Futanari Family: Secrets

Futanari Family: Secrets

I was sitting in my dorm room in my underwear flipping through Reddit, when my phone beeped.
“What are you doing?” It was Brad the guy I had been fucking for a few weeks. He was a football player, a quarterback for our university.
“Wishing this room’s ac got f’n cold.” It felt like it was a hundred degrees in my room and I had the ac on and my roommate’s floor fan blowing straight at me.
“So, u r hot.”
“Fuck yeah, it’s a thousand degrees here and besides that, I am always hot. :)”
“I wish I was there.”

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I read the words and thought about how long it was going to be before I saw him. Six days. I fucking hate football.
“Me 2.” I slid my fingers across the screen and sighed. Six days, what the fuck? He had already been gone for one day and I hadn’t gotten a chance to fuck him for two days before that because he had some weird, fucking superstition thing about sex before a big game.
I threw myself back on the bed and pulled up Reddit for the fifth time that day.

“I’m in the hotel room.” His message showed across the top of my phone.
“Good for you” is what I wanted to say, but I knew better than to pick a fight for a no reason. “R u alone?” I pulled out the little drawer in my nightstand and glanced at the door to make sure it was locked.
“Yeah. R u?”

I thought about video calling him and fucking getting off that way. We could sext, and I cold masturbate, but I liked the idea of trying something new. I hit the button next to the little picture of him in his football uniform and the phone rang.

“Hey babe!” Brad’s face filled the screen of my phone and a little square popped up in the corner, so I could see what I looked like to him.
“Hey,” I moved the phone to the nightstand, leaning it up against some books, and then moved back on the bed so he could see me.
“Oh, yeah, look at you.”

Even on the little phone screen, I could see his eyes moving up and down my body. I moved back against the wall and positioned myself, so he could see all of me. “You like that?”
“Yeah,” he laughed, “that’s my favorite bra!”
It was. I hadn’t worn it specifically for this, it was just a happy coincidence, but he loved the way the demi kind of pushed my tits up and together. “Move your phone back so I can see all of you,” I said playfully.

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The camera’s view bounced and shook and went dark and then incredibly bright like he had thrown it out a car window, but it finally settled, and he was lying back on the hotel bed with the phone positioned somewhere around his feet.
“Nice,” I cooed. He had taken off his shirt and was lying back on the bed in just a pair of shorts.
Brad was almost exactly what you pictured when I said he played football. He was six feet four, sandy blonde hair, and a face that looked like it was chiseled by one of those Italian sculptors they talk about in art appreciation. He was the biggest and tallest guy I had ever dated and just looking at him lying back against the headboard made me crazy horny.

He flexed his arms and his biceps were as big as grapefruit. “You like that, sweetie?” He winked and moved his pectoral muscles up and down in rhythm.
It was one of my favorite tricks and I laughed like a school girl. “I can’t believe you are gone for a whole week,” I pouted. “It’s too long.” I whined the words and pushed out my lower lip.
“I know,” he stared at my chest via the phone’s camera, “it’s the only trip this long and besides, I’ll be back before you know it. There’s only 6 days left.”
“Yeah, but it’s really 9 days,” I crossed my arms covering my chest. “That’s too long. I might have to go find satisfaction somewhere else.”
“No fair,” now it was Brad’s turn to pout, “that’s not even funny. You know I don’t fuck around when there’s a big game. I got a lot riding on this, my scholarships and stuff, you know.”

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I dropped my arms. “I know, I know. I was just kidding.” I gave the camera a little shimmy and watched the tops of my tits jiggle in the demi bra while Brad stared and smiled.

“Mmm, you’re going to make this hard for me, aren’t you?”
He sounded disappointed, but I switched his meaning, reached up and slid a bra strap off my shoulder. “Isn’t that the way you like it?” I angled forward so he could stare at my cleavage. “Hard?”
“Shit,” he cleared his throat and sat up straight in the bed. “God, you’re hot.”
“I know,” I slipped the other strap free of my shoulders; “it’s so hot here.” I put my hands on either side of the bra and rolled the fabric forward until my nipples were free.
“Ohh…” Brad’s face looked like he was pain. He reached down and straightened the tumescence in his shorts.
I pulled the fabric down until my breasts were completely exposed. “Do you like that?” I said playfully.
“Oh yeah,” he nodded emphatically.
I pressed my arms in from the side, smooshing my tits together while I put on my sexiest pouty lips. “You should have fucked me before you left,” I whined.

“I don’t disagree. God, you are so fucking hot.”

I leaned back against the wall, reached up, and tugged on my left nipple until I moaned. “That should be your mouth.”
Brad reached down and put his hand on his hardon. “I wish it was,” he adjusted himself again while he stared at me through the phone.
“Go ahead,” I said playfully, “pull it out. Let me see that monster fuck stick.”
I barely got the words out of my mouth before Brad had shimmied out of his shorts and wrapped his thick fingers around his massive cock.
Now, I should tell you, I have thing for cock. It started when I was young. Sometime before I was ten, I had figured out that touching myself felt nice. I mean, I am pretty sure all girls figure that out about that time, but I went a step further. I guessed that if touching it felt nice, shoving things into it felt better. And, guess what? I was right.
So, I followed the logical train of thought. I started exploring my pussy and inn my pursuit of deep, satisfying orgasms, I found all kinds of things to use as dildoes – candle sticks, vegetables, I could even cum working the edge of a desk in a pinch. (I think I lost my virginity to the decorative candle holder my mom had in the hall closet.) But it wasn’t until high school that I really started to understand my devotion.
I didn’t just like a good stiff cock, I didn’t just want it to fill and fuck me – I wanted to worship it. I loved everything about a hard dick, the shape, the feel, and of course its purpose. I became devoted to pleasing them.
Brad’s cock was one of the largest, real ones I had ever speared myself on. It wasn’t terribly long, a solid 7, maybe 7 ½ inches, but it was thick, like three fingers thick, a tree trunk of hot, hard flesh.
I stared at the screen and watched Brad’s fingers move up and down the shaft. I felt a lump in my chest. I can’t explain how much I wanted to be there. Instinctively, I reached down between my legs and slid my hand into my panties. My pussy was soaking wet.
“Brad, here’s the…” A man’s voice came through my phone and Brad flew off the bed, knocking the phone over so that it fell face down. “Brad? What are you…Jesus, son, put some fucking clothes on.”

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The connection went dead a few seconds later and I just kind of sat there with my hand down my panties. I looked over at the nightstand where I kept my favorite vibrator. I still needed an orgasm and, if Brad couldn’t help via video chat, I was committed to finishing the job myself.

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