Omigod what are you doing Lindz?! She scolded herself as Becca closed and locked the door behind them. It took every ounce of Lindsey’s self control not to grab Becca from behind and start tearing her clothes off the moment she heard the lock click into place… but she needed to continue letting Becca lead.
That was Lindsey's only rule today. It had worked out pretty well so far, getting her into this private back room with Becca – literally the girl of her dreams. Lindsey believed that sitting on her hands was the best way – perhaps the only way – to keep herself from getting too carried away with her coach. But there was no place to sit in the narrow room, so Lindsey leaned against the wall with her arms crossed behind her back.
Becca spun on her heel to face her prize with a devilish gleam in her eye.
“Warm enough?” Becca sauntered closer, practically willing Lindsey’s jacket open with the intensity of her gaze.
“It’s big.” Lindsey blurted out. She felt the need to prepare her unsuspecting trainer, now the moment of truth was nearly upon them. “Like… really big.”
“So you’re saying I’m gonna have to use two hands?” Becca stepped in closer and began to unzip the jacket, her minutes-old promise of a massage already forgotten.
“I’m gonna make a mess when… I… I can't always control myself.” Lindsey remembered her duffel bag with the thermoses was still outside. “We should really be in a room with a drain or something. Do you have towels in here?”
Her words fell on deaf ears. Becca was oblivious to everything but the package she was currently unwrapping.
Underneath the track jacket, Lindsey’s form-fitting athletic T-shirt was stretched around her bulging cock. Becca grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, desperate to feast her eyes on her client’s cock meat.
Lindsey was just as transfixed – by Becca’s reaction. She watched her coach’s face intently, taking in every detail: pursed lips, flushed cheeks, flared nostrils, eyes wide as dinner plates.
Becca tugged Lindsey's shirt high enough to reveal 12 solid inches of the futa’s meaty shaft, pressed tight against her chiseled cobblestone torso.
Becca’s hand darted out to grasp the exposed trunk. Lindsey gasped at the cool touch against her burning skin. Becca's fingers tried to close around the girthy log, but she was only able to encircle half of her thickness. Becca tugged on the giant cock, wanting to see more of it, but it was held fast by the hidden straps.
Becca realized she was only seeing half of the picture – there was clearly more cock under the shirt – so she wrestled it all the way up over Lindsey’s considerable bust.
They were both breathing heavily, saying nothing. When Becca managed to get Lindsey's freckled tits out, she jerked back as something unexpected flopped out. Becca wasn’t sure what she was looking at.
“What’s this?” She arched an eyebrow as she poked the tip of Lindsey’s dark green, knee-length volleyball sock, emerging from the valley between her tits. It was draped across one breast, thanks to the condom inside sagging heavy with pre-cum. Without waiting for an answer, Becca grabbed the water-balloon-ish bulge and pulled.
Lindsey gasped at the sensation of the condom stretching tight, and then snapping like a rubber band as Becca tore it away, taking the sock with it. The condom had been stretched so tight around the widest part of her shaft, it would have taken some shimmying to get it off without breaking, and Becca didn't have the patience for shimmying right now. Or ever.
A ring of frayed latex clung halfway down her shaft, and the compression bands were still holding it securely against her chest, but the full length was finally exposed for Becca to feast her eyes.
“Oh my goody woody wood-ness…” Becca murmured absently, taking in the full length of the readhead’s towering redwood.
“How do you sleep at night? I would be blowing myself constantly.” Becca couldn't take her eyes off the gigantic cock, even for a moment, to look at Lindsey while she was talking to her.
With her arms still folded behind her back, Lindsey took a deep breath and flexed her cock in Becca's hands. It lurched forward, straining against the carbon fiber bands holding it back.
Unfortunately for Lindsey (but fortunately for Becca) the bands were not carbon-reinforced all the way around, and the regular threading that stitched the buckle clasps together wasn’t strong enough to hold. Lindsey's cock surged outward, snapping one band, then the second, while Becca gripped it tight, feeling its ridiculous power bucking in her hands.
“Holy fucking-fuck you're perfect!” Becca bellowed at the top of her lungs, all thoughts of discretion evaporating under the sizzling heat of Lindsey’s sex appeal. “What am I going to do with you, you beautiful thing?”
Lindsey couldn’t tell whether Becca was talking to her, or addressing her dick directly. The girl hadn’t taken her eyes off the towering 28 inch cock since it first emerged. Lindsey was beginning to feel like a third wheel.
Becca had both hands wrapped around the base of Lindsey's shaft, but she wasn't stroking it yet. The fit trainer was holding it tight in her grip and waving it around, marveling at its ponderous weight and rigidity.
“Ah, that feels really good.” Lindsey whimpered. She could feel her balls brewing up a pint of thick white froth.
Becca swung the gigantic cock so the head thudded against her bottom lip. At last she was gazing deep into Lindsey's eyes.
“I can see where you've been keeping all your tension hun.” Becca breathed over the tip of Lindsey's cock. A bead of clear precum welled up as she spoke.
The desperately horny futa twisted and writhed in Becca's grip. She was fighting the urge to grab a handful of her trainer’s hair and force her mouth full of cock. She could think of little else, so Lindsey clasped her hands behind her back and interlocked her fingers, praying Becca would release her from this heavenly torture soon.
Instead of giving her the release she craved, Becca sank down to her knees, eye level with Lindsey's hips. She yanked down the waistband to free the futa's orange-sized balls. Letting out a sigh of infatuation, Becca leaned forward to kiss and nibble at the sensitive skin of her sack.
“Please Becca.” Lindsey whispered.
“Mmmmhhh???” Becca moaned inquisitively, muffled by the oversized balls filling her mouth.
“I want it, please.” The redhead gasped louder. She was ready to say anything if Becca would just stop teasing and get her off.
“Pleeease whaaaat?” Becca sang as she kissed her way up Lindsey's shaft, working towards the tip with agonizing slowness.
“Suck me off Becca. I need it so bad.” Lindsey's voice was growing more confident.
“If you insist.” Becca grinned devilishly. Taking hold with both hands, she guided Lindsey’s dripping cock to her lips, kissing the crown and dragging her mouth across the slick apple-sized tip. The skin was smooth and slippery, swollen tight with Lindsey at her maximum size and hardness.
Becca’s mouth stretched wider as she sank lower. The muscular girl was inhaling Lindsey’s dick, struggling to get the flared ridge past her glossy lips.
Lindsey was about to warn Becca it wouldn’t work when she was this hard – when Becca suddenly plunged ten inches of Lindsey’s cock down her throat.
“Unff–” Becca was shivering uncontrollably. Lindsey, unaware of how badly her trainer had wanted this, didn’t realize Becca was already climaxing around her mouthful of cock.
“Ohh, thank you Becca.” Lindsey cooed. She put a hand on Becca’s shoulder to steady her, forgetting she was supposed to be letting her trainer set the pace. Soon she was fondling and squeezing the muscular ridges of Becca’s deltoid, letting her fingers wander to her coach’s chest, finding the bottom edge of her sports bra and teasing at it.
Inhaling sharply around a mouthful of Lindsey, Becca reached up to lift her own top, letting her perky tits bounce free. Lindsey’s fingers traced across the sweaty curves of Becca’s breasts, until they found her diamond-hard nipples and tugged at them. Her hands seemed to posess a mind of their own, carrying out orders received directly from the new generalissimo of Lindsey’s body – the all-mighty cock.
Swallowing another six inches of Lindsey’s sword, Becca moaned with deep satisfaction. The vibrations of her throat electrified Lindsey’s cock, further loosening the lust-addled futa’s control over her own actions.
Lindsey took a step forward, unconsciously trying to drive her dick deeper, forcing Becca to stumble backwards, impaled on Lindsey’s spear. Becca’s flailing hands found purchase gripping the redhead’s muscular butt, squeezing tight and holding herself up while Lindsey dragged her forward.
Continuing another step, Lindsey forced Becca up against the room’s opposite wall. The girl was still moaning, which only encouraged Lindsey to take greater liberties.
Gripping Becca’s head with both hands, the muscular futa began to plunge her pipe-cleaner in and out of her trainer’s throat, savoring the harmonic vibrations of Becca’s moans of pleasure.
Lindsey couldn’t recall a time before Becca was blowing her, she was only here and now. Her focus was so narrow, her only priorities were increasing and sustaining her own pleasure.
It was then Lindsey noticed, Becca had one hand down her pants, aggressively diddling herself while she sucked Lindsey’s cock. Not ok.
Grabbing her coach’s wrist, Lindsey pulled Becca’s hand away and guided it back to the massive dick she was already sucking. Lindsey needed more stimulation. Faster. Harder!
Becca re-applied herself, wrapping both brawny forearms around Lindsey’s cock to cover as much surface area as possible. She stroked with aerobic vigor, using her whole upper body to smother Lindsey with stimulation.
Blissfully lost in throes of ecstasy, Lindsey had no awareness of Becca bottoming out on her cock as she began to erupt with her first climax. Becca had the good fortune to be on an up-stroke, with only the tip of Lindsey’s cock in her mouth, when Lindsey filled it to overflowing with her very first shot.
Not to be dissuaded, Becca swallowed as much as she could and rammed the blasting cannon further down her throat. Lindsey was vaguely aware of Becca’s brawny arms wrapped around her lower back, pulling her deeper as her second cum shot filled the overzealous woman’s stomach.
The feeling of unloading so deeply into a warm belly brought the alarm sirens back at full volume in Lindsey’s head. Fuck! What is she doing?!
Gripping Becca by the shoulders, Lindsey attempted to push her off, but Becca resisted. She craned her neck down to avoid losing an inch of territory, her legendary biceps bulging as she held fast.
This act of defiance angered Lindsey, she hadn’t expected Becca to be so strong. The freckled futa was only allowing herself to tap a fraction of her full strength, until she realized she needed to end this quickly. She’d lost count of how many shots Becca had already swallowed.
Lindsey put one hand around Becca’s throat and lifted her off her erupting cock in one smooth motion. The climaxing futa’s body was wracked by alternating waves of pleasure and frustration, so she forgot to release her coach from her vice grip. Lindsey held Becca dangling a foot above the ground, as she spurted cum against the wall beside her.
Still grinning inanely, Becca wrapped her hands around Lindsey’s forearm, hoisting herself up a few inches to clear her airway, so she could cough up gobs of cum. Even as Lindsey held her aloft at arms length, Becca reached out with her legs, wrapping them around the still-orgasming redhead in an attempt to pull herself closer.
Regaining enough awareness to see what she was doing to Becca, Lindsey released her grip and stumbled a few steps back. She steadied herself with one hand on the wall as she ejected her last few jets into the corner. She was trembling in shame as the aftershocks ran their course.
She’d forgotten her cardinal rule. She’d almost hurt the girl of her dreams – her idol! Maybe she had hurt her! Before Lindsey could turn around, Becca pounced on her from behind, wrapping her in a bear hug.
“S–okay Red! That was fuckin’ awesome!” Becca rasped in Lindsey’s ear, her voice husky from the recent throat-battering. She hopped off and turned Lindsey around to face her. “You warned me plenty, I’m a big girl.”
“I’m bigger!” Lindsey shouted back, tears welling in her eyes. “Don’t let me do that again Becca! I’ll hurt you.”
Reaching behind Lindsey to cup the nape of her neck, Becca pulled her client closer until their foreheads were touching. “That sounds like a challenge to me, Red. I guess I’m gonna have to start training for you, huh?” Her serious expression broke into a sunny lopsided grin.
Lindsey resisted the urge to kiss that silly smile off her trainer’s face, and chose a different path. One that didn’t involve asking for permission. The engine that powered her sex drive had only been idling for a moment, but already it was kicking into high-gear again.
The hulking futa gently took Becca’s hands in her own, lacing their fingers together. She raised her arms, pushing her coach back a step towards the wall with gradually increasing force. Becca sensed the invitation to wrestle, and tried to fight back, but Lindsey overpowered her easily, bringing their hands back to Becca’s hips.
She was pinning Becca’s arms at her sides, while the muscular trainer’s form bulged with exertion as she struggled in vain to raise her arms. Lindsey pulled her in close, wrapping her in a bear hug of her own, and squeezed. Becca was powerless to escape.
“Yea.” Lindsey chuckled. “You are gonna have to start training.”
It was exhilarating turning the tables on her bossy coach. The foreign sensation was intoxicating to Lindsey. She leaned forward and kissed Becca, inhaling deeply as pheromones washed over her senses.
Lindsey’s flaccid member was beginning to harden and swell. Increasingly dangerous impulses and primal urges flooded into Lindsey’s brain to compete with her rational decisions. She could no longer tell which thoughts were her own.
Releasing Becca and pushing her away gently, Lindsey caught her breath and watched her cock continue to inflate. Becca was speechless, either from Lindsey’s sudden display of dominant assertiveness, or her erection coming so soon after the titanic eruption that still dripped down the wall.
“Becca can you–” Lindsey breathed heavily, “get my bag from out there?” The futa pointed to the door, and put another few steps of distance between her and Becca.
Blinking the stars from her eyes, Becca processed the command, and obeyed without a word. She walked out the door with her sports bra up around her armpits, covered in cum, and returned a moment later with Lindsey’s duffel bag, looking slightly more alert. Her wolfish grin was back, but she was still drunk on Lindsey’s cocktail.
“You are just full of… well, a lot more than just surprises but…yea, surprises. Lotta surprises.” Becca rambled semi-coherently as she handed over the bag. “Don’t worry ‘bout the mess, I got guy. What’s in here?” She asked as the thermoses clanked within.
Lindsey took the bag with one hand and started stroking herself with her other hand. Using deft, practiced motions Lindsey slung the bag over one shoulder, unzipped it, and pulled out a thermos. Flipping the lid open, the fapping futa held the thermos to her tip.
The hollow sound of spunk spewing into the thermos filled the room. Lindsey looked her coach in the eye as she climaxed, half her attention spent observing Becca’s reaction, the other half focused on her aim.
Becca plopped down on the floor cross-legged, holding her chin on her fist as she watched her student with rapt attention. She was keeping her distance, proving to Lindsey that she was ready to cool her jets.
Meanwhile, Lindsey’s jets were still firing at full blast, as she topped off the first thermos. With this orgasm coming so soon after the first mess, it was conveniently contained in a single vessel.
“I’m so sorry Becca.” Lindsey sighed as she tucked her deflating salami under her shirt and pulled up her pants. “This is literally the thing I’ve been so afraid of doing all this time – using my strength to take what I want – I don’t want to be that person Becca. I feel so selfish coming to see you because you’re the last person I would want to hurt.”
Becca stood, putting her hand over her heart. “I’m touched, really. But– I hope you don’t think you can talk your way out of fucking me because that’s happening Lindsey.”
Woah– that was not were Lindsey thought she was going with that.
“Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but I’m riding that big beautiful cock some day Big Red. I don’t care if it kills me, there’s no way I’d rather go!” Becca asserted cheerfully.
Lindsey had no experience navigating conversations like this. She sensed many wrong answers, and possibly no correct one. So she simply said “Huuh… We’ll see.”
Becca clapped her hands once. “Deal. See you tomorrow? I’m only here 5 to noon so make sure you come early.” Becca was toweling off Lindsey’s cum, and regaining her usual confident bluster.
“I’ve got some stuff tomorrow to do actually… maybe Monday?” Lindsey zipped up her jacket.
“Stuff? What kinda stuff?” Becca held the door open as Lindsey walked through. “Can I come?”
“I need to do some clothes shopping actually.” The futa had never considered sharing this solitary activity with another person, but she supposed girls did it together all the time.
“Ooo yea like what? I’m totally in. Like what kinda stuff? Like sexy stuff?” Becca was giddy imagining playing dress up with Lindsey’s mold-breaking body.
“Definitely not!” Lindsey hissed under her breath, waiting at the top of the stairs to finish the conversation before heading down. “I need things to hide and cover all of this!” She waved a hand around her general torso area. Then she realized several people were already watching her from downstairs, so she stopped gesturing.
“Ok you’re running the show, I just wanna tag along.” Becca patted her on the back and pointed downstairs, giving Lindsey an easy out. “Just text me when and where, now make a break for it, I’ll cover ya.”
Becca began to start an overly lascivious stretching routine for the benefit of the bottom floor. She put one leg up on the handrail of the stairs, bending to maximize the spectacle of her muscular ass in spandex. As Becca switched on her sex appeal like an electromagnet, stray glances from all across the gym were redirected from Lindsey’s covered body, to the trainer’s tantalizing topology.
“Thanks Becca.” Lindsey was glowing as she turned to go. “It’s a date.”
Her heart was soaring. Lindsey had never been in love, but she had dreamed of something like this day for many, many years.
Now it was really happening, Lindsey could believe anything was possible. She was seeing the world in a whole new light, and she was very much looking forward to polishing this new facet of herself she had just unearthed.