Hunter’s love for Futa

Brad stared at the notice on his door. This was completely outrageous. A few weeks ago his housemate had moved out, and Brad had tried everything he could think of to find a replacement. But unfortunately he hadn't been able to find anyone yet. So, he'd paid every cent he could on the rent this month, but unfortunately he'd come up $50 short. He'd discussed this with the agent, who had agreed that he had been a great tenant, and that Brad would pay the remaining $50 as soon as possible and find another housemate.

Now he had returned to find an eviction notice stapled to the door. As if finding another housemate hadn't been hard enough, finding another place to live in under a week was going to be even worse. He tried the door, but found his key didn't work. "WHAT?" he yelled in frustration. Surely this was illegal. The note on the door listed the agent's contact number. He immediately called her, having only spoken to her a few days ago regarding the rent anyway.

She was very apologetic and sympathetic, and even promised to help find him a place. Apparently the owner had plans for this place, and his minor infraction presented an opportunity to evict Brad and get his plans underway. The agent organised to provide access to the apartment to collect his belongings in the next week, offering to make herself available whenever Brad needed access.

Brad sat on the steps in the lobby. He'd have to call some friends, try and find a place to crash, but for now, he just sat there wallowing in depression. His job wasn't the greatest, but he had good opportunity for advancement if he could last there. Maybe a second job would be the solution to his current woes.

"Hello, are you ok?" It was a moment before Brad realised he was being addressed. He looked up to see the two beautiful girls that seemed to live together in the building. He'd seen them around and smiled at them before, but didn't even know their names. One was a relatively short blonde, about 5'5"; the brunette was a bit taller, closer to 6'. Brad himself was only about 5'9". Both women were pretty busty, though the blonde was probably a bit heavier up top, though that might only have been due to her breasts looking bigger for her height. The brunette was lithe and athletic, while the blond had a fantastic booty that he'd admired more than once.

He gave a sad smile, "Hi, yeah, I'm ok. I just found out I've been evicted because I was $50 short on rent this month. I've been trying to find a housemate for weeks but ran out of time. I would have paid the $50, but apparently the landlord wanted me out, and now he's changed the lock and I can't even get in to collect clothes until tomorrow."

"Oh my god, that's terrible." The tall brunette said sympathetically. Her shoulder blade length, silky hair was held up in a pony tail. She was wearing a grey Adidas crop top, her boobs stretching it out, and tight, black Capri pants, and a duffel bag over her shoulder, seemingly having been to the gym.

"It sounds illegal to me." The shorter blonde stated firmly. Her hair was about an inch or so above her shoulders, and hung straight except for the last inch which kinked outwards. She was wearing a puffy white peasant blouse showing off her deep cleavage with a tight, short, blue miniskirt, showing off her mouth-watering ghetto booty.

"Do you have anywhere to stay?" the brunette asked, while the blonde shot her a glance.

"I'll call one of my friends and find somewhere. I was just trying to get things sorted out in my head first."

The two girls looked at each other, seemingly having an unspoken conversation. Finally the blonde sighed and said, "You can stay with us for a while. We have a small third bedroom, but no furniture, so you'll have to crash on the couch until you can collect your bed. I'm Sara." She held out her hand to shake and Brad stared at it for a moment, before dropping to his knees and lightly kissing her knuckles. Sara gasped, while her housemate giggled.

This was fantastic. They were so close, just a few floors above him somewhere. He'd be able to move his few items of furniture easily upstairs while he looked for a place. "I'm Brad. Thank you so much. I promise I'll be on the hunt for a place tomorrow."

He reached out and grabbed the brunette's hand and similarly kissed her knuckles, she giggled again and told him, "Daphne."

* * *

Brad reflected on the day as he got out of the shower. After work and the shock of the eviction, he'd been blessed to meet the two gorgeous girls he'd noticed around the building. Then they'd invited him to stay with them until he found a place. He'd followed them up to their apartment. It was cosy, really well decorated and furnished, he thought they must have been here a while. There were a few touches around that told him he was in a girl's apartment, but also a few things he wouldn't have expected, like the PS3 hooked up to the 50" plasma TV. They showed him the room, which was quite small, but he wouldn't be here long, and it should be big enough for him to cram everything in. They'd ordered in a pizza, refusing his feeble attempts to pay. He was tapped out until he got his bond and some of the rent he'd paid back from the agent, or payday next week. After dinner they'd given him a towel and showed him the bathroom.

He emerged from the bathroom and found they'd left him some blankets and a pillow on the couch before retiring to their rooms. He made himself comfortable on the couch, which was surprisingly easy, and before long, was sound asleep.

* * *

The previous day had been shocking, today proved frustrating. Fortunately he was rostered off today. Daphne had lent him her key so he could come and go as he needed, saying she'd get a copy from their agent. That had been the last of the good experiences. He'd searched high and low, through classifieds, online, message boards, noticeboards, even walking into several real estate agents' offices, but he wasn't able to find a suitable place to rent or co-rent on his current income. He'd been lucky to find the one he'd just been evicted from he realised. Finally he gave up for the day.

He returned to Daphne and Sara's, only to find that the key didn't work.

Then his property management agent, despite her claim, proved unable to meet him for two hours due to scheduled meetings and showings. He was stuck outside both apartments.

Finally the agent showed up and he moved his meagre belongings to the hallway and stairwell ready for Daphne or Sara to return home.

He decided to try a few friends, but unfortunately, none of them had the room to accommodate him. He was really lucky to have met Sara and Daphne. Daphne returned four hours later, extremely apologetic. She only realised when she tried to open the store room at work that she'd given him the wrong key. She had an extra one for him now, before she headed off for the gym.

Then he found he'd overestimated the size of the room, underestimated his furniture or both. Everything fit in there, but it was piled up to the point where he wouldn't be able to sleep in there. He'd be crashing on the couch for the foreseeable future, at least until he overstayed his welcome and Sara and/or Daphne asked him to move on.

He sat on a corner of the bed; the only part not covered with either bags of clothes, a dresser, desk, etc, and allowed the emotions to take control of him, having a little cry.

* * *

Sara returned home before Daphne. Brad wiped his eyes and went out to face her. She put her bag on the counter and looked at him grimly for a moment before her expression softened and she asked, "Are you ok Brad?"

He swallowed, hoping it wasn't obvious he'd been crying, "Yes and no. I moved my stuff into the room you've so kindly allowed me to use, but it seems I'll need to sell off some stuff in order to sleep in there, I simply have too much furniture." Sara continued to watch him, waiting for him to continue. "Also, I searched everywhere, online, noticeboards, uni newspapers and real estate agents, but I simply can't find a place I can afford. My job doesn't pay very much right now, but I'm on track for a promotion and pay rise in a few months, and then my career will really kick off. It's just very hard right now."

"So, you need a place to stay more permanently?"

"I hate to ask Sara, really you've been so kind, both you and Daphne, and I've put you out, but right now, I honestly have nowhere else to go."

She sighed. "I'm not heartless, and I know Daphne would be very angry if we didn't help you out, so you can stay on until you find somewhere. I think we will have to work out a share of rent for you to pay though."

"Thank you Sara, of course I'm happy to pay my way."

There were currently three points of light in his life right now, Sara, Daphne, and the promotion coming his way at work.

* * *

That night they had Italian takeout, and Brad came to the realisation that neither Sara nor Daphne liked to cook very much. Brad could take it or leave it, but since they lacked, he was happy he found somewhere he could provide something to them they wouldn't otherwise have. Tomorrow night he'd cook for them.

Daphne was happy that Sara had offered him the room, and surprised Brad by giving Sara a hug. He figured they were just really touchy-feely friends.

Now that he had all his clothes he was able to shower, and relax a little. Again, upon emerging from the bathroom, both girls had retired to their rooms, or so he thought.

* * *

He wasn't sure what woke him, but he was wide awake, and he noticed his cock was standing to attention. He checked his phone, it hadn't gone off, so that wasn't why he was awake, but he noticed it was just after midnight. He got up and headed for the kitchen to get a drink. He'd never lived with women other than his mother and sister, so he'd been cautious to cover up at all times so far, especially because he was sleeping on the couch. His cock tented out his boxer shorts obscenely, bouncing as he walked. He quickly repositioned it in the unlikely event that he bumped into Daphne or Sara.

On the way back to the couch he noticed a low glow from under Sara's door. He was interrupted by a low moan from behind her door. He stopped in shock. Sara must have been awake, and based on the moan, playing with herself. He was sure she couldn't have smuggled a guy in without waking him.

Brad pictured her laying back against her headboard, perched on her badunkadunk, stroking her fingers through her clit, sliding a dildo in and out of her tight pussy. His cock lurched, and he made a dangerous decision. He crept over to her door and listened for a moment. This close, he could hear more moaning, and a rhythmic thumping. He laid down, positioning his cock along his body, against the floor. Was that two moans he could hear? They sounded different. He got as low as possible, and tilted his head until he could just barely see under the door.

Sara's amazing, beautiful arse was rhythmically thrusting, fucking someone. They were both facing away from the door, doing it doggy style, and there was one thing that really shocked Brad, and that was Sara's balls. He would have assumed she was fucking someone with a strap-on if he couldn't see the fleshy, dangling sack swinging back and forth. He took in the scene in less than a moment.

He gasped, and Sara's rhythm broke. Had he been discovered? What would he do? But after a split-second of hesitation, Sara started fucking again, harder and faster than before. She grabbed onto her partner's hips and really started thrusting hard.

Brad decided discretion would be a good idea right now. He moved back from the door and went back to the couch.

For the next few minutes he continued listening for the barely heard moans and thumping. Finally they stopped, and he closed his eyes and lay still, pretending to be asleep in case Sara's partner left.

Meanwhile his mind was turning over the fact that Sara had a cock. She was so beautiful, and that perfect, round caboose, such a waste. Or was it? He'd had no idea she had a cock, there was simply no hint that she was anything other than all woman. He'd never thought about another cock before either, but every other line and curve on her body was feminine, and oh so hot, and sexy. He'd give anything to run his hand over her delicious rear end. He'd tried anal with a couple of ex-girlfriends, maybe he could do that with Sara.

His cock had been painfully hard from the moment he'd seen Sara, but he'd been too pre-occupied to take any notice of it. As he pretended to sleep, while his mind raced, he was super-aware of it now. He considered running his hands down to his cock and giving himself some relief, but he was still worried someone might emerge from Sara's room.

He couldn't get his mind off Sara, imagining her naked, facing away from him, popping her hips and booty back at him, looking seductively over her shoulder at him, her big tits visible either side of her chest... and there, hanging between her legs, her big, shaved balls, throwing a spanner into the image, or so Brad would expect. But the fact was it didn't. The image in his mind was supremely sensual. He imagined stepping up to her and running his currently rock hard dick up and down through her arse cleavage, while gripping her hips, or reaching up around her chest to paw at her big titties and flick her no doubt rubbery nipples. The more he thought of it, the more things he imagined doing, to the point where he even imagined cupping her nuts, and rolling them around between his fingers, gently pulling on the smooth, stretchy skin.

There was no solution, he was going to have to go to the bathroom and rub one out. As quietly as he could he got to the bathroom and crouched over it awkwardly, trying to aim his shaft at the bowl. Before he even got to five strokes he was shooting cum at the lid, his hips jerking as he held his dick in an iron grip. His cum slid down the lid as he came down from the high of his orgasm. He gathered up some toilet paper and cleaned up himself and the toilet, before flushing away the evidence and heading back to the couch.

As he laid there, his mind slowly drifted off to sleep with his final thoughts. He'd imagined fondling someone's nuts, before coming in a big way. Was he gay? He'd imagined a lot of female parts in his fantasy, but some undeniably male parts as well. He had no idea.

* * *

He woke before the girls and got himself ready for work. He'd had to take yesterday off, but he didn't want to miss anymore work, hoping to get the promotion he was pinning all his hopes on. As he was finishing his coffee, having made everyone a pot, he saw Daphne leave her room quietly and called out, "Good morning."

"Morning," she stated in a very soft voice.

He was out the door before Sara was up.

* * *

The day had gone well. He got the official nod that he was first in line for the promotion, and he was now just waiting on the senior broker who was retiring sometime in the next six months to make room for him. He was really excited by the prospect of really getting his career on the move.

In addition, the real estate agent had called with the details of his refunds, both of bond and the amount he'd paid as rent. She'd actually processed it the day before, so he had funds again.

On his way home he stopped by a supermarket and picked up the ingredients for a light Thai curry, feeling excited by cooking for the girls.

* * *

When Sara and Daphne walked through the door together laughing about something they both smelt the coconut, basil and coriander Brad was cooking with. They both smiled and hurried into the kitchen with oohs and aahs, pressing their varied, yet equally sexy bodies up against him as they looked into his pot.

"Did you know we had a pot Sara?" Daphne asked, with a huge grin.

"Yes, but I had no idea where it was," Sara also grinned as she spoke.

"It smells delicious Brad," Daphne said as she gripped his upper arm.

"Definitely, I had no idea you could cook Brad," Sara definitely had a note of awe in her voice.

"I figured since you girls have been so nice to me... And besides, I got the official nod today, in a few months or so, once the senior broker retires, I move into an office and onto a much larger salary." They cheered for him. "Not only that, but the real estate agent sped up my refund, so I have funds." He spoke more slowly now, he was really enjoying his time with them, "Which means, I can go and find a hotel to stay in, let you have your couch back."

He'd definitely brought down the mood, especially Daphne seemed morose, "Well, if that's what you want Brad, and by all means, you deserve a bed rather than a lumpy old couch."

The couch was anything but. In fact, he'd had better sleep on it than he had in his own bed, aside from the late night awakening he'd been thinking about all day. "No, no, no, not at all, it's really comfortable. I just feel terrible imposing, I mean, we've just met really, and here I am taking up your space."

Daphne looked at Sara, but it was Sara who spoke, "We'd really like you to stay until you find something permanent, and if this tastes as good as it smells, you can take up our couch any time."

They enjoyed the curry, over-complimenting Brad on his cooking. They ate while the girls watched an episode ofLost Girl. Brad hadn't seen it before, but it seemed pretty cool. The chick in it reminded him of Daphne. All too soon the girls were making their excuses and heading off to bed, while Brad futaformed the couch back into his bed.

* * *

This time when he awoke, Brad was not quite so disoriented. He immediately looked towards Sara's room, but saw the light switch off from under Daphne's door. There was no moaning at all. Perhaps it had been something else. He drifted off to sleep again.

* * *

The rest of the week progressed with a routine developing. Brad cooked every night for the girls and they were really appreciative of it. Friday night was a little different though. Sara had to travel interstate, and Daphne mentioned she wouldn't be home for dinner. Brad ate on the way home and settled in to watch some TV. About 9:00PM Daphne came in, obviously having had a few drinks, seeming even more boisterous and bouncy than her usual self. She gave Brad a tight hug as he stood to greet her and he inhaled the scent of her hair, like chocolate.

He felt his cock give a stir, and started to worry, but Daphne soon led the way to the couch. She was wearing a buttoned white blouse, with only a couple of top buttons undone, nothing too risqué, but the swell of her bosom was broadcast to all, and the blouse was tucked into a pencil skirt that reached down to just below her knees. She kicked off her shoes and Brad noticed she was wearing stocking or hose, and he fantasised of stockings. As she sat down she hiked the skirt up a little, presumably to get comfortable, and he caught a glimpse of the top of her stockings. His mind froze as his cock lurched. Recovering, he sat down beside her, leaving a generous gap between them.

Brad flipped channels before he stopped on a movie Daphne asked to watch, some ensemble thing about love with Hugh Grant in it. He idly watched while trying to ogle Daphne. Meanwhile Daphne loved it. She closed the gap between them, eventually making contact with Brad. Before long she had her hand on his knee. He turned towards her in time to receive her tongue in his mouth. 

 Daphne was suddenly everywhere, all over him, smothering his mouth with hers, holding his head in her hands and then sitting on his lap, grinding her crotch against his. His soldier rose to the occasion, knocking on her door.

She quickly unbuttoned her top and pulled it open to reveal her beautiful breasts encased in a lacy white bra, with a healthy amount of cleavage on display. Brad buried his face in it, his tongue slipping from his mouth to lick every square inch of breast flesh he could reach. It had been a while for him and he was more than ready for whatever Daphne was offering him. He felt her bra go slack, and before he knew it she was totally topless. He leaned back to admire her pale breasts; she was very fair skinned. Her areolas were quite small really, only about the size of a twenty cent piece but they were really puffy, and her nipples were rock hard and stuck out about 12 or 15mm, being about the same size around. He latched onto her left one, opening his mouth wide enough to suck in her entire areola. His tongue worked her nipple, wrapping around it and pushing it all around, up, down, left and right, trying to twist it around. He pulled his mouth off until his lips were wrapped around her nipple and sucked hard, gently biting with his lips. He'd always been obsessed with breasts, ever since his first erection.

Before he was finished, before he'd even considered moving on to the next nipple, Daphne was up off him, and for a moment Brad felt disappointment, before she reached for his hand and with surprising strength pulled him after her as she headed for her room.

He didn't have long to take it in, beyond thinking, 'she's into sport' as he noticed a few posters. She dropped to her knees in front of him, attacking his belt and reefing down his pants along with his boxers, allowing his cock to spring up into her face. It was like she was possessed; she didn't even say anything, just started slurping, licking, and sucking on his pole. His head rolled back in ecstasy. Her soft lips surrounded the head and massaged the ridge, while the tip of her tongue drew circles around his slit, before lightly probing it. After half a minute or so, she worked a little lower taking a few inches and bobbing back and forth. Her tongue circled the head of his cock, caressing it. She ran her mouth and lips back and forth, slowly, lovingly sliding her lips back and forth on the shaft. She began taking a little more on each bob, and Brad watched as she easily took more than anyone he'd ever been with. He considered himself to be bigger than average at about 7 ½ inches, nothing too amazing, but no-one had ever swallowed as much as Daphne was, and she seemed to be doing it easily. Brad was getting really worked up watching her blow him, and started to rock his hips back and forth. She gripped his arse cheeks, the tips of her fingers sliding into his crack, and she used her grip to control the tempo. When he felt her nose brush his stomach he was ready to blow, but she sensed this and paused, with his cock completely buried in her mouth and throat, calming his impending ejaculation. He could feel the start of her throat halfway along his cock, forming a grip around his pole. Slowly, she extracted herself from his cock, and stood up.

"I've got somewhere even better for this thing." She turned around, and reached back for the zipper on her long skirt. She unzipped it, and shimmied her hips out of it, dropping it to pool at her feet. She looked back at him coyly over her shoulder. She was now wearing nothing but a lacy white thong, with a thick waistband. Brad's impressions had been correct, she was very slim, and lithe, her hips widening from her waist only slightly. Her bum was surprisingly pert and tight, and he was filled with the urge to grip it in his fists while ramming his dick inside her. She raised a knee to the end of the bed and kneeled upon it. Still looking back at him, she produced a tube of lube from somewhere, while her other hand pulled her thong to the side. She began lubing herself up, "How'd you like to fuck my arse Brad?"

Brad was all up for that. He'd had anal sex a couple of times before, but never before had a girl offered her arse to him like this. He pounced on her and she squealed. His prick slid up between her arse cheeks, rubbing in some of the lube she'd smeared around, and nestling snugly between her tight buns. He reached around to grab a hold of her big titties, as her nipples pressed into his palms like hard little pebbles. They felt divine in his hands and he hefted them around, rubbing the rubbery nipple and eventually taking hold and squeezing them a little, along with a light twist. Meanwhile he slid his meat back and forth up and down her rump, while the breast play had Daphne joining the action, shaking her arse up and down against his dong. "Don't tease me Brad, stick your cock up my arse already," she said, handing him a condom.

Brad wasn't one to disappoint. He reached between them and took hold of his joystick and quickly rolling the condom on before lining it up with her cute little pink arsehole. He applied a bit of pressure and watched her little rosebud blossom to accept the bulbous head. "Oh fuck baby, yes, stick that dick up my pussy... my ass... just stick it inside me." She'd lubed up well, as he just slowly slid inside. She took the whole thing without a worry. It felt fantastic. Instead of pressure along his entire cock, which is how a pussy felt, Daphne's arse applied a tight ring of pleasure around the base, while the rest was just lightly tickled. He pulled back through the ring of pleasure and groaned in ecstasy. The other times he'd had anal sex it had been really awkward and painful, but both Daphne and Brad were instantly enjoying it. He pushed back inside firmly, causing them both to huff with effort. "Yeah baby, fuck that arse." Her cute little butt looked so sexy as he shoved his cock in and out of it. He was now gripping her hips, marvelling at how fit she was, feeling strong muscles flexing.

He was sure his dick had never been so hard in all his life. It had been a long time between bouts in the bedroom for him, and he certainly hadn't had a chance to jack off in a while, so he wasn't surprised when he felt the rumblings in his balls announcing his imminent ejaculation. He felt bad though, Daphne was awesome and he didn't want to disappoint her, or let he think he was a bit of a dud. "Oh baby, your arse is so tight, so fantastic, I'm not going to last much longer here," he said between panting.

"Fuck I'm horny, shoot it on my arse, baby. Shoot your batter all over my arse, paint it white baby." Brad pulled out of her arse and ripped the condom off. With only a couple of jerks he was erupting, spurt after spurt. It started up her back, before he aimed his dick at her arse cheeks, giving each a nice glaze. "Shit yeah honey, rain that goo all over me."

With nothing left, Brad stood behind her catching his breath. He looked around for something to wipe his cum off with, but was interrupted by Daphne, "Thanks Brad baby, that was great. I really needed that."

"No problem," he replied.

"Well, I'll see you later then. Maybe we can do this again?"

She was obviously dismissing him from her room. Embarrassed, he grabbed his pants and backed towards the door. "No problem Daphne, thanks..."

He closed the door and leaned against it. Immediately he could hear Daphne moaning in there. He was completely confused, if Daphne wasn't finished, why was she kicking him out? He wasn't finished, sure he'd cum, but he could go again, and he had other skills. It was very emasculating, and probably the strangest feeling he'd ever had. He wasn't one of those guys who just dismissed girls after they'd gotten their rocks off, but he wondered if this was how such girls felt after being kicked out.

He didn't go to sleep with a hard-on that night, but he was very confused, and worried about what Daphne thought of him. 

 ------X------ 

 When Brad woke on Saturday morning it was the first morning he wasn't disoriented, obviously he was settling into the routine of sleeping on Sara and Daphne's couch. Today was another day off work. He thought back over the week's events, from learning Sara had a cock by spying on her shagging some chick doggy style by peeking through the gap under her door, to the blissful yet confusing session he had last night by taking Daphne up her back passage.

Thinking of Daphne he looked over to her door, and seeing it left slightly open, he assumed that she had already left for the day, probably off to the gym quite early. He really wanted to talk to her, to try and gauge how she felt about last night. After he'd cum, she'd pretty much dismissed him from her room, and then she'd proceeded to masturbate pretty loudly. He'd never even been given the opportunity to go down on her and he felt a little slighted at not getting the opportunity to even the scales.

Brad decided to spend the day cleaning up around the apartment. He wanted to repay the girls any way he could, and a bit of extra cleaning would surely be appreciated.

* * *

Saturday afternoon found Brad down at his local pub catching up with a couple of mates.

His day of cleaning had been pretty productive. He'd never seen so many feminine items around the place before, as he'd never lived with women. Mostly he ignored them, but it was an eye-opener to read some of the labels of various products. Who knew your face needed its own special cleanser?

His 'mates' had apologised of course for not being able to offer him a place to crash, but he could tell only a couple were truly sincere.

After a few rounds he found himself alone with Jeff, who he'd never really clicked with, though they were mates to a degree. He'd always found Jeff a little weird, like, slightly perverted and always turning the conversation dirty.

Sure enough, Jeff was soon talking about the latest chick whose panties he'd gotten into. Brad's attention skyrocketed when he heard Jeff say, "-- I thought maybe she had a cock for a moment there, but no, she just had a really huge mound and a thick thatch of hair, know what I mean?"

Up until now Brad had been giving monotonous answers, almost willing Jeff to leave, but now he was riveted, "Thank god right? I mean, what if she'd had a cock? Barf city right?"

"No way man. I mean, this chick was smoking, and I mean smoking hot. If she'd turned out to be a gender bender, I'd have turned her around and gone in the service entrance. After all, I've been there before," he actually looked smug.

"You mean anal sex, yeah of course, but with... with a guy... or a chick who was or kind of is a guy?"

He was still smug, proud even, "You've obviously never been to Thailand. You'd be surprised how hot, and how feminine some shemales, sorry, futanaris, can be Brad. I've had more than a couple of experiences with them, and I've got to say, they're some of my hottest memories."

"Really?"

"A hundred percent truth man."

"Because..." Brad wondered if he should be sharing this with anyone, but Jeff certainly didn't seem like he'd judge. Jeff waited patiently; he could see that Brad was struggling with something. "You know the two chicks, the neighbours I said were helping me out, letting me crash?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I kind of caught one of them... well, spied really. I looked under her door one night while she was moaning and groaning, and I swear, she had someone bent over on her bed, and she was doing them doggy style."

Jeff didn't look impressed, "Nah, from the sounds of them they're a couple of rug-munchers, she was probably just using a strap-on."

Until then, Brad hadn't considered the possibility that the other party had been Daphne, who he had since taken up the arse himself. Was she the chick that Sara had been doing? Was Daphne also the owner of a penis? She'd wanted it up the arse last night, was that because it was the only hole available? Jeff was taking a swig of his beer when Brad interrupted him, "Well there were no straps, and besides, her balls looked pretty real to me."

Jeff coughed and spat his beer back into his glass. Obviously he wasn't completely unflappable. Finally, he managed to cough out, "No shit?"

"I'm not kidding."

"Wow." Jeff took a moment to digest it, and then tried to ask the question forming slowly in his head, "So how... do you... did you bar up? Are you going to hit it?"

This was a pretty intimate question from not a close mate. Brad would be much too scared to ask anyone else though, fearing they would judge him. Jeff, though, was unlikely to judge him. "Are you gonna keep this to yourself?"

"For sure, I know who I am and I'm happy, but I'd never go spreading around the secrets of others. Have you ever heard me mention a single name of any of my conquests?"

Brad thought about it and realised he had a point. Jeff bragged, a lot, but he never actually named names or singled anyone out. They could sit in a room full of women Jeff shagged and Brad would never be able to tell. The same could not be said for all of his mates. "True."

Brad had been thinking about Sara's cock constantly, wondering what it looked like, how well she used it, how big it was, how thick, how it looked in conjunction with her titties and booty, how it would look fighting to escape from tiny little feminine panties. He'd never had any interest in cocks other than his own before, and never had any interest in men. He'd been in footy locker rooms and never even been tempted to look. As for Daphne, he'd not even begun to wonder what she might be packing, or the thought that the two chicks might both be futanari and sharing a bed. Brad embarrassedly realised his cock was getting hard. It wasn't tenting his pants, but the blood was definitely heading there and thickening his rod.

Jeff was patiently waiting again, cautiously drinking his beer.

"It did," Brad knew it wasn't enough, "it did get me hard, and I keep getting hard just thinking about the possibility. I'm like a teenager again, getting random erections at bad times."

He expected Jeff to smile at him, make fun of him, but he didn't. "You've got it Brad. You're attracted to her. I don't mean to go all psych on you, but how do you feel about that?"

"I don't know. I think I should feel weird or disgusted with myself, but I don't." He looked at Jeff, again appraising him for how much he was willing to trust him, and how much he was willing to tell him. "To be honest, I'm interested, excited and scared."

"Sounds normal to me considering your situation."

"So you've had sex with... a futanari?"

"Are you gonna keep this to yourself?" he asked with a wry grin.

I returned the grin, accepting the jibe.

"Both ways buddy, I've taken and been taken."

"Ok," Brad answered, letting that revelation sink in. The thought aroused him, not thinking about Jeff, but being in Jeff's situation. He imagined getting in behind Sara, shagging her and watching her imagined dick swinging around. He then imagined the roles reversed, Sara behind him doggie style, mashing her big tits into his back while she shafted him and stroked his hardened cock.

Jeff broke his musings, "Listen, I have to go unfortunately." Jeff grinned, "I have a date, and it's one I don't want to miss. But take my number, and if you ever want to talk to someone, call me. I know my kinks, and they're deep and numerous, but I'm one of the most stable, happy people you'll meet, so I won't judge you. But you need to think about things, and examine how you feel about them. Don't go doing anything stupid."

Jeff got up and left Brad at the bar, and Brad got another beer.

Jeff had turned out to be quite a surprise.

Brad thought about Jeff's advice, what would be the stupid thing to do? It would be stupid to react angrily, but Brad hadn't really felt any anger.

Would it be stupid to confront Sara? Probably, after all, the only reason he knew all about it was because he was spying on her. Yes, definitely stupid to do that.

The smartest thing was probably to just remain ignorant. If they wanted to tell him they would. In fact, he now had an advantage in that if they decided to tell him one day, he wouldn't be taken by surprise.

Brad realised that he was now thinking with the assumption that Daphne also had a secret between her legs. He had to be careful not to be surprised if it turned out she didn't have a penis, because that would be extremely insulting to her.

* * *

Despite having been at the pub for most of the afternoon, he still beat Daphne home. He wasn't sure where she'd been off to all day, and she wasn't obliged to tell him.

He'd left just a little bit of laundry to do when he got back from the pub. The girls were lucky enough to have a small European laundry in their apartment. He'd used it a couple of times during the week. This time however, Daphne had left some of her clothes on the washer. Well, he assumed it was Daphne judging by the clothes.

His mind jumped two steps and he was thinking that he was definitely a pervert. Despite that, he couldn't help acting on his first thought. He was going through Daphne's clothes. There were a few work blouses, skirts, pants, but of course Brad was interested in more intimate items.

Finally he felt the cup of a bra. He checked the label, supremely curious to know the size of Daphne's sweater puppies. 34E. Wow. He knew they were big; they looked big, heck they looked hefty, but seeing it written down, confirmed, was something else. Thirty-four meant she had a pretty small chest, but E for the cups was big, especially on a 34 chest.

Brad found a couple of thongs. The temptation to hold them up to his face and have a sniff was strong. He resisted though, he was a pervert for looking through her things, but he decided he had his limits as well.

Once his laundry was done he sat on the couch that had become his bed and stared at the TV. He was getting peckish, but didn't want to organise dinner in case Daphne also hadn't eaten in the hope that she'd be agreeable to eating together.

Brad was just about to surrender to his stomach when he heard a key in the door. Daphne breezed in with a huge grin, "Hey Brad, how's your day been?"

Brad smiled in reply, "Alright, you?"

"Fantastic. Have you had dinner?"

"I was just about to. Did you want to grab something together?"

"Let's order a pizza. Why don't you call up now, I'm starving," she said as she headed for the bathroom.

Brad ordered and was watching TV again when Daphne emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing a grey track suit. You couldn't get that girl out of sporty clothes, Brad thought to himself. The top was tight, but he wasn't surprised considering he now knew she was rocking a 34E bra. Her sweat pants were of that Pink brand, and were designed to be tight across her arse and hips, while being loose and flowing further down her legs. Her top was zipped up and there wasn't much cleavage on display, but sometimes, Brad thought, it was what a girl didn't show that made all the difference.

They had slowly devoured the pizza and chatted about their respective days while The Big Bang Theory played on the TV. They'd shared similar days, although instead of cleaning, Daphne had spent a couple of hours at the gym. They'd both spent the afternoon hanging out with friends.

They were sitting quite close on the couch. Brad kept stealing glances at Daphne, her full, kissable lips, her delicate ears holding back her silky brunette hair.

Thinking of Sara, he studied Daphne surreptitiously, searching for some clue as to whether or not she might be hiding a secret between her legs. If there was a sign, he couldn't find it. The old, reliable, Adam's apple was certainly not there, and her face certainly had no masculine signs. Her body was loudly female, her hips and butt declaring her to be all woman.

Brad thought back to last night. The steamy action he'd had on the couch and in Daphne's room. He'd do it again in a heartbeat, despite not knowing what she had up front. She'd been less than sober last night. Was it stupid to put the moves on her? Maybe it was, but Brad decided that she'd put the moves on him last night, so surely it was ok for him to give it a shot now. All she could do was say no... and kick him out to the streets... the thought gave him pause.

It was worth it, he decided.

He slowly slid his arm along the back of the couch in that cheesy, tried and true method. He daren't touch her yet though. She didn't seem to notice.

What now, the obvious cough or yawn?

Suddenly she snuggled into him, and he seized the opportunity to move his arm down around her shoulders.

They were snuggled up together on the couch watching TV. It was nice. It was what he'd lost with his last girlfriend long before they'd broken up. They'd been out of love for a long time.

Why was he thinking of love? He didn't love Daphne, but he realised he really like her. She was kind and bubbly, full of energy. And she loved anal sex and had a tight, buxom, sexy body. What could she possibly be missing?

He wrapped his hand around her shoulder. The progress was slow, but he started his progress towards her breast. It was like being a teenager, trying to sneak a feel of his first, frigid, high school girlfriend. It was fun and exciting, so far so good.

When he finally reached her breast he could feel it. She was softer, her tits were softer. She had a hard body, obviously from all the exercise she did, but there were no muscles in her boob to make them hard.

Gently, he moved his hand down and around until he was in position to grab a handful of tit. Finally, he could take no more and gave a gentle squeeze.

Daphne gasped, "Brad!" She turned to look at him and smiled. She bit her bottom lip and looked into his eyes. She put her hand over his and moved it so he was completely cupping her breast before forcing his hand to give it a squeeze. "I've never had that move put on me you know, but I used to dream about it."

Encouraged, Brad began to feel her up in earnest. Her breasts were every bit as large and full as their 34E tag promised. He filled his other hand with her opposite breast and began truly kneading them, causing her to moan, "Mmmm." She closed her eyes and laid her head back against his arm and the couch.

She'd kept her hair up in a pony tail, giving him an unobstructed view of her neck and delicate shoulder blades. She was taller than him by a few inches, but she was certainly of slighter frame judging by her beautiful neck and shoulders.

As he studied her face, thrown back and dreamy with pleasure, he'd unknowingly slowed his caressing of her breasts. She blearily opened her eyes and looked into his. He pulled her to him and they locked lips hungrily. He ran his hand down her back and slipped it beneath the waistband of her sweats.

He felt the telltale thin lace of a thong and passionately gripped her arse and pulled her against himself even harder.

Her hands were in his hair, gripping and pulling, mashing their faces together.

He moved his hand to her hip, staying within her pants and feeling that supremely erotic and sexy thong over her smooth skin.

She pulled away and grabbed forcefully at his pants, trying in vain to simply yank them off. Brad levered himself up and helped her get them off.

His 7" and a bit cock was standing to attention in his boxers. Before he could remove those as well, Daphne beat him to it, but not in the way he expected. She playfully nipped his covered cock, before biting his waistband and removing his boxers with her mouth alone.

She sank to the floor between his legs as his boxers were finally removed. He looked down at her on her knees, hair pulled back in a pony tail, looking up at him with smouldering eyes.

She tentatively placed her hands on his thighs, capturing his cock between her hands without actually grabbing it. She stuck out her tongue and slowly ran it up the underside of his rod.

He threw his head back in ecstasy, as she ran her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft, curling her tongue so that it cupped the long shaft.

He reached down and ran his fingertips along her jaw line, before tracing them down her neck and across her collarbone.

She worked her tongue up each side of his dick, and got her lips involved as well, sucking and kissing his rod.

"Daphne!" he exclaimed, over come with pleasure, "Oh god Daphne, please... please... put it in your mouth. Please suck my cock Daphne?"

She smiled at him as she continued to tease him, licking his shaft up and down both sides, over and over again. It was clear that she was enjoying teasing him.

He thrashed his head around in frustration at her teasing and pleaded with her, "God, please, Daphne..."

She relented, and swallowed his cock. It felt to Brad like she had literally removed his cock, stuck it in her mouth and swallowed it down her throat.

He looked down at her again to see her deep-throating him expertly, not even a hint of a gag reflex. He had no idea how she was making his cock feel so good, but she must have been doing something with her tongue and swallowing action.

"OH GOD DAPHNE! FUCK! Oh god, you suck my cock so good. Uhhhh. Yeah. Suck on that dick Daphne." Brad's hips were pumping futilely, as Daphne had complete control of him, moving her head and neck as necessary to not allow Brad to either withdraw or pump forward, teasing him deliciously. "Oh fuck yes. Hurrrrr."

What she was doing was amazing, but still, Brad found the lack of a pumping motion was becoming frustrating. This woman was amazing, able to take him to a whole other plane of teasing.

"I have to fuck you girl. We're going to fuck," he laid it out. He stood up, withdrawing his cock from Daphne's mouth and throat.

"MWAH!" she said as the tube steak was removed. She looked a little scared, but Brad was too far gone to stop now.

"Maybe... maybe we should stop," she tentatively stated.

He reached down and unzipped her track top, pulling it from her, revealing her round 34Es held only by a smooth, restrictive sports bra.

He grabbed the hem of her sports bra, and in one swift move pulled it up over her head and off. She was obviously agreeable as she lifted up her arms to help.

He watched, mesmerised as her big, heavy breasts were pulled and stretched upwards by the bra, before bouncing back into their natural, round shape and position.

"Brad, I think we should stop," she said, a little more confidently.

Brad slid his hands down the outside of each breast, hunching his back and hips to reach down, unintentionally bringing his cock back to Daphne's lips, where, after a moment's hesitation, she mouthed and made out with the head sensually. He reached further down, around and under her udders, to heft and lift them, shaking them and making them jiggle. He curled his fingertips up towards the front, tickling the tips of her nipples and flicking them, bringing both he and her pleasure.

He had a pretty good idea she wanted him to stop because she wasn't exactly in control this time, and was probably worried he might find a little secret in her panties. But he'd been operating under the assumption of its existence anyway. In fact, he knew the thought was giving him an extra erotic charge. So he had no fear concerning that. If she wanted to stop for some other reason, she'd have to tell him soon.

She knelt in front of him, half his cock in her mouth being lovingly kissed and sucked, while he crouched over her, caressing and jiggling her hefty tits in his hands. 

 She made a few grunts, and he could feel her trying to extract herself from his cock, but their positions made it difficult. He didn't want to make her do something she wasn't happy with though, and so he released her bountiful bosoms, stood up straight again, before removing his shirt, leaving him naked.

She pulled her mouth off his cock, leaving it to wave, rigid, in the air. She looked up to him.

"I'm sorry Brad, I don't think we can do this," she said.

"I can do this, I want to do this, and I need to do this. You're driving me wild Daphne. You're so beautiful. I have to get back inside your tight arse again."

She frowned slightly at that. "You don't know what you're asking."

"I think I do actually," he said.

He placed his hands under her armpits and helped her to stand. Pulling her to her feet, his hard-on pointed right at her pubic mound, her slightly taller height causing that.

He took her in his arms and pulled her in tight. She angled her hips down, and off to the side, away from his own, pretty much confirming his suspicions. She was worried he would feel her and freak out no doubt. She had no idea he'd already worked it out and was really excited. His erection was pressed tight between them, pressed up against her abdomen and thigh.

"Uhhhh," she moaned, and held tight to his back, her head going over his shoulders and nuzzling into his own head.

Starting at her shoulder blades, he slowly massaged her back, moving his hands down her naked back. When he reached her waistband he didn't even pause, quickly sliding his fingers beneath her sweatpants and again feeling the delicious lace of her thong.

He needed to do this quick he figured, not give her time to react until it was clear that he was all in. He had no idea what he would find, how she had things aligned down there, and to be honest this would be his first time even seeing a dick on a girl, but he figured he had to prove he was ok with it very quickly.

Hooking his thumbs over the waistband of her pants and thong, he stepped back from her, reefed down her pants and thong and dropped to his knees in front of her, all in one motion.

"OH!" she exclaimed, "What are you doing?!?"

She was trying to step back and turn away from Brad, but he'd kept her pants just high enough that they trapped her legs and she couldn't easily step out of them.

Brad stared at her crotch, confused. She had a small patch of trimmed pubic hair above a completely smooth mound. It was different, not like anything he'd ever seen in any porn. There was more definition than a normal girl's mound. It looked sort of more, out, or taller, and round. It actually looked, sort of like there was a tube, tucked down around between her legs... IDIOT! She had her penis tucked between her legs, of course she did. He'd been expecting to see a shaft either hanging in front of him, or even an erect cock, possibly even a regular pussy, but this actually made more sense.

"Brad, let me go," she cried.

Daphne struggled to move, to escape exposure of her secret, but he'd trapped her well, and held her with his hands on her tiny, pert bum so that she couldn't escape. Her struggles were however working her penis loose.

It slowly appeared, worked from between her thighs until it hung in front of his face.

Her struggles ceased when he pushed his lips against the shaft in a soft, tentative kiss.

"Ohhhh," she moaned, "what... what are you doing... don't... you... can't see..." she muttered unintelligibly, staring down at him now.

He had no idea what he was doing, but he figured the most important thing had been to get her out of her panties, get her secret out, and show her he was fine with it by touching it. And it seemed to have worked.

"Oh Brad, what are you doing?" she asked, breathlessly.

"I knew, well, I suspected that... that you were... that you had..." he wasn't sure how to continue, so he placed another kiss on her penis, and watched as it lurched.

"A penis? A dick? How did you know?" she asked.

Her hand was on his head, softly ruffling his hair.

"I..." he started, wondering if he was ready to give a full confession. "Well, the other night I couldn't sleep, and I heard a noise from Sara's bedroom. And... well, I know it's bad, but I snuck a look under her door."

"You pervert, Brad," she replied, without any sting to the statement, more like simply stating a fact.

She bobbed down to disentangle herself. Brad leaned back to give her room, but stayed on his knees.

"I know, it was a terrible thing to do but... what I saw... well I couldn't get it out of my mind," feeling he needed to make a full confession before she judged him, he forged on. "And then, the other night when we got together, and you wanted me in your arse, without any pussy play whatsoever, followed by kicking me out and having an orgasm all to yourself, well... that was emasculating. I got to thinking about it, and then after a while, I sort of added the two things together and assumed that... you too had... were... had a penis," he finished, uncertain again.

She stood back from him, naked now, her penis was probably average, maybe a little under, since Brad considered himself to be average and he knew he was bigger than her. It looked to be about half hard and maybe 5" long, though not too thick. She looked down at him, kneeling on the floor.

"So you still want to play? Even though you know I have my little plaything?" she asked, and softly caressed it.

Brad peeled off his remaining clothes and stood up to face her, his cock rock-hard.

"Does this answer your question?" he retorted, then manoeuvred the rigid, fleshy head of his rod to bump into her own, mainly achieved because of their differing heights because he was hard and long, while she was not.

Suddenly she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him against her. The movement caused his rod to slide down between her legs and bump up against her butt cheeks. Her own hardening penis was sandwiched between them. Her lips hungrily assaulted his, her tongue invaded his mouth, searching for, finding and sliding sensually all over his tongue.

He took a moment to get over his shock, and then returned her enthusiasm, sliding his own tongue into her mouth and reaching around to fill his hands with her tight, pert little bum. As they kissed, he kneaded her cheeks in his hands, rolling the tight flesh around like dough, and occasionally giving them a light, playful slap. Her hands roamed his back, caressing his shoulder blades, and slid down his back to pinch his bum.

His rod was rock hard, lodged between her legs and rubbing between the bottom of her butt cheeks, his kneading action rubbing the top of his cock. He could feel her penis slowly harden as well, sandwiched between their thighs and slowly climbing higher.

She pulled her mouth back and told him breathlessly, "Come on, let's go to my room," she grinned at him, "and this time I might let you stay a little longer."

He grinned back at her, not letting go of her butt cheeks just yet.

"Is this yours?" she asked and reached behind her to fondle his cock head.

"It's yours tonight," he replied, clenching and causing his rod to bounce a bit in its tight cocoon.

"Let's go," she said and released him.

As she stepped away, he let her go, but she grabbed hold of his shaft to lead him to her room like a dog. If he'd had a tail, it would have been wagging.

Once in her room, she turned around and fell onto her bed on her back and moved upwards. She reached over and grabbed some lube from her nightstand and was soon lathering it over her arse, with her legs spread lewdly wide. Her other hand used a bit of lube to stroke her hard, little cock.

"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked, staring into his eyes as she worked a couple of fingers into her bum, lubing it up.

He looked down at her ministrations, her 5" rod looked completely hard now as she rubbed it up and down. He didn't need to be asked twice.

He climbed onto the bed eagerly, aiming his cock towards her lubed-up, tight, wrinkled, puckered arsehole. He put his hands on her inner thighs, caressing them, before pushing them just a little wider, as if presenting her treasures on a platter.

Without touching his cock, he aimed it at her arsehole and rubbed his head through the lube she'd accumulated around the opening, adding his pre-cum to the mix and smearing it around.

"Uh yeah," she moaned, "slide that cock inside me again Brad. Punish me for kicking you out."

He moved into position, placing his hands beside her chest, allowing her breasts to rub the inside of his arms as he braced them. He angled his hips down that little bit further, and lodged the tip of his dick in the puckered ring of her arse, holding it there for a moment, teasing her a little. It was like the slit of his cock was kissing the tiny, flexing opening of her arse.

"I'm gonna fuck you hard Daphne, show you I can make you cum buckets," he told her.

She stroked her hard cock, and used her other hand to play with her nipple.

He had a brief thought of Jeff, knowing that it was only their conversation that had him in this position instead of reacting with fear and bigotry as he would have thought was expected. Instead, he was pushing his rock-hard shaft up inside Daphne's lubed-up, slick, tight little anus.

"Uhhhhhh."

"Uhhhhhh," they both moaned as he pushed his dick halfway up her bum.

The lube was slick, and warm. He pulled back, only to push slowly back inside and gained another couple of inches. Her eyes fluttered, but continued to gaze up at him.

"Uhh, yes," she moaned.

"Oh god," he gasped.

With another stroke, he bottomed out inside her, his balls hanging low and brushing her arse cheeks, while her own nuts rested above his embedded shaft.

"Oh god," exclaimed Daphne.

"Fuck yes."

He had his hands on the bed, either side of her stomach, his legs splayed out just a bit. Her legs were spread wide, giving him full access. He held himself embedded inside her, enjoying the tight warmth of her snug passage.

"Uhhhhhh," he groaned, as he slowly withdrew until only the head was left inside. Her tight, puckered ring strangled his erection tightly as he pulled back.

"Oh god yes," she gasped as he pushed himself back inside her again.

He settled into a rhythm of slow strokes inside her. He watched her stroke her cock, a little faster than his own fucking motions.

"You like my little clitty?" she asked him.

"It's beautiful," he told her, before he took hold of it for her, holding himself up with one arm and brushing aside her own stroking hand. This freed her up to tweak both her nipples at the same time, a pleasure she availed herself of immediately.

At first he simply caressed it, getting used to the feeling of a cock other than his own. Assessing himself, he didn't feel gay. He was lying between the legs of a tall, athletic, sexy girl, and the thought of doing the same with a man did not interest him at all.

He started to stroke slowly, matching the pace of his stroking with his thrusting.

She bounced on the bed in an effort to speed him up. Then she tried to take over again, and for a moment they fought over who was going to stroke her. He knew that no-one knew her better than herself, but he wanted to give himself a chance.

"Fuck me HARDER! FUCK ME! FUCK!" she shouted at him.

"Oh god," was his only reply, as the slick sensation of his shaft sliding inside her nether depths, tightly gripped by her, tingled along his cock.

He kept at it, but he could tell she was frustrated and wanted more. He released her dick and lowered himself down, sandwiching her woody between their stomachs.

Moving into position, he inhaled her breast, or as much as he could of it, sucking her nipple deep inside his mouth. His upper body remained in position, but he used his lower body, swivelling back and forth like a pendulum to keep up the fucking motions.

"OH SUCK MY TITTY! FUCK ME GOOD!" she cried.

He used the suction grip to shake her jug all around, causing the tight flesh to ripple before his eyes. He used his tongue to lap at her nipple, tweak it, and run circles around it.

Releasing her tit-mound, he moved his face between the two fleshy sacks of pleasure and started to motorboat between them. Obligingly, Daphne held them up to help him, and giggled as she watched him play.

He repeated his treatment on her other nipple, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked the hard little pleasure nub into his mouth, bringing it into range of his nipple and slathering his attention on it.

Finally he raised himself up and looked down to see the raw lust in her eyes.

He picked up the strength of his thrusts, really driving into her and bottoming out.

In response she spat in her hand and started jerking her little dick like she was trying to rip it off.

She threw her head back and screamed, "OH GOD I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING BRAD! FUCK!"

She wrapped her legs around his arse, and tried to hold him inside. After a couple of stuttering thrusts he realised her intentions and allowed her to hold him deep inside.

As she came, he felt her cute little balls bob about, and her cock squirted thin, futalucent cream up onto her stomach, a couple of spurts even managing to adorn her breasts.

"OH FUCK YES! FUCK! YES! OH GOD!" she exclaimed.

Her orgasm caused all her muscles to clench rhythmically, and that in turn felt like she was internally massaging his cock.

Finally her cock was spent, and she laid back, her post-orgasmic expression something truly and utterly beautiful.

Brad however, hadn't got his end away, and desperately wanted to get back into it. He tentatively pulled back, and Daphne's eyes gave a start.

"Oh... wait Brad... let me just..." she said before pushing back against him in an effort to get him to withdraw.

In disappointment, Brad pulled out and left his slick, rigid cock wavering in the air with anticipation.

Daphne grabbed a little more lube and slicked herself again, then tiredly turned over in front of Brad.

"Do it like this," she told him as she positioned her arse in the air on her knees, her tight little butt cheeks quivering, while she laid her torso flat on the bed and rested on a pillow, causing her own pillows to flatten out against the bed. Her back was arched leaving it looking like half a skateboard ramp.

Brad was keen, and wasted no time sinking back inside her depths. He took her hips in his hands and pulled her back against him. The freedom of fucking her arse doggy style again, but this time with them both naked, was fantastically luxurious.

He used long strokes, and again started slowly. He could feel her tight muscles flexing in her hips and butt as she worked with him to help him shaft her good.

Periodically he'd slow down his motions, letter her take control, and she would do so immediately, rocking her body back and forth. Her arse shimmied and undulated on his cock in a figure of eight pattern as it worked his rod.

He marvelled at her trim waist, sliding his hands up and softly caressing her waist, then sliding back and feeling her hips as they thrust into each other.

Brad alternated between looking down at her stellar body, working him, and throwing his head back in consummate ecstasy.

He had almost no warning that he was about to cum. The telltale build-up of pleasure from balls to shaft to tip was so sudden he had almost no time to react.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum Daphne, I'm cumming! OH GOD! I'M CUMMING!" he exclaimed.

"DO IT! CUM UP MY ARSE! SHOOT YOUR SPUNK IN MY BUTT BRAD! CUM UP MY ARSE! CUM!" she shouted at him.

He held himself deeply embedded inside her, and felt the amazing lurches as his cock went about the spasms required to deposit his seething load of cream inside her tunnel.

"OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDD! OHHHHHH YESSS!" Brad moaned.

Her arse was soon packed tight with Brad's man-cream.

"Oh god, oh god, you're filling me up, I'm full Brad, I'm full," she told him confirming what he could feel as well.

They both panted, and held still while Brad came down from the high of his orgasm.

Carefully, he withdrew, noting how much slicker she was with his splooge packed into her butt.

He pulled out, and looked down to see his goopy mess start to ooze out of her.

With what looked like a practiced move, Daphne rolled to the side, kicking her leg up straight and high to disentangle herself from Brad, then darted towards the bathroom.

He wondered to himself if she would expect him to leave now. In exhaustion he laid out flat, but tried not to look too comfortable.

She was in the bathroom for a few minutes, and Brad's eyelids became heavy. He was excited for what had just happened, but he was left alone, and it had been a long day. But it was important to talk to Daphne, and make sure she was okay with him knowing about her, and while he'd love to stay in her bed, it was her bed and her choice.

* * *

It was still dark, and he was wrapped around a tight-bodied, feminine figure. He'd fallen asleep in Daphne's bed, without talking to her. He was spooned up behind her and his cock was hard, nestled between her butt-cheeks, her tight, little butt-cheeks. He could feel that she was wearing a thong, and a soft, loose cotton T-shirt. He'd obviously fallen asleep naked so was still dressed so. He considered leaving her bed and going back to the couch, but the rustling and noise of doing so might wake her. Besides, she'd been comfortable enough to let him stay, and he really didn't want to leave.

Satisfied, he snuggled into the covers and repositioned his hand, softly cupping her big breast in his hand, and waited to drift back off to sleep. It took a while, but eventually he was successful.

* * *

He woke up in Daphne's bed alone, his scrabbling arms not finding her. There was however, a delightful, wet suction on his morning glory. Lifting the covers, he looked down into Daphne's eyes, as she gave Brad an awesome blowjob.

"Oh Daphne, my god, that's awesome," he told her.

She continued to suck, and work her lips up and down.

She went on to give Brad one of his most memorable blowjobs ever.

When he released in her mouth she swallowed it down, and seemed to relish it.

She climbed up the bed once he finished. As she moved up he could feel her own aroused girlhood sticking up insider her thong, dragging up his leg and settling against his hip. She still had her soft, comfortable grey T-shirt on and it wrapped her body loosely, but failed to conceal the hardened nipples adorning her heavy, pretty tits. They shared a deep, soulful kiss, the taste of his own seed on her lips, and shared with Brad who showed no discomfort at all.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep last night," he apologised.

"No worries, I was pretty beat as well, and it took me a while in the bathroom too."

"You... you let me stay?" he asked.

She smiled at him and replied, "Well, I didn't have to worry about you discovering my secret, and you got me off pretty well, so there didn't seem to be any reason to wake you up and hustle you out."

"Speaking of your secret," Brad started, and traced a finger along her erection. Her eyes closed and a shudder ran through her. "You got me off, which means it's your turn."

He softly stroked and tickled her rod through her panties with his fingertips.

He wasn't really sure where the sudden desire came from, so he bit his tongue. Then he thought of last night, the fun and the trust she was now showing him. He decided to go with the flow.

"Would you... would you like to do me?" he asked her.

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked into his eyes. The seconds stretched on, and neither of them spoke for what felt like a long time.

"You... you want me to fuck you?" she asked.

He nodded at her.

"You want me to put my cock up your arse?" she asked, looking into his eyes the whole time, obviously testing his resolve. 

 He knew that it was unusual, or at least unexpected. He hadn't made any decisions before this moment, but he wanted to try. "Yes. I know it's going to hurt and it won't be easy, but I do want to do it," he told her.

"Well, I'm normally much more of a bottom, but I like to play top once in a while. Plus, I promise to be gentle."

A couple of minutes later, Daphne was pushing two heavily-lubed fingers up inside his slowly relaxing bum.

"That's it just relax. You need to practice relaxing, and it won't be easy, but once you do, you'll really start to enjoy it," she said and smiled at him.

He was laid out on his back, with his knees pulled up, exposing himself to her. Amazingly, his cock had become half-hard itself, without any attention being paid to it at all.

He'd watched Daphne's little cock maintain a rigid erection the entire time. She'd pulled off her top, but still wore her pink, cotton thong, bulging dramatically with its barely contained payload.

Daphne pulled her fingers out, and produced a condom, and with a practiced movement, slipped her hard-on out the side of her panties and rolled the condom on, before slathering lube along it.

She looked him in the eye again with a big smile, "Are you ready?"

He gave a nod, trying to be confident, but failing.

"You're going to love it. Just remember, try to relax."

He couldn't control it, the fear just had him clenching the moment her spongy head contacted his bum.

She was patient though, gentle, and murmured encouragement, support and tried to sooth his fears.

When she slipped in it felt like a tree trunk, even though he knew she was smaller than he was. Again though, she was patient, soothing and gentle, and waited for him to nod his readiness for her to continue.

It was a strange feeling, very pleasant, but not at all like any kind of sex he'd ever had before. But it was new, and obviously his own cock was not involved right now. This was mostly for Daphne, and a bit of experimentation on his part.

It took a while, but eventually Daphne had worked her little rod all the way inside him. Then she started to stroke. Very slowly she pulled back, probably about halfway, before slowly pushing back inside again.

"Oh," Brad gasped at the changing sensations.

"You okay?" she asked him.

"Yes, it's just... oh god, it feels big."

She graced him with a grin, "Such a compliment."

He smiled weakly at her.

"More?" she asked.

"Yes, but slow."

"Of course baby," she told him.

Brad wasn't counting strokes, but he had noticed they were going faster and faster. He knew they'd reached a good pace for Daphne when she started to praise him.

"Oh yes Brad, such a tight arse, such a nice, tight arse."

By now Brad had his hands on her jiggling jugs, the distraction had helped him relax his arse a bit more. Sometimes she'd spend a few strokes while she was lowered down, rubbing her big breasts against his chest.

His legs flailed as he tried to keep them up out of Daphne's way, and occasionally she helped him by pushing back with her hands.

"Oh god Brad, your arse is so nice, it feels so tight wrapped around my clitty. Mmmmm, so nice."

"Oh, Daphne... fuck, you're so big. Feels like you're splitting me in two."

"That's right baby, take my big clit inside, make me feel so good... so good... oh god... OH! OH! OH YES! OH GOD YES! OH FUCK! OH GOD! I'M CUMMING! OH YES!" she screamed.

She was now pounding into Brad, and there was no doubt that it was hurting, but he was willing to take it, to put aside that pain for Daphne to fully enjoy her pleasure.

The feeling of her shooting her spunk inside a condom, inside his arse was undeniably strange.

They'd worked up quite a sweat, or at least, Brad noticed he had. He was sure Daphne's fitness regime included much worse than this.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" she exclaimed, obviously having reached her peak.

Her strokes slowed, and finally stopped. Brad's arse tingled from the sensations having finally stopped. He still felt full, but really, all the pain was gone.

She gave him a soft kiss on the lips, a supremely sweet gesture. She then whispered to him, "Don't look," and started to withdraw. He followed her instructions.

Once she was off the bed she quickly turned away and Brad could tell she was removing the condom, and he heard it hit the trash.

"Okay, come on, we need a shower," she smiled at him and beckoned him to follow.

* * *

They shared a shower, and both enjoyed rubbing up against the other's body, and they even soaped one another. His cock again got half hard, but neither acknowledged it, content with their sexual activities for the morning.

After the shower, Daphne got dressed in her room in relatively casual clothes and headed for the door.

"See you later Brad?" her tone making it a question.

"Oh, yeah, definitely. Dinner?"

She smiled, "Sure, later then."

Brad smiled and checked his phone to find a text from Jeff, asking him to go for a drink again. He replied with a nearby cafe, and said he'd be there shortly. He really wanted to see Jeff and tell him what happened, maybe try to work out how he felt about it all. He was really thankful for the chat he'd had with Jeff yesterday, and was hoping for some more advice.

Brad had fucked his futanari roommate, Daphne, up the arse, twice now, and thoroughly enjoyed it. Then he'd asked her to take him up the butt, and while it had hurt, he was pretty sure he'd liked it. At that point in time, he was forgetting all about Sara.