Writer's Note: This is a work of erotic fantasy, all characters and events are fictional. This series uses the term "futanari" to describe the main character, as a way of separating her from any real-world identities. The writer condemns the discrimination, tokenization, or fetishization of real-world trans and intersex people.
This is Number 3 in a series --
The Adventures of Penny Thompson
. Each story is self-contained, but they're best read in order!
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Thanks to
LaRascasse
for proof reading help, and extra special thanks to
THBGato
for beta reading, pacing and plot suggestions, and general writing mentorship!
Penny Thompson stepped through the doorway of her newly assigned dorm room at Plainview College of Arts. It was a spartan room with painted cinderblock walls, with a couple of small windows looking out onto the college quad. Both sides of the room were identical with simple twin beds, each with their own study desks and cheaply built closets bolted to the wall nearby. She must have arrived before her roommate, because the room was empty and undecorated.
Her recent experiences at Dr. Grace's Sex Therapy Clinic had made her more confident in her own body, and she had made a pact with herself that she wasn't going to hide behind hoodies and sweatpants anymore. Unfortunately she wasn't very good at calibrating her clothing choices yet, and was still trying to figure out how to achieve
flirty-but-not-slutty
.
It was still unseasonably warm for early autumn so Penny wore her old high school track shorts, cherry red with white striping that accentuated her small, firm butt. She also wore an old white concert t-shirt that she had turned into a crop top with scissors, with a black sports bra underneath it.
She took off her white sneakers and socks, and enjoyed the feel of the cold floor tiles on her bare feet. Her long, pale legs were sprinkled with a constellation of freckles, as was her lithe midriff and belly button.
"College dorm life must be, like, a hazing thing," Penny muttered as she dragged two giant duffel bags into the room. "You put two strangers in an empty cell, and tell them they have to be best friends for the next four years. By the way, the whole rest of your life depends on your class choices and grades. Enjoy the student loans, hope your industry still exists and hasn't been taken over by robots and AI by the time you graduate!"
Penny hefted her bags onto one of the beds, and the cheap mattress sproinged loudly. She flopped onto the bed next to them and sat criss-cross applesauce. She pulled a hair tie from one of her bags, and tied her frizzy red hair up in a short, high ponytail.
Still, it was nice to be out of her parents' house, and she was excited by all the changes happening in her life right now. She would be starting her Fine Arts classes tomorrow. She would get to meet a bunch of new creative people, so much cooler than the boring Plainview suburbs she had grown up in. And of course, she had her weekend internship at the sex clinic to look forward to!
She replayed
the events of last Saturday
in her head. She had helped Marci Hamada, the clinic receptionist, achieve an orgasm for the first time in her life. Two of them, actually! The second round Penny had fucked Mrs. Hamada from behind, spanking her chubby ass until it was bright red, whispering dirty words into her ear until the plump Asian woman came so powerfully that she passed out.
Penny's penis had been growing steadily during her horny reverie, straining against the thin fabric of her shorts. She sat up alertly on the bed for a moment, listening to the space around her. She had arrived a little early. The entire dorm building seemed to be empty, and her room mate probably wouldn't arrive for hours.
Penny lay back on the bed, and slowly peeled off her shorts, letting them dangle from one delicate ankle.
Her dick jumped to life, rebounding off her torso with a smack. She giggled at the sensation. "We're going to have to be careful here, Nine," she whispered to her cock. "We've never had to live around so many other people before, and I don't need you causing any awkward scenes." A bead of clear, shiny precum sprouted from her urethra. "...Although it did work out pretty well last time..."
Penny pulled her favorite plushies out of one of her bags, a
Blåhaj
shark plush from IKEA. She scooched backwards on the mattress until her back touched the cool cinderblock wall. She put the plushy between the wall and the small of her back, allowing her to bend forward without discomfort. Penny could easily reach the tip of her nine-inch penis with her mouth, and had developed a practiced technique for sucking herself off without leaving a mess behind.
Penny grasped her cock with both hands and aimed it at her mouth, and licked along the sensitive base of its fleshy glans. She wrapped her lips around the swollen head and began sucking on it like a Tootsie Pop. How many licks would it take to get to the center? Penny hummed with pleasure, the vibrations increasing the sensitivity of her lewd act of autofellatio.
She began humping her hips up towards her mouth, using the springy bed to assist the motion. She could only fit the head plus an inch or so of shaft into her mouth comfortably, but it was enough. She gently probed her urethra with the tip of her tongue, shuddering at the self-intrusion. A copious stream of precum poured into her mouth and she swallowed it eagerly, feeling it coat the back of her throat like honey.
Her mouth now having a firm grip on the head of her cock, Penny's hands were free to roam over her lithe, nubile body. She caressed her petite breasts through the fabric of her shirt and bra, then slipped one of her hands under her crop top and up her sports bra for some skin-to-skin contact. Her thumb slid over a puffy pink nipple, and she pinched it roughly, crying out softly through her cock-filled mouth.
Her other hand crept down below the base of her cock to visit her small, hairless pussy. Two of her slender fingers slipped between her moist lips, grazing her small pink clitoris along the way.
When striving for efficiency rather than performance, It didn't take Penny long to climax. She moaned around her cock as it shot jets of hot cum into her mouth, and forced her body to relax into the agonizing release. She swallowed the first three jets easily enough, enjoying the naughtiness of her own taste. But her mouth soon filled with sperm, faster than she could handle.
Clomp. Clomp. Clomp.
A stomping sound was echoing down the hallway. Somebody was coming, and it wasn't just Penny!
"Moh gofh!" Penny yelped, her mouth still filled with girlcock and sperm. Panicking, she pulled her mouth off of her cock with a pop.
She frantically tried to pull her shorts back up, but the physical math wasn't mathing. Her tiny shorts covered two inches, but her still-erect cock was poking out of the top, seven inches of thick feminine cockflesh clearly visible.
Penny stuffed the top of her nine-inch monster into the bottom of her crop top shirt, its tip tickling the underside of her small perky tits.
That covered the top three inches, which left four inches of mid-cock exposed between the top of her shorts and the bottom of her shirt, subtle as a third leg. Penny grabbed her shark plushie and held it tightly to her stomach, hoping it would cover the remainder.
