New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus

“So many cocks, so few holes,” Beatrice ‘complained’ with a smile. She then pulled Samantha up by the hair and whispered in her ear, “Which hole you want ravaged first?”

“All of them,” Samantha gasped and turned her head to exchange a wet kiss with Beatrice.

“Good answer,” Beatrice said and threw Samantha back down.

Samantha’s head barely bounced off the mattress before her ass and pussy well thrust into by thick cocks. A cry of pain escaped Samantha’s mouth, but the next ones that followed were those of satisfaction, helped along by Beatrice’s third cock that grinded against Samantha’s pussy lips and clit, giving her the full spectrum of sensations.

It was no secret to anyone that it would be hard to find a woman who did not love to have her clit played with while getting slammed with a hard cock. The bonus point for Beatrice was that she could do so with both hands free. And this let her use those hands to play with the blonde’s fucked body: slapping her ass, pulling her hair, choking her, kissing her, all while binding and pinning her arms in whichever way Beatrice saw fit. Arms behind Samantha’s back and wet face pressed into the soaking sheets? Sure! Pull her up by the hair to play with her shaking titties while letting Samantha’s ecstatic moans fill the room? Absolutely!

Each thrust into ass and pussy pushed the air out of Samantha, making her Beatrice’s personal musical instrument that required big cocks, great stamina, and technique to paly proficiently.

This got Beatrice curious: what tones her instrument was capable of if pushed to the limits? Well, that wasn’t entirely true—Beatrice intended to do this since the moment she decided to grow two additional cocks for herself instead of the usual one. Her [Futanari Succubus's Dick (+2)] did boast the claim that it could “contort its shape to perfectly fit most desired holes.”

And Beatrice’s third cock twitched with bursting anticipation when it registered its time for action. It had been left out in the cold for far too long, after all. And even though rubbing itself against the clit and pussy of a first-rate, smoking-hot, dick-loving insatiable slut was more than an average cock could ever hope for, this was no average cock. It belonged to a person who had seen more degenerate action in a couple of days than some men did in their lifetimes. And thus, for being out in the cold all this time, the third cock’s warm-up reward was bountiful.

Beatrice pulled out of Samantha’s ass and pussy nearly completely. A simpler mind would think the succubus’s intent to be a switch of cocks.

“Ah!?” Samantha gasped when she felt the cock that had massaged her clit all this time suddenly push right at the edge of an already occupied entrance.

Samantha was no stranger to having dicks in both her ass and pussy at the same time. But to put two in at the same time.

“W-Wa—” Samantha had started to say before her mind was wiped white with a powerful triple-thrust that plugged her ass deep and tight with a thick, hot cock while her pussy was slammed with the force and thickness of a Greater Demon.

Samantha lost all track of what happened next. She did not hear her own cries as she came on the spot and squirted all over the sheets—soaking them wet—nor did she fully comprehend the force of two thick cocks fucking her pussy, entwined like the great Northern Wyrms as they pounded her cervix.

Their thickness should have broken Samantha, damaged her pussy beyond repair. But it was as if some powerful ancient magic turned Samantha’s pussy into an otherworldly realm where nothing was impossible. A realm where two girthy cocks could simultaneously stretch her out beyond belief, drive her mad from the savage hammering, yet also keep her soft, malleable love cave completely intact and as tight as ever, creating some mind-bending feedback loop of increasing tightening against ever-increasing pressure.

And though Samantha’s pussy was well protected by Beatrice’s magical cocks, the same could not be said for her mind. No matter how great this felt for Beatrice, no matter how many times she came directly into Samantha’s womb (for there was not even a molecule of empty space anywhere else in Samantha’s pussy to pour the cum into), it could not even come close to the cocktail of sensations that tore through Samantha’s brain.

Heavenly ecstasy? Hellish torment? The words and sounds that came from Samantha’s mind could have meant both. Was it one long continuous orgasm or countless orgasms that blasted her mind one after another in rapid succession? No one, not even Samantha, could tell. But her entire body was still shaking from the heavy muscle spasms even after she passed out.

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