the woman with big Dick ( bigger than man)

Joyti Chadha the-MILF PUNJABAN SHEMALE

When I was 25, I went through a really bad break up. Bad as in traumatic to me, not necessarily as in messy. Her name was Sanjana and we had dated almost all the way through university, having met at the very beginning of the second semester, and being official and exclusive by summer break. We had been young and passionately in love, I thought she was my soul mate. The girl I was going to marry. But then, just as we were entering our final year of school, she left me. She said that she was sorry, but that she couldn't keep holding me back - that there were things she wanted out of life which were different from what I wanted, and she didn't want us to hold each other back from our dreams - and with that she gave me back the key to my apartment, had her friends pack up her things a few days later, and left.

I was an absolute wreck for weeks. I yo-yoed between not eating anything, and eating everything in the house, I left my beard unkempt and sloppy, I stopped showering, and I was drunk all the time. I barely went to class, and I only managed to maintain my high grade average under extreme pressure. I was, simply put, a heartbroken wreck.

After a while, my best friend and housemate, Arun, had had enough. He threw out all my booze, unplugged my xbox, and practically fireman carried me into the bathroom and dumped me in the shower and locked me in and refused to let me out until I had showered, shaved, and returned to some semblance of "normal Manjeeet", as he put it. Then we went out to bars in gurgaon. For night after night after night we went out to the local bars and got hammered and hit on girls. We were actually pretty successful, too. The two of us are not unattractive young men - though Arun is a bit more of the classic good looks guy and I'm something of a mix between geek chic and lumberjack chic - and that, coupled with my break-up, got us both a lot of sympathy sex over those weeks. But it wasn't the same.

It wasn't the same, first and foremost, because it was all meaningless hookups with girls I'd never met before and probably would never see again - and I tended to like to make connections with people before I slept with them - but also for a certain particular key reason.

See, Sanjana had had special equipment "below decks" as it were. She was 100% fully a woman in all the ways that counted, was the way she phrased it to me when she first told me and I first saw, but instead of a cute little slit, she had some very different equipment down below. She was a girl with "something extra" as the saying was. A futanari, as they are sometimes called. Essentially, she was a girl, but instead of a vagina, hanging between her legs had been a 7.5 inch penis, a way bigger than my 5 inches. I'm not going to lie, I had been turned off, almost repulsed, even, at first. But I loved Sanjana, and I couldn't imagine never having sex with her. And I couldn't imagine letting her think I found her disgusting or repulsive or anything like that, so I had allowed myself to...experiment. We started slowly at first, and very incrementally. First our sex was more or less what any other non-futa couple would be, with the exception of me giving her a handy at some point during it. And as I began to get comfortable with that, we started pushing my boundaries more and more until by the time we celebrated our 6 months anniversary not only did I let her fuck me, I actually enjoyed and preferred it - as did she, as I learned later that she was naturally more of a top than a bottom and always like to fuck me, but since most guys wouldn't even consider it, she usually wound up bottoming if she wanted to have sex at all.

And after two and a half years of some of the craziest, hottest, kinkiest sex of my life, nearly every night, with the woman of my dreams, going back to more vanilla vaginal sex with non-futanari women in a series of repeating one night stands seemed essentially hollow, and it was doing nothing to get me over Sanjana. In fact, it just caused me to miss her more. Eventually Arun and I stopped going out to the bars.

Arun was the only one of my friends, male or female, who knew the truth about what Sanjana had been packing - it wasn't that either of us were ashamed, it was just that for reasons of societal expectations, and given the highly conservative nature of the surrounding area in which we lived, and the fact that she simply wanted to be seen as a regular girl like any other, rather than "that girl with a cock on campus", we decided to keep the specifics of our sex life essentially between ourselves - Arun only knew because he was my best friend and house mate, and he accidentally walked in on us one day when we had both snuck back to my place for a mid-afternoon delight. He had been overwhelmingly supportive and accepting of the whole thing, and had helped otherwise keep Sanjana's secret.

Because he was my best friend, he wanted to see me happy and to stop sulking around in my own depression, though, as I had been doing. Sanjana was gone and she wasn't coming back. So he had slowly started to arrange blind dates for me, and had eventually even persuaded me to go on them and try to have a good time. Most of them were disasters, of course. There were so many bad ones I had begun to wonder where he found these girls and if he was setting me up on bad dates on purpose in some kind of zen-master way to teach me a lesson. I had just about had enough of it, though, and I had told him as much one day when he told me he had found the perfect woman to set me up with. That he knew she and I would hit it off, and that if I went on this one last blind date and it didn't work out that he promised he'd leave me alone and let me pine after Sanjana all I wanted - for the rest of my life, if I had wanted - and he wouldn't say shit. Well, with an offer like that, I couldn't hardly refuse. And I'm glad that I didn't.

Arun had set everything up, of course, but made sure that it reflected my personality, instead of his. Reservations at a very hip, posh chines tapas restaurant and wine bar on the main entertainment street near our university, followed by tickets to and a groupon for a tasting menu at a chic local desert-only restaurant near the theatre. All I had to do was show up, dress nice, and make a decent impression. Which I did, and I'm glad that I had.

She showed up quite late - almost a half hour after the time we agreed to meet - and I was considering getting up, paying for the glass of wine I had already drunk, and leaving, but just as I was looking around for someone who would get me my bill, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned my head in the direction of a sweet, feminine voice as it asked

"Excuse me, are you Manjeeet, Arun's friend?"

"Why yes, I am," I replied, as I turned to face the voice. When I saw who it belonged to, I was stunned silent for a minute before I was able to catch my breath and speak.

"Mrs...Dhillon?"

Mrs. Dhillon was my across the street neighbour for a significant portion of my childhood, and was a friend of my mother's, despite their difference in age (my mother was about 15 years her senior). She was certainly old enough to have been considered a MILF when I was younger, and going through puberty - and in fact, she was my very first crush; I remember thinking I was so sneaky when I would peek through my bedroom window at night when I was fourteen and fifteen and see her changing in her bedroom, even though of course now I know she had to have known - and now, in her lower forties, was the perfect age to be considered a cougar.

She was still as hot as ever, if a bit different than I remembered. She was a full grown punjabi aunty, probably taller than my five foot four, maybe five foot eight.
Her skin was the colour of toffee; her heart-shaped face held a prominent, Iranian nose, piercing grey eyes, and brownish-black hair that framed her face and fell down to her shoulders in ringlets, giving away the fact that before she had married and become Mrs Dhillon, she had been a Chadha. On her heavy size, her body supportive large, watermelon breasts - which were probably enhanced slightly, but I remember they were large and tight even when I was a young teen - Her ass, too, was very wide , round, and firm.

She wore a form fitting salwar suit that accented her skin colour perfectly and accentuated all her curves in all the right places, and showed just enough typical punjabi hairy skin to be daring, whist being modest enough to be classy.

"Manjeeet? Manjeeet singh?" She asked, shock colouring her face as she studied me.

"Well, I go by Manu or MANJEEET now to everyone but my mum and sister," I said, "but yeah, its me...what are you doing here, Mrs Dhillon ?"

"Wow, Manju...err, I mean, Manjeeet, you certainly have grown up nice," she said in a way that was far too sultry than I thought any of my mother's friends - even her super hot friends - were capable of.

"Umm...thanks, Mrs Dhillon?"

"Joginder...or Jyoty, if you like"

"What?"

"Well, I mean, I'm not Mrs D anymore...I'm not exactly Mrs Anything anymore, after the divorce," she said, sitting down across from me, as I barely noticed.

"What? You and Mr D now divorced? When? That's horrible," I said, truly. Mr.Dhillon was such a nice guy, he always helped out all the kids in the neighbourhood, even after his son had grown up and moved out, which was several years ahead of me in school.

"Yeah, a little," she said, honestly. "But it was mostly mutual. I mean, he did some things he shouldn't have, I did some things I shouldn't have...we were fighting too much and not making love nearly enough...eventually, basically we decided that our marriage had run its course. It was fun whilst it lasted, but we found out that if we wanted to have any chance of staying friends, we couldn't stay married," she said, ruefully. "He is still a good man and I care about him a great deal. But we needed different things out of the rest of our lives. So, I'm back to being Joginder Chadha, city girl on the hunt," she said, chuckling. "Which brings us to here. To our date," she said, pausing to drink some wine which the waiter had brought to the table without me fully noticing.

"And you're not...wierded out by going on a blind date with me? Your friend's son?"

"Not at all. Age is nothing but a number, after all. And you're cute, I'm a big woman...we're both adults. Whatever we get up to, if anything, doesn't have to be anyone's business but our own"

"Really?" I asked, almost incredulously. In all the time I had known Mrs. Dhillon , she had never been this, well, cool. At least, not when I was around anyway. Maybe being Joginder Chadha agreed with her (A Masculine name though). "But what about my Mum?"

"I won't tell her if you wont," Joginder said. "But...if this is too weird for you, going on a date with your Mum's hottest friend, I can leave..." she said, clearly slightly hurt but also very understanding.

"No!" I cried, almost too eagerly. I could see the hint of a devilish smirk flash across her face. "No," I tried again. "Its not that, its just...a bit awkward, maybe a little. But you're here, I'm here...let's just have some dinner, go on with the date and worry about everything else later," I said, motioning for her to please sit back down. She complied.

"I would like that very much, Manjeeet," she replied, smiling demurely. "So tell me...what's a young, attractive guy like yourself doing relying on blind dates with older women?" she asked, almost teasing.

I told her about Sanjana and everything that had happened since - well, aside from Sanjana being a futanari, that is - and she was so understanding. We talked about how we both knew Arun in order for him to set us up - she had recently moved to the area from the old gurgaon neighbourhood where we had both lived after the divorce, and she got a job working at the same company he worked for - and all sorts of other things. From everything and anything under the sun. We talked for hours about music and philosophy; about the future, about the world, about politics; I told her about the backpacking trip I was planning, she told me about the backpacking trips she took in college to Nainital to walk the Haridwar and to Dehardun..and so much more besides. We had talked for hours but the time seemed to go by in a breeze. We continued talking and drinking long into the night after our meals had finished, and we had missed both the Three Stooges revival and the desert tasting menu as the bakery was closed by the time we realised what time it was and the restaurant was closing.

Neither of us wanted to go our separate ways just that moment yet, however, and after sharing two bottles of wine between us, Joginder asked me back to her apartment. I was originally hesitant, because I knew I would rather go to bed with Sanjana, or at least a futanari woman like her, but I had enjoyed my time on our date, and knew that if we wound up sleeping together, at least this sex would be fun and meaningful, if not as kinky as I was now used to.

When we got to her apartment, she gave me a quick tour and then beckoned me to sit on the couch in her living room, as she freshened up.

"Can I get you anything before I go? Beer? Water? Coffee?"

"Water would be great, actually," I said honestly.

"Bottles of water are in the fridge, second shelf. You'll see them," she said, indicating with her hand towards the kitchen and the fridge which was directly in my line of sight thanks to her open floor plan.

"I'm going to go freshen up," she said, "I'll be right back" she said, before kissing me, hard, on the lips.

As she left to do that, I grabbed a bottle of water, cracked open the top, and began to drink the cool liquid. She had been taking a few minutes so I began to wander around the living area aimlessly looking at the art and photographs that adorned the wall.

"Like what you see?" I heard a voice behind me ask, and I was about reply that I didn't know art but I knew what I liked, when I turned around to catch her gaze and saw the most beautiful sight I thought I'd ever see.

Joginder was standing behind me, legs spread shoulder width apart, completely naked - unless you counted the hungry look in her eyes - and stroking a massive ten inch cock surrounded by dense forest of black pubic hairs that swung between her legs.

I was so surprised and shocked by the sight - I never would have guessed in a million years; though the same was true about Sanjana - but also the boldness of it that I was stunned silent for a moment. Even at her most aggressive and dominant, Sanjana never would have been so up front, confident, and casual about this sort of thing. I have to say though, that it was one of the hottest things I'd ever experienced.

"Well? Do you like what you see?" She asked again. "Arun told me that you and I would be a good fit, sexually. He told me you'd be into this sort of thing, but he didn't tell me why...I take it Sanjana was a futanari, like me?"

"Well, no one is like you, Jyoty," I replied, finding my voice again

"Aww, you're such a charmer," she said, smiling. Still stroking her cock, she continued,

"But she was, wasn't she? A futa?"

"Yes"

"Did she fuck you?"

"Yes"

"You liked it, didn't you?"

I simply nodded in the affirmative.

"I'm a top-only girl. Do you know what that is?"

I had a sneaking suspicion what it was, but I shook my head no because I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted to know for sure.

"I think you do, Manjeeet, but I think you want me to tell you anyway...its okay, I'll humour you," she said, laughing lightly as she stroked her cock lightly. "It means that when I have sex, I don't get fuck, anywhere, ever. It means that when I have sex with someone, it means that they suck this big dick and I fuck them. That sounds hot to you, doesn't it?" she asked, almost taunting me.

I nodded in the affirmative. Yes, yes it did sound hot. Especially the way she said it.

"Do you want to have sex with me, Manjeeet?" she asked. "Do you want to suck my cock and let me fuck you deep?"

"Y...y...yes," I said, stammering in nervousness and excitement. I couldn't believe this was happening.

She smiled a bright smile that could have lit up the entire room.

"Good, cos I want that too, Manjeeet. I want it so much. I wanted it since I saw you in the restaurant earlier today," she said, dropping the cock out of her hands and approaching me. She kissed me, deeply and hard, but also passionately. When she pulled away, she helped me get out of my clothes as quickly as I possibly could.

When I, too, was naked, she started slowly stroking her cock again, though this time she was much closer to me than she had been before.

"So...you wanna suck my big dick?"

All I could do was lick my lips and swallow the nervous lump in my throat.

She smirked devilishly.

"I'll take that as a yes. Good, now why don't you get on your knees and put that pretty mouth of yours to good use...this cock isn't going to suck itself, you know," she said, pushing me down by my shoulders so that I sunk down onto my haunches until I was eye-to-eye with her cock.

I hesitated. Licked my lips.

"What are you waiting for? Blow me," she said, grabbing her dick by its base with one hand and the back of my head with the other and forcing them towards each other with a power I didn't know she had.

The next thing I know, her fully engorged head, as well as about a quarter of her already-big and only partially-hard dick was in my mouth, and she released a low, guttural, almost growl-like moan of pleasure as my desires took over. I used my tongue to trace small circles around the head and up and down the shaft as I sucked her for a few moments, encouraging her to get harder and bigger in my mouth. After a few moments, I pulled her cock out of my mouth and exclusively used my tongue to flit over her, starting with the tip of her head, all the way down her shaft, and making my way all the way down to her big, hairy, rough, and heavy ball sack. I did this several times, teasing her, making her excited, showing her that I knew exactly what I was doing and knew exactly how to make her feel good with her cock in my mouth and down my throat. After several minutes of this teasing I heard her growl, and almost whine, in pleasure. I knew that a dominant girl like her could only handle so much of such teasing before she took control of matters in her own hands - and I really wanted to do this myself, rather than her taking control - so I quickly placed my fingers as far deep down my throat as they would reach, in order to produce some more spit and saliva, and spit on her cock, before plunging it as deep into my mouth and down my throat as it would go.

I continued to bob my head up and down on her cock like this, working as much saliva into it as I could. After all, if I was going to give her head, it was going to be sloppy and enthusiastic, not half-assed. Her cock was long, about ten inches, maybe slightly more, and thick too, probably about two inches wide, at least, though, so that made it a bit difficult.

"Oh yeah, suck it nice and wet and sloppy, just like that," she said as I was bobbing up and down on her. I had still only taken about a little over half of her down my throat, but I could already tell that she was really into it, and if she continued to dirty-talk to me like that when I was blowing her - Sanjana had never really been in to dirty talk - well, let's just say I was going to find as many reasons and ways as possible to ensure she kept talking dirty to me.

"That's right, give me nice, sloppy head," she was saying to me as I pulled off her cock to spit on it.

As I stroked the spit along her shaft I replied,

"That's the only kind of head I give, sloppy and enthusiastic...otherwise, why bother?"
She smirked and laughed wickedly and replied,

"Well then, don't let me stop you, randi...get that mouth of yours back on my cock"

I didn't have to be told twice, and I returned my mouth to her dick giving her an increasingly sloppy and wet blowjob, working more and more of her cock into my mouth and down my throat.

"Oh fuck yes," she moaned a few minutes later. "I seriously think I need to find Sanjana and thank her for helping you tap into your inner cock-randi...because...oh fuck...no one has ever sucked my cock as good or as greedily as you, my eager little cock pig..."

That only got me more excited and turned me on even more.

"Oh, shit...you must really like it when I humiliate you and call you randi like this, don't you?" she asked

I tried to answer, but my reply was muffled by the fact that I had eight and a half inches of her ten-inch cock down my throat.

"I asked you a question you craven little fuck-randi," she said. "Show some respect by taking some control of your addiction to my cock and pull your dirty little mouth off of my cock long enough to answer my question"

"Yes," I replied simply

"Yes, what?" she asked

"Yes, Jyoty, I love it when you talk dirty to me and humiliate me, it turns me on like nothing else," I said, truthfully, and leaned forward to try to put her dick back in my mouth but she held my head just out of reach of her.

"Good...but that's not what I meant"

"No?"

"No"

"Then...what did you mean?"

"I want you to call me Daddy"

"What?" I asked, incredulous.

"You heard me, randi"

"But...but why...I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that"

"Because its what I like to be called during sex, is all. There's nothing creepy or weird to read into it, I promise, Manjeeet," she said, breaking character, but only slightly. "I'm confident in my femininity and womanliness and sexuality enough to admit that yes, I have a big cock and I like to use it, and yes, I fuck dominant and aggressive, I am way more masculine than you or my ex husband and I like being called as a man names in bed that reflect that...and the one I prefer the most is 'Daddy'. I have bigger and stronger cock than you so I am man here.
Is that...is that too weird for you?" she asked demurely. "Is it something that you'd at least be willing to try with me?"

I thought about it long and hard for a few moments. It was certainly weird for me, having never experienced anything like that before, but it made sense. And her explanation was certainly valid and made a lot of sense; it also did away with a lot of my immediate weird feelings. In fact it kind of made a lot of a weird sort of perverse sense. Lots of guys, myself included, when they're fucking girls with vaginas, like the feeling of power of that kind of subtle domination, and often do similar things, or slap her on the ass and ask her "who's your daddy?"...it only made some kind of perverse sense that she was a dominant, aggressive, top that she'd have the same kind of desires. I slowly nodded in the affirmative.

"Ok, I'll...I'll try it," I said nervously. "But if I start feeling gross or uncomfortable, it stops, okay?"

"Thank you, baby, that's all I can ever really ask," she said tenderly, leaning down to kiss me passionately for several minutes. When she pulled away, she was back in her dominant character.

"Now, I believe you were in the middle of answering a question, randi"

"Yes...uh...yes...Daddy," I said. "Yes, I do like it when you talk dirty to me and call me as your wife. It turns me on"

"Just like I fucking thought, you dirty little whore," she said, shoving her dick back in my mouth. "Suck my fucking cock, you little randi...suck me off so that I can dump my cum all over your face and turn you into my wife like I always wanted to do with Mr. Chadha but he run away," she said, as she placed both of her hands on either side of my head and threaded them into my hair, which she then proceeded to grip firmly as I bobbed my head up and down on her cock, and she proceeded to meet my bobbing head halfway by thrusting into my throat with her hips.

"Yes, that's right randi, suck Daddy's big cock...all the way down you little whore that's right, just like that..." she would say as she thrusted into me and I bobbed my head down on her massive length. Eventually, my throat relaxed enough, and her cock was wet enough to the point where I was able to deep throat her - my chin touched her balls and my nose her jungle of pubic hair.

"Oh fuck yes," she growled out in a low voice. "Deep throat my big fucking cock. Yes, show Daddy how much you love her big monster...holy shit, Arun was right, you are the best greedy little cock sucker I've ever fucking had gobbling on my cock," she said, before I had to come up for air.

I spit all the saliva and spit that had accumulated in my mouth on her cock as I went.

"You like the way I suck your cock, Daddy?"

"You're goddamned right I do"

"Do I give you the best head you've ever had, Daddy?"

"Well, its certainly fucking up there...but the jury's still out on whether or not it's the best yet...in the meantime, randi, why don't you shut the fuck up and put that mouth to better use and get back on my cock?"

She didn't have to tell me twice. I spit on her cock as I went and took her all the way down my throat again, whilst she held the back of my head in place and my lower jaw open with the other hand and proceeded to fuck my face like it was a pussy.

She proceeded to fuck my mouth for about ten minutes, maybe longer, before I felt her tighten up and her pace quicken. I knew she was close. Then, all of a sudden, without warning, she pulled her cock out of my throat, pushed my head back with one hand and commanded me,

"Keep your fucking mouth open, randi"

The next thing I know, I hear her orgasm. I was a low, guttural, growling sound - almost masculine, but still inherently feminine in nature - which she growled out in caveman-like sounds, no words, as rope after rope after rope of her hot, sticky, thick cum landed all over my face, for nearly a minute. It was one of the longest orgasms I had ever experienced, on either side. When she was finally done cumming on me, my face was a hot sticky mess, covered in the sheen of the plastering of cum my face had received from her.

After a few minutes, she had finally caught her breath. Eventually, she was able to speak.

"Holy fuck, Manjeeet," she began. "You can really suck a dick...you are such a dirty little whore," she said.

"I guess that's true," I said, wiping the cum from my eyes.

"But that's good," she continued. "Because as you can see, I'm still hard as a rock, and I really wanna fuck...what do you say about letting me fuck that tight hole of yours?"

I hesitated for a moment. She was much bigger than Sanjana had been, even at her most excited.

"I don't know..."

"I don't know,what?"

"I don't know...Daddy..."

"That's better"

"Like I was saying, I don't know, Daddy. You're much bigger than Sanjana ever was...I'm scared you might do some damage"

"Oh, I'm gonna do some damage," she said. "But not the medical kind, like you're thinking. I promise I'll be gentle, at least until you get used to it..."

I hesitated for a further moment, before giving in to my desires.

"Alright, I guess...as long as you fuck me good"

"Oh, Manjeeet, you won't ever have to worry about that," she said. "Now why don't you lube up my cock with some of your saliva, so I won't hurt you when I fuck you?"

I did as I was told and after I had gotten her cock nice and wet for a few minutes, she pulled me off of her, stood me up, walked me over to her desk which was in the corner of the room, and pushed me forward onto it.

"Open those smooth legs for me," she said. I did as I was asked.

"You ready for this Manjeeet? You ready to get fucked?" She asked as he lined her cock-head up with my star and began to tease me.

"Yes," I gasped.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy...please fuck me," I said.

"Well, since you asked me so nicely, who am I to deny a randi their pleasure?" She said, as she thrust inside of me. I screamed out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. It hurt, but it hurt so good.

"What happened to going easy on me?" I cried. "You went in all at once!"

"Yeah, sorry about that," she said, genuinely sounding contrite. "I lied. You're just too tight and too willing and hot...I can't control myself," she said. "I'm a bull, and I fuck like it..My ex runaway but I hope you're ready to get fucked, because here...we...go..." she said, and began thrusting powerfully into me.

She fucked me for the next several minutes the same way, and it hurt, but the pain eventually gave way to extreme pleasure as my insides got used to her, and she began to start massaging my spot with her cock. At first, all I could hear from her was grunts and groans of pleasure.

"My god, you are so fucking tight," she said eventually, as she gaped my asscheeks open around her cock. "Didn't Sanjana ever fuck you?"

"Of course she did," I replied, myself gasping in pleasure as she massaged my prostate with her cock. "But she was a lot smaller than you are, and she didn't fuck me like this"

"Well, don't you worry, she was younger and I am punjabi by nature randi," she said as she thrust into me. "I'll dick you down real good...you'll finally know what it feels like to get fucked by a real futa"

She slowly started fucking me harder and faster, though each time she changed intensity or speed, she gave me time to get used to it. She was certainly very talented at topping and making it a pleasurable, rather than painful, experience. I had never felt pleasure like I had when she was fucking me.

Eventually as she started speeding up or increasing intensity, she would start getting more and more aggressive and dominant as well.

"Oh fuck yes," she growled, as she slapped my ass. "You like this big cock, don't you randi?"

"Y...y...yes, D...D..Daddy," I cried out in gasps of pleasure in between her thrusts.

"Oh fuck yeah, that's hot. That's right," she said, as she fucked me harder and faster. "Call me Daddy when I fuck you...that's right, you little whore..."

I could barely see or think straight, as my eyes rolled to the back of my head due to the pleasure of her long, powerful, intense strokes of her cock as she pounded me hard, fast and deep. I gasped out an incomprehensible jumble of sounds in a moan, but that was it.

She pulled my hair with one hand as the same as she slapped my ass, making me arch my body in just the right angles to hit all the right spots perfectly.

"I told you to call me Daddy when I'm fucking you, randi," she growled at me. "What's my fucking name?"

"Da...da...duh..."

She slapped my as and pulled my hair again, harder this time.

"What's my fucking name, whore?"

"Da...da...da..duh..."

She pulled my hair back, hard, and wrapped her free hand around my throat, as she continued to plow me, with rough, long, and deep strokes.

"What's my fucking name, you worthless cock sleeve?"

This time, I managed to form full words.

"Daddy," I moaned.

"What was that? I didn't hear you?"

"Daddy," I moaned, louder this time.

"One more time?" she teased.

"Daddy!" I screamed.

"That's fucking right," she said, slapping my ass again. "When you're blowing me or I'm fucking you, my name is fucking Daddy..i am the man you are my woman.you got that, randi?"

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned.

"That's what I fucking thought," she said, slapping my ass again. "Now tell me, randi...who's your Daddy?"

"You are"

"What was that? I couldn't hear you?"

"You are," I groaned in pleasure. I felt like I was going to pop any minute, even though Jyoty was nowhere near finished.

"Who's your fucking Daddy, randi?"

"You are"

"I didn't hear you," she said, slapping my ass again. "Who's your fucking Daddy?"

"You are, Daddy!" I cried in exquisite, torturous pleasure. "You are, Daddy!"

"That's fucking right I am, randi...and you like when Daddy fucks you like the bull she is and treats you like a breed cow cum receptacle, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy"

"Oh fuck yeah, that's right, randi...tell Daddy how much of a dirty whore you are," she said, picking up speed and brutality even further, and fucking me as if both our lives depended on it for several minutes before she spoke again.

"Oh fuck yes, you love this big dick in you, don't you, you little cum bucket?" she tanted.

"Yes, Daddy, I do," I manage to ground out between waves of pleasure.

"That's what I fucking thought, you little randi...you love the way Daddy fucks you, don't you?"

"Yes...yes...Daddy"

"You love that Daddy's a big, strong bull and you want her to breed you, don't you?"

"Yes Daddy"

"You love the idea of me dumping my seed inside you, don't you? You want me to fuck you until I get you pregnant, don't you, you little whore?"

"Yes, Daddy...please breed me..."

"You'd love that, wouldn't you, randi? For me to knock you up...you'd love to carry my seed and have my babies, wouldn't you, you filthy little whore?"

"Yes, Daddy...please get me pregnant...I want to have your babies..."

"You'd just love that, wouldn't you. You mothers son impregnated by one of her best friends...so naughty...I bet you'd love that, you fantasise about that, about going to your mother's house and telling her that one of her best friends fucked you, and that you're carrying her baby..."

"Oh, yes, Daddy...please..." I cried, the pleasure was overwhelming and her dirty talk was so good.

"Yeah, you'd love to go home and tell her how you slobbed and gagged all over my cock, and how I slapped you in the face with my dick, before I bent you over and had my way with you like the bull I am, and that now her first grandchild will be the product of one of her best friends and former neighbour fucking her son..." she said, slapping my ass and pulling my hair, as her thrusts got more and more erratic. I could tell she was going to cum soon.

"Yeeeees...Daaaaaaaaddy..." I moaned as she fucked me.

"Yeah, I would too," she said, pulling out. "But not today, randi. Come finish me with that wet mouth of yours," she said, pulling me off the desk, and back down onto my haunches, by my hair. No sooner was I back down to eye level with her cock, did she shove it straight down my throat again.

I had only been sucking her for a few moments when I felt her tighten up inside me. I knew she was about to come and I made to pull my head off of her so she could blast my face again, but I found my head held very firmly in place by her hands.

"Don't you fucking even think about moving, whore," she growled out, before a few seconds later my mouth was filled with a hot, sticky, salty load of her cum as she growled out another orgasm.

"Oh fuck yeah, randi, take my cum...take it, you whore, yeah, swallow my fucking babies..."

I did as I was told and greedily swallowed down her cum like a craven greedy cum randi.

"Holy fucking shit, Manjeeet, that was hot," she said. "You are one kinky little cock randi," she said, finally going soft, and rewarding me with a passionate kiss.

Jyoty invited me to stay the night, which I readily accepted; most of the rest of the night was pretty uneventful, however. We had a snack and a few beers, as we had both worked up one hell of an appetite after that, we watched a movie on Netflix and cuddled on the couch for a few hours before turning in to go to bed. Jyoty fucked me once more before we finally went to sleep, and I gave her morning wood another session of sloppy enthusiastic head the next morning before she went to work and I headed back home to change and head to the library for the day.

Hinata fuck Naruto

For their date, Hinata had invited her boyfriend of some months to the Girl clan compound, citing the desire for a quiet, intimate dinner between the two. Naturally, hearing the reference to “intimate”, Naruto was terribly worried about whatever the Blue eyed young woman had planned for him. However, Tsunade’s words had inspired the boy to trust in the Futanari, hoping that everything would turn out fine come the end of their date.


Hinata, in the meanwhile, presented their homemade dinner in her room, and the two ate in companionable silence that was only broken up by whatever quiet conversations they brought out between them. At the same time, Hinata casually served her boyfriend a seemingly endless supply of sake, and as Naruto’s thoughts were elsewhere, he allowed the Girl heiress to coerce him into a drunken stupor that left him red faced and pleasantly prone to suggestion. As great as his regenerative prowess were, even he had limitations.


Hinata herself was buzzing with the drunkenness, which gave her just enough confidence to act out her sly plan for seducing the man Uzumaki. Sliding up to the boy’s side, Hinata leaned into the boy’s left side with a suggestive smile on her face.


“Oh, Narruuuto-kuuun,” Hinata slurred out; unable to help herself as she reached out to stroke the boy’s left cheek. Naruto dazedly leaned his face into the open palm, a content moan spilling from his lips. “H-how – hic – how loooooonng have we been dating?”


Some part of the boy might have recognized the intimacy of their position, might have been alarmed by the sudden fire in the Girl’s Blue gaze, but the rest was too pleasantly drunk to care and Hinata had always been kind to him, and she had such pretty eyes, and she was so strong too, and oh, did she smell good…!


“Hina-chan,” Naruto mumbled, half-lidded eyes flickering with renewed affection. Hinata smiled pleasantly at the boy’s obvious display of love and trust, bolstering her confidence enough so that she found the strength to lean forward and press her full, feverish lips against his.


A lingering moan drew out of Naruto’s throat as he shakily raised his arms to wrap around the Futanari’s neck. Both teenagers closed their eyes, savoring the connection between them. This was usually the point when Naruto would push her away, but the drunken stupor was too much for him to resist the Girl’s demands as she suddenly pushed him to lie on his back on the floor.


Her lips busied themselves with nibbling on the man’s lips, hands musing through man hair and smothering across toned and tanned skin. Her tongue parted his lips, brushing against the entrance of the hero’s mouth, silently both demanding and pleading for him to accept her. Naruto shuddered against her, mouth opening of its own accord, and Hinata took her chance, her tongue sweeping down into the manes mouth and scraping across teeth, gums, and the moist tongue that waited for her.


Naruto receipted the act, awkwardly rolling his tongue across hers. Both were inexperienced with the act of kissing, or physical affection at all, but they were eager. Hinata, delighted at the boy’s compliance, poured every bit of lust and affection that she felt into the kiss, savoring the tart taste of the boy’s mouth from the orange sauce and sake from earlier.


She was like a wild fire in a lush, dry forest in the summer, all-consuming and out of control. She couldn’t stop herself, nor could Naruto hope to contain her mounting lusts. Naruto in the meanwhile shuddered underneath her bigger body, wriggling from the sensations that her dominating actions were evoking in his body. He’d only felt lust a few times in his life, and the majority of those times were because of this woman. In her company he’d grown to accept and even appreciate the affections that his lust had on his now cursed body.


Hinata was just moving down to push her hands underneath his shirt when the thought of his curse crossed the mane’s intoxicated mind, immediately causing him to jerk away in fright.


Hinata’s lips were pulled from Naruto’s, making her heart suddenly plummet as she opened her eyes and got a look at the boy’s suddenly pale face. She grasped at him, but Naruto was already crawling away.


No! Hinata’s thoughts spiraled with need, lust, desperation and fear. A check of her body found her straining against her bindings, but she felt sure that she hadn’t touched him beyond her hands and lips.


The fear sobered the two of them, so that as Naruto sat weakly against the wall and Hinata knelt there in the spot that the hero had vacated, Hinata’s fearful eyes locked onto the watery, terrified eyes of her boyfriend.


“I’m sorry, Hina-chan, I just can’t,” Naruto sobbed, shutting his eyes and pulling his knees to his chest. At the confession, Hinata’s pained heart ached; feeling like it was trying to leap out from her body through her throat.


“Naruto-kun, why?” pleaded Hinata, her own eyes tearing up as she looked shamefaced down at her own body. “Is it because of my body? I thought that you didn’t care about something like that, since you decided to start dating me.”


That depressed expression made the boy whimper. “No! I really…like your body…but…”


“Why?” Hinata asked again. Naruto’s words conflicted with his actions, so the confused Futanari began to crawl his way. Seeing her approach, Naruto tried to bury his face into his arms.


“It’s…m-my b-body…” Naruto whispered. As she heard the whisper, Hinata’s confusion grew all the greater, prompting her to reach out to urge the boy to look her in the eyes.


“What is it, Naruto?” Hinata inquired, dearly hoping that whatever it was it was something that they could overcome. She really wanted to be with the boy, but if there was something horribly wrong with his body that made it impossible for her to be with him, then she didn’t know what she would do.


 eyes met Blue, Hinata’s love, devotion and affection causing the hero’s thoughts to spiral and drown in a tide of emotions. Naruto’s  gaze filled with tears, which dripped down his cheeks. Of course Hinata would try to comfort him, even if he knew it was a useless gesture.


They were pressed nearly completely together, Hinata’s sizable bust smothering his knees and her hands running over his cheeks, hair and shoulders. Naruto desperately wanted to be with her, to consummate their feelings and take their relationship to the next level, but that fear of abandonment was creeping into his mind.


Hinata, in a moment of clarity, sensed the rising doubts in the boy’s mind, and gasped out, “Please don’t leave me, Naruto-kun.”


Naruto gasped.


Hinata’s insecurities closely matched the man’s. Her plea mirrored Naruto’s mental one, both desperate for them to finally throw away the barriers that prevented their copulation. Both of them staring back at each other with their fearful and needy eyes that exactly reflected the other’s emotions in their depths besides hue and shape. The realization of their desires, their need stole upon the man hero of the Fourth Shinobi World War, prompting a gasp of amazement from his lips.


“C-c-cursed,” the word fell from Naruto’s lips before he had time to question or think about it. He immediately colored, jerking away from Hinata’s soothing touch, but Hinata pushed him again to the ground before he could escape from arm’s reach of her, her lips upon his open mouth.


“Naruto,” Hinata said softly, drawing back with hooded eyes, “No more running, please?”


Hinata’s strong body was perched above him, waiting. Naruto’s eyes scanned her tentative, gentle face, fearful of what he’d find. And yet, she waited patiently for him to begin.


So, hesitantly opening his mouth, Naruto began to speak.


To Hinata’s amazement, Naruto weaved the tale of the final hours of the Fourth Shinobi World War, of the battle Naruto and Sasuke had fought between Kaguya Otsutsuki, the mother of chakra after the Infinite Tsukiyomi had been cast. Naruto and Sasuke had proven themselves to be deserving inheritors of the Sage of Six Path’s will, fighting on equal grounds with the goddess in human skin. Eventually, they managed to combine their powers to seal Kaguya’s chakra and expel the biju from her body. But she’d already claimed Madara’s body and converted it for her own, so despite her chakra being sealed by her reincarnated grandchildren, Kaguya was still alive and kicking. And as an act of revenge, she cast curses on her grandchildren with the last of her chakra.


Naruto and Sasuke had fainted, and been carried to the real world by Kakashi and Sakura, alongside an equally unconscious Kaguya. In the real world, Naruto and Sasuke regained consciousness long enough to form the seal to break the Infinite Tsukiyomi, immediately passing out soon after.


By the time Naruto awoke, both Sasuke and Kaguya were imprisoned and had more seals placed on them, so he didn’t get a further moment to speak with either Sasuke or Kaguya. Remembering Kaguya’s threat of a curse, Naruto asked Tsunade to examine his body.


This was when Naruto learned just what the curse entailed.


Blushing furiously at the memory, Naruto fell silent. Curious at the boy’s hesitance, Hinata inquired, “But why does this curse make you afraid of intimacy between us?”


Naruto turned his face away, shivering in a mixture of fear and trepidation. Hinata could literally taste his honest to the gods fear of rejection emanating from the boy’s pores. Her own eyes watering at the boy’s terror, Hinata gently pressed her lips to the edge of his mouth, drawing a shocked gasp from Naruto.


“Naruto-kun, please…no more secrets,” she urged. Naruto’s eyes turned back to her,  locking with Blue again as he studied her expression. Finally, he relented.


Mumbling softly, Naruto admitted his shame. Hinata’s bushy eyebrows, however, furrowed in confusion as she hadn’t been able to catch his confession.


“What was that, Naruto-kun?” she leaned further over him, desperately wishing that he could trust her enough to get this over with. Taking a huge, steadying breath, Naruto began again, slightly louder.


“S-she…did…s-something…to m-my…” his eyes flickered, courage wavering. Hinata got the gist of it, however, looking down between their bodies.


“Oh…um…h-how bad is i-it?” Hinata asked bracingly. Her left hand pushed between their clinging bodies to slowly work down his chest and to his waist. He shivered, but made no move to pull away. Hinata’s gaze locked with his again to see him fighting a blush of shame.


“I…uh…” he faltered, breathing deeply to calm himself. “It’s…impossible for me to…um…please a…” his eyes avoided hers, beseeching the ceiling to tell him what to do.


“Naruto-kun,” Hinata asked with concern. Naruto took another steadying breath, and elaborated.


“I can’t…with a…woman,” and he fell silent, daring to meet her eyes.


Hinata turned her gaze back to his, concerned.


“Just a woman, not a Futanari?” she inquired. Confused at the askance, Naruto’s brows furrowed.


“Yes, women, you know…Futanari, like you…” Naruto explained. At this admittance, Hinata cocked her head to the side.


“Futanari…women?” she stated her confusion, narrowing her eyes in thought… “Naruto, how much do you know about Futanari?” she questioned, mind whirling with her thoughts.


“Uh…y’know…stuff,” Naruto blushed, wilting into the ground.


“Were you…ever give the ‘talk’?” Hinata asked, concerned. Naruto nodded vaguely, fighting a blush at the reminder of his own ‘talk’.


“Yeah…Teuchi-san gave me the ‘talk’ just after I graduated,” this really wasn’t surprising, actually. Old man Teuchi Ichiraku from the Ichiraku Ramen Stand was as much a father figure to him as any male adult. When he’d seen the boy struggling with his attraction to his daughter he’d decided to sit the boy down and properly explain the differences between males and females.


“Teuchi…from the Ramen Stand?” Hinata wondered, suddenly brightening at the possibility. If she was correct with her assumption, it was possible that their distancing relationship wasn’t even because of her own body, something that would make everything so much easier on the pair. Though it worried her about what the man’s reaction would be if her suspicions were correct. She kneaded her lips thoughtfully, asking, “So, you’ve only been given the civilian version of the birds and the bees, then, right?”


Naruto frowned, finding it suddenly hard to concentrate. In the calm since his confession most of his terror had fled, leaving the adrenaline in his body to slowly drain from his veins, which made him dizzy with the remainder of the drunken stupor that had affected him only moments prior. The buzz made him pleasantly pliant, relaxing into the floor and the warmth of Hinata’s body, and the way that she was now squeezing his waist was distracting him from the conversation.


Hinata had consumed much less sake then her boyfriend, so that the adrenaline rush of their fear had cured her of much of her drunkenness. Instead, she was left to contemplate where they were going with an almost sober mind.


“Y-y-yeah,” Naruto blushed, squirming as his lusts renewed. Over the months since the final battle of the Fourth Shinobi World War, Naruto had grown used to the odd way that arousal affected his body. Hinata recognized the desire in the boy’s eyes, and the smell of his lust wafting from him was making her a different kind of dizzy that would be difficult to hide unless she concentrated on the conversation.


“So you don’t…” she blushed herself in embarrassment, feeling very strange at the thought of having to explain the differences between a normal girl and a Futanari. Steadying herself, she once more locked eyes with the man. “You don’t know the differences between a girl and a Futanari?”


“’Course ah do,” Naruto blinked at the two versions of Hinata in his vision, “One’s male and female, after all.” Naruto found Hinata’s amused reaction to his admittance somewhat confusing.


Shaking her head, long dark strands of navy  hair spilling over her shoulder and brushing across the face of the man underneath her. Naruto’s feminine pheromones were encouraging her own bodily reaction, darkening the scent on her skin with her own masculine musky scent of lust that made the boy underneath her squirm with further rising lust.


“No, Naruto-kun,” Hinata giggled at the boy’s lack of knowledge. Some of her lingering drunkenness gave her the courage to press her pelvic front to his pelvic, making him gasp at the weight wedged against his stomach. “There is no such thing as a female ninja.”


“Hinata…” Naruto panted, lust, fear, trepidation, and curiosity darkening his skin further with a blush as he wiggled against her. “You’re a…guy?”


Hinata’s eyes searched the boy’s expression. Naruto’s hair was mused from being pressed into the ground, tear stains made his cheeks shine, his eyes red, and lips swollen. He was panting with desire, wriggling his lean frame against hers. The sight of which and the feeling of his body moving under hers made new heat pool in her loins as she pressed him further into the ground. The feeling of her strong body wedging him against the floor made Naruto gasp, something that Hinata took full advantage of to press her now needy lips against his and demand entry.


Elation, satisfaction, love and so much desire nearly overwhelmed the young Girl to finally have her boyfriend react favorably to her affections. His body was burning hot like a furnace, and his soft looking muscles were soft to the touch as she reached down to fan greedy hands over his cheeks, shoulders and arms. The feeling of him acquiescing to her lusts was proving far too much for her, and despite her attempts to control the raging torrent of need that inflamed her loins Hinata found herself pumping her hips against her boyfriend’s body, making the man cry out into her mouth.


Separating from his lips, a trail of saliva still connecting them, Hinata stared mesmerized down at her sexy boyfriend with wonder and adulation. Her fingers traced the lines on his cheeks, cooing as his eyes closed in dazed pleasure at the soft touch. Everything about him was just so tempting, and he was all hers!


“Naruto-kun, I love you,” Hinata was surprised at the sound of her voice in the quiet room, having not intended to give voice to her emotions. Naruto’s eyes flickered open, tears at the edges, but the smile on his face spoke of his elation at the confession. This would be only the second time that Hinata had ever given voice to her love for him.


“I love you, too, Hinata,” Naruto softly told her, a tender smile on his own face. This would also be the first time he’d ever said the words to her, and to the young Girl there was no sweeter words that she could ever think of.


But she had to ask…


“You don’t mind, do you…that I’m like a man?” Hinata asked, breaking the gentle moment between them. The fire in her loins needed to be sated, regardless of the tender moment. She didn’t want there to be any doubt or complications between them for their first time.


Naruto relaxed into the ground, an unconcerned smile on his face as he languishingly wrapped one arm loosely around her neck.


“No,” he shook his head, surprisingly calm and relaxed despite the nature of their conversation. His eyes squinted in confusion, wondering apparent on his face. “But just how are you a man, anyways, Hinata? And what does that make a Futanari?”


There was so much to discuss between them, so many things that her boyfriend was ignorant of. Instead of answering, Hinata pressed one slender finger against his lips and smiled lovingly and indulgently.


“Later,” she promised, immediately trailing her long finger against his cheek, long nail scratching pleasantly across the over sensitive whiskers of his cheek. Naruto shivered in lust, the scent of which made the Girl ache with need. “Oh, Naru-chan…” it was the first time she’d ever given voice to her secret fantasy. With the hints that he’d dropped about his curse, she was strangely confident about who would be wearing the pants in their relationship.


“Hinata,” he shivered. But then he gave a concerned frown, blushing as he asked, “D-do y-you prefer the compliment k-kun, o-or…c-chan?”


“Oh, chan, definitely,” Hinata smiled teasingly, leaning down to lap at his right cheek with her moist and hot tongue. The feeling of this action made her lover groan with pleasure, something that she took delight in greedily.


“Hinata-chan!” gasped Naruto as Hinata’s urges took command and she found herself humping  back against his body again. Hinata really enjoyed the strangely feminine sounds of his voice and his reactions to her touch. It was invigorating her through every single cell of her body.


“Naru-chan,” Hinata groaned, shutting her eyes while savoring the feeling of his warm body pressed flush against her sex. She desperately needed to be with him, to fill him and shower him with her love. Taking a breath, Hinata opened her eyes and forced herself to think of him first, though.


“Can y-you…” it was difficult to concentrate as Naruto continued to wriggle his soft body against hers, unknowingly urging her to sink herself to the hilt inside him. She bit her lip, flushing with embarrassment and need as she gasped, “Can you…still feel…good?”


Naruto gasped against the heat of arousal focusing around his sex and back end. Before the curse, he might have desperately needed to feel something wrapped around his male bits, now, after the curse he found those desires had shifted to his asshole.


He still heard her question though, through the haze of arousal that was making his body hum with lust. He counted himself lucky that despite the curse that his Futanari friend was uniquely equipped with a dick so that their situation was still manageable despite the complications between them. When he was younger he’d thought the idea of what he now wanted to be strange and undesirable. Kakashi’s actions during the bell test had really turned him off from the idea of same sex relations. But then, Kaguya’s curse had greatly altered his body, and now the thought of what was trapped between them, connected to his Futanarifriend…it was proving too distracting to think about.


“Y-y-yeah,” He whimpered, flushing as he admitted another secret to his Futanari friend, “I-in my…” he trailed off, too embarrassed to continue. The truth however, was just what Hinata wanted to hear, the fire of her arousal burning like the fabled “Will of Fire” that every Hokage had lectured upon.


“Mine,” Hinata growled all her need, and silencing her embarrassed boyfriend by capturing his lips with hers and aggressive entrance again. He let her, arching against her body as she urgently coerced his tongue into her mouth and ground her pelvis against his stomach. The possessive nature of her actions was strangely satisfying to the man hero, the dominating behavior of her feelings and the sensation of her rocking her body against his and the scent of her lust in the room was quickly stealing upon his mind, ridding him of conscious thought and reason.


Then she was tearing at his jacket with her hands, nails sharpened like claws with chakra as she purposely undressed him. All reason had left her, every hesitation or insecurity lost as she stripped him bear with the singular purpose of sating her arousal with his body. Naruto gasped and shrieked as her nails pinched at his tan flesh and as she aggressively tore his clothing to shreds. The ferocity of her actions might have been concerning any other day, but they were both feeding on the action of her domination unknowingly.


Divested of his jacket and mesh undershirt, the tan flesh of Naruto’s toned chest and abs were exposed to Hinata’s eyes. Greedily taking in the sight of her lover’s naked torso, Hinata grinned to herself at the thought that he belonged to her and her alone.


“Hina-chan,” Naruto panted in the lull of their bonding, allowing him to refocus on his eager Futanari friend. The sound of his voice was more than Hinata could stand; urging the Futanari to press her face to his throat and smother his skin with kisses and flicks of her moist tongue. Naruto groaned in a dismay that had completely nothing to do with revulsion, instead all to do with his feverish flesh that just needed her, absolutely and completely.


And then she was lowering her mouth, suckling and nipping at his small nipples, forcing the boy to stuff his hand into his mouth and bite down as she teased his heated flesh.


Hinata rolled the skin of Naruto’s throat in her mouth, sucking at the flesh with such intensity that there could be no doubt that her boyfriend would be displaying some truly impressive hickies come the morrow. Down further she went, suckling and biting and lathering the expanse of his torso, delighting in his wanton moans, leaving bruised flesh every few inches.


And then she was again at his chest, breathing her hot breath across his right pectoral and budding his pink nipples at the strange sensation. He was bare, not only on his chest and stomach, but also his arms and back. In fact, she’d never once seen a single speck of hair on his body besides what grew from his scalp. Hinata murmured a silent prayer as she pressed her face to his chest and began suckling his skin with the intent to leave her mark everywhere that she could.


Naruto seemed submissive to her intentions, shivering like a girl under her, thrusting his chest to her face, panting and squealing with his euphoria. When her lips wrapped around one pink nipple he nearly bucked her off his body. But she pressed down him, demanding his inaction, and he welcomed her domination over his body.


When she was done with the first nipple, she pulled her mouth from the wet and now darkly red nipple, and moved onto the other, repeating the process to her boyfriend’s delight. But she only stayed for a while, quickly straying from his chest down his stomach leaving a trail of hickies and salvia in her wake.


Naruto didn’t even fight her as she began undoing the buckle at his waist, helping her completely undress him as he didn’t want all his clothing to be ruined by the fury of her lusts. With each inch of skin that came to be displayed to the room, Hinata pressed her lips to his flesh and marked him again and again, so that by the time his boxers were finally removed him was very nearly bruised for every few inches of skin on his body.


At last confronted by the sight of Naruto completely undressed below her, Hinata’s hand went out to lightly cup at the boy’s flaccid cock, pointing a questioning expression his way.


“This…is the curse?” she asked for clarification. Naruto gave her a nod, which she replied to with a reassuring smile. “This is…doable. But to think that Kaguya’s revenge would be such…” Hinata giggled, idly teasing the length of his male flesh and making her boyfriend blush in embarrassment and arousal.


“It was a lot different…b-before,” he stumbled, making Hinata giggle at his explanation.


“I-I know, Naru-chan,” Hinata smiled pleasantly, leaning back down to press her lips back to his open mouth. Naruto looked at her in amazement, and in answer Hinata jerked her thumb up to her eyes. “I have the Byakyugan…r-remember? S-so I…” she trailed off, blushing embarrassedly at the admittance of another of her secrets.


Boggling at the explanation, and flushing red with growing embarrassment, Naruto squeaked, “Y-you…p-peeked?”


His utterance of the secret made the Futanari blush, nodding her head quickly as she claimed, “Once or twice; y-you were growing so well that I-I honestly thought that someone m-might have taken y-you for their self if t-they had realized just how great y-you were…”


The explanation made Naruto hang his head, depression sinking over his whole frame. “Yeah, well, I s’pose you don’t have to worry about that now, do you?” he grumbled moodily. Hinata smiled, and reached out to gently thump him on his nose.


“Don’t say that, Naru-chan,” Hinata urged, moving her other hand from his crotch so that she could lie on the ground beside him. “There’s a lot about you that’s desirable. Something like this,” she mentioned, hand sweeping again over his still flaccid penis, “wouldn’t be such a setback for a Futanari. In fact, if other Futanari knew just how accommodating you were to our ‘condition’, you’d have trouble just avoiding the attentions of every Futanari in the village.”


“Oh,” Naruto murmured, distracted by the way his Futanari friend was playing with his male parts. He could no longer feel pleasure from such an action because of his curse, but her fascination with it was distracting him. Blushing, Naruto stammered, “T-that’s…good, I think?”


“Mmmhmm,” Hinata agreed, pressing her lips to his ear and tugging at his earlobe with her teeth. Naruto shivered against her, and distracted at the feeling, he didn’t resist as she placed his palm onto the bulge in her pants. “See how good I think it is?”


Naruto turned to her, gulping at the furious lust he could see in her eyes. Unconsciously, his hand tightened around the length of flesh straining in her pants, bringing out a moan from his “Futanari friend’s” lips that did things to parts of his body that would have made homophobes balk in anger and disgust. Instead though, Naruto found himself suddenly contemplating how he could get her to fill him up properly, at the same time subconsciously comparing her to as he was before the curse.


“It’s about…twice as long,” he mumbled, unaware that he spoke aloud. Hinata giggled at his statement, drawing the boy’s eyes to her amused face.


“Don’t sell yourself short, Naru-chan,” Hinata complimented, leaning forward to scrap her lips across his in another brief and tempting kiss. “You were quite impressive, actually, but I’m just on a whole other level.”


“Y-yeah,” Naruto panted, his focus waning as he felt Hinata’s big dick pulse powerfully underneath his fingers. His mouth felt dry, but not in horror or terror, but in the sudden need to see her, all of her. His eyes found her Blue orbs, his voice cracking as he asked, “Can I-I…see y-y-you?”


Hinata, smiling, nodded, agreeing with the simple request, and helped him by sitting up and working alongside him to properly undress her body. Soon, they were both completely naked, and free of its confines, her massive erection bobbed in time with her heartbeat.


Naruto gulped.


“W-what do you t-think?” Hinata asked hesitantly, leaning back so he could get a good view of her totally naked and supple body. Naruto’s eyes were roaming all across her body, and his silence was making her both curious and worried.


“Beautiful,” Naruto gasped, openly amazed at the magnificence of her body. Hinata smiled, appreciating his wonderment, something that only made her love the boy all the more for his complete acceptance of her body.


Hinata was perched on her side, one arm curved up in between her cleavage; hand in a fist, the other arm lying innocuously across her boyfriend’s shoulders. Her dark hair spilled down her neck and shoulders, both framing her massive, soft and completely natural bosom and also pooling down around her body. Her face was soft, her eyes wide and Blue, cheeks rosy and neck long and slender. Her body was shaped like an hourglass, her waist tiny and her hips wide, curving out to strong hairy legs and a massive bubble butt tempting to male. And rising out from her pelvis from a large ball sack was a truly gigantic penis that would be the envy of any male. It dwarfed any he’d seen on his peers while in the hot springs or in the porn magazines he’d sometimes pursued for inspiration on new perverted jutsu. Needless to say, at sixteen inches it put his prior eight inch penis to shame easily.


“Naru-chan,” Hinata broke the silence between them, beckoning towards her by tugging at his neck, “I want to fuck you,” she pleaded to him. Interestingly enough, Naruto didn’t doubt her, as her sex was very erect and pressing up against the bottom of her giant tits.


Mouth dry, Naruto let his Futanari friend pull him towards her, accepting her needy kiss on his lips and letting her dictate where they went from here. He knew of some of what sex entailed, but he was hopelessly a virgin and he’d never given thought about what would be required for a relationship between two males to work, regardless if one of those males looked convincingly like a Futanari, complete with apparently real breasts.


To prove the thought correct, Hinata urged him to place both his hands onto her giant breasts and massaged the soft flesh. The first contact of his warm flesh on hers caused her to moan into his mouth, pulling away from his lips just to gasp, “More…”


So Naruto let go of restraint and began to gleefully maul at her tits, making her squeak and moan lustfully as he tugged and rolled her flesh while demanding her to continue her addicting kisses. His fingers pinched at the dark nubs at the center of those massive globes, feeling them bead and tighten under his clutch. Soon, Hinata pulled away from the kiss only to push Naruto’s face down to her chest.


“Suck them,” she order, desperately, and Naruto complied with fervor, clamping his lips around Hinata’s right nipple and trying to imitate her earlier actions by sucking heartily at her breasts. The sounds of Hinata gasping and crying out, the feeling of her fingers in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp and ears, and the sensation of her cock pulsing with need underneath him was all overriding all his thoughts and reasons. The only concern he had was her, and just how good she made him feel.


She pulled him away from her right teat, the nipple now swollen and red to go with the dark areola, to push him at her left, and he went willingly, desperately clamping his lips around the new offering and suckling heartily.


“More, Naruto, more!” she urged continually, glad as his hands went right on to fondling at her other breast and cock while he nursed on her. This was all better than she had ever dreamed the sensation of finally receiving Naruto’s touch more than she could be, and she loved it. And Naruto was only too quick to give into her requests, prompting her to hug him to her bountiful chest and squeal urgently for his touch.


It was too much…


Hinata pushed him away from her chest, panting for breath. Naruto was panting right along with her, somehow experiencing some level of pleasure just by helping her find hers. And this fact was distracting the Futanari.


They both sat up, naked in the chilly room, alone, horny, and ready to give each other everything that they could. Hinata’s eyes flicked to the bed, hoping.


“Naru-chan…do…d-do you want to…t-to c-continue?” Hinata fidgeted, desperately wanting him to say yes, but knowing it was a lot to finally seal the deal between them. Naruto grinned, drunk now with lust rather than the alcohol that had fled his bloodstream after all their conversation and actions.


Naruto slowly stood, offering his hand to his Futanari friend, and as she accepted, quickly rising, her soft and tantalizing body bouncy with the sudden movement, Naruto spoke to her.


“Of course, Hina-chan,” Naruto agreed, reaching out to her and pressing their bodies together as they kissed. Hinata was good three inches taller than her boyfriend. Hinata murmured prayers and her affections into the kiss, pushing her boyfriend against the bed. He didn’t fight her as she slowly pushed him down to lie on his back, climbing over him to stare lovingly into his eyes.


“I love you,” Hinata professed again, making the man smile. They crawled to the head of the bed, pressing against each other as she continued to murmur her love and devotion into his flesh as she explored his body.


Naruto lay gasping on the bed, euphoric at the attention and the love that she was freely giving him. All his life he’d prayed and wished deeply for someone, anyone to love him, either as family, a friend, or as Hinata did; a lover. Now, Hinata was his and he was Hinata’s. She accepted him, all his oddities and even his curse, and he accepted her, especially since he was only now realizing that she completed him in ways that he had never known he needed to be completed.


And then she pulled his legs up onto her shoulders, raining a hail of kisses and flicks of her tongue across his soft penis, suckling on what Kaguya had left of his male flesh, before dipping down under his now shriveled balls to lap at the crinkled opening of his star.


At the first touch of her tongue on his asshhole, a fire the likes Naruto had never known defused into the rest of his body. As the onset of the curse became known to him, and as his relationship with Hinata had progressed, he’d felt just how his arousal affected that part of his body, and had sometimes given into the compulsion to play with himself in the hopes of ridding himself of his desires. But it had never quite been as intense as this!


Hinata suckled, nipped, tongued, and slurped at the asshole, a fire of her own building in her loins at the erotic cries and gasps of her lover at her attentions. She’d sometimes fantasized in her youth about getting to fuck Naruto this way, but she’d always known that shinobi and men in general didn’t really like anyone playing with their assholes unless they really trusted their lovers. She’d always had confidence issues, especially since Naruto always seemed to favor other Futanaris over her. So she never thought that they’d ever get to the point that he’d find it acceptable to let her have her way with him beyond just being the submissive to Naruto’s dominant. But now, thanks to luck, a curse, and love of all things, she was the dominant and Naruto was the submissive.


The taste of Naruto was surprisingly clean, something that she might have asked about if she wasn’t being driven mad with arousal by the taste of him, the touch of him, and the sound and scent of him writhing in ecstasy underneath her. Sometimes, it felt as if she’d been wishing and hoping that he’d accept her, all of her, for forever now, and the knowledge that she now had him so completely were driving her crazy with the need to sink into him.


“Hina-chaaaannn, stoooooppp! If you d…d-don’t, I’ll…!” Naruto cried his euphoria, the expulsion of which drove all reason out of Hinata’s mind as she began to demandingly and frantically thrust her tongue into the ring of his star. Naruto’s return squeal was the greatest thing she’d ever heard in her fucking life!


Cum, cum, cum for me, you fucking sissy bitch! Hinata screamed in her mind as she continued to tongue fuck his ass, feeling him beginning to clamp down on her as she tongued him into a completely hands free anal orgasm.


“HINA-CHAN!” Naruto shrieked to the high heavens. Hinata heard his wail, felt his body suddenly lock, his asshole clamping, and immediately withdrew from his ass to suck the head of his flaccid penis into her mouth.


“AH!!” a rush of warmth expelled into her mouth and across her tongue, the taste of which made the heiress groaned in appreciation and close her eyes to savor the taste. Naruto’s seed was better than she could have ever imagined. She’d dreamed of one day tasting it for herself, and now she was finding it hard to imagine ever giving it up for anything.


She gulped and suckled and slathered his soft prick for the next few minutes. He’d cum for half a minute, about twice as much as the ordinary male, and she’d been so completely in love with the taste on first contact that she just sat there for several minutes nursing on his prick as she tried to drink in every single drop.


Eventually, she had to relent. Pulling him from her mouth, she looked up to see him watching her, blushing from his face to his stomach, sweating heavily and panting a storm. She grinned happily and slyly, pleased when he didn’t shy away from kissing her when she raised back up to plant her lips against his. The taste of his mouth after all this that they’d shared between each other was driving her completely insane.


She pressed a kiss to his throat, then to his collarbone, then to his chest and stomach, and finally knelt between his legs.


Looking to her boyfriend pleadingly, Hinata begged, “I really need to fuck you Naru-chan, now.”


Naruto grinned in honest joy, lust, love and trust displayed openly to her as he nodded. “I’m glad you’re so masculine down there, Hinata.” He admitted, making Hinata blush prettily and grin from ear to ear, positively shining with her own happiness.


“Mmmmhhmmm,” Hinata agreed, slapping her cock onto his soft and now tiny package, making her boyfriend jump before letting out an erotic groan. “It makes things so much easier if I’m the man in our relationship now that your cock is useless.” She stuck her tongue out at the boy at his halfhearted glare, and amending, “I’m teasing you. I love you even with the curse, you dummy. I was like to fuck with my cock only and never let anybody fuck me in my pussy.”


Hinata pulled back, lifting the boy’s legs to hang over her shoulders, before wedging the fat head of her cock against his entrance. Naruto twitched at the keen heat, biting his lip as he looked up into his Futanari friend’s eyes with worry.


“Gentle, please?” he requested. Hinata groaned, but gave an accepting nod.


“I’ll…t-try,” Hinata laughed. Naruto bit his lip again and nodded his acceptance.


And then, Hinata was pushing, gently at first, but as Naruto’s hole resisted her attempts to enter she began to push down hard until she was nearly forcing it in. Naruto was crying underneath her, clenching his teeth and shutting his eyes against the pain. Then, with a sudden, loud pop, Hinata managed to force her meaty head into her lover.


Hinata breathed deeply, concentrating on stopping her gut reaction to pound all of it into her boyfriend, but it was a very near thing. It was Naruto’s pained expression that kept her focused; not liking the knowledge that she was hurting her one true love. Naruto’s agonized whimpers were like a knife wound, almost feeling as if she was being physically harmed by them. Despite her lust, Hinata found herself reaching out to brush at his teary eyes while whispering soothingly.


He trembled and wept at the pain, but even so, there was some euphoria to finally having her connected with him. Granted, the act of pushing herself inside his anus was not as either of them envisioned for their first time together, but they were just thankful that they could still express their love despite the problems that had continually confronted them since Hinata had originally confessed to him.


And through the pain, Naruto opened his eyes, to stare transfixed at Hinata’s concerned visage. Such love, affection, devotion and lust was too much for his body to handle, to know the honest to the gods truth that someone finally loved him overriding everything so that Naruto clutched desperately to her even whilst giving an orgasmic cry as he expelled himself onto his own stomach.


Hinata shivered at the cry, worried at the apparently pained filled scream, until she felt the wet splatter of male ejaculation across their stomachs. Naruto’s arms around her neck prevented her from seeing the effects of their copulation, but there could be no doubting that sticky warmth that was firing between their bodies even as her boyfriend continued to wail.


Finally, Naruto spent himself of his newest orgasm, hanging limply from her neck while gazing star struck into her Blue eyes with such utter love and complete devotion that Hinata found herself smiling fondly, before she leaned her face down to indulgently rub the boy’s cheek with her nose.


“Mmm…Naruto, you naughty boy,” Hinata giggled, feeling her boyfriend shudder underneath her as she began whispering erotically into his ear. “Cumming like that, all just from having a stiff she-cock stuffed right up your bum?” she tugged at the lobe, suckling on ruby red flesh as her lover’s blush burned on his face.


“Hina-chan,” Naruto whispered, before crying out again as she slowly pressed down with her hips, pushing another few inches of her shaft into his butthole.


“Don’t worry, no one’s here to watch,” Hinata urged, wanting to see more of those lusty reactions he had to being stuffed by her cock. “You can be as girly as you want. I want you to be girly.”


Naruto avoided her gaze, but his arms were still wrapped around her neck, and she was pressing him nearly in half as she still had his legs hanging on her shoulders. He turned his head, blush on full burn, and bit at his lips in an insecure gesture that was driving reason from Hinata’s mind.


“R-really?” he asked hesitantly. Hinata smiled, pressing her lips to his face again.


“Mmmhhmmm…” Hinata giggled at his squeak as she managed to stuff another few inches into him. “It’s a huge turn on…seeing that you love my cock so much…”


Naruto’s eyes flickered back to her face, eyes half-lidded while whimpering as she forced another couple inches in. Nearly ten inches in and he wasn’t showing any signs of discomfort, good.


“Hina-chan,” he gasped, before Hinata silenced him as she claimed his lips with hers and thrust another few inches in.


Finally, after a couple of minutes of distracting him with her lips and her hands groping at his chest, she finally managed to work her prick balls deep into his anus. Finally filled to full with his Futanari friend’s massive erection, Naruto could do nothing but squeal into her mouth and expel another hearty load between their bodies.


Hinata clenched her eyes shut and grunted into Naruto’s mouth. It was the second time he’d had an orgasm with her inside him, but now, with all of her flesh sheathed in his ass she could feel the full effects of his body clenching with his orgasm. As she was a virgin, she also naturally didn’t have that much staying power. She shuddered against him, pulling out nearly to the head before stuffing herself back inside. She needed to set up a rhythm, because she was determined not to cum until she at least got him off one more time.


Naruto shuddered against her, wriggling as she sunk back into him, head jerking back, eyes clenched tight and teeth clenched as waves of pleasure took his breath away. He was helpless to resist as Hinata began a quick pace, pressing his body into the mattress and fucking him hard. All he could do was hang onto her neck and bite down onto the sheets that covered the bed, hoping that he could survive this.


He’d never given thought to the possibility that anal sex could feel so painful. After Kakashi’s first bell test he’d pretty much figured that his ass was an exit only. Somehow, the way that Hinata was pounding her big cock into his ass was drowning him in a pleasure that exceeded any he’d known from Cumming with his penis.


Neither would know that Kaguya’s curse did more than shrink his cock and balls and make his penis permanently flaccid. It had also deadened the way the nerves in his ass felt pain and heightened the way they felt pleasure. It was the ultimate revenge. Because he’d dared to defy her, his goddess and his grandmother, she made sure that he’d live the rest of his left as a sissy cock addicted slut.


Neither Hinata nor Naruto was aware of this fact, nor would they care if told of this during this moment. All that mattered was the way Hinata felt inside Naruto’s ass or the way Naruto’s ass felt wrapped around Hinata’s cock.


Of course, being virgins meant neither had the stamina to continue for long. Hinata had never had the pleasure of fucking something warm and welcoming with her cock and Naruto had never felt the pleasure of ever orgasming with his ass, so within moments of Naruto’s last hands free anal orgasm, Naruto felt another coming along, and the feeling of Naruto’s body tensing around hers was pushing Hinata to her very limits. Hinata dearly hoped that she could last much longer, and Naruto dearly hoped that he could finally feel Hinata explode inside him.


Gasping for breath, Hinata paused for only a moment before beginning again as she quickly tried to express her problem to her love.


“Naru…I’m…going to c-cum soon…do you want it…o-outside?” she panted for breath, hoping that she could last long enough to get an answer. Almost immediately she felt Naruto’s body tightening even harder around her, as she’d unknowingly helped push Naruto further towards his own release.


“Inside!” he demanded immediately, clenching his arms and legs down on her neck and shoulders, growling through his teeth and glaring up at her, daring her to refute his answer. Hinata grinned viscously, the expression more like a grimace as she immediately began throwing all her weight into her thrusts, determined to give him everything that she had now that he had given her his acceptance.


When it came neither of them were ready, but both wanted it. Hinata fired off a few quick thrusts, before feeling her balls contract and her shaft pulse deep inside her lover. At the same time, Naruto screamed her name, cumming around her cock and bursting another impressive load over their stomachs and chests. His tightening anus milked her shaft with all the demand of slut demented with the addiction for cocks. Hinata pressed him hard into the mattress, growling through clenched teeth as she began firing off her most impressive load to date. The explosion of which was so powerful that they both saw stars in their eyes, clenching and twitching around each other helplessly, uncomprehending of just why everything was just so much better together.


Minutes later, they both relaxed into the now messy and sticky sheets, humming and giggly tiredly while musing with each other’s hair and sharing tender kisses full of love and devotion.


Both Hinata and Naruto snuggled tiredly against each other, whispering quiet expressions of their love while reflecting on their relationship. The exhaustion was kicking in, so that they were beginning to fade from consciousness, when Naruto unknowingly mumbled a question to her.


Hinata smiled happily, leaning over to whisper into his ear. Naruto smiled his own happiness, laying his cheek across her right breast as she stroked her fingers through his sweaty man hair.


Smiling indulgently at her now slumbering boyfriend, Hinata reflected that she’d need to have this conversation with him again in the morning when they were well rested. But she didn’t think he’d disagree with his subconscious proposal. He never went back on his word, after all.


And so, Hinata fell asleep while imagining what the rest of her life would be like with her new fiancé.