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- Publisher: Deadlier Than the Male Publications
- Released Date: Dec 2, 2017
- ISBN: 9781370708642
- Author: Amanda Mann
Futa Gym
by Amanda Mann
Copyright 2017 Amanda Mann
Published by Deadlier Than the Male Publications
All characters in this story are 18 and over.
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Futa Gym was previously published by Amanda Mann, under the pen name, Tricia Blackwood. For this second edition, the story is nearly 50% longer, with increased character development and action.
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Excerpt Futa Gym Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Bonus Material: Futa in Heels Other Books by Amanda Mann About Amanda Mann Connect with Amanda Mann
Excerpt
"I'm a futa," she said, smiling. "If you keep sucking, it will get bigger." I looked back at it. I wasn't sure just what a futa was but I have to say, I found this very exciting. "A lot bigger," she said. I almost had to laugh. Where had I heard boasts like that before? Promises, promises...
I sucked her little dick back into my mouth, slathering it with my tongue. A generous portion of pre-cum gushed out and I mixed it with my own saliva for lube. I played with her balls, feeling them grow in my hand. I slid two fingers from my other hand up into her dripping snatch. When I felt the roughness that was her G-spot, I gently stroked it. Her cock grew so rapidly that it was pushing my jaw to the edge of pain. I couldn't even get the whole thing in my mouth anymore!
Surprised, I pulled back until it was out, just to get a good look at it. Uncut and hard, it had to be ten inches or more and as thick around as my wrist. I looked back up at Tonya. She appeared to be on the verge of giddy laughter. "I told you," she said, pulling me to my feet and kissing me. Her hard cock was so heavy, it sort of dangled, sliding down against my aching clit while she embraced me. I rubbed my cunny against it. Tonya laughed. "I guess I don't have to ask if you like it," she said.
She spun me against the wall, pressing her body to mine. She hiked up one of my legs and found my aching void with the thick head of her cock. She kissed me once more, pushing inside. I moaned, my eyes opening wide, briefly, in surprise and pleasure. Then I slowly closed them as she pushed deeper into me...
Futa Gym
Amanda Mann
Chapter 1
This will get me into shape. Then, he'll want me! That's what I told myself, as I hauled my sagging butt down to the gym. Hey, I was pushing fifty. Both kids were away at college and I was determined to reignite my love life. Overall, I didn't think I was bad, just a bit... doughy, I guess. A little tightening up here and there might just keep Todd from looking at the younger stuff and wanting me, again.
At least, that was my hope.
My head swirled as the trainer, a tall, beautiful girl by the name of Ciera, went through all the options and it turned out it was all a lot more expensive than I thought it would be. It'll be worth it, though, I told myself.
For the first couple of days, I was lost. I didn't really know what to do and I was a little intimidated to ask the trainers there, so I pretty much just did the treill. Boy, was I sore. By the third day, though, things started clicking. I had my towel, my water, and my phone, with headphones, full of music. I got into a groove. By the fifth day, I was feeling pretty good.
Then, I weighed myself.
"How's it going?" The voice surprised me. I looked up to see a very pretty, very fit young woman. Her skimpy, little two-piece outfit showed a lot of skin and left little to the imagination. I hated her immediately.
"I, uh..." I shook my head. I was so embarrassed that I wasn't sure I wanted to share this. Certainly not with a stranger.
"The first week didn't pay off like you thought it would?" she asked, hitting the nail right on the head. I shook my head. No, it definitely had not. I wanted to cry. "Hey, hey," she said, stepping in and giving me a warm pat on the back. I was surprised how much better that little gesture made feel. "It's going to take a little time but I've seen you here every day this week. That sort of dedication, that's the most important thing. Showing up. The rest will come." I smiled. "How do you feel? I mean, from the beginning of the week, until now?" I had to it, physically, I felt a lot better. "See?" she asked. "How you feel is more important than any number." She made sense. She held out her hand. "I'm Tonya." I shook her hand and told her my name. "I'm not a trainer here, though I used to be, back in the day." She really didn't look old enough to have a "back in the day." "If you want, though, I'd be more than happy to work out with you. I miss having company."
I was surprised that a young gal like her would want to work out with someone my age. "Really?" Then I thought, Why not? "I'd like that." Since it was Friday, we decided to start Monday. All weekend, despite Todd's indifference, I was excited.
I was there right on time on Monday. Tonya was not. Sadly, I made my way to the treill. I should have known better. A girl like her doesn't need... "Hey, sorry I'm late." I turned to see my new friend's smiling face.
"That's okay," I said, glad that she was actually there. "I was just going to warm up a little."
She was excited. "Then, let's get to it."
The energy and positivity that she brought with her made it all much more enjoyable. She was very tough, though, but also very knowledgeable. I was really sore by the end of the first day but I had learned a lot. She was very handson, too. If she had been a guy, I would have been very uncomfortable, figuring he was just trying to get his jollies by rubbing up against me. By the second day, I found myself enjoying her touch just a little too much. I began to wonder about her personal life. It wasn't odd to ask her, we had chit-chatted about me so much.
"So," I said, "do you have a boyfriend or something?" I mean, by her age – which I had found out was 25 – I was married and had both kids already. The way she looked at me, though, made me think I overstepped my bounds, just a bit. "Or... girlfriend...?" I added, timidly. She laughed.
"No, I just got out of a long-term relationship a couple of months back. Not really ready to get back into the whole dating scene just yet, I guess. Sort of flowing whichever way the wind blows, you know what I mean?" I smiled and nodded like I did, but I really didn't.
After the workout on Thursday, I told her I was feeling really good. "It's surprising because I could barely move after Monday," I said.
"That's good. You're getting stronger and your body is adapting." That made me feel better. "We can start increasing the workout." Okay, maybe not. She motioned toward the locker room. "I'm going to hit the showers. You coming?"
Shyly, I shook my head. I had been showering at home. I wasn't really ready to be showering in front of younger, fitter girls. She stepped in, speaking so only I could hear her. "Hey, I get it," she said. "But trust me, you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed about." It wasn't out of line, I had previously told her about my body issues. She gently stroked my lower back. "You are a very
beautiful woman." I waited for her to add "For your age." She didn't. "No pressure, though," she said, giving my arm a squeeze. "I'll see you tomorrow."
I was excited, barely sleeping. Why? It's just a workout. I tossed and turned, worried that I might wake Todd. During the first ten or fifteen years together, that might have led to sex. Now, it would probably just cause him to grumble at me. I was really looking forward to seeing Tonya. Holy cow! I thought as I drifted off to sleep. You have a crush on her!
In the morning, Todd walked in on me in the bathroom, in my underwear, as I was looking at my profile in the mirror. I was sure I could really see the difference. You know, Tonya's right. I was feeling beautiful. My husband almost ran into me. "Oh, sorry," was all he said. Oh, and a nice, chaste kiss on my forehead. What am I, I had to wonder. Eight years old?
Tonya was already there when I arrived. I ired the way she rocked her little two-piece outfit, knowing the kind of effort she put into her body. And I loved her confidence.
We got right at it, with me deciding to play it cool. I told myself that my feelings last night were the result of overall happiness – pride in what I was accomplishing – and nothing more. But it was obvious to me, right away, that I was fooling myself. I had to force myself to pay attention to what I was doing so that I wouldn't get hurt. I could barely keep my eyes off of her. When she rubbed up against me, or just rubbed my back, like she often did when she praised me, it was all I could do to stifle a moan of pleasure. When I was on my back, on the weight bench and she was spotting me, I quickly stole a glance at her crotch, wondering how she might taste. It was so unlike me, I've never had any sort of sexual interest in women before.
And now? Now, I was positively sopping. She was all I could think of.
"Great workout," she said, at the end. "See you same time, Monday?" I told her she would.
"Of course," I replied. "But I'm not leaving yet." She gave me a questioning look. "I have to shower first." She looked a little stunned at my revelation. I hadn't been naked around anyone other than my gyno and my husband in two decades but her words the previous day had given me all the courage I needed. She smiled. Did she look me over just now? I could have sworn she did. No, I decided, though. You're projecting.
"Great," she said.
Still, it was easier said than done. Todd's lack of interest over the last couple of years fueled my insecurities. But you get more time with her. And she likes you. Nothing will ever change unless you do it!
She was the only one in the communal shower when I stepped in, my towel wrapped tightly around me, covering everything. Tonya had her back to me, washing her hair. She squeezed it and I watched the soapy water cascade down her smooth back and over her beautifully rounded, firm cheeks. I trembled, my pussy twitching with anticipation for something I knew would never happen. I caught her turning and looked away, pretending I had literally just stepped into the shower and somehow hadn't even noticed she was there. She greeted me, warmly. "Oh, hey," I said.
I grabbed the towel to loosen it but paused for a moment. She's not going to
make fun of you. Just do it! I closed my eyes and pulled it off. I heard nothing. Good. But also, sort of bad. Nevertheless, breathing a sigh of relief, I hung it up and grabbed my soap and washcloth.
The shower was nice and relaxing and I almost forgot about my feelings for her. It was like how it was with my friends and classmates, back in school, after PE. Talking nonsense and loving every minute. I kept my eyes straight ahead, though. She turned to me quite frequently. I could see her doing it out of the corner of my eye. "You're really coming along," she said. "I can see it. Can you feel it?"
I nodded. "I can." Then I added, wistfully. "I wish my husband would."
Tonya chortled. "That's men for you. He'll wake up suddenly, in about three weeks and say 'Damn, baby. I forgot how fine you are.'" She did it in a deep, manly voice. I had to laugh, even glancing over at her smiling face. I'm afraid I let my eyes drift, ever-so-briefly, over her sweet, firm breasts and her smoothlyshaved womanhood. I blushed, turning away. "They can be so oblivious, sometimes," she added. They're not the only ones, thought I, wistfully.
"I forgot my back brush," she said. Huh? It was such a non-sequitur. I glanced over at Tonya. She was holding out her washcloth. "I forgot my back brush. Would you mind? I'll be itchy all day if I don't scrub it." She twitched around, dramatizing how she would look, being all itchy. I tried not to look. Tried, and failed, however briefly. Things were heating up, down below, and that wasn't a good thing, all things considered.
I smiled. "Of course," I said. But inside, I was just a bundle of nerves. I steadied my hands, taking the soapy washcloth from her. It was a little easier when she turned her back to me. Her beautiful, beautiful backside. I gulped, taking in her
gentle curves. Then, I steeled my nerves and started scrubbing her back.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, almost sexually. Maybe it wasn't but by this time, I couldn't help it, my already tortured pussy ached even more. I was wetter on the inside than I was on the out. "That feels so good," she gasped. It's not my imagination, is it? I had been scrubbing up, around her shoulders. "Don't forget to go down, lower."
I had been looking through her, around her, away from her. Anything to keep from looking directly at her. Anything to keep from feeling what I was feeling. This was a bad idea. But now I looked down, moving my hands closer to her lovely, rounded rump. I was looking right at her, filled with desire. Why? I mean, I had never even thought of another woman like that before. I hadn't even experimented in college. It just wasn't my thing. She's smart and confident and beautiful and she likes me. She's paying attention... "You're trembling," she said, interrupting my thought. Oh, no! "I can feel it." I froze, biting my lip, wondering what to say. "You're not nervous, are you?"
Tell her that you love her! Tell her you that have feelings for her! my mind screamed. No, don't, she'll think you're weird and you'll never see her again. These and a million other thoughts ran through my brain. She turned to me. "I..." It was all I could say. I was dumbstruck.
"I can't take it any longer," she said. "You're husband's a fool," she added, wrapping her strong, warm arm around my midsection. "You're beautiful," she added, pulling my body to her. Our wet, naked flesh pressed together, our breasts crushed on one another's, and she kissed me. My eyes went wide with surprise, then I yielded to her, closing them and parting my lips to allow our tongues to intertwine.
Chapter 2
Her hands were all over me, mine a bit less so, over her. We made out in the shower like a couple of teenagers while the warm water cascaded over us. Somehow, she got me up against the wall, playing with my tits and sucking on my aching nipples. She sucked and licked, whirled and flicked her tongue over them, driving me to new heights of ecstasy. It had been too long. My pussy throbbed for attention, creaming again and again, even though no one had touched it. Yet.
She moved further down, planting kisses on my tummy. I held the back of her head, stroking her, lovingly, and guiding her. "Mmmmm," I moaned. Then, I suddenly ed where we were. "Oh, God!" I exclaimed. "Someone might see us." I tried to pull her away.
Tonya looked up. "So?" That was all she said before moving down and nuzzling her nose into my neatly-trimmed fur patch. The tip of her nose touched my throbbing clit and I was done, nearly doubling over in an orgasm as she mashed it against my bud.
She wasn't done, though. Not by a long shot. Even as my climax subsided, she draped one of my legs over her shoulder, diving into my muff. She teased my clit with her warm, moist tongue, sending shivers through my body. She enveloped it with her lips, flicking the tip this way and that, swirling around the top. After she slipped a couple of fingers into me, expertly working my G, it wasn't long before I came again.
This time, I literally doubled over, shoving her head into me while I humped my clit against her mouth. I moaned so loudly that I'm surprised no one came to see what was happening. Thank goodness for the mid-afternoon slowdown. I gushed again and again into her greedy, gulping mouth. She drank up every bit of me until I gathered the strength to push her away. I could take no more.
She smiled, her lips and chin coated with my cream, as she stood up and took me in her arms again. She kissed me and I hungrily lapped up my own juices from her face. She leaned against the wall, next to me, spreading her legs. She motioned down with her eyes. "If you want to," she said.
I stepped away from the wall. I wanted to, but... "I've never," I explained.
Tonya smiled and put her hand on my shoulder, urging me downward. "I'm sure you'll figure it out," she said. "You might be surprised."
I liked the way her pussy looked, making a quick mental note to shave mine, too. Be like her? I thought. Why not? She's fearless and free. Everything I wanted to be. She slung one leg over my shoulder and I got in real close, breathing a slow, warm breath over her clit. Her lips were engorged, eagerly awaiting attention. Tentatively, I leaned in and gave her clit a long, slow lick, starting way back on my tongue and working it all the way to the tip. I liked how she tasted. I liked how she trembled even more. That, to me, was power.
I cribbed from what she had done to me, licking and sucking on the bud, scooping her cream from deep inside when she came. "More," she pleaded. I had thought about stopping when her orgasm subsided, fearful we might get caught. Or is it that you like this too much? "More," she said, repeating her plea so sweetly. How could I refuse?
Even though she didn't last long, I had already learned quite a bit about eating her pussy, the things she seemed to like better than others. I dove in again with more confidence and just about zero worry about getting caught. Actually, I no longer cared, dining on her succulent snatch. "Suck my clit, baby," she said,
running her fingers through my hair. "I have a treat for you."
I'm sure you do, I thought, wrapping my lips around her engorged bud. It felt just a little bit bigger and a little bit thicker than a minute before. I licked and flicked it while bobbing on it, just a tiny bit. I was pleasantly surprised to find it was indeed getting larger. Then, it got so big, it started to freak me out. I pulled back, shocked to find a small penis where her clit had been. What looked like a very small pair of balls hung just below. I looked up, obviously surprised. I could tell in an instant that she was used to this reaction.
"I'm a futa," she said, smiling. "If you keep sucking, it will get bigger." I looked back at it. I wasn't sure just what a futa was but I have to say, I found this very exciting. "A lot bigger," she said. I almost had to laugh. Where had I heard boasts like that before? Promises, promises...
I sucked her little dick back into my mouth, slathering it with my tongue. A generous portion of pre-cum gushed out and I mixed it with my own saliva for lube. I played with her balls, feeling them grow in my hand. I slid two fingers from my other hand up into her dripping snatch. When I felt the roughness that was her G-spot, I gently stroked it. Her cock grew so rapidly that it was pushing my jaw to the edge of pain. I couldn't even get the whole thing in my mouth anymore!
Surprised, I pulled back until it was out, just to get a good look at it. Uncut and hard, it had to be ten inches or more and as thick around as my wrist. I looked back up at Tonya. She appeared to be on the verge of giddy laughter. "I told you," she said, pulling me to my feet and kissing me. Her hard cock was so heavy, it sort of dangled, sliding down against my aching clit while she embraced me. I rubbed my cunny against it. Tonya laughed. "I guess I don't have to ask if you like it," she said.
She spun me against the wall, pressing her body to mine. She hiked up one of my legs and found my aching void with the thick head of her cock. She kissed me once more, pushing inside. I moaned, my eyes opening wide, briefly, in surprise and pleasure. Then I slowly closed them as she pushed deeper into me.
Tonya, my perfect little gym buddy, shoved her cock into me, stretching me wider and probing me deeper than I had ever had before. Todd had a very nice, thick, seven inches that was pretty good to me when I got it but this was something else entirely. I came hard again, Tonya holding me upright and fucking me with slowly increasing fury.
I was moaning almost constantly, her strokes were long and strong and rhythmical. I bit into her shoulder, trying to stifle my noise. Her body felt so good, pressed up against mine. Her breasts mashing mine, our rock-hard nipples poking each other. She had fucked me so much longer than Todd ever had. I had already cum again and I could feel yet another orgasm building up, deep inside of me.
Tonya was grunting in that tell-tale way. I kissed her again and again. "I'm going to come," I told her. "Let's come together." She smiled and nodded.
Then pulled out!
I gasped at the suddenness of it all, and again when she spun me around and bent me over. She took me fast and hard from behind, burying her mighty staff up to the hilt, power-fucking me right there in the showers. Whatever momentum I might have lost roared back with a vengeance. I fucked back at her fervent, relentless pounding.
Tonya grunted, gurgled, then grunted again, tightening her grip on my hips, her hot seed gushing into my hungry cunt. I trembled, then came myself, humping back hard and moaning loudly. "Fuck me, Tonya," I snarled. "Fuck me!"
She pounded me until I could take it no more and begged her to stop. She ripped her cock from me and I almost fell over from weakness. I was spent. She stepped up behind me, wrapping her arms around me, pulling me upright. She pulled me back into the spray of the shower, the cooler water shocking against my superheated flesh.
Tonya kissed my neck and shoulders, her slowly-softening cock nestling between my ass cheeks. I found myself grinding back against it, trying to get it back to life. As it hardened, it made its way deeper. I trembled when the shaft came into with my virgin pucker. I had never been fucked there, though Todd had wanted to, many times.
And he was smaller than she was!
Tonya licked my neck, then gently sucked it with her lips. Squeezing my breasts in her hands, she humped back. "Seems like someone's hungry for more." I was.
"What's this?" said a stern, feminine voice.
Oh, shit! thought I!
Chapter 3
I turned. I think we both did. Naked, I wanted to hide but there was literally nowhere to go. I could only be thankful that the young, stern woman who was standing there, arms folded, hadn't come in just a bit earlier. This was bad enough.
She was taller than either of us. Young, slender, black, and quite beautiful. I had gone from complete novice to a connoisseur of the fine female form in a matter of half an hour or so. I don't know why – I was pretty sure we were on the verge of getting kicked out and banned from the gym – but looking at her, the twitching down below came back. I had quickly reached for my towel but Tonya stopped me, for some reason.
"Come on, Ciera, knock it off," she said. "You're gonna give this beautiful MILF a heart attack."
The black girl smiled and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Just one thing... "What's a MILF?" I asked. Both girls laughed.
"Mother I'd like to fuck," said Ciera, deliberately, looking me up and down. An hour earlier, I would have hidden. Cringed, even. Now, I stood, proudly. "And how..." she added.
"We've had a lot of fun in here over the years, you and I," said Tonya. "You should us." I didn't wait for her reply, turning quickly to my gym buddy. "It's okay with you, isn't it?" she asked. I was dazed by the sudden turn of events but I nodded, just the same.
"Uh-huh," I said.
Tonya smiled. "She's a lot like me, if you know what I mean." Again, I nodded. Then she leaned in to whisper. "I'm bigger, though. It kinda makes her jealous."
"Longer, maybe," said Ciera. "I'm thicker, though." I turned back to her. She was quick, I'll say. But then, she had just been wearing gym shorts and a T. The shirt was gone and so was her bra. Her breasts were large and firm, looking even bigger on her narrow frame. My mouth watered, wanting to get on those nipples, ASAP.
Her breasts bounced as she wiggled out of her shorts and panties, slipping out of her shoes and ankle socks while she was down there. Even as she stood up, I could clearly see her thick black cock forming. I stood, nervously, wondering what to do.
SMACK!!! Tonya spanked me on the ass hard enough for me to jump and cover myself, even as I yelped. "Suck that dick, girl," she teased. "You know you want to."
To coin a phrase, just used by Ciera... "And how," I said. I held out my hand and welcomed her into the shower. Tonya came up behind me, putting her arm around my waist. She kissed the nape of my neck, then bent me over. I took the thick black cock in my hand, gently stroking it and feeling the veins ripple just below the hot flesh. I kissed it, delighting in the flavor on my lips, then sucked it in.
It was quite a bit thicker than Tonya's. Strangely, if I have to say, they both
weighed about the same. Heavy! There was no way I could fit it in even half as much as I had the first one but that wouldn't stop me from lavishing affection on it.
Behind me, Tonya urged my feet a little further apart. My cunny gushed at the thought of taking dick at both ends, at the same time. Another first! It gushed even more as she pushed in, again.
"UUUMMMPPPHHH!!!" I moaned, around the cock in my mouth. My eyes were filled with her beautiful, smooth, cocoa-colored flesh. I had only been with two people in my life, both white. Tonya's penetration pushed her a little more inside of me but it did hurt my jaw just a little more than I liked. I pulled back, using more fingers and tongue to compensate. Being so thick, I'm sure she was used to it.
I moaned, creaming as Tonya fucked me from behind. "How's that MILF pussy?" asked Ciera.
"Finest kind," answered my gym buddy. "Tight and juicy, you've gotta taste it." I was too into the scene to blush at the compliment.
Ciera helped me to stand upright and went down on me, while Tonya was still in me! It was a little awkward, given that we were in the showers, but it was incredibly amazing. She licked and sucked and teased my clit while I was being fucked and I came within a minute.
Even as my orgasm waned, Tonya pulled out. I gasped at the suddenness but Ciera stayed with me, eating me, hungrily. The way that she kept at me had me
in such a state that I nearly forgot about my erstwhile lover. That is, until she put the head of her pussy juice and jizz-soaked cock back against my hole. "Wrong hole," I said. But, thanks to the black girl's talented tongue, it only came out as a tortured gasp. Tonya pushed and instead of fighting back, I relaxed. One last first, I thought.
Ciera slipped her fingers into me and had me on the verge of coming again. I was too aroused to give any of it much thought. My virgin asshole was resisting, remaining tight as a drum. "Relax," hissed Tonya. Just then, I came and somewhere in my paroxysms and general, pleasure-filled light-headedness, she pushed again. To my delight, my asshole opened up and she was inside of me.
By the time I started to come down, Tonya was in me enough to slowly fuck me. Ciera stopped eating me and stood up, righting me a bit. She kissed me, sharing my juices as our tongues played together. I briefly sucked her delicious dark nipples, then she stood me up, even more. "Careful," said Tonya, pushing in, deeper. "You almost knocked me out."
My body was so loose by this point, the heat we were generating outstripping the steam from the shower. It took a little effort and some lifting on the part of both of them, but I soon found myself off the ground, sandwiched between two beautiful futas, their amazing cocks filling my holes.
I can't say how they did it nor do I really care. All I know is that it was amazing! I came again and again, kissing and hugging, bucking and grinding, fucked until I couldn't take anymore, then fucked some more. Ciera came, then Tonya right after. As they both poured their seed into me, I came, too. Breathless and drained, they finally set me down. I nearly collapsed but they held me up. "Voices," I said. It was the first time in nearly an hour that we had heard anything. We quickly turned in different directions, washing ourselves like nothing was going on. After all that, I was a little bummed, noting the water washing their disappearing cocks clean.
I wanted to taste them. Both of them. Now, it was over.
"We should hang out at my place," said Tonya, turning off her water and grabbing her towel.
"My place is closer," said Ciera, doing the same. I followed suit.
"You're coming, too," said Tonya to me, "aren't you?"
Thoughts of my husband and worry over what he might think were filling my head, threatening to drown out my lustful intentions. He was probably going to be mad that I didn't have dinner ready. Let him be mad, I thought. Hell, what if I don't come home at all? Would he notice?
I smiled. "And how!" I said.
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BONUS MATERIAL
Please enjoy this excerpt from Amanda Mann's book, Futa in Heels:
Excerpt
She pressed her mouth against mine. I closed my eyes and parted my lips, letting her tongue in. Her fingers pumped in and out of me, frigging me through a glorious orgasm, while she held me up with her other arm. When I was able to hold myself up on my own, she let go and walked to the door, sucking my juices from her fingers. I collapsed in the chair while she locked the front door, flipped the sign, and pulled down the shade.
She sauntered back, sexily. I watched her body, she walked with the smoothness of a lioness. She came around and knelt between my splayed legs. This can't be happening! She took my head in her hands and pulled my face to hers. We kissed once again. Oh... It's really happening! Her tongue was warm, wet, and knowing.
Her hands slid over me, finding my breasts and squeezing them. She undid my blouse, then slipped her hands around the back and undid my bra. With nervous fingers, I returned the favor and loosened her top. When I got it open, she reached behind and unhooked her lacy brassiere. I have nice, C-cup breasts. I've always felt good about them. Hers, however, dwarfed them. Real, firm, and with the most succulent pink nipples. As she played with mine, I tentatively reached for hers. I squeezed them gently, feeling their size and heft, marveling at how soft and smooth her skin was. My thumbs found her nipples and I pinched them, eliciting a moan from her.
We kissed again, then she traced little kisses back to my ear, our bodies pressed together – breasts to breasts and flesh to flesh. Exquisite! Her hot breath tickled my ear, sending a tremor through my being. My pussy gushed anew. I could feel my juices leaking...
Futa in Heels: My First Lesbian and Trans Adventure
by Amanda Mann
I find it hard to believe that there are a lot of people who think a couple of hundred dollars is nothing. Nobody fixes anything anymore because a replacement "only" cost a hundred dollars. Or two. I'll tell you, though, that's not anyone in my family, that's for sure.
We never really had anything "new" that was genuinely new. Except for food, I suppose. Everything else was handed down, donated, bought at the Goodwill, or off of Craigslist. I grew up never having an actual new piece of clothing unless it was given to me by a friend at one of the few birthday parties my family could afford to throw me when I was younger. Sometimes I would score something really cool, second-hand – usually out of luck – and the other kids at school would compliment me on my outfit. Most times, though, not so much. Most times, though, they were just cruel.
I was trying hard to break the cycle that had enslaved generations of my family. I was going to junior college part time and working full time. I rode the bus to and from everywhere whenever I couldn't get a ride, which was most of the time. Yeah, I was pretty enough – or at least female – to get offered rides from dudes
but they always wanted something in return. For forty bucks a month I didn't have to risk carpal tunnel syndrome, lockjaw, or getting attacked. All-in-all, public transportation seemed like a good deal.
The bus stop for the route home was right in front of this boutique shoe store. Every night was pretty much torture, as I looked at the display in the front window. There are two kinds of people in this world. Those who understand what shoes mean to a woman and those who are just ignorant about life. About everything. There was one pair of heels in particular. I just had to have them. I came to the conclusion that wearing them could change my life.
It's not bad when you do the math. Life change, $189.99.
Plus tax.
So, five nights a week, I stared into that window and every day I managed to put just a little more away. I scrimped, saved, and cut back everywhere I could. I early on when I was looking in the window, a woman came out of the store. Usually, the place was already closed. I figured she worked there or maybe even owned it.
She was beautiful. A tall and slender blonde. Great body, large breasts, a tight dress that showed her perfect curves to perfection, and the longest, shapeliest legs I've ever seen. Like movie star quality. And, of course, an incredibly beautiful pair of heels. Not the $200 kind, either. Probably two or three times that. Actually, my eyes went right for the shoes and then I slowly worked them up, taking everything in. When I got up to her beautiful, symmetric face, she was looking right at me. She smiled and said, "Hi." I got really self-conscious, mumbled something only remotely sounding like a response, and walked away, beet red. Of course, I had to come back when the coast was clear. I still had a bus
to catch to get home.
I didn't see her again after that. In my mind, she was my ideal. THAT'S who I wanted to be like. For all I knew, she was just like me at one point until she realized you had to "dress for success," as the saying goes. After that, I had dreams about her where we were friends. Later, we were more than friends. That was strange because while I wasn't exactly a virgin, I was where women were concerned. Okay, I kissed a girl at a party two summers back but it was just a dare and I didn't really like it.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to break the $150 mark. Every time I got close, something would come up and I'd have to take out ten or twenty bucks. One time, it was forty. At that rate, I was never going to get those heels. I finally decided what I needed to do was to go into the store and just touch them or something. Make them more real in my mind so I would try harder. I stuffed all $148 and change into the nicer of my two purses, put on the best skirt and blouse I had, my good shoes, and rode the bus down there on my day off.
Then I marched up and down the street, two doors down, trying to get the courage up to actually go in. More than anything, I didn't want to be judged. I had been judged all my life and I don't think I could have handled it at the shoe store, too, if it happened. Especially if she was in there. That would break my heart. Finally, I screwed up enough courage and went inside.
There she was, my blonde goddess. It had been nearly three months since I had seen her that one time. Inside the well-lit store, smelling faintly of lavender, with soft music in the background, I instantly realized that none of my dreams or fantasies had done her justice.
I'm five-six and I think that's pretty good. I think she towered over me by half a
foot. Everything about her was perfect. Every wavy long blonde hair was in place and her teeth were so white, shiny, and perfect, making the red of her lipstick on her lush, symmetrical lips pop against them. Her body was trim and athletic. Because of what she was wearing, I couldn't see but I just knew that she had a thigh gap. I did, too, but mostly because we didn't have enough money for food, not because I ate right and worked at it. "Hello, and welcome," she said, her voice so soft and lilting. It was music to my ears. "How may I help you today?" She smiled, waiting for my response.
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Making Ally series Making Ally: The Feminization of Al, Book 1 (feminization, pegging) Making Ally: The Feminization of Al, Book 2 (feminization, interracial, exhibitionism) Making Ally: The Feminization of Al, Book 3 (feminization, interracial, menage)
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Excerpt
"I'm a futa," she said, smiling. "If you keep sucking, it will get bigger." I looked back at it. I wasn't sure just what a futa was but I have to say, I found this very exciting. "A lot bigger," she said. I almost had to laugh. Where had I heard boasts like that before? Promises, promises...
I sucked her little dick back into my mouth, slathering it with my tongue. A generous portion of pre-cum gushed out and I mixed it with my own saliva for lube. I played with her balls, feeling them grow in my hand. I slid two fingers from my other hand up into her dripping snatch. When I felt the roughness that was her G-spot, I gently stroked it. Her cock grew so rapidly that it was pushing my jaw to the edge of pain. I couldn't even get the whole thing in my mouth anymore!
Surprised, I pulled back until it was out, just to get a good look at it. Uncut and hard, it had to be ten inches or more and as thick around as my wrist. I looked back up at Tonya. She appeared to be on the verge of giddy laughter. "I told you," she said, pulling me to my feet and kissing me. Her hard cock was so heavy, it sort of dangled, sliding down against my aching clit while she embraced me. I rubbed my cunny against it. Tonya laughed. "I guess I don't have to ask if you like it," she said.
She spun me against the wall, pressing her body to mine. She hiked up one of my legs and found my aching void with the thick head of her cock. She kissed me once more, pushing inside. I moaned, my eyes opening wide, briefly, in surprise and pleasure. Then I slowly closed them as she pushed deeper into me...
Futa Gym
Amanda Mann
Chapter 1
This will get me into shape. Then, he'll want me! That's what I told myself, as I hauled my sagging butt down to the gym. Hey, I was pushing fifty. Both kids were away at college and I was determined to reignite my love life. Overall, I didn't think I was bad, just a bit... doughy, I guess. A little tightening up here and there might just keep Todd from looking at the younger stuff and wanting me, again.
At least, that was my hope.
My head swirled as the trainer, a tall, beautiful girl by the name of Ciera, went through all the options and it turned out it was all a lot more expensive than I thought it would be. It'll be worth it, though, I told myself.
For the first couple of days, I was lost. I didn't really know what to do and I was a little intimidated to ask the trainers there, so I pretty much just did the treill. Boy, was I sore. By the third day, though, things started clicking. I had my towel, my water, and my phone, with headphones, full of music. I got into a groove. By the fifth day, I was feeling pretty good.
Then, I weighed myself.
"How's it going?" The voice surprised me. I looked up to see a very pretty, very fit young woman. Her skimpy, little two-piece outfit showed a lot of skin and left little to the imagination. I hated her immediately.
"I, uh..." I shook my head. I was so embarrassed that I wasn't sure I wanted to share this. Certainly not with a stranger.
"The first week didn't pay off like you thought it would?" she asked, hitting the nail right on the head. I shook my head. No, it definitely had not. I wanted to cry. "Hey, hey," she said, stepping in and giving me a warm pat on the back. I was surprised how much better that little gesture made feel. "It's going to take a little time but I've seen you here every day this week. That sort of dedication, that's the most important thing. Showing up. The rest will come." I smiled. "How do you feel? I mean, from the beginning of the week, until now?" I had to it, physically, I felt a lot better. "See?" she asked. "How you feel is more important than any number." She made sense. She held out her hand. "I'm Tonya." I shook her hand and told her my name. "I'm not a trainer here, though I used to be, back in the day." She really didn't look old enough to have a "back in the day." "If you want, though, I'd be more than happy to work out with you. I miss having company."
I was surprised that a young gal like her would want to work out with someone my age. "Really?" Then I thought, Why not? "I'd like that." Since it was Friday, we decided to start Monday. All weekend, despite Todd's indifference, I was excited.
I was there right on time on Monday. Tonya was not. Sadly, I made my way to the treill. I should have known better. A girl like her doesn't need... "Hey, sorry I'm late." I turned to see my new friend's smiling face.
"That's okay," I said, glad that she was actually there. "I was just going to warm up a little."
She was excited. "Then, let's get to it."
The energy and positivity that she brought with her made it all much more enjoyable. She was very tough, though, but also very knowledgeable. I was really sore by the end of the first day but I had learned a lot. She was very handson, too. If she had been a guy, I would have been very uncomfortable, figuring he was just trying to get his jollies by rubbing up against me. By the second day, I found myself enjoying her touch just a little too much. I began to wonder about her personal life. It wasn't odd to ask her, we had chit-chatted about me so much.
"So," I said, "do you have a boyfriend or something?" I mean, by her age – which I had found out was 25 – I was married and had both kids already. The way she looked at me, though, made me think I overstepped my bounds, just a bit. "Or... girlfriend...?" I added, timidly. She laughed.
"No, I just got out of a long-term relationship a couple of months back. Not really ready to get back into the whole dating scene just yet, I guess. Sort of flowing whichever way the wind blows, you know what I mean?" I smiled and nodded like I did, but I really didn't.
After the workout on Thursday, I told her I was feeling really good. "It's surprising because I could barely move after Monday," I said.
"That's good. You're getting stronger and your body is adapting." That made me feel better. "We can start increasing the workout." Okay, maybe not. She motioned toward the locker room. "I'm going to hit the showers. You coming?"
Shyly, I shook my head. I had been showering at home. I wasn't really ready to be showering in front of younger, fitter girls. She stepped in, speaking so only I could hear her. "Hey, I get it," she said. "But trust me, you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed about." It wasn't out of line, I had previously told her about my body issues. She gently stroked my lower back. "You are a very
beautiful woman." I waited for her to add "For your age." She didn't. "No pressure, though," she said, giving my arm a squeeze. "I'll see you tomorrow."
I was excited, barely sleeping. Why? It's just a workout. I tossed and turned, worried that I might wake Todd. During the first ten or fifteen years together, that might have led to sex. Now, it would probably just cause him to grumble at me. I was really looking forward to seeing Tonya. Holy cow! I thought as I drifted off to sleep. You have a crush on her!
In the morning, Todd walked in on me in the bathroom, in my underwear, as I was looking at my profile in the mirror. I was sure I could really see the difference. You know, Tonya's right. I was feeling beautiful. My husband almost ran into me. "Oh, sorry," was all he said. Oh, and a nice, chaste kiss on my forehead. What am I, I had to wonder. Eight years old?
Tonya was already there when I arrived. I ired the way she rocked her little two-piece outfit, knowing the kind of effort she put into her body. And I loved her confidence.
We got right at it, with me deciding to play it cool. I told myself that my feelings last night were the result of overall happiness – pride in what I was accomplishing – and nothing more. But it was obvious to me, right away, that I was fooling myself. I had to force myself to pay attention to what I was doing so that I wouldn't get hurt. I could barely keep my eyes off of her. When she rubbed up against me, or just rubbed my back, like she often did when she praised me, it was all I could do to stifle a moan of pleasure. When I was on my back, on the weight bench and she was spotting me, I quickly stole a glance at her crotch, wondering how she might taste. It was so unlike me, I've never had any sort of sexual interest in women before.
And now? Now, I was positively sopping. She was all I could think of.
"Great workout," she said, at the end. "See you same time, Monday?" I told her she would.
"Of course," I replied. "But I'm not leaving yet." She gave me a questioning look. "I have to shower first." She looked a little stunned at my revelation. I hadn't been naked around anyone other than my gyno and my husband in two decades but her words the previous day had given me all the courage I needed. She smiled. Did she look me over just now? I could have sworn she did. No, I decided, though. You're projecting.
"Great," she said.
Still, it was easier said than done. Todd's lack of interest over the last couple of years fueled my insecurities. But you get more time with her. And she likes you. Nothing will ever change unless you do it!
She was the only one in the communal shower when I stepped in, my towel wrapped tightly around me, covering everything. Tonya had her back to me, washing her hair. She squeezed it and I watched the soapy water cascade down her smooth back and over her beautifully rounded, firm cheeks. I trembled, my pussy twitching with anticipation for something I knew would never happen. I caught her turning and looked away, pretending I had literally just stepped into the shower and somehow hadn't even noticed she was there. She greeted me, warmly. "Oh, hey," I said.
I grabbed the towel to loosen it but paused for a moment. She's not going to
make fun of you. Just do it! I closed my eyes and pulled it off. I heard nothing. Good. But also, sort of bad. Nevertheless, breathing a sigh of relief, I hung it up and grabbed my soap and washcloth.
The shower was nice and relaxing and I almost forgot about my feelings for her. It was like how it was with my friends and classmates, back in school, after PE. Talking nonsense and loving every minute. I kept my eyes straight ahead, though. She turned to me quite frequently. I could see her doing it out of the corner of my eye. "You're really coming along," she said. "I can see it. Can you feel it?"
I nodded. "I can." Then I added, wistfully. "I wish my husband would."
Tonya chortled. "That's men for you. He'll wake up suddenly, in about three weeks and say 'Damn, baby. I forgot how fine you are.'" She did it in a deep, manly voice. I had to laugh, even glancing over at her smiling face. I'm afraid I let my eyes drift, ever-so-briefly, over her sweet, firm breasts and her smoothlyshaved womanhood. I blushed, turning away. "They can be so oblivious, sometimes," she added. They're not the only ones, thought I, wistfully.
"I forgot my back brush," she said. Huh? It was such a non-sequitur. I glanced over at Tonya. She was holding out her washcloth. "I forgot my back brush. Would you mind? I'll be itchy all day if I don't scrub it." She twitched around, dramatizing how she would look, being all itchy. I tried not to look. Tried, and failed, however briefly. Things were heating up, down below, and that wasn't a good thing, all things considered.
I smiled. "Of course," I said. But inside, I was just a bundle of nerves. I steadied my hands, taking the soapy washcloth from her. It was a little easier when she turned her back to me. Her beautiful, beautiful backside. I gulped, taking in her
gentle curves. Then, I steeled my nerves and started scrubbing her back.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, almost sexually. Maybe it wasn't but by this time, I couldn't help it, my already tortured pussy ached even more. I was wetter on the inside than I was on the out. "That feels so good," she gasped. It's not my imagination, is it? I had been scrubbing up, around her shoulders. "Don't forget to go down, lower."
I had been looking through her, around her, away from her. Anything to keep from looking directly at her. Anything to keep from feeling what I was feeling. This was a bad idea. But now I looked down, moving my hands closer to her lovely, rounded rump. I was looking right at her, filled with desire. Why? I mean, I had never even thought of another woman like that before. I hadn't even experimented in college. It just wasn't my thing. She's smart and confident and beautiful and she likes me. She's paying attention... "You're trembling," she said, interrupting my thought. Oh, no! "I can feel it." I froze, biting my lip, wondering what to say. "You're not nervous, are you?"
Tell her that you love her! Tell her you that have feelings for her! my mind screamed. No, don't, she'll think you're weird and you'll never see her again. These and a million other thoughts ran through my brain. She turned to me. "I..." It was all I could say. I was dumbstruck.
"I can't take it any longer," she said. "You're husband's a fool," she added, wrapping her strong, warm arm around my midsection. "You're beautiful," she added, pulling my body to her. Our wet, naked flesh pressed together, our breasts crushed on one another's, and she kissed me. My eyes went wide with surprise, then I yielded to her, closing them and parting my lips to allow our tongues to intertwine.
Chapter 2
Her hands were all over me, mine a bit less so, over her. We made out in the shower like a couple of teenagers while the warm water cascaded over us. Somehow, she got me up against the wall, playing with my tits and sucking on my aching nipples. She sucked and licked, whirled and flicked her tongue over them, driving me to new heights of ecstasy. It had been too long. My pussy throbbed for attention, creaming again and again, even though no one had touched it. Yet.
She moved further down, planting kisses on my tummy. I held the back of her head, stroking her, lovingly, and guiding her. "Mmmmm," I moaned. Then, I suddenly ed where we were. "Oh, God!" I exclaimed. "Someone might see us." I tried to pull her away.
Tonya looked up. "So?" That was all she said before moving down and nuzzling her nose into my neatly-trimmed fur patch. The tip of her nose touched my throbbing clit and I was done, nearly doubling over in an orgasm as she mashed it against my bud.
She wasn't done, though. Not by a long shot. Even as my climax subsided, she draped one of my legs over her shoulder, diving into my muff. She teased my clit with her warm, moist tongue, sending shivers through my body. She enveloped it with her lips, flicking the tip this way and that, swirling around the top. After she slipped a couple of fingers into me, expertly working my G, it wasn't long before I came again.
This time, I literally doubled over, shoving her head into me while I humped my clit against her mouth. I moaned so loudly that I'm surprised no one came to see what was happening. Thank goodness for the mid-afternoon slowdown. I gushed again and again into her greedy, gulping mouth. She drank up every bit of me until I gathered the strength to push her away. I could take no more.
She smiled, her lips and chin coated with my cream, as she stood up and took me in her arms again. She kissed me and I hungrily lapped up my own juices from her face. She leaned against the wall, next to me, spreading her legs. She motioned down with her eyes. "If you want to," she said.
I stepped away from the wall. I wanted to, but... "I've never," I explained.
Tonya smiled and put her hand on my shoulder, urging me downward. "I'm sure you'll figure it out," she said. "You might be surprised."
I liked the way her pussy looked, making a quick mental note to shave mine, too. Be like her? I thought. Why not? She's fearless and free. Everything I wanted to be. She slung one leg over my shoulder and I got in real close, breathing a slow, warm breath over her clit. Her lips were engorged, eagerly awaiting attention. Tentatively, I leaned in and gave her clit a long, slow lick, starting way back on my tongue and working it all the way to the tip. I liked how she tasted. I liked how she trembled even more. That, to me, was power.
I cribbed from what she had done to me, licking and sucking on the bud, scooping her cream from deep inside when she came. "More," she pleaded. I had thought about stopping when her orgasm subsided, fearful we might get caught. Or is it that you like this too much? "More," she said, repeating her plea so sweetly. How could I refuse?
Even though she didn't last long, I had already learned quite a bit about eating her pussy, the things she seemed to like better than others. I dove in again with more confidence and just about zero worry about getting caught. Actually, I no longer cared, dining on her succulent snatch. "Suck my clit, baby," she said,
running her fingers through my hair. "I have a treat for you."
I'm sure you do, I thought, wrapping my lips around her engorged bud. It felt just a little bit bigger and a little bit thicker than a minute before. I licked and flicked it while bobbing on it, just a tiny bit. I was pleasantly surprised to find it was indeed getting larger. Then, it got so big, it started to freak me out. I pulled back, shocked to find a small penis where her clit had been. What looked like a very small pair of balls hung just below. I looked up, obviously surprised. I could tell in an instant that she was used to this reaction.
"I'm a futa," she said, smiling. "If you keep sucking, it will get bigger." I looked back at it. I wasn't sure just what a futa was but I have to say, I found this very exciting. "A lot bigger," she said. I almost had to laugh. Where had I heard boasts like that before? Promises, promises...
I sucked her little dick back into my mouth, slathering it with my tongue. A generous portion of pre-cum gushed out and I mixed it with my own saliva for lube. I played with her balls, feeling them grow in my hand. I slid two fingers from my other hand up into her dripping snatch. When I felt the roughness that was her G-spot, I gently stroked it. Her cock grew so rapidly that it was pushing my jaw to the edge of pain. I couldn't even get the whole thing in my mouth anymore!
Surprised, I pulled back until it was out, just to get a good look at it. Uncut and hard, it had to be ten inches or more and as thick around as my wrist. I looked back up at Tonya. She appeared to be on the verge of giddy laughter. "I told you," she said, pulling me to my feet and kissing me. Her hard cock was so heavy, it sort of dangled, sliding down against my aching clit while she embraced me. I rubbed my cunny against it. Tonya laughed. "I guess I don't have to ask if you like it," she said.
She spun me against the wall, pressing her body to mine. She hiked up one of my legs and found my aching void with the thick head of her cock. She kissed me once more, pushing inside. I moaned, my eyes opening wide, briefly, in surprise and pleasure. Then I slowly closed them as she pushed deeper into me.
Tonya, my perfect little gym buddy, shoved her cock into me, stretching me wider and probing me deeper than I had ever had before. Todd had a very nice, thick, seven inches that was pretty good to me when I got it but this was something else entirely. I came hard again, Tonya holding me upright and fucking me with slowly increasing fury.
I was moaning almost constantly, her strokes were long and strong and rhythmical. I bit into her shoulder, trying to stifle my noise. Her body felt so good, pressed up against mine. Her breasts mashing mine, our rock-hard nipples poking each other. She had fucked me so much longer than Todd ever had. I had already cum again and I could feel yet another orgasm building up, deep inside of me.
Tonya was grunting in that tell-tale way. I kissed her again and again. "I'm going to come," I told her. "Let's come together." She smiled and nodded.
Then pulled out!
I gasped at the suddenness of it all, and again when she spun me around and bent me over. She took me fast and hard from behind, burying her mighty staff up to the hilt, power-fucking me right there in the showers. Whatever momentum I might have lost roared back with a vengeance. I fucked back at her fervent, relentless pounding.
Tonya grunted, gurgled, then grunted again, tightening her grip on my hips, her hot seed gushing into my hungry cunt. I trembled, then came myself, humping back hard and moaning loudly. "Fuck me, Tonya," I snarled. "Fuck me!"
She pounded me until I could take it no more and begged her to stop. She ripped her cock from me and I almost fell over from weakness. I was spent. She stepped up behind me, wrapping her arms around me, pulling me upright. She pulled me back into the spray of the shower, the cooler water shocking against my superheated flesh.
Tonya kissed my neck and shoulders, her slowly-softening cock nestling between my ass cheeks. I found myself grinding back against it, trying to get it back to life. As it hardened, it made its way deeper. I trembled when the shaft came into with my virgin pucker. I had never been fucked there, though Todd had wanted to, many times.
And he was smaller than she was!
Tonya licked my neck, then gently sucked it with her lips. Squeezing my breasts in her hands, she humped back. "Seems like someone's hungry for more." I was.
"What's this?" said a stern, feminine voice.
Oh, shit! thought I!
Chapter 3
I turned. I think we both did. Naked, I wanted to hide but there was literally nowhere to go. I could only be thankful that the young, stern woman who was standing there, arms folded, hadn't come in just a bit earlier. This was bad enough.
She was taller than either of us. Young, slender, black, and quite beautiful. I had gone from complete novice to a connoisseur of the fine female form in a matter of half an hour or so. I don't know why – I was pretty sure we were on the verge of getting kicked out and banned from the gym – but looking at her, the twitching down below came back. I had quickly reached for my towel but Tonya stopped me, for some reason.
"Come on, Ciera, knock it off," she said. "You're gonna give this beautiful MILF a heart attack."
The black girl smiled and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Just one thing... "What's a MILF?" I asked. Both girls laughed.
"Mother I'd like to fuck," said Ciera, deliberately, looking me up and down. An hour earlier, I would have hidden. Cringed, even. Now, I stood, proudly. "And how..." she added.
"We've had a lot of fun in here over the years, you and I," said Tonya. "You should us." I didn't wait for her reply, turning quickly to my gym buddy. "It's okay with you, isn't it?" she asked. I was dazed by the sudden turn of events but I nodded, just the same.
"Uh-huh," I said.
Tonya smiled. "She's a lot like me, if you know what I mean." Again, I nodded. Then she leaned in to whisper. "I'm bigger, though. It kinda makes her jealous."
"Longer, maybe," said Ciera. "I'm thicker, though." I turned back to her. She was quick, I'll say. But then, she had just been wearing gym shorts and a T. The shirt was gone and so was her bra. Her breasts were large and firm, looking even bigger on her narrow frame. My mouth watered, wanting to get on those nipples, ASAP.
Her breasts bounced as she wiggled out of her shorts and panties, slipping out of her shoes and ankle socks while she was down there. Even as she stood up, I could clearly see her thick black cock forming. I stood, nervously, wondering what to do.
SMACK!!! Tonya spanked me on the ass hard enough for me to jump and cover myself, even as I yelped. "Suck that dick, girl," she teased. "You know you want to."
To coin a phrase, just used by Ciera... "And how," I said. I held out my hand and welcomed her into the shower. Tonya came up behind me, putting her arm around my waist. She kissed the nape of my neck, then bent me over. I took the thick black cock in my hand, gently stroking it and feeling the veins ripple just below the hot flesh. I kissed it, delighting in the flavor on my lips, then sucked it in.
It was quite a bit thicker than Tonya's. Strangely, if I have to say, they both
weighed about the same. Heavy! There was no way I could fit it in even half as much as I had the first one but that wouldn't stop me from lavishing affection on it.
Behind me, Tonya urged my feet a little further apart. My cunny gushed at the thought of taking dick at both ends, at the same time. Another first! It gushed even more as she pushed in, again.
"UUUMMMPPPHHH!!!" I moaned, around the cock in my mouth. My eyes were filled with her beautiful, smooth, cocoa-colored flesh. I had only been with two people in my life, both white. Tonya's penetration pushed her a little more inside of me but it did hurt my jaw just a little more than I liked. I pulled back, using more fingers and tongue to compensate. Being so thick, I'm sure she was used to it.
I moaned, creaming as Tonya fucked me from behind. "How's that MILF pussy?" asked Ciera.
"Finest kind," answered my gym buddy. "Tight and juicy, you've gotta taste it." I was too into the scene to blush at the compliment.
Ciera helped me to stand upright and went down on me, while Tonya was still in me! It was a little awkward, given that we were in the showers, but it was incredibly amazing. She licked and sucked and teased my clit while I was being fucked and I came within a minute.
Even as my orgasm waned, Tonya pulled out. I gasped at the suddenness but Ciera stayed with me, eating me, hungrily. The way that she kept at me had me
in such a state that I nearly forgot about my erstwhile lover. That is, until she put the head of her pussy juice and jizz-soaked cock back against my hole. "Wrong hole," I said. But, thanks to the black girl's talented tongue, it only came out as a tortured gasp. Tonya pushed and instead of fighting back, I relaxed. One last first, I thought.
Ciera slipped her fingers into me and had me on the verge of coming again. I was too aroused to give any of it much thought. My virgin asshole was resisting, remaining tight as a drum. "Relax," hissed Tonya. Just then, I came and somewhere in my paroxysms and general, pleasure-filled light-headedness, she pushed again. To my delight, my asshole opened up and she was inside of me.
By the time I started to come down, Tonya was in me enough to slowly fuck me. Ciera stopped eating me and stood up, righting me a bit. She kissed me, sharing my juices as our tongues played together. I briefly sucked her delicious dark nipples, then she stood me up, even more. "Careful," said Tonya, pushing in, deeper. "You almost knocked me out."
My body was so loose by this point, the heat we were generating outstripping the steam from the shower. It took a little effort and some lifting on the part of both of them, but I soon found myself off the ground, sandwiched between two beautiful futas, their amazing cocks filling my holes.
I can't say how they did it nor do I really care. All I know is that it was amazing! I came again and again, kissing and hugging, bucking and grinding, fucked until I couldn't take anymore, then fucked some more. Ciera came, then Tonya right after. As they both poured their seed into me, I came, too. Breathless and drained, they finally set me down. I nearly collapsed but they held me up. "Voices," I said. It was the first time in nearly an hour that we had heard anything. We quickly turned in different directions, washing ourselves like nothing was going on. After all that, I was a little bummed, noting the water washing their disappearing cocks clean.
I wanted to taste them. Both of them. Now, it was over.
"We should hang out at my place," said Tonya, turning off her water and grabbing her towel.
"My place is closer," said Ciera, doing the same. I followed suit.
"You're coming, too," said Tonya to me, "aren't you?"
Thoughts of my husband and worry over what he might think were filling my head, threatening to drown out my lustful intentions. He was probably going to be mad that I didn't have dinner ready. Let him be mad, I thought. Hell, what if I don't come home at all? Would he notice?
I smiled. "And how!" I said.
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She pressed her mouth against mine. I closed my eyes and parted my lips, letting her tongue in. Her fingers pumped in and out of me, frigging me through a glorious orgasm, while she held me up with her other arm. When I was able to hold myself up on my own, she let go and walked to the door, sucking my juices from her fingers. I collapsed in the chair while she locked the front door, flipped the sign, and pulled down the shade.
She sauntered back, sexily. I watched her body, she walked with the smoothness of a lioness. She came around and knelt between my splayed legs. This can't be happening! She took my head in her hands and pulled my face to hers. We kissed once again. Oh... It's really happening! Her tongue was warm, wet, and knowing.
Her hands slid over me, finding my breasts and squeezing them. She undid my blouse, then slipped her hands around the back and undid my bra. With nervous fingers, I returned the favor and loosened her top. When I got it open, she reached behind and unhooked her lacy brassiere. I have nice, C-cup breasts. I've always felt good about them. Hers, however, dwarfed them. Real, firm, and with the most succulent pink nipples. As she played with mine, I tentatively reached for hers. I squeezed them gently, feeling their size and heft, marveling at how soft and smooth her skin was. My thumbs found her nipples and I pinched them, eliciting a moan from her.
We kissed again, then she traced little kisses back to my ear, our bodies pressed together – breasts to breasts and flesh to flesh. Exquisite! Her hot breath tickled my ear, sending a tremor through my being. My pussy gushed anew. I could feel my juices leaking...
Futa in Heels: My First Lesbian and Trans Adventure
by Amanda Mann
I find it hard to believe that there are a lot of people who think a couple of hundred dollars is nothing. Nobody fixes anything anymore because a replacement "only" cost a hundred dollars. Or two. I'll tell you, though, that's not anyone in my family, that's for sure.
We never really had anything "new" that was genuinely new. Except for food, I suppose. Everything else was handed down, donated, bought at the Goodwill, or off of Craigslist. I grew up never having an actual new piece of clothing unless it was given to me by a friend at one of the few birthday parties my family could afford to throw me when I was younger. Sometimes I would score something really cool, second-hand – usually out of luck – and the other kids at school would compliment me on my outfit. Most times, though, not so much. Most times, though, they were just cruel.
I was trying hard to break the cycle that had enslaved generations of my family. I was going to junior college part time and working full time. I rode the bus to and from everywhere whenever I couldn't get a ride, which was most of the time. Yeah, I was pretty enough – or at least female – to get offered rides from dudes
but they always wanted something in return. For forty bucks a month I didn't have to risk carpal tunnel syndrome, lockjaw, or getting attacked. All-in-all, public transportation seemed like a good deal.
The bus stop for the route home was right in front of this boutique shoe store. Every night was pretty much torture, as I looked at the display in the front window. There are two kinds of people in this world. Those who understand what shoes mean to a woman and those who are just ignorant about life. About everything. There was one pair of heels in particular. I just had to have them. I came to the conclusion that wearing them could change my life.
It's not bad when you do the math. Life change, $189.99.
Plus tax.
So, five nights a week, I stared into that window and every day I managed to put just a little more away. I scrimped, saved, and cut back everywhere I could. I early on when I was looking in the window, a woman came out of the store. Usually, the place was already closed. I figured she worked there or maybe even owned it.
She was beautiful. A tall and slender blonde. Great body, large breasts, a tight dress that showed her perfect curves to perfection, and the longest, shapeliest legs I've ever seen. Like movie star quality. And, of course, an incredibly beautiful pair of heels. Not the $200 kind, either. Probably two or three times that. Actually, my eyes went right for the shoes and then I slowly worked them up, taking everything in. When I got up to her beautiful, symmetric face, she was looking right at me. She smiled and said, "Hi." I got really self-conscious, mumbled something only remotely sounding like a response, and walked away, beet red. Of course, I had to come back when the coast was clear. I still had a bus
to catch to get home.
I didn't see her again after that. In my mind, she was my ideal. THAT'S who I wanted to be like. For all I knew, she was just like me at one point until she realized you had to "dress for success," as the saying goes. After that, I had dreams about her where we were friends. Later, we were more than friends. That was strange because while I wasn't exactly a virgin, I was where women were concerned. Okay, I kissed a girl at a party two summers back but it was just a dare and I didn't really like it.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to break the $150 mark. Every time I got close, something would come up and I'd have to take out ten or twenty bucks. One time, it was forty. At that rate, I was never going to get those heels. I finally decided what I needed to do was to go into the store and just touch them or something. Make them more real in my mind so I would try harder. I stuffed all $148 and change into the nicer of my two purses, put on the best skirt and blouse I had, my good shoes, and rode the bus down there on my day off.
Then I marched up and down the street, two doors down, trying to get the courage up to actually go in. More than anything, I didn't want to be judged. I had been judged all my life and I don't think I could have handled it at the shoe store, too, if it happened. Especially if she was in there. That would break my heart. Finally, I screwed up enough courage and went inside.
There she was, my blonde goddess. It had been nearly three months since I had seen her that one time. Inside the well-lit store, smelling faintly of lavender, with soft music in the background, I instantly realized that none of my dreams or fantasies had done her justice.
I'm five-six and I think that's pretty good. I think she towered over me by half a
foot. Everything about her was perfect. Every wavy long blonde hair was in place and her teeth were so white, shiny, and perfect, making the red of her lipstick on her lush, symmetrical lips pop against them. Her body was trim and athletic. Because of what she was wearing, I couldn't see but I just knew that she had a thigh gap. I did, too, but mostly because we didn't have enough money for food, not because I ate right and worked at it. "Hello, and welcome," she said, her voice so soft and lilting. It was music to my ears. "How may I help you today?" She smiled, waiting for my response.
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FUTANARI Feminized by a Futa anthology series Duet Sweetly (Feminized by a Futa) Summer Dress (Feminized by a Futa)
STANDALONE TITLES: Futawise (lesbian, trans, futa on female, futas on male, gangbang) Amityville Futa Futa Mummy Unwrapped Futa Bride (lesbian, trans) Futa Gym (lesbian, MILF, trans) Futa in Diamonds (lesbian, interracial, cuckold, trans) Futa in Heels (lesbian, trans) Futa Rideshare (lesbian, trans)
BUNDLES: Paranormal Futas (6 story futa collection, with Syndy Light) Superfutanatural: An Erotic Paranormal Collection (lesbian, trans, futa on
female, futas on male, menage, gangbang) Horny Holiday Collection 1 (Gay, Transgender, Futa, Lesbian, Feminization) Super Horny Holiday Collection (Gay, Transgender, Futa, Lesbian, Feminization, Interracial, Cuckold)
LESBIAN STANDALONE TITLES: 30-Love (lesbian) Book Club (lesbian) Football Widows (lesbian) Alien Probed (alien, tentacle, forced-lesbian)
TRANSGENDER STANDALONE TITLES: Beach Baby (transgender) Falling for My Bully (transgender) Quickie (Transgender) Femmed by My Best Friend (Interracial Transgender) In the Park (virgin, transgender) Mia's First (virgin, transgender) Caught by His Neighbors (Interracial Transgender Menage)
I Was Turned at the Costume Party (Interracial Feminization ATM) Caught By His Roommate's Boyfriend: Avery's Feminization (Feminization, Menage) Feminized by the Ex-Con! (Feminization) Santa Made Me Mrs. Claus (Feminization) The 50-Year-Old New Gurl (Transgender)
BUNDLES: Horny Holiday Collection 1 (Gay, Transgender, Futa, Lesbian, Feminization) Transitions: A Transgender Collection (Transgender, Virgin, Interracial) Super Horny Holiday Collection (Gay, Transgender, Futa, Lesbian, Feminization, Interracial, Cuckold)
FEMINIZATION
Making Ally series Making Ally: The Feminization of Al, Book 1 (feminization, pegging) Making Ally: The Feminization of Al, Book 2 (feminization, interracial, exhibitionism) Making Ally: The Feminization of Al, Book 3 (feminization, interracial, menage)
Feminized by a Futa anthology series
Duet Sweetly (Feminized by a Futa) Summer Dress (Feminized by a Futa)
My Wife Turned Me series My Wife Turned Me Into Her Sister (Interracial, Cuckold, Feminization) My Wife Turned Me Into Her Sister 2 (Transgender, Interracial, Gangbang) My Wife Turned Me Into Her Sister 3 (Transgender, Cuckold, Handball)
STANDALONE TITLES: Making Cassie (feminization) I Was Turned at the Costume Party (Interracial Feminization ATM) Caught By His Roommate's Boyfriend: Avery's Feminization (Feminization, Menage) Feminized by the Ex-Con! (Feminization) Santa Made Me Mrs. Claus (Feminization) He2She (genderswap, lesbian) Femmed by My Best Friend (Interracial Transgender)
BUNDLES: Horny Holiday Collection 1 (Gay, Transgender, Futa, Lesbian, Feminization) Transitions: A Transgender Collection (Transgender, Virgin, Interracial)
Super Horny Holiday Collection (Gay, Transgender, Futa, Lesbian, Feminization, Interracial, Cuckold)
BISEXUAL STANDALONE TITLES: Switch Hitter (Interracial, Bisexual, Menage)
GAY The Cruised Series Cruised (Reluctant Gay Gangbang) Cruised 2 (Interracial Reluctant Gangbang) Cruised 3 (Interracial Reluctant Gangbang)(coming soon)
The My Big Black Coworker Series Taken by My Big Black Coworker (Reluctant Gay Humiliation Rimming Piss Drinking) Taken & ed Around by My Big Black Coworker (Gay Gangbang Humiliation) Taken & Cuckolded by My Big Black Coworker (Bi Cuckold Humiliation Creampie)
The Cowboys & Ballers Series Cowboy Vs. Ballers 1 (Gay Interracial Reluctant Humiliation)
Cowboy Vs. Ballers 2 (Gay Interracial Gangbang) Cowboy Vs. Ballers 3 (Gay Interracial Gangbang)
On the Down Low series (with Anita Blackmann) On the Down Low 1 (Gay Interracial) On the Down Low 2 (Interracial Cuckold) On the Down Low 3 (Interracial Cuckold Bi Menage)
STANDALONE TITLES: Holding Cell (gay, interracial, menage) Best Man (gay) Freeball (gay) Tearoom (gay, menage) The Roommate (gay, menage) Beta Boi for the College Alpha (Gay Interracial Virgin) Snowballing (Gay, Gangbang) The Roughness of Strangers (Gay, Virgin)
BUNDLES: On the Down Low: An Interracial Cuckold Collection (Gay, Bi, Menage, Hotwife)
Taken By Strangers in Public Places (Gangbang, Humiliation, Interracial, Reluctant, Public Sex) My Big Black Coworker: The Complete Trilogy (Gay Interracial Gangbang Cuckold Humiliation) Horny Holiday Collection 1 (Gay, Transgender, Futa, Lesbian, Feminization) Cowboy Vs. Ballers: Trilogy (Gay, Interracial, Reluctant, Gangbang) Hard & Rough: First Time Gay Triple Play! (Gay, Virgin, Gangbang, Interracial) Super Horny Holiday Collection (Gay, Transgender, Futa, Lesbian, Feminization, Interracial, Cuckold)
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