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Miss Andrea

A short story by J.K. Ermon (jokermon)

This is a piece of erotic fantasy fiction featuring for the entertainment of adults only. It contains explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content. Do not read this if that’s not your thing or if your local laws prohibit it. Nothing in this story is intended to represent actual people, events, or real-life medical conditions. Do not repost without permission. This story is copyright©2003 the author.

Author’s note: This was the first futa story I ever posted.

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Miss Andrea worked in one of the many offices of our large company. She was some exotic blend of Arabic, Dutch, East Indian, African, and possibly even Chinese. Her skin was a deep golden butterscotch-brown and she always wore ridiculous rhinestone horn-rimmed glasses like some fossilized librarian. Behind them, she had cat’s eyes of a startling, piercing green. Her hair was a soft and lustrous brunette shot through with gold and auburn highlights and always pulled back into a tight bun. It was silly because she couldn’t have been more than twenty-five.

She said her folks came from some small island near Trinidad and Tobago, and always laughingly referred to herself as a ‘semi-Trini.’ None of the office girls really understood her; actually ‘Miss’ Andrea (she always insisted on the ‘miss’ and always stressed the ‘ah’ at the end of her name) was sort of the office oddball.

She dressed like a grandmother with great big plaid sweaters and big shapeless skirts that came to her ankles and did nothing for her. She affected the mannerisms of a grandmother too, being warmly maternal to her bemused co-workers, and occasionally even offering sage advice, which was surprisingly always good. She chose to issue good-natured scoldings instead of the usual office tantrums when other people’s mistakes interfered with her job. As I said, she was barely out of college and the rest of the office couldn’t decide if she was endearing or annoying.

One thing was not up for debate, and that was her efficiency and ability to get difficult tasks done quickly. Miss Andrea had quickly become the lynchpin of her department. She understood her job and how it fit into everyone else’s job even better than the supervisors.

Despite her eccentricities (or perhaps because of them), her sense of humor was bawdy and sharp; so sharp, in fact, that her cracks frequently went right over her co-workers’ heads. She had a loud, merry laugh that frequently rang out through the morgue-like office space. I never really had a chance to speak with her because my shifts were usually starting as hers were ending.

I was working as a janitor at that time, still trying to find a publisher for my first novel. Like me, I knew she grew up right here in Des Moines. She spoke with only the faintest trace of her family’s island lilt, and that was about all I knew.

She stood well apart from her fellow office girls. Most of them fell into the ‘pretty but dumb’ category. I’d dated (and fucked) quite a few of them in the year or so I’d been on the job, but none of them had anything between their ears to hold my attention beyond the first few lays. Miss Andrea intrigued me with her ready wit and her plump, sexy lips that would twist in sulky frustration as yet another priceless sally soared beyond her co-workers limited grasp. Yet her clothes promised a frumpy, unappealing body, so I never bothered, like the typical shallow male that I was.

One Friday night after a particularly late and rowdy office party, I was putting away some party stuff in one of the larger supply rooms when I heard her come in. I was crouched down filling up a cardboard box behind three rows of shelves, so I’m sure she never saw me. She wasn’t alone, either. Judy, one of the prettier office girls, one whom I’d been meaning to hook up with, was with her. From all the giggling and stumbling, I could tell they were both pretty tipsy. Judy was a gorgeous blonde with a great rack and a really round rump that always made the snug skirts she wore stretch nicely.

I heard someone close and lock the storeroom door, and I was about to announce my presence when I heard a fresh burst of giggling, whispering and sneaky movement. And Andrea gave a laugh. It was a low, throaty, kağıthane escort sensual laugh; a bedroom sound if I’d ever heard one. It stopped me short.

What the hell’s going on here? I thought to myself. I put my eye to the gap between two boxes on a lower shelf and had a perfect view.

Miss Andrea and Judy were kissing! They were both dressed in tight, skimpy party dresses and wow! What a difference the change in clothing made! I always knew Judy was a knockout, but Andrea had a body that put hers to shame. Her breasts were huge, the cleavage simply breathtaking as it surged up against the spaghetti straps of her gown. Her clingy dress swept down over a tight tummy and flared out into the perfect cello-curve of her hips. It swelled out at the back, too, sealing itself over a very firm, jutting set of back-cheeks and stopped just before mid-thigh.

As part of the custodial staff, I had to work during the office party, so this was my first time seeing her in anything but her shapeless grandma clothes. Even with her silly bingo matron’s horn-rims still on, Andrea was a vision of voluptuous perfection.

She and Judy were making out pretty heavy; I could see those luscious lips of Andrea’s devouring Judy’s mouth, tongues slithering back and forth. Judy was wearing a backless gown, and I saw Andrea’s hands slide down the wealth of exposed tan skin to cup Judy’s buttocks and squeeze. Judy’s hands were busy too, unzipping the back of Miss Andrea’s dress. She took the straps down and Andrea was suddenly bare to the waist. Oh my god.

Her breasts were huge, silky pillows, tipped with stiff nipples just a few shades darker than the rest of her. If she was wearing a bra, it would have to be a double-D cup, at least. Their curvature gleamed in the dim light of the storeroom. Judy moaned and buried her face in them, sinking both hands into their lushness and kneading. Miss Andrea cooed approvingly, stroking her hair. Soon Judy was sucking wildly on her nipples and I saw them swell up as thick as my pinkie finger and extend at least an inch long.

“That’s right Judy,” Andrea whispered, “Miss Andrea likes that. You just keep on doing that. Yessss…”

Andrea was pulling down Judy’s dress too, and to my pleasant surprise, as her dress fell in a satiny puddle around her feet, Judy was completely naked underneath.

“Why you naughty little thing,” said Miss Andrea with great pleasure as she fondled Judy’s bare ass. “Shameless you are, I’m going to have to teach your hussy butt a lesson…”

She smacked Judy’s ass with a hard crack that echoed in the storage room. Judy moaned and pressed herself closer to Miss Andrea’s smooth caramel flesh, sucking harder. Andrea spanked her again and again, until Judy’s firm, meaty cheeks were pink and jiggled from the impacts.

She paused, and I saw her fingers disappear between Judy’s cheeks. Judy twitched and hissed a breath between her teeth. Andrea smiled.

“Ready already. Right then, you kneel down and Miss Andrea will give you something bigger to suck on.”

“Mmm-hmmpf!” Judy said in an affirmative sort of sob into the other woman’s bosom. She let her nipple go with a pop and got down on her knees. She pulled Andrea’s dress all the way down and I got the biggest shock so far that night: There was a huge, projecting bulge tenting out the front of Miss Andrea’s black silk g-string.

There was no question it was a cock. Not a strap-on or any kind of dildo, as Andrea’s panties were too skimpy to conceal any kind of harness. Besides, her panties were wet with her secretions (her pre-cum, I realized) and clung revealingly to every contour and ridge of what must have been a wrist-thick, foot-long penis. Even before Judy pulled them down with an eager whimper, I knew what I was going to see; exactly what sprang up, as it was released from its silken confinement. A dark, long, fat cock, ivied with thick veins and hooded with a heavy, uncircumcised prepuce.

Lovely Judy grabbed it without hesitation and pulled back the foreskin, revealing a glossy, magenta head. She sucked it immediately, plunging it as deep into her mouth as she could take it.

Miss Andrea smiled down at her, a smile full of power and pleasure and arousal. Her eyes danced kaman escort behind her glasses.

“That’s it child,” she said quietly. “You suck Miss Andrea’s big dick. Miss Andrea likes that very much. You keep that up, Miss Andrea’s going to give you a big mouthful of something sweet to swallow very soon. Mmm-hmmm.”

Her light, youthful voice was completely at odds with her tone of absolute command. Andrea moved her hips, fucking Judy’s face. Her long, slender brown fingers curled into Judy’s golden hair and she dragged her head back and forth on her long cock in counterpoint. Judy moaned ecstatically in her complete submission.

My brain had simply short-circuited the moment her cock came out. The storeroom was quiet except for the sound of Andrea’s deep breathing and Judy’s slurping. I noticed small things; like that Judy had a tiny heart tattoo on her tailbone just above her buttocks, and right between her dimples of Venus. I noticed that Andrea’s pubes were darker than the hair on her head and trimmed into a neat, feminine triangle fanning up from the broad base of her cock. My brain sluggishly came to the obvious realization that these two had done this before, probably more than a few times. The revelation of Andrea’s penis was certainly no surprise to Judy. As I watched her gradually deep-throat Andrea’s big stalk completely, I knew Judy was very familiar with her equipment.

I felt a faint sting of jealousy. I had hoped to be banging Judy myself, someday, and here was Miss Andrea just totally owning her. I had never taken such complete control of a woman as she had so effortlessly. I also felt another, deeper and sharper pang realizing that Andrea’s cock was much bigger than mine. Oddly, this just excited me more.

Then suddenly, Andrea was withdrawing her penis from Judy’s mouth. “It’s time to eat my pussy, pretty girl,” she said as she lifted her long shaft perpendicular to her flat tummy. Her cock was so long, the head brushed against the undersides of her big breasts.

I thought I was through being shocked. I was wrong. Miss Andrea had no exterior testicles. Instead, set low on the underside of her cock, a small, pink, juicy vagina flowered, splaying open wetly at the bulge of her cock’s root, complete with a plump clitoris like a shiny pink marble. Judy pressed her face to it and licked and sucked obediently. Andrea shivered and ooohed and aaahed like any woman receiving really good head.

I became aware that my cock was hard, achingly so, was in fact pre-orgasmic without me so much as brushing it with the back of my hand. I had been throbbing since I first caught sight of the two women. As silently as I could, I opened my pants and my grateful cock rushed into the fresh air, straining to his full length. I took hold of it carefully, not wanting to blow off too quickly, wanting more than anything to see this whole scene through to the end.

Miss Andrea turned around and bent slightly, thrusting that round perfect ass in Judy’s face. Without any prompting, Judy buried her face in it and licked avidly at her asshole. Andrea gave breathless instructions.

“That’s it…yes…lick it…now just ease your tongue inside…oh yes…now just swirl it around. Oh that’s divine…now in and out, fuck my ass with your tongue…deeper, baby, all the way…oooh…”

I had to remove my hand so I wouldn’t cum.

Eventually they fucked. Miss Andrea had Judy stand and lean forward with her hands on a shelving unit. Even with both of them still wearing their high heels from the party, Judy was taller. She had to bend her knees to bring her hips down to an acceptable level. Andrea then stepped behind her and shoved her cock home.

“Oh,” said Judy as her head fell forward between her arms.

Miss Andrea fucked Judy leisurely, in no hurry to finish things. She ground her hips into Judy’s ass in a slow corkscrew that had the blonde coming in less than two minutes. Judy sobbed and shook, her buttocks, thighs and breasts quaking. Andrea’s hands roamed over Judy’s perfect body, squeezing those lovely breasts and then moving down to idly fondle and slap her ass.

Miss Andrea fucked her slow and deep, and then alternated with hard and fast strokes, the cup of her loins slapping kapaklı escort Judy’s cheeks vigorously. Andrea’s breasts jiggled spectacularly. Again, I felt jealousy; I had never fucked a woman half as well as Miss Andrea was right then. Judy erupted into multiples around Andrea’s huge meat and still Andrea pumped her, her plump, kissable lips curved into a smug Mona Lisa smile of purest satisfaction.

Andrea removed her cock from Judy’s vagina, dripping and glistening with juices. Judy looked desperately back over her shoulder at her, mutely imploring her to continue. With that same inscrutable smile in place, Miss Andrea moved the fat head of her cock up to the pucker of Judy’s anus and pushed.

Judy opened her mouth, perhaps to protest, but all that came out was a deep, “uuunnnngh” as Miss Andrea’s broad cock speared her asshole on a slippery sheath of her pussy juice and sank in all the way in one long plunge.

I fought down a gasp. My own asshole squirmed in sympathy as I watched the pink ring of Judy’s anus expand and whiten around the wide trunk of Andrea’s cock. It stuffed her.

Judy lost her grip on the shelf and her hands flew down to grip her ankles. Andrea gripped her about the hips, holding her upright and pulling her ass more completely onto her cock. Watching Judy hold onto her ankles for dear life, I noticed dimly that Judy was wearing glossy red high heels with little straps around the ankles.

‘Fuck me’ pumps, I thought hysterically, that’s what they call those. She was certainly getting her wish.

Once she was fully embedded in her ass, Miss Andrea finally let herself go and pumped Judy’s ass wildly. She humped with none of the control she exercised in her pussy. For the first time I noticed that Andrea had her hair down, and that it was long and beautiful, dancing against her back as she sawed in and out. Neither of them was making any attempt to be quiet anymore, either. Andrea had her head back and was groaning loudly, joyfully, with her mouth open wide. Judy grunted and wept and wailed.

Miss Andrea slammed her groin violently into Judy’s butt cheeks, dragging her by the hipbones onto the spear of her penis. She stood up onto her tiptoes to get full purchase and screamed, “I’m coming…”

She shoved in all the way, shaking like a sapling in a gale. I could tell she was ejaculating. I could see the thick white cum overflow the lips of Judy’s ass and drip down to the supply room floor. She cursed and grunted and then moaned as her orgasm depleted.

I grabbed my cock and in three strokes had the orgasm of my life. The only downside was that I had to keep it very quiet, even as my balls exploded in ecstasy.

For a while, Miss Andrea and Judy lay together entwined on the store room floor, cuddling and kissing. Then, slowly they composed themselves. They cleaned each other with the aid of a handful of tissues Judy pulled from her clutch-purse. On weak and wobbly knees, but with as much whispering and giggling as when they entered, the two of them left.

I was a wreck. My knees ached from maintaining my voyeur’s crouch for the better part of an hour. My cock was still painfully hard; the ten jets of high-pressure cum I’d just shot had barely blunted my arousal.

I was having problems dealing with that. I had found Miss Andrea very attractive and sexy, big cock and all, and as a straight man, it was messing with my head. What’s more, my conception of reality, my sense of what was possible and what wasn’t had been badly shaken. When I woke up this morning, it was in a world where hot women didn’t have big dicks. That world no longer existed for me. I was hot and rattled. I waited for a couple minutes after they left, both to make sure the coast was clear and to let my cock go down. I then got up to finish my shift.

When I left the room, Miss Andrea brought me up short. To my absolute shock she was waiting outside alone for me.

“Well, hello, Mr. Michael,” she said with that signature Mona Lisa smile. “Now, I think my favorite janitor owes Miss Andrea a little explanation.”

“Uh…well…I was just…there…”

“Well,” she said with an indulgent air, “Since I didn’t really announce myself, I suppose I can forgive that.”

She moved closer.

“However,” she went on with a glint, “handsome Mr. Michael, now that you know our little secret, we really don’t really have much choice but to bring you into the fold, as it were. So…exactly how open minded are you?”

The bulge under her dress was growing again. To my utter disbelief, so was mine.

The End

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