Chapter 473 - Camp Futanari - Snowed In Ch. 01 by OrbitalCruiser

Friday - Mid Afternoon

Ice caked the windshield to the limit of the wiper path. The blowing snow was so dense Brian could barely make out the edges of the road, forcing his speed to a crawl. The snowplows would be out in full force, he was sure, but these remote county roads will only get serviced after the storm.

The weather service said it could last until Tuesday. It was 3:00 PM Friday, and already starting to get dark.

Brian checked his phone and cursed. Waze was frozen. An unfortunate metaphor for his plight in this storm. He braked for a moment to check his signal.

No cell service.

Fuck.

For about the fiftieth time, Brian chided himself on his overconfidence. "No problem", he'd said to his crew supervisor. "My snow tires are new, my suspension is high, I've got Waze to guide me home, and a full tank of gas."

Brian was anxious to get home to his family after three weeks in logging camp. He ached for his wife Sarah and their big soft bed. For weeks he'd dreamt of her soft skin against his, sinking into her sweet wet kisses, feeling her need, reveling in her achingly sexy moans as she wraps her long legs around his waist imploring him to enter her, squeezing her eager soaking pussy around his big fat cock, driving him over the edge in pure ecstatic pleasure.

Nothing was going to stop him from being home for her twenty-sixth birthday on Sunday. And it just happened to be Thanksgiving weekend. A doubly important reason to get the fuck home.

They spoke on Facetime last night. "Stay in camp," she'd said. The North Atlantic had churned up a Nor'easter unlike anything seen in twenty years. Maine was getting the full brunt of it. First storm of the year.

"It's not worth the risk." Her voice echoed in his brain.

A tiny voice in the back of Brian's head told him she looked...relieved. But he'd shaken that off. "Impossible," he'd thought. The little voice was usually right, but not this time. Surely not.

Besides, Brian was not going to fail. He'd missed their fifth anniversary. And their first. And their fourth. A couple of those he'd forgotten until the moment she'd handed him the card and the gift she'd carefully picked out for him, marking their union. 'What's this for?' he'd asked on the morning of their anniversary, watching her face fall, finally getting that he'd disappointed her, yet again.

So last night he'd heard her unspoken truth: "It's not the first time, and probably won't be the last."

He'd missed her twenty-fifth birthday. He'd even missed the birth of their son. That had come during a long-planned guy's trip to Vegas with his high school buddies. But come on - she'd gone into labor two month premature! Who could have predicted that? Her sister had texted him the news during a break in his poker game. "Stay there," she'd said. "By the time you get here, it'll be over."

He'd stayed, reasoning his winnings would be more helpful than his nervous presence bedside.

When he'd walked in the door after the blessed event and Sarah showed him their baby, he was overjoyed and happy. But Sarah's eyes said something else. Those eyes asked a dozen questions.

Would he be an absent father? Could she trust him to be there for her? Did he look actually forward to his three weeks in camp, away from the burdens of fatherhood?

From her?

Silent questions shouted from her eyes.

Missed chances. A missed life.

Well, the hell with that. Work and money be damned. Brian was going to make it. He wasn't going to see that look on Sarah's face again.

The trouble was, without Waze he had no idea where the fuck he was. And he certainly couldn't see anything.

Forged ahead.

No more missed chances.

Putting the truck into gear, he started up again. His visibility was maybe five feet past his bumper. The paved road headed down into a creek valley. Vaguely he'd hoped there was enough traction to get up the hill on the other side.

An enormous dark shape filled the passenger window and lurched across his windshield. Brian screamed as the front of his truck was slammed by some monstrous force. His reactions were quick, too damn quick, and he spun the wheel hard to the left while slamming on the brakes. But the snow-packed road was underlain by a slick coating of ice and his traction was just about zero. His left front wheel slid into the ditch and, aided by the downhill slope, his momentum carried his left rear wheel in too. The truck lurched to a precarious angle in the deep trench and for a moment he thought he was going to roll.

Cursing, Brian snapped off his seatbelt and pushed at the door. It wouldn't budge. Dense snow was packed halfway up the window. He crawled up the steep slope to the passenger door, pushed it open and climbed out. Getting to his feet, he stepped back and surveyed the situation.

He was fucked.

The back rear wheel was in the air. There was nothing for it to grab on to.

Brian cursed himself for not installing the winch he'd bought in the summer.

Idiot.

Looking around, he spotted the cause of his doom. A wide swath was cut into the snow, directly across the road.

Moose.

A fucking moose.

What to do?

He wasn't getting the truck out of that ditch by himself.

With the storm lasting four days or so, he couldn't just do nothing, he reasoned.

I'm strong, I'm good in winter, I've got a winter parka and snow boots. I can do this.

"I'm not going to miss Sarah's birthday. Not this time," he said aloud to the growing gloom.

Brian grabbed his backpack and phone and locked the truck. Pulling up his hood and buttoning everything against the winter storm, he set out into the woods to find help.

The snow was knee deep. In the dense forest, the wind had lessened considerably, but snow was falling hard, in giant flakes. It would be waist deep before long so he had to keep moving. The going was slow and exhausting.

He came to the edge of a lake. Maine has about a billion lakes so that was no surprise. Out there the wind was blowing so hard the snow was just about horizonal.

And then, for an unearthly moment, the storm just stopped. The wind abated, the snowfall turned gentle, and the air turned clear in the growing dusk. He knew this was just an anomaly of the storm as the swirling winds sometimes cancel each other out momentarily, only to return to full force in moments.

But it was enough to see a glowing light and a thick trail of chimney smoke across the lake.

A home.

His heart leapt in relief.

Beside him, the shore was intercepted by a deep ravine that cut into the hillside like a festering wound. A stream ran deep under the thin roof of ice that caked over it, Brian was sure. Too risky to follow the shoreline. He'd have to risk crossing the lake. Girding himself against the wind, Brian set out across the lake to warmth and safety.

And maybe a landline?

A thousand yards. Less.

By the time Brian got onto the lake ice, the wind had picked up again and the snow turned horizontal. He'd set a bearing towards the light. All he had to do was maintain a straight line.

Easier said than done when you're completely blind and there's a 40 mph wind howling at your right hip.

Just make it to shore and find your way from there.

He made progress.

He was determined.

He was going to make it.

Until he wasn't.

There was no time to react. The ice floor simply disappeared. He couldn't step away, couldn't dive to the side, could not even flatten out to spread his weight on the lake ice.

With an ear piercing scream, Brian dropped neck deep into thirty-four degree water.

Too panicked for recriminations about the foolhardy notion of crossing lake ice in November, Brian's body instantly went into survival mode. His lungs gasped for air; his heartrate went to one-forty; his legs felt like a thousand needles punched into his skin.

Get to the edge.

Briain attempted to dog paddle to the edge of the break, but his muscles felt like glue. Anger had now turned to fear as Brian realized the edge may not support his weight, even if he did have the strength to lift his waterlogged parka and pants, let alone his bodyweight. Which he did not.

Get to the edge.

It was a losing battle. Strength was sapping out of his body like honey through a flour sieve. Slowly, but relentlessly.

His hand touched something hard. Sharp even.

The edge.

With maximum effort Brian was able to get his elbows onto the ice surface.

Fuck it was cold.

He had to lever himself up to get his heart out of the freezing water. His heart won't last five minutes in this cold.

He put his weight on the edge. It snapped, sending flat chunks of ice floating away.

Again.

Again.

The ice was too damned thin.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. You know better Brian.

His lungs and his heart could not give him the fuel his body needed to get the hell out of this hole. The ice at the edge was weak and slick and there was nothing to hold onto.

Desperate, he kicked his right foot up. If he could swing it out of the water onto the edge of the ice and spread his weight, he might make it. If he could do that, he reasoned, he could roll away from the edge to safety. One thing at a time.

It was no good. He got his foot maybe as high as his hip. Everything was so heavy. So, so heavy.

At least my head and shoulders are out of the water.

Gotta get my strength back.

Maybe I'll just put my head down for a moment. I'll get my strength back, then take another shot at getting my leg out of the water. Then my heart. Once I do that, I'll be in good shape.

But first, I need a little rest.

Maybe a nap. Yeah. I'll feel so much better after a little nap. Then I'll try again...

***

Brian's legs would not cooperate. Vaguely, he perceived he was upright, mostly. For sure he wasn't in the frozen water. Someone must have pulled him out.

His feet were moving through snow deep enough to cake this thighs. It was slow going.

So yeah. He was upright. And he was moving. But he could take no credit for that. Four strong arms, two on each side, held him up and walked / hauled him through the virgin snow field. Dimly he was aware they were moving up a bare, white slope towards a distant structure.

Two very large strong men had him in their grasp. They wore snow pants and heavy parkas, with balaclavas over their faces and furry hoods enclosing their heads. They did not speak; they were all business. The men were huge, maybe a head taller than Brian's six-foot frame, and they were clearly used to working in the snow.

The storm was at its peak. Visibility was intermittent in the wind, ranging from zero to a few feet, depending on the swirls.

The trunks of the old-growth trees were well spaced and bare, with little foliage to break the force of the gale. Massive clods of snow fell periodically from the canopy above, punctuating their impacts with furious whummps, causing his rescuers to pick their way carefully through to (he anticipated) safety and warmth.

In the dim afternoon light, the structure he'd seen from the lake came into view. A mighty two-level log home with an enormous stone chimney spouting thick white smoke. Its windows were dark save the dancing firelight, presumably from the roaring fire within. A pendant porchlight swayed in the stiff breeze.

Still unable to take his entire weight, Brian's feet were hauled up series of rough stone steps and onto a frozen wooden platform.

A porch.

Vaguely he realized these men had saved his life. Being late November, the ice had been still too thin to support his weight - he should have known that - and without these heroes he surely would have yielded to the lake and the storm. Too weak to do anything but surrender to the unyielding strength of these men, he abandoned all of his dignity and let them take his weight. Four heavy winter boots stomped noisily on the porch to shed the snow, while his own feet dangled uselessly behind his dragged body.

In the fog of near consciousness, Brian gave a silent prayer to the fates that had sent these strong men to his aid. Just an inch shy of six feet with muscles built from years of working the logging camps, Brian figured he must weigh three hundred pounds in his soaked clothes. But these guys dwarfed him and they'd somehow managed an impossible feat of strength to get him out of that death hole.

One of the giants turned the front doorhandle, while the other held him upright and secure, taking all of Brian's weight while betraying no sign of effort or fatigue. Getting the door ajar, the first man returned to Brian's side and together they hauled him forward and inside, the lead man bumping the heavy wooden door open with a whack from his hip.

"Get his wet clothes off and lay him by the fire," came the muffled voice on his right.

Brian's coat, frozen solid from the icy water, was yanked off his shoulders and tossed onto the floor with a loud thump. Two hands slipped into his shirt front and ripped it open, sending buttons flying. Two others worked at his belt, then the clasp of his pants. In ten seconds he was naked as the morning and shivering uncontrollably.

"Yummy," said the one on my right.

"He's a big one," said the other.

"That's a first," whispered the other.

"Let's get him in front of the fire."

He let himself be led to a roaring fire set into an enormous stone fireplace. His frostbitten toes barely registered the heavy beaver-skin blanket laying on the floor, not three feet from the hearth. His saviors coaxed him onto his knees, then guided his pliant body prone into the thick, soft fur. A second beaver skin fur, thick as late-autumn leaves on a forest floor, was thrown over him, wrapping him in a cocoon of plush, luxurious animal skins.

Despite the fire and the furs, he shivered so violently the sound of his rattling teeth reverberated throughout the massive log room.

"We have to get him warmed up," said a soft voice above him.

"Dibs on his back," said one.

"Bitch," the other said, but there was an amused lilt in her voice.

Dimly he realized his attendants were female. So who pulled him out of the pond?

"Ursula, you always get top."

"I am the eldest, after all,"

"Yeah, by twelve minutes. It's not a life sentence dear sister."

"Still. Tell you what. Why don't you turn around and face him?"

"You think I should?"

"You're the one who likes it in the pussy. He's big enough."

"But so soon?"

"Don't worry about it. He was out like a light the second his head hit the pillow."

"Well, if you're sure."

"Come on, let's get 'im warmed up."

"Now you're talking."

At their feet, the beaver skin blanket shuddered violently. The two sisters exchanges glances. Already horny, they simultaneously began to strip, tearing frantically at their clothes, desperate to feel their skin against this - large - man. Jackets, shirts, jeans, even nylons, bras, and panties were carelessly tossed aside. In seconds they were naked and shaking with lust. Eagerly, the sisters crawled under the beaver fur and cuddled into their unexpected new project.

Identical twins, Brit and Ursula were Amazonian in stature. Six-six in nylon feet (for they were almost never without nylons), they had long, lean athletic legs, full round juicy asses, six-pack abs and mammoth 34G breasts, only partially obscured by thick masses of waist-length white-blonde hair, a product of their Nordic gene pool. Their eyes were glacier-ice blue and as big as silver dollars, accentuating faces that had graced dozens of international beauty magazines.

Not their faces, per se. Their mother was the fashion model in the family. But she was nearly indistinguishable from her daughters.

Their mother had passed on many things to her girls, most formidably a raw animal hunger. The gene pool was strong in this remarkable family.

But their mother had passed on something even more useful.

Ursula spooned him from the rear, perfectly matching the near-fetal position the freezing man had assumed. Her sister Brit had little choice but to turn her back to the strapping young man. She waggled her firm round ass back into him so that she and her sister had sandwiched the man so tight and close there was nary a bit of his skin front and back with which they did not connect.

The violence of the man's shaking soon abated and he faded into a deeper sleep, blissfully unaware he had been cocooned in true warmth between two stunning, sexy women. In his dream state, he felt safe and protected, and he knew he was going to be okay.

The sisters settled into him but sleep was difficult. Their minds were restless and full of visions. This man was an unexpected gift. What had threatened to be a boring isolated long weekend would now be filled with play and experimentation and sexual domination. Given the control they had over this man, their minds were filled with visions of him stormbound in their clutches for many days and nights - plenty of time to enslave him utterly. Their fitful sleeps were punctuated with vivid dreams of possession and domination and thrusting and submission and penetration and cumming and cumming and cumming and cumming.

***

Brian opened his eyes briefly. His gaze fell upon the dying fire, but his vision was clouded. No, that wasn't right. There was something draped over his face.

Hair.

A thick, wild tumble of white blonde hair covered his face and poured out over the animal skin, easily reaching his waist. A body was pressed against his back. Female by the softness of her skin and the nature of her incredible mane of hair. Even better, he was pushed up against another woman's back, her skin soft and smooth. Both still slept, though restlessly. Their bodies spasmed and twitched in sleep, as if consumed with dreams of violence and danger. Yet the sounds from their lips and the squirming of their legs were incongruent with such images. Their moaning was more sensual than painful, it seemed to him. But not knowing these women, how could he be sure?

The mouth of the woman cuddled into his back was plastered on his neck. Her lips were soft and wet and they moved with her dreams.

"Cmmmmmmmminnnnnnngggg," she moaned, her lips tickling his skin. Drool escaped her mouth and dripped off his collarbone. He found that incredibly sexy. Somehow.

There was something different about these women. Their men had pulled him out of the lake, of that was certain. So where did they go?

In a way, it made sense. Body-to-body contact is provably the best way to warm a frozen person. The men certainly weren't going to do that, so it was only logical the women would volunteer.

But there was something else. A smell, a musky scent, something that overwhelmed his senses and warped his memories. There was a raw animal essence about them, and it wrapped itself around his brain and made him feel faint. He found it difficult to think clearly. It must be the after effects of the cold, he assumed. 

The woman behind him lapsed into a light snoring while the one in front had hold of his upper arm, having pulled it around her waist. His hand was sandwiched between two full and very firm breasts.

A rather pleasant way to be warmed from a near-death experience.

Briefly he contemplated rising to explore, but that wasn't going to work for him. He was still weak. His limbs were not willing to move. Besides, his position was very...pleasant.

Still weak and groggy, he chose softness and warmth, keeping still and enjoying the full-body contact these sexy beautiful women had offered him. Content, he drifted back to sleep.

***

From the deepest recesses of his mind, Brian felt a soft wet pressure floating about his neck. His eyes fluttered open to the firelight flickering off the heavy log walls of the home. The muffled howl of the winter storm reminded him how lucky he was to be so warm and comfortable under the thick beaver skins. His entire body, every square inch of him it seemed, was in contact with soft, womanly skin. Their breasts were full and round, their legs strong and intertwined with his, their mouths soft and exploring. He was on the floor of the living room of a massive log home, laying on his side. The room was so massive the ceiling disappeared high into the gloom.

A bit of sweat dripped off his nose. A heavy animal skin was draped over him, but more impressively, he was sandwiched between two naked female bodies.

So it wasn't a dream.

The woman in front of him had turned over while he'd slept. She now faced him, just inches away.

She was awake and gazing into his face. The moment he'd looked into her eyes, her beautiful face blossomed into a gorgeous open smile. She had the face of an angel, easily the most beautiful woman he'd ever been in the same room with, let alone cuddled with, naked under an animal skin in front of a roaring fire.

She was in her early 20s. Her hair was white and cascaded about her upper body in thick waves. Her lips were full and red and she had the hollow cheeks of an athlete.

Her uppermost leg was draped over his hip. She lay on her side, her upper hand resting on his neck, fingers curling and caressing his skin. She licked her full crimson lips and leaned in, her mouth meeting his in a long, deep, kiss. The hand on his neck went to the back of his head. Her fingers slipped through his hair and curled, holding him fast. Her narrow sweet tongue slithered into his mouth, and her lips worked his as if he was the lover she'd been waiting for all her life.

He barely had the wits to hide his shock. But hide it he did. He didn't want this little surprise to end too quickly.

And still she kept coming. Happily ceding control for now, he sank into her sweet kisses.

The wet pressure on his neck grew deeper. From behind, a hand slid over his arm and rested flat on his chest. A pair of firm breasts pushed into his back. An unseen woman shifted, moving up his torso and getting her mouth onto his neck where she began to gently gnaw on his skin with her teeth. One of her legs wormed its way between his and bent up, pushing her thigh into the crack of his ass.

The woman he faced pulled away from the kiss and licked her lips. Her lower arm slipped under his neck and she used her leverage to pull her upper body tight to him, pressing her mammoth breasts into his chest.

"Well hello," she vamped into his face. Her words dripped with honey and longing and carnal intent.

Despite his ordeal in the lake, Brian had begun to feel that familiar swell in his groin. How could he not? He craned his head to get a look at the woman kissing his neck. She raised her head to let him see and when their eyes met, she gifted him with a dazzling smile. She was the identical twin of the woman who had just kissed him.

The women pressed into him, every available bit of their bodies in full contact with his. Except at their sex. Apparently they weren't planning to grind him.

Hopefully that will change, he thought.

Despite his weakened state, Brian's sex was reacting to of one of his greatest sexual fantasies.

He choked out his questions. "Who are you? Where am I?"

The woman behind him scooted up a bit. She hooked her chin over his shoulder and kissed his ear. "My name's Ursula, and the gorgeous woman facing you is my twin sister Brit. And you are?" Her voice was soft and sexy. Little puffs of air from her lips tickled his ear, adding more intimacy to their contact.

"Brian. I'm Brian."

"Brian," Ursula breathed, as if it were the sexiest word in the English language.

"Where are the men?" Brian said. "Where are the guys who pulled me out?"

Brit giggled. "Silly boy. There're no men here. That was me."

"Not just you!"

"Brit was fast asleep on the couch here," Ursula said softly in his ear. The tip of her tongue slipped into the tight canal and burrowed in for a moment before retracting. "She woke with a start when she heard your screams out on the lake. She woke me up and we rescued you."

He looked beyond Brit at the far window of the cabin. Blown snow had accumulated on the outside windowsill and caked onto the frame. The dim porchlight flickered, its pendant swinging in the winter gale. Its light danced off the snow, horizontal in the wind. The howl of the whiteout was muted within the heavy log walls, but to his experienced eyes it looked like a doozy - the worst winter storm he'd seen in - forever. It was difficult to comprehend how someone could hear a scream several hundred yards away through that roiling storm. And from inside this massive home, no less.

While asleep.

Brit smiled sweetly at him.

"How?" was all Brian could utter.

"I laid flat on the ice," Ursula said.

"Ursy held my ankles while I laid on my back, grabbed your arms, and pulled you up and out. Simple!" Brit said.

"She kind of threw you into the air," Ursula beamed.

"Sorry about that," Brit giggled.

"Threw me? I must have weighed, I don't know..."

"That's my sister!" Ursula laughed.

"But, but..."

"Hush now. Don't you worry about it."

"You'd be dead if it wasn't for us," Brit said.

"I don't know what to say," Brian started. "I..."

"No more of this," said Brit. "It's all good. I have a real strong suspicion you're gonna pay us back."

"In spades," Ursula added.

"With what? How does one pay someone back for saving his life?"

"Let us worry about that," Brit said, smiling.

"We'll be all even before the snow stops flying," Ursula said.

Brit grinned. The tip of her nose brushed his. She licked her lips lasciviously. "More than even. And we've got no place to be. Nobody to see."

"Couldn't even if we wanted to," Ursula said. "We're completely snowed in. Before we lost what paltry cell service we have, they said the storm is expected to last three or four days." She snuggled up to him. "So we've got you all to ourselves for four whole days and nights. You have our full attention, baby."

"And nobody within twenty miles to disturb us."

"Lucky we've got lots and lots of firewood!"

"Oh, we've got wood," Ursula said. "That's never a problem around here!" The two sisters laughed, as if sharing some secret joke.

Brian couldn't believe his luck. These two gorgeous women had saved his life and he was stranded with them inside this log cabin with no outside help able to reach them for days. And both of them seemed intent on pressing their incredible naked bodies into his. It was a sex fantasy come true.

He hoped.

All thoughts of his wife had disappeared, like the smoke drafting up the chimney of this magnificent log home.

Behind him Ursula snuggled closer, pulling on his chest and using her leverage to press her body tight to his back, even as Brit hugged him closer to her generously-endowed chest. "Mmmm," she breathed. "Much better."

Despite his weakness from almost drowning and from nearly freezing to death, Brian's cock was rock hard. Of course it was. Two stunning women, twins no less, were naked and pressed hard into him, vying each other for his kisses and caresses. His meat was twitching and bouncing.

But their midsections were strangely separated from him. Even with her prodigious breasts pushed into his chest, Brit still had no clue how huge and throbbing his erection was. Brian was proud of his thick seven-inch package and he wasn't sure if the women would be intimidated by his length and girth. He was looking forward to dominating these gorgeous sluts with his meat.

Even better, he knew how to use his massive dick. Every time he returned to logging camp, the hottest whores always came knocking on his door.

Brit leaned in for another kiss, while behind him Ursula went back to work on his neck, putting her teeth, lips and tongue fully into her passionate attack.

Both women ground their breasts into him. Each pulled their upper bodies to his, squeezing him from both sides with stunning pressure. These women were strong.

Not that he was complaining.

Brian's cock bounced and throbbed in the tiny space Brit had left between their sex organs.

"This won't do," he thought. Cuddling is wonderful between these goddesses, but he wanted more. He wanted it all. He was sure they did too.

He pushed his midsection forward until the head of his cock bounced into Brit.

"Someone's recovering nicely," Brit said with a smile. She reached down between their bodies. Her fingers closed around Brian's cock and gave it a gentle squeeze, driving shock waves up and down his body. "Hello little man."

Little man? Brian didn't understand the game she was playing, but he knew his was a LOT better than "little man".

Ursula upped her game, sucking his earlobe into her mouth. Moving to his cheek, she slid the tip of her tongue in circles around the side of his face, leaving a cool wet trail in its wake while her legs writhed and squirmed between his.

Brit's gentle squeezing of his cock turned more inventive. Her fingers undulated around his length like she was playing a flute.

"Ohh," Brian moaned. He was fast getting overwhelmed by sexual stimulation wrought by the two goddesses, who seemed determined to have sex with him. Right now.

Brit kissed him deeply while her fingers stroked his length. He was so stimulated, a couple more little squeezes would drive him over the edge. He didn't know whether he wanted that or not.

As if realizing exactly where his orgasm was, Brit released his cock and laid her hand flat on Brian's shoulder, palm side up, directly under Ursula's mouth. "Lube me up, Ursy. I need your magic."

Ursula's mouth was less than two inches from his cheek when she made a great 'horking' sound in his ear. She dropped a huge load of spit into Brit's open hand. Some of it slipped through Brit's fingers in long, sticky streams onto his neck and dripped onto the beaver pelt.

"Thanks, baby," Brit said. In a quick moment, her soaking hand wrapped back around his cock. She squeezed and slid her now slippery hand up and down his rock-hard shaft, getting it nice and slippery. Satisfied, she reverted to a series of long, slow strokes. "Mmmm, that's better. Isn't it so much better when you're all slick? Ursula's got the greatest natural lube in the world. Don't you think?"

Brit's manipulations were masterful. Her fingers were magic. Every couple of strokes, she'd cup his balls with her fingers and strum them gently. Her touch was exotic, electric. Perfect.

Just enough to keep him right on the edge.

"Y-y-yes," he stammered, so close he could taste it. He was going to cum. If she kept doing what she was doing for just a few seconds longer, he was a goner.

What a waste that would be.

And how embarrassing to shoot so soon.

How wonderful it would feel.

"Wait," he stammered. "Let me, oh sweet fuck. Um, Brit, let me, let me..."

He began to push his midsection into her, but Brit would have none of it. She pushed on his hip, keeping him at bay.

Brian thought he knew what these sex goddesses wanted. They needed him to take charge and they were testing him. Women like these love an aggressive male dominant, and he's got two horny subs waiting to spread their legs and open their mouths for him. They were just testing his worthiness. He was determined to prove he could dominate these gorgeous whores.

He made a move to roll on top of Brit. He levered himself between her legs so he could slide his meat into her waiting pussy and go to town.

"No, no, no," Brit said. "You don't get to do that."

Brian couldn't believe it. Were they just teasing him?

"Here," Brit said. "Let me cuddle up. I'll show you what we like."

"What you like?" Brian answered, as forcefully as he could manage. He needed to show them who was in charge. "I have exactly what you like honey. Right here." He pushed his midsection towards her in the tight space between them.

Brit chortled and flicked the head of his cock with her middle finger. "What? That? Oh honey bless your heart, goodness no. We have little interest in that puny thing. Ursy here's going to show you. Here, let me help." Brit grabbed one cheek of his ass and pulled it up and apart from the other. The cool air touched his rear opening, but he thought she was trying to turn him more towards her.

That was more like it.

"Thanks, love," Ursula said from behind. She made another one of those 'horking' sounds and gobbed another load of spit, but he couldn't see where it went.

Why had Ursula gobbed more spit into her own hand? Where was it? What was she doing back there, anyway?

Ursula was fiddling around with something behind him but Brian was too intent on maneuvering his cock towards Brit's midsection. He figured she was just playing coy to get him hot and anxious. After all, they had taken off all their clothes, right? Even if he had been near frozen, they didn't have to press their naked bodies into him, right? Especially now, when he's so obviously fully rewarmed.

Brit was still tugging upward at his ass cheek, so he felt sure she would let him inside her once he got her worked up a little more. If he was lucky, Ursula would press in, urging them on and waiting for her turn to be next. He figured these women were already feeling sexy. It was up to him to get them downright fucking horny.

He leaned down and sucked Brit's rock hard nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around and around her areola and began to suck.

"Mmmm, that's nice," Brit said. "See Ursy? He's going to be a very good boy."

"Counting on it," Ursula said. But her voice wasn't sexy. It wasn't passionate. It was firm, unyielding. "Pull harder Brit. It's going to be a tight fit."

That got Brian's attention. What was going to be a tight fit? His cock is big enough, sure, but no woman has ever complained his seven inches was too much.

Then he felt it. Between his ass cheeks. Something hard and fleshy and long and hot.

Brian released Brit's nipple and ripped his head around towards Ursula. "What's this?" Dread filled his mind as he reached back, past his hips and into Ursula's midsection. His hand found what she had so far been keeping separated from his sex.

A long, thick, fleshy pole, as stiff as a steel pipe.

A cock. But not just any cock.

A cock so huge and thick and swollen he could barely get his hand halfway around it.

Not that he wanted to.

Brian struggled to get around to look at Ursula. Brit released him just enough to let him. He craned his neck in shock to look at Ursula's face. She licked her lips and waggled the tip of her long narrow tongue at him, then snicked it back into her mouth, a sly smile creeping over her lips.

Brit cooed and wrapped her hand around Brian's ass. She pulled on him and snuggled her core into him.

Fuuuuuuuck.

Ursula wasn't the only one.

Brit's dick was easily a match for Ursula's. Now that she was free to press her core into him, he felt the full length and girth of a titanic beast.

Brit was rock hard and throbbing. Her massive meat was boiling hot. The head of her cock was bulbous and fleshy, nearly the size of an orange. It pressed into his stomach just below his rib cage like a baseball. He was sickened by the length and thickness of her massive sex organ.

Brit's colossal cock, easily double his length and triple his thickness, pressed into his own rapidly-softening member, even as Ursula pressed her massive meat into the crack of his ass.

Oh fuck. This is not good.

Brian was in trouble, hemmed in by two very large and very horny transpeople with enormous cocks as hard as steel, intent on using them. On him.

And their strength was uncanny.

Behind him, Ursula was busy. She'd dropped down his body and had positioned the fleshy head of her monster at the starfish button of Brian's ass. Her intentions were frighteningly clear.

Desperate, he tried to rotate to flat on his back. His words poured out at a mile a minute. "No! No! You can't do this. Who are you? What are you? Cross dressers? Transexuals? I'm not gay. Please, let me go, let me go. I'm not into this. I don't like cock. I must have given you the wrong impression."

Try as he might, Brian couldn't move. He couldn't rotate; he couldn't sit up. He could not budge them. The women had him. And they were sooo strong.

"Don't struggle little slut," Brit said, smiling. "Don't you see? We saved you, so that makes you ours. Our obedient little rescue pet. You get that, right? A favor for a favor. So don't struggle. We speak from experience. It's always so much easier for ass virgins if you relax and let it all just come to you."

Brit leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips but he turned away violently.

No way. "I'm not gay," Brian pleaded. "Please, you can't do this."

A hot fleshy fist pushed onto his asshole.

One thing he was sure. THAT wasn't going anywhere. Way too big for his tight unsullied hole.

Right?

"You want this," Brit said. "You may not know it yet, but you sooo want this."

"You do, oh very, very yes you do," Ursula cooed. "Welcome to your awakening, baby."

"You're so going to love it," Brit smiled.

"You're going to love US!" Ursula breathed.

"No!" Brian was shaking now, true fear piercing his heart. These trans people may be gorgeous, but they're still men and he's not...looking for that.

Brit wrapped her arms around his neck and rolled on top of him, pinning Ursula underneath. Ursula wrapped her legs around his and with a powerful grip held his arms at bay with awesome strength.

Brian was splayed out, helpless and exposed.

Brit pushed her fat, juicy lips onto his and slipped her tongue into his mouth. At first he struggled, but she was far too strong. He fought the invasion, but her tongue was long and wet and flexible and it curled around his tongue and explored all around his mouth. Brit's lips were soft and moist, and he grudgingly had to admit, (s)he was the greatest kisser he'd ever experienced.

A spectacular kisser.

Despite his earlier revulsion, Brian's cock began to grow again.

He barely noticed when Ursula released him and Brit rolled him over on top of her. Brit wrapped each of her legs around the backs of his knees and pulled his legs wide apart. Her hands went to his back, rubbing and massaging him, easing his muscles, her fingers strong and unyielding. Soon, her hands slid down to his ass, caressing and massaging his butt cheeks. No woman had ever done that while he was on top of her, and he had to admin, it felt...nice.

Brit used the incredible strength in her arms and legs to keep him completely immobile as her throbbing colossus pressed into his belly.

Just as he was realizing the vulnerable position he was in, Ursula climbed onto Brian's back. Her weight pressed him harder into Brit.

 The meat in the sandwich.

The meat between - dare he think it? - two very sexy pieces of bread.

A pair of full, moist lips appeared at his ear. "Accept it, baby. You know you want it. You know you want...us."

Brit had positioned him so his cock was pushing into her own. Her dick was so huge his own seven inches was completely absorbed within the fleshy glans of Brit's monster.

Through his cock he could feel the throbbing of the veins in Brit's fleshy flagpole, undulating around his own, enveloping his twitching meat in hot, pulsing flesh.

Why the fuck was he hard? As hard as he'd ever been in his life. So hard it hurt.

And what was that musky scent? It seemed to be coming from his two captors.

Crushed between Brit and Ursula, his legs pinned back and apart by Brit's, he had zero freedom of movement. Brit's mammoth cock pressed fully along his own, but hers was twice his size. His dick felt no give, and his glans was getting a full massage from the internal throbbing of her own meat. His ball sac draped over the lower part of Brit's steaming rod. With Ursula's weight pressing him into Brit's cock, his groin was aching. He struggled to relieve the pressure. Maybe if he could wiggle down a bit, get her dick off his balls. That would help.

Using his hips, he waggled his ass and wormed his way down Brit's body.

This had two benefits - it relieved the pressure of Brit's hard pole on his balls and it got his mouth closer to her glorious full breasts.

Brian still thought he might get something out of this.

But he hadn't seen the truth of what Brit wanted.

"I want to show him," Brit said to her sister.

"I think it's a mistake," Ursula said. "But okay. Don't take too long. I'm already horny as fuck."

But there was something else.

The head of Brian's cock came in contact with something soft and wet and pulsing. Not a cock, but...an opening. A soaking wet opening.

Brit has a vagina!

"What the..."

Brit grabbed his hair and pulled his face off of her breast to look at her. "Starting to get it?"

Brian's mouth tried to move, but nothing came out. "Wha, wha..."

"Waa, waa, waa," Brit said, her tone hurtful and mocking. "Yes. I have a cunt. Surprised? Don't get your hopes up. You don't have the keys to that particular kingdom. Certainly not yet."

"So now you know," Ursula said.

"I know what? Who are you?" Brian said.

"You mean what are we, don't you?" Brit said.

"Futanari," Ursula said. "We're blessed with the genitalia of a woman plus an...enhanced version of a man's."

"Enhanced," Brit said with a laugh. "That's one way to put it."

"That's impossible. Why have I never heard...wait, what do you mean - enhanced?"

Ursula rolled off of him and lay on her side, facing Brit and Brian. She grabbed hold of her cock with both hands and brandished it between them. Brian gasped.

"I know you're wondering," Ursula said, grinning. "So wonder no more, butt slut. It's fourteen inches long and two and a half inches thick."

"Depending on how horny she is," Brit filled in.

"Holy fuck!" Brian stared at the monster twitching and bouncing between them.

"Fuck is right," Brit said. "Exactly what I was thinking!" She rolled Brian off of her so he was laying between the sisters. Brit's hand brandished her own weapon - another fourteen-inch steel pole. It was hairless and creamy white and silky smooth, except for a series of thick blue veins running up its length that pulsed and throbbed with her heartbeat. Her scrotum lay over her thigh and spilled onto the beaver pelt. It was the size of a small grapefruit. Her balls throbbed and pulsed, each the size of lemons.

"The best part," Ursula said, "is that these weapons of mass destruction don't cum easily."

"It takes a super-tight ass to get me off," Brit added to Ursula's knowing smile.

"Or a very determined pair of hands."

"Deep throating's pretty good too."

"We can pretty much stay hard, like forever," Ursula said, a lilt to her voice.

"And we have almost no limit to cumming."

Ursula lifted her ball sac with one hand. "With these cum factories, we can fill you up and keep on going."

"And going and going and going."

A wave of nausea roiled up his throat.

"I'm not, uh, I'm not..."

"Gay? Is that what you're telling us? You're not gay?" Ursula said, laughing. She leaned over his shoulder. "We're not either, fuck nuts. We're...what are we Brit?"

"We're everything," the gorgeous blonde said. "Now relax, honey. Let us warm you. It's okay, we don't bite."

"Not unless you want us to," Ursula said, her tone serious.

Brit released him, tossed the beaver rug off her body, and stood. She stepped over to the fireplace and tossed several more pieces of wood onto the fire. Immediately it sparked up and began to roar again.

Despite his built-in aversion to being close to any cock except his own, he admired her magnificent body. Incredibly long legs, tiny athletic waist, full firm round bum. Thick masses of white hair cascaded to her ass. She was a stunner. In any other scenario, he'd be in heaven.

But this?

Until this moment, he hadn't realized how tall she is. Brit had to be - what? Six-foot-six in bare feet?

She turned to face Brian. Her proportions were perfect, leaning heavily on the voluptuous side, but with a six pack that betrayed her extreme fitness. Her massive firm round breasts were perfect and gorgeous, each a double handful or more. But on her tall athletic frame, the enormity of her tits was somehow perfectly in proportion.

The elephant in the room - her thick rigid cock - pointed straight out, parallel to the floor. It was rock hard and bouncing. Smiling, she reached with one hand under her rod and lifted it to her chest. With the other hand, she cupped her massive ball sack and lifted it high. Below was her perfect pulsing pink pussy. Movement caught his eye. Her pussy lips were undulating like a mouth and she was dripping. A wet puddle was collecting between her feet.

Brit was horny as fuck.

Two ways.

Brian was sweating and it wasn't from the heat of the fire. This was not happening. Women - people, bisexuals, whatever they were - Futanari?. People like this don't exist. Do they?

When Brit had exposed her cunt to him, a powerful musky scent swept over him, fogging his brain.

Despite the massive cock pointed directly at Brian, despite that fact he considered himself a man's man in every way, despite the fact that he prided himself on being exactly what every woman wanted in a man...

...considering all of that, he could not take his eyes off of Brit's bouncing cock. The blood returned to his comparatively meager shaft and it began to grow.

And grow.

And grow.

It grew until it was so hard it hurt.

He could not take his eyes off of Brit's monster.

Still, this wasn't right. Maybe he could still take care of business in...his own way.

"Look, I um, don't you have a bed I can sleep in? At least until morning?"

"Silly boy," Brit said. "The storm is blowing out there. This is where the fire is. It's too cold anywhere else. We have to cuddle to stay warm. So no. You're staying right here." She lowered herself to her knees and lifted the beaver skin blanket. "Incoming."

Brit slid up against him, pushing the length of her steel pipe against his torso.

Once again Brian was sandwiched between two of the most beautiful women he'd ever laid eyes on. Everything about them was extreme.

Extreme beauty.

Enormous full round breasts.

Thick massive waist-length hair.

Long lean powerful legs that could wrap themselves around him like a boa constrictor.

Pulsing, seething vaginas that looked like they could eat his cock for breakfast.

Monstrous cocks, that dwarfed his own.

Brit was cuddled into his front.

Ursula pressed into his back.

This time, the Futa girls didn't keep their cocks at bay. Ursula pressed hers into the crack of his ass, and she had begun to slide it up and down. Brit's cock pushed into his own, but his wasn't even close to a match. Her ball sack was as big across as his cock was long. It nearly absorbed his own dick, pitiful by comparison.

The Futa girls began to caress and massage his body in earnest, leading with their monster dicks. Ursula swished her hands around his buttocks, kissing his back and squeezing his ass cheeks and tapping his opening with two fingers. Brit reached down to stroke his cock, and hers too, while sliding one of her feet up and down his legs, caressing and squeezing his muscles with her toes at every turn.

Brian was rock hard and throbbing.

What was happening to him?

Hours ago he was lost in a blizzard. Now he's buried under inches-thick beaver pelts in front of a roaring fire being seduced by two gorgeous horny - Futas.

Brian felt Ursula's fingers caress the opening of his ass. "Wha, wha, what are you doing back there?" Brian was afraid he of the answer he was sure was coming.

Ursula kissed his ear. "Have you ever been told you have a gorgeous ass?"

"What? Uh, no, no of course not."

"Not even by your wife?"

"No! Why would she?"

Ursula's tongue clucked. "Do you know what I see when I look at your butt?"

Fuck. This was not happening. "What? What do you see, Ursula?"

The Futa behind him pushed her mid-section into him, framing her cock in his ass cheeks. "I see sex. Pure, hot, wet, penetrative sex. I see throbbing, stroking, grasping, clenching, molten sex."

This was crazy. He'd never had anything inside there before, not even by a doctor, and he was not about to start now. He'd heard rumours of Futa girls, but he never imagined...this.

Brit pressed into him. She slid her cock up and down his body. His cock was trapped between them. The undulations on his glans from hers felt - oh fuck he had to admit it. It felt nice.

Really nice.

He'd never imagined that having a cock slide along him would be...sexy.

Whoa.

Without warning, one of Ursula's fingers slipped into his ass, sliding up to her third knuckle. Over his shoulder she cooed. "You have a gorgeous ass, baby. Your ass is so fucking sexy. So firm and round. I want it. I want it bad. I have GOT to get in there. Brit, honey. Be a dear and grab the lube in the drawer there."

"Coming right up, baby."

"Wait" Brian said. "Lube? You're not thinking doing - that - are you? I'm not gay. I don't like cock. I'm a pussy lover through and through."

"Me too!" Brit said. "See? We've got something in common!"

Behind him, Ursula was busily squirting gobs and gobs of lube on her monstrous cock and was stroking it up and down its length, getting it completely slick. "Easy does it, now," she said. "Stop struggling, this is happening. Don't be a baby."

"You are SO going to love this," Brit said, covering his face and neck with a dozen little kisses.

"No! It's not happening! I do NOT give my consent." Brian was panicking now, realizing that with the strength of these strange Futa creatures, his fate was in their hands. He was in deep trouble and he knew it.

"Happening," Ursula said.

Brian desperately wondered what he'd stumbled into.

The soft pressure on his sphincter increased. Relentlessly, Ursula pushed forward. Brit steadied him from the front, leaving him no escape. With her hands, she spread his ass cheeks apart.

"I love taking ass virgins," Ursula said. "You think you hate this, don't you? But you'll learn to love it. It may take a couple of days, but we'll break you."

"You-you-you're going to b--b-break me?" It sounded horrible, like training a wild stallion.

"Of course. It's what we do. The counselors always send us their toughest cases."

Brian's ass clenched hard.

"Fuck!" Ursula said. "Brit, let's get him up. He's being stubborn. I wanna drill him."

"It really would be easier on you if you just let us," Brit said softly.

"Let you? What? Let you what?"

"Why fuck you, of course." Brit grabbed the fourteen-inch steel pole between her legs and waved it back and forth. "This baby needs a home. And I know I speak for my sister when I say we really, really, really need to fuck."

"Jesus!" Brian turned his head. When he saw the mighty pole between Ursula's legs, pushing straight at him, he nearly fainted. Her cock was as big as his forearm. Fist included.

"You can't be serious! You can't get that, that, that thing inside me."

Ursula laughed again. "Can, and will! Believe it or not, we've done this before. Lots and lots and lots of times, on asses far smaller than yours. Trust me when I say I'm going balls deep inside that spectacular man ass of yours baby."

"And you're really going to love it," Brit smiled. "You'll see."

Speaking of balls, Ursula's ball sac hung pendulously below her massive member. It was the size of a softball.

"That's not the only place it's going," Brit giggled.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

Ursula reached to his chest and held the edge of her hand just below his rib cage. "Should go to about here."

His dread soared. "What should go there?"

Ursula smiled sweetly and shook her head as if speaking to a child. She put both hands around her massive cock and gave it a couple of slow, sensuous strokes along its lubricated slick length. "Why this, of course. After we've trained you to deep throat us. But don't worry. We won't make you swallow us all the way until you ask for it."

"Ask for it? You can't be serious."

"Trust us," Brit said. "You'll be begging to swallow Futa cock before you know it."

"Many men have misgivings, at first," Ursula said. "But we've never met a man who wasn't addicted to Futa cock after we were done with him."

"Our cum IS kind of addictive," Brit said.

The blood rushed to Brian's head as the realization dawned on him.

They're serious.

Brian again tried to sit up. With all his strength he pushed against the dick-woman behind him. But four hands held him in an iron grip. Their strength was uncanny. He wasn't going anywhere. "Let go of me! I'm not gay. I don't like cock. I'll never like it. Let me go!"

"Settle down!" Ursula said. She was used to being obeyed. Her words would have stopped a platoon in full march. "This is happening. Come on, Brit, I'll get him into beginner position and you entice his mouth."

Brit grinned. "Yummy. Lemme at him."

"Just go with it," Ursula said. "What's the harm? No-one will ever know if you don't want them to. We can promise you ecstasy beyond belief, if only you'll submit to us."

"Ecstasy?"

"If you don't do this, you'll always wonder. Ten years from now, twenty years, you'll be kicking yourself. Why didn't I just go with it?"

Despite his fear, despite his knowing he was probably powerless to stop these women from raping him, a tiny part of Brian's mind was...curious. Of course he's not gay. He's never had even a thought of sex with men.

There was that musky scent again.

A part of him understood Ursula's logic. Missed chances, never to be repeated.

His life story was full of missed chances.

And these gorgeous creatures weren't men. They were more woman than man. And what women!

Here he was, in a remote cabin, snowed in.

No escape anyway, right?

Once the storm clears he'll be on his way. Right?

And no-one would ever know that Big Brian Cook had spent a dirty weekend worshipping girl dick.

Ursula grabbed Brian's hips from behind and yanked him into an all-fours position on his hands and knees, pointing his ass at the fireplace. Brit had swung around to his head and wrapped her thighs around his neck while Ursula positioned herself behind Brian, her hands gripping his hips like iron. Her legs lay across Brian's ankles, holding them down. Pinned at neck, hips and legs by his two attackers who each appeared far stronger than him, he was powerless to resist.

Between Brit's thighs, Brian was confronted with her monstrous girl cock, rock hard and bouncing. Fourteen inches of throbbing girl meat. Her thick blue veins were pulsing and fully engorged. Below the steel rod, her swollen balls swayed with a life of their own.

"Hello breakfast," Brit said playfully.

"Are you sure I'm going to like this?" He was whimpering now.

Ursula slid her cock up and down his crack, massaging his opening, stopping periodically to press her glans into him.

"Fuck," he thought. "That felt nice."

He took a deep breath. That musky scent coming from Brit's pussy was intoxicating. He'd never have another opportunity to try anything like this. And after all, who would know?

Ursula noticed the change. His ass was pointed up at her. It was accepting her touch. The hot tendrils of their Futa pheromones were slipping around his brain.

He was responding to her caresses. He appeared to settle into her big throbbing dick sliding along his sphincter.

Ursula knew that always does it. "Brit, I ran out of ass lube. There's more, right there in the little drawer by the side table."

Still holding his neck between her thighs, the younger sister leaned back and slid the drawer open with one hand. Retrieving the plastic bottle, she tossed it over Brian's body. Ursula let go of Brian's hips and caught the bottle with one hand. "Hold on to him, sister. I'm about to go to town on this ass and I wanna be slicker 'n snot."

"Are you sure I'll like this?" Brian said, his voice quaking. "I've never, I'm not, you know...". To his rear were the gooey sounds of Ursula's hands working the thick gobs of lube into her monster.

Ursula paused, the bulbous head of her huge cock poised at his entrance. She rested her elbows on his lower back and looked at Brit. Their eyes locked.

The two sisters understood the gravity of this moment. Brian's protests had excited the sisters. Motivated them even. His screams of denial, his pleadings to them not to fuck his ass with their massive iron poles, this turned them on, made them horny beyond belief. But this? Did he want it? Were they reading the submissive signs correctly?

Ursula knew they weren't evil. They're just horny Futa with gigantic cocks that need constant relief.

Fuck it.

Ursula lined herself up and pressed her cock into his ass crack. Her grip tightened on his hips. She began to push harder.

"Ohh, no, no, it's too much, too big. You can't possibly think..."

"So much pleasure, just waiting for you baby," Brit cooed.

"Come on, man slut," Ursula coaxed. "I'm slick, I'm dripping, and I'm ready. And so are you. I'm coming in. Just tell me to stop."

Brit licked the top of his head. "You can stop her any time."

"Any time," Ursula said, breathlessly. "But you don't want me to stop, do you?"

Brian was dizzy. It must be the pheromones. Or the raw sexuality of all this incredible sexual stimulation.

This was insane. He wasn't gay. He didn't like dick.

His dick was rock hard and pulsing.

Brian shook his head.

Ursula sighed. "Mmmm. Good boy. Excellent choice baby. Balls deep, here we go. Nice and slick."

Brian felt an incredible pressure on his anus. He thought he was going to be pushed inside out. There was no way, no way at all...

And then, Ursula's bulbous fleshy head popped in. Brian yelped. A little girly yelp.

She was in his ass.

Incredibly.

"Ahhhhhhh!" he screamed. "It hurts! Take it out! Take it out!"

"Hang in there," Brit said in his ear while tightening her long silky thighs around his neck. "No stopping now. You're getting fucked, right here, right now. You can't stop it and I promise you're going to love it."

Brian craned his head up to look into Brit's face. She seemed more sympathetic. She had more empathy than her more aggressive sister behind him. Right?

A bit of drool escaped Brit's lips as she slowly pumped her cock. 

"Uuuuugh," Brian screamed at Ursula. "You're too big. Take it out. Please."

"Take it out, take it out," Ursula said in a high mocking voice. She continued to push.

"You must be all the way in by now," he cried. His ass had never been touched, not even medically. He felt completely full, as if her monstrous cock was about to fill his ball sack.

"Funny boy," Ursula said, her voice filled with malice. "I'm only two inches in."

"TWO?"

"A whole foot to go. Come on, let's get this party rolling!"

Ursula's fingers dug into Brian's hips. Brit pulled him lower, pointing his ass straight up as Ursula drove forward, sliding deeper into his forbidden cavity.

"Ahhhhhh!" Brian screamed, his entire midsection was on fire. Why, he lamented, why didn't I just die in that pond?

Worse, why did he say 'yes' to this?

"That's enough wimping out," Ursula voice came from his rear. He felt his ass raising even further as Ursula appeared to be changing position. Looking past his crotch to the rear, all he could see was Ursula's feet. She was standing, bearing down on his cock with everything she had.

With both hands she was working more lube onto the ten inches of hard cock still exposed to the air.

Ursula looked down on the virgin ass she was defiling. She usually got soft white boys with round juicy asses. This one was different. This was a real man, and she was so looking forward to breaking him.

"Here we go!" She bore down, her massive weapon sliding ever so slowly into his opening. She was so fucking horny now she couldn't stop if the roof fell in. Men's asses are always tight for her, they weren't designed for fourteen-inch steel poles, but she was going to get him there.

He screamed again. Ursula looked up, her eyes meeting Brit's. Her younger sister winked and licked her lips, and Ursula knew what she was about to do.

Ursula revelled in the sight of her mighty shaft stretching Brian's asshole into the size of an exhaust pipe. She was confident this guy would be her bitch by tomorrow. Centimeter by centimeter with the speed of a snail, her huge slippery member sank into him, taking him, owning him, plundering his ass like she owned it. And soon she would. She took it slow; Ursula wanted to prolong this moment. She absolutely did not want to cum until she was balls deep inside him and had worked him with at least a few long strokes. He was incredibly tight, and that made her journey difficult, but oh so rewarding.

Ursula loved these first moments of the break. She's broken scores of boys. But those nineteen- and twenty-year-old sissies had been easy. They came to the sisters voluntarily for conditioning. But this strong, muscular man. He was different. Breaking him would be far more satisfying.

Brit tightened her legs around his neck, drawing him closer to her sex. He resisted with everything he had. His strength was impressive, not like all these beautiful sissy boys she usually gets. Those boys make her horny as fuck, to be sure. When she stares at a soft round ass she and her sister have conquered, all reason leaves her and she simply has to attack and drive her cock deep into his tunnel.

But this one was different. Delivered to Brit and her sister by the Fates, he was a reluctant gift to be turned, transformed, to be plundered, to be used, to be broken and fucked and fucked and fucked until he become addicted to Futa cock and then...

...maybe they'll gift wrap him and send him to Cabin 2, where a dozen Futas can have him as a pet.

Or maybe not.

Brit had a drool problem when she was horny, and right now the spit was streaming out of her lips.

She grabbed her massive rod in one hand and pulled it up to her stomach. He wasn't ready to be spit roasted - that would come soon enough. She loved the breaking-in process and she wanted to savour it for as long as possible.

Now that Ursula was partway inside him, Brit put her feet on his lower back.

With her powerful legs, she drew his head down, down, down to her crotch.

He struggled, he squirmed, he shook his head violently. "I can't suck that!" he screamed.

Brit picked up her ball sac and dropped it on top of his head. Her arrow-straight steel rod pointed straight back. Then she drew his mouth to her other womanhood.

Brian had eaten a lot of pussy in his time. His wife Sarah had a gorgeous soft pussy he loves to suck on. His biggest turn on was to make her cum just with his mouth. She idolized him for it.

In the pussy department, Brit was a lot like Sarah. Except there was more of Brit. Fleshier, wetter, and way more responsive.

Like a pair of lips, Brit's core reached out to his tongue and latched on and pulled it...inside?

He tried to pull out. But couldn't.

Ursula licked her lips and rocked her hips back and forth. The first is always the slowest, she reminded herself. Relentlessly, she fed him more of her meat. Centimeter by centimetre her rigid pole disappeared into his cavity. She loved the sight and feel of his ass swallowing her sword, triggering thousands of nerve endings up and down her shaft.

Deeper. Deeper. Her massive rod was magically disappearing.

His ass was desperately trying to push her out. The fight was driving her wild with lust. Halfway in, she decided to mix it up. There's lots of different ways to break in a man. Even a big strapping male like this one.

Ursula upended the bottle of lube on her shaft. Out five centimeters. Lube up. In seven centimeters. Out five, in seven. Out five, in seven.

When her glans reached his prostate, she had to gird herself not to cum. Her heart was beating nearly out of her chest. Lust clouded her vision. His ass was so fucking sexy. The sexiest ass she'd ever taken. She would own this ass. It would be hers. She needed that ass in her bed. She could fuck this ass for days.

Maybe she'll keep this one for herself. This ass was bigger, stronger, tighter than anything she'd ever sampled.

Fuck it. It's time to conquer him. Completely. Make him want my cock as much as I want his ass.

She moved up, hooked her ankles around his upright thighs, and lay across his back between Brit's feet.

With one monumental stroke, she shoved forward, slamming her slick monster home. Her balls swung between his legs, and they were rock hard, filled to bursting, ready to pump him full of hot, addictive Futanari cum.

Brit's sex was on fire. The man's face was buried inside her cunt; her pussy lips had grabbed onto his tongue and sucked it deep inside. His lips were swirling around her clit. She used the glorious muscles inside her magic pussy to force his tongue up into her G-spot. He needed coaching; his technique was all off. But with her hands on his head and her grasping cunt pulling his face deep inside of her, she was getting what she needed.

Brit was so horny by now she couldn't see straight, couldn't think, couldn't speak. All she could do was rut his face into her hot sticky cunt. She was close. Oh lord she was close. She saw that Ursula was draped over his back. She'd finally gone balls deep, thrusting her core in and out, humping the shit out of him. Ursula's face was a mask of lust and depravity. She was completely out of control.

Brian had given his permission for this, but he was shocked at how quickly these Futa had conquered him. His tongue was being pulled out of its root. The fleshy lips had enveloped his own; his nose pressed into her clit; his breathing labored. His ass was oh so full and hurting like fucking hell. Well, it was hurting a tiny bit less than before, if truth be told.

Brian felt Ursula's venomous cock push his prostate aside. She was stroking him now, and with every stroke, the head of her steaming rod massaged his cum factory. As the shaft pushed ever deeper, the thick veins on her dick caressed his prostate. It actually felt - interesting. Oh my God! Brian thought. What's going on back there? That felt soooo fucking good!! He barely noticed his own dick was rock hard and throbbing.

Ursula had the rhythm now. The man's ass was slick and stretched, and he was taking every inch of her. She pulled out halfway, then drove back in. Three-quarters out, all the way in. The familiar pattern.

And then, his ass came back to meet her on the instroke.

Got him!!!

Her girl dick was so fucking hard, but she was nowhere close to cumming. Her endurance was legendary among their Futa sect. Still, every stroke was magical. Her monster was festooned with nerve endings, thousands and thousands of them, and each one sent lusty ecstatic pulses of sheer joy to her brain.

She began to stroke him harder. And harder. And harder.

Full strokes now. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Hard. Harder. Faster now, ramming his ass. Every thrust to the root, balls to his ass, her cock a frenzy, sawing in and out of him, aiming her head at his prostate.

The man was mewling. With every thrust a little girly sound emitted from his lips. High-pitched little girly mewling. She knew he was loving this. She was conquering his virgin ass and he was loving it. His core was stroking her, back and forth in time to her thrusts. Soon his girly mewling turned more guttural. Grunts of 'Uh', 'Uh', "Uh', 'Uh', 'Uh', "Uh', 'Uh', 'Uh', "Uh'.

She slapped his ass. "Are you loving this? Huh? Answer me slut boy!"

Brit's pussy released him so he could answer.

"Y-y-yesss," came the stunned reply.

"Not good enough! Convince me." Ursula slammed her pole deep into him and slapped his ass with a resounding 'CRACK'.

"Yes!" he screamed.

"Do you love it when I fuck you?"

"Yes! Please fuck me!"

"Mistress."

"Wh-what?"

Ursula pulled out entirely, leaving a gaping hole in his ass. "Address me as Mistress. If you address me and my sister as Mistress, I'll make you cum so long, so fucking hard you'll pass out. Do you want that?"

"Y-yes. I want that."

She slapped his ass again. Hard. "Y-yes what?"

"Y-yes, Mistress."

"Good boy." Ursula jammed her monster girl meat back into his now-eager ass and slammed it home.

Brit pulled his lips back to her clit. Her sex was on fire. She was close, so fucking close. She hadn't had a good pussy cum in soooo long. Sooo fucking long. Her body was so full of built-up pussy juice she was desperate to spew it out.

Her grip on his head strengthened to manic levels. She scraped his face all over her snatch, in and out, up and down, around and around, rubbing, pushing, sliding, circling his mouth, his nose, his tongue into her.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuck.

And then...mayhem.

Brit's thighs tightened around his neck, nearly embedding his face inside her enormous pussy. The pussy flesh that had trapped his mouth exploded as a violent orgasm swept over her body. A hot gush of sweet syrupy femcum coursed out of her cunt, flooding his mouth and surging down his throat. Her legs kept his lips fully sealed around her pussy; not a drop of her precious femcum was wasted. She locked her ankles together, tightening her thighs around his head so fucking hard. Gush after gush after gush of her precious, addictive pussy juice blasted into his mouth, while she used her thighs to rut her cunt into his face, driving her mad with orgasmic fury.

Brit's mighty rod was not to be neglected. With her pussy a raging, cumming inferno, it didn't take much. Brit grabbed her cock with two hands, greasy from lube, and dug the pads of her fingers deep into her glans with one hand while the other furious rubbed and massaged her thick, pulsing cock veins.

It took no time at all. Brit screamed. Her cock exploded. Her massive balls contracted like a neutron star, pumping gushes of hot white cum up her shaft and jetting into the air, spraying the heavy log wall ten feet away and twenty feet up. Her hands furiously squeezed and rubbed up and down her shaft, hosing down the wall and sending her to heaven.

Brian wasn't getting any air. He was going to pass out. He knew it. Only the manner of his fall had yet to be determined. Suffocation, drowning, or choking. The only thing that kept him conscious was the deep pounding in his ass.

Of course this wasn't the only thing keeping him conscious. His dick was so hard, so fucking on fire. He was so ready to cum. No, he was desperate to cum.

Ursula drove deeper and deeper into Brian's increasingly slippery tunnel. He was her whore, her fuck slut, good for nothing except a royal pounding, and he was taking it all. His sudden acquiescence drove her mad with pure lust; her pole jammed in and out of him like a piston. Ursula can fuck for hours without cumming if she wants to, hours of smashing into a soft ass, but this ass was different. Harder, tougher.

Tighter.

It must be his muscular body.

She pulled out, all the way out to gauge his reaction. When his ass came back to meet her, she knew. He would be her slut. She lined herself up, got back on her knees, and plowed into that male ass, balls to the wall, delighting in the girly cry she jerked out of him. She swayed her hips side to side to give her even more feeling, more rush, then let out an animal scream and began to pound him. Full-length strokes, rapid fire, beating his ass to a pulp. With every outstroke, a powerful slap on the ass, hard enough to make him raw. On and on she abused him, tireless in her sawing in and out of that supposedly unconquerable ass.

And then, knowing she was ready, knowing the force that was coming, Ursula wrapped her lower legs around his thighs, locking her to him. With a final violent slam into his virgin ass, her enormous ball sac draped between his legs, she let herself go. Her cock expanded inside him like a massive water balloon - and burst. Draped as she was over his back, she screamed into his ear as her orgasm blew up like an atomic bomb, blasting a thick load of heavy cream out of her balls and rocketed up straight through her shaft. His ass exploded with a boiling flood of thick, creamy Futa cum, filling his insides and coating everything like an industrial paint sprayer. The force of her blast would have driven her cock out of his virgin ass like a cannon, but Ursula's powerful legs were holding onto his thighs with everything she had, keeping her cock buried to the hilt so that her rocket-propelled jizz stayed deep inside his body.

Brian was shocked at the power of Ursula's first jet spray. He felt his insides give way, making room for his Mistress' enormous femcum spout.

Ursula continued to spasm into him. Her cum was super slippery, easing the passage of her cock halfway out and back in time for the next spurt, driving her orgasm with greater fury and satisfaction, massaging his prostate, driving her dick harder and harder and harder.

But her first set of spurts was just a baby. Her cock spewed a second series of gushes, spraying his insides like a firehose, filling him up with her thick, slippery cum.

Ursula knew the secret to breaking this man was pain and pleasure combined.

She pulled out to halfway in get her cock on his prostate to magnify their pleasure. She slid her orgasmic glans back and forth along his sperm factory, magnifying her own pleasure tenfold, driving her wild with lust. Then she pulled back slightly and hosed him yet again, but this time she jetted a huge burst of hot cum straight into his prostate. She became an unearthly spasming machine. Her reservoir of cum was vast. Her Futa genes gave her access to multiple orgasms, strung almost endlessly together. Knowing she had another orgasm just around the corner, and then another, and another, this made her so horny she was in another world entirely. Her glans was getting a workout, the inside of this man's ass perfectly built for her massive organ, his prostate perfectly sized and oriented to press deeply into her orgasmic zone, magnifying the intensity of her orgasm to levels she had never thought possible.

Brian's dick was rock hard from the double assault. All the pain was gone, and he was loving Brit's sweet pussy. Her pussy cum tasted like thick chocolate. It made him faint with greed and lust. Even his ass was feeling joy. And when Ursula's cock blasted a thick, hot spray of cum right onto his prostate, he screamed in ecstasy. So much pleasure, such an incredible feeling of electric joy. The force of Ursula's blast drove his face harder into Brit's cunt. His cock exploded, spewing his own thick creamy load all over the beaver skin. With every stroke of Ursula's cock across his prostate, his dick pumped out another spurt. Ursula must have sensed his pleasure, because she pulled back and hosed down his prostate again. And again. And again.

Brian nearly fainted with sheer ecstatic pleasure. Never had he had an orgasm like this. On and on and on he came, spewing in cadence with Ursula's mighty sprays into his prostate. She seemed to have an endless reservoir of hot creamy cum and she knew exactly how to keep him cumming and cumming and cumming.

His orgasm, usually ten or fifteen seconds long, drained him for more than a minute. Maybe two. Time had lost all meaning.

It was a life changing experience.

If only he knew at that moment just how life changing.

Ursula could barely see straight through a thick cloud of lust. "So much for soft beautiful boys. Give me a real man's ass every time. This was turning out to be the most intense orgasm she'd ever had.

Ursula was still rock hard. She resumed the pace, pushing her massive cock back into his ass, over and over and over, grazing his prostate as she continued to stroke him. Her cum had made her passage slick and creamy, far more slippery than any bottled ass lube.

She was dimly aware that Brit was cumming too. Her sister's face was a mask of contortion, and ever the drooler, her face and tits were soaking wet. Ursula loved the sight of her sister's cock jetting cum over her head and into the dark rear of the cabin.

Brian's body felt abused and destroyed. The sisters seemed to have timed their orgasms to get him a double-ender. Brit's pussy femcum gushed down his throat just as Ursula's cock sprayed spurt after ropey spurt of hot creamy cum deep inside his core. Both of them were screaming, both of them were frantically horny and rutting their bodies into both of his holes.

Ursula's steel pipe had stretched his insides in ways he never thought possible. How did she get that massive trunk of muscle into his ass? It had hurt so much. At first. So very much he thought he'd pass out from the pain. Worse, she was intent on stroking him, every pull out a massive relief, but followed by another thrust in that made him see stars.

But now that her cum had sprayed a half dozen times, coating everything inside him with her slick hot juice, his pain had completely disappeared. In fact, Ursula's hot creamy cum had warmed him nicely and now he craved every one of those spurts as if it were life itself.

He found himself driving his hips back to meet the blonde's thrusts. Ursula was still hard, never softening, her Futa physiology apparently serving her well. She was working his ass with more technique now. Halfway out, then push in, out then in. He realized the head of her pipe bomb was again sliding along his prostate.

And he liked that.

He really liked it.

Brit's pussy cum had somehow made the pain fade away, while Ursula continued to work her piston like a magician. Like she knew the effect it would have on him.

Brit had nearly fainted in pure ecstasy. The man's mouth had been perfect for her pussy. Exactly what she needed. His tongue, his lips, together they drove her into the wildest pussy orgasm she'd ever had. On and on and on she had cum, and it drove her wild with lust. Her pussy pleasure center had never been this high before. Not ever.

She resolved to get a LOT more of those.

 "Brit!" Ursula shouted. "Brit! Are you with me?"

Dimly, Brit became aware that her sister wanted her attention. She let go of her cock and brushed away a heavy lock of blonde hair to gaze in the direction of her sister. Her vision was clouded from the intensity of her orgasm and her body was still in high lust.

"What?" was all she could manage between gasps.

"He's about to cum again. Give him a good one. I want him begging for more. Go on, get 'im."

Instantly Brit released the man's head from between her thighs, rotated her body and slid underneath him. His cock was rock hard and throbbing. Brit saw that Ursula was halfway out of him, massaging his prostate with the head of her cock. She grabbed the hair on top of his head and pulled it up so she could get a look at him.

His face, once a mask of agony, was still contorted. Still not normal. But she knew that face. She's seen it a hundred times.

She knew: this was the moment. This was the point at which the virgin realizes what he's been missing all this time. Oh, he's not broken, not by a long shot. A hetero man is only broken when he begs to serve, begs to be fully used, his primary purpose in life to be a Futanari cum receptacle. Only when he realizes his sole purpose in life is to deliver ecstasy to her mistresses, will he truly be broken.

He's had the pain.

He's had a taste of pleasure.

Now to drive him over the edge.

Brit worked her way down and swallowed his cock. It was no problem at all for her. If she could deep throat her sister 'til Ursula's balls hung off her chin, she could own his man's seven-inch hot dog, no problem. Brit prided herself in her skills. She considered herself a master cock sucker. She'd given a thousand blowjobs and she prided herself on her incredible technique.

Brian's pleasure centers went on overdrive when the blonde took his cock her mouth. Ursula's cock had miraculously turned his ass from a pain center to a massive pleasure point. He was still way too full, but there was great pleasure buried in there, and it was only beginning to realize its potential.

But Brit's mouth was a magical ride to the stars. She'd absorbed the entire shaft and sucked the head of his dick down her throat in one hot motion. His wife never ever come even close to doing that. Brit even managed to suck his balls between her lips. Her tongue was on overdrive, slipping and sliding over his glans then down to curl around his balls. Her lips pursed and squeezed, her throat working his meat in swallowing motions designed to massage him and drive him wild.

In a coordinated attack, Ursula shoved her cock into his prostate just as Brit squeezed the flat of her tongue onto his orgasmic glans. He screamed and came like a rocket ship.

Brian had never had such an orgasm. It was like his whole body was cumming. It started like hot embers in his core and spread outward like a wildfire, exploding throughout his brain and his body like an atomic blast. The mushroom cloud of ecstasy inside his body blew his mind, blasting his nerve centers to smithereens. His cock was on fire, spasming and pumping uncontrollably, triggering every nerve in his body to literally orgasm in tune, driven outward from his massaged prostate and flooding his arms and legs and hands and feet into convulsive spasms.

Writhing and squirming like a fish on a hook, Brian's body, speared on Ursula's massive member, was helplessly out of control. He thrashed on the Nordic Futanari goddess cock in mindless, utter ecstasy.

Brit stayed with him all the way, swallowing his dick to the back of her throat, using her tongue and her throat to work every nerve in his dick to overdrive.

Spurt after spurt after spurt of his creamy cum hosed down Brit's throat, but she took it all, her lips never breaking their seal around his throbbing shaft.

Such an orgasm can only be delivered by two coordinated Futa. Ten times the power of any orgasm he'd ever had, Brian's brain couldn't handle the endorphin load. He passed out.

Brit loved sucking him off. That much was obvious, because she was so good at it. She released his cock and let it slurp out of her mouth. She pulled herself out from beneath his limp body and crawled behind him. She tapped her sister on the shoulder. Ursula looked up, annoyed, and tried to ignore her sister. But Brit kept at her.

Fair is fair, Ursula finally acknowledged. She pulled out of Brian's ass. The head of her cock was dripping streams of her Futa cream. Brian's body collapsed onto the thick, soft skin blanket, utterly spent.

But Brit's fourteen-inch girl meat was still harder than steel. She was just getting started.

"I think he liked that," Ursula said. "Nice job on his dick, baby."

Brit gushed at the compliment and gestured at Ursula's still-bouncing rod. "Thanks. Maybe it's time he learned to like the mouthfeel of a real cock."

"Think he's ready for this?" Ursula said, brandishing her weapon in both hands.

"He's comatose. He came like a fire hose. Twice. I think he liked it. Come on, sister, let's break this pony and fuck him to next Tuesday."

Ursula's eyes lit up with desire. "YES!"

"Make him taste your steel."

"He will!"

"Ursy, I wanna see your balls hanging down his chin while I ram his ass! In a few days, after he's fully broken, we'll feed him to Cabin 2. Let that pack of horny whores go wild on him for a week. If there's anything left after that, maybe we'll take him in as a pet."

"FUCK!" Ursula roared, blinded with lust. Her hairless fourteen-inch iron pole was ramrod straight. Several thick blue veins running up its length pulsed and throbbed in tune with her heartbeat. She knee-walked around to the head of the near-comatose man who was laying on the beaver skin.

Brit delivered an earth-shattered SLAP! to Brian's bare ass. Blissful in post-orgasmic sleep, he screamed in pain and rolled into the fetal position.

"Fuck that!" Brit said to the prone figure. "We're just getting started baby boy. Your man ass is mine now."

"Put 'im back into beginner position, Brit."

Brit grabbed his hips and hauled him back to all fours. A small flood of cum poured out of his ass, but there was still plenty of Ursula's natural lubrication deep inside. A soft girly whimper escaped his lips as he tried to crawl away, but Ursula was waiting for him. She put the bulbous head of her bat, soaking with precum, onto the man's lips. His mouth was still coated with Brit's femcum and the sight of his mouth glistening with her sister's seed excited Ursula even more.

The Futa had not told the man their cum is fiendishly addictive to men. The sisters' Futa scent had bent his mind. But their cum is a thousand times more powerful.

Once tasted, Futa cum can drive men insane with lust. A Futa's cum is genetically engineered to replicate her victim's most addictive flavor. In sufficient quantities, Futa cum can eventually alter a man's DNA and make him physically addicted to his Mistress. It's more powerful than heroine.

Brian had welcomed sleep after being so thorough fucked and cumming twice, each orgasm ten times harder than he'd ever imagined possible. He was barely conscious when he found himself confronted with the head of Ursula's monster girl dick.

Oh fuck, no. They don't want me to suck on that. Do they?

The fleshy head of the woman's cock brushed his lips and stayed there. Her cock was dripping, soaked slick with pre-cum. Ursula swished the head of her monster across his lips, coating them with her juices. And holy fuck, he'd never tasted anything so wonderful. Like a rare steak and chocolate together, her dick tasted incredible.

She pushed again, forcing a bit of her dick drool oozing between his lips. His lips slipped around the head of Ursula's cock.

The issue from Ursula's cock was thicker and richer than chocolate. It was unbelievable. Brian loves chocolate. He brings cases of it to camp. He's never without a supply. So it was incredible that Ursula's cum tastes like the creamiest, most luxurious chocolate ganache he'd ever had the pleasure to suck on.

What a coincidence!

Brit was pushing the head of her own girl dick against his ass.

He was trapped between them but with the taste of Ursula's cum being so wonderful, maybe he could just give her a little of what she wanted. If he was skilled enough, perhaps he could convince her to pump a little of her liquid chocolate into his mouth?

"Open your mouth slut," Ursula commanded.

Brit's fleshy head pushed at his starfish.

There was a knock on the door.