Chapter 3: Futa Thief! Urge to Enjoy Naughty Delights Rising

Virginia Homewood

Saffron had grown a cock.

My twin sister had grown a great, big clit dick after I had cum in her deflowered pussy. However, my futa-cock had shrunk after I erupted in her. None of this made sense. The elf. The dreams. How this cock was spreading.

Nothing made any darn sense.

We were in the restroom at our all-girls high school. It was the lunch break. I had come in here to masturbate, the ache to my new cock needing relief. Of course, Saffron had followed me in here, blew me, then rode my cock. Even now, my seed was matting her black curls. She stared down at me with this big grin on her lips, her short bob of hair framing her adorable face.

“Wow, this feels intense,” my sister said. She looked at me, biting her lower lip. “Would you...?”

“Suck your cock?” I asked, smacking my lips together.

She nodded and wiggled her hips back and forth. She had this look on her face. One of pure need. How could I say no to my twin sister? Plus, her cock was sexy. She had such a gorgeous looking dick. I just wanted to nurse on it.

I hadn’t sucked a cock before, not even the dickgirl-elf from that strange dream in the silver and gold woods. That elf couldn’t be real, but I had grown a cock after she took my virginity in the dream, so ... Something was going on. Something straight out of one of my friend Brígida’s Isekai animes that she loved to watch. Where real people went to a fantasy world. That was insane, but...

My lips kissed the tip of my twin sister’s cock. If this could exist, maybe ... Maybe there was this other world. Did that mean I had to stop some Dark Lord or something? That sounded so horribly cliched.

“Ooh, that’s it,” Saffron purred as my tongue licked around the crown of her cock. “That feels real good.”

I winked at her and licked the salty precum beading out of the slit. This was so wild. I couldn’t believe that I was able to do this. That I was loving my twin sister’s cock with my lips and tongue. I shuddered, my pussy on fire.

I didn’t know what I was doing, but I just did what I thought would feel right. I reveled in the incestuous delight of sucking on my twin sister’s cock. I nursed on her, the salty flavor of her cum spilling over my tongue.

“Yes, yes, yes, that’s so good,” she moaned. “Ooh, you’re going to make me—”

The bathroom door creaked open. Saffron slammed a hand over her mouth as a pair of chatting girls walked in. They passed our stall as I kept sucking and slurping. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. Heat swelled in my pussy. my clit started to itch as I nursed on her. I wanted to drink her cum.

The girls went into the stall. I ignored the sounds they made as I loved my sister’s cock. She had a big and yummy clit-dick. My hand stroked her base while my fingers slid to the curls of her pussy. They were covered in my cum.

A wicked idea popped into my head.

I slid my fingers through her curls and gathered up my spunk. I slid my lips off her cock with a wet plop. She arched her eyebrows. I winked at her and smeared my jizz across the tip of her cock. My twin’s hazel eyes bulged.

I fought the giggle as I licked the salty flavor of my girl-cum of her dick. There was a tangy flavor mixed in with it. Her pussy? It must be. It was such a wonderful and yummy delight. I would enjoy this idea.

I ducked my head beneath her cock to lick at her pussy for a moment. Her cum clung to the black burls of her bush. My golden locks rustled as I nuzzled up and then licked at her curls, that salty spunk and tangy cream mixing.

My sister’s pussy. I had deflowered her. Now I had licked at her.

I had resisted this incestuous passion, but after deflowering her pussy, what was the point in resisting this?

I lapped at her folds, licking up my cum leaking out of her deflowered pussy. I savored stroking my tongue through her folds. I fisted her cock as I licked my cum out of her. She moaned into her hand as the girls flushed the toilet.

Then they were washing hands and chatting as I feasted on my sister’s pussy. They had no idea Saffron and I were in here doing this wicked deed. It was so wrong. We were sisters! But that just made it hotter.

My twin moaned and whimpered as I swirled my tongue around in her pussy. I scooped out my cum from her depths. This was my last chance to taste my cum unless ... Would I get my cock back if she fucked me and cum in me?

Interesting.

The two chatting girls headed out of the bathroom. Saffron ripped her hand from her mouth and moaned, “Virginia, yes! You’re so getting in the spirit! Dickgirl-incest is the best.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, scooping out more of my cum from her depths.

“You’re going o make me explode, you know that. Just burst. It’s going to be so awesome. I want to cum in your mouth.”

“I want, that, too,” I moaned. “Then you’re going to fuck my pussy, right?”

“Absolutely!”

I took one final lick at her pussy folds then I moved my mouth up to the tip of her cock. I caressed her with my tongue. I danced around her spongy crown. A moment later, my lips slid over her tip. I swallowed her. I took her into my mouth and enjoyed her.

Her cock twitched in my mouth. I suckled. I nursed. Drool ran over my chin. It felt so naughty to enjoy her pussy. Such a wicked treat to do this kinky act to her. I suckled on her, bobbing my head with hunger.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, her head tossing from side to side. “That’s incredible. Oh, wow. Oh, my god, that’s awesome.”

I suckled hard.

She bucked, her blouse rustling. “I’m going to dump so much cum down your mouth. Then we’re going to fuck.”

I nursed so hard on her. I suckled. She moaned, her head tossing. She quivered in delight. The salty flavor of precum swelled in my mouth. I stroked the base of her cock with one hand while the other thrust a pair of fingers into her pussy.

Her juicy, silky flesh squeezed down on my digits. My sister gasped and then shuddered. Her moans exploded from her. Her pussy went wild. Her cunt convulsed and writhed around my digits. Hot cum fired from her dick.

Jizz basted the back of my throat.

“Virginia!” squealed my twin sister.

I gulped down her incestuous futa-cum. I swallowed down that thick and creamy tide. It was such a rush to enjoy. I shuddered, my face scrunching up. I nursed on her cock with my hungry mouth. I suckled down all the cum in her ovaries.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, basting the back of my throat with all her cum.

I drank it all down. I swallowed every drop of my sister’s cum. My pussy clenched and clit itched. This was so awesome. She would fuck me next. She would slam that big dick into my pussy and make me explode. I would—

DING-DONG-DING-DONG!

The warning bell. We had five minutes to get to the fourth period.

“Fuck!” Saffron moaned and ripped her cock from my mouth. Drool ran down my chin.

“No, no, we can fuck,” I said.

“Sorry, it’s math next,” Saffron moaned.

“You hate math!” I gasped as she bent down and picked up her black panties.

“I know,” she said. “We’ll have to fuck later!”

“You’re doing this on purpose!” I moaned, grabbing my pink panties with their cute, white bow on the front.

“I don’t control the time,” she said, working the panties up her black thigh-high stockings. She thrust her softening cock between her thighs, tucking like I did. Then her panties drew up. “We’re going to have time to fuck, Virginia.”

“You just don’t want to lose it to me!” I groaned, standing up and drawing on my panties.

“What, no,” she said with this look of wide-eyed innocence on her.

“I’ll get you back for this,” I muttered as we both grabbed our skirts and pulled them up our legs.

“I will fuck your cunt, sister,” she said and kissed me. “Mmm, wipe your mouth. You got drool, pussy cream, and jizz all over your face.”

I huffed as she opened the stall door and stepped out just as girls were coming in. I hastily zipped up and fastened my tartan skirt then I was slipping out, too, rushing over to the sink to splash water on my face, my cheeks burning.

My clit throbbed.

Saffron Homewood

I felt amazing as I left the bathroom, and my twin sister, behind. I had a cock now. A big dick that she totally wanted to steal from me. I mean, I would let her have her cock back, but I just wanted to enjoy having it for a little while longer.

I mean, it might be a tad uncomfortable tucking, but it was still such a thrill to have a dick. Why? No flipping idea. This was crazy. I hummed as headed out to my math class. But I hated math. I had this itch to do something naughty.

I wanted to pick a lock. I have no idea where this impulse came from. It sounded way, way better than going to math, though. Where could I pick a lock in the school? It itched at my mind. And at the tip of my new dick.

It just sounded like a lot of fun.

I leaned against the wall as the other girls were heading off to class. I should be joining them, but my clit-dick twitched and throbbed. One girl swept by, Joann Brinkley. She was in Brígida’s chess club. My hand darted out and I snagged a bobby pin from her hair. It was so fast. She didn’t even notice as she walked on, her locks falling loose over her ear.

I bent the bobby pin, frowning at what I was doing. I made it look like a saw tooth. Why? What was I doing? My cock throbbed and itched. I just had to break into something. I bit my lip and then I headed down the hallway to...

The teacher’s lounge.

I moved without a sound on my saddle shoes, my skirt hardly making a whisk as it swished around my stocking-clad thighs. My eyes darting around as I strolled with purpose. Girls were sliding into classes.

I should be heading to Mrs. Webb’s math class, but this was more fun. I would see what was in the teacher’s lounge. They should all be having to teach classes, right? It was on the first floor by the administration offices.

I hummed to myself as I reached it. I bent over at the drinking fountain. I pushed on the button and leaned down like I was drinking. I looked and waited for the last of the people to enter the classrooms. The halls emptied.

No one paid attention to me. I was getting a drink.

Perfectly normal. Humming, I slid over to the door to the teacher’s lounge. I knelt and thrust the bobby pin bent into a saw tooth shape into the lock. I pumped it in and out of the door fast, raking over the pins.

That was what this was called: raking. I had made the bobby pin into a rake. The saw-tooth shape was knocking up the pins randomly, useful on cheap locks like on an interior door. I just felt the right moment and twisted the bobby pin like it was a key and...

The tumbler spun.

I had knocked up all the pins at the same time, what a key did.

“Wow,” I said. “How the fuck do I know this?”

I realized I knew so much about lock picking. I could see the inside of the cylinder. The tumbler, the holes where the pins went. And they weren’t solid, either, each pin was really two pieces of varying length. They had to be lined up so where they met aligned with the break of the cylinder. They all had to be pushed up for it to turn, but if you pushed the bottom pin up to high the lock wouldn’t turn, and not high enough the top pin would bind it. You could even do evil things like thread a pin or turn it into a spool to give false sets, let the lock picker thick they had set a pin.

“Why do I know all this?” I muttered, opening the door to the teacher’s lounge.

I looked around. My instincts told me there was something in here worth stealing. Something that would be important for...

Virginia?

Why would Virginia need me to break into the teacher’s lounge?

“This is all your fault, Ms. Cock,” I said to my clit-dick. “You’ve put all these kinky ideas in my head.”

I looked around. There were lockers for the teachers. I saw familiar names like: Ms. Jérôme, Ms. Fonseca, Ms. Kang, Mrs. Webb, Mrs. Bagley, Ms. Ripley, Mrs. Winton, Mrs. Bean, Ms. Hailey, Ms. Easom, and Ms. Bisset. They all had various types of locks on them. Most were combination locks. Those seemed impossible to pick, but they were really easy.

I just needed a shim (a thin piece of metal), slip it down into where the arm slid into the lock and push back the restraining bolt. They were more worthless than a key lock. If I had a shim, of course. Which I didn’t.

But I didn’t care. This wasn’t it. I looked at the couches and chairs. There was a kitchenette and a large refrigerator meals would be put in. A potted plant. A small TV mounted on the wall. It was smaller than the one my twin and I had in our dorm room.

“What does Virginia what me to steal?”

Footsteps echoed outside the door. My thief senses tingled—yes, I had thief senses now for no flipping reason—and I dove behind the couch, slipping between it and the space before the wall. I wiggled to the right and peered out the side of it through the legs of an end table as the door opened.

“Good, there’s no one in here,” purred the voice of my math teacher. Mrs. Webb strode in. “I needed to see you again, Ella. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

My jaw dropped as Mrs. Webb, her brown hair in a bun and glasses on her mature face, strode in. Behind her came Ella, her red hair framing her gorgeous face. My clit-dick throbbed at how beautiful the busty girl was in her school uniform. She had on the same white blouse that molded to her tits, her skirt the same pleated tartan. She wore knee-high socks.

“Mmm, you want another taste, huh?” Ella purred.

“God, yes,” moaned Mrs. Webb.

“Aren’t you supposed to be teaching all those young minds about cosine and tangent?” cooed Ella, her voice like liquid honey.

My futa-cock throbbed as Mrs. Webb began unbuttoning the front of her blouse. She ripped it opened and revealed a pair of large tits constrained in a black bra. Her wedding ring gleamed on her hand.

“How many of your teachers have you seduced?” Mrs. Webb moaned. “I can’t be the only one.”

“Ms. Bisset,” purred Ella. “And Ms. Ripley. Mrs. Bagley. Ms. Kang.”

“You have been busy,” groaned Mrs. Webb.

I’ll say, I thought, my cock growing harder and harder as Mrs. Webb undid the front of her bra. I shuddered as it popped apart and her large breasts sprang out. She had her back to Ella, but I saw those big, lovely boobs head on.

My dick throbbed in my panties, trapped against my pussy getting juicier and juicier. I had gone Bi like Virginia. Or maybe the cock made me go full lesbian. Wait, was it lesbian if I had a dick? I didn’t know. I was just staring at those boobs.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” moaned Ella.

“Yes, yes, that is such a lovely delight you have. Mmm, that’s going to fuck me hard.”

“So hard,” cooed Ella.

Mrs. Webb turned around and pinned her down on the very couch I was behind. I gasped and then, for a moment, saw Ella’s face over the top, but she didn’t look down. Then I heard kissing. Their lips were smacking together.

I had to get out of here and do something about my hardon. I had the end table before me. Then there was the recliner. I would have a straight shot to the door. Could I sneak out of here without getting caught?

Why not? I was some sort of genius dickgirl-thief now.

Mrs. Webb and Ella! That was so hot.

I wiggled out from behind the couch as silent as a mouse. They were so lost to their kissing. Clothes rustled. Ella’s blouse fell on the end table. I caught a glimpse of her breast in a red bra before the settling top cut off my view.

Which meant they couldn’t see me either.

“Oh, yes, yes, those young tits. Push your firm boobs against mine,” Mrs. Webb moaned.

“Like this?” Ella cooed.

“Yes!”

My clit-dick throbbed, so painfully trapped in my panties now. I crawled on my elbows and caught behind the chair. I was feet from the door. I peeked out and saw them rubbing tits to tits. Then they kissed again, Mrs. Webb’s eyes closed.

I crawled to the door, keeping low. I reached up and twisted the knob silently. I pushed it open and then slid out on my belly, catching the door with my foot and letting it close slowly. Movement attracted attention.

I rolled over and gained my feet with a feat of acrobatics, my skirt swishing. I marched down the hallway straight for the nearest bathroom. I had to rub one out. Ella was seducing our teachers now. I had heard of that one teacher who had been rumored to have fucked the lesbian.

The teacher who had been fired last year.

“And Mrs. Webb is married,” I panted. “Straight! Ella, you’re the woman! Damn!”

I popped into the nearest bathroom, fished out my futa-cock from my panties, and went down on it. I just pictured Mrs. Webb’s big tits as Ella fucked her with that big strap-on Virginia and I saw her using on Akane this morning. That girl got around.

Mrs. Webb moaned in my mind, her married body heaving. The MILF gasped out in rapture as Ella drove her fleshy dildo into her cunt. The sounds echoed in my mind, my pussy clenching as I fisted my huge dick.

I did not last long.

I was just so turned on from both my successful sneaking and the fact I stole this information: Ella was fucking Mrs. Webb. Why did Virginia need to know that? No clue. But it was hot. So flipping hot I erupted in only a minute or two.

“Oh, my god,” I gasped, never cumming so fast when masturbating my pussy alone. “Yes, yes, yes!”

My pussy spasmed around my fingers while my cock erupted in my stroking grip. I shuddered, pumping my jizz straight into the toilet bowl. Mostly. I shuddered through the rapture, my moans echoing through the stall.

It was an amazing orgasm. I thoroughly loved every second of it. This was such a treat. I was too thrilled to enjoy it. I buzzed with the delight of cumming like this. Just felt effervescent with delight. This was a good life.

Just having orgasms with my dick and sneaking into places I shouldn’t go. I felt a wanderlust to go and steal more things.

But, for now, I should head back to class.

I wiped up the seat with toilet paper, threw the scraps into the bowl, and headed on my way. I whistled as I did, my hips cocking from side to side as I went. I had a song in my heart. A wonderful and naughty song.

I reached Mrs. Webb’s class. I strolled in and said, “Sup!”

I had beaten Mrs. Webb to class. That was awesome.

I nodded to Lada. The blonde head of the cheer squad was one of mine and Virginia’s friends. Her, Brígida, and Aria were all tight. Lada arched an eyebrow at me. The busty cheerleader had bright, blue eyes and a feisty smile.

“Where were you?” she asked.

“Oh, just poking around here and there.”

“Have you seen what’s happened to our teacher?” asked Lada.

Just then, a flushed Mrs. Webb burst in. She was patting her bun of brown hair and adjusting her glasses. “Sorry, sorry! I had a meeting with one of my students and it went a little long. So sorry. Now let’s get settled down and salvage the period.

“You would not believe who that student was and how big was her strap-on dildo,” I purred to Lada.

“Holy shit, Mrs. Webb and Ella were...?”

I winked at my friend. Her jaw dropped. I could tell she wanted details as she followed me to her seat and sat down in the back. I just smirked at her, my cock getting hard and naughty. I set my cell phone before my math book and began covertly sending Lada a text message.

Virginia Homewood

My clit was itching as I entered my fourth-period class, abandoned by Saffron. My twin sister could be so cruel. I took my usual seat in the second row. I hated sitting upfront while my two friends in this class loved to sit there.