Futa College

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Futa College

Twenty-four years old and I still didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. I had already changed my major five times since I started college. At first, I applied to be a business major. Then I switched to computer science, history, English, art. Honestly, I’m not sure why I couldn’t make up my mind. It might be the fact that so many of the classes I took had pretty girls in them. I would discover what their major was and switch to follow them around in classes. It could be hormones that were making me this way. I’m not a typical college girl. A small portion of the populace started to give birth to mixed-gender babies. Some use the term hermaphrodite to describe us, but I prefer the term futanari. It rolls off the tongue easier.

It was my hormones that were making me chase after all of these beautiful young women. Honestly, I was more interested in sex than I was in classes. I would often sit next to the prettiest girl in class to flirt with her. The whole class period I would be talking to her, teasing her and touching her to get her all worked up. Even if they said they were not into girls, they would often change their minds when we went back to a dorm room. Some girls couldn’t even wait that long, and I had them bent over the bathroom sink as I fucked them from behind.

Settling on art as a major for now, I would spend my time drawing or fantasizing about the female figure. It got me so hot thinking about all the beautiful women on campus. I would draw them naked in my sketchpad. My interpretation of what I thought they would look like anyways. This time I was trying to be better. I went to all my classes and paid attention to the lectures.

I had gone over a month without getting laid, and it was starting to affect my judgement. I’m not sure if our physiology is different from normal women or men, but my libido felt like it was off the charts. Due to incidences with previous roommates, I no longer had a roommate. It was the middle of the semester, and the resident assistant told me I was getting a new roommate. It was rare to get a new roommate mid-semester like this.

Shrugging my shoulders, I accepted it. I couldn’t say no as there were no other rooms available. I hoped that the new girl wouldn’t get in the way of my daily routine. Since I had no one to vent my sexual frustrations with, I had taken up masturbating during my morning shower to relieve my tension. It kept the edge off, but I still found myself eyeing the girls in my class.

That evening, I was laying on my bed in the dorm with a book in my hand. My head propped up on the pillow when I heard the lock on the door unbolt. I set my book down as I looked at the door, and it opened. One thing that you should know about me. I’m attracted to unusual traits about women. Dark skin like women from India, ebony skin, vibrant red hair, unusual dye colors for hair. If you were anything but the typical blonde college girl, I was probably interested.

The gods must have been tempting me on this day and knew I was trying to be good because they sent me a dark angel. A gothic beauty from heaven stood in the doorway. Her pale white skin attracted me. Dark black hair fell in straight strands down to her shoulders. Ruby red lipstick adorned her lips. She wore a black choker around her neck. My eyes drifted down to her top. A purple corset style top that pushed her rather impressive rack together. Her cleavage on full view. This was going to be a problem for me. I could feel my cock already starting to get stiff inside of my shorts.

Biting my bottom lip, I brushed my hand back through my crimson tresses of hair. I sat up more, pressing my back against the headboard of the bed. I grabbed my pillow to push it down across my lap, hoping to hide my growing erection. This tease wore a short black skirt with black fishnet stockings. I took several deep breaths to try to keep it together.

“Hello. I’m Natasha. Guess I’m your new roommate for the rest of the semester.” She wheeled in a cart with her stuff on it before she turned to me and held out her hand.

I reached out to take her hand in my own. Her skin was very soft and delicate. I gave her the best smile I could muster and nodded to her. “Hello, Natasha. I’m Kenzie. Make yourself at home. This is my bed. You can have the one over there.” I pointed to the bed that was across from mine

“Thanks, Kenzie” She rolled the cart over to her side of the room and started to unpack her stuff. I was seeing a lot of collars and tight corsets in her belongings. Some very sexy panties too. I covered my hand over my mouth, trying to hide my expression and my muffled groans of frustration.

I needed to lay out the ground rules, so she knew what to expect. “Just a few things to cover before you get settled in here. I won’t disturb you while you do your homework so don’t bother me if I am working on mine. Give the noise level to a minimum, and I get the shower first thing in the morning. As long as we are both on the same page, I think we won’t have any problems.”

Natasha smiled as she cleared the cart off and then pushed it back out into the hall before she came back to her bed. She sat down on it, crossing her legs at the knee. The motion of sitting caused the pale globes of flesh covered by her corset to jiggle and bounce. I couldn’t help but stare.

“I’ve got no problems with that. I usually get up late anyways.”

The next few days felt like pure torture for me. Having an exotic beauty like Natasha running around the dorm room in skimpy panties and clothing was not doing me any favors. I was constantly distracted, especially since she would take her showers at night and then come bouncing into the room in only a black pair of panties and bra. I did my best to resist the temptation. It is hard to know what to expect when girls find out that you are not like them. Some women accept the fact that I’m futanari easily and ask me all kinds of questions. Those are usually the ones that I end up sleeping with. The other type of women freaks out, call me names or run away.

I hid who I was from this buxom goth chick for the time that we were together. It felt constrained too. I didn’t like that I couldn’t be in my underwear too. I had to be covered up. I never felt at ease even though this was the place I should feel like I could relax.

One morning, our routine got messed up. I was fine as long as I got to relieve myself in the mornings. My shower was the one place I could let go and get rid of my frustrations. This morning though, I woke up late. The previous night I had stayed up late to finish an assignment. Opening my eyes, I heard the shower running. I cursed under my breath. It had to be Natasha. What was she doing up so early?

With my libido like it is, it was no surprise that most mornings I woke up with morning wood. I pulled the covers off of myself and looked down at the strained cock inside of my panties. Maybe if I was quick, I could masturbate and be done before she got out of the shower. Pushing my panties down around my legs, I wrapped my hand around the stiff rod. Slowly, my fingers stroked up and down across my cock. My eyes closed as I leaned my head back against my pillow. That massive shaft pointed straight up to the ceiling.

Working it back and forth in my grip, I breathed in deeply. I could feel the cock throb between my fingers. My right hand moved up to my shirt to push it over my chest. My breasts exposed to the cool air of the room, I circled my finger and thumb around my nipple, tugging on it. My hips rose up and down, bucking my cock between my tightly gripped fist. I was so lost in the pleasure of getting myself off that I failed to hear the shower stop.

I heard a loud gasp which caused me to open my eyes, jerking my head up from my pillow quickly. Natasha was there near the foot of my bed. Her large pale breasts contained within a purple lace bra. Her purple thong panties clung tightly to her sex. Her hand covered her mouth.

“Shit!” I stated as I tried to pull the cover over myself to hide my still erect cock. “Guess the cat is out of the bag. Going to run off to the RA now?”

Natasha surprised me when she came around the bed and reached for the cover to pull it off of me. My cock was still erect. Knowing that she was looking at my dick made my shaft dribble pre-cum from the tip.

“No, I’m not going to run and tell. This whole time I thought you had a boyfriend or something. I never knew that you had.” She wrapped her pale fingers around my cock, stroking it. “This! That is amazing. Were you born like this? Does it hurt?”

Having someone else’s hands on my cock for the first time in over a month, I moaned in pleasure. My bottom lip curled inward so I could bite it with my teeth. My feet shifted on the bed, pushing my hips up to meet her light grip.

“That feels really good, but I think it would feel even better if you used your mouth. Do you have any idea how hard it has been for me to watch you running around in your panties for the past week? I’ve been trying to abstain from sex so I could focus on school.”

Natasha reached her hands behind her. I heard the snap as her bra came undone. The purple garment slid off of her shoulders to reveal the most magnificent sight. Her pale breasts came into full view with her pink nipples and areola. A silver barbell piercing pierced each nipple.

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore.” She slid onto the bed between my spread legs. Her warm lips wrapped around the head of my cock. I stared down across my breasts to watch this raven-haired beauty. My cock disappeared between her lips. Her warm tongue slid across the underside of my shaft.

My hand reached down to place onto the top of her head. Gripping my fingers into her hair, I guided her head. My hips bucked up to meet her eager lips. It was not long before I was letting loose a hot flood of cum that was sliding down the back of her throat. Natasha pulled her mouth off of my cock, gulping down the hot load.

The demon had been set free. I wanted more. I had gone too long without sex. It was only by sheer willpower that I had held back when I first saw this beautiful goth at my door. I sat up from the bed, rolling off of it to stand.

“Where are you going?”

My pretty raven-haired beauty had rolled over onto her back. Her elbows pressed into the bed to prop herself up. I licked my lips as I walked over to the bed, grabbing her by the ankles. I tugged her bottom to the edge of the bed. A gasp escaped from her lips.

“I’m getting into a better position to enjoy this.” My hands hooked into her tiny panties, ripping them down her legs. I tossed them over my shoulder, gazing down at her crotch. She had a small landing strip of hair shaved into a triangle that pointed down. Her pussy lips were glistening with her wetness. Even more surprising was the silver ring that pierced through her clit.

My finger flicked that ring which caused her to emit a moan that was music to my ears. “You are going to be so much fun.” With my right hand gripped around the base of my cock, I slapped the blunt head across her pussy lips. A moan of desperation escaped from her lips. I pushed the cock head down against her wet lips and pressed inside.

The fat tip stretched her pussy out to accommodate my size. My hands changed position to rest onto her wide, fertile hips. Natasha cried out, “Oh fuck! You’re so big!” Her dainty hands clasped around my wrists to hold me still. I was not done yet though. I thrust forward suddenly which made the goth girl under me let out a loud yelp. My cock disappeared deeper into her wet depths. I started to fuck her hard and fast on top of my bed. The sight was beautiful. Her large breasts were bouncing with every push of my hips.

Leaning down over her, I pressed my hands into her soft skin. My fingers roamed across her sides and stomach. Pushing upward, my fingers eventually dug into her soft breasts. I tweaked her nipples between my finger and thumb. This excited her even more as I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock when I did that.

My eyes met Natasha’s as I fucked her eagerly. The thick cock pounded into her wet depths. I was so desperate to cum that I don’t think anything could have stopped me. Her bright green eyes met mine with a look of pure lust. A hot passionate kiss ensued where my tongue circled against hers in a French kiss.

Our lovemaking was loud and furious. I’m surprised that someone wasn’t pounding on our door as hard as I was pounding Natasha. My cock swelled inside of the gothic beauty, letting a torrential flood of cum gush out to soak her insides. Natasha’s slick walls clamped down on my cock, contracting and pulling as she milked every drop of cum out of me.

Satisfied, I pulled out of her and laid down next to her on the bed. She snuggled up to me and grinned. “I guess it is going to be really hard for you to get homework done with me around. I mean, after we have done this, I don’t think I can go back to the way things were.”

I smiled to myself. “Well, maybe not, but I have to try to get work done. Maybe if I can do this occasionally so, I can stay more focused.”

Natasha leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. “That sounds like an acceptable arrangement. I should steal the shower more often in the morning. I don’t think you will mind too much.”

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