Another Round V

"Oooh, I do, I do!" Hopping up and down, Janine set her massive bust to jiggling, the towering pillar of her shaft finally soft and lying on the bench beside her. "I wanna, like, roll!"

Grabbing the dice eagerly, Janine threw the dice and got a 5, which netted her a Moojito - and even the pink-haired bimbo realized that it would likely end up being something milky again, to her vague disappointment. A feeling which only increased as the others got much more fun stuff; Tom with a Cock-Tail Cocktail after rolling a 6, Ella with a Lip Slip and Tyler with a Cock Club Cocktail after his 12.

"A Lip Slip!" Clapping all four of her hands together, Ella bounced in place, enormous orbs jiggling on her chest. "My titties are, like, waaay firmer than Tom's! You think that's gonna do anything different?"

"Fuck if I know," shrugged Tom, throwing a glance to the next table over where a woman was spitroasting her friend with a normally placed cock and one that was more of a prehensile tail and jammed deep into the other woman's snatch, his breasts lewdly running their tongues over their lipples. "At least what I'm about to get looks fun, if I read that name right."

"Ayup. I, meanwhile, have no fucking idea what mine does. Oh well..." Tyler pulled a face at the menu as he flagged down Patricia.

The humantaur looked less haggard now that most tables had their drinks, and ordering was a quick affair. It still took a while until their drinks arrived, time the polycule spend simply cuddling and talking idly about their lives. There was a definite connection between the four of them, a bond that had formed over the last two hours and went beyond the purely physical, even though they knew almost nothing about each other... and so they shared. Ella talked about her chemistry classes and her love for fast cars - and her dream of one day owning a Corvette, Tom shared a few anecdotes from his film class and wondered if he needed to either switch to directing or specialty pornography with his body now looking as it did. Tyler, cuddled up against Ella, groused about his job as an accountant at a national bank and his dreams of opening a sewing store, and Janine... Janine revealed that she didn't really have plans for the future and was enjoying neither her university courses nor her retail job. It prompted the rest of the polycule to be simultaneously sympathetic and concerned, vowing to help the pink-haired bimbo find something she enjoyed - and then the drinks arrived at the table, so further discussion was tabled.

"Alright, bottoms up!" This time, it was Tom who cheerfully called out and raised his light pink drink before chugging the contents of the glass, licking his lips - the ones in his face - appreciatively. "That stuff really is good. We gotta come back one day and have some drinks just for fun."

"Defi--urp! Sorry. Definitely." Tyler barely suppressed a burp, looking at his empty drink quizzically. "I mean, this stuff tasted weird, but good weird, you know?"

"Uh-hum!" Ella nodded, playing around with her own glass with one hand, two of the others tracing the veins on her flaccid horsecocks, making them tingle with pleasure, the fourth lightly squeezing Tyler's nutsack. "Like, every single drink we had was de-lish!"

"Yeah, I-- ooh, I think it's starting!" Hands flying to her temples, Janine smiled broadly at her bestie across the table. "It's starting!"

Janine was the first, but the others weren't far behind. As the tips of two smooth, shiny horns appeared between the pink-haired bimbo's horns, Ella felt a sensual tingle in her prodigious nipples that had them erect in no time, both of her horsecocks racing to catch up as the demonic blonde stroked both of them with one hand each while the others pinched and prodded her increasingly broad, swollen pleasure nubs. Already Ella could feel them stretch sideways, sinking into expanding areolas that began to consume the frontal swell of the bimbo's bosom, much like Tom's had.

Already there were lewd sucking noises as Ella dipped her fingers into the horizontal slits that deepened as the surrounding areolas swelled into proper lips. The bimbo demon's lower hands where stroking her increasingly erect horsecocks in turn, both wrapped around one of the tumescent poles to stroke the thick, silken flesh before switching to the other, and Ella's forked tongue lolled from her mouth, longer and longer until she could run it over the heated flesh of her bosom, three fingers of her upper hands sucked between her lipples, the soft flesh increasingly voluptuous and downright dicksucking.

While Ella was stroking her fat cocks and fingering her lipples, Tom had been shifting in his seat, only to now stand up halfway, shoulders resting against the back of the booth as he spread his legs, displaying the salivating mouth that had replaced his pussy - and the throbbing, writhing shaft that was snaking its way out from between his pillowy ass-cheeks from where it grew at his coccyx. Tom's lower mouth licked and slurped the air, apparently fully aware of the girthy, flexible neighbour it had gained and impatient to make its acquaintance, while Tom himself mewled softly, gyrating his hips as one hand caressed his lower mouth and the other played with his own lipples.

Next to him, Janine had moved her hands away from the horns curving upwards at the sides of her head to somewhere much more fun - which, surprisingly enough, was neither her throbbing, slowly engorging dog shaft or her leaking, three-nippled breasts, but instead a small, pink mound on her belly that grew as the pink-haired bimbo caressed the soft flesh gently, flicking her fingers over the extending teats of her burgeoning udder, and soon the pliant skin pressed into the knot of Janine's shaft.

"Gotta... like, gotta roll for a Double Trouble 'n stuff..." Mewling softly, Janine muttered under her breath as she jiggled the swelling udder on her belly before moving one hand upwards to tug on her dripping brace of nipples. "N-need more hannnds~..."

Tyler was panting next to where Ella felt wet, eager tongues lap over her fingers, his hands gripping and squeezing the four breasts on his front, pinching nipples between two fingers that grew fatter and longer by the minute, losing their pink coloration everywhere except at the tip, where it deepened instead. Soon, Tyler was pumping and stroking a quartet of erect, girthy nipples that **** his dainty fingers apart as they swelled, bodacious boobs jiggling as he lost himself in the pleasure of growing what could only be called cocks by now.

Four thick, veiny shafts that rose from Tyler's quality quartet, throbbing and bobbing as he arched his back, hands switching from shaft to shaft so none were neglected for long, drops of clear pre forming at their tips as Tyler milked his dicknipples, sucking one fat schlong between his full, red lips even as it lengthened and swelled, hands now only having to deal with three needy cocks, the fourth between his legs twitching and drooling as Ella wrapped her sinuous tail around the pulsing red rocket in a tight spiral and began to jerk Tyler off as if on instinct.

And instinct was all she had left, with her mind buckling under the **** of sensations from a tongue that felt as sensitive as her cocks, from just that double helping of dick as the blonde bimbo stroked the straining rods, and obviously from the pillowy lipples opening at the tips of her breasts, slobbering over Ella's upper hands with long, dexterous tongues that were just as forked as that lolling from her mouth. Running her digits over the impressive lips gave the demon bimbo's instinct a new impetus as the sensations sent tingles down her spine.

Gripping her swollen horsecocks a bit under the flared tips with her lower hands, Ella bent the animalistic rods backwards and against her breasts. The heat of her mighty meat pillars sent the blonde demon's lipples into a frenzy. Slurping excitedly, their tongues unwrapped from her upper hands, whipping out and around Ella's monstrous, throbbing members instead - and pulling them between the pouty, dicksicking love pillows that had replaced her nipples. The effect was immediate.

"Oohfuuuck~..."Jaw slack, face flushed, Ella brought all four of her hands down to wrap two hands each around her pulsing shafts, stroking the parts that hadn't penetrated deep into her firm titties. "Yeees~!"

Hips bucking, Ella thrust into her jiggling mounds as both lipples slobbered over her shafts eagerly, tongues darting out and over their silky-smooth surface, soft lipples feeling heavenly on her powerful rods as they stretched Ella's insides. But she was far from the only one doing some one-person fucking: Across and to the left, Tom's cock-tail had finally grown long enough for some proper fun. As Tom was teasing the full lips between his legs with the swollen, purple head, the dexterous, flexible shaft kept lengthening, the tongue of Tom's lowest mouth licking the drooling urethra eagerly as the lips kissed the writhing rod, and Tom began to use both hands to play with his lipples, fingers running over the full lips and penetrating deep into the sensitive tunnels behind them as Tom's massive breasts swallowed his arms almost to the elbows.

"Uuuoaaaanh~!" Finally, Tom thrust the twitching shaft upwards and inside, losing all pretense of patience and teasing, instead fucking hiss pussy mouth with smooth, steady strokes, making him gyrate and bounce where he stood. "Yes, yes, FUCK!"

Tom's cock-tail kept lengthening, and his shameless cries of lust attracted the attention of the woman the next table over, still banging her friend with her own tentacle cock. As she raised her glass in salute to a fellow cock-tail heteromorph, the other woman squealed and shivered around the shafts of her friend, pussy juices squirting onto the floor under her, much like the copious amounts of saliva drooling down Tom's thighs as he thrust his tail into himself, deeper and deeper with every stroke.

On the other side of the table, Tyler wasn't faring much better. The dicks rising proudly from his chest had lost any resemblance to the nipples they had once been, even his areolas consumed by throbbing rods that curved upwards and throbbed with every beat of Tyler's heart. His pouty lips, wet with his spit, sucked and slurped on the length inside his eager mouth as pre drooled out from the tip and was greedily lapped up and swallowed, Tyler's other four shafts - three on his tits, one between his legs - simply dripped with the sticky fluids as they ran down their lengths and Tyler gyrated his hips to thrust into Ella's tail, the slick spiral pumping the animalistic length and squeezing Tyler's knot.

Janine's udder, meanwhile, had reached the size of her prodigious bust and was working hard to surpass it, the heavy pink mound beginning to fill with milk, teats erect and firmly in the grasp of Janine's dainty, stroking hands. Her towering, bulging rod was becoming just as stiff, rising from where it had been lying on the bench, stimulating the pink-haired bimbo's udder with every throb and lurch as the monstrous member rose, pinned between table and udder. The amount of milk dripping from her nipples and teats was staggering already, and it only increased as the pink mound on Janine's belly swelled.

In general, the polycule was doing its best to make the hosing down of the booth completely for naught. Ella and Tom where dripping copious amounts of saliva and pre from where they were thrusting their shafts into mouths in places they were usually not found, stroking and thrusting and mewling unabashedly. And even with one shaft pushed deep between his own dicksucking lips, Tyler was producing an impressive amount of pre that slickened the smooth leather of the bench.

Their moans were a chorus of bliss, but attracted surprisingly little attention - because many in the bar were engaged in their own carnal displays of love. For every table that simply drank and enjoyed either taste or changes or both, there was a table where someone was knuckles-deep inside someone's pussy, had a fat, throbbing cock balls-deep inside their mouth, used other appendages to much the same effect or pleasured themselves with whatever this place had given them. And somehow, despite moans and squeals and cries of pleasure, the noise level was barely above that of a more traditional bar.

Not that this fact registered with either of the four heteromorphs in the booth, their minds awash with lust. And of course, the inevitable happened, with Tyler going first. All five of his cocks erupted violently, with only one load more or less safely contained in his mouth, cheeks bulging with the immense amount of jizz. And four times that amount arched through the air in sticky ropes, crisscrossing the table and splattering over the writhing form of Tom still fucking himself, his arms thrusting into the sensitive mouths capping his soft mounds. Feeling the hot baby batter of one of his lovers hit his skin seemed enough to set off Tom's own climax, his legs shaking as his jaw hung slack and hot moans washed over his lips, the thrusting of his cock-tail becoming unsteady, jerky, and finally, the Asian-looking heteromorph rammed his tail deep into his mouth pussy, unloading all he could give deep into himself as the mouth slobbered and slurped eagerly.

Ella barely noticed, the swelling and straining of Tyler's dog dick in the grasp of her tail already enough to push her over the edge. Her hands a blur on the twin horsecocks pounding her perfect orbs, two forked tongues spiraling around their lengths and one more slurping over the demonic bimbo's cleavage, Ella felt her fat, churning balls finally boil over - and then hot cum blasting inside her obscene bust in powerful jets. It was the first time she experienced the sensation of being filled, immediately falling in love with the sensation. Again and again, her hips bucked, nuts clenching, shaft straining, eyes growing unfocused as her brain was battered by pleasure.

The only one not shooting a thick load was Janine, her refractory period apparently proportional to her shaft and thus much longer than the others. Which wasn't to say that her ten teats weren't releasing their own creamy bounty, arcs of milk shooting from her triple-nippled breasts and all four teats on Janine's udder. Hot, fresh milk spattered over the table top and onto the floor as the pink-haired bimbo shuddered and twitched lustfully, her new horns hitting the back of the booth repeatedly.

"God..."

"Damn."

Tom and Tyler apparently were of one mind about the results of this round: Exhausted and very, very satisfied.

"Another round?"