Brian clenched his teeth. Behind him, Brit was pushing the head of her girl dick against his ass.
He was trapped between the two gorgeous, sexy Futa. But he wasn't worried. The taste of Brit's cum had been so wonderful maybe he could just give her a little of what she wanted. If he was skilled enough, perhaps he could convince her to pump a little more of her liquid chocolate into his mouth?
Maybe he'd even get to fuck her?
"Open your mouth slut," Ursula commanded.
Meanwhile, Brit's fleshy head pushed at his starfish.
There was a knock on the door.
***
Chapter 02
"What the fuck?" Ursula said, looking up.
"You said we were alone out here," Brian said, annoyed. After cumming so hard just a few moments ago, he was already hard again. Somehow. With the shock and surprise of getting fucked in the ass by two horny dick girls and loving it, he was looking forward to seeing where all this might lead.
The Brian of 24 hours ago would have been stunned.
Behind him, Brit had frozen. The slippery head of her mammoth girl dick paused at his entrance. "I thought we were."
Ursula let go of Brian's hips and stood. "I'll see who it is." She put on a filmy bit of lingerie that had been draped over the back of an overstuffed chair. Brian thought she was the sexiest creature he'd ever laid eyes on. He could not believe she had just fucked him in the ass, and here he was, ready to go again.
Ursula padded over to the front door. After checking the spy hole in the door, she opened it wide without hesitation.
"Well look who it is," Ursula said. "I thought you sluts had flown the coop. Come on in."
At the sound of visitors, Brian rose up and knelt on the floor. Brit did the same and wrapped her arms and legs around Brian from behind and held him like a protective mother.
"Stay right here with me, baby," Brit whispered in his ear. "Your life could depend on it."
Three huge figures stepped inside, their heads grazing the door header, stomping their feet and unzipping their parkas.
"I didn't expect to see you here," Ursula said, helping the first visitor remove their parka.
"We tried to get out, but we had to turn around. The road is completely blocked."
"Anyone else from Cabin 2 still here?"
"Yep. Nine more horny sluts making the most of the storm."
"You didn't keep any boys to pass the time?"
"Fuck no. The camp elders got them out before we knew what was happening."
"That's too bad. I guess you'll have to make do with each other."
"We started a circle jerk a couple of hours ago. Then we saw your light, so Solveig asked us to invite you over. Wanna join?"
"So I can help you worship that sixteen-inch python of hers?"
"Call it a team effort. Actually, we're about to gangbang that slutty Futa visiting from Ukraine. She's been begging for it. You know her. Amita. She keeps bending over and waggling her ass. And a fine ass it is. Whattaya say? We gotta pass the time somehow until this fucking storm is done."
The three visitors had shed their parkas and tossed them onto a nearby coat stand. From his vantage point kneeling on the floor, Brian was awestruck at the sight of the three stunning goddesses. As tall as Ursula, they were all blonde, hollow cheeked, and drop-dead gorgeous. They all wore white silk lingerie and luxurious stay up nylon stockings.
"Come over and warm yourselves by the fire," Ursula said. "I have a surprise to show you."
"Oooo, I love surprises," said one of the goddesses.
Brian strained against Brit's grip, to no avail. This was beyond embarrassing, to be introduced to three gorgeous women while naked, kneeling at their feet. He wanted to melt into the floor.
Once again, Brit whispered in his ear. "Do not say one word. You are our sub. These are the camp disciplinarians. You are not ready for their kind of discipline. Trust me on that."
The four women approached the fire and stood around Brit and Brian. All were wearing diaphanous, revealing lingerie, seamed nylons and garters. Thick rubbery poles hung loosely to the lower-thigh on each of the gorgeous Futa.
"Whoa!" said one of the newcomers. "You've been holding out on us."
Ursula grinned. "Astrid, Elva, Luna, this is our new sub, Brian. As you can see, Brit has him rather occupied."
"Bottom Brian," Astrid said with a grin. She gestured Brit's core, nudged into Brian's ass. "I see you're on shotgun, Brit baby."
"You look like you could use some help," said Luna.
"He's a big one," Elva said. Her cock stiffened and lengthened as she spoke.
"Not your usual soft young boy," Astrid said.
Ursula waived them away. "Sorry sluts, this one's a virgin."
"Fuck!" Astrid said. "We can help you break him, Ursa. What a way to spend a snowed-in long weekend!" She stroked her long flexible organ absent mindedly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Yes!" Luna cried. "Just what I need. And I thought this week was gonna be a total loss."
"Drag 'im over to Cabin 2," Elva said. "Wait'll the girls get a hold of that ass!" Her cock was visibly rising. Already it was pointed to the floor a few feet in front of her.
Ursula shook her head. "He's staying right here. You starving sluts would tear him apart."
Astrid swept a couple of fingers around her dick slit. She put them in her mouth and sucked, then dropped her hand back to the monster between her legs. "Solveig's going nuts without a manhole for that cum cannon of hers. If she finds out..."
Ursula looked pointedly at Astrid. "Are you going to tell her?"
Astrid's face broke out into a wide grin. "Maybe not."
Ursula's heart sank. "Okay, what do you want?"
"You know what I want. Have you fucked him yet?"
"Yep. But Brit hasn't. We were just switching."
Astrid licked her lips. "Give us a taste."
"It's only fair," Luna said. "All the boys are camp property, after all."
"She's right," Elva said. "Camp rules."
"Girls, this one's a rescue pet. We pulled him out of the broken ice a few hours ago. He's still recovering."
"So he's not a trainee."
"Right. He hasn't signed a contract. Yet"
Brian caught the 'yet'. His ears perked up.
Ursula lowered her voice and gestured the three Futa close so Brian couldn't hear. "I need to see this through. He's nowhere near broken. He can still say 'no', so I don't want to scare him off before Brit and I have turned him."
Astrid nodded, whispering. "Okay. I see what you mean. How long do you need?"
"Tell you what. Come back noon Sunday. By then, he'll be our greedy slut and ready to take us all."
Ursula and the three visitors broke their huddle and stood around the form of the man held fast between Brit's legs.
"How's it goin' cum sluts?" Brit said cheerily as she hugged Brian's chest from behind.
Brian craned his neck upward as best he could. He wished he could disappear into the floor. The situation was beyond humiliating, but he was curious to get a sense of who these women were. The firelight flickered on their faces, impressing upon him their awesome and dominating presence.
Like the two sisters, they were all blonde, Nordic, huge, and stunningly beautiful. Dressed in lingerie and nylons, they were a wet dream come true. Except for the thick long poles bouncing between their legs, of course.
The one called Astrid dropped to her knees to face him. The others, Ursula, Luna, and Elva did the same, surrounding Brian and Brit on all sides. Brit released her hold on him and leaned back, resting her hands on the floor behind her. Five horny Futa kneeled around him, their breasts just below his eye level.
Each of the newcomers regarded him with a look Brian could only describe as...hungry. All five Futa had monstrous cocks. To his horror, Brian realized they were all slowly rising, stiffening steadily at the sight of his naked form as he kneeled upright on the beaver pelts.
"You two have never failed us yet," Luna said. "He doesn't look like your typical softie, does he?"
"We did pull him out of the lake," Brit said from the floor.
"So he's kinda yours for keeps," Elva said, grinning. "Is that what you're saying?"
Brian's eyes caught movement. Elva's cock had risen completely off the floor, growing thicker by the second. He looked around. The other cocks were all doing the same. Behind him, he felt Brit's fourteen-inch pole straightening and lengthening under his balls.
The four other Futa knee-crawled closer, closing the circle. Four fleshy cockheads poked into his midsection while the length of Brit's pole snaked between his legs. He was the hub of a wheel, surrounded by five throbbing spokes. They were all thick and long and rock hard. Precum from the twitching girl-cocks soaked his torso and dripped over his ass and his dick.
Which was also hard.
A fact that did not go unnoticed.
That familiar musky scent was overwhelming. Brian's mind was turning to mush. His breathing accelerated; his cock twitched and bounced.
With the flats of her hands, Brit reached in front and pushed his knees together, squeezing his thighs tight around her thick, oozing rod.
Silently the other four Futa inched closer. Their thick rigid poles, made slippery from their own precum, slid up his torso as the Futa girls approached. Four thick, pulsing organs angled into him, their thick fleshy heads crawling up his body towards his neck. The veins in all of them were pulsing and throbbing, engorged so completely they stood out along their girl-cock lengths, begging to be caressed and squeezed and rubbed and stroked.
The five gorgeous Futa locked arms around each others' shoulders, and closed in on their rescue pet. Four huge girl cocks, the smallest being Ursula's and Brit's at fourteen inches, pressed their full lengths into his torso. Astrid put her hand on the top of his head and pushed down. The man was not strong enough to resist her.
Surrounded in a forest of girl cock, Brian sank down until his head was level with five sets of gorgeous, full, Futa breasts, each the size of small cantaloupes. The women closed in on him and pressed their breasts all around his head, on all sides. Together the Futa locked arms, swishing and slipping their breasts into his face and neck and head. A nipple was forced into his mouth. A cock head nudged at his cheek.
This is insane.
Brian's mind fought thru and haze of lust and need. Hands were all over his body, his legs, his throbbing cock, jerking him hard. The breasts surrounding him rotated and undulated around his face, forcing first one leaking nipple into his mouth, retracting that, then pushing in another. And another. And another.
Ten hands were all over him, rubbing and squeezing and pinching and caressing his body. Tongues licked him front and back. Lips brushed his skin and began the serious business of giving him hickeys all over his body.
Several strong hands pushed on his back, forcing his torso forward and parallel with the floor.
Brian realized he was being pulled into "beginner position".
"That's it, baby," one of the newcomers cooed in his ear. "You want it, don't you? You want it sooo bad."
A hot fat pole slid up and down his ass crack.
A hand pushed his head down, down, down towards the floor, lifting his ass into prime entry position. His face rested between a monstrous pair of girl balls, hot and bursting with cum, her cock draped over his head.
A finger slipped into his asshole. And then another. In and out the fingers pumped his ass.
Another finger. Three fingers rotated and curled, testing his tightness, measuring his resilience.
They were readying him for plunder.
Fingers slipped into his hair. Clenching into a tight fist, they yanked his head up to face a huge fleshy pole. The shaft slid along his cheek as the Futa drew his lips along her mighty shaft. Brian pushed out his tongue, leaving a wet trail along the length of the pulsing girl cock.
"You've made him a good cocksucker already," said a rough voice above him. "Open your mouth, boy slut. It's feeding time. I've got a big, thick surprise for you. Suck it good and you'll have a reward. A thick, creamy reward."
The Futa all pressed in on him, leaving no gap, no firelight between them. Several hands gripped his head, forcing his mouth open and drawing him closer to the mighty sperm gun, pulsing and ready to take his mouth.
"Girls." It was Ursula.
"Girls! Stop. You can't fuck him. Not yet."
Ursula put her hand on Astrid's hip.
The Nordic beauty was about to plunge into the man's mouth. "You can't be serious."
"Give us forty-eight hours girls, and he'll be begging for your meat," Ursula said.
"He wants it now. Look at him! Look how high his man ass is."
"No. We have to break him in first. He's ours. At least for now."
"Thirty-six," Astrid said, licking her lips. "If anyone can break a big ole' man in 36 hours, it's you two horny sluts."
Ursula caught Brit's eye. Her sister nodded. "Thirty-six then. Noon Sunday. Bring plenty of lube. Oh, and be prepared to lay open your pussies too. He's got the perfect equipment."
"I had 'im in my pussy just now," Brit said. "I came two ways."
"At once?" Luna said, in awe. "I gotta admit, it's been a while since I've had a good double cum. The soft boys we get here couldn't fill a puppy's pussy. That sounds like a thoroughly delicious treat."
The Futa all stood, still encircling Brian. Briefly, Astrid swept the head of her cock onto his lips, smearing pre-cum all over his mouth. Instinctively Brian licked the slimy fluid, tasting her. His fog of lust grew more dense.
Astrid shoved on Brian's shoulder, pushing him sideways onto the floor at their feet. She slid the bottom of her surprisingly delicate nylon foot flat over Brian's face. The tall Futanari swished her foot around and around, curling her toes into his mouth, then slipping the ball of her foot over his eyes and around his cheeks. She let her sexy nylon foot linger there until he'd breathed in her scent and taken in her pheromones. Felt her moisture.
Elva did the same, then Luna.
As a final show of domination, the three visiting Futa stood around him together and swept their sweaty nylon feet around his face, into his mouth, his eyes, sweeping them around and around and around his face. The smell of their feet, the intensity of their pheromones, the magical swishy feel of fine nylon stretched taut over the curves of their sexy feet, the pinching and squeezing of their toes all over his face, it all made him dizzy with lust.
Brian had never thought about nylons and foot fetishes before, but when the women had all swished their sweaty nylon feet and toes around his face and in his mouth, he'd somehow realized they were marking him. Was this some Futa ritual, claiming their prize as his dick throbbed and twitched in midair?
Nylon feet were suddenly objects of pure sex to him. He resolved that if he ever got out of here with his sanity intact, he'd try to convince his wife Sarah to start wearing nylons. To his knowledge, she never had.
When the Futa had finished with him, for now, and had begun to get dressed for the snow, a deep sense of need and longing filled Brian's soul. He found himself wondering what it might have been like had Ursula let them spirit him back to Cabin 2, rendering him the object of all that lust.
What had Brit said? 'You're not ready for their kind of discipline'.
It actually sounded kind of - exciting.
When the door closed, Ursula returned to the fireplace. With a single motion, she swept the nightdress off her body and knelt on the floor in front of him. Brian started to rise from the floor, beginning to recover from the Futa nylon foot attack, but Brit laid a powerful grip on his arm, holding him face down, sunk into the soft, thick beaver pelts. She crawled around to his raised rear where she straddled the backs of his legs. There she began to deeply caress and massage his ass cheeks.
Her magic fingers felt fantastic.
"Mistress?"
That made Brit happy. Her lessons were taking.
"Yes, baby?"
"Who were those women - Futa. Where am I? Are they really planning to come back and rape me? I have a wife and daughter."
Brit's fingers worked deep into his glut muscles. The man's ass was an object of pure sex to her, as enticing to a Futa as a woman's gorgeous breasts are to a man. After playing around a bit, she pulled his ass cheeks apart with her thumbs and forefingers. "We're not going to rape you, baby. That's not what we do."
"What - do you do?"
"We're trainers. This is our little place of business. You've stumbled into private property, Brian. This is Camp Futanari, where we take in willing young men and turn them into Futa sluts."
"F-futa sluts?"
Brit slid a finger into her mouth and sucked on it, with a wet, slurpy sound. Withdrawing the soaking finger, she slipped it into his ass as far as it would go. Twenty-four hours ago Brian would have been horrified. Now he pushed back into it.
"Futa sluts. Hungry boys who willingly enroll for training to take foot-long girl cock. Their sole goal is to please their Futa mistresses." She curled her finger inside his tunnel. He raised his core in response.
Ursula crawled so her knees were on either side of Brian's head. "And they can't very well do that if both holes aren't conditioned to take oversized Futa cum sticks."
"But, but I'm not..."
"Hush," Ursula said. "Futanari are naturally superior sexual beings. We have both sex organs. Our cocks and our pussies are enhanced massively compared to SEPs."
"SEPs? What's that?"
"Single-Equipped Persons. Men and women. You. You're a single-equipped person."
Brit slipped another finger into Brian's ass. It made her happy when his core pushed back slightly to meet it. His body was loving her attention, even if she didn't fully control his mind yet. That would take far longer. "Futa are the apex of humanity. We're typically taller than six feet, often much more. Ursy and I are six-six. That's pretty typical. All Futanari emit powerful pheromones that stun hapless males, drawing them deep into their sexy orbits."
"Our pheromones are our superpower," Ursula said with a smile. "Futa are relentlessly horny. We can cum virtually endlessly when properly stimulated. Or we can hold off cumming almost indefinitely, if we choose. We can stay rock hard for an entire night, doesn't matter if we've cum one time or twenty. We can make a near endless supply of cum. Some Futa can spew a quart cum on every orgasm. Our huge ball sacs can manufacture cum almost as fast as we can spew it out. All-night fuck sessions get very, very wet indeed."
"And then there's the gang bangs."
"Oh yes. Buckets and buckets of delicious, creamy, additive Futa cum."
"Speaking of gang bangs, subservient males make us horny as fuck. We revel in being worshipped and loved."
Ursula stroked her hard cock. "And fucked. As Brit said, we're pretty much horny all the time."
"Futa have been described as sexual thoroughbreds. Relentless, horny, fuck machines."
"Shit," thought Brian. "What have I stumbled into?" And yet, a significant piece of him harbored a secret desire to be thrown into a circle of insatiable living sex machines and ravaged for hours and hours, well past consciousness.
"Do you have sex with women?"
"Of course," Brit said, from her kneeling position behind him. "But it's gorgeous man-ass we crave the most." She slipped yet another finger into his hole. She kissed his ear and rolled her three fingers around his back tunnel, stretching it, massaging his prostate, preparing him for her girl meat.
Brian was loving Brit's attentions on his ass. Who knew? His cock was hardening up quickly. He had no idea ass play was so - hot. Again, his thoughts went to Sarah.
Would she consider switching it up?
Ursula noticed Brian's rising pleasure. She watched in fascination, licking her lips as the head of his cock crept along the beaver pelt.
"Where do you find these men?"
"A few ways," Ursula said, crawling closer and sliding the head of her dick around his face, smearing her precum around his mouth. She noted with satisfaction he didn't back away or resist. "Futanari are worshipped among cults of people worldwide. Young men from these cults are offered up to Camp Futanari. But placement is difficult, and very coveted. If they're lucky or good enough to be accepted, we train them to become Futa serfs.
"There are other ways boys are introduced to the camp. Many Futanari are highly successful and wealthy people. Some visit our little retreat in the woods with a boy they've already bought, or who has begged to serve them. Our job at Camp is to break him in, to ready him for a life of blissful sexual servitude."
"Ursy and I are the first step in the process of conversion."
"In a way, we fuck them into compliance," Ursula said, smiling. "We also get LOTS of unsponsored applicants. You wouldn't believe the size of our application queue."
Brit was pushing his face into the beaver pelts, forcing him into prime beginner position. It was hard for Brian to talk. He managed to turn his head enough to be heard. "How do you decide?"
"How do we decide what, slut?"
"Your applicants. How do you decide?"
Ursula looked up at her sister. "He really isn't getting it, is he?" She gave Brian a firm swat on the back of the head, not enough to hurt him. But it got his attention.
"Mistress," she spat, her voice sodden with impatience.
Fuck. He'd forgotten. There was no point in defying them now. "How do you decide, Mistress?"
Ursula flashed a grin at her sister, unseen by the man, who's head was on the floor, now between her thighs. "All applicants must be at least nineteen and willing to give up their past life and relationships completely. No exceptions. They must sign a comprehensive contract acknowledging this, and much more, to be considered for the next step. They are not coerced; they are not forced to sign at any time. These virgin boys flock to us because they want to. They need to be broken. They desperately want their soft bums to be opened up and filled with hot creamy Futa cum - the best and most addictive in the world."
Brit slipped a fourth finger into his ass. This let her get a part of her palm inside of him. Her fingers crawled around inside, probing for his walnut.
Brian's mind was filled with Futa pheromones, fogged with lust and desire at Brit's attentions. The taste of Ursula's precum lingered in his mouth. His tongue rolled it around, savoring its silky, thick texture.
Ursula stared at her sister's wrist. The muscles in Brit's forearm flexed as her fingers worked around inside Brian's ass. "We have a central committee in New York that carefully screens all applicants. Each hopeful is psychologically tested, given a slate of physicals, and put through a series of interviews. The most promising twelve service-boy trainees are sent to Camp Futanari for six weeks of boot camp, where we prepare them for market. Ursula and I get them first, in two tranches of six. Our job is to condition their minds and bodies for on-demand Futa cock. During the breaking, we may invite a few girls to help out in ten- to twelve-hour fuck sessions. This cabin is where the six boys are broken. It usually takes less than 72 hours. During those three days and nights, they are permitted virtually no sleep. We open up their virgin asses and fuck them non-stop for the entire time they are in this cabin. They are taught to deep throat fourteen-inch cock without gagging. They are taught the art of sucking Futa cock, and how to stimulate our cocks exactly the way we like it. We teach them how to squeeze and pump their ass muscles for maximum cock pleasure. We pump gallons of creamy, thick Futa cum into each boy, enough to addict them utterly several times over. All through the breaking, their orgasms are strictly controlled.
"Once each boys is broken, we pass him to other teams in camp for psychological indoctrination and training in all the skills they need to be good slaves to their Mistresses. If they pass our rigorous six-week program, they undergo a weekend trial where Cabin 2 puts them through their paces to ensure they're ready for a life of Sex and Servitude."
"Lots of times the girls in Cabin 2 invite us over," Brit said brightly. "I love the S&S weekends."
"Glad I'm not on the cleanup crew." Ursula said softly.
"What's that? Uh, Mistress."
Ursula laughed. "Any time you get twenty FUTA girls gang banging a dozen boys for two days and nights?"
"They're practically drowning in Futa cum," Brit said, her voice wistful. "They literally need mops."
"Is this legal?"
Brit pulled her hand out of Brian's ass and massaged his button with the slippery pads of four well-lubed fingers. "They're old enough to give themselves willingly. Remember, while they're under contract, they want to be here. Giving up their family and all their past relationships is the price of The Life. Sometimes, at the moment of penetration, a boy would protest, beg even, for us not to shove our steel into his ass. We allow second thoughts, of course, but they always get over it. In every instance, with zero exceptions, our new butt-boy toy is a volunteer. He can leave at any time and exit his contract."
Brian could not believe his ears. Why had he not heard of this? "Who buys the ones you've...broken?"
"Every six weeks we host special weekends here in camp for wealthy Futanari who want to sample our graduates. It starts with a 'dance party', followed by several mixers and games. If she fancies one, a Futa can carve out a boy and transact a direct purchase any time during the weekend. If there are any boys left after that, we put them up for auction.
"The highest prices are paid for boys, or in some cases men, who are eager and strong enough for their mistress to bring them to a weekend fuck party with a half dozen of her horny Futa friends and take all the cum and cock the girls can pound into him for a night and a day. If a boy has enough left over to happily present his holes for his Mistress on Sunday night, still able to wash and pamper her body the next morning, having gotten up early enough to make her a delicious breakfast after washing her panties and nylons and setting out her day clothes before she heads to work, those boys are worth their weight in gold."
"That's where Cabin 2 comes in."
"The girls in Cabin 2 can definitely separate the, ahem, boys from the men, so to speak."
"We get tour groups of Gen Z Futa girls coming in too. These Futa have sworn off marriage, at least to men. They often live together and share one or more slaves. They may be in the market to supplement their harems with a new boy or two."
"For the boys and men, it's an honor to be picked by a Futa. It's the pinnacle of fulfillment for a boy to be picked to serve as a sub to his Futa mistress."
"I never knew. What happens to the boys who don't get picked?"
"If they aren't picked up after three rounds of auction, they are released to the world, with an unbreakable non-disclosure agreement that would ruin them for life if they break it. But even the boys who don't get picked do very well on the secondary market."
"Secondary market?"
"Oh yes. There's a huge market for Camp Futa rejects. Lurking in the shadows of the dark web are countless Dominatrices who salivate at getting their nails into a Camp Futa castoff."
This was an incredible underworld Brian never knew about. He pictured leather-clad, huge-busted females cruising the web, buying boys at big discounts and secreting them away to their darkest dungeons for sexual torture and servitude.
"You mentioned Cabin 2. That's where those three wom - Futa came from. What's their story?"
Ursula and Brit exchanged glances. Brit nodded.
"The camp elders, of whom our mother is one, have sorted the twelve horniest, biggest, most aggressive Futa. They are assigned to Cabin 2. Their specialty is rough sex, gangbangs, and problem cases, in addition to administering the final trial before graduation. Remember I said the best boys are able to take a half-dozen horny Futa for a weekend and still be able to service his mistress on Sunday night? Its the job of Cabin 2 to prepare him for that. They take two boys at a time and put them through their paces. It can get quite...boisterous."
"Sometimes during the six-week program, a man or boy rebels, or doesn't pull his weight. If he's bad enough, he's consigned to Cabin 2 for reconditioning."
"Reconditioning? What the fuck is that?"
Ursula smiled. She thought back to a particularly erotic weekend. "There was a cocky, aggressive boy among our new crop of virgin volunteers. I knew he was trouble from the first day. After the orientation meeting, he walked up to Brit and squeezed her cock with both hands. He told her she needed a real man, not one of the sissy boys in camp. He said that before the week was over he was going to fuck her and make her his slut, then take her away to the City.
"The camp elders met and decreed he needed a strong lesson in subservience. He was fed to Cabin 2 where the sluts got the idea to release him to the forest. Solveig told him he could shove his dick inside her cunt and cum to his heart's content if he wasn't found in two hours. That was motivation enough for him. He signed a release describing his reward for winning, or his consequences for failure.
"They gave him a twenty-minute head start. When it was time, the elders opened the doors of Cabin 2, setting loose a wild pack of twelve naked, horny Futa, some of them seven feet tall. They leapt into the forest, whooping and hollering as they hunted him down, all of them leading with huge rock-hard cocks as big and thick as oak branches. They tracked him down in a few minutes, but they built the suspense by surrounding his position and screaming out the horrible abuses they were going to inflict upon him once he was caught. With just five minutes left, they converged on him, cowering under a creek bridge. You can imagine his horror at seeing twelve enormous angry hard cocks approaching from all directions. They fucked him senseless for several hours, right there in the mud, gang raping his soft ass and throat, filling him to overflowing with dozens and dozens of loads of thick creamy Futa cum. After he'd been fucked out of his mind and body, they dragged his limp form back to Cabin 2 where they'd arranged a welcome party. Waiting for him was a ravenous pack of monster teenage Futa visiting from Slovenia. These horny sluts had come to Camp Futa to learn how to manage their perennially hard and dripping eighteen-inch cum cannons. When they got their hands on the boy, they swarmed over him. It was a feeding frenzy. Eleven mindlessly horny girls pounded him mercilessly for three days and nights. I don't think a single one of them ever went soft. He was so full of Futa cum it was coming out of his ears. He was a babbling, mindless cum bucket after that.
"But the visiting Futa girls hadn't had enough. They bought the boy and spirited him back to their ancient village in central Slovenia where they feminized him completely. They gave him estrogen, had his body surgically enhanced, grew his hair. I'm told he lives to serve, with a closetful of sexy nylons, lingerie, heels and dresses to wear. Every now and then he writes to the elders, his messages overflowing with gratitude.
Brian felt faint. "Ursula, Brit, you can't feed me to a horde of - Futa - who would do that to a man just because his alpha male came out for a moment."
"Beside the most humble Futa, the most alpha male is putty in our hands. No Futa would take that shit from any man. If you're respectful and deferential, you'd probably enjoy a couple of days and night in Cabin 2."
"Probably?"
"You never know what crazy shit the sluts in Cabin 2 might come up with."
"But it might be good for you," Ursula said. "Think of the new world we're opening you up to."
"But if you do choose to go back to your family," Brit added, "we'll give you a couple of foot-long dildos to give to your wife."
"You're kidding right?"
"Trust me. You'll want her to use them. Think you can talk her into it?"
Brian didn't want to think about that. "Do you like feminizing your boys?"
"Some of 'em, yeah," Ursula said. "You wouldn't believe what a boy in nylons can do to the libido of some Futa girls."
"Ahem," said Brit. "I'm standing right here!"
Ursula laughed. "Yes, I'm talking about you honey."
Brit stroked her hard rod. "When I see a shaved boy in nylons and lingerie, my cock gets so hard I nearly faint." She looked at Brian, scanning up and down his legs.
Brian looked away. Obviously that wasn't going to happen. "These men and boys. The graduates. Are they really slaves?"
Brit smiled. "Not in the way you think. We have a wait list of men begging to be Futa slaves. Having a Futa mistress is the most satisfying life a subservient man could ever dream of. They can leave any time, but almost no-one ever does. These boys love to serve. They service their mistresses, wait on her, are available for all the sex she craves 24/7, attend to her every whim."
"Are they paid?"
"Oh yes. They receive sexual pleasure beyond belief."
"Endless sex. The most intense orgasms, and plenty of them. Ecstasy beyond belief."
Brit slipped two greasy fingers back into his ass. "The joy of being a bottom to a Futa is transcendent."
"And they never want for anything."
"Maybe you'd like to be a candidate for The Life?"
"Aren't you glad we saved you and brought you here?"
"Where IS here, anyway?"
"You're in a remote camp in central Maine. Camp Futanari is off the grid, with twelve large cabins. Everyone else left before the storm. But Brit and I stayed because we have plenty of provisions and we wanted a nice rest."
"We wanted to decompress for a while."
"At least that's what we thought we wanted."
Brit's fingers stroked in and out of his ass.
Brian found himself backing into her hand.
Fuck, I never knew how nice that feels.
"Until fate dropped you into our hands."
"Is that what you think? That I'm in your hands?"
"What I think," Ursula said, "is that we're wasting a good snowstorm. In thirty-six hours, a dozen horny monster sluts are coming through that door."
"A dozen? But there were only three."
"Do you really think they won't tell everybody? I'm just hoping they wait the full thirty-six hours."
"Why did you call them 'monster sluts'?"
"Because one of the criteria for being assigned to Cabin 2 is cock size."
Brian's dread soared. "What's the minimum?"
Ursula smiled. "Twelve inches minimum length, AND two inches minimum thickness. Some of those whores are much, much larger."
"Sweet mother of God!"
"I'm worried Ursy," Brit said. "They're gonna get out of control."
"Then we'd better get busy and prepare him for the onslaught."
Brit stopped and stared down at the side of Brian's face. "You are curious. You want to find out what's this is all about, don't you?"
Ursula's tongue slipped into his ear. "Don't you baby? Don't you, don't you, don't you?"
Oh fuck he was hard. So fucking hard.
These incredible goddess Futa girls wanted him. They wanted him so bad they were drooling. Their sex organs were pulsing and dripping.
Deep down Brian knew he'd never get another chance like this.
There was that musky smell again.
Without question, Brian was curious. What would it be like to be gang raped by a cluster of gorgeous, horny Futa girls?
They promised sexual ecstasy beyond measure.
He's locked away with the twins for days. Nothing he can do about that. It was as if the fates had conspired to give him this opportunity. And if he didn't like it, well, they said he could be on his way and no-one would ever be the wiser.
Sarah would never know.
Sarah.
Fuck.
His gaze wandered up and down the magnificent bodies of these Amazonian Futa girls. Despite their enormous throbbing dicks, they were sooo beautiful. So sexy. So magnetic.
And they smelled soooo good.
Their smell made his brain soft, foggy.
Ursula's magnificent cock was dripping precum and lube. Lube she'd applied just for him.
With Brit's fingers already claiming his ass, Ursula rubbed two fingers of her hand around the slit of her massive cock. The fingers came away glistening with precum. She smeared the musky fluid on his lips and slipped two fingers into his mouth.
Instinctively Brian licked his lips and tasted Ursula's precum.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Brian's dick immediately stiffened.
Ursula looked into his eyes. Her face betrayed exactly what she was thinking.
Say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes.
"Let me give you a taste, Brian," Ursula said. "You can say no, any time, and I'll stop. Okay?"
She poured another liberal amount of oily lube over her mammoth dick and stroked the full length of it with both hands, concentrating mostly on its bulbous head.
Brit pushed his shoulders a bit lower, raising his ass back into prime beginner position. She held him tight, bracing him for what was coming.
"There," Ursula said. "All slick and slippery. Okay, nice and gentle baby. Here I come."
"Slowly, Ursula," Brit warned. "It's his first time, remember."
The head of Ursula's massive cock pushed onto his lips, now slippery with her wonderful precum, as delicious as the finest chocolate. Behind him, Brit's cool soft flesh head pressed on his opening.
Brit grabbed hold of his hips. She started to pull him back to her. His body naturally resisted but she was too strong. She rotated her hips, pivoting the head of her rock-hard pipe around his button.
Instinctively he squirmed to get away, but Brit's grip on him was like iron. In front, Ursula's mighty rod was at his lips. He was trapped.
The soft squishy ball of Brit's flesh squeezed into his starfish. It was hot and damp and alive. It didn't try to force its way inside of him. It caressed him, slipped all around his little button, stimulating it, getting it oily and slick.
Despite himself, he had to admit it. This felt kind of...nice.
It felt really nice.
"Think he needs a little persuasion, sister?" Brit said from behind him.
"Go for it, baby," Ursula replied.
Immediately, Brit lowered her face to Brian's ass and slipped her tongue into his back door. The stunning blonde began to lick and slobber all over Brian's entrance.
Brian was shocked. Never had he even thought about Sarah going there. It was insane!
Upping her game, Brit curled the tip of her tongue. Stiffening it, she slid it inside him, waggling it back and forth inside the tight constriction.
Brian was awestruck. Never had he ever thought he could permit anything stimulating his ass. Let alone someone's tongue!
It was an impossible thought. But all these...Futanari...were so gorgeous. So feminine. And they have massive cocks!
Oh fuck. Her tongue feels so good. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
His brain was turning to mush. He was in a fog. A lusty, damp fog.
And he thought about Cabin 2.
Maybe Saturday night would be kind of exciting. To get dominated and fucked by so many gorgeous women. When would he ever have a chance like that again? Think of it!!
He pushed his ass back towards Brit.
What was happening to him?
Brit's attentions on his asshole had sprung his cock to full mast. A fog of lust was sweeping over him, imparting a powerful realization.
Brit and Ursula were right. Who would ever find out?
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Sarah would never find out.
And what if she did? She'd understand he couldn't pass this up.
Right?
When Ursula pushed the fleshy head of her cock onto his mouth, he opened wide.
Ursula smiled. "Be a good boy and you'll get to have sex with a horde of gorgeous sluts all Saturday night and right through to Tuesday. Think of it."
Brian could no longer think. Could no longer reason. All he could think of was giant round tits, long lean legs, thick Nordic hair. Soaking wet grasping pussies.
Nylon feet.
Gigantic leaking girl cocks.
Earlier, five of them had surrounded him, closed in on him. What would a dozen be like if they were allowed to finish the job?
Fuuuuuck. I should resist. I should, I should, I should. If I succumb to temptation now, I'll spend eternity in hell. It's not worth it, not worth it, not worth it."
"Soooo worth it," Brit breathed, as she spread cool slippery lube all over his ass.
My God! Had he spoken aloud?
Ursula pushed the bulbous, fleshy head of her cock a careful half-inch into his mouth. It was soaking wet with her precum, which Brian had earlier found...very tasty.
"So, so, soooo worth it."
At the same time, Brit slipped the head of her cock around his back entrance, testing his resistance. She smacked her lips. "This is where we were...interrupted."
Ursula slipped her hands into his hair, holding him fast. "Open your mouth wider, slut."
He opened his mouth as wide as he could manage.
It wasn't nearly enough.
Nevertheless, Ursula jammed the head of her cock between his teeth. There was barely enough room, but with a little force, she managed. She expected only the first quarter or so of her ramrod would fit this first time, but she was confident he could be trained to take it all soon enough.
At the same time, Brit lined up her own monster at the gaping entrance to his back-door hole. Earlier Ursula had ploughed the road, she thought gratefully, loving the sight of the narrow dripping tunnel opened by her sister's massive cock. In the end, he'd accepted it. Brit's job was to make him love it.
Ursula sat up and angled her stiff cock to line up with his upper body, then pushed. Brian gagged when the head of her dick slithered to the back of his mouth. "This was not happening," he thought. "They've defiled me in every way possible, and still they're not happy."
But, he had to admit, Ursula's precum tasted pretty damn fine.
That familiar pressure was back on his starfish.
Fuck. Brit's about to push in.
Earlier he'd cum while impaled on Ursula's cock and his dick in Brit's mouth. The intensity of the orgasm had blown his mind, knocking him unconscious for a few moments before Ursula had slapped him awake.
He's about to enter another round.
They'd convinced him to try girl cock. They made him realize if he didn't at least see what this was all about, he'd regret it forever.
He could say 'no more' and sleep in the guest room until Tuesday, then go back to Sarah and his life. He'd lock the door against the Cabin 2 assault and wait it out until the storm abates. No-one would be the wiser.
But.
But his life was a story of missed chances.
He'd let his wife down countless times. He'd passed on better jobs at home because he loved living at logging camp, playing poker, and fucking the camp whores.
But these Futa were offering something unlike anything he'd ever faced.
Ecstasy beyond limit.
Endless sex.
Hordes of stunning Futa girls desperate to fuck him.
And fuck him.
And fuck him.
Brian thrust his ass back hard, surprising Brit. The head of her dick popped inside.
Ursula pushed into his face, driving her dickhead into his throat. His gag reflex kicked in, and he began a series of swallowing motions to prevent himself from choking.
Ursula took the action in his mouth and throat for desire, incenting her to thrust forward. Brian's swallowing motion massaged her dick in all the right places, and she was loving what his throat could do for her. Ursula's precum dripped down his throat, coating his passage and infusing his insides.
"So good," Ursula thought. "He's a natural. His ass was perfect for my cock. And now, he's sucking it down his throat like he was born to be my personal dick slave."
Brian's ministrations were exactly suited to her massive meat. She fed him more and more of her thick wood, marvelling at seeing it slowly disappear into his gullet.
"Oh fuck, this is good," Ursula thought. "I love this guy."
This was the moment she began to hope that maybe, just maybe, this would be the slut they'd decide to keep. And that he would want them as his mistresses.
"Pull his hair back, baby," Ursula said to her sister. "I'm only six inches in and I need his throat lined up just right." She looked down on her new living orifice with a new-found tenderness. "Just relax your mouth and throat, baby slut. I'm coming in and it'll be so much more enjoyable for both of us if you embrace me. There are so many rewards if you can suck me all the way in. Now take a deep breath and hold on."
Brian felt Brit's fist clutching his hair. She yanked his head upwards, forcing him to look at the ceiling. Immediately, Ursula's fat fleshy pole began to slide deeper into his throat, its passage eased by the straight shot Brit had given her. With surprising speed and ease, Ursula's thick steel Futanari rod slithered across his lips, down his throat, and deep into his chest. Ursula's hypnotic soothing words and the taste of her precum had calmed him, numbed him even, preparing him for the fear and joy to come.
It shocked him, not only because she was doing this to him, but because he could take it, because he didn't choke. Because he didn't reject the massive girl cock invading his torso. His body did not repel its invader.
It shocked him because he liked it.
He loved the mouthfeel of the Futa's smooth fleshy pole. The taste of her precum coating his mouth, tasting like the finest chocolate. He reached up to grab her massive ball sac and caressed and squeezed it gently. There's an endless supply of her succulent, addictive chocolate in there.
Ursula knew exactly what he was thinking. Futa cum is genetically engineered to be addictive to men, to taste like their most beloved flavor. Once tasted, most men cannot resist, cannot stop sucking for more.
As the gorgeous Nordic Futanari's pubic bone glided towards his nose, Brian had the presence of mind to curl the tip of his tongue into the underside of her massive appendage, burrowing into one of her pulsing veins, giving her an impulse of incredible joy.
He was thrilled when the stunning sexy goddess cried out in delight, revelling in the juicy kneading this man was giving to her super-sensitive tubular weapon.
Brit was definitely NOT missing out on this. Witness to his surrender as she held the man in deep-throat position for Ursula's monster meat to plunder, Brit took advantage of his distraction and plunged forward, slipping the head of her slick trunk past his sphincter seemingly unnoticed. Relentlessly she pushed forward, driving her thick rod deep into his ass.
Deep, deep, deep with the speed of a snail.
The undulations of his ass muscles squirmed all over her rod, massaging her, kneading her in all the right places.
His ass was made for this! Never had she had such an active massage on her soft orgasmic veins as she plunged inside a man's ass.
With a mighty shove, Brit powered her girl dick home, hilting him. When she looked up at her sister, Brit couldn't believe what was happening. No way Ursy was balls deep inside his throat. Already!
Usually that takes days of conditioning.
Brian was filled with twin girl cocks, his front and rear passages stuffed and throbbing. Twenty-eight inches of hulking Futa girl cock pulsed inside his body.
Brit wondered if somehow their twin shafts might meet somewhere in there, pushing aside his inner organs to accommodate their glorious Futa meat.
Ursula knew he could not breathe, plunged as she was completely down his throat. She caught Brit's eye and nodded. By silent agreement the twins pulled out, slowly and deliberately, maximizing the feeling his innards gave them, emptying him of their meat, leaving him hollow and empty.
But not for long.
Ursula pushed again at his lips, smearing them with her precum. Brian licked the addictive substance greedily and licked the head of her rod until it was clean. He took a deep breath and opened wide, accepting her swift entry 'til her balls were again wrapped around his chin. She held for ten seconds or so, then withdrew. Five seconds to recover, then in yet again, face fucking this willing man, so easily broken, so happily taking her girl meat. With each cycle, her speed increased, her cock slithering in and slipping out of him like an industrial piston.
Her enormous dick, festooned with thousands of nerve endings, was on fire.
On the other end Brit was matching Ursula's cadence exactly. She dawdled briefly at his prostate on both the in and the out stroke, but the tight fit of her thick rod inside his virgin tube was driving her insane with pent-up lust.
The sisters gazed into each others' eyes, silently coming to agreement. Together they reached over his back and clasped hands. Their long manicured fingers intertwined and locked together in a near-unbreakable grip.
Like a hog on a spit, the man's body was speared from both ends, but unlike a roast, the spit was constantly in motion, the women pulling out together then using the strength between them, plunging back in. Out, In, Out, In.
Each of the five veins running the length of Ursula's cock was swollen to the size of a ballpoint pen, and they pulsed with the beat of her heart. The veins stiffened her shaft beyond belief, yet were super-sensitive to the slightest stimulus. The result of her incredible Futanari anatomy was that Ursula could cum and cum and cum in a seemingly endless string of orgasms, but with an unearthly stamina that almost never let her go soft. Her mighty ball sac was filled with a quart or more of hot sticky girl cum, and when her libido was elevated, her Futa factory went on overdrive, producing more and more cum as she fucked her quarry to submission. The sisters' incredible physiology were literally designed to let them fuck for endless hours, have dozens of orgasms, pump gallons of cum into their victims thereby rendering their opponents senseless and dazed, yet loving every last fucking second of it.
The sexy, gorgeous twins were Futa perfection - inexhaustible, predatory fuck machines on full overdrive.
Ursula had no reason to hold back. In fact, she couldn't stand it another second. She exploded, spraying deep down Brian's throat with a massive load of hot sweet cum. As she spewed her load inside of him, she pulled back to dowse his throat and then, so he could get the full immersive experience, she pulled back enough to fill his mouth to overflowing with her creamy, addictive, chocolate Futa cum.
She knew the effect a pint of her cum would have on him.
Brian was already addicted. The sisters' cocks were objects of pure beauty to him, and even seeing just the bulge beneath Ursula's lingerie when she returned to their midst had made him drool with desire. And yet, his cock fantasies did not turn to men.
There was also the matter of the addictive nature of the sisters' cum. He'd eagerly accepted her deep throating and when Ursula jetted her sweet sperm into his own throat, he'd greedily devoured her load. Her honeyed chocolate spunk was insanely good. It filled his mouth and he reveled in its glorious taste, its mouthfeel, and its insanely gorgeous, thick, rich texture.
Instantly his cock had returned to rock hardness; his brain had lost all reason. There was something about Ursula's cum that drove him wild with lust and kept him hard beyond his experience. So hard his dick actually hurt.
On Ursula's cock, his gag reflex had completely disappeared. He was eager to latch onto that glorious shaft and keep it inside of him for as long as he could hold his breath.
Which seemed like...forever.
He was so completely filled with gorgeous sexy girl dick. Somehow, he knew exactly what to do with it.
Simultaneously, Brian clenched his ass and initiated a series of swallowing motions in his throat. His goal was to give them both everything they dreamt of. He loved making them squeal with delight.
He was made for this.
The Futa sisters stared at each other over Brian's back. They could not believe their luck. A big, muscular man's man, a guy who until the Fates had delivered him into their clutches believed every cock save his own was disgusting, something to be avoided, too sickening to even look at.
Of course the camp's usual soft sissy boys always made the sisters horny as fuck. They had come to believe the celebratory orgies in Cabin 2, gangbanging a broken boy, were the epitome of sexual thrill and conquest.
But this.
Ursula wondered: could they share with other Futa? If they fed this willing slut to Cabin 2, with a dozen desperately horny Futa with massive steel rods, bursting ball sacs, and a weekend to kill, would she feel cheated?
The thought of keeping him for themselves drove both sisters over the edge. As one they blasted hot creamy cum deep into his body. Thousands of nerve endings sparkled in their dicks, sending powerful shockwaves up and down their bodies and swamping their brains. This built their lust to even greater levels, and they rutted in and out of their rescue pet as their orgasms drew gobs and gobs of Futa cum out of their balls, shooting along their shafts and jetting into his body. Each sister felt the impact of the other as she hosed the inside of the man's body, the heads of their dicks, though separated by his organs, nearly face to face.
Overcome with passion and love, the sisters collapsed on his back, their lips meeting. Ursula's tongue invaded Brit's mouth and Brit held her sister's head in both hands while she continued to worm her dick in and out of the man's now-eager ass. Ursula contented herself with pulling out slightly and hosing down his mouth and throat. His swallowing motion, his tongue and jaw giving her all the stimulus needed.
With a quart of creamy sister cum inside his body, Brian felt happy and full. Ever since he'd ingested Ursula's massive load, his brain had turned from reluctant acceptance to greedy absorber. He was loving the mouthfeel of Ursula's fat dick and so when she began to withdraw, he felt...regret.
And he wondered: Is Brit's cum as delicious as her sister's?
***
Fourteen Hours Later - Saturday Morning
Brit pulled her semi-hard dick out of Brian's mouth, then flopped back onto the beaver pelt. The fire was still roaring; the snow was still flying.
Brian lay on his side. Behind him, Ursula was spooning into his back. She was dozing off.
She was purring.
Brit smiled to herself.
The clock on the mantle read 11:50 AM. It had taken only eighteen hours to break him.
He was a natural.
Ursula was still balls deep in his ass. But she wasn't pumping. She wasn't even hard. The frenetic pace of taming him was done. He was now primed for the next level.
Brit rested in a semi-hard state, also on her side but facing him. After eighteen hours of rock-hardness, her dick was taking a small break. But inside of a few minutes she would be ready to rise again.
Exhausted and sore, Brian had curled into the fetal position. He loved that Ursula's dick was still deep inside his ass. After she'd cum for the umpteenth time, she'd left it in there, spent and oozing. She was blessedly semi-soft, enabling him to take a well-deserved break.
He waggled his ass a little, treasuring the feel of the Futa girl's squishy noodle inside of him. His exhausted brain told him it was comforting having her in there, like sipping on chicken noodle soup when you're sick. Like cuddling with your sweetheart before a roaring fire. The way Ursula was snuggling into his back and caressing his chest with her long, slender fingers, she was feeling the same, he was sure.
Facing him, Brit's cock lay on the beaver pelt, close enough he could lick it. Gently, he stroked her sensitive meat, resting its head on his cheek.
He wrapped one hand partly around the girth of her gorgeous appendage. He now understood the concept of worshipping Futa organs. Brit's glorious cock really was a work of art. Rock hard and yet soft in texture. A huge muscle of living steel that thrummed and pulsed in his hand.
He marvelled at how much pleasure this thick hard piece of girl could both give and receive.
Brit's mighty cock was as comforting in his hands as Ursula's spent meat was in his ass. He nuzzled into Brit's hot pulsing pleasure pole, kissing and licking her twitching shaft with reverent, delicious love, while easing his thumbs into the swollen veins that powered her ecstasy.
Laying on her side, Brit stroked the top of her new slut's head while he lavished her cock with his eager tongue. Her fingers intertwined within his hair; her nails gently scratched at his scalp. Like a purring little kitty cat, he was contented, full, happy, his licking and caressing of her sensitive shaft proof he was falling into his new life as their pet. His wet licks and gentle squeezes were building her up again, and she reveled in his selfless attentions on her shaft.
The best part: he was not lavishing attention on her cock just to please her; he was indulging himself because it comforted him. Because he loved doing it. Between the throes of passion, her cock was his teddy bear. He loved the comforting feel of the throbbing shaft on his face. He could not get enough.
Brit let out a low groan of pleasure as her pet's licking intensified. His attentions grew more inventive, starting at her root and sweeping up her full length with the flat of his tongue. Reaching her glans, he burrowing its tip into the soft orgasmic flesh and lingering there, adding a tiny increment to her hardness. Then back down to cycle again. And again. And again.
As her appendage stiffened, his licks turned to slobbering. His hands soon followed, sliding up and down her length. Brit's massive dick was dripping with spit, glistening and hard. He was working it with both hands and his tongue, loving its feel, lost in his own pleasure even as he built hers.
His moans of pleasure joined her own, filling the room with the sounds of sweet, prolonged ecstasy.
His licks intensified. Faster, long wet strokes, up, up, up. When his tongue dug into her orgasmic zone, he changed it up, driving his mouth sideways onto its fleshy bulge, pulling her sensitive glans into his mouth, sucking hard, rolling her orgasmic center with his tongue and pursing his lips to gain maximize contact.
Brit was stunned by his inventive attack. This glorious attention could only be administered by someone who loved doing it. She was falling into a deeply lustful state, so happy, so ready for him, so ready to fill him with another bucket of her hot, creamy Futa cum. There was still time, so much time for him to build her ever higher, even as her need soared.
And then, quick as a cat, he opened his mouth wide and plunged onto her shaft, sucking her head to his throat and pulling the full length of her glans to rest on his tongue. It was there he started to really go to work on her.
Ursula heard Brit moan. She opened her eyes to the sexy tableau unfolding before her. Her sister was squirming under their pet's sucking and stroking and she knew it wouldn't be long before Brit claimed him again. When he slurped the top third of her gorgeous ramrod into his mouth, Ursula's excitement skyrocketed.
She wanted what Brit was having: a happy, contented slut gladly lavishing her cock with licks and kisses and strokes and squeeeeeeeeezes.
Ursula's passion took her. Her breathing accelerated.
Completely buried but soft, Ursula's cock was warm and comfortable deep inside their pet. Her cock was only twelve inches long when soft, its path inside their pet following the curve of his supine body. And the man was curled into the fetal position.
Her cock began to harden deep inside his body.
And harden.
And straighten.
Growing and straightening and hardening. Relentlessly.
Brian felt the soft, thick noodle inside him stiffening. He was already stuffed and her thickness was expanding at an alarming rate.
Pain emanated deep inside his guts. Ursala's cock was growing into rigid steel inside him and something had to give.
Like an inflating poodle balloon, he was forced to straighten out of the fetal position to line up with Ursula's mighty member.
Brian's strength was ebbing. He was in a sexual fugue state; his eyes had rolled back in his head. Fueled by magical Futa cum, he'd orgasmed countless times, longer and more intense than anything he'd ever experienced. And still he was hard.
Ursula was awestruck. It was like nothing she'd ever seen. There was something special about this man. As if he were genetically attuned to Futanari.
Is that possible?
Was he born for Futanari sex? Was he the Prime Slut of legend they'd always craved?
Ursula was contemplating if this guy was The One. For the past two or three years, the sisters had been on the lookout for the right man. Someone who would move in with them, who could take everything they could throw at him and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck to the end of time. Their personal cum bucket, his sole desire to serve them utterly, to absorb their pheromones, their cocks, and their addictive, creamy cum with non-stop tireless enthusiasm and love.
They'd spent the last two years looking for those qualities in the volunteer boys who were already attuned to Futa service. But this man, he was not like them at all. He was strong, virile. Unwilling at first. Is that the better formula?
Time to find out. Time to seal the deal.
Ursula wrapped her arms around his torso and pulled him back into a sitting position, still impaled on her cock, but pulling him away from Brit's. He was a puppet now, weakened physically and fully consumed by their lust and their cocks. Their thick, creamy, addictive cum had filled him to the brim, well stoppered in his ass with her monstrous cock plug.
"Ursy, what the fuck? I was enjoying that!" Brit eyed her sister with irritation.
With little effort, Ursula worked her way onto her knees. Hugging him from behind, she picked him up off the floor, oblivious to Brit's protestations. Her six-foot-six frame dwarfed his. With her arms wrapped around his chest, she'd skewered him right up his ass, her now-hard cock buried to its root. Given the incredible length of Ursula's legs, Brian's feet were ten inches off the floor, flailing in the air, a ragdoll pitifully writhing on her monstrous girl dick, his weight driving her deeper and deeper inside his raging ass.
Brian awoke from his fugue state. He was upright, feet off the floor, hanging in midair. Two powerful arms were wrapped around his chest, but his entire weight was carried...on his ass.
Oh my god.
It was the ultimate domination play. She had him in every way possible. He was helpless to fight back. Even if he'd wanted to, all he could manage was to pitifully claw the air. Instinct told him to try to break her grip, to get free.
And yet.
She's so beautiful. So strong. So, so, soooo sexy.
And still she picked a loser like me.
These goddesses had somehow chosen him. The twins were the sexiest, most beautiful, most magnificent women he'd ever seen and they seemed intent on pleasuring him almost beyond his capacity to endure.
How had he earned this?
Any man looking at these glorious women would masturbate to their image, just seeing them.
But here they were, fucking him senseless. And even after monumental orgasms, they kept coming after him. And coming. And cumming.
He did not deserve these goddess Futanari. They were superior beings, in every way. Their dominance of him was complete.
The only thoughts that remained were - how can he earn their lust? How can he convince them to...keep him?
To stay. Here. Forever. Was that what he wanted?
Brit got to her feet and stood in front of them in all her naked glory. Her rock-hard cock pointed straight at him. She smiled.
He wanted desperately to go to Brit, to embrace her, to bury his face in her magnificent cleavage, to worship her body. He wanted so desperately to please her, to give her joy, to sate her sexually, to offer his service in pursuit of her lustful desires.
But impaled and helpless as he was, he could not.
He reached out to her, arms outstretched, his legs open and ready to wrap around her glorious body. If only she would come to him.
He flailed on Ursula's titanic cock and prayed the sisters would give him a chance to show he was worthy of their attentions.
As if in response to his prayers, Brit stepped up and pressed her glorious body into his.
Heaven.
How had he deserved this?
Brit wrapped her arms around Brian's neck, pushed his head back and kissed his lips. She held the kiss for an eternity. Her long narrow tongue slipped inside his mouth and swept around, marking him. "You're our pet now, little Brian," she cooed. "Our lovely little cum-bucket pet. We have chosen you. Are you honored?"
God yes. How could he show them? What display of devotion was worthy of a goddess? Of two goddesses?
All Brian could manage was a slow nod.
It was enough. Mistress Brit smiled upon him.
Her gaze went to his rock hard, but pitiful cock.
"You're being such a good boy. We're going to show you just how rewarding it is to serve us so willingly."
I don't deserve these Futanari goddesses. No-one does.
Brit stood before them and stroked his cock. "Would you like a nice tit wank, Brian?" she whispered.
Oh fuck yes.
"If you promise to be very, very good, I'll slide that pathetic little cock of yours between my oily breasts and let you cum into my mouth. Would you like that?"
This can't be happening.
"I can't hear you."
"Yes Mistress Brit."
"But first, I have something I want to try."
"No Brit," Ursula said from behind him. "Not that. He doesn't deserve you. Not that way."
"Only good boys get such favors from their Futanari superiors, Brian," Brit warned. "Are you going to be a good boy?"
He nodded furiously. He couldn't take his eyes off Brit's stunning breasts. So big, so round, so full and firm. Such firm and full cleavage. And she'd said his dick would get to cum in there.
"Lay back in front of the fire, dear sister. I want this."
"Fuck Brit. He hasn't earned it. Besides, it's disgusting."
"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it, sister dear. Now get down there, and lay 'im out."
A helpless toy impaled on Ursula's cock, Brian could only watch as Brit approached the hearth of the roaring fire. Ursula went to her knees and lay back on the thick beaver pelt, rolling Brian atop of her. His back was to her, facing the ceiling. Ursula's massive breasts squished into his back. Her arms wrapped around his torso and her hands lay on his nipples. Her fingers pinched and caressed his little nubs, making them hard as pebbles.
He never knew the sensuous joy his nipples could bring him.
So much to learn.
Ursula's lips were at his ear. "Be grateful little slut. My sister is about to grant you a joy no man has yet received from our Camp Futanari sisters. Try not to disappoint her. Give her the joy she seeks and I will find my own way to reward you."
Ursula wrapped her legs around Brian's inner thighs and held him. He was helpless - splayed out spreadeagled on top of her, held fast by a woman with seemingly ten times his strength, skewered on her monstrous girl dick. She had - how had Brit said it? - laid him out. For what?
Brian stared in awe of Mistress Brit. She stood naked before him, her feet straddling Brian and Ursula in the winter gloom of the massive log home, firelight dancing off her perfect form. Thick masses of snow-white hair cascaded over her enormous full round breasts and curled around her tiny wasp-like waist. Her nipples stood hard and proud, and he fantasized they were reaching out to him, eager for his adoring, sucking mouth. He was soooo eager to be smothered in her stunning tit flesh. If he died that night, suffocated in her tit flesh, he'd go a happy man, his life entirely fulfilled. Her fleshy hard girl dick pointed straight and proud, parallel to the floor, waiving a silent "fuck you" to the forces of gravity. Festooned with thousands of nerve endings so sensitive and responsive her orgasms are monumental and earthshattering, it seemed to bounce and twitch in anticipation of the joys it was about to receive. Several thick blue veins ran along its fleshy length, pulsing and throbbing to the sluggish beat of some hidden silent drummer. He did not know it yet, but those pencil-thick veins, if caressed and manipulated by one skilled enough to service her, gave her ecstasy almost beyond endurance. They were the secret to her heart.
Hanging below that massive spear was her pendulous hairless ball sac. Undulating with her lust, Brit's balls were the size of peaches. The massive cum factories were always ready for sex. The instant Brit cums, her twin sperm generators kick into action, refilling her mighty sac and readying her for the next orgasm, even before she spurts her last spasm. Never tiring, her balls are capable of refilling her reservoir for another and another and another full load, giving her all the ammunition she needs to keep cumming and cumming and cumming for as long as her mind and body will it.
Her cum.
Almost magical in its flavor and heft, it's thick rich texture and creamy chewiness, Brit's fem cum melts the mind of any male lucky enough to partake in its steaming glory. She had already pumped several huge loads directly into Brian's stomach and more into his ass. Her plan was to continue to flood him with her sticky milk, to addict him utterly to the product of her massive balls, and he would worship her for it. With his tongue, his lips. His brain. His gorgeous, muscular ass.
The sisters were pure, relentless, constantly-horny sex machines. But unlike most other Futa, Brit loved her pussy and used it constantly. Brit's pussy emits massive doses of airborne pheromones that render any hapless male into babbling cunt lickers, eager to serve. Her ultimate goal was to find an eager male able to satisfy both of her sex organs equally well.
The man's first eighteen hours showed great promise. If she could mold him to her needs, maybe, just maybe she'd keep him.
Brit stood over the prone forms of Brian and Ursula. Her pussy dripped hot slippery pre-cum, coating his legs. Microscopic Futa pheromones burrowed into him, latching onto the living cells of his body, infusing them with her superior Futa DNA, bonding their target to her, irrevocably.
This man appeared to be especially susceptible to her pheromonic bonding. It was time to find out how susceptible.
Brian was in heaven. The monster girl had wrapped herself around him from behind, like some Venus flytrap with arms, legs and a cock. He was trapped to her body, pinned by her tremendous cock, her massive breasts pushed into his back. He was spreadeagled and exposed, each limb pinned back by one of her own, her strength several multiples of his own, no hope, no thought of escape. Only days ago he would never have imagined a monstrous cock, far bigger than his own forearm, could fit inside his tender tight sphincter.
And that he would love it.
He would love it so much he would beg her to return should she turn away from him.
He couldn't let that happen.
Brit's beautiful, throbbing cock hung above him. His eyes swept from the thick heavy base all along its pulsing length to the throbbing, oozing head. Oh how he craved this girl cock.
Who could possibly have predicted that?
This goddess who stood above him regarded him coolly, her pussy and her cock dripping onto his immobilized body.
Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees. Her gaze held his; he was powerless to look away. Kneeling between his legs, she crawled to him, her face a mask of wanton lust. Drool dripped from her mouth, merging on his skin with the milky pre-cum from both of her sex organs.
Despite her awesome beauty, Brian's eyes were fixed on Brit's thick flagpole. Its head lay on his leg and crept up his thigh as she advanced. Like a heat-seeking missile, when it reached his crotch it dove under his balls and pushed hard onto the button of his ass. There she lingered, exploring for a moment, pushing at him, then slipping around. Had Ursula's arms and legs not been intertwined around his own and pinning them back, he would gladly have pulled his knees to his chest, all the better to receive her fleshy offering.
But held and pinned he was, and there was no movement, certainly no escape, for him.
And of course Ursula's equally gorgeous appendage was already deep in residence.
Brit grabbed her huge pole and pulled it up off his button. Her sticky residue clung to both his ass and her cockhead, its thin strands stretching from wherever it touched him. She rested the massive head on top of his cock, the head alone dwarfing his own hard rod. The weight of it pressed into his glans, massaging his cum zone and bringing him close. She slid her mushroom head up and down the soft orgasmic glans of his cock, up and down the length of his hard shaft, masturbating him. He moaned with pleasure and for a few moments he thought her goal was to force him to cum from the heavy weight of her girl cock alone.
But that was not her plan.
The leaking of slippery precum from the bulbous head of Brit's monster turned to a small stream, and she aimed it to coat the length of his rod with it. He watched in fascination as her white spunk formed long tendrils that wrapped around his comparatively puny member, and disappeared into its skin almost as fast as she could drip it on him. As more and more pre-cum streamed onto him, it was absorbed into his skin and his rod stiffened to granite, so fucking rock hard it hurt.
What devilry was this?
His dick throbbed and twitched. His balls pulled up into his body. Her precum streamed over him now, coating his dick, flooding it, and yet his skin continued to absorb every drop, turning it into a bar of unbreakable steel.
And then, Brit fell upon him, crushing her body to his, pressing her mouth to his lips. She wrapped her arms around his head and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth.
Below him, Ursula slobbered on the back and sides of his neck, sucking and biting his skin, sinking her teeth into his soft erogenous nerve centers, making him squirm and writhe in both pain and ecstasy between the two gorgeous sisters.
How had he got here?
Who was he to deserve these two incredible goddesses, so horny, so intent on fucking him raw, sandwiching him between their glorious bodies?
Brit's kisses were deep and loving. She moaned as she kissed him, driving her long inventive tongue down his gullet, curling and flicking the back of his throat.
Brian swooned in the glory of these two gorgeous sisters working him over.
"Baby, it's time," Brit breathed into his mouth.
She rose up to straddle his loins.
"Oh, Brit," Ursula said. "Are you really going to do this?"
Brit smiled. "Watch and learn, dear sister."
Brit lifted her core and - gasp! - reached between their bodies and grasped Brian's comparatively little dick. Brian moaned as Brit's long flexible fingers wrapped around his meat and held it firm. She gave it a couple of short strokes to test his hardness and smiled.
Rising up, she held his shaft vertical and sank down upon him, absorbing his rock-hard seven inches deep into her girl pussy with a wet slurp.
"Now you're mine," she said, her voice husky and dark.
Brian was in heaven. Brit's cunt was magical. Velvety smooth and hot, it clung all around his throbbing shaft. Her tunnel flexed and undulated up and down his length, masturbating him with her pussy walls while her labia lips formed a perfect "O" and latched onto the base of his shaft, exerting massive pressure in a tight ring, keeping him hard and utterly unable to cum.
At least not yet.
Brit's face was a mask of utter lust.
But there was more. Much more.
Brit's mammoth cock was so heavy, so long, so thick, it dominated all his vision. Straddling him as she did, the heavy rod lay on his chest. The fat fleshy mushroom head rested on his cheek, poking his nose sideways. Brit grabbed her dick and swept its head around his face, leaking slippery precum on his cheek, into his open mouth, filling his eye sockets, coating his forehead, soaking his hair.
"Now you're going to please me, little man. Pleasure me, rub me, suck me, squeeze me, kiss me. Make love to my cock, give it your everything. If you can do that, if you can drive me over the edge with your love of my most precious organ, you will be rewarded almost beyond your ability to endure."
Instinctively, he knew exactly what to do. And God knows, he wanted desperately to please her. He needed to please her.
Brian opened wide. Brit shoved her dick head into his mouth. It was tight and filled his mouth completely, but with determination, he was able to angle himself to get at least a healthy part of Brit's magnificent shaft to the back of his throat.
Taking a cue from her sister, Brit reared back and horked up a huge load of spit from deep inside her throat. Pursing her lips, she drooled a thick gob of her natural lube along the pulsing length of her shaft.
Brit grabbed his hands forcefully in hers and wrapped his fingers around her greasy shaft. She squeezed his fingers, digging them deep into her power rod, then dragged his hands up and down its length, showing him how she wanted it.
She directed his fingers into the long pulsing veins running the length of her mighty dick. These were her pleasure centers, and they were throbbing and thick.
She taught him to press into the thick, soft veins, to massage them with his fingers. She showed him how to get his fingers nice and slippery from her spit and slip them up and down those orgasmic veins in the exact way to maximize her pleasure.
Brit released his hands and motioned for him to play her shaft. Eagerly, he manipulated her fleshy pole like a musical instrument, with both hands and all his fingers at play.
With a bit of practice, he was able to stroke the length of the monster, massaging the orgasmic veins of the hard pole whose head he sucked on.