The Futa Pill: You Choose Both Cassie and Deandra to Relieve Your Futa-Cock (Patreon)

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“Why make you both suffer,” you groan, your dick throbbing. “Let's all have fun.”

“Sure,” Cassie grins.

“Why not,” Deandra says and shrugs. She rips off her lab coat, her hair swaying around the side of her head buzzed short into the fade. 

The moment you witness these two beautiful women stripping, you freeze in awe. They're both eager to make love to your futa-dick throbbing in your panties. Your eyes flick back and forth as Cassie unbuttons her cream-hued blouse while Deandra just rips off the crimson belly shirt she's wearing, exposing her small breasts constrained in a cute, dark-gray bra trimmed in pink lace. She readjusts her glasses before reaching behind her.

“Wow,” you groan as her ebony breasts come into view, small handfuls that jiggle as she shifts. “Those are great.”

Deandra winks at you, her nose ring flashing, reflecting the overhead fluorescent lights.

Cassie slides her cream-colored blouse off, drawing your attention back to her and her purple bra cupping her larger breasts. They're nice and round, close to the size of your own tits. Your futa-dick throbs as she reaches behind her and unfastens her bra with skill. She shrugs the straps off her shoulders and unveils her pale tits, her dusky nipples thrusting hard from her areolas.

“Yum,” you groan, your pussy clenching and your futa-dick throbbing in your panties.

Deandra is wiggling her hips, her small breasts jiggling, as she works off her skinny jeans. She has a pair of bright-blue panties on beneath, almost glowing against her dark skin. They're cut narrow in the front. She turns as she works off her tight jeans, revealing that her underwear is a style called cheekies. It verges on being a thong but isn't quite that narrow, covering her crack instead of burying into it. It leaves much of her lower rump exposed before widening towards the waistband and hugging the top swell of her cute rear.

Cassie kicks off her flats and has her pinstriped slacks off in moments. Her panties matched her bra, purple and beautiful.

“Someone was prepared to strip naked,” you say. “Huh, Cassie?”

Your blonde friend blushes while Deandra leans against the metal lab table and kicks off her tight jeans from her foot, her small tits quivering. “Maybe I knew I would have a wild time at work.”

“I just grabbed whatever,” Deandra says with shrug. “I was so excited for the meeting. My pill worked! You're a futa!” She shoves down her panties, exposing a trimmed bush, the black curls dripping in her excitement. “Ooh, let's have fun.”

“Yes,” Cassie says as she steps out of her panties. She has a thicker bush, blonde as her hair, adorning her pussy. Her juices drip on them. “How are we doing...? You forgot to strip!”

You blush, realizing you're still naked. “I just got so excited watching you two strip.”

“That's an acceptable answer,” Deandra says, pushing up her glasses. “Mmm, what you say, Cassie?”

“Let's strip her!” moans Cassie, rushing for you.

She untucks your rose-hue blouse from your dark-gray skirt, then attacks the buttons. She's working them up, exposing more and more of your belly until your light-blue bra is exposed, the satin cupping your round tits.

“Ooh, that's cute,” she purrs as she pushes your blouse off your shoulders.

Meanwhile, Deandra has gone straight for your skirt. She hikes it up your legs, brushing your thigh-high stockings. She immediately hooks fingers into your panties' waistband and rips the satin garment down your thighs. Your cock pops out, bobbing, free of your panties, your shaved folds caressed by the currents of air.

You gasp as Deandra licks the tip of your girl-dick, fluttering right over the slit. The shiver runs through you while Cassie is reaching behind you to take off your bra. Your blue-eyed friend gives you a questioning look.

“She's teasing my futa-cock,” you moan as Deandra drags your panties down your stockings. The satin whisks against the nylons.

“Mmm, I am,” says Deandra. She bolts upright, holding up your panties as a trophy. “Ooh, you wore matching underwear, too. Had a big date planned.”

“I just like to feel sexy,” You moan as your bra comes undone.

“Mmm, yes,” Cassie purrs. She nods her head in agreement, her blonde curls dancing about her head as she draws the straps of your bra off your shoulders. You shiver, your heart racing in your chest as your tits come clear.

“So, how are we doing this?” you ask. 

“It was your idea,” Cassie says back to you. “How do two girls please a guy in pornos?”

“Don't you watch them?” Deandra asks. “I love porn.”

“That's not surprising considering what you invented,” Cassie says, setting your bra on your blouse resting on the metal table.

“Well, I have a naughty idea,” Deandra says. “Something wild. It's like tribbing but with a dick involved.”

“Tribbing?” you ask Cassie.

She shakes her head and shrugs.

“Just lie down on the table, Futa,” Deandra says. She licks her dark lips. “Trust me, you'll love it. So will me and Cassie.”

“Sure, sure,” you say and sit down on the table. 

It's cold beneath your rump. You lay backward, stretching out across the table. You gasp as your shoulder blades press down against the chilly surface. You shift to get comfortable, your futa-dick throbbing and aching before you. It pulses and aches, your toes flexing. 

It warms up as you squirm to get comfortable.

Deandra mounds the table, pushing up her glasses. She has such a wicked gleam in her dark eyes. The scientist stretches an ebony thigh over your body then her other, her legs scissoring around your cock, her furred muff sliding closer and closer.

“Now you come at her from the other side, Cassie,” Deandra says as she presses her soaked bush into the side of your dick, “and we'll trib with her dick between us.”

“Ooh, scissoring like lesbians do,” Cassie says. “I know that.”

“South Park?” you ask her, remembering that episode from years and years ago.

She blushes and nods her head.

Cassie mounts the table on your left, her perky, round breasts jiggling as she moves into position. She's braced back on her arms as she scissors her thighs with Deandra. You groan as Cassie comes closer and closer until they're both pressing their soaked, furred muffs into the side of you. They shiver, their bodies jiggling, and squirm.

You shudder at the feel of two hot pussies on your dick. Your futa-cock twitches between them. They both shift, caressing your dick with their juicy twats. You groan as you're massaged by the pleasure of their twats.

“Oh, this is different,” purrs Cassie as she humps up your cock, sliding her hard clit up your shaft and soaking your dick in her pussy cream.

“Yeah,” purrs Deandra. “Ooh, you're so big, Futa. Just a huge cock.” She spoke with such pride. 

“I love it,” you groan as their pussies caress your dick, their silky bushes teasing you.

Pleasure spills down your futa-shaft to your juicy pussy. You shudder on the table as they work their pussies up and down your girl-dick, caressing you. They massage you with their hot flesh, their twats bathing you in their passion.

You bite your lower lip. You groan as the heat soaks up your shaft. Your dick twitches and throbs. You squirm, your toes curl in your heels. Your pussy grows juicier, a puddle of your passion forming on the table, soaking your rump. 

“Oh, yes, yes, work those pussies up and down my dick,” you moan, your eyes flicking from Deandra back to Cassie.

Deandra's small tits quiver as she humps. Her ebony thighs brush Cassie's pale ones as your gaze darts over to your friend. Her blonde hair flies around her face while her round breasts jiggle and heave. They're really moving. She's got a lot more bounce to her tits than Deandra does.

Every time their pussies reach the tip of your cock, they caress you with that hot, silky flesh. They bathe your crown in juices and send rapture shooting down to your pussy. Their pubic hairs add a ticklish delight, caressing you from both sides.

The scent of hot cunts fills the air: spicy and sweet. Their passions are perfuming the air with this heady scent. You inhale it as the pressure builds and builds at the tip of your cock. They're stroking you. Massaging you.

Bringing you closer to eruption.

The table flexes beneath you as you squirm. You groan and gasp, your head tossing back and forth as the pressure in your ovaries swells. Your cum is coming closer and closer to erupt as they massage you with those juicy twats.

“Ooh, cum on us!” moans Cassie. “Fire all that jizz. Your cock feels amazing. Ooh, my pussy is getting so hot.”

“I can tell,” you pant, feeling those two juicy cunts rubbing up and down your cock. “Damn, you both feel amazing.”

“Good!” Deandra moans. “Ooh, my clit is aching against your shaft. I love brushing the crown. Makes my clit tingle.”

“My dick, too!” you groan, your tits jiggling as you shudder. “I'm getting there. Keep massaging me.”

“Yes, yes, yes, let my pussy make you cum!” Deandra moans.

“Our pussies!” Cassie gasps, pushing harder against your cock, increasing the pressure. You feel her pussy lips spreading around your girth, caressing you, bathing you in her juices.

You tremble as the pleasure hits a feverish pitch. You can't take more of this. It's too good. They both slide up your cock, reaching that pinnacle. Their pussies caress your spongy tip. The most sensitive part of your girl-dick throbs. Twitches.

Erupts.

Pearly cum fires straight up into the air. You gasp and groan, watching the first blast reach the pinnacle of its arc and curve slightly to the left. It rains down on Cassie's pubic mound, soaking her blonde bush.

Then your second blast fires as the two keep humping against you. The arc changes. As the rapture slams into your mind, you watch the pearly spunk splatter across Deandra's ebony belly, standing out against her dark skin.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Deandra gasps. “I made you cum.”

“We made you cum!” howls Cassie.

Your pussy convulses. Your dick erupts. Their hot cunts massage your spurting cock. Cum is raining on everyone. It's splashing on your belly. It's splattering on their pubic mounds. It's striking your own cock and spilling down the shaft.

At the same time, they both throw back their heads. They're gasping, moaning. Hot juices bathe your cock. Their orgasm sweep over them. The scent of spicy and sweet cunts fills your nose as their juices spill over your shaved twat, soaking you in their passion.

Your mind drowns in rapture and ecstasy. You drink in the delight of having an erupting cock and a spasming cunt. Your body trembles on the exam table. It flexes and groans between the three of you as they collapse on the table, their pussies sliding from your dick.

“So good!” Cassie whimpers.

“You have a huge futa-cock!” moans Deandra. “I made this amazing futa-cock!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” you howl as your cum spurts a final time, your body buzzing from your orgasm. You watch the pearly spunk dribbling down your pussy-soaked dick.

“Mmm, that was incredible,” Deandra moans. Then, with a burst of perky energy, sits up and rolls off the table. “Let's go. I need measurements. Futa, please, go sit in that chair.”

You glance at the chair she points at and nods. You slide off the exam table, buzzing from your orgasms. Your entire body is shaking from the rapture. Your breasts rise and heave while Cassie mewls in delight from the pleasure.

You stumble over to the chair that Deandra pointed out. You sit down, your futa-dick bobbing and throbbing. She gathers a notepad, a set of calipers, and a beaker. She kneels before you, her small breasts quivering.

“Mmm, that smells good,” she purrs then she licks your cock, gathering the mix of Cassie's and her own pussy juices off the side. Her tongue flutters up to the top. She swirls it around your shaft, making your dick twitch and your pussy clench. “Mmm, Cassie, we taste good.”

“So does her futa-cum,” your friend says. Then she scoops up some of your jizz that's splattered across her belly. She's sitting up on the table now, your pearly cum dribbling down her body.

Deandra swipes up some of the cum staining her own belly, pops it in her mouth, and groans before she grabs her calibers. She spreads the two ends wide and measures the length of your cock. She notes it down. Then she measures your girth. She nods in satisfaction as she jots down those dimensions, too. 

“You are bigger than any dick recorded in the literature,” said Deandra. “That's just what the pill was supposed to do. And you're still hard after cumming on me and Cassie. Do you feel like you have another load in you?”

You think about it for a moment, your dick aching. “I think so.”

“Fast cum production is another thing it's supposed to have.” She grabbed the beaker. “Next, we have to see how much cum you ejaculate.” The naughty scientist flashes you a wicked grin. “Tell me when you're about to cum?”

“What?” you ask.

Instead of answering, she swallows the tip of your dick, soaked in both women's pussy cream, and sucks. The pleasure slams through you. Your eyes bulge at the feel of her hungry mouth sliding up and down your cock, her tongue dancing.

“Damn, Deandra,” you groan.

Her mouth works up and down your pussy-soaked dick, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks you with hunger. Her tongue dances around your cock. Her other hand grips the gradient beaker, rubbing the cool glass against your thigh as you squirm.

“She is going to town on you,” Cassie moans. Your friend scoops up more of your cum dripping down her belly and matting her blonde bush. The pearly spunk coats her fingers as she lifts them up to her mouth and pops them in, her cheeks hollowing.

Your dick throbs in Deandra's mouth at the naughty sight. “Yes, she is,” you moan. “Ooh, Deandra, you want my cum.”

The Black scientist moans, her hair swaying. Her silver nose ring glints as she bobs. She works that mouth up and down, her tongue dancing. Her cheeks hollow. Her dark eyes stare up at you with such passion.

It's like she's always wanted to do this. Now it's her chance. She gets to love your dick. She's savoring every moment of it. Her tongue dances around the top of your dick, making your toes curl as the pleasure builds and builds in you.

“Damn, Deandra,” you moan, your eyes fluttering.

“Make her cum,” Cassie moans, one hand kneading her tit, the other scooping up more of your jizz for her hungry mouth.

“She's getting me there,” you pant, squirming on the seat.

Your pussy clenches and relaxes. Your orgasm builds faster and faster. You groan, clenching the armrests of the chair. Cassie watching and Deandra sucking you with such enthusiasm is swelling your orgasm so fast.

“I can't believe I'm going to cum again so soon,” you whimper. “Guys can't do this.”

“No,” Cassie moans, her voice throaty. “Mmm, yes, yes, Deandra, make her cum! She tastes so good.” Cassie pops another pair of jizz-coated fingers into her mouth.

The ache at the tip of your futa-dick swells. Your pussy clenches. Your ovaries drink in the heat flooding through your twat. Each time Deandra sucks, she sends a wild surge of lust through your body. You groan and gasp, twitching on the chair.

You can't take much more of this delicious torment. Her hot mouth loves you. Your hand shoots out, grabbing her hair draped over her fade. You feel her shaved-smooth skin beneath. You tremble, the chair creaking.

“Just a little bit more!” you groan.

“Cum in her mouth!” pants Cassie, squeezing her tit, her other hand rubbing at her sloppy cunt.

“Yes!” you gasp. At the last moment, you remember what Deandra asked. “It's happening. I'm about to erupt!”

Deandra pops her mouth off your dick. She strokes you with her right hand, ebony fingers pumping up and down your pale shaft, and aims the tip of your cock at the beaker. You squirm. Your cunt clenches and ovaries tighten.

The feel of her hand caressing the sensitive tip of your cock as she jerks you off sends you howling into rapture.

Your dick explodes.

Hot cum fires into the jar. Your jizz splatters across the rim. It spills down the glass, pooling at the bottom. You groan with each eruption as you fire more and more of your pearly futa-spunk into the beaker. The level rises, climbing up the hash marks printed in black on the outside of the glass.

“Yes, yes, yes, look at that volume!” gasps Deandra, her eyes wide. “Ten milliliters. She's trembling. Twenty-five milliliters! You're already ten times what a guy erupts. Twenty times! Thirty!”

You keep cumming, your pussy convulsing as you feel half the jar up. Your pearly spunk swirls around in there. Deandra squeezes out the last few drops. They dribble into the container, run down the side, and merge with the rest of your passion.

“One hundred and thirty-seven milliliters!” she gasps. “That's about fifty-five percent more than the average man ejaculates. Yes!”

“It's amazing,” Cassie quivers. “You fired that much cum into my mouth! Into my pussy!”

“I did,” you pant, feeling great. “This pill is amazing.”

“We don't know that yet,” said Deandra. “We need to test it.” She darts to the side of the room, her naked tits quivering, and wrenches open a cabinet. She pulls out a bottle. “I have to take one.”

“Wait, what about me?” gasps Cassie. “You're the scientist. You can't be the guinea pig.”

“But...” Deandra whirls around, facing you. “I have to take the pill. It works. This my dream.”

Cassie stares at you. “It's your project still. You're the lead. You can't let the scientist be the guinea pig. I'm still willing to take it like earlier.”

You swallow. Shall you risk Deandra, the only one who might fix an issue? Or shall you go the safer route and have just Cassie take it? Of course, if you want to really test it, the more the merrier. You can have them both take it.

What do you do?

Do you let Deandra take the futa-pill? 

Do you declare that Cassie will take the futa-pill? 

Do you tell them both to take the futa-pill?