The Taste of Futa

Imagine your last day on Earth. Wherever or whenever it may be, with or without you knowing, you close your eyes for the last time. Moments later, when you open them, you wake up in a familiar place, as if you had always been there for the entirety of your life. You look up, and down, check every part of yourself and your surrounds. Everything is normal, unlike the strange otherworldly place you had been dreaming about.

You go outside, to make sure you were still here. You see the buildings, the smartphones, the cars and the trees. You see the ladies all around you. No such thing as a 'man'. You see the tight bulges, raw raging dicks, and exposed tits out in public. Some with dripping wet pussies under short skirts, shaven and clean. No such thing as 'public indecency'. Just fashion, and comfort. It had always been hard for a futa being 7-8 inches or longer, and harder for those that crave easier access.

You hear a cat call. One of them had noticed you looking, and she was now right next to you, smiling, flushed, and fully erect. Your horny neighbor. Small talk was short. Your hand was already stroking it. Hers drop you to your knees. Your mouth knows what to do. You slurp. You suck. As deep as you can go, in and out, in and out, until it suddenly expands. A loud sexy groan. The first hot blast on your tongue. You do not stop as the tip continues to spew. Explosive jets of flavor, thick, sweet and generous, down to the very last drop down your throat. You pull out, kiss the seeping tip and thank her. She taps her cock on your face and thanks you. She calls you a 'good cum slut', and you smile at the lovely compliment.

You blink your eyes as some of her sperm drips on your face. When you open them again, she is still there, cock still ready to go. Your insides burn as you crave for more.

The world is as it should be. Welcome home.