by Reed James
My futa-dick grew.
It thrust forward from my pussy and pressed immediately into the hot petals of my fellow futa-stripper's cunt. Destinee moaned. Her back arched as she wiggled her rump against me. Her feathery hair flew around her head as she tossed it.
My bud swelled into her cunt. It pressed forward into her silky, juicy depths. It was incredible. This amazing treat that had me trembling. My futa-cock pulsed deeper and deeper into her. It filled her up. It was this amazing delight. I reveled in being in her cunt.
I groaned as the pleasure surged through me. My futa-dick pulsed with passion. It swelled bigger, longer. It speared deeper and deeper into her pussy. The friction of her silky depths spilled over my cock. Engulfed me.
Embraced me in heaven.
“Yes!” she moaned, her eyes widening. “Oh, wow, that's... that's amazing. That's your girl-dick in me.”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned, loving the feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock. The amazing treat of it. “Wow, you're throbbing in me. I love it. you're almost to your full size.”
“I know,” I moaned. My heart thundered in my chest. “Ooh, you're juicy.”
“You're huge!” she gasped. Her pussy clenched around me as she kept grinding her ass back into my crotch, hiding the fact my futa-cock had sprouted.
Then she bolted from me. She ripped her pussy from my dick. I groaned at the silky glide of her cunt popping off my girl-cock. I swayed at the heat abandoning me. It was incredible. My heart beat faster and faster in my chest. Dizzying waves spun around me.
She whirled around. Her futa-cock bouncing and aching before her, almost smacking into my dick's tip. The crowd groaned as they saw the monstrous shaft thrusting from my red panties. Destinee's juices coated it.
“They're both dickgirls!” moaned a guy nearby.
“Goddamn, that's hot!”
“Fuck Destinee!”
“Fuck Spice!”
“Fuck each other!”
Destinee shuddered, her eyes widening. She clamped her hands to her mouth like she was shocked. I grinned at her, stepping forward. I rubbed the tip of my girl-dick against hers. The watching men all groaned. This throaty wave of lust spilled across the strip club.
It was intoxicating. All these straight guys found it so hot that we were women with dicks. That we had pussies and big titties and huge cocks. They stared at us with lust. They crowded the stage, some reaching for us.
Pleasure tingled down my shaft as our tips rubbed together, hers soaked in my saliva and mine in her pussy cream. My snatch clenched, the tingles racing down my shaft melting my cunt. I groaned as she whimpered.
Then she backed up like she was afraid.
I stalked after her, strutting on my stripper heels. They clicked on the stage while the music grew expectant. This pulsing beat pounded through the club as Destinee reached the stripper pole. She cowered against it, trembling in shock.
“FUCK HER!” roared around me.
“FUCK HER!”
The shouts rose like the soaring tide of the Pacific Ocean. Candy Cane Delights resounded with their passion.
“FUCK HER!”
“FUCK HER!”
“FUCK HER!”
It was intoxicating. I drank it in. My big boobs bounced before me. My futa-dick swayed from side to side. Every step undulated my rump. My hands caressed my sides, my stomach. I ran my fingers up to my breasts, kneading them as I came closer and closer to Destinee.
She bit a plump, lower lip. Her futa-dick throbbed before her. She thrust her arms up in the air, gripping the stripper pole behind her. I loved her cock thrusting through the lacy slit in her crotchless panties. The white she wore so virginal and so whorish all at the same time.
It excited me more than cheering men.
“FUCK HER!”
They were salivating, a pack of beast eager to watch the show.
“FUCK HER!”
I reached Destinee. My dick twitched and throbbed before me. My fingers flexed and relaxed. I groaned as I leaned forward and nudged the tip of my futa-dick against her aching cock. They came together, rubbing and sliding around each other.
Loving each other.
Both of us moaned. I stared into her eyes as the tip of my futa-dick slid down her shaft. We were nearly the same length, maybe I was a quarter-inch longer. I nuzzled into her lacy crotch first, shuddering at the feel of her panties. Then hers bumped mine.
The crowd was frothing at the mouth.
“FUCK HER!”
“Take me,” moaned Destinee. “My pussy's on fire! ¡Madre de Dios! I need it!”
“So do I,” I groaned as I grabbed my cock, my fingers brushing hers.
I nuzzled my dick into her pussy while hers slid up my belly. The closer our bodies came together, the higher her dick rose, smearing my smooth skin in her precum. Our breasts pressed tight again, nipples kissing. I found the entrance to her pussy, the lace of her panties caressing the side of my dick.
I thrust into her.
The crowd lost their minds.
They were howling in wordless delight. They were watching two futa-strippers fuck. They'd never seen an exotic dance like this. Destinee moaned, arching her back into the pole as I plowed into her, trapping her dick between our bellies. Our tits pressed tight.
Her pussy squeezed hot around my futa-dick.
Pleasure flowed down my shaft to my twat. My cunt grew juicier and juicier with every heartbeat. I groaned as my dick throbbed in her depths. She felt incredible. I shuddered, licking my lips as she squeezed down around me.
“Oh, my Goddess, yes,” she whimpered. “Oh, wow, that's amazing. Your cock... Your cock is huge inside me.”
“You're so tight,” I whimpered. “Destinee, how did you get to be such a sexy bitch?”
“Same as you!” Her eyes twinkled. “Aphrodite.”
We kissed. My tongue thrust into her mouth as I drew back my girl-cock. Her futa-dick throbbed between us as I rammed back into her delicious sheath. Her tight cunt gripped my shaft as I buried into her. The friction felt incredible around the tip. My spongy crown drank it in.
My pussy absorbed that heat flowing down my dick. My ovaries, deep inside of me, grew tighter, eager to unload my cum. I fucked into her hard. The stripper pole flexed behind her as she whimpered into my mouth. Our tongues dueled. We kissed each other with hungry abandon while the crowd cheered us on.
Loved us.
Lusted for us.
But they didn't get to touch us. They just had to watch us be naughty futa-strippers.
My ass flexed beneath my ruffled panties. I thrust into her hard. She clawed my back, scratching at me while she whimpered into my mouth. Her tongue caressed mine. She thrust it into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue while I fucked her pussy with my big dick.
My juices soaked through the lace of my panties and trickled down my thighs. I dripped cream. I gripped her hips, my fingernails biting into her flesh as I fucked into her hard. I buried to the hilt in her again and again.
I savored being in her.
I reveled in it.
Her pussy squeezed around me. Every stroke swelled the ache at the tip of my cock. Her hips undulated, stirring my cock around inside of her twat. Her futa-dick throbbed between us. Precum spilled from her tip, coating my skin beneath my breasts.
She was so soft against me. Destinee felt amazing. Our nipples caressed as she writhed. Her fingernails raked burning lines down my back that only excited me. I had clawed more than a few guys' backs in my time.
Now I inspired a woman to that frenzy.
“This is so hot!” someone in our audience groaned.
“Fuck her hard, Spice!”
“Pound her cunt!”
“Goddamn, why is this so hot? They're dickgirls!”
I broke the kiss and howled, “We're futas! Futa-strippers!”
“Yes!” Destinee gasped, her pussy clenching around my dick as I thrust into her.
I fucked her with such passion. I slammed my cock
into her again and again. I buried to the hilt in my friend. My nose brushed hers. Her tongue flicked out, finding more of her cum adorning my face. I shuddered at the wet caress.
My body felt so alive. My dick throbbed in her depths. This ache built and built at the tip of my futa-cock. This explosive release. I had to achieve it. The pressure drove me to fuck her hard. To slam my cock into her depths.
“Yes, yes, yes, Spice!” howled Destinee. “You naughty futa-nurse! Fuck my cunt!”
“Fuck her hard!” a guy shouted from the crowd.
“Goddamn, plow her!”
“Aphrodite, yes!” I moaned, my pussy clenching. “I'm almost there.”
“I know!” Destinee moaned. “You're so huge. You're in me so deep. Spice... I... I... Yes!”
Her pussy spasmed around my futa-cock.
I buried into her writhing snatch, feeling that delicious thrill of a woman's pussy spasming around my cunt. I groaned at the feel of her. Her twat convulsed and sucked at me. She writhed. Her pussy rippled, massaging me.
Hot cum spurted between us. Her futa-jizz bathed my tits. I gasped as her spunk soaked me. That delicious seed coated our skin. Her jizz felt amazing on my skin while her pussy spasmed around my dick. Her twat sucked at my cock as I pumped in and out of her.
“Aphrodite, yes, yes, yes!” she howled. “¡Mierda! Give me your futa-milk, Spice! Cum in me!”
“CUM IN HER!” roared around me.
My ovaries quivered.
I thrust hard into my friend's pussy. Her dick kept pulsing against my belly as she kept erupting, more cum spurting against the bottom of my heavy tits. The salty scent rose around us. I groaned, my pussy clenching as I buried into her writhing depths.
I trembled, tensed and ready to cum.
“Aphrodite!” I howled.
“CUM IN HER!” roared our salivating audience.
I erupted.
My futa-spunk flooded Destinee's pussy. She gasped. Her cunt writhed around me. She bucked against me as the pleasure hammered my mind. It was incredible orgasming with a cock. So different than just with a pussy.
Powerful blasts of cum slammed into my mind. The bliss rushed through my body with every eruption, outpacing the rapture flooding out of my spasming cunt. The ecstasy struck my mind then the bliss spilled through it.
“Oh, my Goddess!” I moaned.
“¡Diosa!” gasped Destinee. “Spice! Flood me with all that cum.”
The crowd whooped and cheered as my orgasm thrust me to such heights. I hung there, dizzy, lost to the passion. I couldn't believe this was happening. I swallowed. This dizzying ripple of bliss shot through me.
It was incredible to enjoy. This wanton passion that held me in this tight grip. My head swayed from side to side. My eyes fluttered. The euphoric bliss swept through me. It was incredible to enjoy. My heart hammered in my chest as the lust spun me around.
I blinked.
Groaned.
My orgasm died.
I pulled away from Destinee, my cock sliding out of her pussy. My cum-coated tits heaved. Her jizz dribbled down my belly while my spunk ran down her thighs to the tops of her stocking. We faced the crowd, blew them kisses while our dicks shrank back into little clits.
Money rained down on the stage.
“Let's give it up for our naughty futa-strippers: Destinee and Spice!” crooned the DJ, his voice hoarser than usual.
Erich nodded his head in the back. Then he vanished into his office.
I shuddered, loving my first performance as a futa-stripper. It was my best show I had ever given. And not just because of the money. I was inspired. I had experienced such rapture fucking my friend. It was such an intoxicating delight. My body trembled as I bowed with my fellow performer, my cum-coated titties swaying before me.
I would like this new life. I was so glad I gave Alison that naughty lap dance. I couldn't wait for my next performance.
It would be naughty.
To be continued...
Futa's Gender-Swapping Performance
Exotic Futa Dancers 3
(A story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)
by
Reed James
Futa's Gender-Swapping Performance
Destinee's fingers taped on the steering wheel of her car as we drove over the Causeway from Sacramento towards Davis. The music thudded on the radio and my fellow futa-stripper was swaying to the music. Her feathery, black hair spilled around her face. The Latina's plump lips pursed as she hummed to it.
Her excitement was palpable. I know mine was.
“Ooh, Spice, this is gonna be crazy,” my friend said, glancing at her phone hooked up to the dashboard mount. The GPS was active, showing us coming up on our exit.
I nodded my head.
“What sort of couple has a 'combined' bachelor party?” I asked, shifting in my seat. Spice and Destinee were our stage names, but we were so used to thinking of each other like that. “It seems weird.”
“Seems hot,” Destinee said. “The naughty bride's going to be there.”
We were both strippers at the Candy Cane Delight, a strip club in Sacramento. We were the only two futa-strippers there, transformed a few weeks ago by this naughty redheaded named Alison. She came into the club and captivated me. Her futa-presence had struck me while I was dancing on stage. She inspired me into a wild time.
She melted my pussy.
I gave her a lap dance and discovered she had something special about her: a clit that turned into a dick. When the club owner caught us, Destinee having joined in the fun by then, he wasn't angry like I thought. We were breaking the rules. We were engaging in sex with a customer. Instead of firing us, he knew all about futas.
He was eager to employ a pair of futa-strippers to boost the club's income.
We agreed. He had one condition that wouldn't spread the futas to the other strippers. He wanted Destinee and me to be special. He had us only put on wild shows only a few times a week. But they were shows that made us so much money. They were amazing. We fucked each other while the men, and a growing number of women, showered us in dollar bills.
So when we weren't dancing, we were free to hire ourselves out as freelance strippers. We were selective about who we accepted—we didn't want to give private shows to a group of guys—so when this couple called up saying they were sharing their bachelor/bachelorette party and wanted some strippers to show up, we had to say yes.
It sounded so naughty. We had a chance to do something wicked. To have fun. We leaped at it.
Destinee flicked on her blinker and exited the freeway at the first Davis exist. I shuddered. The small college town was a growing place, a middle-class suburb to Sacramento these days. The sun was still shining bright in the light afternoon, lighting up the pleasant town. Bicycles were everywhere, riding through their own bike lanes.
Davies called itself Bike City, USA for a reason.
The GPS led us through the community as my excitement mounted. My clit throbbed harder and harder. This was going to be a blast. I wanted to do some naughty things. I had these wicked ideas. I shuddered, rubbing my legs together, my black fishnet thigh-highs stockings whisking together. I wore a naughty cop outfit, a tight, navy-blue mini skirt and a crop top with a gold badge painted on the fabric right over my nipple. Destinee wore a similar outfit, though she had thigh-high boots.
My thong couldn't contain the flood of my excitement. I was so eager for this. I rubbed my hands caressed the tops of my thighs, brushing my stockings. My clit ached and throbbed. I whimpered and groaned as I squirmed in my seat.
We turned onto residential streets. Pleasant houses flashed by. It seemed like such a strange place to do this. This party was even starting early. It was only 6 PM. The summer sun was still up. This was such a strange couple.
“I think that's it,” I said, glancing at the red-brown house. There were four cars filling the driveway and another parked on the curb before it.
“Yes,” my friend said. Destinee flash
ed a smile, her golden-brown face lighting up. “Ooh, this is gonna be great.”
“Uh-huh,” I nodded, my clit aching to grow.
She pulled up behind a sky-blue Prius and turned off the car. A wave of excitement swept through me. I opened my car door and stood up, my back stretching. My large breasts jiggled in my crop top. I snagged my police cap out of the back and set it on my head. My heels clicked as I walked to the back of the car.
The trunk popped open.
I lifted it and grabbed our speakers. It wasn't a boombox, but something you could dock your phone to and blare your music. It was white and small. My friend sauntered up to me, setting her cap on her black hair.
“Goddess, you look sexy,” I purred as I stared at her ass. Her skirt wasn't tight like mine but flowed loose. It barely fell past her rump, swaying as she walked.
“I know,” Destinee moaned. “Come on. Let's have fun.”
I shoved my phone into the speaker's dock and followed after her. My music was cued. We would put on a wild show. My stiletto heels clicked on the paved sidewalk up to the house. My hips swayed back and forth, my clit aching and throbbing to transform.
I reached the door and heard shouts and giggles inside. It sounded like people were having fun. My cherry-red hair, not a natural shade, swayed about my shoulders as I jammed my finger into the doorbell. I depressed the glowing-orange button. Chimes rang.
Girls squealed inside.
Someone rushed to the door. I put on a sultry smile, ready to say my cheesy line. The door opened and a Black woman stood there in a tight, white mini-dress that clung to her curvy form, a cheap wedding veil perched on her wave of bleached-blonde hair.
“Uh-huh,” she said, this naughty grin spilling across her lips.
“We've had a noise complaint,” I purred.
“Oh, no, we're we too loud?” the bride-to-be said. Behind her, a group of women and guys lurked, peering at us.
“You haven't been loud enough,” I said and tapped my phone's screen.
Music burst from the speakers as Destinee marched into the room, that lush ass swaying. The bride tittered, her plump lips spreading wide. Her round breasts jiggled in her dress's top. It was something you'd wear going clubbing, the white fabric contrasting with her coffee-brown skin.
