Futa Hula Girls Collection

by Reed James

  “Compliments will not distract me from getting answers,” she said as I turned on the stool, facing her, my dick swollen to its full girth. Her eyes flicked down. “Or that.”

  “You sure?” I asked, running my finger across the top of my dick, pleasure racing down to my pussy. “If you suck my cock, I'll tell you all about the spell.”

  “You are such a horny futa,” she said, shaking her head. She reached out, cupping my two large, pillowy breasts. “It's these tits. They absorb so much blood that it doesn't leave any for your brain.”

  I giggled. “D'oh. It's why girls with big tits get laid more.”

  Her thumbs brushed my areolas, swiping just close enough to tease my nipples. I shuddered as she leaned closer. “You can't think about anything else right now, can you?”

  “We got another gig,” I groaned. “Another chance to have fun. And my idea tomorrow night will be awesome.”

  “Which we should be rehearsing instead of having me suck your cock.” Her thumbs swiped again, this time just grazing my nipples with the edge of her fingernails.

  I sucked in a breath. “I can't dance with such a hard cock.”

  “Liar.” She licked her lips, her thumbs brushing my nipples for longer, pressing on the fat nubs. Tingles raced down to my girl-cock. “Your whole idea for tomorrow night requires you to dance with a hard cock.”

  “I just want to feel my sexy girlfriend's lips on my futa-cock,” I moaned. “Because you are the best futa in the world.”

  “Best futa?”

  I nodded my head, licking my lips. “The best.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Fine. I'll suck your cock. Then you'll tell me!”

  “Deal!”

  I groaned as she went for it, no hesitation. She just knelt down and sucked my cock into her mouth with all the power of a vacuum cleaner. I shuddered, the suction pulling at my ovaries, my pussy clenching as the pleasure raced through my body.

  My hands reached down, stroking her silky, short hair. Her dark eyes stared up at me. Her tongue swirled while her hot mouth bobbed up and down. Her wet paradise engulfed my cock, making the tip ache so hard.

  “You are the best, Haunani!” I gasped, squirming, leaning back against the counter. My big breasts jiggled before me. I squeezed my golden-brown mounds, my dark nipples thrusting so hard before me. “The absolute best!”

  She sucked harder, loving my compliment. Her left hand gripped the base of my cock, stroking it as she bobbed her mouth. But her other hand was even naughtier. She found my shaved pussy, stroking my wet labia. Pleasure rippled through my body and raced up my dick. The tip throbbed in her hungry mouth.

  I groaned and gasped, my eyes rolling back up into my head. The pleasure was incredible. The delight of having my pussy and my cock played with at the same moment was spectacular. I shuddered on the stool, the vinyl sticking to my ass and ripping away as I wiggled.

  “Oh, my sweet Haunani, yes,” I gasped, fingers twining through the silk of her hair. “Oh, you spoil me.”

  She sucked harder, her eyes flashing with delight. And then she rammed three fingers into my pussy. I groaned, the digits reaming so deep into me, stretching out my tight sheath. My flesh clenched down on her plunging fingers, increasing the friction churning through me.

  “Spoil me!” I howled, the pleasure of her fingers shooting up to the tip of my dick.

  Which only ached more in the warm suction of her hungry mouth.

  My fingers gripped her hair harder now. I shuddered, the stool rocking as I humped. My bare toes curled. My moans sang through our apartment. My futa-girlfriend sucked so hard. She bobbed and made these naughty, wet, obscene sounds as she worshiped my cock. Her fingers plunged over and over into my silky depths, driving me wild.

  The pressure built and built in me. I groaned, my long hair flying about my head as I bucked. It was too much. I couldn't take much more of it. Throaty moans burst from my mouth as my entire body tensed, poised to erupt.

  Her fingers plunged into my depths. Her mouth sucked hard at my dick.

  “Haunani!” I screeched as I reached the edge. “Yes!”

  I went over the cliffs into orgasmic rapture.

  My pussy convulsed about her fingers.

  Cum fired from my dick.

  Dual delights raced from my nethers through my body. My breasts heaved as I bucked and moaned, the pleasure reaching my mind. My cum kept pumping and pumping into her mouth as I savored the joys of cumming. It was so amazing. It was rapture. Ecstasy.

  “My sweet Haunani,” I groaned as she drank down my cum, moaning her own enjoyment of my futa-seed.

  She sucked hard as I fired the final blast. A shudder raced through my body. My pussy spasmed a final time on her fingers. Then her lips were sucking off my cock, sliding higher and higher. They slipped over my sensitive tip, making me tremble, and popped off.

  She licked her lips, staring up at me. “So, what's this spell?”

  I grinned at her. “Oh, it is naughty!”

  * * *

  We spent the rest of the day practicing our new moves, using each other to practice on. This involved lots of fucking and cumming. Our dicks were ramming into each other's pussies and assholes, pumping hard and fast until creamy eruptions rippled through us.

  There was so much jizz dribbling down our thighs when we finished. We were coated in the pearly stuff. There were wet spots all over the carpet in our living room. Luckily, I knew that cleaning spell, so we didn't have to worry about losing our deposit.

  “God, I can't believe we came so much,” she groaned, collapsing into me on our couch at 10 PM that night. “I don't think I ever want to fuck again.”

  “Liar,” I said, feeling exhausted and buzzing from the euphoria of the day. “I know I could go again.”

  “My sweet i'iwi is always horny for my nectar,” Haunani said, rolling her eyes, a playful smile on her lips.

  I kissed those lips, loving when she called me i'iwi. It was a bird native to Hawaii, also called the crimson honeykeeper. They were similar to hummingbirds, feeding on flower nectar, hovering in the air, but their beaks were different. And they were just plain prettier and better than a hummingbird in every way.

  “No more sex,” Haunani groaned when she felt my hand creeping down her stomach. “We need sleep. We're performing tomorrow.”

  “Fine,” I groaned. “My clit is a little sore. Maybe you can kiss it.”

  “No sex!” she repeated, so firm.

  I pouted.

  “Nope.” She groaned, standing up. “I'm going to bed. If you want more sex, masturbate.”

  I debated it. But instead, I headed to bed. I was asleep the moment I hit the pillows. Luckily, there was more sex in the morning. I woke up my girlfriend with a little pussy licking and cock sucking followed by a little bit of fucking until we were both cumming so hard.

  Then it was off to the forests to pick flowers. It was our ritual before every performance. Fresh flowers to make our leis, leip'o, and kupe'e (necklaces, circlets, and bracelets and anklets) for our performance. I liked orange kou flowers, while she preferred the purple littlebells flowers. Then we wove them and practiced once more, just to make sure we had the new dances down.

  And to cum a few more times. Futas were such horny creatures. I think it was having a cock. We were like men, that same need to just fuck and fuck, but it was combined with a woman's ability to cum and cum. We didn't have to take a break and let our dicks recover like a guy did.

  So it was a potent combination.

  We ate a light dinner, both of us growing nervous, then headed to the Golden Sands of Honolulu, a resort right on the beach. They had a bonfire all prepared on the sands for this over-eighteen show for their guests.

  We arrived and changed into our outfits, which consisted just of our grass skirts and flowery jewelry. I loved the feel of the leis against my naked breasts and nipples. The slightest movement had my boobs jiggling, sliding my erect nubs against the silky petals. And the smell... That natural
perfume wreathed us. Outside the bathroom we had occupied, I could hear the roaring of the fire and the wash of the sea on the beach.

  This would be an amazing night. I was so excited for my idea. It would be so naughty. Only futa-hula-girls could get away with it.

  “You know the spell?” I asked Haunani.

  “Someone's getting nervous,” she laughed, shaking her hips and making her grass skirt rustle and her round breasts jiggle, purple flowers dancing around dark nipples.

  “And excited. My clit is on fire. It's going to be so hard to keep her under control.”

  “But so much fun,” she grinned, lifting her arms over her head, swaying more, her feet dancing the hela steps before transitioning into the ka'o. She turned, shaking her ass at me.

  “You are such a tease,” I said, licking my lips. “I should fall to my knees and eat your pussy.”

  “What's stopping you, my naughty i'iwi?” she asked, looking over her shoulder with all the sultry, exotic beauty of a Hawaiian girl.

  I opened my mouth to take her up on her offer when a knock came at the door. “You girls ready, Kaulana?”

  “Yes, Bruce,” I said, speaking to the Black man who hired us. “Is it time?”

  “It's time,” he said. “The guests are sitting down, the fire's roaring, and your music is set up. Our DJ will start playing at your signal.”

  “Excellent,” I said, my clit aching so hard. “Let's go make some hot wives moan.”

  Haunani beamed at me.

  The applause started up, along with some wolf-whistling from the guys, the moment we swayed before the bonfire. I felt the heat at my back, the light dancing before us, our shadows stretching out to the crowd. I could see them all clearly, sitting on blankets on the sand, mostly couples, though there were a group of girls and guys or just singles scattered around. There were at least a hundred people.

  We had never performed for such a large crowd before. But I had stripped before more horny guys than this. So I was relaxed and confident. Even with our naughty plans.

  “Let's give it up for Passionate Hula,” the DJ said, his voice roaring from discreet speakers around the beach, hidden by the palm tree decorations.

  The audience clapped more and we took our bows, our breasts swaying, the leis flashing. The guys loved that, and a few of the girls. More and more, the women were perking up, staring at us with blossoming interest that no doubt bewildered more than a few of the straight ones.

  Futas just had that effect on women.

  “Thank you,” I said, giving the signal to the DJ. The slow beat of the ipu heke, the traditional double gourd drum, thudding in the background. We danced almost excursively to the ipu heke. We just liked its deep passion. “We're Passionate Hula, and we love dancing in the old ways, giving thanks to Laka, goddess of hula, by not hiding our natural beauty.”

  Okay, the grass skirts weren't traditional, but Haunani and I loved them more than wearing the pā'ū cloth skirts we should.

  “We dance luna hula. The standing dance.” Haunani said, our bodies starting our sway as the music built, our feet moving in the sand. There was nothing like dancing on sand, feeling it move beneath your feet, squeeze between your toes. It was exhilarating.

  “Hula is a celebration of life in all its forms,” I said. “Especially love and fertility. It tells stories.”

  I turned, facing Haunani, staring into her eyes as the beat grew more...heart-pounding, more erotic. We always opened with a dance traditional performed by a male and female hula dancer, a simulation of a couple coming together in act of physical love.

  Of simulating fucking.

  We found it so hot to do it as two women, to add our own lesbianism (and now futanariism) to our dance. We moved around each other, our hips rolling and undulating, our breasts jiggling. I could feel the crowd growing aroused, shifting, watching us in breathless excitement as we spiraled closer and closer together.

  We reached each other, our bodies almost touching, our breasts jiggling, staring into each other's eyes as the song hit a frantic beat. We were dancing so fast, our hips undulating in such a suggestive manner. We symbolically made love before them.

  And it was so hard to keep my clit under control.

  Faster and faster, closer and closer, until our leis brushed. The passion burned in the air. The crowd felt it, leaning forward, staring at us. I loved being watched. I got off on it. My juices dribbled down my thighs as my feet moved through the complex steps, my hands moving, waving, my entire body swaying.

  My clit ached to become a futa-dick. I controlled it. Not yet. The real fun was to come.

  The song ended in a explosive climax, the pair of us both trembling and panting, our faces flushed. I leaned over, and kissed her on the mouth, not part of the routine, but unable to resist. Our breasts brushed, nipples finding each other through silky petals.

  The crowd cheered.

  We broke apart, breasts heaving as we faced the crowd and began swaying like trees in a gentle breeze as the next song begin. My eyes roamed the crowd, looking for married women for my plan. There were plenty of sexy women watching us, but they had to meet my criteria:

  Married. Short skirts. Hot.

  I noticed a blonde, a fun and flirty smile on her face, her small breasts cupped in her sleeveless sundress, the skirt short, exposing her tan legs stretched out before her. She leaned against a young man, her husband. Maybe they were newlyweds on their honeymoon?

  My dick throbbed hard.

  Then I noticed the Asian woman sitting on her knees, her slanted eyes smoldering and gleaming in the firelight. She sat beside an older Asian man, probably both Japanese. She clutched his hand, her nipples poking at her blouse. Her skirt short on her pale-olive thighs.

  And then the Black woman swaying as we danced drew my attention. Her ebony skin looked so rich in the flickering firelight. It painted across her flesh, making the whites of her eyes and her teeth stand out as she beamed at us. She sat next to a big, bald, Black man adjusting himself, growing hard from our display.

  I didn't like him watching, but knew his presence would make the next part even more satisfying.

  Haunani and I danced through two more songs, moving, undulating our bodies, making the crowd so hot for us. They were all licking their lips, men rubbing hard cocks, women scratching at hot pussies. They were all trying to be covert, the passion boiling in the air growing more and more apparent.

  Pure eroticism flowed from us. And it was so hard to keep my girl-cock under control. My little clit wanted to sprout, to thrust out from my pussy and ram through the grass skirt rustling about my thighs and hips.

  My skin felt so alive. My nipples so hard. Tingles raced through me as I danced.

  And then finally, the drums quieted to an expectant rush. This was the new part of our act. Time to implement my wicked idea. Haunani and I stepped forward, moving towards the crowd. We had each identified our first hot wife.

  “Now this is the part of the show where we have some fun,” I smiled, feeling all their eyes on us. “We're gonna show a few of the women in the audience how to dance like real hula-girls.”

  I stopped before the blonde, bending down, my breasts dangling practically in her and her husband's faces. I held out my hand. She blushed, her left hand, complete with diamond wedding ring, grasping mine.

  “What's your name?” I asked, pulling the blonde to her feet.

  “Jamie,” she said as I led her back to the bonfire, the dancing light painting orange across her right cheek, her blue eyes sparkling.

  “Enjoying Honolulu?” I asked.

  “It's my honeymoon,” she said, her cheeks flushed, nipples so hard. “Geoff and I were just married.”

  “Congratulations,” I said, my clit throbbing, almost becoming a full-blown futa-cock right then and there. “Now, just turn around and face the crowd. So I'm going to be touching you. Don't be afraid.”

  Haunani was giving similar instructions to the brassy-haired, busty woman she had pulled
from the crowd. Her criteria didn't include married, but it did include busty. She loved her girls with big tits. Just look at mine for proof.

  “Now let's just hike up your skirt a bit,” I said. “Show a little more of that tanned thigh.” I pressed into her from behind, my nipples against her back, my crotch rubbing on her ass. “And we move like this.”

  She shivered as I guided her hips to the beat of the song, moving them with my hands, my clit aching and throbbing. Haunani did the same to hers. The busty woman giving out embarrassed laughter as she danced before the crowd.

  The beat grew louder and louder as I danced with Jamie, guiding her hips, her blonde hair brushing my cheeks as the breeze fluttered off the sea. My clit ached more and more, my grass skirts rustling. I could feel the heat of her ass bleeding through our garments.

  “Now you have to just accept everything that happens,” I whispered in her ear. “Things are about to get wild, but we don't want your new hubby knowing just how naughty you're being.”

  “What?” she asked as I let my futa-cock grow.

  “Shhh, just let the music and the passion take you away. I know you're hot, married cunt is on fire for me.”

  She shuddered as my growing clit-dick pressed through my grass skirt and beneath sundress. I had worked it up her thighs enough as we swayed, especially in the back, for my cock to press forward and nudge up against her panty-clad pussy.

  Her body shuddered. She threw a look over her shoulder, still letting me guide our swaying with my hands. She felt my girl-dick rubbing on her panties. I felt her heat, her juices bleeding through the satin material.

  “What?” she asked, the drums beating so loud, keeping the crowd, and her new husband, from hearing her words. “What is that?”

  “My futa-dick,” I told her. “I'm going to fuck your hot cunt and give you the satisfaction you need. All while your husband watches.” I looked over her shoulder. “Look at Geoff. He's so hard right now watching you dance with the sexy hula girl. He has no idea you're about to be fucked.”

  “Oh, god,” she groaned, swaying faster as I guided her, her hips sliding back and forth, rubbing my futa-cock across her panties, feeling the wet heat of her cunt. I ached to fuck her. “Oh, god, what is going on?”