The Aphrodite Sisterhood Collection 1 (12 Futa Stories-Massive Bundle!)(Futa-on-Female, Hot Wife, Menage, Cheating, Bride, Erotia) (19 page)

I guided her to my pussy, gasping as she shoved it in, so thick and wonderful, better than the few guys I had ever fucked. This is what my pussy craved—my lover's girl-cock. Her thrusts were hard, her groin slapping into my ass.

“That's a good slave,” she groaned, her hands reaching around me and found my heavy breasts. “I do so love a woman with big knockers.” She kneaded them, rubbing my nipples as she pawed me. I moaned as her dick sawed in and out of me, her breasts pressing against my back—soft, feminine, so at odds with the hard shaft plunging my cunt. My own cock bouncing and waving with the force of her thrusts, aching to be touched.

Pleasure burned through me, the friction of her cock igniting my fires. I blazed, pushing my ass back, moaning as that wonderful dick sawed through my hole. The cock rubbed down the top of my pussy, brushing that wonderfully sensitive spot on every stroke, shuddering pleasure shooting through me.

“Fuck me, your Majesty!” I moaned. “I'm so fucking horny! I love your cock.”

“Girl-cock slut!” she hissed in my ear. Her right hand released my tit, sliding down my flat, quivering stomach. “You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you!”

“Yes! I'm your slave!” I couldn't stop myself from crying out these words. I had lost the bet. I would be hers. It's all I really wanted. Nothing else mattered to me—just Vivian.

Her tongue licked my ear; I shivered, so warm and wet. Her cock's thrusts were deep and powerful, churning me up. I felt so alive as every nerve inside me seemed primed for my orgasm. I could feel every bead of sweat roll down my flesh, wonderful, tickling sensations that mixed with the fires burning in my cunt and the throbbing at the tip of my cock. Her fingers circled my belly button, dipping in, my hips spasming.

I let myself go and just enjoyed our fucking. I may have lost my Vivian, but I had gained my Queen, and I let her tease and please me. Her breasts were soft pillows on my back, her nipples hard, rubbing against my flesh as she humped faster. The pleasure grew inside me, nearing a boil as her lips teased my ear, licking and sucking.

“That's it, slut!” she hissed between licks. “Take my cock! Your cunt's so tight.”

“Thank you, your Majesty! Your cock's so big! You're giving me such pleasure! Fuck me harder, please! I want to cum!”

Her thrusts slammed into me and I groaned through clenched teeth as a small ripple shot through me—a mini-orgasm shaking my body. Her hand moved lower, pushing into my golden bush, playing with my curls around the base of my cock.

And then her fingers were sliding down my dick, acrylic nails flicking across the tip of my cock. It jerked; I shuddered, my cunt squeezing down on her dick. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking me in rhythm to her fucking. Her hand slid down my shaft, her dick withdrew from my pussy. She slammed her cock into my cunt, her hand slid up my dick.

“Your Majesty!” I moaned. “Thank you! You're such a wonderful Queen for touching my unworthy cock!”

Her lips nuzzled my neck. “And you're not a half-bad slave, Blondie.”

I turned my head, her lips on my cheek. She kissed and nuzzled, leaving damp, hot spots that cooled. I leaned my head back more, looking over my shoulder at her. Her tan face was contorted with pleasure and her lips were so plump. She leaned in, pressing those lips to mine. I loved her so much and my heart beat for joy as I tasted her sweet mouth.

Energy surged out of me—the counterspell. True love's kiss. My tongue shot out into her warm mouth, meeting hers. She moaned, her lips moving. She drove her cock into my depths, holding it there as our kiss deepened. Her hand slowed, sliding up and thumbing the tip of my cock, electricity sparking through me.

She broke the kiss, eyes wide. “Shelley?”

“Yes,” I smiled.

Tears ran down her cheeks. “Oh, no. I'm so sorry for cheating on you, Shelley.”

“I forgive you,” I whispered. “I'm your slave, Vivian.”

A slow smile crept on her lips. Her thumb pressed harder on the tip of my cock. “My slave...”

“And you're my queen,” I moaned, her hips pulling back, that thick dick sliding almost all the way out of my pussy, and then she slammed it back in, pleasure rushing through me. “My queen! I love you!”

“I love you, too!” she gasped, humping faster. Her hand flew on my cock.

I shuddered, pressure building at the tip. My body tensed. I was awash in pleasure. Two orgasms built. My female climax and my male explosion. Her cock drove into my cunt, sliding through all those sensitive nerves. Ripples shuddered through me, wave after wave, crashing into my mind and saturating my brain with those wonderful endorphins. My pussy squeezed down on her cock as my back spasmed.

“Shelley!” she gasped, and then liquid warmth pulsed into me.

My cock erupted. That intense release joined the waves of pleasures. Cum leaped out, splattering against the wall. Vivian drove into my depths, her spunk spilling inside me. We were spurting together, our cum boiling out in pulses. It was like she was cumming through me.

One last pulse shot into me. One last pulse shot out of me.

Vivian leaned against me, both of us panting and gasping. I turned, her cock sliding out of my pussy, my cock brushing against her hip. We kissed, our bodies pressing together, our cocks nudging each other as they slowly shrank back into our clitoris. We shared our love as the coeds cheered and clapped.

Even though I had lost, I had saved my lover.

“I love you,” I whispered when she broke the kiss.

She smiled, pressing her forehead against mine, then she turned, her arm wrapped around my shoulders, and we faced our dorm mates. I could see the lust burning in their eyes. They had all tasted the pleasures of a woman with a dick—a futanari as Mary called us—and they were eager for more. Vivian was the Queen, and I was her consort, and we were going to have a lot of fun ruling our little queendom.

Flying the Futa Skies

(A Story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)

by

Reed James

I loved being a futa flight attendant. I had so much fun flying the friendly skies, and showing my female passengers just how friendly I and my futa cock could be.

I had a sway to my hips as I walked through the airport, my small, carry-on suitcase rolling behind me and a smile plastered on my face. I was excited to work another red eye flight to Hawaii. It was my favorite route to work. Plenty of time to have some fun over the dark Pacific Ocean.

My clitoris tingled in anticipation.

I was dressed in my freshly pressed flight attendant uniform: navy-blue pencil skirt that clung to my curvy ass, a light-blue, silk blouse that clung to my naked breasts—large, round, without a hint of sag, my nipple two points dimpling the fabric—and a small jacket, matching my skirt, that my fiery-red hair fell about.

“Looking good,” a woman called out.

I turned and saw Amanda walking up, dressed identically, pulling her own carrying-on suitcase behind her. She was a tall, graceful woman with raven-black hair. I hadn't seen her in a few weeks; our schedules had drifted apart. I loved flying with Amanda—tonight was going to be an amazing trip.

“Gang's back together,” I grinned, throwing an arm around her shoulders.

“Are you already thinking about having fun?”

“Always.”

“You are such a bad girl.”

“I just want to give my passengers a wonderful flight.”

Her hand quickly snaked down, pressing my skirt into my groin, brushing my clitoris. I had to concentrate to keep my nub in line. “You mean, you're going to show a passenger a wonderful time, Vicky.”

“Well, they're flying the friendly skies. It's our motto, right?”

“Aphrodite Air, flying through the friendliest skies,” Amanda quoted.

“So I have to show my passengers the friendliest time I can. Preferably in the lavatory, bent over the toilet, my cock reaming their sweet pussy.”

“Oh, Vicky,” moaned Amanda, crying out in mock passion. “Give it to me! I need it! I love your big, futa cock!” Her moans descended into laughter, and she pressed against me as she shook with mirth.

“Sounds like the feisty woman I helped in the lavatory on my last flight,” I grinned. She had been Hispanic, her skin a beautiful brown, and her legs had been strong as they wrapped around my hips, my face buried in her large breasts. I had fucked her hard and she had clawed my back and cum like a roaring freight train on my futa cock.

We reached the terminal, passing the small crowd waiting to board our flight. It looked like a light load, which was always the best if you were looking to have some fun. We nodded to the gate attendant, a pretty gal name Monica that I knew was quite the screamer when she cums. I winked at her and a blush stained her cheeks—she remembered, too.

Our heels echoed as we walked down the slanting gate, the tunnel shaking slightly as we walked. The doors were open and the plane was quiet, only the faint hum of the engines vibrating through the cabin. We put our suitcases in the overhead bins and looked over our part of the plane—first class.

“Only six in first class,” I said, looking over the manifest, a smile crossing my lips. “Definitely going to have some fun tonight.”

My clitoris ached, begging to transform into my futa cock. But I had been a futanari for long enough to control it most of the time. Two years ago, when I had first been hired by Aphrodite Air, I had dedicated myself to the Goddess Aphrodite, and she had granted me youthful beauty and a clitoris that, when I'm aroused, sprouted into a long, thick dick.

And I loved to share it with my female passengers.

The captain, a gorgeous brunette that liked to take women into the cockpit and show them how to handle her stick, walked into the plane, just finished with her preflight, a smile on her face. “We'll start boarding in a few minutes,” Captain Sally smiled. “Just popped into the terminal and saw a few lookers out there. Wait until you see the bride.” She gave me a wink, then disappeared back into the cockpit.

“Bride,” I grinned at Amanda. “Nice.”

“She must have just gotten married,” her fellow flight attendant said. “Don't go and ruin her honeymoon.”

“I won't,” I promised. “I'll just give her a wedding gift.”

“Oh, Vicky!” Amanda moaned. “Give it to me! Harder! Make me forget all about my new husband!”

“Exactly.” I grinned, my clitoris itching to grow into a full cock. I leaned over and gave her a kiss on her lips.

The passengers began boarding soon after that. They all looked tired, yet excited. They were going on vacation to paradise, leaving behind dreary Washington State. Almost all were dressed in loose clothing, Hawaiian shirts, and loose, flowery sundresses, sunglasses perched on their brows. We helped them stow their bags and find their seats.

The Bride took my breath away. She was cute, blonde and blue eyed, her breasts perky beneath a white peasant's blouse, and her hips were clad in skinny jeans that demanded my eyes absorb every moment of her hip-swaying walk down the aisle. Perched on her blonde hair was a small, bridal veil, falling in gauzy purity about her golden tresses.

“Here, Irene,” the man with her said. He was handsome, I guess, and Irene gave him a kiss the moment they sat down, then clung to his arm as they chatted. They were clearly in love—I couldn't wait to pull those jeans down and shove my cock into her pussy.

“Wow,” whispered Amanda as we prepared to give the in-flight safety instructions. “Sally was right, she is a knock out!”

“So, who are you looking at having fun with?”

Amanda nodded her head towards the two women sitting in the first row. “The redhead.”

Both women were gorgeous, but Amanda always did lose her head over a ginger, and if the woman had a firecrotch, she would have her face buried between the redhead's thighs all flight if she could—I knew from first hand experience; Amanda loved my fiery bush. The ginger's companion was more my type, bleached-blonde with a heart-shaped face. If I hadn't had my sights set on the Bride, she would be my playmate for this flight.

I grabbed the PA. “Thank you all for flying Aphrodite Air,” I purred. “We're a fairly new carrier and our owners, Ms. Vivian and Ms. Shelley want to extend their thanks for flying on the friendliest skies with us.”

My eyes were locked on the Bride. She gave a small smile as I read through the in-flight safety instructions—I was a pro at it after a year and didn't need to pay attention any more. I just kept staring at that blushing bride. Her cheeks were so rosy and she shifted in her seat beneath my hungry gaze. She licked her lips, nervous at the strange feelings I was awakening in her.

I was a futanari, blessed by Aphrodite—all women responded to us.

The Bride, Irene, shifted in her seat, her hand absently stroking her new husband's arm as my blue eyes raked her body, a hungry smile growing, dimpling my cheeks. I paused, licking my lips, slow and deliberate, for her. Those pale cheeks grew even redder and her own lips parted, pink tongue moistening suddenly dry lips.

I could smell my lust as a bead of moisture trickled down my thigh; it took all my self-control to keep my clitoris under control.

Safety briefing over, Amanda closed the curtain that separated first class from coach and I walked down the aisle, pausing at the Bride. “Congratulations,” I told her, bending over so my heavy breasts press against my silk blouse, letting my fingers touch her cheek. “You two must be so happy.”

“Yeah,” grinned her husband, squeezing his wife's hand.

“Very,” whispered the Bride, looking down, her jaw quivering.

“If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I'm here to give you what you desire to make sure your honeymoon is as memorable as possible.”

“Thanks,” the Bride whispered, her breath quickening.

“Wow, she's normally a chatterbox,” laughed her husband, then he yawned, “Well it has been a long day.”

“I'm sure I can coax her out of her shell.” Her skin was so wonderful as I traced her cheek.

She looked up at me, swallowing, “I'll be fine. You don't need to—”

“Honey, it's her job.”

I grinned at her husband. “That's right, listen to him. I'll take great care of you.”

“Flight attendants take your seats,” announced the copilot, a saucy Hispanic woman still on probation. She hadn't earned her futa cock yet.

Amanda and I strapped into the rear-facing jump seats, strapping in. “Umm, Cassie is just to die for?”

“The redhead?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.” She pressed her thighs together, her skirt riding up her pantyhose-clad legs. I preferred thigh-high stockings held up by a garter belt, and loved it when my skirt rose up to show the tops off, giving a teasing flash of my pale flesh.

In no time we were in the air—I kept my eyes fixed on the Bride as we lifted up to the cruising altitude. She kept peaking around the seat in front of her and blushing when she saw my eyes then ducking back behind the seat. I was going to love her so much tonight.

We reached cruising altitude; the fasten seat belt sign turned off. “Who would like some complimentary champagne?” Amanda asked as she stood up. “Just a way for Aphrodite Air to show our appreciation for choosing to fly with us.”

“Sure,” the husband exclaimed. “I wouldn't mind celebrating a little bit more.” His arm was around his new wife; her eyes were on me.

Unsurprising, all six of our passengers, the two business men, the Bride and her husband, and Cassie and her bleached-blonde friend, were happy to accept a flute of champagne. I poured, then whispered a quick prayer over four of the flutes: “
Oh, great Goddess! Light of womanhood, the most beautiful, perfect being in all creation, place your blessing upon these glasses. Let those that drink know the bliss of sleep so your initiates can spread your love to their paramours.”

I couldn't wait to spread Aphrodite's love to the Bride.

I walked the drink cart down handing the charmed flutes to the business men and the husband while Amanda took care of Cassie and her friend. “Enjoy,” I smiled at the husband, because I'm going to enjoy your blushing bride. I handed a regular, unenchanted glass to the Bride, then grabbed one for myself after stowing the cart.

Her eyes widened when I returned with my own glass, sitting across the aisle from her. “To an amazing flight,” I said, holding my glass out.

She nodded, tinking her glass against mine.

“Wow, I'm tired, babe,” her husband whispered, his flute half drunk, setting it on the tray table. “Think I'm gonna take a nap.”

The Bride swallowed. “Okay, hun.” She couldn't pull her blue eyes away.

I reached over, touching her hand, stroking her with my thumb. “Don't worry, I'll take good care of you while your husband sleeps.”

“That's okay. I'm tired, too.” She gave a fake, theatrical yawn.

“You will be after I'm done with you, cutie,” I grinned.

She blinked, “What?”

“I'm going to take you into the lavatory and fuck you hard.” I arched my eyebrows. “You're joining the mile high club tonight!”

She shot a glance at her husband; he snored. “I just got married. I'm on my honeymoon. I'm not going to cheat on my husband.”

I gave her hand a squeeze, then lift it up to my lips as I leaned across the aisle. “That's sweet, but your little pussy is dripping in excitement. You can't wait to break your marriage vows and get a little wild.” I kissed her fingers.

She shook her head, her thighs squeezing together.

My tongue slid around her slim digits, soaking them with my tongue, sucking each one into my lips as she squirmed in her seat, her breath quickening, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her blouse. I loved the taste of her, faintly salty and a hint of a coconut lotion.

I kissed her palm then leaned farther into the aisle. “I bet your dying to have that itch in your pussy scratched, and I have just the thing to scratch it with.”

“Your fingers?” Then she snapped her mouth shut, eyes widening in horror. “I'm not a lesbian. I love my husband.”

She tried to pull away, but I caught her hand. “Love your husband. I just want to fuck you.”

“Well, I don't want to fuck you, miss!”

“Even if my cock is bigger than your husband's?”

“What?” she gasped.

My clitoris, itching for the last half-hour to grow, swelled up. I wasn't wearing any panties to constrain it. Pleasure burned as my clitoris grew, pressing against my skirt, thickening, lengthening, transforming into a dick. Her eyes widened as my skirt bulged, then it rose up as my girth expanded, the tip of my cock sliding across the nylon, sending a shudder through me. And then it popped out, pink and hard, long and thick, a drop of clear precum on the tip.

“Holy fuck!” the Bride gasped.

I turned, spreading my legs and sticking my feet into the aisle. I ran a finger through my fiery bush, stroking my wet pussy lips, then up the length of my cock. “Isn't that bigger than your husbands?”

She nodded, licking her lips.

I stood up, my cock thrusting before me, and walked to the lavatory. “If you want to feel how amazing my dick is, follow me.”

I walked past Amanda sitting on Cassie's lap, her tongue down the woman's throat while Cassie's friend snored beside them, an empty flute in the bleached-blonde's lap. I could fuck the Bride in the cabin, but I loved the lavatories. It was so much more intimate, like we were really sneaking around—which could be fun, too.