The Supply - (Futa/F/F, F/F, Fisting, Weird, Unbirth (no gore/vore))

The changing room of the strip club was quiet as Sally sat and poured makeup remover onto a pad, the tiny pile of bills that formed her tip almost obstructed by the swell of a heavily inflated fake tit. She was broke.

Her implants had been huge and expensive, but one of the DeVille family sluts had waltzed in, sucked her manager off and given half the club a tit-fuck with a pair that could swallow a man, let alone a manhood. The next day the lead dancer had been Titty Deville.

Fucking freak.

She heard laughter from Titty's (Alice's she reminded herself) changing room before the door creaked open and a figure stepped out.

Sally knew instantly it was another DeVille, one of the sisters or cousins. Tall, athletic looking, nice pair of fakes - even if they were smaller than Sally's - and just... tattoos. Everywhere but the woman's face. Neck, bustline, knuckles, wrists, up a long, strong pair of pale thighs.

And she was looking straight at Sally.

The new DeVille leered as she hiked up her skirt, revealing a thick, lewdly pouting pussy. Rubbing her sex, she seemed to pour across the floor of the changing room, eyes intent on Sally. It was hypnotic, disturbing and freakish. It was arousing.

Sally felt her dick-sucking lips part in a sigh as she turned, the soaked facial pad dropping to the floor with a splat. All that she could hear was the click-buzz of a flickering halogen lamp and her own heavy breathing.

A moist gust of cunt-smell assaulted her nose as the newcomer was suddenly right in front of her, a heavy black leather and rubber platform heel swishing past her ear to rest on her chair back. The woman was doing the splits, lunging over Sally, her sopping pussy poised above the dancer.

Two strong, tattooed hands wrapped around the back of her head and her neck and pulled her forwards, towards that gaping cunt. She parted her lips to suck the throbbing, golfball sized immensity of that ridiculous clit, but her head was steered even lower. She felt wet, heavy pussy lips spread across her face. Then she felt them stretch as her head was forced further and further into the mystery woman.

There was a lustful scream and the pussy around her head spasmed, juices flooding Sally's mouth and nose even as they washed down her bikini clad figure. Hands groped for her armpits and hauled up greedily, earning another muffled shriek as Sally's slim shoulders were engulfed with hot, spasming pussy.

She dimly thought she could hear someone calling Titty's name as her fleshy prison seemed to roil around her. Her head pressed into another barrier and she couldn't help twisting and pushing against it. Those strong thighs she had been studying earlier clapped into the sides of her torso, trembling as more delighted, orgasmic shrieks literally rocked what was becoming Sally's world.

The hands of this truly disturbing DeVille were pawing at her volleyball sized tits, obviously glorying in their size and oddly perverse solidity. Sally stiffened as a third hand tore away her bikini bottoms and cupped her sopping mound. Two fingers shoved into her pussy forcefully, nastily, just the way she preferred it when she did it herself. She felt one of her enormous boobs lifted and pressed into steaming hot cunt-flesh felt the body around her move and grind until the pumped up boob popped into the vaginal chamber with her.

A finger joined the first two in Sally's pussy and then another, roughly pounding up into her

sex even as she felt the second breast being hauled up, pressed into her pussy-prison to slowly join the first. The joyful, gasping shrieks of the DeVille doubled as she quickly slid down Sally's body and then redoubled as the weight forced Sally's head through the cervix it was pressed against and up into the woman's womb.

Sally felt a thumb jammed against her own stretched pussy and bit her lip as she felt her pleasurer turn her hand and then brutally jam her whole fist up into Sally's pussy. The last hand hooked underneath Sally's knees and lifted them up to her belly, much grunting and shuddering and cumming ensuing as the sex enveloping her was stretched around her folded legs. The fist in Sally's pussy sped up.

Sally gurgled a cry of her own as she felt her orgasm build, the brutal fisting hardwiring her libido. She came as the fist inside her slammed into her own cervix. She came again as fisting turned into punch-fucking.

The stretched lips of her encloser's pussy were oozing slick juices over the tops of her feet and around the saddle of her waist as she was slowly consumed, foetal style.

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