Tsunami Pussy (Futa/Female, Masturbation, Excessive Cum)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

Commissioned by KC55.

Kasey is a futa, though she's kept it hidden. It hasn't been very easy, what with her overly prolific orgasms and what not. But she's managed to keep the secret for 22 years thus far.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Kasey! Happy birthday to you!”

Kasey beamed at the tablet screen, where her family gathered into frame. Her mom and dad, little brother and baby sister, even her dishevelled grandma squeezed into the picture. They clapped and cheered as she blew out the candle on the cake they’d sent her. Madeira with extra frosting and an abundance of cream at the centre. Her favourite.

“What’d you wish for?” Her brother, Mike, demanded, young face alight with curiosity.

“Not telling,” Kasey teased.

“Sorry we couldn’t be there,” Ashleigh, her mom, said.

“You’ll just have to make it up to me at Christmas.”

“Aye, that we will,” Greg, her dad, said. She inherited a lot from him, from her scarlet hair to her strong figure. In the corner of her screen, Kasey saw her own video feed. She didn’t look twenty-two, but who did?

“Ka-sey,” Mona, the tiny child of her family, said and giggled when her mom tickled her as a reward, baring her toothless grin.

“She misses you, sweetie,” Ashleigh said, “We all do.”

“You’d better get some good grades out there,” her dad contrasted, square jaw locked into a strict expression. It broke at a slight jab from his wife, “And make friends, of course.”

“And bring me back some toys!” Mike exclaimed.

“I will,” Kasey chuckled. Someone knocked on her door, “I’ve got a test to study for. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Right. Study,” Greg said dryly, “Code for boys.”

“Oh, leave her alone. She’s not that type of girl. Right?” Ashleigh levelled her stern gaze on the college student, stormy eyes unwavering as they attempted to dig into her soul.

“Right. Bye,” Kasey closed the app, “Come in!” Through her door, stepped Grace, a tall athlete on a track scholarship. She flopped atop her bed, wheezing from her morning run.

“Happy birthday,” Grace said and dabbed at her face with a towel. As usual, her exercise left her skin coated in a dull sheen of sweat, its scent pronounced against the fresh lime of Kasey’s shampoo, and forced Kasey to avert her gaze. The runner’s chest heaved with her laboured breaths, each inhale announcing her plentiful bust and cleavage to the world.

“Thanks,” Kasey busied herself with searching through her notebooks, “How was your run?”

“Pretty good, I guess,” Grace shrugged and leaned back, sighing as her legs spread open. Her shorts opened to let air circulate, and, unknowingly, bombard Kasey with the scent of her roommates sex.

“Cool,” Kasey said. She breathed through her mouth. A flicker of heat sparked beneath her skin, warming her stomach and spreading through her veins. Her legs lurched at the brush of her cock against her thigh, sending a tingle past her balls, into the lush mound of her vagina. Dampness welled up soon after, darkening her sweatpants.

“I’ll, uh, be right back,” Kasey stood and rushed out into the dorm halls. Her room resided at the end, furthest from the stairwell and elevators. She hurried to them, each step bringing her attention back to the overflowing moisture coursing down her thighs. Her pants, once dull grey, had turned near-black and clung tight to her skin. The futa glanced back and saw a trail of her fluids on the carpet. She hastened her steps.

The shared facilities stood on the ground floor, beneath the three floors of college students. The kitchen, toilets, showers and rec room all bore the brunt of frustrations of dozens of students, each tasked with succeeding to justify their debt. Self-destruction lurked at the corners of every mind in that building. Except one.

Kasey’s mind dwelled on the pleasant, horrifying sensation of her pussy letting down. She paused in front of the showers door, listening for any activity within. None. The futa glanced down at herself. Her crotch rose in a long tent, the damp fabric strained by her erection. The tip bulged and sank as her member throbbed, gushing pre-cum to mix with her waterfall-pussy. And those were the start.

She stepped inside, leaving a deep puddle of her aromatic juices behind, and staggered to a shower stall. Once inside, she kicked off her pants, turned the cold water on high and yelped as it hurtled upon her. The icy shards broke apart on her skin, their touch chased away the desire. Her cock twitched and jettisoned pre faster, blasting the stall w

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