by Reed James
Then we leaned down and, together, licked the tip of her girl-cock. It was so impossible that she had this. I could see it thrusting from the lips of her pussy. My tongue bathed her cock, loving the taste of her precum, the way the salty delight made me shiver and moan. My cheek pressed into Haunani's. Our tongues brushed, lips touching.
Then we were kissing around the dick.
“The Hula girls are sucking on my dicks!” groaned Kanani, her small tits jiggling.
“Enjoy it,” groaned Professor Desjardins.
I know we were, our lips pressed to the dick and each other, the spongy crown partly between us as our tongues met, swirling over it, gathering that yummy precum. My pussy was on fire. My hips wiggled, dancing still to the beat. It was almost like I was noho dancing, the hula dance performed while sitting.
It was so hot, so naughty. I groaned, breaking the kiss with Haunani to engulfed the entirety of Kanani's dick in my mouth. She squealed, her tits jiggling as she bounced faster and faster on Professor Desjardins's big cock. My girlfriend went low, nuzzling at the Hawaiian girl's pussy filled by huge girl-dick.
That made her squeal even more.
“Her cock is her clit, i'iwi!” squealed Haunani. “This is so amazing.”
I only moaned about the girl-dick in my mouth in agreement. My tongue scooped up the delicious precum, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. Around us, the others fucked, savoring their naughty fun, heaving, groaning, gasping.
It was so naughty. So hot. The drums beat, the fire roared, the futas moaned.
Then Haunani was pressing at my lips, kissing me as I blew my first futa-cock. I shuddered, knowing what she wanted. I popped my lips off the dick, letting my girlfriend suck on it. She was so excited, she practically inhaled it.
I moved lower, wanting to see up close what futas were like. Kanani's dick thrust from the folds of her pussy where her clit should be. And another cock, one of pale ivory, filled her cunt. Professor Desjardins's pussy was equally as beautiful, her labia wrapped about her dick, her vulva glistening with her feminine excitement.
I licked the professor's pussy, tasting her sweet musk, then up into Kanani's equally sweet cunt. I licked around the plunging futa-cock as Kanani bounced up and down, both futas moaning and groaning in pure delight.
“Aphrodite, yes,” groaned Professor Desjardins.
Her pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out of her twat as she came. I shuddered, realizing her cum was pumping into Kanani's cunt. Such heat rippled out of my snatch. I stared at that pulsing dick filling Kanani with futa-jizz.
“Yes, yes, yes, Professor,” gasped the futa. “Oh, Goddess, yes!”
Then her juices gushed around the professor's girl-cock. Haunani gasped and swallowed noisily. Kanani flooded my girlfriend's mouth with futa-jizz. I moved my mouth up to Haunani's lips, kissing the edges as the futa filled her mouth with cum.
“Let me taste!” I moaned.
Haunani ripped her mouth off the dick, her cheeks bulging. She kissed me so hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. My eyes widened. Her tongue was covered in futa-jizz. Thick and creamy. I groaned as it swirled around in my mouth. A hot shudder rippled through my body as our tongues dueled. I loved the taste of her futa-jizz.
It was amazing.
Spectacular.
I shuddered, sucking on her tongue while the pleasure rippled through my body. Our tongues sucked on each other. The dizzying pleasure rippled through me. My eyes squeezed shut as we passed the naughty flavor back and forth.
“There's more in my pussy,” the sweet dulcets of Kanani purred.
Our lips ripped away from each other. Kanani was stretched out before us, the professor gone. Her pussy was gaping open from the futa-teacher's huge dick. Pearly, white jizz leaked out, trickling down to her butt and wasted in the sand.
My girlfriend and I both moaned and buried our face into Kanani's pussy, making the Hawaiian futa groan, her cock bouncing above our heads.
Haunani and I had devoured the same pussy before, but never one full of salty cum. It had mixed into a wonderful froth with Kanani's sweet cream, our tongues dancing through her folds, gathering it up, our hips dancing.
Hands grasped my hips, squeezing me through my grass skirt. I felt something hard poke through the fibers and find my wet pussy beneath. I shivered, knowing a futa-dick pressed at my dripping pussy. I kept licking Kanani's cunt with my girlfriend, lapping out the girl-cum, eager to be fucked.
I wasn't disappointed.
The huge cock rammed into the depths of my pussy. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. I shuddered, her huge dick filling me. I clenched down on her girth, moaning into Kanani's pussy as she reached so deep into me, spreading me apart. She was like a huge dildo. But a fleshy one. A hot one.
A real cock belonging to a hot girl.
I loved futas.
“Oh, yes,” Haunani moaned beside me, and I knew she was being fucked, too.
“Oh, wow, such sweet pussy,” groaned a voice. “You enjoying yours, Charnette?”
“Oh, yes,” purred the sugary voice of the Black girl from directly behind me. “Let's fuck the hula girls hard, Angel.”
I pictured that ebony-skinned Black girl behind me, her huge, dark shaft reaming my pussy. I groaned into Kanani's cunt, wiggling my hips, dancing to the beat of the roaring drums as Charnette fucked me. She rammed her big, thick cock over and over into my pussy.
I loved it.
“I'iwi, this is amazing,” moaned my girlfriend.
“Yes,” I squealed, my pussy clenching on Charnette's dick. “Futas are awesome.”
“We are!” moaned Angel, fucking my girlfriend so hard.
I rocked on my hands and knees, the sand so soft beneath me. I kept licking and tonguing Kanani with Haunani. My girlfriend and I probed our tongues so deep into the Hawaiian futa's cunt, searching for more and more cum. Kanani jerked her cock, her body twitching and heaving.
My pussy clenched so hard on the invading dick. The girl-cock reamed me, ramming into my depths, stirring my pussy to such a wonderful froth. I groaned, my grass skirt rustling every time she buried into me.
“Yes, yes, yes, eat my pussy,” gasped Kanani. “Oh, you hula girls are amazing. So sexy.”
“Oh, yes,” gasped Charnette. “When you two were dancing, almost fucking each other, I just lost all control of my futa-dick.”
“She did,” groaned Angel. “Poor thing. And I had to suck it. I love sucking her big, Black dick.”
“So much,” the Black futa fucking me moaned, her thrusting growing hotter and hotter. “Damn, you hula girls know how to wiggle your hips. You're swirling your pussy about my dick.”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned between frantic licks.
I focused on moving my hips to the beat of the music, swirling my pussy around the thick girl-dick reaming me. The friction was so hot. Pleasure rippled through my body. It was so hard to believe that these amazing women were real. That they could grow their cocks into clits.
It was magic. They were witches. And I loved it.
I drank in the magic of the impossible girl-dick reaming my pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head. My hips shuddered, rapture surging through me. It grew and grew. It had me gasping and shuddering, my eyes rolling back into my head.
My orgasm swelled and swelled. I came closer and closer to erupting. To feeling that amazing pleasure surging through my body. I loved it. I couldn't believe how amazing it was. My mind was going wild with passion.
My pussy boiling, ready to explode, juices running down my thighs.
“This is so hot,” gasped Haunani. “You futas are amazing. I'm going to cum on your dick, Angel!”
“Do it, hula girl.”
“Yes, baby,” I moaned.
“Just explode,” groaned Kanani, frantically jerking her cock as she ground on our faces.
Her cock suddenly erupted. Hot, white cum fired up to splatter her small tits. The jizz coated her breasts while the second blast fired even farther dow
n her body, splashing across her lips and face. She moaned, licking her lips as she savored her own salty cum.
Sweet juices flooded out of her pussy right into our mouths. My girlfriend and I drank down the wonderful flood. Our tongues were licking and lapping. We were devouring the delight gushing out of her cunt and pouring into our mouths.
I gulped it down. I let it flow over me. It was so hot. It was so exciting. Such hot juices coated my mouth and tongue. I shivered, my pussy tightening on the plunging dick. My body shuddered, so close to detonating.
“Oh, yes!” squealed Haunani. “Angel, yes!”
“Oh, the hula girl's pussy is dancing about my dick now,” gasped Angel. “Just writhing. Oh, yes!”
“I'iwi!” squealed my girlfriend. “Oh, i'iwi, this is amazing. You have to cum, too.”
“Yes, yes, yes, cum on my big, Black futa-dick, hula girl,” gasped Charnette, reaming that monster cock into my depths.
Her clit-dick buried into me. My pussy clenched down hard on it. Then she pulled back. The friction was exquisite as she slid through my silky depths. I groaned, shuddering, my hips moving and twisting so fast, the beat of the drums so frantic.
I came.
She rammed her dick into my spasming depths. She gasped, her hands clutching my grass-clad hips so hard. Her fingers dug through the fibers as she moaned out her pleasure. Her cock erupted into my convulsing cunt.
I shuddered, the rapture increasing through my body as her hot cum splashed into me. I shivered, my pussy milking her, drawing out all her cum. So much jizz pumped into me. It was amazing. It was spectacular. I loved it.
I felt every blast splashing against my cervix. My pussy milked her cock, eager for every drop of her cum. I moaned like Haunani did. Like the futas did. Angel was cumming, too. She flooded my girlfriend with so much jizz.
Our heads turned from Kanani's pussy. I kissed Haunani hard. Our tongues danced, our lips sweetened with futa-pussy. We loved each other as our futa-lovers flooded our cunts with girl-jizz. It was so hot. So wild.
My heart raced. I was so glad I shared this with her. That we could experience this rapture together. This spectacular moment. The final blasts of cum fired into my pussy. The final ripples of delight washed out of my cunt.
My orgasm peaked.
And I kept kissing my Haunani.
“Well, hula girls,” purred Professor Desjardins. She stood over Kanani, her dick dripping with fresh pussy. “You put on quite the performance.”
I broke the kiss, beaming up at her. “We always try to make it hot.”
“But never this hot,” Haunani giggled.
“You can make it even hotter,” the professor said, leaning down, “if you become futas.” She arched a dark eyebrow.
I almost came again on Charnette's dick as I moaned, “You can do that?”
Her smile said it all. My girlfriend and I were about to become futa hula dancers!
To be continued...
Futa Hula Dance
Futa Hula Girls 2
(A story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)
by
Reed James
Futa Hula Dance
Becoming a futa was a life-changing experience. Dedicating myself to a new goddess, Aphrodite, instead of Laka, goddess of the hula, was a bold move. But caught up in the orgiastic fervor of the hula performance last week for Professor Desjardins's futa-class had been intoxicating. To find out there were women who could transform their clits into fully functional dicks had thrown my lesbian desires into an uproar.
Here was something so novel, so sexy, they made me rethink my sexuality. What I wanted. Suddenly, I was eager to please a cock. To suck it. To eat cum. To be fucked by one. The fact these cocks belonged to women, to sexy girls and their hot teacher, made it so irresistible to me and my girlfriend, Haunani.
So when Professor Desjardins, this dominating if petite woman, offered to make us futas after we had both been so thoroughly fucked by girl-cocks, my girlfriend and I had leapt at the chance for this treat. We had burned for it.
We had forsworn our ancestral goddess in favor of the foreign Aphrodite to have it.
And we were rewarded. My girlfriend was even sexier than before. It was like Aphrodite had just tweaked her enough, removing all the tiny imperfections that I hardly even noticed and made her into a supermodel beauty. And she had done the same to me. My big boobs had virtually no sag now, but were so perky like tits three times smaller.
And best of all were our clits. Those throbbing, aching nubs that begged to become futa-cocks. Oh, the fun Haunani and I had. We were picking up chicks, fucking them together, making them squeal on our big girl-dicks. It was the best.
I had always thought of sex as something beautiful, as something that should be shared with the woman I love. We were no strangers to bringing girls into our bed. But now...that desire was only amplified. That need to bed pretty women, to show them Aphrodite's passion, ached in me.
The beat of the ipu heke drum coming from the boombox had my heart beating. And my girlfriend dancing. The ipu heke, the double gourd drum, was a traditional instrument that gave such a primal sound. It gave such energy to our dance.
Haunani swayed in the center of our living room in our small Honolulu apartment. Her grass skirt rustled as she danced. With her short, black hair ending at her shoulders, her golden-brown back was left completely bare for my appraisal. So sleek and delicious, her hips curving out to her great ass clad by the rustling, yellow-brown grass. Her hands waved to the side, a tree blowing in the wind.
But no tree was ever sexier.
We were practicing our hula dancing. Practice, practice, practice. We had to be perfect. We were trying to do it full time. But it was hard when we insisted on doing our shows topless like the ancients did. Yes, the ancients never wore grass skirts, but we just found the rustle and sway so exotic and sexy. It was so exciting dancing before someone, the leis waving over your breasts, flashing your nipples while your hips undulated from side to side, moving in ways that took years and years of practice to achieve.
And it was a sexy sight to behold.
I stood behind her, my own hips swaying in my grass skirt, matching her movement, and stared at that ass. Bits of her golden-brown skin of her rump peeked through gaps in the narrow blades of grass, a teasing flash that only built the excitement in my clit.
I had learned to control my clit. Those first days as a futa had seen my dick thrusting forward at just the sight of a pretty girl. But now, I decided when it sprouted. Mostly.
I felt it growing. I let it, staring at my futa-girlfriend's swaying ass and supple back, the play of her muscles as she danced to the primal beat. My clit swelled forward, brushing the grass strands of my skirt, pushing through them. A pink shaft, slender, appeared from the skirt, growing bigger and bigger. Soon, my own golden-brown hue took over the shaft, save for the tip. It remained a spongy pink as it grew bigger and bigger, becoming a cock's mushroom-shaped helmet.
Precum beaded. A powerful lust took over.
Haunani's hips shook faster and faster as the beat of the music increased. She raised her arms over her head now, fingers almost touching our ceiling. They wiggled as her feet moved to the steps of the 'uwehe. And that ass... That ass beckoned.
I stepped forward, my dick throbbing so hard, needing satisfaction, and grasped my girlfriend's swaying hips. She threw a look over her shoulder, flashing me a mischievous grin. She smiled like one of the playful little people, the menekure, who dwelled in the deep forests of the islands.
“Mmm, improvising, Kaulana?” she asked. “Is my i'iwi hungry for some nectar.”
“Always hungry for your nectar,” I purred, loving when she called me i'iwi. Also known as the crimson honeykeeper, these small birds were similar to hummingbirds, feeding on flower nectar. They abounded on Hawaii.
My girl-cock brushed the swaying strands of her grass skirt. I groaned, feeling the caressing delight. My large tits heaved and jiggled as I moved with
her, matching the sway of her hips, my cock pressing into her skirt.
And brushing her inner thighs.
I moved my hand from her hip, grasping my cock as we danced closer and closer together. I brought my cock up to her pussy. I felt her silky bush caressing the sensitive tip. Pleasure shuddered down my dick. And then I felt her hot pussy. Her succulent nectar coating my cock.
Like the long beak of the i'iwi dipping into a blossoming flower to feast, I slid my cock into her pussy. She let out a long, throaty moan. Her pussy churned around my cock as she kept swaying her hips, still dancing to the beat.
“My i'iwi,” she groaned, her pussy clenching down so hard as my dick slid deeper and deeper into my lover's hot, tight pussy. Her silky flesh coveting it. “Such hunger today.”
“Always hungry for you,” I groaned, pressing my large breasts against her back, my fat nipples caressed by her skin.
I leaned in, nuzzling at her neck as we danced and swayed our hips together. My hands slid across her hips, stroking her flat stomach . I brushed her bellybutton piercing, playing with the little charm as we moved.
My dick ached in her pussy. I didn't fuck her, I just danced with her. Moving our hips worked my girl-cock in and out of her cunt. Her hot flesh clenched as she gasped and groaned. Silky friction caressed my dick, sending flutters through my body. My snatch clenched, juices dribbling down my thighs.
She was so hot. So tight. Her moans sang as I moved my hands up her body. I found her round breasts, squeezing them, loving their pliant feel. Her back arched, rubbing her supple skin into my hard nipples and pillowy mounds. Her neck craned, exposed, inviting.
I kissed her hot flesh.
“Oh, yes, my naughty i'iwi,” she gasped, her voice so breathy.
“Mmm, just keep dancing, Haunani. Never stop. Aphrodite's watching us.”
“Yes,” she gasped, our grass skirts rustling as they rubbed together, her ass pressing against me through the layers of fibers. I could feel her heat bleeding through them and boiling around my girl-cock.
Our hips moved faster, swaying in unison as we loved each other. I groped her breasts, rubbing my palms into her hard nipples. She shivered and groaned, her head still thrown back, my lips still sucking and kissing at her neck.