Miss Emily looked out across the dusky summer sky above Oaken - the futanari district sparkling below. She sat waiting in her newly assigned office in the Jewell Manor. A soft knock drew her eyes to the door before she invited Lady Dove and Miss Clara inside.
The pair joined Miss Emily at her desk Lady Dove was wearing her usual long skirt and tight-buttoned up dress. Both Miss Clara and Miss Emily were in their personalised maid outfits. Their was an air of excitement between the three futa.
"I'm happy to announce that master William's subservience to futanari is now certain."
Miss Clara exchanged a knowing glance with Lady Dove. Miss Clara had to ask:
"You had the privilege of experiencing it first hand, I suppose?"
"The master was very forth coming. His desires match ours."
"Then its time to move forward with his preparation." Lady Dove stated clearly.
Miss Emily nodded.
"As master William's head maid, his most senior futanari, and his personal teacher - I believe it is our responsibility to direct his training. If there is another futa you think suitable, name her now."
Miss Clara contemplated for a moment.
"Beatrice would be too excitable. She acts on desire. No. I think us three are best suited for this. Three is a reasonable count."
Lady Dove nodded. "I agree. Less chance for disagreement, but still able to vote without a stalemate."
"Then let us begin our first meeting to decide master William's fate. I would first like to start with a concern we all share."
"His rapid submission to our pheromones." Miss Clara voiced.
"Indeed. Master William's mind has been plyable, but his body cannot accept all of our sizes. I fear he will be overzealous in his worship and hurt himself.
"He has all the makings of a Size-King." Miss Clara confirmed.
"But he must be taught restraint." Lady Dove added.
"Miss Clara, we may require your skills in the coming months."
"Its been too long since I've had a male to train."
"And Lady Dove." Miss Emily turned to William's tutor.
"He needs to learn a great deal. Books can only teach him so much. I will begin to shift his lessons to become more - 'hands-on.' With your approval of course."
Lady Dove turned to look at both Miss Emily and Miss Clara. They nodded in agreement.
"Next: his physical changes. With the growing sciences and full control of his diet, we are in a unique position to form him to our liking."
"That is why you had the maids fill out that outlandish survey, Miss Emily?" Miss Clara smiled.
"Indeed. It appears the entire staff desire William to fill out his rear, become more flexible, and a few request his lips more plump."
"Hmm..." Lady Dove was thinking. "It's a good thing they aren't calling to totally feminize him. His mother would undoubtedly notice."
Miss Emily nodded.
"Changes will be discrete. Mrs Rottah was already offered to tailor clothes to obscure his growing size."
"She knows?" Miss Clara asked.
"She guessed and was certain of her guess." Miss Emily reassured Miss Clara.
"Half of the district will be making guesses like that after his latest party." Lady Dove mocked.
"The sooner master William is taught discipline the better." Miss Clara added.
"We all have things we need to prepare before we can discuss more. Until then I think we should busy ourselves with William's new regiment. Is there anything anything else we should discuss before we end our council?"
"Miss Gracelynn has been very - proactive - around the young master." Miss Clara stated.
"And that is important... because?" Miss Emily asked innocently.
"You aren't concerned about Miss Florence Lockwood sinking her teeth into William?" Lady Dove asked.
"William has evaded Miss Lockwood's seduction twice. I believe Miss Grace's proactive attitude is the product of her own feelings. Not her mother's."
"That's a concern of its own." Lady Dove noted.
"I suspect Miss Grace wishes to wed the master." Miss Clara added.
"She will have about twenty futa to compete over the master's hand." Miss Emily joked.
The two other futa smiled.
"Ourselves included." Miss Clara elbowed Lady Dove in the side.
"Let's not abuse our position of power." Lady Dove returned the elbow poke.
"Alright! All is sorted for now. We will meet in a week, same place, same time. Now that our meeting has concluded, I do have one last thing to confess."
Miss Emily leaned backwards, inviting the other two futa to gaze over her desk.
"There are four members of this council tonight."
Tucked between Miss Emily's thighs - with her flaccid girlcock resting in his mouth - was the young master William.
Miss Clara closed her eyes and laughed. Lady Dove was in a state of disbelief.
"You think it wise to have him listen to us, Miss Emily?" Lady Dove asked.
"Actually, as master of the house, he requested this. It wasn't my decision."
"G-good evening ladies." William kneeled upwards, somewhat nervous.
"Good evening, young master." Miss Clara and Lady Dove responded.
"Are you enjoying our talk, naughty master?" Miss Clara asked.
William nodded.
"I'm in very good hands. I look forward to my continued training. M-may I give you all a departing kiss?"
Both Miss Clara and Miss Emily looked at Lady Dove. She hesitated.
"I assure you, Lady Dove, William will accept your body like any other. There is nothing to fear."
Lady Dove nodded.
William was on his hands and knees; crawling under the table. Miss Clara's cock was the closest. William had watched her place her shaft over her nuts so the tip of her cock didn't touch the floor.
A chaste kiss against the shaft was too amateur for William now. Instead, he slowly eased Miss Clara's tip towards his mouth. Her naked cock - released from its cock-sock at the end of her shift - was pulsing for him. William's lips outstretched to meet her foreskin. It was slick with pre-cum and a fresh glob of stickiness was just emerging from the slit. William locked his lips within her foreskin and then began to french-kiss her glands. Her taste was intoxicating and moreish. One lick demanded another and then another and then another and then...
"This is exactly why the master needs training as soon as possible. Look at the sheer greed on display."
William parted his lips from her tip and smiled.
"S-sorry. You taste so sweet I can't help myself."
Miss Clara's cock jumped up to smack William's face. He smiled.
"Maybe Miss Clara also needs training?" William said playfully.
He winked at her before turning to crawl to Lady Dove's skirt. Her lower half was fully covered by the frilly layers of her dress. William paused in front of her.
"May I? Lady Dove?"
Lady Dove took a second, but nodded.
"Allow me, William."
Lady Dove griped the fabric and began to lift her skirt. William had no idea what to expect. He had encountered knots, medial-rings, thicker-than-they-were-longer cocks, and longer-than-they-were-thicker cocks. What on earth could Lady Dove be hiding?
When her average-sized - for a futa - girlcock slapped down onto William's face he was slightly disappointed and confused. It looked deliciously thick and its curve was beautiful, but why was Lady Dove so worried about...
William then learned Lady Dove's secret. To his surprise, a second cock came slapping down on top of the first one. William gasped in sharp. Two cocks? William had to have a closer look. He grabbed each shaft and rolled them in his palm. The lower one was longer and thicker than the upper one. They met at Lady Dove's pubic mound near the same point. William looked down to discover Lady Dove also possessed an extra set of testicles. Four balls were contained in her single nutsack and rested next to each other.
"Y-you will have your lesson on diphallism soon, William. I-I hope you will be curious as always."
William looked up in glee.
"I can't wait, Lady Dove. Your body is..."
Lady Dove waited anxiously.
"Amazing! T-two cocks? Double the fun, right? Do they cum together or..."
"Master William? Lady Dove has places to be." Miss Emily voiced under the table.
"N-no, that's alright. T-thank you, William. I can always trust you to be open minded."
"Always, Lady Dove."
William lowered himself to the pair of cocks and gently squeezed them together. He gave a deep long smooch to the lower cock, and then three pecks to the upper one.
"Until our next lesson, Lady Dove."
"Until our next lesson, my naughty student."
>
The trio of futa that now governed William's submission knew the dangers that could come with it. Many men went girlcock-crazy if exposed to too much futanari love at once. Certain individuals grew so needy they surrendered themselves to the most virile futa they could find. All that mattered to them was having a meaty futa-shaft to suck. Consequences be damned. The futanari of Jewell estate were steadfast in their commitment to protect young master William from such a fate.
The fatal error they made was not communing with Miss Beatrice at all. Given the chance to speak, she would have confessed a secret ritual only her and William knew of. She was still - and had been for the past few months - leaving a jar full of cum for him most nights. Caught up in the excitement of her master's submission, Miss Emily failed to notice Miss Beatrice's balls were much smaller than usual. A sure sign she had somewhere - or someone - to pump all her seed into.
While William longed to drink straight from Miss Beatrice's long, hard 'tap', the thrill of their secret ritual fed his desires plenty. Miss Beatrice would give William a secret signal during the day so he would know. Those nights, he sneaked into that same storage room, dropped to his knees, and drunk from his jar of cum.
Lost in a stupor of arousal and need, William failed to notice the changes in his 'drinking' habits. Each night he drunk faster. Each night the globs of Miss Beatrice's secret lady-nut sludged down his throat a little easier. One jar should have been excessive - more than enough for a man of William's modest size, but William could feel his need growing. One jar wasn't enough.
One fateful night, William's gluttony defeated his willpower. There was the jar, emptied in less than twenty minutes, sitting in front of William. Post-orgasm - the scent alone able to bring his sensitive body to climax - his mind was clear, yet intoxicated with futa pheromones.
"M-more..."
The thick sticky white cream drowned both his lips and his mind. His tongue licked the last residue of seed. If someone had asked how much William needed, he would have said:
"More... All of it..."
He wanted to drown in the stuff. He wanted to see all twelve shelves that stood above him packed full with jars of freshly ejaculated cum. William's body was shaking with need.
"What if I... just go down and... ask for some..."
In an attempt to shelter William from the less pleasant parts of futanari culture, Lady Dove had not taught him about cum-drunkness. It wasn't an exaggeration when futanari called their seed intoxicating. Neither Lady Dove nor Miss Emily believed William would have access to enough cum to achieve the mind-melting state. They were painfully wrong.
In a future lesson with Lady Dove, he would learn that cum-drunkness was a deeply arousing state achieved when one consumed a huge volume of futanari ejaculate. Usually it had to be around the drinker's body weight. In William's case, his nightly drinking had slowly added up over time.
"Cum-drunkness makes a person's mind and body focus on one singular goal: to drink even more seed, only deepening the effect. It can become an endless cycle of seeking a source, draining that source, and then repeating. Futanari can go into 'overproduction' if under enough stress or if they abstain from masturbation. It's believed that cum-drunkness is a response to an overproducing futa - a way to assist a futa in need. Tests have shown a male can consume ten times his normal limit while under the effect - able to totally drain an overproducing futa."
"The drawback? A cum-drunk individual is left in a completely vulnerable state. They become extremely susceptible to coercion. Females take longer to shake off the effects, but are more resistant to manipulation. Males are the opposite. They are able to recover quickly, but are physically helpless while the effects last."
Sadly that lesson would be taught too late. With only his own desires to guide him, William made his way down into the futanari quarters of his home.
Previous inspections gave him a mental map of the floor, but he was definitely less familiar with this floor than the others. This level belonged to his futa - William liked giving them their own space, free from the presence of their master. Little did he know, the futanari longed for the day he would come crawling into their den.
With his senses heightened, William's nose guided him to Miss Beatrice's private bedroom. It was her cum that had intoxicated him. It was her cum he wanted the most. Careless as ever, Miss Beatrice had left her door unlocked. Or did she do that on purpose, perhaps?
The sun had set hours ago and the half moon was rising. The faint smell of blown-out candles danced inside Miss Beatrice's bedroom. Her room was small and modest. In the moon-lit darkness, William couldn't make out much detail. Thankfully, the thing he longed to find was no small thing.
Even covered in thick sheets, Miss Beatrice's cock made its size known. A long, enormous mound rose up between her legs. William's eyes dilated.
"M-Miss Beatrice? Wake up. Please. I need..."
William was gently whispering so no other futa heard. The walls were thick, but he feared being discovered all the same. The effects of his cum-drunkness were fading with time, giving him reason. He felt a stirring in his heart. He thought of leaving and returning to his own bedroom. Then Miss Beatrice turned in her sleep.
As the sheets shifted, her legs became the pillars to a small cavern. William heard a slumping movement within. Miss Beatrice's cock slammed down into the bed - emerging from the cave like a great beastly snake. A waft of raw futanari pheromones washed over William's face. His whole body quivered. Any thoughts of leaving vanished.
"Y-you said... I could come and visit whenever I wanted..."
William crawled onto the bed and moved between Miss Beatrice's parted legs.
"And Miss Emily said... futanari love to wake up to... a mouth around their... cock."
William lower himself into the sheets and pushed out his lips towards Miss Beatrice's dick.
"P-please, Miss Beatrice... I need you..."
By pure coincidence, Miss Beatrice was having a dream about the very male that was inching closer to her girlcock. The dream started like most she had involving William - with him confessing his undying love for her meaty boy-breaker. He had dropped to his knees to declare how pathetic and worthless he felt without her. In response, Miss Beatrice had picked him up and coddled him. Dream-William couldn't suffocate when locked between her breasts and Miss Beatrice took advantage of this. She carried him around the entire estate showing off her favourite little boy, while he humping into her desperately. Without fail these dreams inevitably concluded with her bringing William down to her bedroom and throwing him onto her bed. He felt so weightless in her dreams. Before a single word could come from his cute lips, she jumped onto him. Locking her arms around him, he was totally trapped in her loving embrace.
When Dream-William started to slip downwards - closer to her cock - reality and dream started to blend together. Miss Beatrice's body jumped. His lips didn't usually feel so warm. His moans were sluttier than usual. This dream was far lewder than the others. Miss Beatrice thanked the Goddess.
William didn't have to work hard before the sweet white nectar came leaking from Miss Beatrice's cock. Despite emptying herself into a jar nearly every night, her balls were still busy at work. Such was the curse of a futanari. If they abstained from masturbating, their cum would build up and swell their nuts huge. If they frequently drained themselves, their globes were sent a simple message: 'Make even more!' No matter what a futa did, she would always be at war with her overzealous cum-tanks.
"Drain me, slutty-master. Mama has so much seed and it's all for you." Miss Beatrice mumbled in her sleep.
William - with a cock in his mouth and cum on his mind - believed that Miss Beatrice had woken up. Instead of being upset, she sounded in a state of bliss.
'S-she likes it?" William thought to himself.
Miss Beatrice shifted again, now sealing William under the sheets with her. Her pheromones would only concentrate in the small bubble around William's head. Now totally blind, he relied on touch to guide him. Miss Beatrice's cock was rapidly growing from half-to-full erection. William had to crawl up Miss Beatrice's body to keep her leaking tip in his mouth. While adoring her cock, his mind also savoured her plump touch. Her body was invitingly big. Miss Beatrice's dream was quite close to reality: her full frame could indeed envelop William whole. His touch began to slowly wake her from her dream.
As William crawled further and further, his erect cock caught under Miss Beatrice's nuts. Their pillowy warmth wrapped around his shaft and he let out a small whine. His hips demanded more and bucked forward. William's tip brushed against a slick, wet entrance. Miss Beatrice's finally awoke.
"W-wha..."
"Miss Beatrice... It's me... William."
Miss Beatrice wondered if this was one of those dreams where you wake up into another dream. She closed and opened her eyes. All she could see was a large bump under the sheets. She lifted the edge up to reveal her naughty master. The moon-light reflected into his eyes. Miss Beatrice took in a sharp breath. If this was a dream, she wasn't going to waste it.
"You really should ask for permission before sucking a sleeping-futa's cock, master William."
"D-don't you like it?"
William's face was painted with genuine sadness. The thought of upsetting a futa; of not properly pleasing her made his heart sink. Miss Beatrice didn't have the malice to play pretend.
"I-I was only teasing you, sweet William. Your lips are softer than clouds. Did you miss Mama that much?"
"M-miss... Mama didn't leave me enough cum... I want... more..."
"Such a greedy little thing, aren't you?"
William pouted.
"That's alright, sweetie. Mama will provide. But first, tell me: is it true? Did you really submit to us? Do you serve futanari girlcock now?"
William nodded.
"Shouldn't that be obvious, Miss Beatrice? Is my submission... not clear?" William slapped Miss Beatrices tip against his cheek.
"Show Mama. Show Mama just how much you love girlcock."
Untrained, but filled with desire, William locked his eyes with Miss Beatrice's and slowly opened his mouth. His body knew it was in the presence of a futa. William's prostate was pulsing, his fully erect cock was throbbing, and - soon to be revealed to Miss Beatrice - his mouth was producing an excess of spit. William stuck out his thick tongue from his soft lips and showed Miss Beatrice just how much his body was responding to hers.
A constant river of saliva coated his tongue and collected at the narrow tip. Had William kept his mouth closed - and abstained from swallowing - his mouth would have filled with his own spit in less than thirty seconds. Such is the effect of futanari pheromones. There was a common saying in futanari culture: 'The bigger the girlcock, the thicker the drool."
If William had been able to take Miss Beatrice's full length, then he would have needed every drop of his drool. But neither his jaw nor his throat were ready for her girth. William's body had limits. His mind however did not. Once William had drowned Miss Beatrice's shaft in his mouth-lube, he was ready to show her his devotion.
"M-master William? I've never seen you so..."
Miss Beatrice had to press a pillow into her face to stop herself from screaming in pleasure. William was forcing his head down onto her hung girlcock. Squirm, gag, or shiver - if he could squeeze another inch of Miss Beatrice's girlcock in his mouth, he was going to do it. The first quarter of her spit-coated cock vanished into William's maw.
"My Goddess!" Miss Beatrice mumbled into the pillow.
William had no finesse when sucking her cock. It was a raw, rough mouth fucking because that's all he knew - that's all he wanted. Her bulbous tip slammed into the back of his throat and William intuitively tilted his head back to allow entry. Frustratingly, Miss Beatrice was simply too thick to go any deeper, but that didn't stop William from swallowing as much ladydick as his throat could endure.
"W-william? Goddess, where did you learn to act like this?"
Miss Beatrice had to pull her young master off her cock. William refused to be parted from her glistening shaft. Miss Beatrice looked into William's eyes.
"Oh! You silly thing. You cum-drunk naughty-boy."
William wasn't responding - he was far too busy licking up and down Miss Beatrice's shaft.
"Well there's only one remedy for that. Master William, come here. Climb on top of me."
William was like clay in her hands. She could have commanded him to do anything and he would have obeyed without question. His cock brushed past Miss Beatrice's nuts as he was lifted up.
"L-like this, Miss Beatrice? What are we doing? I really miss the taste of your cock."
"I know, sweetie. I know. But you've been a very silly boy and drunk too much seed. Or well... I was also quite silly giving you so much. Nevermind. I'll take responsibility of my cum-slut."
Miss Beatrice lay on her back while William climbed on top of her. Lack of coordination - thanks to the cum-drunkness - made him fall forward and grab onto Miss Beatrice's parted breasts.
"S-sorry, Mama."
"No, no. That's perfect, actually. Hold on to my nipples, master William. Grip them tight. Mama can... oh Goddess... Mama can take it."
In all the excitement, Miss Beatrice's nipples had already grown fully erect. They were clamped between William's fingers as he gripped into her bosom.
"Now, you're going to grind across Mama's cock, okay?"
"G-grind?"
"Have your legs come down by my sides... Just like that... feel my shaft below your hips?... roll your lower half back and forth over my cock, sweetie."
William followed her directions. When his naked gooch brushed over a thick cock-vein, his entire body shook. He let out a small high-pitched squeak.
"Quiet, my master. I know it feels good, but please. We mustn't be discovered."
"D-does it feel good for you too, Miss- Mama?"
"Oh, I can't tell you how amazing it feels. Keep rolling. Slowly now. Slowly."
"B-but I want to drink your..."
"I know, sweetie. But you need to do this first, okay? Don't hold back. I want my sweetie to squirt all over me with his seed. Can you do that for me?"
William began to bounce slightly on Miss Beatrice's shaft. With each jump, he tightened his grip around Miss Beatrice's breasts. Pulling them closer, it was Miss Beatrice's turn to let out a high-pitched moan.
"M-Mama? I'm going to cum. I can feel it. Where-where should I?"
"Don't worry about that, sweetie. Make a mess. Anywhere. Everywhere. Just release as much as you can. Do it for me, okay?"
"Y-yes! Miss Bea... I - it feels too good. Your cock is so hard and powerful and I just want to... I'm going to... Miss Beatrice your cock is so good!"
Miss Beatrice could feel William clench his ass-cheeks as he locked his legs around her body. His hips darted back and forth in short-sharp motions. His entire body was like jelly when he finally came all over Miss Beatrice's face. At the height of his orgasm, he arched his back and rolled his neck back. Masturbating to futa; being teased by futa - that made William leak like crazy. But this? Grinding across her shaft and bouncing for futa? A new level of pleasure had been unlocked for the young man.
Tricked into ejaculating, William quickly fell into exhaustion. Miss Beatrice knew he would collapse afterwards. It was the most reliable way of fighting cum-drunkness. William would sleep off the temporary effects and wake up clear-minded. Well, that depended on exactly how cum-drunk he was.
Miss Beatrice caught William as he began to fall onto her. She planted his face under her neck and ushered him into sleep.
"I'm so sorry, master William. I lost track of how much cum I was giving you. Will you ever forgive me?"
"M-miss Beatrice?... You tasted so good... I just wanted more..."
"You are a sweet little thing. A sweet little thing that is very vulnerable to futa. If it was just us, I would have pumped you full until you passed out - belly bulging with my thick seed."
"You... you could still do that..."
"Don't tempt me, master William. If I was younger - more stupid - I wouldn't have been able to resist. Even with all my experience, I must confess... You make me want to make bad decisions. You make me want to do unspeakable things to your helpless body. But you have an entire staff of futa that need tending to. Not just me."
"Did I do... something wrong?"
"Not at all, William. The fault lies with me. You were just following your cum-loving nature. I was too greedy with you."
"Please... don't be too hard on... yourself."
"Don't worry about that, master. Miss Emily will chastise me plenty. Rest now. Tomorrow is another day..."
Miss Beatrice leaned in to whisper into William's ear.
"You cum-addicted cock-sucker."
William whimpered, then gradually fell into dreams.
>
When Miss Emily found William's bed empty the next morning, she was a little concerned. When she spent an hour looking through the entire house - not able to find the young master - she became highly worried. When she summoned the entire staff to begin a search, her fear was growing out of control. And then she noticed that one maid was missing: Miss Beatrice.
Miss Emily narrowed her eyes, dismissed the - extremely confused - maids, and stormed straight to Miss Beatrice's bedroom.
When Miss Beatrice woke up, there was a dark figure standing beside her bed. Terrifying red eyes were glaring down at her. For a second, she thought the grim reaper had come to claim her soul.
"Beatrice? Explain why I cannot find master William."
Miss Emily's voice was controlled, but hid a wrathful anger.
Miss Beatrice nervously pulled the cover up to her neck.
"Oh? Well. He must be... in the garden? Have you checked in the garden?"
"Four times."
Miss Beatrice nervously smiled.
In an instant, Miss Emily pulled back the bed cover to reveal William - the little spoon tucked into Miss Beatrice's belly. Her lower breast was serving as a cushion for him while the higher breast rolled over William's cheek. Her cock was flaccid between his legs. William's thighs were holding on tight to her flaccid shaft.
Miss Emily's eye began to twitch. She sighed.
"I trust you had an - eventful night - with the young master?"
"A-actually, there is something we need to discuss."
When Miss Beatrice confessed about the cum-jar and William's subsequent cum-drunkness, Miss Emily was not surprised.
"Y-you too?" she said, confusion mixed in her voice.
"Me too? What does that mean?"
Miss Emily turned to look at William. She spent a few seconds thinking about something.
"Beatrice. I believe we are being tricked."
"How so?"
"William accepted to secretly drink your cum from that jar. Only a month ago, he requested I do something similar."
Miss Beatrice's eyes were now fully open in shock.
"Furthermore, I am not the only futa that was given this request..."
"And you believed you were the only futa - providing him with seed?"
"As did Miss Clara. And Miss Julia. They only told me yesterday."
"H-how many jars has the young master been...?"
"That, only he can answer."
>
Seven. The answer was seven. Seven futanari, masturbating into seven different jars in seven different storage rooms. William had felt devious - almost evil - when tricking his maids into providing their fresh sticky cum for him. But his growing need was becoming too much. The call to gulp down load after load of futanari nut echoed in his mind throughout the entire day. He didn't feel right until he had drunk his first sticky helping.
When Miss Emily extracted the names from an half-awake William, she noticed a common trait among the futa. They were the most virile maids with the thickest seed and the plumpest nuts. William promised he hadn't selected them on purpose, he just followed his gut feeling. Miss Emily believed him. Cum-thirsty males were often drawn towards futa that could provide them the most seed.
Miss Beatrice's jar was always the fullest. Only a few other maids were able to rival her output volume. However, other maids had thicker seed, more sweet, more salty, or with a more potent aroma. Had all the futa produced the same amount as Miss Beatrice, William would be in danger of total cum-drunk mindlessness. Thankfully, the seven jars William had been secretly chugging from were of different sizes. Miss Emily didn't dare think how close her young master had come to the edge of losing himself.
Miss Emily, Clara, and Lady Dove had an emergency meeting. William sat on Miss Beatrice's bed obediently - Miss Emily wasn't letting him out of her sight in case he found a new source of cum to guzzle. The three futa were clearly upset, but it wasn't all directed at William.
"We underestimated his need." Miss Emily confessed.
"William was lucky Beatrice knew what to do, any other futa and he might have..."
"Let's focus on what to do next." Miss Clara declared.
The three futa nodded. William had been kept in Miss Beatrice's bedroom so that none of the other maids suspected his presence. If they knew William was crawling down into their quarters and sucking cock at random they would have been furious. Furious it wasn't their bedroom he crawled into.
"Forget easing him into his new lessons. He's mentally ready." Miss Clara offered.
Lady Dove nodded. "I agree. It's a greater risk to leave him untrained. Who knows what trouble he would get into."
William twiddled his thumbs. Miss Beatrice had been sent away to her work - so no suspicion would be raised. The three futa were all looking sly at William while discussing his fate.
"Punishment?" Miss Emily asked.
Miss Clara tilted her head.
"Master William strikes me as someone who would enjoy punishment, not resent it."
"I concur." Lady Dove added.
William started to blush. He had never heard his maids talk about him like this. It felt like he wasn't in the room. Like he was some object of discussion, instead of their master.
"But it's worth a try. He needs to learn self-control." Miss Emily turned to Miss Clara.
"Can we trust you, Miss Clara, to appropriately discipline the young master?"
Miss Clara smiled. She 'hum'-ed to herself in thought. While looking William straight in the eyes she bit her lip.
"I can do better than that. I can teach our maids some self control too. Two birds, one stone."
"Perfect. For the rest of the day, master William will be your responsibility, Miss Clara."
Miss Emily turned to William.
"Does the young master have any objections?"
William shook his head.
"Good. Because even if you did..." Miss Emily leaned in to whisper.
"They would be worthless coming from your cum-stained lips."
William's body jumped up and he licked his lips. Sure enough, there was a thick drop waiting to be cleaned.
The three futanari giggled as one.
"We will be removing your hidden stashes of cum, master William." Miss Emily declared. "Please refrain from requesting any other maids to fill them. Behave yourself and we might allow the ritual in the future."
"I'll reorganize his lesson structure. Miss Clara? Please ensure William is able to think clearly during our studies."
The two futa departed, leaving Miss Clara and William alone together. For a few anxious minutes, Miss Clara simply watched William. He squirmed under her gave. She then sat down next him - still dressed in his nightwear.
"Was it fun, master William?"
William looked to her in confusion.
"Did you enjoy being cum-drunk?"
William felt like this was a trap. He trusted his instinct and gave a diplomatic answer.
"Miss Beatrice enjoyed herself."
Miss Clara smiled.
"Don't give me that kind of answer, master. Were we really that scary? I'm sorry if our act was too intense. We just need you to understand the danger of drinking excessive volumes of futa-spunk."
William bowed his head.
"S-sorry. I didn't know."
"Exactly. You didn't know. We are partly to blame as well. You're our responsibility."
"A-and you're my responsibility too! I want to make sure you are all... tended to."
Miss Clara ran her fingers through William's hair.
"I promise, I won't do it again."
"No, no, no, master William. That's the thing."
Miss Clara leaned her shoulder into William's.
"You are going to do it again. So many more times. And with so much more cum. The more you drink the greater your tolerance becomes. We just need to know how much seed your drinking. Too much and you'll drown in pleasure. You'll become a fuck-pet."
"A-a fuck-pet?"
"A mindless male with no thoughts except for pleasuring girlcock and drinking futa-nut."
William looked down at the ground, his voice soft and barely audible.
"But... I... that..."
"Speak clearly when talking to a futa, master William."
William swallowed and repeated himself louder.
"But what if I want that? T-to be... a mindless male?"
"You have no idea what that means, my sweet master. You would be a toy. Nothing. Just an object with no free will. I admire your devotion to futanari, but you aren't destined to become a fuck-pet. It would be a waste."
"A waste?"
"Your kindness, your passion, it would all vanish. You are so much more than a fuck-pet. But, since my master requested it, there is another path."
William's eyes lit up with hope.
"We aren't going to let you become a fuck-pet. But we could still treat you like one."
A drop of pre-cum squirted out of William's half-erect cock, staining his already cum covered pyjamas. The way Miss Clara was looking at him was totally different. Her imposing height towered over him and her eyes looked - predatory. William froze like a helpless bunny ready to be jumped by some great wolf or seized by the talons of a hawk.
"You are, after all, still our master. All you would need to do: is ask."
William felt like he was being guided into a trap.
"I-is this my punishment?" William hesitated.
"That depends on your answer, William."
That was the first time Miss Clara hadn't used 'master' when addressing William directly. He could feel his heart beating through his chest. Miss Clara's breath ticked his ear.
"W-would my maids enjoy treating me like a... a fuck-toy?"
"Master William. The fact that you always think about us bring me great happiness. But just for now, just for today: I want you to think about what 'you' want. Not us."
William's protection had been pulled away. So often he hid behind the idea of doing things for his maid's benefit. Now he was being invited to reveal his own desires. His own needs.
"M-miss Clara... please... treat me like I'm nothing. Not your master. Not a high-born. Treat me like some helpless male in love with futa cum."
"Like a cum-obssessed bitch-boy?"
William shivered in pleasure.
"Y-yes."
"Say it."
"T-treat me like a-a-a cum-obssessed bitch-boy."
"As you wish, fuck-toy."
William wasn't prepared for Miss Clara's unrestrained strength. Most futanari have bountiful hips and - until that point - William had assumed it was genetic. As Miss Clara's shaft smacked across his face with impossible power he realized his assumption had been half-wrong. Genetics played their part, but those hips had been trained by the countless hours of carrying around a hung ladydick. The torque required to swing such a meaty package required both natural vigour and tamed power. William nearly fell onto his side from the impact alone.
Shock painted across William's face. Miss Clara had a dark grin on her face.
"Is the fuck-toy re-thinking his choice?"
"A-again."
Miss Clara stood proudly above him, hands on her hips.
"Again, what?"
"A-again, please, mistress Clara."
"Better, but this is a punishment, fuck-toy. You forgot that very quickly. Did my girlcock smack the thoughts out of your cute little head?"
Miss Clara rolled her hips, guiding her bitch-breaking cock an inch from William's gasping lips.
"Agh! No touching."
William swallowed deep as the scent of her pre-cum emerged from her foreskin.
"Futanari like a man with self control. Not just a brainless bitch, but a toy that can maximise our pleasure. Anticipation is an important part of excitement, don't you think, fuck-toy?"
"N-no, Mistress. Fuck-toys don't think. W-we obey."
Miss Clara bit her lip.
"You always have an answer, master William. But I can tell you're struggling."
William was trying to hide his shaking. He gripped his thighs in an attempt to stabilize himself, but the tremors kept coming. Every fibre of his being demanded that he reached out and touch...
Once again, William felt the full force of Miss Clara's cock smacking across his cheek. He was so entranced by her dominating cock, he didn't even flinch. His body accepted her meat clapping into his face.
"Use those sweet words of yours, fuck-toy. Thank me. Praise my cock. Tell me what you want."
"I-I want to feel your heat on my face. I want you to stain me with your cum. P-please. I want to drown in your scent."
"Drown, hmm? Is it just my scent you adore so?"
"N-no. It's all of you. Every time you pass me, I can feel my body respond. Your aroma; your musk; your b-boy-breaking pheromones! I want all of them. Only for me."
"Such a greedy fuck-toy."
Miss Clara had returned her cock to dangle in front of William's face. Every second felt like an hour to William. His body was now going mad from the teasing. It was screaming for girlcock. The only thing that held William back was a deep longing. A deep longing to impress Miss Clara; to prove he could be everything she needed him to be. For all of them.
"Floor."
Miss Clara pointed down with her cock. The command was clear enough. William lowered himself to kneel on the wooden floor.
"Hands and feet."
William was beyond hesitation. Total obedience became easier with each passing day.
"Follow."
Miss Clara opened the door to Miss Beatrice's bedchamber and stepped out. Instead of taking William towards the stairs upstairs, she walked further into the maid's quarters. As William crawled deeper into the den, the potency of leftover pheromones intensified. Crawling on all fours felt unnatural, but he longed to be as close to Miss Clara as possible. Looking up for approval, William was instead greeted with a glorious view of Miss Clara's balls bouncing between her thighs. Miss Clara glanced into a mirror while walking and smiled when she saw the pure arousal on her master's face.
"Here we are, pet."
William was so engrossed with his mistress, he failed to notice where she had walked him. They were in a laundry room - specifically the room where the futa stored their yet-to-be-washed clothes. Large fabric baskets hung from the walls. Miss Clara guided William towards one in particular.
"Go on. Have a look."
Inside the basket, a mountain of cock-socks were waiting for William. The classic black-socks mixed with the newer lace ones. Sizes - both length and girth - twirled around each other like a pile of varied snakes.
"My fuck-toy said he wanted to 'drown' in our scent, yes?"
William, with his hands on the edge of the basked, turned to look up at Miss Clara. The way she was smiling down at him - her imposing height only more powerful from down below - made him squirt pre-cum from his tip. He whined like a pup.
"Awww! Acting like a bitch already? It just comes so naturally to you."
William fully accepted his role and began to moan.
"Sit."
William fell backwards onto his ass.
"Hands up."
William curled his fists forwards to look like paws.
"Hump."
William looked confused.
"Hump the air like a worthless little bitch pretending to fuck."
William pumped his hips back and worth.
"Tongue out."
Much to Miss Clara's surprise, William seemed to have no shame. She ran him through her standard humiliating routine, but William never faltered. It would normally take a week before a male could 'play-bitch' fully. Miss Clara made no attempt to hide her glee.
"Such an obedient fuck-toy bitch! Aren't you? Yes you are!"
William's hips were spamming with pleasure from the praise.
"In that case, we can move straight to the next stage."
William was breathing deep, anxiously awaiting Miss Clara's next command.
"I can see your boy-clit is rock hard, fuck-pet. Your training ends when you cum. Understand?"
William nodded feverishly.
"Maids need to breath air. Masters need to breath air. But fuck-toys? Do you think a fuck-toy needs to breath? Deserves to breathe, master William?"
William shook his head.
"That's right. So until you become a true fuck-toy, we need to train your lungs."
Miss Clara grabbed William's hair and pushed his head over the cock-sock basket.
"Ready? Three... Two... One..."
What Miss Clara had failed to explain to William was that this basket was the 'used' basket. As his face was pushed down into the mass of cotton and pre-cum, he recognized multiple scents. One maid in particular had a rather potent seed which smelled like coffee. As Miss Clara pushed his face deeper into the mass, William' nose identified Miss Emily and Miss Beatrice's pungent nut. As he started to run out of air, he was forced to breath through the fabrics. There wasn't enough air, but William didn't care about that. He wanted his maid's pheromones to flood his sniffing nose.
When William was rescued from the cock-socks, he believed this was his moment to breathe. Before he could take his first gasp, Miss Clara - with her free hand lifting her cock up - pushed William between her legs; directly into her hanging nutsack. The rush William felt as he inhaled Miss Clara's fresh musk was overwhelming. She was allowing him air, but only air tainted with her flowing love.
"Don't get comfortable, fuck-pet. Three..."
William wanted more. More! His tongue jumped out and started to lap away at Miss Clara's glistening nuts.
"Two..."
Gasping and moaning like a whore, William wasn't even listening to her countdown.
"One..."
William's face was returned to the basket's contents.
For an hour, this cycle continued. Miss Clara was amazed by William's endurance and continued zeal. She feared that she was pushing him too hard, but every time she eased the training, William only moaned for more. Both Miss Clara's nuts and the bed of cock-socks were intoxicating his mind. He didn't know which one he liked more, but that didn't matter. Miss Clara was making sure he got plenty of both.
"Getting close, fuck-pet? I can see you leaking."
William was holding back as much as he could. If he fully accepted the stream of pleasure washing over him, he would cum in an instant. He wanted it to last as long as possible; he wanted it to last forever. He dreamed that his maids were surrounding him, each taking their turn to shove his face into their full nuts.
In his delirium, William didn't notice a handful of maids enter the laundry room. Miss Clara invited them in and commanded them to remain quiet. The lucky futa looked at each other and grinned. They pulled out their cocks and waited for their master's gasping neediness.
"Ready, ladies? Don't hold back. Follow my lead."
On the edge of orgasm, William came rushing forward - seeking his next pair of girlnuts. Instead five girlcocks slammed across his face one after the other. William was locked to his knees while the futa all slapped their shafts back and forth. One cheek after the other, William's face was painted with their leaking precum.
"And together!"
William's willpower was gone. As his maids all pushed their cocks together and forced their master to huff their collective pheromones, his mind popped. Miss Clara watched as her master painted the laundry floor with his much-deserved cumshot. Passing out into a grove of erect girlcocks, William's vision faded as he whined and kissed aimlessly for their shafts.
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To say the maids were confused about how to treat their young master was an understatement. Over the last week, Miss Emily had first told them to tease him. Then after the cum-jar incident, they were told to hold back and show their traditional level of respect. Now they were being told they had total freedom with William and his body. Miss Emily could feel their hesitation. What was allowed today? What would be allowed tomorrow? It was all quite vexing. Miss Emily gave one final command:
"Ladies. Release all your frustration onto master William. This is his responsibility."
That was an order no futa could misunderstand.
When William failed to rise at the appropriate hour - often because he was exhausted from Miss Clara's fuck-toy training - they were invited to slap their cocks down onto his sleeping body. If that failed, one lucky maid would be permitted to mount the young master and smother him. If an array of fat girlcocks slamming into William didn't wake him, then a plentiful helping of ladynuts straight to his face would.
Miss Emily's cock still had the privilege of being the first cock William was commanded to kiss. However, there was now an additional group of futa that joined her. Miss Emily learned that offering William's morning kisses as a prize made her maids work harder and faster. They adored bragging about how soft William's lips were first thing in the morning.
Breakfast also shifted in nature. William was still joined by the majority of the staff, but what he was fed changed drastically. Futanari cum was filled with essential protein, fat, and nutrients - meaning William's diet required little else to sustain him. He suspected futanari cum was also packed with sugar because of how sweet it tasted. His tongue was deceiving him. Lady Dove was happy to tell him that: futanari cum only tastes sweet to someone who has drunk excessive volumes of it. It actually contains no sugar whatsoever.
Of course, drinking cum out of jar was not suitable for a male such as William Jewell. A much more appropriate method was presented for the young master. Each morning, the maids with the plumpest nuts stood in a line next to the dining table. Each held their cocks in the air, allowing them to arc towards William's seat.
"Drinking straight from the tap is far more fitting, don't you agree?" Miss Clara asked William.
William failed to answer that first morning. He was resisting the urge to command them to all begin jerking their girlcocks. Miss Clara stated that only one maid could serve him each morning. If he behaved she would consider allowing two.
Over the following weeks, William became familiar with each one of his maids and how they tasted. He had already played around with most of them, but this was now a formal ritual. Previously, maids had only glanced at their young master while passing him in the corridors. Now, they smacked his ass hard or presented their cocks for a quick peck on the shaft. Some maids adored teasing the master; watching him squirm as their fingers reached up to tease his ass. Others took a much more direct approach: grabbing the young master by the neck of his shirt and pulling him into a storage cabinet.
Now that everyone was having their fair share, Miss Emily could easily track how much cum William was consuming each day. The staff made sure he was always cum-drunk, but never enough to fall over the edge.
When William wasn't being passed from one futa to another, he was permitted rest. Rest - to a futanari - meant passive service; not actual bed-rest. The young master was often trusted with the pear-shaped Miss Julia. Alone in her study, tending to letters, the staff collectively decided she deserved a treat. Her huge firm ass had already flattened eleven pillows into uselessness. Master William would endure far longer.
For hours a day, William knelt below the frame of Miss Julia's throne-chair. With the pillow section removed, her ass fell down past the reinforced oak landing square onto William's waiting face. Miss Julia made sure her fat balls would slot into William's mouth as she sat down. The first few times, she was apprehensive; worrying over her new chair's posture.
"Are you certain I am not too heavy for you, master William?"
"I-I didn't even realize you had sat down, Miss Julia. You are weightless like a feather."
Miss Julia smiled to herself.
"And you, master William, are a very good liar."
By the fourth day, any reservation Miss Julia had about using William's face vanished. In fact, she no longer refereed to William as master. Everyone that entered her study only mentioned William as 'Miss Julia's chair.' Futanari engaged in casual conversation as if 'Miss Julia's chair' wasn't even present.
"Divine weather we are having."
"Isn't it just? I heard it will only get hotter."
Reduced to an object, William accepted his place as a piece of furniture for Miss Julia. He sucked slowly on her globes like two great jaw-breakers. Miss Julia made sure to keep her chair alert by randomly shaking her ass; settling into a new position each time. Her chair proved itself to be adaptive. It never complained or rebelled, only sometimes letting out a happy groan of love.
When Miss Julia's chair was finally released from its duty, Miss Julia made sure to praise its hard work.
"The best chair I've ever had. No pillow could compete."
The final thing to change were Lady Dove's lessons. Gone were the textbooks, pictographs, and blackboard illustrations. William's education became intensely more physical. Lady Dove's strictness remained, but William could sense an underlying excitement in her voice.
"Gag-reflexes go in and out of fashion as times change, master William. The ancient futa Greeks declared gag-reflexes vital to orally pleasuring a girlcock. Generations later, the Romans opened training parlours where males would slowly have their gag-reflexes diminished over time. Males that gagged would be shamed."
William swallowed, suddenly aware of his throat and the countless cocks that had tried to conquer it.
"Naturally, you will be wondering what the current fashion is. There is a split. Working-class futanari adore a partner with a gag-reflex. The sounds and feeling of a male struggling to swallow a shaft please them greatly. However, futanari that call themselves sophisticated believe a male being able to swallow an entire girlcock without making a sound is a thing of beauty."
'An e-entire girlcock?' William thought to himself
He was ashamed to admit he hadn't actually managed to take an entire ladydick down his throat. He thought it almost funny considering how many cocks he had sucked in the last month alone.
"There are two paths, William. If I gave you the choice, I suspect you would say something like: 'What would please my maids the most?' Is that correct?"
William looked slightly embarrassed. Was he that predictable? He nodded.
"Very good, William. I shall make the choice for you then. There is a hidden third option: a gag-reflex can be faked. We will remove your gag-reflex through vigorous training, then have you learn how to false-gag. Once we are finished, you will have complete control over your throat. And therefore: complete control of anything that is shoved down it."
William's eyes lit up.
"W-when do we begin, Lady Dove?"
Lady Dove smiled.
"As willing as always, William."
She strut next to his empty desk.
"Most of your maids are simply too thick to reach into your throat, William. Mature futanari often struggle with untrained mouths thanks to their size. Thankfully, the newest addition to your staff was more than willing to offer her assistance."
Lady Dove snapped her finger and the doors behind William swung open. Lady Dove held William's head in place with her hand. William heard shuffling behind him before a meaty girlcock was slowly revealed over his shoulder. The ladydick was indeed smaller than most of the maids - but still larger than most men. As the full shaft came into view, William instantly realized who the hanging cock belonged to.
"Miss me, master William?"
Miss Grace sounded as playful as ever. William should have recognized the shifting latex outfit, but his raw excitement was making it hard to think. Out of the corner of his eye, William could see Lady Dove's twin-cocks push up against the fabric of her dress - revealing her well-hidden arousal.
"With a typical male, we would administer some lube directly into your waiting mouth. However, you aren't a typical male, are you William?" Lady Dove teased.
"In fact, having drunk so much seed over the last few weeks, your saliva will have changed drastically. Have you found your spit thicker as of late?"
"A-and more slick as well, Lady Dove."
"Slick to allow easier insertion, master William. Your mouth will become a natural-lube factory, given the right volumes of futa-spunk."
Lady Dove looked up to Miss Grace who still had her cock resting over William's shoulder.
"Please, Miss Gracelynn. You may begin."
As Lady Dove dragged William's desk out of the way, Miss Grace strut around William - running her fingers around his shoulder. He didn't move a muscle, his eyes locked firmly on her shaft as it bounced with each step. Miss Grace gave it a small wiggle.
"Well? Aren't you going to invite me in, master William?"
William's eyes slowly moved up to meet Miss Grace's. Her lips were pressed together in needy want while her gaze grew sultry. William slowly opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. With a single glance, Miss Grace could see just how thick William's spit had become. It was viscous like honey - glistening along the length of his tongue. The more lustfull William would become the more his mouth would produce.
Miss Grace pulled back her shaft by the base, popping her tip from the folds of her foreskin. Hers was slightly pointy at the end - precum already leaking. She lined herself with William's mouth and then took a step forward. The first third of her cock brushed past William's lips and his tongue responded by brushing side to side. When the second third of her cock vanished into his mouth, William's first gag rumbled through his throat.
"Perfectly normal, master William. We have a long way to go. Just focus on relaxing for now." Lady Dove ran her fingers through William's hair to comfort him.
Wanting to have some fun, Miss Grace rolled her hips back and forth - brushing her tip against the back of William's throat. William felt his whole neck erupt into reflexive gagging, but tried his best to calm himself.
"Feel how she hits the back of your mouth, master William? If we change the angle, Miss Gracelynn will have a much easier time fully inserting her shaft. One moment."
Lady Dove guided William out of his chair, onto the floor, and into a kneeling position. She then invited Miss Grace to step closer to William, slotting him between her legs. Miss Grace used William's chair for support, leaning herself over and angling her meat towards William's mouth. Once again, William accepted her willingly. Once again, her tip brushed against the back of his mouth. William's gagging lessened.
"When your training is complete, you will be able to take girlcock from every and any angle, master William. Until then, this is the best means of preparing your throat. Miss Grace? Deeper."
William squirmed as half of Miss Grace's cock reached into his mouth-hole. His lips tightened around her shaft in response. Soon a new sensation was dominating his mind. Miss Grace's heavy nuts were now resting down into William's neck. Her cock was burning hot already, but her nuts? They were radiating heat. From both inside his throat and along his neck Miss Grace poured her growing lust into William's wanting body.
The following hour was spent pushing the limits of William's throat. Miss Grace would thrust as deep as possible, before William's body began to shake. His neck then began to wretch and she stopped pushing. Lady Dove encouraged William to endure as long as possible. With each release, Miss Grace's cock was coated in William's thick-spit, while he gasped for air.
Each time, William felt the need to take her cock deeper - further down his throat. The feeling of it invading his neck, totally cutting off his air supply, and dominating his body sent shivers down his spine.
In that one hour, William went from only being able to take half of Miss Grace's cock - to reaching her knot at the base. He longed to push himself harder; to swallow the entire gland and accept his place as a cock-mounted fuck-toy, but Lady Dove made sure William's desire didn't outpace his ability.
For the entire 'lesson', Miss Grace was in a state of pure bliss. Lady Dove's only command was that she wasn't allowed to cum. It was important master William was rewarded at the right time. Had William been allowed to unleash his passion onto Miss Grace's girlcock, she wouldn't have lasted a minute. William's throat was virgin-tight. It was only thanks to his slow pace that she didn't paint his mouth white and pump his belly full of her cum.
She savoured the feeling of his warm neck wrapped around her shaft. He was like a living cock-sock. And just like a real cock-sock, he would eventually be stretched beyond Miss Grace's size. It was only a matter of time before William would be able to deepthroat the older maid's ladydicks. After that, his throat would lose a certain level of tightness.
Miss Grace thought it was fair she was the first futa to train William's mouth-hole. It would take years before she grew into her full size. Anyone else would have instantly ruined him. She turned to look at Lady Dove. She was keeping her composure, but two tents were being pitched under her skirt.
"Lady Dove, would you care for a turn? I believe master William would be more than willing."
Lady Dove hesitated. Miss Grace's cock popped out of William's mouth and he turned to look up at Lady Dove in awe.
"Can I?" he asked innocently.
Futanari with diphalism often had smaller cocks on average - a small price to pay for having an extra member. Lady Dove was only slightly thicker than Miss Grace. In theory, William would be able to take her girth. It was her length that would cause issue.
"Go on, Lady Dove. Show us how a double-dicked futa does it."
Lady Dove scowled at Miss Grace. Being the daughter of a powerful futanari mistress gave Miss Grace a certain level of arrogance. No other futa would dare call Lady Dove 'double-dicked.' Despite that, Lady Dove was indeed tempted.
"I-I could crawl under your skirt if that would help, Lady Dove."
As always, William knew exactly what to say to please his futa. In an instant, his world went dark as Lady Dove's skirt was thrown over his head. Within the tight confides of her dress, William was met with two half-erect girlcocks pushing into his cheeks.
"C-consider this a test, master William. You must perform the same act, but this time in darkn-argh!"
William passed the test with flying colours. The only thought that had slowed him down was: which cock should I suck first? As if to answer, the lower cock brushed up against his lips while the upper one rested on his head. William rolled his neck back into the ideal angle and thrust his face onto Lady Dove's lower shaft.
"Goddess, he's tight."
"Is this perhaps a test for you as well, Lady Dove?" Miss Grace teased.
"You have a lot to learn, young futa."
Grabbing onto William's head through her dress, Lady Dove locked her cock down his throat as far as it could go. Both Miss Grace and Lady Dove could hear William's subdued groaning.
"Goddess, you need to stop doing that William. Moaning while my cock is down your throat is like - arugh!"
Every single vibration of William's lustful moans ran up Lady Dove's length. She was left panting, beads of sweat running down her brow. Miss Grace smiled to herself, a plan forming in her mind.
"I wonder, Lady Dove, how long your would last if William had two mouths?"
"Oh, Goddess. I don't... He's too..."
Miss Grace dropped to her knees and flung up Lady Dove skirt. William felt Miss Grace press her breast against his back as they were sealed within. Miss Grace whispered in his ear:
"Mind if I help?"
It was clearly a rhetorical question, as William was only able to moan and gag in response. Instead of tending to Lady Dove's second cock, Miss Grace wrapped her fingers around William's neck and squeezed gently.
"Let's make your throat extra tight."
Lady Dove's upper cock bounced down to Miss Grace, who slurped it into her ready lips. William and his new partner began to shove as much girlcock down their throats as they could manage. William's hands grabbed for Lady Dove thighs and Miss Grace's grip around his neck only got tighter. Lady Dove was left shrieking in pleasure as the twin-deepthroating pushed her over the edge.
William had once asked Lady Dove if she cums with both of her cocks. She gave the cute response of: 'Wait long enough and you will discover the answer for yourself."
When hot sticky seed started to pump down into William's throat, he had half of the answer. Miss Grace could feel William's neck oscillate as it tried to greedily suck down every cumshot. When cum came bursting out of Miss Grace's mouth - painting William's upper-half with hot spunk - he had his full answer. Lady Dove came with both her cocks. And she came a lot.
Barely able to stand, Lady Dove leaned on William's desk for support. When her twin-erupting cocks were finished splurting down William's throat and filling Miss Emily's mouth, the two released Lady Dove's cocks from their lips. William was left gasping, but Miss Grace's cheeks were full. She leaned in to kiss William and he accepted her love. The moment their lips touched, William realized what she was doing. She had kept most of Lady Dove's cum in her mouth and was now spitting it into his. Miss Grace raised above William as he accepted her sticky gift. When there was no more cum left to swallow, their tongues rolled together and they kissed longingly.
"Ugh-hum? Excuse you two!" Lady Dove rustled her skirt.
Miss Grace broke away from the kiss.
"S-sorry, Lady Dove. We're just cleaning up."
"Indeed!"
"D-do you still need to..." William looked down at Miss Grace's hard cock.
"Master Willam. This was only our first lesson." Miss Grace answered softly.
Lady Dove pulled up her skirt to reveal the cum-stained pair.
"And I dread to think what will happen during our next one."
Miss Grace burst into laughter, William followed, and even Lady Dove allowed herself to chuckle.
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Such were the daily activities of William Jewell, master of the Jewell estate. His days were spent in cum-drunk bliss. Harassed and teased and abused and loved by girlcock everywhere he walked. The young master's skills rapidly improved as he devoted himself into submission.
However, a dark looming cloud was approaching. William and his maids were ignorant to the forces working outside the estate. A letter came to Miss Julia one morning, and as she read it her face grew pale...