The adventures of Penny Thompson

Writer's Note: This is a work of erotic fantasy, all characters and events are fictional. This series uses the term "futanari" to describe the main character, as a way of separating her from any real-world identities. The writer condemns the discrimination, tokenization, or fetishization of real-world trans and intersex people.

This is Number 5 in a series --The Adventures of Penny Thompson. Each story is meant to be self-contained and enjoyable on their own, but they're best read in order!

Putting this story in the "Lesbian" category is a bit of a risk, as it involves a female character with a penis. Comments, messages, ratings and follows are all appreciated, and give me energy to keep writing!

Special thanks to:

VerseAndWorse2for cultural and language expertise and suggestions!

SubbyClaraJanefor tone and subject matter expertise!

AwkwardMDfor formatting tips!

THBGatofor ongoing advice and support!

"Knee-deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out, is it casual now?

Two weeks and your mom invites me to her house in Long Beach, is it casual now?"

Penny Thompson trudged down the street to Dr. Grace's office, headphones on, blasting a sad song into her eardrums on repeat.

The autumn weather was finally starting to turn cold. She wore a chunky beige sweater with a cozy turtleneck and long sleeves that let her fingers peek out the ends, and hung down over most of her tight little butt. She wore comfortable black leggings that showed off her long, lithe legs.

She had nearly cancelled her internship, givenher budding-but-tenuous relationship with her college roommate Mikayla. But Mikayla had encouraged her to embrace her Pansexual Futanari Orgasm Therapist Side-Hustle. And helping people with their sexual needs was very satisfying, both emotionally and physically...

Besides, it'll be good to get out of my own head for a few hours,Penny told herself. She was pretty sure she loved Mikayla and wanted to be with her forever. Mikayla wasn't so sure, and said she was working through some past emotional trauma. but hadn't shared the details. Penny didn't want to push too far or too fast, but impulse control was not one of her strengths.

Better to channel that energy into some professionally therapeutic fucking, at least for one day.

Mrs. Marci Hamada was relaxing on the waiting room couch, legs tucked up under her plump bottom, reading one of her saucy paperback novels. This one was a science fiction pulp, with a half-naked green alien woman on the cover.

She was wearing a floral patterned blouse; snug, high-waisted green capris that showed off a flash of her soft calves; and open-toed sandals that showed off her delicate ankles and round little toes, her toenails painted cherry red. Her shiny black hair was tied up in a messy bun.

Marci beamed when she saw Penny entering, and patted the couch beside her. "Hi, Marci!" Penny said, sitting down beside the older woman.

The 45-year-old woman squeezed Penny's hand affectionately. "Penny, welcome back! I want you to tell me all about your first week of college!"

"Oh wow, it's so great! My art classes are fun, the campus is super cool... and..." She took a deep breath... "And I met a girl! Her name is Mikayla, and she is sooo cool... She's from Chicago, and she's kind of scary, but she is so nice to me, I think I might love her." Penny gushed excitedly to the motherly Asian woman, then felt a sudden pang of guilt, scared of hurting Marci's feelings.

"That is amazing, I'm so happy for you!" Marci exclaimed. "I remember the very first time you came in here, you were so shy and reserved. Now look at you!"

She reached over and gave Penny a big hug, her enormous breasts pressing into the 19-year-old's much smaller chest. "Iamhappy for you, truly. I still haven't thanked you forour session last time. You were already gone when I woke up after our session, which... wow."

Mrs. Hamada fanned herself with her paperback book. "The way we made love, the way youownedme... It's like you unlocked something deep inside of me! I... touched myself again that night when I got home, and was able to climax on my own for the first time. It was wonderful! It's been wonderful every night this week, as a matter of fact," she said with a smirk.

Penny blushed and smiled, relieved that the lovely older woman wasn't upset, delighted by her naughty disclosure. "Wow, really? That's so cool! And you think it was because of me? I didn't really know what I was doing..."

Marci grinned, gently touching Penny's thigh. "Penny, you've got a gift. You may be sexually inexperienced, yes. I mean, you're younger than my son! But you have great instincts, you're a quick study, and your enthusiasm and kindness counts for a lot. Plus, you know... your nine-inch penis helps too!"

The older woman leaned forward, her hand cautiously moving toward Penny's inner thigh. "I was hoping that we could spend some more time together again?"

Penny giggled at the intimate touch, then tried out some developmental dommy talk. "Do you want me to fuck you until you cum yourself to sleep again?"

Marci's face turned pink. "Well... you know... if you have time... and if your girlfriend doesn't mind, of course! I wouldn't want to endanger your New Relationship Energy."

"No worries there, Mikayla is weirdly proud of my internship! She knows I have a lot of energy, and she's supportive of me having fun and helping other people. She called it 'Good Praxis.' And besides, she's not my girlfriend... at least not yet. I think. I'm not sure. It's complicated!

"I think... I think maybe I love her, like real romantic, movie love. She's not so sure... she won't tell me what happened, but I think she had a bad experience in her past, and doesn't want to get hurt again..."

Penny sniffled, fighting back a tear. "Ugh, is love always this hard, Marci? Does it get easier?"

"Oh, Penny love, come here..." Marci pulled Penny into a big warm hug, caressing the younger woman's frizzy red hair. "Yes dear, love can be hard. Love isn't just a thing that happens to you. It's an action, a choice, something you have to work at and fight for. I've had real love, and I can tell you, it's worth the work. Even when it hurts. Even when it ends.

"Tell you what, kiddo. I'm going to give you my number, and I want you to call or text me anytime you're having trouble and want to talk. I'm not an expert like Dr. Grace, but I'm happy to listen."

"Thanks Marci, you're so nice..." Penny said, smiling and drying her eyes. "I guess I should go and meet my next client, I hope my instincts work this time too!"

Penny skipped down the short hallway to the therapy room. She knocked on the office door, and heard Dr. Grace's strong voice say, "Enter, please!"

Dr. Grace's therapy office was small and cozy. A scent diffuser gave the room a faint, calming lavender smell, and the lights were dimmer than in the reception area. One half of the room was dominated by a desk and a pair of overstuffed leather seats. The other side held a king-sized bed, covered in pillows. A door near the bed led to a small bathroom with a shower.

Dr. Grace was sitting at her desk, facing a woman who was sitting in one of the chairs, only the top of her brown hair visible. "Please come in, Penny. Say hello to Ms. Kapoor."

Penny walked around to the other side of the chairs to say hi, and nearly tripped. Sitting in the chair was a small, mousy Indian woman. She had soft brown skin, long, straight brown hair, and round wireframe glasses perched on her small sharp nose.

It was the little librarian from the college! The woman who caught Penny and Mikayla having sex in the stacks! The woman that Mikayla threatened, telling her not to narc on them, or Mikayla would track her down and have Penny fuck her into the next fiscal year, to fuck the short term memory out of her brain if she reported their activities!

The little woman squeaked in shock, her brain skipping right past "Fight or Flight," and directly to "Freeze."

Penny sat woodenly in the other chair, her mind whirring like the fan on an overheated laptop.

Dr. Grace attempted to make introductions. "Penny, this is Sati Kapoor. Ms. Kapoor, this is Penny Thompson, my new intern. Ms. Kapoor is an established client here at the clinic. I've had numerous therapy sessions with her, but I think she would benefit from a special session with you. You see, she's been having problems with..." Dr. Grace trailed off as she finally noticed the weird tension between her futanari intern and the petite librarian.

"Is something wrong?"

"N- No!" blurted Penny Thompson.

"N- No!" blurted Sati Kapoor.

Dr. Grace looked at both women levelly.

"...As I was saying, Ms. Kapoor is hoping to get some help with her intimacy problems. She has had several failed relationships, due to her difficulty being intimate with a partner. She has an unusual autonomic response to sexual intimacy. Ms. Kapoor has a high sex drive, and would desperately like to have regular sexual partners. But every time she's been in a sexual situation with another person, she freezes and locks up."

Ms. Kapoor frowned and lowered her eyes to her lap.

Penny looked over at the smaller woman, mortified.Oh my gosh... What Mikayla and I did to her the other night... It was like throwing a tarantula at a child with arachnophobia!

"I'm so sorry!" Penny blurted out, "...that um... that you have this condition. That must be very difficult. To deal with. It would be so upsetting if someone... accidentally triggered you..."

"It's okay, really! Just because I have a phobia doesn't mean I don't want sex... and I certainly wouldn't blame someone for triggering it by accident. I wouldloveto be able to have sex, especially if the other person were threatening to initiate it by coming to my house unannounced before I could stop them..." Sati Kapoor mumbled, eyes sneaking furtive glances at the tall ginger.

"...Right," Dr. Grace said flatly, unsure what to make of Penny and Sati's cryptic exchange. She cleared her throat. "Penny, I'd like you to work with Ms. Kapoor as a sort of... Exposure Therapy. As a pretty young woman who is -- shall we say, non-threatening -- I think you might be able to help Sati confront her fear. And as the owner of a nine-inch-long cock, you can also provide some positive reinforcement."

Penny nodded slowly.

Dr. Grace smiled encouragingly at both women. "Of course, Sati, we will only proceed as far and fast as you're comfortable with. Is that alright? I'll be here to... observe, of course."

The librarian's face was flushed, her dark eyes blinking rapidly behind her round glasses. She nodded ever so slightly.

"Y- Yes, I would like to try! But Doctor... I'm not sure about having an audience. Is it alright if Ms. Thompson and I do this in private?"

"Err... of course, of course!" Dr. Grace replied. "Mrs. Hamada and I will be right outside if either of you need anything."

Sati Kapoor was pretty, but plain and unassuming, like she was evolutionarily adapted to be invisible in a crowd. A few strands of silver-gray were interspersed with her long brown hair that went down to her waist, and her smooth straight bangs hid most of her forehead. Her soft brown skin was smooth and supple, and her dark eyebrows were strong and natural.

She wore a demure gray cardigan that hinted at the shape of her petite body, but revealed nothing. She wore a pleated wool skirt that went well below her knees, leaving just a few inches of her narrow brown calves and her ankles exposed. Her shoes were practical brown leather slip-ons with a low heel.

"I am so sorry about the other night!" Penny babbled. "My friend and I -- her name's Mikayla, and we weren't actually girlfriends at the time -- When you caught us in the middle of... making love... I panicked and froze, and I think Mikayla's instinct is to fight first and ask questions later, so that's why she said we would fuck you until you forgot your own name if you reported us. She didn't mean it, neither of us would actually do something like that!

"But... that doesn't change what we did. I hurt you, and I'm really sorry! I um... I can go talk to Dr. Grace, and let her know that I can't work with you..."

Sati stared at Penny, nonplused by her guilty outburst. "It's alright, really... To be clear, I do not approve of students having sex in the library, our most sacred of institutions! But I don't blame you for what happened. You aren't the first students to get caught fooling around in the library."

The tall young futanari and the mousy little librarian sat in guilty silence for a moment.What do I do now...Penny thought to herself frantically.

"So um... how long have you worked at Plainview U?"

"Oh, almost ten years, now!" Sati brightened, relieved to have something concrete to talk about. "I emigrated from India after graduating, from Jalandhar in Punjab, where I grew up... That probably doesn't mean much to you, I've found that most people here know very little about Indian culture."

"Well, I admit I don't know a lot... Just what I've seen in Bollywood movies! That's... that's probably the same as learning about the US from watching Netflix though," Penny giggled.

Sati grinned. "May... may I ask you a sensitive question?"

"Oh gosh, of course! I mean, this is the place to be vulnerable. I'm an open book Ms. Kapoor, at least, I try to be!"

Sati blushed and tried to form words. "When I caught you and your... f- friend, and I s- s- saw your... your..." The little librarian started to shake and stutter. She sighed hopelessly.

Penny nodded patiently. "It's okay, take your time, you can say it! Oh! Would it be easier if you said it in... in Punjabi? Is that the right language?"

Sati nodded, looking down. "Yes, though I usually spoke Hindi at home..."

"Well, what is it called in Hindi? Ooh, wait! Tell me the naughty version, not just the clinical version!"

Sati studied the carpet intensely. "Lawda," she whispered with a smirk.

"So you want to know about my...lawda?It's real, if that's what you're asking," Penny said, suppressing a giggle. "I was born with it, it's fully um... functional!"

"And do you also have a..."

"A vagina? A pussy? A cunt?" Penny teased. "What is it in Hindi?"

"Chooth," Sati said with a naughty grin.

"Yes, I have achoothtoo," Penny giggled. "Why do you ask?"

Sati looked up into Penny's eyes, shyly. "I thought yourlawdawas... very beautiful."

The mousy little librarian looked back down at her hands, and her voice dropped to a low whisper. "To be honest... when your friend threatened me... the idea of someone taking control of me that way, someone like you..."

"I'm sorry, it must've been scary..." Penny said sympathetically.

"Yes, it was scary... a- and exciting."

"Oh gosh... really?"

"It was actually v- very arousing... part of me w- wanted you to really do it. I've been... th- thinking about it non-stop ever since."

Penny realized her mouth was hanging open, and shut it with a click.

"I... um... have to use the bathroom! I'll be right back!" she announced desperately, shooting up from her chair. She ran to the bathroom and locked the door, then fumbled her phone out of a pocket in her sweater and opened Mikayla Davis' contact.

Sent at 4:15pm

OMG Kayla, my client for today...

ITS THE LIBRARIAN FROM THE COLLEGE

Sent at 4:16pm

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💀💀💀 dying rn