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Alanna March – Night 4

I was shocked. Not at the naughty dreams where I had a futa-dick and my landlady, Mrs. Thompson, did wanton things to me. That had been the last three nights in a row. We had committed such wicked lewd acts together. If it wasn't a dream, she would have cheated on her husband.

These had to be dreams. My clit just didn't grow into a cock. That wasn't normal. Futanari were a fictional thing. A perverse idea, I had learned, from Japan. I had no idea where I heard about such a naughty topic before today when my friend googled it for me. Clearly, I had to have such perverse dreams.

But now my roommate, Theresa, was with our landlady. Like me, Theresa rented a room from the Thompson. They both held my futa-dick, the pair of them as naked as me. Mrs. Thompson had big tits that swayed beneath her while Theresa had small mounds that hardly quivered with her excitement. Mrs. Thompson was a brunette but Theresa had sandy-blonde hair.

“You want me to pop... Theresa's cherry?” I gasped, staring at my sexy roommate. She had a year on me at nineteen.

“Yes,” Theresa moaned. “It's not fair that only Mrs. Thompson gets to enjoy you. I want to have your big futa-dick in my pussy, too. I'm a virgin.”

“Really?” I gasped. I mean, Theresa went to church with us, but she was always more... worldly. “I'm shocked you're a virgin. What about your boyfriend?”

“We just kiss,” she said.

“Mmm, just straddle my little futanari and I'll press her girl-dick into your pussy, Theresa, sweetheart,” Mrs. Thompson purred, holding my big futa-dick in her hand, the tip throbbing. Precum dripped down the shaft.

My delicious roommate straddled me, her small titties quivering. I had bigger ones than she did. She lowered her trimmed, sandy-blonde bush to my cock. Her curls nuzzled into the tip. I gasped at that ticklish contact. Then her hot pussy lips brushed my futa-cock next. Her pussy lips parted but, unlike Mrs. Thompson, something stopped her from going further.

Her hymen.

“This is a wild dream,” I groaned.

“Dream?” Mrs. Thompson smiled. “Just enjoy, my little futanari, as your roommate works her tight cunt up and down your big dick.” Mrs. Thompson stretched out beside me, her big tits piling into two lush mounds by my head. I could suckle on one.

My roommate pressed her hymen against my girl-dick. I shuddered as I felt that thin membrane stretching. Her small breasts quivered. Her face twisted with delight. Then she gasped as her cherry popped. She plunged down my dick.

“Yes!” she howled. “Oh, yes, yes, that's it!”

She took my dick to the hilt in her cunt. She groaned, squeezing her pussy around my cock. It was so good to have her in me all the way. She felt just so great around my futa-dick. It was a wild moment to have her sitting impaled on me.

She smiled at me, her hands sliding up to cup my round breasts. Her eyes were so wide. She kneaded my tits, her cunt gripping my dick. I could not believe I had just taken my roommate's virginity. I mean, it was a dream.

It had to be a dream. Otherwise, this would be so wrong. It would be fornication and adultery.

“Now ride her,” purred Mrs. Thompson. “Ride my little futanari's big futa-dick with that tight pussy. Mmm, give my little futanari such a treat.”

“Yes!” I moaned, wanting to feel that hot cunt working up and down me.

My roommate smiled and slid her pussy up my cock. She massaged me with that hot twat. It felt so incredible. Her small breasts quivered as she reached the peak of my cock. She plunged back down me, gasping out in delight as she did.

“Oh, my, yes!” she moaned.

I whimpered, “So good! Ride me, Theresa! Ride my big futa-dick!”

Mrs. Thompson purred in delight and tilted my head. She pressed her nipple into my mouth. I latched on and suckled. To my shock, breast milk gushed from my landlady's nipple. This was such a wild dream. I groaned in delight, swallowing that wonderful milk.

I gulped it down as my roommate worked her cunt up and down my futa-dick. She massaged me with her hot flesh. She plunged her hot cunt down my dick and slid back up me. It felt so good to have her riding me like that. It was just amazing to feel her plunging her hot cunt up and down my dick. It was just a fabulous moment to have her working up and down me.

I gulped down our landlady's breast milk. She cooed in delight, stroking my cheek. I suckled with hunger as she cooed her delight. The sweet and creamy delight poured down my throat. It had a melony aftertaste that was so exciting.

“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped Theresa as she rode me. “That's amazing! I love your big dick, Alanna!”

“Mmm, so do I,” cooed Mrs. Thompson as I gulped down her breast milk. “Mmm, drink your fill, my little futanari!”

I drank it all down. I swallowed that delight, savoring that wonderful milk pouring down my throat. I loved it. This was just so exciting to have flooding down my throat. My cunt clenched as my roommate's hot snatch massaged me. I hurtled toward that wonderful moment of climaxing.

I would have a big one. Just a huge explosion of cum that would sweep through me. It would be fantastic. I shuddered, savoring that forbidden cunt working up and down me. I loved my roommate's snatch massaging my clit-dick. It was glorious. Just so wondrous.

“Oh, my god, yes!” Theresa moaned, squeezing her cunt down around me. “That's amazing!”

“Just cum on her,” Mrs. Thompson cooed.

“I will!”

I moaned around Mrs. Thompson's nipple as Theresa massaged my futa-cock with her hot flesh. It was outstanding to have my roommate's cunt working up and down my clit-dick. The need to cum built and built in my ovaries as she worked up and down me. Mrs. Thompson's breast milk warmed my belly.

That wonderful pussy drove me wild. I loved it. The pressure built and built. I hurtled toward that moment when I would cum. She gripped me, driving me wild with that incredible snatch. Her hands squeezed my tits as I gulped down the breast milk.

“Alanna!” gasped my roommate as she rose up my clit-dick. “I... Yes!”

She plunged down my girl-cock and squealed in delight. Her pussy went wild around my futa-rod. She spasmed about me, suckling at me. I moaned around Mrs. Thompson's nipple. I suckled on her hard, the milk flooding my mouth.

That felt amazing as I hurtled toward my climax. My girl-dick throbbed in my roommate's pussy.

I erupted.

My futa-cum flooded my roommate's deflowered pussy. I groaned around Mrs. Thompson's nipple as I gulped down the breast milk. I shuddered, my pussy spasming. The waves of delight washed through me. It was so good to have all that ecstasy washing through me. I groaned, my futa-dick spurting over and over again.

“Yes, yes, flood me with your futa-seed!” whimpered my roommate, her cunt spasming around me.

“Yes, indeed,” Mrs. Thompson purred. “My little futanari is flooding her second pussy. That's so amazing!”

I whimpered around Mrs. Thompson's nipple in complete agreement. More of her creamy milk flooded my mouth. I gulped it down as I pumped blast after blast of my girl-cum into my roommate's pussy. I filled her to the brim with my jizz.

I felt so good. I could just float away right now. The pleasure washed out of me. It was such an exciting moment. I suckled in a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I enjoyed every last second of that passion. It was just so good to have it sweeping through me.

“Oh, my, yes,” I whimpered, firing the last of my futa-spunk into her twat. The melony aftertaste lingered on my lips. “That was so good!”

“So good,” my roommate groaned.

“Mmm, I have to lick your pussy clean of my little futanari's cum, sweetheart,” Mrs. Thompson purred, rising. “And you.” She winked at me. “You know all my holes are open for you to use, right?”

“Yes, Mommy,” I groaned, loving these perverse dreams. It wasn't a sin in a dream. I couldn't help what was happening right now.

My roommate climbed off me and settled back on my bed, spreading her legs wide. I sat up as Mrs. Thompson crawled past me, her milk-heavy boobs swaying. She leaned down and nuzzled into my roommate's pussy to lick up my cum. It was such a taboo sight.

Mrs. Thompson's plump ass jiggled. She wiggled it, her brown bush dripping in hot cream. I would be cuckolding her husband by sliding into her asshole. Well, if this wasn't a naughty dream, this would be so wrong. I smiled and moved toward her, my dick throbbing.

“Wait, every hole, Mrs. Thompson?” I asked.

“Mmm, yes, yes, my little futanari,” she purred. “You can fuck my asshole if you want. How does that sound?”

“Kinky,” my roommate said. Then she shuddered, her small boobies jiggling. “Oh, Mrs. Thompson, that's it. Lick that cum out of my pussy. Clean up my cunt!”

Anal... My futa-dick throbbed. This was so perverse. I moved toward Mrs. Thompson, shuffling on my knees. I pressed my cock into her butt-crack. My heart raced as I slid it down her crevice, smearing my roommate's pussy cream down that canyon until...

I found Mrs. Thompson's asshole. It was such a different texture. Puckered. I could not believe I was doing this. I was having a threesome with my landlady and roommate and buggering Mrs. Thompson with my big futa-dick. This was so wild. So naughty.

I drilled against her asshole. Her anal ring stretched for me. She moaned into my roommate's pussy. It was so hot that she was licking my cum out of Theresa's snatch. I had loved eating jizz out of Mrs. Thompson's pussy in the last dream.

Mrs. Thompson's anal ring widened more and more. I drilled against her, loving this sensation. Her velvety hole slid slowly around the crown of my futa-cock. I pushed with all my might on her, aching to be in her asshole. To be sodomizing my landlady.

“Yes!” she squealed as I popped into her bowels. “Oh, my little futanari feels amazing!”

“Yes, Mommy!” I groaned as I sank into her bowels.

I shuddered as I penetrated into her anal sheath. It was so wild to be in her. I slid deeper and deeper into her bowels. I trembled at the feel of her asshole around my cock. She devoured me as I pushed into her bowels. It was an awesome moment.

Her velvety hole swallowed my futa-dick. This felt so different from their pussies. I groaned, my round boobs jiggling. My blonde hair spilled around my shoulders as I trembled. Then my crotch pressed into Mrs. Thompson's butt-cheeks.

I had bottomed out in her.

“Oh, my little futanari has such a huge cock!” Mrs. Thompson moaned, her anal sheath gripping down on my clit-dick.

“Yes!” I moaned, savoring her velvety bowels around me.

She wiggled her hips from side to side, stirring her hot flesh around me. I smiled from ear to ear, enjoying that delight. I drew back my cock. She whimpered as she held me. She licked my cum out of my roommate's pussy while I groaned in delight.

I thrust into her asshole. I filled her up with my girl-dick again and again. I pumped away at her, my boobs bouncing. My crotch smacked into her rump as she feasted on my roommate's pussy. She licked up the cum spilling out of Theresa's depths.

“Mrs. Thompson,” groaned Theresa, her face twisting in delight. “Oh, yes, yes, Mrs. Thompson, that's so good. That's amazing!”

It was so hot watching my roommate shuddering as Mrs. Thompson feasted on her. I loved the sight as I fucked Mrs. Thompson's asshole. I pounded her bowels with all that I had. I thrust into her anal sheath again and again. It was so wonderful to fuck into her flesh. I buried deep and hard into her.

She whimpered, her asshole clamping down on me. She held me tight with that asshole. I fucked into her with force. I thrust into her hot flesh. I enjoyed that wonderful anal sheath. I fucked her hard and fast. I churned her up.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I groaned. “That's good, Mrs. Thompson! That's so good!”

“Pound my asshole,” Mrs. Thompson whimpered as I thrust away at her. “Yes, yes, just like that! Ooh, make me cum! Make me explode on your big girl-cock, my little futanari!”

I pounded Mrs. Thompson's asshole hard and fast. I churned her up, my boobs bouncing as I speared into her bowels. She gripped me, the pressure growing and growing in my ovaries. I rose toward that wonderful bursting point.

I would have a mighty cum. I couldn't wait for that pleasure to explode through me. I loved every last second of fucking into her bowels. I couldn't hold back any longer. Her bowels felt so amazing around my futa-dick.

This dream was so wild.

“Oh, yes, yes, Mrs. Thompson!” gasped Theresa. My roommate arched her back, her small titties jiggling. Then she spasmed. “Yes, yes, yes! I'm cumming, Mommy!”

I watched in awe as my roommate came. I trembled in delight as I fucked Mrs. Thompson's asshole. I pounded her bowels with hard strokes. Mrs. Thompson purred in delight, licking up her other tenant's pussy cream. I slammed into that asshole.

“My little futanari!” she moaned, her voice muffled by my roommate's twat. “Yes!”

Her asshole convulse around my dick. She suckled at me with that hot flesh. It was just so amazing. I loved every second of it. It was just so amazing to feel her velvety asshole spasming around me. I groaned, fucking into her hard and fast.

Her flesh rippled around me. She massaged me with all that amazing delight. I groaned, burying into her with so much passion. Her flesh suckled at me as the pressure at the tip of my futa-dick hit that bursting point.

I erupted into my landlady's asshole.

“Mommy!” I squealed, cumming into her flesh. “Yes, yes, Mommy!”

I pumped my cum into her hot flesh. It was so good to dump my load into her flesh. She felt so amazing. I loved it so much. It was incredible. The ecstasy swept through me. A big smile spread on my lips as I dumped my load into her cunt. I filled her up with so much spunk. It felt so right to dump my load into her.

I was so happy for it. Stars danced across my vision. I enjoyed that wonderful delight. I loved every second of it. That was just so perfect. I filled her up with everything that I had. I savored that heat washing through me.

“Oh, my little futanari,” Mrs. Thompson moaned, her asshole milking my cock.

I whimpered, “Mommy!”

I fired the last of my cum into her writhing asshole. My roommate panted while I swayed, the world spinning around me. I felt so wondrous. I crashed onto my back, my dick popping out of Mrs. Thompson's asshole. It smacked into my belly.

I panted, savoring this delight. Mrs. Thompson purred and crawled backward down my body. I shuddered, remembering how we sixty-nined last night. Was she going to suck on my cock? But it had just been in her asshole.

She planted her furred muff right on my face, her tart juices poured out of her cunt and soaked my mouth. I sighed, loving that flavor. I licked at her, stroking my tongue through her folds. My cum bubbled out of her asshole and trickled to her curls.

“Mmm, suck your roommate's dick clean, sweetheart,” Mrs. Thompson purred.

“What?” I gasped even as my roommate said, “Ooh, yum! I want to taste your ass on the sexy cutie's futa-dick!”

“You'll love it,” Mrs. Thompson promised.

I was so shocked at those words. Then my roommate's hand gripped the base of my futa-cock, leafing my shaft up. Her tongue licked the crown of my dirty clit-dick. I shuddered, my toes curling at that hot contact of her tongue.

“Ooh, that's so earthy and yummy,” Theresa cooed. She kissed my dick a moment later. Her lips slid over it. I gasped into Mrs. Thompson's furred muff as she swallowed me.

This was so surreal.

I licked and lapped at Mrs. Thompson's snatch. I stroked through her hot flesh as she squirmed on me. It was so hot having her doing that. Her curls tickled my mouth. She rubbed against me. It was a delight. I loved that joy while my roommate bobbed her head, sucking my dick clean.

I licked through Mrs. Thompson's folds to my cum leaking out of her asshole. I caressed it up, the salty flavor tasting a little earthy. I shuddered and went back to munching on her tangy snatch. I flicked through Mrs. Thompson's taboo folds, enjoying feasting on her married cunt.

“Mmm, that's it,” cooed Mrs. Thompson. “Suck on my little futanari's big futa-dick, sweetheart. Polish her clean.”

My hot roommate moaned her agreement. She sounded like she was having a fun time polishing my pole. She worked her mouth up and down my girl-dick, suckling with all her might on me. It was an incredible delight.

My roommate hummed around my cunt as I licked at Mrs. Thompson's thick folds. I thrust my tongue into her pussy, watching more of the pearly cum dripping out of her asshole and running to her bush. I swirled around in Mrs. Thompson. She moaned, her brown hair swaying around her shoulders.

“My little futanari,” she purred.

I loved hearing that sound as I tongued her. I licked at her. Lapped at her. She trembled as I did. It was so much fun to enjoy her like this. She had such a yummy pussy. I flicked my tongue through her folds. She groaned as I did that.

“Oh, yes, yes, that's it,” she moaned. “Oh, my, that's so good. You're going to make me cum!”

I would make her cum so hard.

I licked her clit now as my sexy roommate suckled at my futa-dick. The pressure grew and grew. The need to burst rose in me. I was so ready to just burst. My eyes rolled back in my head as she polished my futa-pole. My ovaries brimmed with the need to erupt.

I nursed on Mrs. Thompson's clit. She moaned, her butt-cheeks clenching before my face. She rubbed her furred muff against my lips. Her curls tickled me. I licked at her, wanting to just drown in her forbidden pussy cream. She tasted so good.

“Oh, my little futanari is such a good pussy licker,” she gasped. “Such a natural. Oh, my, yes!”

Mrs. Thompson's tart juices gushed out and bathed my lips.

I drowned in Mrs. Thompson's forbidden pussy cream. My futa-dick twitched in my roommate's warm mouth. She bobbed her head, her tongue dancing around my clit-rod. The pressure swelled in my ovaries as I tongued up Mrs. Thompson's delicious juices.

“Oh, Theresa!” I gasped out. “Yes!”

I erupted.

My cum spurted into her mouth. The pleasure slammed through me. Stars flashed across my vision. It was so good to have all that ecstasy washing through me. I groaned through so much rapture. The delight blazed in my mind.

I bucked on the bed, my heart hammering in my chest. This heat washed through me. I enjoyed every last second of this bliss. It was perfect. Just wonderful to have it all drowning my thoughts while Mrs. Thompson smothered me in her furred muff.

My roommate gulped down my cum. She swallowed all my cum, my pussy writhing. The pleasure slammed into my mind one last time. I gasped out as I fired that final spurt of futa-jizz into my roommate's mouth. I whimpered into Mrs. Thompson's yummy snatch.

Mrs. Thompson shuddered on and crawled off. She snuggled up to me. I loved the feel of her soft boobs pressing into my side. My roommate crawled up my body and planted her mouth on mine. I shuddered as she shared my salty cum with me.

“Isn't that so beautiful,” purred Mrs. Thompson as I made out with my hot roommate.

We swapped the cum back and forth. We passed it from mouth to mouth while quivering with our excitement. I felt sleep pressing down on me. It was time for us to pass out. That would be so nice. I shuddered, loving this moment. Our tongues danced together.

She was such a sexy roommate. I was so glad to make out with her. Mrs. Thompson held us both and...

I found myself falling into sleep. I sighed and drifted from a naughty dream into tamer ones where I didn't have a big dick. Where I was just a normal girl. They flowed together, blending from one strange scenario to another.

*

Alanna March

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I woke up alone. I slapped my phone and shook my head. Tuesday morning. More school. I was in my PJs, of course, but that dream was so vivid. I remembered nothing before or after. I knew I had other dreams, but...

All I could think about was the threesome with my landlady and naughty roommate. How I took Theresa's virginity. I rolled out of bed, shaking my head. I gathered my fresh clothes and opened the door. She was just coming out of the shower.

“Hey,” she said and yawned, her hair damp and smelling fresh from the shower.

“Uh, hey,” I said. “Um, sleep well.”

“Like a log,” she said and started to head down when she paused. She studied me, her blue eyes narrowing. “Why? Is something wrong?”

“Wrong?” I asked and gave a half-hearted laugh. “Why would there be something wrong? I just...” I leaned in close. “Are you a virgin?”

She blushed to her roots. “Yes. Why, does Mrs. Thompson think I'm not? I know she's on my ass about my boyfriend, but I don't let him do more than some groping. I'm not so lost as she thinks I am. I do believe in God. She's worried over nothing. You tell her that.”

“Right,” I said as my roommate slammed the door behind her. She really was a virgin. I never would have imagined. She really seemed like she was fucking her boyfriend. I glanced down the hallway at Mrs. Thompson arching an eyebrow at me.

“What was that about?” she asked, dressed in her pencil skirt and a nice, lilac blouse, her brown hair falling in glossy waves to her shoulders. “You two fighting again?”

“No, Mrs. Thompson,” I said, flashing her a smile. “Just... how did you sleep last night.”

“Fine, fine,” said Mrs. Thompson as she walked by, a smile on her face. “I had a pleasant dream.”

“Oh?” My heart clenched in my chest. “About?”

She winked at me and headed down the stairs. I shuddered. What did that mean? No, no, it couldn't be real, right? I glanced at my bed. I stared at it. Shouldn't there be stains if it was? Or shouldn't it smell like sex? I breathed in and...

Was there something faint in here? An odor of passion? I shuddered, not sure if I wanted an answer to that. I darted for the bathroom. I slammed the door shut and stripped naked. The tart aroma of my pussy filled the air.

I slid my fingers down to my bush. I rubbed at my clit. I shuddered at that sensation. I stroked myself, sucking in a deep breath. I turned on the shower, still rubbing my bud. I stepped into the warm spray and imagined it growing.

Swelling from my crotch. Growing thicker. Longer.

Becoming a cock.

I could see it in my mind's eye as I frigged myself. I whimpered, the spray washing over my round breasts. My heart pounded in my chest as I wanted this so badly. It had to happen. I had to grow a clit-dick. It had to be true. I wanted to be true, but...

As good as it felt to masturbate my clit, nothing was happening. It wasn't growing at all. I shuddered, still rubbing myself. The pleasure was so good. The shower spray was so warm on my body. I whimpered in delight.

I rubbed my cuntlips, savoring the feel of sliding up and down my virgin folds. I brushed my hymen, remembering my girl-dick popping my roommate's cherry. That wild heat washed through me. I gasped in delight at that bliss.

It was so good to rub myself like that.

I worked faster and faster, the spray spilling over my breasts. My nipples throbbed. I whimpered, wanting my girl-dick to grow. To become a futanari, but... but... nothing was happening except the pleasure. I just...

Exploded.

“Mommy!” I whimpered, my pussy convulsing.

Juices gushed down my thighs as the waves of rapture swept through me. I groaned through such delight, enjoying this ecstatic warmth. It was so wonderful to have it washing through me. I quivered through every last second of it. I was so glad for it.

I was just so happy to have all this ecstasy sweeping through my body. The heat washed through my body. I quivered with all my might. I was so excited to have all that rapture drowning my thoughts. It was amazing to quiver through such wanton delight.

I loved every second of all that bliss sweeping through me. It was just a beautiful thing. My eyes rolled back in my head as I hit the peak. I shuddered, burying my head beneath the spray. It matted my blonde curls to my sides.

“Oh, wow,” I groaned. “Oh, wow, that's so good.”

I pulled my fingers from between my thighs and licked them. A wave of heat rushed through me as I cleaned them. I felt so good. I nursed on them as I remembered how good Mrs. Thompson tasted. Did she taste that good in the real world?

Then I shuddered as the sin fell on me. What was I doing? Why was I letting those wild dreams about being a futanari fall on me? I wasn't one. I just proved it. Mrs. Thompson and my roommate didn't remember anything about them.

I finished showering, the hot water barely keeping up by now. I jumped out and dried off. I darted into my room and dressed. I rushed down the stairs. Mrs. Thompson was already gone. Mr. Thompson was heading out the door. My roommate gave me a strange look.

“Long shower?” she asked.

I blushed. “Um, you didn't have any weird dreams with me, did you?”

She furrowed her brow. “What a bizarre thing to ask. No, I had no weird dreams about you. Come on, we have to go.”

I smeared jam on toast and followed her out the door, my mind full of futanari. I wanted to search for it on my phone. That idea burned in my mind. I glanced at my roommate walking ahead of me. She was scrolling on her phone. I pulled mine out and googled, “Futanari.”

I gasped as the pictures came up. They were all anime, but... They had such big dicks. Veiny cocks thrusting from the folds of the futas. Sometimes they had balls, sometimes not. I just scrolled down and down, my pussy on fire.

They were so...

Intriguing.

Sinful but exotic. I couldn't help but lust of them. My heart pounded at this sight. I wanted to just do wicked things to them. I wanted to be a futanari for real and not just in my dreams. They had to be real. That it wasn't just dreams.

I reached school and my mind was full of dicks. I walked in a daze with Erica to our first class, Ms. Taylor's math class. We were nearly late. The lesson was just starting as I sat. I wanted to pay attention, but I burned to stare at my phone. Futanari filled my mind all day.

I was so wet at school, hardly paying attention to anything. I just wanted to look at pics of futanari. They burned in my mind. Dickgirls danced through my thoughts. Spurting cum on other girls. Big titties heaving. They were... exotic.

Intoxicating.

I wanted to be one in reality more and more. It was consuming me. This awful sin that I could not escape. This devouring desire of the flesh burned through me. I hardly remembered the day passing as I resisted and resisted and resisted the urge to look at the images I knew were on my phone.

When the day was over, Erica appeared. “Hey. Want to hang out.”

“Sorry!” I blurted out, staring at my friend. She was a cute thing with her round breasts shown off by her crop top. What would her coffee-brown boobies look like bouncing on my cock? Would she be in my dreams? “I have to go! Things to do at home!”

“Oh, we can go there,” she said.

“No!” I blurted out and felt so ashamed for the hurt on her face. “Sorry, I just... I have some things to take care of. It's personal. Sorry.”

“Well, what?” she asked, but I was already fleeing. This perversion had consumed me so utterly. Enslaved me with little effort. I couldn't believe how fast the idea of futanari had taken me over. My pussy was so wet.

But no one could know.

Erica already knew too much.

I ran home. Theresa wouldn't be home, nor would Mr. Thompson. Mrs. Thompson would have meetings after school with the various faculty. She never got home before five. Sometimes later. So I raced face. I hurried down the street. I had plenty of time to look it up.

I burst into the house and raced up the stairs. I burst into my room and didn't even bother getting naked. I just unsnapped my jeans and shoved my hands inside before I even fell on my bed. I groaned, rubbing at my wet, virgin pussy.

I grabbed my phone and searched for “Futanari Porn.”

There were clips on PornHub.

My eyes widened as I clicked on the first. It was anime. A girl who grew a huge dick. Then she fucked another. I just stared at that massive cock. So obscene to see it on a girl with bouncing tits. They heaved as she fucked the other girl. They were moaning in Japanese with subtitles.

I just watched that cock, my fingers rubbing up and down my folds. My toes curled as I enjoyed that wicked touch. My heart pounded in my chest. I had been eighteen for months, and I had never watched any porn, but now...

Now I watched those dickgirls.

They were often called that. “Dickgirl fucks blonde slut,” and titles like that.

They were short clips. A minute or two long. I found another. And another. I watched them cum. Firing jizz into a woman's pussy. The animation showed this X-ray view of the girl's pussy and womb being filled with the futanari's seed.

Just like I did with Mrs. Thompson and Theresa.

I rubbed up and down my slit, the pleasure rippled through me. It built already. I felt so good. This was just such an incredible moment. I couldn't wait to burst in orgasmic delight. I shuddered, my fingers flying up and down my pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered. “That's so good. Ooh, that's amazing!”

I rubbed my clit in fast circles. I savored that pleasure building and building in me. I would have a huge climax. My toes ruled with the delight of this moment. It was so good to have my digits dancing over my bud.

“Fuck her,” I moaned, watching that hot delight. “Just fuck her hard... Yes!”

I came.

My body bucked on the bed. My legs trembled, my eyes rolling back in my head. It was so good to have that pleasure rushing through me. I drenched my fingers with my pussy cream. I savored this wonderful delight washing through me. It was just glorious to have it all drowning my mind.

I loved that heat. I savored that joy. It was a beautiful rapture. The clip kept playing. The redheaded futa fucked the purple-haired futa. She stroked the other's clit-dick as I massaged my bud. I kept masturbating through my orgasm.

I wanted more pleasure.

I didn't want to stop watching the wicked sight on the screen. It was so hot to see that sexy sight. My entire body quivered with the delight of this moment. The futas both climaxed, spurting cum into the air or into that pussy.

Then it was a blue-haired and busty girl giving the futa a titty fuck. It was so hot to watch, the dickgirl squirming. She didn't seem willing. She wore a nun's habit. She was innocent but cursed with a futa-cock.

“Yes!” I moaned, another orgasm building and building in me. “It was so incredible. Oh, my, that's it!”

I came again, the futa squealing as she spurted her cum onto the busty girl's face. My bed creaked when a knock came at my door. I gasped and ripped my hand out of my pants as it opened. I fumbled to pause the video, smearing cream on my screen. The gasps panted.

“What are you watching in here?” Mrs. Thompson asked as she stared at me. Her eyes narrowed. My cheeks burned. I was flushed and out of breath. The tart aroma of my pussy filled the air. Mrs. Thompson's gaze fell on my unbuttoned pants. “I see.”

“Mrs. Thompson!” I gasped as she marched into the room and snagged my phone. The video was paused. She hit play.

Her eyes widened.

Shame pressed down on me. Her eyebrows narrowed, her forehead furrowing. She hit stop and thrust my phone back at me. “I won't allow that debauchery beneath my roof,” she said. “You're not my daughter, so I can't forbid it, but if I catch you again... I won't have this filth under my roof. Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes, Mrs. Thompson,” I whimpered.

She spun out of the room and marched off. I felt so ashamed. I wanted to melt away. She marched down the stairs. I had to apologize to her. Ask her for help. I rolled out of bed and headed to the door. My pants started to fall off. I buttoned them.

I reached the stairs and started to creep down them when I heard her speaking. “You won't believe what it was, Kendra.”

I froze. Mrs. Thompson was talking to the preacher's wife? I heard the response—Mrs. Thompson was on speaker phone—but not loud enough to understand it.

“Girls with... with... penises! It was disgusting. I don't know what to do about it. I need some advice. Can I come over?” The preacher's wife must have said yes because Mrs. Thompson said, “I'll be over in a few minutes.”

She marched out the door. Embarrassment fled through me. I ran back upstairs. Mrs. Thompson didn't come home for a while. When she did, she had calmed down. She even hugged me. I felt like I wasn't in trouble.

“I won't do it again,” I said.

“I know, I know,” she said. “These days... I just never seen anything like that. I never even imagined it. Just... You have to fight against it, okay?”

“Yes, Mrs. Thompson,” I said.

She kissed my brow. “Now, get your homework done.”

“Yes, Mrs. Thompson,” I said and headed upstairs.

*

Alanna March – Night 5

“Mmm, that's so good,” my landlady moaned, pulling me out of the darkness.

“Yes, yes, yes, Wilma,” moaned another voice. “I love your pussy. Ooh, that's so delicious.”

I felt movement beside me. I heard wet sounds. Moaning. I breathed in the musk of pussies. Tangy and sweet. The former was my landlady's, but the latter... I sat up to see my landlady was on top of another woman. They were...

Sixty-nining in my bed, Mrs. Thompson moaning, “Oh, Kendra, eat me!”

It was the preacher's wife in bed with Mrs. Thompson. I shuddered, betting my subconscious had dreamed her up after hearing Mrs. Thompson and her talk with such disgust about futanari. Now they were here eating pussy while I had such a hard girl-dick.

“Oh, yes, yes,” whimpered the preacher's wife. “Wilma! Your pussy always tastes so good!”

“So does yours, Kendra!” Mrs. Thompson groaned as they trembled together. They were cumming. My futa-dick was so hard now. I shuddered, smiling at them quivering together. This was so hot. I was so happy to be here to see it. I licked my lips, watching them trembling together.

Then they broke apart. Mrs. Thompson sat up. So did Mrs. Wilson. She had big boobs, too, with black hair that fell around her face. my landlady's pussy cream gleamed on her lips. I grinned at them, embracing these wild dreams. They were so real and so impossible. I could live with that.

Mrs. Thompson threw her arms around me, purring, “My little futanari.”

She kissed me, her lips stained in the preacher's wife's delicious cream. I enjoyed the sweet taste of Mrs. Wilson's twat. Mrs. Thompson kissed me with such passion, her big breasts pressing against mine. Mrs. Wilson watched, this wild look in her eyes.

I broke the kiss with Mrs. Thompson and Mrs. Wilson was next. She planted her lips on mine, her soft breasts piling into my round tits. The tangy flavor of Mrs. Thompson's cum was so good on the preacher's wife's lips. I was in heaven here, my futa-dick throbbing.

I broke the kiss with Mrs. Wilson and slipped off the bed. My girl-dick thrust out before me twitching with my excitement. I glanced down at it, grinning at the pair of them. I stood there, as they stared at it.

“Isn't my little futanari impressive?” cooed Mrs. Thompson.

“Oh, my, yes,” purred Mrs. Wilson. “I can't believe how big and thick that is. She's throbbing in such a delicious way, too.”

“Why don't you two suckle on it together,” I suggested. I had seen that in one of the depraved clips.

“My, my, you're growing so bold, my little futanari,” Mrs. Thompson said and climbed off the bed. “Shall we, Kendra.”

“Oh, yes,” Mrs. Wilson groaned and joined Mrs. Thompson kneeling before me.

The two women leaned in together, Mrs. Thompson gripping the base of my girl-dick. They kissed the tip of my cock. Their tongues danced around my spongy crown. Pleasure shuddered down my futa-dick to my pussy. I loved it.

Their lips nibbled on the sides of my cock. They both swept their tongues over it. I groaned, enjoying what they did to me. My heart pounded in my chest. This was so insane. I shuddered, my cunt clenching as they loved me.

Then Mrs. Wilson swallowed my girl-dick.

“That's it,” cooed Mrs. Thompson. “Suck on my little futanari's big dick.”

Mrs. Wilson moaned around my cock. She stared up at me and winked as she loved me. The preacher's wife was doing something so sinful. I knew it wasn't real, that this was just a dream, but it was still so wild. So hot.

She suckled on me with passion, Mrs. Thompson squirming there. Her brown hair draped around her face as she watched on, her hazel eyes burning with lust. The preacher's wife worked her mouth up and down my cock. She loved me.

“Share,” cooed Mrs. Thompson.

Mrs. Wilson popped her mouth off and purred, “Sorry, Wilma, I got carried away.”

Mrs. Thompson just smiled before swallowing my clit-dick. She suckled on me with her motherly passion. I groaned, loving having the MILF nursing on me. It was so hot. My cunt clenched, the heat building in my depths.

It was just a glorious moment. My entire body quivered, the need to cum building and building with Mrs. Thompson's every suckle. She swirled her tongue around the crown of my cock. I groaned, a big smile spreading on my face.

It was just so hot to be here right now. Just so wonderful to enjoy this delight.

“Mrs. Thompson,” I groaned. “Share with the preacher's wife!”

“Yes,” purred Mrs. Wilson. “Now you're getting carried away.”

Mrs. Thompson ripped her mouth off my dick and cooed, “I am! I just love my little futanari!”

Mrs. Wilson swallowed my cock. I loved her mouth sliding over my dick. It was so hot to have her sucking on me. She nursed, my virgin pussy clenching. The delight reached through me to my ovaries brimming with my jizz.

Then Mrs. Wilson ripped her mouth off and Mrs. Thompson took over. I groaned as one MILF suckled my cock then another. My pussy clenched as Mrs. Thompson slid her taboo tongue around it. It was so hot to have her delicious warmth melting down my shaft.

“Mommy!” I moaned.

“Mmm, that's so hot,” Mrs. Wilson moaned. “So wrong. She's cheating on her husband with you!”

Mrs. Thompson ripped her mouth off my dick and moaned, “You're cheating on your husband, too!”

“I am!” Mrs. Wilson moaned and engulfed my cock.

I was cuckolding both my landlord and my preacher. That was so wild. I shuddered, my futa-dick throbbing in Mrs. Wilson's mouth. She swirled her tongue around my dick. She drove me wild. I loved what she did to me.

Mrs. Thompson took back over.

They traded me back and forth. One than the other, both of them suckling on me. They stared up at me like the sluts in the porno did on the futanari. I was that futa now. I was so lucky. I enjoyed every second of this delight.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

I hurtled closer and closer. The pressure in my ovaries tightened. The ache built and built at the tip of my cock. I rushed toward that bursting point. I would have a huge climax. Just a mighty burst of cum. This was it.

“I have to cum on your faces!” I moaned as Mrs. Thompson worked her mouth up and down my cock. Just like in the clip. “Please, please, let me cum on your faces!”

Mrs. Thompson ripped her mouth off my futa-dick and gasped out, “Yes, yes, jizz on me, my little futanari! Cum all over my face!”

“Yes, yes, drench us,” Mrs. Wilson moaned as Mrs. Thompson's hand flew up and down my girl-dick.

The pressure burst at the tip of my cock. I gasped, my girl-cum drenching their faces. I groaned, shuddering through the bliss as I spurted over and over onto their faces. It was so good to have that ecstasy washing through me.

Stars flashed across my vision as I dumped my load onto her face. I shuddered through such amazing bliss. I painted their faces in my cum. They thrust out their tongues to catch my spunk on them. I soaked the preacher's wife and my landlady's features.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, erupting again and again on the two MILFs.

They squealed in delight as I showered them in spunk. It was so incredible to hose them down. My pussy convulsed, my juices gushing down my thighs. I shuddered, Mrs. Thompson stroking my dick as I painted their features in my spunk.

Ropy lines of my pearly girl-jizz splashed across their foreheads. Rivulets of futa-spunk ran down their noses to their lips. They groaned as they caught more of my jizz on their tongues. They trembled as I erupted one more time.

“Oh, my,” groaned Mrs. Wilson. “That's the most depraved thing I have ever done.”

“Yes!” Mrs. Thompson groaned. “Now we have to lick each other clean.”

“Yes,” I purred in delight as I watched the two women lick my cum off each other's faces.

This was such a wild dream. I was so glad to be having it right now. I was just in heaven as they stroked their tongues over each other's faces. They gathered up all my spunk and kissed. They shared the spunk like they had been lovers forever.

This was such an amazing dream.

What would I do to them next?

I couldn't wait to find out.

To be continued...

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