(All characters are 18+)
The night had been a total bust. Karrie was walking back to the apartment she shared with her roommate, and best friend, Katya, and she was pissed. First of all half of her so-called 'friends' hadn't shown up. The night out hadn't been her idea and she would have frankly preferred spending it with Katya, but her friend already had other plans, so she had reluctantly agreed to come. The fact most of the group hadn't shown should have given away that this was a disaster waiting to happen, but she pressed on anyway. Secondly was the fact that of the girls who had shown up, the most annoying of them all had latched onto her for most of the night, droning on and on about 'how hard it is to find the right guy these days'. The final straw had come when said girl pulled her to one side and practically begged her to agree to a threesome with a guy who 'might be the one'.
"Let me get this straight: you want me to agree to have sex with this guy, who has asked you to bring me along before he'll have sex with you, and you think that he's a keeper?"
"Don't be so closed minded, we can't all be as hot as you are!" the girl had retorted.
The only positive of the night had been the little ego boost the girl's comment had given her. Karrie was striking to look at, a fact she was aware of but tried not to flaunt too much, her height being maybe the only average thing about her at around 5'8". She possessed mid-length, silky brown hair that draped down across her shoulders and a pair of piercing, sapphire blue eyes that most would have assumed were contact lenses for how vivid they were but were in fact completely real. Anyone not engrossed by her eyes would have soon noticed the rest of her physique was equally as stunning, her large but perky F cup breasts likely being a focal point if not for her perfectly round bubble butt, sitting proud and pert at the top of her long legs and above her thick, womanly thighs.
"Look, I'm not doing it, ok? Besides, I don't even like guys!"
"Oh come on, please? I'll, er, I'll do stuff to you too!"
Karrie had laughed slightly at the girl's use of the word 'stuff'. If nothing else it told her this girl would have had no chance of satisfying her in any way even if she was inclined to do what she was asking.
"I don't think you get the concept of a threesome do you? The guy will want to put his dick in me and I'm not taking a random dude's dick just so you might get to."
"You don't need to be a bitch about it," the girl had said indignantly.
"If you're so desperate, why not ask one of the others?"
"Because he asked for you specifically and you're more... well..."
"I'm what exactly?"
"You're easier than they are..."
Karrie was appalled by this accusation.
"Fuck you! I haven't slept with anyone since I got to college!"
"That's not what most of the guys have been saying, they brag about having sex with you all the time. They like, compare notes and everything."
Enraged, Karrie had stormed out of the club they had been in and decided to go home. It wasn't that she didn't know there were guys out there bragging about claiming to have slept with her, it was the fact that this was apparently accepted as being the truth. Even more annoyingly, she wasn't even being accused of sleeping with the right gender! She'd chosen to walk, hoping she would cool off by the time she got back to her apartment.
The walk may have cooled her temper, but it did also give her time to think about what she did and didn't like sexually. She knew that theoretically she wasn't opposed to the kind of sexual experiences she could have with men, but it really felt like the only thing guys brought to the table was having a dick. A good strap on and a willing female partner could get her off in a hundred more ways than any guy she'd ever been with, especially as far as size was concerned. She was a self-confessed 'Size Queen', always choosing the biggest option available should her partner offer it. Plus with a strap on, the girls she'd been with just didn't all of a sudden stop really fucking her and then just flop away like guys did, they rode out her orgasm until she made them stop.
There was one thing that just couldn't be replicated however. No matter how big the dildo was, no matter how much of her partner's arm was pushed up inside her, stretching her flat belly out from underneath, she had to admit it wasn't the same without feeling the hot spray of cum inside her. Despite the fact that she otherwise loathed most of her encounters with guys, once they did cum it was almost always enough to make her peak. She had no idea why and at times she felt it was a cruel joke given her preference for women as there was no way she could ever hope to have the best of both worlds.
Luckily for her the internet was full of magical possibilities and a swathe of talented amateur and professional artists who all seemed to think the way she did or at least something similar. In particular she'd stumbled across the world of futanari and it ticked every box she could think of apart from the one that counted: possibility. She knew no matter how hard she looked, she'd never find a futanari in real life, certainly not like the ones in her dreams. She'd never be fucked by a cock so large she could feel it in her ribs, she'd never be stretched so wide she couldn't sit down for a week and she'd never be filled with so much cum that her bloated and swollen belly would lift her off the ground. Life was unfair.
She could also never hope to explain this to anyone. Where would she even start? She'd imagined how the conversation would go so many times. For a guy it would be, 'this is great and everything, but what would really turn me on is if you weren't here and your dick was on a girl,' and for a girl it would be, 'I love this but, damn, if you had a huge cock and balls, like real ones, that would be amazing.' She hadn't even told Katya about it and there was barely anything the two of them didn't share.
Katya herself was a little bit of a problem for Karrie though. She was taller than Karrie by a few inches, just short of 6 feet tall all in all, and shared similarly striking features. Her boobs and butt weren't as big as Karrie's (being a DD cup according to the bras she sometimes left laying around) but taken in combination with her long, slender legs made her cut an impressive silhouette. There was no doubting she was hot and that on its own would have been easy to deal with, but it was the combination of her sparkling, emerald green eyes, her long, shiny, fiery red hair that slid down to the base of her spine and her pale, lightly freckled complexion, that just emphasised these features all the more, that almost hypnotised Karrie whenever she was near her.
Karrie felt a certain longing and throbbing in her loins whenever Katya would tell her about who she had slept with, what they had done together and what they might do next. Karrie had often joked with herself that if Katya had a cock, she'd be perfect, but had to admit she was as damn near to it as it was possible to get. The shame was that Karrie was almost certain that Katya wasn't into girls or at the very least wasn't into her. She'd tried bringing it up on a few drunken occasions, but she just couldn't do it.
Feeling decidedly glum, Karrie walked up the stairs to her apartment building. She fumbled with her keys at the door and as she did started to hear a muffled moaning. The moans were from a woman, she could definitely tell that, and she could also tell they were moans of pleasure. It sounded almost like their neighbours were watching porn really loudly, again. She tutted at the interruption to her evening the noise was going to be and headed inside her apartment. Immediately though, the noise suddenly became much louder, not 100% clear yet, but loud enough that Karrie could tell one, that it was coming from her apartment, and two, that it was Katya making those noises.
It wasn't the first time she'd heard her roommate having sex and it certainly did nothing to stop her imagination running wild with what could be happening in there. There were even times where she had laid in her own bed, listening intently and imagining it was the two of them together before getting herself off. Maybe tonight wasn't a complete bust after all.
Making sure to be as quiet as possible, so as not to ruin things, Karrie crept past Katya's room on the way to her own but stopped for a moment as she noticed the door was slightly ajar. Normally the door would be closed but Karrie figured that as Katya believed she had the place to herself, she'd been a little less careful. She was overcome with the urge to peak inside. It was the one thing she hadn't done yet; she'd heard all about it from Katya in the morning, she'd heard Katya in the night and she'd even seen her naked once or twice, but she'd never actually seen her have sex. Now that the opportunity seemed to be presenting itself, Karrie was fighting internally between her lust for Katya and her bond with her as a friend. The noises in the room intensified and her lust won.
Remaining as cautious as possible, she tiptoed over to the slit in the door and carefully tried to peek in. There wasn't enough of an opening for her to see much, but she could just make out a pair of guy's legs and the unmistakable swish of Katya's flawless red hair. She was riding this guy into what sounded like oblivion. Karrie wondered how Katya's ass would be wobbling, how her tits would be jiggling, what her cum face might look like. She could feel her nipples had hardened, sticking out beneath the thin fabric of her dress like thimbles on top of her huge, pillowy mounds of breast and could feel the familiar urge pulsating from her dampening loins to just let go and start pleasuring herself. It was risky, but she had to see more.
She edged the door open ever so slightly more and more until she could see everything that was happening. Katya had leant forward, her breasts pushed up against the chest of the lucky guy underneath her, her hips and butt bucking up and down on his stiff rod. Seeing all this felt wrong but in a way that was far too thrilling for Karrie to stop. She involuntarily crossed her legs as the throbbing want in her loins intensified. Katya's moans were getting louder and wilder and from past experience, Karrie knew this meant she was about to cum. She braced herself in anticipation, biting her lip as she did.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum baby, oh god I'm gonna cum everywhere!" Katya moaned.
