Following Jane out of the car, we entered a familiar lingerie store. Olive's, it wasn't the first time Jane and I had been here. They specialised in luxury bras and thongs, and part of that was fitting. So we'd both been fitted here a few times over the years. A well fit bra was the difference between sexy and a back ache.
"Hey ladies, what can I do for you?" The cheerful woman at the counter said.
"Need to get fitted," Jane smiled.
"Oh? I'll be right with you," she said, grabbing a tape measure.
"Not that fitting," Jane winked.
The woman gaped for a moment before nodding. "I'll have to get Olive, she runs the back room." With that she darted off through a door labelled, 'Staff.' She returned a moment later with another woman, who smiled, before frowning.
"Jane, isn't this-"
"Hey Olive, yes it is. Late bloomer," Jane said quickly.
Olive just nodded and waved for us to go follow. I went in after Jane, still nervous about the whole situation. The room we entered was set up differently to the main one. It was smaller with a few manikins set up, wearing different styles of underwear. Most of it looked rather familiar, except for each manikin had a cock, and each pair of underwear had a different style of pouch to contain it. Some simply had a sock, others a hole. Some still had lace frills. But each and every one had one thing in common. Some form of strap to help pin the cock to the inner thigh or hip.
"Now, if you'll take off your pants, I'll get you measured up," she said with a smile.
I just nervously stood beside Jane, who rubbed my shoulders. "It's okay, Amber. You remember being fitted for a bra. This is just as important. You'll never regret it."
I just nodded and smiled nervously at the waiting attendant. Taking hold of my waistband, I pushed my pants down around my ankles, and Olive's eyes popped out of her head.
"Wow," she muttered, before clasping her hands to her mouth. "I'm sorry, that was very unprofessional. I've never seen one that big." I smiled shyly, while Jane took my hand. "Alright, please stand with your legs, shoulder width apart. I'm going to touch you. But if you feel uncomfortable, just tell me and I'll stop."
Nodding my head, I did as she asked and concentrated on Jane's fingers entwined in my own. Olive measured the length of my cock first, base to tip. I opened my eyes just in time to see her write, '10.5 inches,' on a piece of paper. I didn't know if I should be proud or disturbed. Having a cock made me think about my femininity, but all I felt was a powerful conviction. I was still the woman I was born as. I still had a pussy, I still had a womb, I could still birth a child. I could also fuck one into the beautiful creature holding my hand. That thought caused a rise to my member before I could stop and think.
"Oh good, I was going to say I needed to measure it erect," Olive continued.
I just blushed and nodded.
"Don't worry, I'll make it up to you later," Jane whispered, which if anything just made me harder.
"Alright, that's all I needed from you. You can get dressed," Olive said, getting up. She turned away to a machine and put in some numbers as I pulled my pants back on. "Now, what style do you like to wear?"
"Boy legs, but a bit of lace is nice," I answered immediately.
Sue just grinned and gestured at a mannequin, "like that?"
I took a look at the underwear. They were slightly transparent and sexy. the small amounts of lace looked good too. I just wasn't keen on the colour. "They're great, but not in that colour," I told her.
"That's fine. I'll pick out a few similar to this and have them made up in a few colours you can take home."
"Made up?" I asked.
"Yes, the cock sock as I call it comes in different sizes as well as the underwear itself. The machine behind me does a few sizing touch ups to make it a perfect fit and it makes them on the spot." Sue explained.
As Jane and I sat and waited, Jane explained the different types of strap. The average futa still wanted to feel feminine. So to account for shorts and skirts there were some options with the straps. Sleepwear didn't usually have a strap, it could also come with or without a cock sock. It allowed for natural movement with the body and freedom of erections. When wearing shorts and pants, there was a leg strap. It would be set on the thigh, similar to a garter belt. To this strap, the cock sock would be attached. It holds the cock in a downward position and prevents showing an obvious erection. The last option is the hip strap. The hip strap holds the cock horizontally along the hip, hiding it in the crease of the leg. It's best for when wearing short skirts, especially when you're a little over average in size.
The first option didn't really appeal to me. I hadn't worn sleepwear in years. But I made sure to pick out a few hip and leg straps. In the meantime, the machine had finished a dozen pairs of underwear for me to take home. So after a quick thank you and payment, we decided to head over to my house. I checked my phone and knew I'd be earlier than usual, which was just perfect, because I had a rather large problem.
I managed to keep it all together, right up until I closed the front door. Without a second thought, I dropped her bags and spun around to face Jane... Who was already taking off her shirt. As the shirt hit the floor, my lips met Jane's. Her soft moan of delight was music to my ears. Walking her backward into the lounge, I gave Jane a firm shove in the direction of the cushy three seater. As Jane sprawled onto the padded seat, I quickly stripped off all my clothes. It was the first time I had been completely naked with her new lover, but it wouldn't be the last. As Jane unbuttoned and pushed down her jeans, I climbed onto the couch between her legs.
The moment our skin touched, I could feel a spark jump between us. So I looked down on the woman of my dreams and smiled.
"I love you, Jane."
I didn't give her time to respond, before I launched myself at her, knocking her flat on the couch. I stuck my hand down between us and felt the slickness between her legs. Jane really wasn't kidding earlier when she said she'd become addicted to my sperm. She was already ready and raring to go. So tucking the head of my cock into her tight little opening, I kissed her softly.
"Later, I want you to teach me to eat this," I said, brushing my fingers over her clit.
Jane moaned out a small, "yess."
And I took that as my permission to push in. As slick as her pussy was, her tunnel was perfect and tight. Jane moaned softly as I pushed my entire length inside her, shuddering as our hips met, when I finally bottomed out inside her.
"I love you, Amber," Jane sighed, right before I kissed her.
This time I started slow. Pulling and pushing about half my length inside her with each thrust. I made sure to roll my hips and grind my pubic bone into Jane's clit with each slow thrust. I couldn't keep the devilish smile off my face as her legs wrapped around my hips. Nor could I prevent it widening when she moaned my name and bit her lower lip.
She was so beautiful, biting her lip sensually as she gasped in pleasure. Leaning down I traced from her jaw, down to her perfect nipples, with gentle kisses. When my lips finally found her firm nub, Jane grunted softly. As her tunnel began firmly pulsing around my cock, I groaned and sucked firmly over her perfect breast, before releasing with a soft pop.
"God you're so sexy," I whispered.
Jane smiled as she arched her back, moaning, "Amber," over and over again.
