Shutterbug (futa on fem, size, excessive cum)

I will be updating the first page from now on, so anyone that want to read the story can do it more easily. Comments are always welcome, even if suggestions are not always followed.

Freshman Year

Night in the suburbs was boring, as far as she was concerned. Everything was boring in the suburbs as far as she was concerned. Everything, that is, except her neighbor’s bedroom. That was hours of entertainment and naughty fun. Currently she watched through the night vision lens of her camera as her beautiful, popular neighbor went down on her boyfriend. She panted softly as she dialed up the resolution, zooming in on the pretty black teenager swallowing the shaft of her latest in a long, long line of conquests. This was Zakhiya Philips, Zak to her friends, and she was the photographer’s hated tormentor. Very tall, 6’5” possibly, the teenager was the most popular girl in the freshman class. She had the boys all wrapped around her little finger with her womanly curves and pouty lips. Zakhiya was at the very least a DD cup, with the standard ghetto booty her race was revered for, and the strong thighs and calves of a cheerleader.

Her observer, on the other hand, was not popular. In fact, it was very hard to get any less popular than Phoebe Smith. She was not tall, barely five feet, and even the gigantic stompy boots she always wore did little to hide that fact. She did not have Zak’s physique either, which contributed to the hours of teasing and verbal abuse that rained on her daily from her loose neighbor. Phoebe was plump, not to say fat, just…plump. In that way that only a society raised on such ideals as Kate Moss and Angelina Jolie could possibly call anything but womanly and attractive. Phoebe loved her body, she had curves in all the right places- especially her chest, which at a G cup made Zak’s look tiny-and she was well within the median weight for a girl her age and height. Possibly her image was due to her method of dress, namely the baggier the better. Oversized jeans, baggy shirts, and floppy hats to hide her fire red hair. Her hair positively screamed dyke, buzzed except for a single strip down the middle that she combed to fall to the side and down. She thought it looked hot…her classmates thought she licked box. And so what if she did?! Nothing wrong with it…nothing at all. Phoebe would very much like to do just that, with as many women as possible…except she was far too shy to ever pursue it.

The reason for her shyness was currently in her hand, and though she would never admit it to anyone outside her family, it was her favorite part of her body. Phoebe was one of a number of girls that had emerged in the last twenty