His Futa Auntie pt.5 (Patreon)

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Finally, His Futa Auntie pt.5 is finished. Enjoy, and happy new year!

      TSG123 x

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James stared at his Mother’s gaunt face. Lit from beneath by the glare of the car headlights, it was not a comforting sight; her eyelids seemed glued open, her face papery white and standing out in the darkness.

“W.. where are we going?”

The surrounding forest was lost in inky night, phantom shapes making James’ imagination run wild, any towns or farmhouses having long since left them miles down the road. It felt like they were going uphill….

At least it wasn’t just endless desert anymore.

“Q-Quiet Doogums,” she said, her voice sounding strained despite the nonchalance she tried to inject into it.

“I... I-I’m Shnoogums, not Doogums…. Dad’s not here…”

“Quiet,” she rasped, her eyes so wide that it seemed like they rather than the car were spilling thin, blinding beams out into the darkness; the only source of light other than the moon hanging above them, too far from civilization to offer warmth or comfort.

James nervously squirmed in his chair, happy at least that he could wear his favourite denim bootie-shorts that rode up his asshole like a thong. It hadn’t crossed his mind when his Mother had woken him at midnight and told him to wear ‘whatever he wanted,’ that things might take a turn for the worse. He had assumed that perhaps, she was finally starting to see the manliness of her son, even if it was slightly different to most men.

‘My Auntie was making me a man… sort of…. Well, she said that’s what we were doing…’

He shivered as he thought about his Auntie Sheila’s huge pole battering against his insides, and slid a hand across his front in case the warmth flowing to his legs got a little too exciting.

‘It’s kinda weird but it makes me feel more manly…….’

It was a shame his Mother didn’t agree.

James stared out into the darkness, wondering where they were going whilst idly remembering his Auntie’s throbbing shaft flexing against his fingers.

Mother had been…. Protective throughout his life. In the last few weeks however, insanity had set in. She would stare out of the curtains, eyes peeled, then whip the drapes shut, shooting a horrified glare at James before picking up the phone, making to call someone, slamming it down… peering out again.

She didn’t make breakfast any more… and when she did, she was more concerned with James being out of view of any windows than feeding him.

“There it is!”

James jerked in his seat, staring out into the darkness.

There: a light, growing between the trees. It seemed far off, and James felt the car dipping forwards slightly as they began to approach a series of long bends through the forest. The lights became brighter, and he watched as their headlights hit a large sign.

‘CAMP LOVE-EAGLE.’

Beside it stood two faded American flags above some stone angels and a rather dilapidated version of the twelve stations of the cross hewn out of ugly hunks of wood.

“Camp… Love-Eagle…..?” James repeated slowly.

“Yes Shnoogums,” Tammy said in a clipped, strange voice, “it’s for young people like you…. special people…. y-you’ll be staying here… They’re very good at helping the sinful who need to be protected….”

“Oh… sinful?”

His Mother either hadn’t heard, or didn’t bother replying.

“Okay…. Will they let me clean things?”

“You’ll do what they tell you!” she snarled, and James shrank as his Mother seemed to transform for a moment into some sort of harpy before allowing a strained smile on her face, “this will be good for you… yes… a little time away… from everything….”

***

Clark felt something stringy in his teeth and pulled it out, staring at it in front of his stilly spotty face in the cracked bathroom mirror.

Another pube. This one stretched out was nearly as long as his hand. It was just crazy… how did she even grow her bush that big… was she part mammoth??

“Huh… really making the most of yourself Clark,” he sighed, “great plan; living alone… make house parties.. girls…”

The plan hadn’t exactly been going well even beforeSheila had showed up, and any plans he had hoped to achieve were quickly thrown out of the window in her wake.

He checked his asshole and winced. It was still sore. Well, nowadays it was always sore; getting buttfucked night and day between bar shifts meant he was often limping around, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Not exactly what he had envisioned upon leaving the nest.

“BOY, where ya at?!?”

He jumped, knowing that brushing his teeth was pointless now that Sheila had called, and shouldered his way out of the bathroom, wading through discarded dirty clothes to a huge figure hunched over on his sofa, naked as the day she was born, although possessing certain features that she was certainly not born with, mainly a pair of enormous tits that stuck out unnaturally from her body like bazookas. Between her legs, a truly monstrous penis lay on the sofa, drooping two-thirds over the side like a tired snake, the prince albert piercing like an anchor on the prow of a mighty ship.

On the TV opposite, the football highlights blared.

Sheila grunted as she hefted the huge metal dumbbell in her arm, lifting it as if she were simply checking the precise weight rather than repping it, the cables in her arms bulging as the weight went up and down, up and down. A sheen of sweat was the only sign of how heavy it was, one tiny drop of sweat falling from her temple and landing on the head of her penis.

Clark couldn’t help murmuring in approval. She was a specimen beyond anything God could have imagined… then again, he reckoned quietly to himself that God might have had less to do with Sheila than the other guy, as she finished with a final snarl, and placed the weight with a *THUMP* down on the floor.

“Food.”

He cooed and shifted to fall to his knees in front of her.

“Ey, me first,” she grunted, although she nodded her approval at his eagerness. “Heh.. but ye might get a good opportunity if ye keep that up.”

“Oh… an opportunity?”

“Mmmhm.”

“What op-“

“Shut the fuck up and cook.”

“Y-Yes Ma’am!”

She leant back, sprawling into the couch where her sweat soaked into the material, eyes glued to the game. The upholstery had started to smell like an armpit pretty quickly, and Sheila had spent the majority of her time there, with Clark forced into various lurid and un-masculine positions on and around her.

To a commentary of “Fuckin’ sack him!”, “You can’t catch shit Carswell,” and “BULLSHIT!”, Clark carefully put together a stack of protein pancakes dolloped in sugar-free maple syrup (he had been forced in no uncertain terms to re-work his cooking palate, and as a consequence could feel his own pasty white body getting a little firmer, mainly in the ass, legs and abs area from having to ride and take Sheila’s dick so often.)

Weaving to the woman, he placed the tray carefully on the table.

She grabbed it without cutlery, and began to grunt and growl as she tore into them, taking huge bites and chewing with her mouth open, nodding slightly as she did so, which was his sign that she liked the food.

He sighed.

“Least if I need to get a job feeding the next Arnold Schwarzenegger, I’ll be prepared....”

“HHng?”

“N-nothing!”

Sheila fixed him with a wary eye, which never usually meant anything good, before thankfully eyeing the game once more.

‘Phew.’

After a few minutes, the pancakes were gone, and Sheila leant back in the chair, further indenting the place she would sit regularly, to the point he was quite sure the couch now had a permanent Sheila-dent in it.

“C’mere.”

He crawled up to her.

“BBrruughhhh!”

She burped into his face, and the smell of half-digested protein pancakes mixed with non-sugar maple syrup made his eyes water.

“Good food, slut. Yuh learning.”

“Thank you Ma’am... Y-you’re welcome.”

“Now, get down n’ suck out your food.”

He nodded, and knelt between her legs to come face-to-face with the fore-arm sized hog pulsing and dribbling white gravy already as she burped again, contented.

“Brrruughghh....Hn, time to check where that bitch is hiding….”

She pulled her phone out, and Clark didn’t need to glance to know what she was looking at. He knew he wasn’t anything serious to her. That was clear… She’d called him ‘Nephew’ more than once whilst fucking him. Whatever, Clark was scared and spineless enough to let her fuck him like a cock-sleeve until she was ready to move off his patch….

The dick pulsed as he raised his hand to it, and he shivered, watching the purple mushroom ooze cum from its slit like a slavering dog.

“Ey, you just gonna fuckin sit down there or you gettin’ to work?!”

“OOuhh... Y-Yes Ma’am!”

He shoved his face right up into her balls, feeling the stretchy skin sliding against his face, the two smelly, warm testicles bouncing around in the sack. He tried his best not to get too intimate whilst still stimulating them. A large hand put paid to his measly plans by grabbing his head and crushing it right into the sweaty, hairy stink of her package, Clark sobbing as her musk invaded his senses. It was similar to being dunked in a swamp.

“GLHHph-!“

He shivered and squirmed as the wiry pubic hairs covering her nutsack rubbed nastily against his face, powerful ball sweat covering his nose and eyelids, somehow stickier and oilier than from any other body part as Sheila burped again, licking some food from between her teeth whilst staring at the phone.

Even through the brain-melting haze of man-scent, Clark knew what she was seeing. The same thing as always.

A small icon, some location tracker that she must have placed somewhere, would show up, always at the same address. Then, a camera hidden in a tree across from the house. It was always the same, and the location was always the same pretty ordinary house in the suburbs.

He knew it was her Nephew, the slutty-looking girl-boy kid with a huge ass, that she wanted.

“GLLphh.”

‘Fucking weird kid…. Why can’t she just go get him? Then she’d just leave me alone...’

He had hoped that would happen soon, but that hope had dwindled over the following weeks, wincing as she slid him up and down her balls, down to her taint where her hot peaches rested on his forehead, her smelly sweat rubbing onto his face, the area between her asshole and balls incredibly hot and cloying.

‘I’m fucked forever…Literally….’

The Nephew’s family never seemed to leave any more other than to purchase groceries, and the kid hadn’t been seen in ages, not even walking out the front door. He might not even be there any more….

‘God, the sooner she has him, the sooner Sheila will leave me, and maybe I can start my life again….’

The cock rested over his head, like a blasphemous and undignified hat.

As he felt a trickle of warm liquid drop down his back, Sheila’s ballsacks still ripe in his sinuses, Clark briefly considered what his pathetic existence had sunk to.

Clark’s life had gone from the mundanity of attempting job applications and occasionally seeing friends whilst working the bar, to being a permanent vassal for Sheila’s lurid sex-athons. He had been forced to stop seeing friends, or applying for jobs in the wake of Sheila, who like a hurricane had blown any extracurricular activities aside and replaced them with a very strict curriculum of getting fucked in the ass, and sucking her cock; as well as, currently, getting face-planted into her ballsack.

“GLPPHH!”

‘Please weird Nephew.. Give yourself up… go to her… anything… just save me….’

He didn’t care about the kid. He just wanted to Sheila happy so she would leave him alone, and he could forget about all of this.

As he turned these thoughts over, the figure above him shifted, her thighs rippling either side.

“Huh…. Well that’s interestin’….”

“Glmph?”

Her grip retracted from his hair as she began to type with both hands. Despite himself, his head pulled away from her sack to glance upwards hopefully.

“Wh.. what?...”

A hand came back and slapped him, and he mewled as his face was pressed back into her taint, grinding up against her nuts. He rubbed her thighs and began to lick heartily to placate her, whimpering like a bad dog.

“Shut up….”

She grunted, and then Clark felt his head being pulled away.

‘Breathe.’

“HUHGH-“

Sheila was eyeing him with fire in her eyes, leant forwards.

“Good news…. You got a new job.”

“H… Huh??”

“You’re gonna take a job…. at Jesus camp.”

“A… Jesus camp?”

She held up her phone with a sickly-sweet looking website with kids all smiling and laughing alongside pictures of holy crosses, water-activities, archery, and baptisms in lakes.

“Yup… and they need good Christians to work there for fuck all.”

He looked at the amount that was being offered for ‘fun assistant,’ and wondered if it was legal.

“Uh…. Wh.. why would I-“

“Because I’ll fuckin’ break your tv, and then your kitchen, and then you, if you don’t.”

“Y-Yes Ma’am.”

She smiled with her teeth.

“Don’tcha worry… you’ll be getting plenty of help.”

“O.. okay?…”

“Which is why I gotta make some calls…. So shut the fuck up and suck on m’balls.”

“Yes Ma’am!”

He crawled back up to her scrotum, and sucked one of the thick, hairy balls into his mouth as she punched a number into her phone.

“Gllph.. GLph, glph.”

*bzzzt… bzzzt…*click*…. hello?*

“Ey, Sulie, your Mom there?”

*Bbbzzt bzzztt..*

“Shit… prison again eh?”

*bbzzzztt bzzt*

“Oh I know she does… probably why she got put in there, Una fuckin’ loves it,” Sheila grunted with a smile.

‘Who’s Una?....’

Clark continued to slave away at her slick cock and balls, feeling that oily sweat that was so specific to pubic areas of the body wipe across his face as he slaved on her nutsack.

*Glphhg, gphlgh, gph-*

*Bbbzzzt bzzt.*

“Well… I suppose it’s time you did spread your wings… does your Ma still have the van?”

Another pube slipped into his mouth, and he moaned as it caught in his teeth. In that moment, Clark’s mind was set.

‘Whatever Sheila asks me to do in this camp, I’m doing it! Sorry Nephew… but rather you than me….’

*bzzt bztt?*

“Perfect… We’re gonna need the extra seats.”

***

James woke terribly.

Then his eyes snapped open, and he stared at the wooden slats above him, as well as the struts supporting the top bunk.

‘Where am I??!’

It took him a few panicked seconds to remember the end of their drive last night.

Angry exchanges had greeted them in the form of a rather irritable groundsman named Tucker, a muscled, dark-skinned man who had to wake up at two-am in the morning, explaining in a few curt words that they couldn’t stay on campus…. until the campus leader Edith, a woman similar in stature and holiness to Mrs Bennet herself, waved the groundsman away with a condescending flick of her wrist…. Quickly inviting to Mrs Bennet to stay at one of the lodges a mile or so away if she wished….. before another fifteen minutes spent explaining that Mrs Bennet would absolutely have to leave her son to begin the camp without her instead of getting him ‘settled in’, and that James would be absolutely safe in the Christian community of Camp Love-Eagle with their very capable staff.

The rest had been a whirlwind of being hugged and kissed too many times to count, before waving to his mother who seemed to have no tears left to cry as he was led away, given a sleeping bag, and slipped into a dark cabin with three other figures tucked into their bunkbeds.

In the darkness James had squeezed blearily into his assigned bottom bunk complete with mattress, pillow, bible and lockable chest that required a padlock, which he didn’t have, before falling into a deep sleep.

Now in the morning light streamed in through the gap in the curtains. James could smell… strange smells…. a certain stale tang that he hadn’t yet realised was the mustiness of young men couped up in a confined space.

He looked to the side… and saw his things were still there.

‘Thank goodness… who knows what my new roommates are like?....’

He hadn’t even put them in the chest, just left them there…. A few changes of clothes, some snacks from Mother….. and of course his favourite duster. The other chests he realised, had no locks either, and one of them seemed to be overflowing with food provisions and snacks.

James stretched, pressing one pretty toe down on the floor, and then the other.

Hungry.

He blinked, wiping large watery eyes, and stood up, feeling his booty-short thong ride so high up in his crack that it made his eyes water even more.

“Hhmph…”

Feeling something up against his asshole was…. Comforting.

His thoughts drifted to Sheila; her balls throbbing as a huge swell of hot ejaculate hit his mouth.

‘Oooohhh…… Just guy thoughts… right?’

Surely men would think guy thoughts, about sucking on a thick cock, right? That was surely masculine! Not gay or anything…

He salivated freely, dreaming about big fat dicks against his face as he hummed to himself, stepping out of the cabin. The most incredible swells of nature surrounded him, huge rocky hills provided the backdrop to a lake just visible beyond the trees, and the smells of bark and cold mountain air were sharp in his nostrils.

‘OH goodness….’

He cringed at the nature around him, looking up at the sun which would burn his pasty skin with the slightest glance. The woodlands which could contain all manner of creatures….. Was it safe? What if there were bugs!

The urge to find some sort of wash cloth and attempt to disinfect the area was overwhelming as he fiddled with the stud in his belly button.

“O-ohh… no……”

Part of him was pleased to be freed from his mother’s ever-present eye, but another longed for the safety of his house, for the knowledge that a warm bath was never far away, and of course for a chance to engage in some good-old-fashioned masculine cleaning.

“Hey!”

James jerked as the sound of a light voice sent a shiver of foreboding up his spine. He had never mixed well with other kids. Turning, he saw a teenage girl wearing emo clothes, black hoody and jeans, with converse, and an aggressive frown on her soft face.

“What are you doing here?!”

“Ah… I-I’m… is… is there an… adult here?”

She snarled.

“I’M an adult! I’m nineteen!”

James blinked. She looked like the prettiest, daintiest adult in the world, barely over five foot and, now that he looked at it, sporting a bubble butt and hips that would outshine almost any others were he not in the same forest. Even her baggy clothes couldn’t hide her assets, the only thing missing were any noticeable breasts.

“Ah… I-I’m sorry!!… I was just…. j-just….”

The girl’s expression became even more fiery.

“Spit it out!!”

“I… I-I… sleep here now…”

He gestured to the cabin behind him.

The girl looked him up and down and groaned.

“Oh no… you’re my new bunkmate?”

He stared, confused.

“Oh… th-they.. mix boys and girls?”

At this the girl’s expression became apoplectic, turning so red it looked like she might explode.

“I’M A BOY. YOU FREAKING DUMBASS!”

With that the petit figure stormed away, and James felt pure embarrassment at what had inevitably been an awful first impression. Once again, he was alone in the woods.

‘What do I do??’

He decided to walk, gingerly enough that his ass-cheeks didn’t clap, his booty shorts giving him a comforting wedgie that he rarely got to display in public…. But if you couldn’t wear them on holiday, when could you?

His shoes slipped on the wet dew of the grass as he made his way towards the lake.

*-ell me of wh……….*

The sound of song caught his ear.

‘Yes… that must be them!’

Gingerly picking his way down the path, the sounds of song grew louder.

*and in Jesus’ name the light….*

He could see people… a gathering… It looked like a large group of people, all youthful though clearly adults, with one or two green-shirted instructors there. One stood commandingly in the centre of the circle of logs, her legs set in a strong V-stance; a woman with perfectly set brown hair to her shoulders, shirt tucked into her belted jeans and thick brown hiking boots stood in the centre next to an empty firepit…. He dimly recalled her name as ‘Edith’ from the night previous, but that had all been in a haze of tiredness.

Tucker, the dark-skinned security man was also present nearby in the same outfit alongside the other instructors who all bore huge Christian smiles on their faces, although in contrast he looked severely uninterested, instead eyeing a group of girls sat on one of the benches, all smiling and giggling at each other.

James stared at the group of kids, and realised that despite acting like teenagers, they were all in fact pushing twenty.

‘What kind of camp is this?....’

A kid’s camp without kids?

As he approached, some of the young people stopped singing to glance his way. The further he approached, the more the heat spread to his cheeks as more people stopped singing left and right, looking with growing interest at the newcomer, eyeing up his huge ass-cheeks and feminine demeanour with childish glee.

‘Oh Lord… please don’t let them judge me…’

As one gaze followed the next, finally the only people left singing were the other green uniformed people, and Edith by the firepit, who grudgingly stopped after waving her arms a few more times, and turned to the newcomer.

A new silence descended, broken only by the gentle lapping of the lake on the shore and the birds chirping in the forest as James was halted by forty pairs of eyes staring into his soul.

“….um….”

Edith let the moment eek out a further few seconds of humiliation before deigning to speak.

“… Well, I see we have a newcomer!”

James felt both relief at her words, and fear as all his own words left him in turn, simply standing with his mouth open awkwardly as the woman stared at his humungous ass outlined against the jean-shorts, and groused.

“You’re late.”

“O-oh… s.. sorry…”

“Morning prayers are at eight.”

“S… s-“

“Do you have anything to say?”

“… S…”

“Freak,” one of the pretty girls muttered, a blond that looked destined to be a future supermodel, all large blue eyes, slim waist and magnetic features in pink yoga pants that shaped perfectly onto her slender legs.

The woman didn’t even flinch, continuing to stare at James.

“Well?”

“I… I-I didn’t…….. know….”

“Hm. Of course you didn’t… Just as one lacking in faith would suggest.”

At that point, James’ shoulders mistakenly relaxed.

‘Ah, I am faithful! They’ll accept me for sure once they realise…’

“Oh! I-I pray three times a d-“

She cut through him with icy words.

“Quiet. You will not be allowed into the Lord’s Holy Camp of Christ until you are fully engrained in its ways… and currently I see little but a brat who has chosen the way of the devil….. Now be quiet, and join the circle.”

He nodded miserably and carefully made his way down to the edge of the log benches.

“QUICKLY,” she shouted.

James scarpered, and the moment he did, his cheeks began to clap like they were galloping of their own accord.

*Clap-clap-clap*

“What in God’s name…” the woman murmured, horror on her face as the young man plopped down his gigantic rear end on the nearest seat that wasn’t being guarded by one of the other kids. Unbeknownst to him her face briefly morphed into a snarl of undisguised contempt, before readjusting to a magnanimous gaze. “Shall we continue..”

James nodded hopefully at two rather handsome young men, one with subtly spiked black hair and glasses, the other with sandy hair and freckles next to him, but they both refused eye contact, smirking and scooting a little further away.

“Well… unless anyone plans any FURTHER interruptions…. Let us continue our hymn!”

A whimper of relief escaped him as Edith finally broke her gaze from him, although kids continued to stare and snicker as they sang. It was impossible not to see the youthful people around him as kids, as their actions were identical to the way his schoolmates had treated him…. The memories still provoked deep fears in him, even now.

*OH Lord our gracious Lamb of God-*

James watched, confused, before realising there were hymn sheets.

He tried to lean over, but the boy leaned away, shielding it.

*Save us Lord from sin and all-*

“Everybody!” Edith interjected before continuing in an even brighter tone, whilst eyeing James with barely-contained mirth at having found her new prey for the summer.

James tried his best, tripping over the words whilst glancing around helplessly, before making his own small prayer in his head.

‘Please Lord… save me… from this.’

***

Meanwhile, on a long highway, a campervan made its way painstakingly down the road, trundling under the weight of its occupants as well as the fearsome sun bearing down on it, rattling like a lawnmower and going almost as fast.

Inside was little to no luxury either, faded leather seats that looked old and smelt older. In the back, the sounds of churning saliva provided a soft coda to the uglier engine noises.

“GLph-glh-glh-“

“Ugh, when’s it my turn?”

“Oh don’t worry, we’ll all have a turn…”

“MMuhh… C-can I just… keep him a little longer?....”

“Ey, we brought ‘im for our entertainment, not YOUR entertainment!”

“What if I want to marry him!”

“GLlhph?!”

On every seat, crammed together and sweating, were a collection of women that wouldn’t have looked out of place shoulder-to-shoulder in a prime-time wrestling pay-per-view. One was a broad-shouldered woman with dark makeup, short jet-black hair and an unsavoury expression, wiping the sweat from her brow. The demeanour could be described as punk, sporting tattoos winding their way up her bulky, muscled arms, a skull and crossbones t-shirt stretched around large breasts plus tree-trunk thighs exploding out of a pair of denim short-shorts. She grumbled and nudged her elbow into the woman sandwiched next to her, a skinny, cute Asian girl with humungous fake eyelashes and a sugary sweet smile, in the process of taking a selfie under her wide-brimmed straw hat.

“HHeyy! I’m trying to take a picture… SMIIILLEE.”

She leaned over, her billowy sky-blue summer dress with cats where flowers should have been fluttering around her knees.

“I don’t wanna be in the picture.”

“Okay then Sydnee…. I’ll take a picture with Bianca instead!”

She leaned into the girl on the other side, a buxom woman similarly built to Sheila and the punkish woman, sporting a short brown haircut that wanted to see a manager immediately, large dark sunglasses on her Italian fashion-model face as she stared idly out of the window.

“Ready… THREE-TWO-ONE-SMILLLLEEE!”

Bianca’s head moved a millimetre.

“Are we there yet?”

In the front seat, a curly blond, rather plump-cheeked middle-aged woman wearing a nun’s outfit soaked with sweat so her humungous tits seemed draped by them, as well as the belly which wasn’t far behind.

“There’s no need to use the Lord’s name in vain, you know.”

“Fuck Cleo just because we’re going to Jesus camp doesn’t mean you have to start spouting all that nonsense.”

“What, I’m just practicing!”

“Why don’t you practice shutting the fuck up,” Sheila butted in, tone menacing…. although everything Sheila said sounded menacing with her gravelly throat.

“Ugh fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you when they ask which convent you’re from,” Cleo stated matter-of-factly, pulling on one of her motherly curls as she pursed her small mouth together so it thickened into the shape of an almond.

In the back, Clark’s head bobbed up and down, only able to pick up parts of the conversation during his constant, energetic suction.

“GLh-glh-GLLH-“

The heat from outside, plus the sweat and BO, as well as the number of bodies packed into the tiny metal can, was enough to make Clark’s eyes water, but what really sealed the deal was the cock in his mouth.

“Mgglh… mmmlghh…..”

The van bounced, and Clark’s head bounced with it, jamming the long, dark-skinned shaft to the back of his throat.

“GLPH!!!”

Above him, Destiny, the pretty dark-skinned girl with a full hedge of unkempt frizzy hair like a willow hanging over a river gave an impish smile, young lips with shiny purple lipstick which had been applied a little too liberally open slightly, her forehead sweat dripping down into his hair, although she seemed to care not a jot.

“Uhnn….. Ooohhh that’s strrrong! …. Mmwowwwuhh……What… did you say his *uhn* name was?”

The girl beside her, identical to Destiny barring the fact she bore a pony-tail and a sharper eye, smiled.

“I don’t think Auntie Sheila knows,” said Trin.

“Just call ‘im bitch,” Sheila replied gruffly, holding the wheel idly in one hand.

Destiny moaned.

“Ughnnn.. uhhhh… oohhh that’s so UNORIGINAL Aunt Sheila, gawwwd….. what about, *Uhn* fag-fag?”

Sheila, by way of response, rolled the window down and spat a thick loogy into the empty desert as it swept by, the heat oppressive and unyielding. Ahead the road shimmered, one long line that seemed infinite from their present location.

“Call ‘im what you like. I’m gettin’ my Nephew’s ass, so you can all fight between the rest.”

“Yeah, and there’ll be plenty of guys and girls at the camp to bend over…” Trin chimed in.

“Ohhh, but I don’t want another one, this one is sucking me- *HHHUHHHn* so good!!” Destiny squealed, melted by the way Clark mewled around her shaft.

“Mgl-GLph-glph-“

“Would you please keep it down?” Bianca sighed, adjusting the Karen cut so it covered one eye, her bicep rippling as she did so.

“You know your Prince Charming been used already by everyone in the van?” Trin said dismissively.

“Yyeah but…. He seems nice,” she said softly, staring down into the watery, dick-drunk eyes of a young man in a form of submissive heat so extreme that his sense of self had simply drowned in the ocean of cock-fed bliss that was his new way of life.

Sunlight streamed in through the van windows, and Clark could feel the back of his neck beginning to get sunburnt, but he simply kept sucking.

Slender fingers tightened in his hair whenever he found a particularly sensitive part of the cock, and he would lick there, just between the fleshy barrier between the two halves of her helmet, under the ridge where the stench was almost intolerable, and of course at the piss slit, where almost everyone had the same reaction of shivering as he played with something incredibly sensitive.

The tiny shivers of the young woman currently in front of him brought him back to the present.

“Glhh.. GLLHHhphhh…”

“Ohhh.. oHhh I think I-“

He felt the warning sign twitches and instinctively went full whore mode, gobbling down every inch of her cock into his throat to better treat the girl in front of him.

“GLLLhPH-GLLPH-“

“OOHhh III-!!”

He could feel the tendons hardening in her shaft, the thick fibres flexing. It was seconds away…. And Clarke tried to tip her over the edge by reaching up to fondle her balls.

“HHNNNNUUHGHHH-“

The girl spasmed as a rush of pressurised sperm blasting up her urethra and exploded in Clarke’s mouth. The violently bitter, tangy, musky flavours filled his sinuses, and before meeting Sheila he might well have attempted to foolishly pull his head clear. Now, having understood how good it felt to be filled, as well as forced to take cocks much bigger even than this, he easily gulped the liquid down, opening his throat up.

“GLHG… Glhh…. GLhhg… SHGlhhhh-“

“OOHh.. OHHHH he’s perfect… heesperfecttuhhh!,” she chuntered, thrusting with each spurt so that his face was buried in her thicket of pubes almost as eye-catching as the thicket of frizziness cascading from her head.

“’Course he is… I taught him,” Sheila called back from the front.

“Ohh GGoood.. JOOOBuhh,”

The lips tightened as she let loose every bit of cum brewed up in her balls, shivering as the boy moaned into her crotch before the flow finally ceased.

They basked for a moment in the joy of it, as well as his naked erection rubbing against her shin.

“Ohhh fag-fag that’s so goooood. You know….” She leaned down, voice dropping to a whisper, “ I know you’re my prince charming.”

Clarke gave a dazed smile, drooling from both sides of his mouth.

“Hey, Prince charming,…. my turn,” Sydnee exclaimed, grabbing the back of his neck with one tattooed hand.

“GLL- GLHh-!“

Clarke watched the girl’s thicket of pubic hair fly away from his face along with a saliva and cum-covered shaft as it pulled his lips on the way out, Clark unable to stop himself releasing a mouthful of still-warm seed back over Destiny’s naked groin and legs…... and then the world rotated as his head continued over the seats, pulling his body with him (thankfully assisted by one or two other women so he didn’t break his neck).

“C’mere…”

Clark’s stomach flipped as he was kept upside down, lined up facing a thick cock with a left-lean and a piercing that was already hard, pointing up at the ceiling, aka where he was about to descend from.

In two seconds he was being lowered into a vertical sixty-nine position, the goth girl chuckling as his tiny, hard cock entered her open mouth, and wet lips began to wrap around her shaft.

“HLGGHH-“

Clark’s eyes bulged as he was guided upside-down, glugging and whimpering as his throat was forced to cope with having another person’s hard erection throbbing in it seconds after the previous one had filled his belly.

“GLLhhphhhh!”

“Ohh yeah, you’re damn right… Sheila you did good with this one,” Sydnee moaned.

Clark whimpered, his face plugged, the tops of his thighs settling onto the girl’s shoulders with feet almost touching the ceiling.

“Mmmphlll,” the girl sighed into his meagre erection, sucking idly as Clark opened his throat to protect himself, and felt his face slide down and press into her shaven groin. The thick manhood pulsed down his throat. Tears began to slide down his eyes and forehead.

The van trundled on.

***

James hoped after the morning debacle that perhaps the rest of the day might be different.

‘Maybe I just need to adjust…’

The rest of the day was what most other kids (or people in their early twenties) would describe as an enjoyable day of Kayaking, games and reading bible passages. For James, it was nothing short of torture.

He fell into the water so many times whilst kayaking that by the end he looked like a drowned rat as he was pulled out of the water for the umpteenth time, eventually forced to ride with Tucker, who didn’t give him the time of day. The games quickly devolved into him getting relentlessly bullied whilst he learnt the rules (the young blond girl in particular seemed to have a very specific eye for finding the quickest way to bring him down a peg or two… including a well-targeted dodgeball right between his legs which nearly made him cry). He also realised that the sandy-haired guy and the guy with glasses at morning prayers were also his bunkmates in the cabin… and they paired their greeting with well-aimed dodgeballs to the face, which would have been excellent shots were they not on the same team as him.

Now, as they made their way to dinner, James knew he would be sitting alone as he had for lunch. Lunch had consisted of a huge vat of bolognaise with questionable meat in it, eaten on benches in a pretty clearing. James ate alone, watching all of the other tables as they ignored, or worse, laughed at the new kid.

As he grabbed the new food off the rather buxom female chef with ginger curls and a stern demeanour, he saw his other roommate, the small girl seated down on a bench in the corner of the clearing.

‘No.. the boy…’

The boy had his hood down, so James was able to see a black top-knot on top of his head, already munching his dinner. James sped up, mincing so his cheeks wouldn’t clap so much, ignoring the giggles behind him as he furiously made a bee-line for the boy sitting on his own.

The boy looked up, and immediately his eyes widened in alarm shaking his head furiously.

James paused, but then puffed his weak chest out, and firmly placed his tray down.

“H… hi….”

“No, no no, don’t,” the boy pleaded, but then he glanced over at all the girls whispering eagerly to each other, groaned, and then exploded.

“… Ohhhh…. IDIOT!!!!...”

“Wh.. what,” James managed. “You were.. sitting alone.”

“Yes, and no-one was LOOKING at me… It took ages for them to forget about me! Now you’ve pulled me back into the warzone!”

He glanced over again at the girls and blanched.

“Ohhhh now you’ve done it… of course you get the worst freaking girl in the camp on your back, and led her straight back to me,” he said wearily.

“W-What’s… Wh..who….?”

“W-whats?!?!? Wh-whw-hwhoo!?” He parroted bitterly, “that’s Mary…. Edith’s daughter.”

James looked over and saw the blond was eyeing them up with a cruel smile.

“Edith lets her get away with anything,” the boy muttered, “as long as she doesn’t have sex or take drugs or anything, Edith is happy.”

“Wh.. why-“

“I dunno. I heard she fucked anything that moved back when she was living at home maybe, and from what I heard she got into drugs too… she also liked black guys specifically, which I think Mommy didn’t like…”

He shivered, and glanced again, this time with longing at the girls as they leaned forwards; Mary and one of her friend’s asses filled out their pants peachily on the benches.

James puffed his chest and stuck his hand out.

“I-I’m James.”

The kid looked up and sighed.

“….William.”

William took it, and groaned as the hand he got was limp.

“Dude…”

“I-I’m sorry… I’m not strong…”

The boy scrunched his eyes.

“Ugh… Look, sorry, I know we’re roommates, but we can’t be seen together after this..”

He spooned the rest of his meal down, and then got up.

“…Seeya.”

“H.. hey! Wait…”

William paused, already walking away, and turned with a sorrowful expression.

“Look.. I’m sure you’re… fine. But.. y’know..,” he said, gesturing awkwardly to the ass pouffing out beneath him, as if the ‘y’know’ was self-explanatory… then he began to strut away, but it turned out to be more of a mince, James following the boy’s ass like a hypnotist’s watch. His ass-cheeks had an incredible curve and allure that elevated his walk to Madonna-level sass, and James found himself flustered.

It really did look like a girl’s butt.

“Huh…,” he murmured, before sitting down to eat. Maybe this could just be the start of something he’d never had before… a friendship?

After avoiding gazes and trying not to draw attention, James managed to place the large morsel of rubbery meat in his mouth,  before getting up and heading in the same direction as William, unintentionally mincing like a stripper fishing for tips down one of the many narrow dirt paths.

The trail led away past thick forest, underbrush scraping his legs, and James whimpered as the leaves tickled his fingers, awkwardly brushing away branches which whipped back and slapped him in the face.

“Oof!… Ohh goodness…..”

As he was picking his way down the fairly innocuous path, a voice came from behind.

“CATCH!”

*Thnk*

The dodgeball hit him square in the back of the head, painfully knocking him forwards as James dropped.

“OOF!”

“Wow, you really do suck at dodgeball don’t you?” came the snarky voice of Mary, flanked by her three cronies sporting pony-and-pigtails that accentuated their green schoolgirl-checked skirts, despite clearly being almost twenty years old. “Lucky I grabbed one from the hall just now.. Ya never know when it’ll come in handy!”

“S… s-sorry…”

“Sorry, sorry, is that ALL you say? You know, you should stop talking out of your ass… although we’ve heard it talk already whilst you run like a faggot.”

Her teeth gleamed in a large smile as the girls either side of her laughed obediently, and James rubbed the ache on the back of his head and neck, lifting himself up gingerly.

“Maybe that can be your nickname…. Faggot…. It has a ring to it!”

The others sniggered along with her.

“Yeah!”

“Faggot, hehe..”

One of them, sporting ginger pigtails and glasses, kicked some dirt at him, and he bent his knee in a submissive guard, grimacing at the specks which fell into his shoes.

‘Oh NO, I’m going to have to wash them….’

As they poked at him, a voice rang out.

“Hey!… don’t be doing that now little missy.”

James looked back to see Tucker walking up the path.

“Ugh, why, gonna save the faggot?” she huffed.

The man didn’t respond, walking up to the blond… and smiled.

“You need to be a good girl.”

He’d not said a word to anyone the whole day until this moment, and James watched in surprise.

“Well, what are you going to do about it?” she said, jutting her chin out.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he smirked, not even acknowledging James’s existence.

The two shared a challenging stare with something else lurking underneath, and then a voice cut through.

“TUCKER!”

The man flinched, the smile disappearing.

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing???!”

Edith marched up, interposing herself between the man and girl.

“Your daughter threw a dodgeball. I was just checking he’s okay.”

Edith waved the comment away.

“I don’t think my girl would do that. He probably tripped… unbalanced by that….. thing on his rear,” she muttered, flicking a sardonic look at his ass, which he tried hopelessly to hide behind himself.

“Whatever you say Edith,” Tucker said, his tone neutral.

“It’s Miss Kelrin to you,” she said firmly.

The man said nothing, expressionless, and after a few seconds, Edith blinked, turning instead to her daughter.

“Off with you deary, play nice.”

“Okay Moooom,” she said in a gushing voice, before staring daggers at James as she gestured to her friends to retreat with her. Edith gestured to James like she was trying to remove a bad smell from the area.

“Get to your cabin. You should do extra prayers for your sins this morning.”

“O-okay…”

“I expect you to memorise the first three chapters of the gospel of Luke by tomorrow morning, where you will recite them in front of the class.”

James’ eyes bugged out, and Edith’s light smirk confirmed that she was enjoying watching him squirm.

“That ought to help you feel closer to God……”

She turned.

“…and I expect it word perfect. If not, you’ll stay until you get it right.”

With one last triumphant flush, the bushes and undergrowth parted easily for her, ignoring Tucker who watched her go without blinking.

After a few seconds, James turned to the stern man.

“Th… thank you.”

Tucker didn’t even bother responding, simply walking away.

James’s head dropped.

‘Everybody hates me.’

Idly, he tweaked a nipple, looking for comfort.

‘At least I have.. one friend.. sort of…’

***

As twilight took hold, the night approaching beneath bruised skies and stunning trails of pink, a large minibus pulled up at the long winding forest road with the sign: ‘Camp Loveheart’ displayed in front of it. After the brief pause, it revved up and accelerated down the road.

A mile down the road in the welcoming hut, Julie rolled the wad of gum around in her mouth, blowing a bubble which popped over peachy lips. Well-used thumbs scrolled down continuously, flicking lightning-quick from one video to the next.

She liked the late shift. Especially when it reached near the end; when everyone was going to bed, the camp was winding down, and she could spend her remaining hours before bed scrolling through Klock-Klick on her phone.

The videos flashed almost too fast for the human eye to pick up… but Julie’s was well trained in the art of wasting time.

*A cat scratching a hot-dog shaped scratcher* Like. *Two firemen rushing a child from a burning building* Skip. *An awkward girl with ‘Mondays be like’ in bold letters in front of her face* Like.

*Wwhhrr*

The sound of an approaching engine made her eyes flick up to see the minibus pulling up to a parking space at the far end of the near-empty car-park.

‘Weird.’

She waited for someone to emerge, but nobody did.

After a few seconds, she thinned her lips, pulled her scrunchy onto her head, and jumped up.

“You’re not gonna sell anything here…..!” she sang.

Almost certainly freeloaders… or anti-religious folk. Or maybe local journalists trying to besmirch the name of the camp people. Julie loved the camp, and she’d be damned if anyone was going to stop the Lord’s work from being visited on these poor corrupted young people. The mid-twenties skinny yoga-lover switched the light on her phone, and marched through the car park.

She knew how to deal with people who weren’t of the faith.

“Hey! Helllooooooo, I see you there, you can’t park here!”

The van remained motionless. The driver’s side facing away, making it impossible to make out who was in there.

“EY! I can SEE you… get lost!”

As she marched forwards, the tiny cone of light from her phone leading the way, nothing in her wondered if it was a wise decision to leave the warmth of the welcome hut, too used to helpless kids whom she could bully into activities through relentless enthusiasm (and sometimes less friendly methods).

As she approached the driver’s side, she saw a sweet Asian girl with a summer hat, and cats dotting her blue dress.

“HEY.. you… you can’t park her ya know.”

“Oh sorryyyyyy! Is this Camp Love-heart?!”

Julie wrinkled her nose.

“Uh… Yeah? Whaddyou want?”

“Actually, I’m here for an interview!”

“Interview?”

“Yeah! I was interviewing for a position on campus….”

She looked her up and down.

“… But maybe that’s not the only kind of position I’m thinking about right now…”

“W-what…?” Julie muttered, non-plussed by this sweet girl smiling at her.

“You’re interviewing… w-which position….? I-in the camp!,” she added quickly, less sure of herself than she’d felt in a long time.

“Oh you’re so pretttyyyy when you’re confused… why yours of course!”

Julie’s eyes widened, and then the side door of the van was whipped open, and the most brutal stench of BO and cum hit her so hard she almost fell over, grabbing her nose.

“HHOh-!”

She didn’t even see the huge hands until they grabbed her, hauling her inside, and a strong-smelling cloth was shoved in her face.

“MMM! MMHHHHHhhhh.. mmphh…..”

The world dimmed as huge, eager shapes murmured above her, and then darkness.

***

James trudged up to the door of his cabin, head low, so slow his ass cheeks didn’t make a peep, the back of his head still aching.

This whole situation was exactly what he’d dreaded and feared.

People.

Laughter.

Outdoors.

Even the leader hated him too.

Pushing into the dark cabin, he sighed in relief as he saw the other bunkbed empty, and William lying on his top bunk, idly thumbing his phone, the harsh light illuminating the milky prettiness of his face. James blinked. Even now, knowing that William was a boy, it was difficult to wrench the mind away from what his eyes were telling him.

‘At least he doesn’t HATE-hate me…. Maybe if we get to know each other, we can share cleaning tips!’

“H.. hey…”

The boy glanced up, then looked back at his phone.

“Hey.”

“Uh… o-okay if I read the bible… here?”

He shrugged.

“It’s your bunk.”

His nonchalance was the most kindness James had felt all day.

“Th… thanks….”

“It’s not exactly a favour allowing you to read the bible… you seriously gonna chow down on that shit?”

James slunk into the bottom bed, and grabbed the bible he had placed by the side, turning to begin thumbing through pages hopelessly.

“I-I was told by Edith… I need to memorise…. Oh goodness which one was it… Luke… Luke chapter one… or…”

The kid’s head appeared upside down, scaring the life out of James.

“Why?”

“HHOoohh!... B-because…. Because I….. Mary… sh-she hit me with a dodgeball…..”

William chuckled.

“Woowww dude… you’re so frickin’ unpopular that you collected ALL the bullies on the first day. Shit you’re not even the bottom of the barrel…. You’re like.. BENEATH the barrel!”

Tears welled up in James’ eyes.

“I-Im’….…. I….”

The kid sighed, rolling his eyes, and pulled his head up.

“Oh dude relax, I.. I didn’t mean it, just cut it out, will you? It’s kinda pathetic.”

“S.. sorry…..”

“And stop saying sorry!”

“S, sorry.”

The boy didn’t continue, so James waited meekly until something popped into his head.

“….. How long have you been here?”

A sigh.

“A week or so? Feels longer now that you mention it.”

“….Why?”

“Because you keep talking.”

“…..”

“….”

“A-and… why is everyone else here?”

“UUGHHh……well, if you MUST know we’re all people who supposedly engaged in sinful activities….. at least according to our parents or whatever….sex, drugs etc.… saying you don’t want to go to University and be a doctor like them….  so if your Mommy or Daddy need a reason to kick their kids to a secure facility short of sending them to prison, then Camp Loveheart is your place.”

“But.. we’re all adults?…”

“Huh, well that’s just the thing. People have loads of sex in these camps…. Kinda unsurprising seeing as they’re all sex addicts and whatnot. The higher uppers don’t exactly care… just didn’t like that there were a lot of old and young people mixing before… bad for the image….. so they split the eighteens and up to Camp Loveheart, and the seventeen-and-unders to Camp Caring-spirit, somewhere across the lake I think. We never see them.”

“Hm….. so… you had sex?”

At this, William’s tone became sharper.

“Uh… Sure. Why?”

The waver in his voice suggested otherwise, although James didn’t catch it.

“Oh… just….”

“Have you?”

James paused.

“Um… sort of….”

“How sort of?!”

“Um… d… does it count if….”

The head poked over the side.

“Plleeeaaase don’t tell me you only did anal because it doesn’t count or some bible shit…. Lemme guess, prostitute, right? How much did she cost?”

“W-what… no!.... I would never….”

William flung himself down the ladder on the side of the bed and stood with his arms folded, face flushed, in the centre of the room, looking the prone, rear-heavy form of James up and down.

“Never what? Do you expect me to believe a real girl actually let you have anal sex with her? YOU?”

“W-well… s-sort of…”

“Sort of?!...”

“She…….”

He squirmed. It didn’t seem like the right thing to mention being fucked by his Auntie in the ass.

“…. She….”

“Spit it out.”

“… She helped me be a man.”

William scrunched his nose.

“So, what you’re saying is she let you fuck her in the ass out of pity?”

“Um… well… sh… she sort of….”

He rubbed his arm.

“.. She… did me.”

At this William’s eyes went wide, some colour flushing his cheeks.

“What?… like… a… a dildo? Strap-on dildo?...”

“Um… no… w-with… with a…”

He couldn’t get the words out.

“… with not that.”

The gears turned on William’s face, and then his face began to turn red.

“Right…”

He climbed back up, landing silently on his mattress.

James searched desperately for some way to shift off the awkward silence, staring at the wooden slats above him.

“Have.. have you been… seeing girls?”

Something rustled, making the slats creak.

“Will you stop asking dumb questions! And how am I gonna fuck anyone if you’re with me!”

“Oh… s-sorry…”

“STOP apologising!”

“Sorry.”

James decided it would be a bad idea to pry further on that particular subject, although that it seemed a little unfair that he could be entirely blamed for William not having sex. Despite this, after a whole day of being crushed under multiple heels, having a conversation where he only embarrassed rather than disgusted someone was a relief in itself.

After a few seconds he perked up again.

“Maybe I can b… be your wingman!”

At this, William snorted.

“HA! It’s bad enough working with myself…”

“I think you look pretty?”

That statement turned out to be a big mistake.

“FUCK OFF DUDE!”

“S-sorry…”

“STOP APOLOGISING… you know what? Forget it.”

Another long, drawn out silence, and James wished he’d brought some form of entertainment, but his Mother had forbid him his phone after the most recent Sheila incident, and there were no books or magazines to speak of beyond the obvious one…. The one he was supposed to be learning. He glanced at the clock at the top of the cabin, and blanched.

‘Oh no…. it’s Ten O-clock and I’ve learnt nothing!!’

He scrabbled through the pages and stared.

‘Many have undertaken to draw up an account of the things that have been fulfilled among us, just as they were handed down to us…’

His eyelids began to slip lower, and lower.

The slats above him rustled.

He sniffled, lowering the bible, and began lazing a finger over his sensitive left nipple.

“Mmm…..”

“Dude, you’re not jerking it down there are you?”

“HHuh?? N-… no..!”

“Jeees man. You’re lucky the other guys aren’t here… dickwads… probably trying to get down and dirty with Mary and her bitch friends…”

“P… please don’t swear…”

“God, could you be more pathetic?”

Silence.

“Ugh… sorry, just… C’mon man. Don’t you realise what they’re all going to say about us?!”

“What?”

James then realised… they were two boys, living in the same hut/shack/cabin, who both had bubble butts and cute faces.

“They… will think we’re manly?”

“W.. what? What even… no, they’re gonna think we’re GAY, idiot! In fact, those two assholes already mentioned it earlier today. Shit…”

“Ohh… why would they think…?”

“Not WOULD think… they already DO think, ever since you walked over to my frickin’ table…. Ugh, and I was SO close to being unnoticed… even managed to sneak away from the activities…”

He paused.

“I don’t mind that you’re gay, by the way.”

James’ throat closed.

“Hn?! I.. I’m not-!!”

“What?”

James sniffled, tweaking his nipple a little too hard, making him coo.

“Uuf! I… I am NOT gay…”

“Pfft Oh really? Then what’s with a not-dildo going in your not-gay ass? Come on everyone can see it from a mile away.”

James sniffled, tears coming to his eyes, and he clammed up.

“Hn…”

….

“Dude?”

The flick of a bible page was his tiny response, sniffing as he trawled through ‘LUKE:1’, trying to see if it would go into his brain.

‘Maybe I just do one chapter?... maybe do the second tomorrow…’

William sighed.

“Dude.. don’t worry about it. I apologise. Say… what do you like to do for fun?”

At this James perked up, excited.

“OOOh, well I love cleaning the kitchen the best, it’s soooo tricky getting all of the grime of the oven grill, but I found a special technique that makes it much faster-”

William groaned so loud that James was halted in his tracks.

“Are you SERIOUS?!”

“Y… yes….”

“Jees… you’re literally just a maid from a porn movie…”

Stupidly, James decided to try his hand at a joke.

“Well… you’re pretty enough to be a maid, right? I-in the right dress maybe…. Hehe….”

“WH.. WHAT?!?!”

The boy leapt out of bed, knocking his knee on the way down the ladder and grunting.

“FUCK you…. stupid fucking shit…FFFFFUCKing…”

He flung the cabin door open and stormed out.

“…. Stupid!… shit… maid!!! Fucking-…..”

James watched him as he trailed off onto one of the paths, his baggy jeans doing nothing to stop his caboose swaying and filling out the back end wonderfully.

‘Oh… well, looks like you’ve done it again,’ he thought to himself, miserably tweaking his left nipple for comfort before hefting the bible into his lap.

This camp was turning out to be nothing short of a real-life nightmare.

***

Edith rubbed her hands together as she made her way back to her lodge. She was looking forwards to getting that disgusting bolognaise out of her nostrils with some real food, and chef Agnes had informed that her personal meal tonight would be sirloin steak with pan-fried potatoes, asparagus, and sauteed mushrooms. Well, why not, when trust-fund parents were paying for it?

The dirt path led up to a lodge located at the edge of the camp, raised up on a hill allowing for a spectacular view over the treetops.

She unlocked the front door, kicked her boots off, and sighed, dropping down onto the sofa, glancing out of the window where the green tips of trees swayed for a short distance before the deep blue lake took over, stretching out into the shadows of mountains in the distance.

“Sometimes, God’s ways aren’t so mysterious at all,” she murmured, turning from the natural beauty to switch on the thirty inch TV taking up half the opposite wall.

‘Real women’ appeared, four women and one effeminate man blaring opinions on sofas.

Perfect.

She left the tv on, and padded upstairs, stripping the dirty clothes from her firm, well-maintained frame before showering, pinching the slight roll of fat at her waist and observing the gentle sag of her breasts.

“Hmph.”

Perhaps some extra work on the Pilates machine would be required. She returned minutes later with a fluffy white dressing gown wrapped around her body, a towel on her hair.

“Ahhh…..”

Retrieving a bottle of wine and a glass, she put her feet up on a chintz pouffe and relaxed, waiting for her meal to arrive. Usually Peter, one of the camp’s youthful instructors and general dogsbodies, would run it to her. She sometimes checked the man’s muscled ass out, but had to make do with sarcastic or occasionally suggestive comments, to which no reciprocation had been made.

‘He doesn’t know what he’s missing anyway…. Perhaps the ‘no sex before marriage’ messages are getting to the instructors too…. Shame.’

She sipped her wine.

Minutes passed.

*… you know I really can’t believe she said that.*

*Right?..... So then I said listen, you don’t kn-*

Edith glanced at the silver clock on the lodge wall.

Seven minutes past eight.

She settled back in, and poured more wine as the figures on screen reclined in their comfortable chairs and railed at some minor celebrity controversy.

*-ou just can’t do that in this day and age!*

*REALLY?! OH MY GOODNESS YES.*

*SLAY GIRLLL!*

*The thing I like about you Felicia, is you tell it how it is, sis…!*

After ten minutes Edith started to get worried.

“Damnit, where is it….”

Her steak would surely be getting cold… and the first glass was almost empty.

After fifteen minutes and another half-glass later, she was on the verge of putting her boots on when two knocks on the door made her sigh in relief.

“Ah FINALLY….. I’ll have to get onto them tomorrow about this…”

She padded to the door, and slowed.

Through the frosted glass, a figure the height of the door itself was stood, illuminated from behind by the porch lights.

“What in the world….”

She padded forwards more carefully now, trying to match the broad-shouldered shape with any of her colleagues. No-one came close to matching the description.

Hesitantly, she peeked the door open.

What greeted her was a woman that made her head spin; well over six foot tall, and bristling with gorgeous musculature sculpted by a Greek artist in a white tank-top; stood at ease with her hands behind her back, chest pressed out. Her skin was a pale white with a brown short Karen haircut; boyish face but pretty makeup….. and humungous fake tits bursting free of the top which looked ready to give up the ghost, her ladies threatening to spill out of them at any moment. Black leather booty shorts completed the ensemble, hugging incredibly wide, thick hips and an ass big enough to smother a man to death with ease.

Or woman.

Edith’s eyes travelled up, then down, then up again.

They stopped and widened between her legs, where someone seemed to have misplaced an anaconda, or perhaps was storing a U-bend for bathroom repairs, because the horseshoe shape bulging from her crotch surely couldn’t be what she reckoned it was.

“Ah… C-can… can I help you?”

“Yeah, you’re Edith right??”

“Y.. yes, but who are you?”

“I have your dinner here!”

Edith’s eyebrows furrowed, and she beheld a black leather bag that, whilst still stylish, looked a little faded. Perhaps attempting to look wealthy.

Her tone became sharper.

“I’m… I’m sorry, but who the hell are you?”

“Ah I’m Bianca… actually I’m a friend of Agnes your chef!.... I hope you don’t mind me running up on you like this, but Peter said he wasn’t feeling well and I thought, well, what would a good Christian do?! Can’t leave a God-loving woman without her steak!”

“Ah… right….”, she said tentatively, staring at the woman as if she had just presented uncooked road-kill.

Bianca smiled sweetly.

“I know… I’m new here, but… I thought this might be an apt time to introduce myself… and I heard very good things about you from Agnes,” she said, producing a see-through microwave container in her other hand with a perfect-looking steak with assorted veg, the packaging slightly steamed from the heat. “… and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to speak with a true fellow Christian.”

Edith swallowed and gave her a suspicious nod, eyes still slipping down to the humungous bulge every so often.

“AH… well…. I suppose I should thank you….”

“Anything for a fellow Christian,” the woman said, winking, fingering the cross around her neck.

Seeing the cross, Edith relaxed just slightly, allowing the door to open a little further. It didn’t hurt that the woman’s leg turned slightly sideways, flexing her healthy ass which began bulging out of the bootie-shorts, stretched to breaking point around her prodigious buttocks.

Edith felt her heart skip a beat, stammering.

“Well… I.. I’m a good judge of character, and I know that a good woman of the Lord like yourself is welcome at Camp Loveheard.… Are you… bringing someone to the camp, or…?”

Bianca grinned.

“Ohhh ACTUALLY, I was hoping to volunteer, I know you don’t really do that sort of thing but… my Cousin Angel asked if I could come up and hang around the place, help out….”

“Angel?”

“Sorry, Agnes… what did I say?”

“Angel.”

“Oh.. must be because of who I’m looking at!”

She winked, and Edith felt something in her stomach go funny.

“Ha.. r.. right…”

She mulled it over.

Free labour… and also, this woman had drove at leastsixty miles from the closest town, but probably much, much further than that. She looked the woman up and down again and found herself having to stop her eyes from repeating the journey for extra glimpses of her snake, turning herself forcibly so as not to stare.

“You… may stay… if Agnes is willing to room with you, you are welcome to stay in Camp Loveheart.”

“Well that is truly generous of you!”

“You’re quite welcome….”

“Actually Miss Edith…. It is Miss, right?”

The woman’s eyes skirted down and up her person as she said it, and saliva began to trickle into Edith’s mouth at the open appraisal of her body, not to mention the tiny smirk that crept to the corner of Bianca’s lips.

It had been a while.

“Uh, yes. Miss.”

Bianca winked.

“Well goodness, why no-one snapped you up I cannot fathom.”

Edith found her heart pumping a different rhythm altogether, the plastic container wobbling in her hands.

“Huh.. well… Thank you… a pleasure to meet you….? Ah, Apologies, your name was…”

“Bianca. And before I go back… do you mind if we talk about God for a brief moment? I know you have food but…” She reached forwards and took her hand, “I would love to talk with someone that I respect and admire….”

Her tone was sincere, but Bianca’s eyes roving up and down Edith’s body, plus the withheld appreciation in her expression, was bringing forth a warmth that was had been buried deep in the midst of Summer camp.

‘Not here…’

Her instincts told her to turn the woman away… but other, more crass and animalistic urges took over.

“Ah… I.. I suppose so…… Do come in…”

“Nice to meet you.”

The woman squeezed her hand, and the moment Bianca stepped over the ‘Jesus Loves all’ welcome mat, Edith began to feel the gravity shift as she allowed the woman to stride past her.

“AH, we don’t allow-“

The woman marched into her living room, each step vibrating the smooth polished wooden floors.

“-… shoes….”

“Hey, I love ‘Real Women’!

As Bianca looked around the living room, nodding appreciatively at the stars beginning to emerge over the vista, Edith firmed herself up, quickly slapping the door closed.

She was in control of this camp. This woman would understand that the easy way or the hard way.

‘Two minutes, no more,’ she promised herself.

“Why don’t we read a quick scripture to see you on your way, hmm?” she smiled, grabbing the remote and shutting off the TV, before collecting a bible from the bookcase nearby and settling down in the large armchair to one side. She knew that Bianca would be forced to sit on the sofa, allowing Edith to dominate the room by position.

At least, that was the theory.

“Absolutely.”

Bianca grinned wide, and strutted over on dirty knee-high boots with thick wedge heels, to seat herself on the cushioned arm-rest of the chair, making the chair groan under her enormous weight, her arm wrapping around the top of it to surround and enter Edith’s personal space.

“You know… you smell nice,” she said, leaning in and nuzzling her nose into Edith’s hair.

Edith’s mouth bounced between open and closed, blindsided by this huge woman now slinking up close to her like a lion.

“Well that’s… I think we should seat ourselves appropriately for the Lord’s book,” she managed, hiding her discomfort and trembling hands behind rules and social standards of proximity.

‘This is my lodge… she’s in MY lodge…’

“Why…. Do you not also enjoy… inappropriate…?” the woman smiled coyly.

The woman’s breasts were now at head-height, incredibly close to Edith’s right ear, so close she could feel the warmth radiating out from the vast bosom, whilst the bulge now sat within reach, the woman leant over so their hips were almost touching.

Edith swallowed. She’d never seen leather being distended in quite that way, by quite such an engorged instrument.

‘Who on earth is that monster….’

“I…. I enjoy myself plenty in my own free time…. Now… now……”

‘What was her name?.... God, you should have remembered, but you were too busy staring at her crotch!’

“… Ah… I’m sorry, what was your name again?”

“Bianca,” she said, placing a hand on her arm, “and yours was Edith, right?”

“Y… yes…”

Their eyes locked.

“I’d never forget a name like yours.”

“… I… so…. The scripture….”

“Have you ever sinned?” Bianca murmured, trailing pastel pink nails up and down Edith’s arm.

“I…. W-well, I believe no-one is perfect… only… i-in in the eyes of the lord…..”

“You seem pretty perfect to me.”

“Oh… “

Edith wasn’t looking at the book in her hands, but at the woman who was tickling the skin on her arm, their eyes locked on each other.

“Have you… ever been with a woman?”

Edith’s heart froze in her chest.

“Well… that’s ah…..”

The woman leaned in, and pressed her lips to Edith’s, cutting off the stammered words.

“…HhMMPHH….”

A hand wrapped around her head, and a tongue began to tease it’s way into her mouth.

“…Hhmmmphh… mMMMmphh!…..”

The bible slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor, but Edith was too busy grappling with the woman began to slide on top of her, a huge weight pressing her into her seat as she moaned in the kiss, her the ache between her legs overwhelming her as Bianca sucked hard, locking their lips together, swirling a wet tongue swirling to deliver a whirlpool of heat and wetness in Edith’s mouth, her brain blended by the physicality of the women on top, unable to even consider fighting back.

Her legs widened. Bianca’s waist naturally filled between them, and when the kissing died down to small nibbles and smooches, Edith realised her groin was being nuzzled by the huge bulge sticking out of Bianca’s skirt.

‘Oh Good God…. Lord above!…’

It felt like it was beginning to wake up.

“HHnnn… is.. is that…?”

Bianca, by way of answer, reached down and unzipped her skirt with a slow flourish.

*ZZZZZZZT*

Tossed aside, the skirt revealed its cargo, namely a black jock-strap with a gigantic, fat, juicy cock spilling out of it. Edith’s eyes bugged out, blushing furiously….. She was no stranger to a good time, but she’d never seen one this big before, and certainly not on a woman who looked like she could bench a car. A ferocious heat like she had never felt flowed between her legs, and for the first time she found herself straining to keep herself in check.

“HHHohhhly shit…”

“Hey, how un-Christian of you,” Bianca smirked, opening her legs wider so her the jock-strap was strained even tighter, the bulge thrust even more odiously into the open.

“Well… God’s not going to fuck me like you can!” Edith rasped, giving into her desires and grabbing the jock strap firmly in one hand and the woman’s head in the other, pulling her into a kiss as she groped the package. Bianca’s moan was so guttural and wheezed that Edith knew she was doing it right as the sound vibrated her skull and stomach. It was the most gorgeous thing she’d heard or felt in years.

“GGRRUUHHHMMPHHH..”

“Mmmmhh!”

Playing with it, she could feel the material straining to contain the growing erection, and chills of anticipation rippled through her body as she felt it grow and throb between her fingers, so powerful and unwieldy that it felt more akin to the appendage of a horse than a human, a piece of heavy machinery that deserved to be in a museum, salivated over by womenkind behind thick panes of glass.

Further down, two huge, hairy balls presented themselves, too big to fit in her palm together as she explored with slender fingers. Instead, she massaged one, then the other, squeezing one a little harder. Bianca grunted as Edith murmured. They felt like large peaches, although the fuzz covering them was coarse and wiry in her fingers.

“Good God…” she enthused, feeling the extraordinary weight of them.

“Mm…. don’t worry, heaven’s coming,” Bianca smirked, before sliding down, Edith growling as the cock slowly slipped from her grip, allowing her to eye the heavy cleavage as she unwrapped Edith’s dressing gown waist, slipping the plush material aside to reveal a womanly body with a hint of sag in the breasts and stomach, slight stretch marks here and there, plus small nipples and a hairless, pink flower.

“Mm…. I didn’t know shaving your pussy was part of being a good Christian.”

“You’d be surprised… I’ve been following in the footsteps of Mary Magdelene.”

“Who’s she?”

“Oh, well… she’s…. never mind.”

So much for the role play. She’d keep the outfits for a future prospect… although judging by the monster between Bianca’s legs, future prospects might struggle to stimulate what was about to become an incredibly stretched vagina. It was so big in fact, that a note of anxiety struck her.

‘How much is this going to hurt….?’

The nerves were waylaid by a tongue flicking across her sex.

“Uh-OHH…”

The quickness of it made her hips wiggle, Edith squirming as the tongue slid across again, avoiding her clit, instead licking up the sides and across the bottom of her flower. An unsated ache began to grow in her clit, and Bianca sent out that long tongue… and tickled the sides of her pussy once more, trailing along just the outside, only briefly touching the centre on occasion.

“Hhhnnn…..”

Edith melted into the armchair as Bianca leaned deeper between her legs, her warm, wet tongue sliding around and into the woman’s sex, teasing and nudging until her clit was aching.

“HHohhh…”

Liquid began to flow, and Bianca’s lips were soon wet with more than just her saliva, a smile unseen by Edith as it descended onto the lips between her legs and kissed them without tonguing inside, always teasing, never sating.

Almost the clit…. Just around.

Up and down… then around again.

Edith squirmed as the tongue touched her aching clit and moved on a final time…. and knew this simply could not stand. She grabbed the woman’s head and directing it violently, just as a good camp instructor should.

“OOHh God FUCK YOU-“

Bianca’s face was mashed into Edith’s groin unceremoniously. The lips sealed around her pussy.

“MMmphhhh….!”

Bianca was more than happy to be steered by Edith’s hard grip, her tongue delving across and finally up over the swollen nub, attacking it as the woman above her forced Bianca deeper into her crotch, ramming her point home by literally ramming the woman’s mouth against her vagina, thrusting her groin up so a full squeeze of pussy juice squirted into the woman’s mouth, the tangy flavours sloshing around her tongue as she moaned.

“MMMMmmmm…”

The hum travelled up Edith’s body, making her lips tremble, a hushed sigh brought forth as conductors across her body were turned on, a vessel of energy being channelled through her sex.

“OHHHh yes… yess right there… RIGHT….”

The heat was building, Bianca’s face rapidly submerging in the flow of Edith’s passions as she moaned again, the hum driving Edith wild as the pleasure began to burst-

“…… THERE….!!”

-and exploded from between her legs, setting of a cascade of fireworks in her body which sent her over the tips of the mountains and beyond into perfect white bliss.

“…UHHHHHHhhuUYYHHhhhh!!!…..”

Her legs spasmed, thick bursts of pussy juice dousing Bianca’s head in a warm wave as her tongue danced across the soft canvas in front of it, the woman gripping Edith’s thighs as she let out an orgasmic moan dripping with pent-up frustration and relief.

“-UhhHHnnnnnnuhhh…..”

The fingers in Bianca’s hair remained painfully tight, almost pulling a strand or two out, before relaxing, allowing the woman to raise her nose from the wonderful stink of her womanhood.

“Mmm…..”

Edith looked down, still in dreamland, to see Bianca’s face soaking wet, the woman licking her lips, breathing heavily.

“…. I think you’ve been…. a bad girl…”

The response of Edith was laced with a steely tone.

“Then you’d better do something about it, hadn’t you? After all, what am I paying you for?”

“So… I guess I got the job huh?”

“Not quite yet,” Edith said sharply, glancing down at the jockstrap almost quivering with excitement, a rocket about to take off.

“Yes Miss,” Bianca smirked, pulling down the jockstrap. An absolute monster bigger than Edith’s forearm came up from the murk of the ocean, drooping under its own terrifying weight. Blue-grey veins pulsed with malignant energy. The head was a swollen, bruised mushroom, slightly squat as if her cock had been compressed. It gave the impression of a battering ram, which only made it more intimidating.

Bianca raised up off her knees… and suddenly Edith was being confronted with the real truth of the situation. She was about to be climbed on top of by a monster of a woman in more ways than one, quads flexing as she squatted over the chair which creaked under their combined weight, the broadness of her back blotting out the light as she climbed on top, her pretty face silhouetted. The breasts still threatening to spill out of her now blotchy crop-top from dripped juices and saliva pressed against Edith’s naked chest, making her feel outmatched both in feminine and masculine whiles.

She gulped as the woman lined up, watching in growing fear as the monster flexed, and a thick bubble of white liquid spurted from the piss-slit onto the pristine white carpet, leaving spots of grey as the tip touched against her exposed, defenceless sex.

“Sh-shall we take this to the bedroom?” Edith stammered, trying to buy some time whilst also somewhat aware that people might be able to view the proceedings in such an open space, unlikely thought it may have been at this time of night.

“With a view like this, why bother?” Bianca smirked, looking down at the naked woman splayed out before her, dripping from her sex.

She dipped down and pressed her lips to her host’s. The woman melted a touch.

“Mmmm…”

“MMMhh…”

As they kissed, Edith’s stomach jumped as the huge cock slid across her sex, whimpering as it grinded against her like a stripper’s pole, but also hot and pulsing with her counterpart’s heartbeat, and when Bianca drew back her lips Edith’s heart was hammering like she’d just run a marathon, tasting her own essences on the woman’s lips.

“W.. w-well, I…. suppose a guest like you welcoming treatment… Speaking of which, I have protection, although… I’m not quite sure you’ll fit…”

Bianca snorted.

“Don’t worry… I bring my own.”

She stepped back, rummaging in her handbag before ripping open a packet of magnum condoms.

“Ever seen these before?”

“Only on the shelf,” Edith said wryly, and both women chuckled.

They kissed again, with tongues exploring each other.

Edith by now was feeling warm and safe in the woman’s presence as powerful muscled arms wrapped around her, tree-roots gripping her tight, and her stomach flipped again as the cock ground more vigorously against her drenched pussy, sending zips of intimidating pleasure up her body.

“Mmn.. Well, you’re in for a treat… only special guests get to enter the magnum lounge,” Bianca said with a knowledgeable look that suggested she was well aware of the power she possessed, pulling down a long, soft-yellow condom over her giant cock. In the light, it looked almost golden, a long ceremonial robe tight around the king of all cocks.

Edith rippled, the ache in her clit returning redoubled, although she peeled her eyes at the obvious smirk on Bianca’s face.

“Hmm… don’t think you’re God’s gift just because you’ve got a few extra inches….” she began, before all her confidence and control slipped away sharply as Bianca reared up and grabbed her thighs, pushing them up so her undercarriage was completely exposed, pinned back on the chair in a breeding position.

“Ohh-!”

“I’d suggest giving your opinions after I’ve fucked you,” Bianca said, her face inches away, pure confidence in her tone and stare. Even her attitude carried weight that few possessed, and she took a moment to pull her top clear, revealing humungous breasts with firm nipples pointed accusingly at her own, before lowering.

“Hhhooh….”

Bianca’s tits pressed against her outmatched pair, sandwiching her against the chair which creaked ominously under their weight. It felt like she was being mounted by a silverback gorilla, the sensation ominous even in the midst of the arousal.

“I hope you’re ready for some bible studies…. I’ve got all fourteen inches of your commandments right here…”

Edith groaned, partly in anticipation and partly in exasperation at the complete lack of Christian knowledge in the woman above her, and then reasoned that with a dick this big, she was willing to forgive her. After all, being a good Christian was all about forgiveness, surely?

The tip touched her sex.

“Huh….”

A wavering whimper escaped her as the anticipation began to ramp up, shivering as the large mushroom fully pressed against her entrance, almost completely covering it…

‘This is… humungous!….’

“Hnn….”

.. and increased pressure.

“HHHHNnn…”

The cock began to push heavily against her pussy, stretching it.

“…HHUHNNNNN…….”

Was it even going to fit?

“Hhhhuh.. Ugh…!”

She moaned as she felt something which may have been akin to reverse childbirth, the giant snake pushing against her lips insistently. The head teased and pushed, prodded and pushed again… then pressed a little firmer, almost penetrating… before finally pressing inside.

“UUHHHNNN-!”

Edith threw her head back and moaned. It felt huge, like sitting on a flagpole, and her pussy quivered as it stretched fully to accommodate such a thick guest.

“Uuhgn!!!.. UHHnn.. HHHohuhGgghhhoodd……!”

“Shhh, there you go…. Just let yourself get used to it…” Bianca whispered into her ear, letting it sit.

Edith reached her arms up around the broad back, hugging it tight for comfort as she tried to let her body adjust to this new normality of being penetrated by a humungous foreign object, feeling the musculature rippling like a city of small, hard knots whilst preparing for the next step.

Her chest heaved, and a slight quiver from the woman atop her was delicious, even through the ache and discomfort.

A quick kiss.

“Ready?”

“NN-!“

Then it was moving again.

“-ooHhhoh…!”

Easier now, but still incredibly sensitive, Edith groaned as the cock began to steal space inside her, the lake of her home-made lubricant allowing easy passage, although her inner walls were still hugging the cock so tight that she could feel every little ridge and detail in the woman’s hog, legs and arms jerking as a slight edge on the left side caught her in a very wonderful place.

“HHUhhYHHh……”

“We’re getting there… just a bit more…”

Edith knew it was a barefaced lie, as so many more inches remained, but nonetheless it softened her, even as Bianca drove her hips steadily downwards, inexorably pressing her cock into the centre of Edith’s soul.

“HHHOAHHhh-“

‘Oh God.’

It was too big… organs were being rearranged; every part of her inner walls stimulated by the snake sliding through it.

“uUUYHHHUH-“

“Nearly there….”

Endless inches of thick meat drove into Edith’s abused pussy, and the woman began to shake, losing control of her limbs as her arms clung for dear life to Bianca’s back, moaning like a ghoul as her body was overtaken by a rogue agent of pleasure and pain, something she wanted, yet could not withstand.

“oHHMMMY…. BBIAANnncAahhuhnnnn….”

She felt her humanity slipping away, replaced by pure animal lust.

Then a pair of hips met hers… but Edith wasn’t thinking about it. In fact she wasn’t thinking about anything.

Bianca moaned as the woman’s insides hugged this pulsing monolith tighter than anything she’d ever felt, revelling in the woman’s body clinging to her as the pussy quivered at the base of her shaft.

“HHNnhuhh….!”

“Wwwow… you’re tight…”

She looked down at Edith and realised the figure was barely conscious. Her eyes were lidded, drool running from the sides of her open mouth, vagina already free-flowing heat around her groin as well as down onto the chair seat.

“Uuh… ughhhn…. Hhn….”

“Well, mission accomplished,” she grinned, reaching down to grab her phone from her bag whilst Edith let out tiny whimpers and whines of someone who wasn’t all there, who had felt a presence too great to truly understand. Bianca thumbed in a group message.

*Camp leader is mine. Good to go.*

A chorus of vibrations followed as eggplants and thumbs ups pinged onto the screen, but Bianca dropped it as Edith’s entrance clamped tight to her manhood, and she grunted as a wave of wet heat flooded her crotch.

“HHhoohhnnn…”

Edith didn’t even cry out, she merely tweeted like the shyest songbird, her eyelids fluttering over glazed eyes as her insides paid a flood of worship to the pillar filling it with radiant light. Bianca groaned and chucked the phone and bag aside. Time to enjoy the spoils of her victory.

She gently, pulled her cock a few inches from the taut, brutally tight grip of Edith’s sex, and slid it back in.

“UUUuuuhhhhnnnngggg…..”

Edith’s moan was a desperate moan of someone who had been having sex for an entire evening, not an entire minute. Bianca could feel that it was certainly not fake, the woman threatening to explode again, toes curling, fingernails gouging into the couch.

This one would have to be even slower than usual.

Another slow out…. And in.

“UUuuuhhhhg.”

Out. In.

Edith’s eyelids twitched, her cheek muscle spasming.

“UUUUUUuhhhn.

Bianca picked up the pace just a little, pulling a bit more out as she did so.

Out. In….. Out. In.

“Uuhn!… hnnhuh!!…”

Then Bianca felt the lust begin to overtake her… This hypocritical whore preaching with her legs wide open was getting it easy. She needed to be punished.

Bianca pulled her cock to the edge of her mushroomed head…. And fired back in with a wet *PHHLAP!*

Edith’s eyes popped open, bulging as the air was gut-punched from her lungs, a gasping croak escaping wet lips.

“Huuh-“

*PHHLAP*

“Gugh-“

Her body jiggled as the force of it fucked her into the armchair, which groaned under their weight, just as she did.

“UUUUNgguh-“

*PHHLLAP*

Edith, it turned out, despite her experience, was woefully unprepared for a partner such as Bianca, and soon the moment came when the experience went from gentle love-making to very deliberate and brutal fucking.

Bianca let her muscles do the talking, sheathing herself in Edith with gusto, feeling the incredibly tight pussy loosening as the woman beneath her finally gathered enough air into her lungs to screech, their crotches so basted in her juices that it felt akin to being submerged from the waist down.

*PHLAPP… PHLAPP…*

“HUHHnnnn… HHHUHGGH!......”

The thick shaft covered in Edith’s shining crotch polish disappeared each time, bulky enough to stimulate every bit of her insides to the point she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.

*PHLAPP*

“OOUhhhnn…”

*PHLAPP*

“OOHHNnn..”

Edith’s legs rocked in the air as she was poleaxed by the biggest cock she’d ever seen, let alone taken, eyes rolling up, and Bianca groaned as she felt her crotch inundated in waves of warm pussy juice, the nails digging into her back as the camp instructor was released from all her responsibilities barring being her invader’s willing whore.

“Huuurrhhh….”

“UUUUUMMYYHUHHHH-“

Bianca didn’t stop, piledriving several machine-gun thrusts that sunk Edith deep into the chair, her hips slapping against the woman beneath her as Edith was forced into a near-dehumanising stretch of multiple orgasms, drool running down both sides of her face as her eyes remained staring at the top of her head, every muscle going taut as she rode wave after wave rolling into one endless tsunami of pleasure.

Minutes ticked by.

The chair shook and groaned under the stress of being bounced on so hard. Toes curled. Nails dug into the seat, then Bianca’s back. The air became thick with the smell of musky sex, the tang of bodily fluids pervasive.

Bianca milked Edith of her liquids, hitting just the right spots to force everything but pleasure from her mind. Edith had never come three times in one evening. She was now no longer aware of owning her own legs, which for some reasons were above her head.

*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP*

“UUUHnn.. UHHMMYYUUGGGUUUDDDUHHH-“

Skin slaps echoed off the wooden walls, joining the chorus of grunting and squealing as a union more animalistic than anything in the forest took place in Edith’s lodge. She came long, and wet, and wild. Her hair became matted with sweat. It poured down her face, and soon the whole of her body was sticky and unclean, the mild scent of BO beginning to emanate from both parties.

By the time the tsunami abated slightly, Edith couldn’t even form words.

Bianca didn’t let up.

Then, with her head spinning, Edith felt it; A jolt of hardness so thick and juicy from Bianca’s cock that it almost felt like a rocket about to take off, letting Edith know she was about to be bred.

“Hnng!,” Bianca grunted, feeling her ballsack tighten. She tried not to cum, desperately trying to hold it in, but the clawing, frothing fiend beneath her tightened around her base on the next insertion, and she groaned like a wounded wildebeest as heavy balls contracted, and pleasure ripped up her shaft.

Edith screamed as she felt the fire extinguisher go off inside her quivering pussy, her brain submerged in lava as a river exploded within her, filling her up in seconds with just two spurts, the woman groaning as her belly began to grow under the pressure of hot cum.

“OHHhhh shit,” Bianca grunted.

“UUUGUHh-!“

“YYhn.”

“UUUAYYYAIIHAIIH-!“

Edith felt every last crevasse of her insides get filled by piping hot lady-seed, the last of her energy spent trembling and moaning as she felt the sperm filling her wonderfully, the giant dick flexing inside her with each heavy spurt of cream.

By the end she looked months pregnant, and it was with a slump into her partner that Bianca finished, enjoying the feeling of her dick clamped down on by Edith’s insides, which were filled to the brim with warm cum.

Edith whimpered.

A few snatched thoughts came back to her then, almost lucid.

‘I… so big….. Bianca…… Tucker…..?.... so FULL….’

Then she was being lifted.

‘OH thank God… she’s… carrying me… towards the bed-‘

Bianca carried her out of the living room…. Then pressed the woman up against the hard wood of the hallway, and Edith whimpered as huge tits sank against her face, skin oily with sweat pressed cloyingly against her nose and mouth with only her eyes peaking above, staring up into the eyes of a devil.

Capable hands used to pulling ropes and moving equipment came up defensively to push the large body. Steel abdominals. Cable biceps and forearms. Quads the size of tree-trunks. She might have had more chance moving the lodge.

“MMmf!!”

Bianca slammed her dick to the hilt in Edith’s body.

*PHHLAPP!*

“MMMPHh-!!!“

Bianca’s prodigious cleavage muffled Edith’s screams of ecstasy as she was fucked up against the wall of her own house, the smell of Bianca rife with bodily odours of someone who had been couped up in a small, hot space for hours on end.

“MMPHHH-MMPHh…MMMpPPPHHGHHH-“

Edith cried out in delight, and another spasm wracked her body as pleasure ripped to the tips of her fingers and toes, lip curling into an ugly gurn as she came again.

Bianca groaned, smiling like a demon as she enjoyed the pungent juices drenching her crotch, running down onto her balls as she subsumed the woman in her grasp, clamping her to the wall with legs shaking in the air, folded in half with no hopes of escape.

*THNK*

The pair froze at a knock on the door.

Bianca smirked as Edith’s eyes bulged, mouth open in a silent moan and quivering with pleasure, her legs splayed open, arousal dripping down freely onto the floor beneath her.

Someone was at the front door… a silhouette of someone in a green shirt, dark skinned… Tucker.

*THNK-THNK*

“Nn.. nuh….”

Bianca arched her eyebrow. Edith shook her head, still twitching from the constant orgasmic ecstasy running through her body, spread from the nuclear submarine hiding in the depths of her body. She clamped a hand over her own mouth which was still threatening to release audible hints of arousal from her belly.

Bianca smirked… and pumped her hips up.

*Plap*

“Mmn-!“

Edith squeezed the hand on her face, humiliated, cheeks bright red as the insertion forced a girlish coo from her throat. She shook her head desperately, eyes wide, sweat dripping down her forehead. Hair was becoming matted against her face and neck as her body released all of the liquids it had to offer.

The figure behind the frosted glass paused… and turned away.

A few seconds passed.

Edith sagged in relief, sweat running down her face and between her breasts, panting.

“Ohh…..kay.. okay…. L-let’s just… t….hnnNN….take this upstairs,” she whispered hoarsely with a pleading look.

“Why,” Bianca grunted, a cruel smirk on her face.

“Well… just b-because… OH!”

Edith’s face morphed into a visage of horror as she stared out of the hall, into the dining area…. where Tucker was staring through the window.

“N.. no… Wait….”

Then he was gone.

Edith immediately began to push against Bianca’s chest, her breathing coming quick and shallow.

“No, no we have to go…. He’s going t-“

Bianca slammed her cock to the hilt inside Edith’s body.

“-tuuHUGH!”

*SCHWAP!*

“UUGHn!”

*SCHWAP*

“Glhhmmhhh…..!”

Edith’s eyes rolled up into her head once more, and all her fears were swept away in another tidal wave of orgasmic bliss.

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