by Reed James
Strawberry moaned, sounding so wanton, so much like a whore. My pussy grew wetter and wetter. My clit just wanted to explode into a dick. My nipples were hard atop my small breasts. I rubbed my hands together, my skin that pale-olive hue of a Korean. Their kiss just kept going and going, their tongues dancing faster, harder.
Cheryl-Lyn's futa-cock sprouted. I let out a groan. She was going to fuck Strawberry right in front of me, showing me just how much of a slut the woman I loved was. I took a deep breath. I wouldn't be hurt by this. I understood now. I was a slut for Cheryl-Lyn, too. For Ester, and for Ms. Young, who was the only other futa-priestess of Hestia in the world beside me.
Being a slut didn't change how I felt. If Strawberry cared for me, devouring Cheryl-Lyn's face wouldn't change how she felt about me. Hopefully. I still shuddered with trepidation. My hands clenched and relaxed as my heart pounded in my chest. It wanted to burst out of me. I sucked in deep breaths, fighting against the growing tension.
I needed to know.
“Um,” I said, forcing myself to speak up. I couldn't just let this continue on without saying anything. I couldn't be passive right now. I had to assert myself. I took a deep breath, my heart racing in my chest. “Cheryl-Lyn?”
The futa-cowgirl broke the kiss, leaving Strawberry panting, her green eyes even more dazed. The young waitress swayed, licking her lips, savoring the taste of Cheryl-Lyn's lips. I wanted to kiss those lips again.
The memory of our passionate kiss a few days ago, brought on by Strawberry's first ever taste of futa-milk and the orgasm it triggered in her, burned across my own lips.
“Oh, right,” Cheryl-Lyn said. “You came here to talk to the cutie right here.” Cheryl-Lyn gave Strawberry's breast another squeeze. “You two know each other, don't you?”
“She comes into my brother's restaurant,” said Strawberry, her eyes blinking. “We, uh, yes, I need to talk to her, but...” She stared down at the futa-cowgirl's hardon tenting her jean shorts.
“Oh, Iseul can scratch that little itch in your pussy real nice,” the futa-cowgirl said. “As for me, my missuses will be itchin' to hear 'bout our romp. She'll take care of me and... Speak of the pretty devil, there's my Ester.”
The blonde cowgirl bounded away, her breasts heaving. She flew to her house where her dark-haired and slender futa-wife waited on the porch. Cheryl-Lyn threw herself into Ester's embrace, their lips meeting in a hot kiss, arms entwined about each other, hands groping each other. Ester pulled the knot on Cheryl-Lyn's top. Big, bountiful breasts spilled out.
“Oh, they're just gonna do it... right here,” Strawberry said, her voice tight. “That's... I mean...”
“Well, didn't your afternoon out on the trail with Cheryl-Lyn show you what Aphrodite's futas are like?”
Strawberry's face twitched, her cheeks still so red, contrasting with her tanned flesh. Her left arm gripped her right wrist, biting her lip. “Yeah... I didn't expect that to happen on the trail. I mean... Oh, god, this is...”
“Awkward?” I said, feeling like our conversation took place on a frozen lake, the ice cracking and groaning beneath our feet. If we made any sudden moves, it would plunge us into the frigid depths.
“Yeah,” she said. She took a deep breath, looking around. Then down at herself. “Oh, Lord, I am a mess. She just...”
“Yeah,” I nodded, breathing in. I could smell the mix of her sweet pussy and Cheryl-Lyn's salty cum. I wanted to eat her out right now. I wished I had the Aphrodite futa's lust aura or pheromones or whatever turned women around them into horny sluts. It would be so easy to seduce Strawberry into loving me if she desired me.
“This isn't how I wanted to do this.” She took a deep breath. “Can we... talk?”
“Aren't we, uh, doing that?”
“I mean, is there somewhere private that we could... you know?”
I threw a look around. Other HuCows were lounging around, talking, laughing, relaxing. A large group were on the porch of the bunkhouse, laughing and giggling as they watched Ester fall to her knees and sucked Cheryl-Lyn's futa-cock into her hungry mouth. The black-haired beauty bobbed her mouth hard on the blonde's shaft.
Then I spotted the milking barn. The bottling was finished for the day, the shipment ready to go out in the early morning to Austin for the delivery to the various health stores and high-end grocery stores that stocked it for the women of Austin's pleasure.
“Come on,” I said, taking her hand without realizing it.
A heat ran through me at the feel of her silky hand. Flashes of this hand fisting Cheryl-Lyn's cock, squeezing her big breasts, and fingering her hot pussy filled my mind. I shuddered, my pussy clenching as I led her across the yard.
She followed, clinging to my grip. My cheeks burned. I most be blushing as bright as her. My heart sped up faster and faster. I licked my lips, my hips shifting and shaking. I sucked in deep breaths, my heart beating so fast. I licked my lips, the pressure swelling and swelling in my chest, so tight.
It grew quieter inside the corrugated walls of the milking barn. Pipes and hoses ran across the ceiling from all the stalls where us futa-HuCows were milked. The collection vats were at the far end, large holding tanks each the size of a small car and made of shiny stainless steel.
In the center of the room, I turned around I stared at here. “Okay, uh, let's talk.”
“So... you have a crush on me?”
So direct. “Yeah.” I squirmed. “I know you're straight and all, well, I mean...”
“After today, can I say I'm straight?” she asked. “That was a... life-changin' experience out there on the plain. But... I mean, you were makin' me question myself before.”
“Because of the futa-milk?”
She looked away, rubbing her wrist again. Her breasts rose and fell as she sucked in deep breaths. “I didn't handle that well. I kinda...”
“Panicked?” I suggested.
A smile crossed her lips. “Yeah, like a cat turnin' around and findin' a cucumber behind her. Just freaked out.”
I smiled back for a moment, remembering all those fun YouTube videos of cats freaking out when people place a cucumber behind them. Then my heart tightened. Why did she freak out? In a straining voice, I asked, “Did you freak out because you didn't like kissing me?”
“No.” She said that quickly. “I liked it. A lot. But it just... I mean, I was realin' from the orgasm that naughty futa-milk gave me.” A twinkle grew in her eye. I think she understood why it had that salty aftertaste now. “But I couldn't understand if it was cummin' so hard that had me likin' the kiss, or if I liked you.”
“And?”
“And, it made me think. I mean”—her smile grew as she spoke—“I knew you was gay and all and fancyin' me. You wanted to get in my pants and at my pussy and all. It always gave me an excited thrill, like I was playin' with somethang dangerous, you know. Standin' on a cliff edge or watchin' a scary movie, you know.”
“I think so.”
“But after I freaked out and calmed down, I thought 'bout it. I... liked it because it was you.”
Joy swelled in me. Was this really happening? Did she actually like me. “So... when I never came back...?”
“I thought I chased you off.” Pain crossed her face. “That you took my rejection badly. I mean, not that I blame you, Iseul. It couldn't have been purtee seein' the girl you were crushin' on runnin' away like you had leprosy or somethang. So, I found an excuse to come out here. Booked me a tour. It sounded fun, and figured we could talk. Maybe, you could have even given me a tour.”
I blinked. “Well, I'm no cowgirl. I have no idea how to act out there.”
“Well, given how little of the plains I really saw. I mean, I spent most of it with...” Her words trailed off. “Maybe I shouldn't be talkin' 'bout fuckin' another futa when I'm confessin' my heart to you.”
I took her hand, squeezing it. “No, no. I understand. I'm a slut for a futa, too. But that doesn't change my heart. Just because I worship another, let her use
me hard, doesn't mean I don't love you.”
“Even if you was cummin' like the biggest slut in the world,” Strawberry added.
I nodded my head. “Aphrodite's futas just make women into sluts. It's nothing to be ashamed of or anything. It would happen to any woman.”
“Well, that's somethang,” she said. She squeezed my hand. “'Cause if Cheryl-Lyn walked in here and told me to drop my jeans, I'd probably do it.”
“No, you'd absolutely do it,” I said, a smile growing on my lips. “Futa-slut.”
She gave me a shy grin back that grew naughtier and naughtier. “I guess it takes one to no one.”
I winked at her. It felt nice to embrace who I was. To finally understand why I behaved the way I do. I didn't love Ms. Young like I'd thought all these years. I was just her slut. I was devoted to the dominating and powerful woman.
“So...” I said. “You like me.”
“I like you,” she said, nodding back. She took a step closer, leaned in, and kissed me.
And boy that was amazing. I groaned as our lips melted together. I felt like they almost became one. Moving, working, loving each other. She was so hot and tasted salty, the lingering flavor of Cheryl-Lyn's futa-cum. A hot throb shot through my body. My clit itched to become a girl-cock and enjoy her right now.
But I didn't want to break the kiss. Not when such pleasure surged through me. Such passion that had my heart beating and quivering. Our tongues dueled, dancing with each other as she took another step closer.
Our bodies touched. Our breasts, through our clothing, pressed together. Her hands went to my hips, holding me. Mine went around her neck. We groaned, our bodies melting together the same way our mouths had.
Fireworks exploded through my soul, igniting in victory. All the pain of the last few days vanished, swallowed up by the surge of blissful joy radiating through me. My pussy grew juicier and juicier as the salty flavor on her lips became stronger.
I hungered. I wanted to eat more of that cum. And it was in her pussy.
But was it too soon to propose going down on her? We're we girlfriends now? Lovers? Should I make a move? Grab her breasts? Cup her ass? A flutter of panic rose in my heart. I whimpered into her mouth, squirming.
Her hands moved. They slid around my hips and cupped my ass through my work jeans. She squeezed me, pulling us so tight. I could feel her nipples through our clothing, twin points of stiff arousal that brushed my own. Sparks jetted down to my pussy.
To my twitching clit.
She made her move. I could touch her. She wanted this to be physical. I moved my hand down to her ass, cupping her rump through her denim. I squeezed so hard. We both kissed harder, faster. Our tongues dueled with each other as our moans echoed through the milking barn.
And then she broke the kiss. She rubbed her nose against mine, her green eyes smoky. “Mmm, that was nice. Kissing you. I didn't do a lot of that with Cheryl-Lyn.”
“I imagine you didn't,” I said, squeezing her ass. “I bet she just kept pumping her girl-dick in and out of your pussy.”
“Oh, Lord, she did,” Strawberry moaned, her cheeks burning with her flush again. “I'm drippin' with her cum.”
“I know,” I said, unable to hide my hunger.
Her eyes widened. “Iseul, are you implyin' you wanna lick that pearly jism out of my twat?”
I nodded my head and licked my lips.
“My words, but you are a naughty one.” She nuzzled her nose against mine. “I mean, I'm normally not a 'jump in bed on the first date' type of gal, but after the day I had, well, seems like I'd just be a hypocrite if I didn't let you. And you're so cute. I'd love to see your face starin' up at me from between my thighs.”
I didn't have to hear another word. I fell to my knees, so eager for this. I stared at her soaked crotch. My hands went to her belt, narrow and made of dark leather. I pulled at it, undoing it while she peeled off her top. Her glorious breasts bounced naked before me. She leaned back against a support beam, staring down at me as her tits jiggled, her pink nipples so hard.
“You're just so eager for me, eh, sugar?” she asked as I attacked her jean's fastener.
“So eager,” I groaned as I undid her jeans and ripped her fly open, her zipper rasping down. Her bright bush, matted with pearly cum, peeked through. Her panties were missing.
I bet I know what happened to them.
I nuzzled into her silky pubic hair as I pulled down her jeans. I felt her silky strands caress my lips and cheeks as I sucked the salty jism out of her hair. That wonderful, creamy texture coated my tongue. I loved it, shivering as she wiggled her hips, peeling her jeans down her toned, tanned legs.
I pushed those thighs apart as I nuzzled lower through her pubic hair. She grew hotter and wetter. I licked up more of the jizz staining her bush, tasting her sweet pussy for the first time. And then I was nuzzling into her snatch, futa-cum dripping out of her.
My tongue danced through her hot folds. She let out a whimper and squirmed. Her hips wiggled. She smeared that messy snatch across my mouth, coating me in her juices and the futa-cowgirl's spunk. I loved it. Fluids dribbled down my chin and cheeks as I plunged my tongue deep into her hot snatch, searching for every drop of cum in my girlfriend's pussy.
My girlfriend...
My heart beat faster, pumping buzzing joy through my body.
“Oh, sugar, that feels sooooooo good.” Her back arched, her breasts bouncing above me. “Iseul, that's amazin'. Lord, I love it.”
I shuddered, my tongue flicking through her folds as my pussy clenched. My clit begged to grow into a futa-dick as I scooped Cheryl-Lyn's futa-spunk out of my girlfriend's juicy twat. Sweet cream and salty jizz filled my mouth, such a wonderful treat.
Then I sealed my lips around her pussy's entrance and sucked. She gasped, bucking, as the fluids pumped deep into her twat poured into my mouth. A wonderful flood of salty cum seasoned with the sweetest snatch in the world. I loved it. Such a heady thrill went through me.
“Lord Almighty, that's amazin'!” moaned Strawberry. “Oh, sugar, you are just goin' to town on me. I love it!”
So did I.
I feasted on her. My nose brushed her clit as I sucked more of that wonderful cum out of her twat. The creamy spunk, mixed with her sweet juices, poured down my throat and warmed my belly. I shuddered on the floor of the milking barn, my heart beating a mile a minute. So good. So worth all the pain. To find such sweet love.
Her breasts jiggled as she bucked against my sucking mouth. She sang out her pleasure as my eyes locked on her heaving breasts. She tanned topless, her tits as evenly golden as the rest of her. I shuddered, my hands sliding up her body, my olive flesh paler than hers. I reached her tits, cupped them, feeling their firm softness, that wonderful contradiction.
I kneaded them. Played with them. I dug my fingers into her flesh as I devoured her pussy. She groaned more, her nipples waving atop her jiggling tits. My fingers moved, sliding up her mounds until I found her nubs.
“Iseul!” she moaned. “My sugary Iseul, yes! Yes! Such a sweetie! Lord, you're drivin' me wild. I'm fixin' to cum so hard on your hungry mouth.”
“Good,” I moaned before my tongue attacked her clit.
I flicked against her pink nub peeking out of her pussy lips while my fingers twisted and played with her nipples. She moaned and squirmed. Her tits bounced and jiggled as her body convulsed in pleasure. Her juices flowed. Her face twisted.
I could feel her pleasure building and building. It was so wonderful to give her this pleasure. It wasn't the satisfaction I took in worshiping Ms. Young and fulfilling her desires. This was something purer. A joy at loving this woman. At giving her simple pleasure knowing that she didn't demand it, but that I offered it to her because I cared. Because she'd stolen my heart.
And knowing that she would return equal loving to me. Not to satiate her own desires, but because she had to love me back.
Our eyes met as she heaved. Our souls stared at each other for this one moment
.
And then she came.
“Iseul!” she moaned. “My sugary Iseul!”
Sweet cream flooded out of her pussy and into my hungry mouth. Her body convulsed. Strawberry's moans echoed through the barn. Her red hair flew about her face. Her fiery bush tickled my nose and cheeks as she ground on me. I pressed my lips into her folds, drinking her ambrosia.
“Oh, Lord, yes!” she howled.
I was so grateful to Hestia for bringing her into my life.
My own pussy burned and ached, but I ignored my lust, giving my lover all the pleasure I could. I licked and sucked and nuzzled. I kept her cumming and cumming as I enjoyed her sweet juices. They spilled down my chin and neck, reaching the neckline of my work t-shirt, soaking it. My body quivered as she moaned.
I twisted her nipples, playing with them, giving her that one more added delight to the rapture flowing through her body. Her back arched. Her eyes were so wide with the simple joy bursting through her body.
“Oh, my Lord!” she moaned, heaving. “Iseul, I need to love you. I need to return the favor.”
I pulled my face from her snatch, grinning at her. “If you want to. I mean, I could just lick your pussy forever.”
“And as fun as that is,” she said, shuddering, “it doesn't give you any pleasure. You ain't my slut. And I ain't yours. Lovers don't just use each other.”
“Lovers...” I said that word like it was the greatest ever invented. And wasn't it? Love made life worth living. To have it inside of you, to share it with someone despite the pain and the risk of grief, it was something you needed. Something that you craved. It left you feeling so open, so exposed and vulnerable.
So it was wonderful when that other person wrapped you up in the safety of their arms and kissed you.
Mmm, I loved the kissing.
Strawberry had fallen to her knees during my reverie and planted her lips hard on my lips. She tasted her own pussy as she pushed me to the rush-strewn floor of the milking barn. I shuddered, squirming on it as her naked body settled on mine. She squirmed her hips, rubbing her crotch into mine.
