Would you a Futasnails?
 
I would if she was ashamed of her yard long horsecock and had heavy, swollen breasts. Also if she was anthro with those adorable big ears.
 
Would you help her pick out something to wear in the morning?
 
Would it even come close to hiding her assets?
 
For going outside, she'd probably wear a heavy sweater and a long dress to hide her attributes. And to keep that monster of a cock in check she'd have to tie it to her leg with ribbons, or stuff it down the leg of her long socks to prevent it from swinging out and making its massive presence known. Her breasts would get taped down and stuffed into an oversized sports bra, along with another one for her swaying testes.
 
But if she'd let me get her all dolled up for a romantic evening, I'd love to have her wear a lacy black bra that barely covered her thick nipples, her big areola peeking out above the sheer fabric. Garters with a nearly too-tight bra for her heavy nuts would be a must, as would a silky corset to wear on her thick cock.
 
Would she ever have a wardrobe malfunction in public?
 
Is her large cock an open secret and she's just embarrassed to be exposed, or do her friends honestly not know about her situation?
 
How do you think she's react if her dick flopped out in the middle of a crowded room?
 
Surprisingly, she's managed to keep her body a secret from everyone. But that doesn't mean she hasn't ran to the bathroom clutching her chest from a snapped bra or hobbling along as an awkward boner threatened to get her long dress hiked way up in the front.
 
But I'd love it if since I got involved with her she's had it a lot easier on the latter problem.
 
Really? You don't want the thought of you together getting her worked up and tenting her dress?
 
Will you hold her tight against you, reaching around to grip the base of her turgid length, slowly stroking her shaft to full hardness and nipping at her ears as she tries not to cry out?
 
Well she wouldn't have quite so many inappropriate erections if I help her drain her heavy balls at every opportunity. Seeing her grip my hand in public and pull me off to a private place, her dress lifting higher and higher as the ribbons snap off of her leg and her beautiful yard of girthy flesh throbs to full size would be very nice indeed. Especially if she confessed to me later that it was my smile or a small compliment that got her achingly stiff and needing a good stroking.
 
I'd absolutely love to spoon her in bed, gently holding her body close to mine with one hand as the other squeezes and pumps the base of her throbbing erection, listening to her soft moans as I whisper in her ear how much I want to see her beautiful cock twitch and spurt. And when she let out that adorable squeal as climax gripped her I'd praise her orgasm, telling her how breathtaking and sexy the sight of her breasts trembling as she came was. And gripping her ear with my lips I'd whisper softly how deeply I loved her and how happy she made me by letting me make her flare swell so big and spurt so hard.
 
Would she ever be confident enough in herself to show everypony what she's been keeping hidden for so long?
 
Or would you take it slow, just letting a few of her friends in on the secret?
 
Would you tell them before the reveal or just make it a big flashy gesture?
 
Maybe after we've spent a while together. She's spent so long hiding that side of herself from the world out of shame and fear that it would take a lot of coaxing to get her to come out of her shell in public. It would probably start with her breasts, foregoing the tape and wearing a t-shirt outside for the first time with a respectable, yet large bra for support. She might have to use some pads to help keep her thick nipples from standing out too much thought.
 
Letting in friends could come earlier - if we both found someone we could trust she could tell them in private, sitting close to me and holding my hand as she admitted that she had a very large penis. Though being so close to me might be counterproductive - we'd have to spend a few hours milking and jerking her cock to climax after climax before she would be soft enough near me to not feel embarrassed.
 
Does she ever wear a condom? Do they even make ones big enough?
 
Have you ever jerked her off into one and then held up the overfilled rubber to show her just how big her loads are?
 
Do you like to sit in her lap and feel her warm ballsack completely cover your own cock?
 
Have you ever grabbed one huge testicle in each hand and just rolled and kneaded them until she can't stand it and begs you to let her cum?
 
With the size of her loads, she has to. We have to special order them online, since you can't exactly pick up rubbers that fit a yard of horsecock as thick as a two-liter bottle at the corner store and can handle several gallons of yogurt-like piping hot semen. She hates to admit it, but I know that deep down she's secretly proud when I pull off her condom and hold it up, needing to use both hands to heft the sagging balloon of seed. And I suspect she's doing something with them, because whenever I tie them off and set them down to be thrown away she always insists that she dispose of them.
 
She's a little shorter than I am height wise, but I love to sit her in my lap with her legs spread wide, those delightfully warm orbs of hers resting in my crotch. The way she blushes when I inevitably get hard from it is too cute. Sometimes when she's feeling particularly bold, she'll reach down and undo my fly, fishing out my cock and slipping it between her winking lips, just enjoying the sensation of me throbbing within her as her warm testes smother mine.
 
When we're snuggling on the couch and she inevitably gets erect, I'll slip a hand between her legs and just wordlessly massage her swollen balls for hours. I love to feel them slowly churning with seed and sweating lightly from my kneading. She can last for quite a while before her pre-drooling shaft begins to twitch and ache and she grinds her hips against mine with need. I like to tease her, ignoring her body growing increasingly heated until she's softly panting, moaning softly with every exhale. Then I softly ask her how bad she wants to cum.
 
Do you ever brush her hand aside when she reaches for a massive rubber, telling her just this once you wanna see her paint the wall with her massive loads?
 
Do you roughly thrust inside her, each stroke causing her own cock to bob and sway in the air until she wrangles it in between her huge, fat breasts, sucking her flare into her own lips?
 
Do you put your hands on hers, the two of you doubly massaging her huge tits and thick nipples, squeezing her breasts around her cock as you keep thrusting inside her?
 
Does she let her flare pop free just as her huge nuts tighten up and unleash a torrent of viscous semen all over the wall and floor?
 
And after you've finished basking in the afterglow of her ejaculation, do you retire to a warm bath, soaping up her huge, soft, fleshy cock and rinsing off her musky testes and soapy breasts?
 
Why of course. I love to see the big splatter all over the wall from her messy climax, especially after teasing her balls mercilessly so it's extra thick like mayonnaise. And what better way to satisfy both her needs than to rut her heavily winking sex as her cock bobs and sways, sending thin streamers of pre all over the place until she manages to trap it between her breasts and tongue the tip of her flare, making out with her cockhead as I pound away? I slow down as she gets too close to the edge, both of us toying with her nipples as she moans into her thick erection and grinds her needy hips against mine. And right before she climaxes I lean in close and we both kiss and lap at her expanding flare just as it yawns open around a pearly rope of hot spunk, my own load pumping into her paling in comparison to the one noisily splattering all over the wall.
 
As for bath time afterwards, a single orgasm isn't enough to get her bloated nuts empty, so I take the time to compliment her as I work her like a finely tuned instrument. Her soaped up body makes her incredible cleavage nice and slippery for a good titfucking, both of our cocks trapped between those heavy breasts as she plays with her thick nipples, my hands softly bouncing them up and down on our shafts. She cums first, slathering the ceiling in a viscous layer of sperm as she gasps and her face grows red. I need a little more time, my stamina, much like my cock, is no match for hers. But soon she's panting as she feels my erection throb and spurt between her mammaries.
 
Next up is a thorough fisting, bending her over onto her hands and knees so I can work my hand inside her rippling folds. She's quite strong down there and she lets me know it with every wink, my arm slowly pistoning in and out as I feel around for that magic spot. I know when I've found it when she lets out a lilting wail, her balls jumping in surprise as I slowly work it faster and faster with my fingertips until she's moaning long and loud, her powerful winks gripping me tight as her heavy balls empty more semen all over the shower wall.
 
Once we're both good and clean and her balls are satisfied for the moment, I like to stand behind her as I dry off, both of us in front of a full length mirror. At first she hated me for it, not understanding 'why anyone would want to look at a freak like her'. But now she simply blushes as I smile at her from behind, my hand wrapping around her midsection underneath her big breasts. And when I tell her just how beautiful I think she is and just how much she means to me I grin as her blush deepens and her seemingly insatiable cock begins to lurch upwards once more.
 
I do feel that sometimes I'm not enough for her. With parts that big it's easy to feel a little inadequate, no matter how much she tells me how good I am to her. I'd love to be able to fill her up completely and really satisfy her womanly needs as good as I do her masculine ones.
 
What if she could find a spell that would let her transfer a little bit of her excess size over to you temporarily? Just enough to perfectly stuff her juicy cunt?
 
Would you stand up and have her jump into your arms, slowly sliding down your enhanced cock as her own still-massive dick pressed between your bodies, her tits resting against your chest?
 
Would you grab her soft ass cheeks in your hand and gently lift her up and down, taking her fat flare into both of your lips, sloppily licking and sucking and kissing one another at the same time, saliva dripping down her quivering dick?
 
I'd leap at the chance! Especially if it either made my attributes more equine, my glans flattening into a heavy flare as a medial ring swelled up halfway down my cock, or it enhanced my human side, giving me a swollen cockhead and a loose foreskin. I'd hope she'd grant me a little of her balls too - both to better swell her body with my cum and to lighten her load to the point where we could alternate wrapping our lips over her throbbing flesh, drinking down heavy globs of her musky seed.
 
The messier the makeout session between us and her cock got the better. Our copious saliva would help to lubricate her shaft and between her luscious breasts, the warm nipples pressing against mine as I gripped her plush cheeks and bounced her on my erection. But I imagine our kisses would grow a little one-sided as my girth filling her completely would make her quiver and moan, her cock pumping thick jets of pre into my hungry mouth as she began to softly beg me to take her harder, her confidence building until she was desperately pleading for me to rut her and breed her like the mare in heat she was. At that point I'd have to pause every so often to pop my lips off of her swollen flare, hot volleys of sperm gushing into the air before splattering down on top of us. Before too long her incredible winks and the sight of her impassioned face coated in her own spunk as her flare wobbles and slides in and out of her cleavage would make me groan loudly and slam her down to the base. I'd hold her tight as my balls yanked tight to my groin and I erupted deep inside her, splattering her innermost depths with my seed and slaking her lusts with a final wavering female climax.
 
But if she's casting spells, I'd love to ask if she'd indulge me further. Those heavy breasts of hers and those deliciously thick nipples are just begging to be swollen with rich cream. And if she'd allow me more ways to tease her beautiful erection or swell her body with my cum as proof of just how sexy she was, I would gladly do it.
 
What kind of cream would you be referring to? Would a little lactation be up your alley, her already enormous freckled breasts swelling further as she became laden with milk, begging you to nurse at her quivering tits, the feeling of her enormous chest udders being milked enough to trigger anther orgasm?
 
Or are you thinking of a different kind of cream filling, Snails stretching her nipples with her magic until they were large enough to slide your new horsecock inside, fucking her fat, fleshy orbs and filling them with pints of thick semen, her struggling to stuff her newly-stuffed tits into her bra, leaking out cum as the two of you strolled through town?
 
Is she fully grown or is she still a blossoming teen? How much growing does she have left to do? Do you think one day she might finally pull you close and whisper into your ear that she doesn't want you to wear a condom tonight? That she's finally ready to give herself to you utterly? To start a family?
 
I can only hope she wouldn't make me choose between the two. On one hand there's nights of grinding my hand against her clit as I gulped down mouthfuls of her warm, soothing cream, her cock spurting hotly into her condom as she moaned and softly begged me to milk her over and over again, whining and pleading until her maresex clamps around me and she floods my throat with her milk. But on the other there's feeling her thick nipple grip the base of my cock as I groan and spurt, her breasts swelling to one and a half times their normal size with my hot cum, then tying her loose, freshly fucked nipples tight with ribbons and heading out to town, the sloshing of my sperm inside her chest making it terribly difficult to not tent her dress or even paint the underside of it white. Perhaps she'd grant me both, allowing me to nurse her empty and with her milk fueling my aching balls I'd swell her even larger with my seed, going out to watch a movie and slipping drinking straws into her nipples in lieu of buying drinks, both of us sipping away at my seed mixed with her cream and cumming into condom after condom in the relative privacy of the darkened theater.
 
As for her age, she's still got a little growing to do, but I'm sure that eventually she'd look me deep in the eyes and tell me she wants a child. And I'd be more than happy to give her one. That night would have to be special, both of us abstaining from sex for a week before she was scheduled to go into heat. It would be difficult, but worth it for that one night. We'd probably end up throwing ourselves at each other when I got home from work, our makeout session ending in torn pants and a trail of discarded clothes until we were lying in bed, my thick flare inches away from her winking sex. Looking in her eyes, I'd smile as I pressed into her, both of us moaning softly at the pleasure of flesh on flesh. I'd take things slow, working my way inside her inch by inch until my hips met hers and my larger than average balls were resting warmly against her colossal ones, both of our sacs sweating profusely and bloated to twice our normal size from the abstinence.
 
Our lovemaking would be long and loud, both of us losing ourselves in the pleasure of mating until I'd pound incessantly at her cervix, my broad wedge of a flare pushing into it more and more until it would pop inside. The sensation would make it double in size, locking my cock inside her womb as both our balls pulled taut, our lips meeting in a hungry kiss as we came at the same time. Her cock pressed between her breasts would paint the wall behind us as well as our chins, the throbbing spurts sending her swollen, leaking breasts rippling and drooling thick milk. Mine would balloon her womb her belly growing larger as I swelled her with seed, our tongues dancing as I put life inside her and stretched her body until she looked gravid and ready to deliver.
 
And that would be round one.
 
Ooh, what's round two? Do you flip her over, her tail flopping off to the side as you press your going against her warm cheeks, still hilted inside, her pressing the swell of her belly onto the bed as you begin to pound? Do you lean over and grab her milk-swollen tits,  squeezing them around her still-stiff cock as your balls batter and slam against hers, the two of you moaning and groaning and calling out to one another? Could you resist giving her plump ass a little slap right on the cutie mark? Do her big ears bend down as you rut her senseless? And do you press your face into her long, flowing teal-colored hair? What does it smell like?
 
When you've finished making love to her in every last position you're capable of, both of your cocks lying flaccid and spent, every inch of the room covered in cum, will the two of you curl up, your hand resting on her cum-filled belly? Once she's a few months along, will the swell of her pregnant gut make it impossible for her growing erection to lift up between her swelling tits, now standing out more than a yard directly in front of her as she struts around the house in her new maternity wear?
 
Does being pregnant push her milk production into overdrive? Does she roll over on top of you every morning, her new, larger than ever tits dripping and soaking the too-small t-shirt she wears to bed before she pulls it over her head and presents you with a morning meal of fresh, warm milk straight from the source?
 
All of the above and then some. The edge of getting her pregnant makes every thrust more pleasurable and every spurt of seed against the inside of her womb more voluminous. Sometimes when we'd be recovering from a particularly exhausting orgasm I'd simply hold her from behind, nuzzling against the back of her head and grinding my fat flare around inside her uterus, whispering to her about how she was going to swell with new life, my sperm impregnating her as we lay panting. It never failed to get her cock achingly stiff and her breasts drooling cream in anticipation.
 
Life with a pregnant futa mare is rather interesting. It means not being able to leave the house until your cock and pelvis are almost sore. It means waking up in the morning to a face full of musky testes and a cock buried deep in her throat, filling her stomach with viscous cum. It means spending evenings with a full belly of your own as you drink deep from her swollen teats and squeeze her clit and listen to her pant and fill condom after condom. It means seeing her forego clothes entirely, her hormones making her constantly erect despite her gravid belly pushing her cock down to bob a yard in front of her at all times, leaking pre, milk and marejuice like faucets. It means watching her smile and close her eyes, her belly shimmering transparent as it glows the same color as her horn and seeing your baby daughter curled up asleep, the little pony resting silently as she nuzzles her thick flare, hugging her soft cock.
 
It also reminds you of the wild times you had before you decided to settle down. Something to look back on fondly and attempt to recreate every chance you get away from your children. All the crazy magic we tried and all the close calls she had trying to hide that colossal cock and those titanic tits. Not to mention the nights spent holding her close, feeling her soft flesh press into mine and burying my head in her long, flowing mane, the scent of warm hay, petrichor, and a hint of her musk lulling me to sleep.
 
What kind of magical shenanigans did the two of you get up to?
 
Did you ever decide one day that she deserved to have someone be able to take her length? Did she aim her unnaturally large cock at your tight hole, her horn glowing, relaxing your insides and allowing her to spear you all the way to the base? Did you let her go bareback?
 
Did the two of you ever decide to have a messy fun night at home, Snails enchanting her already virile nuts into overproduction, cumming for hours and hours almost nonstop and painting every last surface with a thick glaze of her delicious, musky horsespunk?
 
What about something a little more extreme? Did the two of you ever experiment with shrinking? Would she have ever shrunken you down to half her height, nuzzling that thick cock almost as tall as you were? Maybe even taking it a bit farther, making you small enough to stuff between her colossal tits, or to climb inside one of her condoms as she slid it over her dick, pressing you against her throbbing cockflare?
 
Did the two of you ever get up to anything kinky with one or more additional partners?
 
I've never let her take me back there, though there was the one night she cast a bodyswap spell on us. Having a cock that massive and huge, heaving breasts that felt so full of creamy milk was amazing, as was feeling my own massive horsecock spear into my womb, rutting me senseless until my balls pulled taut and my yard long penis flexed and spasmed uncontrollably between my drooling breasts. As was feeling someone nurse from me, her lips sucking away making me wink and moan as she drained me, then used her fingers to pry my teats open so she could swell them back up with her spunk. After we changed back, she demanded I spend the night sleeping inside her after sex, telling me that after knowing how amazing it feels to be balls deep in her sex she wanted to make sure I could feel it as much as I wanted. And I told her the same thing right after suckling from both her swollen breasts, that I'd happily pound her nipples and leave her sloshing after learning of that incredible fullness and dull ache of constant pleasure from spunk-filled teats.
 
Messy nights were one of our first forays into magic, her initial enchantment ending up getting both of us stuck in the bathroom for a full day. I spent my time geysering into the toilet, my cum flushing it over and over as she flooded the bathtub after I hastily yanked out the plug completely. After toning it down some, she managed to find the perfect way to get her climaxes to simply blend together. We'd still do things in the bathroom - tile is far easier to scrub cum off of than carpet. I'd start her off slow, sliding my length inside her from behind and sitting down against the wall, then both of us gripping her cock like we were masturbating. I'd work the base and she'd tease her shaft and flare, her cock copiously lubricated by her magically increased precum production. We'd sit opposite a full length mirror, her face beet red as we watched ourselves stroke that girthy erection to climax.
 
When she started cumming I'd nibble her ear and keep my my stroking, telling her to simply relax and let her semen simply flow out of her and bask in the sensations. As she let herself go her blush of embarrassment would fade and she'd start to smile and pant, a goofy grin working its way across her face as she closed her eyes and focused on her sex winking hard around my shaft and her yard of cock spasming and spurting all over her reflection. After a few nights of just painting the mirror, I'd put away all our toiletries and pull us to our feet when she'd reduced our image in the mirror to a solid mass of milky white. Whispering encouraging words, I'd tell her how good it would feel to paint the entire room ceiling to floor with spunk, to stand in a room slathered in her musky seed, physical proof of her beautiful cock's virility and magnificence. And with that I'd move around, her toes barely able to touch the floor as she hung from my erection, her hands feeling the underbelly of her penis spasm and flex with each messy gush as mine aimed it to evenly coat the sink, the showerhead, the toilet, everything. Cleanup took a full day, but the look on her face as she kissed me, both of us nude and ankle deep in her semen was more than worth it.
 
Shrinking was an interesting day. I took off work at her behest and she sprung it on me in the morning. Waking up six inches tall instead of six feet is quite a shock, let alone seeing your colossal partner looming over you. Though I must admit riding around in her cleavage was rather erotic, as was the fact that while she shrank my body she didn't shrink my cock and balls. Being a shy girl's personal dildo is something I'd recommend anyone try at least once. All she had in mind was simply gently gripping my body and sawing my erection in and out of her sex until we came, but given my proclivities to push the envelope things just went from there. I spent an hour or two hilted within her trapped inside her panties, my mouth furiously lapping at her clit as she stumbled around the house and moaned, cumming herself silly over and over.
 
Then I had the idea of sliding inside her condom before she put it on, wanting to feel the full force of her spurts firsthand. With my erection throbbing against her own, she began to slowly jerk herself, holding her cock steady between her breasts as she built herself towards climax. This was before she shared some of her length with me, so I was definitely small enough to fit inside. After several minutes of her softly stroking I got a little impatient and began to lap at her urethra. The muffled cries I heard through the latex between us urged me on, her stroking becoming more forceful. Sliding upwards, I angled the tip of my erection against her flare and softly ground it inwards, teasing her opening with my glans. She gasped, tightening up and jerking faster, moaning impatiently as her cock spat a massive jet of pre out against mine.
 
What I wasn't expecting was her hand to catch the bottom ring of the condom and accidentally tug on it, the reservoir tip behind me pushing me inside her and making her eyes glaze over with pleasure. I could feel the incredible force of her cum blasting me out and pinning me against the inside of the condom, the deluge of semen geysering across my erection and the musk of bathing in her semen getting me spurting hard as well as I quickly held my breath and was knocked around inside the swelling balloon of sperm.
 
As for multiple partners, we did play with a cloning spell once. Let me just say that being rewarded for filling every one of your girlfriend's holes with a thick horsecock and worshipping her fat dick and sweaty nuts with a trio of eager mouths by having three of her grinding their erections against your body and taking turns alternating between filling your belly with ball-swelling milk, riding your cock hard and coating you in viscous semen is most certainly a night to remember.
 
Did she ever ask you to fill her in both holes, doubling your cock for the night so you could pound her ass and pussy as her big tits bounced and swayed?
 
Instead of cumming in ecstasy did she ever light up her horn and magically pump every ounce of her viscous seed into your own heavy nuts, teasing your cock until you came like a firehose, pints and pints of thick cream spraying out of your dick in a matter of seconds?
 
Did she ever get tired of carrying around that massive package all day, magically separating it from herself and entrusting it to you? Did you ever carry it around town, stroking the enormous rod until thick dollops of cream were running down the side of some building or sign, knowing that back home your love was probably writhing in pleasure, still able to feel your ministrations on her yard-long cock?
 
Anal sex was a touchy subject for a while with her until I begged her to let me just try playing with her rear with my hands first. But the moment I found her prostate and gave it a firm massage she bit her lower lip and groaned, thick spurts of pre geysering from her cock as she sputtered and shyly asked me what was going on. I grinned and told her that I was massaging her prostate, giving it another few rubs as I asked her if I should stop. Her urgent pleas to keep going cemented her newfound pleasure between us. That very night I stuffed my thick length inside her rear, her body adjusting surprisingly quickly before I was thrusting long and deep into her ass and listening to her whimper and pant as my flare and medial ring ground into her sensitive spots over and over. It was the very next night she strolled into the bedroom with her horn aglow, casting off the bedsheets and making me shudder and gasp as she pulled a second identical horsecock from my sheath and climbing atop me, floating over  pair of thick condoms and slipping them effortlessly onto my growing erections. Safety assured, she eased herself onto both my lengths and bashfully demanded I rut her senseless. Winking and clenching around me I winced as I felt a sudden tightness followed by relief as a second pair of balls descended into my sack, all four of them feeling incredibly swollen. Watching her bounce in my lap was hypnotic, her sweat-drenched balls rolling back and forth on my belly wafting their heady musk up to my nose as her thick cock thrust between her jiggling breasts, dollops of cream splattering down on us as her lush ass rippled with every slap of my hips against hers. When I finally came, she leaned down and slammed her entire flare into her mouth, aiming her cumchannel down her throat and gulping loudly as she shuddered in climax from the bulging swells of the condoms in her womb and bowels.
 
She sometimes plays a little prank on me by doing just that, magically teleporting her seed out of her swollen flare and deep into my testes. It makes me groan and squirm, my balls feeling like I haven't cum in years as I write and swell with semen until my nuts are larger than hers. It always takes a few agonizing seconds of sitting there with overstuffed balls before my cock catches up and I convulse involuntarily, my entire body curling forward slightly as my abdominal muscles all contract with my dick, an inch-thick jet of both our seed rocketing out of my body. I can feel the clenching spasm rapidly as my testes slowly deflate, faintly feeling her kiss on my cheek as I shudder in constant climax for minutes. I always come to my senses to see her snuggling against me, her hand wrapped around my erection as she softly milks the last of her seed from me and kisses my neck.
 
The day she discovered she could detach her cock with a simple spell, she was rather glad she hadn't learned of it earlier. Now that she was more comfortable with her yard long endowment, she was happy she hadn't ended up simply snapping it off and hiding it in her closet for the rest of her life. That being said, she did wonder what it would be like to spend some time without an erect flare bobbing beneath her chin or a set of heavy balls knocking between her legs. The incantation would last a week, and afterwards it would reattach safely so after confiding in me we agreed it would be a fun experiment. Little did we know at the time that despite no longer being attached, her heavy member would still send sensations back to her mind instantly. We found that out when I lifted her disembodied cock and she shuddered, both of watching as it grew erect.
 
Feeling a little mischievous  and seeking payback for getting my balls treated like the condoms she wears to bed every night, I decided to sneak her cock into a large duffel bag and take it with me on an early morning jog. Carefully nestling the sleeping giant among other clean gym gear, I set out to have a little fun with her. Most of the town was still asleep at this hour, the sun barely risen and morning dew still fresh on the grass. Pausing a few blocks away from our house, I took a look around to ensure that no one was watching and pulled out my new toy. I could tell she was getting close to waking as her cock was already half hard, but a few licks in sensitive places and some deep tissue testicle massage got her achingly stiff rather quickly. Giving her balls a good firm kneading I began to work my fingers behind her sensitive flare, teasing her hottest pleasure points until I could feel her twitching near climax. Aiming at a nearby street sign I gave her nuts a gentle squeeze, sending her over the edge. A fountain of viscous semen poured out of her swollen flare, dousing the sign in mayonnaise-thick morning cum again and again. I grinned wide as I pictured her writhing in bed, crossing her legs in vain as her phantom cock's climax made her howl and pant.
 
Moving on, I came across the park and had another deliciously devious idea. Heading inside the public restrooms and treading carefully near the wet floor signs I found myself standing before four pristine urinals. Setting my bag down on the freshly cleaned countertop, I pulled out her cock and teased it to erection once more. In my minds eye, I pictured her in the shower, scrubbing her large breasts clean as my ministrations got her leaning against the wall of the shower, bracing herself for another orgasm. I grinned at her imagined surprise when I wouldn't stop at just one. Standing before the first urinal I undid my pants and nestled her heavy balls inside atop my own. Carefully balancing it, I snapped the button over the top of it so it looked for all purposes like I possessed a yard long horsecock and it was hanging out of my fly. Gripping my new appendage, I stood back and began to stroke it. Slow at first, but then building faster and faster, taking time to reach down and rub her balls squeezed into my pants. With little warning she came hard, thick gouts of spunk splattering all over the porcelain urinal and most of the wall surrounding it. I watched in awe as she painted the gleaming surface a creamy white with her spunk for several minutes before tapering off. The next three fixtures got the same treatment, my mind thinking up visions of her collapsing to the floor and moaning in lust, her hand furiously grinding into her uncontrollably winking maresex as the other squeezed and milked her thick nipples as I splattered the bathroom wall with her yogurt like cum.