by Reed James
“Well, that's because we have another ingredient. It's just as naughty.”
“What?” she asked, breathless.
I pulled up my skirt. My hard, thick cock pressed against my thigh. It sprang up when freed from the confines of my skirt, the tip throbbing as it pointed at her. Nina gasped. She clapped her hands over her mouth as she stared at my girl-cock.
“How...? What...? Holy shit...”
“I'm a futa,” I smiled. “And the other ingredient explodes out of my cock.” I reached up and seized her hair. “Why don't you bend over and get a taste?”
“In public?”
“Ain't no law 'gainst suckin' a futa's dick in public.”
“There is,” Ester muttered, her finger tapping the side of her Kindle's screen to turn the page.
“I can't,” Nina moaned as I bent her over. She didn't fight me one bit. “I'm married. Sucking your tit was one thing, but this... this is really adultery.”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned. “But you gotta suck it. You gotta taste my futa-cum and get the whole experience. Don't you fret. Your man's still in the bathroom. I'm keepin' watch. Now you get down there and suck my cock like the prom queen in the high school's bathroom. Just go to town on it.”
Nina let out a moan as she bent over. Her lush lips brushed the tip of my cock. A wicked thrill went through me. I looked around as her mouth opened wide and sucked the crown of my dick into her warm, wet mouth.
People had no idea she was sucking my dick.
“That's it, slut,” I purred, keeping my voice low as her mouth bobbed up and on my cock. “Work that married mouth on my dick. Mmm, give me a better blowjob then you give your husband.”
My hand reached over, stroking my wife's thigh as I sighed through clenched teeth. I slid up to her crotch, dipping between her thighs. She groaned, spreading her legs apart while my dick ached in Nina's hungry mouth. The woman sucked hard, eager for my cum.
“You are so bad, Cheryl-Lyn,” groaned my wife as her cock swelled in her tight jeans.
“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my other hand tightening in Nina's hair.
Nina moaned and bobbed her mouth. She sucked me hard. The fingers of her right hand slid up and down my thigh as she blew me. Her tongue swirled about my dick. I loved her eagerness. My pussy clenched and excitement rushed through my veins.
At any moment, someone might catch us.
That made it hotter. I rubbed harder at my wife's crotch. Her dick was so huge and hot through her jeans. I found her zipper, drew it down, and pulled out her cock. I grasped it, stroking my wife's cock as Nina devoured mine.
“That's it,” I groaned. “Better hurry, slut, before your husband comes back. You don't get to stop. So unless you want him to see you be my whore, you best make me cum.”
Nina groaned and sucked harder.
I smiled, loving her devotion as I lazily stroked my wife's cock. My thumb ran across the tip of her dick. I massaged her like that, smearing the precum as it flowed out. My wife moaned, sinking lower in her seat and setting aside her Kindle.
Nina's hand stroking my thigh reached higher and higher. She brushed the folds of my pussy and froze. Her mouth popped off my cock. She looked up at me, saliva leaking out the corners of her mouth and running across her chin.
“You have a pussy?”
“Uh-huh,” I smiled. “I'm a woman with an extra bit. That's what makes me a futa. Now you best get back to suckin'. I need to cum down your throat so badly.”
“Yes,” she groaned and sucked my cock back into her mouth while her fingers stroked my pussy lips.
“Damn, Ester,” I moaned. “She sucks like a turbo-charged vacuum cleaner. Slut wants my cum bad.”
“I bet she does.”
I glanced around for Nina's husband as my body squirmed. My pussy clenched and my dick ached. The excitement of public sex was driving me wild. Nina's wonderful mouth and fingers drove both my cunt and cock wild.
And then her husband emerged from the bathroom.
“Yes,” I groaned. “Here he comes. Keep sucking, whore.”
I grinned as her husband walked closer and closer. Nina's fingers shoved into my pussy. My hot, warm flesh gripped them. My back arched. The sudden intrusion and the thrill of her approaching husband shot through me.
My dick erupted.
My pussy exploded.
Nina groaned as my cum flooded her mouth. She swallowed with all the enthusiasm when she drank my breast milk. I loved the noise. I groaned through grit teeth and fought the shudders of my body. Her husband strolled closer and closer, his eyes scanning, glancing at the planes outside and the other people, oblivious to his wife sucking my big, fat cock.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Oh, yes, drink it all down, slut. Mmm, yes. Drink my cum. You love it. I bet you never swallow your husband's load.”
“Nope,” Ester groaned. “Damn, that's hot. Drink it all, slut. Swallow every drop of my wife's jizz.”
My final squirt rushed into her mouth. My back arched. Stars danced before my eyes. I fought them back as the pleasure rushed through my body. My pussy spasmed and convulsed on her fingers. My toes curled in my cowboy boots.
Her husband drew even closer.
Nina popped her mouth off my dick and sat up, her hair spilling about her shoulders. She licked her lips, trying to clean up the cum. Then she popped her fingers into her mouth sticky with my tangy passion.
I smiled, then leaned over and sucked on my wife's dick.
“What were you doing down there?” Carter asked.
“Dropped my contact,” his wife answered.
“Cheryl-Lyn,” groaned my wife as her dick erupted into my mouth.
I savored her flood of salty cum while Nina, covering for us, rushed around our row of seats to meet her husband before he saw what we were doing. Ester groaned, stroking my blonde hair as her futa-cum flooded my mouth. I savored my salty, delicious treat.
“Oh, you are so wicked,” my wife moaned when she squirted the final blast.
“Uh-huh,” I moaned. I didn't swallow all of her seed. I kissed my wife hard, giving her a taste of her own cum while she zipped herself up.
She had a huge smile on her lips when we broke the kiss. I popped my tit back into my shirt and smoothed down my skirt as Nina and Carter returned. They sat down, Carter's arm around his wife, oblivious to how naughty she was.
“Your wife's a real champ,” I grinned. “You should have seen her drink my Futa Milk. Gulped it down like it was the best thing in the world.”
“She loves the stuff,” Carter laughed.
“Yes, I do,” Nina smiled, winking at me.
Ester rolled her eyes and shook her head. I gave her another kiss.
More and more passengers showed up as the time for our flight grew nearer, and the terminal became crowded. No more chance for any hanky-panky, but I was satisfied. Soon the pink plane pulled up to the gate and boarding began. My wife and I headed onto the plane. A busty flight attendant named India grinned at us.
“Welcome aboard Aphrodite Air,” she said, winking at us. Futas always recognized each other. “I hope you enjoy your flight.”
“Oh, we will,” I giggled.
After taking our seats in first class, the busty India visited us, leaning over and almost pressing her delicious breasts into my face. “Now, I'm sure you know about our in-flight entertainment policy. Do you have anyone in mind to enjoy, or would you prefer us to select your company?”
“Oh, we've chosen her,” I grinned, glancing back at the plane. “Brassy-haired woman sitting next to the man in the horrible Hawaiian shirt. I think she'll be eager for another taste of our Futa Milk.”
India smiled. “I'll make sure she's brought up for you to enjoy.”
My dick sprouted on me again as India walked away. I glanced down the aisle, staring at that fine ass while my cock tented my jean skirt. I squirmed and smiled, leaning back into my chair. My wife rubbed her hand on my crotch and giggled, “You just can't control yourself today. Yo
u're like a new futa.”
“Just so excited for our vacation,” I grinned. “We're headin' to paradise, honey. Don't that make you randy?”
Ester grinned at me. “Oh, yes. But I have self-control.”
“Overrated,” I groaned and savored her hand stroking me. “Wanna give me a handjob?”
“While passengers are boarding?”
“It'll be hot.”
My wife shook her head again. Instead of giving me a handjob, she pulled out her Kindle and immersed herself in her book as more and more passengers streamed on. I sighed and leaned back in the seat.
The futa-stewardesses ran through the safety procedures as the plane taxied the runway. Before I knew it, the plane hauled ass down the runway, pushing me back into my seat. The engines roared, my dick throbbed, and then we were airborne. I let out an excited whoop as the plane climbed higher and higher into the air.
My ears popped. My hand played with my cock. Ester read her boring book.
My giddiness increased when the plane leveled out for flight. I squirmed in my seat. I kept glancing back at Nina as I stroked my dick. India passed me and shook her head, rolling her eyes. I grinned at her and kept stroking.
“Captain Sally has taken off the fasten seat belt sign,” India said, speaking through the phone at the front of the cabin. “We'll be starting the in-flight movie now. It is perfectly free, one of the many services we provide for our passengers to ensure you have a swift flight. So just relax, enjoy, and before you know it, we'll be landing in Honolulu.”
The TV on the back of the seat in front of me turned on. I smiled, feeling the magical energy reaching out of the screen, wanting to entice my attention, but I didn't fall for it. I was a futa and the spell reached past me.
“Time to get nekkid and have fun,” I grinned at my wife, pulling the knot on my shirt. My big breast spilled out, both nipples beading with milk.
“Mmm,” my wife smiled, putting away her Kindle. Then she leaned over and sucked on my nipple.
“You two are not wasting any time,” India smiled. Her eyes widened. “You're lactating.”
I nodded my head. “Want a taste?”
“Yes,” the young woman smiled. She leaned down, her black hair spilling across my breast. Then she latched on. I groaned, nursing two women. They both suckled, my milk rushing into their mouths. My dick ached in delight.
“Oh, that's nice. Two hungry fillies.”
“Ooh,” India panted, releasing my nipple. “Delicious. I'll go fetch Nina.”
“You can stick around and play with us,” I smiled as India walked off.
“Maybe,” she called.
My wife suckled harder. Her dark eyes flashed up at me, pleasure burning in her sweet depths. I groaned and smiled, savoring the feel of her lips. Nursing a woman, especially my wife, was such an intimate act. I felt so close with each woman I nursed, but Ester was special.
“Love you.”
She nipped my nipple. My dick throbbed. I groaned and closed my eyes, savoring her nursing. My milk flowed. Each suckle shot delight down to my aching cock. I stroked it idly with my left hand, smearing my thumb across the crown.
“What is going on?” Nina asked.
“Just in-flight entertainment,” answered India. “Don't you fret. You're going to have a great flight.”
“Yes, you will,” I smiled as I looked over my seat. “Come on, Nina. I know you got a wet cunt. It was so mean of me not to let you cum. But don't you fret. I'll take care of you. So you best get that purtee ass down here 'cause me 'n the missus gonna fuck you hard.”
“On the plane?” Nina asked. She glanced at India.
“Oh, yes,” India smiled, grabbing the hem of Nina's shirt and pulling it off the woman.
I smiled at the sight of Nina's large breasts contained by a snowy bra. They bounced and jiggled as India prodded her forward. Nina looked wild-eyed, glancing at the stupefied passengers. She reached us, licking her lips, staring at my naked breasts.
“What is going on?” she asked again. “Why is everyone... dazed?”
“Magic,” India purred and unclasped Nina's bra. “Just a little spell to keep them happy while you enjoy yourself.”
“Futas are wicked cunts that way,” I laughed. “Time to join the mile-high club with us, Nina. We'll give you a taste of paradise before we arrive.”
“Shit,” Nina said then clasped her hand over her mouth. “Sorry.”
“Sugar, don't you fret saying a four-letter word. You gonna be shoutin' plenty of 'em.”
I licked my lips as India bent down and pulled off Nina's mom jeans. I groaned. The married woman had wonderful curves that should not be hidden by such terrible jeans. A dark spot adorned her plain, white panties—her excitement. I licked my lips then slipped out of my seat. I wiggled out of my jean skirt, Nina's eyes locked on my heaving tits.
“Don't you fret, you'll get plenty of tastes,” I told her as I knelt before her. “I just have to eat this married cunt. Mmm, it makes me so hot to eat a married woman.” I licked my lips and grabbed her panties. “I bet you can't wait.”
“This is all so much,” groaned Nina. She swayed as I pulled her panties down. “I don't do things like this. I don't suck strangers' cocks or nurse from women's breasts.”
“You're on vacation,” India purred, seizing Nina's big tits. The futa flight attendant kneaded them. “Just think of it as a vacation from your morals.”
“Uh-huh,” I panted before I licked up her inner thigh. I started just above her knee, loving how shaved smooth she felt and savoring the salty taste of her skin. Nina shuddered and leaned back into the seat on the other side of the aisle. The occupant didn't mind, entranced by the video.
My tongue climbed higher and higher. I stared at her thick, red bush glistening with her juices. Her hair might be a brassy brown, but she was a fire-crotch begging to be devoured. My tongue licked closer and closer. Her spicy musk filled my nose.
“Oh, god,” moaned Nina as I neared. “I... I want you to lick me. To eat my pussy. I need it. You made me so wet, Cheryl-Lyn.”
“Futas are just wicked that way,” moaned India before she kissed Nina on the lips.
Nina moaned into the kiss. Her boobs shook as India caressed the married woman's neck. Their tongues flashed. A cock tented the front of India's skirt. I watched it out of the corner of my eye as I reached Nina's pussy.
I licked her married snatch.
Her hips bucked at the first contact of my tongue. I took my time, letting it slide slowly through her folds. Her juices leaked out, coating my mouth. I wiggled my hips, my cock aching to explode as it waggled before me. I nuzzled into her flesh, loving how wonderful she tasted.
My wife knelt beside me, touching me as she pushed up India's skirt. A huge futa-cock flopped out, almost hitting my wife in the face. But Ester was skilled. She dodged her head back then swallowed the tip of India's cock.
“That's it, baby,” I purred between licks. “Suck her futa-cock.”
India and Nina both moaned into their shared kisses. Their hands explored each other's bodies. It wasn't long before Nina had India's tits exposed. The married woman played with them while she ground on my hungry mouth.
My eyes flicked back and forth between both busty women's tits. It was so hot watching them from beneath, they heavy mounds swaying as both women groped each other. I licked faster and faster through Nina's pussy, lapping up her juices as they spilled out. They poured into my mouth.
Amazing. Wonderful.
My body shook with my excitement. My shoulder bumped Ester's. My wife bobbed her mouth up and down India's cock, making the wickedest sounds. Wet, slurping delight. My dick throbbed. I fucked my tongue deep into Nina's pussy, inspired by my wife.
“Fuck!” Nina gasped. “Oh, wow. Oh, fuck. I've never. Shit! I've never had anyone eat my pussy like that.”
“Cowgirls always know how to please their fillies,” I grinned, Nina's juices leaking down my chin and throat. “Ride my face. Mmm, ye
s. I'll make you cum so fuckin' hard.”
“Yes!” hissed Nina.
She ground her pussy on my licking mouth. I loved every second of it. Her hips undulated, smearing her hot flesh across my hungry mouth. My fingers gripped her ass. I clenched and kneaded, massaging her, driving her wild with excitement.
My tongue drove into her hot tunnel. Her flesh clenched about it. She burned. My dick throbbed, eager to fuck her. My nose rubbed on her clit. I turned my head, swaying it side to side to massage her nub and drive her wild.
“Shit, shit, shit,” India groaned. “Oh, wow, you're good at sucking cock, Ester. Oh, yes.”
“My missus had plenty of practice,” I purred as I nuzzled my lips to Nina's throbbing clit.
“Oh, shit!” Nina gasped when I latched onto her clit. “Oh, shit! Crap! Fuck!”
“Say all those four-letter words,” India groaned, her hips thrusting forward as she fucked my wife's mouth. The busty stewardess's tits heaved. “Let it out, Nina. Enjoy yourself.”
“Oh, god, that's good. My clit. Oh, fuck. You know just what I need.”
“Uh-huh,” I panted between sucks. “Now you're really gonna like this.”
I flicked my tongue hard on her clit, drumming it. The hard nub throbbed beneath my tongue. Nina screamed and bucked. Her huge tits bounced and slapped together, echoing through the fuselage. I worked my tongue harder and harder. I had practiced this on Ester so many times before we became futas.
I had perfected it.
Nina bucked harder. I squeezed her ass, trying to hold her hips in place, but she bucked worse than a calf in the chute. But I held on. I didn't let up my tongue assault. Her head tossed back, brassy-brown hair dancing through the air.
“Shit!”
She came.
A flood of delicious juices poured into my mouth. I opened wide. I drank her passion. Spicy, thick, and creamy. More ran down my neck, heading for my tits. The perfume of her musk filled my nose as I drowned in her passion.
“Fuck,” India groaned, driving her cock deep into my wife's mouth. “Drink my cum, slut.”
My wife and I made eye-contact as we pleasured our women. I let go of Nina's ass with my left hand and found my wife's right. We squeezed each other, sharing this wonderful moment. Then India's cock popped out of my wife's mouth.
