Perfect Score! (2)
“Pull out...? What do you mean, pull out...?”
Klea flinched as she asked me, her face flushed red. She couldn’t comprehend the unfamiliar pleasure crashing over her body for the first time, just twitching helplessly. That sight was stimulating me in all sorts of ways.
“A-And... what did you just... take out...? It feels... weird somehow...”
As I brought my horse cock near Klea, she shuddered as if sensing something and asked. If her eyes could see, she’d have caught sight of my cock—something intensely stimulating for any woman. A shame, really.
“It’s my dick. A horse dick, not a human one.”
“P-Pardon...? D-Dick...?”
Oh boy. She doesn’t even know that word? How do I explain this? ...Actually, no need. Considering what I’m about to do to her anyway...
“It’s a body part of mine. I’ll explain the details later. For now, just trust me like before.”
I brushed it off vaguely, helped Klea sit up, and positioned her leaning against the bedside shelf. Then I grabbed both her hands and wrapped them around my horse cock.
“Wh-What...? M-Master Sema’s arm...? No, this is...?”
“How’s it feel?”
At my question, Klea groped tentatively, exploring my horse cock. After fumbling in confusion for a while, she tilted her head with a puzzled expression and shared her impressions.
“Um... it’s so thick... hard yet soft... and really hot... throbbing... and... that smell...”
“You hate it?”
“...I-I don’t know... It’s incredibly intense... but weirdly, not unpleasant... no... it’s making me feel strange...”
Not unpleasant, huh... Even the saint candidate couldn’t resist her inner bitch.
“Wanna sniff it closer?”
I pressed my horse cock right up to her nose.
“Ah... ahh... huff... such a powerful smell... but... sniffing it makes my pee hole... tingle... like a weird itch...”
Klea flinched back at first from the cock near her face, but soon inched closer, inhaling deeply. She started crossing her legs a bit, then pressed her nose right against it, savoring the scent.
“Huff... haa... what a weird smell... but why does it...”
I’d half-expected this from Lizbet and Lianna, but my horse cock wasn’t just brutal in size and shape—it had something more.
“Wanna touch the balls here too?”
I guided her hand to my horse balls. Klea jolted, then began gently kneading them.
“B-Balls...? Feels like eggs inside some leathery sack... haa... firm yet springy...”
Sniffing my cock nonstop while fondling my balls, she looked like she was lovingly caressing it of her own accord. If a stranger saw, they’d think Klea craved it. I snapped a few pics of the scene, then pulled my cock away.
“Klea. Put your mouth on it.”
Drunk on the cock’s musk, Klea hesitated at my words as I pressed the flared horsehead to her lips, then parted them.
“Mwah...!? Wh-What’s this? Some liquid in my mouth...”
She’d kissed right on the slit of my trumpet-like glans. Startled by the precum, she pulled back quick. Wiping the strand stretching from her mouth to my urethra, she asked. With her level of sexual knowledge—probably zero even kisses—she’d just given my horse cock her first kiss after Lizbet. Essentia’s second woman to do so.
This was getting fun, toying with clueless, boozed-up, blind Klea.
“How’s the taste? Wanna sip more?”
“T-Taste...? Hmm... slurp... it’s weird... slimy and odd...”
She kissed the glans again, this time sucking the precum with a long, drawn-out smooch.
“Slurp... mwah... weird taste... but not bad... slurp... sticky and strange...”
Watching her slowly savor the precum in her mouth nearly made my cock explode. You’d think she’d catch on by now, but the size she felt kept her from realizing it was a dick? Booze helped, sure, but I wasn’t complaining.
“Klea. I need you to suck it. Can you do that for me?”
“P-Pardon...? S-Suck...? Um... why would I...”
“Sucking it’ll draw out something thicker than what you just tasted.”
Confusion crossed her face, but she soon giggled and nodded.
“I don’t get it, but... Master Sema wouldn’t do anything bad...”
She leaned in, gripped my horse cock with her hand, then paused in panic as she opened her mouth.
“B-But... will something this big fit in my mouth...?”
“It’s fine. Lizbet did it, and it went right in.”
“Lizbet did...?”
Reassured, she opened wide and worked the glans inside. At first, she fumbled cluelessly, rubbing her lips on it, then took a deep breath, stretched her jaw, and shoved it in.
“Good girl. Now suck.”
I stroked her head. Klea blushed, then started sucking awkwardly.
“Mmph... slurp... mmph...”
She sucked hard, but it stayed clumsy. Lizbet knew what it was and did it willingly; Klea had no clue what filled her mouth. Her tongue lapping precum from the slit was cute, but this’d take forever.
I pondered briefly, then gripped her head with both hands.
“Mmph...?”
She mumbled around the cock, like what’re you doing? But considering my plans post-tonight, a little roughness wouldn’t hurt. Hang in there, Klea.
I thrust my hips and hands forward, shoving my horse cock deep into her mouth.
“...!? Glrk...!?”
Caught off-guard, Klea’s eyes snapped open—unfocused blue orbs staring blankly. Her throat clenched, resisting, but I pushed harder. It gave way, opening to accept the brutal invader.
With force, her head tilted back, throat and mouth aligning straight—Klea skewered on my cock like a perfect spit. Tears welled as she rolled her eyes back, body quaking.
I snapped pics, ignored her slapping my thigh like take it out, and gripped her head again.
“Glrk...! Mmph...! Hnggh...!!”
Ignoring her pained gasps, I revved my hips full throttle.
“Glrk...! Gack...! Glrk...!?”
My waist pistoned, my brutal cock ravaging her throat and mouth roughly. Soon, her slapping hands went limp; eyes rolled back, she just trembled, accepting it with mouth and throat.
Her jaws clenched instinctively, but that weak bite only massaged my cock pleasurably.
“Gack...! Gurk...! Glp...! Hngh...!”
Each plunge bulged her throat rhythmically; her lungs heaved desperately for air. Was Lizbet like this her first time? Gotta make her recreate it next time.
“Glrk...! Hngk...! Gack...! Grk...!!!”
Klea couldn’t move tongue or lips anymore—just gaped open, taking the throat-fuck. But her tight passage clung each thrust, giving novel pleasure.
It built till my balls boiled.
“Klea...! Almost done...!”
“Hngh...! Gurk...! Hff...! Ungh...!”
Gazing at her slutty, tear-and-snot-smeared face, I floored it, pounding her throat. Sensing the surge, I slammed balls-deep.
“Glrk...!? Gack...! Cough...!?”
My balls clenched, pumping horse semen straight into her depths. Different from Lizbet, but a fresh thrill...
“Hff...!? Gack...! Pffh...! Ungh......”
As I savored the orgasm, semen backflowed from her mouth and nose. Her face went slack, consciousness fading. Half-lidded, teary blue eyes told the tale. Semen dribbled from cock-stuffed lips down her chin; nasal bursts inflated semen balloons with each gasp.
I snapped two shots of that conquering sight, then slowly withdrew.
“...Gurk...! Heok...! Hngk...! Hic...! Haak...!”
Finally free, Klea couldn’t close her mouth—lolling tongue out, drooling cum, gulping air. I took more pics of her flown-away mind, then covered her eyes with my cock for variety—even threw a V-sign like I’d seen somewhere.
Damn, these came out perfect. Better than expected.
I lightly slapped her cheek, rousing the twitching, passed-out Klea.
“Klea. Klea. Wake up.”
“Haa... haa... hng...?”
She stirred faintly. I hit record and asked.
“How’s the horse semen taste?”
“Hng... t-taste...?”
Still drooling cum, breathing heavy, she swallowed the load in her mouth and throat before answering.
“Hng... weird taste... so thick... sticky... and... and...”
Consciousness fuzzy, she trailed off, then grinned dopily.
“...it’s delicious...”
Perfect score, Klea.
I grinned contentedly, clutching the recorder.