Futa Futa Phi 2: Servicing My Sorority Sisters (Futanari Transformation Erotica)
With her newly-sprouted cock still sensitive to the slightest touch, new sorority sister Amber has a hard time keeping down her newfound craving for pussy. But keep it down she must, because as a new pledge, the sisters aren’t going to let her cum until she’s sated their carnal cravings… By any means necessary. More
With her newly-sprouted cock still sensitive to the slightest touch, new sorority sister Amber has a hard time keeping down her newfound craving for pussy. But keep it down she must, because as a new pledge, the sisters aren’t going to let her cum until she’s sated their carnal cravings… By any means necessary.
Warning: “Futa Futa Phi 2: Servicing My Sorority Sisters” is a 5,600-word story contains graphic descriptions of futanari / dickgirl transformation, group sex, oral sex, anal sex, and vaginal sex (in various combinations and sometimes all at once!), as well as light spanking and BDSM elements and large amounts of cum quaffing. It is a sequel to “Futa Futa Phi: Futanari Sorority Initiation”.
The Mother’s Milk was what made it all possible. As I had guessed, it was the semen of the sisters collected and mixed with certain ingredients, and responsible for the ultimate secret of the sisterhood. It was only spiked with alcohol on certain special occasions, such as at the welcoming of new sisters or to celebrate the end of the semester.
The Milk also contained a potent natural aphrodisiac, Mother Melissa explained. Combined with the heightened sexual aggression that we would be feeling from our brand-new members, things could get awfully wild . “You are going to be like teenage boys, hormones raging, wanting to fuck anything that moves and able to get an erection at the drop of a hat.” I smiled to myself; I had already experienced that.
“Which is why, until you are fully comfortable with your new organs, you will be wearing these.” Mother Melissa nodded at another sister who emerged from the back of the house carrying a pile of leather straps. She began sorting them out, and it suddenly dawned on me what these were.
“Chastity belts!” I blurted out before I could stop myself, horrified.
Mother Melissa gave me a stern look. I clamped my mouth shut, dreading her sentence of punishment. But there was none, and she continued.
“Yes, chastity belts. Your cocks will be locked until further notice. Your mouth, ass, and pussy will remain available for the other sisters to use, of course,” she said as she stepped forward, took one of the belts and began wrapping it around my waist. “But you’re going to have to wait until you can enjoy your new plaything again.”
The belts were simple but effective devices. They locked our pricks in metal cages, leaving them pressed against our skin and pointing up towards our bellies. There was plenty of room for them to grow stiff and hard and long, but that was all. The metal bars were spaced close enough that you could barely fit a fingertip between them, and there was no way to stroke your cock at all. No way to slide them into a warm wet mouth, an inviting pink pussy, or a tightly puckering asshole. No way to gain release. I swallowed hard, and felt a churning in my stomach. I was not looking forward to this.