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Futatales: Roomies

By: redskyes



Disclaimer: All characters are over eighteen years of age. This futanari story contains questionable morals and inordinate amounts of sex that never result in chafing. If you don't know what 'futanari' means, stop right now, Google it, and then decide if you want to continue reading. Enjoy! 

Editing credit: Blind_Justice

Copyright © 2013 redskyes

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It was almost two o'clock in the morning. I was lounging on the couch in my underwear and tee shirt, spooning Ben & Jerry's Phish Food into my mouth while watching a Eureka marathon on SyFy when I got the call.

"Chloe, Madison's rip-roaring drunk."

It was Kara, one of my roomie's friends. Madison and I had lived together since college. We'd graduated three years ago and just stuck together. We got along great, but we didn't travel in the same social circles. My girlfriends were book worms and MMO gamers (yes, we're out there), but Madison's were social divas, Kara being one of them. I didn't like Madison's friends, and she didn't like mine, but we liked each other, for some reason.

"How is this my problem?" I asked.

"Because she's about to make a scene. She's got two guys fired up to duke it out over her. That, or she's going to take them both upstairs. You need to come get her."

"Shit," I grumbled. "I'll be there in ten."

Stowing my ice cream in the freezer, I pulled on a pair of baggy sweat pants and a hugely oversized sweater, then hopped into my car and headed out. When I got to Kara's house, it was bursting at the seams with mid-twenties men and women. As I made my way inside, I got a lot of funny looks because of my wardrobe. Well, that and because I towered over most of the people there by more than a few inches. Not that I cared how freakishly tall I was, or that I had much of a choice in what I was wearing - I'll get to that last bit later.

I wouldn't be caught dead at a party like this anyway. Aside from the sea of vapid blondes, both bottled and real, it was an absolute sausage-fest. The guys outnumbered the girls by five to one. Way too much competition for me, to be honest, since guys weren't my thing.

Working through the crowd, I grabbed arms, wrists, hands, shoulders, asking around if anyone knew where Madison was. After a few minutes, I was directed upstairs. A couple more stops and I was pointed towards a door at the end of a hallway. Flinging it open, I found my roomie sandwiched between two muscle-bound jocks, her mouth plastered over the blonde one and the brunette with a buzz cut groping her ass from behind.

At least they were still wearing their clothes.

"Madison!" I barked, grabbing her arm and hauling her out of bed.

"Hey, what the fuck!" the blonde guy complained.

"Chloe!" Madison squealed and threw her arms around my neck, hugging me. Poor thing had to stand on the tips of her toes to do it too.

Thinking on my feet, I grabbed her hips and kept her from pressing herself against me. My clothes hid the fact that this was a d-day, but full body contact wouldn't.

"Let's go, Maddy," I said, taking her hand and leading her towards the door. "Time to go home."

Madison tugged on my hand, pulling me back. "Oh, come on! The party's just getting started!"

"Maddy..."

She grabbed my other hand too and leaned in to whisper, her breath reeking of vodka. "You can join us."

I snorted. "No thanks."

"Your loss," she flashed a big drunk-happy smile and turned away to rejoin her hunks.

I could have let her go. It's not like this was the first time I'd had to rescue her, and I knew it wouldn't be the last. Madison was wasted, and I knew from experience that she would remember almost nothing the next day, but those two guys would, and they would talk. We weren't in college anymore, but word would get around town and Madison would have to deal with the fallout of the rumors. Sure, she was flighty and irresponsible, but all in all, she was a nice girl. She deserved better, certainly better than the two douchebags waiting for her. 

I yanked her away from the bed. "We're leaving before you make a spectacle out of yourself."

Madison stumbled behind me as I led her down the hall. "But I don't wear glasses!"

I laughed at that, because she was absolutely serious. It was times like this that I really had to wonder why we were friends. We had almost nothing in common. She was an art gallery manager downtown. She was also the buxom blonde of most men's dreams, tall and statuesque with a year-round bronze tan, the perfect balance of lean and curvy, wide hips and a full ass, narrow waist, and a tremendously generous rack. Her hair fell way down her back in thick golden waves, and she had stunning dark blue eyes. She was gorgeous, and she knew it.

Me, I was a junior tax accountant. I had short black hair that barely covered my ears and hazel green eyes. My skin was pale and I had a fairly lean build, thanks to a gym membership. My hips were kind of narrow, and while my ass was nice and tight, I'd always thought it was a little small. My breasts, on the other hand, were rather full. Not quite as devastating as Madison's double Ds, but big enough to make me just a little top-heavy, in my opinion.

Oh, and if I didn't make it clear earlier, I'm tall for a girl. Like, freakishly tall. I top out just about six-foot. But in heels? The air is thin up there, let me tell you. From a dating perspective, it was a good thing that I was gay.

"You're such a party-pooper," Madison whined as I shoved her into my car.

"Whatever," I grumbled, starting the car. "You ruined a perfectly good date I was on with Ben & Jerry's."

Madison screwed up her face, squinting her glazed-over eyes. "Are those the two dweebs you work with that are always hitting on me?"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh my God."

We were on the road less than a minute when she changed the radio station. We didn't even like the same movies, music, or books. She was all about the latest bubble-gum pop, like Taylor Swift and Demi Levato, while I was into Mumford & Sons and Barenaked Ladies (yes, still). She liked romantic comedies and I preferred campy horror and sci-fi. She devoured supernatural romance novels and I couldn't resist a good crime story.

Yeah, nothing in common.

Back at our apartment, I put my shoulder under Madison's arm and helped her up the stairs. I had to do a tricky balancing act to get my key in the door, but Madison helped in her own way. She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me, pulling my face into her ample cleavage.

"You're so sweet, coming to my rescue," she cooed.

"You're welcome," I mumbled into her boobs.

Despite the vodka on her breath, I couldn't help but notice how nice she smelled. Madison was head-over-heels for this high-end body spray that, she swears, strippers use all the time. She smelled like watermelon, and it always made my mouth water just like the real thing.

Fumbling our way into the apartment with her arm around my shoulders, she patted the side of my face with her hand. "You're my shining knight in armor."

"I think you mean knight in shining armor, Maddy."

She burped all of the sudden, but the sound had a hint of danger to it. Madison giggled, but with as much as she'd partied over the years, I had become very familiar with that particular kind of burp.

I kicked open the bathroom door and sat her down on the floor near the toilet, then got a bath going.

"What are you doing, Chloe?" she asked, leaning back, her head thudding against the wall. She rubbed at the spot and moaned. "Ouuuuch."

"I'm getting your bath ready," I replied, adding soap, lavender salt and tea tree oil.

"Why? I took a shower before the party."

She burped again.

I sighed and straightened up, then turned around to look down at her with my hands on my hips. "Because you're about to throw up, sweetie."

She scoffed and blew a chunk of blonde hair out of her eye. "No, I'm not." She pushed up to her feet and wobbled, slapping an arm against the wall for balance. "I'm perfegly fine. In fack, I could really go for another dring right about...hungh!"

I held her hair for her while she threw up into the toilet. When the dry heaves had passed, I wet a washcloth in the sink with cold water and went back to her to wipe her face and get her into the bath. I tried to be as clinical as I could while helping her undress. So I ignored her huge firms breasts with long nipples, her narrow waist, flared hips, long legs and the waxed-smooth mound between them. It wasn't easy, but the milky water and suds eventually concealed most of her body, giving me a break.

"Why do you put up with me?" she asked quietly, eyes closed and head back against the tub.

"Isn't it obvious?" I said, checking the temp of the bath with my hand and adding more hot water. When I looked at Madison, her dark blue eyes were staring at me, sleepy but more or less aware. "I'm secretly in love with you."

She giggled and patted my arm. "Oh, that's right."

It was kind of a running joke. One night during our freshman year of college, Madison and I had gotten quite drunk in our dorm room. Long story short, we ended up fooling around. It was her first girl-on-girl experience, but not mine. I'd come out of the closet my senior year in high school. Madison wasn't gay, nor bisexual. At best, she was bicurious. I say that because that wasn't her last lezzy experience. When the two of us got drunk enough, which was about twice a year, it was kind of inevitable that we'd fool around. Anyway, the joke specifically referred to the fact that despite how little girl-on-girl experience Madison had, she really loved to eat a peach now and then, and she was quite good at it. In fact, no other girl had ever made me come as much nor as hard with her mouth as Madison had.

She grinned, and as if reading my thoughts, asked, "You're not drunk at all, are you?"

"Uhm, no," I smirked.

"That's too bad."

I raised an eyebrow.

She bit her lower lip and grinned again. "I could really go for a fur burger right now."

Well, that was just great. She was more than drunk enough to be ready and willing to go down on me. The bad part was that it had to be that particular night. Why couldn't it have been last night, or tomorrow night? No, it had to be tonight. Well, fuck.

I splashed her face with water and she yelped. "You are so crass."

Both of us laughed for a bit. She gazed at me for a while, and though she was wasted, I could tell that she was thinking something over, and hard.

"What?" I said.

Madison looked over at my hand on the side of the tub, then she picked it up and held it. "Nothing," she murmured, kissing the back of my hand. "Sometimes I forget how much you mean to me."

I looked away so that she wouldn't see me blush. It wasn't like I was smitten with her. I could never see myself with someone like Madison. She was funny, smart, independent, and like I said, she had a very talented tongue. But girlfriend material? Hell no. Still, I'd be lying if I said wasn't attracted to her, and with the fairly recent change in my life, I was very attracted to her.

Madison kissed my hand again, then she started kissing my fingers. I narrowed my gaze and she gave me a sultry look while licking her tongue around my finger rather suggestively.

"You're drunk, Maddy," I snorted, pulling my hand back and doing my best to ignore how hard my nipples were, and that something else was getting hard too.

She caught my finger between her teeth and smiled, then pursed her lips and kissed the tip. "I know. You should take advantage of me while you can." She set my hand on her chest and I could feel the upper swells of her breasts just grazing my palm. "Who knows when I'll be drunk enough again?"

For a second, just a second, I considered it.

"Get your bubble-butt up," I snorted.

"I do not have a bubble-butt!" she protested, eyes wide.

Madison climbed up to her feet to stand in front of me in all her naked glory, water running in rivulets down her lush body, dripping from her nipples. She put her hands on her hips and turned this way and that, modeling her insanely feminine figure. I felt a stirring underneath my sweat pants, which wasn't good.

I really needed to get out of there, before Madison noticed that all wasn't exactly what it seemed in Chloe-land. Without getting into the details - because they don't really matter - most of the time I'm a perfectly normal and healthy young woman in her mid-twenties. But the other days? Well, on those, my anatomy is rather different. I call them d-days, because when I wake up in the morning - don't freak out - I'm a dickgirl. My vagina will have been replaced with a big dick and a pair of enormous balls, all of it fully functional. For the last few months, I had been putting it to good use with three different women, two around my age and one in her early thirties. No idea how it was that they hadn't blabbed about it to anyone, but they'd kept my secret, and all I'd had to do was ask.

No, I don't know how the transformation thing works. I just know that magic is involved, and that my extra anatomy respects the fact that I wax regularly, so everything down there is always smooth and hairless, regardless of what day it is. There's no regularity to it either. It's totally random. Monday morning? Just a girl. Tuesday morning? Big, fat schlong and enormous sack hanging between my legs. It was impossible to predict when it would happen. Made scheduling dates with my girlfriends a real pain in the ass, actually.

Madison almost caught me on a day that I woke up with extra body mass. I was in the shower when she came into the bathroom to brush her teeth, and she saw me through the foggy glass door, my dick just swinging between my legs. I'd turned away just in time. She must not have gotten a good look though, because she never said anything. She stared at me for the next few days though.

Anyway, this particular day was a dong-day, so at that moment, I had a partially soft but rather impressive schlong down the leg of my sweatpants and enormous nuts that were full to bursting.

I grabbed a towel and threw it at her. "Come on, Maddy. Time for bed."

Her pouty expression seemed out of place to me, unless I was missing something.

"Fine," she huffed, wrapping the towel around her. "Be that way."

Madison glared at me and shouldered by me on her way out of the bathroom. I just gaped at her. She was pissed? At me?  What the hell did I do? Aside from picking up her drunken ass before making a fool out of herself, holding her hair back while she yacked, and drawing a bath for her and making sure she didn't drown in the damn thing, of course. Sure seemed pretty goddamn charitable of me.

I followed her to her room and leaned against the door frame. She was sitting on the bench in front of her vanity, trying to brush out her hair. She was still wasted though, and her movements were clumsy. She wasn't so much grooming her hair as just angrily yanking the brush through her tangled locks. Even when she was pissed, and a drunken mess, she was still gorgeous.

"Did I do something wrong, Maddy?"

"You didn't do anything, Chloe," she huffed and yanked the brush through her hair again. "Nothing at all." Her brush caught in her hair and she yelped. "Ow! Fucking hair!"

With a sigh, I went over to stand behind her and gently worked the brush out of the knot, then I started brushing her hair. I watched her in the mirror while taming her locks. Her shoulders were slumped and her head was hanging forward, her glossy eyes staring at the top of her vanity.

With the knots worked out of her hair, I pulled her back to lean against me, her head on my stomach, and I brushed the top and sides of her head. Slowly, Madison relaxed, shuffling back on the bench to lean into me. Her towel came loose and, inch by inch, it fell away. When her big firm breasts spilled out into the open, I had to take a step back so that she didn't feel my slowly waking erection.

When her hair was once again soft and luxurious, I put the brush down and set my hands on her shoulders. She reached up to put her hands over mine and turned her cheek against my stomach. She looked less angry now, more sad than anything.

"What's going on, Maddy?"

She laughed bitterly and closed her eyes, then covered her face with her hands. "I can't believe I'm pissed about this."

"Pissed about what?" I frowned.

She looked at me in the mirror. "BFFs, right?"

"Sure."

"I can tell you anything and you won't judge me?"

I made a face. "You know I won't."

Her eyes glistened as she looked at me, then she all but whispered, "I kind of miss you."

"Kind of?" I said with mock offense.

Madison laughed, then she licked her lips nervously and nodded.

I wasn't sure where this was coming from. Unless I was at work, I was home. Her social life was much busier than mine. If she didn't see me as often as she liked, it wasn't my doing. Unless she was upset because she wanted me to go out with her, something I rarely did, on account of not liking her friends.

I smiled with a frown. "Maddy, I'm always here. If you need something, you just need to ask."

"I know," she sighed and got up from the bench.

When she looked away from the mirror, I made a quick adjustment of my sweatpants, letting my erection bounce up against my hip. It was almost poking out from under my sweats, but my sweater was more than long enough to hide it.

Madison made her way over to the bed, her towel left on the bench, and she flopped onto her stomach on the mattress. For a moment or two, I just stared at her naked body. Her skin was so smooth that it had a shine to it. Her ass - oh my God, her ass - just begged to be kissed and nibbled. Even her back was sexy, soft and smooth with two little dimples just above her butt. While I gaped at her, Madison reached up behind her and pulled her long blonde hair off to one side, baring her neck.

"Could you give me a back rub?" she mumbled.

"Sure."

I went over and got her favorite lotion out of her nightstand. Madison turned her head and looked me over, then made a sour face. "My God. What are you wearing?"

I chuckled.

She rolled onto her side, facing me, and pushed up onto her arm. My eyes were drawn to the smooth valley between her legs, but I tore them away when I felt my cock jerk in my sweats.

"No, seriously, Chloe. You picked me up from the party wearing that? "

I shut the drawer and shrugged. "So what?"

She shook her head and laughed. "It's hideous! "

I rolled my eyes, rubbing the lotion into my palms. "I wasn't there to get laid. Now turn over."

She grinned and rolled onto her back. "Do my front first."

Oh, how I wanted to do that, but not today. "You can do your front on your own."

"But I don't want to," she whined, giving me puppy-dog eyes. "Please? Pamper me for a bit?"

I sighed. "Fine."

Madison squeaked and flipped onto her back. I started at her feet and worked my way up her long, long legs, pushing my fingers into her stiff muscles to work the tension out of them.

"Mmm. That's nice," she murmured.

When I reached her knees, she parted her legs a little, and there it was, her smoothly waxed mound, all nice and neat and baby soft. She had an arm over her eyes so I just drank her in with my gaze while working more lotion into her thighs, remembering how hot she'd been in my mouth when I'd gone down on her seven months, sixteen days and about four hours ago (maybe I'm a bit obsessed with her). The last time we'd fooled around had been before I had my secret.

Ever since the radical change in my life, my attraction to her had grown stronger with every passing day. She wasn't doing it intentionally, and she was completely unaware of the effect she had on me, but Madison was a tease. She barely wore anything when it was just us around the apartment. She constantly pranced around in panties and a tank top, baby tee, camisole, or halter top. She was a huge fucking cock-tease, is what she was, but again, she wasn't actually guilty of doing anything.


Futatales: Roomies Ch. 02



Disclaimer: All characters are over eighteen years of age. This futanari story contains questionable morals and inordinate amounts of sex that never result in chafing. If you don't know what 'futanari' means, stop right now, Google it, and then decide if you want to continue reading. Enjoy!

Editing credit: Blind_Justice

Copyright © 2013 redskyes

Author's note: A little perspective from Madison this time...

Okay, so my six-foot-tall, Amazonian-nerd of a roommate had a dick. Fucking weird, right? Chloe had spilled the whole story, though it wasn't very complicated. Apparently, she bought a stylized charm from a curio shop and woke up the next morning with a huge dong penis a big pair of testicles. Magic was involved, or something, from some lady called Freyja. A witch, I guess? I don't know. Chloe said she used to be a goddess, and still kind of was. Whatever. I wasn't into that occult stuff.

Chloe also said her boy parts came and went each morning, entirely at random. Me, I'd have run screaming to the hills that first morning I woke up with a cock and balls. But Chloe was a rip-roaring lesbian, so I guess it worked out rather well for her.

I hadn't seen her since that Saturday morning. It was now Tuesday, and I wasn't making much headway planning the art showing that was coming up (some bearded hipster that painted smartphones in Victorian era settings, or some such nonsense). Why? I couldn't stop thinking about one thing in particular.

My roommate had a cock! And she'd fucked me with it!

Well, she said she did. Last Saturday morning, there had been a dull ache low in my body that told me someone had certainly fucked me, and fucked me good too. Problem was, I didn't remember it. What I did remember was very little. I remember having fun with a couple of jocks at Karen's place and Chloe bursting in to drag me away. Truth be told, I was immensely grateful for it. Those two asswipes would have gossiped endlessly about making a sex sandwich out of me, so Chloe had saved me an awful lot of trouble.

She was like that, always there for me when I needed her, even when I didn't know that I needed her. We weren't BFFs or anything, and we had practically nothing in common at all. But she was sweet. And she was sweet on me too. I know it's horribly shallow of me, but I kept Chloe around because of how she made me feel, at least in the beginning. She's had a crush on me for years and I know she's attracted to me. I liked the attention. Actually, no. I loved the attention. She was honest, loyal, and because of her crush on me, she was almost outright doting. She made me feel wanted, desired and special.

I liked her though. Really, I did. She was just such a sweet girl (did I say that already)? I wouldn't say that we could ever travel in the same social circles, but Chloe could be soooo pretty if she tried. Her skin was pale, but in a good way, like fresh cream, and her super-short hair looked fantastic with her build. She was tall though. Holy shit, was she tall. I was about five-foot-ten, give or take half an inch. But Chloe, fuck, she was like, I don't know, six-one? Six-two? Maybe not that tall, but Jesus, she seemed a lot taller than me. I had to look up at her a little, if that gives you an idea.

Anyway, she was built like a runner, but not super lean. Actually, I bet the reason she wasn't more into athletics was because of her boobs. Not enormous like mine, but pretty damn big for a girl like her. I got her a couple bras for Christmas last year, 38Cs, and she had to exchange them. Same cup though. Oh, and did I mention her ass? Holy shit, she had a fantastic ass! It was the ass of a teenage boy! It was a real shame that I wasn't gay, because I could spend hours nibbling on a butt like hers. 

I wouldn't say I was bisexual, since Chloe was the only girl I'd ever fooled around with, but holy Hell, she was a lot of fun in bed. She thought I'd only play with her when I was drunk, but I tricked her a couple of times, acting drunk when I was merely buzzed. Why? I was playing it safe, I guess. It didn't bother me that she was gay, nor that she had a crush on me, but both of those put together did bother me. Well, they worried me. I didn't want to fool around with her when she knew I was sober and thus inadvertently give her the idea that I was in love with her. That would just be cruel. I was pretty sure she'd get totally hooked on me. Like, forever.

Besides, I couldn't do the lesbian thing. Eating at the Y was fun now and then, and so was opening up my own deli doors for her. But all the time? No. I liked cock, plain and simple.

But oh my God, Chloe had a cock!

I swear, I just couldn't wrap my head around that. I sure wished I could remember more though. I knew that she took me home, and I dimly recalled her holding my hair out of the way when I threw up, and later, giving me a bath. I also remembered her putting lotion on me, at my request, but everything after that was a blur. I think she went down on me while I dreamt about getting well and truly fucked by a hot stud. After making me promise not to tell anyone, Chloe told me her secret, and that I hadn't been dreaming, that the 'hot stud' had been her.

You know the really fucked up part? I didn't have a burning desire to tell anyone! How messed up is that? I mean, I just found out that my pretty (very pretty, if I really thought about it) and totally sweet roommate was...dual gendered?...and I didn't want to tell anyone! Then again, I did promise not to, so maybe I was more honorable than I thought. Still, fucking strange.

Like I said, I hadn't really seen Chloe since that last Saturday morning, but I had tried peeking in on her while she was in the shower this morning, and a couple of nights ago. You know what I saw between her legs? A smoothly waxed vagina. That's what. Where was this dick she claimed to have? Where were the balls? My memory was fuzzy enough that I was beginning to doubt what she'd told me. Maybe I'd had enough time to process her crazy story, because I almost didn't believe her by that point. I guess I had to see it to believe it.

Besides, Chloe hadn't been able to prove it. Not any of it. I'd yanked her shorts down last Saturday morning and had seen nothing but a smooth coochy, the same as when I peeked in on her in the shower. So, as far as I could tell, she was making it all up. Still, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Someone had certainly fucked the hell out of me Friday night.

Having accomplished little to nothing that day, I cut out early and went home, determined to get a good look at Chloe's supposed boy parts. She wasn't home. If I logged into World of Warcraft - as if! - I'm sure I'd have found her online. She does that sometimes, after work, hangs out at coffee shops with her laptop and goes on raves or something or other. I'd just have to wait her out, I guess.

I puttered around our apartment and on Facebook for a while, anything to pass the time. Turned out to be a lot of time, because by ten o'clock, Chloe still wasn't home. I was washing off my mud mask when Chloe finally got in, so I finished up as quickly as I could and went out to say hello. Just in case she wasn't lying about her now-and-then boy parts, I was wearing my usual attire, a thong and a ridiculously short cutoff tee shirt that barely covered my boobs. I figured if she was telling the truth, and she happened to be sporting a dick that day, then I'd see something spring up under her clothes.

"Hi Maddy," she smiled wanly, setting down her briefcase and heading for the kitchen.

I muttered a hello back at her, but she didn't seem to notice my outfit at all. I was offended at first, but watching her amble into the kitchen, it was fairly obvious that she was exhausted. She was wearing gray slacks and a gray vest over a white short-sleeve dress shirt, and damn, I had to admit, the girl made it work. She looked great, actually, and not unfit for the cover of a fashion mag.

Oh, and no obvious bulge under her slacks, by the way.

"Rough day at work?" I asked.

Chloe nodded and tossed her vest over the back of a chair before pouring herself a big glass of merlot. "God, yes," she groaned. "Some asshole intern cocked up our filing system, so I had to stay late to fix it before the regional manager comes in tomorrow morning."

"Interesting choice of words," I muttered.

"What," she frowned at me, then smiled over the rim of her goblet. "Cocked up?"

I bounced my eyebrows once, going for casual, or bored. Anything that she wouldn't interpret to be keen interest, which I had in spades.

Chloe took another sip of wine and smacked her lips. "Something on your mind, Madison?"

I shrugged and walked away. "No. Not really." Aside from the possibility that you're a girl and you fucked me with a cock the other night, I added silently.

Chloe chuckled quietly behind me.

Why the act on my part, you wonder? Because something had happened over the weekend, a power shift, I think. I said I hadn't seen Chloe since Saturday morning, but I didn't mean that I hadn't seen her at all. We bumped into each other now and then, but no matter how brief our exchanges were, Chloe was different. She seemed more...confident, I guess. Almost cocky.

Heh. Cocky.

Anyway, my point is that while Chloe wasn't exactly mousy, she tended to defer decisions to me when I was around, followed my lead, went along with whatever I wanted to do (unless it involved clubbing or partying). But ever since Saturday, she walked taller, kept her shoulders back, lifted her chin just a little higher than before, and when she grinned or smiled, there was a kind of subtle naughtiness to it, like she knew something I didn't.

I guess from her point of view, she did, because she remembered fucking me and I didn't remember a damn thing.

I was heading for my room when she announced from behind me, "I'm taking a shower."

"Whatever," I shrugged and closed my door.

I didn't stay in my room for long. About five minutes after I heard the shower running, I tip-toed into the hallway and eased the bathroom door open just enough so that I could see inside. I could see her well enough behind the fogged glass, soaping up her tall and lean body. Her hips didn't flare out like mine did, but damn, the girl had big boobs. Not as big as mine, sure, but on her, they almost looked out of place. Really pretty boobs, actually. It wasn't so much her cup size that was so large for her frame, but her bust. Her breasts didn't thrust way out from her chest like mine did, but they were wide. Just then, she had her back turned to me with her arms raised to shampoo her hair, and I could see the sides of her tits just fine, if that gives you an idea of her chestly assets.

She turned in profile to rinse the shampoo from her hair, then turned again, fully facing me. I glanced down her body. Nope, no cock. Just a smooth mound between her long, long legs, a mound that she was currently washing. With a quiet snort, I turned to leave, but then I heard it, a soft moan. I looked that way and saw Chloe lift one foot up onto the bench seat at the back of the shower, then she tilted her head back and plunged two fingers inside her cooch.

Oh my God. She was masturbating!

I blushed furiously.

Don't get me wrong. I masturbate all the time, and I use toys too. But I consider those very private moments. It felt wrong for me to watch her, but I just couldn't look away. My attraction to Chloe was born of simple drunken curiosity, years ago. She was a tried-and-true geek, socially awkward, and aside from dressing for work she had no fashion sense whatsoever. But if Chloe was anything, she was a sensual being. I'd known that before, from when we fooled around together. In bed, the girl was more confident than almost every single guy I'd ever been with, and skilled to the max, I should add.

But this was different. Watching her pushing two fingers in and out of her body while another diddled her stiff little clit, I realized how comfortable she was with her body, and how much she enjoyed it. Me, I masturbated to take the edge off, but watching Chloe do it, I realized that she did it because she loved it. It was a level of self-appreciation and confidence in her body that I was unfamiliar with when it came to my own.

I was about to leave again when Chloe began shivering and pulled her fingers out of her pussy. She bent over to pick up something from the shower floor, and when she stood back up, my mouth fell open. She had a toy in her hand, one I hadn't seen before. It was a flesh-colored dildo, and a big one, complete with a big pair of balls and a suction cup on the bottom. Chloe promptly slapped the dildo against the shower wall. My mouth gaped open further when she bent over and just pushed her body onto that big fake dick. She groaned out loud as she rocked back and forth, fucking herself onto the dildo, the long thick length of it gradually disappearing inside her until the balls pressed right up to her clit.

Jesus Christ, she was really going at it, just impaling herself on that dildo, from tip to rubbery balls, fast and faster, groaning and grunting and palming her breasts and pinching her nipples. Chloe shoved back and crammed the dildo inside her. Her muscles locked and she bit down on the meat of her left palm, screaming around her hand and coming on that thick fake cock.

I'd never really seen Chloe climax before. Certainly not like that. And you know what? It was beautiful. But I couldn't help but wonder, if she had indeed fucked me, if she had in fact made me come my brains out as I'd dreamed with my fantasy stud, had I looked even half as blissful as she did just then?

There was a spark of something then, a memory trying to surface in the back of my mind.

Chloe's voice. "You're so beautiful when you come, honey."

Then a huge cock just pushing inside me and holding still while I came.

Chloe again. "Can you do that, Maddy? Can you come for me again?"

Coming again, coming on a big fat dick, a meaty stalk like no other I'd had the pleasure of experiencing before.

The next thing I knew, I was on my knees outside the bathroom with my hand down the front of my panties and frigging my clit and coming right there in the hallway of our apartment while my roommate was fucking the dildo on the shower wall. Only she wasn't fucking the dildo anymore. She was standing up with a sigh of bliss, pulling the dildo off the wall, turning towards me, hazel eyes briefly flashing green as they locked on me, widening with surprise, lips curling up into a salacious grin. And I couldn't move. I couldn't run away. Because I was still coming on my fingers and soaking my thong. Chloe blew me a kiss and stepped back under the spray to rinse her body, and finally, my climax faded.

My knees were shaking so bad that I almost fell down twice on the way back to my room. I flopped onto my back on the bed and just lay there, catching my breath. Despite having just watched my roommate masturbate, despite having just masturbated myself, and despite having just been caught watching her and frigging myself, I smiled.

Holy shit, that was a good come!

~~~~~

My phone was buzzing under my pillow. I'd set the alarm on my phone to wake me up before Chloe, and had set it on vibrate so that it wouldn't wake her up too. Getting out of bed, I pulled on a big tee shirt, tip-toed down the hall and carefully eased Chloe's door open. Peeking inside, I saw her lying in bed, sound asleep. As quietly as I could, I walked in. The only light in the room was coming from the big alarm clock display of her iPad -- I think it was the subway clock that Apple got sued over -- but it was enough for me to see her. She was lying on her back with her arm wrapped around a pillow that was covering her face. Her other hand was resting on her flat stomach. Her wide breasts were bare, more or less flat on her chest, and the comforter was pushed down near her hips. Her lower body was completely covered.

Okay, time to find out if Chloe was full of shit.

Gingerly, I pinched the edge of the comforter between my thumb and finger and very slowly lifted it. Standing like I was, I couldn't see anything, so I knelt beside the bed and leaned over Chloe and looked under the comforter. I guess it was my breath that disturbed her, because Chloe snorted in her sleep and swatted her hand at me. I pulled back just in time, her hand ineffectually smacking her stomach but damn near slapping me upside the head. She grabbed the comforter and pulled it up and over her chest, tucked it under her chin, then she rolled over, tightening the covers around her. She didn't wake up though.

Well, shit. So much for that.

Frowning, I left Chloe's room and went back to bed to catch another hour of sleep before I had to get ready for work. My alarm didn't get the chance to go off again though. When I woke up, I wasn't alone. Chloe was in my bed, lying on her side, facing me. She had her head propped up in her hand, and the corner of her mouth was lifted in a slight grin.

"Good morning," she said quietly.

I blinked sleep from my eyes, and that's when I noticed that Chloe wasn't wearing a shirt. Her other arm was kind of covering her breasts.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Watching you sleep."

I raised an eyebrow.

Chloe shrugged. "You're really pretty when you sleep."

"Okay." I glanced at her upper body. The covers were about midway up her stomach. "Are you naked?"

Chloe grinned and uncovered her breasts. Her hand found mine under the covers and wrapped around the back of it. She pulled my hand towards her and down the bed. She was going to show me. Right then and there, she was going to show me if she had a cock or if it was all a big joke. Her thumb caressed the back of my hand as I felt the warmth of her body nearing my fingers. Any second now, I would know, once and for all, if Chloe had a randomly appearing and disappearing man-penis. I was breathless with anticipation, and shaking with fear.

And I chickened out.

I snatched my hand back and jumped out of bed. "I want coffee. Do you want coffee? I'm making coffee."

Chloe chuckled and I blushed as I all but ran out of the room.

Oh my God, I sounded like such a nervous teenager just then, like a virgin about to see her first penis. Fucking ridiculous. I wasn't sure why I'd freaked out. I just knew that I'd felt like the situation was out of control, and unless I'm drinking, I don't like not being in control. Sure, I wanted to know if it was true, what she said about her magic anatomy, but I wanted to find out on my terms, not hers.

I'd just gotten the coffee brewing when I heard it, Chloe taking a shower before getting ready for work. My roommate putting my hand on her dick would have been too much. But me taking a peek at it while she showered, I was okay with. So I went down the hall and eased the bathroom door open. The glass was fogged up pretty good, but I could see Chloe turning this way and that, soaping up her body. She turned her back to the spray to rinse the shampoo from her hair, and that's when I saw it, somewhat indistinct through the fogged glass, but there nonetheless.

It hung from her groin, long and limp but surprisingly thick. From what I could tell, it was as pale as the rest of her, except for the tip. The head was pink, just like her nipples. But dammit, I really wished the stupid glass hadn't been so fogged up. Aside from the color and general shape, I couldn't discern much else. And I was out of peeping-Tom-time too, because Chloe shut off the water and I had to close the door before she stepped out of the shower.

But oh my God, she had a cock!

Both of us were early risers, though I didn't have to make an appearance at the office until around nine o'clock, so I was just sitting on the couch, sipping my coffee and watching the morning news when Chloe came out much later. She was dressed for work and, not surprisingly, wearing a somewhat loose dress. Kind of made more sense than slacks, since she was sporting a penis and all.




Futatales: Roomies Ch. 02



"Good choice," I muttered.

Chloe stopped and regarded me with a raised eyebrow.

I gestured at her. "Your slacks. Very practical."

She didn't follow me at first, but the corner of her mouth lifted before she left to get a cup of coffee. She came back and joined me on the couch.

"Plans tonight?" she asked.

I flicked a sidelong glance her way. "No. Why?"

Chloe shrugged, watching the news. "We should hang out."

It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. Sorry, but Chloe and I never just 'hung out', so I narrowed my gaze. "What are you up to?"

She snorted and rolled her eyes. "You're the one that misses me."

I did a double-take. I had been missing her lately, but I hadn't told her that. "What?"

"Last Friday," she replied. "You told me you missed me."

I frowned. "I did?"

Chloe smiled and leaned over towards me, putting her hand on my thigh. It was an innocent touch, or it should have been. But at that moment, all I could think about was that she had a dick under that dress and her hand on my leg wasn't so innocent all of the sudden. Now that I knew what she was packing down there, I was behaving as though she were a guy. I was examining every little thing she said or did like I would with any other guy that wanted to get into my pants.

"The Robinsons are still on that cruise," she said.

Ah. Now I knew what she had in mind. Rory and Stella Robinson were an elderly couple and the parents of a neighbor that used to live next door to us. They traveled around the world all the time, and when they were gone, Chloe took care of their house and two cats, making sure they had food, water and a clean litter box. She also took advantage of their pool and hot tub while they were away.

Chloe patted my thigh. "Come on. Some wine and a hot soak will do you some good, and God knows I could use it."

Booze and high temperatures? God, if that didn't sound like a high-school setup for getting my panties off, then I didn't know what did. "Wine but no dine, huh?" I grinned.

She grinned right back. "Pardon?"

"Nothing." I almost laughed. "Fine. It's a date."

Chloe flashed a bright smile, then took her coffee cup to the kitchen and grabbed her briefcase. "Oh, I almost forgot. Dinner. I'll probably be late, so go ahead and eat without me. I'll text you later, okay?"

I nodded and, for reasons I just cannot explain, walked her to the door. Chloe stepped out and turned to face me. She took a breath, like she was going to say something, but then thought better of it and smiled. I was curious, but more so when she leaned towards me and stopped with her lips near my cheek. It wasn't unusual for us to peck cheeks now and then, but her hesitation peaked my interest.

Without warning, she pressed her warm lips to my mouth and kissed me, soft, sweet, and just a little too long to be merely friendly. It felt good, nice, so much so that before I realized what was happening, she was drawing away and I was leaning forward to follow her mouth. It was her wide smile that snapped me back to reality.

I straightened up and cleared my throat.

"Later."

And I all but teleported back into the apartment. Her cocky grin was the last thing I saw before I shut the door.

~~~~~

For the third -- or was it fourth or fifth? -- day in a row, I got almost nothing done at the office. I just couldn't keep my head straight. I thought of nothing but the Robinson's hot tub and a bottle of wine and my pretty roommate with a fat dick hanging between her legs. I was so preoccupied that I skipped my lunch break, hoping to get at least one thing done, like booking the caterers or finalizing the artist's appearance schedule for the three-day show that was coming up. I gave up early in the afternoon, when my stomach started doing flip-flops, but not in a nauseating way.

I was nervous, as in first-date nervous. What the hell was that all about? Chloe was my roommate, not some hot stud that I wanted to impress. Still, I found myself blowing the rest of the day at my favorite spa, getting my hair touched up, a full mud bath, and a very thorough waxing. When I finally left, every last inch of my body was baby soft and entirely devoid of unwanted hair.

My nerves didn't fade though. I barely managed to eat dinner, nibbling on a chicken salad while watching the clock. It was about eight in the evening when I finally got Chloe's text message. The chime of its arrival made me jump, and I held my breath while reading it.

Come on over. Getting the hot tub ready now.

I was already wearing a bikini under my shorts and tee shirt, so I was pretty much ready to go. Five minutes later and I was on the road, and twenty minutes after that, I was pulling my car into the Robinson's driveway and parking behind their house. A plume of steam was billowing up into the air beyond the high privacy fence that surrounded the backyard, and as I made my way over to the gate, I repeated in my head, bold and confident, bold and confident.

God, something was wrong with me. I shouldn't have had butterflies in my stomach. I shouldn't have been nervous about what might or might not happen that night. I shouldn't have had to psych myself up. I mean, come on! It wasn't a first date. It wasn't even a blind date. It was Chloe, for Christ's sake! The problem was that she had an edge over me, and it came in the shape of a dick.

Time to take control of the situation, I thought. Time to show my roommate who was in charge. I decided then and there that if anyone was going to be seduced, it was going to be Chloe.

I took a deep breath, mustered up every ounce of courage and confidence that I'd cultivated over the years and opened the gate, striding into the Robinson's backyard like I owned the place. Chloe was already in the hot tub, reclining back with her arms out along the lip of the tub. Her blue bikini top consisted of nothing more than thin strings and two tiny triangles of fabric that covered her nipples. Her wide breasts were barely contained, if at all, and glistening with dew above the bubbling water. For a moment, I was jealous, because her top was far skimpier than mine, something I hadn't anticipated. It also looked amazing on her.

"Nice and hot?" I asked, sauntering towards her with just a bit of extra sway to my hips.

She murmured an affirmative and watched me peel off my tee shirt, her eyes riveted to my chest where my full breasts looked moments away from exploding out of my bikini top. I hooked my thumbs into my shorts and pushed them down my legs.

"How was your day?" I asked, standing back up.

"Fine," she smiled crookedly, licking her lips. "Better than the rest of this week, actually."

Chloe's eyes were locked onto my bikini bottoms, a small patch of fabric that barely covered my mound. When I climbed the steps to the deck and put my foot into the hot tub, Chloe stared between my legs and swallowed. God, she looked so cute, but nowhere near as nervous as I wanted her to be. Our roles weren't quite fully reversed just yet, but I was working on it.

"That's good." I smiled and dunked myself under the water, and when I stood up again, my hair was slicked back and every inch of me was glistening wetly. "I was afraid you might leave me hanging."

She blinked and tore her gaze away from my bikini-clad breasts, glancing up into my eyes. "Hanging?"

I nodded and moved closer. I glanced at the water that was bubbling and frothing in front of her, wondering if there was a cock under there somewhere. Finding her feet with mine, I stepped outside of them and sat right down on her lap. Chloe tensed as my butt settled onto her thighs, and I was kind of disappointed when I didn't feel anything down there, but I hadn't given up. If she did still have a dick, it could have been hanging down between her legs or something.

I draped my arms over her shoulders. "I've been looking forward to this all day."

She stared at my mouth for a moment and licked her lips again. "You have?"

I nodded, and then I kissed her. It was a soft kiss, more a hint of a kiss than anything, the merest brush of my lips against hers. She took a sharp breath and froze with her lips slightly parted. I kissed her again, just a little firmer and longer, lips softly smacking against hers. I felt her hands settle on my hips under the water. I was really working her mouth over when she tightened her grip, and I felt something soft and thick rub against the back of my thigh.

Oh my God. Was that it? Was that her cock?

The next thing I knew, Chloe had taken the lead, kissing me slow but so damn deep. I grabbed her shoulders and heard myself moan around her tongue as she all but claimed me with that kiss. Then she was pushing me back onto the seat across the hot tub, standing up and kissing me from above, and when her mouth left me and she smiled, that's when I saw it.

A huge. Fucking. Cock.

"You wanted to see, right?" Chloe said.

Like, seriously. I'm not kidding. It was goddamn enormous! Chloe's almost non-existent, blue G-string bikini bottoms were nothing more than barely-there straps that tied at her hips and a thin strip of fabric that covered her cooch. Well, they would have covered her cooch, if there hadn't been a giant pair of balls there instead. And I do mean giant, obscenely large, pale and smooth balls that put a bull to shame, her massive scrotum almost bisected by the tightly stretched fabric of her bikini bottoms.

"Well, what do you think?" Chloe asked.

"I don't...I..." I stammered, unable to speak or even form a coherent thought.

Holy fuck, you just have no idea what it was like, seeing those huge fucking nuts and that oversized dick just hanging off that tall and lean body of hers. I mean, if I ignored the fact that she had fairly big tits and a rather pretty face, then from the waist down, Chloe was like a somewhat effeminate guy, what with her swimmer's build, flat stomach, narrow hips and all that.

Okay, a categorically well-endowed effeminate guy.

Because...just...fuck! That cock! It wasn't hard but it had to be almost as thick as my wrist (yeah, it probably wasn't, but whatever), and long. I mean, it had to be really long because it was sticking up out of her bikini and hanging over to the right and down, and there was enough length to it that her broad tip was pointing straight down, hanging past her balls.

Jesus. Just picture that, okay? Shaft up, bending to the side and tip hanging down, like an upside-down U, except that one side of the U was longer. I mean, seriously, seeing that frightening python trapped in her tiny bikini bottoms was almost comical. But damn! That was a big fucking dick! And it was right there, right in my face!

"So, there it is," Chloe said, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Yeah. There it is," I heard myself whisper.

I sensed that she was smiling or grinning down at me, but I just couldn't tear my gaze away from the magnificent prick before my eyes.

"Do you want to touch it?" she asked.

"I...I uhh...."

"Here," Chloe snorted, and with a flick of her fingers, she untied the knots at her hips. The bikini bottoms fell away, disappearing under the bubbling, frothing water of the hot tub, and her thick fleshy cock uncoiled to hang straight down. "Is that better?"

Jesus Christ! She was long enough that more than two thirds of her cock vanished under the water!

"Hmm," Chloe murmured, and for the first time, I looked up at her. She had her hands on her hips and she was frowning at her dick, chewing her lower lip. Her gaze met mine and she grinned. "Oh," she said, taking my hands. "I have an idea."

I was kind of in a state of shock, so I didn't argue when Chloe pulled me up and took me with her as she backed up to the other side of the hot tub. She pushed herself up to sit on the deck with her lower legs in the water, so I was left standing there, about a foot away from her, and her dick and balls were just hanging there between her legs. God, they looked so heavy!

Of course, now that I was standing up, Chloe had something good to look at too. I could feel her eyes on me, all over me, looking at everything, my face, breasts, tummy, hips, the puffy mound hidden beneath my bikini. Her hot gaze was raking over every inch of me, and I could practically feel her eating me up with her eyes. She must have liked what she saw, because her shaft was slowly lengthening and rising, the wide crown of her cock gradually lifting from the water so that I could see it in all of its glory. It kind of stared at me, a one-eyed monster, a massive snake pointed right at my face.

Chloe's cock continued to rise, sticking up and out from her groin and bending down under the weight of her broad crown, because she wasn't fully erect yet. I tried to speak, felt my mouth moving, but nothing came out. What could I say? What was there to say?

It kept rising, up and up, and then suddenly, it flopped over and then back against Chloe's flat stomach with a meaty thwack. Seconds later, with her cock visibly throbbing, Chloe was fully erect. Jesus! Huge! I mean, her tip didn't reach her navel, but...just huge!

Wow. It was a quite handsome piece of meat, really. Long and wide with an impressively thick, bulging cum-tube running along the underside of her length. She was cut, but there wasn't any scarring that I could see. To be sure, I took a step closer, up onto one of the steps beneath the water, and I knelt there to get a better look. It was inches away from my face now, just launching up from her groin and pointed skyward. Nope, no scars. Her pale shaft terminated at the wide ridge of her pink crown.

"No questions for me?" she asked, and her tone was cheery, playful.

I didn't have to look up at her to know that she was enjoying my stunned silence, the state of shock that I was in. Well, she could have her fun. That was fine. I didn't feel in control of the situation, but neither did I think she had control of it either. I think she was waiting to see what I would do, so technically, that put the ball in my court, put me in charge.

"The necklace did this," I said, though it was more rhetorical than a real question.

"Well, the medallion did," Chloe replied. "The chain was already mine."

Chloe told me about the store, the strange but nice old lady that had sold it to her. The lady didn't own the store, nor did she work at it. She was a fellow customer, there to sell the medallion so that someone else could enjoy it, someone in the prime of their life. Rather than sell it to the store, the lady sold it to Chloe.

While she was telling me this, my gaze slid down and down and down that long fucking dick. I'd gotten an eyeful of it already, so there were other things that still needed to be studied. Like her balls. Her legs were spread, so they were right there. Goddamn, those balls! It was difficult to judge with my eyes alone, but I swear to God, each of her balls would have easily filled just one of my palms. Honestly, I didn't understand how she could walk around without hurting herself.

God, they were smooth! No hair. No stubble. No raised bumps from hidden follicles. Just perfectly smooth, and shiny too. They were still wet from having been in the water.

I raised an eyebrow. "This is why you wear dresses."

Chloe snorted. "It doesn't control my life, Madison. Sometimes I wear dresses because I want to."

I nodded, conceding the point. Okay, that was a little presumptive of me, I admitted to myself. Maybe judgmental too.

I was closer now. I could easily lift my hands and cup her huge nuts, if I wanted to. I was close enough that I was kind of looking down at her cock, so I could also lean over, just a little, and give it a kiss. If I wanted to, of course.

Wait. When had I moved closer? And when had I put my hands on her thighs?

I was shaking my head and heard myself ask, "How have you kept his hidden from me?"

"Very carefully," she said quietly.

Something about her tone made me look up at her. She looked a little guarded, vulnerable.

"I don't like keeping secrets from you, but..." she trailed off, chewed her lower lip for a moment. "I didn't know how you would react."

I should have told her it was okay, that everyone had secrets. It would have made her feel better. Even I had secrets. For example, I liked to have my ass played with now and then. Also, when I went clubbing, sometimes I stuffed my Club Vibe into the little pocket of my panties and set it to sound mode, letting the pounding beat of the music buzz me to climax after climax right there on the dance floor with some hot, young stud that I'd had my eye on for a while, until he took me to the bathroom or his car and discovered how soaking wet I was.

But I didn't tell her any of that. I should have, because that's what friends do, make each other feel better. But I didn't. I was too busy eyeing her cock and balls again. Instead, I merely raised an eyebrow and said, "So, I was your first?"

Chloe chuckled lightly. "Hardly."

I looked up and felt my forehead crease with a frown. "Who?"

"Nobody you know," she replied with a small shake of her head.

Wait a minute. Chloe had been hiding a magically and randomly appearing and disappearing cock and balls, and not only had she not told me, but she'd been using it on someone else?

"Who?" I repeated, but sternly.

Chloe sighed. "You have to promise not to tell anyone. I don't want her getting into trouble."

"Fine. I promise."

She smiled crookedly. "My Probabilities and Statistics professor."

I squealed like a woo-girl. "Oh my God! You fucked your teacher?"

"Keep it down, Madison!" she whisper-shouted, though she was laughing too. "Yes, okay? I had sex with my teacher. Still do, actually."

Both of my eyebrows went up. "Still?" It had been, like, years since we were in college.

Unexpectedly, Chloe's mouth fell open with a sharp gasp, and her upper body jerked ram-rod straight. And that was when I realized that something was in my hand, an enormously swollen testicle that easily filled my palm. I blinked, looked down, and sure enough, I was cradling one of Chloe's big, smooth nuts in my hand. It was about the size of a baseball (well, I have small hands, but whatever), and heavy. I mean, like, really heavy! All that weight couldn't be stored up cum, could it? Surely not!

I had also moved closer. I was kneeling on the next step up, kind of between her legs now. Her enormous balls were level with my crotch, and her cock was just jutting up, her broad helmet nearly level with my belly button.

But that wasn't all. There was something in my other hand too, something silky, warm, and really thick. It was Chloe's fat shaft. My hand moved on its own. I swear, I didn't do it. My hand did. With a loose grip, it slid up the length of her dick, all the way to the tip. Her dick throbbed and the slit at the top of her crown gaped open. A bead of mostly clear goo welled up there, about the size of a pea, then twice the size, three times the size.

God! That was one fat bead of precum!

I was mesmerized, watching that glob of prefuck just grow and grow. But the best part was when my hand (again, entirely on its own) slid back down her shaft, because even more precum pushed up and out of her dick, flowing over her crown and down the underside of her shaft. Two beads, actually, one right behind the other, and with a third welling up. Two fat, juicy beads that oozed over my thumb. It was warm and thick and really slippery.

Hm. Slippery.

Before I lost the precum on her nuts, I gathered it up with my thumb, spread it over my palm, then stroked my hand up the length of her thick cock. The next thing I knew, I was slowly and gently pumping my fist up and down her enormous erection. The sound of my hand just schluck-schluck-schlucking on her big dick was hypnotic, so I barely even noticed that my other hand was fondling her heavy balls, first one, then the other and back again, over and over.




Futatales: Roomies Ch. 02



I was doing it. I was jacking off my roommate, my pretty, female roomie with an oversized dick and giant nuts.

"Who else?" I asked, still fist-fucking her fat member.

Chloe moaned, then she bit her lower lip and groaned loudly as her cock just throbbed in my hand. I watched in amazement as a spurt of still mostly clear fluid just kind of jumped out of the top of her dick, about an inch high, and when it came back down, it coated my fingers in thick goo. Had she just come? It had certainly been enough. But no, the color was wrong. As I said, it was mostly clear, not white. So not cum. Just prefuck. A whole lot of prefuck. My God, the power of her dick, the awe-inspiring potential...it was fucking astounding.

"Who else?" I repeated, not looking at her, still jacking her off.

"Uhm, Sandy," she moaned.

Clear goop was leaking out of her at a steady rate by that point. Every upward stroke pulled a little bit out of her, but every downward stroke pushed a whole fucking lot out of her. Up and a drop, down and a small spurt, again and again until my stroking hand was coated with her thick arousal. Her balls too, slippery with precum, slickening my hand down there, letting me really roll her nuts round and round in my palm.

"Sandy?" I said.

I sensed her nod. "Girl I met at the...oh shit...gym."

Suddenly, the flow of pre-ejaculate stopped. Her cock got so goddamn hard that it felt like an iron rod wrapped in silk. Christ, she was big. I could have wrapped both hands around her and had room for a third.

"Girl?" I inquired.

"She's...Jesus!...she's...she's younger."

"Younger?"

"Yes," she hissed through her teeth, then, "Unngh!"

Then it happened. Her cock grew in my hand, longer, thicker, that much harder. Her mammoth balls pulled tight against her body. I leaned back to get a good look, still holding her, still cupping her. Her dick shuddered, jerked, and this shockingly colossal column of white just shot out of her, high into the air. I lost sight of it when the tail-end left her gaping pee-hole and went well above my head. Then it came back down, twisting and more or less straightening back out as it landed in a hot, heavy line on the top of my head, over my forehead, down my nose, across my lips and off my chin, and finally, the vast majority of it in my cleavage.

I was so stunned, so utterly unprepared for such an unnaturally massive eruption, that I didn't recoil. I didn't move, not even when another rope blasted out of her cock, two feet long, maybe more, up and up and up until it came back down on me in another thick line of warm goo. I was leaning back a little further, so most of the third explosion got my face, almost completely coating the left side. I closed my eyes just before my left socket literally filled with cum. I opened my right eye in time to see a fourth ejaculation, shooting so goddamn high and coming back down to stretch across my nose and chin and a huge fucking glob of the warm stuff just plunged into my gaping mouth.

Still, I didn't recoil. I felt it on my tongue, that thick fluid, that rich cream, that awesome amount of surprisingly tasty semen flowing to the back of my mouth as more and more of it blew out of the top of Chloe's dick, on my face, shoulders, arms, chest, and yes, in my mouth. So much of it in my mouth. And I was closing my mouth, smacking my lips, swallowing and moaning and she was still coming.

Ten pinky-thick ropes? Twelve? Twenty? Fuck if I knew.

But...

Just...

God!

I knew this though. I'd watched my fair share of porn. I knew what bukkake was. And I felt like that, like a cum-slut from a bukkake flick. I must have looked like it too, because it was all over me, lumpy globs and long streaks of white jizz. The whole left side of my face was coated with it, like a warm mask or second layer of skin.

The funny part? I realized something rather important. I had it, the power, the control. Chloe had just come, because I had made her come. She was just sitting there on the deck and leaning back, wide bikini-clad breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her legs dangled in the water and her huge unexplainable dick was still rock-fucking-hard.

And so I knelt there between Chloe's legs, leaned over, and opened my mouth wide, taking her inside, her crown, her smooth, shiny, cum-coated cock head. I reveled in the feel of her helmet gliding over my tongue, lost in the taste of her rich semen and her warm skin, enraptured by the power of her fat fucking dick as I began to lick the ridge of her crown and kiss her tip. She was still hard, still so fucking hard and her balls were still so massively swollen, heavy and packed full of more creamy goo that was waiting to be brought out.

And she was at my mercy, my whim.

She was mine.

So, if you were wondering, that's how I found myself sucking off my dickgirl roommate. And I can't wait to tell you what happened next.



Futatales: Roomies



God, what I would have given to be with her, just once, to finally unleash all the pent up lust I had for her body. Being roommates, it would be perfect. I could spend all night and day just using her for my pleasure, and with any luck, give her pleasure in return.

At that thought, my cock gave a mighty jerk, pushing right out from under my sweats, pressing against my stomach in a hard and hot line.

"I was," she said softly.

I blinked out of my daydream. "I'm sorry. What?"

"The party," she murmured, taking a deep breath and letting it out. Unexpectedly, her nipples tightened right before my eyes. "I was there to get laid."

"Oh," I breathed, thinking that I could help her out with that little problem, but then I shook my head clear. "Well, sorry to ruin your plans, but you did kind of ruin mine."

"Your ice cream date?" she smiled, eyes still covered by her arm.

"Yep."

I spread lotion around her hips and stomach and up her sides, then I worked on her arms. I couldn't seem to catch my breath and I felt hotter than hell. I wanted to take off my sweater, but there was no way that my tee shirt could hide the fact that I had a big dick sticking up from between my legs.

"Don't forget my boobies," she said.

"Boobies? Really?" I chuckled. It was forced though, because I hadn't forgotten them at all. I was trying to avoid them. Something was happening to me and I wasn't sure what. The more I touched her, the more I wanted to lean down and just kiss and nibble every inch of her skin. I wanted to stick my tongue between her legs and get her nice and wet so that I could plunder her body and see what it felt like to have a hot little pussy like hers wrapped around my pecker.

"Stop ignoring my tits," she chuckled.

"I'm not."

Closing my eyes, I took several slow and deep breaths, trying to focus. God, I was so hard, this insistent iron bar just jutting out of my groin and throbbing against my stomach, leaking there. I got more lotion and reached for her hands, but Madison grabbed my wrists.

"Oh God," she grumbled. "Just do it."

She slapped my greasy palms right onto her huge soft mounds. She was looking at me now, noticing my wide eyes, and she laughed.

"What's wrong with you? You've touched my boobs before."

I swallowed. "I know that." But not when I had a giant erection, I thought.

"You've sucked on my boobs before!"

I frowned. "I know."

"So what's the big deal?" She still had her hands over mine, and she pressed them into her breasts and started moving my hands around them, grinning at me. "If I remember right, you really enjoyed them last time we fooled around. So, just tap into that place you were at and, you know, do your thing."

Do my thing? I raised an eyebrow in challenge. "Maddy, are you asking me to..."

"Fool around?" She grabbed my wrists and heaved, pulling me up her body. I had to move fast to keep my erection from pressing into her. She had my hands pressed into the pillow above her head and her mouth was very close to mine. She looked into my eyes for a long moment, then lifted her chin and kissed me, soft and sweet. "Thought you'd never ask," she murmured against my mouth.

"But I'm not drunk."

She kissed me again, the tip of her tongue gliding along my lips, wetting them. "I am."

"I know, but..."

"You don't need to be drunk." Her mouth pressed firmer to mine, and my lips parted for her questing tongue. "Besides, you like girls, remember?"

Sure, I did. But I also had a cock just then, and she didn't know that. Besides, I had always assumed that Madison and I only fooled around when both of us were drunk because that was her way of coping with the fact that I was attracted to her, like she assumed that when I was sober, my attraction to her due to my lesbian genes didn't apply to her. Granted, it's better to know for certain than to assume, so I asked her about it.

She was still kissing me, answering me between soft smacks of her lips against mine. "Kind of close, actually." She licked at my lips and plunged her tongue into my mouth, but only briefly, teasing me, making me chase her tongue back into her mouth with mine. "I didn't think you wanted me unless you were drunk."

I felt her hands gliding up my bare forearms. She thrust her hips up at me and I lifted mine just in time.

"God, Madison," I groaned. "You're beautiful. I want you all the time."

My arms were shaking from holding myself up like that.

"Why don't you lay down on me, Chloe?" 

Jesus, Madison could kiss. There were these tiny details that I had missed out on before because of booze, like how different her lips were from mine. They were much fuller, about twice as thick as mine, and soft. I was glad I was wearing the sweater, because I was fairly certain there was a big wet spot growing on my tee shirt.

"Jesus," Madison sighed against my mouth and wrapped her arms around me. "You're a really good kisser, Chloe." She pushed her hands down the back of my sweatpants and squeezed my ass. "So much better than when you're wasted."

Oh, God, her lips were so soft. On any other day, I would have been content with just kissing her, and maybe rubbing my mound against her thigh, but on a d-day...fuck, I just wanted to take her, to get balls deep inside her. My cock was achingly hard and the urge to lay down on her was nearly impossible to resist.

"We need to stop," I murmured.

She scratched her nails up my ass. "Why?"

"Because if we don't, I'm going to ravish you," I told her, and she had no idea how true that statement was.

"Good," she smiled against my lips. "That's kind of what I was going for."

Still kissing me, Madison pulled her hands out of my sweats to open the top drawer of her nightstand, where she kept her toys. She had a thick flesh-colored dildo clenched tightly in her hand. I gaped at it, having never seen it before. It wasn't as long as me on a d-day, like today, but it was about as wide, and it had a huge rubber scrotum on the bottom with a wide suction cup.

Madison chuckled at my expression. "Bigger than you imagined?"

I nodded mutely. There was no way I could take something that big inside me on a normal day, but if Madison could, then she could take me. Oh, holy shit. Possibilities began tumbling around in my head.

"Wanna play?" she giggled, waggling the big dildo in her hand.

I glanced at her, wondering exactly how drunk she was, how much I could get away with, how much she would remember tomorrow. If Madison wanted to play, maybe I could play too.

"Do you have a scarf?"

She scrunched her eyebrows together. "Yeah. Why?"

"Blindfold," I grinned.

Madison grinned back and squirmed out from under me. "Oh, kinky!"

While she wobbled her way over to the closet for a scarf, I shoved the mountain of throw pillows off her bed. I kept one though, a big cylindrical pillow, for later use. Checking that my erection wasn't showing through my clothes, I got off the bed and waited for her to come back. Madison squealed and came over with a scarf in her hands, and I watched her huge firm breasts jiggle on her chest.

She smiled at me. "You can't wait to get your hands on me, can you?"

I shook my head and took the scarf, then turned her around and put it over her eyes, knotting it at the back of her head. Turning both of us around, I sat her down on the bed.

She reached for my sweater. "Take this off."

I grabbed her wrists and jerked her arms out to her sides, and she gasped lightly. When I'm drunk, I tend to let my bed partners take charge, but sober, I like to maintain control. Having power over someone gave me a rush.

"I'm not drunk, Maddy, so we do this my way. Do exactly what I tell you."

She nodded, lips parted slightly.

"Put your hands on the bed and keep them there. Further back." I watched her lean back a little, so that her breasts were thrust up. Her bust was huge, wider than her ribcage. "Spread your legs." She did, her creamy thighs parting and revealing her swollen labia, the soft cleft between them glistening with dew. "Now, don't move."

Madison nodded again and I took off my sweater and tee shirt. My nipples were already hard, but they tightened even more in the cool air of the apartment. My pale cock was poking out from under the waistband of my sweatpants, the slightly pink helmet pressed against my stomach just below my navel. I leaned over my gorgeous roommate and took hold of her jaw.

"What are you going to do to me?" she breathed.

"Quiet."

Holding her jaw, I lightly pressed my lips to hers, kissing her softly. She moaned quietly. I kissed her again, just a little more firmly, and licked her lips with the tip of my tongue. Madison moaned and opened her mouth, but I didn't push my tongue in. I kissed her lightly and licked at her lips, teasing her until her chest was heaving with deep breaths and she was thrusting her hips back and forth.

"Chloe, please," she whispered.

"Quiet," I told her firmly.

She moaned in complaint. I tightened my grip on her jaw, pinching so that she opened her mouth wide, and I slanted my mouth over hers. I kissed her hard and deep, pushing my tongue into her mouth and licking her teeth, twisting it around hers. I would kiss her deeply for just a second, maybe two, then close my mouth against hers with a soft smack before starting the whole process all over again.

"Jesus," she sighed, hands clawing at the sheets, struggling to do as I'd told her, to stay on the bed. "If you were a guy...I'd so fuck the life out of you right now."

"Hush," I whispered, wrapping my hand around her throat and pushing, making her lean even farther back. She gasped again. "I'm sober, Madison." I kissed her lower lip and sucked on it, then kissed her chin. "Do you know what that means?"

"No."

I kissed my way down her soft throat and chest. "It means I'm going to use you."

She took a sharp breath. I trailed soft wet kisses over the slope of her breast, then the other, ignoring her hard thick nipples.

"It means I'm going to take my pleasure in you, do whatever I want." I licked her left nipple with just the tip of my tongue and she whimpered.

"Yes. Please, yes."

Poor thing had no idea just what was in store for her. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, hard, but just for a second. She groaned with sweet pleasure and boiling frustration. I blew cold air over the wet tip of her breast and she gasped loudly.

"Your body is mine tonight," I told her, palming her breast and dragging my hand down her body. "Do you understand?"

She nodded and licked her lips. "Yours."

"Good girl," I said, leaning over between her soft thighs, spreading her legs with my hands while I kissed the top of her pillowy mound just above her cleft. "Now, let's see what we can do with this sweet little pussy of yours."

I kissed her again, pushing my tongue into the top of her slit and licking her. Oh, God, she tasted amazing. Madison groaned out loud and pushed her hand into my hair. I grabbed her wrist and slammed her hand back onto the mattress.

"Sorry," she breathed.

I kept my lips against her twat and told her, "Touch me again and I'll leave you high and dry."

She shivered. "I won't. I swear."

"Good." Shoving my arms under her thighs, I put her feet up on my shoulders and licked right up her center. Madison cried out as I pressed my tongue flat and pulled it up the length of her slit before closing my mouth over her clit and sucking gently. Goddamn, her taste, her heat, her musky scent...

"Oh fuck," she groaned, belly rippling as she tried to thrust her pelvis, but couldn't. "Oh my..."

Madison had one of the sweetest pussies that I had ever tasted. Her labia were plump and thick, perfect for kissing and sucking. Her inner folds were bright pink and so wet that I had to swallow every third lick or so. She had a tiny little clit too, and I had to really work to get at it under its hood. Her thighs flexed and trembled as I just dug my face in between her legs, licking long and deep and relishing in her taste, her aroma surrounding me and filling the room.

"Jeez, Chloe. I forgot how good you are at this!"

Digging my nails into her thighs, I growled, "Shut up and come."

I licked her from perineum to clit and sucked the top half of her slit into my mouth, flicking my tongue against her small clit.

Madison threw her head back and wailed. I opened my eyes and watched her climax, her breasts thrust high, her head tossed so far back that I couldn't see much other than her chin and straining neck. In the midst of her climax, I leaned back and grabbed the dildo, and I froze. I was faced with a decision; take the moral road, or the road that led to depravity. I chose the latter, shoving my sweatpants down my hips and thighs. My erection stuck out from between my legs, long and pale with a bright pink crown that was just a little wider than my shaft. I took hold of my cock and rubbed the tip up and down her slit, almost groaning from the wet heat of her, then I pushed.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned, arms trembling and nearly giving out.

Oh, holy fuck, she was so goddamn tight, and so hot!  Jesus, she had the tightest little pussy I'd been inside yet.

"Chloe," she gasped as I fed my cock into her steamy depths. "Oh my God."

I stroked her left shin with my hand while shoving my cock into her wet hole. It was a beautiful sight, my pale member stretching her open and just disappearing into her body until she'd taken a little more than half of my length. I held myself inside her, just relishing her wet heat, her silken folds, how hot and tight she was. And I couldn't believe it. I was finally doing it. I was finally dicking my roommate, and if her writhing body and heaving chest and gasping breaths were any indication, she was loving it.

I wanted to give her time to adjust, because I knew I was a little wider than her dildo, and a lot longer, but I couldn't wait anymore. With my hand on her thigh and the other on my own - I couldn't touch her with both hands without giving myself away, right? - I pulled my hips back, dragging my dick out of her clinging hole. Oh, good God in Heaven, it was a beautiful sight, inch after inch of my pale girl-dong pulling out of her and shining bright and so very wet with her nectar. When the ridge of my crown distended her labia, I slowly, so very slowly, pushed back in. Madison groaned again.

"This okay, Maddy?" I asked.

She lifted her head and licked her lips. "God, yes."

I pumped my hips back and forth, slowly and gently fucking my roommate. Christ, she was heavenly. I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to. I was so totally screwed, so lost in the heat of her body, the heady scent of her arousal, the jiggling of her big tits as I fucked her just a little faster and just a little harder.

"Jesus, Chloe." Madison bit her lower lip and released it. "This is...oh fuck...so much better than...goddamn ...when I do it."

I grinned. "Glad you like it."

Madison laughed breathlessly. "Of course I like it. It's my...sweet Jesus...my dildo."

I rocked my hips faster, slashing about half of my cock in and out of her lush body. I had the perfect view too, able to watch my pale member plunging between her legs, my shaft glistening wetly, her little clit stiffening and peeking out from under its hood.

"Chloe!"

I was so enthralled by the sight that I didn't notice Madison climaxing. I felt it first, her insides rippling up my length, almost like her body was trying to pull me deeper, sucking me in like a hot mouth. Then I saw the flushed skin of her chest and neck and the muscles of her arms cording.

"You're so beautiful when you come, honey," I told her, pushing inside her and letting her come on my cock, fighting not to come myself.

"Too good," she whimpered.

"Can you do that, Maddy? Can you come for me again?"

"Oh God. Oh my..." Her head shot back again and her insides clenched so hard that she almost pushed me out of her. "Uhhn! Oh fuck!"

Easing my over-primed twitching dick out of her, I put Madison's feet on the edge of the mattress, kissing her legs while pushing my sweatpants down my legs and letting them hit the floor. I gave my slick cock a few strokes until I was even harder and wider and longer than before, then leaned over my roommate, holding my erection against my stomach with one hand while grabbing the nape of her neck with the other.

"That was wonderful, Maddy," I said, giving her a soft kiss. Madison wasn't interested in gentle. She grabbed my short hair and crushed her mouth to mine, kissing me hard and deep. "How about another?"

She smiled against my mouth. "Please?"

Smiling back, I rubbed my swollen tip against her slippery opening and pushed until I was almost balls deep in her greasy little hole.

Madison hissed. "Oh my...oh fucking God!"

Christ, she felt amazing, hot and tight and so very wet. Her heavenly twat was just so fucking snug around my dick. It was like her wet walls were setting my nerve endings on fire, like her insides were squeezing and pulling and sucking and pushing all at once.

Madison murmured against my mouth. "Jesus, that's...what did you do, Chloe?"

I kissed her and pulled my hips back until just my crown remained inside her. "What do you mean?"

"It feels...different."

I pushed again, impatiently, just carving my rod up into her body, forcing her walls apart to take me deep inside her.

"Oh my God, Chloe," she moaned, thrusting her hips up.

I almost got all the way in. Just one more push. I pulled out of her slowly, oh so slowly, delighting in the sensations of her clasping walls just hugging and sliding along the length of my dong, gripping the shaft and resisting the retreat of my wide crown. My next thrust was balls deep, her wet vagina kissing my groin.

"Fuck me,  Chloe, what did you do? It feels amazing!"

"Glad you like it," I wheezed. I was buried inside her right up the root, my nuts resting against her ass, the entirety of my cock just boiling within her incredibly tight heat. "Ready, Maddy?"

She licked her lips and nodded as I pulled out to my tip.

"Here we go, honey." I kissed her big breasts and hard nipples and rocked my hips, stroking my cock into her from crown to nuts, slow and steady, back and forth.

"Oh fuck, that's good," she groaned, licking her lips again. "Jesus, Chloe. Keep going."

She was so fucking hot and so goddamn tight, just slathering my shaft with her quim until it was glistening obscenely, running down over my balls. I knew her dildo was six and a half inches long, but I was longer than that, at least a couple of inches, or three. Fuck, I could have been over a foot long for all I knew, but I didn't really care. All I cared about was the feel of her silken sheath wrapped so tightly around me as I plundered her depths.

"Chloe, it...it feels..." I could see her eyebrows pulling up from just under the scarf. She was frowning, concentrating, trying to understand. "It's so fucking deep. How is it so deep?"

This was the moment of truth.

Madison bit her lower lip and she blushed from tits to forehead. She was fluttering around me, inside, clenching and releasing, rippling up the length of my cock as I drilled it back and forth, in and out, really working my hips and long-stroking her wet heat.

"Chloe, are you fucking me?" she asked.

My cock jumped inside her. There was a tightening sensation low in my body, not in my nuts, exactly, but just behind. I'd felt it before, but it was much more intense now, and I was much more aware of it.

I snorted, powering my dick into her body. "Of course not, Maddy." I thrust hard, letting my nuts slap against her ass. "I'm a girl, remember?"

"But you...aww, fuck!" She shuddered from head to toe with a small but intense climax, drenching my cock with more fluid. "This doesn't...shit, Chloe...it doesn't feel like...my dildo."




Futatales: Roomies



"No?"

I pressed my groin against her and ground my cock into her steamy depths, letting her gradually come back down from her orgasm. Madison worked a thumb under her blindfold but I grabbed her wrist and jerked it away.

"Uh-uh," I told her, pulling out of her with a soft wet pop.

"But..."

I stroked my hand up my slippery throbbing length and grabbed the dildo, spreading her fluids over it.

"Here," I said, putting the dildo in her hand. It was still warm and plenty slick. "Just your dildo."

She explored it with both of her hands while my glistening dong pulsed and twitched above her pretty little pussy.

"It just...it felt so different."

"Did you like it?"

She laughed breathily. "God, yes!"

"Good. Give it back and turn over."

"With pleasure," she grinned, passing the dildo back to me and languidly rolling onto her hands and knees.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me so that her ankles were resting just over the edge of the bed. "Keep your legs together," I told her when she tried to spread them.

"Really? I've never done it like this." Her beautiful ass shimmied side to side and pushed towards me, seeking me out. Well, seeking out the dildo, as far as she knew. "Have you?"

"You could say that," I grinned. I had, but I'd been the giver, not the receiver.

The wet mouth of her vagina was at the perfect height. Setting down the dildo and putting one hand on her hip, I fit my cock at her opening and pushed. Her wet heat engulfed the wide head of my dick and just sucked it right in. I pushed balls-deep in one smooth thrust. Fuck, she was tight like this!

"Oh fuck, that's good," she groaned.

I began rocking my hips, fucking her from crown to nuts, pushing and pulling on her hip so that I didn't have to work as hard. I wanted this moment to last. I wanted to fuck her for as long as possible, just in case I never got the chance to do this again.

"Christ, Maddy. You're so fucking--" I almost said tight. "--beautiful."

She only moaned in response. Her hands clawed at the sheets and she pushed back at me, taking me to the root. I thrust harder and faster, my smooth and heavy balls slapping at her clit. Madison cried out at that and her body began to shake from head to toe. Her gooey cunt rippled around me, from tip to root. She felt so fucking good that I just couldn't help myself.

I put both hands on her hips and stood still, pushing and pulling her onto my ragingly hard cock.

"Oh God, Chloe," she gasped, body shaking and shivering. "So good..." Then it clicked for her, where my hands were, both of them. "Oh my God! You're fucking me!"

She tried to pull away, to turn around, but I brutally shoved my cock into her depths, knocking the wind out of her. "I can't be fucking you, Maddy."

She shivered again, struggling to push up onto her arms but her body fighting against her, another climax looming. "But you...your hands!"

I had one on her ass and the other on her shoulder, pressing her down. She kind of had a point. How could I be holding the dildo?

"Chloe, you're fucking me!" she wailed. "Oh God!"

She screamed and came again, her cunt going wild on my thrusting tool. Her struggles ceased and her upper body collapsed onto the bed, riding out her orgasm. Gently, I pulled out of her, marveling at my glistening cock absolutely drenched in her nectar.

"Sweet Jesus, Chloe," she murmured.

Her face was buried in the bed linens with her long thick hair flared out around her like a halo of golden fire. I pet her lovely ass with both hands and my cock throbbed with potency over her crack. Madison pushed a thumb under her blindfold, and I didn't stop her.

"You have such a beautiful ass, Maddy," I told her, leaning over to kiss one cheek, then the other, my thumbs sliding down her crack to spread her cheeks apart so that I could see her glistening vagina, swollen and soaking wet.

"Chloe," she said, pushing the blindfold off her head, her movements liquid, languid.

Holding her ass cheeks apart, I moved my hips and nudged the smooth helmet of my cock into her gorgeous vagina, felt her hot folds spreading over my tip, her slick heat accepting me as I pushed into her body.

"Chloe, wait," she gasped, pushing up onto her arms so that she was on hands and knees.

"Sorry, honey," I said, pushing inch after inch of dick into my roommate. God, it was hot, watching my stark-white dong disappear into her bronzed body.

She moaned my name when about half of my length was buried inside her, then whimpered it with only a few inches left to go.

"Can't wait, Maddy," I told her, pushing the last of my dick inside her, holding her ass tight in my hands and just cramming her full of cock.

"Holy shit."

I leaned over her back and reached under to grab a handful of her of tits, mauling her breasts and pinching her nipples as I pumped my hips, fucking her with short but so very deep thrusts.

"You just feel too good, sweetie," I cooed, being gentle with her breasts now, caressing them and feeling their tremendous weight in my palm. She was moaning and whimpering and groaning, pushing her ass back to meet my short thrusts. "God, I've wanted to do this for so long."

Fondling her fabulous tits one more time, I straightened up and held her hips, fucking her slowly from crown to nuts.

"You can't...oh Jesus, Chloe...you can't be fucking me."

Fuck, she was tight! "I know, sweetheart."

"But you are," she groaned, really pushing back now.

"But I can't be," I reminded her, adding to her confusion by tightening my grip on her hips with both hands and thrusting hard into her body, forcing her wet tunnel to accept my wide length. "I'm a girl."

"Am I dreaming?" She was pushing back even harder, to the point that I wasn't even moving and just letting her impale herself on my pale dong. "I must be dreaming."

"Must be," I breathed, overwhelmed by how wet she was, how tight, how very hot. My balls felt hugely swollen, heavy with untold volumes of cream, just waiting to be released. God, I wanted to come so bad.

"But it feels so good, " she moaned, arching her back, pushing up onto her arms as high as she could.

Wrapping an arm around her chest, I pulled her up onto her knees. Madison reached up behind her and dug her fingers into my short hair, clutching the back of my head, scratching her long nails over my scalp as I began to rock my hips and fuck my thick dong up into her body. Pulling her hair out of my way, I kissed and licked her neck and clasped a heavy breast in my hand, loving how soft she was, how lush, how warm and just so fucking delicious in every way when she began to climax on my tool, wet walls rippling up and down my length, pulling and sucking while she let loose a guttural scream.

"Oh, Chloe," she wailed, petting the back of my head, laying her arm over mine across her chest and holding my hand tight to her breast. "How are you fucking me?"

I smiled. "I'm not, honey."

She pushed up on her knees when I thrust particularly deep, knocking a gasp out of her.

"Yes, you are," she groaned.

"Girls don't have cocks, Maddy," I reminded her, slowly pulling my aching length out of her gripping twat until my crown came out of her with a wet pop.

"Jesus," she moaned, pushing her ass towards me, trying to find me.

Grabbing her shoulders, I turned her around. Madison shuffled on her knees, turning to face me. Before she could look down at what I'd been fucking her with, I grabbed her chin and kissed her hard. She finished turning and put her hand on my shoulder, but the other wrapped around my dick.

"Holy shit," she murmured against my mouth.

I was plenty slick with her nectar, so she had no trouble at all stroking my erection with her hand, up and down from base to crown. Her hand cupped my cock head, exploring it, palming it, tracing the flared ridge with her fingertips.

"Chloe, you have a cock!"

I cut her off with a deep kiss, filling my hands with her big tits and fat chewy nipples and shoving my tongue into her mouth. She moaned when I pinched her nipples and smoothed her hand down my chest to fondle my much smaller breasts. Her hand stroked down my dick and then she turned her palm up, filling her hand with my swollen nuts.

"You have balls!" she gasped between kisses.

I chuckled against her mouth. "I can't have balls, Maddy."

She was fondling me with both hands now, rolling my nuts in one and stroking me with the other.

"Did I go home with a guy?" she asked, though she wasn't really asking me. Her hand tightened on my cock and the other pulled my sack away from my body. I groaned and my dick jerked in her hand, just primed for an explosion.

For the most part, I stood still, letting her have her fun. I didn't have much choice. If I moved at all, I was pretty sure I was going to come.

"I must have," she mused aloud, bronze fist stroking up and down my pale twitching member, and still kissing me, soft and sweet, smacking her wet lips against mine. "I went home with a guy. He's fucking me and I'm dreaming about you."

I smiled against her lips. "Obviously."

Her hand stopped stroking me and she laid the other on my bare hip. Finally, Madison leaned back to look at me through her long, dark lashes. Her dark blue eyes flicked down my body, saw my cock in her hand, and went wide.

"Holy shit," she breathed, then slowly - so torturously slow - stroked her hand down my twitching dick and back up to the tip. When she looked up at me, her lips stretched into a grin. "This is a really nice cock, Chloe."

I grinned back at her, watching her shuffle back on her knees, holding my hips as she leaned forward and kissed my breasts and licked my tight nipples. My mouth fell open and my cock throbbed, jutting straight out from my small frame obscenely, this huge pale dick that absolutely did not belong on a girl (although I guess I had the stature for it).

"Well, if I'm dreaming," she murmured, kissing down my stomach. "Then I'm going to enjoy it."

Without any warning at all, my cock head was suddenly engulfed in wet heat, her mouth closing over my smooth pink helmet, her tongue licking at the ridge. She was taking me inside, my crown gliding over her tongue and her lips sliding down my shaft, deep and deeper until I felt the opening of her throat nipping at my tip.

"Madison," I gasped, grabbing fistfuls of her hair.

She moaned around my dick. "Mmm."

"Oh shit."

She was sucking me now, licking and slurping, pausing occasionally to cover my cock head with sloppy kisses before pushing her mouth down my pole, fast and faster. She pushed her mouth down too far and gagged herself, then wrapped her hand around my shaft as a guide, bobbing her head up and down until her lips were crashing into her fist and my cock was kissing her throat.

"Madison," I hissed through my teeth, tightening my fists in her hair as my balls pulled up against my body. "Maddy, I'm gonna come."

She moaned loudly, sucked me harder, faster.

I felt it then, the pressure inside me just building and building and building and snapping and hot cum was roaring up my shaft and spilling into my roommates mouth. I cried out at the feel of it, of coming in Madison's sweet mouth, of her swallowing around me, gulping down burst after burst my hot load. I was still coming when she took me out of her mouth with a sharp breath and grabbed the back of my head, crushing her mouth against mine and shoving her cum-coated tongue past my lips. I was still holding her hair, and I kissed her back with everything I had as she stroked both hands up and down my jerking, spurting dong. My cock spit hot cum all over both of us, our stomachs, breasts, arms, everywhere.

Her lips smacked softly against my mouth and she smiled. "This is a good dream, Chloe."

I was still hard, still so very fucking hard. With a growl, I shoved her away from me. She yelped and flopped onto her back, her lush body still bouncing on the bed when I jumped on top of her. Madison gave me a wide bright smile as I hooked my arms behind her knees and spread her legs as wide as I could, sought her wet opening with the tip of my cock, then thrust straight down into her body.

"Oh fuck!" she groaned, throwing her head back.

I held myself above her on my arms and just powered my aching dick into her clasping cunt, hard and fast, slashing in and out from balls to crown, fucking her with every last inch. Madison grunted and whimpered and groaned, thrashing her head from side to side, long golden hair whipping about as I carved a path deep in her body.

"My tits," she gasped. "Suck on my tits, baby."

I let go of her legs and she wrapped them around my waist, then she grabbed my head and pulled my face into her chest. I was a dog in heat, rutting between her legs, just wrecking her hot cunt with my cock, owning her sweet little puss while I licked and kissed her sweaty breasts.

"Oh God, Chloe, fuck me. Just keep fucking me."

I groaned around a fat nipple, felt my cock twitch inside her quivering heat.

"Don't let me wake up, Chloe." She fisted her hands in my short hair, thrust her hips up to meet me until my cock head was almost crashing against her cervix, whimpering and moaning. "Please, don't let me wake up, Chloe. Please."

Then she was coming, her soaked core sucking and pulling and squeezing and rippling and my cock swelled, harder and longer. I thrust deep, filled her with throbbing dick that twitched one more time and belched a huge load of creamy goo into her molten depths. Madison pulled my hair and made me look at her, her mouth hanging open, her big blue eyes wide, so beautiful as she came beneath me, came on my spurting dick. She pulled my head down and kissed me, and I just kept on coming, grinding my groin into hers and pumping load after load into her greasy hole until she passed out with a throaty groan of contentment.

~~~~~

The next morning, I was sitting on the couch and painting my toenails when Madison finally got up. I heard her turn the shower on and close the bathroom door. I was a little nervous, wondering if she remembered anything. On the other hand, I'd just had the best sex of my life with my roommate, so I was kind of hoping that she remembered. After all, if she thought it was great sex, maybe we'd do it again.

It was about half an hour later when she finally meandered through our small living room. She glanced at me and smiled bashfully, blushing.

"Good morning," I said cheerfully.

She merely huffed and went into the kitchen. She was wearing an old cutoff tee shirt that barely covered her huge rack, and a really tight pair of shorts that absolutely clung to her gorgeous ass.

"Sleep well?" I asked, watching her toss a slice of a bread into the toaster and get peanut butter out of the pantry.

"Sort of," she murmured, tapping her nails on the counter, waiting for her toast.

I grinned and went back to painting my toenails. I felt her watching me, but I didn't look up.

"Chloe?"

I glanced up and saw her looking at me.

"Did I come home with a guy last night?" she asked.

Okay, apparently she didn't remember. Somewhat disappointing, really. "No. Why?"

Madison shook her head, her damp hair clinging to her back. "I had a really strange dream."

I returned my attention to my toes, being as nonchalant as possible. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

The toaster popped and she came over to sit on the other end of the couch, licking peanut butter off her fingertip. "Chloe?" I glanced at her. She had one eye narrowed. "Did we mess around last night?"

I smiled. "Sure did."

"Oh. Well, that explains the afterglow I saw in the mirror."

I snickered and switched feet to paint my other toenails.

"Doesn't explain why I feel like I got fucked by a horse though."

I snickered at that.

Madison nibbled at her peanut butter toast in silence, watching me. I painted my toenails, reliving last night in my head. God, she'd felt fucking amazing. Part of me was really hoping, for the first time, that Madison wouldn't pull back on the near-constant drinking and partying.

She was still eating her toast when I carefully got up and fixed myself a bowl of cereal. Madison followed me, putting her plate in the sink, but I could feel her gaze burning into the back of my head. I was pouring Rice Crispies into a bowl when she came up behind me and suddenly yanked my shorts down my legs.

"Hey!" I yelped.

Madison grabbed my hips and spun me around, and cereal went flying out of the box and all over the kitchen floor. I wasn't wearing panties, so she was staring at my naked mound, utterly confused. God, it took everything I had not to laugh out loud.

Instead, I feigned a frown of displeasure. "What the hell are you doing?"

Madison blinked her big blue eyes at me, blushed, and walked away muttering. "I'm losing my goddamn mind."

I had to cover my mouth to stifle a laugh.

"If you want a taste, all you have to do is ask," I teased.

Madison whipped her head around to glare at me. She was walking by the small table when my phone started buzzing in my purse. She plucked it out and handed it to me, still looking in my purse.

"Thanks."

It was my mom, calling to confirm our lunch date that afternoon. When I got off the phone, Madison lifted a necklace out of my purse, a thin silver chain with a tarnished silver medallion about two inches wide hanging from it. I watched her hold it up in the light, turning it this way and that to get a good look at it. The design was Celtic, as opposed to the more traditional Norse, a knotted circle with a naked woman in the middle, legs crossed and arms extended with huge wings fanning out from her back. Little did she know that it was the source of my secret gift.

"What is this?" she asked quietly.

When I didn't answer, she looked at me.

"Can you keep a secret?"

She nodded.

I grinned. "Have you ever heard of Freyja?"