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

by Bree Dixon

  “Ooooooooh, Erin,” Julie purred as her hand slid up and down slowly, coating her prick with lubricant. The heating was turned up and the house was nice and toasty, so the cool lube against her skin made her gasp and giggle. She had seen Erin naked from the waist up multiple times, they were both pretty familiar with each other’s titties, and she used that knowledge to play out the fantasy in her head. Fantasy Erin was obsessed with her cock, hungry for it, craving it. She wanted to suck it and feel it deep in her snatch. She even wanted it in her ass, the first cock to ever go there. Erin was an anal virgin and Julie had an extra special fantasy of being Erin’s first.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Julie moaned. She was going faster now, squeezed hard and stroking her shaft with a purpose, coaxing the cum from deep inside her. In her head she was parting Erin’s asscheeks, exposing her cute little butthole, then forcing her cock through the opening and stretching her mercilessly, ignoring her screams. She would fuck her in front of a mirror just so she could watch the mixture of ecstasy and agony on Erin’s face as well as watch Erin's tits bounce around wildly as she slammed into her repeatedly.

  Then Julie experienced that weird timeline inconsistency that came with these sort of fantasies. In her mind she was just getting started with what would be an epic, savage marathon session, but in real life she was already cumming, the thick white fluid erupting from the tip of her cock and her vigorous stroking flinging it all over her body and the bed.

  “Oooooh, fuck! Oh jesus christ!” The cum poured from the tip of her cock and made a mess of her crotch. Once the last few spurts ran down her hand, only then did she stop to catch her breath. She didn’t move. She didn’t get out of bed and clean up. She simply fell fast asleep, imagines of Erin still alive in her mind.

  “That sucks,” Julie said as she leaned over the counter and picked at one of her fingernails. Erin was doing dishes. Julie had offered to dry them but she kept getting distracted by her newly-manicured hot pink nails.

  “It’s just getting so frustrating.” Erin sighed as she scrubbed melted cheese off of a plate.

  “So what did you do?” Julie asked, suddenly attentive again and taking the wet plate from Erin.

  “What do you mean?” Erin asked.

  “What did you do after he went soft?” Julie rephrased the question.

  “Oh, I used the showerhead to get off,” Erin told her. “I didn’t tell him. I didn’t want him to feel bad. I feel like it would hurt his pride, you know?”

  Julie smiled and nodded. “It probably wouldn’t feel great. Not being able to please his woman,” she said in a deep, manly voice.

  Erin laughed and splashed her with water. “Oh stop it,” she said. “And dry my fucking dishes, you lazy shit.”

  “What if I don’t?” Julie asked. “You gonna spank my booty?” She swung her hips and bumped Erin with her butt.

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you,?” Erin teased her without knowing just how true her words were. Julie wanted it more than anything. She wanted to come back with something sassy and suggestive, but she held her tongue out of fear that she would cross a line. In her pants, behind her dark blue jeans and her pink cotton panties, her cock hardened and pressed against the fabric.

  “So what does the doctor say?” Julie asked, changing the subject. The pressure in her pants served as a constant reminder that she was getting in over her head and putting her friendship with Erin at risk.

  “That’s it’s all mental,” Erin replied. “They’re going through some big merger or whatever the fuck at his job and it’s stressing him out. And from there it just piles on, because now he feels extra pressure to perform at home, and - I dunno.” Erin shook her head in exasperation. She stopped washing dishes for a moment and became very animated as she spoke. She only spoke with her hands when she was upset. “It’s like, it’s not his fault. I know that and he knows that, but it’s so. fucking. frustrating.”

  “I know, sweety.” Julie gave her a one-armed hug and rested her head on Erin’s shoulder.

  “And like, I don’t wanna come off as a giant slut,” Erin began, “but I need to feel a fucking cock inside me!” Erin didn’t laugh until Julie did, a reminder that it was okay to do so. “I swear to God, Julie. Ben is a good guy, but at this point I’m ready to jump someone’s fucking bones, you know?”

  “Easy there, tiger!” Julie told her.

  “I mean it. The next guy who walks by, I just wanna be like ‘hey, how big’s your dick? Okay, that’ll do’ and take him in the bedroom and get my brains fucked out.”

  Julie couldn’t stand it. Here was her best friend, upset and in need, and she had the very thing that would solve her problems. Not to mention that she’d been lusting after Erin for as long as she could remember and she was finally in a position to make something happen. She could kill two birds with one stone, a total win-win.

  “Okay,” Julie said, setting a half-dry plate on the counter in front of her. She paced around the kitchen as she searched for a way to come out with it.

  “What’s the matter?” Erin asked, a look of concern on her face.

  Julie stopped walking long enough to get a sentence out. “I need to tell you something.”

  Erin got a serious “what now?” look on her face for a brief second, but once it disappeared she was right back to being concerned about her friend. “You can tell me anything,” she said. Julie knew that, but it was nice to hear it anyway. Erin had always been a great friend, and she felt more comfortable with her than she did with everyone else in her life combined. And yet the words still got stuck in her throat.

  “There’s something about me that you don’t know,” she began. “Something that I’ve kept hidden for a long ass time. I don’t even know how I did it, how I’ve gone this long without fucking up and letting it slip.”

  “Julie,” Erin reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders. “You’re scaring me.”

  “No, it’s not like that.” Julie was caught off guard by Erin’s worry. It just made her love her best friend even more. She blinked, trying to fight back tears, but she failed and the water began to build up along her eyelid.

  “Oh Julie,” Erin wrapped her arms around her friend and held her tight. “I love you so much. Whatever it is, you can tell me.” And that was when Erin felt it pressing against her leg. It could’ve been someone completely innocuous, she realized, but just the shape of it, the specific feeling of it pressing through multiple layers of clothing and into her flesh, it just felt familiar. She recalled hugging Ben and feeling the same thing, and when she would look up at him he would have a goofy smile plastered across his face.

  She recoiled, more in surprise than fear, but to Julie it was all the same and the tears came even harder. She looked at Julie’s crotch in wonder and shock, then up at Julie, her confused face desperate for answers.

  Julie knew the cat was out of the bag, so she forced a sarcastic smile through the tears, lifted her hands and shrugging her shoulders. “Yep, I have a dick,” she said. “An eight-inch, purple-headed monster with a slight curve to it. I am one-hundred percent pussy-free.”

  Erin simply stared. She wasn’t trying to be rude, and she certainly wasn’t upset, she just couldn’t believe that Julie could hide something so big for so long. When Erin was unable to speak, Julie shook her head and turned away and began to walk towards the front door.

  Erin ran after her and grabbed her shoulder. “Julie, wait!”

  They stood face to face, tears streaming down Julie’s face. Without saying a word, Erin hugged her again. She felt Julie’s cock pressing into her leg, but she didn’t care and hugged her friend even harder. It took her a moment, but eventually Julie reciprocated, wrapping her arms around Erin’s back.

  “I’m sorry I reacted the way I did,” Erin said. “I love you. I love you so much.”

  Julie sniffed. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

  “That’s okay,” Erin comforted her. “That’s totally okay.”

  T
hey stood in silence in the kitchen, holding each other, their heads pressed together. When they finally broke apart, Julie was still crying, but her tears held a different meaning. She smiled, this time a genuine smile, and Erin started to tear up a little too.

  “Is it really eight inches?” Erin asked, laughing.

  “Maybe a little more,” Julie told her.

  “Holy shit,” Erin said, staring at Julie’s crotch without any shame.

  “Take a picture, it’ll last longer, you pervert.” Julie playfully punched her on the shoulder and they both laughed.

  “Hey,” Julie said.

  “Hey what?” Erin asked.

  “Do you…” Julie trailed off and bit her lip. “Do you wanna see it?” Erin’s mouth dropped open. She was being dramatic, but there was an amount of genuine shock. It was like when someone was excited and they weren’t sure how to immediately react. Finally she giggled and hopped up and down, her hands clenched into fists.

  “Whip that fuckin’ dick out!” she screamed. Julie’s heart was beating so hard that she was afraid that Erin would hear it. She grabbed her zipper and pulled it down. Erin squealed with joy. Julie popped the button on her jeans. Erin saw the monstrous bulge poking through Julie’s panties and she gasped.

  “That’s fucking huge!” she shouted. “Lemme see!” Julie reached into her panties and produced her swollen, reddish, eight-inch-and-then-some cock.

  “Fuck!” Erin screamed. “That’s so much bigger than Ben’s!”

  Julie laughed and felt a surge of pride.

  “Is it…” Erin trailed off.

  “Is it what?” Julie asked.

  Erin shook her head. “I was gonna say ‘is it real’ but yeah, of course it’s fucking real. I don’t know what I was thinking. This is too much, I’m sorry!” Erin bounced on her toes excitedly and fanned her face with her hands. Julie was overwhelmed with how well everything was going. Sure, there was that slight speed bump when Erin had trouble grasping such an unexpected revelation, but Julie couldn’t blame her. Erin had grown up in a strict, sheltered household in a not-so-progressive town. It had taken her years to cast off the prudish shackles that had held her down (which had led to a very sexually promiscuous year) so Julie had to acknowledge and respect just how insane it must have been for Erin to learn that her best friend, her best girlfriend, had a secret, monstrous cock in lieu of a snatch.

  “Can I…” Erin ended yet another question abruptly. “Fuck!” she squealed, once again balling her fists in a fit of trembling excitement. “I can’t deal, Julie! I can’t fucking deal!” She was yelling and laughing and squealing and Julie couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so happy.

  “Can you what?” Julie asked her. “Just fucking say it! You’re not gonna upset me!”

  “Okay, okay, okay,” Erin made a failed attempt to calm down. “Okay. Can I touch it?” She drew back as she said it as if expecting a violent, offended backlash at the question. The question troubled Julie, but not for the reason that Erin feared. Julie wanted her to touch it, she wanted it more than anything, but Erin’s request was out of sweet and innocent curiosity, not the uncontrollable lust that plagued Julie.

  “Yeah,” Julie eventually said. “You can touch it.” Erin bit her lip and extended her hand. Her fingers pressed into Julie’s warm flesh and she recoiled and giggled.

  “It’s a cock, Erin,” Julie told her. “You’ve touched a cock before.”

  “Not a working one,” Erin joked, “not in a while, at least.” This made Julie happier than she cared to admit. She wasn’t looking to edge Ben out, but if it happened, it happened. Erin’s fingers once again brushed against Julie’s cock and it took everything in Julie’s power not to tremble. She was deathly terrified of showing any sort of sexual satisfaction. It felt like every time Erin wasn’t looking at her face, Julie was biting her lip to quell a moan. As Erin’s fingers slowly and delicately wrapped around Julie’s member, all that was racing through Julie's head was “don’t cum don’t cum don’t cum.” It was everything she could do to not scream out.

  “Whoa!” Erin gasped.

  “Whoa what?” Erin panicked a bit. “What’s wrong?”

  “You’re getting hard!” Erin shouted in a whisper tone. Julie’s body had betrayed her. There was no getting around that, so she just had to confront it.

  “Erin,” she said, “you’re touching my cock.”

  “What?” Erin looked at her, her forehead scrunched in confusion.

  “Let me stick a finger or two in your snatch, let’s see how you dry you can stay,” Julie told her, perhaps being more crude than was necessary.

  “Oh!” Erin had a moment of realization. “Oh. Point taken.” They stood in silence for a couple of seconds, Erin still gazing down at Julie’s cock. Julie was convinced that she had fucked it up, not just the moment but potentially their relationship. Before she could even speak and try to smooth things over Erin reached out suddenly and gripped her cock, this time with zero hesitation. She wasn’t delicate about it, either, squeezing Julie’s hardening prick. It was so unexpected that Julie didn’t have time to brace herself. A sudden, inescapable and unmistakable moan escaped her parted lips.

  Erin’s eyes darted from Julie’s cock to her face. Julie froze, her cheeks burning bright red, so terrified that she could barely speak.

  “Erin, I…” she tried to explain, but there was nothing to explain. It felt good and she wanted more of it. But Erin didn’t need an explanation. She wasn’t repulsed or horrified. She didn’t look up at Julie out of disgust or anything like that, she looked at Julie out of curiosity. She was gauging her reaction. It was obvious once Julie realized that Erin hadn’t taken her hand off of her cock. Her grip remained there, tight, her fingers choking Julie’s now rock-hard erection. With her gaze locked onto Julie’s, she tugged her cock, watching Julie moan softly. Her hand slowly began to animated, gripping the flesh of Julie’s cock and stroking it back and forth, gently but with rhythm.

  Erin’s face remained intensely fascinated, unchanged. Julie couldn’t help but feel a little like a lab rat, but she certainly didn’t mind. This is what she wanted. She wanted it to go further, but it was a start and there was no telling where it would lead. She was staring into her best friend’s gorgeous, sexy eyes while an orgasm built up inside of her. It never took her long to cum even when she jerked herself off, with Erin’s hand doing the work it would be a matter of minutes, if that.

  Erin picked up the tempo, Julie’s cock throbbing gratefully.

  “Erin…” Julie breathed. Erin didn’t say anything, still unfazed, but stroked harder and faster as soon as Julie spoke. “Jesus Christ, Erin.”

  Erin inched her face closer, Julie’s mouth still hanging open and releasing constant low moans and grunts. Erin’s lips began to part as she hovered in front of Julie’s face, close enough for Julie to feel her hot breath. Erin’s lips were a deep, sinful shade of red and Julie couldn’t handle it. She had never seen a more beautiful, tempting sight. Suddenly Erin closed the distance, their lips pressing together, Erin’s taste flooding Julie’s mouth.

  Julie came, harder and more intense than ever before. Erin didn’t stop kissing her, even as the cum flowed freely, down her wrist and onto the kitchen floor. Erin’s tongue darted into Julie’s mouth, probing and search and sliding against Julie’s tongue. Julie moaned inside of Erin and Erin kissed her deeper. Julie could feel Erin slathering the cum around on her cock, fondling her, lubing her up even though it was all over.

  When Erin finally pulled away, they were both breathing heavily. Erin looked down at her hand and Julie saw the faintest hint of disgust in Erin’s face and it broke her heart.

  “Holy shit,” Erin said.

  “You…you okay?” Julie asked.

  “You can use the, uh, bathroom to clean up,” Erin told her. She wasn’t being rude, only distant, and Julie wanted to cry and beg her to be okay with everything that just happened. What she wanted more than anything, and this was the m
ost tragic part, is she wanted to rewind time and make sure the last ten minutes never happened. She had wanted this so bad, and now it had happened, and she was overcome with regret.

  “Are you okay?” Julie asked again, fighting back tears.

  “Yeah, yeah,” Erin said with half-sincerity, “I’m totally fine. I just need to get these dishes done.”

  “You want help?” Julie asked.

  “No, there’s not much left,” she said. “Go clean up. You better hurry, Ben could be home soon.”

  Once Julie was in the bathroom and the door was closed and the water was running, she burst into tears, the sound of the water masking her deep sobs. What the fuck had just happened, she wondered. By the time she left the bathroom her eyes were red and puffy, but Erin barely looked up when she came back into the kitchen, and didn’t say anything more than “see ya” when Julie left.

  Julie had come straight home, downed multiple glasses of wine, and promptly passed out in her bed with some cooking show blaring in the background. What had happened at Erin’s was positively insane, the best moment of her life quickly followed by the worst and she didn’t know how to cope. Her plan was to get drunk, sleep it off, and deal with it later. It wasn’t much of a plan so much as the strict avoidance of one, but she followed through, and less than an hour after getting home she was naked from the waist down and tossing and turning in her bed, experiencing dreams that could only be classified as wet nightmares.

  “Julie!” She heard Erin’s voice and shook it away, convinced she was still dreaming. Then she felt a hand on her ankle, followed by a weight next to her on the bed. She cracked one eye open. The room was dark and silent. The sun had gone down and the television had been shut off.

  “Hey.” It was Erin, sitting on her bed, wiggling her awake.