Coral and Kendall Pt. 03

Kendall was futa. Developing at puberty, her dick had gotten her kicked out of her all-girls school, had resulted in her evangelical parents disowning her, had ruined every single job she'd ever had once they'd find out. She'd been living on the streets, scrounging food from dumpsters and sleeping in the woods like some kind of feral creature when Coral took her in.

Now she was shopping with Coral for a wedding dress. The last year had been so amazing. They were engaged. Coral said she had a nice dress for the ceremony, but she'd insisted that Kendall wear a gown. Kendall usually looked to Coral for guidance. Coral was older, wiser, and anyway they were in love. Kendall had never had that in her life.

It was beyond beautiful. Lotus white, silky and lacy, showing off her big tits, but not in a tacky way. Coral had loved it from the second they saw it. She looked at the diamond on her hand. She felt a little emotional.

They'd made love once they got home. They did that a lot. Coral was simply in love with what Kendall had always regarded as her futa monstrosity. Riding it every chance she got. Coral had taken her virginity, both ways, a thought that always made Kendall a little extra happy when she'd fill Coral's pussy with a huge load of cum. It just never lost its shine.

Kendall looked stunningly beautiful. A far cry from the filthy homeless girl, Coral had taken in more than a year ago. The ceremony was brief. Vows exchanged in front of a JP, license signed, rings exchanged, and they were married. They kissed, Coral glad that they'd chosen a gown that billowed at the waist as she could feel Kendall's cock start to harden as they kissed. Thankfully she managed to keep it under control and nobody noticed.

Somehow, being married made them even hotter for each other. Just seeing the rings on Coral's finger as they lay in bed would get Kendall going, and she'd soon be between her legs, tasting her sexy sweet pussy, before moving up for the main course. Sliding her girl cock into her wife's hole. Her wife. It was like a miracle, having this relationship.

Coral had been out running a few chores. When she'd gotten home she seemed unusually quiet.

"Kendall? Can I tell you something." She began.

"Sure, Honey. What's on your mind." Kendall replied.

"You know how we always take a break when I get my period?" Coral said.

"Yeah?" Kendall responded.

"Well we haven't taken a break in a couple of months." Coral said suggestively.

"Are you saying you've missed?" Kendall asked.

"Twice." Coral said.

"But you're on the pill." Kendall gasped.

"Kendall, I wanted to be sure. I'd taken some of your cum to the clinic. They tested it. Sperm count is off the charts, motility in the top percentile, even after the delay of the transport. Pill or not, you could probably get a bowling ball pregnant." Coral said.

"Did you... get tested too?" Kendall was blown away.

"Not yet. I wanted to do this together with you. After all, if I am, it's because of what we've done together. Okay?" Coral said, gently leaning in for a kiss.

"I'm nervous." Kendall said. "What if this changes..."

"Shhhhhh... you're my wife. Either ways this turns out." Coral smiled and kissed her again.

A while later Coral came out of the bathroom, the stick in her hand. Going over to the kitchen table she set it down, taking a seat. Kendall stood at her shoulder. It seemed like an eternity before the plus sign appeared.

"We're going to be moms!" she heard Kendall gasp.

"Make love to me, Kendall." Coral looked at her softly, her sexy eyes moist.

"But..." Kendall began.

"But what? You're not going to make me any more pregnant than you already have." Coral grinned.

"Oh fuck!" Kendall replied, fairly dragging Coral into the bedroom.

Kendall seemed to mature, right before Coral's eyes. Her own childhood had been such a shit-show, that she seemed determined to get parenting right. It was sweet. She started reading books, listening to podcasts. Coral found Kendall's sincerity amusing on some level, but she was glad for it. She was beginning to show, and as her belly grew, so did Kendall's fascination.

The hippy lesbian couple were back around. Spotted the rings and congratulated Coral and Kendall.

"Just one thing, and you don't really have to get into it if you don't want to. But how'd you get a bun in the oven. Is Kendall trans?" The shorter one, Marianne had said.

"Honestly? Look, you guys have been coming here for almost as long as I've been open. Kendall is futa. So, you could say I got pregnant the old fashioned way." Coral replied, figuring she could trust them.

"That's pretty rare. How do you manage." She said.

"Mostly we wing it. It's not like there are a lot of resources." Coral replied.

"There's a doctor we know. He kind of specializes in rare conditions in the queer community. If you want us to, we can reach out to him and see if he feels like he can be of any help." She offered.

Three days later they heard from Dr Feinstein.

"Quite rare. I did locate a physician in Kyoto who has several futa patients. Incidence of the condition in Japan is slightly higher, but still uncommon. He's kind of made a pet project out of futa healthcare. As I'm sure you're aware, not many doctors are open enough and knowledgeable enough to treat such patients. But I've been in touch with him and he seems to be a very good resource."

It seemed a relief to both Coral and Kendall to at least have a sounding-board for medical information.

"Dr. Koguru said he's not surprised that Kendall got you pregnant. Fertility in futa is on another level entirely, and although your contraception practices helped, there are hormones present in futa sperm that reduce the effectiveness of most contraceptive approaches."

"So, this may happen again?" Kendall asked.

"Quite likely, yes. Without contraception? Almost definitely." The doctor said.

It was a couple months later. Coral was late in her second trimester and horny all the time. It was hitting her in waves, and Kendall did her best to keep things fresh, but Coral wanted to be fucked and fucked hard and often.

They were laying there after sex. Coral's pussy dripping Kendall's cum, when the idea struck her.

"Kendall?" she started.

"Yes, Coral?" Kendall said.

"Fuck my ass?" It was a question.

"I'm probably too big." Kendall replied thoughtfully, although Coral notice her girl cock starting to plump.

"It's okay if you don't want to." Coral said sweetly, reaching between her legs and scooping some of Kendall Jizz into the palm of her hand and rubbing it on Kendall's shaft.

"See? You're coming around, aren't you." She continued.

For the next couple hours they tried. But Kendall had been right, and though they got close a couple times, it just was hurting Coral too much to continue. They'd rest for a while and then try again. It wasn't working.

Coral found them online. A set of four plugs in graduated sizes. The largest, very close in diameter to Kendal's girl cock. Coral kneeled on the bathroom floor, kind of in Yoga Child Pose, the smallest plug in her right hand slathered with lube. She pressed the blunted head against her anus and slowly pushed it.

It was just starting to hurt a bit when, whoosh, it slide past her sphincter, the round flat heart shaped handle the only thing showing. She kept in in for an hour or so, eventually feeling a bit of soreness, she plopped it free. Working progressively over the next week or so, she got to the point where it didn't hurt going in and she could keep it in place for several hours.

The second one felt much like the first had in the beginning. But Coral found she was adjusting to it quickly. It was a well thought out set as far as the size graduations went. In a couple weeks of regular insertions she was ready for the third.

Somehow it was adding to her manic horniness. She was almost consumed by the fantasy of Kendall fucking her with it in. A fantasy that within the week, she had fulfilled. Kendall got wild when she saw it. Coral felt it pressing against Kendall's cock when they'd fuck. It added something... dirty. Sexy. Both.

Finally it was time for the fourth. It was a tight squeeze and Coral was about to give up when it slid in place. In about twenty minutes time, she was ready to tap out. She swore that she came a little bit when it popped free. Another week, and she was fucking Kendall with it in. She was almost there.

"Fuck my ass, Kendall!"

"Remember what happened last time?"

"This'll be different." Coral pleaded. "I'm ready."

"Okay, but if this goes sideways..." Kendall said, reaching for the lube.

Coral did her best to relax. Kendall had her slickened cock head right against her rose bud. She felt the pressure build. The flesh of Kendall's cock softer than the plugs were. She felt resistance give way, Kendall sliding deeper into her.

She whimpered a little and came. Kendall gently began fucking her, dribbling some more lube onto her shaft. Coral felt on fire with lust. She could only take about half of it at first, but she felt like she was going to cum again, she reached up and gathered some of her pussy juice and played with her own clit as she came percussively.

"God, your ass is tight." Kendall groaned.

Coral just grunted enthusiastically in reply.

Kendall was finding it easier going now. It certainly had a different feel from Coral's pussy. Kendall could start to feel the tell-tale twitches that mean she was getting closer to cumming, but she wanted to get Coral off one more time. But when she felt Coral reach back between her legs and fondle her lube covered ball's it was all over.

Together they climaxed. Coral feeling her asshole filled with Kendall's spunk, sent her right off the quantum orgasm continuum. They lay there afterwards in a dazed semi-disbelief.

"We can do that again." Coral finally managed. "At least sometimes. I don't think you can make me pregnant again that way."

"Holy shit, Coral." Kendall managed in reply.

Coral was a week overdue. She felt like she was as big as a house. Kendall was covering most of the work in the bakery. When her water had broken, she'd been upstairs. She'd driven like an insane woman because Kendall didn't have a license. In the hospital room, the nurses were discreet and professional.

The baby was a little boy. They named him Finch. Their first baby. Not their last. The hippy lesbian couple, Marianne and Calliope became close friends of theirs. But that's perhaps a story for another time.