Cream of the Crop

"I don't believe you."

Taking a long, careful swig from her glass Hallie raised an eyebrow at her companion. "...And just what about that is so hard to believe?"

Tara blanched, looking down at her own drink as a blush crept up her pale white skin. "What, the fact that you have a dick isn't enough for you?"

Hallie laughed, leaning back against her chair and idly sticking a heeled foot against the table, showing off one of her bare thighs. They were in her apartment, supposedly going clubbing. However, the black-haired vixen had something else in mind. "Would you like to see it?"

Tara nearly choked at the proposition. She stammered out a few noncommittals before turning beet red again, hiding her plush pink lips behind her glass. Seeing an opportunity to further press her friend, Hallie leaned forward, her D-cup breasts practically popping out of her skimpy black top as her lips pursed in a mock-pout. "C'mon, it'll be the most fun you have all night. You can compare sizes with your boyfriend!"

"Gosh, should I get a measuring tape?" Tara replied sarcastically. But Hallie saw her shoot a long glance at the cinched white-leather micro-skirt she wore, a look of genuine curiosity on her face. Hallie could think far better things that would go well with that pretty face.

"How much have you drank already?" Hallie said, changing the subject. Tara shrugged, her shoulders bare up to the neck. She was wearing less than Hallie was, the slut.

"A couple of glasses of this - what is this called?"

"Pussy Pounder."

"Really." She said in a flat voice.

"Tends to set the mood, doesn't it?" Hallie grinned.

"Ugh!" Tara stood up, tired of Hal's constant ribbing. "I gotta freshen up if we're gonna go anywhere. Try not to think about me too much while I'm gone." She turned around, unintentionally showing off that beautiful, full ass of hers, barely concealed by the skimpy red dress she wore. Hallie felt a stirring in her skirt. The drink was already doing its magic.

"I'll do my best, babe." Hallie said, fondling herself under the table. She felt ready to fuck the legs off a donkey... or however that saying went. By the time Tara reached the bathroom she'd be feeling it too.

Hallie had been friends with Tara for a few months now. The stacked blonde bimbo was a sweetheart, but a little on the airy side. Hallie had wanted to hump her brains out from the day she'd met her, out clubbing with her friends. Now Hallie sat mere feet away from her, half naked and totally ready to begin. But she waited, patiently; like a cat that had already found its cream.

"I was thinking we could-" Tara began, before devolving into a low moan. "W-we could hit up - ahn!" The wet sound of frantic masturbation echoed through the door. Despite Tara's efforts to conceal what she was doing, she was painfully obvious with her efforts. "H-Hal!" She called out.

Hallie took her time standing up off her chair, adjusting her skirt so that her erection wasn't as apparent as her friend's own horniness. "Yes?" Hallie said through the door, holding the 's' on her tongue like a fine wine... or a thick load.

"I -uh, I n-need some help in here!"

"Something wrong, sweetie?"

"I - um... can you please just come in here for just a second?" The wet slapping sounds never ceased their cachophany.

Hal tried the door, then laughed, "You have to unlock it for me first, hun."

"Ah! O-okay!" The sounds ceased for a moment, followed by a click as she unlocked the bathroom door.

Hallie opened the door slowly, taking her time to drink in the full view of the object of her desire. Tara was sitting spread-eagle on the toilet, her knees above her head as she wildly fingered her exposed box. "Oh!" Exclaimed Hallie, "...should I - er, give you a minute?"

Tara didn't respond, her attention focused exclusively on her twitching sex. She blushed heavily as she rammed two of her fingers deep into soaking nethers. "Y-you..." She finally managed to gasp out, "You s-said you have... um... c-can I see it?"

"See... what?" Hallie said, playing coy. Her hand was still on the door and a smile on her face.

"Your dick."

Hallie pursed her lips. "And here I thought you'd be weirded out by it!" She laughed, "Your wish is my command, babe."

The drink was starting to hit Hallie hard. She had to stop her hand from shaking as she lifted her skirt up to expose her rock-hard member to her friend. The sight of her bare femininity caused something primal in her mind to whisper over and over into her head:

Fuck.

Like a shark spotting a school of fish, Tara watched Hallie undress. Her body visibly flushed red once her futa friend had properly exposed herself. "Damn," she groaned, her eyes lidding low, showing off her generous use of red with gold-flecked eye shadow, "You are bigger than my boyfriend!"

"Told you." Hallie teased, stretching lewdly to further accentuate both her curves and her assets - both masculine and feminine.

Tara chewed on her lower lip, her red lipstick smearing slightly. "Fuck, g-get over here with that thing!"

Now bottomless, Hallie walked casually towards her friend. "Are you okay with it being a 'girl's d-' oh!" Hallie gasped as Tara grabbed her meat in her open palm and begin to stroke vigorously. "I'll take that as a yes!"

Tara stared, seemingly mesmerized by the sight of her friend's package. "How do you even manage to go out with this thing?" She exclaimed.

"It's not as hard as you might think." Hallie said, only realizing what she'd said after it came out of her mouth. "Ah, I didn't mean it that way."

Tara giggled, stroking her friend's futa cock with all the enthusiasm of an experienced slut. "I know what you meant, but it's still funny. Tell me about it while I do this."

"Well, I - uh!" I tend to wear baggier pants, workout shorts that leave a lot of breathing room... nothing too forward all that often, like tonight... Nnngh!"

"Go on." Tara said, her blue eyes locked on Hallie's own hazel-tinted irises. The busty girl's hand began to move faster, and she added her other hand to the equation for good measure, using its practiced fingers to dip up into Hallie's up-till now untouched vagina. "What made tonight so special?"

"Um... well, y-you were - ah!" Hallie let out a cute squeak of pleasure.

"I was what?" Tara said, never breaking eye contact. She was smiling. Did she... did she know what Hallie had put in her drink?

"Y- you were going clubbing with me, just the two of us and-" Hallie groaned and lowered her shoulders, roughly humping against Tara's up and down tempo of jerking.

"And you wanted to get in my pants, was that it?" She kept smiling, showing pearly white teeth. Hallie wanted to give that smile something equally pearly to taste.

"Y-yes, ahn!" Hallie's hips twitched when she felt a third finger enter her womanhood behind her throbbing member.

"Well call me flattered, then." Tara said, smiling, "Because I don't down three glasses of 'Pussy Pounder' for just anyone I plan to go out clubbing with."

"B- but your boyfriend-"

Tara laughed, "Oh you pretty little thing, you actually believed that? That's adorable!" Hallie could smell her berry-scented perfume like an aphrodisiac in her nostrils. "I'm going to let you in on a little secret..." Tara leaned forward, brushing a stray lock of hair out of the way as she gently flicked her tongue up along the entire length of Hallie's shaft. "I don't have a boyfriend." When she reached the top, Tara dove down to engulf it between her sweet, red lips.

Hallie gasped in half-surprise, half-pleasure as she wrapped her fingers around her friend's head, running them through her soft hair. "You coy bitch!" She whispered, laughing aloud. Tara's only response was a happy gurgle as she roughly deep-throated Hallie's cock. The lights in the bathroom were dim enough that Hallie could see her friend's ministrations in muted, dull colors. The sound of her wet slurps brought an unintentional smile to Hallie's lips; this lady could suck!

Hallie dug her fingers through the tangled jungle of Tara's hair, moaning in enjoyment at her friend's ability to take her down to the base. Her stomach tickled when she felt Tara's nose bump against it, her tongue gently lapping against the underside of her shaft. "Y- you're really good at this."

Tara let out a chuckle - which, with a foot-long dick in her mouth caused little vibrations to run up all along its length. Tara shivered at its feel, her breath coming out in short gasps. "Ah! You're gonna make me..." Hallie came, wrapping her fingers around the back of Tara's head while she held her firmly in place at her base. She could feel it traveling up the length of her before it exploded out down Tara's gullet. She didn't even need to swallow, she was getting a direct sperm injection into her waiting stomach.

Halfway through the ejaculation Tara pulled off of her, revealing Hallie's dick to the open air like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat. Even Hallie was surprised by just how much she had managed to cram down Tara's throat. The last, desperate spurts landed in Tara's open, waiting mouth. She licked her lips. The blush on her face had only deepened.

"Girl, I am so ready for you!" She said, standing up and wrapping her arms fiercely around Hallie and jamming her tits against her plump bosom. They exchanged a kiss, Hallie blanching slightly when she tasted her own cum on Tara's tongue. Tara pulled away, laughing, "Oh, I see: you're completely okay with using me like a cumdump, but you aren't willing to take a little shot to the mouth? What ever will I do with you when we go to meet my friends?"

"Friends?" Hallie asked, but Tara had already pulled away from her, turning around, swishing her hair around behind and jamming her bubble butt against Hallie's groin. Her skirt was still on, but she was pantyless. "So, Hallie. What do you want me to be tonight?" Tara turned her head to look behind at her, putting a lone finger on the tip of her lips and putting a pouty face on, "Am I just an innocent girl who had too much to drink? Caught in the bathrooom and fucked till I can't stand? Am I your dominant bitch, who fucks you till you can't feel your private parts?" Tara grinded her hips against Hallie's cock, her lower lips lightly kissing the shaft. "What do you want me to be? So many options!"

Hallie chewed on her lower lip, desperate to respond but hesitant now that the moment was upon her. She hadn't planned to ruin Tara, just have a little fun. But...

Hallie leaned forward against Tara's bent form, hugging her softness hard against her body, "I want to fuck you!" She whispered through gritted teeth, "I want to fuck you till you cry out my name, till you can't be in the same room as me without wanting to bang like bunnies!"

Tara moaned, a big, happy grin appearing on her face. Her lipstick was smudged and her eye shadow was splotched; she wasn't going clubbing tonight. "Your wish is my command, babe."

Hallie growled, running her hands up and down Tara's body in an aggressive manner. She roughly groped her lover's bouncing tits in her hands, letting their weight sink into her palms, holding them up like they were melons at the market. Hallie's twitching member stuck between Tara's closed thighs, rubbing together against the wetness of her delta, leaving it slick and slippery. Her head brushed against the tuft of blonde hair that perched itself above her vagina like a landing pad.

"I want to dominate you." Hallie muttered in her blonde possession's ear, "I want you to know who owns you, so your dirty little pussy never forgets who is boss."

Tarah let out a groan, tilting her head back to lick desperately at Hallie's face. "T-then do it!" She said. The drink was starting to have a true, tangible effect on her form.

Hallie leaned off her lover's back, standing straight and pulling her cock out from between her thighs. She landed a hard smack on Tara's ass, leaving the most delectable hand print behind and eliciting a fervent squeal from the bounteous behind's owner.

"Bitch!" Hallie said, reveling in her persona, "We do it when I say we do it!"

Tara mewled like the good little whore she was, her eyes properly chastened by her physical punishment. "Yes Ma'am." She said, her hips twerking as she pushed against Hallie's navel.

"Fucking in a bathroom," Hallie snarled, her lips curling in a smile as she berated her lover "like we're college dorm mates and you couldn't help but bend over at the first sign of cock in your midst!"

"Mmmm," Tara said, letting out a lusty groan as she felt the thickness rub against her lower extremities, "I like that image. We might have to try out a schoolgirl fantasy one of these days."

"One of these-" Hallie had to suppress a genuine, amused giggle at her friend. She quickly recovered her composure, the sternness leaking through her lips, "Slut, we haven't even split your cunny with my pole and you're already talking about next time? One step at a time!"

"This step is taking altogether too long." Tara said, tilting her head back and giving the raven-decked girl a sultry, half-lidded look. "Perhaps you could... 'expedite' the process?"

Hallie let loose out a triumphant smirk and slapped her male self upon the bare skin of the blonde's back. "I didn't know you could even say such a complicated word, much less know what it meant."

"I'm full of surprises... Ma'am." Tara teased.

"Let's find out about that." Hallie said, shifting her hips back in a distinctly girlish fashion before awkwardly aligning her tip against the clutching hole that quivered like a virile beacon in the small bathroom. Despite her bravado, Hallie was still something of a novice in using her maleness against a pliant, accepting female. But the stiff drink and the eagerness of her partner's wiggling bottom more than made up for it. After a few, fumbling attempts to adjust herself (during which the inebriated futa's blush only deepened) Hallie pressed forward, sinking into the tight confines of Tara's snatch with a sigh of relief.

Tara sighed in anything other than relief. She let out a deep, mewling cry as the sheer scale of Hallie's bulge slid into her with creeping intensity. "God... damn, girl." She whispered, lowering her head so only her neck and the tangle of her hair was showing. Hallie took that as a sign to begin pumping. Their hips moved in asymmetrical motions as the two unfamiliar beaus got used to the shifting movements and subtle idiosyncrasies of the other. Soon, Hallie's hips were smacking against the bare skin of Tara's bottom with the perfect rhythm of tandem ice skaters.

"Say more dirty talk to me, Hallie." Tara said, her breath short, rapid spurts of air as she tried to keep her legs from shaking. "The whole 'femme fatale' schtick really does it for me."

"Does it?" Hallie said, her voice attempting to match the high, aristocratic tone she had adopted when courting Tara. It was hard to do, wrapped as she was in the steaming bounds of Tara's vagina. "You're just a tramp, aren't you? Seducing me, making me think you were a little, oh! A l-little innocent flower with a boyfriend. Is this the first time you've even seen girldick before?"

"Yes..." Tara gasped. Hallie actually believed her. The thought alone turned her on.

"Three months I've been seeing you, talking to you, trying to get up the courage to say something to you." Hallie's feminine form shook as she thrusted madly against the object of her affections. "And here I find out that all I had to do was throw some penis in your lap, and you'd go to town on it like you were the first whore in Gomorrah."

"I am a whore." Tara squealed, "I'm a dirty little whore who loves when you fuck me like a doll. God, Hallie I'm about to-"

Tara came, her back arched and she let out a piteous cry as her insides clenched around the invading member. Hallie bit her full lips and let out a groan of her own, her muscles tightening as she felt herself thicken within Tara's insides. At the last moment she pulled out, her masculinity squelching out of Tara, who reached beneath her stomach to grip it in two hands.

"Now, now," She said, her voice almost empty of air, "Don't want to make a mess of your apartment yet, right?"

Pointing the baby cannon downwards towards the toilet, Hallie jerked and came as she felt her friend's hands massage the skin with dexterous fingers, the load that should have gone inside of her instead firing harmlessly into the open toilet bowl. It dyed the otherwise pristine water within a milky white.

"Fuuuuck." Hallie said, hopelessly enjoying the last, spurting jerks of Tara's hands on her prick. Hallie's own femininity was soaked with a jealous lack of stimulation. Perhaps later. She thought wistfully.

After the last bit dripped like a leaking faucet from her dick, Tara turned her body around to face the girl who had - with one deft maneuver - become her girlfriend. With eyes shining with something that spoke of a few thoughts beyond bareback lust, Tara smooched the girls lips, their tongues intertwining as they held each other in their arms.

"You've got great tits." Tara said.

"Th-thank you." Hallie stammered, her thoughts more on the feel of this beautiful thing in her arms than her own physicality. "Youre... beautiful."

Tara quirked her lips in amusement. "'Pussy Pounder?' Really?"

Hallie let out an embarrassed chuckle. "Yeah. Guy at the store said it was perfect for... um-"

"Ravishing me?" Tara said, kissing her again full on the lips. Their lipstick smudged against each other. "I think it worked, love. What say we postpone the date night for when we can be just a little bit cleaner?"

"Of- Of course!" Hallie said, her face lighting up when she heard Tara say the words 'date.' "But... what was that you said about your friends?"