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[i]How can a tongue actually do that? Can I replicate that feeling?[/i] Rixxie had been asking herself that question ever since Ezerie had pulled that little trick on her. Ezerie was between Rixxie’s legs, as she was wont to be, dining on her sex parts with typical fervor. Ezerie knew her too well, mapping out the whole of her crotch with that dexterous tongue of hers. Rixxie could do little besides hold on to the towel rack for dear life as she was pressed back against the shower wall, her body shivering through the delight of having her clit lashed upon. Among the benefits of possessing both male and female sex organs was having more to please, something Ezerie did with expert precision. She was on her knees in front of the fox, snout pressed into the slit that ran down the underside of Rixxie’s groin. Rixxie could only see the top half of Ezerie’s face framed between her crystal blue thighs, but she could more than feel everything the bottom half was doing to her.

At least that was when she was looking down at her. Most of the time Rixxie’s head would swoon backwards, her chest heaving with every moan. The tendons in her arms would bulge as her grip on the wrack tightened. She had to be muted with a towel stuffed in her teeth lest the entire dorm know what the two girls were up to. Rixxie had to fight the urge to let her mouth open and tell Ezerie just how good it felt. Ezerie could tell as much just from the amount of juice Rixxie was leaking, enough to drown the aquatic dragon. Her whole mouth and chin were soaked. Whole rivers of that liquid arousal bled down the upper slopes of Ezerie’s chest and dripped to the tiles below. The violent quivers which heaved at Rixxie’s inner thighs threatened to knock Ezerie off her saddle. She wasn’t going to let that happen, not when she had Rixxie squirming as desperately as she was.

That’s when Ezerie got freaky. That whippy dragon tongue of hers carved its way deeper into Rixxie’s girl trench. It landed on a particularly taut portal of flesh, one Ezerie recognized as Rixxie’s pee hole. Without another thought, Ezerie slipped the tip of her tongue into it. A shocked grunt ripped out of Rixxie, inadvertently encouraging Ezerie to go deeper. That she did, utilizing the full length of her tongue muscle to travel that impossibly tight urethra. Rixxie didn’t know how to react, but her body did. Everything jittered and seized, barely able to process the storm of sensations that bombarded her so spastically. Shrouding a needle of discomfort was a storm of bliss so powerful that it locked the air in her lungs. It was like the feeling of urinating amped up a hundred-fold all wrapped up in the pleasure of having her pussy eaten. She watched in mixed horror and awe as a bulge wriggled up her cock and popped out the tip in the form of Ezerie’s forked lizard tongue. Rixxie came hard as a result, as Ezerie hoped she would.

The fire had been lit, and it wasn’t ever going out. Rixxie was going to rediscover the intricacies of her sex organs, or at the very least the excretory system which was woven around it. With the urethras in her womanhood and her penis connected, there was ample room for experimentation, and she wasn’t about to leave any stone unturned. With Ezerie on a vacation with family, Rixxie was left on her own at the dorm. A quick purchase at her local sex shop later and she had the tools necessary.

Nine inches long from loop to head, the chain of urethral beads she had didn’t look like much at first glance, but knowing what they were meant for turned them into something formidable. Rixxie held them in her paws while she knelt naked and erect in her bed. She held it by the pull loop between her two fingers, letting the loose chain of beads dangle in front of her. The head bead was thicker than the rest, shaped like a lead sinker. Made of solid silicone, Rixxie shuddered to think what it would feel like in her pizzle. Whether such anticipation was out of fear or excitement she couldn’t tell.

She leaned towards her nightstand and opened the drawer. Inside was a small bottle of sex jelly which she pulled out and opened. As per the toy’s instructions, she lathered it in a caul of aromatic lube, something that would at least make the entry a little easier. She took a deep breath. “OK, here we go.” Rixxie leaned back and propped herself on one arm. With her legs spread open, she pinched her fingers around the head bead and very carefully put it against the tip of her penis. Solid silicone met taut, tender flesh. Her teeth sank into her lip when she felt her pizzle start to gape. There was a slight stinging, like her urethra was rejecting the foreign object and forbid any further intrusion. With curled toes Rixxie pushed onward, further dilating her vulnerable pee slit until it matched the breadth of the head bead and swallowed it.

Immediately her legs started to shake. “Oh my God. Holy shit.” She spoke in a hushed tone, mindful of her fellow students on the other side of the walls. That was difficult given the smorgasbord of sensations bombarding her loins. Most poignant was that needling discomfort, something like the need to urinate. It brought her back to when Ezerie had dug her tongue in there. This was more manageable, but it wouldn’t be for long. “OK. OK. Whew. Let’s keep going.” One paw held the string of beads straight out while the other maneuvered more of them into her pee tunnel. Bubble by bubble the chain started to disappear into her and those many feelings both nice and unsettling intensified. So did the shaking in her legs.

“Oh fuck. Ohhhhh God…” It wasn’t long until the juice started flowing out of her pussy. It dribbled down the inner flanks of her buttocks and dotted the sheets. Her neighboring pucker flexed and bulged with her gasps, those involuntary muscle movements clenching and tugging at the chain. However good it felt, it was still a struggle. That insurmountable need to pee was only getting worse, her thighs twitching and spasming as they tried to shut her spread legs, fighting against herself. But she couldn’t stop now, not when she’d absorbed so much of the chain, at least four inches by her guesstimate. She still had a lot to go, so she kept on truckin’.

Gradually her jaws fell apart to form an orgasmic O shape, steep gasps and shrill squeaks coming through intermittently. “[i]Huh! Huh! Ohh! Fuck… Fuck… Oh my God…[/i]” Every clench of her floor muscle was like a burst of white-hot pleasure. The chain’s texture and density on her prostate was like a chainsaw of delight. Soon her tummy was heaving in on itself. Veins started creeping around the circumference of her knot, ready to explode. Another involuntary clench would pull the chain deeper, scraping it past her spongy boy spot and eliciting more of that icy pleasure. A veritable flood of girl juices had saturated her inner thighs and buttocks, creating a sizeable wet spot which had darkened the sheets between her jiggling thighs.

“[i]Oh God. Oh fuck. Huhhh! Yes! Yes… Yes…[/i]” Her bosom heaved with every breath. The azul nipples which stood at the pinnacles of her breasts were rock hard. A destructive climax was on the brink, an event ready to throw Rixxie into a fit of hysterics. It was too much. She had to stop. The paw which guided the chain into her pizzle came off and went to her forehead. Shuddering exhales rolled out of her. She tried getting a hold on herself, but the constant trembling proved hard to get rid of with over half of that sinful sex string sticking out of her pole. Her face contorted and her teeth sank into her lip. An agonized moan seeped through her nose. “[i]Hnnnnnnnghhhhhhhhh…[/i]”

She could try and get a grip all she wanted, but her pleasure wasn’t about to go down any time soon, not so long as she was still clogged up. An attempt was made to sit up again, but her muscles were too weak. She was resigned to lying on her back while she manipulated the beads even deeper. Doing that much was difficult, but with such a rabid arousal driving her forward she was loathe to wait any longer. She pinched her fingers around the part of the chain sitting right out of her cock tip, took a deep breath, and shoved it in deeper.

“[i]Ohhhhhhhhhh, Goooooooooooood~[/i]” gurgled Rixxie, already back on the pinnacle of an epic orgasm. Her spare paw was kneading the flesh of her face as she whimpered through the delight. The discomfort of her urethra gripping such firm silicone stabbed through the full length of her cock, and yet she wanted to go deeper, deeper, deeper. There was a whole length of tract yet to be ventured through, at least not by the beads. About that much of chain remained unburied, sagging over the side of her trembling paw. [i]More. More. More.[/i] With another clench of her floor muscle she swallowed a couple more beads. Deep within the intricacies of her urinary tract she could feel the head bead, that fattest beacon of discomfort and delight, crossing over into her female shaft. The flesh grabbed at it greedily with the flex of her Kegel, and thus the chain started its journey out towards her pussy.

Now it was her feminism’s turn to feel the chain’s wrath. Rixxie’s head was thrown backwards by the bolt of lightning which zapped up her spine and bent it into an arc. Her silicone-choked penis bounced off her lower tummy, whipping the pull loop along with it. Every muscle big and small within her lower body started to join her thighs in their quaking. Her heels jostled and jabbed at the sheets, pulling folds of it whichever way they kicked. Her pussy lips and the dainty blue pucker just beneath them bulged with her epic contractions, each one heaving at the chain. Bead by bead it was sucked deeper into her cock until at least the pull loop was all that remained. At the exact same time the head bead crowned from her girl pizzle, a sensation like a bomb had gone off in her loins.

Rixxie came hard, harder than she ever had in her life. A supernova tore through her sex organs, every cell and fiber inundated with a pleasure like the hottest plasma. It spewed across her muscles, seizing every one of them and sucking the strength right out of her. Her legs spasmed out into a broad V shape. The chaotic buck and hump of her hips made her whole body bounce atop the mattress. A chest-swelling inhale brought the potential of a guttural scream but was trapped there by the lock of her diaphragm. Eyes wide, mouth agape, she could not hope to fully express the ferocity of sensations which blew across her so catastrophically.

And it wouldn’t stop. Her cock muscle fought hard to jettison its load, but that long cork of silicone would not budge. The pull loop could be seen bulging out of her cock tip with each throb but wouldn’t budge any further. Working directly against such efforts were the contractions laying siege to her girl parts. They jerked the chain at the exact same beat as her cock throbs, forming a deadlock which showed no signs of wavering either way. With the chain stuck where it was, she was left to suffer the ultimate delight of her privates constantly cumming and throbbing, that jaw-clenching agony of her pizzle being stretched still wrapped in a mind-melting glow.

The most she could do about it was moan and squeal, her breath having come back into some level of control. They came out at a squeaky falsetto, almost too high to be detectable. “[i]Hahhh! Hahhh! Hahhh! Uhhhhhh~![/i]” She looked down at her cock and saw the pool loop jammed against her cock tip. The pressure of a Vesuvian eruption lay buried beneath it, ready to free itself with appropriate vehemence once the obstruction was free. Commonsense screamed at her to remove the chain, but the dopamine saturating her brain convinced her to do otherwise. This was a rare pleasure, experienced once in a lifetime, a high to be chased and perhaps never caught. She was about to milk it for as long as she could, and after the dozenth dry fire which struck at her spasming loins it looked like that was going to be for a very long time.

At last the equilibrium was upset by the mounting pressure her ejaculation put on the chain. Very suddenly the head bead was sucked back into her girl pizzle. In one Wagnerian pull the loop sprung from her cock tip, bringing with it the rest of that sex-soaked toy. It was like a rip cord had been pulled on her prostate, an event punctuated by the head bead smashing into it like a freight train. The most guttural sound bleated out of her at the same moment the head bead dilated her cock tip and shoot out like a wine cork. It floated in the air lazily, followed immediately by a comet tail of white jizzum which rocketed in a straight line for the ceiling. It broke apart into a shotgun spray of cum pearls. They hovered mere inches from the ceiling before plummeting to the carpet, achieving enough air time to allow the second cum rope to jettison from Rixxie’s cock.

It was the purest sensation of release imaginable, that terrific ache now absent in favor of something more pleasant by several magnitudes. Her cunt also enjoyed the freedom to eject her product, that molten ivory gurgling free with each squeeze of her cavity. Joining it was the more venomous spew of her waters, a crystalline geyser which soared as high as her nut did. It fell to the floor in a graceful parabola of droplets which caught the sunlight, their plummet to the carpet ending on a drumroll of wet thuds. The two fountains of sex product would spit into the air in unison, infusing the air with their metallic smell and even ruder sounds.

Poor Rixxie had to go through it while trying to remain quiet. Behind the racket of such a noisy orgasm she had to remember that other people were around. In the middle of quaking like a mad person she was able to clamp the back of her wrist over her mouth and muffle her squeals. That was loud enough. Without that kind of cover, the entire campus would’ve known what she was up to. Perhaps some of it did. She hadn’t exactly been subtle leading up to this moment. But that was concern for a later time. Right now she was busy cumming her fucking brains out; she would’ve rather focused on that.

The flow of sex fluids died down gradually, each spurt coming weaker than the last. Soon it was but a tepid dribble from both holes, though the aftermath was everywhere. Between Rixxie’s legs a wet spot fanned out halfway to the foot of the bed. Smaller, but no less significant, was the puddle of white ichor just in front of her buttocks. It was built upon by a thickish slug which oozed from her gnarled pussy lips. More of it was whipped across her tummy and dotted across the carpet. Even more of her water was splashed elsewhere, leaving the bedroom heavy with the not-unpleasant aroma of her sex. In the center of it all was the string of beads, left abandoned on the carpet amidst the aftermath of its handiwork.

Rixxie was blind to all of that, too drunk to register anything beyond the afterglow she found herself in. Legs limp and twitchy, eyes rolled back into her skull, it looked like she would never recover. Her wrist slumped off her mouth which was held slack. Simply blinking required some amount of effort. The only thing keeping her from passing out was the sore, empty sensation which wove a path through her two tracts. Clenching her floor muscle didn’t feel as good anymore, instead making her wince and hiss through her teeth. As the rest of her body started catching up she was able to put a paw over her dearly thumping heart. A deeply satisfied smile crept up her lips. [i]Wow. Won’t Ezerie love it when I tell her about this?[/i] Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea, not when she knew Ezerie would take advantage of such a kink every chance she had. But if anyone knew how to make Rixxie feel good, it was Ezerie.

Until then, Rixxie had a hell of a mess to clean up. Once enough of her strength was back she was able to sit up and look over the damage she’d done. “Oh God…” she said, slightly horrified by what she’d done. “That’s… a lot. Jesus.”

But it wasn’t the end of it. Very suddenly a rush of heat blossomed in her loins. She gasped and looked down to see two streams of urine bubbling out both pee holes. From her cock spat a stream of clearish yellow which dribbled onto her tummy, its semi-golden droplets streaking down both slopes and tickling her with its warmth. More of it arced from her girl pizzle, this one spreading across the wet spot that was already there and enlarging it. “No! No…” A sharp clench of her floor muscle disrupted both flows but could not kill them. Even if they did, she lacked the strength to hold them shut long enough for the pressure to lay off. A shudder rolled through her. “Uhhhhhhhhhh…” The beads had taken their toll, forbidding her from stopping the two golden streams.

She tried two more times before giving up. A heavy sigh escaped her as she surrendered herself to the kind bliss of her bladder emptying itself. Before long she sat in a puddle of it, the surrounding bed sheets utterly soaked. It cooled against her underbelly fur and the inside of her thighs. The smell lingered over the mattress like a fog. The more dutiful part of her mind told her it was something else she had to clean up. The more exhausted part- that is to say every other part -told her that she could wait. Exhausted, and with her sex organs sore with joy, she slumped back onto the bed. Her head bounced, and by the time she settled she was already asleep.

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