Chapter 5

So after I dumped the responsibility of making dinner onto Claire, me and Horace went in the bedroom for a talk. Is it just me, or Horace's perky breasts are looking even more juicy today? I know I hate this bitch, but still, damn, she looked insanely hot, and with that perfume that puts even Claire's to shame, it was surprising that she was still single. We arrived in the bedroom, and Horace offered me to take a seat. I decided against that.

So she sat on our bed and asked me. "Mr. Bryon, why do you hate me?" and I just looked at her concerned expression. Was I that obvious? Ok, this makes me feel bad as well, but I just told Horace, "Horace, you came to my house on a random night; my wife kicked me out of my own bedroom because of you, and I haven't had sex with her in ages, and I was planning it yesterday. It might not be completely your fault, but gosh, I hate you."

She listened to me complain, completely dumbfounded. I saw it on her face, but I still continued, "Horace, who cares if I hate you or not? I don't know why you are even here. Shouldn't you be in the shelter by now?"

And Horace faced me with intense eyes. She stood back up from the bed and dropped the bombshell. "Bryon, I am not going back to the shelter; from now on, I will live in your house. We can discuss the rent and other things later."

I was still processing what she said, and while this was certainly something I would never consider in a million years, suddenly she turned away from me, and I saw her hands pulling down something. It was her pants. She was pulling her pants. WTF!

I shouted, "What the hell are-" and silence. There was something well endowed between her legs. Was that a dick? No, that can't be possible. Horace was a woman; how is this possible? I kept staring at it and minutes felt like hours.

"You have been staring at it for quite a while; you like it that much, Bryon?" Horace asked me calmly, and I responded with my finger pointing it, like a child, "What the fuck is that? How do you have a dickey? That is just a strap-on, right?" My voice was high pitched because I was so surprised. Surprisingly, her perfume became even stronger; was it just her dick that smelled so great?

There were a lot of questions in my mind; however, the biggest by far was still, How the hell does she have a dick?

She came near me and seductively whispered in my ear, "Bryon, I am a futanari; we have both male and female genitalia. While you are off limits to my female one, we can talk about the male one." and this turned me on. This woman, who I hate with all my energy, may even be lying to you, mind it, but I am bisexual anyways, so who cares?

I asked her, "So are you fucking Claire as well?" and she just nodded her head; now I understand Claire's attitude in better detail. It just made sense.