1. Haunted by the Futa Ghost 9: Futanari Fucks Her Bully


    Date: 4/5/2018, Categories: Fantasy, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Lesbian, Lesbian, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Group Sex, Trans, Author: mypenname3000, Source: sexstories.com

    Haunted by the Futa Ghost Chapter Nine: Futanari Fucks Her Bully By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 “Will this work?” my Ōjo-sama asked, hugging me from behind. Her damp hair brushed my neck. She still wore it loose after our bath. Our love-making. “I do not know, Mitsuko-hime,” I whispered. “But I have to try. Tonight is the half-moon. The transition.” It was the last half-moon of Summer. The next would fall on the Autumn Equinox, and that night I had to perform the Kagura and help Kanshu-no-Kami keep the yokai imprisoned beneath the shrine. And not long after that, Mitsuko-hime would leave her father's castle to travel to the home of her new husband. This was my last chance to change, to become futanari and claim my Ōjo-sama as my princess and wife. “Be safe, Sayuri-chan,” she whispered, “as you walk through the cursed woods.”</em Aokigahara, the cursed woods. A haunt of onryō and lesser yokai. Where hitodama danced beneath the moonlight. A place of death beneath the strangling trees. But it was also a place of power, a place of transition. Life and death touched there. It was a sympathetic likeness to the transition I would beckon. I took a deep breath, grasping my gohei, the twin shide fluttering as I shifted. I wore my miko vestments, my red hakama and white haori. Bells tinkled with my every movement. “I will return transformed, Ōjo-sama. I will come back to claim my wife.” “Sayuri-chan,” she whispered, lips kissing the back of my neck. “I love you.” With her love ...
    wreathing me, I walked north. Above the trees, Mount Fuji loomed, a perfect cone. And on the slopes of that mountain lay the woods. The boundary wasn't far. I just had to follow the woodcutters paths until they ended. Only the foolish and the desperate entered Aokigahara. And I was both. The sun sank as I walked the trail, gripping my gohei tightly. Yesterday, I had ventured down this very path. I knew where I was going. There was a small clearing just inside the dread woods, a place where the sky could be seen surrounded by the skeletal trees and tripping branches. As the sun set, I crossed the boundary. It was invisible, and yet I felt the chill. The sounds of birds and cicadas died. Only trees lived in the demon woods. Nothing else. They had choked all the life away. Not even brush grew. The ground was dead leaves crushed into dirt. I reached the grove as twilight fell. I stood in it, staring up at the small circle of stars. I was in a well of trees, trapped at the bottom. The woods grew darker and darker around me, the trees moving, rustling like there was a breeze. Branches swayed, reaching. They knew I lived, and they hated it. And then the moon appeared, half white, half dark. Half male, half female. I raised my gohei. My bells jingled as I danced the first step of the Kagura, bringing my sandaled foot down hard on the packed dirt. I spun, black hair flying, bells twinkling louder as I swung my gohei. The twin shide rustled as they snapped in its wake. I spun them above my ...
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