Futanari - threeway

Futanari – Caught

This futanari story was inspired by a visit to Studio-Orgism.  Great site!

They were six minutes into class. I can’t fucking believe this, why did she wear a dress today? Paige tried to look elsewhere in the room. Anywhere would have done it, the wall, the cute girl with the green wig. I like the wig, especially with those glasses. 

But she couldn’t look away for long. She tried. Again. But Professor Hughes always brought her back. She would turn away from the white board on her heels, fast enough to swing her skirt wide and flash just a few inches of her thighs through the long slit in the fabric.

Paige felt the familiar pressure. I want to run my hand up those thighs. I want to squeeze her breast and bury myself…her own breasts ached. She bit her lip. Come on, she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. The part that made her special, the part that separated her from every other girl in the room had become restless.

She took a deep breath. Come on, you can do this. Paige focused on the monitor the professor was talking about. I wonder what she would do if she knew? She’d probably like it. I mean, she would be surprised, but…come on, I’m like the best of both worlds. 

She smiled and stared at the shadows that played across the professor’s cleavage. She’d fall on the floor in front of me like I was a goddess, and I would drench her with my seed. She almost laughed out loud at her mental phrasing.

Without thinking about it, she adjusted her skirt again. Her gift continued to stretch and thicken but her panties did a good job of hiding her bulge when she was seated.

I bet her breasts stand straight out. No sag. All rockets and mischief.

She imagined Hughes naked in just the knee high boots she wore – the gentle curve of her ass, the heavy prominent breasts with nipples as hard as glass. I bet she’s playful in bed too, rowdy. 

That was it.

She couldn’t take anymore. The bulge between her legs had become painful before she really realized it. Glancing around the room, she measured how far it was to the door. Good, I sat closer than I thought.

Her eyes met the woman with the green wig for a moment. I bet she’s playful too. She looked back toward Hughes. Someday, I’m going to have you or someone who reminds me of you. 

Paige slipped her tablet into her pack and stepped away from her chair. A few heads turned, a few people glanced. Sorry. She mouthed the word silently and made sure her pack was in front of bulge she knew was probably visible.

She got to the door and headed straight for the bathroom. The privacy of a stall was what she needed. A few moments to herself.

No shoes were visible when she opened the door and she gave a quick sigh of relief. Even with slipping out of the classroom, the walk down the hall, and finally getting to the bathroom, there was still a part of her mind that wouldn’t let the image of Professor Hughes go.

Pressing open a stall door, she slipped inside, balanced the strap of her pack on the hook inside, and hurriedly slipped her skirt and panties down.

A solid ten inches of stiff cock meat sprang into view. Relief flowed across her. Just having it out, the relief from being tucked the wrong way felt amazing.

She sat down and wrapped one hand around it while the other wandered across her swollen pussy lips and flicked across her clit. I bet she knows how to suck a cock.

It didn’t take long, a few strokes, and the image of Hughes bent over a desk, before a healthy amount of pre oozed from the tip and rolled across her fingers lubricating her shaft. But she didn’t notice. All she could think of was Hughes, her fiery red hair and long legs.

More pre rolled from the tip of her cock and she swung a finger through it and then slipped it between her pussy lips, mixing her juices. Mmm…there’s always so much. She squeezed her cock tighter and continued stroking and rubbing her clit at the same time. I wonder how much of me she could take? She looked down at the rigid pillar between her thighs. All of me?

The bathroom door opened and someone padded into the room. Paige froze and held her breath. Then the shoes appeared. They were heading down the row in front of the stall to the right and then.

Oh, my god, is she turning this way?

“Can I come in?” The voice was soft, playful, and almost a whisper.

“What?” Paige looked down at the state she was in and then back at the door. “Um, sorry, occupied.”

There was a flash of green and n eye appeared in the crack between the door and the frame. At first, it looked at Paige, at her face, and then it looked down at the stiff rod in her grip and the glistening precum that oozed from the tip, and then back at Paige’s face.

“I knew it,” the voice on the other side of the stall door sounded excited, like she had won a bet.

The lock on the stall started to turn and jiggle and Paige didn’t know what to do. She started to stand and reach for her skirt at the same time, and then the door opened. “Um, sorry…I”

It was the girl from class. The one with the green wig and the cute little glasses. She stepped into the stall, her eyes wide, and her face wearing a huge, mischievous grin. “I knew you had it to!”

As quick as a blink, the woman slipped her hands over her waistband and tugged her skirt down to her mid thighs. “See?”

A cock almost as long but not as thick as Paige’s and standing about half-mast swung towards Paige’s still-astonished face.

Paige stared at the thick vein that wandered along the length of the woman’s futanari aberration. She’s just like me, a penis and a pussy?How is she like me? They said it never happened, that there were no other reported cases. How could she have the same genetic malfunction? 

She thought of all the nights growing up, lying in bed wondering if she would ever meet someone like her. The hours gently stroking her stiffening cock imagining playing with another futanari the way other girls dreamed of kissing boys.

“I’m Sam, but that really doesn’t matter. Lets find an empty room,” she knelt down and ran her finger through the bead of viscous liquid that oozed from Paige’s cock. “That looks like it needs attention.” She slipped it between her lips. “Mmmm…doesn’t that stuff just taste amazing?” She stood and stepped out of the stall. “Come on.”

Two minutes later, Paige and Sam darted down the hall to a room so empty it didn’t even have chairs. They slipped through the door and to the left of the door and it’s little rectangle of glass.

“I couldn’t believe it when I saw it,” Sam pulled Paige close and leaned into kiss her.

Paige felt Sam’s hot lips on her own and instantly gave in. It was what she had always dreamed of, always imagined would never happen. Another futanari, right her, kissing me? She reached forward and tugged Sam’s skirt down.

“In a hurry,” Sam bit her lower lip and fluttered her eyelids.

“I can’t believe it,” Paige wrapped her hand around the hot flesh of Sam’s penis. “They said it had never happened before. Do you know how long I have wondered…”

“…imagined meeting another one of us? I know, right? Another futa!” Sam leaned in and smothered Paige in kisses that quickly went from happy playfulness to lusty and long, driven by Paige’s fingers sliding along her.

Standing in a room lit only by the light that came through the glass panel a few feet away, Paige leaned her head back and savored Sam’s lips as they wandered down her neck. The fantasy, the daydreams she had masturbated to for years, were happening.

“Enough,” Sam stepped back and slipped her blouse over her head.

Paige did the same. “Yes, naked. I want to see all of you,” she pulled her skirt down and stepped out of the circle of fabric.

Sam was a little taller than Paige with large round breasts capped in pink nipples. She left on her orange and white striped stockings and stared down at Paige’s fishnets. “Sexy, ” she cooed with a look on her face that reminded Paige of a predatory animal on television, one about to pounce.

Paige tossed her shoes off into the darkness and stepped toward Sam. She couldn’t take it anymore. There was a fire in her chest and an ache between her legs. All she wanted to do was cum. She wanted the rush, the quiver, and tingle.

Sam’s hands slithered down Paige’s belly and around her standing pole. Sam’s fingers were cool and her skin was soft. She has such a delicate touch, I’m always so rough and firm.

She closed her eyes while Sam explored the length of her shaft and slipped her fingers across the tip. “Your’s is so thick,” Sam panted between kisses. “God, that feels good,” she rolled her eyes and swallowed hard, “Don’t stop.”

Paige stroked Sam without mercy. Pre oozed down the long shaft and over her fingers which only made her stroke faster. I can’t wait until she cums. I wonder if she tastes like I do. She thought of all the times she had slipped her fingers through her own cream and tasted it.

Sam’s breathing came faster. Her lips and tongue took on a new urgency as they kissed. Her own hand, stroking Paige, moved hurriedly.

She’s getting close. Paige broke their kiss and lowered herself to her knees. “Here,” she leaned forward and licked the top of Sam’s cock, “Let me taste you.”

Sam’s eyes went wide and her whole body shivered as Paige’s lips slowly caressed the sides of her throbbing erection. “Oh, that feels soooo good.” She cooed softly and wound her fingers through Paige’s dark hair. “Mmm, don’t stop.”

Paige closed her eyes and imagined what it would feel like to have a mouth on her own cock. What does a tongue feel like? I bet just hot breath feels amazing. She moved her mouth up one side of Sam’s cock and then down the other. It’s so hard. I can feel the throbbing on my lips. 

A clear bead of pre appeared and Paige eagerly sucked the entire tip into her mouth. The salty sweetness rolled along her tongue. It’s like mine. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around her own shaft tugging along with the rhythm of her mouth.

Sam bit her lip and pushed the green wig away from her eyes to better watch Paige swallowing her futanari gift. The pressure had been building since Paige had touched her and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could last. “Oh, I’m close,” she groaned as her cock disappeared past Paige’s lips. “I’m going to cum.”

Paige slipped the dripping cock free. “Do it. Cum for me.” She slowly stroked the heft of Sam’s cock with her slick fingers. “Cum in my mouth.” She thought of the times she had laid on her back and stroked herself to completion, the hot sticky strands of cum shooting onto her belly and breasts. How she had wished she for a mouth – even trying to get her own more than once.

She watched Sam’s face, the bliss that flushed her cheeks and closed her eyes. And then Paige did what she had always imagined another futa doing to her – she sucked the cock back into her mouth, burying it deep in her throat, and moving her tongue along the underside.

Sam moaned loudly and squeezed one breast while the other hand pushed her cock deeper into Paige’s mouth.

Paige watched the orgasm roll over Sam. Every muscle went stiff and then sort of shook. She moaned and thrust back and forth as she came.

Warm, sweet jets of cream splashed across her tongue Paige’s tongue. She swallowed until it was too much and the goo exploded past her lips. So much cum…

“That doesn’t look fair,” a woman’s voice came from the back of the room, in the cool darkness along the back wall.

Both women froze.

With Sam’s cock still in her mouth, Paige turned toward a figure walking toward them.

She was walking down from the top of the classroom, shedding her clothes as she walked. She was already down to her bra and panties.

The woman tossed her bra off into the shadows and her breasts bounced free. She stepped out of her panties, leaving them in a bunch on the floor behind her, and revealed a neatly trimmed pussy. “I wish I had one of those.” She smiled at the two of them. “You have no idea how hot that was to watch.”

Everyone stared at each other for a moment, like they couldn’t figure out what to say.

Paige couldn’t believe it was happening, couldn’t believe that there was another futa, that a woman had been sitting in the room watching her give that futa head. And now the two were three? She stared at the think strip of red hair illuminated by the light that came through the door’s window and swallowed the last few drops of Sam’s pleasure.

The woman, obviously already turned on and not wanting to waste another minute with small talk, stepped within ten feet and dropped to her hands and knees. “Let me finish you off,” she smiled at Paige, “I’ve been told I give great head.” She winked up at Sam. “And you can watch from up there or slide around behind me. I’ll milk your cock with my pussy.”

The woman dropped her head between Paige’s thighs and swallowed half of her cock in one go.

The hot warmth of the stranger’s mouth enveloped Paige’s heft and her breath caught in her throat. Oh, my God, that feels good. Oh, fuck. It’s better than I…She leaned back on one hand and thrust her hips forward, pushing herself deeper into the stranger’s mouth.

“Mmmm…” the woman between Paige’s legs moaned and, opening her mouth even wider, swallowed more of Paige’s meat.

Cum and sweat glistened in the dim light as Sam slipped a hand around Paige’s head and slowly filled her friend’s mouth again. “So hot,” she whispered watching the red-headed woman work her friend.

Paige looked up and nodded, her head bobbing back and forth on the end of Sam’s cock. She couldn’t believe it. Every nerve in her body tingled. It was like a dream she didn’t want to wake up from. The stranger’s mouth felt better than she could have ever imagined. Her tongue was rough and slid around the heavy pillar of flesh sending lightning bolts of pleasure across her body.

Her hips moved involuntarily, thrusting into the strangers mouth fucking herself deeper and deeper as the pressure began to build somewhere behind her belly button.

The stranger continued to moan but when her hand slid along her thigh and toward her own quim, Sam pulled away from Paige. “Oh, huh, no way.” Sam stepped behind the red head. “I’m taking you up on the offer.” She gripped the strangers hip with one hand and directed her glistening cock with the other.

Paige watched Sam press deep into the red head. Her face was a mask of almost delirious bliss. “Fuck,” Paige felt the cum rush up her cock. “I’m…” But it was too late. The cum gushed into the stranger’s mouth until she pulled away.

“Yes!” The stranger threw her head back and started to match Sam’s rhythm. Another bolt of cum slung across the stranger’s breasts. “Oh, fuck yes.”

Paige watched the stranger’s breasts bounce as Sam and her fucked fucked each other with vigor. Unbelievable she thought. Fucking unbelievable. 

The stranger met her gaze and winked. “I know, right?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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