I got together with Krisslanza, the genderswap guy, and another writer to make a present for someone. He really liked it, so I figured I'd share it here. Don't mind the shipgirls, they're not hurting anyone.
For a moment after the recording begins, the only things visible are a pair of blurry blobs pressed against a pure white wall beneath the bright floodlights. The image sharpens quickly, however, bringing the two figures into vivid and lurid detail. Neither could really be called 'blobs' at all; one is thick with muscle and exceptionally tall, and the other is visibly soft and curvy.
Evidently, a certain green-haired girl has landed herself in yet another sexy situation. In the flurry of their movements, and the slight bobbing of the perspective, it appears for a moment as though she is struggling. This impression is quickly corrected when a pair of large hands reaches down to cup her rear end, squeezing and sinking visibly into the soft flesh. Her reaction is to pull her feet off the ground, allowing herself to be supported only by the white-haired man's body, and wrap her long legs around his hips. The angle of the camera is perfect to catch Sanae's eyes fluttering closed as Momiji presses into her for a kiss. Both of them have some trouble keeping their mouths together, though, given the violent movements of their rest of their bodies.
The only word to describe the cheerleader's treatment would be 'pounding'. After hilting himself inside of her, the white-haired boy immediately pulls out, only to press back in. Each thrust is more forceful than the last, but the wet slapping noises that should accompany them are drowned out by various other moans, cries, and messy kisses from outside the frame.
If a worse angle had been chosen, it would be impossible to see anything of Sanae but the curvy, athletic legs she uses to such great effect on the field. Her partner is huge even for a guy, his upper body a V of pure, hard muscle. With every thrust, he visibly flexes, and his broad shoulders are consistently hard. While he has to work to support Sanae's weight, he doesn't seem troubled by this at all, easily holding her at the correct height to keep their hips aligned.
At first it looks like both of them are in the nude, right in the middle of this party. That would be far too lewd, however; the camera's high resolution caught the narrow black 'swimsuit' around Momiji's hips, which is of course pushed aside. As it does for Sanae; her sling bikini, matched exactly to the color of her hair, still desperately clings to her body but covers next to nothing. Every aspect of her fucking is on total display.
With every forceful thrust, her huge, pillowy breasts jiggle, the hard nipples rubbing against Momiji's chest. Every time their bodies press together, sandwiching her between a hard wall of brick and a hard wall of flesh, her chest squishes out against him, yielding like everything else about her... aside from her eyes, which eventually spot the camera after nearly a minute. She gives a wink, but forgoes any other gestures; her body is too busy being turned into a twitching, writhing mess by her friend. Even her hands, draped over his shoulders, can only paw at the hard muscles, as though inviting the camera to admire him instead of her.
"I can't get what they're saying," a womanly voice near the microphone says.
"Mmmph... Oh, use the-"
"Turn on the zoom!" One cheery voice interrupts another. The second is slightly lower-pitched than the first.
"Yeah, it's the button on top."
"No, further forward." a fourth voice, one that had been caught up in a rich, muffled moaning, picks up for the others.
"Oh, you - mmm - mean this one."
In the midst of some very detailed close-ups of those back muscles and their powerful flexing, the audio changes. At first, it cuts out completely; then, the same noises are distorted as if the camera is in a huge cave. Finally, the view sweeps back up to Sanae's face, now capturing more than just her lustful, proud expression or the way her eyes haze with animal lust. It also catches her heavy, deep breaths, and the way she cutely gasps every single time Momiji's hard cock bottoms out inside her. With the power of her lover's thrusts, it's possible she is simply getting the air fucked out of her. In fact, when Momiji realizes this, his pace slows for the first time since the recording started. He doesn't stop fucking her, but the longer, slower strokes instead draw rolling moans.
And a deep groan of frustration. "'Miji, come on, I'm fine. Better than fine," she murmurs.
Once again pressing her into the wall, Momiji pulls her into another passionate kiss. If he actually says anything back to her, it's doubtless right into her mouth, and the mic only records the lewd, wet noises of them making out.
Their forms are suddenly still, as Momiji remains buried inside of her while they kiss. The only sources of movement are Sanae's arms and legs, which fidget while she attempts to adjust her grip. Lesser boys wouldn't be strong enough to handle her, and would feel like they're the ones being captured when she tightens her powerful thighs. If Momiji feels that way, it doesn't show in the way he possessively covers her with his body.
The camera faithfully stays on them, zooming in to catch the way Sanae's face grows redder with each passing second. Her soft, creamy, sun-kissed skin is flushed as well, and a sheen of pool-water runs down her form in tiny rivers. The recording tracks a droplet's path down from her hair towards the valley between her hips, where she and Momiji are still so deeply joined.
The perspective suddenly shakes slightly, and a sigh can be heard from what sounds like miles away. After another moment watching the display, and how it has turned strangely tender in the midst of such debauchery, the camera shakes again and tilts down to stare at nothing but the ground.
The frame shakes for a moment, but then whips back up so quickly that the light-correction is dazed. Even before the light clears away, it's clear that Sanae has gotten her way again, as usual. Momiji is in the midst of pulling back from the wall and taking Sanae with him, still holding her by her generous rear end. The camera regains its crisp focus just as he presses both of them back into the wall, causing Sanae's silky green hair to spread out over the brick. The zoom-mic clearly records a wet, messy impact this time, as well as Sanae's womanly moans. She tosses her head back, nearly hitting it against the wall too, and stares straight up at the sky for a moment.
Despite the show he's put on already, it seems that Momiji had been restraining himself before Sanae's objection. Freed of his worries by her assurances, or perhaps just overwhelmed by his own lusts, he proceeded to mate with her. Demonstrating a vigor rarely seen even among the strong, athletic types the cheerleaders prize, he fucks her into the wall again and again, his tempo and pace furious as he works his hips like a living press. Unlike its issues with light and sound, the camera is obviously built to handle an extensive amount of motion; there is no blur visible despite the speed of Momiji's hips, and the drops of sweat and water that fly from their bodies gleam as they arc through the air.
Momiji frees up one of his hands, bringing it up behind Sanae's head. The mating continues for some time, interspersed with bouts of deep kissing and a quiet moment or two before going right back to pounding. The timestamp up on one edge of the screen advances by several minutes, although to the two of them, time clearly has little meaning... until Momiji says something to her, this time not muffled by making out. In his current state, he sounds like he is growling at her, his voice as imposing as his tall figure. "I'm coming."
The camera suddenly adjusts and zooms, once again focusing on the place the couple is joined at. In the split-seconds when his erect cock is not buried inside the a cheerleader, one can see that it is clearly large, thick... and bare. The only thing covering it is his own precum, and the much thicker coating of Sanae's own juices. They join the water from the pool in running down his thighs, until it is difficult to tell the fluids apart.
If Sanae has anything to say to that, she is too far gone to give a coherent reply. He takes note of her lack of reaction aside from tightening her two grips on his powerful body, and pulls back one final time. Then he smashes into her, and she smashes into the wall, yet again. Buried deep inside of the curvy cheerleader, he unloads. This is first obvious in her own twitching, then in the way she wails delightedly and holds onto him for dear life. Her expression also shifts from its urgency before, and she winks at the camera again just as it catches something leaking out between them.
Though it looks impossible, given how tightly they were pressed together, his cum does indeed leak out. The camera gets a close-up of that before traveling back up the expanse of Momiji's body to capture his own expression. In quite an uncommon catch, he is blushing as well. Despite her face looking like it was wiped blank by the pleasure of being filled so completely, Sanae does him a favor and catches him in yet another kiss.
This one does not break. Neither does their embrace, for as long as the camera lingers.
Another round of crackling and popping signals the zoom mic's deactivation. Not a moment too soon, as someone speaks up from off-camera.
"Heey, Keine! How long are you going to point that thing over there?" one of the voices from before asks. Its tomboyish tone hovers on the boundary between playfully annoyed and truly annoyed.
"Yeah! Guys would kill for what we're doing to you right now. Show some appreciation!" the more girlish one chimes in.
"Yes, yes, I was just about to give you your turn." The camera rapidly zooms out, flooding the picture in light from above and drowning out several briefly-glimpsed scenes of pale flesh and bright, tight swimsuits in the building's courtyard pool.
"Wait, wait, it's still adjusting."
The white balance settles down soon after Keine speaks. Now, the camera is pointed straight down her body. In contrast to Sanae's blossoming young frame, Keine is a mature, well-developed woman with full, firm curves. Her large, heavy breasts do not perk up and squeeze together between the tight bikini; instead, the bands of nylon sink in just a bit and pull her mounds slightly outwards.
Her womanly figure only occupies a small part of the frame, though. While it could certainly turn any number of heads, especially in a bikini that barely covers even her nipples, the view is dominated by her very formidable penis. It stands at a full twelve inches in length, but more than half of those inches are presently squeezed between the large, pillowy breasts of three girls. Spaced evenly around her cock, the three of them all stare down the camera with differing amounts of anticipation and impatience. On the left is the dark-haired Agano, puffing out a cheek and drumming her fingers on one breast, which barely jiggles under the pressure. Urakaze kneels on the other side, fidgeting in place as she unconsciously kneads her puffy chest with her hands. The middle belongs to the redhead Koakuma, whose bust is more than ample enough to fill the space between them; the redhead stares at the camera at first, but her hazy eyes gradually turn downwards towards Keine's penis as if dragged down by some lewd weight. Her soft, moist lips part of their own accord, and she leans almost imperceptibly forward towards the gleaming tip of Keine's cock before she's interrupted.
"There we go," Keine says. Immediately, the girls straighten up and snap off a trio of yearbook-worthy smiles, winks, and cheers. It also forces their breasts tight against Keine's cock, the soft flesh squishing and molding all around the thick, veined shaft. They've all slipped their sling bikinis to the sides of their chests, and the strong elastic squeezes their breasts together even when they remove their hands.
"A bit early for that pose, isn't it? I'm still not ready to cum yet."
Koakuma chuckles, making her breasts bounce against Keine's length. Compared to the older woman's, they seem as plush and lightweight as pillows. "You should know better than to taunt a group of cheerleaders like that, Director~"
Agano is the first one to start moving; Urakaze and Koakuma both exclaim in surprise, just before joining in themselves. Even though they're all pleasuring the same length, they make no attempt to coordinate their movements, each stroking her as they please. Urakaze focuses entirely on speed, the lubricant on her breasts gleaming in the light as her chest presses tight and bounces up and down. Koakuma's technique is slower but no less sensual, working her marshmallowy tits up and down through a dozen smaller up-and-down movements. Lastly, Agano opts to use her breasts separately, holding each one from below and rubbing the two slick, firm mounds up and down in two independent rhythms. At least one pair of soft lips kisses, licks, or otherwise worships Keine's tip at all times, and the girls' moans seem to blend right in with the slippery, squishy noises of their lustful triple paizuri.
"Ah, that's more forceful than before... does being filmed excite you that much...?"
"Oh, don't try to distract us, Keine. You're finally feeling it!" Urakaze teases.
The girls' hard pink nipples come into view whenever they slide their breasts up far enough, a brief respite from grinding into either Keine's steely length or another girl's plush chest. The stimulation keep them all moaning constantly, and ensures that no girl can keep her mouth wrapped around the tip for long. The sheer pressure and the size of their chests keeps Keine's heavy cock in place, even when they're all moving in completely different, uncoordinated ways.
Keine herself zooms in on the tip, capturing every detail in high resolution: the distinct flattening of Koa's plush lips, the trails of saliva left by Urakaze's tongue, even the sticky, messy sounds of Agano's rapid kisses.
"Heh, look at the face you're making. You're gonna blow soon, huh?" Urakaze asks from out of the frame.
"Mmm... W-well, when you girls are all so eager..."
The camera zooms out in time to catch Koakuma's grin and nod. "Hope you weren't planning to last the night, Keine... you're gonna pass out before we're through with you!"
The three girls nod to each other and simultaneously stop their movements, leaving Keine's long, swollen cock throbbing visibly while their plush, round breasts encircle it. Then, Koakuma raises herself further up, allowing her slick breasts to sponge up over her friends' and decompress to their full pillowy size. Urakaze and Agano scoot together and enclose the base between their two gorgeous chests, large and dense enough to support Koa's fluffy breasts with their own. Now, Keine's massive cock is completely enclosed from base to tip.
"Ahh! S-so... you can work together..."
"Eheh~" Koakuma smiles gleefully before pressing down on her smooth, shining chest and lowering her lips to Keine's barely-visible glans. The girls can't all stroke her like this, but the varying pressure from three pairs of plush young breasts takes its toll. The slick, plush mounds all grind and rub and press in varying rhythms, transmitting every bit of friction and pleasure to the hard length buried beneath them. Koa's lips stay tight around the tip, while Urakaze and Agano turn their blushing faces towards the camera.
"C'mon, Director, let it all out~" Agano coos.
"Right onto our faces~" Urakaze adds, just as the camera starts to shake uncontrollably
"Ohh... ahh... nnn ...nn-Nnngh!"
All three faces light up with excitement as the camera shakes. Koakuma has time for one final kiss before the girls excitedly back away and reveal Keine's soaked, wildly-throbbing cock. Koakuma wraps her arms around both of her friends' shoulders, slipping one hand under Agano's bikini for a shameless grab and flashing a peace sign with the other. Urakaze puts a sign up right next to Koa's and preemptively licks her lips, snuggling close enough to squish the side of her bust together with the redhead's. Agano happily accepts her squeeze and sandwiches Koakuma's breasts from the other side as she closes an eye with a happy smile.
The camera dips down and captures one of Keine's rapidly hands stroking her cock, nearly overwhelming the mic. They start out low in pitch, but suddenly rise with the first long spurt of thick, white cum. The girls all open their mouths and moan happily at the sight; the first shot splatters right across Koakuma's face, giving her a bit to drink in the process. Keine lets out one burst after another, aiming her cock at a different angle each time to make sure each girl gets her share of the woman's thick seed. All three of them are swallowing and moaning before the orgasm has even ended, and their second and third coatings of cum only make them shiver and moan all the louder. By the time it's over, everything from their hair to their cleavage has been soaked in Keine's semen, and it takes a few moments of wiping before they can even open their eyes.
"Mmm, it's stuck in my throat~ I'll be tasting this for days~" Urakaze gushes.
"Wow... You were right, Koa, Keine really is worth it..." The gears in Agano's mind are clearly working when she smirks up at the older woman.
"I know~! Some of the best shots on the wall were thanks to her, you know... Hey, Keine, don't just sit there! Hurry, before it dries!"
"Hm? A-ah, right." The camera is lowered to the ground and released, removing the girls' faces from the frame. However, it does capture a view of all three girls' soft, curvy thighs. Their large breasts cast shadows over their toned, athletic stomachs, and trails of Keine's thick semen gradually trickle down the undersides of their cleavage and roll down over the faint, tanned contours of their abs. Agano's pale body shows the most definition in this light, followed by Urakaze's firm young curves and then by Koakuma's soft but well-maintained form. Keine mutters her way through some process, telling the girls to pose each time. Their muscles flex subtly but visibly each time, and two distinct shutter sounds and a small jingle capture the aftermath of their efforts.
"There, all done."
"With that, at least. You can't shoot out a load like that and expect me to leave you alone..." Agano rises to her feet and lunges out of the frame, and the chair creaks under a sudden weight.
"Ah! I-I would appreciate a moment to rest..."
"What are you talking about? This thing's rock-hard again already," Urakaze teases. She crawls toward the chair, briefly framing the shot with her curvy young body; her breasts begin to sway in midair as she rocks her body back and forth, her voice soon muffling itself with something large and heavy.
Just when it seems that the camera will be abandoned, it's gently lifted from the ground. Briefly, it turns around to identify its holder as Koakuma, who smiles again and brushes back a cum-slicked lock of vibrant red hair. Then, it turns back to the chair to catch sight of Agano, now on all fours with her bare pussy poised over the tip of Keine's cock while Urakaze worships the woman's balls.
"Hmm, seems there's no room for me here. You two have fun. Don't tire yourself out too early!" Koa says.
"Don't worry, I'll be ready," Agano calls over her shoulder. "That camera's gonna see a whooole lot of me~"
"Yeah, we'll take turns. Bye, Koa!" Urakaze cheerfully waves farewell before the camera turns away for good.
Rather than pan around the courtyard, the camera simply turns downward. "Ahh, that smells so nice..." Koa murmurs distantly. A wet sucking sound follows, capping itself off with a loud pop and a happy purr. The view lingers on Koakuma's bare feet, with large shadows occasionally casting both them and the grass in shadow.
"Hmhm, hmhm, what's a good lewd thing..." Koa raises herself to her tiptoes. "Hmmmmm... Aha!" Slamming her feet back down, she jerks the camera up with disorienting speed, zooming in as she does so. When the picture finally settles, there are only two people in the frame: the purple-haired Reisen, and her uniquely-endowed partner Orin.
At first, the zoom has the camera shaking with every bouncing step, and Koa makes little effort to keep it steady. However, it's clear enough that Reisen kneels at Orin's feet, gripping the redhead's thighs and thrusting her head back and forth in the unmistakable motions of a blowjob. Her bright red sling contrasts with both her soft purple hair and the pale color of her nearly-nude body, and her ample breasts bounce lightly every time she forces her lips forward. As the background expands and the scene stabilizes, another detail comes into view; Orin was clearly a futanari, but now it is plain to see that the lean, girl has two dicks, one right on top of the other. Reisen services the lower one with a healthy blush, leaving the upper length to throb steadily and leak precum onto her soft, vibrant hair.
"Mmm, you've got it now. Just use your cheeks a little more, don't suck it the same way every time..." Orin purrs.
"Hey, Orin!" Koakuma calls out. The futa snaps to awareness and straightens up, forcing her length deep into Reisen's mouth and drawing an audible gagging noise as Reisen's red eyes widen. Once Orin's gaze flicks over to the camera, however, she relaxes back into her languid posture and waves with her free hand. "Hey there. Looks like you've enjoyed yourself."
"Mhm! Jealous~? Keine can cum like a fountain, you know..."
Orin chuckles and smirks, almost absentmindedly pushing and pulling Reisen's head. "Oh, I see you pressing those thighs together. You're already planning to take a turn after the newbie, aren't you?"
The camera suddenly turns to Reisen with renewed interest. At this angle, it's clear just how little the cheerleader's bikinis cover, even when they're worn properly; the slightest disruption of the elastic bares the edges of Reisen's areolae, and all but the very bottom of her mound of Venus is exposed to the night air. Closing her eyes and sucking tightly on Orin's cock seems to be the only thing that can distract her from how little she's wearing.
"Ahh, now that you mention it, this is Reisen's first party, isn't it?" Koa says.
"My, but you already seem like a natural at this. I remember the face you made when we first showed you that swimsuit; now you're wearing it like I'm not filming every inch..." The camera zooms in lovingly, capturing the sheen of precum that's dripped on Reisen's cleavage and the firm, steely muscles partly shadowed by her bikini. Despite her inexperience as a cheerleader, her musculature already surpasses that of the three girls who serviced Keine. At this attention, however, she suddenly freezes up and groans, nearly pulling off before Orin's hand stops her.
"Hey, hey. You wanna get a picture on the wall, don't you? You can't let something like this embarrass you." Orin's other penis hardens a bit further as she speaks. "You're on camera now. Put on a good show!"
Reisen nods, but fails to instantly overcome her anxiety. The first thrusts slow, stilted thrusts of her head barely reach halfway down Orin's length, and deep gaze stays locked on to the camera's single glass eye.
"Hmm..." Koa shifts the view away from Reisen, off to the side to stare at nothing in particular.
"Oh, showing some mercy?"
Koakuma chuckles in response. "I wonder. Say... if you're not using this one, do you mind if I...?"
"Mmm, go ahead." The faint sliding of Reisen's lips is soon joined by a second, messier friction - and then by the lustful moans and smacks of a kiss. Orin occasionally breaks off, barking some order for Reisen to go faster or deeper or more carefully before diving right back between Koakuma's lips.
Once the timestamp has advanced by a lewd, moan-filled minute, the view finally turns back to the action. It first focuses on Orin's upper penis, held straight up by Koakuma's precum-coated hand. She strokes it with quick, practiced movements that leave it constantly clenching in pleasure, just grazing the tip with each stroke and gradually varying the pressure. The camera stares at the tip head on, capturing the steady flow of precum that leaks all over shaft.
"Hey, don't be so full of yourself. Point it over - there you go." A small upward correction points the camera towards Reisen's head, which comes into clear focus a few seconds later. Now, her eyes are glazed over, and her body flushed even further as she wholeheartedly sucks Orin's other cock. The camera can't capture the intricacies of her tongueplay, but it clearly show the tight squeeze of her lips and cheeks, the speed with which her head slides back and forth, and the glazed, lustful look in her eyes. When the camera moves a bit further forward, it stares down her smooth back instead, capturing the slight but firm outward curve of her ass - and the way it subtly clenches and unclenches, massaging the taut piece of elastic wedged between the pale, pert mounds.
"Wow... how can you hold it in when two people do you at once?" Koa asks. "Reisen's sucking like your cum's the tastiest thing in the world-"
"-Which it is-"
"-And Robin couldn't take a quarter minute of one of my handjobs. How come you haven't blown your load already?"
"That's my little secret. Now that you mention it, though, I'm think I'm about ready to cum..."
"Ooh! Hear that, Reisen? It's time for your very first selfie~"
"Gonna be a double-thick one, too... nnngh, here it comes!"
Orin sharply pulls her hips back, her long shaft popping out of Reisen's soft lips and swinging back up. Her hand squeezes the saliva-soaked shaft, pumping a bit faster than Koa's hand on her other cock.
"Make a good face for us, Reisen~"
"A-ah, ah, umm..." Not surprisingly, Reisen's first words on camera are little more than nervous stammering. Rather than smile or flash a peace sign like her fellow cheerleaders, however, Reisen decides to cup her hands beneath her chin and open her mouth wide. "Ah, p-please cum a lot..."
"Ohh, that's a good one... C--cu-ahhhh!"
Orin's upper cock is the first one to go, followed by the other a second later. The two ejaculations overlap perfectly, ensuring that there's always at least one shot of Orin's seed in the air. Koakuma keeps one cock pointed high, allowing the load to shower all over Reisen's face and hands, while Orin aims her other cock directly at Reisen's outstretched tongue. One shot after another splatters over the girl's face, leaking down her cheeks and dripping from her tongue to pool in her upturned hands. She raises them to her lips as soon as Orin's orgasm ends, moaning openly as she pours the thick, milky-white seed past her lips.
"Ahhh... Mmmgh..." Reisen closes her lips and tries to swallow, her eyes even cloudier than before. Rather than gagging on the semen that's filled her mouth and coated her face, the cheerleader just moans in a deep, husky voice.
"Phew... You look great like that, Reisen. Just a sec, I'll get your phone." Orin pulls herself out of Koakuma's grip and leaves the frame for a moment, then returns holding a pink cellphone with a rabbit-shaped charm on the strap. The video camera doesn't quite capture the phone's screen properly as Orin aims it squarely at Reisen's face.
"Annnd... there!" The phone makes a small shutter sound. "Congrats, Reisen, you're a full club member now."
"Congratulations!" Koa adds.
"Ah... Th-thank you!" Reisen says, smiling and blushing sincerely through the white cum on her cheeks. "I'll do my best from now on."
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"We can't just leave it there, though, can we?" Orin suddenly pushes Reisen flat on the ground, and the camera pans down past her soft, heaving breasts and over her smooth abs... right to the dark spot on her bright red swimsuit where it's rode up deep between her legs. Reisen is surprised, but not displeased - in a moment, her surprised expression turns to an embarrassed smile.
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"Heh. I happened to come prepared..." Yamame reaches somewhere and produces a large cappuccino cup. It easily accepts the contents of the two other vessels, which mix together into a thick, cloudy, exceedingly gooey white mixture. Yamame takes a whiff of the scent, and comes up flushed and near drooling; Alice can't help doing the same.
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"Eh? W-wah!" Urakaze yanks Tokitsukaze up by the arm and runs off, jiggling gleefully.