Call of Futy: Modern Fucfest

Hey! It's been a while. Sorry about that. I have here for you all another commission, then hopefully an original piece! I hope you enjoy the finale to this trilogy!

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Former Sergeant Cain Irons had been in hiding for some time when he came into contact with the Urzikstan Liberation Force. They offered him protection from the agents of Shadow Company, who had been hunting him since he sold them out to the Las Almas Cartel. As far as he knew, they thought he was given a hefty sum of cash. In reality, he threw a prosperous military career away for a night with El Sin Nombre herself. To him, it was worth every second. Valeria blew his mind-and his back out-for hours on end, reshaping what sex meant for him. Unfortunately, the two couldn't remain together, and Cain found himself traveling the world, searching for a futanari who could satisfy him. Eventually, his travels brought him to Urzikstan, where he heard rumors of a certain commander, who was particularly blessed in the penis department. It seems they found him first, making contact and inviting him to join their ranks. And that was where he found himself now, a beach on the Urzik coast, where this commander was said to spend much of her free time.

The white sand shifted beneath his sandals as he strode across the beach, the sun's rays bearing down on him from above. He had been to the middle east before, but he never got used to the heat. Cain was surprised to find nobody present on the beach, looking around for any signs of his contact. He spotted a towel on the ground, along with various items a beachgoer would need, but no person. Turning his gaze to the water, he finally noticed movement in the waves, and it seemed they had noticed him as well. A woman emerged from the water, wading through the surf and back onto the sands.

Cain's breath caught in his throat as he got a proper look at her. Her wet, honey-colored skin glimmered as the harsh desert sun shone off of it. Her long, black hair was tied in a braid that hung over one shoulder. She was dressed in a micro bikini that was so small, it somehow would have been less lurid had she just been naked. The top was composed of basically strings with small patches to

barely

cover her nipples, though the edges of her areolae were

very

visible. Her breasts were gigantic, perky, and put visible strain on her swimsuit. Despite their immense weight, they barely had any sag thanks to her strong chest muscles. She was fit, given her military service, however she still had a bit of extra meat in the best possible places. The bottoms of her bikini were absolutely

suffering.

Cain's eyes focused on what was easily the biggest set of cock and balls he had ever seen. Her testicles were so massive that they hung out of either side of her thong, the seam of her scrotum covered by the wet fabric. Her cock was somehow stuffed inside, the shaft practically bent in half just to fit! Cain cursed the entire bikini industry for obscuring his view of perfection. The woman strode her way over to him, a curious, yet knowing smile plastered on her lips.

"Cain Irons, I presume?" She spoke in a smooth voice, her Urzik accent thick but very understandable.

"Y-Yes!" Cain was snapped out of his cock-hungry daydreaming. "And you're Miss Farah Karim?"

"I am Commander Karim, yes." she corrected. "I was told you asked for me by name when my associates reached out to you. I'm very curious why you wanted to see me instead of my superiors." She placed her hands on her hips and cocked them to one side, her tits and genitals swaying hypnotically.

"Well... I..." Should he be honest? Should he lie? 'I want to join your cause so you can fuck me with your huge cock' wasn't exactly a convincing argument for someone like Farah... or was it? "Well, to be completely honest I-"

"You want my cock, yes?" Farah raised a bushy eyebrow. Cain fell silent. "Word has spread far and wide of Cain Irons, the man who betrayed Shadow Company for a taste of womanly cock. Valeria has spoken highly of you. She said your cocksucking skills outperform any prostitute she's ever laid with, and that you make such girly sounds when you take it up the ass." Cain felt his face grow red hot.

"I-Is that a yes?"

"Come with me." Farah beckoned with her finger before stepping around Cain and heading for her towel laid across the sand. He took the opportunity to hungrily ogle her ass, her plump cheeks devouring the thong of her bikini, bouncing with every step she took. Cain hurried after her like an obedient puppy. Once she reached her towel, Farah laid herself down on her front. She had thought ahead and dug a hole for her bust, as well as for her cock, which allowed her to rest comfortably. "Your first test will be as such." She took a bottle of tanning oil and handed it to him. "Help me oil my back. However, if your hand slips, we're done here."

"Y-Yes, Ma'am." Like in the face of every other futa, Cain was putty in her hands. He sheepishly squirted the oil into his palm, the substance already warmed by the desert sun. He rubbed his hands together, mentally preparing himself for his first "test" as Farah had called it. He took a deep breath and knelt down, placing his hands on her back. She didn't react, not even a sound, and that was somehow even more intimidating for Cain! Slowly, his hands began to move, spreading the warm oil across her skin as he tried to get an even coat. He dipped his fingers beneath the back straps of her swimsuit, moving a bit faster when doing so in order to not linger and risk being turned away. Once her entire back was thoroughly coated, he paused above her hips.

"You may continue." Farah said sternly. "I need it everywhere." Cain swallowed and started moving again. His hands crested the mighty hills that made up her ass, coming to rest on top. He had to fight every atom in his body to not just dig his fingers into the pliable flesh. He could see her stuffed scrotum peeking out between her thick thighs,

daring

him to touch it. He quickly moved on from her ass to her meaty thighs. He could feel the strong muscles beneath a delicious layer of fat, indicative of Farah's extensive campaigning in the middle east. Once he was finished with her legs, he paused.

"Alright, Ma'am, I'm done."

"Well, with my back, at least. Don't think I don't need it on my front, too." She pushed herself off the ground and turned onto her back, making sure her face was shielded from the sun by her beach umbrella. Cain swallowed as he gazed upon her voluptuous form once more. "I see you are quite fond of my breasts. Why don't you start there, then? There is a lot of space to cover, after all. Just remember what I told you."

"Yes, Ma'am." Cain could feel the tension in the air around them. Farah was playing with her food. He poured some fresh oil into his hands and placed them on the tops of her breasts, rubbing it along her collar bone and letting gravity carry it into her expansive cleavage. This time he didn't

dare

dip his fingers underneath, even as he watched her delectably suckable nipples hardening underneath the thin fabric. His cock at this point was so unbelievably hard it

hurt.

He could feel his underwear growing wet as precum pooled within. His hands drifted down lower, reaching her underboob and dipping into the spaces beneath.

"Very good. Now the rest." Cain snuck a swift glance at her lower regions. If his eyes weren't deceiving him, her cock had gotten even bigger, her swimsuit tighter, her balls even more full. A small voice in the back of his mind questioned this entire process. What if she was just messing with him? What if after this "test" she would just shoo him away; or worse, turn him in to Shadow Company? To Cain, it didn't matter. Even if there was just a one percent chance that he would get to taste Farah's cock, he would take any risk. His hands found her stomach, massaging the oil into her core, which he could feel was just as deceptively strong as the rest of her. His thumbs came dangerously close to the root of her enormous cock, but he concentrated his willpower, not about to fail the marshmallow test. Onto her thighs, Cain was practically face to face with her futahood. He could see it throbbing, tensing and relaxing as Farah seemingly flexed her kegels. He could feel his mouth watering like a dog during a barbecue.

"Alright, done." He stood up, wiping his hands on his pants.

"Very, very good." Farah sat up, supporting herself with her hands. "You remember that compound you passed when you came here? Meet me there in an hour. Cain instantly perked up, his cock doing something similar in his pants. With an enthusiastic nod, he turned and hurried off in the direction of the compound, sand flying up behind his feet.

It was the longest hour of Cain's life. He must have checked his phone once every minute while drawing random designs in the piles of sand that people had tracked inside. He found himself subconsciously drawing dicks of all shapes and sizes, his mind fixated on Farah and what she could do to him. Finally after an eternity, the door swung open, and she stood before him looking slightly more tanned. She slung a towel around the back of her neck and smiled.

"Are you ready for your reward, Habibi?" She licked her lips and narrowed her deep brown eyes at him. Cain felt like he was in the sight of a predator ready to pounce, similar to when he first met Roze. He nodded his head so hard it nearly fell off. "That's a good boy. Come, let's get cleaned up. She held out a beckoning hand, which Cain quickly took. Farah led him through the compound, the hallways strangely empty for a military outpost. Cain was tempted to ask, but he dared not risk upsetting the goddess before him and miss out on what may very well have been the biggest cock on earth. "Here we are." she said as they stopped in front of the bathrooms. "We should go in together to save water, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."

"You should do away with these clothes. They'll just get in the way." She tugged at the bottom of his shirt. Cain immediately began to strip, not caring if someone came in and saw him naked. One by one each garment hit the floor, until Cain stood in his birthday suit. Farah bit her lip as she looked him up and down. Not only was he short for a guy, but he had a rather wide set of hips and very soft skin. She couldn't help but wonder if all the futa cum had changed him over time. His cock was as hard as ever, pointing at her and twitching as if it were magnetically drawn to her magnificent body. She reached out and took his cock in her calloused hand. Cain tensed up and whimpered, his entire reproductive system contracting as if it took a screenshot. A small wad of sperm squirted onto Farah's fingers as a mini orgasm rocked him. She giggled in response, not stopping to let him recover as she pulled him by his cock into the showers and shut the door behind her.

"Now then, I suppose I should join you in being naked." Farah could have easily taken her bikini off like a normal person, but she was anything

but.

She wanted to show off for her new boytoy, and establish her dominance over him. She puffed out her chest, thrusting her breasts forward and grunting. Cain watched unblinking as the integrity of the front strap of her bikini top failed entirely, snapping and causing it to split open and fall down her arms. Her massive mammaries bounced free, sitting high on her chest and jutting out far in front of her. Her nipples were bright pink and swollen, just

begging

a cute boy like Cain to latch on and suckle to his heart's content. She didn't stop, however. Farah stuck out her hips next, drawing Cain's eye down to her barely-hidden bulge. With another grunt, she flexed her kegels, sending a wave of power through her cock. Her bottoms failed even easier than her top, shredding to ribbons as her package actually put in an ounce of effort. Her cock flopped out and impacted one of her thick thighs with a meaty slap. Despite being completely flaccid, it reached down past her knees! It was covered in gnarled, deep purple veins that all converged on a throbbing brown tip half concealed by a hood of thick foreskin. Her balls were completely hairless, weighing down their leathery sack from the sheer density of sperm packed tightly inside. Her entire package was humongous! It put every futanari Cain had fucked to shame, even Roz and Valeria! Farah flexed over and over again, making Cain watch her display of virility as her cock and balls pulsed and clenched with unrivaled potency. Cain instantly lost all control of himself, diving towards her, mouth agape. He grabbed hold of her meaty hips, though she didn't budge even with his full weight behind his movements. Cain unhinged his jaw like a ravenous python and engulfed her entire glans into his maw.

"Ohh shit!" Farah hissed, not expecting such intensity even from a futa cock slut like Cain. His mouth quickly filled with saliva, which he used to make his blowjob several magnitudes sloppier! He worked just her head at first, his tongue tickling her frenulum as his lips massaged her fleshy spearhead with immense skill. Farah immediately started growing, blood cascading into the thousands of veins in her cock. Feeling this, Cain started to take more inches into his mouth, the futa's cock quickly entering his throat and stretching it like a condom. He barely even gagged, though, his body used to pleasuring tools of a similar magnitude. Her shaft slowly extended and thickened as her erection grew, snaking further down his gullet as his lips raced her cock's growth to reach her pubis. Spittle oozed down his chin and onto her balls, which he could feel vibrating as they awoke to brew their first load. She couldn't help but moan aloud at how skilled this man was. Never had she met someone so

hungry

for cock! By now his lips were firmly wrapped around the base,forming a vacuum seal that kept her cock firmly lodged all the way in his stomach. He could feel it oozing precum into his guts, giving him just a taste of her true potency as a futanari.

"Fuck... fuck fuck fuck." Farah bit her lip and grabbed Cain's hair tightly in her fingers. "Get off me, boy. I don't want to cum yet!" With strength befitting her sex, she managed to

yank

Cain off of her cock, causing him to make a disgustingly whorish slurping sound as he dislodged. He flopped back on his ass, coughing and catching his breath before looking up to see his handy work. Her cock was now easily as thick as his forearm, with balls like that of grapefruits. It was undoubtedly two feet long at

least.

The veins were even more pronounced, and its color had gone a few tones darker from all the blood pumping into it.

"What do you think, Habibi?" Farah cooed, grabbing the base of her meat hammer and shaking it. Her fingers couldn't even meet around the circumference. Precum and spit flung from her tip and splattered across Cain's face, causing him to moan like a slut. He licked his chops like Pavlov's dog, tasting the musky, salty she-pre that was now gushing from Farah's slit.

"Farah... Please give me your cock. I need it more than anything in this world. I'll

die

if I can't feel it inside me!"

"Are you sure, Cain? If you experience me, you may never be satisfied by another cock again."

"You're all I need, Mommy!" Cain squealed, catching Farah off-guard with the pet name. "I want to be yours! I want you so badly!" He hopped up and embraced her, his face sinking into her deep cleavage. She smelled so delicious, like sweat, lotion, and musky cock.

"How cute.~" She ruffled his dirty blonde locks and gave his forehead a kiss. "If you want me, then you will have me." She reached behind her and turned the faucet on, water cascading down over the two of them, pre-warmed by the desert heat. Farah made sure the water didn't hit her cock and wash all of the spit-lube Cain had generously prepped her with. "Up you go." With incredible ease, Farah gripped onto Cain's thick thighs and lifted him up. He instinctively wrapped his legs around her waist to secure himself, moaning as he felt her cock lodge itself between his plump cheeks. She held him still for a few fleeting moments, staring into his eyes before she started sliding him back and forth. Cain's ass cheeks squelched as he hotdogged his new lover's enormous cock, trying to mentally prepare himself for the inevitable ruining on the horizon. He tried to wiggle his hips and enhance Farah's pleasure, but ended up with his own cock plunged between her massive bust. The futa giggled as she felt him twitch from both ends. "If you wanted to fuck my tits, you could have just asked."

"S-Sorry, Farah... I didn't mean-" She suddenly yanked him closer, their bodies smushing together with a wet squelch. Cain's meek male cock was sent even deeper into the abyss of Farah's tits, gripped tightly and lovingly by her fatty mounds.

"I'm not Farah to you, Habibi. I'm

Mommy.

" she growled the last word before attacking his lips with her own. Her tongue instantly invaded his mouth, squirming and battering every centimeter of its interior as Cain was helpless to stop her onslaught. He could feel her cock pulsing

angrily

between his buns, demanding it be buried into a tight hole as soon as possible. Farah couldn't ignore her beast's demands any longer. With a grunt, she lifted Cain even higher. He worried his head would hit the ceiling with how high he had to go just to be level with her tip, but once he felt that swollen fleshy helmet prodding at his entrance, his heart raced even faster.

"Are you ready, Cain?"

"Yes, Mommy. Please, give it to me."

"Good boy." Farah relaxed her muscles and let gravity do most of the work. The pressure against Cain's asshole immediately skyrocketed, and he relaxed his sphincter to ease the massive entry occuring behind him. Farah's glans immediately sank into Cain, the corona of her tip snagging against his ring and guaranteeing they would be inseparable for the foreseeable future. She didn't stop. She kept pulling him down the numerous inches of her cock. He could feel her veins grinding against his prostate, sending electric blasts of euphoria straight to his brain. Even after taking so much girlcock, his ass gripped Farah like a vice, almost fighting her from gaining more ground inside him. However, the futanari always wins. With a deafening

PLAP

, Cain's bubble butt slammed into Farah's thighs and balls as she hilted herself. At the same time, he felt the bulge of her cock push out his stomach and hit him in the chin. He couldn't even make a sound. Every cell in his body felt like it was melting. All he could do was vibrate against her as the first of countless orgasms cascaded through him. Farah groaned as she felt his insides massage her length.

"You feel amazing, Habibi. You took my cock so well!" She kissed his slack mouth as she felt his cum splash between her tits. "I'm going to make you addicted to me. You will never cum again without my smell, my taste, and my big fucking cock!" She took a deep breath, planted her feet, and started to fuck. The first thrust made Cain pass out. The second woke him right back up. Farah went into a rhythm of slow, brutal thrusts, going balls deep about once every second. Cain could still barely make a sound, only squeaks and gurgles emitting from him every now and then as his body tried pointlessly to adjust to the sexual punishment taking place inside him.

The space between her watermelon-sized tits was absolutely painted with Cain's seed, which provided ample lubrication for a simultaneous paizuri to go along with her vicious rutting. The motion of her body caused her tits to bounce up and down against Cain's entire torso, stroking his cock in the process of it all. She relished the feeling of their hard nipples grazing together, just another source of pleasure to drive her furious fucking. Compared to how she looked on the beach, Farah's musculature was much more defined now as she exerted them properly for the first time in a long time. Her legs were especially defined as she had them firmly planted on the tile floor, toes curled so hard they looked as if they would dig into it! Her arms burned as she held Cain's limp slutty body against her, his brain short circuiting thanks to the repeated stream of orgasms arching up his spine.