Futa Hula Girls Collection

by Reed James

  “Passion,” I purred, nuzzling up to her ear. “Ready?”

  “No,” she groaned, her ass pressing into my crotch as we swayed, my grass skirts rustling.

  “Liar. You're still dancing.” I shivered. “Aphrodite, remove the barrier of clothing between me and my lover so we may celebrate your love.”

  I tingled as the magic rushed right out of me. It surged through my cock and hit her panties. I felt the satin dissolve away, destroyed by the spell. Suddenly, my futa-dick was pressing into hot pussy directly, feeling her shaved, flush vulva, her juices smearing across my spongy tip.

  I thrust into her.

  She gasped, her body bucking as my girl-dick speared her in front of the hundred watching people. In front of her clueless husband. Her hot, newlywed cunt clenched down on my hard shaft sliding deeper and deeper into her hot sheath. I gripped her hips so hard, savoring the pleasure of fucking her before the crowd.

  Cuckolding her new husband.

  I heard a faint whimper from my right, knew that Haunani had her girl-cock buried into her busty slut. I shivered, pumping my hips now, dancing to the beat of the song, plowing over and over into the depths of the married woman's cunt.

  A new bride on her honeymoon getting fucked before all these people. Before her clueless husband. It was so hot. It made my pussy just ache. Such lust surged through me. I couldn't believe I was doing this.

  It was amazing. I was so lucky to experience this rapture.

  “Mmm, yes,” I groaned into her ear, pumping away at her hot cunt. “Isn't that a better cock than your husband's packing?”

  “What are you?” she whimpered, her head arching, her hips swaying as I plowed over and over into her married depths.

  “A futa,” I moaned.

  “A witch!” she gasped. “Oh, god, yes, such a better cock.”

  “Good,” I moaned, driving my cock into her depths, fucking her from behind as we “danced” before the crowd. Before her husband. “Stare Geoff in the eyes. Look at him as you violate your new marriage. As you enjoy my girl-dick.”

  “Oh, god, you're so wicked,” she panted, her head lowering.

  Her pussy clenched so hard on my thrusting cock. It was like looking at her husband only drove home how wicked she was being. How much of a slut-wife she was now. A new bride cheating on her husband, cuckolding her husband, with the sexy futa-hula-girl.

  The pleasure rippled down my cock as I plowed into her hot pussy. Her married cunt was so silky and tight. The pleasure rippled down my dick to my pussy. I shuddered, juices trickling down my thighs as I pumped away, ramming my girl-cock harder and harder into her, my grass skirts rustling.

  “Oh, god, he's staring at me. He doesn't know you're fucking me. I'm such a bad wife.”

  “Such a bad wife,” I groaned, my pussy clenching, juices slicking my thighs. My cunt boiled. Every thrust into her pussy warmed my snatch more and more. “You're going to cum so hard, aren't you?”

  “Yes,” she hissed. “What have you done to me?”

  “Fucked you,” I groaned. “Given you a taste of hula passion. And a big, thick, hard girl-cock.”

  I thrust into her depths so hard, slamming into her silky delight. She shivered, her body trembling and then bucking in my embrace. Her hips undulated to the beat of the song as she came. She moaned out her pleasure, her pussy writhing about my dick.

  I smiled over her shoulder at her husband watching us, his cheeks flushed. He had such a huge smile on his face, finding it so hot his new, sexy wife was dancing with the topless hula girl. But he had no idea my girl-cock was buried into her pussy. That her naughty, newlywed cunt was writhing about my dick in orgasmic delight.

  “Oh, god, your husband is clueless,” I moaned, pumping away, savoring the hot press of her pussy, the massage of her flesh on my dick.”

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, wow, your girl-dick is amazing. It's soooooo good.”

  I drove into her married cunt, still staring at the man I was cuckolding, and erupted. My futa-cum flooded into her pussy. I groaned, driving into her as the song's beat pounded so loudly about us. The entire crowd groaned with us, almost sensing that something so erotic was happening. Geoff rubbed at his little dick through his shorts, oblivious that I was flooding his wife's cunt.

  Such rapture burned through me. This was so hot. Fucking married women while their husbands watched. Cuckolding them. “Aphrodite, yes!”

  My cock fired the final time. My pussy spasmed hard as the pleasure rushed through me. It crested in my mind. Such a dizzy euphoria descended on me, my body moving, hips swaying, cock sliding through her hot, wet depths as my pleasure peaked.

  And then withdrew.

  “Goddess, you were amazing, Jamie,” I groaned, the beat of the song dying with my orgasm.

  My futa-cock withdrew from her pussy, shrinking back down to a clit. At the same time, I whispered, “Aphrodite, restore the barrier of clothing. Hide the evidence of our act of love.”

  Jamie gasped, feeling her panties rematerialized about her, trapping my futa-cum in her depths. Then I broke away from her. Haunani, flushed and beaming, did the same with her own trembling, busty slut.

  “Give them a round of applause,” I beamed, my hips swaying, the next song starting up.

  The crowd roared in applause, the two women stumbling back to their seats. Jamie sank down beside her husband, leaning against him, her eyes wide, her face flushed. He said something to her, but she just shook her head.

  The other women in the crowd were all squirming now. They were all on fire. They were all hoping they would be pulled on stage. It was apparent a few them realized the women we danced with had cum somehow. They stared at us.

  Especially Jamie. I felt her blue eyes boring into my crotch, searching for any evidence of the girl-dick that had fucked her married cunt. I winked on her before my eyes settled on the Black woman, my clit tingling, eager for another exhibitionist thrill.

  “Let's give it up for Octavia,” I said a few minutes later when I was leading the Black woman up to the sands churned by dancing feet.

  The men clapped the loudest. Some of the women had disappointed looks on their faces, especially that Japanese woman. But Octavia beamed. The ebony skin woman, with that gorgeous rump, wiggled her hips as I came up from behind her.

  “Make me cum like her,” she groaned as we began to dance.

  “You mean fuck you with my girl-dick?” I whispered into her ear, the beat of the drums rising again. “While your husband watches.”

  “Yes,” she hissed. “I don't care. I've never been so aroused in my life. Look at the women. They're all on the verge of just frigging themselves. What have you done to us?”

  “Shown you futa-passion,” I told her and then cast my spell.

  She gasped, feeling her panties vanish from beneath her skirt as I hiked it up subtly while swaying her hips. She threw a look over her head, my clit growing into a full-fledged futa-dick. It pressed into her ass as she danced.

  “What?” she gasped.

  “I'm a futa,” I purred. “My clit becomes a dick. You wanted to cum like Jamie.”

  “Yes,” she groaned, rubbing that gorgeous rump against my dick.

  I pulled up her skirt enough in the back for my futa-cock to rub against her naked cheeks. She shuddered, her ebony cheeks swallowing my cock. I savored the warmth of her crack, finding the puckered opening of her sphincter, my precum flowing from the tip, lubing the way.

  I thrust.

  “Holy shit,” she grunted as I buggered her married ass before the crowd.

  It was so different sliding into married ass than newlywed cunt. Rougher, hotter, a naughtier friction. But it lacked that sweetness of silky pussy, that juicy peach wrapped about your girl-cock sending delight rippling through you. It was different.

  But different was wonderful.

  “Yes,” I groaned, drawing back through her tight bowels and ramming into her again, our hips dancing to the beat of the ipu heke. “Take it while
your husband watches.”

  She shuddered, her bowels clenching on my dick as I pumped away at her delicious ass. She had such a plump rear. I could feel it cushioning my strokes, my grass skirt rustling every time I smacked into her bubbly rump. I loved it, adding delight to the pleasure racing down my shaft and boiling my pussy.

  More juices flooded down my thighs, a slickness reaching all the way to my knees now. Pleasure rushed through me. Drunk euphoria. I gripped her hips, guiding Octavia's dance as I struggled to find her husband's face in the crowd. To stare at the big, strong, Black man while I buggered his wife.

  Cuckolded him with my futa-dick.

  But instead my eyes landed on that doll-faced, Japanese beauty. She still knelt with all the grace of a geisha, but her hips wiggled from side-to-side. She groaned, squirming, her cheeks so dark with her desire. Her hips had such a wiggle to them. It was such a breath-taking sight to behold.

  My cock ached and throbbed. My hips pumped so hard, so fast, reaming my cock over and over into Octavia's depths. She groaned and shuddered, her bowels clenching down so hard on my girl-dick as I plowed into her.

  “Oh, yes,” I groaned, staring at that Japanese beauty, knowing she would feel this ecstasy soon. “Oh, yes, take it, you married slut.”

  “Such a slut,” hissed Octavia. “I don't care that Davey is watching. I just want to cum and cum and cum!”

  Her bowels were so hot on my dick. She was getting off on being fucked before the crowd as I was in cuckolding her husband. I feeling the passion in the crowd swelling. People were slipping hands into shorts or up skirts, stroking cocks and fingering cunts.

  So much futa-passion was in the air, blowing on the sea-breeze. The fire roared, the waves washed on shore, and the air smelled of flowers and salt and hot pussy. My dick ached as I fucked Octavia's married asshole so hard, savoring the velvety grip of her bowels.

  She groaned, working her hips back, fucking them while she enjoyed my cock. The lusts burned so hot in her that nothing mattered but her orgasm. She drove herself to it as I rubbed my naked tits into the back of her blouse, my nipples rasping. I shuddered, my pussy clenching, my dick aching throbbing, my ovaries boiling.

  “Such a married slut,” gasped Octavia as her asshole writhed about my cock, spasming, convulsing.

  Cumming.

  The married, Black woman came in my arms. Her passion sang out. I felt the groan of envy ripple from the women in the crowd, including the Japanese woman. She licked her dainty lips as she watched Octavia climax on my cock, such longing in the Asian woman's doll-like face, in her dark, slanted eyes. She squirmed on her knees, wishing she was Octavia.

  “Aphrodite!” I groaned, ramming my cock into Octavia's bowels.

  The rush of cumming surged through me. I trembled, feeling the jizz fire from my cock, flooding her bowels. Beside me, Haunani's moans of pleasure echoed as she flooded her busty slut's bowels, sharing the same rapture as me.

  My eyes fluttered. My heart pounded. Rapture surged through my brain. I wanted to sway, but I couldn't look away from that Asian beauty's face. I had to fuck her next. I had to enjoy her before the masturbating crowd.

  “Oh, Lord, such a married slut,” Octavia groaned, her bowels milking the last of my cum from my cock.

  “Yes,” I groaned, my pleasure reaching its pinnacle in me, leaving me drifting in winds of euphoria. “Yes, you are!”

  “And you are such a whorish hula-girl. Fucking married women before the crowd. You should be ashamed.”

  “So ashamed,” I groaned, my futa-cock dwindling. “I'm going to fuck that Japanese doll next.”

  Octavia laughed as she stumbled away. I muttered the spell, restoring her panties as my dick vanished into my grass skirt before the audience saw. Everyone was squirming now. People were kissing, groping, on the verge of having open sex before us.

  It was like the class of futas we danced for three weeks ago. Only it had taken this long for the crowd to be overcome by lust instead of almost immediately. I glanced at Haunani, saw the burning lust in her smile, the fact we had one more chance to have fun.

  We waded out into the audience.

  Women moaned, holding fingers up in the air glistening with their pussy juices. Their men were calling, waving, wanting to see wives and girlfriends dancing with us, loving what they thought were lesbian dancing, naughty and wild.

  But we were actually something far sexier than a lesbian.

  I stopped before the Japanese doll. She stared up at me, trembling, her husband grinning, nodding his head. Then I realized Haunani was beside me. We had headed for the same woman. I glanced at her. She arched an eyebrow.

  “Share?” she mouthed.

  I grinned. There would be no pretending with the Japanese doll. No disguising fucking for the pretense of dancing. Not if we were double-penetrating her. We both extended our hands. She took them, her fingers slim and graceful.

  “What's your name?” I asked, leading her past the disappointed women, their hands returning to finger dripping snatches beneath skirts and panties.

  “Airi,” she said, her voice musical.

  “Lovely,” I groaned. “Give it up for Airi! She's going to dance with two sexy futa-hula-girls!”

  The crowd moaned as the drum beat picked up. We sandwiched Airi between us, me in the front, my big, naked breasts rubbing against the shorter woman's upper chest, her chin resting on the top of them. Haunani was behind her, rubbing on her ass.

  Our hands hiked up her skirt, boldly raising them up to show off her panties. I had no idea what they looked like. I didn't care. The words of the spell tumbled from my mouth. Her panties vanished. She gasped, feeling our grass skirts pressing on naked ass and pussy.

  “Witches?” she asked.

  “Futas,” I answered.

  “Hermaphrodites? Like from Manga?” she asked, her eyes wide and then she gasped, feeling my futa-cock swelling into her silky bush and brushing her hot pussy lips.

  “Futas,” I grinned at her as my cock slid around her pussy lips.

  I nudged into Haunani's tip, our two dicks pressing together as they grew. This forced them upward, pushing against Airi's married pussy. The woman gasped, feeling two futa-cocks growing into her pussy, her labia parting, stretching.

  “Aphrodite!” Haunani gasped in awe as the crowns of both our swelling dicks pressed into Airi's married pussy, engulfed by her silky flesh. The pleasure rippled down our shafts. “Oh, Goddess!”

  “I know,” I gasped, shuddering in delight as we shared Airi's married cunt. The hot, Japanese wife whimpered, our dicks sliding deeper and deeper into her hot pussy.

  She was so tight. So wet. So silky. Her clenching sheath forced my dick against Haunani's shaft. I stared at my girlfriend over Airi's head, Haunani's eyes so wide. It was such an intimate delight, sharing her pussy.

  And made more so by the exhibitionist thrill of doing it in front of the groaning crowd and Airi's watching husband. We were openly cuckolding him. There was no disguising it as our hips pumped, driving our girl-cocks into her married pussy.

  I looked out at the crowd, my hips pumping away, everyone watching us fuck her with our girl-dicks. It was so wild. I couldn't believe things had escalated so far. This was way beyond our plan to surreptitiously fuck a few women while “pretending” to teach them hula. It was so bold, so open, right there on the beach.

  Airi gasped and whimpered, trembling between us. Her hands clung to my naked breasts, squeezing them, her face buried between them, almost like she was hiding from the watching crowd. But she was also sucking, kissing, licking my mounds as her pussy clenched and relaxed on our dicks.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I hissed. “That's it. Feel our passion.”

  “Our hard futa-passion!” gasped Haunani, thrusting her cock so hard and fast, her shaft sliding past mine.

  We fucked her at different speeds, our dicks rubbing past the other. Our crowns would kiss for a moment before slipping past the other's. I was thrusting in and Haunani was
pulling out. And the entire time, we were engulfed by the hot wife's pussy.

  Airi was so silky. So tight. The petite, Japanese woman moaned into my tits. She squeezed and kneaded them, my nipples brushing her cheeks as she squirmed. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter as we fucked her, the ipu heke drums thudding so loud, so primal, matching the intensity of double-penetrating a hot wife's pussy.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, my long, black hair sweeping in the breeze behind me. “Aphrodite, yes!”

  As the exquisite delight of sharing her married pussy built in me, my gaze swept over the crowd. Men and women were openly having sex, women kneeling before their partners, being taken from behind so they could still watch the hot sight. Others were giving handjobs while being fingered. Several women were fingering each other, guys jerking off nearby.

  Jamie groaned, her husband discovering her pussy was full of cum as he fingered her snatch, her hand stroking his small cock. Such a disappointing shaft, poor woman.

  And even Airi's husband was jerking off, his cock almost hidden by his fist as he worked it. Such a tiny thing. No wonder she was so tight. No wonder she was moaning like a wanton whore into my busty breasts.

  We had stretched her cunt to its limits.

  I thrust harder and harder, feeding off the excitement of the crowd, their moans bursting over the drums. Haunani matched my pace, our skirts rustling so loud. She groaned, adding her voice to mine as we fucked Airi hard. The friction rippled down my cock. The silky delight of hot pussy and the throbbing passion of hard girl-cock massaged my shaft.

  Brought me closer to my eruption.

  “Iku!” Airi suddenly cried out in Japanese. “Iku!”

  I didn't know what it meant, but her tone conveyed her meaning: I'm cumming!

  Her hot wife pussy went wild about our dicks. I groaned, thrusting so hard into her spasming cunt. The pleasure rippled down my shaft. My eyes rolled back into my head as I savored this rapture, plunging over and over into her cumming cunt.

  Haunani moaned, “Aphrodite!”