Izzy's Average Day Ch. 02

Sliding out of the side of the thin cloth was Izzy's massive shaft. As tanned as the rest of her magnificent figure, it snaked down the side of her thigh, hiding itself in her jeans, only a few inches of thick, meaty shaft exposed; that was enough, however, for Doug's mouth to drop open in astonishment. Between the amount still struggling against its fabric prison and the section weighing heavily out in the open atop her thigh, it was obvious the futa possessed much more manhood than he did, and the bulge still reaching out towards her kneecap only hammered this point home. Once her pants were peeled down past her crotch a new confounding sight seared itself into the naked man's brain.

Hanging ponderously out of each side of the string-portion at the bottom of her underwear were Isabella's fat cumtanks. Like a thong between a pair of fat ass cheeks they were split down the middle by the thin material, the corpulent orbs separated by the flimsy fabric. Each one was the size of a baseball, completely round and equal in their enormity. Izzy's sack looked just as ridiculously large, the extra skin sagging between her legs. Doug was perplexed at how she wore such tight jeans and walked around normally with all that between her legs; hell, it was a wonder she wore underwear at all considering a pair of boxers wouldn't have been able to contain what she had to offer!

Losing patience after holding back for so long, Izzy quickly shuffled her pants the rest of the way down her thighs, hooking the folded-over waistband under her knees. The rest of her flaccid meat was revealed, drawing further gawking and wide-eyed gaping from Doug, somehow looking even bigger now that nothing was covering it. Drooping almost a foot away from her groin, it bounded back and forth in the air now that it was free of confinement. Nearly as thick as her wrist - the same thickness Doug had seen at its base - it was topped by a muted purple head that was sleeved by wrinkly foreskin. While relatively smooth, at least in its soft state, the flabbergasted young man could still see a few purple veins pulse gently across the center of her shaft.

She was bigger than any pornstar he'd ever seen, and she wasn't even hard!

"Well what do you think Dougie?" Isabella wagged her hips back and forth, sending her cock slapping against her thighs, "Not too big is it?"

"Oh my God... Uh..." Doug was at a loss for words, having assumed the bulge he had eyed before only appeared that huge, "I just... I'd heard that futanari were bigger than average, but I never expected it to be by so much!"

Isabella couldn't help but frown for a moment - the reveal was always the ultimate make or break in these situations.

"If it's too much we can stop."

Doug looked up at her disappointed face, a different kind of surprise plastered across his visage.

"No! No, I want to keep going. It's just more than I expected, but uh I-I don't want to stop."

"Are you sure?" While Izzy had more successes than failures, the failures still stung, "You don't- you really don't have to if you don't want to..."

"I do. I really do."

"I knew I liked you for a reason!" Isabella pepped up and gave him a genuinely happy smile, "Alright!"

Trying not to trip on her own feet, she stepped out of her jeans and kicked them away, bending over to take off her black socks next; as she did, her cock swung low, almost tapping against her own ankles, drawing more impressed stares from Doug. Standing back up straight, she grabbed the sides of her panties, pulled them away from her body, letting her genitalia hang more freely, and then let them drop. Doug's vision was drawn to the falling underwear, leaving him wide open for what would happen next. From the forceful freedom, Isabella's cock snagged on the fabric for a moment before flopping out wildly, the tip of it smacking her guest right on the bridge of his nose. Recoiling from the sudden, surprising and powerful impact, he flailed backward, his back shaking the bed frame from the collision.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry Doug, are you okay!?"

He rubbed his nose for a moment before bursting out into laughter.

"I-I'm okay," he continued to chuckle, "just don't think I ever expected to get cockslapped like that!"

Izzy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sorry about that, I didn't realize I was so close!"

"To be fair, you would have to be on the other side of the room for me to not get hit!"

Now they both laughed.

"Well..." the futa grabbed her cock and held it out, the end drooping off her fingers, "do you wanna, um, touch it?"

This was always the hardest part. It wasn't her hookup knowing she was a futanari. It wasn't bringing them home. It wasn't the seduction. It was trying to be sexy with this big ol' log! Acting like a normal girl was easier - that was for sure - leading the way and having someone play with her more feminine attributes; but once her dick was out, especially when she was taking things slower for their benefit, she struggled to move things along. Because really, how was she supposed to be nice and gentle with this dick!? Luckily little Dougie here seemed pretty amicable to her motions, making the whole thing go easier than it could have gone.

"Yeah." Was all he replied, extending a hand. Cautiously, he let his fingers graze against her glans, immediately amazed at the intense heat that radiated off of it. The tips of his fingers wandered further down her shaft until they came in contact with Isabella's not-fully-closed fist, her cock too girthy for her own fingers to wrap around completely; once their hands touched, Izzy began to loosen her grip, letting Doug's take its place. Swallowing loudly, the nude man took the fat hunk of meat in his palm, impressed with its weight - it didn't feel like he was holding a cock, the whole thing more like some kind of small, hairless animal. His fingers closed around it, causing Izzy to moan at the sensation of someone else touching her dick.

Emboldened by the audibly-made-known fact that his grip was bringing her pleasure, Doug began to make slow strokes along her fat rod. Her foreskin pulled back as his hand touched her brown landing strip, revealing her cockhead in its entirety; the whole thing was mushroom-shaped, the ridge of it flaring out wider than the rest of her shaft. It was amazing that there was an even bigger part of her cock! Not used to handling something so fucking enormous, Doug's massaging of her massive meat stick was awkward and unrefined, constantly on the verge of losing his grip. It didn't seem to matter though, Isabella bucking her hips and moaning all the same. A large - at least compared to what Doug could produce - dollop of precum formed at piss slit as well.

Realizing this whole thing could be made easier by using both hands, something Izzy's cock had ample room for, Doug added his other to the first, double-fisting the futa's monstrosity. Having two hands on her member seemed to do the trick, and Doug could feel the telltale signs that the bludgeon between his fingers was getting hard. It seemed to lurch every time he made a full cycle up and down her pole, the entire intimidating beast hardening against his skin. Her self-lubrication amped up in turn, the young man's hands down to his wrists quickly becoming greased in her essence; his own cock was solid as a rock, and he wasn't sure if he'd ever been so fucking aroused in his entire life!

"Oh fuck Dougie your hands are so soft!" Izzy mewled, her head tossed back, eyes closed, "You must have done this before!"

"O-Only to myself," he panted in return, feeling just as much pleasure despite not being touched, "but I'm glad I'm doing well!"

"So good!"

The pair continued on like this, both content with how things were going. Several more veins appeared across Izzy's cock the more erect she grew, pumping the blood into her monster that it needed in order to awaken. From around his arms Doug could see the futa's bulbous balls jostle together, moving like they had a mind of their own; he could only imagine how much cum those things made! More and more inches of fattening shaft began to stick out from the end of his fists the longer he stroked, half-sagging, half-sticking straight up, bouncing up and down in its semi-hard state. His movements started to slow down, the strain from making such an unnatural - unnatural for him - motion catching up with his unfit form. Isabella noticed this right away.

"What's wrong? Are you getting tired Dougie?"

"No, I'm, uh I'm fine," his breathing had grown heavy as his strength flagged, "it's just a lot of, um, dick to stroke!"

"Hmmm well if you want," Izzy hesitated for a moment, still not wanting to be too forceful, but ultimately unable to hold back her eagerness, "you could always suck it to give your arms a break!"

"S-Suck it...?"

His eyes went wide and focused back on the futa's throbbing glans.

"Mhm, just take it in your mouth. You never know, you might like it! I know I will."

Doug looked up at her, staring into her heavily-lidded eyes, then gulped and nodded. Shuffling forward on his knees, he brought his head up to just an inch away from the pulsing cockhead leaking in front of him and stuck out his tongue; before he did, however, a scent hit his nose. Nostrils flaring, it took him a moment to realize why it was such a recognizable smell: it was the same one that permeated throughout Isabella's room! It was the smell of dick. Dick, balls, cum - it was all that penetrated his olfactory senses since he entered the futa's sanctuary! No wonder he'd been so turned on since he got here. Isabella possessed an odor that stained everything she was near, including Doug, one that had made his head cloudy with arousal.

And it just made him want to suck her dick even more!

Taking a lengthy inhale of her intoxicating, natural fragrance, Doug extended his tongue as far as he could and took a testing-lick of the futa's royal crown; the entire majestic scepter vibrated in his hand, the Queen above him moaning even louder. Lapping at it, Dougie scooped up the precum dripping from her urethra, the rest of the long, fat tube expanding in his palm. Her ball juice tasted how he expected - salty - but also more potent, more thick, more overwhelming compared to the few times he had tasted his own. Moaning at the flavor, the young man couldn't stop himself from diving forward and taking her entire cockhead in his mouth, his lips stretched around its incredible girth, his tongue swishing back and forth across the tip.

"Oooh just like that Dougie!" Izzy gave an involuntary thrust, sinking another inch between her lover's lips, "Your mouth is so warm!"

His mouth was so warm!? Isabella's cock felt like he just swallowed a spoonful of freshly cooked soup he'd forgotten to blow on! His entire face heated up from the intense temperature emanating off of her member, and it caused him to pause his oral ministrations for a moment. Having never given a blowjob before, Doug considered his options. He imagined that it wouldn't feel good to have teeth digging into his own dick, so he did his best to keep his jaw spread as far as it would go, Isabella's giant girth not making this attempt an easy one! Trying to picture what he'd seen in pornos before, he bobbed his head shallowly back and forth, not letting her glans out of his grasp but not taking her shaft too deeply either. Keeping his hands on her awesome appendage to keep it steady, Doug did his best to swallow her growing sausage.

Isabella thought things were going swimmingly! Doug had been more receptive to her advances than she had hoped, never wavering in his desire to please her. Even though his inexperience was clear as a cloudless, Summer day, he was still putting his all into everything he did, and Izzy couldn't be happier about it. She also couldn't resist putting a hand on his head, not being forceful or anything, but just holding it and running his blonde locks through her fingers; the effect of her touch, however, seemed to be the same as if she had started pushing his head down. He started bobbing on her cock with a little more urgency, taking more of her spongy glans and still-hardening cock deeper into his mouth to soak with saliva.

Having not orgasmed once today, combined with the slower-form of seduction she had chosen, had Isabella's toes curling into the carpet with pent up arousal. Her cock was only moments away from reaching its full, amazing size, and she knew her orgasm wouldn't be far behind after she achieved the apex of her growth. Unable to peel her eyes away from little Dougie's face, she was enraptured by the sight of his lips so damn stretched around her girl meat, small gags and gurgling coming from his throat everytime her cockhead beat against the entrance to his throat; she wanted to face fuck him so badly! As if reading her mind, her balls gave a strong bounce against her thighs, having gone woefully neglected since they'd been freed of their clothed jail.

Instead of playing with them herself, Izzy decided Doug's hands would feel better on her churning seed brewers. Keeping her hand entwined in his shaggy hair to let him know not to stop his blowjob, the futa used her free mitt to gently remove one of his hands from her shaft, where it had been making smaller, but still lengthy strokes. She smiled at him as he looked up at her in confusion, and then lowered his hand down her to rotund testicles. Watching as he closed his eyes and moaned around her hunk of cock log, it was apparent he got her message and began to caress her hangers, using the tips of his fingers to push and press into them, taking obvious care not to handle them too roughly. Isabella's choice already seemed like the right one - her pleasure increased instantly!

"Oh yeah just like that Dougie," she encouraged him, knowing that everyone needs support when doing something new, especially shy little virgins, "you're making me feel so good!"

Not able to reply with his mouth stuffed more than it ever had been, Doug figured the best way to reply would be to continue doing what he had been. What weighed heavily on his mind, however, was that Isabella's balls were fucking huge! He had seen them when she undressed, of course, but feeling them was an entirely different experience. Each one was the size of a large apple, and he swore he could feel them grow as he played with them. Just as hot to the touch as her cock was, Doug felt like he could perceive, through the tough, wrinkled flesh, that her titanic testicles were actively churning up more cum, a slight vibration rumbling their being. Everything he was finding out about futanari was mind blowing - Isabella had said she'd give him a hands-on lesson after all!

Something else started to happen to him he hadn't expected - his mouth was getting tired! Just like his arms when he was jerking off, his lips and jaw were becoming sore from the active sucking and back and forth motions he was constantly making. It had turned into a struggle to bat his tongue against her shaft and fleshy helmet as well, her massive meat keeping the pink muscle flattened. On top of all of those issues, her cockhead slammed into his throat every time he bobbed too deeply, forcing small retches out of his gullet; Doug wasn't opposed to trying to deepthroat Izzy's dick, but he was very afraid he might throw up on her if he did, something he definitely didn't want to happen!

The last thing he wanted to do was ruin what was his first sexual encounter with, well, anyone!

Like she had felt all the way down to her toes before, Izzy knew she was quickly approaching her orgasm - her first one, at least! She really wanted Doug to throat her, and she had accidentally thrust into his mouth strongly enough to nudge her glans into the beginning of his gullet a few times, giving her the slightest hint at how good it would feel if he did. Her grip on his hair tightened the closer she got to her finale, the muscles in her arm bulging, veins popping out across her tanned flesh; her other was clenched at her side, the last bastion of resistance she could muster in order to not just grab Dougie's head and plow into him. Restraint was fucking hard!

This wasn't aided by the fact that Dougie looked so damn hot with her cock in his mouth! His chin and the area around his lips glistened with his own saliva, bubbles of spit dripping onto his legs and the carpet below. He was fucking slobbering on her meat, her shaft sheening in the same liquid, rivulets of it running down her length and coating her balls. Isabella had seen him swallow constantly, gulping down each milky rope of precum she'd shot into his orifice. It was fucking sexy - he was fucking sexy! God she couldn't wait to plow his ass... if he let her, of course.

Despite his previous concerns, Doug decided to throw caution to the wind and go for it. Pulling his head back until just the tip of the tip of the futa's cockhead was half-covered by his lips, drool pooling around their meeting point, Doug took a deep breath through his nose, once again inebriating himself on her powerful scent. With his lungs full of oxygen and brain dimmed by images of massive futanari cock, the young man thrust his head forward. Scrunching his eyes shut as he did, he opened his throat the best he could like he was taking a shot of liquor, and did his best to not vomit on the bulky, oral intruder. Her thick shaft rocketed through his mouth before sliding into his throat, pushing his uvula to the side to make the extra space it very much needed. Whole body shaking, Doug held his face as still as he could, tears welling in the corner of his closed-sockets, his neck undulating over and over again to try and swallow or regurgitate Isabella's enormity.

"Fuck!"

Isabella howled into the air as her meat was finally throated, her head flying back, her chest heaving, causing her huge tits to jiggle. He actually did it! Foot bouncing in place, she couldn't help but hold him where he was, not wanting to let this feeling escape her, relishing his devotion. What little prudence she had been able to display was all but thrown out the window, her hips jerking towards the young man's face; her cock prodded further into his neck, creating a bell-shaped distension at the bottom of it near his chest. The rest of her body quaked with ecstasy in response, shaking Doug's body from the force of it. Isabella knew what was about to happen to her even if he didn't.

"Fuck Dougie, I-I'm gonna cum!" Isabella squealed in warning, biting her lower lip. Doug's eyes had already been bulging from the more extensive-than-expected penetration of his oral faculties, but now they were like a Tarsier's in size. His oxygen supply was meeting its end as the massive blockage plugged his airways, suffocation coming in the form of a huge cock. His grip on her balls and dick tightened like the only thing he could do was hold on for dear life, the idea of trying to get her to stop not even crossing the blonde's mind. He'd accepted his fate, as preposterous as it was! As his cheeks started to turn red then blue, tears running down his face and slobber down his chin, the barrier between him and life slid back slowly, giving him another chance at existence.

Pulling out her spit-shined cock until just her throbbing glans ballooned the young man's lips, Isabella mewled as cum raced up her shaft. A touch of scarlet colored her cheeks and the muscles across her body flexed and pulsed with strain, her abs popping out, her biceps bulging. Extra-size, both length and girth, shot through her massive member, stretching Doug's jaw and sending another inch of fat meat onto his tongue, her urethra widening to make room for her copious progeny. Her bulbous cum factories jumped to the bulk of softballs, escaping Doug's fingers to trudge towards her groin. Isabella let out another loud moan as the first blast of milky cock cream exited her yawning slit.