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 Author: Honey Moon
Title: Cock-blocking My Ex-Husband
Universe: The Dryden DNA Disaster
Keywords: herm, futa, FFF, penis-growth, nc, impregnation
Summary: After the Dryden Sniffles, and the advent of the Dryden DNA
Disaster, not all of the new futanari got to run out and score as
mono-sexed women swooned and threw themselves at their feet.  Some where
married at the time of their transformation, and had to deal with their
husbands shock and dismay.  Most men couldn't handle suddenly having wives
with cocks bigger than their own!  Mark was such a man!  Thankfully, after
Patty's divorce from Mark, two good friends set a cunning plan in motion.
Mark was getting remarried just a day after the divorce was final.  Why
should he be the one to claim his new bride's precious virginity?



   Cock-blocking My Ex-Husband

   A Tale of the Dryden DNA Disaster

   By Honey Moon







   Is there any woman who doesn't remember the astounding day she woke up
with her very first erection?  My personal memory of what should have been
a thrilling experience is forever marred by the reaction of Mark, my
husband.  I, like most of the newly created futanari, had slept through the
process of my new penis erupting through the final layer of my epidermis. I
had gone to bed feeling quite bloated and ill, and had taken a sleep aide
to try and get some much needed rest.



   Mark, missing our usual Saturday night scheduled weekly lovemaking, had
stayed up late reading.  Or so he claimed.  I suspect he was partaking of
his usual hobby.  Whenever I "Had a Headache", which frankly was most
Saturdays, he would wait until I was sound asleep and pull the covers off
of my naked body.  He never did anything TOO inappropriate, but he sure did
like to rub one off while watching the rise and fall of my breasts.



   I couldn't really blame him for his infantile interest in my rather
over-abundant 55F wonders.  My toned athletic six foot six Amazonian
stature let me pull off the look without looking ridiculous.  My being a
bit broad in my shoulders, ribcage and hips made my overly developed bust
look quite proportional to me.  It gave me a bit of an exaggerated
hourglass figure when combined with my flat firm tummy, but there was no
doubt the men (and quite a few ladies!) appreciated my charms.  Quite often
I'd wake up with a wee little bit of crusted semen caked on one or the
other of my breasts, never both.  Mark never could produce much in the way
of ejaculate.  I guess that's why he thought I'd never notice his little
hobby.



   It was no big deal.  I got my beauty sleep, and he had a bit of fun
fantasizing and squirting on an overgrown blonde Valkyrie!  (I should never
have let him talk me into wearing a horned helmet last Halloween!) Since
our lovemaking always ended up with me having to masturbate after Mark
dozed off anyway, it hardly seemed worth mentioning.  Pleasing my own body
while in the shower sure beat being frustrated by Mark's sixty second,
single shot technique.  It was win-win all around!



   Anyway, I digress.  Mark woke me up that fateful night by screaming like
a little girl being murdered.  After scaring the living hell out of me, he
actually fainted from the shock of witnessing a big thick cock burst from
my body, and rapidly expand to a wrist thick full eighteen inches! 
Thankfully, by wrist thick I meant his.  Frankly, Mark is rather skinny. 
Last Christmas he had bought us his and her Rolex watches.  It embarrassed
the hell out of him when we ended up trading off because mine was too
small, while his was too large.  He was going to have a jeweler resize both
bands, but I said why bother and just took his.  I never told him that I
later went to the jeweler and had mine sized up just a smidgen.  Even the
men's model was a touch too snug.



   I bet I'm the only futanari who didn't masturbate herself senseless
right off the bat, so to speak.  My glorious first erection wilted fast as
my husband's terrified screams woke our three month old daughter Michelle.
Instead of exploring this exciting new aspect of my sexuality, I was kept
busy trying to calm the babies in my life.  Honestly, Michelle was easier.
She had been fussy all night, but now she seemed her normal sweet self.



   Once I picked her up so she could suckle, my darling angel was quite
happy as her little tummy filled with milk.  When she gave me a cute little
contented burp after her feeding, I decided to change her.  Removing her
old diaper revealed it to be spotted with just a tiny bit of blood.  I was
alarmed at first.  When I saw that my beautiful baby girl had only grown a
penis just as her mother had, for some reason I calmed right down.  I guess
the change had entailed some subtle alteration of my mind to let me accept
such a thing.  Of course hers was nothing like mine in size!  I would later
learn that she too would grow to be quite impressive, due to the genetic
re-write we had both received.



   Soon Mark started screaming all over again.  The ass had followed me
into the nursery just in time to get a peek at Michelle's cute little
addition before I finished diapering her.  I couldn't help it.  "Control
yourself!" I hissed as I, for the first time in our married, life struck my
husband.  While I'm not bulked out with hulking muscles, I am rather
strong. I hadn't meant to, but accidentally sent the hysterically screaming
man reeling and staggering across the room with my backhand across his
whimpering mouth.



   Mark sat on the floor in the corner of the nursery, whimpering softly as
I held Michelle in my arms and gently rocked her to sleep.  He wouldn't
even come near me until Michelle was tucked away back in her crib, and I
threw on some clothes to hide my new addition.  I knew it had to be a
massive shock to him, but Hell, I was a bit upset and confused myself!  He
didn't have to act like Michelle and I had turned into a couple of monsters
though!



   Having a cock was startling, but somehow I seemed to accept it quite
readily.  I couldn't see how it could be any danger to me or my precious
daughter.  Millions of men enjoyed having them, so why wouldn't I?  After I
flatly refused to listen to any nonsense about him taking us to the
hospital, Mark took himself to the guest room and went back to bed a shaken
man.  I guess I don't blame him.  I felt ashamed by the little trickle of
blood from where I had split his now swollen and puffy upper lip.  He
looked like a bar room brawler as he closed the door.  When I heard the
lock click, it sounded loud as thunder.



   I had no real interest in sex with my hair trigger pop and wilt husband
before my change, but that stunning metamorphosis seemed to have jump
started my libido!  The next morning I tried to patch things up with him
with the offer of a nice Sunday morning lovemaking session!  I was only to
learn that he had lost all interest in me because of my new cock.  He
didn't come out and say it, but it was plain to see that he was downright
terrified of my new sensuality.  Frankly, I was hornier then I had ever
been since he popped my cherry on our wedding night and I learned that he
couldn't last long enough to get me off too.  No matter how I tried
seducing him, he couldn't bring himself to even kiss me.  I think he was
scared I'd attempt to use my penis and sodomize him.  He needn't have
worried.  I couldn't think of anything we had in to safely use as a
lubricant.



   I even went to the extreme and ruined my favorite button fly jeans.  I
carefully cut out part of the crotch so he could have easy access to my
vagina, without seeing my cock.  I picked the lock of his bedroom door, and
slipped in.  That didn't work!  Even though I had timed it just right and
caught him masturbating to some porn he was playing on his laptop, his
slender five inches grew flaccid seconds after I stepped into the room.  He
could see the outline of my arousal as a very large package that extended
up under my clingy sweater to nestle comfortably between my breasts.



   The wimp wouldn't even let me try to suck him into another erection,
when he used to regularly beg me for the one thing I always flat out
refused to do for him!  I made a slight miscalculation, and sort of hinted
that it was only fair to go sixty-nine.  That would let us both try
performing fellatio for the first time together.  The look of horrified
disgust on his face cooled me right off.  What was his problem?  He had
bugged me for almost four years to take his cock in my mouth!  What would
be so wrong with him now being able to return the favor?



   Two days after my cock sprouted, Mark didn't come home from his law
office.  Instead, a Process Server showed up and floored me with the
Petition of Uncontested Divorce Mark drew up, acting as his own attorney!
What could I do?  He was offering me very generous alimony and child
support terms, a huge lump sum payment, plus the Condominium and car.  He
even waived certain rights, and locked in an ironclad clause to bind him
into paying alimony as well as child support, even if I was to remarry. 
I'm sure that was just to rub my nose in how wealthy he is.  He was just
declaring that such a pittance was nothing to him.  Whatever the reason,
the document saw to it that I was financially set for life!



   I should have been happy to see the last of him, and I was.  Still, I
could hardly see the papers through my angry tears as I signed.  I was
truly glad of it, but the ass put it right down in the papers that he
wanted no custody or visitation rights with sweet little Michelle!  How
could he blame such a darling child for what fate had her become?  I was
just happy that he used her proper name.  The jerk had taken to calling my
angel Michael, and insisted that the lovely girl was his son!



   His son, indeed!  Well, at least that charade was over!  I always had
the nagging fear that Mark would someday realize that my darling angel was
born nine months after I had been away for a few weeks helping a childhood
friend prepare for her wedding day.  I worried that he would divorce me
over my little indiscretion, never dreaming what the future actually held
in store!



   That Bachelorette party sure had been a rousing success!  I fondly
remembered the handsome redheaded bartender.  (Well, all except for
remembering his name!) He was just my height, and built like a Greek God!
He had a beautiful cock nearly as large as the one I had ended up growing!
Thank goodness nobody managed to get any video of me panting and moaning in
sheer ecstasy while he had me bent over the bar like some raving
nymphomaniac whore!  I was forced through one orgasm after another as he
pounded into me like an animal in heat!  It was marvelous!  I had no need
to sneak off and diddle myself to release that night!  He kept us both
going for so long, that I could hardly stand up when we had finally
finished!



   Here's a tip.  Never do jello shots on the day you're ovulating! 
Especially if you had been "Having Headaches" with your husband for weeks
before actually leaving town!  I was drunk enough that I hadn't insisted on
using the condoms I always carried on my not infrequent extramarital
adventures.  To be honest, I forgot all about them once my attentive
bartender showed me his magnificent shaft!



   Groggy, weak legged, and quite hung over, yet pleasantly sore by the
time my friend Mary managed to get me back to her guestroom, I realized my
little error.  I noticed I still had quite a bit of semen oozing from my
vagina.  Shit!  I had committed the cardinal sin of leaving myself unable
to reconcile the timing while going bareback with a total stranger on my
most fertile day!  I was never that careless with any other rendezvous! 
The bartender's was the only load to enter my body since my last period!



   Even though scared, I couldn't help smiling.  Skipping the condom had
granted me my very first creamy-pie!  That beautiful Bartender was only the
second man to ever enter me truly naked, and deposit his load directly
inside of my body with no condom to contain his issue.  What a load it had
been!  After my husband spends in me, I never noticed anything but my own
lubrication afterward!  The bartender's seed was still flowing from me a
couple hours later!



   Thankfully Mark thought he finally managed to knock me up because I
covered my ass by letting him take me right then and there in the airport!
I'm regular as a clock, and by that time it was a solid week past my
optimum fertile period.  Mark didn't need to know that!  I made noises
about "Oh no, not today!  You don't have a condom!" and let him do his
super-speedy titty-squeezy best.  Approximately two minutes of risking
discovery in an empty lounge was well worth the price of assurance! 
Annoying as it was, it made an invaluable insurance policy against
discovery of my little slip up.



   If Mark ever questioned things, I could always point to the memorable
time we, or more precisely, he had at the airport and just hope he wouldn't
ask for a DNA test!  I myself had no doubts on the score just seconds after
Michelle was born and gently placed on my tummy.  My beloved little angel
had the same blazing red hair as her handsome nameless father.  As the
months passed, her eyes began taking on the same lovely shade of green her
daddy possessed, and she had the same heavenly smile!



   I seriously lucked out when the world went a little crazy the day after
I signed the papers.  Apparently Michelle and I had been among the very
first to transform.  That made sense after what I had later learned.  I had
been one of the very first to suffer through an annoying two week bout of
the Dryden Sniffles while pregnant.  Michelle's tiny body had been fully
formed and distinctly female within my womb when she had received the virus
through my bloodstream.  I'm no expert like Doctor Mary Ellen Dryden, but I
guess Michelle too had to gradually change as the virus slowly altered our
DNA.



   When I saw the news reports of what was happening around the world as
other women joined us by suddenly growing rather large organs.  It
terrified me!  I wasn't scared of the massive genetic restructuring that
only struck tall busty women, and girls like my lovely Michelle who were
genetically programmed to grow up tall and busty.  It was the reaction of
the authorities that filled me with dread!



   Larder fully stocked, and with a good supply of diapers, I holed up at
home with Michelle for a few days and managed to avoid being picked up in
that horrid "Futanari Round-up"!  I just thank God that the president
managed to get things under control, and sign a sweeping pardon and release
for anyone who may have gotten into a little trouble when women and
sexually mature girls from all walks of life basically threw themselves at
the feet of the new futanari!



   The rest of the world soon followed suit.  In some places, a heavy price
was paid.  Quite a few nations with poor histories of civil rights toward
women underwent remarkably swift and bloody revolutions as women rose up in
arms against their male oppressors.  The younger men saw the writing on the
wall, and joined the women in overthrowing whole governments.  After
centuries of male rule, several countries had ended up being led by
beautiful shapely statuesque women after the upheaval.



   Newsweek even ran a remarkable series of photographs taken in the Middle
East that depicted massive bon fires consisting of nothing but discarded
burning burqas.  It's rumored that they held back a few pictures showing
fantastic street orgy scenes, as the newly emancipated women "thanked" the
futanari that had lead the fight for freedom!



   I'm just glad that the upheaval the United States went through was of a
less violent and bloody nature thanks to the leadership of President
Greenfield!  Quite a few embarrassingly unavoidable pheromone triggered
incestuous trysts had resulted in some mighty twisted family trees in those
crazy times!  So many mothers, daughters, grandmothers, grand-daughters,
aunts and nieces had found new ways to define "Close knit family", in every
possible combination!  It would have been an exercise in futility to try
and arrest them all on charges of incest and statutory rape!  The courts
had little choice in the matter.  Incest was made legal, as long as at
least one participant was a futanari!



   My other lucky break was my best friend.  Lisa Redford had undergone the
change too, so our friendship wasn't thrust into the twilight zone by my
pheromones pushing us into something we weren't ready for.



   Six months after signing the papers, my divorce was final.  Lisa came
over to keep me company, and I suspect to keep me from drinking too many
toasts to my new freedom.  Just as obsessive/compulsive as ever, she showed
up dressed from head to toe in vivid pink.  Being used to it, I made no
comment.  What I did comment on was her lovely little wife.  "Oh Pandora,
you're so adorable!" I couldn't help squealing as I gave the gravid redhead
a big hug.  "You're prettier every time I see you!"



   She sighed.  "I'm a whale, but thanks for being nice about it."



   Lisa giggled.  "Patty, would you tell her that pregnant women are
beautiful?  I don't think she believes me!"



   I gave Pan a little kiss on the forehead.  It was safe.  Her immunity to
the pheromones would last until she weaned her yet to be born baby from her
breast milk.  It seemed to be yet another protective feature of the Dryden
genetic re-write.  "Pandora, if you didn't belong to Lisa, I'd steal you
for myself!  You're gorgeous!"



   Lisa laughed.  "Hey Patty, wanna see something cool?"



   Pam clapped her hands to her ears.  "Don't do it!" she cried.



   "Do what?" I asked, more then a little curious.



   "This!" Lisa held up her iPhone, and triggered an MP3 file.



   A loud recording of a baby crying filled the air.  "Shit!" I joined Pan
and clapped my hands to my ears, but it was too late!



   "Patty, what's wrong?" The pink clad dork cried.



   "Lisa you dope, Michelle is just nine months!  I'm nowhere near drying
up yet!  I'm still seriously lactating here!  I'm a cow!  I donate my
excess milk to the hospital maternity ward!  You just triggered my damn
"Let Down" reflex!" Pan and I now both had rather embarrassing wet spots
growing from firmly erect nipples.



   "Lisa, you're a big pink idiot!" Pan sighed.  "She keeps doing that to
me, ever since she found out that women impregnated by futanari start
lactating very early during pregnancy!  Lisa, did you at least pack me a
damn clean shirt?" Pandora demanded as she held her hands over her modest,
but quite lovely breasts.  "I don't want to spend the rest of the day
smelling like sour milk!"



   "Oh, sorry guys!" she giggled.  "I usually just drink Pan's overflow!"
She licked her lips.  "I don't use a bottle; I get it fresh from the tap!"



   "Well, you aren't drinking hers!" Pandora snapped.  "No offense, Patty,
but I have to keep an eye on Miss hot pants here!  The bitch will pork
anything in a skirt!"



   "Hey, I do not!" Lisa blushed.  "I only fuck the ones that beg me if you
aren't there threatening to shoot them!"



   I was startled when Pandora pulled the small Smith and Wesson 642
Airweight from the special pocket she had skillfully added to all her
maternity pants.  The enclosed hammer construction made it perfect for
conceal/carry.  There was nothing to snag onto clothes or holster if needed
in a hurry.  The stainless steel barrel gleamed in the sunlight streaming
through the window as she pointed it at the floor.  "When those horny
bitches see I'm packing some non-biological heat, it sure makes them think
twice!"



   "Yikes!  Put that away!  Don't worry Pan; I ain't dropping my panties
for the likes of her!  I have my own cock.  I don't need to play with
another one!" I couldn't help a snide smirk.  "Besides, mine is bigger!"



   The gun vanished beneath the waistband at the small of her back, just as
quickly as it had appeared.  "I didn't mean to frighten you!  You know I'd
never risk my investigator's license by pulling on civilians!  I was just
kidding!  Didn't you notice that the safety was on, and my finger was
outside the trigger guard?"



   I fidgeted and tried to hide it, but I wasn't scared in the least.  Some
weird little cross circuit in my brain made seeing a sexy woman with a six
month baby belly holding a gun had triggered me into popping a serious
boner!  "Pardon me, but, um, I wasn't exactly scared!"



   "Patty, you should see her with a Remington Pump Shotgun!  I thought I'd
pop my load when she slipped it up between her legs and stroked it like a
cock!"



   "Shut the fuck up, Pinkie Pie!" Pandora turned red as a beet.  "What is
that, a futa thing?  Lisa makes me pose naked with my artillery almost
every night!  No offense Patty, but I'm sure glad I can say no to you right
now!"



   I giggled.  "That's okay.  Show it to me again after the baby is born,
okay?"



   My heart skipped a beat when Pan glanced at Lisa, who gave her a smile
and a little nod.  "Um, sure Patty, uh, maybe we can do that some time.  I,
I would like to "Show you" again." She giggled.  "After the baby is born,
come over some night Pinkie is out, and I'll give you a real show!"



   I did some quick arithmetic in my head.  Three months until Pan had her
baby.  Give her a month to recover.  No, make it two, just to be sure! 
Five months!  In less than half a year, I would lose my male type
virginity! "It's a date!" I said a bit louder than I should have.



   That idea seemed to please Lisa.  She was staring at Pan now with a very
hungry look in her eyes.  Pandora glared right back.  "No, I'm not nursing
you again today!  You know where that always leads!  Jeeze, you already
fucked me in the cab on the way over!  You should be sated for at least a
couple hours!  Gimmie that damn breast-pump or I'll only give you hand-jobs
until the baby is born!"



   "Oh my God, that's a fate worse than death!" Lisa cried in mock dismay
while shrugging off her ridiculous pink backpack to rummage through it. 
"Here you go, Pan!" She winked at me.  "Since she got herself all knocked
up, I can only get about half my dick into her.  That half is heavenly
though!  She gets tighter up there as her belly gets bigger!  It's
amazing!"



   "Pinkie, would you shut up?  Can't you see you're embarrassing Patty?"



   I was embarrassed, but that wasn't all.  I had to extend my right leg
straight out in front of me as I sat on the sofa.  My boner had crept down
the pant leg to extend past my knee as it throbbed into full turgid erect
hardness.  I was pretty much trapped where I was, unless I wanted to resort
to pulling down my jeans to "arrange" myself in front of company!  I know
its personal preference, but I rather have my boners point up and nestled
between my tits.  Walking is much more comfortable that way!  "Lisa, you're
such a big pervert!  Go to the kitchen and get my pump too!"



   "Alright already, I'm going!" Lisa hurried off and returned with my
Ameda Elite hospital grade electric breast pump.



   Pandora's eyes lit up when she saw the unit.  "That's the one!" she
shouted as she assembled collection bottle and flange to the small manual
hand pump Lisa had given her.  "Pinkie, that's the one I wanted you to get
me!  It's like the ones they use at the hospital!"



   Lisa giggled.  "Who was the one that told me using the hand pump was a
great way to strengthen her grip for when she finally gets the
Pfeifer-Zeliska .600 Nitro Express Magnum she just ordered?" She gave me a
wink.  "Someone I know got a 20K bonus after solving a kidnapping and
returning the child alive and unharmed.  She's dropping most of it on a new
toy!"



   "Pinkie, do shut up!" Pan blushed, turning very pink herself.  "The
Zeliska is the most powerful handgun in the world!" Pan said somewhat
dreamily.  She shook herself.  "The Ameda Elite is nothing to sneeze at
either!  I just appreciate fine engineering!"



   I smiled.  "I'd let you get in on this, Pan, but" I held up one of the
custom made flanges.  "It may be just a touch too big for your itty bitty
nipples to fit"



   She giggled.  "I don't think my big toe is big enough to fit that!"



   I calmed down quite a bit, and Pan and I just chatted away as we
expressed our milk.  Pan was using the standard bottles, while I had to use
the extra large collection bags needed by most lactating futanari.  We both
kept an eye on Lisa.  The poor horny thing had retreated to the corner, and
was pretending great interest in my book case.



   "I don't have any murder mysteries, but help yourself to any science
fiction you may want to borrow." I called, hardly keeping the laughter out
of my voice.



   Pan tapped me on the shoulder.  "At home I chase her out of the
apartment when I'm pumping.  She gets so horny she practically rapes me
when I'm done!"



   "Practically?" I asked with a grin.



   "Well, it isn't rape if I want her to do it." She sighed happily.  "It's
very reassuring that she's still turned on, even if I'm as big as a whale!"
Her voice dropped to a whisper.  "Sometimes I get the feeling that she
can't wait for me to drop the weight after I give birth.  I look like I
swallowed a damn beach ball!"



   "You look great, Pan!" I shouted just a little too enthusiastically.  I
felt my face get warm "Sorry, you don't have anything to worry about from
me."



   Lisa turned and gulped at seeing us sitting topless, side by side, while
each filling our receptacles with fresh milk.  Her eyes were riveted to the
python down my pant leg.  "Whoa!" she gasped.  "Um, I mean, Patty, are you
still a virgin?"



   "Uh, I have a daughter.  Who do you take me for, the Virgin Mary?"



   "No, I mean, uh, haven't you used your dick yet?"



   "I'm a single mother, Lisa!  Who has the time?" I grinned sheepishly. 
"Besides, I always have my onahole!"



   "That's not the same!  Why don't you get out there and find yourself
some nice mono-sex woman to score with?"



   "There's nothing wrong with me fucking my onahole!  It's a very good
simulation!  I wedge it between my mattress and box spring to hold it in
place, and then I kneel on the floor and go all doggie style wild on my
bed!" I felt myself blushing.  I hadn't meant to give quite that much
information!



   "You, you fuck your bed?" She giggled.  "Miss Posturepedic, may I call
you Sealy?  Your coils are so hot!  I'm gonna knock you up, and make you
have a little baby futon!" Lisa began laughing so hard I thought she was in
danger of swallowing her tongue and choking to death!



   "Hey, it isn't funny!  I missed out on the fun during the first days,
because my damn husband was such a little pussy about it!  I spent all my
time trying to coddle him, while taking care of Michelle!" I sighed.  "Now
all the available women are wearing respirator masks in public!  I can't
just score a quickie and move on, and I don't have time to try and hook up
with a curious mono at a futa bar!" I shook my head.  "Besides, you other
futanari bitches used up all the virgins!"



   "Not ALL the virgins!" Pan said with a wicked grin.



   "Pan, shut up!" Lisa yelled, laughter forgotten.  "I said not to mention
that!"



   I reached over past the pump at her right breast and gave her unoccupied
left nipple a firm pinch.  "Spill it, pee-wee!"



   "Hey, cut that out!" she gasped as her milk squirted warmly against my
hand.  "I was already going to tell you!" She let out a deep breath when I
released the delectable little nub.  "I did some deep background on Miss
Virginia Arlington.  First, I can report that her name is real.  Apparently
her parents couldn't resist making a joke out of naming her."



   "Do you mean Ginny the mouse?  Ginny, the fucking bitch, um, I mean the
nice young daughter of my ex-husband's only client?  The woman he is
marrying tomorrow, before the ink is even dry on our final divorce papers?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  "Pan, why the hell were you
investigating her?"



   "Pandora, you can't tell her!" Lisa said with a worried look on her
face, sitting tensely on the very edge of the easy-chair she had perched
on. "I hired you!  I paid you a dollar on retainer!"



   "Pinkie, I told you right from the start.  I'm not a lawyer!  There's a
reasonable expectation of confidentiality when you hire a PI, but this is
different." Her eyes flashed emerald fire.  "I love you, and I understand
the futanari need to play the field." Her voice dropped to a tightly
controlled whisper.  "But I'll be damned if I'll help you score while I sit
home with swollen ankles and a bladder the size of a chickpea!"



   Lisa opened her mouth, closed it, and then opened it again.  "Oh God,
Pan, I, I never meant it like that!" She practically shoved me off of the
sofa when she rushed over to wrap her arms around the still pumping
redhead. "Oh Pan, you misunderstood!  I, um, I didn't set this up for me,
honest!  It, it's for a gift!  Yeah, that's right!  It's for Patty's
birthday!"



   "My birthday isn't until next month." I said with a laugh.  "What the
hell is going on?  Is Lisa on the prowl for some hot tail again?"



   Lisa looked at me over Pan's head and made frantic slashing motions with
her hand across her throat, like a director cutting a scene.  "The timing
is a bit off!" she finally yelled at near the top of her voice in an
attempt to drown me out.  "But, but I finally thought of the perfect
birthday gift for my best friend!"



   Pandora sighed.  "It wasn't for you?" she said softly.  "I, I thought
you were getting tired of me being too big, and having to go pee every
fifteen minutes!" She sniffed, sounding only seconds away from bursting
into tears.  It suddenly felt like a very bad idea to make an armed
pregnant woman cry, so I kept my mouth tightly shut as Lisa continued her
dissembling.



   "What kind of a bitch would run around just when her wife needed her
most?" Lisa gently rubbed Pandora's tummy.  "Are you kidding me?  It's so
cute when you blush and hurry off to the bathroom!  Do I ever complain if
you accidentally wet the bed a little?  I know I just slipped you the
juice. You're the one doing all the hard work!  Honey, I think it's
adorable how our baby is making you grow!"



   "I'm not just growing; I'm as big as a house!" Pandora wiped the tears
from her eyes.  "I know I'm not too sexy right now, and I lost a lot of my
elasticity so the baby is protected while I'm pregnant, but that will
return once the baby is safely born!  My figure will bounce right back! 
You'll see!  Our altered DNA takes care of that.  I swear I'll be able to
take all of you again!"



   "Pan, you're my sexy little MILF!" Lisa assured, giving her a sweet
little kiss, before turning to give me a look that just begged for help. 
"I get so turned on knowing that pretty tummy of yours is growing bigger
because our baby is in there!  Honest, I'm not going after any more strange
pussy until you feel comfortable enough to be right at my side again! 
Isn't it your job to wipe my precum on their faces, or slip it in their
drinks?  Don't I always fuck you first, while they beg and plead for their
turn?  Don't you then torment them with your tongue, while they cry for
something bigger and harder up inside them?  Who then goes to town,
cleaning up those yummy creamy-pies?  Pan, we're a team!  I, um, I'd never
want to play "Pop the Cherry" without you!"



   Lisa looked frantic.  Whatever the two had cooked up between them had
nearly devastated the hormonally charged Pandora.  The horny futa bitch
only figured that out just before it was too late!  I didn't know just what
the hell was going on, but I knew I needed to help somehow!  Poor Pan
looked so dejected and sad.  "Um, yeah, Lisa, spill it!  What's this, uh,
surprise birthday plan you've been teasing me about for the last week, ah,
I mean month?  It's about time you told me all about this secret project
you talked Pandora into doing solely for my benefit and nobody else!"



   "Oh Pinkie, I love you!" Pan cried, while burying her face in Lisa's
abundant cleavage.  "Can you forgive me for ever doubting you?"



   Stroking Pan's vivid red hair, Lisa paused with both hands cupped gently
over the happily sobbing woman's ears.  "I owe you big time!" she mouthed
nearly silently to me while looking totally embarrassed.  "I almost did
something really stupid!"



   I waited a moment while they sort of forgot me and necked on my sofa. 
"Would somebody please tell me exactly what is going on?" I finally asked
when they came up for air.  "I, um, I mean, what is my birthday present?"



   Blushing, but happy again, Pandora composed herself.  She detached the
collection bottle from her pump, attached a silicone nipple, and handed it
to Lisa.  "Patty, Pinkie here came up with an interesting theory about
Virginia.  I did a little digging, and from what I can determine, the
subject's state of, uh, grace, matches her name."



   "What the hell are you talking about?"



   Lisa looked at me coyly, and then nervously took a sip from the bottle
she held.  Pandora's warm milk seemed to steady her.  "Virginia is a
virgin. I figured anyone with such a total self righteous bitch of a mother
just had to be one!"



   "Mrs.  Arlington." I said with a bitter laugh.  "It's a wonder that
woman even let her dearly departed bankroll, oh, pardon me, husband, touch
her long enough to produce a child!"



   The elegant ice queen Hester Prynne Arlington (The media loved making
the first letter of her last name a vivid red any time it appeared in text)
was the bane of every futanari's existence!  She turned a large portion of
her late husband's wealth over to trying by any means possible to reinstate
the round-up for what she calls "The Abominations".  She lectures often on
how the newly announced Portal Technology from that exciting new start-up
company "Cake is a Lie" should be utilized to transport and imprison all
futanari in an escape proof penal colony on the moon.



   She saw conspiracies around every corner, claiming futanari were aliens
trying to make men extinct.  The crazy bitch even went as far as insisting
that President Cynthia Francis Greenfield herself pushed the button! 
Hester insisted that the nuclear tragedy that removed all hope of what she
called a "Cure" for the "Affliction" was not a computer malfunction, but
deliberate murder!  She actually filed suit against the federal government,
citing the laughable charge of the president's alleged "Crimes against
Humanity"!



   The woman was an obvious nut-job!  Who would be insane enough to use a
nuclear warhead to kill just ten doctors?  If what Hester claimed was true,
those doctors would have all just died of sudden car crashes and the like.
Everyone knows that the CIA does that kind of stuff all the time!  Using a
thermonuclear warhead would give all new meaning to the phrase Over-kill!
Hester's wild claims only serve to mar the wonderful work that the
president is doing towards global disarmament in honor of those poor men!
I'm just glad that the Supreme Court rejected her ridiculous lawsuit!



   "Her old coot of a husband never did touch her!" Pan laughed.  "If you'd
like to see it later, I have a sworn affidavit from a technician who used
to work for a very exclusive fertility clinic.  The Scarlet Letter was
inseminated artificially with her husband's sperm out of a cryo-bank.  The
old boy couldn't get it up for his precious little viper!  At eighty-five,
he was damn lucky he could still chew his own food!"



   Lisa took another soothing suck of her bottle.  "Ain't that a kick in
the head?  Hester-poo even had a C Section.  Technically speaking, the
bitch may be a mommy, but she's still a virgin too!"



   "That's kinda hot, but what does it mean to me?" I sighed.  "Mark may be
a spineless jerk, but I don't have the heart to stand in the way of him
marrying into such a high tax bracket!"



   Lisa finished the last of her drink, just in time to accept a second
bottle, fresh from Pandora's lovely breasts.  "Why would you want Mark the
loser to pop little Ginny's cherry when you can do it for him?  What's an
ex-wife for, if she can't warm up the next model for her hubby?  Hunting
season opens tonight, Elmer, and it ain't any Wascally Wabbit you'll be
after!"



   Pan laughed.  "What that cartoon loving big pink overgrown infant means
is that I know when and where the wedding rehearsal and rehearsal dinner
are taking place."



   Lisa took the nipple from her lips and blushed.  "Who are you calling an
infant?" she stammered, while clutching a baby bottle in her hand.



   Pan giggled.  "Drink your milk, baby!"



   "I'm not a freakin' baby!" Lisa muttered before taking another pull at
the milk filled bottle.



   "Patty, what if I was to tell you I have a friend who has guaranteed
that the high volume air scrubber filtration/suppression system will fail
just as a certain wedding party was being seated for dinner tonight?" She
took an elastic holder off of her wrist, and showed me a single glittering
key.  "What if I also just happened to have personally cut a key that would
unlock the emergency exit right across the hall from the ladies room?  What
if I had already planted certain needed accessories earlier today while
posing as a city health inspector?"



   I must have looked as confused as I really was.  Lisa's eyes sparkled as
she lowered her bottle.  "Come on Patty, get with it!  Small rooms like the
ladies lounge in a restaurant, with no active air filtration system
running, could get quite stuffy!  What if a horny futanari was hiding out
in such a place, positively reeking of pheromones?  Said futanari would be
able to bang any mono-sex that walks through the door!  If that mono-sex is
a virgin, you might not be able to beat her off with a stick!"



   "That would be rape." I gasped.



   Pan smiled.  "I read up on all the altered laws.  Said futanari would be
blameless if a public building's pheromone suppression system failed, and
unaware of that fact, mono-sex women were walking around without their
personal respirators on.  Liability would lie solely with the restaurant.
You would have no cause for legal worries.  The restaurant could face civil
suit though, but that's why public facilities always carry insurance for
child support cases now."



   I sat for a minute, ignoring the renewed tension in my pants.  "It's a
certainty that Hester wouldn't permit any futanari on the guest list.  I,
um, that hypothetical futanari would be totally unexpected!  Nobody would
be wearing her mask!" I felt my face growing warm and smiled weakly.  "Pan,
Lisa, thank you for the best birthday present anyone ever gave me!  Can you
guys stay and mind Michelle for me?"



   Lisa punched the air, and jumped up to run into the kitchen.  "Yes, I
love baby sitting!  I'm checking out what's in the fridge!"



   That's how quite a few hours later; I had my feet on a toilet seat, and
was squatting down low so nobody would notice someone was in the stall
labeled "Out Of Order".  To save time, I was totally naked, with my clothes
and shoes stuffed in my bag.  I was sure glad I always kept myself in good
shape before my change, and the adaptability and rejuvenating ability of my
restructured body prevented me from suffering too much discomfort while I
settled in for a long wait.



   I had arrived early enough to slip in unnoticed before the shock troops
arrived.  Mrs.  Arlington's security people were ever on the lookout for
futanari.  Hester refused to permit any of my kind within the same building
with her, if at all possible.  Three times I heard one of the male guards
enter the ladies room, and three times I thought the beating of my heart
would give me away.



   It was downright scary how far Pandora had planned this before putting
her foot down and refusing to let Lisa benefit from her wicked scheme.  As
I squatted on the pot, I was also completely camouflaged.  I had found the
large poster size photographic print and roll of duct tape left by the
emergency exit.  Having taped it edgewise to the side walls, I hardly had
room to move.  As Pandora instructed, I had it right up against the toilet.
I couched behind completely undetectable.  It's a good thing I'm not
claustrophobic!



   The stall was actually a small tasteful room just big enough for the
throne.  The door was not some sheet metal panel like in a shopping mall
bathroom.  This one was complete, with inset louvers for décor and
ventilation.  As instructed, I had used Pan's planted screwdriver to
slightly damaged one louver to allow a slot to peep through.  Anyone who
looked would only see the poster.  It was a very good photograph of the
toilet I was perched on.  Only instead of seeing me, anyone who peeked
through the little opening would see the toilet with the handle of a
plunger sticking out of it, as if someone had given up the struggle to
unblock the pipes and just walked away and locked the stall door.



   Suddenly I realized what I had been taking for silence wasn't.  The
exhaust fans had just ceased their endless drowning hum!  The pheromone
suppression filtration system had shut down!  Embarrassing as it sounds;
noticing the fans had died made me grow erect!  That was all to the good of
the plan though!  Everyone was here!  I nearly fell off of the toilet in my
haste to tear open the package and roll on the condom I had been clutching
between my teeth.  I wouldn't need it if this insane plan worked.  I just
didn't want to arouse every damn woman who walked in here!  I only had one,
no, let me be honest.  I only had TWO virginal targets I was interested in!
I needed to slow down the effect of my pheromones by sealing my precum
under the rubber.  It was spermicide free, of course!



   I waited several more hours.  Women came and went, and the thought that
any of them could be mine was thrilling!  I was very tempted when a couple
of giggling young girls entered.  It made me a little uneasy, but with the
way the laws were changing due to sociological pressure, there would be
little or no legal repercussions.  I found myself on the verge of bursting
out of my hiding place to see if either of them had reached menarche yet
and thus would be susceptible to my pheromones!



   If I wasn't so set on Hester and darling Ginny, those teeny boppers
would be such fun to, well, bop!  They sounded adorable as they seriously
discussed the merits of the cartoon show Pandora was addicted to, and had
led to her nicknaming Lisa "Pinkie Pie"!  It seemed that they were a little
miffed that guys had muscled in and had stole what was supposed to be a
GIRL thing!



   One of the little darlings was complaining about how her big brother
wouldn't let her play with all his pony toys.  She was really pissed about
him saying they were collectables and not toys.  He wouldn't even let her
touch the still sealed packages!  I held on though and kept my eye on the
prize, even as the condom slowly filled with my pre-cum.  My patience was
soon rewarded only ten minutes after they left!



   "Mother, you're talking crazy.  I think perhaps you had a bit too much
champagne.  Mark is a perfect gentleman.  He never touched me.  He knows
how important it was to wait for my wedding night." Virginia giggled. 
"That's tomorrow!  Tomorrow night I get nailed!"



   "Baby, don't talk like that to mommy!" Hester said, sounding more then a
little toasted.  She actually hiccupped!  "Mommy never let daddy touch her,
and look what a beautiful baby Mommy's C-section gave her!"



   My cock surged.  "Oh my God!" I clapped a hand over my mouth.  It was
true!  The fifty-two year old rich bitch really was still virgin!



   "Mother, you're so weird!" Virginia said softly.  "Please don't tell
anyone I was a virgin birth!"



   "Baby, mommy has to pee-pee!" My heart almost exploded when she rattled
my door.



   "No mother.  It's out of order.  Let me help you!" I listened while
Virginia guided her mother to a different stall.  "Now I'll be right next
door." The dutiful daughter called.  "I have to go tinkle myself!"



   I waited to hear the second door close, and then hurried to put the plan
into play.  Gingerly stepping to the chilly marble floor, I carefully
pulled down the poster.  Unlocking my door, I grabbed my other prop and
slipped out into the lounge proper.  Running on tip-toe as quietly as I
could, I made the entrance before anyone else entered.  This was the risky
part!  I tore the backing off of the self adhesive tape, and opened the
door.  Thank God nobody was in sight!  I slapped the Out Of Order sign on
the door.  Pulling it shut, I locked the deadbolt.  The professionally
printed sign had directions pointing the way to the upstairs ladies room.
Any of the staff would be able to unlock the door, but that sign would buy
me enough time to make all of my dreams come true!



   I sat on the antique fainting couch and tried several poses.  I decided
to lean back, with one leg bent seductively like a very old "French
Postcard" I once saw.  Carefully rolling off the condom to save the large
amount of clear syrupy fluid within, I slowly began to stroke my erection.
I imagined my pheromones becoming visible like an enticing scent in a
cartoon.  I pictured it forming twin ephemeral hands, with beckoning
fingers slowly moving in closer to tickle the noses of the mother and
daughter.



   I watched and waited.  I heard some unmistakable sounds from within the
stalls.  "Mother, what are you doing over there?" Virginia asked huskily
from the far stall.



   "No-nothing!" her mother gasped.  "I, I am not doing bad things!" I
heard the toilet flush, and her door flew open.  Hester stepped out,
looking quite flushed as she staggered to the sinks on wobbly legs.



   "Hello." I said softly.



   The woman glanced my way, and her eyes nearly popped from her head!  "Go
away!" she whimpered, as I got up from the fainting couch.  "You, you
aren't allowed near me!"



   I stepped closer, one hand stroking my penis, while the other held the
condom containing nearly an ounce of my precum.  "This is a free country."
I said softly.  "I can go anywhere I like!"



   She was staring at my cock.  "You, you don't belong near decent moral
people!" she stammered.  Her hands moved sensually over the rather lovely
dress she was wearing for the rehearsal, but then she thrust them down at
her sides.  "You are trying to seduce me with your evil spell!"



   "Mother, who are you talking to?" Virginia asked with an odd breathless
quality.  It sounded like the bride-to-be was playing with herself just a
bit.



   "Stay in there!" Hester cried.  "I, I will deal with this!"



   "What evil spell?" I asked.  "I'm not some fairy tale creature.  I'm a
real live person.  It's not my fault you have the urge to fuck me now!"



   "How dare you use such language toward me, abomination?" She edged along
the sinks, trying to keep away from me.  "No moral human woman would let a
demon creature like you touch her!  I shall take great pleasure in seeing
my security force subdue you!" She took a deep breath.  "Guards, come to
me! Break down the door if you must, but get in here right now!"



   "Fuck you, bitch!" I shouted back in exasperation as she hollered. 
Without thinking, I bunched up the soiled drippy condom in my fist and
threw it at her face!  I'll never forget the look of sheer panic in her
eyes when I scored a direct hit in her wide open mouth!



   That sure shut her up!  At first she looked like she was going to throw
up.  She pursed her lips tightly to prevent this unseemly event.  Hester
stood there with her eyes wide open in panic, with only the reservoir tip
of the condom protruding between her full red lips.  Hand shaking, she
reached up and grabbed the tip between quivering index finger and thumb. 
Slowly, she drew the condom from her mouth.  Inch by inch, the slimy latex
slithered from between her lips.  I don't think she even realized her lips
were acting like a squeegee, forcing all of my precum to be left behind in
her mouth.



   She stood there holding my condom, shivering in fear.  I threw my arms
forward, with all ten fingers pointing at her like I was casting a magical
spell and yelled.  "BOO!"



   Hester jumped nearly out of her sexy Prada heels.  My cock gave a big
throbbing jerk when I saw the muscles in her slender neck move when she
inadvertently gulped!  Hester clapped a hand to her throat when she
realized what she had just done.  "You, you poisoned me!" she cried as she
threw the limp slimy condom into the sink.  "You corrupted me with your
filthy bodily fluids!"



   "I sure as hell did!" I laughed as she bent over the sink.  Water
splashed all over as she repeatedly rinsed her mouth.  What did she think
that would accomplish with my fluid pooled down inside of her stomach? 
"How did it taste?"



   She stood and faced me, the bodice of her dress soaked with water.  It
was better then a wet tee-shirt contest!  The slender little five foot
redhead looked damn cute as she trembled.  "Stay away!" she breathed, as
she backed up against the wall.  "Open that door, and, and call an
ambulance!  I, I will not succumb!"



   I inched closer.  "How did I taste?" I asked sweetly.



   Hester whimpered.  "Go away!  I, I feel so hot!  You, you have to stay
away!"



   I gave my cock a few happy strokes.  "Tell me how I taste, and maybe
I'll leave you alone!"



   Hester sank to her knees.  "You, you taste foul!  You you're a
corruption!  Your filth has soiled my mouth!  You taste, you taste like..."
she whimpered.  "You taste like manna from heaven!"



   I closed the final distance between us, and rubbed the head of my cock
across her face.  "Hester dear, you know where you can get more!"



   "God, please save thy humble servant!" she wailed, before extending her
tongue to give my cockhead a lick.



   Virginia's stall burst open.  The disheveled girl staggered out, and
stared in wide eyed shock at her mother on her knees before me.  "Mommy,
I'll save you!" she cried.  When she looked at me, her jaw dropped.  I
grinned as her eyes looked me up and down and then up again.  I towered
over both of them!  She took a deep breath.  "You, you're magnificent! 
Momma, you get away from her right this instant!  That futa is mine!"



   I couldn't help giggling.  Little Virginia's threshold must be much
lower.  My scent had her primed and ready for loving, when it took a gob of
goo in the mouth to win over mommy dearest!  I looked at the mousy young
lady Mark was going to marry in an all new light.  Was it her arousal?  Or
was it that I was finally looking at her without my anger at my Ex clouding
my perceptions?



   Virginia looked downright adorable!  Mark had managed to find someone
shorter than he to marry!  She had the same delicate slender build of her
mother, but was an inch or so shorter.  Her four foot ten was quite petite
when compared to my sturdy six foot six!  The dear thing had cute little
titties even smaller than Pandora's.  Hair that I had thought of as mouse
brown now looked to be a lovely shining chestnut.  I wonder if Mark knew
what a lucky man he was.



   "Daughter, save me!  Get help!" Hester cried just before she wrapped her
lips around the head of my cock.  She sucked, and my body shuddered.  My
own blowjobs are great, I must say, but this inexperienced oral fumbling
was such a damn turn on!  She pulled back, releasing me for just a second.
"Get mommy some help!" she gasped thickly with my precum dribbling down her
chin.



   Virginia came closer.  "Mommy, this isn't fair!  This is my special
day!" she dropped to her knees along side of her mother.  "I, I should be
the one to taste a filthy futa!"



   "Jeeze, Virginia, you know me!  We met last year at the Christmas party,
remember?"



   The little beauty smiled at up at me and actually winked!  "I should be
the one to taste Patty the filthy futa!"



   Hester paused in her slobbering.  "Baby, no!  Do not let the corruption
touch you!  Your soul will be lost, like mine was!"



   It was too late to worry about that!  Virginia joined her mother in
licking me!  It was thrilling just knowing she was lapping up her own
mother's saliva as well as my precum!  "Good girls!" I cooed, as the mother
and daughter went wild caressing me with their tongues!



   It didn't take long for me to see what I hoped and prayed for.  Both
women gave a little jump when their tongues accidentally touched!  "Yes!" I
whispered, when they paused to look into each other's eyes.  I couldn't
help teasing.  "Incest is such a sin!  You might go to hell if you keep
that up!" They wordlessly went back to licking me, but now their tongues
remained in constant contact, sliding along each other as they coated me
with their saliva.



   My cock was harder then it ever was since I woke up with it.  "Stand
up!" I gasped as I stepped back from them.  "Virginia, undress your mom!"



   "No, I, I want it!  I want you inside me!" the younger woman wailed as
she pulled up the hem of her dress and tugged down her damp panties. 
"Please Patty, I, I need you inside me!"



   I was glad Virginia remembered my name, but my attention was on her
mother.  I felt compelled to take her first because of her hateful stand
against those of my kind!  "Virginia, if you don't want me to leave right
this minute, you will do as I say!"



   "Yes Patty." Virginia said softly.  "Please don't go away!"



   Hester sobbed.  "No, go away!  Go away right now!" her fingers trembled
as she began trying to push her daughter's hands away.  "I, I must resist!"
she whimpered.  "Take my daughter!  Defile her!  She wants it!  I, I must
resist the terrible temptation!  Take my daughter and fill her with your
corruption!" She looked down at the tiny purse still clutched tightly in
one hand, and fumbled it open.  For a second I was worried.  Did Hester
have a gun?



   "I, I will, I will ease this dreadful longing within me with this!" She
triumphantly pulled out a little hair brush and gripped it around the
bristles.  The handle would make a small but serviceable dildo.  It was
near enough in size and thickness to my ex-husband's cock, but wouldn't
share the same agonizingly frustrating tendency to pop too soon and go limp
as a noodle before you were anywhere close to the Big Finish!



   I know it sounds awful, but Hester using the very last shred of her self
control made it oh so very exciting!  Despite directly ingesting my fluid,
she actually managed to summon enough self control to want to deflower
herself instead of letting me do her!  I couldn't have that!  I couldn't
let her waste her precious first time on a hunk of plastic!  I laughed as I
knocked the brush from her shaky grip and sent it skittering across the
marble floor.  "Virginia, get your mom naked right now, or I won't touch
you at all!"



   Hester simpered and sobbed as her daughter roughly tore at her dress. 
Fabric ripping, she exposed her mother's lovely dainty breasts to my
delighted eyes.  "Mommy, hurry and fuck her!  I'm next!  Please hurry so I
can get my turn!"



   "No, I will fight this!" Hester cried as she hooked her thumbs under her
panties and pulled them down on her own.  "I will not be spoiled by an
abomination!" she shouted firmly while wantonly spreading her legs.



   "Oh Hester, you shaved for me!" I couldn't help gasping when her lovely
vulva was exposed to my view.  "You're beautiful!"



   "No, I, I just, it was, it was for myself!" She blushed from head to
toe. "I, I like to keep clean and smooth!"



   "You like to be smooth while you masturbate?" I asked softly.



   "Masturbation is a sin!" Hester cried, without denying a thing.



   Virginia wasted no time.  The younger woman was soon just as naked as
her mother.  "Look Patty, I shaved too!  Men like that, so I did it for
Mark for our honeymoon.  Do you like it?" she shoved in front of her
mother. "Don't you want to fuck me first?"



   I couldn't help nodding my head rather too vigorously.  "I like it a
whole lot, sweetie!" I tapped her playfully on the nose.  "Your mom is
first though, but don't you worry.  Futanari can easily take care of two
pretty ladies!  Now help me nail your mommy!"



   "What are you doing?" Hester cried as Virginia pushed her towards the
sinks.  "No, you do it!  Mommy can't let an abomination claim her like
this!"



   Virginia laughed as her mother allowed herself to be seated on the edge
of the countertop.  "Mom, you would cast your own daughter to an
abomination?" she turned and gave me a saucy wink.  I was glad to see
Virginia's beliefs weren't so rigid!  "You would sacrifice your own
daughter to save your reputation?  You're such a hypocrite!  Look how wet
you are!"



   I gasped right along with Hester when Virginia leaned down and planted
her face between her mother's wide spread thighs.  "Baby no!  Incest is a
sin!  We, we'll both be hell bound if you continue!" Hester screamed,
accompanied by the distinct slurping sounds her daughter was now making.



   I tapped Virginia on the shoulder.  "I thought you were a virgin?" I
asked softly when she looked up at me with her shiny wet face.



   "I am Patty, I swear!" she blushed prettily.  "I'm a virgin with men,
but I had lots of fun in the Girl Scouts.  When I was a junior, a few of
the Cadets and seniors taught us all sorts of fun things!  I taught some of
them to my room mate in college!"



   Hester interrupted with a moan.  "Baby, a, a little more, please baby,
just kiss mommy a tiny bit more!  If I succumb, I, I can resist the
abomination!"



   "But incest is a sin!" I whispered as I nudged Virginia out of the way.
"You would want your daughter to sin, just to protect you?"



   "She already is a sinner condemned to eternal damnation!  I, I knew
about her lewd lesbian trysts!  I almost pulled her out of the girl scouts
when I discovered what was going on!  Marrying a man and giving me grand
children will absolve her of all past sins!"



   Wow, Hester sure had a warped view of religion!  Don't get me wrong. 
I'm not knocking people's beliefs!  Hester just seemed to be making hers up
as she went along to justify her own actions!  I stepped between her legs.
"I'm just taking a wild guess here.  Did mommy dearest masturbate while
thinking of her darling baby making out with all the other pretty girl
scouts?"



   When her eyes nearly popped out of her head, I knew I had nailed it! 
"No, how could you say such a thing?  Moral women never masturbate!  It's
wicked, it's debasing!"



   "It's really satisfying!" Virginia giggled.  "Mommy, I saw you once in
the shower.  You took such a long time cleaning between your legs with the
hand held showerhead, and then you screamed "Jesus loves me!" and almost
fell down when you climaxed!"



   "Baby no!  I never did any such thing!" she cried as I moved up between
her lovely thighs.  "No, what are you doing?" she gasped as I grasped my
cock and swiped it over her glorious wetness.



   "Admit it to me, and I'll reward you." I gasped.  It took ever once of
my self control not to just ram right up into her.  "Tell me about what you
thought of pretty girl scouts playing grown-up games with your lovely
daughter!"



   "My darling baby looked so sweet in her uniform!" Hester wailed.  "I
couldn't help it!  Pretty girls were abusing my baby, and I wanted to do it
too!"



   "Thank you for telling me the truth, Hester dear." I said kindly.  I
took a single step back.  "Do you want your reward now?"



   "Oh yes!" she cried.  "Thank you!" she weakly tried to slip off of the
sink.  I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her back.  "No!  You said
you would reward me!"



   "I will!" I took a deep breath.  "Virginia, place my cock at your
mommy's little virgin opening."



   "I still wanna be first!" the lovely bride to be protested, but she
grabbed my cock without any hesitation.



   "Oh no, please stop!  I'll be ruined!" Hester wailed.



   "Oh, you will not!" While Virginia aimed my cock, I thrust my hips
forward!  For just a second I thought it wouldn't go in.  Hester really was
a fifty-two year old virgin!  It seemed fitting that her rejuvenated
youthful vagina was untouched, waiting just for me!  I pushed harder,
moaning as I felt her give way to me.  My cockhead was then enveloped by
the most heavenly snug warmth I had ever known!



   Hester squealed like a little piggy as I tore her hymen.  "It hurt!" she
cried.  "I'm ruined!  I'm no longer pure!"



   "Oh mommy, does it feel wonderful?" Virginia gasped as she stared at
where her mother and I had joined.  "I bet it feels awesome!" She took her
hand from my cock and gently ran her fingers along the stretched lips of
her mother's labia.  When she took them away, my heart thumped when I saw
the traces of crimson on their dainty tips.  All three of us moaned when
Virginia licked them clean of her mother's virgin blood!



   I pushed more of myself into the panting woman.  "It feels great from my
end!" I gasped as Hester's trembling body grasped me in its warmth.



   My lover threw her arms around my neck.  ""Stop this, you Abomination!"
she cried as she held me tight.  "I am shamed!  I am ruined." She moaned.
"It feels so good!"



   "Of course it does." I breathed as I enjoyed finally losing my penal
virginity to her.  "I knew you would like it!"



   I started thrusting into her as Virginia watched.  The blushing bride
was wantonly rubbing between her legs as she witnessed her mother receive
the fucking she had missed out on in her fifty-two years.



   "I am ruined!" Hester cried, but now it seemed like a triumphant cheer.
"I am soiled!  I am, I am, I'm being fucked!"



   "Say it again." I gasped as the head of my cock pressed against her
cervix.  "Say it louder!"



   "I am fucked!" Hester cried.



   Virginia giggled.  "Mother what vulgar language!"



   Hester seemed to be getting into it.  She thrust her face between my
breasts.  "I am fucked!" her cry was muffled but still clear.  "Fuck me
like a filthy street whore!  I'm a trollop!  I'm a dirty girl that loves
sex!"



   Trollop?  I almost laughed.  Did people still say that?  I rocked
forward as she held on, thrilling to the feel of my cock ramming into her.
"You are a dirty girl!" I agreed happily.  "You're the filthy little slut
I'm going to fill with my seed!"



   My drunken lover moaned and panted with me; until I saw her eyes
suddenly grow bright with an all new fear.  "Your seed, no, not your seed!
I, my, my monthlies came back!" She pushed at me weakly.  "Put your filthy
seed in my daughter!  It can not enter me today!"



   Oh wow!  What I had read really was true!  The genetic re-write all
females on Earth had undergone, benefited even older women who didn't grow
a penis!  Menopause had been rolled back!  Hester was fertile again! 
"Don't worry!  I have plenty to service two pretty ladies!"



   Ginny nearly jumped up and down.  "Our wedding date was set to coincide
with my cycle!  I'm ovulating today too!  Hurry up and finish with momma! I
want my turn!"



   I didn't have the heart to tell her that Mark didn't seem to have it in
him to father a child.  Still, I was very happy to learn that she wanted
one!  Hester, on the other hand, thrilled me!  "Please no!" she begged. 
"Please don't mark me as a soiled woman bringing a baby into the world
without a husband!"



   I had no trouble pulling her to me, and picking her up off of the sink
while she was impaled on my shaft.  "Nobody cares about things like that
any more!" I said huskily as she held on tightly with her face buried
between my breasts.  That's when I noticed something.  Hester's red hair
had that clownish brassy look found only in dye jobs.  Up close, I could
see that her roots were very nearly the same glorious shade as my daughter,
and the man that had slipped her into me!  I spread my legs wider and
planting my feet firmly on the cold marble floor.  Standing tall, I put my
hands on her hips, and started bouncing her on my cock!



   Hester squealed.  "Please, please no!" she cried, the tone of her voice
making it sound more like a cheer.  "You will ruin me!"



   "Mom, that looks so hot!" Virginia cried as she stared at our mating. 
"Oh God, how can THAT be going so far inside of you?"



   I laughed.  "Ginny, do you want to see it go father?"



   The adorable young woman actually clapped her hands.  Oh yes, Patty! 
Give her all of you!  I read up on it!  Give her EVERYTHING!"



   Hester whimpered.  "W-What are you saying?" her voice sounded muffled
from between my breasts.  "Momma is so full now!"



   "Just a little more Hester and you truly will completely lose your
virginity!"" I whispered as took a deep breath.  Hands firmly on her hips,
I slammed her down sharply!  The head of my cock had been delightfully
teased by pressing over and over again against her cervix.  This time, I
moved more rapidly than her newly elasticized reproductive track could
adjust!  We both moaned as I felt a sort of pop.  A tightly grasping ring
swallowed up the head of my cock, and it felt like a snug little mouth had
started sucking on me!



   I took my hands off of her hips, and began gently caressing the warm
smooth skin of Hester's back.  Her fearful hugging actually lessened a bit.
My massive cock up inside her was providing plenty of support.  I stood
there, not moving.  It was thrilling to be completely inside of her, with
her uterus engulfing the head and a couple inches of my shaft, like a warm
and living condom!



   "It didn't hurt." Hester gasped.  "Oh Lord, it, it felt good!" With
that, she started squirming and shimmying on me!  "I am ruined!" she cried.
"I will pay for my sins!  I shall pay by having an abomination's baby!"



   "Momma, don't say mean things like that!" her daughter shouted.  "Patty
is a very nice person!



   I looked at Ginny and gave her a wink.  Hester didn't mean all of that
garbage!  The woman was frantically fucking herself on me, trying her
damndest to bring herself to orgasm!  I don't think she would have stopped
if the roof suddenly caved in!



   I resumed bouncing her onto me, and we both moaned.  I was using short
strokes now.  I didn't want to pull my cock completely free of her womb. 
The suction was even better than that of my onahole when using a whole lot
of the water based lubricant!



   "I will succumb!" Hester suddenly cried.  If I wasn't so damn close to
exploding, I would have laughed!  "I will have this child!  I, I will have
the child of an androgynous Angel!"



   I was right.  Hester reworked her unique belief structure to fit any
situation.  Androgynous Angel was a little startling, but it sure beat
Abomination!  "Yes you will!" I cried as I hugged her tightly to me.



   I couldn't hold back any more!  I'm afraid I gave a rather unladylike
grunt as I felt it start deep inside of me!  Standing in the middle of the
lady's rest room with a quivering woman in my arms, my toes curled against
the marble floor.  My body went rigid as my own climax claimed me.  My
shaft pulsed as my body shook.  I was ejaculating!  I finally knew that my
onahole was a very poor substitute!  Nothing could compare to popping your
load inside a warm lovely woman!  My cock throbbed as it spat rope after
thick gooey rope of sperm laden semen deep inside Hester's fertile belly!



   Hester writhed in my arms as I held her tight.  She threw her legs
around me as she clawed my back.  The slight pain as her nails raked my
skin was like adding a wonderful spice to a gourmet meal!



   I was dimly aware that Ginny had closed in.  She had her mouth opened
wide, and it took a few breathless seconds for my lust clouded brain to
make sense of what I was seeing.  For some reason, the power of my orgasm
had produced an effect I had never experienced before while simply
masturbating.  My breasts had actually squirted a couple of spurts of milk
like little twin ejaculations!  Ginny had been quick enough to catch some
on her tongue, not to mention her lovely face!



   When we both stopped shaking, I gently lifted Hester off of my cock. 
She actually laughed when my shaft easing from her body produced a rather
disgusting sloppy slurping sound.  I put her down, and steadied her when
she almost collapsed on wobbly legs.  The sheer power of her orgasm had
quite a sobering effect on her.  "That was wonderful." She whispered.  "I,
I never knew!" tears filled her eyes.  "Please forgive me!  I never knew it
could be like that!" She threw her arms around me and once again buried her
face into my cleavage.  "I'm so sorry!"



   Is it wrong that I felt proud that my fucking her seemed to have changed
her entire outlook on those of my kind?  "There's nothing to forgive,
Hester dear." I said with a silly grin on my face.  I held her for a moment
as she got herself back under control.  "Feel better now?" I asked softly
when she stopped her quiet sobbing.



   Her eyes were bright as she looked up at me.  "I feel better than I ever
have in my life." She grinned wryly.  "I'm a little sore though, but in a
good way." She shook herself, and was once again the proud rich aristocrat.
Well, except for the nudity, and one other thing.  Hester looked down at
herself and gasped.  "Oh my goodness!"



   You should have seen the huge flow of my semen pouring out of her body
and running down her legs!  I think it was actually squirting out of her
womb as it deflated!  Her Prada shoes were going to be ruined!  "Sorry
about that.  We futanari tend to really produce!"



   "It's my turn!" Ginny announced as she took my hand.  "Come here!" she
pulled me along, leading me back to the fainting couch.



   Hester followed.  "Baby, what are you doing?  You're getting married
tomorrow!"



   "It's okay!" I said.  "Mark's my ex-husband.  He won't mind!"



   All three of us laughed at that ludicrous statement.  "Mom, don't be
selfish!  You had your turn, now I want mine!  I, I want it so bad I might
die!" The poor thing was actually shaking with her desire.  "Please Patty!
I need you in me!" she took a gasping breath.  I, I can't wait one second
longer!"



   Hester was sated, my taking her virginity easing the allure of my
pheromones quite a bit.  Virginia was still firmly under my aromatic spell
though.  "What do you say Hester?  Should I put the poor kid out of her
misery?"



   "I'm not a kid!" the petite young woman wailed.  "I'll be twenty one in
three months!"



   Hester nodded and gave me a sheepish grin.  "Oh go ahead, Patricia.  I
suppose it will be alright, and I for one, certainly will not inform
Virginia's groom!" she let out a sigh.  "It will go far to make up for my
behavior towards abominations, um, sorry, people such as yourself,
Patricia."



   "Futanari isn't a dirty word, Hester.  None of us mind being called
that."



   She sighed.  "It is more dignified than, um, abomination." She smiled
shyly.  "In the morning, before the wedding, I will instruct Mr.  Anderson,
the head of my legal team..."



   "My ex-husband." I couldn't help adding.



   "My groom!" Ginny giggled, still more then a little tipsy herself.



   "My future son-in-law.  I will inform him that I am ceasing all efforts
toward trying to convince Congress to resume segregation of you futanari."
She smiled.  "It is the least I can do, not that I ever really had any
chance of succeeding."



   "What about the lunar colony?" I asked with a smile of my own.



   "Oh, I'll still push for that!  Portal technology is the wave of the
future!  I shall pay SpaceX and Cake Is A Lie handsomely to begin a joint
project to land a portal on the moon large enough to pass construction
equipment adapted to function in vacuum!  Perhaps the lunar colony shall
take the shape of a luxury community for anyone who wishes to get away from
the hustle and bustle of earthbound life.  It will make a great vacation
spot since to get there would just take stepping through a big hole!" She
suddenly giggled like a schoolgirl.  "On the moon I would have no trouble
picking you up, Patricia!"



   "Are you asking me for a date?" I asked coyly.



   "I'm a very busy woman." She blushed very becomingly "I would like to
think I have time to relax once in a while with the father of my child
though." She rubbed her flat trim tummy.  "Oh, I hope I didn't offend
again! What is the proper terminology?"



   "I think the correct term is sire." I laughed.  "I would love to have
you pick me up while on the moon.  I would have loved to become an
astronaut myself." I grinned.  "I seem to be built to a larger scale
though. Could you see me trying to squeeze into one of the old space
shuttle's flight decks?"



   "Enough business talk!  I'm right here, not up on the moon!" Ginny
snapped.  "Patty, isn't it my turn now?"



   I glanced down at my still hard cock.  "What do you think, sweetheart?"



   She tugged me once again toward the fainting couch.  "Lay down!  I wanna
be on top!"



   I eyed the red crushed velvet of the beautiful couch and shrugged.  It
was about to be ruined, but I wasn't too worried about it!  "You're the
boss!" I laughed, knowing that it was a fib.  My pheromones were her boss
right now!  Ginny would rape a zucchini if she couldn't ride my cock!



   I lay back, feet on the floor off of the end, and made myself
comfortable.  Both Hester and her daughter stared at me for a few moments.
"Oh, you are just magnificent!" Ginny breathed.



   Hester sighed.  "Yes Patricia, you are a true angel!" She paused for a
moment.  "Perhaps I should rehire the cook I fired, well, after she
transformed.  Miss Franklin's skin is such a lovely chocolate brown, and
her bust is quite nearly as large as yours.  I wonder what her, um,
appendage looks like?" She clapped a hand to her mouth.  "Oh, do pardon me
Patricia!  I don't mean to imply that you are not perfection itself!"



   I couldn't help a roar of laughter.  "Hester, I think you'll find that
Futanari don't tend toward jealousy." I may not have had any experience
aside of her lovely body, but I couldn't help thinking about Lisa smiling
and giving nodding consent for her beloved wife Pandora to "Show Off" her
guns to me after she had her baby.  All three of us knew what would happen
to Pandora as my arousal grew and I began pumping out pheromones!



   Speaking of my arousal, it sure was growing as Ginny climbed onto the
couch with me.  Spreading her legs wide, she straddled my legs.  "It's
huge!" she breathed, staring down at my shaft as it proudly pointed at the
ceiling.  She scooted forward and lifted up a little.  It wasn't enough.



   Hester giggled.  "Honey, let momma help."



   "Yes please!" her daughter said in a hushed voice as she took Hester's
hand.



   Ginny ended up standing on the couch over me, Hester steadying her as
she lowered her body down to meet me.  We both shivered in pure sensual
delight when the swollen head of my cock finally touched her tender lips.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked softly, already knowing how the
pheromone crazed young woman would answer.



   "Oh fuck, yes I am!"



   "Watch your language, young lady!" Hester snapped.  "There is no call
for a lady to use such words!"



   "Sorry mom!" Ginny stifled a laugh.  "That just slipped out!"



   "That's okay honey, just be mindful in the future." Hester proved she
had a sense of humor.  She grasped my cock and held me right at her
daughter's opening.  "Now, fuck our beautiful angel's cock, before I wash
your mouth out with soap!"



   "Mother!" Ginny laughed.  "What about being a lady?"



   "When I'm naked, with the result of my actions running down my thighs, I
hardly think that I qualify as a lady!" she suddenly grinned.  "I'm a
concubine, maybe, but not a lady, at least until I clean up and get
dressed."



   "Mother, I, um" Ginny took a shuddering breath.  "Oh damn, I can't wait
any more!" The petite beauty with one motion fell on her sword!  The head
of my cock sort of popped right into her, swiftly tearing her hymen with
one massive thrust!  We both let out squeals as she took me into her
slender body.



   "Oh, oh, I, I'm so full!" she gasped.



   "Are you hurt?" I asked softly, as Hester seemed frozen somewhere
between concern and jealousy of her daughter's impalement.



   "Yes, I, I'm okay." Her lovely brown eyes were open wide.  "It only hurt
a tiny bit, but now it feels so good!"



   I couldn't help staring at her tummy.  Good God in Heaven!  It was like
a nasty Japanese comic I had downloaded the other day by an artist known as
John K Pe-ta!  I could actually see the outline of my cock within her as it
distended her belly!  Thank Goodness the change that had caused me to grow
an eighteen inch penis also let normal women become elastic enough to
accept it within them!  I couldn't help it.  My own lusts were driving me
wild.  "You don't have all of me yet!" I proclaimed as I put my hands on
her hips.



   "Wait Patty, let me get used to, GUH!" she sort of grunted as I slammed
her down.  I felt that other little pop again, as the head of my cock
forced its way into her womb!  I pushed her down the last couple of inches
until we were pubic mound to pubic mound, my cock completely hidden from
view.



   "Now you're not a virgin any more." I said huskily as her body quivered
around me.



   "Oh, oh Patty!" she gasped.  "You're so deep in me!" she whimpered.  "I
felt my insides move around to let you in!" Ginny took a deep shuddery
breath.  "It's wonderful!  It's like you are part of me now!  I think
you're touching my heart!"



   I was hardly aware of my surroundings as I stared up at the beautiful
girl joined with me.  I knew that Hester had slipped a hand between her
legs, but even that couldn't make me stop looking at my lovely Ginny!  "It
will feel better for both of us if you move, sweetheart!"



   She leaned forward and planted her hands firmly on my breasts.  "Oh
Patty, I wish mine were as big as yours!" she whimpered as her hips began a
slow rolling motion.



   "Don't let me hear you ever say anything like that again!" I snapped. 
"You are perfect!  If anyone is an angel, it's you!"



   She gave me a heavenly smile as she began to rise and fall on my shaft.
I don't want to sound crude, but Ginny was even tighter than her mother! 
Her womb felt like a soft and toothless mouth eagerly sucking the head of
my cock as my shaft began to piston within her!



   Ginny began kneading the flesh of my breasts moaning deep in her throat
as warm milk started seeping from beneath her hands as her palms stimulated
my stiffly erect nipples.  "Oh Patty, c-can I?  I, I want to taste you
again!"



   I nodded, and she lowered herself completely onto me!  She never stopped
the movements of her hips, even as her lips closed over my right nipple. 
My hands moved over her warm smooth skin as she loved me.  I cupped her pet
little bottom, and playfully squeezed the firm cheeks as my own body began
to move.



   Instead of lifting her and pushing her back down as I urged her to
increase her efforts, I had to sort of slide her forward and back again on
my body, so my shaft would slip in and out of her.  She did her best to
accommodate my length and girth, and after a moment I went back to just
caressing her as she sort of went into a frenzy!



   Ginny rutted on me as she drank my milk!  I could hear her breathing
heavily through her nose as I began to pant with her!  I was so glad I had
been forced to wait for this!  Hester had been wonderful to lose my
virginity to, but her daughter was like heaven on Earth!  I knew that my
fluids were already seeping up into her, and I frantically hoped that even
now, one of my sperm was in search of her egg!



   "I, I'm gonna knock you up!" I said hoarsely as I felt the pressures
growing within me.



   Ginny lifted her head and looked at me.  Her eyes glowed as my milk
dribbled onto her chin.  "Yes!  Give me your baby Patty!  I want it more
than anything!"



   I grabbed her ass and went wild!  I slammed her on my cock, almost using
her as a fuck toy as I brought us both ever closer to release!  I dimly
heard a pounding on the door, but paid it no mind as my explosion grew
near!



   "Almost there!" I moaned as Ginny whimpered and panted above me.



   The lovely girl trembled, and then cried out.  "Cumming!" she screamed,
and then screamed again in wordless joy as I heard a splintering crash!



   Deep in me the pressure grew!  Her body milked and caressed as my penis
throbbed!  I was only a heartbeat away from exploding!



   "Oh dear God!" someone screamed in a voice very much like that of my
ex-husband.  "Stop it!  Stop it before it's too late!"



   I didn't care if it was God himself coming to join the fun!  I held
Ginny to me as we both writhed on the couch.  My cock jerked, and I began
pumping my seed into her fertile body!  Each beat of my heart announced
another massive jet of semen blasting out of my cock, directly into Ginny's
womb!  I filled her with warm gooey love!  My massive issue was pouring out
of her now, as my ejaculation seemed to go on and on without end!  I felt
it flowing back over my own thighs, pooling under me to soak the soft
velvet cushion.



   I had never felt this satisfied using my onahole!  Sucking my own cock
was fun, but nothing like loving Ginny!  We shivered together as we each
brought the other joy!  Before long I became aware of a commotion around
us.



   "You filthy whore!" Mark screamed shrilly as he stood over us.  "You
damn pig!  How could you go with this man thing on the eve of our wedding?"



   I wrapped my left arm around Ginny and sat up, holding her on my lap. 
"Mark, calm yourself!" I snapped, as I noticed the growing group women
beginning to remove their clothes as exposure to my pheromones inflamed
their desires.  I had no eyes for them!



   "What is the meaning of you using such language against my daughter?"
Hester demanded, just as regal as ever in nothing but her birthday suit. 
"You had best apologize immediately!"



   Four middle aged men and a teenage boy had also slipped in to see what
the commotion was about.  They sized things up immediately.  The youngest
was the first to act!  The good looking boy of about fifteen started
pulling at a matronly woman's clothes.  "Slow down, sweetheart!" she sighed
as she helped him get her out of a rather frumpy dress.  Adjusting for her
newly rolled back apparent age, the plump and pretty woman had to be near
eighty, but looked a healthy and active fifty.



   "Apologize?  Are you insane?" Mark made a very simple mistake.  He put a
hand on Ginny's shoulder!



   "Let go of me!" she cried.  "Stop pulling on me!"



   Holding tight to Ginny, I balled my right fist, and gave him an uppercut
right to what he laughingly referred to as his chin.  Down he went, like a
ton of bricks!  "Oh hell.  Sorry Hester.  I think things are getting out of
control here!"



   Hester stared down at Mark as he moaned and opened his eyes.  "Anderson,
you are fired!" Donald Trump couldn't have done it better!  "I will see you
disbarred for this!"



   I stood up, Ginny still firmly impaled on my body.  "Hester, let's get
out of here!"



   I carefully stepped around where the happy adolescent was going doggy
style on his new best friend.  Her round sexy ass quivered when he slapped
it as he plowed away.  I almost fell when I heard him cry out "Oh Grandma,
this is so hot!"



   Oops, oh well.  There would be some rather hasty explanations tomorrow!
The lusty grandson seemed to be the lucky one.  The other four guys watched
dejectedly as he enjoyed his grandmother's charms.  They were trying,
frantically fiddling with their cocks, but seemed to be having difficulty.
They were having serious trouble growing erect.  By the time they finally
started firming up a little; six horny women had lost interest in them.



   The sexy things formed a daisy chain on the restroom floor around the
madly copulating couple, and begin eating each other out.  I did hear that
sales of Viagra had skyrocketed in the days after the Dryden DNA Disaster,
as the media dubbed it.  It looked like the claims were true.  How could
anyone with a dick have trouble getting hard witnessing such an orgy?  I
still wonder if there's a correlation between the Dryden Sniffles, and the
rarely talked about growing male ED epidemic.  I'm sure someone would
figure it out.  I didn't really care much, as futanari never needed medical
aid to pop a boner!



   We made our escape.  I had a slight problem.  Have you ever tried
running while holding the delightfully squirming girl you were planted deep
inside of?  The feeling was like some exquisite torment!



   "Patty, Patty!" Ginny gasped breathlessly.  "Run faster!  Oh please, run
just a little faster!"



   I was lucky I wasn't running into the walls!  I could hardly think as my
lovely handful squirmed against me!



   "People are watching!" she moaned.  "Oh Patty, that makes it even
better!"



   I was losing all coordination!  "Oh, oh shit!  Hester, wait, I, I'm
gonna" I couldn't continue!  Shoving a waiter holding a try of champagne
glasses out of the way, I pushed Ginny against the wall!  She squealed in
pure delight as I madly thrust into her!



   I actually heard people clapping as I rammed into my lovely Ginny right
out in the dining hall!  She was so right!  Somehow, an audience made it so
much hotter!  We both cried out when as I found my peak, Ginny went right
with me!  I was blowing a load nearly as large as the last one, and people
watched as cameras flashed!



   After that, I put the flushed and panting girl down and we all ran as
best as we could with Hester only pausing long enough to page her limo
driver.



   Things settled down soon after that.  The wedding even went on as
planned.  That is except for one tiny detail.  Hester was a little jealous,
but she sighed and gave her permission for me to marry her daughter.



   Ginny made such a lovely bride!  It took every ounce of willpower I had
to keep myself under control!  Thank goodness the women guests were all
wearing their respirator masks today!  I was pitching serious wood in my
hastily rented tuxedo trousers!  I think the minister would have been very
upset if I had triggered an orgy in church!



   My lovely bride just barely made it through the ceremony herself.  She
didn't need a mask since I seemed to have succeeded in planting a baby
within her tummy.  Ginny just gritted her teeth and ignored her non-induced
arousal until I got her safely into the limousine after we both said "I
do!"



   My second marriage is a storybook fairytale compared to my first!  In
three years my beautiful bride has given my Michelle two lovely siblings.
I'm very happy to say that Paula and Kimberly take after their sire!  The
lovely darlings are futanari, just like me and Michelle!



   Pandora, with Lisa's blessing, gave me a very pretty mono-sexed daughter
we named Chastity.  We'd have to watch her when she gets older.  There's no
way she'll live up to her name once she gets a whiff of her half sibling's
pheromones!



   Hester made good on her word.  She held a press conference after the
wedding, and spoke at length of how she saw the error in the hatred she
held in her heart.  She declared that from that day forward, she would now
strive to assure equality for all women, futanari and mono-sexed.



   Weeks later she had a private conference with the president.  That
conference stretched from days into weeks, and I didn't have to worry about
her being jealous of Ginny any more.  The president and her husband parted
ways as the best of friends, and Hester made a wonderful first lady when
Cynthia Francis Greenfield entered her second term after a record breaking
landslide victory!  I can't really count their baby as mine, since the
president herself adopted the lovely futanari while she was still within
Hester's belly.  I often wonder if Fran will follow in Cynthia's footsteps,
and someday sit in the Oval Office!  I would be so proud!



   As for Mark, I hadn't given him any thought for these last three years.
He only came to mind yesterday when I happened to catch a news headline
while checking my email.  The fool had gone and gotten himself arrested.  I
guess his struggle to keep paying the support terms he had set in place
himself was just too much.



   While working one of his many part time jobs as a greeter at
Smarty-Mart, he had a bit of a psychotic break.  He saw a futanari
discreetly fucking a female sales girl in the lounge provide for just such
activities, and screamed that the futanari were filthy animals out to
replace men.  He started grabbing shoes (the lounge was near the shoe
department, apparently) and began throwing them at the busy couple!



   I blame myself.  If I had thought of it, I would have cancelled his
alimony payments.  He could have gotten by with just two part time jobs
then.  Those payments had just been piling up in my old unused account
after all, as he struggled to make them.  Having an extremely wealthy First
Lady for a mother-in-law had made that account unnecessary.  Oh well.  They
charged him with a hate crime, and due to the surveillance video capturing
the altercation, Mark will most likely be convicted.  When he gets out in
ten years I'll try and remember to turn the account over to him.