Futa Hula Girls Collection

by Reed James

  Swaying to the music, the eyes on me, staring at my exotic flesh. My pussy growing hotter and hotter. The grass skirts rustling. My leis swaying over my breasts. My hips swaying rapidly. It would be so hot.

  I shuddered, my orgasm swelling so fast. I was already so hot from licking Haunani's pussy. And now her tongue was teasing me. She sucked on my labia, nibbling up to my clit. I gasped, bucking as her teeth nipped my little nub.

  And then her lips engulfed it. She sucked.

  I came hard.

  “Haunani, we're going to rock tomorrow night!” I howled as I bucked and writhed on the couch.

  It creaked as the pleasure rushed through me. My pussy spasmed, my spicy musk flooding out into her hungry lips. I twisted my nipples so hard, adding such a delight to the pleasure rushing through me. I groaned, licking my lips.

  And pictured the passion of tomorrow night while the rapture boiled my mind.

  I bucked and shivered and then slumped into a quivering pile on the couch. I sucked in deep breaths, coming down from my orgasmic high. My eyes fluttered. And then I smiled as my girlfriend crawled up my body. She pressed against me, kissing me so hard.

  I tasted my spicy musk. She tasted her sweet nectar.

  Our tongues danced as I held her lithe body, my hands sliding down to squeeze her bubbly ass. Yes, we were going to have so much fun with this futanari professor and her students. I couldn't wait.

  * * *

  The next day, we were picking flowers in the woods. I went with orange kou flowers because I loved how they looked while Haunani went with purple littlebell flowers. It was a lot of fun, being out in nature, away from Honolulu. We formed our leis, long necklaces to wear around our necks, the flowers crossing our nipples, giving the illusion they would provide modesty. It lasted until we started dancing. Then we made leip'o to wear on our heads out of the same flowers, and small anklets and bracelets called kupe'e.

  We spent the afternoon weaving and laughing, sitting naked in our apartment, so eager for the night's fun. Our leis and other accessories ready, we showered and styled our hairs, making sure they had a natural fall about them, straight and lovely, then we applied subtle makeup, not the whorish look we'd use stripping.

  Something fresh and exotic. Something that brought out our natural, Hawaiian beauty.

  We gathered out grass skirts—I know, we should wear pā'ū skirts wrapped about our hips. It was a myth that hula dancers wore grass skirts. But we just loved how they rustled and moved over our hips. I snagged our boombox with our music, and we headed out of the house wearing loose shorts and t-shirts. Something we could doff quickly and change into our performance wear.

  For some reason, the Hawaiian police didn't appreciate women driving around Honolulu topless. Prudes.

  We headed to Honolulu University as the sun set, following the directions that Haunani had received. We only got lost twice. Which I thought was pretty good considering neither of us were good with maps. But we found the amphitheater, a small, open area the school had for outside plays. It had a sand pit today, a large bonfire being setup by some guys that looked like school janitors under the watchful eyes of a woman. She wore a tight pencil skirt, dark stockings cladding her legs, her blouse salmon pink and silk.

  “Professor Desjardins?” Haunani asked as we approached.

  She turned around, her silk blouse clinging to her small breasts. It was clear she wore no bra beneath, her nipples perfectly outlined. She had a predatory look in her eyes. I was shocked by how young she was, maybe twenty-nine.

  And how beautiful she was.

  Just looking at her had my nipples hardening and my pussy growing wet. A hot itch settled into the depths of my sex. That juicy rush had my thighs rubbing together as we stopped before her, my cheeks on fire.

  “The hula dancers?” she asked, looking us up and down.

  “Yes. I'm Haunani, and this is Kaulana.”

  “Nice to meet you, Professor,” I smiled, trying not to let my tongue loll before me like a panting dog. God, she was gorgeous.

  “Oh, yes, you two are just scrumptious,” she said. “And it's true? You'll be topless?”

  “Just wearing our grass skirts and our leis,” I grinned at her, feeling her eyes staring at my large breasts swelling my t-shirt. She had to see how hard my nipples were.

  “Excellent. It's still a half hour from the start. Night should have fallen by then. You can change through that door over there.” She pointed to a descending stairway that went down between the seats and ended at a metal door that was at odds with the stone seating. “My girls have been looking forward to it. They're just all so hard to see traditional hula dancing.”

  “Well, mostly traditional,” I said. “The grass skirts aren't.”

  “But they do make it fun,” giggled Haunani. “And it really pisses off the traditionalist.”

  “Who cover their boobs,” I said, rolling my eyes. “So we're all hypocrites in someways.”

  “Aren't all humans?” Professor Desjardins purred.

  “You're the college professor,” I shrugged. “We barely made it through high school.”

  She gave us a tight smile, then turned away. God, even her rump was gorgeous. Most White girls were so flat back there, but she had a nice shape. I wanted to fall down on my knees and bury my face into her ass.

  I wasn't an ass girl, but I would be for her.

  As Haunani and I headed for the changing spot, I kept looking over my shoulder at the professor. I noticed my girlfriend doing the same thing. Once we were through the door, walking through the subbasement below searching for a place to change, we both giggled.

  “Are you as wet as I am?” I asked.

  “Oh, yes, i'iwi,” she purred, her cheeks dark. “That woman... Damn. She has me dripping.”

  “I knew this was going to be so hot,” I said as we entered a room labeled dressing room. It smelled a little musty, but I didn't care. I was so wet right now.

  We changed fast. Not that it took long to shuck out of shorts and a t-shirt then pull on our grass skirts and leis. I shivered, loving the natural fibers caressing my thighs as I moved. The fibers would part, some of my flesh peeking out, especially around my legs. The leis dangled over my breasts, the soft flower petals tickling my nipples. My slightest movement caused them to peek out.

  And Haunani looked amazing. Her purple leis swayed over her round breasts. I caught glimpses of her brown nipples through the littlebell petals as she shifted her hips, her grass skirt rustling. She had her leip'o crowning her head, just like I had mine, and she wore kupe'e on her wrists and ankles.

  She was exotic. She was lovely. She was a sexy hula girl.

  “We are going to make them so wet,” I told her, grabbing her hips, pulling her close. Our leis brushed together as our tits cane close. I breathed in the sweet perfume wreathing us, that natural scent.

  “And hard,” she said. “Which is weird. She told me all her students were female.”

  “Maybe hard nipples?” I said.

  “Hard clits,” giggled Haunani.

  “Either way, this will be a night to remember,” I told her and leaned in, kissing my girlfriend on the mouth.

  It was a glorious kiss. So sensual, our grass skirts rustling with our slightest movements. Our tongues dueled each other, swirling and touching, making me sway with the joy of it. My heart pounded beneath my chest, thudding so fast while our tongues dueled.

  My pussy grew hotter and hotter. Already, beads of juices were dribbling down my thighs. I squirmed, our skirts rustling louder as they brushed each other, the yellow-brown fibers caressing my thighs. Such excitement. My toes curled on the concrete.

  God, I loved this woman.

  Haunani broke the kiss. “I wonder if we have time to go down on each other.”

  “Go out there dancing with pussy juices on our lips?” I asked.

  She had such a naughty glint in her eyes. “I'm just so wet.”

  “Channel it,” I told her, breaking away.
“Use it in the dance. Let the eroticism flow through you and melt all those coeds' pussies.”

  “And that professor.” Haunani. “We are totally having sex with her tonight.”

  I nodded my head in absolute agreement.

  My hot pussy kept me squirming as we waited. My nipples were so hard, my body on fire. I was ready to dance, my hands waving from side to side, a swaying tree, my feet moving in the steps of the kahole and the hela and the 'uwehe. I could already here the beat of the ipu heke pounding through my head, the double gourd drum of the islands we loved dancing to.

  And then the knock came. “Show time, ladies,” purred Professor Desjardins. “My students are ready to be wowed.”

  “They will be,” I moaned, trembling, my pussy so on fire the slightest touch of another would set me off.

  I gripped our boombox—it was a great one, capable of pumping out high-quality music—and followed Haunani down the hallway. I stared at her ass in the grass skirt, the exotic flash of the flowers around her ankles, and how sexy her naked back was.

  The bonfire roared when we stepped outside. It lit the dark amphitheater with golden light. Sparks rose into the night, offerings to the goddess Laka and blessing our dance. I shivered, stepping out into the light, feeling the heat bathe my skin, caressing me. I set down the boombox, hitting play. There would be a few minute delay before the first song began.

  The class wasn't as big as I thought. There were only seven students, broken up into pairs with Professor Desjardins sitting beside a petite Hawaiian girl. Beside them was a busty, Japanese girl cuddled up with a tanned and blonde girl who looked like a surfer. A Black girl cradled a White girl on her lap, and a fiery redhead leaned against another Hawaiian girl.

  “Cozy,” whispered Haunani as we stood before the fire.

  I just smiled, feeling their eyes on me, my lei swaying about my breasts. “We are so glad to be here,” I said, “and are eager to show off our art to you. We practice luna hula. The standing dance and in the old style, the kahiko. We dance with traditional steps.”

  “And in traditional garb,” giggled the redhead.

  “Mostly,” I said, my foot tapping as the subtle beat began pounding from the boom box. A shake entered my hips, a deliberate cocking from right to left, making my grass skirt rustle.

  “We dance to the goddess Laka for the beauty she has given us,” Haunani said, her hips joining mine, the beat growing louder and louder. Our feet began moving, the simple steps of the ka'o moving into the 'ami, our hands and arms moving.

  The eyes were hot on us as our hips began swaying more, the beat growing faster and faster. A frantic song to start out with. Our arms lifted over our heads, pulling our up leis, our nipples exposed. The firelight spilled around us, our shadows stretching to the watchers. They squirmed as they watched, our legs and feet moving in more complex steps, the rustling of our skirts growing.

  My breasts bounced and jiggled. My pussy was so hot as we turn and spun, the leis flying out and away from our tits, exposing them to their gazes. Our hips were shaking hard and fast, writhing from right to left in almost a blur, matching the frantic beat of the drums.

  I whirled around my lover, her short hair flaring outward, her breasts heaving. The firelight painted her breasts as the leis rose, exposing her hard, brown nipples. Her hips were so flexible, so magical.

  The music pounded through us. The erotic beat as we danced in celebration of physical love.

  We came closer and closer to each other, hips swaying, bodies circling, our feet and arms moving. It was a pantomime of sex, a dance normally performed between a male and female partner. A wonderful celebration of the fertile.

  But it felt so naughty as we did it, our breasts almost touching now, our lei caressing each other. I stared into her eyes as we danced, my pussy on fire. My snatch clenched, juices pouring down my thighs. It was almost like we were having sex before the girls.

  Grinding, tribbing, rubbing our hot bodies together. My clit ached and throbbed, swelling so hard, caressed by my grass skirts as our hips undulated in a purely sexual manner. There was no disguising it. The beat filled with the frantic lust of fucking. Of pure rutting.

  Our hands grabbed each other's shoulders. Our bodies pressed tight now, breast to breast, nipples pushing through our flower petals to caress each other. Tingles raced down to my pussy, the pleasure building and building in me. I stared in her eyes, dancing with her before our audience.

  She shuddered, her eyes rolling back into her head. Cumming.

  I let my moan sing out as my pussy spasmed. A hot, subtle climax rippled through me. Not powerful, but enough to leave me trembling. To send my eyes fluttering as I shared this erotic moment with my girlfriend. This naughty moment of cumming before our audience.

  And then the music died. The first song ended.

  “Fuck me,” one of the watching girls moaned.

  “That was beautiful,” moaned another.

  “Oh, Angel, yes,” groaned a third.

  We turned to face the crowd and... I blinked. Things had...gotten wild. Several of the girls were topless and fondling each other. The blonde surfer girl was actively nuzzling at the big breasts of the Japanese girl. Profess Desjardins had her hands on her student's small tits, squeezing the Hawaiian girl's conical mounds.

  But it was the Black girl who experienced the most rapture. The White girl, Angel, was between her thighs, her ass pointing at us, going down on the Black girl. Angel's head was bobbing, almost like she was sucking a cock instead of licking pussy. The Black girl's tits were out, bouncing as she was leaned backward, hands planted behind her. The firelight danced over her round breasts and her short afro.

  “Oh, Angel, yes, you are so wild.”

  “So wild,” groaned the Japanese girl. “Mmm, Ginny, you wicked thing. You're making me ache!”

  “Professor Desjardins,” squealed the Hawaiian girl. Her petite body was bouncing on the professor's lap almost like the teacher was wearing as strap-on the girl was enjoying.

  “Oh, work those hips, Kanani,” groaned the professor. “Work up and down my futa-cock.”

  Futa-cock. Must be some type of strap-on.

  “Damn,” Haunani groaned. “These girls are wild.”

  I nodded as the beat of the next song started playing. Our hips were swaying, undulating, moving to the gentler beat. We were swaying our arms from side to side, graceful trees. The music picked up, the “wind” blowing harder and harder, our bodies moving more and more while we watched our audience.

  Kanani was bouncing up and down on a fleshy dildo. I could see glimpse of the shaft, glistening with her juices, thrusting up from the professor's waist. The teacher ran her hands up and down her student's lithe body, cupping Kanani's breasts.

  “Oh, Goddess, your pussy is so tight on my futa-cock,” she groaned.

  Meanwhile, the Black girl, groaned, “Angel, yes, I'm going to flood your mouth with my girl-cum.”

  My nipples were so hard. My thighs were sticky. Ginny, the blonde surfer, was suddenly pushing the Japanese girl down onto her back and parting her legs, her skirt sliding up creamy, olive thighs. Something hard and fleshy seemed to grow from the blonde's crotch, thrusting outward. It swelled and swelled in size.

  Becoming a cock.

  The shock rippled through me as I watched the blonde girl grow a dick from her pussy. She rammed it into the Japanese coed's snatch, her big breasts jiggling, groans bursting from her lips. I kept dancing, my body moving out of reflex as my eyes widened.

  She grew a dick.

  She was fucking the Japanese girl with a dick she grew. A girl-dick. A futa-dick.

  “Ginny!” howled the Japanese girl. “Oh, Aphrodite, yes, fuck my pussy!”

  Ginny grabbed her big boobs, squeezing hard, thrusting. “Let your dick come out, Kimiko. Let me see that big, beautiful girl-cock bouncing on your stomach.”

  “Yes.”

  Haunani suddenly bumped into me, stumbling. She grabbed me, clinging to my
flesh as we both watched a new cock grow from Kimiko's crotch. It started out pink, like a clit would be, but slowly grew into her pale-olive skin tone, the tip flaring into a cock. A huge cock. Bigger than any I had seen. It reached up her belly, bobbing before her as Ginny fucked her hard.

  “They all have cocks,” gasped my girlfriend, clinging to me as the bonfire roared behind us, the drums thudding.

  They did. Kanani had grown a dick, too. Her huge, golden-brown shaft bounced before her as she rode the professor's girl-cock. It was clear now that Angel was sucking the Black girl's futa-dick. The redhead and the other Hawaiian girl were stroking each other's shafts thrusting out from beneath their skirts.

  Even Angel had one, stretching out the panties she wore beneath her short skirt.

  “Sorry for ruining your performance,” moaned Professor Desjardins. “But your first dance was so erotic.”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” Kanani moaned, her cock bouncing so enticingly before her.

  “But us futas are so horny sometimes.” The professor groaned. “And my toys just lost all control.”

  “All control,” moaned the Black girl. “Fuck, Angel, I love your mouth.”

  “Look at her cock,” panted my girlfriend staring at Kanani. “Just...bouncing.”

  I nodded. I had never been into guys. But I had been with a few, even given a few blowjobs, but it never really turned me on. Yeah, sex with a guy could feel good, but it was just so lacking. And blowjobs were so demeaning.

  But now... My mouth salivated.

  I looked at Haunani. She looked back, her dark eyes smoldering.

  Our dancing was forgotten as we surged forward, our grass skirts rustling about our thighs. We fell down before Kanani riding Professor Desjardins' girl-dick. The petite girl's futa-cock bouncing before our lips.

  We grasped it, feeling her huge girth in our hands. Her shaft was so hot, throbbing with her pounding heartbeat. Salty precum dribbled from the tip, filling the air with such a naughty scent that had me licking my lips.