Michelle walked into the supermarket, ready to fill her shopping cart; her cupboards and fridge were alarmingly depleted, so she was ready to tackle her long list. As she passed the produce section and sighted the cucumbers on sale, her body tingled with longing. It had been a while since she'd been laid.

With her slim body, brown hair, and perky 34C breasts, she had no problem attracting men. However, her tastes were a bit particular. Michelle loved being with futanari women.

Back at her house, Michelle kept a black book of all the futanari she had been with. When she couldn't hook-up with someone new, she always used the book to arrange liaisons with her previous partners. Unfortunately, it had been a slow week; all of the entries on her book were either busy, out of the country, pregnant, or newly monogamous.

She had just turned into the snack cake aisle, and when she reached for a jumbo box of zebra cakes, she smelled it. It wasn't really a stench, but it was strong, heady, offensive and exciting. There was a futanari nearby, and she could taste it.

Michelle was what was known as an F-Type. She was able to use her nose to detect futanari. Normal people couldn't detect futanari unless they saw them naked, or were around them while aroused, which was when futanari exuded strong pheromones to lower sexual inhibitions and heighten sexual arousal. Michelle could find a single futanari in a large crowd of people effortlessly.

She abandoned her cart, desperately trying to find the source of the scent. In her experience, there was a direct correlation between the strength of a futanari's pheromones and the size of their penis and libido. Based on what she smelled, this futa was the horniest, big-dicked specimen that she had ever come across. As she neared the end of her search, her heart was pounding. Her nipples were rock hard, and she could feel her crotch becoming slightly moist.

At last she found who she was looking for, but it wasn't what she had expected. It was a slim woman with blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing a t-shirt and blue jeans, and looked like she was in her late 30s or early 40s. Her face and body weren't something that guys would really go after, but she was pretty. Based on her appearance, and the contents of her shopping cart, she looked like a run-of-the-mill soccer mom.

Curiosity and arousal compelled Michelle to abandon her shopping and stalk this woman around the store. After about fifteen minutes, she checked out and exited the store, unaware of the young woman following her. Michelle watched from a distance as the woman loaded her groceries into a minivan and drove off.

Michelle never had any previous experience tailing someone in her car, but she was doing pretty damn well for her first time. The minivan pulled into a pretty two-story house in a cozy little neighborhood. Michelle parked down the street and watched the woman park the van in the driveway and take the groceries into the house.

Michelle had to admit to herself that she really didn't have a plan. All she knew was that she was horny, and that this futa appeared to be home alone. After weighing options in her head, she decided to just go ahead and knock on the door. The worst thing that could happen was that the woman could call the police. Michelle quickly exited the car; she could still smell the pheromones from yards away.

She made her way to the front step and knocked on the door. When she didn't hear anyone coming, she rang the doorbell. A few minutes later, the woman opened the door.

"Becca, you're early. I...I'm sorry, can I help you?"

"Um," Michelle mumbled. "I just came here to..."

"Wait a minute," the woman said. "Didn't I see you at the supermarket earlier today?"

"Yeah."

The woman appeared puzzled, but then she took a few sniffs, and her eyes widened with realization.

"You're an F-Type," she breathed.

"Yes."

Just as F-Types could easily sniff out a futanari, futanari could also detect an F-Type. Plus, it didn't help that F-Types gave off special pheromones that only attracted futanari.

"Listen," the woman said, conspicuously checking out the beautiful young woman. "I don't know what you thought was going to happen, but...I..."

Michelle said nothing, bit continued to bite her lip and squirm anxiously, rubbing her thighs together.

"Oh, fuck this," the woman said before grabbing Michelle and dragging her into the house. Michelle giggled as the older woman forced her against the closed front door and began raping her mouth with her own.

"I can't remember the last time I've had pussy," the woman growled, before sucking on Michelle's neck.

Michelle's eyes caught a few photos by the front door. In one picture, there was the woman sitting with a man and three small children. "Is that your husband?"

"Yeah, and let me tell you something: he loooooves getting futa cock up the ass."

Michelle was about to ask where the kids came from - futanari could only be impregnated by other futanari, and not males - but she didn't care.

"I want you to rape me!" Michelle begged.

"Ooooh, yeah. I like hearing you beg, bitch. Come on, let's go upstairs."

The slim blonde grabbed Michelle by the wrist and practically dragged her to the upper level of the house. Once inside the master bedroom, Michelle removed all of the clothes on her body.

"Yessssss," the blonde growled as she eyed Michelle's naked body with glee.

Michelle stood there anxiously as she watched the other woman unbutton her jeans and yank them down along with her underwear. She was a bit confused by what she saw, seeing a large pair of testicles, but no shaft. After a minute or two, she realized that the woman had tucked her shaft into her own pussy.

"I hope you're ready for this...OHHHHH!"

Michelle's eyes widened as she watched the woman extricate her penis from within her own vagina. She had seen a lot of penis in her day, but nothing like this. This thing was looking intimidating, and it wasn't even fully erect yet. It was then that she realized something that only a person who was a futanari aficionado would know. This woman was an Alpha.

Among the three types of futanari, Alphas were the most dominant. They had unbelievably high libidos, and the genitalia to match. She'd been having sex with futanari since she was 18; at 28 years of age, this was the first Alpha she'd ever encountered.

Just as she was about to say something, the woman became erect. The woman's loins immersed the room with a flood of pheromones that made Michelle's clitoris ache. She moaned as she fell to her knees, tears of joy streaming down her eyes.

"You poor thing," the Alpha said as she took off her shirt and bra. "You want to speak right now, but your brain's been turned into KY jelly. You can barely think."

Michelle's only response was to crawl on all fours towards the woman and start licking her penis. The woman laughed as Michelle used her hands and mouth to pleasure her.

"Take your fill, honey," the Alpha said, running her hands through Michelle's chestnut brown hair. "I'm definitely going to take mine, believe me."

Words meant nothing to Michelle as she continued to lick the enormous rod before her. The stinky, unwashed cock was the only thing that mattered to her, and she would obey any command from the woman it was attached to. She looked the Alpha dead in the eye as she sucked on her nuts and jacked her off.

"Good girl," the Alpha said. "You're almost as good as my husband when it comes to sucking cock." She sank to her knees and said, "Open wide, girl."

"AHHHHHH!" Michelle said dumbly. She let out a "GLURMPH" as the Alpha roughly rammed her penis into her mouth and down her throat.

The woman was not gentle; she grabbed either side of Michelle's head and began pumping her hips back and forth. She loved the feel of Michelle's hot breath against her abdomen. She bent forward and used her right hand to fondle one of Michelle's breasts.

"Oh, yeah, you're a fine specimen, dearie," the Alpha said.

She stopped pumping and leaned back so that she could admire Michelle's visage. The young woman's face was red and moist with sweat and spit. Her eyes were runny and red, her nose leaking snot, and her mouth was agape with her tongue sticking out like a dog's.

"So, my little pet. Want to suck my dick some more?"

Thanks to the futanari pheromones clouding her brain, Michelle couldn't even form words to say. Instead, she got on her back, spread her legs, and used her fingers to spread her womanhood open. With a pained moan, she wordlessly begged the futa to enter her.

"You stupid, horny bitch!" The Alpha chuckled. "You can barely think, much less speak! You want my big dick inside of you?"

"UNNNNNH!"

"Okay, you hungry slut," the blonde futa growled as she crawled on top Michelle. "I'll give you all of me...ohhhhhhh!"

Michelle whimpered as she felt the burly phallus breaching her slit with ease; it was good that she had made herself so slick beforehand. The Alpha's cock slithered further inside of her, making her shudder with delight. Her mouth gasped and her body shuddered as the blonde began to pump in and out of her.

The Alpha was impressed; this girl was able to take 5 of her 10 inches. She seriously couldn't remember the last time she'd had a pussy as good as this one. She looked down at Michelle's face, captivated by the stupid expression on her face. She was panting like a beast, cross-eyed, and her face was still beet-red. Her cock had clearly driven her mad.

"Fuck, you feel great around my cock. I should use some birth control, but I really feel the need to give you a baby. Would you like that? ANSWER ME!"

Unbeknownst to the Alpha, Michelle had already had her tubes tied. In her pursuit of a life dedicated to unprotected futanari sex, she had taken measures to ensure that pregnancy would not hinder her. Even if she could speak, Michelle's brain was too overwhelmed by the erotic sensations that assailed her body. It was as if her entire being was one big pussy for this woman to use.

"I forgot. You can't answer me. I don't care; you're the one who came to MY door! You're mine!"

The Alpha lowered her head in order to suckle on Michelle's perky C-cup tits. Further down, her rod felt as though it was delving into a swamp; this girl was so unbelievably wet. She had to have more.

Michelle let out a cry of anguish as the Alpha pulled her cock out of her. After giving her cock a few strokes, she slung her arms under Michelle's knees and drew her up so that her pelvis was slightly raised in the air. Below the girl's weeping snatch, she spied her pink, puckered target.

She had taken many a futa dick inside of her asshole, but Michelle still screamed when that tumescent, purple glans popped into her rectum. Below the pain was still an undercurrent of pleasure. Though she was still drowning in an ocean of lust, she was conscious enough to be grateful that her partner's dick was somewhat lubricated.

The futanari cried out with happiness as she began to ravage Michelle's asshole. With every motion, a surge of sexual delight made its way up her vertebra. She reached up to twist one of the nipples on her 34A breasts, causing herself to groan with pleasure. She could feel immense ocean of cum building within her dick. It wouldn't be long before she would burst.

"Oh, my sweet!" The Alpha yelled. "Oh, my poor nuts! I think I'm going to cum! I'm gonna cum inside your pretty little asshole!"

Michelle was barely able to register the verbal warning, so when she felt a surge of boiling hot cream blasting her insides, her mind went blank. The two women shrieked as they reached climax. Apparently, the noise was loud enough to prompt a dog outside to start barking.

The Alpha pulled her cock out of Michelle, smiling at the sight of her semen gushing out of her beleaguered anus.

"Whew! It reeks in here!" The Alpha said, rising to her feet. She walked over to the window, parted the curtains and lifted it open, uncaring that anyone would be able to see her naked body.

With the Alpha's penis now flaccid and the futanari pheromones being vented out through the open window, Michelle's cognizance slowly came back to her. She was able to register that she was lying on the floor of a futanari's bedroom. She could feel the fatigue and pain from having her holes explored by that mighty futa-cock. Though her body and mind were spent, she felt an overwhelming sense of fulfillment. This had been all that she had dreamed of.

The Alpha walked back into Michelle's view, that elephant trunk of a cock was swinging limply between her legs. She sat down on the bed and looked down at Michelle with a smile.

"I'm Betsy, by the way," the blonde said.

"Michelle," the young brunette said wearily.

"Listen, I feel I should warn you, but you should probably get the hell out of here. If you stay here any longer, then I'm going to get hard again and fuck the stuffing out of you. Besides, my husband and kids will be home soon. Shit, I gotta finish dinner, too."

Michelle staggered to her feet, looking like a newborn foal learning how to walk. Even now, she could feel Betsy's semen running down her thighs from both holes. She was beginning to think Betsy had the right idea in urging her to leave.

"I know this is crazy," Michelle said. "But, I'd love to do this again...after a few days of rest."

"Sure," Betsy said. "Now, please, get out of here before I rape you."

Two months later.

It was after sundown, and Michelle parked her car in the driveway of the Jones house. She climbed out of her vehicle, feeling a simultaneous rush of excitement and fear that caused her heart to beat even faster. She made her way to the front door and ran the doorbell. The one to answer the door was a tall, muscular man with a chiseled jaw. He looked down at Michelle with an expression that showed that she had been expected.

"Hey, Michelle," he said.

"Hello, Kirk. How are you?"

"Not bad," he said, as he ushered her into the house and closed the door behind her.

"Where are the kids?"

"At their grandparents' house," Kirk said as he reached the stairs. "We'd better get going; Betsy's feeling very anxious tonight."

Michelle followed Kirk upstairs and into the master bedroom. Inside, Betsy was lounging naked on the bed with a glass of wine. Kirk closed the door and joined Michelle in standing at the foot of the bed.

"Clothes off," Betsy said.

The two of them silently obeyed, shedding their apparel as the futanari woman watched and sipped her wine. Once the duo was fully naked, Betsy's cock began to twitch with anticipation. She got off of the bed and swirled the wine around in her glass. Everyone in the room could smell the pheromones filling the room.

"Now then, I think I want Michelle on the bed, lying on her back."

Michelle hastily obeyed, not yet under the influence of Betsy's Alpha abilities.

"Perfect." Betsy took another sip of wine. "Kirk, I want you on all fours on top of her so that she can suck your cock."

"Yes, my love," Kirk said. His dick slowly hardened as he walked to the bed.

Betsy smiled as she watched her muscular husband climb on top of Michelle and lower his cock into her waiting mouth. She could see the visible disappointment in the young woman's face as she sucked her husband's dick. Kirk was very handsome, virile, and a great lover, but he was still not a futanari.

"Now for the fun to begin, my pets." Betsy climbed behind her husband and pushed her fully-erect futa cock into his ass. In the mirror she could see his eyes roll as the lust washed over him. After being married for 5 years, she never tired of seeing his expression whenever she took his ass. Occasionally, he would fight her for dominance; literally wrestle her in bed for the right to take her pussy. He would win every once in a while, when he could resist the futanari pheromones.

Underneath, Michelle impatiently sucked Kirk's dick, waiting for when her new mistress would ravage her. Kirk was a very nice person, but, right now, he was in the way. In her head, she prayed that either Betsy would cum or get bored with her husband. There were times that she dreamed that Betsy would demand that Michelle move in and share her bed. She had it all planned out: Kirk could sleep in the guest room, support the family, raise the kids, and Michelle and Betsy could stay home all day and fuck.

Her mind was drawn back into the moment: the grunt of another woman, the moan of a man, and the feeling of cum spraying the inside of her mouth. She released Kirk's dick from her mouth, giving it dagger-eyes as it dripped a few bits of semen onto her face. She inhaled a lungful of pheromone-laden air, allowing it to cloud her mind with lust.

"Get off of my new toy, Kirk," Betsy growled. "Go sit in the corner while I enjoy myself."

Kirk slowly obeyed, his wife's semen still running down his thighs. Michelle's heart leapt with joy as Betsy came into view. Her body burned with desire as the smiling futanari leapt on top of her and shoved her cock inside of her anus. Looking up at Betsy, she knew that the blonde viewed her as nothing as a pleasurable piece of flesh to be used to satiate her lusts, but she didn't care. She would please her as much as her body would allow.

"That's right, Michelle," Betsy growled. "You belong to me. I looooove having a beautiful bitch that I can fuck and not worry about getting pregnant. Right, Kirk?"

"Yes, dear," Kirk said, standing in the corner and stroking his cock while he watched his wife rutting inside of the younger woman in their bed.

Betsy swooped down upon Michelle, licking, kissing, and biting part of her that she could think of. Michelle cradled Betsy's head as she felt her greedily sucking on her nipples. She cursed herself for not being able to make milk for her mistress. She wrapped her legs around Betsy's thrusting torso, wanting her to probe her deeper and harder. Though no words were spoken, Betsy definitely picked up on the gesture, become rougher and louder with every motion.

Beneath the mountain of sexual desire that her brain was buried under, Michelle was immensely glad that she had voided her bowels before she had arrived. This was not her first time having anal sex with Betsy. She knew after Betsy was done, she would have cum leaking out of her ears.

"Ohhh, yes. I'm cumming...here it comes! MMMMM!"

Michelle could feel supernovas going off inside of her. The ringing in her ears drowned out Betsy's howls. Michelle's clit burned as she climaxed with her. The room was spinning; in the corner, she could see Kirk sitting kneeling in the corner in a small puddle of his own cum. Betsy pulled out of her, but she wasn't done yet.

She staggered onto her feet, continuing to spill her seed. Michelle watched as Betsy's enormous pecker vomited love juice all over her; that might have been the sixth or seventh squirt. The next blast, however, was not cum, but a torrent of white hot piss. Michelle could feel the smelly urine shooting into her nose and dampening her hair. Betsy had never done this before.

"Well, that was long overdue," Betsy said. "I'm not sure if you know this, but I have just claimed you as my own. You, like Kirk, belong to me. No other futanari will have you, now that I have marked you with my scent."

Michelle was still too overwhelmed to say anything. She was in no position to leave the massive puddle of cum, sweat, and pee that she was lying in. She hoped to recover quickly so that Betsy could have her pussy next.

Her hunting had come to an end.