Seven Sunny Sunsets: Futa Cum Laude Version

By Teagan Cascade

Copyright 2025 Teagan Cascade

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Table of Contents

Prologue - Sunrise

Chapter 1 - Manic Monday

Chapter 2 - Ruby Tuesday

Chapter 3 - A Wednesday In Your Garden

Chapter 4 - Thursday’s Child

Chapter 5 - Black Friday

Chapter 6 - Saturday In The Park

Chapter 7 - Sunday Bloody Sunday

Chapter 8 - Eight Days A Week

Chapter 9 - Tequila Sunrise

Chapter 10 - Here Comes The Sun

Epilogue - Sunset

Prologue - Sunrise

“Monday,” My voice was gravelly as I moaned into my pillow. Who in the world likes Monday? Ironically, I always enjoy the most pleasant dreams on that first morning of the week. However, by the third punch of the snooze button, the memories are so foggy I can barely remember them. Yet the firm evidence of my arousal remained. I was fucking someone: A teacher, a cheerleader, or a tennis player; It never mattered who. All that mattered now was at 6 am. The alarm blared again, and I debated between returning to bed or finishing myself off manually and soiling my sheets.

I rolled over with a moan, firm buttocks bracing me as I glided my little fist between my delicate thighs and gave a soft squeeze. A smile flexed away my early morning grimace as the flesh I fondled began to pulse in reaction. “Ah!” I folded my legs and clamped them shut. My heart throbbed as I stroked myself-maybe Monday wasn’t going to be so horrible after all.

“SUNNY! IT’S TIME FOR SCHOOL!” I heard Manfred, my family executor and former legal guardian. As one might assume, hearing him call my name completely wilted my pleasure. “SCHOOL, SUNNY!”

“I hate Mondays,” I growled under my breath as I buried my face in my long blonde hair.

I’m probably getting ahead of myself-I’ll start over while I get ready for school. My name is Sunny Skye-isn’t that horrible? I’m neither a professional wrestling valet nor a burlesque dancer. It also makes me seem perkier than I am, even if I was the cheer team captain at my high school. Wait a minute-scratch what I said before. My name is PERFECT.

Speaking of perfect, so is my future. The next few weeks are jam-packed. I’m a high school senior, and finals are over. Next Saturday, I’ll graduate from Pom Tree Catholic Academy. A few weeks later, I’ll receive my inheritance and become the majority owner of Cloudy Skyes Candy Company, one of Ontario’s oldest confectioneries.

I paced through the Skye mansion’s foyer that morning and had to cover my face as those horrid ultraviolet rays pierced through the sunlit glass ceiling. Despite the alliteration, I hated my first name, especially on Monday. Sweat beaded on my brow instantly as the sun scorched my delicate scalp. At a sultry 75°F/25 °C, it was hot for Toronto. Through this terrible inconvenience, I stepped lightly. My school uniform’s pleated skirt made audible swishing sounds as I hurried to my family limo.

“Thank you, Victor,” I murmured as our family driver held the door ajar for me. I slid into the backseat and fanned my thighs. An uneasy sigh drained from my lungs. The morning’s severe lack of privacy had taken its toll. I delicately laid my hand over the controls on the door until the tinted window between driver and passenger whirred up and closed.

I knew Victor wouldn’t take it personally. That’s why I love him. I slung down my bag and spread my legs on the spacious floor. The car slowly rolled from the driveway past the decadent estates of our neighbors. They were philanthropists, politicians, and industry pillars-the tangible representation of Canada’s elite. It would all be my destiny-very soon. I was to be a pillar of the community, rigid and firm. Another uneasy sigh rattled my tiny frame. Truthfully, sometimes, I thought it would be too much to bear alone.

I guess that’s why my parents added Sunny’s Sunset Clause to their will. It was a failsafe in case I was ever orphaned, like I was. Wait--I haven’t mentioned that yet? God, this is Monday. Don’t worry; I’ll get to that later.

The clanking and booming outside the window jerked me from my parental daydream. Construction and traffic horns told me we had made it to the city. We traveled this route daily, 30 arduous minutes out of our way. It was usually worth it, especially today.

Her frumpy curves caught my eye as the car edged the curb. She awkwardly stumbled inside, carefully keeping her thick legs pressed together when her uniform skirt made its usual ride up her ass. I giggled as she pulled the fabric back down again. I don’t know why she always insists on being so modest.

“Good morning, Miss Skye.” Chirped Miss Cassidy Black as she settled her ample body next to me on the plush seat. My most trusted assistant and confidant pushed her dark-rimmed glasses back on her pale, cheerful face. “Did you have a good weekend?” She swung her backpack to the floor before slamming the car door.

“Good weekend,” I confirmed as I unbuckled my skirt. “Bad Monday.” I crept my dress down around my shapely hips. “I couldn’t find time to let off some steam this morning.” A chill from the car’s AC raced down my bare legs as I exposed my blonde pubes to the brisk air.

Cassidy’s chubby face glowed a vivid, bright red as she nodded with straight, flushed lips. Her fingers were about to buckle the seatbelt before she let the strap retract. She knew she wouldn’t need any restraints other than me. “I was anticipating such a morning for you, Miss Skye.” Cassiday rose to her knees and hovered over me as her voice dropped to a husky octave. “How would you like me today?”

I flashed a wide grin for the first time that day. “On your side, if you don’t mind.” My heart pounded. I was a candy store kid watching Miss Black recline and hike up her skirt. Sweet! Her plump loins glistened with excitement. Cassidy’s pussy always seemed so prepared, smooth, pantyless, and freshly shaven.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. My skirt dropped to the floor as I stroked my throbbing erection--my glorious futanari cock. My blood swirled and boiled as I laid my weight on Cassidy’s body-no more chills as I pushed my pulsing member into my friend. A satisfying moan gurgled from deep within my throat as her warmth wrapped around me.

Cassidy grunted on impact. She cocked back one of her meaty legs, wincing as I penetrated her. With shut eyes and pursed lips, Miss Black took each thrust and pushed back with lustful conviction. She dug her nails into the soft leather of the backseat as I slammed deeper into her. Each lunge sent my swollen family jewels slapping against her thick thighs.

Soon, Cassidy’s grunts became groans. As the liquid evidence of her excitement coated my flesh, her throaty moans became high-pitched yelps- screams. She was losing control-slowly but surely. I would have noticed sooner if not for my panting. Suitable for Victor for not running off the road despite the distracting carnal symphony playing behind him! I rolled my lover onto her belly and continued my assault. Now my powerful hips were free to slap against her ass with a steady rhythm.

“Miss. Skye. MISS. SKYE!” Cassidy’s voice climbed higher after each attempt at broken speech. The way her tightness graduated from a caress on my shaft to a violent spasm, I knew my assistant had come. Cassidy quivered in my arms. She squeezed her thighs together as the tremor worked down her body--until her clunky brown Oxford shoes slipped from her feet. I turned back to watch her cute toes curl and flex in ecstasy. Those wiggling digits always sent a tingle to my loins. I quickened my thrusts. As her climax subsided, I grabbed two handfuls of her overflowing globes. I spread her cheeks wide and, to my eyes’ delight, examined her sopping hole was oozing with her cum. Thick strings of her schoolgirl jism connected the sides of her pussy like telephone lines.

“Oh. God. You. Slut.” I hissed, slowing my thrusts to an excruciatingly slow grind. “I love feeling myself twitching inside my slut.”

“mmhmm...” Cassidy murmured as she swooned, burying her screams in the seat. She always seemed to love me when I claimed possession of that tight little cunt of hers.

“You’re-” I took sharp, gasping breaths until I grew lightheaded. “You’re already so messy that you shouldn’t mind if I-ah! AH! FUCK!” I meant to announce my orgasm-really, I did. But the seed boiled up my shaft so quickly. “NGH!” I slammed into Cass’s body with finality and let the first few ropes of my purebred cream squirt inside her quivering pink folds. Then I ripped my cock out and jerked it toward her well-fucked opening. My body stiffened as jet after jet of my cum glazed her slit-the next shots were weaker, but still glazed her thighs-until gobs of my baby batter dripped from her legs to either side of her crotch. I drooled and smiled at my handiwork--the yellowish-white glazings dripped down her skin with varying consistency. She was a complete fucking mess, inside and out. “Victor,” I panted as I cracked the window slightly. “How long until we reach school?” I squeezed the last gobs of cum from my cock onto Cassidy’s soft foot.

“About 10 minutes, Miss Skye.” He announced in monotone. How could he be so calm?!?

“Perfect...” I sighed. “Thank you. Plenty of time to recover, Miss Black.” I rubbed Cassidy’s ample calves until she came to. She accepted the towel I passed her and glided my cummies off her porcelain skin.

“Was that such a good idea?” Cassidy asked with concern. Once she decided her pussy was clean enough, she reached into her bag, pulling out her tablet. “Your clause week starts today.”

“I know. I know.” I rolled my eyes and fixed my skirt. “Don’t worry about me; there’s plenty more where that came from.”

“I’m aware,” Cassidy smirked. She tapped the glass screen a few times. Today’s date with Sara will set the pace for the week. Plus,” she paused as she hiked up her skirt. “I know she’s your favorite.”

I grinned because Cass was right. Sara was my favorite by far. I have many girlfriends, seven in total-one for every day of the week. Though it sounds ridiculous, it’s the perfect position for Sunny’s Sunset Clause. See? I told you I’d get back to it.

My parents died when I was very young, but it’s less tragic than it sounds because I don’t remember them at all. Manfred raised me and informed me when I was a tween that my parents, along with several members of the family staff, were killed when their private plane crashed into Lake Ontario.

Meanwhile, proxies ran the business, waiting for me to age. I’ll be the majority owner, but there’s one peculiar caveat: I must be married before I turn 19. I’d ideally like someone to help run the family business--and also have plenty of sex. this cock of mine can be VERY distracting if I don’t take care of it regularly. Cass knows that more than anyone. If I’m not married before midnight on my birthday, the proxies will continue company operations until I turn 30--might as well be 100.

So here I go-seven dates and seven nights with seven sexy suitors. Then, I’ll make a decision that will change our lives forever. No big deal, right?

Chapter 1 - Manic Monday

I’ve always enjoyed a lighter step after spending a load, even on a Monday. I glided from my town car rejuvenated-- a million bucks, even. Cassidy came soon after, meek and reserved as usual She was far from the howling minx that had wiggled on my cock not 10 minutes ago. I had to giggle at the paradox. “See you tomorrow morning, Miss Black.” I parted with a wink and nod over my shoulder. I skipped towards the Mathematics building; Calculus awaited.

Small, exclusive, and expensive, Pom Tree Catholic Academy was everything desirable for parents looking for an elite religious education for the next generation of silver spooners. There was a good reason we attended the prestigious all-girls think tank (you already know mine).

Brushed gray cobblestone roads cut through the perfectly mowed lawn to connect the campus’s polished brick structures. Each represented a different academic discipline. I often mused how none of the school’s 200ish attendants appreciated how beautiful a bubble we lived in. “How lucky we are..” I whispered through a smile as I listened to my lecture. Class sizes were as minute as you’d expect, giving me plenty of opportunity to ogle the many beautiful students I passed each day. Some were friends, others friends with benefits. Then, there was another column for girls I’d like to add to either list. I was always ready for some networking.

After class, I boarded the fire escape stairs across from the classroom. A tingle crept into my tummy and grew stronger with each step I ascended. My first date was about to begin.

Sara Lynn Hart was lightning in a bottle, and she had the gift to electrify everyone around her. Moreover, she was a future third-generation banker and head of her family’s investment firm. But despite her heretic golden parachute, she opted to spend her time either submerged in tattoos on her skin or cheap vodka in her bloodstream. Our nights together featured hundred-dollar dinners and VIP concert tickets. She was a long, thin rock starlet partner in crime, and I was mad about her.

“Hey, candy girl.” Sara’s sweet voice melted in my ear as I stepped onto the roof. She sprawled across the ledge of the building’s farthest side, a clear bottle of ‘something’ in her hand. Her pixie raven haircut fluttered in the breeze as I approached. “I thought you got lost,” she smirked.

“Not a chance, money girl.” I mewed as I spidered my fingers up her arm and massaged her wiry shoulder. “I’ve missed you.” My hand’s motions forced her uniform blouse to bunch at the sleeve, allowing me to find her latest body art-a delicate blue and brown paisley patterned sleeve wrapped around her arm. I’m no artist, but I could tell that the breathtaking, detailed work cost thousands. “Pretty sexy, Sara.” I nuzzled her sweet-smelling neck as I gushed over her latest investment.

Sara giggled like a schoolgirl as my lips tickled her skin. She passed me the pauper-esque, generic plastic bottle. The burn from the cheap swill tightened my stomach. I hadn’t drunk since my last date with Sara, and it showed. A slight buzz had already warned my chest before I wrapped my lecherous palms around my date’s thin waist. “I’ve been thinking a lot about you, Sara,” I mumbled, pulling her closer.

“Is that right?” she smiled, stepping back off the ledge. A sigh relaxed from her throat as she reached backward and gripped my hardness from behind. “Is THIS what you’ve been using to think about me?”

“Mmhmm...” I grinned as her clenched fingers rode their way up my shaft. My cock head reddened as its skin rippled upward-the pressure building both pleasurable and excruciating-just the way I like it.

“Why’s your cock so sticky, Sunny?” She turned around with a devilish smile. “You’ve already fucked someone today, and you’re ready to go again?”

My heart reveled in the perverse pleasure of Sara’s fingers covered in mine and Cassidy’s fuck juices. ‘It’s funny,’ I thought as I closed my eyes while Sara jerked me. ‘Not a few hours ago, I was balls deep in Cass, glazing her meaty cunt with my pent-up load. Now, I longed to give Sara the same treatment. I bit the soft skin of her neck while I groaned. I never tire of this!

But that’s when that bitch did the cruelest thing ever.

“I’m bored.” She announced, releasing my dick to twitch and spasm under the weight of my thick skirt. “Let’s go get lunch.”

“Wh-what, Sara?!?!” I whined as warmth flashed over me. The blood that had monopolized my dick raced back into my body so fast it made me lightheaded.

But the cold-hearted shrew returned to the ledge and surveyed the landscape. “Looks like school just let out.” Sara grinned.

“I don’t care.” I still clutched Sara from behind and rubbed my crotch on her curvy ass. “Sara, just let me put it inside you for a second-- err, minute.” She turned around and raised an eyebrow at my weird request. I knew it was strange, but she was driving me crazy. I moaned in frustration, almost screaming. “COME ON!”

But she rolled her eyes and smiled. “God, Candy girl. You sound like a boy sometimes.”

I stepped away from her and crossed my arms. “I feel like a boy sometimes,” I said, pouting.

She returned to the ledge and peered over after dismissing my attempt to hug her. “Look at all the self-important ants scurrying,” Sara muttered as our classmates scrambled for their driver’s cars or the various extracurricular activities about to begin. She laughed again. “Isn’t that Cassidy down there?”

“My assistant?” I tried to ignore the raging hard-on between my legs and stepped to the ledge. I caught the tail end of Cass chatting with Mr Greenwich, the elder groundskeeper, in the far corner of the campus. It was only seconds before they slipped into the nearby maintenance building.

“Oh my...” Sara recoiled. “She’s a bigger slut than you-literally and figuratively. She screws the groundskeeper?”

“Stop! “ I smirked, trying not to laugh. “Cassidy can do whomever she wants.” And why not? I sure did.

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Sara was dying to check out this grunge band I knew would be awful, but we hopped on a bus headed downtown anyway. “We could have just gotten Victor to drop us off, you know,” I grumbled to Sara as I settled into the filthy vinyl seat towards the back. The dull glow of the useless fluorescent tubes overhead forced me to strain my eyes to read the bus schedule.

“What’s wrong, candy girl?” she mocked as she plopped beside me. She rested her head on my shoulder as her teasing continued. “Too scared to rough it?”

“Bitch,” I grated my teeth across her exposed neck before whispering in her ear. “I LOVE it, rough.”

The girl gasped in surprise, staring wildly into my eyes. She huffed heavy pants as I leaned in to breathe her in-- the intoxicating fragrance of vodka, sweat, and teenage hormones brought my long-wilted shaft back to life.

Sara glanced around the mostly empty bus as it clunked through an intersection. Once she realized nobody was paying us basic bitches any mind, her hand slivered under my skirt and found my throbbing member. I stiffened my legs as she worked my rigid flesh in public-I must say it added to the fun! After another careful scan of the perimeter, she turned to me. “Can we switch seats, Sunny?” She inquired with monotone innocence.

As sweat beaded on my brow, I gawked at her. What was this crazy bitch on about now? Before I could answer, she lifted her ass off the seat slightly and hovered over my lap. She paused to lift my skirt-my pantyless hardness springing out to meet her! I was about to scream until she hiked up her bottom and plunged herself onto my spear.

I clutched her waist as my cock sank deeper. She wiggled her ass and flexed her hot cunt around my starved hardness as she braced herself by holding the seat in front of her. With quiet, fluid strokes, she rode my cock with ease. Sara gushed-her girly jism gushed and trickled down my shaft. Teasing my poor cock for hours made her super horny-further evident from the tiny grunts forcing themselves up from her throat as she continued to ride me.

“Oh fuck.” I breathed hard. My muscles tensed as I tried to thrust upward. “Oh, god.” Our coupling had started subtle and zoomed to furious humping. “Fuck, Sara...” The sensation reduced me to stammers as the bubbling cream slowly climbed my shaft.

“You like that, huh?” Sara’s voice dripped over me. I could barely nod in reply. “Good.” she smiled as she stood, ripped herself from my rigid cock.

“HUH?!? WHAT?!?!” I whimpered, painfully aware of the cool breeze hitting my soaked member. “Sara, what are you doing?”

That bitch shrugged her shoulders. “I’m done for now,” she whispered with a smirk before returning to her seat with crossed legs.

“You can’t be serious!” I growled. My heart sank as the cum retreated, orgasm fading farther and farther away. “Sara, I need to come.”

She retorted with a raised eyebrow. “So jerk off. Right here on the bus.”

“No.” My pouting turned into a scowl as I muttered under my breath. “I’m saving this load for your cute little cunt before the night’s over.”

Sara’s eyes shot open with excitement as she grinned. “We’ll see,” she pretended to scoff as her hand retreated under her skirt. “God, Sunny.” Sara’s wrist flicked as she closed her eyes. “I’m so fucking wet it’s like you’ve already come in me.” Her pace quickened as she fucked herself, eyes shut and head tossed back. Sara dug her feet into the floor as her legs stiffened. Her mouth lay agape as she teetered on the brink of climax. She whimpered when she pulled her fingers from her steaming cunt, and I sat in awe as Sara descended from her near orgasm. She denied herself. “So close.” She said, observing the creamy mess on her fingers. A long, deliberate lick cleaned them all. “I think I’ll save my cum for later too.”

My cock twitched again.

By the end of the thirty-minute arduous bus ride, my hardness had fully calmed. Through the sea of flannel and skinny denim, we stuck out like sore thumbs in our crimson school uniform. I’m sure every slimy bouncer wanted to knock up our flawless teenage bodies. I sensed the adults trying to glare holes in my skirt as we breezed past them. The fact that I looked sexy made me smile, but I won’t lie-I wasn’t thrilled. Sara had teased and poked at my urges all day. That in itself wasn’t unusual. But tonight, I planned to propose marriage to her and cut my seven-day “tour” short. I decided Sara Lynn Hart was my soul mate, and there was nothing that Lucy, Zara, or even the very intense Gabrielle Santangelo could ever offer me. Sara Lynn Skye-It was a beautiful name. I couldn’t wait to fuck her and tell Cassidy the great news.

I couldn’t take my eyes off my date for the rest of the show. My heart tingled whenever she smiled at me through the hazy lights and mindless thrashing from fans and musicians alike (I didn’t care for this noise). We were about to become the happiest power couple, taking on the world! All I wanted to do was fuck Sara on the dance floor in front of everybody, but she had ideas of her own.

Sara squeezed my palm tightly as she led me away from the crowd. My heart fluttered when she turned back and smiled. Her eyes were wide and glazed as she bit her bottom lip. “Oh God...” I mouthed while I hurried on my quivering legs. “She’s ready for me.”

After tripping once or twice from being towed through the crowd, I became pretty aware my newly revived cock was grazing the bodies of the frantic youth as we fled. My mind drifted to the thought of fucking a total stranger in a crowded room. Dropping an anonymous load in someone and throwing caution to the wind sounded like a ‘must’ to put on my bucket list. But for now, I gasped with anticipation when the night’s slight chill hit my lungs as we burst through the building’s flimsy back door. We spilled into the back alley and French-kissed each other like long-lost lovers. I groped Sara’s breasts through her blouse with my greedy palms and pinned her to the wall. My date’s muffled groans rumbled into my mouth and hinted that she wouldn’t be teasing me anymore tonight (finally!). We slid deeper down the alley’s filthy wall until a clump of garbage cans blocked our path. With a deep grunt, I grabbed Sara’s thighs and hoisted her on top of the lids and, with the following fluid motion, lifted both our skirts. She instinctively clutched my shoulders and braced for impact as I plunged into her.

The cheap metal cans banged loudly against the brick as I mashed Sara against the wall. She clamped her muscular legs around my ass as I pounded her; the girl’s steamy, liquored breath warmed my face as I kissed her. “NNGH! NGH!” Each whimper brought me closer to orgasm. My legs quivered as my tightened balls slapped against Sara’s taut ass.

“God, yes, that’s right...” Sara huffed, losing all composure. “Fuck my hot cunt, you slut. Got any cum left in that worthless cock of yours?”

“Bitch, you have no idea,” I replied with a crack in my voice. I had dead-eyed Sara since my retort and became entranced with her primal beauty. My strokes tightened as her hot lady pre cum splattered and oozed from our torrid union. “You are so fucking beautiful, Sara.” I leaned my head on her shoulder as I began to shake. My knees buckled as I gave her one final thrust-- I smiled with such satisfaction as I released my load into her willing body.

“You-YES!” Sara threw back her head as the veins in my cock rippled. My bulging head filled her with burst after burst of boiling teenage seed. Her excited cunt flexed and quivered as she clutched me tighter. “YES! YES!” My cum sent her over the top. Her well-earned climax racked her thin body as she came hard. Another gush of cum squirted from her slimy slit.

Once again, the dark alley was silent as our mingled panting ceased. I kept my cock buried in Sara as we rested-longer than I had in Cass earlier that morning. I gripped her waist for dear life; her pussy still tried to milk the greatly anticipated jism from my pulsing shaft.

I held onto Sara until I almost dozed off. When I finally snapped to, I carefully slid my wilted cock from her well-fucked cunt. It came with a generous gush of my semen-the amount even shocked me as it dripped to the pavement in audible plops. Sara was a sexual savant. Her meticulous foreplay set the stage for our monstrous orgasm. I needed to do this right then. “No. Stay there for a second.” She had tried to wiggle down from her perch. “Don’t move, Sara,” I whispered, catching my breath. “I have something to ask you.”

“What is it, baby?” She asked with wide almond eyes, her voice soft and loving.

I took a deep breath and stepped back. “Will you marry me?”

“Wha-what?” Sara blinked a million times before forcing herself from the garbage lid. “Sunny,” she stammered. “Why are you asking me this? Why this serious talk all of a sudden?”

I shuffled my feet a bit in silence, not entirely sure how to answer. “I can’t tell you why, but I’d like to get married soon. Like--next week. And we have a lot of fun together and--”

“Yes! That’s it.” She snapped, face wrought with fright. “FUN. We have FUN.” I had never seen Sara this nervous. She paced in a square beside me like a caged animal. “God, Sunny. You sure know how to ruin a girl’s orgasm.”

“That wasn’t my intent.” I stuttered. “I just--” I searched for the proper words to describe the burning knot in my chest.” I don’t want to miss any future opportunities with you.” I should explain. I can’t tell my dates about the Sunny’s Sunset Clause. My parents wanted to ensure that whoever I married was in it for love, not a hefty inheritance. Standing in that seedy alley, I felt the gradual slipping away of a life with Sara like a fistful of water.

“Sunny,” She finally sighed, dragging her shoulders. “I don’t love you.”

My abs tightened. She might as well have punched me. I could only nod.

“I mean,” she threw her hands up as she tried to explain, lying gracefully. “I DO love you. But I also love Gretchen, and Sasha, and--”

“I know, I know.” I snapped, longing for an end to this conversation. “You’ve got other girlfriends. I’ve got other girlfriends. I was looking for something a little more permanent, I guess.”

“I guess,” her eyes shifted.”If you’re serious about me, I can think about it and get back to you, okay?” She gave me a weak half-smile. What a shitty consolidation.

“Okay,” I smirked, attempting to don a bold front of optimism. “I had a good time tonight, Money girl.”

She nodded, stepping in to kiss me. “Me too, Sunny.”

“Oh my god...” I frowned and recoiled. A numbing dose of reality filled my body. “You’re dumping me, aren’t you?”

Sara turned away sheepishly. Her face was red. I had pulled her card--and she knew it. “What makes you say that?”

“You didn’t call me ‘Candy Girl’ just now.” I tried to say it without passion or hurt in my voice. I failed. “God, I’m so fucking stupid.” I sobbed.

“Sunny,” she rubbed her temples. “We are barely adults. We have our entire lives to be boring. I have a lot I want to do before I-you know.”

“Yeah, I know.” I sniffled, stepping past her. “See ya, Sara.”

I left Sara Lynn Hart and the notion of Sara Lynn Skye in the alley that night. It was an odd notion, being off-balance and defeated. It forced me to look at the tough decisions for the rest of the week. Things would be difficult.

“Sunny?”

I turned around as I heard my name. The concert had finally let out, and the streets became flooded with hipsters. Among them is Lucy Kurosawa. The petite dark-haired girl had attended the show even though her denim miniskirt and see-through tank top made her inconspicuous.

“Hey, Lucy.” I smiled through my pain. “I didn’t see you in there.”

She raised her brow. “But I saw you. Where’s Sara?”

I shrugged. “We’re not getting along right now.”

“Ah,” she nodded. Lucy was sharp. Smarter than me. I’m sure she read between the lines. “At any rate,” she shook the thoughts from her head. “Are we still on for tomorrow?”

I smiled. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

That was a lie. I WOULD have missed it for the world, but I just left said world in a back alley after fucking her. Such is life.

Lucy Skye has a nice ring to it.

Chapter 2 - Ruby Tuesday

I woke up Tuesday morning in the funkiest of funks. Sara’s words wounded me more than I ever planned to admit, and our relationship lay broken at my feet. It’s always like that, it seems. Not until the morning after does the realization finally hit. The same revelation gutted my insides the day after my parents died. Something is sobering about sleep. It often makes reality so clear. So clairvoyant. Ugh. Tuesday. It might as well have been Monday.

However, unlike Mondays, I can always afford morning time for a little “self-service.” With half-cracked eyelids, I stumbled into my walk-in shower and yanked the knob with a clumsy wrist. The sudden burst of icy water stole my breath as it hit my chest. I jumped to the back of the stall like a cat, avoiding a bath, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet until the stream pooling beneath me finally warmed. Now I stepped into the welcoming spray, letting the water cascade over my pert nipples and form a rivulet down my spent cock.

The stream engulfed my body like a sweltering shroud, and all the blood it heated seemed to circulate straight to my cock. I wasted no time stroking it, running my nimble fingers along its thick veins until it came to total hardness. My horniness was eager this morning. The hot water splashed against my face as I squeezed my cock harder-then I stroked it faster. Faster. My smooth hips swayed forward as I pictured Sara’s tight folds on the other end of my swollen head (makeup sex was always the best). With each commanding stroke, I rose closer to climax. Each aroused spasm spat a little more precum from my shaft, and it caused me to gasp involuntarily-I swallowed a few mouthfuls of the boiling shower water. But it didn’t matter.

I yelped and whimpered and squeezed my cock harder. My tiny pink toes curled as my cock rippled and exploded. A thick wave of cum roped across my fingers, followed by another and another. The gooey mess clung to my hand in nasty white clumps as my breathing calmed. “Damn gross!” I muttered. Now, don’t get me wrong--I love creampie-ing girls (especially Cass). But I can’t stand the shit. And there’s something about the stuff when it comes in contact with water that just repulses me. I had been so desperate to distract myself from Sara that I had forgotten how much I hated jacking off in the shower.

I ran my toes against the shower drain to make sure I had gotten rid of all my jism before I turned off the water. My muscles relaxed as I patted myself dry. “Who needs you, Sara?” I almost laughed as I dressed-nothing like a morning orgasm to change my perspective on life. Today’s focus will be on Ms. Lucy Kurosawa. Lucy was the daughter of the much esteemed Toronto-area Doctor Hideo Kurosawa. It was only a matter of time before the meek, intelligent young woman would take over her father’s practice, already showing adeptness for all things medical-the girl had the hands of a surgeon.

I fidgeted through most of my classes that day. The burning anxiety in my chest, most of my angst, stemmed from me almost literally running into Sara only a few moments after stepping out of my town car. As I turned the first corner in the math building, the bitch came from the opposite direction. Her eyes bounced away from my body as if I hadn’t spent the previous night coming inside her. I jumped back and waited for her to greet me in ANY way. Come on, Sara. I thought. Then, an inaudible ‘hey’ oozed from her lips. She stepped around me, walking straight out the door and never looking back. I tossed a few blonde strands from my face, exhaled the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding, and carried on.

It wasn’t until biochemistry that my day got interesting. It was the only class I shared with Lucy. We barely acknowledged each other that day in the lab, but that wasn’t different from most days. I rarely saw Lucy talk to anyone unless it was vital to classroom participation. Meek and reserved, she had straight but long obsidian hair that fell halfway down her back. I handled my microscope with clumsy fingers, and my distracted mind kept forcing my eyes to graze up and down Lucy’s tanned and toned legs as they dangled off her stool. Poised and focused, she was a perennial overachiever who had already skipped a grade. Finally, she looked up from her microscope and glanced at me. She smiled slightly before quickly returning to her work. It was Lucy’s way of saying, “See you soon.” My cock throbbed in aching anticipation.

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I stepped out of the car sharply at 4:15 pm. Dr. Kurosawa expected all his patients (no matter how wealthy) to be punctual. From the office lobby’s stunning Eastern décor, one quickly got how much money flowed through Toronto. I had pristine marble floors with mahogany-colored sofa seats lining the open area. The centerpiece was a thousand-gallon aquarium with schools of exotic, brightly colored fish swimming about (I’m not sure if it was a thousand gallons. The only liquid I’m skilled at estimating comes out of me). Overall, the interior looks more like a restaurant than a place for sick people.

“Sunny Skye for my 4:15 appointment.” I smiled, coming to a stop at the receptionist’s desk. “Hey,” I turned my head at a dramatic 90-degree angle, trying to recognize where I knew the girl behind the desk. “Aren’t we in a class together at Pom Tree Catholic?”

The girl raised her head from the appointment book. Jet-black wisps of hair covered her eyes mysteriously. “Yes,” She replied in a hushed tone. “Biochemistry. I’m Lucy.”

I gave her a cordial smile. “Nice to meet you, Lucy.”

“Yes.” Lucy nodded bashfully, never breaking as much as a smile. “You as well. But-” She frowned as she ran her fingers across her datebook. “There seems to be some misunderstanding. Your appointment with Dr. Kurosawa isn’t until 5:00 pm.”

“Oh.” The playful bottom dropped out of my voice as I hung my head. “I’m always messing up the times, and my chauffeur just left.” I sighed loudly enough for everyone in the waiting room to hear me. “What am I going to do?”

Lucy turned to the office assistant sitting behind her, muttering something so soft it was like she wasn’t even talking. “I have an idea.” She turned back. “I’m going to medical school in the fall.” Because you’re here and my shift is about to end, I can place you in an examination room and take your vitals until the doctor can see you. We’re classmates, so I’m sure Dr. Kurosawa won’t have a problem with it.”

I nodded reluctantly. Lucy’s large brown-shaped eyes were like deep pools of intrigue as she stood at the counter. I followed her down the exam room’s hallway, my eyes fused to her petite ass swishing along in her pink and green scrub pants. A solid burning lump in my throat formed as we reached the end of the winding hall. Lucy unlocked the door with the jumbled set of keys from her pocket. The exam room was just as posh, with pictures of cherry blossoms and bonsai trees adorning the walls in aesthetically pleasing patterns.

Before Lucy locked the door, I descended upon her petite frame, wrapping my arms around her tiny hips. She sighed as she popped the lock in place-a sigh soon turned to a purr. Lucy wasted no time snaking her hand into her pants. “Finally.” She hissed. Her fingers made audible squishing sounds as she patted her wet mound.

“Fuck, girl.” I unzipped my skirt. “How long have you been this wet?” Once my cock was free, I turned a hand down the back of Lucy’s pants, running my fingers down the length of her tight asshole and into the pooling ravine of her cunt. Our fingers twirled together as she moistened them in her sex.

“Too long.” She sighed. Lucy pulled her pants down with her free hand and turned around. “I’ve been studying so much I’ve barely had time to touch myself.” She raised our linked fingers to her mouth and sucked the cum from our skin. The sweet fluid shone on her lips as she grinned at me. Lucy pushed onto her toes and slid her tongue into my mouth. I held her thin waist tightly as we traded saliva for a full minute. “Mmmm....” Lucy hummed into my throat when her curious fingers found my throbbing member. She pulled from the kiss, lapping up the trail of spit she left behind before speaking. “I remember the first time I saw this,” She hissed, her face beaming in awe of my rock hardness. “When I saw you naked in this very exam room last year, I knew I had to taste this.”

And taste it, she did. As Lucy lowered herself to pull my cock in her mouth, my thoughts drifted back to that fateful appointment for a routine physical last year. Since I was young, Dr. Kurosawa kept our family a secret, and Lucy joined the office staff not a week before. She’s trustworthy, so she was able to assist her father in collecting my specimens. I had only known her at school and never learned how to talk or interact with her. But something about the way she stared at me as Dr. Kurosawa trailed his latex-clad fingers across my scrotum-my naked body-my curves-my maleness. Her wondering, curious eyes put rabid butterflies in my stomach. He asked me a few general questions, and I felt like hyperventilating. Lucy’s chest was likewise heaving as she stood meekly in the corner. Suddenly, Dr. Kurosawa excused himself, and her daughter’s eyes shot from their sockets. Her hands trembled. I wasn’t in much better shape. I couldn’t help that my cock was growing right in front of the girl. Would I even stop it if I could?

Even before the door closed, Lucy inched towards me like a hypnotized deer. My heart violently pounded as I stroked myself. This slut was out of her mind. Without as much as a word, she ran her lips over my cock. With manic zeal, she bobbed her head with vigor, creeks of drool flowing from the sides of her lips. “What. The. Fuck.” I huffed in a hurried, staccato rhythm. “I don’t even know you.”

Lucy settled between my legs and ignored the statement. Before long, I was squeezing her head with my powerful thighs as my orgasm hit me. Lucy gagged and hacked on my flowing cum, but swallowed every drop. “Oh my.” She gasped for air, clutching her chest. “I’m sorry. I usually don’t do things like that.”

“Based on how spent I am,” I observed my wilted cock. “I find that hard to believe.” That’s how my relationship with Lucy began. Sometimes, we’d meet up after school at a hotel. But most of our sex happened in this very room.

Speaking of which, Lucy was still in the middle of one of her legendary blow jobs when I snapped back to the present. She had removed her scrubs and knelt before me with her honey-brown body in all its glory. She braced herself on my thighs and let her fingers scale up my crotch and into my soaking pussy. My knees buckled when she entered. I don’t play with that as much as I should-as I love cumming from my cock entirely TOO much sometimes. I panted as she worked all my genitals at once. The excess juices from my hot cunt trickled down Lucy’s arm-and fingering me was about to send me over the edge. “Stop,” I whispered. My cock pulsed and heaved on the verge of glazing Lucy’s face. “Get on the table.” I reluctantly pulled my rocket from her mouth with an audible pop.

“Sunny,” Lucy said as she bent over the exam table. “I’ve been very tight lately.”

Even though her pussy glistened from her excited moisture, she wasn’t exaggerating. The running of my bulging cockhead along her lips foreshadowed a great deal of resistance I’d face fucking her. No matter. Lucy liked it rough, so I looked around for the closest aid. There! On the counter was a small roll of gauze, which I palmed quickly and returned to Lucy’s upturned ass. “Open wide, baby.” I slipped the roll into her willing mouth. “Now open wide again.” I smeared a cocktail of Lucy’s spit and my precum around my cockhead and plunged inside her. She screamed murder against the deafening gauze as I split her open. She bucked and recoiled against my rippling monster-poor girl.

I found a thrusting rhythm that was gentle at first. My loins tingled as I inched myself deeper inside Lucy. Then, her crying subsided, and she began pushing back. With masochistic force, she impaled herself, which told me all was well. I used the tips of two French-manicured fingers to press the gauze’s thickness deeper down her throat. I pulled my cock until only the head remained. After a deep breath, I plunged into her fully-my balls slapping violently against her swollen clit. Her oozing cunt still gripped me in a warm, fleshy vise as I pounded her mercilessly. “Shh..” I cooed in a hush. “You don’t want your father coming in here. Seeing his only daughter with a futanari balls deep in her pussy might give him a heart attack.” I fucked her harder as I teased. “Do you want your family to know you’re my little-slut?”

Lucy nodded as tears streamed down her face. Her legs buckled as if there were an earthquake beneath her. I lay on top of her and kissed and bit her neck. The pungent scent of Lucy’s sweat and cum-filled my nostrils with delight. “Oh, Lucy...” The poor girl was having trouble standing. I gripped her hips firmly and held her close while I continued fucking her. She whimpered again-but not like before. They were the wild yelps of a sexually repressed girl from a traditional family-a girl who failed to find time or privacy to masturbate. Lucy was scaling a mountain so desperately right now-she needed to come to be free. The sweet release-I couldn’t deny my date that basic human need. “Come for me, Lucy,” I whispered. Butterflies flapped violently in my stomach as I felt her pussy flex and spasm in response. It gave me sick pleasure (and a TOTAL power trip) to know she came on my command. She gripped the sides of the exam table with trembling palms. Her body quaked and shivered as the climax worked through her. Gobs of her sweet cum dripped from her spent hole. Lucy was in heaven-she deserved it.

Now that I took care of Lucy, my hips bucked against her limp ass in slow strokes. I didn’t need much. Seeing Lucy’s blushing, beet-red body convulse from aftershock was enough to get me going. She moaned into her gag as I fucked her, grinding her ass, finding more pleasure from pain. “Yes. YES!” I hissed. Beads of sweat formed on my brow and dropped to Lucy’s perfectly persimmon-shaped ass. My nails dug into her skin as I gasped. With a twitch of my cock, I passed the point of no return. I arched my back and paused momentarily, letting the involuntary muscles do their thing. Within seconds, my cum worked itself up my shaft. A tingling pleasure rippled through my stomach, and I filled Lucy’s womb with all my seed. I happily squealed as I spasmed on. There was nothing I loved more than claiming someone-mostly when they were as great a fuck as Lucy. I finally pulled out and left a thick, white, dripping mess in Lucy’s overfilled fuck-hole. I smiled at the best creampie I had given that week (and it was only Tuesday!).

Lucy flopped over and tried to bunch her long, wild hair that had become messy. “Wow,” She smiled at me with her almond eyes. “I needed that.” She still fought for breath.

“So did I.” I squeezed the last few drops of cum from my dick slit and sheathed my sword back in my skirt. “Lucy,” I fiddled with the buttons on my blouse nervously. “I’d like to see you more often.”

“Really?” Lucy slid from the exam table to collect her clothes. She stumbled with newborn deer legs, and I had to catch her. “Oops!” She giggled. “Coitus just isn’t my thing. Sorry, Sunny.”

“That’s okay.” I laughed. “We wouldn’t be doing it every night. You can always tell me you’ve got a headache or feel fat. That’s how some marriages work.”

“Marriage?” Her eyes got big again. “But my parents.” She stepped into her scrubs in silence, deep in thought. She was remarkable for her focus. “D-do you love me?” Her eyes locked onto mine as she inquired.

“Um...” I swallowed hard. “No. Not right now, I don’t.” I felt defeated and rejected. This marriage thing was more formidable than people let on. “I could LEARN to love you.” I tried to save face. “But, I can’t honestly tell you I love anyone right now.”

“Ah.” Lucy smiled. “Good. I wouldn’t have believed you if you said ‘yes.’” She turned for the door. “So, I will think about it. Okay, Sunny?” I nodded. It was better than what Sara gave me. I watched her unlock the door as I gathered my things. “Oh, wait.” She said as her hand turned the knob. “I need to take your blood pressure.” She turned back. “How’s your blood pressure?”

I shrugged.

Lucy gave me a devious smirk. She closed the door again. “What if I sneak out tonight and pay you a ‘house call’? She leaned forward. “How’s your blood pleasure now?”

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I peered down the hallway on Wednesday morning. There wasn’t a soul in sight. Good. I reached for Lucy’s petite hand and led her from my room. Not that anyone in the Skye household would have a problem, but the Kurosawas would have a fit. Moreover, sneaking around is fun. We slinked down the stairs like two ninja schoolgirls toward the carport. Manfred would meet us there to take Lucy home. As we stepped outside into the morning frost, I turned to kiss Lucy goodbye. We smiled through bloodshot eyes at each other-we got little sleep. It was amazing that the poor girl could walk!

The town car pulled up, but it opened itself before Victor opened the door. It confused me briefly until I saw Cassidy’s cumbersome form slide from the car. Cass nervously gripped her books close to her chest when she saw my houseguest. “Hi, Lucy.” She mewed as she passed.

“H-Hi, Cassidy.” Lucy stammered back. Both girls seemed unnerved by seeing each other, but I was far too tired to deduce why. I waved one last time as Lucy disappeared into the car-a successful date. I can’t wait to tell Cassidy all about it.

AFTER a nap.

Chapter 3 - A Wednesday In Your Garden

Cassidy and I typically took Wednesdays for a midweek ‘office’ day. We were both top performers in school and required fewer classes for graduation-THANK GOD. After spending the night with Lucy, I was relieved to have a recovery day. Cassidy sat at my corner computer desktop across the room, tapping away at her tablet. At the same time, I riffled through a trashy teen fashion magazine. My assistant had been lovely enough to lie with me for a nap. Now, we were hard at work-err-kind of.