Jeanne's Blog Posts

When I say the word “Futanari” I'm sure that most of you have this idea in your head of a tall, beautiful person with a muscular body and an hour-glass figure, tits that would make basketballs jealous and a slab of meat between her legs that would put a horse to shame.

In nearly every aspect, I'm none of those things.

I'm short, barely over 5 feet tall as it happens. I'm so skinny that people have compared me to a stick, with no bust or hips worth mentioning. And the best I can hope for is to described as “plain.” But I have one single redeeming feature and it hangs between my skinny little twig legs.

Soft, it looks like a pretty average dick. Albeit resting above unmistakable slit of a vagina, it wouldn't look out of place on the vast majority of guys. Although it doesn't come with the usual set of balls, the people that have seen it have universally expressed disappointment.

But when hard, that's when things change. It changes from a skinny, little wrinkly floppy thing to 18 inches of rock-hard 4 inch thick prime breeding meat, topped off with a purple head the size of a grapefruit.

The reason why I'm bringing all of this up is to provide some context as to why my college life is difficult. You see, I'm trying really, really hard not to do what I did in highschool and turn the place into a giant orgy with me at the center. I'm actually trying to build a future for myself beyond screwing masses of women silly. The problem is that I have an insane sex drive and I am constantly surrounded by a huge number of young women, girls really, that have bodies that are in their absolute prime and are practically shouting their fertility and their need to get fucked in every possible way and in every possible hole and here I am in the middle of them trying my best to go against all of my instincts and not go around knocking every single one of them up.

But its hard, (in more ways than one) to do what I need to do without screwing things up by screwing people hard. I masturbate sure, at least 3 times during the morning, another 3 or 4 times in between each class and then at least 5 more times during the evening. While I may be able to use a few handfuls of precum as lube while sucking my own dick, it isn't the same as having a wet and twitching pussy wrapped around my dick and I need something more without letting anyone know what I'm having to deal with. If I could figure out a way to get off during class, it would make my life so much easier.

And I know that it seems like I masturbate a lot, and that's because I do. But the scent all of these lovely ladies give off without realizing sends a red-hot spike into my hindbrain and limiting myself to so few orgasms during the day is actually torture.

I desperately need to find something that can help relieve the pressure.

I want to talk about the principle of my old high school and his family, because what I did, I feel really badly about, but have no idea what to do about it.

You see, my old principle had a nice little family of himself, his wife and their three daughters and I completely ruined it for them.

I was in the same grade as Christine, the middle daughter, and in many of the same classes. It didn't take long for Christine to notice my frequent absences and being a kind girl wanted to know if everything was alright and if she could do anything to help. It took a bit of persuading but I eventually showed her the problem and tried my best to explain why it was so hard for me to concentrate. She then decided that she could help me and she became my first... everything.

Our first time together didn't take long. We met in a park in the morning, I wore a long dress, mostly because it was the only thing I had with enough room to conceal what I had. She wore a short skirt that left very little to the imagination. I found out that she didn't have anything under her skirt when she bent over in front of me. I wanted to jump her right there, but she made me wait until we were in a more private area. When we finally arrived she had teased or flashed me several more times and I had a tent in my dress that must've been visible from the moon.

When we finally arrived at the place, the entire front of my dress was completely soaked from the steady stream of precum that had resulted from a few teasing touches and from when she flashed me. Without even waiting to take any clothes off, she bent over and leaned against a tree, giving me a prolonged look at the shape of her ass and the soaked lips of her womanhood and said “Well? I've been waiting for too damn long, put it in me already” With a shaky nod I stripped off my dress

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