Diary of a Futa (part4)

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I hope you enjoy the newest installment in what is becoming the “Diary of a Futa” series.   What!?  This is your first time seeing DoaF?  Well, you’d better get caught up!  Part 1, part 2, part 3.  And now, on with the story:

“Oh gosh! I’m so sorry!” I frantically rummaged in my backpack for a tissue and handed the pack to Laura.

It hadn’t taken long: as soon as Laura had started sucking my cock, pausing every few moments to teasingly lick up and down the shaft, I had felt like I was going to lose my mind. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t talk, all I could do was lean back in my chair and moan every so often – I was totally lost in the amazing sensations that her hot, wet mouth was producing.

After a few moments Laura had popped my cock out of her mouth, stroking my shaft tightly with her fist she asked” are you ready to cum?”

“Yes,” I gasped weakly, barely able to concentrate on her question. She grinned and dove onto my cock once again. Catching me by surprise, Laura reached into my panties and deftly rammed her fingers into my dripping wet and over-excited pussy. That, combined with the feeling of her hot, wet mouth sucking my cock, put me right over the edge – I think I screamed out loud as I came, hard.

Panting as I recovered, I looked down to see that Laura was a bit of a mess. My cum had splashed all over her cheeks, her lips, and had dripped down over her exposed cleavage- hence my search for the tissues.

Laura took the tissues from me and grinned. “So,” I asked sheepishly, ” did… did it taste the same?”

Instead of answering, Laura stood, rubbing her body over mine as she slowly rose.  My softening cock rubbed along her stomach and our breasts pressed together as she brought us nose to nose.

She leaned in and kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her back and realized why she hadn’t said anything yet: she had filled her mouth with as much of my cum as she could, before having to let the rest spill onto her face and chest.

After a few moments, she pulled away and asked, “well, what do you think?”

My head was swimming but I managed to answer, “it doesn’t quite taste the same as my pussy juices, does it?”

“Yeah… but it also didn’t taste like a guy’s cum – no bitter aftertaste. Here, try some more.” She giggled and stood, pressing her breasts into my face.

As she stood, I realized that the spot on my thigh where she had been perching was now wet. Turnabout is, of course, fair play and so I quickly slid my own hand into her panties – “Laura, you’re drenched!”

She blushed and tweaked my nipple through my bra, “I can’t help it, I always get super turned on when I give a blowjob.”  She reached her hand back to slide her fingers back into my own sopping wet pussy, pressing the heel of her hand against the base of my recovering shaft.

I glanced around the room: our notes were still all over the table, Laura was still a bit of a mess, and the room was going to expire soon – a new group of students could be banging on the door and peering through the little window at any moment. “Why don’t we go somewhere more comfortable and private,” I suggested.

“Good idea,” she giggled and tweaked my nipples again, making me gasp, “I forgot you were such a screamer.”

I did my best to tuck my cock under the waistband of my skirt while Laura mopped the last of my cum off her body before we packed up our stuff and headed down to return our room key. I live closer to campus, so we linked arms, like any other pair of best girl friends, and tried to look casual as we made a bee-line to my place.

“Laura,” I whispered as we walked, “I thought you told me you could deep throat?”

“I can, but your cock was just too big! I felt like I could barely fit it in my mouth!”

I must have had a shocked look on my face because Laura laughed and said, “don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll get it to fit elsewhere just fine.” We both burst out laughing and resisted breaking into a run.

Tom discretely did his best to clean up the strings of cum stuck to the bottom of his desk. He ran his other hand through his hair, still trying to decide if what he had seen was for real or if it had just been the product of his overactive imagination combined will too many late nights surfing for Futa hentai.

Not many people knew that if you sat in just the right spot in one of the two study rooms on the sixth floor, you could get a pretty good view through the window of the other room. Tom liked to sit there because people-watching always made a nice study break.

He had seen some pretty funny stuff in the past: skit rehearsals, vandals, arguments, even the odd frantic make-out session, but never this.

His heart was still racing. He hadn’t thought anything when he’d first seen those two girls go into the other study room, except that they were both cute and one looked like she had particularly nice tits. But when he had glanced across at them a little later, he’d practically had to pick his jaw up off the floor! One girl (the one with bigger boobs), was standing behind the other, reaching over her shoulder to stroke… her cock!?! Tom had pressed his face against the glass, trying to figure out if what he was seeing was for real or not.

The girl with the cock sure looked like it was for real; she had her eyes closed and must have been moaning like crazy. He had felt is own cock stiffen in his pants as the girl with big tits had knelt between the thighs of the girl with the cock and slipped it into her mouth…

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