Turnabout is Fair Play (Futa/f, Futa/m, M/f, M/futa)

Story by Evening

Samantha's hips wriggled and ground reflexively, the petite redhead groaning softly, arching her back to lift her ass up against the broad hips of the buxom blond who outsized her in every way, huge breasts pressing down on her back, thirteen inches of smooth futa-meat rocking back and forth behind her, while the first three split her tight, elastic pussy with coke-can thickness. With a roll of those powerful hips, another three entered, driving an orgasmic squeal from the redhead; pussy spasming powerfully, only the strong lubrication of her juices mixed with the curvy hermaphrodite's preseed letting her be penetrated any further. She dug her nails into the sheets, panting heavily for her breath, toes curling up, pale skin flushed, expression rapturous.

Up above, Katie Strauss' breath hissed through clenched teeth as she slowly stroked further and further into the unbelievably tight pussy her petite neighbor had so graciously presented her with. Even twenty years after the flu had driven the two together, desperate for release after their husbands proved unable to satisfy them any longer, it still took titanic effort to get through that initial penetration; Sam's elasticity preventing injury, but doing nothing for the effort needed to get it in! Finally, after nearly ten minutes, she felt her heavy, swollen nuts clap against Sam's clit, feeling her rubbing fingers press it tightly to her shaft and smirking down at her, before turning to the nude househusband nearby, who smiled nervously, his half-hard six inches in his hand, being gently stroked as he watched his wife with another woman. Sam had requested his presence after only the second time they had done it, enjoying how he watched his wife get fucked...and fucked she was! Cindy drew her thick erection free of that well stretched puss, only to plant it right back in, forcing another desperate moan from the tight little femm beneath her, building slowly up to a heavy, pounding rhythm, having to hold onto Sam's hips to keep her body from just jostling back and forth, using her cunt like the world's best fucksleeve. Every touch was ecstatic; her huge, perky breasts bouncing on her chest, the teasing tickle of pussy juices running down her inner thigh, the tapping of her thick braid along her back, the moist squishing of the bed beneath her knees, soaked already in three previous fuckings worth of cum; not to mention the delicious feeling of tension rising up her dick, teased into being by Sam's cunt.

Katie grunted aloud, teeth grinding, before separating dramatically as she let out a long moan, pulling Sam's knees right off the bed, holding her in place right at crotch-level as she pistoned her mighty girldick into the hot tunnel that threatened to make her cum at any moment. She could no longer hold back her moaning, the husky sounds harmonizing with the cute little redhead's squeals, only pauses for gasping breaths letting the wet, lewd sounds of their frenzied fucking be heard. Finally, after an hour of this exquisite sex, after five orgasms milked at her cock, katie could hold back no longer, her long back arching, lips parting, eyes rolling in her head as her hips shook in uncontrollable bliss; huge gouts of thick, musky futa cum boiling free of Sam's pussy as she howled in pleasure. On and on the orgasm rolled, for nigh on a full minutes; quarts of semen bursting forth before she was done.

Katie panted heavily, vision swimming from the orgasm, before slowly tugging her cock free, flagging but not yet soft, and stumbling over to the enraptured man on the chair beside the bed. He gulped softly and parted his lips, letting Katie place her fat cockhead to his mouth, a mix of pussy juice and cum sucked free of her dick by his lips as she sighed softly, running her hand through his hair as he gently cleaned her with licks and kisses. Oh how she loved her husband...

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"You seem like you enjoyed the show today." Katie said conversationally, setting her round ass down on the newly remade bed beside her husband, who grinned sheepishly and snuggled close to her nighty-clad body, nude himself.

Michael was a stoutly built man; not fat, but gone just slightly to seed at forty five. Lacking the advantages the Dryden flu had given to his already lovely wife, he looked his age, with salt and pepper hair and dimming vision, although like everyone he enjoyed good health, and he thanked his lucky stars that his sex life hadn't yet begun to suffer... any more than any man's he supposed. And he had his wife after all.

In the early years, Male/Futa marriages tended not to last. Cheating was almost unavoidable; Michael for one knew there was no way he could satisfy his wife's needs alone. She needed sex nigh-constantly, and he could barely fit the fat, apple-sized head into his mouth, let alone anywhere else... although they'd tried. It was funny. In another time he'

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