Chapter 1: Keily's Futa Gift

November was my favorite month of the year. And even though it was cold standing out on the street waiting for the school bus to take us to Washington High, I didn’t care. Two weeks ago, on November 3rd, I turned fifteen. Until December 6th, I was the same age as my older sister Deidre. A month of not being younger than her. Technically. And now I had another reason to love November. The days were so short.

The sun hadn’t even risen as we shivered on the street, our cheeks as rosy as our hair.

My older sister Deidre, the love of my life, had bright-red hair. It would glow in the sunlight, and even in the predawn gloom, it had a vibrancy about it, a fire that no darkness could wholly smother. Her blue eyes twinkled as she shifted her hips, the front of her skirt bulging with my favorite thing in the world: her futa-cock.

At the start of summer vacation, my sister made a wish to the futa-fairy to grow a cock so she could make love to me. I would never forget that night. It burned with such a zesty freshness in my mind waking up to Keily pressing her cock against my virgin pussy. The shock that my older sister had a dick made me tremble.

And then she thrust, popping my cherry.

My hot pussy clenched down hard on her futa-dick. My eyes rolled back into my head. I groaned and gasped, my thighs clamping down on her waist. Her girl-cock slid into my virgin depths, ripping through my hymen with ease. Such rapture shuddered through me.

I came so hard on her dick.

Then she flooded me with her hot cum. My naughty pussy milked her. And our love, simmering between the two of us, exploding with incestuous passion. We both gasped and moaned, making love over and over.

And then the sun rose and her dick vanished.

And this is the second reason I loved November now. Because the shorter the days became, the more time I had to play with her futa-dick. I licked my lips, staring at her shaft tenting the front of her skirt, still hard despite our mother sucking Deidre off before she went off to work, something she only had to do on Friday’s.

“What?” Deidre asked, cars driving past us on 112th Street.

“Just staring at that yummy cock,” I purred, licking my lips. Even with her sweater on, her curvy body was so apparent. She wasn’t a slim, petite girl like I was. My futa-sister had curves.

“Oh, yeah?” Deidre asked. “You thinking about doing something about it?”

“You daring me to?” I moaned, not caring that cars passed. Thanks to the last few months, and the naughty antics of the two futa-cheerleaders plus Ms. Marcie, the futa-teacher, I knew we wouldn’t get in any trouble. Everyone at school now knew we dated, and no one cared that we were sisters fucking each other.

There were a few sisters doing that now. Plus Ms. Marcie loved to fuck her daughter during class when she wasn’t fucking one of us.

“Yeah, I dare you to suck my cock and let me cum all over your face,” grinned Deidre. “Right here. But you’ll have to work hard to keep my cock warm.”

“Mmm, my mouth will do it.” My pussy clenched, my breath fogging the air before me.

“Better hurry. Sunrise isn’t that far off.”

I fell to my knees before my sister, feeling the icy cold bleeding through my tights. I thrust up her long skirt. She wore thick, white tights beneath, you had to when wearing a skirt in this weather. My pussy clenched, soaking my pink tights. Like my sister, I didn’t bother with panties any longer.

I hauled down her tights. She gasped, her futa-dick meeting contact with the frigid air. My hands grasped her dick, clad in my thin, woolly gloves. I opened my mouth and inhaled her girl-cock as a car passed, headlights illuminating me. My auburn hair glowed at the edges of my vision, spilling about my face as I bobbed.

“Oh, yes, my little sister is such a horny slut for my girl-dick,” Deidre moaned. “Mmm, I love it.”

So did I.

It made my pussy so hot to blow her out on the street, to let the world see that I loved my sister. Incest was so hot. My mouth bobbed as I stroked my woolly glove up and down her girl-dick, my mouth sucking, nursing on her dick.

Her salty precum flowed. I savored it staining my tongue. I swirled it around her throbbing crown, making her gasp, great explosions of frosty air bursting from her mouth. Steam rose from her forehead as her face grew flushed.

Her gloved hands seized my auburn hair, her hips bucking forward, thrusting her cock deeper into my warm mouth. I sucked so hard, giving her the pleasure she craved. My pussy grew hotter and hotter, demanding attention.

I pinned my left hand with my right arm and side, peeling off my glove. The cold hit my fingers. But only for a moment because I hiked up my skirt and plunged my digits down my tights, brushing my curly pubic hair before finding the hot lips of my pussy.

“Yes, yes, masturbate that hot cunt, you little slut,” she groaned. “Oh, yes, you’re such a whore. Mmm, I love it. My little sister is such a whore for my dick.”

My mouth sucked harder, nursing on her dick. Drool dribbled down my chin as her precum coated my mouth.

“Oh, yes, Keily, I love you so much. I’m going to pump your stomach full of my futa-cum. Send you to school with jizz on your breath.”

I sucked with all my might, my fingers rubbing at my hot pussy. My juices coated my digits, slicking them to glide through my folds. I brushed my clit, sending hot shudders through my body. Behind me, cars drove past, whipping of freezing winds to blow around us.

Keily was so lucky. I wanted to be a futa so badly. I would fuck my sister and our mother all the time. We could love her together. Then I could breed my big sister like she was trying to breed me. I hoped this time she did it. Only two weeks until my period.

We were on the same cycle. If I grew a dick today, I could breed her, too.

“Oh, my god,” groaned Deidre. “That’s it, Keily. Oh, wow, you are sucking so hard. What did you just think of?”

Something so naughty.

My fingers danced through my pussy, plunging over and over into my hot depths. My cheeks hollowed as I bobbed my mouth on my sister’s girl-dick. I squirmed, my clit throbbing as the heel of my hand ground on it, shooting delight through my body.

“I’m going to cum,” gasped Deidre. “Oh, Keily, you naughty slut. Let me cum all over that face. I want you to wear my jizz to school! Let everyone know you’re my girlfriend! My little sister is my girlfriend!”

I ripped her cock out of my mouth, my woolly glove stroking up and down her dick. The rough cloth brushed her sensitive tip, dripping with my saliva. She gasped, bucked, her round tits bouncing beneath her sweater.

Hot jizz spurted from her girl-dick.

At the first splash of futa-cum on my face, my pussy clenched on my fingers. My orgasm exploded through me. My clit throbbed as I stroked her dick, moving her cock, painting her cum across my face. She drenched every bit of my flesh. Her cum glistened on me. I shivered and shuddered, pleasure racing through me.

Air breaks groaned as the bus approached.

“Yes, yes, yes,” hissed Deidre. “Oh, I’m drenching your face.”

Cum splashed in my mouth, so wonderfully salty. More dribbled down my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. I felt it mat down my hair at the peak of my forehead. More spunk ran in hot rivulets across my face, racing for my neck.

“I love it,” I howled, my orgasm peaking, my body shuddering. “I love you, Deidre!”

“Love you, my slutty little sister,” she purred as I squeezed out the last drop of cum on my tongue.

The bus doors opened behind me.

I groaned, pulling my fingers out of my spasming pussy, my orgasm dying into buzzing delight. I grinned at the bus driver as I turned around, loving the spunk painted on my face. I boarded the bus, letting everyone witness my sister’s spunk dribbling down my face.

“Hot,” a classmate groaned.

“I wish my sister was a futa,” another moaned.

“It’s the best,” I sighed, slipping into a seat, Deidre sitting right beside me.

She leaned over and lapped her own spunk off my chin, drawing her tongue up to my lips. As we kissed, the bus pulled away from the curb. I groaned, swapping my jizz back and forth with her as I trembled in ecstatic delight.

I so wanted to be a futa. Almost every girl in school did, too. No one knew how the futa-fairies made their selections. There was my sister, and then Kimmie and Cassie on the cheer squad, though Cassie joined because she was a futa. Ms. Marcie, my second period teacher, had also became a futa. Plus my friends Amber, Rita, and Yunjin all had mothers who became futas. Some of them were futas during the day, like Ms. Marcie, and others were futas at night, like my sister and the cheerleaders.

No one knew why scavenger save we all lived in Parkland.

I quivered and groaned on the short bus ride to our high school. Deidre licked me clean of every drop of futa-cum she splashed on my face, sharing it with me while the other girls cooed in envy at me. Well, not dark-skinned Pattie.

Her mother, Dr. Rita, always sent her to school with a pussy full of futa-cum. Pattie then let a lucky girl lick her pussy clean in the bathroom before classes started. There’d be a line of hopefuls each eager to clean her up, just to get a taste of the futa-passion.

Just as the bus reached our school, sunrise hit. My sister gasped beside me, trembling and then groaning as the delicious bulge vanished from beneath her skirt, her cock shrinking back to a little clit. But I still loved her anyways.

It was fun licking just her pussy, too.

“Have a good day at classes,” Deidre said. She was a sophomore, while I was only a lowly freshman, so she had different classes than me.

“Enjoy your day.”

She caught me in a hug and gave me the hottest kiss too sisters could share, seasoned by her futa-cum. Then she broke it and strolled away. I shivered, smoothing my skirt then beaming as Belinda, Ms. Marcie’s daughter, walked up, waving.

“Look at how many girls are lining up for Pattie today,” Belinda said, a busty girl with brown hair in pigtails. She was my age, but she was more developed than my sister.

“Yeah, there’s a few senior girls in there,” I giggled. “Lucky me I don’t have to wait in line.”

Belinda leaned over and licked up an errant line of cum off my neck, sending a shiver down to my pussy. “No, you don’t. I can’t wait for summer vacation. Mom, with her cock for sixteen hours a day ... Ooh, I will be fucked so much.”

“Your mother will have to hold parties for her students,” I told her when my cell phone chirped.

Belinda nodded her head. “Absolutely.”

I pulled out my phone, frowning at the next message. I didn’t recognize the number that sent it. I opened it and ice-blue snowflakes swirled down across my phone before the actual message appeared in a bright-blue font.

“Never seen a text message do that,” I said, hoping it wasn’t a virus. I heard smartphones could be infected with those like a computer.

Oh, I really felt that orgasm, Keily. It made my pussy so hot and wet.

So don’t you worry your hot, little cunt. I will make it happen. I will make sure you fuck your sister with your own futa-dick. And breed her. You’ll both be pregnant at the same time. I promise you. Expect me real soon. I’m going to take you so hard.

Oooh, incest is the best!

B

Esq. of Winter

My jaw dropped. “No way!”

Belinda blinked at me, leaning close to peer at my screen. “What?”

“This is it!” I gasped. “This is the other fairy. The one who made your mom into a futa.”

My friend furrowed her brow, reading the screen. Her jaw dropped. “No way! That is it. Mom showed me the message. Oh, my god, the futa-fairy is going to visit you.”

“I’m going to be a futa!” I exclaimed, bouncing at the school’s entrance. I wouldn’t be a futa at the same time as my sister, but I would still be able to fuck her and breed her. B even promised we’d be pregnant together. “This is awesome.”

“How did you do it?” demanded Belinda. “I’ve been wanting this so badly. I love my mom’s cock, but I want to fuck her, too. I want to feel her tits sliding about my girl-dick. She loves mine.” My friend squeezed her big breasts through her blouse, her nipples poking at the material. “Please, tell me.”

“I have no idea,” I groaned. “I was just thinking about it while sucking off my sister waiting for the school bus.”

“I think about becoming a futa when sucking off my mom all the time,” groaned Belinda.

“Sorry,” I said. And I was. I wanted her to become a futa, too. But that wouldn’t diminish my excitement. The futa-fairy was coming. For me!

I squirmed when I reached my first period class, boring history taught by boring Mr. Culvert. I couldn’t focus at all, my pussy soaking my tights. I felt the stretchy material drink in my pussy juices with such an absorbent hunger while I squirmed and wiggled on the chair, my face burning so bright with eager need.

I pictured my futa-cock thrusting from my pussy’s folds, spreading my tight lips apart and bouncing before me. I wondered what it would feel like. Deidre tried to describe it, but she never quite could explain what it felt like cumming with a cock.

“It’s just this powerful rush. First there’s this aching needed, like having an itching pussy, but it’s concentrated at the tip of my dick. And then when I cum, that pressure explodes out of my dick. It’s so awesome. I just spasm and moan. And my pussy joins the fun, giving me that treat you’re more familiar with.”

I tried to pay attention to the lecture, but I didn’t care about Reconstruction after the Civil War. My eyes glazed over as he drowned on and on. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I wanted to masturbate, but without my futa-sister around, I’d just get in trouble.

I squeezed my thighs so tight, trying to take pressure off my clit.

I let out little whimpers.

“Keily, do you need to use the bathroom?” Mr. Culvert asked near the middle of the lesson.

“Yes!” I hissed, hopping to my feet. “Thank you very much, sir!”

I darted out of the classroom, shoes squeaking on the linoleum. I burst into the hallway, racing for the nearest bathroom. If anyone stood in my way, I would have bowled them over. A hot pussy was coming through and nothing would stop it.

I crashed through the bathroom door, already pulling down my tights before I reached the first stall. I hobbled the last few feet, the tights banding around my ankles. I held up my skirt, cool air wafting around my pussy, and sat down on the toilet seat.

I didn’t even close the stall door.

I shoved my hands between my thighs, brushing the thin wisps of bright-red hair adorning my juicy pussy. I closed my eyes, imagining my clit turned into a huge dick. A clit-dick. It thrust majestically from my crotch, quivering with excitement to fuck my sister so badly. To just ram my cock home and make her squeal on it.

My fingers found my clit, massaging the little bud. I whimpered, my pussy clenching. In moments, my feet drummed on the floor. Rapture shot through my body, juices squirting out of my cunt and splashing in the toilet.

“Holy fucking wow!” I howled, bucking, heat filling my body, euphoria making me dizzy. I came so fast. Just a few touches, and I exploded. I couldn’t believe it. “Oh, yes, I needed that.”

I slumped back against the metal plumbing of the toilet, not caring that it dug into my back, and panted. My eyes fluttered. My small breasts rose and fell, poking at my sweater. Without a bra on, the material itched and scratched my sensitive nubs.

I loved it.

“Oh, B, you have to come so soon,” I moaned as I shuddered a final time.

With great reluctance, I pulled up my tights and licked my tangy juices off my fingers. I tottered out of the stall to the sinks, splashing cold water on my face. Then I headed back to class, buzzing, some of the tension released from my orgasm.

But not enough.

Oh, no, I squirmed through the second half of Mr. Culvert’s lecture on Reconstruction. God, it was the most boring, tedious stuff. Who cared about stuff that happened over a hundred years ago? They didn’t even have the internet back then. None of it mattered in modern times.

Especially when I had a date with the futa-fairy. Soon I’d have a big, throbbing girl-dick to fuck my sister, my mom, and my friends. I’d have so much fun with my clit-dick. Every girl in school would be after me.

But I’d always save a load for my Deidre.

I slouched off to Ms. Marcie’s class not long after. When I walked into the futa-teacher’s room, my back straightened. It was hard not to when you came face-to-face with a futanari. The air hummed around them. And she was gorgeous, a busty MILF whose blouse barely constrained those big, lush tits of hers. They wanted to spill out before my face. She had on thigh-high stockings, her dark skirt so short the tops flashed.

And her skirt bulged with her futa-dick.

“Hello, Keily,” she purred.

“Hello, Ms. Marcie,” I greeted my English teacher. Only the girls called her Ms. Marcie. The boys called her Ms. Baumgartner if they spoke to her at all. They always went to the back of the classroom to study silently. Ms. Marcie’s lessons were not for them, but for us girls.

I found my seat in the second row, squirming, my pussy on fire. Juices flooded out of me. I just dripped in anticipation of my futa-cock. I glanced at the clock, groaning at how only an hour had passed since the text.

“Come on, show up,” I groaned.

“Well, what at lovely day we’re having,” Ms. Marcie said. “I hope you all did your homework. I want poems of such erotic, lesbian passion that they make me quiver, girls.”

“Yes, Ms. Marcie,” we all purred. I reached into my schoolbag, hauling out my homework and setting it on the desk.

The boys in the back just read silently. They ignored the real fun happening up front. The futa-fairies’ magic was amazing.

“Jamie Miller, come and read yours,” Ms. Marcie purred as I kept squirming, biting my lips, my pussy so on fire.

“Yes, Ms. Marcie,” Jamie said, a short girl who had a face that reminded me of a pixie, framed by her short, brown hair. She held her poem in her hands, her cheeks pink, her nipples pressing at the front of her white, schoolgirl blouse. Tartan skirts swirled about her thighs.

Many of the girls dressed to please Ms. Marcie. She had a schoolgirl fetish.

I struggled to listen, to pay attention, but my pussy was so hot. When would B get here? I rubbed my pussy into my thighs as I ground on my seat, growing so desperately horny again as I pictured having my girl-dick.

“Looks like someone has a hot little cunt,” purred Ms. Marcie from behind me.

“Yes, Ms. Marcie,” I groaned. “I’m trying to pay attention, but I’m just so horny.”

“Mmm, why don’t you kneel on your seat, and I’ll take care of you.”

My pussy clenched. “Yes, Ms. Marcie.”

I obeyed, folding my legs beneath me and kneeling on my desk. I leaned over it, my ass resting on the top of my seat. Ms. Marcie rubbed her bulging crotch against my butt. I shivered, so eager to have my own dick.

When would B come? Unless it was a prank. It better not be!