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“[i]Whaaat?[/i]" groaned a familiar voice. In spite of the whole situation, it made Logan's heart flutter.

“It's me. Open up. I wanna show you something."

“What is it?"

“Come on. You gotta see. Just come here."

“[i]Uggggghhh.[/i]" A few seconds later the door swung open. Behind it was Chica, Roxy's bandmate and fellow celebrity. Tall and slim, she filled out a figure that was athletic as it was robust. Her feathers were uniform white across her body. The knot on her head that she kept tied in a pink bow while performing was missing, splaying her hair out messily. Like Roxy, she wasn't wearing any makeup, leaving her short yellow beak and eyelids in their natural color. All she was wearing was a pink t-shirt that looked ready to burst around the impressive swell of her breasts. The bottom hem wafted just above her thighs, half-concealing her cunny. “What is it-?" She went quiet as soon as she saw the nude Logan. She took in his figure with dancing sapphire eyes that went wide when she saw his caged package. Her hand went to her bosom. “Oh my God. Hello. Who are you?"

“Chica, this is a new friend of mine, Logan. I thought I'd introduce him to you. Logan, Chica. Chica, Logan."

His stomach churned painfully. He felt his cock shrink into itself deeper. “Hello…"

“Hi." She gawked at his cage. His nuts were swollen in their purse, looking fit to burst. “Did you put that on him?"

“I sure did," Roxy boasted. She fell to her knees down next to him and cupped his balls with the tips of her fingers. He hissed through his teeth. “Caught him sneaking into my room to get an autograph. I thought I'd give him a little more, but it turns out his dick is the puniest little thing I've ever seen. Had to lock him up. No way a little bitty peen like this deserves to be free."

Logan agreed with her, but Chica came to his defense. “Roxy! Don't say that! He's-" She looked at his diminutive pecker and paused. “-just fine the way he is."

Roxy scoffed. “It's not just his size. I took his pants down and the guy came like a faucet. Hell, even that's being generous. Only mustered a few drops. Guy can't even cum prematurely right." Logan blushed hard. He made to cover his puny package but was blocked by Roxy's paw.

“Oh, that's not his fault," Chica reasoned. “If he's so small I don't think he could cum hard even if he tried. I think it's cute!" She bent over with her hands on her knees. Her white tail feathers sprouted above her butt gaily. “I bet the girls [i]love[/i] it."

Roxy guffawed. “No fucking way. He's a virgin. No girl would hop on a dick this small." That wasn't information he had divulged, but of course it didn't make a difference. Anyone with eyes could tell this was the closest he'd ever come to getting any pussy.

“Hush. Stop being mean." She fell to her knees and looked up at him. “I bet he wants out of that cage to prove himself, don't you?"

At this point he wasn't so sure. His tiny prick was getting him more female attention than he had ever even hoped for. The humiliation was terrible, but their inspection was an even greater turn on. “I don't think I can. My cock is really small."

That was hard to argue against. “I know, but you can still try." She looked at his cock again. He saw her confidence waver. “We can… We can try something, I think."

Roxy let go of his sack and patted his buttcheek. “You go right ahead, then. Let's see how far you can get him."

Chica smiled up at him. “Don't listen to her. I'm sure you'll do fine." She lifted her hand to his cage. “All we gotta do first is get you out of this thing."

She scooped his penis up in her fingers, and that was it for him. “[i]Hyuuuhhh~![/i]" A round of quakes rumbled his knees together as yet another orgasm ripped him apart. Globs of white slime oozed through the porthole at the end of the cage, falling right into Chica's palm. She gasped and ripped her hand away like someone who had touched a hot stove. She watched in horror as more cum dribbled to the floor below, then stopped as quickly as it started. Shame tore at his gut. “[i]Huhhh… I'm sorry… I'm sorry… Fuck…[/i]"

Chica rubbed her palm off on his thigh, nearby where Roxy had done the same to his gut. Roxy, meanwhile, was laughing her ass off. “I told you! He can't do shit!"

Chica realized what she had done and hastily tried to correct herself. “No-no-no! It's OK. I thought it was hot!" She looked up at him with a pained smile. She quite literally lied through her teeth.

“Yeah, sure you did." Roxy stood up. She leaned on his shoulder and grabbed his sack to give it a jiggle. “No, this little thing isn't gonna do shit for either of us. I say we do ourselves a favor and show him how it's really done."

They both gave her a look. “What do you mean?" Chica asked.

Roxy leaned her face down in Chica's direction. “I say we wake Monty up and show Logan here what a real cock looks like."

Logan never would've guessed that a chance to meet Monty, his second favorite band member, would have filled him with so much despair. Chica, meanwhile, lit up at the idea. “Yeah! I think we could all enjoy that." She sprung to her feet, bouncing her enormous tits in front of Logan's face. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “Come on! Let's go introduce you~" She skipped over to Monty's door, dragging the hopeless cuck along with her. He had his hand cupped over his package as if it would protect whatever dignity he still had left. With Monty the alligator about to “show him what a real cock looks like" he knew that it would be eviscerated like the rest had been.

Chica rapped on his door. “I'm comin'!" hollered a deep voice heavy with a southern draw. The door opened, revealing the towering Monty in his striped pajama pants. Logan had to look up to meet his eyes, he was so tall. He had to have been closer to seven feet than six. He was always an impressive presence on stage, but standing up close gave a much better idea of how huge he was. Shoulders broad enough to fit two Logans widthwise were laden with beefy, striated muscle. The scales covering his body were a bright spring green while the horizontal plates on his belly and chest were lemon yellow. He had arms the thickness of cannons and thighs like tree trunks. His famous red mohawk remained, albeit much more disheveled than Logan was used to seeing it.

“Whoa! Hey there, fella! Breezy out today, ain't it?" He saw his cage. “Uh oh, looks like Roxy already got her paws on ya. That's too bad." For the first time since had been caught by Roxy, Logan smiled. For as intimidating as Monty was, he had a boisterous charm to him that helped ease the mood. That didn't get rid of the fact that he was about to see his fat alligator cock. “What's your name, friend?"

“L-Logan."

“Logan? I'm Monty. I'd say 'nice to meet ya' but I think you've seen better days." That was an understatement. “I heard you girls laughing out here. Didn't think it'd be anything like this. Why you showing me this?"

Roxy stepped up to around the other side of where Chica was, trapping him between the two girls. “I caught him sneaking in my room. I made him show me his dick." She shook her head and tutted. “It was just too small. Way too small. He couldn't stop cumming either. Had to lock him up."

“Oh, dang." Monty scratched the back of his head. “Well, that sure sucks, buddy. What y'all want me to do about it?"

“We thought you could show yours and teach him what a real cock looks like~" Chica cooed. She slid her hand over Logan's nuts and gave them a friendly squeeze, making him whimper.

Monty perked at the idea. “Oh! Shoot, I can do that. You wanna see?" He tucked his thumbs into his waistband.

Logan didn't have much of a choice, yet he found himself oddly excited anyway. He nodded. “Yeah."

“Alright~" Monty pulled one of the strings on his pajamas, untying the knot. With just one casual push they came down to his ankles, revealing what Roxy had dubbed a real man's cock. Logan thought that was a lie once he saw it. Monty's pole was not the cock of a man, but a monster. It hung from the chevron of his loins like a third leg, burdened with so much girth and weight that it seemed ready to fall off of him as it was. Covered in dense, yellow skin, it hung down mere inches above Monty's knees, swaying ever so slightly. It was wound from head to hilt with a road map of thick veins. The foreskin alone looked big enough to swallow Logan's fist. The orbs hanging behind it were like ripe limes in both consistency and shape. The shallow yellow skin they hung in was stretched taut. Logan gasped instinctively. His penis shrank once again like a lowly servant in the presence of its king. Monty smirked. “Don't worry. Everyone reacts that way the first time."

“I know I did," chimed Chica. She strode through the doorway next to him. She hugged his side and rubbed her hand over his studly abs. “There isn't a man out there quite like Monty, is there?"

“No, there isn't," agreed Roxy. She left Logan for the superior man in front of her, leaning against the side opposite of Chica. She went right for his cock and hoisted it up so that it pointed at Logan. She tugged it slowly, pulling that thick foreskin on and off of his cock helmet. “I'd say he'll do a good job showing how to really treat a woman."

Monty chuckled. “Y'all be quiet. You're making me blush."

“What do you think, Logan?" Chica asked. Her forehead was resting against Monty's explosive bicep. “Isn't he something?"

Logan was mesmerized by the sight of Monty's monument. He saw it growing within Roxy's grasp, approaching a size like nothing he thought was possible. It reached its zenith and pointed at him arrogantly. Monty split a smug grin at the sight of him staring like an idiot. “Don't worry, partner. I'll show you how it's done. Just you sit back and watch." Monty fell into a squat and slid his herculean arms around the midriffs of both women. He stood up effortlessly, lifting them into the air and bending them over his shoulders. Both of them cooed their surprise and giggled. He held them aloft like sacks of dirt, sandwiching his head between their fat rumps. Roxy's tail was wagging incessantly. He nodded back into his room. “Come on. I'll show you a thing or two." He went to turn around but noticed that his pajama pants were still stuck around his ankles. He tried pulling his feet out but couldn't. “Hey partner, mind helping me out of these?"

Logan jerked to attention. “Y-yes sir!" He fell to his knees and yanked the pants off of Monty's feet one at a time. He was subjected to their hot, musty smell. He was conscious of the gargantuan cock hanging just feet above his head.

Once they were off Monty stood back on both feet. “There we go! Thanks a bundle. You, uh… You can hold on to those, I guess." Logan looked down at the pajamas crumpled in his hands. They reeked of Monty's masculinity. Not knowing where to put them, he huddled them to his chest and followed the trio inside to his room. The two girls hung by their waist down his back as he carried them to his bed. Roxy gave Logan a little finger wave before her and Chica were chucked over Monty's shoulder onto his mattress. The rest of his room was largely swamp themed. There lacked many posters of himself other than a few framed portraits on his dresser. He looked over his shoulder at Logan. He pointed at the side of the bed. “Have a seat, boy. Get a good view."

“Yes sir." Still clutching Monty's pants, he ran over to the bed and sat on the edge where Monty pointed. Monty's cock hung over it like a diving board over a pool. The two girls were struggling to get whatever clothes they still had on off of them. Once they were both nude, they got on all fours in front of his tool and submitted their worship. Roxy was on Monty's right, Chica the left which was towards Logan. Roxy grabbed the shaft by its hilt and planted a fat kiss on the flank of his glans. Chica closed her eyes and cradled his balls with one hand while her tongue slithered against his apex. Monty was content enough to stand back with his arms akimbo, watching the two girls go to work. Logan's cock was raging. Well, for its size it was. He was leaning towards them, trying to get the best look that he could. Monty noticed him and waved him over. “Come on, now. Don't be shy. Get a good look at how they do it."

Logan stood up and came closer, right next to Monty. Monty pointed to the floor. “On your knees. Watch and learn, boy." Logan obeyed. His face peered just above the top of the mattress, offering him a bottom side view of Monty's pillar. Roxy and Chica were going to town on him, lathering their glistening pink tongues across every inch that they could reach. They bumped and jostled their heads into each other, jockeying for more space. Monty chuckled. “Easy, now! Don't hurt yourself. There's enough of me to go around."

Roxy chuckled. “God, I can't help it. So fucking good," she said through humid huffs of breath. She pecked her lips down the flank of his length then buried her snout into the root of his scrotum. A deep whiff siphoned through her nostrils, flaring them. Sniiiiiiiffffffffff. “Uhhhhh, God~" she groaned.

Chica took the opportunity to engulf Monty's tip with her beak. She slid down as far as she could go, stopping only when he breached her throat. “[i]Ulk![/i]" The tip of her beak hadn't even come close to touching his pubes. All she could do was bob her head on him so that she could repeatedly impale her gullet on his cock. “[i]Ulk! Ulk! Ulk! Ulk![/i]"

It was Monty who had to put an end to their antics. “Hehe, alright. I think that's enough for now. Y'all have had your fill." He calmly backed up, retracting his dick from Chica's throat. She hacked and coughed as soon as it was free. A gobs of saliva fell from her lips and Monty's cock. He patted her on the cheek. “That's a good girl. I think you earned me first." Chica started beaming. “Hope you don't mind," he said to Roxy.

“No, not at all." She knelt upright and wiped the spit from her lips with her forearm. “I'll go second. I have an idea for Logan." She smirked down at the shivering cuck through the gap between the edge of the bed and Monty's dick.

“Alright, then." He cupped Chica's dainty chin. “How do you want me, pretty lady?"

Chica purred and adjusted so that she was on her back with her legs towards Monty. She opened them wide and splayed her cunt open with her two fingers, creating a sprawling diamond of glistening pink flesh. “How's this, big boy~?"

“Well, like that's just fine~" He grabbed onto her ankles and yanked her towards the edge of the bed, making her giggle. He grabbed his penis and flopped down on her cunt, hotdogging himself between her burning hot lips. A shiver rolled through her. He slid forward until the hilt of his shaft pressed into her flower, visualizing for Logan just how deep he would be inside of her. Monty patted the space on the bed next to him. “Hop on up here. The good view's up here." Logan followed orders eagerly, hopping onto the bed with the lock of his cage jangling against the steel.

With his audience ready, Monty grabbed his penis and brought it level with Chica's yearning pussy. The head pressed into her lips with a faint squish. Chica shuddered. “Ohh…" Monty sawed his cock up and down her flower, generating even more shivers throughout her thighs and buttocks. Her face crumpled with agony. “God… Please… Just fuck me already… Huhhhh…"

“See that, ?" Monty said. “That's what you gotta do. Make 'em beg for it. Get 'em nice and wet for ya."

“Sorry, Monty," Roxy interjected. “but I don't think he has quite the equipment to make any girl wet."

Monty chuckled. “Nah, I don't think he does." Logan absentmindedly fingered the steel cage that had swallowed his peen. In vain he tried to imagine himself with a cock like Monty's. Such fantasies withered away quickly. Clit boys like him didn't deserve big cocks like Monty's. He should've felt honored just to be allowed to look at it, let alone watch it in action.

Chica growled. “Will you just shut up and fuck me already?"

“Yeah, yeah, it's comin'," said Monty. Finally he pressed into her with enough force to gape her vulva. She tensed and whimpered. Logan watched with amazement as her meaty lips yawned around and gulped his girth. She let out a heaving sigh and began squirming. Monty pushed deeper and deeper, enveloping himself in that white hot tunnel of velvet. A faint bulge crawled up from her pussy and into her abdomen, marking where his spear had claimed her. By some miracle he came down to the balls, nestling himself in a divine cocoon of avian feminism. He groaned merrily. “Ahhhhh, that's it. That's what I like. How you farin' little birdie?"

“[i]Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~[/i]" Chica writhed and squirmed where she was. Moans escaped her at random. Her claws scraped the comforter beneath her. “Monty…"

“That's right, say my name." She followed his command to the letter once he started to fuck her in earnest, pulling his hips back and thrusting them home with a solid bap! Logan couldn't take his eyes off of Monty's cock as it vanished into her, coming out with a sheen of Chica's juices. The sound of squelching was the most gut-wrenching, even more so than her vehement moans. His balls would swing out beneath him on each backout, then crash into her ass upon the next thrust. Chica was beside herself with joy, crying out and groping the bedsheets blindly. She grabbed Logan's arm above his elbow and pulled him closer. He tried pulling away, but her grip was like a cyborg's. So long as Monty fucked her she wasn't letting go."

Roxy hatched a plan. “She wants you to touch her," she said, voice risen over the din of Chica's moaning. “Put your hand below her belly button. Feel that dick going in her." Logan looked where her lower tummy was swelling around his cock. “Yeah, right there. Feel it. Go on, don't be scared."

That was easier said than done. Laying so much as a finger on her felt off limits so long as Monty was claiming her. He looked up at the gator for his permission. Monty smirked at him. He wasn't even breathing hard. “Go ahead, boy. Feel what I'm givin' her."

Logan gathered what courage he had and brought the arm that Chica was holding down to her belly. He laid his hand flat above her vulva. He jolted at the feeling of flesh bloating against his palm, tickling it something fierce. He nearly pulled away, but was held in place both by Chica's clutch and great fascination. It was like holding onto a tesla coil, something that harbored great power but did no more than excite him. His toes curled on his feet. His skin prickled. This was the most invigorating experience he'd ever been through.

It wasn't enough for Roxy. “Think that's cool, right?" He nodded emphatically, still staring at where his hand was. “Well, why don't you get a closer look?" She shot her arm out at him and grabbed a pawful of his hair. Before he had a word to protest with she shoved his head down into Chica's belly, right where his hand was. He landed on his ear, facing Monty's crunching abs. Her feathers crowded around his nose. The cockbulge in her flesh slammed across his cheek. Her pussy broiled and squelched just in front of his face. The smell of se gurgled down his nostrils. He would've gagged if it wasn't so beautiful. He gaped his mouth over Monty's cock, simulating fellatio. “Oh! You like that don't you?" Roxy teased. “Get a taste, then!" She slid 's head down into Chica's slot, landing his gaping mouth over the hood of her cunt. He scrunched his face and fought back, only to have his lips lock themselves around her pearl.

Chica cried out. Her hand let go of Logan's arm and joined Roxy's on the back of his head. “[i]Yes! Huhhhhhh fuck! Oh God! Huhhh![/i]" She humped up into his face, further smushing him into the swamp that was her feminism. Monty's cock pistoned right past his lips, pasting it with a raunchy froth. Without any conscious control, Logan went to work, lapping his tongue across her clit. “[i]Ohhhh~! Huhhhh! Yes! God! Yes![/i]" The taste was something metallic and musty, filling the entirety of his mouth and staining his taste buds. He wanted more of it, so much more of it. He licked harder and faster, begging for Monty to pound her harder.

He was obliged duly. “Yeeeeaaah! That's it, boy! Lick that fuckin' pussy for us!" Logan followed orders zealously. His skill was marked by an ever increasing pitch and volume in Chica's voice. Finally her orgasm found her, catching all four participants off guard. Her hips bucked upwards, bouncing Logan's head off of them. Her voice trailed off into a ear wretching squeal. It was accompanied by an venomous hiss once her cunt started squirting. Fat gushes of Chica water spat from her opening, soaking the face of the boy who was clamped to it. Monty didn't help. He quickly pulled out of her and began beating her vulva with the head of his cock. [i]Bapbapbapbapbapbapbapbapbap![/i] Her fountain intensified into a geyser, splatting off of Monty's cock and Logan's wincing face.

Only when Chica was done did she finally let go of Logan's head. He whipped his head away and spit out the great amount of feminine water that had flooded his mouth. Chica rocked to and fro, holding her hands over her battered cunt. “[i]Huuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Huhhhhhhhhhhh fuck… Oh my God… Oh my God… Ohhhhhhhh…[/i]"

Monty stood back and laughed. Water dripped from the head of his penis which had yet to deliver its load. More water was sprinkled across his stomach and chest. “There we go! That's how it's done." He saw how badly drenched Logan was. “Whew! Got sprayed there, didn't ya?" He cackled. “Don't worry 'bout it. Hell, I think a lot of that was you! You oughtta be proud of yourself."

Logan didn't feel very proud. The taste of Chica's cunt was one that would never leave his throat or his memory for as long as he lived. Chica, meanwhile, came to a halt. She was splayed out on her back, panting hard. “Huhhhh, Oh God. Fuck… That was amazing~" She swung her head over and saw Logan dripping with her fluids. “Mmmm, sorry sweety. I think you made me do most of that. Good job~" With the sound of Monty's dick batting her pussy still ringing in his mind, Logan had his doubts.

Roxy bumped Chica in the shoulder. “Get up. It's my turn." Chica sat up and stood up from the bed. Her legs were rubbery and weak, requiring her to hold her arms out so that she wouldn't lose her balance as she walked. While she came around and sat behind Logan, Roxy got on all fours in front of Monty. She placed her knees far apart and curled her bushy wolf tail into the air above her. That showed off her cunt, a glistening slit of pink amidst a sea of creamy white underbelly fur. “Now, how about you fuck me good and make me cum too?" she asked Monty, swaying her backside at him.

Monty bit his lip. “Oh yeah. I think I can do that."

“Good, but first," she pointed at Logan and beckoned him over with a bend of the finger. “You come over here. You're getting the best view in the house." Heart pounding, he waddled over on his knees. She pointed her finger down to the mattress beneath her. “On your back, cuck. Get underneath me and watch how it's done." Logan's stomach clenched. His fingers began fidgeting and his penis shrank. “Don't make me wait any longer or else I'll have Monty fuck you instead." That was persuasive enough. He dropped down to the mattress and rolled onto his back. A few seconds of awkward back crawling and his face was beneath Roxy's. She watched greedily as he slithered his way below her torso. His face brushed between her hanging tits, a brief moment of heaven within a saga of hell. He slid further until he came face to face with her cunt, a venutian hot crease of wet flesh begging for love. Her bodily heat poured onto his already blushing face. He would've buried it into her himself if not for Monty's approach.

Logan saw his cock slide in from the top of his vision and collide with Roxy's quim. [i]Skwish.[/i] Roxy cooed. Her lips split open around where his helmet teased her. Yet more of her natural lubricant bled forth, slicking Monty's rod and dripping down on Logan's face. He didn't so much as blink, not when there was such a beautiful display of melding flesh in front of him. He saw every fold, every wrinkle, every vein, and every droplet in a definition he didn't think he was worthy of. Roxy couldn't take anymore teasing and seized the initiative. She grabbed Monty's penis and aimed it directly at her cavity. She brought herself back and impaled herself with a decisive squelching sound. “Ohh~" She continued going backwards until she swallowed his pole to the hilt. Her flesh quivered and tensed around him. What few veins that remained visible in his shaft swelled to the surface, ready to pulse forth whatever fluid he or Roxy demanded. There was going to be a lot, Logan knew. When it arrived, it would rain down on him with a fury he and his little clit dick could not hope to equal.

Monty flew his hips back for as long as his javelin would go then launched it forward with a devastating [i]plap![/i] The impact rang throughout Roxy's body, rolling her flesh and rattling her bones. Her head whipped back to release a guttural shout. It was followed by several more as Monty began fucking her hard, slapping those pendulous orbs against her clit. Logan held onto her midriff, if just to get another feel of Monty's power. He got it in full, as well as a shower of juice flecks that slung off of Monty's balls. Chica wasn't one to be left out. She got up close and spread Roxy's asscheeks for him. “Yeah, that's it," she cooed. “Fuck that pussy hard, Monty. How's the view down there, cuck?" Whatever kindness she had for Logan had clearly evaporated.

Logan gasped. His face shone with Roxy's fluids. “Oh God… It's so fucking good."

“I know it is. Hold on tight. They're both gonna blow sooner or later."

It was going to be sooner rather than later at the rate Monty was fucking. His cock turned into a blur. His balls would slam into Roxy's pussy and swing forward with the inertia of a wrecking ball. Roxy's voice was transcendent. “[i]UHHHHH FUCK! YES! OH GOD! HUHHHHHH! SO. FUCKING. GOOD! OHHHHH~![/i]" Monty was grunting too. He was burning every bit of his energy, drilling for a climax worthy of the lesson they were trying to teach . The end approached with a crescendo of Roxy's screams. “[i]OH FUCK. OH GOD I'M CUMMING! HUHHHHH! YES! YES!!![/i]" Monty's body received the same memo. His grunts intensified. His cadence deteriorated. The last few thrusts before he came were as deep and as hard as he could give them.

And then he blew.

“[i]HHHHHNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~!!![/i]" His balls slammed down onto her cunt, leaving nothing left of his shaft. The orbs cradled in his purse contracted into his body with the first pump, fell, then retracted with the next. The muscle running down his length throbbed powerfully enough for Logan to see it through Roxy's flesh. Through the din of growls and wails he could hear it too. [i]Squirshhh. Squirshhh. Squirshhh.[/i]

Roxy's orgasm was triggered in kind. Her abdomen collapsed into itself. Her inner thigh muscles exploded and shook, jiggling the great padding of soft flesh that surrounded them. Her voice sang as loudly as Monty's. “[i]HHHUUUUEEEEUUUGGGHHUUUUHHHHH~~~!!![/i]" While not a violent spew like Chica's, her orgasm drained itself out around Monty's cock and splashed down on Logan's face. He did not cower this time. His mouth was open and ready, catching as much of that holy water as he could. Monty pulled out abruptly, uncorking her pussy and turning the dribbling of water into a waterfall. He jerked his spurting cock and aimed it at Logan's face, blasting him with the last couple spurts he had in him. Only then did Logan wince, mostly thanks to the velocity of Monty's cum ropes.

The two lovers' orgasms came to a close, leaving them huffing and groaning. Monty's cock went limp. A single pearl of cum clung to his slit. He rubbed his cock again, letting the last few drops splat into Logan's mouth. It wasn't over for him. A horrific gurgling sound echoed out from Roxy's gaped cunt. It rose in pitch, then turned into a soggy belch once a fat slug of cum came drooling out of her hole and down to the man beneath it. Logan didn't hesitate. He gaped his mouth and lolled his tongue to catch that ghostly oil. It landed squarely on the back of his tongue, imbuing it a very heavy, masculine taste.

Roxy's head was hanging from her shoulders, watching it unfold. She laughed. “Wow… Didn't think you were [i]that[/i] pathetic. Jesus. How 'bout some more, cuck?" She sat down on his face, smothering his mouth with her sorely used pussy. His entire head vanished underneath her ass. Her haunches hugged his cranium snugly. Her tailhole tweaked on his nose. He wrapped his arms around her thighs tightly and went wild with his tongue. He slurped, licked, and gobbled every ounce of that precious seed which funneled into his maw. The warmth slithered down his gullet and settled in his tummy. His entire head was awash in Roxy's feminine stench. Amidst his greedy lapping he experienced his own orgasm, one that failed to hold so much as a match to the ones he was currently devouring. Roxy laughed, jiggling her ass cheeks on his face. “Jesus Christ. What a fucking loser. Mmmmm, he does eat pussy like a good boy, though. So long as there's a real man's cum inside it."

Monty shook his head. “Whew! Boy had an appetite. I figure that'll teach him how it's done."

“I'll say," added Chica, who crawled over towards Monty and hoisted his limp cock to her lips. She enveloped it with her beak and suckled it clean of the many fluids that had coagulated across it. Monty signaled his appreciation with a heavy sigh through his nose and a hand on her head.

At last the final drop of Monty's cum was in Logan's belly. Roxy pried her ass off of his face, revealing it to be utterly vandalized by a thickish coating of sexual product. His face was blood red, scrunched by both the raunchy tastes and smells as well as the deeply ingrained humiliation. He felt so small, worthless, pathetic. The orgasm he had just gone through only catalyzed his suffering. Roxy kicked her leg from over him and nudged his arm. “Alright, party's over, cuck. Get up and get the fuck out of here."

With a few whimpers and chokes, Logan sat up and stumbled off of the bed. Monty patted his shoulder. “Hey, no hard feelings, OK buddy? Just doin' what the ladies asked of me." Logan nodded weakly, far too exhausted to express his shame. “Alright, see ya later champ."

Chica came off of Monty's dick with a loud [i]mwop[/i]. “Yeah, see you later!" she chirped before immediately getting back to work.

Logan trudged his way out of there, trying to ignore the sound of Chica's mouth doing numbers on Monty's wet member. Roxy followed him, grinning from ear to ear. They made it back to her room where he forlornly collected his clothes and got dressed. His face was getting sticky with the cum that had been blown on it. Roxy, still nude as the day she was born, watched him silently. Her tail wagged behind her gently. “See you around, shrimp dick. Show up tomorrow night and I might unlock you, although I doubt it."

He nodded, absentmindedly licking the sauce around his lips. “Yes ma'am."

She sauntered up to him and planted a kiss on his jizz-crusted cheek. “You take care of yourself. I'll leave the front door open for you from now on. Don't go breaking into anyone else's houses, y'hear?"

He sniffled. “Yes ma'am."

“Good." She smacked his ass. “Now get the fuck out of here, cuck."

And so Logan left, reeking of his heroes' sexual aftermath. His cock remained in its cage, crusted with its own film of weak, watery jizzum. He picked the lock on the front door and walked his way outside. The cold night air chilled the cum on his face, making him shiver. With as much dignity as a little-dicked man like him could muster, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked the rest of the way home, hoping that tomorrow night would be just as amazing as this one had been.

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