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

by Reed James

  Later, after crying out all of my tears, I sat on the floor of my dorm room, clutching my grimoire on my lap; the black leather of its cover stained with my tears, leaving discolored trickles across the embossed, naked, and lush image of Aphrodite that adorned it. This was all the books fault that I was feeling this pain. I wish I had never found it in my grandmother's attic.

  You disgust me!

  My cock was a byproduct of the spell I had cast. I didn't really believe it would work, but I had been so desperate to have what it promised. So I had dedicated myself to the Goddess Aphrodite. I just wanted to finally be beautiful instead of plain and average. And the spell had enhanced me, taking away my acne, vanishing the fat on my thighs and butt, adding a bit of color to my cheeks. And it gave me a clitoris that transformed into a cock whenever I grew horny.

  This damned clitoris-cock was the reason I had cheated. I couldn't resist it. When I grew horny, all my blood pumped into it, making it so hard to think while the damned thing demanded to be buried in some girl's mouth or pussy or ass. How could I resist naked Britney throwing herself at me? If I hadn't cast this spell, I wouldn't be hurting so much.

  “That's it!” I exclaimed out loud, laughing almost hysterically. “A spell!”

  There had to be some spell or incantation in this damned book to fix my broken heart. Aphrodite was the Goddess of love as well as of beauty. Please, let there be a way to take this pain away. I frantically flipped through the yellowed pages of the book, searching for anything in the Greek text that would help me. I was so desperate to stop hurting. Shelley was such a special woman, and I had thrown her away just to get a taste of that slut, Britney!

  I found the spell. It was easy to cast. I didn't hesitate one bit.

  “Oh, great Goddess!” I chanted in Koine Greek, “Light of womanhood, the most beautiful, perfect being in all creation, I come before you begging that you take this pain from my broken heart. Let love's sting no longer trouble me!”

  A great weight lifted off my shoulders. My eyes no longer felt swollen. I couldn't remember why I had been crying, but I was relieved that whatever sudden fit had overcome me had passed. I was still completely baffled by whatever had made me so sad. It was such a great day. The sun was shining, probably one the last nice days of the year before the weather turned bad in October.

  I felt that warm tingle in my clitoris, begging to transform into a cock. I needed to find me a pretty woman and get laid—the perfect way to end a wondrous day. My clitoris swelled in my panties, pleasure shuddering through me as it pressed against the tight confines of my skinny jeans.

  “Umm, that feels nice,” I sighed, rubbing my cock bulging my pants. The best part about living in a dorm full of women was a playmate was just a room away. I'm sure I could find a nice coed to spread her thighs, and give my cock the satisfaction it craves.

  I paused at my floor mirror on my way out the door, giving myself a look. I was hot. My honey-brown hair fell in curly ringlets about my blemishless face. My breasts were cupped in a lovely, low-cut halter top, my nipples dimpling the fabric, clearly showing that I wore no bra, and my jeans were skin tight, hugging my perfectly round rear and plainly outlining my large cock as it throbbed with desire.

  There was a lounge on the first floor where I'm sure I could find a cutie to have some fun with. I had a roll in my hips as I walked out of my dorm, my breasts bouncing and jiggling, and my cock's head rubbing against the tight, rough fabric of my jeans. Wonderful. I had a jaunt in my steps as I headed down the stairs.

  I was going to get me some juicy pussy!

  I took a right at the base of the stairs, walking through an open doorway into a small lounge full of mismatched couches, love seats, recliners, a Foosball machine, and various vending machines stocked with drinks, snacks, and junk food.

  “It'll be okay, Shelley.” The lounge was empty except for a blonde woman sobbing while Ashley cradled her and stroked her hair.

  I didn't recognize the blonde. She must not live in this dorm because I knew all the women who lived here. But she didn't matter; I had eyes only for the redheaded Ashley. She had green eyes that sparkled and the most gorgeous freckles dusting her heart-shaped face. And those tits. Big and juicy in her tight crop top. I bet those would feel wonderful wrapped around my cock.

  “Vivian,” gasped Ashley as I sauntered over. “Um, maybe you shouldn't be here.” She gave a significant glance at the blonde.

  I gave her a strange look, wondering what she meant. The blonde didn't matter, she could never hurt me again. “You are looking outstanding today,” I smiled, reaching out to touch her red hair.

  Ashley gaped, red staining her pale cheeks. I had that effect on women; my cock wasn't the only side-effect of that spell.

  “What is wrong with you!” snarled the blonde.

  “Is Ashley your girlfriend?” I asked, still toying with Ashley's lock.

  “Are you trying to hurt me more, Vivian?”

  “Why would I try and hurt you? I don't even know you.”

  “Oh, so you're just going to pretend I don't even exist,” snapped the blonde. “Real mature.”

  “I honestly don't know who you are.” I moved my hand to cup Ashley's cheek; she felt so warm and silky.

  Ashley let out a soft, feminine sigh.

  “Don't play along with her!” the blonde cried to Ashley. “Are all my friends going to fuck my girlfriend?”

  “Sorry,” Ashley purred, her green eyes flashing up at me. “She's just so...um, yummy.”

  “This better be a joke, Ashley! She just cheated on me and now you're letting her stroke your face!”

  When did I cheat on this blonde? Whatever, she didn't matter. She couldn't hurt me anymore.

  “I'm sorry, Shelley, but—” I stroked the redhead's lips with my thumb; she didn't need to speak.

  “I have something for you,” I purred, shifting to put my crotch right in her face.

  Ashley's eyes widened. “What is that in your pants?”

  “A cock,” snarled the Blonde, her face twisted. “A disgusting, freakish cock!”

  “It is,” I grinned. “Well, not disgusting or freakish. But it is a cock.” I raised my eyebrows. “Want to see it?”

  “It's so big... I do want to see it!” Ashley, her hand shaking, reached out and caressed my cock through my jeans; pleasure shuddered through me.

  She gave me a few more strokes, than Ashley's fingers found the snap of my jeans, the pressure on my cock relaxing as she drew down the zipper. My dick's pink head peaked out the top of the waistband of my skimpy panties.

  “Shit!” Ashley groaned.

  “See, a freak!”

  I ignored the blonde; she couldn't hurt me anymore.

  “Why don't you suck it,” I purred to Ashley.

  “I shouldn't.” She flashed a guilty look at the blonde, then pulled my panties down, my cock springing free, and sucked my rod into her warm mouth. I purred—so wonderful.

  “Jeez, Ashley! What is wrong with you?”

  Ashley's reply was mumbled around my cock.

  “Vivian, why do you want to hurt me?” There was such pain in her voice.

  “I don't even know you,” I sighed, pumping my hips, savoring the feel of Ashley's hot mouth around my cock. “Like I keep saying.”

  The blonde stood up and grabbed my chin, turning my face so I stared into her blue eyes—a stranger's eyes. “You really don't know me, Vivian?”

  “No.”

  She peered at me, then sighed. “What did you do? Did you cast a spell?”

  How did she know about that? “No,” I said, trying to sound bemused. “That's crazy.”

  She glanced at Ashley blowing my cock—that mouth felt wonderful—then asked me, “Is this what it's like for you? Women unable to resist their desire for you and you too horny to stop them.”

  “I guess.”

  “Lord, you really couldn't help yourself.” Pain filled her face. “Oh, Vivian, I'll find a way to fix you.”

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sp; “I don't need fixing.” I needed to ignore this blonde and concentrate on Ashley's mouth and that delightful tongue swirling around my cock. “Well, if you don't mind, I'm trying to have some fun here.”

  “I love you,” whispered the blonde, then she turned and left.

  I shrugged. She couldn't hurt me anymore.

  I stroked Ashley's red hair, savoring the delight of her tongue dancing around the head of my cock, pleasure thrilling through me. My eyes looked down at her heaving chest beneath my cock, so big and lovely, jiggling as she bobbed her head along my shaft.

  “That's it,” I groaned. “Love my girl-cock.”

  Those tits were so exciting. I needed to feel them wrapped around my cock, sliding up and down until my cum showered those lush melons in white. I couldn't wait.

  I pulled my cock from her lips; she moaned in protest and her green eyes blinked in confusion. I peeled off my jeans and panties, kicking off my sandals in the process. I walked to a nearby chair, swaying my ass and flashing a come-hither smile over my shoulder at Ashley. Then I peeled off my top, dropping it carelessly to the floor.

  It was freeing being naked in my dorm's communal lounge. My own sex den where I ruled as queen.

  I sat down with all the grace and beauty of a queen ascending her throne, my perfect breasts jiggling as I sat and my cock swaying. I spread my thighs, exposing my juicy pussy to Ashley's eyes; they widened.

  “You have both.” Her voice was full of awe.

  I crooked my finger at her. “I want to feel those tits sandwiching my cock.”

  “Someone could walk in,” she gasped as she stood up, crossing to me, unable to resist my cock. Thank you, Aphrodite for all your gifts.

  “That's what makes it so exciting.”

  She peeled off her crop top, her heavy breasts bouncing, topped by fat, dark-red nipples centered in areolas the size of silver dollars. “I guess it does make it exciting.”

  I licked my lips, squirming on the chair.

  “What happened to you, Vivian? You used to be so...”

  “Boring?” I suggested.

  “Yeah.” Ashley fell to her knees, those magnificent breasts bouncing. “Now, you're so wild.”

  “I grew a cock.”

  “Yes, you did,” she breathed, warmth caressing my cock. Her fingers reached out, tracing the folds of my pussy, sending shudders through me, then she ran up my throbbing cock, tracing the tip. “So wild.”

  I could only groan; her fingers felt wonderful.

  She grabbed her tits, lifting those pillows up and surrounding my cock in soft, warm, silky flesh, squeezing them together around me. Such a lovely sight. She slid them up and down, caressing me, pleasure shuddering through me. My hips twitched. I gasped, tossing my head. My fingers found my own nipples, rolling my pink nubs between them, waves of pleasure washing through my body, bathing my nerves in bliss.

  “That's it!” I groaned. “Work them tits!”

  “Do you like my beauties?”

  “Oh, yeah. I love them. Work those big babies up and down my cock!”

  “Your girl-cock?” she cooed.

  “Yes!”

  Her tits worked faster, friction burning hot. I pinched my own nipples, pulling on them as waves of electricity sparked through me. It was so unlike being in a woman's pussy. Her tits were soft and pliant, engulfing my cock in firm silk instead of gripping me with wet velvet.

  “Um, I love it! Love your tits!”

  “And do you love this?”

  Her tongue licked the tip of my cock on the down stroke. I groaned, thrusting my hips up, her lips briefly engulfing me, sucking hard before I popped out of her mouth. She slid her tips up, then back down and took another swipe with her tongue; another surge of pleasure shot through me.

  “Yes!” I gasped. “I love it! You delightful slut!”

  It was amazing. Her tits felt wonderful and her tongue felt magical. And at any moment another woman might walk in, a pair of lust-filled eyes to watch us fuck. Every stroke of her breasts and swipe of her pink tongue built the pressure inside me. My body tensed; that wonderful release neared. I moaned and groaned, working my nipples with my fingers, pinching and pulling. My breath quickened and the chair creaked as I writhed.

  “Oh, snap!” a woman cried out. “What the hell are you two doing?”

  “I'm giving Vivian a titty-fuck!” moaned Ashley.

  “What? How?” asked Monique, a gorgeous, Black coed with a nice pair of tits and a killer ass.

  She walked around Ashley, curiosity in her dark eyes. She gasped, licking her plump lips as she witnessed Ashley's tits surrounding my cock. Lust kindled in Monique's eyes, her thighs pressed together, and her breath quickened.

  I had a beautiful audience. My cock erupted. White cum jetted up, splattering Ashley's chin and falling down on her pillowy tits. Pleasure roared through me, pulsing every time my cock exploded. A second jet of cum landed in a string on Ashley's cheek and neck, staining her red hair white, then a third and fourth splattered more lines across her huge tits.

  “Fuck!” gasped Monique. “That is hot!”

  “Have a taste,” I groaned, savoring the shudders rippling through my body.

  “I can't,” muttered Monique.

  “Sure you can,” I panted, my body singing with my pleasure. “Look at that yummy cum on Ashley's tits.”

  “Yeah.” The redhead proffered her heavy tits, my cum running in milky rivulets down her curves. “Make Vivian happy and give 'em a lick!”

  The Black coed licked her lips. “I shouldn't.” She knelt. “It's so wrong.” She leaned down. “I'm no tramp.” Her tongue licked up a line of cum, her pink tongue carrying it into her mouth. “I don't fuck around.” She licked again, her tongue swirling around Ashley's nipple.

  “You sure you're not a tramp?” I asked, grinning as she ran her tongue around Ashley's dark-red nipple before sucking it into her hungry mouth.

  The nipple popped out of her mouth and Monique looked up, cum staining her lips as her eyes widened in shock. “Wow. Maybe I am.”

  “Just keep licking,” Ashley moaned. “Your mouth feels amazing!”

  The redhead grabbed Monique's shoulders, pulling the Black coed to her tits. Monique's face buried between those amazing, pillowy breasts. Ashley was maybe too enthusiastic at pulling Monique into her cleavage, and they fell back onto the carpet in a tangle of ivory and ebony limbs, Monique's lush ass waggling at me covered in a pair of booty shorts.

  My cock stirred, expanding to its full length as I leered at that delicious booty, while Monique feasted on my cum staining Ashley's neck and tits. I dropped to my knees, rubbing her ass through the tight shorts. She was plush and plump, a little cushion for the pushin'. I ripped her shorts down, exposing a pair of cute, ruffled, sky-blue panties. I pressed her crotch into her vulva, rubbing along her slit, wet warmth bleeding through and staining her gusset dark.

  I pulled down those cute panties. Her chocolate ass was gorgeous, and her pussy was pink surrounded by dark flesh. The air reeked of sweat and her tangy pussy, exciting my lust. I leaned down and took a long swipe up her slit, savoring her cream. And I kept licking up through her taint to her tasty asshole, swirling around her puckered anus.

  “Fuck!” Monique moaned as my tongue wormed into her sour asshole. I worked my tongue in deep, pushing it around, savoring the velvet tightness. I bet my cock would feel amazing reaming this tight hole.

  My cock throbbed. I wanted a piece of her ass.

  I rose up, smacking her rear with a stinging slap, her ebony cheeks jiggling. I shoved two fingers into my sopping pussy, getting a good coating of my own cream and shuddering with delight. I worked them in deep, and almost hated pulling them out. My fingers glistened with my feminine desire as I plunged them into her asshole, worming into her hot, tight bowels.

  “Shit!” gasped Monique. “You're not fucking my ass, right, Vivian?”

  “Oh, I am,” I purred, pulling my fingers out and shoving them back into my juicy pussy
, stirring my pot again; my cock throbbed with anticipation.

  I lubed her asshole until my fingers pumped in and out with ease, making obscene, wet noises as I reamed her. When I pulled my fingers away, her asshole gleamed with my juices. I gave her ass another slap. “Ready?”

  “Shit,” Monique moaned. “I guess.”

  “You'll love it, tramp!” I laughed. “Why don't you eat Ashley's pussy to take your mind off your anal deflowerment.”

  “Ohh, that sounds yummy,” Ashley giggled, sliding along the floor so Monique's face was now between her thighs. Monique pulled down Ashley's jean shorts and panties, exposing a thick, fiery bush. Monique's dark finger dipped into the flames, finding Ashley's clitoris; the redhead gasped and twitched her hips.

  Monique buried her face into Ashley's cunt. I buried my cock into Monique's ass.

  Hot, tight, velvet flesh surrounded me.

  I groaned. It was fantastic. Pleasure rippled through me as I reamed her. The friction drove me to fuck her harder and faster. Her asscheeks jiggled as I plunged into her. Monique gasped and moaned as she devoured Ashley's cunt, her hips pressing back into my strokes.

  “Fuck! Fuck!” groaned Ashley. “Shit! Have you eaten pussy before, Monique? Because you are dynamite!”

  “Are you a carpet muncher?” I moaned, giving that delightful rear a slap, watching her dark flesh jiggle. “Do you love cunt?”

  “Yes!” Monique moaned. “I love to spread a girl open and dip my tongue into her pink and taste her excitement!”

  I plowed into Monique's ass, her butt-cheeks rippling and jiggling with the force of my stroke; her face pressed deeper into Ashley's cunt. The redhead's body shifted, her tits quavering. She grasped her dark-red nipples, flakes of my drying cum still staining her mounds, and pinched them, pulling them up as she tossed her head back and forth.

  Lust boiled in the room. Every time I inhaled, I could smell the sweat and excitement. Salt and tart and tang all mixed together. I gripped Monique's hips as I pounded her, delighting in the feel of her asscheeks slapping against my groin when I buried my cock all the way into her, then shuddering as I drew back out her tight hole. Then I thrust back in, my own tits bouncing and heaving, my dusky nipples dancing.