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Ashley smiled in contentment and rolled onto her back. It squished under her weight and her cock flopped onto her thigh, dripping with the tiny remnants of her climax. She stretched and sighed at the pop of her joints, then sat up. Yesterday had been something out of an online porn novel. The question of how she hadn’t died of dehydration resurfaced as she surveyed the damages to her room, and the constant river that flowed out into the rest of the house. She dreaded to think of how many gallons there was.
No sense in worrying about it now, she decided. What happened, no matter how insane and sexy it was, had happened. Ashley hopped to her feet and let out a small giggle at how her carpet squished against her, while a stray drop of cum fell from her cock with a loud splat. Glue was a poor comparison in terms of viscosity.
Ashley took a long breath and nearly coughed at the acute stench of cum. It pervaded the air, drowning it in the strange musk, and still more radiated from her jizz saturated room. Yet that didn’t make it necessarily bad in her mind. The smell was pungent and seemed to coil about her sinuses, but she couldn’t resist inhaling it. Her cock lurched at the aroma and her balls gurgled.
“Jeez, they’re still full,” Ashley groaned as she palmed one, careful not to arouse herself any further. Her scrotum was tight and shiny from the strain of containing the two, over encumbered sperm tanks. That was a perfect description, she thought as she made her to the bathroom. They weighed heavily against her thighs. Each one had to weigh more than three pounds, and they felt like they were getting heavier.
The mess hadn’t spread throughout the entire building to her fortune. The bathroom, which was two doors down from her room, remained untouched save for the aroma. Ashley was certain that a passer-by could smell her cum. She came to a stop in front of the mirror and studied her crotch, expecting a visible change after yesterday. But there was nothing.
Her cock still hung halfway down her thighs. The ebony shaft had a faint network of veins lining its surface that led to the uncircumcised head, and her sack, while stretched thin by her sack, didn’t seem any different either. Patches of dried cum decorated her dark flesh. Other than that, she looked the same as always.
“That’s… kind of disappointing,” Ashley sighed and ran a hand through her hair, grimacing at how crusty it felt. If her mother saw the state of her curls… Ashley stopped the thought, barely repressing a shudder at the possibilities.
Downstairs was only marginally better off than her room. Streaks of white ran down the steps and into the kitchen, living room and even her father’s study. She avoided checking inside, dreading the hours of clean up that awaited her. At least it happened when they were away. Ashley headed to the back of the house and found the backdoor was open, and the backyard covered in her seed. Better than it still being in the house.
Ashley ignored the drying puddles of her semen that littered the floors and set about getting her breakfast, cell phone in hand. She didn’t want to risk a large meal, so she only grabbed a couple of eggs and slices of toast.
“I need to speak to Doctor Lenis, please?”
“Who is this, may I ask?”
“Ashley Clarke,” she answered.
“Oh! My apologies, I’ll patch you through right away.”
“Hello?”
“Hi, Doctor. It’s Ashley, there’s, uh, bit of a problem… with it,” Ashley explained, glancing down at her shaft. The fate of her clothes was something she hesitated to discover until necessary.
“I can move some things around and meet you around… eleven o’clock?”
“That’d be great, thank you,” Ashley breathed.
“I’ll see you soon,” Doctor Lenis said and hung up, leaving Ashley to eat her meal and contemplate what might be wrong with her body. Hormones were the easy answer. The oestrogen and testosterone in her system were constantly trying to outdo each other, ramping up her libido and orgasms. Even in her formative years, she could fill several cups in just a few hours. It only grew from there, but she’d never experienced anything like yesterday.
Ashley sat with her eggs and toast. She sniffed the air, crinkling her nose when she could barely detect their scent above her day-old seed. Even the taste of her food seemed muted by the odour. The futa groaned as her stomach growled, its rumbling transitioning into her crotch. She continued to eat, repelling any thought of arousal that tried to slip into her consciousness. The last thing she needed was the food going to her groin again.
“You’re kidding?” Ashley groaned and hung her head, staring at the cum-drenched mess that was her clothes. Unsurprisingly, her extreme orgasm had soaked into her dresser, and, by extension, her clothes. Her mothers could work, though they’d be tight around her crotch. She regarded the massive hole in her wall that made her door obsolete. Trouble only began to describe what waited for her when her parents returned.
The van escort dark-skinned futa grimaced at how her mother’s jeans clung to her hips. Her cock bulged against the crotch, unmistakable even at a glimpse. She pulled her jacket tight around her waist, hoping to conceal it. Doctor Lenis would be there any minute, yet the house was still coated in, and reeked of, her semen. The windows were all wide-open and she’d used every air freshener she could find.
A knock at her door sent a jolt of unease through her. Ashley tugged her pants to loosen the stranglehold around her cock, then made her way to the door, breathing deeply with every step to keep herself calm. The taut jeans rubbed against her member as she walked, sending discomfort and a familiar warmth through her with each stride.
“Hi, Doctor Lenis,” Ashley smiled as she swung open the door, ignoring how prominent her prick was.
“Good morning, Ashley,” the doctor returned the expression and stepped inside, carrying a small bag with her, “Now what’s the… problem?” Her voice faltered as she saw the problem, “Oh my…”
“Yeah,” Ashley couldn’t resist a small, but proud smirk at the shock on her doctor’s face.
“How many times?” Doctor Lenis quickly recovered, moving into the living room to set her bag down and sit on the couch.
“Just once,” Ashley said, joining her.
“Once?!” Lenis gasped, then recomposed herself with a quick series of breaths, “What did you do prior?”
“I, uh…” Ashley laughed breathlessly as her face burned, “I was planning on masturbating… a lot. So, I ate a bunch while I was aroused.”
“Ah, I think it was just a matter of overeating,” Doctor Lenis assured her.
“I almost drowned in my room,” Ashley stated.
“But that’s… That’d require more than ten-thousand gallons of ejaculate,” Lenis blanched at the reveal, “You would die after a fraction of that.”
“And here I am,” Ashley shrugged. She glanced at the puddles that crusted the floor leading up the stairs, amazed that it wasn’t worse after the sheer amount. The doctor also peeked at the scattered mess, but her gaze quickly turned back to Ashley. They shared a small smile and a shrug, neither of them fully capable of understanding just what made the futa’s body behave as it did.
“So, what’s the diagnosis, Doc?” Ashley inquired, once again tugging on her pants.
“Well…” Lenis leaned back and brought a hand to her chin, eyes considering the ebony futa carefully, “I’d need to run a lot of tests to be sure, but it’s safe to assume that you’re completely abnormal.” She laughed and brushed aside a lock of hair from her face. Ashley squinted at the doctor, catching it as her eyes drifted along her body, lingering at the teenage futa’s chest and hips. Lenis shrugged off her jacket and relaxed into the cushions.
“Figured as much,” Ashley chuckled, “Any theories?”
“A dozen, though none of them are concrete,” Lenis sighed and stood up. She was comfortable in Ashley’s home, having paid dozens of visits over the years to check on the dual-gendered girl, “Mind if I get myself a drink?”
“Go for it, uh, the kitchen might be a little smelly,” Ashley informed her.
“You really got it everywhere,” Lenis muttered in awe.
Ashley watched her with a furrowed brow. They were always on friendly terms, as the futa was Lenis’ first patient, but the way she had looked at her was different. It wasn’t objective, as she usually did. The professional was akin to an aunt, always close and ready to help. Then why would she look at her like a lusty teenager? Ashley ran her own gaze across her doctor’s figure, unable to resist returning the favour.
Lenis had aged spectacularly. At forty-one years old she retained a tantalising physique, while her face remained mostly smooth, save for the crow’s feet that danced around her kind eyes, and her brunette locks remained vibrant. Full lips completed the stunning picture. If the doctor had children of her own, then she would be classified as a genuine MILF.
“Want anything?” Lenis asked, peeking out from the kitchen.
“I’m fine,” Ashley answered hastily, looking away. Her crotch was tighter than before, a sure sign of her burgeoning arousal.
“Something wrong?” Lenis inquired, appearing beside the futa.
“Ah!” Ashley yelped, “Fucking hell, don’t sneak up on me like that.”
“Sorry,” Lenis chuckled, “You do look warm, though. A fever?”
“No, no, I’m fine,” Ashley assured her. The kettle pinged, distracting the doctor. The futa let out a sigh of relief and yanked on her jeans once more, groaning in discomfort at how her cock strained against them. It was just her luck that her mom wouldn’t own any loose pants or skirts. Lenis came back with a hot cup of tea and settled back down.
“Have there been any other developments?” Lenis raised her eyes to Ashley’s, observing them carefully.
“Nothing that I know of,” Ashley shrugged.
“School alright?”
“Yeah.”
“Still no boyfriend?” yalova escort Lenis teased.
“Of course not,” Ashley laughed uneasily, “I prefer girls.”
“Oh? Makes sense, considering your body and all. In that case, what about a girlfriend?”
“No,” Ashley breathed and looked away, glad for her dark skin as her face burned. There were dozens of girls that she was interested in, though most of the attraction stemmed from their figures. Not that any would give her the time of day for that. Even if they were gay, what were the chances that they’d be fine with her cock? Not very likely, Ashley thought and exhaled.
“Anyone caught your eye?”
“School’s hard enough with exams. I don’t need a relationship on top of that.”
“Bah, nonsense. Every girl needs some stress relief,” Lenis admonished with a playful wave of her hand.
“That’s the whole reason you’re here,” Ashley reminded her, nodding to the stains along the carpet. She’d tried to remove them, but stubborn didn’t begin to describe them.
“Yes, I suppose it is,” Lenis nursed her tea, contemplating the swirls within the murky fluid, “Perhaps I could do more for you?”
“What’re you talking about?” Ashley laughed, however she knew what her doctor meant. The knowledge sat in her thoughts like a boulder along a path, impossible to ignore no matter how she tried.
“Well, perhaps I could be that stress relief?” Lenis offered, eyes flicking between her drink and Ashley’s increasingly shocked expression.
“I’m only eighteen,” Ashley murmured. She meant to say more, to make it clear that she didn’t want them to take it any further. They were patient and doctor, friends, and practically family.
“Then you’re an adult. I… I understand how weird and, and ‘wrong’ this must seem, but I only have your best interests at heart,” Lenis assured her, though Ashley wondered if that was more for herself.
“Doc,” Ashley groaned and rested her elbows on her knees, then let her face fall into her hands, “Look… I appreciate the sentiment, but that could ruin you, couldn’t it?”
“I wouldn’t be acting as a professional,” Lenis stated and scooted to the edge of the couch, “Ashley, there’s been something about you since you began puberty. Perhaps it’s something animalistic that’s causing these feeling, but that doesn’t make them any weaker.”
“Pheromones?” Ashley postulated. She thought back to the past weeks, noting how often her friends would flirt with her. They always had, but never with any seriousness. She’d assumed it was the same.
“Possibly,” Lenis mused. The futa nursed at her lip, recalling the ‘playful’ and ‘accidentally’ touches to her breasts and hips recently. None had made a move on her crotch to her fortune, but if she was giving off pheromones of that calibre then it was only a matter of time.
“Then it’s not real,” Ashley decreed.
“Pheromones are simply used to attract an ideal mate. The fact that they’re working on me, means that I’m a candidate,” Lenis rose to her feet and strode over to Ashley, then leaned down to push her breasts into her view, “Perhaps your body is at its peak? Ready to breed.” As she spoke, the doctor’s hand slid across the chair to Ashley’s leg. The futa jerked at the touch.
“Don’t say that,” Ashley muttered, a distinct throbbing sensation building within her crotch.
“I’ve no intention of going that far,” Lenis breathed, her professional tone giving way to a lustful huskiness.
“Doctor Lenis,” Ashley sighed, breathing deeply.
“Just call me Lilah.”
“Lilah,” the name felt hot on her tongue, as if it were a forbidden word. Her throat felt dry, yet saliva flooded her mouth. She gulped it back down and moved a hand to the doctor’s, clasping it tightly. What now? Ashley’s member pulsed against its confines like an inmate banging on the bars, eager to be released and taste that which it longed for.
“Yes, Ashley?” Lilah giggled softly, her other hand moving to her blouse. Ashley’s ears heard it as the buttons were undone with deliberate slowness, each one seeming to countdown in her mind.
“We shouldn’t do this,” Ashley moaned. Her hips moved forward of their own accord, moving closer to the hand that rested on her thigh.
“You’re right,” Lilah’s breath brushed against Ashley’s ear, before plush lips replaced it.
“I’m your patient…”
“True,” Lilah sank lower, mouth trailing along Ashley’s neck.
“You’re old enough to be my mom.”
“Rude… but I wouldn’t mind a bit of roleplay,” Lilah’s lips parted, and her teeth grazed the futa’s throat. The throbbing within Ashley’s pants was like a tribal beat, calling to something primitive within.
“If we do this…” Ashley panted, moving a hand to cup the doctor’s cheek, “I might cum like I did before.”
“I’ll do my best,” Lilah promised with a hungry lick along the nape of Ashley’s neck. A trail of spit marked its way back to her ear, before her lobe was embraced by Lilah’s lips.
“You really want to do this?” yozgat escort Ashley grunted through her teeth. The tightness in her crotch was almost painful now, squeezing her cock like a python. Lilah took her hand and placed it against her naked breast, where a nipple poked into her palm.
“Only if you do,” Lilah gasped, “I can’t imagine what it’s like having an older woman come onto you like this but think of it this way; I know my way around a cock.”
“Even a foot and a half-long, black futanari’s cock?” Ashley laughed, comparing the fair-skinned doctor’s complexion to her own ebony splendour.
“Not from one person,” Lilah admitted with a smirk, “But I think I’ve got enough experience.” Ashley stared at her in shock, which quickly became clouded and subsumed in her lust. She never would’ve thought her doctor, this sweet, kindly woman who had known her for most of her life, could be such a slut. Her fingers sank into the gently sagging breast, kneading it, and felt Lilah’s racing heartbeat beyond.
“Let’s do it,” Ashley finally assented. She turned her head just as Lilah did. Their lips met with a deep-rooted groan of lust. Experience was forgotten by the older woman as her mouth was invaded by Ashley’s youthful tongue. All she could do was match her, exchanging spit as their muscles danced. The futa pressed harder, subduing the rebellious appendage, and explored every facet of her doctor’s maw.
How many cocks has she sucked? Ashley wondered as she pulled the woman closer, forcing her to mount the chair and straddle her thighs. A distinct wetness met the bulge of Ashley’s jeans. Lilah was far from a silent participant. She ground her hips against the futa’s cock as their chests mashed together. Ashley’s hands cupped the deceptively soft cheeks of her doctor’s ass, massaging the globes with expert ministrations.
“Ah!” Ashley gasped when they finally parted for air, a bridge of spit hanging between them. Lilah’s cheeks were bright red, and her eyes were hooded, lips parted as hot breaths pushed her chest against Ashley’s.
“We… might have to temper that enthusiasm a bit,” Lilah chuckled and licked up the string of spittle, then swallowed it, before showing her clean mouth to the futa, “I’m a classy girl,” she added in a husky whisper, “I swallow.”
Ashley giggled, “Cheesy much?” She pressed close and resumed the kiss, renewing her passionate exploration of this older woman’s body. Fingers danced across Lilah’s ass, squeezing it tight, before moving up her back to trace her spine and shoulder blades. Ashley pushed her away and slid her hands under the doctor’s breasts. Ashley excitedly groped them as she let her teenage lust take hold.
Judging by how Lilah moaned, Ashley was certain her actions were right. Her hips moved with her hands, rolling as she grasped each mound with claw-like fingers. The nipples throbbed against her palms just as her cock pounded against its jail.
“I think…” Lilah rasped between fervent kisses, “It’s time I show you what I minored in at college.”
“What kind of slut are you?” Ashley chuckled huskily.
“The kind that loves a big,” Lilah emphasised the last word as she slid down to kneel before the ebony futa, “Hard.” She reached up and undid the top button of Ashley’s jeans, “Black.” She pulled them down to reveal the strained panties beneath, “Futa cock.” The doctor gasped at the sight that burst into view. Exactly as she had described it; a big, hard, black futa cock. And beneath it laid a taut sack with two balls each as big as a softball.
“What do you think?” Ashley gasped as she, too, stared down at her rigid dick. The chocolate coloured tip glistened with pre-cum, excited at the promise of release that Lilah promised. Now freed, it expanded to its full majesty, rising to come within inches of Ashley’s own lips before it dipped under gravity’s sway to land upon Lilah’s beaming face.
“Marvellous,” Lilah moaned, “Now, what about the taste…” She leaned back and up until her lips pressed tenderly into the massive shaft. Ashley groaned in response and went to adjust herself for a better position, before Lilah’s phone rang obnoxiously.
“Son of a bitch… What?!” The doctor demanded, hand replacing her lips on Ashley’s cock, “Can’t it wait, kind of in the middle of something here… fine. Yeah, yeah… asshole.” She hung up and stood, relinquishing the futa’s demanding prick.
“What is it?” Ashley whined. Her cock twitched in longing, as if trying to leap at the lustful doctor.
“An emergency,” Lilah huffed and picked up her discarded blouse, “One that can’t fucking wait, apparently.”
“But… but…” Ashley stammered, then hung her head, “Fine.”
“In the meantime, these should keep you from having another incident,” Lilah chirped, tossing a packet at the disgruntled futa. She turned it over in her hand, scowling, “They’re libido inhibitors. They’ll keep you from getting too frustrated until next time.” Lilah finished with a wink.
“There’s a next time?” Ashley brightened with a smirk. Her cock jumped at the prospect, pre-cum jetting from her cock to reach Lilah. It splattered against her top. The doctor gathered up what she could and popped her finger into her mouth, tugging it free with a satisfied pop.
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