Been working on a whole bunch of new stuff over on Patreon. Thought I would post it here as well. If you like my stuff or have something you would like to commission, stop by my Patreon and support a poor writer. Happy Halloween!
Haunted Futanari (Part 1)
We drove out there on a Saturday night. It was raining, hard enough that the rain sounded like pebbles hitting the windshield. The trip started off fine, my mom and dad were almost getting along, you know, almost like they might have once loved each other. But all that changed after about an hour on the road. Six hours later, and they had barely said a word to each other.
“Just like that,” Sarah moved up behind me. Her erection slipped between my thighs again, just under the crack of my ass and along the bottom of testicles. It felt good. She put her hands over mine and squeezed so that I had a better grip on Kathy.
And then Kathy scooted back against me. My cock ran across her quim. She was soaked and the feeling was magical. She reached back, wrapped her fingers around my shaft, and guided me to her opening. “There,” she said.
Sarah’s body, up against mine, pushed and I was inside Kathy. Her pussy was like velvet. It swallowed my dick. It was warm and wet.
Kathy sighed. “Oh, it’s so thick,” she pulled me to her entrance and then rammed back against me. “God, that feels good.” She did it again.
I have been working on the latest series, Little Monster, and in those books, a married woman becomes a futanari. Naturally, this leads to a number of interesting situations with her heterosexual (but willing to explore for the sake of love) husband. This is the first time she has sex with him. Enjoy!
When I opened my eyes on Monday, I knew something was different. I felt lighter, like I was a little floaty. It was weird. I sat up half-expecting my stomach to flip, but it didn’t. I wasn’t nauseated, I just felt light, like I was either dramatically stronger, which didn’t look to be the case, or I had lost a few pounds.
I stood up. Everything seemed to work. Nothing was sore, nothing looked bruised. I rubbed my eyes. The last few days had been so strange, maybe it was all in my imagination. I mean, there was nothing visibly wrong with me.
I walked down to the kitchen all bleary-eyed and exhausted. Next to the coffee maker were two cups, one empty and one with a note in front of it.