Chapter 12 Ris #4
She was reminded of a time at university when she and her housemates were the lucky recipients of a pledge from one of the fraternities.
All of the incoming pledges were given the task of becoming willing sex servants, ordered to live with their masters or mistresses for a full week, offering themselves on a free-use basis.
The troll was inexperienced but eager, approaching her and one of her housemates with whom he shared a class.
They’d been given no rules about to whom they had to submit, and if he didn’t find accommodations of his own, he’d explained, he risked being ousted from the pledge class, or else being forced into a less desirable situation.
She had lived with two other elves, and they made good use of the troll’s tongue for the week he lived with them.
He’d not been especially skilled, but what he lacked in knowledge he made up for in persistence.
She clearly remembered, as if it were yesterday, standing at the kitchen counter with him on his knees between her legs, riding his face, her unmade lunch spread out on the counter before her.
This human had the same relentlessness and determination. Not particularly skilled, but he wasn’t letting up.
“Remind me to tell you about the troll from college later,” she blurted out, tightening her grip on the wall handles.
Ainsley didn’t answer, but by then she had her eyes squeezed shut.
After what seemed like no time at all, she was tipping over the edge again, keening as her cunt spasmed, her clit throbbing against the human’s persistent mouth.
“Oh, come on! This is ridiculous!”
Her eyes popped open to find him watching her once more, his nose scrunched, his cock in hand.
“What?!”
“See, this is why we can’t be in a poly relationship. Playing is fine, but I already know you’d have a new boyfriend by the end of the first hour and I’ll be the recipient of pity handjobs for the rest of my life.”
Ris burst out laughing. “What are you talking about?! These people are tripping over themselves to get to your big hog!”
“I have a big dick, Nanaya, but I have a bigger heart.”
It was a relief she was still strapped into place, because she would have fallen off the wall otherwise, as she wheezed in laughter. “You are such a liar! You looked like you were enjoying that! Don't even pretend you weren’t!”
“I was! It felt great! My dick is vibrating, my balls are tight. And now I feel like I have to give a PowerPoint presentation to the class fully bricked, because it’s not getting me to the splash zone, if you know what I mean.”
“Babe, I hate to be the one to remind you of this, but you are the one who has never once been able to come from a blow job alone. I know. I’ve tried.”
“A fine time to remind me of that!”
She was laughing so hard, she was going to pee on the floor. “Do you want to leave?”
“Ohhh no, I’m not throwing in the towel that easily.
So you can go sliding home and me and my twelve-pound erection can slip in your snail trail and wind up in traction?
There we go, right back to the pity hand job from some nurse older than my mom.
No way. We’re not going down like that. I refuse. ”
“Stop! You’re going to make me choke!” The straps were the only thing keeping her upright by then, laughing so hard she’d begun to cough.
Ainsley flipped his green Oral light off, changing to the blue Anything Goes. “Wooo! C’mon, baby! Put yours on too, let’s race. I’m gonna cum down someone’s gullet if it kills me. Sound me with your tail if you’ve got it!”
Ris continued to laugh, watching him close his eyes in concentration as he was chosen by someone on the other side of the wall once more.
“When in slutty, slutty Rome,” she mumbled, straining to reach over her head, switching her own light over to blue.
She would have been happier to watch, but this was an adventure. That we know we’ll probably hate.
They’d disliked the BDSM dungeon they’d visited, both too sensitive, it was decided.
The regulars at the swingers hotel they’d discovered online had been positively geriatric and the weekend trip had felt more like visiting elderly relatives, certainly not the adventure partners they were interested in.
Much like she had discovered at the nudist resort, adventure after adventure, the idea of public sex was often more exciting than the actual act, at least for them.
Still. We have no shortage of stories to tell, if nothing else.
When Ris felt a slimy-wet drag against her inner lips, she jolted.
This didn’t feel like a cock. At least, not like any she had experienced before.
The narrow tip of whatever it was pushed through her sex-slick folds with a strange pulling sensation, and when it dragged over her swollen and still over-sensitive clit with a tug, releasing the bud of nerves with a pop, she cried out. A tentacle!
She knew the scene in Bridgeton attracted a good crowd from Cambric Creek, but she had no idea a place like this would be so populated with non-humans. Makes sense, though. Humans want to suck the weird dick anonymously, and non-humans want to sample the buffet.
She was distracted from the tentacle when Ainsley gasped beside her. His eyes had popped open, his mouth slack, his posture rigid.
“Something just sucked me up,” he croaked out. “It’s like an elephant trunk. Do they allow elephants in here?”
“I’m pretty sure they don’t.”
“Well, that’s what it feels like.” His jaw was clenched, his voice little more than a hiss, and as she watched, his eyes rolled back, clearly enjoying whatever the elephant was doing.
Ainsley threw his hands up, braced on the wall as if it were the only thing keeping him from being sucked through the hole entirely. “It’s wet. And really tight.”
“Hurry up and rename that load for the elephant so we can get out of here,” she laughed, breathing in a gasp of her own when the tentacle suckered over her clit once more.
A second slimy appendage teased at her opening, penetrating her shallowly once .
. . twice . . . Ris cried out when it pushed into her, spreading her open.
She hadn’t come here to be fucked. She didn’t especially want to be fucked by anyone but the orc beside her, but she wasn’t able to pretend the thick tentacle spearing her open didn’t feel amazing.
Whoever this was knew what they were doing.
A sucker fastened to her clit once more, but instead of pulling off completely, it moved just enough to tug.
Back and forth, back and forth, suction and friction, what had been missing from the first tongue she’d experienced.
Coupled with the slippery glide of the tentacle inside her, she knew this was a race she was going to win.
Beside her, Ainsley moaned. He was panting hard, his pent-up frustration nearing its culmination at last, and she knew from the way he grunted that he was close.
“Am I going to beat you?” she bit out, “or is this going to be a photo finish?” The tentacle inside her had increased its speed, fucking her wildly, the sloppy wet squelch of it positively indecent.
“I feel something,” Ainsley wheezed. “I-I can feel its cock, Nanaya. It’s docking me.”
She wasn’t able to respond. A sucker on the tentacle inside her had found her G-spot, sucking and tugging on it the same as its twin was doing to her clit, and she was lost. The sound that came out of her was nearly a sob as the world went white.
Her back arched, body spasming; it was a release that nearly knocked her unconscious.
She had only squirted a handful of times before, Ainsley being the first partner to make her do so, but this — this was a gush that made her go cross-eyed.
Her muscles tightened around the pumping tentacle as she came, milking it in time to the way her core contracted, slowing its sloppy fucking just enough for her to feel it explode within her.
“Oh, fuck!”
“Oh, fuuuuck,” Ainsley echoed beside her, reaching his peak at the same time as her tentacled partner, his eyes rolling back before closing completely as he shuddered with a moan.
The pressure within her was nearly uncomfortable as the tentacle came, pulsing within her as it did so, the smaller twin still suckered to her clit doing the same. It was too much, she was too full, her clit too sensitive, and she thought she might pass out from the pressure of it.
When the fat appendage within her slid out with a wet plop, it was a relief.
Ris unstrapped her legs quickly, desperately needing to get away from this glory hole before another tongue or cock found its way in, tumbling forward off the barstool when she did so, just barely catching herself on the wall.
Being fucked by anyone but him wasn’t the plan, and now she had to be retested, not caring if the clinic claimed every patron had been verified. The orgasm had been good, but she wasn’t sure if it was worth this much aggravation.
“It’s coming,” Ainsley gasped from above her. “Sweet merciful fuck, Nanaya. It’s coming on me!”
She was laughing again as she pulled herself up, legs shaky from the prolonged position.
“Well, that’s just great. Now we both have to be tested.
” She was leaking, she realized. The tentacle’s semen was bright blue, like a watery Jello, and splashing to the floor.
“So much for not getting my cute skirt all sploogey.”
Ris had only just managed to walk bow-legged to the sink when Ainsley whipped around, his flagging erection coated in thick gobs of white.
Not just his dick, she realized. His lower abs were covered, coated in a perfect circle of white.
He looked like he’d been the recipient of a whipped cream cannon, the entirety of the glory hole opening filled with his invisible partner’s cum.
His eyes were wide, his hands shook. He took a small step towards her, nearly sliding in a puddle of gelatin blue ejaculate.
Ris nearly doubled over in laughter, gripping the sink so she didn’t slip next.
Ainsley was silent as she cleaned him, gently easing his foreskin back to ensure no residue remained of his anonymous partner’s spend.
Silent as she cleaned herself as best she was able, using two fingers to scoop out as much of the blue goo as she could, squatting low and bearing down to force out the remainder.
Silent as he took her hand, leaving the ruined room behind, silent as they passed the still-cheerful tiefling.
Silent once they were back in the car, sliding into the passenger seat. Ris turned to him.
“Are you going to say something? Are you okay? Do we need to get some greasy diner food in you as medicine?”
Shaking his head, his jaw moved, still unable to form words.
“So . . . big. It-it was so fucking big. Was it a yeti? It had to have been, right? That trunk was its foreskin. It came like, a gallon of cum. And my dick was trapped in there with it. It was like a greased pig wrestling with me under a blanket.”
Hunching over the steering column, tears leaked from her eyes.
“Yeah, well, I got tentacle blasted and then filled with poorly-set Jello that’s probably staining my skirt as we speak.
I really liked this outfit! At least this wasn’t your bi-awakening.
Remember the circle jerk you wandered into at that house party? ”
His face was horror-stricken as he turned to meet her eye at last. “Ris, it snarfled me up like a corndog! Why did we do this?!”
She laughed the entire way home, noting that they were both waddling a bit as they made their way up the stairs to the apartment. One scalding-hot shower later, she was cuddled against him in their bed, still giggling.
“We can’t ever tell our son about this. He doesn’t need to know how depraved his parents are. It’ll get out at the dog park, and everyone will know us as the glory hole weirdos. I don’t ever want to discuss this again.”
“Think about how much worse you’re going to feel tomorrow when I’m on your face and you’ve got a mouthful of Jello.”
He moaned in agony. “I want to forget it happened, Nanaya, but I can’t. Because it felt amazing until I was fucking fire-hosed in yeti cum. I’m going to be thinking about this on my deathbed. This might be the most traumatic day of my life.”
She was still giggling when he turned out the light, considering his words.
If this is the most traumatic day of his life, that’s progress, right?
Ris wasn’t sure, wasn’t sure of anything other than she never wanted to eat Jello again, but it certainly felt like progress, sticky as it may have arrived.