The Futa Hunter

Michelle Palmer loved futanari sex.

Her job, her free time, and her relationships all revolved around her addiction. If there was any chance for her to have a futanari inside of her, she would drop whatever she was doing. It was her life.

She could still recall her first time at age 18. While at a raucous house party to celebrate the end of the school year, a giggling Susan Chessler led her upstairs pulled her into a bedroom. All that year she had been inexplicably attracted to her, thinking herself possibly bisexual.

She never forgot the surprise and joy she felt when she saw her female classmate drop her pants and expose her hard cock. She didn't run away, but allowed Susan to relieve her of her virginity. Since that night, she was hooked.

Right now, she was in a bookstore on a Saturday afternoon, pretending to browse the shelves. Her actions were a smokescreen to conceal her true purpose: scoping out was a potential new conquest. There was a futanari in this bookstore.

Michelle seemed to have a certain affinity for finding them wherever she went. She had learned a long time ago that futanari exude certain powerful pheromones: a miniscule amount at rest, and an enormous amount when they were sexually aroused. Normal people couldn't smell the pheromones during the non-aroused state, but Michelle could.

It took her only a few minutes to find her prey: a geeky-looking young woman wearing a violet cardigan, a tan straight skirt, and black leggings. She was sitting at a table by herself, reading a book about gardening. With her shoulder-length brown hair, glasses, and face devoid of makeup, she wasn't exactly a typical beauty, but she could still be considered cute. Michelle wasn't really concerned about the young woman's appearance; all she wanted to do was experience the hidden surprise between that woman's legs. She casually walked towards her table; it was time to make her move.

For this setting, she'd decided to dress in her sexy-smart outfit. She wore a white, buttoned blouse that showed off her firm, perky chest, along with a black miniskirt that turned both male and female heads. To complete her outfit, she wore glasses, though she didn't need them.

"Do you mind if I join you?"

The girl was startled by the question, having been so engrossed in her book that she didn't notice Michelle's approach. She looked up to see the slim, attractive woman smiling down at her. Without waiting for a response, Michelle sat down at the table.

"That looks like an interesting book," Michelle remarked.

"Y-you like gardening?" the girl asked, trying her best to keep her eyes off of Michelle's cleavage.

"Definitely. I love making things grow...especially pickles...cucumbers...zucchini..."

The young woman stammered and blushed furiously, feeling Michelle's foot lightly brushing against her leg. Michelle smiled as she sensed the increased pheromones being released by her new friend. It was almost time to close the deal.

"What's your name?" Michelle asked the girl.

"Edith," she breathed.

"Well, Edith, I'm not going to lie to you; I think we should get out of here and go back to your place."

"I...I live with my parents."

"Well, that's too bad," Michelle said with her playful pouty face. "Would you like to see where I live?"

Edith put her hands on her lap and fidgeted where she sat. Michelle could only imagine the size of the erection that she was trying to suppress. Edith's breathing became more pronounced.

"Yes, I'd like that very much!" Edith said in hurried, hushed voice.

Michelle wasn't surprised that her overly-obvious seduction had worked. She was able to land most of futanari that she approached, and it wasn't solely because of her beauty, or her charm. It was because she was an F-Type.

F-Type was the term used for someone who, for a lack of a better term, was natural futanari bait. Their bodies emitted a unique pheromone that made futanari attracted to them. The pheromone was even powerful enough to override any social restrictions like blood relationships, religion, or monogamy.

Edith had taken the bus here, so Michelle was free to walk her right out of the bookstore and drive her home in her Audi RS5 Cabriolet. While driving, it was all Michelle could do to keep her eyes on the road, and not on Edith's lap. By the time they arrived at Michelle's house, Edith was pumping out pheromones like a factory pumps out smoke.

Michelle parked the car in the driveway and walked to the front door with Edith in tow. Once inside the house, Michelle kicked off her heels and walked to the bedroom. Edith silently followed, her body burning with desire. The two women entered the bedroom, and Michelle sat on the side of her bed. Edith stood before her, and nervously began to unbutton her cardigan while Michelle watched.

"That's it," Michelle purred. "Take off all those clothes. I want to see you."

Edith's cardigan, shirt and bra made their way to the floor. Edith had a decent pair of breasts, tiny & plum-sized with pink areola the size of quarters. However, the real treasure was under the drab skirt that she was wearing.

Michelle's heart leapt as she saw Edith unbutton her skirt and push it down. Michelle couldn't help but chuckle at her large granny underwear, but it was the sizeable lump in them that made her heart leap for joy. Edith at last pulled down her panties and stepped out of them.

Edith stood before Michelle wearing nothing, save her glasses and leggings. Sticking out from her trimmed crotch was a turgid pink dick that throbbed with desire. Michelle got off of the bed and walked to the naked futanari.

"So, tell me, Edith," Michelle said, using her right index finger to trace circles around the edge of Edith's areola. "Is this your first time with a woman?"

"No...my friend...Beth..."

"Really?"

Edith let out a shrill gasp as Michelle used her free left hand to gently grab her shaft. A surge of pleasure surged up her spine as she felt those warm fingers enclose her penis and gently stroke it. The other hand began to flick and play with her nipples.

"So, did Beth suck your dick?" Michelle asked.

"Yessss," Edith moaned.

"Did you fuck her?"

"AH! YES!"

"Yeah, you're nice and ready," Michelle said before pulling in Edith for a kiss.

Edith willingly parted her lips to allow Michelle's curious tongue into her mouth. Michelle abandoned giving Edith a handjob, using her left hand to reach around and fondle the girl's butt. Edith was so horny that she didn't know what to do with her hands, so she simply wrapped them around Michelle's waist.

Michelle let out a tiny giggle as she felt Edith's penis beating against her abdomen. Even now, she could imagine the rod filling with semen, just waiting to be inside of her. She gently broke their kiss, took Edith by the hand, and led her to the bed.

"Get on your back, Edith," Michelle said gently.

"NO, YOU GET ON YOURS!"

Michelle gave a delighted squeal as Edith grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. Once Michelle was on her back, Edith proceeded to rip off her clothes, sending buttons flying through the air. After that, her panties were yanked down, baring her moist slit with the well-trimmed landing strip of pubic hair. She could see the feral hunger in Edith's eyes. Now, it was time for the fun to start.

Edith roughly grabbed Michelle's thighs and spread them apart before thrusting her anxious dick inside of her. She then proceeded to mercilessly ravage Michelle, causing the very bed to quake. The bedroom was filled with their moans and screams.

"Yes, Edith! Very good!" Michelle giggled, as she reached behind her back to unclip her bra.

"YES! TAKE OFF THAT BRA! SHOW ME YOUR BREASTS! I WANT TO SEE YOUR BREASTS!"

"My! You're very demanding!"

Edith's eyes went wide as she was soon face-to-face with Michelle's bouncing breasts. She grabbed the lovely chest globes before her; they were much bigger than hers, like tangerines compared to her plums. She bent forward to suck on Michelle's nipples, causing Michelle to cry out and wrap her arms and legs around Edith.

"Oh, rape me forever!" Michelle screamed.

Edith's reply was muffled as she took Michelle's nipple out of her mouth and nuzzled her chest. She then looked up at the nerdy futa, her face red and hot, her glasses askew, and her hair tousled. Her hips were still pumping madly into Michelle's twat.

Michelle continued to vocalize as she allowed Edith to ravage her. She ran her hands up and down her hot, sweaty back, her mind going blank as it was besieged with carnal delights. Edith's dick wasn't exceptionally large, maybe being about 5 or 6 inches, but it wasn't just length that Michelle cared about. Michelle loved the futanari because they were women capable of giving the same pleasure a man could, without the need for a strap-on or dildo. Plus, they could also make babies.

But Edith would not be making babies with Michelle tonight, or any other night. When she had turned 21, Michelle's father had gifted her with tubal litigation surgery. She had decided at that age that if she was going to fully realize her dream of having sex with as many futanari as possible, she didn't want to use any contraceptives to keep her from getting pregnant; it was raw sex, or nothing at all.

With as much strength as she could muster, Michelle flipped the two of them over so that she was the one on top, causing Edith's glasses to fly off. She was immediately straddled Edith and rode her skillfully. Edith's toes curled and dug into the bedsheets as her dick slid in and out of Michelle's wonderful cunt.

"FUCK!" Michelle cried as she fondled her own breasts. "I love riding your futa cock! I'm going to fuck you until the sun goes down!"

"Ohhhh, please! YES!" Edith moaned.

Michelle laughed as the futanari underneath her writhed with ecstasy. Suddenly, her laughs became amorous cries as Edith planted her feet on the bed and began thrusting her hips upwards into Michelle's weeping snatch. She gave a sultry smile, paused, sat up in bed and leaned back against the headboard before resuming their sex.

"What a wonderful body you have," Edith said, her voice husky with desire. She wrapped her arms around Michelle's waist as she fucked her. "Be my girlfriend."

Michelle arched her back, which drew Edith's eyes to her bouncing tits with their hard, pencil eraser-sized nipples. Edith subjected the erect nubs to countless licks, bites, sucks. Meanwhile, her cock throbbed painfully while still inside of Michelle, so she stopped.

"What's wrong?" Michelle asked. "Don't you want to keep going?"

"I hate to admit it," Edith panted. "But, I think I'm going to cum soon."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's almost time."

"Did you want to take a break? You look very tired."

"I am," Edith admitted. "You're not?"

"Oh, no, honey," Michelle chuckled. "Why don't we get a drink of water...then, I'll let you finish anywhere you want. You can cum on my face, in my pussy, hell, even my ass."

Edith agreed to Michelle's suggestion for a break, both to catch her breath and to get time to think about how she wanted to cum with Michelle. The young woman climbed off of Edith's lap and headed to the kitchen to retrieve some bottled waters. Edith couldn't help but stare as Michelle gulped down her drink, with some of the water running down her mouth, then past her neck and onto her breasts.

"I want to keep going now," Edith declared, tossing her empty bottle into the trash.

"Sure thing," Michelle said as she disposed of her bottle and climbed into the bed. "Now come over here and wreck my pussy."

"Not your ass," Edith muttered.

"What?"

"I don't want to finish in your ass...a penis shouldn't go in there...it's dirty...that's where poop comes from."

Michelle couldn't help but smile. "Okaaaaaay."

"I want your mouth," Edith decided.

She got back into bed and sat up against the headboard. Michelle watched as the futanari spread her legs, so she responded by crawling forward into the space between them. Intently, she grabbed the object of her desire with her right hand, while using her left to pleasure Edith's almost-hairless testicles. Curious, she lifted her sac to get a better view of Edith's wet pussy. Edith's clit was swollen with arousal.

"Please, I hate it when you make me beg. Suck my dick!"

Michelle flashed a smile before taking her cock into her mouth. Edith let out a moan as her rod was encapsulated by the wet, hot confines of Michelle's mouth. She felt her tongue brushing itself up and down against her dick. She put her hand on top of Michelle's head to guide her fellatio.

It had been a long time since Edith had received a blowjob this well. The last time had been her aforementioned friend Beth, but she had nothing on the skill that Michelle was displaying right now. Edith couldn't keep her legs, feet, and toes from writhing as her body was assailed with pangs of lustful sensations.

Meanwhile, Michelle was savoring the fact her gob was full of futanari penis. She breathed furiously through her nose as she savored the taste of Edith's dick. She definitely tasted like someone who hadn't gotten any in a long time. As a connoisseur of futa cocks, this one was lacking in the muskiness associated with a futanari that fucked pussy on a regular basis. Still, the flavor soothed Michelle like fine liquor.

"Michelle, I...ungh...I'm going to cum!"

POP! Michelle took her mouth off of Edith's penis and nuzzled it while looking her dead in the eye. "Then, go ahead and give me that load. LALALALALALA!" She noisily licked the wiggling shaft.

Edith tried her best to hold in her seed, but with gritted teeth she released herself all over Michelle's smiling face. The joyful feeling of release traveled down her cock, up her spine, and into her brain, making the whole world dissolve into a bright white flash.

When everything came back into focus, she saw Michelle greedily lapping up her semen.

"How about we go again in five more minutes?" Michelle asked as she sat up and gulped down Edith's seed.

After a few more hours of vigorous sex, the two of them showered and dressed before Michelle dropped Edith home. When Michelle returned home, she got into her pajamas, plopped down in front of the television with a glass of wine, and wrote Edith's name and phone number in her little black book. Before her departure, Edith had made it explicitly clear that she wanted to meet up again. Michelle definitely had a few more things to teach this futanari. But, for now, it was time for rest.