Today, too, Edogawa-san was humming along to Kiana's piano.
When did it start? Was it when Edogawa-san moved in, three months ago? Kiana had only caught a brief glimpse of her then, as the movers hauled Edogawa-san's scant belongings up the stairs. This apartment building had no elevator, and Kiana recalled offering one of the movers a bottle of water as she came home from her part-time job. At that moment, she happened to glance into Edogawa-san's home, the summer heat making sweat drip into her eyes; but, even through blurred vision, she could tell Edogawa-san was special.
Brown hair tumbled down to her shoulders, tied up in a ponytail that restrained the wild waves, each strand catching the light in such a way that they seemed to glitter with golden accents. Her eyes were the color of dappled spring leaves, a light green sea dotted with little flecks of amber. Her face was small, more angular than round, with noble cheekbones and full, red lips. She wore a loose, baggy white camisole under a half-sleeve light blue cardigan, a long, flared black skirt falling to just below her knees.
If Kiana had to hazard a guess, she'd say Edogawa-san looked around thirty. At the very least, she looked far more adult-like than Kiana did. Kiana Sakurayama was just a lanky college student scrounging funds together from multiple part-time jobs. The only thing she had going for her was the body she'd trained through playing volleyball in high school, and even that had gotten a lot less impressive after three years of constant stress from juggling college, work, and her dwindling social life.
Her one respite from her stress was her piano. Well, an electric keyboard, but a piano nonetheless. She wasn't a professional by any means; she wasn't even half-decent, really. She just liked pressing the keys, hearing the simple, charming melodies that her brain came up with, sometimes accidentally pressing a wrong note that added a nice little bit of spice.
She tended to keep her windows open when she played, letting the wind filter in and the music filter out. Something just felt right when the sound of her peaceful plinking mixed with the cacophony of revving engines and honking horns outside. A small part of her also wished someone would hear her, give an audience to her little performance, remember her as the one quirky woman who played the piano.
She never expected Edogawa-san would be that person. At some point, through Kiana's open window, she heard a soft, lilting hum, singing along to her improvisation. It took her a moment to realize this was the voice of her new neighbor. From then until now, she hardly ever saw Edogawa-san, but every time she sat at the keyboard, the older woman's gentle harmonies wouldn't be far behind.
Kiana's fingers slowed to a stop. It was getting late; turning off her keyboard, she stood, stretching. She'd been playing for about an hour, the sun dipping low in the sky. The chill of autumn blew through the open window; shivering a little, she slid it closed, cutting off the noise from outside.
Thoughts of Edogawa-san swirled through her mind. It was such a strange relationship that they shared. Complete strangers, yet cooperating without words or promises at random times of the day. She couldn't help but be interested in the older woman. She wanted to talk to her. To share stories with her. To invite her out to dinner. To spend a passionate night with her. To pin her to a bed and shower her with kisses and love until her pretty, mature face became loose with pleasure...
Kiana shook her head, trying to banish the thought, but it was too late. Her body was reacting, her crotch heating up against her will.
Kiana sighed, grabbing a towel and moving to the bed. Her lewd fantasies had grown worse as of late; the stress must have been getting to her. Lying on her back, she placed the towel between her legs, then slipped her fingers under her shorts, biting her lip as she pulled them down. As they slid down her thighs, the thing she had been hiding within the baggy fabric emerged: a significant bulge pressing against the front of her panties.
The bulge was quickly growing larger, pitching a tent against her silk underwear as her secret swelled and throbbed. Kiana shifted her panties aside, letting her secret spring free.
Nine inches of hard, thick meat sprung up, quivering as it pointed to the sky. Below it, a loose, stretchy, heavy nutsack rested against her clitoris, and below that, her already moist flower twitched with need.
Kiana was a futanari. Only her parents and her doctor knew about it; she hadn't told even her closest friends. If they knew she had such a monstrous tool, she knew they'd never be able to look at her the same way. To them, people like her were fictional beings, after all.
Futanari were rare, and typically at risk for many health complications; according to the doctor, a healthy child born with both sexes that lived past the age of 7 was a one in a hundred million. Kiana was lucky enough to be the perfect picture of health; but, that hadn't made her life any easier. She was constantly forced to hide her girth with loose clothes, bindings, tape, and whatever else she could use. She was never able to use the same changing rooms or public baths as other women. During puberty, she was plagued with incredibly high libido, her wet dreams involving male and female classmates alike. She desperately wanted a lover to pour her romantic and sexual desires onto, but was too scared to approach either boys or girls. After all, she was neither sex. Abnormal. A freak.
Even now, her experience with romance was nil. She'd been asked out before multiple times, always by boys attracted to her womanly appearance. They were drawn in by her lush black hair, her soft, big brown eyes, her toned, supple, curvy body with D-cup breasts and a plump bubble butt. However, she'd never found the courage to accept. What if they shunned her after finding out her secret? What if that secret spread and her whole social circle recoiled from her? Thoughts like that kept her well away from any chance at a relationship. But she still so desperately wanted a lover.
In the end, all she could do was comfort herself.
"Edogawa-san..." Kiana whisper-moaned, one hand sliding along the length of her shaft, another sneaking down to her dripping maidenhood. She guiltily pictured her neighbor, visualizing the older woman's curvaceous, mature body. Though Edogawa-san tended to wear loose clothing, Kiana could tell the older woman had assets larger than her own, the outline of Edogawa-san's huge breasts and ass always catching Kiana's eye when she happened to see a glimpse of her neighbor. She imagined what it would be like to mold those huge breasts, to grope that fat ass, to watch as her cock was swallowed between those thick, jiggling buttcheeks...
"Hnnnfff...♡" Kiana lifted her hips, stroking her cock faster, the fingers on her other hand finding her wet hole and sliding inside. She wanted to devour Edogawa-san with kisses while mercilessly pounding her juicy, mature pussy. She wanted to see her ass ripple as she fucked her from behind. She wanted to say things like, "Does my cock feel good...?♡ Your pussy's sucking on it so desperately...♡ Fuck, it's so
tight and wet...♡
"
Kiana's tongue began to loll as she pumped her cock and fingered her cunt closer and closer to orgasm. Perhaps Edogawa-san was a dom? In that case, Kiana would be the one pinned down, maybe even helplessly tied up, her defenseless futa cock trapped in Edogawa-san's expert grip. The older woman would give her a steamy, triumphant look as she used both hands to torment Kiana's cock, before her mature, luscious lips would descend on the squirming futa's member and drown it in pleasure...
"Haa!♡ Hngah!♡ Fuck, I'm cumming, cumming...♡ Edogawa-san, Edogawa-san, I'm cumming!!!♡♡♡" Kiana fingered her G-spot with practiced precision as she jerked herself off at high speeds, every rub of her fingers against her pussy walls pressing directly against the base of her cock. In just two minutes, she reached a thunderous climax, juices squirting from both of her urethras as she spasmed, arching her back and curling her toes with a strangled moan.
"OGHHHOOOOOHHH!!!!♡♡♡♡" Even while she came, she didn't stop rubbing herself, squeezing out every last drop of her passion. Thick, creamy milk spurted from her cock, splattering all over her stomach and chest, soaking and sliming her shirt. Her femcum sprayed like a fountain, splashing against her palm, thoroughly soaking her panties, and dripping onto the towel she had placed beforehand. For several seconds, Kiana milked herself dry, gasping from the aftershocks of her climax before ultimately collapsing onto the bed, her chest heaving as she pulled her hands away from her crotch. Her fingers were sticky with her shame, spiderwebs of fluid stretching between her fingers.
She ran a hand through the puddle of semen on her shirt, playing with her own cum, bringing it to her mouth and sucking her fingers lasciviously. She loved the sinful taste of her own debauchery, the bitter cream sliding down her throat and making her hungry for more.
That was when her doorbell rang, shocking her from her reverie. She bolted upright, her eyes flitting to the intercom, where a camera in her doorbell revealed her worst nightmare.
Edogawa-san was standing outside, fiddling with her hair, a nervous expression on her face.
Kiana went white as a sheet. Had she been found out? Surely not; this wasn't the first time she had masturbated like this, and the walls of her apartment were quite thick. But, now that she thought back, maybe she'd screamed Edogawa-san's name much louder than she'd meant to. Stupid, stupid!
Rushing to her feet, Kiana whipped off her soaked t-shirt, grabbing several fistfuls of tissues and furiously wiping away the obscene juices clinging to her crotch and thighs. Stumbling because of the shorts around her ankles, she hastily grabbed a fresh shirt from her dresser, throwing it on. Her cock throbbed, stiffening once more, and she cursed under her breath. Now was not the time to be getting excited...! But her dirty body wasn't listening to her, the thought of Edogawa-san having heard her shameful masturbation filling her with sinful joy.
She bit her lip as she peeled her love-soaked panties away from her body, scrambling to find a fresh pair. Yanking her new panties and shorts back up, she desperately squeezed her thick cock against her body using the waistband of her shorts, trapping it against her stomach. Changing panties turned out to be completely ineffective; the new ones quickly became utterly soaked with the remnants of arousal flowing out of her pussy. Precum dribbled from the tip of her cock, leaving a trail of slime on her belly. She hoped to God that Edogawa-san wouldn't notice the stains forming on her clothes.
Her dirty shirt, underwear, and towel were thrust into her laundry basket. Dashing to the bathroom, she scrubbed her hands clean, washing away any last vestiges of her fluids. Checking herself in the mirror, she hastily fixed up her hair and washed her face, but no amount of cold water could cool the burning in her cheeks.
Stepping out of the bathroom, she scanned her room. Tissues disposed of? Check. No weird, wet marks on her bed? Check. No other incriminating evidence of her deed? Check...
The smell.
Kiana grabbed a canister of air freshener, spraying it liberally all over her bed, dampening the intense, bitter musk of futanari cum. That same bitter taste was coating her mouth and throat; her breath stank of fertile, creamy semen.
She rushed back to the bathroom, furiously scrubbing her teeth and tongue with a toothbrush, her eyes flitting to the clock.
It had already been ten minutes since Edogawa-san rang the doorbell.
