The Aphrodite Sisterhood Collection 1 (12 Futa Stories-Massive Bundle!)(Futa-on-Female, Hot Wife, Menage, Cheating, Bride, Erotia) (17 page)

“How about me?” purred a voice.

The blonde was standing naked at the doorway, her tits large, her body curvy, and a hard cock thrusting out from her golden curls.

Futanari Coeds 3

by

Reed James

I strode out of the first floor lounge of the college dorms I lived in, leaving my girlfriend Vivian to fuck Ashley, trying to keep my hurt from overwhelming me. I was still angry at Vivian for cheating on me with Britney, my college roommate. I had caught them fucking in my bed only an hour ago.

A tear trickled down my cheek.

And now Vivian was acting so strange. She was like a slave to the cock that sprouts from her clitoris, and my friend Ashley seemed unable to resist Vivian's advances, blowing my girlfriend in the middle of our dorm's lounge just a minute ago. It had to be another side-effect of the spell Vivian had cast. A few weeks ago, she had cast a beauty enhancement spell, only it enhanced more than her beauty—it gave her a clitoris that sprouted into a cock. And I was suspecting it made women unable to resist her advances.

“That's why I couldn't resist her,” I realized, blushing as I remembered the first time I had made love to Vivian.

I had been so confused two weeks ago when I had kissed Vivian in her room. I had been crying on her shoulder—Vivian was the floor monitor, the older girl that mentored the new Freshman—hurt by the guy I had let seduce me the night before, only to have him kick me out of his bed once we were finished. I was a good, Christian girl and had let myself think he loved me, so I spread my legs for him. As I was sobbing my pain out on Vivian's shoulder, a sudden lust burned inside me and I just had to kiss her.

I hadn't understood why I had kissed her at the time. I was a good Southern Baptist and certainly not gay. Yet I couldn't pull my lips away. I had actually been relieved when I discovered she had a cock. Part of her was a guy, which meant I wasn't fully gay, even if I did sometimes lick Vivian's tasty pussy or suck her dusky nipples.

I pressed my thighs together as memories of our lovemaking flooded my mind. How quickly I had fallen in love with her. It just seemed so right when she was inside me, our breasts rubbing together, her honey-brown hair falling about our faces as we made love.

Vivian must have cast another spell this afternoon. She had forgotten all about me, erasing the pain and guilt she had felt for cheating on me, and now she seemed out of control, unable to resist the impulses of her cock. Before she had forgotten me, Vivian had loved me and didn't want to hurt me, so she had resisted her power to fuck any woman she wanted.

I never realized just the temptations she had given up for me. She loved me so much that she fought against it. So I was going to break this memory spell and save my girlfriend from herself.

I reached my dorm, pulling out my keys and unlocking the door. Britney, my roommate, flinched, sitting cross legged on her bed, clutching her pillow to her lap. The tramp was at least dressed and not wrapped in my sheets.

“I seduced Vivian!” she blurted out. “Don't be mad at her, Shelley. I'm the cunt.”

“It's fine,” I muttered. Britney really wasn't to blame—it was all the spell's fault. It wasn't even Vivian's fault. Not really. I walked to my desk, ripping open the drawer and began digging through the large assortment of pencils, pens, and markers.

“I'm really sorry,” she continued. “I just...”

“Couldn't help yourself?”

“Yeah. I was...obsessed with her.”

“It's her cock.” I found the key, slamming the drawer closed. “It makes women desire her.”

“Oh,” Britney blinked, blushing. “Oh, wow.”

“I need to go.” I paused at the door. “I forgive you, Britney.”

A sob escaped her lips. “Thank you.”

With Vivian's spare dorm key in hand, I rushed down the hallway to her room and let myself in. It was the same size as my dorm, but it seemed larger with only one bed and desk in it. As the floor monitor, Vivian didn't have to share her room. Everything was put in it's proper place, as usual, except for one item strewn carelessly on her floor.

The grimoire.

It was open to a page in the middle. I sat down, peering at the page. It was written in Koine Greek, but I had learned that the dead language at the private, Christian school my parents had sent me to in lieu of Public School, and I translated the page in my head as I read. It was a spell to mend a broken heart and take away the pain of loss. Only a Disciple of Aphrodite, a woman that had cast the beauty spell, could break it.

A chill flooded through my veins and a heat flushed my skin. I would have to swear to a pagan god to break the spell.

I would have to get my own cock to have my lover back.

My clitoris ached, my pussy itched, my nipples hardened. I pictured a fleshy shaft rising out of my blonde bush, thick and throbbing, Vivian's hand wrapped around it, stroking me. Ashley's mouth engulfing me and sucking hard. Britney's pussy encasing my girth as I fucked her.

Sweat broke out on my forehead.

I could always pray for forgiveness later. Right?

I flipped to the first spell, my heart hammering. Was Vivian worth the sins I was about to commit?

Yes
, beat my heart.

I chanted in Greek: “Oh, great Goddess! Light of womanhood, the most beautiful, perfect being in all creation, I come before you desiring to join your Sisterhood. I fervently wish for your divine gift and ask that you judge me worthy and choose me to be your disciple! Grant me admittance into your sacred sisterhood, Goddess of Love and Beauty!”

Energy filled the room. The hairs on my arms stood up. Something profound entered, a presence far greater than myself. The air rippled and shimmered, dancing like heat on a sweltering day, shaping into the form of a lush woman.

Love surrounded me.

A protrusion grew from the distortion, a shaft long and thick, rippling with heat—the Goddess's cock. It was time to show my obeisance and worship. I leaned forward, opening my mouth; the rippling dick was hot and thick as it entered me, my tongue swirling around the tip as I sucked, showing the Goddess my devotion.

Salty energy flooded my mouth. Warm electricity surged through me, igniting every nerve in my body. Then it gathered, electrifying my clitoris. My pants grew tight and uncomfortable as pleasure built and built, then rushed out of me in powerful pulses, my body twitching in time with the jets of rapture.

I collapsed, shuddering, my jeans and panties sticky, and the tightness in my crotch had vanished. Languish bliss filled me and I wanted to sleep, a smile on my face as the pleasure slowly faded. My eyes closed and—

No! I couldn't just lie here. I had to break Vivian's spell. I wanted my lover back!

I sat up; a salty-bleach scent filled my nose. My crotch was damp with my cum, a large, wet spot slowly spreading, darkening the blue of my jeans. I felt like I had been fucked and just pulled up my jeans and panties without cleaning the sticky spunk out of my pussy.

That didn't matter. I needed a plan. According to the grimoire, Vivian would resist the counterspell—true love's kiss. I would have to bait her into it somehow, and I had no idea how. Well, nothing to do about that but find her and try to make something happen before Vivian gets too carried away with her power. Like my momma always said, you can't succeed if you don't try, you can only fail.

I walked downstairs to the lounge. I was not prepared for what I witnessed.

The lounge was full of naked coeds kissing, licking, sucking, grinding, and moaning. A lesbian orgy had broken out, and my girlfriend was at the center of it, pumping her cock in and out of Monique's Black ass. They were all so beautiful and different. A garden of perverse delights my innocent upbringing had never prepared me to see.

It was the most stupendous sight I had ever witnessed.

My crotch grew tight; my clitoris had blossomed into a full cock, straining against the confines of my jeans. The air was filled with the aroma of hot pussy, sweat, and a mix of perfumes, shampoos, and body washes that made my cock throb. Sighs and moans filled the air, a sweet symphony of feminine passion.

My new dick wanted to fuck them all. It was almost overwhelming me with desire, begging me to go out there and stick her into every one of their hungry mouths, juicy cunts, and tight assholes. Oh, Lord, no wonder Vivian had cheated on me. I have no idea how she resisted this urge for as long as she had. She must have really loved me to have fought this urge and tried to stay faithful to me.

“I forgive you,” I whispered, the last betrayal and anger fading from my heart.

And then a plan began to form in my mind, and I was surprised by its depravity.

I stripped naked, freeing my large, heavy breasts, then dropped my jeans. My white panties were a sticky mess, and my blonde bush was coated in my drying cum. My cock thrust out before me, a gorgeous shaft, pink and throbbing, a bead of clear precum glistening at the tip. I grabbed it, sliding my hand up the length; pleasure surged through me and a gasp escaped my lips.

“Which one of you lovely ladies should I fuck next?” Vivian purred, sitting on the chair like a queen on her throne. All the women stopped their licking and fingering to look at her with hope. Time to act.

“How about me?” I declared as I stood at the entrance. Vivian's eyes flashed to me and I strode into the orgy, my cock swinging in front of me.

A puzzled expression crossed my girlfriend's face, and she muttered, “You can't hurt me anymore.”

“I'm not here to hurt you,” I declared, amazed at how calm my voice sounded. I sure didn't feel calm; my insides were knotted into the most complicated pretzel ever. My plan just had to work.

“Then what do you want?”

“To play a game.” I stopped in the middle, above my naked roommate who eyed my cock with undisguised lust.

“What sort of game?” Interest burned in Vivian's eyes.

“A naughty one.” My cock lapped up the attention of Britney and all the other women in the lounge, giving me one heck of a boost to my confidence. “We each fuck one woman and whomever makes their partner cum first, wins.”

Vivian tapped her chin. “That sounds almost fun. But what about all the others? Why leave them out.”

“Two?” I suggested.

“Five!”

My cock twitched at the thought. Five pussies to fuck. It was so wrong, such a sin, but my dick begged to let me do it. How could I say no to this throbbing appendage itching to experience life? “Fine. If I win, you have to give me the most passionate kiss you've ever given.”

“That's it?” Vivian laughed. “Okay. But if I win, you have to be my slave and call me your queen.”

My heart quavered. How degrading. A sudden burst of doubt flooded me. I had never used my cock before, had no idea how to really fuck a woman. I was going to lose. Britney's eyes were fixed on my cock, and the lust burning in them drove back my doubt. I was going to get my lover back no matter what. “Agreed!”

“Choose your first girl,” Vivian grinned, her cock rising up hard like a pink mast.

Feeling more than a little creepy, I leered at the naked coeds like a starving man at the buffet line, wondering which of my dorm mates I should eat—my dick throbbed with excitement. Which one of these beautiful, willing women did I want to fuck? I looked around. They were all so beautiful. It was almost an impossible choice. My gaze fell on my roommate's brown eyes. I admired her black hair stuck to her sweaty forehead and her round breasts heaving with passion.

“Britney.”

“Thank you, Shelley,” my roommate whispered, rubbing her cheek against my leg.

“Hmm, Jane,” Vivian called, and a brunette with small tits walked over to her chair.

I cast about and my eyes fell on Monique's freshly fucked ass, Vivian's cum leaking white out of her gaping anus; my cock twitched. “Monique.”

The Black coed joined Britney at my feet.

“Picking up my scraps?” laughed Vivian.

“No,” I said, trying not to be defensive.

Vivian shrugged and cast about. “How about...Evie!”

“Yes!” cheered a blonde.

“Um, Mary.”

A cute, Korean coed, her hair in a long braid and a pair of cute glasses perched on her nose, joined Britney and Monique, beaming at me with her porcelain face.

Vivian frowned and I could see disappointed in her dark eyes. “Fine, have her. I'll take Samantha.” A Native American coed bounced to her feet, her large tits slapping together.

I looked around and laid eyes on Tara bouncing with excitement, her pigtails flying around her shoulders. I pointed at her and she giggled in joy.

“Ronnie!” Vivian had picked another big-breasted coed. I guess I should be flattered since Vivian had really loved my big tits. Somewhere inside her, she must still love me. Right?

I looked around for the final coed. Ashley's green eyes shone with lust, her fiery red hair framing her freckled face. “Ashley,” I said, naming the friend whose shoulder I had been crying on only an hour ago. Now I was going to fuck her to save my girlfriend.

“Juana,” Vivian called, pinching the plump ass of the curvy, Hispanic coed that sauntered up.

“Let's kick her ass!” cheered Tara, hugging me as she jumped with excitement.

“Yeah!” Britney grinned, looking up at me. “I can't wait to cum on your cock, Shelley!”

The coeds not picked cheered and clapped as pillows and cushions were piled on the floor. Some cheered for me and others for Vivian, their bare breasts jiggling. Lustful energy filled the room, intensifying as the coeds cheered us on.