Lindsey Belmont’s knuckles were white as she gripped her steering wheel, racing home through the late afternoon traffic. She was still blushing from her encounter at the gym. How many people had seen her wardrobe malfunction? She was desperate for some privacy.
Her apartment was only a few miles away, but rush hour was slowing her progress to a crawl. She fidgeted with her seatbelt, which drew her attention back to the tight athletic shirt she was still wearing. Thank god she hadn't bust out of that too. The muscular redhead knew from experience what her body could do, so she tried to buy clothes made of stretchy material whenever she could.
The sound of the ripping hoodie still echoed in Lindsey's ears. Her mind went back to the shirt Becca had given her, and she felt her cheeks flush again. She switched on the radio. Anything to take her mind off Becca Bloom. Becca and her blooming biceps...
Lindsey was proud of herself for going out of her comfort zone and trying this new experience, but to expect herself to resist Becca's advances... to turn down her invitation... it was simply too much. That smile... those curves...
Lindsey wasn't just turned on, she was practically in heat. She was so far beyond horny, she felt drunk with arousal. She'd have to take care of herself soon if she didn't want to lose any more articles of clothing.
Red light. Her journey ground to a halt. This was the last place Lindsey wanted to be right now, trapped in a glass box, surrounded by a sea of people.
She chewed her lip and tried to keep her hands on the steering wheel. It was difficult to control her racing mind, so she focused on breathing instead. Anything to keep her hands - and thoughts - away from the hardening cock that was bucking and straining in her pants.
What’s the statistic? Men think about sex every seven seconds?
In Lindsey’s case, seven would have been a record.
She was one of those astronomically rare specimens of "futanari”, or “the third gender” as it was sometimes known. Not only was she born with the functional equipment of both sexes, but– how had the doctors put it? She'd won the “hormonal lottery” with her rare "condition". It was that genetic mutation, her doctors said, that blessed her with a potent double-dose of natural growth hormones from both sexes, which had accelerated and amplified her muscle growth, as well as causing "exceptional development of her sexual characteristics".
Green light.
Puberty had collided with Lindsey like a freight train, and in the years since, many things had gotten harder... the obvious one being her developing body. It was also getting harder to hide that body. She tried to keep her rapid muscle gain concealed in public, to avoid drawing further attention to her body, and what other secrets it might be hiding. Now, at the potent age of 23, her sex drive was getting out of hand. There were days she cursed her gift, but she never forgot that it was a gift. The doctors had said a naturally occurring case like hers was one-in-a-billio-oh fuck this traffic!
Red light.
Lindsey adjusted her seat trying to get comfortable, but her pants were just too tight. One of the methods she’d developed for keeping her erection under control in public was stuffing it into a tight pair of jeans, to keep it pinned against her leg. On top of that she’d wear a second pair of loose-fitting baggy track pants, to hide the bulge. The double-pants trick had been working well enough, but she was a growing girl, and she usually didn’t make herself wait this long. Or let herself get this worked up.
She was feeling so pumped, but her workout had been so cut short. That couldn't be what was making her feel so powerful. Like she needed to lift something really heavy. She wanted to get out of her car and start bench pressing the 500-pound automobile in the middle of the street. She let her thoughts linger on how many reps the might be able to hammer out, before it started to add to the pressure in her pants. Lindsey blamed her boy-parts for those juvenile thoughts. They were the source of all that testosterone coursing through her freckled, muscular body.
"I really need some tinted windows" she told herself as she looked around, wishing she had enough privacy to pull out her needy dick and stroke it with both hands, stuffing her mouth full of that raging cock. It felt like she hadn't cum for days. She shifted uncomfortably when she remembered she'd already fapped once this afternoon. Earlier this hour, in fact. At the gym.
The first thing the redheaded futa had seen when she arrived at GRANITE had been Becca Bloom’s stunning smile and hard flexed bicep, towering above her on the wall. Lindsey had been so flustered by the sight, and the realization of where she was, that she had to duck into the women’s bathroom to “compose” herself.
That was when she’d bolted into the handicap stall and unzipped her duffel bag, to retrieve the empty wide-mouth thermos she always carried with her. Another essential precaution to keeping her rampant cock in check. The thermos was just the right size to hold one of her loads without spilling, and the air-tight seal could hide the smell of cum from anyone nearby.
The pressure in Lindsey’s pants continued to build as she visualized the very thing that had caused her to fill that thermos to the brim: the giant wall-sized picture of Becca, displaying her muscular arms for the whole gym to see. Now that Lindsey was a member of that gym, she supposed Becca was flexing for her too.
Green light. Five blocks from home.
Becca Bloom was Instagram-famous, and Lindsey had avoided visiting GRANITE for years, precisely because it was home to the notorious trainer. She wanted to lay low, and Becca had a reputation for singling out quiet girls like her, and stripping them bare before building them back up.
It was that "stripping bare" part Lindsey was worried about. She had decided she could build herself up just fine without a type-A trainer like Becca setting her goals for her, dangling carrots she wasn't even sure she wanted to eat. She could do without the glitter bikinis and fake tans, and she could especially do without half-naked photos of herself all over Instagram thank you very much.
"Then why did you go?" Lindsey asked herself. "You knew she would drive you crazy."
A long silence followed, and she realized she had just answered her own question.
You knew she would drive you crazy.
She turned up the radio.
Lindsey had seen some pretty unreal photos of Becca online, but the social media queen had looked even better today in-person. Lindsey felt a shiver of excitement tense her back as she remembered the expression on Becca's face when their eyes had met for the first time. Technically Lindsey was the one who'd caught the trainer checking her out, but somehow, it felt the other way around to the statuesque redhead.
Most people who met Lindsey for the first time couldn’t keep their eyes from wandering, especially if any of her muscle definition was showing. Becca was different. Her predatory gaze made Lindsey feel like Becca already knew everything about her, the moment she saw her.
Like Becca knew all about the biggest secret she had. The one Lindsey tried to keep concealed every day of her life. Yet strangely, she had enjoyed the way Becca had made her feel… exposed. Pinned down. It should have been a nightmare for her. Maybe this was a nightmare, everything was slowing down again.
Red light. Three blocks from home. This was definitely maybe a nightmare.
Lindsey flexed her right leg experimentally. The bulging muscles of her quad tensed up and mashed her swelling cock against the overstuffed denim. She relaxed and flexed again, savoring the feeling of her chiseled quad muscles massaging her thick meat log. She could feel the veins against her thigh, pulsing to the beat of her heart.
Inside the jeans, her cock head was exposed and leaking. The denim dragged sweetly against her sensitive tip, as her shaft swelled against her granite quads. The rubbing and kneading felt so good she had to stop before she passed the point of no return.
She let her leg relax and thrust her cock forward, feeling it surge into the last few inches of free space, growing even bigger and harder than before. She tried flexing both her leg and her erection at the same time, and heard a loud snap as something ripped in the crotch of her jeans. Lindsey felt her throbbing dick immediately grow to fill the new space, tightening up the slack that had just formed. She cursed the repairs she would have to make when she got home. She couldn't afford to throw out a new pair of “safety jeans” after a single use.
Green light. She floored it, praying no cops would stop her a block from home. In her current condition, the horny, frustrated futa didn’t think she could hide what she was packing, and she certainly didn’t have a concealed carry permit for the weapon between her legs.
2
Lindsey dropped her gym bag and slammed the door behind her, immediately pulling her baggy track pants down to her ankles, revealing the overstuffed denim jeans that were causing her such discomfort. She kicked off the baggy warm-ups, and was massaging the hard wooden log in her pants, when movement caught her eye. It was her own reflection in the hallway mirror. She turned to inspect herself.
The bulge in her pants was obscene, stretching most of the way to her knee, with a dark stain of precum soaking into the fabric. The shape of her package was clearly visible, especially with her orange-sized balls so obviously stuffed into the sausage casing. There was a split in the denim near the crotch, revealing a few angry inches of hard, straining cock flesh, veins thundering as they pumped more blood into her thickening trunk.
Looking down at her freshly ruined pants was the last straw. Lindsey’s frustration won out.
“Fuck it. This is kinda hot.”
She took a deep breath and thrust her hips forward, finally allowing herself to flex her cock at full strength. She groaned with the exertion, but the sound of tearing denim drowned her out, as her powerful cock surged forward, gaining a few inches in length and girth as it ripped halfway through Lindsey’s pants.
“Shit!” She gasped, flush with excitement. “That's unreal--“
She put her hands on her hips and turned to inspect the destruction her dick was causing in the mirror. The denim was frayed to thin white fibers around her zipper. When she took a deep breath and tightened up her cock again, a web of veins pulsed across the surface, her thickening meat splitting the tear further open. Wanting to see how far she could take it, Lindsey put her hands behind her head and flexed her cock rhythmically, each thrust of her hips rewarded by a few more snapping fibers.
She gathered a handful of her tattered jeans in each fist and pulled them tight, as she shoved her straining dick against the fabric, flexing it as hard as she could. This time she tore her right pant leg open, all the way to the knee. Her engorged cock sprung out, swinging up and thudding against her chest, where it left a smear of precum across the front of her shirt.
Now freed from captivity, Lindsey's dick continued to inflate. It was slowly stretching and thickening as it grew to its full, intimidating size.
Taking a few breaths to steady herself, Lindsey considered her options. She knew the most sensible thing to do would be strip off the rest of her clothes right now, hop in the shower, and beat-off to her heart’s content. If she was going to paint the walls with her pent-up frustration, better to make a mess in the bathroom for easier cleanup.
But today felt different to Lindsey, worth celebrating. Plus, she had to admit that the thought of ripping her jeans with nothing but the force of her erection had gotten her more turned on than she ever would have guessed. Or did she have her new trainer to thank for that?
Ultimately, she decided she could afford to indulge. Reward herself for being a good girl with Becca. But how long could that last? If she had gotten this out of control on day one… Lindsey took another breath to steady herself. She had gotten this far by planning ahead and taking precautions. She just needed to plan further ahead, take more precautions. Maybe start carrying a second thermos?
One sensible decision she could make right now was no more unnecessary clothing destruction. Her athletic shirt had made it this far, so she stripped it off, taking her sports bra with it in one fluid motion. She looked at her reflection in the mirror again, now topless to the waist, where the tatters of her jeans still clung to her left leg.
“What would Becca think, to see me like this?” The thought frightened her, though she couldn’t specifically say why.
She supposed her overdeveloped body would be intimidating, even terrifying for most people to behold. But Becca appreciated muscle, didn’t she? The way she proudly displayed her own ripped biceps at every opportunity, surely that meant she’d find Lindsey’s even-bigger arms appealing... didn’t it?
Lindsey knew this fantasy wasn’t a good road to go down. She had accepted Becca’s offer, gotten a membership. She’d have to see her trainer again tomorrow. Whatever Becca-related thoughts she lingered on here, in private, they would only make it harder to face the gorgeous girl without blushing. And without doing other things...
Things like slamming her fit trainer up against the mirrored wall of the gym's second floor, fucking her tight little cunt right in the middle of Crossfit practice, right in front of all the– unhh...
Her neglected dick throbbed, ejecting a copious blob of precum. This load had some distance and splattered the floor a few feet away, leaving a thin strand dangling from her pulsing cannon.
Lindsey didn’t have much experience controlling herself around girls she liked. She either let loose, or ran away, and the last time she let loose… well she was still running from that.
She realized she was staring at her open gym bag on the floor, with the rolled up GRANITE t-shirt staring back at her. Becca’s picture was on that too, though she wasn’t flexing in this one. She had her arms spread wide across the expanse of the logo, like she was leaning back against it, with her chiseled 8-pack abs on display as the main attraction.
“She really does love attention”, Lindsey murmured as she bent down to pick up the shirt. She paused halfway, as she felt her stiff cock press into her own ample tits. She bent lower, letting her erection support the weight of one breast while the other hung free.
She was constantly surprised by the new sensations her growing body gave her. A few years ago she’d enjoyed feeling the tip of her cock nuzzling the underside of her tits. Last year it had been the sensitive ridge of her cock's flared helmet, grazing her nipple. Today she hardly had to lean down at all for her length to extend well past her nipples. When she bent over this far, it practically touched her chin.
When she thought about how much bigger she might get, a nervous tremor shuddered through her body. It began in her shoulders, tingled down her spine, and ended with a throbbing twitch of her cock, as it spat out another dollop of precum. Absentmindedly, she ran her finger through the slippery glob of pre, dabbing and spreading it around her bulbous tip.
She had mixed feelings about the way her penis had continued to gain size and strength each year, well past adolescence. Did she really need a bigger dick than she already had? Why did the thought of gaining extra inches excite her so much?
Logically, Lindsey felt she should resent the way her sex organs had continued to grow past puberty, because it made her "condition" progressively harder to conceal and maintain. Yet her body and brain chemistry told her she wanted to get huge. To be the biggest and strongest, able to take what she wants... and who she wants... worshiped and feared... to fulfill the destiny the strange doctor would talk about...
But what could she do about the way she'd been born? Thanks to her raging hormones, she had so much pent-up energy all the time, she simply HAD to work out to burn some of it off. She gained muscle so easily, she couldn’t help but outgrow her clothes as quickly as she bought them. All those things were problem enough without having to feel guilty on top of it. She never asked to have this overdeveloped sex drive, this needy monster between her legs, so she decided today she wouldn't feel guilty about enjoying the "perks" of her rare endowment.
She reached down and grabbed the still-intact left leg of her jeans, pulling with increasing force as she watched her reflection. Her eyes drank in the sight of her freckle-dusted biceps straining, veins bulging with exertion. But Lindsey's study of her shredded bicep striations was cut short, when the resistance suddenly disappeared, her arms flew apart, and she was left holding half of a pant leg in each hand.
Dropping the pieces, she gratified herself with a full body flex, squeezing everything she had into a double biceps pose that made her nude torso look like the statue of a greek god in the final weeks of contest prep. She was feeling jacked from that display of power, and she wanted more than anything to beat her meat, right here and now, not giving a fuck about the mess.
She eyed her feral sausage warily, placing a single finger near the base and pressing down, testing it's rigidity. She had to apply a good amount of force to aim the girthy beast closer to horizontal. Feeling the strength of its bucking resistance caused her to start leaking precum again as another wave of arousal surged through her.
"Not on the carpet Lindz." She said wagging a finger, as though lecturing her cock. "You can be a fucking grown-up for five seconds."
With the tattered remains of her jeans still around her knees, the freckled futa shuffled into her bathroom. She was humming the song that had been playing on the radio.
3
Without taking time to think through the consequences of what she was doing, Lindsey pulled the GRANITE shirt down over her head and adjusted the fit around her bulky upper body, before switching on the lights, and facing herself in the bathroom mirror. She wanted to see how she'd look from her trainer's perspective.
The shirt was tight everywhere, and very thin. The size and shape of Lindsey's stiff nipples were clearly visible through the light grey fabric, as were the deep-cut ridges of her washboard abs. Becca’s sultry expression gazed back at her from the shirt's logo, stretched cartoonishly across Lindsey’s wide chest. She chuckled when she realized Becca's arms were spread across Lindsey's tits as if to say "Mine!"
But the real spectacle was the towering cock sticking straight up in front of Lindsey, aching with stiffness. From her perspective, it looked like her colossal dick was pinning the miniature Becca between her giant tits. It was difficult to reassure herself she didn't want to get any bigger when she kept having thoughts like that...
The freckled futa placed her left hand around the base of her cock, and began to slowly stroke and squeeze. She knew it wouldn’t take much to set her off now. She raised her right arm up and flexed her bicep hard, inspecting it’s size and definition. Much bigger than Becca’s. Why did the thought of Becca's reaction turn her on, she wondered?
Lindsey gripped with both hands stroking up and down the length of her hardness, thumbs teasing the sensitive ridge of her cock head, causing it to spurt more and more copious jets of pre-cum. The geyser was about to erupt. She could feel her nuts tighten up as her ivory pillar reared with a life of it’s own.
She pulled her hands away and eyed the shower in the corner of the bathroom. Then her eyes traveled to the supply cabinet where she kept her cleaning products.
"Painting the mirror" was a special indulgence for Lindsey. She had done it accidentally the first time– lost control and made a mess everywhere. While cleaning it up, she'd felt ashamed for losing control, but she couldn’t forget how hot it had looked. Which is why she had eventually done it again. And again. Though she tried each time to talk herself out of it.
“What would Becca think?”
If Lindsey was trying to talk herself down, that was the wrong question to ask. She grinned mischievously as she lifted her shirt, revealing her bare, muscular torso. She tucked her bucking erection between her freckled tits, and pulled the shirt back down, hiding her towering cock from view, but definitely not concealing it. The shirt bulged obscenely, and the fabric was already soaked, from the now-constant leaking of her precum.
Damn– was this shirt ruined too? It already looked pretty stretched out, and the fabric was flimsy enough that it might not bounce back.
“Fuck it. I think I like this.” Lindsey said as she placed her hands on the collar of the GRANITE shirt and tore it open like a Becca-piñata.
Instead of candy– tits and cock spilled out of Lindsey’s shirt, as she ripped it down the middle, revealing her pale freckled torso, packed with shredded muscle. She turned her side to the mirror and examined her figure in profile. It was a striking silhouette. Heavenly tits, boulder shoulders, a tiny waist. But her cock dominated her form. It really is getting awfully big... she thought.
The redhead hefted her balls for a moment, cupping one in each palm, while she watched her towering cock throb and leak as she kept herself on the edge. Riding this feeling was the best part of Lindsey’s day, so she made sure to enjoy her time in paradise. She closed her eyes in bliss, and leaned forward, letting her cock rub against her face. She pressed it to her forehead, letting her nose and lips drag over the ridges, smearing the slick tip across her cheek, kissing it slowly and grazing the crown with her teeth.
When she felt the lightning of her climax strike, her breath caught in her throat. She opened her eyes to see her reflection, as she aimed her big dick towards the mirror. She held it firmly with both hands near the base, feeling it throb as the floodgates opened. She gave it a few quick pumps with both hands for good measure, as the first salvo erupted all over the mirror.
Lindsey’s cum was thick and white, clinging to the glass and coating it instead of running down. She kept stroking herself and blasting the mirror with another dozen spurts. Each ejaculation of her seed appeared to be nearly as big as the one that came before.
She paused her stroking to grip her bucking hardness tightly by the base, letting her cock continue to unload its massive jets against the glass. She held her breath and listened to the sound of her heavy loads hitting the bathroom mirror, adding more fuel to the fire of her climax.
After another 10 seconds of unloading on the glass, the area in front of her was totally obscured by her thick white cum. Showing little sign of slowing, Lindsey pointed her still-erupting dick into the sink, where it quickly backed up the drain, and began to fill the basin with her seed.
The muscular futa released her grip on her cock, letting it continue to spurt into the sink, while she leaned both hands on the bathroom countertop. She breathed heavily, watching the muscles of her torso expand and contract, with occasional twitches and shudders, as she continued to shoot her cum into the sink. It would be another dozen spurts before she slowed, at which point the sink was nearly overflowing.
Lindsey was stunned. She’d never cum this much in a single orgasm before. She staggered back to inspect the damage. This was going to take some cleaning. Cum was splattered everywhere. Not just on the mirror and countertop, but it had splashed onto the shower curtains, the towels, all over the floor. The force of her ejaculation had even splattered a good amount on the ceiling.
Then she noticed she was still semi-hard. Usually after an extra-big load, she’d stay soft for hours or more, if she didn’t try working herself up. Though it was was sagging under its own weight, Lindsey had to admit her cock actually looked beefier and thicker than before. Once again, the flushed futa found she was impressed by her own stamina.
She gripped her cock and slapped it on the countertop a few times, beating even more hardness and rigidity into it. This was either a rare occasion, or the new normal. Either way, she decided the bathroom cleanup could wait until she found her limit for the evening.
4
Lindsey gave herself a quick down rinse in the shower, and toweled off without much touching, allowing her cock to regain its strength. Pulling on a pair of fuzzy pink pajama pants, the freckled beauty tucked her semi inside, strode out of the bathroom, and jumped onto the couch, still topless.
She sat cross legged, enjoying the feeling of her big smooth balls cradled between her thighs and the fuzzy pajamas. The redhead tucked her hair behind her ears and began pulling it into a side braid, to prepare for what came next.
She switched on the tv, and fished her stiffening cock out of her pajama pants. It was already hard enough for her to begin, but she stroked it a few times anyway. She liked to give it a few hard pumps and then just feel it grow in her fist. When she gripped it just right, she could feel the veins of her cock rub the inside of her palm, as the shaft grew upwards through her fist like a beanstalk.
The last thing she’d been watching was a documentary on female bodybuilders, so she decided to pick up where she left off. As fap-material it was pretty standard for Lindsey. She had always been a little sexually conflicted, but muscular women held the strongest, most natural attraction for her. She supposed she had lots of instincts driving her to want pussy, with an equal attraction to powerful physiques. And cocks...
Curling up like a cat, the freckled futa brought her erect dick to her lips and began to suck on it. Her hands worked up and down the length of the shaft while she kissed the tip, lapping up the steady flow of precum, as her eyes drifted between the tv screen and the giant cock stuffed in her mouth.
This is pushing it, even for a cheat day, she began to scold herself. In her teenage years Lindsey had done this kind of thing more often, indulging in wild and reckless evenings of fapping and self-exploration. Before college, she'd spent an entire "summer of passion" giving into those urges. Until she decided she needed to buckle down and create some self-imposed limits around her masturbation habits. But those rules weren't faring much better than her clothes, when it came to standing in the way of her sex drive.
Thinking of that summer reminded Lindsey of how much bigger she'd gotten in the years since. As a teenager, sucking her own cock had required acrobatic feats and a few sprained back muscles. During her later years of college, it was big enough to kiss when she sat hunched-forward at her desk. She'd done so much homework in that position she had worried it was going to give her bad posture. But now she could lay back stretching out on the couch, and her rigid flesh pole would nestle snugly between her tits. She loved being able to tit-fuck herself through an entire abdominal workout of crunches and sit-ups.
Lindsey's attention drifted back to the bodybuilder girls posing on the screen, and she realized she had been so caught up in her thoughts of herself, she hadn't been paying attention. Usually she would enjoy watching those girls flex on stage just as much as porn, but today it was somehow less satisfying. She enjoyed their posing routines, but found she kept comparing their physiques to her own. I'd almost rather be watching a video of myself fapping…
“Mh- Fhk- ohmghd.” Suddenly Lindsey was cumming in her mouth, choking to swallow her first mouthful. She closed her eyes tight as she embraced her erupting volcano. Fortunately this load wasn’t as big as her first, but she did go on cumming for a while, desperately swallowing each mouthful to make room for the next, fighting for air in between. Her mind tumbled through a cascade of guilty thoughts as she drank herself down.
Fixating on her own body had pushed her over the edge this time. It made her feel extra guilty somehow. Like double-masturbation. But she told herself she was testing her limits today. For research purposes only....
Clearing her throat, the redhead inspected the couch around her. No mess this time. Miraculously she’d managed to swallow all but a few drops that had fallen on her freshly cleaned tits. She smiled as she tweaked her nipples back to perky hardness. For science, of course.
Her dick hadn’t deflated at all this time, probably because she had continued blowing herself while she came, leaving her fully hard and ready to go again by the end of it. She guessed there would be at least one more load in her heavy, swollen balls, so she reached for the coffee table to retrieve one of the Magnum XL condoms she kept scattered around her apartment. The XL size was a little snug, and they broke more often than the guarantee on the package said they should, but when they worked, the convenience was undeniable.
She tore the condom wrapper open with her teeth, and stretched it over her re-inflating dick. She only pulled it a quarter of the way down her prodigious length, leaving some room for her cum to balloon out the tip. She found this reduced the likelihood of her bigger loads breaking the condom.
The thin plastic was stretched to transparent around her girthy spear. Lindsey didn’t bother sucking herself this time. She was feeling emboldened by her performance earlier today. The strength to rip those jeans... The mirror... Now that spectacle was burned in her brain. She was having a hard time keeping her thoughts away from the image, but found it was equally challenging to replace it with something hotter.
She used one hand to stroke steadily along her shaft, while her other hand began to wander, exploring her pumped up body. Roaming fingers caressed her abs, fondling and squeezing her tits, dancing along her chest as she traced the veins that streaked her striated pecs.
The bodybuilders were still posing on the tv, but she decided to switch it off. She was giving herself enough of a show. The dark tv screen was now giving Lindsey a clear reflection of herself on the couch. She watched from the new angle as she pumped her meaty prick, studying the way her balls tightened and throbbed at the root. This was new territory, and it excited her. It certainly wasn’t the first time she’d jerked off to herself, but she'd never quite gone so far as to choose her reflection over "porn".
After four minutes of slow, blissful stroking, Lindsey was cumming into the condom with carefree abandon. She didn’t notice her first few jets had practically filled it to the size of a small water balloon, and it was growing bigger with each pump. Lindsey had burst plenty of condoms, but she usually had the forethought to do it in the shower.
Today she at least had the presence of mind to pull the condom off her still-cumming dick, and hold the over-filled rubber tightly closed. She stood and aimed her bucking dick towards the front door, sending her final cum shots several feet down the hallway to spatter against the hardwood floor.
That hallway was like her landing strip when she couldn’t reach the bathroom in time. At least the hardwood was easy to clean, she thought as she tied off the condom and set the sloshing balloon down carefully on the coffee table. Sometimes she hit the walls when she unloaded from a distance, but the cum stains she left behind were a good reminder to keep practicing her aim. She'd never hit the door from this far away, but after a day like this, she knew she couldn't rule it out.
Finally spent, her huge dick sagged and grew soft, and she was satisfied she could be done for the night. Lindsey tucked her big softy into her pajama pants, stretched, yawned, and went to get her cleaning supplies.
5
“Let’s get you under control, at least until this mess is cleaned up."
Lindsey tried not to dwell on the way she was talking to her cock, as she wrapped duct duct tape around it to bind it to her leg. She stopped after 3 loops of the tape, and gave it an experimental flex. It seemed like it would hold.
The buff redhead kept her shirt off while she cleaned. She knew from experience she was going to get messy. Plus, she enjoyed wiping away the jizz to reveal her reflection, uncovering the powerful, freckled body that had deposited such a big load in the first place. She decided she was open to the possibility of jerking off ooooone more time, if the urge struck her...
And at that thought, she felt blood rushing back to her dick, causing it to grow several inches in a single twitch.
“Damn girl, look at you.” She said to herself in the mirror, shaking her head as she turned sideways to check out her profile. Her pajama pants were already beginning to tent out around her stiffening dick, despite the three layers of duct tape that were supposed to be keeping the monster cock pinned down. The tape was stretched, but holding for now.
Lindsey managed to finish cleaning the bathroom without further incident. Now she just wanted to do something more with her evening than masturbate til bedtime. Still full of energy, the young futa decided to get a light workout in, and went to use the pull-up bar she had installed in the doorway of her laundry room, where it connected to the hallway. This was a good exercise to keep her hands busy.
Still topless, the ripped redhead jumped to grab the bar with both hands, and began lifting herself rhythmically, pumping her back muscles into sharp definition with each pull. She was only 30 reps into her set when she heard a snap, and realized her thickening dick was already shredding the triple-layer of duct tape. Perhaps she secretly wanted to keep ripping things...
But she didn't want to stop her workout, so the pumped futa decided to just go with it. She continued powering out the reps, trying to see if she could rip through the tape completely before she finished her set. It ended up only taking her another 50 reps before she felt the tape give out, unable to withstand the force of Lindsey's raging erection.
She switched to one-armed pull-ups, and reached into her pants to stroke herself with her free hand. Her own vigorous potency was driving her wild. Gripping her thick dick near the base, Lindsey pumped her shaft with her left arm while she pulled herself up with the right. She trembled at the feeling of a single pumped-up bicep supporting her full bodyweight. Suddenly, a twitch of lightning in her cock told her she was about to blow again. She hadn't even thought about where she would cum this time.
As she turned to look back into the laundry room behind her, Lindsey's nose bumped into her jutting bicep, the mountainous peak filling her view. This is fine... she thought as she pressed her lips to the shaking bicep that held her up. This is what I want her to feel...
She flexed her bicep until it's tightness became indistinguishable from the tightness in her cock. She felt the pressure release first in her balls, as the shaking tremors of her orgasm thundered through her, making her erupt like a volcano.
She could feel her cock bucking against her palm as she unloaded copious blasts of cum down the leg of her fuzzy pink pajama pants. She continued to hold herself up with one arm, as her thick spunk rained down on the hardwood, collecting in milky puddles.
She was tempted to tug aside her ruined pants, to paint the walls with her potent seed, just to revel in the display of overwhelming sexual dominance. She imagined what the stain on the wall might look like. How could she ever explain it, if anyone came to visit? The fantasy overtook her, and suddenly Becca was there in her apartment, making herself a pre-workout smoothie in her kitchen. Then fantasy-Becca turned and saw Lindsey on the pull-up bar, just as she was. Before she realized what she was doing, Lindsey's free hand was tugging at the waistband of her pajamas, pulling them down to let her erupting dick out.
I can always repaint... never liked this color anyway... Lindsey began to splatter her batter against the wall in front of her, frosting it with an off-white accent. Despite all the spunk she had released down her pant leg, she found there was plenty left to cover her canvas. When the forceful spurts of her ejaculation began to slow, Lindsey milked the last few ropes of jizz from her balls to complete her work of modern art on the wall.
Groaning with relief, the panting, sweating futa released her grip on pull-up bar, dropping into the sticky mess below. Despite the pooling cum soaking into the hardwood, she felt amazing. Fully pumped, thoroughly satisfied. Her hands rest on her knees as she bent double caching her breath. The smell of her own sweet, spicy cum assaulted her nostrils as she inhaled deeply.
Then she stood up, set her sights on the gigantic splatter of cum on the wall in front of her, and remembered she had a lot of cleaning to do.
As the fuzzy warmth of her adrenaline-fueled orgasms faded, cold reality snapped back into focus.
Actually– she had several problems to figure out tonight. She was going back to GRANITE tomorrow.
To see Becca...
And she didn't have a thing to wear.