My Non-Muscle Short Fiction

“YYYEEEAAHHHH!!! FUCKING TAKE IT, YOU SLUT!” Sunny roared as she held Mrs. Peters up and blasted gallons of sperm into the older woman. She groaned as the well-fucked wife buckled at the knees and bore the two of them down to the floor, Mrs. Peters' belly swelling quickly and hugely as it passed beach ball size and kept on going. Sunny, rammed herself in once, and then again, as her orgasm slowly tapered off, her thick rod stretching the capable pussy of the woman hugely, bathed in a froth of cum and juices from the still-quivering cunt.

Huffing slightly, Sunny roughly withdrew her cock and made it to her feet, the cum-covered schlong bobbing still feverishly erect and angry-looking as it exited that well fucked vagina with a 'pop'. Mrs. Peters cooed in surprise and appreciation as she lay on her side, cradling her enormous belly and seeming to glow from within with health and vitality.

For an 83 year-old woman to look like she was in her late thirties was amazing; but Sunny knew that a good fuck with her freaky cock could really do a body good.

Sunny pulled her uniform top together over her tanned, gigantic boobs and pulled her shorts more or less into place (if you didn't count the 16 inch pussy prod and huge balls that bobbed along in front of her) before grabbing the mail bag and hopping down the trailer steps. As the young futa left, Mrs. Peters was left half-naked and leaking cum lying in the trailer doorway, slowly rubbing her massive tummy.

“Thanks, Sunny!” the post-futa heard as she walked away.

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Sunny saw Janey turn the corner down the hard-packed dirt road and continue jogging back to the part of the park where her trailer was situated. With a wave, Sunny trotted over to Janey, enjoying the sight of that lean, athletic body in see-through white spandex, blonde bush a lewd dark patch at the crotch of the outfit.

Digging in her mail bag, Sunny flourished a stack of letters and strode over to Janey with a warm smile, warmly returned. The delivery girl then rammed the envelopes down the front of Janey's white top before spinning the giggling jogger and whipping down those leggings to reveal a tight ass and a dripping pussy.

With a grunt of effort and a companionable grope of Janey's full tits, Sunny rammed half her length in and went to work, mail-bag dropping to the floor as a shaft still covered in Mrs. Peters' cooter cream and her own cum buried itself in yet another pussy. A gasping, chuckling Janey just had time to rasp out, “Send Tina when you're done, I'll need help - nnnghhhHH – walking home with such a FUCKING, hhaaa, HUGE.... ohmygod! BBEEELLLLY!”

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Sunny sucked in lungfuls of air and idly slathered Janey's upside-down face with dick-batter, batting her cock against the cute little blonde's face. Janey's lips moved hungrily towards the shining cock-head, trying to trap the turgid knob inside her mouth for another round. Sunny sighed wistfully and shook her head, but she had a round to finish and no time for a bit of personal pleasure. Leaving the roughly fucked runner lying on her back in the middle of the road in a puddle of cum and beneath a belly bigger than a small car, she called over her shoulder, “I'll send Nickie as well, I think you'll need more than one extra pair of hands!”

“Thanks, Sunny!”

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Sunny ran, cock bobbing furiously, out of the trailer park and down the road to the last stop on her run, her heaving breasts battering her chest and belly and chin as she made her way along, dark bronzed skin shining with sweat in the summer sun. Her front was bathed in the evidence of a hundred hard, messy fucks and occasionally a blob of stray cum would flick up and slap her in the face.

She didn't mind, it tasted quite good.

The last stop on her route loomed large and she cursed inwardly as she made her way towards it, rummaging around in the mailbag for the last few envelopes. Sprinting across the carpark, she made it to the heavily ornamented front door and took a deep breath.

It was the Old People's Home.

The door opened and a gaggle of gorgeous forty-something looking women eyed her predatorily. Sunny backed up a step, but was stopped as three hands reached out and grabbed her crank with surprising speed.

“Uh, Margeret, Ethel, Connie... there's more than enough to share with all of you guys...”

The hungry expressions of the pensioners softened for a second and they confided in motherly tones, “Sunny, it's ok, we've called the sorting office and they know not to expect you back until sundown.” The huddle of women b

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