The Cabin Ch. 04

"Want me to hold back for you?" She asked, despite knowing the answer. She wanted to see it though, for Teresa to admit it yet again. Blair pulled back, letting the goth speak.

"Please don't... fuck me. Fuck my throat. Cum in my stomach. Make me swell with your seed." She begged, panting as she did so, barely letting herself breathe in her desperation to have Blair take her once again. The futanari couldn't help but smirk. Teresa really was completely under her sway, wanting only to be used by her. Even if she was able to function in society as normal, if Blair so much as said a word pertaining to fucking, she would return to this state.

"That's my girl." She said with no small amount of affection and moved away from Teresa. The goth whined in need, attempting to reach out for her mistress, but her hands were kept still by the vines, "Don't worry, just wanna try something." She reassured her. Ripping a shocked cry from her, Blair's vines tightened around her body and hefted her into the air. The tendrils were far stronger than they appeared, easily restraining her limbs and keeping her aloft, leaving only her neck without support. Her head lolled back, looking at Blair despite the inverted view.

The futanari only grinned at her, cock in hand. Her vines pulled Teresa closer, until her face was level with Blair's prick, its musk permeating the air around her and causing the moist desire between her legs to burn all the more brightly. She didn't want this, no, she needed this like she needed air. Her breaths came in laboured pants, every inhale only fuelling her craving. Blair grinned down at her as she held onto her inhuman sized cock.

She swayed it from side to side, keeping it within mere centimetres of Teresa's face. A whine escaped her lips, as her tongue reached out in a vain attempt to taste it again, but Blair tormented her further by pulling away just beyond her reach. Her eyes were wide, the pupils dilated like an addict's. Seeing this, Blair decided that she had tortured the goth enough and thrust forward. As if sensing her intentions, Teresa's mouth had fallen open as far as possible. Despite that, her maw was stretched even further by the incomparably girth of Blair's unnatural cock.

The protrusions at the tip scraped across the roof of her mouth as it barrelled inside and beyond. Due to her position, the path to her throat was as straight as could be, the orifice forced wide open as she was forced to take a prick no human possessed. Blair could see it clearly from her vantage point, as her cock sank deeper and deeper into Teresa's body, its shape bulging distinctly through her skin. The nubs around the head were pressed down from the snug throat around them.

The goth swallowed around it to ease the entry and to gulp down the abundant pre-cum gushing forth. Despite being far from her orgasm, her stomach was already beginning to bulge from the sheer amount of amber fluid filling her. The volume was great enough that, were she an ordinary woman, it would have risen back up and spilled past her lips. Her promise to Blair rose up in her mind; don't spill a single drop. Not that she had much of a choice.

Blair's crotch drew ever nearer to the goth's ecstatic eyes. Drool leaked around her mouth, running over her cheeks and into her hair, but neither of them cared, if anything Blair enjoyed the filthy look. One could easily see the motions of Teresa's throat as it continued to swallow around the massive obtrusion, wanting only to pleasure it and draw out more of that sought-after pre. Moans vibrated throughout her body, Teresa feeling her pussy blazing hotter and hotter with every inch that passed her taut lips. Her eyes caught the sight of Blair's balls looming closer.

The futanari had stripped off further. Her entire crotch hung free now, her balls mere inches from her knees and visibly throbbing with their impending load. Her vines were all about, a dozen them teasing and holding Teresa, while the rest filled Blair's overflowing snatch. The amber juices she made had long since accumulated on the floor, creating a growing puddle there as she pleasured herself. The goth in her grasp released a muffled whine of need, able to see her mistress's juices as they flowed freely. Her own pussy felt empty, achingly so.

Even so, Blair merely continued to tease her. The vines at her breasts squeezed, pulled and flicked at her nipples expertly, while others would gently stimulate her clit and pussy. Teresa had been brought the brink time and time again, always feeling like she would explode in a glorious eruption of her bliss. And yet, she couldn't. The pressure in her core only built greater and greater.

Were her mouth free, she would beg and plead for Blair to give her release. Of course, that was impossible with her slavering maw filled to and beyond capacity, alongside her throat and oesophagus being used in much the same way. She felt like she would go insane. Her pussy gushed with her desire to cum, her juices running over her tilted body to dirty her further, but no relief came. She was just a few inches from the base of Blair's cock.

Sudden hope ignited into existence in her mind. If she took it, maybe her mistress would let her cum. With that thought powering her desire to be filled and to reach her long denied orgasm, she summoned all of her strength, reaching out to grip Blair's hips. The futanari allowed her to do so, relaxing the grip of her vines just enough to permit Teresa some movement, who pulled with all her might to try and get those last few inches inside of her. The head of the cock had long since entered her stomach.

The acid inside didn't affect Blair. She had no intention of testing it out, but she was certain that her cock, or rather her body in general, was impervious to almost any damage. The only thing that might harm her would be a blade sharpened by an expert chef and designed to kill. Teresa had almost accomplished her goal, her idea that taking every inch would result in her own climax solidified itself in her mind as Blair's vines intensified their teasing. So close, she thought with her view filled entirely by those massive balls that held what she sought. With a grunt of effort, she managed to pull the rest inside.

Knowing when to reward good behaviour, Blair penetrated Teresa's pussy with her vines. The goth finally found her release, the coiled pressure that had been building tenser and tenser ever since Blair arrived finally snapping as she screamed around the monstrous cock. Ecstasy was represented by a complete slate of white in her mind, all thoughts about anything besides her pleasure were eviscerated. In this white slate, she saw only one thing, or rather one person: Blair. She was the only one who could give her this bliss.

Alice was finally able to wrench herself away from her roses. The scent had engraved itself into her mind, just the mere memory of it enough to have her longing for that aroma once more. But she had other work to do. She walked back into her house and into the kitchen. Surprisingly, the cookies hadn't been touched. She thought she'd been out there for quite some time, just sitting and breathing in the wonderful odour her roses suddenly produced. Guess not, she thought.

She had sat down and was unconsciously eating one when she heard a sudden cry. It was muffled, to the point that she thought it came from one of her neighbours, but the sound was recognisable to her. It was Teresa. Even if it had been years, almost a decade, since she heard her daughter scream, whether in fright or joy. This one was different however.

Alice didn't dwell on it however. She was on her feet and rushing up the stairs as if she were the flash. When she came to her daughter's room, she stopped. The scream had stopped, replaced by muffled moans of what could only be pleasure. Like the scream, Alice hadn't heard such a sound in a very long time. Her husband had little over six years ago, and his health had been deteriorating for at least four years before that. He was the only one she knew who had gotten such sounds out of her before.

And now, she heard Teresa making those same noises. But the only person in there with her was Blair, she thought, struggling to put the pieces together. Alice wasn't a fool, but the shock of it all slowed her mind to a near halt. For minutes, she stood there, with her hand trained to open the door. Until it finally clicked for her; Teresa and Blair were lesbians and having sex at that very moment. Alice's eyes widened and she stepped back, about to head back downstairs. But she stopped.

Maybe she should check on them? Make sure they weren't just doing something else, like watching porn. It wasn't much better, but at least they weren't having sex. Alice went back to the door, about to actually open it, but something stopped her. She was scared to open it. Scared to find that her daughter had been keeping such a massive secret from her for so long.

"What if they're just playing or something?" She asked herself aloud. It almost made her laugh; even she wouldn't buy that. To accentuate this doubt, she heard her daughter moan once again, the sound even more muffled than the door should have done. Unbidden, her mind conjured the image of her daughter and Blair in the 69 position and, too her horror, she felt jealous of her daughter. No, she told herself and shook the image from her mind, I should just leave them to it and ask Teresa about it later.

That was the right thing to do. It's what she should've done. But she didn't move an inch. Alice stood at that door, eyes trained on the fantastic drawings done by her only child, but she didn't see them. She saw beyond the wooden door and into the room, imagining the two doing all manor sexual acts. Unbeknownst to her, Alice's own pussy was damp with desire. A small, almost miniscule part of her wanted nothing more than to join them, but it was drowned out by her shock. Despite knowing better, she remained glued to the spot.

The sounds continued seemingly without end. There hadn't been another scream, however the moans rose and fell, no doubt with each explorative action Blair made, and they were taking their effect on the mother. Without realising it, she sat down and leaned her back against the door. Being closer now, she could hear it even clearer. What was she doing? She asked herself, but couldn't find the will to move.

Inside the room, Teresa had come down from her climax. Her throat was still stretched taut around Blair's prick, somehow not blocking her airways as she panted and moaned around it. With her orgasm at an end, the goth knew her mistress would use her to sate her own lusts now. The mere thought had her pussy clenching around the vines, wanting nothing more than to devour every gallon of seed Blair intended to dump in her stomach. But it would wait its turn.

The futanari wasted little time. She began to thrust her hips back and forth. With each thrust, she went to the hilt, her balls pressing hard against Teresa's head and only increasing the potency of her overwhelming musk. There was sweat on her scrotum, beads of it rolling down the vast expanse. She wasn't hot, far from it, she produced it consciously to further permeate the room with her scent. If Alice were to walk inside at that point, chances were she would have been overwhelmed in an instant as Blair's pheromones were released at full strength into the air. Before long, the only smell in the room was Blair's musk and Teresa's juices.

Her pace was slow at first. The sensation of Teresa's tight, wet throat clenching around her as she pulled out of it was truly wonderful, however the feeling of filling it to the brim once more couldn't be matched at that time. Blair didn't hold the beat for long, her lust naturally urging her hips to move faster and faster, with little care for the goth, whose face was bombarded repeatedly by the futanari's cumbersome sack. She had no complaints however as her forehead was basted in the pheromone-laden sweat.

Through the door, Alice could hear what sounded like squelching. Almost as if they were having sex and, from the sounds of it, with a rather fierce pace. She could hardly believe how easily her mind recognised those sounds, despite not having heard them for many years, and yet the memories of the noises resurged as she listened. Unconsciously, she began to lean her head to the side in order to press her ear against the door, wanting to hear the act more clearly. What was wrong with her? The question went unanswered as she continued to sit there.

Thanks to Blair's body and mind altered fluids, Teresa no longer had a gag reflex. The wet sounds of her throat being penetrated over and over again caused solely by her hungry salivation, however the intermingled gags were done to heighten the experience for Blair, who seemed to enjoy the sounds more than she consciously realised. Her pace had increased yet again, her thrusts quick enough that Teresa hardly noticed the emptiness in her gullet before it was filled once more. With each thrust she could feel her mistress's balls bloating larger with their impending load.

Both the submissive and her better knew that the climax was close. Even Alice, who could see none of what was happening, had a sense that something big was about to happen. Blair's pace only increased further and further, until her hips were barely a blur to the human eye, a speed that she maintained naturally. Feeling her orgasm approaching, she leaned down until her mouth was inches from Teresa's ear, and her jackhammer paced thrusts slowed.

"Get ready, my little cum lover." Those last four words, they seemed to hang in the goth's mind. She wasn't being necessarily referred to as Blair's lover, though that was implied, but rather she was being called exactly what she was; a cum lover. And she wanted nothing more than to solidify that fact in both hers and Blair's minds. To do so, she began sucked with all her might, cheeks turning convex and her eyes looking up at her mistress as best they could. The futanari clearly enjoyed this as her pace rapidly returned to its inhuman speed.

Swell me, make me huge again. Fill up your little cum slut. The words screamed through Teresa's mind, her tongue moving to try and convey them. Though the sounds from her mouth were unintelligible, they more than served the purpose of getting her point across. Blair's thrusts became harder and slower, purposeful rather than crazed jabs with her hips. Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me. Those four words repeated like a mantra in the goth's head as she awaited Blair's seed.

"Remember," She began, holding still at the hilt, "Every," She began pulling away, "Last," Only the head remained in Teresa's mouth, "Drop." With that final word, she gave the hardest shove yet, sending all 30 inches of rock hard cock into the goth's throat, straight down through her oesophagus and barrelling into her already bloated stomach. Mere seconds after that, the first of many deluges of seed came racing down Blair's shaft. Teresa felt it through the pillar as clear as day.

The force of Blair's ejaculation was like a punch to the gut. Her stomach visibly distorted around the forceful spurt, the forceful spray quickly reducing to a slow trickle and allowing her distended middle to take on a rounded, almost pregnant look. To any outside who saw her like that, sans Blair and her inhuman body, would assume her to be well into her second trimester. That was the sum total of the futanari's pre-cum and the first of many sprays.

Outside the room, Alice heard what sounded like a man during orgasm. The loud gasp, the grunt of lust, the sound of their hips hitting their partner's as they came inside of them. This confused her and, for a moment, she conjured possibly the most ridiculous image she'd ever thought of in her life; Blair with a penis jutting from her crotch. It nearly broke her out of the lustful haze that she had become suffused in, but not quite. The horribly – deliciously ¬¬– naughty sounds that she knew were a product of Blair's and Teresa's pleasure.

It was disgusting – wonderful – to be listening like she was. If she were an animal, her ears would be at attention, trying to capture every slight deviation in the volume and tone. She hated – loved – it. She hated – loved – how she only wanted to stay there and keep listening, how she wanted nothing more than to open that door and watch it. There was that smell as well; the same as her roses. It was intoxicating. Just like Blair's perfume, she thought.

Another spray released into Teresa. It was the fourth to be let loose, her stomach appearing to resemble a woman overdue with quadruplets, and she was far from done expanding. Blair's hips lazily thrust back and forth, while Teresa continued to suck on her prick as best she could, effectively milking it for more of that overwhelming seed she unashamedly loved. Not a drop rose back up into her mouth. As much as she wanted to taste it, Blair's command was paramount.

Over and over again she was filled to even greater dimensions. Before long, most of her mass was centred at her middle. Due to all the fluid inside of it, her still expanding stomach hung off the sides of her abdomen, despite the impossibly thick consistency of the liquid filling it. Even so, the near perfect orb rose high above Blair's head, seemingly determined to meet the ceiling. And, with no end to Blair's climax in sight, that possibility was more than feasible.

Only as the taut flesh of her stomach met the roof of Teresa's room, did Blair's orgasm come to an end. The futanari held still where she was, cock pulsing and releasing the remnants of her climax lazily, expanding the goth's stomach another inch. The cool surface of the ceiling pressed against her, sending a chill through Teresa's body and causing her fluid filled abdomen to quiver like jelly. If she had the strength, she would have giggled at the feeling of her belly button, having popped out during her expansion, being pushed into the roof. In the back of her mind she knew that this amount was a great deal more than Blair had produced before.

After a minute of letting the dregs of her cum leak out, she pulled out. A long, drawn out sigh accompanied the sight and feeling of her still erect cock scraping against the walls of Teresa's throat, the constricting oesophagus combined with the continued suction drew out one final spurt of seed. The last drop fell on Teresa's hungering tongue, sending a thrill of delight through her at the transcendent flavour. Blair stepped away, looking the physical proof of her production up and down in amazement; it was a great deal more than she had produced earlier that day. She gently set Teresa down on the floor and looked herself over.

It had gone completely unnoticed. Blair almost slapped her face in disbelief, even smirking at how blind she could be at times. Had she been so absorbed in her own world, that she failed to notice her body changing, albeit subtly? Apparently so. Looking at herself, she noticed her breasts were marginally bigger, an inch at most. Her cock, thirty inches last time she had estimated its length, had gained a fair bit more. From what she could see, with her quickly growing experienced eyes, it was now 32 to 33 inches at the least. Her balls had gained about the same as her bust.

She was pleased to know that she was going to continue growing. In her mind, she recalled the plant gaining in size after each and every session they had together. By that logic, she would only keep on reaching new proportions, and possibly without end. That thought firmly lodged in her head, she moved to Teresa. The goth was weakly moaning as her hands strained to wrap around her stomach. A futile effort given its sheer mass.