the s spot

Since you have all been so good, I’ve decided to post another chapter from Diary of a Futa! Enjoy!
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“Neuropsychological test results are not often specific to CNS impairment and can instead reflect….“

Okay, just a few more minutes and class will be done, I thought to myself .

I couldn’t believe that I had made it through lecture without incident. I was working really hard (if you’ll forgive the pun), trying to focus on taking notes and not letting myself get distracted by my cock. It really didn’t help that I couldn’t stop checking out my best friend Laura.

I don’t know if it was something to do with the not-so-little addition between my thighs, but I was finding her knee touching mine and the view of her cleavage over her shoulder particularly distracting today. I had to keep pinching my arm, to help keep me from getting hard.

We’d been friends for a long time and, sure we’d fooled around a little together in the past, but always with plenty of alcoholic lubrication – it’s not like we had a romantic history or whatever, we’ve just been best friends for a long time.

I tore my thoughts away from our past drunken experimentations just in time to make a note of the assignment due for class next week. Lecture was finally over and I was ready to rush home and hopefully get some work done – after, of course, making sure that my new cock was satisfied enough to let me concentrate in peace.

I gathered together my notes and pens and dropped them into my backpack, pinching myself a few more times to make sure that my cock would stay tucked tightly into my panties until I could get it home. I was really starting to understand men’s complaints about inappropriate erections – it is much easier not having to think about your genitalia announcing your state of arousal to the world.

“Hey, you’re done for the day now, right?” asked Laura

“Yup, I think I’m going to go home and get started on this assignment” after wanking myself into my oblivion – I added silently in my head.

“Well, why we don’t we grab a private study room at the library and work on this together? You’re more familiar with the testing protocols and I know more about the disorders – so we can help each other.”

Her idea did make sense and I honestly couldn’t think of a reason not to agree – though perhaps that was because I was distracted by her lips and couldn’t help wondering how they might feel wrapped around my cock. I had tried sucking myself earlier, just to see what it felt like, but hadn’t been able to get more than a few inches into my own mouth. I had remembered during lecture how Laura used to brag about being able to deep-throat and I had become a little obsessed with wondering what that would feel like.

I felt my cock twitch a little in my panties – ugh shake it off, I told myself.

The library was crowded, so we ended up being assigned to a study room on the 6th floor. There were only two study rooms on that floor and the microfiche stacks between them, so it was the most deserted and quietest floor of the library.

We closed the door behind us, sat down opposite each other, and spread out our notes and text books on the table between us. We worked well on our assignment for about an hour; I tried not to stare down her top (too much) and we got quite a lot done.

Then Laura had a question about a diagram. She got up to lean over my shoulder and point out the particular part that she didn’t understand. My head felt thick and hot; all morning I had been battling my heightened state of arousal and now, with Laura pressing her breasts against my shoulders, I was starting to really lose it.

First, I felt my face flush as I started to explain the diagram to her. Then, I felt my nipples harden and rub gently against my bra as I shifted to grab a pencil to draw an arrow on the diagram. I felt my labia swell and begin to ache and I tried, I really did try, to ignore feeling the rush of blood flowing into my cock, making it swell and inflate. As if ignoring this would have prevented what happened next.

“What’s that?” Laura had glanced down and spotted a bulge under my skirt as I wrapped up my explanation.

My mind wouldn’t work fast enough to come up with an explanation – “whats, what?” I asked stupidly.

“That,” she poked the bulge and I groaned inwardly. I could see a tiny spot on pre-cum that had soaked through my skirt where she had poked the head of my cock.

“Okay seriously, what is …” she broke off as she twitched back my skirt and saw my cock, now fully erect and sticking right out of my panties.

“What The Fuck!” she shouted, backing away, “is that real?!”

“Yes, I’m pretty sure it’s real,” I replied miserably.

“Well where the heck did it come from, I happen to know for a fact that you haven’t always had a dick in your pants.”

“It was that purple stuff we got in China Town on the weekend!” I blurted out the whole story about how I had wanted to try it out, but had used to much and had woken up with a huge cock sprouting above my pussy.

Laura was curious, “so, can I touch it?”

“What?!”

“C’mon, please?” She couldn’t take her eyes off of it and my cock pulsed eagerly.

“Oh alright, but be careful.”

Laura giggled and leaned over next to my chair. She reached out and ran her fingers lightly down the shaft, I moaned softly and she giggled as my cock visibly throbbed. “Wow, it’s pretty sensitive – that’s really hot.”

She reached out again and this time gripped my cock harder as she slid her hand down it – but she didn’t stop there, when she reached the base of my shaft she opened her hand and slid her fingers into my panties and over my dripping wet pussy.

“Hey!”

“Oops, sorry – force of habit. It’s kinda weird how there aren’t any balls.”

“I hadn’t really thought about it”

Laura’s fingers were now coated in my juices; my pussy was just was wet as my cock was hard. She thoughtfully licked my juices off her fingers and then swooped down to lick off the slowly growing bead of pre-cum forming on the head of my cock.

“Hey, they taste the same! That’s crazy!” she exclaimed. “Did you try… you know… jerking off yet?”

“Yes,” I blushed, thinking of the cum soaked sheets in my laundry hamper.

She giggled, “That’s hot. So does your cum taste the same as your pussy too?”

“I don’t know – I forgot to check.”

“Well, I guess you were busy with other things,” she giggled again. Suddenly, she swooped down and took the head of my cock in her mouth – it was hot and wet in there and made my cock feel like it wanted to explode!

“Wait, what are you doing?!” I protested weakly.

She audibly popped my cock out of her mouth, “trying to find out silly. I want to know, so just sit back and relax.”

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