The Inferno 4 - Change of Plans

You're really not used to Zoey wearing jeans and it really shows when you try to get that thing out. To be fair, her kissing your neck certainly doesn't make this shit any easier. Also, the fact that you have your hand in her pants, fumbling around with her massive shaft only seems to get it more excited and thus bigger, harder, and even more difficult to get out. Well, you could obviously brute-force it some more, but that would surely be uncomfortable for Zoey. And Zoey's currently making you feel very comfortable, nibbling and kissing your neck, fondling and caressing your butt under the skirt of your dress.

Eventually you do manage to draw Zoey's magnificent cock from its confinement. Her big balls remain inside her pants, so it's just her shaft sticking out which is... a very big just. Still seated in her lap, you do not get the feeling she's looking for just a BJ right now, so you - considerably worked up yourself at this point - lift your hips off her lap after giving her dick a few strokes. Zoey clearly reads you right and reaches under to pull-

Snap. Zoey ripped your thong. Your eyes go wide. "What the fuck??" you whisper harshly. "Now I gotta walk around bare-ass all night!" you complain, only for Zoey to chuckle in return. "Girl, who gives a shit about panties in here?" she counters and proceeds to boycott your chance to counter by taking her shaft and rubbing its tip right over your dripping folds. Aaargh, okay.

After aligning her huge head with your needy entrance you take one more look towards the other couple. It looks like they're changing position now, with the formerly seated woman now kneeling on the couch, offering her rear to her partner. You are currently watching two complete strangers about to have sex in plain sight just a few meters from you. And as weird as that feels, you are the exact same thing to them. And right as you come to that realization Zoey slowly starts pulling you down her monstrous cock.

You shudder and whimper as Zoey penetrates you, her big head stretching your soaked entrance. You're dripping enough for her to ease in relatively smoothly, but... she just always feels so massive, man. And every single time you get reminded that you just. Will. Not. Get. Used to this. Fully, at least. And thank god, that's the case. Even after the hundredth time, your insides struggle but yield for Zoey. They've been trained for it, molded around her shape. Claimed.

When your butt cheeks finally rest on her lap, you're fully seated, full to the brim with that glorious futa cock. Your arms support you with a firm hold on Zoey's broad shoulders. With the steady pulse from the speakers and your heavy breathing mixing in with the ambient moans, grinding your hips into her's feels like the most natural movement in the world. You start to find a slow, deep rhythm that sets all the right nerve endings inside you ablaze. Your bodies fit together so intimately; there's a deep closeness, a perfect lock, despite the public and lewd nature of this setting.

"Ah fuck! Yes, fuck me, baby, ughhh!" suddenly sounds from the other side of the room, not just adding to the pounding baseline the man provides but clearly surpassing it in volume. "God, yes! You are so good!" she keeps... yelling, honestly. Zoey and you exchange a look to which you girlfriend leans in closer. "Performative ass moaning." she jokes quietly and you suppress a laugh. She's right, that's for sure. That's some shit straight out of a por-

"Fuck, your dick is so big! I've never had one so biiig!" the woman now wails on and her man grunts in horny appreciation. While you manage to keep it down Zoey can't help but laugh to herself and you can feel her laughter vibrate deep inside you. It actually feels really nice. Still, it's gonna be hard to focus on your intimate moment when girlypop over there keeps shouting out a porn script.

"The dude's definitely ass." Zoey whispers to you while you settle in slow, almost sort of stand-by rolls of your hips. "Yeah, no girl talks like that when it's actually good." you agree in hushed tones. You're not quite sure wether all that kind of sabotages your mood or no-

"Mmh, yeah. You like what daddy gives you?" the man says to which the girl replies "Ugh yes daddy, I love your cock! You're so much better than my boyfriend!"

"Okay, I can't do this." you give in and raise your hips from Zoey's lap. "Yeaaah, let's go somewhere else. Not like we don't have options." she agrees and helps you to your feet before standing up herself. Then she proceeds to just... walk off. With her mostly hard meat out. Quite perplexed but not entirely surprised anymore about her unapologetic spirit, you quickly follow her. You do, however, have to realize that your ripped thong is now awkwardly dangling off of you. You clumsily step out of it and... wait, what are you even gonna do with it? It's not like it'd make sense to bring home later, right? Do you just leave it? Wouldn't that be rude? What's even the etiquette in a place like this? Then again, some dude would surely appreciate a worn thong if he found it. Ew, that doesn't make it better. You close up on Zoey and stuff it into her back pocket. Problem solved. For now.

Outside that particular darkroom that you were in you can hear excited cheers from the main hall. Probably something wild on the main stage. Zoey's attention appears to be peaked and yours admittedly is too. Sure, you were just in the process of finding a new place to bang at but... you do have the entire night left to still do that, right? Also, whatever's happening on that stage is very likely to rekindle any muffled moods again.

"Come, let's take a look." Zoey suggests curiously and walks on. You're really unsure how to feel about the fact that she's about to step back into the main hall with her cock out like that. Okay, let's maybe see the people's reactions first. You follow close behind her, watching your girlfriend make her way into the main hall with not just zero shame, but an active excitement that is quite sweet to see, honestly. She really is just a horny dork at heart. And her carefree attitude never fails to ease your nerves too, even now. You'd likely be much more nervous in here if she wasn't with you.

Zoey has already attracted quite the number of looks when you two walked over the gallery to get to the darkrooms earlier - and that was without her dick in full view. Now that you both reemerge like this Zoey practically has a gravity of her own. Numerous eyes quickly turn her away. People actually stop what they're doing - including some folks mid-sexual act - in order to watch as Zoey curiously strolls forward to the railing where a few others are already peering down onto the main stage. Plenty of emotions are carried by these looks: mostly bewilderment and fascination, some straight up respect and a good amount of envy. Some guys actually try to force their female partner to turn away, only to then be swatted down. Hehe. It's not everyday these people see a futa, let alone one hung like that. For a quick second you wonder wether she might have the biggest dick in this entire place tonight. You find yourself strangely proud at the thought of that very legitimate possibility. Oh and just for the record: there are obviously also looks of disgust, pretty much exclusively from guys. There will always be assholes when it comes to an intersex person. At least there seem to be less here.

You catch up to Zoey by the railing and follow her gaze down. The two ladies from earlier have left the stage and in their place is... oh mama. You're not even sure what aspect of that new dark skinned woman hits you first: She has a ridiculous hourglass figure - like, monumental breasts and hips that look like they could birth a fully grown man - but also a smile so bright it blinds you all the way up here. Even her hair is fantastic. It's an incredibly voluminous afro of dark curls that bounces as she moves around that pole. That is a WOMAN. Like, sure, you're female too, but she is so overly womanly it almost feels cartoonish in an awesome way. Thank fucking god, you're bi. She doesn't even do anything particularly acrobatic or complicated. It's raw charisma, a connection to the music that's almost otherworldly. Her body rolls, her gyrations around the shiny pole, all have such effortless sensuality to them.

You tear your eyes away from her performance and glance over to your girlfriend. Her dick wasn't back to soft in the first place but it surely stands at full attention again now. It actually peaks through between the the metal bars of the railing. She has her big, muscular arms crossed over her chest and shakes her head in disbelief as she watches. Fuck, she looks really good like that as well. You're almost getting whiplash from going back and forth between the dancer down there and the stud next to you. The cheers that have started moments ago continue to erupt at regular intervals each time the dark goddess hits particularly captivating moves. You watch is silence though, too lost in the visuals.

Then you suddenly feel Zoey's hand on your ass as she starts caressing and gently kneading it. She's still watching the stage performance though. Regardless, her touch only adds another layer to this whole sensation. You lean sideways, slightly into her to make your affection clear. That's, however, when you feel her hand move and slide up the skirt of your dress. Your eyebrows shoot up but you keep silent. You might even tilt your hips a little, as if to encourage her. Her skilled hands move around to your front and gently trace along your thigh as they ascend. They get close. Dangerously close. Wait, okay, maybe this is a little too- oohh!