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Diary of a Futa (part 9)

Shay — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 04:14:13 +0000

I couldn’t let you go all summer without getting a little DoaF love!
Welcome to Chapter 9 folks, I hope you will enjoy it!
If it’s been a while, you’ll probably want to go back and re-read Chapter 7 and the Bonus Chapter.

If it’s REALLY been a while I suggest going back to chapter 3 or chapter 5;
and if you’re new here, you should really read from Chapter One!

All caught up?
Great!
I hope you enjoy this new chapter – let me know what you think in the comment section below.
^_^
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I stood there in stunned silence for a moment. “Laura, did you use the purple liquid while I was out?” I asked, feeling a little betrayed.

“No! I just woke up like this. I woke up, noticed you were gone, and then found THIS between my legs.”

Marny kept looking back and forth between us, like someone watching a tennis match – though in our case, I guess, there were no balls. “Does that mean you don’t have a dick anymore?” Marny asked me.

I silently unzipped my fly and let my semi-hard cock flop out; Marny’s eyes widened. I moved further into my room, my cock bobbing gently ahead of me; Marny couldn’t take her eyes off of it. Realizing that made my cock pulse and harden a little more. Laura was watching it too and then she looked up, grinning at me.

“Do you wanna compare?” she asked, grinning like a Cheshire cat, “I wanna see whose is bigger!”

“Uh sure, if you want.” We’d gone through a phase like this when we were just starting puberty together – constantly comparing to see whose breasts were coming in faster and were growing bigger. Laura’s may have beaten mine in the size department, but that never really mattered to either of us in the end, it had been all about the comparisons at the time.

Now that she’d brought it up, I figured that I wouldn’t mind comparing my cock with hers – glancing over, I had a feeling that mine would at least be thicker.

“Oh goodie,” squealed Marny, surprisingly eager, “I’ll get a ruler!” She sprang up and rummaged around in my desk drawer for a moment, coming back triumphantly with a tape measure. “Now take off your stuff so we can get a good look at you.”

Vaguely amused and aroused, I obligingly stripped off my pants and T-shirt, leaving my bra on. Laura and I stood side by side, with Marny on her knees in front of us, tape measure in hand. Talk about a surreal experience! I never ever would have thought that I’d be standing next to my best friend with my roommate kneeling between us to measure our penis size, all three of us practically giddy with arousal!

“Wait! Before you measure, I want to make sure I’m the hardest I can be!”

“Well, how are you gonna do that Laura?” I asked.

“Suck my dick.”

“What?!”

“C’mon, I did yours and Marny did mine, it’s only fair!”

“Fine, I guess you’ve got a point.” I grudgingly got to my knees and examined Laura’s new appendage. It was dark pink at the head, the shade kinda reminded me of her pussy lips when I had been eating her out earlier. It smelled like her pussy too, lightly musky and sweet. I felt my own cock throb a little, it was fully hard again.

With one hand I held her cock steady and I slowly took it into my mouth. As I worked on her cock, I slid my other hand down my own shaft and dipped my fingers into my pussy, using my own juices to lubricate my hand and started jerking myself off. At the edge of my consciousness I could hear Laura start to groan softly as she gently thrust her cock towards my mouth, trying to get me to take it deeper.

“Okay, that should be enough!” shouted Marny, snapping us out of our sexual reverie. “C’mon you guys, I thought you wanted to do this measuring thing,” she continued, holding up the tape measure. I noticed she looked a little flushed; I bet Marny had been worried about being left out if we started fucking each other again.

In the time we’d been living together Marny and I had generally gotten along really well; we spent a lot of time hanging out together and shared a lot of mutual friends, but we’d never really been as close as Laura and I. Certainly we’d never crossed any lines – though there was that time last year when I’d overheard the guy she’d been seeing fucking her in the shower. I’d felt a little guilty, but his grunting and her moaning had sounded so hot that I’d had to go to my room and masturbate. Every time I’d had sex in our place since then I couldn’t help wondering if she was hearing me and getting turned on too.

Dutifully Laura and I stood side-by-side, with Marny kneeling between us with the tape measure. Marny measured mine first, but I guess it was harder that we thought it would be to line up the tape measure along the underside of my shaft.

“You’re getting the tape measure all sticky Marny!”

“Well I can’t help it, your dick is all sticky!”

“Well clean it off for her then,” giggled Laura.

“Fine!” and before I could say anything, my cock was plunged into Marny’s mouth. She gently sucked it as deep as she could and then popped it out of her mouth to flick her tongue back and forth down the entire length of my shaft. I leaned my head back and moaned.

“Whoa whoa there, I think she’s clean enough now,” interrupted Laura, now getting a little flustered herself.

“Aw are you getting jealous?” teased Marny, eying Laura from the other side of my cock. She shifted towards Laura and grabbed her cock too; Laura let out a low groan. Marny shifted some more and took Laura’s cock in her mouth; but after a few bobs, and before I could protest, she was back at my cock, sucking and licking my cock-head. I can’t be sure how many moments this went on for, but before long I had to speak up.

“Marny, I can’t take it! We’re going to have to figure something else out, because I can’t stand it when you’re sucking Laura instead of me!”

Marny just grinned and started shimmying out of her shorts…

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Diary of a Futa – Marny’s Journal

Shay — Fri, 17 Apr 2009 17:30:42 +0000

Hey, lucky you! I happened to come across this random page in my notes; it’s not from the “Diary of a Futa“, but looks like it was ripped out of some other journal… interesting, let’s have a look shall we?

[NOTE: This section won't make as much sense unless you've read chapter seven already, though you might even want to go back to chapter five or one to refresh your memory.]
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It’s not like I can’t do math, but stats are like extra confusing math. So I was really glad to be living with a roommate who was good at stats and who had friends who are good at it too. For this particular project I was definitely going to need help understanding the regression analysis.

After checking my e-mail (facebook notifications, an e-mail from mom reminding me to call my aunt for her birthday, and spam – no I do NOT need info on making my penis bigger lulz) I went in to see if Laura would mind helping me figure out my regression analysis if I promised to bake cookies or something in payment.

At first I thought she was still napping, Laura was laying on my roomate’s bed facing the wall; but then I noticed her moving slightly, and I thought I heard her saying something softly. I figured she was probably talking on her cell or something, so when she went quiet again I said, “Hey Laura, get up, I need your help with thi——

I never got to finish that sentence. Laura wasn’t sleeping and hadn’t been talking on the phone, when she heard my voice she turned around quickly with a shocked look on her face and a stream of… something arced across the bed. If I had been drinking something I would have done a spit-take, the stream was coming from her DICK!

Yeah

I know

I’ve you’ve been following, you know that I’ve hung out with Laura before, in situations where it would have been impossible for her to hide a dick: we’ve been to the beach in teeny tiny bikinis, we’ve grinded together at clubs (like all girl friends do obvi), and we’ve changed together in the change-room at the gym. I am confident that I would KNOW if ANY of my girl friends had a DICK. So, let’s just say that I was a little confused.

“OhMyGod, I’m SO sorry,” Laura was already standing up, wraping the bedsheets around her. I thought surely I had been mistaken; like I said above, I know Laura well and she’s all woman.

“That’s okay,” I said, feeling my reality shifting back to normal, “what was that anyway?” Some of whatever it was had landed on my cheek and I wiped it off with a finger and popped it into my mouth. “Hmm tastes like… wait, seriously, was IS this?”

Laura was blushing like crazy, “I – I just woke up like this, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were there and I was just…. seeing if it worked.”

“Seeing if WHAT worked?”

“Um… this.” Laura let the sheets fall away and stood there, totally naked from her collarbone, to her round tits, smooth stomach, and finally to her bobbing, fully erect dick. You know that expression “eyes as round as saucers”? Yeah, that was me.

After a moment of stunned silence, the only thing I could think to say was, “you don’t have any balls.”

Laura looked releived and burst out laughing, “Marny, you are awesome.” I didn’t see what made me so awesome, I was still staring, trying to figure out what was going on; luckily Laura was happy to explain – which only sorta helped with my confusion.

“Do you wanna touch it?” Laura asked after her explanation. Ew no, I thought at first, but on second though, when else was I ever going to have a chance to touch a girl’s dick? It had already been months since I’d even touched a guy’s dick!

I leaned forward and gingerly poked at the head with my finger, it came away sticky and I licked my finger, out of habit. Laura laughed, “you can touch it more than that, I don’t mind.” This time I gently rubbed my whole hand over the top of the head and down the shaft, Laura moaned.

“When I look down, it still seems funny that there aren’t any balls there, is it just blank or whatever?”

“No,”Laura answered, moving to sit on the bed, “check it out!” She spread her legs and I saw that under her dick, her pussy was still there; and it was dripping wet, strings of her juices were covering her thighs. I felt my face flush and realized that my own panties were getting damp too.

Now let me just say here that even IF I do like to look at girls in porn, I’m not INTO girls – I’ve kissed a few friends on dares, but I would classify myself as a girl who is strictly about the dick… but now Laura had one of those too… and it was looking really good… and it had been a really long while for me… Not that I’m making any excuses, I just wanted you to understand why I ended up stroking Laura’s big dick until she filled my mouth with her sweet cum and let the last spurts splash onto my hair (which was an accident, I’m sure).

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NEXT CHAPTER

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Diary of a Futa – Chapter 7

Shay — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 15:41:15 +0000

When we left DoaF last time, our girls were spooning in bed after fucking themselves silly, only to be woken by a knock on the door – actually, maybe you should go back and re-read the last chapter for yourself. Better yet, you should go back to Chapter Five or even Chapter Three (or all the way back Chapter One) to really set the scene and figure out what’s going on. Go on, read up and come back, we’ll wait. ^_^

Alright, you’re back, now let’s read on and find out who’s at the door – who did you guess? Will you be right? Only one way to find out!

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My heart dropped, who was knocking on my door and why? Had my roommate heard us and was she now freaking out? Did my boyfriend come over and think he’d caught me cheating? Did this count as cheating? How long had I been asleep?!

I quickly slipped out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans and a t shirt, carefully tucking my now small and soft cock away from the fly - how do guys live with these things getting in the way all the time? I glanced at the bed and made sure that Laura was totally covered by a blanket and that nothing looked too… sticky. Everything in order, I went to answer the door.

“Oh you ARE home, good, I was just about to try your cell.” It was my roommate, Marny, she was still carrying her bag so obviously she had just arrived home and most likely had not heard any passionate screaming or sounds of fucking coming from my room earlier. Whiew

“What’s up?”

“I ran into your lab partner on campus, Taylor says that you need to come into the lab and talk about your project right now.”

“Fuck, everything is always such an emergency with Taylor. Alright, thanks for passing that on, I’d better get over there and see what’s up.”

“If Laura here too?”

“Yup, we were…. working on a project for that assessment class we’re taking and she…. uh… fell asleep.”

Marny laughed and learned forward to peer over my shoulder into my room, “I thought I recognised her shoes by the door. Good, I wanted to ask for her help with my stats. “ She was leaning so far forward that our breasts were just touching, I could smell her perfume and I felt my cock almost flutter a little in my pants.

“Well I’ll go check my e-mail and come bother her in a bit,” Marny said, leaning back away from me. “Uh,” she said, glancing down at my body, ” you might want to put on a bra before you go…” I followed her eyes, both my nipples were hard and obviously showing through the thin fabric of my t-shit, I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

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Three hours later I was finally making my way home again. It had taken a while, but Taylor and I had sorted everything out with our project and I was confident that we were going to get some good data. I had also managed to keep my new pantular addition in check as well – maybe being confined in tight girl jeans had helped.

I wondered if Laura was still at my place (my cock started a swell a little), fucking her had felt SO good (I pressed my growing cock down, hoping it would have more room down the side of my leg) and I was feeling like going for another round.

Marny being home now did pose somewhat of a problem though, it’s not like I’d never had sex when she was home before, but I had the impression that Laura and I were a lot louder than usual this afternoon and I didn’t want Marny asking questions.

I kicked off my shoes at the door and made my way down the hall, devising strategies for covering up our passionate screaming – would loud music even be better?

I stopped at my door. I could distinctly hear giggling coming from my room.

WTF I thought, why were they giggling in my room? Had Laura told her about my crotchular predicament? Were they making fun of the cum soaked sheets filling my laundry basket? Preparing for the worst, I pushed open my door.

If I were a cartoon character, I think my jaw might literally have hit the floor.

Marny and Laura weren’t giggling about my cock – they were giggling about the cum in Marny’s hair, the cum from Laura’s new cock!

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Dun Dun Duuuuuuun!

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NEXT CHAPTER

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1st Meeting of The S Spot’s Erotic Book Club

Shay — Fri, 13 Mar 2009 19:27:09 +0000

Based on some of feed-back I’ve been getting from some of you lovely readers, I thought you might enjoy having a space to discuss Diary of a Futa.

So in the comment section of this post we’ll be doing a little book club meeting – feel free to discuss your favourite parts, the parts you thought were weird, the parts that made you re-think futa, the parts that reminded you of something else, etc. Or discuss certain mysteries, like, who is the narrator? What kind of mysterious past does she have with her friend Laura? How do you think her boyfriend will react? Who do you think is at the door at the end of chapter six? What about that guy from the library, what’s his deal? Do you like the hentai at the end or is it a distraction? Heck – feel free to discuss anything that comes across your filthy little minds. .^_~

I’m hoping this will be a lot of fun for fans of the story AND if you guys really enjoy it, I might make this an official page with a link in the side-bar. ^_^

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Diary of a Futa (part 6)

Shay — Fri, 06 Mar 2009 05:00:41 +0000

Hello and welcome to the long-awaited Chapter SIX of DoaF – sure, you could probably still get into this chapter without refreshing your memory of the back-story, but what fun would that be?! I strongly recommend going back and re-reading the story from at least Chapter Three (chapter five would be the very minimum), but you might want to go all the way back to Chapter One for the full effect. ^_^

Ready now?
Oh goody!

Well, read on and let me know what you think in the comment section – I hope you enjoy this newest installment of The S Spot’s exclusive Diary of a Futa.

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I kissed Laura hard, pulling her close with one arm and using the other to balance us as I pushed her down on her back. Once we were laying down I leaned back and looked down at Laura’s body; her cheeks were flushed, in fact her whole body had a pink glow to it. As Laura reached up to alternate between playing with my breasts and playing with my cock, I let my eyes travel over her breasts, down her stomach, to arrive at her pretty pink pussy. Her whole vulva was blushing pink and I could see how glistening wet it was. I reached down and spread her pussy lips with my thumbs.

“C’mon,” she moaned, “put it in, I want… no, I need to feel your cock inside me!”

But I was stalled, I kinda wasn’t sure where to go from here. I’d always been on the receiving end of the cock, how did guys do this part?! How hard should I push it into her? Did I need to aim? How should I move once it’s in?

“Please,” murmured Laura, “stop teasing me. Please, I need it, I want it” Laura was stroking my cock exclusively now, slowly trying to pull it towards her pussy.

I blushed and leaned over her, letting our breasts press together again. With one hand beside her head on the bed, and the other guiding my cock, I kissed her again as I slowly slid my aching cock into her eager pussy.

I felt her arch her back under me and gasp, “slowly,” she whispered, ” I wanna savour every inch.”

I slowly drove my cock deeper and deeper inside. I couldn’t have imagined something feeling better than Laura’s mouth around my cock – my brain just couldn’t visualize it – so you can imagine it’s shock: little neurons were popping and crackling all over my brain in ecstasy – looking back, I don’t think I could even see straight.

My consciousness was consumed by the feeling of her hot wet pussy wrapped tightly around my cock. As I pushed deeper I could feel her stretching open for me: stretching and wrapping and hot and wet, and amazing. Just a few more inches and my entire new cock would be totally consumed by her hungry pussy – I slowly pressed on.

Suddenly, I felt Laura reach around and grab my ass – pulling me quickly all the rest of the way inside of her. Before I had a chance to say anything, I felt her pussy convulsing around my cock, her ripples of pleasure massaging my cock on all sides. I gasped and tried not to move until she had finished coming.

“Laura,” I smiled teasingly, “I don’t know how your boyfriends handled you – You’re such a bad girl! What happened to going slow?”

She giggled ” I couldn’t help myself!”

“Well,” I smiled back devilishly, “I think I know how to teach you a lesson.” I pulled back, the warm air of my bedroom feeling like icy winter on my cock after the warmth of her pussy. I slid myself back out of her until just the head was still inside, and then rammed my cock back home. Laura gasped and I felt her pussy pulse.

“Mm you’re getting good at this,” she groaned, “keep it up and we might have to go buy a lifetime’s supply of those bottles….” she paused as I repeated my performance “… mmmmm and move to a desert island where we can fuck all day…. …. and night.”

After that, I don’t really know if she said anything else. I was lost in a synaesthetic world of delicious pleasure – all I could see or hear was the feeling of sliding my new hard cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy; the feeling of her hands alternatively on my breasts or ass, squeezing tight, pulling me as deep as we could go.

On some level, I couldn’t believe I was fucking my best friend like this with a cock that I’d had for less than a day! But on most levels, I just wanted more – I wanted to fuck her as hard as I could until we couldn’t come anymore.

I was going to stop after the first time I came, our bodies pressed together as she whispered in my ear, begging me to cum inside her; but Laura kept bucking her hips and my cock hadn’t softened at all – so we kept going. I was going to stop after the third time I came, with her riding on top of me, massaging my breasts and calling me a slut; but I couldn’t let her get away with that, I just had to flip her over, so that she was face-down on the bed and call her a slut right back, as she screamed her agreement while she came.

Finally we found ourselves on our knees on the floor next to my bed. Laura reached her hand back, like she must have done with lots of other guys, to feel the spot where my cock and her pussy were becoming one. Then she slid her hand back a little further, where I guess my balls would have been if I were a guy – but, since I’m not, her fingers ended up in my forgotten pussy. As her fingers began exploring my sopping wet pussy, it felt like little bolts of electricity were traveling up my body – without warning my cock slipped out of Laura’s pussy and exploded once more.

This must have given Laura the idea because, as I was recovering, I saw her reaching into my bedside table. After rummaging around for a few seconds, she pulled out the dildo she had given me last year in a gift exchange – I had forgotten I had it, since I had been too shy to use it and had banished it to the bottom drawer with my chargers and spare batteries.

“Here, I want to try something,” she said, passing it over her shoulder to me. “Put this on the floor under you. I want it to slide into your pussy while we fuck.” I slid my cock smoothly back into her, just to show her who was fucking who here and was satisfied by her groan. “C’mon,” she pressed, “just try it!”

Obligingly I placed the dildo between my ankles and slowly lowered myself, aiming my pussy carefully to line the two up. As I lowered my pussy onto the dildo, Laura positioned herself over me and lowered her pussy onto my cock so that when the dildo was fully inside my pussy, I was also deep inside hers.

The sensation was indescribable, it was like I was the fucker and the fuckee all at the same time – my brain didn’t know what to do with all these incredible feelings. In fact, I think I must have blacked out because when I came to the dildo was across the room, and Laura was spooning me cozily.

I was just about to snuggle up and continue our cat-nap when there was a light knocking on my door…

NEXT CHAPTER

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an early merry futa-mass!

Shay — Tue, 23 Dec 2008 15:33:54 +0000

A sweet reader tracked down this neat xmas-themed image of my icon character as a futa and I just couldn’t resist posting it for you all to enjoy too!

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New Contest!! Win a Cock!

Shay — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 15:31:30 +0000

Hey you!

No, not you, YOU!

Wanna have a chance to win a prize?

Yeah, I thought so. ^_~

Eden Fantasys has given me the chance to grant some nice girl the wish of becoming a fake futa!

The Mr Man dildo isn’t just a dildo that fits into a strap-on harness – it’s a dildo that you can position over the clit and simulate receiving a blow job!
[There's a little hole inside that runs from tip to base and suction applied at the tip will translate all the way down.]

Pretty neat, eh?

So how can you win this fabulous prize?

Just leave a comment bellow telling me the first thing you would do if you woke up one morning with a magical futa penis in your panties!

Think hard! Because I’m giving you a few days before I pick the winner!

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Diary of a Futa (part 5)

Shay — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 13:46:51 +0000

Are you ready for the next exciting chapter of DoaF?! Wait, let me answer that for you: no, you’re probably not – not unless you’re all caught up with the series (starting with Part 1)! At the very least you’ll want to re-read starting from Part 3 before you continue with this installment, to set the tone / refresh your memory. ^_^
You go get caught up, I’ll wait here…

… back? Excellent! – let’s continue with the story:

I had barely closed and locked the door behind us when Laura pushed me up against the wall, kissing me hard. With one hand she pressed my wrist against the wall above our heads; she allowed her other hand to wander down, past our smooshed together breasts, to where her hips were pressed tightly against the achingly hard cock tucked up into the waistband of my skirt.

I groaned as we kissed frantically; she slipped her hand under my skirt and between my thighs to explore my sopping wet pussy with her fingers. I used my free hand to return the favour and within seconds I felt her pussy rhythmically contracting around my fingers.

“Oh my god, did you just cum?” I gasped, as I broke away from her mouth.

“Yes,” she panted, “I’ve been feeling on the verge ever since I swallowed your cum in the library.” She leaned in to continue our frantic kissing, now sliding her hand up to grab my cock. We moaned together as she pushed my top up, out of the way, and squeezed the throbbing head in her fist.

I’d never seen Laura like this before: like I said, we’d made out before, but it had always been a little more tentative and playful. I’d never felt her so hungry and aggressive with me. I wondered if maybe she’d been like this with her boyfriends, but a part of me didn’t think so – that part of me was quite sure that something about what that purple fluid had done to me was affecting her now too.

“Wait,” I broke away again, that part of me wondering: should I stop this? But the other parts of me didn’t want to stop; it felt so good having my not-so-little new addition in her mouth at the library and I was aching to find out what else we could do together…

” We really should get up to my room, I don’t know when my roommate is coming home.”

Laura grudgingly peeled her body away and we quickly made our way to my bedroom. I could feel the juices from my pussy spreading over my upper thighs as I walked and I wondered if Laura was feeling the same thing, even through her panties.

Within seconds of closing my bedroom door, Laura was on her knees, pulling my skirt off to let my refreshed cock spring free. She quickly slipped me into her mouth again and I felt my knees go weak.

“Oh god, wait,” I exclaimed and she looked up, “fuck, that feels so good, but you’re going to make me cum already! I thought you wanted to try…. something else?” I asked shyly.

She slid my slick cock out of her mouth and grinned, “that’s the idea, but you’re so sensitive here,” she flicked her tongue over my cockhead in demonstration and I gasped. “I want to make sure that you can last a while.”

My cock throbbed hard, like all the blood in my body was flowing into it, making it ache pleasingly. “Well, at least let me sit or something, I don’t think I’ll be able to stand up much longer!”

We stumbled to the bed, Laura pushing me down on my back and straddling my hips as soon as we reached the edge. She quickly unbuttoned my top and slipped each of my breasts out of their bra cups. Then she unbuttoned her own top, throwing it and her bra onto the floor. She gripped the shaft of my cock in one hand and slowly lowered herself onto it.

It felt hot and wet and I could feel my cock start to sink into her softness. I groaned, feeling like I was going to lose my mind – but then it stopped, of course, she was still wearing her panties.

Laura giggled as I glared at her, “you’re such a tease!”

“I told you, I want to make you cum again before we try that!” She scootched back on the bed and giggled as I grumbled.

“Hey, remember that time we had a threesome with my ex?”

“I guess,” I answered with a pout, still stinging from Laura’s teasing.

She leaned forward and squeezed my breasts, “you know how he begged us to 69 for him so he could watch?”

“yeah,” I reached up and squeezed her breasts too, picturing sliding my cock in between them.

“Well,” she began shimmying out of her damp panties, “I wanna try that now.”

Laura kept me pinned on the bed as she turned around and slowly crawled up my body, pussy first. Within seconds she was above my face, pink and glistening. I was about to tell her how pretty I’ve always thought her pussy was when she simultaneously lowered it onto my mouth and took my cock as deep as she could into hers.

I tried my best to keep my head as she worked on my cock, bobbing up and down, sucking it deep, then pulling it out and running her tongue all over the head. I felt dizzy, but there were other things for me to concentrate on: I sucked her labia into my mouth, tugging on them gently and grinning as I heard her gasp around my cock.

I tried to think about what I liked when my boyfriends would eat me out; I slowly flicked my tongue over her clit, I licked firmly around the opening, and finally, I craned my neck a little so that I could get my lips around her clit to apply a little suction.

I must have been on the right track because Laura let my cock slide out of her mouth and moaned as she came.

“Fuck, that felt amazing!” she exclaimed. “I can’t believe we’ve never tried this before! How did you get so good at that?” But before I had a chance to respond, Laura was on my cock again, finishing me off quickly with her mouth and her hands, expertly catching my cum in her wadded up panties.

I lay back on the bed panting, enjoying the leftover swirly feelings from that last orgasm.

“Wow, your cock is still totally hard!” Laura exclaimed, giving my shaft a squeeze. “You might be new to this cock thing, but you still have way better stamina than at least half the guys I’ve dated.” Laura laughed as she stroked my cock thoughtfully, slipping three fingers into my pussy again as she reached the base.

“Okay, that’s it,” I said, sitting up, “I’m the one with the cock and it’s definitely my turn on top!” I grinned as I shifted so that we were both kneeling on my bed, facing each other.

“Okay, ” she submitted, giggling “but go slow, I wasn’t kidding when I said you have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen!”

NEXT CHAPTER

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Diary of a Futa (part4)

Shay — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 16:22:15 +0000

Welcome to the new site!
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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Diary of a Futa (part 3)

Shay — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 14:16:00 +0000

Since you have all been so good, I’ve decided to post another chapter from Diary of a Futa! Enjoy!
[New to the series? Check out Part 1 and Part 2 first!]

“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.”

Check out the next chapter!

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