Chapter 2: Cassandra’s Futa Problem

Tears fell down my cheeks as I stared at my new cock sprouting from where my clit used, the folds of my pussy wrapped about its base. It was still wet and shiny with Mrs. Teller’s hot pussy. The MILF, mother of my best friend, had rode me so hard, so eager to cum on my dick. I thought, finally, that I had her. After lusting after her for years, I had the MILF in my arms.

Yes, I didn’t imagine I would grow a cock at sixteen and fuck her with it, or that a naughty futa-fairy would visit me in my dreams to grant my wish. But it happened. I made love to Mrs. Teller, and it was magical. I held her, kissed her, and felt that glorious pussy about my new futa-cock. And then she came. I came. I flooded her pussy.

It was the best feeling ever.

And then Mrs. Teller felt so guilty. She was married, her husband asleep upstairs along with my best friend, Lana. Mrs. Teller had bolted off of me, fleeing the living room in a panic, leaving me sitting on her couch in a crying daze.

I had my wish, and she rejected it. Mrs. Teller didn’t want to be my lover.

I stared at my cock. It twitched, still half-hard. “It’s all your fault. If I wasn’t a freak, she would have loved me.”

I grabbed my cock, pulling on it.

My hand slipped up the shaft, lubed by her juices, and popped off. My tip throbbed from the friction, pleasure racing down my shaft to my pussy. Tingles rushed through me, the memory of my orgasm I just had with the hot MILF.

“If it wasn’t for you,” I hissed, tugging on it again, my dick stretching, my hand sliding up it and brushing the tip, sending more pleasure through me. “Stupid cock!”

The pleasure only remembered me of what just happened, from waking up from my dream with Leanan Sidhe in the aviary to Mrs. Teller standing over me in her robe, burned in my mind. My cum had erupted, painting her face with my jizz. She had looked so hot, so sexy, dripping with my seed. Even in the dark living room, I could tell how beautiful she was, her tanned face flawless, ripened into the epitome of womanly beauty, her blonde hair spilling in a tousled mess about her face, her large breasts straining against her loosely tied about her waist.

It was so hot.

My dick throbbed as I tugged on it, my hand stroking up and down as I relived what just happened. My eyes closed. I leaned back into the couch, furiously tugging on my cock. The tip throbbed and ached as my palm slid over it, my girl-cock so hard, the shaft throbbing in my hand.

It had been magical as Mrs. Teller mounted me. The MILF had fucked me so hard, riding my new cock, moaning and gasping. She loved it. Her big breasts had broken free of her robe. She had cum so hard on my dick.

“Then why did you run?” I hissed. “You loved my cock! You told me. You hadn’t cum in forever. Your husband’s cock isn’t as good as mine.”

I tugged so hard. No boy had ever tugged so hard on his cock as I tugged on mine. My pussy clenched as I squirmed on the couch, my moans echoing through the still living room. I squirmed on the couch, juices leaking out of my pussy. My hand slapped over and over into my pussy lips before sliding up to stroke my crown.

My toes curled as pressure swelled in the depth of my body. I groaned, mewling as my body shivered. My pussy clenched. The ache built at the tip of my cock. That need to explode. I groaned through clenched teeth, tugging so hard on my dick.

White cum spurted from my girl-cock.

I groaned, thrashing as it arched through the air and splattered onto the glass coffee table. I groaned, squirming as another blast fired from my dick and then a third. Each one sent pleasure knifing through my body, stabbing right into my brain. It was amazing.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted, heaving, my body buzzing from the intensity of my new cock’s orgasm. It contrasted with the softer pleasure rippling out of my pussy. “Oh, damn that’s—”

DONG! DONG!

I gasped, the grandfather clock in the sitting room announcing it was 2 AM. I shuddered, my heart racing. My eyes widened. I just jerked off my new cock in Lana’s living room. I groaned, wishing I hadn’t fallen asleep watching movies with my best friend. If I had gone home, then at least I would be there. And I wouldn’t have had my heart broken by Mrs. Teller.

Fresh tears fell down my cheeks. I let go of my cock. Trying to tug it off just led to filthy masturbating. I stumbled to my feet, heading to the kitchen to find paper towels. I wiped up my creamy mess from the coffee table, feeling so guilty, then I disposed of the evidence in the kitchen trashcan.

My new cock was so tight in my panties. I headed home, leaving the Teller’s house and walking through the cool summer evening back to my own house next door. I slipped into my house and padded upstairs, hoping I didn’t wake up Mom. I reached my bedroom, throwing myself on my bed, crying into my pillows.

After my tears finally stopped, I rolled onto my back, my dick throbbing in my panties. I hated it so much. Why did that stupid fairy curse me with a cock? It just caused so much problems. I was happy lusting at my MILF neighbor from a distance, hanging out at Lana’s house as much as I could so I could vicariously peep on the object of my affection.

I glanced to my bedroom window. It faced out to the Teller’s master bedroom, the lacy curtains open as usual. There she was, sleeping beside her husband. She must have douched herself and went to bed. She always slept naked. There were her breasts pillowed by her arm.

Before I knew it, I was jerking off again. Sitting on my bed, I stroked my dick so hard staring at her sleeping. I groaned when I came, my cum splattering the carpet of my floor. More drizzled over my hand and splashed on my thighs.

No wonder girls joked about a guy and the box of tissues by his bed. Cumming made such a huge mess.

“Damn fairy,” I muttered, falling back onto my bed, the cum drying on the back of my hand. “Stupid, dumb fairy. I bet you’re laughing. ‘Oh, look at my dear, sweet Cassandra in such a tizzy because I gave her a big, huge cock that freaked out the woman she loves and now everyone will know she’s a freak. They’ll see her cock bulging her panties and laugh at her. Tee hee hee.’”

I rolled onto my side. I would have to face the world with a cock. I couldn’t wear any tight bikinis and sunbathe with Lana. I would have to hide the filthy thing. No one could ever know what the futa-fairy cursed me with.

Maybe I could cut it off?

That thought hit me as I lay in a daze on my bed, so tired and wanting to sleep, but so frustrated and sad about what happened I couldn’t. It wormed through me. I could get a pair of scissors and just snip it away.

Then I could be a normal girl again.

But I’d probably end up bleeding to death or something. I think there was an artery that ran through boy’s penis. It’s what let them get so hard. I’d have to wake up my parents, tell them I cut off my own futa-cock, and had to go to the hospital.

So many people would know.

I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling, my dick throbbing in my panties, begging to be stroked again. I shook my head. It was lighter in my room. Dawn approached. My eyes felt like grit. I closed them, too tired to really care now.

And then it happened. I felt something in the world change. Like an energy that had dissipated. My dick throbbed once, and then the pressure in my panties grew less and less. They weren’t so tight, so constrictive and...

My eyes bolted open. I sat up and stared at my panties. They weren’t bulging around my cock. There was nothing. “Oh, please, please say it’s over.”

My fingers pulled aside my panties. I had never been so relieved to see the fiery landing strip leading to my shaved pussy. My slit was as tight as usual. No huge cock bulged out. I ran my fingers through my pussy lips, nudging my clitoral hood. My clit was inside, not hard and aroused.

“Thank god,” I groaned. “It’s over.”

Relief flooded through me. I had lost my chance to ever have my relationship with Mrs. Teller, but at least I wasn’t a freak any longer. I fell back on my pillow and my eyes closed. I must have fallen asleep right away because it was past noon when my beeping phone dragged me out of unconsciousness.

I fumbled for it, reaching. I snagged it off my nightstand. I had a Skype call from Lana. I swiped the screen. “Hello.”

“Hey,” she said brightly, sitting in her bedroom, sunlight almost washing out her blonde hair into a white blur. “You weren’t sleeping on the couch when I woke up.”

“Yeah, I decided to go home and sleep in a bed,” I said.

“You just waking up? You look awful.”

“Thanks,” I grumbled.

She giggled. “Just looking out for you. Your eyes are bloodshot.” She brought her phone closer to her face. “Did you get into your dad’s booze.”

“Just...” I shook my head. “Nothing. Just didn’t sleep. The sun was up when I passed out.”

“Ugg, insomnia’s the worst. Remember last year when I didn’t sleep for two weeks?”

She was exaggerating, as always. “Yeah,” I grinned. “I remember.”

“So, excited for tonight?”

I blinked. “Tonight?”

“My big slumber party.” She shook her head. “Summer’s almost up. One last bash. How could you forget?”

“Right, right. Sorry, just waking up.” I faked a smile. I would be at the Tellers house all evening. “I remember.”

“Then get your keister over here and help me get ready. That’s a best friend’s job.”

“Let me take a shower and look less horrifying,” I said. There was no way I could face Mrs. Teller looking awful. Even if she thought I was a freak.

“Sure, sure, no hurry.”

I shook my head. Lana was like that, one moment so excited about something that it had to be done right away and then the next acting like she didn’t care a bit. “Kay. Bye.”

“Bye.”

The Skype call ended. I groaned, not wanting to get up. But it was past noon.

My stomach twisted and roiled as I took my shower and spent an hour mastering my red hair and applying a light amount of makeup. Nothing overboard. I selected a florescent-green set of bra and panties, cute and fun but not too sexy for a slumber party, and made sure I had a bikini to bring over. I dressed in a flaring, flowery skirt and a tank top, my bra peeking out around the white top, adding a splash of color that worked well with my red hair and green eyes.

My parents were at work, since it was a Friday, and I foraged for food in the kitchen. As much as my stomach was twisting with nerves, I also was starving. It was strange eating while feeling like I wanted to throw up.

I made a cup of chamomile tea and drank that to settle my stomach before facing the Teller house.

Lana and I practically lived at each other’s house, so knocking wasn’t necessary. I opened the door and stepped into the living room. I flushed with guilt when my eyes fell on the coffee table. I moved to it, searching for any streaks.

There was one. A bit of cum I missed.

“Oh, hi,” the strained, bubbly voice of Mrs. Teller said from behind me.

I jumped, spun, and saw the MILF wearing a pair of white shorts and a pink baby doll t-shirt standing at the hallway leading back to the kitchen. She looked so radiant, her blonde curls falling about her head, her legs so tanned and lithe, contrasting with her white shorts. And her breasts ... They filled out that t-shirt.

My pussy grew hot, wet. But no cock sprouted.

“Hi, Mrs. Teller,” I said, my cheeks red. I fidgeted, washing my hands before me.

“Cassandra,” she said, her cheeks darkening with a blush. Her eyes flicked down. “I ... Right, you’re here to help out with the party.”

“It’s gone,” I said, squirming, my eyes burning. “So you don’t have to ... worry?”

“Oh, okay.” She licked her lips. “It was just ... a dream, right? Not real. I mean...” Her cheeks grew darker. “You’re a girl. Not...”

“A futa,” I finished. “Just a dream.”

She stared at me, her own hips swaying. She opened her mouth twice to say something. And then Lana burst into the room from a different hallway that led to the stairs. “Cassandra!”

“Hey,” I smiled.

Lana glanced at me then at her mother, frowning. “What are you two doing? There’s such a weird vibe in here.”

“Just...”

“Talking about dreams,” Mrs. Teller told her daughter. “I found Cassandra having a ... um ... nightmare sleeping on our couch last night. It was...”

“Weird,” I said.

“Oh, is that what had you up all night?” My friend grinned, her face a younger version of her mother’s. “She’s a scaredy-cat. She won’t see any horror films.”

“I can’t handle the stress,” I said. “It’s not fun. I don’t get why you love them, Lana.”

“Because they make me feel sooooo alive.” Lana darted to me. “Now we’re on cupcake duty. And then we have to go out and buy the drinks and chips. Mom gave me a budget.”

“And you’ll stick to it,” Mrs. Teller said, disappearing back down the hallway to the kitchen.

It was weird around Mrs. Teller. All day we kept bumping into each other as I helped Lana get ready for her party. And we always just looked at each other, both of squirming. I wanted to seize her, to tell her I didn’t have the cock and she didn’t have to run. That we could love each other. I didn’t care that she was married.

But she was embarrassed. I was just a kid. Sixteen. Not a sophisticated adult. And there was guilt, too. She had known me all my life. I was her daughter’s best friend and then we had sex last night. And that was without adding the weird cock I had temporarily sprouted.

There were six girls coming for sure, though more were invited, and Lana wanted to have enough food for them all. “I don’t think Deidre’s coming,” Lana said as we shopped for snacks at the WinCo. “She’s attached to the hip to her bratty sister, and Keily was not invited.”

“Yeah, it’s so weird,” I giggled.

“But Mei, Marissa, Kelly, Becky, Rosa, and ... Theresa are definites,” she said, rattling off the names for the seventeenth bazillion time. “Mei only drinks diet soda, right?”

“I think so,” I told her.

“Well, grab a case of Diet Pepsi for her.”

We had a shopping cart full of soda, jugs of Arizona iced tea, and bags of all sorts of chips and dips. It was far too much, but I didn’t say that to Lana. She was clearly having so much fun. She paid with her Mom’s debit card, putting in the pin code while she stared longingly at the locked liqueur shelves.

“Dad’s out of town,” she said. “Left this morning. And mom’s such a heavy sleeper. Why don’t we know anyone who’s twenty-one? This party could be real wild.”

“Yeah,” I said, grinning at her. “Truth or Dare would be so wild if we were drunk.”

“Remember Becky’s party? Oh, my god, I can’t believe you actually kissed her naked ass for the dare.”

My cheeks blushed. None of my friends knew I was a lesbian. “I always do my dares.”

“Alcohol makes you do your dares.” She sighed. “This party will be so lame without it.”

I nudged her hip with mine. “It’ll be a blast. You’ll see.”

She beamed at me, looking almost as sexy as her mother. “Thanks, Cassandra.”

As she hugged me, my nipples tingled and a wet heat raced through me. I hadn’t ever paid attention to Lana. Why would I when I had her MILF mother attracting my attention. Maybe I should have set my sights on a younger Teller woman to seduce. We could be more than friends.

Maybe ... during Truth or Dare, I could dare her to kiss me. That would be wild.

I was wet for the rest of the day as we got everything set up. Around five, the girls began arriving. Mei was first, the Chinese girl beaming as she came in, then Kelly and Theresa. Rosa, Marissa, and Becky arrived together. We all put on our bikinis and hit the pool.

It turned out, I had a lot of hot friends. Mei was petite, her breasts small mounds, but her skin was so exotic. Rosa had golden-brown skin and such a great ass. Becky was almost as stacked as Mrs. Teller, her boobs seemed to float as she lounged against the side of the pool in her blue bikini. Theresa had killer legs, and Becky had these plump, kissable lips. Marissa was a knock out in her one piece stretched around her round breasts, her legs so sleek.

My excitement only grew as we splashed in the water. I didn’t need Mrs. Teller. I could have fun with my friends. One of them had to be at least bicurious. My nipples were so hard, bringing laughs from Mei when she noticed.

“Someone’s thinking of a cute boy,” grinned Mei before she splashed.

“She’s always thinking about boys,” laughed Lana. “She’s boy crazy.”

“I am,” I lied, splashing Mei back.

Shrieks echoed through the backyard as we tried to drown each other. Water splashed in every direction as we screeched and giggled. There were no teams. It was a free-for-all. Alliances would pop up and then were betrayed moments later as we moved around the pool.

“Girls, are you trying to murder each other?” Mrs. Teller asked, coming out in her red bikini.

And the world stopped for me. I stared at her heaving breasts as she sauntered out, her hips swaying. I groaned, lusting after her. My friends were all cute girls. But that was all they were—girls. Mrs. Teller was a woman.

I couldn’t settle for my friends. But how could I have my MILF? I had my chance last night, and the dumb futa-cock blew it. I tracked her as she walked across the pool, sunglasses hiding her eyes, an amused smile on her lips.

Then a huge splash of water crashed into my face. “Pay attention,” Lana laughed. “Or you’re going to lose.”

“How do I win?” I shrieked and splashed back at her.

But as we played, I felt Mrs. Teller’s eyes on me and flushed. I was just proving to her I was a girl, too. Not a woman. Not someone worthy of her beautiful body. I faked my enthusiasm, but the game had lost all its fun. I wasn’t sad when it petered out finally, the eight of us all panting for breath, flushed from our exertion.

Then we were sunbathing, enjoying the last rays of the sun while our stomachs growled. Drinks were poured and chips were snacked on as we talked boys and music and clothes and more boys. I kept glancing at Mrs. Teller, now on her stomach, staring at her ass hugged by her bikini bottoms, wanting to grab them.

My clit throbbed.

I wanted to fuck her again.

God, I hoped I wasn’t missing my futa-cock.

“Okay, let’s order pizza,” Lana announced around seven PM. “I am starving.”

“Yes!” the other girls cheered, and we headed inside the house to change out of our swimsuits.

We settled down into the living room, the glass coffee table moved to the off-limits sitting room, and put in a sappy romcom while we waited for the pizzas. I sat on the floor between Mei and Becky, a Dr. Pepper in hand, snaking on tortilla chips. The laughing and giggling started up immediately as we all squirmed. The pizzas came not long after.

It was a lot of fun. With Mrs. Teller retreated to upstairs, giving us our space, I could relax and forget about my heartache and concentrate on having fun. Soon Mei was dancing before the TV, the movie completely ignored. She laughed and giggled, her boyish hips swaying. She was such a petite thing.