Final Fantasy 7 - Barret's Humiliation II

The stool creaked under his weight. Barret remained seated though, drinking shot after shot without a moment of pause. The female bartender was happy to supply.

But no matter how much he drank, the tingly sensation creeping down his spine didn't end. It would never end—not when the bane of his existence sat beside him: Cloud Strife. 

‘Bro is just hung! How unfair is that? Some stupid genetic lottery…’

Barret eyed the white horse cock and observed how it dangled. Cloud sat there like a man on a mission, glancing and observing everyone that passed by. Meanwhile, Barret was consumed by insecurity.

“Grr…!” Barret’s limp dick not dangle off the stool. It was trapped within the confines of his mediocre nutsack. Even with the fate of the planet at stake, how could he not feel insecure? Especially when the woman he did this for, his wife Myrna, would have been slobbering all over the white boy.

He remembered the sex he had with her. He remembered the first time he nutted in her. He remembered her kinks and her comments. The longer he wallowed, the louder her voice became.

“The bigger the dick, the better!”

“I love big dicks and none are bigger than you, my dear Barret.”

Myrna was a size queen. It was a huge crux of their relationship. Without it, she probably would have moved on to another dude. But because Barret was the biggest in their region, he was satisfactory in bed. He could keep her.

“Barret,” Cloud called out. At last, Barret met his blue eyes. Cloud was relieved. “Are you okay? I've been asking for next steps for a minute here.”

‘Really, bruh?’ 

That was the type of eye contact Barret was giving. That was his expression. He was absolutely done with this shit. He was done with this well-hung white boy being better than him. Fighting was one thing but sex? Come on! Cloud was a foot shorter than him, how was he packing more heat!?

‘If Myrna was alive, she would salivate over this big ass cock and start riding it like a whore—fuck, no, stop thinking that. You ain't some cuck, Barret.’ Inhale. ‘That's right, you have a mission. Get a hold of yourself.’

Then he imagined his wife getting on her knees, looking up at the huge white schlong with bewilderment, and telling Barret, “It's so much bigger than yooooours—!”

Oof. Even though it was a figment of his imagination, it was the last thing he wanted to see and hear. Barret tugged on his weiner, trying to look a little bigger. Cloud shifted in his seat and his schlong.

“Hung bastard…”

“Sorry? Did you say something?” Cloud asked.

“It's nothing. About the mission…” Barret wanted to sigh and end it there. Like actually, his mood to talk and lead had been emptied the same way Cloud emptied his balls inside Tifa's pussy. He could sense how Tifa subtly kept her legs together to keep the remaining cum from leaking. “So…”

“Tifa~!”

Barret was saved by the greeting of an overly friendly man. Looking over their shoulders, they found a certain lanky redhead running over. Kyrie rolled her eyes. The resident town clown was here, Johnny. 

“Tifa–!”

His big smile and wave were full of enthusiasm…until everyone faced him. First, his gaze landed on Tifa Lockhart, his crush. Having a lean build, swept-up hair, a goatee, and a silver earring on his left ear, Johnny had definitely been waiting for this. He was almost salivating at the sight of the nude. 

“W-wow, Tifa, you're…”

Johnny gulped, standing there with wide eyes and a goofy smile.

Tifa blinked and crossed her legs, giving a short view of her wet cunt. Who could blame him for ogling, this was his crush sitting in front of him. Her tits were massive, her cheeks were red, and her small smile was stunning.

His gaze turned—and all that anxiety, enthusiasm, joy, and love came crashing down. 

Cloud was casually sitting there with the biggest cock anyone had ever seen. Johnny's gaze flicked away and went over to Barret. His panicking thoughts were easy to read.

Because between the three men, Johnny was the smallest. Cloud had a white hog of a cock that lazily hung ten inches flaccid. Barret was half of that; four inches flaccid. Johnny…Johnny was a literal acorn. No exaggeration, no comparison, it was simply a one-inch acorn. The red-haired goofball was not hung in the slightest.

‘Thank god for that. If fucking Johnny was bigger than me, I would have ended myself.’

Barret saw the nervous look in his eyes, going from Barret’s dick to Tifa and then Cloud. Johnny was intimidated and awed at the same time. “H-hey, bro…”

“Hey.”

Cloud didn't care. He really didn't. He turned back around to the counter, cock swinging and left the conversation there. As for Tifa, she smiled at Johnny and asked:

“Yes, Johnny? Something the matter?”

“Tifa…” Johnny called out, almost hollow. He could still see Cloud's fucking cock even though his back was turned. That thing was dangling and Johnny…Johnny's own manhood was not. Feeling so feeble, he mustered a smile and replied, “Nothing. Nothing at all, haha.”

Tifa blinked, confused, but followed suite to face the bartender again. She and Cloud were whispering about the mission and whether Johnny's arrival could help.

Barret, analyzing the young man, realized it would not. This wasn't about race. Two white guys, Cloud and Johnny, had radically different-sized penises. Indeed, it was a matter of being better; of matching up to the impossibly provocative Tifa Lockhart and getting your cock between her tits.

Simply seeing Cloud’s BWC felt like the thing was the missing key to her hole. That Tifa and her big tits belonged to Cloud and Cloud alone.

It took a long, long minute for Johnny to recover. That massive cock a-and being next to Tifa? His crush? The sexy, badass woman that he loved?

Johnny had never seen something so gut-wrenching before. His crush. His crush—

“Hey, brother,” Barret called out. He alone hadn't turned on him. “Sit.”

Barret had a bigger dick but, like…it made sense considering his size. His biceps were larger than Johnny’s head and in terms of height dwarfed the redhead. Again, it just made it sense. But Cloud? Somehow, Cloud was above that—above Barret and Johnny. It didn’t make sense. Shell-shocked, Johnny walked over and joined him.

“Two tequilas for him,” Barret told Kyrie.

“Coming right up!”

In half a minute, the nude chick slid over the tequila. Johnny wasn't a drinker. Today, he happily was.

“Ex-SOLDIER, childhood friend, and sexy playboy!” Johnny said, cheeks flushing. “Ha! Of course!”

“Why does he always say that?” Cloud muttered under his breath, overhearing him.

Barret was cool and steady. “Look, man, that's just how it is.”

“A well-hung dude stealing your crush is how it's supposed to be?” Johnny snorted. “Then maybe we should start rebelling.” He spoke in a low, hushed tone so that Cloud and Tifa wouldn't hear. This was a man-to-man conversation.

“Already going straight for rebellion?”

“The world is an unfair place. It’s not just Cloud, man.” 

“Shit, brother, who else did you see?” Barret asked in a hush.

“The old man—Hojo.” Barret perked up while Johnny slammed down his tequila. “I worked for him and the dude was fucking three of the hottest babes on the beach. I had to stand there and air condition him with one of those big feathers."

"Damn..."

"Yep." Johnny downed the tequila. "Life is unfair."

‘Hot babes…Hojo…’ Barret narrowed his eyes. ‘Well, I'll be. Looks like we have our next steps.’

“Mind taking us to his room?”

“Huh? Why?”

“We came here lookin’ for him is all,” Barret said.

Johnny paused before sighting. “Fine.” He drank the remainder of his tequila and ended up wearing a big smile. “Fine! Alright, let's go!”

So Johnny got up and dramatically bowed at them to follow.

Barret whispered to Cloud and Tifa, “He's takin’ us to Hojo. Get your asses ready. We might find a lead.”

The confidence Johnny picked up died a horrible death as soon as they got up. His eyes momentarily went blank. Barret already knew what he was thinking.

‘Yep, not all guys are born equal.’

Imagining a nude Tifa Lockhart was amazing. It was a view neither Johnny nor Barret would forget. Through hell, through heaven, they would fondly recall her boobs and their jiggle as she got up. Except accompanying the image of sexy, busty Tifa was the horse-hung cock of Cloud Strife.

“What's wrong?” Tifa put a hand on her hip and smiled. “Let's go.”

“Yeah, come on.”

Combining Barret and Johnny's cock wouldn't change reality. Cloud was bigger and better. Sighing, Johnny shook his head and dejectedly walked them to Hojo's room. He didn’t even want to ogle Tifa anymore, knowing that there was a huge cock—far bigger than his own, most importantly—right beside it.

Barret felt the same and didn't look back either. He just followed Johnny while ignoring the meaty thwaps of his schlong. Cocks that bounced on the sack, Barret and Johnny, versus a cock that bounced between thighs, Cloud. What an agitating contrast.

At first, Barret thought they were going to the second floor. Not good since Scarlet was there. Comforting her later was better.

But no, they went up higher, to the top floor of the yacht where the sun shined brightest. A rooftop that everyone assumed was exclusive. To an extent, it was given who was there.

Professor Hojo, the Director of Research and Development at Shinra. A man with his own agenda that pioneered the SOLDIER program. Traditionally an unattractive man with his age, hunched posture, round glasses, and thin, long hair tied into a ponytail.

“Ahhh…”

Except as unattractive as he might have been, he was similar to Cloud in two ways: one, he got mad pussy; two, his dick was ten inches long. A fucking coke can of a cock—no, bigger. 

‘Oh, you have gotta be shitting me…!’ Barret thought, crossing his arms, immediately agitated. His flaccid wiener was, for the second time today, totally humiliated.

Sunbathing on the rooftop of the yacht surrounded by three beautiful girls who were working as one to suck his cock. No wonder Johnny broke down seeing Cloud. First Hojo, some old man, now Cloud, his pseudo-rival. 

“Uh…” Cloud stood there awkwardly as did Tifa. Rather than size, it was the act of being blown and serviced that shocked them.

For Barret, it was the size. On his best, he was eight and a half inches and yet this mad scientist was two inches above that. Certainly smaller and thinner than Cloud. However, in a way, it served as a bridge between Cloud and everyone else. That maybe Cloud’s ridiculous size was feasible and based in reality.

“Hojo~!” Among the three women was a platinum-blonde with white sunglasses atop. She was rather infatuated with his tanned crown, licking to and fro. Her tongue technique was phenomenally fast, never letting the saliva simmer. She proceeded to slide her tongue around the glans, making sure to hear that long groan from the middle-aged male.

As for the other two, the black woman with the frizzy dark orange hair traced the veins of his shaft and jerked him off. The contrast in skin tone was not too heavy as Hojo was already tan without the sun. 

The third woman had a dark brown bob and was wearing a baseball hat. She was nestled between his legs, face hidden from her deep work on his ballsack. Suckling the left testicle, smooching it, and then going back to suckling.

Hojo lay there with his arms behind him and his eyes to the beautiful sky. The round sunglasses hid the sheer delight inside him. Barret didn’t need them though. He could already tell the man was in heaven.

‘Fuck, I saw all these bitches at the beach too.’ Barret was seething. ‘And this dude took them—all because he has a big dick.’

“Man, so lucky…” Johnny muttered.

Three gorgeous women and one mediocre man. Three attractive skilled women that anyone would pay to fuck…

“Ahhh…”

Who were whoring themselves out toward Hojo who had a ten inch erect cock, beefy and upright. Barret never thought the day would come when he hated Shinra more than he already did.

‘How is it fair that a Shinra executive has a huge cock!? The world just ain't fair!’

It wasn’t until Johnny cleared his throat that the ladies stopped to look at them. They didn’t like audiences, it seemed, and they all flushed red. Barret didn’t care about how they looked at him until it was the black chick with the orange hair. Instinctively, he squared up and tugged on his dick to make it look longer. She eyed up his body, somewhat interested in his muscles, then lost interest the moment she dropped to his cock.

“Wow, that’s small,” Barret could hear the frizzled-hair woman say in her head. Barret grit his teeth. A fucking old man was bigger than him.

The black chick’s reaction when she saw Cloud, however? 

“Ohmygosh, that’s sooo big!”

The wide eyes. The sharp breath. The BWC had the woman gobsmacked. The BBC on the other hand? Nothing but a flat expression.

‘I seriously fucking hate Cloud. And Shinra. And this world.’ 

Because Barret really was a catch—until he stood next to an actual stud like Cloud. Fucking hell…

Annoyed by the lack of love, Hojo sighed and peered over. He scanned Barret first—snorting at his tiny weiner—then Johnny who he recalled had been helping him. Finally, his gaze settled on Cloud and he cracked a smile.

“So, even you have arrived here.” Hojo sat upright, almost grinning. “What’s this visit for, hrm?”

“Hojo,” Cloud said, the name spoke with venom. 

“I wish only to satisfy their material greed so I can be left to pursue my great work. So don’t worry, I won’t tell.” Hojo’s eyes went toward Tifa. “Mm, so many excellent hips. Want to help give birth to the world's next hero?”

Tifa put a hand on her hip, offended. Given that he was still erect, she did not like that comment. “Excuse me?”

Hojo laughed. The trio of ladies giggled with him, with two of them stroking his dick. “If not, then what are you here for?”

“We want to see Scarlet.”

“And?”

“Can you tell us how to meet her?” Cloud asked.

“Why should I do that?” Hojo asked. “We are enemies. While I hate that slut, I won’t betray her.”

Discreet looks were exchanged between Barret, Cloud, and Tifa. Just as they theorized, Hojo’s relationship with the rest of Shinra was…different. Very different to the point of isolation. Hojo was crazy even by their standards, doing deplorable acts. On any other day, they would have caved his head in.

Today, on the yacht, they needed to be cordial. They needed information and they needed a plan to defeat Scarlet’s wider operations. So they decided to—

“Just kidding! I hate that bitch more than I hate you too,” Hojo said. “To put it simply, you gotta give a performance, man.”

Cloud blinked twice. “A…performance?”

“You…” Hojo pointed one index finger at Cloud and then the other at Tifa. “...and you. Fuck the brains out of each other near the pools. Get a crowd going. The whispers will spread to Scarlet and once that happens, she will come out and you can talk to her.”

‘Come out of her room and talk? Wait, that can also mean we can go in and grab what we need!’ Too wrapped in the mission, Barret nodded at Cloud and Tifa. He expected them to immediately agree, forgetting exactly what they were being told to do.

“W-w-w-what!?” Tifa recoiled, boobs jiggling. Johnny side-eyed her, pretending that he was secretly salivating. Tifa put her arms under her bust and shook her head. “T-that’s…no way! We won’t do that! There has to be another way.”

The two were blushing red, Tifa more than Cloud. 

“I’m afraid not, my big-titty friend. This is all you can do to steal her attention.” Hojo shrugged. “It’s up to you, really. Do it or don’t do it.”

“Ahem. I agree,” Johnny said. “There has to be another way. We can—”

“Eight inches is the minimum to catch her attention. So you two…” Hojo pointed at Johnny and Barret. “...are too small. Way too small.”

“Small? I’m eight inches when I’m…you know!” Barret exclaimed.

“Sure,” Hojo replied dismissively. “She'll know too. Scarlet is a weapons connoisseur and can tell size with a single glance.”

“That’s…” Cloud trailed off, not knowing what to say. Sex with Tifa was amazing, the guy wasn’t complaining on that front. But in front of a crowd? For the sake of attention? 

Silence fell as they considered their options. There were none. To get the information they needed, they had to get Scarlet to leave her room. And since Johnny was here, an innocent, as well as Hojo, a member of Shinra, they couldn’t turn around and discuss this new hatchet in their plan. They either had to go along with it or stop here.

‘Fuck. Fuck! I don’t want to watch Tifa get plowed by that BWC but…for the sake of the planet…’ Barret eyed Tifa and then Cloud. Although blushing and anxious, the two of them had made up their minds.

Tifa sucked in a breath, arms under her bust. “Why are you helping us?”

Agreed. Barret thought they were going to offer something up. 

“Because you are the hottest lady I've seen and that…” Hojo chuckled as he nudged at Cloud. “...is the biggest dick I've ever seen. It is very rare that I find such…interesting specimens.”

“Should I take that as a compliment?”

“I meant it as one.”

The three ladies sitting near his cock were instantly jealous. 

“Aw, but sir~”

“Aren’t we the most beautiful?”

“Hojjoooo~”

Barret hated seeing them coo over fucking Hojo of all people. Cloud and Tifa rolled their eyes. Johnny, meanwhile, was stuck on something else.

“H-hey, Tifa, ya know, can’t you, uh…” Johnny met Tifa’s eyes and stuttered. “Y-y-you know…”

“You know what?” Tifa tilted her head. Johnny gulped and looked her over.

“Because you are the hottest lady I've seen and that is the biggest dick I've ever seen.”

What Hojo said was true. Wide hips, thick thighs, big tits, beautiful face, Tifa Lockhart was perfect for breeding.

And right beside her was the only capable of breeding such a fine woman—Cloud Strife and his flaccid ten inch cock. He dwarfed Johnny's one-inch acorn dick, being ten times bigger. Now, Johnny wasn't the type to obsess over dick size. However, when your crush was standing next to someone hung like a horse, your stomach dropped. Your world felt like it was nothing. Your cock felt like it was nothing.

The woman Johnny loved was in front of him, nude and fresh and smiling. Beside her was the biggest cock Johnny had ever seen. It was his worst nightmare coming true.

The delusions flashed through him. Images and voices and minute-long visuals of the future.

‘Tifa is going to get destroyed by that massive cock!’

Right in front of his crush, Johnny was declaring he had a small dick. That Cloud was the better option by numerous standards. That Johnny was pathetic, that Hojo was right, and that she deserved to mate with Cloud over him.

In front Tifa fucking Lockhart, the busty beauty who could fuck any male of her choosing, Johnny outed himself as the worst option.

“Me and Cloud will do it,” Tifa declared both to Johnny and everyone else. “We have to.”

It was natural, really, and the room for debate just wasn’t there. Johnny tried to muster a response but couldn’t. The only male allowed to pair up with such a specimen was Cloud Strife, the one with the biggest cock. Technically, it would have been better for Barret. After all, for him to sneak inside Scarlet’s room with his size was next to impossible.

But suggesting that he fuck Tifa was just…not an option. It just wasn’t. It had to be Cloud. 

“Are you sure?” Cloud asked. “Your legs are still shaking.”

Way to go, Cloud. Noticing your girl was struggling while also telling everyone you fucked a master martial artist so hard that she could barely stand.

“I-I’ll be fine,” Tifa retorted. “Let’s go!” She grabbed his hand and took him down the stairs.

Johnny and Barret stood there. In the background, Hojo’s three whores began sucking his dick again. They didn’t bother glancing back and silently followed after Cloud and Tifa. 

“I’m gonna have to watch…” Johnny murmured. “Why…why is this happening to me?”

Going down the stairs, Barret patted him on the back. “Don’t worry, man. It happens.”

“You’ve seen your crush get fucked by a huge cock?”

"No, but..."

Yeah, Barret had nothing. 

Reaching the pool area, the whispers were already loud and ready.

“Look at that cock!”

“You mean look at that girl’s tits! And abs! And red eyes! She’s flawless!”

“But the pretty white boy has some real dick on him. Mm, I wish that were me…”

Cloud and Tifa were holding hands, blushing. Tifa put a hand to her heart, eyes closed. She readied herself for this. In front of everyone, she and Cloud were going to fuck. Barret remained in the background. For someone of his stature, stealth was next to impossible.

‘You two are really going to have to sell this.’ 

And they did. First was the kiss. Facing each other, staring into their eyes, there was a pause. A silence. Then, Cloud’s arms wrapped around her waist and they delved into a kiss. Big boobs pressed to his bare chest. Johnny was so fucking envious but he couldn’t look away. Not when such perfect specimen were about to fuck. It was like porn but in real life.

Cloud pulled Tifa close, his arms re-wrapping around her slender waist. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues entwining in a sensual dance. Tifa moaned softly into Cloud's mouth as she felt his large, soft cock press against her belly. She reached down, grasping the base of his length, feeling it begin to stir in her hand.

Breaking the kiss, Cloud gazes down at Tifa, a look of pure desire in his eyes. Twitch, twitch, twitch. That cock of his was a monster. The ladies in the background cooed while the males either grumbled or gave a whoop. 

At this point, seeing the tension, people were really beginning to notice. Right next to them was the pool. Attractive men and women were floating about yet all of them paused in the rise of Cloud and Tifa. 

They had to sell this. They really did. So uncharacteristically, Cloud said, "Suck my cock, Tifa. Show everyone what a slut you are for my dick."

‘Woah.’ 

“H-he can’t say that to her,” Johnny said.

Tifa’s smile, red eyes gleaming. She was a martial artist, not a slut, yet the look she gave was absolutely brimming with a sense of fuck-me. Indeed, while Cloud’s acting was good, Tifa’s was great.

“Oh, I’ll be doing a lot more than that.” Tifa pecked a kiss and then kneeled before him. She licked her lips, tasting the salt of their kiss, and then took the head of his cock into her mouth. She sucked gently, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip, enjoying the feeling of his length growing harder and thicker in her mouth.

“Holy shit…!”

“Talk about a big white cock!”

When Cloud’s cock throbbed, it throbbed hard. Harder than anything Johnny, Barret or anyone else on the yacht had seen. It was gargantuan, a hulking example of a manhood. Barret’s own cock twitched, wanting to challenge but already knowing it would fail. Cloud went deeper and deeper into her mouth, growing in length, until he reached that ludicrous twelve inches. 

Tifa Lockhart, Ms. Big Tits herself, was like a chipmunk. Five out of the twelve inches were inside Tifa. Five inches—the average man. The women gulped nervously. The men were either shamed or excited.

This was a yacht meant for sex, after all. Might as well enjoy, right?

Johnny did not agree despite his raging four inch erection. 

Cloud groaned, running his hands through Tifa's hair, encouraging her. Tifa silently obliged, taking more of him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing. He was seriously massive. Eight inches, more than what Barret was worth. Crossing that length, Barret inhaled, crossed his arms, and watched with a big, fat boner. 

Well, it didn’t feel big when Cloud was right there. 

The crowd grew bigger.

Tifa’s free hand cupped Cloud’s heavy balls, massaging them gently, feeling them tighten and draw up as he neared his climax. Cloud's breathing quickened, his hands tightening in her hair. "W-wait…”

Oh? He was already nearing the edge? That was fast. Ah, but then again, it was Tifa. Lasting long inside of her was—

“C-cumming!”

Probably impossible. 

Cloud erupted, his hot cum spraying the back of Tifa's throat. She swallowed greedily, milking his cock with her mouth, draining him of every drop. His balls were heavy and even the great Tifa Lockhart couldn’t gulp forever. His cock burst out, flopping onto her breasts and spurting. 

Tifa sat there on her knees, eyes glazed and her lips parted open. It looked like she had been fucked for a ravaging ten minutes even though she had merely been sucking dick for a minute. Spurt, spurt! Cloud’s cock spilled cum onto her tits. The cumshots were weaker but certainly thicker than what Barret or Johnny could dish out combined.

Barret wished he could join in. So did Johnny. Cumming on Tifa's tits was a dream.

However, Tifa looked so gorgeous, it seemed wrong to do so. Only Cloud should be allowed to do it. That was what their primal instincts were saying.

His climax ended and his cock remained on her tits, semi-flaccid. Both her tits and his cock were huge and it showed. No one else on the yacht could come close to measuring up to them. No lady had the same build as Tifa and no man had the same breeding tool as Cloud. The pair were on another level.

That was why everybody was infatuated. This was a union of a goddess and god.

Tifa exhaled and got around to jerking his wet cock off. Tenderly, she picked the hefty schlong up and kissed the cockhead. That little move right there earned a droplet from pre-cum from Barret. It was so hot and casual. 

“I really wish that was me,” Johnny muttered.

“Same…”

Slowly, Tifa had her soft tongue along his hardening shaft. She was cleaning the trails of cum that had wound up there like a good slut. Cloud was sighing in relief, eyes staring down at her. Her tongue did its work until the very end, until it reached his tip. “Mwah!”

Tifa kissed his cock. Her lips stayed there. Her eyes, meanwhile, went up.

“That sure was fast,” Tifa remarked with a smile.

“S-sorry, Tifa…” Cloud whispered. 

“Mwah~!” Another kiss to his cock. What a responsible young woman.  "It's okay~"

She rose up, eyes meeting, and placed a finger on his chest. She whispered something in his ear and Cloud nodded. The two walked back, the crowd spectating and giving way to them. Cloud wound up lying on a velvet lounge chair, his face and lips never directly making contact with Tifa yet also never leaving them. Tifa and Cloud were glued to each other.

A male spectator tossed Tifa a towel—but the towel ended up being caught by Cloud. Stopping, Cloud wiped the cum off Tifa’s breasts and lips. Tifa winked at the male spectator and had Cloud toss the towel full of his cum back. The spectator did Tifa a favour and ended up receiving Cloud’s cum rag for it. 

Everyone wondered what they were doing, including Barret. That was until Tifa pulled back and turned around, ass to Cloud’s face. Meanwhile, Tifa faced the delicious meat that was Cloud’s twelve inch cock.

Tifa angled the cock toward her. Cloud spread her cheeks aside to glean her gushing pussy. Together, their tongues went to work.

Tifa was a very passionate girl. Her love for cocks was great and she had a soft, long tongue that she was able to glide up to Cloud’s dripping cockhead. There might have been a groan, especially considering how sensitive he was, but the man in question was busy with her pussy.

“Mmm~!” To everyone’s surprise, it was Tifa that moaned first. Tifa’s passion was great but Cloud’s technical ability was greater. He lightly sucked on her clit while licking her pussy at the same time. Tifa trembled, back arching, and proceeded to experience a strange left and right sensation in her cunt. 

Left and right, left and right. Going from pussylip to pussylip, he was opting for a fast, pleasurable skill. Tifa could feel everything, particularly as his tongue hit the edge. It was so much different than using her fingers. This was—

“A-amazing~! Mmmphh~!” Tifa cupped her mouth. One hand held his cock, stroking it, but failing to include good technique. She was being overwhelmed. “C-Cloud~!”

Good at tongue, big dick, good looks, and probably the strongest swordsman in the world. Great. Just great. Barret and Johnny didn’t think their burning jealousy could go further. It just did.

“Haah…ah~!” Tifa fought through the pleasure. She was almost there, almost close to cumming. “C-Cloouuud~! Cumming~!” 

Tifa did. Her back arched elegantly, ass having that supreme curve to it, and her juices were quickly lapped up by Cloud. Tifa panted heavily, her red eyes opening and closing in exhaustion. Her head rested beside Cloud’s massive cock. Left alone like that, throbbing, Tifa realized she had to get revenge. 

Pushing through the aftershocks of her climax, she rolled her tongue over his cockhead. Girthy and twitchy, it was a fun part to examine with her long wet tongue. Her head went in circles, matching her slippery movements dramatically, and went down again to base. Tifa Lockhart was a real tongue acrobat.

Cloud was eating her out harder, forgetting technique in exchange for just tasting her. Tifa trembled, toes curling, and drove her tongue up his shaft until she was back at the tip. It was now or never. Tifa opened her mouth and swallowed.

“Mmmpphh!”

She went down, down, down, deepthroating every inch of his giant cock. Her throat bulge lightly, his cock visible through it. The spectators were invigorated at this point.

Tifa Lockhart had taken Cloud Strife’s entire twelve inch cock. All of it was swallowed. All of it was taken.

What a woman.

The way she struggled was a silent announcement too. To all the men who thought their cocks were worthy of Tifa, they weren’t. If she could take that thing, your cock meant literally nothing. 

Tifa didn’t go up or down, Tifa remained. She remained dedicated to Cloud’s cock, keeping it inside her, swallowed. The sheer tightness of her throat was something Cloud didn’t expect. His tongue kept going at her but with increasing difficulty. 

His balls clenched. Her pussy quivered. Together, they came. 

“Mmmpph~!”

Tifa’s juices were small. Some splattered onto Cloud’s cheek, but generally speaking, it was fine. But Tifa’s experience was much different.

“MMMPPPHHHHH~!”

Cum burst out from the corner of her lips, spilling onto Cloud’s pelvis. It wasn’t just a single line, there was so much cum that it was akin to a waterfall. A load that couldn’t possibly be rivalled by anyone else.

“Gssshhhkk~!”

They couldn’t even see Cloud’s cock either. Like magic, it had disappeared inside Tifa’s throat. And yet everyone knew his cumshots were absurd. Gulp, gulp, gulp! Rather than swallowing, she was simply taking his thick creamy cum. Her lips were in an O-shape and her cheeks were pulsing from the pulsating cock.

Tifa’s eyes were rolled back, seemingly addicted to the sensation. She wasn’t struggling, she was loving this. Her own orgasm plus Cloud’s orgasm; she was on cloud nine. Slowly, towards the end, the throbs became distant. The cumshots were far and between and Tifa decided to let everyone see. 

Pop!

Saliva and cum connected Tifa as she ripped herself from his semi-flaccid schlong. Cloud’s huge cock bounced onto the gap between his legs and proceeded to spill the equivalent of a normal orgasm. That’s right, even while tapering off, Cloud could spew out as much as Barret and Johnny.

“Holy fuck…”

“Wow…”

The crowd was amazed. At this point, there was no idea what they were going to do next. The women thought it was the end. No man could cum twice like that—especially back-to-back. It was impossible. Barret, for a moment, agreed.

Until he saw his dick twitching and threatening to reach full mast again. 

“Just how many loads does he have in him?” Barret asked, low and annoyed.

“Look at his fucking balls, of course he’s not tapped out yet,” Johnny replied. 

Tifa eyed his semi-erect cock, witnessing its wiggly movements and smiling. She grabbed it and, like before, jerked it off. As if meeting its mate, Cloud casually returned to full mast. The towering cock cast a shadow over Tifa, the sun having moved to give the perfect angle. Everyone knew something was about to happen. 

Cloud was far stronger than he appeared. Grabbing Tifa’s waist, he picked her up, reversed her, and placed her onto the lounge chair. He made out with her, cock flat against her abs, and broke the kiss to slap his cock onto her gushing pussy. Everyone assumed Cloud was about to fuck her missionary. 

He didn’t. 

“Oh, hell no. Seriously? In front of everyone?” Barret glanced at Johnny who at this point was jerking himself off. 

Johnny…was resigned to his fate. His crush was going to get destroyed by a bigger cock and he was okay with that—as long as he got to watch. Schalp! Schalp! Schlap! Barret pitied him and his four inches.

Cloud pulled her to her feet, hauling her up against him, their sweat-slick bodies pressed together. He grinded his pelvis against her, his cock sliding between her ass cheeks. Tifa’s head was craned back and she kissed Cloud. With one arm wrapped around her, Cloud picked her up, feet off the floor, and took her to the railing. Anyone that stood in their way got out of their way.

These two sexy characters were about to fuck. Let them. Jerk off to them. 

Tifa’s feet touched the ground and she swiftly went over to the railing and bent over, presenting her delectable ass and shaved pussy to Cloud. Bent over, looking back at him with a lustful gaze, there was no question what she wanted.

“Give me that dick, Cloud,” Tifa exhaled huskily. “Now.” 

Cloud smiled and positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance. With a slow, steady thrust, he sank into her, filling her pussy with his thick length. Tifa thought she had adjusted to his size.

She thought wrong.

“G-god~! So big~! Mmmphh~!” Tifa’s lips parted open, her eyes rolling back as she felt his size stretching her, stimulating her in a way that only he could. Barret wouldn’t have been able to do this. Johnny sure as hell wouldn’t have been able to do this.

Only Cloud had a cock big enough to fuck her.

Coincidentally, they had chosen a spot directly next to where they were. They were close enough that they could watch and count every, individual inch pass inside her. Upon the fourth inch, Johnny’s inch, the redhead came. Upon the eighth inch, Barret’s length, the black man decided to spank the monkey.

“I don't even care anymore,” Barret muttered. Schlap! Schalp! Schlap! His big left hand pumped his cock eagerly. “Scarlet isn’t here yet, so might as fucking well.”

She should have been here. Cloud gripped Tifa’s hips and slammed into her. Going balls-deep earned an orgasmic gasp. With just one thrust, Cloud managed to do that which most men couldn’t.

“C-Cloouuuud~! I already—nngghhh~!” 

She came. She really did. The ladies of the yacht eyed their own lovers who had failed to do what Cloud did to Tifa. With one thrust too. He did it in one fucking thrust. 

Cloud wasn’t the type to hold back, not when the mission was in line. So he railed her as hard as he could, his cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet heat. Tifa wasn’t a chump. Her ass slammed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her body moving in perfect sync with his.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! 

It was truly astonishing how in sync they were. Despite Cloud giving her an early orgasm, Tifa managed to recover and meet his womb-crushing thrusts. That was they were; womb-crushing. There was no way her pussy had any space whatsoever when Cloud went fully inside. No way. Watching only half his cock inside her was absurd enough. Its thickness gave no room to relax. 

“Mmmpphh~! Cloud~! Cloud~!” She bit her bottom lip, preventing her expression from becoming delirious. Secretly, both Barret and Johnny wanted to see it. They wanted to see her break. 

“Clouuud~! Cloud~! Haah~! Haaahhhhh~!” She took in a breath. She controlled herself. Tifa refused to break under his cock, not when Scarlet had yet to appear. 

She tightened up. 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! 

Cloud casually proceeded to fuck even faster. 

“Nnnghhh~! Gggshhhh~!” Tifa came. She couldn’t say it this time, it just happened. Cloud was fucking her faster than ever before—fucking her faster than anyone had fucked a woman on this sex-filled yacht. 

There was Barret, Johnny and everyone else plowing a chick doggy-style. There were moans and some sounds of clapping. But with Cloud? They could hear the loud echoes of his balls slapping. They could hear Tifa’s juices squirt down to the floor. They could hear and see her twisting expression doing everything it could to remain normal.

Tifa was a fighter to the bitter end.

“I-I feel so weak~! Cloud~! Cloud~! You feel soooo good~!” Gasp. Another orgasm spread through her system. Her strong, trained arms were beginning to go limp. “YOUR DICK IS TOO GOOD~!” 

Tifa understood this. Barret understood this. Hell, even Johnny understood just how amazing his dick was. Ironically, the only person that didn’t was Cloud himself. 

“Say it again,” Cloud demanded. “Tell everyone how good my dick it is!”

Slam! CLAP—! 

It was all apart of the role. That was what he was telling him. That didn’t stop it from being incredibly hot. 

“IT’S SHOOO GOOD~! CLOUDD~! CLOUUDDD~! HAAAAHHH~! MMMPMPPPHHHH~! YOU’RE COCK IS SOOOO MUCH BIGGER THAN EVERYONE ELSE’S! BARRET CAN’T COMPARE! JOHNNY CAN’T COMPARE~! NO ONE CANNNN~!” 

The mission. The mission. This was all for the mission. That was why she was saying all those things, Barret convinced himself. If he wanted to, he could definitely make her gaping, Cloud-fucked pussy cum. 

Tifa’s moans and the slick, wet noises of their passion carried across the deck. Tifa could feel his heavy balls slap against her booty. She loved it, eyes rolling back but never going out of her control. The mission was at stake. She treated this railing like she were fighting Sephiroth. 

"Yesshhh~!!! Yes, yes, yes! Oh, yessshh!” She sucked up the slobber that had begun to come up. Remember, the mission! The mission! “Right there, right there! KEEP FUCKING ME RIGHT THEERREE~!!" 

Where it was, it was much deeper than whatever Barret could access with his own cock. At this point, his dick was on the cusp of an orgasm. Witnessing Tifa be so…happy was gut-wrenching. As her friend and ally, he was also happy. As a potential partner, it was sad. As a voyeur, it was fucking incredible.

His black cock lurched forward and his gaze stayed glued to her jiggling tits. Johnny was the same. He jerked off his soft dick with his two fingers, his balls empty yet his mind full of her big tits. 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! 

Tifa cried out, her body on edge, pleasure coiling tightly within her. A fourth orgasm was nigh but she wanted to maintain her dignity. Her arms and head were dangling off the railing, her limbs failing her with every passing thrust. 

Barret had never been so jealous of the ocean. Only its reflection could fully see Tifa’s shaking 32DDDs. Oh, sure, from his angle, he could still see everything, expression and tits and all, but the underside was an underrated angle in his view. 

Suddenly, Cloud pulled out from her cunt—schlick—his long cock jutting up proudly. There was confusion until he spoke up.

“Show me how much you want me dick. Put it in yourself.” 

Tifa wasted no time and did just that. Her shaking arm went under and grabbed the tip of his cock, brushing it against her pussy. The bulbous tip was worth two or three men, its size compared to her pussy like a battering ram. However, after so much fucking, her cunt practically opened itself to him. 

“Haahh…mmpphhh…” The aftershocks got her and the cock accidentally slipped from her grasp. Cloud waited patiently and let her try again. This time, he went inside. This time, the one moving was Tifa.

CLAP—! 

“Unh~! Unh! Nnggh~!”

CLAP—! 

“Cloud…Cloud…” Tifa muttered. His name was like a mantra, a vote of confidence for her. Her pale thicc ass slammed again and again and gained momentum. 

"Good girl..."

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Tifa’s hair had been short today because of the style she had it in. The white flower on the side and the short hairdo gave her a kind of innocence, despite her big alluring tits. But with a lengthy, quivering breath, she grabbed the flower and tossed it into the ocean. She took her hair and undid it, the long black length unveiling to the fullest. 

The long-hair Tifa was a sign of a primal Tifa. A Tifa that had forgone all notions of the motions and just wanted dick.

The Tifa that Cloud wanted to see. 

Her hips slammed back faster and faster. Her cunt, in turn, became tighter and tighter. Cloud groaned and let her do her thing. Ass clapping against his pelvis, cunt munching on his cock, and her boobs jiggling every time she did so. Everyone noticed those tits and had been pleading to expose them more.

By grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, Cloud did just that. Barret jerked himself off harder. 

“Unh~!” Tifa loved the pain that came with it. She relished it, grinning, red eyes meeting Cloud’s. Cloud pulled her hair back further, her body arching and convulsing, until they kissed again. His thrusts were shorter, more intimate. The couple kissed as if they were on their honeymoon. Two youths loving each other and giving each other what they wanted.

‘Almost there, almost there…!’

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! 

While Barret was playing himself, Cloud was fucking the big-titty Tifa till she was a moaning mess. A dichotomy like no other. The big black men pathetically masturbating to the sight of the white guy fucking the hottest chick around. He kept pulling on her long hair, using them to enhance his thrusts.

“Cloouuud~! CLOOUUUD~!” 

Not that Cloud really needed to. He just wanted to see her orgasming face and her boobs. 

"You like that, don't you? My big cock stretching your tight pussy, making you feel so good." Cloud said. “If you ask me, it fits like a glove."

He released her hair, her head snapping back down, boobs jiggling, and began the hard, fast thrusts again. 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! 

“I’m going to cum,” Cloud declared. He leaned forward and whispered so that only Tifa could hear. Pulling back and standing upright, smiling, Cloud suddenly asked the audience, “Inside or outside?”

Barret was shocked. ‘Motherfucker is seriously asking that?’ 

“Inside!”

“Insiiidee! Do itttt!” 

“Creampie that slut! Impregnate her!” 

“I wanna see her pussy full.”

Johnny did not like that idea. “H-hold on—” But was promptly drowned out.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!”

It was almost like Johnny never existed. Compared to the absolute bliss of hung Cloud Strife, Johnny was nothing. Already having orgasmed, cock wormed up and balls empty, he just had to accept it. Accept that Cloud was ramming his big white rod inside his crush’s sopping cunt, his twelve inches piercing past any spot that he or anyone else could reach. He was ravaging her pussy to the point of no return. 

“What if you get me pregnant?! C-Cloud! I-I ..hah hah..” Tifa’s whispers were heard by few. Cloud himself, Barret, Johnny, and some of the people that were close to the railing. Johnny was happy, hoping that maybe the creampie he feared wouldn’t happen. That maybe, just maybe, he could still be the first man to cum inside her.

But that tune soon changed.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!

"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" Tifa cried, her breath coming in short gasps as got fucked harder, faster. "CLOUD~! I WANT YOU TO CUM INSIDE ME, FILL ME UP WITH YOUR HOT CUM! FILL ME UPP~! ONLY YOU CAN CUM INSSIIIDE MEEE~!” 

Like the flip of a switch, Tifa changed her opinion and Johnny’s smile dropped. Tifa's body tensed, her back arching as she cried out, her own orgasm ripping through her. Cloud joined her, his cock pulsating. Johnny reached out.

“Cumming!”

Cloud empties his load deep inside her, his hands gripping her hips tightly, holding her down. All of that gushing cum ended up inside her womb, warm and happy. 

Spurt, spurt, spurt! 

Barret himself had cum, streaks of white hitting the floor. His cum almost splashed Tifa’s ankle but narrowly missed. He wasn’t Cloud. He could never reach her. Instead, he could only watch Tifa get pumped full of his cum. That was his position, his role. He was the observer.

Pump, pump, pump. 

Barret wondered if Cloud had suggested that he really impregnate her here. Because the sheer amount of cum filling her up was too much. There was no way she wasn’t pregnant. Cum was spilling from the edges of her pussylips and, as Barret expected, that alone was more than what he dished out. 

‘This fucking guy...’

Barret cursed in his head. His own load definitely wouldn’t have been able to leak out from her pussy like that. 

The sex between Tifa and Cloud was like an event. Those that came breathed heavily and then applauded. Those that were there for the visuals also applauded. Everyone was happy about it—except Johnny and Barret. 

Tifa herself was smiling and staring at the great ocean. Cloud was sighing, eyes up to the heavens. They were cloud nine, reaching a state of nirvana no one else could comprehend. Cloud didn’t pull himself out either, he wanted to be sheathed inside her for a long, long time. That was the type of look he had

That was when Barret heard it. The click of heels. The arrogance and authority of a Shinra executive. The crowd gave way to her:

“My, oh my, now what is this…”

Scarlet, the Head of Weapons Development, arrived and she looked very pleased by the raunchy scene.