In probably the best decision of your life, you slide off her knee and head towards the leg hole of her open bloomers. Her wing was still in there, doing its thing. You had assumed she was itching an itch, but you weren’t sure now. Either way, it likely didn’t matter to you anyhow, considering you just made the choice to slip into a bird-woman’s undergarments. You arrive at the opening. Her wing was above, moving up and down and cupped against her groin. There’s plenty of space for you to enter, and you do. You crawl soldier-style across the cotton fibre floor. Pelly’s wing is to your left, still going at it. You doubted that it was a simple itch now. This was confirmed when you reached the front of her underwear. Her feathers were massaging the bottom of her vagina, spiraling in tight little circles. Above, you heard Pelly give a cute little puff. She was enjoying herself. You were enjoying the view.
Pelly’s cheeks glowed a vivid red. Her eyes darted about, looking for any sign that someone was about to enter the post office. There was none, so Pelly continued.
She thought of Pete. Their eyes locked, breaths in sync, their beaks touching. Her tailfeathers twitched. She could feel Pete’s tongue in her beak. She blurted a tiny squeak.
Inside, the passion of the normally restrained girl’s masturbation was shocking. She plunged two feathers in and out at lightning speed. Sometimes, she’d pull them out, briefly, slathered in her juices, and give her sex a slap or two before plunging them back in. Her groin shook to-and-fro as she wobbled in her seat. Occasionally, the pelican would lovingly mumble a few words, then squeak as she swallowed her moans.
You were beginning to worry. Her masturbation was getting a little...vehement. Wild. Her entire lower body thrusted back and forth, bouncing you off the cotton walls and her furiously masturbating hand. Now when she removed her feathers, her sex pulsed and throbbed hungrily. It wanted more. Her slaps were no longer teasing, but powerful smacks. You were just considering leaving when her wing feathers recoiled a bit further this time and caught you when they began their dash back into her sex. You‘re slammed face-first into her pussy. Her sex writhes in front of you, sliming you with sticky goop. Her wingfeather retreated, then returned. Pelly was smashing you into her pussy. You feel her fluids bubble against your face as you’re smushed deeper into her vagina. She keeps beating her sex, harder and harder. You feel her groin contract around you. This can’t be good.
Pelly was lost in her fantasy. Pete was above her, they were on the hardwood floor, naked, sweaty, and alone. Pete’s hot breath washed over her, she could feel his sex slamming into hers, an experience she recreated with fervent slaps to her privates. His cute, little tongue hung out of his cute, little bill as he laid his chest upon her’s. He whispered something in her ear.
“I love you.”
Pelly came. She sank her feathers as deep as she could. You were wholly crammed into her pussy as the pink tunnel crushed and contracted in a hard, long orgasm. Pelly’s feathers came and went as she rode her pleasure for as long as she was able. A river of fluids rushed past you, but did not carry you to freedom. Her violent contractions jammed you further into the villager up until you were jammed up against her cervix before ending in a callous, extended, crushing contraction.
Even after her climax, Pelly still tried to hang onto her dream. Pete was still there, towering over her. But soon, he started to fade. Pelly was back to reality with a messy wing and soiled bloomers. She sighed, stood up, and waddled to the bathroom to clean up and strip her undergarments off.
When she returned, she found Pete hanging up his hat on a rack. She blushed and her mind flustered as she prayed he didn’t notice she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Then, just as she was passing Pete, she stumbled and fell, landing facedown, tailfeathers in the air. Pete saw everything. Pelly sheepishly turned her head to confirm that, yes, Pete saw everything. Tears began to pool under her eyes as Pete…
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