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Today was pretty humdrum. Eddie and I were lounging around the house on a Thursday afternoon watching Hulu while Dad and Mom were at work. Around one o’clock there came a knock at the door. After losing a quick game of rock-paper-scissors, Eddie got up and headed to the front door.

“Hey, there!” I heard a familiar voice say. “Is Carter here? I think I have the right house.”

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie said. “Hold on one second.” My 13-year-old brother dashed back into the living room with a wide-eyed expression and hissed, “There’s some hot chick at the door for you!”

I sat up in the armchair as my interest was piqued. I walked out of the living room leaving Eddie behind. When I got to the front door, I was greeted by the sight of a beautiful woman with long, jet black hair who was carrying a purse. She was wearing flare heels, sunglasses, and sky-blue V-line dress.

“Hey, Cressida,” I said.

“Ah, there you are!” Cressida said as she walked into the house and planted kisses on both of my cheeks. “Was that your younger brother? He’s adorable! How are you?”

“Good. I’m surprised to see you here,” I said as I closed the door behind her.

“Very nice house! No wonder Tay-Tay likes to come here; it’s so cozy.”

That was high praise from someone who lived in a mansion. Cressida was the older sister of my friend Taylor, and their family was very wealthy, living on a large estate about half an hour north of my neighborhood. Taylor’s bedroom was about the size of my room and Eddie’s combined.

Although, Cressida didn’t really live at the mansion; she was only visiting her family for the summer. She had some huge job in Marketing that paid very well, as evidenced by the nice luxury sedan that she had parked in our driveway.

“Hey, is there somewhere we can talk in private?” Cressida asked me. “I have something that I want to talk to you about.”

“Um, yeah, we can go out on the porch out back,” I offered.

“Perfect! Lead the way.”

I had to fight a smile seeing the look of slack-jawed awe that Eddie was giving me as I led the 26-year-old hottie through our house. We both went to the back porch. I flicked on the AC unit, and we sat down on two of the cushioned patio chairs. Last year, my dad had done a project where he had enclosed our back porch to make it bearable for the summer and winter months. There was even a mini fridge and a 55-inch flatscreen TV mounted on the wall.

“Can I get you a drink?” I offered, grabbing a bottled water.

“I’ll take one of those waters,” Cressida said.

I didn’t realize how much of a treat it would be to see Cressida drink from a bottle of water. The way those perfect, crimson lips of hers puckered around the top of the bottle had me extremely envious of the bottle. I saw a stray drop of water slide down her cheek and meander into the large crevasse of her cleavage.

“So, I’ve been having one hell of a week since we last saw each other,” she told me as she put down her bottle.

“I bet. How was that Spanish chick from the Japanese restaurant?”

“Tastier than our lunch, believe me. She begged me for seconds.”

We both chuckled at Cressida’s double-entendre. For a moment, it felt like I was joking with Taylor. Then Cressida regained her composure and continued.

“So, last night, I was having an incredibly fun night with a pair of ladies I met at the country club. We hit it off, so we went back to their place for several rounds. I was hoping for some fun this morning, but I…couldn’t rise to the occasion.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

Cressida was a futanari, as was the rest of her family. I had discovered this secret a few months ago when Taylor had invited me over to her house for the first time. Cressida had been plagued with erectile dysfunction, but, last week, her drought had come to an end.

“So, I tried thinking about what got me so hard in the first place, and I’ve been working on a theory: you.”

“Me?”

“For some reason, you’re able to get my blood pumping down there. I’m not sure why, but I’d like to test my theory out.” She stood up and beckoned me over with her index finger. “Come over here.”

I obeyed her immediately. Once we were standing face-to-face, she took my hand and put it to her crotch. Even though she was wearing a dress, I could still feel the slumbering beef between her legs. Without prompting, I began to gently caress her loins.

“Look me in the eye, Carter,” she murmured.

I gazed into the steel-blue jewels that she called eyes. Many times, I had wondered why the hell Cressida didn’t become a model. She was letting out low moans, and her labored breathing was making those large breasts of hers heave. As much as I wanted to stare at her rack, I dared not to disobey my sex friend. I then felt something twitching against my hand.

“Fuck, that was quick!” Cressida hissed as she looked down.

I gave a fearful glance to all directions, hoping that no one had seen what we were doing. Cressida stepped back, marveling at istanbul travesti the growing lump in her crotch. I looked down to see a lump forming in my shorts as well.

“Well, guess that confirms my theory,” Cressida said, chuckling as she used her hand to fan herself. “I’ll cut to the chase: I’m meeting a friend of mine for a date tomorrow. We’re going out for a bit, and then I’m going to her hotel room to fuck the shit out of her. I want you to be my fluffer.”

“Um…sure.”

“Great! So, I’ll pick you up Saturday morning, and we should be back in town Sunday evening. Sound good?”

“Great, but what do I tell my parents? I don’t think that they’re going to be on board with me going to a hotel with a grown-ass woman.”

“Just tell them you went to sleep over at a friend’s house.”

I pondered it for a minute. “I think that I can pull that off.”

After we exchanged phone numbers, Cressida then reached into her purse and pulled out a small envelope. She came over and put the envelope into my pocket. She smiled when she noticed my boner.

“I’ll call you with more details, okay?”

She gave me an extra-long kiss on the cheek and then spun around. I was treated to the sight of her onion booty undulating as she walked back into the house. I followed her slowly, trying desperately to calm the roiling serpent in my loins.

Eddie passed us in the hallway, stunned as I was at the sight of Cressida strutting out of the house. Cressida put her sunglasses on and playfully patted Eddie on the cheek.

“Nice to meet you, hon,” she said before exiting the house.

“Dude,” Eddie said. “Who was that?”

“That’s Taylor’s other sister, Cressida.”

“How many more hot sisters does she have?!?”

“As far as I know, that’s it,” I told him.

I went upstairs to my room, trying to think of how to successfully find an alibi for spending the weekend with Cressida. I sighed and pulled out the envelope that Cressida had put in my pocket before she had left. My eyes widened after opening it to find a bunch of 50-dollar bills. I counted it three times; there was $1,000 inside.

After packing a suitcase, I drove over to my friend Tim’s house, asking if I could have a fake sleepover at his house. He was one of my more rebellious friends, so he instantly agreed. I sealed the deal by giving him an envelope containing $300 of the grand that I had just received.

I got permission for the sleepover via a conference call with both of my parents. The next morning, Cressida picked me up and we headed for the hotel. When we pulled up to the entrance and Cressida handed her keys to the valet, I realized that this was not like any hotel that I had ever visited.

This place was luxurious in every sense of the word. This wasn’t a hotel that people got into on a discount through some website; every person in this hotel was obviously well-off. Even the small children that I saw in the lobby were wearing designer clothing.

Some porters took our bags and put them on a cart, following us inside as we checked in. The receptionist gave us each a room key that we were to keep on our person at all times so that they would know that we were guests of the hotel. We then headed to our room, Cressida tipped the porters, and then sent them away.

“Okay, well, I’m off to meet my special friend,” she told me. “Feel free to order room service; the room is linked to my credit card.” She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and said, “Wish me luck!”

After she hurried out of the room, I watched some television and then went out to explore the grounds. This hotel was really choice. I spent a few hours at the pool, had possibly the best gourmet burger that I had ever eaten for lunch, and then enjoyed several spa treatments. I met some nice people at the fitness center, and we shared dinner and did some karaoke. I enjoyed a peach cobbler and some ice cream in the hotel room before showering and then calling it a night.

I was awoken the next morning by the sound of a running shower. I rolled out of bed, went into the bathroom, and saw Cressida bathing herself. She saw me approach and turned off the water.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said as she opened the foggy glass door. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” I lied, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “I just wanted to see how your date went.”

“UGH! It was…FUCKING AWESOME!” Cressida said while grabbing a towel. “First we had lunch, and then we met up with some mutual friends, then dinner, and then…well, you can probably guess the rest.”

“I could…but I’d love to hear the details,” I told her.

“Sure! We’ll order some breakfast from room service before we check out,” she said. “I’m going to get dressed.”

We then turned our heads in the direction of the bedroom when we heard a knock at the door.

“It’s kind of early for the cleaning crew, right?” I asked. “I’ll go tell them that we’re not ready for them yet.”

I exited the bathroom and made it to the front door. I opened it expecting to find travesti istanbul some housekeeper with a cleaning cart, but instead found myself face-to-face with a beautiful young woman. She was slim, had strawberry-blonde hair tied up in a bun, and was dressed in a women’s business suit.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said. “I think I might have the wrong room. I was looking for a friend of mine.”

“Lindsay?”

I turned around when heard Cressida’s voice behind me. She was standing by the bed wearing a bathrobe. When the woman peered through the crack in the door she smiled.

“There you are!”

I opened the door and stepped aside to allow the two women to meet and embrace each other. They were squealing with glee like a couple of schoolgirls.

“What are you doing here?” Cressida asked her. “I thought you had to leave for Tempe for that conference.”

“I cancelled it,” the woman said. She turned to me and asked, “Who’s your friend?”

“This is my friend Carter. Carter, this is Lindsay, my special friend that I told you about.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said, holding out my hand.

“Oh, he looks tasty,” Lindsay said, grinning widely as she shook my hand. “I could eat him right up!”

“I thought you ate enough last night,” Cressida said with an overtly suggestive tone.

“Apparently not,” Lindsay said. “I really wish you had stayed the night; I’m so fucking wet right now.”

“That’s why you cancelled your trip?”

“Mmhmm.” Linsday took off her jacket and threw it to the floor. “Cressida, I want you. Don’t make me beg. Give it to me.”

Cressida responded by undoing the belt of her robe and letting it fall from her body. Her penis was rock hard and pointed straight at Lindsay. I watched with delight as the two women embraced each other and started making out. Emily stepped out of her shoes and stroked Cressida’s cock while the raven-haired futa helped her undress. In a matter of mere minutes, all of Lindsay’s clothing was in a heap on the floor.

I couldn’t believe my luck. Only a week ago, I had enjoyed a threesome with Cressida and her younger sister Emily. Another glorious opportunity had just presented itself.

I quickly relieved myself of my shirt and boxers. Lindsay seemed to sense my movements, and she cracked an eye to see what was going on. Apparently, she liked what she saw because it distracted her from making out with Cressida.

“Look at you!” Lindsay exclaimed. “You’re lucky, Cressida. He sure is handsome.”

“I agree,” Cressida purred into her ear. “But you’re mine.”

“Come on, don’t be greedy. Besides, I’ve been dying for some DP action.”

That seemed to surprise Cressida because she pulled her face away from Lindsay and exclaimed, “Really?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Cressida looked at me with a smile and said, “Carter, you’re up.”

“I sure am,” I said, walking over while stroking my erection.

I joined the two of them and we became a writhing mass of naked, kissing, and licking flesh. It felt amazing kissing two sets of lips, having four female hands touching my entire body, and being able to touch two different female bodies without restriction.

Lindsay had a nice body. Her skin was so smooth, and less tan than Cressida’s. She had small, apple-sized breasts compared to Cressida’s melons. Though she had a small, perky butt, it still felt great when I squeezed it.

Lindsay then broke away from the both of us, pulled the two bob pins out of her hair, and shook it loose. She then dropped to her knees and crawled closer to us. Eagerly, she grabbed my dick and Cressida’s and started to stroke us off. She smiled up at the both of us before she took Cressida into her mouth.

I looked over to see Cressida’s face light up with the goofiest grin. She stamped her foot madly as Lindsay sucked her cock. Even though I was only getting a handjob, it still got me hot hearing all of the moaning and loud slurping sounds that Lindsay was making.

I noticed that Cressida was having a very hard time remaining on her feet. Lindsay was lavishing her cock with the sexiest licks and kisses. There came a few times where she would take the entirely of Cressida’s male parts into her mouth, cock and balls. With the deepthroating, Lindsay would make this guttural choking sound that had me both concerned and aroused.

Just when it seemed that Cressida was going to blow, Lindsay turned her attentions to me. I thought that I would be prepared for Lindsay, but I was wrong. It was hot getting a blowjob from a woman that I had just met, but Lindsay was definitely teaching me some new things. When I looked into her eyes, she had a look of pure hunger that kind of scared me. When she did her patented trick of gagging on my dick and balls, I thought for a fleeting moment that she would either suffocate or eat my genitals whole.

I whimpered as I clutched her head. She relinquished my balls, but then proceeded to suck on my shaft so hard that I thought she was going to drain all of my internal organs. Thankfully, istanbul travestileri she sensed that I was near my breaking point and took me out of her mouth.

“How was that, honey?” Lindsay asked me. Her eyes were a bit red, and her mascara was running.

“Whew! That was incredible!” I told her.

“You gonna be okay?”

“I sure hope so.”

“Enough talking,” Cressida snarled as she reached down and grabbed Lindsay by the upper arm and pulled her to her feet.

Lindsay giggled with anticipation as Cressida dragged her over to the bed and threw her onto it. She quickly dove on top of Lindsay, forced her legs open, and drove her spear into her waiting snatch. Cressida let out a roar, Lindsay a squeal, and the two began to copulate in earnest.

“Oooh, yeah!” Cressida grunted. “Spread that pussy open for me, or I’ll do it myself!”

“Yeah, I missed this so much!” Lindsay giggled as she wrapped her legs around Cressida’s waist.

I hopped into the bed, making sure to give the two of them a wide berth while being close enough to enjoy the view up close. Cressida was thrusting madly into her lover, a mad look upon her face. Lindsay looked like she was having the time of her life, moaning, and playing with Cressida’s large tits like a kitten playing with two big balls of yarn.

“Yeah, I love having this big futanari cock shoved up my little pussy!” Lindsay grunted. “So good that I had to come back for seconds!”

“God, you’re so wet! I didn’t even have to lick your pussy to get you warmed up!”

Lindsay looked as though she were about to reply, but she closed her eyes and let out a wail. She was clearly overwhelmed by the feeling of having Cressida inside of her. I stroked myself while sitting up against the headboard and continuing to watch them.

I then noticed a certain funky smell in the air. It wasn’t too offensive, but it did smell like sweaty flesh, sugar, and strawberries. I knew it was coming from Cressida; futanari put out powerful pheromones when they were sexually aroused. The pheromones served to both increase attraction and to lower inhibitions. Right now, they were working well on me.

Before, I was trying patiently for Cressida to nut so that I could have my turn with Lindsay, but her pheromones were raising my ardor. I crawled over, lie down near Lindsay, and put my lips to hers. She hummed with delight as she allowed my tongue to enter her mouth. I let out a muffled yelp as I felt some rough fingers yanking my hair upwards. I found myself pulled away from my new friend and face-to-face with an irritated and horny Cressida.

“The fuck are you doing!?!” Cressida snarled at me. “She’s mine!”

The old Carter would have simply obeyed. The new Carter, fueled by the futanari pheromones and teenage lust, wasn’t going to back down so easily. I reached behind her head, grabbed her by the hair and snarled back at her.

“Hurry up and cum, you big titty monster!”

Cressida’s eyes bulged and she burst into laughter. I thought my little outburst would either scare or arouse her, but she seemed to find it amusing.

“Looks like my fluffer’s grown some balls!” Cressida chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn.”

We let go of each other’s hair and I backed off so that I could let Cressida resume her fucking. Part of me was growing impatient, but the other part of me felt proud that Cressida had somewhat overcome her ED. I was even more glad that I seemed to be the catalyst for her recent improvement.

Cressida let out a pained wail; I could tell that she was nearing her peak. She dove down and feasted upon Lindsay’s neck. Lindsay clutched her close to her body as she continued to get pounded. A few minutes later, the two beauties cried out in unison as they climaxed.

“Oh, yeah! Oh, that was even better than last night!” Lindsay said.

“So good,” Cressida said as she kissed Lindsay on the lips. “You’re perfect.”

Cressida got off of Lindsay, leaving a long strand of cum that momentarily connected their loins for a couple of seconds. Lindsay rolled off the bed and snatched a tissue from the nightstand, trying her best to intercept the torrent of cum that was coming out of her pussy.

“Cressida, let me wash up really quick before we go again,” she said as she hurried to the bathroom.

Cressida was lying on her back, her dick still dripping with love juices. She looked so beautiful, even with that tired expression on her face. Even though she was covered in cum and perspiration, she looked every bit the goddess.

“Hope you don’t mind sloppy seconds,” she said to me.

“I’ll just be glad to get some pussy during this trip,” I said. “Lindsay is amazing!”

“She sure is. We met about 6 years ago at a conference in Hawaii. She loves the dick, especially futanari dick. She’s probably one of the few females who can really satisfy me.”

Another wild idea popped into my head. Instead of waiting for Lindsay to arrive, I crawled over and got on top of Cressida. I reached down with my right hand and played with her balls while fondling her breast with my left.

“What is going on with you?” Cressida giggled. “I think I might have corrupted you or something.”

“You sure have,” I said. “You and Emily.”

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