by Ella Ford
I was acting on instinct now, navigating terrain that was both new and charted all at once. A woman’s intimate knowledge of herself, applied externally. It was an overwhelming experience, to be trapped there in this intimate prison. I felt a fire ignite in my midsection, a thousand desires emerging at once and vying for attention. My pussy throbbed and I wanted nothing more than to release my own pressure, but my hands were still pinned beneath Jenny’s firm calves. So I continued my assault on her pussy, stepping up my pace and causing this nubile, insatiable girl to cry out with pleasure.
Then suddenly, from somewhere else far away, Jodi spoke again. “Okay, now this doesn’t seem very fair on Beth and Kate does it? Jenny, Amanda, I want you to lean forward and get to work,” she purred and there was chorus of approval from the girls in the room.
“Yes, sister,” I heard Jenny reply from above me, her voice trembling and breathless as my tongue worked on her throbbing clitoris.
I felt her lean forward, raising her pussy off my face. Unwilling to let it escape, I wrapped my arms around her thighs and levered my head off the floor into position. This time, I sought out her hole and plunged the tip of my tongue into it, forcing myself as deep into her as I could. She screamed her approval and reciprocated by laying her mouth on my pussy and sucking my lips into her mouth.
My mind exploded! The sensation of another woman between my legs was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I struggled to process the waves of pleasure that rippled throughout my body. Guys had gone down on me before, but always reluctantly and never with any real skill or conviction. More often than not, I had faked an orgasm and sent them on their way, wondering what all the fuss was about.
Now I knew!
Jenny mouth and tongue worked on my lips and clitoris with a relentless rhythm, mixing pressure and motion in an overwhelming sequence of manipulation that made me writhe and squirm. It was intense, an endless pleasure that dragged my senses away from everything else and focused them on the maelstrom between my legs. For many moments, I forgot about Jenny’s sweet pussy and lay my head back on the floor, attempting to take it all in.
“Back to work Beth, don’t forget about your sister,” spoke Jodi, tapping my upper arm with her foot. I raised my head again and my tongue got back to work, fired by a new hunger that eclipsed my tentative explorations before. I felt part of a curious symmetry now, a sapphic yin and yang, and strived to match Jenny’s actions on my own pussy. I wanted the circle of our lust to be perfect, a ring of energy that flowed between us. As I worked, I pulled myself tighter onto her and felt Jenny respond by doing the same to me. With this, we became one and the furious tsunami of my climax began its unrelenting advance.
I felt it in my stomach at first, a surging energy that began tiny and indistinct. Yet it quickly grew and blossomed within my midsection, igniting my pussy even as Jenny devoured it. I felt the heat rising, flushing my breasts and neck, flooding into my face. As my tongue moved across her sweet folds, my breathing quickened and I panted my arousal in quick gasps. From somewhere else, I heard Jenny battling the same urges.
Our breathing became synchronised, gathering pace all the while. I was flooded with a sense of oneness, a joining of bodies, two entities locked together in perfect sexual harmony. The feeling spiralled out of control, amplifying the gathering climax and cancelling out any thought. Faster and faster I lapped at her, hard pressure on her swollen clitoris, and Jenny responded in kind, bearing down on my own pussy with a constant ferocity that matched my own. Quicker, faster, harder, I gripped her thighs so tightly it must have hurt and she coiled her arms around me in response. Too late! Too late! It became too much, I could resist the pleasure no more and it swept over me.
For the briefest of moments I blacked out as the orgasm engulfed my entire being with a furious white light. For that time, there was only pleasure, a supernova of intensity that felt so unbelievably good I wanted never to be released by its iron grip. Then I came back to the world to find that Jenny too had succumbed to her climax and had tightened her body around me. Driven by the force of the energy that coursed through me, I bucked and thrashed, thrusting my body upwards in a vain attempt to meld my flesh with Jenny’s soft skin. My fingers tensed and my toes curled and I felt as though I would never recover from the tension in my body.
And then it stopped. My body relaxed, every inch of me losing rigidity in a single second to collapse, spent and exhausted. My limbs went limp, loosening their grip on Jenny and falling to the floor. Above me, Jenny passed through her own maelstrom and rolled sideways to lay beside me. Our skin glistened with tiny pinpricks of sweat, cooling in the dim light as we returned to inhabit two separate bodies. I glanced at her face to find her staring back at me. Gone was the confident predator that had kissed me before. In its place was a look of serenity, of total satisfaction and fulfillment. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift off, totally forgetting where I was or what I was doing.
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After an unknown amount of time, I found myself dragged back to wakefulness by a rough hand on my head. I blinked to see what was happening and found one of the sorority girls grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me up to my feet.
“Nice show girls,” I heard Jodi say from behind me, “now for the next test.”
Before I could say anything, the girl holding my hair raised the black silk bag that I’d worn before and pulled it down over my head. Once again, I was plunged into darkness and left at the mercy of the sorority. The sweet taste of Jenny’s pussy faded in my mind as I frantically wondered what was next.
With barely a pause, I felt hands grip my upper arms and push me forwards. I fought against a fear of tripping and started walking, trusting that my guide would not let me fall. I managed to follow our progress out into the hallway of the house before losing my bearings and becoming disoriented. But the girl guiding me kept a tight grip and pushed me where I needed to go.
In time, she motioned for me to stop moving. A rough shove on my shoulders pushed me down to my knees and I sat back on my feet, a mild feeling of apprehension threatening to give way to blind panic. I heard a door close behind me and fought to control myself, to suppress the wild urge to stand and leave. I forced myself to think about Jenny and her skillful tongue, the way it had whipped me up into such a frenzy. I wondered where Jenny was now, or Amanda, or Kate.
Time passed and I felt my legs begin to tire of the kneeling position, but I held the pose obediently. For ten minutes, I kneeled in total silence, unaware of where I was or who was with me. Then suddenly, the door behind me creaked open and then shut. I sensed someone else in the room with me, a light breathing and the subtle scent of a woman’s perfume.
The bag was slowly lifted off my head, and for the second time today, I found myself struggling to adapt to the light of a new room. As my vision cleared, I found myself in a smaller room this time. I was kneeling on a luxurious rug before another open fire. This room was dim, lit by a multitude of candles on various ornate surfaces around me. Their flickering light caused the shadows in the room to dance.
I looked up and found that the only other person in the room was Jodi. She was sitting in a large chair by the fireside, her legs crossed before her as she stared at me intently.
Jodi had changed outfit. She was now wearing a simple black silk robe that covered her thighs and was tied loosely around her waist. Her legs were covered in sheer black stockings, and she wore high heeled black pumps on her feet. She looked amazing, a perfect sexual creature. I wondered what she was going to do with me.
“Beth, you did well out there,” she finally spoke, resting her chin on her thumb and index finger.
“Thank you, sister,” I replied, inwardly thrilled at the compliment.
“You did well, but you still have a way to go,” she spoke again, standing and moving to the other side of the room to a small table with a number of bottles on it. As she poured herself a drink, she continued talking. “You see, Delta Iota Kappa is not
like other sororities. Oh sure, we fuck and party and make patchwork quilts just like the others. But we have something else that sets us apart from others. Something that makes our membership unique. To fully enter our sisterhood, this is something you must confront and embrace.” She turned to face me and took a slow sip from the drink.
“Yes, sister, I will do my best.”
She smirked and swirled the glass in front of her mouth. “We’ll see,” she purred.
Setting the glass down, she stepped over to me, her stockinged legs swishing together as she walked. Standing several feet in front of where I kneeled, she stopped. “Are you ready to find out the secret of Delta Iota Kappa?” she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
“Yes, sister, I am,” I replied, a feeling of apprehension filling my mind.
“Very well,” she said, and slowly, tantalisingly began to untie the cord that held her silk robe shut. The robe fell open and she shrugged her shoulders back, allowing the flimsy material to fall to the floor.
I stared in amazement at what I saw. Jodi’s naked body was perfect in every way. Her tanned belly was flat and taut, her legs were long and slender with perfectly toned calves. Her breasts seemed to defy gravity and hung perfectly on her petite frame, not too large and not too small, inviting globes of flesh with perfectly round nipples. But for all of the maddeningly arousing femininity that she possessed, I could not avert my eyes from between her legs.
Where I expected to see her pussy, there hung a perfectly normal looking, moderately sized cock.
Oh boy, I thought.
Chapter 3
“You’re probably wondering what is going on. Would that be a fair assessment?” Jodi asked me, clearly relishing every second of her revelation.
I stared at the cock, dumbfounded and barely able to speak. My prior urge to get up and leave and forget that I’d ever heard of Delta Iota Kappa sorority had returned with avengence. But the more I stared at it, the more intrigued I became. Jodi was clearly a girl. Beyond the obvious there was not a single trace of masculinity in her body or face, not a trace of a prior identity that would indicate a transgender situation. Yet there it was, hanging from her crotch as though it was the most normal thing in the world. Perfectly hairless, a limp appendage that dangled before her, swaying slightly as she stood.
“I-I…” was all I could manage, my stuttering response signalling my complete confusion.
Jodi smiled at me, a viper stalking her prey. As I watched, she reached down and gripped the cock in her hands, wrapping her slender fingers around its bulging girth. Slowly, she began to stroke her hand up and down its length and, before my very eyes, the thing began to grow.
“Let me enlighten you, before we… proceed,” she said as she pumped her stiffening rod in front of me. “My sisters and I, we are what is known as ‘futanari’. Our kind has one particular feature that sets us apart from ordinary women. Can you guess what it is?” she asked. She glanced down and grinned, emphasising the throbbing penis.
“W-were you born like this?” I stammered, suddenly extremely unnerved by the spectacle that was unfolding before me.
“No honey, becoming a futanari is something you choose. It is a path I have decided to walk, through my loyalty to the sorority and my sisters, but also because it is what I wanted to do.”
I studied her, entranced by the curious paradox that stood in front of me. On the one hand, Jodi was feminine and delicate, a demure southern temptress that could beguile anyone she cared to. But on the other hand, she radiated a strange kind of power, a masculine energy that oozed out of every pore and was overwhelming in its intensity. This power had a focal point between her legs, the nexus of her energy.
By now, the cock had grown considerably and protruded from her body to hang before her. The juxtaposition was extreme - the naked fragility of her femininity, the curve of her hips, the rise of her chest, the inviting red of her full lips; against the raw masculinity of the heavy pole of her cock, bulging and meaty, a throbbing weapon that was loaded and ready to fire.
I found myself intensely aroused by her, a burning desire that rose from within me and saturated my being. The feeling was a strange chimera, a fiery need to be filled by her, mixed with the new temptations that I’d only just discovered - the need for a woman’s touch.
“And now, your next test,” she said, breaking the silence between us. “Actually, I’m not sure it is really a test,” she added, and stepped forwards, grabbing my hair with her manicured fingers. With her other hand, the gripped the base of her cock and maneuvered the tip to my mouth. I surrendered myself to her and allowed her to move my head where she wanted it, slightly parting my mouth, inviting her to use me as she wished.
“Take it,” she purred, urging me forward, and I opened my mouth wider to engulf her cock. I took her as far into my mouth as I could, relishing the warm length as it slid into me. My lips wrapped around its girth and it felt huge inside me. I feared that it might be too much and barely suppressed a gag, reversing my motion and pulling back. As she slid out of me, I ran my tongue along the underside, tasting her sweet juice for the first time as I licked the throbbing tip. She shuddered under my touch, and my own longing intensified at her reaction.
With renewed vigor, I took her once more, raising my hand to grip the shaft and anchor me to her. As she rammed herself into my mouth, I peered upwards, catching her gaze as she stared down at me.
“That’s right, take my cock, take it all,” she gasped, panting as her pleasure heightened. Who was I to argue? I took her deeper, feeling the bulging tip touch the back of my throat. Then I pulled back again, applying light suction that drove her wild with desire. She threw her head back and gripped my hair tighter, pushing me towards her then pulling me back, over and over. I succumbed to her, relinquishing control to her forceful grip. I placed my body at her disposal, a mindless object to use as she would. Her slave to command, I was under her spell and would do anything I could to please her.
Her rhythm intensified, the quickening pace of her strokes threatening to push her over the edge and flood me with her load. I prepared myself, prepared myself for the deluge that was to come and realised that I craved it. I genuinely wanted to be hers, to be a part of her, marked by her seed and the touch of her cock.
And then she pulled herself from me, her breath coming in short pants. I glanced down and saw the throbbing member, iron hard and slick with my saliva and her early juices. I longed to taste it again, to take it into me, but she had other plans for that useful tool.
Still holding my hair, she dragged me up to my feet. I stood, wincing as the blood flowed back into my cramped legs. We didn’t have far to go though, she half-guided, half-pushed me down in front of the chair by the fireside. I landed with my knees on the floor before it and my upper body bent over the seat, facing the back. Like a ragdoll, she arranged me how she wanted me, grabbing my arms and folding them behind my back where she pinned me in position. I allowed this, enjoying the forceful power of her actions, savoring the feeling of being completely out of control. Yet something else burned within me, an idle speculation at first, but growing all the while. I wondered what it must be like to be Jodi, to possess this furious drive, this masterful control. I was hers to use as she wished, but what must it be like to be on the other side? To use and possess, a master to a slave.
Before I could explore this new emotion, I felt her kneel down behind me and parted my legs in anticipation. With barely as second to contemplate what was happening, I felt her lightly rub the tip of her cock against my dripping pussy. An electric shudder passed up my spine as the bulging tip met my throbbing clit and the two components of our pleasure slid together in the wetness there. At once, she moved back and grazed the quivering entrance to my tight hole. I felt a strong urge to push back, to force her onto me, yet resisted and let her dictate the pace. I didn’t have to wait long, and soon gave out a long sigh as she impaled me on her thick rod.
Slowly, so slowly, she slid into
me. It was overwhelming, the feeling of being stretched and filled. But for all the enormous size of the thing, it felt perfectly natural to have it inside of me. It was like finding the missing piece of a puzzle, a completion that I cannot articulate better than that.
My pussy roared its approval, flooding my body with a tidal wave of endorphins that was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Then she pulled backwards, almost withdrawing completely before reversing her stroke and thrusting into me again. Deeper this time, filling me more than before and causing me to wince, a thrilling discomfort that I wanted to last forever.
Again and again she drove into me, fueling my arousal with every stroke until I was insensate and mindless. There was only the relentless piston in my pussy, my entire sensorium collapsed to that one sensation and all else was lost. I struggled in her grip, not because I wished to be free, but because of a primal need for her to grip me harder, to solidify my position as her captive toy. It worked, she tightened her hands around my wrists and pushed my arms further up my back. A jolt of beautiful pain joined the ripples of pleasure that were ricocheting around my body and combined to form a debilitating mix that numbed my brain.
From far away, I heard her own moans joining my own. We became as one now, much as Jenny and I had joined our beings together in the throes of our passion. We were a fuck-beast, driven by primal forces that were out of our control. Her need to drive into me, and my need to be used by her. We both surrendered to our roles and began to move in perfect harmony. Faster and faster the piston worked, and deeper became my arousal.
I sensed a change in her motion, a subtle cue that was communicated through means that I could not explain. Her rhythm changed, more urgent now, the flesh of her thighs slapping against my ass cheeks as she hammered herself home. A quickening of her breath, short, sharp gasps that signalled her impending climax.
