I couldn't stop staring at the little barbells that pierced her nipples. Partly because I couldn't stop wondering why did she do that? and how much did it hurt? and those are fucking hot. But also because I was a little bit afraid to look further down.
"What's your name?" she asked. We were far enough away from the music I didn't have to strain to hear her.
"Tom," said.
"I'm Nomi." I looked up and saw her smiling, her teeth bright in the gloom, her face surrounded by dark hair. "This your first time?"
I'd heard about the club from a cousin's friend and hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. "It's not a strip club," she'd said. "It's not a brothel. Everyone's there because they want to be." She'd cocked her head, eyes narrowed as they regarded me. "Or because they need to be." I'd looked away as I fumbled for my coffee cup, and asked if she'd been there. "Oh, yes," she replied, with a small smile. "But only because I want to be."
It seemed her words had a smug edge to them, as if she knew something about me that I didn't.
"Yeah," I said, back in the present, still looking at Nomi's eyes. Now that I'd actually seen them, very large and very blue, it seemed impolite to look back down at her breasts, which were also large. Which struck me as silly, because most of the women here were showing off more than just their breasts. I just didn't want to come across as that kind of guy, who only stared at a woman's tits.
"You can look," she said, as if reading my mind, and she slid closer to me.
"I was just thinking --"
"I get it. Most newbies aren't sure what to look at." Nomi sipped from her wine glass, then put it beside mine on the tiny round table in front of us. The drinks were free. After paying a not-insubstantial fee (my cousin's friend hadn't mentioned that) and waiting for the results of a background check, all I had to do at the door was submit to a very fast, painless blood test. Taking off your clothes was optional, and I kept mine on. Not because I'm modest. It felt like a kind of armor.
"You can touch, too," she said, and without even thinking about it my left hand went up, trying to cover one breast as best it could. It was natural, overflowing, soft and heavy and squeezable, and she pulled my head down into that dark, delicious space between her tits.
I put a hand on her leg. Just not too far up her leg.
A lot of the women in the club were naked. Not Nomi, though, not entirely. Maybe that's why I approached her in the first place. She wore bikini bottoms, neon green ones, the kind that covered a bit more than usual in front but still left her attractive ass bare. I thought maybe she was armoring herself, like I was.
The briefest glance at the front of those bikini bottoms had been enough for me. She'd been holding her wineglass, talking to another woman who was letting it all hang out, and her face just lit up when she saw me, just staring at her crotch without trying hide my curiosity.
Now I nibbled on one of her barbell-pierced nipples, then took it in my mouth, the steel of the piercing clicking against my teeth. She stroked the back of my head, humming with delight at what I was doing to her, and when I moved to her other breast, she took my hand and pressed it to her crotch.
No avoiding it now.
"This is why you came here tonight, right?" Nori's breath was hot in my ear. As I already knew, there was hardness down there...a long hardness that strained against the taut fabric of her bikini.
It was indeed why I was here. I'd convinced many women to don strap-ons to peg me. I'd even tried it with a man, once, and to his disappointment discovered that I'm not homophobic, just not gay. I like bodies with breasts and vaginas, and it turns me on that much more imagining cocks attached to them. And when I learned that futanari are not just imaginary creatures, I knew getting dildos rammed up my ass by girls who were by turns indifferent and sadistic was no longer going to cut it. I instantly became futa-curious.
Now I did something I'd only ever been on the receiving end of in the past: The Grope, feeling for the length and girth and hardness of a cock through clothing. It was an enlightening exploration: her cock was big, bigger than mine, and I'm above average. I'd learned that futa were usually bigger than human males, and I counted myself lucky that Nomi didn't appear to be hung like a horse.
While I was groping her she was groping me. "We need to get you out of these clothes," she said.
"Same with you," I said, feeling a little lame.
"No problem," she said, and laughed, her blue eyes glittering in the dimness. She stood and untied the strings at either hip. The bikini bottoms fell away, and her cock sprang free.
It looked even bigger than it had felt, and without thinking I was on my feet as well, her rod in my hand, something I hadn't done...well, for a very long time. I took hold of one of her breasts and the contrast between engorged and plush was mind-bending. I leaned forward to kiss her, and she kissed me back...close-mouthed at first, but the longer I held her cock with one hand and her tit with the other, and the longer her arms circled my neck, the wetter it got.
Finally, she pulled away and started undressing me. I tried to help, but she was too efficient; before I knew it I was naked, and our cocks were bobbing and sliding against each other as we found ways to bring them close without damaging our testicles. I couldn't tell what her scrotum was like yet, whether it hung down or clung close to her. Not all futa had external testicles, and I wasn't paying much attention to those details yet. Her breasts mounded against my chest, the little barbells telling me exactly where her nipples were. My hands ran down from her shoulders to her ass, and our tongues were fighting to explore each other's mouths. Her tongue was pierced as well, I found, but that was nothing new.
Nomi held one of my hands as she sat back on the little sofa we'd been occupying, leaning back with her butt pushed forward and her knees spread wide. She tugged me down to my knees.
"You're new," she said, "you start. I don't want you coming and losing interest." She leaned forward, her nose almost touching mine. "Let me warn you, my cock won't get bored if I don't come. Once a futa gets started, she has to come, one way or another." She took hold of her cock and stroked herself. "And I have definitely gotten started." She put her hand behind my head and pulled me in, leaning back again as she did so.
This was territory long unexplored. I laid my hands on the insides of her smooth thighs, leaving just enough room to kiss the creases. She had no pubic hair. Her balls were pulled in tight, and after swallowing the lump in my throat I licked her scrotum. While I was there, I decided to explore a little. Her balls were tucked up neatly, close to the base of her penis. I found her first, short perineum, then the hood hiding her clit (I rubbed it gently, a greeting), the wet inner labia, the second perineum, and her butt hole.
"Later," she growled, pulling my head up by a fistful of hair. "Suck me."
I'd always figured if you were facing someone with the same sexual equipment as yours, do what you'd like to have done to you. Now it was time to prove that proposition. I took her cock in my hand and licked my way from the base, up the rigid shaft all the way to the soft head, already slick with her precum. As I took her glans in my mouth, I felt a sense of lightness, as if I'd released something. A step toward sexual liberation, perhaps, or a release of tension as I raced toward fulfillment of a dream.
At any rate, I sucked her in. Her flesh had little flavor, but her precum tasted unexpectedly sweet. She pressed my head harder, and I opened my mouth wider. She was thick as well as long, and it took some effort to take her deep. Gagging, I let her go, slurping back and swallowing the mix of saliva and precum, then concentrated for a few moments on the head of her dick. She moaned; I ran my tongue around the corona and lapped at her meatus, drawing more precum out of her. Then I opened wide and tried to swallow her again. It seemed impossible, and I wrapped my hand around her, jerking her as if I could keep her from realizing I only had half of her dick in my mouth.
Nomi started rocking her hips. I figured I was doing something right, then realized with each little thrust she was pushing her rod a little deeper into my mouth. I had to pull back again, a thread of fluid connecting my mouth to her cock. I cupped her balls and stroked her glistening penis as I kissed and licked it.
She bent forward to kiss me. "You're doing good, Tommy. Real good. But take it easy, you don't need to deep throat me. I don't want to come in your mouth."
With some relief I went back to her cock, swallowing another mouthful of precum. My own dick was hot and pulsing in my hand, but I was afraid to jack off too much; like she said, I didn't want to come too soon, though somehow I was pretty sure if I did, I could recover like a futa, ready to go again right away.
Nomi pulled me up onto the couch and grabbed my cock. "How do you want it, from behind or face to face?"
I glanced around. A crowd had gathered round us; two futa couples fucked on the floor nearby, one face to face, the other doggy style, the redhead in the rear reaching around to pump her partner's cock. Other people stood singly or in pairs, watching and masturbating. As I watched, one of the male masturbators came, spraying semen towards us, and one of the futa dropped to her knees, still rubbing herself, and took the cock in her mouth to catch the last of his sperm.
Close enough that I could have reached out to and touched them, two well-endowed futa double-fucked a woman whose eyes were closed and mouth was open with pleasure. That looked interesting, but I had other things to think about.
"Face to face," I said, laying back, my legs apart, my erection pulsing against my stomach. Precum cooled on the head as it evaporated.
