The Futa Family Ch. 09

It was lunchtime, and I was sitting with a few of my friends from 5th period. It was always nice to have a break from Precalculus-Trig, though I actually enjoyed that class. While I was easily passing the class, Mr. Friedkin warned me that college-level math was much more difficult.

"Oh, that reminds me!" Eric Mabry said aloud after taking a swing of juice. "Hey, Carter! I need to ask you a favor. We're doing a pickup game tomorrow after school, and I need you on my team."

"Who else is in?" I asked him.

"We're doing six on six against some kids from St. Bartholomew's. So far, it's me, you, Ben Waller, Taylor, Andrew, and Jess."

I liked that lineup; all the people he named were really good at soccer. We all played well with each other, especially since we played for the varsity teams of our school. We also played with each other quite often outside of school.

"Count me in," I told him.

"YES!" Eric crowed. "We're playing Mike Cezzo and a bunch of others."

"It should be nice to see him running on the grass as opposed to smoking it," this girl named Tori said at the table.

Everyone else at the table roared with laughter. I'll let you in on the joke. You see, Mike used to go to high school with us, until he got in trouble freshman year for smoking weed in the janitor's closet. He got expelled and his parents sent him to St. Bartholomew Catholic School. Still, we all loved hanging out with him.

Sure enough, that Friday after school we met up at Live Oak Park at around 4:30 PM. It was perfectly cloudy out and there was a nice breeze wafting through the air. Ben, Andrew, and Jess were all kicking around a ball by the time I showed up. Eric showed up a few minutes later with a Yeti cooler full of bottled water and Powerade. Taylor showed up last.

I smiled as my friend trotted over to us wearing an orange shirt, black shorts, and tall white socks. Taylor was a pretty girl of 18 years with a nice French bob of brown hair. She gave each of us hugs before we all started warming up and stretching.

"Here they are," Eric said, nodding in the direction of a few people walking towards us.

The only one that I recognized was an olive-skinned boy with black hair. We all yelled, "CEZZO!" and tackled him with hugs.

"I heard you like it when the nuns spank your ass with the ruler," Andrew joked.

"They also tell me to wear lipstick and a miniskirt before they do it," Mike said.

We all laughed and groaned, trading a few more bawdy jokes with each other before Mike made introductions of his squad. There was Luke, an extremely tall boy that towered over everyone else. Next was Carlos, a Hispanic kid with curly black hair. Standing behind Carlos was Isaiah, the only black kid there. Then, there was Heather, a short, skinny blonde with beady eyes.

Lastly was Kendall, a tall girl with long legs and dark red hair. She, Taylor, and Heather were the only girls on the field, but she was undoubtedly the prettiest girl there.

The game quickly got started. While Ben Waller played goalie, the other five of us went to work against Mike and his classmates. Contrary to Tori's joke from yesterday, Mike was not high that day. As a matter of fact, he was in top form, coordinating himself and his squad better than what we had expected. It was clear that his time at St. Bartholomew's had not been a waste.

Almost an hour had gone by, and we were trailing 1 to 2. I was enjoying myself, but I had noticed that Taylor seemed a bit off today. Usually, Taylor was a deadly center forward, great at eluding her opponents and scoring goals. Surprisingly, Jess was the only person on our team who had scored a goal. Taylor was having a hard time defending against the other team, especially when that girl Kendall got in her face.

I was actually about to go over and check on her, but I watched Eric beat me to the punch and almost get his head bitten off for his troubles. Taylor then jogged off the field and towards the bathrooms, prompting us to call a quick water break. The cooler got cracked open and we all grabbed some drinks.

"She going to be okay?" Kendall asked as she sat beside me on the bench and opened a bottle of Powerade.

"Yeah, I think so," I told her.

I felt a tingle of delight having such a beautiful girl sitting next to me. A breeze wafted the scent of her shampoo to my nose. It was interesting that she smelled so good after having played soccer for over an hour.

"Mike told me that she was the best on your team," Kendall said. "I thought that I should bring my A-game against her. I hope I didn't overdo it."

"No, Taylor knows that we're all just having fun," I assured her.

"Good. You're not bad yourself," she told me.

"Thanks. I've been playing since I was four," I told her. "I can't wait for the season to start next semester."

"I had the height for basketball," Kendall said. "But I love soccer so much more. I love my team. I actually want to coach in the future."

"That's sweet."

That simple compliment was enough to bring a blush to Kendall's cheeks. She was actually a very great person. It was all I could do to keep myself from staring at those legs of hers, or her beautiful smile. I didn't even get a chance to talk to the other people on her team because she kept me in conversation all to herself. We all sat on the benches talking and resting for about 15 minutes before Taylor came back.

"Sorry, I bolted," Taylor said. "I had a bit of an upset stomach."

"Should we call the game?" Isaiah asked. "We've all been playing very hard."

"No, I feel better now. Let me grab a water and let's go."

None of us objected, and we collectively agreed to play for another 30 minutes before calling it quits. Sadly, we lost the game, with Mike's team scoring another point before the timer went off. We all took the loss pretty well, but I could tell that Taylor was bothered.

"Why don't we all grab something to eat?" Ben said. "We could go to Chili's or Denny's."

Even though I was up for it, a majority vote of 7 to 5 decided against it. Kendall was one of the votes against, regretfully stating that her parents wanted her home before dark. I had to admit that I was sad to see Kendall go.

I walked to my car, eager to go home and get some food. I unlocked one of the backdoors and threw my sports bag inside. About 20 minutes later, I pulled into my driveway.

It wasn't until I turned off the engine that I noticed a vehicle pulling up behind me. I immediately recognized Taylor's 1984 Ford Mustang GT. We both got out of our cars, and she walked towards me.

"Were you driving behind me the whole MMPH!"

My question was stifled by Taylor pinning me against the side of my SUV and kissing me. My eyes went huge; I wasn't really concerned about anyone seeing us, just surprised that this was happening. Up close, I could still smell the perspiration and grass on her body. If she wasn't holding my arms down, I'd be embracing her right now. I eagerly reciprocated, though her tongue was much more forceful than mine.

Before I could even speak, she grabbed my hand and dragged me towards my front door. I had the good sense to ready my house key to unlock the door. Taylor opened the door with a growl and towed me into the house so quickly that I was barely able to close the door.

My younger brother Eddie was in the living room watching television. He peeked over the sofa to see me and Taylor entering the house. He was about to say something but was rendered speechless as he saw Taylor dragging me upstairs. The last thing I saw as I went up to the second story was Eddie's slack-jawed face.

I was practically thrown into my bedroom. Taylor locked the door behind me and launched herself into my arms. Were my parents still home? Would they hear us?

The moment our bodies collided, nothing else mattered.

I enthusiastically hoisted her shirt over her head. Taylor had a slim, toned body befitting a girl as athletic as herself. She responded by relieving me of my shirt. My hands went towards her sweaty sports bra, but she beat me to the punch and removed it herself. The two of us tangoed our way towards the bathroom, leaving a trail of soiled clothing in our wake.

The two of us were fully nude, and I reached into the shower to quickly turn on the water. We kissed as we both stepped into the shower, and Taylor and I yelped; the water was still cold.

"Jeez!" Taylor laughed. "You think anyone heard us?"

"I dunno!" I chuckled. "I wonder what Eddie's thinking?"

"Whatever it is, it's not far from the truth. Come here."

Taylor grabbed me and started kissing me again, except she was less frantic than before. Right now, she was being tender and affectionate, caressing me and gently fondling my body. I grabbed a bar of soap and started lathering her body.

It was really strange, but while I was washing Taylor with my hands, she was licking and kissing every inch of my body. My toes curled as she sucked on my neck. I can't remember the last time she had done this before. We had just recently started getting sexually intimate with each other over the summer. Whatever had caused this behavior drew no complaints from me.

I brought the soap between her legs, feeling the tickle of her pubic hairs against my fingers. I then built up some lather in both hands and washed her apple-sized breasts. Her nipples were rock hard way before we had started our bath.

As the water warmed, I turned her around and kissed her neck. I ran the bar of soap around her pert tummy, which seemed to please her, since I heard her moaning and squealing as I kept washing her. My hand wandered down to her turgid cock, which was jutting proudly from her crotch.

Taylor was a futanari, possessing a penis, testicles, and a vagina. I was accustomed to her body so much that grabbing a penis that didn't belong to me didn't bother me in the slightest. It hadn't been too long ago that we started becoming sexually intimate with each other.

Right now, Taylor was squirming in my grip; I had started washing her balls, making her giggle with arousal. I pinned her against the shower wall and feasted on her neck while I fondled her male parts with my soapy hands. I was rock hard, and my dick was craving her female parts badly, rubbing up against her sudsy bottom.

Taylor turned around, took the bar of soap from me, and began washing me, starting with my chest. She looked so beautiful with her damp hair. She had this dazed look on her face, as if she were having the best dream of her life.

I don't know if it was the shower, the adrenaline, or the pheromones that Taylor was giving off, but a very licentious idea was entering my head. To be more precise, it was an idea that I had been pondering for a few months, but over time it became more intrusive. Being with Taylor had definitely broadened my sexual horizons, and now things were about to take a turn.

I didn't give her any warning before I got on my knees. I soon found myself at eye level with her crotch. I opened my mouth and put my face forward, taking her into my mouth before I could talk myself out of it.

I closed my eyes, trying to keep the soap and water out. I heard her gasp, and I felt her hands grasp the side of my head, not to push me away, but to steady herself as I fellated her. Though I had washed her shaft pretty well, there was still an undercurrent of heady musk beneath the taste of her soapy flesh.

Mentally, I tried to imagine all of the times that I had received head and used that as a basis on how to pleasure Taylor. I bobbed my head back and forth, breathing heavily through my nostrils to keep the water out of them. My tongue teased her firm, yet squishy glans, which I sucked like a strawberry.

"Yes, Carter!" I heard her voice hiss against the sound of the shower. "Oh, fuck!"

She giggled and moaned, trying her best to stay on her feet. I took her penis out of my mouth and sucked one of her hairy testicles. I felt Taylor's right hand leave my head and grasp at her cock. I cracked an eye open to see her stroking herself as I gave attention to her nuts. I thought of lifting up her sack in order to gain access to her pussy, but instead I gently took her dick from her and put it back into my mouth.

Taylor lowed as she put her left hand on the top of my head. Within my mouth I could feel her meat throbbing vigorously. I suddenly pushed my face forward, trying to throat as much of her cock as I could. I had long known that Taylor's dick was bigger than mine, but it had never bothered me.

"Oh, Carter," she grunted. "Oh, I'm gonna fucking cum! I'm gonna... MMM... MMM... MMM.... MMMMM!"

I felt four spurts of hot, salty goodness hit the back of my throat. I quickly pulled my head back, letting Taylor's cock slide past my teeth and back into the open air. I swallowed as much as I could, letting out a few small coughs. The two of us were panting, I, still on my knees, and Taylor trying to steady herself.

"How'd I do?" I asked as I stood up and turned off the water.

Taylor looked down at me and chuckled, still trying to recover from her orgasm. That was all the answer I needed. I pushed the curtain aside and stepped out of the shower. I tossed my friend a towel and grabbed one for myself.

"Where the FUCK did that come from?!?" Taylor asked with an astonished smile on her face.

"I... just wanted to do something nice for you," I offered.

"Well, mission accomplished!"

"How'd I do?"

"Not bad, definitely better than MY first time giving head."

"Maybe next time you could give me some more pointers," I said, grabbing a bottle of mouthwash and rinsing out my mouth.

"You wouldn't happen to have a hair dryer, would you?" Taylor asked.

"I think there might be one in my mom's room."

"Meh, fuck it," Taylor said.

She grabbed another towel and wrapped her hair with it. I walked into my bedroom and made for my dresser, fishing out a fresh pair of boxers. As I started to put them on, I noticed Taylor hopping into my bed, still nude, save for the towel around her head. I quickly abandoned any notion of getting clothed and got into bed with her. Unlike her, I was rock-hard.

Unfortunately for me, she didn't seem to be in the mood for what I had in mind. Instead, she rolled towards me and said, "That girl Kendall was great on the field."

"I guess," I said.

"Seriously, I bet she's been to some soccer camps or something. I can't wait to play her again."

I gave Taylor a puzzled look and asked, "Is that what got you all sprung?"

"I think so. I dunno," Taylor said to me, blushing and smiling like a child caught in a lie.

I smiled, too. Taylor was one of my best friends and it was cute to see her crushing on someone she'd just met. Being the good friend that I was, I told her about my conversation with Kendall. Taylor hung on every word as if I was giving her the winning lottery numbers. Even after I had exhausted all the details, she was hungry for more.

"Well, maybe we can arrange something with Cezzo," I told her.

"Good idea. Say, you think your parents would mind if I crashed here for the night?"

"They never do."

"Great. Say, let's order some Papa Johns. I'm buying."

"I'll text my folks to let them know."

I hopped out of bed and retrieved my phone from my shorts. After unlocking it, I noticed that the Facebook icon on my home screen had some notifications. I detoured from my original task and went into Facebook. To my surprise, I had a friend request from a certain redheaded soccer player. I walked over towards Taylor and showed her my screen.

"Guess who wants to be friends?" I said, doing my best not to sound too full of myself.

Taylor snatched the phone out of my hands and looked at it like it was a holy relic. Joy and disbelief were on her face. I couldn't help but notice something writhing underneath the bed covers near Taylor's groin.

"Lucky fucker!" Taylor chortled before tossing me my phone. "You've GOT to hook me up."

"I don't even know if you're her type," I said.

"Just leave that to me."

I called my parents, and, of course, they were fine with Taylor staying over. Taylor was pretty much family in the eyes of my parents. Not too long ago, my mom had seen us in bed together and had acted like we were having a good, old-fashioned slumber party. I let Taylor borrow some of my clothes and we went downstairs to do some laundry.

My parents arrived about half an hour later, and the pizza followed soon thereafter. Unfortunately, my folks were too tired to play cards, so I played with Eddie and Taylor after dinner. As expected, when it was time for us to turn in, Taylor didn't want to crash in the guest room, again opting to share a bed with me.

As the two of us crawled underneath the covers, Taylor went back into talking about Kendall. She kept pestering me to open my phone so that the two of us could browse Kendall's Facebook profile. As soon as I had it pulled up, Taylor snatched my phone out of my hand and clutched it like a starving person clutching a roasted chicken.

Not surprisingly, she went straight for the photos. There were tons of pictures and videos of Kendall playing soccer. There were a few that really caught our attention, like seeing Kendall paddleboarding down a river in a nice tight swim shirt and some bikini bottoms. Again, my eyes were drawn to those delightfully long legs of hers. Still, I certainly didn't crave her as much as Taylor did.

I kept expecting Taylor to hand my phone back to me, but she kept poring through all of Kendall's photos, as if she was entranced. Thanks to the light on the screen, I noticed that her nipples were hard. I wasn't much of a betting man, but I was willing to wager that some other parts of her anatomy were erect as well. It only took my hand going under the covers and between Taylor's legs to discover that I was correct. I gently grabbed at the lump and gave it a few squeezes.

Aside from some heavy breathing, Taylor didn't seem to notice or care what I was doing to her. I started kissing her neck, but she kept her eyes glued to the phone. Hearing no objections, I slid my hand down her pants, reached under her balls, and towards the thing that I really wanted.

"Can I help you, sir?" Taylor asked me at last.

"C'mon, let's fool around," I said.

"What's gotten into you?" Taylor giggled.

"I didn't get to nut in the shower," I told her. "That seems a little unfair to me."

"I'm beat."

"Not beat enough to perv on Kendall."

Taylor sighed and turned off my phone. She put the phone by her pillow, sat up in the bed, pulled her shirt over her head, and tossed it away. I took that as a cue to remove all my clothes. I felt joy as I watched Taylor fidget under the covers and then produce her bottoms. I quickly got on top of her.

"Keep it down," she hissed. "I don't want Eddie walking in on us."

"Don't worry."

Those were the last words I said before I entered her. Taylor grunted as I slid into her pussy. I slowly began pumping into her, making her moan as we rocked back and forth.

I silently thanked Kendall for getting Taylor all primed for me. She might have been tired, but her body was responding the way that I needed it to. I could barely see her face in the darkness of the bedroom, but I could feel her breath hitting my cheek as I fucked her.

Using my thumb, I toyed with her nipple, and Taylor grabbed my hand and clutched it to her breast. I kneaded her teat, feeling her strong heartbeat in the palm of my hand. We groaned and grunted as we caressed each other.

I decided then that I'd had enough of playing with her breasts. I laid my body flat upon hers, wanting to feel her soft, warm skin against my own. My lips found her cheek, and after giving it a few pecks, she turned her head to meet her lips with mine. Taylor gurgled with pleasure as she wrapped her arms and legs around me.

"That's it," she moaned. "Oh, yeah... give it to me just like that."

"Still tired?" I asked.

"Mmm-mmm. Not for this. Keep going."

I could feel her hard dick sandwiched between us, already dripping with pre-cum I nuzzled her hair, delighted by the way it softly brushed against my face. I increased the speed of my thrusts ever so slightly, but I was in no rush to wrap this up. There were no words to describe how much I enjoyed being this close with my friend.

In the back of my mind, I wondered if she was fantasizing about Kendall as we had sex. Taylor and I enjoyed checking out girls, and she regularly hooked up with girls at our school. Her status as a futanari was pretty much common knowledge to our classmates, and people rarely gave her any trouble about it.

Despite having played a rigorous game of soccer earlier in the day, I still found myself with enough stamina to give Taylor the fruits of my ardor. I kept expecting her to try and get on top, but she seemed contented to lie beneath me. I wanted to reach between us and stroke her cock, but that would interfere with the closeness our bodies were sharing. Still, I could feel it gently tapping against my tummy like some fleshy metronome. It was only a matter of time before we'd find out which penis would explode first.

"Carter... Carter... MMMM!"

Taylor did her best to keep her mouth clamped shut as her cock spewed its juices. Despite Taylor climaxing first, I didn't break my stride. Minutes later, I came inside of her, sending my cum rocketing inside of her. Thanks to her unique biology, I had no fear of impregnating Taylor. Futanari could only be impregnated by their own kind.

I was still in her embrace after I had cum. For all I cared, I was fine staying in this position until tomorrow morning. We shared another kiss before separating. While Taylor got up and headed to the bathroom, I removed the soiled linens from the bed. I put on my boxers, silently crept out of the bedroom, and got fresh ones from the linen closet.

When I returned to the bedroom, we remade the bed in silence, put on our clothes and went to sleep.

As I predicted, the next day, all Taylor did was pester me about Kendall. She kept wanting me to message her on Facebook and maybe arrange a meet-up. I tried anything to take her mind off of her, but she wouldn't let up.

"Come on," Taylor said. "Don't be such a wussy. Ask her if she wants to hang out."

"It's too soon," I insisted.

"ASK HER!"

I heaved a sigh and typed, "We should hang out sometime, maybe grab a pizza or something."

After hitting the send button, we both waited with bated breath for a reply. Those few minutes seemed like an eternity. Personally, I got tired of waiting and handed my phone to Taylor. I went back upstairs to finish up some homework that I didn't want to leave for Sunday. Taylor traipsed into my room with a sullen expression and gave me back my phone.

"Okay, I'm gonna head out," she sighed. "Let me know if... y'know."

"Later."

The rest of my Saturday was pretty humdrum. I did some chores around the house, played some video games, and watched some college football. Sunday was a day to strictly be lazy, or so I thought.

"Carter?!" I heard my mother cry from another part of the house.

I sat up on the couch and looked around. She entered the living room.

"Listen," she said. "I totally goofed up and forgot a few things from the grocery store. Could you please run down there and grab a few items."

I groaned and yawned as I arose from the couch. "What do I need to get?"

"Garlic butter, creamy Italian salad dressing, and four boxes of linguine."

I perked up at the sound of linguine. "You're making pasta?"

"That's right, just the way you like it. I'm making my meat sauce with the ground beef, Italian sausage, and meatballs."

"Say no more," I told her before I put on my shoes and left the house in my car.

About twenty minutes later, I was at the supermarket. After grabbing a basket, I gathered the items that my mother had asked for, as well as some Twinkies for dessert. I was on my way towards the front of the store, but after I turned down one of the aisles, I saw a familiar face.

"Carter?"

A few feet away was Dora, Taylor's oldest sister. She was a chubby woman in her thirties with short brown hair. She was wearing a t-shirt and some slacks, pushing a shopping cart laden with groceries.

I tried to surreptitiously move my shopping basket in front of my crotch, hoping that no one would see the faint lump that was growing there. Dora walked towards me with her cart.

"Hey, Dora," I said to her.

"Hello, Carter," she said with a smile.

My heart was pounding; it had been almost a month since I had seen her. Our last encounter involved the two of us hooking up in her bedroom. Our tryst had ended rather strangely: her family, Taylor included, had rushed into the room to separate us.

I had been warned repeatedly that out of everyone in Taylor's family, Dora had the largest sex drive. Dora enjoyed the company of both men and women. I had been told that both of these characteristics had been the reason why her previous marriage had fallen apart.

"It's been a while, huh?" I said.

"It sure has," she replied. "Did you get my special video?"

I heaved a large sigh and nodded as my face blushed; I knew that she was going to bring that up. Dora had sent me a video of her having a threesome with a man and woman in a hotel. The highlight of the video was when Dora used her huge futanari dick to have anal sex with the man.

"Well, that's good," Dora said brightly. "Say, what's your phone number?"

After she pulled her phone out of her purse, I gave her my phone number. This lady and her young daughter passed by and I felt some irrational embarrassment as they smiled at me and Dora. They had no idea that I was hiding a boner, and they had no idea that I was speaking with a futanari nymphomaniac.

"Listen, Carter. I meant what I said at the end of the video.... I want your ass."

"I know."

"My family's still being weird about you coming over the house, so how's about we find a nice hotel so that I can have you."

"I... I'm still thinking about it," I told her.

"I know... but it's still going to happen," Dora said pleasantly. "Before the end of the year, remember?"

I remembered all right. Dora had said as much at the end of the sex tape she'd mailed to my house. Before I could respond, Dora planted a kiss on my cheek, gave me a swat on the butt, and walked away. I had to wait about five minutes for my erection to subside before I was able to make it to the checkout lanes.

True to her word, Mom had made a delicious meal for us that night. Dad, Eddie, and I were left cradling our stomachs after several helpings of pasta and salad. Afterwards, we all went into the den to watch some football.

I heard a Messenger notification on my phone and pulled it out. I did a double take when I saw that the message had come from Kendall. The fatigue brought on by the delicious dinner that I had eaten was lifted instantly at the sight of her name.

Kendall: Hey! Sry about the late reply. Been tryna catch up on HW. I'd love to hang out. Would you want to go to Racing Riptides with me this weekend?

Me: The water park? Sure!

Kendall: How about we meet up around 9 or 10 in the AM? They're open until 6 PM.

Me: Great. Can my friend Taylor come along?

Kendall: I dunno. Isn't she still sore about the soccer game?

Now it was time for me to do some image improvement on behalf for my friend. I lied and told her that Taylor's time of the month had come, which is why she had been so irritable. I smiled ruefully to myself when I imagined what Taylor would think about me telling this to her crush.

Kendall assented and wished me a good night. I immediately shot Taylor a text message and she replied to tell me that she was absolutely down to hang out. For a moment, I was tempted to tell her about my encounter with Dora, but I didn't want to spoil her good mood... at least that's what I had told myself.