Orgasm rippled through her breasts, a shudder that coursed through nerves straight to her brain and pussy. Moans trilled from her mouth as she pumped her snatch, dick-nipples throbbing with gushes of milky cum. It streamed through the hoses, caked in yesterdays milking to a nearby tanker. She didn't know what KFI did with her seed, nor did it matter. Sera moaned as she pulled the suckers free and returned to the room proper.
Ashley was splayed out on the couch, passed out. Classes had been in session for a week and the overly productive futa was exhausted. Her hours long orgasms took a toll, but with the constant temptations, she struggled not to pass the whole day like that. Sera hadn't been any better. Every morning she thought her masturbation would be enough, then home room started and lust rushed back. She spent three days in a row with swollen tits waiting to be milked.
Of course, Piper had no such issues. She was used to the perpetual arousal and exposure to sex. Futanari approached her daily, each just as enamoured with her as the last. Not that Sera or Ashley didn't have their own admirers, though the idea of having sex with total strangers turned her stomach. Piper had been the exception, her zeal for fucking was infectious.
Sera sighed and plopped onto the couch beside her roommate. Their uniforms were tossed onto the loveseat, leaving the two in panties and nothing else. Strangers were out, but she knew Ashley. Daily sex was all that kept her tits from exploding, that and the two milkings she performed. One in the morning and the other after classes. She couldn't stand the relief rooms, masturbating and cumming in front of so many people. Maybe with Ashley, Piper and Kasey with her... then again, she'd seen Piper and Ashley frequent the rooms, but never Kasey.
"Oh, right," Sera rolled her eyes at herself. Reinforced steel or whatever material they used, there was no way it could handle Kasey. Maybe once or twice, but not repeatedly. That poor girl, Sera thought.
Sleep teased her eyelids, though she didn't have the energy yet to get back to bed. Boundless libido or not, her stamina needed time. Sera flipped through channels, unable to decide on anything from Netflix, and settled on the news. It covered a mayoral election, just the kind of dribble she needed to shut her brain off for a minute.
"Now, you've made repeated statements, threats, against 'futanari' and the Kotonaru Futanari Institute, why is that?" An interviewer asked, expression and voice neutral.
"Not threats, just observations," the subject said. Her name was Brianne Church, someone Sera recognised from her family. Several members were supporters of the politician, those being the ones that treated her harshest, like she was some blight on their family or a potential bomb about to go off.
"Right, right," the interviewer didn't seem convinced, "But you must admit, your words are exceptionally harsh."
"I don't think so. Truth is truth. Futanari, dick-girls, trannies, are dangers to society. They're all filthy perverts, clearly," applause interrupted for a moment as she waved to the audience, "It's only a matter of time before they rape the women and children, before they come to school and screw everything their detestable penises will fit in. Why, just a few weeks ago, one destroyed her family's home and a police station. If that's not dangerous, I don't know what is."
"That was an isolated incident of one futa. You can't possibly blame them all..."
"Oh yes, I can. Where one of those freaks can do that, another could flood our sewers, or another might be able to poison our waters. Now, I've met several futanari, I've talked with them, dined with them, and they all had one thing on their minds; how to get into my baby maker."
"Yes, but men are arguably the same."
"True, but they are natural, it's what God intended for them These futanari are a mutation. A product of incest and unholy conduct. They must be contained, removed from our society. For that, I'm grateful to the KFI, but who knows what's being done in those walls. Orgies, I reckon. I feel sorry for the female staff members. They're being raped right this second, believe me. And what happens when those futanari finish school and come back into the real world? Chaos. That's why, under my policy, all futanari will be surgically corr..."
"Shut the fuck up," Ashley said, shutting the tv off, "You alright?"
"Yeah," Sera nodded, hugging herself. Almost every word out that woman's mouth was her family's. The number of times they saw her with morning erections and cried that she would rape them, or they snuck into her room at night just so their parents would punish her, as if she had planned to corrupt their 'precious little girls'. And no one had disagreed.
"Come here," Ashley pulled the futa onto her lap, stroking her hair and whispering into her ears. Sera blinked, moisture in her eyes. When did she start crying again? The last time had been years ago. She didn't think there were any left.
"I hate her... I hate them," Sera sobbed and clutched to her friend.
"So do I," Ashley said, "But don't worry about what they think. You've got me and Piper and Kasey. And we all think you're normal. Super sexy and great in bed, but normal."
Sera rasped a laugh, "Thanks. I think." It was nice to be held, to have someone's hand in her hair. When she was little, before puberty came in and she was like any child, claiming jealousy over her mother's huge bosom and stuffing her shirt to be like her. She'd scraped her knee once and her mom had soothed her, just as Ashley did now. Bittersweet memories kept coming, as fast and heedless as her tears.
They eventually ran their course. Snot threatened to flow, but she kept it back, unwilling to soil Ashley's ebony splendour. She pulled away and forced a smile.
"Thanks."
"No problem. Come on, we've got class tomorrow," Ashley said and led her to the beds.
"Can I... sleep in your bed?" Sera asked, afraid that without warmth to distract her mind, she'd dream of the past.
"Sure, it'll make the morning easier I bet," Ashley grinned. They settled into the single bed, too small for them both with Sera's salacious figure, a perfect excuse to huddle close. Neither complained, least of all Ashley, as she snagged her dick between Sera's cheeks and glued her hands to the Latina's breasts.
"Careful, you might start something," Sera said, but pressed into her.
"Hmm, like I said 'easier morning'."
She was half-right. Waking up with guaranteed erections and a steady flow of milk from the start made milking quicker, though the temptation was far greater. Ashley was a later rise than Sera, meaning her morning wood, logged between Sera's ass, stayed there as the Latina futa struggled with her desires. Milking should take precedence, her tits were already full and tightening by the second, but promised orgasms dangled right before her. Rather, they throbbed against her.
Then Ashley's pre-cum started. Just a trickle at first, then her natural excess kicked in and a tide began. Soft, slimy, hot and enticing. It flowed down her back, over the arch of her ass cheeks and along the ring of her anus. Just a few movements and the overflowing cock would be inside her pussy again. Oh, that feeling of bloating with dick-slime, and having it drip from her snatch as she went about her morning...
