasty little thing that one. Dan and I managed to pay it off only two years ago because I got a raise from my boss and he helped some researcher find a way to limit post operation damages for amputees by working with hundreds of patients." Again, I felt so... little. He saw that. "Don't worry, you'll be able to get rid of them, it's just a matter of time."

"I know, but if I do not do everything just right, I'll end up paying the last dollar when I'm fifty or something and I really don't want that to happen." He smiled wryly, either knowing the struggle or just because he had given up on me, both weren't all that good. Need to change the topic stat. "And how did you manage to convince your friend to not sue me for damage? I mean, I did wreck the room and I am already familiar with what happens after I lose control." My house, Vee's room, one was almost completely ruined and only saved by chance, the other was chalked up to... I honestly don't know what Vee did to fix that one specific mess. Cyril seemed to be interested in the story behind that statement but didn't pry, just yet.

"Oh, well, he was tempted to put the blame on you but we kind of told him that if he went through with it, he might have to contend in court and speak about how he ran away from you and then you proceeded to hose the entire place down with spunk. As much as I'd have loved to see that guy say those words in a formal suit and place, we suggested he just shut up and swallow his grief. Plus, all things considered, the rumours that will come up surrounding you will attract some extra customers because, who wouldn't want to see an incredible thing such as you going at it?" Smooth talker. Just as he said that, I felt something stroke my cock from underneath the table, I looked down and saw his feet slide up and down, trying to coax me into a full hard-on. He smiled, squeezing just a little bit, rubbing the healthy dose of sticky pre I shot on his toes.

"I do not enjoy rumours to be honest, so many wrong details." I stared at him. "Wouldn't it be better to just... experience things first-hand?"

"Is that a suggestion?"

"Maybe..." We both smiled, looking at each other while he kept on rubbing and stroking. Damn he had soft scales down there. "You're a real tease, you know that? If you keep going I might really take you on, this time though, your butt belongs to Daddy." He cocked an eyebrow but didn't stop doing whatever he was doing, going harder if anything.

"Well, if you insist." He jumped on the table and sat in my lap all in the span of half a second, still wearing that naughty little smile on his muzzle. "It's just fair we take turns, Daddy." Oh, that word coming from a mouth that wasn't mine were always a major turn on, or rather, they had become after weeks of hearing someone else say them in all sorts of lewd situations. "Oh, before we start..." he ground that bubbly little ass of his on my shaft, his own rubbing on the pudge of my belly. "I talked with Dan and we would like to hear more about this harem of yours. Do you accept applications by any chance?"