by Reed James
Such a delight.
As I nursed, I thought about everything. Then I shivered. What was I doing? I was trying to convince Ms. Young that I loved her. That I cared for her. And here I was falling apart because another woman was being fucked by Cheryl-Lyn and...
Strawberry was being fucked by Cheryl-Lyn. It may not have happened yet, but it would. Aphrodite's futas never failed to seduce any woman. Strawberry, no matter how straight she was, was out there parting her thighs for that futa.
And yet, I'd seen Ms. Young being fucked so many times by Ester and Cheryl-Lyn and Tabitha and all the other futas here. They'd fucked us both. But it never sickened me. It never made me weep and cry or feel humiliated, like Cheryl-Lyn was usurping what I wanted to be mine.
Why not? It was like I never cared that she was being fucked like I cared about...
I paused in my suckling. I swirled the milk in my mouth as I stared up at Ms. Young. Her face had softened, some of its predatory gleam gone. But not wholly removed. It was still there, that strength of personality that kept her going for a thousand years.
“You're starting to understand,” Ms. Young said. “Now that you've met this Strawberry. You're starting to realize just how shallow your feelings for me are. You've never been in love with me, not really. You just confused what you felt for me for that.”
I swallowed the milk and popped my mouth off her nipple. “I...” I frowned. “You're just so beautiful and perfect.”
“I know,” she said, cupping my face. “And you're so cute and innocent. And you're in love. And that's a beautiful thing for a maiden to experience.”
“Only she's out there on the plain with Cheryl-Lyn. She's getting fucked right now.”
“Yes, she is,” Ms. Young said, her words so brutal and direct. “She's taking that futa's dick in her cunt or asshole right now.” She drew me closer to her face. “And that's okay. Because she's not going to fall in love with Cheryl-Lyn.”
“How do you know that?” I asked, my voice breaking. “She'll be her slut.”
“You're already Cheryl-Lyn's slut,” Ms. Young said. “Just a few days ago, you let her fuck you in the ass while she had you milked like a human cow. And you loved it. You came so hard. You screamed your little head off.”
I blushed, shifting, remembering that wonderful milking. I had cum so hard.
“And you're my little slut, too,” Ms. Young said. Something naughty glinted in her eyes. “I'll prove it to you that love and fucking aren't the same thing. Despite how much you love Strawberry, you will do any nasty deed I request. Won't you?”
I shuddered at the directness of her words. My futa-cock throbbed and itched. I nodded my head.
She rolled onto her hands and knees, her tits swaying, her clit-dick thrusting down between her thighs from her pussy. I licked my lips as she stared at me, such hunger in her eyes. “Rim my ass, slut. I want you to eat it out while stroking my cock.”
“Yes, Ms. Young,” I moaned.
“Move it, you little virgin-whore,” she hissed.
I gasped and moved with alacrity to please her. I scooted down the bed behind her. Her black bush was thick between her thighs, growing around her jutting futa-dick. Her pussy lips peeked through, pink and wet. But I went for her rear. I grasped her butt-cheeks and parted them, revealing her brown, puckered sphincter.
I breathed in as I leaned closer, smelling the mix of her tart pussy juices and her sour ass. A hungry lust shot through me. My virgin snatch clenched and my girl-cock throbbed. I pressed my face between her butt-cheeks and licked her asshole.
“That's it, you nasty slut,” Ms. Young cooed. “Oh, yes, you're my little virgin whore. You'll do anything I want.”
“Anything,” I moaned before I worshiped her asshole.
I rimmed her tongue, the words echoing through my mind. I loved Strawberry and yet I was Ms. Young's slut. Ester and Cheryl-Lyn's slut. It excited me. Made my dick so hard, my pussy so wet. I swirled my tongue across Ms. Young's asshole, tasting her sour musk, making her groan and purr.
I gave her pleasure. And that made my heart race. I shifted my hips, such an exhilaration surging through me as I ate her asshole. I pushed my tongue against it, wiggling it into her as I marveled at the joy it gave me. No wonder I mistook this for love.
“You nasty slut!” hissed Ms. Young. “Just a little hussy.”
No wonder she always used such dirty words with me, always calling me such nasty names. Because I was those things for her. Not her love, but her devoted slave pleasuring her body with my mouth, my tongue, my fingers, my girl-cock.
My tongue wiggled into her asshole. Her puckered sphincter parted for me. She let out a groaning moan, shifting and wiggling her hips. Her body trembled as I pumped my tongue in and out of her anal sheath, fucking her bowels with it while savoring the nasty flavor of her ass.
“Ooh, yes,” she groaned. “That's it, you nasty slut.”
I was a nasty slut. A virgin-whore. A hussy and a loose woman. I was all those things for Ms. Young.
I reached around her body, grasping her girl-dick. It twitched and throbbed in my hand, so warm and hard, yet soft at the same time. That strange contradictory feel of a cock. I pumped my hand up and down her shaft as I swirled my tongue through her bowels.
Another heady rush shot through me as I pleasured her. My own dick was so hard, my pussy so wet. My flesh begged to be touched, but I focused everything on her. While my right hand fisted her futa-cock, my left found the virgin folds of her pussy.
Like me, her hymen always regrew. We served Hestia, the Goddess of Virgins. We had to always be pure, no matter how much sluts we were.
I rubbed her dripping flesh, her silky pubic hairs caressing my stroking fingers. I stroked her cock so fast, my tongue probing as deep as I could into her asshole. She moaned and gasped, wiggling her hips.
“You fucking hussy!” she groaned, voice so throaty. “Yes, yes, yes, that's how you please me! You're my whore! Say it!”
“You're whore, Ms. Young!” I moaned, my pussy clenching, my juices so wet and dripping.
My tongue shoved into her asshole. My fingers caressed her pussy lips faster and faster, stroking her silky flesh. She groaned and gasped. She shook her body. Her moans echoed through the room. I loved it.
And then it happened. She came.
“Hestia! Thank you for this nasty virgin-slut!” she cried out to our goddess.
Her futa-dick throbbed in my hand. I felt the cum firing out of her dick and splashing on the sheets of our bed. Her asshole writhed about my tongue. Hot juices flooded out of her cunt, coating my fingers. She shuddered and writhed, her moans sang through the room.
I gave her this pleasure. Such a thrill shot through me. Another heady rush of pleasure that increased my horniness. I needed to be fucked so hard. I was so eager for it. To be used like a slut by Ms. Young.
“Oh, you fucking whore!” she moaned. “Ooh, yes, now lick it up.”
“Lick it up?” I asked, raising my face from her butt-cheeks.
“My cum soaking into the blankets. Don't waste it!”
She crawled away from me, gasping and panting. I looked down at the stain spreading on the blankets, the sheets drinking up her pearly jizz. A hunger shot through me. I bent down and sucked up her girl-spunk off the sheets, loving the slick feel of her jizz and the salty taste in my mouth.
As I did, she moved around the bed. The mattress creak and shook as she positioned herself behind me. Her girl-cock nudged my rump as I sucked on the sheets, enjoying the cum that the linen had absorbed.
I felt like a slut, especially when her dick slid between the cheeks of my ass and nudged at my sphincter.
I could still taste her sour ass on my mouth as she buggered me. I moaned into the sheets as her girl-dick reamed into my bowels to the hilt. My velvety sheath spread wide for her cock, lubed by her precum.
“Ms. Young!” I squealed, the velvety heat radiating to my pussy, already on the edge of boiling from pleasing her.
“My little anal whore!” she hissed, drawing back her cock and slamming it back into my asshole. “Ooh, you just love it up the ass!”
“I do,” I groaned, my virgin pussy and hot bowels clenching. The friction of her dick ramming into my asshole increased. “I love it in all my holes!”
“Virgin slut!” she groaned. “Hestia, what a little hussy you sent me. So wonderfully nasty!”
I shivered, her compliments rippling through me. They sent such a dizzy wave through me. I couldn't believe it. I was exactly what she called me. A hussy. A slut. A virgin whore. I loved it. I shuddered and bucked into her, my body drinking in the wonderful delight of her girl-cock plowing over and over into my body.
I whimpered and groaned. My eyes rolled back into my head. The pleasure shot through me. I gasped and panted, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. My dick throbbed. Her every thrust into my bowels sent a jolt of rapture to the tip of my girl-cock. The itch swelled there. That growing ache that needed relief.
“Ms. Young!” I gasped as her crotch smacked into my rump. Her dick slammed into me again. The friction was incredible. “Yes, yes, yes! Hestia! Thank you for letting me be her slut! For guiding me to her!”
My orgasm exploded through me. My asshole writhed about her cock. Pleasure shot out of my virgin cunt, convulsing in rapture. My futa-dick erupted. Hot cum splashed on the sheets, soaking into the greedy linen. I moaned and groaned, my little tits jiggling beneath me as I shuddered.
Ecstasy splashed into my mind. My bowels sucked at her dick, wanting her to cum into me. But she didn't. She ripped her cock out of my asshole and brought her dirty shaft to my pure, virgin pussy. My eyes widened.
“Fuck my cunt, Ms. Young!” I moaned, knowing she wanted this. “I don't care that it was just in my asshole. Ram it into me!”
“Virgin slut!” she hissed and thrust.
She popped my cherry.
My hymen tore. That sharp flash of pain shot through me followed by the tsunami of pleasure. She buried into my still-cumming cunt. My flesh spasmed about her girl-dick as she stretched my tight snatch to its limits.
My back arched. My black hair flew about my face. I screamed out in such pleasure as she drew back and slammed her dick over and over into my pussy. My cunt washed her cock clean. I buffed her futa-dick. My purity washed her shaft of all my dirty ass.
I groaned and gasped, the depravity of my lusts, my willingness to do anything for this futa, shot through me. My orgasm spasmed a second time through my body. More futa-cum spurted from my dick. My cum splattered the bed. I groaned and whimpered. My eyes rolled back into my head. I stirred my hips around, loving the feel of her cock slamming over and over into my writhing depths.
“Oh, yes, you love my girl-dick,” Ms. Young moaned. “You're so eager for my spunk to flood your snatch.”
“So eager, Ms. Young!” I gasped. “Cum in me! Flood my pussy!”
“You're begging just like that woman!” hissed Ms. Young. “Right now, she's on her hands and knees aching for Cheryl-Lyn to do the same thing.”
I pictured my Strawberry writhing in the same ecstasy that gripped my body, her red hair flying about her face as she screamed out the same words that burst from my lips: “Cum in me! Flood my slutty cunt with your jizz!”
I shuddered as my orgasm intensified. I screamed out in rapture the same way Strawberry did. The only difference, she didn't have a girl-dick spurting blast after blast of cum. She didn't get to experience the rapture of having a cock erupt along with her pussy spasming.
But she did have a cunt convulsing around a futa's dick. Her pussy did beg for that cum, so eager for it. I slammed my hips back into Ms. Young's hard thrust, her girl-dick burying to the hilt in me, her crotch smacking into my ass.
“Just fill me to the brim with your cum!” I howled, and knew Strawberry felt the same rapture out there on the plain. “Please, do it!”
“You virgin-slut!” howled Ms. Young.
She buried her thick girl-cock to the hilt in me. I groaned as her futa-cum erupted. Her jizz fired into me. Blast after blast of spunk flooded my hungry pussy. I milked her dick, squeezing out every drop as rapture flooded my mind.
Stars burst across my vision.
My scream echoed through the bunkroom.
Ms. Young moaned as she flooded my pussy.
And out there on the plain, Strawberry shuddered in rapture as Cheryl-Lyn filled her pussy to the hilt with blast after blast of hot girl-cum. The woman I loved whimpered as she felt that wonderful moment.
It was amazing.
I collapsed forward, sliding off her girl-dick, sprawling in the large wet spot made by my erupting dick. My own cum rubbed on my belly as I squirmed and whimpered. More jizz ran out of my pussy, flooding out of me as my hymen regrew, trapping the rest of Ms. Young in me.
Ms. Young pressed her busty form into my back. She nuzzled into my ear and whispered, “So if you can still love Strawberry even though you're my slut, why can't she love you back?”
I shivered. The hope rose before me, that narrow ledge promising such bliss if I could just make it across without falling into the pain of crushing despair. But I couldn't be afraid. Ms. Young was right. Strawberry had come to talk to me. It had to be important.
And I just had to believe her feelings would withstand Cheryl-Lyn's loving out there on the plain.
“You're right, Ms. Young,” I said.
“I know,” she said and nipped my ear. “I'm older and wiser than you, after all.”
The rest of the day dragged. It just took forever for time to pass. I was so eager for Strawberry to return. Only afternoon and evening milkings passed at all swiftly, and they were just a blur of moaning and cumming and fantasying about all the things that Cheryl-Lyn did to Strawberry.
Finally, as the sun set, two figures rode into the ranch. I shuddered, waiting before the stables as they approached. My eyes were on Strawberry. She looked half-dazed, a huge smile on her lips, the type of smile a woman wore after being thoroughly fucked.
She dismounted from her horse, half-stumbling from fatigue. The crotch of her jeans were soaked with cum and pussy juices. I took a deep breath as she faced me. My heart pounded faster and faster. I stepped up to her.
“Hey,” I said. “You wanted to talk?”
I waited to find out if I would make it across the precipice to bliss or to find out if her rejection would send me crashing into pain.
To be continued...
Futa HuCow's Sweet Passion
Futa HuCow's Love Life 3
(A story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)
by
Reed James
Futa HuCow's Sweet Passion
My heart thudded. I had never felt such intense pressure squeezing my insides as I waited to find out Strawberry's answer. Why did she come to the ranch? To talk to me? Or just to go on a cowgirl tour? And has going out on the tour with Cheryl-Lyn changed her? It was obvious the blonde futa-cowgirl had ridden Strawberry hard. The redhead's jeans were soaked with futa-cum and pussy juices. She must have been fucked over and over by the horny futa. Strawberry's face glowed from all her orgasms, a dazed look still lingered in her green eyes.
All day I had waited for her returned, dreading it and longing for it. My pussy tingled with desire, my clit throbbing to transform into a futa-dick, as I waited to find out if Strawberry was here to apologize and let me down, or to confess that she cared for me. That she found an excuse to visit the ranch where I lived and worked as a futa-HuCow. That she needed to talk to me and came here since I hadn't been back to the cafe where she worked since our kiss.
Since her rejection.
Strawberry opened her mouth. My entire body tensed, the fear and hope and lust and love all surged through me at once, a helter-skelter of emotions that I couldn't even parse and separate. “Iseul, I—”
“Boy, did I ride this filly hard,” Cheryl-Lyn said, the blonde cowgirl smacking Strawberry on the ass and then gave her a hard squeeze. �
��You shoulda heard her squealin' on my futa-cock out there, Iseul.” Cheryl-Lyn's busty breasts jiggled in her tied-off cowboy shirt, leaving her tanned midriff bare. “Ain't that right, sugar?”
“Yeah,” Strawberry said, her cheeks going crimson. She looked away from me.
“Just my cute, little slut.” Cheryl-Lyn had a huge grin on her face. She and her futa-wife owned the T&P Ranch. They came up with the idea of producing Futa Milk, made from human breast milk mixed with futa cum. So they organized their HuCow dairy farm to make it. When they weren't selling their product, they gave cowgirl tours of the Texan plains, either a day trip or up to a week out seeing the sights. And if there were any women on the trip, they were fucked hard. Made into sluts and whores for Cheryl-Lyn and her wife Ester.
Just like the woman I had fallen in love with had been a slut for Cheryl-Lyn today.
“I'm tellin' you, Iseul, she just squealed. You Daughters of Hestia are really missin' out on having fun with the fillies.”
Though Cheryl-Lyn and I were both futas, we served different Goddesses. We both had clits that transformed into big, throbbing girl-dicks. But I served the Goddess of Maidens and Purity causing my pussy to always be virginal, my hymen always regrowing not long after being deflowered. Cheryl-Lyn, and the vast majority of futas in the world, served Aphrodite. The Goddess of Love and Beauty made her futas as gorgeous as supermodels, and so attractive they made any woman who came near them horny.
So horny, they'd all surrender to the futas' desires and become their sluts.
“Strawberry, I just wanna give you my gratitude for how friendly you were today before you leave.” Cheryl-Lyn then leaned in and, my stomach twisting, Strawberry's lips melt against the futa-cowgirl's.
The woman I loved couldn't help herself. She just moaned and shuddered, her nipples poking at the front of her top, her hips swaying from side-to-side as her tongue wrestled with Cheryl-Lyn's. The futa-cowgirl's left hand, the one not occupied groping Strawberry's ass, cupped one of the woman's round breasts through her top, groping it.
