"Ahhh!" Brit screamed. "That's it! You've got it! Keep stroking baby. Keep stroking!"
Below her cock, Brit's pussy was on fire. Not a monster like her dick, Brit's cunt was a perfect fit for Brian's seven-inch rod. But Brit had a pussy with a difference.
Her Futa body secreted a warm thick goo all over Brian's cock, numbing it, keeping it hard for her pleasure, allowing her to squeeeeeeeze and slam and bend and abuse it to get every nerve ending inside her seething tunnel firing on all cylinders.
Brian's body was under full assault. Beneath him, his ass was jammed full of Ursula's now rock-hard throbbing fourteen-inch shaft. She had begun to bounce him up and down, thrusting her rod ever deeper into his used and abused ass.
His cock was buried deep inside Brit's seething cunt, and she squeezed him hard and repeatedly, driving him insane with lust. But her pussy lips had clamped on his base so hard, so tight, he had no chance of cumming. At least not yet.
Brit's cock was deep inside his mouth and she had managed to slide the head of her hot rod to the edge of his throat.
Ursula reached around from underneath him to play with his now super-sensitive nipples. She bit down on the soft orgasmic nerve center on the right side of his neck, while Brit gnawed on the left, driving him into a mad, squirming, writhing thing.
These incredible goddesses had him every way possible, filling both his holes and owning his thick pulsing shaft, while gnawing and squeezing and biting every orgasmic nerve center, working his body like an inflatable sex toy.
And still he played with Brit's shaft with a skill he never knew he had.
Brit was out of her mind with lust. Her pussy was on fire. She slid his cock head up and down her super-sensitive G-spot, driving her clit into the root of his shaft, building what promised to be a monumental vaginal orgasm.
Brian's hands were not big enough to satisfy her craving for rod play. Her fingers joined his and together they worked her shaft into a frenzy of throbbing, pulsing, orgasmic organ meat. The five thick blue veins were nearly bursting with blood, and every stroke along their length drew her closer and closer to a mighty, earth-shattering orgasm.
Between the sisters' glorious perfect bodies, Brian prepared himself for the inevitable explosion. Brit had been pumping her cock in and out of his mouth with regular precision, giving him just enough interval between inward thrusts to breathe out, breathe in, arming himself for a ramrod that filled his throat and heated his core.
With each stroke, Brit was able to slam nearly half of her length into him, punishing his throat with her meaty mushroom head. The rest of her cock he squeezed and manipulated with all the strength his hands could manage.
Brit's massive balls began retracting into her body, readying her dick for a massive explosion.
Taking her lead, her hands guiding his, he dug his fingers into her monster with all his strength, then gave her shaft a series of hard pumps while driving his thumbs into the softest zone of her pole he could find.
Her cum factories started up, producing creamy spunk to resupply her ball sac.
So close. So close.
Brit had never been able to train one of her soft boys to do this for her. Their cocks were always too small, never hard enough. Or they simply came far too fast. She was so close, cock and vagina working together. With her cock head deep in his mouth no less!
Brit's brain was utterly broken. A fog of pure pleasure swept across her body, building, building, building. "Harder!" she screamed. "Suck harder, squeeze harder, stroke harder. Tip of your tongue! Drive it in, in, IN!! More! More! Fuuuuuuck YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!"
This was it. With one final coordinated drive, Brit bounced hard on his shaft, squeezed her cunt walls on every side. She grabbed the back of his head with one hand and drove her dick deep into the back of his throat. With the other she squeezed his hands, signaling for him to ramp up the pressure.
Her massive ball sac had been pushing into his own meagre bag repeatedly with each thrust of her vagina up and down his throbbing desperate cock. Her balls punched into his, driving him wild with lust and sexual strength.
When Brit's body sucked her balls tight to the base of her shaft, he knew it was her climax was upon him.
On the bottom, Ursula had been a silent witness to Brit's rape of Brian's willing body. The frenzied writhing of the two bodies pressing into her drove Ursula over the edge.
Brit had Brian writhing and convulsing like a fire hose let loose. Straddling him to drive his cock as deep into her cunt as she could get it, Brit was also driving his ass onto Ursula's mighty shaft with all her weight, powered by the force of her vigorous bouncing thrusts. Brian's tight muscular ass flexed and squeezed all around Ursula's pleasure pole, jerking her off with wild, kinetic fury.
This was a first for the elder sister. Never had they sandwiched a man so completely, never had they worked a man's body so magnificently. Every orifice, every protuberance, his very consciousness was theirs to rape and pillage between them, to use and rut upon solely for their own sheer pleasure. So thoroughly were they using this - living receptable - he was reduced to flailing to the movement of the sisters' bodies, accepting what was given and taking everything they had, simply because they wished it.
Sheer and utter domination. The very thought of dominating a man so thoroughly made Ursula so fucking horny she could not think, could not reason, could not possibly restrain herself. She was a goner, desperate to cum and cum and cum into this living, boiling receptacle, and to do it again and again and again.
Blind with lust, Ursula thrust her core upwards with every downward stroke of Brit's. Together they pounded him mercilessly, his meager little dick his only hope for any sort of joy.
With a final mighty clench of four fists around its girth, Brit's electric rod exploded, jetting a massive load of thick creamy cum into his mouth.
Brit screamed. At the exact moment her first blast of cum splashed into the back of Brian's throat, Brit's vagina erupted in orgasmic fury. Her pussy walls convulsed in wild undulating fury, spewing gushes and gushes of Fem cum spurting all around his pole. Her cock continued to spasm into the man's mouth, jetting a huge load of creamy, chewy cum, filling his mouth and pouring deep down his throat while her pussy writhed and squirmed all around his cock.
Of course Brian couldn't last for another microsecond. His cock burst forth, exploding into Brit's convulsing sweet pussy, even as it wrapped itself in velvety tightness and jerked every ounce of cum out of his spasming body.
"Harder!" Brit screamed above her. "Suck harder, squeeze harder, stroke harder. More! More! Fuuuuuuck YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!"
Beneath, Ursula's resistance fell away like toy soldiers. The incredible violent spasms of Brit's dual orgasms and Brian's root organ rapidly pumping his load deep into Brit's cunt drove her over the edge.
This was it. All fourteen inches of Ursula's throbbing, writhing cock was being bent, stroked, squeezed, jammed and pressed in cadence with the violence of Brit's exploding cunt.
When Brit screamed, Ursula felt her sister's proximate pussy contract and vibrate around the man's dick. Brit's orgasm triggered Ursula's own and her banshee scream joined Brit's, filling the cabin and overwhelming even the raging storm outside.
Ursula's balls retracted into her body for a moment then exploded outward, blasting a veritable bucket of thick creamy Futa cum boiling out of her balls and lancing straight up her shaft, spewing its hot load deep into his insides, blasting his guts with her seed on the first spasm. On the next, her two-inch-thick fire hose fired a jet-powered blast even deeper, coating everything with her slippery gunk.
Adding to Ursula's joy was the violence of Brit's orgasm, jerking Brian's body up and down Ursula's shaft, pumping her organ uniformly around her length and girth, driving her insane with ecstasy, making her see stars. She wrapped her arms and legs around the prone forms laying atop of her and squeeeeeezed them into her body with all of her orgasmic-powered strength.
Brit's weight combined with their cum receptacle's spasming organs pressed deep into Ursula's glans had driven her orgasm to a high she had never before experienced.
The force of her explosions were so great, Ursula drove Brian up her body, blasting Brit's cock out of his mouth, where it pointed directly into his face.
Brit would have none of it. She grabbed the back of his head and drove his mouth down back over the still-spurting head of her cock.
Desperately, Brit squeezed her shaft, pumping it wildly, pulling another mighty spasm of hot cum, again blowing her cock out of his mouth and drenching his face, hosing him down and marking him with her white, sticky mess.
Extending her dual orgasms, Brit wildly bounced on his own spasming shaft, squeeeeeezing her own organ, driving a third pulsing spray of her delicious cum all over him, filling his eye sockets and overflowing his mouth with far more Futa cum than he could possibly swallow.
On and on and on the three of them came, Brit's dual orgasms coupled with Ursula's spasming cock, coupled with Brian's brutally spasming cock. The three bodies jerked and writhed and pulsed wildly, the ecstasy of the moment driving them all almost beyond endurance. Brit clawed at her cock, digging her fingertips deep into her glans, squeezing her orgasmic, blood-filled veins, jerking her hands up and down its length, driving her orgasm higher and higher and higher. Her cum factories on overdrive, they made more and more cum even as she came, extending the length of her stunning orgasm seemingly forever and ever and ever. Her pussy clamped down on Brian's pulsing pole in rapid pulses, extracting every drop of his spunk out of his own balls and deep into Brit's velvety pussy.
Ursula lay back enjoying the ride as the two orgasmic bodies laying atop of her did all the work, completing the most stupendous orgasm she had ever experienced.
Brit's cum backwashed up Brian's throat and spewed out of his mouth, all around her pumping shaft. The force of her blast nearly blew his head off, but still he held on. Clenching his hands around her dick with everything he had, he heard Brit scream, just as another massive load of Futa cum vomited into his mouth, blasting the head of her dick out from his oral cavity, and spraying her thick gooey cream all over his face, blinding him.
Yet another gush disgorged its sticky goo all over his face and chest, flooding him completely with gobs and gobs of her viscous chalky sludge, even as the blonde goddess beneath him squirmed and writhed in joy as her mighty sex organ filled him to capacity and beyond.
Brian lay sandwiched between the two glorious goddesses, each out of her mind with lust, each fucking the living daylights out of whichever part of his body she controlled. Their pornographic bodies squeezed into his on all sides, fucking and sucking and kissing and licking and cumming all over and inside of him. Never had one man been so thoroughly and completely fucked.
Brit's surprisingly tight grasping pussy still gushed copious loads of femcum. Another pussy orgasm took her and she blew his hard cock out of her snatch with the force of a firehose, blasting his balls with a tight spray of hot thick cunt juice. She wasted no time in dropping her still-cumming vagina back down onto his hard shaft, rubbing her clit furiously up and down his length, rutting her snatch and magnifying her vaginal orgasm to epic strength.
Brit was flying through clouds, her brain on overdrive, her body electric and kinetic. Her cock had exploded into his man's mouth with the force of a jet engine even as her pussy exploded around his perfect shaft, and she had never cum so fucking hard in her entire life.
Her cunt was on fire. Her vaginal spasms nearly blew her mind. Alone it would have been nearly enough to make her faint, but coupled with her explosive dick, it was too much to bear.
From the sheer utter ecstasy of a double orgasm, Brit fainted on top of the man beneath her, the massive cock pressed between them, her clitoris still pressed into his rock-hard cock.
Even in semi-consciousness, Brit's cunt waggled back and forth on Brian's softening member.
Her thick meaty shaft pulsed between them, still rock hard, as if in wait for the sleeping beauty to awaken and begin anew.
At that moment Ursula made the momentous decision. This man's ass was so much better than the soft boys they normally sent for the sisters to break. Tight, muscular, responsive.
She was going to keep it. This ass was hers, to share only with Brit.
No soft boys would do after this.
Brian didn't know what do to. He was blind, his face covered with thick layers of rapidly-cooling and thickening cum. His hands were stuck between their bodies and so he began to worm them out to clear his face.
"Oh no you don't," Ursula hissed into his ear. "You're going to wait for your mistress to awaken, and she'll decide what to do with you."
Brian could not speak - his mouth was full of Brit's cum. There was nothing he could do except begin to swallow.
Brit's spooge was thick and creamy, so thick it rolled on his tongue and turned chewy and meaty. Bit by bit he separated bits of Brit's girl sperm and swallowed, bit by bit by creamy bit.
The cum on his face was rapidly hardening into the consistency of bubble gum. Ursula still had his arms pinned back so all he could do was take it.
Brit opened her eyes. To his horror, her ball sac retreated once again for a last desperate blast, held for a moment then blew it out of her fast and hard. His hands still encircling her dick, he felt a thick lump shoot up from its base like a stone in a garden hose. When it reached her tip it blew fully into his face, spraying him with a final thick gob of Futa seed, driving it up his nose, into his mouth, filling his ears, his eyes, and sloshing into the back of his throat, filling his mouth yet again. Desperately he swallowed over and over to clear a modicum of airway just so he could breath.
Brian was literally drowning in girl cum. Twenty-eight inches of monster girl cock had emptied their massive loads into both orifices, gushing into him, filling him to the brim with Futa seed.
There was no doubt - the women were dead set on breeding him.
And they were enjoying him all too much.
When both cocks had finally emptied their last spasms into him, Brian lay back, exhausted. He was pressed between the two huge women, barely able to breathe. He was blind. The thick layers of girl cum on his face were rapidly congealing, infusing his skin and bonding with his man cells with what long-term effects he could not know.
Brit's cock was throbbing, dripping with the remnants of Fem cum. Sitting like a wet log on his chest, its thick veiny nerve tubes had softened and shrunk to normal size, about the thickness of a thin drinking straw. Reawakened, Brit released the tight clamp her pussy lips had kept on his own little seven-inch man dick and pulled off of him. His softened rod flopped onto his tummy, oozing uselessly.
Brit smiled at this sight of him. "You can clean your face now, cum bucket. But on one condition: you have to eat every bit of it. Go ahead, peel it off and put it in your mouth. Ursy baby, you okay down there?"
"I think I blew his insides out," Brit's sister said wryly, rolling them all to their sides. She moved to her knees and slowly withdrew her meaty titan from deep inside his ass. Inch by inch, the flesh tube slid out, still semi-hard, still throbbing, ready to rise again.
"That was fucking insane," Brit said.
"Mind blowing," her sister returned. She crawled to the nearest chair and motioned for Brit to sit on the adjacent couch, facing the fire.
On the floor, their rescue pet was clearing Brit's cum from his face. His fingers were covered with viscous goo.
"Don't you dare waste any of that," Brit ordered. "I'll make you lick it off the floor if you lose a single drop."
The two sisters turned to talk. Brit kept one eye on the exhausted form on the floor, pushing his fingers reluctantly into his mouth and slowly sucking her spooge down his throat.
"Baby," Ursula said. "I've never cum that hard. I don't want it to end."
"What are you saying?"
"I've had enough of soft young boys. Haven't you?"
"I have to admit, that was incredible. Best fuck of my life," Brit said. She looked with satisfaction that the man had successfully peeled an inch-square bit of congealed ooze from his cheek and had popped it into his mouth. She noted that this latest piece went in a little quicker than the last one.
"Your cum is having its effect," Ursula said, smiling.
"This slut is ours to do with as we please. He'll willingly go where we assign him, I'm sure," Brit said happily. "But, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"I want him to move in with us."
"As...?"
"As our pet, of course. He can do the menial chores, keep the place going, and whenever we need his holes, we get to stuff them. And he'll be in our big, soft bed every night we're not working."
"Which'll make it about five times a day," Brit said. "It's a wicked thought. I like it. Think he'll go for it?"
Ursula spat out a wry laugh. Her gaze fell on the man, eagerly peeling gobs of Fem cum off his face, his neck, even out of his hair and stuffing it into his mouth, licking his fingers clean. "He's already addicted to you. By Tuesday, the roads should be clear enough to get to cell service. Then he'll make the call."
"Who's he gonna call?"
"Everybody. His wife will be first."
"Yeah. She must be going crazy, poor thing," Brit said, sitting back and crossing her legs. "She needs to know he's okay."
"But for now, we've got him for two more nights."
"How do you wanna handle it?"
"He's your slut," Ursula said. "I'm just along for the ride."
"Oh no you don't," the younger sister said. "We share. All the way. He's best when he's got both of us balls deep inside him."
Ursula looked down at the naked man, greedily licking his fingers, getting every drop of Brit's spooge into his mouth. "I never grow tired of seeing the transformation. It's always the same. First fear, then comes denial, then shame, which turns to realization that he actually likes it. And then..."
"Lust," Brit finished, smiling. "Sheer wanton lust. Hunger, desire, addiction. A willingness to do anything..."
"Say anything."
"BE anything."
"That's the part I love," Ursula said, licking her lips.
"You want to feminize this one?"
"Don't you?"
Brit smiled and crossed her arms under her prodigious breasts. "Yeah. I wanna see this one in nylons."
"In front of his wife."
"Now you're talking."
"He's got to do it willingly."
"He'll be sneaking into my nylon stash before you know it," Brit said. She slid a finger under her giant ball sac and slipped it inside her snatch. "Trust me."
Ursula glanced at Brit's fingers. "How was his dick in your pussy by the way?"
"Ursula," Brit said, leaning forward. "I came twice at once. My cock, my pussy, he made them both cum together. I know you don't like a man's cock in there. But you absolutely have to fucking try it. I nearly lost my mind."
Ursula thought for a moment. "I did see the effect on you. I have to admit, it looked intense. Maybe I will."
Brit turned to face her sister directly. "Ursy, you HAVE to try it. I know you don't like your cunt played with, but this one's got a real dick, not like the boys we get. And speaking of your cunt, there's SO MUCH IN THERE. I've never, I mean I've never ever, EVER cum so hard."
"But our elders. They wouldn't approve..."
"Fuck THEM. They've always given us soft boys to break. Weak little twenty-year-olds, pitiful little wankers half ready to submit to Futa cock already." Brit waived a hand in Brian's direction. "But THIS. Breaking this man has been the greatest high of my life. I want to keep him."
"Absolutely. I came to that conclusion when I came in his ass."
"But he's not enough. We need more. More sluts like him."
"It's risky. We can't be exposed."
Brit bounced her upper-crossed leg, deep in thought. "I have an idea..."
When Brit filled her sister in on her plan, an evil grin spread across her sister's face. They spent the next twenty minutes working out the details, while the man at their feet, his stomach now filled with Brit's massive load of cum, sat on the floor, his lust-filled eyes locked on the sisters, gently wanking his seven-inches of meat.
The Futa girls weren't worried. They could see it in his eyes. He wasn't about to cum without their permission. And so they let him have his fun while they plotted.
***
The Next Day. Sunday - Late Morning
Brian was so empty. Never in his life had he felt so naked, so alone.
His mistresses were in the kitchen. He could hear them clanking around, making dinner to fuel the three of them for their third night since his miraculous rescue from the frozen pond.
His last night.
They all knew there would be no sleep for them this long winter night.
The storm was abating. All that was left was for the county to clear the roads so the sisters could drive him to within range of a cell tower.
Of course he must get word to his wife. She had to know he was okay. She must be frantic with worry.
But.
What was taking so long?
Meaning why had Brit and Ursula left him alone for nearly thirty minutes! An eternity. What were they doing in there? Cooking a banquet for ten?
The Futa sisters were just visible from his vantage point on the floor. His back was against the base of a massive overstuffed easy chair, facing the kitchen. The fire was to his left.
Brian strained to hear what they were saying, but their voices were low, punctuated by the occasional laughter.
Please finish up and come back to me.
Please.
So empty.
Never had he set his eyes upon such goddesses. They were a head taller than he, much more in the sky-high heels they preferred, even in this remote log cabin. Their bodies were perfect. Slim yet muscular. Athletic, yet voluptuous. Gorgeous goddess faces and massive melon-sized firm, round breasts. Pretty pink pussies with wide swollen lips eager to be filled. Tight, full, juicy asses and long, long, lonnnnng slim legs, perfect for imprisoning his needy body.
Enormous, monstrous, forearm-sized cocks, so thick he could barely get two hands around them. Yet somehow, he thought while squirming into the beaver pelt that cushioned his seat, they can fit all the way inside his ass.
All the fucking way.
And their cum! Oh lord it tastes soooo fucking good! He could live off that Futa cum.
He barely noticed his hand moving up and down his shaft as he gazed upon the glorious Futa sisters who had enslaved him.
He barely noticed his asshole clenching and unclenching as he strained to glimpse at their glorious girl cocks, swaying back and forth between their legs while they moved about the kitchen.
Hurry up!
Brit's thick mane of white hair brushed the top of her perfect ass as she reached into an upper cupboard. Ursula had piled hers into a messy bun, but even so it spilled off her head, long stray bits dangling about her shoulders.
Sigh.
Brian's ears perked up. Brit was talking.
Brit.
Since his near drowning, Brian's brain had been at once dulled and yet tuned beyond comprehension. Whenever he tried to think about his - other life - his brain turned to mush. Vaguely he knew he had to contact Sarah, his sure-to-be frantic wife. She had to know he was okay.
And he was okay, right?
Brit's sweet voice filled him with immense joy and longing. He ached for her to finish what she was doing in the kitchen so she would come back to him. Maybe she would sit on the couch, pat her lap, let him lay his head on her thighs. He would reach out, pull her long, fleshy pole to his face. She'd let him kiss its length while praising him, stroking his hair for doing such a good job lavishing kisses and licks all over her gorgeous, full, hard pole.
Ursula's nice too. But he wasn't in love with the elder sister.
Well, not exactly.
Okay, sure. She was just like Brit. A little more aggressive, maybe.
Could he love the two of them?
He looked up sharply. Brit's nude form was disappearing into a bedroom on the far side of the kitchen. She can't be bedding down there for the night! Can she?
In despair, Brian thought about what he should do.
Mistress would not let him follow her uninvited. That would be rude.
What to do?
And then he had it. Ursula was still in the kitchen. She'll notice him. She'll see him and call dear Mistress Brit back.
Brian eased himself away from the chair and knelt in front of the fire to wait.
Brit entered the twin's huge ensuite bedroom and stepped into to her walk-in closet. Stepping up to a special highboy chest, she opened two drawers and surveyed their contents. Smiling to herself, she filled a small bag with a few carefully chosen items. She slipped on a pair of gorgeous stilettos laying at her feet, pushing her to nearly seven feet, and picked up another pair for Ursy.
Brit left the bag by the door and went into the bathroom to run a hot bath. She left a razor by the side of the giant stone bathtub.
Humming, Brit picked up the bag and joined her sister in the kitchen. She didn't have to bend down to pass through the doorway. The custom log home had been designed and built Futa-sized.
Ursula stood by the enormous stone-slabbed kitchen island. With a smirk on her face, she waived Brit over, putting her index finger to her lips, warning her sister to be quiet. Standing at Ursula's shoulder, Brit followed her sister's gaze towards the fire. She grinned, covering her mouth and bending over to stop herself from laughing out loud.
"Come on," Ursula whispered between giggles, donning the heels Brit had offered her. "Let's have some fun."
The giant Futa sisters trotted over to the beaver pelt. In front of the fire, the man was on all fours, his head and shoulders on the floor facing the fire, his ass upturned and ready.
Ready for them.
Conversion complete.
Ready for phase two.
Delighted with the progress of their new pet, Brit and Ursula plopped onto the big couch facing the fire. Brit dropped the bag into her lap and reached inside. Six feet away, the man's bare ass pointed directly at the sisters. His head was craned back to look at them, but Ursula shook her head and gestured with one hand, palm towards the floor, raising and lowering it a few times. The man turned towards them and sat back on his heels, torso erect, hands on his thighs.
She smiled at the effectiveness of his training. He was obeying with hand signals. Already.
Such a good boy.
The sisters chatted quietly among themselves. After a moment, Brit addressed her rescue pet. "Go into the bathroom over there, inside my bedroom. I've run a hot bath for you. Get in and clean yourself up. Shave every bit of hair from your body, except for your head. Every bit. Got that? You do a good job, and there will be a delicious reward for you. Off you go."
"Yes Mistress Brit," he said.
"And no wanking in there."
"No Mistress Ursula."
Brian was disappointed the gorgeous sisters didn't want to fuck right now, but this wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Clearly they liked men without body hair and they had - what did she say? - a delicious reward for him. He padded into the bathroom and dipped his toe into the hot water. His cock was rock hard in anticipation of another long day and night of sex with the two gorgeous Futa sisters, so he was determined to do a really, really good fucking job.
They'd said the storm had calmed. The snowplows would be working overnight. He'd be going home tomorrow, Tuesday at the latest.
Home.
Sarah.
Yeah.
What the fuck was he going to say to her? How could he possibly go back to once-a-week, boring missionary sex when there were two Amazonian goddesses who ached to ravage him day and night?
Despite Mistress' orders, he made a fist around his dick and pumped a few strokes. Not enough to blow, of course. He couldn't possibly disrespect his mistresses that bad. But it felt good.
Brian sighed and picked up the razor. He had a lot of work to do.
Ursula peeked into the bag Brit had brought from the bedroom. "Cervins! It feels like forever since I had on a pair of French nylons."
"I know, right?" Brit said excitedly, kicking off her stilettos. The sisters had an enormous collection of stockings, pantyhose, and stay ups, mostly from France, England, Spain and Italy. They'd bought in bulk directly from the manufacturer, who in exchange for a thirty-thousand-dollar order, modified their weaving machines to make five hundred pairs of luxury nylons to accommodate forty-two-inch inseam legs.
The sisters spread out all the gorgeous nylons Brit had brought out, oo'ing and awing at each of the silky treasures. They spent the next twenty minutes modeling for each other the various brands, sheens, styles and deniers in the stash.
Brit stared at her sister, a familiar pang swamping her psyche. The sight before her was too much to bear without doing something about it. Ursula was sitting on the couch, preening herself, admiring the look and feel of the Cervin "BJ Little Gems" stay ups she'd just put on, some of the finest, sexiest nylons in the world. Her monstrous stiff cock lay across her thighs, making Brit drip with lust. She was about to climb into her sister's lap and impale her pussy on Ursula's pole when they heard a quiet cough behind them.
Standing there, naked as the day he was born and shorn of every hair on this body, save that on the top of his head, stood Brian. He may not have noticed it himself, but one hand was covering his sex. Both sisters realized at this point in their mastery of him, this was almost certainly because his own equipment made him feel inferior compared to his mistresses, rather than from some misplaced sense of modesty.
Brit smiled to herself. If Brian thought he was at the depth of his depravity in facing the sisters naked with his cute little dick, he was a long, long, long way off.
That pit goes very deep indeed.
"Come here, Brian." Brit scootched over a bit and patted the narrow space she'd left between the two sisters.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Take your hand away from your sex," Ursula said, steel in her voice. "You don't get to touch that ever again, except to clean it or to pee with it. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Because that little immature appendage is ours now. Only we can decide what to do with it."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good boy. Now sit here."
The muscular former logger dutifully stepped around the couch and sat between the Futanari twins.
Brit picked up a pair of nylons. "Here you go, pet."
The man's eyes widened. "These, Mistress? But, but, I'm not, uh."
"Oh yes you are," Ursula said. "And this is only the beginning. Nylons make us horny. You want us to be horny for you, don't you?"
"Oh, yes Mistress. Very much so."
"Good. Now put them on."
"Me?"
"Yes, you. You're going to be our little sissy slut. That means -."
There was a knock on the door.
"God damn it," Ursula cursed. "We've still got a couple of hours. Those sluts in Cabin 2 are gonna have to wait!" She threw on her short silk Kimono and marched to the front door, swinging it open at once. "I told you..."
The man who stood on her porch looked at Ursula. His eyes turned to saucers as he took in her form. He was in his sixties, husky, and fully outfitted for the cold in heavy snow boots, an insulated one-piece snowsuit, heavy mitts and scarf. His grey beard was caked with snow, along with the toque pushed low on his head.
"Sorry ma'am," he said, casting his eyes to the floor in deference.
Beyond him was a heavy, tracked vehicle with a high cab and windows all around. Ursula recognized it as a snow cat, designed for moving through deep, fresh snow.
"What is it?" Ursula said, pushing open the outer door. She was impatient to get back to her pet, now that she and Brit had readied him at last for his final, irretrievable descent into enslavement and depravity.
"Um, ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you but we came across an abandoned truck on the north road, around the other side of the lake. I was wonderin' if you, well, if you seen anybody come by this way. This here's part of the search and rescue team." He gestured to the snowcat behind him, where another man was waiting in the cab.
On the floor in front of the roaring fire, Brian heard bits of the conversation. Though the visitor's voice was muffled, it was definitely a man. An older one by the sound of him.
"Search and rescue?" Ursula said back to him. "We don't need any rescuing here."
Brian's eyes flashed to Brit. She was staring at him. Hard. He could read her thoughts as if she were speaking to him from the bottom of her soul.
Her unspoken words reverberated to the bottom of his heart.
Don't go.
Her silent voice rang through his brain.
Stay with me baby.
"So you never saw nobody? Sorry to ask ma'am but I gotta check you off the list. Once we find him, we can all go home."
Ursula merely stared, saying nothing.
"Well okay ma'am. If you're sure he hasn't been this way..."
Ursula merely stared at him, biting her lip.
"Ursula, no," Brit whispered.
What was going on?
"Well, okay ma'am, I'll leave you to the rest of your day."
Brian watched Ursula hesitate. She could have simply sent him on his way, but she wasn't doing that. What the hell was going on? What was Ursula doing? Something that frightened him and Brit. Something horrible.
"Can you take that scarf off your face please?"
Evidently, the man did so. Immediately Ursula's posture straightened up and she leaned forward slightly. "Hello gorgeous," she breathed.
She swung the inner door wide. "Would you like to come in and get...warm?" she cooed.
Oh my God. Ursula's inviting him in.
From the sound of him, the guy's pushing 65. He'd never survive. They eat him for lunch, then drag us both over to Cabin 2 for dessert.
"Uh, gee Ma'am, I don' know. I got a route to follow."
Ursula pulled the front of her kimono open, exposing her prodigious breasts to the visitor standing on the porch.
"Oh, oh my. Jeez ma'am, holy mother of - are you sure ma'am?"
"Oh, I'm sure. Come on in. Are you hungry? I have something here I'd love to feed you." Ursula smiled and unbelted her kimono, letting it fall to the floor. Her massive cock sprang out, pointing directly at snow-cat man. "Allow me to reward you for being such a hero, searching for our lost pet?"
"Oh Jeez, oh no, no, no, no. Oh my fucking God," he shrieked.
Ursula grabbed her mighty shaft with both hands and began to stroke. "Come on baby, let me take care of you. Perhaps you're thirsty. Would you like a nice, thick milkshake?" She turned towards the fireplace. A stream of whitish femcum dribbled from the head of her cock, leaving a trail along the floor as she turned.. "Brit, come here and help me convince him."
Brit cursed under her breath. "Fuck me." She turned to me. "Wait here baby. Lemme take care of this."
Brit stood and trotted to the front door, joining her sister. Each of the semi-naked sisters wrapped her arm around the far hip of the other. At nearly seven feet in heels, they would have presented an erotic vision of female domination.
But when Brit saw the man on the porch, she sucked in a quick breath.
Immediately she dropped her kimono and bared herself for the visitor.
Her cock sprang out and began to swing back and forth, its head colliding with Ursula's on each swing.
"Yes," Brit said, her voice low and seductive. "Please come in. Let us...warm you."
Brian scrambled to his feet and trotted to the front door as Ursula pushed the outer door fully open and held it for him.
The sisters' fourteen-inch steel pipes hung parallel to the floor. Twitching and throbbing with the heat of the sisters' passion, both cocks pointed directly at the man's stomach. Pop-can thick, together they dripped copious amounts of pre-cum onto the outer deck, where it hissed and steamed on contact with the frozen surface.
"Who, what, ah, what are you?" he stammered, backing away.
"Don't be like that, handsome," Brit said softly, stroking her cock with loving tenderness. "This is for you, if you want it. Once I've had you, you'll never want anything else." She turned to Brian. "Right baby?"
Brian nodded.
"Cum in," Ursula said.
"Cum with us," Brit added.
"You can cum with us, all day and all night baby. We love big, rugged men like you."
"Jeez, I, I, I..."
"Oh don't be like that," Brit said, her voice dripping with lust. "Brian here has given us a taste of what a real man fucks like. We want more. A lot more. Cum with us, baby."
The man backed away. His eyes were fixed on the two cum cannons pointed at his stomach. "You're crazy. Insane. No, I'm not like that." He stopped and looked past the sisters at Brian. "Is that your truck mister? I gots to know, so's I can call off the search. Lotsa people are out here, lookin' for ya, if it's you."
As one, Brit and Ursula half turned to look at Brian. Brit's face betrayed her fear.
Ursula was more aggressive. She crossed her arms under her breasts glared at him. "No," she said simply.
Brian longed for more of Brit. More Ursula. He desperately wanted them back inside of him, and he in them. Sex with these Futa sisters had been transformative. Life changing.
And Cabin 2 was beckoning. While he wasn't sure he'd survive as the fucktoy for a dozen horny monster Futa girls, his little dick brain was telling him it would be a hell of a way to go.
He stared at the grizzled man on the porch. Through the fog of lust that had clouded his brain, one voice, one face emerged. Calling out to him. Beseeching him. Begging him.
Sarah.
Come home.
Missed opportunities.
But here, in this cabin, there was so much pleasure. So much obedience. And still he hadn't sampled Cabin 2. Or rather, they hadn't yet sampled him.
Come home to me. I've been so worried. I'm so alone.
Sarah.
He couldn't do it. He could not forsake her. Not now.
He'd see her, let her down gently. Tell her he's found someone else.
It's only fair to her. She can't find out from a snow cat operator.
He wasn't that cruel.
Standing just behind and between the two goddesses, Brian waived his hand to get the attention of the snowcat operator, then showed him his palm in the universal sign of STOP. Seeing the man acknowledge him, Brian turned and headed back into the living room to find his clothes.
The spell was broken.
Brit immediately turned and followed close on his heels. "Baby, baby what are you doing?"
"I'm doing what I should have done two days ago."
"Baby, no. Please no. Don't go. Don't leave me baby. Please."
Brian stopped and turned to face the gorgeous blonde. He looked up into her eyes, fourteen inches above his own. Her massive breasts were even with his mouth.
Brian had always thought of himself as a "man's man". Sexually attractive to women, dominating them in bed, his needs always coming first.
But his base attraction to Brit and Ursula made him question everything he thought he knew about himself. He loved submitting to these goddesses. He never knew what he had been missing.
But.
"Brit honey, I can't stay. It wouldn't be fair to Sarah. She'll be worried sick."
"Then tell this guy who you are and that you're safe. She won't worry then."
Brian snorted. "Somehow I don't think that'll give her peace of mind."
"You don't love her Brian. You don't. You love ME!"
"Brit, we hardly know each other."
"You're going to miss my cum, baby. You need my cum."
She was asking him if his addiction to her had taken. A sheen of sweat broke over his face.
So much gorgeous, hot, chocolatey cum. So thick, so delicious, so creamy good.
Brit's power rod poked him in the stomach. He gazed upon it, knowing he could grab it in both hands. Pump her addictive, nourishing seed directly into his mouth, any time he wanted. And it would be all the sustenance he would ever need.
He'd find his way back. Maybe within a couple of days.
So many missed opportunities. So many chances lost.
Sarah flashed into his brain.
Sweet loving Sarah.
Poor, lonely, frustrated Sarah.
She was close to leaving him. She had guessed the truth of his continued infidelity. It was so clear to him. Suddenly.
So many missed opportunities.
Brian scrambled to his feet and plodded to the front door, a bundle of clothes in his arms. "I'm here. It's me, Brian Cook. That's my truck."