Chapter 1: Encounter
Ear piercing beeps roared from the digital alarm clock on my nightstand, demanding that I rise from my peaceful, uneventful slumber. Each blaring scream of the alarm drilling into my brain, dragging an irritated sigh out from my lips. My hand lunges out and slams the buzzing annoyance into silence as I groggily sit up from my bed, blinking the sleep from my dark brown eyes.
I throw the covers off my small body and hesitantly rise from my throne of sleep. I look at my room and let out another sigh, still not fully used to the surprising luxury of a college dorm room. The bedroom was easily around a hundred square feet, ten by ten to be exact; leaving more than enough room for the sheer lack of possessions I own. But that's not what surprises me the most...
Normally you'd think a college dorm would only give you a twin sized bed if you're lucky, but no... I have a queen-sized bed. Well, I guess that's what being an honor student gets you. At my university, if you're grades are stellar and you've been a student for three or more years, you can apply for special housing. And lucky me, I applied and was accepted.
So that means I get to live a good 3 miles away from the main campus in a secluded little cottage. It has a small kitchenette, a living room, a bathroom with both a shower and a huge bathtub. It can easily fit three or even four people. However, this little cottage has two bedrooms, meant for two people to live in for the entire school year. But, the second bedroom is still empty. Apparently, my new roommate won't be moving in for another day or so, despite it already being a week into the fall semester of my third year.
I heard that she's a second year, yet somehow managed to get accepted to live in one of these cottages. "She must be wicked smart and a snob." I groaned under my breath as I straightened out my bed sheets and covers, still half asleep. After making my bed I made my way into the bathroom, a door from my bedroom providing easy access. A symmetrical door on the other side of the bathroom indicates where my absent roommate's room is, and another door to the right that leads to the living room.
Yet another sigh escapes my dull lips as I notice my reflection in the mirror. I'm nothing special to look at. Short, only 4-foot 10 despite being 22 years old. Light, peachy skin littered with half a dozen beauty marks. My only redeeming quality in my opinion is my chest. I make a half-hearted smile as I bring my small hands up to my perky bosom, cupping my DD cups for a moment and then sighing yet again, letting them bounce lightly within my loose tee-shirt.
The main part about myself though I wish I could change would be my hair. Black, thin, straight, wiry, and reaches a little bit past my ears. Thanks to the tendency of my hair sticking together in clumps; no matter how much I wash it, I was soon given the name of "Mop Head" way back in middle school, and it has stuck with me ever since. Old classmates from high school came to the same university, so it has even followed me here.
My actual name is Jacqueline Curtis, but I'm only ever called that my professors and people who don't know me. I've gotten used to being called "Mop Head" or even just "Mop", though it's still irritating.
I strip off my top, exposing my supple chest and rosy pink nipples; one of those beauty marks just an inch shy of my left nipple. Ah, one thing though that absolutely no one knows about except for my family... is well, that I am what some call a hermaphrodite, or what I prefer to call myself; A futanari. And according to what I know, I'm rather well endowed. I then slip off my shorts and let the flaccid phallus and those grapefruit sized orbs hang freely between my thighs.
I look down at my package and once again let out a sigh. As if on cue, my member throbbed and began to stiffen up. "Yup... the 6:30 in the morning boner... never late, never early." I joke to myself as my cock rises slowly, thickening out as blood surged through the length. It didn't take long to reach full mast, the 13 inches of girl cock twitching in the air, thick as a can of soda. My left hand slowly reaches to wrap around the base, gently coiling my small digits around the girth; unable to fully encircle my size with my tiny hand. I then begin to slowly stroke as I turn around and start my morning shower.
Letting the water heat up, I continue to pump my turgid shaft up and down slowly but steadily, a thick bead of pearly white precum already oozing out of the pink crown. "Ahh..." I moan quietly under my breath as I finally step into the hot shower, letting the steaming water beat down on my head while I begin to jerk my length with increased vigor.
My free hand dips down below my swollen balls to tend to my delicate petals hidden behind them, hot nectar spilling down the sides of my thighs and mixing with the water of the shower, my soft moans echoing off the tiled walls. White pre spurts out of my cock forcefully, leaving a sticky puddle of viscous goo on the shower floor; the water struggling to wash it away.
I plunge my index and middle finger into my tight flower, crying softly as I pleasure myself. I rock my hips against my hand, gripping my girth firmly as I pump it faster and faster. I'm a short fuse... I suppose that's because I'm still inexperienced... and a virgin. I sigh quietly to myself as I finger my petals roughly, digging my thumb under my ball sack and touching one of my sweet spots; gasping as drool spills out of my lips.
Unable to hold on for much longer, a slip my fingers out of my slit and begin to caress and pinch the underside of my balls, groaning excessively as I finally climax. Hot juices gush out of my flower and drench the insides of my thighs; the sensation of hot water and my own juices mixing together sending a shiver down my spine. But what comes next is always the best feeling.
I close my eyes and let out one long, dragged out groan as I tug on my cock rapidly until finally by seed began to bubble out. Sticky goo surged out of my crown and shot out with immense force, splattering the tiled walls in a layer of white ejaculate; only to be followed by five more bursts of equivalent force and volume, each expulsion of my cum making my legs weak; gasping as I drop to my knees, one last eruption of my gelatinous cock milk spilling all over the shower floor. I lean back in satisfaction, sweating heavily as the water washed my filth away. I tend to produce a lot of cum, usually a gallon or two every time.
I breathe in and out deeply as I begin to calm down, my erection slowly shrinking away back to its four-inch, flaccid state. I sit there on my knees for several minutes, letting the water wash away the white ooze that now coated one of the walls. After a little while I finally stand back up and begin to clean myself off, lathering my body with soap and washing my hair with my usual lavender scented shampoo. Rinsing myself of the soap, I turn off the shower and step outside to dry off.
