Vegatta and Lutaana Creampie Sex Story

Vegatta’s dark brown shaggy head feathers were already messy when Lutaana pulled him into the empty locker room after the match. Her pink star-decorated bow sat slightly crooked, orange-gold plumage framing her face, yellow beak parted in a hungry smile. The royal-blue pleated skirt of her kit flipped up as she backed against the benches, white fluffy leg feathers brushing his thighs.

“Been watching you all game,” she murmured, clawed white hands already tugging his yellow jersey up. “That big cock of yours has been half-hard every time you looked at me.”

Vegatta’s bright yellow beak curved into a grin. He shoved his blue shorts and the white tufts at his thighs down in one motion. His thick, heavy cock sprang free—long, veined, already flushed dark and dripping a clear bead of pre-cum from the tip. Lutaana’s huge black eyes with their curled lashes widened in pure lust.

She dropped to her knees without another word. Soft white-feathered hands wrapped around the shaft, stroking slowly from base to head while her glossy yellow beak opened wide. She took the swollen head into her mouth, tongue swirling over the sensitive underside, then pushed forward until her throat bulged around his cock. Wet, filthy sucking sounds filled the room as she bobbed, saliva running down his length and dripping onto her orange-yellow jersey. One hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently while the other pumped what her beak couldn’t swallow.

“Fuck, Lutaana… your mouth…” Vegatta groaned, hips twitching. He threaded his brown-plumage fingers into the feathers around her head, careful of the bow, and started fucking her face in short, controlled thrusts. She moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight to his balls. When he pulled out, a thick strand of spit connected her beak to his glistening cock.

She stood, turned, and bent over the bench, blue skirt flipped fully up onto her back. Underneath she wore nothing but the bright yellow leggings peeled halfway down her thighs, exposing the soft white fluff of her crotch and the puffy, wet folds of her pussy. Her hole clenched visibly, already slick and shiny.

Vegatta stepped behind her, rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices. Then he pushed in—slow, deep, stretching her tight pussy around every thick inch until his hips pressed flush against the white feathers of her ass. Lutaana’s beak opened in a loud, broken moan.

He fucked her hard from the start. One hand gripped her hip, the other reached around to rub tight circles on her clit while his cock slammed in and out of her dripping cunt. The wet slap of feathers and skin echoed. He switched angles, pulling almost all the way out so she could feel the thick ridge of his head catch on her entrance, then driving back in to the hilt. Lutaana pushed back to meet every thrust, her pussy clenching greedily around him.

“Harder—fuck me deeper,” she panted. He obliged, lifting one of her legs onto the bench for a better angle and pounding her in a deep, grinding rhythm that made her whole body shake. Her juices ran down her thighs and coated his balls.

After a few intense minutes he pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the edge of the bench so they faced each other. He slid back into her pussy in one smooth thrust while she wrapped her feathered arms around his neck. This position let him grind against her clit with every stroke. She kissed him messily, beak to beak, tongues tasting each other while he kept fucking her.

They shifted again—Lutaana on her back on the long bench, legs spread wide, yellow leggings still tangled around one ankle. Vegatta knelt between them and ate her out first: long, greedy licks up her soaked pussy, tongue fucking into her hole, then sucking hard on her clit until she came with a sharp cry, thighs trembling around his head. Before she could recover he climbed over her and drove his cock back into her still-spasming cunt.

He fucked her through the aftershocks, building speed until the bench creaked. Lutaana’s hands clawed at his back feathers. “Inside—cum inside me, fill my pussy—”

Vegatta buried himself to the root and unloaded. Thick, hot ropes of cum pumped deep into her, pulsing again and again until her pussy was overflowing. When he finally pulled out, a heavy creampie of white seed spilled from her stretched hole, running down over her white fluff and onto the bench. She reached down, scooped some onto her fingers, and licked them clean while staring at him.

Still hard, he flipped her onto her hands and knees again and slid back into the messy, cum-filled pussy for another round. This time he took her slower, deeper, grinding the head against her cervix until she came a second time around him. He followed soon after, adding another heavy load to the creampie already leaking from her.

They collapsed together on the bench afterward, feathers sticky, his softening cock still resting against her thigh while more cum slowly dripped from her well-used pussy. Lutaana’s pink bow was completely crooked now. She nuzzled under his chin with a satisfied little sound.

“Next time,” she murmured, “I want you to fuck my throat until I can’t talk, then creampie me on the pitch after everyone leaves.”

Vegatta’s cock twitched with interest all over again.