Fam and Futanari Ch. 01: Willow

"Must be nice," she said distantly, then seemed to recollect herself. "Thirsty?" she asked.

"I am," I said. Despite washing my face and brushing my teeth, the taste of Mary seemed to linger, if only in my imagination. Yes I was thirsty. And famished too. And acutely conscious of the contrast between Willow's designer outfit and my jeans-and-jumper. Dating a millionaire sucked. I wondered if she was about to take me somewhere so posh I'd feel completely out of place.

But no. Less than five minutes later she parked outside a tea room in the centre of Harpenden, and my eyes drank in the array of sandwiches and cakes. "I think I made the right choice," she said, clearly amused by my reaction.

"If you're trying to seduce me," I said, "you're doing everything right."

Willow laughed, and pulled me close for a kiss. "I am absolutely trying to seduce you," she murmured. "Thank you for the feedback."

The kiss set butterflies swirling within me, but I pulled away guiltily. "There's something I need to tell you."

"Tea and cake first," she said sternly. "I don't like having my heart broken on an empty stomach."

So we sat and drank tea, which soothed my nerves and refreshed my spirit, and we ate each other's cakes as we chatted about inconsequential things, and I actually began to believe that the thing between us wasn't absurd and impossible.

And then our plates were empty and the tea all gone, and the easy conversation faltered. "So," Willow said. "Tell me."

I nodded slowly. "You said you told Charlie, 'It's what's up here that counts.'" I tapped my temple, just as she had done. "Do you mean that?"

She stared at me for a minute, deep in thought, then shook her head - but not in denial. "It is a cruel jest that the universe plays on us women," she said. "We have survived one contagion only to face another. I have been asking myself the same question for days: Should I isolate and shun the company of other women for fear of what might be?"

Willow reached across the table to take my hands in hers. "Screw the universe," she said fiercely. "I am sick of self-isolation."

I sighed with relief, and smiled. "I think I love you."

She raised an imperious eyebrow. "You only think you love me? Then I must work to convince you..."

*

"I want to make love to you in every room of the house," Willow said, halfway through the official tour. We were in a huge lounge with a TV bigger than my bedroom.

There was no evidence of the previous night's party. It had all been cleared away and tidied up like magic. And there was no sign of other people either. We had Willow's mansion all to ourselves. "That could take a really long time," I replied.

She grinned. "I hope so."

I wasn't averse to the idea, but my mind kept drifting back to the morning's fantasy. "Do you have a secret sex dungeon?" I asked.

Her laughter echoed through the house. "What would I do to you in this secret sex dungeon?"

I could feel my cheeks burning. "I don't know... Tie me up with rope? Spank me?"

"Hmm. One of my exes is into shibari. Not really my thing. But I will happily spank you till your cheeks are rosy."

I was embarrassed beyond measure, but also painfully aroused. Having a cock could be a serious nuisance. Willow turned towards me and put a hand on the bulge in my jeans. "You've teased me long enough, Lizzie. Let's see what you're packing."

I could deny her no longer. I needed her to see it. I needed to know that she could still love me despite it. I unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them down, along with my underwear. My cock sprang up, semi-erect and hardening swiftly.

Willow whistled her appreciation. "I know a porn director who would love to get his hands on you." She caressed it gently with one hand, her expression intrigued. "I've never actually touched one before."

"Is it gross?"

She shrugged. "I like who it's attached to." She stripped me out of my top and bra and guided me backwards until I was forced to sit on the leather sofa behind me. Her own dress and underwear followed suit, and she straddled me on the sofa, my cock pressed between us as we kissed. "Have you fucked anyone with it yet?"

"No."

"Good. I want to be the one and only." She raised up and guided the tip to her pussy, and eased down. "Fuck that's big," she hissed as the head penetrated her. Bouncing gently up and down, she took the full length into her, inch by inch. For me it was exquisite. The tight grip enveloping my flesh was almost enough to make me come.

"Don't you dare," Willow growled. "If you come in me without permission, I will spank you so hard you won't dare sit down for a week."

That was a cruel threat, and I didn't doubt her for a second. She lifted awkwardly, and drove herself back down, and repeated this a few times until she was riding me with no apparent concern for anyone's pleasure but her own. She looked magnificent too, her breasts bouncing, her hair chaotic.

And of course it was good for me too. I could feel the tension building swiftly until climax seemed inevitable. "Please," I begged her. "I'm so close."

"No," she said firmly, riding me harder than ever.

I couldn't help it. I cried out as I tumbled over the precipice into convulsing, ecstatic pleasure, my cum erupting within her.

"Fuck!" she cried, her face and chest flushed, her breathing ragged. I could feel her powerful contractions as she achieved her own orgasmic relief. She continued to ride me until there was nothing left but trembling aftershocks of pleasure, and then she slumped against me.

"You naughty girl," she whispered by my ear, sending a thrill of fear and excitement rippling down my spine. "Just wait till I get you over my knee..."