Edgeless Club First Impressions


Written by Septia.


Cache checked her watch for the third time. It was a well past school hour study, and late into club hours. Still, she was on time. She tapped the tip of her bright yellow sneaker to the ground, and peered up to watch to the sign above the door. 
	“Edgeless club,” she mumbled. Was there even anyone there at this hour? 
	-Sccnhhc- -Crhrrr- -Cnhchrs- Ear to the door, she did hear a lot of scraping and dragging of wood on the other side. “Maybe the initiation has to do with helping to remodel?” Cache mumbled, and whipped back her black locks. “I'm coming in, it sounds like you needed some-…” She froze at the threshold… 
	-Chrlrrnch- -chrnrnht- The creaks came from the chair on the other side of the room. scooching back and forth against the ground whilst its occupant humped her crotch into two closed fists. -Cbbrrmwgs—Cbfhrsns- The scraping now joined by the bounding and stretching of the woman's bosom, her chest pinned down by her arms which were mashed them down to get at her pussy. The cleavage billowing out of the v-neck t-shirt, an expanse of pale bronze through the vapor motif in neon. Though as she watched -Csrrthc- she noticed it wasn't a v-neck, but a rupture the bust was still steadily barging trough in their bounding sways. 
	-Shrrlfphthshtsh- a squelch of squashed preserved slugs reverberated through the room as the woman fished out her fist from her snatch, and hoisted up a handful of congealed nether slime to her face. -Shwplthgs- -Chrlrpsthw- Droplets with tethers and elongating tails drooped down onto her shirt, matting swirling patterns of gunk over her shirt, as she -Vrllspths- plugged it into her mouth. She drew it back with a -sppbtbowth- gush of clotted cream as the tendrils of slime flung and sloughed over her chin. She sighed heavily, rolling out her tongue -Swllpttwwwlpw- which unfurled past her chin and with a smack of a condom stuffed with mince meat clapped onto her. She lapped up her own drooling phlegm from her engorged cheeks as she finally noticed Cache. 
	“Mmpghs, wha, so you came, Cache, good timing.” 
	Cache gulped. “-help.” 


“Good eyes, I'was starting to leek somethin' fierce, and can't have your club leader in peril, come swab me up part of your initiation.” Zina said and gyrated her hips. Letting her breast go -Sbwhpwrh- to swell out -Chrhrhsrkkwts- and the added weight bending the legs of the chair crooked and warped as her hips splayed free and the abyss of famine sewage pooled. 
	Cache backed the door closed. “What are, are you really-... Shouldn't we wait for the orher-.” 
	“Member or not you'll be cleaning every drop off the floor.” 
	Cache watched Zina's vulva dilate as she crouched by it, tethers of viscous feminine lust dangling from the frills of the flesh purse in scintillant links of crotch mucus. Zina's thighs kept her aligned and the gargantuan jugs boxed her in. The air laid polluted with brine channelled through a whorehouse's laundry.“Alright. Th-then, you'll see what I can do.” she said as sh finagled herself against the coin-slot. -Shrrllfphttsh- Despite her attempts to avoid it, her skin was spattered -Shwrrllwpccthc- in strands of Zina's lust, gumming in onto her. Cache took in deep breaths between -Sshrlrlps- lapping against the twitching meat. 
	“Is a start, but if you intend to join edge less I'd be a birt more, daring,” Zina explained as she -Spprprlthtsh- dunked Cache's face into the confines of her snatch, palm pressed to the back of her head as her face -Ghrlrlghghhchsht- splayed her nether lips round, aching over the girl's head, the resulting tension rousting clamps of tension from her snatch that further frightened the scrambling girl caught in the vice grip of a puss deep throat pussy kiss. 
	“Mfm, wpahaa, oh yeah, needing more someone to, msfm, swab the decks down there,” Zina sighed as she gyrated her hips to rock onto Cache's head -Chrlrlpsthts- -Cflthts-. -Twwmtptsl- The squelch of slime croquettes stretching, with sprawling lips and billowing in droves over the applicant's shoulder, the -Chh-tchcolp- smacks of suction of the lips drawing back and forth overhead to mute the “MFrfsMsf, fmwpght,” struggles and groans sealed in the buffering hold of Zina's birth canal. -Shhthhchs- Cache's head thrummed, her mind quaking under the compression of already strangling meat lips. Her frantic wedging encouraging further -Chhgprsh- globs of slime to drop over her, whilst Zina swabbed and wiped her into the pit -Chrjprspts-. Globules of jellied excitement covered her face and drove into her eyes, searing the salt into her eyes to leave irritating patches to swell up, as more of it -Shllrprtsh- penetrated through her nasal trench and clogged her lips. 
	“Mmgs, fmmspfsh, good, hustle down there…” Zina sighed, panting as she felt two blobs swell her womanhood, tugging Cache back stuck on her lips -Shcoths- with gushes of foam -sffrslts- flying around her until -Phwttwwtop- the girl's head uncorked with a pop and a crescent of phlegm coursing back from her flung hair.
	Cache’s cheeks were stuffed like a hamster’s and winding floods of the gummy gel sloughing free from lips, nose, and eyes alike. As she looked up and tried to wink the gunk out of her eyes, all she could make out in the haze of filth was Zina's mammoth mammaries, signified by the tenting bloats of her nipples. 
	“Mfmpsha, apghshaghasap.” 
	“Jsut mfms, fsmm, with that clog outta the way…” Zina huffed, leaning back so the chair -Chhrrskkcs- screamed in splintering wood -Chhcthsts- as Zina's nether undulated, warping as the tunnel was filled in by a silhouette, drawing closer towards the brim to -Spplrhfhfbrhwrtsh- spring forth with a slingshot’s whistle out of her. 
	Cache wiped gum out of her eyes as she saw the thigh girthed dick spooling out of Zina's pussy, filling the snatch nearly as much as her whole head had done, but extending forwards as long as her leg, throbbing and soaked with dried patches of cum and conquest in its drooping slime coat — like a resurfaced shipwreck speckled with barnacles and grime. 
	“Get that unpollinated ass here, fmmfs, gonna see if yo, if the clubs gonna accommodate of you, you gotta be able to fit the club, and Edge less ahs mdms, mm,” Zina shuddered and jerked along her mast, swaths- drawing streams of her juices down her throbbing mast as it tensed and plumped up solid, “tight schedule.”


Cache bit her lip, struggling to feel her way up on the chair with Zina's cock erected off from it, using it as a guiding pole when she squatted to jut her rear out against Zina. “Go for it c-club leader. B-but please be gentle.” 
	“Oh you wish, that's not tha attitude I'm after.” Zina responded as she rolled out her foot long tongue and plugged herself into Cache's ass cheeks -Chrhchs- -Sfhrlrlpbthrrlpstish-.
	Cache felt her pussy snapping open around the spear of the fat muscles scuttling up her birth canal like an agitated salamander. -Chrlrpsthg-chspththrs- Zina curved and swirled her tongue in with her face sandwiched in Cache's cheeks, leaving the girl unable to pull away as the tensile hunk of living rubber cleaved into her pussy. The scorching ache of the thick muscle worming and exploring her depths rearing on her resolve as well as her musculature. The sinew of her snatch contorting against her will, feeling seams of relief in the stripes of strain, suddenly relating to the pattern on a new rubber band going from slack to drawn to its limits. 
	“Gnnrnyayaarhgs, aghsnag, amdms…” 
	“Thatamds Bhwffer, sfhslo chant beef thiss thisffgt.” Zina grunted as she -Shrlpthsts- -Chwrlrpstishs- slammed and wedged her tongue to and fro up cache's ass, french-kissing the virgin's stale pit with an unrelenting passion. Each -Chrrlprths- thrust prying the screaming Cache's brim wider. Cache's body afflicted with tremors of ache, leaving her to support herself against Zina's mast. -Chtntsb- Which humped in the girls frantic squirms, stiffening the beam of cock meat higher, despite the onslaught of ache through her veins and mind for having her virginity robbed by a ravishing tongue, the coats of fresh saliva coating her taut boroughs with a film of mending, though it was putting a sheet of silk over jagged rocks. 
	-Shdlpths- -Chsptshsl- “Phaaa,”  Zina sighed with her tongue retracted from Cache's depths, -cslrlprths- vines of drool dancing between her tongue and the girl's splayed pussy, the coin-slot warped round and undulating with the plea’s of constrained nerves. “Look at that, you got an opening for the interview, and I'll be thorough, get up, get up,” Zina said to the shaking girl, tugging her back by her hair and -aarhssptthio- spitting thick splotches of saliva into her eyes, and rubbing out the gumming slobber with her thumb to clear the girl's sight, the pressure spreading the salty adhesive around Cache's field of vision. It did clear up her eyesight, even as she felt her tear-ducts fret and shrivel up getting full of distilled lust salts. 
	“Sit, your background check will be done by mah dick, and this boy's goes deep.” 
	Cache coughed and hawked up clots of slime and spit, drooling down her maw and onto the dick under her face, reaching up to her belly even standing on Zina's thighs. Uncertain how much more to take, but she was in too deep already… “It-it the biggest I've l have ever taken.” 
	“Flattery's for the boys, Cache.” 
	“Hm… y-yesh, just need a moment…” She huffed out, balancing on the thighs as she spread her cupped cheeks over the cock head, the blast-zone of a cunt cracker of a crotch dipping to -shwpwths- smear over the tip, the spread flesh strummed taut and cutting off circulation as -chrrflfslpths- her snatch drew over the dick, wiping off clots of gummed up lust in droves at her quivering brim. 
	Though her gape was now tensile enough to fit it -- thanks to the club leader's obtrusive tonging – fluster rushed to her cheeks at taking in Zina's dick. Enthralled in the moment despite it laying like a boulder at her hips. 
	“Oh what have ah said, there'e no edge here,” Zina grinned and grasped a hold of Cache's ankles, “There's only a free fall.” she proclaimed, prying Cache off balance. Her legs hanging in her grasp, the mercy of gravity to feel a -Chshcphts- cent of the shaft stuffing into her and sprouting sparks of disdain through her flesh. The free fall lasted only a moment. Before Zina pulled down Cache's legs… 
	-Shhvrrlrlprhwttkkcclrlxxtsh- Cache heard the shattering splaying of flesh and crunch of beef moments before her brain could register what had happened, but one moment to dread, before it happened. -Chrrpsths- She was flung into throes of agony blossomed in an explosion of thorns from her core. The pillar of rock solid flesh displacing her organs into crammed pockets, lungs and muscles crammed and tucked away, in the recesses of her midriff, everything paled as the pillar skewered. The shock of pain leaving much of her lower hips paralyzed, while the areas above sported into the winding thorns of white pain, puncturing her nerves as the cock burrowed deeper.
	“Mgrhrayaa. Haghah aagahgasgs-.” Cache wheezed, her cries tapering off and pumping along the rhythm of Zina's mast. 
	“Mmwf, fhafs, oh yeah, keep a look at that bulge, smmfs, watch it, hows it coming along?” Zina howled out along with Cache, whose eyes grew cloudy with tears of white saline lust and drool. 
	-Chrhrkc-cskthhtwas- She heard the contraction and crushing of meat below, her abdomen plumped out to a bumped cylinder, clapping up in higher, thin thrusts. -Chwpthst- -Twptstp-Twptstmps- The sound thick and meaty to saturate through her and the room, the dome of Zina's dick creeping up towards her chest and razing her body to confine to its protrusion on the way. -Chwptphts- she felt her cheeks clap into Zina's thighs. Cache's short dress flapping like the wings of a butterfly around the exhaust of air in each thrust, trisections of it matting with sweat and fluids to then spry back open from the rutting. A rough haul in that -shhtpwhts- led the cock to burrow itself up and cleave apart her breasts as a third, elongated boob. 
	“Mfmsf, saofh thats all the help fms, you are getting, show what you can do yourself, get up,” Zina called out and smacked Cache across her ass, which laid split and curved over the tower of manhood. 
	She struggled to comprehend, her body an alien concept with the foreign flesh occupying her like a sleeping bag. -Chhrrsss- She felt the tension of bone creaking as she shuffled her feet up back into a squat on Zina's lap, -Csppltpth-scpsths- the rivers of spunk from her slorping out and entangling down her cheeks, following streams of her own tears. Her trembling legs pushed down, her sneakers digging into Zina's thick meat. -Chrlrpsthchs- Cache's wracked pucker crinkled over the slick member as she edged herself up, -Chrpths- then drooping back down, “Mfmf, sfpahfw,” the brief release of the cocks's presence up heat her chest amplified the re-entry, thumping even deeper into place, as its form’s presence was eroding her meat to make room for itself. “Fmma oh, baby keep it up, fmms, mms heck yeah keep wasting yourself of on my dick, ruin that perfectly hot dick sock on my battering ram. 
	-Sttbpsthsp- clshptpthw- with a heave she felt the -Dmwplrsth- -Cskpkthts- mire of Zina's cock grime gathering up at her crotch, matting and drawing up with a net of tethered slime in each heave, smearing around a marshland of their mixed fluids. Tainted slime, liquid lust, and rivers of Cache's own life fluid drawn from the ruptures of Zina's battering ram. The trembles and undulations of the mast rustling through Cache's entire being. 


”Mmf, get upfms, that should have you loose enough, that pretty little ass shouldmmfs, be good enough for a personal inspection form me next smms, so farmmf, you are showing a lot of promise for the club.” 
	Cache wheezed, quaffing, and hugging around her abdomen, shaking as she pushed down the bulge of the dick while she drew herself off of it, the vacuous space suctioning her meat together like a deflated rubber tube, knotting her insides all the way down until -Shwptptsptwwhoop- the cock splayed free -Spwpfhrlpths- and a shower of mucus and crimson swathed over the shaft in a glossy custard coating caking them. 
	“Give it here, before you leak it all out.” Zina commanded. 
	Cache sniffling and stumbled backward. -Sbbghts- her sneaker sunk back into Zina's breasts, dipping down the chest blubber like a mud pit, her neon yellow shoes engulfed by the bosom buffer. Cache stumbled back with her other leg in the lack of balance and loss of the core holding her steady for the last half hour, lifting her other sneaker off with a red shoe welt of a shoe-print pattern on Zina's leg to -scllstpsht- get devoured by the plump tits. 
	“I like your style, though the last one that went down there didn't cut it past initiation,” Zina smirked as she saw the girl sinking deeper, grasping a hold of her rear and pulling it back to back, centering the girl's gravity over her face with the gaping tatters of her pussy jamboree her head. -Shhprrltptsh- her face sunk into the lips, the spayed confines accommodating at first, through her head wrangling deeper, wedging the pit wider and sending bounding quakes and blinding aches through Cache's crotch. The gal wriggling and panting as her vulva gobbled up the club president's head, with the displaced gravity of her legs trapped in the ocean of boob fat her whole being balanced on  Zina's head, -Shpltptsh-ssfsbrrlpt- as she lapped and -cglrlmo gmgsh- drank down the streams of Cache's lust and scarlet, what remained of her tattered clitoris prodded as -clslphrhthsglgpsm- bulges of of Zina's guzzling bloated out her neck in a steady rhythm. -Shrllrprghths- -Clslpfrrshsuclp.- She suctioned sweeps with the slick tongue, siphoning out every bit of humidity leaking from her Cache's ruins. Sucking down ropes of her own lust like pasta in the vaginal carbonate -Shorllc-Clflprrhst- 
	Cache was left broken and heaving as her vaginal wall accommodated Zina's chest -Cwthttlstpsg-.


“Phaaa. Finally, got the edge off of ya,” Zina said as she pried her head free, a tangle of phlegm and snot whipping back off of her as she stared into Cache's abyss. A gaping chasm of spent, rippling sinew. 
	“Phfa… Hausa.h y-yeehy…” Caceh panted, wobbling on her breast sunken legs and steadying herself against the slacking shaft. -Btptsh-thwchs- in her grasp it thickened. 
	“Mmfs, oh yeh, good idea, mfm could really go formms for some inauguration right about nonnnroooow-fmp.” 
	-Chrrpthhcckxt- The chair legs splintered and broke into a pattern of fractured wood with a sundering of exhausted pine, Cache' stumbling forwards onto the floor and Zina smacked back on her ass. 
	Cache rattled as she raised herself on her arms, knees quivering against the floor. Bbogngns- only for a soft plushness to envelop her back and weigh her down with the bulk of a mammoth. “Mmw-what smfm amfwfoaht.” Cache panted and flailed as her front was submerged under Zina's bulldozing breasts. 
	“Mfms, keep your ass up like that, heck that looks good, and you are already acquainted with my big boy here, he took amfms liking to your scrawny tush.” Zina huffed and aimed her dick straight through the gaping pit -Shshfwfmptths- at first whistling with the empty air to then fill out with the mass of her meat. Zina slumped forwards over Zina, burying her in the milkjugs which spilled out of her tattered shirt. -Cthtosoh-Chptsths-Csjtpttwwwpj- She jackhammered her dick through the girl’s straightened nethers, each hump coming with a smatter of pre -Sspflsths- smearing into her body, a shrill “Mffowmfhg.” shriek of pain, and a -SCHrrlfpsghs- crunch of liquefied tissue. Her dick carving deeper and deeper into the submerged girl. Zina’s breasts encompassed everything over her waist, only the flails of her legs and jitters along her chest proof of the girl’s presence. 
	Zina's teats stiffening in turn, leaking chalk white as her huffs grew loud and ravishing. Soon she was pounding the whole length of her obscene cock -sthpthghstshsh-twtwmpghsd- through the flittering dick sock. The pounding ramping and squelching with meat polished flat in the  raw friction  till her moans stuck out into a single, grand howl. “MMFawhahaaaacrrrmoooo.” her cock splayed and swelled up at the base, ejecting the bulge forwards as more rushes of raw pleasure surged through her member. Still humping into the nearly muted Cache below. Zina's breast swelled, rising, displaced by the volume growing beneath her. Cache's scrambles picking up in ferocity and desperation as her chest rose with an enveloped, cleaving protrusion. Ramping up broader and taller from the inflating mass below until… -Spplfrckkrpkrptshs- -Spfplrrujslslffht- The bump ruptured with her cleavage spread wide: the eruption. A pillar of pink gel blossoming just before it reached the ceiling to a foaming mushroom cloud of clay thick gruel. The cascade ejecting her compressed load, interspersed with -Ssfhhthts-chshothsts- scraps of shredded meat tainting the cum in a deluge of vermillion. Zina panted, huffing as she showered in the volcano of spunk and minced Cache, -Sltpsh-stkpstsh- droplets of the slurry speckling her face and streaking down her hair, whilst the rest caked onto the surrounding tables and floors to encircle her on the floor. -Spslthg-. -Chrrlptsh- -Twthsp- A chunk of her arm smacked on the ruined chair, torn from its socket on both ends, bone as a twig of alabaster jutting out from the mangled mess of breast mashed mince. A single thump in the sprinkling chorus of crimson gel sprinkling -sdfpthths-fspths- the club room… 


“Phaa. Hoo… aaw…dick yeah… that was so good. You're gonna make a great memer… mm?” Zina peered around, out over the cream whipped carnage. She stood up, heaving her breasts up with a smear of ageing glue -Chstptlsgstsh- as it lifted off the ground within the dried smears of wine hued brawn and gunk stains silhouetted to match her cleavage over the polymer flooring. Cache's hands imprinted in a slump on the ground, her head milled into a crescent smear of her pulverized cranium. Charcoal streaks of her black hair etched above it in a crown. Thin wires of pink silk stilt railing from her chest and nipples down onto the outlines of the stain below. 
	“Tssch, didn't last long, bailing on us just before the festival too. What a loser, you can see this as your decline of acceptance.” -Shrlpthst- -Crypts- Zina then turned her attention to her cock, a smile curling on her lips as she saw Everything below Cache's waist still hugging around her shaft; buttocks and legs down, dangling from her dick like a cock ring; front torn and leading with a chunk of her malformed bowels still stretched around the girth; and a good chunk of her spine lined up along her mast, slack like the same pseudo horror augment. 
	“Phaah, can't blame a bitch for following the club to a T though, really took the edge of ya. Must ha've really blown you away.” Zina chuckled as she gyrated her hips, swaying and spiralling her dick around to watch the spine slack off and the limp legs below dance. She groped a hold of Cache's plush rear and kneaded it all the way off the tip of her mast. Scooching it off of her cock and holding the slumped half girl by the buns. “Don't ya think ya made enough of a mess already, mm?” she asked and hoisted it down, threading the spine up into the tip of her cock head -Swltlptgth-fshgphts- a light clattering of bones slathered in paper mash crinkling along her meat as the vertebra slid down the tip, Zina kneading down the ass into the gaping cockpit. -Spptutghtltpsgsh- the stretched meat clasping and sprawling over Cache's cheeks, drawing over her thighs and -Chtgpshg-sghs- Suckling them down with thrusts of her hips, reducing the remnants of the applicant to -Ghsbghshs- a broad dome of flesh, stretching oblong as it -shrrllpths- suckled up her legs and congested her dick. 
	“Mm, hold up, these are pretty stylish” -Zina said and plucked off Cache's sneakers before -Sfllspths- the feet sunk par the tip, the yellow hue only somewhat tarnished by splotches of cum and blood. 
	-Shrlrlpths-chsohths- Zina leaned in for a suckling slurp, lapping and spreading around the gunk on the shoes in her cleaning suckles and licks. Meanwhile she rubbed down her dick, -shwrlrlpths-dshtps- the mast dipping and withdrawing with its portly Cache bulge back into her vagina, drooping down and clearing off billowing dunes, globules and slime onto her pussy lips to droop down as droves of wax, whilst the tall mass retracted and -shglslrbflflwphts-cgprlhss- was swallowed up by the club leader's snatch in a compressed series of compacting, churning glurks. 
	“Mfs, good as new,” she mumbled and tied the laces of the shoes together, hanging them off her bag and sauntering out of the club room. “Might as well clean tomorrow before the festival, I got rid of most of the mess. “Phew… though it'd be really nice to take the edge off from that member review,” she said. Zina leaving the room reeking in the scrunched ball whey and dick steamed calve kebab.