“Uh… it’s okay?” Cin said, as she stroked the hair of the woman who had just very nearly sexually assaulted her, or worse.
“No, no Cin, no the fuck it is not,” Trish declared. She was regaining composure impressively quickly. She wiped her eyes, sitting back against the wall. “It was a good run, but we all break eventually. I’m… you really didn’t…?”
“No.”
“But you still…?”
“Nutted all over that pretty face?” Cin laughed.
Ouch. Mistake.
“-cough- yep, yeah, yes I did.”
“How the… how the FUCK did you keep control during that?” Trish looked almost mad. Also, definitely amazed.
Cin shugged.
“Always have. Always will.”
“And… wait, you’re one of us, and you’re… active? Consensually? Controlled?”
Cin’s eyes widened. She tried not to smirk.
“You, uh… aren’t?”
Trish glared.
“Of course I’m not. The only way for us to keep from becoming the monsters people make us out to be is discipline. Abstinence.”
Okay, that smirk was making it out. Her idol, wealthy football star and sex symbol Trish Logen, was a Gock-damned virgin.
“I… can categorically say it is not.”
The glare deepened.
“It’s not funny Cin, it’s our lives. Those girls in the stands, your…?”
“Best friend, and… situationship? Is that the word?”
“You’re fucking them.”
“Fucking one of ‘em. Will be fucking the other.”
“You… well, frankly, you shouldn’t be able to stop.”
“I mean, I damn near haven’t. Lina, that’s the best friend, is also my roommate. Since two days ago, one of us has been inside the other pretty much every chance we get.”
“Good… that’s good…”
“Thank you?”
“I’m not congratulating you, Cin, I’m saying that you’re like a fucking time bomb.”
“Dramatic.”
“Maybe, fuck, I mean… maybe I’m wrong. The world’s changed, about us, I mean…”
It was true. 30 years ago, Full-Package Futas were basically rapist boogeymen, according to the media. They were also much rarer. At that time, regular futanari were about as common as FPF were now, and there were some folks that hadn’t thought they even existed.
Suddenly, Cin thought she understood Trish just a little better. Propaganda could work just as well on those it demonized as those who were meant to read it.
“You really think you’re a monster, don’t you? You… you hate yourself. You hate us.”
It was a deep conversation to be having sat naked on a wet locker room shower floor, but there they were.
Trish looked away again. Cin pretended she hadn’t seen the tears welling up in her eyes.
“I am. I almost… fuck, Cin, I almost…”
“Cocky. I’m pretty fucking tough too, Coach.”
“Don’t fucking call me Coach!” Trish snapped. “Not after tonight. I’m resigning, turning myself in. This… this wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, but… Cin you should’ve let me fall.”
“Nope!”
“.... nope?”
“Nope! Plenty of people would probably agree with you, but I’m dealing with the same thing you are, and I believe in second chances.”
“You didn’t break,” Trish snarled.
“No, but I might. Who knows. If and when it happens, I hope it happens with someone tough enough to stop me, and kind enough to understand.”
“It’ll get worse, now that it’s happened…”
“You don’t know that.”
“I feel it.”
Trish glared at her. Her momentary belief of Cin’s story had clearly faded a bit, and while she’d taken a major self-confidence hit from the crack in her armor, that didn’t mean she could just take Cin at face value.
“That… I don’t understand that. I– I don’t know, Amie. I want to believe you, but I’m checking on Lexi after this–”
“Good! Fuck, maybe you’ll be able to help her help some other girls. By the way, who the fuck is Callie and why isn’t she in prison?”
Trish scoffed.
“This should tell you all you need to know. Callie Cordello.”
“Coach’s fucking daughter!?”
“The coach’s daughter, head cheerleader, and president of Triple Chi. Also, futanari, and, apparently, fucking psychopath.”
“One of…?”
“Not one of us. Worse, maybe. Seems like she’s got all the same urges but can keep her head.”
“And Coach doesn’t stop her? I don’t know him, like, personally, but–”
“Mike doesn’t believe it. And like I said, Callie keeps her head, and keeps her girls in a tight goddamn grip. No proof. Wouldn’t know myself unless Jimbo had told me.”
Trish smiled.
“That kid’s a straight shooter. On and off the field.”
“Right… well, add her to the list of bitches to break, yeah?”
Trish’s eyes went hard.
“That’s the phrasing you wanna use? Now?”
Cin laughed, and booped Trish on the nose.
“C’mon. You still aren’t sure if I’m a monster, right? Well maybe I am. But so was the Hulk. Fight fire with fire, yeah?”
“No. Because I don’t trust for a second you can actually control yourself. I couldn’t.”
“Tell you what. Why don’t we put it to the test?
Cin’s fingers traced up Trish’s thigh, sending a shiver through her entire body.
“Amie… Cin what are you doing.”
Trish scooted back, but not faster than Cin crawled over her, until her face was less than an inch away. Until their lips were almost touching.
Then they did.
Trish melted. Not like in the movies, she lost her strength like it was in defeat. Cin had to hook an arm under her back, keep her pulled close into the kiss.
It wasn’t long before Trish started to kiss back.
It wasn’t much longer before her strength returned enough to lace her fingers in Cin’s hair, for her to hold herself up, for her to pull Cin closer.
When the kiss broke for breath, Cin panted; “Just relax. I want this. I wanted this.”
She reached down, hand finding the small, throbbing, fucking tree sprouting from Trish’s hips.
Trish whined, and Cin caught that whine in her mouth, slipping her tongue between Trish’s lips.
“Mmmm!” Trish moaned, kissing Cin with need, bucking her hips against Cin’s palm.
Still mad that, before this, I had the biggest cock I’d ever seen. Now…
Her fingers traced a bulging vein along the side of Trish’s member, feeling every beat of her heart through it as she did.
Cin’s hand was already wet. Not from the shower, that had already dried. No, Trish had more pre than most girls had pussy juice. It made it soooo easy to twirl her hand around the tip, to feel her idol squirm beneath her touch.
“I can’t believe I get to be Trish Logen’s first time,” Cin giggled in her ear.
Trish just whimpered, as Cin’s thumb teased the slit of her cock.
“Cin… we can’t. I can’t. We shouldn’t.”
“You’re doing so good…” Cin praised, meaning it, but also trying to imitate Lina’s slut-whispering that had been so effective on Renee.
The situation wasn’t exactly the same, but it had more similarities than it had any right to.
“You think that’ll make you cum, baby?” Cin cooed, starting to slowly stroke the parted ring of her fingers over Trish’s crown. Not like she could close her grip, this fucking thing would look at home in a pile of logs.
“Fuuuuck yes…” Trish gasped.
“Goooooood,” Cin chuckled. Both of them were watching her hand stroke over Trish’s cock, but Cin turned to look Trish in the eye, sly smile splitting her lips. “But you’re lucky I’m a fan. No way I’m letting Trish Logen’s first anything end in a handjob.”
“W-what?”
Cin didn’t explain. Her lips would do that for her, with no need for her voice.
She kissed softly at Trish’s neck, down her collarbone to her breasts, sucking a plump nipple into her mouth.
Each move she made caused Trish’s breath to catch, made her twitch, made her moan. Cin moved down to her abs, marvels of anatomical architecture. She felt like her tongue was skiing moguls as it slid over and between them, collecting the sweet taste of Trish’s skin, the salt of her sweat.
“You’re so fucking sexy…” Cin said, as she slid over slightly, settling between Trish’s legs.
She knew Trish could feel her breath on her sack.
Then she could feel her lips. Her tongue.
Mmm. Salty…
Full.
Frankly, Cin hadn’t been certain she’d have any use for a dick that wasn’t attached to her.
Turned out she didn’t much care what someone’s genital situation was, as long as they turned her the fuck on.
Her lips popped as she broke their seal on Trish’s nuts. She let her tongue loll out, then kept eye contact with her coach as she dragged it alllllll the way up Trish’s huge, twitching girlcock.
“Cin… Cin!” Trish gasped as Cin reached her head, closing her lips around the tip and stroking her tongue along the slit. Trish’s hands shot forward, her grip like iron around the back of Cin’s skull.
Slowly, insurmountably, she pulled down, the pressure popping Trish’s entire head into her mouth for the first time.
Her fingers gripped into Cin’s hair, surprisingly gentle. It was less like she needed to control, than she wanted to make absolutely certain Cin was real, that this was really happening.
Though control was certainly asserted. Once’s Cin’s head went far enough back it might as well have been hitting a wall.
Cin closed her eyes, and started bobbing. The huge intrusion of Trish’s cock was difficult to get used to, but not unpleasant. It didn’t taste good so much as it tasted sexy, just like she smelled.
A heady musk, filling Cin’s nostrils and threatening to steal her reason. And Trish had just showered!
Cin hoped she smelled like this to her girls.
Hoped she tasted like it too. Without it, sucking cock might be kind of a chore.
With it, though, she felt like that owl trying to get to the center of a tootsie pop.
She just had to be sure not to get too excited and bite.
Cin felt Trish’s fingers start to twitch, first. The second sign was her breath, starting to come in gasps and fits. Then her hips, bucking, pressing that monolithic member as deep as Cin could take it, which, frankly, wasn’t very.
As the magnificent cock in her mouth started to twitch and pulse, Cin started to get excited herself; and a little scared.
Those balls had been full. She might drown…
Her eyes went wide as the first hot splash hit the back of her throat, a long burst that half filled her mouth in one go.
The taste was overpowering, the volume overwhelming. One more twitch and her cheeks were puffed out, and she could either be a little bitch, or…
Cin swallowed, feeling Trish’s thick seed slide down her throat, coating the sides like cough syrup. Trish groaned, hands holding her in place, but not pushing. It was nice, actually, the way one rough thumb stroked at her cheeks.
And she just kept swallowing. To the point she actually started to feel full, like she’d necked a 40 oz protein shake in one go.
Finally, the flow slowed, the last spurts falling hot onto her tongue.
“Ah!!!” Trish gasped, squirming as Cin gave a last few gentle sucks, coaxing just a bit more of that thick batter out of what had better be some pretty empty balls.
Cin finally raised her head, and let Trish’s softening cock slap against her cheek. She traced her fingers along its side, finding she enjoyed its warmth, its weight.
She looked up at Trish, eyes closed, head thrown back in ecstatic recovery. When she finally looked down at Cin, she found a soft, good humored smile waiting for her.
“That… that… Cin…” Trish said, not quite able to form full thoughts again yet.
She looked scared though.
Cin laughed softly, then laid a gentle kiss on the shaft ornamenting her face.
“Gonna let you know, Coach, I enjoyed the hell out of that. You start to get worried, you come to me, okay?” Cin said, raising an eyebrow over her smirk. “I’ll get the evil out of you, and anything else you’ve got stored in these big, beautiful balls.”
Even through the afterglow, Trish’s eyes weren’t entirely soft.
30 years. That was how many years of self-discipline and control Cin had just swallowed.
As confident as Cin felt, who knew? Had she just been the werewolf, spreading the curse?
“We’re each other’s responsibility now, Amie. I gotta admit, I don’t… feel like the monster I was told I’d be. But what about tomorrow? The next day? What about that for you?”
Cin giggled, giving Trish’s big cock a kiss.
“Well, if you feel anything bad building up in that santa’s sack you call a scrotum, I guess you know right where to put it.”
A little air escaped Trish’s nose. The smallest sound a person could make and have it still count as a laugh. She shook her head.
“Guess that might have to be how it is. That or the pills–”
“No! No pills. You know what they do to us. You won’t be Trish “Ribcracker” Logen anymore, that’s for sure.”
Trish shrugged.
“I’ll be a zombie, if that’s what it takes. You shouldn’t have to, you know…”
“I want to! Although believe me, this time was a freebie. Next time, you reciprocate, though, yeah?”
“I– heh. Okay, yeah. Fuck it. Won’t hurt to try,” Trish laughed. More of a giggle, really. Sounded wrong, coming out of this hard, disciplined woman.
But it was so, so right