Edging, Handjob, and...
“Huh? What do you mean, no…?”
The soft, satisfying grip as it settled perfectly into my palm. Firm but not overly thick. And the pulse throbbing along its veins, betraying how intensely aroused it was right now.
“Seo-yoon, nngh♡”
I just tightened my grip a little, and Mari whipped her head around with a shudder. Precum gushed out from the tip in thick spurts, trickling down the shaft. It reached my hand too, slick enough to serve as perfect lube. I let go for a moment, and it flowed freely all the way to the base, stretching into long, transparent silvery threads. Just the sight of it was insanely hot.
“Mari.”
“Wh-what… ah, why…♡”
Her body was tense, like she was fighting with everything she had not to cum. Was it because that first orgasm earlier had been so overwhelming? Saliva dripped from her slack lips as she turned to meet my eyes.
“D-did I cum without permission earlier, is that it?”
She panted roughly, as if she thought I was getting revenge for not letting go last time.
“Or maybe because I didn’t help clean up the floor…?”
“No.”
“Then, why…?”
I gently wrapped my other hand around her cock too, careful not to hurt her.
“Hngh, ugh!”
Her hips bucked up sharply, and she gasped for air, haah, haah! Had she almost gone over the edge just from that?
“Mari, remember what that info post said?”
“…Gotta cum… several times a day…”
“Right. Through masturbation or sex.”
Her eyes screamed, So isn’t that why we’re doing this? Why ask?
I’d teased her this much—time to give her something in return.
“Actually…”
I slid my hand sloooowly up and down. Soaked in precum, there was zero friction—my fingers glided effortlessly along her shaft.
“…! No, no!”
I felt it throb wildly again and paused.
“It said masturbation or sex, right?”
“Haah, haah…!”
“So I was thinking…”
“…What?”
“My first time.”
Mari blinked her clear blue eyes.
“What if I gave it to you?”
“…Huh?”
She looked totally lost. Fine, then. Time to make her understand.
“Here goes.”
I stroked firmly, and her hips jerked again. Pressed up against her back, my chest felt every inch of her scorching heat.
“Hah, haht…♡”
“My first time. My virginity.”
I whispered right into her ear.
“I’ll give it to you.”
“Eh?”
“Mm… no matter how I think about it, I just don’t wanna do it with a guy.”
One hand on the shaft, the other caressing the fever-hot glans.
“H-haaah…!”
“Guys? Sure, they’re handsome or whatever, but no real lust there.”
I rubbed the tip with my fingers. Precum bubbled up from the slit.
“…!”
“But this morning, I wake up and boom—you’ve got a cock?”
I grinned at her.
“Yeah. So I decided. My first time, my virginity—I wanna give it to you, Mari.”
“…♡”
“It’s not that guys don’t turn me on—it’s just them. I’ve got needs too.”
I took her hand and guided it to my pussy.
“Huh?”
“Feel that? Soaked, right?”
Ever since seeing her massive cock, my lower belly had been tingling, pussy dripping nonstop. I was just as wet down there as she was.
“Hnght…”
Her fingers twitched against my slit, and my hips bucked involuntarily.
“If you’re okay with it… I want to.”
Good thing I’d laid down those thick towels. Would’ve ruined the sheets otherwise.
“What do you say, Mari? Don’t you wanna try it too?”
Sex.
“Seo-yoon, I can’t… hold back anymore…!”
I whispered in her ear, and she answered in a trembling voice, at her limit.
“Then I’ll take that as a yes. It’s okay, right?”
She nodded frantically, too far gone for words, her body going limp. Surrendering completely to me, reduced to ragged breaths.
Perfect. Consent obtained.
No more holding back—I worked my hands furiously.
“Heek, hnght…!”
There’s this thing called edging. Stopping stimulation right before climax. Building that peak pleasure over and over until the one on the receiving end begs to cum. I hadn’t planned it, but Mari was basically getting orgasm denial right now.
Her hand clenched the bedsheet with a crunch, hips snapping up.
“Ah.”
Not real words—just pure instinct.
“…!”
Pleasure surged from her cock, racing up her spine to her brain. Her whole body quivered. Fists white-knuckled on the sheets. Neck jerking wildly.
Brrrrrt!!!
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Cum as much as you want.”
Her first handjob from someone else—her first ejaculation like this. I held her from behind, letting her focus purely on the bliss of release.
“…♡”
Futanari orgasms aren’t like regular guys’. Way more volume, thicker, lasts much longer. Guys might finish in under five seconds; futas can go a full minute or more.
Recalling the info post, I supported her leaning body.
Brurt, brrrt—nearly a full minute of pulsing ejaculation finally tapered off, weaker spurts oozing from the urethra. Sticky and scorching—hot enough to almost burn sensitive skin.
Or is it just sweat making it feel that way?
“Seo-yoon… Seo-yoona…♡”
Thanks to the towels, she’d cum uninterrupted, straight ahead. She melted into a dreamy voice.
“Yeah, yeah. You did great.”
“…Too mean…”
I wiped the drool from her gaping mouth, blew away the sweat-matted hair from her face.
“Good girl. Felt amazing, right?”
“…♡”
Her cock twitched, squeezing out the last drops. I milked from base to tip.
“Hurgh!”
“Hold on. Gotta get the stuff still inside out.”
Using thumb and middle finger in a ring, I squeezed upward a few times. Leftover cum dribbled out belatedly.
“See? Like this.”
“Heuu…”
“If you don’t, it’ll hurt when you pee later.”
…Wait, how do futas pee, anyway? Cum comes from the cock, we confirmed that. Her pussy looked fine earlier, dripping fluids… so separate holes?
Hope so.
I wiped the last drops on the towel. Exhausted, she leaned back into me.
“Aww, good job.”
“…You’re too mean. Could’ve warned me.”
“Sorry. Don’t be too mad?”
“…Hmph!”
“Next time, I’ll use my mouth.”
“…Mouth?”
“Yeah, blowjob. You’ve cum twice already—no, three times today. Next time.”
“…For real?”
“Yup, promise.”
I hooked pinkies, slick with fluids, then lifted my hips off the bed for cleanup.
“Up we go.”
“Huh, why? Cleaning up?”
“Gotta do it now, or it’ll dry and be a pain.”
“…Oh.”
Girl cum washes out later, but semen hardens—total hassle.
“Lift your hips.”
I pulled out the towel under her, then mine.
“Whoa, look at this—drenched.”
Handjobbing her had me worked up too; fluids trailed down my thighs. My towel was soaked, heavy as a water balloon.
“…”
“Hm? What?”
Mari stared silently at my thighs.
What? Semen on me? I glanced down to check.
“Wh-why…?”
She lunged, knocking me over and spreading my legs. Kneading my thighs apart, exposing my glistening pussy. Pubes matted wet. But her wild eyes worried me more.
“Mari, wait. Calm down a sec.”
No use—her gaze was unfocused. Her massive cock sprang erect again, rigid despite three loads. It loomed over my belly; I swallowed hard.
Bigger than before…? Will that even fit?
“Mari, let’s talk first. Just a bit? Okay?”
“…”
No response—just her cock twitching, slapping my stomach thud thud.
This is dangerous for real…
