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

by Bree Dixon

  “I don’t, like, ugh…” Courtney trailed off.

  “You don’t what?” Alyson asked. “You don’t know what to do? Just grab my dick and move your hand up and down until hot, wet shit shoots everywhere. It’s not rocket science.”

  Courtney laughed and began to blush. Alyson was very forward and Courtney was fairly reserved, so she found herself blushing a lot around her friend. In the corner of her eye, Courtney saw Alyson pulled her pants down just enough to let her erect prick spring out.

  “Well,” Courtney said without looking over, “it’s out.”

  “That is its, bitch!” Alyson cheered. “Now make me cum!”

  “Can we at least wait until we’re in your driveway?” Courtney asked.

  Alyson threw her head back and let out a dramatic sigh. “I guess!” She opened her palm and spit into it, then used that hand to lube herself up. Courtney would be lying through her teeth if she said it didn’t turn her on at least a little bit. She never knew she had any sort of bisexual feelings until Alyson brought them out of her, though she supposed it could still all be chalked up to a love for cock.

  By the time they pulled into Alyson’s driveway, Alyson’s cock was already wet with pre-cum.

  “There,” Alyson said, “I already got it all lubed up for you.” Courtney looked at her cock, which was standing shiny and proud, then looked at Alyson, who had a big shit-eating grin on her face. She more excited about her persuasive skills than she was about the handjob itself. "Grab ahold, bitch."

  There in the car, seeing Alyson’s wet, erect, cock, and seeing how hot Alyson really was and realizing how good of a friend she was, Courtney had a different idea. She shifted in her seat, pinning one of her legs beneath her and facing Alyson head on.

  “Alright!” Alyson said. “I expected a lazy tug but you’re really taking this seriously!” Then Courtney leaned forward, opened her mouth, and slid her lips down to the base of Alyson’s cock.

  “Oh fuck yes,” Alyson shouted. “You tricky, beautiful, slut!” Maybe it was because Alyson had better hygiene or maybe she was just sick of Brad’s cock, but Alyson tasted so much better. This was no longer her doing Alyson a favor, this was her being horny as fuck, wanting to suck the cum right out of a cock. She felt Alyson’s hand on the back of her head and she let it press her down, forcing the rigid member back into her throat. She gagged and Alyson quickly let up. Courtney pulled away just enough to finish gagging and catch her breath, then she plunged back down onto Alyson’s member, sucking hard, her tongue doing swirls around the shaft.

  “Just like that,” Alyson purred. “I fucking love you, Courtney. You have the best dick-sucking lips. I mean, you’re a good friend, too.”

  Alyson wasn’t huge, a modest six inches, so Courtney could almost deepthroat her. The second she felt her gag reflex kick up she would ease off and she got quickly got a good idea where that was. Alyson’s sweet, salty pre-cum continued to bubble out of the tip and Courtney swallowed it with hungry excitement.

  “Uuuuugghhh,” Alyson moaned. “I'm gonna cum, babe.” Courtney backed off enough to get her hand around the shaft and she slid her grip up and down while her tongue whipped against the head of Alyson’s cock.

  “Oh fuck! Fuck fuck!” Alyson shouted. “I’m cumming! Fire in the hole! Move move move!” Courtney ignored Alyson’s warning and took her cock deep, her lips almost touching Alyson’s crotch, just in time for a blast of seed to splash against the back of her throat. The sensation of hot cum pumping down her esophagus fulfilled some primal urge that Courtney didn’t even know that she had. She had eaten Brad’s cum several times and was never a fan. This must have been what it felt like to please someone that you’re actually sexually attracted to.

  “Oh my god, Courtney,” Alyson said, catching her breath. “Where the fuck did that come from? I need a cigarette. I don’t even smoke.” Courtney came up, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, and planted a deep, long kiss on Alyson.

  “Fuck!” Alyson yelled. “I like this new Courtney!”

  Courtney turned in her seat, facing forward again, and gripped the wheel. Alyson could tell that she was frenzied, ready to go.

  “Do you want me to eat you out?” Alyson asked, putting her cock away.

  Courtney shook her head. “No, Brad’s home. I’m gonna go do this.”

  “The ass fucking?” Alyson asked.

  Courtney nodded.

  “Get it, girl!” Alyson bolted out of the car knowing not to hold up a woman hungry for cock. “Lemme know how it goes!” She blew Courtney a kiss and disappeared around the side of her garage, following the cement path that led to her front door. Courtney was the furthest thing from a wild child, but the way she tore out of Alyson’s driveway would make you believe differently. As she sped home, the taste of Alyson’s cum still lingering in her mouth, Courtney thought about having Brad’s massive cock squeezed into her asshole and it wasn’t until then that she realized just how unappealing it sounded. She trusted Alyson, though. She was far more demanding than Courtney was, so if it was good enough for Alyson, odds are it would be enough to get Courtney off. And she didn’t even care that the actual act didn’t sound all that great, she just wanted to do something new. If the cock in her ass wasn’t doing the job, at least it would distract Brad enough that she could play with herself undisturbed. What a fucked up sex life, she thought.

  The front door smashed into the wall with such an earth-shaking thud that Brad sprung up off the couch like the house was collapsing.

  “Courtney,” he shouted, “what the fuck?!”

  “You, me, bedroom, now,” she yelled at Brad and then disappeared down the hall. As she walked away, she heard him say “what” to nobody in particular and soon after she heard his footsteps across the living room’s hardwood floor. As soon she was in the bedroom her top was off. She missed the hamper by a mile, which she didn’t even notice until her bra was sailing across the room, too. By the time Brad actually got to the room she was naked as the day she was born.

  “What the fuck?” he asked, bewildered. “Are you, like, mad or something?” It didn’t even occur to her that slamming the door and yelling at him to get into the bedroom could be interpreted as her being angry. It wasn’t as if those actions were the universal code for “come fuck me in the ass.”

  “Strip,” she told him. “Well, just get your dick out.”

  “Oh shit!” he shouted excitedly. “Yes ma’am!” As he tore his shirt off it briefly got hung up on his face and the words “sex gorilla” flashed in her mind.

  “Man, you must really want it!” He unbuttoned his pants and slid them down, shaking his legs to get them to fall all the way. “Do I make you horny baby?” he said in the absolute worst British accent. He sauntered up to her and grabbed her waist, pulling her forward and kissing her. This was the Brad that she liked, the one that just shut the fuck up. She preferred the sex gorilla Brad to the one who made shitty movie references.

  She felt something poke into her chest. Brad was sticking two fingers between her tits, his thumb sticking up in the air. He was making a gun shape. He was a cowboy now, apparently.

  “Get on the bed and spread’em,” he said in what she had to assume was an attempt at a western drawl.

  “Not today, partner,” she said, stooping to his level. “Today we’re trying something new.”

  “What’s wrong the with classic?” he asked.

  “It’s boring and it hurts and sometimes it’s gross,” she said.

  “Gross?” He looked hurt.

  “Babe, sometimes you sweat, like way too much,” she said, being brutally honest. “And I’m underneath you and it’s like it’s raining and it’s awful.”

  He was silent for a moment while he pondered this, but he never protested, which just sort of made it worse in her eyes. “So what are we doing?” he asked.

  She thought about all the stupid shit that had come out of his mouth and she looked at his massive, threatening cock and had trouble
getting the word out. Did she really want this man in her tiny, delicate, asshole?”

  “Anal!” she finally blurted out. “Anal. Right up the asshole.”

  “Seriously?” His jaw hung up and she was half-tempted to reach up and shut it for him.

  “Do we still have lube?” she asked.

  He pointed to the nightstand on her side of the bed. “Bottom drawer. Top right corner, underneath the phone book.”

  She was taken aback by his very specific and accurate knowledge of where the lubricant was, not to mention a little disturbed. At least he was being helpful. The sex gorilla had his perks, apparently. He lumbered in the direction of the nightstand while she crawled onto the bed. Resting on her elbows with her ass pointed into the air, she shook a little as she waited for her asshole to be “thoroughly ruined” as Alyson had described it. As Brad climbed onto the bed behind her, the fear became even more real and her heart started thudding like a jackhammer. She kept reminding herself that she did want this, that the orgasm would be intense and mind-blowing enough to make up for all the pain and permanent physical damage she was about to endure, but when the tip of Brad’s lubed-up squash-sized cock rested on the rim of her asshole she started to freak out.

  “I change my mind!” Courtney shouted. “I change my fucking mind! Don’t ruin my asshole!”

  Brad laughed and Courtney became more alarmed when his cock didn’t move. “Court, it’s gonna be fine,” Brad told her.

  “That’s easy for you to say,” she screamed, “you’re not about to be split in two!”

  “You’re not gonna get split in two,” he told her. “The pain is gonna be real quick, like popping your butt cherry.”

  Courtney buried her face into the bedspread and sighed. “You’re not making this anymore enticing.”

  “Let’s just try it, okay?” he said. “If it splits you in two, I’ll pull out and finish in your pussy.”

  “I’m pretty sure that if it splits me in two, I’m not gonna be in the mood anymore, big guy,” she said.

  “Okay,” he said, “we’re just gonna try it real quick.”

  Courtney thought about the shit that Alyson would give her if she didn’t at least try it. She tried playing the situation out in her head and decided that if they went real slow, they could stop before any real harm came to her.

  “Alright,” she said. “We’re gonna try this, but if I tell you to stop, you fucking stop.”

  “Of course, babe,” he said. The inclusion of the word “babe” made it seem so insincere that she thought her eyes would roll out of her head.

  “Here we go,” he said. “On the count of three.”

  She shook her head. “That’s not necessary.”

  “One.”

  “Well you’re doing it anyway.”

  “Two.” And like a doctor tricking a child into getting a shot, he forced his cock inside of her before he reached three. The pain was unlike anything she’d ever felt and she could’ve swore she’d gone blind for a couple of seconds. She screamed for a solid six seconds before she could articulate actual words.

  “HUUUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!” Her fists clenched the bedspread so hard that her knuckles went ghost white. “GETOUTGETOUTGETOUT,” the words shot out of her mouth rapid-fire. She felt Brad’s cock make a quick retreat.

  “What do I do to deserve this?!” she screamed as tears welled up in her eyes.

  “Court, are you okay?” Brad asked with astounding ignorance.

  “Jesus Christ, Brad,” she said. “How is it possible that you’re like this? How are you possible?”

  “What?” he asked. She trembled in silence, pain still mercilessly coursing through her body. The initial shock was gone, but the hurt was still there. With the top of her head resting on the blanket, her tears coursed upwards, across her forehead, and pooled on the bed below her. The lube inside of her had a fortunate cooling effect and she tried her best to focus on that sensation and nothing else.

  “I’m going to go to sleep,” she said, “because I don’t know what else to do. Is my asshole bleeding everywhere?” she asked.

  “No!” he said. “It’s totally fine.”

  “Brad, I can fucking feel it, it is not totally fucking fine!” she screamed at him. She gently eased herself down onto the bed, onto her stomach. “I’m going to rest. Sleep this off. I probably can’t walk anyway.”

  “You’re overreacting,” he said.

  “Brad,” she said, struggling to be patient. “Did you fit your entire eight-inch, thick-as-a-beer-bottle cock inside of my asshole?”

  “Yep!” he answered with unquestionable pride.

  “Then I am not fucking overreacting,” she said.

  “So, you wanna do missionary?” Brad asked after a moment had passed.

  “Please go far away,” she told him.

  “Whatever,” Brad muttered to himself as he climbed off the bed and stomped out of the room.

  “Did you even put your clothes back on?” she asked, but he was already too far to hear, wandering naked through the house. She lied on the bed and wept, wept because her asshole had been thoroughly ruined by an idiot. Eventually she willed herself to go to sleep, just to escape the physical and mental pain.

  When she woke up, the house was silent. The sun was setting, filling the room with fiery orange light. She grit her teeth and braced for pain as she attempted to roll over. To her unexpected delight, she felt fine. As she sat up she felt a slight soreness, but not anything she would even call pain. The only thing that hurt was the memory of her boyfriend unapologetically destroying her. After the trauma that had ensued, she almost wanted to weep with joy. She scooted off the bed and found her pants. When she pulled her phone out of her pocket, the blue light was blinking. It was a text from Alyson asking how it had gone.

  “Horrible. The sex gorilla ruined my asshole. Tears were shed,” she wrote, followed by a distraught emoticon. She was walking down the hallway when her phone vibrated in her hand.

  “OMW,” it read, short for “on my way.” Courtney texted back that she was mostly joking, that her asshole would live to fight another day, but Alyson didn’t reply. She figured Alyson must have thrown her phone in her pocket and immediately hopped in her car. She felt bad for causing alarm, but decided it would be fun to hang out anyway. They could eat ice cream and make fun of the sex gorilla. When Courtney got to the living room she found it empty and a quick peek out of the front window showed her that Brad’s car was gone. She shrugged her shoulders apathetically and sprawled out on the couch, relishing in how un-hurt her anus was. She flipped on the television and promptly fell back asleep as some guy on TV tried to sell her a mop.

  It was less than a ten minute drive from Alyson’s place to hers, so the guy on TV was still flipping out over how great his mop was when Alyson knocking on the front door woke her up. She stumbled to the door, still buck naked, which gave Alyson a nice surprise when she opened the door.

  “Nice tits,” Alyson said, holding her phone in her hand and making a pouty. “I just read your text.”

  “I tried to catch you,” Courtney opened the door and stepped aside.

  “No worries.” Alyson pinched her nipple as she walked by.

  “Hey,” Courtney said, making a half-hearted attempt to cover her breasts. “Those are my boobies.”

  Alyson cocked her head and used her most sarcastic voice. “Remember earlier when you sucked the cum out of my dick?”

  “Point taken,” Courtney said, dropping her arm. Alyson headed down the hall and Courtney followed, not sure where they were going.

  “So it worked out?” Alyson asked.

  “I didn’t say that,” Courtney said. “It was awful. Super fucking awful. But I’m not dead. Where the fuck are we going?”

  “To where the magic happens,” Alyson said, walking through the bedroom door. “Smells like Brad in here,” she said, scrunching her nose.

  “Yeah I don’t know how to get rid of that,” Courtney sighed. Alyson sat on the edg
e of the bed and Courtney sat next to her.

  “So you didn’t enjoy it at all?” Alyson asked.

  Courtney shook her head. “It just hurt way too fucking much,” she said. “There was something deep under all the pain that made me think it might be enjoyable if Brad’s dick wasn’t the size of a baguette, but all I could think about was how all of my organs were going to fall out of my asshole.”

  Alyson fell back on the bed and howled with laughter. “You’re going to be fine. Your asshole stretches, just like your pussy. Women have kids all the time and come out okay.”

  “Yeah but they don’t shit out their kids,” Courtney argued.

  “No, but they get fisted in the ass,” Alyson countered.

  “That’s true,” Courtney said. “Terrible and true.” Alyson’s eyes ran up and down Courtney’s body. If it was anyone else looking at her the way Alyson was, even it was Brad, Courtney would feel insecure and embarrassed. When Alyson did it she felt beautiful She had felt more comfortable going down on Alyson than she ever had going down on Brad. Alyson made her feel good about herself, about everything.

  She rested her hand on Alyson’s thigh. “You’re a good friend,” she said, smiling.

  “I love you,” Alyson told her, reaching up and playfully smacking Courtney on the cheek. This was as serious as Alyson got, but Courtney knew it was 100-percent genuine. “And I loved you before you gave me that awesome blowjob.”

  Courtney’s face turned red at the compliment and she tried to look away before it was noticeable. Alyson laughed and she knew she had been caught.

  “You’re fucking blushing,” Alyson said. “Hey, the compliment was legit. It was amazing. Brad’s a lucky man.”

  “Oh please,” Courtney blew her off. She wasn’t being modest, she just didn’t think she was all that special.

  “It’s rare to find a girl that sucks that good and swallows,” Alyson said. “It’s usually one or the other.”

  “Well I don’t swallow for him,” Courtney said.

  “What?” Alyson asked, genuinely shocked.