Futanari: Exposed (Maxy x Tellmi_Moore)

[Tellmi_Moore]

Lydia Henning was in trouble. It had started the first day of the new school semester when, in second period, there was an announcement over the PA. All students were to report to the gym for physicals next period. Lydia's heart had sunk, sitting in her desk, listening – she knew they would be checking to see that everyone was adhering to the new dress code, which she was in clear violation of.

The new Permissiveness Laws were originally designed to help, support and protect the new third gender in American society, and to encourage safe, consensual relationships being fostered between females and futas. Futanari, the third gender, had special needs, and their lobbying groups argued that, to support these needs, they had to be allowed to be public about them. Thusly, they were allowed to feed in public – which constituted suckling at the male organ until it discharged in their mouths, futanari only being able to digest male ejaculate.

Also incorporated into the Permissiveness Laws were certain compensations for both sides of the issue. Women's Groups, who resented this new gender for being the only viable sources of sperm and breast milk for reproduction, wanted them to be clearly discernable from "ordinary" women. This was hotly debated, and the idea of making them wear something to differentiate themselves was shot down almost immediately. Having them not wear something, on the other hand, was brought up and eventually ratified. Since futa's special needs were permissible in public, they should identify themselves as the ones allowed to participate in such behaviour, and since the major point of difference between a female and futanari was that futas had penises, then these should be visible, lest there be confusion, at least, that's what the women's groups argued. As such, to different degrees depending on the situation, all gender specific, official uniforms, such as school uniforms, were adjusted accordingly. At school, men wore slacks, women wore skirts, and futas went bottomless completely.

The futa groups counter argued that this was unfair, as the women were allowed an unfair special treatment, futas, the argued, being sufficiently burdened by being made to go bottomless. The Women's Groups solution took everyone by surprise, and they allowed a provision, a compromise, that still made the futas go bottomless, but removed the panties from under the short skirts of the uniforms, the argument being that, other than visibility, both female and futa women wearing such uniforms now had the same supposed "hardships" provided by cold air or cold seating, etc. All in the name of "fairness".

The East Coast schools, however, took it a step further, having a much smaller futa population, and changed their dress codes to remove the rest of the futa's dress code entirely, citing the fact that it was a choice, not a requirement, for futas to attend these schools, and that conditions of the Permissiveness Laws in effect removed all indecent exposure rules and many of the lewd behaviour rules for futanari specifically. Though these policies were being challenged in court, as of this semester, Lydia's school had instituted the new dress code, and Lydia was in violation of it. This was not just because she was secretly wearing panties under her skirt, but that she was wearing clothing at all.

Lydia had a penis. And barely anyone knew about it. Like many students, she had lost her parents in the plague that had swept across the world five years ago, and changed the biology of all of the survivors, making men sterile and certain women into futas. And like many, she lived in government housing – government housing for girls, not futas. She was in violation of several laws even being inside the female girls' dormitory, not the least of which was the new "sexual trespassing" laws that kept futas out of the women's locker rooms, dormitories and bathrooms. Lydia ground her knees together, and tugged at her wool mini-skirt, fidgeting.

They had been checking to make sure the female students weren't wearing panties, and, the next in line, lifting her skirt, there hadn't been a lot of comment at her panties or the lump they contained. She was just asked to lower her skirt and to the vice principle's office, which she did, where she was now. She had been asked the strip, which she had, reluctantly, and her clothes were taken away while she waited in the outer office, covering her breasts with one arm, and her genitals with the other, she held back the sobs as she contemplated her position.

She was on the field hockey team, and so lived in the team's special dormitory. She was the team's captain, so no one thought it overly suspicious of her getting called to the coach's office after practice, or arriving early for practice. She changed before everyone arrived, and satisfied her... needs, with the coach afterwards and changed in his office. He was probably going to be fired for engaging in sexual acts with a student, but Lydia barely cared at this point for his wellbeing.

"Well, Miss Henning, you are in quite a bit of trouble, aren't you?" the vice principle said, when Lydia was finally ushered into her office. The vice principle was an older woman, and had been a head mistress at a boarding school in England before moving to the US.

"Y-yes, Ma'am."

The vice principle turned some pages in a manila folder on her desk. Lydia shivered in her nakedness. Her penis was misbehaving, standing erect behind her arm, it jabbed at the inside of her elbow.

"At this point, Miss Henning, I think we should be able to avoid legal charges, though I would recommend transferring to a private school at the this point, one with your 'special needs' in mind. Otherwise, I think probation should be all that's needed. Mrs. Richards has offered to house you at her house for tonight, while accommodations are made for you at a Special Needs Girl's Home."

Lydia tensed. She knew what these "homes" really were, and she shuddered remembering the stories she had heard. "We also expect you to adhere precisely to the dress code from now on, as such, your other clothes from your room are being confiscated. Now," she slid a stack of papers and a pen across the table. "Why don't you tell us exactly how you've managed to keep your... condition hidden for this long and who has been helping you."

Lydia had, of course – screw Coach Anderson, she wasn't going to jail for him.

Mrs. Richards a history teacher and a futanari herself, lived on the outskirts of town with her futanari wife, and so it was not improper for Lydia to spend time with them un-chaperoned. "Are you hungry, honey?" Mrs. Richards had said in the car. Lydia hadn't answered, but her stomach, growling loudly, answered for her.

Jenny Richards was naked and barefoot on the ride home with Lydia, but when she got there she put on a shirt and a pair of house slippers. Her wife, Francine Richards, was wearing a pair of denim chaps, which exposed her bum and crotch, and a buttoned flannel shirt and cowgirl boots – she was apparently the caretaker of a wide swath of property left abandoned after the plague, upkeeping the grounds and houses in anticipation of the population reaching levels to where they could be filled and occupied again. One of the main reasons for the Permissiveness Laws was to encourage pregnancies to expand the population – 80% of the human race having been extinguished during the plague.

Francine set up one of the sofas for Lydia. She spent most of the evening curled up on it under the covers, quiet. During dinner, Lydia looked down into her bowl dubiously. It had been a long time she had eaten anything worthwhile out of a bowl. She sometimes ate soup at restaurants with friends, to keep up appearances, but it would almost always give her an upset stomach afterwards. She never saw her food now, Coach Anderson always cumming when his cock was well into her mouth, and sometimes even in her throat – lost most futas, she no longer had much of a gag reflex.

Lydia dipped her spoon in the hot, steaming bowl of white liquid. The Richards looked at her from across the table, spooning the hot semen to their lips like soup. "What's wrong, hun?" Jenny asked.

"Where did this come from?"

"Oh, we have a friend who freezes his semen for us, we heat it up in the microwave."

"Does it really keep that well?"

"Well," Francine pondered. "You have to keep it in a real good deep freeze, but yeah, lasts pretty much forever. Not legal or buy or sell, though, not yet anyway, but I'm guessing it will be soon enough."

"Oh..." she spooned some of it into her mouth. She stopped with the spoon in her mouth. "Oh my god," she said around the spoon, her eyes wide.

"You okay, hun?" Jenny said with a look of genuine concern on her face.

"Oh my god...! This is... good!" She quickly started to shovel the hot bowl of cum into her mouth, practically licking the bowl clean when she was done. "Can I have some more?"

The two women smiled at each other, and Francine got Lydia another bowl full. She had two more after that. After eating, she was in a slightly better mood. She wished she could stay with the Richards and live with them from now on, but she couldn't bring herself to ask the imposition. Lying on the sofa, after her hostesses had gone to bed, she felt a deep ache in her groin, and her penis was rock hard and poking her in the belly. Being so full, and so naked, it was hard to make it go down. She tossed off the covers and rolled over onto her back, spread her legs and began fingering herself with one hand, stroking her eight inch cock with the other. She imagined herself getting fucked by Jenny and Francine simultaneously, each helping to stroke Lydia's cock with a one hand each. Squeezing her breasts between her upper arms, she shuddered and came, splashing her face and breasts with her own cum, and passing out, exhausted from the day's stresses.

In the morning, neither Francine or Jenny commented on the state they came downstairs to find the girl in, dried cum on her face and breasts, just suggested she go clean herself up in the downstairs bathroom and that Jenny would get her breakfast and drive her to school.

The bowl hot steamy cum had milk and honey mixed into it, and she had flashbacks of being a little girl, eating oatmeal for breakfast. She missed real food.

"You not hungry, hun?" Jenny said, sipping her mug of mint tea.

"Hm?" Lydia looked up, realizing she had been idly poking at her breakfast with her spoon while she reminisced. "Oh, no, it's fine, I just... I'm fine."

"Does your chest hurt? You look a little swollen." She pointed to her charge's breasts.

Lydia looked down – she hadn't milked herself since early before class yesterday. Futanari had the unfortunate condition of constant lactation, in contrast to females, who could no longer lactate at all. It was probably why women resented futas so much – they could both bear children and sire them, they were adored by males, who they pleasured orally constantly, and even if a futa did impregnate a female, they would then again need the futa to nurse the baby once it was born. If a futa impregnated another, there was a fifty-fifty percent chance that the child would be either male or futa, if a futa impregnated a female, the child could either be female or futa. Theoretically, if females went extinct, futas could carry on the human race without them. This fear, coupled with the fact that females made up the vast majority of the population, made for an atmosphere of sharp prejudice against them, kept at bay only by the fact that the human race would certainly go extinct without the futanari.

"I'm a..." Lydia touched her breast and winced. "Yeah, a little tender."

"You should milk yourself three times a day, otherwise you'll swell up."

"I generally do – I hid... I had a milk pump under my bed."

"Oh, I don't like those things. We have one in the bathroom, in the cabinet if you want to use it, though."

After breakfast (four bowls of honey flavoured, reconstituted semen) she milked herself in the bathroom and Jenny drove them to school.

She didn't have a backpack, or any clothes with her, not even the belts and bracelets and anklets futa girls had taken to wearing instead of clothes, and which the campus allowed. What was worse, everyone saw her – naked and erect. Some must have thought there was a new student, not recognizing her, but her friends, acquaintances and team-mates all went wide-eyed with shock and, in some cases, anger.

Her first class was hard, sitting at her desk, with her penis rubbing against the underside of it, the cold plastic against her butt, the sting of cold metal legs against her bear legs and feet. The next class was harder. Third period harder still – the looks and glares of female class members. Her forth period class was history, and she had it with Mrs. Richards. She sat in the front row and didn't have to look at the sideways glances of the other girls, and could exchange encouraging, optimistic glances with her naked teacher.

At the end of the period, it was lunch. "Lydia, hold on a moment," Mrs Richards called out.

Lydia turned in the doorway. "Yes, Mrs. Richards?"

"I wanted to ask you... do you have... a 'special friend' yet?"

"A special friend, Mrs. Richards?"

"You know, for lunch?"

"Oh..." she meant a boy to feed off of. "No, Ma'am."

"Well, why don't you have lunch here with me in the classroom." She pulled an extra large soup thermos out of her desk drawer and a styrofoam bowl. Between them the polished off the thermos together.

Lydia seemed to pass the next two periods of classes in a daze. After she put her notebook and pens and books back in her locker (because where else was she going to put them?) she walked automatically to the back field behind the gym, not even thinking, just going their automatically like every day after classes. Looking up, shocked, she realized her error.

She took a step backwards, her bare feet digging into the hard packed dirt of the path around the side of the gym. The girls were exchanging glances and short, clipped phrases Lydia couldn't quite make out. She had seen this before – from the other side. This wasn't a regular practice, this was the hour before practice – where half the team was doing library study or study hall. There was another hour like this one before classed began in the very early morning, but this was the hour these girls generally hunted.

It was always a different lure, a different person not otherwise associated with these girls, these Huntresses. There were other girls here who were not on the team, who spent this hour sitting on the bleachers. The lure would be another girl (or a boy if they could manage it) who would trick a futa to follow her behind the gym where the others would be waiting. This had been going on all last semester, and Lydia couldn't imagine they would be able to do this much longer before everyone knew not to follow people behind the gym, but for right now it was still working.

This was the hour Lydia had usually been sucking Coach Anderson's cock for her second and last meal of the day – only once had she seen a full hunt, a boy leading a futa behind the gym for a late-afternoon suck, when he abandons her and girls rush in from the sides and grabs her.

Lydia looked to her right and saw two girls sneaking up on her – they stop and their eyes meet. Then Lydia is jerked to the ground by girls rushing up on her from her left. Struggling only earns her a field-hockey stick to her gut, knocking the wind out of her, and give the others time to grab and hold down her arms and legs, two girls on each leg, one on each arm. A seventh girl crouched between Lydia's splayed legs and began slapping Lydia's thighs and, holding her cock up, her pussy, testing, like a junky slapping to get a vein.

Lydia was still gasping as the girl between her legs began fingering her anus, making her loose her breath again. Another girl came up between Lydia's legs and began rubbing her cock, slapping it and, as it began to hardened, stroking it. "Please stop!" she managed to shout, her inward breath a rasp after she did so. "Please!" she sobbed, coughing. She screamed briefly, and got another hit with the stick to the ribs. Just as she felt she could make another pleading, screaming attempt, the girl who had been stroking her cock stood over Lydia and lowered herself onto her, mounting Lydia's cock and sliding it into her, leaning forward to grip both hands around Lydia's throat and squeezed Lydia's neck with her hands and Lydia's cock with her puss.

"You want to breathe, you don't scream, yes?"

Lydia tried to nod, but couldn't, tried to speak but couldn't. The girl seemed to understand because she loosened her grip, allowing Lydia to breath, if only just. Using her legs, she began riding Lydia's cock. Her breath coming in quick, shallow breaths, Lydia recognized the girl as Tiffany Collins – from the field-hockey team. She had eaten lunch with her, lived with her in the girl's dorm for nearly a year. One of the girl's holding her leg was Susan Gilbert – she had a chemistry lab with her.

"Do it! She'll like it," someone said outside of Lydia's field of vision, and giggled. The girl she couldn't see pulled the two fingers she was using out of Lydia's asshole and, it seemed, would leave her alone. Then she felt something cold and metal against her puss, twisting against her and finally being shoved into her roughly, causing her to shout out, sobbing, and Tiffany clamped down on her throat again as she continued thrusting her pelvis down against Lydia's lap.

"Please stop, please stop, stop!" she whispered as the girl began thrusting the metal object in and out of her and began to reinsert two fingers into her asshole. "Pleeeease...!"

"Hah! Look at this slut, she's begging for it," laughed one of the girls holding her down, Lydia's eyes were too blurred with tears.

"Sit up, Tiffany, I've got her," came a familiar voice. Tiffany leg go of Lydia's throat and sat up. Susan let go of Lydia's leg for a moment and hugged Tiffany, kissing her and tickling her briefly, making her smile wider as she began to moan. There was a new girl holding Lydia's throat, sitting above her and looking, upside down, down at her. It was Alice Yates – the star of the team and, undoubtedly the new captain now that Lydia had been suspended from all extracurricular activities. She was smiling. "The quicker you cum, the quicker you can sleep, sweety."

Futanari had an issue with orgasming – seven out of ten futas orgasmed both penally and vaginally at the same time, creating orgasms to intense they would almost always black out.

When Tiffany leaned back to make out with her girlfriend, Susan, two other girls descended and started suckling on her breasts – there was a rumour that futa milk made females more receptive to impregnation. They would probably all have their turn riding Lydia after she passed out until she couldn't cum anymore, at which point she would be dragged under the bleachers until she woke up and would be chased off by the field hockey team, often with thrown rocks or trash.

Lydia just looked back up at Alice, accusingly, her breathing becoming even harder as her muscles began to tense in her thighs and tummy, her whole torso tightening. She was getting close.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

Erik Trace adjusted his bag as he made his way out of the school building, trying to take a somewhat more indirect route to leave the school grounds. He had never liked being in amongst crowds, and as a child he had never been too good around women, but now that they outnumbered men drastically his shyness was even worse. Times were hard for men....not long ago the world was still, for all it's progress, very male-centric, main positions of power held by men, rights always, however slightly, skewed in the favour of men....some called the results of the plague a form of divine retribution. The plague had devestated the male population the worst, 3 out of every 4 victims that died had been male, Erik's own father amongst them, he himself almost amongst them.

Both of Erik's parents had been doctors, very good doctors as a matter of fact, then when the plague hit they had dedicated themselves day and night to finding a cure, along with virtually every doctor and scientist in the world of course. When Erik began to show symptoms it caused them to only increase their efforts, ignoring their own symptoms. In their eyes they were no longer working to simply cure a plague, they were working to save their son. His father had been the first to die, literally at his worklab, a combination of the plague and sheer exhaustion finally causing his life to slip away. His mother had no time to grieve however...her child wasn't far behind and nor was she. What happened next had been something of a blur to Erik, the sickness brought about by the plague having left him in a semi-conscious state at best. All he really remembered was his mother....at his bedside. She had told him everything would be alright....that she wasn't going to let her baby die even if she couldn't save everyone else. Then there had been a sharp prick in his arm...after that he just remembered blackness. The next thing he remembered was waking up in a hospital. The doctors had told him how they had found his mother dead at his bedside, but that he had somehow made a miraculous recover from the symptoms of the plague, now seemingly healthy, or as healthy as any other survivors were left anyway. Now he was alone though....no parents, no other family, he was the last of his family to be left alive. It also meant that the entirity of his families money and possessions had gone to him, leaving him enough to live a comfortable life. For a while someone had helped him out, helped him learn to take care of himself, but by the time he was 13 he was left completely alone again.

Shortly after, like many others his age, the side effects of surviving the plague had begun to show for Erik. When he had hit puberty the changes were much more drastic than normal, body development occurring at a far accelerated rate. The adult plague survivors had undergone similar changes, the men perhaps less so, but some of the women....it still sent shivers through Erik's body when he thought about it...the changes that some of the women had undergone, sprouting a cock rather literally overnight in some cases, simply waking up to find it hanging between their legs. It wasn't much longer after that the discovery was made that men had been rendered sterile, that only futa women were capable of impregnation. That was when the changes in society had come about. Even after the plague, positions of power in companies and government had still been dominated by men. But within a few years that all changed. After the plague the country had elected it's first Female President, though nobody was really surprised by it. Most of the government became dominated by women, only a few men somehow managing to cling to their positions, only to find themselves little more than figureheads with no real influence.
For men, it was a struggle, though a succesful one, to manage and retain their status as citizens. Some more extreme womens groups had wanted to have the male population rounded up and treated as little more than cattle to feed the futanari population. Fortunately most women didn't share quite such extreme views...at least not publically anyway. The futanari's on the other hand....well...they were second class citizens in everything but name thanks to the new laws. Still...deep down Erik did have to admit....he personally hadn't minded the laws requiring them to go bottomless and distinguish themselves. For some reason he just found the form of a futanari more....pleasing...than a normal female. Or perhaps it was down to the fact that most of the women he had known since the plague had been complete bitches. Then again he was in High School, from what he knew that much was true even before the plague in a lot of cases.

Now, Erik was passing around the rear part of the school, then stopped as he thought he heard a faint cry. "Hm?" He looked up, glancing in the direction of the noise. Please stop? That was what he thought he heard, then another cry cut off by coughing, then a scream that was suddenly silenced almost as soon as it had started. "What was that...?" The small boy, barely more than 5 feet tall despite being 16 years of age, made his way towards the source of the noise, creeping his way around one of the buildings, then slowly leaning his head out when he got close. The boy gasped at what he saw. Girls all seemingly gathered around a futanari that was seemingly begging to be released, only for the girls to use her like a toy. Sights like this made Erik's blood boil....this kind of thing wasn't exactly uncommon...and he hated that. Erik's parents had always tried to raise him to treat everyone faily, everyone the same, to see futanari girls being treated like this...it was unforgiveable. Still...what could he do? He was just a small, weak boy. Here were 7 girls on the hockey team. One of them alone could probably snap him like a twig, but the group of them? Still....he couldn't just ignore this....he couldn't walk away. He recognised the futanari girl....she shared a lot of his classes....well he recognised her face anyway. He'd always thought of her as a regular woman. Seemed she had been hiding...probably scared....he couldn't blame her for that.

Taking one final deep breath, Erike stepped out, trying his best to look imposing. "St-stop it!" The boy swallowed nervously as he looked between the girls. "L-leave her alone! I....j-just leave her be!" The boy took a step closer to them. It was hard not to shake...but he wasn't going to leave the girl in trouble. "I....I..." He didn't know what he was going to do, but he'd rather these girls hurt him than someone else. He wanted to do something....wanted to make his parents proud of him.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Alice looked up at the short boy approaching them and gave a short, sharp laugh. She tapped Angela on the head and pointed at him, and then took Jessica and Angela with her to meet him. "Oh, you want us to stop?" she said, mockingly surprised. "Oh, well, okay, we'll be sure to do that," she nodded. "Grab him." Jessica grabbed his arms easily and pulled them up over his head while Angela grabbed both of his legs behind his knees and lifted him up. They stretched him out and held him down to the ground.

Some feet away, Lydia was losing her grip, Alice didn't even need to hold her throat anymore, all she could manage were moaning, staggered breaths. On top of her, Tiffany was shouting in the throws of orgasm, her girlfriend, Susan, holding her tight and kissing her neck and throat and cheek as Tiffany's head rolled back on her neck. Out of Lydia's line of sight there was another girl working a hard metal object in her puss and three fingers in her ass. Another girl giving her occasional slaps on to her thighs, and hips.

Alice had straddled Erik's torso, sitting over him on her knees. She was unzipping her skirt and pulled it off completely, exposing her vagina and thatch of bright red pubic hair. "You wouldn't happen to like real girls, would you? Or just little futa freaks like her?" she jerked her head in Lydia's direction. "Me, I like to consider myself a dying breed - I like guys." She unfastened Erik's pants. "Well, it looks like you do like real girls!" she said, laughing as she stroked Erik's surprisingly large cock. "Little boy, you are bigger than yourself!" She lined up Erik's cock with her vag and pressed herself down over him. "Oooooohh, yeah - such a big little boy!"

Lydia's moans had reached a fevered pitch as Tiffany continued to ride Lydia after her first orgasm, Tiffany's face contorted with pain as Susan held her, nuzzling her head and whispering encouragement and professions of love.

"Aaah fuck!" Lydia managed as she thrashed and came, causing her captors a moment of surprising difficult holding her down. The last thing she saw as the edges of her vision began to black out was Susan rubbing Tiffany's belly, and Tiffany smiling with tears in her eyes.

"You did real good, Baby, real good."

Lydia passed out.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

"Huh? Wha!" Erik yelped as his arms were suddenly grabbed and hoisted above his head, his legs then pulled out from under him as the girls roughly forced him to the ground. The small boy squirmed somewhat pathetically, but these girls were stronger than him. One of them alone would overpower him easily, especially given their athletic nature, but three of them? No chance of him even getting loose, let alone completely free. He glanced between them, then up at Alice, the ring leader obviously. He recognised her from sports rallies that the student population had been forced to attend, but beyond that he knew little to nothing about her. Off somewhere he couldn't see he could hear the other girl moaning and losing herself, the poor girl....being forced to do things like this? He felt terrible for her....though as soon as Alice straddled him he started to feel rather sorry for himself as well. "A-ah! St-stop it! Please!" Erik squirmed again, whimpering as she exposed herself to him, then slowly went to start removing his rapidly hardening cock. Since the plague, men had somehow become even easier to arouse than ever before, the slightest bit of stimulation sometimes enough to rapidly cause an erection. He couldn't help grunting as his throbbing, 11 inch long erection sprang free, a good 3 inches thick, his cock head throbbing and already glistening with pre-cum that was beginning to run back down the shaft, causing it to glisten in the sun light.

"P-please...please don't..." Despite everything, Erik was actually still a virgin. He'd never had sex before, he'd never even had a blowjob before. Despite the encouragement by the government to do so, he'd never allowed a futa to feed off him. He was just too embarassed. But then he felt Alice lining up and pressing down on him. The boy let out a loud squeak of pleasure, starting to squirm and thrash which only caused his cock to dig deeper into Alice's body. The way his cock was throbbing and pulsing his inexperience was made obvious, his body simply unable to take much in the way of stimulation. When Alice hilted herself on his cock, his eyes were wide, drool running from the sides of his mouth from the overwhelming pleasure that her tight body was providing him. Either the girl was inexperienced herself, or his was a cock far bigger than she usually took...Erik suspected the latter given the way she was acting.
When the girl started moving, Erik couldn't help moaning in pleasure, though after only a few movements, his eyes closed tightly, his cock pulsing and throbbing. "HNGH!" His back archved and his hips instinctively thrust up to bury himself as deep as he could, before he erupted with a practical torrent of cum into Alice's body. Even for male survivors of the plague he was cumming a plentiful amount, rather more than was normal even for men now.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

"Oh my god!" Angela laughed. "I can't believe you took that monster! You are such a slut, Alice."

Alice only managed to grunt, but her contorting face and undertone implied pride.

"You'd better pull it out, Alice - unless you want futa chow shooting out of your eyes."

"Uugh... I c'n handle it...!" was Alice's gasping reply.

"You two are sick," Jessica said shaking her head, but grinning all the same.

"AAH! Holy shit...!" Alice moaned, slamming her butt down into Erik's lap again. "F-fuck yes...!" It was true, she had never had a member as large as Erik's inside her, but she was determined to keep going in front of the others. Lifting herself up on her knees, she leaned forward and began making quicker, shallower, bouncing movements, taking a smaller portion of Erik's cock as she did so, up and down on the tip of it, occasionally sliding down farther, her face scrunching up and her tongue lolling in her open mouth. "FUCK!" she shouted, after one last thrust downward - both she and Erik shuddered and thrashed, Alice began screaming a moment later, then fell forward into Jessica, a fountain of semen squirting out of Alice's puss in stuttering spurts around Erik's thick, cock, until the pressure finally forced it out, spraying jets of milky white semen against her butt and thighs and groin, jetting out and coating her back and the back of her head, getting in her hair, and even straight into Jessica's face, who, after she recovered from the collision with Alice, screamed in revulsion as her face was coated with semen.

"Ohmygod! ohmygodohmygod!" Jessica said standing up, flailing and spitting in revulsion.

"Oh, don't be such a fucking baby," Angela scowled at her friend. Alice was moaning in pain, clutching her stomach and coughing, no doubt having had the wind knocked out of her by Erik's torrent, her clothes completely drenched with cum, save her skirt which had survived unscathed due to its presence some feet away, crumpled in a pile on the ground. She smacked Erik out of frustration and anger, getting up and kicking him in the ribs.

"I told you so," Jessica said tauntingly. Alice grumbled angrily but said nothing, picking up her skirt and stumbling toward the others and roused them from their duties holding down Lydia.

"We should let this one lick you clean," one of them joked at Alice's expense. "She's probably enjoy it!" the girl reached out and slapped Alice's bum, smeared the cum on her hand all over Lydia's face.

"Are you two done!?" Alice shouted at Tiffany and Susan. Tiffany was still straddling Lydia with her cock inside of her, making out with Susan breathlessly, her hands exploring.

It was another few moments before Alice could convince them to go, amid protests from the other girls, many complaining they hadn't had their turn yet. Since Coach Anderson had been fired the day prior, there was no hockey practice today, and the girls scattered, leaving their victims on the ground behind the gym.

Lydia awoke to the smell of cum on her face, and licked her lips, lying on the ground, looking up at the sky, dazed, barely able to keep her eyes open, a deep and consuming numbness in her head. She slowly, gently drifted back to full consciousness.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

Erik continued to jerk and spasm as he came deep into Alice's body, large, heavy balls being emptied into her, the cum quickly overflowing and pouring back out of Alice, the tight seal of his cock causing a pressure to build and the cum to practically jet out due to the volume and speed with which he was unloading it. He was only barely aware of what was going on around him, of Alice cumming herself ontop of his cock, of his cum being squirted everywhere and the other girls moving away in mixtures of fear and disgust. There were rumours going around that if a regular woman ate male semen they'd be turned into a futa since that was their only source of food. It was nothing more than school gossip rumours of course, but as with all rumours that spread though high school there were some willing to believe it, even jokingly.
When Alice pulled off his cock, Erik grunted slightly, panting until Alice smacked him, letting out a soft whimper until she kicked him in the rips, the whimpering becoming coughing as he felt his arms released, hands immediately going to clutch at his side as he coughed and gasped for the breath that had been knocked out of him. He heard movement all around him, the girls seemingly satisfied....or at least their ringleader was satisfied...or maybe just bored...either way he glanced up enough to see them leaving....good....at least they wouldn't hurt the futa anymore....or him for that matter. Things hadn't exactly gone as well as he had wanted but at least it was over.

Once his side stopped hurting quite so much and he could breathe properly again, Erik began to slowly sit up, glancing over at the futa girl. He saw her beginning to stir, moving around slightly. He'd heard that some futanari girls passed out when they came, especially if they were trying to resist it. "H-hey..." Erik began to crawl over towards her, sitting down beside her. "Are you ok...? It's Lydia...right...?" Erik smiled softly down at her face, trying to resist the urge to check out her body. "It's alright....they're gone now..." He rubbed his face slightly where Alice had smacked him, his face still rather sore. "Come on....let's get you...somewhere" He knew enough about the hockey team to know that all of them had been staying in the girls dormitory....no doubt Lydia had been thrown out of there immediately. "Um...do you...have somewhere to go? I....you can come to my house to at least clean up if you'd like...I don't live too far away..." He figured that even if she did have somewhere, his house was probably closer. It would probably be better if she could at least shower off rather than walking home covered in mixtures of various people's cum.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

The boy standing over her with his pants pulled partially up was talking to her. His penis was enormous and Lydia found she was unconsciously licking cum off of her face. Had she passed out feeding?

The events that had led up to her blackout came rushing back and she gasped, pressing her arms down in an attempt to sit up, failing, feeling weak and lightheaded. She turned in to what the boy was saying as she sat up, slowly. "Umm... no, I don't think... I don't think I do. I'd like that, thank you." After watching him pull his pants - observing also the mixture of sperm on his face and clothes, possibly his own - she let him help her to her bear feet and, leaning on his shorter frame, lead her toward his house. Maybe he would have some clothes for her to put on. "Thank you."

Lydia was tall and of an athletic build - and it really had taken two girls on either one of her legs to hold her down. Her hips were wide and sturdy, her torso moving inward gradually from her hips in and up to her armpits, where her D-breasts made her profile explode outward dramatically. Her shoulders were sturdy and well defined, her arms narrow but toned. Her hair was a mess of brown locks with dirt and grass in it, her back and butt and thighs dirty and grass stained. Her feet felt very alive on the pavement as they walked down the street, and she was aware of every step they took, of every tiny pebble and particle of dirt and dust she trod upon - it was... she shivered every time they moved from walking in shadow to direct sunlight, the stone feeling drastically hotter or colder - she had rarely walked barefoot outside, before yesterday, let alone naked. Every breeze and ray of sunlight on her skin thrown into sharp focus by her feeling of exposure. Well before they were home, her focus on her own nudity and the thought of what had happened at the gym, the memory of the two girls on top of her, making out, the cock of the boy leading her home, all slowly made her own cock start to stiffen and rise, and she held it to her tummy with embarrassment, trying to hide it, though certainly not able to hide it's presence. She didn't look toward the boy, out of shame, but knew he must have noticed.

Arriving at the house, she looked up, and her expression changed. "Wow," she muttered, at the side of the building he indicated.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

She didn't think so? She really was out of it...poor thing. Erik suspected she certainly didn't have anywhere to go...if she did then she likely would've gone there straight away, it wasn't exactly safe for Futa's to wander around all alone, especially in secluded areas. It was terrible but....it was simply the way things were right now. Erik helped Lydia to her feet, letting her lean against him for support, though she stood a fair bit taller than him, almost a full foot, meaning that as she leaned against him one of her breasts would occasionally swing and gently rub against his face, causing the boy to blush madly. Erik had to admit he was surprised that the girl had been overpowered...she looked so incredibly strong...but then again she had been outnumbered 7 to 1...had the odds been fair he had no doubt that Lydia would have left any would-be attacker in a crumpled heap on the ground.
As they walked Erik couldn't help but notice Lydia's cock starting to harden once again, though he couldn't figure out why. He knew that futa's were even easier to get aroused than men, but what could be arousing her? The only possibility was the gentle warm breeze blowing around them....against her bare skin it must have felt rather...different to when wearing clothing. The way she held it against herself, almost as if trying to hide it...Erik decided to spare her further embarassment and say anything about it, instead just looking up at her face and smiling softly, as if to let he know he didn't mind.

When they got to Erik's house he smiled at her soft exclamation. "Ah...thank you...it is...it was...my parents house. I live here by myself now..." Erik started to lead her towards the front door. If he was honest, he was lonely in the big house. Three bedrooms (His own, his parents and a guest room), two bathrooms, large open living area and kitchen....it all just felt so...empty...so lonely. But as they entered the house, together, for the first time in years Erik didn't feel quite so lonely, Lydia's presence somehow making the house feel different, feel just a little more like...well...home. Erik smiled softly, looking up at Lydia again once they were inside. "Ah....I'll show you where the bathroom is so you can take a shower ok? I um....I'm afraid I don't have any clothes that will fit you..." Though looking at the boy it should have been obvious. Any of his own clothes would likely just rip apart if any attempt was made to pull them onto Lydia's much larger frame.
"I um....why don't you...take a shower and then we can talk a little ok...?" Erik gently rubbed her arm in an attempt to reassure her, flashing her that same gentle, warm smile once more. He had no intention of letting Lydia suffer any further after what she had been through today. Finally...he had found a way to possibly make his parents proud....and make himself feel like he was worthy of the gift of life they had given him not once, but twice.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

"Oh, thank you," she smiled as he led her to the downstairs bathroom. The house was large and well furnished, and she suspected he employed one of the major cleaning services, given that the house was spotless. So many houses had been left empty after the plague that cleaning services, rather than a luxury for the rich, were a necessity subsidized by the government to keep unoccupied houses from falling into utter disrepair. They also, as a side industry, cleaned the houses of surviving children who had inherited homes, but Lydia had never given this much thought, never meeting a child who had inherited much from their parents. In many cities, looting and fires and civil unrest during the Plague Years had destroyed most of the holdings many people had and the government had seized much of the property in the devastated areas. Most of Lydia's friends - though they may not consider themselves her friends any longer - had come from these disaster areas and had been fellow wards of the state.

The water was warm and welcoming, and it was a little disconcerting to Lydia that, given what had happened today, she was feeling as well as she did. Maybe she was still in shock? She considered this, then discarded it, not because she didn't believe it, but because there was no way for her to know, not knowing what this entailed besides what she had read in books and seen in movies when someone was said to be "in shock."

There were little single use bottles of shampoo in the shower sill, which confirmed to Lydia that Erik used one of the state sponsored cleaning services - they left the same brands in the bathrooms of the dormitory rooms Lydia had been living in for the last year or so. She washed her hair and rinsed, standing under the hot jets of water for what felt like a long time, but may have only been a few minutes. She turned off the water and reached for a towel. There wasn't one there, and she sighed, realizing she had forgotten to ask for one. She looked around and found a hand towel used for drying hands that hung on a ring next to the sink, and started toweling herself off with it. It was fluffy and absorbent and surprisingly effective, though by the end it was heavy and sopping wet. She wrung out her hair as best she could and opened the medicine cabinet - finding only individually wrapped toothbrushes (with no tooth paste) and a selection of individually wrapped combs. She took one of the combs and ran it through her hair several times, shaking the comb in the sink after each swipe, droplets of water coming out of her brown locks each time.

Throwing her hair back and, after wringing the towel out as best she could, running the damp towel over her head again, she hung up the hand towel and left to find Erik. She called out his name once or twice, rounded a corner and found him. She smiled and started to speak, when she was interrupted by her stomach rumbling - making her blush. "Um..." she laughed uncomfortably. "Excuse me," she said, trying to dismiss the occurrence. "Sorry, um, you said you wanted to talk?" She interrupted herself before Erik could speak. "I just wanted to say, thank you for trying to do... um... what you did. I really... I don't think many others would have every tried. Um... thank you. Sincerely. That was... really great. What you tried to do for me." She suddenly felt very shy, and crossed her legs and gripped her elbows behind her back, coyly, probably poorly, she mused internally to herself, given her height, but there it was. She looked down, embarrassed in spite of herself and waited for his reply, hoping she hadn't embarrassed him as well.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

Whilst Lydia showered Erik wasn't really thinking, without totally realising what he was doing he had started cooking, preparing food for the both of them. It was something of a habit, he always ate when he came home so cooking was just habit. It had never even crossed his mind that as a Futanari this food was worthless to Lydia. It wasn't until he heard her voice, just as he was setting food down on the table, that he remembered. Futanari's could only feed on one thing. He knew they either couldn't eat normal food...or simply couldn't get any nutrition from it....he had never been totally sure really. He just looked up as she came back into the kitchen, smiling slightly. "Um...sorry....I just...sort of cooked without thinking...." He rubbed his head, blushing slightly as he thought about what she could eat.... "A-ah...um...yes...I did say that...." He rubbed his head again, then smiled lightly as she thanked him, slowly shaking his head. "You don't need to thank me....really...I just...I only did what was right....I couldn't let them keep doing that to you....it's horrible what girls like that do to innocent people...."

Erik slowly pulled out a chair for her, smiling before he went to sit down as well in another chair. "I.....it's pretty easy to figure out what happened. I...always say you with clothes on...thought you were a regular girl....everyone else did to. I knew the whole Hockey team was staying in the girls dorms..." He looked up at her slowly, though blushed as he again noticed her nudity, glancing away. "I'd....guess they threw you out....and they probably took away all your things since it would've all been given by the government because they thought you were a girl. And um....well.....the government keep saying that they might....'assign' a futanari to live with me anyway....so um....well....I was wondering if...well since you don't have a stable home right now.....if you might want to stay here now...? In my house? With me?" He glanced up at her again slowly, a blush and adorably sweet smile on his face.

"I've heard about those futanari shelters....what terrible places they are. I couldn't live with myself if I sent you away to one of those places..." He closed his eyes, slowly shaking his head. "So...if you want you're...welcome to make this your home. I have more than enough money...and the government pays for people to maintain this place....and with us both here we shouldn't have to worry. I just.....there has to be a condition. The school doesn't let you wear clothes and....well...I think it might be best if you're always like that. I mean...you have to get used to not wearing clothes anymore...and you can't risk accidentally breaking the rules or the laws, if you did we'd both get in trouble. So um....well....what do you think...?" Erik looked up at the taller girl again. There was a little more to the 'condition' than he was letting on, but he hoped he had done a good job of hiding it....he didn't want her to think he was just some pervert. Hell, until an hour ago he'd been a virgin.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Erik slowly pulled out a chair for her, smiling before he went to sit down as well in another chair. "I.....it's pretty easy to figure out what happened. I...always saw you with clothes on...thought you were a regular girl....everyone else did to. I knew the whole Hockey team was staying in the girls dorms..." He looked up at her slowly, though blushed as he again noticed her nudity, glancing away. "I'd....guess they threw you out....and they probably took away all your things since it would've all been given by the government because they thought you were a girl. And um....well.....the government keep saying that they might....'assign' a futanari to live with me anyway....so um....well....I was wondering if...well since you don't have a stable home right now.....if you might want to stay here now...? In my house? With me?" He glanced up at her again slowly, a blush and adorably sweet smile on his face.

"Oh... my god" she said, putting her hand over her mouth, stunned, shaking slightly. "I..." she stuttered. "I would love to!" she started to cry, put her hands over her face, not wanting to spoil the moment, leaned against the door-frame to the kitchen and took several deep breaths to pull herself together. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I just... I was going to have to go live at one of those shelters, the 'Special Needs Girls' Homes' and... Oh, my god, thank you so much!" she sniffed, choked a moment and padded, barefoot over to him and leaning down and hugging him, her arms around around his head and her head on top of her arms. Only after a moment did she open her eyes quickly, realizing that she was pressing her breasts into his face. She panicked momentarily, and then rolled her eyes at herself, amused by her own needless proprietary. She stood up straight again. "You are... all I could hope for in this situation, thank you SO much!" She was smiling with happy tears in her eyes.

"I've heard about those futanari shelters....what terrible places they are. I couldn't live with myself if I sent you away to one of those places..." He closed his eyes, slowly shaking his head. "So...if you want you're...welcome to make this your home. I have more than enough money...and the government pays for people to maintain this place....and with us both here we shouldn't have to worry. I just.....there has to be a condition. The school doesn't let you wear clothes and....well...I think it might be best if you're always like that. I mean...you have to get used to not wearing clothes anymore...and you can't risk accidentally breaking the rules or the laws, if you did we'd both get in trouble. So um....well....what do you think...?" Erik looked up at the taller girl again.

Lydia inhaled sharply through her nose and crossed her arms in front of her naked breasts. It was an odd request, but she could see the logic in it. Still, the question confused her, not because she couldn't understand it, but because she was having a hard time getting her finger on her feelings about it. On the one hand, it was obvious from his fascination with her body - she saw him stealing glances at her and staring when he thought she couldn't see - that he found her attractive. And this was... strange, to her. She had always been afraid of showing people her body, explaining this away by making it seem like she had an overdeveloped sense of modesty. Then, when she had been exposed, it was as if every square inch of her naked body was an indictment as to her inferiority, her criminal lies and deceptions... now, she felt... desired, and his shy, embarrassed glances at her made her feel... more genuinely naked than the devouring stares of other boys or the predatory stares of women during her first fully naked day of school. She felt... excited by her nudity in the presence of someone who appreciated the sight of it and had the modest decency to be embarrassed for both of them.

She decided to conduct an experiment and rolled her eyes toward him quickly, seeing him looking her up and down despite himself and quickly looking away when he saw her looking. Lydia giggled slightly, liking him more, and at the same time, clenching her arms around her breasts more intently, her thighs together more tightly, though this did nothing to hide her cock.

"Sure," she said playfully. "I can be your naked house-guest from now on," she grinned. "Pinky-swear," she stuck out the pinky finger of her right hand and sealed the deal. As they did this, her stomach grumbled furiously, demanding food and making Lydia blush an even deeper shade of red. "Oh... s-sorry..." she grinned, sheepishly.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

Erik was relieved when Lydia seemed happy, and then she started to cry, he almost worried he had upset her somehow, but then she started saying how happy she was...it made him feel happy....gave him an incredibly warm sensation inside. The knowledge that he had helped this person....had made her life better and saved her from a terrible fate. "O-oh I....r-really it's....well I wanted to help...and I...well..." He rubbed his head as she embarassed him with her praise, though when she walked over and hugged him he let out a muffled squeak into her breasts as they were squeezed against his face. So this is what they felt like....this was the first time he'd touched a woman's breasts. They were...soft...warm...this felt...right. Still, that didn't make it any less embarassing, and his body was starting to react to this kind of stimulation.

What she did next certainly didn't help either. He saw her seemingly examining him in much the same way as he had been trying to discreetly examine her. Damn...caught. But then she did something unexpected....moving her arms a little to squash her ample breasts together, pushing them up and out a little. It only made the effects her breasts had on his body begin to occur more rapidly. This time he couldn't really pull his eyes away from staring, not quick enough to avoid being caught anyway. Fortunately, before anything could be said about his staring, she broke the tension with a little joke, then held out her finger to him. Erik couldn't help but smile, slowly reaching out with his own pinky. He remembered doing this with his mother when he was a young child....doing it again made the house finally start to feel a little more like home. Unfortunately the moment didn't last, her loud stomach grumbling echoing through the kitchen.
"A-ah....oh um...you must be hungry..." Erik quickly looked away, blushing madly as he realised what this would mean. Between his legs, a large, a very large, bulge had formed in his pants, the boy slowly turning to face her so the bulge was sticking straight up at her, constrained only in the tight fabric of his pants. "I um....I made this food without really thinking...but...you....wont be able to live on that will you....? I um...w-well I....you sound really hungry so..." He fidgeted, glancing down at his cock for a moment, then back up at her. He was clearly a little too shy to verbally give her permission, but it was clear he wanted her to have her fill.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

"Um... I'm really sorry to put you on the spot like this..." she said, her hands behind her back, digging her toe into the kitchen's tile-floor. "Have you... ever... fed anyone before? I mean... with your... penis?" He responded, adorably, in the negative. "Oh... well..."

She squatted down in front of him with her hands on his thighs. "Well, I'll walk you through it," she said, now smiling up at him. "The first thing you have to realize is, even as big as you are, your not going to choke or suffocate me. You can go practically all the way down my throat and I should still be able to breath through my nose. Futanari are different like that from other women. Um... next..." she thought a moment, realizing she had never found someone nice to feed off of, and so had never told anyone how she liked to be treated when she was feeding. "Next, stroke my hair and don't be afraid to make eye contact. I like seeing your face and knowing you like what I'm doing for you, yes?" She craned her neck to get him to look her in the eye, despite his embarrassment, so he could see her smile. "Next, don't thrust - if you start fucking my throat, then you can make me gag, and no body like cleaning up futa sick from the kitchen floor, yes?" she joked, hoping she would make him laugh. "And... also... talk to me. My mouth is full, so it's up to you to keep up the whole conversation by yourself - but don't be like a dentist and ask me questions when my mouth is full and expect me to answer, yeah? Just tell me you like what you're feeling, that you... um..." Lydia blushed again. "If you think I look pretty with your cock in my mouth or... you know... stuff like that... um... Oh, and let me know what else I can do to help you cum. I'm assuming you masturbate? Would you like me to rub your thighs with my hands, or play with your testes or... I don't know, finger your butt hole, that sort of thing. Okay? Here, let me..."

Lydia slowly unzipped Erik's trousers, quickly rewarded by this little man's massive cock, springing out into the open. "Oh, my goodness! It's larger than I remembered!" Lydia smiled up at him appreciatively, cupping his massive balls, as if weighing them in her hands. "You could feed a whole household of futanari with these, Erik! Good to know if I ever bring a girl over for a dinner date, yeah?" she winked at him, playfully, tucking her hair behind her ear so it would be out of their way. "Okay," she said seriously. "Just... let me know when you're ready, yeah? And we'll, um, begin?" Her stomach grumbled in impatient protest again, making her bite her lower lip with embarrassment again, looking up at him pleadingly, hating herself for being so needy.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

"I...well....no I've never before....I mean....until earlier I'd never done....anything..." Erik blushed in embarassment, then swallowed nervously as she kneeled down infront of him, shivering as her hands touched his thighs. The touch was gentle....totally unlike Alice had been earlier. This felt....nice. He nodded slightly as she started to explain things to him, doing his best to pay attention as best he could, though it was hard to keep his mind on track. Still, he thought he had most of it down by the time she was done, nodding slightly. "Right....I...right......I um....y-yeah I do um....I do um....masturbate.....I...I um....if you could play with um....th-them and maybe...maybe finger...." Erik bit his lip, embarassed to ask, though he knew he shouldn't be....she was offering this after all.

Erik gasped as she freed his cock, his erection springing free so fast it flicked a little pre-cum into her face. "O-oh I...w-well I....guess it is big isn't it...?" He laughed nervously, then gasped sharply as she cupped his balls, large and heavy, full of hot cum just waiting for her to suck it out. "O-oh um....w-well if...if you want to....bring someone over that....that's fine I guess...." Erik couldn't help but like the thought of two futanari girls living with him, though the thoughts were quickly pushed aside as she moved closer. "O-oh....s-sure, go ahead..." Erik nodded and smiled, slowly reaching out his hand to run it gently through her red hair....red....he loved that colour.

The first thing he felt was her hot breath on his cock, causing it to twitch as she moved closer and closer. "A-ah....I...I know you're hungry...but...can you...go slowly? Or I...I wont last very long..." It was embarassing to say it, but with her he just felt like he could. The boy shivered as he felt her grip on his balls tighten slightly, her other hand reaching around to grasp at his firm little ass cheek, the tip of her finger rubbing gently against his ass hole. "NNnnngh!" Erik let out a loud groan the second her tongue touched the tip of his cock. "Nyaaa..." His tongue rolled out of his mouth, his head tilting back for a moment before he remembered that she wanted to see his face. Slowly he looked back down at her, his face already a haze of pleasure as her skilled tongue worked him, her lips wrapping around the huge head of his cock and beginning to slide down the throbbing, steel hard shaft. "L-lydia....o-ooooh...." He didn't just like what she was doing to him, he was absolutely loving it! "It....it feels....it feels....s-so good.....ah...y-your mouth is....s-so hot.....so wet...." It was hard for him to keep his hips still, but he somehow managed it, just watching in disbelief as more and more of his cock vanished between her lips and down her throat. "Nnngh...ahhh...th-that's....ooh yeah.....m-more...please...." Erik practically whimpered as he begged her, then let out a sharp gasp as she kept going, then finally.....finally her lips were against his hips, his entire cock in her mouth and throat.

Erik groaned loudly, both of his hands moving through her hair now, then let out a sharp yelp as one of her fingers pushed into his tight ass, his eyes going wide. Her fingers were bigger than his own, it felt different....good different.... "A-ah....y-yeah....that's....that's really good....nnn...." He grunted as her mouth pulled back a little, her finger withdrawing from his ass at the same time, her movements were so teasingly slow....then when he almost thought she was going to just let his cock slip out, she felt her moving back down a little faster, her finger pushing back into his ass as well. "Nyaaaa!" He leaned forward a little from the sensation. "It...it's so good....it...it's too good....I...L-Lydia I....I'm sorry I just....I can't..." He gave the gentlest of tugs on her hair, to motion her to move forward, trying to get his cock as deep into her throat as he could once more, before the dam finally broke, his inexperienced body simply unable to take the stimulation.

The first jet of cum was like a torrent, followed by another, and another, jet after jet of hot, thick cum pumping from his cock. More than was typical for most men or Futanari's, and somewhat better tasting to boot. Erik's hips twitched as he came hard down her throat until he finally emptied his full load, then slumped back in his chair, panting heavily, hands dropping from her hair to slump down by his sides. "O-oh god.....oh god....s-so good...."

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Lydia was intensely proud of herself that she could manage Erik - first that she could open her jaw wide enough without biting him, then that she could fit him in her throat. She could feel her throat bulging with the girth of him. She moved slowly. Sliding him down her throat all the way down to her craw and back again. When he came she felt him in her stomach - jerking her head down on on his cock. It startled her and made her panic for an instant, and she shoved her finger into his tight little butthole all the way to her knuckle. She was swallowing and gulping - trying to get it all down somehow. Until she couldn't.

She put her hand on Erik's thigh and pulled back, his cock still firing creamy jets into her. But the time she could get his cock out of her mouth, her throat was flooded all the way to her mouth - her mouth was flooded, and, with a gurgling, bubbling sounds, she popped his cock out of her mouth, a stream of cum pouring out of her mouth and onto her neck and breasts and the floor and her legs. His cock was still spurting its last bits of cum into her face, but it was enough to paint her face completely with thick, creamy whiteness. She coughed, falling back on her butt, held up by one hand, the other wiping the semen out of her eyes.

"That was... wow... Oooh, wow..." A peel of laughter. "You made cum come out my nose! You're a fire hose... oh, I was not expecting that... mmmm..." she was then busy scooping up cum on her hands and sucking her fingers clean. "Mmmm...! Oh, wow... you are sooooo good..." Her stomach was filled with and visibly distended. Still, she was gleefully cleaning herself and eating more.

She was sitting back, naked on his kitchen floor, dripping with, and sitting in a puddle of, his cum. "I'm going to have to take another shower," she teased - burped with a gurgling sound in her throat. Her cheeks reddened again. "Excuse me..." she said quietly, embarrassed. "Mmmm..." Sitting there, she leaned back farther, rubbing her stomach. "I'm not going to have to eat until lunch tomorrow..." she laid back on the floor completely, her penis was fully erect, her feet absentmindedly apart on the floor, spreading her legs to Erik without thinking.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

Erik looked down at her, still panting heavily as he watched her pull her head off his cock, then his cum spraying across her face, dripping down onto her ample breasts, his eyes fixating on them for a moment, watching them rise and fall as she took deep breaths, before slowly looking back up at her face. "I...I um....I'm glad you liked it...." Erik took slow, deep breaths as he recovered from the intense orgasm, he never felt an orgasm that good before.....he'd never cum quite that much before....normally when he masturbated he came maybe just enough to cover his chest, sometimes a little more, but never quite this much.

"W-wow...." He looked down at her, taking in the way she was now, face dripping with his cum, breasts rising and falling whilst cum dripped onto them, her belly swollen with his cum. "You...you look...wow....you...you really are pretty Lydia......" Erik smiled softly, then squeaked as she leaned back, then lay down on the floor, swallowing nervously as he watched her, his eyes fixated on her cock, slowly moving down from the head to the shaft and to her pussy, then slowly back up again. "O-oh wow....." He'd never imagined there would be a drop dead gorgeous futanari girl laying on his kitchen floor like this, dripping with his cum. And this wasn't going to be the first time.....oh no...she stayed here now...she lived with him...no...lived off him. In the back of his mind Erik couldn't help but enjoy the thought of Lydia being just a little bit dependant on him....needing him...but still, he wasn't one to abuse that power, that trust. Still....he certainly wasn't opposed to the....advantages.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

"Ooooh..." she moaned, rubbing her tummy. "I am soooo... full." She lifted her head up and looked around. She was lying next to the cabinet under the sink, and reached over, opened it, and found a horizontal paper towel roll mounted on the inside of the cabinet door, she took a generous pull on it, sending several feet of paper towels to the floor near the puddle of cum. "It almost seems a waste, but..." she began cleaning herself off with the paper towels, her bum, her chest and tits and face (where she hadn't already licked and scooped into her mouth with her hands). There was still a puddle of it on the floor, and she dipped her fingertips into it and then rubbed this on her cock, lying down on her back again, some feet away from the puddle.

"I really don't want to keep you away from your dinner, hun, but..." her face looked a little desperate as she started jacking her penis with the slick lube made from the leftovers of her evening meal. "Do you think you could help me to take care of this before you do - it's killing me, you made me..." she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, sounding amused but looking pained, feeling both. "You made me so horny with how much you seemed to be enjoying yourself. She was jacking herself with one hand and rubbing her vag on either side of her labia with the other. "Do you think you could help me...?" she said, an apologetic grin on her face.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

"W-wait..." Erik reached out when Lydia went for some paper towels, carefully grabbing her wrist to stop her for a few moments. "I.....let me see you like this a little longer...I....you look...so good covered like that...I...it's really nice seeing you...covered in my cum...it makes you look even more beautiful..." He swallowed nervously, embarassed by his little outburst. But even so...he couldn't help but stare at her body, dripping with his cum, subconsciously licking his lips without even realising it. He allowed himself to take in the sight a little longer, before slowly releasing his hold on her wrist, allowing her to clean herself up with the paper towels, though there was still plenty of mess on the floor. The cleaners were certainly going to be annoyed when they came tomorrow whilst they were at school.

Erik sat back a little whilst Lydia cleaned herself off, about to start eatig before she spoke up. "Hm?" He glanced back at her and blinked softly, tilting his head until he saw her stroking at her cock. "O-oh I....w-well um...I um...." He blushed madly, rubbing the back of his head, but unable to look away as she started to masturbate herself furiously. "W-well...since you asked so nicely...." He laughed nervously, slowly getting down onto his knees between her legs. "I've...never done this before...so um....you might need to tell me what to do k? I mean....I guess I can work....this...." He reached out to gently poke at her cock. "But um....everything else I uh.....I'm a.....novice...?" He grinned shyly.