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"Honey I'm home!" The door slammed and in walked a wingless blue dragon. "You wouldn't believe the day I had." Dropping her bag in the corner she let out a big sigh. Shoes coming off, she threw those next to the bag.

"I'll be there in a sec." A voice yelled from the kitchen.

She walked into the living room and flopped onto the couch, legs outstretched. Shifting her work attire and letting out a big sigh, she could finally start to relax. Out from the adjacent kitchen walked her husband, another blue dragon just like her. Apron around his waist and not much else, he swished into the room and gave her a big kiss on her head, in between the cute little horns.

"Dinner will be ready soon." Looking down at his wife giving her a big smile. "So what's this day I hear about, my big lovely Penelope?"

"Why do those who have the least relevance to a meeting want to do the most talking?" Penelope rolled her head back on the couch, dreading to relive the memory.

"Was it the same guy again?" He asked, chuckling at her overreaction to the day's events.

"Of course." Now rolling her eyes. "I don't know why Ribald has this urge to talk. Noone is asking him anything, yet he feels the need to say any old words." She shook her fist in frustration along with clenching her jaw. "I need to setup some filter to exclude him from all other meetings."

"Some people like the sound of their own voice. Just how I like the sound of your voice." He said stroking her behind her ears. His loving smile the longer he looked at her. "You get comfortable, I'm getting dinner ready." Turning around the dragon's apron no longer hiding much seeing as it only covered the front. His thick tail sticking out, but not thick enough to hide those swinging fat nads of his.

"How much longer Ciril?" The recently returned dragon yelled out to the retreating dragon.

"Oh I'd say ten more minutes." Ciril yelled back.

"Good." Penelope said to herself. "I'm starving." Reaching for the middle of her shirt, she started undoing the buttons down the middle, each little button slightly strained by the flesh they were trying to contain. Starting from the top and going down, every part would reveal more of her tough hide, the lighter tones contrasted against her darker outer skin. Penelope had finally undone all of her buttons, letting those giant fleshy mounds gain a bit more freedom, although still covered by her immense bra. Taking off her shirt and throwing it onto the couch she attacked her next piece of clothing. The aforementioned bra was the last bastion of modesty left for her chest, the apparel restricting her poor tits from their rightful size.

Reaching back she expertly undid the claps, raised her arms and flicked the bra off onto her deposed shirt. The womanly flesh finally free to sag slightly down, reaching to GG cup sizes and capped with thick nipples as wide as her thumb. "Hello my beauties." Penelope reached down and started to massage her wondrous breasts, thinking about all the problems she had growing up with these things. Once puberty hit her small mounds grew and grew, throwing her slightly off balance and she would misjudge the distance occasionally knocking into things with her front. Sitting on the couch stretched, this was no longer a problem and she started playing with thick nipples, pinching around, stimulating her milk production.

A rumbling in her pants started, her male counterparts unsatisfied with the lack of attention. Looking down she patted the big bulge stretching out her crotch. "There, there you lot. I'll never forget about you."

Her pants were the next barrier to fall. With swift hands she unlatched the belt around her waist, unbuttoned what could be unbuttoned and unzipping her zip. It looked like someone was trying to hide a tree underneath all the clothing, her bulge sticking out, throbbing, trying to reach the breasts hanging down from her chest. With a small kick, the pants came off with the belt, her shaft now getting more excited as it sensed freedom, giving another pulse resulting in a small wet patch blooming in her underpants. Reaching down she cupped the extra large herm panties that held her bulging sack, squeezing those nads similar to what she had done with her breasts, the contents churning as its owner paid them great care. Still not satisfied her shaft gave another throb, spilling a bit more precum into her underpants, growing that wet spot even further. Putting her hands into the last piece of clothing she was wearing, she pulled them up and then over that log like shaft, revealing the foreskinned goldish shaft, still flaccid yet dribbling its white seed onto herself. Lowering the underwear further, she had to lean out and forward to get them over those giant watermelon mounds she called balls, her breasts moving down to smother the drooling shaft. With the panties now around her ankles, she pulled them off and placed them on top of the rest of her clothes. Leaning back, she could now appreciate herself on full display. Naked, sitting in the living room with her thick shaft firming up, breasts rising and falling with each breath and churning nuts overflowing the edge of the couch.

Penelope reached down and pulled the flaccid cock up in between her breasts, it resting in those giant mounds, her cumpipe winking back at her. Leaning down she started to clean the little trickles of precum from around her crown, her tongue stretching out, in and around her foreskin, making sure to clean all the liquid goodness trapped around in there. Next she moved to her cumslit, dragging her tongue over the leaky hole and being rewarded with a bit of extra cum juice from the thick length. Still unsatisfied, the blue dragon lined the tip of her tongue up with the cumslit and started to French kiss the shaft. Her tongue rolling around the inside of that thick member, sending ripples of pleasure up her body as her small organ lapped at the insides. Finally a worthwhile rope of precum shot up past the tongue and into her mouth, delivering a nice entrée for the busty herm.

She could still hear her husband organsing dinner for her in the other room and thought it best to check in on him. Planting her feet wide, she stood up and sauntered into the kitchen where the other blue was working away, stirring a pot of something. With his back to her she could see her husband's balls from behind, the large sack swaying as he hummed to himself stirring the pot on the gas stove.

"I hope it's not too much longer, otherwise I might have to make my own meal." She grinned, gripping the hardening shaft attached to her crotch. Turning around, Ciril saw the horny herm idling playing with her foreskin, her fingers only reaching halfway around its girth. Walking up to his wife, he gave her a kiss on the dribbly dragonflesh in front of him, his head barely moving down.

"A couple more minutes my love." He noticed the two mounds either side of the thick shaft were looking extra full. "It looks like my sweetie needs some milking." He licked his lips as he stared at the puffy nipples.

"I've been full all day. I didn't get a chance to drain them around lunch." Penelope waved her chest side to side, her breasts shifting and wobbling in front of the blue male. Unlatching her hand from her cock, she placed both her hands on the giant milk jugs. Walking forward, her eyes tilted down slightly as her husband was a few inches shorter than her. "Taste test?"

Ciril's mouth moved down and sucked on the thick teat, his reward a burst of dragon milk into his mouth, with some milk escaping onto his apron. "Lovely as always my dear." His eyes met hers, both of them in love with each other. "And for the palate cleanser... " He shifted his mouth down again, this time planting his mouth on the tree like shaft in front of him, tongue dancing around the cumslit and a burst of precum flowing into his mouth. With a noticeable swallow, he let out a little gasp.

"But I don't want to spoil my appetite for dinner, so this will have to wait." He said playing with her left breast and her enormous shaft, sticking four feed up from her crotch.

Pouting, Penelope was a bit disappointed. "You got me all going." Her tits were now leaking constantly, her milk forming a stream as it dribbled down to the floor. Walking over to the stove, her balls wobbling, she gripped both her nipples and started draining herself over the pot, milk gushing into red sauce below.

"Not today!" Ciril rushed over. "It's a bolognaise not a carbonara." He said laughing at the horny herm. "Drain yourself elsewhere."

"Fine." Still pouting she shifted over to the sink, now free to squeeze to her heart's content. She thought her milk would go nicely with the sauce, or maybe as a salad dressing. She imagined squeezing her tits all over her husband's food as he tried to eat. Maybe turn some into icecream and watch him devour her milky output. But her hands broke her thought train as the pressure started dropping from each grab of her boobs. The sink accepting the blasts of milk that its producer needed to get rid of. Penelope disappointed that so much had to go to waste.

Now sufficiently drained, the herm walked back over to the cooking dragon, grabbing him from behind. "I've drained one thing. But there's still something else." She pushed her crotch into his back, their balls smooshed together, her cock leaking precum all over his back.

A shiver ran up the spine of Ciril as he felt his wife's cock dripping fluids all over his back. "Ok, let me turn these off." He shifted his hands over to the stove, turning off the gas. "It's done." He said leaning back into the herm.

Those words triggered a flurry of activity from the blue herm. Untying the apron strings, she took the flimsy bit of clothing off around the male, now free to turn him around. Leaning in, she kissed him deeply, her cock spraying some precum underneath both of their muzzles encouraging the two lovers further. Breaking off the kiss, Penelope got onto her knees and placed her muzzle in front of her husband's sheath. His great tube of flesh was wider than hers. Placing her hands around the skin tight bulge, she leaned forwards and started kissing that thick sheath. The cock inside stirred as her blue tongue started ravaging his sheath's inside, letting the musk wash over her nostrils. Each lick would cause the shaft to creep out bit by bit, its gold length thickening as her tongue wouldn't stop pashing both it and its housing. Two feet of growing shaft was sticking out of the blue's sheath, but this wasn't enough for the horny herm. Placing her husband's cock onto her shoulder, she moved her hands towards the thick sheath, digging into the sheath and massaging it from the inside. Above, Ciril looked down at his wife, moaning, he encouraged her to keep going, to expose all of his flesh to the room. His wife worked expertly with her fingers, enough for a pianist to be proud as she brought out the final last foot of dragonflesh, her saliva painting the sides of it in admiration.

Her job done, she stood up, cock bobbing, flicking precum upon both of their blue bodies. Her mind filled with love for her husband as he grinned back at her. "I need your tight little ass."

Without words, the male laid flat on the table, well as much as his thick cock would allow, tail raised high for the herm of his life. Penelope approached the winking pucker of her husband and lined up her cock, its tip delivering a spurt of precum over the hole. He felt her drooling length smear her fluids all over his rear, absolutely loving the attention she gave to him. They had been married for years but the smell of her musk never got old, like a fine meal he could look forward to each day. His wife done with the outside, she started to poke her cumpipe up against his ring, letting her precum pump directly into his pucker, filling him up slowly, the fluids providing a warm sensation flowing into his body. She grinned broadly at her handy work. "All ready."

She thrusted her hips into her husband, thick cock parting the puffy tailhole, its owner moaning as he was spread, his cock firing a rope of precum over the table in pleasure. Moving forward, she drove foot after foot of dragonflesh into his backside, every inch causing her to moan and her partner to whimper. Only halfway she stopped with two feet of flesh tucked away underneath the dragon's tail, hands on her breasts she started massaging her jiggling breasts. This position reminded her of the troubled times of trying to find a lover willing to take her length, each time she was disappointed as her partners would balk at the size of her cock. Not her husband. The first time seeing it, his tailed rose faster than it had any right to, pressing up against her giant pillar, egging on the herm's libido. She knew that night she had found a keeper.

"Are you going to keep teasing me, I need my love's cock deep within me." Ciril whined out, his cock now starting up its messy business, dripping his precum over the table where they would eat each night.

"Sorry love, I was admiring your cute little ass. I can't have my baby unsatisfied can we." Shifting forward, she put the next foot of cock into her husband. His moan giving confirmation that she made the right choice. Now that she was a bit closer, Penelope could grab the thick tail half draped over her shaft and stroke the tough hide.

Ciril's mind was in heaven. His loving wife getting closer and closer to fully hilting him, her hands soft from all sticky cum shower they were both giving, stroked his tail, massaging the thick flesh. A low hum began in his throat, he loved it when she stroked his tail, how it caused the muscles to loosen up. He wanted to share his pleasure with his wife, but all he could do was turn his face to the side, and give her the best pleasure filled grin he could. Looking down she could see how her smaller husband was in heaven, his smiled plastered over her face and she loved seeing the pleasure he was in. Feeling sorry for the poor thing she decided to give him the rest of her cock. Thrusting in again, the final foot of her four tail breaking shaft was in her cute little husband. His stomach bulging out from the giant pillar spearing his rear, he flexed his muscles, gripping the thick girl cock causing a small moan to escape his wife's lips.

They could both feel the warmth of their balls touching each other, hanging low under the table, their masses churning against each other, encouraging their production to spill more and more precum out from their shafts. Penelope grabbed her husband's cheeks, squeezing down, feeling the flesh under her fingers. "I'll never get over your balls my love." She said squeezing over every bit of him that she could grab. "Their warmth is so nice." Remembering back to the first week together, each day would result in a different kink they would try out. Her favourite was letting his face lick all over her giant sack, the rough tongue constantly urging her balls to produce more and more, letting her taut orbs grow and grow until reaching into prize winning pumpkin territory. Then she would smother him, rubbing her balls all over his face, letting him lick all the sweat and precum from her hide, driving her to orgasmic heights. A giant burst of precum exploded from her shaft, filling up her husband's belly. "What caused that?" Asked the male pinned to the table with four feet of shaft in his pucker.

"Oh our first week together." Grunting, she pulled out and thrust into the male, to reinforce her point, breasts wobbling, her balls slapping against the taut sack just in front of her. Another moan escaped from the blue on the table. "Keep going ... " His face gasping out as she picked up the pace. Each thrust made Ciril whimper, his pleasure shooting through the roof as each pump caused the two warm sacks to slap, precum gushing from his overfilled rear trickling down, forming a puddle underneath the two.

Leaning down she wanted to give her husband the fuck of his life. She noticed his tail starting to twitch, suggested he was reaching his orgasm, the years of spending their life together gave each other a hoard of knowledge about each of their bodies. She knew how he loved the feeling of her stiff nipples rubbing over his skin, the little nubs would send him over the edge. She was constantly thrusting in and out, her giant tits reaching down lying on top of his back. Pushing down she drove her thick nipples into his back, still thrusting, causing the points to drag up and down as she pulled a foot of her shaft out and slammed it back in. His tail twitches increased as she continued, his little moans getting louder and louder, pressure building all throughout his body, but most especially his cock. His prostrate was being worked on, the feet of shaft spearing his rear driving spikes of pleasure through his body.

With a mighty roar the blue male exploded all over the table, his seed being pumped from his taut watermelon sized sack, pucker gripping and pulling the mighty herm shaft filling him, his mind in pure pleasure. The tight grips on her shaft was pulling Penelope closer and closer to orgasm, she could see the pleasure driving her husband wild and she wanted in on the action. Seconds later she mimicked her husband's roar, her shaft bursting within him, his belly bloating as thick rope after thick rope of heavy dragon cum tried its best to turn that stomach into a hot cum balloon. Minutes went by as she let her shaft empty its contents out into her cute husband. It never got old filling him up over and over, each sex session another fine memory to add to the collection. Eventually their orgasms died down, the kitchen now flooded in messy spooge, the benches doused, the drawers dripping, but dinner fortunately covered up. Although a bit of extra cum to go with her main meal was certainly no turn off.

Pulling out of Ciril, Penelope heard the wet splatter of gallons of seed dumping itself from the dragon's abused hole, gaping as it had just taken a shaft that looked closed to a tree in thickness. As the seed was still pouring out from him, she walked around the table, her cock still erect and spurting streams of cum from its tip, and raised her tail up in front of her husband's face. "There's still one more thing to satisfy my love."

He looked up and saw her winking muff, its honey leaking down her now reduced balls, his mind still fogged in post orgasm. He loved her so much. Even after filling him like a balloon she still had the foresight to let him drink from her glistening folds. Penelope started sitting on her husband's face, while lining her slit up with his face. He wanted to keep his eyes open as his wife's folds got closer and closer, loving the sight he was seeing, his tongue hanging out as he prepared for his starter meal. With a little squelch, his head pushed into her muff, honey flowing around his muzzle as it was swallowed up. His loved this part of their love making, the pliable folds would occasionally invade his dreams, causing him to spill his load during sleep, turning their bed into a sea of cum. However, now he had the real thing, her folds squelching from all the fluids, filling his ears with music, her musk replacing all smells exclusively with hers. Opening his mouth, he stretched his mouth causing a shout from the cunt's owner, and started aggressively licking every single bit of the tunnel he could taste. Penelope loved her husband's attention, each lick causing fiery bolts of pleasure arcing up through her folds, her cock spurting encouragingly, her lust filled mind causing her to push down deeper on the male. The licking continued for a few more seconds before she could not take any more and a second orgasm wracked her, sending yet more splashes of cum washing over the benchtop in front of her, repainting what had dripped off in the meantime, her folds clenching down on the muzzle of the male buried deep within her.

Another minute went by as her balls drained even further, each spurt from her four foot shaft slowly decreasing until it reduced to a slow trickle. Panting, she removed the dragon's muzzle from her muff and stood up, tweaking her thick nipples in satisfaction of the flood she unleashed on their kitchen tables and floor. She walked back around to where she initially started, at the rear of her husband, who was still lifted up off the table by the enormous cum dump into his belly. Pulling up a chair she sat down in front of the still leaking tailhole. She loved watching her handiwork, as did her husband. Their mutual respect for each other constantly growing over the years of talking, fucking, learning and blowing each other again and again.

"You feeling alright over there?" Penelope asked at the cum bloated dragon.

"Never better." He slowly slid himself off the table, his sack looking less taut as it had dumped itself all over the table and floor. His love for her welled up as he saw the damage she had caused to the bench tops around him.

"Come here you big loveable mess." Penelope angled her still hard shaft underneath the blue dragon now facing her. "We need some cuddle time."

Understanding what she wanted, Ciril grabbed the tree like shaft of his wife and stood up on her chair's edges. Placing the shaft underneath his abused tailhole, it easily slipped in and he lowered himself down onto the thick cock. With her cock back in him, but now facing her he could finally lean in and kiss her on the lips. They could now both enjoy their handiwork, looking over each others' shoulders and at the cum coated kitchen before them. Ciril's cock was mashed up in between his wife's breasts and his bloated belly. The thick length enticing Penelope with its leaky head, her thoughts going back to dinner as her stomach grumbled in annoyance.

"I think we're ready for dinner now." Looking down she noticed his predicament, his belly stuffed full of cum, but from the wrong end. "Well I'm ready at least. And after that I can get some dessert." She fished out his cock and gave it a slurp, getting rewarded with a burst of cum into her mouth and a moan from the dragon stuck on the end of her cock.

"I'm sure we both can." Leaning forward he brought her breast up to his mouth and suckled over it, getting similarly rewarded with a different kind of white fluid. "You provide the cream, I'll provide the topping." He said with a smirk.

"I love you."

"I love you too."