Futanari Irina

As has been said before, there are bees and flowers, and there are bees with flowers. For such a manifestation of transsexualism, a somewhat perverse word has already been invented — Futunari. Well, no matter how you say it: beetroot — beetroot, it's still red. The essence doesn't change with words. But the fact remains — our sweet white girl is born into the world, who grows up and plays with friends, goes to kindergarten, then to school. And then, when the first hormones hit the brain — pimples and hair in causal places sprout on everyone and everything, and girls start having their critical days. Well, that's everyone. Specifically for Ira, the changes didn't stop there. That the labia

began to sag slightly — you'd say it's normal and you'd be right. Hair sprouted on the pubis — also normal. You're right. The clitoris grew — normal. Yes and no. Why? It's simple — from the age of twelve to eighteen in the first year, it was indeed within normal limits. Even the first visit to the gynecologist went without problems — "everything is within normal limits," the doctor told her, and both she and her mother felt relieved. But in the following two years, the growth didn't stop. And if the poor girl had gone to the gynecologist again, and he had looked at her womb, he would have noticed that besides the usual female ovaries, she also had two pairs of male testes, tightly hidden deep within her pelvis.

But the girl Ira didn't go to a specialist, she was afraid. Raised on American films and silly stories from books, she was afraid they would start examining and cutting her into pieces. She didn't tell her parents anything for the same reason. And meanwhile, the clitoris grew and stretched further and further. And so, step by step, by her seventeenth birthday, the sweet girl, with a beautiful second-size bust and a plump bottom on wide hips, had grown a penis. A proper penis, about eighteen centimeters long, with a beautiful, thick purple head, but not burdened with neighboring balls, as those like her — futanari — are not designed for giving birth to boys, for which the testicles need to be not hot and should hang outside. Futanari conceive girls, in the bloom of whose youth their new toy grows. And again she remained silent, learning to hide this apparatus in tight jeans between her legs or tucking it away with tights under her skirt.

Another year and a half passed before her penis stopped growing, stopping at twenty-four centimeters. And hiding this wonder became much more difficult, while servicing it became much more interesting. Besides the growth of her new apparatus, by her nineteenth birthday, Ira's breasts had grown to a full third size, with plump brown nipples that contrasted sharply with her white skin. Her bottom and hips had also grown a bit, defining her waist. Now lustful glances from guys and envious looks from girls fell upon her. "Ah, you shouldn't envy me," she thought, catching such glances.

The thought of getting a boyfriend visited Ira daily, as her hot, young body craved affection and love. Since she was eighteen, when male hormones started being produced in her, she masturbated three times a day, because otherwise she would start having all the accompanying problems of abstinence — headaches, irritability, and overexcitement. So, like all well-bred futanari, she woke up before her parents and did her dark deeds. The orgasms were very good then, but most importantly, they relieved her nighttime arousal. She would masturbate again upon returning home, while her parents were out. This was her time of freedom, when she could go into the bathroom and, taking a soft sponge, start rubbing her mega-clitoris. And the last time she rubbed herself was in the evening, when everyone went to bed. The most dangerous time, when she couldn't moan and had to constantly listen — is anyone coming? The sharpness before the fear of being caught helped achieve wonderful orgasms. But all this effort and pleasure left a bad aftertaste in the soul of the young girl; every time after the excitement faded, sadness came from the understanding that she was a freak. The girl was deprived of many joys of life, like the beach or pool, going to the sauna with friends, or simply the opportunity to change clothes with everyone. And so that no one would ask questions, she very sincerely told everyone that she was terribly complexed, which was essentially true.

But this was about her not yet fully formed giant; when enough delicate skin appeared on the large, thick clitoris, and the head formed underneath it, orgasms began to be accompanied by a large release of semen, which smelled incredibly sharp. She had to get inventive and change her habits, because doing it in bed became impossible. Later, she started buying cheap condoms for "letting off steam." Plus, the frequency of accumulating this steam grew every six months.

And now, when Ira was nineteen, she no longer masturbated — she furiously jerked off at least five times a day, as the invisible testes in her womb produced sperm like factories. How many of you have released your sperm into a college toilet? That very one — dirty and nasty? And this was the women's toilet, it's scary to think what was in the men's.

By the way, yes, maybe you became curious, how do Futanari pee — sitting like girls, or proudly standing like boys? I'll answer right away and let's forget about it — they do it sitting down, holding the penis so it doesn't get wet from the stream from the urethra, which was located right under the base of the penis. All clear? Questions? Well, okay.

So. Five times a day. A beautiful number if you think of it as sex. Yes, fucking five times a day is solid for any guy, but not for a young futanari. For her, it's always a need, like having to go to the toilet. Only to pee, you just need to relax, but to release sperm, you need to work seriously with your hands or sponges with your tongue. And why are you surprised? Men, wouldn't you sometimes like to give yourself a blowjob? Come on, don't worry, your size and flexibility are such that it's not for you. But for Ira, throughout the time of studying her own body, everything was fine with this — sufficient size and spine flexibility such that it was quite possible to wrap her lips around the head and quickly finish with her hands. Only over the years, more sperm was produced, and now the volume of her mouth wasn't enough to hold the flow. Now, to not stain her clothes, she either had to swallow or aim the end in time.

You've probably already fantasized about a young girl with dark hair, who, wrapping her own penis, can't hold back the flow of sperm and sprays it all over her face and body. No, not like that. Why? I'll answer. Experience — it's not her first year doing this, and such mishaps no longer happen. What else can be added? The sperm of Futanari, as already said — smells very sharply, as it contains such an amount of hormones that any nymphomaniac would simply die of desire just standing nearby. Besides, it's also thick. This, by the way, explains the pleasure futanari get — orgasm occurs both when sperm is pushed through the canal and irritates the delicate receptors, pleasure comes, and such thick sperm simply torments them and the pleasure grows.

At eighteen, Ira thought, or made herself think, that if she didn't break her hymen, she would finally become a man. But she feels like a girl, so she must fight this. And don't think she's a pervert; anal, for example, she never recognized as sex — it's the humiliation of a woman before men and nothing more. But otherwise, she had fewer cultural restrictions. Fortunately, her age was already recorded in her passport, and going to a sex shop was only a matter of time and courage. However, two bottles of an alcoholic cocktail decided everything and gave her courage. She bought herself a "realistic penis," but without balls, she didn't like them for some reason. porn stories Just a flesh-colored penis with a plug for batteries, fifteen centimeters tall. She came home, drank, and did her dark deed. Blood, tears, pain, and lust, and then also fear because the rubber vibrating penis fell in completely and didn't want to leave the wet and bloody spot. Then, of course, it fell out and was set aside for a month, until her body wanted a repeat. Then it was replaced with a new apparatus of twenty-two centimeters, with a wide platform that could be stuck to a chair like a suction cup. Her body demanded its own, and since a futanari not only wants to fertilize but also desires to be fertilized, her passion for penises sharply increased. Although interest in pussies also grew every day. There was, of course, another circumstance she didn't know about, but we'll return to it later.

So, we've learned a bit about our heroine and who she actually is. Now we can move on to the second part of our acquaintance — the everyday life of a futanari girl.

Since Ira enrolled in a secondary specialized educational institution in the field of "Design and Clothing Cutting," she became a full-time student. Everything as it should be — far from her parents' home, in a big city, and all that. And as expected, she ended up in a dormitory, because given the choice "Either housing or money," she chose money, which she constantly needed. Her mother fussed and looked for the best roommate for Ira, and found an approach to the dorm supervisor, who loved to drink and snack. The kind woman allocated a room for Ira and another girl, one for two. For two, not three, which was incredible luck. Plus, their room was in the dormitory for graduate students and teachers. Essentially, their room was one of two in a small apartment. In the second room lived another senior student. The room contained two beds, one long table, and a large wardrobe. Next to the room were the kitchen, toilet, and bathroom, a bit further the room of the third girl.

What else can be added about the roommate Zhanna? She's a girl of easy virtue. From the countryside herself, she lost her innocence almost as soon as she understood what it was, why, and what it needed to be kept from. She could make love with boys for a long time, sometimes was absent from home all weekend, and then came back and cried that everyone had used her, and no one wanted to take her as a girlfriend. However, by morning, she was happy for a new day and full of hopes for new acquaintances. Ira once asked if she wasn't afraid of getting pregnant with such views on life? And Zhanna answered that she couldn't give birth, because her eggs were empty like balloons. Her parents checked her when her lifestyle reached them. The analysis was not comforting, the girl found solace in food, grew plump sides, and decided to fuck for her own pleasure. Ira couldn't listen to such talk for long, so such conversations were short. Once there was a comical incident: Once, Zhanna noticed in Ira's suitcase her combat comrade — that one with the wide base, and sighed with relief.

— I already thought you were one of those, you know, men with tits. — she said then.

— Why did you think that? — Ira got scared.

— Well, I've never seen you below the waist, and you look at me like that... Well, since you also have a toy, I'll sleep peacefully. — Zhanna finished.

Despite the fact that Ira, if she were a man, could also stick this penis in the ass, she didn't share these thoughts with her roommate. But the roommate really became even more uninhibited — started coming home drunk, apparently not worrying about being used. Started walking around completely naked more often, showing off her plump, bald pubis and red labia, and even stopped hiding her modest vibrator under the pillow. Ira decided to support her at least a little and also sometimes started walking in just a bra and tight shorts.

A second of weakness, just a second, when this thought ran through the futanari's brain. But it was enough to break her will once and for all. Ira took hold of the button on her shorts and unbuttoned it. The zipper opened by itself when the tense penis pressed against it from the other side. And as soon as this barrier was overcome, the thick, wet glans, which had managed to get wet during this time, burst out of the tight seamless panties on its own and rested against Ira's navel. The futanari was already being driven, she didn't understand what she was doing, all her thoughts were absorbed by the wet folds of the pussy and the star of her roommate's ass. The world seemed to shrink, Ira threw her shorts and panties on the floor, feeling lightness and freedom, approached Zhanna and ran her hand over her plump behind, the roommate didn't even stir, but the penis literally twitched, demanding everything be done faster. With her right hand, Ira grabbed her shaft, and with her left, she moved her roommate's leg aside so that she finally hung off the bed and opened access to the wet flower. The next step could be considered fateful — it was the last moment when there was still a chance to pull herself together, but Ira couldn't do it. She stepped closer, coming right up to her drunk roommate, and brought the trembling, lustful penis to the tight hole that had never before accepted such sizes. No moral strength remained to endure further, the head already felt the heat of the warm, wet cave. One light action and the purple, hard glans tightly plunged into the vulva of the lying Zhanna, it was so large that it covered all the space from the clitoris to the vagina. But that wasn't enough! Ira pressed harder, pushing her stone tool inside, but the country pussy resisted and literally screamed that this was too much for it. Ira was merciless. She rocked back and forcefully struck again, and then again and again, until finally, the "front" entrance opened. The head slid through the tight ring of the entrance, stretching Zhanna's vagina, and with even greater passion wanted to penetrate deeper, where the walls were much hotter and more welcoming. Ira barely understood what was driving her, but she would remember her first sex with a real person all her life, and it didn't matter at all that this person was dead drunk.

Rhythmic movements pushed Ira's penis deeper into the sleeping girl, until finally, the head hit her "bottom." This blow knocked sparks from Irina's eyes and she, biting her lip, began to push it further more actively, trying to break through the barrier of female nature. But she didn't have time... An orgasm washed over her with such force that Ira forgot about everything. The futanari grabbed both sides of her roommate and began to hammer the penis into her uterus, feeling how all the accumulated sperm began to stretch all her channels, bringing her incredible sensations. Yes, her first sex wasn't awkward and strange like all of ours, her first sex became the starting point, the first chapter of a fairy tale. The sperm in one strong spasm filled all the space available to it, creating pressure inside the body of the drunk girl, and the second and subsequent spurts of sperm flowed where her head couldn't reach — into the uterus. Ira wanted to scream from the pleasure washing over her, but that was unacceptable, so she grabbed her T-shirt with her teeth and growled into the fabric, trying to somehow suppress her scream and emotions. The penis released for about forty seconds, and all this time Ira shook with pleasure. And when the last portion was released into Zhanna's uterus, Ira finally managed to stand up straighter and, with a groan, pulled out the still hard penis from her friend's womb. Yes, now Zhanna would be her regular friend, she decided.

The picture before Ira's eyes appeared both terrifying and seductive simultaneously. It was terrifying because now only memories remained of the sweet, plump lips of Zhanna — Ira's between her friend's legs now looked like a treacherous dark maw the size of a five-ruble coin, from which thick, condensed milk-like sperm slowly dripped. How could such a thing not be noticed? What would she tell Zhanna when she woke up? Ira was afraid, but at the same time, she wanted to possess this girl again. Internal sensations suggested to her that she could easily repeat it. You want it and it pricks, if after the first time her hole got so wrecked, it's scary to think what would happen after the second? But then her eye caught the wet hole of her ass. Zhanna said she loved anal and allowed everyone to use her ass. Temptation again, but now it was too late to retreat — she had already stepped onto this ladder. Another step forward, the penis, not thinking of subsiding, tensed again, and inside everything ignited with a new fire. The head rests against the tight, slightly dark ring and, smearing it with sperm, pushes inside. The anal ring resisted for a long time, but it too gave in and tightly wrapped around Ira's penis. Another fountain of emotions, Ira's movements become more confident, she forcefully pushes the penis inside, removing shreds of smelly sperm and lubricating the ring of passion. And now, the penis is completely inside, Zhanna even shuddered a bit, but snoring, continued to sleep. And again, a race for survival and pleasure. The penis slides and even slightly turns her friend's "back door" inside out, and then stuffs it back in. The orgasm now took longer to approach, but it was a long-awaited meeting. The veins on the penis swelled again, and a new wave washed over Ira. Sperm streamed down the penis and began to fill her friend's intestine.

Ira exhaled after the last spasm and pulled the penis out of the tight ass, a popping sound was heard, and thin threads of thick sperm stretched from Zhanna's ass to Ira's penis. Ira shook her penis and wiped the remaining sperm on her partner's ass. The penis finally began to subside. Irina took a towel and wiped all traces from Zhanna's body, then