futanari

Futa/Shemale themes, if that’s not your cup of tea, you should pass. Thanks!







I was excited as always as my girlfriend Joan took me by the hand and led me down the stone steps into the lower level of the deserted downtown building that she had brought me to. Joan was always finding new and erotic ways of expanding my horizons. I gazed at her tight yet voluptuous ass swaying making her way down the stairs, her black latex pants showing off the curves of her body. I opened the heavy black metal door for her as we came to the bottom of the steps and then followed her inside this mysterious place.



After I entered, she closed the door and locked the door with a steel metal bar from the inside and gave me a brief kiss as I looked into her dark eyes. As I turned to look where we were, I saw that we were in a large stone room lit by torches lined along the walls with a single wooden desk up against the back wall. The desk was covered in different manuals and had multiple instruments laid out along with multiple vials and bottles filled with various indiscernible liquids.



Joan once again took my hand and pulled me towards the middle of the room and positioned me in the middle of a circle that seemed to have been painted onto the floor. There she looked deeply up into my eyes, smiled, and told me, “this night will be the wildest that you have ever experienced”. She pressed herself into me as we kissed deeply, her 36-C breasts covered by nothing more than a latex bra.



As we broke our kiss she told me to stay inside the circle. As she walked towards the desk, I looked down and saw that the circle I stood within was connected to a larger circle with a star drawn within it. Joan picked up the large thick book resting on the table and stood in another smaller circle on the opposite side of the larger circle with the star.



She began speaking in some language that I had never heard before and that is when it all started. Suddenly we were surrounded by a blue light emanating from the circles drawn on the floor. Joan continued chanting as I felt the air within the circle become thick. It felt like being submersed in water but easier to move within. The edges of the circle became walls of light that I could no longer penetrate like being confined within a large water tank of some sort. Joan began chanting louder and suddenly stopped and slammed the book shut, her eyes wide looking towards me across the circles.



A large body began to form in between the two of us inside the largest circle. There was a blinding flash of light and suddenly she was before us looking down on me. She was at least 7 foot tall, naked, with large firm breasts and strong yet feminine curves. She had what looked to be rough, purple skin and eyes that glowed the same blue as the color of the light that had previously been coming from the circles on the ground which were no longer there. She stepped towards me and bent down, reached towards me and gently grasped my chin to bring my gaze to her eyes and stated, “you will make a nice play-thing.” She then turned and moved towards Jane and said, “and for you, by bringing me such a gift, I will endow you with some of mine.”



Joan’s eyes then glowed briefly and elaborate artwork the purple color of the creature’s skin inscribed itself on her body. Her breasts began suddenly began to grow and her body became impossibly disproportionate, with at least DD breasts, an impossibly small waste and flaring hips. She looked at me and smiled. Both women began walking toward me.



The creature then snapped her fingers and suddenly my clothes disappeared from my body and Joan’s. She then said, “my name is Gira and you will never experience anything the likes of which you will tonight”. She then kissed me deeply as Joan stepped behind me and pressed her body to mine. Immediately I was erect. Gira’s tongue then entered my mouth and snaked its was down my throat as she began stroking my cock with her large, smooth hands. At the same time, Joan reached in front of me and began playing with my nipples. Gira then began fucking my mouth with her long tongue which began to thicken and expand my throat. How I could breathe, I have no idea, but the sensation was amazing.



Slowly she snaked her tongue out of my mouth as she worked her way down my body and wrapped it around my straining dick. Suddenly I felt a pinch in my pelvis as Gira bit into me, her tongue continuing to stroke my length. Her tongue then retracted and she lightly kissed where she had bitten me and said, “that is to make sure that your body can withstand our ministrations tonight hun”.



She leaned back from me with Joan still running her hands over my body and I got my first glimpse of Gira’s pussy. It swollen with thick lips and a large protruding red clitoris. Then it happened. Gira looked at me and smiled “YOU WILL BE MINE!” With those words something spread her labia and began to emerge from her vagina. It was a cock! The large head had to be at least 2 to 3 inches around and the shaft just kept coming! “Ungh!” With a grunt two large testicles the size of grapefruits popped out to join her now foot-long erection.



She stepped towards me and turned me around easily. My strength was clearly no match for hers. Joan’s smiling face was suddenly right in front of me and she kissed me while bringing my hands to her newly enlarged breasts. Clearly something in her transformation had made her more sensitive as she climaxed from my touch.



Then I felt what frightened me. Gira’s huge cock was pressed between my butt cheeks, poised to penetrate my virgin ass. Pre-cum poured in a stream onto my hole as she pressed her gigantic breasts into my back and whispered into my ear. “Relax, I’ll go easy on you your first time….you’re going to love this, baby”. Gira picked me up by the waist and I felt the head of her cock begin to push into me. My sphincter spread against my will, but for some reason I was immensely turned on. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my life. Joan’s body was pressed firmly to mine, I could feel both of their breasts pressed into me as the head of Gira’s penis pushed past the ring of my anus muscle. The pressure on my insides increased as Gira continuously fed her monstrous cock into my ass. She slowly pressed forward, inch by inch as I felt her bulging cock roll over my prostate. Suddenly I came with a torrential explosion of semen splashing between mine and Joan’s body. With that Gira quickly slammed the length of her meat into me and I felt her huge balls slap into mine.



“This won’t quite do” stated Gira plainly, and suddenly there was a leather bench behind her which she layed on while lifting me onto her. Her huge hands which nearly wrapped fully around my waist picked me up and began to slide me back and forth on her dick as Joan straddled Gira to join us on the bench. I could feel my anus stretching and beginning to loosen as Gira slowly lifted me up and down on her massive tool. With each foot-long down-stroke I reached a new peak, cum leaking from my cock, my nerves tingling from within.



Joan then quickly hopped on top of me and slid my cock into her dripping pussy. While my dick was not nearly as massive as Gira’s, Joan’s vaginal walls had tightened and become more sensitive than they had ever been before causing her to orgasm with her first downstroke. With her smooth body pressed against mine, my skin was tingling all over from the contact with my beautiful woman and the hermaphrodite creature that was fucking me in the ass. Joan’s pussy was now squeezing my cock inside her juicy cunt as the demoness’s giant dick continued to ream my virgin ass.



“There you go my pet, time for me to get mine” Gira leered. Immediately she began to fuck my ass with incredible vigor sending me to new heights as her cock pounded into me while Joan bounced on my dick from the sheer force of Gira’s thrusts. Orgasm after orgasm rocked mine and Joan’s bodies as Gira continued to slam into us. I could feel that my anus had been loosened despite it’s tight grip on Gira’s cock. She began to growl as my body began to shake from the impending climax. All of a sudden I felt Gira’s cock expand and bulge as her dick pumped huge torrents of cum into my ass, sending me over a peak I never knew existed. My dick began continuously spraying its contents into Joan’s pussy causing her to climax as well. Gira continued pumping her enormous meat in and out of my ass with her semen leaking from my anus pumping me full of her fluid until my stomach began to bulge from the immense amount of girlcum. My nerves exploded as my balls squeezed tight and gushed my semen into Joan causing orgasms so intense that we both passed out from the pleasure.



Shortly thereafter, I awoke on the stone floor with Joan next to me as Gira’s huge girl-cock slowly slid out of my ass. She whispered into my ear, “I look forward to our next visit my toy”. With a brief shove back into me she then quickly slipped herself from my body with a pop causing a small, brief orgasm and she disappeared in a flash of blue light.

“Hey, Jess! Do you want to go to the pool today?” Lisa’s voice woke Jess from a mid-afternoon summer’s nap.



“Mrrnnno. Later. Go away.” She rolled over and pulled the pillow over her head. Her friend bounced into the room, tossing her keys carelessly into the bowl. James coughed angrily and, waving ashes out of his face, stalked out to go smoke in the privacy of his bedroom. “Gimme my keys back, you whiney stoner bitch!” Her keys sailed through the door as it slammed shut.



“C’mon! Go to the pool with me! We haven’t gone all summer!” Lisa pushed on the sleeping girl’s shoulder. “All summerrrrrrrrrrr—”she stretched the last sound as she grabbed Jess and began shaking her, the sound bouncing weirdly in her throat as she rocked, until finally there was a scream. Jess pounced from under the blankets, tackling her and the wrestling match was joined. Screaming and laughing and tickling followed, the two girls rolled around on the couch until finally Jess remembered why she hadn’t been to the pool all summer.



“Lisa. Lisa! Get off of me. Stoppit! I can’t breathe!” Jess let all the lessons she learned from her little sister out in one burst, getting her friend to roll off her couch and, messy-haired, look at her with concern.



This opened her up for a perfect shot straight to the face from Jess’ pillow. Lisa mockingly held the pillow over her face. “Look! Jess, look, I’m Jack Nicholson in One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest!” She lay twitching, her legs straight up in the air, feet bare and jeggings doing incredible things to her whole lower back region. Jess, from her position on the couch, adjusted her bra, her blanket, and the huge erection her friend had given her as they’d wrestled.



“I don’t want to go to the pool. You know how I get, all sunburned. I’m white as hell.”



“Yeah, because you never go to the pool. I’m taking you to the pool today, if I have to throw you in a sleeper hold, sexily put a bikini on you and drag you there myself.”



“Whatever! I don’t want to go!” Jess cringed mentally. She’d overloaded that last “whatever” and there was definitely going to be a return-volley of girlfriendy bullshit. Ugh. Yup, here it comes. First the head-cocking, then the hands on the hips. Next it’s either going to be pop psychology or gender studies.



“Are you okay? We haven’t been to the pool all summer. In fact, I think you’ve been avoiding me every time I invite you outside. Oh my god! Are you having body-image issues?” Jesus, it was like having an animate TigerBeat Magazine for a best friend.



“I’m not having Tigerbe— I’m not having body image issues. I just haven’t wanted to go to the stupid pool. I’ve been stupid busy with school work, and I’ve been working really hard, and when I get home I just want to vege on my couch and watch whatever stupid show will still be relevant when you’re hearing this.” She was still overcompensating. Jess knew too well that if she acted too upset Lisa would never give up.



She had no idea how to tell her best friend that she had grown a penis after a birthday wish went awry. How does anyone let anybody know that their day-to-day life has turned into the first draft of a failed pitch for a mid-00s Adam Sandler vehicle? It was stupid and impossible and she kept hoping that she would just wake up, or see a shooting star, or at very least her boobs would fall off and she’d grow a beard. But no, her boobs were still awesome and she still actually liked having them, for some reason.



The worst part was that she was still straight. Inside her head, she liked dudes. Liked their abs, liked their pecs. She even got a perverse little thrill from their smell. But her magical dick had a mind of its own, apparently, because if she saw so much as a lady’s exposed collarbone she was hard for hours. It was really hard to change in a public pool when you had to hide in the stall consumed with lust for half an hour, and women are experts at identifying the sound of furtive masturbation.



She sighed, and put on her casual-est face. “I just think we should go to a movie. Some dumb popcorn flick, alright? I don’t feel like the pool.”



“Funny, I think you do feel like the pool, because you’re so–” Lisa froze mid-sentence, and it took Jess a second to properly appreciate what was going on. Lisa’s hand was on Jess’ crotch, and she was definitely going to make a dumb joke about being wet. They stared at each other, frozen as both processed exactly what was happening at the same time.



There was a thunderclap as Lisa backed over the sound barrier fleeing to the opposite side of the room, holding her hand as though venom was slowly seeping up her wrist. Jess stood to follow her, valiantly ignoring the sensation the blanket made as it gathered just below her waist, making everything much more obvious, and much more deeply, deeply weird.



Lisa sputtered. She pointed. She gesticulated frantically. For a minute she appeared to be popping and locking. Finally, Jess dropped the blanket and covered the other girl’s mouth with her hand. That other girl’s hot breath on her palm nearly sent her brain into overdrive, but she mastered the impulse and slowly met her frantic gaze.



“Lisa. Relax. It’s just a dick.” Hopefully a cool understatement about how normal everything was would calm her down. Dicks were familiar. Lisa could handle dicks. Magic transsexuals were less familiar, but that freshman year gender-studies mentality would hopefully overwhelm her shock. Slowly, she removed her hand from her friend’s face.



“Oh my god. Dude! Next time you have a penis, how about you warn me?”



“What? How am I supposed to know that you’re about to make a grab at my genitals? If I wanted that, I’d start drinking out of unattended cups at frat houses. Surprise finger banging for a pun? Who does that?”



Lisa bit her lip as she visibly considered her responses. Jess could almost see wheels turning in her head. She wasn’t exactly a closed book. In the context of this metaphor, she wasn’t any kind of book. That would make for a really confusing metaphor. No, she was probably something with wheels.



“You’re putting me on. What is that, a strapon? Oh my god, is that why you didn’t want to go to the pool? You’re totally doing some kinky sex play right now, aren’t you? Gross!”



“Nope. It’s… uh. It’s real.” Only after she said it did she realize she could have lied. How often does anybody see anybody else’s sex parts? Or feel, or even really ponder about? Never. Just lie. Sure, it’ll turn your life into a dirty sitcom, but just lie. Lie like a rug. Like Lisa’s rug. Did Lisa have a rug? Did she shave her pussy? Suddenly Jess realized that lying would make things really awkward if things were to come out later.



Casting a glance at James’ door, she grabbed Lisa by the wrist and lead her through the kitchen, past the freezer with the last slice of cake hidden inside, and into her own bedroom. “Alright, don’t freak out, right?”

“Jess, what are you doing?”



Jess took a deep breath, hooked her thumbs into her terrycloth gym shorts (a bad choice, in retrospect), and pulled them down. A little sound came out of Lisa’s throat as the cloth snagged for a moment on her hardening shaft. It came free and slapped against her stomach with a light slap. Jess stood there for a moment, trying to look demure and feminine with her shorts around her knees. She still had her big girly hips and those full breasts, but the effect was sort of ruined by the fat, decent-sized cock still thickening in the soft breeze. Lisa goggled for a moment, barely breathing.



“I… but… you’re a girl!You used to wear jeggings! You couldn’t hide… hide that in jeggings! I THINK I SAW YOU PEE ONCE. Oh my god. You’re trans. Oh my god oh my god, I’m being such a disrespectful bitch right now, aren’t I? Jess, I just want you to know that–”



“I’m not trans. It was… magic? I think? It’s totally real, I guess. I’m too scared to go to a doctor with it.” Jess, suddenly realizing that she was standing bareassed in front of her window with a stunned girl on her bed, hauled up her shorts.



Lisa stared vacantly for a minute at the bulge in the terrycloth, as though lost in thought. Jess nodded approvingly at the metaphor: her friend’s brain was a maze. The other girl’s features shifted subtly, and then she was grinning massively, leaning back onto the bed to wiggle out of her own shorts. “Have you tried it out yet?”



“Yes.”

“Sweet! I’ve never ridden a virgin diiiiiWHAT WHEN DID YOU WHO DID YOU FUCK?” Lisa’s froze, mid-undress, exposing the curve of her butt. Jess tried not to notice, but her dick couldn’t help it.



“I should probably tell this story, shouldn’t I? The day it happened was my birthday. It was just me and Nick here…” Jess exhaled for probably longer than was necessary and told the entire story of her birthday, the magic cake that might not be magic, and her experience on the kitchen floor.



“What? You grew a magic dick, and YOU ended up giving up the back door, to the guy that’s had a dick his whole life? That’s probably fucked a bunch of slutty bitches in their slutty assholes? He didn’t even let you try it? That’s pretty lame. I mean, really hot story. Dirty, and fun and everything, but I can’t believe you just gave it up like that.”



“Says the girl who was stripping out of her panties the instant she saw a hard cock.”

“Says the girl who whipped out her hard cock for no reason!”

“So you could— why are we fighting? You didn’t even let me finish the story.”



Jess composed herself. She’d almost let fly with her next riposte “So you could suck it”, but that would have been taking the evening in an even weirder direction. Even if it was true. Even now the image of Lisa with her shorts pulled halfway down was stuck in her brain. She shook her head to clear the suspiciously vagina-shaped cobwebs and continue her story.



“So, as I was saying–”

“You said that it was a story for another time!”

“It’s another time now. Would you shut up and listen? AS I WAS SAYING. Nick crawled into my bed to crash. I was still all hopped up on–”

“–growing a magic dick–” Lisa interrupted.

“Yes, that, so I couldn’t sleep. And here’s this jerk, rolling off the top of me and going to sleep, like we’re not still at my birthday party, that he was throwing for me. And me–”



“Still hard as a rock I bet. You are now, just thinking about it.” Jess folded her hands in her lap and glowered at the other girl. She was mortified at having it noticed, but she was also privately pleased at the sensation of the fabric wrapped around her member and this girl’s rapt, wide-eyed attention on her. Lisa’s t-shirt hung loose at the neck, revealing a freckled shoulder and a hint of cleavage, fresh-baked brown from the warm summer sun. Jess had a brief flash from the end-of-the-year party, where she was pretty sure she’d heard Lisa getting nailed in the next room. She swallowed and tried to continue with the story.



“Yeah, so he’s in my bed, still naked. Nodding off. I climb in behind him, my naked and wet flesh pressed against his. And I’m just laying there, freaking out. Because I want to do stuff to him so bad, but he’s asleep. It would be wrong. It would somehow be wrong, mere minutes after he made me shoot cum on my own face.”

“And then he rolls over, next to me. He paws at my boobs, and he grabs my dick. My magic cake dick, and he, like, slurs “let’s do this.” That’s consent, right? If somebody grabs your dick and you can still taste their cum–” Jess stopped to hit Lisa with a pillow, both because Lisa was making a face and because she hoped it would start an impromptu wrestling match– “they want to fuck you, no ifs ands or buts. Well, butts, yes.”‘



“So I get up close to him and start spooning him. I get in close and nibble on his ear. He moans and scootches back into me, which kind of freaks me out. I back up, and sit on the edge of the bed. That’s when I see it: my bottle of lube, peeking out from underneath by dresser. Well then! The universe couldn’t send a clearer signal if I’d somehow already slathered my whole dick in lube. Which, by that point, I had.”



Lisa was leaning forward in the bed, jaw hanging open, eyes wide. “So… what happened then?”



“Well, I fucked him in the ass.”



“What? That’s how you’re going to end the story? Five pages of describing your emotional state and my sexy-ass body and you’re not going to describe in tender loving detail the sensation of buttfucking some boy you like?”



“Fine. Bitch.” Jess reached into her night stand and pulled out a badly depleted bottle of vintage lubricant called Afro-glide and showed it to Lisa. She suspected it might actually be a hair care product from the 70s, but it still made penetration easier and it smelled the best. Once she’d just stuffed the bottle in herself, opened the cap, and did kagels. When she’d cum the lube had squirted out of the bottle and the whole room smelled like sex coconuts.



“So I get back to nibbling on his ear. And I’m naked behind him, just achingly stiff. I want to fuck him so bad, and my hands are soaked with lube. So I start doing that thing. What’s it called, you know, where you reach around the guy so you can jerk his dick from behind while your boobs are resting gently on his back? Anyway, so I’m doing that and he starts backing up into me. I’m still freaked out, so I keep backing up.”



“Pussy.”



“You can’t call me that anymore. I have a big fat cock now. Haven’t you been paying attention? Whatever, do you want me to finish the story? Fucking right you do. So there’s my dick, in the crack of his butt, and he turns his head around and he looks me in the eye, and he says “Come one! Fuck me already!” in this lusty, sexy voice. I’m almost Tom Sawyered his back



“First of all, never ever make that metaphor again. In fact, no more metaphors, ever. We can just be done with those. Second of all, don’t stop.” Jess noticed that Lisa’s hand was resting gently on her inner thigh.



“Well, I started pushing my dick against him, and he starts grinding on me. I find his hole, and my dick starts sliding in. I swear angels started singing, and I forgave every single guy who ever tried to put so much as a sly glance in my butt. He gives this low groan, and picture the sexiest fucking thing you’ve ever done. Barebacking a guy you just met while he offers to do your laundry. Sex in the back of a convertible, but with the sort of guy that doesn’t think that’s cool. Picturing that? Now multiply it by David Bowie going down on Freddy Mercury.”



“I think I just came a little.”



“And then… and then I started to pull out.”



“Yeah, I did. Right in my shorts.”



“Me sliding out of his tight, virgin ass makes up for so much missed sex I think I can now legally claim that I lost my virginity at age eight. And then I start going back in again. And now we have a rhythm going, and I’m just whispering every dirty thing I can think of, and he’s kind of moaning, and through a mouthful of pillow he’s just kind of chanting “fuck my ass”. I can feel his back on my nipples, just gently grazing them. And I can feel it. That feeling at the base of my balls that says that I’m about to cum.”



“Like I just did, a second ago.”



“I’m trying to make noises to tell him. And then he just pops my dick out of him and rolls over, and pulls me on top of him, and starts sucking me off! His dick is hard, and it’s slapping me right in the face, so I start sucking it, and I can feel it getting hard. And then, just when I think I can’t stand it any more, he grabs my ass with both hands and drags my whole length into his mouth. Look at my dick! It’s like seven inches long, and he deep throats it like he’s the king of cock gobblers. The moment that happens, we spunk simultaneously into each other’s mouths.”

“When I look down at him, there’s a line of saliva connecting my shaft to his lips, and he looks me in the eyes, and he swallows it, and winks.”



Jess sat for a moment, caught in the memory of that post-coital reverie, her hand half outstretched. She let it drop, then looked at Lisa, who was biting her lip gently. Jess’ eyes traveled down to Lisa’s hands, in her lap, where her shorts were pulled to the side, revealing a glistening, luscious pussy.



Surprised, she looked in Lisa’s eyes, as Lisa mouthed one thing.



“Fuck me.”

There was an echoed pounding in my head as I sat up from the soft pillow that cradled my neck. I felt the sick need to vomit well up inside me. How drunk did I get last night? I pulled my hand to my forehead and rubbed it gently. My fingernails dragged a bit along my skin and I felt the smooth surface as if for the first time in my life. Each motion I made with my arm brushed against my chest and it felt abnormal. But what was normal anyway? I tried to open my eyes, but the invading light was too painful and I had to quickly pinch them back together. I drank far too much last night and the residual headache was the proof of it. What did we have to drink? I thought back to what I could. It felt like Tuesday morning all over again. Waking up to a foreign feeling, my head pounding, and being completely lost and no knowledge of what happened. I shifted to my side to crawl off the bed and felt smooth sheets brush against my exposed skin. One thing was certain; I was completely nude and extremely sticky. My fingers traced along the undersides of my breasts. They felt fuller. Larger. The sensation was exciting.



I allowed my hands to dance along my stomach, I made soft swirling motions with my fingers. My skin was smooth and graceful, and my fingertips couldn’t find a single rough patch that hinted that I was once a hair covered man. I licked my lips and felt my lip ring wasn’t in place. I continued to probe but wasn’t able to find the hole where the piercing once sat. I reached my hand up to my face quickly and discovered my face was just as smooth as the skin on my stomach and forehead. I moved my fingers across my lips and felt the slick gloss brush against my finger. It allowed guided my hand, gliding with ease. I smiled and tried to open my eyes again. The world was blurry, and the dull pounding made it difficult to focus on anything. The world reflected pink in every direction though, and I realized that the sheets I had been lying in were silk. I sat up and the once dull pounding turned into a heavy throb. It was hard to focus not only on anything in my vision but also on anything in my mind. I felt it jumping from what kind of cute shoes I would wear, to what outfit I was going to try on today, if Payton was going to go shopping, if we were going to fuck. I love fucking I wonder how many cocks I sucked last night. I hiccupped and tasted a mix of sweet and salty in my mouth. It reminded me of maple syrup… and something else. I put my finger against my lips and tried to think about what it was. I hiccupped again and the taste swirled against my tongue. Oh yea that is like cum. I love drinking cum and stuff.



For me to be so full of cum I… my eyes widened, but I forgot what it was that was starting to freak me out. Where was I at? That seemed like a more pressing question. It was so pink and adorable. Everything had frills. There was a sweet smell of strawberries. Strawberries. That is Payton ’cause I am like Vanilla. I blinked my eyes again trying to get more focus. Finally my sleepy vision cleared and I was greeted by the bright pink decor of my sweet Payton’s room. I wasn’t surprised seeing as how last time I got super hammered while hanging out with the Futa girls I woke up in my own bed but with zero recollection of traveling home. One point I was in a beautiful array of skin and breasts, and the next I was waking up with a sheer pair of women’s underwear pressed against my flesh. I reached my hands up and cupped my breasts realizing that I was still exposed. The frigid morning air made my nipples sharply erect, and each time I breathed in and out I felt my flesh press against my hands excitedly. I stood up and had to hold onto the headboard of the bed to keep my balance. Each motion I made was not what I had been used to. I felt lighter, but more swayed and less of a brute. I looked down to be greeted by a wonderful scene.



The space between my large soft breasts was enough to allow me to see my semi erect cock drooping happily outward from my body. The skin that covered me was completely different. It was smooth and silky and had a slight tan, that amazingly enough had no lines. That meant that I either tanned in the nude or it was natural. I was really white though, how did I get tanned skin? I shook my head and had to close my eyes quickly. The sudden movements made the world shake and dip. It made me queasy and I almost had to sit back down. Last night’s drink did something different to me. I wonder how many of the Futa’s had the same problem going on. I opened my eyes and with determination I decided I was going to find a mirror and fix myself up before Payton saw me. I stepped forward and almost fell down. Why was standing and walking so hard to do? I stepped again and quickly threw my hands out. One of my knees hit the floor and luckily my arms braced my fall. I spread my back toes and pushed myself up with my hands. It was as if my feet weren’t as large as they used to be, and the weight on my body was far more skewed than before. I looked down at my chest again and realized that these could be causing some of my unbalance.



I moved one of my legs forward quickly and stepped down defiantly. Each step I attempted to make was slow and short. I almost shuffled across the room. There was no way I was going anywhere today like this. First of all I was naked, second none of my clothing would fit because there was no way my hips were smaller than yesterday, and third because I couldn’t walk to save my life. It probably took me ten minutes to cross Payton’s room. I held onto the door frame as though it was a major victory and smiled to myself.



“Like I totally made it is anyone proud?” I shouted out to no one. I felt my heart sink. I was expecting a shout from a group of girls. This place is depressing when not a Futa girl is in sight. I frowned a bit and checked the hallway. I hadn’t really explored this place before. I had been into Sydney’s room, the Kitchen, and the living room. Of course I had been into Payton’s room. That was the place that got this whole thing started. I smiled as I remembered sneaking in and smelling her panties. I should grab a quick smell before I try… no I need to get to a mirror and look at what is causing me to have zero balance. I put my foot out with determination, held my shoulders up proudly, and kicked my other leg forward. The sway in my hips was drastic and I wasn’t quite prepared for it. My foot didn’t find a spot properly and I tipped over against the wall. Today was going to be a long day. I reached my arms out and centered myself in the hallway. I used the walls a crutch as I made my way down the hallway away from the staircase. I knew what was down the staircase, but I didn’t know if a bathroom was down there. A bathroom seemed like a good place for a mirror.



Each step I made felt a little more natural and after twenty or thirty steps I only had to keep one hand braced on the wall. Twenty or thirty steps had only taken me past two doors, each of which had been locked to my dismay. In front of me was a fork in the road. There was a very ugly potted plant and a terribly painted portrait of some stern evil looking woman with a high collar and curly frizzy hair. Her nose was crooked, and a large mole jutted out from under her left eye. I could tell by her sneer that she was probably some sort of dean or maybe the Sorority house’s founder. There was no way a group of cute girls with thick juicy cocks could all flock to a place like this with such an ugly founder. I traced her dark robes for a minute longer and determined she must have been the dean or something. I looked left and right but each seemed to have about six doors, three on each wall, and the same exact decor. Where did the girls go to the bathroom? I decided to turn right out of instinct. I always go right when faced with a tough decision. Often times when someone gives you options they will give you the one they think is safer and then they give you an ‘or’. I always go with strange love. The entire ‘Or’ factor has always led me to do extremely fun things. That is probably why I ended up sneaking off for John because my first option was to go home and ignore him ‘or’…



I smiled as I thought back to the events that led me here. I am certain I made the right one. Using the wall to balance me I made my way slowly along the house. I arrived at the first door and knocked on it gently. It swung open and I peered inside. It was decorated with soft teddy bears that looked so cute. I wanted to jump into a large pile stuffed in the corner. I assumed that large pile was the sister’s bed. I didn’t want her getting upset so I pulled the door back to its once half open state and moved along the hall. I continued my pattern until I reached the last door of the hallway. I knocked and heard only an echoed noise reverberate back. I knocked again listening closely. I assumed it was tiled, but I didn’t want to barge into a bathroom on a poor sister. That would be horrible for both of us. I pulled my hand up to the handle and gently pushed it open. I felt a wind blow through an open window and my exposed skin prickled with goose bumps. I reached my hand around the corner and flicked on the light switch. It was my destination at last.



I stepped into the room still using the walls, and now the countertop, to steady myself. Each step I made was still surer than the last but not quite the graceful walk I was aiming to obtain. The bathroom was spacious. There was a large claw foot tub that sat happily under a two pane window that was open. The view wasn’t spectacular, there was a large tree in the way… though I assumed that was because they didn’t want the outside world to see a girl with a cock bathing herself and probably doing other things while in the bathroom. I scanned the room sweeping my eyes to the right. There was a shower and I started to count the showerheads. It was darkly tiled, and the lights I flipped on gave off a soft glow in the glassed in walls. There were five showerheads that I could make out, and one of them was large and covered most of the ceiling. I assumed that felt like rain. I brushed my hand up along my arm and felt goose bumps prickle under my hand again. My skin was far more sensitive than yesterday, and I bet taking a shower would feel incredible. I giggled and my voice echoed around the room. I covered my mouth and tried to quiet my sudden impulsive laugh. The room inspired awe, and I stepped in a little further. I felt soft carpet ripple between my toes and I looked down to see white fluff sprouting up all around my feet. I made a fist with my feet and gripped the soft surface and giggle again. This house was like the heaven I always dreamed of.



As I panned the room, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I whipped around, the dull ache in my head didn’t allow me to forget that sudden movement induced pain. I caught a reflection of myself in a mirror. The self I saw though really wasn’t me… it mimicked each movement I made with exact precision that not even a mime could imitate. This had to be a reflection, but I felt like I was watching a television. I reached my hand up to my hair and ran my fingers through the white gold locks. How had I not noticed how long it was? The color was such a bright blonde it verged on being silver. My bangs slashed across my face and were teased. The overall appearance of my hair was rough scene emo girl. I prided myself once as a punk kid, but I guess the change that I have undergone made me look the way I did. I moved my head back and forth and felt the loose strands brush along my shoulders. I smiled as I thought about adding a pink strip like Sydney to my hair. As I lifted my hand to my neck to play with my newfound appearance, I noticed that my tattoo was no longer there. I panicked and moved my hand along my skin. There wasn’t a trace of it to be found. The same thing happened to my lip ring too… this was so strange but it felt so normal and natural.



I continued my quest giving up the fight on why I couldn’t see or feel my tattoo. Rubbing my neck had only caused it to blotch up and turn bright red. I eyed my face. I had large almond shaped eyes that had clear nearly white blue irises that gazed back at me. They were so bright that I had a hard time tracing the rest of my sharp features. I had a thin smooth jaw, and larger heart lips that were smooth and glossy. I pursed them together and felt blood rush into my cock from excitement. My lips slid along Sydney’s fuck stick so easily with how juicy and full they were. I could suck cock all day long. I smiled and my teeth shone brightly back at me in the mirror. I wasn’t a man at all. The only thing that remained of my old self was my cock, but then again the skin on my manhood was beyond manly. The truly only thing that could make me a man was the occasional thought that I guess you could say hinted at me being a guy at one point in my existence. The changes that had overcome me were beyond startling though. I felt my mind wandering and every time something came in that once revolted me, was now flowing in smoothly and felt so normal and exciting. Like sucking a cock, or getting railed by a thick fuck stick. I smiled and got a flash of last night. I reached a hand back to my ass instinctively. The flesh was thick and round. It was so smooth it actually pulled my attention from admiring my face to looking at the rest of my body. I was about to turn and admire my derriere but I got distracted when I watched my tits sway with my movement.



They hung proudly off my body. They were huge; I bet they could easily fill a D cup bra. They might even rival Payton’s, though I am not quite sure how hers looked. I remember her being nude last night, but I didn’t remember each feature I saw. I reached my hands up and gently touched my nipples watching my reflection in the mirror excitedly. My skin was so smooth and I couldn’t help but touch each part of me I could. I decided to let my hands glide along my body and I followed them with my eyes. My ribs and waste sucked in dramatically, and from the angle I was standing I could tell I was extremely thin. I traced a finger along my belly button and traveled southward. I had to get on tiptoes to see my cock. My longer fingernails brushed at the base of my flesh and I felt a jolt of excitement well inside of me. I was pretty horny from all this and my cock pulsed with blood as I grew more and more excited. My breathing soon began to speed up and I watched my chest rise and fall out of the corner of my eye as I focused on my long fuck tool.



I traced my fingernails along the backside of my smooth shaft. It probably stood a solid nine to ten inches off my body. There was no way it was this long yesterday, I remember wrapping my hand around it. My fingers used to cover a little more than half of it when I had a grip on it. I placed the tip against the palm of my hand and closed my fingers around my shaft. There was a spike of pleasure that built inside of me. I closed my left hand around it and with each hand wrapped around the tool there was at least enough room for two maybe even three more hands to cover my new toy. I reluctantly let go and watched as the precum trailed from my hand to the tip of my now thick cock. I swayed my hips and my cock wagged dramatically. I shifted my hips again and watched it move again. I giggled and raised my hand to my mouth to cover the sound. The smell of my precum was sweet and I couldn’t help but slide my tongue forward and taste what was smeared on my hand.



The taste that came back was overly sweet and reminded me of a candy. I couldn’t quite place my finger on it. It took me back to my childhood. Playing outside, and running through sprinklers. I could picture a movie where they played in a corn field that was yellowing under the glowing evening sun. It brought back so many memories and so much happiness. What could this be? Then it dawned on me. Vanilla. I was told last night that I was vanilla, I had no idea that it didn’t only mean that I would use vanilla perfumery but I would taste like vanilla. I had to get more of it. I slid my hand forward but stopped myself at the base of my thick meat. I couldn’t do this now, I had to find the girls and find out what happened to Chuck last night. Chuck. I had completely forgotten about her. I decided that I would go through the house and see if I could find anything out about Chuck. I would probably get fired since I probably wasn’t going to show up to work today. Oh well, it wasn’t like I really needed it if I don’t stay at my apartment, I would much rather stay here with the Futa girls. I went to leave the room and remember I why I started looking at myself in the first place.



I turned to stare at my ass over my shoulder. The skin was smooth and round. It gave off the slight appearance of a heart. That is probably why people called them heart shaped. I giggled as I reached my hands back and spread my cheeks a bit. I was shocked to see my asshole was spread apart and looked damaged. Poor thing was probably heavily abused last night. I ran a finger down and touched myself. It was tender and I could tell that if I were to get fucked like that again any cock would slide in with ease. While I was looking I noticed something different about my ass. I ran my finger down from its position and touched something wet and different. When my fingers brushed along the strange flesh electricity sparked through my head. A distinct pleasure welled up and made me almost moan out instantly. At first I couldn’t tell what it was, but my eyes widened in shock when I realized what I was rubbing.



I stepped back from the mirror so I could get a clearer view of my full body. I spread my legs and lifted my cock out of the way. Nestled below my thick juicy meat was a tight slit. I took my other hand and with my fingers I gently spread the folds apart revealing a small cute pussy. I each time I touched my cock to move it, and every time my fingers brushed along the newly found flesh on my body my mouth would salivate. I started to shake with sexual need and probably a little bit out of fear. I let my body go and stood still for a second as my head tried to catch up with everything I just saw. It was extremely hard to think, and I couldn’t piece together the clues together well. Each time I tried to think about what was doing this and why I was so fine with everything going on, my mind would jump to wanting to get fucked in my new little pussy. I wonder if Payton would take my virginity.



I would try to focus on what I could do or who to talk to, but my head wouldn’t stop it’s complete sexual addiction and desire. I wanted to suck cock, or what it would feel like to get stuffed in my ass and pussy. I had a pussy! There was no way that this could all be happening. But I did enjoy sucking yummy cock last night. I think that Sydney fucked my ass a lot, which is why I had so much cum in my stomach this morning. No… I was fucked by more than one person last night. I shook my head and walked toward the hallway. This was crazy. The world didn’t make sense. I was becoming trapped by my own mind. I didn’t hate fucking, and sucking all day long… but that isn’t what I really aspired to do with my life. I wanted to do something and be someone. I stepped out into the hall and made my way slowly away from the bathroom. I didn’t have to use the walls to support me, and each step I took felt more comfortable. I felt my hips move gently and my breasts would lift and bounce each time I planted a heel on the floor. Every sensation was unique and I didn’t even feel like the same person as before. I wasn’t the same person as before. The old Danny was gone now; he was being replaced by this transgendered heart throb. I smiled as I remembered my reflection and how tantalizing I appeared. Even if this all started to scare me, I at least didn’t get the short end of the stick. I could always figure out how to survive as a strong capable woman in the world. People always seemed to like assertive women when it came down to it. Then again I wasn’t that aggressive to start with. I could have given off that appearance, and talked some hot shit back in the day, but I was a big softy.

Ciao, its been awhile huh?



Sorry this new internship has been kicking my ass lately. New transitions in life take some adjustment. I guess I don’t have an editor anymore since mine fell off the face off this planet, but I’ll try to press on. Please give your honest opinion, criticism will be a tremendous help as of now (:




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Bree shook me awake, stubborn as I was I tried to stay sleep. Covering my head with my pillow.



Bree whined pinching at my ass, “Lex, come on. You said today you’d come to see about my sorority.”



“Five more minutes mom,” I muttered, still in a daze.



Bree stopped pinching at me, I heaved a sigh in relief. Residing Into my once peaceful slumber, I smiled at my small victory.



I felt a cool breeze hit my legs. Shaking, I groaned realizing my five minutes were up and Bree had yanked my blanket off me. Using my hand I blindly searched for the blanket. Sprinkles of liquid splattered against my legs. I jerked awake then, throwing the pillow aside I slid out of the bed my heart nearly beating a mile a minute.



I hated water, I just did. A bad childhood experience in the ocean was enough for me to stray away from large bodies of water and rain altogether.



Bree smiled apologetically. Her dark skin glistened in the light if the sun, creeping through the window. Her jet black hair was in a messy bun as she stood clad in her black shorts, topless. Giving me a nice view of her ample breast. Displaying her brown, pierced nipples. I turned away immediately.



“Why aren’t my you wearing a shirt?” I stammered, feeling flustered.



“Hm is something wrong? Of all people I thought you’d appreciate the show,” She said smugly.



I’m sure by now my face was a dark shade of red. After awkwardly moving pass Bree, I rushed into the bathroom. Taking a quick shower I threw on my clothes.



Staring at my reflection in the mirror I nodded in agreement with my choice. I wore a purple cropped shirt that showed off my flat stomach, and a black, ruffled mini skirt. My skin popped with those color against me.



My bronze skin was natural, but I often tanned to keep it up. I had light hazel eyes and my hair was cut shoulder length, a warm brown with dyed blonde tips. Cupping my tits I frowned at myself in the mirror. I wasn’t as blessed as Bree was. I shrugged, turning to throw my dirty clothes into the hamper.



I crept out the bathroom. Tiptoeing to the kitchen the wood groaned under my feet. Bree stood in the hallway with her arms crossed.



“Come on already. Don’t worry about breakfast, I’ll fix you some once we get there,” she grumbled, grabbing me by my wrist.



We flew down the stairs, and out the door. Barley giving Bree’s mom a chance to wave us good morning. Shoving me in the car, Bree jumped into the driver seat. We pulled off hastily.



The radio played smooth music as we trailed down the road. Sinking back into the leather seat, I started nodding off when we pulled up. Slowly dragging myself out of car, we walked around the mansion sized sorority house.



It had an old, historic look. The walls were made of cobblestone, and a garden was planted all around the edges of the house.



Rapping on the wooden door, Bree waited impatiently with her arms crossed. I suppressed a groan. It was winter break, I just wanted to sleep today. I’d completely forgotten it was freezing outside. I was trembling, shoving my hands between my legs to keep warm. The door clicked open.



“Bree!” A blonde girl squealed, pulling her into a bear hug.



Bree begged trying to get out if the hug, “Ah, Alyssa get off me.”



The blonde, Alyssa, stood frozen. Staring at me intently with her shimmery blue eyes. I would have been embarrassed being caught with my hands up my skirt, but I was freezing my ass off. I turned my head from her glare, flushing profusely.



“Oh, she must be cold. You guys come in already,” Alyssa proposed.



Pushing past the two, I huddled in front of a fire flickering with life. I sank down to my knees and began wiggling my fingers in front of the fire.



I let out a long sigh of relief, my fingers finally started to get feeling in them.



“You know I can see your pink panties from here,” A voice rang.



Looking over my shoulder I stared at a Ginger sitting awkwardly on a chair. I shrugged and returned my attention to the fire blazing in front of me. My only focus was getting warm, nothing else mattered. With that said I hardly noticed when Bree dropped down next to me. I jumped a little when she poked me in the side.



“I think I might have something that’ll fit her. I could look for a few sweaters but I can’t promise any pants,” The ginger announced to Bree. “She has me beat in that department.”



I was slender, but with wide hips and a plump ass. The only asset I can be proud of besides my eyes and my cheekbones.



“That’s fine thanks,” Bree smiled at her warmly.



Nudging me in the side, Bree grinned widely at me, “Here lets get you some beer. I could use one my self.”



I nodded, taking her offer. We trudged out if the din and through the halls. The kitchen was spacious, almost like the ones you’d see on a cooking show. Grabbing two beers from the fridge Bree rushed me upstairs and into her room here at the sorority.



Loosening the caps off the beers, we drank our bottles bone dry. Rimming the bottle with my tongue, I tilted the bottle upside down. Coaxing another tangy drop of liquid into my mouth. Tossing our our bottles Bree and I awaited Alyssa’s return, sitting patiently on the edge of her bed.



“So do you still kiss like a dog,” Bree laughed.



“It’s been five years,” I countered.



Inching closer, Bree forced me down into the bed. She smirked smugly as I squirmed under breathe her. Pinning my arms over my head, she pressed her lips against mine. Bree’s tongue slithered inside my mouth. I stopped struggling and left myself to the mercy of Bree.



Sliding her hands up my side, she moaned as our tongues intertwined. Darting around inside each others mouths. As one hand pinned my arms above my head the other fondled my tits under my shirt. I’d given her easier access since I haven’t worn a bra. Sitting up our mouths separated letting a trail of spit drip onto my lips. Bree pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside.



Kneading my nipples I groaned, tossing my head side to side.



“Like this huh? What a whore, but I’ll make sure you can only be my whore,” Bree chuckled.



My head was swimming. She’d sunken to the floor, pulling my panties down around my ankle. Bree started kissing a trail up my thigh. I felt a familiar tingle in the pit of my stomach. A hoarse moan escaped my lips as her mouth latched onto my mound. I gripped her by her bun as she sucked, and bit at my clit. The knot in my stomach loosened.



I covered my mouth with my hand as I bellowed, climaxing around Bree’s tongue.



“I think your ready,” Bree mumbled to herself.



Standing up she strode across the room, scavenging through a drawer. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching her. Turning around Bree had a wide grin on her face with her hands behind her back.



“Turn over,” she demanded.



Complying, I flipped over with my stomach flat on the bed. Grabbing my wrist, something cold closed around them both with a clink, leaving my arms pinned behind my back.



“What in the h-” before I could finish I was greeted by a hard smack to my ass. I yelped, helplessly.



“No talking. You’re only to talk when spoken to,” Bree growled.



“Bree stop!” I pleaded.



Bree grunted, bringing down her hand,punctuating each syllable, ” What-don’t-you-under-stand.”



I whimpered, my ass was stinging. But I could feel my thighs covered in my juices of arousal. I could hear Bree unzip her pants slowly. Looking over my shoulder I stared in horror. She was sporting a ten inch dick, stroking it to life.



Gripping me by the hips, Bree used a hand to align herself.



I tried appeasing her again, “Bree, please.”



Ignoring me she thrusted her hips. Stretching me slowly. I writhed underneath her body. Bree stopped at my hymen.



“I’m your first?” I could hear the amusement in her voice. “This makes it all the sweeter.”



Without another word, pulling out almost completely, Bree rammed her cock home. My mouth formed a perfect “O”. Tears burned my eyes, threatening to spill over. She continued thrusting feverishly, her nails digging into my skin.



My toes curled, I moaned loudly as another orgasm was forced out of me. Pumping her dick in and out of my snatch at a steady pace, I felt her lengthy member swell inside of me.



The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. Bree’s hips collided with my ass at each thrust.



The door swung open. Peering over at the door I saw the ginger and Alyssa stand in the doorway. Embarrassed, I blushed at being seen vulnerable. Grunting, Bree began to thrust harder. Ejecting low moans I felt myself get hot over being caught in such a lewd act.



“You like this don’t you, you dirty slut,” Bree panted. “S-so, you’re so incredibly tight.”



With those few words she slammed into my cervix. I screamed as my pussy milked Bree’s intruding member for every last drop of her seed. Smacking my ass, she moved her hips as her girl dick continued to spray my insides a frothy white. Pulling out with a “POP” Bree deposited some of her cum onto my back and in my hair. Out of breath I panted. Feeling used and filthy I sobbed silently into the bed.



“Robin, Alyssa, just on time. Want a go?” Bree offered the girls.



I made a subtle whimpering sound. The ginger raced forward with a considerable tent in her dress. Pulling me up to my feet by my hair, the ginger smiled.



Hiking her dress up, she revealed her eight inch dick standing at attention. Sitting on the edged of the bed, the ginger, Robin, wasted no time in giving orders.



Smiling dubiously, Robin smirked, “Ride me, you filthy bitch.”



Biting my quivering lip to silence my sobs, I planted my feet on each side of her thighs. I knelt, slowly guiding my self down her stiff tool I groaned. Breathing heavily I stopped not even close to the base if her monolithic monster. She wasn’t as big as Bree, but she made up for it in her sheer thickness.



Grabbing me at the hips, Robin slammed me down around her cock. I let out a silent scream.



“Ahh…” Robin crooned. Pursing her lips, she hefted me off and on her throbbing dick.



I held silent as long as I could possibly stand. The strength I had managed to muster wavered. As she lowered me down her thick prick I emitted a soft moan.



“The little whore likes it,” Alyssa claimed, gleefully. “Robin, stop being such a hog. I want a turn at our new toy.”



As she continued pumping her thick member into my hot gash, Robin hissed through her teeth at Alyssa, “Go-Fuck-Bree. I-Want-Her-To-My-Damn-Self.”



I closed my eyes and threw my head back. Robin must have found my spot. I gyrated my hips and moaned lustfully. Meeting her thrusts each time down, Robin took to one of my nipples. Gasping sharply, I tightened around her cock. My spasming twat squeezed at her dick, coaxing a climax out of me she continued stabbing into my snatch.



Suckling at my salmon colored nipple, Robin began to rock her hips slower. But she soon began to drive her thick organ into me harder. A familiar tingle in my crotch started building up again.



“It’s-been-too-long,” She crowed.



Every thrust was conducting an lewd, wet, slurping sound. I squealed, yet another climax was strained out of me. She finally erupted. Filling my womb with her hot girl spunk. Slumping forward I panted, breathless, as Robin continued to douse my insides with her white goo. Unable to contain it all, since my previous filling with Bree, it leaked in a vast torrent.



“Well Robin was always the one beside Michelle to cum the most,” I heard Bree utter in amazement.



Resting my chin on her shoulder, Robin grabbed a fistful of my hair. Pulling my head back, I opened my mouth to let out a groan in pain. Interrupted when she smashed her lips to mine. Using her tongue to venture the inside of my mouth. After a full minute of swabbing saliva, Robin ended our kiss leaving a plentiful amount of her pit in my mouth. Humiliated, I swallowed it quietly.



“I like this one,” she approved, stroking my hair.



I began to lose consciousness.



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Groaning I awoke to Alyssa sucking at my neck. I noticed that the other girls had left the room and the handcuffs around my wrist were taken off.



“Ah, you’re finally awake,” she purred. ” I was worried I wouldn’t be able to have any fun.”



I began, but I was interrupted when she pulled to my knees by my hair, “Wha-”



She loomed over me, her prick obviously poking out if her unzipped jeans. Her creamy white mounds resting upon her chest. Alyssa wasn’t as blessed either, her chest was even smaller than mine. She had the appeal of an innocent southern bell. My mouth watered at the site of her perky, brown areolas.



Smiling she pressed her drooling cock head against my cheek. Smearing precum onto my face. Her stiff organ wasn’t as thick as Robin, or as long as Bree. But it was upturned like it was made for fucking.



“Wait you don’t have to…mmph!” I began to explain, but i was to be cut off when Alyssa grabbed the back of my head and stuffed her dripping cock into my mouth.



Holding my head tight the dick sporting girl pushed her hips forward slowly. Filling my mouth with her throbbing cock meat, I gagged as I felt her touch at the back of my throat.



“Ahhh….” She moaned, clawing her hands through my hair.



Flailing my arms around, she forced her cock into my throat. Stretching it to accommodate her intruding member. My face was pressed against her pelvis. Rutting her hips once, twice, she let out an animalistic scream.



“Fuck.. Yes,yes!” Alyssa exclaimed.



My crotch began to feel aflame, spurred off of her melodic voice. I was getting hot off of being raped, what in the hell is wrong with me? I shouldn’t be enjoying this, my body was betraying me.



I used one hand to pinch and roll my nipple, as the other hand attended my clit. Moaning around her cock, I felt a cool spurt of liquid at the back of my throat. I gave an eager suck at her veiny prick, making her groan in approval.



“Nngh…you like that don’t you?” Alyssa asked, pumping her hips.



I moaned in agreement.



She grunted, jabbing her lengthy member into my throat, “Lets see how much you can take.”



I was sucking and moaning zealously. Shutting my eyes, I savored the taste of her pre. Hauling my head back along her dick, I felt her nip at the opening. She’d then slam back into my throat. I took it with ease despite it being my first time.



I eagerly took her cock into my throat as she began to really start fucking my face. Inserting a digit into my leaking pussy I bucked, the inserting another one I started to shove my fingers into my velvet folds. Plunging her meaty dick into my tight throat, she swore under her breath.



I felt her swell, then buck. Releasing an immense load of thick girl cum. She was on her toes now, sending stream after stream down my throat and into my belly. Withdrawing from my throat, I gotten a mouth full of her hot spunk. Using both hands, she worked her cock giving me a nice shower of her white liquid. I shuddered, as an orgasm rippled through my body.



Once her violent downpour came to a stop, I opened my mouth, showing her the handy work she left behind. I swallowed her jizz hungrily. Smearing her warm, gunky, fluid all over my chest. Licking her seamen of my fingers, I adjusted myself, changing position.



Laying on my back, I opened my legs and spread myself wide.



I spoke in a low wistful voice, making my invitation clear, “Alyssa, I want you to take me, use me as you wish.”



Apparently shocked, but not willing to give up a chance like this, she sunk down to her knees. Guiding herself into me slowly, I moaned feeling her stretch me to push forward.



I scratched at her back as she drove into me roughly, hissing impatiently, “Harder, harder..”



Hammering her dick into my tightening folds, we moaned in unison. I felt as though I was being torn apart. Alyssa though as innocent she she looked, was tearing into my gash with vicious lunges. I came around her considerably thick cock. Burying my face in her chest I let out a muffled cry.



Buried deep inside me, she retreated. Using one hand to pump her pulsing prick, covering me with her cum. I sighed as I felt it coolly splat against my body.



Laying down next to me, spent, she had a huge grin on her face.



“That was amazing,” she breathed.



I was speechless. I completely resented sex with Bree, enjoyed Robin fucking me senseless, and I adored having Alyssa claim me.



College was smooth sailing at first, but with this new intriguing chapter in my life I could feel the storm heading my way.

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