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Contains: futa on female, hyper/huge sizes, excessive cum and cum inflation, cuckold/ntr, sph and pregnancy
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Sitting at the dining room table, Darla fumbled with her phone as she waited for the inevitable. True to her word, she agreed to another appointment with that woman; true to Johnny’s word, he told her far in advance when it would take place, down to the day and time. More prepared this time around, Darla had already changed, although she cursed herself for not going out and buying new workout clothes. Her outfit was much the same as it was before: a skimpy sports bra and a pair of spats. She downed another water bottle as she sat in silence, her throat constantly dry from the anxiety she felt at the coming events of the day.
She was doing this for Johnny, she had to constantly remind herself. Everything before had just been an overreaction, and she was sure her eyes had just been playing tricks on her. There was no way someone could be that… well-endowed, could they? It was embarrassing to admit even to herself, but she thought about it constantly since that day. Darla couldn’t get the image of Jane’s shorts-covered package out of her mind. It was just so clear through the material, it was like she might have well been wearing nothing at all! Ashamedly, she even pictured it when her and Johnny made love, comparing his own genitals, which she always thought were impressive, to the personal trainer’s apparently much bigger set.
Cheeks flush at the thought, she pressed her thighs together, rubbing them up and down against each other. Toying with her top, she noted with more shame that her nipples had grown hard, poking through the material of her sports bra like two little bullets. She took another drink from one of the bottles next to her, downing all of it one gulp. Pressing a hand against her chest, she breathed in deeply, trying to calm herself before Jane showed up; she just needed to stop thinking about it! This time around it would be much better, much easier, and she would endure it and then she could te–
Knock knock.
Knocking over her empty bottle of water in surprise, Darla hopped to her feet. Looking around in a panic, it took several moments for her brain to catch up to her body. She was here! Grabbing her phone and gathering her not-empty bottles of water under her arm, she dashed towards the front door. Slowing down before she reached it, she paused, breathed, and walked at a normal pace in an attempt to maintain some sense of normalcy. Her eyes drifted over the door handle; once she opened it, there was no going back. No denying the person on the other side of it entry into her home. No stopping whatever was in store for her.
She grabbed the handle.
“Hey.”
This was the greeting she received. There was no pep in the woman’s voice this time, clearly lacking the excitement it had before. Jane’s outfit was as appropriate as it was last time, but this time she had worn a loose t-shirt and a pair of baggy sweatpants, most likely in an attempt to shield herself against the colder weather that started to permeate the season. That same water bottle was in her free hand, although her phone was nowhere to be seen. Darla glanced at her face, which was hair free, her curly dirty blonde locks pulled back into a tight ponytail that mirrored the housewife’s own.
“Hi. Uh, please come in.”
Jane nodded and stepped into the large abode.
“Same room as last time?”
“Um yeah, that works.”
Without waiting for further instruction, Jane began to march towards the room, not bothering to follow Darla’s lead. Darla shut the door and walked behind her, speeding up her pace in order to catch up. She found herself eyeing the woman’s large behind, which even her loose-fitting bottoms couldn’t hope to hide; the blonde realized she forgot to sneak a glance at her groin to see if that same bulge was there from before. Reaching the room, Jane went back to the same exercise bike as before and set her bottle down on it, before turning around to look at Darla.
“Alright.”
She studied the housewife for a moment.
“Are we gonna have a better session than last time?”
Darla coughed.
“Y-yes of course. I’m sorry about last time. I–” she met Jane’s gaze, “I overreacted and I’m sorry for being so rude to you.”
“Good.”
There was a pause.
“Now let’s get started!”
The smile from before returned to her face, her energetic attitude seemingly appearing with Darla’s apology. Trying to smile back, Darla set her own things on the floor next to her and walked up to the taller woman. Gulping, she stood at attention and waited for Jane bahis siteleri to take the reins. Brown eyes running over the busty blonde’s body once more, Jane circled her as she had before, and took position at her back. Grabbing Darla’s arms, she put her in the same pose they started with previously, and began to stretch them backward.
“We’re gonna start at the same place. I want you to get the full experience first before we move onto other things.”
Darla hummed in response, and left her body in the hands of the bottom-heavy woman. Jane maneuvered her through the same routine, twisting her arms and her torso this and that way, pushing the limits of her flexibility; she even encouraged her and talked her through the whole thing, as if their previous unfortunate encounter hadn’t occurred. The touching still bothered Darla, she couldn’t deny that, but another part of her was fine with it, almost excited, actually, by the personal trainer’s professional handling. They even took a break at that same time, both women taking a drink of water during the halt in the workout.
“Alright,” Jane set her bottle back down and rolled her shoulders, “I want you to touch your toes again.”
Darla raised an eyebrow at her, feeling more like herself again.
“Trust me, it’s a good test of your flexibility.”
“Okay…” Darla sounded unconvinced, but nevertheless followed her trainers instructions and bent over. Her large breasts got in her way like they did with almost everything, but she still strained her arms as much as she could to reach her sneaker-clad toes. Knees wobbling as she tried to keep them stiff, she sucked in a deep breath, trying to do anything she could to accomplish her goal. Jane stepped in front of her and placed a hand on her back, keeping a bit of distance this time. Pressing down with the slightest amount of strength, she put pressure on the blonde, helping her make that final push.
“There we go, you got it!” Jane praised, peering around her arm at Darla’s feet, “Now just hold it for a minute and we can mo–“
And like before, her words were cut off by a pair of hands touching her legs.
Unlike before, it was for an entirely different reason. Darla lost her balance. Her knees gave out as she struggled to hold the position, touching her toes too much of a challenge even with Jane’s help. As her legs folded she fell forward, and naturally she put her arms out to catch herself before she hit the ground. Flailing, her hands caught the first thing they touched — Jane’s sweatpants. Her fingers dug into the woman’s waistband, and without trying, pulled them down as she slipped. By the time she regained her composure and looked up, having landed roughly on her knees, Darla realized she had pantsed her workout partner, her bottoms bunched around her sneakers.
“Oh my God Jane I’m so sorry! I lost my balance and… oh.”
Her voice caught in her throat, because what she was staring at was not Jane’s face. The trainer hadn’t bothered to cover herself in her now-half-nude state, and her lower half was on full display for the astonished housewife. Her tan legs were toned and muscled, showing off the years of dedication she put into her body – but that wasn’t where Darla was looking. Where her eyes fixated was between the woman’s thighs, where a simultaneously expected and unexpected surprise waited for her. It confirmed the thought that had been plaguing her for the past week or so, the obsession she hadn’t been able to get out of her head ever since she lay on the couch that day and consumed her body weight in sweets.
It was real.
Jane had a penis – no, that wasn’t right. Jane had a cock and a pair of hefty balls to match. They hung heavily from her groin, dangling nearly to her knees, waving in the open air now that they had been freed from their cloth-confines. Darla compared them to Johnny’s own package, the one she knew more intimately than any other in her life, and there was no comparison; even flaccid, it was at least twice as long as her husband was hard, and just as thick if not more so. Veins laced its length from top to bottom, and her softball-sized testicles looked like they were straining against the sack that held them, clearly filled to the brim with unbridled potency. As tanned as the rest of the dirty blonde’s skin and hairless, it was the most masculine thing the housewife had ever seen, and she couldn’t take her eyes off of it!
It was just so big! Darla wasn’t sure how such a thing could belong to any human being, but here it was, as real as the day was long. It sagged under its own extreme mass, not anything like Johnny’s soft penis, which stuck out from his nest of pubes like a little sausage! If it was because of her own staring or the fact that it was finally free, Darla wasn’t sure, but she watched as Jane’s cock visibly lurched, gaining another inch in length canlı bahis siteleri in an instant. The blonde housewife had to raise a hand to her mouth and wipe away a sliver of drool that formed at the corner of her lush pink lips; that hunk of girl meat just looked so good!
“Jane I, uh,” Darla finally managed to look past the virile package of her fantasies and up to Jane, who had her hands planted on her hips as she stared down with a knowing look on her face, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”
Jane chuckled at the housewife’s apology.
“Riiiight. Sure you just didn’t want to see it after last time?”
“No I just slipped and you were the first thing I could grab and it was an accident I didn’t mea–“
“Well here,” the futa reached out and yanked Darla’s head by a handful of her golden locks, “let me help you get a closer look!”
Not given a chance to protest, the busty housewife found her face mashed into Jane’s giant junk. The futa used her visage like a towel, wiping it across her growing sexual mass to soak up all the sweat that had accumulated on it from her daily workouts. Darla put her hands against Jane’s muscled thighs, but didn’t try to resist the futa’s sudden actions; she steadied herself instead, using the added leverage to bury herself deeper between the personal trainer’s legs. She could hear Jane let out a grunt of approval, her grip on Darla’s hair tightening.
Besides the sheer enormity of the sweaty mass encompassing her features, the first thing Jane noticed about it was its temperature; it was so hot it felt like it was cooking her skin! The whole thing radiated an intense heat, enough to cause sweat to form on Darla’s brow just from touching it. It was clear why: such a massive member would need extreme amounts of blood to keep it erect, something that was slowly occurring as it started to throb against the blonde’s cheek. That wasn’t even speaking of the futa’s cum factories, which were like a pair of mini-boilers themselves, the audible churning of the seed within them enough to humidify the air around them.
Darla took a deep breath, her first in what felt like minutes, her orifices sucking in as much air as they could. What they received, however, was a tainted version of the normally floral, cleanly scent that wafted through the housewife’s home. As soon as Jane’s pants had fallen, a primal musk filled the space where she stood, and Darla received a mind-numbing dose of the stuff. It wasn’t a bad or dirty smell by any means; in fact the futa’s personal perfume was intoxicating. The smell was like bottled, concentrated masculinity that someone had just injected straight into the blonde’s brain, causing her thoughts to fog over and arousal to shoot through her being. Darla didn’t hesitate to take another deep whiff of it.
While the futa’s girthy sausage snaked down the side of her face and onto her neck, Darla took her time really enjoying the feeling of those baby makers rubbing against her. She buried her nose in them, sliding it across the rough container that struggled to hold the massive orbs. Pursing her lips, she planted kisses on the surface of the wrinkly sack, trying to cover every inch of them in loving, saliva-soaked marks; Darla didn’t know where this sudden infatuation with these sperm-makers came from, only ever touching Johnny’s when she was feeling generous, but she felt compelled to worship the futa’s like she never had before.
Watching her new slut work on her package was a thing of joy for Jane. She honestly hadn’t expected the day to go like this and had planned on only doing a normal, plain as day workout session with the busty housewife, but who was she to pass up such an opportunity!? There was a unique sensation of accomplishment she got in conquering a woman who denied her so rudely before, and it was almost enough to make her cock stiffen on its own. Almost. Someone like Jane, the well-hung, virile futanari that she was, needed a bit more stimulation than that to reach her full mast!
Taking matters into her own hands, Jane grabbed her shaft at its base and lifted it from the side of Darla’s face. Giving it several strokes, but not letting her fingers travel all the way up her member, she let the upper half of it flop on the top of the housewife’s head. She continued to jerk it like this, rubbing the underside of her mighty pole into the blonde’s hair, who was currently full-on sucking on her meaty globes at this point. Precum had begun to drip from her tip from the dual-stimulation, the off-white droplets soaking into the slut’s locks. Jane let this scene play out for several more minutes.
Using the grip she had never loosened on Darla’s mane, Jane ripped her head from her exposed package.
“So you decided to be a good girl I see!” Jane mocked the cock-drunk blonde, rubbing her cock over her half-lidded eyes.
“I-I canlı bahis yes,” Darla panted with her tongue out like a dog, “I shouldn’t have been so rude before. I didn’t know!”
“Well now you do!”
Bringing her hips back, Jane held her cock by its center and shoved it between Darla’s lips! The fat head pierced her plush cock pillows, forcing them to spread around the girthy helmet as it tunneled between her cheeks. The housewife gagged, her hands flying towards the futa’s meaty shaft, wrapping around its base. Fingers struggling to reach all the way around it, her wedding ring catching the light, causing a glint to shine on the awesome appendage, Darla did her best to hold it still as she tried to get used to such a thick kielbasa being suddenly fed to her, but Jane didn’t relent; she swirled her glans and several inches of her length below it in the blonde’s maw, soaking it with her oral secretions. The futa tapped her tip against the entrance of Darla’s throat in preparation for what the busty woman should expect.
It was so big! Touching and feeling it inside of her were like two entirely different experiences. Sure it felt giant when it was in her hands and pressing against her head, but having it in her mouth made it seem ten times as large! The head alone was enough to cause the sides of her face to bulge, the fleshy crown flattening her tongue and straining her jaw, and the more of it the futa speared into between her soft cock pillows, the more the truth of its size began to truly dawn on the housewife. After she was done twisting her cock back and forth in Darla’s mouth, Jane held her beast still, and then did it begin to really grow.
Darla attempted to roll the soft, veiny slab around her mouth using her tongue like she would a normal dick, but found due to its gargantuan nature, the best she could do was bat her miniscule pink appendage at its underside like she was licking a popsicle. She found she couldn’t even really suck it, it stretched her mouth so much, relegated instead to doing an awkward ‘huffing’ movement in order to stimulate the monstrous member. Jane didn’t seem to mind her struggles, and simply held Darla’s head still, not letting her move at all as she struggled to please her bitch breaker.
Because Jane didn’t need to do anything to make her cock snake its way into the voluptuous woman’s throat.
While Darla’s efforts to please her mountain of girl meat were understandably lackluster, the warm, moist cave of the housewife’s cock holster was enough to get her going. Jane’s colossus fattened first, filling the blonde’s mouth to the brim. Once her lips looked like they might rip from the futa’s enlarged bludgeon did she feel it start to lengthen as well. Several inches were added on to its already-incredible expanse, pushing it past Darla’s tongue down to her tonsils; if the orally-speared woman could have retched she would, but only a light choking sound came from her plugged orifice. Her throat bulged around the ginormous invader, the outline of Jane’s fleshy bell clear in her neck.
Now that her cock was firmly lodged into her new slut’s body, Jane took a more active approach in the pleasure she was receiving. Yanking Darla’s head back until the ridge of her glans distorted her lips, she stared at the housewife’s face, whose own eyes were spinning as they tried to look across the barrel of the futa’s cum cannon. Smirking, the personal trainer’s bicep flexed, the muscle bulging out her otherwise-thin arm, and then drove Darla’s head forward. Her formerly wandering baby-blues shot open as wide as they could go, shooting upward to look at the person who had just so roughly impaled her without warning.
“This is what you wanted,” Jane taunted, shaking Darla’s head back and forth, “this is what you asked for!”
Obviously Darla wasn’t able to respond vocally, but she tried to tighten her grip on the base of Jane’s shaft, to squeeze it to show her oral discomfort; but she ran into a new problem. In its half-erect state, it was too hard for the blonde’s fingers to even make an impression in the skin of the futa’s members. It was like trying to dent a steel bar – impossible. The housewife had no choice but to permit herself to being used a human sex toy for the futa’s use, something she had wanted since she first saw the impression of it in her shorts all those days ago; Darla just wished she could have been a little more in control!
Never the most patient person in the world, Jane started pulling Darla’s head back and forth without giving the blonde a chance to get used to her massive meat. A gagging sound filled the air as her head was shaken up and down the futa’s granite-tough monolith, her golden strands of hair flying, whipping around face and brushing against the toned trainer’s shaft. Saliva and precum poured from the corners of her lips that weren’t completely corked with corpulent cock, falling in long strings onto her valley of cleavage and soaking her thin sports bra. Gouts of spittle drenched Jane’s jackhammer, giving it a sheen that reflected the glare of the ceiling lights.