Amy - The Amazon (Usually) Ch. 05

A pair of glossy stockings rode up her legs to the thighs, while a garter helped secure them in place. It almost looked like the exoskeleton of an insect, giving her an exotic, and no less sexual appearance. The panties were a modified thong, designed to leave her balls free and offer a hint at the prize of her cock, while still sinking deep into the crack of her ass. Her pussy went uncovered, offering a glance to those in the right position.

Then Yuri stepped out. Despite her best attempts, her cold exterior was gone, replaced by a shy, awkward girl with the greatest body around. Even with her shoulders hunched and hands clasped before her, she breathed sex appeal. None of the previous garments had done her body justice, now Amy and Amanda, and the others, were free to take in her hulking form.

Her previous clothes had puffed out her shoulders it seemed, as her frame appeared sleeker than before. Relaxed muscle and sinew, hard as steel, poured out into her liquid curves that overflowed the underwear. The bras were made with endurance in mind and wouldn't snap easily, yet every sway of her bust put that endeavour to the test. Her panties faced a similar battle, trying to keep her cock from swinging free. Visible through the lace, her slab of pale cock meat strained against its downy prison. Her balls hung free in all their glory, each half again the diameter of Amy's.

"Let's get this over with," Yuri said and strode to the set, followed by everyone's gaze until Hera snapped them free of the Russian futa's spell.

Amy's concentration and self-control had never been tried so harshly before. Sometimes a glance was all it took to shred another shard from her will, and she was in constant contact with the taller Amazon, whose icy complexion belied her warmth. Every few shots, they changed poses. Each time, however, she was in some sexual position. Her experience prevented any professional mishaps.

It was a relief to know that Yuri was faring worse. She was frequently corrected, told to raise her arms, puff out her chest or pronounce her enormous cock a little more. Not that she needed direction. Just a flat portrait would inspire countless erections the world over. Even so, Amy took a glimmer of joy in outclassing the giant, and the reactions from around them. The other Amazonian futa had been forgotten, not that she seemed to care, as she, and the rest, stared enraptured by the sexual display.

A moan finally broke free when Amy was made to bend in half, offering a glimpse of her pussy and balls, and extended her tongue toward Yuri's cock. Few people knew how many models were exhibitionists in nature. Knowing people were looking at them, naked or halfway there, was a powerful incentive for such people. Amy shared such a trait, and, as she soon realised, so did Yuri.

Most would miss how the Russian's member had thickened since the shoot began. Not Amy. Not when she was in such proximity, with her focus almost devoted to the hulking phallus. Its restraints were spread a little thinner, an inch more of skin on display, and gave a glimpse of a single, dark vein coursing along its length. At the tip, though concealed in black silk, the crown bulged and a faint stain formed. Amy shifted her pose and poured the sensuality on thick.

The camera snapped wildly and Hera praised her. Amy had no eyes for them, fixed upon the shaft as she awaited Yuri's reaction, and smirked as it lifted and swelled. People could lie all they wanted, some even controlled their bodily responses to commit wholly to deception, but one's libido concealed nothing. Amy glanced to her fellow Amazon's face, which betrayed no emotion, despite her cock straining its bondage.

Next came a comparison shot. This time the third futa Amazon wasn't forgotten, though she was woefully undersized to step into such a scene. She was between Amy and Yuri, face flushed and uninteresting next to them. Most stares lingered on the taller Amazons, flitting between curves and dicks. Though better endowed than any futa she'd met prior, Amy didn't hold a candle to her counterpart.

Her foot long flaccid cock ended level to Yuri's, who stood two feet higher. Though sporting a semi-erection, Yuri was the size of Amy's full-blooded phallus, perhaps bigger. She drenched the thong as she imagined what this monster was like at its peak. How glorious it would feel as it stretched her insides? How dense was the cum in balls half-again the size of her own? Could she even fit it?

Amy licked her lips, her own desire swelling on her body. Her nipples poked out from the bra, as though stretching toward Yuri, whose own pair dimpled the undergarment. Any concept at modesty was lost on them. Their curves betrayed the notion, regardless of what they wore, and their cocks destroyed it. Such was the nature of their bodies.

"So, got any plans after this?" Amy asked, while they waited for Hera to approve of the lighting. The director wanted as much attention on their junk as possible, to really pronounce how durable the clothes were and how beautiful these so called 'freaks of nature' were.

"No," Yuri said, though her gruff tone lacked what Amy earlier suspected was a superficial harshness, replaced instead by a normal, though still husky voice.

"Well, Amanda and I are heading back home. You're welcome to join us," Amy said and pressed an inch closer, brushing her nipples into the bottom of Yuri's monumental breasts. Legends would be told of her extraordinary willpower at that moment, and how she exhausted it all to keep from sinking into those chest pillows.

"I... I don't know," Yuri averted her gaze. Tall and visibly powerful, yet shy and inexperienced. Was there a more enticing combo?

"We won't do anything you don't want to," Amy said, trying to sell heron the idea, "But you clearly want to." She added with a shimmy of her hips.

"Have you no shame?"

"Some, just enough that I'm not trying to ride you right now."

"You are a strange girl."

"Isn't that what it means to be a futa? And an Amazon?"

"I suppose... we'll see where the day goes," Yuri said, then turned her attention to the cameras. Unbidden, she clapped a hand onto Amy's ass. Her palm and fingers covered the broad surface with ease, and sank into it like old friends. The shorter Amazon restrained a gasp at the touch and returned the favour. They pulled each other tight, which only made the size difference more apparent.

Amy's cock gave a jerk as she wondered what it must feel like to be so tall, and how it would feel to grow to such a height. She also caught sight of Amanda, a line of drool on the normal futa's chin, as she gawked at the pair. A familiar stare for Amy. Amanda's mind was made up; she would fuck both of them, probably at the same time, before the day was over.

Another slew of shots later and the long shoot came to an end. At its finale, everyone was ordered like a police line-up, from shortest to tallest with measurements behind them. Amanda pouted from the far end. All Amy could offer was a sincere smile. Then it was over.

"So, about that offer?"

"I..."

"Hey! Amy, um, some of the other models are heading to an afterparty. Want to join? It'll really fucking fun, I swear," Nicole interrupted, then glanced at the hulking majesty of Yuri, "Of course, Yuri's also invited."

"What do you say, Yuri?" Amy smirked.

"I don't..."

"We're going!" Amanda announced, launching herself onto Amy's shoulders. She looked to Yuri, "Right?"

"But..."

"Come on, it'll be awesome, I promise," Amy said, "And I know you want to go. Or," she snickered and lowered her voice to a challenging whisper, "Are you still a virgin? 'Cos I'm not. Guess I've got you beat."

"I'm going," Yuri growled, but not in hostility. She was excited, no mistake.

"Great! There's a studio next door that's not being used for a few hours. Let's go!" With that Nicole grabbed Amy's hand, Amanda wrapped her body around the eight-foot Amazon's body, and Amy latched onto Yuri's hand.

The unused studio was pure white, a set designed for high contrast shots, and provided adequate room. All the models were present, and a few of the crew, many of which were struggling to hide their bewilderment and arousal. Many had separated into their own groups. Three normal women had reserved Nicole it seemed, as they all but clung to her, eyes locked to her bosom. The Amazons kept to themselves, though the one with the largest ass - next to Yuri that is - had a fervent admirer already worshipping her rear. Amy, with Amanda still on her shoulders, turned to Yuri.

"This is..." the Russian gulped as several of the others abandoned their clothes. Before long, the sounds of passion permeated the room. The big assed Amazon had the stage-hand's face buried within her cheeks, while Nicole's nipples received a blitzkrieg of kisses and her pussy was fisted. Others were entangled in their own lust. That left Amy and her companions.

"Awesome, just like I said," Amy said and pressed close to her, then stood on her tip-toes, arched her back and pulled Yuri down into a lurid, sloppy kiss. Amanda, meanwhile, moved like a ninja and relieved them of their clothes.

It was her first kiss. Yuri lacked any technique, her tongue fluttered like a frightened bird, and her hands were stiff against Amy's sides. How did someone like this go so long without sex? Amy pushed her postulations aside. There were better things to devote her mind to, such as invigorating Yuri's sex drive with a deft squeeze of her dense balls, or tracing down the length of her shaft. She poured on the slop as Yuri reciprocated. Rivulets escaped their lips and smeared their makeup.

Unseen, Amanda made her move. Whatever she did, spurred Yuri into action. Her mouth devoured Amy's, inhaling her moans of surprised delight, slavering their cocktail of spit all over. When they parted, both were a panting mess of desire, each sporting an erection that shamed most others.

"Fuck yeah," Amanda cooed from beneath them. They looked down to find her stood between them, face level to Yuri's naked crotch, on which there was a wisp of snowy pubic hair. She grabbed both their cocks without invite, and nuzzled her face into the pair, moaning and panting as she did so. Amy's shaft throbbed harder at the sight of its superior, befitting someone of Yuri's stature.

It looked over three-foot long, as broad as Amanda's thigh, and capped with an exotic flared head not unlike a horse-cock. A little flatter and it would be hard to distinguish the two. As it was, the peak was blunt with a protrusive urethra, already glistening with pent-up pre, that rounded out as it sank into the shaft. Dozens of gnarled veins riddled its surface, each the size of a finger. Some criss-crossed to create dense knots.

"Um..." Yuri nursed at her lush bottom lip, before she was caught in another spit-filled kiss, her tongue being coaxed out to fence with Amy's.

Amanda moaned her joy as she basked in each pricks musk and heft and pure, masculine presence. Her own cock burst from its flimsy jail to weep at the sight and touch of its superiors. Yuri and Amy's heartbeats echoed hers, stepping up as they all fell deeper into their lusts. She nestled deeper into the pair, coating her face in their delicious stench.

Pre-cum and sweat smeared her skin as she betrayed her own scent for theirs. When she reeled back, every intake through her flared nostrils was saturated in either Amy or Yuri's musk, though pangs of floral soap and her own odour marred it. Unacceptable. She stroked each shaft now, spurred on by the muffled moans and lurid slurps from above, and poised both heads over her face as pre-cum began to drool upon her. As it poured, she rubbed it into her skin until it shone with lewd cock-slime.

"That's it," Amanda breathed, "Cover my face in pre. Make me reek of you guys. Turn me into a fucking cum dumpster." Yuri attempted to reply but her tongue was sucked deep into Amy's mouth. The room heated as everyone grew feverish in their respective fuckings. Even the Russian ice queen wasn't unaffected. Her hips rocked to Amanda's steadily quicker strokes, and to Amy's perfected make out technique.

"Oh, fuck, there's so much. It's gonna drown me," Amanda moaned.

"Yeah," Amy pulled away from Yuri, grinning as they exchanged hot gusts of air, "We're gonna fucking cover you, inside and out. Isn't that right, Yuri?"

"I-I... Yes?"

"Aww, don't be shy," Amy said and kissed her hard once more, amplified with a powerful moan as Amanda Frenched her urethra, "She loves roleplaying. Whatever kind. Right now, she's the perfect cum dumpster for a pair of Amazons. Especially one with cock like yours." With that she took Yuri's cock from her lover's grasp and found a fierce tempo, flinging pre-cum everywhere.

"Ahh, that's... it's sensitive."

"That's the point," Amy giggled, then stepped back, wrenching her cock from Amanda, "But I think it's time to show you the real fun."

"Yes," Amanda groaned and jumped at Amy. The Amazon caught her as if she were made of feathers, then lifted her, until the pint-sized futa's pussy hovered over her majestic cock, raised on sheer internal muscle. Eyes locked to Yuri's darkening blue orbs, Amy dropped her lover. Both cried out, then stifled each other's shouts as they tongue-fucked the other's mouths. Amy's tongue soundly defeated Amanda's, though she refused to give in so soon.

"I just watch?" Yuri asked, frowning at the pair, despite her cock twitching and visibly throbbing harder than ever.

"No," Amy said and lowered herself and Amanda to the ground, putting herself on all fours, ass high and her ripe pussy on display. Lewd strings of fem-cum bridged her thighs together and even her ass cheeks, "You join in."

Yuri's mouth opened and closed as she stared at the two. This was sex? Every story she'd read that so much as mentioned the word described it as romantic, something shared between two people, sometimes more if they were depraved enough. Even with the internet, and the filth therein, she couldn't shake such a concept. It should be shared between lovers. Yet these two were fine inviting her?

That said, she was in a closed room surrounded by rutting individuals. None were of her stature, however. They were the lower crowd, the sort that would gladly give in to their baser instincts for sex. She wasn't one of them.

Her cock disagreed. It not only approved of the proceedings around her, it adored them. From the big-breasted Nicole, who had all three of her worshippers slavering over her pussy, to the underwhelming futa with her dick buried to hilt in some woman's throat, and back to Amy and Amanda. The normal-futa bounced beneath her Amazonian girlfriend, tits slapping together and into her face, her stomach distorted around the impressive cock, while her snatch squelched with depraved ecstasy. That alone made Yuri envy them.

But Amy both made it better and worse. Better, because her body masked most of Amanda's jiggling figure, and worse for that same reason. Though smaller by a full two feet, and distinctly less womanly than Yuri - no one had yet to improve upon her own physique - but she was stunning, nonetheless.

Golden skin wreathed in sweaty brunette coils, which flowed down into her lumbar region and parted for her extravagant hips, that then thinned a hair as they transitioned into her thighs, bulging with muscle yet softened with gorgeous fat. Even at her present angle, with her ass arched out, her balls peaked beyond the rotund cheeks. How old was she again? Was she done growing?

Yuri's grabbed her cock as she imagined what Amy might become if she continued to grow like this. Two feet for an Amazon was nothing, Yuri had grown that over a summer, and Amy was bigger in every capacity than she was at that height and/or age. The ten-foot Amazon looked to her member and wondered how seeing such a massive beast on another person might look, then silenced the thought. This pedestal was hers. She was the tallest and biggest and no one could take away.

Yet Amy's body dared sow doubts in her thoughts. Such a crime couldn't go unpunished. Or at least, not without retribution. Yuri steeled her nerves and ignored the violent thumping of her heart in her chest, instead she heeded the determined march of her cock. Everything blurred, then she was crouched low, cock in hand and pressed flush to Amy's pussy.

An inferno did no justice. The waves of heat that pumped from her opening were like blistering gusts of sand in a desert, but infinitely more pleasurable, and the constant flood of juices was magma against Yuri's cock. Yet no pain warned her. Each degree of flame that licked at her dick pulled her deeper, until she was spreading the folds and entering Amy.

"I've missed so much!" Yuri whispered. She'd masturbated so much she could write a novel on all the intricacies to getting off, how the shift in pressure from one end to the other could make all the difference between a poor orgasm and a body-shaking climax. Nothing, not in all those years, compared to the tightness that now gripped her very soul.

Amy was a vice clamped around her. Velvet walls threatened to crush Yuri's cock, yet still she slid deeper into the hellfire, which dripped with the richest honey that lubricated her path. Pleasure burned with every inch she travelled, pressure gathered in her balls and gut, even her snatch prepped for an orgasm, but she kept it restrained. So much of her cock was still in the open, now cold air.

She needed that warmth. Less than a third it seemed had tasted Amy's cunt, leaving over two feet to suffer in the icy air. How shameful! Yuri hunched forward and clasped the smaller Amazon's hips with her hands, severing all over sound with the crack of flesh on flesh, then yanked her back. Both the shorter futanari exclaimed their shock and pleasure. Amy's quieted to a grunt as some barrier got between Yuri and complete satisfaction, before it gave way to a deep roar.

"Took you... long enough," Amy panted. A lurid smirk grafted itself to her face and to Amanda's, who also looked to Yuri through a mask of pleasure. She was a pretty futa, nothing to dismiss without a second look, but now she could stand with any model. Yuri never expected spit, tears and pre-cum to make such a gorgeous sight.

"Now come on," Amy said and wriggled her hips side to side, grinding her voluptuous ass into Yuri's crotch, "Fuck this upstart model. Or I'll end up getting the drop on you."

"Like hell you will," Yuri growled and gave a sharp tug of her hips. Where she expected to glide free of Amy's tunnel like she had gone in, her cock was caught on the futa's cervix.

"Hmm, fuck! Sorry babe, looks like you're stuck in my womb," Amy moaned and reverse-thrust into the Russian, while bucking her hips down to pile-drive her own dick into Amanda. Yuri grumbled something under her breath, before she rocketed into a violent pace. All other sounds, even the cries of other Amazons as they came, were whispers compared to the thunder of Yuri's flesh on Amy's, and hers, in turn, on Amanda's.

Each of their bodies quivered. Amanda girded her tits in her hands, preventing them from smacking her face, and twisted the nipples, while her mouth busied itself with both of Amy's teats as she suckled on the long nubs. Yuri did nothing to still the leaps of her breasts. They flew every direction, her face included, accenting the slap of her groin against Amy's wet cunt.

Amy was no stranger to threesomes or orgies, less so since entering college. This, however, was another level. Three feet of cock the size of her leg was inside her. She could watch her own phallus pulse from within Amanda's body, yet her own gut was no less deformed by Yuri's behemoth. The weight of it was incredible by itself, as was the shared palpitations of their balls, which clashed time and again, churning an ever-thickening flood of sperm. Part of her wondered if she should skip the pill and see if Yuri got her pregnant.