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[halcyon3]

Would Timmy's cum have any effect on men? Just curious if it could affect himself in any way. Not looking for any guy on guy - story is smoking hot as it is, but just curious.

[GreatJustice]

Well, it's about to get insaner. And the next part will be freakier still... I'm not even kidding.

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Hole grunted as she and her stern faced handmaidens worked to cram the second struggling Amazon up into Hole's already gushing pussy - the first Amazon was still thrashing weakly in the massively distended wall of flesh and muscle that was Hole's belly. When they had finished, Timmy could only stare in wonder as Hole shuddered and shook through a monstrous orgasm, body bucking and heaving as she thrashed on the floor. Her attendants were now kissing and licking her flesh, fisting her and twisting her nipples, passionate where before they had been cold.

Hole flexed in the midst of her thrashing and the others in the room gasped as the first surge of many to come turbocharged her physique and visibly shrank her belly.

Timmy came. It was gloriously excruciating.

His Light had him pressed into the subservient pussy of Bull, the massive she-stud grunting and growling in sympathy with Hole as his Light acted out her promise to keep Bull biggest, strongest in the Organisation. It meant that Bull, clit-cock quivering and rampantly erect, was bearing down on Timmy's cock like a ten ton press with pussy muscles harder than teak, even if Bull was gushing sex juices like a fountain.

Bull's titanic mass thumped into thicker, harder, gnarlier definition as Timmy's jizz did its thing. He felt his balls swell madly at the sight as his Light kept up the hard, rhythmic fucking.

"If you don't wish to join your friends," his Light boomed to the terrified looking Amazon stood to the side of Hole, bulging arms held behind her back by Nurse, "you will tell me why you used one of my Slut Whores without permission."

The subject of his Light's displeasure shuddered in horror at the threat, unable to look at the hard fucking and growth the Bull was receiving either.

"The Van Heider girl is having a bachelorette party tonight... We- I- thought that getting her into The Club would allow us to get at some of the Van Heider fortune before it was married away..."

Timmy groaned as he came again, but something about the name triggered a memory... a memory from Before.

The woman flinched as Bull's physique swelled even further, the harsh panting from the huge muscle beast sounding every bit like the snorting of her bovine namesake. Where his Light sought to contain her power, there was something about Bull that revelled in showing it at its most intimidating.

His Light didn't press the woman further.

"Send three Slut Whores out to where we found these three. Bring the party here. I've heard stories about that Van Heider girl."

The restrained Amazon sagged with relief as his Light disengaged from the gasping bulk of Bull and turned to watch three dull-eyed blonde sex bombs parade past her and to the exit, their pose becoming far more provocative and bimbo-ish as they neared the door.

Hole was flexing down again, swelling as the last her victims' strength was absorbed into her colossal frame, her handmaidens helping her up as she prepared to birth two more freshly made Slut Whores.

"It was a good idea," his Light intoned as she watched Hole prepare, "but I cannot brook disobedience."

"Bull, break this one and then give her to Hole."

The Amazon's screams tore the air as Bull pounced and his Light turned away, idly fitting his cock pipe and cramming the output end up her pussy - ready for another wombload of his potent jizz.

/////

Tina Van Heider chuckled evilly as she pulled down the blonde bimbo's top, those huge, fake looking boobs springing free. She knew she was prettier, but these three girls that had joined them were sex on legs. The girls with her for her bachelorette muttered as she reached around in a hug to grab one huge naked tit even as she leaned in to suck the other nipple into her mouth.

Fuck 'em.

It was her night and she was going to be a hot dyke nympho while she still could - the rest of her life was going to be popping out children for some idiot man her family had forced on her.

It wasn't as if the others didn't know either - her geeky cousin Megan knew the gossip, but was too absorbed with her 'magic' to care much; Tina's best friend Tammy was a veteran of many adult-rated slumber parties; her childhood friend Helen was a flakey, arty star child who was permanently blissed out; and... her mother was busy getting fisted by one of the three sluts as they staggered on to this mysterious "Club" for fuck's sake. Evidently, Tina reflected, her apple didn't fall too far from the tree.

The slut tasted lovely as she rolled the nipple with her tongue, drooling into the breast as she was led cheerfully along. She thought wistfully about getting some fake titties of her own. Her hand left the purring slut's other boob and slid underneath the scandalous miniskirt to cup and caress bare wet pussy. She moaned and bit the nipple lightly in delight.

She barely noticed the hugely muscled women at the door of their destination or even many details of the Club itself. Her friends seemed to cluster in closely about her as they were led through increasingly dense crowds of buff women and these wonderful, trashy sluts.

Tina's attention was far more focused on cramming her fingers into the sopping hole of her favourite bare-titted slut and the fresh sensation of her hand joining Tammy's as they each contributed fingers to the clenching pussy of the third of the bimbos who had joined them earlier.

The party meandered through the maze of dark rooms and thumping music, stopping only to let Tina's mother scream herself hoarse as her companion finished her off by stopping and shoving a second fist up to the wrist into the older lady. Even when the howling orgasm stopped, the slut didn't take her hands from that dripping cunt, just lifted and pushed Tina's mother into a babbling, writhing spread-legged waddle of a walk, steering via vagina.

The last room was the darkest, filled with heaving muscular bodies and a dance floor that stank of sex and sweat. At one end there was a dais and a set of huge sofas, covered with what looked like ten or eleven women - a huge mass of flesh dimly outlined in the gloom.

All eyes turned to face the party as the beats thundered on and Tina decided to give them a show, stepping up her efforts as she finally worked her fist into the slut she was suckling from, her other hand finding a surprisingly thick clit and strumming it as she savagely fisted her partner, drawing ragged panting groans from the bimbo. Tammy was between the thighs of the other and had both her hands crammed into that pussy, imitating the slut fist-fucking Tina's mom, but also leaning in to tongue her slut's clit, sucking gleefully.

The slut that had been fisting Tina's mom walked her in front of her daughter, still steering with the fists in that mature cunt, before turning and crouching, starting slowly but gently speeding up to a savage punch-fucking. The arms were disappearing further and further into Tina's mother as the assault continued. Soon, there was a noise like a hiccup from Tina's mom as the furious fisting crashed through into her womb, bulging out her black-clad middle.

Almost at the same time, the slut Tina was fisting and diddling stiffened and came. Hard.

A torrent of juices gushed from that shaved cunt, an unnatural amount that just flowed out in blast after blast. Tina was merciless in refusing to dial down her efforts, a frenzy upon her as she forced the slut to ride her orgasm further and further, pussy spurting wildly, powerfully. She stopped suckling, leaning over and using her teeth to haul down the top of her mother's strapless dress, finding instead a maternal nipple and suckling once more, pressing her slut against her mother, trapping her own head in a wall of boob flesh. Her fingers never stopped though, even as her mother and her slut leaned in for a panting, groaning kiss. Even as her mother sunk down to the pistoning elbows of the slut fisting her. Through it all Tina's slut orgasmed for minute after long minute, the uncanny gush of juices not stopping, not letting up - soaking the slut using her mother, soaking Tina's legs and dress and soaking most of the floor.

Now THIS was a party.

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Timmy groaned quietly as his Light rolled to her feet, rising from the softness of the plush sofa and crunching him into a series of awkward shapes as she shifted and rose. Bull, Hole and Nurse rose with her in a tide of dark leather and latex.

His eyes finally caught what his ears had been drinking in and his ever-hard cock throbbed as his balls churned, a small two gallon load hammering through a tube into the swollen womb at his back, making his shoulders ache as his arms were pulled tight around his Light. Still, it was not enough for him to tear his eyes away from the incredible lewdness in front of him.

A fit, curvy and mature blonde, all heavy bouncing tits and thick, sweeping hips, made up like an expensive call girl, was held aloft in front of the room by a slut with two arms up to her elbow in the older woman's cunt. The bare breasted MILF was babbling desperate sexual demands as her firm belly was bulging outwards with the softened bulges of the fists within her, the forearms of the slut holding her up parted to let a second slut squeeze in another fist... Another arm even. The gleeful shriek as the third forearm joined the two inside the MILF was exultant, filling the room as the second slut's head went to the hugely stretched pussy, finding and teasing the tiny, rock-hard clit of the woman.

Behind this confection was a girl, a daughter to the MILF by the sheer facial similarity of her, but the impression given was far different. The daughter was in control, making the slut she was draped around howl and shudder as the slut's oversexualised body was taken to its limit: held in a permanent gushing orgasm that was making the room stink of pure sex, even above the usual hum of smoke and hot sweat. The daughter nearly looked as hyper-sexed as the slut, but Timmy could see the wicked glee in her eyes as she drove the slut towards sexual oblivion.

His Light spoke, a dull rumble that Timmy could not make out over the music. The girl shivered and nodded, looking past her shrieking, squirting mother at his Light's huge bulk. At a gesture from his Light Bull, Nurse and Hole all stepped forward, standing to display themselves for the girl. He saw her eyes light up with a deep hunger as she surveyed that freakish line up, her mouth glistening as it curled into a possessive smile.

The girl nodded and Timmy felt his stomach lurch: his Light had found a truly kindred spirit this night.

All eyes turned to the cumming, writhing mother. The girl turned to the room and made a great show of asking, "Shouldn't s stupid, submissive whore love the taste of cum? It should mean more to her than the air she breathes!"

A gesture from his Light caused several muscle bitches to hurry off, returning moments later with a cracked oversized champagne glass left over from the building's past use as a burlesque club. It was big enough for someone to lie curled up in comfortably. With some jostling, it was brought to site below the dais his light stood upon and he stiffened as he felt her reach around her swollen middle and grab his sheathed cock, jacking it commandingly. His orgasm was almost instant and the belly that bulged behind him grew and grew.

The room watched in rapt attention as his Light's womb swelled to more and more obscene size as he came. The pressure on his joints was excruciating, but his body was growing used to this torment and his clenched teeth stopped his screams. The girl watched eagerly and dimly Timmy realised that she was figuring out his Light's limits, waiting and happy to follow the huge behemoth's lead. She also wanted whatever had been arranged to be as big as possible.

Timmy's tendons creaked as the belly behind him threatened to end him, right there and then, but finally the torment stopped and the hand left his cock.

With a deal of ceremony, his Light turned and presented her naked, tube-penetrated cunt to the room as she squatted over the huge glass behind her and pulled the sheathing tube from her pussy. With a purring flex from his Light Timmy could feel the deluge start.

Hot cum thundered from her packed womb into the glass as the second slut was pushed away from the MILF and the daughter took up the duties as third fist and clitoral torturer, moving the lewd scene as she did so until the mother was poised above the fresh vat of potent jizz. The scene played out in the blurred reflections of a couple of old mirrors but Timmy still couldn't believe what he saw when his Light finished emptying herself and turned around, idly replacing the tube from his sheath in her pussy as she did so.

The strong, demanding hand of his Light returned to his cock, jacking it forcefully and his whimper of lust was lost in the noise of the room. The girl had pushed her mother up and nearly into the oversized champagne glass, mature thighs pressing into warm rim of the cum-filled vessel as the fists inside that MILF pussy carried on their brutal sexual assault. Timmy gasped as the daughter reached up with her remaining hand and savagely pushed her mother's head into the thick goo with a cry of "Drink it all!"

The pretty blonde head of the older woman disappeared into the cum and the daughter held her under as if to drown her, a look of triumph in her face. There were some gasps and a shuffling behind the scene as some of the bigger muscle dykes stepped in to restrain some smaller girls who must have been with the mother and daughter - some kind of party, he guessed. The rest of the women there were either watching raptly or were busy shedding clothes and servicing each other with fingers and lips and tits and tongues.

He watched as the woman held under thrashed through another orgasm, and another, before the lust turned to panic, hands scrabbling on the rim of the glass to try and pull her head free for a breath. Still, her daughter held her down, fisting her harder and harder. Timmy saw the level slowly drop and realised the woman was drinking frantically, desperately. Her belly slowly distended from the sheer volume, but she had drunk less than ten percent of the huge load, struggling against her daughter's implacable grip on her head.

Skin firmed and tightened, muscle blossomed - not thick and bulky and powerful, but lean and sleek and lush - across her legs and her ass, those buttocks rounding into perfect hemispheres of pure sex. Her dress tore down the back as she broadened a little, but it was her tits that did the damage, swelling hugely and quickly as she guzzled cum down into her bulging gut. The level was falling faster as the submerged woman set to with a will, drinking madly as her head was held under. Timmy groaned when he saw the arms of the slut and the daughter still fisting her slide in past their elbows, working their way deeper and deeper, their progress hidden now by the round fullness of the mother's belly.

Hole moved forwards as the scene played out to the cheers and shuddering moans of the orgiastic crowd and spread her legs, another blonde slut being birthed into the room into a puddle of Hole's spraying girl cum. Immediately the slut found her feet and, still reeking of Hole's pussy, rose to try and cram her fist in alongside those already stretching out the older woman. The level of cum in the huge glass dropped faster.

Timmy felt himself go painfully hard as he realised she wasn't just drinking the hot jizz, she was breathing it in. The wall of muscle behind him stretched as a monster load boiled out of his huge balls and slammed through the sheath, making it creak in protest.

The last drops of cum still misted the glass as the girl pulled her mother out by the hair, the action drawing a shivery moan from the older woman. The attractive cougar who had been pushed in was nothing compared to the aberration that was pulled out.

A taut, lean body that paired the svelte lines of a dancer or a hardbodied fitness model with the most grossly overinflated sexual display imaginable. A hard, chiselled chest supported a pair of enormous boobs, each several times the size of the woman's head, each glazed with a thick layer of cum that was visibly being absorbed into her flesh. Each nipple was hugely thick and cartoonish, wide rather than long and surrounded by puffy areolae that were bigger than dinner plates but we're still in scale with the sheer size of each tit. Her face was still beautiful all the way down to the bottom of her nose, even more youthful looking, but her mouth was a portal to pure sexual abandon: lips each the size of thickly pumped labia, inches deep and absurdly pouting were set in an attitude of raw lust, shiny with spit from a long roving tongue, (made barely visible between their sheer mass) constantly licking them.

Hole sank to her knees in front of this creation and joined Timmy in studying the most pronounced change - the obscenely gaping pussy of this hyper-whore. Whereas Hole's bulging cunt was powerful looking and swollen, this newly formed pussy was lusciously overgrown. The labia hung down to mid-thigh like the bulbous, fleshly fruit of some exotic plant, dripping freely with sec juices and inviting further exploration. This wasn't a pussy built for birth, but one that craved fucking - by the biggest things around.

Hole purred as she punched a fist up between the bulbous labia and shoved her forearm, easily twice the length and girth of the combined fisting from the transformation, right up into this carnal vision's drooling cunt. The moan that hummed out between the mother's super-pumped mouth was pure filth and she reached up with toned, athletic looking arms to fondle those newly grown nipples roughly. Timmy stared, mouth open and drooling, as she pushed a finger INTO each nipple and quickly added a second and a third.

She was going to try and fist her own tits.

The massively muscular arm inside her bulged out her stomach obscenely, her pussy belching out gushes of juice around it with every pistoning thrust from Hole, but her eyes were fixed on Nurse as her knuckles slipped inside the pouting lushness of her stretchy nipples.

Nurse needed no second invitation, kneeling before the shorter woman and licking her lips as she removed the slick hands from those breasts and forced her own enormous nipples into those of this fresh creation. The massive length of each of Nurse's nipples slid in slowly and the room let out a shuddering sigh at the sight, a smattering of sympathetic orgasms rippling across the room.

Timmy flinched as his Light jerked an arm forward and Bull thundered into the scene, her enormous clit-club frighteningly erect an visibly throbbing. The muscular behemoth pushed Hole aside roughly, keeping a grip on the slightly smaller muscle mountain's wrist as she did so. She didn't even break stride as she savagely rammed her clit-cock home in this new freak, drawing out an electric burst of activity from her victim as skin stretched massively and shrieks of orgasmic pleasure joined gouts of fem-jizz in filling the room. The momentum pushed Nurse onto her back, tit to enormous nipple-joined tit with the gleefully screaming MILF as the fucking gained pace.

Bull pulled Hole's fist to her own pussy even as her thickly muscled hips pumped her ultra-clit back and forth brutally. Hole was only to eager to comply, muscles flexing as she pushed home into a pussy far less stretchy and far tighter than the one she had just been using. The pain just spurred Bull on, even as she pulled Hole closer to her, shoving more brawny arm up her own quivering, abused pussy.

Timmy felt his Light move, massive arm darting out to grab the shocked, openly masturbating daughter by the hair and haul her around to the front of the scene. He knew it was time for his Light to assert her dominance once more.

A mighty arm reached around him to remove the sheath and he groaned as his cock was lowered into the hugely inflated mouth of the mother, that long tongue swabbing his cockhead as she sucked him deeper with surprising strength. It didn't matter though as his Light pushed hard into her, overpowering her oral suction and cramming Timmy's cock into her throat until those huge pillowy lips were pressing into his balls. He could feel the daughter's head being pressed into the flesh behind his nuts as his Light drew out the tube from the sheath and instructed mother and daughter alike:

"Drink!"

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Tina moaned as the strong hand forced her into the tight, musky cavern between those immense thighs, her nostrils flaring as the scent of cum and female juices assaulted her senses. She could feel a heavy, pulsing set of shaved balls against her face as she turned to meet the surprisingly small clit nestled among the hot muscle, bumpy webs of interlaced veins and thick, dewy labia. She felt the enormous figure above her tense as her lips and tongue found the musky, dripping centre and Tina tensed as a flick of the tongue drew a warm gush of cum from somewhere in the towering mass of the woman she was eating out.

She drank, scooping cum into her mouth with her fingers when it escaped the seal of her lips. She heard her mother's moans, muffled as they were by the pendulous balls that rubbed against her face. Tina groaned as she felt the massive testicles inflate briefly and pulse as they dumped a load of cum into her mother - or at least the wanton slut her mother had become since drinking down all that jizz. That had made Tina so hot.

As she gulped another load of stinking cum from the hyper muscular steroid best sitting on her face, she reflected that the irony of it all was how well it suited her grasping whore of a mother to be turned into something out of her most depraved fantasies. Some people just didn't have Tina's level of refinement.

Idly she licked the back of one heavy ball in between guzzling jizz, moaning as she felt it lurch, blasting more seed into her mother's greedy throat. She could picture it bloating that meat-stretched belly until the she-beast fucking her mother was pounding into a human bag of spunk, the menacing clit of the muscle freak hidden by the sheer enormity of her mother's inflating belly. She licked again, and again, feeling the orgasms filling and then draining those incredible nuts. Even as she stopped to cram her face back against the cunt above her, she used her hands to stroke and caress those heavy balls, her pussy tingling as she thought about all the extra seed her mother was going to have to choke down.

The rest of her felt fortified, energised, as she drank - her body was slowly changing. Her breasts were tight in her dress, growing higher and fuller. Her thickening thighs were locked together, the muscles slowly pleasuring her as she rubbed them against each other, the sensitive flesh of her labia growing hotter and hotter. She felt the pounds drop away from her belly, her hips and her ass as the muscles grew and tightened into hard, neat fitness muscle. She felt hands on her and noticed that the sluts in the room had concentrated around her, stroking and foundling her as she grew out of her clothes - taller, stronger and more beautiful.

Her eyes closed and she dreamt of fucking all of these sluts, fucking everyone and making them perfectly enthralled by her - Tina-fixated sex junkies. She would rule over them like a princess, by right.

She drank desperately and welcomed her change.

She drank as her face grew from pretty to stunning. She drank as her tits grew from large to lewdly improbable. She drank as her pussy tightened and her crotch swelled along with her belly. She drank as pawing hands felt her bulging mons. She drank as her genitals swelled out into a thick, heavy penis that twitched as she gasped in pleasure.

She drank deeply as her first "male" orgasm blasted over those around her.

Finally the fount ran out and she stood, one hand stroking her gravid-looking belly and the other stroking her cock, even as it was joined by many others. Even as the huge swell of her belly diminished, she felt her member lengthening from decent sized to an extravagant size. It was smooth and long and enticing and she loved it.

She masturbated, lip curled as she watched her cum-bloated whore of a mother filled with yet another load, this time joined by an orgasmic grunt from below as the nipples penetrating her mother's swollen nubs blasted out a flood of some kind of liquid into her mother's already obscenely huge tits. She watched fascinated as this act triggered another transformation, her mother's strong limbs twitching and growing slightly as a network of veins rose to the surface, getting that pumped look on her tight, lean muscles.

With a growl her mother was pulled up and away from the cock in her mouth, from the gushing nipple members fucking her tits, and was held up by the immense arms of the beast savagely womb-fucking her as the power-fucking sped up into a juicy, fleshy, screaming explosion of power and lust and cum. Tina watched as her mother's grosslyr swollen belly receded with each thrashing orgasm, those utterly incredible oversized boobs growing further and further at the same rate as the cum filling that stomach. Her mother was processing all of the cum that had been dumped into her - all into a pair of bigger, more outlandish, tits.

She really was a whore at heart, Tina sneered to herself.

She stroked her own body, perfect as it was now the bulge in her belly was gone and her long, powerful looking cock filled her hand with smooth hot flesh. Even her maleness looked like something a princess should be proud to have.

She turned to her benefactor and smiled triumphantly at the massive muscle woman.

She purred as a massive hand stroked her cheek and even leaned in as the fingers intimately curled through her hair, expecting to be pulled in for a hot, sloppy kiss.

She squawked in surprise as the grip tightened and despite her improved strength she was powerless to stop her face being turned and mashed into one of her mother's huge boobs, jaw creaking as her mouth was forced over a fist-sized nipple and her head was held in place. She saw her mother's face in a rapture of pleasure and the brutal clit-fucking slowed and the massive hands gripping her mother's hips came up to squeeze and maul the bean-bag sized tit Tina was forcibly suckling.

Cum blasted into her body in a torrent. Her belly grew huge in a matter of seconds, the hot jizz feeling like it would set her on fire from the inside out as she felt it burn outwards from her middle, lighting up her veins, thickening her legs as they supported her increased weight. She tried to push herself away, to maintain the beauty she had treasured - she was the Princess here, she had been perfect! She could feel the hands of all the sluts in the room joining the one holding her head, pressing her into her mother's breast. She struggled, but the fire was burning through her; she felt soooo horny.

She was a Princess, not a slut! Her mental scream was cut off by a more powerful jet of jizz into her belly.

A Princess, not Slut!

A Princess Slut? No!

She trembled and shook as her orgasm overtook her and her mind went into a crashing sea of pleasure and her spurting cock, and thicker, pulsing muscles and her bones aching as they stretched. Her boobs felt like every inch was being licked and sucked as they grew, nipples glowing like Suns in the inner landscape of her pleasure.

She may have screamed before her mouth was filled by slut tongues and suckling slut lips that kissed her lewdly, but it was a distant thing before her mouth was stretched across the mass of the second nipple. She reached up and dimly felt a throbbing wall of boob before her - and squeezed.

The burning grew stronger, even as her belly grew larger and larger, a finger worked its way slowly up her super-tight pussy, but it was a distant sensation compared to the transformation setting her abdomen on fire. Her flat belly grew thicker and more pronounced as her abs grew chunky and powerful; a midsection built for hard, furious fucking. As she felt a pair of massive bulges grow further behind this cobbled wall of muscle, she knew that this was the case in truth - sperm boiled out of her hidden testicles in a flood as she rode to another peak of orgasm.

She was a Slut Princess. It felt right. She would run her harem of sluts, fucking them, training them, using them to break down the doors to power. She needed more of them as well, so many more. More sluts, more power.

She opened her eyes and saw a vision of the future.

With a grin she gulped down the last gallon of spunk and disengaged from the nipple, smearing the excess spendings into her lewdly round and pert tit flesh, making her huge, nasty new stripper tits slick and shiny. The hands of the sluts around her joined her own, stroking her tits, her swollen belly, tight ass and her cock.

She pointed languidly out into the crowd and murmured her command.

Three sluts raced out and a scream rose from the knot of girls she had come in with. They returned to her, pushing a frightened Tammy ahead of them. As Tina's body soaked up the last of the cum from her quickly receding belly, she spread her arms to let her friend feast on the sight of her physical perfection.

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Megan struggled as she saw Tina, her cousin, standing naked and aroused in the tatters of her bachelorette dress, face set in an imperious sneer as Tammy was dragged towards her. It made something twist in her stomach.

It made her certain that they were just playthings for the monstrously muscled redhead standing calmly watching this all. The short figure of the woman radiated power above and beyond her terrifyingly broad physique and Megan smelled more than a little whiff of something uncanny in the air. It was a magic she could not understand and it was all linked to the rampant, naked cock protruding from the redhead's waist.

In her mind's eye she relived the slide from perfection to abjection as Tina's first transformation was perverted cruelly by the second one. Megan knew that had been deliberate, a teasing glimpse of something ascendant designed to gnaw at the transformed Tina forever, always reminding her of her position beneath the redhead.

She shoved against the huge amazons holding her in place and made out a figure, smaller, trapped against the immensity of the woman by a series of straps and buckles over the vast swathes of leather and latex artfully cut away to bare buttocks, genitals and titillating glimpses of rock hard muscle.

Somehow that cock was the source of the big woman's power and the might of all the women assembled in the room, especially the freaky sextet at the front, so recently joined by Tina.

Biting her thumb she grimaced as she drew blood, working quickly to smear it onto her other arm and hand, hoping the guard around her would be to distracted to notice.

As Tina's laughter drowned out Tammy's screams, Megan grimly noted that her odds on that front were pretty good.

[Jeremy Lightning]

This story definitely was insane, but it was also one of the hottest stories that I have read in the past couple of weeks, and believe me with all of the story sites and forums that I frequent , that's saying something! The story line of course, lends itself to weirdness, but overall, it hits every check mark on my kinks list, muscle, strength,  obscene and kinky sexual acts, what more could a muscle schmoe like me ask for? K+!

[myobpolo]

Hell, it's about damn time. I've been longing for you to return to this one. Way to up the crazy. I hope Megan doesn't upset the apple cart too much.

[GreatJustice]

Just a short story to tide over those waiting on my other stuff, or amuse those who don't usually read my freakier stories.

Tags are: Male/Female, female dominant (no violence, no gore, no madness), muscle growth, supermuscularity, excessive cum, feats of strength

Anyway, what follows is the story - enjoy

Jacked Up
by GreatJustice

Manny grimaced into the sunshine as he stepped down from the truck and into the heat of the sun-baked road replacement building site. Huge earth movers stood parked along the length of this old section of highway and women, dust-covered and mostly heavily built and/or athletic moved up and down bearing the heavy-duty tools of their trade, hardhats gleaming.

He gulped and instinctively tried to straighten himself up, pulling up the waistband of his extra-baggy work jeans. He was in the presence of the best road building team the company had and this was in spite of all the trouble he had gone through in the last job. He was in Longhorn Lady territory. Being out here certainly felt a lot better than the precision tunnel engineering jobs he had been working on - well, the jobs that had been precise until he started working on them.

He shivered in the sunshine as he remembered the cold look Mr. Masters had given him as he had been marched into the company HQ boardroom. The interview had ended well, but those first few minutes had been hell.

"So you're Honest John, are ya?" came a playful and pleasingly rich female voice behind him.

"Honest John?" he asked, confused, as he turned to face in the voice's direction.

Manny wasn't too short - 5'10" - but this woman towered over him by at least four inches. She was broad too, though not fat in any way - powerful looking. He wasn't in bad shape, but he could see that she was in a different league. A wide, pretty, gap-toothed smile and dust-smudged features that looked regally beautiful otherwise completed the impression of talking to someone from the big leagues. On a lapel of her denim work vest, there was a pin showing a bulls head over a radioactivity symbol.

"Yeah, the guy who owned up to the tunnel FUBAR! HQ said they were sending you down here to replace Elmer."

"That's me then, I guess. What happened to Elmer?"

"Exhaustion. He had a tough job; so will you!"

"Elmer? He never seemed to get tired of being a dickhead when we were working together over at Mannion Woods."

She threw her head back and roared out a laugh, a sweaty, mighty arm swinging around to clap him amiably on the back with a heavy thump.

"'Honest John,' alright! Yeah, he started a bit mean, but he... well, he mellowed right on out when he saw how the Longhorn Ladies do things here."

Keeping her hand on his back, she guided him around and set off towards a set of huts at the far end of the site.

"I can't say that I mind the change Johnny, you seem like a little cutie! The girls are going to go nuts for you." She looked across at him as they walked down a freshly dug ditch and added with a playful nudge, "Well they're just going to have to wait in line behind Jack and me!"

Manny blushed and grinned weakly back at her, a little dazed by the proceedings and trying to keep his bearings.

"Is Jack the site foreman?" he asked.

"Nah, she's just in charge of the demolition side of the operations. I'm the forewoman here: Sally Grimes - or Mustang to my friends," she leaned in close and slung a brawny, sweaty arm across his shoulders companionably, "and to my cute little newcomers too!"

He nearly stumbled as the side of his face was mashed into a wall of huge, heavy boob and sun-warmed chest-beef. She didn't release him, so he got his feet back under him and strolled on, thinking of anything other than this friendly, pretty Amazon escort.

He looked up at her as she carried on about a few bits of news on what the site was and how it was going. His groin was giving him some serious signals, but his brain was mashing those impulses down for now, even as it caroled halleluyahs that she was his new boss and not some rumpled old grouch instead.

"So "Jack" is another lady then? Does everyone have nicknames here, Mustang?" he asked after she was finished.

"Ha! With her it's more a job description! Anyway, I only give nicknames to the ones I get my hands on, Johnny! Makes life a bit more fun!"

/////

The inside of the main hut was pleasantly appointed, if a bit dusty in places. There was a homey feel to the place, with nicer fittings and applicances - including the best coffee machine he'd ever come across in one of these places. It was sat next to the most amazing smoothie maker he'd ever seen, some 5 litres of capacity in the huge glass jug sat atop it. An antique radio crooned sweet country music into the room to complete the impression.

"You ladies must be on the road an awful long time, Mustang; this feels like a home away from home."

She beamed at him as she slid behind a desk piled high with charts and retrieved a walkie-talkie, ducking her head to mutter into it "Jack, he's in hut one." Shrugging she put the walkie-talkie down and looked about her office before responding to his comments, "I'm glad you like it! It's better if you enjoy going to work in the morning! Most of the girls stay at motels along the way, but Jack and me stay with the huts... got a pair of caravans out the back that we use."

She stepped out from behind the desk again and crossed the hut. She cleared some papers from a hugely solid looking workbench and threw a couple of plush cushions on top. It was mystifying to Manny. He just sat and watched, puzzled.

"Surely you've got to keep on moving these huts to keep up with the works?" he offered.

"Oh ya! Jack takes care of it... she sets them up at the far end of the run we're working on, so they only have to move every couple of days."

"Two days?!" he asked incredulously, sitting up in his seat, "That's a mile of road!"

Mustang grinned at him and she winked, "Well, we are the best, Johnny! I think that when Jack gets here for the interview you might see why."

"Interview?!"

/////

Manny had never seen anything like it before in his life.

He still didn't really understand it.

The wall next to him had fallen outwards, braked by a pair of pistons he'd not noticed at all. That was understandable.

It had formed a ramp. That was understandable.

It had gotten quite dark again as something massive blocked out the light. That was understandable.

A hammer that had a head the size and shape of that coffee machine in the corner had thumped into the floor with enough force to rattle the whole hut. A pair of chisels that looked like the playthings of giants had thumped down afterwards. This was on the limits of comprehension.

A pair of hands that gripped his jeans and had roughly tugged them off him before lifting him bodily into the air and dropping him onto the pillows on the workbench. The last tenuous threads of recognition.

Her... he had no clue.

With a face that belonged on a billboard for some high-class lingerie, on a body seven feet tall and a foot wider from tricep to bulging tricep, she was out of this world. A goddess? A valkyrie shortly after eating all the other valkyries... and their horses?

"Ooooh, Mustang, we've got one with some potential here..." she cooed in a high, sweet voice. It brought him back to himself.
Desperately, he tried to cross his legs.

They had found out.

"Easy champ," Mustang said soothingly, leaning around the imposing mass of muscle, "most guys would be showing off if they were carrying something like that! I mean... Jesus."

He sagged.

"It nearly got me fired... it's just so hard to, hard-"

A mighty hand was peeling off his overstuffed briefs and he shot a pleading look at Mustang, "It's hard to think straight when I'm backed up... Or - oh Jesus, you're hands are strong - or if I get too horny!"

"You saying you got a huge tunnel off track by nearly a hundred feet and all because you were backed up?" Mustang seemed halfway between horrified and impressed.

Manny looked away and nodded.

"Well shit, you don't seem stupid, but I've not seen anyone get so backed up that they couldn't goddamn *think*!"

He felt Jack's grip on his cock and shuddered as the build-up from the short drive down here made itself known. He could have cursed if he hadn't been so far off balance.

He tried to put a restraining hand on her huge arm, amazed again as his spread fingers didn't even make it two thirds of the way around her wrist. She mostly ignored him, slowing down rather than stopping, that heartstoppingly gorgeous face looking up at him measuringly.

"Spill it, new guy..." was all she said into the uncomfortable quiet.

"Ah- ah, shit! Stop! Just stop dammit... I'll tell you!"

She ignored him again, keeping him in her steady gaze.

"Mr. Masters is my godfather... he helped me get this job and helped out with some of the special stuff that I'd need to do it!"

"Go on..."

"I just needed an extra outhouse on any site I was on. It was always just for me and had to be emptied every day. It was worse on sites where they had lots of, ah, nudie calendars. Everyone - ooohhh, God - everyone assumed it was because I was some hotshot. I just needed somewhere to get rid of... *it*."

"It?" Jack asked as she continued jerking him off, shooting a curious glance over to Mustang.

Manny noticed that Mustang was unbuttoning her heavy duty jeans, the vest already on the table, just a dirty t-shirt on underneath.

"Oh God."

"Tell me, little man!" Jack growled, her sweet voice making it sound like a rather sensual purr.

"I need to- I need to cum a lot every day! OK? Happy!?"

There was a silence broken only by the sound of Jack's clothes creaking with the rhythm of her stimulation of him.

"What? You're saying you filled a portapotty with jizz every day?"

He nodded glumly.

"That's why Elmer and I got into a fight on our first job, he didn't like me getting special treatment. It's why it was so easy for me to get backed up when I was too busy to ease it off..."

He looked distraught.

There was a silence and he looked up to see the pair of them grinning at each other. Eventually Mustang spoke up.

"I don't think you need to worry about getting backed up... well not if Mr. Johnson," Jack, still jerking him, gave his cock a little explanatory waggle to back Mustang up, "here can hold up your end of the story anyway!"

The last thing Manny though coherently as Jack leaned forward and parted her sweet, succulent lips to take his cock into her mouth was, Shit! Twenty minutes after meeting her and Mustang's even got a nickname for my damn dick!

/////

The world was only the soft warmth of a mouth on his cock, the pressure of strong, calloused fingers on his shaft and the feeling of teasing, tantalising suction.

A wet, warm prehensile finger of sensation swirled around the ridge of flesh between his peeled-back foreskin and the base of his cockhead, lapping at it as the finger pressure on the exposed length of his cock changed, strengthening almost painfully. The skin of his cock was sliding over the throbbing hardness of his shaft, veins prominent and firm as the handjob kicked up another gear. The friction, the dry warmth-on-warmth, was an incredible contrast to the wet heat of the suckling mouth.

The finger of moist warmth that was a tongue danced around the rim of his cock head, his whole shaft vibrating as a deeply lustful growl was transmitted down the lightning rod of his dick and into his heavy balls. Something tensed inside him and the pressure eased, the suction ending abruptly in a warm sigh of breath across his meat.

There was stillness.

The tension eased and the warmth returned, but this time he was sensitised, needy... backed up.

Somewhere there was a scream, but it was not of this world, it was of the world outside the mouth and tongue and now... oh God, oh God... the tantalising scrape of careful teeth.

The warm, wet world of the mouth was intensified as a ring of liquid pleasure was forced down his length, the suction accentuated by a muscular pull as his achingly hard dick was introduced to the realm of the throat. The frontier of the soft, stretched lips slowly worked down and down and down, first pressing into jacking fingers, then replacing them as the fingers roved down to fondle the heavy mass of his nuts.

The world was a red velvet topography of hot-wet and suck-pressure that quivered like a breath long held.

He felt five points of pressure bearing in from the outside of the muscular throat realm, felt the throat spasm as the fingers stroked his flesh through the flesh around it.

The breath held.

The breath held.

The breath was released.

/////

Manny realised he was grunting and shaking, his back pressed into the ceiling of the cabin as Jack held him above her, all of his massive length fed into her bulging throat. He could feel each pulse of his orgasm flinging cum, thick gobbets of it, into Jack's body.

"Holeeeee shiiiitttt..." came Mustang's voice as Jack drank Manny's seed, that huge neck working hard, rhythmically, to drain him.

As usual for him, it went on and on.

Still, Jack stuck to her task until she had seen out his incredible orgasm, dropping him gently back onto the table before stepping back and rubbing a belly that looked rather full.

Mustang looked at Manny wide-eyed before turning to Jack, mouth opening to ask a question and then clicking shut as she saw the bigger woman tense.

Manny followed Mustang's gaze and saw Jack standing there in the middle of the room, poleaxed.

Jack was huge, dominating the space by mass alone. Each of her arms was so immense that it looked like she curled the longhorn cattle these girls took as their namesakes. The bicep alone was far bigger than his head, approaching twice the size when the muscles bunched and flexed. For her body, her arms were thick and beefy, but that was a proportion thing. The only thing about this behemoth that could be called normal was a face that belonged on a bikini clad college girl in her early twenties, not this vision of power in front of him.

Her chest was straining at a vest that he could have happily used as a tent, thick red braces holding up work jeans that fit her tiny waist loosely, but looked painted on across the immensity of her thighs, the quads over twice the width of his shoulders from outer sweep to outer sweep of twitching, bulging leg muscle. He could swear that the only thing keeping the trousers on was the web of leather straps that held on a series of half-inch thick armour plates which guarded her shins, knees and flared out to cup the teardrops of her thigh muscles.

The plates looked as if they had been blasted by hundreds of explosions, score lines and pitting telling a story of phenomenal abuse, but they seemed both as light as a feather to Jack and just like another part of her uniform.

It was a surprise then to see the tough, thick leather of the straps part with a series of metallic pings as buckles gave up a fight they had been winning for years. The yowl of tearing denim split the air as thick muscle seemed to erupt from a series of holes, rips and tears, the pale skin flushed and gnarled with snarling vascularity. Armour plates, leather strapping and denim scraps showered the room as Jack visibly grew, her body seeming to simply eclipse the clothes she was wearing.

She still hadn't moved.

Mustang was at her side, her amazon physique dwarfed by the sheer volume of Jack, as she stroked the flesh on show, drawing a shivery mewl from the mountain of muscle in the middle of the room. Jack raised a huge arm in response and flexed it experimentally as the growth slowly stopped; the mountain of bicep that rose up was an intimidating mess of throbbing veins and chiselled muscle which overtopped her flexed fist by over a handspan.

"Gawd, but do I love your big muscles Jack! I think Johnny-boy here can back up his talk..." Mustang turned and shot Manny a wink, "I knew he was the honest sort!"

Jack was stood in the middle of the room in only her panties now, the black lace disappearing under abs which had more to do with tightly squeezed bags of bulging concrete than cobblestones. Her thighs were absolutely slick with juices, but she didn't seem to mind. Every inch of her looked like someone had crammed hard, jagged rocks beneath her skin and tied them down with veiny ropes.

Idly, she stepped around the awestruck Mustang and bent to retrieve her tools, the sheer depth of her torso meaning that even as she bent at the waist she was only a foot shorter than before; the thickness of her back tilting towards him felt like flying over a mountain range. As she straightened, she had one of the huge chisel spikes she'd dropped earlier in one hand and the steel monstrosity Manny had mentally tagged as a hammer in the other.

With a grin that held no little mischief, she turned to Manny and slipped the anvil-sized hammer between her thighs. There was a little feminine grunt from her as she looked down at the mass of steel between her legs, but she simply bit her lip and concentrated, pouring all of her will into a quad flex which soon had the metal singing in protest. The muscles in her legs seemed to be fuelled by a nuclear explosion as they bulged and bloated and grew to her will, any trace of softness vanishing into a jagged landscape of thrumming muscle fibres, veins and the flush of warm blood being powered into these great trunks of power.

He couldn't breathe.

The hammer gave with a shriek and the two halves of the hammer head crashed to the floor, expertly severed by the simple power of those inhuman muscles.

It was almost anticlimactic when she simply raised the oversized chisel she was still holding, grasped it in both hands and tied it in a knot. Manny was barely more surprised when she tugged the ends of the knotted steel and pulled the knot tight. Then the pressure came and those immense arms surged into new massiveness even as she slowly tore the knotted steel apart with pure brute force, grinning as the metal heated and sheared like taffy.

The only thing in the room harder than her muscles was Manny's cock right then and the only word in the entire world that could fit this scene of muscle and sex and heat was simply...

"How?"

/////
Manny was still looking at the beaming Jack for answers when his view was blocked by a medieval wall of bronzed muscle. Mustang had straddled him, entirely naked now and like some vision of a mythic woman warrior next to the font of strength that Jack had become.

Where Jack had used his cock, milked it, savoured his cum, Mustang wanted a ride and every amazing inch of her felt hot and passionate.
Where Jack's chest had become a monumental wall of pec beef, Mustang's chest was a collision of muscularity and the heavy swell of massive breasts. A hand on the back of his head guided Manny's mouth to her thick, swollen nipple and her voice came from above him as she guided herself over his heavy shaft and slowly sat down.

"Ooooh boy, Johnny, I think we need a new nickname for you..." she huffed.

"Anyway, if you haven't figured it out yet, you're hired. And now that you're one of us I'll tell you - hooo LORD that's thick! - I'll tell you how the Longhorn Ladies work... and why you'll never be backed up again."

She shoved her hips down brutally and shook as an orgasm rocked her body, biting her lip and looking down at him with a fire in her eyes as she fucked him roughly. He hadn't picked her as someone who would hold back, but she was in her element here... "Mustang" seemed to fit her very well indeed.

"Oohh ohh ohhhhh yesss, there's my first of the afternoon Johnny-boy. Just as well, as it all - hahhnnnggg - all started with my first boyfriend... well, me and Jack's to be fair."

"We grew up in cattle country and out there, you pump all sorts of hormones into the beef to make the cattle bigger, meatier, stronger and more productive... thing is, there's also a nuclear plant out at the top of the catchment."

He eased back to look up at her disbelievingly. He wasn't from around these parts, but he wasn't stupid, dammit.

She just gave him a frank look that let him know that, no she wasn't shitting him and, yes, she was still the damn boss around here. Then she crammed her nipple back into his mouth and sucked in a huge breath before starting up a rhythm, fucking him in rough, twisting, bucking strokes, slowly stretching her abused pussy further and further.

"G-G-Goddamn you're hung like a bull! Hoooowweee! Anyway- oh Lord, nnnghhh- ANYWAY, you've seen Spiderman right? Just, add radioactivity and you've got instant super heroes?"

"Well, we're different twice," her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she went faster, pressing her huge tits into his hungry mouth. He barely noticed when Jack's enormous arms encompassed them both, her strong hands gripping his buttocks and lifting both him and Mustang off the table-top. He groaned in bliss as her massive arms began driving his hips up to meet Mustang's grinding, pounding pussy.

"We got this way through drinking the radioactive, super milk from the cows... ahnnnng, yes, YES, YEEESSSS... oooh ooooh oh, oh God - where was I? And we don't have their biology – not the right hormone chemistry or somethin'... so we need fresh jizz to make the milk do this to us."

He hummed a question into her nipple before switching across to the other heaving boob.

"Yeah, human jizz smartass; we're not weirdos! Though Jack did- hey! Woah! Ease up there girl!" Jack's actions had got noticeably rougher at these words and there was an ominous grunt from somewhere in the landscape of newly enlarged muscles, "You did think about it, and you know you did! Jack's always wanted muscles more than the rest of us. So, anyway, yeah – human jizz."

Manny couldn't have stopped if you'd paid him, but he had the presence of mind to squawk, "Elmer!?"

The breasts pressed into his face jiggled as she laughed, "Nah, we would suck that guy off, but it wasn't really nice and we certainly never did THIS!" She punctuated this statement by winding her hands around Jack's and pulling down firmly, taking him up to the root and grinding her sensitive clit into Manny's belly as she bottomed out and shook against him.

Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as she came, hard. Her face was split by a blissful smile a mile wide as she shook against him, bottoming out against his root even as Jack carried on pumping Manny up into Mustang like a human dildo.

He couldn't last any longer and clung on for dear life as the cum rushed out of his cock and hosed Mustang's pussy down, driving the pair of them onward and upwards into a spiral of mutual orgasms.

The world slowly got lost in a muddle of tensing, flexing, fucking muscle and his own lusts.

/////

Eric Masters had run his construction company for 25 years and prided himself on being able to put together some of the best teams in the entire industry. It was a talent.

As he turned over a page in one of the many reports that littered his huge mahogany desk, he grinned wryly and made a note where it said Longhorn Ladies, drawing a line under it in red. Even he admitted that sometimes though, these things just kind of fell into your lap – no one could have legislated for a bunch of super-powered road wreckers turning up and asking for a job, let alone that they were the best damn place to send his deadwood.

The fact that Manny seemed to have settled in was great; he had supposed in a gang of entirely women, someone with that boy's problems might be quite well liked, if still having to develop a somewhat different skill set than on most sites. What he hadn't accounted on was his godson somehow increasing productivity by up to ten times at the same time as slashing the fuel bill for the works.

Yvonne, his PA walked in and smiled prettily before placing a huge stack of documents on the chair beside him. The chair creaked ominously and he looked up sharply, bemused. It subsided and Yvonne turned to leave.

"Yvonne!" he called after her, "Good job with these reports on the Longhorn Ladies, it must have been one hell of a change from the day-to-day with those girls! I'll make sure your bonus is a big one this year!" he heard her stifle a giggle and looked up, finally really looking at her. All of her. More of her than last week. More sleek muscle than before, crammed into a previously modest skirt suit.

He flushed and shifted to better accommodate- well, to get comfortable.

"Big bonus..." he muttered, blushing.

/////

"Jeez, Mustang! I'll be there in a minute. Just let me get the coordinates down on this plot."

Manny jogged through the site, his pencil darting over a section of the plans as he made his way to where Mustang was. His walkie-talkie was pinned to his vest and he thumbed the channel across to the next frequency they used, "Jack! I'll need you at grid G3 to begin breaking up the surface."

"Loud and clear Johnny. You free later? I could do with a top-up."

"Copy, clear it with Mustang first. I think that it's her, Grace and Billie before I could get around to you today."

"Keep some for me Johnny!"

"Copy!"

He stopped and waved at two huge ladies dragging the site cabins to the far end of the work site, "Hey, Clarice, Frankie, you need to head up to that hill over there and then go around the back - Grace has found a water main just up ahead that's not on the drawings."

A pair of cheery waves was the response he got as they veered away as per his instructions.

With a running start, he jumped over a red-headed behemoth eight feet deep in an excavation, drawing a startled yelp and a hearty chuckle as he landed on the other side of the works and jogged on.

With a lick of the tip of his pencil he marked on the last of the numeric coordinates and put the drawings away, rolling them up and tucking them under an arm as he made his way onwards.

He grinned as he noted that the earth was shaking almost in time with his footsteps as he got closer and closer, his ears picking up the roar of metal on earth and stone. Ahead of him all he could see was a JCB bucket tearing down a broken up section of road, debris flying into the scoop and off to the sides of its path. Eventually, it came to a stop, roughly just as he did.

With a grunt, the whole scoop was lifted and tipped, several tons of road detritus crashing into the bare dirt next to the project road route.

Mustang had changed, growing and filling out until she and Jack were virtually the same size, though Jack was insistent on staying as the larger of the two. Neither minded the arrangement, but it wasn't Jack's ring on Manny's finger, but Mustang's. When you had a choice between getting milked and getting royally, creatively and repeatedly fucked... well, it wasn't much of a choice. Though a milking every now and then didn't hurt!

Mustang beamed at him as she walked over, casually picking up and tucking a water butt under her arm. With a wink she leaned in and kissed him, before upending the water vessel and pouring the cool refreshment into her open mouth, making sure to splash it all over her incredible body, soaking her vest and tiny work shorts. In seconds it was as if she was almost naked, the fabric plastered against bronzed muscle that seemed to throb with the pump she was getting.

"So, Johnny, was I worth hurrying for?" her hand came up to tease a short, sweat-slicked curl of her hair. The symphony of gargantuan muscles that accompanied it nearly took his feet out from under him as his hardening cock rocketed down the leg of his jeans and tried to rear to full erection. 

After tottering for a second, he just grinned and hopped over, pulling himself into a wet, sweaty hug, before reaching up to plant a return kiss as far up her amazing chest as he could manage.

"Honestly?"

She leaned down and picked him up, lifting him until his enormous bulge was mashed into her unyielding cool-box sized pecs, "Yeah," was all she said though.

"Having a clear head, having a job would have been enough, but this, all of this?" he looked down at her from his perch, "I'd say it was more than worth it, baby!"

"Good answer, Johnny-boy," she said with a purr as she idly flexed her pecs, grinding into his manhood "let the others in the rota know they're going to have to wait until tomorrow... it's my turn to get all "Jacked up" all damn day..."

[rodman]

  Thanks, for this story. Read it this evening and I thought it was very well written and a fun read. I like the fact that Manny is able to use his "problem" to benefit the other characters and himself. Also like the growth aspect and scene at the end. I hope to see more of your work. Happy Thanksgiving!

[Jeremy Lightning]

Wow! I loved reading this story, incredible stuff, the only thing I would've liked to see more from you would be more muscle description, but the strength and sex was right up my alley! Great job! k+!

[GreatJustice]

Here's a little something I whipped up - there may be more, or maybe not.

Thrill
by GreatJustice
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She smiled as she heard the footsteps outside the door, idly tucking a pale, long-fingered hand under her body with one of her own, humming softly with pleasure as she felt the hand clutching at her warm, tanned immensity, frantically pawing at the heavy ridges of her obliques.

As they door handle rattled, she leaned her weight forward and sighed in contentment, linking her fingers on the white, Egyptian cotton pillowcase and letting the bright sunshine streaming through the French windows warm her.

With smile she turned her head and rested it on the backs of her hands, looking over at the door as it opened.

/////

Lupita turned the handle and smoothly spun to grab the breakfast tray off the trolley, her hip bumping into the door to keep it open. Making sure everything was present one last time, she backed through the door and deftly avoided the closing door catching her elbow.

"Breakfast Miss Penelope and Mister Ky-" she stopped and looked around, confused, "where is Mister Kyle, Miss?"

Miss Penelope smiled back at her and stretched languidly, "I don't think he's gone far..." She purred.

Lupita looked at the bed, at the enormous woman that dominated it. Miss Penelope was a giant, huge and muscular and covered in smooth bronzed skin... and Miss Penelope was beautiful, her sultry, even features captivating even separated from Lupita by arms the size of the maid and an expanse of back and latissimus muscles, the near half of which came in over three feet wide.

Lupita doubted the Kyle would have gone very far at all, given the option.

She knew she wouldn't.

Blushing, she looked away and nodded, turning and putting breakfast down on the table by the window.

The huge bed behind her creaked - there was a little sigh to go with it - and she turned to see Miss Penelope had shifted, the thin summer comforter sliding further off her prodigious muscle butt threatening to reveal the peaks of those twin gluteus  muscle mountains. Lupita could see the mark, pale on Miss Penelope's lip where the huge woman had bitten it.

"Are you ok, Miss?" Lupita asked.

"Ooooh yes. The food just smells lovely!" Miss Penelope breathed.

Her voice was dripping raw sex and Lupita feel her own sex dripping in sympathy as she turned and hurried out before she did anything that could lose her this job.

/////

Penny was still as she watched the door close, filing away the obvious arousal of the maid for a later date. Orgasming in front of the maid really wasn't fair to the woman, but Penny had done all she could to tamp down the signs of her pleasure - it was lucky that it had only been a small ripple of a climax. An orgasm of pure thrill and naughtiness, not the full nova of deep sexual release.

As the latch clicked shut she tucked a wisp of dark hair behind an ear and pushed up off the bed slightly, accompanied by the sound of a desperate gasp of air from beneath her bulk. She looked down at Kyle and smiled wickedly as she ground her hips against him. He was absolutely rock hard inside her, stretching her perfectly as she lay atop him.

His face was purple, sweating and still a little wild-eyed from where she had been smothering him with her thick, bulging pecs. She could still feel the tingle on her chest where his last few suffocated kisses had been, feel the cooling saliva in the deep canyon between her chest meat from where he had been licking her, worshipping her. In the shade of her massive bulk he was slowly coming back to himself, mouth curling up at a corner as he stared up at her.

"Naughty boy!" she purred at him, tempted to wag a finger at him too.

Hunching over she leaned in and kissed him full on the lips, hungrily possessing his mouth - dominating him as he lay beneath her crushing weight. She felt him wriggle as he forced his hands out from under her, stroking her mighty flanks as they locked lips, tongues dancing. She could feel his pulse racing as she stroked his neck with soft, strong fingers and knew that he was surfing on the crest of a truly huge adrenalin rush, his hips bucking powerfully up at hers as his arousal overcame the need for air.

"That's it darling... Fuck me! Fuck- nnnggh" she shuddered as a precursor wave of orgasm washed over her, "FUCK ME!"

She could feel his lean strong body beneath hers as he groped every inch of her he could reach, hips driving madly and unable to move her huge, muscular bulk - using the softness and bounce of the mattress to give him the space he needed to thrust his meat deep inside her over and over again. His root was grinding off her thick, throbbing clit with every muffled slap of flesh on flesh and she felt her juices making their joined flesh really lewdly wet and slick.

Reaching around his head she pulled his face up to her hard, meaty chest, mashing it between her enormous pec-tits as she let her weight fall on him once more, smothering him beneath her sheer mass. Possessively she brought her knees up, more straddling him now than lying atop him as she snaked her legs around his, trapping him in a thrusting, fucking grapple where they both writhed and pounded into each other.

She half-groaned, half-chuckled as he sped up and set her pussy alight, even as his air supply was slowly blocked my her heaving chest.

A squeeze of her enormous, bodybuilder-shaming legs drew more speed out of him even as she felt his straining cock grow iron hard and unbendable inside her, a deliciously painful pounding against her cervix now. She felt his hands pawing at her massive trunks, felt the fingers failing to even eclipse even one bulging head of her quads. She shuddered as his groping came to an end, her squeezing thighs too thick at the midpoint for him to even reach out that far.

She applied more pressure around his head, biceps pressing his ears in flat even as her hungry legs engulfed his slowing, furiously grinding hips. It was enough that she groaned in response, feeling his cock propelled to superhuman efforts as the very tip forced open her cervix a little.

Her orgasm had risen around her like a tsunami and she trembled as she felt his dick throb inside her, hours of edging him through the morning paying off as he came hard into her womb, over and over and over again.

It set her off and she choked a primal roar of orgasm down into a gurgle as she shook through her climax, heavy limbs writhing as she rolled off him. Her strong spasming pussy pulled him over on top of her as she sprayed her climax like a firehose, dousing him, the bed and most of the end of the room as her monstrous body endured a suitably epic orgasm. His lips were all over her sweating, twitching muscles and his cock inside her was sawing in and out even as it slowly softened, drawing out peak after peak as she slowly came down from her high.

She felt his hand take her limp one from where it lay on the soiled covers, fingers intertwining as she feebly gripped back, rolling onto the remainder of the mattress as she convulsively ground her thighs together and gasped for air.

"Oh jeez..." She said faintly, "that never stops being good..."

Kyle grinned up at her and half sat up, leaning over to kiss her thick abs, his spent cock dropping heavily between his legs. He mischievously licked an abdominal muscle before replying,

"10 percent perspiration, 90 percent inspiration I think."

She rolled her eyes and chuckled as she put an arm, the same size he was, around him and pulled him close.

It was a nice way to start the morning.

[Jeremy Lightning]

What a nice, short, but incredibly sexy scene! Coming from you, I would expect nothing less, really have enjoyed all of your stories since I first started reading them on another site. (Don't know if this will get through but for those of you who don't know, search for eccentricman on Futanari Palace forum.) K+! 

[NinjaStar]

Oh come now. That can't be it. That's too good to just be an excerpt.

[JerusalemTulip]

Thanks for this.  Perfect scene.  I don't know what you'd do for an encore, but am looking forward to it.

[GreatJustice]

Interlude - Before the Fun Starts

"No, Mister Kyle, I don't think it is right," Lupita said glancing across the limousine to where Penny sat and smirked across at the maid, her immense size dominating all three seats on the other side of the passenger compartment. The neck of a chilled bottle of champagne poked up from a chiller fridge mounted in the middle, the gold foiled bulge of the cork pressing into Penny's shorts just against the bulge of her sex.

The was a contemplative silence as the limousine crossed a cattle grate and Lupita and Kyle found themselves staring at Penny's crotch as the barest hint of a moan seeped into the quiet between the three of them.

Kyle grinned, a flash of white teeth against the honey fuzz of the start of a beard as he hefted a box of strawberries and a tub of thick, rich cream.

"Come on, Lupita," he drawled, "we just want to share some champagne, strawberries and cream before I show Penny her birthday surprise!"

He leaned over and looked at Lupita's chest as it bulged hugely, ripely out of her maid outfit - an amazing caramel upswell of soft tit flesh.

"We just need something to eat them off and you've got the biggest shelf in the room!"

Penny giggled at this and rolled her eyes, the thick pec cleavage showing through her tank top easily enough to balance a champagne bottle (and the rest) upon it. Lupita blushed deeply, looking away from the bigger woman even as she rubbed her thighs together, her breath coming more quickly.

Kyle beamed at her, a wicked smile curling his lips as he ostentatiously picked up a spoon and scooped up a thick dairy-berg of the cream, playfully floating the spoonful across to her as she watched it with shy, wanton eyes. They both took a breath as he stopped the spoon millimetres away from her breast flesh, her biting her lip as she could feel the cool air around it.

With great ceremony, he pressed the cream down onto the flesh of her heaving boob, leaving a creamy dollop at the peak of a little caramel mountain. Another scoop and another dollop followed. And again. And again. Over and over until the exposed top slopes of Lupita's large, buoyant boobs were polka-dotted with cream.

With great care, Kyle began placing glistening, ripe strawberries atop each dairy dollop, pressing them into the cream gently and careful not to actually touch Lupita's breasts. She shuddered as the last strawberry settled into place and let out a breathy sigh as Kyle put down the food, tucking it away.

When he turned back to her there was more than a little passion in his clear blue eyes, his gaze locked on hers as he bent his head to her chest, mouth sliding over a mouthful of fruit and cream before his parted lips kissed her breast. Kyle didn't look up as he heard the cork from the bottle pop with a muffled thump - as he heard the deep moan from Penny as she came there and then, throbbing clit pummelled by the cork.

He felt Lupita moan in sympathy beneath his lips, the noise propagating through lush tit flesh. He closed his lips and looked upagain savouring the food even as he left a creamy almost-hickie behind on her breast. Finishing his mouthful he ducked his head again and went for another, humming appreciatively, letting his tongue tickle against her breast.

"Oh, Mister Kyle," Lupita husked, hands under her tits and pressing then up into his questing mouth and tongue, "my boyfriend won't believe this when I tell him!"

Kyle pushed back from her sputtering, a hand over his mouth as he tried not to rain cream all over her, eyes wide before he caught her teasing, mischievous look - his breath was coming in coughing gasps around his mouthful now as his maid's joke brought on a fit of strangled laughter, eyes crinkled up in amusement as he valiantly tried to finish his strawberry, shoulders shaking. Lupita giggled too, setting the trio's impromptu strawberry platter jiggling invitingly.

Those giggles turned to a moan though as Penny leaned forward and greedily Frenched Lupita's breast, devouring two creamy strawberries in one mouthful, sucking the warm breast flesh afterwards as well, cleaning it with her tongue as her strong fingers found Lupita's top and pulled it down roughly, desperately. Penny's full lips kissed their way downwards until she took the Latina maid's nipple in her mouth and diddled it with her tongue, purring lustfully as she felt Lupita's hands roaming over Penny's massive traps, desperately, futilely  trying to hold her in place, to prolong the pleasure. Kyle stopped coughing finally and drank in the sight of his massive girlfriend sucking lewdly on their maid's breast, the Latina's lip curled back in a lustful leer as she mashed her exposed bouncing boobs into Penny's face.

He was wiping a tear from his eye when he noticed that the champagne was gone but the glasses lined up in a little alcove on the other side of the cabin were still there... and still dry.

Turning back to the pair he saw Penny shift and Lupita bit her lip, moaning and grinding her hips - the maid's eyes squeezed shut as she hefted one of her immense boobs and crammed the last portion of strawberry and cream into her own mouth. Something was happening beneath her tight, short uniform skirt and it was driving Lupita nuts.

"Oh, Miss Penelope, you're so... Oh madre de dios!"

Kyle leaned in as his girlfriend noisily sucked ripe boob flesh, her arm gently setting up a steady rocking pace as it worked, whatever she was doing simply hidden by the rest of her great mass of muscle almost in Lupita's lap.

Licking the Latina's ear her breathed, "If you want to, you can share more than strawberries and cream with us, Lupita. Can you see how hot you make my girlfriend?"

He took one of her hands and guided it to his lap, enjoying her expression change to one of shock as she felt his hardness, her fingers desperately running down his length to try and find the tip, her breath coming faster and faster.

"Can you feel how hot you make me?"

She said nothing, only squishing down a sexy little squeak as Penny mashed both the maid's breasts together and hungrily nibbled and licked and sucked on those nipples. Kyle realised Lupita had started jerking him off roughly through his shorts and grinned over at Penny, enjoying the little wink she shot back.

Kyle barely heard it as Penny whispered to Lupita, "What do you think Conrad thinks of all the noise you're making back here, Lupita? It must be hard to concentrate on the driving..."

Even Kyle couldn't resist the urge to check if the intercom light was on as Penny said that, but Lupita went a stage further, shuddering as she came hard, her mouth opening in a silent scream as a splash of her juices sprayed just between Penny's legs and onto the carpet. She clung to Penny like a stranded sailor clinging to a hard bare rock in a storm, her eyes rolling back into her head as Penny did something to her, the rocking speeding up massively for thirty seconds before Lupita was set off again, scream muffled suddenly as Penny leaned back and pressed Lupita's face between her massive pecs.

The maid sagged against Penny, her mouth working as she mumbled, "Yes, yesyesyes, yessss..."

Penny and Kyle looked at each other and shared a smile at the ferocity of that orgasm - both aware of how much the thrill of being overheard had put Lupita well over edge. The maid was still coming down from that climax even now.

Penny gently pushed the maid back into the seat next to Kyle, giving those huge breasts a farewell stroke and causing Lupita to clap her thighs together, biting her lip to stifle a moan as her sensitivity made the caress into a burning sexual fire. In Penny's hand, as she straightened, the open champagne bottle glistened with fresh, musky juices, but she didn't pass any comment as she poured three glasses of tainted fizz - keeping one to herself, passing one to Kyle and offering one to Lupita.

"So," Penny asked, "do you want to share with us, Lupita?"

The maid took the glass and looked at it like the holy grail, swallowing as she caught her breath.

The silence stretched out.

One of the maid's hands came up to find her thick, long nipple, twisting it roughly as she looked at Penny over the rim of her champagne flute... And knocked the fizz back in one long draught, obviously savouring the juicy taste.

"Yes," she husked as she finished her drink, "I'd love that, Master Kyle, Mistress Penelope!"

Penny and Kyle's champagne flutes tinkled merrily as they toasted Lupita's passions.

/////

The limo slowly slid to a stop as they passed through the gates of the airfield and parked, Conrad finding them a space next to one of the hangars.

"Ok Lupita," Kyle said, "I've left coordinates for the clearing we're going to need a pick up from in the limo computer - just search under X. Also, I was going to take this bag up with us, but I think I'll leave it with you."

"Yes, Master Kyle," the maid purred, still obviously very aroused and ready for more.

He heard the door in front open as Conrad stepped out from the driver's seat and leaned over to the maid, grinning, "You love that, don't you? But unless I say so, in front of anyone else, I'm just Mister Kyle, okay?"

She sobered up enough to nod seriously as Conrad came to Kyle's door and opened it. Kyle and Penny were up out of the door quickly, the dimness of the cabin and their bustling bodies - at least Penny's anyway - enough to hide the bare breasted, sweaty Lupita from view.

Conrad was a few inches taller than Kyle at a rangy 6'3" and was impeccably turned out in his uniform as usual, his youthful face pleasant and respectful.

He gave Conrad a pat on the arm as he emerged with a grin, but paused a second as the driver said quietly, "Uh sir... You've got a bit of cream or something on your lip."

Kyle nodded and chuckled as he wiped away the cream with a thumb, enjoying Conrad's reaction as Penny squeezed thought the extra wide limo door, an arm nearly as heavy as Kyle was gripping the handle and the other huge arm on the roof of the limo as she shimmied out diagonally, the fabric of her tiny tank top rucking and creasing as her wide lats scraped the corners of the door opening.

Kyle caught sight of a couple of guys trotting over holding his gear, a tandem parachute rig, and gave them a wave. Penny for her part was still stood in the limo door opening, turned around now and presenting a thick, hard ass to the rest of the airfield, the floss-like gusset of her booty shorts all that protected her puffy sex from the rest of the world. It was like a glimpse of snow-white glacier running down between two golden mountains.

She was saying something to Lupita, but after a second, she turned, planted a chaste little kiss on Conrad's cheek, and reached out for Kyle.

"Hey Donnie, Mark - thanks for bringing this stuff out," he greeted the pair as they swing around to meet him, "is she fuelled up?"

"Hey Kyle, hey Penny," the other two chorused, cheerful and chilled out as they orbited the couple and pulled them along as if by gravity towards the hangar doors.

From behind Kyle, he heard a sultry Spanish-inflected voice cooing, "Oh, Conraaaad..."

He turned his head just in time to see the driver's tie seized by a hidden hand and all 6'3" of him disappear into the limo.

"Uh, Penny?" he asked under his breath.

"Oh," she breathed right back, "I just told her that Conrad's nearly as big as you are..."

Kyle just grinned and shook his head.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Wow, I love what I read here, especially the last part, I loved that Lupita dragged a huge guy in Conrad, 6'3, built very heavy, but she took him as hers because she was so overwhelmingly horny that she needed some cock in her. And well, she got warmed up very well by Penny and Kyle, that was a very, very sexy scene and I look forward to more! k+!

[GreatJustice]

A bit short, but I hope it's better than nothing! Next bit will follow eventually!

Surprise! - Pt. 3

Kyle's face loomed over them as they walked through the main doors of the hangar, his giant expression set in a wild smile that held none of the mischief of the real one he turned to Penny as the two men ahead of them lead them towards a sleek little aircraft with a somewhat incongruous stacked twin propeller at its nose. The livery on the little craft matched that splashed across giant-Kyle's face, but the plane seemed neat and new and, to Penny's eyes at least, inviting.

The two staff talked Kyle through a few bits and pieces as they stood and pointed into the open-doored cabin of the plane, but everything seemed in hand and Penny could see Kyle bouncing with the familiar excitement that made his fame and his reputation. He was getting amped up for something really off the hook and she felt both a little tingle of heat at the prospect and a matching tickle of fear.

The briefing finished and the two guys strolled away with lazy waves, laughing as they walked back to their office. She wasn't really looking at them as Kyle's lean, wiry body disappeared into the cabin with a surge of the electric energetic charisma he seemed to radiate when he was feeling the onset of the thrill.

She climbed in more carefully after him, her hands seeking out handles and rails to keep her steady as the plane tilted briefly, wildly, on its landing gear as it bore the full brunt of her weight, only settling as she took one of the three seats in the cabin area.

"So," she called to the cockpit as the engine started and the door slid shut behind her, "my big birthday surprise is just a skydive?"

She heard his chuckle as he fiddled with something in the cockpit and shouted back, "You just sit down and strap in!"

With a smile she did so, occupying all three seats and cobbling together a restraint from two of the seatbelts, stretching her massive legs ahead of her. In seconds the plane was in motion, ambling out of the hangar and onto the runway, barely straightening up before Kyle gunned the engine and they shot up in to the air.

There were a few noisy minutes as the plane gained a few thousand feet of altitude but then the fuselage tilted gently and the engine settled into an easy burble as they began to spiral upwards. She grinned as she saw Kyle bound back towards her, his face split in a wild smile as he tore his shirt off, nimbly rooting around in the back of the plane for his parachute and all the bits of accoutrement that went with it.

She watched him, biting her lip, and halfway between aroused and amused as he shucked his shorts and wriggled out of his underpants. He turned and waved his arms, mock dismayed as he saw her just standing there.

"What are you doing with all your clothes on?" he cried, sliding one tanned leg into a harness strap as he grew slowly hard.

Penny felt spots of colour in her cheeks and the gusset band of her shorts soaked through as she got the idea. Still, it was something that she couldn't resist the opportunity to turn into a performance.

With a lick of her lips she locked gazes with Kyle and reached behind herself, grabbing a fistful of the back of her croptop, pulling the fabric tight across her shoulders and chest, showing every golden inch of hard, striated muscle.

"We won't need these clothes again?" she asked.

He nearly fell over at that as he tried to hop into the other harness loop, but shook his head, confirming that as he regained his balance, eyes locked on her chest.

She breathed out huskily and curled a lip up in a challenging, lewdly sexual sneer, her pecs surging into massive life as she flexed hard, her iron grip stopping the fabric of her top from going anywhere apart from slowly stretched everywhere at once. Kyle's cock was pointing at her as she heard the first stitches go, the seam at the bottom of the vee neck popping almost instantly as it tried to hold back inches more chest than had been there a moment ago.

Her chest shamed even the biggest bodybuilders as she grit her teeth, the thick muscles growing deeper, denser, more heavily cut as she powered them deeper into a flex, her huge nipples rock hard, one even slowly tearing through her top as the fabric slowly gave in. There was a ferocious tear and then moments latter she was wearing a ruin, rips criss crossing the excuse for a top as it was burst apart by her sheer immensity.

She wasn't even breathing hard when she jerked her hand away from her body and tore the remains of the top apart like confetti.

Kyle made to rush to her, to cover her chest in kisses, but she smiled and held him back with a massive arm. Teasingly, she turned and gripped the waistband of her shorts at the front, again, pulling the fabric taut; they were little more hotpants sprayed over and around enormous thighs and a sensational ass, held up only by a zip at each mighty hip. Those zips had all of Kyle's attention.

She took her hand off the waistband and reached up, spreading out in an X of raw feminine power, her huge body completely blocking the sliding door that they had climbed in through, a hand at each top corner of the opening and her legs splayed in a wide straddle, knees straight and painted toenails pointing forward.

Then she flexed. Fabric groaned as quads and thick, boulder-like glutes seemed to double in size – lean heavy muscle growing shredded and hard and straining under their own sheer power. The noise the zips made was tortured, a high pitched whine of struggling metal; there was even a pop as the seam around one enormous thigh gave a little.

Penny bit her lip as the gusset of her soaked shorts was crammed hard against her sex under immense pressure, her hips writhing forward as she rode the unexpected pleasure, feeling her juices really start flowing and a slow tickle forming down the inside of her pulsing thigh. She poured it on and her muscles surged again, the shorts literally flying off her body as a pair of zip fasteners flew off in either direction like bullets and the overstressed denim of the shorts themselves blowing out at all the seams.

She smirked as she teasingly wiggled her ass back and forth. There had been no panties to worry about blocking the view of her puffy, aroused sex.

"So, big guy, you think you're going to have enough time to fuck me AND get that harness around me before we jump?" she asked without turning.

Kyle kissed her back and murmured, "Oh yeah, we're going to be jumping from way high... we've got fifteen more minutes before we get there..."

His hands worked swiftly and confidently as he wrapped the tandem part of the heavily modified harness around her, checking fixings and buckles with the assurance of long practice. Penny gasped when she felt him tighten the waist strap, his huge cock rising with his hips to fit tightly up against her, the head of the shaft even slipping up inside her.

He reached around to tweak a nipple as she reacted to the gentle penetration, drawing a moan from her before he added, "Mmm, I'll leave tightening that up all the way to last..."

She let out a breathy chuckle at that and stayed spread in her X for his easy access, her powerful body heating further with need – he was stirring her up in exactly the right way today.

"Nearly finished Kyle... do you get off on the idea of fucking me doggy style in a harness? It's a bit tame for an action man like you, but if it's your thing..."

She made to take her hand from the edge of the opening, but his fingers on her arm stopped her, "Wha-" she began.

The door opened. Not like it had opened in the hangar, but like something out of star trek, slamming down the fuselage to leave a wide open void. The wind clawed at Penny and she shrieked in terror as she braced against the yawning portal, feeling the air trying desperately to rip her out of the small aircraft, eyes wide as she realised she'd been so completely as ease she'd forgotten that her side of the plane was dipping as it spiralled ever upwards.

"WOOOOOOO!"

It was Kyle, wild and pumped full of adrenalin, screaming out his delight. She realised her pussy had sucked more than half his cock up into her as she tensed, huge muscles straining against gravity and the flow of air rushing past her massive body.

"DOGGY STYLE WOULD BE A WASTE OF TIME!" Kyle yelled in her ear, over the sound of the wind, as he began pumping into her in earnest.

Her adrenalin was through the roof as she felt the fear recede a little and the thrill take over, her juices flowing quickly now, sprays of musk whisked away from her crotch by the rushing air. She felt how massively aroused every single part of her was now, tingling with it, like her whole body was a sensually sucked fingertip cooling in the afternoon air.

Kyle kissed her back over and over again as he thrust into her, setting up a brutal rhythm of exactly the type that got her off the most. Each thrust, she pushed back, desperately trying to push away from the opening, but with no leverage at all at full stretch; the struggle just turned the fucking harder, nastier and sooo much better.

"KYLE! YOU LITTLE FUCKER!" she roared out into the open sky.

"YEAH! IF YOU THINK THIS IS GOOD, WAIT UNTIL WE FUCK IN FREEFALL!"

She retaliated by clenching her pussy muscles, but that was all she could manage and his groan was brief as a ripple of mounting pleasure made her knees wobble – suddenly she had other issues to address.

"YOU'RE NEVER GETTING ME TO JUMP OUT OF THIS FUCKING PLANE, KYLE!"

"WE'LL SEE!"