Whilst perusing the archives at your university, you came across an old tome, dating back at leat a few centuries. Written in what looked like Shakespearean century English, was the title, “þe Booke of þe Goddeſſ of þe Futanari” (meaning The Book of the Goddess of the Futanari). You found no mention of this book in the university’s records. And no evidence o...
"I don't believe this," Patty said in a monotone voice, completely dumbstruck. "Yeah," Alex said in a subdued tone. The two of them were sitting at the kitchen table of Patty's apartment, on top of which was her laptop. They had finished watching a very interesting video. Alex had dreaded Patty seeing it, but knew that she needed to. Patty had enlisted he...
Michelle walked into the supermarket, ready to fill her shopping cart; her cupboards and fridge were alarmingly depleted, so she was ready to tackle her long list. As she passed the produce section and sighted the cucumbers on sale, her body tingled with longing. It had been a while since she'd been laid. With her slim body, brown hair, and perky 34C breast...
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and Michelle Palmer was driving through a lonesome country road. In this part of the county, it was so rural that the houses were spaced apart by entire blocks. There were no parks, schools, or shopping centers for miles; the closest thing out here that was of any use was a small, off-brand gas station. Why was she is s...
It was a rainy day, nothing like a storm but a light drizzle. You decided to stay inside to watch some videos, at some point you got bored and opened your browser for some futanari porn. Once the research done you see that you visited all the websites showed on the page except for one new called Custom futanari. After the new page opens you see questions abo...
Author's note: I just wanted to say thank you to the people who have stuck with this story despite the lengthy time gaps between chapters, as well as to the people who have newly found this series. I am well and truly in the writing groove at the moment and the story is now flying along, so keep your eyes peeled for Chapter Eight in the not too distant futur...
Michelle Palmer loved futanari sex. Her job, her free time, and her relationships all revolved around her addiction. If there was any chance for her to have a futanari inside of her, she would drop whatever she was doing. It was her life. She could still recall her first time at age 18. While at a raucous house party to celebrate the end of the school year...
"2020. The year everything changed. A chemical spill occurred on a worldwide scale, affecting all of humanity. No one died, at least not any more than usual. At the time of this report, the year is 2035 and men are naught but a distant memory. No one knows why it was just men who were affected by this toxic chemical, and quite frankly, no one really cares an...
Warning This is a story about my own kind of Futanari. Futanari is a Japanese word meaning hermaphrodite, but over the ages in Japan it has had other meanings too, just as how in western society today it can mean a few different things. My story holds true to the hermaphrodite meaning and the futanari in this story all have a pussy and a cock. They all see...
Author's Note: This story contains Futanari, Futanari on Male, Futanari on Female, Futanari on Futanari, Anal, Pregnancy - it's alot but if you've read the other chapters you know what to expect. Enjoy! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Mary knocked on the door. She rearranged her white skirt, which was flowing down to just above her ankles and showing off a pair of leopa...
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