A Story With No Moral (fu/fu, m/fu, group sex)

Story by Kuroshio

(futa/futa, male/futa, group sex, gangbang, oral, fellatio, cunnilingus, rimming, creampie)

Try as I might, I couldn’t claim I was innocent, not when the whole mess started while all of us were running a train on Marcy for her birthday.

Marcy wanted it, of course. We were at her house, the day after her formal birthday party, on one of those lazy June Saturdays. The parents had some lame day trip or date weekend planned out, so Marcy, myself and five other of our futanari clique had all day ahead of us to work her holes over. Everyone was looking forward to it all week long, since Marcy had made the offer over our exclusive group chat that had the cringe-inducing name “MELLOW-D’s MEATING PLANNA.”

“Slow, slow… just let it slide on its own… mmm…” a soft sigh and  more of the first cock up sinking between her folds, like a car slowly backing into a tight spot. “Now kiss me again…”

We were mostly waiting around in the living room, a bit awkwardly if I  am honest. Marcy had brought out and inflated an air mattress in the middle of the space where the coffee table should’ve been while we sat on a wide couch that had been pushed all the way back to the wall to give them space, arranging ourselves elbow to elbow while watching. Kelly went first. She was tall and blonde and leggy, with that sort of sleek build that seemed to dominate the fashion magazines. And a thin, pretty dick, which definitely didn’t dominate the fashion mags. It was easy to describe her as hot but she was drop-dead gorgeous – at least I didn’t think so – but sort of the vague tier below, where no one would bat an eye if you called her hot but she was far more approachable than an actual hot girl. Liss-than-hot. Sub-hot, in other words. On top of that, it wasn’t as if her girlmeat was going to leave Marcy too sore for the rest of us, so she got first dibs, gripping Marcy’s ankles in her hands, way out to her side like she was holding a jump rope. Slow, lazy strokes and soft moans from both of them. It wasn’t porn sex but starting off mild was the way to go. We all knew, because we had experience in this.

“Faster, Kelly n–not that fast! Just… slower… yeah, that’s it… I love it there…”

I was third in line. Behind Becky Wu, who was getting fluffed by Melody and turning an interesting shade of red while the other futa worked with her mouth. Melody herself wasn’t on the couch. She was kneeling at one end instead and licking Becky Wu’s prick like it was a popsicle, working to have her hard and ready to pop when Kelly finished. That was the least surprising thing about our little get-together, honestly. Melody was the “goddamned hussy” among our little group, the girl my mother had extremely pointedly barred me from hanging out with, on account of her wearing the most insane shiny PVC mini-skirt and a haltertop that barely contained her tits to a neighborhood block party. She absolutely oozed the sleazy sort of sex appeal that you’d expect from a streetwalker and everything she did in life was living up to that promise, including being the fluffer for some birthday fuck party.

Their missionary position flattened out, skin-to-skin as Kelly zoomed towards her orgasm. It was clear that she wasn’t even going to pretend to hold back. No subtlety at all. Just letting her hips move like a ripple in the ocean while her pretty face stared at Marcy. She didn’t appear to mind Kelly going straight for the finish line, just soft moaning while the blonde dug in deep and growled, “I’m close… mmm-hm! Really close!”

“OK! OK! Just keep going. You can cum inside me!” Marcy’s hands were all over her own tits, big floppy things that ended in inverted pink nipples. She was red-faced and had her mouth hanging slack. There was heavy breathing, the sort that rode the edge of becoming a moan. “Cum inside me!”

On the far end of the couch, the last futa in line sat quietly but not still. We all called her Fish, on account of her lastname being Troutman, and she had her huge fucking meat bat out, whaling away at it with reverse-grip pumping that made the entire couch shake. I had no idea how she planned to keep from blowing her load all over the rest of us before her turn but Fish had almost nine inches, so maybe her going off early was actually a blessing for Marcy. Not that it was my place to say anything. If Marcy wanted to get her organs shifted around, I was the last person to recommend otherwise.

“Kelly,” Fish interjected, “If you’re done nutting, get out of her and let Becky get her turn.” I should’ve been amazed that Fish could talk normally while simultaneously working her dick over at jet speed. I wasn’t though. I knew her well enough to be jaded about it but being able to speak normally while gooning really was a talent.

“Yeah, just let me get a moment,” Kelly sounded dazed. “Her pussy is still tight around me.”

Seated between myself and Fish, Jasmine was scooted to the edge of the co

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