1 Movie Night

by Stayrr

You Knew What.

186. Haunted By The Futa Ghost

Haunted by the Futa Ghost Chapter 1: Virgin Taken by the Futa Ghost

Haunted by the Futa Ghost

Chapter One: Virgin Taken by the Futa Ghost

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Female/Teen female, Teen female Masturbation, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, Ghost, Oral Sex, Teacher/Student, Sex Toy, Voyeurism, Virgin

I ran through the dark forest, branches reaching for my long hair, my heart hammering in my chest. This place was cursed. Yokai and Onryō stalked between the tangle of trees and maze of roots bursting out of the broken, folded ground.

"Mitsuko-hime," I called, my words swallowed by the dark trees. "Please, Mitsuko-hime, don't do this. I'm sorry."

Everything had gone so wrong today. It was supposed to be magical. I had done it. I had contacted the great kami Hangetsu, and I had been transformed beyond a mere woman. A cock. I had done it. I had achieved what we needed to be together. My princess and I could be together.

Branches tore at my red hakama and white haori. I gasped, one of my red ribbons ripped out of my black hair. My heart thudded more and more as I pressed through the woods, following my heart, letting it lead me through this place of death, Jigoku bleeding into the real world.

She was close. My princess.

I burst past the large rock and stopped. I gazed at the mighty pine tree rising before me. My eyes widened in grief at what hung from its limb. I clutched my hands to my breasts, pressing my haori and kimono tight against my bosom as I fell to my knees.

"No," I cried out in grief and regret. "No, Ōjo-sama!" Tears fell from my eyes as shame overwhelmed me. I had failed her.500 years later…

Yoshiko Stenet walked down the street towards her school, the Redwood Academy, the warm, California sun shining down on her glossy-black hair. She had her mother's hair, the fine, blue-black silk of the Japanese, spilling about her shoulders and framing her face. It was round, the skin a light-olive, her cheekbones delicate. But it was her eyes that were most unusual. Caucasian eyes, gifts from her father's family along with her buxom chest. Her eyes were round and blue, giving her face an even more exotic cast.

Earbuds in, she nodded her head to the beat of K-Pop playing from her phone, streaming off a Pandora station as she walked down the street. She loved Korean pop music even if she couldn't understand the words. It was so upbeat and cheery most of the times, giving her a light step. Girls Generation played, a chorus of eleven or more members of the idol group singing.

Her shoes smacked on the sidewalk as she shuffled along to the beat of the song. Listening to the music made going to school slightly bearable. She really, really didn't want to go to school today, and she was trying not to think of the reason, losing herself to her music.

The half-Japanese schoolgirl, just turned sixteen before the start of term a month ago, let her head bob and her feet almost skip, her black skirt swirling about creamy-olive thighs, and long, loose socks pulled up to her knees like many of her favorite Korean pop idols would wear. Lost to her music, she didn't hear the girl crying out her name from behind.

Yoshiko jumped when her best friend burst from behind her and darted in front of Yoshiko, forcing her to stop and yank out her earbuds, her heart thudding. "Lori," groaned Yoshiko. "Don't do that."

"I called your name, Yoshiko," Lori answered, a big smile on her lips, her red curls dancing about her head as she walked backwards. Lori was a head taller than Yoshiko, who was used to being one of the shortest girls wherever she went. "And you didn't hear me."

"Sorry," Yoshiko answered, wrapping up her earbuds. She resisted the urge to give her friend a bow like her mother always did when greeting someone.

"Were you just going to keep walking without me?" Lori asked. "Good thing I was paying attention, or you would have reached school while I was still waiting."

Yoshiko blushed as her friend fell in beside her. "Sorry. I was just caught up in the song. Lost track of how far I had walked."

Lori narrowed her eyes. They were such pretty eyes. Yoshiko's heart thudded faster. Her friend was hot, wearing a low-hipped jean skirt, hints of pink panties peeking out as Lori's green halter top's hem rose up an inch, flashing bare waist.

Yoshiko had a crush on her friend for awhile, not that she would ever act on it. Lori, unfortunately, was straight. And Yoshiko didn't want to ruin their friendship by trying to pressure Lori into experimentation. The one time they had kissed had been a disaster.

"Did you get that paper done for Epinosa's class?" Lori asked, stretching her arms over head, which lifted the hem of her halter top, exposing two more inches of enticing belly and the hint of her bellybutton.

"Yes," Yoshiko said. "Spent all day yesterday working on it. My fingers felt like they would fall off from all that typing. Such a boring subject." The paper was on the effect that poverty had over the course of multiple generations and the outcome of their success. "Why did we take this class?"

"We needed a social studies credit," Lori said.

"But you could have taken an easier class than Epinosa's," a male voice said from behind them.

Yoshiko let out a frightened squeak, jumping into the air before whirling around and glaring at her other best friend, Chris. He had a huge grin on his face. He was tall, his blond hair a ruffled mess like any good Californian surfer, his face tanned from the outdoors. Yoshiko had to crane her neck to look at him. His height gave him an advantage playing basketball, but it sucked for Yoshiko to look him in the eye.

"How long were you behind us?" Yoshiko demanded.

"Since Lori jumped in front of you," Chris said as he stepped up, putting his arm around Lori's shoulder. She looked short against him, which made Yoshiko feel like a midget.

"And you didn't say anything?" Yoshiko demanded. "No hi or good morning."

"I did. You didn't hear me."

Lori nodded her head, grinning.

They made a cute couple. Yoshiko realized that if Lori had to be straight, then she should date a decent guy, and Chris was that guy. He was friendly and funny. He didn't treat Yoshiko differently for being gay. When she came out at eleven, Chris just shrugged and asked if she wanted to play a game of pickup basketball like always. It wasn't a big deal to him. She was Yoshiko, his friend. It didn't matter if she was gay, straight, bi, asexual, pansexual, or one of the other types.

He was a decent guy.

So Yoshiko was thrilled, and jealous, when he and Lori finally hooked up over the summer. The pair finally had gotten past that stage of flirting friends both edging at the line, wanting to cross it, but afraid what it would do to their relationship if things went disastrously wrong.

But they hadn't messed it up so far.

The trio talked as they walked the last few blocks to the Redwood Academy, the small, private high school they attended. They passed through the old gate, a wrought iron sign with Redwood Academy arching over their heads as they entered the ground, their school's buildings, all old, red-brick buildings, lay scattered around the picturesque lawns. Yoshiko took a quick breath, her eyes darting around, looking for—

"What happened to the tree?" she gasped, pointing at the large Japanese Pine Tree that grew on the lawn before the school. Unlike pine trees in the states, the Japanese Pine Tree had a wide canopy, branches reaching out like a man with a thousand arms stretching them in every direction at once. The needles were a bright, pale green and the bark quite reddish.

Instead, a huge chunk of its branches lay on the ground, one of the main trunks split in half and looked burned.

"Looks like a lightning strike," Chris said. "From the storm last night."

"Oh, that's terrible," Yoshiko said as they walked down the path towards the school's entrance. "I loved that tree."

"Yeah," Lori nodded. "Remember last year when we tried to climb it and almost were caught by the security guard? Someone was supposed to be on look out."

"I was," Chris said. "Only I was on lookout in the wrong direction. Besides, you didn't get caught."

Yoshiko nodded her head, staring in a daze at the tree. The needles looked paler, almost gray, like the lightning had killed the tree. And the bark didn't have that warm luster, but had dulled to a rust-red.

"Miyu's quite interested in it," Chris said, pointing out the Japanese girl standing before the tree. She was an exchange student and was in both Yoshiko's math and English classes.

"She's only been here a few weeks," Lori said. "Maybe it reminded her of home."

Miyu did appear homesick. She still wore her school uniform from Japan: a pleated, gray skirt; a white, buttoned down shirt with a gray vest over it; and a red tie hanging down the front. Her socks were like Yoshiko's, loose and baggy, clinging tight just below her knees.

Miyu bowed to the tree and a flush of heat washed through Yoshiko as the gray skirt rode up Miyu's thighs. For a tantalizing moment, Yoshiko hoped the skirt would slide up enough to show off her panties.

But that only happened in Anime.

"Weird," Lori said again. "You're half-Japanese. Why is she bowing?"

"Respect, I guess," shrugged Yoshiko. "I grew up in the States. I'm as much Japanese as you are."

"But doesn't your mom tell you stuff about this?"

"Not really."

The trio moved on and entered the school's main building, passing into the grandiose halls. The Redwood Academy was built at the turn of the last century. The ceiling was high over head, the entrance wide, the floor marble. Statues of Greek gods, Apollo and Aphrodite, faced each other, Aphrodite's right breast bare, the suggestion of a nipple dimpling the stone. It was art, so the various protests over the years had kept it from being removed.

Yoshiko hardly gave it a glance as she walked in, her eyes scanning. No sign of her. "Well, I'll see you for PE, Lori."

"You're not going to run faster than me today," Lori called as she and Chris went right.

"Later, Yoshiko," Chris said, flashing her the peace sign.

Yoshiko took a deep breath and ventured down the hall, shifting her backpack on her shoulders. She had only gotten twenty feet when Kat Rollins, leaning in a drinking fountain alcove, sauntered out to Yoshiko. The taller girl had a sneering smile on her lips.

"There's the dyke," she said as she sidled up to Yoshiko. "Got it?"

"Yes," Yoshiko said, her insides squirming. She unslung her backpack. "B work, just like you requested."

"Good, good," Kat said, light glinting off the spike collar she wore about her neck. Kat dressed in a punk style, her tights artfully slashed, the hem of her skirt frayed, her top transparent, revealing a hot-red bra beneath.

Yoshiko unslung her backpack and fished around in it. She pulled out the answers to the physics homework and handed them over, trying not to glare at Kat. Why did you even choose the class if you're not going to do the work?

Kat grabbed them and grinned, flipping through the notepaper. "Good, good. And I have a feeling you'll be doing my history homework tonight. Mr. Page is going to assign us something annoying. I can feel it."

"I thought it was just this once," I protested.

She rounded on me, pushing me against the wall, looming. "Listen, little dyke. I own you. Unless you want the pictures on my camera spread across social media. And the video. You can hear the other girls showering on it."

Yoshiko's cheeks burned hotter.

"It's so obvious that you're in the locker room masturbating while your classmates were washing up after exercising. Got excited by their bodies, huh?"

"Please, don't do that," Yoshiko squirmed, mortification writhing through her stomach.

"So I own your dyke ass. You do my Physics and Ancient History homework, and no one will know that you like to play with your clam during PE."

"It was just that once," Yoshiko said, lowering her eyes.

"Right," Kat sneered before pulling away.

Yoshiko squirmed. She shouldn't feel ashamed for being a lesbian. Not in this day and age, but being caught masturbating in the locker room was too much. The other girls would start to look at her weird, wondering why she had to masturbate. Wonder if she was lusting after their bodies. All wet and soapy and beautiful, a sheen of water over their silky skin.

Heat burned between Yoshiko's thighs, that naughty itch which had gotten her in trouble. She didn't even know how Kat had caught her. She didn't share PE with Kat. Why was she even in there to begin with?

"I just showed up early for PE," was Kat's excuse. Maybe it was true. But Yoshiko found it so horrible that she had been caught. How could I have been so stupid?

Yoshiko headed to her first class, math, and struggled to focus as they covered calculus. The math was challenging, and normally she excelled at it, living up to her Asian stereotype. Of course, her Asian mother was dumb as a brick when it came to math while her father was the smart one.

Next she had Physics. With Kat. The bully had a huge smirk as she turned in her homework to Professor Moore, an African American man who looked nerdier than most of the school's chest club. Kat sat by Yoshiko, playing with her phone, using her text book to hide it, not even paying attention.

Why should she? I have to share my homework with her now.

Lori failed to run faster than Yoshiko in PE, her next class. The pent up frustration from Kat's bullying kept Yoshiko running fast, unwilling to slow down and let her friend keep up with her as she raced around the track, running her mile.

"Damn, what devil is chasing you?" Lori asked when she finished a half-minuted after Yoshiko, the redhead clutching her side.

"Nothing," Yoshiko said with a dismissive wave.

"Nothing?" Lori arched an eyebrow, planted her hands on her hips, and, despite looking like she was about to run out of air, she said, "Don't say that to me. It's not nothing. Come on, spit it out. Your parents fighting again?"

"No," Yoshiko shrugged, her cheeks burning. She couldn't admit it to Lori that she was masturbating in the bathroom. Thinking about Lori herself. Just seeing her friend strip naked, bending over before her, had set off Yoshiko's lusts. That ass was too gorgeous. Yoshiko just wanted to love it and…

No, she's with Chris. She's not gay. We're best friends. Don't ruin it by doing something stupid. Something we'll both regret.

"Then what is it?"

"Nothing."

Lori's eyes narrowed. "Is it Kat? Is she messing with you again? I'll go kick her ass."

"Don't do that," Yoshiko groaned. "That'll just get you in trouble."

"So it is Kat." Lori spat. "Just because they named the school's library after her dad last year doesn't mean that rich bitch can strut the school like she owns the place."

"I think it does," groaned Yoshiko. "Her dad donates a ton of money. And she knows it. Look at how she dresses. That's not appropriate at all for school, but none of the teachers care. She's just copying my homework, okay? Nothing else."

"Why are you letting her?"

Yoshiko shrugged. "Easier than putting up with her bullshit."

"Oh, Yoshiko, don't be like that. Don't let that cunt—"

"Lori," gasped Yoshiko, her cheeks reddening.

"Well, she is a cunt. A cunty cunt cunt cunt," Lori said and Yoshiko found herself giggling at the obscene word. "So don't let that cunty cunt boss you around."

"It's fine." She put her arm around Lori, loving the scent of her friend's shampoo and the smell of salty sweat. Naughty ideas surged through Yoshiko as she tried not to look at her friend's gray tank top molding to a round pair of boobs.

"Just say the word," Lori said, leaning in closer, "and I'll kick her ass. Let them expel me."

"No," Yoshiko said firmly. "Then I would have PE all by myself."

Lori grinned. "You just like looking at my ass in these gym shorts."

Yoshiko blushed and said, her voice tight, "Maybe."

Lori laughed louder. "That's why you have to let me win. So you can stare at my ass as I run before you. I don't mind if you look. That's what friends are for."

Yoshiko joined her friend in laughter. It was hard to stay glum around Lori.

After their laughter died down, they had to run the mile again. There didn't seem to be much of a point in doing it, but it was exercise, and after two hours of sitting in class leaning, PE was a welcome change of pace.

Yoshiko let Lori win. She did have a great ass.

They showered in the locker room afterward, and Yoshiko did her best not to ogle her friend or Annis Shaw or Polina Pajari, the two other girls that had great asses. Especially Polina. The Russian beauty had an ass that was made to be grabbed, and Yoshiko thought about it a lot.

Maybe she's gay or bi, Yoshiko wondered as she washed her body, staying away from her pussy. All she needed was to masturbate in the showers this time.

Kat came in early, lounging by the lockers, a smirk on her lips as she watched Yoshiko. The half-Japanese girl shivered. Those eyes were so possessive. It was like the homophobic girl thought that she owned Yoshiko now because of those pictures.

Lori shouldered into Kat. "Whoops, didn't see you," Lori said as she strolled past. "I don't see bitches that well."

Kat just grinned at Yoshiko.

Yoshiko and Lori headed to their social studies class, meeting Chris on the way. It was their last class before they had an hour break before lunch. Then they only had two more classes to go. Yoshiko liked that schedule. It made the afternoon more bearable knowing there were only two more classes left after lunch.

She ate quickly. Lori arched an eyebrow. "You're an eager beaver."

"I want to talk to Ms. Lindon about my English paper," Yoshiko said. "I'm a little stuck. She has the hour free, I think."

"Afraid you'll get a B?" laughed Chris.

"No, an A-," giggled Lori, sitting on her boyfriend's lap. "Just try to chew your food before swallowing."

"I am," Yoshiko said.

She finished eating and darted off, excited to talk about her paper. She had a great take on Pride and Prejudice, and she was hoping Ms. Lindon would agree with her about it. English was by far Yoshiko's favorite class, mainly because Ms. Lindon was such a beautiful woman. Tall, sultry, a brunette with beautiful curls that fell in waves about her face. She was always wearing such short skirts.

With nylons.

Yoshiko loved nylons. Especially stretched over a girl's ass. She didn't watch traditional porn, preferring to look at sexy drawing of Anime characters instead, but if she found a picture of a woman in pantyhose, she could masturbate to it for hours, stroking up and down her virgin flesh, bringing herself to gasping orgasms.

Her feet echoed down the empty hallway. She passed classes occupied by other students busy at work, a tingle shuddering through her. Nipples were hard in her bra, her pussy feeling nice and juicy. Fantasies of something wonderful, something intimate, blossoming between her and her teacher danced through her head.

Yoshiko had her suspicions that Ms. Lindon might be gay, too.

She stopped before her teacher's door, taking a deep breath as she peered through the small, rectangular window set in the door, glass sandwiching chicken wire. She could see Ms. Lindon's desk. Yoshiko blinked at what was on the desk. Kat Rollins was bent over it, her face twisted in pleasure.

"What?" Yoshiko gasped, watching her bully shudder on the desk, head thrown back in obvious pleasure. She could just hear the girl's faint moans through the door.

Her stomach twisting and pussy burning, Yoshiko leaned to her right. She had to see what boy was with Kat. It angered her that Kat and some guy would have broken into Ms. Lindon's classroom so they could fuck.

"She is such a bitch," Yoshiko murmured. "I should…"

Her words trailed off. Ms. Lindon fucked Kat. With a strap-on.

Heat flushed through the lesbian schoolgirl as she watched in shocked awe. Ms. Lindon was as beautiful and regal as ever, naked save for her pantyhose which clad her thighs, hips, and the curving swell of her ass—Yoshiko could just see that if she leaned to the right. Ms. Lindon wore the strap-on over it, purple vinyl harness, a dildo of matching rubber reaming into Kat's cunt. Ms. Lindon's large breasts bounced up and down as she reamed the homophobic girl, fucking Kat so hard, ramming her dick into the girl's dripping snatch.

What is going on?

It didn't make any sense to Yoshiko. For the last year, ever since she met Kat on her first day attending the Redwood Academy, the bitch had bullied her for being an open lesbian, calling her dyke and muff diver, sneering down her nose.

And here she was being fucked. Hard. And she loved it. Her hips rocked back into Ms. Lindon's thrusts, the cheeks of her ass rippling with each stroke of the teacher's hips, slamming her dildo into Kat's cunt.

Heat burned between Yoshiko's thighs as she watched. The faint itch that plagued her during PE swelled. Her hips squirmed as her juices flooded out into her pussy. She shuddered, blue eyes so wide as she watched in envy.

Her virgin pussy clenched. Why didn't you choose me, Ms. Lindon?

Yoshiko would love to lose her virginity to Ms. Lindon, to finally go all the way with the beautiful, sophisticated woman, to learn how to a please another girl at the hands of her teacher. She stared at Kat, wishing she was in the bully's place. Yoshiko's hips shifted, her clit throbbing.

"Fuck me," Kat hissed. "Fuck me so hard."

"You like it, you dyke slut?" demanded Ms. Lindon, her voice so commanding, so authoritative. "Huh? You like it when your Mistress fucks your dyke cunt?"

"So much," moaned Kat. "I love it. Ream me. Fuck me. Pound me to oblivion, Mistress."

"Dirty dyke," moaned Ms. Lindon. "I know all about you perving on the girls in the locker room. Ooh, those naughty videos you record of them showering. How often do you jill off to them at home?"

"All the time," gasped Kat, throwing back her head.

"And who's your favorite?" Ms. Lindon leaned over Kat, the teachers large breasts swaying.

"Yoshiko!"

The watching Yoshiko let out a shuddering groan. She shifted her hips, her pussy lips burning, tingling with the excitement. She squirmed, savoring the sensation racing up and down across her pussy lips, like finger stroking her, driving her to wilder and wilder heights of excitement as she watched them fucking.

"Oh, yes, she's a tasty girl," moaned Ms. Lindon. "Looking so cute and adorable with those blue eyes and Asian features. I bet you cream your panties every day because of her."

"Yes," hissed Kat. "Yes, yes, yes, Mistress. Oh, you should see the video I got of her today. In the shower, soaping those lush tits, her eyes staring at her redheaded bitch of a friend in the next stall."

"Another girl you masturbate your filthy, dyke cunt to?" demanded Ms. Lindon.

"Yes!" Kat's head threw back. "I'm going to cum, Ms. Lindon. May I, Mistress? Please?"

Ms. Lindon slapped her hand down hard on Kat's ass. Yoshiko jumped, her pussy burning worse, the teasing, itching trembles stroking up and down it driving her wild. She bit her lip, about to cum along with Kat.

In the middle of the hallway.

"You may cum, you worthless slut," Ms. Lindon groaned. "Then you'll show me all the naughty videos you took of those nubile, underage girls. Mmm, their sixteen-year-old bodies glistening with water and covered in soap. Oh, yes, yes, yes."

Yoshiko's knees quivered. She was about to cum. In the middle of the hallway. In the middle of her school. People could walk down the hallway and see her at any moment. She cast a gaze around. The girls' restroom was only a few steps away.

Gasping for breath, she raced for it, Kat's moans echoing through Yoshiko's ears. She crashed through the swinging doors, her footsteps echoing through the tiled room. Like the rest of the school, the bathroom was ornate, porcelain sink stands with delicate faucets, the stalls made of carved wood stained a light brown, an almost yellow tone to the wood. She raced down them to the last stall, throwing open the door. The sensations on her pussy drove her wild.

She plopped down on the toilet seat. "Oh, god," Yoshiko groaned as she shoved her hands beneath her skirt. Her eyes squeezed shut as she rubbed on the crotch of her panties directly. She didn't pull them off.

Her gusset was soaked by her juices. She could smell the spicy musk of her pussy bleeding through the fabric, adorning the air. Her back arched as she stroked up and down her grove, mimicking the electric tingles racing up and down her slit. She let out a groan, her fat nipples tenting her blouse, so hard they poked through her thin bra and top.

"Oh, yes," Yoshiko groaned, her eyes squeezed shut, picturing Ms. Lindon's thrusts fucking the strap-on into her virgin cunt, the teacher's big breasts bouncing over her head. "Take me, Ms. Lindon."

You are such a delicious thing. Not like that horrible, slutty dyke, Kat. No, you are so sweet and beautiful. Oh, yes, my delicious, Japanese delight.

The toilet seat creaked as Yoshiko shifted on it, stroking up and down her panties faster and faster. She pressed the cotton into the folds of her pussy, warm juices bleeding through, coating her fingers. She shuddered, finding her clit, rubbing it, making her legs spasm, her feet brushing the stall door.

The pleasure rippled through her while her orgasm built in the depths of her cunt. She could see Ms. Lindon's busty breasts bouncing over her, the delicious desire on the teacher's face, the feel of her nylons rubbing on Yoshiko's inner thighs.

It'll be so magical if she makes love to me, Yoshiko moaned. She can teach me everything, then I can show Lori. I can love her body.

Yes, yes, yes, Lori moaned in Yoshiko's thoughts. I can ditch Chris. We can date. Oh, we'll be such amazing lovers.

Right now, Yoshiko didn't care about betraying one of her best friends to be with the other. Her lusts were driving her wild. She frigged her clit hard with one hand, the other stroking her pussy lips through her panties as she pictured loving her redheaded friend, giving her every wonderful sensation she could.

"You'll love it so much," Yoshiko groaned through clenched teeth, so close to cumming.

I will, Lori moaned. Tingles ached Yoshiko's nipples and she imagined it was Lori's fingers pinching and rolling them. You have such lovely tits. So big and soft. And your nipples… I have to suck them.

"Yes, yes, yes, suck them," moaned Yoshiko, her body trembling, on the verge of cumming hard. "Lori, yes!"

Yoshiko came.

Her body spasmed on the toilet. Her feet kicked the stall door, the wood groaning, the metal latch rattling. She tossed back and forth, her eyes rolling back into her head as she hissed out breath after breath through clenched teeth, ecstasy boiling through her mind.

Her pussy convulsed. Waves washed through her body. It electrified her. She moaned, eyes fluttering. Her hips bucked up from the toilet seat and then crashed down as she let out a long, low groan of delight.

"Lori," she sighed, her eyes fluttering as the pleasure peaked through her, picturing her redheaded friend's smiling face.

Yoshiko lifted her fingers from her crotch, coated in her clear cream. She smeared them on her lips, closed her eyes, and imagined her friend kissed them as she sighed, with such longing, "Lori."

Lips kissed Yoshiko back.Lori sneezed.

"Bless you," Chris said as Lori squirmed on his lap. She sneezed again, her head snapping back.

Lori opened her mouth to say something when a third sneeze racked her body, her collarbone actually aching from the force. She blinked, reaching for a napkin on the table to clean off her hands. She wiped them off, wondering at her sudden sneezing attack.

"Someone's masturbating to you right now," Chris laughed.

"What?" Lori gasped, twisting around to stare at her boyfriend, her red curls brushing across his face.

"You know, in Anime, when someone sneezes it means someone's talking about you. One sneeze, you're being praised; two sneezes, you're being badmouthed; and three sneezes means someone who loves you is speaking about you. While masturbating."

"Right," Lori said. "I don't think the masturbating part is accurate."

Chris shrugged. "Well, where is Yoshiko?"

"Speaking to her English teacher," Lori answered, giving her boyfriend a hard look. "And she's not masturbating to me. We're friends. And while I know your pervy mind wants to see us go at it, not happening. She's like a sister to me."

"Fine," Chris groaned, shifting. "Next time you sneeze three times, text me. Maybe it's me masturbating to you."

"Do you do that?" Lori asked. "I mean, we have sex. I'd think you'd jerk off to another girl or something."

"I do." His arms tightened on her. "But those last set of pics you sent me had me stroking my cock hard."

Lori giggled, her pussy clenching. "Maybe I'll send you a few more. You do have to stay late with that project tonight. Something to distract you."

"You are cruel," he groaned, his cock hard against Lori's ass.

"I know," she sighed and gave her boyfriend a kiss over her shoulder.Yoshiko froze, her eyes wide. Lips kissed at her mouth, tasting her spicy pussy juices she had smeared on her lips. But there was no one in the stall, no one who could kiss her. And yet she could feel soft, feminine lips nibbling on her lower lip, a tongue lightly licking.

A soft feminine voice sighed: Ōjo-sama.

Yoshiko tried to speak, but she couldn't. She was being kissed. A body was straddling her. Yoshiko could see her skirt pressed down to her crotch by someone unseen. Hands stroked down her shoulders. Panic shot through Yoshiko as the soft hands gripped her breasts. Someone unseen was in the bathroom.

A girl.

A ghost girl.

A lesbian ghost girl.

The fingers moved across Yoshiko's blouse and found the buttons. They popped open one by one, her blouse parting, revealing her breasts straining a white bra, youthful flesh jiggling as Yoshiko struggled. The fingers stroked her bra, exploring, feeling her hard nipple through them.

Ripples of pleasure shot down Yoshiko's body. She groaned, struggling to move as the ghost played with her nipples through the bra, pinching and rolling the nubs. The lips broke the kiss, and Yoshiko gasped for breath.

"Who are you?" she called out to the ghost. "What are you doing to me?"

…Mitsuko-hime… the voice sighed again, a distant echo.

The cups of Yoshiko's bra pushed up. Her large breasts spilled out. She gasped, eyes bugging as unseen fingers pressed into the flesh of her pillowy tits. The female ghost massaged them. A wet tongue licked at Yoshiko's right nipple then sucked on it.

"Oh, god," Yoshiko groaned, the pleasurable sensation on her nipple shooting right down to her pussy. She squirmed more, her hands trying to seize the ghost, but they phased right through her body. "What are you doing to me?"

The answer was soft, whispering in a musical tongue which was vaguely familiar. Japanese? The ghost is speaking Japanese.

The lips sucked harder. Teeth lightly nippled Yoshiko's nipple. She watched her turgid nub move and wiggle as the ghost loved it. Yoshiko groaned, her pussy clenching. She couldn't believe this was happening. It was crazy.

A ghost was sucking on her nipple.

Something hard pressed against Yoshiko's belly as she squirmed again. The ghost sucked harder. Yoshiko could hear the wet suckling sound now. A faint outline appeared, a girl's shape, hair falling about the face nursing at Yoshiko's breast, hands sliding down to her skirt. It was the suggestion of a girl, like the lines an artist might use to roughly sketch out a drawing in pencil before committing to more permanent options.

The mouth moved to her other breast, sucking hard. Yoshiko squeezed her eyes shut, her pussy dripping. The ghost moved, still sucking, her hands lifting Yoshiko's skirt, unveiling the white panties, crotch soaked dark. Fingers stroked across her panties, so familiar.

"You were touching me while I was watching them," groaned Yoshiko, recognizing the light flutters she felt while standing riveted before Ms. Lindon's door.

And then the fingers hooked her panties They pulled them down, unveiling a thick, black bush hiding the lips of her pussy. The ghost slid down Yoshiko's body, seizing her hips, pulling her to the edge of the toilet seat. Yoshiko felt the ghost's breath wash across her pussy The faint lines grew more substantial. A hint of black colored her hair, white covering her shoulders, and a hint of red cladding her thighs.

And then the ghost licked at Yoshiko's pussy. …Ōjo-sama…

"Oh, yes," Yoshiko groaned as she felt the first touch of another on her pussy, the tongue licking across her virgin folds and flicking her clit. "Can't believe a ghost is the first girl to go down on me. Oh, god, but that feels good. Oh, yes, Miss Ghost, oh, wow, lick me."

The ghost did. She licked and fluttered her tongue through Yoshiko's virgin folds, caressing hymen, labia, and clit. Yoshiko moaned, her large breasts jiggling as Yoshiko humped against the ghost's licking.

She could feel the ghost licking through her sex's folds, devouring the juices pouring out. The ghost loved them, moaning her delight between whispers of Ōjo-sama and Mitsuko-hime. Her tongue licked and her lips nibbled.

And as she drank Yoshiko's juices, the ghost became more and more real. The strands of black hair, mere suggestion before, grew more and more solid until they draped silk across Yoshiko's thighs. Soft, almond eyes stared up at Yoshiko, brown and burning with desires. A delicate nose pressed into the folds of Yoshiko's pussy as the Japanese ghost worshiped.

The ghost wore clothing, white cloth wrapped about her shoulders, her legs covered in the red. They were the thick pants worn by Japanese in their traditional clothing, the legs wide, almost like skirts divided into trousers.

They're called hakama.

Yoshiko's eyes widened in realization. "You're a shrine maiden. A miko."

The ghost kept licking, her tongue digging through Yoshiko's folds, making her squirm and gasp. Her toes curled in her shoes as the ghost of the shrine maiden devoured her pussy. The shrine maiden's lips reached Yoshiko's clit.

Sucked hard.

Yoshiko came. Her virgin pussy clenched, her hips humping up into the air as she gasped and shuddered. Pleasure rippled through her body. She moaned, eyes fluttering as the pleasure washed through her body.

"So good," moaned Yoshiko. "Oh, yes, thank you, shrine maiden. Oh, you're so wonderful. Such a delightful ghost."

Her body spasmed as the pleasure peaked. The shrine maiden rose, her pale lips and cheeks smeared with juices. Her skin was as light as Yoshiko's, almost the white of a Caucasian, but with just enough of a tinge olive to them marking her as Asian. Her white, outer garment—I think it's called a haori—was open, showing off a white kimono beneath, nipples pressing hard topping the swell of round breasts. Her hakama were loose on her hips and…

A cock thrust from the girl's crotch, springing from a thick, black bush. Through the curls, Yoshiko could make out the folds of pussy lips wrapped about the base. The dick was thick, a darker olive than the ghost's face, the tip throbbing, dripping with precum.

"A futanari!" gasped Yoshiko, recognizing a dickgirl from browsing pictures of Anime girls. It was a popular fetish, many artist turning sexy women into futanari, the Japanese word for hermaphrodite.

"Oh, no," groaned Yoshiko as the futanari shrine maiden moved in, bringing her cock to Yoshiko's pussy. "I'm not really into futas."

The shrine maiden kissed Yoshiko hard on the mouth. She could taste her juices on the ghost's lips as the cock rubbed up and down on her pussy. Yoshiko shuddered, a surge of heat shooting through her pussy. The feel of the girl-dick on her pussy lips was…

Arousing.

Intoxicating.

A desperate urge shot through Yoshiko, possessing her. The schoolgirl's legs locked around the futa-ghost's hips, pulling hard. The shrine maiden moaned into Yoshiko's lips as her cock pressed on the schoolgirl's maidenhead.

"Mitsuko-hime," whispered the shrine maiden.

It hit Yoshiko what the ghost was saying. It was a name. Hime meant princess and when used as a suffix meant… "I'm not Princess Mitsuko," Yoshiko gasped even as her legs pulled the ghost closer, the cock stretching her hymen. Pain flared, but Yoshiko wanted that cock in her, lost to the possessive lust. "But…but… Take me!"

"Ōjo-sama," breathed the ghost as she thrust.

Yoshiko's hymen stretched and tore. She groaned as her cherry popped. The futa-ghost's dick slid into Yoshiko's untouched depths. Hot friction raced through her body as her juices lubed the way for the thick shaft. The ghost let out the cutest, sweetest moan of delight as she slid into Yoshiko's pussy. Moaning in rapid Japanese, the ghost drew back her dick and thrust again.

And again.

Yoshiko moaned, her hips locked tight about the ghost's waist, thrusting up her hips to meet the wonderful cock slamming into her depths. Their flesh slapped together as the futa-ghost fucked Yoshiko with unbridled passion, her blue-black hair dancing about her head as she gasped and moaned, crying out in Japanese.

"So good," moaned Yoshiko. "Fuck me, Miss Ghost. Fuck me with your girl-dick. A futanari ghost! I can't… This is… Oh, yes…"

Pleasure burned fast in Yoshiko as her pussy gripped the thick cock reaming her depths. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She moaned and gasped, humping into the ghost's thrusts. Yoshiko moaned, her pussy clenching, drinking in the delicious pleasure.

"Mitsuko-hime," gasped the shrine maiden, her eyes shining with desire.

And then she kissed Yoshiko hard, tongue thrusting in. Yoshiko's nipples, pressed against the silk of the shrine maiden's kimono, tingled. The toilet creaked and groaned as both girls savored their pleasure. Yoshiko's pussy clenched and relaxed on the thick cock as it drove her closer and closer to her orgasm.

I'm being fucked by a futanari ghost. She took my cherry. This is amazing.

The bliss swelled in her depths. She ground her clit into the ghost's groin every time they bottomed out. Yoshiko's hands gripped the ghost's clenching ass, pulling her in tight, savoring the round butt-cheeks in her hand as her clit throbbed. Her pleasure swelled.

And then it boiled through her.

Hot, spasming heat engulfed her body. Yoshiko moaned into the ghost's mouth, Yoshiko's thighs tightening about her futa-lover. Her pussy spasmed on the amazing, impossible, supernatural girl-dick reaming into her depths, milking the cock. The lesbian schoolgirl thrust her tongue into the futa-ghost's mouth as ecstasy reached her mind.

The ghost's arms tightened about Yoshiko's body. Her dick buried into the hot depths of Yoshiko's spasming pussy. Her flesh convulsed and massaged, milking the dick. Ghostly futa-cum spurted into the depths of Yoshiko's pussy.

The tingles set off another orgasm. Yoshiko broke their kiss, her fingernails digging into the ghost's ass, and screamed, "Yes, yes, yes. A futanari ghost is cumming in my pussy. So good!"

"Mitsuko-hime!"

The ghost's beautiful, porcelain face contorted in pleasure, mouth open in a small O as she dumped her ghostly jizz into Yoshiko's body. The ghost spasmed on Yoshiko, trembling as she moaned out her pleasure.

And then she burst into a thousand motes of glittering light. Warmth rained down on Yoshiko's body. The schoolgirl shuddered on the toilet, her body still spasming, her pussy convulsing, the hot jizz boiling in the depths of her pussy.

…Ōjo-sama…

"What just happened," panted Yoshiko as she lounged on the toilet, feeling the ghost's seed leaking out of her freshly deflowered pussy. A powerful shudder rippled through her. "How do I summon you again?"

But there was no answer. The ghost was gone. Yoshiko panted, her eyes fluttering. She had to find a way to make contact with the ghost again. She couldn't believe how amazing sex was. The lesbian schoolgirl yearned to feel that girl-cock in her again.

To be continued…

Haunted by the Futa Ghost Chapter 2: Naughty Naked Selfies

Haunted by the Futa Ghost

Chapter Two: Naughty Naked Selfies

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, School, Ghost

My eyes widened at the sight of Mitsuko-hime standing naked in the onsen, steam rising around her breasts, droplets of water glistening on her curves and her brown nipples like diamonds turned into nectar. Her skin was pale, milky, so fair and perfect. Her hair was a black curtain pilling around her shoulders.

Her eyes looked up, meeting mine. I trembled before the daimyo's daughter. I had seen her from afar, but never up so close. What was she doing in the onsen? Didn't her father's castle have it's own bath house?

"You're the miko at the shrine," Mitsuko-hime said, her voice as lovely as a songbird. "Right?"

My heart sped up. "I…I am, Ōjo-sama." I lowered my eyes, not worthy to look at her.

"Would you mind washing my back?" she asked, so polite for one of such station. She turned, the curve of her rear just peeking over the steamy waters of the onsen. "I have trouble reaching."

Mouth dry, I nodded my head, fearing to speak. She was so radiant, so beautiful. A hot itch formed in my pussy. She was a woman, a beautiful lily blossoming before me. I slipped out of my yukata, the air warm with summer's heat and the water's steam. I stepped into the onsen the rocks smooth beneath my feet as I waded out to her.

I thought a prayer to the kami of the onsen. Thank you for this gift.500 years later…

A the end of classes, sixteen-year-old Yoshiko Stenet was still in a daze as she walked home with one of her two best friends, Lori Watson. Yoshiko's narrow eyebrows were furrowed over her round, blue, Caucasian eyes. She was half-Japanese, her skin a pale, dusky olive; her cheekbones narrow, delicate; her hair curtains of black silk falling like a sleek waterfall down her back. Besides her foreign eyes, only her large breasts, swelling her buttoned-down blouse, ruined the petite, Japanese schoolgirl look she cultivated with knee-high socks and uniform-esque skirts.

"What is wrong with you?" Lori asked, her red hair glowing in the bright, Californian sun as they walked home from classes at the Redwood Academy. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Yoshiko almost flinched. I did.

But how could she tell her friend that not only had she seen a ghost in the girls' bathroom, but said ghost was a futa and had taken Yoshiko's cherry. The lesbian schoolgirl had twice popped into the bathroom after her ghostly encounter to probe her fingers into her pussy and feel how open she was. No more hymen covered her sex's entrance.

And she hoped for a second haunting. She yearned for that futa-ghost's girl-dick to fill her again.

Yoshiko could still picture the ghost clear as day. She was a Japanese girl dressed like a miko, a Shrine Maiden. She had on the white haori, a ceremonial jacket worn over the kimono, and red hakama, a style of Japanese trousers with wide pant legs that almost looked like divided skirts. Shrine Maidens were important in the Shinto religion, ministering to kami and leading rituals in temples. They were often daughters of the priest.

And this one was a futanari.

"Yooooshiiiikoooo," Lori said, drawing out every syllable of Yoshiko's name. "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine," Yoshiko answered, trying to forget that huge dick thrusting from the miko's crotch and how wonderful it felt when the futa-ghost had fucked her in the bathroom. Yoshiko was well aware of futanari—girls with dicks. As an Anime fan and a lesbian, she always sought out naked pictures of her favorite female characters to masturbate to. Often, she came across the futa variants, finding their dicks strangely attractive even though a normal guy did nothing for Yoshiko.

But you put a penis on a girl, and it's soooo sexy.

"Is it Kat? Was she bullying you again?"

Yoshiko blinked, forgetting all about Kat, the rich bitch who had caught Yoshiko masturbating in the locker room and spying on the other showering girls, including Lori. Since then, Yoshiko had to give Kat answers to homework in the two classes they shared. She thought Kat was a homophobe, picking on her for being a lesbian, and then she caught Kat bent over Ms. Lindon's desk, being fucked by the lesbian teacher's strap-on.

Kat was a lesbian. A dyke like she calls me.

"Something did happen," Lori said, leaning in. "Dish."

Yoshiko trembled, a sudden urge rising in her to kiss her friend's pouty lips, to cup her freckled cheeks and make Lori shudder in delight. But Lori was straight and dating Yoshiko's other best friend, Chris Sowards. For a guy, he was cool, never treating Yoshiko differently. She couldn't ruin her two friends' relationship.

Even if she wanted Lori so badly.

…Mitsuko-hime…

Yoshiko blinked. Was that the ghost? Or am I just remembering her whispering that name. Princess Mitsuko. Did the ghost love her?

"Dish," Lori said. "I need to know."

"I saw Kat and Ms. Lindon together."

"The teacher you have a crush on was with your bully?" Lori gasped, red eyebrows arching, her jaw dropping. "Holy shit. Are you serious?"

"Kat was bent over her desk, and Ms. Lindon was fucking her with a strap-on."

"Oh, that's wild," Lori giggled. "I can't believe it. Kat's a homophobic bully who secretly wants to be with girls. And you caught her being a hypocrite. Tell me you recorded them with your phone."

Yoshiko shook her head. "I don't want to get Ms. Lindon in trouble."

"Right, right," Lori sighed. "Still, nice to get back at that bitch. I can't believe this. Ooh, I want to kick her ass even more now." Then she gave Yoshiko a sly look.

"What?" she blinked at her friend.

"No wonder you came back from visiting Ms. Lindon all flushed and dazed. I bet you slipped into the bathroom and had to masturbate after watching your crush in action."

Yoshiko's cheeks went crimson That was exactly what happened. And what had attracted the ghost. But why? She couldn't have been the first girl to masturbate in there. Unless I was? Her fingers itched to double-check that she really wasn't a virgin any longer, to reach beneath her skirt, push aside her panties, and probe at her pussy.

But she was good. She didn't do that.

"We have to figure out a way to use this," Lori said. "Want to come over to my house? My parents are going to be gone. We can have some privacy."

Yoshiko's heart sped up. Her voice croaked out, "Privacy?" Is it happening. Is she finally giving in and stripping naked for me.

An image of a Japanese girl, standing naked in a hot spring, danced in Yoshiko's thoughts for a moment, her breasts glistening with water, steam rising about her. She turned, looking right at Yoshiko, a soft smile on her lips.

Yoshiko's clit burned so hot. She leaned closer to Lori, her heart thudding, her body on fire. She wanted to kiss Lori. She had to kiss Lori.

"Yes, privacy, I need you to take some pictures of me for Chris." Lori's smile grew, and it wasn't for Yoshiko. Lori was thinking of her boyfriend. "I promised him a new set of nudes since he has to stay late at school for a project. I wanted him to have something to think of me. Especially since he's all alone with Mariah Young. And I don't trust that Black bitch not to try something. Not that Chris would, but she's such a skank."

"Oh," Yoshiko said, swallowing, disappointment souring her stomach.

"It's not a problem, right?" Lori asked. "I'd do it for you if you found that special girl to make you happy." She beamed at Yoshiko. "I know you'll find her someday. And she'll make you as happy as Chris makes me."

Yoshiko feared she had found that girl. As much as she ached to be taught the arts of lesbian love by Ms. Lindon or one of the other girls she masturbated to, it was Lori who Yoshiko wanted. Her best friend. The girl who knew her best. But Lori was straight. The one time they kissed wasn't the explosion of love Yoshiko had hoped for.

So she could only be Lori's friend. Yoshiko loved her friend and wanted some form of a relationship with Lori. Maybe one day I will get over my crush and find someone else, then I won't fight jealous impulses because of Chris or have urges to kiss Lori out of the blue.

"Of course I'll take your picture," Yoshiko said, feigning that she didn't have feelings for her friend. The idea of seeing Lori naked both excited Yoshiko and saddened her. It's not me she's getting naked for.

"Wonderful," Lori said. "I'm hoping these pictures will be super naughty."

Yoshiko nodded as they headed down the street. She needed to change the subject, to let her hot body, and throbbing clit, relax. Otherwise she might just jump Lori right here on the street. Her mind searched for a subject, any subject.

"What do you think they'll do about the tree?" Yoshiko asked. That was a safe topic.

"I don't know," Lori said, her face falling. "I hope they don't have to cut it down. It's such a beautiful tree. It's a shame the lightning struck it."

Growing on the lawn before their school was a large, Japanese Pine Tree, its canopy spread wide, its many trunks growing in all directions, splitting into a maze of thick branches. Its bark had such a unique, red hue to it, and its needles were a light green, not the dark of pine and fir trees found native to California. But during the storm last night, it was stuck by lightning, the main trunk split open and looked so charred, the tree's bark dulling to gray like it had died.

"The school will look so different without it," lamented Lori.

Yoshiko agreed.

"Even that exchange student was moved by the sight." Lori nudged Yoshiko. "It was so weird seeing Miyu bowing before it. Must be a Japanese thing, right?"

"She was showing respect, I guess," Yoshiko answered. Her mother was Japanese, but all the girl knew of Japanese culture came from watching Anime in English. So she knew lots of Japanese tropes, but how much of it was really accurate?

Maybe I should learn more about my culture. Ghosts are a big deal, and I just encountered a very Japanese one.

"Maybe you should see if Miyu's gay," Lori said, a grin on her face. "You two would be so cute together."

"Because we're both Japanese?" Yoshiko asked.

"Yes," clapped Lori. "A little yuri romance. Those are your favorite, right? The yuri Anime"

Yoshiko nodded. Yuri was the Japanese word for lily, and was associated with lesbianism. Any Anime that showed young schoolgirls with even a hint of romance between them was labeled yuri. They were often doomed romance, one or both of the characters eventually growing out of their infatuation in favor of boys, but sometimes they didn't.

Those were Yoshiko's absolute favorite.

"Maybe," Yoshiko said. "She is cute. But I bet she's straight."

"Never know until you kiss her," Lori laughed.

Yoshiko swallowed, nodding. That was very true.

They made the turn off the main street into the residential neighborhoods, heading to Lori's home. Redwood, California was a wealthy community in the San Jose Foothills around San Fransisco. And though neither Lori's nor Yoshiko's were that wealthy, they had nice homes. Not the huge mansion that Kat lived in, but her dad was Silicon Valley rich.

They reached Lori's house shortly and entered. Yoshiko always felt so weird that people didn't take their shoes off in the Watson household. Yoshiko had a pair of slippers waiting for her at home. They were right next to the door, occupying one of the slots in the shoe cubby. The first thing she always did when entering her house was taking off her shoes and slipping on her slippers before padding through the house.

Even after all these years, it never felt right and took her a few minutes to feel comfortable wearing shoes indoors.

The two girls chatted as they walked up the stairs to Lori's bedroom on the second floor. They swept in and closed the door. Lori immediately synced her iPhone with her Bluetooth speakers and found a station on Pandora to listen to. Pop music blared through the room as she lit a stick of incense of the table and then flopped onto her bed while Yoshiko took a seat at the desk.

"So, I figured we could do it on my bed," Lori said. "I can strip naked while you snap away, and then we can send the entire batch to Chris. Really melt his brain with just how sexy I am."

"Okay," Yoshiko said, her pussy growing hot again, her clit throbbing. She wanted to masturbate. Maybe if I have a nice cum, I can be calm through this.

But it would be so awkward. Lori would wonder why she was in the bathroom so long. Yoshiko did not fancy trying to explain why she had to masturbate. It was far too embarrassing. She would just have to grit her teeth and get through it.

Tonight, in her bedroom, her homework complete, she would masturbate to her friend.

"Here's the phone," Lori said.

They had the same model of iPhone, though their cases were different color. Lori had opted for the rose gold while Yoshiko's was pink. She tapped the bottoms and activated the camera, holding the phone out before her.

Lori rolled onto her hands and knees, thrusting her skirt-clad butt into the air, her red hair looking mused as the girl did a pouty kiss for the phone. Flashes of having a cock sucked by those lips shot through Yoshiko's mind.

Her clit throbbed more.

"Oh, I'm just a bad girl, Chris," Lori purred, wiggling her hips more.

"I'm not taking a video," Yoshiko said, tapping the screen. It made camera sounds like it was an old fashioned camera using film. "You don't have to talk."

"Just getting me in the mood, making myself feel so sexy." Lori rolled over onto her back, her hands rubbing at her bare thighs, her blouse pulled tight across her breasts as she made another pouty duck face for the camera.

Click.

"Mmm, Chris is going to get so hard seeing these pics," Lori purred, sliding her hands down her thighs, pushing her skirt higher and higher. Yoshiko snapped pics, trembling, her clit aching so badly. Lori's panties were revealed, pink and molding tight to her pussy.

"Uh-huh," Yoshiko swallowed, snapping upskirt pics, focusing on the panties. I can see her pussy lips through them.

Yoshiko hoped she might send off an email of them to herself if she could get away with it. I should have used my phone.

Lori ran a finger up and down the slit of her pussy, pressing in the fabric. "I'm getting so wet for you, Chris. Can you see? Are my juices bleeding through, Yoshiko?"

A faint, dark spot appeared. "Yes," Yoshiko moaned, tapping the camera icon again, her nipples aching, her breasts rising. "He'll see."

"Good," moaned Lori. Her fingers moved up to her blouse. She peeled it off in one go, her round breasts contained in a matching, pink bra.

"Is that the one you bought at the mall last week?" I asked.

"Uh-huh. Front clasping." Lori played with the small bow between both bra cups, twisting it. "I bet you want to see my tits so badly, Chris?"

"Yeah," Yoshiko moaned, taking more pictures. Her panties were so hot, so tight. Her clit throbbed, ached. She wanted to touch it so badly.

The clasp popped open The bra loosened, Lori's tits jiggling but were still covered. She gripped the cups, lifting them slightly, teasing. Yoshiko kept tapping the screen, her eyes flicking from the image on the LCD screen to the real deal before her.

Lori bared her tits. They were round and perky, her nipples a soft pink, thrusting hard and erect. She arched her back, letting her breasts jiggle, her red hair fanned across her pillows. She smiled for the camera as Yoshiko tapped the screen again.

Click!

Those lovely breasts were immortalized and saved to the cloud. Yoshiko's panties were so tight. She squirmed, fighting the itch. She had to reach down and adjust herself. Her panties dug against her clit for some reason.

But she couldn't look away, not when Lori was cupping her breasts so invitingly. "I know you love these tits, Chris. Mmm, I love it when you suck on my nipples."

Yoshiko licked her lips. She wished she was sucking on them right now. The urge to lean over and engulf them shot through her. It was so powerful. And why did her panties have to be so damned tight? Her clit ached, confined. Her nub needed to be released.

Lori rolled and pinched her nipples, her lips glistening, her blue eyes alluring. Then she flipped over onto her hands and knees, wiggling her panty-clad ass at the camera. The pink gusset pressed tight to her pussy, molding to her vulva and slit, the dark spot grown larger. The gusset was narrow, disappearing between her butt-cheeks, leaving the bottoms of her round globes exposed before the cloth swept out towards the waistband.

"I bet you want to see my pussy now, Chris," groaned Lori.

"Yes," breathed Yoshiko, her clit in agony. She had to adjust her panties, but she couldn't look away as Lori reached behind her and hooked the waistband of her pink panties.

Oh, this is happening.

Yoshiko trembled as Lori slowly rolled off her panties, the material sliding out from between her butt-cheeks, exposing her pale globes, so round, so firm, so bubbly. Then the gusset pulled away from Lori's pussy lips.

A tight, shaved slit, dripping with juices, faced Yoshiko. What she had lusted for the last several years was right there, only feet away. She took more pictures, snapping so many of them, immortalizing this moment. Lori's panties bunched around mid-thigh, her face smiling over her shoulders, her cunt dripping with excitement.

Yoshiko's clit throbbed, almost ripping out of her panties.

"Ooh, I think that's enough," Lori said, turning around and snagging the phone out of Yoshiko's trembling hands.

"Uh-huh," Yoshiko nodded as Lori swiped at her phone, staring at the pictures.

"Oh, my god, I am so hot," Lori moaned. "Oh, this must have been torture for you. I'm sorry. But I was just having so much fun."

"Yeah," Yoshiko said, looking down at her skirt.

There was a bulge.

At her crotch.

She had a bulge at her crotch.

Her hands trembling, Yoshiko pulled up her skirt so slowly, her head shaking back and forth. Her clit throbbed so hard. It was trapped in her panties, pressed against her groin like it was…long. Like it was a…

"No," Yoshiko groaned.

"Oh, yes, Chris will love these," squealed Lori. "This one. And this one. Ooh, I have to send him this one. Oh, and me cupping my tits. Oh, yes, he'll jizz his pants."

Yoshiko's skirt rose above her panties. They were white, schoolgirl panties, something so innocent and fresh. But not with the tip of a throbbing dick struggling to burst out the waistband, a huge shaft tenting the material, sprouting from her pussy.

The ghost made me into a futanari.

Yoshiko poked at the tip just peeking out of the panties' waistband, precum bubbling from the slit. She shivered, her pussy clenching as the sensation ran right down her dick. She shook her head in disbelief. The room spun around her as she struggled to breathe.

"I…I…" she stammered, free hand reaching for something to grab to steady her, her other hand gripping her skirt hard.

"Aaaaand sent." Lori chortled. "Oh, he's going to—" Lori let out a startled gasp.

Yoshiko looked at her friend. And then everything rushed to her mind at once and darkness crashed on her.Lori gasped as her friend collapsed on the floor, skirt bunched around her waist. Lori sat up, suddenly feeling so self-conscious of her nudity, guilt twisting her stomach. She had known of Yoshiko's crush, Lori often making jokes about Yoshiko checking out her body, like the one she made during PE earlier today. And then I make the poor thing have to watch me act all sexy for my boyfriend.

Lori didn't think. She did that a lot. She knew she should and tried to hard to remember to think before acting, but then an idea would burst into being in her brain, overriding any common sense she possessed, and she just had to do it, often dragging poor Yoshiko along for the ride.

"Are you okay?" Lori asked, moving on her bed, her panties bunched around her thighs slowing her down. Her phone chirped, Chris answering her email containing her nude selfies. But Lori had to attend to her friend and…

"What the fuck is that?"

Lori's voice echoed through her room as the redhead stared at the supine form of her friend. Yoshiko fell on her back, her legs bent beneath her, large breasts straining her buttoned-down blouse. The short girl was endowed, and Lori was often jealous of just how big Yoshiko's tits were. But that wasn't what Lori stared at.

It was the huge cock stretching her friend's plain, white panties. The type a schoolgirl would wear in one of those perverted hentai Chris loved to watch. Lori shook her head, eyes wide with disbelief at the big, throbbing dick, the tip just peeking out the top of the waistband.

"No, fucking way," groaned Lori. She knew enough about Japanese hentai to know about futanari—girls with dicks. She had seen Yoshiko come across them a few times in her quest for her yuri hentai. "How?"

Lori crawled off her bed, breasts swaying beneath her as she approached her friend, the fiery heat from stripping naked and posing for sexy pics for her boyfriend still burning through her nethers, a trickle of her juices dripping from her thighs. She reached Yoshiko, still passed out, and swallowed. Lord's hand trembled as she reached out to her friend.

It can't be real. This has to be a hallucination. She doesn't have a cock. I just saw her in PE today. She couldn't have hid this monster in her gym shorts or while showering in the locker room. Someone would have noticed.

So where the fuck did it come from?

Lori's finger brushed the tip. The dick throbbed. Yoshiko sighed, her lips parted slightly. She looked so cute and delicate while sleeping, almost like a doll. Lori rubbed at the tip again and felt a wet smear. Clear juices coated the pad of her fingertip.

"Precum. You're releasing precum." The redhead shuddered again, her pussy clenching. Then her fingers ripped Yoshiko's panties down to her knees.

Thrusting from her thick, black bush was a huge cock. But it came from lower on her groin than a boy's dick. Lori knelt closer, her fingers pushing aside the thick patch of pubic hair and her eyes widened. The shaft grew from Yoshiko's pussy. From right where her clit should be, the labia and clitoral hood stretched around the thick base.

Lori grasped the shaft, feeling her friend's heartbeat. It throbbed up and down her dick. The tip leaked precum as Lori stroked up it. Her blue eyes widened as she stroked her friend. Yoshiko sighed again, twitching, her breasts rising and falling faster and faster.

"You have a cock," breathed Lori again, her tongue licking at her lips unconsciously The heat swelled between Lori's thighs. An urge to do something absolutely naughty, something that would have consequences, burst into her mind.

Think. Chris. Consequences.

A small part of her brain screamed at Lori as her eyes stared at the girl-dick in her hand, the slit beading more precum, the mushroom crown throbbing, begging to be pleasured. She held an actual futanari's cock in her hand. Something impossible. Something whose addition had transformed Yoshiko into something desirable.

Lori was straight. She had never felt the slightest attraction to Yoshiko. When they had kissed, it had been passionate for Yoshiko—Lori could tell—but for her, it was like kissing her mother. Yes, lips pressed together. But there was no exciting tingle, no waves of rapture, nothing like she would later experience with Chris.

But now… Everything had changed for Lori. Yoshiko had a cock. A big cock. Bigger than Chris's. Lori's pussy clenched as her head lowered, her body moving on its own. Rational thought was gone. Guilt over cheating on her boyfriend engulfed, then smothered, by the tide of lust rising in her pussy. She could not resist this girl-dick.

Lori licked the tip.

She groaned, gathering Yoshiko's drop of salty precum. It melted on Lori's tongue. She shuddered, her pussy clenching, and licked again. Longer, slower. Her tongue circled the crown, bringing soft whimpers from Yoshiko's sleeping mouth.

"Oh, god," Lori moaned, savoring the excitement as she nibbled on the side of the crown, working lower, brushing where the shaft met the tip, licking there.

Chris liked that.

Yoshiko's body twitched. A new scent filled Lori's nose. A scent she recognized from her own masturbation. It was different and yet the same. Yoshiko's pussy seasoned with a spicy musk instead of Lori's tart aroma. But it was still the scent of hot cunt.

"You have both," groaned Yoshiko between nibbles as she worked down her friend's girl-cock.

Lori reached the base, brushing wet pussy lips and silky pubic hair. She tasted another girl's cunt for the first time, a wave of heat rippling through her. Then she licked back up the shaft, afraid of the new surge of desires. It wasn't gay to suck on a cock, even if it belonged to a girl.

Her lips engulfed the tip. She sucked hard, moaning as she loved her friend's dick. Yoshiko shuddered and moaned louder. Her mouth was open wider, her eyes fluttering, moving rapidly like she dreamed.

Lori groaned, hummed, bobbing her mouth up and down her friends cock, her jaw aching from how wide she had to open to engulf her friend. Yoshiko was thicker than Chris. And that excited Lori more and more. She took more and more of the dick into her mouth, her hand stroking the base of the shaft.

This is so hot. She has a dick. I can't believe this. How did this happen? What is going on? Maybe I passed out and this is a dream. A wild, kinky dream.

When her stroking hand reached the base of her friend's cock, she felt the wet pussy lips, the soft, silky hairs. Lori's cunt clenched. Ripples of excitement washed through her, urging her to be naughtier and naughtier.

Her hand unclenched from Yoshiko's cock and stroked the futanari's pussy lips.

I can't believe I'm fingering Yoshiko's pussy. Lori's fingers stroked through her friends pussy lips, sliding down, finding an open hole. I thought she was a virgin.

Lori penetrated her friend's pussy, sucking hard on the dick in her mouth. Yoshiko's pussy was hot and tight and silky, feeling like Lori's pussy but different, the walls not quite the same texture, and she was tighter in different places. She pumped her fingers fast, hard, sucking for all her might, pleasuring her friend as Yoshiko moaned louder and louder.

The futanari-schoolgirl's hips thrust up, sliding her dick to the back of Lori's mouth. Hot pussy clenched on Lori's fingers. She pumped faster, sensing her friend's impending climax, eager to drink girl-cum.

With a soft moan, eyes moving rapidly and breasts rising and falling swiftly, Yoshiko came.

Hot girl-jizz exploded into Lori's mouth, thick and creamy and delicious.Yoshiko fell into darkness, and then found herself approaching a natural hot spring, steam rising from the water. Another girl stood in the water, Japanese, about Yoshiko's age. The girl was beautiful, her long, black hair falling in silky waves down her back, almost reaching the top curve of her butt just peeking over the edge of the water. She hummed a relaxing, beautiful song.

"Mitsuko-hime," Yoshiko heard herself say as she stepped into the water.

I'm not in my body, Yoshiko realized, seeing the round breasts—topped by small, brown nipples—at the bottom of her vision. They weren't the large, pillowy mounds Yoshiko possessed. And her voice sounded different. Like the futa-ghost's.

"Oh, Sayuri-chan," the girl standing in the hot spring said, looking over her shoulder with a shy smile. "I feared my Miko-chan wasn't coming."

"I was held up at the shrine," the ghost, Sayuri, spoke, moving closer. "The dance is tonight."

Yoshiko caught a glimpse of Sayuri's body when she stepped into the water. There was no girl-cock thrusting from the ghost's groin, just a thick, black bush between her lithe, light-olive thighs. The water was almost too hot, but at the same time relaxing.

"I'm glad you came. I need you to wash my back," Mitsuko said.

A tremble went through Sayuri. "Of course, Ōjo-sama."

Sayuri reached Mitsuko, the ghost's soft hands slowly reaching out, touching the princess's back. It was a delicate touch, a light stroke which made Mitsuko shudder. She looked over her shoulder again, biting her lower lip, her almond-shaped eyes gleamed with something.

Desire.

"I know why you come to bathe with me, Sayuri-chan," Mitsuko said, her voice soft.

Sayuri's hands froze. Yoshiko could feel the ghost's heart thudding, maybe from fear or desire. "I come to bathe here every day."

"You like to look at me," Mitsuko said. "Like a man looks at a woman."

"I…" Sayuri pulled her hands away.

Mitsuko turned, snatching them. Her breasts were small, firm cones, her nipples darker, but just as hard. Her stomach was flat, sweeping down to matted bush of black hair half-submersed in the hot spring's water.

"I…" Mitsuko took a step closer, only inches separated them. "I like it…when you look."

Mitsuko leaned in. Sayuri trembled. Their lips neared closer and closer and…

A powerful spasm wracked Yoshiko's body, wrenching her from the dream. A powerful spurt, like something erupting from her cock, made her heave. Her eyes shot open. Something hot and warm and wet sucked something out of the depths of Yoshiko's body. It exploded out of her in powerful pulses shooting orgasmic delight through her body.

"Oh, god," Yoshiko moaned, staring up at the ceiling of her friend's room.

The powerful pulse erupted again, sucked out of her…cock. It hit her as she looked down. She was cumming. Red hair spilled across her lap. Lori's mouth sucked at Yoshiko's dick, drinking the girl-cum pumping out of Yoshiko's depths. Her pussy clenched on something inside of her, pumping in and out, making her tremble and shudder.

"Lori," Yoshiko moaned, her breasts jiggling in her bra as she bucked again. Rapture exploded down her dick, crashing into the bliss churned in her pussy. It was like nothing she had experienced in her life. It made her shudder and groan. "Lori, what are you doing?"

Lori's mouth popped of Yoshiko's dick. A final spurt of cum splattered her friend's face, leaving a smear of white across pouty lips and freckled cheeks. Lori's blue eyes met Yoshiko's, the two friends staring at each other.

She sucked my cock. She sucked my cock and made me cum.

A ravenous, powerful hunger, one Yoshiko had suppressed since she had kissed Lori, rose in her. It couldn't be silenced any longer. Not after this. Not with Lori's fingers shoved into Yoshiko's pussy, her friends lips and face dripping with her girl-cum.

"Yoshiko," Lori moaned, eyes glossy, gleaming just like Mitsuko's had in Yoshiko's dream.

…Ōjo-sama…

Yoshiko threw herself at her friend, moaning in hungry delight. She seized Lori's shoulders, pressing her back onto the ground, kissing her friend with a mad passion. Salty cum stained the kiss as Yoshiko worked her lips with such passion, sharing all her pent-up feelings with Lori.

And this time, Lori kissed back. She didn't freeze. She didn't sit there with dead lips, no passion, no desire, no reciprocity of lust.

Lori wanted this. Lori was hot. Lori was finally ready.

Yoshiko's tongue thrust into her friend's mouth, brushing Lori's. The futanari-schoolgirl settled her weight on her friend, kissing Lori so hard. Yoshiko loved the taste of her cum on her friend's lips, the feel of Lori's breasts through blouse and bra.

Lori's hands moved, hugging Yoshiko, stroking her while Yoshiko's still hard cock rubbed on Lori's naked, shaved groin. Yoshiko could feel the heat of her friend's pussy, her dick aching to penetrate her friend's snatch.

Yoshiko broke the kiss. "Lori…"

"Oh, god, yes," Lori moaned. "This is so hot. Tell me later how this happened. I'm dripping wet. Sucking your cock was amazing."

"Uh-huh," moaned Yoshiko.

Lori flexed her hip, rolling Yoshiko on her back. Her redheaded friend straddled her, grinding her hot cunt against Yoshiko's throbbing dick. Lori seized Yoshiko's blouse and ripped. Buttons popped, exposing the futanari's plain, boring bra holding her large tits.

"Oh, you have the schoolgirl look to a T," Lori moaned. "Lying there, looking all innocent, your big, heaving tits constrained in such a demure bra. It makes me so wild now."

Yoshiko nodded, staring at her friends round breasts. She reached out, seizing them, finally touching them. They were firmer than her own. Her fingers kneaded as Lori shoved up Yoshiko's bra, her big tits spilling out.

Lori seized them, fingers sinking into soft flesh. "I was always so jealous of these tits. I wanted to be big and busty. You're so short and yet you have the biggest tits at school."

"My height had to go somewhere," joked Yoshiko.

"That's my joke," Lori grinned, her fingers sliding up the futanari's breast. She found Yoshiko's fat, brown nipples, twisting.

Yoshiko's dick twitched against Lori's hot pussy. Yoshiko groaned. The hot slit rubbing on her dick was so amazing. She ached, her snatch clenching. She had to be in her friend. She had to feel Lori's pussy wrapped about her.

"Lori," moaned Yoshiko. "I need you. I need to be in you."

"Oh, yes," Lori gasped, trembling. "You do."

Lori slid up Yoshiko's shaft. She trembled, feeling the tip of her cock nuzzle at her friend's pussy. Yoshiko's grip tightened on Lori's tits as the redhead undulated her hips, pressing her snatch against Yoshiko's hard girl-dick.

And slid down.

Yoshiko moaned as the hot, tight flesh of her friend engulfed her cock. Lori slid her pussy farther and farther down the shaft. The friction sent shuddering delight writhing through Yoshiko's body. She groaned through clenched teeth at the exquisite rapture hugging her dick.

I'm in her pussy. I'm in Lori's pussy. This is so hot. I can't believe this.

Yoshiko's body squirmed, her friend's fingers digging into her boobs as the redhead bottomed out on her girl-dick. Lori's head threw back. She let out a shuddering moan, her pussy clenching about Yoshiko's shaft.

"Oh, god, you're so huge, Yoshiko."

"And you're so tight."

Lori rose her hips, sliding her pussy up Yoshiko's dick. She shuddered, her girl-cock aching in the depths of Lori's cunt. The futanari-schoolgirl shuddered, her eyes rolling back into her head. She bit her lip, groaning at the bliss engulfing her cock.

And then Lori slammed down, her firm tits bouncing. Lori swiveled her hips, sliding up and then coming down. Over and over, sending rapture shooting through Yoshiko's body. Her cock was so sensitive. It was so amazing to be buried in her friend's depths. She groaned, biting her lip as the pleasure surged through her.

"Yoshiko, you are so huge," panted Lori. "Oh, god, I love this."

"Yes, yes, yes," gasped Yoshiko, her hands moving down her friend's sides, grabbing Lori's hips.

Yoshiko loved how her friend moved, stirring her dick through tight pussy. It was a glove sliding up and down her cock, sending delight through her. Her snatch clenched as the pleasure built. Her hips bucked, thrusting up into Lori's cunt as she came down.

Her friend bounced on her. Lori raised her arms over her head, riding Yoshiko, gasping out her pleasure as her firm tits bounced and jiggled. They were hypnotic. Yoshiko licked her tongue, loving the sight of them.

"You're so beautiful," Yoshiko moaned and sat up, clutching Lori's ass. Yoshiko sucked her friend's nipple into her lips.

Lori's pussy clenched hard on Yoshiko's dick as she sucked on the nub. Yoshiko loved the feel of it between her lips, loving the pink nub as Lori bucked harder and harder, slamming her pussy down Yoshiko's shaft.

"Yes, yes, yes, this is amazing," Lori moaned. "Oh, god, yes. Your dick… So hot! I'm riding a futanari! This is really happening. A girl's dick is in my pussy. I'm going to cum!"

Yoshiko sucked harder on her friend's nipple. She gripped Lori's ass, feeling the muscles bunch and writhe. Yoshiko dug her fingers in as Lori bucked harder and faster, her fingers digging into Yoshiko's shoulders.

"Yes, yes, yes, Yoshiko," howled Lori as she slammed her pussy down her friend's dick.

Lori came.

Yoshiko's eyes widened as her friend's snatch writhed about her dick. Hot, silky flesh rippled about her shaft. The futanari groaned, her friend's orgasm milking her dick. Yoshiko released Lori's nipple. The futanari's blue eyes widened.

Her pussy clenched. She stared into her friend's eyes.

They kissed, hard. Lori slammed down Yoshiko's shaft, massaging the girl-dick. She trembled. Her fingers dug into Lori's ass as they kissed hard. Yoshiko's entire body was on the verge of exploding. Her dick ached.

She came.

…Mitsuko-hime…

Cum pumped into Lori's body. Hot, powerful spurts of rapture shot through Yoshiko at the same moment. Every time her cock unloaded, her mind was engulfed in ecstasy. She trembled, pussy spasming, juices flooding out of her depths as her girl-jizz flooded her best friend's pussy.

Lori broke the kiss. "So hot!" she moaned. "Oh, yes, that was so hot."

Japanese moaned through Yoshiko's thoughts, speaking rapidly, the ghost crying out in orgasm. Only the name, Mitsuko-hime, was clear as Yoshiko trembled, lost to her own climax. She bucked and shuddered, her dick spurting over and over. The world danced.

Something hard and throbbing pressed into Yoshiko's stomach as she held her friend, staring into her eyes as they both trembled in ecstasy And then the pleasure peaked. She floated there for an eternity that lasted two heartbeats.

And then groaned, her pleasure crashing, Lori slumping into her.

"Oh, that was wonderful," Lori groaned, the hard thing throbbing against Yoshiko's stomach, the tip leaking something. "Oh, wow, my clit just burned as you came in me. Mmm, I feel so hard and…"

Lori's pussy clenched on Yoshiko's dick as her friend's eyes widened. Both girls looked down at their groins.

Lori had sprouted her own dick."Fuck," Chris moaned as he stared at the nude selfies his girlfriend sent him. They were so hot, clearly taken by Yoshiko. He burst into the boys' bathroom. His art project could wait. He told Mariah, his project partner, he had to take a dump, but really he had to rub one out. These pics were too sexy.

And maybe they're fooling around right now. Their bodies heaving together.

It was one of his favorite fantasies—his best friend and his girlfriend having sex while he watched then inviting him to join. He knew Lori was straight, so she had no interest in Yoshiko, and Yoshiko was a lesbian, so she had no interest in him.

But that was why it was a fantasy.

He burst into the stall, his pants already half-open. He pulled out his cock, sitting down on the toilet seat, jerking hard as he flipped through the pictures on his phone. He stopped at Lori on her knees, naked ass pointed at the camera, her pussy dripping with excitement as she looked over her shoulder with this come-hither look.

"Yeah, Yoshiko, go to her. Lick that pussy," Chris groaned as he stroked his dick.

…Sayuri-chan… a soft, feminine, ethereal voice whispered.

Chris groaned, not caring, jerking his dick faster and faster. His crown tingled. He groaned, head arching back. It felt like something sucked at his dick, like a girl's mouth was wrapped about his cock right now.

…Miko-chan… the voice whispered.

The sucking increased. Chris groaned. His hand slid up and…

He felt wet lips. Something stopped his hand from stroking all the way up to the crown of his dick. His eyes widened as a wet tongue licked across the tip of his dick, gathering a drop of precum. He groaned, soft hands brushing his, pushing them away. They stroked his shaft as the mouth sucked harder and harder. He reached out and brushed an invisible head, felt the soft silk of her hair and brushed something in her curls, some sort of ornamental jewelry crowning her head.

A ghost sucked his dick.

"Fuck," he groaned, his balls tensing as lines of the ghost appeared, faint, mere sketches, but growing more and more solid as he came closer and closer to erupting.

…Sayuri-chan…

To be continued…

Haunted by the Futa Ghost Chapter 3: Hot Futa Ghost Threesome

Haunted by the Futa Ghost

Chapter Three: Hot Futa Ghost Threesome

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen male/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen hermaphrodites, Ghost, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Body Modification, Gender Swap, Magic

My body buzzed as I returned from the onsen. My body was freshly washed, and my spirit was freshly cleansed by the soft lips of Mitsuko-hime. Today, as I washed her back in the steamy waters, my Ōjo-sama had turned, her gaze meeting mine. Our lips had come together, sharing a perfect kiss, a wondrous moment of taboo love.

It could never be. We were both women. And she was the daimyo's daughter while I was a simple miko. But none of that had mattered while her lips were upon mine.

I laughed and skipped. Everything seemed so bright and wonderful as I walked the trail back to the shrine. I giggled again as I passed beneath the tori of the shrine, striding beneath the tall, red-painted gate and into the well-kept grounds. I walked to the shrine, carrying my basket with my towel and soaps, my yukata whisking with every step.

It was such a beautiful day.

"You are almost late, Sayuri-chan," growled the voice of my father, the priest of the shrine. "Why were you at the onsen for so long?"

"The daimyo's daughter was bathing there. I had to attend to her, Otōsan," I answered, the joy vanishing from my lips, my eyes downcast, reserved.

"The sun is setting. You know the importance of tonight."

"I have time to ready myself," I answered. "I will bind the yokai. Yokubō-no-Tako shall not escape the seal, Otōsan."500 years later…

"Fuck," Chris groaned in the boys' restroom of Redwood Academy, his private high school. He stared in shock at the faint outline of the ghost sucking on the end of his dick.

He had slipped into the bathroom after Lori, his hot girlfriend, had sent him a suite of naked pictures, her red hair spilling about her pillows as she lay stretched out on her bed, her body exposed. It made Chris so hard, he had to slip into the bathroom. Almost no one was at school this late. He had to stay behind to work on an art project with Mariah Young.

He just hadn't expected a ghost to give him a blowjob.

Her mouth was hot and wet, sucking on the tip as her form slowly appeared like an artist sketching her to life. She started out as faint lines, the suggestion of her hair piled about her head in some sort of bun, an ornamental comb plunged into the silky mass. Her face was delicate, nose slight, her eyes almond shaped.

A Japanese ghost.

…Sayuri-chan… a feminine voice whispered through his mind. Chris knew enough Anime to recognize a girl's name. Sayuri. Chan was an honorific, usually applied to girls' names by adults or their friends.

"Fuck," Chris groaned again. He gripped his phone.

My phone.

No one would believe a ghost had sucked his cock. Hell, he almost didn't believe it. A ghost sucked on his cock… A smile crossed his lips. He was a tall, athletic guy, his build favoring basketball. His hair was blond, bleached light by the California sun which had darkened his face with a natural tan. He turned the phone, hitting record, capturing the ghost materializing with every suck.

His balls ached. His body shuddered every time she did. Her cheeks hollowed. The ghost nursed from his dick, hungry for his cum. She wanted him to spill down his throat. He could feel it. His eyes fluttered as he groaned again.

"Ghost, you give great head," he moaned as her cheeks appeared pale-white, painted like a geisha or a noblewoman. It contrasted starkly to her black hair arranged in a delicate pile of curls atop her head, an intricate bun held in place by the ornamental, white comb. She wore a kimono of black cloth, the hems white.

…Sayuri-chan…

"Is that your name, Ghost?" he asked. "Sayuri-chan?"

She answered by swirling her tongue around the tip of his dick, making him throb harder. His breath sucked through his nose. He clenched his teeth. It was so good. He knew he shouldn't enjoy this—he had a girlfriend he loved. But he didn't ask for this.

And was it cheating with a ghost?

Right now, Lori might be having her snatch eaten out by Yoshiko, their Japanese, lesbian friend. Someone had taken those naked pictures of the redhead. And Yoshiko had made no secret about her crush on Lori. Chris had been eager to see his girlfriend and best friend go to town on each other. He didn't mind if Lori experimented. He just wanted to watch.

The pleasure grew in his balls. He groaned, hips bucking, the toilet seat creaking. The ghost was fully solid. He could see her on the screen of his phone clear as day. Proof of the supernatural. Chris bucked again, his brain boiling with pleasure.

"Sayuri…" he groaned.

The ghost popped her mouth off his dick. She licked her lips, staring up at him. "Sayuri-chan?" she asked, painted face puzzled. Then she said something in rapid Japanese, the musical words unintelligible to the panting sixteen-year-old.

"Yes," he groaned as her hands unfastened the wide, white belt cinching her waist, undoing the thick bow behind her.

That's the obi she's unfastening. I think.

Chris's Anime knowledge flew out the window as the obi came undone and her kimono loosened, exposing the pale-olive flesh of her chest and the swelling tops of her breasts. The obi swished away, and she opened her kimono, revealing small tits, firm cones topped with brown nipples.

He captured her nudity with his phone, aiming it down to record her thick, black bush. The ghost reached out, touching his cock. He shuddered as she moved to him, stroking him as she straddled his waist. Her almond-shaped eyes, dark and mysterious, bore into his.

"This is happening," he panted. "The ghost is about to ride my cock. Jesus, this is happening."

This would be his second pussy he had ever fucked, and it would belong to a ghost.

Her hot pussy lips rubbed on his cock. His eyes widened, feeling a familiar membrane. Lori had the same one when he took her cherry over the summer. The ghost's hymen stretching over the entrance of her pussy. She was a virgin.

Her hands gripped his shoulders. Her small breasts jiggled as she pressed down on his cock. He groaned, feeling her hymen stretch before his dick. His head leaned back. He groaned at the heat of her pussy.

Her hymen snapped.

"Sayuri-chan!" the ghost cried out as her pussy engulfed his dick.

She was so hot and tight, her virgin pussy gripping his cock. She sank down his shaft, her body shuddering. His phone aimed right at her crotch, capturing the supernatural union . His balls ached and boiled. He couldn't believe he just popped a ghost's cherry.

"Sorry, Lori," he groaned as the ghost shifted, her pussy clenching down on him, eyes closed as she shuddered in ecstasy.

And then her eyes snapped open. She spat out something in Japanese.

Chris's heart clenched as her pussy gripped his dick hard. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her face twisted, the beauty fading as anger melted the white makeup. It bled in white lines down her face as angry welts appeared about her throat, lined with black bruising. The skin beneath her white makeup was bloated, sickly. Behind her, a ball of blue light burst into being, dancing with agitation.

She spat out again, Sayuri's name buried in her angry words.

"Fuck," Chris shouted, dropping his phone to grab her shoulders. He tried to pry the ghost off of his cock as heat burst around his shaft. Her pussy was so hot, burning him. He shuddered, his eyes widening, his scream sounding so high-pitched.

So feminine.

The ghost's face grew more and more ugly. Her eyes bulged. She looked like she had been strangled to death. Her hands moved to Chris's throat, tightening as the heat surged through his body. He struggled, bucked. Her fingers were like iron about his throat.

"Sayuri-chan!" she screamed with such bitter hatred while his vision fuzzed."Holy shit," Lori said, her pussy squeezing down on Yoshiko's new cock, sending pleasure racing through the futanari-schoolgirl. Her round, blue eyes widened at the delight.

This afternoon, Yoshiko had been a normal girl, a student at Redwood Academy. The half-Japanese lesbian—the only thing that betrayed her from being full Japanese were her round, blue eyes and large, pillowy breasts—had spied her favorite teacher, Ms. Lindon, and her least favorite person, Kat Rollins, having sex. Kat, Yoshiko's homophobic bully, was bent over the desk, being fucked from behind by Ms. Lindon who wore only dark pantyhose and a strap-on. The sight had so aroused Yoshiko she fled to the nearby girls' restroom to masturbate.

And there she had attracted the attention of a ghost named Sayuri. She was a shrine maiden, a miko, and was beautiful. She also was a futanari. Sayuri had plucked Yoshiko's cherry in the bathroom, making the lesbian shudder hard, cumming and cumming. And then the ghost had vanished. The haunting had left Yoshiko dazed.

After school, Lori, one of Yoshiko's two best friends, had invited her over. At Lori's house, Yoshiko had taken naked pictures of her friend, growing more and more aroused. Yoshiko wanted Lori so badly, but her friend was straight. While snapping the pictures, Yoshiko had grown aroused and sprouted a girl-dick. When she realized it, she had passed out from shock. Then she had dreamed some of Sayuri's life. She was in a hot spring kissing another girl named Mitsuko who was a princess or something.

It was all confusing.

When she woke up, Lori was sucking on her cock, overcome by lust. The two had fallen into a mad passion, Lori so horny for girl-dick. Yoshiko had savored every moment, finally loving her friend now that she was a futanari.

And when Yoshiko came in her friend, Lori had grown her own dick.

Both girls stared down at it, Lori straddling Yoshiko, the hard dick throbbing on her stomach. It thrust from Lori's shaved pussy, the base resting in Yoshiko's black bush before the long shaft throbbed against Yoshiko's stomach.

"What is going on, Yoshiko?" Lori demanded, shifting, her dick rubbing on Yoshiko's stomach.

"I…I think I'm possessed by a ghost," Yoshiko said. When she came into Lori's pussy, she could hear Sayuri whisper Mitsuko's name through her thoughts. "Today, at lunch…"

Yoshiko spilled out what had happened after she witnessed Kat and Ms. Lindon fucking. Lori's blue eyes grew wider and wider. She leaned over, gripping Yoshiko's bountiful breasts, red hair slipping in bouncy curls about Lori's astonished face. Every time Lori shifted, Yoshiko groaned, more pleasure racing through her body.

"And then the dick sprouted when I grew aroused." Yoshiko swallowed. "And you know the rest."

"And now…what, I'm infected?" Lori asked, staring at her dick. "I have a boyfriend. I can't have a cock, Yoshiko."

"I don't know what to do about it," Yoshiko admitted. She licked her lips, staring at the dick. It was so thick and hard. She had never been into guys, but she had a few times masturbated to futanari porn. It wasn't what she preferred. She liked lesbian porn, usually Hentai pics of her favorite Anime characters exploring their feminine desires.

But futanari was so popular it was hard not to stumble across it. And there was something so sexy about a girl with a dick.

Lori couldn't resist me.

"You're staring at it," Lori said. "Oh, god, you want to suck it, don't you?"

"Well, you sucked my dick," Yoshiko pointed out, feeling more than a little defensive. "While I was unconscious."

"I did," groaned Lori. "Oh, god, Chris might be pissed." Then a smile crossed her lips. "Or turned on. He's so desperate to see me and you have sex."

"Eww," Yoshiko said. "He's my friend. Why would he…?"

"Guys," shrugged Lori. "I think he wants to nail me while I go down on you or something. Guys can be pigs, even Chris."

"Yeah." Yoshiko's pussy clenched. It would be wonderful to go down on Lori or have her go down on me. I've never licked a pussy before.

"So, a ghost gave you a girl-dick, and then you gave me one," Lori said as she lifted her pussy off Yoshiko's dick.

"I guess so."

"Why did that happen?" Lori said as she fell onto the floor, her legs spread wide. "Why did she make us futas?"

Yoshiko stared at her friend's pussy, lips spread open wide, cum dripping out. My cum… Lori's cock thrust from the top of her pussy where her clit would be just like Yoshiko's cock. It was so hard, throbbing, needing to be touched.

"I don't now," Yoshiko said, sitting up, her large breasts jiggling. Her friend looked so yummy. She wanted to lick that pussy.

"Damn," Lori said, staring at her dick. "So this is what blue balls feels like. This throbbing ache. No wonder guys are so desperate to cum sometimes. I just want to grab it and stroke it until I explode."

"Yeah," Yoshiko nodded, her dick still hard. She was still turned on. She licked her lips.

"So it's a Japanese ghost, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you're Japanese, don't you know how to do something about it?"

"I'm half-Japanese." Yoshiko gave her friend a hard look. "And it's not like every Japanese person knows how to do that anyways. We'd need a priest or shrine maiden."

"A shrine maiden like the ghost haunting you?" Lori rolled her eyes. "Great. I doubt she wants to take away our cocks."

"Yeah, I doubt it." Yoshiko grabbed her dick, covered in Lori's pussy juices, and stroked it. She shivered. It was such a wonderful sensation racing down her body. It made her shudder, moan. She wanted to keep jerking it.

"Oh, damn, don't do that," moaned Lori. "Then I'll want to start masturbating. And then we'll both be shooting cum all over my room."

"Uh-huh," Yoshiko moaned, stroking her dick faster, her eyes locked on her friend's dripping pussy. She wanted to eat her own cum out of Lori's snatch. I'm turning into quite the deviant.

"And now you're staring at me all hungry. It's making me so wet." Lori squirmed. "And how much cum did you fire into me? I'm swimming in it."

"I could…" Yoshiko's cheeks burned at how forward she felt. "I could…clean you up."

"With your tongue, right?" Lori said, staring at Yoshiko. "I see that hungry gleam you have in your eye. You want that, don't you? Just want to lean over and lick all your girl-cum out of me. You are such a naughty futanari."

"Uh-huh." Yoshiko couldn't believe how she felt. Her fear was gone. She had sex with Lori just minutes ago. And Lori had loved it. Now Yoshiko wasn't afraid of the awkward silence falling on them like it had when they first kissed. That time, Yoshiko had pushed herself on her friend and found out just how straight Lori was.

And now, things are so different.

"I do want to lick you. I want to make you cum. You made me cum so hard when you sucked my cock."

"Shit," Lori groaned. "Damn, this is going to change everything if I don't get rid of this dick. You know that, right? We crossed a line, Yoshiko. It was half my fault. But…"

"Things are different," Yoshiko smiled, stroking Lori's thighs. "We're more than friends."

"Yes!" Lori trembled as Yoshiko slid her hand higher, savoring how silky her friend's thigh felt beneath her palms. "I don't want to mess things up between Chris and me. And you and me. And him and you. I love him. And you're best friends. But this… It could ruin everything."

"Maybe," Yoshiko groaned, her breasts dangling as she leaned over. She breathed in the tart musk of Lori's pussy mixed with salty cum. "But it's too late to stop. We've both changed. We both enjoyed what we did."

"God, yes," groaned Lori. "Fine."

Yoshiko's fingers reached the flushed, shaved pussy lips of her friend. For the first time in her life, the lesbian stroked another person's snatch. She trembled, her dick throbbing as she leaned farther over. Her heavy breasts swayed, nipples brushing the carpet, as she pressed her face forward. She breathed in the musk.

Licked.

Lori bucked as Yoshiko's tongue slid up her folds. The futanari-schoolgirl savored the taste of her friend's pussy, and her own salty cum. The jizz coated her tongue along with tart cream. Yoshiko savored the flavor and licked again.

And again.

"Delicious," moaned Yoshiko.

"Uh-huh," panted Lori. "I bet."

"I've wanted this for so long." Yoshiko licked again, slowly, savoring the feel and flavor. Lori was so hot and silky. And her dick throbbed as Yoshiko's tongue reached its large base, Lori's pussy lips swollen and wrapped about the shaft.

"Were you…masturbating to me during lunch?" asked Lori.

"Yes," Yoshiko admitted, not seeing the harm in admitting that now that she had her tongue licking through her friend's folds.

"Chris was right," panted Lori, her hips humping. "Oh, yes, Yoshiko. Shove your tongue into me. I love it when Chris does that."

Yoshiko didn't want to be compared to Lori's boyfriend right now, but she did want to probe that delicious pussy. So she shoved her tongue into Lori's depths, swirling around, gathering more of her jizz. Yoshiko pressed her lips tight into the pussy, her tongue rooting around, caressing Lon's depths, cleaning up every drop of cum from her friend she could.

Lori bucked again, her dick bouncing and swaying. It was such a wild sight. Yoshiko licked deeper, harder, watching the swaying shaft with hungry eyes. She wanted to suck hard on the tip, but she also wanted to devour her friend's pussy.

I wish I could do both.

But she couldn't. So she kept swirling her tongue, looking for every drop of her jizz in her friend's depths. Every time Yoshiko found more of her cum, her dick throbbed almost in memory of spurting the spunk into Lori's depths.

"Oh, yes, you're as good as Chris," groaned Lori. "And you're just starting. Oh, yes. You're soooo good, Yoshiko. I love it."

"And you taste delicious," panted Yoshiko. She slid her tongue up through her friend's folds, ending at the base of the girl-dick. What would it be like to suck her cock?

Yoshiko had to try. She let her tongue drag up her friend's shaft. She had to lean forward as she traveled farther up the long shaft, her nipples aching as they rasped across the carpet. Lori sat up, her round breasts jiggling, and she smiled.

"Someone's hungry for my big girl-dick," purred Lori.

"I am," Yoshiko admitted. "I'm so turned on."

"I guess even lesbians get wet for girl-dick, huh?"

Yoshiko nodded her head. She licked the last few inches, her hands grasping the dick. She swirled her tongue about her friend's dick, savoring the texture of the mushroom-shaped crown and the salty flavor of precum.

At the exact same moment, a tongue licked at Yoshiko's cock, swirling around it. The futanari's eyes widened. Her pussy clenched as the licking sensations rippled down her shaft. She groaned, staring up at Lori.

"What?" her friend asked. "You just went pale and your blue eyes got big and round. Did you see a ghost?" Lori's smile was mocking. And then it slipped from her lips. "Wait, did you really?"

"Felt her," Yoshiko groaned.

"Where?" Lori looked around, her breasts jiggling. "I don't see her."

"She licked my dick the same way I licked yours," Yoshiko answered, her pussy clenching, her cock, dangling between her thighs, throbbing. Experimentally, Yoshiko licked at Lori's dick.

The tongue licked at hers.

"Oh, that's wild," moaned Yoshiko, her hand grasping Lori's cock, stroking it. The ghost's hand stroked her own dick. "She's doing what I'm doing."

"You sure that's her then?" Lori asked. She bit her lip. "Maybe, you're just feeling what you're doing to me."

"Maybe." Yoshiko swirled her tongue about the crown of Lori's dick and simultaneously felt the same sensation on her own. It was delicious. "I love it either way."

"I bet." Lori's round breasts rose and fell as she sucked in a deep breath. "Because feeling you lick my dick is amazing. Keep doing it."

Yoshiko was eager to comply. She swirled her tongue about her best friend's girl-dick, tracing around the spongy crown, loving how it throbbed beneath her. Then she sucked on the tip hard, her cheeks hollowing. Her hand stroking faster, harder while the same sensations rippled through her own cock.

Sayuri the Ghost flicked her tongue and licked at the slit of Yoshiko's cock. The Japanese futanari groaned, licking Lori's cock faster, hips wiggling. Pussy juices leaked down her shaft and…something different happened. The ghost licked at Yoshiko's shaft, following the line of juices up to her pussy before the ghost's tongue nuzzled into her wet folds.

"Oh, it's the ghost," moaned Yoshiko. "She got bored of the copy game and now is licking my pussy. Oh, she's good. Oh, yes. Thank you, Sayuri-chan. I love it. Mmm, yes."

"Don't forget about my cock," moaned Lori. "And finger my pussy at the same time. I bet that will be so hot."

Yoshiko agreed. She engulfed the crown of her friend's cock, sucking hard, savoring the precum bubbling into her mouth. At the same time, her fingers penetrated Lori's pussy, sinking into the hot depths, Yoshiko's cock throbbing in memory of the tight, silky hole.

Sayuri's tongue licked and nuzzled deeper, swirling, her hand stroking Yoshiko's cock faster. Every time the ghost's hand stroked to the end of the futanari's cock, tingles raced through Yoshiko's body. She moaned about Lori's dick, shuddering as the pleasure built.

Yoshiko loved sucking cock and having her pussy licked. She loved Lori's girl-dick and Sayuri's tongue.

"Oh, god, this is amazing," moaned Lori, falling back onto the floor, her breasts jiggling, her red hair spilling around her head. "Oh, yes. Suck my cock, Yoshiko. Suck that big, throbbing dick. Oh, yes. That's so wonderful. Oh, you're just so amazing. I'm going to explode into your mouth. Please, please, don't stop."

Yoshiko couldn't answer. She didn't want to lift her mouth from her friend's dick. She wanted to keep sucking and nibbling and driving her wild. She wanted her friend's cum spurting into her hungry mouth, filling her to the brim with delicious cum.

That salty, wonderful, delicious treat. It would overflow her mouth. There would be so much of it.

Yoshiko sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing with her enthusiasm. Lori's pussy clenched on Yoshiko's thrusting finger, loving what she did to her body. Just the idea she was giving her friend a blowjob sent a rush through the lesbian futanari. Her pussy ached as Sayuri licked her tongue faster and faster through her folds.

The ghostly hand pumped faster on Yoshiko's dick. Her pussy clenched and relaxed. An ached formed at the tip of her shaft. She moaned louder about Lori's cock, making the redhead thrash harder, breasts heaving. Lori bucked, her dick sliding deeper into Lori's mouth.

"Soooo good. No wonder Chris is always begging me for blowjobs!" Lori let out a gasp. "Oh, yes, Yoshiko. I'm going to cream your mouth. I'm going to pump so much cum down your throat. You're going to drown in it."

That sounded perfect to Yoshiko.

Sayuri nibbled on Yoshiko's labia, sending flutter racing to the tip of her cock. The ghost stroked faster and faster. Yoshiko's girl-dick throbbed. She sucked so hard on Lori's shaft. The Japanese futanari sent her tongue swirling about the crown, teasing her friend.

Lori bucked again. Her body thrashed. Her pussy tightened on Yoshiko's thrusting fingers. Juices flowed hot around the digits. Lori's hips rose from the floor, propelled up by her feet planted on the carpet, legs thrusting. She slammed back down.

And came.

"Yoshiko!" howled Lori as her cum spurted.

Salty, thick, delicious girl-jizz filled Yoshiko's mouth. A wonderful, salty flood of girl-cum splashed into her mouth. She gulped it down, savoring it. Lori's cumming in my mouth. This is amazing. Lori's pussy spasmed about Yoshiko's fingers, milking them like they were a girl-dick.

Sensations rushed through Yoshiko, propelled by Sayuri's licking tongue and stroking hand, mixing with the thrill of pleasuring her friend. Yoshiko's pussy clenched. Her body shuddered, breasts swaying. She moaned as she swallowed Lori's cum.

And came.

Yoshiko's head snapped back, popping her mouth off her friend's dick. The final blast of Lori's cum splashed across Yoshiko's chin and throat as she yelled, "Sayuri, you amazing ghost! Yes!"

Pussy juices flooded out of Yoshiko's cunt, squirting into the ghost's hungry mouth. Yoshiko's cock kept erupting, splattering the carpet with thick ropes of creamy seed. Yoshiko's body shivered. The pleasure rushed to her mind, drowning her in the duel delights of her feminine and masculine orgasms. They swirled through her, leaving her heaving, gasping.

And then she hit her peak. She panted, cum dripping down her throat to her huge breasts.

"Wow," Lori said, lying on her back.

"Uh-huh," Yoshiko said, pulling her fingers out of her friend's snatch. She brought them to her lips, licking, savoring the tart cream. She sucked hard, cleaning off her fingers.

"I mean…wow," Lori said. "I can't wait to fuck your pussy, Yoshiko."

Yoshiko's blue eyes widened. She moaned, "Oh, yes," around the fingers, but it came out muffled.

Lori sat up on her elbows, a sheen of sweat over her breasts. "That was…" Her eyes widened. "The ghost is licking up your cum!"

Yoshiko lowered her head, looking past her dangling breasts to the pearly cream soaking into the carpet. Something invisible licked through the cum, gathering it up. The cum slowly faded away as the ghost consumed it.

"Wow, she's a cum-hungry slut," giggled Lori. "Ghost-san, you are wild."

"Her name is Sayuri-chan," Yoshiko said. "And I think she believes I'm Princess Mitsuko."

"The girl she has a crush on?" Lori asked. "I bet that's why she became a futa. To fuck that princess."

"I wonder how she did it." Yoshiko bit her lip. "Or why she's a ghost now."

"I don't know," Lori said, stroking her dick. "But I'm still aroused. Care to help a girl out?"

Yoshiko's eyes flicked up to her friend's dick, locking on it. Her pussy clenched, remembering Sayuri's cock filling her. Yoshiko nodded her head. She couldn't resist. She had to ride Lori's dick, to feel another futanari's cock in her.

Yoshiko straddled her friend's waist, moving swiftly. She had to feel that cock in her pussy. Lori groaned as Yoshiko grasped her dick. The Japanese futanari's own cock bobbed before her as she brought the tip of Lori's shaft to her pussy. Yoshiko groaned.

And impaled herself.

"Yes," both futanari moaned together as Yoshiko's pussy sank down the dick. It filled her up, making her head snap back. Her dick ached and throbbed, smacking into Lori's groin and skirt still bunched around her waist. Precum flicked from the tip, splattering Lori's breasts.

"Oh, damn, I'm in your pussy," Lori gasped, a smile spreading across her freckled face. "This is what Chris feels when he fucks me."

"Don't talk about your boyfriend," Yoshiko moaned. "Let me enjoy this."

"Yes," Lori purred. "Oh, Yoshiko, ride my cock. I want to cum in you so badly."

Yoshiko nodded, her pussy clenching about her friend's dick. She rose up and down the shaft, hips shaking, her dick bouncing before her. It slapped into Lori's groin and skirt every time Yoshiko slammed down her friend's dick. The loud slap etched through the room.

Pleasure rushed through Yoshiko. The friction made her shudder and spasm. Her hips rose faster and faster. Her head threw back, savoring the rush of delight shooting through her body. She humped faster and faster, her dick aching. Sensations rushed to the crown of her dick, building the pleasure while her large tits bounced and slapped together.

"You're breasts are so hypnotic, Yoshiko," groaned Lori. "Oh, wow, the way they bounce. They're so big. Huge. I love them. I wish my tits were so large."

"But yours are so cute," gasped Yoshiko, staring at her friend's jiggling breasts. She grabbed them. "They're so firm. Delicious grapefruit."

Lori gasped as Yoshiko pinched her nipples. She twisted them, the redhead squirming, her hips bucking up, bouncing Yoshiko. She loved it. Her breasts bounced and jiggled before her, her cock aching, throbbing. It was so wonderful to have a girl's dick in her.

Hands pried at her butt-cheeks. Not Lori's hands. Those were on Yoshiko's hips, gripping her as she writhed and bounced. Sayuri's hands pulled apart Yoshiko's butt-cheeks. A moment later, the ghost's tongue licked at Yoshiko's asshole.

Her round eyes widened. Yoshiko moaned out her delight. She loved lesbian anal porn. She licked her lips as the futa-ghost rimmed her. The swirling tongue made Yoshiko shuddered and her pussy clench on Lori's dick.

"Yes, Sayuri-chan, yes!" moaned Yoshiko.

"What's she doing?"

"She's licking my asshole," gasped Yoshiko. "She's tonguing it. She sending such wonderful, fluttering, delicious delight through me. Oh, yes. She's making me ache. She's making me shudder and moan."

"Good," panted Lori. "Rim her asshole, Ghost-san. Make my futanari friend explode on my dick. I want that cock erupting, showering me in cum."

"Oh, do you like that?" moaned Yoshiko, her dick throbbing. She rode her friend faster and faster. She wanted to drench her in cum. She wanted to coat her and shower her in jizz.

"Yes, yes, yes," Lori moaned, gripping Yoshiko's hips hard.

Yoshiko's hips rose and fell faster and faster, her pussy drinking in the friction churned by Lori's cock. It was so pleasurable. Ripples shot through her body, ending at the tip of her dick. Her asshole clenched as the futa-ghost licked and swirled.

And then her tongue wiggled into Yoshiko's sphincter.

Yoshiko groaned. Her eyes squeezed shut as she savored the futa-ghost's tongue fucking in and out of her asshole. The burning sensation rushed to the tip of her dick, combining with the delight churning through her pussy.

"Oh, yes, she's licking my asshole. It's so hot, Lori. So hot."

"Oh, god," Lori moaned, fingers digging into her friend's hips. "Your pussy is so hot. I can't take much more"

"Cum in me," panted Yoshiko. "Flood my cunt. I want it. I want to feel you spurt into me."

"Yes," gasped Lori, her hips thrusting up. "Oh, god, yes!"

Yoshiko savored the hot spurt of her friend's cum splashing into the depths of her pussy. She shuddered, slamming down on her friend, her asshole clenching on the futa-ghost's tongue. Yoshiko bottomed out, her tits and cock bouncing, slapping against flesh.

The friction rushed to her core. The pressure swelled.

Exploded out of her.

"Lori!" Yoshiko screamed as her dick unloaded. Cum shot from the tip, splashing Lori's breasts as Yoshiko bucked.

Her pussy spasmed about her friend's shaft, milking out more jizz. Her back arched, large tits bouncing. More and more cum erupted from her own dick, panting more ropy lines across Lori's tits as the futa-ghost kept licking Yoshiko's asshole, kept stirring pleasure through the half-Japanese futanari.

The ecstasy bathed her mind. It boiled her thoughts. She couldn't believe this had happened. It was amazing. Wonderful. Bliss rippled through her. She tossed her head back and forth, her silky-black hair dancing as she drank in the pleasure.

"Lori!" Yoshiko moaned. "Oh, yes! I love you!"

The words echoed. Yoshiko's eyes widened. She glanced down at her friend, fear hammering her heart. But Lori just thrashed, her dick spurting a final time into Yoshiko's pussy Lori's blue eyes fluttered open, a smile crossing her lips.

She didn't hear me.

"Oh, Yoshiko, that was the best," Lori panted, her cock shrinking inside of Yoshiko's pussy. "Mmm, I think I'm finally satiated."

Yoshiko nodded, her own dick shrinking back into a little clit. She breathed in and out and…

Her eyes widened. A huge, thick tip pressed at her asshole. "Lori," Yoshiko groaned. "I think the ghost wants to fuck my asshole."Every thing grew dark for Chris as the ghost choked him. The last thing he saw was her face while the heat grew through his body. His cock throbbed in the vengeful spirit's cunt. And then…he felt his shaft shrink, his dick retreating out of her pussy, growing smaller and smaller. Not going soft, but his girth vanishing. His balls were next, retracting into his body.

"No…" he choked out, his voice so high-pitched, girlish.

His clothing grew loose as the heat burned in him. His shoulders felt narrower, muscles fading from his legs. The shape of his hips changed, growing rounder, curved, feminine. His blond hair sprouted long as the features of his face softened from masculine bluntness.

Two breasts sprouted. Chris could feel them grow, pressing on the front of his t-shirt. Hard nipples, thicker than before, rasped on the material as his tits kept growing bigger and bigger. As his thoughts grew sluggish, Chris realized something.

She's turned me into…a woman.

The sixteen-year-old trembled, her breast swelled to the size of Yoshiko's. The ghost whispered something, her fingers relaxing. The anger was gone. Her mouth nuzzled at Chris's plumper, feminine lips, kissing the new girl. The fingers released Chris's throat.

Her vision fuzzed back into focus. Chris trembled, her thighs pressed tight, her cock and balls gone. She could feel something else down there. Something growing wet and hot as the ghost's kissed harder. Sensations rushed through Chris's new body.

This is not right. That can't be a pussy down there.

The ghost broke the kiss, her face again the mask of white makeup, looking so beautiful and feminine, like a doll come to life, the hideous anger gone. She stroked Chris's soft cheek and spoke a name.

"Sayuri-chan."

"I'm not Sayuri-chan," Chris said, her voice far too girlish. Her manly baritone was gone. She spoke higher-pitched then she had as a boy. "I'm a boy, not a girl."

The ghost's right hand moved down, squeezing Chris's large breast, thumbing across a fat nipple. A sensitive nipple.

Chris groaned, her pussy clenching as the ghost licked her lips with hungry desire. The bitch turned me into this Sayuri-chan. Fuck. What the fuck?

The ghost kissed Chris again. She bucked, the ghost's mouth so hot, so passionate. Heat shuddered through Chris. It surged through her body to her mouth, her fingers and toes growing cold. The ghost's tongue probed into Chris's mouth, licking, lapping, gathering the heat. Chris shuddered, her body spasming as more heat rushed to their kiss.

Her hands and feet grew cold, the child spreading up her limbs. Chris groaned, heart thudding in realization. She thrashed, but her feet and hands felt so heavy, like lead weights dragging at his arms and legs, making it hard to move them.

She's going to kill me. That bitch! She turned me into a girl so she could kill me.

Chris grew weaker and weaker, more and more of his heat drawing into the ghost. She spasmed as her legs and arms went numb, freezing, hanging limp, the head drawing from the core of her body. She closed her eyes. Everything… faded…

When the stall door burst open. A girl shouted in Japanese.

The ghost broke the kiss. Chris let out a gasp of breath, heat rushing back into her body as the ghost turned, glaring at the newcomer. It was Miyu, the Japanese exchange student, a petite girl with straight-black hair, glasses perched on her delicate nose. She wore a Japanese school uniform, white blouse tucked into a gray, pleated skirt. She wore a matching vest to her skirt and a red tie snug about her throat.

She thrust her left hand forward, holding a rectangular piece of paper, only a few inches wide but seven or eight inches long, Japanese script painted in thick, flowing strokes down it. The paper burned bright white.

The ghost screamed. The dancing ball of blue light rushed at Miyu, slamming into her piece of paper. Light flared. Miyu stepped back and swung what she held in her right hand. It was a rod with a chain formed out of zig-zag diamonds of folded paper. It burst with white brilliance, hitting the glowing ball.

Light dazzled Chris. She raised her arms against the glare. The ghost howled in rage. For a moment, her hand squeezed Chris's breast hard, bringing a gasp of pain from the gender-swapped girl, and then the weight of her body vanished, freeing Chris's breast.

She blinked through the light, staring at Miyu as she stood, breathing hard, lowering her strange wand tipped with the chain. She had seen something like that in Anime, often used by priests or shrine maidens in ceremonies. And the reluctantly paper…

"That's an ofuda," Chris gasped. "It's a seal, right? For protection?"

Miyu looked around, her almond-shaped eyes scanning "Yes," she said, her voice thick with her accent. "It drove off the onryō before she killed you."

"Thanks," Chris said, then blushed, her jeans around her ankles along with her boxers. She looked down past her large breasts straining her t-shirt. at the blonde bush growing between her legs. No cock. I really am a woman. What the fuck am I supposed to tell people? Tell Lori?

"Move," Miyu said, her gaze casting around. "I only drove the onryō off. And it was not the only thing released. There is a yokai prowling the halls. And that is far more dangerous."

"Yokai?" Chris swallowed. She had heard that term. "That's a demon, right?"

"Close enough." Miyu's head snapped around to the right. "She's moving."

"The ghost bitch?"

"The yokai. Yokubō-no-Tako."Mariah Young glanced at her phone. "Fuck, Chris, how long does it take to crap?"

She sat in the art room alone, their project half completed. The African-American teenager stretched again, the hem of her blouse rising to expose an inch of coffee-cream skin. She leaned back in the uncomfortable chair, the low back of the seat digging into her spine.

"I'm not doing this all on my own," she muttered. "Damned White boy think he can pawn it off on me."

A paint can clattered. Mariah turned her head and frowned at the can rolling across the floor. It was about the size of her hand, the thick, goopy, blue paint leaking out as it sluggishly came to a stop. Mariah groaned.

"Great. How'd that happen?" She put her phone in her pocket and looked around for a towel. She spotted a dirty rag on the counter, smeared in countless shades of paint, and walked towards it.

Another paint can clattered on the floor, the lid popping off. She glanced over her shoulder to see the lid rolling through the chairs, leaving behind a streak of red. More pain spilled across the classroom floor. Mariah's eyebrows furrowed.

"The fuck?" she muttered, craning her head as she stared at the shelf covered in similar paint cans. "Did a cat get in here? Or a rat?"

She shuddered. Once she had seen a rat in Redwood, the small community she lived in and for which her school, Redwood Academy, was named for. She hoped it wasn't a rat. She would walk out of this classroom and fuck her grade if it was a rat.

Another paint can fell. And a fourth. Something wiggled and undulated. She caught a glimpse of a purple tentacle covered in clear slime. She blinked in shock. It was like an octopus. She shook her head, walking through the desks.

"How the fuck did an octopus get in here?" If this is your idea of a joke, Chris, I'll kick your White ass.

"Omeko," a voice growled, deep, rumbling.

The tentacles shot out at her, crossing the length of the classroom. Mariah had only a moment to gasp before she was entangled in the tentacles. They wrapped about her limbs. The tips were bulbous, looking like a cock and leaking a clear liquid. Heat flushed through her where the slimy tentacles touched her bare skin, the suction cups gripping her. Exploding out of the wall was a purple monster, round, bulbous, dotted with yellow eyes.

"Omeko," it growled again. "Omanko. Kai. Hamaguri."

She gasped, head throwing wide, as more tentacles seized her. Her jeans ripped. And then her pussy exploded in bliss.

To be continued…

Haunted by the Futa Ghost Chapter 4: Taken by the Demon's Tentacles

Haunted by the Futa Ghost

Chapter Four: Taken by the Demon's Tentacles

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen male/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen hermaphrodites, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Body Modification, Gender Swap, Tentacle, Monster, Ghost, Magic

The beat of the drum summoned me to the stage before the statue of our shrine's guardian, Kanshu-no-Kami. I was dressed in my miko garb, my red hakama about my legs and cinched tight at my waist, my haori over my kimono, the tasseled ends swaying before me, dangling with bells that tinkled with my every movement. I gripped my gohei in my hand, a wand of cedar wood from which dangle two shide, paper folded to form a zigzag chain of diamonds. The shide fluttered as I turned on the tatami mats and faced the audience.

My breath caught. Mitsuko-hime knelt in the audience beside her father, Daimyo Tōdō Hidenaga. She was so beautiful in a kimono of midnight blue, her face painted white, her lips bright red. Her hair was a piled mass on her head, held together by a comb of alabaster. Her hands were folded into the sleeves of her kimono, and her eyes were on me.

Hot eyes.

The memory of our shared kiss in the onsen this afternoon flushed through me. My feet hesitated in the rhythm of the Kagura, the sacred dance I had to perform. I almost lost my rhythm. She was so beautiful. My Ōjo-sama.

But then I felt my father's eyes on me as he beat of the drum, his voice singing deep, long, sonorous notes. I had to do my part. I could not falter. It was the spring equinox. The Kagura had to be perform so Kanshu-no-Kami could keep the dread yokai Yokubō-no-Tako bound for another season.

As I turned, my eyes fell on the wooden stature of Kanshu-no-Kami, a man grappling with something foul, the hints of tentacles wrapped about his limbs as he drove the yokai into its prison, trapping it for eternity.

So long as I danced.500 years later…

Bliss exploded through Mariah Young as the purple, octopus-like tentacle, surged up her legs, ripping open the crotch of her jeans. The monster rammed the bulbous, cock-like end into her pussy. The tentacle fucked in and out of her like a dick, reaming her snatch. The African-American girl moaned loudly. She was sixteen, her breasts bouncing in her fringed belly shirt while her head tossed back and forth. Her pussy clenched on the tentacle.

"Oh, my god," she gasped as she was held aloft while a round mass of purple flesh, dotted with yellow eyes, spilled out of the wall, spilling over more paint cans. They rolled about the art room of Redwood Academy. "What are you?"

"Omeko," the creature rumbled again, a mouth filled with sharp teeth opening wide. A long tongue licked across its lips as more cock-tentacles reached for the sixteen-year-old Mariah. "Chichi."

Her shirt and bra ripped away. Her breasts bounced free, brown nipples hard. Two purple, slimy tentacles wrapped about her breasts, squeezing them into mounds as she shuddered in the creature's embrace. Everywhere it touched her, spreading thick slime, pleasure bled through her body. She screamed and moaned, undulating, her pussy clenching down on the reaming tentacle-cock.

The ends of the tentacles reached her nipples. Little feelers broke out, tiny, almost hair-like appendages wrapped about her nipples, twisting and rolling them. A delightful tremble of pleasure shot through her body, racing down to the pleasure boiling in her pussy.

The monster lifted her higher, her head brushing the drop ceiling of the classroom. Its bulk dragged along the floor beneath her, mouth opened wide. Her pussy juices dripped from her snatch, falling on its large tongue.

"Omanko," it groaned in delight. "Momo jiri."

"Oh, god," gasped Mariah as another tentacle-dick pressed between the cheeks of her ass. It leaked slick slime as it pressed on her sphincter. She her back arched as the tentacle reamed into her bowels, stuffing both her holes.

She bucked and squirmed, friction burning in her pussy and asshole as the monster fucked her. The smaller tentacles pulled at her nipples, stretching out her breasts as she quivered and shuddered. The pleasure surged through her body. Her skin burned as its writhing tentacles smeared slime across her skin. The aphrodisiac sent her mind boiling with ecstasy.

She tossed and squirmed as the monster fucked her faster, harder. Its tentacle cocks reamed into her pussy and asshole. They expanded, growing and stretching wide her cunt and bowels. Mariah bucked, her toes curling.

"Oh, my god! Oh, yes!" She thrashed as her orgasm exploded in the depths of her cunt.

Juices gushed from pussy around the tentacle cock, pouring into the monster's mouth. It gurgled in delight, tentacle tightening about her breasts. They throbbed in pain, making her gasp louder, harder, driving her orgasm to higher peaks.

She drowned in bliss. She had never experienced anything like it. Her boyfriend had hardly made her orgasm once, and then it had been so weak. Not the flood of rapture splashing against her mind, churned by the strokes of the monster's two thrusting cocks reaming both her holes.

"Amai," the monster groaned as her pussy cream poured into its mouth.

"Keep fucking me," she hissed. "You fucking monster. Yes, yes, ream those tentacle-cocks into me. Oh, god. Oh, yes!"

Rapture surged through Mariah as another orgasm exploded into her. Both her holes writhed about the monster's plunging cocks. It growled louder beneath her. Mariah's nipples stretched as it pulled on the brown nubs, her tits aching, her ecstasy growing.

And then it erupted. Cum spurted from its tentacle-cocks buried in her asshole and pussy. It howled its pleasure as it flooded her with jizz. Her body spasmed. She screamed out her bliss as her tits jiggled. The ecstasy built and built in her mind, driving away all her thought as the jizz filled her body. Every nerve in her burned.

There was only the sweet rapture of cumming left to Mariah, and endless need to feel the tentacles flooding her over and over. She thrashed and groaned as white ecstasy consumed her essence."How can there be a yokai?" Chris asked, her once masculine voice now high-pitched and feminine, as she struggled to hold up her jeans and follow after Miyu.

Chris heart thudded beneath her breasts. She had breasts. Large breasts. They bounced beneath her t-shirt, jiggling with her every movement, her nipples hard, pressing against the fabric. Her blonde hair had grown long, framing her tanned face, all the masculinity softened to feminine beauty. She even felt shorter, like she had lost a few inches of height. It didn't make sense to her. The ghost of the Japanese girl had somehow changed her into a woman.

And then had tried to kill her.

But then Miyu appeared, wielding her strange rod with a chain of zigzagging, paper diamonds in one hand and a folded, paper seal in the other. She had driven off the ghost and saved Chris's life. Now she marched ahead. Miyu was a new transfer student from Japan, still wearing the gray skirt and vest of her old school uniform. Redwood Academy didn't have a uniform.

"Come on, talk to me," Chris said as they stepped out of the men's room.

Miyu's head snapped back and forth, her long, silky hair sliding about her shoulders. It was as dark as Chris's friend Yoshiko. Miyu had the same soft, olive skin and delicate face, though Miyu's eyes were slanted like almonds and dark brown while Yoshiko had her Caucasian father's round baby blues.

Miyu strode down the hallway, the paper chain whisking as she walked. Her back was set. To Chris, it was like she strode into battle. From ahead, where the art classroom lay, a woman let out a loud moan.

Not of pain, but pleasure.

"Mariah," Chris gasped. She had left her art project partner, Mariah, behind to go jerk off in the bathroom after Lori, her girlfriend, sent her a series of naughty, nude selfies. While jacking off, the ghost had first sucked Chris's dick and then fucked her, turning her into a girl.

How do I explain this to Lori? Chris thought with a groan.

"The yokai is attacking someone," Miyu hissed. "Stay back."

"Like hell," Chris said, her voice too high-pitched to make the words sound as tough and manly as she wanted. Her cheeks flushed as she dashed after Miyu, using one hand to keep her pants hitched up. Her waist had shrunk, leaving her with curving hips and pants too big to wear.

Miyu reached the art room and ripped open the door with the hand holding her wand. She marched in, shouting in Japanese, holding up the folded paper. Chris thought it was an ofuda, a Japanese seal used to ward off evil.

White light flared.

Chris darted to the door, looking in over Miyu's shoulder. Through the glare, he could see a mass of writhing purple. Mariah danced in the air, held aloft, her body naked. Chris's eyes widened as she watched the tentacles fucking her, white jizz gushing from her pussy and asshole, spurting out around the appendages buried into her flesh.

"So good!" screamed Maria.

A flush of heat rippled out of Chris's new pussy. She squeezed her thighs together, her clit throbbing. It was a scene right out of La Blue Girl or Urotsukidōji, two famous, Japanese Hentai about demon tentacle monsters.

Yokai, Chris realized. Holy shit, they're real. First a pissed off Japanese ghost turns me into a woman and now a tentacle monster is molesting Mariah.

The beast growled and snarled in Japanese as Miyu advanced forward, the ofuda thrust before her. She held her wand low, the single chain of paper fluttering behind her. Her words were dwarfed by the power of the monster.

"ĪE!" boomed the monster.

A roar of wind slammed from the monster. It whipped at Chris's clothing. Miyu's skirt rustled. She raised her ofuda higher, obscuring her face. Chris shuddered, fear beating at his heart while Mariah gasped and moaned her delight, still cumming on the monster's tentacles.

The white light flickered. And then it shattered like glass. The force of the wind crashed into Miyu. She screamed, her voice so small, childish as her body hurtled back. Chris grunted as the Japanese schoolgirl crashed into her. The pair fell backward in a tangled heap of limbs. Chris gasped, the air knocked out of her lungs.

And then the wind vanished.

The world grew calm.

"What the fuck happened?" Chris groaned. "Miyu?"

But the Japanese girl didn't respond. She lay limp on Chris's body. Her heart hammered. She reached out, touching the girl's throat and…

A pulse throbbed. Chris let out an explosive breath. "She's still alive."

Chris sighed and looked into the art room, craning her neck. The monster, and Mariah, were gone.Lori shuddered, her eyes widening. The futanari-ghost was here. Excitement burst through her body. She had just had one hot fuck with her best friend, Yoshiko, both futanari finally satiated enough for their cocks to shrink back into little clits.

Lori didn't always have a cock, and neither did her best friend. This afternoon, Yoshiko was haunted by the futanari-ghost in the restroom at their high school. After getting her cherry popped, Yoshiko gained a clit that could turn into a girl-dick. When Lori discovered it, after posing naked for nude pictures for her boyfriend, she had to try out Yoshiko's dick. She felt a little guilty for cheating on Chris.

But it had been hot. And she is still a girl, Lori had rationed. Chris always did want to see me with a girl.

But after Yoshiko and Lori had fucked, Lori also gained a clit that could transform into a hard, throbbing dick. The redhead had loved it. Yoshiko had just finished riding Lori's dick, and they both had cum so hard.

"I have to see this," Lori said, eager to see the ghost at work. She scooted out from beneath her friend with a wiggle. Lori's round breasts bounced. Her tits were nowhere near as big as Yoshiko's. Though half-Japanese, she was short and petite, she had some of the biggest tits at the Redwood Academy.

The redhead fell to her knees behind Yoshiko. "Is the ghost really trying to fuck your asshole?"

Yoshiko nodded her head, her round, blue eyes wide as she looked at Lori over her shoulder. "I can feel Sayuri-chan's dick rubbing on my asshole. She was licking it at first. I think…getting me ready."

"Mmm, I don't blame her," Lori said, smacking her lips. Now that she was a futanari, she was finding the female form just so interesting. Before, Lori had no attraction for Yoshiko. Now she felt her clit itching.

She rubbed herself, her clit sprouting into a dick again as she stared at her friend's ass. Lori's eyes widened. Ghostly fingerprints dug into Yoshiko's pale-olive butt-cheeks. There really is a spirit here touching her.

Lori shifted until she could see Yoshiko's puckered asshole. It was dark brown and clenching. Lori stroked her growing dick, her pussy tightening. The redhead bit her lip, loving the sight of Yoshiko wiggling hips, her thick, black bush dripping with Lori's own girl-cum, and—

Yoshiko's asshole widened, blossoming to reveal the depths of her bowels while she shuddered and moaned. Lori's breath caught. The ghost's girl-cock was sliding invisible into her friend's bowels. She stroked her hardening dick faster, watching Yoshiko's asshole expanding more and more.

"Holy shit, I can see into your asshole, Yoshiko. The ghost's reaming you."

"I know," groaned Yoshiko, her voice throaty. From her pussy, a hard cock sprouted from amid the sloppy, cum-stained pubic hairs. "Oh, my god. She's so huge. She's driving so deep into me. Oh, Sayuri-chan"

"Yes, yes, fuck her ass, Sayuri," groaned Lori. "This is unbelievable." Lori looked around and spied her phone. She snagged it, ignoring the text from Chris and other notifications. She aimed it at Yoshiko's ass and hit record. "My friend is being fucked by a futanari-ghost," Lori narrated. "Look, you can see her asshole gaping open. That's all ghost."

Without thinking, Lori reached out, her left finger pointed ahead. She felt nothing as her digit slid into Yoshiko's asshole, not touching the sides of her friend's bowels. The dick was far thicker than the redhead's finger.

"Oh, my god, this is amazing," Lori said, pulling her finger out of the gaping cavity. "I can't feel the ghost at all, but she's fucking my friends ass."

"Yes, she is," moaned Yoshiko, her head tossing. The sound of her pillowy tits smacking together echoed as the futanari rocked her hips into the ghost's cock. "It's so good. So different than being fucked in the pussy."

Lori stroked her cock with one hand, recording with the other. Her pussy clenched each time she reached the crown of her dick, smearing precum across the sensitive tip and down the shaft. Lori bit her lip, her hips shaking. She loved her new girl-cock.

What will Chris think when he learns I have a bigger cock than him? She giggled. Knowing the freak, he'd want to watch me fuck Yoshiko with it. Her boyfriend was into futanari porn.

Lori's hand shot down to her groin and slid along her cock as she recorded. Juices dripped down her thighs. She licked her lip, the itch growing at the tip of her cock. She wanted to be fucking. She wanted to ram her dick into her friend's asshole and cum.

Her eyes widened. "I couldn't feel the ghost, Yoshiko."

"What?" groaned Yoshiko, her voice thick and throaty.

Lori gripped the phone as she crawled on her knees forward. Her body phased through the ghost's body. She didn't even feel a tingle. She brought her cock to the gaping-open asshole, guiding it into the hole. She groaned, feeling the walls of Lori's bowels. Her cock was as thick as the ghost's.

"Lori," Yoshiko groaned "Oh, god, your fucking my ass, too."

"It's too inviting to pass up," Lori moaned as she slammed all the way into the hot, velvety depths. "Mmm, I'm fucking your asshole at the same time the ghost is.""Oh, my god," Yoshiko squealed, her body shuddering at the strange sensations rippling out of her bowels.

She could feel Lori's cock buried into the depths of her asshole at the same as Sayuri-chan's cock reamed in and out. She squirmed, two different cocks fucking her bowels at the same time, overlapping with each other, driving her wild with the duel sensations.

Her girl-dick throbbed before her. Overcome by the sensations, Yoshiko lowered her head, resting the crown on the floor, peering down her body. Her large breasts jiggling, shaking and bouncing together, her hard dick swaying beyond. Juices and cum leaked out of her pussy, dripping down her shaft as she was fucked.

And then Lori began moving.

"Oh, my god, you're both fucking me," Yoshiko moaned as the powerful wave of pleasure rippled out of her body. "This is so much."

"Uh-huh," Lori moaned, fucking Yoshiko faster and faster, gripping her hips.

Yoshiko shuddered as she felt the two different cocks fucking her at different speeds, sliding in and out at different moments. She shook and shuddered at the duel delights reaming through her body, sending waves of fluttering bliss through her. She rocked back, hearing the smack of flesh as Lori's bottomed out, feeling Sayuri-chan's groin a heartbeat later but not hearing any sound.

Lori moaned and groaned as she pounded Yoshiko, but the ghost was silent. If she made noises, Yoshiko didn't hear them. But she could feel both dicks. Her bowels burned from the friction It melted out of her bowels to her pussy and then down the length of her dick.

Which throbbed.

…Mitsuko-hime…

"I'm not her," gasped Yoshiko. "But just keep fucking me anyways, Sayuri-chan."

"Oh, yes, keep fucking her, Sayuri," Lori moaned. "Oh, damn, Yoshiko, this feels so good."

"Uh-huh." Yoshiko lifted her head and swept her gaze around behind her, watching her friend's breasts bouncing before her as she pounded Yoshiko's bowels. She's so beautiful. A part of Yoshiko wanted to blurt out, "I love you," again and make sure Lori heard her this time.

But what about Chris? Lori loves Chris. They're both my best friends. I can't break them apart.

Guilt washed through her. But only for a few moments. The two cocks reaming in and out of her bowels sent ripples of pleasure through her body. The guilt banished as she enjoyed the hard thrusts of both Lori and the futanari-ghost, her dick aching, throbbing.

Yoshiko grew closer and closer to cumming. She bucked back into both their thrusts, clenching her bowels around their dicks. For a moment, Lori and the ghost had the same rhythm, both their cocks reaming in and the same moment, really teasing her nerves.

Then they fell out of sync and buried into Yoshiko at different times.

Yoshiko loved it. "Oh, God, Lori, I'm going to cum."

"Do it. Oh, damn, cum on both our dicks."

…Ōjo-sama…

"Yes," Yoshiko moaned. Her pussy clenched. Her body trembled. Her dick throbbed.

Her bowels spasmed about the reaming dicks. Pleasure erupted in the depths of Yoshiko's pussy. Waves rippled down her cock. Every time they reached the tip, a powerful blast of cum erupted, splatting the carpet of Lori's bedroom. The pleasure caused by the spurts of girl-jizz slammed into the waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

They reached her mind.

Yoshiko trembled and gasped as the pleasure burned over her. Both cocks reaming her teased her asshole's depths. They kept her trembling and moaning, her dick erupting over and over as she bucked and groaned.

"Damn," Lori moaned. "Oh, damn, that feels nice when you cum on my dick."

"Both your dicks," gasped Yoshiko. "They're both so good. "Oh, yes, Sayuri-chan! Lori!"

She trembled, the delightful sensations kept shooting through her body. The pair fucking her asshole kept her trembling and gasping. Her girl-dick stayed hard as both the ghost and Lori pounded her. She groaned, her breasts shaking, her face contorting as the rapture spilled over and over into her mind. Her pussy kept spasming, juices gushing down her thighs.

The spicy scent of her juices filled Yoshiko's nose as she gasped and moaned. Her head leaned down again, her black hair sweeping across the carpet as she stared at her cock swaying behind her dangling tits. The tip throbbed and ached. She felt her dick twitch. And then another powerful blast of cum erupted, splattering the beige carpet, matting down the fibers even worse.

"Oh, god, I keep cumming," moaned Yoshiko. "This is so hot. Oh, yes, just fuck me. I love it. You're going to make me explode."

"Good," groaned Lori. "Your ass is so tight. Oh, damn."

"Cum in my bowels," begged Yoshiko, lost to the bliss boiling through her mind. This is so wild. Two cocks fucking in and out of my ass. A ghost's and a girl's.

…Mitsuko-hime…

"I'm not her," moaned Yoshiko. "But, please, don't stop fucking my asshole, Sayuri-chan."

"Yes, yes, yes," gasped Lori, her hips slamming in. "Damn, I'm going to cum. I'm going to flood your ass with so much girl-jizz."

"Do it." Yoshiko's bowels clenched hard on both futanari fucking her. "Do it," she screamed as another explosion of cum burst from her dick.

Each pulse shooting down her shaft made her shudder and her back arch. Her pussy clenched. Juices flooded down her thighs. They coated her in a sticky mess, forming two more wet spots on the carpet around her knees. Yoshiko's fingers dug into the fibers as her body shivered and shuddered in delight.

"Damn," groaned Lori. "So good!"

Yoshiko's round eyes widened as she felt her friends girl-cum fire into her bowels. The futanari-jizz splashed against her walls, filling her asshole. Lori spasmed. Yoshiko looked over her shoulders, her friend's tits bouncing together, red hair flying. The redhead's mouth widened into a big O as she moaned out her pleasure.

And then she stopped fucking Yoshiko.

But not Sayuri. The ghost kept pounding Yoshiko as Lori pulled her cock out. The same friction shuddered through Yoshiko. Driving her to another orgasm. Lori's dick plopped out. The redhead panting.

"Holy shit, that's such a hot sight to see."

"What?" groaned Yoshiko.Lori's green eyes were wide as she stared into her friend's gaping asshole. She could see her cum swimming in the depths of her friend's bowels, pushed to the side by the ghost's thrusting dick. As Sayuri fucked into Yoshiko, the cum squeezed up the sides of her bowels, rising towards the surface.

"I don't know how to describe this," Lori said as her cum spilled out around Yoshiko's sphincter. But only on the edges. A line of white dribbled down to Yoshiko's soaked bush. Juices dripped down Yoshiko's thighs.

Lori inhaled the spicy musk.

Unable to control herself, she leaned over and licked at her cum leaking down Yoshiko's taint. The redhead groaned, savoring her salty flavor tinged with a sour musk. She licked up to Yoshiko's asshole. Thanks to the ghost cock, she gaped open, and Lori had no trouble swirling her tongue around the insides of the Japanese futanari's bowels, gathering more of her salty, sour cum.

"Damn, your ass tastes good," moaned Lori.

"That feels so weird," gasped Yoshiko. "I'm being licked and fucked at the same time. Your tongue feels soooo much different than the ghost's dick."

"Mmm," Lori purred, licking again, savoring the sour flavor and her salty cum. She pressed her tongue in as deep as she could, swirling it faster, gathering all the yummy jizz she could. It was delicious.

She gripped her friend's butt-cheeks as her tongue danced and swirled. The flavor was so intense. So delicious. She sealed her lips over her friend's gaping asshole and sucked. Yoshiko's butt-cheeks clenched about Lori's face as her friend screamed out her pleasure.

Yoshiko's body bucked and gasped. She let out mindless moans and groans. She trembled. And then she collapsed on the ground, her asshole ripped away from Lori's lips. Lori blinked, staring at her friend lying on the floor, breathing softly, her eyes closed.

"Did you cum so hard that you passed out?" Lori asked, noticing the spurt of cum shooting from Yoshiko's dick. "Was it the ghost? Did she cum in your asshole?"

"Yes," murmured Yoshiko, not unconscious after all. Her eyes fluttered open. "Oh, that was nice."

"Yeah." Lori sighed and looked around at her carpet. "My mom is going to kill me. It's ruined. How much did you cum, Yoshiko?"Chris panted as the unconscious Miyu lay on him, her glasses hanging off of one ear. Chris shifted her body, settling Miyu's back onto the the tiled floor. The gender-swapped girl stood up, her jeans and boxers falling down her hips, leaving her naked beneath her t-shirt.

"Shit," she cursed, hauling them back up, her cheeks burning. She looked around, glad no one saw that she had a curving ass and a thick, blonde bush covering a pussy.

"I have a pussy," she muttered, heading to the art room. It was trashed. Tables turned over, paint splattered everywhere. In the corner, the art project she had been working on with Mariah lay broken in half, the canvas torn. There was no sign of the yokai or her classmate.

"Mariah?" Chris asked, stepping into the room. Her shoe fell off her right foot on her third step. She blinked, her white sock hanging loose. "My foot even shrunk. Great."

She stepped her foot down into something slimy spilled across the floor. It was clear and thick, soaking through her sock and… Heat rushed up her leg. It shot straight to her new pussy. A wet, molten itch erupted. Chris groaned, stumbling back out of the classroom.

"What the fuck was that?" she muttered, struggling to keep her jeans from falling around her knees again. Her thighs pressed together. Something throbbed near the top of her pussy. It ached, demanding to be touched just like a cock.

The heat swelled in her pussy. Chris bit her lip and let out another wanton moan. Her nipples were hard, thrusting against her t-shirt, itching to be touched, too. Tingling sensations rushed through her body while juices trickled out of her pussy.

Being a girl was all so strange to Chris. So different. She didn't know what to do. She trembled, licking her lips, glancing at the sleeping Miyu. Her silky black hair spread about her body. Her gray skirt had ridden up her pale-olive thighs, exposing a pair of white panties stretched over her flesh, molding to her pussy.

"Damn," Chris groaned, biting her lower lip and trying not to stare at the unconscious girl's panties covering her pussy.

The heat in her pussy increased. The slime soaked into her sock made her entire foot tingle with excitement. Her hands clenched and relaxed, releasing her jeans. They fell down to her ankles. A moment later, her boxers slipped off her narrower hips.

A tangy scent filled her nose. It was similar to Lori's musk, not as tart as the redhead's, but close enough. Chris groaned, staring down at her large breasts and catching hints of her blonde bush. She groaned, hands so sweaty, so aching to touch herself.

I have tits and a pussy. Tits.

Her hands moved almost on their own. They slid up and cupped her breasts. They squeezed and kneaded them. Her fingers dug into the pillowy flesh. They were softer than Lori's, and larger. The size of Yoshiko's. Looking around, Chris didn't see anyone. Almost no one was at Redwood Academy this late.

"Fuck," she muttered, pulling up her t-shirt, exposing her flat stomach, her rippling abs gone, replaced by sleek, tan flesh. She shuddered, her nipples rasping against the material as she pulled her shirt higher and higher. The bottoms of her breasts appeared, round and as tan as her chest was. Her nipples caught on the fabric.

Then sprang out.

Her pillowy breasts bounced before her, jiggling and rippling. Her nipples were hard and fat, the same shade of pink, but easily ten times as bigger. Her fingers grasped them, rolling them between thumbs and forefingers. She shuddered, playing with her nipples, the sensations racing down to her pussy.

Which clenched.

"That ghost made me stacked," Chris panted, her hips shifting. More juices trickled down her thighs, her tangy musk swelling in her nose. "Damn, damn, damn. This is kinda…hot. I have my own tits to play with."

Chris loved playing with Lori's smaller, firmer mounds. Her fingers sank into her own tits, kneading them, shaking them, watching her nipples sway as the heat increased in her pussy. The slime tingled her foot, racing sensations up her leg to her cunt.

It begged to be touched. The throbbing point demanded attention.

Chris bit her lower lip again. She shivered, looking around. I can't believe I'm about to play with my own pussy. She shoved her hands down quickly, like she wanted to get it over with. Her fingers brushed her curly bush and then plunged between her thighs and felt her wet folds. She traced them, loving how they felt, how her fingers made her shiver and shudder.

Then she found the demanding point. Her clit. It was hard, throbbing, aching to be played with. She groaned, eyes fluttering as she rubbed and stroked her clit, massaging the bud, letting out groans of delight as she masturbated herself.

Chris closed her eyes, wanting to pretend it was Lori's pussy she fingered, getting her girlfriend wet and ready for her cock. She loved making her girlfriend cum. She would go down on Lori, licking, nuzzling, making her scream. She loved the flavor her girlfriend's snatch.

She pulled her fingers to her lips, licking at her tangy juices, groaning as her other hand frigged her clit faster and faster. Her breasts shuddered as she wiggled against the wall, her bunched-up t-shirt rasping on the painted drywall.

"Oh, damn, that's nice," Chris whispered as she shoved both her hands between her thighs.

She explored her pussy and found a hymen covering her cunt. She shuddered, probing it, finding little holes in the membrane. She wiggled her little finger through one, gasping as she felt the tight walls of her virgin cunt, delight tingling through her body.

She rubbed her clit harder, licking her lips, still lingering with the flavor of her tangy cunt. Chris moaned, hips wiggling as her pussy clenched and relaxed. A swelling pressure grew in the depths of her pussy.

I'm going to cum, Chris realized. I'm going to cum like a girl.

"What are you doing?"

Chris let out a frightened squeak at Miyu's accented words. Chris ripped her hands from her pussy, cheeks burning, and tried to shove her t-shirt, bunched up above her tits, down over her mounds, her thighs clamping tight together.

Miyu sat up as Chris tried to cover herself, the Japanese girl adjusting her glasses. She pushed her skirt down, her slanted eyes falling on Chris. Her embarrassment only grew as Miyu stared at her, making her pussy even wetter for some reason.

"I was…" Chris whispered. "I mean…"

"You touched the yokai's slime," Miyu said, her eyes falling on Chris's soaked, right sock.

"Yes. It's gone. It took Mariah."

"To its part of Yomi," Miyu answered, straightening her skirt. She rolled onto her knees and crawled towards Chris who stood frozen. "She'll be molested by the yokai until he drains her life essence. It will feed him."

"You have to do something," Chris groaned.

"I cannot when he is in Yomi," Miyu said, her delicate hands sliding up and down Chris's thighs. "Even if you weren't providing such a distraction. Oh, Hangetsu, what a feast before me."

"Feast?" blinked Chris in confusion.

And then the Japanese schoolgirl buried her face into Chris's blonde bush and licked. Her blue eyes widened as Miyu licked through her folds, teasing each of her pussy lips before ending at her clit, flicking it with her mouth.

"What are you doing?" groaned Chris.

"I expended powers," Miyu moaned, "saving your life from the onryō. And she made you into such a delicious woman. I cannot resist."

She leaned in again, the metal frames of her glasses rubbing on Chris's thighs as Miyu licked and nuzzled. Pleasure shot through her pussy and then to the rest of her body. Chris gasped, bucking, her breasts bouncing before her. The pleasure she had almost attained before Miyu's interruption rushed back to her, building her towards another climax.

Miyu's tongue was deft and skilled, licking through Chris's folds. The blonde moaned, savoring the new sensations racing through her body, the foreign delight that had her gasping and moaning, her body shuddering and pussy clenching. Her head tossed back and forth, blonde curls spilling about her shoulders as Miyu devoured her.

"That's so… I mean… Oh, wow…" Chris struggled to speak as the pressure built in her pussy. Miyu's tongue rubbed at her clit, sending new surges through her as the Japanese schoolgirl licked at her hymen. "Fuck, that's wild. Oh, damn, no wonder Lori always goes so wild when I go down on her."

For a moment, her redheaded girlfriend popped through her mind. Her eyes closed. She imagined Lori going down on her, loving her, devouring her pussy. Chris's head shot back. Her cunt clenched. Her body trembled.

She came as a woman for the first time.

Her pussy spasmed. Juices gushed out into Miyu's hungry mouth. The fingers kept massaging Chris's clit, sending jolts of bliss shooting through her as the pleasure rippled out of her cunt. They were long, slow waves, making Chris shudder and moan, her eyes wide with delight. She bucked and gasped, grinding on Miyu's mouth.

"Lori, yes!" Chris groaned, lost to her fantasy. "Eat my pussy, Lori. Oh, you're so good."

Miyu pulled her face away. "Calling out another girl's name isn't very nice."

"Sorry," Chris groaned, shuddering as her body tingled. "It's my girlfriend's name." A pang shot through her heart. Lori's straight. I know Yoshiko once tried to put the moves on her, and Lori felt nothing. She won't want to love me like this. "Miyu, I need to go—"

Chris's words cut off as Miyu pulled her down for a kiss, planting hot, hungry lips on her mouth. She shuddered, tasting her tangy juices coating the aggressive schoolgirl's lips. Miyu's arms were tight, holding Chris in place.

Miyu broke the kiss. "No more talking about your girlfriend. I'm fucking you right now."

Chris shuddered at the heat in Miyu's eyes, the domineering tone to her voice. The blonde shuddered, her pussy rubbing on Miyu's skirt and…

There was something hard beneath the skirt. Something that felt a lot like a cock. But that's impossible. I saw her panties. They were stretched tight over her pussy. She had nothing in them.

Miyu smiled. "Yes, you feel it. My gift from the great kami Hangetsu." Miyu undulated her hips, grinding the hard shaft into Chris's pussy. "And you just want to feel it popping that cherry. I need your energy, Chris. I expended mine saving your life."

"But," Chris said as Miyu stepped back and hiked up her gray skirt. A hard cock now tented her tight, white panties, the tip peeking out the top. She shoved her panties down, revealing a thick, throbbing shaft jutting from a black bush. The tip was dark and throbbing, flaring into a thick mushroom head.

"Shit, you're hung," Chris gasped, feeling a little emasculated. When she had a dick, it wasn't that big. "How are you a futanari?" Chris loved futanari porn. She found it so hot to jerk off to a girl with a dick fucking another girl. She didn't understand why, but it made her so hard.

And now it made her so wet.

"The futanari-kami Hangetsu, Lord and Lady of the Changing Moon, has gifted me this cock for serving her."

"You're a…a…miko?"

She nodded her head and grabbed Chris, spinning her around. "Mmm, the onryō gave you a great ass."

Chris shuddered as the girl-cock nudged her butt-cheeks. Then it slipped down, rubbing on the hot flesh of her her pussy. Chris's fingernails scraped at the painted drywall as the cock nudged her clit and then slid back to her hymen.

"This has to be a dream," groaned Chris. "What is going on?"

"The lightning bolt split open the tree and freed what was sealed in it," Miyu moaned. "My order has long tried to find this yokai. Some fool took a cutting of the original tree from Aokigahara and planted it at your school, not knowing what it contained."

"Oh," Chris said and then she gasped as the dick thrust.

Her cherry popped.

There's a dick in my pussy, Chris thought as she groaned out in pleasure, ripples of delight washing through her body. There is a dick belonging to a Japanese shrine maiden in my fucking pussy.

"Shit," Chris groaned as Miyu fucked her hard and fast, her groin smacking into Chris's breasts. "Oh, shit."

"Yes, you love my cock, joro," groaned Miyu. "Yes, you do. Your pussy is so wet, joro."

"Yes," Chris moaned, her juices dripping out of her pussy around the thick shaft reaming into her.

She could feel the dick plunge into her depths, stretching her out, making her shudder. She felt so stuffed whenever Miyu bottomed-out in her cunt. The blonde shuddered, her nipples tingling beneath her shirt as her hips moved, bucking back into the thrust, loving the sensations. She wanted to keep being fucked. She didn't want this delight to end.

"Oh, yes, pound me. Oh, this is so hot. I love it. Oh, wow. Oh, yes. Fuck my pussy."

"Joro," hissed Miyu. "Oh, yes, such a hot, tight cunt. You just love my futanari-dick. Don't you? All the girls do. They all love it."

Chris thought she heard a door creak nearby, but she was too lost to the pleasure.

"God, yes," she moaned no longer caring that she used to be a guy at this exact moment. There was too much wonderful delight shooting through her body, making her tremble, her hips buck back into Miyu's thrusts.

Chris's pussy clenched over and over on the futanari's dick. She bucked back, her butt-cheeks jiggling. Miyu's hands reached around, grasping Chris's bouncing breasts through her t-shirt, squeezing and kneading them, sending new delight shooting down to Chris's pussy.

"Yes, yes, yes," Chris moaned, her hips undulating, grinding back into the wonderful delight, her pussy clenching and relaxing. "Fuck me. Oh, god. A futanari is fucking me. They're real."

"Yes, we are," Miyu moaned, her voice so throaty. "Oh, joro, you have such a tight cunt. Oh, you're going to cum so hard on my cock, aren't you?"

"So hard!"

Chris shuddered, her pussy churning into a froth. She savored the friction of the girl-dick reaming into her depths. The pleasure built and swelled in her. It drove her to higher and higher passions. She trembled, gasping out her joy. Her head threw back.

She came on a girl's dick.

Chris savored the pleasure rushing through her body. She gasped and moaned. Her pussy spasmed on the girl-dick reaming her depths. It churned her into a wondrous delight. She screamed out Miyu's name, the sounds echoing through the hallway. She grunted, shuddered as the pleasure peaked in her mind.

"Cum in me, Miyu," the cumming, gender-swapped girl moaned. "Cum in my new pussy."

Miyu moaned something in Japanese, the words spilling out of her mouth. Her dick slammed into the depths of Chris's pussy. Her eyes widened as she felt girl-jizz spurt into her sheath. It splashed against the walls, so hot and thick.

This is what Lori feels when I cum in her, Chris thought as a second orgasm shot through her body. She trembled and gasped as Miyu thrust a final time.

"Oh, you were good," moaned Miyu, leaning against Chris. "Mmm, such delicious energy in you. So strong and primal. Part of you remembers being a man, and it made your feminine energies just delicious to imbibe."

"Thanks?" Chris whispered. The girl-dick slid out of her pussy. Then a flood of cum poured out. "Now what do we do?""Damn," Phil grinned as he walked through the first floor of Redwood Academy, his fingers flying on his phone. He couldn't believe what he stumbled across. Miyu, the Japanese exchange student, was a tranny and fucking a blonde girl on the second floor outside the art room. "People are going to freak out."

His dick ached in his jeans as he uploaded the video to PornHub before tagging everyone he knew on it. The sixteen-year-old burst into the boys' restroom as he completed his upload, needing to stroke his dick. He couldn't wait until he got home to cum.

"Fuck, that was hot to watch," Phil muttered to himself as he burst into the last stall, one hand unfastening his jeans. The dark-haired youth pulled out his dick, stroking it hard as he watched the video. He just caught Miyu ramming her dick into the stacked blonde's pussy, fucking her hard from behind.

As Phil jerked his cock, something warm sucked at the tip. Her froze, his body shuddering. It was like a pair of lips were latched onto his dick, a warm tongue swirling around the crown. He groaned, looking away from his phone.

There was nothing there. And yet…something sucked.

…Sayuri-chan…

To be continued…

Haunted by the Futa Ghost Chapter 5: Futanari Watch Porn

Haunted by the Futa Ghost

Chapter Five: Futanari Watch Porn

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen hermaphrodite, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen hermaphrodites, Body Modification, Ghost, Gender Swap, Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Oral Sex

"You were so beautiful dancing last night, Sayuri-chan," Mitsuko-hime purred when I arrived at the onsen to bathe. She sat on the edge, still in her black kimono, her obi tied behind her back in a beautiful, thick bow of red.

"Thank you, Ōjo-sama," I said, bowing to her, my cheeks warming.

"You don't have to be so formal with me," she said, moving closer, her lips so red. I wanted to kiss them again. I had trouble sleeping last night, my pussy growing so wet between my thighs every time I thought of our shared kiss in the steamy waters yesterday. "Not after our kiss."

"You're the daimyo's daughter," I blushed as her hands cupped my cheeks. She moved closer. I could smell jasmine on her. "It wouldn't be appropriate"

"Neither would this," she said and tilted her head, leaning closer.

I trembled, our lips drawing together. My head cocked to the opposite side, our noses missing. Her lips brushed mine. So sweet. So warm. Her fingers tightened on my cheeks as she kissed me. My heart quickened. She was so beautiful.

I closed my eyes and pretended she was my Ōjo-sama, my wife. My hands went around her waist. I didn't care that we were both girls. I held her hips as our lips moved, kissing each other, loving each other.

It was wondrous.

And then she broke the kiss, her eyes so sad.

"What?" I panted.

"My father is looking for a husband for me," she whispered. "I wish you were a man, Sayuri-chan."500 years later…

Chris's question hung in the air as Miyu pulled away. The Japanese schoolgirl, a futanari-schoolgirl, adjusted her blouse, her cock thrusting before her coated in cunt cream. Cum leaked out of Chris's pussy, freshly fucked by Miyu's girl-dick. Chris had been a boy only an hour ago. And then a Japanese ghost had sucked on his cock while he masturbated before fucking him, transforming him into the busty blonde leaning against the hallway's wall, jizz leaking down her thighs.

"We do nothing," Miyu said, her voice cold and reserved despite the passion they just shared. Chris was ashamed at how much her new, feminine body had loved being fucked by the schoolgirl's dick.

"But what about the ghost?" Chris asked. "And that tentacle demon?"

"Yokai," corrected Miyu. "He is called Yokubō-no-Tako."

"Whatever it's called, it took Mariah." She was Chris's partner in an art projected they had been working on in the nearly deserted school. While Chris was being gender-swapped by the ghost, the tentacle monster had molested and then kidnapped Mariah to another dimension. "How do we get her back?"

"We don't," Miyu said. "I do. You are not a miko. You do not know the sacred prayers or the sacred dances. You do not know how to use the sacred implements." Lying on the floor was her ofuda, a folded piece of rice paper covered in Japanese script, and beside it was her wand with a chain of zigzagging diamonds made of folded paper dangling from the end. "This is my task."

"Can you at least tell me what's going on?" Chris demanded. She grabbed her large breasts. "I have tits now. A pussy. Is there any going back?"

"If we find the onryō and exorcise her," Miyu said. "I did not expect to encounter one here. I was tracking the yokai. My order has searched for the demon for five hundred years." She shook her head. "I was shocked when I learned a foolish politician had made a gift to your school of a tree cutting from Aokigahara."

"Aokigahara?" Chris asked, his hobby of watching Anime paying off in saying the Japanese word.

"Yes. A cursed forest on the slopes of Mount Fuji. A haunted place. The name means 'Sea of Trees,' but it has other names. The Demon Forest. The Suicide Forest. Only your Golden Gate Bridge is the site of more suicides every year than Aokigahara. And someone took a cutting from a tree out of that place."

"Well, okay," Chris said, blinking. "But, how do we find the ghost?"

"I am more concerned about the demon." Miyu stared down at her cock and groaned. "But…maybe there is something you could do for me."

"How can I help?"

"I'm still hard. Could you…suck me?" Her brusque, dominating tone had vanished, her words suddenly so hesitant. Color spotted her cheeks. "This is so embarrassing. I should have better control, but you are so naked and busty and… I have always had a weakness for gaijin blondes."

Chris's cheeks flushed. "Listen, I'm a guy," she said, looking at that hard cock thrusting from Miyu's black bush. A strange hunger washed over the former man. She remembered all the times Lori had sucked her cock. "And I have a girlfriend." What the fuck am I supposed to do about Lori? And my parents? I can't stay like this. "But…if I suck you off, you'll help me find the ghost and fix me?"

Miyu bit her lip. She let out a whimpering moan. Chris understood. She had been in that position so many times as a man, feeling that aching need at the tip of his cock, the demanding drive to cum that would overtake him. He would do almost anything to get Lori to satisfy him.

Chris reached out, stroking the Japanese futanari's dick, still slick with her pussy juices. A faint pink tinged the froth. She had been a virgin. "I'll make you feel so good," Chris whispered, her thumb rubbing across the tip. "If you help me. You can use my body whenever you like until I'm a guy again. I'll make you feel so good."

Chris fell to her knees while Miyu looked around. "I'm here for the yokai. I did not think more than the yokai had been sealed in that tree. But…" She swallowed, Chris's hand stroking the tip of her dick. "The onryō is a threat. It will harm more people. But the yokai has to be our main focus."

"Sure," Chris nodded, leaning forward. "We have to rescue Mariah."

Chris sucked on the tip of Miyu's cock, savoring the taste of her tangy pussy staining the shaft. Her cheeks hollowed and her tongue swirled. The new girl remembered every trick Lori every used while sucking her dick. How Lori moved her tongue, when she sucked, how she stroked his dick and cupped his balls.

Miyu doesn't have balls, but she does have a pussy.

Chris slid her hand down Miyu's thick shaft to the base thrusting from her pussy lips. The Japanese schoolgirl let out a moan, pushing up her glasses. She looked so cute in her uniform, her gray skirts bunched around her waist, a matching vest over her white blouse, a red tie dangling down her front. She was so scrumptious.

Chris had a fetish for Japanese schoolgirls. Sometimes, Lori would dress up like one.

I should feel guilty about this, but I'm not myself. Is this really cheating? Once I'm back to being a guy, Lori never has to know about any of this.

Lori could never find out. As Chris sucked so hard on Miyu's dick, she promised herself that she would transform back before her girlfriend found out.

Chris stroked Miyu's pussy lips, sucking harder and harder. Her tongue swirled about the futanari's dick, her fingers brushing her pussy, touching a hymen. Miyu was a virgin, too. Chris's pussy clenched, a hot wave of lust shooting through her. She stroked Miyu's flesh harder, sucking and bobbing on the throbbing dick.

"Oh, yes," Miyu moaned. "Oh, yes, you little dickgirl joro. Mmm, such a joro. My blonde, gender-swapped joro."

Chris popped her mouth off Miyu's cock. "What does joro mean?"

"Slut."

Chris shivered. Her pussy clenched. She rubbed harder at Miyu's snatch. I feel like a slut right now. I am just hungry for this cock. I can't believe how much I like sucking on it.

She bobbed her mouth on Miyu's dick, loving the lingering traces of her pussy. Her cheeks hollowed as she pleasured the futanari, bobbing, sucking, slurping so hard. Her pussy clenched as she blew the thick girl-cock. The wicked, obscene sounds she made only made her cunt hotter.

Miyu moaned, her small mouth opening wide. She pushed up her glasses, her hips moving, sliding her cock in and out of Chris's mouth. The Japanese futanari seized Chris's blonde curls, fucking her mouth harder, the tip of the girl-cock brushing the back of her throat.

"Yes, this is what I need. Oh, you naughty joro. You are so hungry for it. You want my cum, don't you?"

Chris only moaned about the dick, sucking harder, her pussy growing wetter. While her right hand rubbed at Miyu's virgin snatch, her left hand shoved between her thighs. The new girl rammed two fingers into her deflowered cunt, groaning at the pleasure shivering through her. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter as she fingered herself, reaming in deep while Miyu fucked her mouth.

Precum leaked out of the dick. The salty flavor melted on Chris's tongue. She moaned, her cheeks hollowing. She bobbed faster, her fingers pumping harder and harder into her pussy. Her cunt clenched on her digits while she savored how hot Miyu's vulva and labia felt.

"Oh, Chris, yes. You make my cock feel so good. Oh, yes. I will help you become a man. But it is such shame. You are such good cocksucker, joro."

Chris shuddered at her praise, her fingers digging deeper. Pleasure rippled out of her pussy. She moaned and hummed about the dick in her mouth, twisting her head, doing all the tricks she remembered Lori doing.

Including looking up at Miyu.

Her pale-olive face grew flushed. She pushed up her glasses again while her dark, almond-shaped eyes fluttered. Her mouth kept opening, kept making the cutest moans that only made Chris wetter and suck harder.

I'm pleasuring her. This must be why Lori sucks my cock. Because it's such a treat to give pleasure.

"Yes, yes, you love my cock. Oh, Chris. I'm going to cum. I'm going to erupt. You'll drink it all down, won't you?"

Chris moaned a yes about the big dick in her mouth.

"And those fingers.. Keep rubbing my pussy. Oh, yes. You make my clam feel so good. I'm going to cum all over your fingers. Iku!"

Juices gushed out of Miyu's virgin pussy over Chris's fingers. A moment later, cum splashed into her mouth. The former man gulped down the salty futanari-jizz. The thick, creamy treat flowed down her throat as she swallowed over and over.

The hot thrill of drinking a futanari's cum shot through Chris. Her pussy clenched on her pumping fingers. A dizzy wave of bliss rushed out of her cunt. She gulped down more. So much jizz flooded out of the futanari. Miyu moaned in Japanese, the words spilling out of her mouth in a tumble of delight.

Oh, god, this is so hot.

Chris's fingers pumped fast and furious in her pussy as she swallowed the last load of cum. Then the blonde pulled her lips off, threw her head back, and screamed out her orgasm. The sound of her voice echoed down the hallway.

"Yes, yes, yes," gasped Chris, her pussy spasming about her fingers. The pleasure rushed through her body. Soft waves, so different than the hard pulses of a cock cumming. It lasted longer. It made her tremble. "Oh, that's nice."

"Yes," Miyu moaned, eyes hot. "Oh, you have such big tits. You gaijin and your big breasts."

The futa's hands reached down, grasping Chris's new, large breasts. She squeezed them, her cock rubbing into Chris's stomach. There was such hunger in the futanari's voice. Her fingers dug into Chris's tits.

"Do you need more to make your cock go down?" moaned Chris.

"Your tits are just so big," she moaned. "I love big tits. Oppai is my favorite."

"I love it, too," Chris groaned.

"You ever heard of paizuri?" Miyu asked.

"That's a titty fuck, right?"

"And a white necklace," she moaned, her cock sliding up Chris's stomach.

"Pearl necklace," Chris corrected.

"It's my other favorite kink. You need big tits for paizuri. And you have such big, beautiful tits."

And then they heard someone screaming from below. Miyu's head jerked up. "Kuso!"

Chris knew that word. Shit.

"What?" Chris asked.

Miyu scrambled for her discarded wand and ofuda. "The onryō is back."

Hope surged through Chris as she shoved down her shirt and tried to pull up her jeans. Miyu already raced ahead, her skirt bouncing about her naked ass, her dick still thrusting hard before her. Chris chased after in loose socks.

Her phone beeped with a message."Well, now what do we do?" Lori asked as she sat down on her bed. Her dick was back to being a clit again. The redhead shuddered, her body naked and smeared with cum. Hers and Yoshiko's. She had just fucked her friend's asshole at the same time the futanari-ghost had.

I have a clit that turns into a dick? What's Chris going to think?

"I don't know," Yoshiko said, sitting down beside Lori, her large tits bouncing. Yoshiko was half-Japanese, and she mostly looked it, petite, with the pale, olive tone to her skin and black silk for hair. But her eyes were round and blue, Caucasian eyes. And she had the biggest pair of tits in school. Lori was envious. Hers were nice, round. Big enough handfuls for Chris to play with, but she knew her boyfriend like huge tits.

Every guy did.

And now I have a cock.

"I really don't know," Yoshiko sighed, giving her friend a smile. "But… I'm not sad this happened."

"No, we finally…did it," Lori said. She was aware of Yoshiko's crush, but she never minded. She didn't want to ruin her friendship with the Japanese lesbian. She was straight. Or she had been until Yoshiko grew a dick.

And then everything had changed between them. They had fucked in several different combinations. Lori felt a little guilty that she cheated on Chris, but Yoshiko had been so hard to resist. And then after Lori grew her cock, it seemed to have a mind of its own.

Lori grabbed her phone. She had a few notifications.

"Sorry for ruining your carpet," Yoshiko said, staring at the large wet spots of cum staining the floor. "I bet some soda water will get the cum stains out."

"It's fine," sighed the sixteen-year-old redhead. "My mom knows I'm sexually active with Chris. I'll just claim it's from that."

Yoshiko winced. "What are you going to do about Chris?"

"I don't know." Lori found the message Chris sent. Hot pics, babe. Holy shit, got to go fap. That was the last message, sent over thirty minutes ago right after she sent the naked pics.

And then everything had changed.

She typed back, Glad you liked them. Something happened between me and… Lori deleted that last sentence and hit send.

They sat in silence for several minutes, Lori answering other text messages, commented on a few posts on Facebook, replied to a few tweets, sent a quick Snapchat to her friend in Las Vegas, then liked a few pics on Instagram. Yoshiko squirmed.

"Lori, I…" The girl swallowed. "I don't want to ruin things between you and Chris, but…"

"But we both have dicks now." Lori swallowed. "Maybe Chris will be cool about it. I mean, he can still fuck my pussy. And, well, I bet he would love watching us. He has a big futanari fetish." Her clit tingled. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to let Chris know.

But fear held her back. What if he freaks out? I have a bigger cock than him. Guys get all kinds of stressed out over that.

Lori glanced at Yoshiko's boobs, understanding perfectly why they did.

"If you keep staring at my boobs, you'll make me excited," Yoshiko blushed.

"We have to find a way to get rid of these," Lori decided.

"Really?" Yoshiko said, biting her lower lip.

"Oh, you just want to fuck Ms. Lindon, don't you?" accused Lori, giving her friend a sharp stare. "You want to enjoy it."

"Well, yes." Yoshiko nodded her head. "What's so wrong with that? Sayuri-chan gave us something special."

"Well, maybe she can un-give it to me. You have to find a way to communicate with her. She's haunting you."

"She only speaks Japanese," Yoshiko complained. "I'm not so good at that."

"You dreamed her when you fell asleep, right?"

Yoshiko nodded. "I was her as she relived something in her past when she was alive. She was with the princess. Mitsuko."

"Well, good, then go to sleep."

"Now?" Yoshiko asked.

Lori's phone chirped. It was a message from Isa Melendez, who was in Lori and Yoshiko's social studies class. You have to see the video Phil Parish uploaded on PornHub. He caught that Japanese girl fucking at school.

Lori's eyes shot to Yoshiko, her stomach curdling. She clicked the link to the porn website, lying and saying she was over eighteen. Yoshiko frowned. "What?"

"Um, someone uploaded a video to PornHub of a Japanese girl fucking at our school."

"And you think it's me?" Yoshiko laughed, leaning in to look.

The video loaded. It was a cellphone shot clearly from the second floor hallway of Redwood Academy near the art room. A blonde girl, her jeans and underwear around her ankles, her top pushed up over a pair or large breasts, moaned and gasped as Miyu, in her schoolgirl uniform, fucked her from behind with a strap-on.

"I knew Miyu was a lesbian!" Lori exclaimed as she watched the video of the two girls fucking.

"Yeah, but who is that girl?" Yoshiko asked. "She's hot. Those big tits. There's no blonde at our school with tits that big." It was a private school, the student body small. "I would remember."

"I don't know." Lori bit her lip. "But, damn, Miyu is fucking her hard."

She squirmed, her pussy growing hot, her clit throbbing. She felt that familiar ache. If she got the least bit aroused, her dick would swell and grow. Lori bit her lip, wanting to look away, but couldn't. There was something so familiar about the blonde.

She could be Chris's sister.

"Someone's getting hard," Yoshiko purred, her voice throaty, her large breast rubbing against Lori's arm.

She shuddered as Yoshiko's hard nipple rubbed her arm. And moment later, a hand engulfed her cock. Yoshiko stroked the hardening clit-dick. Lori groaned, her breasts rising and falling as she stared at the scream.

"Yoshiko," she moaned. "Please. Haven't we done enough?"

"You're getting horny watching porn," Yoshiko purred. "And Miyu does look so cute. Look at her pump that ass. The way her skirt is bunched around her hips."

"Uh-huh," Lori groaned, the video reaching the end. She hit the reload button, watching it again, listening to Miyu and the blonde moan and gasp.

"God, yes," moaned the blonde, shuddering.

Lori's dick throbbed in Yoshiko's hand. The redhead shuddered, her free hand moving out, brushing Yoshiko's lap and found an equally hard girl-dick. She grasped it, stroking her friend, her pussy clenching as they both moaned, eyes fixed on the screen.

"Yes, yes, yes," the blonde moaned. "Fuck me. Oh, god. A futanari is fucking me. They're real."

Lori's pussy clenched. Miyu was a futanari? "Holy shit!"

"Did she get molested by Sayuri-chan, too?" moaned Yoshiko, her hand flying up and down Lori's cock. Her dick ached and throbbed as she stared at the video. The blonde's curvy ass jiggled every time Miyu drove in her flesh-colored appendage. It was a cock. Lori's pussy clenched. She stroked her friend's girl-cock faster and faster.

"This is so hot." Lori shuddered. "Oh, my god, Yoshiko. Another futanari. Maybe she knows something."

"Uh-huh," panted Yoshiko. "And that blonde. Look at those tits. They're as big as mine."

Lori's eyes glanced at Yoshiko's bouncing tits. The redhead licked her lips, brown nipples bobbing and waving as Yoshiko's hand stroked her cock so fast. The pleasure raced up her dick, compelling her arm to keep stroking Yoshiko's shaft. Precum bubbled out the tip, coating her hand as she jerked the half-Japanese futanari.

The pleasure raced down her shaft to her pussy. The redhead moaned and tossed her head as the pleasure built and built in the depths of her pussy. It spread up her cock to the throbbing tip. Yoshiko's stroking hands fanned the growing passion, making Lori tremble and toss her fiery hair back and forth as she stared at the screen.

"Cum in me Miyu!" screamed the blonde. "Cum in my new pussy!"

"New pussy?" groaned Lori, frowning as Miyu thrust forward, threw back her head, and clearly came in the blonde's cunt. Then the video ended. She looked so much like Chris she could be his sister. For a moment, Lori's pleasure retreated as the thought struck her: What if it is Chris?

But then the ridiculousness of that was swept away by Yoshiko's stroking hand. Lori shuddered, biting her lower lip as her pussy clenched. Yoshiko gasped and moaned beside her, both futanari stroking the other to a powerful climax.

Lori's green eyes fluttered. She let out soft moans, squirming, her pussy cream leaking out her cunt forming a naughty wet spot beneath her ass. I bet there's one just as hot beneath Yoshiko's ass. My sheets are going to be soaked in cunt.

"Oh, god, Yoshiko," Lori moaned. "I'm so close. Keep stroking me."

"Yes, yes, yes." Yoshiko's head threw back as Lori's thumb hit the reload button, the video starting again, Miyu fucking the blonde hard.

"Cum in me, Miyu. Cum in my new pussy."

"Cum with me, Lori," Yoshiko moaned, leaning in close, her soft breast rubbing on Lori's arm.

Lori's pussy clenched. Her dick throbbed. Her friend's hand stroked to the pinnacle while her hand slammed down Yoshiko's dick before pistoning back up. Her hips bucked, fucking her cock through Yoshiko's tight grip.

And came.

"Yoshiko!"

"Lori!"

Twin fountains of white cum shot into the air as both futanari erupted, the jizz arching to the floor. Each blast was accompanied by a rush of pleasure stabbing through the redhead's body. Her round breasts jiggled as she thrashed, both her hands clenching hard on phone and girl-cock. The pleasure boiled in her mind. She felt each pulse of Yoshiko's spunk rushing out of her cock.

Lori fell back on the bed, her cum shooting over her body almost straight up. As she thrashed in rapture, she watched the jizz hit its peak and then arc back down to splatter hot on her belly, making puddles of creamy jizz.

"Oh, my god," Lori panted, her breasts heaving. "Oh, that was hot."

The video still played. Her dick was so hard. She couldn't stop staring at the blonde. There was something so familiar about her. Her body was the same golden-tan of Chris's. Her hair, though long, was the same shade of blonde lightened by spending too much time in the sun. She looked like a surfer babe where Chris looked like a surfer stud.

"Look at all the cum," Yoshiko said, holding her hand up. Pearly lines of Lori's jizz ran over it. The Japanese futanari giggled, her fingers dipping down to play with the girl-spunk pooling on Lori's stomach. She swirled it, gathering a blob then shoved her hand beneath Lori's ass and the bed.

"What are you doing?" Lori absently asked, her eyes locked on the footage. It can't be Chris. That's just ridiculous.

"Playing," Yoshiko purred, her cum-stained fingers pushing between Lori's butt-cheeks.

The redhead gasped as her friend's fingers pressed at her asshole, smearing jizz on the puckered opening. Then she groaned as Yoshiko's digits penetrated her asshole, lubed by her own girl-cum. She clenched her bowels on the intruding digit, eyes locked on the screen, watching the vid play over and over again.

Lori groaned, her dick throbbing every time Yoshiko's fingers reamed into her asshole. Her bowels clenched on the digits, the rough pleasure rippling to her pussy and cock. Her girl-dick throbbed above her belly, dripping precum.

"Mmm, roll over," Yoshiko moaned. "It's my turn to fuck your asshole."

Lori absently did, enthralled by the video and the thought the girl on it might be Chris. The jeans bunched around her feet looked like Chris's, but it was hard to tell, and what looked like a pair of striped boxers her boyfriend owned as piled with them. Boxers and not panties. But maybe they're boy shorts though? The shirt was bunched over her tits and hard to tell the style. Lori studied the pattern anyways. It could be one of Chris's t-shirts.

But it can't be him.Yoshiko smiled at Lori's cute ass wiggling before her. The redhead knelt, her cock dangling from her shaved pussy. The Japanese futanari licked her lips, loving the hot sight of her friend's pussy, the way Lori's labia wrapped about her dick.

"You are so hot," Yoshiko said, her eyes sliding up through Lori's taint to her butt-crack. Yoshiko pried her friend's butt-cheeks apart, staring at the sphincter greased with girl-cum.

"I am," Lori said, though her words were distant.

"Still watching that video?"

"It's just…" Lori trailed off. "Yeah, it's hot. I can't stop watching."

"Then enjoy it while I fuck your ass." Yoshiko trembled, eager to enjoy her friend's last hole.

She brought her dick to Lori's asshole, rubbing the tip against the puckered sphincter. She savored the feel, her large tits bouncing before her. She groaned, smearing her dick around in slow circles, aches racing up her shaft. She pressed on her friend's asshole.

"Yes, we are," Miyu moaned from Lori's phone. "Oh, joro, you have such a tight cunt. Oh, you're going to cum so hard on my cock, aren't you?"

"Is the blonde's name Joro?" Yoshiko asked as she rubbed her dick's tip in circles against Lori's asshole.

"I don't know. Sounds Japanese. Hold on." The video stopped playing, the gasps going silent. "Hmm, it means slut in Japanese, so I guess not."

"Slut," panted Yoshiko. "How demeaning."

"Or hot. I love it when Chris calls me slut when his dick is in me." Lori wiggled her hips, rubbing her sphincter against Yoshiko's dick. The video played again.

"Oh, god," moaned the blonde from the phone.

"Joro," Yoshiko giggled, pressing her cock forward. Her voice grew tighter as Lori's hot, tight bowels engulfed her dick. "Oh, you are just a joro for my big girl-dick."

"Yes," Lori moaned, her voice throaty, her back arching. "Holy shit, that's a huge cock. Mmm, stretch my bowels. I can feel it throbbing all the way to my dick."

"I bet," panted Yoshiko, the rough friction surging through her body.

Unseen hands touched Yoshiko's breasts.

…Mitsuko-hime…

"Mmm, Sayuri-chan's back," Yoshiko moaned, watching the unseen hands clench on her big tits, deforming her flesh. Her tits lifted as Sayuri played with them. Yoshiko moaned, her dick bottoming out in her friend's bowels. Fingers pinched her nipples, shooting tingles down to her pussy and cock.

Something hard and thick pressed at Yoshiko's pussy. Her eyes widened as the ghostly futanari-dick pressed forward, filling her cunt. She moaned, the ghost's strokes thrusting into her, driving her to slam into Lori's asshole.

Flesh slapped into flesh every time Yoshiko buried in her friend, her pussy clenching on the invading dick. She could feel Sayuri's breasts rubbing into her back, the silk of her skin, the hard point of her nipples. She looked over her shoulder and saw nothing.

But felt lips kissing at her mouth.

Yoshiko thrust her tongue out into empty air, dueling with the ghost's tongue. Her body shuddered. Her cock was buried in tight ass, and her pussy clenched on ghostly girl-dick. Her hips rocked back and forth between her two lovers.

"Damn," Lori moaned. "You are fucking my asshole so hard."

Yoshiko only moaned, her lips occupied.

Lori looked over her shoulder. Her green eyes widened. "Oh, you are kissing the ghost hard. And look at your tits. They're just floating as she plays with them. Oh, wow, she's pinching your nipples. I think she loves your big tits."

Yoshiko broke the kiss with Sayuri. "Yes," she panted, pussy clenching on the ghost's dick. "Oh, Sayuri-chan, fuck me while I fuck Lori. I love this."

"Uh-huh," Lori moaned, rocking back into Yoshiko's thrusts.

Friction burned through the Japanese futanari's body. Her cock and pussy both grew warm from the slide of flesh on flesh. Her dick thrust harder and deeper into Lori's bowels, the velvety sheath clenching and relaxing on her shaft. Sayuri's girl-cock reamed her pussy, stirring up such delight through her body. Every time the ghost thrust in, pleasure raced to the tip of Yoshiko's cock.

And she loved it.

Sayuri's lips sucked and nibbled on Yoshiko's neck, driving her wild. Her body trembled. The strokes drove her closer and closer to exploding. She writhed between her two lovers, seen and unseen, hands clenching Lori's waist.

"Oh, yes, pound my asshole," Lori panted, butt-cheeks clenching, bowels squeezing so hard on Yoshiko's dick. "Mmm, yes. Fuck me."

"So hard!" the blonde moaned from the camera.

"Shit, shit, shit," gasped Lori. "This is so hot. It has to be him."

Yoshiko didn't understand or care what her friend was talking about. She just moaned and gasped, writhing and bucking between her lovers. Sayuri fucked her so hard, the ghost driving her forward into Lori's sweet bowels. The friction in her pussy raced through her, building her orgasm.

The tip of her dick ached to explode. Her pussy clenched, eager for the rapture to detonate in her core. Yoshiko arched her back into her ghostly lover, feeling Sayuri's hard nipples and soft skin. The futanari-ghost kissed and nibbled at her neck, rolling her nipples harder, faster.

"Lori! Sayuri-chan!"

Yoshiko came.

Her cock unloaded into the hot, tight depths of Lori's bowels. Her pussy spasmed about ghostly cock. Her hips pistoned while Sayuri fucked her harder and faster. The pleasure rushed through her body, waves of rapture and blasts of ecstasy. She loved cumming with girl-cock and pussy. It was the best.

Her dick spurted a final time into Lori's asshole, but Sayuri kept fucking her. And Yoshiko was still so hard, her sensitive dick pumping in and out of Lori's bowels, driven by the futanari-ghost pounding, plunging her girl-cock over and over into Yoshiko's sloppy depths.

"Oh, damn." Yoshiko trembled. Her pussy and cock were so sensitive from cumming. And Sayuri churned her cunt to a froth with her hard strokes. Another orgasm exploded in her.

"Damn," Lori moaned. "You keep cumming in me. Holy shit, Yoshiko. I… Yes!"

Lori's spasming bowels on Yoshiko's cock only made her pleasure more intense. The rapture shot through her straight into her mind. Her back arched. Her body trembled as she savored the embrace of Lori's asshole and Sayuri's arms. The ghost reamed her cock into Yoshiko's depths, keeping her orgasm alive.

Pulse after pulse of cum shot out of Yoshiko's dick. She lost count after ten. It was so much. Stars danced before her eyes. She moaned and gasped, her pussy writhing about the ghost's dick. She swam in ecstasy, the world fuzzing dark around her.

…Ōjo-sama…

Ghostly futanari-jizz flooded Yoshiko's pussy. She spasmed harder and harder. The ghost's body melted into her, merging, joining her cumming flesh. She screamed out her pleasure as the rapture crashed into her mind.

And plummeted her into darkness.Yoshiko's body fell across Lori. The redhead grunted in shock, her bowels clenching on her friend's dick. Then Yoshiko rolled off and sprawled next to Lori. She panted, cum pouring out of her gaping asshole.

"You shot so much into me," Lori moaned, the flood dripping down to her pussy and then to her cock. She still buzzed from her orgasm, a huge wet spot of cum staining her covers beneath her tits. "Yoshiko?"

Yoshiko's face was slack, her breasts rising and falling in a slow rhythm.

"Damn, you cum hard. You actually passed out this time." Lori bit her lip, looking at the video. "So I can't even ask you if you think this is Chris. Well, I hope you remember to talk to the ghost this time. We need answers."

Lori rolled over onto her back, sitting in the wet spots from her cum and pussy juices. She wiggled, sending Chris a message through Facebook's messenger with the PornHub video tagged in it. "This girl looks like you, doesn't she?"

She bit her lip, wondering how her boyfriend would respond. This is just crazy. That can't be Chris. It would be impossible.

But it also made her cock tingle. What would it be like to fuck her boyfriend as a girl?Chris raced after Miyu, struggling to hold up her jeans, her new tits bouncing before her. She yanked down her shirt to cover her heaving mounds. The chain of zigzagging paper diamonds fluttered from the end of Miyu's wand as the futanari-schoolgirl raced down the stairs to the first floor. The girl's screams grew louder, sounding strangled.

Chris almost fell rushing down the stairs. Her socks were loose, her feet having shrunk, and her jeans were longer. The ends kept falling past his feet and she would step on them, almost yanking them out of her hands. Miyu outdistanced her, but she kept going. Miyu's feet slapped on the hallway, beckoning.

"Wait up," Chris shouted, not wanting to be left out of the fight. This was her chance to become a man again. Then Lori never has to know about this insanity.

She reached the first floor as Miyu disappeared into the boy's restroom. The screams came from there. Light flared as Chris rushed down the hallway. She almost slipped but caught herself. She reached the restroom door and slammed through it.

Miyu stood before the far stall, her dick thrusting before her, dripping with Chris's saliva. The taste of her futa-cum suddenly grew salty and strong in Chris's mouth as she remembered sucking and worshiping the big dick. She dashed to join Miyu, standing behind her.

Another guy, swapped into a girl's body, writhed on the toilet, the ghost on his lap. It was the same hideous spirit. There were angry, red welts around her throat like she had been strangled or hung. The white paint coating her face had run off revealing bloated, gray skin beneath. Her hair was wild. A ball of blue, dancing light rushed at Miyu. The shrine maiden whipped her wand, striking it with the paper chain and knocking it back.

The ghost spat something in Japanese. Miyu answered.

"Kick her ass!" Chris cheered as Miyu stepped forward, her ofuda thrust before her.

The ghost flinched from it, hissing at the light. She held her hands over it while the new girl trembled on the toilet. The stall walls shook. The ground trembled. Chris's heart raced as the magic rushed through the room.

"Oh, god," moaned the girl. She looked like Phil Parish's sister. Shit, that is Phil. She got him.

And then something happened. The ghost's eyes lowered, widened. The ugliness vanished, her beautiful, white-painted face returned, looking like a geisha, lips artificially red. The alabaster hair comb, plunged into her the stylized bun of her hair, almost glowed.

"Sayuri-chan," the ghost purred then spoke in rapid Japanese.

Miyu shook her head, answering back.

"What's happening?" Chris asked.

"She thinks I'm Sayuri-chan," answered Miyu. "Because of my cock."

"Who's that?"

"I have no idea who—" Miyu's words cut off into a moan. The ghost had lunged at the futanari. Chris peered around Miyu to see her lips latched onto the schoolgirl's dick, white-painted cheeks hollowing. Miyu shuttered again. "Īe."

Miyu trembled, her back arching. She raised her wand over her head and lashed it down at the ghost sucking on her dick. But the ball of blue light darted down, blocking the stroke. The light flared. The stall walls rattled and Chris trembled.

"What's she doing to you?"

"Trying to…possess me…" panted Miyu. "Her mouth… So good…"

"No," Chris shouted, grabbing Miyu's waist. She tried to pull the futanari back from the ghost, but the spirit wrapped her arms around Miyu, gripping her ass. "You can't have her. She's my futanari."

But the ghost only sucked and bobbed her mouth, the wet slurps joining Miyu's moan as the ghost swallowed more and more of Miyu's dick. She deep-throated the schoolgirl's cock, bright-red lips pushing into Miyu's thick, black hair.

"No," Chris groaned while Miyu shuddered, musical Japanese shooting through her. She dropped her wand. "Don't give in, Miyu."

"So good," the Japanese schoolgirl panted, her hips undulating. "Her mouth…"

Chris had to so something. She seized the ghost's hair comb, yanking on it. It popped out of the ghost's hair, the silky black locks falling in a loose mound about her face as she kept bobbing, sucking. Chris, not knowing what else to do, shoved the hair comb into her jean's pocket beside her phone before seizing the ghost's hair with both hands.

"I'm going to cum," Miyu moaned. "Chris! Stop her!"

"Trying," Chris groaned, pulling on the ghost's hair. Miyu trembled in her arms as she yanked on the ghost.

The ghost mouth slid up Miyu's cock, still suck. Chris was doing it. She was freeing Miyu from the angry ghost. Inch-by-inch, she pulled the ghost's mouth farther and farther down Miyu's thick cock. The schoolgirl trembled, moaning and gasping.

"Just hold on, Miyu!" Chris clenched her teeth, yanking harder, fighting the ghost strength. "Help me, Phil."

"This can't be happening," Phil whined, the gender-swapped girl cowering on the toilet, covering her face with her hands, her new breasts stretching out her shirt.

"The hitodama, Chris!" Miyu shouted in warming as the blue orb rushed at the blonde's face.

Chris closed his eyes as the orb rushed at her. She kept pulling at the ghost's hair, trying to free Miyu before—

Pain flared in Chris's face. Blue light burned through her eyelids. She flew back. Her jeans fell down her hips as she crashed into the counter. She groaned, falling on her ass, pain throbbing threw her back. Miyu's spine arched, her black hair flying about her shoulders. The ghost's hands clenched at Miyu's ass, digging fingers into pale flesh, pulling her into the stall.

"Iku!" screamed Miyu, her body shuddering.

And Chris knew the shrine maiden was cumming. The ghost swallowed Miyu's spunk with loud gulps. The ball of blue, the hitodama, danced with excitement over Miyu's head. And then the ghost's hands blurred. They sank into Miyu's butt-cheeks. The Japanese dickgirl clenched her hands as the ghost merged into her body, her body flowing into Miyu's cock.

The ghost vanished. Miyu shuddered. Her dick erupted, splattering Phil's face.

"Oh, god," screamed Phil. "No, please."

With an angry howl, Miyu lunged at Phil, falling on the gender-swapped girl. Her hands went around Phil's throat. The stall walls rattled and groaned. The hitodama danced with joy. Fear struck Chris's heart. Miyu was a miko, the only one that could stop the ghost.

And now she was the ghost.

"Sayuri-chan," hissed the ghost through Miyu's mouth, sounding both sweet and angry all at the same time. She cooed in Japanese.

"Miyu, fight her," Chris shouted, struggling to her feet. She grabbed the discarded wand, lifting it.

Miyu's head turned around like an owl's, twisting far farther than a human's could normally, stretching the skin of her throat into something disgusting. The eyes fell on Chris. Anger burned in them. The ghost remembered. Chris knew she was next.

Panicked, she yanked up her jeans and ran out of the bathroom.

"SAYURI-CHAN!" the ghost screamed behind her.

Chris didn't stop running, tears falling down her cheeks. She burst out the front doors of the school and dashed past the twisted, shattered Japanese Red Pine struck by lightning last night, the vessel that had held the angry ghost and the yokai. She raced for the gates. All her years of playing basketball gave her stamina. She burst out of the gates and kept running down the streets.

When her phone beeped, she didn't care. She kept running and running, terror beating in her heart.

She was next.

To be continued…

Haunted by the Futa Ghost Chapter Six: Banging My Gender-Swapped Girlfriend

Haunted by the Futa Ghost

Chapter Six: Banging My Gender-Swapped Girlfriend

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, Teen female/Teen female, Ghost, Gender Swap, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Titty Fuck, Sex Toy

"You danced so beautifully in my dreams again," my Ōjo-sama cooed in the steamy waters of the onsen. "You awakened such hungers in me, Sayuri-chan."

I blushed as I stood in the onsen's hot waters, my breasts rising and falling with the beat of my heart. We stood so close, our nipples almost touching, both hard. My pussy itched with the hungers shining in her eyes.

"Thank you, Mitsuko-hime."

Her hand stroked my cheek. She cupped my face and pulled me closer. My heart beat faster and faster as her lips met mine. Our naked bodies came together, the water splashing around our waists as we moved closer. Our nipples touched. I felt her thighs on mine, her belly sleek and warm. Our heads moved. I sighed. My hands slipped around her waist, holding her.

My Ōjo-sama.

Her hands slipped down, cupping the cheeks of my rear. Her kiss grew more and more aggressive. Her hips moved. My heart fluttered. Feelings I should only have for a boy rushed through me. I moaned into the kiss, my hands stroking her wet sides.

She broke the kiss. "You make my pussy so excited. So wet. Touch me."

I shuddered. "Mitsuko-hime, this is forbidden. We're women. Kissing is bad enough. I dishonor you."

"I don't care." She stroked my lips. "Even when my father marries me off, I will still love you."

"You will?" My heart beat so badly. Ever since she said she wished I was a man, the thought wouldn't leave me. I dreamed sometimes I had a cock to break her maidenhead.

"Touch me," she said, eyes commanding, voice a sultry purr.

My hand slid across her side, pressing between our stomachs. I reached lower and lower, feeling the silk adorning her nethers. Reaching deeper. She gasped as I brushed the pearl hidden in her clam and caressed her hot flesh. I stroked her, rubbing up and down her flesh, feeling her maidenhead as we stared into each other's eyes.

Yes, this was wrong, shameful, and I did not care. I loved her.

"Yes, Sayuri-chan," she moaned and kissed me again. I so wished I was a man to love her properly. Maybe there was a way. A kami…500 years later…

"Well, now what?" Lori Watson asked herself as she stared at the unconscious form of her best friend, Yoshiko. The Japanese girl had passed out from her orgasms. Her girl-dick slowly shrank back into her dark bush, the hairs glistening with Lori's own cum.

She stared down at her dick. It shrank, too, now that the excitement was over. Her asshole still ached. Yoshiko had fucked her hard, cumming so much into her asshole. Lori groaned, the cum swimming in the depths of her bowels.

"I hope you speak to that ghost and ask her what do we do?" Lori said. "I can't stay a futanari. I have a boyfriend." She glanced at her phone and the video playing of Miyu, the Japanese exchange student, fucking a blonde girl that looked so much like Chris, her boyfriend. Lori bit her lip, staring at the big tits of the blonde bouncing on the screen, her face twisting the same why Chris's did as he came.

Miyu was a futanari, too. Had she been molested by the futa-ghost?

That was how the whole mess started. Yoshiko was molested by the futa-ghost in the girls' bathroom at their private high school, Redwood Academy. Then she became a futanari and fucked Lori who then grew her own girl-dick.

But it became a clit when her lusts fled.

Guilt twinged through Lori. She glanced at her phone. Chris's face, framed in a small circle, was in the upper corner of her phone. He hadn't answered her text on Facebook's messenger when she sent him the link.

He can't be a girl, and yet… She glanced at her crotch. The redhead leaned forward, her hair falling down as she stared at the shaved lips of her pussy, her clit hidden back in its sheath. And yet futanari exist. Ghost exists. What else does?

She opened messenger and typed: "Don't ignore me, Chris. Want to hear your thoughts about the vid." I want to know if you're a girl.

It had to be impossible. She hit send.Chris ran like her life depended on it.

It did.

The gender-swapped girl held up her baggy jeans in one hand, the other holding the discarded wand of Miyu, the futanari shrine maiden. Her cum still dribbled out of Chris's pussy. Fear clutched at the blonde's heart as she ran in only socks, fleeing the grounds of the school and the terrifying, Japanese ghost.

Phil's dead. The ghost killed him. Or her. Or whatever.

Like Chris, the same ghost had turned Phil Parish into a girl. Probably in the exact same manner. Chris, as a guy, had been masturbating in the bathroom, stroking his dick, when the ghost appeared and latched onto the tip. After a few sucks, the ghost had fucked him, and he had become a she. Before the ghost could then strangle the life out of Chris, angry that she wasn't Sayuri-chan, Miyu had arrived and driven the ghost off. Things only got crazier as Miyu then fought a tentacle demon called a yokai, revealed herself as a futanari, fucked Chris's pussy and mouth, then went to fight the ghost again.

And lost.

The ghost had possessed Miyu.

Chris ran in terror, helpless to do anything as the ghost-possessed Miyu killed Phil. And Chris knew she was next. It was why she was running. And kept running, not knowing where she fled. Her phone kept beeping in her jeans, someone texting her.

Chris didn't care.

She couldn't stop running. Her legs were still long and lean, she still had her endurance from playing basketball and surfing. She ignored the discomfort of her large boobs bouncing before her and her poor socks fraying as she ran down sidewalks, ignoring passing shouts.

She had to keep running She had to flee.

Miyu and the ghost were after her.Lori frowned, brushing back her red hair. Yoshiko still slept, her large breasts rising and falling. The half-Japanese girl was short and petite, but despite that had the biggest boobs at school. Lori was often jealous of her friend's size.

But not right now.

Lori was growing worried.

She glanced at her phone. She had sent Chris seven different messages asking for him to respond. And he hadn't. It wasn't like him. He always replied back to her. Before they started dating over the summer break, they had been best friends for years. The three of them were inseparable, getting into trouble, joking around.

He always answered.

"Did he really turn into a girl?" Lori asked herself again. She couldn't believe she was thinking it, but that was the sort of day she was having.

She glanced at her MacBook Air sitting on her desk, the pink, slim laptop closed. She stood up, cum leaking out of her ass. She frowned then grabbed off the floor a dirty skirt she had worn to school and set it over her computer chair to keep the jizz from staining it. She sat down and opened her laptop. She bit her lip.

Should I really do this?

She and Chris had exchanged phone passcodes. It was an act of trust. She could log into his cloud account, see his texts, his messages, and his pics if she wanted, and he could do the same for hers. She never planned on doing it. In fact, it was his idea. She felt dirty even thinking of doing it, but she was worried. He wasn't answering his texts after twenty minutes.

That wasn't like him.

It's this crazy day. It's making me paranoid. She glanced at her sleeping friend, wondering if the ghost was in the room watching her. What would the ghost do to a guy? Maybe it made Miyu into a futanari and Chris into a girl.

And then she cheated on me.

Lori blushed as she opened her laptop. She really had no cause to complain about Chris and Miyu. She cheated on Chris with Yoshiko, lost to the lust of seeing her friend with a dick, then lost to her own desires once hers had sprouted. Girl-cocks had minds of their own.

She logged into his account and went to the GPS. She had to know where he was. He should be at school working on his art project with Mariah Young. Is he fucking her? Did I send him all those nude selfies, get him horny, and then sent him right into the hussy's arms.

Lori shook her head. No. She knew her boyfriend loved her.

The map came up. She blinked, zooming in. Chris wasn't at school. He was up on the bluff overlooking San Fransisco Bay. Redwood, their small community, was in the foothills around the bay. There were spots that had breathtaking views of the entire area. He was in a small, out of the way park, running up the trail. He was moving fast.

What are you doing there?

Lori glanced at Yoshiko. Her friend was still sleeping. She bit her lip.

Her decision was made in an instant. She hopped to her feet and pulled her covers over her friend, hoping none of the cum stains were visible. Then she moved her dirty clothes to cover the cum stains on the carpet.

Futanari jizz so much. My mom is going to kill me.

She lit an incense stick to mask the scent of sex before quickly dressing. She left Yoshiko sleeping and headed downstairs. "Mom, I'm going out. Yoshiko's taking a nap in my room."

"Oh, is she okay?" her mom asked from the kitchen, no doubt cooking with a glass of white wine in hand.

"Just been a long day for her. I have to meet Chris."

"You going to be home for dinner?"

"Not sure." Lori reached the front door and snagged the keys to her mom's Prius. "I'm borrowing your car. Love you, thanks."

She darted out the door before her mom could answer. She probably would have said yes, but Lori didn't see the point in risking a no. She had to get to Chris, see that he wasn't a girl, and that everything was normal.

Mostly.

As much as she liked her cock, she wanted to go back to normal. Chris wouldn't like her having a dick. Probably. He was into hentai, including futanari porn. She had seen a few of the videos and pictures on his computer.

It was hot watching porn with her boyfriend.

Her clit itched at that thought and she grit her teeth. "No sprouting," she told her nub as she reached her mom's powder-blue Prius, one of the first sold in California—her mother was so proud of that fact. She hopped into the car. "I mean it. Don't even think about getting hard."

Lori pushed the ignition button, and the car started without a sound. She had grown up driving around in the Prius, so it was weird to her when normal cars started with loud growls from their combustion engines. She put the car into reverse, backing out of the driveway, and raced to the park.

It wasn't a long drive, especially when Lori failed to respect many of California's traffic laws. Stops signs were suggestions, and speed limits were good ideas, like something your mom would tell you as you headed off to school. She had never gotten a ticket. Though she had been pulled over twice. A little bit of crying, and she was off the hook.

Chris had gaped at her the second time. "Only girls get to do that. If I started crying, he would have just laughed."

She drove through town and up the windy road that led to the bluff. The trail was a straight shot instead of curvy. Chris would already be there. Or she hoped he was still there. She kept glancing at her phone as she drove, looking for the telltale three dots in Messenger telling her someone was typing a reply.

Nothing.

The tall redwood trees that gave their community its name rose around her as she drove up the bluff. They weren't the huge sequoias that grew in the famed national park, but a smaller species that was still impressive to look at. She rounded the last bend and reached the small overlook. Leaning against the wooden railing was the blonde from the video, gasping for breath, holding some strange stick in one hand with a streamer of zigzagging diamonds dangling from the end.

The blonde turned, looking at the car. A flushed, tan face widened in shock.

It was Chris. He was a she.

Lori hit the brakes, the gravel grinding beneath the tires, and put the car into park. She hopped out, engine still running. Her eyes were so wide as she stared at her boyfriend—girlfriend?—trembling at the small, wooden barrier at the bluff's edge.

"Chris!"

"Shit," Chris said, her voice higher-pitch but the tone was so recognizable. Her large breasts stretched her shirt.

Memory of those tits bouncing in Phil's vid uploaded to PornHub flashed through Lori's thoughts. Her clit throbbed and itched, swelling in her panties. Her skirt swished about her thighs as she took a few, cautious steps forward.

"It is you," Lori said. "I saw the video and… Wow. You're a girl."

Chris nodded, blushing.

"I guess you can get out traffic tickets now."

"What?" Chris frowned. "What are you… And what video?" Her jeans suddenly slipped off her narrower hips, followed by her boxers, flashing a blonde bush stained with Miyu's cum.

They really were fucking.

"Yeah, Phil caught you and Miyu… outside the art room… It's on PornHub. Everyone from school must have seen it."

"Phil?" The color drained from Chris's face. "Fuck, I'm in so much trouble. It's not safe, Lori. You need to get out of here."

But Lori was transfixed by the sight of Chris's crotch. No cock. Just a thick, golden bush hiding pussy lips. Lori's clit swelled and throbbed, stretching out her panties as she moved closer and closer. Her boyfriend—girlfriend, she's my girlfriend—looking so sexy. Those tits were huge, delicious.

"Oh, Chris, you turned into a hottie."

"Lori," she groaned. "This isn't the time for joking around. This is serious."

"Oh, yes, those are a serious pair of tits. They're bigger than mine. They're Yoshiko level of boobs."

Lori reached her girlfriend, staring at Chris's beautiful face, her sun-bleached hair whipping by the wind. Lori grabbed her girlfriend's hands, staring up at the changed face, seeing all the similarities. Chris was even few inches shorter, but still taller than Lori.

"Wow, you are cute."

"Come on, Lori," blushed Chris. "Listen, this is important."

"Like how you cheated on me with Miyu?"

Chris flinched. "I… That is… I don't know how it happened. There was crazy stuff and…"

"It's okay." Lori smiled. "I think…we're both dealing with the changes to our body. It's like we have a free pass. Like we're at Vegas."

"What?"

"You know, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." Lori's hand stroked up Chris's thigh, dipping between her crotch. The redhead's eyes widened as she felt the new pussy. It was soaking wet. Chris shuddered as her fingers penetrated into the wet pussy. "What happens when you're a girl stays when you're a girl."

"Lori," Chris groaned, her pussy clenching on Lori's probing fingers. "This is serious. I'm in so much danger. There's a ghost."

"I know, met her. Sayuri-chan."

Chris flinched at the name. "Where?"

"She molested Yoshiko during lunch today and followed her to my house. She made Yoshiko like Miyu."

"A shrine maiden?"

"No, a futanari." I frowned. "Miyu's a shrine maiden? Then she can exorcise Yoshiko and make everything all right. She can fix me."

"Fix, you?" Chris frowned. "What did the ghost do to you? And what do you mean, she followed you to your house? She's at the school. She attacked me right after you sent me those naked pics and…"

"Wait? Is there another ghost?" frowned Lori.

"This one tried to kill me." Fear crossed Chris's face.

Lori gasped, hugging her girlfriend, feeling her tremble in her arms. Chris's arms wrapped about her body, pulling her tight. Her hard girl-cock pressed into Chris. Through her skirt and panties, she felt her girlfriend's heat. Her dick throbbed harder and harder.

"Lori." Chris's words were strained. "What is that I'm feeling beneath your skirt. Tell me that's a banana."

"No, I'm just happy to see you." Lori tensed, swallowing. "So, the ghost haunting Yoshiko, who isn't trying to kill us, made her into a futanari. And then… Ifuckedyoshikoandbecameafutanaritoo." She said the last part so fast, embarrassed.

"Wait?" Chris moaned, her hips undulating. "You're a futanari?"

Lori nodded her head.

"And so is Yoshiko?"

Another nod, her dick throbbing so hard.

"And you fucked her?"

"Yes," Lori said, her voice tight. "Once she had a dick, well, I was so turned on. It's so sexy."

"Yes," Chris moaned, smiling. "When I saw Miyu's girl-cock, well…"

"I saw the video. So hot." Lori undulated her hips. She knew she should be scared, but she was so turned on. Her boyfriend was this sexy girl, her dick was so hard. "Mmm, you remember our first time, parking up here in my mom's Prius."

"Yes," Chris said, her blue eyes shining. They widened. "When I took your cherry."

"Shame Miyu got yours." Lori stood on her tiptoes. "But that doesn't mean we can't recreate some of it."

Her lips kissed Chris hard and hot. She thrust her tongue, her sixteen-year-old body trembling in her girlfriend's arms. Chris tightened her embrace, pulling Lori close. The redhead's girl-dick throbbed harder in her panties aching to escape. Their tongues danced and dueled as she pressed Chris against the wooden railing, all of San Fransisco bay spread out behind her.

Lori broke the kiss, her breasts heaving, rubbing against Chris's. She slid her hands up, squeezing her girlfriend's big tits through the t-shirt. She squeezed them, brushing hard nipples, bringing low moans from Chris's lips.

"So, how did you like being fucked by Miyu?"

Chris blushed again. She's so pretty when she does that. "I…liked it. I'm a girl, I guess. And, well, my body reacts."

"Mmm, so you came?"

"Hard. It kept going and going. Jesus, I'm getting so wet."

"Oh, let me eat your pussy. I love it when you eat mine, and since you don't have a cock…"

Chris licked her lips. "Can I…suck your cock while you do it?"

"What do you think?" Lori had a huge grin on her face. "Backseat of my mom's Prius. It worked the first time we sixty-nined."

Chris was eager, jerking Lori's arm. Her jeans and boxers were left behind as Chris led Lori to the car. The redhead smiled, admiring her girlfriend's ass. She gave it a smack, her dick throbbing so hard in her panties.

"You have a cute ass as a guy or girl," she giggled.

"Thanks," Chris said, her tone questioning, asking if that was good or bad.

Lori gave her girlfriend's ass another squeeze, her dick so hard in her panties. They reached her mom's car, and she pushed Chris against it, feeling so aggressive. I have the cock in the relationship now. Lori kissed Chris's plump lips, feeling those big tits. Her hands shoved beneath Chris's t-shirt, fondling her girlfriend's pillowy boobs. They were soft, like Yoshiko's, so nice and plump, just a delight to hold onto. Chris moaned into the kiss, lips moving harder as Lori's hands found nipples.

She twisted them, making her girlfriend squeal and undulated, grinding on her throbbing girl-cock. A shudder ran through the redhead. She kissed her girlfriend harder, thrusting her tongue into Chris's mouth, savoring the sweet taste.

"Oh, you feel so different," Lori moaned, breaking the kiss.

"And you feel so hung," panted Chris. "Don't judge me, but I want to suck on that cock so badly. It's not gay if I'm a girl."

"No homo?" Lori arched an eyebrow.

"No homo," Chris groaned.

"Slut," giggled Lori. "You're my slut now."

Chris's hands slid down, seizing Lori's ass, squeezing hard. "But you're my futanari-slut. You're going to lick my pussy so hard when I'm sucking your cock."

"Oh, that sounds like a challenge. Let's see who makes the other cum faster."

Chris grinned. Her face was so familiar but different. It was intoxicating. Heat rushed through Lori as her girlfriend ripped her blouse over her head. Lori hadn't bothered with a bra, and her round tits bounced out, nipples rubbing into the bottoms of Chris's large mounds. Lori liked that. She liked her girlfriend as a girl.

"You make me so hard," panted Lori as Chris's hands attacked her skirt next. She kneaded her girlfriend's tits as Chris yanked down her skirt.

Chris pulled away and yanked open the back door of the Prius. She stared with hungry eyes at the bulge tenting Lori's panties. Her cock throbbed, precum making a dark spot in the red material. Chris fell onto the back seat, legs spread wide open, pussy dripping.

"Let me suck that cock, slut."

"Mmm, you're going to suck it so hard, whore."

Chris smiled and Lori giggled. She liked this. They were both sluts now. Both whores. She shoved down her panties, Chris gasping as her huge girl-cock flopped out, thrusting from the shaved folds of her pussy. She stroked it as Chris licked her lush lips.

"Oh, you want to suck this so badly, slut," Lori moaned as she walked around the car. It would be easier to crawl in from the other side.

"Yes! Now get that cute ass in here, slut."

Lori was so horny. She knew they should be focusing on other problems, but lusts controlled her right now. They throbbed out of her dick, making it so hard to make good choices. She yanked open the other rear door, Chris's head looking up at her.

She groaned and crawled over her girlfriend. Lips nipped at her nipples and kissed at her stomach as she moved into the car. Her hands stroked Chris's belly down to her pussy, Lori's cock dangling. The tip brushed Chris's blonde hair, sliding across her face, and reaching her hungry lips.

Chris engulfed the tip of Lori's cock and sucked.

"Yes!" the redheaded futanari moaned. Her body shuddered, dangling tit shaking. "Oh, you suck cock like a hungry pro. How many times did you suck Miyu's dick?"

Chris didn't answer, only moaned louder about Lori's cock.

That was fine with Lori. Her cock ached and throbbed. She leaned her head down, spreading her girlfriend's thighs, and nuzzled into tangy pussy. She licked through the folds, savoring the juices flavor while blonde curls tickled her face.

Chris moaned in delight, the sounds humming about the tip of Lori's cock. The futanari groaned, shuddering atop her girlfriend. Pleasure raced up her girl-dick, making her tongue lick faster and deeper into Chris's pussy, tasting the tangy flesh, exploring.

"Oh, you have such a pretty pussy," panted Lori between licks, her lips sticky with juices. "Damn, Chris, you make a hotter girl than me."

Chris moaned again, it sounded proud, boastful as she sucked on Lori's dick.

"Well, my cock is bigger than yours," Lori moaned, shuddering. Such delicious sensations rippled down her cock. Chris was so good at sucking dick. Better than Yoshiko. "Mmm, I love this pussy. I'm going to devour it, Chris. Love it, just like you would love my pussy. Mmm, I loved it when you went down on me." She licked through Chris's folds. "And I love going down on you, baby."

Her tongue nuzzled through the folds. She pressed her lips into Chris's pussy, savoring the hot feel, her hips undulating as the pleasure built inside of her. A delicious, powerful itch that made her shudder and squirm, sliding her cock in and out of Chris's hungry mouth.

Her tongue swirled about Lori's dick, caressing the crown. Lori shuddered with each caress, her pussy clenching. Her pussy juices leaked out of her cunt, trickling down her shaft. She felt the beads reaching Chris's lips.

"Mmm, I bet you like that," Lori moaned as she nuzzled at her girlfriend's pussy. "My juices running down my cock. Dripping to your lips."

Chris moaned a muffled sound, maybe a yes, about Lori's dick. Chris's hands reached out, grasping the redhead's ass, squeezing and pulling the futanari's dick deeper into her mouth. Lori groaned, her pussy clenching harder as Chris sucked.

"Yes, you love it, slut." Lori licked through her girlfriend's folds. Her fingers stroked the tight slit. "Mmm, such a juicy pussy you have. You taste amazing. Best pussy I ever ate. Better than Yoshiko's."

Chris groaned, sucking so hard.

"Yes, I bet she'll fuck you like this," groaned Lori. "You would love that. I know you think she's hot."

Her fingers found Chris's clit, stroking the little nub as her girlfriend sucked so hard on her dick. She shuddered, her hips shaking. Chris's fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass, kneading so hard, pulling her butt-cheeks apart, slipping in.

Lori shuddered. She thrust her tongue into Chris's pussy as her girlfriend's finger sank into her asshole. Her bowels clenched on the invading digit. Pleasure rippled hot out of her asshole to the tip of her dick.

"Mmm, yes, I love it when you finger my asshole." Lori moved her finger from Chris's clit. "Let me feel your juicy cunt."

Chris moaned, her pussy clenching about Lori's thrusting finger. She savored the hot flesh wrapped about her digit, her bowels clenching on Chris's finger. They both pumped their digits as Lori's lips found her girlfriend's clit.

And sucked hard.

Chris bucked beneath Lori and moaned about her dick. Pleasure raced up her shaft, making her moan louder and harder on Chris's clit. They both shuddered. Her pussy burned, the duel pleasures of her ass being fingered and her cock sucked mixing, swirling, building in her depths.

"Chris," she moaned between sucks on her girlfriend's clit. "Oh, yes, Chris!"

Her tongue flailed Chris's clit, driving her girlfriend wild. The gender-swapped girl bucked and moaned, wiggling her hips, humping her pussy into Lori's mouth. Chris moaned loudly about the futanari's dick, the humming pleasure increasing.

And then hot, tangy juices squirted into Lori's mouth.

Her girlfriend came.

"Yes," Lori hissed. "That's it, slut. Ooh, you're cumming so hard. But not as hard as I am." Her bowels clenched on Chris's finger. "Just keep sucking my dick, whore. Oh, my god. Sooooo fucking good. Mmm, you are such a good cock-sucker!"

Lori's body bucked and spasmed as her orgasm exploded in the depths of her pussy. The pressure shot down her cock in powerful pulses. Cum spurted into her girlfriend's mouth. Lori's red hair danced as she threw back her head and screamed out her orgasm. The bliss burned through her body. She bucked and shuddered, her body whipped by the rapture shooting through her.

The bliss. The wonder. It filled her. It made her ache and shudder. It made her gasp and moan.

"Chris!"

Her girlfriend gulped down load after load of jizz, swallowing like a pro while she drank down tangy pussy juices. She lapped up the flood as they both trembled. The Prius's shocks groaned as the car rocked back and forth.

"Damn, Chris," she moaned, collapsing on her girlfriend. She lifted her hips, her still-hard cock popping out of Chris's lips. "That was amazing."

"Yes," panted Chris. "And I won."

"Hmm?" Lori still dwelled in a daze of pleasure.

"I made you cum the hardest." Such pride burned in Chris's feminine voice, the same pride she had as boy whenever she made Lori cum.

"I think we both won."

"Mmm, and you're still hard. Just like Miyu."

"Oh, yes," Lori moaned. "I have stamina. And I need more."

"Ever heard of paizuri?"

"What?" blinked Lori.

"You're going to love it. Sit on the edge of the car, your legs dangling out, and I will use my big tits to make you cum."

Lori's eyes opened. One of the reasons she always wanted to have big tits was to do just that for Chris. She knew her girlfriend loved titty fucks—paizuri must be the dumb Japanese name for it—and she always wanted to do it for Chris.

And now Chris was doing it for her.

"I love you so much," Lori said. "You're the best."Chris hurried around the Prius. She hadn't lost her girlfriend's love by becoming a girl. Whatever fortuitous turn of events ended up with Lori becoming a futanari had stopped this from being a disaster. Lori still loved her.

The afternoon sun shining on Chris's naked, tanned body. Only her crotch was paler—she didn't sunbathe nude, though she was wishing she did now, it was so freeing being naked in public. An excited tremble went through her body. We could be caught at any moment.

Her fears of Miyu and the ghost were subsumed by her lust. Her brain couldn't think of anything but the big, throbbing dick her girlfriend had. My girlfriend is a futanari. This is the hottest fucking thing in the world.

As a guy, Chris had jerked off a lot to drawings of dickgirls and futas, loving their busty, feminine frames contrasting with their huge, throbbing dicks. It was so impossibly wrong it made him so achingly hard.

"Let's do this, baby," Lori moaned, sitting on the edge of her seat, looking so beautiful, her green eyes shining, her red hair spilled about her shoulders. Her round breasts bobbed and heaved while her dick waggled before her, thrusting from the folds of her pussy.

That impossible sight. Pussy and cock. But no balls. Chris always liked the futas with balls, but he wouldn't complain.

"Damn," Chris moaned, kneeling on her discarded shirt, padding against the gravel. She leaned forward, nuzzling at Lori's tart pussy. She licked through the folds as her girlfriend moaned, reaching the base of her dick.

"Oh, that's hot," panted Lori as Chris dragged her tongue higher and higher up the shaft. She could still taste the salty flavor of her girlfriend's cum. "Mmm, warp those big, lush boobies about my dick and make me cum."

"Yes," Chris said, her pussy clenching. Her heart raced. She had always wanted to be on the receiving end of a titty fuck, but was glad to give this treat to Lori.

Chris cupped her large breasts, her fingers sinking into her pillowy mounds. She lifted them up and brought them to her girlfriend's cock. She sandwiched the throbbing dick between her tits, savoring the hard shaft's heat. She pushed her tits tight together, her silky flesh engulfing the big shaft.

And slid her tits down.

Lori bucked, her mouth opening wide as she moaned. Her green eyes blinked as Chris slid her tits back up the throbbing girl-dick. Precum leaked out of the crown, smearing onto Chris's flesh, lubing the way as she pumped her tits up and down. Her hard nipples rubbed on Lori's naked stomach, sending tingles racing down to Chris's pussy.

She squirmed, her cunt growing hotter and hotter. Juices dripped down her thighs as she pleasured Lori's dick. Chris stared at the tip of her girlfriend's dick emerging over and over from the valley of her tits, the pink crown popping into sight.

"Mmm, that's kinda hot," Lori moaned, her hips shifting. "Watching it pop out. It's so cute."

"Yeah," Chris agreed, licking her lips.

Then she licked the tip of Lori's dick when it emerged, gathering the salty precum.

"Damn," Lori panted, her body bucking at the sudden contact of Chris's tongue.

Chris grinned and did it again. And again. Every time Lori's dick emerged from her tits, the gender-swapped girl licked the wrinkled, pink crown. Her tongue bathed across it, savoring the salty precum, making Lori gasp and moan.

The futanari's voice echoed through the car. She leaned back on her hands, the seat creaking as she smiled down at Chris. That beautiful smile encouraged her to fuck her tits up and down faster and faster. Her hips swayed from side-to-side, her pussy burning. She squeezed her thighs tight, her clit throbbing, begging to be touched.

But her hands were full of her tits.

Her nipples throbbed as they rasped and rubbed Lori's belly. Tingles raced through Chris. She groaned between licks. Her tongue flailed the tip of the futanari's cock. The tip throbbed and twitched. The cock was so hot between Chris's tits.

"Oh, god, I'm going to erupt," panted Lori. "Oh, your tits are heavenly, Chris. Just fucking amazing."

"Do it," moaned Chris, excited. "Give me a pearl necklace."

"Oh, so I have to buy you jewelry just because I have the dick in the relationship?"

"Yes," Chris panted, tits sliding faster and faster, her arms burning from the strain. She pumped through the pain, eager to give her girlfriend a treat. "Cum on my face, baby. Just erupt. I want to feel your jizz splatter me."

"Yes," Lori moaned. Her green eyes squeezed shut. Her hips bucked, fucking her cock through Chris's tits. "You nasty slut. Oh, yes! Yes!"

The dick throbbed between Chris's tits. The tip swelled. Cum spurted out and splattered the bottom of her chin. The hot jizz washed across her neck. The thick, hot spunk clung to her flesh. Chris groaned, loving the feel of it.

The next spurt erupted, landing on her lips and chin. She licked the jizz out as Lori moaned, savoring the salty flavor. Her tits slid up, milking the spurting cock. Cum splattered across Chris's big, pillowy tits, running hot as it fell down into her cleavage.

"Oh, that's so hot," moaned Lori, eyes fluttering open. "Oh, damn, Chris, you have a shiny pearl necklace."

"Uh-huh, "Chris panted, her pussy on fire. It felt so hot to be jizzed on. So demeaning. She truly was a slut. Lori's slut.

The futanari's dick was still hard.

"I love it," Chris moaned as she moved, straddling Lori's waist. The gender-swapped girl grasped the futanari's big dick, guiding it to her hungry pussy. Her big tits pressed into Lori's face, smearing cum on the redhead's features.

"Fuck me," Lori moaned as Chris rubbed her pussy on the cock's tip.

"Yes," she moaned and slammed her new pussy down her girlfriend's dick.

The huge cock stretched out Chris's cunt. Her back arched. Her tits smeared into Lori's mouth. Her tongue licked, sucking on Chris's cum-stained nipple, shooting pleasure down to the gender-swapped girl's cunt.

She clenched down on Lori's dick. Chris fucked her girlfriend hard and fast. The shocks of the Prius groaned as the two teenagers humped and writhed. Lori's hands seized Chris's ass, gripping both butt-cheeks.

"Oh, yes, your cock is so huge," panted Chris. "I'm such a slut for this dick."

"I'm such a slut for this pussy," Lori answered, her fingers kneading Chris's ass. "Fucking ride me hard. I want to dump so much cum into your snatch."

"Yes!" Chris's pussy clenched hard on her girlfriend's thick dick. Her hips moved faster and faster. "Do that. I love it. I want to feel all your jizz spurt into me. Oh, god, this is so hot. I'm fucking my big-dicked girlfriend!"

"Yes!"

Chris's hips rode her girlfriend faster and faster. Her pussy drank in the friction of Lori's huge dick. Chris used all the tricks she remembered her girlfriend doing when she was a boy. The way Lori twisted her hips, undulated, ground her clit into Lori's pubic bone. The gender-swapped girl wanted to make the futanari cum so hard into her pussy.

And then erupt in her own pleasure.

Her sun-bleached hair brushed Lori's face as they kissed. The futanari's cum stained both their lips. They licked and nuzzled, sharing the treat. Chris groaned, her pussy clenching as she slammed her pussy up and down Lori's cock, driving them both wild.

Lori's fingers squeezed so hard on Chris's ass. Their tongues stabbed at each other, dueling with a frantic desire. They fucked each other, Chris's fingers scratching at Lori's back. The friction burned as Chris fucked up and down on the girl-shaft, loving how deep it stabbed into her cunt. Filling her. Driving her wild.

She broke the kiss. "I'm going to cum!"

"Do it," hissed Lori. "Cum on my dick. Milk my cock. You want it, slut."

"Whore," Chris moaned. "You're my futanari-whore. You love my pussy!"

"So much! The best pussy!"

Chris shuddered at her girlfriend's words. She slammed her cunt down the redhead's shaft. Her clit rubbed into Lori's crotch. Sparks flew. Pleasure burst in the depths of Chris's pussy. Her sheath spasmed about the thick cock, massaging it as her body spasmed and writhed. Pleasure flooded through her.

Wonderful rapture.

Ecstasy slammed into her mind as her hips went wild, bucking on Lori's dick. The redhead moaned, gripping Chris's ass, fucking her hips up and down. Her spasming pussy slid up and down the thick, hard shaft.

"Cum in me," screamed Chris as the pleasure burst through her. "Give me all that girl-spunk!"

"Yes," Lori hissed, her green eyes staring into Chris's blue.

She was lost to those green depths, staring at them as the pleasure of her orgasm washed through her mind. She slammed down the futanari's dick, taking every inch into her writhing flesh. Lori groaned. Her dick erupted.

Cum flooded Chris's pussy.

The gender-swapped girl's head snapped back. Another orgasm exploded in her as her girlfriend flooded her cunt with jizz. Hot, thick, creamy cum. It was amazing. The rapture boiled through her mind as her pussy milked Lori's cock.

"That's soooo good!" Chris screamed as their bodies heaved in shared ecstasy.Yoshiko dreamed she was in a hot spring. She sat on the edge, the hot water around her calves up to her knees. She trembled, staring at Mitsuko. The princess moved through the water, her small breasts trembling, jiggling, her hands behind her back as she sauntered across the steamy water. She was so lovely. A moan came unbidden from Yoshiko's lips.

I'm dreaming Sayuri's life again. Or her memories of it.

"Look what my maids procured for me," purred Mitsuko. She had a naughty smile on her pink lips, her slanted eyes burning. Her hair was pinned up by a white hair comb. It looked like it was made from some sort of shiny, white stone. Alabaster? wondered Yoshiko.

"What, Mitsuko-hime?" Yoshiko said unbidden again. It wasn't her body really speaking. She was in Sayuri's body. Her breasts were nowhere big enough to be her own.

"It came all the way from the province of Hiko," Mitsuko said, pulling the object from behind her back. It was wet, the pale-yellow fibers of a plant forming into a cylindrical shape. Two strands of knotted cord made from the same material bound the middle of the object, keeping the fibers together. More cords connected the bands, each knotted. "It's made from itadori, and the women of the province swear by its pleasure."

It's a dildo, Yoshiko realized. She stared at the knotted cords binding it, trying to imagine the added sensation they would add.

"I don't understand," Sayuri said.

She wants to fuck you with it, Yoshiko said to her host as Mitsuko came closer, a naughty grin on her face.

"It is a kokeshi." Mitsuko smile. "Surely you've heard how older girls play with their kokeshi in different manner than when they were younger."

Yoshiko was confused. The word was unfamiliar to her and its context. But Sayuri gasped and blushed. "Oh, yes, I see. You want to use it… On me."

"Then you can use it on me," purred Mitsuko, stopping before Sayuri. "I want you to take my virginity. Not a man."

Sayuri, we need to talk, Yoshiko said. I have to understand why you're haunting me. Please, please, answer me.

Sayuri trembled. "Will it hurt?"

"Don't be afraid," Mitsuko said, leaning over and capturing Sayuri's hard, brown nipple in soft lips. She sucked.

Sayuri moaned.

I'm here, Yoshiko called as she felt pleasure rush through Sayuri's body like it was her own. Don't ignore me.

But Sayuri only moaned her delight as her lover, her princess, suckled at her nipple. Mitsuko brought the strange dildo down to her wet, black bush, rubbing it on virgin flesh.

To be continued…

Haunted by the Futa Ghost Chapter Seven: Princess Double-Teamed by the Futas

Haunted by the Futa Ghost

Chapter Seven: Princess Double-Teamed by the Futas

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen female/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodites/Teen female, Ghost, Virgin Sex Toy, Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Oral Sex

I savored my Ōjo-sama's breasts rubbing on mine as she lay atop me on the onsen's edge. Our lips devoured each other. Her hips moved, rubbing her hot flesh against mine. The little pearls in our clams brushed, kissed, sparking pleasure through my body. She moved her hips, undulating like she wished she had a cock to fuck me for real.

And I wished I had a cock to fuck her.

The cicadas sang around us in the warm, summer evening. Their chirping cries celebrated our love. My tongue brushed Mitsuko-hime's. My hands slid up and down her wet back, brushing her long hair and then down to grasp her round butt, pulling her tighter together.

Mitsuko-hime broke the kiss. Her nose brushed mine. I saw such sadness in her eyes.

"What, Ōjo-sama? What grief weighs on your heart."

"I don't want to be sad with you," she whispered, her finger tracing my cheek. "I savor our time with you."

It had been a three full cycle of the moon since we had kissed, spring gone and summer upon us. I treasured every moment with her. I hated seeing her sad. I only wanted my Ōjo-sama to have big smiles on her lips.

"What is it?"

"My father has found a suitor." She bit her lip. "He says I'll be married on the next equinox. I'll have to leave, to go to his castle. It's three provinces away."

"No," I gasped, clinging to her. My heart quivered.

"If only you were a man," she whispered. "There must be a way. You're a miko. Isn't there a kami you could pray to?"500 years later…

Yoshiko found herself possessing Sayuri's body, inhabiting the futa-ghost in her dreams. Yoshiko had to find a way to communicate with Sayuri, to discover what was going on. Ever since Sayuri's spirit had made love to Yoshiko in the bathroom at her school, she was different.

She was a futanari.

She now possessed a throbbing girl-dick that sprouted from her clit whenever she grew excited. And that excitement led Yoshiko to fool around with her best friend Lori. Now Lori was also a futanari, but she didn't want to stay that way. Lori was in love with her boyfriend, Chris, and was afraid he would freak out when he learned what happened to her.

Well, she did have a bigger cock than him now. And boys could get weird about stuff like that.

Not that Yoshiko had any direct experience The sixteen-year-old was a lesbian. Chris was her friend, nothing more. She liked him, even cared for him, but she never wanted to sleep with him, even if he was one of the most handsome guys at their school, Redwood Academy.

Sayuri-chan, you have to listen to me. I need your help.

But Sayuri was too caught up in her memories. Or maybe Yoshiko was just reliving the futa-ghost's memories. That she was passive right now, just experiencing what Sayuri did. She felt Mitsuko's lips on hers, the warm water of the hot spring about her legs, the touch of the strange dildo on her pussy. The Japanese princess had brought it to pop Sayuri's cherry.

Yoshiko couldn't change anything. She was helpless. She trembled with Sayuri as the dildo, made of your yellow itadori fibers bound together by beaded cords in the middle. It made a thick toy, soaked soft by the water. It rubbed against Sayuri's pussy, Yoshiko feeling the delicious trembles.

Mitsuko broke the kiss. "Just relax, my sweet Sayuri-chan. We may not be men, but we can pretend we are with this toy."

You don't need to be men to love each other, Yoshiko screamed, but Sayuri didn't hear her.

"Just relax, my sweet miko." Mitsuko rubbed the toy up and down Sayuri's body. The shrine maiden, called a miko in Japanese, shuddered, her body trembling. Yoshiko felt the pleasure of the fibers. They made Sayuri's pussy tingle in an exciting way.

Is there something on the toy making her tingle? It's nice. Feels more intense.

"Ōjo-sama," moaned Sayuri, her small breasts quivering.

It was strange to Yoshiko seeing such small breasts on her body. Hers hadn't been that tiny since she was twelve. Her tits were large, the biggest in school despite her petite frame. Half-Japanese, she had big tits and round, blue eyes that betrayed her Caucasian heritage. Other than that, she looked fully Japanese, her hair black silk, her skin pale olive, almost the same hue as Sayuri and Mitsuko.

"Relax and let me prick your maidenhead," moaned Mitsuko-hime. "And then you can take mine. At least we can give that to each other."

"Yes, Ōjo-sama!" Sayuri kissed Mitsuko this time, hard, aggressive, the pleasure relaxing her. Heat burned in her pussy.

Come on, Sayuri-chan, Yoshiko moaned. I know this feels good, but we need to talk. I can understand Japanese right now, so hopefully you can speak English.

Sayuri-chan only groaned, her arm hooking around Mitsuko's neck, tightening their kiss. Both Japanese girls moaned and sighed, tongues brushing as the toy kept rubbing on Sayuri's pussy lips, pressing on her hymen and nudging her clit. The little bud throbbed and ached.

Yoshiko would have moaned, too, if she were in control of Sayuri's body. The toy felt so good despite its rough appearance. The water had softened it, and that delicious tingling sensation only increased.

Sayuri-chan, don't ignore me. I know you're excited, but this already happened. These are your memories. I need your help in the present.

Mitsuko broke the kiss. "Ready, Sayuri-chan."

"I am." Sayuri-chan swallowed. "I love you, Mitsuko-hime."

The princess smiled, her small breasts glistening with condensation from the steam rising about them. Her brown nipples hard. "I love you, too."

And then she thrust.

Yoshiko and Sayuri both shuddered, feeling the thick toy spreading open virgin pussy. The hymen resisted, pain flaring despite the tingling delight. Sayuri groaned through clenched teeth, her head throwing back as Mitsuko kept pushing and pushing.

The cherry popped. The toy pressed into Sayuri's folds a few inches.

Pleasure rippled through the shrine maiden and Yoshiko. They both felt the fibers rubbing on Sayuri's wet flesh, the tingling delight swelling deeper in her. It spread her pussy open, her legs kicking through the hot spring's water.

"Mitsuko!" Sayuri gasped in throaty pleasure. "That's… You're in me."

"Yes," Mitsuko moaned, her groin pressed against the end of the toy like it was her cock. "You're my woman, miko."

"Your woman, Ōjo-sama."

Mitsuko humped her hips forward, pushing the toy deeper and deeper into Sayuri's untouched depths. The fibers tingled. Yoshiko gasped and Sayuri shuddered as the beaded cords wrapping the center popped into her cunt, the fibrous balls rubbing on her pussy walls. It added a new delight, making her shudder and gasp.

The pleasure rippled through her pussy as the toy bottomed out in her, filling her depths. Yoshiko drank in the pleasure. As much as she wanted to get Sayuri's attention, she enjoyed the delight the ghost's body experienced too much right now to try harder.

That toy is so good.

"You're in me," moaned Sayuri. "Oh, Mitsuko-hime. That's wonderful. Oh, yes. Oh, wow. I… I feel so spread open."

"Mmm, good," Mitsuko purred, her voice throaty. She pulled the toy back, the beaded cords massaging Sayuri's pussy walls before popping out.

Her cunt clenched on the toy as it thrust back in. The friction greasing her. Mitsuko groaned, still holding the toy against her groin, pretending she was fucking Sayuri. The shrine maiden leaned back on the rocks surrounding the hot spring, undulating her hips as the princess rammed the toy over and over into her depths.

Yoshiko loved the feel. The way the beaded cords rubbed on Sayuri's pussy walls, adding such a wicked delight. And Yoshiko loved how Sayuri's pussy tingled. The toy had something on it or in the fibers that made everything feel a little better.

"Fuck me with your cock, Ōjo-sama," groaned Sayuri.

"Oh, I wish it was a real cock," panted the princess. "That we both had them. Futanari. That would be wicked. Then you could be my husband and wife. My father wouldn't have to find another."

"Yes, yes, yes," gasped Sayuri, her breasts jiggling as she writhed. "Just keep stirring my cauldron with your thick stick, Ōjo-sama."

"I will. I want you to boil about my stick."

So do it, Yoshiko moaned, trembling inside Sayuri.

Mitsuko's small breasts also jiggled, water splashing about her waist as she reamed the dildo in and out of of Sayuri's cunt. The tingling friction sent rippling waves through her body that Yoshiko also enjoyed. The beaded cords added such wonderful delight, pressing hard against Sayuri's sheath, teasing her, driving her wild.

Sayuri's hands reached out, cupping Mitsuko's breasts. She pinched and rolled nipples, both nubs feeling delightful between her fingers. Mitsuko groaned, her beautiful face twisting in pleasure, her slanted eyes burning bright.

Yes, yes, pound her. Make her cum. Make us both cum. This toy is wonderful.

"Ōjo-sama," panted Sayuri. "Something's happening I think…"

"I'm sirring your cauldron to a boil."

"Yes, yes, yes," gasped the ghost. Her fingers pinched and rolled Mitsuko's nipples. "Keep ramming your stick into my cauldron. I love it!"

"I love you!"

Those words did it. Sayuri's pussy spasmed about the toy buried in the depths of her pussy. She thrashed and groaned, bucking. Her pussy writhed about the ramming bundle of fibers, clenching down on the hard beads.

Yoshiko drowned in rapture with Sayuri. She gasped in the ghost's soul, savoring the wicked memory, the delight of Sayuri's virginity lost at the hands of the sexy princess while steam rose around them.

Oh, that's so good. Oh, fuck, that's hot. I love it. That toy is wild!

"Mitsuko!" moaned Sayuri. "So good. You brought me to a boil."

"Wonderful," Mitsuko moaned. She leaned over Sayuri and the pair kissed while the princess drove the toy into her lover's depths. Their bodies pressed wet and tight, silky skin caressing hot flesh.

Their tongues danced as they shared their sweet love. Yoshiko shuddered, feeling the depth of their emotions. It was such a beautiful thing. She understood why Sayuri clung to this love even in death. Her heart panged. They were separated somehow. They had lost each other.

Sayuri-chan, you have to talk to me. You have to hear me.

But the pair kept kissing. Sayuri shuddered, her pussy clenching down on the toy buried in her depths as her body drifted on rapture. Yoshiko let out a frustrated moan. The pleasure was over. It was time for Sayuri to talk to her.

Why are you showing me this? Why did you bring me into your memories if it wasn't to talk with me? I need to know. Come on, Sayuri-chan. Help me give you peace. Give me answers. Why me? Why do you think I'm Mitsuko-hime?

But it was no use. The ghost didn't hear her.

Mitsuko broke the kiss, stroking Sayuri's cheek. "Now it's my turn to become a woman. Pluck my maidenhead. Whomever my father chooses to be my husband, he shall never have my virginity. That I give to you."

"Mitsuko-hime…" whispered Sayuri-chan.

Yes, it's beautiful, but it's the past. Ancient. I need you to talk to me. I don't need to see your first time with a girl. I know it's hot and all.

"So I just…use it on you?" Sayuri asked.

Mitsuko nodded her head, eager. "I cannot wait. The sounds you made… You loved it."

Yoshiko felt Sayuri's blush. "I did."

Come on. Yoshiko beat her fist inside Sayuri's soul, struggling to get a reaction from the ghost.

Instead, her fist burst out of Sayuri's chest for a moment. Yoshiko blinked. She ignored the sensation of the dildo pulling out of the ghost's pussy and shoved her arm forward again. Yoshiko's hand shot out Sayuri's side. She wiggled more and her other hand popped out. She felt the wet stones of the hot spring's edge.

Seized it, pulled.

Yoshiko gasped as she hauled herself out of Sayuri's body. The pair were kissing again, the toy now held in Sayuri's grip. Yoshiko groaned, spilling out and falling into the hot water of the spring. She spun in the water, her large breasts bobbing as she turned.

And then she burst out of the water, standing behind Mitsuko.

Sayuri-chan let out a scream. "Kami!"

"I'm not a kami," Yoshiko groaned pushing her wet hair out of her face.

"But you're eyes. They're blue."

"Now you just have to make me feel good," Mitsuko said. She didn't even notice Yoshiko The princess just leaned down and sucked on Sayuri's nipple.

Is that how the memory is supposed to go?

"And…and… Futanari!" Sayuri's eyes widened. "You're a futanari kami."

"I'm not a kami," Yoshiko groaned, folding her arms before her. Then she gasped as Mitsuko's ass poked into her hard, throbbing girl-cock. The tip slipped down, nudging at the folds of the princess's pussy, pressing on a cherry.

Oh, god, that feels nice.

"I'm half German, that's why my eyes are blue."

"And where did you come from?" Sayuri asked, looking around.

Yoshiko rolled her eyes. "I'm the girl you're haunting, Sayuri-chan."

"Haunting…?"

"Yes, haunting. You fucked me in the bathroom at my school with your girl-cock. And ever since then, you've been molesting me." Her cheeks warmed and her dick throbbed against Mitsuko as the princess leaned down, nuzzling at Sayuri's crotch. "Not that I mind being fucked by your dick."

"What?" Sayuri blinked in confusion. "Ghost? Haunting?"

Yoshiko grew annoyed. "Remember? You thought I was Mitsuko-hime when you fucked me in the bathroom. You gave me my cock. And then I gave Lori one."

"Rori?"

Mitsuko suddenly gasped, her head snapping up, her body pushing back. Yoshiko groaned as she felt the hymen stretch against her dick. "You have a cock, Sayuri."

Yoshiko leaned out to look past Mitsuko's head as Sayuri looked down at her own crotch. Sure enough, her clit had turned into a dick, thrusting up from her thick, black bush. The tip bobbed, looking like a mushroom, beading precum.

"It's wonderful," Mitsuko said and licked it.

"Mitsuko-hime," panted Sayuri, her eyes wide as she shuddered. "What? How?"

"I don't know how you got a cock." Yoshiko groaned. The princess's virgin pussy felt so wonderful against her cock. "I just know you got one. You're dead. You're a ghost who's haunting me. This is your memory. You dragged me into sleep to show this to me for a reason."

"I'm…dead?" Then she moaned, leaning back as Mitsuko sucked noisy on her cock. "I don't feel dead."

"Great," Yoshiko groaned. Her dick throbbed. "Well, I'm going to enjoy myself if you can't help me."

"Enjoy…?" Sayuri's eyes widened. "Wait, she's the daimyo's daughter. You can't dishonour her!"

"I know, a princess." Yoshiko seized Mitsuko's hips and thrust.

The hymen stretched before Yoshiko's cock. Her breasts jiggled before her as she pushed harder. Mitsuko groaned about Sayuri's dick, her hips wiggling. And then her hymen snapped. Yoshiko's dick dived into tight, virgin princess-cunt.

Her eyes widened. Mitsuko was so tight. She engulfed Yoshiko's dick in heavenly rapture. She pushed deeper, savoring the velvety feel of the princess's depths. She bottomed out, slapping into Mitsuko's rear with a wet smack.

"Y-You just…" Sayuri's mouth dropped.

"Uh-huh," groaned Yoshiko. "Oh, and she's so wonderfully tight. You're going to enjoy fucking her snatch with your cock, Sayuri-chan."

Yoshiko drew back and slammed into the once pure depths. Friction burned along her cock. Her pussy clenched with each thrust. Her breasts bobbed and shook. She smiled at Sayuri shivering and writhing as the ghost enjoyed her blowjob.

Mitsuko moaned lustily as she bobbed and slurped. She gave a noisily blowjob, her porcelain cheeks hollowing with each suck, her pussy clenching about Yoshiko's dick. Which made pumping in her depths even more enjoyable.

Yoshiko's strokes grew faster and faster. She loved being a futanari. She could go her whole life like this. Being haunted by the futa-ghost didn't bother her one bit. She was trying to communicate with Sayuri for Lori's sake.

"Oh, that's good pussy," moaned Yoshiko. "Mmm, your princess has a hot cunt. I'm going to dump so much cum in her."

"Oh, you are a wicked kami," groaned Mitsuko "You must be something naughty. Are you a kitsune?"

"No. I'm just a girl you made into a futanari. You're the ghost. You're haunting me."

Water churned around Yoshiko's thighs as she kept fucking. The rapture was wonderful. Pleasure spilled down through her body. Her ass clenched with each thrust, her pussy dripping juices. She stroked Mitsuko's sides, loving the silky feel of the girl's skin.

And how hot her pussy was.

Mitsuko's hips humped back, rocking into the thrusts. The silky caress of her pussy sent rapture rippling through Yoshiko's body. Her breasts bounced harder and harder with every thrust. Sayuri's eyes were hot, watching them.

"Like my big tits, Sayuri-chan?"

"I…" She nodded, her own body shuddering, small breasts jiggling. Her hands slid through Mitsuko's hair.

"But I bet you love your princess's mouth sucking on your cock better."

"So much better," groaned Sayuri. "Oh, yes, Ōjo-sama. Oh, you're so wonderful. You're mouth makes me tremble. Love my cock. It feels so good to have one."

Mitsuko answered with muffled moans, hot cunt clenching on Yoshiko's dick. The friction boiled through her body. Every stroke brought her closer and closer to erupting her cum into the princess's virginal cunt.

I'm going to cum in a princess's pussy!

That thought made Yoshiko shudder. She moaned louder, head dancing, wet hair clinging to her back and shoulders as she plowed the princess. She rammed her dick so deep, water splashing between them with each thrust.

"Oh, I bet you're going to cum so hard into your princess's mouth," panted Yoshiko. "Make her drink down every drop. She sounds so hungry for it."

"Cum?" moaned Sayuri.

"Yeah, your seed. It's thick and creamy. Your princess-slut will enjoy it."

"Slut! You can't say that to her."

Yoshiko laughed and slapped Mitsuko's ass, bringing a groan from the princess. "She loves it. Your princess-slut's going to cum so hard on my cock. She'll milk my dick for all its seed. Oh, yes. I'm going to cum so deep in her."

Sayuri shuddered, eyes burning with lust. "That's such a dishonorable thing to do to her. You're sullying her."

"Just like you want to."

Sayuri shuddered, her small breasts jiggling. She groaned, her hand sliding through Mitsuko's hair piled up on her head, held in place by an alabaster comb. She didn't answer, but the lust burning on her face showed her true desires.

It made Yoshiko's dick ache even more in the Japanese princess's depths. She reamed into the hot, royal cunt, the friction building the pressure in the depths of her pussy. It swelled up her cock, throbbing to the tip. There it wanted to explode out the busty futanari. Her tits bounced wildly, slapping together as the strokes of her hips grew more and more erratic.

She had to cum. Nothing would stop her now. She was too close.

"Oh, yes, Sayuri-chan, I'm going to flood the princess's cunt."

"Ōjo-sama," panted Sayuri.

"That's right. You're Ōjo-sama. I'm going to cream her. I'm going to baste her cunt with so much jizz. Oh, yes, yes, yes."

"Mitsuko-hime!" Sayuri's body thrashed. Her small tits jiggled.

Mitsuko's pussy clenched on Yoshiko's thrusting dick, increasing the friction. The princess gulped and swallowed the shrine maiden's jizz. She moaned her pleasure as she savored her lover's cum. The heat increased in her cunt. Hot flesh spasmed about Yoshiko's girl-dick.

The princess came hard with Sayuri.

"Oh, my sweet Ōjo-sama! You're drinking my shameful seed! I'm soiling you! Dishonoring you!"

"Yes!" Yoshiko hissed and thrust her dick into the princess's cunt. It was so hot. Her pussy clenched.

And exploded.

Waves of delight rippled through the busty futanari's body. The rapture shot down her cock and erupted. Powerful blasts of cum spurted into the princess's hungry cunt, basting her. Yoshiko trembled, her damp hair whipping about her face as she tossed back her head.

"Take my cum, princess-slut! Take it! You love it! Your hot cunt is milking my dick!"

"Ōjo-sama," gasped Sayuri. "I am so sorry."

Yoshiko slammed her girl-cock into the princess one final time. Her last eruption shuddered out of her cock. The pleasure shot to her mind, already inundated with waves of rapture. She savored it as the hot cunt milked out the last drops of her cunt.

Then Mitsuko's head popped up. "Oh, Sayuri, a friendly yūrei has deflowered me. Futanari! She has gifted you with something wonderful. Did you summon her?"

"You can't see her?" Sayuri asked.

Mitsuko looked over her shoulder at Yoshiko, but her eyes didn't focus, instead staring through the busty futanari. "No."

Great, now I'm the ghost haunting my ghost.

"You're a miko," said Mitsuko. "That must be why, Sayuri-chan."

"Yeah," Sayuri nodded, swallowing.

"Oh, she flooded me with her seed. It was so wonderful. I am so sorry she stole the gift of my virginity from you, Sayuri-chan." Mitsuko leaned up and kissed Sayuri hard with cum-stained lips.

"Oh, damn, that's hot," Yoshiko moaned, pulling her still hard cock from Mitsuko's deflowered pussy. Pinkish cream leaked out, drifting through the waters of the hot spring as the pair kissed, Sayuri tasting her own cum.

Mitsuko broke the kiss. "But you can still enjoy me."

Mitsuko moved away from Sayuri and stretched out on her back on the edge of the hot spring, her legs spread wide. Her black bush, thick and tangled, matted by cum and the water. Her pink pussy gaped open from Yoshiko's cock.

"Mitsuko-hime.." Sayuri licked her lips, stroking her hard, wet dick.

"Go on," Yoshiko smiled. "Fuck her with that dick. I loved it when you took my virginity with yours."

"What?" Sayuri shook her head. "You say strange things, yūrei."

"What is that?"

"Spirit of the dead. Don't you know you're dead?" Sayuri shook her head. "I can ease you on, if you want. I know the rights. I just need my gohei. Or even a haragushi will work."

"I'm not dead, you are." Yoshiko sighed. "You haunted me. I fell asleep and am dreaming your memories. Why are you showing me this?"

Sayuri shook her head.

"Oh, stop talking to her and make love to me," pouted Mitsuko, grabbing Sayuri's dick. "Right now."

"Yes, Ōjo-sama," gasped Sayuri. "I am so sorry for ignoring you."

The princess pulled the ghost between her thighs, bringing the dick to her cum-filled pussy. Yoshiko's girl-cock throbbed as it bobbed in the warm water. Sayuri's ass clenched as she drove her shaft into Mitsuko's depths. Her back arched, her spine so supple.

"Oh, it's heavenly to be in you, Ōjo-sama," groaned Sayuri. "Your cauldron is so hot already."

"The yūrei stirred me to such a frothy delight." Mitsuko shuddered, her thighs wrapping about Sayuri's legs. "But you're my miko. My Sayuri-chan. I love you so much."

Yoshiko smiled at the display of love, savoring the sounds of the two girls kissing. But the sight of Sayuri's cute, pale-olive ass clenching as she pumped away at Mitsuko's cunt throbbed lust through the busty futanari's dick. Her blue eyes stared with lusty intensity.

I have to fuck that ass. After all, she took my anal cherry. Only fair.

Yoshiko moved to Sayuri, grasping her ass. The tip of the busty futanari's dick prodded Sayuri's butt-cheeks, dipping between them and finding a puckered sphincter. Delight rippled up Yoshiko's dick to her pussy. The shrine maiden's asshole felt like such a delight. She rubbed her cock's crown on it, savoring the wrinkled delight, smearing her precum along it.

Then she pushed.

The sphincter resisted. Sayuri gasped, throwing a look over her shoulder, slanted eyes wide. "Yūrei-chan! What are you doing?"

"Buggering you." Yoshiko smiled. "After all, you buggered me when I was fucking my friend, Lori. You rather enjoyed my ass. Don't you remember?"

Sayuri shook her head and then groaned again as Yoshiko pushed against the resisting asshole.

"What's she doing?" Mitsuko moaned, her face appearing over Sayuri's shoulder.

"She's putting her dick in my…my butt-hole, Ōjo-sama."

"Oh, that's wicked," gasped Mitsuko "My maids have whispered about anal."

Then she kissed Sayuri hard, holding her black hair. Yoshiko groaned, pressing on the resisting asshole. It spread, stretching, the tip of her dick working past it and into hot, tight bowels. A shudder ran through her body as she humped, working her cock in with short stabs, each one taking her deeper and deeper into the ghost's asshole.

It was so hot. Tight and velvety. This was a true cherry asshole, not like Lori's who had lost her anal cherry, and her real one, to her boyfriend Chris's cock. Yoshiko's eyes fluttered as she stabbed deeper and deeper into the shrine maiden's virgin bowels.

"Oh, you're so good, Sayuri-chan So tight and hot. Oh, yes. This is what you did to me. You have to remember. The bathroom where you took my virginity. You thought I was Mitsuko-hime as you fucked me. It was wonderful."

Sayuri's bowels clenched about Yoshiko's dick, her lips busy with Mitsuko's.

"First you licked my pussy. You ate me to orgasm, slowly appearing more and more solid to me. And then you rammed your dick into my pussy. You ripped through my cherry." Yoshiko shivered, her large tits bouncing, beads of water flicking from her hard, brown nipples. "You have to remember."

Her crotch slapped into Sayuri's ass with wet slaps, those cute buns jiggling. Yoshiko licked her lips as she slammed her cock harder and harder, the shrine maiden moving beneath her, fucking Mitsuko.

Yoshiko trembled, her cock in heave as she reamed Sayuri's asshole. The busty futanari licked her lips, loving the sight of Mitsuko's hands sliding up and down Sayuri's back in obvious passion as the two girls shared their love, kissing hot and heavily, moaning and sighing.

They have what Chris and Lori have. I fucked her this afternoon, but she doesn't love me.

Yoshiko picked up the strokes. She had to reach through to Sayuri. "You have to remember following me home and licking my pussy and dick. You tongued my asshole then fucked it as I fucked my friend Lori. She had hair like fire."

Sayuri's head snapped up. For a moment, the hot springs vanished. Instead, there was a Japanese shrine on fire, the flames bursting through the tiled roof, consuming the walls. In a shower of sparks, the roof collapsed.

"NO!" Sayuri screamed.

The burning shrine vanished, and they were back in the hot springs, Sayuri's bowels clenching hard on Yoshiko's dick.

"What was that?" Yoshiko gasped. She stopped her pumping, dick buried in Sayuri's bowels. "Sayuri-chan, what was that?"

"Nothing." She reached down, kissing Mitsuko, her hips pumping away. The shrine maiden's asshole slid up and down Yoshiko's dick.

The sudden pleasure shot up Yoshiko's shaft. It made her tremble and groan. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Such heat rippled out of her dick. It was magnificent. A wonderful delight that stabbed through her mind, almost erasing the question.

The ache in her hips propelled her to keep fucking Sayuri while hope throbbed through her. She had reached through the shrine maiden. She had touched another memory. She gripped Sayuri's hips, reaming her hard, slamming into her hot bowels.

"Oh, yes, Sayuri-chan," moaned Mitsuko "You're so wonderful. I am so glad I took your virginity. I love you."

"I love you, Mitsuko!" Sayuri's bowels clenched and writhed about Yoshiko's dick.

"Yes, yes fill me with your seed! My delicious futanari! I love you so much! You'll be my husband! I don't care about your rank!"

"Yes!"

Sayuri's head snapped back. Her pleasure screamed out of her voice. Her bowels ached and spasmed on Yoshiko's girl-dick. The busty futanari slammed harder and harder into the hot bowels, her tits heaving, slapping together. The water splashed about her hips.

The massaging bowels rippled delight up Yoshiko's dick. She snapped back her head. Her body trembled. Her pussy clenched. Her dick unloaded. Hot spurts of cum flooded the shrine maiden's ass.

"Oh, god!" panted Yoshiko. "Your ass is so hot, Sayuri-chan!"

Before her orgasm could stop. The world flickered. She was suddenly standing out of the hot spring, watching from the bushes, her dick spurting cum across the plants. She shuddered as her orgasm burned hot through her. Sayuri sat on the edge of the hot spring, and Mitsuko stood in the middle, her hands behind her back.

"Look what my maids procured for me," Mitsuko said with a husky purr, a wicked smile on her lips.

"What, Mitsuko-hime?" asked Sayuri.

"Why are you showing me this again?" Yoshiko demanded, rushing forward.

"It came all the way from the province of Hiko," Mitsuko said as she revealed the fibrous dildo from behind her back.

Yoshiko seized Sayuri's shoulders and turned her head. "What are you doing, Sayuri-chan?"

"Who are you?" Sayuri gasped. Her eyes widened. "You're a kami!"

Yoshiko groaned, her irritation flaring. "Is this your happiest memory? Are you afraid of the fire? Is that how you died?"

Horror flashed across Sayuri's face.Chris, who used to be a boy but was gender-swapped into a girl, shuddered as her orgasm rippled through her body. She sat impaled on her girlfriend's dick, the thick shaft so deep in her. Lori, a gorgeous redhead, didn't used to have a dick, just like Chris didn't used to be a busty, blonde hottie. But they were both changed today thanks to their encounters with ghosts.

Only Lori's ghost sounded a lot less mean than Chris's.

Lori's girl-cum spurted into Chris. It made her shudder and gasp. She shivered, her hips shaking as she ground on her girlfriend. An ache throbbed her clit. It ground into Lori's flesh, rubbing against her and adding a delight of pleasure to the gender-swapped blonde's delight.

They were in the backseat of Lori's mom's car, a blue Prius, parked at a remote lookout. It was a scenic view of San Fransisco, the Bay, and Oakland, but not a lot of people came up here in the middle of the week. It was here that Chris had taken Lori's virginity a few months ago, the two sixteen-year-olds heaving in the backseat of the Prius.

Just like now.

"Oh, my god, that was hot," Lori moaned, her green eyes flashing, her cheek rubbing on Chris's large, pillowy mounds streaked with cum. "Oh, I am so jealous of these tits, Chris."

"I'm jealous of that dick," Chris giggled, her clit throbbing so hard against Lori's stomach, trapped between them as they shifted. "It's so much bigger than mine had been."

Lori shuddered. "Yours had been…" She looked at Chris. "You almost sound like you like being a girl."

"Well…" Chris shuddered. She couldn't deny the orgasms were amazing. And there was something thrilling about a cock buried in her pussy she just couldn't explain. "I guess. But I want to go back to being a guy. I mean, how the fuck do I explain it?"

"Yeah. I have a cock now. I mean, I love it." Lori giggled. "Mmm, I do love it, but… I don't know. It's all so fucked up now. Yoshiko loves it. I think she doesn't want to give it up… But…"

"But?"

"Well, I want things to be great between us. If you go back to being a guy, would you want your girlfriend having a cock bigger than yours?"

Chris giggled. "Probably not. So you would…give it up?"

"Well, yeah. I like being a girl. I like making love to you when you're a guy. You were so strong, your muscles so hard. You were a sexy guy." Lori's hands squeezed Chris's ass. "Not to say you aren't sexy as a girl."

Chris sighed. "Well, I don't know how we're going back. Not with that psycho ghost after me."

"Well, Miyu can exorcise her. She's a shrine maiden."

Chris winced.

Lori frowned up at the gender-swapped blonde. "What?"

"Well… The ghost possessed Miyu. And then…" Chris swallowed. "I think Phil's dead. The ghost got to him and turned him into a girl. Then she was strangling him like she tried to do to me. Miyu saved my life the first time, but when she tried to fight the ghost again, she was possessed."

"The ghost killed Phil!" Lori's eyes widened. "Holy fucking shit! That can't be Sayuri-chan. She's so nice."

"No, this ghost was looking for Sayuri-chan. Like she was pissed at her or something. I think she turned me into a girl…so I would be her—Sayuri . She first…fucked my cock." Chris flushed. "Maybe that's why she first thought I was Sayuri."

"Because Sayuri is a futanari." Lori frowned. "Is your ghost Mitsuko? The princess Sayuri thought Yoshiko was? But why would she be angry at Sayuri?"

"I don't know," Chris groaned, her clit throbbing so hard against Lori's belly. "But I don't know what will happen if the ghost finds me. How can we stop her without a shrine maiden?"

Lori's eyes widened. "Sayuri is a shrine maiden. Her ghost. Maybe she can help us!"

"Yes," Chris said and kissed her girlfriend hard on the lips, their breasts mashing together, her clit throbbing even harder on Lori's belly.

Lori frowned, breaking the kiss. "Chris…what is that pressing on my stomach?"

"Hmm? My clit."

"Clits aren't that big."

Chris's eyes widened. She glanced down. There was a cock thrusting out of her blonde curls, throbbing on Lori's stomach. "I have a dick again."

"And it's huge," Lori groaned, voice thick with lust. "Oh, you got a big futanari-cock, Chris. I guess I change girls, too. Not just Yoshiko's dick."

Her hand stroked it and Chris groaned, pussy clenching on Lori's girl-dick. I have a pussy and a cock. Holy shit, this is amazing.The world flickered about Yoshiko as she shook Sayuri. The ghost vanished. The burning shrine returned. Dangling charms hanging from the porch's rafters blazed as they danced in the air racing towards the inferno. Great smoke rose into the night, crossing the face of a half-full moon hanging above it.

"Otōsan!" shouted Sayuri. She ran down the path to the shrine, dressed like a miko in red hakama and a white haori. Something tented her crotch.

You're a futanari when this happened? How did you become one?

"Otōsan!" she shouted again, falling to the ground. There was a still form in the dark, head twisted around to face the wrong way. "No, no. How much time passed? Hangetsu, what did you do?"

The world flickered.

Yoshiko shuddered, shaking her head. Sayuri, tears streaming down her face, gripped a wand in one hand. Yoshiko didn't know what it was called, but she had seen it in Anime. It was a rod of wood with two chains of zigzagging diamonds dangling from it. Sayuri was still dressed as a shrine maiden as she marched through a stone structure. Men and women in fine kimonos, fear on their face, watched her as she marched towards a rice paper door.

"Pussy," a male voice groaned through the door. "Bring me more pussy."

Mitsuko appeared, falling to her knees before Sayuri. The princess's face was painted white like a geisha, lips bright red while her black hair was gathered in an intricate bun and held in place by an alabaster comb. "You have to save my father, Sayuri-chan."

The deep voice laughed. Shadows moved beyond the door. They looked like undulating tentacles. A woman moaned out in throaty passion.

The world flickered.

Yoshiko gasped. She was in a dark forest. The trees looked evil as they rose around her. Their branches seemed to reach for her like thousands of long, skinny fingers. The forest floor was dead. There were no animals sounds. Ghostly moonlight drifted through the canopy, making shadows even deeper.

Red and white flashed. Sayuri ran sobbing through the woods.

"Mitsuko-hime," Sayuri screamed as she raced through the woods. "Please, Mitsuko-hime, don't do this. I'm sorry."

Yoshiko swallowed, following. The shouting Sayuri led Yoshiko to a tree that looked so familiar. A Japanese red pine loomed over Sayuri. From the branches, a body dangled naked from the tree, her face painted white just like she had been at the castle begging for Sayuri's help.

"Oh, Sayuri-chan," Yoshiko whispered as the shrine maiden fell to her knees before the hung corpse of her princess.

"No," Sayuri keened. "No, Ōjo-sama!"

The world flickered.

The hot spring reappeared. Sayuri sat at the edge, Mitsuko was in the center, hands behind her back, a naughty smile on her lips. Yoshiko fell to her knees beside Sayuri, understanding. "This is your happiest memory. The day you and your lover took each other's virginities."

The ghost didn't answer. She just repeated the same words as last time.

"I can help you," whispered Yoshiko. "Maybe… That's what you need from me. That tree where she hung from. It looked so much like the one at our school." Last night, lightning had struck it. It must have freed Sayuri. "Maybe… Maybe she's free, too? Maybe I can help you? But I need you to cooperate, Sayuri-chan."

The shrine maiden looked at Yoshiko. Tears beaded in Sayuri's eyes.

Yoshiko woke up with a gasp.

To be continued…

Haunted by the Futa Ghost Chapter Eight: Ghostly Futa Sixty-Nine

Haunted by the Futa Ghost

Chapter Eight: Ghostly Futa Sixty-Nine

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen female/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodites/Teen female, Ghost, Virgin Sex Toy, Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Oral Sex

I rubbed the polish carefully into the statue of Kanshu-no-Kami, the mighty kami wrestling the dread yokai Yokubō-no-Tako and keeping him imprisoned. I shuddered as I reached one of the octopus-like tentacles wrapped about Kanshu's leg. The artist who had sculpted the statute caught the features perfectly.

But so long as I danced the Kagura on every equinox, Kanshu would keep the yokai trapped, protecting our province.

Behind me, the slap of my father's feet echoed through the shrine. He emerged, wearing a simple yukata of gray against the summer heat. The cry of cicadas bled through the walls. I wore a light yukata, too, though mine was a pale brown, my legs bare beneath it, my hair tied back to keep it out of my face as I cleaned.

"Otōsan," I said, my stomach writhing. I felt so different now. I was no longer a virgin. In the onsen my Ōjo-sama had deflowered me with her kokeshi. And then I had taken her maidenhead, pretending the bundle of itadori fibers was my cock. It as the happiest moment of my life. "May I ask a question?"

"Yes, Sayuri-chan?"

"Are there any kami who exhibit both masculine and feminine qualities?" I tensed, keeping my hands polishing the statue.

"A curious question. Why?"

"Oh, just something Mitsuko-hime brought up while we bathed yesterday at the onsen yesterday."

My father grunted. "You spend too much time with the Daimyo's daughter. She is above us. If you displease her, her father may take retribution on us."

I hesitated. "But if I don't wash her back, won't that just displease her more?"

He grunted again. Then he answered my question instead of talking about Mitsuko-hime. "Yes, there is a futanari kami. Hangetsu."

"The changing moon?" I blinked.

"Supposedly, the kami can appear when the moon is half-full, when he changes from male to female or vice versa. They say the kami is female when the moon is full and male when it is new. But at the full moon, the kami is both."

"I see. And… how do you summon the kami?"

He gave me a hard look. "Keep cleaning, Sayuri-chan. If the sanctum isn't spotless, I will take the willow branch to you."

"Yes, Otōsan," I squeaked even as hope beat in beneath my breast. There was a futanari kami. How could I learn how to summon him or her?500 years later…

Yoshiko groaned as she woke from her dream of Sayuri's life. She had experienced the ghost's happiest memory, the day Mitsuko had taken Sayuri's virginity with a strange dildo made of bundled plant fibers. Yoshiko had been inside Sayuri, feeling the toy slide in and out of her pussy, the beaded cord holding the bundle tight rubbing on her sheath.

It had been quite pleasant.

"I bet you did love that day," Yoshiko whispered. "But what happened after it? Why did the shrine burn? Who killed your father? Why did Mitsuko kill herself in that scary forest?"

The memories Sayuri had shown Yoshiko were a blur. They had spilled one after the other, almost assaulting her. Mitsuko didn't look much different from the day she took Sayuri's virginity to the night the princess killed herself. And the tree… It looked so much like the tree before her school, the same species of Japanese Pine.

It couldn't be the same tree. That one had to be dead, right? When Sayuri lived had to be hundreds of years ago.

"But trees can live long." Yoshiko lived in Redwood, a small community in the foothills around San Fransisco Bay. It was named after the Sequoia trees that grew in the area. The Great Sequoias, the famed huge redwoods, could live for thousands of years. So why not a Japanese Pine Tree? "But I thought that was a cutting sent from Japan."

Redwood's sister city in Japan, somewhere on the slopes of Mount Fuji, had given the cutting to Redwood Academy back in the late forties not long after World War II ended, a peace offering. It has to be a cutting from that very tree that Mitsuko hung herself. Were you both freed as ghosts last night? Did you join her in death, Sayuri? Is that how your life ended, dangling beside the girl you loved? It's so so sad. You did it. You became a futanari, but it was too late.

Tears beaded Yoshiko's round, blue eyes. She was half-Japanese, looking petite and Asian save for her large breasts—the biggest at her school—and her Caucasian eyes. She pursed her lips, wiping her eyes and then sat up, the sheets falling off her pillowy tits and spilling about her lap.

She was sleeping in Lori's room, but her friend was gone. "Lori?" Yoshiko frowned. Must be in the bathroom.

Yoshiko fell back on the bed, head on pillows. Her mission to make contact with Sayuri had failed. She just couldn't get through to the ghost that she was the one dead. She was trapped in the memories of that happy day.

"Probably why she keeps thinking I'm Mitsuko and made me into a futanari. It's what they both wanted."

Yoshiko closed her eyes. She was so tired from the dream and trying to break through Sayuri's denial. Her breasts rose and fell as she struggled to remember any details about the dream. Where was the strange castle Sayuri had walked through? And why did all the courtiers look at the shrine maiden for help, including Mitsuko-hime?

Why did I see shadows of tentacles through the rice paper door? And it sounded like a girl was squealing like she was being fucked.

An itch shivered through her pussy. Yoshiko groaned, her thoughts going back to the hot spring memory. She had interfered, joining in the fun and haunting Mitsuko as a ghost, popping her cherry with her girl-dick.

Yoshiko's clit throbbed in memory of the sweet embrace of hot, tight pussy. The fluttering of delight across her snatch swelled. She squirmed, her legs parting a bit while her clit ached, threatening to grow into a girl cock. The fluttering grew. She blinked.

It felt like someone licked her pussy.

"Sayuri-chan," groaned Yoshiko out loud, yanking back the covers. She couldn't see the ghost, but she could feel the tongue licking through her folds, sliding up to her clit. Lips latched about her nub, sucking hard. "No. If you're not going to be helpful, just go away."

Lori didn't want to be a futanari. She had a boyfriend. Chris was Yoshiko's best friend, and though she loved Lori, she didn't want to break them up. Even if she had so much fun fucking her best friend with her girl-dick.

"I have to figure this out, Sayuri-chan," protested Yoshiko.

But that sucking mouth and fingers stroking at her wet pussy lips was too much. Her clit blossomed. Yoshiko's back arched as her dick swelled into the futa-ghost's hungry mouth. Her eyes fluttered, breasts rising and falling as she moaned.

It was so hot and warm in the futa-ghost's mouth. The spirit sucked hard, her tongue swiping about the swelling crown of Yoshiko's dick. Moans escaped her lips as her hips undulated, rising up, pushing the cock deeper into the ghost's mouth, loving the licking, swirling tongue teasing her.

"Oh, you are such a horny ghost," panted Yoshiko.

The ghost's hand grasped her dick, stroking the shaft while the lips and tongue loved the crown. Yoshiko shuddered again, staring at her dick swaying in the air before her, manipulated by a spirit she couldn't see. Her precum flowed, swiped up by the ghost's hungry tongue.

And, faintly, the ghost's outline appeared, like the rough sketch an artist might make in light pencil, shaping the drawing before they went in for more detail. The hint of fingers, cheeks hollowing, silky strands of hair.

The lips popped off. The hint of a tongue, a faint outline catching the highlights, licked across Yoshiko's dick.

…Yoshiko-chan…

"What?" Yoshiko blurted out, hearing her name whispered. Before, Sayuri had only moaned "Mitsuko-hime" or "Ōjo-sama."

The ghost moved. Her body slipped over Yoshiko's. Pale suggestion of legs straddling her head. A thick cock dangling down at her lips, the crown coming into more and more detail, throbbing hard, thrusting from a long shaft. The hint of curly pubic hairs hiding a tight slit.

"You want me to suck your cock?" Yoshiko asked. "It's like our first time. You drank my pussy juices to become solid. Now you're drinking my precum. Do I need to drink yours? Will that do something? Did I get through to you?"

The ghostly girl-cock nudged Yoshiko's lips. She could feel it wanting to bury into her mouth. So she opened her mouth, swallowing the futa-ghost's dick. Her tongue swiped across the slit. She furrowed her brow, almost tasting something salty.

It was like remembering what precum tasted like.

The futa-ghost sucked harder on Yoshiko's dick, sending flutters through her body. Her pussy clenched and she moaned about the ghost's shaft. Her tongue explored it, feeling the crown, brushing the slit and remembering the taste of precum even stronger. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, giving the ghost as much pleasure as she received.

It's fun sucking a cock while having mine get sucked.

Her hands tried to grasp the ghost body but fazed through her flesh. Her body tingled when they passed through where Sayuri's body occupied. Yoshiko couldn't touch anything but the futa-ghost's dick. Yet. But with every suck, the thighs around her head, the pussy hidden by curls, the dick in her mouth became more and more solid. Color entered Sayuri's flesh, that same dusky, pale-olive skin tone Yoshiko possessed.

Mmm, yes, you're becoming more and more real. And then what happens? Are you going to give me some answers?

Or are we both just going to enjoy ourselves and cum so hard?

Yoshiko wouldn't mind that. Her pussy clenched every time Sayuri's sucked. The ghost's tongue grew warmer, wetter with every second. It made her squirm and shudder, the pleasure increasing. The flavor of Sayuri's precum stopped being a memory and became an actual liquid that coated Yoshiko's tongue.

Her hands brushed actual flesh. The ghost became more and more real. Solid. Skin like silk. Yoshiko stroked up and down her ghostly futa-lover's back, sliding down to a pair of delicious buns, squeezing them, fingers kneading in.

I remember how much you loved playing with my asshole. Let's see if you like it as much as I do. Did Mitsuko finger your asshole?

I bet she did. She was a naughty princess.

Yoshiko dipped her finger into the ghost's asshole, searching, teasing, wanting to make Sayuri squirm and shudder. Yoshiko felt so naughty, her hips wiggling and shaking. Her entire body buzzed with the thrill of the pleasure racing down her cock. She sucked harder on Sayuri's dick, playing with her asshole, circling, teasing.

Shoving her finger into her bowels.

The ghost bucked. Her hot, tight asshole gripped Yoshiko's finger. The futa-ghost sucked so hard on her dick. It ached, the cum almost exploding out of…wherever it came from. My ovaries? She pushed her finger deeper and deeper, probing the ghost's asshole, loving the feel of her squirming and undulating.

It made her feel so wicked. So naughty. She pumped her finger faster and faster, reaming the ghost's asshole and sucking on girl-dick.

Moans came from the ghost, muffled by Yoshiko's cock. The sounds hummed around her sensitive crown, bringing soft groans from her own lips. She savored it, hips bucking, sliding her cock in and out of Sayuri's lips while fingering the ghost's asshole faster and faster.

Yes, yes, we're both going to cum so hard. Let's flood each other's mouths.

Yoshiko shuddered and undulated. She humped against her ghostly futa-lover, fingers clenching into Sayuri's ass and probing deep into her bowels. Yoshiko slipped a second finger into the ghost's asshole, loving the velvety texture, her own asshole and pussy clenching.

Ghostly fingers stroked her pussy. They pressed into her depths. The futanari squirmed on her friend's bed. They pumped in and out fast, probing deep and wiggling, teasing, driving her snatch wild. The pressure built and built.

Oh, Sayuri-chan, you are so naughty. I'm going to cum so hard.

Both futanari were moaning. Sayuri's body fully solid. Her small breasts pressed into Yoshiko's stomach while her far larger tits rubbed against the ghost's belly. Both squirmed, savoring their sixty-nine, fingering each other's holes.

I'm going to cum, Sayuri-chan. I'm going to flood your mouth. Flood mine. I love girl-cum. It's so wonderful.

The lesbian futanari's entire body convulsed. Her orgasm exploded through her. Jizz spurted into the ghost mouth while her pussy spasmed about Sayuri's probing fingers. Yoshiko howled about the dick in her mouth, muffling her passion.

Hot bowels clenched on her fingers. Cum erupted into her mouth.

Yoshiko and the futa-ghost writhed as they shared their orgasm. Pleasure boiled through Yoshiko's mind. She gasped and heaved on the bed. She bucked, her dick buried in a warm, wet, sucking mouth, the fingers probing her cunt keeping her pleasure roaring through her. She gulped down the salty jizz spilling into her mouth, swallowing it.

Absorbing it.

And then Sayuri vanished. Yoshiko's fingers buried in tight ass suddenly just hovered over her. No dick filled her mouth. No lips wrapped about her cock or fingers buried in her cunt. Yoshiko gasped, shuddering, blinking her eyes.

"What was that about, Sayuri-chan?"

Gentle hands stroked her body. …Learning, Yoshiko. Sharing…

Yoshiko's eyes widened. She could hear Sayuri-chan speak in Japanese but understood the words. "I can speak Japanese now?"

…No, you can merely understand my words. We shared our…essences…

…You were delicious…

"So you can't speak English?"

…English? What strange tongue is that? Is it one of the tongues spoken in China? Or from a land beyond them?…

…Did they take over Japan?…

Yoshiko groaned. "We're not in Japan. We're on the far side of the world in the Americas. What year was it that you died?"

…The Thirtieth Year of the Eisho Era…

"Well, what's that in a proper calendar?" groaned Yoshiko.Lust shot through Lori. Her cock throbbed in the depths of her gender-swapped girlfriend's cunt. She stared with hungry lust at the clit-cock Chris just grew. Her girlfriend had started out the day as a boy, became a girl, and now was a futanari, transformed by Lori's own girl-dick.

"This is fucking hot," Lori gasped. "My girlfriend is so hung."

"Yeah," Chris groaned, her beautiful, tanned face framed by blonde hair, her big tits pressed into Lori's smaller, rounder tits.

The redhead groaned as she grabbed her girlfriend's dick. She stroked up and down Chris's cock, loving the feel of the girth, precum spilling across Lori's belly. Ravenous lust shot through her to be fucked by this big dick. All the questions about the ghost who had transformed Chris into a girl, and who had then possessed Miyu and was trying to kill her, shot out of her head by the surge of lust.

Futanari had insane sex drives.

"I have to test this cock out," grinned Lori. "The first pussy your new dick ever tastes."

"Oh, fuck yeah," Chris grinned. Though her voice was higher pitch, the inflection and tone was exactly the way she would have made them as a guy.

Only now she had big tits and a big cock. Becoming a futanari had really helped Lori to appreciate women, especially big tits. We have to get Yoshiko in the mix. Chris and I could fuck her together. Lori knew her girlfriend had always wanted to fuck their lesbian friend.

"Ooh, we're going to have fun with Yoshiko. After we have our fun."

"Oh, yes," Chris groaned, her pussy clenching on Lori's dick. "How do you want it?"

"I want this dick from behind," Lori said, her head snapping to the right. They were parked on a small overlook with a magnificent view of the Bay Area. She wanted to scream out her passion while her big-dicked, gender-swapped girlfriend fucked her from behind. Her pussy was so hot and wet to be filled. "Where everyone can see us."

"Oh, damn, that's so hot," groaned Chris. "Lori, you are so wild."

"That's why you fell in love with a redhead," she laughed. "You wanted one wild slut. And you got her."

Chris laughed and slid her pussy off Lori's dick. The friction made the redheaded futanari shudder. Her head leaned back, squirming on the backseat of her mother's Prius. Chris's pussy leaked jizz, her blonde curls matted with cum.

Yummy.

The Prius's engine suddenly growled to life. Lori gave a gasp, blinking. She had left the car on, and the gas engine had to start up to top off the batteries for the electric motor. She debated reaching through the front seats to hit the ignition button, turning off the car.

But then she saw her girlfriend's naked, bubbly ass walking towards the wooden railing. That ass could not be ignored.

Lori was out of the car in a flash, her dick bobbing before her. She crossed the gravel naked, feeling so free, the warm, California sun shining on them. They would give quite the shock to any sightseers.

But it was a weekday, before five, and not in tourist season. They probably would have it all to their selves.

Lori's shoes, the only thing she didn't take off, crunched on the gravel as she raced past Chris, smacking her ass in the process. The blonde laughed, tits and cock both jiggling before her as Lori tore off towards the railing.

"You little imp," Chris groaned "I'm going to fuck you so hard."

"Oh, yes," moaned Lori. She reached the railing, pressing her belly against the rough wood as she bent over it. Her dick thrust through the gap between planks as she gazed down at the bay. "Come fuck your naughty slut. She needs that big dick."

"You are just as horny as a futanari in a doujinshi," laughed Chris.

"No, I am far hornier." Lori shuddered, staring down at the Golden Gate bridge and the beauty of the Bay. Alcatraz was a little smudge. She glanced from Oakland to the far more impressive city of San Fransisco, the famous Transamerica Pyramid—which looked more like a big dick with a spiky top than any pyramid to Lori—thrusting up from the center.

Imaging fucking that cock.

She even spotted the far smaller Coit Tower. She pictured the city in her head from her many trips there with Chris and Yoshiko, often in her mother's Prius, trying to match up her memories to the vista lined up before her. She wished all those people bustling down there could lift their gazes, look up on this distant hill, and see her naked body.

"I am about to be fucked by my big-dicked girlfriend!" Lori screamed at the top of her lungs.

A flock of crows answered, bursting from a nearby tree and cawing in alarm as they flew off to find another place to roost.

Lori giggled, wiggling her hips. "Come on, Chris, fuck me!"

Slim hands gripped her waist. They felt so different than she remembered. Not the strong hands of her boyfriend, but the feminine delight of her girlfriend. And then that hard, thick cock rubbed at her pussy, sliding up and down her slit. So much bigger than it ever had been.

I really could get used to this. Maybe we could just be futas…

"Chris!" Lori screamed out as her gender-swapped, futanari girlfriend rammed a huge dick into her tight cunt.

Friction burned down her sheath as the dick slammed all the way into her depths. Her own girl-cock throbbed before her, twitching from the force of the thrusts and aching from the pleasure. Chris's dick felt so good in Lori's depths, churning the redheaded futanari's pussy as she gazed out at the entire world.

She felt so drunk all of a sudden, buzzing from the height as she leaned over the lookout and savored the thrill of her girlfriend's huge dick filling her cunt. It was magnificent. Her pussy clenched down on the girth, savoring it, wanting to maximize every wonderful iota of friction as Chris drew back, the cock withdrawing.

Preparing for another plunge.

"Damn, my slutty girlfriend is hung," Lori groaned, her red hair waving about her face as a breeze rose. Tree branches swayed, whispering as pine-covered limbs rubbed together. "So fucking hung! You hear that San Fransisco! None of your girlfriends have dicks as big as mine!"

Chris laughed and slammed her dick deep into Lori's depths. "You love it, slut. You love being filled by big dicks."

Lori shuddered, loving being called Chris's slut. She was her slut. It made Lori feel so free, to be wild with her girlfriend. Her hips moved, stirring Chris's plunging dick as the blonde fucked Lori hard. Tits slapped together, adding a beat to the staccato smack of Chris's groin on Lori's ass. Each thrust pressed the redhead's stomach into the rough wood of the fence.

Her moans exploded out of her. Her smaller breasts bounced before her as she wiggled and groaned. She leaned father out, a sea of trees spread before her, merging into a green blur as they descended towards the bay and the city. Her head spun. She almost felt like she was flying.

Fucking and flying.

"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, savoring Chris's dick plunging over and over into her depths. "Oh, you know how to work that cock. Stir me up, make me cum!"

"I'll make you cum so hard, Lori." Chris's fingers tightened on Lori's hips. "I'll ram my cock so deep in you. I'll churn you into a froth!"

"Promise?" gasped Lori, blue eyes wide with pleasure.

"Always! I'll always fuck your pussy to a froth. I'll give you all the pleasure you want!"

"And let me fuck you back?"

"Yes!"

Chris rammed her girl-cock into Lori's depths hard, their flesh slapping loud, echoing. In the background, a cell phone chirped, but Lori didn't care. She hardly even noticed it. Only a passing thought flitted through her lust-addled brain wondering who had texted her.

And then her girlfriend's huge dick rammed into her pussy again, friction bleeding pleasure through her body. And she didn't care about the text. They could go fuck themselves right now. She was being plowed by her hung girlfriend.

She clamped her pussy down on Chris's girth, creating as much friction as possible, wanting to drink it all in. She wanted that dick reaming her, ramming into her, making her explode with primal passion. She wanted to burst with ecstasy.

"Yes, yes, yes," gasped Lori. "Fuck me! I love it! Love you."

"Good!" Chris groaned. Her right hand moved and smacked Lori's ass. "You have such a cute rear. Love watching it bounce as I fuck you."

"Oh, it's nice," agreed Lori, bucking back. "So nice. Oh, yes, oh, you are making me tremble. I'm going to explode so hard on your dick."

"Excellent," groaned Chris.

The pleasure raced to the tip of Lori's dick bobbing before her. Precum dripped off the edge of the overlook, falling on the tops of trees below. Her crown throbbed. That wonderful ache of building pressure made Lori tremble.

She loved it. She loved having a cock. There was something so wild about it. There was rapture cumming with both a dick and a pussy. Two different delights, one powerful and fast, the other consuming and slow, spreading out the pleasure that her dick delivered in a few short heartbeats of spurting jizz.

"I'm going to cum," Lori moaned, her body buzzing with the heady rush, her head dancing as she stared at the ground below her.

"Already?" Chris asked with pride. "Damn, my girl-cock is the best. Or you just pop-off as easily as a twelve-year-old boy."

"Your cock is the best!"

"Good!"

The friction of his dick sawing in and out of her washed through her body. Lori drank it in, feeding the pressure at the tip of her dick. Her pussy clenched and relaxed, squeezing down hard to increase the friction before just enjoying the slide of hot cock into her tight cunt.

Her back arched, thrusting her breasts out to the world. The pressure swelled in her core, pressing down her urethra to the tip of her dick. It begged to escape.

And Chris's dick gave her that release.

"Chris!" she screamed as her cum erupted.

White girl-jizz soared into the air before her then rained down on the sequoias growing along the slope below. Spurt after spurt sprayed the evergreen trees while her pussy spasmed on her girlfriend's thrusting cock. Rapture, born in her pussy, swept through her body while ecstasy shot from her dick. The duel delights met in her mind.

And birthed passion.

"Yes, yes, yes! My girlfriend made me cum!" she screamed, hardly noticing Chris's hands spreading apart her butt-cheeks. "So good! All you sluts out there wish your boyfriend's dicks were as big as my girlfriend's!"

"Lori!" groaned Chris. "Damn, I fucking love you."

"Good," she gasped as her girlfriend's dick slid out of her cumming cunt.

Lori's dick fired the final blast of jizz to shower on the trees below, her blue eyes widening. Chris's cock, the tip soaked in pussy cream, slid up Lori's taint and between her butt-cheeks, finding her sphincter. The wide head pressed on it.

"You horny slut!" Lori moaned, still trembling in bliss."Where is Lori?" Yoshiko sighed, setting down her phone. Her friend hadn't answered her text and she was beginning to believe that Lori had left.

…Rori?…

"Lori. Softer on the r." Yoshiko shook her head. "My mom has trouble with L's, too. Anyway, she's my friend, and when I fucked her with my girl-cock, she became a futanari, too."

…Is that my fault?…

"Well, you were trying to make me into Mitsuko with a dick." Yoshiko shivered as the ghostly hand stroked her cock. "And I guess that worked. And then it's just passing on. At least to Lori. Don't you know how this works? You're the ghost."

…I've never been a yūrei before…

"So, what is the last thing you remember?"

Sayuri hesitated. …The onsen. When Mitsuko used the… To take my… To make me…

"Yes, when she popped your cherry with the dildo made of bundled plant fibers" Yoshiko shook her head. "That can't be the last thing you remember. Don't you remember the fire or the woods—"

…NO!…

Yoshiko winced. The shout made her brain feel punched. I guess I'm not hearing her with my ears.

"Sorry," Yoshiko said.

…You said you thought Mitsuko-hime might also be a yūrei?…

"Well, yeah, I think the tree at my school looks a lot like the one I saw in your memory. Could your souls have been trapped in the tree."

…It is possible…

"Then let's go to my school and see if we can find Mitsuko-hime. I don't know where Lori is, but we can do this together." I'm going to kill Lori. I can't believe she just left me. The urge to strangle her friend shot through Yoshiko for a moment. "Let me get dressed. And stop playing with my dick. I need it to shrink."

…But it's so much fun, Yoshiko-chan…

Yoshiko quickly dressed. While her clothing wasn't identical to a Japanese schoolgirl uniform—since it wasn't—but it was close, like the spiritual sister to one. She enjoyed the look of crisp, white blouses tucked into pleated skirts with knee-high socks. Yoshiko would be the first to admit she had a fetish for cute, Japanese schoolgirls.

And anyone who checked her browser history would discover the same. Especially Hentai pictures of schoolgirl lesbians. Yuri hentai was her favorite thing in the world. So feminine, so loving, so romantic, and so sexy all at the same time.

No, no, don't think about that now. Need to keep calm.

So long as she wasn't horny her clit stayed a clit.

She managed to keep her mind out of the gutter, chatting with Sayuri and answering her questions. The ghost flitted around the room, nudging objects. Pencils, Lori's laptop, discarded clothing, stuffed animals, and an alarm clock all were lifted into the air.

…And what is this?…

…And this material, it is so strange. What is it?…

Yoshiko answered those questions. Dressed in her blouse and gray skirt, socks pulled up her thighs, her plain, cotton panties—just the type a schoolgirl would wear—seated over her crotch. She grabbed her bookbag and slipped out of the room, her heart thudding.

"You can't let anyone else know you're around, okay?"

…I will not bring shame to you, Yoshiko-chan…

Yoshiko blinked then nodded her head.

She headed downstairs while wearing her shoes indoors—which felt so alien to Yoshiko since she grew up with a Japanese mother that absolutely forbade wearing shoes in the house. She reached the first floor. She could hear Lori's mom in the kitchen. She paused at the door. The older woman, her hair darker than Lori's, cooked with a glass of white wine in hand.

"Hello, Mrs. Watson," Yoshiko said politely, hands folded before her.

"Oh, dear, you're up. Are you feeling okay? Lori said you fell asleep."

"I am feeling much better, thank you." Yoshiko gave her a smile and swallowed as she noticed a lock of Mrs. Watson dark-auburn hair lifting off her shoulder.

Sayuri, what are you doing?

"Lori said she had to take care of something super important" Mrs. Watson shook her head. "She ran out of here, taking my car, without letting me ask her where she was going."

"Oh," Yoshiko said. "Well, I have to be going."

"Oh, yes, dear. And if you see my daughter, tell her we're having a talk when she gets home."

"I will. Bye."

Yoshiko gave a slight nod of her head—a gesture she picked up from her mother—and then darted to the door, hoping Sayuri's ghost followed and wasn't still playing with Mrs. Watson's hair. It was warm as Yoshiko stepped outside, the California sun burning bright in the blue sky. Yoshiko hurried down the walkway to the sidewalk.

…Her hair was such a strange color. And her eyes were round like yours. Her skin was such an unusual shade…

"She's European, like my father," Yoshiko said.

…What is that metal contraption? Is it a carriage?…

"Close. It's a car. A…machine driven carriage. Doesn't need horses or anything."

One drove by and Sayuri gave a little gasp of awe. As Lori hurried through the small community of Redwood, walking back to her school and sending more texts to Lori, she was peppered with the ghost's questions. Everywhere Sayuri looked, there was something new for her to goggle at from flashing lights of signs for business to telephone poles, glass windows, cell phones. The poor ghost was almost overwhelmed by all the changes to the modern world.

"You should see Japan. Tokyo is this huge city now with buildings that tower hundreds of feet into the sky."

…Tokyo? I have never heard of that city…

"Oh, really. It's like the most important city in Japan. It's by Mount Fuji, I think."

…I grew up in the shadow of that mountain. I have never heard of a city called Tokyo…

"Well, five hundred years have passed," Yoshiko answered. She had googled the date Sayuri gave, the Thirteenth Year of the Eisho Era, and learned that would be 1516. Now curious about Tokyo, she stopped sending texts and tweets to Lori and instead read about Tokyo on Wikipedia. "It used to be called Edo," Yoshiko explained. "Back when you lived."

…You can look up knowledge on that device?…

Yoshiko nodded. "I guess in your time, Edo was a little fishing village. But when the this guy called Tokugawa became the Shogun about a hundred years after you died, Edo was where his castle was, so it became important. Than about a hundred-and-fifty-years ago, Emperor Meiji moved his capital from Kyoto to Edo and it was renamed Tokyo. Now it's the biggest city in Japan."

…The Emperor moved from Kyoto?… gasped Sayuri.

"Yeah, I guess a lot has changed," Yoshiko said. She looked up. Across the bustling street was the gates to the Redwood Academy. "There's my school."

Miyu, the Japanese exchange student, walked out of the gates, her back rigid. She turned left, walking away from Yoshiko. Heat flushed through the half-Japanese girl, remembering the video she watched on Lori's phone of Miyu fucking a blonde in their school this afternoon. Apparently, Miyu was also a futanari.

"Miyu!" Yoshiko called, waving her arms. She wanted to dart across the road, but traffic was so heavy. She hit the crosswalk button. "Miyu! We should talk! I'm a futanari, too!"

But Miyu didn't hear Yoshiko's shouts. She moved with a brisk, determined pace, other pedestrians on the sidewalk melting out of her path. Her gray skirts swirled about her thighs. Yoshiko sighed as the exchange student rounded the corner.

"We'll never catch up to her," Yoshiko sighed, hitting the crosswalk button again. "Stupid light."

…Who was she?…

"A futanari. Did you haunt her before haunting me?"

…I don't know. Until I sucked your cock, everything about your world was so vague. You grounded me…

The light changed and Yoshiko shrugged. They hurried across and entered the gates of Redwood Academy. It was a private school, built over a hundred years ago. The grounds were pristine, well maintained, the buildings all made of old, red bricks. Near the main building was the lightning-struck Japanese Pine Tree, the main trunk split in half. The tree looked so dead, the once vibrant-green needles looking a dull brown, drying out, the reddish bark graying.

A ghostly hand seized Yoshiko's, squeezing tight. A whimper whispered through Yoshiko's mind.

It does look like the tree Mitsuko hung from, thought Yoshiko. She gave Sayuri's hand a comforting squeeze. "I'm here with you. Okay. Let's go explore the school. We don't have to stare at the tree for long."

…Thank you, Yoshiko-chan…

Gripping the ghost's hand, the pair walked up to the school. Yoshiko pushed open the doors, the halls sounding so quiet. She took only a few steps into the school when she heard footsteps running behind her.

Yoshiko turned and groaned. The last person in the world she wanted to see was running at them—Kat Rollins.

Yoshiko's bully burst into the school, a big grin on her face. She was a tall girl, dressed in a punkish look, a spike collar about her neck, her tits half-exposed by the mesh top she wore with the smallest bra possible beneath, a hot red color to attract the eyes. A sneer appeared on Kat's lips.

"So the dyke's here, too," mocked Kat. "And I bet I know why."

Yoshiko flushed as she faced her bully.Chris groaned as she shoved her new girl-cock forward. Lori's ass felt even tighter than she remembered, just like Lori's pussy had. It was so different having a huge clit-dick. It thrust from Chris's body lower than her boy-cock had and the girth and length really let her dive deep into Lori's pussy.

And Chris was hoping to have the same experience fucking Lori's asshole.

The pleasure engulfed Chris's cock as the pussy cream lubed the way. He pressed forward, diving deeper and deeper into her girlfriend's asshole. Hot bowels embraced her dick. Lori's grunting groans echoed over the wind and rustling trees. Chris pressed forward deeper and deeper, bottoming out in her girlfriend's bowels.

"I'm so deep in you, baby," Chris moaned, her large tits heaving. She shook her head, blonde hair whipped by the wind. "So deep."

"And you just love my ass, don't you?"

"It's so tight now that my dick is huge." Chris drew back her cock, shuddering at the hot friction caressing the crown. Her pussy clenched—which was such a new experience. Instead of aching balls she had an itching cunt, juices dripping down her thighs. "I can't wait to cum in you."

"You'll love it. Cumming with a cock and pussy is the best! The pleasure just ripples through your body. It leaves you gasping, shuddering, and groaning. It slams into your mind. Fuck my ass, Chris!" Lori squeezed her bowels. "I want to give my girlfriend all the pleasure I can."

"Damn, you are so sexy," Chris moaned, leaning over her girlfriend, staring out at the vista.

Fear mixed with her lust. If the railing broke, they would fall. But it was also so exhilarating, a spice to the pleasure reaming her bowels created. Her breasts brushed Lori's supple back, nipples trailing across silky skin, shooting delight down to Chris's cock and pussy.

Her hand slid around Lori's waist, finding her hard cock. Chris seized it, the redhead squealing in delight, her bowels clenching so hard. Chris loved that. She stroked her girlfriend's dick, sliding up and down in slow strokes as she plowed into tight ass.

"Oh, god, this is different. Stroking your dick while I fuck you."

"Uh-huh," Lori moaned. "Oh, that's great. Jerk me off. I want to cum on the trees again."

"Yes," groaned Chris, her strokes growing faster and faster. She couldn't stop herself—her dick was wrapped-up in ecstasy.

Every stroke through Lori's bowels sent flutters of pleasure out of Chris's clenching pussy. The ripples tingled her fat nipples and made her toes curl in her socks, the only thing she wore. The dick throbbed in her hand, precum smearing on her palm, lubing the way to stroke Lori faster and faster, to give the redhead more pleasure.

And Chris loved giving her redhead pleasure.

She stared at Lori's hair rippling in the wind, fiery strands catching the sunlight, bursting from bright orange to deep red as the strands undulated. She was so beautiful, so sexy, so hung. She was a futanari. They were real.

I'm a fucking futanari. Chris marveled as she plowed her girlfriend's asshole. Jesus, this is so amazing.

In the back of her mind, she knew there were far more important things to attend to, but her cock, her pussy, her girlfriend's sexy ass demanded they fuck. Her lusts consumed her, drove her hips to keep pumping away. She groaned and gasped, reaming her cock deeper and faster into her girlfriend's bowels, bringing herself closer to exploding.

Chris squeezed her thighs tight, her folds rubbing together, juices smearing on her flesh. She leaned over Lori more, massaging the redhead's back with pillowy tits. Chris's nipples throbbed, one more delight adding to the pressure building in her cunt.

"Damn, I'm going to cum so hard," Chris groaned, stroking Lori's dick faster and faster. It was like jacking off but hotter. That's my girl's dick I'm holding. My futanari girlfriend's dick!

The thought spurred Chris to pump her hips faster.

"Yes, yes, flood my bowels, Chris! You naughty slut! Flood them! Cum in them. Just spew all your jizz into my bowels!"

"Uh-huh," Chris panted. "Oh, I'm going to pump you full of jizz. So much cum will explode into you. You'll be dripping jizz all week."

"Yes!" Lori gasped and came.

Chris groaned in shock that Lori could cum so easily. The blonde futanari felt the cum racing down her girlfriend's dick and exploding out into the air. Over Lori's shoulder, Chris witnessed the white shooting down to the trees below. Hot bowels spasmed about her shaft, milking them. Her pussy clenched, itching, the pressure building.

She drove her dick deep into Lori's asshole.

"Lori!" Chris gasped.

"Cum in me!" Lori begged, voice so thick with her passion. "Do it! Do it you gender-swapped slut!"

Chris's cock exploded in the depths of Lori's bowels. Hot cum spurted from the blonde's dick. She shivered, squeezing out loads from the redhead's dick. Chris moaned with each pulse of cum bursting from her dick while she experienced the delight of cumming with a cock and a pussy.

The feminine pleasure rippled out of her cunt, mixing with the far more familiar pulses of rapture shooting from her cock. They slammed together, entwining and plunging like a hot knife into Chris's mind. All thoughts ended.

There was only the pleasure of cumming into Lori's asshole.

"I'm filling her ass with cum!" Chris screamed in her feminine voice, almost screeching hoarse as she cried out as loud as she could. "I'm flooding her asshole! My futanari's asshole! I love this sexy futanari!"

"Yes!" Lori moaned, trembling, leaning out so far over the ledge. "My girlfriend is a hung futanari with the biggest tits!"

Footsteps crunched on the gravel behind them. Chris's head shot around. The color drained from her cheeks. Her girl-cock softened into a clit in record time, popping out of Lori's ass. A violent tremble ran through Chris's body.

Miyu walked towards them, her face fixed.

"She found me!" Chris gasped, her heart clenching in fear.

To be continued…

Haunted by the Futa Ghost Nine: Futanari Fucks Her Bully

Haunted by the Futa Ghost

Chapter Nine: Futanari Fucks Her Bully

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodites/Teen female, Ghost, Oral Sex, Menage Body Modification

"Will this work?" my Ōjo-sama asked, hugging me from behind. Her damp hair brushed my neck. She still wore it loose after our bath.

Our love-making.

"I do not know, Mitsuko-hime," I whispered. "But I have to try. Tonight is the half-moon. The transition." It was the last half-moon of Summer. The next would fall on the Autumn Equinox, and that night I had to perform the Kagura and help Kanshu-no-Kami keep the yokai imprisoned beneath the shrine.

And not long after that, Mitsuko-hime would leave her father's castle to travel to the home of her new husband. This was my last chance to change, to become futanari and claim my Ōjo-sama as my princess and wife.

"Be safe, Sayuri-chan," she whispered, "as you walk through the cursed woods."

Aokigahara, the cursed woods. A haunt of onryō and lesser yokai. Where hitodama danced beneath the moonlight. A place of death beneath the strangling trees.

But it was also a place of power, a place of transition. Life and death touched there. It was a sympathetic likeness to the transition I would beckon. I took a deep breath, grasping my gohei, the twin shide fluttering as I shifted. I wore my miko vestments, my red hakama and white haori. Bells tinkled with my every movement.

"I will return transformed, Ōjo-sama. I will come back to claim my wife."

"Sayuri-chan," she whispered, lips kissing the back of my neck. "I love you."

With her love wreathing me, I walked north. Above the trees, Mount Fuji loomed, a perfect cone. And on the slopes of that mountain lay the woods. The boundary wasn't far. I just had to follow the woodcutters paths until they ended.

Only the foolish and the desperate entered Aokigahara.

And I was both.

The sun sank as I walked the trail, gripping my gohei tightly. Yesterday, I had ventured down this very path. I knew where I was going. There was a small clearing just inside the dread woods, a place where the sky could be seen surrounded by the skeletal trees and tripping branches.

As the sun set, I crossed the boundary. It was invisible, and yet I felt the chill. The sounds of birds and cicadas died. Only trees lived in the demon woods. Nothing else. They had choked all the life away. Not even brush grew. The ground was dead leaves crushed into dirt.

I reached the grove as twilight fell. I stood in it, staring up at the small circle of stars. I was in a well of trees, trapped at the bottom. The woods grew darker and darker around me, the trees moving, rustling like there was a breeze.

Branches swayed, reaching. They knew I lived, and they hated it.

And then the moon appeared, half white, half dark. Half male, half female.

I raised my gohei. My bells jingled as I danced the first step of the Kagura, bringing my sandaled foot down hard on the packed dirt. I spun, black hair flying, bells twinkling louder as I swung my gohei. The twin shide rustled as they snapped in its wake. I spun them above my head, turning, pouring out all my thoughts to Hangetsu.

The Kami of futanari.

"Please," I cried out. "Please, make me futanari! I need the union of the male and the female. For love!"

The moon blazed black and white. Shadow and brilliance fell upon me. Hangetsu answered.500 years later…

Yoshiko's cheeks burned as she faced her bully in the entrance hall of Redwood Academy, the private high school both girls attended.

The busty, half-Japanese futanari licked her lips. The last person in the world she wanted to see was Kat Rollins. The punkish girl advanced, a mocking grin on her pouty lips. A spike collar surrounded her neck, giving her an even tougher look. She thought she could get away with anything.

"Well, dyke? Is that why you're here?"

The word, dyke, sent a surge of anger through Yoshiko. The sixteen-year-old futanari was a lesbian. She had never hidden it. And everyone but Kat Rollins had accepted her lifestyle choice. At every chance Kat had, she called Yoshiko "dyke" like it should be an insult. Like there was anything wrong with being a lesbian.

And then today, Yoshiko had caught Kat being fucked from behind by Ms. Lindon wearing a strap-on. Yoshiko had always suspected her English teacher was gay. She even had a schoolgirl crush on the older woman. And then to see Kat, her bully, gasping, moaning, loving being fucked by a lesbian—by a dyke—had shocked Yoshiko.

And aroused her.

And now it angered her. Kat was a lesbian, too. Or bi. And yet she took every opportunity to pick on Yoshiko. She was even blackmailed by the bully. Last week, she had been caught by Kat masturbating in the locker room after gym class. While the other girls were showering, Yoshiko had been so turned on by their nubile bodies she slipped into the stall to finger herself.

And Kat caught enough on her phone when she came in early for her gym class.

"Pussy got your tongue, dyke?" Kat laughed, enjoying her joke.

…This girl has no honor… Sayuri, the futanari-ghost, whispered to Yoshiko. After having a hot sixty-nine a half-hour ago, swallowing each other's essence, Yoshiko and the ghost could finally communicate.

Which is why they were at the school. Sayuri hoped to find the ghost of her princess, Mitsuko, here while Yoshiko wanted to find away to turn her friend Lori back into a regular girl since she had a boyfriend, a great guy named Chris.

"I think you want pussy to have your tongue," Yoshiko snapped, her anger boiling out of her. She narrowed her round, blue eyes. They were Caucasian eyes, spoiling her otherwise pure Japanese features. Along with her huge tits, her eyes came from her dad's German family. The rest was all from her mother.

"What?" Kat demanded, eyebrows furrowing. Not once had Yoshiko stood up against the bully.

"I saw you getting fucked by Ms. Lindon's strap-on today," Yoshiko hissed. "I heard you admit that you record girls showering in the locker room so you can masturbate to them. I know you're just as much of a dyke as I am!"

Kat reeled back from the accusation.

"That's how you caught me. You weren't there because you showed up early for class. You were there because you wanted to lick all our pussies. You're gay, and yet you pick on me! Why?"

"I'm not gay!" Kat snarled, her fists balling up. "I like boys, not girls!"

"Then why do you let Ms. Lindon fuck you with her strap-on."

Color burned bright red across Kat's face. "I'll kill you, you fucking dyke."

Yoshiko gasped as Kat's hand rose up, arm cocked back to throw a punch. Not a slap, but an actual punch. Yoshiko had never been in a fight before. She didn't know what to do. Her anger vanished as the fear swelled.

And then Kat gasped and fell to her knees on the ground like she tripped. She groaned, falling onto her hands, too. Her head was right before Yoshiko's crotch. The sudden image of Kat burying her face into Yoshiko's pussy shot through the futanari's mind.

Her clit swelled, blossomed. It pressed froward into her panties. Yoshiko groaned, shaking her head as Kat wiggled on the ground. Her jeans were so tight, molding to a heart-shaped ass. No wonder Ms. Lindon fucked her from behind. That ass is gorgeous.

Those thoughts only made her clit grow into a dick faster. It was so tight, so uncomfortable. The tip of her dick throbbed in need. Yoshiko groaned, shuddering. Her pussy clenched at the friction rippling down her cock as it reached its full girth.

She wanted to fuck Kat so hard. To ram her dick into the bully's cunt like Ms. Lindon had with her strap-on.

"What the fuck?" Kat hissed, shaking her head. "What is wrapped about my legs?"

…I have her… Sayuri whispered into Yoshiko's thoughts. …I will not let this shameful woman assault you…

"Thanks," groaned Yoshiko.

"Thanks?" Kat asked, her face snapping up. "What are you…?" Kat's eyes widened. "Holy shit, you're like Miyu."

Yoshiko blinked and then the words Kat said when she first entered the school made sense. "You came here to be fucked by Miyu," Yoshiko accused. "You saw her on the video that was uploaded. You thought I was here for the same thing?"

Kat's cheeks flushed. "That's not why I'm here. And what the fuck is wrapped about my legs?"

"No, you want a taste of girl-dick. You're a confused bitch. And the idea of a woman having a dick must turn you on. Huh?"

"No. That's disgusting." Kat's face twisted with revulsion. But her eyes gleamed with something.

Lust? Yoshiko decided to find out.

She lifted her gray skirt up her thighs, exposing more and more of her pale-olive flesh. Kat sucked in a breath, her eyes fixing on Yoshiko's thighs, following up the hem of her skirt like a dog. Kat couldn't resist.

You are such a dyke. You want me. That's why you're such a bitch to me. What are you, in the third grade?

The hem of Yoshiko's skirt reached her plain, white panties. She had a schoolgirl-fetish, particularly a Japanese one thanks to years of watching Anime, and so she dressed like one as much as possible from her white blouse, to her gray skirt, to the cute panties a schoolgirl would wear.

Only these panties were tented by her thick cock.

"Jesus, you are like Miyu," groaned Kat. "Is it real? Are you a real dickgirl?"

"A futanari?" grinned Yoshiko. "Pull down my panties and find out. I know you want it."

"I don't," Kat groaned even as she reached out with trembling hands. She hooked Yoshiko's panties and pulled them down. Not fast, but slowly, working the fabric down inch by inch, rolling it off Yoshiko's hips and the swell of her ass.

The tip of her cock appeared pressed against her thick, black bush. The hairs curled around the throbbing, pink tip, precum bubbling out the slit. Kat groaned, tugging down the panties farther and farther. She unveiled more and more of Yoshiko's girl-cock. It leaned outward, no longer fully constrained by the panties, reaching for Kat's lips.

Then the bully yanked them down the final inches. Her eyes widened as she stared at the dick thrusting from the folds of Yoshiko's pussy.

"You're really one of them," Kat groaned. "Holy shit, I just thought it was perverts on the internet drawing this shit but… You're a dickgirl."

"Futanari," Yoshiko moaned. "And my dick is fully functional."

"How?" Kat blinked. "You didn't have this last week."

"When you barged in on me masturbating so you could get a look at my pussy and masturbate to it?" Yoshiko demanded, heat in her voice.

"Yes," Kat groaned. And then she leaned froward and licked the tip of Yoshiko's dick.

A shudder ran through the futanari. The pleasure ran down her dick. Her pussy clenched and her body ached. Kat's tongue was heaven on Yoshiko's dick. The bully licked again, her tongue sliding up the crown, reaching the slit, and gathering the precum.

The drop of clear liquid vanished into Kat's mouth. The girl moaned, hips wiggling, then she opened her mouth wide and sucked on the tip. Her cheeks hollowed at the eager force of her sucking, sending pleasure shooting through Yoshiko.

"Oh, yes," Yoshiko groaned, savoring her bully's lips sucking on her cock, pleasuring her. "That's it. Oh, you are a futanari-slut. A dyke who wants to love my girl-dick."

Kat only moaned.

…Oh, yes, she is regaining her honor by pleasuring you… purred Sayuri. …And she is rather beautiful, in her own way…

A loud pop of a fastener coming undone echoed along with Kat's noisy sucks. Yoshiko groaned as she watched Kat's jeans pull down her hips, exposing a pink thong vanishing between the cheeks of her ass.

Kat sucked harder, her eyes widening. She felt it, too, the ghost's touch. Yoshiko grabbed the bully's short hair, holding tight, not letting her pull her mouth away and look. The futanari savored her domination.

"That's just Sayuri-chan," smiled Yoshiko. "You just keep sucking my cock and let the ghost play with your pussy."

Kat shivered and groaned, but she didn't stop sucking.

…Such strange garments your people have… Sayuri said as Kat's thong lifted into the air, rising out of her butt-crack. …Isn't this uncomfortable?…

"Price for looking sexy," panted Yoshiko, humping her hips, driving more of her dick into Kat's mouth.

The thong snapped down into Kat's butt-crack, bringing a grunt from the bully. Then the invisible hands of the futa-ghost pulled the scanty cloth off Kat's hips. Small, sucking marks appeared red on Kat's flesh as the ghost kissed and nibbled. They faded to white as the ghost moved lower, the trail disappearing out of Yoshiko's sight.

Kat shuddered. Yoshiko knew exactly where Sayuri kissed now.

…She has no hair on her pussy… gasped Sayuri-chan. …She's shaved herself. Oh, wow, Yoshiko-chan, this is amazing…

"Enjoy," Yoshiko panted.

The futa-ghost's throaty moans echoed in Yoshiko's mind while her bully hummed about her dick. Kat clearly enjoyed what the ghost did, her hips rocking back into the invisible spirit. Unseen fingers pressed into Kat's ass, dimpling her flesh. Her butt-cheeks pulled apart and then slapped back together as Sayuri devoured the bully's cunt.

The pleasure humming around Yoshiko's dick made her sway. Kat's mouth sucked so hard. Such wonderful delight shuddered through Yoshiko. She quivered as she fucked her cock into her bully's mouth, striking the back of the throat, loving the pressure as she drew her cock back out of the sucking mouth until only the tip remained.

And then driving in to do it all over again.

Kat's tongue danced about the tip of her dick. The pleasure raced down her dick to her pussy. Her folds dripped with juices. Her hips shivered back and forth. Her entire body writhed as her moans echoed down the hallway.

"Oh, yes, you little dyke, suck my girl-cock. You love it," Yoshiko panted. "You want to swallow all my cum."

…I bet she does. She has to regain her honor by drinking all your cum…

"Yes," Yoshiko groaned. "Keep sucking and—"

Her words choked off into a squeal of delight. Kat's finger stroked through the folds of Yoshiko's pussy then slid inside of her. The friction sent pleasure shooting straight to the tip of her dick. She clenched on the invading digits.

And came.

Her girl-jizz boiled out of her dick in a froth. Load after load pumped into Kat's hungry mouth. She sucked so hard, draining the cum from Yoshiko's dick, swallowing rapidly. Kat's finger jammed deep into the futanari's spasming pussy.

"Kat! You wonderful dyke!" gasped Yoshiko as her entire body shuddered. The pleasure washed through her. "Drink it all down."

Kat did, moaning, humping her hips.

…She's cumming… giggled Sayuri. …So much yummy pussy juices…

"Drink it all down," Yoshiko moaned, not sure who she spoke to. Maybe both of them.

Her body shuddered a final time. Her hands let go of Kat's hair. The final blast of cum spurted into the bully's mouth. Yoshiko stumbled back two steps, her cock popping out of Kat's mouth, and struggled to catch her breath.

"Oh, my god, that was amazing," Kat moaned. "You came in my mouth! And you're still hard! Fuck me! Fuck me like Miyu fucked that blonde!"

As Yoshiko nodded her head, a thought flashed through her mind: Where did Miyu go in such a hurry?Lori trembled in fear as she stood naked at the edge of the lookout, her gender-swapped, futanari girlfriend with her. Chris had started the day as a boy, became a girl thanks to one ghost, and then a futanari thanks to another by way of Lori's dick. They were both futanari now, Lori changed by Yoshiko's fucking her with a futa-cock, and that was a gift from the ghost of Sayuri.

The other ghost was probably Mitsuko, the princess Sayuri loved and who had possessed Miyu.

And now Miyu was here at the lookout where Lori and Chris had been fucking. The teenagers had been overcome with lust for each other's girl-cocks. Lori felt so stupid now. The redhead trembled. She knew that the ghost possessing Miyu wanted to kill Chris.

And we just spent our time fucking. Goddamn teenage, futanari hormones!

"What do we do?" she asked Chris as Miyu advanced on them, a strange look on her doll-like, Japanese face. Her glasses reflected the sun, making her eyes appear empty, opaque.

"I don't know," Chris answered. "Oh, shit, she killed Phil and now she's here for me."

"We have to do something," Lori gasped, the naked redhead shivering, her girlfriend cum running out of her asshole.

"Right." Chris swallowed. "I love you, Lori. Get to the car and get out of here."

"What?" Lori screamed.

But Chris had already sprang forward. Her naked, tanned body was athletic from years of playing basketball and surfing. Her legs were long even changed into a girl. They stretched out before her as she ran at the ghost, blonde hair streaming behind her.

"No, Chris," Lori gasped, glancing at her mom's Prius.

The car was still running. She had been so excited when she arrived, realizing that Chris had indeed been turned into a girl, that she had left it on. All she had to do was jump in and drive off. But what about her girlfriend? She couldn't abandon Chris.

"No," Lori shouted and bolted after Chris.

"Sayuri-chan," Miyu shouted, her voice strange, like two different girls spoke at the same moment. The rest of what she screamed was in rapid, incomprehensible Japanese.

Chris reached Miyu. The blonde balled up her fist and punched it like she was a guy still. She put her full weight in it. The fist stopped an inch from Miyu's face. Chris gasped in shock, her large tits heaving before her.

Then she flew back. Lori screamed as her girlfriend hit the gravel ground and rolled in a cloud of dust. "You bitch, Mitsuko!" She bent down and picked up a large rock, hurling it at the ghost-possessed Miyu. "What's wrong with you, Mitsuko?"

The rock missed badly. But Miyu's head snapped around. Then her body turned as a separate, almost disjointed movement. She walked forward, but Lori realized it wasn't natural. It was like Miyu was a puppet, her strings invisible.

"Sayuri-chan," the Japanese girl screamed, pointing at Lori's groin.

At her shrinking girl-dick.

"Oh, shit," Lori gulped as Miyu didn't so much as cross the distance between them in a run as blur, a streak of white and gray and olive-beige flesh. In a heartbeat, the possessed Japanese girl stood before the redhead.

"Double shit," groaned Lori as her shoulders were seized by hard fingers. "Chris!"

The ghost-possessed girl somehow twisted her body and brought Lori down to the ground. She gasped, the gravel biting into her back, her round breasts jiggling. Lori blinked, staring up at the blue sky above.

"Chris, help!"

And then Miyu's hand grasped Lori's shrinking, softening girl-dick. It was almost half-way to being a clit again. Her grip was shockingly soft. Lori gasped, pleasure shooting down her dick as the hand stroked her, thumb rubbing across the crown of her cock.

Her pussy clenched. Pleasure shuddered through her body. Nipples hardened along with her girl-cock. The ache built in the depths of her snatch while the tip of her dick throbbed beneath Miyu's massaging thumb.

"What?" Lori blinked in shock, surprised the ghost wasn't strangling her, trying to kill her. Is it because I'm a futanari and not a guy? Maybe it's only guys that piss her off.

"Sayuri-chan," Miyu cooed in that double voice, speaking with her own and the ghost's words.

Lori didn't know what to do. "Chris!"

Her girlfriend lay on her side, her breasts rising and falling, but her eyes were closed, knocked out by the throw. Small abrasions dotted her body from her tumble across the gravel. Chris wouldn't be any help.

Lori was on her own.

"Yes, yes, Mitsuko…hime." She almost forgot the honorific. "It's me. Sayuri-chan."

Rapid Japanese poured out of Miyu's mouth, Lori's cock throbbing harder and harder. The futanari groaned, her hips rising as Miyu stroked it. The pleasure rippled through her body. Her lusts fired hot through her body, making thought difficult.

Damn cock has a mind of its own.

The ghost-possessed Miyu leaned down, her tongue licking at Lori's pink nipple. The tongue swirled, making her squirm. Her pussy clenched as Miyu sucked, cheeks hollowing. Dark, slanted eyes flicked up at Lori. They glowed with a spectral, blue flame flickering in the black depths of the pupils.

"Oh, yes, Mitsuko-hime," panted Lori. "That's right."

Miyu straddled Lori's legs. The pleated, gray skirt Miyu wore rose up those creamy thighs as she lowered herself. Her pussy, covered by a thick bush, rubbed on Lori's bare thigh, wet and juicy, the pubic hair so silky. The heat almost burned. Miyu sucked with horny need on Lori's nipple.

The redhead groaned, squirmed. Ideas danced in her head. Maybe she won't try to kill Chris once she enjoys my cock. Maybe that's all Mitsuko needs to move on or something. One last time with her lover, Sayuri.

It worked like that in ghost stories, not the sex part, but finding closure. It happened a few times on Supernatural, one of Lori's favorite TV shows. She squirmed, aching to give the ghost what she needed so Miyu could be free and this all could be over.

"Oh, Mitsuko-hime, I missed you so much," Lori moaned, hoping the ghost spoke English. "I need to be in you. Your sweet pussy. Just like last time. Remember?"

Miyu's head lifted up, her head twisting in a strange angle, her eyes unblinking. She spoke in Japanese and then licked at Lori's nipple again. Flutters of pleasure shot through Lori. She groaned, her cock throbbing. Moans spilled from her lips, pleasure building and building.

And then Miyu moved. She slid up Lori's thigh, dragging silky pubic hair and wet pussy higher. Then Miyu lifted up her hips, throwing her leg out to straddle the redheaded futanari's waist. The skirt rose up on its own, revealing the dark bush. Miyu, still gripping Lori's cock, guided it to those silky curls.

"Yes," Lori moaned, both wanting to give Mitsuko's ghost peace and eager to satisfy her own desires.

The cock rubbed through the silky pubic hair and hot folds, then found the pussy's entrance. Miyu moaned in two voices as she slammed her pussy down on Lori's cock. The hot cunt engulfed her girl-dick. Her hips undulated, her body shuddered.

Pleasure raced through Lori's body. Her pussy clenched, juices leaking out to trickle down to her butt. The ghost-possessed girl grabbed both of Lori's tits, squeezing them hard as her hips undulated, sliding her pussy around the futanari's dick.

"That's it, Mitsuko-hime," panted Lori. "Oh, yes, remember how much you loved my cock. You feel so wonderful about me. I miss you. I love you."

Lori was caught up in her roleplay, wanting to be the ghost of the shrine maiden, to give Mitsuko what she needed. Lori's hands reached out, pressing beneath Miyu's blouse and sliding up to find a pair of naked tits, small and firm, nipples hard.

She pinched them.

Miyu's pussy clenched on Lori's dick. The Japanese girl tossed back her head, moaning in her duel voices as she worked her hips faster and faster. The friction burned up and down Lori's dick. She ached and gasped. She squirmed, ignoring the gravel poking her back.

"Yes, yes, ride me! Let's cum together, Mitsuko-hime! Both of us! Won't that be wonderful?"

Words spilled out of Miyu's mouth, beautiful and incomprehensible. Lori pinched and rolled the Japanese girl's nipples as her strokes grew faster and faster. Her pussy slid up and down Lori's cock, gripping it hard, sucking at it.

"You want my cum," gasped Lori. "Yes, yes, take it."

Her pussy clenched. The pressure built at the tip of her dick, aching to explode out of her. To fill Miyu's pussy and give the ghost what she needed. Lori gasped and moaned. Her body shuddered, her hips thrusting up into Miyu's snatch.

Their flesh slapped together. The wet squelch of pussy sliding up and down hard dick made Lori shudder. Her fingers pinched Miyu's nipples hard. The Japanese girl dug her fingers into Lori's round breasts. They were both moaning, gasping, coming closer to their climaxes.

"Yes, yes, yes! You're so hot, Mitsuko-hime! I love your pussy! I'm going to cum in you!" Lori's body tensed. "God, yes!"

Her cock erupted.

Cum spurted into Miyu's pussy. Hard, fast pulses shot out of Lori's dick, rising from the depths of her body. Her pussy spasmed. Waves and pulses of pleasure washed and shot through her body. They reached her mind.

Bliss inundated her. And she loved it.

"Iku!" Miyu gasped in her double-voice, Japanese girl and ghost cumming.

Her pussy spasmed about Lori's dick. Heat flared. Lori shuddered, her eyes widening as something more than cum was sucked out of her cock by the spasming snatch. She gasped as her girl-dick shrank, not returning to a clit, but vanishing. The energy washed through her body, changing her into…

A girl.

"You made me back into a girl," Lori gasped as her cock vanished for good, returned to a clit. She could feel the difference. The itch for it to transform into a throbbing dick was gone. Her entire body had felt malleable for a brief second, wanting to change but she was already a girl save for her girl-dick. "What the fuck!"

"Sayuri-chan!" Miyu spat with anger. Superimposed over her face, like a cheap Photoshop effect, was another face. This one was painted white like a Japanese geisha or a noblewoman. But the white ran, exposing pale, bloated, gray flesh. Eyes bulged.

Hands like iron pliers squeezed Lori's throat. Pain flared. She struggled to breathe as she thrashed, but couldn't. Two thumbs pressed into her trachea, crushing it down. Panic surged through the redhead as she thrashed, her heart pounding, her lungs screaming for a breath.

Her vision fuzzing.Gravel rustled. Ground together. Angry words rang through the air.

Chris opened his eyes. Miyu was on Lori, her hands wrapped about the redhead's throat. Choking her. The face of Mitsuko, the makeup dripping away to reveal her dead flesh, superimposed over Miyu's face, translucent and surreal.

"Sayuri-chan!" snarled the ghost through Miyu. "Sayuri-chan!"

Lori's naked body kicked and thrashed. Her mouth opened, struggling to gasp in breaths, but her breasts didn't rise. She couldn't suck in any air. The surge of ice through Chris's veins banished the groggy pain wreathing her mind.

She had to do something. "Hey! I'm over here, you bitch!"

Chris stood up and raced at Miyu.

Her head snapped around. The ball of dancing, blue light—Miyu called it a hitodama—burst into being and rushed at Chris. It struck her in the chest, throwing her back. She grunted as she hit the ground and rolled against the railing.

Where her jeans lay discarded, having slipped off her too narrow hips when Lori had appeared. Chris had stepped out of them, lost to the lust. Her cell phone was in them. The mad idea to call 911, to get the police up here to save her girlfriend's life from a ghost, shot through Chris.

She shoved her hand into her jeans pocket, grabbed the first object she felt, and pulled it out.

It wasn't her cell phone. It was an alabaster hair comb, the ends worked into an ornate design. Chris blinked, and then a memory flashed through her mind. When the ghost had attacked Miyu in the bathroom, sucking on her girl-cock and trying to possess her, Chris had seized the hair comb to pull the spirit off Miyu's dick. Only it had come off, so Chris shoved it into her pocket.

Chris was about to discarded it when Miyu let out a curdling snarl of anger. A chill ran through Chris.

She looked up to see Miyu rising, her eyes fixed on the hair comb in Chris's hands. Lori coughed and gasped, able to breathe again. Miyu snarled something in Japanese. The only word Chris caught was "otōsan," father. In a flash of understanding, Chris realized this was precious to Mitsuko.

She blurred across the space between them. Without thought, Chris threw the hair comb over her shoulder. It sailed past the railing and plunged over the drop, bouncing down the cliff face towards the base of the Sequoia trees that grew below the overlook.

Miyu leaped, sailing over Chris in a jump no normal human girl could have made. Chris had the briefest glimpse up Miyu's skirt, her pussy dripping with girl-jizz, staining black pubic hair. And then she was gone, falling to the far ground below, screaming out in Japanese.

Chris had no doubts that Miyu would survive and come back up to kill them. The gender-swapped, blonde futanari jumped to her feet, still clutching her jeans, and raced to Lori lying on the ground, rubbing her throat.

"Come on," Chris shouted. "Get in the car! We have to go!"

Lori staggered up. She looked around, then lunged at her discarded skirt, grabbing her cell phone out of its pocket.

"No time for a fucking call," Chris shouted, reaching her girlfriend. She hauled Lori to her feet and pushed her towards the open back door and into the rear seat.

Slamming the door, Chris raced around the idling Prius, closing the open back door on the driver side before wrenching open the closed driver door and hoping in. He slammed the Prius into reverse and jammed on the gas.

Gravel sprayed.

Miyu roared.

"Holy shit, she's floating," screamed Lori, her voice hoarse. "Drive, drive!"

But Chris was already yanking the wheel around, turning the car to face the exit. She maneuvered the gear shift into drive and slammed on the accelerator. The Prius's electric engine kicked over into the gas, the car suddenly revving as it tore off, barreling towards the exit.

Lori coughed. In the rearview mirror, Chris could see her playing with her phone. Beyond her, Miyu stared at them. She had landed on the ground and began pinning up her sleek, black hair into a bun, inserting the hair comb. The mask of Mitsuko's white-painted face appeared a few times.

And then the driveway bent, and she was lost from sight.

Lori raised her phone to her ear, trembling.

"Who you calling?" Chris asked.Kat Rollins wiggled her naked ass at Yoshiko. Kat's pussy lips were spread open by Sayuri's unseen fingers and her clit wiggled, the ghost playing with the nub. Yoshiko's dick ached at the sight. She stroked it as she fell to her knees.

…Fuck her hard and accept her apology…

"Yes, I will," groaned Yoshiko.

"Yes, yes, I'm so sorry for being a cunt! Just fuck me with that glorious girl-cock. And… take off your blouse. Let me see those big tits bounce."

Yoshiko didn't want to give her the satisfaction and just thrust her cock into Kat's depths. The futanari groaned as she sank into Kat's pussy, filling the bully's snatch. Wonderful, tight friction burned about Yoshiko's girl-cock, silky flesh caressing the sensitive tip, making her sway and ache.

It was heavenly. She savored it, holding her dick buried into the depths of Kat's pussy. The Japanese futanari stroked her hands up and down Kat's sides, then her fingernails scraped down them, leaving red lines.

Kat shuddered, her pussy clenching. "Please, fuck me! Pound me! I need it."

"When I'm ready, dyke," hissed Yoshiko, anger and lust surging through her.

And then the buttons of her blouse popped open one by one. It startled Yoshiko for a moment before bringing a smile to her lips. Her blouse open and the ghost squeezed her breasts through her bra, making her nipples ache.

…Such strange garments you wear…

"Yeah," Yoshiko groaned.

…And your breasts are so large. I did not know they could grow so big…

"Fuck me!" Kat kept moaning as Yoshiko's bra cups pushed up, spilling out her large breasts. "Oh, those are delicious tits. Fuck me! Fuck me! Please!"

Yoshiko groaned, unseen fingers sinking into her pillowy tits. Sayuri's mouth engulfed a fat, brown nipple. The pleasure shot straight down to the futanari's dick buried into the heaven of Kat's pussy. Lust surged.

Yoshiko's hips pumped hard.

She fucked Kat, pounding her, hate-fucking her. The last year of bullying surged the anger through Yoshiko. Since she started school at Redwood Academy at the age of fifteen last year, Kat had been her nemesis. Always needling and heckling her, always calling her a dyke.

"You bitch," Yoshiko hissed, shocked by her words but not wanting to stop them as she pounded Kat's snatch. "You selfish cunt! You're gay, and all you did was pick on me!"

"I am a bitch!" Kat groaned, her hips rocking back, butt-cheeks slapping into Yoshiko's groin. "You were so beautiful. This Japanese doll with these striking, blue eyes and such a petite body. Except your tits. They were so large. So wonderful. And… And… Fuck, it scared me. I wanted you. A girl. I wanted to lick your pussy. To suck on your tits. To kiss those cute lips. I wanted to run my hands over every inch of my body."

"So instead of asking me out on a date, you picked on me all year?" Yoshiko snarled. "You are a selfish bitch, Kat! A dumb, stupid, rich cunt! You think just because Daddy donates millions to the school you can do whatever the fuck you want!"

Her strokes were so hard, the friction incredible. Every stroke made Yoshiko want to pound Kat even harder and harder. She pushed her hips to the limit, her tits heaving as Sayuri sucked on them both, going back and forth, licking, nuzzling, enjoying them, making them throb.

…Keep making her apologize for her dishonour…

"Yes, yes," Yoshiko panted, her dick in such tight, hot heaven.

And then the strangest thing happened. Sayuri, an incorporeal spirit, thrust her cock up into Yoshiko while still sucking on her tits. The ghost's unseen body had to be phasing through Kat to do it. Her dick was so thick, thrusting upward into the depths of Yoshiko's pussy.

Pleasure rushed from her snatch to her cock pumping away in Kat's cunt. The tip of her dick ached more. Her body shuddered. Sayuri sucked even harder on Yoshiko's nipple, the futa-ghost moaning soundlessly, vibrating the nub.

"Oh, yes, Sayuri-chan," panted Yoshiko, her pussy clenching on the ghost's dick.

"What's she doing?" Kat moaned, looking over her shoulder. "Oh, wow she's playing with your tits."

"And fucking my cunt," Yoshiko moaned. She smacked her hand down hard on Kat's ass. "Keep rocking back, you dumb bitch. I'm going to cum so hard into your snatch. You're going to explode. You're going to cum so hard. You could have been having amazing orgasms if you had the courage to ask me out!"

"Yes, yes, yes," groaned Kat. "I messed up! I'm so sorry! Just don't stop fucking me! I'm going to cum so hard on your dick! It's the best!"

"Better than Ms. Lindon's strap-on?"

"So much better!"

Yoshiko smacked Kat's ass again, savoring the stinging slap and the reddening flesh. "Good!"

Sayuri's thrusts grew harder, faster, plunging up into Yoshiko's cunt as she thrust her dick deep into Kat's pussy. The futa-ghost's hands clenched about Yoshiko's dick, making her tremble. Her nipples ached and throbbed in the Ghost's sucking mouth.

Every sensation brought her closer and closer to orgasming. Her head tossed back, her silky, black hair swaying down to her ass. Her pussy clenched over and over on Sayuri's thrusting dick. The friction in Yoshiko's cunt and around her cock built the pressure in her depths.

Her orgasm wanted to explode out of her.

"Keep fucking me, Sayuri-chan!" panted Yoshiko.

…Your pussy is so wonderful. I hope Mitsuko-hime feels as good…

"She does." Yoshiko smiled. When she had fallen into Sayuri's memory, she had changed what happened like it was an interactive video game and popped Mitsuko's cherry with her girl-dick. "Her pussy will feel even better on your dick."

…I hope so! Ōjo-sama, are you here?…

No one answered.

"Yes, yes, yes," Kat moaned, her back arching, her pussy clenching hard on Yoshiko's thrusting dick. "I'm coming so close.

"Yes," gasped Yoshiko. "You want to explode, you naughty cunt! You horrible bully. You don't deserve to cum! I should rip my cock out of you and not give you the satisfaction!"

"No, please, cum in me," Kat moaned. "I'm so sorry. I am! Don't pull out! Just erupt in me!"

Yoshiko wanted to. She wanted to torment the girl, but she didn't have the heart. Kat was so close to her pleasure, and Yoshiko wasn't a bully. She wasn't a terrible person like Kat. She she kept thrusting, her body shuddering, her pussy clenching on Sayuri's wonderful cock.

And then Kat tossed back her head. She screamed out Yoshiko's name, the word echoing through the halls, and came. Her pussy spasmed about Yoshiko's dick. Hot, massaging flesh engulfed her cock. The friction increased her pleasure.

"Kat!" moaned Yoshiko, thrusting forward.

Her cock erupted. Hot cum spurted out of her dick. The thick, juicy jizz splashed into Kat's depths. Yoshiko shuddered, her tits jiggling, Sayuri's sucking hard on the right nipple. Every time Yoshiko's cock erupted, her pussy spasmed so hard on the futa-ghost's dick.

The pleasure burned to hot through Yoshiko. "So good! I love it! Thank you for making me a futanari!"

And then it hit Yoshiko. She had just made Kat into a one, too. The bully fell forward, her pussy popping off Yoshiko's dick. Kat's pussy gaped open between her spread thighs as she lay on the floor, panting. Cum spilled out while her clit swelled into a girl-cock.

Sayuri groaned, still fucking Yoshiko, driving her ghost-dick faster and faster into Yoshiko and came. The ghost shuttered, her incorporeal girl-jizz flooding Yoshiko's pussy. It sent a hot rush through her body.

Yoshiko groaned as the ghost slid out of her, leaving her so empty.

And then everything happened at the same time. Her phone rang, blaring in her skirt pocket. She shoved her hand in, grabbing it. Lori's name flashed on the caller ID. Her friend was calling her. Not texting her, not messaging her through Facebook or tweeting her or snapchatting her.

But calling her.

And then Ms. Lindon walked out from around the corner, the teacher's clothing disheveled, her fingers sticky with juices, her sultry, refined face flushed. She had the graceful beauty of a courtesan, a beauty from a more glamorous age trapped in modern times. Yoshiko froze as her thumb was about to tap the screen to accept the call.

"Well, well, well," the lesbian teacher said. "This is quite the shock."

The phone vibrated in Yoshiko's hand.

The tentacles burst out of the wall and wrapped about Ms. Lindon. The teacher let out a frightful scream as the purple, rubbery appendages, like something from an octopus, seized her body and lifted her into the air.

…Yokubō-no-Tako!…

Yoshiko's phone kept ringing, vibrating in her hand as the tentacle demon pushed out of the walls and shouted, "OMEKO! HAMAGURI! OMANKO!"

To be continued…

Haunted by the Futa Ghost Ten: Futas' Horny Wrestling

Haunted by the Futa Ghost

Chapter Ten: Futas' Horny Wrestling

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite Masturbation, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen hermaphrodite, Ghost, Tentacle, Exhibitionism, Oral Sex

My eyes opened.

I lay in the grove where I had danced the Kagura to summon the great Kami Hangetsu. Last I remembered was the half-full moon blazing with light and shadow, the energy falling upon me, driving me to the ground. I blinked, struggling to remember what happened next. A presence had greeted me, cocooned me, changed me. I was a caterpillar. And now I was free to be a butterfly.

Above me, the half-full moon glowed in the night sky, looking down at me in the midst of the haunted woods. But I had no fear of those woods right now. Not after the experience I just had.

The great Kami had changed me. Hangetsu had blessed me. I could feel it throbbing inside my hakama.

I had a cock. A dick. It tented the front of my red hakama. I groaned, a powerful ache throbbing my shaft. With this cock, I could wed my Ōjo-sama. She didn't have to marry another Daimyo's son and leave my life forever. We could love each other.

She would be so happy. There was still a month to go before the autumn equinox.

"Thank you," I whispered to the half-full moon and the Kami of change.

My hands pulled at the knots cinching my hakama tight, untucking my white haori in the process. My breasts rose and fell with my deep breaths beneath my haori. I pushed down the hakama, lifting my rear to work the pants down my thighs. There it was. My cock. It thrust from the black curls of my pubic hair. I reached down, touching it.

My entire body shuddered as I ran my finger around the crown. It was thick, the tip like a mushroom with a long, fat stalk. I smeared the juice around, shivering with each one, my pussy clenching.

I still had a pussy.

I shoved my hand between my thighs, feeling the wet lips. I stroked up to my cock's base. It had replaced my clit. Then my hand grasped it. My cock was as thick as the itadori kokeshi that Mitsuko-hime and I used on each other, our substitute dick.

"Oh, my," I groaned, stroking my cock, my pussy clenching. "Oh, thank you, Hangetsu."

I stared up at the moon as I jerked my cock. I rubbed myself so fast, my pussy clenching. My hips rising and falling with each stroke. Pressure built at the tip of my cock. An ache that needed satisfaction, propelling me to pump my cock faster and faster.

My pussy clenched, weeping my juices. My toes curled. I moaned, singing out into the night. The bells attached to my haori tinkled with my slightest movement. My ass clenched as I humped up into the air, fucking my girl-dick between my hands.

I was futanari. I would love my Ōjo-sama.

"Oh, Mitsuko-hime, I did it! Tomorrow, you'll see it. We'll make love for real in the onsen." I knew it would be a even happier day than the day we took each other's maidenheads with the kokeshi. My pussy clenched, remembering the fibrous bundle reaming into my pussy. "You'll love my cock!"

My breath quickened. My strokes grew faster and faster. And then my excitement erupted out of me. My eyes widened. It was so different orgasming with a cock than a pussy. The blasts were powerful. Hot cum arched into the air and spilled about my naked belly and pubic hair. It warmed the back of my hand.

I spasmed with each blast. Then waves of rapture, the familiar bliss I knew so well from Mitsuko-hime's touch, washed out of my pussy. The two pleasures combined to make me gasp and scream out into Aokigahara, the cursed, dark woods around me.

"Mitsuko-hime!" I gasped as my body spasmed. My pleasure peaked.

And then it passed.

I brought my hand to my mouth, licking at the cum while I gathered myself. Then I rose, straightened my clothing, and gathered my gohei lying beside me. I frowned at the two shide dangling from the end of the wand. The rice paper diamonds that formed the shide looked like they had been soaked wet and then dried, the paper diamonds damaged. I frowned. The grass around me was dry, and the sky was clear as it was when I began the ritual.

How did they get wet?

What did it matter? I was futanari now. Smiling, I hurried down the trail to home. My father would be angry, but it was worth it. Mitsuko-hime and I could finally be together like we both wanted.500 years later…

Shocked gripped Yoshiko. Her hand holding her ringing cell phone trembled as she stared at the elegant Ms. Lindon, her English teacher, rising into the air in the grips of rubbery, purple tentacles. Clothing ripped in a shower of scraps, baring the teacher's body. The tall woman's round, busty breasts heaved as she thrashed.

"What!" she gasped, the tentacles leaving a thick, clear slime across her skin.

Her eyes delighted. A low, throaty moan escaped her lips as the tentacles wrapped about her breasts, squeezing them both into bulging mounds. Other tentacles wrapped about her legs, pulling them apart as a bulbous, vaguely octopus-shaped monster heaved out of the wall, mouth opened.

"Hamaguri," bellowed the monster.

Yoshiko's finger slipped, hitting the answer button on her phone.

"Thank god, Yoshiko," Lori said from the phone.

"What is that?" Kat screamed. She was naked, a new futa-cock thrusting from her groin, Yoshiko's girl-cum running down her thighs. Kat looked to the frozen Yoshiko, her eyes wide.

Just moments ago, Yoshiko had been hate-fucking Kat, her long-time bully. It turned out the homophobic Kat picked on the busty, Japanese lesbian out of repressed desires. It all came out when Kat realized Yoshiko was now a futanari and finally admitted who she was.

Then it all went crazy. Ms. Lindon had caught them fucking just in time to be attacked by a tentacle monster. Yoshiko didn't know what to do. The Japanese futa shivered. She felt Sayuri, the futa-ghost, pressed into her back, unseen but just as scared, trembling.

…That's Yokubō-no-Tako!… Sayuri shouted in Yoshiko's mind.

"What's going on?" Lori asked, her voice tinny from the phone's speakers. "Yoshiko, are you there?"

"Kai!" the monster roared.

"Oh, my god," Ms. Lindon moaned as a tentacle-cock rammed right into her pussy. Her back arched, tits jiggling in the embrace of the slimy appendages. Suckers latched onto her nipples, pulling on her tits, stretching them while the teacher moaned out her pleasure, shuddering in the monster's embrace.

Another tentacle whirled around Ms. Lindon to grasp her body. A sheet of thick slime flew from it, splattering across Yoshiko and Kat's naked tits.

"Oh, my god," Yoshiko gasped as heat burned across her large tits. Her blue eyes blinked. Her nipples tingled.

And her girl-cock throbbed.

Yoshiko dropped her cell phone as lust bloomed in her. She grasped her tits, rubbing the clear slime into her flesh, savoring how it made her tingle. She massaged her tits, kneading and playing with her big mounds. Kat moaned beside her, doing the same to her round breasts, her pink nipples glistening.

"Oh, damn, my cock's so hard," Kat moaned. "I need to cum."

"Yes, yes, yes," Yoshiko gasped, smearing the wonderful, slippery slime everywhere. She raised her breast, licking at it on her nipple, savoring the fishy flavor of the slime, her tongue tingling. Her mouth suddenly burned with need to be filled. She had to suck on something big. Her nipple wasn't enough. Kat's cock bobbed, drawing Yoshiko's eyes. The half-Japanese futanari let out a loud groan as she stared at her bully's girl-cock bouncing and swaying. She licked her lips, pussy clenching.

…We have to flee, Yoshiko-chan… warned Sayuri. …That's a dangerous yokai. It should be trapped in the shrine. How is it here?…

"Yoshiko, what is that?" Lori shouted over the phone. "What am I hearing?"

"OMEKO!" bellowed the monster.

"Let's sixty-nine, Kat," Yoshiko moaned. "Let's suck on each other's girl-dicks."

"Oh, yes," moaned Kat

…No, you can't. You have to flee. He'll grab you, too…

"Please, Yoshiko, speak to me," Lori pleaded.

Yoshiko couldn't think. The throbbing ache on the tip of her dick combined with the powerful need in her mouth to suck something, overwhelmed her. She lowered herself to the floor, stretching out on her side. Kat followed, the punkish girl laying on her side, bringing her cock to Yoshiko's hungry mouth.

Together, they engulfed each other's dicks and sucked.

Pleasure shuddered through Yoshiko. She moaned about Kat's dick while her own cock throbbed. A hot mouth and hungry tongue engulfed and stroked the tip of her dick. Yoshiko moaned, seizing Kat's ass, pulling her closer.

More and more of Kat's cock slid into Yoshiko's mouth. She savored it, loving how it felt and tasted. Salty precum stained her tongue as she swirled it about the crown and shaft. She bobbed her mouth, moaning, groaning, pleasure rushing through her.

"Oh, my god, yes, fuck me!" screamed Ms. Lindon. "That's so amazing. Oh, wow. I've never had a real cock in me. And this… This must be even better."

"CHICHI! OMENKO! AMAI HAMAGURI!"

Nothing else happening around Yoshiko mattered. She was hardly aware of Ms. Lindon thrashing in the air above the open mouth of the tentacle monster, her pussy juices raining onto a thick, hungry tongue as she writhed. Sayuri spoke, but Yoshiko was deaf to everything but Kat and her cock.

Yoshiko's girl-dick throbbed in Kat's mouth. Every suck made her shiver. Made her pussy clench. Yoshiko groaned, her hips thrusting forward, fucking Kat's mouth as the pleasure rushed through her body. She moaned about the dick in her mouth, loving every moment.

Kat's fingers dug into Yoshiko's ass. She shivered and shuddered, loving how they felt. She savored those delightful digits, the passion she birthed in Kat. Her bully moaned, humming rapture around the tip of Yoshiko's dick.

This is so good. I love her dick in my mouth, my dick in hers. Mmm, yes.

Their hips both fucked, sliding their cocks in and out of each other's mouths. Her fingers found Kat's shaved pussy, digging into the sloppy depths. Yoshiko savored how wet her bully was, her dick remembering plundering these depths only moments ago.

I came so hard into her. I flooded her with cum.

She fucked her fingers in and out of Kat's cunt. The punkish futa moaned louder, taking more and more of Yoshiko's cock. Fingers moved, diving into Yoshiko's butt-cheeks. They teased her sphincter and then one slipped in.

Yes, yes, yes, finger my ass while I finger your pussy. This is so hot, Kat. Why did you have to be such a cunt to me? We could have been having fun for months. We could have been lovers. But you were such a bitch.

Yoshiko's hips fucked harder, her bowels clenching on Kat's fingers. The half-Japanese futanari drove her cock all the way into Kat's mouth, brushing the back of her throat. Anger and lust surged through her, tingling from her slime-stained tits. She kept pushing, pressing on Kat's gullet.

Kat gasped, choked. And then Yoshiko rammed her cock down Kat's throat a few inches. Pleasure exploded across her dick. The tight gullet wrapped about her cock, teasing it, making her shudder, her pussy clenched.

That's it. Take my cock, bitch. You deserve this.

Kat's finger wormed deeper into Yoshiko's asshole. It was the last sensation that Yoshiko's orgasm needed, triggering the eruption.

Cum fired from Yoshiko's dick, shooting down Kat's throat. Pleasure spasmed her body. She moaned about her bully's cock, sucking so hard as the pleasure rushed through her. Juices gushed from her pussy. Pleasure burned in her ass. More and more cum spurted from her cock. Kat slid her mouth back.

Jizz filled it.

Kat moaned so loud as Yoshiko came. Her finger jammed as deep as it could go into Yoshiko's asshole. Kat's other hand rubbed at the half-Japanese futa's pussy, prolonging the pleasure. Pulses of rapture and waves of bliss filled Yoshiko's body.

Her fingers wiggled in Kat's cunt.

And then Kat erupted.

Yoshiko moaned, her mouth filled with load after load of jizz. Hot, thick, salty blasts flooded her mouth. She moaned, gulping down the yummy treat, satiating the hunger that filled her. It made her shiver and writhe. She loved the taste.

It was the best.

"OMANKO!"

"I keep cumming!" howled Ms. Lindon.

Kat's mouth popped off Yoshiko's dick. "I need more!"

"Yes," Yoshiko panted.

"FUTANARI!""Pick up," Lori groaned as she sat in the back seat of her Mom's Prius naked, Chris's girl-cum leaking out of her pussy.

The phone rang and rang as she waited for Yoshiko to pick up. I hope you're still not sleeping.

The last time the redheaded sixteen-year-old saw her best friend, Yoshiko, the futanari had been passed out in Lori's bed after the pair had fucked each other over and over. Then Lori had been a futanari, but lost her girl-cock thanks to the angry ghost trying to kill them.

She glanced out the rear window, searching for any sign of the ghost-possessed Miyu. Her throat still ached from the Japanese girl's hands wrapped about her throat. Mitsuko, the ghost possessing Miyu, wanted to kill Lori thinking she was Sayuri, the futa-ghost haunting Yoshiko.

Which made no sense to Lori. She thought Sayuri loved Mitsuko and that was why the futa-ghost, mistaking Yoshiko for her dead lover, made girls into futanari. And it spread. When one futa fucked a girl and came in her pussy, the girl became one, too.

Even if said girl used to be a boy like Chris.

"I think we lost her," Chris shouted, taking the turn hard as they raced from the overlook.

The phone picked up.

"Thank god, Yoshiko," Lori gasped.

"What is that?" someone screamed. Someone moaned in the background and there was a wet, slimy sound.

I frowned. "What's going on? Yoshiko, are you there?"

"KAI!" a deep, rumbling voice shouted.

"What?" Chris asked, snapping his head around. "What is that, Lori? Who did you call?"

"Yoshiko," Lori answered, glancing down to make sure she had called the right person.

"Oh, my god," a woman moaned, different from the voice that screamed.

"Oh, my god." That was Yoshiko.

Hope surged in Lori. "Yoshiko, talk to me."

There was a loud clatter and a surge of static.

…We have to flee, Yoshiko-chan… warned an ethereal voice, the phone crackling with static. …That's a dangerous yokai. He should be trapped in the shrine. How is he here?…

"Yoshiko, what is that?" Lori gasped, trembling at how strange the voice sounded. "What am I hearing?"

"OMEKO!" the deep voice growled.

…No, you can't… crackled the ethereal voice. …You have to flee. He'll grab you, too…

"Please, Yoshiko, speak to me," Lori begged, tears falling down her cheeks.

"That deep voice sounds like the tentacle monster. I think Miyu called it Yokubō-no-Tako."

"Tentacle monster?" Lori asked.

…Is this Lori?… the ethereal voice answered. …Can you hear me through this strange device?…

Lori swallowed. Tentacle monster? Fuck, can this day get any more messed up? "Um, yes. Who is this?"

…I'm Sayuri. Yoshiko-chan spoke highly of you. She says you and her are lovers…

"I guess," swallowing. I wasn't a futanari any longer. Miyu had…exorcised it away when I came in her pussy. Then she had tried to strangle me. "What's going on? I can hear moaning in the background."

…Yoshiko and this dreadfully shameful girl named Kat are sucking on each other's cocks while a beautiful woman is being held by the yokai. It is a dangerous being known as Yokubō-no-Tako…

Chris groaned. "Jesus, that thing took Mariah. Miyu drove it away before the ghost possessed her."

…Your lover is in danger… Sayuri continued, hisses of static growing worse. …When the yokai notices her and Kat, it will grab them after it finishes with the woman. You must hurry. They've touched its slime. It is a powerful aphrodisiac, overcoming all sense…

"Yeah," Chris nodded from the front seat, her blonde hair dancing.

"You're a shrine maiden ghost, right?" Lori asked, her heart racing.

…I am a miko…

"Then do something! Save Yoshiko!"

…I need an implement like a gohei or a haragushi…

"Implements…" Chris looked over her shoulder. "Like a wand with a chain of paper diamonds dangling from the end."

…Yes. A gohei has two shide, but a haragushi has one. A haragushi would be preferable…

"Miyu had one," Chris said excitedly. "A haragushi. She dropped it when Mitsuko—"

…You've seen Mitsuko-hime… Sayuri squealed with such excitement.

Too much excitement. Lori gasped as smoke burst from her phone, curling blue-gray into the air. The scent of melted plastic assaulted her nose. The screen flickered twice and went dark. Lori swallowed, looking up at Chris.

"Redwood Academy," they both said together.

"Hurry," Lori said. She didn't like the sound of that monster getting its tentacles around Yoshiko one bit."Oh, my god," Ms. Lindon moaned as Yoshiko and Kat sat up.

"FUTANARI!" the monster roared. With a flick of its tentacle, it splashed more slime on Kat and Yoshiko.

Lust shout through the half-Japanese futanari. She stared at her bully with hungry eyes, her cock throbbing before her, her mouth still salty with cum, even hornier now. "I need to fuck that pussy again. I need it so badly."

"But I need to fuck your pussy," Kat moaned, stroking her thick girl-dick.

Yoshiko's dick ached so badly. The slime burned across her tits, the fresh load dripping down her stomach. She had to be buried in hot, tight pussy or she would explode. It was all to much for her. She lunged at Kat, pressing her slippery breasts against her bullies and pushing her to the floor. Their dicks rubbed together as Yoshiko humped her hips, struggling to move her cock.

Kat let out a gasp, her body heaving beneath Yoshiko. The bully wrapped her arms around Yoshiko, hugging her tight, and rolled them over. She gasped as she ended up on her back, Kat on top, their bodies slippery, the slime spreading between them.

"No," Yoshiko gasped in protest as Kat's dick slid lower. She struggled. "I'm fucking you."

"No, I'm fucking you," Kat gasped.

The girls writhed, their dicks sliding and throbbing together. Shivers ran down Yoshiko's shaft to her juicy pussy. She leveraged her hips, rolling them both over. Her nipples throbbed as they rubbed on Kat's, sending more thrills through the futanari.

Yoshiko's hips pumped on their own, grinding her dick into Kat's. The bully, her face twisting with pleasure, let out a wanton moan. Her hands seized Yoshiko's ass, pulling her tighter, savoring the press of their two girl-dicks.

"Yes, yes, hump that dick against me, you nasty futanari," moaned Kat. "Oh, you want to fuck my pussy so bad, but I won't let you. Only I get to fuck your cunt."

"No," Yoshiko groaned, the incredible feel of the futanari beneath her shooting through her body. From her large breasts pressing into Kat's smaller tits, to the glide of their dicks against each other made her shiver. Kat was so hot, so warm, beneath Yoshiko. Their tits so slippery with the monster's slime. "You owe me for being suck a bitch all year. Let me fuck your pussy. I need to be in it."

"No," Kat gasped. "I'll blackmail you! I still have the video!"

"Go ahead, show everyone," Yoshiko gasped. "All the girls in school will want to fuck my girl-cock."

"Your girl-cock isn't on the video. God, you're a dumb dyke!"

Yoshiko hissed and humped harder. The throb on the tip of her dick made her pussy clench. Her juices spilled out, matting her black curls and dribbling down to her shaft. It lubed the way between them, allowing them to hump and grind better.

"You're the dumb dyke!"

"Come up with your own insults, cuntlapper!"

"Ooh, you know you want to lap my cunt, you stuck-up bitch." Yoshiko, so angry and horny, kissed Kat hard. That'll shut you up.

Kat's fingers bit into Yoshiko's ass. The flaring pain only fanned her ardor. Precum dribbled from her dick as the pressure only increased in her body. Kat humped up into her, both dicks pumping along each other.

And then Kat heaved them over. Yoshiko groaned, her bully's weight atop her now. She caressed Kat's supple back down to the girl's clenching ass, loving how those cheeks felt beneath her hands, the muscles playing beneath silky skin.

Their tongues warred as the two futanari rolled on the ground, moving down the hallway and away from the tentacle monster. Not out of any design of theirs to get to safety, but just so caught up in their lusts they hardly even noticed the monster any longer. Or the unseen hands rolling them down the hallway as they thrashed in rapture.

"HAMAGURI!"

"Oh, my god, yes," Ms. Lindon moaned. "Girls, these tentacles are amazing. Oh, my god. It's fucking me so hard. So fast. I'm going to cum!"

Yoshiko spared hardly a moment for the sexy teacher with whom she had a crush. She heard Ms. Lindon cum, saw her spasming in the purple embrace of the tentacle monster. It's rubbery, slimy appendage pumped over and over into her pussy, stretching it so wide open. It made the teacher gasp and moan and sing out all her pleasure. Her tits stretched as the tentacles suction cups worked her nipples, distending them, stretching them.

Yoshiko was too focused on getting into Kat's cunt. Her dick throbbed so hard as she rolled over and over, the pair bucking, gasping, moaning, kissing. Their hands squeezed and caressed each other. Their nipples rubbed and kissed, pink against brown.

"Oh, god," Yoshiko moaned as they rolled into the wall, halted for a moment. "Your cock feels soooo good on my dick."

"Yes, yes, yes," Kat gasped atop Yoshiko, humping harder, their dicks pressed so tight together, tips kissing and sliding together. "I'm going to cum."

"Yes!" Yoshiko screamed in agreement, her fingernails scratching at Kat's back as her passion swelled. "Cum! I need to cum!"

"IKU!" bellowed the tentacle monster.

"It's shooting cum into me," gasped Ms. Lindon. "Oh, my god, girls! So good!"

Yoshiko's hips thrust up into Kat's dick. The pressure in her pussy erupted. Yoshiko trembled, her cock spurting cum between their bodies. Their stomachs grew slippery with girl-jizz. It spilled between their bodies, soaking their flesh. She heaved and gasped, her pussy clenching and spasming as the pleasure roared through her.

It inundated her mind. It gave her the sweet release she craved so desperately. Her body spasmed. It was wonderful. Her eyes fluttered as the rapture spilled through every bit of her body. She arched her back, gasping her pleasure.

"So good! Oh, yes, so good!"

…Please, Yoshiko-chan, you have to stop this. I spoke to Lori. Your friends are coming. Just stop…

"Yes, Lori's cumming," moaned Yoshiko. "Oh, lucky her. Love it!"

"Me, too," Kat groaned, a wicked grin on her face. Her hips moved.

Yoshiko shuddered, the pleasure bleeding through her, so she didn't realize what Kat was doing as her dick moved, sliding down Yoshiko's girl-shaft. But then her round, blue eyes widened as the bully's cock pressed at the entrance of her pussy.

"No, Kat!" Yoshiko gasped.

"You lose, dyke," Kat groaned. "You came and lost."

The bully thrust.

Yoshiko groaned, her spasming pussy filled with wonderful girl-dick. It stabbed so deep into her, the friction burning with such intensity, she didn't care she lost. She had a girl's cock buried in the depths of her pussy. Her cunt clenched down hard as her dick spurted more cum between their bodies.

Kat groaned, her face twisting with pleasure as she buried into the futanari's snatch. Her back arched, lifting her glistening, round tits from Yoshiko's pillowy breasts. They bounced, pink nipples shiny with the monster's slime.

Yoshiko arched her neck and latched onto a nipple, sucking hard, savoring the fishy taste of the slime. Her pussy clenched harder, cheeks hollowing as Kat fucked her hard. The bully's dick plunged over and over into Yoshiko's still cumming pussy.

"Oh, my god, this is so good," moaned Kat. "Your pussy's so wet and tight. I knew this would be the best. I am so glad I won. Oh, yes, you're my dyke futanari now. I'm going to blackmail you into being my sex slave."

"You bitch," Yoshiko moaned, releasing her nipple, her hips bucking into Kat's thrusts. "I'm going to tell everyone you're a lesbian and spy on girls in the locker room. I'll blackmail you into being my sex slave."

"Oh, god, yes," Kat moaned, hips bucking hard, driving her dick so deep into Yoshiko's pussy. "The dyke's sex slave. Forced to lick her pussy and suck on her cock."

"That's what you want! Is that how Ms. Lindon dominated you? She found out your secret?"

"She caught me watching one of the videos in the hallways. She blackmailed me. She made me crawl beneath her desk before classes and lick her pussy." Kat shuddered, pleasure crashing across her face, hips pumping hard. "I had to press my face into her trimmed bush, those wonderful, soft curls caressing my lips as I spread open her pussy with my fingers."

"Oh, yes," gasped Yoshiko.

…Please, stop this, Yoshiko-chan. You have to flee. The yokai will come for you when it's done cumming in Ms. Lindon. It knows you're futanari. That's why it threw more slime on you. To keep you fucking, unable to flee…

"What did Ms. Lindon taste like, Kat? Look like?" Yoshiko's lusts were bursting. The ghost's words were a minor buzz in her thoughts. Her universe was Kat and her cock spurting cum between their bellies. She hated Kat and desired her all at the same time. "Tell me what it was like to be forced to lick a lesbian's cunt."

"Her pussy was so pink and juicy," Kat moaned, her thrusts so hard, her face twisting with pleasure. "Soooo juicy. I almost came when I took my first lick of her pussy. My first pussy. She tasted so spicy. So different from my own pussy."

"Oh, you are so lucky," Yoshiko said. "I want to lick her pussy. I want to devour her cunt."

"Yes, yes, yes," Kat moaned and buried her cock deep into Yoshiko's snatch over and over, the friction keeping her orgasm bursting out of her dick, her cum staining their bodies. "It was so wonderful."

"Tell me! Every detail!"

Such excitement burned through Yoshiko. She couldn't believe how aroused she was, how much she wanted to know. She wanted to lick Ms. Lindon's pussy so badly. She had such a crush on the elegant teacher.

"I didn't know what I was doing," Kat moaned. "So she told me. She instructed me how to lick her, finger her, how to nuzzle her clit and suck on her labia. I licked her sour asshole, swirling my tongue around her sphincter, rimming her before I went back to her pussy. My tongue kept flailing across her sex, diving into her folds."

"You're so lucky," panted Yoshiko, imagining it.

"I licked her until she came," gasped Kat, her body shuddering. She slammed her cock all the way into Yoshiko. "And I drank down all her yummy juices!"

Cum spurted into Yoshiko's depths. Hot, thick, filling her up. The futanari's spasming pussy writhed about the girl-dick, her body eager for every drop. The pair heaved together, nipples kissing, both their dicks unloading in cum.

"Keep cumming in my pussy," moaned Ms. Lindon.

Yoshiko's head snapped around. "It's Ms. Lindon. She's right over there. I can lick her pussy."

Thick, white monster cum poured out around Ms. Lindon's pussy. It was like foamy seawater left on the sands. The slime on her breasts and her lips burned hot. And suddenly she was pushing Kat off of her.

Kat grunted as Yoshiko rose. Cum spilled out of her pussy. More dribbled across her stomach, reaching her thick bush and tangling in the hair adorning her pudenda. Her huge tits bounced as she took her first step towards the monster, her dick so hard.

"KAI!" Its tentacles writhed. A tongue licked its hungry maw. "FUTANARI!"

…Run!…Driving naked was a new experience for Chris. Especially as a girl. Her tits bounced before her, sometimes slapping her arms or the steering wheel as she raced down the winding, gravel road from the overlook.

"Did a ghost just talk to you on the phone?" Chris asked, hitting the brakes with her sock-clad foot while turning the Prius's wheels. The electric engine made not a sound as he took the turn hard.

Lori gasped in the back, sliding across the seat into the door. "Chris!"

"Sorry," she said, hitting the gas and taking off down the paved road back into Redwood, the small town they lived in. "But was that really a ghost?"

"Yes. Sayuri-chan. We have to hurry. That thing is going for Yoshiko."

"Yeah," Chris nodded. She had seen the tentacle monster once before. It had grabbed Mariah, her African-American art project partner, only an hour or so ago. When Chris went to the bathroom to jerk off—she was still a he then—and was gender-swapped by Mitsuko's mad ghost, the tentacle monster had attacked Mariah in the art room at their school. By the time Chris was rescued by Miyu, it was too late for Mariah. The monster had fled into some other dimension to fuck Mariah until it drained her of her life.

I hope she's still alive.

"What will it do to Yoshiko?" Lori asked, her voice breaking. The three of them had been best friends since they were kids, always hanging out.

Chris hesitated. She didn't want to tell her girlfriend what Miyu had said.

"Chris. You were with Miyu before she was possessed. What did she say?"

"That it's called Yokubō-no-Tako, a yokai. Which is like a demon. They can come in a lot of forms. This one looks like a demon octopus and it fucks women. Like Mariah."

"Your art partner."

Flashes of Mariah writhing in the purple tentacles' embrace flashed through Chris's mind. She had looked like she was receiving so much pleasure, cumming over and over, her juices squirting out of her pussy and pouring into the monster's open mouth.

"The thing was feeding on her pussy cream. Like it was the best thing in the world. Then Miyu attacked with her wand and a seal of paper. It drove the thing back to another dimension. Um, I think she called it Yomi."

"Dimension?" Lori's heart sped up. "That doesn't sound good."

"No," Chris admitted.

She slowed down as they entered the town, suddenly so aware that she had huge tits that were on display for anyone to see if they glanced into her window. She reached the first stoplight, squirming as another car pulled up to them at the light.

A man was in it, talking animatedly on his Bluetooth headset, arms gesticulating as he waited for the light to turn. Chris squirmed again, her clit throbbing as a strange heat washed through her. She didn't want to be seen by anyone naked, except Lori, but at the same time, her new body tingled, nipples hardening and clit wanting to grow into a futa-cock.

"Just run the red light, Chris," Lori snapped. "It takes forever to change and there's no one at it."

"But… Yeah, you're right."

Chris hit the accelerator. The electric engine only made a faint hum as the car took off. After a moment, the gas engine kicked on, and a proper growl raced through the car as they accelerated, made the turn, and zipped down the main street. They drove past their private high school's grounds on the left.

At the intersection, Chris took a hard left, diving through another red light. A car honked. An exhilarated rush shot through her as she drove past the wrought iron fence surrounding Redwood Academy. The main gates were ahead. She signaled and cut the wheel hard to make the left turn, her heart racing, hoping the truck in oncoming traffic wouldn't hit them.

It didn't.

"They must have come from that tree," Chris said, racing down the sidewalk to the front of the school. "Remember how Miyu bowed to the tree this morning. She came here looking for that yokai. She said something about the tree coming from a terrible forest in Japan. Aoki…something. But the ghosts were not part of the plan."

"Why would she be looking for it?" Lori asked as they raced down the walking path. Cars weren't supposed to drive through this. There was a parking lot on the other side of the school, but it would take too much time to drive around. Seconds were precious.

"Don't know," Chris said, fighting to control the Prius as one tire drove on the sidewalk and the other grass. The difference in terrain kept making the car want to turn and twist.

As they neared the school, an old redbrick building built over a century ago, she turned to the left, driving away from the main entrance. When she fled the bathroom after Miyu was possessed, she had ignored the quickest way to safety, instead running to the main entrance in her panic.

"What are you doing?" Lori demanded.

Chris slammed the car to a stop. It fishtailed on the lawn, grass spraying up. Lori gasped, Chris's breasts heaved. And then they came to a halt before the side entrance doors. Chris bolted out of the Prius, not bothering to turn it off.

"Chris?" Lori shouted, jumping out after him. "Wait up. Where are we going?"

"The bathroom where Miyu dropped her wand and ofuda."

Chris yanked open the side door, glad it was still unlocked. She flushed, remembering she was naked. The janitors were probably here, along with a few teachers or other students working late. Anyone could stumble upon her and Lori running nude through the school. But there was no time to get dressed. She darted down the hallway, her socks slippery on the waxed floors, but she kept her balance. Lori ran after. Chris rounded the corner and there were the doors to the bathroom.

And and farther down the hallway at the intersection of the main entrance, was the yokai. It held a woman in its grasps, waving her in the air above its open maw. Foamy cum spurted out around its tentacle fucking her pussy.

"FUTANARI!" the monster bellowed.

"Oh, that's not good," Lori gasped. "That thing's hideous. It like something out of those perverted hentai you watch."

"Yes, right out of La Blue Girl or Jiburiru."

"Well, come on," Lori said, snagging Chris's arm and yanking the gender-swapped futanari into the boys' restroom.

"Right." Every second is precious. Chris shook her head, the blonde snapping out of the trance that had her enthralled at the sight of the writhing tentacle monster. It sent such a strange lust through her body.

The bathroom looked the same as Chris remembered it. The last stall was open. Miyu's wand with a single chain of zigzagging rice paper diamonds and her folded seal, the ofuda, lay on the ground where she had dropped them. The wand was either a gohei or a haragushi—she could not remember what the difference between the two were. But she had seen items like them used in Anime plenty of times to fight demons and ghosts and other nasties.

Chris hurried forward to the stall. As she bent down to pick up the wand and ofuda, she swallowed. Phil, transformed into a girl by Mitsuko, lay dead, eyes bulging from being strangled by the ghost-possessed Miyu. Lori let out a shriek, jumping back.

"Oh, my god. Is she dead?"

"Yeah," Chris said. She bent down and grabbed the wand and the ofuda. Behind her, Lori retched into the sink.

Chris wanted to do the same. She closed the stall so she didn't have to look at Phil, and turned around, moving to her girlfriend. Lori's red hair spilled about her face as her body trembled. Chris grasped her shoulders. "Come on, Lori, we have to go help Yoshiko. Here, take the wand."

Lori's trembling hand reached out and grasped it. The chain of diamonds rustled as she moved. "What do I do with it?"

"Swing it at the monster," Chris said. "Or maybe the ghost will take it and use it. I don't know." She gripped the ofuda, a rectangle of folded rice paper with Japanese Kanji painted in black with a brush in a style of sweeping calligraphy. "I just hope this will work."

"Okay," Lori nodded, pale but certain. "Let's go save Yoshiko and Ms. Lindon."Yoshiko walked towards the tentacle monster. Unseen hands pushed at her, trying to keep her from going forward. Yoshiko grit her teeth, leaning forward and marching on her shoes, the only clothing she still wore.

…Please, Yoshiko-chan. Don't do this…

"Sayuri," Yoshiko groaned, her dick throbbing as she stared at the tentacle monster. Its tentacles writhed at her, beckoning. "I have to."

Appendages shot out, passing through the invisible ghost. They were rubbery and slimy, and Yoshiko shuddered in eager desire, wanting to feel them on her body so badly. She groaned as one turned into a sucking mouth, slamming over the tip of her cock and engulfing it like the tentacle was a hot pussy. Yoshiko gasped, her back arching as rhythmic pulses milked her dick. Her body shuddered, and she was lifted from the ground by tentacles wrapped about her waist.

"FUTANARI!" moaned the demon, sucking on her cock while a rubbery tentacle-dick rammed into Yoshiko's cum-filled pussy.

Rapture engulfed the futa. She tossed back her head, the pleasure pumping through her body. Her dick throbbed as her orgasm built and built in her. Suction cups latched onto her nipples, pulsing, making her nubs throb while other tentacles wrapped about her tits and squeezed them.

"So good," Yoshiko screamed.

…No, it'll devour you, Yoshiko-chan…

Something tugged at the tentacle on her dick, yanking, trying to pull it off. Small indentations pressed into the purple flesh, unseen fingers tugging. But they slipped, sliding down the appendage as the ghost fought in vain.

…You can't have her, Yokubō-no-Tako. I don't know how you escaped the shrine and Kanshu-no-Kami's prison, but you cannot have her!…

"YŪREI!" bellowed the tentacle monster.

A tentacle lashed out, striking the invisible ghost. Sayuri screamed in Yoshiko's mind. The drywall to the right cracked like a body had been thrown into it.

…Yoshiko-chan… Sayuri sobbed in Yoshiko's thoughts.

"Oh, yes, fuck me, tentacle monster," gasped Yoshiko. "I love it! Oh, Sayuri-chan, this is amazing!"

…It'll kill you…

From down the hallway, Yoshiko's best friend, Lori, screamed out her name as she ran naked beside an equally nude blonde.

As Yoshiko writhed in the embrace of the monster's tentacles, a strange thought flashed through her mind as she stared at the busty blonde: Wasn't she the girl Miyu fucked in the video? She kinda looks like Chris.

"We'll save you," the blonde shouted. "We have the things, Sayuri-chan!"

"Join me, Lori, this is so much fun!" Yoshiko screamed as her orgasm built.

To be continued…

Haunted by the Futa Ghost Eleven: Slimed by the Tentacle Monster

Haunted by the Futa Ghost

Chapter Eleven: Slimed by the Tentacle Monster

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen female Masturbation, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen hermaphrodite, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen hermaphrodites, Ghost, Monster, Tentacle Sex, Oral Sex, Titty Fuck, Anal Sex, Ass to Mouth

I was energized as I raced down the path lit by the half-full moon. Transformed. Changed.

Futanari.

I did it. I made contact with the great Kami Hangetsu, a deity both male and female, changing back and forth with the cycle of the moon. But when it was half-full, the Kami was both. And now so I was I. I had a dick. My clit turned into a hard, throbbing cock.

My Ōjo-sama would be so impressed. I promised her that I would find away for us to marry. Even though I was only a lowly miko, daughter of the priest of our village's shrine. But if I had a cock, I could marry her. Then she wouldn't have to leave me to marry another daimyo's son in a different province.

We wouldn't have to be parted.

I raced with joy, my new cock bouncing inside my hakama. It was so strange. It ached and throbbed. I wanted to masturbate again. Even better, I wanted to see Mitsuko-hime, but my Ōjo-sama would be in her father's castle. I couldn't go there tonight. I would have to wait for our daily bath at the onsen.

I couldn't wait.

The path wound out of the forest and passed our onsen. The air was chilly despite my excitement. I was shocked by how cool it was for a summer evening. I stared ahead and…

Something glowed. A great, yellow light spilled through the trees, dancing, wavering. Fire?

Was something on fire?

My stomach clenched as I raced down the path, my excitement forgotten. There was a fire. Was it the village or…? No. It couldn't be the shrine. No, no, no. That was impossible. The shrine couldn't burn. It had to be something in the village, an accident or…

I reached the path that branched off to the shrine. The fire burned in that direction. I could see the flames dancing over the red arch of the tori marking the entrance to the shrine's grounds. I swallowed, freezing for a moment.

What had happened?

I raced down the path to the shrine. I passed beneath the tori and gaped as the shrine came into view. The entire structure blazed, flames dancing through holes in the roof, the walls engulfed in fire. It spilled yellow and red light across the well-manicured grounds leading to it. There was something lying on the ground, a lump that—

"Otōsan!" I shouted, racing to the figure.

I fell to the ground beside the body of my father. He was dressed in his dark-gray hakama and white haori, the garb he wore when performing a ceremony. A gohei lay near his outstretched hands. He lay on his stomach, but his head…

"Otōsan!" I gasped in horror.

His head had been wrenched around, staring up at the sky, eyes wide, mouth gaping. Ugly marks wrapped about his throat, puckered like suction cups. Like the tentacles from the yokai trapped in the shrine. My stomach sank. I glanced at it and felt the malevolent energy.

Yokubō-no-Tako had escaped his prison. But he couldn't do that. Not so long as I danced the Kagura every Autumn and Spring equinox. And that wasn't until the next half-moon…

"No, no. How much time passed? Hangetsu, what did you do?"

When I awoke, the paper shide of my gohei looked like it had soaked in water then dried, the diamonds deformed, weathered. And the air was too chilly for summer, but not for the start of autumn. Had an entire cycle of the moon passed? Had it taken me a month to transform.

The roof collapsed in a shower of sparks as I screamed out, "NO!"

My selfishness caused this. My father's death, the escape of the yokai. Tears fell across my father's prone form as I cried over him. I clutched him, shaking. What had I done? What had I unleashed?

"Is that the priest?" a gruff voice asked.

I looked up to see a samurai in lacquered green armor standing over me, his helmet cradled in his arm. He knelt, his lamellar mail rattling. He stared at me, orange reflecting in the dark hairs of his topknot.

"Is that the priest, miko?" the samurai asked again.

I nodded my head. "My Otōsan."

He let out a sigh. "My apologies, miko." He glanced at the flames. "So it is true, the yokai escape the shrine."

I nodded my head, tears falling.

"It has come to my Lord's castle. It has possessed him." The man reached out, seizing my arm. "Come, you are needed for an exorcism."

"Mitsuko-hime's father is possessed?" I asked in shock. My stomach roiled. I wanted to sick-up.

The man nodded.

I had to go. This was all my fault. I bent down, grabbed the gohei lying beside my father. The wand had two shide fluttering from the end, the diamond chains swaying in the breeze. It was an instrument to fight evil. I tightened my grip, tears falling hot down my cheeks.

I had to fix my mistake as part of my restitution. What little that could be fixed.500 years later…

Nothing mattered more to Yoshiko than the feel of the monster's tentacles around her body. Not her best friend Lori running down the hallway naked, nor the blonde girl beside Lori who looked a lot like Yoshiko's friend, Chris. Nor the moans of Ms. Lindon already caught by the tentacles and fucked to orgasmic delight. And nor the little voice screaming warning in her head.

Sayuri-chan said to run. Why aren't I running?

Yoshiko was caught up in the aphrodisiac slime coating Yokubō-no-Tako's tentacles and smeared across her body as they writhed around her. It made her flesh burn. Her cock throbbed as the tentacle-pussy fucked up and down her shaft, sending rapture flooding to her pussy stuffed with the tentacle-dick. It reamed her cunt hard. The half-Japanese futa writhed, her huge tits bouncing as the pleasure shot through her.

"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned. "Oh, that's so good."

"We're coming, Yoshiko," the blonde shouted, holding a folded piece of paper in her hand, her large tits bouncing.

Lori swung a Japanese wand with a chain of paper diamonds dangling from the end. "Just hold on!"

"Fuck me, monster," Yoshiko moaned. "Yes, yes, yes."

…No… the groggy voice of the futa-ghost said in Yoshiko's mind. …No, it'll consume all your life essence. It'll drain you until you're a husk…

"FUTANARI!" the monster groaned. "HAMAGURI! MUSUKO!"

"No," Kat, Yoshiko's bully shouted. Moments ago, the pair wrestled with each other on the ground over who could fuck the other's pussy with their girl-dicks. Kat had won. Now she seized Yoshiko from behind, pulling on her. "I get to fuck the tentacles, not you!"

"Oh, you bitch," Yoshiko gasped. She groaned, pulled between her bully's grip and the pleasure of the tentacles fucking her cock and pussy. "Let go. I'm having fun! Stop being such a cunt!"

"I want to be molested by those tentacles." Kat's hard cock brushed Yoshiko's ass. "I want my dick sucked by the tentacles and my cunt fucked. Please!"Lori's bare feet slapped on the hallway floor, echoing as she raced beside her gender-swapped, futanari girlfriend, Chris. She gripped the wand in her hand, the paper chain fluttering as she sprinted as fast as she could. Her best friend writhed in the grip of the tentacle monster, her black hair dancing as she bucked and shuddered.

Then Kat Rollins seized Yoshiko wrapped up in the purple appendages. Lori almost stumbled in shock. Kat also was a futa, her huge cock prodding Yoshiko's ass as she tried to wrench the Japanese futa free of the tentacles' embrace.

Kat wasn't trying to save Yoshiko, but wanted to be fucked by the monster.

"Oh, she is always such a bitch," Lori groaned.

"And her bitchiness is helping Yoshiko out," Chris answered as they raced closer and closer.

Lori nodded, pushing her red hair out of her face. She gripped the smooth handle of the wand. According to Chris, Miyu had driven the monster off once with this wand and the paper seal held in Chris's hand right now.

But the monster also took Mariah with her.

Lori didn't want to think about that. She had to focus on saving Yoshiko from the tentacle demon. She closed the distance. It bellowed obscenely, still fucking Ms. Lindon, the English teacher, above its open mouth. Foamy jizz spurred out of her pussy as the thing came in her. The spunk was so thick and foamy, like suds washed up on the beach from the sea.

Lori reached the monster, swinging the wand at the tentacles wrapped about Yoshiko's body. The paper chain fluttered through the air as she let out a loud shout from deep in her guts, from the diaphragm. The chain arched down right at the tentacles.

Hope surged in Lori.

The paper chain hit.

Nothing happened.

"No," she groaned.

The monster flicked a tentacle at her. It struck her in the stomach. Heat flared through her as she stumbled back, the slime smearing across her body as it tried to seize her. Chris grabbed her from behind, hauling her back to safety.

"I can feel your boobs," Lori gasped, undulating as her girlfriend held her from behind. "Mmm, they are so big and juicy. You are so lucky. I wish I had tits as big as yours."

"You have to fight the lusts," Chris groaned.

"Mmm, lusts," purred Lori. The redhead dropped her wand, turning around.

Chris pushed her back. "You're covered in the slime. If you touch me, I'll be as horny as you."

"But I want you to be as horny as me." Lori shoved her hand between her thighs, her pussy so wet. She rubbed at her clit, missing her girl-cock. But that naughty, ghost-possessed Miyu had stolen it from her not long ago. "Fuck me! Get out your cock and fuck my hot, juicy cunt. I know how much you love my pussy, Chris."

"Fuck," Chris groaned as Lori shuddered, two fingers from both her hands stretching out her pussy. She fucked them in fast, loving the sound.

"Yes, fuck," Lori moaned, her pussy clenching on her four digits. "Let's fuck right now." She fell to the floor, spreading her legs wide. "See how juicy I am, Chris? See how hot my pussy is? Don't you just want to ram that big, thick girl-cock of yours into my cunt? I love your new dick. So much bigger than the one you had as a boy."

"Just… Just stay there and masturbate," Chris groaned and rushed at the monster.

"Wait," Lori gasped. "Please, fuck me, Chris!"Chris shivered in fear. She wanted to grab Lori and run, but Yoshiko needed help. Chris, Lori, and Yoshiko had been close friends since they were kids. When Chris was a boy, he never thought it was weird that Yoshiko was a lesbian. He never asked her to make out with Lori or demeaned her. She was just Yoshiko to him. His friend.

And now her friend needed help.

Thrusting the ofuda forward, Chris rushed the monster. She hoped the folded piece of rice paper, covered in Japanese writing, would be more effective than the wand. What if only a shrine maiden like Miyu can use these effectively?

"CHICHI!" bellowed the tentacle monster. A purple tentacle lashed out a Chris.

She flinched, moving the ofuda like it were a shield to block the incoming attack. A bright, white light flared as the tentacle surge at Chris. The rubbery appendage flinched back, the monster bellowing in pain. Hope surged through Chris.

And lust.

Droplets of slime peppered her tits, each one a small, burning point of passion. Her clit itched to sprout into a futa-dick. Chris grit her teeth, fighting the lusts. She had to advance on the monster to free Yoshiko and Ms. Lindon then drive off the creature. She couldn't give into her lusts and—

"I need that cock!," moaned Lori, seizing Chris from behind.

The blonde shuddered, her girlfriend's face burying into her pussy from behind, licking, tonguing. Sensations stirred through Chris. Her body writhed, tits heaving. The lusts she fought only intensified as Lori's tongue slid through her folds, teasing her.

Her clit sprouted an inch.

"Lori," Chris groaned, struggling to take a step forward. But Lori had her arms locked tight about the blonde's waist, her fingers reaching down, finding Chris's clit. "Fuck!"

Her clit throbbed beneath Lori's assault, swelling larger and larger. The redhead's tongue penetrated the blonde's pussy, swirling, stirring such lust through her. She gripped the ofuda, moaning and shivering.

"Yes," Kat gasped, seized by the tentacles. One turned into a pussy, slamming down her cock.

Chris groaned. Her futa-dick sprouted, aching to be engulfed by the monster's tentacle-pussy. Lori's hand stroked her shaft, the redhead licking and tonguing her pussy so hard. Chris shuddered, losing the battle against her lusts.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Yoshiko screamed in bliss, her pussy and cock both fucked by tentacles. She thrashed, her huge tits bouncing. Her round, blue eyes shot wide open, her arms thrown wide. Slime glistened on her body, smeared by the undulating, purple tentacles.

Have to save her!

With a surge of will, Chris stepped forward, pulling away from her girlfriend's grip. Breaking free, she lunged forward, throbbing cock and heaving tits bouncing before her. She thrust the ofuda at the monster. Tentacles flinched back, allowing Chris to press on towards Yoshiko.

"ĪE!" snarled the monster, sliding back.

"Yoshiko," Chris groaned and seized the half-Japanese futa's waist, hauling her back while shoving the ofuda towards the tentacles wrapped about her.

Lust surged through Chris. Slime coated Yoshiko and rubbed across the blonde's body. Gritting her teeth, the gender-swapped futa threw herself backwards, pulling Yoshiko free. The pair stumbled to the floor. More of the slime smeared across Chris's body, coating her boobs and cock. Yoshiko twisted around, her blue eyes wild with lusts.

"Chris?" she moaned, staring into her eyes. "You're a futanari girl now?"

"Yes," Chris moaned, their tits pressed together, smeared with slime and cum. Her nipples throbbed. Her dick ached.

The monster bellowed in the background, but Chris didn't care as Yoshiko kissed her hard. Their lips danced, bodies heaved, undulated, the pair eager to fuck. Chris's and Yoshiko's girl-dicks rubbed together, their nipples kissing as hard as their mouths. Tongues danced.

I'm kissing Yoshiko. Oh, my god, I can feel those big, lush tits of hers. I always wanted to touch them. Holy shit, yes!"Chris," Lori groaned, seeing her girlfriend and best friend writhing in passion. Her pussy clenched. She could fuck both their huge girl-dicks.

The redhead lunged for the pair. The monster bellowed. Purple tentacles lashing through the air. Lori didn't care. The two people she cared for most in the world were having sex without her. She wanted her pussy and asshole filled with their cocks, to be loved and fucked by the pair of them.

Her discarded wand fluttered up into the air before her. And then something pushed her back, unseen hands gave a hard shove, knocking Lori onto her ass. She blinked in shock, her lust-addled mind struggling to understand what was happening.

The tentacle seized Chris and Yoshiko, hauling them up into the air as the pair writhed together, kissing hard. Tentacles ran across their lush bodies. Lori groaned in envy as she scrambled to her feet, watching a tentacle cock squirm between the butt-cheeks of her girlfriend.

"No fair!" Lori gasped, rushing forward.

Beside her, the floating wand hissed forward. Unlike when Lori wielded it, the paper chain burst with white energy when it struck the tentacles holding aloft Yoshiko and Chris. The monster bellowed in pain, releasing the pair of futas. They fell to the floor, still kissing, their bodies smeared in cum and slime.

The chain whipped at the monster, driving it back from the fallen pair right towards Lori. She gasped in delight as the tentacles wrapped about her body. Suction cups squeezed her flesh while slime coated her skin. Pleasure flooded through her.

"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, writhing with Kat and Ms. Lindon in the tentacle's embrace.

Her eyes fluttered in delight as her feet lifted off the ground. A pair of tentacles seized her legs, hauling them apart. A thick, bulbous appendage slithered between her thighs and rubbed on her pussy, her clit aching.

She shuddered as the tentacle-cock penetrated her pussy. It slammed into her depths, stretching out her hole. The pleasure exploded through her body. Her orgasm spasmed through her, pussy clenching and relaxing on the fucking appendage.

"Oh, yes, that's so good!"

White light flared and then the world became dark, porous. Lori moaned, shivering as the monster dragged her through an empty void. For an eternity, she came on its tentacle-cock, floating above it wrapped by up its appendages, her gasps and moans soundless.

And then they were in a grotto. It was hot, steam rising around them, a pool of water glowing with purple light beneath them. The monster settled its bulk on the rocks, mouth open, holding Lori, Ms. Lindon, and Kat above its mouth. A Black girl lay in a stupor nearby, half in the water, her hands bound by green slime, her tits rising and falling as she breathed.

"HAMAGUSHI! OMENKO!"

"Yes!" Lori screamed, not caring what it said.

"So good," panted Kat beside her.

"Make me cum again, monster," Ms. Lindon howled, her brown hair tossing about her face.

The cock pumped hard and fast in and out of Lori's pussy. Her body heaved, tentacles caressing her. Orgasm after orgasm exploded through her pussy. The pleasure shot through her, hammering into her mind, leaving her gasping, trembling.

She loved every second of it. She didn't want this to stop. She wanted to keep cumming and cumming, to writhe in passion for the rest of her life. Her pussy spasmed about the huge tentacle-cock reaming her depths.

Another shoved into her mouth. The fishy slime made her suck hard, savoring the taste. She drank down the slime and the salty precum. It warmed her belly and shot straight to her writhing pussy. She came even harder.

Rapture.

Ecstasy.

She was just a thing orgasming over and over. She spasmed. She thrashed. Her juices gushed out of her pussy around the tentacle-cock, raining down on the monster's open mouth below. She had no thoughts remaining, her eyes glossy with unending lust.

It fed on her. It fucked her. And it wouldn't stop.

Lori didn't care. She would spend the rest of her life experiencing this bliss.Yoshiko let out a disappointed moan as she writhed atop the busty, changed body of her friend, Chris. The wonderful tentacle monster had gone. "No fair," she moaned, her body shuddering, her dick throbbing against Chris's. "Kat got to be fucked by the monster! And Lori!"

"Yes," Chris panted, her voice higher-pitched and feminine, but also so familiar.

Yoshiko's dick throbbed. She looked down at the blonde, gender-swapped futa, blue eyes so vibrant. "Wow, Chris, I never realized how cute you were before."

"I wasn't a girl before," Chris answered, her hands sliding down to cup Yoshiko's ass. "But I always knew how cute you were."

"You just liked my big boobs." She shivered, rubbing her large tits into Chris's equally big breasts. "Mmm, now I'm not the only really busty girl in school."

"This is temporary," Chris groaned.

"Then I better enjoy them while I can."

…Yes, yes, you two should fuck, get it out of your system so we can go and rescue Lori… the futa-ghost whispered in Yoshiko's mind. The busty, half-Japanese futa didn't pay Sayuri's words any mind. She burned from the lusts.

Yoshiko kissed her best friend. She, Lori, and Chris had been close for so many years, and now they could be even closer, intimate. Yoshiko's tongue danced in her friend's mouth, savoring the feel of Chris's plump, feminine lips. Her body shivered, their two dicks rubbing on each other, sliding, throbbing, aching to cum.

They moaned, savoring their kiss. Yoshiko knew there were important things she should be doing right now, but the slime—that wonderful slime—had her skin burning. Her pussy dripped juices down to her hard cock while Chris's body writhed beneath her.

Oh, she is so sexy.

…She is. Let's play with her…

Those were words from the futa-ghost Yoshiko could pay attention to. She broke the kiss, moaning, "Mmm, Chris, time for you to get molested by the futa-ghost."

"And a sexy futanari?" Chris grinned.

"Yes," Yoshiko moaned, her blue eyes squeezing shut as her dick throbbed against Chris's.

Then Yoshiko slid her petite body down the taller, athletic, and tan form of her friend. She seized Chris's large breasts, squeezing them. Pink nipples thrust from the tops of the mounds. Her fingers sank into them as she licked at one, flicking it, making it wiggle back and forth.

And then an unseen tongue did the same to the other. Chris's left nipple appeared to wiggle on its own, sliding back and forth, stretching then bending over and almost touching her boob. The ghost released it, giggling in Yoshiko's mind while the nipple wiggled. The blonde moaned her enjoyment. Her dick throbbed against Yoshiko's stomach.

"Oh, is that Sayuri?" Chris moaned, staring at her left nipple with glossy-eyed excitement.

"Yep," Yoshiko purred then engulfed Chris's right nipple.

The blonde, gender-swapped futanari let out a low moan. Her hips thrust up, humping her hard girl-dick into Yoshiko's stomach. Was her dick this big when she was a guy? No, Lori mentioned something about my dick being far bigger than Chris's,. But now hers is just as big as mine.

A naughty thrill shot through Yoshiko. This was so wild. She was making love to her friend who used to be a boy. Now Yoshiko wanted Chris's cock. She sucked harder on the nipple, cheeks hollowing, making Chris moan.

Sayuri copied Yoshiko, Chris's left nipple stretching as the invisible mouth worked on it. Chris shivered, tossing her head back and forth, savoring the pleasure unleashed in her body. Her dick humped against Yoshiko's stomach, leaking precum from the tip.

"Oh, you two are driving me wild," Chris moaned. "My dick's throbbing so hard. This is so hot. Mmm, yes!"

…So hot. The gaijin has tits as big as yours…

Yoshiko popped her lips off Chris's nipple. "Yes, she does. Mmm, I can't believe she used to be a boy."

"Yes," Chris moaned.

…A boy. How?… asked the futa-ghost.

"No, idea," Yoshiko whispered. She pushed down Chris's body, her tits sliding, nipples dragging on silky skin sending delight through the Japanese futanari's body. And then Chris's dick slipped between her breasts.

"Oh, I've always wanted to have my cock fucked by a pair of big tits," groaned Chris. "I love Lori, but her tits just aren't big enough."

Yoshiko's eyes widened. She stared at the tip of Chris's dick popping between her breasts as she knelt between the blonde's thighs. She licked her lips, nipples throbbing against tanned stomach. "People do that?"

"I gave Lori one earlier," Chris groaned. "She loved it. She came so hard. She showered me in cum."

…That sounds so exciting… moaned Sayuri-chan. Yoshiko shuddered, she felt a touch stroked down her pussy lips to her cock, the finger's touch light, trailing to the tip, reaching the crown and circling it. …Do it and I'll play with your pussy and cock. I'll make sure you cum so hard, Yoshiko-chan…

"You're so wonderful, Sayuri-chan," moaned Yoshiko, her hands squeezing her tits around Chris's cock. She loved how it throbbed between them, so thick and hot and wicked. The slime coating her tits made them slide easily up and down Chris's shaft. "Like this, Chris?"

"Just like that," panted the blonde. She sat up on her elbows, eyes smoky with desire. She licked her lips, hips shaking, undulating. A wanton purr escaped her lips. She arched her eyebrows at Yoshiko. "And don't be afraid to lick the tip when it emerges."

"Yes," shivered Yoshiko.

She worked her tits up and down Chris's cock, her nipples rubbing on the blonde's stomach. The dick's tip emerged from the valley of her tits, shiny with precum. She moaned, leaning down and licking the spongy crown, swirling about it and bringing a low groan from Chris's mouth. Her back arched, her tits heaved and bounced.

That encouraged Yoshiko. She was giving her friend pleasure. She slid her tits faster and faster, sucking, swirling her tongue, teasing the girl-dick every time it emerged from her breasts. She shuddered, pussy clenching as the ghost's tongue nuzzled at her folds.

…Mmm, you taste so good, Yoshiko-chan…

"I know," Yoshiko moaned.

"Know, what?" panted Chris, her big boobs shaking as she writhed, her pleasure building and building.

"That my pussy taste good."

"I don't know that," Chris groaned.

"You will," giggled Yoshiko.

"Fuck, yes." Chris leaned back, her hands going to her own tits.

Yoshiko shivered, watching the blonde knead her breasts. The half-Japanese futanari worked her tits up and down, her hips humping back into Sayuri's licking tongue. Yoshiko's dick swayed, the tip throbbing every time the futa-ghost's tongue slid through her folds, building her pleasure. A hand grasped her dick, stroking it hard and fast, sliding up and down. The tongue fluttered into her depths.

She groaned, pussy clenching while her mouth sucked on the tip of Chris's dick. Her tits slid faster and faster, her excitement building at the naughty fun. It was so naughty. Never in her life would she think of doing this with Chris of all people.

"I love being a futanari," burst from her lips, pressure building in the depths of her pussy.

"Yeah, it's fun," Chris groaned.

…So much fun, Yoshiko-chan…

Chris squirmed, her hips humping up, sliding her cock through the valley of Yoshiko's tits. The half-Japanese futanari flicked her tongue over and over on the tip of Chris's girl-cock, driving her wild. Yoshiko savored the salty precum, aching for the real deal.

Chris groaned, pinching her nipples hard, stretching out the fat, pink nubs. Her blonde hair tossed as she shivered. And then her hips bucked hard. Hot, white jizz erupted, splashing Yoshiko in the face. She opened her mouth, loving the cream splattering past her lips and pooling across her tongue.

She swallowed, moaning in delight as Chris's girl-dick erupted again and again. Some of the jizz rained on Chris's stomach, while other blasts splashed on Yoshiko's big tits or splattered her lips and cheeks. She loved the feel of her friend's futa-cum coating her face.

A hot surge of lust shot through Yoshiko.

"So fucking good," Chris groaned. "I love it. Oh, I gave you a pearl necklace finally. I've jerked off to your boobs so many times, Yoshiko."

"Oh, that was so naughty of you," Yoshiko groaned, sliding up her friend's body, leaving behind Sayuri's licking mouth. The ghost, still gripping her cock, guided the tip to Chris's pussy. "You need to be punished."

Yoshiko thrust into gender-swapped pussy, her huge tits pressing on Chris's pillowy mounds. The blonde groaned, her pussy clenching hard on Yoshiko's dick. The friction raced through her body, her back arching as she savored being inside her friend's cunt.

"Oh, yes," Chris moaned. "Fuck me! Fuck my pussy, Yoshiko."

"Never thought you would ever say that," panted Yoshiko, pumping her hips, working her cock over and over into Chris's pussy. "Oh, wow. Oh, you are so tight and hot. Mmm, yes. I…I… Damn."

…My turn…

Before Yoshiko could ask what Sayuri-chan meant, she felt the ghost's dick pressing on her asshole. She gasped, back arching as the futa-ghost's thrust slammed Yoshiko's dick deep into Chris's pussy. Hot, throbbing dick filled Yoshiko's asshole.

…Oh, that's so tight and wonderful…

"Yes, yes, yes," gasped Yoshiko, her dick throbbing in Chris's pussy, Sayuri's girl-cock buried in her asshole. "The best!"

"Yes," Chris panted. "Fuck me, Yoshiko. Pound me. I want to cum again and again."

"It's the best. Serves Lori right for being taken."

Chris just moaned, her pussy clenching down on Yoshiko's dick. That compelled her hips to undulate, pushing back into Sayuri's hard thrusts. The futa-ghost fucked Yoshiko hard, slamming into her bowels, her butt-cheeks rippling from the impact.

The hard thrusts drove Yoshiko to fuck her friend's tight twat hard. Her hips bucked and moaned, nipples kissing Chris's as the pair writhed together. The friction from her asshole and dick met in her pussy. Yoshiko savored it, eyes fluttering as the duel delights made her cunt clench. Juices dripped down her cock, merging with Chris's as she fucked harder.

"Fuck me, Sayuri-chan," screamed Yoshiko. "Oh, yes. Fuck me while I fuck Chris!"

Chris's hands seized Yoshiko's butt-cheeks. They slid across them, probing at her asshole. "You're gaping open, Yoshiko," Chris realized, her fingers swirling around Yoshiko's sphincter, stretched open by Sayuri's ghost-dick. Chris shoved her digits inside the hot bowels. "Wow. The ghost's fucking your ass, but I can't feel her."

"Nope," moaned Yoshiko, shuddering as her asshole was both fucked and stroked. The fingers traced the gaping circumference of her sphincter, teasing her while the dick plunged over and over into her. "Oh, this is so wild. I'm going to cum so hard."

…Yes, Yoshiko-chan. You have to cum to get all that lust out of your system…

Chris's pussy clenched hard on Yoshiko's plunging dick, increasing her pleasure while the blonde's fingers probed deeper into her gaping asshole. She tossed her head, pleasure crashing through her body. The pressure built and built at the tip of her dick. It wouldn't be long before she exploded into her friend.

Sayuri's strokes grew harder, faster, slamming into the depths of Yoshiko's asshole, occupying the same space as three of Chris's probing fingers. The digits fucked into her asshole, too, caressing the sides of her walls, two different frictions racing out of her bowels.

It drove her wild. Her dick throbbed in Chris's depths. Yoshiko's back arched, her nipples rubbing hard on Chris's. She drank in every sensation in her body, her stomach grinding on Chris's still hard girl-cock.

"Chris!" she gasped, eyes squeezing shut. "Oh, Chris, yes!"

"Cum in me, Yoshiko." Chris jammed her fingers deep into Yoshiko's bowels. "Do it!"

…Yes, cum in her…

The sensations washed through Yoshiko. They exploded in her depths. Her dick throbbed and pulsed. Jizz spurted into her friend. She drove into Chris's depths, unloading blast after blast of jizz. Her asshole convulsed about fingers and thrusting dick.

Pleasure boiled through Yoshiko's mind. Her eyes blinked over and over as stars danced before them. She shivered and writhed. Every pulse of her girl-cock erupting sent bliss shooting to her mind. Sayuri's thrusting cock kept her cumming, flooding Chris's pussy.

…Yoshiko-chan!…

Hot, ghostly jizz flooded Yoshiko's asshole, splashing into her depths. She could feel it pool for a moment and then fade out of existence only to be replaced by the next blast. She trembled, her dick spurting the final time into Chris's pussy.

And then she collapsed on her busty friend. "Oh, that was sooooo good, Chris. Oh, your pussy was wonderful."

"Glad you liked it," Chris moaned, pulling her fingers out of Yoshiko's ass. The blonde hugged the half-Japanese futanari and rolled her onto her back. Sayuri's dick slid out of her ass in the process. Yoshiko shivered, the floor cold beneath her naked back and ass. "It's my turn."

"Oh, yes, fuck me, Chris," moaned Yoshiko.

"I've always wanted to."Chris groaned as she slid her pussy off of Yoshiko's girl-dick. It was so hot to finally make it with her busty, lesbian friend. As a guy, Chris had jerked off so many times thinking about Yoshiko with Lori, the three having hot fun. First the girls made love to each other while he watched and then to him.

And now, as a girl, Chris had her chance to fuck the lesbian futanari.

Cum poured out of her pussy as she slipped her hips down, dragging her cock past Yoshiko's. The gender-swapped futanari groaned as her huge girl-cock rubbed on Yoshiko's hot, wet flesh. She rubbed it up and down with one hand.

"Beg, Yoshiko," groaned Chris.

"Please, please, fuck me," Yoshiko moaned as Chris rose, her tits heaving. "I want that big girl-dick in me."

Chris thrust into Yoshiko's pussy. Hot flesh engulfed her dick. Chris threw back her head, savoring the second pussy she had ever fucked. Moans escaped her lips as she bottomed out in her friend. She threw Yoshiko's legs over her shoulders, her breasts squeezed tight together, and drew back her hips.

And slammed in again.

Yoshiko's olive-tinged breasts jiggled. Her brown nipples waved. She gasped, pussy clenching on Chris's thrusting cock. The blonde worked her hips, pistoning her cock in and out of Yoshiko's pussy. With her legs spread apart, cum leaked out of Chris's pussy, dripping to the floor with every stroke.

"Oh, you're amazing, Yoshiko," Chris groaned. "Just as tight and hot as I hoped."

"Mmm, yes, enjoy my pussy," gasped Yoshiko, her hips bucking and undulating. "Oh, wow, you are just so hung. So huge. I love it, Chris!"

"Oh, yes, I looo—" As Chris said love, her mouth opened wide for the O sound, an invisible cock rammed in. Chris gasped, feeling a dick in her mouth that tasted of sour ass.

Sayuri's dick.

Unseen hands gripped her blonde hair as the futa-dick fucked her mouth hard. Chris moaned, tongue swirling as she plunged her girl-cock over and over into Yoshiko's pussy. Pleasure rushed through the blonde, her pussy clenching, forcing out more and more futa-jizz from her depths to leak down her thighs and puddle on the floor.

"Oh, yes, fuck her mouth, Sayuri-chan," gasped Yoshiko. "Mmm, good to know that Chris is a great cock-sucker."

She's talking to Sayuri, realized Chris as she sucked so hard on the dick in her mouth.

She hugged Yoshiko's thighs and plowed the Japanese futanari. Yoshiko's big boobs jiggled and her cock bounced every time Chris thrust into her pussy. The blonde savored the friction about her dick, pumping hard, sucking on Sayuri's ghostly dick.

The faint taste of salty precum filled Chris's mouth. And then something even stranger happened. The dick in her mouth rotate, like the ghost was spinning her body. And then Chris felt hot lips wrap about her cock buried deep into Yoshiko's pussy.

The lips sucked.

Chris's dick throbbed hard. Simultaneously, she fucked Yoshiko's pussy while Sayuri sucked on her dick, the ghost's head phasing through Yoshiko's body. Chris moaned about Sayuri's girl-cock, cheeks hollowing as she sucked so hard, her hips fucking, becoming almost a blur.

I'm fucking a pussy and a ghost's mouth at the same time. Holy shit, this is the hottest thing in the world! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Sayuri sucked so hard on Chris's dick while Yoshiko's pussy clenched around it. The hot, tight glove sent shivers through Chris. Her back arched, her hips thrusting even harder and harder into both cunt and mouth. A tongue danced about the crown of her dick. Silky pussy walls massaged her cock.

Damn!

Chris erupted.

The duel delights on her futa-dick were too much. Her cock erupted, flooding both the ghost's hungry mouth and Yoshiko's hot pussy. Chris groaned about the thick girl-cock in her mouth, sucking on it as stars burst before her eyes. Pussy juices gushed out of her cunt, washing out the last remaining jizz in her depths.

"Oh, my god," gasped Yoshiko. "You're cumming in me, Chris! It's so hot! I love it! Oh, yes!"

Chris felt Sayuri swallowing her jizz, sucking out the last of the cum while at the same time Yoshiko's pussy convulsed, massaging her dick as her friend came. Cum spurted from Yoshiko's dick, painting her heaving breasts.

And then hot, ghostly jizz pumped into Chris's mouth. She swallowed it, gulping it down as her body shuddered. She hugged Yoshiko's thighs so tight to her breasts, clinging to them as the pleasure boiled through her mind.

So good. I wish I could share this with…

"Lori!"

Chris threw herself back, fear knifing through her lust. Finally, the slime had worn off enough to let her think rationally. She scrambled to her feet, ripping her dick out of both Sayuri's mouth and Yoshiko's pussy, and raced towards the wall where the monster had vanished.

"Oh, god, Lori," she gasped, terror clutching her heart. She reached the wall, feeling at it, desperate for a way to push through, to save her girlfriend. "No, no. She can't be taken. She'll die, Yoshiko."

"What?" Yoshiko moaned, blinking, sitting up, cum splattering her tits. "Who will die?"

"Lori!" Chris whirled around, huge tits slapping together. "The monster. The yokai took her to Yomi. It's going to fuck them all to death. Lori, Kat, Ms. Lindon." She shivered. "Mariah may already be dead. And we're fucking."

…There is still time… whispered a voice in Chris's head, soft, sensual.

"Who was that?" Chris gasped.

…Sayuri. We shared fluids. I can communicate to you now, Chris-chan…

"Oh, god, please say you can save her," Chris gasped, tears falling down her cheeks as she smacked her hand into the wall.Outside the school, a new figure walked down the pathway towards the main entrance of Redwood Academy, gray skirt swirling about thighs stained with futa-cum, silky, black hair pinned up in an elaborate bun and held in place by an ornate, alabaster hair comb. She was Japanese, eyes dark and slanted, skin pale-olive. Her white blouse, disheveled, had a gray vest over it giving her clothing the effect of a school uniform.

Anger burned in the spirit possessing the schoolgirl. Malevolent thoughts focused of only one thing: revenge. Sayuri had to pay for what she did. The spirit, called an onryō, would see that Sayuri's treachery punished.

A shiver ran through the spirit at the sight of the lightning struck Japanese Pine Tree, its once reddish bark now a sickly gray, vibrant-green pine needles desiccating into browns and littering the grass around it.

Flashes of a rope. Of a deep, burning shame. Of a desperate need to seal something hideous. They assaulted the spirit's mind. For a moment that lasted minutes, her host shivered, groaned. She clutched her head, fighting to throw the spirit out of her.

"NO!" exploded from the ghost's lips. "NO! NO! NO! You are mine! You are honored to host Tōdō Mitsuko, daughter of Tōdō Hidenaga. Stop FIGHTING!"

The host screamed in pain, and the spirit took control. She clenched her hosts fists, eager to feel Sayuri's neck again. She had already killed her once today, but twice her former-lover had escaped her, refusing to stay dead. Teeth grinding, she marched into the school.

She would avenge her father.

To be continued…

Haunted by the Futa Ghost Twelve: Fucking the Futa Ghost

Haunted by the Futa Ghost

Chapter Twelve: Fucking the Futa Ghost

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Teen hermaphrodite, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen hermaphrodites, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, Ghost, Anal Sex, Oral Sex

My joyful night had turned to ash. Hangetsu, the great Kami of change and transformation, took an entire cycle of the moon to remake me. So I wasn't there at the shrine to dance the Kagura and bolster Kanshu-no-Kami in his endless battle to keep the dread yokai Yokubō-no-Tako imprisoned. It was my most important duty as the miko of the shrine.

My father was dead, and the yokai had escaped, possessing Daimyo Tōdō Hidenaga, the father of my love, my Ōjo-sama.

I had gained a cock, but the price was so high. Too high. I had just wanted to marry Mitsuko-hime so we could be happy together. But now… My father dead, and hers may well perish if I couldn't exorcise the yokai from his soul.

The samurai escorting me said not a word as we marched to the Daimyo's castle upon the hill. A bulwark of earth and wood surrounded the towering structure made of stone. I had stared at it all my life, but had never been inside. If my Ōjo-sama had not gone to the onsen to bathe, we never would have met. Never would have fallen in love.

The yokai never would have escaped.

I wanted to cry, to collapse in grief, but my duty was clear. I had to make restitutions for my actions. Mere apology was not enough to wipe away the stain of this dishonor. It required so much more than mere words.

"I hope you can do this, girl," grunted the Samurai as we passed the outer bulwarks and climbed up the hill to the castle. "My Lord is possessed by the yokai."

I gripped the wand in my hand. A gohei with a two shide, chains of paper diamonds, dangling from the tip. It was an implement of exorcism. My father had tried to use it to stop the monster, but it killed him.

"I will cleanse the Daimyo."

The guards at the entrances carried long pointed yari, the spears' long blades of steel glinting in the torchlight. They bowed to the samurai as we strolled into the castle, boots thudding on the floor. He led me deeper and deeper. We turned down a corridor. There, courtiers and their wives knelt along the hallway, fear on their faces.

"Through the door," the Samurai grunted.

A rice paper door lay at the end of the hallway. Shadows moved through it. I walked down the hallway, trembling. I could feel the yokai in there, see its tentacles move around the Daimyo's outline. A woman moaned, deep and sexual.

I shivered. This was all my fault.

Emotions overcame me. Tears fell down my cheeks as I passed by the courtiers and their fearful faces. I struggled to master myself. I couldn't fall apart. I had to exorcise the yokai and protect Mitsuko-hime's father. I couldn't fail her like I had mine.

"Pussy," the Daimyo groaned. "Bring me more pussy!"

And then my Ōjo-sama appeared out of a side room. She fell to her knees before me, her face painted white, lips bright red. Her silky, black hair was gathered in an intricate bun and held in place by her favorite comb, the alabaster one her father had given her.

"You have to save my father, Sayuri-chan," she gasped. "Please!"

"I will," I said, kneeling before her. "I'm sorry I took too long to return. This is—"

"You're here," she gasped. "That's all that matters. I had hoped your father would come, too… I saw the fire. I feared… Is he…?"

I nodded my head.

"I am so sorry, Sayuri-chan."

"No, I am the one who must apologize." I bowed myself before her, pressing my face to the stones, my tears forming small puddles. "For taking so long."

"Where have you been? An entire moon cycle has past. Searchers went into the cursed woods looking for you."

"My Lady, your father suffers," the samurai said. "You can…reminisce with the miko later."

"Pussy! Cunt! Twat!" bellowed the Daimyo. "Need more! One isn't enough! Pussy!"

I lifted my head and whispered, "I did it. But… the kami held me for a month, and… I am so sorry. This is all my fault. I wasn't present to dance the Kagura. That's how the yokai became free."

"But you can help my father?" Desperation shone in Mitsuko-hime's dark eyes. "Please, Sayuri-chan, you can help him."

"I can help him," I said. My dishonor would be corrected and atoned tonight. I rose, standing straight and tall, the bells dangling from my haori tinkling. "Do not enter until it is over."500 years later…

"No," Chris shouted, banging on the wall where the tentacle monster had vanished, dragging Ms. Lindon, Kat, and Lori to another dimension—Yomi. "Please, please, don't be closed."

Yoshiko's heart beat in fear as she stared at the desperate Chris. The blonde, gender-swapped futa fell to her knees before the walls, large breasts bouncing, and cried. Cum leaked out of her body, dripping down her thighs.

Yoshiko's cum.

Only moments before, the pair had been caught up in the lust churned by the demon's slime. Consumed by the lust, they hadn't cared that the monster had carried off Lori, Chris's girlfriend and Yoshiko's best friend.

She saved me and then the monster took her while I just fucked Chris. Yoshiko hugged herself, her large breasts pillowing against her arms. Cum leaked out of her, too. A mix of Chris's and Kat's. Before Chris and Lori arrived, Yoshiko had fucked her bully, Kat, turning the girl into a futa, too. Then Ms. Lindon, their English teacher, had caught them just in time for the monster to seize her.

It all became a blur of sex after that, her body poisoned by the monster's lust. She hadn't even cared what happened to her let alone around her. She had even been seized by the monster, its tentacle-pussy sucking on her girl-dick while its tentacle-cock fucked her snatch.

"What is going on, Sayuri-chan?" Yoshiko asked, her legs buckling. Chris's cries echoed down the hall of their school, Redwood Academy. It was after classes, the place deserted. "What was that thing?"

…A yokai called Yokubō-no-Tako. A dangerous monster kept imprisoned at my father's shrine…

"What's it doing here? Was it trapped in the tree with you and Princess Mitsuko?"

The futa-ghost touched Yoshiko's shoulder, the spirit of Sayuri unseen. Then the ghost hugged her, the tingling presence comforting Yoshiko. She tried to hug the ghost back, but her arms past through Sayuri's body.

…I don't know how Mitsuko-hime nor my soul ended up in your land. Everything is a haze before I sucked your cock and you sucked mine. Then it all became clearer. I was just…an impulse until then. An idea. I wanted to find Mitsuko-hime, I think…

"And turned me into futanari in the process," Yoshiko sighed. She glanced at the main doors. Beyond lay the Japanese Pine Tree that graced their school's ground. Once a magnificent specimen, reddish branches spread wide, pine needles a vibrant green. But a storm had raged last night and lightning had struck it, freeing the ghosts and the monster.

"How did it escape your shrine?" Yoshiko asked. "You said it was imprisoned."

…I know not. My last memories of my life is the day my Ōjo-sama took my virginity…

"That is not the last memory you have." Yoshiko turned around in the ghost's embrace, trying to find Sayuri's eyes. She had no idea if she looked in the right direction, but she felt Sayuri's smaller tits against her large breasts. "I saw past it when I entered your soul. You were fixated on that day, so happy, but I saw things that happened after the day you lost your virginity. Memories from when you were a futanari. I saw the fire."

…NO!…

Yoshiko flinched from Sayuri's outburst. It rattled through her mind. She thought her ears would bleed.

…I am so sorry… gasped Sayuri. …It's just that word make me shiver… …I don't want to remember…

"But you might need to. I saw it, Sayuri-chan. The shrine was burning. And your father…" Yoshiko swallowed. "He was dead. And then you were walking through a castle surrounded by retainers. I saw shadows moving, like tentacles."

Sayuri-chan trembled in my arm.

"And then, you were running through these dark woods, chasing Mitsuko-hime and…" Yoshiko shivered. "You were so scared, so frantic."

…No, no. My last memory was happy. We must have died shortly after…

"That really doesn't fucking matter," screeched Chris. She whirled around. "Lori is in there with the monster. Miyu told me the thing will fuck girls to death. Lori! So I need help right now. It doesn't matter how the thing got freed."

"But…" Yoshiko swallowed. "Maybe it does. How did that thing get trapped into the tree, Sayuri-chan?"

…Someone could have bound it in there, but there had to be something…holding it in. There had to be more than just the tree holding it in there. The tree is a natural object. Unless you saw it ringed with ofuda and a miko constantly dancing around it. The shrine in my village required two Kagura to be danced a year and it was blessed and contained a sacred statue…

"Maybe that was you and Mitsuko," Yoshiko said. "Maybe that's why you were in it. And when the town in Japan gave our school the cutting fro the tree, it happened to hold you three. And then when the lightning hit it, the thing was set free."

"Along with a pissed off Mitsuko," grunted Chris. "But that still doesn't help us get Lori back. Please, Sayuri. How do we cross over to Yomi to save her."

…The yokai fled to the World of Darkness?… Sayuri-chan shivered worse against Yoshiko. …That is very bad. I do not know how to enter that place. It is the world of the dead. It is almost as bad as Jigoku…

"So you can't get me to her?" Chris deflated, slumping against the wall. "Then she's gone. We can't rescue her. That thing will just fuck her to death."

…I am so very sorry, Chris-chan…

"Fuck your apology." Tears fell from her blue eyes. "It won't bring Lori back." Chris banged her head back into the wall.

Sayuri-chan gasped.

"What?" Yoshiko asked, her heart quickening. Her own tears beaded her eyes. She didn't want her beautiful, redheaded friend to die. Especially not fucked to death by a tentacle monster. It was something straight out of a filthy hentai.

…The wall… Sayuri-chan pulled away from Yoshiko. …There is something strange about it. A barrier…

Chris lifted her head. "A barrier. Like there's a doorway?"

…Yes… Sayuri-chan let out a wanton, lust-filled moan. …Oh, my, it is brimming with the yokai's ardor. I think I can open this…

"I thought you didn't know how."

…I am a ghost now. I'm not alive. Things appear to be different…

Chris was on her feet in a flash, big tits bouncing. Yoshiko scrambled upright a moment later, rushing over. Hope burned in her as she reached her gender-swapped friend. Chris looked so familiar to how she did as a boy and yet so different.

"How, Sayuri-chan?" Yoshiko asked.

…Lust… …The doorway is sealed by lust. I need your help. You two are closest to Lori. I can feel her energy. It is similar to your own. I need you to channel your lust through me, and then I can open the doorway…

"How do we do that?" Chris asked, her eyes so wide.

…I need you to fuck me. Your lust transmitted through my body can open the door. I hope…

"You think?" Chris demanded. "You're not sure. You want us to waste time fucking you when it might not save her?"

"Chris," Yoshiko said, shoving her hand down to her pussy. She stroked her clit, making it tingle, sending arousal fluttering through her body. "Do you have any other ideas?"

Chris opened her mouth and then closed it. She shook her head.

"Then we have to fuck the ghost." Yoshiko shivered, her pussy clenching, and then her dick sprouted, growing from her small, pink clit. The olive tone of her skin appeared, the tip flaring into a dark, throbbing, spongy crown. The folds of her pussy wrapped about the ever-growing base until a hard, thick girl-dick bobbed before her.

"Let's do this, Sayuri-chan," moaned Yoshiko.

…Yes, please fuck me with your wonderful girl-cock, Yoshiko-chan…

Yoshiko looked around, searching for any sign of the ghost, her dick throbbing, aching. Residual lust from the monster's slime pumped through her veins, slamming into the futanari hormones that had ramped up her sex drive. Her pussy clenched, juices and Chris's cum leaking down her thighs. She wiggled, letting out a whimper as she stroked her cock.

She had no idea where Sayuri was in the intersection. Not even hearing Sayuri's moans in her mind helped. They didn't come from any particular direction but from all around the busty futanari. She blinked, giving Chris a look, her futa-dick sprouting now.

…Why aren't you enjoying me, Yoshiko-chan?…

"Well…"

"She doesn't know where you are, Sayuri," Chris answered.

…Oh, yes, my apologies. I forgot. Turn to the right, Yoshiko…

She did, her dick and boobs swaying. She faced the wall where the monster had vanished. "Are you right in front of me?"

…I am…

Yoshiko reached out with her hands waving them before her like she walked through a dark room and couldn't see anything. It was so surreal, searching for a hidden body. Her fingers wiggled, stretched wide apart and—

She slapped an invisible ass.

…There I am…

"Yes," Yoshiko said, her hands exploring the round shape of Sayuri's ass. Her fingers dug into unseen flesh, bringing a moan and whimper from the ghost. A shudder ran through Yoshiko. "Oh, your ass feels reel nice, Sayuri-chan."

…Thank you… …I like your ass greatly…

Yoshiko's sphincter clenched, still a little sore from Sayuri's recent fucking. "I know. You've fucked mine a few times."

Yoshiko fell to her knees, her large tits and thick girl-cock bouncing, the shaft slapping her thighs. She pulled apart the futa-ghost's invisible butt-cheeks, leaning her face in, tongue outstretched, questing. She brushed Sayuri's thigh with her cheek, a tingle racing through her skin. She moved upward, finding the ghost's pussy.

Licked.

…Yoshiko-chan… gasped the futa-ghost.

A faint, sweet musk coated Yoshiko's tongue as she licked through the ghost's pussy, Her tongue wiggled out into the air, probing Sayuri's hole. The ghost shuddered, her hips undulating and butt clenching beneath Yoshiko's fingers. It was different than eating Chris's or Lori's pussies. The ghost's juices vanished almost as quickly as they coated her lips and chin. She could feel them evaporating away only to be replaced by fresh ones a moment later when she licked again.

But Yoshiko loved it. At her heart she was a lesbian, and though she had never been with a girl until today, she loved pussy. She used to masturbate to yuri hentai, cute lesbians loving each other. And now she could love Sayuri.

"That is so wild," groaned Chris, slowly stroking her cock, precum beading the tip. "You're holding empty air and wiggling your tongue like you're licking her pussy."

…She is licking my pussy, Chris-chan. And it is so wonderful. Mitsuko-hime would do this to me all the time when we bathed in the onsen. And I would return the favor…

"Damn, I would have loved to see that," Chris groaned. She looked around, nervous. "I hope she doesn't find us."

Yoshiko was too busy licking hot ghost pussy to care. She nibbled on labia, feeling ghostly hair stickle her face. Sayuri, even as a spirit, had the same thick bush Yoshiko had witnessed when she fell into the ghost's memories. She loved the silky feel on her lips, tickling her as she licked and lapped and devoured sweet pussy.

Her nose pressed into Sayuri's taint as she feasted. Her hands kneaded the ghost's ass. A shiver ran through Yoshiko. Feeling naughty, she took a long lick, flicking the futa-ghost's clit before sliding up through Sayuri's taint and between the cheeks of her butt.

…Yoshiko-chan, that is so dirty…

"You love it," Yoshiko moaned between licks and swirls of the ghost's invisible, puckered sphincter. The faint, sour musk sent a hot surge of delight down to her futa-cock and dripping pussy. She clenched, forcing out more of Chris's cum to dribble down her thighs and the length of her dick.

…I do!…

Yoshiko wiggled her tongue into her ghostly lover's asshole, the futa-ghost moaning in her mind. She savored the thrill of probing Sayuri's bowels, swirling, teasing, returning the pleasure the futa-ghost had imparted throughout the afternoon.

…Yoshiko-chan… …Going to cum…

"Good," moaned Yoshiko.

…This doesn't help Lori-chan. I need you to fuck me. Please, Yoshiko. I…

…Cumming!…

The futa-ghost's asshole clenched on Yoshiko's probing tongue. Sayuri moaned and gasped, bucking and humping. Yoshiko wished she could see the pleasure on the ghost's face, the simple joy brought about by an orgasm given by a friend and lover.

She's my friend, realized Yoshiko.

"This isn't helping, Yoshiko," Chris groaned. "Fuck her. We don't have time."

Yoshiko flushed. "Sorry. I got carried away. Is being a futanari like being a boy? Just so horny you can't think."

"I'm far hornier as a futa than i was a girl or a boy," Chris groaned. "Fuck her, Yoshiko. Give that futa-ghost a taste of your girl-cock."

…Yes, yes! Please, Yoshiko-chan, fuck my wet pussy and make me cum!…

Yoshiko rose, keeping her hands gripping Sayuri. They moved, sliding up to the ghost's waist. Yoshiko was half-afraid if she let go, she would lose the ghost. Her hard dick nudged invisible, wet pussy. Heat flowed down her dick. A wanton moan echoed through Yoshiko's thoughts.

She reached down, dragging the tip of her dick through hot folds, searching for the ghost's entrance. Yoshiko gasped when she found Sayuri's hot, sucking hole. The futa-ghost undulated her hips, pushing back, engulfing the tip of Yoshiko's dick.

"Oh, Sayuri-chan, that's so nice," Yoshiko moaned as she slid into the hot, tight embrace of the ghost.

She looked down, seeing through Sayuri's body and staring at her dick wrapped up in hot pussy. Her dick angled upward, guided by the hot hole. It looked so unnatural. Her cock shouldn't thrust upward to that degree. Her body shivered and her dick hardly moved, trapped in pussy.

Yoshiko drew back, fascinated by the skin on her dick sliding over the erect flesh beneath, gripped by the ghost's pussy. Friction rippled through Yoshiko, heating her pussy. She groaned and thrust in again, her dick sliding upward at the same angle.

"Shit, that is so hot," Chris groaned. "You're fucking her pussy."

"I am," Yoshiko moaned, feeling the silky grip around her dick. "Oh, Sayuri-chan, I'm in you."

…You are. Oh, Yoshiko-chan, your girl-cock feels so wonderful in me. So hot. Fuck me and let's rescue Lori-chan!…

"Yes!" Chris and Yoshiko moaned together.

Yoshiko's big breasts bounced as she thrust over and over. Her crotch smacked the invisible butt-cheeks of the ghost while her dick slid in and out of hot pussy. Yoshiko shivered, hands gripping Sayuri's waist as she drove her dick harder and faster.

Precum leaked out of her dick, coating the insides of Sayuri's pussy, leaving glistening streaks behind outlining the shape of her snatch. The more Yoshiko fucked her ghostly friend, the more precum stained the pussy walls.

"Oh, my god," Chris groaned. "It's like you're taking a cast of her pussy. Jesus, that's hot."

"Uh-huh," Yoshiko moaned, leaning her body against Sayuri as her hips picked up the pace. Her breasts pillowed against invisible flesh, nipples pressing into her boobs as they rubbed on Sayuri's back. Yoshiko's hands reached around the ghost, one squeezing a small tit, the other finding a thick, long girl-cock.

And stroked.

…Yoshiko-chan!… moaned in the busty half-Japanese futanari's mind while the ghost's pussy clenched on her thrusting dick. …Your hand…

"You like my hand stroking your girl-dick while I fuck you?" Yoshiko moaned, sliding her hand faster and faster up the ghost's dick.

…So much!…

Yoshiko could see her hand through Sayuri's body, gripping empty air. Shudders ran through Yoshiko. She fucked harder, hugging the ghost, feeling her incorporeal body, her dick throbbing in hot, wet, incorporeal depths.

The pressure built in her pussy, growing, swelling. It had to burst out of Yoshiko. She groaned, her head tossing back and forth as the sweet friction of the ghost's pussy massaged her cock. Her strokes grew faster, slamming soundlessly into the ghost. There was no smack of flesh-on-flesh caused by passionate fucking, just Yoshiko's moans and her tits slapping together as her back arched.

She slid her hand faster and faster up and down Sayuri's dick. The futa-ghost groaned, pussy clenching hard on Yoshiko's girl-cock. The friction burned hotter and hotter. Her snatch clenched, juices flooding down her thighs.

"Sayuri-chan!" Yoshiko moaned. "I'm going to cum in your pussy!"

…Yes, yes, please do! Cream my pussy with your seed! Let me feel that connection to Lori-chan through you!…

"Cum in her, Yoshiko," Chris moaned, her face twisting with hopeful passion, her large tits heaving as the blonde shivered, rubbing her pussy with one hand, jerking her dick with the other.

Yoshiko slammed into Sayuri's pussy. A groan shuddered through the half-Japanese futanari as she buried into the depths of hot, ghostly snatch. Her head snapped back. Her pussy clenched. Pleasure burst in her depths.

And exploded out her cock.

Rapture shot through Yoshiko's body, riding on the waves of ecstasy washing from her pussy. Her cunt spasmed as her dick fired blast after blast of jizz into the futa-ghost. Her moans echoed through the room, mind inundated with passion.

Her cum spurted against the ghost's cervix. It pooled at the depths of her pussy, a thick, creamy load of cum swelling with each spurt from her dick. She could watch it splash and swirl, floating in empty air as the pleasure shuddered through her body.

"Sayuri-chan!" she moaned, the pulses shooting rapture through her body.

…Yoshiko-chan! Yes!…

Sayuri's pussy spasmed about Yoshiko's cock, milking out the last drops of cum. The pearly girl-jizz floating in the air suddenly moved, flowing through the ghost's body to her dick throbbing in Yoshiko's hand. The spunk raced up the futa-ghost's invisible shaft and exploded out the end, shimmering with purple energy.

The jizz splattered against the wall. Waves of violet and purple rippled along the wall, outlining the shape of a portal, a misshapen oval the size of the tentacle monster. It rippled, almost becoming clear as Sayuri-chan fired the last spurt of Yoshiko's cum on the wall.

"Holy shit, that was amazing," Chris groaned.

…Yes!… the breathy Sayuri moaned in Yoshiko's mind. …But we need more. Chris-chan, fuck me!…

Yoshiko groaned, sliding her still-hard girl-dick out of the ghost's pussy, her body reeling from the force of her pleasure. She sucked in breaths, her large tits heaving as she stumbled out of the way so Chris could line up.

The blonde moved into place, her ass curving and round and oh, so enticing to Yoshiko.Chris moved up to the ghost, her dick on fire. The outlines of Sayuri's pussy hovered in the air, painted by Yoshiko's precum. The silvery, glistening smears shifted and swayed as the ghost shivered, still moaning in Chris's mind from her orgasm.

…Fuck me, Chris-chan!… moaned Sayuri in eager need.

"Yes," she answered, bringing her dick to the ghost.

The blonde futanari was so eager to ram her dick into the ghost's pussy, she didn't aim well. She just thrust forward. Her dick, dripping copious precum from her slow masturbation, grazed the ghost's bubbly ass, sliding into her butt-crack and right against her sphincter. Chris thrust hard, the gender-swapped futanari eager to save her girlfriend.

And speared into Sayuri's hot, tight bowels.

…Oh, wow… gasped the futa-ghost. …Chris, that is my butthole you're fucking. Not my pussy!…

"Sorry," Chris groaned, her dick sliding into the hot, tight asshole. She stared at her dick spearing into nothing. Feeling the velvety flesh but not seeing it save for the streaks her precum painted along the ghost's bowels.

"Oh, Sayuri-chan, you'll love it. I loved it when you fucked my asshole. Only fair it's your turn to get reamed." Yoshiko let out a giggle. "Fuck her ass, Chris."

"Yes," Chris moaned, drawing back, her big tits bouncing before her, ass clenching as the friction shot hot pleasure down her dick to her pussy then through her body. Her nipples ached.

Chris was loving being a futanari. She kept saying she wanted to go back to being a guy, but she had a huge cock now and a pussy and big tits. Lori loved her this way. Maybe this isn't so bad.

She drove her dick deep into Sayuri's asshole, the friction igniting fires in her pussy. Juices and the last of Yoshiko's jizz dripped out. The pleasure made Chris throw her head back, loving the feel. It wasn't bad at all.

"Mmm, you have a cute ass, Chris," groaned Yoshiko. "However you became a girl, it is sexy."

"Mitsuko-hime did it," groaned Chris, leaving out the part of the ghost trying to kill her right after.

…She made you into a girl?… gasped Sayuri, her ass clenching. …Why?…

"She also took away Lori's futa-cock. Making her into a normal girl. Into…you." Chris hesitated.

…Oh, that's so sweet. I was trying to find her and she was trying to find me…

"Sure," Chris groaned, her dick wrapped up in hot ass making it hard to explain. Now she had to save Lori. They would deal with the murderous Mitsuko afterward.

Yoshiko's hand stroked Chris's ass as the blonde futanari fucked the ghost hard. A shiver went through Chris. Her butt-cheeks parted. Yoshiko's girl-dick pressed at Chris's sphincter, smearing precum on the tight asshole.

When Chris drew her hips back, her dick sliding out of Sayuri's ghostly ass, her own asshole pressed back against the tip of Yoshiko's dick. The blonde's sphincter widened, stretching around Yoshiko's crown. Chris groaned, a shiver running through her body as the tip of her friend's dick popped into her bowels, stretching her out.

"Oh, fuck," Chris panted, shuddering. Her dick ached as it slid through Sayuri's asshole, her bowels taking more and more of Yoshiko's girl-cock.

"Yes!" Yoshiko moaned and thrust forward. "I'm fucking your ass, Chris."

The thrust forced Chris's dick deep into Sayuri's asshole. The blonde futanari's own bowels filled with Yoshiko's shaft. Hot, rippling friction shot out of Chris's bowels and merged with the heat coming from her girl-dick. They mixed and swelled in her pussy.

Her blue eyes widened. The gender-swapped futanari clenched her bowels down her friend's thrusting cock. Yoshiko fucked hard, ramming her dick deep into Chris's bowels over and over. The rhythm had Chris's cock sliding in and out of Sayuri's asshole, matching Yoshiko's strokes.

"Fuck, this is so hot," Chris groaned.

"Never thought you'd like it up the ass, eh?" Yoshiko moaned, her large tits so soft on Chris's back.

"No," Chris groaned, her pussy clenching. Juices flooded down her thighs as the duel sensations mixed in her body. They swirled and churned. They built, her dick aching and throbbing in the futa-ghost's asshole.

…This is so hot… Sayuri-chan moaned. …She's fucking your ass, Chris-chan, while you're fucking mine…

"Uh-huh," Chris groaned, seizing both of Sayuri's small tits.

They were firm and pliant. She found the ghost's nipples, pinching and rolling them, making Sayuri moan and gasp. Her asshole clenched harder and harder on Chris's girl-dick, the friction increasing, bringing her closer and closer to erupting.

Yoshiko's crotch slapped into Chris's ass harder, the half-Japanese futanari picking up steam. Her hands found Chris's big boobs, fingers pinching nipples. Chris rolled Sayuri's nipples as tingles raced from her own down to her pussy and cock.

All the sensations mixed and swirled in her. Chris's eyes rolled back into her head. She writhed between her invisible lover and her visible. Her asshole clenched down on the dick reaming her while her cock ached in Sayuri's hot, tight bowels.

"Oh, god," Chris groaned. "I'm going to… Shit, this so hot!"

"Cum in her!" Yoshiko moaned, voice so throaty. "Let's open a way to save Lori and Ms. Lindon and even Kat!"

"And Mariah," Chris groaned, remembering her Black art project partner taken a few hours ago by the monster.

…Yes, we shall save them all and defeat Yokubō-no-Tako… promised Sayuri. …So cum in me, Chris. Let's all cum together!…

"Yes!" moaned Chris and Yoshiko.

Her dick throbbed. Her pussy clenched. Her asshole burned.

Chris slammed forward, Yoshiko's futa-dick plunging deep into her asshole, propelling the blonde all the way into the ghost's tight bowels. Rapture shuddered down her cock. The duel delights of fucking and being fucked mixed, swelled.

Erupted.

"Yes!" Chris groaned, her bowels clenching on Yoshiko's dick as girl-cum erupted into Sayuri's bowels.

Chris shivered, writhed, her body convulsing while pussy juices gushed down her thighs. Pleasure screamed through her body. Her cum spurted over and over into the depths of the ghost's bowels, pooling in the air, the pearly jizz swirling with each new blast of cum.

"Chris!" Yoshiko moaned, pinching Chris's nipples hard as her girl-dick unloaded.

Chris savored the hot flood of futa-jizz into her bowels, her convulsing flesh milking her friend's dick. A moment later, Sayuri's asshole clenched and spasmed. Chris's cum moved through the ghost's body like Yoshiko's had, racing to the invisible cock and then exploding out with violet luminescences to splatter the wall.

The barrier groaned and wavered. Glowing, purple cracks radiated out from her cum sizzling against the wall. The air shimmered, and then a portal into a yawning darkness appeared.

"We did it!" Yoshiko gasped.

"SAYURI-CHAN!"

Yoshiko screamed. Her cock ripped out of Chris's asshole. The blonde futanari whirled, her dick popping out of the ghost's ass. Miyu had arrived, her face a mask of fury, fingers about Yoshiko's throat. She threw the busty futanari to the ground. Yoshiko rolled, coughing.

"SAYURI-CHAN!" the ghost screamed again, fixating on Chris with fury. She spat something in Japanese then seized Chris.

The blonde tried to run, but Miyu moved so fast. In a blink of the eye, Chris found herself thrown onto her back, the wind knocked from her lungs. Before she could move, Miyu slammed her pussy, full of Lori's final load of girl jizz, down on Chris's cock.

Bliss shot down Chris's dick as she coughed for breath. Then she groaned in pleasure as Miyu pumped her hips, her glasses slipping down her nose. Moans and gasps escaped her lips. She spoke with two different voices—her own and Mitsuko's. Hands grabbed Chris's tits, squeezing hard.

…What are you doing, Mitsuko-hime?… Sayuri gasped. …Why are you saying those horrible things?…

"She's mad," Chris groaned. "She's angry at you, Sayuri."

…Why? Talk to me, Mitsuko-hime…

"Chris?" Yoshiko groaned, rolling upright. "What's going on?"

"Mitsuko will turn me into a girl," Chris groaned, "then kill me."

"But that's Miyu, not the princess's ghost."

…Possession?… gasped Sayuri-chan.

Miyu, the Japanese schoolgirl who had just transferred to their school, moaned, her body lithe and petite, her eyes slanted, hair black silk like Yoshiko's. She wore a gray skirt and vest, a white blouse beneath, her school uniform from Japan. Her hair was done up in a complicated bun, held in place by an alabaster hairpin.

"She's going to kill you, Chris?" Yoshiko gasped.

"Yes!" gasped Chris, face twisting as she fought her pleasure.

…Mitsuko-hime, why are you possessing her?…

Chris groaned. Miyu's pussy so tight, so wet.

…Please, Mitsuko-hime, I'm right here, that's not me. Why are you so angry with me?…

The fabric of Miyu's uniform moved like unseen hands touched it. Hope surged in Chris as Sayuri tied to pull off Miyu. Then the blue ball of light, the hitodama, appeared and light exploded. Sayuri screamed through Chris's mind as the blonde fought the pleasure of Miyu's pussy sliding up and down her girl-cock.

…Mitsuko-hime… Shock thickened Sayuri's words. …You've become an onryō! Why?…

"Onryō?" Yoshiko asked.

…A vengeful ghost. Someone who died by violence or suicide, and now their spirit can't let go. They kill…

"I know," Chris groaned. "She already killed Phil."

Yoshiko gasped. Then she scrambled to her feet and raced towards Chris. Her big breasts bounced as she darted forward, long hair sweeping about her shoulders. Yoshiko's round, blue eyes shone with determination.

The hitodama surged forward. Yoshiko gasped, thrown back and falling on her backside, rolling into the wall. She groaned, shaking her head, rubbing her ass as she struggled back up. The hitodama danced around Chris and Miyu, a shield.

"Please, Sayuri-chan," Chris groaned, staring at the portal. It was open. It was right there. They were so close. "You have to stop her. You're a miko."

Chris grit her teeth, fighting the pleasure of Miyu's pussy sliding up and down her dick. But it was so hard. Miyu's fingers found Chris's fat, pink nipples, pulling and pinching them, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

"Please! I can't hold out forever!"Yoshiko's ass felt bruise as she gained her feet, her heart thudding. She didn't know what to do. Miyu moaned and gasped in Japanese, speaking with two voices. They sounded so angry, so cruel. She had to do something. She looked around for the paper seal Chris had used on the monster. It had driven it back.

Instead, the wand rose, the chain of diamonds fluttering behind it. The wand floated across the room and then lashed out at the hitodama. Sayuri's chanted, her voice sonorous and stately, sounding like traditional, Japanese music. Bells tinkled through Yoshiko's mind.

"Yes, yes, save her," Yoshiko groaned.

"Please," Chris panted, her face clenched. "Can't cum. Don't cum. Think of…of…baseball."

"Yes," Yoshiko cheered, bouncing up and down. "Don't think of sex."

"Don't bounce those big tits up and down," Chris groaned, wrenching her gaze away.

Yoshiko flushed, glancing down at her tits.

The chain of diamonds flared white as Sayuri struck the hitodama over and over. But the ball of glowing light, resembling ball lightning, didn't flinch away. It met each lash with pulses of blue light, strobing the room.

…I can't affect it. I'm a spirit, not alive. And Mitsuko-hime is hiding in the girl's body…

"Miyu," Yoshiko said.

"Maybe…you should possess…Yoshiko," Chris groaned. "Fuck. Don't cum. Don't cum."

…How?… Sayuri asked.

"Mitsuko did it by sucking Miyu's cock and making her cum," Chris groaned.

The wand fell to the ground. A moment later, Yoshiko gasped, hot lips sucking at her clit. In her fright, her dick had shrunken back to the little nub. The ghost's tongue swirled about her clit, making her ache and throb. Her head snapped back, pussy clenching.

Her dick sprouted. Yoshiko didn't fight it. She had to cum as fast as possible. Her girl-cock swelled before her into the ghost's unseen mouth. Yoshiko shivered, eyes rolling back into her head as Sayuri sucked and swirled her tongue.

"That's it," Yoshiko moaned. "Mmm, make me cum. I want to flood that naughty mouth of yours."

"Yes," Chris groaned. "It's so sexy. Cum in the ghost's mouth."

"SAYURI-CHAN!" bellowed Miyu, back arched, riding Chris harder and faster.

Don't focus on that, Yoshiko told herself. Focus on Sayuri's mouth sucking your cock, Yoshiko. Come on. You have to cum.

Her dick blossomed to its full girth and Sayuri sucked with a hard, sloppy passion. She deep-throated Yoshiko's dick, bobbing up and down, sucking, tongue swirling, doing everything she could to make Yoshiko erupted.

Pleasure fluttered down her dick to her pussy. It clenched, growing juicer and juicer. Yoshiko tried to concentrate on the sucking, on cumming. She tried to force the futa-jizz out of her. She squeezed her eyes shut, the pleasure so hot and thick.

"Cum, Yoshiko!" Chris groaned. "Please!"

There was so much pressure on her. Yoshiko whimpered. She had to focus on her pleasure. She had to cum. Her hips moved, sliding her dick in and out of the ghost's sucking mouth, increasing the pleasure shooting through her.

But it wasn't enough. She needed more.

"Sayuri-chan… I need something…"

…This!…

Fingers reamed Yoshiko's pussy. Three of them, spreading her flesh apart. Her blue eyes widened, pleasure shivering through her. Her fingers pinched her throbbing nipples as Sayuri wiggled in her depths, stimulating her. The pleasure shot to the tip of her cock.

She thrust harder into the futa-ghost's mouth. She slid down Sayuri's throat. Hot, tight pleasure engulfed the entirety of her dick. The ghost sucked hard, soundless moans humming around Yoshiko's dick.

Her orgasm swelled.

"Hurry!" Chris groaned.

"That's not helping," panted Yoshiko. She rolled her nipples harder, concentrating on her pleasure, trying not to focus on poor Chris.

If I don't cum, the ghost will strangle her. I have to cum. Please, cum.

She shivered, so close to erupting. But something held her back. She kept reaching that pinnacle, her body tensing, her cum wanting to spurt out of her dick. But it just didn't happen. Chris would moan or Miyu would hiss angry Japanese and snap her out of the moment.

Tears beaded Yoshiko's eyes. She strained so hard, focusing on the fingers reaming her pussy and the sucking mouth on her dick. Both throbbed and ached. They drank in the sensations. Her snatch clenched on Sayuri's fingers. Her dick throbbed.

Her cum swelled. Swelled. She tensed, ached, throbbed.

"Please," she whimpered.

And it retreated.

"No," she groaned. "I have to cum."

"Yes," Chris gasped. "I can't…hold out… Shit, her pussy feel so good."

…Yoshiko-chan!…

Three ghostly fingers shoved into Yoshiko's asshole. The sudden penetration shocked the futanari. The friction from her pussy and asshole being penetrated by the ghost's fingers raced to the tip of her dick. In a heartbeat, her orgasm exploded through her.

Cum shot into Sayuri's mouth, vanishing, merging into the ghost. The outline of Sayuri appeared like it had had when the ghost drank Yoshiko's pussy juices during lunch. The impression of hair appeared looking like an artists rough sketch. Every pulse of cum filled in more and more of the details. Black stained the hair. The pale-olive complexion of a Japanese beauty tinged Sayuri's flesh. Nipples dark brown. Eyes slanted and shining. Lips pink.

And then the ghost, solid, real, flowed into Yoshiko. She didn't resist as Sayuri invaded her soul. Yoshiko gasped. Her body felt fuzzy, tenuous. She swayed, loosing all control over her body as the ghost flooded her soul. Her knees buckled, about to collapse without her will, her entire body going limp.

And then Sayuri took over.

To be continued…

Haunted by the Futa Ghost Thirteen: Possessed by the Futa Ghost

Haunted by the Futa Ghost

Chapter Thirteen: Possessed by the Futa Ghost

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Female, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodite Masturbation, Teen hermaphrodites/Teen female, Ghost, Oral Sex, Violence, Anal Sex, Double Penetration

I gripped my gohei as I thrust my hand at the rice paper door. The roars of Mitsuko's possessed father resounded through it. Shadows moved. A woman moaned, the same throaty sounds that I had brought forth from my Ōjo-sama during our time at the onsen.

The sounds of pleasure. Of orgasms.

"You must free him," Mitsuko-hime begged. "Please, Sayuri-chan."

"I will," I told her, trembling. So much had happened. I was a futanari now, but my transformation had taken a full turning of the moon. So I didn't dance the Kagura at the autumn equinox and the foul yokai Yokubō-no-Tako had escaped. It now possessed Mitsuko-hime's father, the Daimyo for our province. The monster killed my father when he tried to stop it.

And now I had to exorcise it from the Daimyo and make restitutions for my mistake. I had to reseal the yokai.

"Do not enter," I told my princess.

Tears fell down her white-painted face. She looked like a princess even in her fear and grief, her hair styled in a complex bun on her head, held in place by the alabaster comb her father had given her. She loved that piece of jewelry over all others.

"Whatever happens, do not enter."

She nodded her head.

I wanted to kiss her, to hold her, to love her. But there were watching eyes. The courtiers of the castle stared at us. None could now about our relationship. And though I had gained a cock and could marry her now, it did not matter.

I had too much to atone for.

With a deep breath, I stepped into the room. Her father writhed on his futon lying on the floor covered in tatami mats. A woman floated in the air, wrapped up in shadows, writhing and shivering. She was naked, her round breasts jiggling, her head thrown back in pleasure. Her pussy gaped open, shadowy appendages ramming into her depths like cocks. Juices fell like rain from her sex, pouring into the Daimyo's open mouth.

He, too, was naked, his hand jerking his cock as he drank the pussy juices.

"PUSSY!" he howled. "Bring me more PUSSY!"

"No more will come, great Lord," I said. "You are possessed."

"The little miko, "the Daimyo said, only the voice that bubbled out was far too malevolent to be human. "I bet you have a pretty pussy beneath those hakama."

"I have more than a pussy," I spat out, stepping forward, the bells jingling as they dangled from my white haori. I wore my sacred garb. I wielded a gohei. The wand swept before me, the twin shide, chains of paper diamonds, flared bright and white with my sacred power. "Yokai, you do not belong in this man. You do not belong in this world."

"And you will stop me, little miko?" The Daimyo's entire body shook as the yokai laughed through him.

"I know your names, Yokubō-no-Tako. You are the Tentacles of the Depths, the Darkness of the Grotto, the Slime of Passion. I know all nineteen of your names."

He snarled. Tentacles lashed out at me. Shadows hissed from above and the sides. I gripped the gohei moving with grace and beauty. I danced the Kagura's power as my gohei lashed the air with brilliance. Shadows melted away as I swirled and spun, my feet stepping with precision, power surging out through me.

"I am a student of the Divine Dance, I am the embodiment of the Sacred Kami. I am the champion of Kanshu-no-Kami, blessed in his name on the day of my birth. My mother before me danced the Kagura to keep you barred, as did her mother and hers. And so shall my daughter! The blood of Kanshu pumps through my veins.

"You cannot stand before me Nightwater!"

The yokai threw the woman, writhing above, at me. I gasped as she slammed into me, disrupting my dance. Her weight carried me to the ground. I grunted, and she moaned. She wiggled on me. Something clung to her skin, oily and foul.

And arousing.

My clit tingled from the slime. My girl-dick sprouted beneath my hakama as I heaved the moaning woman off of me. She rolled onto her back, plunging both her fingers into her pussy. She reamed them in and out as I rose.

"FUTANARI!" bellowed the yokai.

The Daimyo now hung from the ceiling, his body supported like a marionette by shadowy tentacles, twitching as he stared at the bulge in my hakama. My dick ached and throbbed with such a need to cum.

"You serve Hangetsu, little miko?"

"Kanshu-no-Kami," I snarled and moved forward.

The masturbating woman lunged at me. She grabbed the waistband of my red hakama. She yanked down my pants, my cock popping out. Her mouth latched onto it. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. I shivered, groaning as the woman, maddened by the yokai's lusts, bobbed her mouth on my new dick. The slime coating my skin burned with more pleasure, the lusts trying to infect me.

"I will not succumb," I groaned. "I am Divine. Holy. I am a sworn miko of Kanshu-no-Kami. He walks with me."

"Your father said the same," the yokai laughed through the Daimyo. His tentacle lashed out at me. "Right before I broke his neck."

"He doesn't have the Kami's blood in him," I shouted.

White light blazed from the twin shide as I swung it before me, cutting the tentacles attacking me, the severed ends fading into black motes. I grit my teeth as I tried to ignore the mouth sucking on my dick, swinging my gohei. She bobbed her greedy mouth on my dick. Her hands seized my ass, clenching them as her tongue swirled about my shaft.

It was so good. My pussy clenched. I struggled so hard not to erupt into her mouth. I had to be strong. I had to exorcise the demon. My hips shook, my arms moved, my feet shuffling in place. I couldn't do the whirls and twirls of the Kagura with the woman's sucking mouth locked on my dick.

But I could still dance.

Power flooded out of me. It rushed through the room. Light blazed as my lips moved. I cried out the nineteen names of Yokubō-no-Tako, I recited the glories of my ancestor, the names of my bloodlines. White light swirled through the room, ribbons that rippled from the shide swirling above my head, severing the tentacles.

The Daimyo groaned as he fell to the bed. I drove back the shadows of the yokai as they tried to bleed out of him.

"You cannot defeat me, miko," he groaned. "I have his soul. You'll have to kill him to set me free."

"You are wrong!" I howled. "By Kanshu-no-Kami's sacred strength, the power of his mighty limbs, the strength of his…"

My words faltered. The woman sucking my cock shoved two fingers into my pussy. They pressed into my depths. Pleasure rippled through my pussy to the tip of my dick. My head sprang back. My snatch clenched on the probing fingers.

My dick throbbed in her hungry mouth.

I had to focus, but she took so much of my dick into her mouth. The Daimyo rose. Fresh tentacles surged from him. He moved towards me, not walking like a man, but like an insect scuttling on too many legs.

"That's it, little miko, cum in the whore's mouth. Flood her with your seed. Pussy, cock! I feed on it all. Give me your fluids!"

"Never!" I howled as my cock erupted.

Pleasure burst out of my pussy and exploded from my cock. Cum spurted into the woman's mouth. My pussy spasmed on her fingers. The pleasure shot through me as I lashed out my gohei at the Daimyo while the yokai reached for me.

My shide lashed the Daimyo in the face. Blood spurted.

I gasped in shock as the Daimyo crashed to the floor. My shide had hurt him instead of driving out the yokai. My eyes widened. I was cumming. Lust shuddered through my body, affecting my purity. I groaned, swaying as the final spurt of my cum flooded the woman's mouth.

"My Lord," I gasped as he screamed in pain, clutching the blood flowing from his ruined face. More dripped from the shide.

The door burst open. Mitsuko-hime entered. Her eyes widened. She stared at her father lying bleeding. So much blood. His body twitched. He gurgled. Shadows boiled around him while the woman kept sucking on my dick.

Mitsuko-hime glanced at me. Pain burned in her eyes. "You said you would save him! And you're in here, fucking a woman's mouth while he bleeds!"

"I…" Shame shot through me. I heaved away from the woman, my cock bobbing before me. I had to exorcise the yokai while there was still time to save Mitsuko-hime's father. "By the name of Kanshu-no-Kami, and through his blood flowing in my veins, I cast you out yokai!"

My gohei lashed down at the Daimyo, a ribbon of blood trailing in its wake. Mitsuko-hime screamed and threw herself at her father, covering him. Horror twisted my guts. The stained-crimson shide cracked across her back.

Energy exploded.500 years later…

Don't cum. You can't cum. Think of baseball. The A's are doing great this season. If they win the next seven games, they'll be in the playoffs for sure. They can do it. They can make it to the world series. They'll sweep the Mariners in the three game series next week. Just sweep them.

Chris struggled hard as the ghost-possessed Miyu rode her girl-dick. The Japanese exchange student's tight, hot cunt slid up and down his dick. She gripped him with her silky flesh. Her silky-black hair danced about a face contorting with pleasure while her hands squeezed Chris's large breasts.

Chris didn't always have breasts. Until this afternoon, she was a he. Gender-swapped by the very ghost that possessed Miyu. Through the craziness of today, she had gone from a boy to a girl and then into a futa. And if she came in Miyu's pussy, she would go back to being a girl. Having no cock.

And then the ghost-possessed girl would strangle her to death.

After the Mariners, the A's have a tough battle against the Blue Jays. But they can do it. They can afford to lose one game in their series. But that's it. Then they'll make the playoffs.

Damn, Miyu's pussy is so tight. So wet.

Chris's dick was larger as a futa than it was a boy. It even felt more sensitive. Her pussy clenched as she fought the hot, tight delight of Miyu's pussy sliding up and down her dick. Chris glanced at Yoshiko, pressed against the wall, the ghost of Sayuri sucking on her futa-dick.

Chris couldn't see the ghost. But she could see Yoshiko's cock moving and bobbing in strange ways as the futa-ghost sucked on it. The busty, half-Japanese futanari moaned, her round, blue eyes squeezed shut as she struggled to cum.

Watching them made Chris's dick ache. The tip throbbed. She groaned, fighting back the sudden orgasm about to explode through her. She grit her teeth, shuddering against the incredible pleasure of Miyu's tight pussy.

"No," Yoshiko groaned. "I have to cum."

"Yes," Chris panted, her feet drumming on the floor. "I can't…hold out… Shit, her pussy feels so good."

Her pussy clenched. She couldn't hold off any longer. She grit her teeth, fighting it, but that hot, silky pussy was just too amazing. Her cum swirled in her ovaries. The pressure race towards the tip of her dick.

Yoshiko let out a moan of delight.

Cum spurted from her dick and into the ghost's mouth, splashing around before fading away, absorbed. And then outlines of the ghost appeared. Hope surged in Chris. Her orgasm withdrew as she watched in awe as the futa-ghost appear, naked and sleek, her skin a darker shade of olive than Yoshiko's, her hair straight and silky-black.

And then the futa-ghost surged into Yoshiko's girl dick. The busty futanari shivered, swayed. She trembled as the ghost of Sayuri possessed her body. Elation surged through Chris. With the ghost in control of Yoshiko's body, she could exorcise Mitsuko's spirit out of Miyu.

And then we can rescue Lori.

Yoshiko's swaying ended. She straightened and then bent down, snatching up the fallen wand. It had a single chain of paper diamonds dangling from the end. Naked, her dick still hard, ghost-possessed Yoshiko faced Miyu and spoke in flawless Japanese.

Yoshiko knew only a few phrases. Like Miyu, it sounded like two people spoke: Yoshiko and the spirit of Sayuri.

"SAYURI-CHAN!" Miyu howled, her pussy clenching so hard on Chris's dick.

The blonde futanari groaned, her orgasm had only been delayed. It still boiled in the depths of her pussy. She was still so close to exploding. Miyu slid up her dick, the friction shooting down to her pussy. Her cunt clenched as she fought against her orgasm.

And then Miyu was off her dick and advancing at Yoshiko. Chris let out a gasp of relief. Her large tits heaved. She wasn't sure she would ever go back to being a guy, but she knew she didn't want to stop having a cock.

The pair spoke in rapid Japanese as they squared off. Then Yoshiko lunged at Miyu, large tits bouncing. Chris groaned, her pussy-soaked dick aching. She still wanted to cum. But now really wasn't the time.

"Kick her ass, Sayuri-chan," Chris shouted, turning, sitting up as the two ghost-possessed girls came together.

Energy flashed. White and black, meeting in powerful bursts. The blue globe of light, the hitodama, darted in. Chris didn't understand what it was, but it seemed to protect Mitsuko. Yoshiko had to whip it with the wand, driving it back, allowing Miyu to dart in.

Goose pimples rose on Chris's skin. She shivered again. Electricity tingled in the air. The ground rumbled as the two ghosts fought through their proxies. Miyu screamed, her words hoarse and throaty as she lunged in and tried to rip out Yoshiko's throat with sharp fingernails.

But the glowing wand held her back.

Chris looked to her left at the purple glowing portal. They had just opened it up to Yomi before Miyu arrived. Chris, Yoshiko, and the ghost were about to go through and confront the tentacle monster. They would rescue Chris's girlfriend, Lori, and the others taken—Kat, Ms. Lindon, and Mariah.

Shivering, Chris wrenched her gaze from the portal. All she wanted to do was to go through it. But that wouldn't solve anything. She needed Sayuri to fight the tentacle monster. She was a miko, a shrine maiden, blessed with divine powers…somehow. Chris didn't pretend to understand how it worked.

But Sayuri could defeat the monster.

We're coming, Lori, just hold on. Fear twisted Chris's stomach. The monster fucked women to death, feeding on their essences.

"Chris-chan," Sayuri said through Yoshiko. Only the ghost would have added the Japanese honorific to Chris's name.

"Yes?" Chris asked, standing up.

"I need you to distract the hitodama." Yoshiko's face twisted in concentration as she danced and whirled, slashing her wand at both Miyu and the ball of light. "I can't fight them both."

"Right?" Chris nodded, ready to help. "How?"

"Mitsuko-hime is obsessed with futanari. If you cum, it should attract the ball's attention."

"Oh, sure," Chris said and grabbed her cock. She felt so foolish. Now wasn't the time to jerk off, but she trusted Sayuri.

The blonde futanari stroked her hand up and down her shaft slicked by Miyu's cream. Pleasure shuddered through Chris. Her pussy clenched, juices running down her thighs. She had been close to cumming before, and her orgasm swiftly built as she stroked her dick.

Her cock throbbed every time her hand reached the tip. It was so different jerking off her girl-dick than her original. It was far thicker and longer. She had to really work her hand up and down it now. Sensations raced down her shaft to her pussy. Her back arched as the pleasure built.

"Yes, yes, yes," Chris groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. She pictured Lori on her knees, red hair framing her smiling face, green eyes twinkling. Lips wide, sucking on the tip. Loving it. "Going to cum so hard, baby."

Yes, yes, you know I love it when you cum in my mouth, he imagined Lori saying.

"Fuck," Chris groaned. Her back arched. Her tits bounced before her.

Cum spurted from her dick.

White arched through the air and splattered on the ground. Thick, white drops forming a line leading back to her. Another and another blast erupted. Pleasure surged through Chris. Her pussy clenched, juices flooding down her thighs. Her knees buckled beneath the pleasure surging out of her.

"God, yes," Chris groaned, loving being a futanari right now.

The blue hitodama danced through the air, making figure eights as it wavered, one moment darting for Yoshiko, the next heading for Chris's cum. Its light pulsed and flickered, crackling with lightning. Chris cocked her head.

Is that ball lightning? Is that what a hitodama is?

Then the ball surged for the ground. It landed on the nearest puddle of Chris's girl-jizz. The light pulsed as it slid along the floor, leaving no jizz in its wake. It was hungry, sliding through the cum, gathering up every drop on the floor.

Chris shivered. "You like it, huh? Just a little cum-slut there, hitodama?"

A dollop of cum, beading the tip of Chris's dick, fell to the floor and landed with a splatter at her feet.

The hitodama pulsed and shot across the floor at Chris. The blonde futanari gasped in shock, stepping back as the ball absorbed the cum on the floor. As Chris moved, her dick shook, flicking more drops of girl-jizz into the air. The ball noticed, rising, catching then following them to the source.

It engulfed Chris's girl-dick.

Electricity tingled up her cock straight to her pussy. Her cunt spasmed. Her entire body quivered, head thrusting back. Large tits bounced before the futa as incredible pleasure raced through her body. It was so different than anything she had ever felt, almost like a violent shock.

But it felt amazing.

"Oh, fuck," Chris groaned, falling to her knees. She didn't even feel the impact on her knees as her body quivered.

It was so hard to focus on anything but that wonderful ball of pulsing, sucking light on her dick. It quivered and hummed, sparking along her dick. Her convulsing pussy radiated pleasure through the rest of her body, the current inducing her orgasm.

Cum spurted out of her dick. The hungry hitodama pulsed rapidly as blast after blast of girl-jizz shot from Chris's dick. She gasped, stars dancing before her eyes. Her hands seized her heaving breasts, squeezing her pillowy flesh.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," Chris moaned, the word spilling from her lips as she writhed in passion. "You naughty ball of light."

The futa had no idea her dick could keep erupting. Five or six blast was typical. But ten. Eleven. Twelve. And each one accompanied by the powerful pulse of pleasure that swept through her body and had her convulsing and writhing, her eyes fluttering.

"Shit, that's good. Oh, damn, yes!"

The pleasure coursed over and over through her. Juices gushed down her thighs, hot and sticky. Her fingers dug deep into her tits. Her body shuddered, writhed, lost to the pleasure that the little, naughty, wonderful ball gave her.

It surged up and down her cock, fucking her, draining load after load of cum from her body. The blonde futanari swayed, stumbling back. She fell on her ass, hardly feeling the impact as the ecstasy surged through her. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her entire cock bursting with electric bliss.

"Fuck," she groaned, grabbing her new breasts. She squeezed them, loving their pillowy feel. They were so much fun to play with. "You naughty fucking ball of light. Suck my cock!"

The hitodama pulsed faster and faster, glowing brighter with every blast of cum it absorbed. The light strobed through the room, painting everything in harsh blues for a split second. Chris groaned, her hips thrusting up, fucking the entity, juices squirting from her pussy.

Her eyes rolled back into her head. Fingers pinched and pulled fat nipples. Pleasure screamed through her electrified body. Her pussy spasmed and convulsed over and over. The tip of her dick ached, growing more and more sensitive with every spurt of jizz.

In the background, Miyu and Yoshiko fought with light and shadows. Chris didn't care that Miyu's clothes disintegrated as the glowing chain of paper diamonds slashed into her, revealing her slim, petite form. Her breasts small, perky mounds that jiggled, nipples tiny, brown, hard.

"Yes, yes, yes," screamed Chris as more rapture boiled through her mind. Stars danced before her eyes. Her vision fuzzed. She clung to consciousness, wanting to hold onto the bliss the hitodama gave her for just one more blast of cum.

Her teeth clenched. Her fingers pulled hard on her nipples. Large tits stretched. Pussy juices puddled about her ass. Heels drummed on the floor.

"Too…much…" Chris squirmed. "Fuck!"

As Chris hovered on the edge of oblivion, lost to the ecstasy, the hitodama burst with light. It expanded like a star going supernova, rippling energy across Chris's body. It swelled, washing down the halls, crashing over Miyu's and Yoshiko's ghost possessed bodies.

The electric pleasure vanished. The hitodama gone.

A final spurt of cum shot out of Chris's dick and splattered her tits. She panted, shivering, her body electrified. She still ached. She still wanted to cum. Her gender-swapped, futanari body yearned for more pleasure. More rapture.

"Jesus, that was hot," Chris panted.You can do it, Yoshiko cheered from inside her own soul, feeling her body under the ghost's control. It was like she was paralyzed. She couldn't control herself, couldn't give her limbs any commands, direct any of her muscles.

But she moved, puppeteered by Sayuri.

Kick her ass!

"Mitsuko-hime, talk to me," Sayuri spoke through Yoshiko's mouth in Japanese. Inside her soul, Yoshiko understood it. "Why are you so angry with me?"

The girl, Miyu, rushed forward, her clothing in tatters around her petite body, her glasses slipping down the bridge of her button nose. Pure anger flickered across the face. A deluge of "Hate you! Kill you! All your fault! SAYURI-CHAN!" spilled from the ghost's words.

Yoshiko felt Sayuri's pain.

You can beat her!

"Please, talk to me, Mitsuko-hime!" Sayuri shouted. "I love you! What did I do to hurt you? How could I have hurt you?"

Shadows flew from the tips of Miyu's fingers, razor-sharp energy seeking to rend Yoshiko's flesh. The ghost was angry, tapping on the power in her host's body. Yoshiko understood, reading Sayuri's emotions and thoughts, that Miyu was also a miko, and her divine blood gave Mitsuko's spirit great power.

"Why are you an onryō, my Princess?" The pain in Sayuri's words made Yoshiko cry.

Or she would if she were in control over her body.

"PRINCESS?" howled Mitsuko through Miyu. A new face flickered over Miyu's painted white with red lips like a geisha.

Yoshiko remembered the brief vision of Yoshiko walking through a castle. In it, Mitsuko, her face painted identically to how it appeared over Miyu's, had fallen to her knees before Sayuri. She had begged the shrine maiden to save her father. That's it. Ask about her father, Sayuri-chan.

"Is this about your father? What happened to Lord Tōdō?"

"You killed him!" howled Mitsuko. "You promised to save him. Then you killed him and drove that terrible yokai into me! You destroyed my father! You told me you loved me, SAYURI-CHAN!"

Miyu lunged forward, shadows bleeding off of her. Yoshiko's body swung the wand, the burning chain of paper crashing into the shadows. Sayuri grunted, Yoshiko's body driven back into the wall. The anger bled off the ghost.

"You killed him!"

"No," Sayuri gasped. "No. I wouldn't kill your father. I love you!"

"And I HATE you!"

Blue light exploded through the hallway.

Even with control of her body stripped away, Yoshiko felt the electric lust surge through her body. Her futa-cock sprouted hard, thrusting at Miyu, brushing the Japanese girl's silky stomach. Her nipples hardened atop her large breasts. Sayuri let out a moan of pure lust through Yoshiko's lips.

And so did Mitsuko through Miyu's.

The possessed Japanese girl seized Yoshiko's dick, stroking it. Lust shone in Miyu's eyes. "THIS! This is why my father is dead! You wanted to be futanari."

"So I could be your husband," moaned Sayuri.

"And while you were gone, the yokai escaped! It is your fault, SAYURI-CHAN! YOURS!"

The force of the hate rolled over Yoshiko's body, pinning her against the wall. The wand fell from her fingers. Then the spirit-possessed Miyu leaned in and kissed Yoshiko's lips hard. The tingling lust from the blue explosion surged through her body.

Sayuri moaned into the kiss.

She's going to try and take my cock, Sayuri-chan!

She's driven by lust, Sayuri answered, kissing Miyu back. Their tongues dueled. Miyu's hands stroked Yoshiko's futa-cock, shooting pleasure through her busty body. She trembled in her soul, feeling Miyu's delicate fingers rubbing the sensitive tip of her dick. That's how I have to exorcise her. Through sex.

But won't she try to use her…ghost powers on me through sex, too.

Only through her pussy. That's it. I have to fuck her asshole! We never did anal. We never thought of anal. And yet… Sayuri shivered Yoshiko's body, moaning louder into the kiss with Miyu. That's why I've been obsessed with your ass. I knew this. I knew I would have to fuck Mitsuko's ass to save her. To unite our souls in a way she won't expect.

Then let's fuck her ass, cheered Yoshiko. Let's save your girlfriend.

Sayuri kissed Miyu back, arms wrapping around the petite girl. Small tits pressed into Yoshiko's big breasts, hard nipples nudging. Hers were three times as big as Miyu's little nubs. Shivers raced through her body. She trembled in her soul, feeling it all. The silky caress of Miyu's skin on hers. The slide of a soft hand on her cock. Tongues and lips working together. Kiss of nipples. Hot thigh rubbing on wet pussy.

Rapture. Wonderful, delicious rapture.

The electricity tingling her body demanded release. They needed satisfaction. Sayuri controlled Yoshiko's body. Left leg hooked Miyu's right, pulling, tugging. The pair fell to the ground, moaning as they broke their kiss.

Get her on her back, Yoshiko cheered. Let's fuck Miyu's ass. Oh, I bet it'll feel amazing saving your girlfriend.

"Yes," Sayuri moaned.

"I want this cock in me!" Mitsuko hissed, writhing beneath Sayuri. "Fuck me! You destroyed our lives to have this cock! Fuck me! Show me what is so great about it!"

"Oh, I'll fuck you," Sayuri said, reaching between the bodies to grasp Yoshiko's throbbing cock. She slid it down Miyu's wet pussy to her taint and nudged at her asshole. Precum leaked out the tip, lubing the way.

Sayuri thrust.

Mitsuko howled and twisted Miyu's body. Only the tip grazed her tight sphincter. For a moment, it widened, engulfing the crown of Yoshiko's girl-dick, but Miyu's movement popped it out. With a heave, Yoshiko's body tumbled over onto her back, Miyu pouncing.

"My pussy! You will fuck my pussy, peasant!" snarled Mitsuko. "I never should have loved such a common cunt! You were never worthy of my maidenhead!"

"I love you, Mitsuko-hime," Sayuri said, wiggling, trying to keep Mitsuko from impaling Miyu's pussy down Yoshiko's dick.

Keep telling her that. Get through to her. Yoshiko shivered, so tense as her body wrestled with Miyu. She wished she were in control as they rolled across the floor. Her tits heaved and bounced, her cock nudging hot pussy and tight ass.

Sayuri groaned, fighting to thrust Yoshiko's dick into the right hole as the ghost-possessed girls tumbled about the floor. They rolled into the wall, gasping, groaning. Yoshiko's dick ached so much. She wanted it buried into Miyu's asshole so badly.

Precum leaked out, smearing across Miyu's body. Her hot pussy juices dripped and splattered Yoshiko's thighs and stomach. Both became slipperier and slipperier as they rolled across the floor in their lust-filled struggled.

Yoshiko's dick found Miyu's puckered asshole.

Bugger her. That's it thrust my hips, Sayuri-chan!

The ghost did. But as she lunged Yoshiko's hips forward to drive her dick deep into Miyu's asshole, Mitsuko moved her host's hips. Instead of burying into hot, velvety ass, Yoshiko's dick slammed into wet, silky pussy.

"YES!" screamed Mitsuko, her face flashing across Miyu's.

"No," groaned Sayuri, voice thick with pleasure.

Miyu's pussy was so tight. So hot. So wet. So silky. With a heave, Yoshiko's body ended up on her back, Miyu on top, riding the big, thick girl-dick. Hot snatch slid up and down Yoshiko's shaft. Friction shivered through her body.

Oh, god, that's good, Yoshiko moaned. But you have to fight, Sayuri-chan!

"Trying," groaned Sayuri, bucking Yoshiko's hips, trying to rock Miyu off.

But that only slid Yoshiko's dick faster and harder through hot, silky flesh. The pleasure surged through her body. Her pussy clenched, her orgasm building in her depths. Sayuri groaned, Yoshiko's big tits heaving as the ghost tried to buck Miyu off at an angle instead, throwing her to the right or left.

"Oh, yes, fuck that cock into my pussy," Mitsuko moaned. "This is what you killed our fathers for. This cock. Oh, you think this is worth it?"

"No," Sayuri moaned, the pressure building and building. "Never. I would never want our fathers dead. I just wanted to love you. To be your husband!"

"Enjoy your girl-cock, SAYURI-CHAN! When it's gone, when you're a girl again, I'll kill you! I'll avenge my father!" Miyu's body shivered. "Oh, yes, feel how tight and hot my pussy is. Mmm, you love it. You love being in my cunt. This is the pussy you sacrificed so much for! This is the hole you craved."

"Chris-chan," Sayuri groaned. "Help, help. Pull her off of me. Yoshiko-chan's body is burning with lust. She will cum soon."

"What?" a groggy Chris groaned, her big tits quivering as she struggled to sit up, her cock throbbing hard before her. "What's going on?"

"I have to fuck her ass to save my Princess," Sayuri groaned. "But I'm in her pussy. She'll steal Yoshiko-chan's girl-dick."

"Right," Chris groaned.

Please hurry, Yoshiko shouted, forgetting she couldn't speak through her body. I'm going to cum!

So much pleasure roared through her body. Miyu's hot cunt sliding up and down her dick built the pleasure in her pussy. Her snatch clenched every time Miyu reached the pinnacle, pussy sucking at the sensitive crown. And then the ghost-possessed girl slammed down, her firm tits jiggling, wanton moans escaping her lips.

Chris rose, her large tits bouncing. She dashed towards Miyu from behind. Mitsuko, oblivious to the words Sayuri spoke in English, didn't realize her danger. And the hitodama was gone, defeated somehow by Chris.

"Got you, bitch," Chris growled, seizing Miyu from behind.

Though Chris wasn't a guy any longer, she was still bigger than the petite Miyu. Yoshiko's body shuddered as Chris ripped Miyu's hot, tight pussy off her dick, twisted the girl, and slammed her down to the ground on her belly, her butt-cheeks wiggling.

"Fuck her ass," Chris groaned.

"Yes," Sayuri gasped, springing onto Miyu, guiding Yoshiko's hard, throbbing dick between Miyu's butt-cheeks.

Sayuri found Miyu's asshole. Thrust.

"What?" gasped Mitsuko in throaty pleasure as Yoshiko's dick slid into Miyu's bowels. "What are you…? Oh… Oh…"

"It feels good, doesn't it?" groaned Sayuri as she draped Yoshiko's body over Miyu's back. The half-Japanese futanari's huge tits pillowed into the squirming girl's back. "You thought my cock felt good in your pussy, Mitsuko-hime, but you love it in your ass. Admit it, Princess."

Mitsuko shivered, groaning, clenching Miyu's bowels tight around Yoshiko's dick as it slid out. And then thrust in again. Yoshiko groaned in her soul, shivering, drinking in the pleasure of Miyu's hot, tight bowels. They wrapped about her cock, gripping it in velvety rapture.

That's so good.

"I love your ass, Mitsuko-hime," Sayuri purred, nuzzling at Miyu's ear. "Don't you love my cock up it?"

Mitsuko let out a shivering moan through Miyu's lips. Bowels clenched tight about Yoshiko's thrusting dick. Miyu's hips writhed, stirring her asshole around the plunging dick, increasing the pleasure shivering through Yoshiko's body.

The pleasure, already about to explode, swelled more in the depths of her pussy. Sayuri gasped with every thrust of Yoshiko's hips, driving the girl-dick deep into Miyu's asshole. Mitsuko moaned louder and louder, loving it.

"Sayuri-chan," she groaned, not screaming the name for once. "That's…that's…"

"Feel my love, Mitsuko-hime," groaned Sayuri, flesh slapping against flesh. "Let go of the hate. Let yourself be free. I am so sorry. But I love you. I can make it right!"

"You can't, SAYURI-CHAN!"

Miyu's bowels spasmed hard about Yoshiko's plunging dick. The Japanese girl came beneath her body, writhing, bucking, bowels milking her dick. Sayuri gasped, pumping faster and faster, feeling the same rapture that Yoshiko did.

The pressure built towards the tip of her girl-dick buried in Miyu's hot ass. The velvety friction swelled the pressure. Her orgasm came closer and closer. Every stroke brought her that much nearer to erupting. Yoshiko trembled in her soul.

Cum in her, she moaned. Let's flood her ass and save her.

"Yes," screamed Sayuri. "I love you, Mitsuko-hime!"

Sayuri drove Yoshiko's girl-cock into Miyu's asshole. Cum erupted. Pleasure spurted through Yoshiko's body as jizz flooded Miyu's ass. The pleasure rippled through her. White light flared out of Miyu's asshole, spilling through the room.

"NO!" screamed Mitsuko and darkness flooded out after the light, swallowing it."ĪE!" screamed Mitsuko through Miyu.

Chris's heart fell as darkness swallowed the flaring, white light spilling around Yoshiko's busty body. The blonde futanari, still stroking her dick, shook her head. "What happened? You came. Did you…?"

"She resisted, Chris-chan," Sayuri said in her own and Yoshiko's voice. "I need more energy. Miyu has just as much divine blood as me. We're at a stalemate." Yoshiko's ass still rose and fell, Sayuri continuing to fuck Miyu. "I need to dump more energy into her."

"How?" Chris asked. "Can I do anything?"

"Yes!" With a heave, Sayuri rolled Yoshiko's onto her back, pulling Miyu with her. Sayuri held Miyu tight, the girl squirming, still impaled on Yoshiko's dick.

The Japanese girl's firm breasts jiggled. Yoshiko's paler hands grasped them, squeezing. Miyu groaned, her legs spread wide, exposing her thick, black bush soaked with her pussy juices. Her pink gash peeked through the tangle of hairs.

"You still have the hitodama's energy in you," panted Sayuri, struggling to hold Miyu. "I need it. We have to fuck her together."

"I have to fuck her pussy?" Chris asked, trembling. "I'll lose my cock."

"Her ass. We both have to fuck her asshole."

Chris's girl-dick throbbed hard. "Holy shit, double penetration?"

"Yes," gasped Sayuri, her voice thick with pleasure and strain. "Hurry! Before she gets off Yoshiko's cock."

Chris moved to Miyu, falling between her thighs. Her eyes locked on the blonde futanari's girl-dick. Mitsuko said something in rapid Japanese, mentioning Sayuri's name. The angry ghost's face flickered over Miyu's face twisting with confusion. More Japanese spilled from her lips.

"What's she saying?" Chris panted.

"She think you're also me," Sayuri answered. "It's confusing her that there are two of us."

"What's wrong with her?" Chris groaned, sliding her dick along Yoshiko's shaft. It led her right to Miyu's stretched asshole. "Why doesn't she see me. I'm a blonde, White futanari. I look nothing like Yoshiko."

"Onryō see the reality that they want, not what it actually is," Sayuri gasped. "Hurry, fuck her asshole."

"Yes," Chris panted, pressing her dick at the stuffed sphincter.

Miyu's asshole stretched even wider. Mitsuko gasped, Miyu's face twisting with rapture as Chris's dick forced in an inch. The pressure was incredible around her girl-dick. She groaned, thrusting again, her copious precum lubing the way. She slid along Yoshiko's cock and into Miyu's bowels. Deeper and deeper.

Incredible friction rushed rapture down Chris's dick. Her pussy clenched as she grunted. Her breasts jiggled, hips bucking, thrusting. Her dick slammed all the way into Miyu's asshole, sandwiched against Yoshiko's hard cock.

"Holy shit, I can feel Yoshiko's dick throbbing against mine," panted Chris.

"Yes, it is incredible," moaned Sayuri.

Mitsuko panted in Japanese, humping Miyu's hips. Pleasure crossed her face, her eyes squeezing shut. Chris leaned over Miyu, her dangling breasts brushing the Japanese girl's small tits. Chris grunted, drawing back her dick and thrusting in again.

The pleasure burned around her dick. She and Yoshiko's girl-cocks pumped into Miyu's asshole, moving at different rhythms. The sensitive crown of Chris's dick slid through tight bowels and against throbbing girl-cock, pleasure shuddering through her body. She moaned, hips pumping faster and faster.

All three gasped and panted, moaning out their pleasure. Chris couldn't believe she was doing this. Double penetrating a girl with her dick. She had seen it once, a picture shared on a message board. Two guys stuffed into a girl's asshole. It seemed impossible.

It wasn't.

"Holy shit, this is amazing, Sayuri," Chris panted, her hips thrusting faster. "Yes, yes, yes, let's fuck your girlfriend back into sanity."

"Yes!" Sayuri moaned. "Oh, Chris-chan, I love the feel of your cock against Yoshiko's. This is so hot."

"So hot!"

Chris's orgasm built swiftly, the friction incredible. She gasped and moaned, driving her dick faster and deeper into Miyu's asshole. The pleasure shivered around her dick. Mitsuko clenched Miyu's bowels, pumping her hips, pleasure crossing her face.

The heat only grew. The pleasure swelling. Chris's dick ached with the familiar need to cum. It was even stronger with the hitodama's energy tingling through her, giving her power to dump into Miyu's asshole and help rescue Mitsuko.

Her eyes glanced to the portal. Then we're coming for you, Lori. Hold on!

Pleasure built and built in her depths. Her pussy clenched. Juices dribbled down her girl-cock, adding more lube to Miyu's tight, velvety bowels. All three gasped and groaned, their flesh slapping together.

"Iku!" moaned Mitsuko through Miyu.

The Japanese girl's bowels spasmed about Chris's thrusting dick. The writhing pressure forced her dick tighter against Yoshiko's. The pleasure swelled. Chris's hips pumped faster and faster. She moaned through her lips as Miyu thrashed, cumming hard.

"Let's flood her," gasped Chris. "I'm so close!"

"Yes!" Sayuri groaned.

They both thrust their dicks into the depths of Miyu's ass. And came.

Energy spurted out of Chris's cock along with her jizz. She shivered and moaned, her back arching. Her tits jiggling. Her eyes rolled back it her head as her orgasm exploded. Powerful waves of rapture inundated her mind.

White light flared warm around them. Bright, shining with both Sayuri's power and the energy from the hitodama spurting from Chris's dick. She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut, savoring the pleasure coursing through her body.

"ĪE!" howled Mitsuko. She bucked, writhed.

And then Chris gasped. She fell forward out of her body and into Miyu's, dragged along by the energy surging out of Yoshiko's dick. Sayuri's energy. Chris, her soul writhing in pleasure, gasped and moaned as she tumbled through darkness and—

She stood by a hot spring. Two Japanese girls were in it, one sitting on the edge of the pool, her legs in the water, the other standing in the middle, her hands behind her back. Both were young, fifteen, their breasts small and firm, their skin the same olive tone as Miyu's, silky, black hair falling about their shoulders and backs.

The one in the center of the pool sauntered forward, steam rising around her body. With a naughty smile on her lips, she purred, "Look what my maids procured for me."

"This is Sayuri's happiest memory."

Chris jumped, turning. Yoshiko stood beside her. "What?"

"We're in one of their souls. This is the day they took each other's virginities with the dildo Mitsuko's hiding behind her back."

"We've fallen into Mitsuko's soul," Miyu spoke, stepping naked out of another brush, adjusting glasses on her eyes.

"What, Mitsuko-hime?" Sayuri, the girl sitting on the edge of the hot springs, asked.

"Now what?" groaned Chris. "How are we supposed to save Lori now?"Lori gasped and moaned. The redhead thrashed in ecstasy as the tentacle cocks pumped in and out of her asshole, pussy, and mouth. She drank down the foamy cum spurting from the tip of the dick, flooding about her mouth.

She shivered, another orgasm bursting through her as she dangled over her monstrous lover. Her pussy juices squirted out around her cock, raining down into the monster's open mouth. It bellowed in Japanese, savoring her cream.

The pleasure raced through her body. She had cum so much. So often. It was so overwhelming. Her body felt so weak. But she desired more. She needed more. Lori thrashed as the rapture burned through her mind.

Darkness fuzzed her vision.

No, no, don't pass out. Have to keep…cumming…

But her body was at its limits. She slumped, stars bursting across her vision as she fell into blissful ecstasy, the monster fucking away at her holes, feeding on her energy.

To be continued…

Haunted by the Futa Ghost Fourteen: Futa Ghost's Naughty Memories

Haunted by the Futa Ghost

Chapter Fourteen: Futa Ghost's Naughty Memories

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen hermaphrodites, Ghost, Sex Toy, Voyeurism, Virgin, Titty Fuck, Oral Sex

My blood-soaked shide hissed down at the yokai-possessed Daimyo. Blood streamed from his face, wounded by my first exorcism attempt. Mitsuko-hime, my lovely Ōjo-sama, screamed in terror, not understanding what I was doing, and threw herself over her father.

I had a moment of frozen time, Mitsuko-hime staring up at me, tears streaking the white makeup coating her face. She looked like a crying doll. I had to stop my swing. The energy of the exorcism burned in the shide. But I couldn't stop my momentum.

The shide cracked across the back of Mitsuko-hime's kimono.

Energy exploded.

It surged out of me. The divine power flowing through my blood. I was a descendant of Kanshu-no-Kami, the guardian of our village and enemy of Yokubō-no-Tako, the yokai possessing Mitsuko-hime's father. My swing was supposed to drive out the yokai out of him so I could seal it and return it to the…

The statue was destroyed. The shrine burning. There was only one way to seal it now.

But that didn't matter because Mitsuko-hime jumped in the way. She screamed out in pain as my energy lashed into her body then through it into her father. Her head snapped back. The alabaster comb holding her perfect piles of silky hair in place, gleamed.

"NO!" bellowed the yokai through the Daimyo's voice.

White light burst from my shide. It had gone all wrong. Mitsuko-hime wasn't possessed. The power surged into her. She screamed out in pain. The energy hit me and—

"Miko," a voice groaned.

Something shook me. "Wake up, miko."

My eyes fluttered open. Smoke roiled across the ceiling over my head. Fire crackled, orange light dancing on the red, blistered face staring down at me, swaths of hair burned from the temples along the side of his head.

"Samurai?" I groaned. It was the warrior who had fetched me to the Daimyo's castle for the exorcism.

"What…did you…do…?" the man coughed.

"I…" My head throbbed. I blinked, staring around the room. Devastation abounded. The woman who was infected with the yokai's lusts, driven to suck my cock and ruin my exorcism ritual, sobbed on the ground, cradling a mangled arm. "Mitsuko-hime?"

"Gone," the samurai growled. "Fled. You…killed him…"

His hands grasped my throat. Iron fingers squeezed, choking me. Then relaxed. He let out a gurgling sigh and collapsed on top of me. I gasped, pushing him off and sat up. Black lines radiated out from the corpse of Daimyo Tōdō. I blinked back tears. What had happened? The exorcism had…

Mitsuko-hime!

I gained my feet, my clothes and body untouched by the devastation unleashed. The exorcism had backfired when I struck the innocence. The yokai had attacked at the same moment. The resulting clash blew apart the room. More sobs and moans came from outside the room.

"Mitsuko-hime!" I shouted, casting my gaze around the smoking room. Wooden walls knocked down, splintered lumber scattered over the courtiers who had waited outside, their kimonos singed. They were cut and bruised. "Mitsuko-hime! Where are you?"

I spun around. On the floor were footprints left in thick slime. My stomach tightened. I had exorcised the yokai and…

"Ōjo-sama," I gasped, trembling. I sent it into my love.

I clenched my hand and… I held something. The charred end of my gohei. My sacred wand was destroyed. I had no instruments. But I had to save Mitsuko-hime. I had to get the yokai out of her and fix all of my mistakes.

Tears falling down my cheeks, I followed the slimy footprints.500 years later…

Yoshiko stood in a familiar spot, staring at the futa-ghost's favorite memory. Earlier today, she had fallen into Sayuri's soul and witnessed this exact scene. The ghost had latched onto it, holding onto the bright joy she had shared with her lover, Mitsuko.

The day they took each other's virginities with a dildo at their favorite place to meet—a hot spring.

Sayuri sat at the edge of the hot spring. She was young, fifteen or sixteen, the same age as Yoshiko. The ghost's body was slim, her skin the pale-olive, her breasts small, her hair black silk falling down her back and shoulders. Mitsuko, standing in the hot spring's center, was just as slim and graceful, her girlish body wreathed by the rising steam. She had a naughty smile on her lips, her hands hiding behind her back.

"How do we get out of her soul?" Chris demanded. She, like Yoshiko, had fallen into one of the ghost's souls. The blonde futanari, who used to be a guy only hours ago, stood naked beside Yoshiko.

"I don't know," Yoshiko admitted. Like Chris, she was a busty futanari, though she had the same olive complexion as the two Japanese girls.

"Mitsuko has to let us out," Miyu said, the third futanari striding out of the bushes. She was slim and petite, full-blooded Japanese with slanted eyes and small breasts. Her cock looked obscenely huge on her tiny frame, though it was the same size as Yoshiko's and Chris's. "We are trapped in her soul until she…works out her issues."

"Then how do we get her to do that?" Chris demanded.

Miyu glanced at Chris, blinked. "You have a cock now? First you were turned into a girl, and now you are a futanari."

"Yes," Chris said. "That doesn't matter. How do we get out? Lori was taken by that monster to its lair. It'll kill her!"

"Yokubō-no-Tako," Miyu sighed. She pushed up her glasses on her small nose. "Nothing has gone right on this mission."

"Mission?"

"Hush," Yoshiko said, staring at the two ghosts. "This is perfect. Sayuri can get through to Mitsuko now, remind her how they cared for each other. Sayuri will stop Mitsuko from being insane. Then we can deal with the tentacle monster and save Lori."

Yoshiko focused on the scene before her. It played out just as she remembered, with Mitsuko pulling out the dildo made from itadori fibers, some sort of plant. It was bound together by knotted cords. Yoshiko shivered, remembering the feel of those knots sliding against her pussy walls, stimulating her, making her cum so hard.

"Jesus, that looks uncomfortable," Chris said. "That's really a dildo?"

"It's lots of fun," Yoshiko nodded.

"The itadori, or giant elephant ear plant, releases a chemical called saporin that increases blood flow and therefore increases the sensitivity of the woman's pussy," Miyu said. "I am told it's quite stimulating."

"It is," Yoshiko agreed.

"It is a kokeshi." Mitsuko said with a smile. "Surely you've heard how older girls play with their kokeshi in different manner than when they were younger."

Miyu giggled, nodding her head, understanding what kokeshi meant beside dildo. Yoshiko still had no idea.

"Oh, yes, I see," the blushing Sayuri said. "You want to use it… On me."

"Then you can use it on me." Mitsuko stopped before Sayuri, her breasts rising and falling faster. "I want you to take my virginity. Not a man."

"Damn," Chris groaned. "Lesbians back in feudal times."

"Five hundred years ago," Yoshiko said.

"When Hangetsu's great mistake happened," Miyu said, her expression falling. "She has wanted to atone for her role in Kanshu-no-Kami's death and the yokai's escape."

"What?" Chris blinked.

"Will it hurt?" Sayuri asked, her voice trembling.

"Yes, it will," Mitsuko said, her voice growing cold, gravely, snapping Yoshiko's attention back to the pair in the hot springs.

Her eyes widened. "This isn't how it happened last—"

Mitsuko's left hand lashed out, seizing Sayuri by the throat. The angry princess squeezed hard and slammed Sayuri down on her back. Then her right hand shoved the dildo into Sayuri's pussy, popping her cherry. Sayuri gasped, bucking, thrashing.

"Fuck," Chris snarled and darted forward.

A girl-cock sprouted from Sayuri's clit, thrusting hard before her, bouncing on her stomach as she thrashed. Mitsuko froze, her eyes widening as she stared down at the girl-dick throbbing on Sayuri's stomach.

Chris's charge faltered. "What?"

"I don't know," Yoshiko said. "This happened before Sayuri became futanari. She shouldn't have a cock at all. I don't know what's going on."

"The ghosts are both here," Miyu said. "We need to see how this plays out. Mitsuko has such strong emotions for Sayuri. You cannot get hate that deep without there first being love."

"Mi..tsuko…hime…" choked out Sayuri.

"You have a cock," Mitsuko said, her hand relaxing its grip. "I… What… No, no, no. You don't have a cock yet. What's going on?"

"I did this for us," Sayuri said, her voice soft. "Remember what you said. We can pretend we are men with this toy. But we didn't want to pretend. We wanted for it to be real. For one of us to have a cock so we could marry."

"No, no," Mitsuko shook her head. "No, you didn't get a cock to marry me! You did it to be a dog! To bed other women! To…to kill my father!"

"Why would I kill your father?" Sayuri asked. "I love you, Mitsuko-hime. You're my Ōjo-sama. I know you're just a Daimyo's daughter, but to me, you are the same as the Emperor's daughter. Just as beautiful. Just as lovely. I changed for you. I know I did. So we could be together. Happy."

"Happy!" hissed Mitsuko even as her hand slid down Sayuri's body and grasped the futanari's girl-dick. She stroked it. "Happy! You ruined everything. You killed him!"

The world flickered around Yoshiko. She gasped, grasping Miyu for support. Chris reeled backward, fighting to keep her balance. They were suddenly in a bedroom, the futon disheveled, reed mats covering the floor. Sayuri stood holding her wand, her wide, red pants about her ankles, her girl-cock thrust hard before her. She swung her wand, the chain of paper diamonds glowing bright while shedding blood. A man lay on the ground, his face bloody. Shadows writhed about him.

Mitsuko threw herself over the man. The wand slashing down at Mitsuko's back and—

The world flickered.

Yoshiko stumbled. She stood by the hot springs again. She held onto Miyu's naked body. But the Japanese girl was also off-balanced. They fell to the soft ground, their naked bodies pressed together. Chris landed on her ass, her cock and tits bouncing before her.

"What the fuck?" Chris groaned.

"Another memory invaded," Miyu said. "Mitsuko lost control."

"What was that?" Sayuri asked, her voice trembling. "When was that? I…I don't remember that. What…? Your father… Why was he bleeding?"

"That's when you murdered my father!" Mitsuko screamed. "I will make you remember."

And then Mitsuko did something that shocked Yoshiko. She mounted Sayuri's waist and slammed her pussy down Sayuri's throbbing girl-dick. The princess's back arched, her tits bouncing before her, small, firm cones.

Lust burst through the hot springs. It struck Yoshiko as she struggled to untangle herself from Miyu's slender body. Her nipples hardened atop her busty breasts. Her cock surged to its full girth, rubbing against Miyu's hardening girl-dick.

"What the fuck?" Chris moaned, lying on her back, her hands stroking her cock, beating it fast. The tanned, busty futanari writhed, thrusting her hips upward, her face contorted in pleasure. "Jesus, she's fucking Sayuri."

"Mitsuko is possessed by anger and lust in equal measures," moaned Miyu, her hands grasping Yoshiko's pillowy breasts, squeezing hard. "She is an onryō, and emotions fuel them. She can't help herself. Her anger and lusts are so close, she is compelled to fuck those she hates, to satiate both desires. But her lust is growing stronger and stronger. This is good. She wants Sayuri as much as she hates her."

"So why am I suddenly so horny?" Chris groaned, her tanned tits jiggling, her pink nipples swaying.

Yoshiko wanted to suck those nipples.

"Because we're in her soul," Miyu moaned. "Oh, Yoshiko, your tits are just as big as I thought."

"You…noticed my tits?" Yoshiko groaned, staring down at the exchange student.

"Oh, yes," Miyu groaned, her accent growing thicker as her arousal grew. "Love big tits."

"She does," Chris groaned.

Yoshiko gasped as Miyu ducked her head down and latched onto a fat, brown nipple. Pleasure shot through Yoshiko. Her round, blue eyes widened, her dick throbbing against Miyu's. She glanced at Mitsuko, riding Sayuri hard, the two girls' hands roaming each other's bodies. They moaned out their pleasure.

Remind her that she loves you, Sayuri. Win through to her heart!

And then Yoshiko let out a wanton moan. She stroked Miyu's silky, black hair, trembling as the tingles from her nipple raced straight down to her futa-cock. Every time Miyu sucked, Yoshiko's dick throbbed and ached.

"Mmm, yes," moaned Yoshiko. "You really want to play with my big tits."

"So much," moaned Miyu, both her hands squeezing. Her lips nuzzled over to Yoshiko's other nipple, sucking hard.

"Oh, yes," Chris groaned, crawling towards them. "She's loves them. I bet she wants to fuck them."

"Paizuri!" moaned Miyu.

"What's that?" groaned Yoshiko.

"She wants to fuck your tits and give you a pearl necklace," Chris groaned. Then she leaned in and sucked on Yoshiko's other nipple.

"Oh, wow, that sounds hot."

Yoshiko quivered, two futanari sucking on her nipples. Chris's blonde hair contrasted with Miyu's black. Their lips were both hungry, sucking noisily. Yoshiko's nipples tingled. Pleasure shot down to her pussy and cock. She groaned and swayed. She bit her lip, shivering in delight, loving their hungry mouths.

She didn't fight as they pushed her onto her back. Their dicks rubbed on Yoshiko's hips, smearing precum. In the background, the two ghosts gasped and moaned their pleasure as Mitsuko fucked Sayuri hard and fast.

"I must fuck these tits," groaned Miyu. "I wanted to ever since we met last week. I jerked off so many times to them."

Yoshiko's blush had nothing to do with her juicy pussy and hard cock, or the lust pouring through her from Mitsuko. There was such intensity in Miyu's words. Yoshiko shivered. She had no idea the exchange student had even noticed her.

"Fuck them," Yoshiko moaned. "That sounds so hot, Miyu. If I had known… I would have let you before."

"I was on a mission," Miyu said. "I could afford no distractions from my hormones. But you made it so difficult."

"Mmm, fuck them, Miyu," Chris groaned. "They're great tits."

Yoshiko nodded. "I loved giving Chris a titty fuck. Your turn."

Miyu pushed up her glasses as she moved. Her cock bobbed before her. Yoshiko shivered. Miyu was so petite and cute, her glasses making her even more innocent. And yet the hungry glint in her eyes, and the hard girl-dick thrusting before her, made her also a hungry, sexual being. They contrasted together.

Yoshiko's dick throbbed.

Miyu straddled Yoshiko's torso. The Japanese futanari grasped Yoshiko's big breasts, squeezing them about her cock. She groaned, fucking her hips forward, sliding her host's pussy and silky pubic hair across Yoshiko flesh. The tip of Miyu's dick popped out of Yoshiko's pillowy tits, dripping precum.

"Oh, god, that's hot," Yoshiko moaned. "Mmm, paizuri me!"

"It's not a verb," Miyu moaned, thrusting harder, her small breasts bouncing and jiggling.

"I don't care," groaned Yoshiko.

She loved this form of a titty fuck, Miyu sliding her hot pussy and silky hairs up and down Yoshiko's body while fucking her tits. It was so hot. Miyu's fingers dug into her pillowy tits, holding them tight together. Miyu's own small breasts bounced and jiggled, nipples waggling in the air above her head.

Yoshiko shot up and grabbed them. She squeezed Miyu's firm cones, loving the pleasure translating across the other futa's face. She slid her fingers to the small, dark-brown nipples. She rolled them between her fingers.

Miyu's pussy grew juicier.

"Yoshiko-chan," she moaned. "Oh, yes, that's so nice."

"Uh-huh," Chris said as she grasped Yoshiko's girl-dick, stroking it.

Yoshiko groaned, her pussy clenching. She bucked, pinching Miyu's nipples harder. The Japanese girl squirmed, thrusting her hips, slamming her cock faster and faster through Yoshiko's pillowy breasts.

And then Chris did something even better.

She rammed her girl-dick into Yoshiko's pussy.

"Yes," Yoshiko moaned, her eyes squeezing shut as her pussy clenched down on Chris's thrusting cock. Pleasure shivered through her body. Her girl-dick throbbed in Chris's stroking hand. "Oh, Chris, yes, fuck me while Miyu paizuris my tits."

"Not a verb," moaned Miyu, her face contorting with pleasure. "Oh, yes, Yoshiko-chan. Your tits are heavenly. I love them."

"Mmm, yes, keep fucking my tits and cum all over my face," purred Yoshiko, her hips undulating, her pussy clenching down on Chris's dick.

Mitsuko's lusts hammered Yoshiko's body as hard as Chris's dick hammered her pussy. She trembled, bucking into the thrusts. Their flesh slapped together. Chris's tits smacked and bounced, making such naughty noises.

Pleasure shivered through Yoshiko. Her dick ached. Chris stroked her so hard. She loved being a futanari. Especially when she had other futanari to play with. Her pussy clenched down on Chris's thrusting dick, the friction building the pressure in the depths of her pussy faster and faster.

"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped. "Fuck me, Chris! Oh, god, I'm going to cum."

"Yes," moaned Miyu. "Cum! Your tits… So delicious, Yoshiko-chan. Amazing tits!"

Yoshiko squeezed both of Miyu's firm mounds as the pleasure screamed through her body. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her pussy clenched, drinking in the pleasure of Chris's thrusts. Her thighs locked about the thrusting blonde's hips.

Chris's hand stroked Yoshiko's dick as fast as the blonde fucked her pussy. Her nipples ached, brushed by Miyu's thumbs. Yoshiko stared at the tip of Miyu's dick, precum making it so shiny. She shivered.

"Cum on my face, Miyu," Yoshiko moaned. She had changed so much since becoming a futa. Before, the lesbian would never be excited to be covered in spunk.

But girl spunk… That was something Yoshiko craved.

"Jizz all over my face while Chris cums in my pussy!"

"Yes," Chris groaned. "Oh, fuck, yes!"

"Iku!" gasped Miyu, her face twisting. Her glasses slipped down her nose. The tip of her cock burst out of Yoshiko's tits.

And erupted.

Yoshiko opened her mouth as the salty jizz bathed her. It landed on her tongue and splattered across her nose and cheeks. Hot, creamy, and thick. It ran across her face as blast after blast burst from Miyu's dick. More splashed Yoshiko's neck, giving her a pearl necklace. She felt so wonderfully dirty. Her eyes rolled back into her head.

Juices gushed out of Miyu's pussy, too, coating Yoshiko's skin. The hot fluids ran down her sides while Miyu thrashed in orgasmic delight. A tremble raced through the half-Japanese futanari. Her body quaked. Her pussy clenched down on Chris's girl-dick.

Her futa-cock erupted.

Yoshiko gasped as her orgasm burst through her. Cum shot out of her dick and rained across her stomach. Her pussy spasmed about Chris's hard cock, massaging it. Pleasure spiked through her body. She squirmed and gasped, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, bucking so hard while cum kept erupting from the tip of her cock. "Oh, yes, fuck my cumming pussy, Chris!"

Yoshiko thrashed, cum covering her face and neck. The pleasure roared through her as Chris hammered her dick deeper and deeper into Yoshiko's spasming depths. Every thrust churned new pleasure through her body, more cum spurting from her dick.

"You're so hot," groaned Chris, her hand stroking Yoshiko's erupting dick. "Fuck!"

"Cum in me," Yoshiko begged, the pleasure assaulted her mind.

"Yes," Chris groaned, burying her cock into Yoshiko's pussy. The first blast of cum erupted, splashing Yoshiko's depths, propelling her orgasm higher.

And then Sayuri shouted out a single word: "Cumming!"

Everything flickered.Chris groaned, swayed, her dick unloading into Yoshiko's pussy as the world changed around her. She groaned, disoriented, struggling to understand where they were now as her cock spurted blast after blast of cum into Yoshiko's pussy.

Mitsuko hugged Sayuri from behind, her hair loose and wet. The two girls on the edge of a dark, foreboding forest. Sayuri dressed like a shrine maiden in the red, wide pants that almost looked like skirts and the white, kimono-like top.

"Be safe, Sayuri-chan," Mitsuko said, "as you walk through the cursed woods."

That must be Aokigahara. Chris shuddered, remembering Miyu talking about the woods. They looked as terrible as she imagined.

Sayuri looked resolute. "I will return transformed, Ōjo-sama. I will come back to claim my wife."

"Sayuri-chan." Mitsuko kissed the back of Sayuri's neck. "I love you."

Then Sayuri broke away and walked, back straight, into the dark woods.

Flicker.

Mitsuko stood on the edge of the same dark woods, dressed in a kimono, her hair piled into a complex braid. She stared into the dark woods, trembling. Other women, not dressed as finely, hovered around her.

"They will find the miko, my Lady," one of the girls said. "You will see."

"Please find her," Mitsuko said with the breathy desperation of prayer.

"The woods are cursed," one of the girls whispered. "The miko was taken by one of the yokai or onryō!"

"No!" Mitsuko howled, rounding on her maids. "She will be found! She will come back to me!"

"It's been a week, Mitsuko-sama," one of the maids said. "The searchers have gone deep into the cursed woods. She's gone."

"No!"

Flicker.

"Father?" a hesitant Mitsuko said, kneeling before a rice paper door.

"PUSSY!" bellowed from the door. The shadows moved like tentacles. A woman moaned.

Chris shivered, her dick throbbing in Yoshiko's pussy. She had forgotten all about Yoshiko and Miyu. The trio were still together, Miyu straddling Yoshiko, her face dripping with cum. The voice from the door sounded so familiar.

"Yokubō-no-Tako," Chris groaned.

"Bring me PUSSY!" the voice bellowed. It wasn't the same inhuman sounds as the monster, but it spoke with the same cadence through a man's mouth.

"Father," shuddered Mitsuko. She turned to a samurai standing beside her. "You must fetch the priest immediately. My father must be exorcised."

"Of course, Mitsuko-dono," he said with a bow, armor clinking.

Flicker.

"Whatever happens, do not enter," Sayuri said, standing before the same door, gripping a wand with two paper chains of diamonds. She was dressed like a shrine maiden. Mitsuko knelt at the door, nodding her head.

Sayuri entered.

Shadows flashed. Light flared. Sayuri chanted in sonorous Japanese, bells tinkling. There was a muffled crash, cutting off Sayuri's words and then wanton moans. Chris trembled, pulling her cock out of Yoshiko's pussy, and stared at Mitsuko.

She bit her lip, her hand reaching out, touching the door. She kept touching it, like she wanted to open it, then hesitated and lowered her hands. People murmured in the hallway. There were other people watching, the samurai who was sent to fetch the priests, others in kimonos kneeling along the hallway, their faces tense.

"FUTANARI!" bellowed the tentacle monster.

Sayuri gasped from inside the room. It sounded full of pleasure. Chris shivered, remembering the tentacle monster's touch. Sayuri began singing again, her voice throaty. Chris frowned. What is going on in there?

"Her chants do not sound right," Miyu said. "She's trying to exorcise the yokai. She knows his name, all nineteen of them. Amazing. But… There's something polluting her purity. Lust."

"Of course," Yoshiko said, wiping Miyu's cum from her face. "That monster inflicts lust on people."

Chris shuddered, remembering the slime covering her body and driving her wild with desire.

And then white light flared. A man screamed in agony. It curdled Chris's blood. Such pain moaned in his voice.

"Father!" Mitsuko ripped open the door and darted in, rising smoothly despite her kimono's tight fit about her legs. Chris gained her feet, rushing after, Yoshiko and Miyu following.

Inside was the vision from the earlier flicker of Sayuri raising up the blood-covered paper chains, the man lying on the ground, his face ruined. Mitsuko screamed, throwing herself over her father's naked body, shielding him as Sayuri, her dick wet with saliva, struck Mitsuko across the back.

Everything froze moments before the chain would have lashed down on Mitsuko's back.

Chris gasped, unable to move. On the far side of the room, two naked girls writhed. Mitsuko still rode Sayuri. Chris hadn't noticed them at all, transfixed by what was happening. Her heart thudded as Sayuri's spirit struggled and strained beneath the vengeful ghost.

"This!" howled Mitsuko, pointing at the frozen memory. "This is when you killed my father! Right here! You killed him and sent that demon into me!"

"No," Sayuri gasped. "No, no, I couldn't."

"You could! Remember!" howled Mitsuko. She slammed her hands against the side of Sayuri's head, gripping her temples. "Remember how you ruined everything!"

Sayuri convulsed beneath the maddened ghost. Her feet drummed on the mats. Her voice screamed out. And then a ragged sob burst from her mouth. Images danced around Sayuri, flashes of scenes that passed too quickly for Chris to see.

"Sayuri's remembering," Yoshiko whispered. "I recognize some of those images. They were what I saw when I fell into her soul. She's repressed them."

"I don't blame her," Chris said, eyes flicking to the frozen moment of Sayuri about to strike Mitsuko. "That looks bad."

"Very bad," Miyu agreed, her voice tight.

"Do you remember now?" raged Mitsuko, her fingernails pressing into Sayuri's temple. "How you murdered my father."

"An accident," gasped Sayuri. "The yokai's lusts infected me. It disrupted the exorcism. That was why your father bled. But I had regained control. I was about to free him, Mitsuko. And then…" She glanced at the frozen image of Mitsuko shielding her father.

"No! You sent the yokai into me. You wanted to destroy me."

"Why would I destroy you? I love you, Mitsuko-hime."

"Then why did you send it into me?" demanded Mitsuko, her face mottling with rage.

"I meant to send it into myself!" Sayuri screamed, her face twisting with pain. "It was the only way! The shrine was destroyed. I was going to seal it in my soul and kill myself! I would keep him trap forever! It was the only way to make up for my mistakes."

"No!" Mitsuko shouted, head thrashing as she recoiled back from Sayuri. "Watch! Watch what you did."

The memory lurched into motion. The paper chains cracked into Mitsuko's back and exploded.

The energy rippled pass Chris. It crashed into the wooden walls, ripping them to pieces. Flames roared through the room. People screamed. The samurai, racing forward, fell burning to the ground, clutching his face. Sayuri fell back, crashing into the wall and went limp.

Only Mitsuko didn't move. She gasped, clutching herself. Shadows writhed around her. Slime dripped from her flesh. She threw back her head and let out a pain-filled shout. Her alabaster comb flared with white light.

"No," groaned Mitsuko, twisting. "Father!"

His body was blasted and ruined, burned by the energy.

"It was a backlash," Miyu whispered. "Mitsuko disrupted the exorcism."

"It's in her?" Chris asked. "The monster?"

"Weakened," nodded Miyu.

"No," sobbed Mitsuko, falling across her father's body. Tears streaked her white makeup. She was painted like a geisha, lips ruby red. The shadows undulated more. Mitsuko groaned, shuddering. She clutched herself, her hands pushing at the shadows trying to boil out of her stomach. Her eyes widened. "Sayuri-chan, it's in me. It's…"

Mitsuko's words trailed off. Tears fell down her cheeks. She raced across the room to the fallen Sayuri. She grasped the shrine maiden's shoulders. She shook her. Sayuri didn't move. Her face relaxed. Her cock, which had been hard, had shrunk back into a clit, vanishing into her dark bush. The princess stroked Sayuri's cheek. Tears fell.

"Sayuri-chan," she groaned. "No, no, no. You can't be dead. I need you! It's in me! It's…"

Mitsuko's face twisted as she looked at the devastation. Her lower lip quivered. She leaned over Sayuri, kissing her on the lips. More tears fell down the princess's cheeks. Chris swallowed, her heart aching.

"Sayuri-chan," whispered Mitsuko. "I love you. I love you so much. This is all my fault and…" Her words cut off with a groan. Her head snapped up. Slime spilled across her flesh, dripping from her hands. "No! No! You won't cause any more harm, yokai!" Mitsuko's face hardened. She stared down at Sayuri. "I'll be with you soon, my love."

"No," the other Mitsuko, the spirit one still straddling ghost Sayuri, gasped. "No, no, no. That…"

"You still loved me?" Sayuri said, her voice broken. "After… After all I did."

Mitsuko shook her head, watching her past self march out of the room, dripping in slime, leaving wet footprints in her wake. "I couldn't love you. No, I hated you. You… You… No!"

Flicker.The onsen flickered around Sayuri. They were back in that bright, happy memory. She lay on the edge, her feet in the hot water, Mitsuko straddling her waist. Her lover clawed at her hair, ripping out the careful pile of coiled buns held in by the alabaster comb.

"Not possible! I couldn't love you!" raged Mitsuko, her eyes wild. "You put that thing in me! You… you…"

"You loved me, Mitsuko-hime," Sayuri said, her eyes beading with tears. "After what I did. I didn't mean to kill your father or let the demon possess you. I didn't mean to miss the Autumn Equinox. I just wanted to love you." She reached up, cupping Mitsuko's face. "I love you."

"I…I…" Mitsuko stared down at Sayuri. "I said I love you. I kissed you. But it was inside me. I could feel it. It wanted out. But you weakened it. I had to… I had to…"

"Kill yourself." Sayuri's tears fell faster. Memories of racing through Aokigahara flooded her mind, the dark woods terrifying, her heart racing, as she chased after Mitsuko. "I tried to get to you in time. But I was too late."

"I thought you were dead," Mitsuko said. Her face mottled with confusion. "And then I…I killed you. Why? Why would I…? Sayuri-chan, what happened to me?" Pain cracked her voice. She leaned over, staring down at Sayuri. "What became of me?"

"You were trapped with the yokai. Your souls were intertwined. It…poisoned you. Twisted you. Fed you anger and lust for five hundred years and drove you mad. Made you into an onryō."

"How could I kill you?" Mitsuko asked.

"That wasn't me," Sayuri said. Chris mentioned a person named Phil killed by Mitsuko's maddened spirit.

"No," she gasped. "It was you. I can feel your neck in my hands, your heart fluttering. I…"

Her words dissolved into tears. Mitsuko collapsed onto Sayuri, sobbing so hard. She hugged her crying princess, tears bursting from her eyes. Their naked bodies pressed together. Sayuri stroked her lover's back.

"It wasn't your fault," Sayuri whispered. "You were changed into something horrible. Twisted. It wasn't you. You would never hurt me. You saw the truth in your memory. You loved me even though your father just died. That I… That I… I killed him. I didn't mean to."

"No," Mitsuko said, lifting her tear-stained face. She pressed her forehead against Sayuri. "You told me to stay out. If I hadn't entered…he would still be alive, and you would have… You would have killed yourself?"

Sayuri nodded. "To make restitutions. It was the only way."

"We were supposed to be happy once you came back," Mitsuko whispered. "You did it. You became futanari. It was supposed to be the start of our life. But it was stolen from us by that monster!"

"Mitsuko-hime," whispered Sayuri. She stroked Mitsuko's cheeks, brushing away tears. "I…"

"I love you." Mitsuko kissed Sayuri hard.

Pleasure jolted through the ghost. She gasped, shivering, exulting in the feel of Mitsuko's lips. She had been lost in a dream, reliving the happy memory of the day they surrendered their purity to each other over and over.

Yoshiko said it has been five hundred years.

Five hundred years dreaming of Mitsuko. And it paled compared to her lover's real lips on hers, their bodies pressed tight. A flush of heat shivered through her body. Her nipples hardened and her clit… Her clit hardened, too.

Her girl-dick sprouted, pressing against Mitsuko's stomach. She held her lover, kissing her hard, her hands sliding down to grasp Mitsuko's asscheeks. She squeezed them, their kiss growing hotter. Tongues met. They moaned, sighed. Mitsuko squirmed, grinding her stomach against Sayuri's throbbing dick.

Mitsuko broke the kiss. "You're futanari now. I dreamed of it. Every time you penetrated me with the kokeshi, I wished it was really your dick."

"Me, too," Sayuri whispered. "I love you so much."

Then she rolled Mitsuko onto her back, kissing her princess. Their tongues met again. Mitsuko tasted so sweet. Sayuri shuddered, her hands stroking up Mitsuko's sides until she found her princess's small breasts pressed into her own.

She squeezed them, cupped them, savored feeling them again in her hands.

Sayuri broke the kiss and nuzzled down her lover's body to those small, firm breasts. Mitsuko shivered and moaned in delight as her lips climbed to the pinnacle of the right tip. She circled the small areola, the nipple hard, a peak needing to be worshiped just like Mt. Fuji.

"Sayuri-chan," groaned Mitsuko as Sayuri engulfed the nub. "Oh, yes, I missed this. It's been so long. I've been so lost hating you. Never again! I love you."

Fresh tears spilled down Sayuri's cheeks as she sucked on her princess's nub. She sucked and nibbled, making her lover squirm. Her hands squeezed and enjoyed the pliant feel of both tits, her thumb rubbing over the other nub. She loved how the nipples felt, so hard and delicious. Her own throbbed along with her girl-dick. Juices dribbled out of her pussy and down her shaft as she knelt.

She ached to bury into Mitsuko's pussy.

Not yet. I want to love her properly.

Sayuri kissed from the right tit to the left, climbing the firm mound. Mitsuko squirmed, moaning in anticipation. She gasped, savoring Sayuri's tongue flicking her nub. She batted it, flicked it, loved how it wiggled.

"I love you so much, Mitsuko-hime."

"Mitsuko," whispered her lover. "You're my spouse. My wife."

Sayuri trembled. To call someone without an honorific was either a deadly insult or a profound gesture of intimacy. She nodded her head. "I love you, Mitsuko."

"I love you, Sayuri."

The futa-ghost shivered, tears falling down on her lover's body as she kissed lower and lower. She stroked Mitsuko's stomach, nuzzling at her bellybutton. Her lover squirmed and moaned, tits bouncing. The scent of her tart musk drew nearer and nearer. Sayuri sank into the onsen's hot waters, pulling Mitsuko to the edge.

And feasted on her lover's pussy.

Wonder shivered through Sayuri as she felt Mitsuko's silky pubic hairs against her cheeks. She breathed in her lover's tart musk, then spread apart her pussy lips and took her first lick through wet, hot flesh and…

"You're a virgin," gasped Sayuri. "Your maidenhead is intact."

"Of course," Mitsuko moaned. "We surrendered our maidenheads to each other today."

Sayuri smiled, her dick throbbing, and then leaned in and licked at her lover's virgin pussy. Her tongue slid across the hymen, a membrane full of tiny holes over the entrance of her pussy. Her dick throbbed in memory of all the times her fingers had penetrated that wonderful hole.

Mitsuko moaned, her body shuddering, as Sayuri flicked her tongue against her sensitive clit. She swirled around it, sucking, nibbling. Mitsuko gasped, her body bucking and trembling. She squeezed her tits together, fingering her nipples.

"Yes, yes, yes, my sweet miko. Oh, I missed this. I never want this to end. I love you."

"I love you," Sayuri moaned. Every time she said those three words, her happiness increased.

She pressed her lips against her lover's pussy, licking, lapping, caressing hot flesh. She devoured, drinking the tart juices as they ran out. Silky pubic hair tickled her face. Her dick throbbed in the hot water. She ached to fuck her lover.

Her lips latched onto Mitsuko's clit and sucked hard.

Her princess bucked and moaned. Mitsuko arched her back as she pinched her nipples. She humped, grinding her hot pussy against Sayuri's licking mouth. The probed her tongue against the hymen, wiggling through a small hole, tasting her lover's depths. Then she slid back up, attacking the clit.

"Sayuri!" The princess's body heaved. "My wonderful miko! I love you!"

Her words echoed as she howled out her pleasure. Juices squirted out of her pussy, flooding Sayuri's mouth. She trembled, so happy that she made her lover cum. She drank them down, listening to Mitsuko gasp and moan.

"Take me, Sayrui1 Please, please. I need your girl-dick in me. I need my wife. I need to make love to you."

"Yes," Sayuri said, lifting her sticky lips.

Mitsuko grasped Sayuri's shoulders as she rose from the water. The princess pulled her down. Their lips met in a hot kiss. Mitsuko's legs spread. Sayuri's dick nudged at her hot pussy. She rubbed it on the virgin flesh, their nipples kissing. Her body tingling.

She thrust.

Sayuri shuddered as her lover's maidenhead resisted for a moment. And then it snapped. She buried into virgin flesh. Her dick throbbed as she pressed into Mitsuko's sopping, hot, tight depths. Friction burned between them.

She broke the kiss, staring down at Mitsuko. "I'm in you. You're so hot. You're so wet. I love it."

"You're so thick, my love! My wife! Take me. Fuck me. Let's cum together."

"Yes," Sayuri said, more tears falling down her cheeks. It was finally happening. All they had suffered was over. They were together.

She kissed her princess, her wife, and pumped her hips. Their bodies writhed together, flesh sliding on flesh, skin caressing skin, nipples kissing nipples. Their tongues danced. Her body drank in all the sensations as she pumped her cock in and out of her lover's pussy.

The friction was exquisite. Her pussy clenched and relaxed. Her body shuddered. Rapture built between them as she made love to her princess. Their bodies heaved. They worked together as they shared their salty kiss, both crying for joy.

I have her. I have my princess.

Her strokes grew faster, harder, as her excitement grew in the depths of her pussy. Mitsuko met her thrusts, bucking up. Their bodies slapped together. Hot shivers raced through them. Sayuri moaned into the kiss, everything building and building.

Their nipples kissed, skin rubbed together. Sayuri drank it all in as her pussy clenched. The ache built at the tip of her dick buried in her lover's depths. Mitsuko engulfed her with hot passion. It spurred her to fuck faster and faster.

"Mitsuko," she gasped, breaking the kiss, driving her dick in so deep. "I… I…"

"Yes, yes, flood me with your seed, my lover." Mitsuko's hands cupped Sayuri's cheeks. "Please!"

"Yes!" groaned Sayuri. She buried into her lover. Her dick throbbed as it slid through Mitsuko's silky depths. "Cumming!"

Her dick erupted. Cum spurted into her lover's hot pussy. Mitsuko moaned. Her flesh spasmed about Sayuri's dick. Her slanted eyes widened. The pleasure raced through her body. Such rapture consumed her as she buried into her cumming lover's depths.

"Sayuri!"

"Mitsuko!"

The world flickered around them as they shared their passion. They held each other, rising up into the air, out of the bodies of the two girls they possessed. The two ghosts spun above the three futas. Yoshiko and Chris had their girl-dicks buried in Miyu's ass, all three moaning out their pleasure.

"We're out!" Chris gasped. "We're out."

"She's gone," Miyu gasped. "I'm free. I'm free."

"We have to save Lori!" Chris shouted, ripping her cock out of Miyu's asshole and staring at the purple portal glowing against the wall at the T intersection.

"Lori?" asked Mitsuko.

"We still have to deal with the yokai, my love," Sayuri answered. "My mistake—"

"Our mistake," Mitsuko said, her voice stern.

"Our mistake has to be corrected." Sayuri glanced at the purple portal to Yomi. "We have to seal the yokai permanently!"

To be continued…

Haunted by the Futa Ghost Fifteen: Futa Ghost's Naughty Exorcism

Haunted by the Futa Ghost

Chapter Fifteen: Futa Ghost's Naughty Exorcism

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodites/Female/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodites/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodites/Female, Teen hermaphrodite/Female/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen hermaphrodite, Ghost, Tentacle, Oral Sex, Double Penetration, Anal Sex, Creampie, Virgin, Interracial, Ass to Mouth, Teacher, Student, Rimming

"No," I cried out in grief and regret. "No, Ōjo-sama!" Tears fell from my eyes as shame overwhelmed me. I had failed her.

I stared up at her beautiful form of Mitsuko-hime dangling from the branch of the pine tree, swaying in the breeze that groaned through the cursed woods. Her eyes bulged. Her white-painted face smeared by her tears. Her sandal had fallen off. I grasped her sock-clad foot.

Slime soaked her sock, covered my hand. I jumped back, gaining my feet. Shadows writhed around her body. The yokai still resided in her. It was weakened by my exorcism spell and fought with her soul to escape the vessel of her body. Parts of the shadow extended up the rope to grip the branch.

I could seal it in the tree. I just needed power. But I had no instruments. My gohei was destroyed in the backlash. I had no ofuda prepared. There was only one way to seal it. I took a deep breath. There was nothing left for me. My Ōjo-sama was dead.

And it was my fault.

I looked up at the half-full moon shining through gaps in the pine tree's branches. "Curse you, Hangetsu! A full turning of the moon! I had responsibilities! Why! Why didn't you warn me? Look what you caused!"

My fury boiled through me. I reached into the power of my divine blood. I was a miko, descendant of Kanshu-no-Kami, the guardian of my shrine and village. He had wrestled with Yokubō-no-Tako for a thousand years.

I could do the same. I would do the same.

I screamed out, reaching into my soul with all my fury and grief, and threw myself at Mitsuko-hime. I jumped higher than should be possible, propelled by the strength of my divine ancestor. I screamed out the nineteen names of the yokai.

And sealed his spirit into the tree with my soul.500 years later…

Chris blinked. The blonde futanari, who had once been a boy only hours ago, groaned as she looked around. She was back in her body, escaped from Mitsuko's soul. Her dick was still buried in Miyu's asshole, sharing the space with Yoshiko's girl-cock. They had fucked Miyu's ass when she had been possessed by Mitsuko to exorcise the ghost.

And it had worked.

"We're out!" Chris gasped in relief. "We're out."

"She's gone," Miyu gasped. "I'm free. I'm free."

Then the fear hit Chris. She ripped her cock out of the Japanese girl's asshole and stared at the purple portal. It still glowed against the wall at the T intersection. Her girlfriend was through the portal, taken to another reality by the tentacle monster. "We have to save Lori!"

"Sayuri-chan," Yoshiko gasped from beneath Miyu. "Did it work? I watched you two make love."

…It worked, Yoshiko-chan… the futa-ghost answered, delight in her voice. Chris heard it in her thoughts like it came from every direction.

"Then we can save Lori." Chris's head whipped around to face the portal. It still lay open, glowing with the purple energy. They were about to go through and rescue Lori from the tentacle demon when ghost-possessed Miyu had attacked them. Delayed them.

"Yes," Yoshiko nodded.

…Mitsuko-chan and I are prepared to help you…

"Chan," Yoshiko smiled as she wiggled out from beneath Miyu. The half-Japanese futa was as busty as Chris, her round, blue eyes wide with excitement. "That's so wonderful. I'm glad you two are happy."

…Very happy…

"Are you communicating with the ghosts?" gasped Miyu as she rose, cum flooding out of her asshole.

Yoshiko nodded.

Chris rushed to the portal. "Let's go. Lori's in there. That thing is fucking her to death."

Miyu's eyes widened. "Isthat a portal to Yomi?"

"Yes!" Chris nodded with impatience. "Come on, Miyu, you're a shrine maiden like Sayuri. We need your help, too."

"But…" Miyu shivered, her pale body trembling. She was petite, her breasts small, a thick, black bush hiding her pussy. She pushed up her glasses. "We will stand no chance against a yokai in its realm. We must wait for it to appear in our reality."

"While he fucks Lori to death!" The anger burst out of Chris. She would not let her girlfriend be killed. She pictured Lori's smiling, vibrant face framed by her fiery hair. "Fuck that! Let's go."

"Yes," Yoshiko nodded.

"This is not wise," Miyu said. "Hangetsu sent me here to deal with Yokubō-no-Tako, but she didn't intend me to die."

Miyu's wand, with a single chain made of paper diamonds, rose into the air. …I will go with you, Chris-chan. So will Mitsuko…

"Two shrine maidens and one's a ghost, Miyu," Yoshiko said, grabbing the discarded ofuda, a folded, rectangular piece of rice paper with Japanese characters painted on with sweeping brush strokes. "We can do this."

…I understand him… a new voice spoke—Mitsuko. …Miyu-chan, I am so sorry for possessing you. But I spent five hundred years trapped with it. I know its weaknesses…

…And I know its nineteen names…Sayuri added.

"That is…an advantage," Miyu admitted, taking the ofuda. "And the seal Hangetsu gave me is powerful."

…Hangetsu sent you?… Sayuri sounded shocked.

"She made a mistake five hundred years ago. She was responsible for Kanshu-no-Kami's death and the yokai escaping his temple. She's been searching for it for five hundred years. A month ago, an oracle predicted it would escape in the lands across the sea, by the bay of fog and the mighty trees. So I came, ready to stop it when it escaped and seal it for good."

"Then let's do it," Chris said, impatient.

…The yokai will be strong. We have to weaken it… said Mitsuko.

"How?"

The chain of paper diamonds flared white as it whipped through the air and struck Yoshiko. The busty futanari gasped, stumbling back, her naked tits bouncing before her. They rippled and slapped together, her nipples hard and dusky.

"Sayuri-chan," she gasped.

"What did you just do to her, yūrei?" demanded Miyu, her eyes wide behind her glasses.

…I imparted my divine essence to her… Sayuri answered. …I am a miko like you, Miyu-chan. I am a descendant of Kanshu-no-Kami, an enemy of the yokai…

The wand lashed out and struck Chris. The white light washed over her. Energy rippled through her body, ending at her nipples, pussy, and aching cock. Her toes curled as she stumbled back, a wave of desire washing through her. She struggled to hold her balance and…

Fell through the portal into darkness.

Chris gasped as she tumbled through a void of nothingness. It pressed in around her. She felt so cold. So lost. She would never find her way out. She would be stuck here forever, trapped between life and death for—

She landed on her ass on a wet rock. Steam rose around her. It was muggy, hot. Water splashed, rippled. Women gasped, moaned. A purple light glowed out of the pool, spilling through the grotto. The monster lay in the center of the water, holding three figures up in the air. Ms. Lindon gasped and moaned, her brown hair flying about her face as tentacles pumped in and out of her asshole and pussy, her juices dripping down to the open mouth of the tentacle monster.

"KAI!" it bellowed. "AMAI KAI! HAMAGURI!"

Chris shuddered. The second figure was Kat, transformed into a futanari by Yoshiko's girl-dick. A tentacle-pussy pumped up and down her cock while two more tentacles fucked her pussy and asshole. Her face twisted as she screamed out in rapture.

The third figure dangled limp, her eyes fluttering. Pussy juices dripped from her snatch as the tentacles reamed her holes, draining more and more of her life out of her. Chris gained her feet, screaming her girlfriend's name.

"Lori!"

It echoed through the grotto. Chris clenched her fist, staring at her girlfriend in the tentacle's monsters clutches. She would save Lori. She wouldn't let her girlfriend end up like Mariah. The Black girl lay on the edge of the pool, unconscious, her legs stuck to the ground by purple gunk, her naked breasts rising and falling.

She was near death. And Lori would be joining her. The monster would drain the life from all four.

"FUTANARI!"

Water splashed. Tentacles surged out at Chris, the monster hungry for her pussy and cock. It feasted on sexual fluids. With a curse, Chris dove to the ground to dodge the tentacles. Her shoulder ached as she rolled on the ground, the first tentacle spilling past her and…

Slime splashed across her skin.

Pleasure surged through her body. She gained her feet, groaning, fighting the urge to throw herself at the tentacles. She wanted to same pleasure Kat experienced, a pussy-tentacle sliding on her cock, two tentacle-cocks fucking her pussy and asshole. But she would resist. She wouldn't give in.

"I'll free you, Lori," Chris shouted, springing forward and—

Tentacles wrapped about her body. They writhed, covered in the aphrodisiac slime. Lust burned across her flesh as the monster lifted her into the air. Appendages wrapped about her tits, squeezing them, the ends rubbing on her nipples.

"CHICHI!"

"Fuck," Chris groaned as the tentacle pussy slithered down her cock, enveloping her futa-dick in pulsing, throbbing, writhing pleasure."Oh, no," Yoshiko gasped as Chris fell through the portal. "We have to go through."

…Yes!… Mitsuko shouted. …We have to seal the yokai…

…It shall not ruin more lives… Sayuri-chan agreed.

"Let's go, Miyu," Yoshiko shouted, racing for the portal. Her big tits bounced. "Help us."

"This is folly," Miyu said, but her bare feet slapped across the hallway floor.

Yoshiko threw herself into the portal, leaving behind the hallways of her private high school, Redwood Academy, behind. She gasped as she entered the dark void. For an eternity that lasted only heartbeats, she feared she would be trapped and—

She landed on wet stone, stumbling. Before her, Chris moaned, lifted into the air by the tentacle monster, joining Kat, Ms. Lindon, and Lori in writhing with the monster. Yoshiko's heart clenched as she stared at it.

"FUTANARI!" it bellowed in such glee as its eyes stared at her. Tentacles lunged.

"Oh, no," Yoshiko gasped.

And then Miyu, stepping through the portal, bumped into Yoshiko. She tripped and fell forward right into the tentacles. Lust flared through her as the writhing appendages wrapped about her body. Sucking ends latched onto her nipples, her breasts squeezed into bulging mounds. She moaned, lifted into the air, her toes curling.

She tried to fight the pleasure. Sayuri had done something to her. Wasn't it meant to protect her from the lusts? To let her fight the monster? But the pleasure surged through her flesh. Her entire body tingled as the monster lifted her up over its body, its tentacles ramming into her pussy.

"Yes," she howled as the tentacle-cock fucked in and out of her pussy. Her girl-dick throbbed and bobbed in the air, precum dripping from the tip as the monster fucked her pussy so hard, so fast.

Shivering pleasure shot through her. Her head snapped back. She moaned and gasped, her pussy clenching and squeezing down on the thrusting cock. A second rubbed at her asshole. Burning rapture surged through her as it slammed into her bowels.

Ecstasy washed through her body. Her pussy clenched so hard. Her toes curled and her arms spasmed. Below, white lights flashed as Sayuri and Miyu battled more tentacles reaching for them at the portal. Yoshiko was dimly aware of the wand lashing its chain around, driving back tentacles while Miyu used her piece of paper as a shield.

All Yoshiko cared about was being fucked.

"Lori," Chris moaned nearby. The gender-swapped futanari grasped Lori's shoulders. Shaking her. "Oh, Lori, it's fucking my cock and pussy."

"Chris…?" Lori's words were slurred. "Oh, Chris, yes."

The pair kissed as the tentacles fucked them. Yoshiko quivered in delight as she dangled overhead. The tentacle-cocks reamed in so fast and hard into her pussy. They stimulated her, shooting pleasure through to the tip of her dick.

"ĪE!" bellowed the monster as more light flashed.

Yoshiko's girl-dick ached and throbbed. She grasped it, stroking it with her hands as fast as she could. The pleasure surged through her. Her pussy and asshole clenched down on the thrusting tentacle-cocks. Her dick throbbed, dripping precum into the monster's mouth.

Each drop glowed with a opalescent sheen, bemusing Yoshiko for moments.

…It's working, Miyu-chan… Sayuri called out. …Work around to the right…

"Yes," Miyu called.

"Oh, Miyu," Yoshiko moaned. "You have to experience this. It's the best. Its fucking my asshole and pussy so hard. I'm going to cum!"

"Good," Miyu moaned. "Cum! You, too, Chris!"

Flashes of white light strobed through the grotto as Yoshiko writhed. The waving tentacles brought her closer to Kat, her bully. The punkish girl writhed and gasped, her breasts jiggling, her mouth open wide.

"No fair," Yoshiko gasped, her free hand reaching out to grasp the tentacle fucking up and down Kat's pussy. "I have a cock, too, yokai! Why won't you fuck mine? Don't fuck hers! She's a bitch!"

"I was such a bitch," moaned Kat, her body quivering. "Yoshiko, you're here. Oh, yes. That's awesome!"

"It is," Yoshiko panted, her orgasm swelling. Her cock throbbed in her stroking hand while her pussy and asshole burned from the wonderful friction of the thrusting tentacle-cocks. The one in her pussy was thicker, stretching her cunt open so wide. It made her body twitch and spasm. "And you're still a bitch."

"Sorry," Kat moaned, squirming. "Oh, god, yes, take my cum. Drink it! It needs all our jizz."

"Yes!" Yoshiko jerked her cock as fast as she could, her dick aimed at the yawning mouth beneath her. More drops of her opalescent precum rained down. There was a scintillating, mother-of-pearl sheen to the droplets.

"Pretty," Yoshiko groaned, stroking her dick so hard, the pressure building and building.

Kat's hands seized Yoshiko's face and planted her lips on Yoshiko's. Her blue eyes widened as a new heat surged through her. She moaned into her bully's mouth, their tongues dancing. Her pussy clenched hard on the thrusting cock. Her asshole writhed about the other.

Brilliant cum spurted from her dick. It glowed with pearly light as it shot straight down to the open mouth of the monster. The rapture burned hot through Yoshiko. She shivered and moaned into Kat's kiss, her free hand squeezing her bully's breast. Her body thrashed as the ecstasy boiled through her mind.

Every eruption of her cock shot more and more bliss through her body. She spasmed.

"ĪE!" roared the monster. It writhed, its moans filled with pain. It closed its mouth, Yoshiko's cum splattering its purple, rubbery flesh.

And smoked.

"Fuck!" Chris moaned nearby. "I'm cumming, Lori!"

"Wonderful!" purred the redhead.

The monster's roar boomed through the grotto. It ripped its tentacle-pussy off Chris's dick. Smoke poured from the tentacles-pussy's fleshy opening, Chris's cum sizzling the monster. Yoshiko didn't care what was going on. She was cumming.. She kept kissing Kat harder and harder, their tongues dueling.

Such rapture shot through her.

"Now, Sayuri-san!" shouted Miyu.

…I am a student of the Divine Dance, I am the embodiment of the Sacred Kami. I am the champion of Kanshu-no-Kami, blessed in his name on the day of my birth. My mother before me danced the Kagura to keep you bound, as did her mother and hers. And so shall my daughter! The blood of Kanshu pumps through my veins…

…You cannot stand before me Nightwater!…

As Yoshiko thrashed, white light glowed from empty air. A figure appeared in the middle, outline by the radiance, negative space inside pure white. The figure danced, spinning, chanting in a sonorous tone while the wand whirled around her.

…By Kanshu-no-Kami's sacred strength, the power of his mighty limbs, the strength of his righteous will, I bind you, Yokubō-no-Tako. I name you Tentacles of the Depths, the Darkness of the Grotto, the Slime of Passion, Nightwater, Dark Foam, Lurker in Dark Waters, Molester of Maidens, Woman Eater, Devourer of Passions, Hunger of the Depths, Bottomfeeder, Clam Devourer, Tentacles of Dark Rapture, Octopus of Darkness! By your nineteen names, I bind you and seal you!…

The monster roared. Yoshiko came again. Her cum splattered on its flesh as she thrashed in rapture. Miyu thrust her ofuda forward, striking the beast in its rubbery face as its tentacles reeled and roiled. Energy flashed through the room. The white light about Sayuri's ghost flared brighter and brighter. The radiance swallowed Yoshiko.

And…

Warmth engulfed her.

"Yoshiko-chan," a soft voice whispered.

Gentle hands stroked her. Water splashed.

"Wake up, Yoshiko-chan," a second voice whispered.

"It's over. Wake up, please, Yoshiko-chan."

Her eyes fluttered open. Yoshiko groaned, the two hands sliding up her body, one finding her left breast, giving a squeeze. Two Japanese girls stared down at her, their eyes slanted, their face delicate, like dolls, with dusky-olive skin a few shades lighter than her own. Their breasts were small, nipples hard and dark. One had her black hair piled into looping mounds and held in place by an alabaster comb.

"Mitsuko?" Yoshiko groaned. "Sayuri-chan?"

"Yes," Sayuri smiled, water dripping off her body. Steam rose around them.

"We're in the hot springs," Yoshiko whispered. "Did I fall into your souls?"

Sayuri shook her head. "When the energy of the exorcism shot out, it caught you for a moment. You're still in Yomi, just a different part of it."

"I don't understand…"

"Sayuri-chan wanted to say goodbye to you," Mitsuko said, her hand squeezing Yoshiko's breast. "And, my, what large bosoms you have. Is that from your gaijin blood, Yoshiko-chan?"

"Yes." Yoshiko shivered. "Goodbye?"

Tears burned in Sayuri-chan's eyes. "I'm afraid so."

She leaned down and kissed Yoshiko on the lips. Confused, she sighed into the kiss, loving the feel of Sayuri's lips on hers. Her hand reached out, bushing through the water to find the ghost's body. She brushed a sleek thigh, stroking it.

Then Mitsuko leaned down and engulfed Yoshiko's hard nipple.

She shivered and moaned into Sayuri's kiss, her nipple throbbing in Mitsuko's mouth. Both their delicious hands stroked down her stomach and plunged beneath the waters. They grasped Yoshiko's hardening girl-cock.

Delight rippled through her body as both girls stroked her dick. Their hands were wrapped about her shaft, one above the other, and stroked her slowly. Her crown throbbed every time they reached the pinnacle.

Oh, this is wonderful.

Mitsuko swirled her tongue about Yoshiko's nipple between hard sucks. Every time the princess did, tingles raced down to Yoshiko's pussy. Her snatch clenched as her thighs rubbed together, a growing ache building and building in her.

And then the ghosts' others hands, the ones not occupied by stroking her dick, lifted her ass until she floated on the surface of the water. It didn't feel like normal floating where she could sink down at any moment, but like the water supported her. It was impossible, but this wasn't the real world.

It's a dream. Their dream.

Sayuri broke the kiss. "Mitsuko, want to suck your first cock?"

"I think I have," the princess's ghost said, her eyes growing faint, distant. "When…"

"That doesn't count. You weren't yourself." Sayuri's hand, which turned out to be the one at the bottom, shook Yoshiko's cock. "Come on, let's suck her cock. I can attest that Yoshiko-chan's cock is wonderful."

"Oh, you were so naughty today," Mitsuko grinned.

"I was. My deepest apologies for not sharing my fun with you." Sayuri inclined her head, her long, black strands of silky hair spreading across the water. "I offer you the first taste of Yoshiko-chan's delightful cock."

"Mmm, yum," Mitsuko purred.

The two spirits slid down her body. Yoshiko trembled, their hands caressing her side as she floated impossibly. She closed her eyes, enjoying the steam around her, their hands on her. Their tongues licking at her cock.

"Oh, yes," she moaned, shivering as both ghosts' tongues climbed her cock.

They went slowly, dragging their tongues, savoring her cock. They rose higher and higher on Yoshiko's long shaft. And then they both reached her spongy crown at the same moment. A shiver raced through her body as their tongues swirled around her tip.

And met at its peak.

The ghosts kissed around her cock's crown. Sayuri cupped Mitsuko's cheeks with her hands, both their eyes closed as their lips worked together and against the tip of Yoshiko's cock. Pleasure spasmed down her shaft and through her body.

Tears burned in Yoshiko's eyes. It was so beautiful. For five hundred years, they had been separated, kept apart by the terrible monster. Poor Mitsuko was even driven mad. But it was over. They had each other.

"Thank you," Yoshiko whispered.

Sayuri broke the kiss. "For what?"

"For including me in your love."

Color darkened Sayuri's cheeks while her smile grew pleased. "Thank you for helping me save her, Yoshiko-chan. You shall have my eternal thanks and friendship."

"Thank you," breathed the princess, her hand still gripping Yoshiko's shaft. Then she slid it up, squeezing hard. A bubble of precum appeared at the tip. The princess licked it. "Mmm, accept our thanks."

"Yes," Yoshiko groaned as the princess licked again.

Sayuri's tongue joined Mitsuko, the pair lapping at the precum bubbling out of Yoshiko's futa-dick. The busty girl shuddered, her tits jiggling above the water. Her toes curled. Pleasure shot through her as the ghosts licked and nuzzled at her cock.

Then Mitsuko engulfed the crown, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

"That's it," purred Sayuri. "It's like sucking a very fat nipple. Put all your effort into it. And don't forget to run your tongue around the crown."

"She's hasn't," gasped Yoshiko, shivering as the princess's tongue swirled around her tip. "Oh, Mitsuko-hime, that's amazing."

The princess smiled around Yoshiko's cock, her mouth bobbing lower and lower, taking more of it. Her hand stroked the base. The busty futanari groaned, hands grasping her own tits. She squeezed her pillowy mounds as the pressure swelled in the depths of her pussy.

Sayuri's head vanished beneath the water. She moved then resurfaced, pushing Yoshiko's legs apart, exposing her pussy. The futa-ghost licked and nuzzled at Yoshiko's pussy, sliding her tongue through her hot folds, shooting pleasure through her body.

Water splashed as Yoshiko writhed. Her ass clenched and her toes curled. Mitsuko sucked so hard, and Sayuri licked so fervently. Her back arched as the two ghosts loved her pussy and cock. Mitsuko's head bobbed, moaning as she enjoyed giving her first blowjob.

And Sayuri loved devouring Yoshiko's pussy.

"Oh, that's so good," Yoshiko purred, the pleasure building in her. "Oh, just what I needed. Mmm, yes. Oh, lick me. Devour me. Make me explode."

"Uh-huh," Sayuri moaned. "Oh, you taste so good, Yoshiko-chan. Cum in Mitsuko's mouth. Let her have her first taste of girl-cum."

"It's wonderful!" groaned Yoshiko, her pussy clenching while Sayuri's tongue probed deep. "Oh, my god, yes. I'm going to cum so hard."

The pressure built in the depths of her pussy. It surged, looking for a weakness to explode through. It found her cock, pressing up the shaft towards her tip. Sayuri licked faster, each swipe expanding the pressure while Mitsuko's sucks brought her closer and closer to erupting.

Sayuri's tongue fluttered through her folds. Yoshiko groaned, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure built and built. Mitsuko twisted her head, moving the sensitive tip of Yoshiko's girl-cock around the inside of her mouth. The sensation shot down her cock, joining the bliss churned by Sayuri's tongue.

"Yes!"

Yoshiko exploded.

Her cum surged up her cock and erupted into Mitsuko's mouth. The princess gasped in shock, slanted eyes widening as the first blast of girl-jizz splattered against the back of her throat and swirled through her mouth. Yoshiko's pussy clenched with each eruption, squeezing down on Sayuri's probing tongue. The pleasure surged so hard through her.

She thrashed, rapture flooding from her pussy and shooting from her cock. She groaned with each eruption. Her fingers clenched hard on her tits as she thrashed, floating on the water. Her ass clenched, hips bucking, driving her cumming cock to the back of Mitsuko's mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes, you wonderful ghosts! I love it! Oh, Sayuri-chan! Mitsuko-hime! Wonderful!"

The final heave shuddered through her body. Her cock spurted the last time. Her pussy's spasms died. She groaned, relaxing into the hot water, arms falling down at her side. Mitsuko pulled her mouth off Yoshiko's dick, seized Sayuri's face. The pair kissed, sharing cum and pussy juices, their tongues dancing as Yoshiko drifted on rapture.

"Wonderful," Mitsuko moaned, breaking the kiss. "Oh, I can't wait to suck your cock, Sayuri."

"Mmm, I can't wait either."

"But we need to give her a final gift," Mitsuko said, stroking Yoshiko's still hard dick. "A taste of royal pussy."

"I've already had a taste," Yoshiko groaned, remembering when she fell into Sayuri's soul and fucked the memory of Mitsuko. I even took your cherry once.

Mitsuko blinked at that. "Was that when I was mad?"

"Too long to explain," Yoshiko groaned. "But, yes, I would love to experience your royal pussy."

Mitsuko rose out of the water like she was on an elevator. She stood on the surface of the steaming hot spring, then lowered herself, straddling Yoshiko's waist. The futanari groaned as Sayuri raised her dick and brought it to the princess's pussy.

"Enjoy, Yoshiko-chan," Sayuri said, guiding Yoshiko to Mitsuko's pussy.

"I will," Yoshiko groaned as the hot, tight pussy slid down her shaft. Her eyes widened at the pleasure engulfing her dick. It was intense, surrounding her. It made her shiver and squirm. Her girl-cock throbbed as more and more of the princess's snatch swallowed her cock.

Until Mitsuko, shuddering in delight, bottomed out. She ran her hands up to her small breasts, cupping them as she groaned her delight. She shifted, sliding the futanari's cock around in her pussy. A smile grew on her lips.

"Oh, that is as wonderful as your cock, Sayuri."

"I'm glad she is satisfying you," Sayuri purred. She hugged Mitsuko from behind, hands reaching around, caressing the princess's stomach.

At the same moment, Sayuri's futa-cock pressed at Yoshiko's pussy. She groaned again, this time caused by her pussy being filled with hot cock. Her dick throbbed in Mitsuko's pussy as more and more of the futa-ghost's shaft slid into her depths.

"Yes," Yoshiko groaned when Sayuri bottomed out in her pussy. "Oh, this will be wonderful!"

"Yes!" agreed Sayuri. "You are just so wonderful, Sayuri. Her pussy feels as amazing as yours, Mitsuko."

"Good," Mitsuko groaned. "Enjoy her, my love. I know I shall."

Sayuri, grinning over Mitsuko's shoulders, drew back her cock and slammed it. As she did, Mitsuko rose up Yoshiko's girl-dick and then slid back down it. Pleasure raced through the busty futanari. Her cock and pussy both burning with friction as the two sexy ghosts enjoyed her body.

Her big breasts bounced and jiggled as she was rode and fucked. Her cock throbbed in Mitsuko's pussy and her cunt clenched on Sayuri's thrusting dick. The pleasure roared through her on the heels of her last orgasms.

"I am so lucky!" Yoshiko moaned. "Thank you, Sayuri, for haunting me!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Mitsuko moaned in agreement, riding Yoshiko faster and faster. Her hands squeezed her small tits. A moment later, Sayuri's hands joined Mitsuko's. Both ghosts groped the princess's breasts, pinching her nipples.

Which caused her pussy to clench harder on Yoshiko's dick.

Water splashed as Yoshiko trembled. Sayuri slammed her girl-cock deep into the busty futanari's pussy. Hot friction burned in her sheath, shooting rapture up to the tip of her cock buried in wet cunt. The princess twisted her hips, undulating, stirring Yoshiko's girl-dick through rapture. Bliss shot down her cock to her pussy.

The two sensations ran back and forth between her pussy and cock. And when they passed, sparks burst in the depths of her body. Yoshiko groaned, the pleasure building and building as the two sexy ghosts enjoyed her body. They fucked her hard, fast, ramming their cocks over and over into her depths. It was amazing.

Stupendous.

She didn't want it to stop. She didn't want them to ever finish fucking her. She wanted this delight to continue forever and ever. She always wanted rapture shooting through her. She wanted to writhe in their paradise with these two wonderful spirits.

But what about Chris and Lori? She thought about her two best friends, one changed so much. She was so close to them both. She was their lover now. And there were others. Ms. Lindon, her lesbian teacher that she had a crush on, and even Kat. The bully who had tormented Yoshiko because she was afraid of her attraction, her love. What a stupid cunt. We could have had so much fun if she was just honest.

"Yes, yes, yes," Yoshiko groaned, pushing aside thoughts of her friends. For now, she would live in the moment, enjoy the ghosts for as long as she could. "You're both so amazing."

"And your cock!" Mitsuko groaned. "Oh, yes. It's stirring my cauldron to a boiling froth. Do you feel it? How hot I am?"

"You're burning up," I groaned, squirming, my pussy clenching so hard on Sayuri's pounding cock.

"And so is your pussy, Yoshiko-chan," panted Sayuri. "Oh, my girl-dick wants to erupt."

"Yes, yes, season her cauldron with your salty seed," panted Mitsuko, undulating her body, her head twisting back.

The two ghosts kissed over Mitsuko's shoulder. The princess slammed down Yoshiko's cock. She moaned into the kiss, her pussy spasming. Cumming. The busty futanari gasped in delight, her cock massaged by writhing cunt.

Sayuri hammered faster while Mitsuko sank down Yoshiko's shaft. The princess convulsed, her orgasm burning hot through her while her pussy milked Yoshiko's girl-dick. She was eager for her own cauldron to be basted.

And then hot cum spurted into Yoshiko's pussy. Sayuri slammed her dick into Yoshiko's depths, unloading blast after blast of yummy jizz. The heat washed through Yoshiko. Her pussy clenched so hard on the erupting cock, her dick aching in Mitsuko's spasming pussy.

"You are so wonderful!" Yoshiko came as she orgasmed.

Powerful ecstasy surged through her body. It slammed into her mind. Stars burst across her vision. Darkness fuzzed her sight to pinpricks as she thrashed in the water. Rapture burned through her—gifts from the two ghost.

Her pussy milked Sayuri's cock of all its cum. Her dick erupted into Mitsuko's pussy, flooding her cauldron with salty girl-jizz. Pleasure surged through her. She held it as the two ghosts moaned their delight. The pleasure rippled over and over through her. She drifted, darkness swallowing her up.

And then she felt two lips kiss at her face. "Goodbye, Yoshiko-chan," whispered Sayuri.

"Thank you so much," Mitsuko added. "You are wonderful, Yoshiko-chan."

"We will think of you."

"I won't forget you!" Yoshiko said, grief tinging her pleasure.

"I hope your life is long and happy, Yoshiko-chan," Sayuri said, her voice so faint.

And then Yoshiko's eyes opened. She burned with lust. Slime covered her flesh. She lay in a tangle of bodies on the hallway floor of her high school. Lori, Chris, Ms. Lindon, Kat, Miyu, and Mariah sprawled around her, all covered in the yokai's aphrodisiac slime.

Tears fell down Yoshiko's cheeks. She knew Sayuri and Mitsuko were gone, their souls happy in their own private heaven.

And then the lust consumed her and her lips found her best friend. She kissed Lori hard, red hair falling about her face.Lori shivered, lusts surging through her. She didn't know what was going on. She didn't care. She was sandwiched between the two people she cared about most, their slippery bodies sliding against hers. Chris was behind Lori, the blonde's large breasts pressing into her back. Chris was still a girl. Still a futa.

A huge cock prodded Lori's ass.

Yoshiko kissed Lori hard, their tits pressed together, Lori's small compared to Yoshiko's big breasts. The half-Japanese futanari's cock rubbed at Lori's stomach, making her pussy clench and tingle in delight.

She hardly missed having a girl-cock. But she was glad Chris and Yoshiko had theirs.

"You're alive," Chris groaned, nuzzling at Lori's neck. "You're alive. We saved you."

Lori broke the kiss. "Yes, yes, yes, you came for me, Chris."

"I came, too," Yoshiko groaned. "And Sayuri-chan helped. She enchanted us."

"Burned the bastard," Chris groaned, her hands sliding around, finding Lori's breasts. "Oh, Lori, you're safe."

"Safe," Lori moaned, twisting her head. "Love you," she purred before she kissed her futanari girlfriend over the shoulder.

Their tongues danced. Her body squirmed, rubbing her ass against Chris's cock, savoring the blonde's hard nipples in her back. Chris's dick slipped between her butt-cheeks. Groaning, the blonde fucked her hips, sliding her girl-cock up and down through Lori's crack.

Mmm, she's so horny. Love it.

Yoshiko nibbled on Lori's neck and ear. She purred in delight as her tongue sent ripples through Lori's body. The redhead's nipples throbbed and her pussy clenched. She squirmed, aching to be filled again. By something better than a tentacle-cock.

Her hands stroked down Yoshiko's body, reaching for her girl-dick. She grasped it, stroking it, and sliding it lower. Her butt-cheeks clenched on Chris's thrusting cock as she pressed Yoshiko's futa-dick against the folds of her pussy.

"Yes, yes, yes," Yoshiko moaned. "Oh, Lori, I love your pussy."

Chris broke the kiss. "Fuck her," she groaned. "Let's fuck her together. I know Lori will love it."

"Oh, Chris," Lori shuddered. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too," she answered, her blue eyes shining. She squeezed Lori's breasts. "I was so scared when it took you."

"But you came for me. My heroine." Lori kissed Chris again as Yoshiko's cock slammed into her pussy.

"I came, too," moaned Yoshiko, her voice throaty with pleasure as her girl-dick buried into Lori's snatch.

Lori broke the kiss, moaning, "Yes, you did. You're such a great best friend, Yoshiko."

Lori kissed Yoshiko, her pussy clenching down on the busty futanari's thrusting cock. Behind Lori, Chris shifted her hips, drawing them back. Her girl-dick slid through Lori's butt-crack until the tip prodded at her asshole.

She groaned into Yoshiko's lips as Chris's cock rammed into her asshole, precum and the tentacle monster's aphrodisiac slime lubing the way.

Yes! burst through Lori's thoughts. Both of them in me. This is wonderful.

Her asshole and pussy clenched on both thrusting cocks. She lay sandwiched between them. She writhed and groaned, twitching and undulating as their thick cocks fucked in and out of her pussy. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the pleasure burned so hot through her body. She trembled, nipples aching.

Pleasure growing.

She kissed Yoshiko so hard as they pounded her. Lori writhed her hips, working her holes up and down both their cocks. The two futas fucked her hard, their dicks slamming in and out of her holes at different rhythms. Sometimes, they thrust in together. At other times one pumped her cock in as the other drew it out.

Lori didn't care. She just loved the pleasure. It burned hot through her. The friction bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm. She moaned into Yoshiko's kiss, their tongues dueling. Chris's fingers pinched and rolled her nipples, adding more and more pleasure to the rapture burning through her.

"Yes, yes, yes," groaned Chris. "Oh, I love fucking your asshole. And I can feel Yoshiko through you. God, this is hot."

Lori shuddered, clenching down with both her holes.

Around them, the others fucked, two. Mariah moaned; the Black girl fucked hard by Kat. Ms. Lindon was on her hands and knees, her breasts swaying as Miyu pounded the teacher hard from behind, savoring the exchange student's girl-cock.

Lori broke the kiss, moaning, "Oh, my god, this is too much! Two futanari cocks in me! I'm going to explode. This is amazing!"

"Yes," Yoshiko gasped. "Chris, let's flood her. Let's give your girlfriend all the girl-jizz she wants."

"And I want sooooo much," Lori moaned, the friction bringing her closer and closer to erupting.

"Yes," grunted Chris, her hips thrusting faster and faster. The blonde reamed deep into Lori's asshole. Her bowels burned, the heat rushing to her pussy.

Which ached from Yoshiko's hard thrusts.

Lori trembled, her face twisting with pleasure. And then she exploded. Her pussy and asshole writhed about her lover's thrusting cocks. She groaned and spasmed. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She groaned through her clenched teeth. The pleasure shot through her. It burned so wonderfully through her body.

She loved it. She never wanted it to end. She wanted to hold onto this rapture for as long as she could. It was stupendous. Amazing. Powerful.

Her body twitched and spasmed. Her holes massaged their cocks. "Yes, yes, yes," exploded from her lips. "Keep fucking me!"

"Keep cumming," Chris moaned. "Your ass… Damn, Lori!"

"Her pussy's amazing," Yoshiko panted, her blue eyes wide with joy.

Their dicks pumped and thrust. The friction kept her cumming, gasping. The pleasure rushed over and over through her. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She screamed out in rapture. Stars burst before her eyes.

"Cum in me!" she howled, her orgasm carrying to higher and higher heights.

"Yes," Chris grunted. "Lori!"

"So good!" panted Yoshiko.

The two futanari thrust their dicks into Lori's depths and exploded. Hot cum spurted into her holes. Her pussy and asshole bathed in girl-spunk. Lori thrashed and moaned. Her spasming cunt and bowels milked their cocks. She savored every drop flooding into her body, heaving between her girlfriend and best friend.

"I'm so lucky to have you!" she screamed as her pleasure peaked, tears of joys burning her eyes.Chris came hard into her girlfriend's asshole. The cum boiled out of her futa-cock. She shivered, loving it, holding Lori tight. She felt Yoshiko's dick throbbing through the membranes of flesh separating them. They had both flooded Lori's holes.

And the redhead loved it.

"Goddamn, that was good," Chris groaned, her dick still hard. She still had to fuck. She pulled her cock out of Lori's asshole and rolled onto her back. Her large tits bounced and heaved as she struggled to catch her breath.

The other group fucking and writing broke apart. Mariah scrambled across her hands and knees, her ebony skin painted with Miyu's or Kat's girl-jizz. The African-American girl reached Chris, her eyes cloudy with lusts.

"Hi, I'm Mariah," she moaned. "Oh, god, there's another one of you futanari."

"Yeah, I know you," Chris groaned. "It's me, Chris."

Mariah blinked as she grabbed the futanari's cock. She cocked her head. "Holy shit, Chris, you're a girl! Or a futa-girl or whatever. What happened to you?"

"It's been a crazy day."

Mariah nodded her head, a naughty grin on her lips. Then she leaned down and licked at Chris's cock, tasting Lori's asshole. Chris groaned as her art partner's tongue climbed higher and higher up her shaft until she reached the pink, throbbing tip. She swirled around it.

"Ooh, ass. That's so nasty but I love it." Mariah's dark eyes flicked up to Chris, twinkling, then she swallowed the tip of the blonde futanari's dick.

"Oh, fuck, Mariah!" Pleasure shot down Chris's shaft as the Black girl sucked hard, cleaning Lori's ass from the tip. "That's good. Oh, damn."

Lori knelt next to Chris. "You naughty slut. I knew it! You wanted to get Mariah's mouth on your dick! That's why she was your art project partner!"

"What?" Chris gasped, twinges of panic crashing into her lust. "No, no."

Lori's flushed face broke into a grin. "Just fucking with you. I know you weren't. You love me."

"I do."

"And I have a pussy full of cum," she purred.

Chris licked her mouth, all the invitation her redheaded girlfriend needed. Lori through her thigh over Chris's head, turned, and straddled him. A large glob of Yoshiko's girl-jizz fell out of Lori's pussy, splattering on Chris's lips. She licked them, savoring the salty flavor as her girlfriend lowered her cum-filled muff to his hungry mouth. More jizz ran down her taint from between her butt-cheeks.

I get to eat my cum mixed with Yoshiko's, thought Chris as Lori's pussy sealed on her mouth.

"Suck my girlfriend's cock, skank," Lori moaned, squirming on Chris's lips. "Make her cum! She came to rescue me! She's awesome!"

Chris's heart thudded so hard as her tongue flailed through Lori's snatch, gathering as much of Yoshiko and her own salty cum as possible. It mixed with Lori's tart pussy juices. The three flavors mixed in her mouth, wonderfully naughty. Her pussy clenched as her dick throbbed in Mariah's mouth.

The Black girl took Lori's words to heart, bobbing, sucking, swirling her tongue, giving Chris's dick as much pleasure as she could. The blonde moaned into her girlfriend's snatch, licking harder. Her hands roamed Lori's body, sliding up her stomach to grasp her round breasts, squeezing them.

And then a new person joined the fun. Silky hair brushed Chris's thighs. A moment later, a hot tongue and nuzzling lips pressed at her pussy. Pleasure shivered through her body as a tongue lapped at her cunt. Mariah sucked harder at her cock.

Chris moaned into her girlfriend's pussy, wondering who licked her own cunt.

"Oh, Miyu, you're snacking on my girlfriend's snatch," Lori moaned, grinding on Chris's face.

"She taste so good," Miyu moaned in her lovely, Japanese accent.

Then her tongue dived back into Chris's pussy. The blonde futa groaned, squirming, savoring the pleasure shooting from her dick and pussy while devouring Lori's cunt. Chris shoved her tongue in deep, swirling around, gathering every drop of Yoshiko's cum she could. The pleasure built fast in her body, her ovaries boiling with jizz.

Her hips bucked. She moaned, unable to withstand the double-assault. Her eyes squeezed closed, her hands clenched on Lori's soft breasts. Her pussy spasmed. Her dick erupted. Cum flooded Mariah's hungry mouth while pussy juices gushed into Miyu's.

"Yes, yes, yes," Chris moaned into Lori's snatch.

"You made her cum!" Lori moaned, grinding and squirming on Chris's face. "That's so hot. Oh, yes! Drink her cum and pussy juices. Give my futa-girlfriend all the pleasure you can! This is so hot!"

Chris agreed, trembling as the pleasure rippled through her body. Miyu's tongue danced across her folds while Mariah gulped down every last drop of her futa-cum. Then the Black girl popped her mouth off, gasping for breath.

"So good! I've wanted to fuck Chris for so long. And now her dick is huge."

"I knew it," squealed Lori. "Fuck my girlfriend's cock. It's your chance, Mariah. I'm so horny right now, I don't care."

"Yes," Chris groaned as the Black girl moved.

Her dick throbbed as it was brought to Mariah's pussy. Chris groaned into Lori's snatch as Black cunt engulfed her White girl-dick. Mariah was tight and hot. Her pussy sank down Chris's cock, friction burning so hot.

"I need to get a piece," moaned Miyu, lifting her face. "I have to fuck your pussy again, Chris."

"Do it," moaned Lori. "It was so hot watching the video of you fucking Chris."

"Video?" Miyu groaned. "What?"

"I'll show you later," panted Lori. "Fuck my girlfriend. Pound her!"

Chris only groaned, her girl-dick massaged by Mariah's pussy sliding up and down her girth. And then Miyu's thick futa-cock pressed on her folds. Chris gasped, her back arching as a hard shaft thrust into her cunt, spreading her open.

Still tingling from her last orgasm, Chris thrashed, pleasure racing through her body. She licked and tongued Lori's pussy hard and fast. Her hands massaged her girlfriend's tits as she tongue through her folds. She drank down tart pussy juices and her own cum leaking out of Lori's asshole.

"Yes, yes, yes," Lori moaned. "Fuck my girlfriend. Oh, this is so hot, Chris. Watching other girls pleasuring you. Giving them a taste of what I'll get all the time. Mmm, will you let me choose them? The sluts you get to fuck?"

"Yes," Chris panted, willing to say anything right now. She felt so good, pleasure coursing through her body. Mariah's pussy slid faster and faster up and down her cock while Miyu's dick rammed so hard into her cunt, pounding the blonde futanari.

Lori's hands grabbed Chris's tits, squeezing them as she squirmed and bucked. Her moans grew louder and louder as Chris sucked on her clit. Then she let out a loud shout. Her body spasmed. Tart pussy flooded Chris's mouth.

Chris made Lori cum. She loved doing that.

The pleasure surged through her body. Her cock erupted into Mariah's cunt, flooding her with blast after blast of her futa-seed. Her pussy massaged Miyu's wonderful girth, spasming about it, milking the cock, eager for so much cum to dump into her body.

"Yes, yes, yes," Mariah gasp. "Cum in me, Chris! Oh, yes, flood me. So hot!"

"It is," panted Miyu. "Her pussy is spasming on my dick. Chris-chan! Yes!"

Chris shivered as Miyu's cum flooded her spasming pussy. She loved this. She had Lori back. The monster was gone, and no homicidal ghost was out to kill her. Yes, she was stuck in a girl's body. But at least she had a huge cock."Ms. Lindon," Yoshiko moaned as Lori pulled away. Yoshiko's dick was still hard, dripping with her friend's pussy. She spotted Ms. Lindon sliding off Miyu's cock. Yoshiko had such a crush on her sultry and graceful teacher. Ms. Lindon was so mature and refined. "Ever since I got my cock this afternoon, I've want to fuck your pussy. And I've wanted to eat it for even longer."

"Oh, I've seen you looking at me," the teacher purred. "I was waiting for the right time to seduce you."

"It's right now," Yoshiko pured.

"No, I get to fuck her pussy," Kat shouted, her dick wet with Mariah's cunt. "She's fucked me so many times. It's my turn to screw her."

"Oh, no," Ms. Lindon purred. "Two sexy girls with cocks fighting over me. Mmm, I'm such a wicked teacher. Which one should I choose?"

"Mine," Yoshiko gasped, rolling on to her knees and glaring at Kat. "Why do you ruin everything?"

"You can have your poke after mine," the bully said, grabbing Ms. Lindon. Kat was naked save for the spiked collar about her neck, keeping her looking tough and punkish despite how feminine her body was.

Yoshiko gasped as Kat kissed Ms. Lindon hard and pushed her down on the ground, mounting the teacher. Ms. Lindon didn't fight it, her thighs locking around Kat's waist. The bully brought her girl-cock to the teacher's pussy.

"No!" Yoshiko shouted.

She dashed across the space and knocked into the pair. Kat and Ms. Lindon rolled over. The teacher groaned as she came to rest on top of the bully, her pussy impaled onto Kat's hard dick. Yoshiko groaned, staring at the teacher's pussy, adorned by a trimmed bush, wrapped about Kat's girl-cock.

"That was my pussy!" Yoshiko groaned.

"Mine now," Kat gasped. "Thanks. I'm going to love having Ms. Lindon ride me."

"Oh, yes," groaned the teacher, her ass clenching. "Oh, Kat's dick feels amazing in me."

Yoshiko let out a screech of frustration. She would enjoy that pussy, too. She threw herself at the pair, draping her large breasts over Ms. Lindon's back. She pressed her cock against Kat's, nudging at the teacher's folds.

The teacher let out a long, low moan as Yoshiko's dick invaded the cock-stuffed cunt. Ms. Lindon shivered, clenching down, forcing Yoshiko's girl-dick against Kat's. Both futanari let out wanton moans as Yoshiko drove her dick deeper and deeper into her beautiful teacher's pussy.

Hugging Ms. Lindon from behind, Yoshiko gazed over her shoulder down at Kat. "Now I get to enjoy her pussy, too."

"Yes," Kat groaned, a huge smile on her lips. "Oh, yes, your cock is pressed so tight against mine. I love it, Yoshiko. We're sharing her pussy! Let's fuck her together."

Yoshiko frowned. She's not supposed to be happy. She's supposed to be angry. Yoshiko's blue eyes widened as Kat pumped her hips, sliding her cock in and out of Ms. Lindon's pussy and along Yoshiko's dick. Pleasure shivered through the half-Japanese futanari.

She moaned, "Yes, let's fuck her together."

Yoshiko's hips joined Kat's, the pair pumping their cocks into Ms. Lindon's double-stuffed pussy. The teacher moaned and gasped, squirming, writhing between them. She sounded like she was in heaven, so much rapture filling her she couldn't speak coherently.

"Two cocks… Yes… So… Oh, wow… Both… Yes… Gonna… Oh, wow… Yes… Both dicks… So good… So… Oh, fuck…"

Yoshiko stared into Kat's eyes as they double-teamed the teacher, their dicks pumping faster and faster, sliding through the teacher's juicy cunt, full of Miyu's girl-spunk. Yoshiko's nipples throbbed as they rubbed on her teacher's back, the pleasure building and building as she pumped faster and faster.

Her pussy clenched with every stroke. The pressure was intense. The friction building and building as she thrust harder and harder into the teacher's pussy. And rubbed against Kat's cock. It was so intimate to share the same pussy, to be in the same woman at the same time. Even more intimate than fucking Lori's pussy while Chris fucked the redhead's bowels.

This was intense. Their cocks throbbed together, ached. They slid past each other, lubed by their precum, Miyu's jizz, and Ms. Lindon's cream. Kat's face twisted with pleasure as she stared up at Yoshiko with such burning intensity.

You were such a bitch to me because you didn't know how else to act. You were scared of being a lesbian and took it out on me because you were attracted to me. "God, you are so immature, Kat."

"Uh-huh," she groaned. "Oh, Yoshiko, this is so hot. Oh, yes. I…I love it. I love sharing this pussy with you."

Yoshiko trembled. She bit her lip, thrusting harder and harder. Her pussy clenched, the pressure building in her depths. "I want to cum in her. With you. Let's flood her at the same time."

"Fuck, yeah!" Kat grinned, thrusting harder. "Mmm, your cock feels as good as her pussy."

"So good…" gasped Ms. Lindon. "I…"

The teacher's pussy exploded with heat, writhing hard against both the futas' thrusting cocks. She massaged them together. Yoshiko groaned, trembling, holding onto the teacher as Ms. Lindon's pussy spasmed about her dick, pressing her tight against Kat's.

Both futas both groaned, fucking their cumming teacher harder and harder. Yoshiko's nipples throbbed on Ms. Lindon's back as she stared into Kat's eyes. Yoshiko shivered. She was so close to erupting. Kat nodded at Yoshiko, on the verge of erupting, too.

"Kat!" Yoshiko moaned, driving her dick into Ms. Lindon's cunt.

"Yoshiko!" Kat panted. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Their dicks throbbed together. Their cum boiled into the same pussy. The pleasure shot through Yoshiko, a powerful rush slamming into her mind, assaulting her with bliss. She groaned, swaying, so dizzy from the lusts attacking her. It was the best. It was rapture. She didn't want it to end. She wanted to hold onto this moment.

Their jizz filled their teacher. It sloshed so hot around their two girl-cocks. Yoshiko groaned with each blast. Exhilaration shot through her. We won! We saved Lori, and the two ghosts are together, happy in their afterlife. I won't ever get to see Sayuri again, but I know she's at peace.

And I am grateful for what Sayuri did to me. I love being a futanari. "Thank you for haunting me!"

"Fuck," Kat groaned. "We have to do that to her all the time."

"Yes," mewled Ms. Lindon.

Kat grabbed Yoshiko's hand, her fingers delicate as they stroked the half-Japanese Futanari. "Yes, all the time," Yoshiko nodded. A surge of warmth shooting through her. Am I really thinking about doing this? " And maybe…me and you…?"

Kat nodded her head quickly.

Yoshiko smiled."Lick my pussy clean," moaned Ms. Lindon as Lori lapped two futas' worth of cum out of the teacher's pussy. "Oh, my god, they stretched me apart."

"I'll say," Lori said. Yoshiko and Kat were sucking on each other's cocks now, humping each other. It was so strange to see Yoshiko and her bully acting friendly to each other. They were even having fun. This is a fucked up day.

Lori shivered as Chris's dick slid into her pussy from behind. The redhead wiggled her hips, savoring her futanari girlfriend's huge cock spreading open her pussy. She clenched down on the thick girth, tonguing through Ms. Lindon's pussy and…

"What the fuck!" Lori asked, her head shooting up. "Why aren't I a futa? Yoshiko and Chris both fuck me."

"Huh?" Chris groaned. "Oh, shit. And neither is Mariah or Ms. Lindon, they've both been fucked, too."

"Why would a futa fucking someone make them also into a futanari?" asked Miyu, her hips pumping away as she rammed her girl-dick into Mariah's sloppy, Black pussy. Chris's cum ran white down the African American's ebony thighs as she knelt on her hands and knees.

"Well, that's how I became a futa," Lori moaned, her pussy clenching on Chris's dick. "And then I fucked Chris, and she became a futa."

"But when Miyu fucked me, I didn't become one," Chris groaned. She glanced at Lori. "Only yours made me one."

"And Yoshiko made Kat one," Lori added. "What the fuck, Miyu? I mean, I don't need to be one. I like being just a girl, but, still."

"It must have been Sayuri," groaned Miyu, her small ass clenching as she thrust into Mariah's pussy. "She was a yūrei, and they can have weird effects. She was making anyone fucked by her, or a futanari made by her, into one. I imagine if she didn't move on, it would have spread and spread."

"Like a virus of futas?" groaned Ms. Lindon. "Fascinating. This has been a wild day."

"Oh, yes," Mariah panted. "When we're done, someone needs to explain all this shit to me."

"Gladly," Miyu groaned, thrusting harder and harder. "Oh, a Black girl. Always wanted to fuck a Black girl."

Lori giggled then lowered her face back to Ms. Lindon's pussy. She lapped through the cum-filled pussy. Things were going to be so different now. Chris would be a girl with a huge cock, which would be a shock to everyone, and Yoshiko and Kat were both futanari.

She had no idea what the fallout would be. And right not, she didn't care. She had her girlfriend's big, throbbing dick buried in her pussy and another cunt full of futa-cum to devour. Yoshiko and Kat's combined spunk flooded out of Ms. Lindon's pussy.

And Lori lapped it up.

She was just glad to be alive. To be free from the tentacle monster. Her futanari girlfriend loved her enough to risk her life to rescue her. Lori thought she loved Chris even more now. No, I know I love her more.

She bucked back into Chris's thrusts, sealing her lips over Ms. Lindon's pussy and sucking hard. The teacher and Chris both moaned. Chris thrust faster while Lori drank the thick, salty cum out of her teacher's pussy.

It was a new life they all had and she was so glad to share it with Chris.

Lori came hard on her girlfriend's big dick, her pussy massaging the huge shaft plunging over and over into her depths. She moaned into the teacher's sloppy cunt, licking faster and faster, gathering all the yummy jizz she could. The pleasure surged through Lori, Chris groaning, savoring her spasming pussy.

"Lori!" she moaned and erupted.One week later…

"Let's go," Yoshiko said, yanking Kat to her feet from where she sat at the cafeteria. Then, because she could, she kissed her former bully on the lips.

Kat kissed her back, melting against Yoshiko which made her clit ache and throb to turn back into a futa-cock.

Everyone at Redwood Academy had been shocked the first time, a week ago, Yoshiko had kissed Kat in public. It was no secret that the rich Kat bullied Yoshiko and got away with it thanks to her daddy's donations and endowments to the school. But things had changed, and now Kat was more than happy to do what Yoshiko said.

And Yoshiko was happy to kiss the once homophobic girl at every chance she could in public. She hoped Kat made her so giddy and happy a year from now. Two years. Even ten.

"Well, off to have your 'tutoring' with Ms. Lindon?" Lori asked, sitting on Chris's lap across the table.

"Oh, yes, we have so much to learn," Yoshiko nodded.

"Yep," Kat agreed, beaming.

"We don't want to be late."

"Nope," Chris giggled.

People were surprisingly supportive of Chris coming out as a "girl." Everyone assumed that she wore a padded bra and a wig. Chris made sure not to wear anything low-cut. Over the summer, she planned on having a "boob job." Everyone called Chris "brave" and "heroic." The school administers were so proud to have a transgender girl attending their school. No one had made the connection between Chris and the girl being fucked by Miyu in the video Phil Parish uploaded to PornHub.

The school still talked about the disappearance of Phil Parish and the unknown girl who was found dead in the bathroom, Mitsuko's only victim from when she was insane. Yoshiko felt so bad for Phil's family, but how could she explain that the girl was actually Phil, gender-swapped by Mitsuko before she murdered him. Yoshiko and the others had cleaned up the orgy when they came down from the monster's lusts. And then "found" Phil's body. The police had questioned everyone, but they all lied about what happened, saying there were a study group.

No one suspected them in the tragedy that befell poor Phil.

Yoshiko passed Mariah chatting into her phone as she sat with her friends. Yoshiko thought Mariah had a crush on Miyu, or maybe just an infatuation with her girl-dick. Miyu's face was visible on the Black girl's phone as they skyped. Miyu was back in Japan, onto another task for her futanari goddess Hangetsu.

Kat and Yoshiko left the cafeteria behind, entering the quieter halls of Redwood Academy. Almost no one was around as we hurried to Ms. Lindon's classroom, Kat squeezing Yoshiko's hand. A naughty thrill shot through her. The pair really loved their lunch time being "tutored." Yoshiko's life had changed. She had found a girlfriend in her bully, and she still had naughty threesomes with Chris and Lori. And, best of all, she was still futanari. She loved it. She and Kat were having so much fun. She didn't know what her future held, didn't know if she and Kat would go the distance the way she was positive Chris and Lori would, but her present was joyful.

Kat rapped smartly on Ms. Lindon's door when they arrived at her classroom. Yoshiko could see the teacher waiting for them through the window set in her door. Ms. Lindon was naked save for her thigh-high stalkings, her body so lovely, tall and lithe. She had a refined, mature beauty, something that came from an abundance of confidence.

"Come in," she purred, standing up and facing the futanari, her breasts jiggling. "You naughty futanari students."

Kat pushed open the door. Together, the pair stepped in and purred, "Yes, Ms. Lindon."

The teacher smiled, licking her lips. "Mmm, are you two ready to learn?"

"Always," Yoshiko groaned, her nipples aching in her bra. As usual, she wore an outfit reminiscent of a Japanese schoolgirl—white blouse, pleated skirt, and today a dark-blue bow tie. Knee high socks completed the outfit. She stepped forward with Kat dressed in tight jeans and a t-shirt cut off to make a belly shirt, the anarchist A stretched over her breasts.

The pair were as opposite as could be, Yoshiko looking almost demure with just a hint of naughtiness while Kat looked tough and slutty.

"Teach us, Ms. Lindon," purred Kat as the pair reached their teacher.

The teacher ran a hand up her thigh-high stockings, to her naked flesh, and finally to her neatly trimmed, brown bush. She stroked her pubic hair, twining them about her fingers. "I think you two need a refresher on oral sex. Pussy licking and ass rimming. Choose for yourself which one you want to practice first."

Kat glanced at Yoshiko, arching an eyebrow. The busty, half-Japanese futanari shivered, her clit bursting to full girth as a cock, throbbing in the tight confines of her panties. "You take her pussy, and I'll rim her ass."

"Sure," Kat said, licking her lips.

"Excellent," Ms. Lindon purred. "Let's begin."

Kat and Yoshiko broke apart. Heart thudding, cock throbbing in her panties, she headed around her teacher while Kat moved before Ms. Lindon and fell to her knees. A huge girl-dick bulged the front of her tight jeans. As Yoshiko fell to her knees behind her teacher, she could see Kat's hand unsnap and unzip her jeans, her shaft spilling out around a narrow, red thong.

"Oh, yes," Ms. Lindon purred. "Just like that, Kat. Mmm, you remember everything I taught you about pussy licking. Very good. And you, Yoshiko, start rimming my ass."

Flushing, she answered, "Sorry, Ms. Lindon, Kat's cock distracted me."

"That's okay. Just lick."

Yoshiko parted her teacher's lovely, round butt-cheeks, exposing a brown, puckered sphincter. She leaned in, nuzzling her face between the asscheeks, and tongued at her teacher's asshole. The sour musk coated her tongue, sending a ripple of desire down to her cock throbbing in her panties. It was trapped, too big for such a tight confines.

Without pausing her rimming, Yoshiko reached down and lifted up her pleated skirt, bunching it around her waist. She rubbed at her girl-dick stretching her panties, her pussy clenching at the delight racing down her shaft. With a groan into her teacher's asshole, she pushed down her panties, her cock spilling out.

"Oh, yes, Yoshiko," the teacher moaned, her hips wiggling. "Mmm, that's good technique. A proper rimjob should involve lots of swirling and teasing of the asshole. Excellent. But don't forget to probe into the asshole and add further delight to your lover."

"Yes, Ms. Lindon."

Yoshiko stroked her dick with one hand, the other clenching on her teacher's butt-cheek. Pleasure shivering through her body as she masturbated, she pressed her tongue on the tight sphincter. The teacher groaned as the futanari wiggled her tongue past the tight, resistant ring and into hot bowels. The sour musk increased. Yoshiko groaned, loving how dirty, how filthy it was.

And swirled her tongue about.

The teacher moaned louder. She shivered and Yoshiko knew that she and Kat were doing an excellent job. She stroked her cock faster, her pussy clenching every time she reached the pinnacle, her palm and fingers massaging her spongy crown. The rhythmic sound of masturbation came from Kat, too, and Yoshiko pictured her punkish girlfriend stroking her girl-dick hard and fast while tonguing Ms. Lindon's delicious pussy.

"Excellent girls," moaned the teacher. "And jerking your cocks while tonguing me… Good multitasking. Ooh, and Kat, that's it, look up at me. Always look up at your lover when you're eating her pussy."

"Or sucking her cock," Yoshiko moaned, girl-dick throbbing in her hand.

"Indeed," Ms. Lindon groaned. "Such lucky girls. I wish I had inquired with Miyu on how she gained her cock. Maybe a trip to Japan is in order."

"Maybe," Kat moaned.

Yoshiko's pussy dripped juices, growing wetter with every stroke. The pleasure rippled through her body as her orgasm built in the depths of her cunt. Her strokes grew faster, soon matching Kat's frantic masturbation strokes, both girl's hands thudding into their crotches. They moaned into their teacher's pussy and asshole.

Yoshiko wiggled her tongue so deep into her teacher's asshole, her excitement building and building. She masturbated faster, gripping her cock, squirming as her orgasm came closer and closer to erupt. It was so dirty licking her teacher's asshole. She loved it so much.

"Now let's switch," Ms. Lindon said.

The teacher turned in place, Yoshiko pulling her face backward and out of the way. She stared up at Ms. Lindon, the teacher's round, firm breasts jiggling above. Her brown bush right before Yoshiko's hungry lips. Juices matted the airs and made her thighs gleam.v

"Oh, Kat, yes, you just dived right in," groaned the teacher. "Excellent." Ms. Lindon flicked her dark eyes down at Yoshiko. "What are you waiting on?"

"Just admiring your beauty before I sample it," Yoshiko groaned, her dick throbbing in her hand.

"Mmm, wonderful."

Yoshiko, looking up at her teacher's eyes, leaned in and licked through spicy folds. The wet pubic hair tickled her lips and nose as she wiggled her tongue in, licking deep, swirling through silky sheath. The teacher trembled, her breasts jiggling, nipples so hard.

A shiver ran through Yoshiko as spicy cream trickled down her cheeks. She loved giving pleasure. There was something so wonderful about licking another woman's pussy or sucking on her cock. It was an act of devotion, of worship. It made her feel so proud that she was causing those sounds to escape her teacher's lips as her tongue flicked through wet folds to brush a throbbing clit.

She sucked on the clit then nibbled with her lips and teeth. Not hard, just enough to make Ms. Lindon shudder and her tits jiggle. Yoshiko kept stroking her dick with her right hand while her left caressed her teacher's silky pubic hair.

Then pressed two fingers into Mrs. Lindon's hot depths.

"Yes, Yoshiko, adding fingers is always a welcome delight in pussy licking and… Kat!" The teacher let out a throaty purr. "And so is fingering an asshole while rimming it. Ooh, you are so naughty."

"Thank you, Ms. Lindon," Yoshiko and her girlfriend said together.

"Oh, yes, yes. You are so welcome. Such consummate skill you show. Oh, yes, yes, yes!"

Ms. Lindon came.

Yoshiko drank the spicy delight flooding out of her teacher's pussy. Hot flesh spasmed about her fingers. She pumped them faster, giving Ms. Lindon more delight. The teacher's head snapped back, her moans echoing through her classroom.

Yoshiko's futa-dick throbbed. Her pussy clenched. She was so close to exploding. She groaned into her teacher's pussy, shoving her fingers in so deep. Ms. Lindon swayed, her eyes burning as she stared down at Yoshiko.

"Yes, yes, yes," Ms. Lindon groaned. "Such skilled pupils. Oh, you took my lessons to heart! Wonderful!"

Yoshiko shivered.

And then was splashed by jizz.

Kat moaned, her cock erupting, striking Yoshiko's dick. Futa-cum greased her strokes and stained her thighs. Yoshiko shivered, her pussy clenching so hard as her girlfriend spunked all over her skirt and legs. Her dick throbbed.

Yoshiko moaned into her teacher's pussy and erupted. Pleasure boiled through her brain. She knew her cum rained across Kat's jeans and stomach, striking her cock. It was so hot. So wonderful. Yoshiko loved being a futanari. Loved her new life.

Thank you, Sayuri-chan. I am so glad you molested me in the bathroom. I am so glad you have your princess. But I wish you were here, sliding your invisible hands up and down my body, teasing me as I have my fun."I have a surprise for you," Mitsuko said as she stood in the center of the hot spring, the steam rising around her body.

Sayuri smiled, sitting up from the edge, her legs spread wide. Mitsuko had her hands behind her back. Is she holding the kokeshi? Mitsuko had the same mischievous smile she had the day she had produced what Yoshiko called a dildo.

Mitsuko walked forward, the spring water rippling around her hips, her small breasts jiggling. She had her hair styled into her familiar, looping buns, held in place by the alabaster hair comb her father had gifted her. She looked so beautiful, a living doll, a princess who should be wrapped in silk and jewels.

My wife. That thought always brought tears of joy to Sayuri's eyes.

Their afterlife was one of constant joy. They had their own private world to share. The flow of time had lost all meaning. Sayuri wasn't sure if it was a day since they said goodbye to Yoshiko or an eternity. And she knew it didn't matter.

"What is it, Mitsuko?" Sayuri asked, shivering in delight.

"Guess."

"A kokeshi," Sayuri said, shivering. "You want to take my virginity again. Let's relive that."

"I do want to take your virginity away," she smiled. "But not with the itadori kokeshi. I want to do it differently this time."

"So another type of toy. Did you steal something from Miyu's mind? One of those modern dildos." The word came strange to Sayuri's lips, sounding more like dirudosu.

Mitsuko shook her head. She had reached Sayuri, standing at the onsen's edge between her spread legs. "What?"

Mitsuko pulled her hands from behind her back. They held nothing. Sayuri frowned and then gasped in shock as Mitsuko reached into the water and grabbed her own girl-cock, the shaft dripping with water, thick and long, thrusting from the folds of her pussy.

"You're futanari!" gasped Sayuri. "How?"

"Because I wished it," Mitsuko said, sliding her left hand up Sayuri's body. Sayuri shivered, her wife's hand climbing higher and higher, reaching her girl-dick. Mitsuko grasped it, stroking hard as she brought her own girl-dick to Sayuri's pussy. "And wishes come true here."

"They do," Sayuri groaned, Mitsuko rubbing her girl-dick against Sayuri's virgin pussy. "You can take my cherry properly. The way we always wanted."

Mitsuko nodded, tears beading in her eyes. "I love you, my wife. My soul."

"Yes," Sayuri gasped, her dick throbbing in Mitsuko's hands as her Ōjo-sama thrust.

Sayuri's hymen held for a valiant heartbeat against the invading cock. And then it snapped. Mitsuko's dick thrust into virgin flesh. She groaned, her back arching as the cock slid into her pussy, the friction burning along her sheath. The pleasure rippled through her body.

Sayuri found Mitsuko's girl-cock better than Yoshiko's or Chris's dick fucking her when she was a yūrei haunting them. It was Mitsuko's dick. Her Ōjo-sama's cock. And that made it special. Sayuri wrapped her thighs about her wife's hips, her cock throbbing in Mitsuko's stroking hand.

"Oh, that is exquisite," Mitsuko groaned. "I can feel your pussy around me, hugging me, loving me."

"Always loving you," moaned Sayuri, her hands reaching up, grabbing her Ōjo-sama's shoulders. She pulled Mitsuko down. Their breasts and lips both kissed together, nipples rubbing, aching, as Mitsuko pumped her cock.

Such sweet pleasure rippled out of Sayuri's pussy and down her cock. The delight of being fucked while having her dick stroked, at the same rhythm, was delicious to Sayuri. She savored it, her pussy clenching down on her wife's thrusts.

Their tongues dueled as the two spirits writhed in pleasure in their own private paradise. The steam of the onsen billowed around them as they moaned and gasped, their bodies moving together for their shared pleasure.

Mitsuko broke the kiss, staring into Sayuri's eyes while moaning, "You're so tight. So wet. Oh, this is such a sweet delight."

"I'm so glad you can experience it, my wife," moaned Sayuri, her hands sliding up and down Mitsuko's supple back. She found her lover's ass, squeezing it, pulling Mitsuko down. Her pussy shivered, embracing the cock.

The pair gasped and moaned as they stared into each other's eyes. They were lost to the bliss of their shared love. Pleasure rippled through Sayuri. Her pussy clenched on Mitsuko's dick, savoring the friction, while her cock drank in the delight of Mitsuko's stroking hand. Every heartbeat brought Sayuri closer and closer to her release.

She yearned for it. She kissed Mitsuko again, harder, undulating her hips to meet her Ōjo-sama's thrusts. Her pussy clenched harder and harder as her orgasm built. Sayuri trembled, on the verge of her pleasure exploding through her.

"Sayuri-chan!" Mitsuko gasped, breaking their kiss. Her back arched. She drove her cock hard into Sayuri's pussy.

Cum flooded her depths.

Sayuri gasped, savoring her Ōjo-sama's futa-jizz pumping into her pussy. Her snatch clenched hard on her wife's cumming cock. A hot shiver ran through her as each blast splashed against her pussy walls.

And then Sayuri joined her lover.

"Mitsuko-hime!"

Her cock erupted between them. Sayuri's cum spurted up their bodies, splashing on their small tits rubbing together. She loved it. The pleasure shot through her. Her pussy writhed about Mitsuko's cock while her girl-dick kept erupting, kept coating them in jizz.

"I love you!" both futanari ghosts moaned together and kissed while eternity passed in bliss.

And beneath the rocks of their onsen, Yokubō-no-Tako writhed. The yokai trapped by Miyu's seal and Sayuri's power. The walls of its prison reinforced by something so pernicious and destructive to the demon—the love of two futanari.

It howled in impotent rage as their shared love strengthened the walls of its prison. It could hear their moans and gasps, their protestation of emotions, and knew it would never be free. It was trapped in an eternity of joy and happiness.

Suffering for the vile demon.

Above, Sayuri held her Ōjo-sama, stroking her back as they basked in the afterglow of their shared orgasm. Eternity wasn't so bad with someone to share it with. Thank you, Yoshiko-chan, the ghost thought. You gave me back my Ōjo-sama. I miss you, but I know you'll find your happiness, too.

The END