by Reed James
Futa Cowgirl Vacation Collection
(Three stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)
by
Reed James
Copyright © 2018 by Reed James
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Table of Contents
Futa Cowgirl Vacation Collection
Naughty Excerpt from “Futa Cowgirl Vacation Collection”
Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe
Acknowledgments
Futa Cowgirl's Passion
Futa Cowgirl's Passion
Snorkeling with the Futas
Snorkeling with the Futas
Tour Bus Fun
Tour Bus Fun
Naughty Excerpt from “Futa Cowgirl Vacation Collection”
“No law 'gainst breastfeedin' in public,” I winked at her. “Just lean on down, latch on, and enjoy.”
“I'm married.”
“Ain't no law 'gainst a filly strayin' from her pasture, neither.”
She squirmed again, her eyes moving rapidly. She was rationalizing her adultery, making peace with her horny body and her desire to suckle at my nipple. Futas drove women wild and horny, and we were always ready to take advantage and give them relief.
After all, it was our fault they had such wet, burning pussies.
“You're going to get us in trouble,” Ester whispered, her eyes still on her Kindle.
I winked at her as Nina leaned her head down, latched onto my nipple, and suckled.
I groaned. My nipple ached as the milk flowed into her mouth. She moaned between suckles, hungry for a taste of my fresh milk. Her fingers sank into my breast's flesh, squeezing and kneading it, driving me wild.
“Oh, yes. That's nice. Mmm, I love nursin' a married woman. They're so hungry for my milk. That's it. Just keep sucklin'. You'll get all the tasty breast milk you want.”
To find out what happens next, read on!
Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe
Futa Marraige Counselor 3: The Cuckolded Lesbian
Futa Cowgirls 1: Midnight Ride
Futa Cowgirls 2: Cowgirl Delight
Futa Cowgirls 3: Futa Rodeo
Futa Dairy Farm 1: Creamy Surprise
Futa Dairy Farm 2: Creamy Delights
Futa Dairy Farm 3: Creamy Treats
Futa Cowgirl's Passion (Futa Cowgirl Vacation 1)
Snorkeling with the Futas (Futa Cowgirl Vacation 2)
Tour Bus Fun (Futa Cowgirl Vacation 3)
Futa Vacation Passion 1: Naughty Futa Video
Futa Vacation Passion 2: Futa's Naughty Gift
Futa Vacation Passion 3: Gender-Swapped Bikini Hottie
Acknowledgments
I just want to acknowledged my beta readers, helping me fight against bad grammar, missing question marks, and the occasional mistyped names! So thanks to Meric Merry.
Futa Cowgirl's Passion
Futa Cowgirl Vacation 1
(A story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)
by
Reed James
Futa Cowgirl's Passion
“Sugar, we are gonna have the best damned vacation ever,” I proclaimed after we passed through the TSA's screening checkpoint.
My wife, the always sweet and beautiful Ester, nodded her head in agreement. She was dressed in a pair of tight jeans, which she knows I liked, and a red halter top cupping her small, but very lovely, breasts. She was a refined girl from the WASPish parts of Connecticut, not the sort you would expect to be a cowgirl running a ranch in the middle of Texas. But my Ester was always full of surprises.
“And you're not going to get us trouble?” my wife asked me, giving me a pointed look.
I gave her an innocent smile.
“Cheryl-Lyn Thames-Plair, don't smile at me like that. Are you going to get us in trouble?”
“It wouldn't be much of a vacation if we didn't have a little fun.” I sidled up to her and nudged her with my shoulder. “Huh? We're gonna get wild in Hawaii.”
My wife and I had always wanted to go to Hawaii, but we never could afford it. For years we barely broke even on our dream ranch. We made ends meet by taking city folk on “authentic cowboy campouts.” When we became futas, things got better. Women discovered the delights of our futa cocks and our tourism business picked up.
It was so much fun seducing a randy filly out from beneath her sleeping stallion's nose. I loved fucking married snatch. It was so wicked. And I knew my sweet Ester had similar opinions. Of course, being a futa made me want to fuck any woman.
But our big break came when my brilliant wife hit upon a new business. The dairy business. Of course, we didn't have cows, but lactating futas. We had a whole herd of them back at the ranch, busty women who had their breasts pumped twice a day. They loved it. They came all the time while being milked, which was good because our special dairy product had a second ingredient—futa-cum.
Our Futa Milk, trademarked, was a hit in Austin. We sold it out of this store called Healthy Delights at first, but we soon expanded to other trendy places. Women loved it. Our drink, full of futa-cum and breast milk, enhanced women who drank it. Many swore it was the reason they lost weight and had healthier skin.
Increased demand led to even greater profits.
And now we could afford to take a vacation. We left Tabitha to watch the herd, and now walked through Austin-Bergstrom International Airport heading for our gate to fly Aphrodite Air all the way out to Honolulu.
“We are gonna cut loose and get freaky,” I grinned, smacking my wife hard on the ass. I let my hand linger, giving her a squeeze while my clit tingled beneath my jean skirt, eager to sprout into a big, thick cock.
My wife shook her head, though she had a fond smile on her lips. She had long suffered my out-going personality. From the moment we met in high school, the only lesbians in our class, she had put up with me with loving patience. Even when I made the biggest mistake of my life and cheated on her with a man.
I shuddered just thinking about how low I sank a few years back.
But Dr. Britney Flowers counseled us, made us futas, and my wife and I have never been happier.
“We're gonna join the mile-high club,” I told her. “Ain't that gonna be hot? I'm itchin' to let my cock sprout right here and now.”
“In that skirt?” Ester asked. “Everyone will see.”
“I know. Hot.”
Ester shook her head. “And who will be the third person joining us in the mile-high club, and do I get to fuck her ass or pussy?”
“We could both fuck her pussy?” I grinned. “We can find us a nice, sexy, married filly to enjoy. Give her a taste of paradise before we reach Hawaii. I know my cock has brought more 'n a few
women to nirvana.”
Her arm went around my waist, resting on the bare, tanned skin of my hip. I wore a cowboy shirt, the tails tied beneath my large breasts, leaving my sexy midriff bare. My skirt was short, showing off my sleek thighs while my cowboy boots thudded on the hard floor of the concourse.
“Just remember to wait until the in-flight entertainment plays before you fuck the woman,” Ester said. “Remember?”
“I remember.”
When we booked our flight with the airline, taking advantage of their futa discount, we were told to hold our fun until the movie started playing. Apparently, all the seats had built in TV's on the plane. Any non-futa who saw the screen would be put into a hypnotic trance. They would happily watch the movies for the entire flight and not realize the depravity happening around them.
Like a husband wouldn't notice his wife getting nailed hard by a pair of wicked cowgirls.
“Mmm, it's makin' my clit even harder. I just wanna fuck right now.”
“We can slip into the bathroom.” Ester's hand slid down my hip to my ass. She gave me a squeeze. “You could pump your cock in and out of my pussy. Then I could have your seed soaking into my panties while we wait.”
My wife had the best ideas.
We were both flushed when we emerged from the bathrooms, the edge taken off my horniness. Ester had cum so hard. She left her cum splattered on the toilet seat while I fucked her from behind, her tight cunt massaging my dick. Then I left so much jizz in her pussy. She dripped when I pulled out of her, and she had to rush to pull up her panties and trap the mess.
I brushed a strand of black hair off her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. “There. Now you are just glowin' like a firefly in June and just as purtee.”
Ester smiled and rewarded my compliment with a kiss.
We reached our terminal. It was sparsely populated. We were early for our flight. Too early. My wife was a worrier. I knew we didn't have to be at the airport two hours before our flight, but she insisted. It was easier to soothe her fears by coming in early than fighting with her.
I plopped down on a seat beside a woman with brassy-brown hair. I smiled at her as she read her magazine. She gave me a quick smile with her lush lips, turned to her magazine, then glanced back at me, spots of color in her cheek.
“Howdy, ma'am,” I nodded to her, stretching out my legs before me, crossing my feet. Her eyes glanced at my legs before she looked away. “Goin' to Hawaii, too?”
“Yeah. My husband and I are celebrating our tenth wedding anniversary.”
“Well congratulations,” I grinned, eying the rather impressive swell of her bosom rising and falling beneath her plain t-shirt. I leaned out to look at the guy on the other side of her. “You must be the lucky guy to snag such a purtee filly.”
“Oh, thanks,” the tall guy, a little on the portly side, said. He was starting to go bald, his brown hair receding and leaving wisps of brown hair behind. He wore a garish Hawaiian shirt, the bright colors hurting my eyes. “We always wanted to go to Hawaii.”
“Same with me and the missus,” I said, reaching out to take Ester's hand as she sat beside me reading from her Kindle.
“Congratulations,” the woman said, folding up her magazine. “Where'd you get married?”
“Well, it ain't official, technically,” I shrugged. “But we had our ceremony at the temple. Got blessed before our Goddess and all. So even if the government don't recognize it, we're married.”
“That's beautiful.” The woman extended her hand. “I'm Nina.”
I smiled at her, loving her button nose. I wanted to nuzzle her face so badly. “Cheryl-Lyn. And that's my Ester.”
“Carter,” her husband said. “Well, it was nice meeting you.”
“Oh, yes,” I nodded. “I hope we sit close together. I think we'll have a great time on the plane.”
My wife squeezed my hand, approving my choice, before she let go to keep reading her book. She could get lost in her novels sometimes. Me, I had other ways to keep myself occupied. My clit itched between my thighs and my juices leaked out. I was wet and juicy and ready to fuck.
“So how'd you meet?” Nina asked.
“High school sweethearts,” I smiled and launched into my story. I soon had Nina laughing and giggling. She drank in every word I said, her cheeks bursting with color, her nipples tenting the front of her t-shirt. She wore a thin bra today. I loved how she squirmed, rubbing her thighs together to tame her hot pussy.
“Damn,” her husband muttered, glancing at his watch. “I'll be back in a bit. Need to unclog the plumbing.”
Nina wrinkled her cute, button nose. “TMI, honey. Cheryl-Lyn does not need to hear that.”
I didn't mind. If I understood correctly, I would have even more time to flirt. I looked around the terminal. We were in our own island, our seats back facing the terminal, hiding us from view. I wanted to be naughty.
So I reached into my purse and pulled out a bottle of Futa Milk. Nina's eyes glanced at it and lit up. “Where did you find that in the terminal?” she asked. “I looked. I had a hankering for a bottle, but none of the stores carried it.”
“Oh, you're a fan?” I asked, grinning as big as the Cheshire Cat.
“I love it,” she groaned. “Even if it is so expensive. It's the best diet supplement on the market. I mean, look at my skin. And I've lost weight. I haven't looked this good since my wedding day.”
“Well, I'll let you in on a secret,” I smiled, “my wife and I own the ranch that makes it. This is fresh, bottled just this morning before we left for the airport.”
“Really?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. “How'd you get that past the TSA? It's clearly too much liquid to bring on board.”
“Magic,” I winked and opened the bottle. I took a sip, loving the creamy human breast milk, sweet and melony, then the salty after taste of futa-cum. “Mmm, That is good.” I held out the bottle.
She took it and sipped, her eyes squeezing shut and an orgasmic sigh shuddered through her. “Oh, yes, that's good.”
I gave a wicked giggle. “I always find sharing a bottle with a purtee lady to be erotic.” I took it back and brought it to my lips. “Like we just shared a kiss.”
I took a deep swig and passed it back to her. Nina's cheeks were rosy, but she didn't hesitate to take another long drink, almost emptying the bottle. Her throat worked. My clit sprout an inch. She could swallow so much jizz from my cock.
“Mmm, that is refreshing,” she panted when she finished her gulp. She licked the top of her lips, cleaning up her milk-stache.
“Enjoy our kiss?” I asked.
She blushed. “It was nice.” Then she leaned forward. “And you bottle it? You have to tell me what's in it. What makes this sooo good?”
My nipples ached. My breasts were already filling up with milk after the morning pumping. “Do you really want to know? It's wicked.”
She nodded her head. “So badly.”
I popped up the front of my shirt, spilling out a large breast, my nipple hard. She gasped but didn't pull away. I squeezed my breast, kneading it just right, and several thin lines of milk squirted from my nipple and arched past her face.
“Holy shit,” she gasped. “It's human breast milk?”
I winked at her then held up my tit. “Want a taste straight from the tap? You're gonna love it.”
“I couldn't.” She swallowed, looking around. “We're in public.”
“No law 'gainst breastfeedin' in public,” I winked at her. “Just lean on down, latch on, and enjoy.”
“I'm married.”
“Ain't no law 'gainst a filly strayin' from her pasture, neither.”
She squirmed again, her eyes moving rapidly. She was rationalizing her adultery, making peace with her horny body and her desire to suckle at my nipple. Futas drove women wild and horny, and we were always ready to take advantage and give them relief.
After all, it was our fault they had such wet, burning pussies.
“You're goi
ng to get us in trouble,” Ester whispered, her eyes still on her Kindle.
I winked at her as Nina leaned her head down, latched onto my nipple, and suckled.
I groaned. My nipple ached as the milk flowed into her mouth. She moaned between suckles, hungry for a taste of my fresh milk. Her fingers sank into my breast's flesh, squeezing and kneading it, driving me wild.
“Oh, yes. That's nice. Mmm, I love nursin' a married woman. They're so hungry for my milk. That's it. Just keep sucklin'. You'll get all the tasty breast milk you want.”
My dick sprouted, tenting the front of my jean skirt. I groaned, loving how the sensitive tip rubbed on the rough fabric. The pleasure of Nina's hungry suckling shot straight down to my wet cunt and hard cock. I rubbed my thighs together, loving how juicy I felt.
I lolled my head back, watching for anyone noticing us. The few people in our terminal were staring at their phones or tablets while they waited. Beyond, another terminal was crowded with people boarding their plane.
My eyes flicked to the men's room. No sign of her husband.
“Oh, yes,” I groaned, stroking her brassy-brown hair. I loved the color and how silky it felt. “Drain me dry. Mmm, you're a hungry filly. You need all of my yummy milk.”
“Keep it down,” Ester whispered. “You're getting too loud.”
“Uh-huh. I got a purtee filly suckling at my teat.”
My dick ached. It was so hard not to stroke it. I moaned again, squirming. She had such a delicious mouth. I loved it suckling and nursing at my breasts. My milk flowed. Every squirt shot delight down to my wet cunt and throbbing cock.
Nina lifted her lips. “Oh, my god, I can't believe I just did that.”
“Worth it though, right?”
“Yes!” She licked her lips. “Oh, god, ten years of marriage, and I suck the first lactating tit I meet. I can't believe I did this.” She frowned and licked her lips again.
“My milk doesn't taste quite the same as what's in the bottle, right?”
“There's no salty aftertaste,” she answered.
