Futanari Notebook Ch. 25

But it was taking a toll. Ashley's plump cheeks burned, stark against the pale skin and dark lips, and her mouth opened in lingering gasps. If left unchecked, her orgasm was imminent. Carmen bit her lip and glanced around, then took Ashley's hand, leading her from the atrium.

"What?" Ashley said once they were in a secluded hallway. The brief walk took its toll, rubbing her hardening body parts against her thighs and clothes. Carmen glimpsed them and forced the surge of heat back down. This was for Ashley, the least she could do after taking the girl's wealth and sexuality. However, the sense of anticipation wouldn't be quelled.

The gothic style suited Ashley. She'd dyed her hair an oil black and used a thicker eye liner as well. Beneath her gown, she wore a sheer blouse that bore several inches of cleavage, and no bra. The amount of jiggle on her chest made no secret of that.

"How bad is it?" Carmen asked when she forced her eyes away. Her own member stirred in her panties.

"How bad is... oh, it's fine," Ashley said, though she squeaked as her trio lurched forward, "Or maybe not. To be honest, hmm, I've been struggling to sleep lately."

"It's not good to keep yourself backed up. You'll end up like you did before," Carmen said. She'd tweaked Ashley's entry as a small test, stretching the length of time she could go without cumming before it became troublesome, "When was the last time you, uh..."

"Um, two days I think? It's Friday now, and that was Wednesday, so yeah. Two days." Perhaps another hour and she'd be left helpless, erect and incapable of cumming without excessive masturbation. Or Carmen's helping hand. Even in the seconds they'd stood there, Ashley's breasts had swollen with backed up semen. Too much more and she'd lose sensitivity and start leaking.

"Okay, okay..." Carmen looked to her new watch. They had five, maybe ten minutes until the ceremony started. At her stage, Ashley might end up cumming several times if she did it herself, and she doubted the futa wanted Gretchen spreading more rumours. Everyone already believed that Ashley was gay, as was the norm among her friends. Too long, however, and people would start talking about Carmen. She couldn't bear it if that was how her mother found out.

"Let's make this quick," Carmen said and yanked up Ashley's gown. As if signalled, the plump girl's cock leapt from beneath the skirt, "Shit..." she'd forgotten how big it was. Not the size of Zoey's, but fatter, lined by angry veins and capped by a smaller head. She couldn't fit a hand around its middle, even two were forced to stretch. A twinge of fear almost pulled her back. She hadn't meant to touch it, let alone stroke or squeeze it.

Ashley sighed at her touch, leaning into the wall and undulating her hips. Her gasps turned to pleasure, building with every lap of Carmen's hands until she was moaning.

"More. Please, Carmen?" Ashley blushed and pulled her gown higher, revealing her straining top. She pulled the front down and shuddered at the slap of her freed tits, upon which two stout cocks jutted forth. Milky pre-cum already leaked from them. Without them, Carmen wouldn't hesitate. Even so, she struggled not to latch on the instant she saw them.

One hand abandoned the prime member and groped a breast. They gave under her ministrations, firming as she satiated one of her favourite pastimes. She and Stacy had cuddled in her office on several occasions, just feeling each other's breasts. Carmen's throat went dry. It always ended with her suckling from Stacy, syphoning the pent up milk into her clamouring gut. She missed the feeling of a warm teat spurting in her mouth.

Like before, she didn't realise she'd moved until it happened. Ashley mewled above her, hands on her face as if in disbelief of what she saw. And what she saw was Carmen, bowed over to reach her breast, lips puckered and cheeks convex as she suckled a dick-nipple. She switched hands to grope the other boob, stimulating all three of Ashley's cocks.

"Fuck, oh god! It never, ah!" Ashley clapped a hand over her mouth at the sound of footsteps, yet her chest rumbled with moans and squeaks escaped. Carmen didn't stop, glugging down pre-cum that tasted of milk. The steps came closer.

Cum, cum, cum, cum. Carmen urged in her head, glancing to either side in case the stranger appeared. Power sparked in her gut and raced through her body, to her hands and lips. A moment later and Ashley's moans stopped. Her eyes rolled and drool oozed down her chin and over her hands. Tremors ran through her cocks. The veins bloated and throbbed. A lurid gurgle echoed between Ashley's tits and balls.

"Cumming..." Ashley whispered, before her hands fell away and she prepared to scream her bliss for all to hear. The person was too close. They'd hear. Carmen popped free and claimed Ashley's lips, willing the girl not to scream. It worked somehow. Ashley's throat strained and her cocks all unleashed jets of cum across the floor, yet not a single cry escaped her. She gargled instead, tongue moving as if to speak, but nothing came.

Carmen ignored each spurt of semen on her gown, too worried about being discovered to care for the moment. As the climax dwindled, Ashley's mind returned and she started kissing her. On reflex, for it had to be, Carmen reciprocated. She fell into the moment, almost feeding off Ashley's afterglow through the kiss. The footsteps faded away.

"We're clear," Carmen said when she separated.

"Y-yeah," Ashley panted, her face redder than before. Sweat had formed along her scalp and dripped between her breasts. Carmen averted her gaze.

"You should go clean up. There's still about five minutes left... five minutes?" Carmen had intended for it to be quick, but she hadn't realised how fast she could make Ashley cum. She dared a glance, wondering if she could do so again. Just one orgasm had put Ashley wholly under her power, what would two or three do?

"Uh huh," Ashley nodded and put her clothes back into place, though they looked lopsided it would suffice for now. Once she was out of sight, Carmen looked to her own problem.

"Dammit, everyone will know."

"I can help there," Ryuka said, eliciting a sharp yelp, "I wasn't watching, honest."

Carmen thinned her eyes, "You were in my head, weren't you?"

The deity shrugged, "Maybe. You'll never know." I totally was though. The thought came through clearly, as if Ryuka had said the words into Carmen's ear. Oh man, that was great. Shame she didn't go further, like deepthroating the big one, or gobbling up the two nipples, ooh that'd be... Carmen shut out the words and focused on her predicament.

Kissing Ashley had been a mistake, as it put her body in the direct path of her seed. The fabric didn't absorb moisture well and left thick streaks of white, all oozing down her form and leaving gross trails in their wake.

"What's your plan?" Carmen asked, ignoring what she'd heard.

"Simple, I can make all that disappear with a snap of my fingers, but..." She paused, waiting for a prompt that never came, "You're no fun. But you've gotta do something for me."

"I'll get you some oranges, don't worry."

"No, no, I had a sack of those before I got here. I want you to use the damn book at least one more time."

"Fine," Carmen said.

Ryuka blinked at the fast response, "Uh, well... alright then." She snapped her fingers and every trace of cum was gone, even the odour, "Go on. Do it."

Carmen shook her head at the Seikogami, heading back to the gym, "You really should work on your bargaining skills. You never said when I'd have to use it. I could wait until I'm old and grey."

"Damn you," Ryuka said.

"But I'm not that cruel," Carmen said through their link as she returned to her seat. A minute later and Ashley followed suite, "I don't want to be afraid of it, so I'm gonna understand it. The more I know, the less I have to worry about."

"Oh? Who're you gonna use it on? Gretchen? The principal? Maybe your friends again?"

"I'm not sure. We'll see."

"Can't wait."