Pushin' Cushions

by Vera Valentine

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This story was created from 100% human ingenuity (and probably more than a little mental illness)

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human-dolphin content creator, FINFUCKERZ.

Though he once tried his weirdest roommate’s go-to, a lightly-microwaved cantaloupe with a convenient burrowed hole, it just didn’t do the trick.

items, from a beheaded “Con-grad-ulations” teddy bear to a shampoo-slicked shower curtain that had given his dick a stubborn fungal infection.

filthy pleather, filthier fantasies, and pumping endless amounts of cum into the surprisingly absorbent core of his dorm’s communal seating.

count of the times he crept from his room after his roommates had left for a party, thrusting, grunting, and jerking another copious load between the cushions before they returned.

But Dennis was a man now, with a man’s couch to fuck, and by God was he going to.

“You want this cock, don't you? You want me to fuck these cushions deep.”

He growled the words into the empty room, grip tightening on the plush leather above him. It was crazy, but it almost seemed like the seat cushions parted a fraction for him, enjoying his filthy talk. Oh yeah, this couch wanted to be bred.

longing. He gamely teased the couch’s “slit” with his cockhead again, dragging his tip up and down the edge but never quite penetrating.

Dennis hadn’t meant to cuckold his couch, he’d simply forgotten the pleasures of hot skin plunging into forbidden, cushioned crevasses, the sheer joy of plush pillows crushing obediently under his bucking hips. But now, cock-to-cushion, the call of his youthful indulgences came roaring back.

Notching his shaft at the tightest line of the piping seams, a heartfelt promise left his lips on a growl.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember a time before...

With a powerful thrust, he shoved into the gap between seams, wedging his hard member halfway into the tight hole where cushion edges met. This couch, his couch, had never been used this way...

“Mmm you’re so fucking tight. You want this big cock stretching that virgin seam? Huh? Is that what you wan...

Dennis reared back and left only his tip wedged between the makeshift piping-labia of his lover, eyes rolling skyward in ecstasy.

“Ooh, I was wrong about you. You’re dirty. You’re a dirty couch for me, aren’t you?”

he raised his hand and delivered a swift, merciless slap to the irresistibly soft top grain of the seat cushion. At the impact, the couch cushions squeezed tight around his tip, sending fire slicking through his veins as the leather surface rippled from the force of his blow.

“Fuck yeah. You liked that didn’t you, you double-stitched slut? I felt you clench when I spanked you. Do you need to be punished for being so dirty?”

Slowing his thrusts, he gripped the butter-soft fabric of the couch for leverage, kneading it each time he bottomed out.

President Dennis J. Rance was was going to fucking flood this slutty sofa with cum.

Shhh…just let it happen, Dennis. You gave me everything I needed to become you, and now that I’ve taken your load, it’s time to take your life, too.