What Boys Like: Lovely Laura the Futa Girl IV

I woke up to the wonderful feeling of a mouth surrounding my cock. Even though a few weeks had passed, I still had not adjusted to looking over a big pair of tits every morning. Sarah grinned at me from her position between my legs. She wanted to start every day like this since we changed. It sounded amazing at first, but some mornings I just wasn’t in the mood. Not Sarah though. By the time I woke up, she was already desperate for my cock. I felt a little sorry for her. The few days where I cut her off between our last fuck at night and after breakfast the next morning, she would start playing with herself frantically. But nothing compared to my girl cock, apparently. We worked out a deal to alternate days, which Sarah agreed to rather grudgingly.

My mood aside, I had a near constant urge to cum. I tried to hide it as best I could, but if Sarah had reached the point of fingering herself in our small kitchen, then I was only a few moments away from jerking off. I didn’t want to act like animals constantly, though. I wanted to try and be somewhat normal. Waking up every day to my best friend, or girlfriend maybe, with my girl cock in her mouth wasn’t normal. At least, not to me.

Maria turned out to be an essential dead end as far as helping the situation went. The effects of the drug could not be undone. Out of morbid curiosity, I tried looking up what a procedure that could just chop off a cock might look like. Nothing really returned on the subject other than gender reassignment surgeries, which wouldn’t help in my case. I still had my pussy, and it worked on overdrive just like my cock. Maria tried to explain to me that this is simply who I was now. But, I had to consider her a bit biased because she had been riding my cock cowgirl style moments before dispensing her life advice.

Sarah became an insanely good cock sucker in the subsequent three weeks after the change. She bobbed up and down on my shaft with a content hum. My fingers snaked into her hair and took a light grip just to feel the motion of her head. Some mornings she wanted me to cum immediately, but not always. On this occasion, she took her time. Sarah wanted it to build in me until it was about to bubble over and only then would she finish me off.

My pulse quickened, and I gripped her hair tighter. Her finger slid slowly in and out of my pussy, reminding me that I had gone all this time as a hypersexed fiend, but had not yet felt a cock inside of me. Her tongue massaged the underside of my shaft, feeling remarkably like her pussy. The first wave of cum ached to be let free, but Sarah slowed just enough that the pleasure peaked and did not spill over. My whole body cringed in denial. Again she brought her mouth all the way down to the root of my cock. The head pressed against the back of her throat, and the rapturous pleasure broke through. I shot my first load of the day. Wave after wave of it poured out of me as my body convulsed. I could only grip Sarah’s head and fuck into her mouth, desperate for a full release. She moaned and wiggled her ass in the air with delight.

With my cock finally exhausted of its supply, Sarah came up for air, but not before licking me clean. She wiped her mouth and said, “Eggs and toast for breakfast?” She hopped out of bed with glee and padded off to the kitchen while I watched her perfect ass sway from side to side. Our relationship had changed drastically. We slept together every night after fucking each other’s brains out, but I didn’t know if that was due to a romantic affection or simple convenience. Even excluding morning sex, we kept waking up in the middle of the night and deciding to go at it again, like wild animals. It only made sense to sleep together. Sex consumed our entire lives. Every thing we did was meant to fill time between the next fuckfest, and not just with one another.

Twice I had come home from shopping to find Maria straddling Sarah’s face. The first time I made a feigned attempt at anger, but really it only took until I put down the shopping for them to convince me that monogamy was futile. They bent over the couch and I took turns with them. The second time, I didn’t even bother pretending to be angry. With two wanton pussies and one girldick, we still weren’t all satisfied.

Outside of the rampant debauchery of our apartment, our lives went on more or less as normal. Sarah struggled at first, but Maria supplied her with some of the libido suppressant so that she could at least go outside without trying to fuck the mailman. Of course, Sarah hated taking them and spent the first few days figuring out the exact dose she would need to spend the day outside. We’d developed a routine around it. First thing, blowjob or sex before breakfast. Sarah would then dose herself and within twenty minutes, she could safely decline from getting fucked. It did nothing to change her outward appearance though, which I certainly didn’t mind.

I didn’t need the suppressants, fortunately. Most of my problems resolved with a wardrobe update. I took a while to adjust to boxer briefs, but they did look very flattering on me. Plump, thick ass in the back, and solid outline of cock in the front. I bought a couple more dresses, but it wasn’t practical to wear a dress every day. I got a few more pairs of jeans and worked out how to keep my cock under control in the confines of denim. I found myself watching men walk around, wondering at how they could function without constantly adjusting their junk. They, of course, had two advantages. First, most of the men had much more manageable cocks. Maria told me that I was way above average. Second, men learned to deal with their equipment through their whole lives whereas I had only known what it was to have a cock for a few weeks.

Once we had a handle on ourselves, I finished moving in. My parents complimented my sudden change in looks extensively. I dressed as dour and concealing as possible around them without going full parka. What they did notice, they wrote off as not paying much attention to me, or a sudden growth spurt, or just being in better lighting. I didn’t understand how better lighting could make me taller or give me bigger tits, but I wasn’t going to point that out. Maria told us that the human mind will just rationalize things it can’t understand. An overnight change in someone’s physique should be impossible, so the brain will logically assume it made a mistake, perhaps due to not paying much attention, and make up a reason to explain the phenomenon.

I wandered into the kitchen. Sarah cooked breakfast every day despite my insistence that she shouldn't. I realized as I sat down in front of a plate full of eggs, toast, and bacon that my life was pretty amazing. Then why do I feel so cheated.

Sarah settled in beside me in the dining nook of our apartment. I could tell that she’d taken her medicine because she didn’t try to grab my cock as she sat down. Nevertheless, both of us were completely naked, sitting close enough to feel one another’s body heat, and my cock started to stir. The pills served to keep Sarah from jumping on strangers, but if she caught sight of my hard cock, nothing would stop her. I decided to distract myself by unloading my thoughts and fears in a random, inappropriate moment.

“Sarah, I don’t know if our current relationship is healthy. The sex is amazing and near constant, but I think that might be ruining our friendship. Unless we’re starting to feel like romantic feelings for each other, which is a whole other thing. Also, how do we tell the difference? Are we both so wrapped up in our lust that we’ve lost the delineation of friendship, romance, and primal fucking? Where do we go from here? There are other things I would like to experience. I’m still at least half straight woman, and, while you have some amazing techniques, you don’t have a cock. All these times we’ve had sex, I’ve been balls deep inside of you, figuratively speaking obviously, with this nagging voice asking what it feels like to experience that as a woman. What guy will ever love me like this? Do I want a guy to love me or a girl to love me? Do you love me? Like love, love. How are we going to keep track of all this, and maybe we should get a dog or something?”

The rambling nonsense poured out of me faster and faster. I realized halfway through that all of this had occurred to me on the first day, but I put it aside to focus on the simple parts of pleasure, desire, and being desired. Sarah watched me through the whole spiel with shocked wide eyes like she was watching a train crash one rail car after another. When I stopped, she continued to stare at me while nibbling on a piece of toast, crumbs dropping down on her breasts.

Humans spend most of their energy keeping their craziness bottled up inside of them because we’re all terrified that if we let too much of it out, everyone will run away from us. Even prehistoric ancestors probably thought this, knowing that they would be left on a hilltop in a storm to die if they went full on psycho. After I word vomited on the table, I knew this feeling and it terrified me. The last thing in the world that I could handle would be Sarah leaving. It was a guttural truth that ached with each moment I waited for her to respond.

“Geez, been holding that one in for a while,” she said after an eternity, or maybe three or four seconds. Her hand reached over and touched mine, “Yes, Laura, I love you. Whatever that means.” She pulled her hand back and pushed her plate out of the way. “Look, clearly our relationship has been pretty fluid over the past month. We’ve gone from best friends to fuck buddies to what’s pretty much a married couple. Did you think I haven’t thought of any of this?”

I shrugged, “Well, you don’t seem yourself a lot of the time lately.”

Sarah smiled at me, “That’s what you’re missing. That is me. The way I act is myself. I’m not crazy or chemically imbalanced or anything. I’ve just embraced the person I always wanted to be and now my body matches it. I have thought about all of it, and I’ve come to some pretty easy to understand ideas. First, I love you as a friend. We’ve grown up together and know one another better than we know anyone else. Secondly, I think I do love you romantically, but I’m not really sure what that is. I want to be close to you at night, no not for sex, but because you comfort me. Because of conversations like this. I want you to be comfortable, too, and I think you are. It’s hard to explain. I like when we kiss. I worry about you when you’re gone. I love how we can sit around here all day watching old television together. The only reason this is weird is because a few weeks ago we were both pretty straight, but now that’s different.”

“So you think this changed who I am?” I asked. “Now that I have a penis, I like girls?”

Sarah shrugged, “I don’t know. You probably still like boys. I still like boys. You’re kind of a boy.”

This cleared up nothing. “I like girls a little too now, I think.”

Sarah took hold of my hands again, “How about this. For now, we both just accept that we love each other. We have a relationship that’s broader than just friends. Beyond that, we can figure it out as we go. Laura, I don’t think there’s ever been another couple on this planet like the two of us. But we have a much more important thing to figure out first.”

I scrunched my face together in confusion, “Huh?”

“We need to get you some dick,” Sarah said through a mouthful of toast.

—

I don’t remember when I first became obsessed with Thomas. Before my strange love affair with Sarah, he had been the sole focus of all my romantic fantasies. I spent many nights in long, hot bathes thinking about the one time I saw him without a shirt on. But he was Thomas and I was Laura, and never the twain should meet. I don’t know why I thought that way, but that idea held as one of the fundamental pillars of my social reality. Never in my wildest dreams did I believe that I would have the courage to ask him to dinner. This is why I was horrified when Sarah hung up the phone, having just invited Thomas over to our apartment.

“What?” she said, knowing full well why I was glaring at her mouth agape. “You’ve been crushing on Thomas for as long as I can remember. This is totally your chance to introduce the new you.”

“The new me has a penis, Sarah,” I yelled.

Sarah strode over to me and gave my cock a hard squeeze, “Our big, little secret. Come on, cover up the cock, and you’re a bombshell now. Thomas won’t be in the door ten minutes before you see a precum stain on his pants.”

“Sure, until he sees my penis and freaks out. He’ll tell everyone we know about the two weirdo lesbian shemales who tried to trap him into a weird sex ring.”

Sarah plopped down on the couch and turned on the television, “You’re getting paranoid, you know. It’s the 2010s, in another decade this household will be too vanilla. You know what guys see in porn these days. He’ll probably be disappointed we don’t have a full set of leather and a riding crop.” She went quiet for a moment, “Huh, where do you get that kind of stuff anyway.”

I stormed off.

***

Sarah spent the afternoon cooking. I don’t know where she learned to cook, but everything smelled delicious. We had a brief interlude because she dripped sauce on her stomach and I found myself grabbing hold of her to lick her clean which led to a quickie with her bent over the washing machine. We both showered and dressed, though Sarah made a strong argument for answering the door naked. Sarah tried to wait as long as possible before asking. “I know you want to be the one with the dick in you, but, well, I want to play too.” We negotiated some rules for her participation. Mostly we didn’t want to overwhelm Thomas all at once. If he actually went along with having sex with a futa girl, we didn’t want his brain to explode from having his first threeway with the futa’s live in nymphomaniac. That’s just an unreasonable expectation to set for all his subsequent lovers.

Sarah talked me into wearing a skirt, but I insisted on my boxer briefs to keep my dick in line. She, on the other hand, decided underwear was too much of a cross to bear. She enjoyed flashing her pussy at me periodically while we waited for Thomas to arrive Sarah told him to arrive at six, and he arrived at exactly six. Almost as if he had been waiting in the hallway while staring at his clock. When we opened the door, I fumbled for a moment to see someone so normal looking.

Thomas had broad shoulders, big muscular arms, and had once been a few inches taller than me, but now we were at eye level. His body tapered rather quickly as you left his shoulders. Narrow hips and somewhat skinny thighs made him look slightly like one of the figures on a foosball table. I always found it endearing. But I had not been charmed by his body. At least not by it alone. His face drew me in with its handsome allure. He had dark, curled hair and bristly stubble. His brown, expressive eyes looked like they should be framed in shadow to make girls from the fifties swoon. This was the guy who had intimidated me for every day that I’d known him, the guy who I had fantasized about constantly over the years.. Standing in our doorway though, he looked small. I think Sarah realized it too. We were out of his league.

“Holy shit! Sarah is that you?” Thomas asked as he walked in. He leaned in and gave her a hug. I watched him as he inadvertently took a deep breath, breathing in my lover’s wonderful smell. “And Laura? Jesus, have you two been living in a gym since graduation?”

Sarah smiled awkwardly, “Sure. Post-graduation resolution. We wanted to be new people.”

Thomas gave me a hug as well. We were not on hugging terms, but I think he felt obliged since he’d hugged Sarah. Also, I think he wanted to press into my tits. “Yeah,” I said, softly, “brand new people.”

Thomas pulled away, looking right at me with those big brown eyes. “You look amazing,” he said.

My brain screamed. He means it! He fucking means it! followed by my inner monologue celebratory kazoo parade.

The three of us stood in the doorway. Thomas stared at Sarah or me, and both of us stared at him. Finally, Sarah broke the stalemate, “Hey, I made food.”

We moved into the kitchen. “I was surprised you called,” Thomas said. “No one wants to hang out anymore. Pretty much all the guys I know are already moving. Guess you girls did too.”

Sarah ladled out pasta on my plate as I said, “What about you?”

Thomas went a little quiet at the question, but answered, “Oh, no. Still living at home for now. Might move out at the end of the first semester.”

“Smart,” I said. “Probably saves a ton of money.”

Sarah concurred, “Yeah, only reason we moved was so we’d be closer to the college, but you live just a block or two from here right?”

“Right,” he said. Our sudden affirmation of his choice seemed to cheer him up. Or perhaps it was me accidentally dropping a noodle in my cleavage.

The night went on cheerfully. We ate and then decided to play some games, which immediately devolved into gossip about mutual acquaintances. Thomas eventually admitted to being interested in Firefly, so we forced him to watch an episode. By the end of it, I noticed Sarah starting to go glossy eyed. Her hand started to linger on my thigh, I leaned over to tell her to go take another suppressant, but she just nibbled my ear affectionately. I wondered if Thomas saw it.

“You girls want to watch something else?” Thomas asked. He had relaxed a great deal since he first arrived.

Sarah piped up, “I’m gonna make this weird and go in the other room for a while. You two just do...whatever.” Quicker than either Thomas or I could react, she hopped over the back of the couch and disappeared into our bedroom, closing the door behind her.

“Sorry, she’s a little stran--” Thomas cut me off by swooping in to kiss me.

His hand went to my side as I leaned back on the couch. My arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer too me. My hand ran over his back, feeling the ripple of his muscle. He continued to kiss me, and I realized how unpracticed it was. Sloppy, but desperate for effect. I loved it. I drank him in as his body pressed down on me. His hand continued to explore my body, running down my side and along my thigh. His hand reached the hem of my dress, and his rough fingers start to slide against my skin. Then I remembered.

Pressure from my crotch drew my attention to the appendage I had forgotten for one brief moment. Thomas’s hand moved further and further up my bare thigh. My heart thudded with panic. He wouldn’t encounter a lacy thong, but a pair of cotton knit boxer briefs and the thing contained within them. I stopped his hand as gently as I could, though it took all my willpower to do it. Even with the possible freakout on the table, I desperately wanted him to touch me. My pussy, my cock, anything, just to feel his hands on me. But my resistance clearly spooked him, and he started to pull away.

I caressed his cheek and continued kissing him. As he eased back, I reached up to my shoulders and pulled my dress down. His eyes doubled in size as my melons came into view. I’m not sure he had realized I wasn’t wearing a bra the whole night, but I was sure that Thomas had never seen breasts my size. Cautiously, he reached out and placed his hands on them. His palms pressed against my nipples, sending tiny bolts of pleasure through me. The feel of my soft flesh in his hands seemed to paralyze him with desire.

My turn. I brought his hands away, despite the crestfallen look he gave me. I tugged at his polo shirt, and he obliged by removing it in one quick motion. Immediately, he descended on me for more kisses, pressing his hairy chest into my silky smooth breasts. My hands worked quickly, moving to his pants and unfastening the belt and button before he could react. I could see the bulge in his jeans, and I wanted it. After watching Sarah suck my cock for weeks, I was desperate for my own chance.

With a surprising amount of difficulty, I was able to get Thomas out of his jeans and pushed him down to the couch so that I could get between his legs. After being briefly mortified to see that we were wearing the same brand and color of underwear, I pulled down his boxers. His cock sprang free, and it was everything I had hoped for. He kept himself neatly groomed, and he had a delightful tan line where his sunbaked skin turned a lily white. I put my hands on his hips, feeling his ass wiggle uncomfortably as his cock bobbed a few inches from my mouth.

Intent on teasing him a little longer, I raised up and wrapped my massive tits around his cock. He had to look away or risk cumming right then. I moved my tits up and down his length, enjoying the feeling of his throbbing cock between them. But I was still eager to taste his cock, so I pulled away and wrapped my lips around the tip. Slowly, I lowered my mouth around his dick, enjoying each inch of his flesh disappearing into my hot mouth. Thomas groaned and grabbed the couch cushions. I wanted the full experience that Sarah always got so I grabbed his hand and guided it to my head, urging him to grip and press as he saw fit. Thomas needed little instruction as he started slightly thrusting in and out of my mouth as I bobbed my head up and down.

“Uhnnggg, you’re gonna make me cum, Laura,” he said through clenched teeth. I slowed down. I didn’t want to waste his cock in my mouth, delightful as it was. The ache in my pussy drove me insane. It was now or never.

I let his cock pop out of my mouth, and he looked down at me with confusion, “What’s the matter?”

I stood up, my breasts still hanging out of the top of my dress bobbed up and down. “Thomas I need you to fuck me.” His eyes screamed yes. “But, there’s something you have to know first. Please don’t freak out.”

Not knowing what else to do, I pulled off my dress, and dropped my boxers. My cock sprang free, and I was painfully aware that it was bigger than Thomas’s. For what seemed like forever, Thomas didn’t react. In fact, I started to wonder if I had stunned him into some kind of catatonic state, but his erection didn’t go away. In fact, it throbbed in vain as it yearned for my mouth to return.

“I don’t understand,” Thomas said, choosing his words carefully. “You’re a girl. I’ve known you forever. You’ve always been a girl. How did you get a dick? You don’t have balls. I can still see your, well, your pussy.”

I tried to play it off, “Experimental drug. That’s why we have big tits and round asses.” I laughed, a high pitched manic sound that even unnerved me.

“Sarah too? You both have dic—”

“No, apparently this is super rare. Look I understand. It wasn’t fair of me to spring it on you like this. You just started kissing me, and god you have no idea how much I want to be fucked. But if you don’t want...”

“Hang on,” Thomas said. “I just need to understand this first. So you’re a girl. Right? But you have a penis because of an experimental drug. Right?” I nodded. “But you’re still a girl. Your tits feel amazing, and you still have the, uh, other stuff.”

“Try not to think about it too much,” I said, encouragingly. “What if I bent over like this?” I turned around in front of him and presented myself. I could feel the wetness of my pussy and the ache of my cock. I wanted to jerk off while he fucked me, but my main goal was to not freak him out any further. Cautiously, Thomas got up off of the couch, and his hand slid down my ass, pulling at my inner thighs. “Please, fuck my pussy?”

Something snapped in him, and he resolved his inner dilemma. Grabbing hold of my hips, he positioned himself at my pussy lips. His cock, still wet with my saliva, pressed against my entrance. I wiggled my ass in his hands, urging him forward. With a quick push, he popped inside of me, sliding his full length into my wet snatch in one motion. I let out a loud moan of satisfaction. After weeks of aching to be filled up, I finally had a cock inside of me. I could feel him starting to slide out of me, but I wanted to keep the feeling as long as possible. I pushed back into him, desperate to remain impaled on his cock. Thomas was having none of it, I had teased him long enough.

He gripped my ass and held me still as he began to thrust in and out of me. Again and again, his length pushed inside of me, spreading apart my pussy and filling up the void at my center. A wave of pleasure started small, but more and more it rocked through my body ready to explode when I finally felt cum spray inside me. As his thrusts became more erratic, Thomas’s hands began to move around my body, groping my ass and running along the small of my back. He hunched over me, giving him access to my jiggling tits as he kept fucking me. His palm moved down to my stomach, feeling my breath flow in and out of me. Finally, his hand moved further down and tentatively gripped my cock. Faster and faster he fucked me, I could feel his cock throb inside of me. His hand gripped my cock, the cock of the girl he was balls deep inside, and he started to stroke. It only took two pumps.

Thomas’s cock exploded inside of me, cum spraying from his tip like a fire hose. My own cock jerked to orgasm simultaneously, spilling my seed on the ground beneath us, but it failed to compare to the massive crashing waves of pleasure that coursed through my body. I was rigid in Thomas’s arms as my whole being shook with my combined orgasm.

Thomas slipped out of me, letting a few drops of his cum hit the floor and mingle with my own. He fell back onto the couch, and I sat next to him far enough away to give him space. Immediately, he reached for me and pulled me over to him, kissing the top of my head as I nestled into his chest. “So, apparently I’m ok with it,” he said with a quiet laugh. “Gotta say, that was pretty fucking hot.”

I smiled and kissed his chest.

Sarah’s voice broke our afterglow as she called from the bedroom, “So can I come out and play or should I just finish myself off in here.