Surprise

Story by jokermon

This one is just inexcusable. It features the less-than-triumphant return of one of my favorite reprehensible characters. Won't say who, read it. Futa/Female, nc themes.

There is also an additional coda to this story here.

Surprise

A Short Story by jokermon

This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction, presented for the entertainment of adults only. The author does not endorse the behavior depicted herein. If reading this type of material is unlawful where you reside, don't read it. If you are not old enough to read this according to your local laws, don't read it. This story features explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content, and if that's not your bag, don't read it. All of the people and events in the story are fictitious and are not meant to represent any real-life people, events, or medical conditions. This story is copyright the author, ©2009.

Daisy Hennepin was having a marvelous day until the penis suddenly entered her in the department store changing room.

She had been trying on lingerie and admiring her reflection, imagining George’s stunned reaction. They had a date that night, and unbeknownst to George, Daisy had decided it was time to advance their relationship to the bedroom stage. She had been floating around on an excited cloud all day.

The fishnet body stocking, she had decided, struck just the right outrageous note. It revealed almost everything while providing the teasing illusion of concealment. She was naked underneath it; in a fit of excited daring, she had stripped bare to try it on.

Oh George, she had thought, you are in for such a surprise!

She remembered twisting to check out her ass in the mirror and rejoicing in the mind-blowing effect of the large diamond weave stretching over her generous behind. Having made up her mind to purchase it, she was bending over to collect her panties when the hands took hold of her waist, and the rounded nose of the most enormous penis she had ever felt in her life pressed upon her moist opening and penetrated her.

She hadn’t even heard the door opening.

An enormous length of hot, thick penis slipped into her roused, sex-ready body in a single, forceful thrust. She had been warm and tingly for hours in anticipation of her date with George, and so that huge penis slid home with no more than the briefest twinge of protest from Daisy’s slippery vagina. It passed through the wide mesh of the fishnet with ease. A pair of warm testicles that felt as big as regulation baseballs hugged her stretched labia, and as quickly and as easily as that, someone was fully seated in her.

The breath exploded from her lungs in a loud “whuff!”

Her first reaction was pure, blinkered surprise. Then, before panic could register, the reflexive pleasure of that huge organ’s abrupt entrance overruled her mind. Bone-melting heat spread through her in waves.

A slender hand clamped over her mouth, and another cupped the warm smooth mound between her legs (she had just gotten a waxing) and rubbed vigorously. A deep, wrenching grunt was forced out of her diaphragm.

An orgasm burst inside her. She had been too flabbergasted to halt it, or even realize its swift ascent.

Stars exploded in the corners of her vision. She choked and quivered as her warm, dewy tunnel squeezed the intruder in involuntary spasms. The skin of her arms and legs ignited with gooseflesh while the hand massaging her clitoris sent electricity licking up her belly and down her thighs. She slapped her hands on the changing room wall to hold herself upright; her knees had turned into chewing gum. She groaned into the palm over her mouth.

“That’s it...come, baby.”

An incredulous gasp escaped her. This second shock was almost as big as the first one; the voice, though thick and hoarse with lust, was unquestionably a woman’s.

The body attached to the penis leaned into her, and a bosom that felt bigger than her own impressive 38-inch bust squashed against her back. Impossibility mounted upon impossibility, and the rational part of Daisy’s brain blanked out.

A deeper part of her brain that could still function objectively noted that the woman (woman?) was wearing some kind of thin cotton shirt with buttons. A pair of smooth hips smushed Daisy’s rear end, and she could feel bunched denim rasp against her netted legs. Whoever-it-was had shoved down a pair of jeans to mount her. She could feel the tickle of pubic hair against her cheeks, and the triumphant flex of that hot fat cob inside her.

This...can’t be...

The penis began to slam into her with rough, conquering thrusts.

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