Futa Hula Girls Collection

by Reed James

  Her breath was so hot on the back of my throat.

  “My naughty i'iwi,” she kept moaning, her passion rising in her, her orgasm building and building, threatening to explode out of her.

  “Yes,” I panted, still staring at the hot wife.

  The drums pounded such primal beats. The entire audience were caught up in the eroticism of two sexy hula girls dancing together. My pussy grew juicier and juicier as the excitement of dancing before them, of being fucked under their noses, rose. My orgasm swelled.

  And it was so hard to keep the reins on my clit.

  Haunani thrust faster and faster, ramming her futa-dick in and out of my tight bowels. Every thrust sent blazing rapture rippling out of my asshole and settling into my pussy. At my very core, my own orgasm swelled.

  Please, my clit seemed to scream through my mind. Please let me play. Let me cum, too. It'll be even better than just your pussy.

  But I wouldn't. I groaned, the beat of the song reaching towards its climax, my own orgasm threatening to spill through me. My hips undulated, humping back into my futa-girlfriend's hard thrusts, my bowels gripping her dick.

  She groaned.

  Her cum fired into my asshole.

  Hot jets of futa-delight flooded through me. I gasped, fighting to keep control of my clit as the jizz splashed into the depths of my bowels. She was cumming in me while thirty people watched oblivious to what we were doing.

  My orgasm detonated.

  “My Goddess,” I cried out in orgasmic delight, the beat of the drums hitting their crescendo. I danced the last steps, thrusting my arms skyward in praise to Laka and Aphrodite both.

  The audience thundered in applause, men whistling, as my bowels writhed about my girlfriend's cumming dick. The pleasure rippled out of my spasming pussy. My clit groaned, growing an inch and pressing into my grass skirts, peeked out through the material before I stopped it swelling.

  I heaved and convulsed, wracked by orgasmic passion.

  Haunani moaned behind me.

  The redhead was the only one not clapping. Her eyes were glossy. Her body shuddered as her husband clapped beside her. She shuddered, her left hand digging between her thighs. Our eyes locked, sharing in the orgasmic joy rushing through both our bodies.

  She, too, had enjoyed surreptitious pleasure.

  And then Haunani's girl-cock shrunk out of my asshole as she pulled away. She joined me on stage, taking my hand, and we bowed together, both of us panting. My breasts swayed before me, my leis dangling clear.

  “Thank you for letting us dance,” I panted.

  “We were Passionate Hula,” added Haunani. She then blew kisses.

  The married woman stood up with the rest, pulling her hand from her crotch. They were glistening. I shuddered as she brought them up to her lips and licked them. My clit thrust forward, out of control, just as the curtains dropped and before anyone saw my cock.

  “You naughty slut,” I panted, turning and grabbing Haunani's hand. Cum dribbled out of my well-fucked ass. “I'm going to fuck you so hard in the changing room.”

  “Yay!” she grinned as I dragged her back stage, my out of control futa-dick bouncing before me.

  The moment we were in our dressing room, I pushed her against the wall beside the door, kissing her hard. Her clit sprouted again, thrusting through her grass skirt and nudging my own throbbing girl-dick. They rubbed together as our lips danced in hot passion, tongues dueling. Our nipples kissed, our breasts rubbing hot together, destroying our delicate leis. I felt the crush of petals, their sweet nectar spilling between our heaving mounds.

  I groaned, grabbing her cock, stroking it while she seized mine. We rubbed them together as our passion boiled through us. The exhilaration of performing on stage, of being fucked before the audience, only made me cock ache even more. My ass clenched, my butt-crack swimming with her girl-cum.

  I broke the kiss. “I'm going to fu—”

  A knock that was at once both timid and bold rapped the door. “H-hello. Hula girls?”

  The voice was throaty and did not belong to Becky. There was something about it, both smoky and nervous, that conjured the image of the sultry, redheaded wife. That sexy married woman. I groaned, moving from my girlfriend to yank open the door, futa-dick thrusting through my grass skirt.

  There she was, wearing that strapless cocktail dress, her round breasts heaving in her top. Her eyes were green and vibrant, her cheeks flushed. She had a diamond stud piercing her nose I'd failed to notice. Her nipples hard, pressing at the black fabric of her dress.

  “I...I had to...” She swallowed. “It was so erotic and... I know I shouldn't... I told my husband that...” She was babbling as I pulled her in the room and closed the door. “You both were just... And I...”

  “Want to feel our passion,” I told her, grabbing her hand and bringing it down to my hard girl-dick.

  She squeezed it, nodding her head. And then her eyes widened in realization. She glanced down and her jaw dropped. She stared at my girl-dick thrusting out of my skirts, pushing aside the fibers. You could see my landing strip peeking out and the folds of my pussy wrapped about the base of my cock.

  “This is...” She shook her head, struggling for words.

  “What's your name?” Haunani purred, stepping up and pressing her cock into the hot wife's hip.

  “Sydney,” she said, blinking then glancing at the second girl-cock. “You're both...”

  “We're futa-hula-girls,” I grinned. “I'm Kaulana, and that's Haunani.”

  “Futa...” Then she let out a throaty moan and pressed her body against mine, her dress crushed against my breasts, her lips locked onto mine.

  She kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I held the married Sydney, rocking her in my arms, my girl-dick throbbing against her belly. She swayed and shuddered, her tongue diving into my mouth. It danced and swirled, probing as deep as she could while her hand tightened on my shaft. She stroked it, rubbing it against her belly, the fabric of her dress feeling amazing on the tip of my futa-cock.

  Haunani moved in, kissing at Sydney's neck, pushing aside her red hair to reach her tan flesh. Our hands roamed the married woman's body. The hot wife shuddered and mewled into our kiss as Haunani and I pulled down her dress.

  Round tits popped out, her nipples kissing mine through the ruined strands of my leis. I shuddered, feeling our nubs rub together, delight shooting down my body. Haunani's hand groped both our tits, squeezing them, caressing them as my tongue dueled with Sydney's.

  “Mmm, you made my girlfriend so hot while we danced,” Haunani purred, into Sydney's ear.

  The hot wife shuddered, moaning into our kiss.

  “She was dancing just for you. It's why I had to fuck her ass during the last song. It made me so wet and hard watching.” Haunani groaned. “Especially when you were masturbating. How hard did you cum beside your husband?”

  Sydney broke the kiss. “So hard. I couldn't believe I started masturbating while watching you.”

  “I know, it was so wicked of you,” giggled Haunani.

  “Oh, yes,” I moaned, my head ducking down. I sucked on Sydney's pink nipple, the hot wife moaning in pure delight.

  “I had never done anything like that in my life,” moaned Sydney. “I couldn't believe I did it.”

  “Believe it,” laughed Haunani. “You masturbated watching us fuck on stage. You naughty wife.”

  There was a muffled slap, like Haunani had just spanked the married woman's ass. Sydney groaned, shuddering, her breast jiggling as I sucked on her nipple. I loved her little nub, my cock growing hotter and hotter.

  Then I popped her nipple out of my mouth and fell to my knees. I pushed up the woman's skirt, finding a black thong in disarray, shoved half to the side to reveal a shaved pussy. I breathed in her tangy musk.

  And then buried my face into her snatch. I licked through her pussy, my tongue flailing through her. She groaned, shuddering. Her moans sang through the room. My tongue churned throu
gh her pussy. She gasped, shuddering, grinding her flesh on my hungry mouth. Her pussy tasted so good. So delicious. It melted on my mouth, staining my lips with her passion.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her body undulating faster and faster. “Oh, that feels so good.”

  “Uh-huh,” I moaned between licks. “I bet it does. Mmm, you are so yummy.”

  “Thanks,” she panted as I buried my face back into her pussy.

  Her tangy, shaved snatch slid across my face as she shuddered. She let out moans of pure delight. Above, Haunani leaned over, sucking on a pale breast. My Hawaiian girlfriend sucked so hard on the nipple, making Sydney shudder.

  Her pussy growing hotter and hotter.

  The hot wife's moans echoed through the room. She shivered, writhing against the door as I feasted on her cunt. I dove my tongue deep into her married snatch. I swirled it around, gathering all her wonderful juices, savoring the sounds she made as she moaned and squealed.

  Then she bucked. Her pussy convulsed around my probing tongue. Her tangy juices flooded around my lips, pouring down my chin and cheeks. Hot rivulets ran down my throat for my tits as I drank her flood. The married woman came so hard on my mouth, primed by watching our performance.

  “Oh, you are a firecracker,” laughed Haunani, releasing the hot wife's nipple.

  “Yes,” gasped Sydney. “It's so hot. You're both girls with dicks!”

  “Dicks you want to feel in your body,” Haunani purred. “Two cocks reaming you. Fucking you.”

  My girl-cock throbbed as Sydney moaned, “Yes!”

  Haunani pulled the married woman from me. Sydney followed, her cocktail dress bunched around her waist. My futa-girlfriend spread out on the ground, her dick thrusting up from her pussy. Sydney mounted Haunani and impaled her married cunt so hard down my girlfriend's shaft. They both groaned. Sydney's breasts heaved, her ass clenching.

  Haunani's golden-brown fingers grabbed the hot wife's pale ass, parting her butt-cheeks. A winking rosebud beckoned. A tight asshole. I loved my girlfriend so much. She had her anal fun tonight, now it was my turn.

  I fell to my knees behind Sydney, the married wife riding Haunani's girl-cock so fast, moaning and gasping. I grabbed her hips, forcing her pussy down Haunani's dick while bringing my shaft to that married asshole.

  “Oh, yes,” Sydney moaned. “Two of these huge cocks... Fuck me!”

  “Gladly!” I groaned and rammed my cock into the hot wife's bowels.

  The redhead's fiery hair swept before me as she shuddered, feeling my cock penetrating her asshole. I buried into her bowels, groaning as I felt my girlfriend's futa-dick through Sydney's flesh. We filled her.

  And she loved it.

  Sydney writhed between us, gasping out her pleasure. I hugged her from behind, rubbing my large breasts into her supple back as she swayed and gasped. Her bowels clenched on my dick as she worked her hips, fucking us both.

  “Yes, yes, yes, two big girl-dicks in me!” howled the hot wife.

  “Just churning your holes into ecstasy,” I groaned, my hips matching her rhythm, dancing with her as I fucked her tight, hot asshole.

  “Yes!” she howled.

  “Dance with us,” groaned Haunani. “Work those hips. Yes, yes, yes, that's it. Oh, yes, you naughty hot wife. Dance with us!”

  She squealed and groaned, screaming out, “Yes!” as she came again. “Oh, god, yes!”

  “Aphrodite,” I panted, her bowels writhing about my dick. This woman came so fast and easily. I loved it.

  Haunani moaned as we fucked this married woman. I hammered Sydney's bowels. I slammed my futa-dick over and over into her spasming asshole. Her velvety flesh caressed my girl-cock. Such rapture shot through me, swelling through my pussy.

  My cunt ached, clenched. Juices flooded down my thighs as my excitement built and built. My nipples rubbed into her back, throbbing with delight. I gripped her hips, plowing into her so hard, driving her down my girlfriend's futa-dick.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” howled Sydney. “Two girl-dicks. This is so hot! Oh, god, I'm such a naughty wife!”

  “You are,” I panted, plowing into her. “Your husband's up in your hotel room and has no idea you're our married whore!”

  “Our futa-slut!” howled Haunani. “Just getting fucked so hard by our dicks.”

  “So hard,” squealed Sydney, cumming again.

  Her asshole spasmed so hard about my cock. The pressure built and built as I drove into her. The tip of my dick ached. My pussy clenched. I needed to flood her. I thrust so hard, our hips dancing as we fucked her.

  Dancing with a married woman... An idea sparked in my mind. An idea for future shows.

  I groaned, burying into her bowels, slamming her pussy down my girlfriend's futa-dick. I hugged the hot wife hard as I erupted into her asshole. I cried out in wordless pleasure as my cum fired over and over into her asshole. The pleasure surged through me.

  My pussy convulsed.

  Stars danced before my eyes.

  “Aphrodite, yes!” gasped Haunani, joining me in rapture.

  It was so hot being a futa-hula-girl. I loved it. My grass skirt rustled as I drew back and slammed my spurting cock one final time into the married woman's asshole. My cum fired into her. Sydney moaned and gasped, her hole writhing about my shaft, milking my cock.

  “Yes, yes, yes, such a naughty wife!” she moaned in rapture.

  “And we're going to have so much fun with you,” moaned Haunani.

  I shuddered, my orgasm peaking. I couldn't wait to tell Haunani my idea for our next performance. A way to have even more fun. The type of fun that only a futa-hula-girl could enjoy. My dick throbbed and ached as I pulled it out of Sydney's asshole.

  Oh, yes our next performance would be amazing! And until then, we'd have fun with Sydney. I was so glad Professor Desjardins hired us to dance for her futa-class. It had changed our lives for the better.

  To be continued...

  Futa Hula Exhibitionism

  Futa Hula Girls 3

  (A story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)

  by

  Reed James

  Futa Hula Exhibitionism

  “Okay, next Saturday at 9 PM,” I said, writing down the information on the pad of paper. “Yes, yes, we'd love to come back and perform at the Hilton, Becky.”

  “Good,” the bubbly woman said. We had just done a gig for her last week, and now she wanted another. “It was really popular. One guest, a Sydney Yates, said it was a life-changing experience for her and her, um, wife.”

  “Wife?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. “I thought she had a husband.”

  “Um, well, the Hilton is perfectly acceptable of people who wish to transition to new identities,” Becky said, sounding a little flustered.

  I just grinned. That naughty spell I read on an internet forum, hosted by someone named Franny from New York, worked. I gender-swapped this sexy married woman's husband. I made her pussy into a little trap after my futa-girlfriend and I fucked her. That was after our hula performance at the Hilton.

  “Wonderful to hear,” I said. “We'll be eager to give another amazing performance.”

  The door to my apartment opened. My girlfriend, Haunani, entered, wearing a skimpy tank top and a pair of very tight short shorts hugging her curvy hips and leaving her lush, golden-brown legs exposed. I gave her a smile as Becky said, “Thank you for coming and performing again, Kaulana.”

  “My pleasure,” I said as Haunani arched her eyebrows, her short, black hair swaying above her shoulders. She moved with such willowy grace. “Bye, Becky.”

  “Another booking?” Haunani asked as I hung up my cell phone. The only time that we received calls was to book our hula dancing gigs.

  “Another booking,” I grinned. “The Hilton wants us back. Sydney put in a good word for us.”

  Haunani gave a naughty laugh. “She better after the fucking we gave her. She screamed her head off.”

  I grinned, my clit throbbing between my thighs, e
ager to sprout again. It had been so hot dancing while that redheaded hot wife watched me. It had been so hard to keep my futa-cock from growing as I performed, my grass skirt swaying about my hips and thighs, my flowery leis bouncing over my large, naked breasts, flashing my fat nipples to the crowd.

  To her.

  “God, just thinking about it is making me so horny,” I said, squirming on the stool sitting before the small counter/bar that separated our kitchen from our living room. My legs were crossed so hard, pressing against my clit, my pussy growing hot against the vinyl covering of the stool's padding.

  “You're going to stain the stool,” Haunani said. “Futas are too horny to go around sitting without panties on.”

  “I learned a cleaning spell,” I shrugged. “Another gift from Franny's website.”

  “You are totally getting into the magic, huh?” Haunani asked, heading into the kitchen and opening the refrigerator. She took out a coconut milk.

  “Yep. It's fascinating.” Then I leaned over the counter, the stool's vinyl sticking to my naked butt before tearing away. My heavy breasts draped over the counter, my already hard nipples grazing the cool surface. “And I found the perfect spell to help us out in my idea for our next performance tomorrow night.”

  Another hotel, the Golden Sands of Honolulu, had booked us to perform, hearing about the success of our first Hilton. Another $500 coming up. We were gaining financial independence from having to strip for a living. We could be professional futa-hula-girls.

  And that made my dick ache.

  “Oh, yeah?” she asked. “What?”

  “What will you give me to tell you?” I asked, leaning back, my breasts jiggling. My futa-clit ached and throbbed between my thighs.

  “Don't I need to know it to perform it tomorrow night?” she countered, walking around the counter in a sexy, coquettish manner, her round breasts jiggling beneath her tank top. Nipples poked at the front of the stretchy, salmon-colored material.

  “Goddess, you are sexy,” I groaned, licking my lips, my clit sprouting into a futa-cock, thrusting up between my clenched thighs. A wild shudder went through me at the friction of the sensitive shaft rubbing past my silky legs.