by Ella Ford
The girl sensed my need and bent over until her mouth was inches from my throbbing cock. With one hand, she swept her raven hair aside so that I could see what was happening, then she lightly kissed her lips against my rigid shaft. I gasped at the wet warmth of her mouth on my skin and urged her forward. She obliged, taking the bulbous end of my rod in her mouth and playfully swirling her tongue around the glistening tip. She locked her eyes on mine, her expression one of filthy intent. I nodded furiously, and resisted the temptation to grab her head and force her onto my aching cock.
She teased me for an eternity, then finally lowered her head to take me between her lips. I wailed as I felt the unfamiliar sensation of her warm mouth envelope me. She pulled up and lightly sucked, drawing her tongue up the underside of my member. I reached out with one arm and lightly rested a hand on the back of her head, an unconscious urge to drive her up and down.
As I watched, she took me again and again in her mouth, her left hand wrapped tightly around the base of the shaft. My mind raced with excitement, the thrill of this new desire surging through my body. It radiated from my penis, a feeling quite different from that experienced by my pussy. This was raw and visceral, there was a violence to it, a strong need take control and ram myself into her mouth, rather than lie back and allow her to dictate the pace. Is this what it felt like to be a guy? I idly speculated.
Before I could speculate further, she pulled back and looked at me.
“Fuck me!” she exclaimed, her terse words conveying her intent perfectly in the new grammar of our attraction.
She fell back onto the sofa and once again spread her legs, dropping her hand to her pussy and using her fingers to part her pussy lips. Her pink hole glared at me, urging me onwards.
I pulled myself up and kneeled over her, enjoying the feeling of the rigid cock that erupted from my midsection and hung before me like a girder. I gripped it for the first time, marvelling at the feel of it beneath my fingers, hard as steel and hot with anticipation. I tested my new tool, stroking my fingers gently down its length as I stared at the prone girl before me.
I felt powerful like this, a hunter stalking its prey, weapon in hand and closing for the kill. Oh god, I was so horny, the familiar sensations from my pussy clashed with the new feelings that emanated from my penis and compounded to form something totally unique. I felt alive with the surging force of a futanri’s desire and never wanted to be free of this intensity!
The girl’s eyes invited me forward, desperate to be filled by me. She moaned and rubbed her breasts, greedily eyeing the length of my cock.
I reached down and grabbed her right ankle, lifting her foot and laying it on my shoulder. She gasped in anticipation as the tip of my cock nudged against her pussy lips. Her own cock was hard now and lay erect on her stomach. Relishing every second, I slowly teased my helmet over her pussy and gently pushed it into her. She tensed before me, arching her back and throwing her head to the side as I penetrated her as far as I dared. I grabbed her cock in my right hand and gripped it as I began to thrust my hips forward rhythmically, slowly at first.
The sensations were indescribable. As a woman, I had no idea that men felt this way all the time! Her tight pussy gripped me, and the thick length of my bloated cock rubbed against her as I pushed in and pulled out. This friction caused the skin of my cock to brush over the sensitive tip of my penis and every touch sent waves of molten lava through my body. It was thrilling! Endlessly arousing and mind numbingly intense! I was overcome with a strong urge to be deeper inside of her and I thrust harder, pushing my cock so far in that her ass cheeks slapped against the flesh of my thighs with every thrust. Yet still I wanted more. I turned to her leg that rested on my shoulder and took the meat of her calf in my mouth, sucking her skin, desperate for every taste of this young girl.
Her breath was coming in short pants now and she moaned constantly as I pounded her endlessly. Without thinking, I began to work her cock with my free hand, pumping it harder and harder in time with the drive of my own cock into her pussy. Oh God, the last vestiges of my rational mind thought, this is intense!
Captivated by the sight of the girl impaled on my cock as my hand stroked up and down her hard rod, I almost failed to spot my orgasm approaching. But then I felt it and I could not ignore it. It started with an indescribable feeling of intense pleasure, spreading outwards from my cock into my belly and legs. I got the sense of a point of no return being passed and was filled with an irresistible urge to pump deeper into the girl. I attempted to stave it off, to calm my raging mind with soothing thoughts, but it was no good. My throbbing cock sang with the electrifying feeling of impending release and I threw my head back and surrendered myself to it.
My body tensed and I thrust myself forward one final, endless time. At the apex of my thrust, my cock convulsed repeatedly and I sensed a surging flow, the feeling of pumping an enormous volume through the fleshy pole inside the girl. I pushed my hips forwards and moaned repeatedly, desperate to force my seed as deep into her as I possibly could, driven by an urge that felt ancient and primal. With every convulsion, my body was jolted with spasms of pleasure.
It felt unbelievably good to empty myself into her! It was entirely different to the orgasms I’ve felt as a woman, and utterly alien to me. I became sure that the spasms would never end, that my pulsating cock would shoot my hot love into this writhing girl until I had nothing more to give. But eventually, it did. My cock twitched a few more times, mechanism emptied it spat its last.
I fell back on the sofa, utterly spent and mind racing at what had just happened. My cock flopped against my belly, glistening with my cum and the girl’s pussy juices, still hard, yet cooling rapidly.
“Holy fuck,” I managed to say as I lay there.
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As I regained my wits, I looked over at the girl. She lay opposite me on the other end of the sofa and was in a similar state of confused exhaustion. Her naked body was spread eagled and exposed, she’d made no attempt to cover her cock or pussy. As I stared, she caught my eye and winked. Dirty minx.
I sat up beside her parted knees and stroked her inner thighs. She sighed as my fingertips caressed her aroused body. I studied her cock and the pussy beneath it, captivated by this unnatural mechanism.
My thoughts turned to how different the cock orgasm had felt to a pussy orgasm, how unfamiliar the surging flow of an ejaculation was to the internal fire of the female climax. Both were indescribably enjoyable in their own ways. They seemed to fit together, complementing each other in their particular intensity. A thought suddenly struck me…
“What would happen,” I purred, lost in my own musing, “if your pussy and cock came at the same time?” I asked the question to no-one in particular, my mind fixated on this important scientific question.
The girl replied nonetheless. “Oh boy, you have no idea!” she exclaimed and rolled her eyes back in her head.
I grinned at her, a new wave of sexual desire flooding my body. “I want to see!”
She smiled back, eyes hungry with anticipation, “Well, if you insist!”
In the interests of science, I decided that I would observe the girl as she experienced this unlikely phenomenon. I’d brought her close to climax as I pounded her with my cock earlier, so this would reduce warm up time. Besides, I was a little afraid to allow her to try it with me. I feared that my brain might melt from the sheer ecstasy of it.
As the girl lay back and idly played with her pussy lips, I reached over to the coffee table and retrieved the enormous pink dildo that had appeared as a result of my first wish. Shame to see such a precision tool go to waste, I reasoned, and held it up to her for inspection. She nodded enthusiastically and I took up position between her legs once again.
There was no need for lube this time as her pussy was slick with her own wetness and my cum, so I gently eased the monstrous plastic cock into her, studying her face for signs of discomfort, but finding only pleasure. She gasped as the length filled her, clos
ing her eyes and holding her breath while her fingers clawed at the soft material of the sofa cushions. I slid the dildo in and out, finding my rhythm slowly. I relished the sight of the column as I thrust it into her, glistening in the dim light of the room, covered in the musky cocktail of our mutual desire.
As I worked her pussy, I noticed her cock twitch and grow. From a semi-flaccid state, it gradually grew to be fully erect and stood up from her belly and demanded attention. Who was I to deny such a proud beast? I reached for it and wrapped my fingers around the shaft, marvelling at how tiny my hand looked against the thick girth of this girl’s cock. I began to work it up and down, sliding my hand over the exposed head with each stroke.
I began to consider the question of timing. My motions were working this girl up into quite a frenzy, even now. The pink dildo rammed into her repeatedly, while my other hand gripped her cock and massaged it up and down. But how could I ensure that both reached their climax at the same time? This was an important consideration and I slowed my pace slightly while I considered my options. The girl moaned and begged me to go faster, but I ignored her pleas, maintaining a constant rhythm at a teasingly slow pace. Science dammit!
I decided to wing it. I’d given myself enough orgasms to know when a pussy was close to the edge and I prided myself on giving the best hand-job on the Lower East Side, so I reckoned I knew enough to spot when a cock was nearing release. I’d work the girls pussy and cock till they were both ready to ride, then I’d hit them both hard and pound her till she came like a neutron bomb! Plan!
Slowly, I began to quicken the pace. With my left hand, I gripped her throbbing cock, sliding my warm hand up and down that peculiar appendage. Simultaneously, I thrust the dildo into her, matching the rhythm of my strokes in an attempt to compound the intensity.
It appeared to be working, a visible flush had spread from the girl’s chest up her neck and to her cheeks. She writhed on the sofa, her hands pressed onto her luscious tits, kneading them frantically in time with my motions. I felt my own cock hardening again as I watched her squirm. Oh god, I thought, is it never satisfied? Suddenly, men seemed a little less inscrutable to me, their apparent insatiable appetite for sex explained by the presence of this hungry monster between their legs.
Faster and faster I worked, driving the dildo home into her, deeper with each stroke. My tight grip on her cock worked the length furiously until my hand was a blur of motion. She screamed, “Oh god yes!” and I realised that she was close. The thrust of her hips upwards told me that her cock was probably nearest, so I eased off slightly with my rhythmic strokes, loosening my grip but maintaining a constant beat. I redoubled my efforts with the dildo, rotating the pink column as I thrust it forward, angling its entry to increase her stimulation. It worked. She arched her back with worrying intensity, lifting her body off the sofa and throwing her head back. I resumed my pace on her cock, matching the cadence of the dildo thrusts. Her breathing was fast now, a short pant for every hard entry of her pussy, and she moaned a low, endless ahhh as the orgasm gathered inside her.
Faster, faster, faster. In and out, in and out. Up and down, up and down. My hands were a blur now, working independently as if playing some childish game of coordination - rub head, pat belly; ram pussy, stroke cock.
Then suddenly, she arched her body one final time. An intolerable tension collecting in her spine as her mouth hung open in a silent scream. It went quiet and I feared that she might be broken. Then she released it all in one majestic scream of satisfaction.
“OH MOTHERFUCKER YES! YES! YES!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, and I wondered what Mrs Gunderson must think. The girl thrashed and writhed on the sofa, then her limbs went hard, hands digging into the cushions beneath her as though holding on for dear life. The cock in my hand convulsed finally and spat wad after wad of hot fluid onto her stomach and tits, some emerging with enough force to reach her neck and face. Her legs squeezed together, locking the dildo in place with my hand still on it as the fire erupted from her pussy. Her entire body shook with an energy that I have never seen before though longed to experience myself. Then she pushed up with her knees, raising her ass off the sofa and holding her body weight on her lower legs. She held this position for the longest time, then collapsed, falling back onto the cushion below her.
She went limp, legs falling apart and releasing my hands. Her cock was still, twitching every now and again as the steel left it. She was breathing deeply, eyes closed and lost in her own world of perfect satisfaction.
While she recovered, I slowly worked my way up her body, my eager tongue licking up every drop of the precious fluid that lay on her exhausted body. Shame to see it go to waste!
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As we curled together on the couch, exhausted bodies wrapped together, she told me her name. It was “Jade”. I didn’t ask any more, keen to not ruin the mystery of this perfect evening.
I’d begun the night, bored and frustrated, desperate for a cock to satisfy me. Now here I was, perfectly content, with more cock that I could have possibly ever hoped for. I sighed, drifting into a light doze, enjoying the feeling of my new tool pressed against the warm skin of Jade’s body.
It was getting late and I hadn’t called the girls to let them know what was happening. They’d be waiting for me in Carlucci’s. A sudden wicked thought crossed my mind… I wonder if they’d like to meet Jade?
THE END
Futanari Slumber Party
by Ella Ford
Prologue
“Okay girls, here’s my number one piece of advice for you before you head off to college next month.”
Jenny was my older sister and seemed, for that summer only, like the wisest, most knowledgeable person on the planet to me and my friends. She’d invited us out for a burger and milkshake one afternoon in late August, offering to share what she knew about college life with us, provided we agreed to pay for lunch that is. Nothing was ever offered for free where Jenny was concerned. We’d eagerly agreed, all of us nervous about leaving town and our simple lives, and heading into the complex world of majors and minors and freshman.
Each of us sat forward, listening to her speak with rapt attention. Kim, popular, athletic and attractive, who barely scraped into her third choice college thanks to her Daddy’s connections. Monica, clever and studious, but shy and socially awkward. And me, Lucy, the eternal middle-grounder - not great at sports, not overly popular, never excelling at my studies but never failing either. Three legs of a stereotypical triangle of friendship - sporty, brainy and average.
At eighteen, we felt ready to conquer the world, and with Jenny’s help, we felt sure that we would.
“My advice,” Jenny continued, “is to learn your way around a pussy.”
She stopped talking and nonchalantly took a long slurp from her milkshake, letting the sordid weight of her words sink into our perplexed minds.
Kim spoke first, “Pussy? Why would we need to know about that? We’re not lesbians!”
Jenny turned to her and smiled, her face softening with a look that said she thought we were oh so naive and pathetic. “Honey, in college, you don’t need to be a lesbian to eat pussy. In fact, you’ll eat more pussy than you will cock. It’s just how it is. Sororities, hazing, keggers… I’d be willing to bet you’ll be tongue deep in senior cooze before the end of your first month. Just get used to it and learn to love it.”
She turned back to her milkshake and gave it a lazy stir. Monica was blushing furiously and Kim was staring into her own drink, lost in her thoughts.
I was pretty sure my sister was bullshitting, some elaborate prank to set us off guard before we left home. She’d always had a cruel streak, even back when we were little girls growing up together. I expected she would have a laugh about this later with her friends. I decided to call her out on it.
“That’s bullshit Jenny. You’ve no more been with a woman than I have with Brad Pitt! You’re just making it up.”
She fixed me with a look that I recogn
ized as her “I’m deadly serious and you’d better listen up” face and I felt the little girl inside me cowering before her, expecting a dead arm or a wet willy for my impertinence.
“Oh Lucy, you’re so dumb,” she spoke, her voice dripping with barely concealed contempt. “What do you think happens when you join a sorority? All those horny girls, living together, sharing rooms with each other? You think they sit around at night and tell each other ghost stories or moon over pictures of Robert Pattinson? College isn’t like high school, you’re not a child any more. You’re a woman, surrounded by other women. So you’d better learn how to please them!”
She slurped the last drop of her milkshake and turned to gather her bag and coat.
“Anyway, you can believe me or not, I don’t care. But don’t be Skyping me when you’re facing down your first dripping pussy and expect me to talk you through it!” she said sharply, before turning away from the table. As she was walking away, she paused and turned back to look directly at me. “Seriously though, Lucy, take my advice. Watch some lesbian porn before you leave. Or, even better, you and your little friends,” she wagged a finger between the three of us, “practice on each other!”
And with that, she laughed and hurried out of the diner.
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The three of us sat in silence, contemplating what my sister had said. Monica in particular looked ashen faced and full of worry. I hated Jenny for making my timid friend feel anxious and uncomfortable like this.
“Listen, guys, I’m sure my sister is full of shit. She’s just trying to get under our skin, you know?” I offered, not entirely sure I believed what I was saying.