Futanarium 1: An Erotic Short Story Bundle (10 page)

The smooth, wet friction from her repeated thrusts into Nina’s mouth was still a foreign feeling. While it was satisfying, she was finding that as much as she enjoyed the physical feelings, the sensation of being enclosed, then free, then enclosed, she enjoyed the mental aspect much more. The relinquishing of control from Nina, what her kneeling service meant, the surrender, it all whipped up the burning arousal and pushed Rika towards a fast, violent orgasm. She knew that at any moment Nick could be done, could come walking out the door and if he was to find them, he may as well find his girlfriend swallowing cum.

She moved one hand up, pressing it against her lower stomach, pushing forward heavily against Nina’s face. Her breathing was heavy through parted lips, fighting as she was to keep the volume down. She knew it would not be long now, with Nina’s insistent, coaxing tongue pulling her closer and closer to the edge. And then, she went over it.

Still struggling to keep quiet, Rika held her breath repeatedly, just for a short moment, echoing the hard contractions in her lower body as a relieving, roaring orgasm rippled through her. She pumped copious amounts of sperm which Nina accepted. There was no need for control, in that moment, the girl raising her hand to stroke Rika’s shaft as she shook and powerful loads splattered into Nina’s mouth.

She could see that Nina was about to swallow and swiftly held her finger up. The kneeling girl stopped, angling her head a little. It was the best question mark she could form in her position. Rika ran her finger over her lips, her eyes focused down on her obedient little girl as she did. The meaning translated perfectly.

Nina pushed her tongue out slowly, running it messily over her lips to smear a thick mix of seed and drool over them. A real welcome-home kiss for sure. Rika took a light grasp of the girl’s chin with thumb and index finger, letting the grip slide off in a gentle, possessive caress.

They were not done yet, though. The water was still running, though surely it would not continue much longer. It almost hung in the air, Rika felt. The end of their little escapade. Still, she had one thing left to do, one bit of punctuation to set. With the help of her hand in the girl’s hair, she maneuvered her slightly down, and closer. The intention was clear enough.

Rika let out a wet, pleased burst of air as she felt Nina’s lips press against the soft skin of her depleted balls. The dot over the i, the last element of Nick’s welcome. If things developed into more than a peck between him and Nina, she’d still be in there. She closed her eyes as she felt Nina’s tongue flatten, the girl working to fit as much as she could into her maw.

“
Stay,” she said, Rika lifting her free hand, showing her palm. It was almost like commanding an animal, only this was far more delicious, far more intoxicating. To have someone else obey her commands, especially when the subject was her body, was something else entirely. She had started to appreciate another side of sexuality a few days ago, but it did not consciously dawn on her until the moment that Nina obeyed.

Rika smiled down at the girl, even going so far as to pat her ball-bulging cheek gently. “We’ll stay like this... Until he’s done.” Nina replied with a light nod, curling her tongue as best she could with her mouth overstuffed.

They only stole another few more minutes of infidelity though. Nick turned the water off again, and the light thumps of footsteps signaled that their time was over. Rika withdrew her hands and rearranged her underwear and skirt as Nina rose to her feet. They were both flushed with excitement, but knew that they may not even have time for an embrace.

Rika lifted her hand, running it over Nina’s cheek. The girl gripped it tightly for just a second, then let her lover go. Then, it struck Rika. The image of Nina’s wallet came back. They lived in the same city.

“Vienna, two weeks from now. Noon, in front of town hall. I’ll see you there,” she said, her voice quiet. She managed to see Nina’s eyes alight with passion, her lower lip caught between her teeth, before slipping out and closing the door. She listened at the door, for a moment, ear glued to the surface.

There was the sound of another door opening, of low conversation, and then the telltale smack of an overdone peck, then barely audible, the low moans of more passionate kissing. She walked back to her room with a self-satisfied, crooked smile on her lips the entire way and got absolutely no work done the rest of the day.

By evening, it was time to pack. Her brief stay was planned to end, but she went home more refreshed than she ever could have hoped for. The year of being a guinea pig was firmly behind her she felt, and there was an entirely new world out there to explore. And best of all, she had someone to do it with.

She wanted to think of the ancient stone arch over her head as something symbolic, something to represent that she was not only leaving her old life behind, but entering a new and brighter future. The truth was that, while the gate was impressive, the masonry was aged. Even a farm girl could clearly see the stone was past its prime, mortar crumbling, with moss gradually encroaching.

“C’mon, move your ass!”

Someone from behind angrily brushed past her, ramming a hard shoulder into her back in the process. She stumbled forward gracelessly, spitting a weak “Fuck you!” after the perpetrator. The bustle at the gate was enough that she had no real idea who had even hit her, and the guards made her feel relatively secure in her outburst.

Mylene Quinn inhaled expectantly, guided her slender hands into the shallow pockets of her well-worn dirt-brown pants, and set off past the Farstream city gates with lazy steps. She noted the eyes of more than one of the obviously bored guards on her backside, even as modest as it looked in her utilitarian and rough outfit. She ducked her head, mumbled another quiet, insincere curse under her breath about pigs and padded onwards, down the grimy cobbled road, into the city. She was soon swallowed up between worn-down houses, disappearing into the well-oiled machinery of bars and taverns that form the underlying support of any larger urban area.

When she had taken everything her family owned, everything that could be carried, and left in the middle of the night, she had imagined that she would come to the city and somehow make it. Find a living, find excitement and most of all, her own life. It soon turned out that baling hay and plowing fields were far from useful skills in a city, leaving her with little opportunity. Even the taverns and bars seemed to have no room for a foreign girl amongst their waitress staff.

A week passed, days spent on wandering the muddy and often disarrayed streets of Farstream. The few riches she had been able to plunder from her family’s farm soon proved inadequate, causing frustration to rise as the amount of coins in her pouch dwindled.

Most people remained uninterested in befriending her, in fact, all she had had so far were ill-hidden advances, mostly from drunkards. The initial polite letdowns were soon replaced with colder and colder rebuttals, until she eventually just learned to say “No.” in a decisive enough tone that most of them never even got further than a few words into their horrible, clearly planned speeches.

Thankfully, the advances lessened considerably as her appearance began to reflect her standard of living. An eighteen year old girl from the farms, stuck in loose, patchy clothes. The dirt-brown pants were beginning to fray at the bottom, and were almost more made of patches than the original leather. Of course, the fact that they seemed to have been passed down from her oldest brothers through to her for more than a decade did not do her any justice either.

Her yellowish-white hemp shirt did little to enhance her image, having been her father’s once, a long, long time ago. The elbows were patched, and several spills had never quite come out.

With a sigh, Mylene attempted to brush something, anything off her shirt as she neared the counter of the inn she was staying in. She was out of money, in fact, she had been for two days. She had had no baths of any kind, leaving what was visible of her perky, youthful form smeared with dirt in places. After a brief fight with a ruffian, she had ended up in a pile on the ground, thus making sure that even her face was stained by dried mud and dirt.

Beneath it all, there had once been a girl of promising beauty. Wavy dark brown locks of hair would have framed a youthful face with healthy round cheeks and pale blueish-grey eyes and a smile accompanied by slight dimples. Now, the image of the youngest Quinn girl was quite simple: Urchin.

A brief conversation with the innkeeper quickly turned unpleasant, and left her in the hands of a bouncer who spared no comfort for her, chucking her out in the street almost face-first. It was then that the young girl saw Anita for the first time. A woman not much older than Mylene, but obviously one far more in control of herself and her life than the dirty youngster sprawled on the cobblestones.

“
Heard y’need a job, shorty,” said Anita matter-of-factly.

Mylene quickly managed to compose herself, putting arms and legs against the ground, pushing herself up as she sized up her would-be savior. “Yeah, I do. Whatcha got?”

Anita looked somehow both out of place and completely at home here, in the middle of the poor quarters of town. Black, solid, almost soldierly boots clung loosely to her feet and lower legs, the necks covered up by pants made of almost midnight-black hemp. A smooth leather belt with a barely dented, square metal buckle peeked out under the hem of a black, long-armed shirt that was left open enough to show some cleavage. The woman had short black eyes and hair, cut just above her chin, and the face of a sultry killer.

She gave Mylene another brief look neglecting to answer the question with anything more than waving for the girl to accompany her. They were an uneven pair, one taking long, quick strides, the other having to pad along at a near-run. “What’s your name, shorty?”

“Mylene Quinn,” said Mylene, already panting slightly as she hurried along.

“
Think we’re gonna stick with shorty, Mylene Quinn. Y’can call me Anita,” said Anita, again in a matter-of-fact tone, one that left her young companion with a tinge of anger mixed into her feeling of budding hope. She continued scurrying along next to the determined black-clad woman, following as they turned a corner and suddenly found themselves in an abandoned, darkened alleyway.

Mylene slowed over the course of ten steps, putting her hands at her sides as she half-yelled at Anita’s back. “Hey, where are we going? I don’t have anything to rob, in case you’re blind or something.”

With a brief roll of her eyes, the black-haired woman turned, sending an annoyed look to the rascal behind her. “I’m SO glad you told me, shorty. Why, with your majestic appearance here I was, thinkin’ you carried around a couple gold bars at LEAST,” hissed Anita, her tone practically dripping with sarcasm.

“
Hey, fuck you! You’re the one taking me into an alley without any explanation,” Mylene shouted back, stepping up to her opponent, seething for a moment. Her eyebrows shot upwards as the woman in front of her changed behavior in a heartbeat. Her eyes took on some joyous warmth as she placed a black-gloved index finger against Mylene’s pale red lips.

“
Listen, shorty. I got a job for you, but did y’think I wouldn’t want anything in return? C’mon now,” she whispered playfully, lifting her finger to bop against the girl’s dirtied forehead briefly.

Mylene was taken aback briefly, then looked up at Anita skeptically. Her tone was more anxious than she realized as she took up a defiant stance. “So, what job is it? And what am I supposed to help you with?”

“The job’s really just a servant position, lowest rung of the ladder. I run a… -Business- with some other folks. About the helping me, c’mon here,” said the taller woman, leading both of them into a side-alley, piled with discarded, ruined furniture and even old rags.

“
See, I figure you’ve got just about no coin to pay me with,” said Anita, pausing for a moment to let Mylene get off a sour nod. “So, you’ll pay with what you DO have. Go over there,” Anita motioned with her head to a reasonably clear bit of ground, the continued. “…And take your pants off.”

“
-What- now? Fuck you,” spat Mylene in disbelief, glaring in anger-mixed disgust at the woman standing in front of her with arms crossed over her well-proportioned chest.

“
In a manner of speakin’, yeah. Now shut up and get over there, it’s not like you’ve got better things offered up anyway, so either stop whining or fuck off,” said Anita, once again nodding her head towards the same square of cleared ground. The two women were at a brief standoff, unfeeling, calm black eyes crossing the fiery glare of pale blue orbs. With a mumbled “Fuck this,” the dirty girl made her way deeper into the alley, removing the fraying rope acting as her belt. It turned out that the rope was all that held up her patched, dirt-brown pants.

Remaining with her arms crossed over her chest, Anita drummed her fingers against her elbow in faux impatience, squeezing her lips together as she observed Mylene’s pants drop to the ground. She was certainly not a big girl, but the healthy diet of her life up until recently ensured that she remained safe from being unhealthily thin. Both her thighs and her calves were vaguely defined, enough to enhance her youthful appearance into something almost enticing, even with her muddy appearance.

“Make your ass useful and sit on it, will ya?” said Anita, casually stepping over to the girl as she unceremoniously dumped down on the ground. The black-haired woman leaned down, placing a gloved hand against the girl’s slender shoulder, pushing her backwards far enough that she eventually got the hint, lying on her back. Everything about Mylene exuded annoyance, disgust and anxiousness, but she did nothing to hinder the woman over her. Her options were pretty much exhausted. If she had to get a little dirty to get started in Farstream, so what?