New (Old) material 11 - Orgy Cumsluts and Dick Enhancements

**This episode gets right into some of my favourite stuff -- cock enhancements! And with an enhanced cock, an enhanced cumshot is never far behind...

Also, I am announcing an ALL NEW story EXCLUSIVE to patreon. It doesn't have a title yet, but it is going to be about a team of cocksmiths who are seeking admittance to a secret-agent style organisation called the S.T.U.D society. It is set to involve all of my favourite things - extreme stamina, incredible bimbo sluts, huge proportions, the lot. I am writing the first part now and it will be released at the beginning of May**

The sensation of having her asshole filled up with cock to such an extraordinary degree, combined with the fact that she had removed one of her hands from Sean’s cum-filled balls to lightly spank her pussy, meant that Anya had long since slid into a state of sexual delirium, beads of sweat rolling down her muscular, curvaceous frame as she screamed out one orgasm after the other.

For Sean, this was undeniably a nice place to be, and the tightness of Anya’s anus almost seemed to suck her back down again each time that she raised herself upwards, the two of them bucking against one another in a savage pace.
They could now both feel Sean’s scrotum beginning to balloon up to an unprecedented size, his thighs being pushed further apart by the swell of his balls.

“I’m gonna…” Sean began to groan, but Anya interrupted him with an emphatic “I know!” even as she began to struggle to get off his member before it was too late. This, she suspected, would be a cumshot of epic proportions.


“I promise,” Jack responded to Felicity’s demands as she led him past the threshold into the previously hidden room.
The room wasn’t terribly big, and like the one that they had entered it from, it was littered with a plethora of machines, all of which seemed to have been left switched on despite the fact that nobody was currently using them.

In the centre of the room there was a metal platform, about three inches higher than the floor and four feet in diameter, with metal braces shooting up from the floor and down from the ceiling, ostensibly to support someone standing on the platform. Next to it stood a large metal container, about six feet high and two feet wide, with several compartments built into it and a thick rubber hose going up from the top of the container to latch on to the ceiling.

“Wait here,” Felicity ordered Jack and, as she approached the lone metal locker which stood against one of the walls, added “and close your eyes.”
Doing exactly what he had been told to, Jack could hear soft movements coming from the direction where Felicity was, and he deemed them to be caused by her putting something on.
“Okay, you can look now,” Jack opened again at Felicity’s okay, and grinned when he saw what she had put on.

It was hardly a complete outfit that Felicity had found, or maybe it was, it was hard determine just how outrageously the women of this facility would dress themselves.
Regardless, Felicity’s new outfit consisted of a white PVC jacket which ended just below her ribs and black-laced platform boots in white leather with four inch heels.
That was all that it consisted of, and Jack quite naturally approved of it since it didn’t obscure either her massive tits in all of their round, cum-stained glory or the narrow patch of pubic hair and puffy lips of her sweet twat.

“So, what do you think?” Felicity inquired of Jack, striking a pose with her left leg slightly bent and her right hand resting on her narrow waist.
Still grinning, Jack stepped closer to Felicity, seized hold of his cock and swung it in her direction and said, in a calm and clear voice, “Picasso.”

Jack could see Felicity’s eyes go wide with shock just before the first blast of jizz exited his pisshole to come flying towards her, striking her right in the valley between her gargantuan boobs and forcing her backwards until her ass was pressed against the walls, the pressure of Jack’s continuous cumblast being such that she was incapable of moving forwards again, and so she was forced to stand up against the wall and writhe against the wall.

Again, being hosed down with cum was enough to make Felicity climax, and the delectable brunette’s legs gave up on her as she wailed out in bliss, causing her to slide down onto her ass on the floor, which Jack responded to by stepping even closer to her and letting the remainder of his impossibly lengthy and copious ejaculation shower down on her from above.

“You know when I promised not to blow my load when I saw you in your new outfit,” Jack merrily broke the silence that followed the end of his ejaculation, “I lied.”


Anya was on her knees in front of Sean, who had hurled himself up into an upright position even as his balls maintained their swelling. The state of Sean’s nuts was something that Anya would have a hard time not noting, and she felt her pussy scream with lust as she registered the fact that he now looked as though he was smuggling coconuts in his scrotum.

With his left hand resting on his hips as he stared down on Anya with feverish lust, Sean gave his turgid member a few hard jerks and then released a bellow which could probably have been heard outside the bunker.

Bracing herself for the oncoming cannonade, Anya barely noticed the door being flung open and four naked, buxom women storming into the room.

The first jet of cum must have encompassed over a pint in volume, and it struck Anya’s tits and stomach with such force that tiny droplets of the stuff was ricocheted of her body to splatter against the walls and ceiling.

The second jet hit Anya higher up, instantly turning her hair into a single braid of tangled tresses held together by thick ropes of balljuice.
The third jet made her face look as white and glossy as her boobs and stomach, and Anya felt happy that she had managed to shut her eyelids before it had hit her.

By now, the force of Sean’s releases had subsided somewhat, thus enabling Anya to close in and lock her pouty lips around the sleek tip of Sean’s dick. During the span of the next few minutes, Anya employed both her mouth and hands to expertly milk Sean of his jizz, savouring the taste of his cream, which she by now considered to be downright heavenly, before gulping it down.

When the last of Sean’s load was squeezed into her ravenous maw, Anya’s hunger was sated and would remain so for quite a long while. She was still lusting after Sean’s cock, however…

Jack, this is ridiculous,’ said Felicity, inbetween suckling the immense meatstick that was currently being prodded in her face by the hulking man standing over her, ‘I’m fucking drenched and I can hardly be expected to examine you properly when I’m covered in your cum. My legs are jelly from the orgasm as it is.’

‘I’m sorry,’ said Jack, ‘I took your labcoat for a rainjacket. It’s the right material.’
‘Next time I’ll bring my umbrella too.’

Jack helped Felicity to her feet. The huge-titted scientist giggled at the loud squelching sound that was produced when her cum-splattered PVC jacket squealed as it slipped against the metal wall behind her as she raised herself vertically against it.

‘Thank you,’ said Felicity, regaining her comportment and smoothing creases out of the skintight, immodest jacket while she approached a keyboard.

‘This is the nerve centre of my little operation here,’ Felicity said. ‘We’re about as state-of-the-art as it gets here. Advanced as you are, the place you’ve come from will be something like ten years behind, technologically speaking. Which is why I fancy I may yet be able to wring some further advantages out of you. Would you like that?’

‘I suspect that you’d like it even more,’

‘I won’t deny that, Jack. I’m not doing this wholly for the thrill of scientific achievement. But womankind would never forgive me if I’d have had the chance to make you better and turned it down.’

At this, Felicity produced yet another set of spectacles identical to the last pair and put them on. ‘Don’t cum on these,’ she said to Jack with a smirk, ‘I’m serious.’

After this the busty brunette scientist began to type at the keyboard and a number of lights began flashing on the metal container on the platform. One of the compartments on the container began to open up slowly on a series of hinges, extruding from the midsection of the metal box and opening out. Jack saw that inside the compartment was a fairly snug black latex tube.

‘I’m going to scan you,’ said Felicity, ‘would you mind getting on the platform and putting your dick into that tube for me?’

‘Is it safe?’

‘As houses.’

Jack mounted the platform as requested and did as he was asked, gathering his glistening, erect cock and placing it against the mouth of the tube. His length began to slide in easily and he found that the sensation of the latex surrounding his dick was intensely pleasurable.

‘Scanning,’ said Felicity.

‘Feels nice,’ said Jack.

‘I modelled it on my pussy,’ said Felicity. ‘Don’t cum though. I don’t feel like spending all afternoon cleaning your semen from the circuitry inside the machine. Ok, we’re done.’

‘And?’

‘You’ll find out in due course. Now remove your dick.’

Jack did so, and after he had the compartment withdrew itself and sealed back into the body of the container. Very swiftly, another box that was set next to the one that had just closed opened itself up. This one presented another appendage, which was shaped like two capacious cups.

‘Put your balls in there,’ said Felicity.

Jack obliged and slid his balls into the two smooth containers, finding that they gripped gently onto his massive testes with infinite care. The cups were smooth aand vibrated softly, so that the sensation was one of his balls being massaged.

‘Nice?’ asked Felicity

‘Very.’

‘I’m toying with the idea of leaving you attached to this. Those little ball-holders are programmed to keeping you on the edge of orgasm indefinitely, if I let them. And we’re finished.’

Jack removed his balls from the compartment, which sealed itself back into the large box. ‘What do you think?’

‘Well, here’s what I think,’ said Felicity, peering a various readouts, ‘your balls are operating at full capacity. I couldn’t be able to increase your output there unless I took radical steps.’

‘What sort of steps?’

‘Increasing the size of the testes themselves. This could be done, and easily. You might have to get used to walking a little bit funnily for a while, but it would push your production past anything we’ve ever seen before. It would, in the opinion of this particular scientist, be worth seeing.’ Felicity pushed the glasses further up her nose. ‘As for your dick… well, you’re a good foot long now. I can push you way beyond that. You’d be gigantic. I’d also improve your projection, maybe by increasing the power of your prostate muscle. I could do it here, now, and it wouldn’t even take too long.’

“How experimental is the procedure?” There was an understandable undercurrent of apprehension present in Jack’s voice as he responded to Felicity’s statement on the possible further enhancements that she could expose him to.

“Not very,” Felicity began to formulate her explanation, her voice suddenly quite sympathetic as she acted more like a concerned physician than a pioneering, slightly mad scientist, “it’s the scale of the enhancement that’s novel, not the way in which it’s achieved.”

“I’m 99.9 percent certain that it’ll work as it’s supposed to.” Felicity added, quite foolishly thinking that it’d quell Jack’s concern when all it in fact did was to make him consider what would happen if the 0.1 chance of something going wrong would manifest itself.


In the showers, water was spraying freely from the twelve showerheads which were mounted high onto the innermost wall of the open, tiled room, the warmness of the water creating a thick layer of steam that slowly slid through the room.

Squatting down on her haunches with her face turned towards the same wall into which the showerheads were built, Gemma was expertly licking her tongue all over Casey’s twat while the former Ordus girl groaned and pressed her juicy ass against the sleek tiles behind her.

Over one of the three benches not far from the door, Emma was laying with her tits and belly pressed against the cool metal surface of the bench, her face convulsing with lust as Ilona hovered above her, the supremely busty and deliciously dark-skinned scientist grunting as she stood with one foot planted firmly on each side of the bench and bended her knees again and again to keep the slightly bent, 24-inch dildo pumping up and down between them, one blunt end of the ridiculously large fake cock buried into each of the two women’s assholes.

This probably wasn’t what Felicity had meant when she had asked Ilona to get the three newcomers cleaned up and dressed, but then she had Jack all to herself, and under the guise of scientific inquiry.

So fuck Felicity, Ilona thought as her own asshole stretched itself wide in a successful effort to accommodate the dildo which was in terms of circumference a rough equivalent to an ordinary baseball bat.


Anya had long since slipped out of the bodysuit, but she was still clad in the glossy boots with the stripper heels as she laid on her back in the dishevelled bed, the sheets of which were bunched up into drifts made wet by a combination of cum and sweat.

With her ankles now not more than a few inches away from her face, Anya had entered a state of delirium as Sean stabbed his dick down into her anus from above.
Somehow, Anya had managed to snake one arm down to her sex, so that she could alternate between frantically fingering her cunt and roughly pinching and rubbing her tender clit with a fervour that she had never thought she’d be able to muster up until she first met Jack and Gemma earlier that same day.


“Alright, I’ll do it.” Jack’s announcement brought a delighted squeal from Felicity, and she instantly set out to prep him for the procedure, under repeated promises that it would all work out just fine, which Jack naturally responded to by beginning to worry again.
His worries weren’t exactly diminished when Felicity manoeuvred him onto a metal circle and slipped his feet into a pair of metal boots which were bolted onto the circle.

“What’s this for?” Jack asked as a metallic arm, crowned with a very long and very sharp-looking needle, also made from stainless metal, began to position itself straight in front of his cock, which remained hard despite his insecurities about his current predicament.
“This is for the manipulation of your prostate gland,” Felicity informed him, “it’s either this way by needle, or through your rear entrance. I sort of expected that you’d prefer to do it this way.”
“Yes please,” Jack responded, suddenly forgetting whatever fear of needles that he might usually have felt.

Soon, the tip of the needle pierced through his skin, while Felicity sat herself in front of one of the quite bulky computers and loaded the right serum into the needle, finishing doing so and then watching on the screen how the anatomical guiding system began to guide the needle towards Jack’s prostate, the blonde stud hissing at the feel of flexible metal moving about inside of him.

From behind the screen of her computer, Felicity informed him that the serum would heighten the density of the muscles in his prostate, which meant that the organ would maintain its size even while it became much stronger.

“I’d be surprised if at the end of this you won’t be able to shot through walls with that monster,” Felicity informed Jack, referring to his cock with a great amount of affection.

Once the needle had done its job and extracted itself from inside of him, Jack was released from his bounds, but could savour his returned freedom of movement for a few moments before Felicity had made him climb into a very odd chair that looked like an ordinary armrest which had been stripped of all fluff and then mounted slanted backwards onto a circular metal plinth.

Again Jack was restrained, this time by leather bounds that Felicity secured around his wrists and ankles while assuring him that they were a necessary part of the whole procedure, ensuring that he wouldn’t get hurt. But before he had been restrained again, Jack had been made to don a very thin black belt that fit snugly around his waist, with several hooks dangling from its front.
At this point, Jack’s concerns were curiously enough beginning to fade away as this all reminded him of the first time that he had been modified before setting out from the Commune’s headquarters.

Next, Felicity caused a latex tube to drop from the ceiling, and then proceeded to slide it over Jack’s cock until the entirety of the rigid pillar of vein-corded flesh was hidden inside of the tube, which she secured to him through attaching the hooks sitting atop the front of it to the hook dangling from Jack’s belt.

“This’ll take about fifteen minutes,” Felicity said as she returned to her computer, from where she would initiate and monitor the procedure, “do you want me to play you some nice soothing music?”
“Nah,” Jack cheerfully replied. He had intended to say something more, but was instead suddenly silenced by Felicity activating the enhancement process.


Fifteen had minutes had passed since Anya was being fucked from above by Sean, and now the sultry blonde vixen was kneeling like a dog on the bed, her ecstatic screams smothered by her burying her face into the pillow as Sean smacked his throbbing cock into her salacious ass, the impact of the massive cum-tube bringing about bright red marks that slowly faded away until her skin again appeared as flawlessly tanned as before.


The process was much like the one that Jack had undergone once before, he discovered, his cock throbbing inside of the flexible tube as a thick fluid washed around it, seemingly seeping through it and causing it to grow both in length and girth. Since he had been about eight inches in the underwear-department when completely unmodified, Jack was curious to find if this new round of modifications would cause him to add another four inches or so.

The process was carrying on flawlessly, and Felicity thus had the opportunity to toy with her pussy as she continuously tossed glances at Jack and wondered how much bigger he’d have grown by the time that the tube would be removed.
Finally, the program signalled that the procedure had been completed.

‘Moment of truth,’ said Felicity, as the cycle of procedures drew to a close, the fluid in the tube being hoovered back up with a slurping sound. ‘There, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?’

‘Rather relaxing, actually,’ remarked Jack.

‘I’m going to release you, then.’

At this Felicity made a few more swift keystrokes on the console and then made her way over to where Jack was seated on the plinth. The machinery around Jack stopped whirring and bleeping and whatever operations were being performed wound down with a slow whine. Pausing to theatrically pull on a pair of white PVC latex gloves, which gripped onto her wrists with a satisfying snap, the scientist hovered over the seated man.

Felicity had a hungry smile as she tantalisingly began to unhook the sheath from it position on Jack’s manhood, and Jack once again found himself admiring Felicity’s deep brown skin, her slender waist, and couldn’t help but stare at her humongous tits as she stooped over him. During the procedure, the busty scientist had used the quarter of an hour to tidy herself up a little, and had massaged most of Jack’s copious reserves of cum into her skin, making her body glisten almost as if it had been oiled. Under the hot spotlights of the room, this gave her outrageously gorgeous body even further enhancement.

‘Nervous?’ asked Felicity, unable to prevent herself from biting her lip playfully.

‘A little,’ Jack admitted.

‘I feel like I’m unwrapping a present,’ Felicity shared with a wink, undoing another clasp.

‘Hope you like it,’ Jack said.

‘Oh, I know I’m going to like it…’

At this juncture, Felicity undid the final clasp and let the belt around Jack’s midriff fall away. All that was left was the sheath that encompassed him manhood. Felicity tugged at it and found that it stubbornly resisted her attempts to get it off.

‘Seems to be stuck,’ she remarked, grunting slightly as he gloved hands wrested with the latex covering.

‘Probably because the contents are under extreme pressure inside,’ Jack offered, enjoying Felicity’s spirited attempts to pull him free, and in no real hurry to help her.

‘Nnng!’ grunted Felicity, getting a firmer grip around the latex sheath, planting her latex-booted feet on the ground and putting her back into the operation.

Suddenly, with a hollow popping sound augmented with a squeak of latex on latex, Felicity succeeded in hauling the covering free. It came off in her hands and flew over to the other side of room, such was the force with which she had been tugging.

Jack, his arms still strapped to the side of the lounger, looked down with no little interest. He didn’t have to look far. His humongous dick was now laid in a long pillar from his pelvis, all the way up his stomach and sternum, over his etched abs, past his pectorals, with the meaty head laid against his collarbone. From a glance it looked to be nearly two feet long. Furthermore, the trunk looked actively muscular, almost as if a layer of sleek musculature had been grafted onto it.

Felicity fell back and gasped. The sound was as loud and arresting as the first desperate breath of someone who had just emerged from water after nearly drowning. Standing in front of him, with one gloved hand clasped to her cheek, the other with a little finger poised on the lip of her cavernously open mouth, she really had nothing to say.

Jack twitched his dick and found, to his amazement, that he actually seemed to be able, against all comprehension,  to move it by the force of will. Scarcely able to believe what he was doing, he flexed his groin as if it were another muscle, and succeeded in getting the ginormous tube to raise itself from its position laid across his torso, the head of the member rising like a sleepy snake, precum issuing from the head like saliva oozes from the maw of some dreadful carnivorous beast. As Felicity watched, the huge trunk raised itself off his chest, gathered up until it was erect, muscles and cartilage rippling in the meaty pussy missile, and slowly peeled its way out from his body until it stretched, almost as if blindly searching for prey, towards Felicity.

The shocked scientist didn’t move as Jack’s two foot dick swayed towards her, the massive head stopping no less than an inch from her face, the raw heat emanating from the organ making the huge-titted scientist’s glasses steam up.

Felicity let out a little cough, her lush lips looking absolutely delicious as they were shaken slightly by the air rushing past them, and removed her steamed-up glasses, fumbling a little before finally managing to drop them on the console behind her with no small degree of luck involved, while Jack remained bound to the chair, his eyes roaming over her voluptuous body while his mind screamed for him to be released so that he could flip her around and see how much of his radically enlarged member that he could fit into her asshole.

It wasn’t just the heat radiating from Jack’s dick which Felicity could pick up, the smell of his pre-cum was flooding her nostrils until she could smell nothing else. It was only gradually that she became aware of something wet hitting the upsides of her breasts, and Felicity was still so baffled by Jack’s transformation that she spent a few moments wondering why that was until she figured out what the source of the wetness was.

Jack’s cockhead was about an inch from Felicity’s face, and as she glanced downwards she got to see how the pre-cum which was oozing out of his pisshole came slithering down the rounded front of his cockhead before dropping down onto her tits, thick drops of the thick translucent fluid landing on her tanned skin or disappearing into her deep cleavage.

Smiling with the right side of his mouth when he caught Felicity’s hand moving in between her legs, Jack became slightly frustrated by the realisation that the brunette scientist was too mesmerized by his cock to actually touch it.
A few seconds later, Jack’s frustration was swept away by the realization that he didn’t need to be released from his bonds in order to get satisfaction.

****

The mattress was genuinely soaked through by their juices as Anya sat on her hands and knees on it with Sean on his knees in front of her, grunting as she used her mouth to milk him of his latest ejaculation, her lips locked around his cock while one thin tendril of his jizz was escaping from each of the corners of her mouth.

At this point, Anya’s pussy was quivering almost without interruption, her mind slowly adapting itself so that she could remain active even as one tremendous climax came after another while thick reserves of Sean’s cum slowly slid out of her pussy and asshole.

Feeling herself becoming more of a slut with each passing second, Anya found herself wishing that Jack was with them so that he could ram his cock into her anus while she kept up her eager swallowing of Sean’s balljuice.

Her hair already a cum-caked mess, Anya was reminded with each movement of her legs of how her stripper boots had gradually been filled with Sean’s cum until she could now feel the thick fluid encompassing most of her legs, slithering against them at even the slightest twitching of her calves.

Pulling herself away from Sean’s cock, Anya gave her lover a little treat by allowing him to shot the last of his load all over her face before taking it back into her mouth.

****

Ilona was actually beginning to warm to the idea of having the two Ordus girls join them. But that shift in her stance towards the new recruits might have been due to how she was now standing in the showers with Emma licking her pussy while Casey was doing the same to her asshole, two nimble tongues probing her lower holes while Gemma was lying on the bench and enjoying the fact that the two foot-dildo was now hers to use all on her own, the fake cock having proved elastic enough for her to manage to get one of the blunt ends of it into her pussy while the other was entrenched in her rectum.

****

Felicity had been keeping her gaze on Jack’s cock for several minutes now, there was nothing in the room which peeked her interest in quite the same way as his gargantuan fuckpole did, and she’d begun to realize something about it. It had been twitching and throbbing quite violently while he remained in the chair, but slowly it was dawning on Felicity that this wasn’t an uncontrollable symptom of his excitement, but that the only way in which the throbbing and twitching could be so regular in its pacing was if he was actively controlling it, like you would the muscles in your arms.

“Felicity,” there was an unmistakable tension to Jack’s voice, “you might want to take a few steps back…”