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It was a balmy Sunday afternoon when Beatrice Holland opened her front door, a small gasp escaping her when she saw just who was standing on her porch. It was a teenage woman in black leggings and a sports bra, her sweat slicked skin glinting over compact, toned muscles. The visitor brushed a few errant strands of raven hair out of her dark, liquid eyes and a devilish smile blossomed across her face.
"Hey, Ms. Holland," the young woman husked, "you mind if I come in? I could really use something wet...to drink."
A lustful giggle chased the innuendo, and Beatrice couldn't help but flush. Not at the blatant pick up, but at the way the muscles danced along the trim stomach, and even lower, at the massive, quivering bulge that hung between those elegant, sculpted thighs.
It took Beatrice a few moments to tear her gaze away, yet once she had she was determined not to gawk, nor to acknowledge the flush that had ignited in her cheeks...and between her own legs.
"And just what makes you think you'd be welcome, hmm, Jasmine?" she shot back, emerald gaze narrowing at the cocky teen.
"Well, you wouldn't want one of your students dying of thirst now, would you?" the teen replied, stepping forward to lean against the door frame so just inches separated their bodies.
"I believe you mean former student," Beatrice snapped. "You were only two months away from graduating, but you choose to just fuck off instead, didn't you? All those hours of tutoring, all the essays and poems and stories I helped you work one..."
"Well hey," Jasmine interrupted with another giggle, "I didn't just fuck off. I also fucked most of the hot bitches at school, too."
"That's what I'm talking about!" Beatrice yelled back. "You fucked Mrs. Jenkins, the sex ed teacher in front of her fourth period class and streamed it to her husband! You fucked Ms. Noguchi, your guidance counselor, hoarse in the library, you ate out and face fucked the varsity dance team in the cafeteria, and don't even get me started on the women's swim team, tennis team, and volleyball team!"
"Mmm, fuck teach, are you trying to turn me on?" Jasmine husked, trapping her bottom lip between pearlescent teeth, and the astoundingly large rod between her legs beginning to buck and stretch, creeping down her right thigh and making the spandex creak.
"Uh! goddammit, fine, come inside. Just keep that thing in your pants," Beatrice replied, stepping back and waving the teen sex bomb inside. It wasn't a smart choice, she wasn't daft enough to think otherwise, but it was better than subjecting the entire neighborhood to what was about to happen. Because, even though she had failed to mention it, tutoring hadn't been all that she and Jasmine had spent hour upon hour on...
"I thought school rules said leggings weren't pants," Jasmine snickered as she strode inside, making sure to swing her hips just so to jostle and sway the massive cock trapped within its spandex prison, not to mention the cannonballs crammed alongside it.
Beatrice simply gave a scoff, waived Jasmine over to the couch, and went to fetch a glass of water. She also made sure to shut her curtains before she joined Jasmine on the sofa and handed the water over. And she was glad she did, for as soon as Jasmine took the glass she began to guzzle it down, thin stream escaping the seal of her lips to spill down her neck and down onto her imprisoned, C cup breasts.
Beatrice couldn't avert her eyes until the teen was done, countless memories of those same tits jostling her face flaring across her mind.
Finally, the teen gave a contended sigh and set the glass the down, a smug little grin plastering itself onto her face.
"I knew you couldn't resist me," she added, sliding close and leaning in to the dark haired teacher. "It must be because you love to fuck me as much as I love to fuck you," she whispered, her lips brushing Beatrice's ear, casting a shiver down the more developed woman's spine.
"I just love your plump, lush lips, your smooth, polished skin, your ripe, overflowing tits," Jasmine continued, planting a kiss upon the teacher's neck as she wove her sensual blazon. "Your trim, supple stomach, your sopping little puss.
Oh, don't tell me you don't dream of my bitch breaking stretching you wide, making your womb bulge around me..."
A soft moan escaped Beatrice, and she found herself trapped in the teens seductive spell, her breathing beginning to slow, her body become lax and preparing itself for pleasure. Still, she was no weak willed slut. No mewling sex kitten. And she was pissed.
So, drawing in a deep, fortifying breath and holding it within her chest, Beatrice summoned her will, and her ire, turned, and slapped Jasmine flat across the face.
"Don't you dare pretend like nothing happened, Jasmine," she hissed. "You got expelled! Parents are suing the school! Me, and half of the staff, could get fired if they ever found out what happened, our careers ruined!"
"Owwah!" The teen gasped, reeling back, a hand flying to her cheek. "Bea what the hell? It's not like anyone said no!"
"Well sometimes it doesn't matter if they don't say no," the teacher yelled back, the flush of desire melding with the heat of her anger, sending her pulse throbbing through her skin.
"Sometimes you have to think about what would be best for the other person, Jasmine, you can't just stick your humongous fucking cock into everything with a slit because you can! The world doesn't work that way! It doesn't matter if you can make someone cum so hard they fucking pass out, that doesn't mean you should!"
At first, the teen just sat there stunned, one hand on her smarting cheek, but then a similar flush of anger rose in her and she bolted to her feet.
"Oh yeah?!" she threw back, her voice rising. "Well maybe the world is fucked up!
Maybe it can work that way! I have a gift, goddammit! Why can't I use it? What's so wrong about people actually getting fucked like they want to get fucked? Besides!
There's not much else that I'm good at!"
"Now that's patently not true!" Beatrice snapped back. "You're a gifted athlete, and more importantly you're an insightful, sensitive writer! You have a good mind, you just don't choose to use it!"
"Well that's because it's hard for me! It's so fucking hard to concentrate on anything when cock gets hard, and it gets hard all the fucking time! Do you know how difficult it was to keep it in my pants for as long as I did? I was going fucking crazy! And my balls hurt! They would get swollen and throb and they would hurt whenever something touched them. I couldn't walk without wanting to throw up it hurt so bad! So I'm sorry for having a crazy huge dick with stupid, hyper fucking virile balls, but that's what I have," Jasmine ranted, slapping her hands down right on either side of her bulging package.
"I didn't want to get kicked out of school, or have people trying to label me as a sex offender! I just wanted to be me! I didn't want to have to drop out, or keep hiding anymore! So fuck that! Fuck you, and fuck everyone else! When I'm done with you, you won't be able to dream of anything but my cock!"
The teen launched herself at the teacher, pressing her lips against the other woman's sensual, full mouth, the teen's hand steeling between Beatrice's legs and cupping her pussy. The teacher's ardor had cooled during the teen's rant, Beatrice having never realized what Jasmine had been going through, a selfish, womanizer though she was, but the feeling of those soft but ravenous mouth against hers, and that skillful hand palming heat back into her crotch woke her lust back up and ardors flames began to overwhelm her. For minutes, she and Jasmine kissed, their tongues dancing, both trading moans, while all the while that thick fucking slab of pussy destroying meat throbbed fuller and fuller, its heat burning into Beatrice's skin. Memories of ecstasy pounded into her by that monstrous cock engulfed her mind, and she found her anger fading away, though after countless moments she did push Jasmine's mouth off of hers.
"You might be about to fuck me," Beatrice told the teen, "but I'm not going to let you ruin your life. We'll talk about your future later."
"Mmmm...Fuck," Jasmine groaned, feeling the teachers hand wrap around her pulsing cockhead, smearing precum deep into the spandex. "We'll see..."
And with that Jasmine slid down, her hand's grasping the teacher's jeans and pulling them down off her hips, the teen's dexterous fingers having already unfastened them in their maelstrom of kissing. Still, the tight denim fought to cling to Beatrice's full, thick hips and large, shapely ass. Jasmine was persistent, however, and taut muscles jumped in her arms as she gave another tug and ripped the jeans away leaving the teacher's poor pussy only protected by a pair of sodden panties. Jasmine's grin became almost demonic with lust as she leered down at Beatrice's swollen, weeping cunt and with another cascade of rips the teen tore her leggings and the panties away, leaving them both naked from the waist down, Beatrice's shaved gasping twat staring at Jasmines throbbing, vein covered monument to femasculine fuck flesh.
A burst of pre fountained from the colossal cocktip, a thick stream of semi-transparent gunk that splashed across Beatrice's cloth covered tits, drowning her shirt and staining it with Jasmine's musk. Another burst caught her in the face, and splashed into her hair, covering the teacher in more cum than a bukkake from a men's sports team. Jasmine cupped her hand in front of her throbbing cockhead before the third shot could splash the teacher again, and the teen slathered the captured deluge along her length, priming it for the steaming depths of her mentor's cunt, the rest splashing against the sofa and carpet.
So, with her weapon now primed, Jasmine scooted forward until the tip of her glans kissed Beatrice's sobbing pussy, and with another clench of her ass and steel abs the teen launched another blast of thick, hot pre cum deep into the teacher's cunt.
Beatrice could swear she felt that shot hit her cervix, and with an explosive moan she arched her back and waited for that burning spear of ecstasy to thrust into her.
With a growl, Jasmine did just that, plunging the head of her cock into the steaming, gripping tunnel before her. She could feel the teacher's flesh expanding around her cock, her organ's head large enough to make apples self conscious, and as she began to rock her hips Jasmine could feel the other woman's body shift and spread with each forward thrust and grip and draw with each retreat. And Beatrice, Beatrice felt herself opening up to that massive cock, that conquering thickness reshaping her, it's immenseness so vast it stroked every spot inside of her, massaging her nerves with such delicious insistence that she could feel her cunt melting. By the time Jasmine's dick had pushed halfway inside, a length already beyond what any of Beatrice's other lovers had ever possessed, be it cock or dildo, and the teacher began to give full throated moans.
That immense tower of fuck flesh pressed onward, stroking in and out, the teen's thrusts wringing liquid pleasure from Beatrice's cunt, the waves of pleasure mounting and mounting until the teacher began to squeel, eyes rolling back as her pussy exploded, spraying steaming love juices out around the dominating pussy pleaser plugging her cunt.
"Yeah, bitch!" Jasmine cried, laughing as she fucked the other woman into a writhing pile of orgasmic bliss. "Fucking cream on my dick!"
And with that she started to pound Beatrice into the couch cushions, the teen's muscular ass clenching as she drove that tower of pussy melting power relentlessly into Beatrice, fucking her from one orgasm to the next. Cunt juice sprayed, soaking the coach cushions and staining them irrevocably with the smell of hot, wet pussy and pungent, virile dick sauce. Yet, after the fifth squirting orgasm, Beatrice's body having somehow been conditioned by Jasmine's insanity inducing dick to produce a near endless supply of fuck juice, the teen stripped them of the rest of their clothing, their hot, panting breaths caressing each others faces, and then began to fuck her teacher on every surface in the room. Chairs were blasted with femcum, walls were dented with asses and paint chipped from the friction of jostling breasts. The coffee table was shattered by the teen's punishing thrusts and the weight of the teacher's thick, toned ass. Then, finally, the dickgirl began to growl, her whole body tensing as her balls churned, preparing to pump huge ropes thick with sperm, and she dumped Beatrice to the ground.
With a choked cry the teen's cock exploded, swelling thicker and bucking under the pressure of each massive gout of thick, steaming ball batter. Cum rained down on the teacher, splashing her with ropes so large they covered her from head to toe and still splattered the television behind her, making it rock with the force of Jasmine's cum blasts. Fearing that she might knock the device down, she grasped her dick with both hands, it's length so swollen and thick her thumb and fingers never met, and forced her cock down, the muscles in her shoulders and arms tensing into high relief as she wrestled the bucking monster into position to blast the teacher into oblivion. Shot after shot of thick cock snot piled upon the fucked out woman, submerging her face in a sea of swirling, off color white. By the time the teen was done, it looked as though someone had dumped a bathtub of cum onto her, and solid chunks of sperm wriggled their way through the mess.
Panting, her skin flushing red, pupils dilated from the nuclear explosion of endorphins that had just gone off inside her head, Jasmine started to chuckle.
"I've been saving up teach. Call it my lesson prep, 'cause now you're gonna learn what it feels like to crave sex as much as I do..."
And with that, the teen hoisted the woman up and began to fuck her again...
Monday came and went. Jasmine fucked her. She ass fucked her while Beatrice made her food, face fucked her and bloated her belly while Jasmine ate the teacher's cooking. She pumped her relentlessly through a Netflix binge, and again through a work out with Beatrice as the weight.
Then came Tuesday. They never left the bed. Beatrice forgot how uncomfortable it felt to be slathered in cum, and had taken to drinking gallons of water to keep hydrated from how much cum the teen pounded out of her. Her mattress would never be the same. She would have to trash it, it was so soaked, the springs beginning to creak dangerously, as though they might break at any moment. And her wardrobe wasn't spared.
By Wednesday, every piece of clothing she had was either used as a rag to clean cum and pussy juice off Jasmine's cock, or torn away in frenzied sexual roleplay.
By Thursday, she was fired, and they had ruined the guest bedroom and moved back to the living room to finish destroying the couch. Now they were fucking on the carpet, Jasmine bouncing Beatrice relentlessly on her cock, forcing rivers of cum from her abused cunt until she passed out.
On Friday, Beatrice frigged herself fitfully and slept, dreaming of Jasmine's ungodly cock. The teen having disappeared...
On Saturday, Jasmine returned with the dance team captain and the art teacher in tow. She fucked them all around Beatrice's house, and refused to mount the woman, who had begun to beg for her cock.
On Sunday, Beatrice had returned to herself again, more or less, though her cunt constantly dripped now, and she had to orgasm every four hours or so to think clearly. But, when she was thinking clearly, anger at what had been done to her was prime on her mind. She and Jasmine fought and screamed some more, but finally Jasmine managed to calm her down. In the time before she'd come to visit Beatrice, she'd gone and gotten her GED. She'd also gotten a year long lease on an apartment near the State University, and it was there that Jasmine suggested they both live.
Beatrice could write full time, as she'd always dreamed of doing, and Jasmine...Jasmine would launch her career as the Empress of porn, video's of the teen's conquests funding them for the rest of their lives...
To be continued...
Story 2: Tags: Futadom, Futa/Fem, Reluctance, Excessive cum, excessive size, hardcore, mild violence, mild horror (of the existential variety).
Spoiler for Mentoring a teen futa, part 2: Show
Beatrice found herself slipping from a dreamless, refreshing slumber, drawn by the distant sounds of feminine cries filling the air like a hymn to sexual exaltation.
She gave a soft groan as she came fully awake, one hand brushing cum stained locks of hair from her face, the other hand stealing between her thighs to massage her freshly glistening pussy. Her sex was sore from sating Jasmine's ungodly appetite and her titan of a cock, but another, far more pleasurable ache lurked deeper within her, and each stroke and rub of her sopping kitty helped relieve it. The orchestra of sex continued to waft in from outside, urging her self carresses onward, and as her strokes gained intensity she found her mind drifting back along the current of sex to her memories of last Sunday, when she had Jasmine had each renewed a promise to the other...
It was on Sunday evening when the two had finally reconnected again. It was inevitable that they would, for Jasmine refused to leave her house, and Beatrice couldn't leave. Her clothing had all been ruined, her car keys were lost somewhere amidst a pile of cum, and her cell phone had been destroyed by the sexual athletics that had resulted in Jasmine pounding her coffee table into scrapwood with Beatrice's own bliss infused body. And, after almost an entire week of constant orgasmic nirvana and exhaustion, Beatrice's body had been changed. Her clit had swelled slightly bigger, her pussy lips were more full. Her arousal was entirely apparent, and silver streams of lust coursed down her yoga and pilates trained thighs intermittently throughout the day. So shame trapped her inside, just as much as her rage stopped her from giving in to the demands of her crotch whenever Jasmine walked by. That selfish little bitch! How dare she do this to her? Jasmine had ruined her life, and all out of her petty sense of entitlement...
Such thoughts crowded out her daydreams of steaming hot sex, and it wasn't until the sun began to set that she noticed her abstinence had set her body aflame, her entire breasts feeling pert and erect with arousal, and her crotch had become a furnace that constantly pumped out heat. She'd driven Jasmine off somewhere in the house after their last batch of shouting, Beatrice raining grievances and insults down upon the teen, and Jasmine trying to just yell over her so that Beatrice would finally listen. Except the former teacher didn't care about what she had to say, so it wasn't until their throats had began to get hoarse from angry shouting that the teen retreated. Where, Beatrice couldn't say, but she hadn't heard a peep from her in hours, and so, hoping that perhaps she was finally alone, she gave in to her lust and began to feverishly masturbate.
And wasn't it just her luck that, just as she felt her first orgasm begin to crest that that infernal sex demon poke her head into the room. Both of her heads.
Jasmine's monstrous, purple cocktip was huge and throbbing, so full of blood that it bucked and vomited gouts of cloudy precum with each beat of her heart. The potent smell of the teen's virulence hit Beatrice in a wave, the stench so powerful her head recoiled back, her pupil's dilating, her pushing gushing in micro-orgasm from the Pavlovian reaction that had been drilled into her. It was that, and the redness of the teen's eyes that stopped Beatrice from throwing something at Jasmine to chase her out. Even through the feverish fuck haze that had settled over her, the more mature woman recognized that Jasmine had been crying.
"Teach...why don't you let me help you with that?" Jasmine softly asked, her eyes glued to Beatrice's throbbing, sopping cunt. The futa's nostrils flared, no doubt the ripe, heady scent of pussy overpowering her just as much as her own fragrance had struck Beatrice.
"Maybe it's because, Jasmine," the still masturbating woman snarled, glaring at the dickgirl, "even after you fucked me through a week of my life, and destroyed my career, you don't even have the decency call me by my name."
The teen winced, almost withdrawing from the room, her eyes flicking between the fromer teacher's furious eyes and her drooling puss. The sight of that plush, needy cunny, and the sweating, naked body attacked to it sent another burst of pre-cum spasming from her cock, and as the cloudy rope of pre flew across the room to splatter upon the wall, an idea sprang into Jasmine's mind.
"Bea, look. Neither of us has barely cum all day. We're both ready to explode.
Just...let me help..."
"You mean use me to fucking mastrubate with?" the other woman snapped, even as her eyes landed upon that powerfully throbbing cock.
The teen scowled, a surge of hurt inspiring inspiring another a ressurgence of her own entitle anger, and the teen took two strides into the room, revealing her young, firm body in all of its glory. She grasped her cock with one hand, the other resting on the lush swell of her hips, and began to long stroke her cock, fingers digging into the thick cumvein to massage another surge of virulent spend from her massive, churning ballsack. Her muscles tensed into stark, sculpted releif beneath her flawless teenage skin and the strongest burst of precum yet arced out of her cock to splatter Beatrice's stomach and tits, dousing her in the dickgirl's potent, sexual perfume.
Beatrice writhed, feeling that slick, warm liquid dousing her skin, the scent forcing its way to her brain, the sight of Jasmine's beautiful, unearthly body penetrating her reservations and smothering her in the grip of a unparralled orgasm. It was though every second of denied pleasure awoke in her and set her nerves alight, her body spasming, hand trapped beneath taut, quaking thighs as pussy juice exploded from her, spraying the room in arcing jets and leaving Beatrice shivering and moaning in post orgasmic pleasure.
Jasmine took the oppurtunity to stride forward, her hands parting the woman's thighs so she could kneel down, the throbbing, veined pillar of fuckmuscle slapping down onto Beatrice's cunt, sending another spasm through her. The teen began to rock her hips, thrusting across that sopping, burning twat, her own veined length stroking delicious shivers into the former teacher's spine.
"You need this, Bea," the teen husked, "you need to feel me inside you. You know how good it feels, you know you need to feel it, at least one last time..."
Shaking, wracked by spasms of mind numbing pleasure, the dark haired woman gave a sob and nodded, her barriers having been broken down. No matter what else she thought of Jasmine, no matter how much anger and hate boiled inside her, she needed to feel that cock. Needed it, in this moment, and she would deal with the rest later...
So Jasmine drew her hips back, her taut, full ass rising as she positioned that massive, ungodly length at the entrance of the woman's cunt, and with a mighty thrust she speared her cock deep inside, her powerful ass clenching as she drove her hips forward, sending her slithering cockhead to the very back of that weeping twat. She began to stroke in and out, sliding through that inflamed pussy, veins massaging pleasure into the sretched walls of her vagina, wringing steaming love juices out to spill around the union of their sexes, baptising the teen's balls in Bea's liquid pleasure.
The woman ground, her head falling back, eyes rolling back to flickering whites as her cunt spasmed and released another gush of hot, clear fem juices, splashing their thighs and stomachs as that powerful, thick cock kept pumping, drilling the cum right out of her. And, once the teacher had come down from that plateau of pleasure, the teen leaned forward onto Beatrice, bracing herself atop her elbows so that she could cup her flushed cheeks and their panting breaths could mingle just as their bodies did. She continued to rock her hips, her sculpted ass thrusting that beastly, bitch taming shaft into the other woman, over and over again, yet she bestowed soft kisses onto those fluttering eyelids and upon those soft, lush lips.
"I...h-hate...you," Beatrice gasped before her world tumbled through a nova of burning pleasure, the thrusting shaft pounding soul searing extasy through her mind. Her body had come to crave it. That ungodly, orgasm inducing cock thrusting through her continually remade her, continually obliterated her with mind wiping pleasure, with vacuous bliss, and even as her pussy streamed and gushed steaming juices, and her body writhed in sweaty pleasure, a part of her felt scared and hurt by what was happening. She didn't want to be a teenagers cocksleeve. She was so much more than that, she had so much more to offer, yet with each moment of brief, numbing bliss she felt as though her body was betraying her to a self-death. For nothing but searing pleasure thrived in the orgasms forced out by Jasmine's pussy hammer.
But, even as the teacher once more tumbled down from the heights of burning, sexual heaven, she realized that the sniffling and the warm droplets splashing down upon her cheeks were coming from the eternally thrusting beast on top of her.
"No, no, no," Jasmine whined, her thumbs stroking her tears off of Beatrice's cheeks. "No, Bea, I love you. I just wanted you to understand me. I wanted you to know what I feel..."
"Then...why...destroy me...with your cock," the teacher gasped back, the flexing, muscular form, and that driving, monstrous cock sliding through the deepest parts of her body threatening to send her over the edge of another burning orgasm.
"Because you can't understand sex through words," Jasmine replied, "you have to feel it. You have to feel the other person's body, you have to feel the nuclear orgasms, and the burning hot jizz. I had to teach you what I go through, Bea.
Otherwise how could we be together?"
The other woman squealed, another gush of steaming cunt juices splashing their thighs, and Jasmine slowed her rocking hips so the other woman could respond.
"This...isn't together," she finally managed to gasp back, swooning in the teen's arms. "Together is conversation. Together is two minds, two people sharing life..."
"But this is my life," Jasmine protested, "or at least the biggest part of it. And how is this not conversation? We're talking right? With our mouths and our bodies.
And I need that. And I need more. You're the only person that I've felt cared about me. You're not just a hot fuck, Bea, you're my heart. I can't go through life just smashing pussy. I need someone to be with, even while I smash other pussies..."
The ridiculousness of what the teen said made Beatrice want to roll her eyes, and not from being fucked stupid, this time, but instead she just gasped her next question before pleasure overtook her again.
"What about...family?"
That caused Jasmine to growl, and her next thrusts came harder.
"Fuck my family! All they care about is God, and Jesus. My own mom says I'm the spawn of Satan, and she encouraged dad to beat the sin out of me."
Beatrice's arms rose to wrap around the flexing, muscled back of the woman abover her, and her eyes opened to gaze blearily at Jasmine's intense, dark eyes.
"I...never knew..."
"They were smart. Hit me where the clothes would cover it. That's why I moved out as soon as I could. That's why I tried to play as many sports as I could. And why I always tried to talk with you after school. It meant I didn't have to go home,"
Jazmine explained, transitioning into longer, more fervent thrusts.
"Fuck...teach...Bea, I'm sorry. You always made me feel safe. You liked me even before I started giving everyone my giant, pussy bursting, womb filling, seizure inducing cock."
And with that the teen came, the massive, throbbing balls that had been slapping against Beatrice's ass suddenly tensing, and pulling tight in their sack, pumping huge gouts of cum through Jasmine's body and blasting straight into the other woman's cunt. Each throb of those massive, warm spheres sent a jet of high pressured, burning ball butter through her massive fuck stick, the virile cum splashing the back of her womb so strongly that it put the gouts of pre-cum to utter shame. Beatrice could feel her womb bloating, her stomach rising to press against the teen's stell abs, but before her mind could boggle at the impossibility of the teen's unbelievable sexual potency, another orgasm overtook her, smashing through her mind and sending gushes of femcum squirting from her cunt, forcing a a deluge of fuck cocktail spilling onto the ground. Each pump of the teen's might cock, each burst of semen cut with steaming femcum splashed out in ever increasing volume, bathing both their bodies, and creating an every expanding lake of love juices around them. The smell became horrific, making their noses twitch, the flood of their ejaculate staining the room so thoroughly that an unaware guest would spontaneously orgam just as soon as they walked into the room. It was so satureated in mutated pheromones that even after that titanic release, both women felt a new surge of arousal spike through them.
"Bea...god, I fucked you so full I can't feel your pussy around my cock," Jasmine observed, a silly grin spreading across her face.
"You're...ooooh, you're amazing Jasmine," the Beatrice admitted, luxuriating in the warm glow of post-orgamic bliss, and the invorgating throb of fresh lust. And, more importantly than that, she felt more at peace. She felt that she understood the girl who's monstrous, pussy reshaping cock in her better, and her anxiety had faded. For, though Jasmine could empty her sense of self with the power of the orgasms she induced, that emptiness was not permanent, and Bea felt that she knew herself better once her selfhood was restored, as though that release of self to sensation seared away her flaws and reinforced exactly what it was about her that made her, her.
"But you're also an asshole," she added, her hands drifting down to her bloated belly.
The teen's eyes went wide.
"Your ass! Bea, let me fuck your ass! I'm still so fucking hard!"
"On one condition," the older brunette replied, "you have to stop fucking me all day and let me finish your education."
"I already did," Jasmine said, pulling her throbbing cock from the former teacher's well fucked hole. She took a moment to lovingly carress her appendage, dotingly stroking the purple, drooling glans before she leaned over and flipped Bea onto her hands and knees.
"I got my GED after I got expelled," she promised, pressing her cockhead against Beatrice's quivering rosebud. "I didn't even fuck the exam proctor into giving it to me, either. I did it on my own. Well...I mean, I guess unless you count the valedictorian slobbering on my cock while I studied as help," she giggled, squeezing fresh jets of precum into her lover's ass.
"Goddamn it, Jasmine, who haven't you fucked?"
"Well, see, I actually wrote up a list. Your neighbors are at the top."
"The Dempsey twins?"
"And their lesbian moms," the teen gleefully confirmed...
To be continued...
Story 3: Tags: Futadom, Futa/Fem, Excessive cum, excessive size, hardcore, incest, lesbian.
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...the memory of Sunday faded as a surge of sudden, spreading warmth washed over Beatrice, the heat pooling out from her vagina, swelling through her stomach, arcing up through her breasts into her aching, sensitive nipples, and then sizzling out over her entire body to come pouring from her skin as she came. Every muscle in her pussy tensed as she came, clenching as a lightning bolt of pleasure struck her, great sprays of pungent, searing cum spraying from her vagina. Her hips bucked and her abs tensed beneath her skin as her pussy continued to spray, voluminous splashes soaking her sheets so thoroughly that pussy juices puddled atop them, basting her thighs in sensual female honey.
She came down from the orgasm panting and moaning still, writhing as the energy of that climax still raced through her, setting her body alight with energy, charging her mind and muscles with a vigor that she'd never felt before. A wicked grin broke out across her face, and she rolled out of bed, stumbling only slightly as a latent aftershock of orgasm sparked through her. She took a moment to breath in the the smell of the new day, already full of her own perfume, and then strode to the shower feeling very much a new woman. Yes, her life was much different than it had been weeks before, and her outlook was brighter than it had been last Sunday. For, in the days past, she'd had plenty of time to reflect upon both her new lover, and her new life. Her ire at Jasmine had faded, replaced with understanding of a young woman who had suddenly realized that what had once brought her pain was actually the most potent of gifts, and she was stumbling as she learned to wield it. The teen, for all of her ungodly sexual prowess, was still learning about her body, and other's bodies, and she was just coming into her own, and into the world from a sheltered, abusive home. So it wasn't surprising that she'd acted out of anger when she felt rejection coming from her greatest sort of comfort, and, though Beatrice would re-write the course of those events if she could, she no longer held it against her student.
For, though she was no longer a professional teacher, she was an educator, and dear Jasmine still had much to learn. In fact, it was that revelation that had helped the twenty seven year old Beatrice find peace, for though she'd originally set out to change hundreds or thousands of young lives in the classroom, the job had been more grating and demanding than she'd at first realized. Faced with restricting curriculum, the nagging of idiotic, uneducated parents, and hormonal, callous youth, her dreams of sharing enlightenment with young minds had been battered by her short time in the classroom. That had been part of what had drawn her to Jasmine in the first place, that teen beauty who had first come to her wearing baggy clothing and a little silver cross, an imploring smile on her face as she'd asked for tutoring after class hours. At last, there had been a student who wanted to learn, and who had beautiful talents, even if her mind had perpetually wandered away from the subjects at hand and her eyes had wandered towards Beatrice's breasts.
That was also why the teacher had first been so outraged when her young protege, and sometime lover, started fucking her way through the school, turning her final months into a cum splattered marathon of flailing limbs, sensual moans, and lathered pussies. But Beatrice understood why that had happened now, and she realized that Jasmine was someone that would have an effect upon countless people's lives. With the technology at hand, and the tradition of pornography rampant across the globe, a goddess of sex such as her could simply not be contained. But, with Beatrice's guidance and influence, perhaps something good could come from it. And, given how wonderful she felt even after being subjected to the teen's worst moments of lust, she suspected that there was something wonderful waiting beyond the horizon.
So, with these thoughts in mind, her commitment to continuing to mentor the teen futa set, the beautiful teacher took a luxurious shower, taking care to wash herself fully of cum, and after another invigorating orgasm she set out to find just what the teen was up to. Well, she knew what Jasmine was up to, the constant stream of moans, squeals, and screams about how her cock was fucking them so good made that sort of obvious. Still, Beatrice was curious just who exactly it was that the teen was so thoroughly fucking. Not that she didn't have her suspicions...
The teacher strode into her backyard, basking momentarily in the feel of the sun upon her supple, naked flesh, and luxuriating in the sensation of fresh streams of steaming, silver lust running down her thighs as she caught the scent of the teen upon the wind. A ladder had been placed against her back fence, confirming just who it was that Jasmine had managed to seduce into orgasmic insanity. The first people on her silly little list: the Dempseys. Shaking her head, the beautiful brunette climbed the ladder and then carefully dropped down onto the other side, landing right next to the Dempseys' pool and giving her a hot view of the action.
Across the water, Jasmine stood like a shining bronze goddess, sculpted, supple muscles dancing beneath her skin as she thrusted her glistening, pulsing tower into the tremendously stretched, sopping snatch of Mrs. Kara Dempsey, all while her beautiful auburn haired daughter, Alexandra lathered and polished Jasmine's swinging, throbbing jewels, worshiping them with her mouth until they shone in the sun. In fact, Beatrice was fairly sure that Jasmine's balls were larger than she'd ever before seen them, jostling and swollen with trillions of swarming sperm freshly coaxed into existence by the red haired teens moaning, slobbering mouth.
The redhead moaned and and she sucked and licked those orbs, one hand tweaking a pert nipple while her other hand was buried between her legs, fervently jilling herself through squirting orgasms as those churning balls throbbed and vibrated with sexual might against her lips. Even this far away, Beatrice felt her breath catch at the sight of Jasmine's thrusting, glistening rod as it pumped in and out, the massive shaft driving with such ease into the writhing, orgasmic body beneath her that Beatrice imagine the cock as Jasmine's scepter, claiming dominion over her subjects even as she blessed them with her favor.
Waterfalls of cuntjuices sprayed from Kara's pussy as Jasmine thrusted, the teen's flexing ass drilling gush after gush of sloppy liquid from her conquest's cunt, the sprays intermixed with cloudy globs of precum, the slimey mixture splashing Jasmine's thighs and crotch, and the lover worshiping her balls, in glistening cascades of fuck cocktail. And, behind them and off to the right, expertly framed by the athletic, fucking threesome, were the other Dempseys. Alexis, the other auburn twin, was splayed out atop Joan, the other Mrs. Dempsey, head pillowed upon her mother's breasts as she shivered and quaked through what appeared to be perpetual orgasm. Tears of pleasure spilled from her eyes, her skin flushed, her pussy pulsing and inflamed as weak jets of femcum squirted from her plump, well used cunt. Behind her, Alexis' mother stroked her hair and muttered presumably soothing things into her daughter's ear as she watched her wife get the fucking of her life. Given the creamy flood that sat beneath the lounge chair, and the rhythmic slurps and drips of thick, potent cum coming from the direction of Joan Dempsey's crotch, the woman had already received an unearthly fucking, and was probably content to ride out her post-orgasmic fuck haze with her daughter in her arms and the sight of the love of her life getting plowed into pussy melting nirvana.
Beatrice couldn't help cupping her own breasts and tweaking her nipples as she watched the hyper sensual show, and the with a leisurely stride she prowled over to the last participant in the afternoons sexcapades. Kneeling by the threesome above a puddle of her own juices was a slim, Gothic beauty in jeans and a corset, her exquisitely grayscale tattooed arms shining with sunscreen as she filmed the tremendous display of sexuality and pussy pounding perversion. It was the Choir teacher's daughter, Charlotte, who last Beatrice had heard, was slumming with her mother after graduating with a double major in film and music from the local university. The expression on the pale, raven haired beauties face was scrunched up in an expression of intense concentration and rapture, her chest heaving steadily as she kept her lust pinned in a submission hold by her will, even as her cunt liquefied and came just from the spectacle alone. Yet, given how little the lithe young woman's shook, Beatrice was sure the shots must be exquisite given the circumstances.
Yet, before she could distract the camerawoman, Jasmine stepped back, her mammoth balls knocking their worshiper to the ground as they crashed against her face. The teen dickgirl growled and spun around, her mighty rod of breading meat pulsing angrily in the sun under its shining coat of pussy juices and thick pre-cum. Her hips bucked, seemingly of their own accord, as though that massive tower of veined cock was in denial that it had nothing to fuck, and it bulged larger, the massive cockhead flaring, but with a grunt Jasmine's body tensed, every muscle in body tensing into stark relief, from the beautifully sculpted thigh, to the steel cut abs, to the corded arms and shoulders, the futa's pert breasts jiggling as she shook with the force of her constrained orgasm.
"Ooooh, fuuucckkk!" Jasmine howled, posing for the camera's benefit. "I'm gonna fucking drown you Dempsey bitches, but first there's one last little pussy that has to marinate by cock before I baptize you in my seed!"
Alexandra, whose nose had been pressed into the dickgirls massive, throbbing, femcum bathed ballsack, inhaling the scent of her unfathomably potent cum all afternoon, feeling those jizzfactories churning fresh loads right against her face began to orgasm on the spot. But Jasmine didn't care, she hoisted the violently cumming femme up and sat her on her cock, pumping her hips and thigh fucking her as her pussy sprayed steaming geysers of pussy juice along the massive, thrusting cock. Then, as soon as Alexandra finished cumming Jasmine lifted her up with such ease that Beatrice was reminded of the tremendous power hidden even in that compact, sculpted frame, and sat her throbbing cockhead against the other eighteen year old's weeping slit, the purple, throbbing head blasting precum into her cunt, and then pressed down even as she thrusted her hips up. That massive, pussy taming dick plowed upward, bulging the redhead's flat stomach with its virulent shape, and then Jasmine began to really lay into her, her unusually bloated cock fucking the other girl into a sea of endless orgasms, her cunt exploding for minutes on end with explosions of glistening femcum, sending rivers of female honey down Jasmine's powerful thighs.
On and on they fucked, that powerful, pulsing tower of lust drilling into that melting pussy until Alexandra began to swoon, her eyes rolling back, drool falling from her mouth, and then Jasmine turned and dumped her onto of her still panting mothering. Jasmine grasped her dick and began to stroke, hands flying over the slick length until, finally, the glans swelled, her cumslit opening impossible wide until an explosion of thick, gooey cum rocketed from her cock, splashing the half comatose, fucked out Dempesys. Her balls clenched and jumped, flexing rhythmically in her sack, pumping out blasts of cum. Thick ropes of cum blasted their bodies, hitting with such force that tits bounced and danced under the ballbatter's onslaught, assholes were penetrated by high pressure nut, and faces were masked in of white deluges of writhing seed. Over and over Jasmine's cock bucked, spraying fat ropes of thick, chunky cum, the jizz piling up until they seemed like one organism of supremely fucked, orgasm wracked female flesh. A pile of gushing pussy's, cum slathered tits, beautifully blasted faces, sperm saturated hair, and dripping, writhing limbs.
Charlotte turned the camera when she saw Beatrice walk into the frame, the smoking hot brunette coming up behind Jasmine and wrapping her delicate hands around the still hard monster jutting from the teens crotch. Beatrice's hands began to leisurely stroke and massage the slime covered length, and she smiled and winked at the camera before Charlotte's restraint collapsed and she fell back, the camera cradled against her chest as her cunt exploded inside her jeans.
"That's...a wrap," Jasmine gasped, swooning back against Bea, her hands coming up to cup and squeeze her own teenage breasts.
"Good," Beatrice replied, kissing Jasmine on the cheek. "We'll want to sell that video quickly. I think your prodigious cum cannon here has saturated my floors in so much spunk the wood is beginning to rot..."
To be continued...
Tags: futadom, futa/fem, excessive size, excessive cum, lesbian, incest, blowjob, inflation...
Spoiler for Mentoring a teen futa, part 4: Show
The day after the utter defiling of the Dempsey household dawned, the kiss of the sun's rays finding the thoroughly well fucked bodies of the Dempsey women still slathered in a seething blanket of Jasmine's jizz. The viscous, virile spunk was still warm, still churning against the ripe female flesh, it's scent sinking into their pores and penetrating their nostrils, wrapping their still drowsing minds in a thick, sensuous fuck haze as the slithering, balmy caress of Jasmine's rich, liquid pleasure eased the aches in their fucked out bodies as they cuddled together. The thick, roiling spunk glinted and sparkled in the sun, a churning mass of shifting white that revealed the rounded, glazed tip of breast here, the supple stretch of feminine thigh there, the taut, rolling swell of a plush ass elsewhere, and it never stayed still. It swarmed over their sensual bodies, saturating their cells, penetrating into their very DNA, revitalizing and blessing their bodies with beauty and health beneath the rapturous glow of the sun. Sweet, sensual dreams rolled through their minds all the while, until sleep eventually retreated like the tide.
It was mid-afternoon when they awoke, Alexandra and Alexis snuggled against one another under the now drying spunk, beatific smiles blooming onto their faces as they beheld the beautiful, cum glazed visage of the other. Green eyes sparked like gems beneath their lashes, and the shared a passionate, loving kiss, their tongues dancing between slobbering lips. The taste of Jasmine's essence filled their mouths, and they shared moans and panting breaths as the memory of the teen futa's epic cumshots surged into their minds.
The bronzed, athletic cock goddess had stood over them after her first family drowning orgasm, her tremendous rod twitching and bucking in echo of its body slathering, cum drenching load, all while a pair of elegant, slender hands slowly massaging and teased that massive length of virulent girlcock. Jasmine's own hands had stolen to her breasts, massaging the tender sensitive flesh, her fingers tweaking her taut, aching nipples as the gorgeous woman behind her loving massaged her swollen cock. The twins had recognized the face of their language arts teacher, Mrs. Holland, beaming the most sensual smile down at them over Jasmine's shoulder as she stroked and stimulated the teens awe-inspiring, pussy conquering rod.
"Do you see that, Jasmine?" Beatrice asked, her lips brushing the teen's ear, her hands beginning to stroke and twist faster, insistently kneading and caressing the burning tower of fuckmeat.
"Do you see what your big, strong, teenage cock can do? Look at their faces, Jasmine. Look at their bodies. Does it make you hard seeing them like that?"
"Yeah...yeah," the teen husked back, her pert, full breasts heaving, her sparkling onyx eyes glazed, her hips thrusting reflexively in time with Beatrice's sensual strokes, the teacher's fingers grazing her cockhead on each upstroke, fingers digging into her cumvein, warm palms pressing down onto her burning, vein stretched skin, squeezing and massaging every nerve along her tremendous, pre-cum spewing cock.
"Do you like how fucking potent you are? Do you get off on seeing them swimming in you cum? Drenched in you seed? Do you love knowing that their pussies will never be same?" Beatrice teased, her warm breath caressing the teen's neck, tongue flicking out to lick along her jaw. The teen just moaned in response, her cock swelling bigger, the head bloating, the cumslit gushing gouts of heady liquid as those hands continued to coax mind searing pleasure from her flesh.
"Look to your left, Jasmine," the teacher suggested, hands firmly holding the teen's cock, and hips in place, the pulsing, seeping fuckspire still aimed at the cum splattered, fucked out bodies of the Dempsey family.
"Look at what just the sight of your sultry, smoldering hot body can do," Beatrice prompted, nudging the teen's head towards the prone, violently squirting form of Charlotte. The goth's hips bucked and quaked off the ground, jerking towards the sky, her jeans so saturated with her own cum that fountains of pussy juice blasted clear through the material, splashing in steaming, glistening puddles in the sun.
Desperately, Charlotte clutched the camera to her heaving chest, her corseted cleavage cushioning the machine as her hips shook, her pussy exploded, and her eyes rolled in indescribable bliss.
Beatrice's hands flew along the length of the Jasmine's ungodly, cumslicked cock, blurring over the teenage fuckmeat as she felt the firm, toned body in front of her tense, the constant manipulation of her sensitive cock and breasts and the sight of her own unbelievable sexual might spurring Jasmine into another ungodly orgasm, her cock jumping between Bea's hands, ready to unload again upon her thoroughly drenched lovers.
Alexis, who's over-pleasured body had finally calmed, her orgasm wracked pussing finally draining dry after what felt like hours of spasming, squirting eruptions, found her bliss glazed eyes focusing just in time to see that amazing cock pointing right at her, pulsing larger and larger, the flesh turning an angry, searing red as the cumvein bulged and the cumslit practically dilated to the fromer width of Alexis' previously tight cunt before another surge of thick, burning nut coursed out of it, the spewing load so viscous that Alexis could see it ripple as it battered it's way through the air, the strength Jasmine's clenching balls so profound that gravity and wind resistance were nothing before the teen's pleasure soaked lust. And then the spray of cum splashed onto her, shaking her tits, washing her flesh in searing spunk, submerging her beneath heavy, steaming cum that blocked the light and ran into her nose, her mouth, and even her ears, her world being lost amidst a storm of the futa's sheer, sexual power. Minutes stretched by, and finally, the battering of spunk stopped raining down upon her, yet, even half suspended in sperm, Alexis' cum plugged ears faintly made out the sound of feminine, lust soaked keening before yet another deluge of heady, pussy melting cum rained down upon her, and she catapulted back into a string of cresting orgasms as Jasmine's cum blaster her, layering her in virulent cum again, and again, and again...
Beatrice's hands must have rung the teen through mutliple orgasms she realized, now, just as her sister's own fingers stroked her pussy to a breath catching, limb squirming orgasm. And, as the pulses of pleasure washed through her, the red headed teen realized that her former teacher had been right: their pussies never would be the same again. They were more sensitive, their orgasms built far faster and far more easily, and their climaxes washed over them in powerful waves that left them energized even after toe curling, eye rolling, spasming eruptions of femcum. And their bodies, their bodes felt better than ever before. More supple, and stronger than they had been. Alexis knew it to be true as she slithered down to press her plump lips against her sister's engorged cunt, her tongue working Alexandra's pussy into a fine lather as she lapped away, and melting her siblings body in squirting pleasure as she began to lick and suckle harder. And, all the while Alexis' ears heard the answering moans and cries of pleasure from where her mothers had also awoken to generously masturbate teach other so that they would greet the day with simultaneous, gushing orgasms. A bliss filled day, Alexis realized, her grin covered in female juices as she slid back up her sister's body to give her a kiss.
It would be a bliss filled day, and a bliss filled week as she and the rest of her family discovered all the pleasures to be found int their transformed bodies, and the new relationship that had been forged between them...
Meanwhile, across the backyard fence, Beatrice had awoken splayed atop Charlotte, who had turned out to be the most selfless lover that she had ever known, and with Jasmine's lightly snoring form spooning against her back. The teen's cock was hard, the massive pulsing length massaging her spine with its every sultry throb, the futa's throbbing, virulent balls vibrating against her plush ash, and though those sensations did awaken a lust within her, Bea's stomach had a different desire it wanted to satiate, with something other than cum, and so she slipped from the surprisingly sex free sheets and padded down to the kitchen to cook them all breakfast. A very, very large breakfast, for fucking for hours on end burned quite a bit of calories, and on top of that Jasmine and her unearthly, bountiful body was still growing, and like every teen she seemed to eat more than she possibly should.
So a feast had been prepared by the time Jasmine flounced down the stairs in fuzzy pajamas, the top stretched across her firm, plentiful breasts, its hem riding up just enough to flash the delicious lines of her expertly trained stomach and firm, cut abs. She found Bea sitting with her back to the doorway, sipping upon coffee as she read the paper, her free hand languorously masturbating the weeping pussy between her sensual, brazenly splayed thighs. A spark of warmth shot through Jasmine, breath catching her shirt straining chest before she dashed forward, arms wrapping around Bea and giving her a loving kiss on the cheek.
"Good morning to you, too," Bea chuckled, turning into her affectionate lovers kiss, her hand trailing up to cup Jasmine's cheek, absently smearing her pussy juices onto the teen's beautiful face.
In response, Jasmine turned her own head, wrapping plush lips lovingly around Bea's elegant, dripping fingers and lazily slurped away the taste of the other woman's sex before giving her another kiss on the lips and then bounding away with a giggle.
"Oh my god, Bea, there's so much food!" she squealed happily, turning to shoot an infectious, lovestruck smile at her former teacher. "There's enough for seconds!
And thirds!" she gushed, loading a plate with a mountain of eggs, hashbrowns, sausage, and fruit. "There might even be enough for you," she teased, hurrying back to the table so she could dig in.
"What about Charlotte?" Beatrice shot back, an amused quirk entering her lips.
"Oh, well, I sort of just gave her her breakfast," Jasmine snickered, beginning to shovel food into her mouth.
And, as if summoned by her name, the freshly showered goth walked into the room, her pixie cut still damp. What was more startling though, was the clean white tanktop and the waistband of her pajama pants stretched around her hugely bulging, sperm packed tummy. Her hands cradled her stomach's cum bloated form, as though in parody of pregnancy, and with short little steps she staggered over to a chair and sank into it with a sigh.
"I don't think I'll have to eat for a week," she groaned, hands idly stroking her stomach. "Christ, Jasmine, I can almost feel your spunk swimming around in there.
Talk about a food baby."
The other two women began to laugh, but then a funny look crossed Charlotte's face, and with a quick intake of breath she gave a huge sneeze, a splatter of pudding like, white spunk rocketing out of her nose, splashing onto the table and dripping down her lips. Her cute little nose scrunched up in distaste, even as a furious blush filled her cheeks, and Jasmine and Bea began cracking up in earnest, causing the college grad to scowl further behind her flush, all while still stroking her ball bloated tummy.
"It's not like I could tell it was still in there," she groused, "this whole house smells like the inside of Jasmine's testicles."
"We could probably turn it into a Bed and Breakfast for couples with marital troubles after this," Beatrice chuckled. "One wiff of the bedrooms and they'd be tearing their clothes off in lusty confusion."
"Or we could just bottle her dicksnot and sell to strippers to help get their client's hard," Charlotte griped, using her tanktop to rub the spunk off her face.
"Hey, I'm sorry if what I'm packing is too much after sucking little frat boys baby clits," Jasmine shot back, her shoulders hunching defensively even her smolder, dark eyes glared at the tattooed, cum swollen goth. "At least your little cunt sure seemed to as it gushed onto the floor."
"Hey, now, cut that out," Beatrice commanded, her voice snapping with so much educational authority that Jasmine hunched even lower in her chair, as though she could hide behind a classmate in front of her.
"Just because you're embarassed doesn't give you the right to try and hurt someone else," she scolded, "and that goes for both you. Especially you, Charlotte, you should know better..."
But the goth didn't hear the rest of what Beatrice had to say. Her mind had retreated back to the upstairs bedroom, less than an hour before, when she'd knelt between the teen's muscular, flexing thighs, hands on her trained, clenching ass as Jasmine buried that massive fuckrod down her throat, the huge girlcock bulging out her neck as the teen gently rocked her hips. Just the feel of that powerful body, the musky, femasculine scent piercing her nose with every inch it became closer to the futa's pelvis, and the sight of the dancing, tensing cords of abdominal muscles before her eyes made her pussy absolutely drip. And that was even when saying nothing about the massive, throbbing balls pillowed against her breasts. She could feel them pulse and bloat as they filled with cum, the virulent sperm swimming so powerfully beneath the soft flesh of her nutsack that they vibrated, sending a pussy melting buzz of pleasure strait through Charlotte's nipples. And then, the feeling of that massive cock unloading, those tremendous balls bouncing and clenching, each blast of thick, yogurty jizz drenching her stomach, the flow of syrupy, potent futa nut so strong that she felt it travel lower, and lower through her body, her stomach bulging to the size third trimester when she felt that burning liquid against her asshole, gushing out to mix with her sprays of female honey that stained the floor...
"Charlotte, are you ok?" Beatrice asked, as she noticed the young woman's breath catching, her stomach jiggling.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," the goth replied, giving a reassuring smile before leaning over to ruffle Jasmine's hair.
"Hey!" the teen complained, dropping fork as her hands flew to hair, frantically coming it back into place.
"Don't be so sensitive Jazz," Charlotte replied, leaning back against her chair with a sigh. "We're both here for you, babe. I just get a bit prickly when I have to lay around the house and intermittently shit cum throughout the day."
"I'm eating, seriously," the teen shot back, her own cheeks turning a dusky red.
"Just the facts. It's what happens when those bottomless tanks between your legs unload into someone's throat."
"That is something you have to keep in mind, Jasmine," Beatrice added, over the rim of her coffee mug. "Charlotte and I are used to it, and maybe some of your other regulars as well, but you can't just waltz around town, bloating people and dousing everything in your cum."
"I know, I know," the teen complained, "but you have to admit, that's so fucking hot. Just seeing some hot bitch and..."
"Turning her into a fleshy, cum bloated condom?" Beatrice interrupted again, a raven brow rising dangerously above a sparkling emerald eye.
"Yes," Jasmine meekly replied, cheeks burning her hardening cock thumped up against the table, making it shake.
"Well, tell me, Jazz," the teacher pressed, "what's hotter? Doing that, and ruining the rest of the woman's day, making her miss work, probably get fired, maybe even arrested for public indecency or something worse, or making love to the woman, so both of you have a wonderful day? You don't have to make someone a fucktoy to have a good time. You can make it wonderful for both of you."
"I know, Bea," the teen replied, "I just get so fucking horny sometimes. And my cock is so fucking powerful that it's hard not to jet let go."
"And feel yourself actualized as you blast out the manifestation of your lust and your pleasure, I know," Beatrice replied primly. "And I think I might just have idea to help you with that very thing..."
Disclaimer: All persons and places in this text are entirely fictional, and any similarities between real people or places is entirely coincidental.
Tags: Futadom, Femdom, Futa/Fem, Excessive cum, Excessive size, Excessive strength, Futa/m (brief mention), story, ridiculous dialogue, violence, and lovey-dovey.
Spoiler for Mentoring a teen futa, part 5: Show
"...but it will take time to set up, so I'll be out for the day," Beatrice said to her love before leaning forward and planting a fond kiss on her cheek.
"In fact," she continued, rising from her chair, "I'm going to go get ready so I can head out. And I'd appreciate it if you'd do the dishes."
With that the beautifully nude woman walked out of the room, adding a sensual sway to her gorgeously full hips and shooting Jasmine a teasing wink over the shining fall of brunette hair that graced her shoulder. Jasmine in turn felt her breath grow shallow, and she could feel the creeping warmth of blood beginning to engorge her mighty dick, the soft flannel of her pajama bottoms sliding deliciously over her cock head. The teen gave a shuddering sigh, her teeth teasing her bottom lip as she thought of all the deliciously degenerate things she wanted to do. Before she could rise, however, Charlotte's hand landed upon her arm.
"Let her go, Jazz. You two have been couped up in this house together for too long.
I mean, seriously, you've been fucking her in this house for so long that the floor is starting to sag in some places. It's really time for you to give her a break."
The goth's hand slowly stroked the teen's gracefully muscled arm, intending to impart comfort, but the look Jasmine turn upon her was full of something with far too much ardor to necessarily be described as 'comforted'.
"Oh no! No, no, no, don't you even look at me like that," Charlotte protested, quickly removing her arm. "I need a break, too! I'm not in any shape to have more of you stuffed inside me, so you can go find someone else to incapacitate with your stupidly powerful loads. Besides, I need to finish getting your website set up, and I have a friend that went to law school that I need to bug about copyright and sold usage rights. So instead of trying to fuck me, why don't you help me set up in the bathroom with my laptop so I can at least get some work done while I drain out your cum."
The teen huffed a sigh, and with a muffled fine, helped Charlotte out of her chair and got her situated to get some work done until she was back to her normal, non-cumbloated self. Which...then left Jasmine with nothing to do. Except the dishes, but really, why did she have to do the dishes? She didn't make the mess!
Except...she had eaten what had caused the mess, so she couldn't really use that argument when Bea came back and found her kitchen still strewn with the culinary casualties that had allowed her to cook Jasmine her breakfast feast. Just the thought of Bea's disapproving glare sent the teen scurrying towards the sink. She'd already taken advantage of her former teacher, already destroyed her career, her wardrobe, and her home. If she wasn't even willing to do this simple little chore, Bea might decide that Jasmine just wasn't worth keeping around, sex goddess or not.
And she wouldn't be the first. As soon as she turned eighteen, well, actually the day before, Jasmine had backed her biggest piece of luggage and set out to seduce and couch serf her way around town, buying shelter with the spectacular sex that only she could provide. The trouble was, she turned homes into sexual warzones, where furniture, familial relationships, wardrobes, and careers were besieged by her never ending lust and virile cum. After only about a week of her company, one month at the longest, she'd start to get that look. Catch it out of the corner of her eye, that furtive look that wondered if, just maybe, something would have to be done about that homewrecker. It didn't matter that her lovers were transformed by her lust, their sexual lives supercharged even after she left. What mattered was that she and her lust disrupted their lifestyles, and that was something that few people were really willing to tolerate.
That was part of what made Bea so precious to her. Even after her callousness and her misplaced anger had uprooted the other woman's life, she was still able to forgive Jasmine and was still willing to embrace her. And Jasmine hadn't expected anything less, for Ms. Holland, as she'd known Bea through her high school years, had always had time for her. It didn't matter if Bea had papers to grade, or if Jasmine shot furtive glances at her body, she was there to help the teen, to awaken her to who she wanted to be.
A few warm, salty drops falling into the sudsy dish water suddenly startled Jasmine, and she realized she'd gotten a bit teary just thinking about Bea. But the more she thought about Bea, the more she thought about how intensely she wanted to communicate her love, how sweetly she wanted to make love, and once more she felt pleasant flows of warmth surge between her thighs and through her nipples.
By the time she'd finished with the dishes, and everything sat in either the drying rack or in the dishwasher, her cock had become an insistent python, throbbing powerfully between her legs, the wood cabinets under the sink creaking in protest as her bloated truncheon threatened to fuck right through them and the flannel prison that vainly tried to keep it restrained. Jasmine gripped the counter, head thrown back, her blood singing as she imagined giving in and testing the strength of her cock, but she doubted that would really satisfy her. Maybe it would be good for one orgasm, but then the kitchen would be filled with an even worse mess, which she definitely wanted to avoid. So, with another put out sigh, she stepped away from the groaning cabinets and started to think unsexy thoughts. The wrinkled, venomous face of her old preacher did the trick, and she felt her beast softening and the ache in her nipples fade once again. Though it was only temporary, and one repugnent thought wouldn't be enough. She was feeling restless and pent up, even after yesterday, never mind Charlotte's morning blowjob, and without sexual relief she'd never be able to settle down into something restive like writing, reading, or watching TV. No, she needed something active to do. Something that wouldn't destroy the house, or make the neighbors compain. Something that wouldn't make her lovers sigh with frustration. Really, she needed to work out.
So, after a cold shower she slipped into yoga pants, a sports bra, and tied a sweater around her waist before she went out jogging, heading in the direction of the one gym in town that she hadn't been banned from. Thankfully, it was also one of the better gyms when it came to stregnth training, so it was also her favorite.
That was one reason why she kept her pace fast, her feet flying down the street, the feeling of her powerful thighs surging against her tightly contained package tugged at her mind, even as she focused upon her breathing and the abundant joy that came with propelling herself across the earth. By the time she reached the gym, several miles away, a fine sweat coated her skin and her body felt energized, ready to challenge iron and become like living steel.
She slipped inside and found the gym almost deserted, with only a few serious bodybuilders scowling and grunting away. Based off of the sweat on their rippling muscles, and the way one of them started to gruffly shout "FOCUS" as he continued his reps, she figured they were probably nearing then end of their workout. Which was just fine for her. She didn't need any vascular, flexing distractions right now. Instead, she just got her ipod out of her locker, put it on, and started her routine.
Unfortunately, she was wrong and more people had filtered in and out until she'd almost finished her workout. Thankfully, however, no one had bothered her and she was able to keep her attention honed like a razor sharp edge as she pushed herself.
Due to her ungodly stamina, hours pasted and finally the clientele started to wane, the gym clearing out of even the bodybuilding crowd so that she was free from distractions. At least for a few minutes, anyways. She was debating how she wanted to finish her routine when she caught a stray scent, something too floral and feminine for this gym, almost like perfume, and then another woman appeared in the mirrors, wandering aimlessly around behind her. The woman was dressed similarly to Jasmine, though instead of black the fabric clinging to her astoundingly busty yet lithe body, it was bright neon colors, and she wore jewlery and make up. Clearly, being seen was the woman's top priority, not working out, no matter that the toned body, killer ass, and delectable stomach on display clearly did see the inside of a gym fairly frequently.
A smirk appeared on Jasmine's lips, even as she felt her nipples harden and her cock once more begin to strain. The pleasant burn running through her muscles, the sweat soaking her skin, it all made her feel powerful and alive, an animal in its prime, and here was a prime mate, strutting her stuff and putting her assest on display. And she wouldn't be the only one. Setting her hips in a seductive sway, Jasmine walked over to the free weights and her gaze began to rover over the hunks of metal, finally landing on a ridiculously massive set of dumbells beneath the rack. They were too large to do proper curls with, but Jasmine didn't care. She wanted to show off, and she could see the woman's gaze passing over her, not to mention the woman's succulent breasts straining against the sports bra or the rippling muscles that framed her diamond belly piercing.
Something about that glinting dot, that jewel seemed to heighten the sultry sight, and Jasmine was subsumed by a flow of sensual heat that passed down through her body, through her nipples and through her core, and finally into her member, and without another pause she set her hands around the grips of two massive weights and lifted them up. She stepped back, moving carefully now that her body had to accommodate a tremendous amount of weight, and with a determined expression began to curl. Light glinted off of the weights as she brought them up, one at a time, illuminating the shining numbers 300 that had been stamped into the metal.
Behind her, standing near the rowing machines, the gym predator Sophia Kneat, Sophie to her followes and fuck buddies, came to a sudden halt as she saw something breath catching happen out of the corner of her eye. The pretty, delectably athletic teen she'd seen working out earlier had stepped over to the free weights, but instead of selecting something just to keep her arms toned, she'd picked weights that only the most vascular, meat headed, testosterone soaked, bull cocked, nail eating muscle builders would have been able to move, let alone use, yet the girl was already on her seventh rep! Each brutal hunk of metal weighed more than most men, hell they probably weighed more than a fucking refridgerator, yet with each flex of her bronzed biceps the dark haired beauty hefted each weight in a smooth curl that transformed her arms into beautiful monuments of obscured power.
For, though Sophie could clearly tell that the teen was strong, and that her muscles had been well honed by iron, this was still insane! The girl simply wasn't big enough to be able to lift that much weight, let alone curl it with one arm, but that was exactly what she was doing.
Oh, my literal, fucking god! This cannot be real, Sophie thought, her mind baffling at the sight before her. Yet, the more she watched the muscles rippling beneath that supple flesh, the more she watched them tense and bulge into relief, the more it seemed to make sense. There was power in the teens arms, power in her body, from the chiseled 8 pack abdomen to the lust swell of her toned ass, from the taut thighs and sculpted calves to the awe inspiring arms that powered hundreds of pounds of metal through the air. This wasn't some artificially bloated meathead, this was a woman whose body had been honed to perfection, to a point so excellent that she was beyond everyone else's prime. Just the sight of her, the vision of the beauty and the trim yet impossibly powerful muscles working, set something primordial and lusty loose in Sophie, and she could feel her heat began to pool out from her pussy and her breasts to suffuse her body as she watched.
Minutes passed, an insane amount of minutes for that intense of a workout, though Sophie's attention was so rigidly fixed upon the teen and the liquid heat between her own legs that she never glanced at a clock, but finally the teen finished her curls and went to lay down on a bench to do chest presses. Except that the teen must have known Sophie was watching, because she'd walked around the bench so that her legs faced Sophie, giving the gym predator an exclusive show (the only kind Sophie would buy) to the most astounding part of the teen's body: the two fist sized bulges in the teen's pants, and the large, wrist thick python that was pressed against her toned left thigh.
Christ, this is insane. The size of that package...this has to be a joke, Sophie though with a gasp, for no sooner had she thought that then she saw those orbs visibly pulse, and that massive length of organ twitch. The powerhouse's package was real, and so was the swell and sway of the teen's breasts as she pressed those mammoth hunks of metal into the air.
Sophie couldn't begin to guess how that was possible. Not that she really cared, actually. All that mattered was that this was a prize she wanted to have, a magnificient sex toy beyond any others, and she wanted to get a closer look at the amazing body before her. And it was even more amazing up close: srong and fit, though incredibly feminine, with impressive hips, a deliciously tapered waist, and legs that would have made Sophie jealous if they didn't turn her on so much. Or maybe that was because of the pulsing bulge between them. Had it grown larger as she approached?
Jasmine's nose twitched as she caught that perfumed scent again. She gave a soft grunt, her bunching muscles powered the weights into the air once more, and the muscle between her legs began to engorge. She finished the set, the burn in her arms and chest only seeming to fuel the pulse of member as it stretched and swelled once more. Carefully, she set the weight down, then popped her earbeads out and sat up, bringing Sophie into full view. A new surge of growth rushed through her dick at the sight, Jasmine's eyes instantly fixing onto the Sophie's aroused nipples that showed even through her bra.
"Oh, my god, you are like, the hottest thing I've ever seen," Sophie gasped, still stunned by the power she'd seen and the monster contained within Jasmine's pants.
"Well, you're a prime piece of ass, yourself," Jasmine replied, gazing lustfully at the woman, her voice having grown husky from exertion, as well as Sophie's attention.
A flush entered the woman's cheeks, lust and wrath mixing to sharpen her tongue.
Because Sophia Kneat wasn't a piece of ass. That was everyone else she deigned to give her attention to.
"Bitch, please," Sophie snapped back, "I don't care how many people you've fucked, you've never touched someone even half as good as me. Do you see these diamonds?"
she asked, shamelessly pulling her sports bra up and flashing her astounding tits and their glittering adornments of exquisite stones set in white gold, each nipple piercing clearly worth more than almost any wedding ring. But Sophie wasn't one to mince words, especially not when it was her (net)worth she was talking about.
"Hell, do you see what you're wearing? That logo on you is mine."
Jasmine looked down at her pitifully straining yoga pants, and lifted a foot to see that the logo on the pink running shoes matched. Which meant that this had to be the heir to the largest share of the largest sports company in the world, not to mention several other companies besides.
Sophie saw the recognition dawn in her prey's eyes, and though her smirk said it all, she couldn't help but rub it in.
"Yeah, that's right, gym rat. You fucking paid me for the privelege of wearing those, but you're so far beneath me you didn't even realize that you'd done it.
Luckily for you, I decided to slum it today, but since my favorite muscle bound fuck buddy from college isn't here that means you can be what my kitty plays with today."
Despite the look that flashed in the smoking hot billionaire's eyes, Jasmine didn't feel intimidated. Instead the flush in her cheeks and the way her breath hitched was due to anticipation. Due to savoring just how erotic it would be to sexually dominate such an arrogant, elitist, and most importantly, painfully sexy woman.
Clearly, even if money hadn't bought Sophie's family happy marriages, it had at least bought them blistering hot genes.
"Well," Jasmine began, casually setting the massive weights down. "If just that little bit of weight got you so worked up, you should see how much I can squat."
"Uh uh," Sophie returned, hand poised atop the delicious curve of her oh so fuckable hips. "That's not how we're gonna play this game. I'm going to tell you how much you can squat. 'Cause I don't sleep with beta bitches. You have to prove to me you've got the...thrust potential I'm looking for."
The heiresses eyes fixed upon Jasmine's cock, then roved over her legs and ass, as though making her point.
"Yeah, mm-mmm, you look a bit skinny to me, so get your sexy ass over to that rack and we'll if you're worth it."
It wasn't surprising that Sophie's "fuck buddy" had chosen to skip out on her, Jasmine thought, heat rushing into her cheeks, her jaw clenching once.
"Alright, how much am I squatting then?"
"Two."
"Hundred?" Jasmine scoffed. "Are you kidding? I just pressed six!"
"No, bitch," Sophie snapped back. "Get real. Do you think I do anything for less than a thousand? I said two gees."
A devilish grin curled her succulent lips, their specially comissioned closs making them shine as though they were expertly glazed in honey, though there nothing else
'sweet' about that expression. Sophie knew from her MIA fuck toy's babbling that a little bit under 1100 was the world record, and that she shouldn't expect anyone to break that with more than one rep...There might have even been some begging involved, she couldn't remember. What she did remember, though, was how clearly exceptional her new fuck toy was, but like with anyone, she wanted to see just how exceptional her new toy actually was.
From the look in Jasmine's narrowed eyes, not that Sophie even knew what her name was, she knew what that record was, too. What Jasmine also knew was that she'd already broken it, but still, there was a large difference between 1500 and 2000.
Maybe too much of a difference, but the blood pounding through her veins and into her muscles and rageboner felt like it was driven by a wardrum, and so she popped up off the bench and stalked over to a behemoth of steel that only the most intense weight training could be done upon. She chose the strongest bar the gym had, but even so, by the time she'd loaded it with weights she could almost imagine it, and the rack, creaking subtly. Sophie just smiled, though, pulling a phone studded with literal diamonds from her waistband to begin filming, what for her, would be masturbation worthy bragging rights.
Jasmine didn't care, though. Determined, she stepped beneath the waiting bar, carefully placing her hands and her shoulders so that she would be able to attain an optimal lift before she tried to shatter the expectation of what was humanly possible. And then, without waiting for a sign from Sophie, Jasmine hefted the bar off the rack and felt her body straining against that massive weight. Muscles jumped into releif across her body, transforming her into a bronzed idol of human anatomy, and though blood was rushing to her legs, the monster between her legs surged anew with furious growth. It swelled thicker and larger, gouts of pre basting her leg and soaking her tennis shoe as Jasmine finally began to lower herself into a squat.
Her legs burned, her shoulder felt like a building was collapsing down on top of her, but her it was the feeling in her dick that bared her teeth in a lust filled snarl. Her cock didn't feel like it could break iron, it felt like a colum of permanently clenched muscles that could crush anything on earth, and with a manic surge of energy flaring through her, her thighs bunched into columns of power and she began to raise upward out of her first squat. And then lower herself again, massive cock flexing all the while.
She could do this. She could conquer this weight, she could do what no other human had even done, she was proving that she could bear the burden of small car on her shoulders! As the realization of her own power, and potential, hit her, Jasmine felt a new surge of blood hit her cock, straining the veins like she'd never felt before, and with the sound of fabric tearing, her beast reared naked into the air, a gout of precum blasting straight up to splatter the cage and drip onto the teen sex goddess.
"Holy shit, you came!" Sophie laughed, gleefully filming what she thought was Jasmine's humiliation.
"No, bitch," Jasmine snapped back, grunting beneath one ton of steel. "This is just my, mmm, warmup!"
And with that she lowered herself again, the strain of the weight and the paired the aphrodesiac of her power seeming to coil inside the veins of her cock and flood her balls.
Gasping, Sophie watched as the bestial tower pulsed between the teen's tighs, only her massively powerful legs thicker than that tower of muscle which jutted towards the sky, pressing itself against the teen's steel cut abdomen and pushing up against her plentiful breasts. And with every squat down it swelled thicker, the pulsing cockhead opening until the cumslit yawned like a dripping vagina, but then a blast of thick, syrupy pre would arc out, hitting the steel cage of the rack with such force that it sprayed down upon jasmine, soaking her in a rain of cloudy pearlescent pre that slithered so deliciously over her cut muscles that Sophie could feel her own pussy clench, her hips subly humping the air as her own lust liquified and soaked her legs.
"Nnnn-Yeah!" Jasmine roared as she finished her fifteenth rep, then in a fit of almost orgasmic rage she pressed the bar off her shoulders, over her own head, and then lowered it to the floor, the ridiculous weight not even rebounding off of the rubberized floor. And then, overcome with her won glory, mind driven partially insane from restrained lust, Jasmine's hands flew to her cock and began to furiously pump its length, her twin grips flying across its slick length, each pass across her majestically purple crown sending bolts of pleasure up her through her cock and up her spine.
Sophie had ducked out of the way as soon as that unearthly biological sex weapon had been aimed at her, but so enraptured in her own lust was Jasmine that she didn't even notice, and so Sophie was able to film the most extraordinary cumshot of her life as the flesh cannon between the teen sexpot's legs began to fire. The first blast seemed to contort Jasmine's entire body, her massive balls curling up against her body and clenching into high relief as a pressurized explosion of spunk splatter through the air, small streamers of cum arcing off to splatter equipment, even as the main jet of cum shot across the entire length of the gym to strike a boxing dummy so hard the it tumbled over and went bouncing into the wall.
"Holy shit," Sophie gasped, thighs clenching together as she witnessed the ungodly potency of her newest conquest. For each jet of cum was like the first, striking with such force that even the heavy gym equipment was rung like bells, and more than one weight bench was knocked over. Spunk splash off of elipticals and spin bikes, soaked around the rubber treads of treadmills, layered and dripped off of waits, and perferated the entire gym with it's smell.
"Now what in the heck is going on here!?" the gym trainer/owner, Pam, shouted as she walked into the middle of the cumpocalypse, only to be caught with a full frontal blast that picked her off her feet and left her writhing, submerged beneath sliding layers of burning, vibrating spunk.
Sophie's camera suddenly lost track of the sperm storm that had engulfed the gym, the sight of only a fraction of Jasmine's orgasmic power totally dominating another woman sending her into a freehand exploison of ecstasy and fem cum, her own leggins and running shoes ruined under sprays of heady female honey that splashed against the ground and formed a river across the gym floor in monument to the height of her bliss.
And when the cries of female passion had finally died away, several more of the gym staff having been reduced to catatonic blobs of shuddering cum and Jasmine was left shaking against the weight rack, Sohie noticed through her post-orgasmic glow that the streams of her pleasure had run over to mix with the surging flow of the futa's liquid bliss, and couldn't help but smile.
She was already rich beyond normal imagining, yet here she had just won the jackpot. That that jackpot might change how she viewed the world, though, that she didn't imagine. For unbeknowst to the heiress, Jasmine wasn't shaking from exhaustion. It was just the aftershocks of her titanic explosion of pleasure. Her eyes were still bright, her cock was still monstrously hard, and she could smell Sophie's dripping cunny. So, with a sex soaked smirk, Jasmine righted herself and stripped off her sports bra, taking a moment to massage her aching breasts before she stalked her sultry way over to where Sophie knelt, her smirk turning into a brilliant smile when she saw the billionaire's fix upon the sway of her hips and the pendulous dance of her cock.
"So," Jasmine drawled, one hand massaging her breast, the other perched cockily upon her hip, "is that enough 'thrust potential' for you?"
"Holy hell y--" Sophie tried, her response cut off when Jasmine took another step forward, her cock nudging into Sophie's face. Then, with langorous thrusts, Jasmine drew her cock back and forth over the heiress' face, biting her lip as she felt Sophie's moan and then her tongue along her cock. But then she gasped as she felt expertly manicured nails dig into her cock head, holding it cruelly in place.
"You are the absolute sexiest thing I've even seen," Sophie said, pausing to drag her tongue teasingly along the underside of Jasmine's cock, "but I'm still gonna make you beg before you come again."
"Oh yeah?" Jasmine returned, feeling her dick pulse enticingly against the bite of those nails. "Then stand up and prove it to me."
Using her cock as unbending leverage, Sophie pulled herself to her feet, nails still biting into the teen's cock and drawing a hiss from between her teeth, but as soon as the billionaire's hands were removed, Jasmine grabbed her shoulders, spun her around, and then maneuvered her cock between Sophie's thighs, flexing her tremendous love muscle to bring Sophie's cum soaked trainers off the ground so that her entire weight sat on her plump, pulsating pussy. Jasmine giggled as she began to slowly thrust between the woman's thights, grinding her burning cock against the rich slut's lycra covered muff, veins massaging her lower lips, and friction vibrating pleasure into her clit. Jasmine loved the way it made Sophie's breath catch and her back arch, thrusting her bountiful tits into the air.
"Mmm, I can feel your pussy juicing for me," Jasmine husked into the woman's ear.
"I can feel how hot it is, but I can't wait to make it really steam," she continued as she began to walk them toward the ladies' locker room, planting a kiss on Sophie's cheek.
"Ooooh, yes. Yes, give it to me," the heiress whined, anticipation building inside her pussy, the heiress beginning to grind insistently against Jasmine's cock.
Grinning wickedly behind Sophie's ear, Jasmine kept walking, bringing them into the locker room and pausing just long enough to shut and lock the door and grab a massive stack of towels before bringing them into the showers. She knelt down, giving Sophie enouch purchase to really work her hips, bringing her grinding pussy to a soaking orgasm, and all the while Jasmine had been setting up their little love nest. Before the Sophie's odyssey of liquid pleasure had even ended, Jasmine had picked the woman up, hoisting her easily and futa-handling her down onto the bed of towels so that her Sophie lay on her back and Jasmine's cock ran up along her belly. Then the teen began to thrust, drawing out Sophie's orgasm as she ran her behemoth of a cock along her pussy and then raised up to send her massive, vibrating balls slapping aginst billions of dollars worth of squirting pussy.
Jasmine stopped when her new lover began to hyperventilate and her eyes had rolled back, her expression full of rapture as though she were seeing divinity inside her own skull, and the futa let Sophie ride out the last of her orgasm before literally ripping her clothes away.
"Oh my god," Sophie moaned as she witnessed the barbarically hot sight, "yes, fuck me! You're so strong! I want to feel it, I want to feel your massive cock fucking the shit out me!"
"You get off on strength, huh?" Jasmine replied, flexing above the suppine woman.
"Yes, you dumb bitch!" Sophie cried back, grabbing the teen's cock and placing it at her entrance. "Noww fuck me like the animal you are! Make me come! It's what you athletes are good for! Why train your bodies unless its because you want to become the sexiest beasts you can be for fucking!"
Small jets of arousal splashed out from Sophie's cunt, slathering Jasmine's cock and making it jump as it was suddenly caressed by the warm, slick liquid, and without another word the teen bent her cock down and with insistent pressure from her lush hips and firm, bountiful ass, Jasmine began to force her cock head into Sophie's pussy. The heiress' head fell back against the towels that twisted in her grip, though her legs folded around Jasmine, trying to draw her deeper.
"Yes, fill me with your cock! Stuff me full and fuck me like the special pet you are!"
Jasmine pressed deeper, feeling her meat spearing inside, spreading Sophie wide, shaping her cunt into a bruning, wet passage for her cock, silky flesh and clenching muscles massaging her as she stretched the heiress wide.
"So you want me to fuck you, huh?" Jasmine replied, annoyed even as she eagerly pressed the manifestation of her lust deeper into the woman beneath her.
"Yes, goddamit!" Sophie replied, her hands flying from the towels to Jasmine's full breasts, massaging them at first and then cruelly pinching her nipples, making the teen wince.
"C'mon, bitch, do what you're told," Sophie barked, setting her nails to work, and a low whine enterred inspite of herself, that was until Sophie's manicured hand rose up and slapped her.
"Stop making that stupid fuckcow noise and get to work," she ordered, bucking her hips up around the monstrous cock within her.
And Jasmine, mind numb with cascades of painful memories, began to hunch her hips forward and back, working on autopilot and instinct to avoid more pain. And as she pleasured Sophie, the more the heiress forgot about disciplining her new fuck toy, and soon her hands were were back on torturing the towels instead of the teen's flesh.
Jasmine began to pump harder, the feeling of that monstrous cock stroking through her, the pleasure it pressed through the walls of her cunt and the bliss it injected into her brain sent Sophie moaning into orgasm again, her pussy liquifying in pleasure once again, juices exploding out around the huge futa cock to baste their thighs and splash their stomachs, the exquisite sensation of that liquid bringing Jasmine once more back into her flesh and back into the present. Her face flushed with anger and her muscles tensed, her thrusts becoming sharper and harder, sending Sophie into another orgasmic cascade, writhing beneath supple flesh and firm muscles of the superhuman teen, so it was entirely unnoticed by the woman when two angry tears fell onto her.
Never again after leaving her parent's abusive house did she want to be treated that way again, and the fact that the woman she was blessing with indescribable pleasure, blasting her groin with her ecstasy, had so much contempt for her and was so callous about how she felt enraged Jasmine. It made her imagine choking the bitch out, or fucking her through the tile, but then, as pleasure arced through her cock, the memory of the last time she'd cried during sex flashed through her mind, and she thought of what Beatrice would say. Here she was, being faced with a woman who used others for her own pleasure, who demeaned them because it made her feel better, and even though Jasmine felt pain because of that, here she was wanting to do the same thing?
Suddenly, she understood what her lover had been trying to tell her, or at least a part of it, and she transfered her strokes into deep and long thrusts, insistent and rolling rather than fast and hard, and she could feel Sophie's body react to it, hips matching her thrusts and her body arcing up so their breasts danced together. Instead of doing to Sophie what Sophie liked to do to other people, Jasmine would should her the ecstasy that came from making love with another person. She would use orgasmic bill to illuminate their souls.
"N-no, harder," Sophie moaned, just before Jasmine changed the angle of her thrusts to caress and press against the most magnificent spots inside of her, coaxing delirious raputre from her nerves.
The teen's mouth sought out the heiress' and their lips began to mingle in kisses and moans, Sophie trying her best to urge Jasmine to fuck her faster before being subsumed in liquide, toe curling pleasure and melting into the tender kisses and the luxurious dance between their tongues. The massage of her breasts, the plentiful orbs that hypnotized Jasmine with primordial fascination as she bent her hands and her mouth to them during their eternity of lovemaking, sent pleasant waves of tingling warmth rolling through Sophie, sending her mind soaring on the thermals of exquisite carnal pleasure, their juices mixing together and soaking the towels beneath them until they lay on a bed of ecstasy itself.
Each thrust of Jasmine's hips, each press of her titanic cock through the pusling, clinging, and constantly restretching pussy of Sophia sent gouts of her thick, syrupy pre spilling in long viscious strands, each strang soon subsumed and washed away in silver curtains of flowing femcum as orgasms surged through her. The sound of their liquid pleasure slurping and splashing against their bodies and the tile spurred Jasmine on, coaxing her on, spurring an ancient part of her mind that was so attuned to the sensation of spreading a warm, orgasming pussy around her cock, and feeling the writhing of her lover against her body.
Jasmine came, floods of steaming spunk blasting from her cock, filling Sophie's pussy with chruning cum before Jasmine withdrew and annointed them both with the thick, heavy liquid from within her balls, covering them in thick, dripping layers of cum that concealed their features and piled up onto their hands as they roved over each other's flesh. And it blasted on, plasting across the shower room's tile in great showers of cum, creating seas and rivers of flowing sperm until the towels themselves were awash and drifting on tides of Jasmine's orgasm. But, finally, her orgasm at an end, Jasmine rose, bringing Sophie up with her, speared on her tremendous tower of pleasure again and turned on the showers, bathing them in the luxurious warmth of thousands of beads of water sliding across their sweat and sex fluid slicked skin.
And, though the water did almost nothing to batter aside her spunk and send it flowing harmlessly down the drain, the warm rain did transform the room into a tropical swamp of sex, and as Jasmine continued to massage and caress, thrust and kiss, and Sophie remained lost adrift seas of mind numbing, soul touching pleasure, the flood of cum began to finally wash away.
Only to be replaced by another, and then another, until finally, with Sophie's back pressed against her firm stomach and soft breasts, her knees holding the other woman's legs splayed wide, and her hips softly thrusting up into Sophie's glorious cunt, Jasmine came one last time, filling her lover with her essence.
"And that," Jasmine whispered into the almost comatose woman's ear, "is what it really means to have sex..."