PrefaceSo just because I wanted to fuck a shemale, Stacey suddenly grew a cock "because it was winter time." Don't ask. We really didn't delve that deeply into the storyline behind it. We were too interested in getting straight to the action.
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A Futa Stacey Fucks Vixxen
Vixxen stiffened slightly at the touch. She was no prude--no where near--and she'd been with her fair share of women before, but this... This was something entirely different. Never had she seen a woman with a cock before, and though it piqued her interest, she wasn't so sure just how comfortable she was with it yet. Good lord, what would her friends back home think if they found out about this? She'd never live it down. And as if the strange phenomenon with Zuriel last night wasn't enough to have rattled her, now his "lady friend" shows up and she's... Well... Not entirely a lady. Clearing her throat, feeling completely out of her element now, Vixxen shifts from one foot to another, trying to keep her eyes to the floor, though they kept drifting back to Stacy's curvaceous form and the immense cock hanging between her legs, "I...um...this is uh...unexpected. And, well...quite frankly new to me. I'm not sure how to react."
Stacey giggled with a lick to her lips, shaking her head before she dropped to one knee. She watched as those blue eyes focused on what was between her thighs, the thick meat just hanging there. "Maybe you should stop thinking for once..." Slender fingers untied your boot laces one by one, pulling them off one at a time to make sure the blond bombshell didn't lose her balance. After the boots were off, she rose to her own bare feet, taking your hand in hers. "Zuriel said he had something set up for us. Shall we go see?"
Vixxen awkwardly and uncomfortably watched you kneel down to slip off her boots. To keep her balance, she braced a hand on your slim shoulder, noting just how different your skin and frame felt to the touch compared to Zuriel's. She watched wordlessly, finding it ironic that Z made her put her boots back on last night and now the first thing you did was remove them. The wooden floor was chilly under her bare feet and she shivered a bit standing there still naked after having slept in the nude from the night before. Had she known Z had expected a guest, she would have dressed, but it seems that would have been a moot point, anyhow. Your dainty hand laced with her own and she glanced at them hanging between both your hips, then nodded in response to your question. "Lead on, I guess. What have I got to lose except my dignity?"
Stacey snickered at your comments, not really caring about that considering there was no one else here to lose your dignity to, no audience to watch. Slowly she turned and walked out the doors, pulling you along out into the sun and the trees as she lead you out into the forest around the cabin. She made sure to pull you up beside her to watch how you walked as she led you through the land, the sea coming into view with something else marring the landscape: a cold stone table sitting in the middle of the forest with no one else around to see. She lifted her hand under your ass cheek and squeezed. "Dignity? Honey, you have no idea what it means to lose it, especially with no one else watching."
Vixxen stepped onto the porch behind you with the grass squishing under her feet shortly after. The wind blew and a chill kissed her skin making her nipples perk right up into tight little buds on her breasts, swaying with each step she took. The sun felt nice on her bare skin and she inhaled the fresh air that she never seemed to get enough of when she came here. Wondering just where you were leading her, she followed along more complacently than she ever had with Zuriel, possibly because she was was so curious, or maybe it was because she was so stunned she couldn't find the will to argue or resist this madness. When you arrived at the stone, she stopped short and appraised it with a wary eye. "This looks like some sacrificial altar in a horror movie. Just what are you planning to do? Murder me to some demon lord you worship?" She was kidding--kind of--but her joking ended when she felt those dainty fingers cupping her naked ass cheek with a squeeze. Though she didn't move, she felt the familiar rush of sexuality spread through body and she realized that yes, she wanted this...very much. She wasn't sure what your comment meant, but she thought she understood the meaning and, realizing no one was here to see anyhow, except maybe Zuriel somewhere, she shrugged and said, "Yeah. Ok. What the hell..."
Vixxen sucked in a soft gasp of air at the blatant caress her her nipple. She was still baffled that there were no formalities, no niceties, no 'getting to know yous' before you started touching her naked body like the two of you had done this a dozen times before. It was that certainty, that confidence you displayed, that intrigued her and turned her on despite the oddity of the situation. She loved confident women, and you were certainly confident in your actions, not taking no for an answer--not even expecting or wanting an answer--just assuming that this was going to happen, regardless. The rough shove against the table did flare her anger to life, though. She was already willing--there was no need to get so rough--so when her hands collided with the cold stone, she turned around with her mouth already open, brows furled in a scowl, "Hey..!" It was a good thing she had braced herself on the table because the next thing she knew, you had one of her legs wrapped in your grip, lifting her knee beside her left hand to brace it on the table as well. "What in the hell..?" Again, her complaints were cut short, the press of your hips against her ass sliding the thick wad of meat between her leg stifling her more effectively than any gag ever could. Her jaw dropped even wider and she thought to herself, 'Holy shit!!' feeling the sheer size of your cock gliding against her nethers. Still looking at you over her shoulder, her mouth worked like a fish out of water, though she couldn't seem to find the words she wanted. "You can't... Oh god, no..."
Vixxen realized her pleas and bargaining were being ignored and, honestly, she didn't really want to stop. She was just afraid that monstrosity was going to rip her in half. Her legs never moved more than an inch before you'd clamped your hands around the tops of them, pinning her in place, and though she was strong and could have fought you, in her heart she wanted to feel the big cock filling her up, feel the press of your breasts against hers while you were inside of her, fucking her. So she lay back and watched the wide tip of that cock pressing against her tight entrance, feeling the push and knowing--oh shit--it was not going to fit. No way, no how.. But your fingers curled around her thighs pulling her toward you as you pushed forward with that beautiful, round ass, forcing it in, spreading her entrance so that it fit snugly around that shaft. The discomfort hit her and her head hit the stone with a hiss of air through clenched teeth and a sharp grunt of pain. Her own hands were wrapped around the undersides of her thighs and she dug her nails into her own flesh to draw her attention elsewhere for a moment. "F-f-fuck.. Stacey, I'm telling you... It won't fit..." She was watching your face, waiting for you to acknowledge her words, but the only response she got was an evil smirk as you spat into your hand and rubbed it on the head of your cock. With another press of lubed skin, you went deeper and again she writhed on the stone, this time with a cry like she'd been stabbed. "Ah! Fuck! No more... no more!" Even as she begged you to stop, you forced another inch and another into her tight walls, stretching her uncomfortably wide. It hurt. It was ungodly painful. And yet she was so turned on, so aroused, that her honey started to flow over your shaft, getting it even more lubed than your spit had, and now it began to really slide into her with every hard press of your hips.
Vixxen kept wanting to protest, to cry out in exquisite pain, but her words were silenced with the slip of a dainty finger pressed to her lips and gliding into her mouth. She couldn't help but find the action highly erotic, as though it were symbolic of the strange cock forcing her walls open. Grazing her teeth over the tip, she suckled on the digit, drawing it into her mouth with a pull of her lips, having both her cunt and her mouth filled at the same time. Peering at you past your finger, she listened to you speak again, at first wondering what the hell you were talking about and discounting it as the raving of someone addled with lust. The wet squelching of her cunt around your cock muffled some when you shifted and finally (oh dear god, so full!) bottomed out inside of her, the last incredibly thick inch of your base pushing those tight walls impossibly wide and she grunted on a heavy sigh, her eyes closing to absorb the pain and relish the wonderful feel of being so deliciously full. Her lashes flit open and her blue eyes turned back to your face, watching your lush red lips as you spoke again...and when the words hit her, when they penetrated her sex-fogged brain, her heart leaped and she gasped, the word 'what..?' tangling on her lips around your finger as it slipped from her mouth. She tried to focus on the importance of those words, to cling to them, but it was so difficult with you fucking her. It tumbled in her head, and once the shock lifted, she smiled dreamily and closed her eyes, letting the amazement and pleasure overtake her senses completely.
Stacey purred at the words spilling from your lips, but she was not going to make you ask permission like Zuriel might have. There was nothing but the feel of her lifting your face from the table by a pull of your wound hair, drawing you up after having kicked your feet apart to spread those legs and stuff that pink hole deep. It wasn't that she was strong or forceful; she just took what she wanted. And with her dick being as large as it was, it only ensured that after the first slide of her girth between some lucky girl's lips, she would melt and shake herself apart wanting it. Looking down to watch your ass, she kept her eyes trained, holding your wrists still in one dainty hand clutching them firmly. The hold she had on your raised body sent waves of pleasure through you with the hard slam of that cock bottoming out, the feel of her engorged balls slapping just as hard as the rest of her length had. "I know you are. Nnnn... I can feel your pussy sucking...me...uuhh..." There were no commands; only the heat of that shaft spearing you wide and pulling back kept your nerves on fire from the feel of that massive girth pushing through you. The head of her dick pumped in harder, searching for that liquid release she knew was building in there, her own tummy feeling tight as her balls started to lift with every wild slam of her body crashing into you. "Nnn...delicious. I knew it!"