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Fridays at the Guardian Angel Ch. 01

By: WhiskeyRose



All characters are at least the age of 18 or older. 

*****

"You're up miss ace detective, you gonna call or are you here just to watch?" asked a pair of hazel green eyes flashing a confident grin and all the shiny white alligator teeth to go with it. I scrunched my nose, irritated by the gritty scent of the cigar nestled between her dragon-like smile. Glancing at the pathetic pair of cards that were my hand I did a silent mental groan. Well, I didn't come here to win at poker. 

"Yeah, I'll play this one. And please, call me Red." I tried to say with a confidence that didn't betray that I was about to lose everything I was tossing into the pot. 

"Red is far too cool a nickname for a kiddo like you, so I'll call you what I want." She replied, smoke flowing out of her nose like a dragon about to add to her growing hoard. "I'm more than happy to let you join our little family game night but that doesn't mean you get to choose your nickname." 

"Ease up on her Jackie, I was hoping to finish my glass before we lose a player." said the woman to my left, tossing her hand away taking a sip from her wine glass. 

"Mari's right" mumbled a brunette to my left, still in the game. "It's been months since we've had a fourth and I don't think Miss Red here gets enough allowance for a second game."

Jackie let out a chuckle giving a pat to backside of the blonde sitting on her lap. The blonde didn't react at all, continuing to watch the game with an expression that practically screamed that she wished to be anywhere but at our card table. "I know Cass, she's just so easy to read I can't help myself. After I take both of your chips I'll go easier on her." Replied Jackie, continuing to rub the blonde's thighs for what I assumed was good luck. 

"And she's not a detective, she's a writer" Said a quiet voice across the table, watching as the river revealed that I was indeed about to lose the chips I had just put forward a moment before. 

"You know Kris, I think she's closer to a journalist actually. Said she writes for that one magazine, Clicky something or another." Muttered Cass without looking up from her cards. 

"It's Cliques, and my job title is somewhat fluid. You can think of me as a writer, a journalist, or even a blogger if you're comfortable. And my name is Red." I said, tossing my pathetic hand away, "But I'm interested in stories, the edgy, mysterious, sexy, and true."

Five pairs of eyes, including the pouting pair on Jackie's lap locked to mine when I said the word 'sexy'. Jackie flashes another smile as she blows cigar smoke out her nose dragon-style. "Right, so that's why you're here miss reporter." Chewing on the words through her smile, "To learn what it's like to be a futanari."

*****

Red was a nickname I had gone by for most of my life due to my naturally flame-red hair that flowed down just below my shoulder blades. My mothers would say that it looked like a flame was chasing me when I ran. I was a white petite girl, only barely clearing five feet without the assistance of heels. Perched on my small button nose was a pair of thin black rimmed glasses in front of a pair of brown eyes. My clothing and body I believed were unremarkable, especially my breasts which had stopped growing at what I thought was a pathetic b-cup. Throughout high school while not ostracized, I was not popular by any means and tended to go unnoticed in most situations. This being a quality I didn't mind as it made overhearing interesting stories a snap. 

Just a day ago I was Red the rookie new writer at Cliques, one of the most popular online publications catering to young women. Cliques covered anything from fashion tips, the love lives of celebrities, upcoming pop culture, tips to improve one's sex life, and more recently short romantic erotic stories typically told first-hand. Unsurprisingly the erotic stories were the most read stories on the site and my debut article that recanted my secret sexual relationship with the pastor's girl who lived next door made a huge splash on the sites' hit counter. I would like to think it was so popular not because of how hot the story was, but that it was true as told first-hand by me. 

I wanted to share more stories, but this time I wanted to focus on the erotic stories of what it was like to be with a futanari. But I was in a bind, I had never knowingly met a futanari let alone spoke with one about her sex life. Pornography revealed about as much reality as normal porn did, giving the impression every sexual encounter began at the drop of a hat and involved a healthy amount of breathing through teeth. I didn't even know how to write my piece, should it be a journal I publish online or a series? The questions got jammed in the doorway of my mind, giving me an unbreakable case of writers block before I even began my quest. 

*****

"You're hooked on a new story I see. You're always bringing your laptop to bed whenever you're too hooked on a job to sleep."

That was Tess, we had been dating for about three years and been roommates since college. We met while I was a writer for our university's newspaper; she became my editor at the paper and later lover. Throughout college she was the one who gave me the confidence to pursue unique and challenging stories. I grew to be a writer professionally, while Tess pursued her own passions as a personal trainer. For everything I was Tess was the exact opposite. While I was a petite shy redhead who hid behind her glasses whenever she could, Tess was a 6 foot tall amazon. With shining blonde hair kept in a tight braided ponytail and bright blue eyes that begged for attention Tess was the center of attention wherever we went. Every inch of her body sported tight toned muscle, and yet she still maintained a soft bouncing pair of D-cup breasts and a skinny feminine figure.

"Well I sorta struck gold with the last one, so now I want to strike while the iron is hot you know?" I replied. Tess strode across the bedroom, curved hips swaying in her tight spandex shorts fitted to her toned theighs as she disappeared into our closet. "How was work?" 

"No rest for the wicked huh? " Replied Tess, poking out of the closet missing her pink tank top her breasts struggled against moments ago. "That's probably pretty good though, seeing as how your first story was such a big hit". I muttered an agreement before losing myself in the screen of my laptop again, staring at the blinking cursor in my blank word document. 

"Stuck?" Tess had suddenly appeared next to me on the bed looking over my shoulder. She had abandoned her gym clothes for an oversized grey T-shirt and black panties. I confirmed her suspicions with a sigh and bit my thumb. "Time for my cure then!" she purred before kissing me on the cheek, sliding to the end of the bed and flipping the skirt of my blue sundress above my waist. "Went with red today I see, pretty scandalous."

Tess's "cure" for writers block was going down on me. She believed that if she could force my thoughts out while I was on the path to orgasm then it would be a breeze to get them out on paper. "Wait, Tess you just got home and I haven't-" I stammered as Tess was slipping my panties down my legs, leaving my pussy exposed. 

"Mmm" She purred, "It's been far too long." She gently spread my legs I was pitifully attempting to keep closed, sliding her thumbs along my inner thigh. She began planting soft kisses on my leg, starting by my knee and working closer and closer to until she planted a kiss just inches from my pussy. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and a wetness growing between my legs. Tess continued to massage my thighs, her breath brushing along my exposed pussy lips, my heart jumping with each exhale. "So, who's your audience for this one?" she breathed. 

"Uh" I stammered, feeling my face grow hot "Curious and clueless teenage girls, and young women looking to get off." I managed to get out. I rocked my hips in weak attempts at regaining control. 

"Alright, I'm a dumb horny teenager. Tell me Miss Red, what's a futanari?" She asked in a suddenly high pitched voice.

"Well, there are two genders, females and - Oh god!" I was interrupted by Tess using her thumbs to open my now-soaking twat and diving tongue-first into my opening. Gasps forced their way out of my lungs as I felt her wet tongue slide along my pussy lips. She worked her way up and down my slit, stopping to plant a wet kiss with her lips on my clit. When she planted a kiss she would purr out an "mmmm", the vibrations forcing me to arch my back and curl my toes.

After planting an extra-long kiss, she released my tingling clit with a loud smack. Tess leaned back and raised an eyebrow. "Miss Red," She said with a pout "I'm here to learn, I can't keep going if you're not going to teach me." She said in her teenager-voice. My heart was pounding and I could feel sweat droplets forming on my forehead. This was her cure; get me started and desperate to force out my thoughts.

"You are something else." I muttered in-between panting breaths. Tess began running her finger up and down my pussy lips as I began again, each lap sending waves of pleasure. "So there are two genders, females and futanari. Futanari share all the characteristics of a female but instead of a vagina and ovaries they have a penis and testes. While clothed Futanari look identical to a Female, as the only physical indication of their gender is visible while naked. Futanari are also much rarer than females, with roughly 1 in 500 births being a futanari, meaning it's possible for some people to have never knowingly met a futana-MMMMM" 

I was interrupted again; Tess had buried her face in my practically dripping pussy and planted her lips around my clit. Trapped between her warm lips, my clit was electrified with relentless pleasure. Her tongue darted circles around it's prey, sending shockwaves of pleasure up my spine along my body. My eyes forced themselves shut as her pace quickened, feeling only her soft wetness as it slid across the surface of my clit.

Tess freed my clit with a "POP" and returned to work on licking up and down my pussy lips. "Is that it? Why would little me need to know about Futanari then?" She asked innocently between licks. 

"Well, futanari are necessary to make children. Typically two women get married, and when they want to have a child they somehow come in contact with a futanari. God this is hard when you flick your tongue on my clit like that." I grunted out as she returned to work. "When a woman wishes to be impregnated by a futanari she wears a yellow armband or bracelet telling any futanari that she wishes to bear a child. Somehow she meets a futanari, the futanari's penis enters her vagina and ejaculates and bam there's a bun in the oven. But as to the real circumstances of what it's like to be with a futanari I just don't k-" I suddenly stopped short, my breath caught in my throat. 

Tess had returned to sucking and licking on my clit, but had thrust two of her fingers into my practically gushing depths. With each flick across my clit with her tongue she slid her fingers across the top wall of my cunt in a 'come-hither' motion along my G-spot. I gripped the bed sheets so hard I feared I might rip them, the pleasure coursing throughout my body uncontrollable. The combination of her tongue and hands caused my legs to twitch, sliding across the sheets like I was trying to swim away. 

"Oh god, oh god, oh god" I stammered with each repetition higher pitched than the last. Tess jumped her pace into a sprint, tongue attacking my clit and fingers sliding in and out of me at a blurred pace. Loud sucking, slurping and panting filled the room like a lewd chorus. Glancing down between my legs I saw Tess's blonde head bobbing up and down between my thighs, her panty-covered ass swaying behind her. Tess began purring as her motions broke into a sprint, the vibrations of her lips forcing such pleasure I forgot how to inhale.

"Oh god I'm gonna- I'm gonna- I'm gonna- Oh Tess!" I screamed as an orgasm overtook me. Tess continued her assault, fingers and tongue working overtime on my throbbing pussy. My vision went white as I stammered out moan after moan. I felt my feet kick along the bed with every pleasurable wave that coursed through my body, fingers gripping the sheets as if my life depended on it. Tess slowed her pace as the tremors slowly gave way to my post-orgasm numbness. 

Tess popped her mouth off of me and slid her soaking fingers out of my opening. Wiping her mouth of her saliva and my juices she purred as she climbed up my lifeless body, planting a wet kiss on my lips. I could taste myself on her tongue. "So there you go, you're looking for stories of what it's like to fuck a futanari." She whispered in my ear. Tess curled up next to me, allowing my head to rest on her shoulder as I recovered. 

"Thank you" I whispered.

*****

I started my research like any good glorified web blogger would, by asking around on anonymous message and imageboards. The results were to be expected, a whole lot of poorly phrased lewd anecdotes, derogatory requests for images of myself, and enough dick pictures to fill several thumb drives. After a week of flipping through images of cocks at various stages of erection and ejaculation I received a strange private message:

I believe I may be able to help, but I can promise nothing. Come to the attached address this Friday at 7PM. Bring 200 dollars and ask for Cass, tell her your guardian angel sent you.

You also might want to brush up on your poker skills.

The request for money made me nervous, but I was desperate for a story and I figured I might as well give the place a look and tear out as soon as I felt any bad vibes. I spent most of the week brushing up on my poker skills, hoping that my informant didn't expect me to win, because that was never going to happen. Eventually Friday night did slowly roll around, I ventured into the unknown, hoping I would at least come home with a new story. 

*****

The address from the message was only just outside of the city, nestled in right where the suburbs are beginning to transform into the rural farmland. The trip would only be twenty minutes at most, but time slowed to a crawl as the knot in my stomach grew tighter and tighter feeling like my insides could snap at any moment. Why do I trust some weird online message? Why am I risking my life for the sake of someone's personal smut story? "No" I said aloud to myself, "It's not just a smut story, it's about writing the truth". 

Following my GPS I turned off the main road and passed under an archway that instantly released the pressure in my stomach. Written in large lamp-lit letters along the archway read "Ark Nursery". It all suddenly made sense in my mind; I was looking for first hand sexual experiences of a futanari, so of course I was going to a nursery. 

A nursery is a set off area from a city where soon to be mothers and new mothers alike live with their families. These areas are for expectant mothers as well as mothers with young children to live in a safe comfortable environment. From the time a woman was pregnant she is invited to live at a nursery until the child reaches the age of five upon which the mothers of the child are expected to leave and return to normal housing. A nursery typically looks much like that of a college campus, with its own enclosed space and various buildings within the grounds, all for the purpose of providing for expectant and young mothers.

The Ark Nursery grounds were filled with apartment buildings with lush garden balconies and large windows lined the outer walls. Parks and playgrounds were full of children playing while mothers chatted and watched from nearby benches. Pairs of women pushing strollers glided down the sidewalks past tables of women enjoying some evening tea while rubbing their pregnant bellies. Outside a health clinic a woman in scrubs was chatting with a very pregnant soon-to-be mother, clutching her bulging belly, before heading home for the evening. Across the street from the clinic a group of women each sporting the beginnings of a pregnancy bump sat outside a coffee shop enjoying the sunset. Everything a mother would need was in this place and it just reeked of a maternal atmosphere. Everywhere I looked there was either someone visibly pregnant, had a small child, or had a small child and was visibly pregnant. 

My GPS coordinates led me to the center of the nursery grounds at the foot of what appeared to be a massive glass hotel. Statues of what looked like goddesses poured water in glowing fountains on the path to the doors, the surface of the water sparkling from the lights of the massive structure. A large black archway covered the entrance with big white letters: "The Guardian Angel"; obviously the hotel's name. Women in bellhop uniforms held the door while a valet in a tight black blouse and pair of slacks scurried over to my car and squatted in front of my open window. "Here for the evening or to stay?" She asked in a casual tone.

"Just the evening." I tried to say in my most I-know-what-I'm-doing voice, despite having no idea where I was. Surrendering my car to the valet I strode to the front of the hotel, pushing past the large class doors. The entrance gave way to a large reception hall where all the walls appeared to be made out of marble and fountains calmly flowed water in the center of the grant room. Valets and bellhops scurried around carrying bags for various women whom were often visibly pregnant or carrying children. Classical music echoed throughout the room from unseen speakers. Everything looked so clean and sharp, I suddenly felt very out of place.

Approaching the front desk, praying I was in the right place the receptionist smiled up at me. She wore a sharp suit top and white blouse and tight black skirt. Her flowing brown hair and kind brown eyes behind thin glasses exhaled an air of professionalism yet warmth. "Welcome, how may I help you today?" She asked in a bright tone. 

"I'm uh, meeting someone" I stammered, failing to not sound creepy "I'm supposed to ask for someone named Cass?"

The receptionist's eye brightened with a smile. "Right the way Ma'am." She said, striding from her post down one of the large marble hallways of the room. She guided me to the entranceway of what appeared to be the resort lounge. A large bar lined the back of the dark room in front of booths and tables. A large stage hosted a small band playing jazz for a group of onlookers enjoying mixed drinks. The receptionist strode to the hostess, who wore a glittering blue cocktail dress, whispering in her ear and pointing at me. 

The hostess beckoned me to follow with the flick of a finger to the far corner of the lounge and a table of five women playing cards. Actually, only four were playing cards. One woman was perched across another's lap; a blonde with a strangely bored look on her face. The hostess bent over and whispered into the ear of a woman at the table, who then looked up at me and casually asked "Whatchya need?"

"I uh-" I stammered "I was told to come here and ask for Cass which is you I guess. My guardian angel sent me." A smile escaped onto the faces of all the women playing cards.

"Cass you are just wrapped around that girl's finger aren't you? Now she's sending lost puppies to you praying for a litter now?" chucked the woman with the bored looking blonde partner. "You're too crazy about that woman. She's had what, eight of your kids now?"

"Nine. You're just jealous you can't get a piece of her Jackie" Cass replied, "She goes back to that perfect body after every child and I can't stay away." Cass turned to me, remembering I was there. "So, what's your partners name then?"

I was caught off guard by the question, "Uh, her name's Tess, how did you-?"


Fridays at the Guardian Angel Ch. 01



"Well if Angel sent you," Cass had cut me off, "then I guess I can help you out but now's not really a good time. Let me give you my number and we can find a better time to start your little family."

"I can help her start a family right now if she wants" said a grinning Jackie.

"Yeah, I'm almost cleaned out and have some free time, if you're not picky I can get it done tonight." A brunette at the table said quietly while avoiding eye contact. 

"As assertive as ever Kris" said a the sharply dressed Asian woman at the table before looking up at me with a sad look on her face "Sorry honey, redheads aren't my type, but it looks like you lucked out having Angel as a friend since you've got your pick of your litter so to speak." She said nodding towards the table.

It suddenly hit me; they were all futanari and they thought I was here to find someone to get me pregnant. I felt my face grow hot and the blood fill my cheeks to a doubly rosy red. I failed to stammer a response.

"Don't pressure her like that Mari" Cass scolded, "look at her she's practically glowing she's so embarrassed. Listen, if Angel sent you to me then she knows I'm probably what you're looking for, I'm free tomorrow night if you want to try-"

"Wait, no no!" I finally managed to blurt out, causing all my admirers to lean back. "I don't want to get pregnant. Well maybe someday but certainly not tonight!" 

"Oh" Cass said, "My mistake, whatchya need?"

I introduced and explained to the group how I was a writer for Cliques and my quest to find stories of romance between futanari and women, to explore what encounters were like to share with my readers. As I spoke the women at the table nodded along.

"I read your first story actually, was really something else" Said Mari as she waved over a waiter.

"Didn't take you for one that read smut, Mari" said a grinning Jackie. 

"I didn't know you could read, so I guess we're both surprised today" Mari shot back.

"Well miss Red, looks like you lucked out tonight. Went fishing for one futanari and hooked four. So if you're looking for stories then you've come to the right place. Is it alright if Red joins our game night then?" Cass asked the table. Her question was met with head nods and mummers of agreement. 

"She has to play." Said Kris "It's been forever since we've had a fifth."

"Oh right" mumbled Cass "I hope Angel mentioned this, but did you bring any cash? And how's your poker game?"

I handed the money Angel asked me to bring to Cass before taking a seat. A hostess approached the table, sliding chips in front of my place at the table and handing Mari a fresh glass of red wine. 

"You've introduced yourself, so I guess it's about time we did our part. Call me Cass." Cass said brightly, apparently delighted I had agreed to join the game. Cass had long flowing brown hair and green eyes that sparkled. A necklace fell loosely on her chest, strung with glittering emeralds the same shade as her eyes. She wore black backless dress with a plunging neckline showing off her breasts. She had bright white skin that practically shined along the dark color of her dress. "Pleasure to meet you" She said, leaning forward shaking my hand. 

"The name's Jackie. Tonight just got interesting, not only do we have a newbie that gets to hear all my stories for the first time, but I also get to win another suckers money" Said Jackie, grinning wildly. Jackie had dark tanned skin, almost bronze with dark black curly hair that fell loosely down to her shoulders. She had a lit cigar poking out of her mouth; every time she smiled it looked like she was a villain up to no good. She wore a slick gray pants suit with a bright white tie around her neck. Her dark brown eyes rested on a face that made me think of a wildcat hunting its' prey. On her lap sat a gorgeous blonde with her straight flowing hair falling down her back. She wore a tiny white backless tank top and a tiny white miniskirt so small that her red g-string was curved over her exposed hips. Whenever she shifted your eye would catch the red of her underwear from between her legs. She looked like a stripper just before she went on stage, a gorgeous stripper, a gorgeous pissed off stripper. She didn't react to me and shifted uncomfortable as Jackie leaned forward to shake my hand, apparently uncomfortable she was exposing her area to the table. "Nice to meetchya." Said a grinning Jackie as she took my hand. 

As I took her hand a rush of light heat spread up my arm and I felt a slight adrenaline spike. It was as if butterflies suddenly sprouted in my chest trying to escape. I let go of Jackie's hand and she sat back in her chair, a big grin on her face. 

"I'm Mari, that's with an 'I' not a 'Y'" said Mari as she nursed her new bottle of wine. Her light white skin appeared to almost shine. She had a stern Asian face with dark eyes behind a pair of black rimmed glasses. Her face gave an air of competency and confidence, like she was in complete control. She wore a white blouse and pair of black slacks, business casual. I softly took her hand to shake, afraid I would feel the same sensation from Jackie. But when our hands touched I felt nothing but the softness of her palm. 

"Kris, and that's with a K." mumbled Kris, avoiding eye contact with me. Kris wore a fitted blue t-shirt that rested loosely on her shoulders and hugged her curves down her sides. She donned a pair of jeans that fit snugly around her long legs and left a couple inches of space between her shirt, showing off a few inches of her white skin. She kept her brown hair in a short bob that ended just below her eyes, bangs covering her forehead almost long enough to reach her brown eyes. She leaned forward to take my outstretched hand. When our fingers met the same sensation I felt with Jackie shot up my arm, causing my spine to tingle. The sensation stopped the moment I disconnected with Kris' hand. She slumped back to her chair trying to avoid eye contact with me. 

"Now that we're acquainted, whose deal is it?" Asked Mari, beckoning over the waitress for another glass.

*****

This brings us back to the beginning of our story: me neck-deep in a poker game I'm hopelessly losing, frantically trying to figure out how to get this group of Futanari I had just met to tell a stranger about their sex lives. I was wishing Tess was there with me when Jackie solved the problem for me.

"So miss detective." She started.

"Writer, not detective" I interrupted.

"What exactly do you want to know about us mysterious futanari" She said in a mocking tone, ignoring me. "Go ahead and ask whatever, we're not shy here I promise." Jackie gave a big bright smile, rubbing the leg of her blonde, fingers occasionally brushing under the fabric of her miniskirt.

"Well, to be frank" I started, "I'm looking for stories of your sexual encounters. For many of my readers it's not clear what it's like to, well, sleep with a futanari. I want first hand stories of these romantic encounters to write what's real."

"Going to have to be more specific than that" Muttered Kris, not looking up from her cards. "If you're just looking for any story we'll be here all night with Jackie boasting about her weekly conquests. 

"That'll get boring quick. Well for you, not for me" said a grinning Jackie, rolling her cigar in her lips, "Going to need to be a bit more specific than that."

"Alright..." I started, lost at where to begin. I suddenly missed having Tess with me when I remembered the previous night's "cure".

"Oh, what about your guy's first times?"

The table's eye's widened when I said the words "first time" before erupting in chuckles with the exception of Kris, who slumped in her seat. 

"Have we got a story for you." Laughed Cass, unable to control herself

"I fucking hate this story. I should never have said anything." Grumbled Kris, head in her hands. 

*****

Kris had a secret, a secret that nobody knew except for her mothers and family. She kept to herself at school, and while she wasn't bullied she didn't really have anyone she would call a close friend. Kris was quiet, shy, and enjoyed staying out of the spotlight, it made it easy to protect her secret. Kris managed to protect her secret until the summer she was entering her senior year of high school. 

Sam was a neighbor, the daughter of one of her mother's close friends. Sam was obsessed with soccer and spent the summer roaming the neighborhood in a jersey and shorts, hair in a long black ponytail recruiting kids for a pick-up game. During one of these recruitments she burst into Kris' room, catching her with her pants down. Kris was devastated that her secret had been revealed to one of her classmates, and made Sam promise to never tell a soul that she was a futanari. Sam however was fascinated, and over the next week came over to Kris' house to chat about what it's like to have a dick and be a futanari. 

It was the evening on a weekend; Kris was lying in bed wearing an old pair of pajama shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt reading the latest in a series of young adult books she had been fascinated with since she was young. Sam suddenly exploded through the bedroom door like she did almost every day since learning about Kris having a penis. "Hey Sam" said Kris, without looking up from her book. Sam was donning her usual tight gym shorts and soccer jersey, both were their school colors of dark red. "Here to bother me again?"

"Admit it, you were lonely before me" said Sam sitting down on the bed. "How's the book?"

"Not bad, the author introduced a bunch of new characters in this book and I'm still trying to figure out if I like them or not. Sometimes new characters tend to edge out my old favorites and I-" Kris stopped short, feeling Sam's hand resting on her exposed leg. "What are you doing?" Kris sniffed the air, "is that perfume? are you wearing perfume right now?" 

Sam's face was cherry red and responded with a shaky voice. "Well, yeah, does it smell nice? It's lavender. I heard f-f-futanari like the smell. I can go wash it off. I just thought that, well I don't know I read online that you, well I mean you uh, I mean I read f-futanari like the scent of it so I just put it on because I thought you might like it. Is it too much, I'll just go wash it off." Sam's words flew out of her mouth in a panic as she was shaking by this point.

"Sam, stop." Kris ordered "what's going on, why are you acting so weird?"

"Alright, well you and I are friends right? Like would you call me a friend?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Well, then friends do things for each other right? Cause I've got a favor to ask and I need you to hear me out."

"Alright, shoot" Kris sighed, putting her book down. Sam sat back down on the bed and looked at the floor.

"Alright, so I was reading online, that when one of...you puts your penis in one of people like me, er, I mean girls, it feels like so amazing. Someone online said it was the best feeling in their entire life. I just have to know what it feels like, just once. And like, I haven't told anyone about you, so like, that's a favor right? So can you do me this favor? I just need to know, Kris."

Kris' head spun, a week ago she was probably the most ignored girl in school and tonight she had the star of the soccer team in her room asking her to fuck her. "Wait" Kris said, rubbing her temple "I thought you had a girlfriend? Isn't that cheating?" Sam still couldn't look at Kris, staring at the floor. Kris could feel her shaking from the vibrations on the bed. Kris knew it must have taken a great deal of effort to even ask and Sam was petrified. 

"Yeah I do, but this isn't like cheating. I don't like want to date you, wait, do people like you like date? Well, whatever I just need to know what it feels like, just once is all." Sam stammered, finally managing to shoot a glance towards Kris. 

"No, I can't. Sam we hardly know each other and now you're asking me to fuck you? You're a great girl and all but I just can't." Kris said, standing up from the bed and making her way to the door. 

Sam leapt up from the bed, grabbed Kris' arm and spun her around, planting a kiss on her lips. It was her first kiss, her warm lips tasted sweet on her own, her nose brushing against her cheek. Kris pulled back "Sam oh my-," She was cut off by Sam diving back in, locking her sweet lips together again. Kris felt her mouth force itself open as Sam's tongue slid inside. Kris was drunk on the feeling of her lips and tongue, wanting to feel more of both. Kris found her hands on Sam's hips as they continued the kiss, their curves feeling so perfect in the palms of her hands. Sam's own hands held Kris' face, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. 

Kris could feel her erection throbbing against her flannel pajama shorts, the now erect head poking out from the pant leg. Sam's grinded against her trapped rod, their hips sliding against one another as the kiss continued. After what seemed like an eternity of getting drunk on Sam's tongue, Kris managed to break the kiss and step back.

"Sam, oh god that was, I just don't know what to say." 

"So, can you help me? I mean, it feels like you're ready to go with your thing." She breathed, hand rubbing Kris' bulge. 

"W-what?" Kris stuttered, still lost in the feeling of her first kiss. 

"Oh right, I saw this online too, I think I've got to do this now!" blurted Sam, dropping to her knees and yanking down Kris' pajamas.

"Sam, oh my god what the he-" Kris began to say, but her words stuck in her throat as Sam's lips engulfed the head of her throbbing member. "Oh Sam...Sam that is..." She tried to talk but was lost in the feeling of Sam's lips sliding up and down her cock. Sams lips came off with a "POP" as she looked up at Kris.

"Does that feel ok?" she asked.

"Yeah" Kris breathed "but-"

Kris was caught short again as Sam shifted to the base of her cock, licking the shaft like a Popsicle. Sam took her hand and began to run it up and down the shaft with her thumb resting on the head of her cock. Sam planted a kiss on the head of her penis before again taking the shaft in her mouth, this time sliding her lips past the head and onto the skin of the shaft. This was beyond anything Kris had felt before and was lost in the sensation of Sam's mouth sliding down her member. Each time Sam slid her lips down the shaft of her cock, before sliding back with a slurp holding Kris's head in her lips. Kris could feel her tongue sliding circles around her head with each rotation forcing her knees to buckle. Kris rested her hand on Sam's head and looked down, watching the dark ponytail bob back and forth as Sam slid along her cock. 

Sam removed her mouth from the cock with a loud slurp, and stood up. Kris could see saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, the effect of having a massive cock in her mouth just moments ago. "Alright, so now I think I do this." Sam said panting. She turned around and bent over, planting her hands on Kris' bed and pulled down her gym shorts revealing her bare pussy. "Now just put it in. Make sure you find the right spot, I'll help."

Kris was lost, she knew something wasn't right, but she needed to feel the release of an orgasm more than ever. Having Sam suck her off felt ten times better than any time she masturbated, and now she had the tight bare ass of her high school sports star bobbing in front of her, begging to be fucked. A million reasons why this was a bad idea raced through her mind as Kris stepped forward.

Sam grabbed Kris' throbbing member, still slick with saliva as soon as it was close enough and guided it to the already moist lips. Kris felt her head slide past the moist opening, slipping into the depths of Sam's wet pussy. She heard Sam gasp from having all seven inches of Kris inside of her, but was lost in the feeling of her cock being massaged from the warm wet walls of Sam's pussy. The pleasure along her shaft was unreal, already high from the blowjob Kris felt herself close to orgasm.

Sam leaned her hips forward, causing Kris' erection to slide out of her opening only leaving the head in the high-schooler's pussy. Every inch sent uncontrollable waves of pleasure as her most walls massaged her girl-cock. Kris could already feel herelf mere seconds away from blowing her load. "Wait, Sam" She panted.

Just then, Sam slammed her hips back, ass smacking against Kris' hips, burying her cock to the base. Sam's vision went white as orgasm rocked through her body. Gripping Sam's hips, Kris' cock pulsated with each wave of orgasm shooting load after load of girl-cum into the high school virgin. Each pulse brought quiet splurting noises as cum filled Sam's womb. After what seemed like a lifetime of orgasm, Kris slipped out of Sam's now filled pussy and fell back on her ass. Fighting to regain her breath and senses, she realized Sam had been screaming. 

Her bedroom door slammed open revealing her mothers who had come to investigate the commotion. Still panting, Kris watched in horror as her parents took in the sight of her on the ground with an erection and Sam, face down and bare-assed on her bed with ropes of semen dripping out of her pussy onto the floor. Sam, still moaning with each exhale was unaware of the audience. 

It was the best and worst day of Kris' life. 

*****

The table erupted with laughter as Kris finished telling her story. "God" choked a laughing Jackie "It must have been like you tazed her in the ovaries." 

Eventually the laughter died down, but Kris kept her head in her hands. 

"I'm not sure I understand, why was she screaming? Does it hurt when a woman has sex with a futanari?" I asked

"Quite the opposite" chuckled Cass still trying to control her laughter, "Why not have our resident love doctor explain?" motioning towards Mari

"Jealous of my title?" Said a pouting Mari before turning to me, "Something not so commonly known by you normal women is that when a futanari ejaculates, she releases a small substance along with her sperm. When this substance comes in contact with the inside of a vagina it reacts with the nervous system to cause an intense orgasm lasting between thirty seconds to a minute as well as releases a massive amount of endorphins into the body for a post-sex high. To understand why Sam was screaming, imagine having the best orgasm of your life at the very moment a sexual encounter occurs; no build-up and you can probably imagine why Sam screamed." she explained. "Was likely a scream of surprise more than anything, due to our quick shooter here popping off."

"It was my first time." Kris moaned.

"Yeah but a single thrust?" Jackie laughed.

"She had been sucking me off for the first time just seconds before! I'm the victim here!"

The idea of a minute long orgasm stuck in my mind, not sounding like a bad experience at all. "So why was she screaming? Was that just how she was?" I asked

"Was she a screamer in the sack you mean?" answered Jackie "Probably, but imagine having an earth-shattering orgasm rip through your body without any buildup, without expecting it. Our hero here," giving a nod towards Kris, still hiding her face "just slipped in and popped off. Like she punched her in the gut with an orgasm." 

I couldn't imagine an orgasm without any build up and if I wasn't expecting one. I imagined cumming in a public place and thought I too would probably shout out. "So what happened to Sam?" I asked Kris whom had just come out of hiding from her hands. 

"Oh she got pregnant of course, bore my first daughter at the age of 19 just before she finished high school. Had to take a couple summer classes but she managed to get her degree on time. Soccer career was over before it began though, I think she still blames me. Got married to a girl who had a few kids of her own I think, I'm not sure as I didn't really keep in touch." 




Fridays at the Guardian Angel Ch. 01



I didn't blame her, after all based on Kris' retelling of the story it sounded like she was the victim in a lot of this, though not fully blameless. 

"Now that my public shaming is over, can we get on with the game and maybe give someone else a chance to embarrass themselves?" Kris desperately suggested. 

It was my deal; I shuffled the cards while I made mental notes of Kris' story. It would be perfect for my next article. And yet the night was still young, I had bled chips throughout Kris' retelling but still had plenty for the game. I dealt the cards and mentally braced myself for more.



Fridays at the Guardian Angel Ch. 02



All characters are the age of 18 or older.

*****

"Three kings" announced Jackie, flipping her cards, "What crap hand do you got so I can take your money?" Smoke bellowed out her nose like a dragon, floating to the face of the blonde on her lap forcing a cough from the captive princess. 

"Full house" Said a calm Mari, nose in her wine glass. "Maybe if you weren't such a cocky bitch you might actually win one of these nights."

"I'm going to crack through that cold shell of yours one of these days, ice queen. And besides if I'm not having fun then what's the point in playing?" Jackie turned her attention to me, "OK miss detective, I can tell we blew your fucking mind with that fairy tale of Kris popping off inside her high school sweetheart-"

"Fuck you" grunted Kris, not looking up from the deck she shuffled.

"I know we're sometimes a bit of a mystery to you normals, so please, ask away." Jackie continued, ignoring Kris' comment. 

"Normals?"

Kris tossed cards around the table, two landing in front of Mari. "Slang for females, meaning non-futanari" Explained the dark haired beauty as she took a sip from her glass of red wine. 

I rubbed my temples. "I'm still stuck on a few things from Kris' story." Kris looked up at me, meeting my eyes for the first time of the night.

"You think I'm lying?"

"No no!" I stammered, holding my hands up in a sign of peace. "I just don't get it. Like, in TV shows and celebrities, futanari just seem so interesting. I just don't get why..." I trailed off.

"Why we would hide it?" Cass finished my sentence for me. I answered her with a nod. "Not everyone wants that kind of attention and not everyone wants to be different from everyone else. At a young age like that it's scary to know that you're completely different from everyone you know. Those of us that reveal our gender in high school do often gain popularity, but suddenly your life is under a microscope. It becomes a hassle, especially because high schoolers can be so damn mean."

My memory drifted back to my high school days, I knew my fair share of bullies who searched for anything out of place on their peers to pick at. It made sense to me.

"Parents also often encourage their kids to hide their gender during high school as well. Bear in mind we may live different lives than you normals, but we're still human." Cass continued, "We're still as hot blooded and stupid as every other girl as a teenager. When a young futanari embraces her newfound sexuality without maturing you get disasters like our heroine over here." Cass nodded towards Jackie who was trying to hold back laughter and failing.

"I made it a personal goal of mine to get as many of my school's administration knocked up before I graduated." Jackie choked between laughs, "My principal's water broke during graduation. Good times..." She sighed lost in memories.

"The fact there may be a little version of you running around somewhere terrifies me." Cass muttered in disbelief. Jackie continued to laugh. 

"Ok, I get that bit now. But Kris, you said you only knew Sam about a week before she demanded you to have sex. I know she was young and impulsive, but that just seems a little crazy." My eyebrows raised as I asked.

"Sam was pretty handsy, she would hug me all the time so it was probably confusing for her." Kris softly replied, hiding behind her bangs.

I maintained a confused stare.

"What Kris is trying to say..." Started Mari, "is that she probably got some of her oils on Sam throughout the week, likely confusing the teenager." My blank stare continued, this time directed at Mari. She rolled her eyes and went on. "When we Futanari are aroused, the oils on our skin act as aphrodisiacs when they come into contact with a female. You probably felt a jolt when you shook Jackie's hand earlier." Mari sighed. "Because she's always aroused."

"Hell yeah!" confirmed Jackie.

I remembered the warm tingles I felt when I shook hands with Jackie, suddenly realizing it was feelings of lust, I turned bright red. I hid my eyes from Jackie's side of the table and began to babble, "I mean, I just don't think, I mean-"

"Don't worry little fish, I may act like a bitch but I'm not a psychopath. Besides, I've already got my catch of the day." Jackie squeezed the inner thigh of her beautiful captive who winced. "Ok, maybe I am a bit of a psycho!" Jackie gave out a hearty laugh. 

Giving a sigh of relief, I turned my attention back to the other members of the table just in time to see Kris break eye contact with me. Her cheeks were bright red as she stared into her glass. I sudeenly remembered the sensation when I shook Kris' hand. "Kris..." I started.

Kris closed her eyes and blurted out, "I've got a thing for redheads! I'm sorry!" Her face disappeared into her hands. "Is that your natural color?" she asked, voice muffled by her hands. 

"Uh, yeah." I blushed. 

"Wow...it's beautiful." whispered Kris, who emerged from her fingers to look up at me with a blush. A silence fell over the table. 

I flushed a bright red. I found myself thinking about my future and how Tess and I had talked about having kids one day. Looking at Kris I imagined a girl with her short curly bob and my flaming-red hair. The idea didn't sound so bad to me actually. I gave a soft smile, "Thank you." 

"What the fuck!" yelled Jackie shattering the moment. "She's your type?!" Jerking a finger at Kris, demanding an answer.

The table shook with laughter while Kris and I attempted to turn invisible; even the beautiful angry mute on Jackie's lap gave a chuckle. 

"You could learn a thing or two." Said a smiling Mari, nodding towards Jackie.

"Fuck that, I've gotten by just fine without that cute puppy love shit." Grunted Jackie. 

"From a young age too apparently." I was desperately trying to change the subject, "Your principal, really?"

"Now that's a goddamn story" Jackie roared, suddenly in a much better mood. "Listen close miss detective."

*****

Emily Westgate leaned back in her leather office chair resting her hands behind the tight black bun of her hair. She took in the sight of her office, awards and certificates lined the walls, photographs of her with important women lined her desk, and old books from ages passed filled her shelves. It was the perfect environment for a woman of her stature, so fitting for the principal of United Academy. 

Things had been looking up for Emily. In the span of ten backbreaking years she had turned the academy from an average high school that produced average students to highest rated school in the city. Unity's sports teams brought home regional and state titles, and the school's test scores were the best in its 50 year history. 

Emily's sights however were set far higher, her current goal set on a now open seat for the district's board of directors. Winning the seat would be a launch pad for public office, and with her amazing accomplishments at Unity, the seat was all but secure. She had opponents, but her successes and experience outshined anything her competitors had to offer. 

A buzz echoed from the phone on her desk and a metallic voice echoed out the speaker. "Mrs. Westgate, Jaqueline is here for you." 

Despite Emily's achievements, she still had a few headaches to deal with. Jaqueline was one of those headaches. Emily sat up, adjusting her dark suit jacket and sharp black skirt. She was the symbol of authority, a professional woman who solved problems with an iron fist. "Send her in" she ordered. 

Her office door jerked open revealing the major thorn in her side. "Welcome Miss Jaqueline. Please, have a seat" she calmly said, gesturing to exquisite the leather loveseat in across from her desk. 

The student let her heavy windowless office door slam shut behind her as she strode in. Emily grew instantly annoyed at the sight of her, as per usual her uniform was a mess. Her white button down shirt fell loose, untucked from her black school skirt, which was rolled up well above the knee. She was missing her leather dress shoes instead opting for a pair of bright red sneakers to go with her white knee socks. Her dark ponytail bobbed as the student confidently strode over and plopped down on the seat, leaning back and spreading her legs in a confident demeanor. 

Emily did her best to maintain a polite smile. "How can I help you today?" 

Jackie leaned forward and gave a big smile, showing off sharp white teeth. "You can help me by reversing that expulsion you gave Yvette."

This was not a surprise to Emily. Jaqueline and Yvette were partners in crime, raising hell all over the school and being general problem children. It was their senior year and Emily couldn't wait for them to finally leave. Emily was convinced Jackie ran so wild due to her status as a Futanari, making her somewhat untouchable. In Yvette's case however, she was removed before graduation; a packet of marijuana found in her locker solved that headache. Emily maintained her polite expression, "You know our policy here Jaqueline, and we do not tolerate illegal drugs on school grounds."

Jackie's smile hadn't left her face, a discomfort for Emily. "Now you and I both know you set her up, those drugs were planted." Jackie was practically chewing on the words through her smile.

A cord rang in the back of Emily's mind, but she didn't show it. The allegation was true, Emily had planted the drugs in the locker. Aside from being a pain in the ass, Yvette had a strange pleasure in failing state exams. She seemed to get sick pleasure from knowing she was dragging the average of the school down with her. Emily solved the problem like she solved most problems, she got rid of them.

"Now Jaqueline," Emily began "I know you're upset about your friend but that's no reason to go around with these absurd allegations."

Jackie's smile was still going strong. Emily's stomach began to twist with an uneasy feeling. "I figured you might say something dumb like that. Have a watch teach." Jackie slid her phone across the desk, coming to a skidding stop in front of Emily as a video sprang to life on the screen. 

The image revealed an office with walls covered by certificates, awards, and photographs of important looking women. A leather loveseat much like the one Jackie was sitting on rested across from a large office chair not unlike the one Emily was currently sitting in. The large oak desk in the middle of the frame was identical to the one the phone was currently resting on, except this desk had the school nurse sitting atop it. Her legs were spread and head arched back in a soundless scream, body convulsing and both hands grasping the dark hair of a head buried between her thighs. Emily's stomach dropped as the nurse's body steadied and a face similar to her own emerged from between shaking legs.

Panic overtook her. Frantically she fumbled with the phone, deleting the video. "Where did you get this!?" she hissed at the smiling viper across from her. 

"I wonder what your wife would think, home taking care of your children while you're playing doctor with the nurse." 

"Don't fuck with me." Emily had broken character. "You will tell me where you got this or so help me god."

"Or what?" Jackie asked. She was relaxed, laying back with arms behind her head like she didn't have a care in the world. "You're asking the wrong question here teach. You're should be asking if that was the only copy of your little home video."

Emily's eyes danced around the room, lost in panic. Her focus on work had not been kind to her marriage. Her relationship with her wife was warm but the sexual flame had flickered out between them years ago. The new nurse for this school year had that spark she missed, and Emily had reached out and taken it. She cursed herself for being so sloppy. Their rendezvous had been going on for a couple months in her office, a space she thought safe with its thick soundproof walls and locked door. 

She met the little viper's eyes, a fear growing in her chest. "What do you want?"

Jackie belted out a laugh, "Alright! Now we're talking!" Her smile vanished and she narrowed her gaze, taking on a suddenly serious tone. "It's a simple deal really. You do as I ask, and your little secret lives and dies on the various places I have it stashed. Refuse, and it may or may not end up online and e-mailed to every student in school. " 

Hate was not a strong enough word for how Emily felt about the little demon across from her, but she was stuck. Thoughts raced through her mind. She was sure there had to be a way out of this, there was no way this brat had trapped her. If this video got out she would never be able to show her face in the world of politics, possibly have to resign, and her marriage? The kids? It was over. Emily composed herself back into a professional persona.

"Very well Jacqueline, your friend Yvette was it? This little misunderstanding can be cleared up with little issue." Emily yielded. 

"Very good." Jackie nodded. 

"Indeed. Now if you excuse me I have much to do, and I would appreciate if you kept this conversation between- Miss Jacqueline?"

Jackie had stood up mid-sentence and unfastened her skirt which dropped to the floor. Jackie rested a hand on the bulge of her white cotton panties. Emily jumped to her feet, horrified. "What the hell are you doing?!" she demanded. 

"Well I was so impressed by those oral skills of yours from the mix-tape that I thought I might try them for myself. So if you would be so kind." Jackie's erect cock bounced as it broke free from their cotton prison. 

Emily recoiled in horror, speechless she struggled to find words for how disgusted she felt. 

"No?" Jackie asked as she stroked her erect length. "Ok then." She reached down and grabbed her phone, still on Emily's desk. 

"What are you doing?" Emily demanded, avoiding the sight of Jackie's hairless cock. 

"Calling a friend, they owe me a favor." Jackie responded in a casual tone. 

"Wait, wait, stop, please!" Begged Emily. Jackie froze phone to her ear, eyes locked on Emily with a raised eyebrow. Emily's mind was close to bursting, was there really no way out of this?

There wasn't.

Emily inhaled deeply. "Fine."

"Glad to hear it!" Jackie tossed the phone back to the desk, returning to focus on stroking her stiff shaft. "Now let's see what you got."

Emily slowly shuffled around her desk and stopped in front of Jackie. Nearly half a head taller, Emily locked eyes with the student, a facial expression of hate plastered on her face. She felt a hand rest on her shoulder with a soft push downward. Emily sunk to her knees her teeth locked in a grimace. 

"Oh and don't get any funny ideas. If anything happened to me, that doesn't mean your secret's safe. So that means watch those teeth you slut."

Emily felt the force of her words. The little shit had thought of everything, she was at her mercy and there was nothing she could do about it. From her position on the floor Jackie's erect rod bobbed inches from Emily's face. Bracing herself she wrapped her fingers around the base of the smoothe shaft and after a moment of hesitation, leaned forward taking the head in her lips.

"Atta girl." Sighed Jackie, placing her hand on the bun of Emily's hair and gave a slight push towards her crotch. Emily slid further along the girl-cock, lips flowing over the head onto the shaft. She closed her eyes in a wince, she never had anything this large inside her before and the cock tasted salty like body sweat. The hand holding her bun jerked her head back, mouth slipping off the cock with a 'pop'. 

Jackie jerked her bun down, forcing her face to look up at her. Jackie bent over, her face close to Emily's, "I don't think you're taking this as seriously as you should be. You have five minutes to make me cum or I make you famous."

"You wouldn't dare." Emily whispered

"I have my principal on her knees sucking me off. Fucking try me." Jackie's expression made Emily's heart sink, mind breaking into a panic. Grasping the girl-cock she took Jackie's length in her mouth as deep as she could. She bobbed up and down with loud slurps, hand pumping at the base of the shaft. Jackie rubbed the top of her principal's head sighing soft moans with each slurp.

"Ah yeah, that's good you slut." Jackie breathed, eyes closed. Emily mentally winced at her words, but continued her work slurping down her student's shaft. Her tongue desperately massaged at the head of the cock in her throat as she pistoned along the member. Saliva dripped down the sides of her mouth, flowing down her chin. Streaks of red lipstick streaked along Jackie's shaft, stroked clean from Emily's lips. Emily sucked with as much pressure as she could muster in a desperate attempt for cum to burst from the cock in her mouth as fast as possible. 

"Allow me." Jackie said, hands taking a firm grip of the bun of Emily's hair. Jackie jerked her hips forward, shoving her cock to the base down the throat of her principal. Emily gagged, her throat unable to handle the massive girth now inside her. Maintaining the firm grip of Emily's head Jackie rocked her hips, forcing her entire length in and out the wet lips. With each thrust Emily gagged and her face pressed against the Jackie's crotch. Sweat covered Emily's face from the abuse, tears poured down her face leaving black trails of ruined mascara. Moans, slurping, choking, and gagging echoed off the walls as the face-fucking continued. 

Jackie's pace quickened as she slammed Emily's face on her cock. "Yeah, this is what you deserve you slut, you fucking bitch. This is your goddamn place." Jackie moaned. Emily's vison grew blurry from the abuse and lack of oxygen. "This-is-your-goddamn-place" Jackie grunted in time with each forceful thrust, slamming Emily's face into her crotch.

The hand holding Emily's bun jerked back, ripping her off Jackie's cock and held her dizzy head up. Trails of saliva trailed from the shaft to her lips. Jackie's legs shook as a stream of cum struck Emily on the forehead, a trail flowing down over her eye. Jackie grunted and shook, each time tremor releasing another stream of sticky cum onto Emily's shivering face. Emily winced with each strike, giving a quiet whine as her face was covered with the sticky mess. Jackie stroked her cock, and with a final grunt shot one final splurt of cum on Emily's eyebrow, which dripped down across her eye. 

On her knees, Emily turned and spat out the mixture of saliva and cum that had pooled on her mouth. Cock still in hand, Jackie fell back on the couch with a plop and sighed. "Just what I needed, Teach." 

A heap on the floor, Emily choked and panted in a desperate effort to fill empty lungs. Her jaw ached from being forced open, and her throat was sore from having a cock shoved down it. The rope of semen hanging from her eyebrow swung into her eye. Attempts to wipe the white goo from her eye socket only made it burn worse. 

Emily slowly regained her breath, her panting turning to sobs of humiliation. 

"Perfect!" Jackie shouted as she jumped up from the loveseat, still stroking her shaft. She swiped her phone off the desk and grabbed Emily's chin, jerking her face to look up. "Smile" mocked Jackie, snapping a picture of Emily's cum-covered face. "What do you think Mrs. movie star?" Jackie asked showing the image to the sobbing Emily. 

She didn't recognize the person in the photograph. What was once a clean professional face, sharp make up and proper hair in a tight bun was gone. Instead she saw a face covered in black flowing tears of mascara, smears of saliva and lipstick ran in trails down the sides of lips. The tight black bun was replaced by messy frazzled hair, wet with sweat and cum. The woman in the photo had a miserable expression, made worse by ropes of cum splattered across every surface of her face. "I give it 8 out of 10." Mocked Jackie, sitting back down on the couch. 




Fridays at the Guardian Angel Ch. 02



Emily stood, still choking back tears. "Get out." She ordered. 

"Oh? Giving commands now? Unless you forgot, I'm in charge here, so unless you mean I'm free to make you a star." Jackie taunted. 

"What the fuck" Emily paused before she turned and spat out more of the cum-saliva mixture, "do you want?"

"Need myself a souvenir." Jackie continued to stroke her cock, which was slowly returning to its erect form. She bent over and picked up her pair of discarded panties and began twirling them on her finger. "Now if you would be so kind." Jackie pointed towards the crotch of Emily's now-wrinkled skirt.

"For fucks sake" Emily muttered, hiking her skirt up, yanking down her black lace underwear. Emily felt exposed as the cold office air hit her now exposed slit. She threw the pair to Jackie, who snatched the pair out of the air. 

"Thank you kindly." Jackie held the lace underwear up. "Wow teach, pretty sexy. Hoping for a nurse's visit later?" 

"Fuck you" Emily spat with venom in her voice. 

"Great idea!" Jackie announced. "Turn around." She ordered. 

Hesitating for only a moment, Emily obeyed. 

"Hands on the desk." A second order came.

Emily obeyed once again, bending over and resting her palms on the surface of her large oak desk. 

"If your hands leave that desk, our little deal is off. Understand?"

Emily nodded, "fine."

"Good" purred Jackie. Emily felt a pair of hands rub her exposed legs, traveling up her thighs to grasp a hold of her black skirt. As her skirt rolled up over her hips exposing her ass, a wave of humiliation overcame her. She felt palms rub along her exposed ass cheeks before grasping hold and forcing them apart, exposing her pussy and asshole. A finger slid across her pussy lips, revealing that she was almost dripping wet in juices. 

"Well that's a surprise." Purred Jackie, "Looks like you enjoy being my slut." 

Emily was ashamed, betrayed by her own body. Emily closed her eyes as she felt Jackie's fingers explore her soaked pussy. Small waves of pleasure flowed up her body, which continued to betray her in shame. She let out a small whine when the fingers stopped. Emily, still bent over the desk raised her head in confusion. She struggled to look over her shoulder when she felt Jackie's cock press against her wet pussy lips. 

Emily froze, "Don't you fucking dare." She sneered. Emily wasn't stupid, her wife had borne their children and she knew what a cock entering her body meant.

Jackie rubbed the head of her prick along the exposed pussy lips, covering her pink cockhead in a shiny coat of Emily's wetness. "Or what? You're done playing?" 

Was this worth it? Emily mentally asked herself. Thoughts of her wife, her children and her dreams of success rushed through her mind. Silence overtook the room for several seconds, Jackie still rubbing her shaft. Emily relaxed back onto the desk, submitting completely.

Jackie chuckled and moved forward, sliding her engorged member into the soaked opening. Cock slick with Emily's saliva and pussy wet with arousal, the entire length slid to its base in one smooth motion. 

Emily exhaled as she felt her insides fill with Jackie's girth, her pussy continued to betray her; echoing waves of pleasure. She felt a fullness as Jackie's pelvis pressed against her ass cheeks. "Mmm that's good." Sighed Jackie. Jackie began to rock her hips slowly, member sliding in and out of the quivering woman leaning over the desk. Each thrust fully buried Jackie's cock inside Emily. Jackie's hands rested on Emily's curved hips for support. She could feel Jackie's hands squeeze her sides with each thrust. 

Jackie slowly picked up the pace, her crotch now slapping loudly against Emily's rear with each thrust. Emily's body shook with shock of each blow, quiet grunts escaping her lips. "You're so fucking wet you little slut." Taunted Jackie between slapping thrusts. "This is your place, right here with my fucking cock in you." Jackie continued to fuck her principal. "Say you love my cock in you." She ordered. 

Emily said nothing.

Jackie increased the force of her thrusts, slamming her length as deep as possible as loud slaps echoed from Emily's cheeks. She leaned over the shaking body she continued to penetrate and whispered into her mount's ear. "Say you love my cock in you." she repeated

Emily stared at the oak wood surface of her desk, surrendering a small whine with each plunge of Jackie's shaft. Ropes of semen swung from her face and dripped onto the desk, shaken free by the assault on her body. The photographs in her office watched on with judgmental stares as she was violated. "I love your cock inside me." She whispered.

Pain shot from Emily's asscheek as it was struck with a loud "SMACK" by Jackie's palm. Jackie increased her pace, driving herself with such force it slammed Emily's hips into the side of her desk with each thrust. "Say you love being fucked by your student." She commanded before striking the ass of her prize again. 

Emily's whines grew louder with the increased force, "I love being fucked by my student." She said louder.

Emily heard the grunts behind her grow more intense. Her hips now forced completely against her desk, the force and speed of the cock slamming inside her trapping her body against the cold oak. "You love my cum, don't you slut?" Jackie grunted.

"I love your cum!" Emily cried.

Jackie gave a guttural moan as she drove a final thrust inside Emily, burying her cock to the base inside the woman's wanting pussy. Emily felt the schoolgirl's legs shiver against her, the cock inside her twitched and warmness flowed inside her. "No!" She screamed, suddenly realizing what was happening. Orgasm overtook her. 

Emily lost all senses except for the sensation of the cock spraying its seed into her womb. Each splurt of cum rocked a shockwave of uncontrolled pleasure, forcing loud groaning moans from her lips. Jackie's cock recoiled and slammed inside her, each thrust bringing more girl-cum flowing inside a wanting body. Emily's cum-covered face lay on the surface of her desk, cries of her ecstasy echoing off the office walls. She felt fullness inside, her student's potent seed flowing into the deepest areas of her womb. 

With a final grunt Jackie emptied the last bit of her volatile load inside the moaning woman. Hair moist with sweat she slid her member out of the pussy still quivering in orgasm. A glob of her semen fell out of the gaping opening, landing with a quiet splat on the floor. Panting to catch her breath, Jackie gave the ass of the woman she just knocked up a pat. "Thanks teach, just what I needed." 

Jackie returned her cotton panties and skirt to her body, rolling to skirt to its shortened length. She turned the handle of the large office door and looked back at Emily, still ass-up on the oak desk lost in ecstasy. "I'm glad we have an understanding." she breathed before leaving the room, heavy door slamming shut behind her. 

Emily could hear her, but her senses were still numb. Her face was flush against her desk, the cum on her face had dried making her cheeks to stick to the cold wood. Minutes of silence passed as Emily lay, gathering her senses and focusing her mind. Finally she stood up, rolled her skirt down over her bruised ass cheeks and used a tissue to wipe the dried cum from her face. 

Her eyes wandered across her desk, the dark oak glistened with the sweat of bodies previously pressed against it, droplets and trails of cum on the surface. Emily put a hand to her lower stomach feeling warmth from inside her. A mixture of her fluids and Jackie's cum flowed from her exposed slit in wet trails down her leg. Seed filled every inch of her fertile womb, she knew without a doubt she had conceived. 

Emily's phone buzzed and let out a chirp, announcing a new message. Still in a daze she picked up and unlocked the device, opening the new message. An image of the school nurse's face appeared on the screen, tears and make-up running down her features which were coated with thick ropes of cum. 

*****

"Goddamn Ice cold, Jackie." Cass said as she shuffled the deck. 

Jackie laughed "Yvette's and I's parents were so proud. Not only did they get glowing reviews about us from the school, but their precious daughters graduated near the top of the class!"

I was torn morally. Sure, face-fucking and knocking up your principal is pretty deep into 'fucked-up' territory, but the woman was willing to ruin the life of one of her students to advance a career. 

"Yeah but wasn't that a bit much?" asked Cass.

Jackie turned silent and took on a serious look in her eyes as she scanned the table. "Nobody fucks with my friends," She paused, locking eyes with me before continuing, "And gets away with it." The seriousness of her words sent shivers down my spine. 

"Got that right." Confirmed Mari, twirling her wine glass. "Now if we could lighten up a bit, I believe I was winning." Mari was correct; she had gathered a healthy collection of chips piled in front of her. The game continued with lighter moods. 

My mind wandered as we played, I thought about a proper principal being so easily bent over and penetrated so easy. I remembered Mari's explanation of a futanari's skin oil acting as an aphrodisiac, which explained why Emily's body was so aroused despite an obvious hatred for her sexual partner. I glanced across the table as Jackie ran her hands up and down her blonde prize's exposed legs. The blonde woman's face showed only a pout of agitated boredom, nothing like arousal. 

"I don't get it." I stated boldly. The tabled looked at me, suddenly making me embarrassed. "If your oil stuff gets us, uh, normals, aroused then why..." I trailed off the question, eyes on Jackie and the blonde. 

"Then why isn't my pet putty in my hands?" Jackie finished my question, smirk in her mouth. "This fine piece has been with me all week, that little trick wore off a while ago."

Her response only drew a confused look from me. 

"The arousal from our skin oils only works for a short time." Mari more clearly explained, "Also after being exposed to the oils, the woman develops a resistance from its effects. So basically the oil arousal effect works between an individual woman and futanari for one to three days. That goes the same for the substance in a Futanari's semen that brings orgasms, become exposed to it too much and it stops working." 

"Why?" I was still confused.

Mari took a sip of her red wine before continuing. "Many believe it's to promote genetic diversity with the offspring. It encourages women to seek out different futanari partners when bearing additional children."

"I mean, we still have repeat partners though." Cass interrupted, "We can arouse our partners in the same way you normals do, we just can't rely on that big bang for repeat encounters."

That made more sense to me, or at least I thought it did. My head was buzzing with information, filled to the brim with new knowledge gained over the past hour. I excused myself to the restroom; I needed a moment alone to organize my thoughts. 

I leaned over the sink and splashed cool water in my face, taking a mental inventory of all that I had heard. I didn't have a recorder and wasn't taking notes; I needed to remember every detail for my articles later. I went through the night so far in my mind and did a short breakdown of both Kris' and Jackie's stories. 

"What striking hair." Said a voice as the door to the restroom shut quietly. I looked up and saw a pair of women. One with dark ebony skin and long straight black hair, the other had clear white skin and hair in a short pixie cut. Both wore small tight fitting t-shirts, the white woman in red and the black woman in blue. Each wore a pair of tight fitted jeans that fit to the curve of their. I could see a bulge in each of their crotches.

"Oh, thank you" I said, blushing and hiding my face. 

"You are just something else." The woman in blue said before striding over and taking a lock of my hair in her hands. She rested a hand on my shoulder, a shock shooting up my neck from the surface of her hand. It was the same sensation from when I shook Jackie and Kris' hands.

"Red is my favorite color you know." Said the woman in red, joining her friend in examining my hair, she put a hand on my back sliding fingers under the hem of my shirt, heat and arousal shivered down my body. 

"You've got a nice figure too you tiny thing." One of them said, I couldn't tell which spoke, as my head was spinning, their touches on my body growing more and more aggressive. A hand slipped under my shirt rubbing my stomach making me gasp. A finger brushed my neck making my hair stand on end, my breathing grew deeper and deeper. I started to lose my balance, holding onto the sink in a desperate attempt to not fall over. 

"How about you spend some time with us tonight?" One of the women teased, "It'll be fun for all of us, I promise" She purred, running fingers along my face.

I was a mess, "I...uh...No I don't think...No I think..." I couldn't get a cohesive thought out. They continued their attack on my skin. 

"She said no." barked a voice from the restroom door. 

"Fuck off." Growled the girl in red, not taking her eyes off my quivering lips. 

Hands grabbed a chunk of the girl's shirt collars and ripped them free from my shaking body. The women were helpless as they were each pinned against the wall. My head still spinning I glanced towards my savior. 

The two aggressors struggled against Jackie who easily held the pair against the wall with one in each arm. When the pair's eyes locked on Jackie's face they froze, an expression of anger replaced by fear. Jackie leaned forward just inches from their faces and growled "I don't believe I saw an armband on the lady, did you?" Her captives shook their heads in a panicked 'no'. "I don't ever want to see you trash in this building again, understand?" Jackie ordered, her words dripping with venom. 

"O-ok!" the helpless pair stammered, faces in a full on panic. Jackie lowered them from the wall and shoved them towards the door. They stumbled and desperately regained their balance scrambling for the door.

The spinning in my head had begun to slow, replaced by a spike of adrenaline from seeing Jackie handle a pair of adults like they were made of straw. She pulled a cigar from her pocket and lit it, taking a few puffs like nothing had happened. "You alright?" she asked. 

I managed to stand up straight and adjusted my clothes. "Yeah, Thanks." I threw a glance at my heroine. "How did you...?" I started to ask.

"Saw them come in after you, heard been rumors they've been going after women who don't wear the bands." She tapped her arm where one of the yellow armbands that signified a woman was looking for a futanari partner would normally rest. Jackie adjusted her suit from the encounter and made her way to the restroom door, pausing before exiting the room.

"Nobody fucks with my friends."



Fridays at the Guardian Angel Ch. 03



All characters are the age of 18 or older. 

Main Story Themes: Impregnation and Futa on female. 

Thank you so much for the feedback on my previous two chapters. I love all feedback both positive and negative, as long as it's constructive! 

On the off chance you stumbled upon this chapter, I highly suggest you read each chapter in order. 

***** 

The restroom door shut quietly behind me as I returned to the bar. Live jazz from the far end of the hall filled my ears, calming me somewhat. I could feel my hands shaking slightly, still effected from my close call in the restroom. If Jackie hadn't stepped in then I might not have left that room alone. I rested a hand on my lower stomach; if it wasn't for Jackie then I might have become a mother tonight. My hands continued to shiver. 

"Oh dear are you alright?" A smooth voice called to me. The owner of the voice strode over towards my place along the wall, long purple dress flowing in her stride. "Jackie told me what happened, you poor dear." She sounded like a mother fretting over a child with a skinned knee. 

"Uh, yeah I'm fine." I muttered as I looked up my new companion. Light brown hair sat primped up atop her head, jewels somehow sparkled in the dark room from her dangling earrings and necklace. Her features were pristine; a small nose perched above sharp pink lips while her bright blue eyes glittered like the gems in her jewelry. She wore a flowing purple dress with a deep neckline showing off voluptuous breasts and taught to her hourglass figure. Looking upon her, thoughts of a princess or beauty pageant contestant came to mind. 

I immediately felt very out of place in her presence. My gaze glued to the floor afraid to look at her gorgeous figure. "You must be Red, I wish I could have met you earlier under better circumstances." The beauty said, extending her arm for a handshake. 

I stared at her outstretched hand in hesitation. I had my fill of the futanari's touch for the night and was in no mood to be shocked with arousal again. "Oh dear, there's no reason to be afraid. I know you've gone through quite the shock just now, but I'm as much a woman as you are." The princess rubbed her belly, a small swollen bump was visible through the tight silken dress. "I'm only three months along, so it's not really showing yet, but please don't worry." She reached her hand out to me again. I shook it this time and felt no shock of arousal. 

"Nice to meet you..." I trailed off, realizing she had known my name but I was unaware of hers. 

"Angel" She said with a smile. My eyes widened. 

"Wait, as in my Guardian Angel?" I asked bewildered. 

"That's correct." Angel smirked, proud of herself. 

"As in, Cass' Angel?" 

Angel nodded in response. She gave her small pregnant belly a rub. "That's right." She gave a smirk, "I've got her number eight on the way." She said in a dreamlike voice. 

"And the building, The Guardian Angel, what's that about?" I was still in shock from meeting my informant. 

"I liked the nickname Cass gave me, so I used it. I'm in charge of our little haven here at the Ark Nursery." She explained. "Anyway, you needn't worry about those two troublemakers anymore. Jackie had security grab them before they left campus." My cigar puffing savior continued to look out for me it seemed. 

Angel's face grew a serious expression as she rubbed my back. "We take consent very seriously here at Ark Nursery. Attempting to entice a young woman without an armband is one thing, but ignoring a verbal 'no' is a serious offense, they will be punished severely." 

The way Angel spoke made me believe she was attempting to make me feel relieved, but anxiety was still taught around my chest. Was it seriously that easy? A few light touches on my shoulder and back and I was love drunk? If another futanari decided to ignore the armband rule and nobody was around to help, then I would be impregnated for sure. I gave a shiver. 

"Have you calmed down? Ready to go back to the game?" Angel's voice cut through my thoughts. 

I nodded and returned to the corner of the room with the large table of futanari card players. I calmly took my seat at the game, attempting to not show that I was uncomfortable. Angel followed me to the table and seemingly floated over behind Cass. 

Jackie had her blonde in one arm and cards in the other. "My two favorite people!" she shouted, "Angel, you're just in time to see me win your babymomma's money." Jackie scooped the pot of chips towards her place as Cass rolled her eyes. Angel rested her hand on Cass' shoulder and whispered in her ear. Whatever she said made Cass smile and give a small chuckle. 

Angel stood up from her partner's side. "I'll leave you kids to your fun, be sure to play nice." She ordered in a playful tone. She gave Cass a kiss on the lips before turning to walk away from the table. Cass gave Angel's ass a pinch, causing a squeak and a giggle from the goddess before she continued her departure. Cass' eyes glued to the swaying hips as they disappeared from view. 

I remembered Mari's explanation from earlier in the night. A woman develops immunity to the arousal effect of a futanari after she comes in contact with it. I needed to protect myself. 

I leapt up and threw myself along the table, grasping Cass' wrist that held her cards. A shockwave of arousal and heat rocketed up my arm from where our skin touched. Cass jerked her arm free of my grip, "What the hell?!" she blurted out. The members of the table recoiled in confusion at my sudden leap of faith. 

I slid back along the table to my seat across from her, adjusting my clothing to their proper order. "Vaccinating myself." I said calmly. Cass gave my eyes a look of pure bewilderment. 

Jackie busted out laughing, yelling out her words "Scared she's gonna jump you? Cass? Man, that's fucked up!" 

"Sorry, just want to be safe. I'm here for work and I want to be sure nobody gets the wrong idea." I explained. I was blushing profusely as I sunk to my seat. 

"If it makes you feel better, then I don't see the big deal." Kris quietly said. 

Cass was rubbing her wrist where I had snagged her. "Yeah ok, just ask next time." I wondered whether futanari could arouse themselves on command. 

I did a mental headcount of all the Futanari fluids I managed to get on myself on my first night with the group; Cass, Jackie, Kris, and the two futanari from the bathroom had all gotten their arousing skin oils on me at some point during the night. "So that leaves..." I thought aloud. 

The table's eyes fell to Mari, who was pulling another glass of wine from the tray of a waitress. Setting the glass on the table she spoke without looking up, "just a moment." 

Mari took the fresh glass of dark red wine and held it to her nose. Giving the glass a slight shake the dark red liquid swirled around its glass prison as Mari inhaled deeply through her nose. Calmly setting the glass down she reached over and touched my exposed forearm. 

Heat shot to my cheeks and adrenaline spiked in my chest as she touched my skin with her fingertips. I gave a loud yelp and jumped back out of my chair landing ass-first on the floor. From my place on the floor I could hear laughter erupting from the other futanari. Mari took a small sip from the glass and looked down at my shaking form on the floor. 

"There" She said calmly, "you're immune to my charms." 

***** 

The game continued into the night. Surprisingly, I wasn't the first to fall; Jackie was caught on a risky bluff costing her the game. She took it rather well given her competitive attitude for the night. Seems she really just wanted to have fun with the game. 

"So, other than confused teenagers and crooked high school staff, how do you find partners?" I asked the group in an attempt to fish out another story. 

"Well you obviously know about the yellow armbands thing. That makes it pretty easy to figure out who would be a willing partner." Cass explained while she shuffled. 

"You just grab someone off the street?" I tried to imagine how the interaction would occur and failing. 

"Pretty much." Cass continued to shuffle without looking at me, "Our little arousal trick usually seals the deal pretty easy." 

"It's that easy? And you're ok with it? Don't you feel used?" I questioned out loud. 

"Not really." Kris calmly said, taking a swig of her beer. "They get a child out of the deal, and we get some relief." 

I shook the image of what 'relief' might exactly mean from my mind. "That simple? Just pluck a willing victim off the street." I asked quietly. 

"We also hook up with different organizations that help match up partners if we don't feel like people watching." Jackie said casually. She had her nose in the crook of her blonde's neck, which in turn did her best to ignore Jackie. "It's like those matchmakers you normals use, except instead of for a relationship it's just a fuck." Jackie elegantly explained. 

"I've heard of those." I began, "They're for when a couple wishes to have a child, they seek out a futanari to be the parent right?" I said in an attempt to sound like I wasn't clueless. 

"Almost. It works the other way around. Usually we futanari are given the info of many women who have signed up and we select a partner." Mari explained. The idea that women were picked out like a menu in a restaurant made me frown. Mari noticed my expression and continued, "Sorry honey, it's a numbers game. There's only so many of us and so many of you normals." 

She wasn't wrong, the ratio between genders meant females either had to not be choosy when it came to having a child, or had to be very patient. 

"So what does that usually look like? Those arranged meetings?" I cast a line, fishing for another story. 

Kris gave a smile, one of the few for the night and said, "I'm sure Mari would love to tell you all about it." 

Mari groaned, "My mothers drive me goddamn nuts sometimes." 

***** 

Classical music flowed throughout the extravagant restaurant as waitresses in formal uniforms scurried between tables. Couples sat at tables covered in silk white tablecloths, dining on exquisite delicacies from around the world. Guests donned formal business attire or beautiful dresses while speaking in almost quiet whispers, so as to not disrupt the upper-class atmosphere. 

A waitress filled Mari's glass with glittering white wine, the only part of the night she had enjoyed so far. Mari had worn a short red silk dress, thick straps caressing her shoulders. She took a long sip of the freshly poured wine and peered across the table to her partner, who was desperately attempting to avoid eye contact. 

She wore a traditional Japanese kimono which hugged the girl's petite figure. Light red and pink flower designs danced across the fabric with the garment tied at the waist by a white bow. She wore her hair in a large bun, jewelry hung from her ears and hair, giving little jingling rings when she turned her head. Mari guessed her age to be in the early 20's, but her makeup made it difficult to tell. She had introduced herself as Kyouko Yamamori at upon meeting, and had yet to speak since. 

Mari swirled her wine glass. Mari's parents were well connected socially back home in Japan and would constantly arrange for Mari to meet and subsequently mate with the daughters of their friends. Cultural norms forced Mari to honor her parents' wishes, despite being a full grown adult, so she begrudgingly agreed to see these girls. These formal meetings were a constant as Mari was an extremely successful physician, many parents pressured their children into the arrangement with the wish their grandchildren would be as successful. Kyouko was another one of these girls, sent to the States to produce a successful heir to whatever proper family they came from. 

Mari hated these meetings. These girls were often culture-shocked and abysmally nervous, having traveled all the way from Japan just to be impregnated by some futanari they've never met. Their English was always terrible and Mari spoke very little Japanese, making communication beyond a pain in the ass. The encounters with these girls had become routine for Mari; eat expensive dinner, travel back to her room at The Guardian Angel and have an awkward fuck with a terrified foreign girl. She often thought the whole business would be more arousing for Jackie than herself. 

Waitresses brought out their meal, expensive works of art created by the house chef. Mari attempted light conversation over the meal and failed, neither participant was able to break through the language barrier. Mari gave up effort to be cordial and focused on finishing the meal and returning home. 

The cab ride home was equally as awkward with no words shared between the two. Mari answered e-mails on her phone while Kyouko looked out the window in amazement as the foreign city sped by. Kyouko followed Mari inside The Guardian Angel, up the elevator towards her apartment. 

Mari's apartment was spotless and organized, just like the woman who lived there. Large white bookcases lined the walls filled with classics, poetry, and medical textbooks. Stopping into the kitchen Mari snagged a glass from cupboard and filled it with dark red wine, her personal reward for making it this far. After kicking off her heels, Mari strode towards her bedroom and passed sleek modern furniture and massive glass windows overlooking the Nursery. 

She stood at her desk and took off her earrings and necklace, carefully putting them in their appropriate places with her large jewelry box. Paying little mind to her guest she strode in the bathroom and washed her makeup off her face with warm water. Before leaving the bathroom she creaked open her medicine cabinet and popped a stimulant pill. "God bless modern medicine." Mari muttered after swallowing the tablet with a swig from her glass. 

She found Kyouko sitting on the edge of the bed, whom had undone the binds of her Kimono. The garment lay open revealing Kyouko's bare body. She was petite with small breasts, a small curve above her waist persevered the feminine aspects of her figure. The fabric still draped over Kyouko's shoulders and arms, whom looked away from Mari as she visibly shivered in fear. She looked like a graceful swan with her clothes escaping from her body, a sight that did more to annoy Mari than arouse her. Somewhere, there is someone other than me that finds this shy foreign girl shit hot, Mari thought in annoyance, it's just a shame that one of those people isn't me. 

Better get this over with, Mari thought to herself, shedding her dress and revealing her own slim figure. She strode towards the petrified foreigner in her large blue bed. Mari removed the remains of her Kimono before laying the completely exposed girl flat on the sheets. Mari caressed Kyouko's small breasts for a time, an attempt to help the girl relax. Kyouko looked away from her lover, the expression of fear still evident in her face. 

Mari slid a hand down Kyouko's stomach and down between her legs using her index finger to caress the girl's slit, it was unpleasantly dry. Mari sighed, this wasn't unexpected; Kyouko was too petrified to be aroused. Normally Mari would rely on the aphrodisiacs in her skin to calm her partner, but she herself was in no mood. 

Mari left her shivering partner and hopped up from the bed, striding into the bathroom. Taking another sip of the sweet red liquor, she grabbed a bottle of warming lubricant from the bathroom counter. Giving a few choice squirts of the slippery substance to her hand, Mari absentmindedly applied the lube to her cock which she realized was completely flaccid. Sighing, she began to stroke herself and closed her eyes, bringing to her mind's eye memories of past lovers. After several minutes of personal effort and a little help from the stimulant she popped earlier, Mari had a functional stiff futanari cock slick with lubricant. 

Kyouko had sat up on the edge of the bed once more, this time completely naked with her exquisite kimono folded next to the bed. She looked up at Mari as she returned to the bedroom, eyes falling to her erect member. Kyouko slid back on the large bed resting her head on the pillow. Lying on her back she spread her legs, presenting her bare pussy to Mari. 

She really is beautiful, Mari thought. If they had the chance to get to know one another Mari might not have been so turned off by the affair. But that was neither here nor there at this point, and Mari had a job to do. Climbing in bed and atop Kyouko, Mari glided her hips in-between presenting legs and positioned the head of her cock at the shivering entrance. In one slow motion Mari penetrated the foreign beauty, aided by the slick fluids coating her shaft. 

Like many of these arranged partners from her mother, the sex was awful. Kyouko avoided eye contact and looked away while Mari pumped in rhythm inside the girl. She made no noises and it was clear there was no sexual chemistry between the two partners. Like fucking a corpse, Mari thought as she closed her eyes. Mari focused on the raw sensation of a pussy around her cock in an attempt to finish as quickly as possible. With a little effort she felt her climax mercifully approaching and with a final thrust and grunt she pressed one final time into Kyouko and emptied her cum into the tiny womb. 

While Mari's orgasm was lackluster, Kyouko's body was ravaged by sudden climax. Pushed over the edge by the orgasm-inducing substance of Mari's cum, Kyouko's eyes shot wide while she gasped in ecstasy. Her hands clenched the bedsheets in a white-knuckled death grip. Mari could feel Kyouko's legs shivering and convulsing at the end of the bed, her entire body taken over by the pleasure of orgasm. 

When Kyouko's orgasm appeared to finally end, Mari slid her length out of the shaking girl and sat up against the headboard. Kyouko was still on her back gasping deep breaths; likely still in shock from the orgasm forced upon her suddenly. This had become routine for the girls that Mari's mother arranged for her, they rarely knew that futanari cum will induce an orgasm. Calmly looking over the panting beauty she saw her cum begin to leak out of her quivering cunt. Leaving a box of tissues for clean-up next to Kyouko, she returned to the bathroom to clean herself. 

Despite it being a pretty lousy fuck, Mari still had a soft sheen of sweat from the encounter and her cock was slick with fluids. A quick shower remedied the bodily fluids and she donned a small pink nightgown before returning to the bedroom. Her cock was still erect, a side effect of the stimulant she took earlier. It bobbed and swayed from under her tiny nightgown with each stride. 

Kyouko had regained her composure and was lying peacefully in bed, her body now covered by bedsheets. Slipping under the sheets herself, Mari turned out the light and drifted off to sleep, her futanari duty complete. Mari could feel Kyouko toss and turn next to her, likely uneasiness from being in a strange bed after being fucked by a strange woman. Mari turned her mind elsewhere in an attempt to drift off to sleep and end the night. Mari's mind began to drift into unconsciousness when she felt a soft tiny hand grip her still erect shaft. 

Feeling the soft hand begin to stroke her length and realizing she wasn't dreaming, Mari jerked herself awake and turned on the light. Spinning around she faced a bright red Kyouko, who still had Mari's cock in her hand. 

Shyness overtaking her, Kyouko looked down and sputtered, "Maybe, no work?" in broken English and a heavy accent. Kyouko pointed to her lower stomach; her womb Mari had just filled with cum. "One more, maybe?" she asked, continuing to stroke Mari's stiff cock. 

Mari instantly realized Kyouko was attempting to suggest another bout, in case her pregnancy didn't take. This of course, was not a real concern for a single unprotected sexual encounter with a futanari has an almost 100 percent conception chance. But upon closer inspection of Kyouko, Mari realized the young woman was not blushing from embarrassment, but from arousal. Kyouko's breaths were deeper and longing. Kyouko's eyes locked with Mari for a few moments, lust in the little woman's expression. And of course, she continued to stroke Mari's cock with gentle swift motions. 




Fridays at the Guardian Angel Ch. 04



All characters are the age of 18 or older 

Main story themes: Futa on Female, Coercion 

Thank you for the continued feedback! I really appreciate comments especially if they are constructive! 

If by some chance you stumbled upon this chapter, I highly suggest you go back and read each chapter in order. 

***** 

Sherry was the very definition of a proper American girl. She grew up in a proper family in a proper New England neighborhood where she went to a proper school where she got proper grades. She spent her teenage years being the pride and joy of her mothers, who showed off their beautiful proper blonde daughter to all their proper friends at their proper dinner parties. Sherry was a princess, the house with a white picket fence in the suburbs her castle. 

Though for a princess Sherry was modest. As she grew up in an environment of privilege her body blossomed into that of a beautiful young woman. Soft and full breasts grew on her chest and tight curves flowed down her sides above long smooth legs. Coupled with her sharp face and bright blonde curls she was the center of attention when she entered the room. Though for all her beauty Sherry herself was humble, taking after her mothers she always maintained a modest and polite demeanor, a true example of class. 

This class was hammered into her since childhood by her parents, as the members of Sherry's family grew to become lawyers, doctors, and other respected members of the community. Sherry was well aware that the expectations for her were no different, and she strove to meet the goals set by her parents. After years of proper behavior and hard work, this drive rewarded Sherry in the form of acceptance to a respected Midwestern university. During her final dinner party, Sherry announced to the glowing pride of her mothers and all the respected women of the neighborhood that she had enrolled in the pre-med program and planned to go on to medical school. 

Four years ago Sherry hugged her mothers goodbye, tears of pride welled in their eyes as they embraced their golden child. Their precious child had made them so proud and she was going to go on to make them even prouder. Four years ago Sherry drove away from her castle in the suburbs with dreams of returning home, proudly surprising her parents with her graduation from medical school. Sherry knew for sure she would make them proud, she was her mother's daughter and she was going to achieve greatness. 

Today however, Sherry was on her knees in a department store dressing room with Jackie's cock in her mouth. 

Sherry swirled her tongue around the cockhead between her lips, stroking the shaft with her free hand in smooth motions. Her bright blonde bangs swung back and forth in front of her eyes with each pump of her wrist along the pulsating shaft. Light slurping sounds escaped from her lips as she bobbed on the engorged cockhead, tongue massaging the sensitive glans of her partner. The salty taste of precum touched her tongue, a sign that the futanari she was servicing was enjoying the attention. 

She wore a white tank top so tight her breasts seemed to overflow past the tight fabric holding them at bay. A tiny black skirt rested on her hips, so short it would make a stripper blush. Her smooth ass poked out from the tiny flare of the skirt, black lace thong uncomfortably tight along her ass. Other dressing room doors opened and slammed shut, the occupants unaware of sensual service Sherry gave Jackie. 

"You've come a long way since yesterday." Jackie said from her seat, hand resting on the little blonde head bobbing on her dick. "You sure I'm your first?" 

Sherry reared her head off her meal and sneered at Jackie, "fuck you.", voice full of venom. 

"Mmm, that may be an option. However, I don't believe I told you to stop. If you don't follow directions again then our little arrangement is off" Jackie said through a sly smile. "So get sucking my dick, it was just getting good." 

Sherry took the cock in her mouth again but continued her viper-like glare at Jackie. The futanari only smiled and stroked Sherry's blonde hair as it swayed above her cock. Sherry's soft knees ached and burned as they rubbed on the hard floor of the dressing room. A mixture of saliva and Jackie's pre-cum flowed from the corners of her lips and down her chin each time she took the length into her mouth. 

Though Sherry hated the owner of the shaft she was currently sucking on she did her best to service the futanari as best as she could, for she learned the day prior that Jackie tended to face-fuck if she felt the effort wasn't there. Sherry's tender lips massaged Jackie's cockhead while her wet tongue massaged the sensitive glans each time she shifted forward along the length. Her left hand jerked at the base of Jackie's cock, soft hands stroking to her lips with each slurp along the futa-cock. 

Jackie leaned back in her seat, breathing heavy in ecstasy from the tiny blond coed's head that impaled itself on her cock. "That's it, right there you fucking slut." She breathed, "Fuck you feel so good sucking my cock. Just like that you goddamn whore." 

Sherry doubled her pace, she had learned when Jackie began to call her names it was a sign the futanari was close to cumming. She milked Jackie's stiff cock, slick with saliva in a fanatic pace. Her jaw ached from the force of the engorged cockhead she forced in-between her tender lips, tongue flowing around her mouth along the cockhead. She took her free hand and massaged the futanari's ballsack, an effort to push Jackie over the edge. 

Sherry could hear Jackie's panting grow faster and shaper until she felt a hand grip her hair, ripping her head back. Jackie stood up and quickly stroked her slick cock, "open your fucking mouth." She ordered. Sherry closed her eyes and obeyed as Jackie grunted and came on her face. She winced as each stream of cum struck her face, warm ropes of futanari semen fell across her down her face. Each panting grunt from the futanari brought more cum that coated Sherry's features and filled her mouth. Just as it seemed Jackie had emptied the remainder of her load onto Sherry's face, she shoved her cock into the open mouth and spurted one final shot of cum down her throat. 

Jackie pulled her satisfied cock out of the shivering blonde and fall back on her chair in satisfaction. Sherry from her place on the floor choked and gasped; attempting to recover from having cum forced down her throat. Several deep breaths later and deep swallows later Sherry regained control over her thought and breathing, though the salty taste of cum still stained her mouth. 

Raising her head from the floor Sherry's eyes met her reflection in the dressing room mirror. Stains of saliva fell down her lips and chin towards her cleavage. White streams of cum coated her face, a rope hung over her eyelid and draped across her face. Her bangs were wet and cemented to her forehead by a mixture of sweat and semen. A cord of guilt struck her chest, she didn't want to believe it was herself she was looking at in the mirror. 

Jackie's hand gripped her arm and yanked Sherry to her feet. "Good job, cocksucker." She said in a casual tone. Jackie's verbal abuse only made Sherry feel worse. "Since you did such a good job taking my load like that, let's take a look at you. C'mon stand up straight now." Jackie primped and poked Sherry until she obeyed, like a kind of pet. Gripping the cum-covered girls shoulders Jackie spun her around and flipped up her tiny skirt. "Hmmm, I don't think black is your color." Jackie mused, referring to Sherry's tiny thong. "Red's much more your color, go find one in red." She ordered, opening the door and giving Sherry a gentle shove into the public eye of the store. 

Sherry obeyed, slowly shuffling from the dressing room area into the intimates section. Humilation covered her like a blanket. She could feel the stares of the other women, they saw the way she was dressed like a whore and they saw the cum all over her face like a whore. She did her best to complete the task but she couldn't ignore the humiliation. Shame blushed her cheeks red while a painful lump grow in her throat demanding she cry. Only months ago she believed herself to be destined for greatness, and now she was digging through a selection of thongs while shivering from the cum that grew cold on her face. 

I will not cry she ordered herself. I will not give that bitch the pleasure of seeing me cry. Finally finding a red lace thong in her size, she returned past the gauntlet of stares to the dressing room that housed Jackie. Shutting the door behind her she showed her red lacy objective to Jackie, who smiled and jumped up from her seat. "Perfect! Now let's see how they look on you." Jackie said as she yanked down the pair Sherry was wearing. Sherry kicked off the black lacy thong and slid up the red pair; the tiny lacy thong felt uncomfortable along her asscrack. 

Jackie flipped up her skirt again and examined the smooth ass in the mirror. "Perfect! It's just your style. Should be wonderful for our card game with the girls this weekend!" Jackie said giving Sherry's exposed ass cheeks a painful slap before letting go of the flare of the tiny skirt. 

Sherry winced from the blow and turned around to face her full form in the wall mirror. Her red thong was clearly visible as it curved around her hips above the top of her skirt, which length just barely covered her crotch. If she were to take even a small step the red fabric that covered her cunt was clearly visible. Shame filled her mind from the sight of herself in such a slutty outfit coupled with the now cold sticky cum on her face. 

She wanted to be mad, she wanted to blame someone; she wanted to believe this wasn't her fault. But deep down inside Sherry knew: I deserve this. 

***** 

My evening at the Guardian Angel had been nothing short of eye opening. Not only had I learned so much about the lives of futanari, gotten the intimate details of sexual lives from people I had just met, and almost been impregnated in a bar bathroom, but most shocking of all was that I wasn't the first one out of the poker game. Jackie had bit the dust much earlier in the night, but Cass had also fallen to the elegant-as-ever Mari, leaving only three players in the game. 

I had been playing passive all game, my focus on the discussion between the futanari rather than actual strategy for winning the game. But I found myself with an excellent hand of two aces, with another ace in the river. Facing only Kris I took the risk and went all in, hoping I hadn't lost my buy-in. 

The table was silent with the exception of Jackie, who purred in excitement. "C'mon Miss detective, I'm rootin for you here." She said softly. The blonde on her lap's skirt had slowly rolled up her side from Jackie's fidgeting, clearly exposing her bright red underwear. She didn't seem to care or notice, a blank look on her face while Jackie's hand kneaded her thigh. 

Tearing my attention away from the red lace between her legs I focused on Kris, who casually flipped over her hand revealing a flush. With a small moan, I mourned the loss of my buy-in and flipped over my hand in defeat. 

Jackie leaned back and bellowed an "oooooh!", mourning my loss with me. Giving a hard slap to her captive's somewhat exposed ass she yelled "Fuck I thought for sure you had her!". The woman winced but didn't yell at the blow to her rear, a clear red handprint grew to match her red lace underwear. This beautiful woman had taken so much abuse throughout the night, from being sexually harassed, smoke blown in her face, and being slapped around. But yet despite the pitiful look on her face she didn't react whatsoever, like she was a slave and Jackie her master. Courage welled up inside of me from the pathetic sight and I took a risk. 

"Why do you let her do that to you?" I asked the blonde. The woman met my eyes with the question, only to quickly look down at the table with an empty look on her face. 

"Jackie doesn't usually let her pets talk during the game." Kris calmly said, counting out my chips from a moment prior. 

"Pets? What does that mean?" I asked, clueless for the countless time of the night. 

Jackie had her trademark devil-grin, "Little Sherry here made a deal with the devil." She slid her hand in-between the woman's legs, a look of disgust on their owner's face. Jackie continued to massage her captive, her eyes on mine, "And don't think this is some kind of slavery shit, I'm not that fucked up. She can say no and leave at any time she wants." 

I tried to think of scenarios why someone would allow such abuse, coming up blank. "So if I might ask, why don't you?" I asked the woman again, who still looked away with a pitiful expression. 

"Simple really" Jackie answered for her, "The princess wants the keys to my castle. Little Sherry's wifey got herself knocked up, and like a true lady of class her babymomma didn't stick around long enough to say there aint no room in the inn." The expression on Sherry's face grew pained with embarrassment as Jackie continued to speak. "I'm her little fucked-up savior, giving her a second chance she never thought she'd have." 

I shook my head in disbelief, "Savior?" 

Mari saved me from Jackie's explanation, "In order for a mother or a couple to move into a nursery they need to be referred by a futanari, it's almost always by whoever got them pregnant. So basically for whatever reason, Miss Sherry," Mari nodded towards Sherry, whom was bright red with shame, "has reached an agreement with Jackie in order to acquire such a referral, as her wife failed to acquire one." 

This talk of referrals sounded so medical and formal to me. I imagined a futanari and a woman signing legal documents bedside before taking a tumble in the sheets. The image amused and confused me simultaneously. I remembered how drunk with lust I felt in the bathroom just an hour before; I was seconds away from being gleefully knocked up by futanari whose names I didn't even know. "Referrals?" I asked, "Sounds complicated." 

"Not really" Kris picked up, "The Nursery we partner with gives us these." Kris pulled several small black cards from her purse, about the size of business cards but thick and plastic. Sherry's eyes broke from her agitated trance and snapped to Kris' hands that held the cards. "These are our referrals" Kris pushed one over to me, Sherry's eyes following the small piece of plastic as it slid into my hand. 

A long ID number was imprinted on the card as well as Kris' name. The Ark Nursery's logo of a bright white wing was printed on the bottom right corner below a small chip. The back of the card bore a large image of the symbol for Venus, enclosed around a small crown. Kris continued as I examined the card. "That card buys you five years here at Ark, that symbol on the back signifies which neighborhood the home is in." 

"So you choose exactly where they live as well?" My eyes grew wide, "That's a lot of power." 

"Well" Cass started "It's not like there's slums here in Ark, it's just a level of control. We have to ration out each neighborhood; otherwise I would have all my families in The Guardian Angel instead of the other areas. Every neighborhood is pretty nice here in Ark, so you just end up saving The Guardian Angel cards for partners you really like." 

I thought about how much sense it made when I fully realized what Cass had said, "Wait, The Guardian Angel isn't a hotel?" 

Cass threw her head back and laughed. Jackie smirked and answered for her, "It seems that way doesn't it? But no, it's just high class living. Most of us futanari live here like our own little mount Olympus, but there are plenty of apartments we can hand out to our favorites." Jackie's hand rested comfortably in-between Sherry's legs, fingers on the red fabric of her panties. Sherry's facial expression made it clear to all members of the table she wasn't the least bit aroused by the attention. 

I refocused my attention away from the harassed woman to the conversation. "I think I'm starting to get it, but I still don't understand why someone would go to such lengths. There must be another futanari willing to give Sherry a card without using Jackie." I realized what I had said and quickly turned to Jackie, puffing away on her cigar. "No offense, Jackie." 

"None taken" Her fingers continued to play with the fabric of Sherry's skirt. 

"Typically." Mari explained, "A nursery doesn't accept a referral by a futanari that didn't get the individual pregnant. However Jackie here has convinced a certain Guardian Angel administrator to make exceptions for her." 

"How did you manage that?" I asked, looking towards a grinning Jackie 

"Turns out a certain Angel fucking sucks at bluffing so I've got a few free passes to hand out to the needy." Jackie rubbed Sherry's chin as she spoke, who jerked her head away and pouted. 

"You want to see what the rooms look like?" Asked Cass, "We can give you a proper tour while Mari and Kris finish up if you like?" 

"Sure!" I agreed, excited to explore more of the extravagant building that was The Guardian Angel. 

Mari and Kris waved us goodbye and Cass and Jackie guided me out of the lounge. Sherry stared at the floor and followed close behind Jackie. Exiting the darkness of the lounge we emerged into the bright main hall and strode inside a nearby elevator, casual music drifted from inside the carriage. 

"I think this floor is mostly empty..." Cass mumbled, cautiously selecting a floor. The elevator jerked and began upwards. Sherry stood next to Jackie, who was groping the blonde's butt with her free hand. I scanned Sherry's face for a reaction, but her expression was blank and eyes looking into memories of the past. 

***** 

Sherry's achievements hadn't ceased since her acceptance to university, boasting a seven straight semester streak of a perfect 4.0 GPA she was a model student. The only thing that stood between her and entrance to any medical school of her choice was the daunting MCAT and a final semester of her undergraduate career. 

She wasn't concerned about either challenge, she was confident she would finish her degree in perfect standing. Instead Sherry was at a holiday house party, concerned with getting her girlfriend, Ada to relax and enjoy a party for once in her life. It was the winter holidays, loud music pulsed throughout the house while students mingled, danced, and celebrated the end of another semester. Sherry and Ada had secured a spot on the living room couch, Sherry itching to be a social butterfly and Ada doing her best to be invisible. 

"Drink this." Sherry ordered, "I'm determined for you to have fun with real people for a change." Pushing a glass towards her partner. 

Ada glanced at the glass that had been shoved in her hands. "White? What is this?" 

"It's called a white Russian. I know you don't like the taste of alcohol but trust me you'll like this." Sherry ordered. Ada looked into the milky liquid with a shy concerned stare. Sherry rested a hand on her shoulder, "C'mon Ada, I just want you to have some fun. It's just something to help you loosen up. Could you just try it? For me?" Sherry begged, big blue eyes staring into Ada's brown pair. 

"Not fair, you know I can never say no to you." Ada relented, draining her drink in a single drink. 

"That's my girl!" Sherry cheered, rubbing Ada's back. 

Sherry had met Ada as a freshman as lab partners in introductory chemistry. Ada was hopeless when it came to the sciences and was completely reliant upon Sherry for passing the course. Sherry had been annoyed with her seemingly useless lab partner until she began to struggle in her creative writing courses and was saved by Ada's amazing abilities as an editor. A companionship was born, Ada was an English major who relyied on Sherry for math and science help while Sherry was pre-med and relied on Ada to get her through her liberal arts credits. 




Fridays at the Guardian Angel Ch. 04



The girls formed a perfect team for the first semester, studying together late at night and becoming close friends. But as Sherry spent more time with the shy girl who enjoyed reading books more than talking to people, she grew attached. After their meetings she couldn't stop thinking about Ada's long black hair and brown eyes that peered behind a pair of thick rimmed glasses. 

After receiving a perfect score on her final creative writing paper she burst into Ada's dorm room and planted a kiss on the frozen bookworms face. After the moment of shock, Ada enthusiastically returned the embrace; the moment was the starting point of their years-long love. Even though each girl was nearly the opposite of one another, the connection they felt between them was unmistakable. 

Though Sherry was hopelessly in love with Ada, she grew annoyed at her partner's introverted attitude. Ada's idea of a celebration was a glass of wine and churning through an entire book in an evening. When in a group Ada was a wallflower, shyly leaning against a surface too scared to open her mouth. Sherry was tired of Ada missing out on what she believed was the college lifestyle, finally talking her partner into going to the holiday party. Forcing the shy girl out of her traditional jeans and sweatshirt and into one of her trendy party dresses Sherry swept Ada out of their dorm room and off to the house party. 

Though Ada enjoyed the occasional glass of wine she was not what one would describe was a drinker. But after draining the white Russian Sherry had pushed her way, Ada decided this strangely named drink wasn't so bad and had a few more. With the newfound liquid courage Ada found herself on the coffee table, having the time of her life dancing and screaming along to the music much to the laughter of Sherry. The shy nerd girl was gone, and in her place was the obviously intoxicated butterfly, which drunkenly blossomed from her cocoon into the lush social butterfly. 

Sherry exhaled mentally, relieved that Ada was finally relaxing and having a good time. She left Ada, who was giggling uncontrollably with a group of girls on the floor, in the living room and headed to the basement. Feeling like she should give Ada a chance to spread her wings on her own, she danced her heart out in the basement, massive speakers shaking the walls with her favorite songs. 

Two hours later Sherry was danced out and covered in sweat, returning to the main floor she was curious what Ada had been up to. Nowhere to be found, Sherry asked the group of girls she last saw giggling with Ada if they had seen her. 

"I think I saw her go upstairs." One of the girls shouted over the music and pointed up a nearby staircase. 

Sherry sighed. Perhaps the party had been too much for the shy girl and she was just looking for a place to calm down. Trudging up the stairs she slowly opened bedroom doors, looking for her partner. Interrupting more than one couple whom were thoroughly enjoying the privacy of the bedrooms, she found her charge. Ada was flat on her stomach on top of the bed, the skirt of her dress flipped up revealing black panties. A stain was clearly visible on the bedsheets below Ada while drool escaped from her lips onto the pillow. 

Sherry couldn't help but laugh. "Alright Ada, I'm glad you had fun but this party is so over." She turned her drunken partner over on her back and rubbed her awake. "We gotta get out of here" She said, eager to leave before the owner of the bed finds you. 

"Mmmmm, Shewwi..."Ada mumbled, obviously drunk. "No Sherwi I's want to love you's" she slurred. Sherry let out a yelp, feeling Ada's hand under her skirt and clumsily rubbing the crotch of her panties. "Where's it go?" Ada asked. 

Sherry removed Ada's hand from her skirt, "Where's what now?" 

"Your biiiiiiiiig dick!" Ada cheered, drunkenly falling to the bed. 

"Clearly a sign you need to go home. C'mon girl before you get sick." Sherry hoisted Ada to her feet, helping her downstairs. Sherry waved her other friends goodbye while they laughed at her drunken charge. It took some doing, but Sherry managed to carry Ada whom was deadweight, back to her dorm room. Depositing Ada into her bed, Sherry stroked her lover's hair. "I'm glad you finally relaxed tonight." She whispered and kissed Ada goodnight. 

After an unforgiving hangover Ada recovered from her first binge drinking experience. Sherry found it hilarious that Ada was unable to remember anything past her first drink of the white Russian, but couldn't help but feel like she had fun. But while she had fun, Ada still preferred books as they never gave her hangovers. 

Life and the school year continued, a month later both girls had returned to classes and life had returned to normal. For a moment of their lives, everything was perfect; love, life, and success were within reach and the two girls were closer than ever. But a single afternoon changed everything. A stomach bug brought a visit to the campus clinic for Ada. A quick examination and few tests later, a doctor broke terrible news. 

Ada was a month pregnant. 

A sobbing Ada broke the news to Sherry in her dorm room. Through uncontrolled tears Ada claimed she had never had sex with anyone other than Sherry, much less a futanari. Sherry stroked the hair of her sobbing lover while guilt gripped her chest. A month ago Sherry had dragged Ada to the holiday party, gotten her blindingly drunk, and left helpless. She remembered how Ada looked sprawled on the bed, her dress falling off her body and how her lower half was exposed. Sherry knew exactly how Ada had gotten pregnant, and it was her fault. 

Sherry calmed the hysterical Ada, promising to love her forever and never leave her side. Sherry promised they would get through this and that their life dreams would all come true. Ada buried her head into Sherry's chest and cried, believing every word she said. 

But Sherry didn't believe herself. She loved Ada, but there was no way that everything was going to be ok. As a pre-med student Sherry was no stranger to the nursery system. Without a nursery card, let alone not even knowing what the parent of Ada's child looks like, there was no way Ada would gain entrance to a nursery. Due to the rarity of Futanari, contraceptives were not commonly available and abortion was strictly only used in cases where the mother's life was in danger. Ada was going to give birth to this child. After a tearful night, the couple traveled to the county courthouse and married. Never had Sherry thought her wedding ceremony take place in the lobby of a gray office building and an overworked secretary as a witness. 

The stress took a toll on Sherry well beyond her mental status. Ada had dropped out of her courses and Sherry might as well have, earning horrific marks on all her classes for the semester. The black marks on her GPA coupled with terrible MCAT scores effectively locked her out of medical school. 

With only a single semester remaining before graduation, Sherry's future looked bleak. Ada's belly had begun to grow, a small bump a home to the child that grew inside her. In four months Sherry would be finished with her undergraduate and her financial aid would cease. With no other options Sherry would have to return home to her proper American home and confess to her parents she had not only failed in school but also was also married and expecting a child. Each time Sherry imagined speaking with her parents, her heart ached in her chest and her stomach sank. She couldn't believe she had fucked up so badly, she would give anything to make it all better, she prayed with all her heart just for a chance to get her life back. 

And Sherry got her wish. Late one night Sherry sat in the corner of a dark bar, nursing a beer and replaying the night Ada conceived their child in her mind. From the darkness a woman in a sharp grey suit approached her and introduced herself. This woman explained she was well aware of Sherry and Ada's situation, and offered her a way out. She explained that as a futanari herself, she could provide her with a pass to the nearby nursery, staving off the need to confess to her parents. 

The deal was simple, one nursery referral for Ada in exchange for one week where Sherry wasn't allowed to refuse the futanari. It was made very clear that at any point Sherry could refuse and forfeit the nursery pass. Desperate but not dumb, Sherry was well aware of the erotic intentions of this futanari that had somehow found out her problem. She knew it was dangerous, she didn't even know the futanari's in front of her, and the only other futanari she knew had knocked up Ada without so much as leaving her name. 

But Sherry was short on options and this was her chance. If she was able to get a nursery referral she would be at least able to secure Ada and her child's future for the next few years. This would give her a chance to get her act together and still succeed in some fashion like she had dreamed. But most importantly it would buy her time before she had to confess to her parents about all her mistakes. Sherry stuck out her hand and said, "On one condition, I cannot get pregnant." 

Jackie gave a smile so big it made Sherry uncomfortable and gripped her outstretched hand. "Deal." 

The next week involved Jackie dressing Sherry up in terribly revealing outfits made worse by her constant groping in public. Jackie took great pleasure in exposing Sherry, knowing the girl was horrifically embarrassed each time Jackie forced her into smaller and smaller skirts. Jackie would demand to be sucked off several times a day, usually in public areas where they could be easily, and often times were, caught by passers-by. The worst by far however was Jackie's favorite activity of blowing her load on Sherry's face and forcing her into public with cum dripping down her face. 

The humiliation was unbelievable for Sherry, but she held the memory of Ada close and told herself it would just be a week. Besides, it wasn't Jackie's fault Sherry was in this situation, it was her own. She had married Ada and she had promised to make things right, and one week of humiliation was the price to pay to provide for her wife. 

***** 

I glanced up and down the long bright hallway that hosted the Guardian Angel apartment units. Massive paintings lined the bright white walls of the hall. Maids in uniform roamed holding laundry, empty food trays or cleaning utensils. Each time a maid passed our group she would give a small bow and give a polite "ma'am". The elegance and classy atmosphere was palpable. 

Cass led the group; myself, Sherry, and Jackie whom had her hands around Sherry's waist as we walked), in front of one of the apartment doors. Using a keycard, Cass opened the electronic lock with a click and pulled open the door. I couldn't help but notice the keycard Cass had used appeared to be identical to the nursery referral card I had been shown earlier. Ushering me inside, I stepped across the threshold of the doorframe. 

The apartment was of a class well above my status. Even though the apartment was empty it was sleek and savvy. Sharp black granite counters lined the kitchen below a sparkling hanging light. Appliances appeared to be state of the art and large enough to cook for a small village. I walked from room to room in a daze, the living room, dining room, bedroom; they were all massive and pristine. 

Jackie and Cass chatted in the living room while I explored. I emerged from the bathroom the size of my bedroom in my home apartment and rejoined the two futanari. Jackie and Cass were amused by my bewilderment while Sherry leaned against a wall pretending to be invisible. "So people get to live here?" I asked quietly. 

Cass gave a bright smile and said "Yeah, the nursery's referrals are the actual homes our partners stay in. Most of the futanari here live in the Guardian Angel, so we only get a few rooms so the futanari here tend to save them for their favorites." 

"Favorites?" I asked quizzically. 

"Yeah, like if they're a really good fuck and you want to keep them around." Jackie answered for Cass, "But we're queens of the castle here, so a futanari can give whatever referral they want for any reason. " 

"So if you impregnate someone you don't really like, you give them crappy housing?" 

Cass gave a nervous laugh, "Well, not exactly. All the housing here at the Nursery isn't all that bad, and plus it's free. If someone is upset enough at the level of housing their futanari gave them they are always free to live outside campus on their own dime. The normal housing in the homes you passed on your way here are quite nice, they're just nothing compared to the Guardian Angel." 

"Mmm" I mumbled, mentally taking it all in. "Does anyone try to bribe futanari for better housing?" 

Cass sighed, "Well yes, it does happen occasionally but it's actually quite rare." 

"Really?" I said in surprise. 

"Well yeah," Jackie said as she leaned against the kitchen counter. "What are they gonna bribe us with? If they've got enough money to bribe into the Guardian Angel then they have the money to live in similar places outside the nursery. Many with that kind of money would rather not move anyway. And then what else could they bribe with? Sex? They need to give it up anyway just to get in here and it's not like a futanari can't get a fuck whenever they want." I blushed at her frank explanation. 

"Oh." I muttered, feeling my face heat up in embarrassment. 

Cass gave a small laugh, "Eloquently put Jackie." She said as Jackie gave a small bow. Cass turned to me, "Think you have enough for your blog or whatever?" I nodded. "Good, let's go see who won our family game night, my money's on Mari." 

"Really? I though Kris was pretty good." I playfully responded. Cass held the front door for me as I left the beautiful apartment. Stepping into the hallway I visualized my own apartment and suddenly felt inadequate. 

Jackie called out the door "I'll meet you guys downstairs, just gonna use the little girl's room." Cass rolled her eyes and let the door shut behind her. 

***** 

Sherry felt a tightness release from her chest as the apartment door shut. She had grown used to Jackie humiliating her in front of others, but to be exposed and harassed in front of another female was almost too much. On top of that the little redhead was some kind of writer; she prayed Red would at least have the decency to change her name in the final product. She would have said something, but Jackie had made it clear that speaking to anyone else while she was with Jackie would break their deal. 

"I can't believe she gets moist over Kris rather than me." Jackie said wistfully. Giving a glance to Sherry leaning against the wall with her arms crossed she said "It's a real fucking shame tomorrow's your last day as my slut, I really should have made you dye your hair." 

Sherry furrowed her brow and glared at the floor. She ran her hands through her long blonde hair grateful it had remained untouched through her humiliation. 

"Goddamn I'm so fucking horny." Jackie practically grunted. "I never knew I was so into redheads, shit." Jackie released the buckle on her suit pants and let her bottoms fall to the floor, revealing a massive erection. "Slut, time to do your job." She said to Sherry while she stroked her erect member. 

Sherry sighed. Striding over to the futanari she tied her hair back into a ponytail. Jackie leaned against the kitchen counter with her massive cock in hand and a smile on her face. Sherry braced herself to take Jackie into her mouth. Dropping to her knees she took Jackie's massive shaft between her lips, slowly bobbing her head up and down the cock. Having sucked off Jackie countless times in the past week, Sherry was an expert on pleasuring a girl-cock. Jackie gave soft moans while Sherry loudly slurped on the cock between her lips. 

Sherry felt Jackie grip her arm and yank her to her feet. Sherry gave a surprised sound as she popped off Jackie's cock. "Now that you got me ready..." Jackie said lustfully. Jackie shoved Sherry into the kitchen counter and pressed her flat against the cold granite of the counter. Sherry felt her tiny red thong being ripped down her legs, exposing her sensitive parts. 

"Hey!" she yelped in surprise. She felt her pussy was and she knew Jackie had been drinking and was horny, a dangerous combination. 

"Oh, don't you worry princess." Jackie muttered as she stepped behind Sherry's tiny rear poking out of the short skirt. Fear rose in Sherry's chest as Jackie stepped forward. Jackie was about to fuck her pussy, she was about to be impregnated by this monster, this was breaking their bargain. Chest frozen in fear to the surface of the kitchen counter panic continued to rise in Sherry's mind. 

A twang of adrenaline shot through her chest as Sherry felt Jackie's hands spread her ass cheeks apart. Jackie's cockhead pressed against her tiny asshole causing Sherry's head poked up from the counter in shock. Immediately Jackie pressed a hand into Sherry's shoulder, forcing her face back against the granite. Using her free hand Jackie guided her cock as she pressed into the shivering blonde. 

Shocked into silence, Sherry panted and shivered while she felt the cock press harder against her tight resistant asshole. A burning pain shot through her body as she was forced open by Jackie's massive girth. With a contorted face Sherry grunted painfully as bit by bit Jackie's cock was forced deeper inside her. 

"Fuck your ass is tight" Jackie muttered from behind Sherry's rear end. "It's gonna hurt unless you relax." She said as she gave Sherry's ass a light smack. Sherry, still shaking in pain, gave a small yip with each smack. Jackie gave a sadistic chuckle, "Alright, a one and a two..." she muttered before rocking her hips forward, sliding the entire length of her cock past Sherry's painfully stretched asshole. 

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Sherry hissed in pain as each inch of the massive girl-cock invaded her. Disgust and painful sensations overtook her mind with each inch of flesh entering her until she felt Jackie's bare hips press against her rear. Face contorted in a grimace, Sherry's body uncontrollably shivered. Pain burned from where Jackie had forced herself inside, feeling as if Sherry was being ripped open. 

"Mmm that's good." Jackie purred from behind the violated girl. Jackie began to rock her hips, cock forcing itself painfully inside Sherry. "Fuck yeah that's it." Jackie breathed as she found her rhythm. Jackie buried her cock to the base inside Sherry's twitching asshole, a quiet 'smack' each time her hips bounced into Sherry's rear. 

She couldn't believe how painful it was to have her ass fucked. She tried to ignore the pain but having Jackie's massive cock in her gut was almost too much to handle. Closing her eyes she tried to imagine being somewhere, anywhere else where she wasn't being fucked against a countertop. But the effort was in vain, with each painful thrust she was jerked back to reality by Jackie's cock reaching her deepest parts. 

Jackie had now reached a rapid pace, pistoning her cock in and out of Sherry's virgin asshole. She leaned atop her trapped partner who inhaled with a hiss of pain each time she slammed her hips forward. Jackie rested her head just behind Sherry's neck, panting in ecstasy directly into her prey's ear. Completely at the futanari's mercy, Sherry's mind echoed with the sounds of Jackie's erotic grunts which grew faster and deeper with each thrust. 

Jackie suddenly buried herself entirely inside Sherry, painfully digging her thighs into the countertop. Grunting a loud "Ah! Mnnpf" into Sherry's ear, she felt the cock in her ass twitch and release a warmth into her belly. "Mmmf, Yeah" Jackie panted, the cock shivered releasing more of the warm seed. Jackie gave a small thrust "mmff, hah, hah" echoed into Sherry's eardrum while more girl-cum filled her. "Fu-u-ck" Jackie gave a final grunt and released the remainder of her load into the tender depths. 




Fridays at the Guardian Angel Ch. 04



Giving herself a moment to catch her breath, Jackie lifted herself off her dominated prize and stepped back, cock slipping out of the ravaged asshole with a rude "sluck" sound. Sherry slipped back off the countertop and fell to her knees on the floor. Her asshole burned in pain as if it was torn open from the onslaught of Jackie's fucking. Warmth emanated from Sherry's gut, she felt sick knowing so much of Jackie's cum was inside her. 

"Much better." Sherry heard Jackie say from the other side of the kitchen. She had taken her suit pants and redressed, looking sharp and not at all like she had just fucked someone. Sherry continued to catch her breath from her place on the floor. 

Jackie strode over and squatted down next to the sweaty beauty on the kitchen floor. She took Sherry's chin in her hand and examined her face. "Still haven't cried?" She calmly asked. 

Sherry jerked her face free, but maintained her position on the floor. "You disappointed?" She asked. 

"No, just surprised." Jackie sat on the floor across from Sherry, learning against the wall. "Tomorrow's your last day." 

"Yeah." Sherry said quietly. "One more day..." her voice trailed off. 

"You know, very few have actually managed to put up with me as long as you have." 

"Are you saying I should be proud?" Sherry's eyes were on the floor, she couldn't bear to look up just yet. Her asshole still burned numbly and she couldn't shift her focus away from the load of cum inside her, making her feel disgusting. A silence hung in the room over the two women. 

"I could find her; the futanari that got Ada pregnant." 

Sherry mentally winced at hearing Ada's name being said by Jackie. Ada didn't deserve to have her name uttered by such a person as her. 

Jackie continued. "I could very easily find out who it was. With my connections I could have her in a week." 

Sherry sat still on the floor. 

"I could get her charged. With my connections I could get her convicted on any charge you wished. You name the punishment; A fine, prison time, or even castration, I can make it happen." Jackie's words seemed to echo in the quiet room. Sherry looked up to see a shockingly serious look on Jackie's face. She realized Jackie was being sincere. 

Silence fell upon the room once more. Sherry thought back to Ada, lying face down in bed, unaware she had just been violated. She remembered the despair in her chest from her grades in the past semester. She felt cum slowly drip from her pained asshole and remembered the humiliation of the past week. She remembered marrying Ada in a cold courthouse and how neither family knew. She thought of Ada's growing belly and the child that was growing inside her. 

"No." Sherry quietly said. 

"No?" Jackie said in surprise. 

"Getting revenge wouldn't change anything." 

"She ruined your life." 

"No" Sherry said sternly, "I did. It was my fault Ada was too drunk to even know who it was, and it was my fault I left alone like that. And this," Sherry gestured towards her lewd outfit and the small pool of cum on the floor, "it the fucked up way of how I'm fixing it." 

Both women sat in silence; Jackie was staring at the floor lost in thought. Sherry shivered from her sweat covered body, her threads of clothing doing a poor job of keeping her warm. 

Jackie nodded and said "Alright." Standing up and striding towards the door of the empty apartment she stopped and said "The usual time tomorrow, come here and say my name to the front desk." Before throwing the door open and disappearing. 

***** 

I returned to the lounge with Cass to find the table empty, both Mari and Kris nowhere to be found. 

"Huh, I wonder who won..." I thought aloud. Cass responded to me with a shrug. 

I walked with Cass back to the main lobby. A sharply dressed attendant held the door open for us as we entered the cool evening air. Cass waved to a nearby valet who immediately scurried over and took my ticket. 

"So, about these stories of yours..." Cass casually muttered. 

"I'll be changing the names, and I won't even mention Ark." 

"Oh, no I was just going to make sure you're coming back next week." Cass said wide-eyed. Nobody from the evening apparently cared I was about to publish stories of their sex lives to the masses. 

I smiled. "I think I would like that." 

Cass smiled back and nodded, "Good! You might want to work on your poker skills though." 

I furrowed my brow. "Really? But I wasn't the first one out! I even knocked out Jackie." 

"She never wins when she brings one of her pets" Cass rolled her eyes, "She usually throws so she can sneak off with them." I suddenly remembered we had left Cass alone with Sherry in the apartment. I tried not to think about what might be going on behind the closed door. 

I was jerked to attention by the valet arriving with my car. Cass whistled "wow, first car huh?" I gave a tip to the valet who tossed me my keys and shrugged. Some may describe my car as a 'shitbox', but I liked to think of it as thrifty. I waved goodbye and began the drive home. 

As I left the world of the nursery I mentally briefed myself on all I had learned. Kris's first time with Sam would make an excellent educational piece for her inexperienced readers. A write-up of Kyouko's romp with Mari would probably entice her more curious audience members. I gave a small shiver as I remembered Jackie's ravaging of her principal from high school, the more kinky readers would probably get a kick out of it. 

I arrived home and began typing up a draft and continued until the sun rose. 

***** 

Sherry approached the front desk of The Guardian Angel in her casual jeans and t-shirt. Jackie always gave her slutty outfits to change into so dressing in anything other than comfort clothing was a waste of time. Bags drooped under her eyes, Sherry had spent most of the evening in her dorm bathroom attempting to remove Jackie's seed from her bowls, but no matter how long she tried she still felt the disgusting slime inside her. 

The receptionist gave her a large sealed envelope with her name on it. Giving a sigh Sherry plopped down on a nearby couch and tore open the envelope. Inside were several other envelopes, a room key, and a letter. Expecting some kind of fucked-up instructions she flipped open the letter. 

Sherry, 

No doubt by this point you believe me to be a monster, a belief that is not incorrect. Your resolve is to be commended for putting up with me and my abuses for so long, I wasn't just pulling a line on you when I said many don't make it as far as you. I know it sounds bizarre, but thank you for the past week. 

I hope someday you learn to forgive yourself for what happened to Ada. As much as you blame yourself for what happened that night, I know you would never have knowingly wished that to happen to her. 

For the abuses you've endured by me, no simple apology could ever make up for. Regardless I'll do my best. 

The room key in this package is your promised referral to Ark nursery, you have been granted access to a room in the Guardian Angel along with all the perks that comes with it. I assigned you to a room on a different floor from the one last evening, but with the same level of luxury, I hope it is to your liking. 

The envelopes are letters of recommendation written by Mari. She holds enough influence and prestige that they should be enough to grant you a significant scholarship and entrance to any medical school in the Midwest regardless of your grades. I know we have a competent school within city limits, but if you should decide to attend a distant school Angel will be able to grant you similar housing in an appropriate Nursery nearby. 

I realize this doesn't make up for all that I've done to you, but I hope it's at least a start. 

~Jackie 

Sherry sobbed.



Fridays at the Guardian Angel Ch. 05



If unstated, all characters are at least the age of 18 or older. 

Primary themes: Futanari on female, impregnation 

Thank you so much for the continued feedback, I really appreciate all feedback especially the constructive criticism! 

*****

A buzzing from my nightstand tugged my heavy eyes awake, the world a foggy blur. Giving a small groan I dug myself out of the fluffy sheets of my bed and struggled for my phone, the source of the annoyance. My apartment bedroom was empty, Tess's job had her in early and I almost always slept through her leaving. Giving my eyes a ginger rub I unlocked the device and was greeted by five missed calls and nearly twenty text messages which wrote "Wake the fuck up", all from my Cliques editor, Jess. 

I gave a sigh; I really missed having Tess as my editor. There was something special about our late night proofreading sessions while we were in college, typically done in nothing but gym shorts and playful teases between paragraphs. My mind wandered slightly towards memories of how most of Tess and I's editing sessions ended before shaking the heated memories from my mind and focusing on the task at hand again, my foul mouthed editor. 

Jess was a good editor, she just never held back for anyone, when I spoke with her she told me she didn't "pussyfoot around" because it wastes time. Despite her poor manners I really did believe she made me write better, so I tolerated her attitude. My phone buzzed again, Jess was calling me for the sixth time of the morning. 

"Heya Jess." I greeted my editor in a groggy voice. 

"What the fuck Red, it's like goddamn eleven." Jess greeted me back. I glanced at Tess's alarm clock on the nightstand and saw a bright red 11:13 AM looking back at me. This was pretty early for me, as a night owl I did my best writing from midnight to about four in the morning. Plus with Cliques being an online magazine and with myself being paid article to article, it's not like I had working hours to conform to. 

"Yeah, whats up?" I asked, not wishing to defend myself. 

"That schoolgirl story we published last night, check it out." She ordered. Giving a groggy mumble I snagged my laptop from the floor and flipped it open, navigating to the story about Kris' first time from Friday. As the page loaded I was greeted by a counter reading 20,000 views and 50 comments. 

The view count woke me up slightly, "Not bad for one night huh?" I muttered into the phone. 

"Not bad? That's the fastest view growth Cliques has ever had in the risqué section. God called me this morning and she wants more. You've got other stories from Friday right?", God was Jess' nickname for Bev, the owner of Cliques. She had a very hands-on approach to her magazine; Jess said her nickname was prevalent among all the editors. 

"Well yeah, I've got two more from Friday. When do you need the drafts by?" I grew more awake.

"Like fucking yesterday. Bev wants one more up by tonight at least to see if this one was just a fluke."

"Tonight?" I began to complain. 

"Are you fucking dense? You just broke records in our smut section and you're bitching to me?" My phone barked rudely. 

"Oh right. I'll get a draft to you soon." My tune suddenly changed. 

By Friday night both Jackie and Mari's stories were published and major hits in the risqué section of Cliques. All three made a small splash in social media, the spread was significant though considering the intensely erotic nature of the stories. Jess had let me know Bev was thinking about giving my series a section on the main page of Cliques if the attention keeps up. I left my apartment and headed to the Ark Nursery with Jess' words of encouragement: "Don't fuck it up" stuck in my head. 

Passing under the large archway that bore the massive Ark Nursery letters I took in the campus with a new sense of wonder. First off I realized how absolutely massive the nursery actually was, earlier I believed it to be like a college campus but it was more like a self-contained town. Various restaurants and shops lined the streets flanked by parks and green space, with apartment complexes and neighborhoods throughout the campus. 

But I couldn't shake the focus that all this was created on the basis of futanari and reproduction. Young women with children strolled on the streets, many with their bellies showing obvious signs of another on the way. Many of the clothing shops featured maternity wear, and appeared to be the most popular among the residents. I thought back to last week regarding the referral system, the arousal techniques, the arrangements. The entire community just oozed the sensations of motherhood.

Sputtering up to the entranceway of The Guardian Angel a young valet scurried over and opened my door for me, giving a loud creak. My car was a total rusted shitbox, but the valet was kind enough to maintain a professional smile while she disappeared with my ride in a cloud of smoke. Striding into the massive entrance hall I took a place in line at the reception desk, I knew I where I was headed but I the extravagance of the building still made me feel like an outsider. 

Returning for a second time to The Guardian Angel made me realize just how far out of the building's league I actually was. Staff wore sharp suits that wouldn't look out of place at a wedding while they strode through the massive entrance hall, smiles on their faces. Each wore her hair in a tight bun or ponytail while they greeted residents and children by name. Their suits bore small nameplates with their names engrained upon them, as if they were and always had been a part of the building. 

"Miss Red?" The receptionist asked, jerking my attention away from the elevator lobby. "Do you need assistance in finding the lounge?" I remembered her from last week. 

"Oh, no, I just wasn't sure if I had to check in or something." I said shyly

"That's quite alright Miss Red, there is no need for a check in. Feel free to head back when you're ready." She said in polite tone. I nodded in thanks and scurried off to the lounge. 

Jackie was the first to see me in the large room, she threw her hands up and shouted "Heeeey! There she is! Told you she'd come!" I made my way over to the table and took a seat, giving a nod of greeting to the members of the table. 

"Did you think I wouldn't come back?" I asked Jackie.

"Kris didn't think you would come back." Jackie said with a smile. Rather than her usual attire of a sharp suit she instead donned a comfortable pair of jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt. 

"You had a rough go of it last week, and you're not the first normal to join our card game here. Most don't come back." Kris attempted to defend herself while avoiding eye contact with me. She also donned a comfortable pair of jeans and t-shirt. 

"That's quite alright." I said with a smile. 

Cass finished giving an order to a passing waitress before returning to the conversation, "Yeah, but they're usually just trying to find a futa. After one night they usually get what they wanted and have no reason to come back." The table gave a chuckle to Cass' comment. Cass wore a tight pair of white shorts with a neon purple tank top. She appeared to be comfortable with her large breasts and long legs exposed. 

"Of course she came back, her retelling of last week has gotten pretty popular you know." Mari calmly said from behind a wine glass. She wore a professional black skirt and a red blouse. Turning to me she gave a small nod, "Thanks for the name changes in the articles by the way, not that we really have anything to fear," She waved her hand to the table, "but some of us don't appreciate the attention.

"Yeah, thanks." Kris said with wide eyes. I figured the only one at the table that had difficulty with attention was her. 

I tried to change the subject, to ease into the group dynamic. "No suit Jackie?" I asked. 

She shot a smile back to me and shook her head, "Naw, I only dress up when I have a date, flying solo today so it's a relaxed night. But if you like me in a suit I could go toss one on. Then maybe we could have our own date later tonight." Jackie said in an teasingly seductive tone. 

I shook my head, "uh, no thanks." Forcing a chuckle from the table, including Jackie. 

"Alright newbie, you ready to play?" Cass asked, tossing me the deck of cards. My second Friday night at The Guardian Angel began. 

******

The casual card game continued for a while. I sipped casually on a soft drink, electing for a non-alcohol option to keep my memory sharp. Jackie teased me about being a 'child' but I just laughed it off. Jess' words of "don't fuck it up" were still stuck in my head and I didn't want to risk anything by getting drunk. I had a small flip pad of paper in front of my place on the table, having received permission from the group to take notes. 

"So where did you end up putting her then?" Cass had asked Mari, casual banter at the table. 

Mari folded her hand and answered, "I put her out in Pinebrook, said her wife's a nature lover so I thought they'd appreciate the greenspace." I realized they were talking about a referral Mari had given. I suddenly felt shocked at how casual the conversation was. Families live in nursery for five years after conception, and Mari had chosen a family's home on the basis of what sounded like pillow talk. 

"Do you ever get blowback because someone doesn't like the referral you picked for them?" I asked the table. The table shrugged, with the exception of Jackie who wore a massive grin.

"Not usually" Kris said softly, "I mean if they don't like it they're not forced to live there. Basically free housing. Every once in a while you get someone that throws a fit, but it's not often we ever even see our partners again after we sire a child."

"Fuck, those stuck up bitches are my favorite." Jackie said crudely. "Take one of those rich girls out and make her a woman, then give her some working-class housing referral. The social worker in that neighborhood tells me all about how fucking mad they get when they first move in, it's glorious." 

"That happens often to you, Jackie?" I asked, attempting to proposition another story. 

"Red" Jackie began, using my real name for the first time ever, "I know we've only known one another for a short time, but if you don't realize how fucked up my kinks are by now you're hopeless as a writer." 

I smiled and laughed a bit on the inside. Sure Jackie was a pretty scary character, her stories and dealings with Sherry from last week made her seem dangerous, but at the same time I didn't feel scared around her. 

"Just the other week I –" Jackie began

"Ahem" Mari cleared her throat loudly. 

"Oh right," Jackie stopped suddenly, "Almost got carried away." 

I was nervous at her balking.I wondered if I did something wrong with publishing the stories from last week? I had changed all the names and places, even asked permission. Kris piped up before the panic in my chest could rise, "It's Cass' turn." She said staring at Cass. 

Cass blushed and took a casual drink of her beer. "Oh ho ho" she chuckled, "My turn eh? I don't really have any good ones though-"

"Emma" Mari said with her nose in a wine glass. Cass blushed red while Jackie and Kris chuckled at the table. 

"Fuck that, I knew I never should have told you idiots about that..." Cass rubbed her hand on her forehead. 

"We made Kris talk about creaming in the girl next door, it's only fair." Jackie said playfully.

"Yeah!" Kris agreed, happy she wasn't the embarrassed one for once. 

"Fine, fuck..." Cass muttered before finishing off the bottle in front of her. Wiping the beer from her lips she looked towards me. "So I was at The Divide"

*****

A loud beat bounced through The Divide as Cass lay back on the couch. She made small talk with her close friends who lounged nearby as she glanced through the club filled with fog, flashing lights and gorgeous women. Beautiful girls of all colors and styles danced in sweaty ecstasy on the dance floor, flirting at tables with drinks in hand, or sharing an embrace with a new partner on one of the many couches and booths in the sensual room. 

Tiny skirts and tight dresses danced through the room, demanding attention. Breasts flowed from low cut shirts, each pair pushing the limit on close a neckline could come to revealing everything. Everyone came to The Divide to hook up, to find love, to find lust, and to be someone's desire. Cass always thought of it as a room full of princesses each demanding to be someone's queen. But in reality, the realm of The Divide was Cass' domain as she was its matriarch. 

Her eyes took in the subjects of her domain, the tight bodies and even tighter clothing a blur. But while Cass enjoyed a nice pair of breasts or curvy ass as much as the next woman, she was more focused on all the small yellow armbands that clung tightly to many of the young girls in the club. The small yellow fabric shined in the dark room, clear signals they were ready to be taken by a futanari. 

The plethora of armbands in The Divide was no accident; Cass had been visiting the club for years with several of her futanari friends and had earned the establishment quite the reputation. Women from all over the city hoping to bear children did their best to entice the mystery futanari that roamed the club, while others looking just to hook up knew the dance floor was filled with vixens in heat. 

Cass always had a proud feeling when she lounged in her club, yes it was hers. Years ago it was just a generic club and bar in the city, with a few rumors here and there and it evolved into the place to be when the sun set if you were looking for romance. A waitress scurried over and replaced the drink Cass had left on a nearby table with a fresh glass. The owners and staff spoiled their queen, as they all knew the success was due entirely to her and her friends. 

This was actually a fairly common practice among futanari and was fairly easy to do. Many futanari referred to it as "making a nest". All one had to do was hook up with a few women in the same place for a while and rumors did the rest. Futanari just had to find a venue, whether it be a park, library, coffee shop, club or whatever and set up shop. A few swelling bellies later and their favorite hangout was suddenly filled with young pretties sporting yellow arm bands. 

Cass was exceptionally experienced in this regard as well. The Divide was not Cass' first nest, over the course of many years she had established nests in each city she lived. There was the one park in Little Rock, that café just outside Indianapolis and that used book shop in Ohio. 

Cass was particularly proud of the book shop. The owners were bewildered why their shop full of musty old books had gone from being pretty much an abandoned fixture of the town to being packed with young trendy twenty-somethings. And the changes seemed to begin when a polite brunette became a regular to the reading space in the back...

Sitting on her throne Cass gracefully flowed through her routine. Sipping fruity cocktails she chatted and joked with the friends that joined her on the lounge couches. Tonight there were three including Cass among the nobility that was futanari. Most at the club knew exactly who the three were and regarded the group almost with a respectful fear. 

Cass and her group had gathered such a reputation that the days of seeking partners was a thing of the past. Throughout the night young pretty things approached the group, either alone or escorted by past partners of the futanari in the group. One of the nobility would either politely decline or invite the young beauty to join them before slipping off into a more private area. Cass usually chose the ones that approached the group alone, reminded her of a virgin walking into the lion's den. 

But tonight Cass had her focus on something other than the jokes and drinks of her circle. Toying with the silky fabric of her long purple dress her eyes were drawn to the dance floor, where a brunette shook her hips and spun to the music. As she turned the skirt of her short white dress flared in a blossom. Cass caught glimpses of her face as she spun, bright eyes and a warm smile embracing a joyful laugh. She appeared to be so free, such a young thing so full of life and joy; the brightness of her being allured Cass demanding her focus. 

She had a face that could be described as real beauty. Sharp, Bright green eyes rested above a long thin nose that struck down her face towards a pair of lips. When the beauty laughed her small lips opened wide seemingly revealing all 32 pearly whites. Her chin closed in to a sharp angle to almost match the corners of her eyes. She was the kind of girl that if you saw in a magazine, she would look out of place for her differences, but her beauty was that uniqueness. It drove your gaze like a painting, with each viewing drawing more attention and longing towards the subject on the canvas. 

The beauty raised her arms in dance allowing Cass to catch a glimpse of the tight yellow band that hugged her upper arm. The small yellow piece of fabric was all the consent she needed; putting her drink on the table she rose and strode onto the dance floor, making a bee line for her new target. 

Cass was no newbie when it came to seducing women, she knew she had the looks to make others lower their guard and she had the power of her futanari touch to help her. With the experience of hundreds of encounters before her, she slipped through the dancing crowd with finesse until she was next to her desire. Up close the beauty was even more enticing, her eyes full of the light of youth and supple breasts that held tight to the neckline of her white dress. Her light skin seemed to shine in the dark club, the swaying of her body in dance like a candle flame. 

Cass rocked to the music, catching the young beauty's attention. Cass' confidence was unwavering; every detail worked in her favor. The erotic atmosphere of the club, her attractive appearance, and the crowded close quarters of the dance floor made it all too easy. Some close dancing here, a flash of the eyes there, and some brushes of skin turned the bright eyes of the young beauty into a pair of eyes that were full of arousal and soft lips that breathed heavy with lust. 

Cass closed the nearly non-existent distance between their bodies and embraced her prize in a kiss, which was returned with enthusiasm. Their bodies rocked to the music as their lips joined in their own erotic dance. Their hands explored the bodies of the two women, gripping curves, soft butts and heaving breasts. At one point the beauty ventured a hand to Cass' crotch, immediately feeling the stiffness of her arousal. Her eyes shot open as she broke the kiss, jerking her head back slightly when she realized what it meant. Cass locked eyes as a small ping of fear struck her chest, unsure if her prize would flee. A split second later lips were pressed against her again, a tongue frantically seeking the embrace of another. 

Louder than the roar of the music in the club, Cass could feel hear heart pounding in her chest while the two women's bodies grinded along each other. This adrenaline laced sensation was new for Cass, a feeling different from the previous hundred other encounters within her hunting grounds. There was something special about the woman currently in her mouth that pushed her pass just finding a mate for the night. Her essence seemed so full of life, so real and so fresh that made Cass feel so frantic and unlike her normal pristine self. 

Still tangled in one another, the pair staggered off the dance floor, lips locked together for the entire short journey. The pair stopped for a moment against a nearby wall still in embrace, sweet lips being tasted and hands exploring under the thin fabric of clothing. Cass felt her new partner squeeze her breasts with one hand while the other cupped her butt beneath her skirt. Cass wrapped a hand around her waist and slid the other under the young girl's skirt; she could feel the wetness of her aroused cunt through the tiny fabric of her lacy panties. 




Fridays at the Guardian Angel Ch. 05



Sliding down the wall the pair stumbled through the door of the bathroom. A few clubbers occupied the large restroom but neither cared about the audience, they were animals in heat desperate to find a safe and private place, less they give into their desires fully and just fuck on the floor. All the bystanders in the bathroom gaped at the pair that practically fell into the large handicapped stall at the far end of the restroom, door slamming shut behind them but not quite latching all the way. 

From her peripheral vision Cass could see the stall door slightly ajar, but she was far too focused on the nymph in front of her, bending over, bracing the bathroom wall with one hand and hiking her dress up with the other to reveal a lacy black pair of panties. Looking over her shoulder to Cass she pulled aside the thin fabric of her panties, exposing a visibly slick slit. "Please..." She begged with wanting eyes and shaky voice. 

Needing no more encouragement Cass reached below her own skirt and jerked her panties down, her large erection bouncing free from the fabric restraints. Cock in hand she stepped forward and pressed the head of her shaft against her new lover's opening. Cockhead disappearing inside the moist pussy, Cass felt the warmth of a tight pussy grip each inch of her shaft as it easily slid to the base. 

"Ah!" her lover gasped as she was pierced by the girl's stiff cock. From where they were connected, Cass could feel the girl shivering in pleasure. Rather than wait for the maiden to grow accustomed to the sensation, Cass began to rock her hips. Taking hold of the braced princess' hips she pumped a few slow thrusts before accelerating to a pleasurable speed. The tight cunt sent shivers of ecstasy through Cass with each forceful thrust of her bare cock and the sound of hips striking the bent girl's ass echoed off the walls of the bathroom stall. 

Between the sounds of flesh colliding with wet smacks Cass could hear the gasps and shocked whispers of her unexpected audience outside the bathroom stall. Cass didn't care, she was far too focused on fucking the soaked cunt her cock was currently slamming into and by the sound of her partner's moans she practically screamed it didn't appear she was alone in that regard. 

Cass gave unladylike grunts as she increased the force of her thrusts into the moaning girl. The effort slid her lover up fully against the wall with her chest flush to cold surface of the wall, trapping the girl between the wall and Cass' cock. Cass fucked the pinned princess in desperation, addicted to the pleasure her cunt provided. The pleasure too great, Cass felt tightness in her chest as her orgasm rose. 

"I'm gonna-" Cass began to say into her mate's ear.

"Inside me!" She interrupted in a high pitched crying moan. 

Giving a few final pounding thrusts Cass buried her futa-cock to the base and emptied her potent seed into the young fertile womb in a grunt. She hissed as she felt her cock twitch and release a stream of cum. "Ahh!" her lover screamed, the cum-induced orgasm ripping through her body as she was filled with the fertile seed. Cass grunted and continued to release into the soon to be mother. Her lover's cunt shivered in the pleasure of orgasm, her slick walls massaging the sensitive cock in a desperate attempt for more cum. Pussy getting its wish, Cass gave a final gasp and emptied such a volume of cum into the tiny cunt she felt the warm excess escape around the opening and slip down her drained balls. 

The women stayed connected, each shivering from their climax and recovering from the exertion of the rut. Droplets of sweat dripped down Cass' forehead and down her nose; from where her hips and waist connected to her lover she felt the slickness of her skin also moist with sweat. Slowly pulling away from the cum-filled maiden Cass slipped her sensitive still-stiff length out of the girl. A rope of connected the two as they disconnected, eventually falling loose to the floor of the bathroom. Free from the cock inside her, her lovers panties flipped back over the roughly fucked hole trapping the fertile seed while the filled girl dropped to her knees on the floor weakly. 

Connection between the two animals severed, Cass began to return to her normal state of mind. She could hear the whispers of the other women of the restroom whom had just unknowingly witness their conception. Feeling suddenly exposed, Cass adjusted her ruffled clothing, and gathered herself and pulled her panties back up and over her cock that was completely drained from the impromptu mating session. 

"Emma" She heard a voice say.

"What?" Cass uttered in surprise as she looked up from herself. Her partner had returned to her feet and was leaning against the wall for support. Cass was impressed, futanari-cum induced orgasm's usually left lovers in a weakened state of drunkenness for at least several minutes. The girl shouldn't have been able to form cohesive thoughts, let alone stand. 

"My name" she said between heavy breaths. "Do I get to know yours or is the sire of my child a mystery?" 

"Oh, right." Cass had returned to her senses, realizing what the romp meant for the Emma. "I'm Cass. And uh," Cass hesitated, still embarrassed, "Sorry about uh, this. I'm not sure what came over me." 

Emma looked up and brushed her now messy hair out her face "Relax, I enjoyed it." She said with a wrinkled nose and a smile, allowing Cass to relax a little. Emma stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Cass' neck in a hug and planting a light kiss on her lips. "I realize this is kind of out of order," she whispered, "but how about you buy me a drink."

*****

Five minutes later the pair was perched together on barstools enjoying fruity mixed drinks courtesy of Cass of course. Having casually strode out of their makeshift love nest that was a bathroom stall while avoiding eye contact with all the impromptu audience members to their lust, none could have guessed Cass had only finished fucking Emma only minutes prior. 

The girls giggled and chatted between sips, which was fairly abnormal for Cass. Casual hookups were usually satisfied after sex, after a session of coitus it was abnormal for them to stick around terribly long. Cass didn't mind the quick goodbyes as the feeling was mutual; she herself was only after a cute girl and a pussy to release into. Tonight however, Cass couldn't help but feel drawn to Emma. She felt drawn to her laugh, the way she spoke and enjoyed gazing into the sharp features of her face. On a normal night she would have rejoined her coven of futanari, But then again on a normal night the prim and proper queen of The Divide didn't fuck someone who's name she didn't even know in a bathroom stall. 

The night seemed to speed past as the women enjoyed the night together, discussing anything from music, pop culture and current events. Emma was a new arrival to the city, having moved from Ohio to enroll in the local university. The move from all she had ever known to a new town and a new life as a student had made her feel so alone and empty. She donned the yellow armband realizing she'd like to start her own family as an attempt to fill the void. 

While many women waited until they had a partner or wife to don the armband and become pregnant, the nursery system made it simple for single women to start families, with housing and child care covered by the nursery new mothers could easily return to work or full time school if they so choose. 

"I can't believe it actually happened, I'm going to have a child." Emma marveled at her belly, resting a hand on the place her child would soon be forming. 

Cass smiled, "You decided on a name?"

"Oh yes a while ago, she will be Sandy." 

"Sandy?" Cass ruffled her nose. "You sure?" She asked in obvious disagreement with the choice. 

Giving a sarcastic glare Emma jabbed, "Yup! And you've done your part already, so unfortunately for you, the time to barter on a name was before you fucked me into the wall!" Cass couldn't help but enjoy the girl's spirit. 

"Alright alright." She chuckled, "Sandy it is."

Emma giggled while she took another drink of her fruity cocktail, "I mean come on, I only put this thing on last week." She gripped the yellow band still hugging her upper arm. "All my friends told me to be patient; it was supposed to take months not days!" 

Cass blushed while she smiled. Emma was gorgeous, her long brown hair shined when struck by light and her smile drew attention to her like a spotlight. "I'm actually more surprised it took that long, do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?" 

Emma's face reddened and smiled, she gave Cass' knee a rub, "Oh hush, you don't need to butter me up. I already know you can just sweep me off my feet whenever you like." She poked a finger to Cass' chest, "Which by the by, was shocking to say the least. I read about that futa touch thing by holy crap." 

Cass rolled her eyes slightly at Emma's attempt to dodge the compliment, "Yeah, sorry about that. Not sure what came over me." 

"Well I know what came over me, or actually came in me." Emma said with a laugh and a sultry grin. The memories of their rut bought an embarrassed laugh to Cass. 

"Well what did you expect coming to The Divide..." Cass mumbled. 

"I thought it was a nice place to relax and burn off some stress. Had no idea I was about to get fucked like an undergrad!" Both girls laughed. 

Recomposing herself, Cass gestured to the room, "Look around you, how many people do you see not wearing an armband?" 

Surveying the crowd Emma began to mumble, "Let's see...One....two...three-" 

"She's a futanari, doesn't count." Interrupted Cass. 

"Whoa! In tight shorts like that? Where's she put her... well you know...her thing?"

"Let's just say she's a grower not a shower" 

The two erupted in laughter at the bar. 

"Oh right!" Cass composed herself, "Before I forget, this is for you." Digging around in her purse, Cass retrieved a black referral card and handed it to Emma. 

"Hmm? What's this?" Emma eyed the card quizzically. 

"You're referral card for Ark Nursery, it's for a nice neighborhood." 

"Oh, duh." Emma gave a goofy grin, "forgot about that bit. I wasn't really prepared for all this." Emma gestured a hand towards her stomach, extending an arm towards Cass' crotch. "I just moved into my new place too..."

"Well you don't have to take it if you don't want to. But it's a really nice place." 

"Can I see it?"

******

Thirty minutes later the pair struggled out of the club and fell into a taxi, drinks still in hand. Significantly intoxicated, Cass slurred a command for their chariot to take them away. The cabbie ignored her drunken passengers, as it was the status quo for drunken idiots to leave The Divide, and even more normal for said idiots to be returning to Ark Nursery. Safety in transit, Cass and Emma laughed and caroused in the back seat to jokes that made the driver blush. 

Passing under the large archway that bore the name of Ark Nursery Cass realized she had forgotten where the neighborhood she had placed Emma actually was. Several laps around the same little section of the nursery campus left Emma in uncontrollable giggles and the cabbie out of patience, eventually just kicking the hapless women out of the cab. Cass handed cash through the driver's window, which the cabbie snatched before speeding away in obvious irritation. 

The two of them continued on their quest to find Emma's new home. Laughing and giggling the girls held onto one another for support, which seemed to be doing more harm than good. Every block one would stumble, nearly taking the other down with them. It was late, nearly midnight so the sidewalks were abandoned except for the two questing lasses who didn't seem to notice they had been walking in circles around the same apartment building for twenty minutes.

The pair began to slightly sober up as a security officer approached the pair, kindly offering assistance. Explaining to the officer that she was looking for the Ridgewood building, the blonde officer smiled and escorted the pair to their destination, which happened to be the building they had been making rounds on. 

Emma leaned against the railing of the elevator for support, "She was a cutie, I love me a gal in uniform." She gave a grin that seemed to take over her face, "Think I got a shot?"

"You better hurry, you're gonna get big" Cass jabbed. Emma gasped and gave a playful punch. 

The doors opened with a ring to reveal a long hallway hosting clean blue carpets and a host of apartments. The pair strode down the hall, stopping in front of what Cass was fairly certain was Emma's new home. Giving a nod, Emma slid her referral in the electronic lock and opened the door. 

It was a nice place; it had a nice kitchen space with a large living room. A balcony overlooked a massive green space outside the building which hosted a playground. Several large bedrooms flanked a short hallway and a bathroom was home to a large tub and walk in shower. The home was nothing compared to what The Guardian Angel had to offer, but it was a home. 

While Cass was unimpressed, Emma's eyes were wide in shock. "This is like, twice the size of my apartment. Do I keep the furniture?" She glanced to the trendy couches and massive TV which resided in the living room space. 

"Oh yeah, in the morning just let the manager downstairs know what you want to keep, she'll take out anything you don't want." Cass grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured some water. She had been feeling herself sober up and she was of sound mind enough to try to prevent a hang-over. Downing the glass she looked towards a serious Emma, playing with the hem of her skirt.

"What's the rent?" Emma asked, seemingly certain it was out of her price range. 

"No rent, at least for the first five years." Cass wasn't paying much attention to anything other than her drink. 

Giving a yelp that startled Cass, Emma bounced towards Cass and gripped the futanari in a tight hug and planted a kiss on moistened lips. Shaken by the sudden feeling of Emma's mouth on hers coupled with breasts pressed tightly against her body brought memories to Cass from only hours before. Emma suddenly tensed, and sensing Cass' arousal from where their bare skin touched plunged her tongue in-between Cass' lips in a passionate kiss. 

Cass could feel her arousal press against the fabric of her panties beneath her dress. As she grew firm, Emma's embrace grew in intensity, clearly influenced by the erotic effects of the futanari touch. Pulling back from the kiss Emma gave a smile "I'm kind of picky about my bed ya know, mind if I test it?" She softly said with heavy breathing. 

"I'm picky myself; maybe we should test it together?" Cass replied with a smile that was met by Emma's own bright grin. 

The two scampered down the hall, giggling and tearing off clothing like a couple of giddy teenagers. While this horny-teenager like behavior was normal for Emma, whom actually was a horny teenager, for the first time in a long while Cass actually felt like she was young again. Something about Emma made her feel like when she first entered the mating scene years ago, when it was a new and innocent kind of sexy. It reminded her of a time when sex was on her mind constantly as a hot blooded youth, rather than the present day where copulation was more often than not an itch that needed scratching. 

The pair fell into bed tangled with one another, giving smiles and giggles between kisses. Emma's newly revealed body only spurned on Cass' feelings of newfound youth, as the slender girl had just blossomed into a woman with her flowing curves and small, soft breasts. 

Emma on her back, Cass rolled atop her with her hips forcing the young pair of legs open. With one hand on her partner's hips and the other on her cock, Emma pulled her lover's shaft towards her slick opening. Cass' cock entered the warm cunt for the second time of the night with little resistance; a feeling of warm pleasure enveloped her cock as it pressed into Emma to its base. 

"Ah yessss" Emma gasped as she was penetrated. Locking eyes with the woman atop and inside her, she pulled Cass in close to her lips. As Emma took Cass into her mouth, the hips between her legs began to rock, slowly pistoning the thick member in and out of her cunt. With each inch the futanari cock slipped along her sensitive insides, a light moan would escape from the young lovers. With each "ah" that slipped from Emma's mouth, the passion inside Cass grew, along with the stiffness of her cock. Cass could feel the heaving of Emma's breasts against her own as the girl's breathing grew thick. 

Tossing her legs upwards, Emma locked her feet around Cass' waist and arched her hips up, a clear effort to take in as much of the pleasure-inducing shaft as possible. Taking the hint, Cass increased pace of her thrusts into the moaning angel. Wet slaps echoed with each pump of hips, the moistness of Emma's arousal evident with each thrust. 

Breaking the kiss Cass moved towards Emma's neck, planting kisses and loving bites as she worked her way down. Mouth now free, Emma shouted loud "Ah, Ah Ah," moans with each smack of flesh connecting together. The warmth and tightness of her cunt enveloped Cass, a pleasure rocked through her body so strong she clenched her teeth on Emma's neck. She could feel Emma's hands tightly gripping her back, her nails digging into soft skin each time she was filled. 

Suddenly Cass jumped off her lover, her cock slipping out of the practically gushing pussy and an "oh" uttered by Emma. In a frenzy, Cass gripped Emma's hips and flipped her over onto her stomach, an cutesy "eep!" escaping her lips as she spun around. Prone on her stomach, Emma could feel Cass grip her hips, so they were arched slightly off the bed. Cass pressed her body atop her, and returned her cock inside Emma's cunt. 

Completely trapped under the futanari, Emma was at the mercy of Cass who resumed her aggressive thrusting. "Ah, Ohmigod, Ah, ah, Fuck, Ah!" was all Emma could grunt as her pussy was pounded from behind. The choir of flesh connecting once again filled the room, a SMACK each time Cass' hips connected with Emma's supple ass.

The frantic pace coupled with the tightness of Emma's young pussy forced Cass closer and closer to the edge. With a final thrust Cass pressed her cock to Emma's deepest parts and gave a loud grunting shout of orgasm. Her hips shook as she released her seed into her lover, who shivered underneath the futanari in her own climax. With each gasp Cass filled Emma with more of her cum, Emma's body shaking in pleasure each time more was released inside her. 

In a final gasp Cass released what felt like was the last drop of cum she had into Emma's womb. Cock still sensitive, she slowly pulled her shaft out of her lover. As the head of her cock slipped free from the ravaged pussy a stream of cum and love juices followed and dripped out of the bred hole. Exhausted, Cass flopped down on the bed next to Emma, who herself was face down in bed still in the highs of orgasm. Turned her head to face Cass, Emma gave a tired smile towards Cass, who could only return the grin. 

Cass gave Emma a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room. In a daze herself, Cass walked past the clothing littering the hallway and entered the bathroom, starting a shower for herself. Despite being exhausted, she couldn't stand going to bed with makeup on and her hair coated in sex sweat. Besides, Emma hadn't recovered as nearly as fast form the futanari cum-induced orgasm as their first time at The Divide, Cass thought the booze might have had something to do with it.

The warm cleansing water of the shower centered Cass, her mind sharpened as the sweat and sexual fluids were washed clean from her body. She loved her post-sex showers; it was like she was returning from a hunt, her prey lay defeated in her bed while she cleaned her weapon. As for her weapon, Cass was impressed with her own performance, she hadn't cum that much twice in a night since before she hit her 40's, and that was with a generous amount of liquor in her system. 




Fridays at the Guardian Angel Ch. 05



Shutting off the water and stepping out of the shower she began to dry herself. Donning the towel as a makeshift yoga Cass began to brush her hair with a hairbrush retrieved from a nearby drawer. Peering to her reflection she pondered the future. Perhaps she should have put Emma in The Guardian Angel, to keep her close for if and when she wanted another child. But would Emma still make her feel young after having mothered a child? 

Cass wrinkled her nose at how petty she was treating the future of someone she had just met, scolding herself while she brushed her hair which was now straight and darkened from her shower. Upon seeing the woman in the mirror wrinkle her nose, a sudden feeling of unease grew in her gut. Slowing her brushing to a stop, Cass wrinkled her nose once more, giving a deep look to her reflection. 

Returing through the hall of abandoned clothing, she peered in to the bedroom to find Emma, whom had managed to crawl under the covers of the large queen sized bed and was dozing off. "Hey Emma, you awake still?" Cass asked. 

Emma returned the question with a muffled "mmhmm." 

"You said you came to this town for university right? Did you come straight from high school?" 

"Yeah" Emma's muffled reply came seemingly inside a pillow.

"So you're like eighteen? Nineteen?" Cass asked

"Nineteen, started school a tad late" Another muffled reply. 

"You moved all the way from Ohio huh? Where abouts?"

Emma rolled over to face Cass, slowly waking up. "Well I came from Dayton, but I grew up mostly outside Columbus." 

The uneasy feeling in Cass' chest tightened its knot. "Emma, why do you like the name Sandy?" 

Cass knew the answer before Emma mumbled and rolled over, "It was my sires name, I've always liked it." 

Pieces aligned, it made sense why Emma made Cass feel so young. It wasn't her youth, which should have been clear from the start as Cass routinely bedded girls Emma's age. Rather, it was Emma herself and how much she reminded Cass of herself when she was young. Emma reminded her of a time when she studied for her undergraduate courses in the back of an old book shop. She reminded her of a time when she would romp with a young classmate in a small dorm room bunk bed. She reminded her of a time when she could satisfy countless partners in a day, with a young fervor that felt forever unsated. 

And most of all, Emma reminded her of a time when Cassandra, that is Cass' full name, went by the name of Sandy. 

Emma was Cass' daughter. 

******

"Does that make Emma a motherfucker?" Jackie laughed hysterically, "Or I guess You were the one who made her a motherfucker!" 

Cass could only hold her head in her hands as the table laughed. "I didn't know she was my kid, I mean what are the chances?"

"I think you're missing the most important part here." Mari had a mischievous smile, "I don't think you were so attracted to Emma because she was your daughter, but rather because she reminded you of yourself so much."

"Does that make me a narcissist?" Cass asked while taking a drink from her beer bottle with a demeanor that was trying and failing to not look ashamed. 

"Perhaps" Mari replied, "But it does give new meaning for you to the phrase, go fuck yourself, seeing as how you've actually tried." I couldn't help but join in the laughter at Cass' expense. 

I couldn't help but imagine myself in a similar situation. I had never met my own sire, so I tried to think of my own mother but as a futanari. The thought was less than arousing. 

Looking down to my notes jotted from Cass' story I made mental notes on a future draft as the card game continued in front of me. 

*****

Author's note:

I feel that I will likely get negative feedback regarding the section I put this chapter in, and I would like to explain why I didn't place it in the incest/taboo section.

First, I do not feel the relationship between Emma and Cass fits into the traditional tabbo/incest placeholder. There wasn't really a taboo throughout the encounter between the characters as up until the final moments neither had any idea of their relation. Additonally, the main reason Cass was attracted to Emma was not the taboo of her being her own daughter, but rather that Emma reminded Cass of herself (which was partially due to their relation). 

And second, I didn't want to spoil it.

Thank you for reading; I love feedback both good and bad! I am a new writer to erotic literature so I love any suggestions or comments!