My Futa Friend: Volume 1: (Futa Female-on-Female Erotica Bundle)

by Bree Dixon

  My Futa Friend: Volume 1

  By Bree Dixon

  Copyright 2015 Bree Dixon

  Kindle Edition

  This erotic story contains adult situations. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

  My Futa Friend: Volume 1 contains five stories from the My Futa Friend series. They are all standalone and can be read in any order.

  Cat & Daphne

  Erin & Julie

  Alyson & Courtney

  Zoey & Chelsea

  Audrey & Rose

  Cat & Daphne

  Cat bobbed up and down, stroking his cock with her mouth, appreciating his taste. Above her he groaned with gratitude. Her hand slid down his shaft and found his balls, which she cradled and massaged lovingly.

  “That’s right,” he said. “Just like that.” She felt his hand rest against the top of her head. He was gentle, easygoing, but he wanted to make sure she knew who was in control. She knew the type. She didn’t mind. She usually controlled things, it was just in her nature, but she could be submissive when she needed to be. She sucked on his cock excitedly, taking in his generous girth and length. It was a treat for her. It was rare that she hooked up with a guy that could match her size.

  Cat was trans. Or a dickgirl or a shemale or a futa. Everyone had different names. Cat tried to not take them personally. Some people were just innocently ignorant with no offense intended.

  “Oh god girl,” he moaned. His name was Tim. Cat had to keep reminding herself so that she wouldn’t forget. “You know what you’re doing.”

  “I know what I like,” Cat said, flicking her tongue against the tip of her cock. Tim laughed, low and devious. There was a problem, though. They both took different meanings from what Cat had said. Tim took it as general confidence in her sexual ability, while Cat meant that she knew from personal experience what it felt like to get blown from someone who knew what they were doing.

  Cat was a little tipsy, they both were, and in the whirlwind manner in which they had met, begun flirting, and rocketed back to his place, Cat forget to mention that she had a cock where he was expecting a pussy to be. A cock that she was stroking through her pants, itching to bring out.

  “Oh you taste so good,” she moaned. Bits of precum were forming at the head of his prick and she relished in the salty sweetness.

  “You’re gonna make me cum,” he groaned. Cat smiled proudly and ran her lips up the side of shaft, sticking her tongue out just enough to trace a line up his manhood. She opened her lips and wrapped herself around him again, deep-throating him, kissing his pelvis. “I’m fucking cumming!” he grunted, short, hot spurts erupting from his cock and splashing against the back of Cat’s throat. She moaned passionately as she drank up of his seed, letting it drizzle over her tongue and light up her taste buds. She gripped his shaft with her fingers and stroked him hard, being sure to squeeze out every last drop.

  Another grunt escaped his lips. Cat liked hearing people’s pleasure, prided herself in bringing it out of them. Every time he went silent, she would stroke or lick or suck, whatever it took to get him loud again. When he seemed to run dry, Cat ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft, making sure not a drop was wasted.

  “That was fucking incredible,” he complimented her. He was leaning back on his hands, his head tilted back, taking deep gulps. She had literally sucked the air right out of him.

  “I’m gonna need a minute before I can go again,” he laughed.

  “No problem, baby,” she crawled up his body and kissed him on his bare chest. “How about you do me while we wait?”

  He smiled, then suddenly grabbed ahold of her and flipped her onto the bed, onto her back. She giggled with delight and started fidgeting with her pants. He hovered over, lifting up her shirt and exposing her belly button, peppering her with kisses.

  “I bet your pussy tastes like honey,” he said.

  She froze. “What?”

  “What?” he echoed her, not understanding. That was when Cat realized that she hadn’t told him. She covered her face with her hands in sudden embarrassment.

  “Oh fuck.” Her voice was muffled. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

  “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked.

  “I’m trans,” she said, pulling her hands from her face and clasping them over her chest. She didn't mince words. She stared up at the ceiling, frustrated with herself. “I don’t know how the fuck I forgot to mention that.”

  “Trans?” In his inebriated state, it took Tim a second to realize what she was telling him. “Oh. Oh!” He instinctively looked down at her crotch, noticing the bulge for the first time. To his credit, he didn’t recoil away in horror, a reaction she’d gotten a few times in the past.

  “Sorry,” he said with completely sincerity. “I’m just not…”

  “No no,” she nodded, knowing where he was going. People were into what they were into, there was no faulting him. “It’s okay. I should’ve told you.”

  He gave her a warm, reassuring smile. “Well it all happened so fast,” he said. “Shots with a stranger will do that.”

  She giggled, feeling surprisingly smitten in the moment. “You’re sweet,” she said, leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek. He even blushed a little.

  “And hot,” she continued. “And you have a wonderful cock.”

  “Well that’s kind of you to say,” he laughed. They sat in silence for a moment, appreciating each other’s presence. Cat couldn’t stop shaking her head, smiling in spite of herself, finally laughing at what a shock it would have been if she had just whipped it out.

  “What?” he asked.

  “Nothing,” she said. “It’s nothing. Hey, do you mind if I take a shower? I mean I know we didn’t, y’know…”

  “No not at all,” he said, gesturing towards a door in the corner. “Use the master bathroom. It’s a nice shower.” Cat smiled and kissed him again. She could tell he was just as embarrassed as she was.

  “Oh,” Tim caught her before she disappeared through the door. He climbed to his feet and walked to the dresser, opening a drawer and producing a small bottle of lube. “In case you need it.”

  Cat’s face turned red and she laughed and looked away in embarrassment. Then she took the lube and disappeared into the bathroom, Tim laughing behind her.

  “Can you bring me a towel, babe?” Daphne asked. She was lying on her back, naked, cum puddled around her chest.

  “One of the good ones?” Pete asked with a bit of an attitude.

  “I don’t care,” she told him.

  “Feels like we shouldn’t use one of the good ones,” he said.

  “Babe, you came all over my tits and then walked away,” she snapped. “At least get me a fucking towel.” That was the thanks she got for the blowjob, her boyfriend bitching about the sanctity of their good towels. Without saying a word, he flung a lime green hand towel across the room, almost missing the bed.

  “I’m going out with the guys later,” he yelled over the running water. “After work.” Daphne ran the towel across her tits, mopping up the spunk.

  “Where are you guys going?” she asked.

  “I dunno,” he said, with a hint of an attitude cropping up again. “Some bars.”

  “Can I go?” It felt ridiculous that she had to ask, that her boyfriend wouldn’t invite her.

  “It’s a thing with the guys,” he told her. That meant no, of course. She didn’t know if he wanted to flirt with other girls or if he just didn’t want her around or what, but he was really good at making her feel unwanted.

  “I’ll be back l
ater,” he told her as he crossed the room. “Then we can finish what we started.” He leaned down and gave her a peck on the lips. She kissed him back, despite being angry at him and his stupid pre-work blowjob. She knew that “finishing what they started” was in all likelihood just going to result in another blowjob before he fell asleep. The more she thought about it the angrier she got until she was too worked up to even finish herself off. Frustrated, both sexually and non-sexually, she climbed out of bed and headed towards the shower, already hating her day off.

  "Ugh, men," was all Cat said when Daphne told her what had happened. They were sprawled out on the couch, a cheesy movie on the TV with the volume low.

  Daphne snorted. “Pete isn’t that bad.”

  “In the pantheon on scumbags, no, Pete isn’t that bad,” Cat admitted. “But he’s far less than you deserve.” Daphne smiled, scooped a spoonful of mint chocolate chip ice cream out of the tub she was protectively cradling in her arms, and fed it to Cat.

  “You don’t want to let go of the spoon, do you?” Cat asked as she took the bite. Daphne shook her head and Cat laughed.

  “So what about you?” Daphne spooned up more ice cream and ate it.

  “What about me?”

  “Get any dick lately?” Daphne asked. “Besides your own, I mean.”

  “I met a guy in a bar,” Cat told her. “He was sexy and handsome, we flirted, then we went back to his place.”

  “Ooooh,” Daphne’s face lit up. “Details!”

  “Well, I gave him a blowjob,” Cat said.

  “Naturally,” Daphne nodded.

  “I swallowed.”

  “Generous.”

  “And then he wanted to eat my pussy!” Cat said with a tone that went high, like a “and-that-was-that” kind of sign off.

  Daphne’s eyes went wide. “You didn’t tell him?!”

  “I forgot!” Cat said. “I was drunk. Or getting there. It slipped my mind.”

  “You said that thing is like eight inches,” Daphne told her, “it did not slip your mind.”

  “I didn’t forget that I had a dick, silly,” Cat told her, motioning for another bit of ice cream. “I forgot that it mattered to some people.”

  Daphne fed her another spoon of ice cream, a sympathetic frown on her face. “I’m sorry, honey.”

  “It’s okay,” Cat said. “He was sweet about it. Plus I jerked off in his shower.”

  Daphne roared with laughter. “You fucking pervert.”

  “Until the day I die,” Cat said proudly. “Just give me the fucking ice cream.” Daphne reluctantly handed over the tub, then the spoon. She lied back on the couch, shoulder to shoulder with Cat.

  “I want to go to a bar and pick up a guy,” Daphne said.

  “Uh, you have a guy,” Cat reminded her.

  “I have a guy who lets me suck his dick,” Daphne said, a noticeable tone of defeat in her voice. She was sick of defending Pete. “It’s not just that I want to get fucked, though I totally do, but I want it to be someone who gives half a shit, you know? Like, right now, I’d rather have a string of one night stands with guys who at least cared about me in the moment. That would make me feel more loved than...whatever this is.” She threw up her arms, gesturing to the world around her. It hurt Cat to see her best friend like this.

  “Hey, I love you,” Cat told her.

  Daphne turned towards Cat and kissed her innocently on her bare shoulder. “I know. And I love you. But…”

  “But what? Cat asked.

  Daphne snickered. “I was going to say that I love you too, but that you don’t have what I need at the moment, but I guess you totally do.”

  Cat laughed out loud. “I do, eight inches of it.” Cat spooned more ice cream into her mouth. When she offered some to Daphne, she just shook her head.

  “Hey,” Daphne said, something clearly on her mind.

  “Hey what?” Cat asked.

  “Why haven’t we ever considered it?” Daphne asked.

  Cat didn’t follow. “Considered what?”

  “You and me,” Daphne said. She was looking away, staring into space as she spoke. “I mean, not romantically, but physically.”

  Cat nearly choked on her ice cream. “Are you serious?”

  “Well,” Daphne paused. “I’m seriously asking, yeah.”

  “I…” Cat wasn’t sure how to respond. “I don’t know. Is that something you would want?”

  Daphne thought long and hard about this. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that she loved Cat, but that wasn’t the only thing that mattered in this situation. “I guess I don’t know. I mean, the fact that I’m even asking about it must mean that I’m not totally opposed.”

  Cat slowly nodded, pulling the spoon out of her mouth. “I guess that’s true.”

  “Is it something you want?” Daphne asked.

  Cat was just as unprepared for that question as Daphne was. “I’ve never thought about it.”

  “I have,” Daphne admitted.

  “Really?” Cat turned to face Daphne, but Daphne still looked away.

  “Well, I don’t want this to come out wrong, but I am curious. About you, I mean,” Daphne said. “Is that offensive?”

  “No,” Cat shook her head. “Not coming from you. I know you’re coming from a good place.”

  “Plus, I’ve never seen it,” Daphne said. “Whenever we’ve changed in the same room, you’re always careful to cover yourself, which just makes me more curious.”

  “I’m shy,” Cat told her. It was the truth.

  “You’ve seen all my bits,” Daphne told her.

  “You’re not shy,” Cat said. “You flashed your titties at my brother.”

  Daphne burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. “His face got so red.”

  “We’re a shy family!” Cat said, laughing too.

  “Cat,” Daphne said.

  “Daphne,” Cat said.

  “Can I see it?” Daphne asked.

  Cat paused, not for lack of things to say, but just because it felt right. “Are you asking to see my dick?”

  “Was I not polite enough?” Daphne asked.

  Cat laughed. “What are we, fifteen?”

  “No,” Daphne said, surprisingly serious, “I’m twenty-one and you’re twenty-two.”

  “And you want to see my dick?” Cat asked.

  Daphne nodded. “Are you hard?”

  “Not entirely,” Cat said. All of this talk about them potentially hooking up was arousing, even if Cat wasn’t entirely sure of how she felt about it.

  “Is it still big?” Daphne asked.

  “I don’t complain,” Cat said. Nobody spoke for a minute. Cat was turning her gears, thinking about it, and Daphne was wishing to whichever deity was listening.

  Finally, when she couldn’t take it anymore, Daphne turned to Cat. “Well?” she asked.

  Cat looked at her and they made eye contact for the first time since the conversation had started. Cat sighed and handed Daphne the tub of ice cream. “Hold the ice cream,” she said. Daphne did her best not to jump for joy. Cat, still semi-reluctant, popped the button on her jeans and pulled the zipper down. Daphne watched in fascination as Cat lifted her ass of the couch and pulled her jeans down, her thumb hooking through her underwear and pulling those down at the same time. Daphne let out a gasp as Cat’s thick, veiny cock slowly revealed itself. It was the biggest cock Daphne had ever seen in person and she grew wet at the mere thought of taking it inside of her.

  “Holy shit,” Daphne whispered, sitting up on the couch and setting the ice cream on the coffee table. She needed a better look. “That thing is fucking huge.”

  “I told you it was eight inches,” Cat said. “Maybe a few centimeters bigger.”

  “You didn’t tell it me it was wide as a fucking tree branch,” Daphne said, unable to take her eyes off of it. Cat unexpectedly blushed, but thankfully Daphne was too entranced to notice. Daphne instinctively reached out to touch it but came to her senses and drew back. If someone pull
s their dick out in front of you, it’s usually because you’re about to fuck, so it took Daphne a second to realize that wasn’t the case. Cat, however, thought it over and decided she was alright with it. Hell, at this point she kind of wanted it.

  “It’s okay,” Cat said.

  “What?” Daphne asked. She was still in shock from Cat’s girth, so she didn’t immediately realize what Cat was talking about.

  “You can touch it,” Cat told her. Daphne hesitated, looking back and forth between Cat’s face and her cock a few times. Cat finally let out a giggle.

  “The window is closing!” Cat joked.

  “Oh!” Daphne jumped at the chance, wrapping her hand around Cat’s cock, which was almost fully erect at this point. Cat saw Daphne’s eyes grow wide when she realized that her fingers couldn’t didn’t even touch. Daphne squeezed, gently but firmly, examining the softness of Cat’s flesh. She slowly slid her hand up the shaft when Cat involuntarily moaned, then Daphne ripped her hand away.

  “Sorry,” they both said in unison, before giggling.

  Daphne once again stared at Cat’s prick, now erect and curving into the air. “This feels like it should be more awkward.”

  Cat smiled. “I know what you mean. I guess I’ve always been more guarded around you then I needed to be.”

  “I love you, Cat,” Daphne told her. “You can always been comfortable around me.”

  “I know,” Cat said, looking Daphne in the eye. “Well, I know that now.”

  “I wish Pete could see this,” Daphne said, referring to Cat’s cock. “He’d get jealous. Then maybe he’d actually try.”

  “Sorry I moaned,” Cat said.

  “Well,” Daphne blushed and looked away slightly, “I was sorta trying to make you.”

  Cat felt especially aroused at the thought of Daphne jerking her off. “You can touch it some more,” she told Daphne. “I mean, if you want.”

  Daphne didn’t reply, only reached forward, this time much less timid, and once again took Cat’s cock in her hand. Cat gasped, but this time Daphne didn’t pull away or even loosen her grip, but looked Cat straight in the face as she began to stroke back and forth.