Open your mouth and try to take Kara's cock as commanded.

You open your mouth, jaw stretching wide to accommodate Kara's massive cockhead. The demon futa doesn't wait—she pushes forward immediately, the thick crown sliding past your lips and onto your virgin tongue.

The taste hits you instantly. Salty, musky, overwhelming. Your first instinct is to gag, to pull back, but Kara's hand is firm on the back of your head, holding you in place.

"Tongue flat," she instructs, her voice rough with barely restrained need. "And breathe through your nose. You're going to be here a while."

You try to obey, flattening your tongue against the underside of her shaft. The texture is strange—velvet over steel, burning hot against the inside of your mouth. You can feel every vein, every ridge, as she pushes another inch deeper.

"Good girl," Kara purrs. "Now watch."

Bessie has positioned herself in front of you, legs spread obscenely wide, her pregnant belly hanging between her thighs. Her fingers work her dripping cunt with practiced efficiency, two thick digits pumping in and out of her swollen pussy while her thumb circles her engorged clit.

"See how I'm touching myself?" Bessie's voice is breathy but steady, determined to teach even while lost in her own pleasure. "That's what you need to learn. How to work a pussy properly."

Behind you, Tasha presses closer. Her cock slides between your ass cheeks, the dog girl's precum leaving a slick trail on your skin. You can feel her trembling with barely contained need.

"Please," Tasha whimpers, her voice breaking. "Kara, please can I—"

"Not yet," the demon futa commands, pushing another inch into your mouth. You're taking maybe four inches now, your jaw aching, saliva pooling around the thick shaft. "Let her get used to it first. Virgin throats need stretching."

Across the parlor, Selene's wings snap wide as she slams into Hazel one final time. "Take it all, you pregnant slut!" The angel's refined voice has dissolved into pure animal lust. Her cock pulses visibly, each spurt of cum making Hazel's already-swollen belly distend further.

"So much," Hazel gasps, her hands pressing against her stomach. "I can feel it, so fucking full—"

Kara pulls back slightly, letting you breathe, then pushes forward again. The rhythm is slow, deliberate, training your mouth to accept her girth. Your eyes water, your throat convulses, but you don't pull away.

"She's learning," Velara calls out, now watching from where she's positioned Marina on all fours. The demon girl's red hand comes down hard on the pregnant cowgirl's ass, leaving a crimson handprint. "Look how that virgin mouth stretches. Such a good little cock sleeve."

Tasha's control finally breaks. Her cock slides down from between your ass cheeks, the pointed tip finding your soaking wet pussy lips. Just the pressure of it against your virgin entrance makes you moan around Kara's shaft—a desperate, needy sound you've never made before.

"Now," Kara decides. "Tasha, take her. But slow. I want to feel every sound she makes."

The dog girl's cock presses forward, stretching your virgin lips around the narrow tip. You're about to lose your virginity with a demon futa's cock buried in your mouth and a cowgirl's fingers working her pregnant cunt inches from your face.

"Here it comes, honey," Bessie whispers, her milk-heavy breasts swaying as she works herself faster. "Your first time. Just breathe and let it happen."