Important note: as always for futanari stories, this is a very crazy story! It is not for everyone. In it, you'll find something akin to transsexual transformation, anal and magic. There is absolutely NO bestiality in this story, but a well-hung futanari can certainly roleplay a bit, right? Edited by: Pope1944. Thanks! I've been drawn to Angela ever since...
Hanging his head, Dreyan moved to the corner and sat down, his eyes drawn to the activity on the bed; unable to look away he felt his own manhood twitch and a strange stirring in his loins. Watching on in amazement as the stranger slid his shaft from between Jassilynne's lips, Dreyan could see his wife's tongue swirling around the young man's shaft. The lord...
It was my second year at Western University and my first year living off campus. Freshmen were required to live in dorms for their first year and could move off campus after that. It was no really a sorority house, just a rented house shared by half-a-dozen female students. The twelve hundred a month rent was split six ways. It was a big old house walking...
PART I - Abduction I awoke feeling cold, stiff, and restrained?!!!... What the?!... Where am I?! The last thing I could remember was falling asleep next to my husband. Now I opened my eyes to a completely dark room; cold, damp and uninviting. I was hunched over in a sitting position, naked, alone. My hands and legs were tied to whatever I was sitting on and...
It's about 6:00 am and I'm laying quietly on my right side, facing away from my husband. While I desperately want him to wake up, I don't necessarily want to wake him up overtly. Twenty eight years as a couple and he has yet to awaken before me in the morning. I sigh softly and shuffle just enough to jostle the bed in the hopes it might rouse him. His snorin...
Sascha shivered with nerves and anticipation as she sat beside her Master in his sports car. Luke sped down the busy Boston streets, weaving in and out of traffic as he tapped his hand in time with the Coltrane sax solo that blared from the speakers. Sascha admired his profile, his straight nose, and his strong jaw. He was so incredibly masculine; every time...
Isola di Incantesimo. 1976. A stiff breeze, together with the rising tide, pulled the life raft onto the beach, where it slumped, lazily, into the sand. The man inside was asleep, or perhaps, unconscious, but the sudden cessation of the water's movement woke him with a jolt, and he stumbled to his feet. "Where am I?" he asked out loud, but of course, ther...
I am having so much fun these days, it ought to be illegal. My name is Francesca Magloire Beau. I'm a six-foot-tall, dark-skinned, big-bottomed and delightfully curvy black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I am a police officer. By night, I am a BDSM fanatic. I like to dominate other people. I rent an apartment...
My name is Eli Pierre. I'm a six-foot-three, kind of good-looking white guy of Irish and French descent in his early forties with short black hair and pale green eyes. I live in the city of Brockton in the state of Massachusetts with my family. My wife Denise Jacobson Pierre is an executive with an engineering company. Our son Jay is a freshman at Boston Col...
My name is Jill and I am a 55 year old widow living alone in Las Vegas Nevada. I stand 5' 11" and keep my weight at around 180 pounds. I wear a size 18 dress and my feet are a size 10. My calves and biceps are very muscular. I show off my calves and feet in high heel thongs and short dresses. I am in better cardiac shape now than when I was much younger. Eac...