Last of The Futa Romantics Ch. 03

A short one, and pretty thin with the sex - but pretty pi-vo-tal!
Perhaps because of those two things, this one was pretty hard to write. not much action, lots of soap-opera going-ons (and the last one I've ever watched was Soap, all the way back in the '70s!). I hope to tet back on track with the next chapter...
"Oh my god, I think I'm going to cry...!"
Helen rolled her eyes. It sometimes seemed to her as though her mother had done nothing BUT cry in the five months since she heard the news of her daughter's upcoming marriage. Hearing that her beautiful girl was getting married - the beautiful girl with the giant cock, mind you! - was something that Mrs. Ginsburg had never expected to hear in her life. Factor in the fact that the husband-to-be was a nice, handsome, seemingly-normal Jewish accountant, and her cup could be said to have definitely runneth over. And she didn't even know about the really big news, which Hellen and Adam had only learned about two weeks ago... But Helen was just so dang happy about it all, and was ready to go on cutting her mom some (a lot of) slack. She gave another twirl, looking at herself in the mirror.
She had managed to keep the affair pretty small - close family and close friends only - but her mom would not budge on the bride's dress, and Helen felt kind of glad she gave in. It wasn't too fancy - a ruffled ivory skirt with a strapless top, with a sort of beady belt and various sequins - but she thought she totally made it work. She hadn't been to the beach in years, but her friends had talked her into going to a tanning salon, and it showed. The dress itself was quite modest - the skirt only showed a couple of inches of thigh, and the built-in bra wasn't too revealing; but with her build - a statuesque 5'11", her generous curves threatening to burst at any point - and her striking face, she looked amazing.
"You look pretty smug..."
Lea, her best friend and sorta-bridesmaid, trying as usual to keep her head at a manageable size. She smiled and gave her the finger. "Earned the right, bitch. Did my time and all..."
"Yes you have! You look WONDERFUL, sweetie!" Her mom hugged her shoulder, looking proudly at their reflections, her eyes shining. "That thief of a photographer should be paying US for the privilege of taking your pictures today!"
Helen hugged her back. "Thanks, mom. But you really need to leave, now; Lea's going to help me with the makeup, and the rabbi said he wants to talk to us before the ceremony, so..."
"I don't like that Rabbi; too modern... But I have to go talk to the caterer; I swear to you, that girl is SMOKING something, she seems TOO relaxed..."
Helen leaned down to be kissed, and watched her mom scuttle out of the room.
"Your mom is a real sweetheart..."
She nodded. "She is. I didn't really want this ceremony, but it makes me feel real good, seeing her this way. She deserves it after all those years..."
Lea knew all about her early years, the horrible experience of growing up - and of raising - a futa. She squeezed her arm. "You do, too. But those years are all in the past. You guys are so GOOD together..."
"Damn right we are!"
The two girls turned their heads. The door was jarred open, a handsome head peeking in - Adam Stein, newly-certified accountant and Helen's husband-to-be. Lea left her friend's side, and walked over to the door, her hand raised.
"No way, Adam! You know you're not supposed to be here, Helen needs to..."
Adam was already inside, ducking around the furious Lea. "Wow, relax, I'm not staying or anything - just wanted to say hi, make sure my bride is OK..."
"Oh, I know all about how you say HI, Adam! Get the fuck out, I need to do her makeup!"
Adam was already standing next to his bride, raising himself on tip-toes to kiss her. She was barefoot and he had his shoes on, which made it easier, but she was still a couple inches taller than him. Once upon a time, a girl being taller than him used to be a problem for him; not any more, not by a long shot, not with this amazing woman who would be taking his name in a couple of hours... She pulled away, smiling.
"Come on, baby - you're gonna get the dress all wrinkled..."
He waved his hand dismissively. "Yeah, well, you'll look stunning in a barrel, who cares. I just want to touch the baby."
Lea snorted. "She's just starting the ninth week, it's more like a fish. And you're not fooling anyone, you know."
Adam threw her a dirty look, and turned back to his bride-to-be. "Ignore her, Xena. I just want to kiss your belly... for luck"
Hellen laughed, pushing him away. Adam has been overjoyed since they had learned about her pregnancy, two weeks ago, needing to touch her belly at every opportunity. But touching and kissing her belly always got them both going, inevitably leading him downwards...
"Forget it. We know how it will end, and I really don't want to stain this dress two hours before the wedding."
Adam shook his head vigorously, seemingly offended. İzmir travesti "No, no, seriously, just a kiss, I swear!"
Lea started laughing, going over to the sofa and sitting down. She had known Hellen and her sex-crazed boyfriend for almost two years, and she had no doubt about how this was going to play out. Her friend was inhumanly strong, capable of easily picking her putz of a fiancé up and tossing him out of the room, but she was stupid in love with the guy, and he always knew how to pull her strings. Lea stopped laughing, sighing. She knew she should try and stop it, but she also knew it was hopeless. Might as well enjoy the show...
Helen relented, tapping her taut belly underneath the ruffled dress. "OK, one kiss and then you get out and let us finish here."
Adam looked incredulous. "I can't kiss the dress! What's the point?!"
"What indeed?" Helen tapped her belly once more. '"Take it or leave it."
Adam pouted, giving her a reproachful look. "Seriously, you've got no faith in me, and frankly -" he got down on his knees in front of her. "- I'm quite offended."
There was a loud snort of laughter from the side, which Adam wisely ignored. He put his hands around Helen's wide hips, taking hold of her luscious ass, squeezing it slightly. He brought his head forward, and spoke softly.
"Hi, baby, it's daddy... Hope you enjoy the wedding, you little baby bastard..."
Helen tapped him lightly on the side of the head. "Hey! Language!"
He laughed happily. "Well, he is!" He put his lips on her belly, feeling the hard tummy that he loved so much behind the frilly fabric, and kissed it loudly, taking care not to let his drool touch the dress. He looked up, seeing Helen's smile from above her large breasts, which the tight bra barely contained. "And he knows I love him!"
Helen ruffled his hair with her hand. "So, are we done?"
Adam smiled mischievously. "Just want to say 'hi' to little Helen... We don't want her to be jealous, right?"
Helen looked at Lea, who was mouthing: told you! She shrugged, feeling a bit giddy. She had been with Adam for well over two years, but she still found his never-ending fascination with her body - especially her girl-meat - to be cute. Elsie had called it the day after that first, double date at Lambka Alpha Chi, calling him that hated name - a cockslut... But she didn't really want to think about Elsie, right now. Just enjoy this beautiful, wonderful man who loves you like no one ever had...!
He leaned his face in, again, putting his ear on the inside of her thigh, leaning in to rest it against the large, trunk-like shaft secured to her thigh. He sat still for a minute, his hands tight on her buttocks, listening, the throbbing of the great cock thundering against his ear. Helen started to moan, quietly, her arousal interspersed with pain. Adam turned his head, nudging her beast with his nose.
"Oooh, I forgot the lioness is in chains..."
He moved one hand from her ass, and stroked the great cock, going down to the hard band at its base.
"Just a few hours, baby... Tonight you'll be Mrs. Helen Stein, and you'll be carrying your husband over the threshold with your big, meaty girl-cock buried deep inside his ass..."
Helen's groans of pain almost drowned out the sound of Lea's palm slapping her forehead. She spoke through clenched teeth.
"Take it off... take the ring off and take me in your mouth. Do it!"
Adam smirked into her crotch, the fingers on Helen's ass raised in a rude gesture for Lea to see. She exploded in anger.
"Seriously, Elle? An hour before the ceremony? If you stain it, you're screwed!"
Helen moaned as Adam's expert fingers struggled to get the cock-ring off her fast-growing monster. "Just... just a quick one... Adam will... MMMFFF... take it all in, he's NNNNGGG... he's super good at this..."
Lea shrugged, getting up. "Fuck this. I'm going to the lobby to get a drink, you can fetch loverboy here to get me once you're done..."
The ring was almost off, and Helen sighed in relief. "Wait! Please, Lea - you gotta stand guard outside, my mom might pop back at any minute..."
Lea looked at her incredulously. "And that doesn't tell you that this might not be a very good idea?!"
Helen pouted, her eyes fluttering coyly. "Pretty please...? I really need this..."
Lea gave her a reproachful look, then threw a much nastier one at the still-smirking Adam. Grumbling, she turned around and went to the door.
"You're such a MORON, sometimes!"
Adam looked at the closing door, then turned around to his fiancée. "OK, where..."
A rough hand grabbed the back of his head. "Shut UP, bitch! You want this?!" A hard, spongy, gigantic mushroom pressed into his lips. "Open wide, bitch!"
He opened his mouth to protest, and the giant appendage shoved its way in forcefully, pushing his jaws to the limits. He gurgled wordlessly, trying to pull back, pushing against her thick thighs, but her hand held his head İzmir travestileri steady, and her thick, rock-hard shaft pushed its way into his mouth.
"That's it, bitch - nice and wide, momma is going to fill your scrawny little neck..."
Her cock never stopped, pushing its way over his tongue, reaching his throat in seconds. He started to gag violently, his hands hammering ineffectually at her hard thighs, but she just laughed, her womanhood continuing to advance down his throat, her powerful glutes contracting, pushing her forward in short, powerful thrusts, impaling him on her mighty rod.
"Oh, yeah, squeeze me, you slut, I'm going to fill you upMMMNNFF, you're gonna look like Humpty Dumpty under the Chuppah... MMMMNNNN... You feel my MMMFFF balls? Feel all that cum? MMMNNNFF Yeah, it's all for you, bitch... Just try not...MMMMNNNFF to die...!"
Her prey gurgled wordlessly, his fists beating uselessly on her thighs, and she laughed in delight.
"My god, you're so WEAK - MMMNNNFFF! - but your throat feels SOOOO good...! MMMFFFGG! Yeah, keep thrashing, my huge girl-cock is loving this..."
There were still 3 inches of her outside, the heavy balls already bouncing against his bulging throat, when they heard raised voices outside the door. Helen cursed softly, and stopped her progress, listening, one hand holding her dress up, the other holding Adam's head, her gigantic womanhood deep inside his throat. Her fiancé stopped his struggling, keeping still, listening. They could hear Lea's voice, getting angrier, louder, a low, woman's voice speaking quietly. Adam started slapping the side of Helen's thigh, signaling for her to let him go, but she stood as if transfixed.
"No WAY. No fucking WAY!"
The door opened, Lea's almost-shrill voice angry. "Can't you leave her alone on her WEDDING day, you harpy?"
A woman stepped into the room. She was tall, wide-shouldered, large-breasted, blonde, blue-eyed - more handsome, or striking, than beautiful. She was dressed in an elegant mini dress that showed off very thick and shapely thighs. She was also very pregnant, her giant belly indicating seventh - maybe even eighth - month.
"Helen, Adam," said Elsie Evans. "Glad to see you kids still got it."
***
Adam, who was busy extricating the giant cock from his body, froze when he heard Elsie's voice. Helen stroked his head. "It's OK, baby, I'm here." She looked up at her sister and spoke, her voice cold.
"Why are you here, Elsie? You were not invited and you're not welcome here."
Elsie sat down on the sofa, her great bulk moving slowly. "You wouldn't return my calls, Elle. It's not right that you'll get married without anyone from the family present."
Helen smiled coldly. "I've got all the family I need, thank you. Again: this is a private function, and you were not invited."
Adam finally managed to get his mouth off her cock. He got up on his feet, a little shakily, and moved to Helen's side, hugging her waist. She put her hand on his and squeezed it, reassuringly. Elsie shrugged.
"Well, I'm legit - I'm Joey's plus one. And I got dressed nice and all..."
They both looked at her incredulously.
"Joey?! What happened to Lucy?" Helen's face darkened. "What the hell did you DO, Elsie?"
Her sister smiled innocently. "Oh, I'm sure she's fine. Joey decided that it was better that he take me - after all, it was the four of us at the very beginning, right?"
Helen snorted contemptuously. "Like hell he did! What did you do to him?!"
Elsie smiled sheepishly. "Well, he might have somehow gotten the idea that there was a teeny-tiny chance that if he didn't, his loving girlfriend would learn who the father of this little stallion in here" - patting her large belly - "was."
Adam gaped at her, his fear turning to shock. Helen just stared at her. Her voice, when she spoke, was filled with contempt. "So, you're a blackmailer as well. Why am I not surprised?"
Elsie seemed to be genuinely hurt. She started to answer, thought better of it, and reflected for a minute. When she finally spoke, her voice was subdued. "You're right, of course. But I didn't know what else to do. You cut me off, Elle - you cut all of us off... you just up and went away and wouldn't talk to any of us. I'm your fucking SISTER - I really do care about you..."
"Obviously not enough to stop you from trying to rape my boyfriend."
"I didn't...!"
Adam now clung to his fiancée, hugging her waist with both hands, his face digging into her generous breasts. She hugged him closer and kissed his head, murmuring softly in his ear. Elsie, still seated, clenched and unclenched her fists, looking frustrated.
"Look, Elle - you've got to believe me, it wasn't like that. It wasn't RAPE. I would never..."
"No, of course - I'm sorry, the clan of course doesn't recognize that concept. You CAN'T rape a male - he's property, right? When I found you with your dick inside my boyfriend's ass, you were just exercising Travesti izmir your god-given, Ursula-sanctioned RIGHTS. The fact that you scarred him for life - and, incidentally, broke a specific promise you made to ME, your ostensibly-beloved sister - that was all acceptable collateral damage!"
The room was silent. Helen and Adam stared at Elsie, who sat, looking up at them, saying nothing. Lea moved unobtrusively behind her, arranging the makeup kit on the small table opposite the large mirror on the wall. Elsie seemed to be debating something with herself. She threw Adam a swift look and he flinched, shrinking back into Helen's large frame.
"I'm sorry, Helen. No matter what the clan's traditions are, I betrayed your trust, and for that I'm sorry. There really are no words to describe just HOW MUCH." She threw another glance at Adam, her stare blank. She rose slowly, standing up with her hands underneath her great belly. "I won't be staying for the reception. Just know that I think about you a lot, and that I wish you both only the best. If you ever need me - I'll always be there."
Helen bit her lip, looking as if her emotions were about to take over. But she spoke in a tightly-controlled voice.
"Thank you. I just wish to keep as far away from the clan - and anything to do with it - as possible. We're going to be married, and raise a family, and never let the insanity in. I just want what I've always wanted - to have a normal life."
Elsie smiled wanly. "'Normal'. That's an interesting concept. Also, very poorly-defined..."
Helen shrugged dismissively. "Whatever. You know what I mean."
Elsie nodded and turned away. "Goodbye, Helen." She walked slowly to the door and went out, without saying another word.
***
Lea looked at the closed door. "Well, that was very soap-operatic..."
Helen smiled grimly. "Yeah, that's Elsie. Loves the big scenes." She turned to Adam, who was still holding on to her, his body shaking a little. "You OK, baby? I know it was hard for you..."
He shook his head and hugged her closer. "I'm fine. When you're holding me, I know that nothing can hurt me."
She smiled happily, and brought her face down to his, kissing him deeply. She broke after a moment, and touched his throat tenderly. "It was going to be one for the ages - too bad she broke it up...!"
He nodded, smiling. "Wow, you were really into it... Scared the shit out of me, it was so HOT!!"
Lea, sensing that her ever-horny friends were on course for another round, moved in, speaking firmly. "OK, Adam - get the fuck out of here, NOW! I gotta do her makeup!"
Helen smiled and leaned in for a swift peck on the lips, then pushed her betrothed away gently. "We'll have all of eternity for this, honey. Now, scoot - or we'll never make it to the freakin ceremony!"
***
Adam peeked into the small lobby. It was quite full, with many people out on the veranda overlooking the lake. Luckily, Elsie was inside, talking to Joey. She noticed him standing in the doorway, and put her hand on his friend's arm, saying something. He nodded, and she walked over to Adam, who slunk back into the corridor. Adam was struck at how good she looked, even with that huge belly and all the new fat. His mind turned to thoughts of Helen. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever known, and her body was smoking hot - how will SHE look pregnant? And - after it? Will she ever gain her figure back? He gave a mental shrug. Hey, I'm not THAT shallow! I'll ALWAYS love her, no matter how she looks! And, well - she'll always have that humongous cock, just the thought of which made him instantly hard...
"What do you want, Adam?"
Elsie was standing in front of him, her eyes cold. He felt a sudden pang of fear; he knew the sisters' strength only too well - was he taking too much of a chance? But he needed to know, he had to know whether he was SAFE...! He swallowed with some difficulty.
"You never told her... why?"
He couldn't read her expression. Was it contempt? Anger? Or sadness? Her voice when she spoke was tightly-controlled. "To what end? I betrayed her. I see no problem with sisters sharing a man - but she told me she didn't want to, that you were her's. I should have respected her wishes. I should have turned you down."
"But you never TOLD her that! You never TOLD her it was me who pressured you into this!" He stopped, looked around, and went on, his voice lowered. "Why take the rap?!"
She nodded, and he thought that she now looked definitely sad. "Again: the main issue for me is my betrayal of her trust. I see nothing wrong with you wanting to taste other cocks - it's only natural, you ARE a cock-slut." He winced at the hated word, and she smiled grimly. "Yes you are - and there's nothing wrong with it. I believe that you DO love her, and I don't want to do anything that will create a rift between you two. But you need to share this with her, you need to TELL her, or this WILL come between you. If you love her, you need to be honest with her."
He sneered, feeling a mixture of relief and guilt. "That's what they teach you at grad school?"
She didn't smile. "You don't need a degree in psychology to know that. Man, woman, futa - we just need to try and be better PERSONS. Just try and not be a schmuck."