Try fantasizing about futa

You're going to have to get used to the thought that whoever your partner is, they are going to have a little extra down there, so it'll probably be easier if you're already used to fantasizing about it.

You keep squeezing the head of your dick as you decide what and who to think about. You already did it while thinking about your family this morning in the shower, but you don't want to just imagine some random person. That's when her face pops into your mind.

Lucy.

Yeah you just met her, but she seemed nice. You thought she was kind of pretty, with her long black hair, cute dimples, smooth, light skin. Actually, she was really pretty. You must have been to focused on making friends with her to notice. How the hell did that happen? Either way, without a shred of guilt, you decide to make her the object of your fantasy tonight.

You imagine her in the same clothes you met her in. Her baggy sweatshirt prevented you from telling the size of her breasts, but if they had been big they would've still shown. You decide to imagine her with medium sized tits. Her jeans did nothing to hide her nice slim legs though. You don't think she had much of a butt, but that's fine, it's her face that really makes her attractive.

You start to imagine being alone with her in the econ classroom. You lead her by hand to the teacher's desk at the front of the class and lift her up to sit on top of it. The desk is low enough that her hips are only just a bit higher than yours. However, she's a bit shorter than you, meaning her face is now perfectly level with your own. You look into her eyes. They're bright blue, not what you would expect on a girl with such dark hair. Maybe she dyes it. Doesn't matter though. You lean in close to her and press your lips against hers. You've never kissed before, but you've seen it in porn. That's close enough, right? You imagine opening her lips with your tongue and kissing her deeper.

This whole time you've been teasing your dick beneath your bed sheets. It's been less than thirty seconds, but you feel like you're about to cum, so you stop squeezing it for a moment to let yourself come back from the edge. You don't stop fantasizing though.

You break the kiss, and when you pull back you see her staring back into your eyes. Her mouth is still slightly open and you can hear her breathing heavier. She has one hand holding on to your shoulder while she is leaning back on the other. You want to see more of her. You grab the bottom of her sweatshirt and pull it up over her head. She sits up and lifts her arms high to let you remove it, and you find that she isn't wearing a shirt underneath. All you see is a plain black bra. Next, she pulls your shirt up over your head. Your thin frame and narrow waist are exposed now, but she continues. She targets your pants next, unbuttoning them hurriedly. Not wanting to fall behind, you quickly start doing the same with hers. Soon, your pants are around your ankles, and hers are undone, but not pulled down.

This is the part where you really have to use your imagination. You know that she will have a... penis... underneath, but you don't know how large or what shape to imagine. You never watched porn that featured futanari, so your best reference is that time your mother walked in on you in the shower. Guess you'll use that.

As you start working her pants down her legs, you see a large bulge under black panties that match her bra. The bulge travels sideways and ends a little bit before poking out the top of the stretched fabric. Your eyes are fixated on her package as you slip her jeans off her legs. The two of you are now eyeing each other's bodies. Nothing but your underwear is stopping you from seeing the other's most intimate places.

You have since started squeezing your little head again, and once again you have to pause to avoid finishing too early. You don't think a minuet has passed, but you've come to the edge of climax twice now. You really want to just let go at this point, but you don't want to let pleasure nor the fantasy to end. You're pretty sure you've heard this called edging.

After denying yourself climax twice now, you're **** to finish. Your imaginary self waste no time as you begin pleasing yourself again. You pull her underwear down to her feet, leaving it hanging off one ankle, and place your hands on the insides of her thighs and spread them apart. Between her legs you see her seven inch, hard, throbbing pride pointing straight at you. You freeze, not sure what to do with the appendage. You can already feel yourself coming close to cumming again though, so you need decide quickly. You grab it around the base with one hand and tilt it to the side. She moans loudly from your grasp and you feel it pulsing in your hand. She's close too. She has average size balls underneath, but in her current position they do nothing to hide the wet pussy beneath them. That's it. Her pussy. The soft, wet, warm hole that you're going to put it in. You start bringing your hips closer and closer to her opening. You can feel her lips around your tip now. It's so good. Now just thrust forward and...

With a short thrust of your imaginary hips and a final squeeze of your real dick, you start spurting your cum into Lucy, but in reality, your underwear. You lay back, completely exhausted. Your mind is empty for a few seconds as you come back from what must have been one of the most amazing orgasms of your life. Was it because you were imagining a futa? Or was it the edging? You honestly don't care, and are just enjoying your post orgasm bliss.

After a while, you come back to your senses. Your hand is still inside your underwear, and you can tell that you failed to catch all of your cum. You take them off, use them to wipe the bit of cum on your hand off since they're already dirty, and toss them towards the hamper in the corner of your room. You're not sure if they made it, but you are far too tired to sit up and check. Instead, you stay lying down on your bed, kick the covers off because you're still hot from masturbating, and surrender to the wave of sleepiness that is washing over you. Just before you fall asleep, you realize that even though you were trying to get used to thinking about futanari, you didn't really bother thinking about Lucy's cock much. If your fantasy were to actually happen, you're sure you would have to pay more attention to it. Maybe rubbing it more, playing with the tip, stuff that you do to yourself to feel good.

Oh well. You won't think anymore about it right now. It's late, and you're going... to sleep...