by Ella Ford
“Kim and me, we’ll be your bitches. You can do whatever you want with us, make us do whatever you want us to.”
Monica stared down at me, and I felt her cock twitch under my fingers, an unmistakable stiffening that signalled her desire far more than the words that followed. “O-okay,” she whispered, “if you guys would be into it?”
I looked at Kim, who was staring back at me. She nodded, her eyes hungry with enthusiasm. “Sure, I’ll be Monica’s willing cockmaiden for the night!” she said, and we laughed again.
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Ten minutes later and Monica was a different person. Her usual timid nervousness had vanished and, in its place, a newfound confidence that had grown from her with every passing second. A growth that had mirrored that of her monstrous cock.
She started tentatively, ordering Kim and myself to kneel on the floor. We did as we were told, slowly lowering ourselves into position beside each other, facing Monica on the sofa. Suddenly, Monica sat bolt upright and shouted, “No! Backs straight!”
We instantly straightened our backs and she smiled her approval. She really was enjoying this!
“Now,” she went on, “I want you to fold your arms behind your backs. Push out those tit!”
We both did as we were told. Instinctively, I felt my eyes staring at the floor. There was something about that particular pose that made me feel submissive, and very horny. I could feel a growing warmth building in my body, radiating out from my pussy as I willingly gave myself to my futanari friend as her plaything. I found myself hoping that she would fuck me next and I longed to feel her inside of me.
Monica stood up from the sofa and approached us. The throbbing length of her futanari penis hung before her, swaying in lazy arcs with each step. She walked behind us and I longed to turn my head and follow her, but knew that I must do as she said. I continued to stare at the floor, and sensed Kim doing the same beside me.
Suddenly, I felt a strong tug on my hair and my head was pulled backwards until I was staring directly upwards. From the corner of my eye, I sensed Kim doing the same. Monica had hold of us and was gazing down, grinning wildly. A momentary feeling of fear flashed through my mind. This wasn’t the Monica I’d grown up with. It wasn’t the Monica who loved geodes and Ingress, and listened to NPR while everyone else listened to One Direction. This was Futanari Monica, a sexual entity that craved only pleasure. And I had given myself to her!
But beneath the fear was something else, a strong desire that eclipsed everything else. The need to feel her inside me, in my mouth, my pussy, my ass, it consumed me and I longed to be taken by her.
“Kiss,” she ordered and whipped my head around to face Kim. Obediently, I leaned forwards and found Kim’s mouth. This was no longer the tentative kiss of exploration. In its place was the hungry need to devour each other. Commanded by our futanari mistress and our own lusts, our tongues wrestled in our open mouths, each desperate to gain ground on the other, to win this passionate skirmish and claim the other. Yet neither of us yielded and the kiss continued.
I felt myself growing lightheaded, the electric jolts of pleasure from my pussy were intoxicating. I was trapped between the strong grip of Monica and the frantic lips of Kim and I loved it! I wished it would never stop and I cursed that it had taken us so long to discover this intense pleasure.
Then Monica pulled us apart and I gasped with the shock of absence. Breathing heavily, I turned to face forward, closing my eyes and struggling to calm my thoughts. As I collected myself, I sensed a presence in front of me, then felt Monica’s warm hand on my chin as she lifted my head up to face her.
“Take it in your mouth,” she said matter of factly, and I blinked as I opened my eyes and found her rigid length hanging before my face. I took a few seconds to collect myself, studying the enormous cock. The bulging veins that rippled along its length, the rounded head that peered at me and demanded attention. It was, unquestionably, a peculiar thing, yet I wanted it inside me so badly. I reached out a hand and gripped it’s base, guiding it forward to my face.
As my lips brushed the tip, I heard Monica sigh audibly. I flicked out my tongue and swirled it around the end, lapping up the glistening wetness that signalled her total arousal. I could hear Kim breathing beside me, deep and quick. She was obviously feeling as horny as Monica and myself. Slowly, I began pumping my hand back and forth, gathering the skin on the cock up and then releasing it. Monica responded by putting her hands on the side of my head and pulling me forward, sliding her penis into my mouth.
I took it as far as I dared, feeling the pulsating rod fill my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it and pulled backwards, squeezing with my hand as I did so. As I took it inside me again and again, I raised my eyes to look at Monica as she stood above me. I caught her staring at me, her face tight with pleasure and lust, and I felt entirely subservient. I existed at that time only to please her cock, to give my body to her to use as she pleased. It was an amazing feeling, one that I’ve never experienced before in my life, but one I have frequently sought out again since.
I quickened my pace, taking the cock deeper and deeper and struggling to avoid gagging. I felt Mon’s hands grip my hair, attempting to guide me at her own pace and I surrendered to her intent. Fuck my mouth mistress! I found myself thinking, as I felt myself transforming into a pure fucktoy for my friend.
Then, suddenly, she pulled herself away from me and I was left gasping for breath and flooded with a sense of abandonment.
Monica stepped back, regaining her own wits, then moved behind us again.
She spoke again, purring with a sexual power that none of us had experienced before. “Ladies, we came here tonight to learn how to lick pussy, but all we’ve done so far is play with my cock. So I think it’s about time we got down to it, don’t you think?”
“Yes, mistress,” both Kim and I replied in unison, then looked at each other and giggled.
Our mirth was cut short as Monica took our hair again and lifted us to our feet. I winced as I stood on legs that had started to go to sleep from all the kneeling, but managed to keep my footing. She dragged us over to the sofa and motioned for Kim to lie down on her back.
Kim capitulated without question, sitting back in the corner and spreading her legs wide open to reveal her gorgeous pink pussy to us. I marvelled at this, about how comfortable we were with each other now. What a stark difference from the three nervous girls of a few hours ago. How much had Monica’s futanari cock brought us out of our shells?
My thoughts were interrupted as I felt an insistent pressure on my shoulder. Monica forced me to my knees once more in front of the sofa where Kim lay. Still gripping my hair, she shuffled me forwards until my face was a foot away from Kim’s pussy. I gazed at it, eager to take it in my mouth yet still apprehensive. What if I did it wrong? What if I couldn’t make her cum? Yet I knew that I would be okay, that my womanly instinct would guide me to Kim’s most pleasurable areas and I longed only to taste her.
“Don’t just stare at it, Lucy, eat it!” snapped Monica and I fell forwards obediently, plunging my tongue into Kim’s dripping lips.
Oh god! She tasted wonderful! An indescribable taste that was oh so sweet! It was the raw flavor of passion and I craved as much of it as I could take. Slowly, I dragged my tongue down the length of her pussy, brushing over her hard clitoris teasingly and working my way to her tight hole. She shuddered and moaned as I worked, begging for more. Again and again, I repeated the slow tease of my probing tongue, then finally fell on her clitoris, pressing it inwards and swirling around it in endless spirals. Kim bucked and writhed beneath me and I gripped her thighs with my arms. She responded by squeezing her legs together and locking my head in place. I was a captive now, caught between the soft, sheer material of Kim’s stockinged thighs. I relished my captivity and redoubled my efforts on her dripping pussy. Shit, I thought, could this ever be any better?
And then, as if responding to my thoughts, Monica sunk her hard cock into my pussy. My mind exp
loded as the slow penetration filled me completely! I inhaled deeply, filling my nose and throat with the cloying musk of Kim’s arousal and briefly halting my tongue’s frantic work.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I moaned, unable to focus my mind as Monica pistoned herself into my young pussy. It was amazing, it felt so enormous and stretched me in a way that I have never been stretched. My entire body burned with an intensity that was almost overwhelming and I felt myself becoming lost in the fireball that rose from my pussy. Then I felt Kim’s hands on the back of my head, gently reminding me of my responsibilities and I fought to regain focus. I worked my tongue again, harder and harder. The rhythm of Monica’s strokes forced my face deeper into Kim’s hot chasm and Kim screamed her approval above me. Her grip tightened on my head, pushing me inwards, locking me against her lips. I sucked her clit into my mouth, lapping my tongue against it with furious abandon as Monica forced herself deeper and deeper into me.
Faster and faster, hot young bodies working in perfect harmony. I struggled to maintain composure and fought against the building climax that was gestating within me. It started small, a tantalisingly bright point of light inside my body that gradually grew until it filled my stomach, my arms, my legs. I tensed my entire body as I tried to turn away from it, but it was irresistible. The relentless force of Monica’s cock and the slick depths of Kim’s pussy fueled my desire to heights that I could not have imagined, and feared to face.
Eventually, I relented and gave myself over to it. The white light exploded like a supernova in my mind and I briefly lost myself in the resulting conflagration! My body tensed and I pulled myself deeper onto Kim. Distantly, I felt Kim succumb to her own orgasm. Her thighs tightened around my head with an intolerable pressure and I sensed that I might blackout. But I didn’t care, my body was afire from my head to my toes, burning with waves of pure pleasure that swept over me as Monica rode me still.
I pulled myself free from Kim’s legs and threw my head back exhaling deeply and moaning my climax to anyone who would hear. I felt Monica grab my hair and pull my head further back and she rammed her cock home one final time. I felt a surge within my pussy, a pulsating eruption as she forced herself forwards into me over and over. Hot and liquid, it burned within me and intensified the orgasm that still raged in my body. This new doubling of pleasure scared and thrilled me, I sensed that it might never end and I didn’t care. If I lost myself to oblivion’s kiss, then so be it, at least I have achieved this mighty apex.
And then, suddenly, it released me. I felt as though I was falling to earth. My place in the stratosphere lost, my body now limp and spent. Only an electric tingle remained, causing my arms and legs to twitch with the memory of what had happened. I dimly felt myself collapsing sideways onto the sofa, sliding off Monica’s cock and flopping over Kim’s legs as she struggled to regain control of her own body. Then Monica fell beside us, and we lay there, the three of us entirely exhausted, completely satisfied.
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We made love many times that night, exploring our young bodies and finding new permutations that would not have been possible without our Futanari friend. It was exhilarating, a thousand new thrills found and memories made. In the early hours, we collapsed against each other one final time and fell into a deep sleep, bodies entirely spent.
The next morning, we woke and I expected that it might be slightly awkward, but it wasn’t. In many ways, we returned to the young girls that we had started this adventure as. Laughing and joking about college life, or shared experiences. We planned a trip to the mall that lazy Sunday. The events of the previous night were barely mentioned, nor Monica’s unexpected appendage. It was simply something that had happened to us, a shared memory to be cherished and recalled on long lonely nights.
As the weeks went by, we drifted apart, each of us consumed by our own preparations for college and our new lives. I spoke to Monica briefly before she left. She thanked me for helping her to accept herself, to find her place in the world and for giving her such a wonderful night.
And me? Well, I never truly figured out whether I preferred men or women. In truth, I’d settle for either. It’s sex I crave, the intensity of that union, no matter who it is between. But you know what? When I’m in college, I’m sure as hell going to be on the lookout for a futanari girl to spend those long fall semester nights with! Because… well, why wouldn’t you? It’s the best of both worlds!
THE END
The Futanari Sorority
by Ella Ford
Chapter 1
The car picked me up at 7pm, on the dot. As I nervously approached the pristine black sedan, the driver side door opened and a butch looking girl stepped out to greet me. I gathered myself together and managed to give a cheery “hello”, in spite of the simultaneous feelings of dread and excitement that caused my heart to pound in my chest.
The butch driver ignored my greeting and casually looked me up and down. She was about my age, but perhaps half a foot taller than me and of stocky build with close cropped blonde hair. She wore a black suit and white blouse that had feminine styling, but which made her appear masculine and powerful.
“You’ll do,” she said to me, then moved to the rear of the car to open the passenger door. I took the cue and sat on the back seat, taking care not to catch the flowing white dress that I wore in the door as the driver shut it.
The butch girl sat back in the driver’s seat and turned to me. “I’m Molly. Pleased to meet you,” she spoke, her voice deep and assured, “I’ll be taking you to the initiation tonight. Now, before we set off, I want you to put that over your head.” She pointed at the seat next to me where a perfectly plain black silk bag lay. Obediently, I reached to the side and took the bag, then pulled it over my head. It smelled faintly of perfume, a subtle scent of rose and lavender. I sat back and waited as the car pulled away.
As we drove, I thought about the night ahead. A sorority initiation! And for the prestigious Delta Iota Kappa sorority! Secretly, I’d dreamed of being part of such a sisterhood for as long as I can remember. It was the ultimate leg up in society, a chance to make friendships and connections that would stay with me for the rest of my life.
Being selected to pledge for Delta Iota Kappa was a great privilege, especially for someone like me. Born to humdrum, middle class parents, no real money to my name and no connections in the elite ranks of college life, I often wondered why I was invited. But such self-doubt was always washed away by the memory of opening that fancy envelope and reading the finely written text that gave me the greatest opportunity a college girl could ever hope for!
I turned my attention back to the present and shifted my head to attempt to let some cold air underneath the bag. It was getting hot and stuffy, and I casually wondered why the need for such elaborate rituals. The bag wasn’t the only thing either. The invitation had directed me to dress appropriately, specifying exactly what I should wear for the initiation ceremony. A knee length, white cotton dress, sleeveless and plain. White cotton underwear, and plain white ballet flats. My hair was to be down, and I was to wear only a modest amount of makeup.
Of course, I’d followed the instructions to the letter, but had inwardly questioned why the sorority would need me to dress like this. The whole outfit made me look virginal, innocent, corruptible. I suppose that was kind of the point…
Okay. Let’s get one thing out in the open. You probably think I’m a hopelessly naive midwest rube, right? That I was walking into some elaborate hazing ritual with my dumb eyes completely closed, unaware of the strange and demeaning things I would be asked to do? Wrong! I was only too aware of what happened in sororities. I’m not an idiot!
All those women, living together. Selecting only the freshest and most attractive pledges for membership. The secret parties, the eternal bonds. I was well aware that membership of a sorority came with an implicit sexual component. And you know what? I didn’t care! In fact, if I’m perfectly honest with you, the prospect actually excited me. There wa
s something about the thought of a woman’s touch that thrilled me in ways that the thought of being with a man could not. For all that I loved to feel a cock inside me, I’d always secretly longed to be with a woman, though I’d never dared try anything.
I was going into the Delta Iota Kappa initiation with my eyes fully open. I expected tonight to be sordid and humiliating, and intended to enjoy every damned minute of it!
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After a short while, the car pulled up and the engine stopped. I heard the driver’s door open and Molly step out. Seconds later, the passenger door opened and Molly took my hand to help me out of the vehicle. With my vision impaired, my other senses were somehow heightened and I marvelled at the softness of her skin, most unexpected given her otherwise gruff demeanour.
I stood and awaited direction. Molly moved to my side and instructed me to take her arm. I did as I was told, threading my hand around her elbow and folding my hands before me. Then, like a father giving away a bride, she walked me slowly away from the car. I assumed we were heading towards the sorority house, a building that I knew to be an ancient colonial style dwelling that had been owned by the sorority for over a hundred years. I longed to take the bag from my head to experience this moment fully; to view the pristine white house as I approached; to fully appreciate the imposing entrance as I passed over the threshold for the first time.
I reminded myself that the initiation ritual was experience enough itself and struggled to appreciate that instead. There would be plenty of time to see the house later, when I was a full member of Delta Iota Kappa!
We reached the door to the house, taking the steps to the porch with great care. I was secretly glad that the invitation had specified flat shoes, because I doubt I would have made it in heels.
From inside the bag, I heard Molly reach up and strike the door knocker smartly, three times. After a short time, the door swung open before us and I felt the warmth of the interior brush over the exposed flesh of my arms. It felt welcoming and smelled vaguely of cinnamon or some other spice.