The Aphrodite Sisterhood Collection 1 (12 Futa Stories-Massive Bundle!)(Futa-on-Female, Hot Wife, Menage, Cheating, Bride, Erotia)

by Reed James

  She nodded, a smile on her face. She often napped away the remainder of her hour, finally relaxed enough to get some restful sleep after our strenuous session. I pulled on my lavender, silk robe and slipped out of the room, closing the door as gently as I could, leaving Sofia to sleep in the candlelit room.

  I walked two doors down the hallway to room 8—the break room—and entered. I grinned; my girlfriend sat on a love seat, a smile on her porcelain face and her dark, slanted eyes flashed with excitement. She was a gorgeous, Japanese woman with creamy-olive skin and long, blue-black hair. We had been dating for a month, running around behind her husband's back and having so much fun.

  Memories of that wonderful afternoon that I had fucked her the first time flooded my mind. Yurika had been my first client, showing up after I gave her a free coupon. I had wanted to seduce her to get back at her husband, my horrible ex-boss, only to discover this amazing, beautiful, and exciting creature existed behind the demure mask she had worn.

  “Damn, Yurika!” I whistled. “That is a killer dress!”

  She stood up, twirling about. She wore a short, slinky party dress, the bronze fabric flashing as she spun. The skirt barely covered her butt and left her long legs wonderfully exposed. The bodice was two strips tied around her neck, the fabric loose around her breasts, leaving her black, lacy bra partially exposed as the fabric shifted about. A month ago she never would have worn anything this revealing.

  “You are gorgeous, Yurika!”

  She beamed. “I may have spent more than my clothing budget allows.”

  “Your husband's going to be furious,” I laughed. Mitch Edwards, her asshole husband, was a big-time executive, making six figures a year, but only gave his wife a hundred dollars a month to spend on new clothes; after all, she hadn't earn the money.

  Asshole.

  “I know. I'm such a bad wife.” Her grin was mischievous and cute; I had to kiss her. Her lips tasted sweet. After the kiss, Yurika continued, “I spent more of my husband's money on you!”

  She reached down and pulled a white, clothing box from beneath the love seat, holding it up to me. A pleased smile spread across my lips as I took the box. I opened it and dug through the tissue paper to reveal a silver, party dress. I pulled it out, holding it against my body; the skirt was very short and ruffled. I saw a bit of red in the box. I uncovered a red, racy bra that had been wrapped underneath the dress.

  “No panties?” I asked, wondering if they had been mixed in with the tissue paper fallen on the floor.

  Yurika lifted up the hem of her bronze skirt; a waxed, juicy pussy winked at me between her thighs. “Nope!”

  I gave a wicked laugh, setting the dress back in the box, then threw my arms around her neck. “I've thoroughly corrupted you, haven't I?”

  “Yep,” Yurika answered, her face drifting closer to mine.

  “So why are we dressing up?”

  “You're taking me clubbing, Melody,” she answered. Her dark, slanted eyes filled my vision.

  “I am?”

  She nodded.

  “So where am I taking you?”

  “The Venus Kiss,” she answered, her lips mere inches away; my heart beat faster. “This new, lesbian club Linda told me about.”

  “Hmm, if Linda recommended it...” I said, pretending to considerate. “Then we have to go!”

  Her lips moved in those last, few inches and her kiss was sweet and passionate. Her mouth nibbled on my lower lip, then her tongue thrust into me. I held her tight; her lithe body so warm and electricity tingled down to my clitoris. It swelled, pushing through the gap of my robe and pressing against the fabric of her dress; pleasure shuddered through me. Yurika pulled back like I had burned her; I frowned.

  “I love your cock, Melody, but you can't stain my dress. Yet.”

  I grinned, “Yet?”

  “We're going to have a lot of fun this weekend!” She winked at me.

  Yurika's husband was going out of town for a business trip and we had planned on enjoying ourselves without worrying about her husband catching on. One day, Yurika would leave him. She was just trying to get the entirety of his financial picture so he couldn't rip her off in the divorce.

  She had earned her half of the money by putting up with that asshole for years.

  “Let me finish up with Sofia and take a shower, then we'll get out of here,” I smiled, forcing my cock to shrink back into a clitoris.

  A few hours later, after a lovely dinner at a swanky restaurant, I was looking for a place to park near The Venus Kiss. We circled the block a few times before finding one. I paid the meter, hooked my arm through Yurika's, and walked my girlfriend across the street to the warehouse-turned-club. A bouncer—a big, butch woman with arms that could bench press a semi—waved us through.

  Music pulsed through the club, pounding through my body with a deep, primal base. Colors flashed and women danced, lit by black lights, painting them in fluorescent blues, violets, pinks, and greens.

  Yurika dragged me straight onto the dance floor. She laughed and smiled as she awkwardly danced, but her carefree joy transformed her clumsy moves into beauty. I was glad she was happy—her husband only made her miserable, but I had set her free. We worked up a sweat as we grooved and swayed on the dance floor, enjoying the club music. I gazed into her almond eyes, so thrilled that she was happy. We laughed and danced and enjoyed ourselves immensely.

  A slower song started up, and Yurika put her arms around my neck, pressing her lithe body against mine. I put my hands on her waist, swaying with her. It was like slow dancing at prom, only my date had never been this beautiful. Her hips shifted beneath my hands as she pressed her groin against mine. My hands slipped around her waist, down to squeeze her ass through the satin of her dress. Heat burned through me, ending at my clitoris. I fought the urge to let it grow and let myself get lost in her deep-brown eyes.

  Everything had been going right in my life since I took Jennifer up on her recommendation and visited Ms. Futa 'N Ari's Massage Parlor. Now I had this amazing woman for my girlfriend and who knew what the future held. But I did know that I never wanted to let her go.

  The slow song ended, and the beat picked up, and we went back to dancing and laughing.

  “I need a drink!” I shouted after more than a few songs. “Be right back!”

  “Okay.”

  “Want anything?”

  She shook her head. “Having too much fun!” She kept dancing badly by herself.

  I laughed and walked to the bar. We had been on the edge of the dance floor so I didn't have to fight my way out. It was Friday night and the club was hopping. A pretty, young woman ran the bar, her nose pierced with three silver rings and the tips of her short, black hair were dyed bright blue.

  “Can I get a martini?”

  She nodded, busying herself behind the bar. “You're new?” she asked as she handed me the drink.

  “Yeah,” I nodded, pulling the olive impaled on the toothpick out and eating it. “My girlfriend wanted me to take her here.”

  “The Japanese chick?”

  “Yeah.” I couldn't help smiling, thinking of Yurika always warmed me up.

  “She's...uh...very friendly, huh?”

  Frowning, I glanced over my shoulder; Yurika was dancing with another woman. Well, it was more like she was humping the other woman, grinding her ass into her dance partner's groin. The woman was athletic, her brown hair tied up into a pair of pigtails.

  “That's my coworker,” I answered, recognizing Linda.

  I took a sip of my martini, watching their sensual dance; heat flushed through me. Their dance was pure sex. Linda's hands roamed Yurika's body, stroking her stomach in circles then rising up to grope my girlfriend's small breasts or sliding down to press her skirt between her groin, clearly rubbing her pussy. My own vulva grew damp as I remembered that Yurika wore no panties.

  “She's a predator,” warned the bartender.

  “Who? Linda?”

  “Uh-huh. She's left
here with more than one woman's girlfriend.”

  That would be one of the gifts Aphrodite gave us when we joined her Sisterhood. Besides our futa cocks, we were given magical make overs: getting rid of fat, adding some perkiness back into our tits, tightening everything up. We also had become irresistible to women. They just burned to get to know us better the longer they breathed in our pheromones. Without that, Ms. Futa 'N Ari's Massage Parlor probably wouldn't work out nearly so well.

  I took another sip as I watched them, fighting my clitoris's desire to become a full cock. Yurika's dark eyes met mine and she smiled, beckoning me with an outstretched arm as she swayed against Linda. I downed the rest of my drink, and tossed a twenty on the counter I had pulled from my clutch purse.

  “Keep the change. I'm going to dance with my girlfriend.”

  “Ahh... It's like that, huh?”

  I shrugged and headed back into the dance floor. Yurika and I had an open relationship. We had to considering what I did for a living. Besides, Yurika was a futa slut. She loved fucking a woman with a cock, and it didn't bother me that she had fucked most of my fellow masseuses. We loved each other, and our love was about more than just sex.

  Though we did love fucking each other.

  Linda's lips were on my girlfriend's neck and Yurika had a big smile painted on her flushed face. My girlfriend held out her arms to me as I walked up, wrapping them around my waist and pulling me close. Her hands slid down my back to my ass, squeezing me and pulling me tight against her writhing groin. My short skirt rode up and my naked clitoris brushed against hers; I shuddered as pleasure rushed through me.

  “Hi, Melody!” beamed Linda, her tan face flushed and sweaty. “Umm, that's nice.”

  “Having fun?” I asked.

  “Yep!” she beamed, giving Yurika's neck another kiss. “You, cutie?”

  “Oh, yes!” gasped Yurika, a shudder of pleasure passing across her face. “A lot of fun!”

  My girlfriend's groin pressed rhythmically against mine and a suspicion dawned in me. “Are you fucking my girlfriend, Linda?”

  “Uh-huh!” Linda panted. “In the ass!”

  I couldn't believe that they were secretly fucking while surrounded by all these dancing women. It was the hottest, nastiest thing I had ever heard of. The lust went straight to my clitoris and she blossomed into full cockhood, pressing out from beneath my skirt and between my girlfriend's warm thighs.

  “Someone's excited!” moaned Yurika. “And I have another hole!”

  I laughed—I had corrupted her!

  “Your beautiful girlfriend is a futa slut!”

  “Yes, she is, Linda!' I panted as Yurika wormed her hand between us, grasping my cock and guiding it to her dripping pussy.

  “I love futanari!” Yurika gasped as I buried into her tight, wet depths. “I loved being stuffed full of futa cocks!”

  The music pumped through us, guiding the rhythm of our thrusts as the three of us 'danced' across the floor. Beautiful women writhed about us unaware that two futanari were fucking a beautiful, Japanese woman. Her pussy was tighter than usual, and I could feel Linda's cock reaming her ass, rubbing against my dick, adding to the wonderful friction.

  “Oh, yes!” Yurika moaned in my ear, her chin resting on my shoulder. “So wonderful!”

  Linda smiled over Yurika's shoulder, biting her lip. “Take my dick!” she hissed. “Dirty, futa slut!”

  We had our thrusts timed, pulling out at the same moment, then thrusting back into my girlfriend's holes. Yurika's body shook every time we bottomed out in her sheaths, her arms kneading my ass.

  “You feel amazing,” I whispered into my girlfriend's ears.

  “I'm gonna cum,” she moaned. “Oh, fuck, it's too much! I'm stuffed with so much futa cock!”

  A new song began, its beat quick and staccato. Linda grinned, and picked up the pace. I matched her, driving my cock faster and faster into Yurika's tight pussy. I loved it. The pleasure grew inside me as I felt Linda's cock through Yurika's flesh. The music seemed to animate us, our hips thrusting with the bass line.

  My girlfriend threw back her head, her blue-black hair flying about, brushing Linda's face as she howled her passion. “I'm cumming! Oh, yes!”

  Her pussy went wild about my shaft, spasming and milking my cock, while her body writhed and bucked between us. Her lips found my neck, sucking my flesh and muffling her ecstasy, while around us the other lesbians danced on unaware that Yurika was having the climax of her life.

  “Don't stop!” she gasped. “Keep fucking me! I want to feel you both erupt inside me!”

  “There is no way we were stopping,” purred Linda. Her hands reached out around Yurika, grasping my hips. “We're gonna fill you holes with so much cum, you'll be leaking for a week.”

  “Yes, yes!” she sighed. “So wonderful!”

  I drove harder into her, my cock tingling. “This is so fucking wild, Linda!” I moaned, leaning my face across Yurika's shoulder.

  Linda smiled, licking her lips, then kissed mine, thrusting her tongue into my lips with the same intensity she fucked my girlfriend's ass. I moaned into her lips, my cock buried in heaven, my hard nipples rubbing against Yurika, adding another sensation to the mix. My entire body was alive with electricity and my hands reached around Yurika to find Linda's hips, stroking her flesh through the silk of her dress.

  “Oh, yes!” Linda moaned, breaking our kiss. “Fuck that slut harder. I love feeling your cock through her anal walls.”

  “Me, too!” I gasped. It was almost like I was fucking Linda, using Yurika as a conduit between us. My hand slid up Linda's side, squeezing her round tit through her blue dress, bringing a wicked smile to her lips. “Fuck her harder. Let's make her cum again.”

  “Yes, please!” Yurika sighed.

  “Futa slut!” laughed Linda.

  Her thrust were powerful, driving Yurika onto my cock. I matched the intensity and we couldn't possibly look like we were dancing any longer. Our flesh slapped together as I drew back full strokes, slamming my futa cock hard into my girlfriend's wet snatch. But no one noticed. The music was too loud, the club too dark, and the other dancers were all having too much fun grinding on their own partners.

  “Oh, yes!” Linda groaned. “Her ass is so tight! Fuck! I'm gonna blow!”

  “Just hold on!” panted Yurika. “I'm so close!”

  Linda's face scrunched up, and she drove harder and wilder into Yurika's ass. She reached that point where she was going to cum and nothing was going to stop her. My own cock tingled, the pressure building inside me, threatening to explode out of me. I fucked my girlfriend harder, so close, not wanting to stop.

  “Oh, fuck!” Yurika gasped. “That's it! Oh, fucking yes!”

  Her pussy convulsed about my cock. I grit my teeth, right on the cusp of my orgasm.

  “Milk my futa cock with your ass!” Linda groaned, burying into Yurika. Linda's face squeezed as she released a flood of hot cum into my girlfriend's bowels.

  “Yes, yes! So wonderful!” Yurika moaned. “Cum in my pussy, Melody! Join us!”

  I drove into her; my cock exploded.

  Heaven filled me.

  Jet after jet of cum shot into her. “Oh, yes!” I moaned. I pulled back and thrust in again, firing another load into her. One last shudder past through me as the last drops released into her pussy, and then I collapsed my head on her shoulder. “That was wonderful,” I purred as the three of us swayed.

  “It was,” sighed Linda, who gave me a gentle kiss over Yurika's shoulder.

  “I can't believe we did that,” moaned Yurika. “I've never cum so hard!”

  “Futa slut,” giggled Linda.

  “Always!”

  The fast beat music gave way to a slow and romantic song. Linda's cock shrank back into a clitoris, and she moved away, leaving us to sway and stare into each other's eyes. My cock was soft, but I kept it buried as long as I could in her warm flesh as I lost myself in her dark eyes. She was the most amazing woman in the wo
rld, and I was so happy she decided to get a massage from me a month ago.

  My cock plopped out, shrinking back into my clitoris as our lips leaned in for a kiss. We shared our love on the dance floor, surrounded by other women who were having their own fun. The slow song ended, and another intense beat boomed through the club, shattering the moment.

  “That was so wild,” I smiled.

  She grinned, then her eyes widened. “Oh, fuck. I need to use the restroom.”

  “Have to pee that bad?”

  “No, I have cum running out of both holes!” I laughed as she dashed off, the white cum glowing blue under the black lights, staining her creamy thighs.

  Much later, we stumbled into the apartment building where Yurika lived in the penthouse with her husband, giggling and laughing, and more than a little drunk. We had taken a cab, and put on quite the show for the cabby as we made out in the backseat. I kept catching his eyes staring at us in his rearview mirror. I didn't mind—Yurika was just so beautiful, I couldn't keep my hands off her.

  “I'm going to fuck you in every room in your penthouse,” I whispered in her ear as we waited for the elevator.

  “Umm, I think that sounds perfect.”

  The elevator dinged, doors sliding open. We stumbled in, our arms entwined. She fished out her special keycard and swiped it, then hit the penthouse button. I was on her the moment the doors closed, pushing her against the wall, my mouth hot and hungry on hers.

  “I should take you right here in the elevator,” I whispered.

  Her hand reached between us, pressing against my wet pussy. She found my clitoris, stroking and pinching it, and arched her eyebrows, challenging me. I let my clitoris blossom into a futa cock, shuddering as it expanded in her hand, engorging and lengthening.

  “There she is,” Yurika breathed, guiding my dick to her wet hole; I thrust. “Now she's home where she belongs.”

  “Her personal pussy,” I giggled, my head swimming with drink and lust.

  “Oh, yes!” Yurika sighed. “I wish she could stay inside me forever.” She shifted, squeezing her warm, juicy pussy on my cock.

  “Let's do that! Tonight, my dick isn't leaving her home!”