u/maneymm

One of the greatest mysteries in the modern world is why futanari women still retain a functioning vagina.

Well, it's not as if nature needs a reason to do things that don't make sense; the human body has always had plenty of redundancies, bad designs, and vestigial bits and bobs. But with the emergent mutation that became known as futanari in the late 20th century, it soon became apparent that the vast majority of them were genetically predisposed to use the seemingly superfluous penises they had been granted. The organs in question were connected to their bladders, they were the primary means of showing arousal, and generally speaking, their owners paid little mind to the rest of their ‘equipment.’ Futanari became legendary for their libidos, their sexual forwardness, their stamina and the volume of their ejaculations, four categories in which they comfortably outdid the male sex.

Now while futanari, like all other genders, came in a wide variety of sexualities, they were unique in that they mostly leaned dominant, and pretty much universally insisted upon being the penetrating partner. Whether their preference was for pretty girls, big tough men, slender femboys or anything else, it became a well known fact that they would only be satisfied by sliding their (statistically oversized) cocks into a hole of some description.

All of this to say that by the time you reached your twenties, you were starting to feel like a bit of a freak. Not only was it difficult to come to terms with being a futanari in the first place — while the phenomenon was well known, you were still less than 1% of the population, and support systems were threadbare in this country — but you struggled with the expectations placed upon you by porn and social media. The handful of people you had dated or experimented with all bent over eagerly for you when they found out what you were, and while it was an enjoyable experience, it was hardly what you'd call satisfying. It still felt like something was missing.

It wasn't like you could just ask someone to fuck you, no matter how much your pussy drooled eagerly at the thought. Men — other than a certain submissive sort — widely reviled futanari, carrying over twentieth-century phobias and ‘trans panic’ into a whole new era of discrimination and hate crimes. The one girlfriend to whom you had hesitantly mentioned the possibility of a strap-on had laughed in your face and called you a sad excuse for a futa. Dating other futanari was taboo. If you ever wanted to experiment with finding a way to quench this burning heat, you would need to find a unicorn.

And, well, you found him. This is that kind of roleplay, after all, not a pity party. Through one plot contrivance or another, you wound up crossing orbits with Ezra, a bookish gentle giant who listens without judgement, nods in understanding, then very seriously says that yes, he's always thought that it would be quite nice to fuck a futanari that way.

Could it be that easy?

Well, normally it wouldn't be. But lucky you, finding the one man in town who's into the idea. And lucky him, finding possibly the one futanari on the planet who wouldn't punch him in the teeth for suggesting it.

So that's how you find yourself here, straddling Ezra’s lap, half-naked and panting for breath as the two of you kiss hungrily. His hands rove all over you, big and strong and possessive in a way no man has ever dared to be before. You melt under his touch, shuddering with elation as he explores your body.

“S-sorry,” you gasp shamefully through the kiss, your lips linked to his by a thread of saliva. “I'm getting hard, but… but it doesn't mean anything!”

He smiles gently. “It means you're looking forward to this. Don't worry. Can I touch it?”

You pause, hesitant. You've been down this path before. Your cock’s not meant to be the focus tonight. But it is achingly hard, just as flushed with arousal as your leaking slit. “I…”

He senses your hesitation, grasping your hand and squeezing gently. “It's okay. It's a part of you, and it wants some attention. That's all. Yeah?”

“Y-yeah…” you breathe, feeling your heart leap into your throat.

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Fifteen agonising minutes (that you wouldn't trade for the world) later, you finally slide down onto his cock, and your vision explodes into stars. It's a brand new sensation, but your soaking wet pussy wraps eagerly around his shaft and sucks it deep, taking him to the hilt. “Ohhhhhhfuck, I'm gonna—something is—!”

To your surprise, it's your cock that erupts as your words give way to a frightened wail, the gentle touch of his large hand wrapped around the shaft coaxing a massive, unstoppable load from the tip. Spattering everywhere, it fills the narrow space between your bodies, leaving his chest and yours dripping with rivulets of hot, sticky semen. “F-fuck, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Ungh!” you babble, barely able to form sentences as jet after jet of cum keeps shooting out. Your eyes fill with tears as his throbbing cock sets off the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced, leaving your breath ragged and your chest heaving. “Oh god, I've… shit, I'm sorry, I didn't think…”

“It's okay.” Ezra’s voice is low and steady, immediately reassuring as he plants a fond kiss on your forehead. “Go on, let it all out.” With gentle, practiced hands, he strokes your shuddering cock even as his own remains wedged deep inside you, coaxing every last bubbling drop out of your glans.

“I… fuck,” you gasp, the strange sensations in your body warring with each other. His cock feels like an invader, unfamiliar and intrusive, but… you think you like it. As the pressure in your cock abates (though his slow, teasing handjob doesn't help), you feel a new, unfamiliar heat blooming deeper inside you, further back.

For possibly the first time in your life, you feel like a woman.

“I… I made a mess,” you whimper sheepishly, looking Ezra up and down. There's cum all the way from his chin to his belly button, and a few loose specks made it as far as his cheeks.

“I figured that would happen,” he says calmly. “It's okay.”

“No, but it was meant to be different! This stupid cock wasn't meant to be the main event for once!” you grumble, frustration taking over as you catch your breath.

To your surprise, Ezra smiles. Looping his arms around your shoulders, he pulls you into a sticky embrace, his hand running through your hair as you feel your body melt into his. He murmurs in your ear, his voice low and reassuring. “Does it feel like the show is over?”

You swallow nervously as you feel his cock twitch inside you. It's thick and gently curved, seeming to have been carved specifically to stretch and fill you in just the right way. “N-no, it doesn't,” you admit. “But I still feel bad! This isn't what you signed up for.”

His lips press against your cheek as he squeezes you again. “This is exactly what I signed up for. You can cum whenever you want, as much as you want.”

A faint glimmer of excitement flickers beneath the blanket of guilt. “Really? You're okay with it?”

“Can't you feel how hard I am?”

You swallow nervously. It's true, now that you've had a second to calm down and focus on what's happening. His cock bulges hungrily inside you, filling your long-neglected pussy to the brim and pulsing with fierce arousal.

“I'm… probably going to cum again,” you admit sheepishly. “Before this is over, I mean. Maybe more than once.”

“I'm counting on it.”

“O-oh.”

“I want to see if I can make you cum from both sides at once.”

“...Oh.”

“Would you like that?”

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I gotta stop writing these long-ass prompts, man, but I feel like I'm not getting the vibe across properly if I don't include a chunk of a scene as well as the background.

Long (very long) story short, I love futanari but I've got no interest in either giving or receiving anal. So while I'm willing to do most anything else — I am not cock shy and will gladly kiss, lick, blow, deepthroat, stroke, frot, 69, etc — that's the one hard line that usually keeps me from RPing it. I also lean dominant, so the sort of partner I'm looking for is someone who likes the idea of having a dick, but more as a tool to be teased and overstimulated with than to use for its ‘intended purpose.’

I yadda yadda'd over the details of how we meet and wind up getting together/hooking up, mostly because that could be interesting to come up with together. Maybe you try dating as a girl and then hope you can spring the cock surprise on someone without getting rejected (risky), maybe you make an anonymous post on Craigslist (arguably more so), or maybe we just happen to wind up having a frank conversation about your condition and preferences somehow.

I have written a lot here, but for actual roleplay I much prefer a paragraph or two at a time. I like to keep the action moving, and nothing slows that down like stopping to write seven paragraphs of navel-gazing reflection on how good the sex feels for every seven seconds of action.

Alternatively, if you just like the ideas presented here, I am always down to just talk about them. I borrowed this from another user I can't remember: if you just want to talk, put the keyword ‘natter’ in your first message and we can chat away without the pressure of setting up a whole roleplay!

Kinks and limits are mostly implied above, but I'm also into excessive cum, premature ejaculation (you), simultaneous orgasms, explosive orgasms and slow lazy ones alike, gentle domination, foreplay and aftercare, kissing, grinding, teasing, clothing play and hold the moan. I'm not into noncon, pain, bathroom, furry or excessive meanness.

I suppose when you're born with a cock like that, it never crosses your mind. It feels good, right? To slam that thick slab of meat into a hole and just unload. To watch stomachs swell under the force of your cumshots. To paint faces with sticky ropes, to force your girth down tight, hungry throats, to leave bodies shuddering and twitching after ravishing them from every possible angle and turning them into delighted, leaking messes.

It feels like a futa’s birthright.

But at the end of the day, you are a woman. A woman with a little something extra, for sure, but a woman nonetheless. You've spent your whole adult life ignoring that fact — not through denial or spite, but just a lack of opportunity. Everyone always wanted only one thing from you, and you were more than glad to give it. They dropped to their knees or bent over with very little fuss, and frankly I can't blame them.

But it means that nobody ever fulfilled you the way your body silently yearned for. Not until the night we spent together did everything start to fall into place, and now you're left wondering how you ever could have missed the signs.

It feels so good to have your legs spread by strong hands, to be pushed down onto your back and left vulnerable, aching.

It feels so good to have your body manhandled, to surrender to the control of someone who knows what they want from you.

It feels so good to have that tender, long-neglected slit behind your cock stretched and filled. To let a hot, twitching shaft spread you open just like you'd done to so many before.

It feels so good to wrap your legs around someone's back, to toss your hair and scream their name in lustful abandon, as their cock drives so deep it kisses your womb and you wonder how you ever forgot what you truly were.

And yet you're not just a woman. You're more. As a teasing hand wraps around your cock, you find you can't control it like you used to. Your stamina is being fucked out of you, and your hips buck and writhe even while you're pinned to the bed, shooting those famous ropes of sticky seed all over your own trembling body, painting every soft expanse and limning every curve.

You learned what it feels like to cum twice at once. To be penetrated and surrender, while losing control and letting your eyes roll back. To be put on your hands and knees, cock spurring uselessly into the bed as your ass rocks back into the driving thrusts of the one who showed you what it's like to be fucked for once.

And now you're not sure you can go back.

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Oof, okay! That was a little difficult since I decided not to specify genders or anything. I was originally writing this as M4Fu, but I'm more than happy to make it Fu4Fu instead. The thing that's important to me, the part I can't get past, is the image of a futanari losing control and shooting her load uselessly all over herself while she gets railed. Cum shooting into the air, or dripping onto the ground, or making the space between us sticky.

To be clear, I'm not looking for particularly extreme dom/sub dynamics. I also don't wanna lean too heavily into the ‘this is what a woman should be’ stuff because that very quickly turns into misogyny, which I have no interest in. The basic idea is that you realise you've been missing out on something all this time, and it feels so much more natural to have the lead taken from you — that's all.

Though if it suits you more, I'm also down for a dynamic where you've never really wanted to use your cock and struggled to find someone who didn't want to bottom — that can be fun too.

As for settings and characters, well, there's a lot of space there to do something interesting. Could just be a hookup, could be a more involved or unique connection. I'm fond of fantasy/sci-fi, magic, or something as simple as college roommates.

Kinks are many and varied, but a few fun ones include cum, exhibitionism, breast play, teasing, clothed sex and breeding.

Limits include anal (important), cruelty, bigotry, physical and mental torture/harm, bathroom.

“Mmph,” you whimper, running your hands salaciously over your ample chest, pinching your nipples through your bikini top. “Oh fuck, stepbro. Your cock feels so good…”

You shimmy your hips, testing your positioning for what feels the best. You'll edit this later to ensure nothing actually explicit shows up on camera; you have to keep your fans anticipating something, even as you grind your ass back and forward, eyelids fluttering closed as the pleasure slowly washes over you. “Mm… fuck.” Focus. “Stepbro… we shouldn't be doing this…” you gasp, lifting your hips just a little before plopping them back down on the pillow, flinching as if you've just been impaled.

“Stepbro…” you moan once more. “I know you were looking at me at the pool, stepbro…” The word is starting to lose its meaning in your mind as you repeat it again and again, but it's what the people clamour for. The unfortunate side effect is that every time you film one of these stupid requests, the image of your own very real, flesh and blood brother flashes into your mind.

When did you last go to the pool with Chris? You can't remember how long it's been, even though you can see the event in your mind's eye. You don't think he was eyeing you up, but for whatever reason you can picture him clearly. A strong, tanned swimmer's body, with wide shoulders and long arms. Bare but for his swim trunks, he had been sparkling in the water that day…

“Chris…” you find yourself whispering, then your eyes snap open as you glance at the camera in shock.

A slight, tremulous shiver runs down your spine.

Goosebumps cover your arms as his fucking name slips out of your mouth, and you find yourself resisting the urge to dip your hand into your bikini bottoms. “Chris… big bro…” This… can't be good. You have to stop.

But as you reach for the iPhone on its ring-lit tripod to switch it off, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the viewfinder. Flushed. Squirming. This could be the best take you've captured all week.

It's… all fantasy, right? And the best fantasies have a kernel of reality in them.

What's the harm?

Slowly, you drop your hand from the camera controls, settling back onto the pillow. Hesitantly, you roll your hips, feeling the plush filling of the pillow grind against your slightly warm and damp bikini bottoms.

“F-fuck me, Chris,” you try, blushing a deep, shameful red as you call your actual brother's name.

Thank God you're home alone.

“Please…” you breathe, moist lips parting hungrily. It's all an act. “Fuck your little sister!”

You haven't got the time to unpack this now.

Your hips move faster. You almost never cum while filming; you usually have to fake it for the camera. But somehow, a few words, a few dangerous words, are threatening to unravel your self-control. You can't close your eyes, or you'll see him smirking up at you as you ride him.

“Chris, baby, fuckkkk…” you groan through gritted teeth.

“Chris… Chrissssss-uh! Oh my god, you're so hard!” The words are pouring out in a torrent now, your roleplay and JOI experience giving you an uncomfortably natural flow of dirty words to spill from your lips.

“Oh, fuck, big bro, I'm gonna-” You don't call him ‘big bro.’ Who does that? This is just a fantasy. You have to sell it — literally. “Chris, I'm coming! I'm gonna cum on your cock, fffffuuuuu…”

You are home alone, right?

You take a deep breath, preparing to send it for the finale as you feel a worryingly genuine climax creep up on you. “Oh fuck, Chris, help! Chris, Chris, Chrisssss…!”

As your eyes roll back in your head and wet heat blooms between your legs, the improperly latched door to your bedroom swings open.

“What's wrong? You see another spider or… something…?”

---

A week later, the comments under your newest OnlyFans video are abuzz.

Where'd she find this hottie?

Yo, I'm jealous af… he's not actually her brother right?

That's a crime, you idiot. He's just an actor.

I'm just glad she's doing hardcore. The teasing shit was getting old.

I think she really likes him tho LOL. Look at her face when he calls her ‘sis.’

that's gotta be a complicated feeling lmao

imma drop so much $$ if she opens customs w this guy…

Indeed, the dollars are rolling in. You can just about afford to move out already, and that's even with Chris’s cut.

But you're starting to think you'd do this for free.

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Aah! Still on the OF kick, I just think it's so much fun to play around with in scenes, but today I wanted to make an incest spin on it. Super smutty, lots of chat and banter. I like character development and plot, but I like to unfold them during sex scenes if possible. And let's keep it light - yeah, we shouldn't be doing this, but also we both kinda want to, so…

We're a perfectly normal couple, apart from the size difference. Our friends joke that it's basically a long distance relationship, from my six foot height all the way to your… less than a foot. But that's just what you've gotta deal with when you date someone from a completely different species: a fairy.

Ninety percent of our lives are totally normal. We both have jobs — me as a teacher, and you, perhaps, in some sort of admin role that lets you work via phone and/or computer. We each bring home a paycheck, we pay rent on an apartment that we share. It's a human-sized studio, so it feels plenty spacious to you and saves us a bit of cash. We talk about our day, hang out, watch movies, do chores (mostly me, though a bit of pixie dust certainly makes the cleaning easier) and generally have a swell, comfy, middle-class DINK lifestyle.

Our families found it a little weird at first — interspecies relationships were still fairly uncommon, especially between those of such different sizes — but after they saw how happy we made each other, they slowly stopped shaking their heads in disapproval. You're an adult in every way, after all. In photographs, you look just like any other twenty-something professional woman. People we met were always a little awkward at first, and sometimes you could tell there was something they wanted to ask, but held back on for fear of being rude.

I don't blame them, to be fair. How does one maintain a sex life with a girl who's barely the size of one's cock?

For starters, we're a lot more visual and verbal than your typical relationship. There's a lot of sexting and exchanging of pictures, especially when we're apart. Technology neatly scales images up and down to our respective phone screens, making this part just like anyone else. And you are gorgeous. A lot of humans give pixies barely more of a glance than your average pigeon, but I could look at you all day, especially when you wear those little Tinkerbell dresses (which, I was tickled to discover, are named after their most famous wearer in your culture too).

Whispered words of flirtation go a long way too. Our lazy evenings at home often start with you cuddled into the crook of my neck, slipping naughty murmurs directly into my ear, and end with us masturbating together, eyes glued to the other.

But sometimes that's not enough.

Sometimes all you want to do is sit on my face and ride my tongue, which basically becomes a thick, wet, hot instrument that grinds lovingly between your legs, coaxing your tiny pussy to explosive orgasms. Kisses are messy, but you enjoy the feeling of my tongue all across your tiny body, and I enjoy the little pecks I get in return, that seem to sparkle like glitter.

And even though we haven't a hope of ever fitting my cock inside you, on account of it being (twice your size/as big as you/half your size), but you're more than happy to wrap your little body around it and go to work. It's a novelty that never quite wears off, to have a boyfriend whose dick you struggle to fit your arms around. To feel it stir and twitch when you grind playfully in my lap, to fish it out with my help and feel its enormous, warm, veiny surface press against you. To put on a little show of stripping for me, watching it surge and throb as I get more excited, until it's hard and upright enough for you to sit on it and grind your greedy pussy against a shaft that will never fit inside it.

It's strangely addictive to feel you giving head, too. Even if you can't fit the bulging head of my dick into your mouth, you pepper it with kisses with such gusto that I can only gasp, feeling the heat of your body grinding against it. It's both fortunate and convenient that I've always been one to produce copious amounts of precum, so it's usually a slippery affair, made even more so when a deluge of cum bubbles over, raining down on you like your own personal bukkake. It's a good thing we both share that kink for spit and semen, huh…?

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I want to more or less leave it at that for now, since I don't intend to write out every single thing we get up to before it happens. I hope the vibe comes across, though. Lots of outercourse, lots of cum, lots of teasing, lots of kissing and grinding and stuff.

If you're into it, would also be willing to explore some slight loss of control: how do you wriggle when held in the hand of someone ten times your size? How does it feel to be pinned to the bed by a cock that's as big as you are? What's it like to be carried around inside my shirt/pants pocket/underwear? All 100% consensual, though.

Big and relevant limits: firstly, vore. While I'm happy for a lot of mouth/tongue play, I am not comfortable closing my mouth behind you. And secondly: grossness. I know the prompt sort of invites you to get up close and personal with various parts of my body, but I've got no interest in foisting dick cheese, smelly breath, sweaty balls etc upon you. I like to be hygienic, and you bet if my girlfriend was less than a foot tall I'd be even more particular about it.

Speaking of sizes, I wanted to leave the specifics of your character up to you. What size would you be most comfortable playing? It could impact what sort of activities we get up to. I'd also ask that you be very obviously an adult no matter the size, however — both physically and mentally. I don't mind if you're puckish and playful, but it's important to me that you're also a grown woman with her life together. bonus points for a thicker/curvy build, but now I'm really getting picky on an idea that's already super niche, oops

Kinks: costumes and clothing (oh my god, let me sew little outfits for you? That just came to me and it could be a prompt all its own), teasing, playfulness, sweetness, magic, toys (they make vibrators in your size now, y'know. Humans can't hear them buzzing, but they support Bluetooth…), cum and more cum. Generally I lean to the gentle and soft side, but if you want to be manhandled a little bit more we can discuss that too. Breeding might be… logistically challenging, but if you want to handwave some biology we could have some fun with it.

Limits (aside from the above): toilet, noncon, anal, serious pain/harm, sounding.

This wound up being a bit long. At the end of the day I'd just like a smutty sorta slice of life between these two crazy opposites. Or even if you just really like the idea of the size difference and wanna chat and brainstorm sex acts we could manage, lmao. Drop me a line, I'm happy either way.

One of the greatest mysteries in the modern world is why futanari women still retain a functioning vagina.

Well, it's not as if nature needs a reason to do things that don't make sense; the human body has always had plenty of redundancies, bad designs, and vestigial bits and bobs. But with the emergent mutation that became known as futanari in the late 20th century, it soon became apparent that the vast majority of them were genetically predisposed to use the seemingly superfluous penises they had been granted. The organs in question were connected to their bladders, they were the primary means of showing arousal, and generally speaking, their owners paid little mind to the rest of their ‘equipment.’ Futanari became legendary for their libidos, their sexual forwardness, their stamina and the volume of their ejaculations, four categories in which they comfortably outdid the male sex.

Now while futanari, like all other genders, came in a wide variety of sexualities, they were unique in that they mostly leaned dominant, and pretty much universally insisted upon being the penetrating partner. Whether their preference was for pretty girls, big tough men, slender femboys or anything else, it became a well known fact that they would only be satisfied by sliding their (statistically oversized) cocks into a hole of some description.

All of this to say that by the time you reached your twenties, you were starting to feel like a bit of a freak. Not only was it difficult to come to terms with being a futanari in the first place — while the phenomenon was well known, you were still less than 1% of the population, and support systems were threadbare in this country — but you struggled with the expectations placed upon you by porn and social media. The handful of people you had dated or experimented with all bent over eagerly for you when they found out what you were, and while it was an enjoyable experience, it was hardly what you'd call satisfying. It still felt like something was missing.

It wasn't like you could just ask someone to fuck you, no matter how much your pussy drooled eagerly at the thought. Men — other than a certain submissive sort — widely reviled futanari, carrying over twentieth-century phobias and ‘trans panic’ into a whole new era of discrimination and hate crimes. The one girlfriend to whom you had hesitantly mentioned the possibility of a strap-on had laughed in your face and called you a sad excuse for a futa. Dating other futanari was taboo. If you ever wanted to experiment with finding a way to quench this burning heat, you would need to find a unicorn.

And, well, you found him. This is that kind of roleplay, after all, not a pity party. Through one plot contrivance or another, you wound up crossing orbits with Ezra, a bookish gentle giant who listens without judgement, nods in understanding, then very seriously says that yes, he's always thought that it would be quite nice to fuck a futanari that way.

Could it be that easy?

Well, normally it wouldn't be. But lucky you, finding the one man in town who's into the idea. And lucky him, finding possibly the one futanari on the planet who wouldn't punch him in the teeth for suggesting it.

So that's how you find yourself here, straddling Ezra’s lap, half-naked and panting for breath as the two of you kiss hungrily. His hands rove all over you, big and strong and possessive in a way no man has ever dared to be before. You melt under his touch, shuddering with elation as he explores your body.

“S-sorry,” you gasp shamefully through the kiss, your lips linked to his by a thread of saliva. “I'm getting hard, but… but it doesn't mean anything!”

He smiles gently. “It means you're looking forward to this. Don't worry. Can I touch it?”

You pause, hesitant. You've been down this path before. Your cock’s not meant to be the focus tonight. But it is achingly hard, just as flushed with arousal as your leaking slit. “I…”

He senses your hesitation, grasping your hand and squeezing gently. “It's okay. It's a part of you, and it wants some attention. That's all. Yeah?”

“Y-yeah…” you breathe, feeling your heart leap into your throat.

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Fifteen agonising minutes (that you wouldn't trade for the world) later, you finally slide down onto his cock, and your vision explodes into stars. It's a brand new sensation, but your soaking wet pussy wraps eagerly around his shaft and sucks it deep, taking him to the hilt. “Ohhhhhhfuck, I'm gonna—something is—!”

To your surprise, it's your cock that erupts as your words give way to a frightened wail, the gentle touch of his large hand wrapped around the shaft coaxing a massive, unstoppable load from the tip. Spattering everywhere, it fills the narrow space between your bodies, leaving his chest and yours dripping with rivulets of hot, sticky semen. “F-fuck, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Ungh!” you babble, barely able to form sentences as jet after jet of cum keeps shooting out. Your eyes fill with tears as his throbbing cock sets off the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced, leaving your breath ragged and your chest heaving. “Oh god, I've… shit, I'm sorry, I didn't think…”

“It's okay.” Ezra’s voice is low and steady, immediately reassuring as he plants a fond kiss on your forehead. “Go on, let it all out.” With gentle, practiced hands, he strokes your shuddering cock even as his own remains wedged deep inside you, coaxing every last bubbling drop out of your glans.

“I… fuck,” you gasp, the strange sensations in your body warring with each other. His cock feels like an invader, unfamiliar and intrusive, but… you think you like it. As the pressure in your cock abates (though his slow, teasing handjob doesn't help), you feel a new, unfamiliar heat blooming deeper inside you, further back.

For possibly the first time in your life, you feel like a woman.

“I… I made a mess,” you whimper sheepishly, looking Ezra up and down. There's cum all the way from his chin to his belly button, and a few loose specks made it as far as his cheeks.

“I figured that would happen,” he says calmly. “It's okay.”

“No, but it was meant to be different! This stupid cock wasn't meant to be the main event for once!” you grumble, frustration taking over as you catch your breath.

To your surprise, Ezra smiles. Looping his arms around your shoulders, he pulls you into a sticky embrace, his hand running through your hair as you feel your body melt into his. He murmurs in your ear, his voice low and reassuring. “Does it feel like the show is over?”

You swallow nervously as you feel his cock twitch inside you. It's thick and gently curved, seeming to have been carved specifically to stretch and fill you in just the right way. “N-no, it doesn't,” you admit. “But I still feel bad! This isn't what you signed up for.”

His lips press against your cheek as he squeezes you again. “This is exactly what I signed up for. You can cum whenever you want, as much as you want.”

A faint glimmer of excitement flickers beneath the blanket of guilt. “Really? You're okay with it?”

“Can't you feel how hard I am?”

You swallow nervously. It's true, now that you've had a second to calm down and focus on what's happening. His cock bulges hungrily inside you, filling your long-neglected pussy to the brim and pulsing with fierce arousal.

“I'm… probably going to cum again,” you admit sheepishly. “Before this is over, I mean. Maybe more than once.”

“I'm counting on it.”

“O-oh.”

“I want to see if I can make you cum from both sides at once.”

“...Oh.”

“Would you like that?”

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I gotta stop writing these long-ass prompts, man, but I feel like I'm not getting the vibe across properly if I don't include a chunk of a scene as well as the background.

Long (very long) story short, I love futanari but I've got no interest in either giving or receiving anal. So while I'm willing to do most anything else — I am not cock shy and will gladly kiss, lick, blow, deepthroat, stroke, frot, 69, etc — that's the one hard line that usually keeps me from RPing it. I also lean dominant, so the sort of partner I'm looking for is someone who likes the idea of having a dick, but more as a tool to be teased and overstimulated with than to use for its ‘intended purpose.’

I yadda yadda'd over the details of how we meet and wind up getting together/hooking up, mostly because that could be interesting to come up with together. Maybe you try dating as a girl and then hope you can spring the cock surprise on someone without getting rejected (risky), maybe you make an anonymous post on Craigslist (arguably more so), or maybe we just happen to wind up having a frank conversation about your condition and preferences somehow.

I have written a lot here, but for actual roleplay I much prefer a paragraph or two at a time. I like to keep the action moving, and nothing slows that down like stopping to write seven paragraphs of navel-gazing reflection on how good the sex feels for every seven seconds of action.

Alternatively, if you just like the ideas presented here, I am always down to just talk about them. I borrowed this from another user I can't remember: if you just want to talk, put the keyword ‘natter’ in your first message and we can chat away without the pressure of setting up a whole roleplay!

Kinks and limits are mostly implied above, but I'm also into excessive cum, premature ejaculation (you), simultaneous orgasms, explosive orgasms and slow lazy ones alike, gentle domination, foreplay and aftercare, kissing, grinding, teasing, clothing play and hold the moan. I'm not into noncon, pain, bathroom, furry or excessive meanness.

One of the greatest mysteries in the modern world is why futanari women still retain a functioning vagina.

Well, it's not as if nature needs a *reason* to do things that don't make sense; the human body has always had plenty of redundancies, bad designs, and vestigial bits and bobs. But with the emergent mutation that became known as futanari in the late 20th century, it soon became apparent that the vast majority of them were genetically predisposed to use the seemingly superfluous penises they had been granted. The organs in question were connected to their bladders, they were the primary means of showing arousal, and generally speaking, their owners paid little mind to the rest of their ‘equipment.’ Futanari became legendary for their libidos, their sexual forwardness, their stamina and the volume of their ejaculations, four categories in which they comfortably outdid the male sex.

Now while futanari, like all other genders, came in a wide variety of sexualities, they were unique in that they mostly leaned dominant, and pretty much universally insisted upon being the penetrating partner. Whether their preference was for pretty girls, big tough men, slender femboys or anything else, it became a well known fact that they would only be satisfied by sliding their (statistically oversized) cocks into a hole of some description.

All of this to say that by the time you reached your twenties, you were starting to feel like a bit of a freak. Not only was it difficult to come to terms with *being* a futanari in the first place — while the phenomenon was well known, you were still less than 1% of the population, and support systems were threadbare in this country — but you struggled with the expectations placed upon you by porn and social media. The handful of people you had dated or experimented with all bent over eagerly for you when they found out what you were, and while it was an *enjoyable* experience, it was hardly what you'd call satisfying. It still felt like something was missing.

It wasn't like you could just ask someone to fuck you, no matter how much your pussy drooled eagerly at the thought. Men — other than a certain submissive sort — widely reviled futanari, carrying over twentieth-century phobias and ‘trans panic’ into a whole new era of discrimination and hate crimes. The one girlfriend to whom you had hesitantly mentioned the possibility of a strap-on had laughed in your face and called you a sad excuse for a futa. Dating other futanari was taboo. If you ever wanted to experiment with finding a way to quench this burning heat, you would need to find a unicorn.

And, well, you found him. This is that kind of roleplay, after all, not a pity party. Through one plot contrivance or another, you wound up crossing orbits with Ezra, a bookish gentle giant who listens without judgement, nods in understanding, then very seriously says that yes, he's always thought that it would be quite nice to fuck a futanari that way.

Could it be that easy?

Well, normally it wouldn't be. But lucky you, finding the one man in town who's into the idea. And lucky him, finding possibly the one futanari on the planet who wouldn't punch him in the teeth for suggesting it.

So that's how you find yourself here, straddling Ezra’s lap, half-naked and panting for breath as the two of you kiss hungrily. His hands rove all over you, big and strong and possessive in a way no man has ever dared to be before. You melt under his touch, shuddering with elation as he explores your body.

“S-sorry,” you gasp shamefully through the kiss, your lips linked to his by a thread of saliva. “I'm getting hard, but… but it doesn't mean anything!”

He smiles gently. “It means you're looking forward to this. Don't worry. Can I touch it?”

You pause, hesitant. You've been down this path before. Your cock’s not meant to be the focus tonight. But it is *achingly* hard, just as flushed with arousal as your leaking slit. “I…”

He senses your hesitation, grasping your hand and squeezing gently. “It's okay. It's a part of you, and it wants some attention. That's all. Yeah?”

“Y-yeah…” you breathe, feeling your heart leap into your throat.

***

Fifteen agonising minutes (that you wouldn't trade for the world) later, you finally slide down onto his cock, and your vision explodes into stars. It's a brand new sensation, but your soaking wet pussy wraps eagerly around his shaft and sucks it deep, taking him to the hilt. “Ohhhhhhfuck, I'm gonna—something is—!”

To your surprise, it's your cock that erupts as your words give way to a frightened wail, the gentle touch of his large hand wrapped around the shaft coaxing a massive, unstoppable load from the tip. Spattering everywhere, it fills the narrow space between your bodies, leaving his chest and yours dripping with rivulets of hot, sticky semen. “F-fuck, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Ungh!” you babble, barely able to form sentences as jet after jet of cum keeps shooting out. Your eyes fill with tears as his throbbing cock sets off the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced, leaving your breath ragged and your chest heaving. “Oh god, I've… shit, I'm sorry, I didn't think…”

“It's okay.” Ezra’s voice is low and steady, immediately reassuring as he plants a fond kiss on your forehead. “Go on, let it all out.” With gentle, practiced hands, he strokes your shuddering cock even as his own remains wedged deep inside you, coaxing every last bubbling drop out of your glans.

“I… fuck,” you gasp, the strange sensations in your body warring with each other. His cock feels like an invader, unfamiliar and intrusive, but… you think you like it. As the pressure in your cock abates (though his slow, teasing handjob doesn't help), you feel a new, unfamiliar heat blooming deeper inside you, further back.

For possibly the first time in your life, you feel like a woman.

“I… I made a mess,” you whimper sheepishly, looking Ezra up and down. There's cum all the way from his chin to his belly button, and a few loose specks made it as far as his cheeks.

“I figured that would happen,” he says calmly. “It's okay.”

“No, but it was meant to be different! This stupid cock wasn't meant to be the main event for once!” you grumble, frustration taking over as you catch your breath.

To your surprise, Ezra smiles. Looping his arms around your shoulders, he pulls you into a sticky embrace, his hand running through your hair as you feel your body melt into his. He murmurs in your ear, his voice low and reassuring. “Does it feel like the show is over?”

You swallow nervously as you feel his cock twitch inside you. It's thick and gently curved, seeming to have been carved specifically to stretch and fill you in just the right way. “N-no, it doesn't,” you admit. “But I still feel bad! This isn't what you signed up for.”

His lips press against your cheek as he squeezes you again. “This is *exactly* what I signed up for. You can cum whenever you want, as much as you want.”

A faint glimmer of excitement flickers beneath the blanket of guilt. “Really? You're okay with it?”

“Can't you feel how hard I am?”

You swallow nervously. It's true, now that you've had a second to calm down and focus on what's happening. His cock bulges hungrily inside you, filling your long-neglected pussy to the brim and pulsing with fierce arousal.

“I'm… probably going to cum again,” you admit sheepishly. “Before this is over, I mean. Maybe more than once.”

“I'm counting on it.”

“O-oh.”

“I want to see if I can make you cum from both sides at once.”

“*...Oh.*”

“Would you like that?”

***

I gotta stop writing these long-ass prompts, man, but I feel like I'm not getting the vibe across properly if I don't include a chunk of a scene as well as the background.

Long (very long) story short, I love futanari but I've got no interest in either giving or receiving anal. So while I'm willing to do most anything else — I am *not* cock shy and will gladly kiss, lick, blow, deepthroat, stroke, frot, 69, etc — that's the one hard line that usually keeps me from RPing it. I also lean dominant, so the sort of partner I'm looking for is someone who likes the idea of having a dick, but more as a tool to be teased and overstimulated with than to use for its ‘intended purpose.’

I yadda yadda'd over the details of how we meet and wind up getting together/hooking up, mostly because that could be interesting to come up with together. Maybe you try dating as a girl and then hope you can spring the cock surprise on someone without getting rejected (risky), maybe you make an anonymous post on Craigslist (arguably more so), or maybe we just happen to wind up having a frank conversation about your condition and preferences somehow.

I have written a lot here, but for actual roleplay I much prefer a paragraph or two at a time. I like to keep the action moving, and nothing slows that down like stopping to write seven paragraphs of navel-gazing reflection on how good the sex feels for every seven seconds of action.

Alternatively, if you just like the ideas presented here, I am always down to just talk about them. I borrowed this from another user I can't remember: if you just want to talk, put the keyword ‘natter’ in your first message and we can chat away without the pressure of setting up a whole roleplay!

Kinks and limits are mostly implied above, but I'm also into excessive cum, premature ejaculation (you), simultaneous orgasms, explosive orgasms and slow lazy ones alike, gentle domination, foreplay and aftercare, kissing, grinding, teasing, clothing play and hold the moan. I'm **not** into noncon, pain, bathroom, furry or excessive meanness.