Desdemonas Desires A Futanari Story

Desdemona's cock flexed hard and a glob of precum welled at the tip when she caught a whiff of Mrs. Donnelly's dripping pussy. Her old 10th grade Spanish teacher spread her legs wide, revealing a glistening cunt topped with a trimmed patch of thick, black hair. The inner labia were neat and dark, and her clit peeked out from its slick hood, swollen and pink. The pussy opening was gaping slightly, gently puckering, like a hungry mouth begging to be filled.

"Don't you want to fuck me, Dez?" Mrs. Donnelly asked, her voice sultry and quiet. The dim light of Desdemona's desk lamp illuminated the ample curves of the Spanish teacher's body, her large breasts bunched together to create a tremendous crease of cleavage and thick thighs speckled with a hint of cellulite. Legs and ass jiggled seductively as the middle-aged woman thrust her hips up playfully, wafting the musky, erotic scent of her sex.

"I've...I've always wanted to..." Desdemona stammered, standing nude at the foot of her bed.

Her slender frame was offset by two moderate sized breasts, both capped with perky tan nipples, and ample thighs leading to a firm, plump ass. But what stood at attention (and dripped onto the comforter) between her legs was all the sensual woman on the bed could look at, biting her lower lip as she stared hungrily at the flexing, aching cock.

Desdemona was well hung and horny, and her girthy member sat erect at close to a foot in length. The plentiful cock terminated in a bulbous mushroom head, with foreskin wrapped tightly around the lower half of the purple crown. At its base, thick veins were lost in a neat, triangular shaped patch of brown pubic hair, trailing up ever so slightly to her belly button in a faint bunny trail.

Beneath the engorged member sat two fat, swollen testicles, each one the size of a Georgia peach and just as heavy. Both nuts were completely bare, and the wrinkled sack lifted up in rhythm with the intense flexing of her cock. The size of her balls *almost* made her member look small in comparison, but on her petite five-foot-five frame, nothing could diminish the appearance of her size.

Between her legs, hidden away from view though never forgotten, ached a drooling cunt, the secret sex organ that made Desdemona's anatomy truly unique. Born with both penis and vagina, the young woman had enjoyed the pleasures of both sexes, albeit with a great deal of personal embarrassment.

But tonight? Tonight her swollen lower lips throbbed as she watched Mrs. Donnelly toy with her own, fingertips dancing across the hood of a bulging clit.

"Then what are you making me wait for?" the older woman asked, now spreading herself open with two fingers, revealing the slick, wet hole in full.

Without wasting any more time, Desdemona scrambled up the bottom of the bed, her cock a divining rod pointed at ready cunt. She got to her knees in front of Mrs. Donnelly, and held her length in one hand, resting the other on a thick thigh.

The woman's pussy looked magnificent - outer labia swollen and deep pink, inner lips tan and neatly folded back. Her clit peeked out like a curious bystander, almost hidden by the bush of hair decorating her pubic mound.

The scent emanating off the woman's sex was intoxicating, the delicious aroma of arousal and sweat making Desdemona's cock flex against her will. She pressed her swollen head against Mrs. Donnelly's lips, feeling the warmth radiating from them, inviting her inside.

"That's sooooo big..." the thick, older woman moaned out as Desdemona put more weight behind her cock. She watched as the teacher's pussy lips opened wide, wrapping around her purple crown before it slid inside. Foreskin rolled back as the tight entrance gripped Desdemona's tip, the ridged, hot flesh of her partner's cunt massaging the sensitive head of her cock. "Give me more," Mrs. Donnelly moaned, eye lids fluttering as she met Desdemona's gaze.

Obliging, Desdemona pushed deeper and was shocked at how easily she was able to feed more of herself into the gripping pussy. Mrs. Donnelly's slit gripped her beautifully as she made long, slow strokes in and out of it, the soft sucking sound of wetness only fueling the lustful thrusts.

Desdemona's balls lifted tight to her body as she plowed her way deeper inside her former teacher. Her seed was growing anxious to fill Mrs. Donnelly's soft love tunnel, and Desdemona could feel it brewing, the head of her cock getting more sensitive as her climax approached.

"Cum in me, Dez," Mrs. Donnelly moaned, wrapping her legs around Desdemona's back, not giving her any choice but to bury herself balls deep. "¿Puedes ayudarme?"

The phrase came out almost robotic, inflected like Mrs. Donnelly wanted it repeated, or spoke it with clarity on purpose. Desdemona's thrusts stopped, the climax knocking at the door making her cock throb impatiently. With the same sense of impatience, her partner started to squirm beneath her, thrusting her hips to try and keep the rhythm going.

"Tienes que hacer tu tarea," she continued in the same tone. Desdemona's cock flexed again, making her resume her pace, but now something felt...off about the situation.

"Why are you doing that?" Desdemona asked, the surreal sense of the situation rising in her. Faintly, almost spectrally, she heard the sound of music. The same few chords repeated over and over, pausing, before resuming again.

"Atención," Mrs. Donnelly said, her tone scolding in its seriousness. "Puedes hacer mejor."

"What the fuck?" Desdemona said, the music louder now but the pattern staying the same. She suddenly couldn't remember how she had ended up with Mrs. Donnelly in her bed in the first place. In fact, this hadn't been her bed - or bedroom - for at least 2 years now.

"Don't you wanna cum?" Mrs. Donnelly asked, her voice deeply melodic and erotic.

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As Desdemona felt the orgasm rising up into the base of her cock, she found herself face down in her pillow, the warm embrace of the comforter locking her into bed. Without fully understanding why, she kept thrusting her hips pitifully against the mattress, until she felt the familiar release and relief of a powerful climax.

All at once the tension left her body, and she slipped back into a brief dream-like state as the first frantic eruption of seed began to fill her boy-short panties. Her toes curled as she let out deep, quiet moans into her pillow, hips still jerking slowly as she dry humped the bed, drifting back and forth between sleep and awareness. Wave after wave of bliss soaked over her and her underwear as she emptied a thick load into them.

"Oh fuck..." she murmured, cumming long and hard, her fingers finding grip amongst the disheveled sheets. Her eyes tried to focus but the blur of slumber kept her from making out her bedroom, and the sound of her phone's alarm was blaring obnoxiously on her nightstand. She slapped out, her fingers managing to silence it after a few fumbled attempts, and as Desdemona shifted, she felt the thick, sticky ropes of cum soaking the inside her underwear.

"Mrs. Donnelly? Weird choice. You haven't cum to her in forever," Desdemona thought, the fleeting image of her former teacher now becoming even more incorporeal as sleep left her brain. She rolled onto her back, sighing hard as the nocturnal emission soaked into her pubic hair, growing cold on her skin.

The first week of college rush was here, and Desdemona's stress at work had risen to an all time high. As the Assistant Manager (glorified receiving clerk) of her college's on-campus bookstore, it felt like she never had a chance to be away from that school. Even when everyone else was on break, she was still managing inventory and stocking shelves, making the same commute to campus as any other day.

Today, the incoming freshmen had orientation. Right at the end of their campus tour, they were always dropped off right in front of the bookstore to get their supplies for the semester ahead. The place was packed for the entire day, and Desdemona typically spent most of her shift hauling carts of books out of the backroom to stock the shelves.

Normally, Desdemona loved days like today; she'd pop her headphones in, listen to an audiobook, and get lost in the process of restocking. This week, however, her manager Janie decided to have their new full-timer start and shadow Desdemona for her shifts. Any excuse that incessant woman had to keep the headphones out of Desdemona's ears, she took.

"Okay, but I didn't think Katerina was going to be doing receiving," Desdemona had said last week, confused at the decision.

"But what if someone needs to fill in for you?" Janie crowed, her face a worried bunch of wrinkles.

"Don't you know the system?" Desdemona question, already knowing the answer. "Wouldn't it make more sense to have her up front with Selena? So she can learn the register?"

"But you're going on vacation in a few months and someone is going to have to cover! I don't have time to do all that and take care of the front," Janie said, having never taken care of the front end of the bookstore.

Every day since Desdemona began, her manager Janie spent roughly 75% of her shifts croaking orders from her office, and the other 25% trying to make friends with all the professors and delivery drivers who stopped in. Not that Desdemona was keeping track.

So Desdemona accepted the loss and braced herself to spend the week getting tailed by whoever Janie decided to hire on. Her name was Katerina, she was also a student at Eastern Throckbush University, and was studying biology. Beyond that, Desdemona knew nothing about her new mentee, but the thought of spending an entire day socializing with someone felt exhausting.

"Whatever, maybe it'll make the day go by faster," Desdemona said out loud, before sighing and flinging the covers off herself. The warm, salty scent of her semen wafted from beneath the cocoon. Even with the heat on, the cold January air kept her apartment feeling chilly, and she felt her nipples harden beneath her loose fitting white tee.

A warm shower and a cold bowl of cereal helped bring Desdemona back to the world of the living, and a hot to-go cup of coffee helped guarantee she'd remain there for a bit longer. She tucked her ample yet flaccid package into a pair of pink boy-shorts and black tights, and adjusted a loose fitting green tunic top over her front to help hide her extra appendage.

Desdemona checked out how well she had hidden her cock in the bedroom mirror, and the wavy fabric did wonders to hide her male member. She envisioned herself a bit like a brunette and more effeminate version of Link from The Legend of Zelda, and smiled stupidly to herself.

She was slender and almost boyishly built up top, that was for sure, with moderate sized breasts that she could probably tape down. Her narrow, elegant face, brastrap-length wavy brown hair, and soft eyes contrasted with her tomboyish frame, and she supposed, if she really wanted to, she could pull off an androgynous look. But she loved having long hair, loved a little bit of makeup for her own confidence, and preferred presenting as a woman. Besides, her wide hips and ass were difficult to conceal, and she enjoyed the attention they got her.

It wasn't that Desdemona was necessarily embarrassed of her penis, or her dual sexual organs for that matter - it was that she was afraid of the response others would have if they found out she had one. Once, when she was much younger, a classmate caught her standing in front of the toilet to pee. Desdemona hadn't fully latched the door, the girl didn't knock, and the subsequent rumors and harmful gossip, even at that age, took years to finally fade. Desdemona wanted to make sure it never happened again.

She took to peeing sitting down, tucking her cock into the toilet like she tucked it into her underwear, rather than risk having someone else take notice of the way she pissed. While she had both organs, Desdemona only had one urethra and she was thankful most days it routed itself through her cock. She just had to be careful using the ladies' room.

A vibration from the dresser pulled Desdemona's attention away from her Zelda fantasy in the mirror. Janie's name lit up on the phone screen.

"Of course..." Desdemona murmured to herself, picking up her cell.

"Don't forget Katerina is starting today. Make sure she has access to all the systems and get her situated. Happy first day of rush week"

Janie ended the message with a smiling emoji, and Desdemona slapped the phone back down on the dresser top with a frustrated sigh.

"If it's so important, why aren't you opening today?" Desdemona asked herself out loud, the emptiness of her bedroom not responding. It didn't have to; she already knew the answer.

The drive to the college campus passed by in a white knuckled blur, Desdemona's grip on the steering wheel like iron. Janie knew just how to poke at her at just the right times to set her whole day off. In isolation, the message seemed so innocuous but when all the minor annoyances were taken in total, it felt miserable to be in a position of subservience to such a helicopter manager. Especially one who seemed to only delegate and never lead by example.

Eastern Throckbush's sign passed by and snapped Desdemona out of a revenge fueled daydream. She flipped on her turn signal and pulled into the gravel lot in the back of the Student Center. A handful of other cars were already parked there, none she recognized. Desdemona wondered if Katerina had gotten here already - and which one of the cars could be hers - as she parked and pulled her key from the ignition.

The cold January morning swept in as she opened the car door, and Desdemona hurried to get inside. She pulled her hair into a messy ponytail as she hustled inside, already a few minutes later than she had anticipated. But time blindness had been par for the course for practically forever.

Rounding the corner of the student lounge, Desdemona saw the front entrance of the bookstore, dark and closed as anticipated. Next to it, stood a thick, olive skinned woman with a neat bun of dark brown hair, who leaned gently against the wall with one foot crossed over the other

Desdemona couldn't help but look her up and down, admiring her ample curves and incredibly wide hips. Her eyes lingered on the woman's waist, almost transfixed by her childbearing hips. They had pronounced hip dips that Desdemona found very attractive, and she could tell even from the front that she was just as round in the back as she was wide.

The woman looked down at her phone casually with one hand, the other tucked into a black hoodie pocket, the sweater the same color as the tight black yoga pants she wore. The bottoms of her pants flared over a pair of white athletic sneakers, and the bottom ripple of a blue shirt peeked out from beneath her hoodie.

"Katerina?" Desdemona asked as she approached, her voice coming out cracked but pleasant. She tried to casually clear her throat.

The woman looked up immediately, a warm smile replacing the stoic expression she had worn. Desdemona felt her face grow hot as she looked into the woman's eyes, their light amber glow taking her off guard. She was gorgeous, with a heart shaped face, narrow chin, and full lips. And those eyes, Desdemona thought. They were bright and wide, with thick manicured eyebrows, and she quickly had to look away when the woman extended a hand in greeting.

"You can call me Kat!" the woman said, her voice matching the gentle expression on her face.

"I'm Desdemona, but everyone calls me Dez. So sorry I'm late, I hope you weren't waiting long?"

"Don't be, and I wasn't at all," Kat replied, shaking Desdemona's hand.

"Here, let me get the door and we can get settled. We have about an hour before we open, so we'll still be fine," Desdemona said, unlocking the door and flipping on the light switch. "I'll just have you do a punch correction so you won't get docked for me being late."

"Don't even worry, I like just got here," Kat said, grabbing the door from Desdemona as she held it open.

"Okay, good," Desdemona laughed, "I'm really sorry in advance, I'm terrible with time. You mind locking it behind us -- yup, the latch right there."

"Same here, I always try to squeeze an hour of prep time into 30 minutes," Kat giggled, turning around to latch the door behind them.

Desdemona noticed that the back of Kat's yoga pants were so tight, she could see the faint ghost of blue fabric wedged between her enormous cheeks. She bit her lip and looked away, feeling ashamed at staring.

Maybe having a shadow for the day wouldn't be so bad after all, Desdemona thought, as she turned on the two computers at the front end of the store. She smiled to herself as she glanced back up at Kat again, who had taken off her hoodie and draped it over her arm.

Kat was perfectly pear shaped, and her yoga pants were pulled up high enough in the front to show off the slight indent of camel toe. Her small breasts and narrow face almost directed Desdemona's gaze downward to watch the wide bottom with fascination.

"I can take you in the back...to the back, where you can put your stuff down," Desdemona stammered, growing red again. She felt her cock flex inside her tights, and was thankful she hadn't taken her jacket off yet.

"Sounds good!" Kat said, glancing around at the dimly lit store. She bent over to take a closer look at one of the shelves, her whale tail on full display. Both cheeks shone like full moons inside the thinly stretched black fabric, separated by the strip of thong riding inside her crack. "I think I need this one for my Bio 214 class this semester - Human Reproduction."

"Good thing you get an employee discount!" Desdemona replied, sweat beading at her brow as she tried not to stare directly into the twin globes.

She absentmindedly wondered how long the day would feel today. With how desperately she wanted to be back at home, pants around her ankles with cock in hand, she guessed eternal. And it was only Monday.

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By noon, the orientation crowd mostly filtered out of the bookstore, with only a handful of stragglers keeping the girls occupied.

"I got things up here if you need to do stuff with Kat," Selena said, eyeing a couple fresh-faced girls try on college sweaters. She absentmindedly twirled a lock of her curly, black hair as she looked away and started swiping on her phone.

"I appreciate it," Desdemona said, putting the register she shared with Kat into sleep mode.

"Yeah, for sure. Especially since I'm sure you weren't expecting Janie to bail on us today..." Selena said, rolling her eyes.

"So stressed about rush, yet she won't come in to help," Desdemona sighed. "Anyway, I'm gonna show Kat how to process shipment since I'm sure Janie will lose her shit if it's not done in the morning. Lemme know if you need me."

"Have fun you two," Selena snickered, crossing one arm under her ample bosom as she dug deeper into her phone screen.

"Come on, I'll show you what we were supposed to get done this morning," Desdemona said, motioning to Kat to follow her into the back.

Desdemona walked Kat through the inventory system, and how to check in and sort the new arrivals. She proved to be a quick study, and the seemingly insurmountable pile of boxes looked much less daunting with her the promise of her help.

"You've been here for a while, yeah?" Kat asked, scribbling down some notes.

"Since my freshmen year, so...a little over two years now?" Desdemona said, eyes darting up and squinting to jog her memory.

"I remember you checking me out when I got my books my first semester," Kat said, smiling.

"I...checked you out?" Desdemona asked, feeling her cheeks grow red. Am I that obvious?

"Yeah, I had all kinds of problems with my financial aid and you were super sweet to me."