Dr. Grace Takes Her Medicine

Ingredients list (mild spoilers)

1 cup romance

1 cup comedy

1 cup futanari/cis-woman sex

1 cup cis-lesbian sex

1/2 cup discussion of past coercion and ethical misconduct

2 tbsp edging and orgasm denial

1 tbsp age difference

This is a work of erotic fantasy, all characters and events are fictional, all characters are over the age of eighteen. 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 9 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!

I love receiving comments, feedback, ratings and favorites, they motivate me to keep writing!

Dr. Grace Fellows' alarm went off, jerking her awake. "Alexa, stop alarm," she muttered, face down on her pillow.

"Shopping for alarms. There are three thousand five hundred alarm clocks availab--"

"Alexa! Stop alarm!"

"Adding the top-rated alarm clock to your shopping cart."

"Alexa... You know what, never mind. Buy the damn alarm clock, put yourself out of a job."

Grace rolled over in her queen-sized bed, getting twisted in her black satin sheets. Her pendulous breasts flopped out the sides of her sleep top, nipples hardening in the cool morning air.

She fumbled her phone off of her nightstand and squinted at her calendar for the day.

"Yesss..." she hissed to herself. Penny Thompson was scheduled to come in for an appointment today.

Grace instantly felt blood rush to her nethers. It had been so long since she'd had an orgasm... her mind wandered back to the first day she had met Penny in her examination room.

The physical exam was perfectly routine, just another college first-year needing a check-up and updated vaccines before registering for classes. Grace had been clinically curious about the young woman born with both a penis and a vagina, a unique presentation, something out of the ordinary.

But when she had pulled up the young woman's exam gown to reveal a beautiful, erect, 9-inch long cock... when she had gotten a whiff of Penny's strange, enticing, spicy scent... something primal had come over her. What started as a brief professional exam had turned into a hand job, causing the college girl to ejaculate unexpectedly, covering her hand, chest, and face with copious streams of pearly white cum. And then, well...

Grace shimmied out of her silk panties and slid one of her elegant, well-manicured hands down her muscular belly, teasing her elegant, well-manicured pussy. She slid her middle finger down the length of her quickly moistening slit, index and ring fingers sliding along her puffy lips, the heel of her hand grinding roughly into her clit.

The unexpected situation, the taste of the young woman's cum, her scent, the professional taboo being broken... Something within Grace had snapped. Sitting there in front of her patient, she had jammed a hand down her skirt and rubbed herself to an intense orgasm -- her first in years.

Eventually she had come to her senses, and realized what she'd done. It was completely unprofessional, she could lose her license for something like this! Best to apologize, move on, and pretend it didn't happen. But Penny's cock was still hard. And her smell...

"Today's the day," she said out loud. "I'm going to fuck that little futanari minx silly, or she's fired."

She jammed two fingers into her sopping wet cunt, pumping them in and out with a forceful schlick.

"She's going to do what she's told... She's going to follow directions... She's going... to use... that nine-inch cock... to give me... an orgasm!"

Grace growled with frustration, furiously rubbing her aching clit with her thumb, trying desperately to climax.

"God damn it." She pulled her arousal-slickened hand out of her panties.

Despite her shockingly unexpected orgasm -- or maybe because of it -- she wanted more. Looking at the mortified young woman with her enormous cock, Grace came to a snap decision, a turning point. She had to have Penny. Needed to feel her member inside of her, needed more of her potent cum.

She rolled over to reach her bedside table, opening the drawer and rummaging around, pulling out her cordless Hitachi vibrator and a large glass wand. Sliding her panties down her long muscular legs, she slipped the wand into her needy pussy, gasping at the intrusion of the cold glass.

Penny was sexually inexperienced, eager to please, and clearly still aroused. Grace made her an offer -- pretend that nothing had happened and finish the exam... or follow Dr. Grace to her therapy room, and give her virginity to the 50-year-old doctor.

With one hand she angled the wand to rub against her G-spot, while her other hand flicked the switch on the vibrator and pressed its broad head against her pubic mound, groaning as its powerful vibrations rippled through her clit like a low-grade earthquake.

"Yesss," Grace hissed, clenching her abdominal muscles and lifting her hips off the bed, humping the air. "Fuck me, Penny... Give me that girlcock... You're not going to stop... Until I tell you to stop! Until I'm done... using... your..."

VVVVVVRRRRrrrr r r r r r r r r. The battery of her vibrator ran down.

"Fuck."

She threw the Hitachi onto the bed angrily, got up and stomped to her bathroom. She turned on the waterfall function of her tiled walk-in shower and pulled off her top, waiting for the water to warm up.

Grace had felt a pang of guilt after that first experience with Penny Thompson. What she'd done was ethically questionable and professionally unconscionable.

On the other hand, Penny clearly had a gift. She was special. Her lovely, willowy, tight little body. That frizzy mop of red hair, those cute little freckles. Her bubbly personality and enthusiasm... Most importantly, her nine-inch futanari cock that could seemingly make any partner orgasm with ease.

Perhaps some good could come from Grace's indiscretion. There were so many struggling patients that Penny could help. With Grace's guidance and mentorship, Penny could lead to a revolution in sex therapy! Surely it would be unethical not to put Penny to good use, to utilize her to her fullest potential?

Dr. Grace Fellows stormed into the waiting room of her private practice, shiny black heels clicking ominously. Underneath her woolen overcoat she wore tight dark slacks that enhanced her shapely ass and muscular legs; a tight blue satin blouse that accentuated her impressive bust. Her short cropped platinum blonde hair was impeccable. Predator-red lipstick matched her freshly painted nails, and an elegant string of pearls completed the look.

She looked ready to either: Accept a prestigious award; break some terrible news to a patient; or Mrs. Robinson a 19-year-old college kid to death.

Grace's grand plans had gone sideways almost immediately. She thought Marci would be a good test case for Penny's talents. Her trusted assistant could enjoy Penny's talents, Grace would supervise, a win for all involved parties!

But as Penny vigorously fucked Marci to a series of gushing, earth shaking orgasms, Grace once again lost control, switching from dispassionate clinician to desperate voyeur. And once Penny was done with Marci, the little tease didn't even have the decency to fuck Grace senseless! She gave the doctor a kiss on the cheek and pranced off to college!

Grace was left behind in her overstuffed leather armchair, frantically jamming her fingers into her cunt, hungry for an orgasm that would never come.

"Good morning, Grace!" Marci Hamada said sweetly from behind the receptionist desk. She wore a garishly colorful floral dress, one that hugged the curves of her massive breasts and revealed a bit of her plump bare calves. She fluttered her eyelashes at the doctor. "Oh my, you look amazing today."

"Mmmhmm."

The situation had not improved since then. Penny had met with a few more of Dr. Grace's patients, all women with a variety of sexual blocks or frustrations.

The last of Penny's clients had been Sati Kapoor, the repressed librarian who desired intimacy but feared sexual contact. Ms. Kapoor had asked for privacy during her session with Penny, and Grace had begrudgingly left the room.

Sitting out in the waiting room, listening to Penny fuck Ms. Kapoor into the next fiscal year, Grace had become increasingly agitated, upset that she had so little control over her young futanari protégé.

The only thing that had kept her from breaking down the door and interrupting Penny and Sati had been Marci Hamada, whose deft fingers had given Grace a bit of relief.

"On your calendar for today I have some time blocked out for you to catch up on some insurance authorizations. Then you have a foot abscess draining for Mr. Franklin, a medication check for Mrs. Han, an intake meeting for a new patient with arthritis, forty minutes for lunch..."

"Yes, yes, wonderful. When is Mr. Monroe arriving? He's going to have a therapy session with Penny today."

Marci paused for a moment, then answered carefully, "... Penny should be arriving at three."

"Excellent, excellent," Dr. Grace said with a self-satisfied smile.

In a desperate attempt to regain the upper hand, Grace had given Penny an ultimatum of sorts. Start following her orders. Work with the clients she wanted Penny to work with, including some men. And once she had Penny properly in hand, she would also be able to use Penny's gift for herself, any time she wanted.

That was over a month ago. Since then, Penny had been making excuses not to come in. Thanksgiving Break. Studying for her finals. But now the willful girl had run out of excuses, and Grace had her right where she wanted her.

"Well then. I'll be in my office, catching up on paperwork! Let me know when Mr. Franklin arrives."

The morning dragged out like a Cybertruck with a dying battery.

The insurance authorizations were a mess, and required three phone calls and two emails to clear up.

Mr. Franklin's foot was disgusting, and needed a referral to a podiatrist.

Mrs. Han was a hypochondriac, and thought her heartburn medication was making her dog hate her.

The new patient, Mrs. Navarro, was pleasant enough but only wanted to talk about her grandchildren and not her arthritis.

Dr. Grace Fellows was deeply distracted all the while. She kept fidgeting in her chair, unconsciously squeezing her thighs together, glancing at the clock on the wall.

She thought about skipping lunch and locking her office door, ripping off her pants and having an intense masturbation session. Her needy pussy was already angry and swollen though, and she still had almost three hours before Penny's scheduled appointment.

But Marci Hamada insisted that she come and eat lunch in the waiting room with her, trying to have a pleasant conversation about the upcoming weekend.

"There's a new art exhibit at the campus museum, maybe you'd like to go with me, Grace? I know how much you like modern art..."

"What's that? Oh. No, thank you Marci. I have a conference proposal to work on this weekend."

"Where's Mr. Monroe?" Grace asked impatiently. "It's almost three, he should've gotten here twenty minutes ago for his intake before Penny arrives."

Marci took a deep breath, and then looked Grace in the eyes. "Mr. Monroe isn't coming today."

"What are you talking about, you said he was..."

"No, I said that Penny would be arriving at three," Marci said patiently. "I cancelled Mr. Monroe's appointment."

"You did what?! Why would you do that without consulting with me first?"

"Penny didn't want to work with him. She was too scared to tell you... but she told me. So I cancelled his appointment. She won't be working with Mr. Monroe today, or any other day."

"The hell she won't! Penny doesn't get to decide that! You don't get to decide that! That ungrateful little--"

The little brass bell above the clinic entrance jingled, as the door opened. Penny Thompson entered the waiting room. She was wearing a big puffy green winter jacket, her tight little bottom and long coltish legs sticking out the bottom, clad in fleece leggings.

"Penny! Come in, come in! I'm so glad you're here, let me take your coat" Dr. Grace gushed, cheeks flushed, her angry rant interrupted.

"H-hi, Dr. Grace..." Penny said quietly, glancing at her quickly and then looking away. She took off her coat, revealing a blue, cropped knit sweater that flashed a bit of her petite, freckled belly.

"Hi Penny," Marci said from behind her reception desk, smiling warmly. "Hi Mikayla," she said as another young woman entered the clinic waiting room. She was African American, about the same age as Penny, dressed in frankly intimidating gothic/punk attire, all black lace and silver spikes.

"Who... who are you?" Grace asked, a little too sharply. She tried to moderate her response. "Err, I mean... Welcome to my clinic, I haven't met you before... Do you need to make an appointment?"

"Mikayla Davis. I'm with Penny. For moral support," The goth girl said bluntly, making an uncomfortable amount of eye contact with Grace.

"Moral... What exactly is going on here?" Grace demanded, flicking her eyes from Mikayla Davis, to Penny Thompson, to Marci Hamada who had stepped out from behind her desk to stand next to the two girls.

"Grace, why don't you have a seat," Marci said, reaching behind the Black girl to flip the Come In, We're Open sign over to Sorry, We're Closed.

Marci led Grace over to the loveseat in the waiting room, and sat down next to her. Mikayla pulled a couple of folding chairs over to face the loveseat, and sat down next to Penny, holding her hand.

"Dr. Fellows... Grace..." Penny began, with a deep shaky breath. "I'm quitting. I won't be coming to the clinic or working with your sex therapy patients anymore."

Grace opened her mouth to speak, ready to argue, to yell and threaten, to beg and plead and negotiate. Marci placed her soft, warm hand on Grace's muscular thigh, gave a gentle squeeze, and shook her head subtly. Grace closed her mouth with a click.

"The first time I came here for that check-up... Gosh, it was just a few months ago, but it feels like a lifetime," Penny continued. "I was so shy, so uncertain of myself then. I didn't like my body, I didn't think anyone else would like my body... I kind of hated myself, to be honest.

"When you touched me during the exam, and you talked about my body, and didn't show any judgement or disgust... the way you... um... reacted, to my private parts..." Penny blushed deeply and cleared her throat. Grace felt an involuntary rush of blood to her nethers.

"I'm not going to say I didn't enjoy it, because I did! Very much. I consented to everything we did, and I don't regret any of it. The opportunity you gave me, to realize that I had a gift, that I didn't need to be ashamed of my body... I'll never forget it!" She looked over at the girl sitting next to her and they exchanged a loving glance. "A lot of really wonderful things might never have happened without my intern experience."

"But also..." Penny lowered her eyes to her lap, looking at Mikayla's hand, squeezing it tightly. "I started to realize that you were using me, a little bit. Talking with Kayla and Marci helped me understand what was happening. You wanted me to come to the clinic more and more, to work with more and more of your clients, you started making me feel like I owed you, that I couldn't say no... And when you told me I had to work with male clients if I wanted to continue my internship... It wasn't right, Dr. Grace."

Dr. Grace went into defensive mode. "You... You agreed to everything that happened. I never made you do anything! You were a consenting adult!"

"Maybe... But Dr. Grace, you had all the power. The title, the office, the maturity. You were my boss, and I looked up to you. I wanted you to be proud of me, and I think you tried to take advantage of that."

Grace felt the blood drain from her face. A ball of ice formed in the pit of her stomach.

"Penny, I..." Grace croaked, her voice thick and heavy. "You... You're right. I just... Listen, all I wanted to do was... fuck. Yes, I took advantage of you. I used you. Oh God, I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry."

Grace put her head in her hands and started weeping. The other three women let her cry.

"I just... I thought I needed..." She sobbed, unable to articulate her overwhelming need.

When Grace finally opened her eyes, Penny was staring down at her, tears in her big green eyes. She took Grace's hands in hers, and smiled softly.

"I forgive you."

"You... You what?" Grace asked incredulously, sniffing back tears, trying to regain her composure. "I manipulated you, used you, tried to coerce you... I disgraced my profession, by rights I should lose my license. You should hate me!"

"I know," Penny said softly. "I don't want you to treat anyone like that ever again, not me, not anyone else. But... I forgive you."

Penny stepped forward and embraced her, wrapping her long freckled arms around the older woman's shoulders. Marci joined them, squeezing Grace tightly, resting her plump cheek on her boss's shoulder. Mikayla watched silently from her chair, keeping her distance.

"I feel so bad for you, Dr. Grace... I can feel how pent up and frustrated you are... and how maybe I contributed to that," Penny said softly.

A dam broke within Dr. Grace Fellows, and every pent-up emotion started pouring from her like a flood. She started sobbing, deep wracking gasps that shook her whole body and left her fighting for breath.

Penny and Marci held her tighter.

"Oh gosh, hey!" Penny exclaimed after Grace had caught her breath. "So, I'm not your intern anymore, I don't work for you. But that doesn't mean we couldn't participate in some outside-of-work fun, if we both wanted to?"

Grace blinked away her tears and looked up at the young woman. "You want to... No, I couldn't possibly do that, Penny, not now. I don't deserve your gifts."

"Hmm... isn't that the thing about gifts though, Dr. Grace? It's not about you deserving to receive, it's about me choosing to give! I want you to be happy. I think maybe I can help you. And I know I'll enjoy the helping," Penny said with a grin.

Grace stared at Penny. She turned to look at Marci, who nodded and smiled. She looked over at the scary goth girl in the corner. Mikayla just made a clicking noise with her tongue and pointed a finger at Grace like a pistol, her glossy black nail polish glinting in the fluorescent waiting room light. She flashed a sharp looking grin and winked.

"Well, Dr. Grace, what do you think?" Penny asked. "One last session for old time's sake? But! Only if you agree to do what I say."

Grace nodded slowly, her mouth suddenly dry. She realized with a shock just how badly she wanted to please the young ginger futanari.

Penny giggled at Grace's befuddlement. "Okay then! Um... but I don't want to do it here at the clinic. You should invite me over to your house. You should invite Marci and Mikayla too."

Grace stared for a moment, her eyes darting between the three other women in the room. It felt like she was walking into a trap. Right now, she wanted to embrace the trap more than anything.

"Penny, would you like to come back to my place?" She asked in almost a whisper. "Marci, Mikayla, would you like to come too?"

Marci smiled and nodded. Penny clapped her hands excitedly. Mikayla grinned.

Grace's home was a two-storey townhouse in one of Plainview's nicer neighborhoods. It was lovely but spartan, high ceilings, open kitchen looking over the living room, an elegant Scandinavian couch in the living room, some modern art prints on the walls.

She had driven home alone, the other three following in Marci's hatchback. Arriving a couple of minutes before them, she rushed around her house, hiding sex toys, tossing clothes into the laundry hamper, then rushed back to the front door to let the other women in, taking their coats.

She wasn't used to having guests over... let alone three women who were about to do God Knows What to her. Her heart was pounding. Her nipples were erect, pressing against her bra and blouse. Her pussy was on fire.

"So... Can I get anyone something to drink? Make some snacks? Put on some music?" Grace babbled, desperate for guidance on what to do next.

"You know what, why don't you let me handle that," Marci said. "I'm sure I can find my way around your kitchen. Mikayla, want to help me make some tea?"

Penny reached out and took Grace's hand. "Dr. Grace, why don't you show me to your bedroom?"

"Y-yes, alright, of course!" Grace answered quickly. She led Penny down the hallway, practically shaking with anticipation.

Grace heard Mikayla's voice faintly from the living room. "Fuck, Penny's really got this lady in the palm of her hand, huh?" Marci's melodic laughter drifted through the townhouse.

"Okay, Dr. Grace! Here's what we're going to do," Penny said excitedly, her innate enthusiasm overtaking her attempt at seriousness. Grace sat on the edge of her bed, listening intently, an eager puppy listening to her trainer. "I'm going to tell you everything that's going to happen, and you can either agree to continue or ask me to stop. But you're not my boss anymore, you aren't in control. I am."

Grace squeaked in surprise as a gush of arousal unexpectedly flooded her pussy. When did this skinny little college first year become so confident, so... dominant? She nodded mutely.

"No no, you have to tell me you understand and agree," Penny said seriously.

"I understand," Grace breathed. "I'll do whatever you say. Please!"

Penny giggled, then put on as stern of an expression as she could manage. "Then strip."

Grace nodded and began undressing. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her sexy black lace bra and her ample, pale cleavage. She dropped the blouse on the floor, baring her toned, muscular arms and shoulders.

She thought they were her nicest features, and took great pride in the work she put in to maintain them. But right now she felt completely powerless, totally at the mercy of the young woman standing in front of the closed door, arms crossed over perky little breasts, watching her undress.

To her surprise, Grace found herself blushing like a schoolgirl as she unzipped her slacks and slid them down her taut, strong legs. She stood before Penny in only her pearls, bra, and black silk panties, which were unmistakably soaked with arousal.

"Oh gosh, Dr. Grace... It's been a while since I've seen you like this!" Penny shifted her stance and adjusted the growing bulge in her leggings. "You're really pretty, you know... and strong! I remember how intimidated I was by you the first time we met."

Penny took a step closer. "Now the rest," she commanded. "You can keep your pearls on though, they look very pretty on you!"

Grace gulped and nodded, unfastening her bra and letting it drop to the floor, revealing her impressive breasts, thick brown nipples rock hard. She left her pearl necklace on, which somehow felt like more of an exposure than simply being nude.

She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them, exposing her intimate parts. Her light brown pubic hair was neatly trimmed, framing her vulva, red and swollen with desire, glistening with her wetness.

Penny said nothing, but the nine-inch erection straining against her leggings spoke loud and clear. She took another step closer to Grace, her tall willowy frame contrasting with the doctor's shorter, stronger, more voluptuous body.

Penny leaned in for a kiss, pressing her mouth into the older woman's bright red lipsticked lips, quickly turning Grace into a quivering mess. Grace breathed deeply, relishing Penny's unique, natural, slightly spicy scent that drove her wild.

"Lay back on the bed."

Grace lay back on the bed. Her own bed.

"Spread your legs."

Grace spread her legs, her labia parting like the petals of a desperate, dripping flower.

"Oh wow... I mean, good girl!" Penny exclaimed, quickly recovering. "Now, I'm going to make love to you, Dr. Grace. If that's alright?"

"Fuck... yes please, Penny! It's all I've ever wanted!" Grace whispered.

Penny grinned, then peeled off her leggings, allowing her hairless nine-inch penis to spring free, ready for action. Grace moaned as she watched it twitch threateningly. Penny climbed up onto the bed, grasping her cock with one freckled hand and placing its head at the older woman's entrance.

Seemingly in no particular hurry, she slid the crown of her penis along Grace's needy slit, pressing against her swollen clitoris with every pass, becoming slick with the doctor's fluids. "Mmm that feels nice, maybe I'll just do this for a while," Penny mused.

Grace nearly wept at the suggestion of extending her denial. "Oh God no, please Penny... I need it! I need you!"

Penny giggled, relented, and slowly pushed the head of her girlcock into Grace's waiting cunt. The older woman groaned in relief as she felt herself being penetrated by the young futanari.

Penny began thrusting into Dr. Grace's tunnel with gradually increasing vigor, a little further with each pass, until she bottomed out with all nine inches, grinding her dainty patch of curly red pubic hair into Grace's clit.

"Yess..." Grace hissed. "You feel so good, Penny... Fuck me! Faster! Harder!"

The ginger teen accelerated her velocity, leveraging her mass, increasing her force, lifting the 50-year-old doctor into the stratosphere. Grace's body responded accordingly, using her athletic muscles to lift off the bed to meet Penny's cock with each thrust.

"That's it... I'm getting close... almost there..." Grace muttered through clenched teeth.

Penny slowed her movement and withdrew with a wet pop, sitting back on her heels, watching Grace intently.

"Wh- what? No! Why did you stop?" Grace wailed piteously.

"I'm not stopping, I'm just taking a break," Penny said sweetly. "We ended up in this situation because you convinced yourself that Nine and me were the only way you could orgasm. I know you're the Doctor, and the professional sex therapist, and I'm just an Art student with a big penis... but I think you're wrong. And I want to help you realize that."

"B- but... I..." Grace sputtered, her hips writhing in agony. She wanted to get up and climb on top of Penny, taking control of the younger woman. But she knew that if she didn't follow instructions, this would all end.

"Please trust me, Dr. Grace! I think it's going to all work out... At least, I hope so. Remember, you agreed to do this my way, or not at all."

"Oh God," Grace whined. "Okay... what now?"

"Roll over," Penny said matter-of-factly. "Grab one of your pillows to get comfortable, if you want. I'm going to fuck you from behind for a while!"

Grace nodded quickly, eager to please her ginger mistress and regain access to that dick. She spun around to gather up some pillows, got on her knees and lay face-down, ass-up, soaking wet pussy exposed and vulnerable.

She would have done a hand-stand, if that's what Penny had ordered.

"So, how are things going with you and Penny, Mikayla love?"

Marci and Mikayla had staked a claim to Grace's living room, relaxing on her expensive leather couch, sipping tea from a couple of her coffee mugs. They both had pharmaceutical company logos on them, presumably swag from medical conferences that Dr. Fellows had attended.

Grace's house seemed to be fairly well sound-proofed -- they only occasionally caught a muffled hint of the doctor's cries from the other room.

"Good! Really, really good... We had an intense talk after Thanksgiving at your house. We're officially a couple now! I'm getting comfortable admitting that I love her... and I know that she loves me. That's weird for me, but kind of amazing. I've never felt this way with anyone before."

"Oh Mikayla, that is so wonderful! I'm so happy for the two of you. I don't believe in soul mates, only compatibility and choices. But I think you two make a wonderful couple. You compliment each other well, you're different in good ways, similar in good ways."

"Huh, that's a cool way to think about it. We've been having a lot of sex... a lot of sex. Penny is kind of insatiable, I'm glad she's got other outlets. We spent the day downtown a couple weeks ago, and went to Hank's apartment, and--"

"Nope! Stop! La la la, I can't hear you!" Marci squeezed her eyes shut, jammed her fingers into her ears and started singing an off-key tune.

"Oh shit, right, sorry. Change of subject. So what's the deal with you and Dr. Ice Queen in there?"

"Wh- what do you mean? I'm her assistant, I've been working in the clinic for years, now..." Marci blushed furiously.

"Uh-huh, right. I might not be as smart about relationships as you are, but I'm not stupid. Your eyelashes flutter every time you talk to her."

Marci sighed. "Okay, fine. I care deeply about Grace, she's been a good friend for a long time. She really helped me through losing my husband Henry. Despite what you've seen today, she's a very competent doctor and therapist..."

"... And?"

"And I'll admit, there have been times when I wanted there to be something more between us. We even... fooled around, once. But she doesn't feel that way about me, and I haven't pushed it. I'm afraid of losing what I already have with her."

"Remember when you told me that sometimes love is worth taking a risk? Even if it might lead to pain?"

Marci stared at the younger woman in surprise. "Huh. And here I thought Zoomers didn't listen to old people."

"Fuuuucckkk... Pennnnyyy..." Grace was practically having an out-of-body experience. Penny had driven her to the edge of an orgasm four or five times now. Each time Penny had pulled back and stopped touching the older woman, allowing her to ride the excruciating edge.

The effort was clearly challenging for Penny as well. The young woman was breathing heavily, and Nine appeared to be reaching critical levels of arousal, veins pulsing visibly with Penny's heartbeat, a steady trickle of glistening clear precum oozing from its tip.

"Dr. Grace, I'm afraid I need a break," Penny said, panting. "I want you to stay here and try to relax. Don't move. Don't touch yourself. Don't cover yourself up. I'll have Marci come and bring you a drink. Is that alright with you?"

"M-Marci... is going to see me? Like this?" Grace was flushed, covered in sweat and her own frustrated fluids, legs spread wide, pussy red and puffy, her vagina contracting weakly like a hungry mouth.

"Not if you don't want her to!" Penny added hastily. "You can say no."

"I... I... Yes. I'll wait. I won't touch myself, I won't cover myself. I'll do whatever you say."

Penny placed a gentle kiss on the edging-addled doctor's cheek, then skipped out of the room, naked from the waist down.

"Oh Maaarciii, Dr. Grace needs a drink of water. Would you bring her one?" Penny sing-songed, Nine swaying back and forth as she bounced into the living room.

"Oh! Yes! Of course!" Marci exclaimed, glancing at Penny's glistening erection. She ran to the kitchen, found a glass, and filled it with ice water from the dispenser on Grace's fridge. "I'll just... bring this to her."

Mikayla got up from the couch and faced Penny, looking her up and down. "So... how's it going in there? Everything going according to your evil plan?"

"It's... um... hard work," Penny said in a slightly strained voice. A single drop of precum fell from the tip of her throbbing cock and landed on Grace's hardwood floor with a tiny plop. "But yes, I think it might be working! Did you do your part with Marci?"

"Yup. Payload delivered, the gears are turning."

"Thank you for going along with this, Kayla! You're the best, I love you so much," Penny exclaimed, hugging her girlfriend tightly, her iron rod pressed firmly between them.

"Have a seat, Red," Mikayla said in a commanding voice. Penny's eyes went wide, and she sat down on the leather couch.

Grace lay in her bed, not daring to move from the vulnerable position Penny had left her in. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire, desperate for release but unable to make the final connection on its own.

A timid knock came from the door. "C- Come in," Grace said, barely more than a whisper.

Marci entered the bedroom carefully, then stood at the foot of the bed, eyes wide, staring at her nude, sweaty, discombobulated boss. "I brought you an ice water," she said, but didn't make a move to come closer or actually hand Grace the glass.

"Oh. Th- Thank you Marci, that's very kind," Grace managed, trying to maintain some dignity.

Marci nodded, still staring at Grace's nude form, before shaking her head and walking over to the side of the bed to hand Grace the glass.

"How is everything going in here? Is your... ah... 'session,' with Penny going well?"

"I... It... Marci, I need to cum so badly!" Grace wailed, horny tears streaming down her face. "She keeps bringing me to the edge, then stopping! I feel like I'm going to explode!"

"I could help you, you know," Marci said softly.

Mikayla unzipped the sides of her boots and kicked them off. She reached under her distressed black skirt and slid off her underwear, which was soaking wet and heavy with arousal.

"I know I needed to take a back seat on this project, Red. But watching the way you handled yourself back at the clinic, listening to you and that cougar in the next room, seeing you this way... I've got a project of my own."

Mikayla put a knee on the couch, then swung her other leg up and over Penny's pulsing member. Carefully aligning the head of her girlfriend's cock with her fuzzy brown vulva, she slowly lowered herself down onto Penny's lap, drawing two highly compatible moans out of the two participants.

"I love you, Penny Thompson," she whispered into her girlfriend's freckled ear.

"I said I love you, Grace," Marci repeated. Grace stared at her, nonplussed. "I've loved you for several years now. Your intelligence, your intensity, your drive, your curiosity... I've always found you impressive and inspiring, and over time it developed into love."

"I... I don't know what to say, Marci. I never realized... God, I'm such an idiot."

Marci laughed, and scooched a little closer to Grace's naked form, feeling the heat rising from her skin. "Well, that's partly my fault. I tried to keep it to myself, I didn't think you would ever feel the same way about me. Even that time in the clinic, when Penny was with Ms. Kapoor, and I... helped you out... I tried to keep it clinical, platonic."

Marci leaned in close, brushing her soft lips against the tender spot just below Grace's ear and just past her jaw. "But Penny and Mikayla made me realize... I shouldn't run away from what I want."

She kissed the side of Grace's neck, lightly at first, then more passionately as Grace responded with a whimper of pleasure. She sucked and nibbled at the other woman's pale, sensitive skin.

"Ohh myyy Godddd," Grace let out a long, ragged, drawn-out moan. She felt her pussy contract violently, and a gush of hot moisture soaked her silk bed sheets.

A climax poured through her, an inexorably rising tide rather than a crashing wave, as Marci gave her the first touchless orgasm of her life.

"Oh fuck me, Marci... That was incredible!" Grace said, tears welling up in her eyes, overcome with an equal measure of emotion and sexual relief. "You... You're incredible. If I had known how you felt about me, all this time..."

Marci sat up on the bed and unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall from her shoulders and exposing her enormous breasts, her big brown nipples erect and crinkled with arousal. "I know how you could make it up to me..." she said shyly.

Grace stared at her assistant, her eyes shifting back and forth between Marci's lovely round face and her bountiful tits. Her mouth started to water. Forgetting all about Penny's command not to move, she pounced on her friend and kissed her deeply on the mouth, their tongues intertwining passionately.

Her elegant, manicured hands sunk into the pliant flesh of Marci's breasts, kneading them roughly, making the soft little woman cry out in pleasure.

Mikayla bounced furiously up and down on Penny's lap, arms wrapped around her girlfriend's neck, pressing in for a passionate kiss with each downward stroke.

"You've been... holding on... all day... my love..." Mikayla growled at Penny. "Time to... let it... all out! Cum for me, Red!"

"Oh gosh, Kayla!" Penny howled, pouring her load into Mikayla's pussy in a single endless stream. Mikayla responded with her own gasping, thigh-clenching, teeth-gritting climax.

Both girls paused their movements to rest and catch their breath. Nine remained fully erect, still engulfed by Mikayla, not ready to give up yet. Penny unconsciously began moving again, thrusting upwards into her girlfriend, gently but insistently.

"Fuck, Red, seems like you aren't done." Mikayla climbed off of Penny and lay down on the deep-cushioned couch, legs spread invitingly. "Round two! Fight!" She intoned in her best Mortal Kombat voice. Penny giggled and jumped in for more.

Groping at each other like horny college kids, Marci and Grace soon rearranged themselves into a sideways sixty-nine position, laying on their sides, faces buried in their lovers' pussies.

Grace hadn't made love to a cis-woman since college, but discovered it was just like eating out a bicycle.

She sucked furiously on Marci's puffy clit, while sliding three of her fingers into Marci's accommodating tunnel, putting her arm exercise regimen to good use.

Marci soon cried out in a juicy climax, then went to work on returning the favor. Her short plump fingers found their way to Grace's G-spot, while her tongue danced around Grace's button.

"Oh, Marci! Where have you been all my life!"

Marci lifted her head to grin at her friend... Her lover. "Right beside you, the whole time."

"Marci's been in there a long time," Penny mused. She was spooning Mikayla from behind, hand draped over her girlfriend's chest, gently cupping one of her soft breasts.

"Mmhmm... I bet they're fuckin'," Marci said.

"You really think so?" Penny asked eagerly. "Oh gosh, that would be so cool!"

"I should probably go out there and check on Mikayla and Penny," Marci said. She was laying on her side, her generous bottom snuggled up against Grace's muscular thighs.

"Penny who?" Grace asked in a dreamy voice, face pressed against Marci's soft round shoulder, kissing it gently. "Wait a second... Did that little minx set this whole thing up from the start?"

Marci giggled. "You have a suspicious mind, Grace. But now that you mention it, I wouldn't be surprised if our futanari orgasm fairy worked a little magic."

"I'm sorry, I didn't understand that."

"Shut up, Alexa!"

Some time later, as Penny and Mikayla were putting their clothes back on, Marci walked out into the living room and headed to the kitchen for another glass of water. Her hair was a mess, and one of the straps of her dress was askew.

"Hello, girls!" she said brightly. "So... I think I'm going to spend the night here. Would you be alright taking the bus home?"

Epilogue

"Are you ready for this, Kayla?"

"Nope... But I'm here."

"Remember, they're both a little... neurospicy. Mom is going to overshare, and then she's probably going to grill you. The more uncomfortable questions she asks, the more it means she likes you. Dad is definitely going to show you his train set in the garage."

"That's fine, I'm not worried about that. I'm worried about how they're going to react to you bringing your girlfriend home for Christmas when you haven't come out to them yet."

"Oh my gosh, I didn't even think about it like that... I mean, it's me we're talking about, wouldn't anyone I brought home be a kind of coming out for me?"

"Beats me Red, I don't think we have a flag for you yet. But I'm with you, no matter what happens."

Penny took a deep breath, and opened the front door of her childhood home without knocking.

"Mom, Dad, I'm home! I brought a guest with me, I hope that's okay!"

A woman in her mid-40s came into the entryway to greet them, wearing jeans and a turtleneck and a stained kitchen apron. The family resemblance was obvious -- bright red hair, small round nose, sharply defined features around her jaw and cheekbones.

Unlike her daughter she wore thick-framed glasses, had far fewer freckles, and some crows-feet around her eyes and laugh-lines around her mouth. She was also much shorter.

"Come in Penny, hello Penny's guest. Shoes off, please!"

"Hi Mom!" Penny said, accepting a big hug from her mother, resting her chin on her mom's head.

"Mom, this is my friend Mikayla, from college." She took Mikayla's hand and squeezed it tightly. She took a deep breath. "She's my girlfriend."

Penny's mom looked Mikayla up and down, drilling her eyes into every feature. Penny froze like a deer in the headlights. Mikalya returned her gaze steadily.

"Penelope Rose Thompson!" Her mother exclaimed sharply. Penny's posture straightened up as she stood to attention, her autonomic nervous system reacting to the primal danger of a parent spelling out her full name.

"You have a girlfriend and you haven't introduced us to her yet?!" Her mom grinned widely, and she flapped her hands in excitement.

"Hi, I'm Jessica Thompson, Penny's mother. Her father is in the garage, he'll be in soon. Come in, sit down, I want to know everything about you! I like your lipstick. I had a big goth phase in the '90s, you know."

Penelope? Mikayla mouthed silently at Penny with exaggerated glee.

"Hi Mrs. Thompson! It's nice to meet you! So, um... Joy Division, or The Cure?"

Jessica grabbed Mikayla's hand and dragged her into the living room.

Penny let out a deep exhale, and the tension released from her body. She looked around the entryway of her family home. The battered IKEA bench for holding shoes and coats. A stack of scarves her mother was always incessantly knitting. Her old backpack from high school, still hanging on a wall hook.

She giggled with joy and relief and followed her mother and her girlfriend into the living room, a little skip in her step.

Thank you so much for sticking with the Adventures of Penny Thompson! This is the end of the story... at least for now. I suspect I'll return to check in on Penny and friends eventually. I have a few loose ideas for some shorts and stand-alones, and I don't think I'll be able to let them go forever!

I'm indebted to several people who have really helped me shape this story into something that I hope is special and worth your time.

SubbyClaraJane for beta-reading, flow and tone checking, brainstorming and subject matter expertise!

Privates1stClass for editing and beta-reading!

And last but not least, mamabird THBGato, who commented on the very first chapter and became an amazing sounding board, beta-reader, and mentor as I dove head-first into the erotica game????

And thank you to my fans, followers and readers who have left comments and ratings all along the way, there's no way I would have stuck with it and finished this series without you!

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