Never in her entire life had Joan seen something so bizarre, so disgusting, so depraved. A hermaphroditic monstrous beast had just masturbated itself in front of her, leaving a steaming puddle of semen splattered across the back lawn. She could still smell it, the acrid chlorine like smell of it's cum, along with the coppery musky smell of its pussy juice. She needed to get away from this depravity. She backed into the house, slowly closing the door with a *click*.
Her stomach was in her throat and her heart was hammering. She felt a little nauseous from the smell of the sexual fluids cloying at her throat.
And yet... from between her legs rose a heat not felt in her lifetime. Her hands shook as she looked down, fully expecting to have wet herself. Seeing her jeans dry she lowered her shaking hands from covering her breasts, revealing nipples fully erect, poking from her breasts.
She needed relief and fast.
Walking on the balls of her feet she padded through the cabin, to the master bedroom and stepped inside. The first noise that greeted her was the snoring form of her husband.
"Shit" she mumbled under her breath. Asleep he was hard to rouse. A heavy sleeper, once gone was no good for anything until fully rested; and today's adventure would no doubt need a good rest from him.
It was probably for the best, she decided, neither had condoms on their person, and she wasn't on the pill. Biting her lip she glanced up at the painting of the dark naked man. His hairy chiselled body mocked Joan, making her flush even harder. She almost swore his limp phallus was darker in skin tone this time, more like...
She tore her eyes away and bee-lined for the bathroom. Once inside she shucked her pants off and gasped, almost gagging.
She stunk of pussy. No doubt the hours of walking, coupled with her intense arousal had her making funk in overtime. looking down she could clearly see the outline of her bloomed flower pasted against the damp white fabric of her panties.
She stepped over to the toilet and sat down on it, lifting her hips and peeling her panties from her thighs. The feeling of air brought a sharp intake of air to her. Between the curly brown bush, her open swollen glistening pussy lips almost seemed to pulse with each heartbeat.
Two fingers probed experimentally at her vaginal opening, it offered zero resistance as she sank her fingers with a moan. It felt good to be filled. She pulled her fingers out again, this time rubbing her palm up and down her cleft. Contacting as much of her swollen sensitive lips as she could. It was heaven but for the smell. The entire bathroom smelled like funky pussy, she couldn't but continue on however, deciding she would have a shower after to cool off and clean off.
Her hand returned to her vaginal opening, this time four fingers were roughly shoved in. As her other hand snaked underneath her cardigan to her bra. It slipped underneath, popping the bra up and the heavy breast out from underneath. Grasping the taut nipple she began to pull.
There was a wet *Splap* as she convulsed to an early tremor and her pussy let forth a shot of mucus. The funky smell intensified. She thought about going to see her OBGYN on return to the world. This wasn't normal.
Neither was the pulling feeling by her tailbone, and yet, she couldn't stop masturbating.
Her squeaks turned to moans as she roughly ploughed herself. The pulling feeling intensified as he finally pulled her hand from her teat and brought it around behind her. Her heart jumped into her throat as it came in contact with a stubby hairy nub sticking from her tailbone.
She shot upright, one hand on the burgeoning tail, the other palmed over her vagina, and spun to the mirror. Her mouth opened in a voiceless scream as she turned to reveal the growth.
It looked like a short brown haired tail, sticking out above her ass. She began shaking as it wagged to her horror. She wanted to scream, to run, she pulled her hand from pussy. As she did it ran over her clit, shooting electrical impulses through Joan and buckling her knees. She was so horny.
"No" she breathed, looking back over her shoulder. Now exposed the tail and pussy gave her a flashback at that monstrous beast outside. Her pussy quivered at the thought.
"No" she breathed again, disgusted at herself for lowering her hand again and continuing her masturbation. How would she show this to her husband... what would Henry even do if he saw his wife had a tail. How was this happening. Tears streamed down Joan's face as she came to a shuddering orgasm. It brought her to her knees as she finally pulled her hand free. Panting and eyes running.
In a fugue her hand drifted back, confirming the appendage was still there. All thoughts of a shower gone, she collected her panties, slipping them on again, putting her jeans on over, and returning to the bedroom like a zombie.
Quietly she slipped into the bed on the back, side to Henry, making sure he couldn't spoon her. It was going to be a rough night.