“I knew this was my lucky day.”
Yomiko was sitting in an empty train car as another passenger finally entered. She appeared to be going to the gym based on her outfit combo of yoga pants and sports bra. The bag of extra clothes and full water bottle were also dead giveaways. Yomiko couldn’t help but be impressed by the girl’s beautiful mocha skin and fit body that was muscular, but still quite feminine. Very few people would have the kind of dedication needed to achieve such a build, and this girl appeared to be one of them.
“A hard worker, just my type…” Yomiko thinks to herself as she examines the beautiful specimen in front of her. However, that wasn’t the only thing that drew Yomiko to the girl. Yomiko had a special ability she prided herself on. She often joked to her friends that she was a mutant and the X-Men would be calling her any day now. In the hands of most people it wouldn’t be notable, but Yomiko was sexually ravenous. She would almost never turn down sex from someone she found attractive (and sometimes even those she didn’t). She wasn’t afraid to try anything once, which had lead to numerous pleasurable experiences. No, this ability was perfect for someone like her.
Yomiko could smell virgin futanari... and this girl STANK.
The only thing she couldn’t figure out was why. The girl was clearly attractive, maybe even intimidatingly so. She was young, probably a university student, but not so that she wouldn’t have had an encounter with the opposite sex by now. Could she be religious? Perhaps, but those people tended to have a cross or some other symbol on them, and they would be unlikely to take it off before they got to their work out. No, there had to be something else. The only conclusion Yomiko could come to was that the girl was probably had some personality problem, maybe she was painfully shy or intolerably eccentric, which would make her task that much easier.
The only thing Yomiko loved more than sex was sex with virgins. She loved teasing them and taking them under her wing, training them until she had created the perfect sexual partner. Afterwards she would release them back into the world, freeing her new sex disciple. It seemed cruel, but she felt it would be worse to make them stay with someone who would never want a real relationship beyond fucking every moment they were together. Some of them even came back later to thank her later for the confidence boost that allowed them to find their real soul mate. That was just enough to rationalize the behavior in Yomiko’s mind.
Yomiko gazed at the girl with predatory eyes, looking for the perfect opening to strike up a conversation. For her part, the girl hadn’t noticed her yet. She was looking at the map of the stations, likely looking for her stop. Yomiko looked her up and down and noticed a name tag on her bag. It read: Vivienne. She had decided on how to strike, but Yomiko couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at the irony in her mind. She stood up and smoothed her sundress down, and quickly gave her sizeable breasts a quick adjustment. If she moved just right, she could give Vivienne quite the show.
“Oh my god! V, is that you? I haven’t seen you in forever!” Yomiko exclaimed as she quickly approached the girl and embraced her. She made sure her tits were pressed tightly to the girl’s exposed skin. Vivienne jumped slightly at the contact but also didn’t seem too keen on breaking it. “Perfect,” thought Yomiko.
“U-um, sorry, do I kn-“ Vivienne started to question who this stranger was that was pressing up against her when she was interrupted.
“You remember me, right, V? Oh my gosh, we had such good times, like, the best.” Yomiko laughed and slapped the taller girl on her shoulder.
“Um, uh yeah. Good to see you again.” Yomiko’s assessment skills had once again proved flawless. A more assertive person would have at least confirmed her identity first, but Yomiko hadn’t said anything that would separate herself from anyone she may have actually known. “Keep the details vague, and establish skin-to-skin contact,” Yomiko went over her plan once more in her head.
“You look good, girl! That gym is treating you pretty well. I totally wish I had time to go, but I don’t think I’m doing too badly in the looks department, huh?” Yomiko winked as she fondled her breasts, taking note at how wide Vivienne’s eyes got when she gave her a flash of nipple. Her gaze lowered and she noticed a small lump wiggle in the in the girl’s yoga pants. It wouldn’t take much more now, and then she could have her real fun. “You still going to the same gym, or do you have a new one? You think I should sign up? I’d love to hang out like we used to.”
Vivienne was having trouble concentrating on the short stranger’s words as she couldn’t keep her eyes from roaming her body. The girl was so… erotic to Vivienne. She had large breasts, which she didn’t mind showing off, based on her dress, and thick thighs. Her hips and ass were nothing to scoff at either. Both were deliciously round. The kind that would set off the mating instincts of everyone around her. She had already forgotten to really question why this little bundle of sex had come up to her, let alone figure out if she actually knew her. She suddenly felt movement in her crotch, and knew it was time to snap back to reality and talk again, “I, uh, it’s a pretty good o-“
“May I?” Yomiko didn’t wait for a response as she put her hand on Vivienne’s washboard stomach. Her red painted fingertips traced each hill and valley of the girl’s well defined abdominal muscles. Yomiko absently wondered how many sit ups this girl did to look like this as she moved her face down to get a closer look. Her cheek made contact and she savored a moment of just rubbing her cheek up against the muscles. They weren’t hard or soft. "Pliable" was how she would describe them. Yomiko finished her teasing by planting a kiss on the girl’s abs, bidding them farewell (at least for now).
Vivienne, for her part, had no idea how to react. The only thing she knew was that her futanari cock had reached full mast and she wouldn’t be able to hide it. The sensations her member was experiencing as it hardened and slid down between her thigh and pants was almost unbearable. She wasn’t sexually experienced and this assault on her body wouldn’t last long without some messy consequences. She looked down and saw the other girl’s plump bottom sticking out behind her. Her dress was riding up and she could see a hint of the girl’s black panties. Her cock twitched in anticipation. She clenched her fists hard so that she could fight the urge to grab the vulnerable cheeks displayed before her.
Yomiko could sense the futanari’s resolve breaking down as the penis in her yoga pants swelled. Most of the futanari she encountered were built for sex almost as much as she was. Vivienne seemed particularly sensitive; she hadn’t even had to touch her breasts or ass to get her to the point of no return. Yomiko was starting to feel a bit warm herself as she felt her desire to finish this increase. She was still under control, but she didn’t want to wait much longer to feel this brown goddess inside of her.
“Oh my god, you remember when we used to go to the clubs and dance? You had some killer moves, I hope you don’t mind if I stole some of them. They drive people wild!” Yomiko knew this obvious lie would take the girl off guard, and then she could go for her prize.
Vivienne closed her eyes and focused on the words the woman below her was saying. She knew she had never met her before, and this was proof. Vivienne didn’t really go to clubs and she only danced for fitness purposes, she’d never done anything like what she saw done in the clubs. Unfortunately, she’d have to put a stop to this; she couldn’t let this stranger embarrass herself intimately touching a stranger any longer. “Oh, you must be mistaken. I’ve never been to any cluuuuUUUU,” Vivenne suddenly gripped the railing behind her as she trailed off in the middle of her sentence.
A mountain of ass flesh had made contact with her crotch.
Yomiko ignored the girl’s words as she turned around and pulled up her dress. She smiled as she heard the girl gasp and get an eyeful of her pale, black panty clad ass. She backed up into her until she felt contact, and searched for the hard organ on the other girl’s body. She felt it near her right thigh, and focused her attack there. She started slowly with some gentle rubbing, making sure to go up and down her entire cock with her ass cheek. She could feel the warm length pulsing as she gave it the sensation it desperately craved. She started to increase her speed and she knew it wouldn’t be much longer as she felt a bit of wetness contact her thigh. She moved in circles, making sure her entire ass got at least a little taste of the futanari’s cock. She felt a hard twitch on her behind, and moved away. She turned to look back up and saw a face twisted in pleasure. Vivienne felt the sensation stop and looked down to see why the perfect ass had stopped making her feel amazing. All she saw was a glimpse of Yomiko smirking at her before she returned to her task.
Yomiko reached out to the railing in front of her to reposition herself and let her hands travel the length of her thighs to her toes. This gave Vivienne the perfect view of just how round and shapely Yomiko’s ass truly was. She made contact with the futanari’s cock once again and rubbed it up against her ass cheeks briefly before sandwiching it between the two globes of flesh. She began moving up and down, waiting for the end to come.
Vivienne couldn’t take anymore. She didn’t know why this succubus in human form had picked her, but she had ceased caring. She was on the verge of climax, but she had to make sure, “I-If you don’t stop, I, aaah, I’m going to cum-aahh.” She could barely choke the words out as her head and body buzzed with orgasmic ripples. This woman was making her feel hotter than any workout had ever before. The heat was growing to a crescendo in her cheeks as well as her cock.
“And why wouldn’t you want to cum on my ass?” Yomiko’s words were all the permission she needed. Vivienne roughly grabbed Yomiko’s hips as she moved her own to begin seeking contact herself. She pulled Yomiko as close as she could as she felt the orgasm burst through her cock. Her cock twitched madly, trying to expel every bit of essence Vivienne had built up. She thought it would never stop flowing through her (and she secretly hoped it wouldn’t). Another twitch and the pleasure inexplicably increased. She drove her hips further into the pillowy globes in front of her, trying to ensure every inch of her length could feel the warm contact. Some of her seed made it through the material of her pants, planting a sticky, wet kiss on Yomiko’s behind. The remainder flowed down her leg, like magma from a volcano. She experienced a few more dry spurts as the process completed itself, and satisfaction rolls over her.
Yomiko grinned as she felt the futanari twitch and quake above her. The look on her face was too adorable for words as she sought as much contact with Yomiko as possible during her climax. The wet sensation on her ass sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn’t wait until the girl was done so she could taste it and really get herself in the mood. She felt the shivering slow, as well as Vivienne’s grip loosening, and listened as the girl remembered how to breathe again. She turned and stood up on her tip toes to grace Vivienne’s cheek with a tender kiss. Vivienne took a moment to catch her breath before she spoke.
“I don’t think we know each other.”
“We don’t. Now come along so I can take care of you, Vivienne the Virgin.”
Tags: futanari, female muscle, femdom, pleasure, premature ejaculation
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Story by MrBenjamin2006 |
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Artwork by Wolfgee |
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