Symbiotic Invasion pt 6

Sebby

I was surprised to get a text from Jess. She’d asked for help on a tech project, which piqued my interest immediately. Besides, another project would hopefully distract me from my current… predicament? The erection I’d left Ashley’s house with the night before still hadn’t gone down, and my balls ached for release no matter how many times I masturbated or fucked. I was going crazy, growing desperate for relief, happy to find it with anyone willing to lend a hand. Or throat. Or in Alesa’s case, pussy… and _ass_.

My erection throbbed painfully in my pants at the fresh memory of taking my tight, red headed classmate over and over in the bathroom, her moans and squeals exaggerated by the tile walls as my orgasms flooded into her. I left her a sticky, satisfied mess in the stall after pumping four loads into her holes, but her hand remained wrapped around the base of my cock, our combined juices coating the rigid flesh beneath her hand. She gazed up into my eyes with a look of intense longing, as though she were about to beg for yet another round before letting me slip from her grasp. I would have taken her again, then and there, but there _were_ classes to get to. 

I arrive at Jess’ door completely on autopilot. The tightness in my groin is nearly unbearable as I ring her doorbell, and I consider running home instead. She opens the door almost instantly, the silky red robe she was wearing barely reaching her thighs. My eyes widened at the scarcity of her attire, the thin fabric did little to hide her features, not leaving much to the imagination as she greeted me.

“Sebby!” she exclaimed cheerfully. Her arms wrapped around me as she embraced me in a tight hug. The robe fell open just enough as she moved for me to see she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and I knew my desires would be difficult to contain.

I cleared my throat, “You said there’s a project?”

“Yes,” she replied, a suddenly serious look etched into her face. “I need some help with the schematics and construction, and was told you’d be the man for the job!”

“I can certainly try,” I said as she led me down the hall. I’d always admired Jess, she was brilliant and beautiful. Dark hair flowed across her back, blue tips swaying all the way down at her small ass. Her smooth, nearly pale skin was decorated with a few freckles, more pronounced with the longer days of approaching summer. I’ve fantasized about her on more than one occasion, a certain part of my anatomy now __screaming__ for me to seize on the opportunity as we enter her bedroom. 

“I’m sure you’ll _give_ me your best, as _long_ and _hard_ as you can,” she quipped, shutting the door behind us after ushering me in. The robe she was wearing fell completely open as she walked up to me. “You seem distracted.” My eyes were focused on her perky breasts, the firm, Hershey kiss sized nipples practically begging to be sucked and nibbled as they poked out at the seams of her silky robe. 

“I- fuuuu…” was all I could muster as her hand caressed the log of hardened meat beneath my pants with one of her hands, thin fingers tracing my erection’s outline through the denim. 

“Let me help with this before we get started, yes?” She didn’t wait for me to respond, her fingers easily removing the obstacles and letting my pants fall to the ground. My cock emerged and pressed into her bare thigh, forming a bridge of flesh between us as her hand began to stroke my shaft. I groaned as an orgasm struck suddenly, her leg getting coated in thick ropes of semen. Her lips were at my ear when she whispered, “already making a mess, _dirty boy_?” She then dropped to her knees and took my still pulsing member into her warm mouth, draining me of as much of my seed as she could as her hands pumped back and forth along my manhood. I held her head in one hand, enjoying the soft feel of her hair as she suckled every last drop. 

She eventually pulled away, then got to her feet. Licking her lips and swallowing, she turned to leave, presumably to wash up. I grabbed her by the arm, and tossed her to the bed. “We’re not __done__ yet,” I growled animalistically. It was like I had been possessed by something, and a devilish grin spread across her face as she opened her legs around me. The fabric of her robe highlighted her body on the green sheets of her bed, tight, womanly features accented by red driving me deeper as I climbed onto her. The small slit of her pussy glistened in excitement as my thick cockhead pushed against it, and she let out a musical moan when my organ slipped up along her sex. I felt the hardened bead of her clit under my cock as my meat surged up her slim body, and made sure to grind back down against it. Her toes curled into the sheets beside me as my manhood came back down, and she helped line me up with her narrow opening. The small, pink lips of her pussy had begun to part at all the activity, spreading wider around as I split into her. She gasped as I filled her with my thickness, I groaned as her tight walls constricted around my plunging probe. Inches disappeared into her as we breathlessly merged together, my hands grasping hers, our fingers entwining. The soft fur of her bracelets tickled my wrists as our bodies melded atop her bed.

Jess

Sebby was decent enough sexually- clumsy and a bit clueless, but effective. It was the semen we really needed, and he had _more_ than enough. My Master was there to fill in the gaps as far as pleasure was concerned. It’s not all about size and stamina, you gotta know how to really play the game. Nini knows how to get me off, my Master _really_ knows how, but Sebby was more of a “plow and pray.” No style, no finesse, no real rhythm. Kinda boring, really. A cute pet, but falls plenty short where a lover should be concerned. After harvesting three full loads from him, we were both “satisfied” and ready to move on to the project.

I excused myself to “clean up a bit,” which I did, but the real reason was to birth the new recruits that had developed inside. Three new furry little symbiotes squeezed out, and remained in my bathroom, ready to make their mark on our new world. After cleaning the excess jizz from my skin and new furry additions, I returned to my bedroom. I don’t know how Sebby didn’t notice the near black bracelets, mittens, and knee high socks, maybe he was just overly stimulated. Every fuzzy enhancement was as black as my hair, but glimmered blue in a certain light. He said nothing about them when I entered, or the whole time we were working on the broadcaster. Even when I brushed my fuzzy coverings across his skin, down his back, across his stomach, and toying with his still hard cock. The device was nearly complete, close enough for me to finish on my own, and I needed stimulation almost as badly as he did.

“So,” Sebby started, “what is this thing supposed to do again?”

My fur covered hand caressed his arm, and I gazed into his eyes. “How about a break?” I offered, rising from my chair. We had both remained naked while working on the machine, something he seemed to just now realize as his hungry eyes followed my body back to my bed. 

He cleared his throat, “No,” he said with some difficulty. “I want to know what this thing does.”

I rolled my eyes, my patience low. My Master, who generally let me go about things my own way, urged caution, so I did my best to be nice. “That’s not what you really want, is it?” I asked seductively, swaying my hips as I walked back over to him. His jaw was clenching visibly as he tried to maintain some level of control, but he was clearly losing the battle within. I fell to my knees between his, my hands tenderly sliding down his chest, inching their way to his throbbing cock. My eyes looked up into his, a slight pout on my lip.

In barely a whisper, he asked, “Why is everyone acting like this?” I could already tell this would be his last effort at resistance, my hands gripping his thick manhood and cupping his heavy balls, warm breath washing over his member as my mouth approached. A smile spread across my face knowing our victory was at hand, but then there came a light knock at my door. “Enter,” I ordered, not bothering to ask who it was. Nini opened the wooden barrier and walked through, greeting us both casually as if our situation was completely normal.

She was completely decked out in her latest cosplay, a shockingly adorable Pikachu. Her hair was still her natural blonde, the rest playing off her natural color and the electric colors of the flashy Pokémon. Black tipped ears sprouted from her gelled hair, red, quarter sized dots decorated her cheeks, and she had given her face (and all other bare skin) a yellow tint. She wore a fuzzy yellow bra and skirt, with yellow thigh high socks, on which she’d etched sharp black lines. The outfit was complete with the signature zig zag tail, brown near the bottom and turning yellow halfway up, topped with the two humps like the upper half of a heart shape. Sebby’s eyes darted from me to her, then back to me. “Well, who’s down for a three way?” I asked, licking the precum bubbling up at Sebby’s tip.

“Always,” Nini offered. She was obviously under the influence of her new Master, the girl had only just become sexually active, and never with a boy. ‘Now’s a good time to start,’ I thought. 

“Great!” I got up from between Sebby’s legs and strolled over to my twin sized bed. He had gotten up and reached Nini, the two of them aggressively kissing while I made myself comfy on the small bed. My head and shoulders rested against the wall, elbows digging into the mattress below while both legs dangled off the other side. They slowly stumbled over to me, yellow garments falling to the floor around them as they went. Nini’s moans at Sebby’s wandering kisses drove my arousal higher than ever, and I found myself genuinely wanting his cock. Nini grasped his hardened meat in one hand as if leading him to the bed, his hands exploring her naked body as he followed close behind her. His fingers tracked yellow smears across her flesh as they clumsily drifted from breasts to ass, teasing her pussy as best they could when he had the nerve to reach down around her front. 

Nini climbed up onto the bed, her knees pressing into the mattress around my hips. Her face neared mine, our lips locking in their familiar embrace as Sebby found his place between our legs. She moaned into my mouth when he slapped her ass, and I groaned into hers as his thickness split my tender lips apart once again. Nini’s fingers went to work on all the spots she knew to drive me wild as Sebby’s organ probed deeper into me, the fires of orgasm building stronger than ever before under their influence. Nini’s lips left my mouth, wandering down onto my neck where she began to nibble as the fingers of one hand pinched my stiff nipple. I writhed and moaned, squealing sharply when her other hand reached my pelvic mound, those fingers teasing my aching clit just as Sebby’s member reached my deepest spot. My body ignited in orgasm, convulsions rocking through me with spasming waves of pleasure.

Sebby’s cock began unloading at that exact time as well, jetting hot ropes of semen against my readied cervix. I imagined every drop being pumped into me getting slurped directly into my womb, which only drove my orgasm higher. The room spun, my toes curled painfully tight, eyes rolling in my head, vision fading as he continued lightly thrusting and pumping, Nini’s fingers and teeth teasing my climax onward. I knew the screaming and swearing was coming from me, but there was no controlling or stopping it, only riding the unimaginably powerful climax being forced upon me until consciousness finally slipped away.

I came back around sometime later, laying flat on my bed. There was still a strong tingling between my legs, and everything from my thighs down was numb, but what really surprised me was the view. Nini’s pussy, a few inches above my face, the small, butterfly lips of her labia spread around Sebby’s shaft as it surged in and out. His balls swung forward with each thrust in, swinging up and wetly slapping her visibly hardened clit poking out from under a pinkish hood of flesh. Juices leaked out around their conjoined bodies, and I realized my face and neck were slicked in their fluids. I heard Nini moaning and gasping in rhythm with Sebby’s motions, and reached up to toy with her own genitals, my hand touching their interlocked organs just as Sebby pushed all the way in and held himself deep. His balls tensed slightly, a small patch of flesh behind them pumping hard as I felt a strong pulse at the base of his cock. My girlfriend’s pussy began to quiver as Sebby flooded her with another potent load, and I began to wonder how many he’d given her while I was in an ecstasy fueled coma.

Nini

God, I love cock. I’d always thought of myself as a tomboy, even being satisfied with being a full on lesbian. And, I really did love Jess, too. But, thankfully my Master has broadened my horizons, getting me to try things I’d never had the desire to try before, because Sebby’s dick is _amazing_! And, I know. We’re supposed to be drawn to him, he’s the perfect specimen, or whatever. But, what if this is what I’ve been missing out on? What if I spent my whole life missing out on getting my guts rearranged and flooded by this cock? I’d shut the door on being bisexual a while ago, having little to no attraction to men at all, but laying here on Jess’ bed, with my knees to my chest, feet over my head, ankles in Sebby’s hands as he jackhammers into me? Utter bliss.

We’ve made a mess on Jess’ bed, Sebby and I cuming more than either of us would care to count even if we weren’t in some sex driven stupor, but she didn’t seem to mind. She just snagged the device and wandered on out, leaving us to our endless orgasms. My Master has made some suggestions for other things to do, but the beast of a man over me seems to have his own agenda. I’m perfectly content to take all he gives until he’s worn himself out, then move on to the next phase. Or, that’s what I tell myself when cognitive thought is available between climaxes – which seem to hit right around the same time as his, funny enough. And he cums a lot, in both frequency and volume.

My Master and I had a bit of an understanding, different from the other girls. I wouldn’t be used in the birthing of new symbiotes, it told me, so in exchange I’d have more control over how we melded together. That was something which turned out to be really helpful in a number of ways, the first being that i wouldn’t have to bother interrupting great sex to spit out some fuzzy orbs. The other is how much easier cosplay will be! I’d already altered my appearance right under Sebby, and he didn’t even notice. I noticed, of course. The tiny, thick hairs growing over my chest in the shape of a tank top, complete with the “Aperture” logo. The longer, orange furs growing around my legs to mimic a hoodie tied at my waist over some matching sweats, even the shine of the white furs on my feet forming like boots. I was almost disappointed when he didn’t notice the exact replica of Chell underneath him, but he was still too distracted by my warm, tight interior to be bothered by whatever was happening outside, apparently. 

His cock pulls free, my still convulsing pussy gripping his pulsing member as it retreats, draining it of every precious drop. I feel warmth gush from my gaped hole as countless loads leak out, streaming down between the cheeks of my ass and over my puckered asshole before soaking my back and the sheets below. The semen running across my features like a sticky river slowly seeps into the fur and skin below, absorbed back into my body to help make my Master even stronger. 

Sebby remains over me in a daze, my legs slipping from his shoulders as my climax dissipates. Sweat drips from his body, and his breaths are shaky. He doesn’t appear to be in the right state of mind, as though under some kind of spell or something. 

…Our pheromones look to work on the specimen… my Master offered …This will be quite helpful…

A grin spread across my face as I sat on Jess’ bed, Sebby moving to make room for my ascension. He was completely under my influence, unable to resist any order or command. I could do anything with him. All I really _wanted_ to do, of course, was fuck. But, there was a larger plan in the works, so we should probably continue on with that. I get off the bed, examine myself, and decide my new cosplay is sufficient for the quick journey. Sebby gets dressed after being instructed to do so, and we begrudgingly leave Jess’ sex scented room. 

Semen continued leaking from between my legs the whole way to Sebby’s house. Every glob managed to roll about halfway down my fur covered thighs before getting absorbed, each sensation driving my already unbearable arousal higher. I found myself wishing on multiple occasions for just one portal gun, so I could puzzle my way to the destination quicker. Or, at least distract myself with an awesome tool. After what felt like hours (but couldn’t have been more than 10 minutes) we made it. Sebby’s house, big and empty. I was shivering in anticipation as I shoved him through the door, absolutely aching to get back to our fun.

We went into his kitchen, and I instructed him to sit in one of the wooden chairs at his family’s table. As he pulled it out to comply with my command I focused on a new costume. Another character to play in my little fantasy. The fur along my legs shortened, and I grew more along my arms. My hands became covered in dense, black fuzz as the rest of the fur darkened to match. A spot over my stomach took on the distinct red hourglass shape of Black Widow as my hair reddened and curled, growing down beyond my shoulders. Again, he didn’t seem to notice my transformation, but I could see and _feel_ it. Not just the hair and suit mimicking fur, but I actually felt like Black Widow. Confident, powerful, strong, yet somehow broken. And the only way to fix myself was to break the man before me.

“OK, Sebby,” I said pointedly. “You’re going to give me everything I need.”

“_yes_,” he murmured. 

“Oh, don’t make it too easy for me,” I responded. 

He began to get up, but I pushed him back down onto the chair with a soft kick. His hand grasped my thigh and pulled me to him, taking me off balance as we both fell onto the wooden seat. My legs wrapped around his waist, holding him to the chair as he made minimal efforts to struggle against me. I removed his shirt, rubbing my fuzzy hands up and down his bare chest while thin tendrils slowly liberated him from his pants as we “fought.” His mouth found my neck, teeth nibbling the soft flesh as his hardened meat slapped up against my round, fur coated ass. I moaned when he groped my fuzz covered breasts, my hands too busy gripping the table and back of the chair for support to be able to defend from his aggression. My feet pushed into the floor, allowing me to reposition myself, which slipped his cock back around my cheek and under my drooling pussy. Our bodies ground together, my slit sliding up and down his rigid pole as he humped feebly at me, the chair creaking under us before I looked down at him.

“Give it to me,” I ordered, but it felt (and likely sounded) like a desperate plea. His hand grasped the base of his shaft, and I slid a few fingers to either side of my slick sex, parting it for easier penetration. We merged instantly, and completely, his full length plunging all the way inside at once. The strength in my legs gave out, resulting in me crashing down onto his lap as he began thrusting up into me, my body melting onto him as he fucked us both into total bliss. I came quickly, my first orgasm not triggered by one of his. The climax shook through me, growing in intensity as he continued thrusting and gyrating into my convulsing folds. My grasp on reality (and the chair) slipped, and I heard myself say, “_keep fucking me!_”

Sebby didn’t disappoint, lifting us both from the chair and placing me on the table to begin pounding into me with long, hard strokes. I moaned and screamed under the assault, my orgasm reaching dizzying new highs as liquefied delight flowed from between my legs. My pleasure poured onto the table and rained down on the laminate floor below, Sebby taking no notice of the stream gushing forth as he continued thumping against me. When his orgasm finally struck, the first rope of warmth splashing against my sensitive cervix, the spinning room was consumed in darkness as I slipped from the waking world. I felt agonizing pleasure consuming my body as I drifted away, and the wondrous sensation of Sebby’s meat pulsing inside me.

When I came to I had been turned over onto my belly, legs spread around Sebby, my toes barely able to scrape the slippery floor. My hands gripped the table as he pounded me from behind, eyes rolling again in an orgasm that wouldn’t relent. I could feel how messy we’d become, and imagined the sticky scene at our conjoined legs; his balls coated in our juices as they swung forward, slapping wetly into me, stringy strands bridging the gap between us as he pulls away – my thighs plastered in our pleasure, fur slicked from constant orgasm. That was when I noticed a lack of fur along my arms, the Black Widow cosplay I’d conjured had apparently faded sometime during my blackout! I tried to concentrate and bring it back, but the unyielding pleasure was too much for my struggling mind to overcome. My Master was too caught up in carnal delight to be much help either, so I had to settle for something more basic. 

The patchy fur covering my body dissipated as a vague idea took shape in my head. He was fucking me silly, so I decided to roll with it. My arms and legs would be mostly bare, save for fingerless gloves and thigh high socks. A choker ringed my neck as a black and red top sprouted across my chest, red and black diamonds covering my breasts as they rubbed against the hard table with each thrust from behind. Sebby slapped my ass hard as small furs grew over my rear, covering little more area than panties. My hair twisted itself into a pair of long pigtails, bleaching blonde at the scalp and fading into a pink gradient on one side, blue at the other. It took more concentration than expected to generate such a skimpy Harley Quinn cosplay, but I had done it, mid orgasm, cock plunging away with semen and other fluids gushing from between my legs. This time, however, Sebby noticed.

He stopped thrusting, the wondrous meat holding deliciously still inside as it throbbed against my convulsing walls. Sebby groaned, seeming to snap out of the spell I had him under, “Nini?” he asked, uncertainly. “What?”

I held myself to the table, half hoping he’d somehow just fall back under the influence and start fucking me again, and half too paralyzed by pleasure to do much else. What I did end up finally doing was slowly sliding my leg up along his as I moaned softly. His hands remained on my ass, firmly grasping the tender flesh beneath the colored fuzz. I pushed back against him, more fully impaling myself onto him as he stood there, and tried to generate more fur. If I could just grow more fuzz, produce more pheromones, I could get him back under and continue this distraction longer. But it’s _so good_, and we’ve been at it _so long_, I need a break. Fortunately, that’s what he had in mind, too.

His hands left my body abruptly, and he withdrew his harness with a wet ‘plop.’ My legs jerked up reflexively as a disappointing sense of emptiness set in, my breaths coming in shallow hums as the remnants of our pleasure drained from my quivering gape. I could feel it flow over my aching clit before pooling onto the table, excitement and desire building to uncontrollable levels as I tried desperately to compose myself. 

“What the _fuck_ is going on?” Sebby demanded, his voice crackling. “Why is everyone acting so weird all of a sudden?!”

I slipped on the table, my toes numbly fumbling onto the soggy floor below. My legs were tingling, and I knew there was no way they’d support me, so I settled for the next best thing. With considerable effort, I turned myself around on the wooden table, flipping myself into a sitting position with legs parted wide enough for Sebby to see the creamy mess we’d made. The fur covered my inner thighs and framed my pussy perfectly, allowing two pink curtains of flesh around my glistening hole to be on display. A river of cum continued to flow from within as I taunted, “Haven’t you been having fun?” A devious grin spread across my face when I continued, “I know I have, _puddin’._”

His erection throbbed noticeably, which made me giggle. I bit my lower lip as I tried a few (hopefully) seductive poses, and watched him squirm as he debated his next move with himself. It wasn’t obvious to me whether or not he noticed my cosplay shifting; the top and panties extending as the red/black fur spread across my whole body, the diamond pattern shifting to a knee on one side, thigh on the other, wrist on one arm, and the other shoulder. His focus wouldn’t return back to me until I hopped off the table, _feeling_ every inch like the classic Harley, complete with the two sided jester hood. I felt flexible, agile, and just a little beyond the realm of crazy when I hopped onto him, then cartwheeled his flailing body into the living room. He was back under my influence even before I’d shoulder-tossed him onto the couch, as I had seen countless times in comics. Just, not necessarily in this x-rated style. His bare cock was all mine once more, and I climbed up onto the couch, my feet on either side of his hips. My legs curled around him as I descended on his lap, feet emerging from behind him as the warmth of his cock neared my dripping pussy once more. It brushed my wet lips, and a satisfied moan escaped my mouth _as the front door opened_.

Sebby’s mom strolled in, casually tossing her purse onto the couch next to my foot as I flinched on her naked son. His thick member slipped back, splitting between my cheeks and rubbing up through my ass, the small furs caressing his cock as it went. He put both hands on my ass and held me there, digging his fingers into my roundness as he humped aimlessly. 

“Well,” Jessica said, gazing lustfully at us, “isn’t this a sight?” Soft, brown fur covered her curvy body, thick and long at her chest like a fluffy vest, shorter along her arms like a fuzzy sweater. It extended down along her legs, shining in the room’s light as she leaned closer. The hair on her head was thick and pulled back in a long ponytail, but moved in a way that defied the motions of the rest of her body. 

“_mommy,_” Sebby uttered in a dull, zombified monotone.

“Hush, baby,” she soothed, gliding her fingers across his sweat slicked chest. “Mommy’s here now.” A knowing smile crept across her face as she looked at me, her eyes taking in every ripple of my body as Sebby bucked up under me. He grunted, and thick ropes of precious white spurted from the meat in my buns. It rained down on the floor behind me, and Sebby’s mom’s face turned sour, “_Don’t waste it!_” she hissed.

She rushed into the kitchen and I heard her rummaging through cabinets and drawers as Sebby’s orgasm continued, my fingers hurriedly working to slide his pulsing member into me. Warmth gushed against my parted lips, making my pussy tingle as it became drenched in his seed. I squealed as I struggled to slip him in, the small fur of my inner thighs quickly becoming matted down with a thick coating of cum. His hips continued thrusting up against me, making any coordinated efforts nearly impossible as his semen flowed, drenching us both. My legs unraveled behind him, thighs squeezing his spurting cock as I simply tried to contain his meat. The bulbous tip emerged from between my thighs as he thrusted up, his rigid shaft throbbing eroticly between my pressing flesh. His cum soaked into the furs covering my legs as it rained down, some of it splattering onto my chest and stomach as well. Every glistening drop aroused me to no end as his climax continued, and I simply leaned back over the edge of the couch with my hands gripping the cushioned cliff, giving him the best angle to cover me with his pulsing manhood as my thighs gyrated and squeezed. 

“_Perfect_,” Jessica cooed, dragging a silicone spatula along my more messy areas before scraping the collected material against the edge of a Tupperware container. The spatula returned to my body, tickling as it slid across my belly. I gazed up at her, watching as she carefully, almost lovingly, collected her son’s semen in a container. The spatula added to my arousal, and as Sebby’s orgasm faded I realized my opportunity for more fun was at hand. My legs spread around him, knees on either side of his hips as I straddled my prey. I was moments from pleasure when Jessica interrupted, “Help me fill some of these, will ya?”

I groaned and rolled my eyes, then aggressively impaled myself on her son’s large cock. My appearance shifted instantly, the furs coating my body twisting, fading, growing, and coloring into a new costume as my sarcasm got the better of me. My hair turned a playful shade of purple and grew exceptionally long, rolling across the floor in an enormous ponytail as violet bangs draped around my face. Small red furs covered my breasts and legs – longer the further down my legs they went, a deep black patch over my pelvic region, and long, golden tufts of fur framed my new leggings. Matching golden fur grew along my arms, covering them from wrist to elbow. Small golden furs adorned my scalp beneath my hairline, and my skin tone turned a light tan. “Your wish is my _command_,” I said in my best Shantae voice, moaning as Sebby’s cock nudged the deepest reaches of my hungry pussy. 

“Does that genie even grant wishes?” Jessica asked with a hint of annoyance. She raised a hand to interrupt before I could fangirl all over her, “Sebby plays plenty of games, I’ve seen one or two with this character.”

I kept riding Sebby too occupied with the fun at hand to give her a run-through of one of my favorite _video game series_ ___ever___! There would be time for that later, probably when I wasn’t so deliciously close to climax, and when her son wasn’t nine inches deep inside me. Not that it was awkward, but I could tell she wanted a turn. She knelt down behind us as I ground my pelvis against Sebby, my breaths becoming labored as my orgasm crested, and I felt her hand reach between our bodies. She gripped the base of his cock, her thumb extending up along his shaft when I slid up, staying firmly planted as I dropped back down. The additional texture and girth of her hand sent me spiraling over the edge, wailing in climax as she pulled his girth from my quivering folds seconds before his next orgasm. More semen flowed into the Tupperware instead of into me, leaving me with a sense of unfulfillment. I knew it was part of the mission, the ultimate goal and destiny, but deep down I really just wanted all of his cum to myself. Jessica swatted my ass with the spatula knowingly, wordlessly urging me not to stray as she stroked Sebby’s cock until it stopped throbbing. 

My orgasm cut abruptly after that, and I removed myself from the couch. Sebby remained seated, his arms limp at his sides while Jessica fondled his erection. I joined her on the floor, kneeling at Sebby’s knees. She carefully placed the container on the floor beside her and leaned her head in over his lap. I put my hand on the back of her neck, just under her hair and gripped the base of her ponytail as her lips stretched around Sebby’s rounded cockhead. She struggled to get him in, but with our combined efforts and the natural lubricants soaking his reddened manhood, she was able to suck him into her warm mouth. Her tongue poked out and slid around his veiny shaft as she continued sliding down, nearly making it halfway before coming to an abrupt halt. He groaned, distant eyes looking down at her as she tried harder. Need flared up once more within me as I watched more of her son’s cock disappear through her lips, her throat bulging as his meat packed inside. I stroked the diminishing exposed inches, tantalizingly sliding my fingers across her lips before pushing my hand back firmly against Sebby. 

When she finally pulled away, with some effort I might add, his cock emerged with a wet ‘pop’ and considerable gagging. A steamy rope of semen splashed across Jessica’s face before she had time to retrieve the container, but we managed to get most of the remaining semen into the Tupperware. It only took three of his orgasms to fill the container, and we shared an astonished giggle before she got up for another. She laid out her little plan as another symbiote fell from her brown fur, rejoining me on the floor. I merrily sucked away at Sebby as she explained.

“I’ve already infected my husband, who is at the Blue Tree Park Campgrounds now, setting things up. Ashley’s step-dad is also infected, and her mom is essentially one of us what with all the pheromones the woman’s been exposed to. The three of us have talked the parents of all the other girls into a little weekend getaway, in order to keep any unwanted interference at a minimum.”

Another orgasm, another scramble to fill a container. This time she’d grabbed a whole cooler, the kind you’d usually fill with lemonade. It would take longer to fill all the way, but something told me we’d be up for the challenge.

“Anyway,” she continued once Sebby’s cock had stopped spurting, “we figured that would be as good a time as any to infect the rest of them. Would also just be some good old fun, too.” The last bit was highlighted by her slurping Sebby’s cock back into her mouth. 

‘Fun, indeed,’ I thought. I’d have to try to get out there, time allowing. For now, we’ve already got a sticky job to enjoy. 

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