Author's note: this story contains a futanari woman, futanari on female, and double penetration.
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A week of pure enjoyment had lapsed since Erin found Cecelia's hidden talents. The two seldom left the dorm on their weeknights together, and found excuses to get coffee on the town - if anything, Erin had become more of a homebody. Between the moments of fucking and cuddling, they would talk about their current life together and how things could change. Cecelia had fun talking about the idea of a them, but one factor kept coming back that made her nervous.
"So... about that offer," was the common post-coital comment from Erin when they had finished a quick session together. Fingers intertwined and eyes squinted in restful release, Erin kept coming back to the proposal she made in the shower their first day as lovers.
Cecelia would always pause for a moment, unsure of what to say. "It would have to be the exact right circumstance. Otherwise, you know, things could get...complex?"
Erin ran her fingers through Cecelia's short hair as she knotted a small fistful and pulled her close. They kissed, gently at first and more passionate with each breath. Soon their tongues wrapped together as Cecelia felt herself growing hard again, cock aching from the punishing frequency of Erin's lust.
"Of course, discretion has always been my forte," cooed Erin. "I've kept your secret safe, regardless of how loud we both come when we fuck."
Cecelia's face became a field of red as Erin's words hit, coupled with Erin's hands wrapping around Cecelia's sack. "Yeah... but this is different," her words were cut off by a moan as Erin began massaging the base of her cock.
Erin rolled atop Cecelia and kissed her again, running her fingertip up and down the fissure of Cecelia's head. "I would never betray this, and I wouldn't let anyone know unless I was positive they'd keep it safe. But you can't finish your schooling here and not expect someone to find out, besides me."
Precum started to leak, and the rawness of Cecelia's cock burned, but she refused to let Erin stop now. "It has to be right. I trust you. Just know that this stops the moment you hurt me, or the moment I become public knowledge."
Her roommate had already began sliding down her frame, stopping to suckle a nipple on her modest chest before continuing further. "Of course. I wouldn't, couldn't, give this up." Erin began at the base of Cecelia's heavy testes and licked upwards, covering her inhuman length with a sheen of saliva. Once she reached the top, she flicked her tongue across the opening of Cecelia's head before sucking on the girth of her cock. Cecelia could do nothing other than lay back and take a handful of Erin's hair as she guided her to the task.
Another few days later was the night Erin had promised - something new and unique, something no one else could provide. Cecelia paced about the dorm room nervously, running her hands across her scalp as she felt the cold caul of sweat as she waited for Erin's return. "Let me wear you out" was the refrain that kept playing over the cheap laptop speakers, the metallic ting of each syllable forcing the song to be less erotic, and more collaborative in her anxiety. Cecelia felt her heart beat in her chest, in her throat; she couldn't tell if her body was excited or apprehensive. The sundress she wore was long enough to hide her cock, but tight enough to showcase her athletic build. The makeup she wore was dark enough to show a hint of seduction, but didn't obscure her features. There was a half-empty bottle of Jagermeister sitting on the armoire that had all the taste of Christmas, but little of the cheer. Cecelia was nervous that the alcohol would make her cock limp, but a quick demonstration as she cleaned off for the evening proved otherwise. The warmth of her intoxication was arousing in and of itself, and all she could do was wait.
Two quick raps came hit the door, Cecelia answered promptly. Erin stood with her black hair in a mane about her face; a thin, almost ethereal, dark line of purple makeup was laid across her eyes. Even standing there with her expressive and impatient smile, Erin could make Cecelia melt - she quickly became instructed in the meaning behind those pale blue eyes. Erin wanted to fuck, she wanted to come, and it made Cecelia's girth flood in anticipation.
Behind Erin stood a man Cecelia didn't recognize. He had a closely cropped haircut, eyes more gray than blue. His frame was effeminate, but still clearly male. The expression on his face was eager, curious, and hungry. The man and Erin nearly looked as if they could be related, with a gaze of need that Cecelia had only recently understood.
"Hey," Erin had said effortlessly as she took Cecelia's hand and walked into the dorm. The man awkwardly followed behind, all grins. "This is Ethan, and he can keep a secret."
"Hey." It was all Cecelia could muster in that moment, standing unsure of herself.
"Hey." Ethan couldn't manage much more, and looked immediately to Erin.
"Cecelia, you can trust me. Ethan has already been briefed; like, a week ago. He's just here to play into this fantasy and bolt, right?"
