Mamono Student Exchange Goblin Ch 03

(Everyone, I have been going through a lot of domestic and rent issues, so I am keeping this short (real life job) but many other things are on my mind. Contact me if you have a plan on commissioning something, even though I am totally tech-retarded)

That lewd sound.

The sound of flesh slapping on flesh, the feeling of a short, stacked and green goblin girl on his loins, her skin always feeling different than that of a human woman, her fragrant, spicy feminine scent driving him crazy. John would never get tired of it. The wet, loose sounds of lewd clapping, when a tiny naked goblin girl was bouncing on his lap, holding her breasts with her eyes, closed, her dyed, short, and waxed hair pointed up like some weird brigand's hairdo filled his ears along with the howling sound of his blood pumping through him.

While his other girlfriend was preparing breakfast in a tiny magical (or technological-with these creatures John couldn't determine which was arcane and which was mundane-) pan, watching them with a sly smile. Molly had turned out to be the quite lusty side-girl, a pint-sized fucktoy to her John, always walking into their room naked in the dormitory and eager to take the place when Gemma was bored. But Gemma liked Molly. She was harmless, was not a rival, and wouldn't bother keeping John for herself. Turning her head from the pan and staring at her love and Molly going at it, she saw Molly's toned, cute little green ass bouncing on her man's lap, her pussy lips engulfing his hard, red member. She saw his balls contract, slamming his forward and pumping another load of seed into the little compact goblin's cunt. Gemma smiled indulgently, Molly had wanted a piece of proper human male for years: she was too poor to travel to human lands. She was too socially awkward to make advances on already taken human men, most of whom were in monogamous, loyal marriages with their goblin wives. John was a young, horny man with a love of "greenskin" females, so fortune had delivered each a little something in their lives for once.

Molly's back was turned to her, her ass still bouncing on John's lap lying on the bed. With a loud groan, John shuddered, spending his seed inside the little goblin's pocket-sized cunt and giving the small, round ass a loud slap and making Molly squeal. At that rate, she would be definitely pregnant, perhaps earlier than Gemma, if she wasn't already. Child support was in the college's program, but her studies would slow down.

"When you both lovebirds are done, breakfast is ready!" Gemma spoke with an earnest smile.

*-*-*-*

After a light breakfast of bacon and eggs, two goblins and one human were scrubbing themselves under the hot shower generously donated by the scientifically-minded goblin university. The fun fact was that John was just the right dick-sucking height, and Gemma could finally have some fun and her morning shot of essence. As Molly kept scrubbing had back and legs, Gemma's head bobbed, massaging and sucking John's penis under the rivulets of water, the young man groaning as he scrubbed himself and Gemma's cute little head. Gemma shuddered when Molly's hand squeezed her ass, and she knelt behind her.

Her eyes shot wide open when she felt the tip of Molly's tongue around her light green asshole, gently thrusting inside and starting to move. Orgasming hard, she kept sucking, being rewarded with John's seed exploding inside her mouth and filling her throat. Her head slowed down, crumbling to the ground as she swallowed, sighing.

"Molly!" She squeaked in mock anger and laughter. "That was..."

Molly merely giggled, stepping outside for a moment to brush her teeth and redo her spiky hair. Anilingus was not a taboo but was reserved in mamonokind as the ultimate declaration of intimacy. Gemma stood up, kissed John, and started giving him a full body scrub with her soapy body, using her fat tits as two soft pillows.

"I love you both..." John gasped, kissing Gemma's lips and hugging her, her deft hands masturbating him slowly.

"I know, humie..." Gemma smiled, looking into his eyes with love. "When you're done, the course starts at ten o'clock: Fluid Mechanics 101. I got our books ready."

John smiled. He didn't just come to fuck goblins but be productive.

And fuck goblins.

And a nice orcish prostitute, an acquired pleasure. He had to think about revealing Gemma about that because he had genuine feelings for the huge, green, beautiful orcish woman who worked as a prostitute in Goblin-town because she did not want to fight, but wanted to love humans intimately.

Food for thought.

*-*-*-*

The morning class after all the revelries was a cool, crisp wake-up call to John. Goblins were intelligent, very much so. But their experiments were strange. Unlike human or dwarven engineers, Goblins kept few safety redundancies in machinery and focused more on results rather than safety and order. The theory was shaky, results were, for the lack of a better word, incendiary.

"But the tensile strength of the gears at this rate..." John kept turning the pages, trying to make heads from the tails of the isometric gear painting, squinted, and traced his fingers on the rough paper.

The first course was wild. The calculations for safety margins present in human academies were simply non-existent, goblins built extra absorbing plates around the hull of devices to absorb any mechanical failures rather than keeping failsafes. That resulted in devices being bulkier but with a quicker and simpler construction price, but heavier and more stationary.

The classroom was wild, lewd, and fun, however. Some goblins brought their human husbands with less clothing than propriety demanded, and some had human servant girls, though not leashed as slaves as dark elves did, who wore only loincloths and took care of cleaning and arranging notes. Goblin girls wore clothes that were mostly concerned with safety rather than aesthetics, it wasn't unusual to see a teacher goblin, naked but wearing a long, thick leather apron and steel faceguard in application courses.

Gemma and Molly flanked her in a protective pose and warmed his body with their cute, beautiful bodies, John focused on his studies during the day. The class had a lot of pretty goblin girls, and some of the bespectacled human servant girls made passing glances at John, earning a death glare from the goblin duo.

Gemma made it clear: That man is mine and Molly's.

The lunch was in a mess hall where everyone ate in four-seated steel chairs. Spartan but clean, the food was a bit spicy for his taste. Fried potatoes, gravy-rich stew, and cornbread were on the menu, Molly had paid a premium for a slice of fish and fried onions as well.

"You better brush your teeth later, I'm not kissing you with that mouth," Gemma kissed Molly's big, fat ears and squeezed her ass, who just giggled.

"Can I ask a question?" John poured gravy on his cornbread.

"Sure."

"You two are...?"

Gemma laughed. "Goblins are like that. Molly and I had a bit of fun, but now that we are all three, I'm willing to accept her as a sister-wife, if that's alright by you. Our people are...relaxed in matters of sex."

John nearly choked on his food. He almost quipped about Nohrah but decided to keep silent. Gemma's eyes twinkled, she guessed as much. Deciding while the iron was hot...

"So, John, should we know of someone special other than us? A human girl waiting for you?"

"No." John shook his head.

"Goblin? Orc?" Gemma grinned when he felt him shuffle. "You like the green, don't you?"

"Now you put it that way..."

Gemma and Molly both laughed as they ate. "Where did you find an orc? Was it when your village exchanged guests with orc nomads?"

"No..." John chewed his gravy and cornbread. "She lives here."

Gemma blinked, and then her grin became wide. "Ohhh, laborer? I think the dockworkers' guild has a lot of orcish women in foundries: they alone can handle the machinery." Seeing him stay silent, her mouth was agape, but her reaction was not of disgust, but surprise:

"No...Red Light District...I think I saw an orc prostitute there. I know that: some orcs become more human-like when they lose too many battles...They like to fuck human men and live like human wives, and often have human incubi sons." Gemma was well-read not just in science but in history. And talkative.

Molly's mouth was open as well, she wasn't upset, but surprised. Both goblins grinned looking at each other at finding out their common boyfriend's secret.

"What's her name?" She asked eagerly.

"Nohrah." John sighed, the cat was out of the bag, out of the window, and rampaging in the courtyard.

"We should visit her sometime."

"Really?" John was shocked beyond reason. "You...accept her as it is?"

"Why not? We greenskins stick together. Women, more so. Poor prostitute women, whose lives can be uprooted if shit goes sideways? Three times so. If you...want to take things forward with her, we can all have a seat and talk things through." Gemma had never been so loved by John in the short time they were together. She understood and was accommodating to a degree impossible to human standards.

"I thought..." John cut his bread and dipped it in stew.

"You thought like a human. Just don't bring any more sister-wives, my mother would have a fit. And no dark elves!" Gemma giggled. "These ebon sluts always want to dominate other wives. If we all four plan something, it will be as equals.

John's eyes were moist. Gemma kissed his lips briefly before resuming eating. Molly was intrigued.

"I never piggybacked a she-orc before."

Gemma burst out laughing. "Sometimes Molly just turns into a 5-year-old kid when she sees something exotic."

They were nearly finished with their food and were about to return the plates to the kitchen where a goggly-eyed, azure blue slime woman quickly snatched the dirty dishes and cleaned them in seconds. John realized someone put the googly eyes toys, a new goblin invention to amuse children, was put by some prankster but judging by the giggling goblin students no one dared to tell the dishwashing slime girl yet.

Gemma wanted to ask John the thing she always wanted to know, wiping her shirt clean with a wet towel:

"How was your first time anyway? Sex, I mean."

John looked up, smiling. He surveyed the mess hall and looked around.

"Ah, when you hit your eighteenth, and your village had exchanged hostages, or guests, depending on how you look at it..."

*-*-*-*

Years ago. A village in the middle of nowhere.

The green-skinned women approached the warehouse where the yearly exchange of less dominant orcish daughters, and human youth was organized. The girls would be thrall-servants to the orcs where they served the clan as cooks and craftswomen, or if they were too headstrong and physically fit, laborers and assistants in hunts. The boys were for one purpose, to impregnate the orcish women of the tribe. Some always stayed for good, but most were returned, the boys marrying the orcish women, some girls turning into orcs with magic, or living with orcs as volunteer servants and girlfriends, and some enjoying the mistress-slave relationships. In return, the orcish maidens delivered to the human village were used in hard labor and fucked daily by all the young men as whores, to produce more orcs. Orc and humans were bound by blood and relationships, and peace reigned.

John walked beside the enormous orcish girl, muscles on top of muscles, holding hands. The villagers delivered pregnant orcish girls and gratefully accepted the returning youths to their ranks, the orcish maidens wearing human clothes, treated as communal sex toys and broodmares, all blushing red from the lewd time they had in the town, still having the welts on their backs by village women occasionally paddling them for fun at the fields. Not that they disliked it: the given she-orcs were little more than field and sex slaves for the term of the deal and they wanted to experience what it was to be on the other side, to learn humility. When both sides exchanged pleasantries, the last year's "guests" were exchanged.

John had faced a massive orcish girl when people shook hands and boys, daughters and she-orcs embraced their families back.

He still remembered her.

She was an orc, with a face that was relatively pretty by orcish standards, rough by human, and ugly by elven standards. Her tusks pushed through her light green, plump lips in an honest, gentle smile. The moment both parties had met, she locked her eyes on him and directly walked up and shook his hand. Her hands were huge compared to his. She could have ripped his arm off, or thrown him across the field. Yet her hands were soft, her grip loving. A huge ax was on her back, and she wore thick, but revealing furs. Her trunk-like legs were big, and muscular but shapely, and she wore thick fur boots. Her round calves sported bone and turquoise jewelry tied in shiny rope around her leg, and a necklace on her huge chest was draped over her massive breasts, two, massive, melon-sized green orbs carrying a dazzling, shiny array of rough rubies and sapphires.

She wore her (by orcish standards) best, and that was just for him. He felt it.

When he tried to curry favor and kissed her massive hand, his lips touching her surprisingly soft skin, yet hard knuckles, her smile could have lit up the world.

"Yarha," she said her name in a lovely, feminine, yet loud and strong voice that was felt in his bones.

"John," His reply was quiet and subdued.

She held him by the hand when they left the meeting warehouse, the other "guests" following their orcish "hosts", in various states of undress. The village's swarthy, lesbian tomboy Carrie wearing male clothes was arm-in-arm with a slender orcish huntress, furiously debating whether the axe or spear was more effective in close combat as they walked, making swinging gestures. The village's apothecary apprentice, Anna, wore her Sunday best greenery, with a young orcish witch, comparing notes, laughing along. The soft, quiet, timid, bespectacled, cobbler's daughter Suzan piggybacked the largest of these large she-orc monsterwomen, apparently their chieftess, and had the time of her life. A few boys like John followed their chosen orcish girls, some nearly naked, some half-dressed and hand-in-hand, all happy. Some were clingy to their orc hosts, some were shy and were carried like captives all but in the name. One of the orcish women holding John's friend in her arms was enthusiastically explaining something he couldn't hear in the distance, but judging by her hand movements, it was perhaps a house, or cooking something or arranging a garden. Likely that boy wouldn't return and end up married to her for life.

They didn't judge each other, they were happy, away from human mores for a year. The party dawdled, some of the least experienced boys couldn't get their hands (and lips) off the she-orcs having them in their arms.

That evening, the tribe had a feast where everyone ate together in a large circle. Suzan's keeper, the chieftess fed her like a puppy by hand, Yarha and John eating together in a corner, sharing meat and ale, and kisses. Carrie and her friend settled on a light dinner and were wrestling in their tent, most boys retreating quickly with the she-orcs to tents where the lights were put out, but from a few rays of light, their shadows could be seen on top of each other having sex. As the food was finished, Suzan and a few orcish girls began dancing around the fire to a tribal tune, both orcs and human boys convincing Suzan to join the orcish dancing girls naked just like them, which she obliged with a beet-red face.

Not wanting to join the rowdy celebrants, Yarha had pulled John to a small hillock overlooking the feast. They could hear pops and whistles as Anna and her orcish witch friend tried potions and reagents to amusing effects and magical explosions away from the tribe.

The rest of the boys and orcish women were busy having sex, in the open, or in their tents, both John and Yarha could hear their moans and gasps, grunts and sighs.

Under the stars, they sat arm in arm, telling each other about their lives. Yarha told John about how they roamed the plains, occasionally hiring themselves as mercenaries to dark elves and sometimes to human dukes against brigands. Yarha had decided against ever serving the dark elves after hearing how the dark elves spoke behind her back.

"They called me a beast, I heard it..." She had sniffled, showing a side no orc had ever shown before with teary eyes.

John's lips pursed. She was no beast. She was a woman, even though she was bristling with muscles and was nearly twice his height while they sat, a true orcish giantess holding him with gentle, loving, huge hands.

She was no beast, but a woman, a beautiful one at that with a delicate soul, irrelevant to her outside appearance. Hugging her massive waist, John leaned his head on her huge bosom, which she reciprocated, and pulled his face for a kiss.

Yarha started to take her clothes off, visibly blushing red even in the moonlight. John kissed her, helping her strip, revealing her titanic, muscular yet curvy body bit by bit.

"Please be gentle. It's my first time..." When the she-orc spoke, John almost laughed. Seeing his reaction, Yarha sighed.

"I'm sorry. I just...cannot believe someone like you..." John blubbered in an apologist hand raise. "Could have anyone in the world, how can this be?"

That reply made the huge, gentle, muscular orcish woman's lips curl in a melancholic smile, her tusks glinting under the moonlight.

"I wanted my human to be someone special." The huge orcish girl spoke in a low voice, hugging her breasts thinking about all the times she missed, apparently.

John felt never happier when he stripped the last of her fur panties, leaving her naked under the moonlight. She was hulking twice his size, beautiful, and strong enough to snap him in two. And she was in his arms, or rather, he was in her loving, huge arms.

He let her strip him like a babe, bare naked in her arms, his erection already throbbing. The massive, muscular body was something else: he had lain with a human prostitute in the town, hurried, dismissive, and uncaring. It was...less than desirable.

This body before him was beautiful, strange, alien, yet the soul inhabiting it was love incarnate. Her orcish face was...pretty by her race's standards. And this was alluring to John, who always wanted a huge, caring, strong, warrior woman to embrace him. Her felt her enormous hands tenderly caress his back, then shyly, lower to his buttocks to give a squeeze when they kissed. To his surprise, the pleasure when he rubbed his thighs against her had a rough, plush texture. When he lifted his head to kiss the orc's lips, Yarha blushed, squirming. Her face had a shy, ashamed expression.

"I don't like shaving down there...is this a proble-"

Yarha gasped when she realized he had entered her, without caring for her dark green, splitting her fragrant, silky lush pubic hair and plunging his hardness inside her while holding her wrists. The she-orc melted, moaning without care as loud as she could. Screams of pleasure from the tents and the party echoed across the valley, Yarha clamping her thick, muscular legs around John's waist as hard as he could. Shifting his hips, he started to move inside her, locking her lips in a savage kiss, the she-orc's grunt and moans being almost animalistic: her gentle nature gave way to savage orcish fucking. Even when she was under him, the movements, grunts, and gasps sounded far more dominant than the gentle Yarha a moment ago.

Legs locked, bodies entwined, Yarha and John began copulating like savages under the moonlit grass, John's buttocks rising and falling with animalistic orcish grunts Yarha gave with every thrust.