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Futanari Girlfriend

... thick rod of futanari meat between her legs, the throbbing cock that I loved to ride. Instinctively, I had reached up and wrapped my hand around the girth of the thing. “It’s amazing.” It had happened right then, I mean, looking back, I could see the moment clearly. We had been sitting side by side, we had been both been holding onto a massive dildo, and we had both suddenly been turned on. Now, I had known Lisa for years, even before Giselle, and we had almost dated, would have if Sarah wouldn’t have come along. And it as weird, it wasn’t like I had feelings for her. It wasn’t like I had wished that I was with Sarah instead of Giselle (I would have never made that decision), but there was this moment. We had both kind of felt it. I had looked into her eyes, she had looked into mine, and then… well, she had leaned forward and kissed me. Her lips mouth had been hot, her lips like fire against mine. And when we had parted, my head a blur of lust and caution, she had slipped the head of the dildo between her lips and I… well, I had given in to temptation. We had kissed again and I had taken charge, imagining what it must be like to be Giselle, to be a woman with a cock about to fuck another woman. It had been a fantasy of mine forever, and Lisa, without hesitation, obviously willing to give in to a what if, had pulled me on top of her. When Giselle had walked in, the thick plastic was burrowed in each of us, our legs tangled over and under each other’s, our hips thrusting in ...

... harmony, rocking our bodies to our umpteenth orgasm. “You have to let it go,” I said softly as we continued to drive, the road a never ending ribbon of black asphalt in front of us, a thousand drivers moving past us lost in their own worlds. “Let it go?” Giselle’s almost spat the word. You need to understand that I am your partner. Me. There is no one else.” I nodded and went back to staring out the window. What have I done? She’s right. I don’t want to lose her. I would do anything to fix this. Day passed into night and we moved through more radio stations in virtual silence. Giselle drove and I stared out the window until a thought occurred to me, one way I knew I could bring Giselle around. I glanced over and she ignored me, one hand on the wheel, her eyes straight ahead. “You know I love you,” I said softly. Giselle looked at me. “Doesn’t feel like it.” There was still some acid in her voice, but less. “You’re right,” I moved a little close to her, just a little, enough for her notice, “I’m yours, completely. I don’t know what I would do without you.” She leaned back in her chair and gave me an appraising look. “Mine, huh?” I nodded. I would do anything to make her happy, anything to make the war between us end. “I’m going to make you prove that,” the grin on her face was mean and I tingled with excitement. “Yes, I’ll do anything. Tell me.” Giselle looked me over, the way you look at a sizzling steak when you’re hungry. “Take your clothes off.” I looked at her for a moment, ...