Crossing Streams with a Futanari

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Big Tits

My friend and I went camping one weekend.

6:00 a.m., a red truck arrived in front of my house in the suburbs. “BEEP, BEEP!” It honked.

“YO, JOSH! LET’S GO!” A voice came from the vehicle. The sound traveled across the street and penetrated my eardrums.

“QUIET! You’ll wake the neighbors!” I opened the window and yelled back.

“Whatever you say, man.” The driver pushed up her sunglasses and blasted music from the car.

“What the hell is wrong with her?” I ruffled my hair. My messy brown hair became a bird’s nest.

I gathered my luggage and dashed to the truck. I threw my things on the back and went to the driver’s window.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Evelyn?” I asked.

“Plenty is wrong with me, Josh. Hop in!” Evelyn said. She smiled and pointed her thumb at the passenger seat.

I rolled my eyes and rode shotgun. The second I slammed the door shut, Evelyn speeded off.

Her music gave me a headache, so I turned down the volume.

“Hey, what gives!”

“Eyes on the road. You drive. I control the tunes.” I inserted a thumb drive. Then I changed the music to something less migraine-inducing.

“Oh, I love this song!” Evelyn hummed along.

“I know.” I leaned back. My eyes wandered to my driver.

Evelyn’s raven hair framed her face. Jade-green eyes and thick brows hid behind her sunglasses. She was wearing a black t-shirt with a metal band logo. I looked down; and saw her thick thighs and enormous bulge squeezed in tight black jeans.

“See something you like, Josh?” she asked.

“Don’t drive with flip-flops; It’s dangerous,” I said.

Evelyn laughed. I turned to look out the windows.

Concrete and metal gave way to nature. After half an hour, we were on the country road.

“You didn’t eat breakfast, right, Josh? I know this one joint. Their meat is excellent!”

“You mean Jill’s Roadhouse.”

“Hey, how did you guess?”

“We stop at Jill’s all the time.”

“OF COURSE, I can’t pass up a good steak!”

“If only that were true,” I said under my breath.

When we arrived at the restaurant, Evelyn ordered steak and eggs. I ordered coffee.

“Are you on a diet?”

“No, I know you long enough to know you won’t finish your meal and push it on me.”

“No, I won’t!” Evelyn stuck out her tongue. “I won’t leave a crumb!”

“We’ll see.”

Evelyn tried to prove me wrong. She was full after eating one-third of the plate. But she stuffed down more food. Her chewing slowed, and her face paled.

“You’ll upset your stomach. Give it here!” I yanked the plate from Evelyn. She got up and sprinted to the restroom.

When I paid the bill, Evelyn came back and scowled at me.

“Your fault!”

“I told you so.”

“You drive–SLOW–or I’ll puke all over you!”

I rubbed her back and led her to the truck.

“Can I sleep in the back?” she asked.

“No, look into the distance to not get motion sickness.”

“Boo!”

I drove under the speed limit up the mountain, which annoyed the cars behind us. I gave way whenever I could–but my primary concern was Evelyn.

“Are you okay, Buddy? Do you want to take a pit stop?”

“Shut up and drive.” Evelyn closed her eyes and rested her hand on her forehead.

An hour passed, and color returned to her cheeks. She turned up the music and sang along. I didn’t stop her this time.

I stepped on the pedal, allowing us to arrive at our campsite before noon.

It was a lakeside opening. Clearwater sparkled in the sunlight, and green mountains surrounded the area. No one was in sight.

“WOO-HOO! We’re here!” Evelyn leaped out before the car stopped. She dashed to the lake. Her shoes flew in different directions. She spread her arms. The breeze blew her hair.

“Don’t jump out of the car before it stops, you crazy bitch!”

I cut the engine and yelled at her.

“Come on, Grumpy, the weather’s nice!” Evelyn waved at me.

“I swear, she’ll break her neck one day!” I shook my head.

I unloaded the truck and set up camp. I erected a tent worthy of a Roman general. The canvas was thick, and the roof was high. I laid down two mattresses and pillows.

“Hey, you’re done!” Evelyn peeked in.

“Thanks a lot for the help.”

“Don’t be mad. I made lunch!”

We got out of the tent. I saw a bahis siteleri folding table with plates of food. There were sandwiches, chips, and soda.

“Surprised! And you said I can’t cook!”

“Making sandwiches doesn’t count as ‘cooking.’ “

“It does!” Evelyn stomped her foot.

I tasted a sandwich. The bread was soggy with mayo and mustard, but it was edible.

“I’m impressed.”

“See! See! I’ll make a good wife in the future!” She beamed.

“Whoever marries you will die of stress.”

“Hey!” Evelyn yelped. “Don’t curse yourself.”

“Cough! Cough!” I choked on the soda.

“See? Didn’t I tell you?” She stroked my back.

I caught my breath and cleared my throat.

“Who’s going to marry WHO?”

“Us–the moment you pop the question.”

“We’re not even dating!”

“No? Man and woman, alone in the woods, sleeping in the same tent.”

“We’ve been camping since we were kids!”

“We’re not kids, Josh.” Evelyn wrapped her arms around my shoulders from behind. Her hot breath tickled my ear. “A woman can do plenty of things a little girl can’t.”

My face heated. I felt a soft sensation pressing on my back.

“Y-you’re like a sister to me!”

“What are you doing this afternoon, Step-bro? Want to go skinny dipping with me?” Evelyn bit my earlobe.

“I- I- I–“

“You’re blushing.”

“And you’re heavy! Get off me!” I escaped her embrace.

“Awe. Don’t you want me, Step-bro? I know you like to peep at me peeing!”

“I do not!”

“Oh?” Evelyn smirked. She unbuttoned her jeans, dropping them to the ground.

I gasped, seeing her bulge under her red panties.

“Remember when we used to compare our dicks as kids, Josh? Some nights, I touch myself thinking about it.” She ran her fingers across her confined penis.

I swallowed my saliva.

“And when we slept next to each other… I stroke my cock, looking at your face.”

I approached Evelyn.

“Josh, tell me it’s not a one-sided thing.”

I wrapped my arms around Evelyn and pulled her close.

“Baby…” I gazed into her green eyes. “I thought you were a lesbian.”

I kissed her. Her lips tasted like mint and bubblegum.

Evelyn tore from me. “What the fuck? You think I was gay?”

“Don’t ruin the moment.” I leaned in for another kiss, but she shoved me back.

“YOU ruin the moment! Me, a lesbian? The nerves!” Evelyn stomped off. She entered the tent.

“Come on, Evelyn, I’m sorry!”

“Fuck off!” Evelyn stuck out her hand and flipped the bird at me.

“What the hell got into her?” I ruffled my hair. “I thought you were a lesbian… What the hell is wrong with ME?”

I strolled to the lake. I picked a pebble and skipped it across the water.

“Screw me! Screw my mouth!”

I threw rocks to cool my head until the sun turned red. The sky turned pink and yellow.

I returned to camp to set up a bonfire. Then I grilled barbecues. ‘The smell of roasted meat should lure her out,’ I thought.

I turned to the tent. “Evelyn, would you like dinner?”

The tent was silent.

“Evelyn?” I walked to the tent. It was dark and quiet. “Evelyn, are you in there?”

There was no response. I opened the tent: empty.

“Where could she be?” I asked myself.

I returned to the bonfire. The sun disappeared, and darkness fell around the camp. Pine trees silhouetted against the full moon.

Leaves rustled by the wind, and the forest came alive. I heard howling in the distance.

“Evelyn! Come out here!” I said to the darkness, but winds buried my voice. My heart raced. I was sweating despite the icy current.

There was a shriek!

“No! No, no, no! Please, God, no!” I spun around like a chicken with its head chopped off. I tried to locate the voice.

A man was chanting, and other sounds joined in; men, women, and drums. The voices became a chorus. It increased its intensity.

“AHHH!” I heard a woman scream.

“EVELYN!” My blood ran cold.

It stopped. The forest went silent.

Then the music started. It was soft and sensual. Its tunes suspended me.

I located the source of the sounds: it was the red truck.

A leg stepped out of the black velvet of night, followed by another. They paced towards the boundary of the bonfire.

I saw Evelyn. Fire cast orange light canlı bahis siteleri on her glossy skin. Her black hair failed to cover her puffy nipples. Her athletic tummy looked sculpted from marble. A shaft hung between her thick thighs; its pink tip shone like diamonds. Her balls appeared swollen and soft–ripe enough to eat.

Evelyn widened her crimson lips. Her hips swayed in tune with the music as she sauntered toward me.

She stopped by a hair’s breadth. She gazed up; her green eyes twinkled like starlight. Black mascaras contrasted with her vibrant eyes.

“Tell me, Josh. Who’s the faggot between us?”

“No one, baby. No one.”

We tore into each other like animals. My tongue burrowed into Evelyn’s mouth; her nails dug into my back. I grabbed her ass and lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her thighs around me and clawed my shirt off.

My buttons flew off. Red marks appeared on my skin, but I embraced them as I embraced her. Her warm body warded off the cold. Her juicy lips were like poison apples: they snared me in their sweetness.

Jill bit my lower lip; I tasted iron.

“You know I like my meat rare.” Evelyn scratched my muscular chest. Her cock poked my abs.

“What a coincidence. So do I,” I said. I kissed Evelyn’s neck, leaving purple hickeys.

“And they say I’m the freak,” she said; she raised her chin and laughed. I showered more kisses on her neck.

I carried Evelyn to the tent. We fell on the mattress, hugging and giggling like children.

“Come on, Josh, take it off! Take it off! I want to see!” Evelyn pointed at my pants.

“Don’t get your hopes up, babe. It’s nothing compared to yours.”

“Who cares! You know, I have a small appetite.” Evelyn crawled to my lower half and unzipped my pants. She pulled down my underwear; my erection sprung up.

“You liar! You fucking liar!” Her green eyes looked up and down my shaft. Her jaws hung open.

“It’s not that big.”

“Shut up! Don’t move a muscle! We got to compare them!”

Evelyn pressed our penises, like when we were kids. Her cock was eight inches long; mine was seven.

“See? You’re longer than me,” I said.

“Who gives a shit about length when you’re this THICK? What the fuck did you eat to get your cock so fat?” Evelyn widened her eyes when her hand couldn’t wrap around my girth. “You’ll tear me to pieces!”

“Your leftovers, duh.”

“The growth hormones they pumped into beef worked their magic, right Josh?” Evelyn licked her lips. Her eyes sparkled.

“Oh, no! You’re not getting a taste of me until I get to suck your cock! Do you know how long I dreamed of this moment?” I kissed her lips and fondled her balls; they were twitching.

“All right, we’ll trade,” Evelyn said.

Evelyn pounced on my cock and presented her pelvis above my head. Her cock and balls dangled like utters. Pussy and anus spread above. Pre-cum leaked from her urethral; I stuck out my tongue to catch the shiny fluid. ‘Salty and–sweet.’

I kissed her gland and stuck my tongue under her foreskin; I tasted her dick cheese, licking them like ice cream. An assortment of dried cum and dead skin was the frosting on top of her meat lollipop.

Evelyn slobbered up my dick. She stretched her jaws and swallowed me up like a snake. I felt pain; her teeth scratched my member. The tip of my cock banged the back of her neck. My girth filled her mouth, choking her. Evelyn clenched her toes, twisting her athletic body like a dying fish.

“Couch! Cough! Cough!” She released my cock and struggled for air. Tears and saliva streamed out of her red face. Once she caught her breath, she went in for seconds.

“You never learn, do you, baby?” I slapped her fat balls. Evelyn made painful gurgling noises, but she continued to suck me off.

I admired her spirit. With her lead, I grabbed her firm ass and pulled! Her long meat shaft jammed into my throat. Her balls slapped my nose. I cringed, wanting to gag–but I powered through. I focused on the scent of her scrotum and messaged her cock with the inside of my throat. Her hard cock twitched inside me. Soft-balls clamped.

“Huh! Huh! Umm! Oh, fuck! I’m cumming! I’M CUMMING!” Evelyn howled like a beast as she released her load inside me. Her thick semen shot straight into my stomach, filling me up.

“Ah!” Evelyn’s canlı bahis cock slipped out of my lips. She fell on top of me, limping and twitching.

I drank up the last of her sticky fluids. Then I lifted her off my body. She was gasping, sweating, and gushing out water from her pussy.

“Now it’s my turn,” I said. I positioned myself behind Evelyn. My gland rubbed her wet cunt; they were slippery and welcoming.

“Wait! Wait, Josh! You’ll break me! You’ll break me! AHHH!” I jabbed my cock into her, tearing her hymen in one go. My girth stretched her tight hole past its breaking point. The tip of my cock knocked on her cervix.

“Fuck you, Josh! Em~! Fuck you, you piece of shit! Ahhh~! Fuck! FUCK!” Evelyn’s curses were music to my ears. She sang them out with breaths that smelled like mint and my pre-cum.

I pulled my cock out, scraping her vagina. Then I pushed with greater force! My balls slapped hers. Evelyn shrieked.

“Fuck me~! Ahhh! Yes! YES! Fuck me harder, Step-bro!”

“With pleasure.”

I slapped her naughty ass, making them red and jiggled on impact. Sweat drenched Evelyn; her statuesque body shined by the orange bonfire. Our tent smelled of her sweet scent. Her slippery skin felt great to the touch.

Evelyn screamed with pain and pressure as I forced her hole to conform to the shape of my cock. I fucked her, in and out, in and out. Her cock and balls dangled like ripe fruit beneath.

I needed to look at them.

I flipped Evelyn’s right side up. Her penis swung with my every motion; her balls jiggled like tits.

“Josh! Ahhh! I-I love you, Josh! I love you!”

“And here I thought you were a lesbian,” I said. I chuckled and came right into Evelyn’s welcoming hole. Evelyn’s cock exploded into a fountain of cum at the same time. White semen covered her inside and out.

Evelyn went limp beneath me; cum leaked from her dick and pussy. Tears came out of her eyes. She panted from exhaustion.

“Josh, you ruined me,” Evelyn said, “I can’t feel good jerking off again!” She touched her belly. It bulged from my cock, which was still lunged in her pussy.

“Baby, you’re perfect.” I kissed her sweet lips.

“Josh… do you need to pee? Because I do!” Evelyn looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

I laughed and helped her up.

We stood side by side at the lake; two streams of yellow made arcs into the serene water. The pale moon cast glittering lights on the small waves.

“Josh, what made you think I was gay? Was it because of this?” She shook her long dick, causing a ripple in her stream.

“No… it’s because you always acted like a tomboy.”

“No, I’m not! I’m quirky!” Evelyn stuck out her tongue. She crossed her stream with mine.

I laughed at her.

“Okay. Okay. Now I know you’re a real lady!”

I glanced at the moon, then at the naked woman beside me. Our piss died down; our tank emptied. Evelyn shook her dick, shaking off the last droplets.

“Evelyn, Marry me.”

“Huh?” She widened her eyes; her hands stopped. “What did you say?”

“The second we get back, we’ll plan our marriage. Do you prefer traditional ceremonies, or do you want to skip straight to our honeymoon?”

“Wait! Wait! Wait! What the fuck are you going on about?”

“I’m talking about our future, Evelyn.”

“You didn’t even wait for me to say yes first!”

“But you did, this afternoon, remember? You’ll be my wife the second I pop the question.”

“T-that was… I-I-I–“

“What’s wrong, Step-sis? Don’t you like me anymore?”

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. Our sweaty bodies touched; our penis kissed.

Evelyn’s raven hair blew by the breeze. I gazed into her jade-green.

“Evelyn, marry me.”

“Okay…”

“Okay?”

“Okay…” Evelyn blinked a few times. “What the fuck am I saying? YES, I’ll MARRY YOU, JOSH!” She leaped and hugged my neck, showering kisses on my lips.

“I’ll marry you; I’ll marry you; I’ll marry you!” She repeated between each kiss. “I’ll make a good wife; you’ll see!”

“I’ll hold you to it.” I cupped her face and wiped her tears. She was beaming like the sun.

I heard growling; Evelyn’s cheeks reddened.

“But first, let’s get back to our dinner. My barbecue is cold by now,” I said.

“Don’t worry! I can make us sandwiches! Let’s go, darling!”

Evelyn sprinted to the campsite. Her cock and balls bounced between her legs.

I looked at her back and shook my head with a smile.

‘There’s a long road ahead of us–my wife–Evelyn.’

THE END.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32