The Package (futa on male) (Patreon)

Hi everyone

This story is a commission piece involving a retiree called Bill, short in stature and recently divorced, who has developed an interest in the local delivery woman Kelly, a giant of a women barely able to fit through doorways height and width-ways who has a special package of her own. How will he fair when she returns his affections?

This one contains overly large breasts, cocks, and leaking nipples, so if none of that is your bag, maybe give this one a miss! It went way over the word count, and I considered splitting it into two, but seeing as you have all been so patient I have decided to release it all in one!

                   Enjoy! 

                       TSG123 x

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*DING-DONG*

Bill adjusted his jumper and took a few steps towards the silhouette blocking the light at the front of the house.

“FOREST DELIVERIES!”

He could never get used to a seven-foot-tall human, let alone one as curvy as the gigantic woman standing on his front porch.

“AYE, GOT A PACKAGE HERE!”

Everyone heard Kelly before they saw her, and considering her size it was quite a feat.

He sniffed, trying to quell the tremors in his hands as huge blows rained down on the door.

*CLUNK-CLUNK-CLUNK*

“I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE BILLY, DON’T MAKE ME KNOCK AGAIN!”

No-one had called him Billy since he was a boy, and that was over forty years ago.

He hadn’t found the balls to correct her.

Bill took a deep breath into lungs that would have shamed a fifteen-year-old girl, and with one more jumper adjustment, skittered to the door and pulled it open.

The monster looming above him seemed to grow taller as it gazed down at him, hips so wide that she would only have fit through sideways, breasts so huge Bill would have struggled to carry one of them, let alone have two sitting proudly on his chest.

She shook the frizzy bush of hair which reached close to her shoulders, most of it squeezed under a company-issue cap.

“THERE you are Billy… I was going to get angry…”

Somehow the darkness of her skin seemed to enhance the shadows around, although the purple lipstick she had applied popped out in addition to her most peculiar feature – her eyes.

As she came closer, he took in the left, a dark enough brown as to ultimately be black, and then the right, lightning blue, both trained on him.

It leant a lop-sidedness that seemed to match her quite vivacious personality.

“Uh, I’m sorry…. Just… needed to get ready.”

Thick eyebrows rose.

“Ready.. for me?”

His throat went dry.

“…. Just… For the day…..”

“But… you’re retired ain’t-cha?”

He shifted from foot to foot, trying to summon words to untie his tongue with.

She leaned forward, ducking her head to squeeze under the doorframe which knocked her cap to the floor, unleashing an unkempt bushel of wiry black, a sly smile on her face.

“Woops! Couldja get that for me….”

“Of course!”

He sped over and bent down to retrieve the hat from just next to her, and proffered it.

“Hey, why don’t you be a gentleman and place it back on my head huh?”

He observed the top of her head, far enough away that it might as well have been on the moon.

“Oh uh… it’s…”

“Oh don’t you worry sweet-pea, there’s plenty here to hold onto on the way up,” she grinned.

“Um…. I uh….”

She chuckled, whipping the hat out of his hand and placing it back on her head.

“Ah I’m just jokin Darl!….…. Hey, why don’t ya give me that cute smile of yours?”

As if on command, it spread across his face, lines of age not dimming its shine.

“Thereit is… come gimme a closer look….”

Kelly loomed closer to the point where the cross she wore around her neck tapped Bill’s chin. He could feel the warmth of her breath, the smell of a woman who had been cooped up in a van all day flirting with his nostrils, sweat and body-odour wrestling with eye-watering underarm spray.

For a moment the only sounds were the sprinkler systems from next door’s lawn, and the distant call of birdsong.

Her nostrils quivered as she took in his own delicate scent of lemon body wash and hand cream, before leaning back, puffed up like a peacock.

“Mmmmm, you just make my day sweet-cheeks.”

The thump in his chest rose in aggression to the point it felt like someone was punching the inside of his ribs as she adjusted her pants and his eyes flickered down to the hints of what he had always believed was a large object, although it was so hard to tell because the trousers she wore were always baggy.

If she was the type of person he thought she was….

His stomach fluttered.

She placed a box into his hands.

“I got another package for you…. You gotta tell me, what do you keep ordering????”

Would she laugh at him if he told her about the board games?

“Oh uh… this and that….”

She put a ringed finger under his chin (he’d checked the marriage finger multiple times, and glanced down again. As always, it remained clear.)

“You’re a real package Billy… HELL maybe I should unbox you sometime.”

He looked up into deep brown pools that seemed to be pulling his soul out through his eyeballs.

“…Uh….”

For a moment neither said anything, and he wondered if he should speak, but eventually she broke the silence.

“Well….. I guess I’ll be seeing you next time Billy.”

“Y-yeah…”

She gave him a wink over her shoulder.

“.. And you have a SWELL day my little angel!”

“…Sure thing.. Thanks Kelly!” he managed, standing lighter than he had the whole week as she marched away to her van, yellow rays of sun suddenly flooding through the door, nearly blinding him.

Of all the people in the world he’d met…. there was no-one like Kelly.

He watched as she somehow squeezed into the driver’s seat, feet so big it looked like she would surely break the pedals beneath them as she jammed the throttle, but the van lurched away, tortured engine cries echoing all the way down the road.

After his eyes re-adjusted, he closed the door and jogged inside with his package, discarding it on the dining room table on the way to his laptop.

He’d just thought of another game to order.

***

“HEY BILLY!”

He nearly fell out of his deck-chair, her face directly over his as he blinked rapidly.

“OH ah… Kelly… How did you…?”

“Oh I couldn’t see ya so I just came round the back!”

She chuckled at a joke he didn’t understand, then pinched his chin gently, twiddling it like a child.

“Ya cutey….. Got another package for ya.”

“Oh… right…”

There was a package sitting with frayed edges on the table next to him, although his whole attention was taken by the woman lingering inside his personal space, teetering over him like the jolliest black cloud he’d ever seen and blocking out the sun. She seemed quite content to stand there like the human equivalent of a cliff, threatening at any moment to fall forwards and cause severe damage to the thin, gentle limbs of Bill.

“So Kelly, um… Are you busy… today?”

“Nope.”

“…”

Huge eyes stared him down, the bright blue always hooking his attention first, the brown then holding him fast, falling into the darkness.

It was unnerving and alien seeing the array up close, and whoever had been punching the inside of his chest before was now back with a vengeance, his heart hammering a love letter that Bill was sure would be audible to anyone in the local vicinity.

“Uh…”

When nothing further came out of his mouth, Kelly’s lips pursed, folding her arms so her tits were squeezed together, unnecessarily making them look like they would explode out of her shirt.

He then noticed with a start that she wasn’t wearing a bra… and it seemed like her nipples were leaking.

Twin trails were winding there way down the front of her shirt, two lines directly down, splitting her garment into three distinct sections with her nipples dividing each one.

“…I….”

“You know… a neighbourly person would invite me inside.”

It came out with a hint of anger that he had seen before, but never up close.

“OH uh… yes… would you-?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well… alright then…”

He got up, face nearly brushing the leaking faucets, and he was sure she inched forwards so moisture rubbed the side of his cheek.

In the heat of the day it was so refreshing that he almost pressed against it, but somehow managed to control himself, picking himself up to lead her into the kitchen whilst thinking about the feeling of her wet shirt on his face.

She had to force herself through his back door.

“OOOF I do like ‘ya place… A little tight but….. hell I could see myself living here…” she nodded approvingly as she swept a hand over the marble countertop, peering into the open living room with fluffy white carpet and chintz sofas.

Bill imagined what it would be like living with Kelly, and found the thought quite enticing as the woman squatted down to inspect the cupboards, her ass cheeks so humungous that if he had jumped between them they might well have had to print an obituary the next day, or at the very least a missing persons leaflet.

His hand twitched, the thought of reaching out to touch them flitting through his temple.

Kelly didn’t ask for a seat, instead forcing herself into his favourite armchair next to the bookcase.

“Hey, you got the perfect place to watch TV!”

She reclined further, the chair creaking and bawling under the hideous weight, and Bill winced as it looked for all the world like the poor furniture piece would crumple, somehow managing to hold firm.

“Nice, is that a fifty-five-inch?.... I love to watch family fates maself…”

Kelly clearly decided it wasn’t enough torture for the poor chair by pulling the recliner handle like she was launching a missile from a fighter jet, and the seat raiser upon attempting to lift her lower half up into the air simply gave way with a *CRRAACCK*.

Kelly huffed as she was jerked back to an upright position.

“Ey, your chair’s broken.”

“Ah… s… sorry.”

“No worries Darl… I’ll let you off….”

Her eyes became humorous.

“… If you show me what was in those packages of yours.”

He projected a smile in front of his nervous interior.

“Ah… those are…. Are….”

“Yeah?”

“….games.”

“Games?!”

She pulled herself up with a speed alarming for someone of her size, hunching over him so she was inches away.

“I likegames… what kind of games?...”

She pursed her lips like she was about to kiss him, and Bill found himself becoming short of breath.

“Uh….. B-board games….”

She crinkled her nose.

“Oh, BOARD games huh?.... aren’t they kinda boring.”

He fiddled with his fingers.

“Um.. they can be… quite fun..”

Her hand slipped to her front absent-mindedly, rubbing her shirt right on top of the nipple.

“Well… I s’pose I can *hun, sorry,*… be convinced….”

She pinched it harder and moaned as liquid spread across the front of her shirt.

Bill’s mouth flooded with saliva in an instant.

“I uh… okay….”

On quivering legs, he managed to make his way to a shelf in the dining room and extract one of the simpler ones, ‘the highway express’.

“O-okay… so this one’s simple but enjoyable, I think we can play two pl-“

He turned back to the sight of Kelly opening her shirt, tits out, huge areolas on show with chunky brown nipples made for suckling.

The small silver cross she always wore remained on, almost hidden between her crevasse.

Bill’s mouth began to water so much it felt like he was standing under Niagara Falls.

“Oh sorry Darl…. I needed to cool down, hope you don’t mind?” she said nonchalantly.

The front of her breasts had translucence all over them, and Kelly made it worse by spreading the milk with her fingers, pressing into the sides of her tits as she did so he could see the bouncy texture, the smoothness of her skin, the sweat between them.

When he didn’t move for a moment, she gave him a soft look.

“Show me the game Darl.”

“R-right…”

He put the board game down on the living room table.

Usually he would play in the dining room, but he didn’t want Kelly to stop rubbing herself, having to swallow repeatedly as he unboxed the pieces and carefully divided up the railway pieces to start the game.

“S-So… one train piece each…. The aim of the game is…. Is to..”

His hands shook as they brought up some green counters.

“..Um… These are.. These are money tokens…”

Kelly screwed her face up, bringing a finger from each hand to her nipples and beginning to tweak them with gusto, making Bill’s cheeks heat up like they had been dipped in lava.

“… and… the aim… what was it? Ah y-yes… it was to…. To get ten… ten money counters..”

“HNNNGgg.”

He looked up at Kelly who was breathing deeper, pinching her buds and staring straight at him which was causing some milk to actually spurt onto the floor in front of her.

“And… You do that… the money counters… you get the money…..”

Kelly let out a rhino groan, and Bill’s eyes snapped to what looked like a steel pipe sticking out of the front of her crotch.

It was humungous, possibly as big as his leg.

His soul left the room for a moment.

“….. The…. You do that…”

She grunted again.

“UHNN….. I don’t understand it...You gotta come explain it right here.”

She pointed at the floor between her legs.

“OH! s-sorry.. O-okay…”

He shuffled over.

As soon as he was within range, two hands came and grabbed him with such force that he had no time to be scared as she placed him harshly on her, side-saddle like a child on Santa’s knee.

“Start from the beginning.”

“O…-okay…”

Her tit was fully pressing against his side, and when he looked down at it, it was as if the beast felt his eyes on it, spurting a bit of milk onto his shirt.

“Ohh! Ah… Okay then… Um… The game is…. ”

Kelly grunted, and another spurt fell onto his thigh, staining his pants.

Another stain was appearing at the end of the pipe between her legs, and he could feel her hands putting gentle pressure to pull him further towards her, closer to initiating contact between him and her hidden torpedo.

“Oh… sorry… I think you’re… leaking….”

She looked around for a second.

“What? Where?”

He looked down at the twin trickles running down her tits and belly, and the blossom at her crotch.

“Uh… y-your…. There…”

He made a vague, embarrassed gesture to her front whilst ogling her.

She sniffed.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific than that…. If I’m leaking anywhere…. Touch it.”

“I-I’m sorry??” he whispered.

She leaned into him, baring her teeth.

“I said, touch it…. In fact, why don’t you touch it with your mouth, bitch. If not, stop wasting my time.”

The challenge was so aggressive, despite the fact she was biting her lip, eyebrows low and sultry, that the fear and excitement threatened to turn poor Bill’s brain to sludge.

“I… m’sor…sorry, sorry…”

Her nostrils flared like a bull about to charge.

“What did I just say? Did I tell you to say sorry?”

Bill hadn’t often felt fear for his survival, but now his fight-or-flight instincts were kicking in, raising the hairs on his neck, his cock also pointing at the ceiling in such a heightened state that he felt he might need to lie down soon or pass out as Kelly squeezed his side with her hands.

The spot on her crotch blossomed into a full wet patch.

As they stared at each other, Bill for all the world believing that he was about to be bulldozed by the savage queen whose lap he was sat on, a ringer cut the air like scissors through paper.

*DINGDINGDINGDINNNNNGGGG!*

“Shit.” Kelly mouthed, her face turning foul, the black cloud now stormy as she grabbed the phone and slammed it against her ear like she was trying to break it.

“WHAT.”

*bzzzzt bzzt for 108 and the…bbzzzzt bzzzt… mediately*

When the speaker had finished, Kelly gave a gorilla grunt in the affirmative and jammed the phone back in her pocket, snorting like she had just been denied a three-course meal.

“Well honey..… we’re gonna have to continue this another day….”

Her mouth seemed unwilling to produce the words.

“But I’m sure I’ll be seein ‘ya soon…”

She bounced him a little on her lap, seemingly assuaging herself, the pissed expression softening.

“But I think I’m liking this board game…. With the uh… trains? Yeah…. You gonna explain this to me next time, right?”

He could only nod, which brought a squeeze from her hands like he was being hugged by a pneumatic press.

Let me leave you a little somethin’…. Care to fetch a glass?”

“What?”

Her face fell foul once more.

“I said get a FUCKIN’ glass.”

He dashed off, running back with a tall glass.

She grabbed it off him, face red

“It’ll do….”

Then without aplomb, she shoved one of her leaking nipples against the glass.

“HUuuuurgghhh….”

The milk came squirting out of her like a cow, and the squirts only eased once the glass was nearly full to the brim.

“Oooh sweet Jesus get me another!”

He didn’t hesitate, and when he returned she seized it with such force that she almost hurt his hand.

“HUUUHHHh.”

The other breast splashed milk at a fast-enough rate that the glass was overflowing by the time she’d finished.

“OOooohhh… Oh Lord… I needed that.”

He watched the milk sloshing over the carpet as she placed the glasses on the table.

“Uh… what’s that for……?”

She looked annoyed at his cluelessness.

“Well it’s for you silly!”

“Oh… uh, Thanks….”

She was already buttoning up her shirt as she spoke.

“Yeah, you enjoy that, and I’ll see you on my next round…. If I have any deliveries nearby I’ll make sure to take a lil’ detour,” she said, winking.

“Right… great…”

She came up to him one last time, a look of starvation temporarily revealing itself as she thumbed the cross on her neck.

“You know Billy… I think God sent me a little angel into my arms… he’ll know when I should unwrap my present.”

“…Right….”

After one last look of eagerness like she might renege and pounce on him, she managed to hitch a sunny smile onto her face.

“….Seeya soon cutey-pie!”

“S-Seeya…”

He turned to look at the two glasses of milk, and the stain on the floor, heart still beating wildly, refusing to slow down as Kelly stomped to her van and sped away.

The moment she was out of sight his limbs directed him of their own accord, hurrying to the table and pulling the glass to his lips.

This one had been from her left breast.

He sipped it.

“MMmhh..”

Warm.

He slurped a mouthful.

Slightly sweeter than regular milk.. and a little thicker.

He tipped the glass and poured the rest into his stomach, grunting as Kelly’s breastmilk filled his mouth.

When he was done he didn’t even hesitate, grabbing the second glass like he needed it for sustenance, drinking it slower, savouring every splash of her mother’s milk on his tongue.

Bill wiped his face, removing the wetness from his top lip.

He had downed both glasses in less than two minutes.

His gaze crept down to the wet patches in an otherwise spotless carpet.

‘…..Am I really that desperate?’

Bill dropped to his knees.

***

The sun seemed to have become even brighter, streaming through the windows.

Billy ignored it, crooking his neck to see a little further down the road, past the neighbours’ gleaming Porsche and the beech trees soaking in the rays.

Nothing.

He sat back, huffing, glancing at the games cupboard in the next room.

The last board game, a co-operative puzzle game playable with up to eight players, had been a hit with the neighbours, especially Collin, an avid board-gamer who also lived on the same street, but Bill had found himself unable to get into it in the same way, his mind filled with distractions. Before he had even begun setting it up his fingers itched for his computer keyboard.

The new one would arrive soon…. Something about pirates… or maybe camels? He hadn’t been concentrating when he bought it.

A dirty engine jerked him from his reverie.

He flew to the window, and there was the battered van in all its glory. Billy felt like the highway travelling through his body had just had the speed limit removed, chest thumping, blood flying through his arteries as he jumped down, trying not to be too close to the door when Kelly knocked.

The sounds of an engine squealing for release seemed to take an age to reach him before stopping.

The silence that followed had his nerves skyrocketing, gripping the living room table, his heartbeat the only thing he could discern.

*CLUNK-CLUNK!*

“COMING!”

He hopped over the sofa, wincing as his knees ached from the unnecessary athletics, before pulling the door back, and nearly losing his tongue as it fell from his mouth.

She once again filled the doorframe, but this time Kelly had decided not to start with any pleasantries, her shirt already unbuttoned revealing a purple corset which cinched her tits into a tight dessert that Bill wanted to melt into.

“Hey sugar.”

“H… Hi….”

Her face was one of near-pain as she rubbed her hand up her side.

“Hey… I was gonna keep this on but….”

She unstrapped the back, and as it fell away, her tits were revealed, streaming from both nipples, her whole front a translucent mess.

“Care to… help a girl out?”

He opened and closed his mouth like a fish that had been removed from its bowl, staring at the buffet in front of him as she leaned on the frame for support.

“…H…. How d… do you want me to…. To um… help….?”

Kelly’s expression morphed into something so rage-filled that Bill froze as she thrust a giant hand onto his head, pulling it roughly to her nipples.

“Just SUCK ME YOU IDIOT!” she screeched, for a moment losing all control as she pummelled his face into her breast, which was luckily very pert and cushioning, Billy moaning as his face splatted into the milk-covered surface of it.

“UUUHHHHGGGG,” Kelly moaned as he began to lap at the white sheen covering her front.

It was delicious, and after licking his way around the slightly sour taste of fresh breastmilk, his lips found her nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

Milk flooded his tongue, enveloping it in a million notes, the warmth of it so comforting that he gave a little whine, for a moment losing himself and placing his hands either side of her breast.

"Oooohhhh you’ve really been gettin’ me worked up Billy….” she croaked, running a hand through his thinning hair, playing with little tufts, “’Ey, you better do both of my titties or I’m gonna get real unhappy with ‘ya!”

A look up at the urgency scrawled across her features told him exactly how much she needed it, and he dutifully gave a long suck, sliding his tongue up and around the first nipple, before finding the second, and lapping around it.

“Hnnnnn stop TEASIN’ me boy,” she cooed, almost in tears.

He raised a hand up to her face, having to stretch, and rubbed her cheek as he pulled her nipple into his mouth and put so much pressure into the first suck that Kelly nearly fell on top of him as an entire glass-worth of milk filled him in seconds.

“OOHhhh Lord give me strength,” she prayed, eyes upwards as he drank, “this little angel’s gonna make me a devil!”

Bill felt like he wanted Kelly to drag him to hell and back however she wanted, and when a wet patch hit his belly, he didn’t even need to look to know her cock was pressing against him.

“Ooops…. I think my pants just pressed against ya there…!”

“Mhhmm”, he moaned into her tits.

“Mind if I…. unbuckle it? Give the girl some air?”

“MHMmmm!”

He hummed around her thick nub, and the squirt into his mouth was a clear enough indication of how Kelly felt about it as she hurried to press herself through the doorway, shoving him inside with her.

“Alrighty then Darl… time we got comfortable!!”

She half carried, half pulled him, feet flying above the ground as she raced into the living room and threw herself onto the sofa which screeched, a loud *CHNK!* of breaking wood signalling the demise of the central seat as she rested him on her lap.

“Best get started!”

“MNNnnn!”

His hands worked their way up to her breasts as she began to unzip, breathing heavy.

*DINGDINGDINGDINNNGGGGGG!*

For a moment her face was thunder as the ringtone cracked through the silence.

“Fucking….”

She looked too angry for words, and for a moment Bill thought she would crush her phone like a bug as she snatched it in her hand and blurted “WHAT!” into the speaker.

*ZZZzzttt… r tone with m-!…… ow deliver to 17…bbzzzztbzzttt……. And it’ll take at least three h…… bzzzt… ‘d BETTER get it d……. . r ass on the li…… bzzt*

When the phone came from her ear she turned to face Bill with a strangely sensitive expression, as if just looking at him physically hurt her.

“I gotta go….”

She began to run her zip back upwards, the look of exasperation on her face hurting Bill as well, his own cock raging against his pants.

“…Oh… Well that’s… That’s okay…”

She sat him up and stood up, picking her shirt up from the floor, the look in her eye like she wanted to pounce on him more pronounced than ever.

“Just ah…”

He rubbed her elbow, but his insides were melting as she traipsed off into the hallway.

“We’ll just… uh.. you know.. I might order another b-..”

As he was talking, her face lit up brighter than he’d ever seen it.

“AH, ACTUALLY! I ah.. I FORGOT… seeing as you’ve been so kind to let me into your home, I feel like I should show YOU something of mine….!”

“Oh… oh right?”

“Yeah, why don’t I take you along for a ride?! It’s every man’s dream to be a delivery driver right!”

Although he had never once thought that in his life, having Kelly in the driver’s seat with him made it a lot more palatable to imagine.

She beckoned with a finger, looming in the hallway like a boulder as Bill briefly considered the thought that Kelly might have mean intentions.

One look down at the package in her crotch area, pointed directly at his forehead convinced him that that was the case, and he puffed up his chest.

Time to find out what mean intentions felt like.

“O-okay!”

He walked forwards and was instantly grabbed by the shoulders, hauled into her presence once more.

“We’re gonna have a GREAT time…”

She slammed the door shut behind him as he was led out.

“Uh, I didn’t bring my k-“

“Hush your mouth now honey,” she said in a falsely merry tone, dragging him to her van.

His eyes widened as they approached the van dented in three places, paint rusting in places and scraped off in others.

“A-are we… going far?”

“Yeah, you’re gonna see what a real delivery woman does every day!”

He eyed the driver’s seat which seemed spacious for someone of his size, but ludicrously small for the vastness of Kelly.

“I… I really don’t know how you fit in there every day!..”

She waved a hubcap hand.

“Oh Naaa, there’s room for two in there, easy! Come on, I’ll show you.”

“Oh, uh rea-UFF?!”

The hand on his shoulder pulled him to her side of the vehicle, and then Kelly was jamming herself inside the driver’s seat.

“Oookay… Hoo! Stuffy today… com’ere…..”

Bill bleated as he was pulled into a seated position on her lap, legs either side of the steering wheel, Kelly’s belly pressed against his lower back, cushioning it quite comfortably.

What was not so comfortable was the meaty gear-stick in Kelly’s pants making its home between his asscheeks as she started to make small groans of approval.

It felt like someone had stacked four coke cans end to end and made life roar through it.

“OHHh that’s nice and comfy now….”

“Ah I-I’m not sure…!”

She bounced him up and down, wiggling her hips so he felt her schlong oscillating against him, and one time it managed to cut between his globes so deep that a bit of shaft rubbed his ass through the fabric of his pants, and he let out a high-pitched whine.

It felt like it must have been at least twelve inches, and he wasn’t sure she’d slid him to the base yet.

“HNNNn… M-maybe you’re right, it fits two….. my mistaAAKkke-!”

She thrust hard against him, warm layers of fat now cushioning his tailbone with huge abdominal plates of muscle behind them.

“OH ready to take a *HNN* ride?”

She was grunting like a bull every time she thrust her body up against him, pressing his chest firmly against the steering wheel.

“HNN.”

*BLAAAAAAAAA!*

The horn blared, hurting his ears as he was forced against it, holding the dashboard for support as Kelly began wildly fiddling with her belt-line.

“D-don’t you think-“

“HNN.”

*BLAAAAAA!*

“- we should-“

“HNN!”

*BLAHH*

“-get more comfortable? Why yeah you’re right!”

He made to respond, breathing heavily.

“B-but-“

“Just shut up now cutie,” she hissed, and he whined as she put her fingers into his pants and after trying to gently winch them down his body decided that she didn’t really care how they were removed as long as it happened quickly, instead putting her hands either side and pulling until the fabric tore with a heavy *RIIIIIP!*

Shreds of pant-fibres were chucked out of the window onto the verge.

“HOooh! A-are you s-…?!”

Bill’s breath left his body as he heard the sound of a belt buckle being undone, the clink as it was released, and the *crack* of the zipper before Kelly began to wiggle wildly, left and right beneath him as she attempted to shimmy down her pants.

Thighs larger than his waist revealed themselves, jiggling wedges of fat and muscle that cushioned him better than even the softest pillows as Kelly flung her pants free.

Then he felt the monster.

It felt thicker than his wrist.

The restlessness in Bill’s body, personified by shaking hands as they gripped the steering wheel, went into overdrive as his buttcheeks came into contact with the skin of her penis, the heat of a furnace lurking beneath ligaments akin to steel girders.

“HNNN!”

The grunt that came out of Kelly was gorilla-like, and he put his hands behind himself to put space between her animal and his body, instead finding her belly button, an innie, strangely cute, before Kelly collected them, and pressed them up against a ridiculously taut cock, guiding them all the way down her shaft to her balls.

The broiling cum-factories bellow were so hot his hand jumped when he touched them.

He managed to take a peak over his shoulder and full-on panic gripped him, sweat dappling his brow.

Thirteen inches of steaming hot penis was leaking white cream across his lower back.

“OHH K-KELLY… let’s… Just take a second….!!”

“We’re doing this,” she said sharply against his ear, loud and overpowering and making him wince as she tightened her grip on his wrists, lodging them firmly behind him, and hawked a gigantic glob of phlegm downwards, a few flecks hitting his skin.

“K…Kel…”

The older man made a token gesture of struggling… just enough to get her even more excited.

“Oooh Honey… Now all you gotta do is polish!”

She pulled his hands up and down her turgid member, hot and wet, puppeteering them through the saliva, up and down again, using Bill as the instrument of his own demise.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered to no-one, his whole body tensed like a spring as he lubed up the gigantic, veiny shaft directly behind him.

“You ready?”

“I-don-“

With an excited wheeze, Kelly pressed into him.

The feeling of a gigantic cock-head being slid onto Bill’s anus was one of the most terrifying and exhilarating experiences of his life as he gripped onto it, almost guiding it in.

“K-kelly..!!” he whimpered, sweat dappling his brow, coming to terms with the size of the task ahead, “it’s… it might be…. too big…!”

“We’ll make it fit, honey” she hissed, biting his ear, and Bill squealed as the cock began to press hard against his entrance.

“EEIIHHH!!! I-I DON’T THIN… Kelly, please- OOHHH, IT WON’t- FIIUUUUUUUHHHH!!!”

His whole body spasmed as her lightning rod managed to somehow pop under the rim of his ass, her cock-head resting in his body.

The two sat in a trembling embrace for a moment.

“HOhhhh shit that’s tight,” Kelly gasped, hands turning into claws as Bill shifted forwards, trying to pull himself off.

“WWOOOnnn!!… it won’t…. K-KELLY…!!!” he squealed, sweat dappling his brow, the butt-plug that was her helmet firmly ensconced by his asshole which oscillated, sending a ripple of pleasure and pain into her shaft.

“Sweet JESUS Darl you’re tight… but don’t you worry, we’re just gonna loosen you out,” she grunted, slapping his ass, the sound like a piece of meat being smacked by a giant fly-swatter, Bill’s butt rippling and already raw from a single strike as he began to sob, tears threatening to roll down his cheeks.

“Oh fuck… K-kelly….”

Being ‘loosened out’ was something that put that fear of God in Bill as he attempted to desperately free himself. The thought of going further was untenable.

“M-maybe.. we can try lat.. HUIHH!!!-HOoh...!”

She stole another half-inch into him, and Bill began to quiver as he processed the changes happening to his body.

“K-kelly… listen… I-I-I like you, soooooOOOHHhhuHHHHh… So let’s… LET’S THINK ABOUT THIS PLEAASSEHNNNNNUHGHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

She pulled him backwards, and with nowhere to go her dick went deeper, a healthy four inches plying its way into his inner ocean.

“OHHH, fuck… oh fuck….” He whimpered.

Kelly grinned, gnashing her teeth as she eagerly impaled her ward with a slow heavy press.

“Oh stop tryna make me cum you slut…. *HNN* We’re barely halfway!”

“H-halfway?!” he croaked, eyes watering, “UGHHHHHHH!!!”

She pulled him another four inches.

“HUUHHH,” she groaned, eyelids fluttering, thing trickles of saliva forming at the corners of her mouth.

“K-K…. Ke…. Kkuuu……”

He frothed at the mouth as she pulled him all the way, and Bill was forced into the most brutal seat of his life, a thorough impaling that inhabited every inch of his insides, filling his abdomen with a humungous, pulsing dick that rippled across his insides, making his body quake uncontrollably, hands seizing up as they gripped anything within reach.

“K….HNNn…”

“Ohhh Honey!”

Kelly was beside herself, running her hands up and down his body, drinking in the brutalising of Bill’s defeated, sweating body, his entire being changing like he was having a chemical reaction to her shaft, the sensations ripping through his soul, crumpling it in the face of pure ecstasy.

“I-it’s….GUUHHHGGGG…”

“That’s it,” heaved Kelly, breathing heavily into his ear as she drank in the poor man she was ravaging, sliding a tongue up the inside of his neck and then sticking it into his ear.

“UHhhhhh!!”

The warmth and wetness, hot and loud, was so invasive when combined with the pole that she had speared inside that Bill could only let himself go, no longer controlling his movements as his fingers gripped the door handle and steering wheel, white claws trying to dissipate the sexual energy being stamped onto his internal organs.

“H-Kelhhuhhh…..”

“M’God,” grunted Kelly, before a buzz from her phone made her eyes widen.

*DINGDINGDING*

“HNN-SHIT…. Hey baby, ready for a little ride, huh?”

“HNMHHN?!” drooled Bill, who had suddenly felt something terribly wonderful be pressed by her cock which rendered him capable only of salivating or moaning.

“Great!”

Her hand found the keys, and she gave a gentle slap on his thigh which made him wince as she shifted herself forwards slightly, fist shoving the gearstick to drive, before moving over to his cock and squeezing it between her thumb and forefinger.

“Time to *HNN!* go!” she uttered, stroking Bill’s hardness which was so taut that he thought he might pop just from her touching him, before a slight thrust from Kelly turned him upside down, trying to keep his chest above the wheel as pre-cum flew from his dick over the front of it.

“Uuuuhhhhh!”

He had to choke back his shock at the effeminate exclamation, quite sure he had never reached such a high note in his life as Kelly groaned back in response, accompanied by a throb so brutal against his insides that heat spread to all corners of his body.

“Ohhhh!!”

“Yeah… that’s the shit,” she croaked, jamming her right foot down, causing the van to suddenly jump, the world around them flying backwards a few metres.

“HOooohH!”

The fear from the quite uncontrolled acceleration warred with Kelly’s fist attacking his crotch with gusto and the pillar standing erect inside him, huge rough hands jerking him in a steady rhythm, occasionally accompanied by a bounce on her lap that had him squealing, the entire length of his body going taut whenever she found that special place that he could not fight.

Pretty houses and the green bloom of trees in summer jumped backwards past them a few metres at a time, the world lurching as the van’s frame railed against the abuse it was receiving, Kelly’s eager bouncing adding to the load of the overworked suspension so that the sound of screaming metal and a sputtering exhaust announced them as they crawled down the street.

“Kheemmuuhhh….!!!!” Bill squealed, saliva fully falling from useless lips as another spurt of pre flew from his spout, painting cute lines of icing on the windshield.

“Oh yeah!” grunted Kelly, beginning to piston into him harder.

As they ground back and forth, Bill desperately trying to stop her slamming him against the horn, he noticed someone idly pushing his lawnmower across the spotless grass of his neighbour Collin’s place, three doors down.

‘Please let it be a gardner’, he thought to himself, although he was sure he already knew it would be Collin.

That man always kept his lawn immaculate.

As they approached, barely reaching the pace of a casual jogger, Bill’s eyes widened as it was indeed his neighbour Collin, who noticed the van and waved on instinct before doing a double-take, hand lowering as he blinked, trying to work out what was happening inside whilst it lurched forward.

The windshield seemed foggy, with weird white stuff running down the inside.

“HEEYY COLLIN!” cried Kelly desperately through the open window, a manic grin on her face as she pulled her toy onto her.

Collin realised as they reached level with him that for some reason Billy, the neighbour from down the road appeared to be riding Kelly’s lap, sweaty and pouting as she bounced him up and down like a pogo stick, white shirt clinging to his frame, wet with sweat.

“H-hi.. Kelly… Bill….”

Bill tried to join in the conversation and project an air of casual platitudes, but instead his mouth opened into more of a desperate gurn as he felt Kelly’s shaft expand like it was breathing in the essence of his insides, his eyes threatened to turn in, out and upwards all at the same time.

“H-hAiiiiiiiuh C-Collin-UHHhh!”

“H… hey Bill…” the man responded weakly, his face going white as he watched Bill, his neighbour, grind on the delivery woman’s lap like a stripper, and he was sure at one point that he had gone high enough to reveal the fact he was naked below the waist.

Had that been his cock waving in the air?!

Collin shook his head to try and clear it, turning back to the lawn he had been cutting as the van horn blared a couple of times.

Some things were best left ignored.

*BLAAHHH* *BLAHHHH*

He couldn’t help himself.

His head jerked up to see Bill up against the steering wheel being unmistakably humped, a look of total delirium on his face, matched by a far more aggressive expression on Kelly, her eyes wild as she slammed him against the dashboard.

*BLAHHH*

“OOHHH!”

*BLAHHH*

“EIIUUUUHHHNNN!”

For a moment she rose up above the wheel, enough that Collin could see a huge chocolate-coloured shaft attached to Kelly’s body being driven into Bill’s ass with enough force to break him in two; The shaft had veins running down it, and it was entering him at a rapid pace, slick with a mixture of spit and white, soupy liquid which had covered his neighbour’s asscheeks.

Collin whimpered as Billy’s body ragdolled against the wheel, the expression on the man’s face euphoric as Kelly pulled him onto her at the pace of a machine gun, his inferior manhood bouncing in the air, leaking like a broken faucet.

Collin turned, running for the house as Bill’s moans became even more pornstar-like.

“UHHH-UHHH-UHHHHHH!”

*BLAHHHHH*

“UHHHHH!!!”

*BLAHHH*

The climax echoed across the lawn, and Collin glanced back with one foot in the door, expression morphing into one of horror as Bill’s pupils disappeared, becoming all white eyes behind fluttering eyelids as he realised what the liquid on the inside of the windshield was, because Bill was adding to the masterpiece with his cock, painting long sections of the transparent canvas as he held onto Kelly for dear life.

She had a look of savage glee on her face as she fucked the cum out of him, long thin lines flying onto the glass like she was adding sauce to a gourmet dessert.

Collin slammed the door behind him and bleated, leaning back against the wall for a moment to try and work through what he’d just seen, adrenaline racing through his body.

He nearly jumped out of his skin at his wife’s voice.

“Honey!? What IS that racket?!”

The horn continued as the van crawled on, down the road.

*BLAH-BLAH-BLahhhhhhhhhh-blahhhhh*

“Oh uh!… nothing, just the delivery van ….”

“Is it…. that Kelly woman?”

“Uh.. yes.”

Her face broke into a huge smile.

“OH I do like that girl… is she busy?”

She peeled her eyes out of the window, and froze.

He wasn’t sure if she had caught the scene inside, as the van seemed to have just passed their hedgerow.

“Y-yes, I believe she is…”

“Oh really? Maybe I should say hello…?”

She made for the door.

“Uh NO!!.. No… she’s already headed off, actually..”

Shelly gave him an inscrutable look.

“Hmmm… alright then… well when you see her next, do let me know…”

He nodded, thinking to himself that he would be buying a crate to accept any future deliveries far away at the bottom of the driveway, and if people wanted to steal them, they were welcome to it.

***

The horn continued to blare erratically as the van lurched down the road, Kelly keeping one hand on the steering wheel, one hand on Bill’s belly, clutching him like a man clutching his pregnant wife as she tried to give him babies of their own, shuddering as a ripple of ecstasy hit her, and she groaned, a pocket of hot love-oil blossoming in Bill’s insides, making him whimper as he felt the first traces of his inevitable insemination.

“Shit… You ride so good honey… nowwww*Uhn..*….what number is it,” muttered Kelly, heaving as pulled him sharply down, the slap of hips sharp and lurid.

“Th-thanks Ke-UUHN-UN-UNnnhHHN!!!!”

*PLAF-PLAF-PLAF*

Billy was trembling, the sheer invasiveness of each insertion so deep that it felt more like Kelly inhabited his body than he did, the slide of a taut dick across his anal rim so disgusting and yet so pleasurable that all he could do was hold on as she hilted him a few times for fun, a fleshy basketball with her penis lodged firmly at its centre, before dunking him on her cock with enough power to break the backboard.

Weak hands grabbed backwards, finding her love handles and the screams of euphoria had her dreaming of wedding bells as she raced through a list of names with one hand as the other remained clamped around her muse.

“Number *Nh..* Thirty-seven…. Okaayy…*NHh!!*..”

The van slowed outside of a white mansion a few roads away from Bill’s place.

She continued to grunt as she pumped, glancing at the back of Bill’s head resting on the rim of the steering whilst considered how she was going to retrieve the package from the back of the car and continue fucking him.

“Alllllright…. Let’s..*UNNH* make a de-*UNH-livery!”

Better make this quick, she thought, grabbing Billy roughly across the belly and pulling him from the car, stomping to the back with him attached to her front like a human fanny pack, legs dangling in mid-air.

Bill groaned as the cock supported his frame, clasping onto the hand on his belly as he flailed around in front of her.

Please let there be no-one watching.

He caught a glimpse of a white face in a window across the road and averted his gaze, hoping they hadn’t noticed the ludicrous scene, feeling more like a handbag than a human as he hung from her cock like a wet towel.

A jogger was approaching in the distance, and Bill whimpered as she came closer, and glanced in their direction.

“K-kelly… I think we should hurry…”

To make sure he remembered who was boss she butted her hips against his ass with a nasty grunt which turned all the lights in his brain on until his chest was almost exploding, grimacing as she retreated a little whilst um-ing and ah-ing over the package.

“Thirty-seven… Thirty-seven *UNGHUH…*…. Ah Thirrrrty… no… That’s it fucking take it Darl!-*UNHN*…..THIRTY-SEVEN!”

*Dingdingdingding*

She ignored the phone in the front seat, grabbing the package and walked Bill all the way to the mailbox which would barely have fit a needle inside.

“Screw it.”

She angled an arm back and sent the package sailing over the fence.

Bill watched it go, and then lurched as she jabbed her cock to his centre again, hand on his belly turning into a claw momentarily.

“UUUHNNN!”

“Don’t think I’m gonna go easy on you honey just because I’m working.”

Kelly grinned as she felt the insides of his belly sliding across her turgid member, able to detect all the parts of him that she was bringing to light, hitting spots that would enslave him through sheer hormonal overload.

Through hazy eyes, Billy saw the female jogger approach on their side of the pavement, and then freeze in disgust as she became aware of the scene in front of her, Kelly taking that moment to slam her balls into his, producing a blurted “UHNN!” from him which the jogger must have understood, because she clasped a hand to her mouth, and then staggered across to the other side of the road, continuing at a much faster pace with a horrified expression as his forced mating cries followed her down the road.

“Uhn-UHn-UHNN!”

Once the woman had disappeared Kelly gave him a slap which made him whimper.

Sometimes she really could be a vindictive bitch, she thought as her smile curled even higher, propping Bill up against the van.

“IIiii think we got a minute to rest darl’…..”

Time to find that naughty little prostate.

“Oh.. oh that’s g-good…. UGHHHN-UGH-UGH!!!”

Kelly opened up with such savage thrusts that Bill would have been knocked out by the van’s metal exterior if she hadn’t gripped a hand around his neck and shoulders, the wind removed from his lungs as she piledrived every inch of horsecock into his beleaguered hole.

The two began a brutal, one-sided rutting session that had every scrap of Bill’s soul overtaken by pure, primal submissive pleasure.

“*UNG*-Where is itt…. *UNGHH*…….”

“UGHNGHU-UGNGHH…!”

Then she felt that small soft place…. The place no boy wants people to find, because…

“Bingo… time to get fagged,” she muttered.

Kelly directed every last shred of muscle in her body to piledrive a thrust into Billy’s prostate, and by the scream of bliss that escaped his lips, she knew she had scored a direct hit.

*UUUNNNNNHHHHUHHH-!”

A brain, once the right signals are sent to it, begins to secrete chemicals that overtake every other facet of its owner’s being.

Bill felt this now, a tidal wave of something more than pleasure, a shift in worlds like he had suddenly been opened up to his senses for the first time, the heat of Kelly’s body against the back of his legs warmer on his skin, the smell of her body odour more pungent, not quite masked by a summery, acrid perfume which she had probably doused herself in before arriving at his house, the heavy grunting that was being transmitted from her belly into his via a pulsing tuning rod which was drumming her heartbeat across his insides.

His eyelids fluttered, losing full control of his motor functions as his tongue lolled.

“Wh-wha…. NNGGgghhhwwhat the….”

Kelly grinned.

“Now’s not the time for talking honey, now’s the time for TAKING…”

She held him tighter and then savagely ploughed him like an Olympic rower crashing through the water, a devastating combination of power and precision overwhelming poor, outmatched Billy.

“UGH-UGH-UGH-GUHHHH!”

“*UGH*Oooohh*UGH* P-Billyrrr*UGHHHHH!!!”..”

The connection between them deepened, two bodies becoming one mass of roiling muscle and tissue, and he felt Kelly sweep him off his feet, legs in the air, as she rotated him on her cock like a marshmallow over a campfire.

When he finally came face to face, he knew he needed the woman whose face was so pent up and trembling with barely controlled lust that it had gone red and ugly, sweat beginning to collect between her tits and under the love handles at her sides.

She was the most perfect woman he’d ever seen.

Bill laid his hands on her face and leant forwards, planting a kiss on her lips, and the hulking woman he sat on rippled.

“Mmmmnn… God I really need to deliver this next one…. It’s almost Three-thirt-UUGHHH-!”

Billy hilted himself on the cock, letting gravity piledrive him from the tip all the way to the base, and for a moment pure blinding pleasure swept him up, so much so that for a moment he lost himself completely.

When his eyes snapped open they were back inside the van which was bouncing over imaginary speedbumps, Kelly drooling as she drilled his ass, her tits leaking again, and he tried to suck a nipple into his mouth and missed by a considerable distance, motor functions completely shot by the ecstasy splitting his brain in two as he slumped forward on Kelly who continued to blast away at his ass, grunting and roaring as his ass hugged her cock so tight that it was difficult at points to pull him up it.

Then she leaned forwards, a pained look coming across her face as the tortured suspension of the van was given a brief respite.

“Ohhh God!”

She whimpered it into his ear, and it was the most intimate thing he had ever felt as the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on began an orgasm that would change their lives, the flagpole inside him expanding, pulsing like a living creature, before releasing a stream of such explosive proportions that every inch of Bill became taut like steel as his body was subjected to the most blasphemous hosing possible, sperm diving into every crack of his insides.

Kelly groaned as a lightning bolt of pleasure zipped from the base of her spine to just behind her eyelids, Bill squeezing his anus around her uncontrollably as they joined in one spinning current of ecstasy that expanded and enveloped them both.

The two figure’s eyeballs shot upwards, the whites of both their eyes exposed in a hideous ritual of human excess as Bill’s belly drank in the feeling of being inseminated, his belly forced to expand by the pressure behind it, his own cock letting fly in a twenty-one cum salute that flung thin lines over his face and against the windshield as his aching balls released, man and woman moaning as they finally fulfilled their unsaid promises to each other.

“Jesus honey….”

She began whispering prayers into his ear.

“Praise the lord for blessing me with my beautiful angel….”

Her teeth grazed his, a tongue working its way inside his mouth.

“… Mmphhh…. and for giving him the booty of the devil….”

The sea-monster pulsed inside his belly as she grasped both his buttocks firmly, clasping them to prevent their escape.

*DINGDINGDINGDING*

Kelly glanced at the phone, happily watching it buzz across the dashboard, before picking it up and throwing it out of the window.

It hit concrete with a crack.

*dingdingdingding*

“Ugh, kinda wished that would have broken it,” she sighed, before smiling and stroking the cheek of Billy who seemed to be half there, and half somewhere else entirely, glancing into space, and then honing in on the woman smiling in front of him.

“Hey.”

“Hey there.”

“D-do you… still have… deliveries?”

She continued to stroke him as she replied, “Yeah… But we can take as long as we want, Darl.”

***

Two weeks later…

Collin marched down the road, spying the delivery van sat in the driveway of no. seven, Holloway Street.

It looked like another dent had been added to the collection, wondering if it had anything to do with the new jaunty angle of the post-box at number thirty, a few streets away.

His ears perked up as the sounds of something high-pitched broke the mutter of birdsong and distant cars.

“For God’s sake,” he uttered, lengthening his laughably short stride.

As he got to the front porch, the sounds resolved into the sounds of someone in distress, a rhythmic “Uh!-Uh!-Uh!” with accompanying creaks of a bed adding to the choir.

He set his face in grim determination and raised a dainty hand to the knocker.

*Clunk-Clunk*

“Uh!-Uhhh-Kelluuuhhh!!-uh-uh!”

*Thump-Thump-Thump*

A tendon stood out in his jaw.

He knocked harder.

*CLUNK!-CLUNK!*

The sounds cut out, and the creak of bed slats being saved from an enormous weight was followed a minute later by heavy steps on the stairwell.

“-ll you answer the door then..”

“…ybe you should make me…”

“Oh you sauc-…… -en I get my hands on you!”

*schwap!*

“OoooH!”

Collin clenched a fist, tapping his foot faster.

A few more seconds of giggling took place, before the door opened with the sight of a sweaty, red-faced Billy.

“Oh, h-hi there Coll, what can I do you for?”

“Well I-!”

“WHO IS IT!”bawled Kelly from across the house.

“It’s Collin!” called Billy back as Collin thinned his lips.

“Well TELL HIM TO COME BACK LATER, I GOTTA FILL YOUR ASS UP WI-“

“y-YES HONEY!” Billy crowed, forcing some nervous laughter, hands clutching each other as he turned back to Collin.

“Uh.. is it alright if you come back la-“

“For GOD’S sake!!”

Collin barged past a shocked-looking Billy and stomped into the living room.

“Where is she!”

“Ah… who…..”

Collin turned to address him, dripping with sarcasm.

“Oh, the virgin mary…. KELLY of course!”

“Did someone speak of the devil?”

Collin bleated as Kelly wove into view, ducking past the ceiling light.

Her dressing gown was so tented at the front that it looked like she was aiming a shotgun directly at him underneath the silk, the scenario broken by the gigantic wet spot that she wasn’t bothering in any way to hide

“Hey neighbour-e-o, nice to see ya, but scram.”

She gestured to Billy who hurried over to her side, and she spanked him so hard on the ass that he nearly was sent into the kitchen, having to collect himself.

“I’m tryin’ to get this bitch pregnant.”

“K-kel… not in front of the neighbours…” whispered Billy, face peachy red.

“OUR neighbours,” she said, “and what you gonna do if I say no?”

It wasn’t a question, a smirk on her face as she lifted his chin to gaze into loving eyes.

“EXCUSE ME!” Collin exclaimed, trembling, “But this is… NOT acceptable behaviour!”

Bill and Kelly both stopped.

“YOU, are not my neighbour,” he said pointing at Kelly.

“..And YOU…”

He pointed at Bill who shrank.

“… Are you insane?! Doing unspeakable things with that… freak!”

He felt himself getting into a rhythm as Bill’s face went red.

“Y-you’ve been…. Doing unseemly things in public, and… and we’re not standing for it any more!”

Kelly regarded him with a cool eyebrow as he continued, now galloping to the conclusion.

“.. And I regret to inform you that you should cease and desist all of your actions right now!”

For a long moment nobody spoke, Collin deflating a little after having said his piece.

When Kelly spoke, it was with a deep, clear tone.

“We?”

“…..Yes, WE…..The… the neighbourhood!”

“Hmmm… What actions?”

“What… act..? THE…. THE……”

He had to spit the word out.

“…FUCKING!”

She cocked her head.

“I believe it’s quite legal to have sex in one’s own home.”

His face turned a brighter shade of scarlet.

“A-and what about in public….. you were doing it right outside our house in that van, I saw it, and my wife saw it!!!”

For the first time a smirk crossed Kelly’s face.

“If you have an issue with your local delivery service I suggest you call them directly… and I know your wife saw it… she came over to ask about it actually.”

At this the colour drained from Collin’s face.

“Oh… Yes… well… well I ASKED her to, obviously I knew that..!”

She licked her lips.

“Funny… maybe she wanted to see a real set of balls….”

Her eyes flicked to his crotch.

“… as I don’t seem to detect any in this house other than my own.”

Collin took a step back, adjusting his shirt collar as Kelly winked at Bill.

“I… I have perfectly adequate balls, and my wife agrees, thank you very much!”

She smirked.

“Keep telling yourself that honey.”

Something on the outside of his temple throbbed.

“Listen, I-I’ve had quite enough of this nonsense!

“Oh.. really?”

He looked angrily at Bill who blushed, unable to meet the man’s gaze.

“YES. This is outrageous! In open view! I’ll…. I’ll call your work…. I’ll see you fired for this!”

Bill looked at Kelly with worry in his eyes, but she seemed completely unafraid, lounging in her chair like the Queen of England.

“Well… seeing as it’s such an awful threat, I think I better get some relaxation whilst we’re talking about it…. Billy, suck my cock for me, would ya honey?”

Billy hesitated for a moment, staring in shock first at Kelly, then at Collin, but a clearing of the throat was all that was required from his master to cause him to fall to his knees and begin to unzip her.

“W-what the hell are you….?”

Collin’s face morphed into one of horror as Billy pulled out the biggest penis he had ever seen in his life from between Kelly’s legs, and began to kiss like one would kiss a lover on their cheek, tender, heartfelt smooches up the side, following the bulging vein which Collin was sure was openly throbbing.

“HEY, S-STOP THAT, YOU CAN’T DO THAT IN FRONT OF ME…..!!”

“Pretty sure it’s my house,” said Kelly lazily.

Collin whined, his eyes glued to the pair as the sounds of saliva and skin-sucking began to drill between his ears.

“I-IT’S NOT YOUR HOUSE, IT’S HIS HOUSE, y-you don’t belong in this neighbourhood…!

Kelly groaned as Bill opened his mouth wide and managed to sink his lips down onto her head, sucking the head like a baby with a dummy, eyes closed, as peaceful as if he were practicing a yoga pose.

“Glmmmmhhh.”

Kelly grinned.

“Seems his lips around my cock says otherwise… I can do what I want in this house, and Bill here agrees with me…”

She stroked his chin.

“… especially when you get that ring on my finger.”

A pudgy finger waggled in mid-air, and Bill took a second to kiss her pee-hole and nod upwards.

Collin looked like someone had wrapped a noose around his neck.

“Well.. I’LL GET YOU FIRED THEN. IF YOU DON’T LEAVE RIGHT NOW, I’LL CALL YOUR WORKPLACE!”

Kelly responded by gazing up at the ceiling as Billy began to coax a constant white leak of fluid from her piss-hole.

“HNNNn…. You wanna do it, do it… number’s on the van, write it down on your way ooout….”

The next groan made Collin tremble as he watched her pull Billy’s head down on her cock so it bulged his cheek, pointed directly at him.

“I… I WILL….. You f-freaks,” he spat, fiddling with his shirt as Billy glugged back and forth on the gigantic shaft.

*GlUH-GLUH-GLUHHHHGGG!*

Kelly began to breath more heavily, and Collin saw the warning signs.

“G-Good day to you!” he whimpered before marching towards the door.

“Ey Carl!”

He turned.

“M-My Name is-!

He stopped dead when he saw the lidded expression on Kelly’s sweat dappled face.

“….Col...”

Kelly opened her mouth wide, and Bill’s eyes bugged out as she roared, a bellow that froze Collin as her balls began to pulse like nuclear reactors, and the man beneath her began gulping like her life depended on it, rapid fire *GLUH-GLUH-GLUHs* filling the room as the whites of his eyes became visible.

Watching a man getting inseminated had Colling undone, whimpering as Billy clutched desperately at Kelly for support as his belly began to press forwards through his t-shirt, whilst the woman herself grabbed his head and pulled it further down, a white foam around his lips signalling how hard he was sucking to keep the cum from exploding out of his mouth and onto the floor.

Then Billy made one tiny error, perhaps a bit of cum down the wrong hole, and his nostrils ejected cum, followed by a coughing, spluttering Billy attempting to pull himself off as jizz back-splashed all over Kelly’s groin, and exploded onto his face, Collin watching on and clutching himself for some shred of comfort as he saw more ejaculate than he had ever witnessed in his life hit the man at point-blank range, Billy falling sideways, creamy-faced and retching as he tried to rid his lungs of sperm.

As soon as his head fell away from it, Collin was suddenly facing down the barrel of the cannon, and he flinched, terrified, just managing to close his eyes before he was hit with a wall of hot ejaculate, a tidal wave that consumed his entire frame.

“GLGHHH!”

“UGHHHHh,” groaned Kelly, her sperm cannon firing another heavy spurt across the face of their neighbour.

Some of it hit his tongue, and he tried to throw up, only for more to hit his throat.

He staggered back, and slid on wet feet onto the carpet, trying to put his arms up as Kelly advanced, hosing him down with another stream that seemed to clump against his clothing until he was nothing but a moaning, sopping wet splat in the centre of a cum-swamp.

When Kelly was finished, heaving and spent, she lazily stomped over to where Bill was just getting up.

“Hey, you okay boy?”

She pulled him to her, planting soft kisses over each bit of him.

He nodded after a few moments, dazed.

“Oh Darl you did so GOOD!” she enthused, stroking him, before checking his belly “…. You’re getting great at this… I reckon soon you’ll be able to take half of it inside you!”

*PHGmm* “….Y-yeah….”

His eyes crawling down to the small lake in the middle of his living room, with their neighbour at the centre of it.

“I… think half might be… *HIC* difficult…”

Kelly cooed as a sliver of sperm fell down his chin, placing a finger on it and pulling it back up into his mouth.

“Don’t waste any,” she said in a soft, but serious tone.

He burped as they both turned to look at their neighbour who was attempting to lift himself to his feet, just able to make out beetroot purple cheeks under a basting of cum.

“Y-YOU… *PFFGHH*… You ANIMAL!” choked Collin, somehow managed to stand under the sodden weight of his filthy garments.

“Number’s on the van,” Kelly said, smirking.

“YOU’LL *Ghl* L-LOSE YOUR JOB… I’LL…. BOTH OF YOU…….”

He managed to carry himself to the door, still shouting expletives before slamming the door.

Kelly rubbed his Bill’s cheek, grinning.

“How long do you think ‘til he realises?”

“… realises what?”

“That the number doesn’t work, and I’m finishing up next week.”

His eyes widened.

“Oh, that’s amazing, how come!”

She grinned apologetically.

“Well I uh… I kinda got fired for breaking my phone and not delivering a bunch of stuff last week…”

“Oh Kel!!! Well have you started looking for a new job??”

“Sure I did!” She pulled him to her lap and sat on the broken sofa which didn’t even bother offering up a screech, more of a *WUMP*. “I actually FOUND one….. as your stay-at-home housewife!!”

He paused, confused, and then burst out laughing, and the pleasant, soft flutter made her want to breed him again.

“Haha, well that… sounds like a great job!”

“I thought so too…. You’re doing the cooking though, unless you like poptarts.”

Bill shrugged, pushing her cock aside so he could nuzzle against her.

“I feel like you’ll have enough down there to feed me between meals anyway.”

He gave her nuts a squeeze.

“OhhhhH! You cheeky boy….!”

Outside he noticed Collin still drenched, stomping down the driveway and realised with a start that there was a subtle tent in his jeans, and he was attempting to bend over slightly to hide it.

“Hey… did you see…?”

“Hard as a rock,” Kelly finished for him, “all boys love girl-seed….. which is why you’d better put a ring on it if you wanna keep me.”

She gestured her ring figure.

He kissed her neck.

“How about we take a visit to the jewellery store next wwEEEUUKUGHHH!?”

A hand clamped across his balls.

“EEuuuhhh! T….Tomorrow!?” he mewled.

Kelly nodded.

“Tomorrow.”

***

Colling struggled to pull each leg forwards.

His shirt and jeans were heavy with Kelly’s effluence, and he trembled with rage, snivelling as he managed to make his way up his own drive, and push the door open.

“OH!”

His wife dropped the butter she had been carrying which hit the ground with a dull *THUNK*.

“PHlm… It’s… s’nothing…..”

Her nostrils fluttered, and recognition hit her.

“Collin… is that…. Cum?”

His face went so purple it seemed like his entire head had been replaced by a ripe plum.

“NO, it’s…. *Glh* Did you go to Billy’s house last week??”

She gazed down in confusion at the way he was walking, slightly hunched over, and realised that he was sporting a proud erection.

“Collin! What? Well….maybe… but who did this?”

“I…. don’t want to talk about it!” he snapped, disappearing up the stairs, trying to wipe his face clear of icing.

“Was it… Kelly?”

“I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!”, he snapped, slamming the bathroom door closed.

“Interesting,” she murmured, heat flowing south.

***

“COME ON!”

He ground his teeth as the plonking background music chugged on into its second hour.

“She must have tricked me somehow… there must be a number….”

But as far as he could work out, the number itself had been correct, and despite constant waiting lines and assurances, he had not managed to speak to a single human being.

Finally he slammed the phone down and collapsed to the desk in exasperation.

The whiff of cum made him shiver.

Despite taking two showers, the smell hadn’t quite left him.

His cheeks went red as he remembered the heat of Kelly’s body inhabiting every orifice, and moaned as heat rushed south.

No, she’ll pay for this.

“Well… I’ll just have to go somewhere they can’t ignore me!”

He refreshed his laptop and began to type.

“Forest….. deliveries…… A-HA!”

He checked the address again and sat up.

“Honey, I’m going out!”

“Okay darling…. How long will you be out?“

“Maybe two or three hours!” he responded.

“Okay great!!”

He curved an eyebrow at the enthusiasm in her response.

Probably nothing.

Collin sat up, gathering his keys.

Time to show what happens to indecent folk in this neighbourhood.

***

*CLANG-CLANG*

The rusty door seemed to be so loud that he was sure people on the other side of the Atlantic had heard it.

When no one answered he gazed up at the ugly building made up of metallic and brick-coloured squares, the smell of vehicle exhausts and dust in the air.

He was sure this was the right address.

A van trundled out of a loading bay down the line, ‘Forest deliveries’ stamped in yellow letters across its side.

He knocked on the door again before trying it.

Locked.

Collin sniffed and waved at the van driver, but the woman paid him no heed, grinding gum in her mouth as she sped past him.

Well then.

He trudged down the loading bays, seeing vans in various states of disuse or being filled.

Eventually he came to one which seemed to have the most activity, tens of women and one-or-two men hefting boxes into a van almost identical to Kelly’s although perhaps in even worse condition, sagging sadly at the back end.

No-one stopped to acknowledge him, and even when he walked in was challenged by the barest of glances.

Well, if they didn’t stop him….

He puffed up hist chest and marched inside, nearly bowled over by a huge dark-skinned woman who looked of roughly similar proportions to Kelly, although her hair was shaved with a bullring on her nose, shirt drenched in sweat, company jacket weathered and browning at the edges.

Recognition formed on her face.

“Hey…. I know you……. Holloway street right?”

He realised she had delivered at their house once or twice before.

“Ah! Yes… um… well remembered….”

A glimmer of mirth in her face that he didn’t like emerged.

“Ohhh I go down your street all the time sugar……. What brings you here?”

He picked himself up and made his back ramrod straight.

“I-I’m here to complain!”

She snorted, suddenly looking bigger than she had a second before.

“About what.”

He felt the wind temporarily leave his sails, before puffing his chest up again.

“A-about that Kelly woman… do you know her?”

“Ha!”

Her grin put him on edge as she shook her head like there was a joke he wasn’t privy to.

“…. Well you better see Dunya then.”

She seemed to cock her head and then headed for the driver side of the door, speaking quickly to one of the other women who looked over at Collin.

Jesus, were these women from the land of the giants or something?

The second woman was equally tall but slimmer, auburn hair scraped back into a tight bun, a sour expression on her face

None of this entered his brain however, because the only thing he could think about were her two monstrous breasts.

He’d never seen anything like them.

They were bolted onto her muscled frame, watermelons on steroids that looked like they had permanent wet patches in front of swollen, cherry-sized areolas.

When he looked up, it was to jade-green eyes locked on his.

Collin’s breathing became fast and shallow as he was sucked into sharp cheeks beneath a haughty brow, the woman lingering on him for a moment longer than he was comfortable with and muttering something under her breath to the driver who chuckled, then slapped the side of the van with a calloused hand, the metal reverberating like it had just been involved in a minor accident as the engine ignited, a tortured howl that had Collin wondering if it would make it out of the depot.

As it was it crawled out and began to accelerate, flying out of view at a speed quite at odds with the vehicle’s ramshackle appearance.

Then the stern woman began to approach.

She seemed to loom larger and larger until he was looking up rather than forwards, her face so serious that Collin wilted as her eyes locked onto him for the briefest of moments.

Muscles in places he didn’t know there were meant to be muscles rippled on her body, the wet spots in her shirt spreading.

“D…. Dunya?”

“Yah?”

She put her hands on her hips.

“I uh… I want to…”

She took a step forward so her body was right on him, chest inches from his nose, the collar open so he was almost falling into her impressive cleavage, slightly sour breath hitting his forehead along with the smell of her body odour.

“..to say….”

She leaned over him, coming nose to nose, nostrils flaring, and the words he had been trying to push out of his lips slid back down his throat.

“We discuss upstairs.”

Her push past him was nonchalant, yet so forceful that he staggered back, nearly falling again as she stomped into a warehouse so large that Collin, once he had caught up with her, wondered if he would be able to find his way out alone, rows of gigantic shelves with forklifts and people lazily walking between them quite sedate in their movements and in no hurry to deliver any items to their destinations.

Dunya stopped at a flight of metal steps that led up to a foreman’s office overlooking the facility.

She gestured without a word at Collin who shuffled up.

“So, I just wanted to…”

A hand began to guide his ass up, and he looked back in surprise.

“Um, I don’t need help……”

“Safety,” she grunted, slapping his ass, and he tittered, eyes widening as he hurried up ahead.

Her lip curled up at the left side as she began to accelerate and suddenly Collin found himself being pursued by the woman whose hand flashed forwards with a fearsome blow that nearly sent him up a few steps on its own.

*SMACK*

“AAIIHH!… OKAY I’m sorry, I’ll go faste-“

The stairs shook with the force of her pursuit as she was up behind him in the blink of an eye.

*SMACK*

“OOOOOHHH!”

His eyes watered as he began sprinting up the steps, the look of cold glee in his pursuer’s eyes clear, metal vibrating as she leapt upwards taking four at a time to reach him again easily.

“P-PLEASE DON-“

*SMACK*

“OOOOOOOH!”

Tears sprung from his eyes as he scrambled up the final few stairs on his hands and knees, clutching the railing as she loomed over him, before laughing with a sprinkle of spring in her voice.

“Oh… flirty boy…. Go, in office.”

Collin managed to barge into the foreman’s office, a simple room with a desk, some chairs and filing cabinets, red in the face and ass, trembling.

When he turned back, she was looming in the entrance, huge trap and arm muscles silhouetted by the halogen lights of the warehouse.

The hairs on his neck stood up as he realised she was walking through the only entrance… and exit.

The wet patches on her front had leaked all the way down her shirt.

Her front was covered in breastmilk.

She walked towards him and Collin crept around the back of the desk, wiping his eyes and whimpering as she advanced until she was right up against him again, the smell of her hard-worked body fluttering in his nostrils as she slid by him, and into the seat.

“Oh.. right… I-OOOH!”

Colling had no time to relax as he was pulled into a rough position on top of her, like a child on their father’s knee, head resting on one humungous bosom.

“You tell me problem.”

Her tone was business-like, but the eager eyes roaming across his facial features and the hand squeezing his knee were most certainly not, the milky, smooth skin of her breast warm on his face.

“O-oh well-uh…. I-I have a complaint to make….”

She smirked.

“It is your wife, yes?”

He paused as he took in the fact that his side was being soaked against her shirt, which looked like it was being hit with a waterfall, nipples streaming endless translucent fluid.

“Um… my wife?”

She cocked her head.

“Oh. I make mistake. What problem?”

“Well… one of you drivers has been doing indecent activities in public.”

She adjusted, and one of her nipples rubbed against his shoulder, producing a grunt.

“*Hn*…. so your wife yes?”

“What?! No, why do you keep saying that, my wife has nothing to do with it!…… Your driver has been….”

She waited with a sarcastic eyebrow raised as he tried to push the words out.

“…F….Fucking… one of our neighbours in public, in one of your delivery vans!”

Her expression didn’t waver an inch, only fluttering when she rubbed the same nipple back across his shoulder.

Collin didn’t pull his arm back.

“What they do?”

He looked at her incredulously as her hand rubbed a little further up his thigh, his breath shortening as he felt her squeeze again.

“OH.. w-what? Please stop that…. I just told you, they were f-fucking in public!”

“What position.”

“Position!?!?”

She came further, and her pinky finger touched the firm bulge in his pants as she rubbed his side again with the nipple which was producing milk like an open tap.

Collin allowed his shoulder to press more firmly against it, shuddering as he felt the tough nub spurt on his top.

“Yes, you show me position of your neighbour.”

“I-I’m not showing you any positions!… C-can you stop that please!”

He managed to get a hand on her wrist as her pinky feathered against his penis for a moment, a sheen of sweat forming on his brow, not wholly because of the claustrophobic heat of the office.

“If you show me position… I give her warning.”

“A WARNING?!? Sh-She should be f-UUunn-fired… p-please could you.. ooohHhhu….”

She rubbed a little more insistently against his bulge which responded, throbbing in his pants, and panic gripped his chest as he tried to prise her wrist away, but realised it was like trying to re-locate a lamppost.

“Oooh-kay I uh… I apologise-UHN, I think I made a mistaAAKKKe!!!”

For the first time the hint of a smile cracked through her cold exterior, although it was anything but warm.

“No mistake…. Why not I give you a proposition?”

He moaned as she fondled his hardness, pulling his head between her breasts and pressing her sweaty forehead against his, their bodies hot and damp in such a confined space.

“You show me positions… I speak with driver… “

She squeezed his cock and began to rub it like she was close to discovering fire.

“UUHNNNNNNN!”

“More positions…. *Mmh* ….. you help me…..”

Huge lips were so close to his, and the combination of the tiny room, the atmosphere and being enveloped by this humungous woman had Collin struggling to find a solution as he watched her tongue slide from between her mouth, and tease slowly across his upper lip.

The heat of her breath, and the subtle smell of nicotine in it, was something that awoke something deep within him as a calloused hand came up to rub across his face, tough skin that had seen thousands of hours of manual labour pressed onto him.

“I…”

She rubbed his bulge a little harder and he wheezed, breaths coming shallow and fast as she teased his mouth and he found his lips opening, ready to accept her.

It made his heart pound as she swept past his waiting pout.

“MHhhnn….”

Still she teased, sliding her tongue down his jaw and nibbling his neck.

“Yes…. Good you came to me… Dunya will help you…..”

Collin’s body was aching to be sated as she furiously ground against his cock, squeezing up pre-cum which made a wet patch in his underwear as she gave a soft hickey on his neck, making him swoon, his thin frame lost in the valley of her sweat-dappled chest.

“UHHNn!”

“I help you….”

When her tongue teased past his lips again he couldn’t bear the thought of her not kissing him, and despite telling himself no, pressed his mouth forward onto hers, teasing her tongue all the way into his mouth to meet his own. They intertwined, Collin moaning in relief as he finally tasted the saliva of this incredible woman who grunted, and applied so much suction it felt like she was trying to breathe in his head as they began to wrestle, back and forth, his hands suddenly roving up her body to the lake of wetness on her front.

She ripped her shirt open without so much as a second thought, finally revealing the two monstrous tits with a hint of sag and a beauty spot on the left one, near the top, a sheen of translucence across them where she had been producing rivers of milk for the last ten minutes, the floor and chair now wet and beginning to smell.

“Hugnnguh…”

The woman’s nipples were so hard they looked ready to pop, two ripe cherries just waiting to be suckled, and Collin closed in and murmured as his tongue swept across a wet, hard nub.

“HUuUUNGN….”

The groan she made was un-feminine, akin to the grunting of a hippo as Collin tasted her slightly sweet, somewhat bitter milk.

The nipple, upon suction, exploded into his mouth.

It was delightful, and he began to work away furiously at her left bud to receive as much milk as possible. .

“Suck… Hhhh….”

She pulled him from the left side and shoved his head against the right, cradling him like a baby as he sucked with all his might, attempting to accept every last ounce of Mother’s milk, and she grunted as his belly began to fill with her body-heat.

“Ohhh…. Good you come….”

Then an iron bar began to dig into his hip.

What was that?

The nipple came free of his mouth with a wet *POP*, and he looked down at the tent raging in her workman’s pants.

It looked like someone had stuffed a baseball bat in her pants.

When he looked up there was a look of such hunger plastered over her features that it scared him.

“OH… That’s….?”

She nodded, grinning fully for the first time.

“Yes. We put in you.”

“I-in me?..”

His voice came out as a squeak as she began to lick her lips, gyrating him a little on her lap.

“Sit on it.”

He whinnied as she began to wrestle him into a front-facing straddle, his arms around her boobs which she brought to sandwich his head.

“MPHH-OHH! I-I’m-PHhh- not sure…”

His heart pounded in his chest as his own rock-hard member ground up against something so utterly superior that every scrap of masculinity in his body quivered, his foundations shaken to their core.

“Daaaaa, you feel it ah?”

“….Oh God…..”

She ground him against her, and Collin suddenly realised what a stripper must feel like, except somehow the roles had reversed, and he was the one being forced up against an (admittedly gorgeous) woman’s erection.

A part of him stoutly informed the rest of his brain that he should stop being gay and man up, but it is hard to be confident in one’s manhood when it is rubbing right up against what amounts to a demon dick, and Collin’s hands came to it under Dunya’s watchful eye.

He had to see what pleasuring her felt like.

When his fingers pressed against the rough fibres of her pants, closing around the ridiculous appendage, Dunya wheezed.

“HUN!”

Seeing her whole body jerk, the way her face lit up, was more than enough incentive to make him squeeze it again.

Dunya’s hands let go of his thighs, falling to the hand-rests of the flimsy chair which she clutched as Collin jerked her giant member, wishing he could remove her pants by magic to really begin to masturbate the woman as her legs straightened and then contracted, grunts drawn from her lips as Collin briefly attached to one of her tits again, downing more milk.

Wouldn’t want to get a dry throat whilst jerking off the forewoman, right?

A few minutes of him swilling like an alcoholic whilst clutching a raging hard-on through her trousers took place before Dunya decided she’d had enough of the niceties.

Her belt buckle clinked as she began to release it, and Collin found his mouth watering despite his belly being nearly full of her fluid as she pushed him up a little so she could wiggle her pants down to her knees and then the floor, still attached to her breast as he managed to look down between her cleavage to an absolute monster of a cock, a twelve-inch hammer that looked like it might have enough meat to make ten of his own meagre cocks and have some left over.

Light-headed, he focused in on the vein throbbing near the spout, which was leaking like a flooded drain, a steady fountain of white coming down the sides and dripping onto hairless testicles, skin sagging in places, probably due to the insane size of her swollen tennis balls.

Collin’s fervency was tested in that moment, wavering at the sight of the biggest manhood he had ever seen attached to a woman who was clearly in no two minds about ploughing him over her desk.

He didn’t struggle as she pushed him until he was back on the desk, and landed on him, winding him with a *UHN* as she re-inserted her tongue into his mouth, flinging his shoes over her shoulder and working on his pants to shimmy them down his thighs.

He felt all this, and perhaps the excitement of the situation made him blasé about what was about to happen, but he hadn’t felt such passion in so long…..

The cool breeze of an air conditioning unit kissed his bare ass-cheek, and he tensed up in surprise at the unusual sensation.

Then something gigantic and wet pressed up against his asshole.

“UHHH…. D-DUNYA…. I d-don’t think they did this position….”

She cocked her head.

“I do not think you sure… we check.”

She began to press hard into him.

“UGUHHH- I-I REALLY DON’T THINK THIS WAS ONE…”

Her face brooked no argument, and the full weight of her tits was pressing down on his chest, pinning him to the table.

“Now we make babies.”

“B-BUT-OHH- BUT I CAN’T HAVE BABIEEESSSUUHHH!!”

She sneered and pushed harder.

“WE… TRRRYYY!!”

Then his anal rim, tiring from the stress of remaining taut and attempting to keep out the monster, gave way, Dunya’s wet mushroom slipping inside him with an audible *POP*.

“UuughhhUUUUUUUUHHHHHH!”

Collin’s entire body went completely rigid, like one-thousand volts had just zipped through his system as Dunya’s nostrils flared, back rippling, eyes closed as she adjusted to this new feeling, this intense dose of giving and receiving.

A droplet of sweat rolled down Collin’s temple as he gazed up at a tiger with her hands firmly on his thighs, no hint of remorse on her face, only a burning desire as she bit her lip.

‘Why is she perfect.’

Even as she pushed herself inside him, he couldn’t deny how beautiful and perfect she was, a picture of femininity and masculine power.

“Uhnnn…”

Then she pushed again.

His internal organs shifted as something moved between them.

“UHHHHHH-!”

The pain of her dick sliding deeper inside him was intense, and his eyelids would have screwed shut, but the zeal in her eyes kept him transfixed as she merged their souls and bodies together, and when her hips finally met his ass, he could scarcely bring himself to believe what was happening, the lights in the room brighter, the green in her eyes sharper.

Then a pulse from the pillar in his core made his whole body arch.

“MMMHHH”

“Uhn…Da….”

This beast of a woman was balls deep in his ass, throbbing inside him.

“Ho God… OH God….”

She was groaning too, eyelids fluttering as she hugged him tight.

“I… help you……. *hnn*… So gooood…”

The two trembled…. And then Dunya pulled back her hips an inch… and melded them back into his body.

“HNNNN!”

She did it again, and again, and once more, and when she rested in him the fourth time the pain was ever-so-slightly giving way to rippling waves of pleasure that emanated from the throbbing baseball bat lodged inside him.

This was so dangerous.

It shouldn’t feel good.

He couldn’t be getting so much pleasure from a dick.

Another deep, measured thrust lit him up, and for the first time Collin made a pornstar moan of pleasure.

“Uhnnnn!”

No woman had made him feel this good.

She was clearly enjoying it also, Collin able to tell by the steady stream of milk which was transforming his front into a sticky swamp, and Dunya confirmed it with a harsh contortion of her body to send a long, heavy dick-thrust which caught him so flush and full that a squeal burst from his lips, his body having no answer to the sheer delight being forced through him.

“OOOOOH!!!”

“Shhhhhhhhh,” she cooed, “Now you take *Hn* a good dick today…!”

She shoved herself back into him and his eyes rolled back as she oscillated back and forth, not too brutal that it didn’t feel like lovemaking, but certainly more aggressive than any sex he’d had before as she violently kissed him, forcing her tongue around his mouth and grunting as she crushed their bodies together.

“MHHNNGHG!”

“Mnhn.”

His lungs were being squeezed by the sheer weight of her, and she hit him with another heavy butt-plugging thrust which had him swooning, out of sheer self-preservation angling himself on her next thrust so she didn’t break him in half, gasping as instead she hit something so pleasurable that he nearly blacked out.

“Whuhhh!?!”

“OOhhhhh!!!”

Her expression seemed to open up into one of quiet excitement at his sudden keening, planting herself a little more heavily into the floor before exploding into action, laying down a series of thrusts so malevolent that the desk shook under the intense force his whole body spasming as she attacked the newly-discovered prostate of her new muse.

*WUMP-WUMP-WUMP!*

“DAAAHhh-GOOooooODDDD!!!…”

“UUHUNN-UHHN-uhHHNN!!!”

Collin realised through the haze of carnal bliss that he was crying out like a woman as he came, asshole squeezing tight around her shaft and distended so ridiculously wide, her womanhood sliding between it.

The first spurt would have hit the ceiling, instead firing straight up into Dunya’s belly and tits.

“UHHN!”

Pleasure ripped up his shaft as invisible hands squeezed his balls, and a long string of whiteness shot even further, all over his face.

“HUHN.”

Dunya grinned, feeling his effluence spurt onto her belly, and jabbed her hips a little to help him along with the ride as she released her own subtle spurt of warmth into his insides.

“DAAHhhhh, good bitch….”

As he creamed himself, he whimpered in dismay as another long string went over his eye, then his mouth, then just inside one nostril.

“Phmgg!!”

His balls ached by the time they had finished, already preparing for more as Dunya made sure her cum-slut was clean by spearing him again, Collin trembling as he lay there, wedged against the brutal anus invader with no hopes of escape.

“D-dunya… Dunyaaauhhh…. I-I have a WIFE-UHHH!.….”

She sneered as she was fucking him..

“Good,*un-un-UNN*….. you tell her how this *UN!* feels….”

And then Dunya pulled back, feet planted on the floor, bringing his legs up, ankles against her shoulders.

Breeding position.

He had only seen women getting fucked like this in porn videos, and he barely had time to whimper before she began to batter away at him, exorcising him of any trace of his manhood as hips began to slap into butt-cheeks, loud meaty *SCHWAPP-SCHWAPP-SCHWAPPs* that echoed around the small hut, which shook with the force of the sheer pounding.

*CHNK-CHNK-CHNK-CHNK-!*

“OHHHH-OH-oOHHH-AIHHHHHHUHHHHH!”

The windows rattled as Collin squealed and held onto the desk for dear life as he was deflowered, Dunya opening up the throttle as she ratcheted up her body-slamming thrusts until she was almost fucking him like a pneumatic drill.

The noise was tremendous, like the entire building was going to come down around them, blinds clacking, desk screeching as it was inched across the floor by the weight of Dunya’s thrusts, and the harsh smell of cum and sweat filled the tiny room like a sauna, steam coming to the windows as Collin whined like a bitch in heat as Dunya bred him like one.

“UHH-UHH-UHHHH!”

“DAaaah-AH-AH-AH!”

Dunya was almost laughing, but the pleasure prevented her from doing more than uttering stuttered breathes of mirth as she crushed her hips up against his raw butt-cheeks, droplets rolling down her face and onto her tits as she gripped him with sweaty palms, nails digging into his calves as she exorcised any last trace of manhood from his psyche.

Collin cried.

He cried for the first time in years, because he had never been bullied this hard since he was a child, and yet he had never experienced something so soul-wrenchingly beautiful, the quiet, safe world he knew upended and thrown into storm-filled seas with Dunya at its centre, a howling tornado pulling him into her currents his as her cock hit that place that made him see stars.

As soon as she saw his eyes roll back she became a markswoman once more.

She aimed her hips at the same place and hit it again, and again, and again.

Huge spurts of pleasure raged through his body….. and then his consciousness was ripped away by an orgasm so brutal he looked like he was having an epileptic fit, fingers curling into claws which gripped uselessly on the desk, feet flexing against Dunya’s shoulders, the tendons in his neck sticking out as he offered a series of high-pitched moans like a woodland creature calling out in the night.

Dunya watched him all the way, watching his pupils dilate, licking the sweat from his brow as he shook, his mind taken to another place entirely.

When he came to his senses, ass aching, legs loose where the muscles had been stretched into all-new positions, Dunya was going at a slower pace, rapt as she enjoyed the process of him working out where he was, and what situation he was in.

He looked up into the body and face of the devil, tempting him to the dark, placing a kiss on his left ankle.

Then Collin realised he could hear voices from outside calling out and laughing.

“Ey, you want any help in there!”

“Haha boss you gotta stop treating your clients so good, save some for the rest of us!”

“Mind if I come up and fill in some reports??!”

She let out a hazy grin, jutting her hips gently so it was more of a gentle prodding of his prostate.

“Da……”

Collin shivered, keening every time she nuzzled his special place.

“You think *uh* we should *uh!* take a b-break?....*OOHhhhhh….*”

A tightening of the jaw suggested this was the wrong question.

“MMmmmhh… no… maybe we ask ladies for help?”

She gestured with her head to the window where people where still catcalling and laughing from below.

Collin’s eyes widened in fear.

He couldn’t take a pounding from another woman like this.

“N-NOoo-uh…!!!!”

She cocked her eyebrow, the edges of her mouth threatening to creep upwards.

“Because you *Uh* like me?...”

At this he shivered, caught between his desire to see her cum and the duty he owed as a husband.

“I… yes…..”

She nodded, puffing her chest which made her tits stick out further than they already were from her body, flinging some trails of milk into the air.

“You stay with me.”

“W-what?! N-no… I have a wife!”

She smirked rubbing a lazy finger up his calf.

“You cheat.”

Something tightened behind his forehead.

“Sh… she doesn’t need to know.”

She came down and enclosed him in the warmth of her bosom, running a wet tongue across his nose and cheek, the smell of her breath hot and close.

“…..Your wife cheat too.”

Dunya’s smirk was infuriating, and Collin’s voice became insistent for the first time in a while.

“Huh!? *Uhhh*… N-No she wouldn’t!”

He trembled as she nuzzled his prostate again, making his hips buck.

“SH-SHE IS NOT! She…*UGHHH!*…”

A roll of her hips with a violent sheathing wrecked him, the flailing of his body held easily by the weight of her tits as pleasure ripped through his brain.

“UHNN!”

She whispered the next words in his ear, pressing lead weight down on him, huge, wet nipples against his.

“Oh stupid man… your wife take *UnN* order this week.”

“Oh… *UUh* S-so what!?…”

He didn’t like the way her tired grin was growing.

“She order bad things.”

His face went red.

“That’s not true!”

She slammed her whole body into his and fresh tears sprang from his eyes as she pounded a few strokes that sent him back to delirium.

The worst bit was that she didn’t take him all the way to his high, stopping and watching him writhe in anticipation, and he wiggled his hips, trying to bring himself to another anal orgasm.

She licked her lips as she watched him struggle, whining like a bitch.

“Mmmh… she order condoms and lube … and special delivery.”

“W-well… maybe….*un*… we are just running low... S-specialllluhh…?”

Dunya grinned as she began rotating her hips, and suddenly all new sensations were being opened up to Collin.

“uUUHHHHH!!!”

“Daaaa *Uuhhhhnnnn…* She ask for our *Uhn..* …..special service.”

Her sneer made him despair as she placed two fingers on either side of his cock and began to wank it slowly, making him shiver with delight.

“Special… service…?”

She chuckled as she sped up, sliding a little of her cock out and back into him, nearly making him pass out as she rubbed up lovingly against his prostate, nuzzling it.

“Funny.”

“HHnnnnn!! Wh-what’s so f-…. HNNNN!”

She butted her helmet against his prostate which rendered his comprehension mute whilst gazing down at the four inch erection jutting between her fingers.

“The condoms she order…. Extra-large.”

“W-what…?!”

She laughed as she bounced him.

“UGHH-UHGH-UGHH!”

“She order Extra-large condoms… because your wife like REAL DICK *AMMNN*”

“NUUH-UH-UHHH!”

Dunya stroked his face like a teacher consoling a crying child as she butted her hips into him, before slapping his ass.

*SCHWAP*

“UN!!-… that’s… that’s not true…” he sobbed, whining as she carefully glued her hips to his anus.

“AHHH…. Okay stupid man, I show *UHN* you.”

She picked her phone up, still oscillating her hips so he was being bounced against her penis, with the only destination in sight another full-blown anal orgasm meltdown, Collin sweating as he felt it approaching at much faster than a canter.

“There. Enjoy your wife with special delivery.”

He snatched the phone which was showing a video of a dark room.

It was their bedroom.

Inside it, hovering above the flowery quilt cover, was a gigantic black penis.

There was a black penis in his house.

Collin’s throat went dry.

“Wh-what….”

Then a woman appeared, and Collin’s eyebrows lifted so high they nearly left his face.

She was wearing a necklace and some jewellery that she usually only wore on outings, but it was clearly his wife completely naked from the neck down, inches away from a pussy destroyer.

Her tits were quite full and round with a hint of sag, and she had some stretch marks that he recognised on her belly. Clearly his beautiful Sally.

“N-no….”

She was crawling onto the bed, coming closer to the black cock.

He couldn’t believe these two things were in the same space.

On their marriage bed.

His heart stopped as he watched her lean forwards, revealing perfect makeup on an eager woman eyeing up the cock approaching the front of her face like a gigantic chocolate bar.

A deeper voice came from behind the camera, a woman’s.

“Do you want it?”

His wife nodded with such need that even Collin almost wanted to see it.

‘Don’t….’

“Then suck it.”

His wife’s lips opened up… and made a long, puckered kiss on the side of the cock’s shaft.

“Sally!” he gasped as she began to kiss down the side of a shaft, glazing it in spit and sucking up and down like she was tasting an ear of corn, before taking the salami in both hands and directing it straight onto her face.

“W-what is this….?” He whimpered as starved lips slobbered over the head, beginning to make out more deeply with the head, licking the slit, smooching across the pink helmet.

“Your wife suck driver’s cock.”

“Driver’s!?!? Who…?” he stammered.

He began to struggle, eyes watering, and strangely the intimacy of Dunya leaning over him and wrapping him up softened him.

“You saw her… black girl. She leave now.”

“What?!? That… that woman who walked into me?!”

She kissed him on the cheek.

“Da. Alisha go to fuck your wife again. “

“N-no! I need to go h-UHHHNN!”

She slung her cock into him, sticking a tongue into his ear and sucking at his ear lobe, making him swoon.

“She take so many videos… your wife look nice with cum on her tits….”

“UHHHGH..Th-that’s… n-not true-Uhn!”

She pulled him back onto her seat, and put her hands behind her head, enjoying the view of the broken form of Collin, slumped, her raging cock hilted inside him like a second spine, keeping him upright in a polite trot on her lap, head resting on her leaking pillows.

“Shut up. Everyone know your wife take cock every week.”

The pleasure in him made him murmur as his eyes welled up.

Dunya wrapped him up, placing their sweaty foreheads against each other, a little of hers running down into his eye.

“Now you ride me…”

He sobbed, no longer fighting back as he began to ride her, his cock stimulated so wonderfully by strangely gentle hands, and when she pulled him in harshly for a kiss, her lips and tongue were softer still, so loving and teasing that he found himself pushing into it, and then the two intertwined like puzzle pieces, every crack and hole filled by their counterpart as their tongues melded into one, her hands tight on his butt-cheeks, his arms wrapped on her.

His whore-moan into her throat was what sent her over the edge.

Her grunt was frighteningly deep.

“MNNGGG!”

The suction of her mouth doubled, and Collin whined as he felt her whole body shudder…. And then the balls snug against his butt-cheek pulsed, and the pillar inside him gave a huge throb…. And unleashed a torrent of creamy heat inside his core, forming a rapidly expanding ball of wetness that had him squealing into the kiss.

“NNNNHHH!”

Nipples either side of his head began to fire milk into the air, his belly distending as his abdomen was filled with effluence.

Dunya was making guttural, gravelly noises like a wild bear, her eyes turned upwards, clutching every part of him she could reach and crushing his body tight to hers as she speared him on her lust, accompanying each filthy splurge of cock-juice on his insides with a thrust which nearly broke him in two.

“MMGHHH-MGH-MGH!”

The two figures lost their minds, connected in mind, body and soul, Collin’s world collapsed around his ears as Dunya made him her own, marking every inch of his insides with seed, planting her flag in his body and standing on the hilltop of his soul.

The office creaked with the force of their union as the moans vibrated through the glass, making it clear to everyone working below what was taking place inside, and some of the whoops and hollers from outside managed to get through. Collin didn’t hear it, his brain in another world, somewhere distant as Dunya snorted, tasting the final submission of her new bitch.

When the load had finished, the final spasms of Dunya dying away, Collin whined as she sucked her tongue out of his mouth, smiling at her cucked, depleted, broken-in bitch.

“You make good husband for Dunya,” she whispered, pushing a stray strand of hair stuck to his temple away, gazing into tired eyes that didn’t know where they were.

“H….husb..and…”

“Shh!” she responded fiercely, kissing him flush, explaining through her actions that he no longer needed to talk.

“My husband,” she breathed nipping his ear.

As Collin drifted off, bleating, against her shoulder, she cooed, cradling him once more whilst her other hand reached for her phone and began typing to Alena.

When she looked down at the message she was about to send, she smiled.

*I have husband.*

She sent it and kissed Collin’s head, watching him stir for a moment, the slightest smile coming to his lips before he drifted back off again.

A *DING* turned her attention back to the phone.

*Thanks boss, here’s a pic for both of you to enjoy x *

The picture that Alena sent made Dunya’s eyes widen.

She’d never gone quite that brutal on his wife until now…. Apparently they’d forgone all pretences, because the woman’s pussy was already gushing with a creampie so overflowing it looked like a garden water-feature.

Dunya smirked and turned the screen off, placing her phone on the desk and rocking the man on her lap back and forth, enjoying the hot cum leaking out of his asshole and onto her thighs.

She was looking forwards to domestic bliss.

***

“EY, SPECIAL DELIVERY!!!”

Billy’s voice drifted from the garden as Kelly opened up the front door with the spare key.

“Ooooh! Sorry, I’m busy Kel, you’ll have to come back later!!”

Kelly chuckled as she stomped into the front room and fell into the armchair which wheezed, what little fight it had left squeezed out of it by the tremendous figure as she tore the parcel open.

“WHAT’S ‘DOMINION’??”

“OOooh That’s supposed to be really good!!!”

Kelly smirked to herself.

“Are you going to show me or am I going to have to figure this one out for myself? You KNOW I hate figuring it out by myself…!!”

“Coming!”

Bill scurried from the garden and was scooped up immediately onto Kelly’s lap, the sweat stains still on her shirt from the morning’s shift.

“Good, now tell me.”

“OKAY, so, apparently the first thing we have to do isssss…. Divide up the element cards….”

Kelly smiled as he popped the board on the table, opened a packet and carefully spread out a bunch of random-looking counters, enjoying the passion in his expression whilst stroking his belly.

“… And then we’ll be able to start…. What?”

He looked up at her eyes piercing into his soul, hooking and drawing out his smile as if by magic.

“…. What?” he asked again.

She let out a long breath.

“The moment you stop talking about this board game is the moment I pound you on the dining room table. Now explain it honey… explain it because you’re making me hard talking about this fucking board game, and if you stop I’m just gonna whore the shit out of you, and then there’s no chance I’m finishing this shift.”

“Uh… w-we can come back to this if you want…”

“EXPLAIN IT,” she ordered, trying to contain her laughter at his passion for boardgames warring with his desire for her.

“R-right… so this… this is the mountain… you aim to collect all the elements and reach the mountain top….”

She stroked his hair and rubbed his knee as he went through all of the rules and variations, and asked a few questions here and there so he knew she was listening.

“Well.. sounds like something we should try… “

“Uh… OH, I didn’t think…. would you like to play with us?”

She furrowed her brow.

“Why o’course honey.. you don’t want me to play?”

Bill’s face became one of boyish delight.

“O-of course I want you to play! I just didn’t think…”

She grabbed him, putting a little threat in her smile.

“Well you better start thinking smarter honey… I may be a Godly woman, but I’ll kick your ass across any board you care to mention….. if you’re not scared of me being stronger than you in front of your friends.”

He squirmed for a moment.

“Well… Collin might be there….”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Oh really? Ha I forgot he was watchin’ us get busy…….”

They both giggled for a moment.

“I wonder what he thought of our little show before.”

“Ha, uh… well actually he messaged to say he was sorry….”

She raised an eyebrow, grinning.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah… he dropped the whole vendetta thing pretty quick… just hasn’t really talked since that message…”

“Well I don’t mind… as long as you don’t mind me inviting some friends of my own?”

Bill raised an eyebrow.

“Friends of your own?”

Her teeth were showing in a crocodile smile.

“Yeah…… things might get a bit….. competitive.”

Something in her gaze seemed off, but Kelly wrapped him up before he could consider it, mouth enveloping his, a human octopus wrapping him in a wet, squishy embrace.

“MMmmmmhhhh…”

They wrestled for a moment, Kelly jabbing her tongue insistently at his throat until he let her in, then tongue-fucking his face as Bill moaned and sucked on it.

She bounced him on her lap for a moment, tasting her prize, savouring it.

It must have been minutes of French kissing until she was satisfied, pulling her face off like she was prizing a clam open, and Bill was gasping for air when they eventually separated, lips and chin wet with saliva. Kelly rumbled in approval, the vibrations travelling through his chest.

“Y’know what? I think I’ve earned a break on this shift.”

“Y-yeah, you seem pretty tired,” Bill managed to chuckle, gasping as she lifted him into the air and began carrying him towards the stairs.

“You just really know me don’t cha?” she smirked, her nipples leaking all over his side through her shirt as she accelerated up to the master bedroom.

Bill went sailing through the air and landed on the mattress with a *WUMP*, and looked back just in time to see a caged tiger shouldering her way through the door frame.

“The first thing I do when I move in is have every door in this house widened!” she roared, spittle flying from her mouth as she struggled like a bear caught in a trap.

He gazed at the zealousness in her eyes, the drenched front of her shirt, the pants tenting to a ridiculous degree, huge hands with tendons sticking out as she clawed at the doorframe, and realised this was what love must feel like, his heart pounding in his chest, stomach fluttering, pulling his pants down as quick as he could before she came in and tore them in half.

He’d already had to throw away three pairs.

Then Kelly broke through, and pounced.

***