The Aphrodite Sisterhood Collection 1 (12 Futa Stories-Massive Bundle!)(Futa-on-Female, Hot Wife, Menage, Cheating, Bride, Erotia) (20 page)

I stripped off my jacket, blouse and skirt while I waited. I loved this part. The Bride was out there, her sex itching for satisfaction, and the image of my cock rising above my own pussy was burned into her mind. She would try and fight her desire, telling herself how much she loved whatever his name was, remembering how only hours ago she had sworn to be faithful to him.

But her little pussy would be whispering such naughty thoughts, growing wetter and wetter, her lust roaring through her veins, engorging her labia and clitoris while her desire soaked through her panties and maybe even those tight jeans she wore. Her scent would reach her nose, compelling her to get up and satisfy her desires—to break her marriage vows.

My cock throbbed in anticipation and my nipples ached. I tweaked them, my large breasts jiggling. I resisted the urge to stroke my cock, to pleasure myself. I didn't want to waste a single orgasm. I wanted the Bride to pleasure my futa dick.

A hesitant knock at the door.

“It's open,” I purred.

The door cracked and almost closed immediately. Then she ripped it open and stepped in, slamming the door behind her with a metallic thud. Her blue eyes fell on my cock rearing up, twitching with my heartbeat. “I can't believe I'm doing this.”

“Believe it,” I purred as I sat on the toilet. “Now get on your knees and suck my cock. Get your first taste of a futa dick.”

“Futa?”

“I'm a futanari,” I grinned. “A real, live dickgirl. Now start sucking.”

The Bride moaned as she fell to her knees, “This is so fucking bizarre.” She licked through my pussy, her tongue pressing in, then up my cock to the tip, swirling her tongue around it, then opening her mouth wide and sucking in my tip.

“That's it,” I moaned, reaching out and grabbing the Bride's veil, then pulling it down to cover her face in white gauze—virginal and pure, and yet so obscene as her tongue swirled around the tip of my futa dick. “Worship my cock, futa slut!”

She was noisy, her spit running down my cock as she worked it in and out of her mouth. Pleasure began shooting through me, my toes curling as she bobbed her head. She slid the tip around her mouth, brushing it against all the wonderful spots inside her while her tongue explored around my shaft. The toilet creaked as I shifted my hips, my body alive with pleasure.

And then her hands touched my thighs, rubbing me through my stockings, then sliding up to my bare flesh, drawing closer and closer to the furnace burning in my pussy. I gasped, “Yes,” as her fingers stroked my labia, exploring all my silky folds. Her touch was light at first, just grazing, then she grew more confident, pressing through my petals, and igniting all the wonderful nerves in my labia as her mouth sucked harder at my cock, while she bobbed out and down.

“Yes!” I groaned as two fingers thrust into me, one from each hand. One finger would thrust in while the other pulled out, both working deep into me.

Her mouth popped off my cock. “You really have both.”

“Uh-huh,” I gasped. “Don't stop. I want you to taste my cum.”

The Bride's lips engulfed me, her fingers kept pumping. The sensations were amazing, battling each other in my core. The intensity built at the tip of my cock while her thrusting fingers churned the passion in the depths of my pussy. My ass raised up from the toilet seat as the pleasures warred in my core.

“Your husband must love your blowjobs,” I gasped. She stiffened for a moment, her mouth frozen, her blue eyes staring up at me. I reached under her veil, stroking her cheek. “Just enjoy yourself, sweetie. He'll never find out.”

She sucked even harder, a throaty growl escaping her throat, vibrating my cock. I arched my back, pressing against the fuselage. She looked so innocent with her veil and so whorish as she gobbled my cock. She pulled one of her fingers out, then slipped two in with her other hand, working them deep, wiggling them around inside my tunnel before pumping them rapidly in and out, churning pleasure through me, mixing with the passion her sucking mouth generated.

“Fuck!” I groaned, my hands squeezing into fists as the pleasures whirled about each other.

More shudders rocked through me and I moaned, my head lolling back. My breasts heaved, my hard nipples waving atop my mounds. This wonderful vixen was hitting every button my body possessed, guiding my body towards an earth shattering climax. She worked her mouth lower, the tip of my cock brushing the back of her throat. I widened my eyes as her tight throat engulfed my cock. She swallowed and moaned, friction and humming vibrations shivered through me.

“Shit!” I gasped. “That's it! Suck my futa cock!”

The pleasure built at the tip of my cock, that urgent, powerful need building, begging to release a flood of my passion into her sucking mouth. Her mouth slid back up, cheeks hollowing as she sucked around the tip of my cock, and then she swallowed me again. My hips jerked, spurred by my growing passion.

A third finger slipped inside me, stretching my pussy as they flew in and out. She moaned louder, pleading with me to spew my cum and satisfy her cravings. Her mouth bobbed faster, working about my tip.

“Gonna cum!” I groaned. “Drink it all!”

The first spurt was powerful. My entire body tensed as it rushed out of me. She groaned, swallowing. A second shot pulsed out of me, another tense, shuddering pleasure rippled through me. My pussy spasmed as waves of pleasure crashed through me, combining with the intense release, carrying me away on a sea of rapture. I groaned and howled, fucking my hips into her mouth as my pussy clamped down on her fingers.

My cock stopped spewing. Her mouth popped off, white cum leaking out of the corners of her lips. My feminine orgasm rippled through me, my toes curling, and then I collapsed back against the plane's fuselage, my tits heaving.

“Damn, that was amazing.”

She blushed, “Thank you.”

So demure. I could already feel my cock stirring. I reached down, lifting up her veil then cupped her cheek. I kissed her lips. She was sweet and salty. I pushed my tongue in, savoring the flavor of my cum as I moaned into her lips. She tilted her head, her eyes squeezed closed and her fingers pulled of my cunt and rested wet on my cheek. I could smell my tart passion.

Then her hand slid down my neck, leaving a trail of my pussy cream, down to my left breast. Her fingers pressed into my heavy, perfect tit—no sag despite their size, thank you Aphrodite—and kneaded, starting gentle but growing more aggressive as her lips worked harder into mine. Her other hand found my right breast, circling my large areola before teasing my nipple.

She broke the kiss, her blue eyes shining. “Your breasts are amazing,” she whispered, looking down. “And your nipples...so big.”

“Suck them.”

She licked her lips, then bent down. At first she just wrapped her lips around my erect nub, not sucking, but I enjoyed the warm, wet feel of her. Then her tongue probed it, teasing, searching, growing more aggressive, batting it around between her lips. She sucked, drawing more of my breast into her lips, swallowing all of my areola.

Wonderful.

She switched breasts, kissing across the valley, then climbed my other peak and claimed her prize. Her teeth nipped; I gasped. Then she sucked it hard, moaning, pleasure tingling down to my wet pussy and the tip of my cock. I stroked her cheek as I moaned, then slid down to her blouse. I wanted to see her body.

I tugged on her blouse. She released my nipple, moaning in disappointment, but lifting up her arms and letting me pull her top off, discarding it to the floor. Her bra was simple, plain—comfortable. She reached behind and easily unsnapped it. Her breasts were perky cones topped by dusky nipples. I grasped a pink nipple, pulling her up onto my lap and sucked that little bead into my lips.

“Oh, wow,” she moaned. “I can't believe I'm doing this. I don't even know your name.”

“Vicky,” I answered then sucked her other nipple into my lips.

“Oh, Vicky! Keep sucking my nipples. You're making me so wet!”

I kept sucking her small nub, swirling my tongue around it. She gasped and shifted her hips when I nipped it, then I sucked her hard. Her arms wrapped around my head, holding me to her breast as I teased her. My hands stroked her back, reaching down to her tight jeans and squeezed her firm ass, pulling her against my hardening cock. Her jeans were rough on my dick, the pleasure intense.

“Take off your jeans,” I gasped, pulling away from her tit. “I want to see every naked inch of you.”

“Yes, Vicky.” She slid off my lap, kicking off the sandals she wore, her bare, dainty toes painted white, matching her fingernails. She unsnapped her jeans, wiggling them down her lithe hips. Her panties were white, bikini cut, almost a thong.

“Let me see that ass.”

She turned, shaking her tight rear in my face, her panties riding into the crack of her ass. I kissed the small of her back, then pulled the panties down, kissing her exposed flesh. I worked my way down her smooth asscheeks, kissing, sucking, and lightly biting, loving the way her flesh went pale then darkened red.

Her panties slid down her legs and I could just see a hint of her pussy peaking from between her thighs. She bent over to step out of her panties, her pussy pressing into my face, shaved and wet, a tight slit dark with arousal and slightly parted to show a hint of beautiful pink.

I took a lick. She tasted sweet.

“Vicky!” she moaned as my tongue dug into her furrow, up her taint, and into her crack. I tongued her asshole, then slid back down to her pussy, pressing my tongue into her petals and savoring her sweet nectar.

“You taste wonderful,” I gasped. “Lean against the sink and I'll send you to the moon.”

She did, presenting that delightful rear. I pressed my face into her pussy and ass, licking and sucking her delightful flesh. She tasted wonderful and I couldn't get enough of licking her pussy and tonguing her asshole.

“That's so dirty,” the Bride moaned, looking over her shoulder, her veil draping her blonde hair.

I wiggled my tongue into her tight hole, swirling it about and loving her gasps and moans. Her asscheeks clenched about my face as her pleasure built and built, pressing firm silk against my cheeks. I slid back down to her sex, tasting her sweet pussy and sour ass at the same time, savoring the decadent flavor.

I feasted on her pussy, nuzzling into her folds and working my tongue deeper and deeper inside her. Her labia were satin against me. I worked my way to her clitoris, my nose burying into her pussy. All I could smell was her excitement, increasing my own ardor. My cock ached to know her pussy, reaming in and out of her juicy hole.

She moaned as I found her clitoris, coaxing her small bud out of its hood and sucking it between my lips. Her hips shook, pressing back against me. I rubbed my lips around it, moaning and flicking my tongue about it.

“Oh, Vicky! No one's...oh, shit! Keep doing that! Oh, yes! Vicky! Vicky!”

I loved it when a woman sang my name with passion. Her voice rose in pitch and her cries descended into wordless moans. Her hips spasmed. Fresh juices flooded her mouth, running down my face and neck.

She came hard.

I drank her new juices, thrusting my tongue into her clenching hole. Her hips bucked again, and then she went limp, panting for breath. I gave her pussy a few more gentle licks, stroking her as her body came down from her high.

“Wow,” she sighed.

I rose up, my cock nudging her ass. She looked over her shoulder, a smile on her sweaty face, and nodded her permission, wiggling her rear at me. I grasped my cock, sliding it across her flesh and between her thighs to her liquid heat. She shuddered when I rubbed it along her groove, then I lowered my hips, pushed the tip of my cock against her drenched hole, and thrust in.

“Shit!” she groaned. “You're so big!” Her body tensed, her pussy squeezing down on my cock. “Oh, wow! That's amazing! I've never been so stretched.”

I pushed in deeper until I was buried all the way into her, pressing my large breasts against her supple back.  “I'll be gentle. At first.”

I drew back, shuddering as her flesh clung to my withdrawing cock, then I drove back in, just as slow, her pussy stretching and giving way to me. The friction was intense and I groaned as I bottomed out in her again. It was such wonderful agony to slowly fuck her, fighting my urge to thrust wildly. Her hips shifted, adding a delightful wiggle that changed the feel of her cunt wrapped around my cock.

“You love my futa cock?”

“Oh, yes!” She pushed back, her firm ass pressing into my groin. “You're so big! I love it! Make me cum, Vicky!”

“I'm here to make sure your flight was as enjoyable as possible,” I purred into my ear, pulling back and stabbing harder into her.

“You're so dedicated to your job! You must love it!”

I thrust in again, wonderful friction building the pressure at the tip of my cock. “It definitely has its perks.”

“Fucking brides on their honeymoons?”

“That's a great one!”

Her hips pushed back, writhing from side to side. This was so exciting. I was fucking a bride on her wedding night, plundering her cunt before her husband had a crack at his new wife. I was so wicked as I enjoyed my stolen booty. I slammed into her harder, thrusting as deep into her silky furnaces as I could. This was my pussy. I had claimed it. Thank you, Aphrodite!