by Reed James
The pleasure built at the tip of my cock, that urgent, powerful need building, begging to release a flood of my passion into her sucking mouth. Her mouth slid back up, cheeks hollowing as she sucked around the tip of my cock, and then she swallowed me again. My hips jerked, spurred by my growing passion.
A third finger slipped inside me, stretching my pussy as they flew in and out. She moaned louder, pleading with me to spew my cum and satisfy her cravings. Her mouth bobbed faster, working about my tip.
“Gonna cum!” I groaned. “Drink it all!”
The first spurt was powerful. My entire body tensed as it rushed out of me. She groaned, swallowing. A second shot pulsed out of me, another tense, shuddering pleasure rippled through me. My pussy spasmed as waves of pleasure crashed through me, combining with the intense release, carrying me away on a sea of rapture. I groaned and howled, fucking my hips into her mouth as my pussy clamped down on her fingers.
My cock stopped spewing. Her mouth popped off, white cum leaking out of the corners of her lips. My feminine orgasm rippled through me, my toes curling, and then I collapsed back against the plane's fuselage, my tits heaving.
“Damn, that was amazing.”
She blushed, “Thank you.”
So demure. I could already feel my cock stirring. I reached down, lifting up her veil then cupped her cheek. I kissed her lips. She was sweet and salty. I pushed my tongue in, savoring the flavor of my cum as I moaned into her lips. She tilted her head, her eyes squeezed closed and her fingers pulled of my cunt and rested wet on my cheek. I could smell my tart passion.
Then her hand slid down my neck, leaving a trail of my pussy cream, down to my left breast. Her fingers pressed into my heavy, perfect tit—no sag despite their size, thank you Aphrodite—and kneaded, starting gentle but growing more aggressive as her lips worked harder into mine. Her other hand found my right breast, circling my large areola before teasing my nipple.
She broke the kiss, her blue eyes shining. “Your breasts are amazing,” she whispered, looking down. “And your nipples...so big.”
“Suck them.”
She licked her lips, then bent down. At first she just wrapped her lips around my erect nub, not sucking, but I enjoyed the warm, wet feel of her. Then her tongue probed it, teasing, searching, growing more aggressive, batting it around between her lips. She sucked, drawing more of my breast into her lips, swallowing all of my areola.
Wonderful.
She switched breasts, kissing across the valley, then climbed my other peak and claimed her prize. Her teeth nipped; I gasped. Then she sucked it hard, moaning, pleasure tingling down to my wet pussy and the tip of my cock. I stroked her cheek as I moaned, then slid down to her blouse. I wanted to see her body.
I tugged on her blouse. She released my nipple, moaning in disappointment, but lifting up her arms and letting me pull her top off, discarding it to the floor. Her bra was simple, plain—comfortable. She reached behind and easily unsnapped it. Her breasts were perky cones topped by dusky nipples. I grasped a pink nipple, pulling her up onto my lap and sucked that little bead into my lips.
“Oh, wow,” she moaned. “I can't believe I'm doing this. I don't even know your name.”
“Vicky,” I answered then sucked her other nipple into my lips.
“Oh, Vicky! Keep sucking my nipples. You're making me so wet!”
I kept sucking her small nub, swirling my tongue around it. She gasped and shifted her hips when I nipped it, then I sucked her hard. Her arms wrapped around my head, holding me to her breast as I teased her. My hands stroked her back, reaching down to her tight jeans and squeezed her firm ass, pulling her against my hardening cock. Her jeans were rough on my dick, the pleasure intense.
“Take off your jeans,” I gasped, pulling away from her tit. “I want to see every naked inch of you.”
“Yes, Vicky.” She slid off my lap, kicking off the sandals she wore, her bare, dainty toes painted white, matching her fingernails. She unsnapped her jeans, wiggling them down her lithe hips. Her panties were white, bikini cut, almost a thong.
“Let me see that ass.”
She turned, shaking her tight rear in my face, her panties riding into the crack of her ass. I kissed the small of her back, then pulled the panties down, kissing her exposed flesh. I worked my way down her smooth asscheeks, kissing, sucking, and lightly biting, loving the way her flesh went pale then darkened red.
Her panties slid down her legs and I could just see a hint of her pussy peaking from between her thighs. She bent over to step out of her panties, her pussy pressing into my face, shaved and wet, a tight slit dark with arousal and slightly parted to show a hint of beautiful pink.
I took a lick. She tasted sweet.
“Vicky!” she moaned as my tongue dug into her furrow, up her taint, and into her crack. I tongued her asshole, then slid back down to her pussy, pressing my tongue into her petals and savoring her sweet nectar.
“You taste wonderful,” I gasped. “Lean against the sink and I'll send you to the moon.”
She did, presenting that delightful rear. I pressed my face into her pussy and ass, licking and sucking her delightful flesh. She tasted wonderful and I couldn't get enough of licking her pussy and tonguing her asshole.
“That's so dirty,” the Bride moaned, looking over her shoulder, her veil draping her blonde hair.
I wiggled my tongue into her tight hole, swirling it about and loving her gasps and moans. Her asscheeks clenched about my face as her pleasure built and built, pressing firm silk against my cheeks. I slid back down to her sex, tasting her sweet pussy and sour ass at the same time, savoring the decadent flavor.
I feasted on her pussy, nuzzling into her folds and working my tongue deeper and deeper inside her. Her labia were satin against me. I worked my way to her clitoris, my nose burying into her pussy. All I could smell was her excitement, increasing my own ardor. My cock ached to know her pussy, reaming in and out of her juicy hole.
She moaned as I found her clitoris, coaxing her small bud out of its hood and sucking it between my lips. Her hips shook, pressing back against me. I rubbed my lips around it, moaning and flicking my tongue about it.
“Oh, Vicky! No one's...oh, shit! Keep doing that! Oh, yes! Vicky! Vicky!”
I loved it when a woman sang my name with passion. Her voice rose in pitch and her cries descended into wordless moans. Her hips spasmed. Fresh juices flooded her mouth, running down my face and neck.
She came hard.
I drank her new juices, thrusting my tongue into her clenching hole. Her hips bucked again, and then she went limp, panting for breath. I gave her pussy a few more gentle licks, stroking her as her body came down from her high.
“Wow,” she sighed.
I rose up, my cock nudging her ass. She looked over her shoulder, a smile on her sweaty face, and nodded her permission, wiggling her rear at me. I grasped my cock, sliding it across her flesh and between her thighs to her liquid heat. She shuddered when I rubbed it along her groove, then I lowered my hips, pushed the tip of my cock against her drenched hole, and thrust in.
“Shit!” she groaned. “You're so big!” Her body tensed, her pussy squeezing down on my cock. “Oh, wow! That's amazing! I've never been so stretched.”
I pushed in deeper until I was buried all the way into her, pressing my large breasts against her supple back. “I'll be gentle. At first.”
I drew back, shuddering as her flesh clung to my withdrawing cock, then I drove back in, just as slow, her pussy stretching and giving way to me. The friction was intense and I groaned as I bottomed out in her again. It was such wonderful agony to slowly fuck her, fighting my urge to thrust wildly. Her hips shifted, adding a delightful wiggle that changed the feel of her cunt wrapped around my cock.
“You love my futa cock?”
“Oh, yes!” She pushed back, her firm ass pressing into my groin. “You're so big! I love it! Make me cum, Vicky!”
“I'm here to make sure your flight was as en
joyable as possible,” I purred into my ear, pulling back and stabbing harder into her.
“You're so dedicated to your job! You must love it!”
I thrust in again, wonderful friction building the pressure at the tip of my cock. “It definitely has its perks.”
“Fucking brides on their honeymoons?”
“That's a great one!”
Her hips pushed back, writhing from side to side. This was so exciting. I was fucking a bride on her wedding night, plundering her cunt before her husband had a crack at his new wife. I was so wicked as I enjoyed my stolen booty. I slammed into her harder, thrusting as deep into her silky furnaces as I could. This was my pussy. I had claimed it. Thank you, Aphrodite!
“Yes, yes!” she groaned. “Fuck me! I love it!”
“You're a futa slut, aren't you?” I growled, reaching around to find her dusky nipple, pinching and pulling; her cunt tightened about me.
“Yes! I love it! I've never had a better cock!” She let out another moan. “And your breasts! They're so big and wonderful and they feel amazing against my back. Not hard like a man, but soft and curvy!”
“You gonna cum on my cock?”
“Yes!” she groaned. “Keep fucking me and I'll scream!”
I gave her nipple another pinch, rapidly fucking my hips, pleasure shuddering through me as my cock slid through her tight flesh, trying to scratch that itch that was forming, my release nearing. My nipples rubbed against her supple back, her muscles bunching as she arched and writhed against me.
The turbulence was hard. She bounced up, almost sliding entirely off my cock, only the tip left in her velvet embrace, and then she slammed back down, grunting. Her back arched. Her pussy clenched about me. She bounced again again, the rough air sliding her up and down my cock as she screamed her climax.
One, last hard bounce lifted her off my cock and she slid sideways. I caught her. She turned, her left hand grasping my shoulder, her back landing against the door with a metallic thud. Her blue eyes stared into mine, and then she kissed me, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth as her arms tightened around my neck, pulling me against her. My wet cock rubbed on her stomach. I grabbed and found her embrace, thrusting in.
I drove her against the door, the lock rattling with every thrust. She moaned into my lips, her mouth hot and sweet, as she humped against me. Our breasts were crushed together, hard nipples sliding around pliant flesh, brushing, sending electricity shooting down to the tip of my cock. The pleasure built.
She broke the kiss, her body shuddering as I plunged into my treasure. “Cum in me,” she moaned. “Make me yours completely! Oh, wow! Sean's never fucked me this well! He's never made me cum so hard! Flood me!”
I sucked at her ear, then hissed, “I'm going to pour so much futa seed in you, you'll have spunk leaking out of you for your entire honeymoon!”
“Yes!” she moaned. “Yes, yes! I want that!”
“Then let me feel you cum, futa slut! And I'll give you what you want!”
She moaned, hunching her hips against me and grinding that hard clitoris into my groin. Her pussy grew tighter, squeezing down on my cock as I plunged it in and out of her. She gasped and shuddered and liquid warmth flooded around my shaft, drenching my crotch as she writhed in my arms, the lavatory door groaning in protest.
“Vicky!” she screamed as she came. “Flood me!”
My first spurt was powerful. It shot through me, all my muscles clenching. “Irene!” I moaned, driving into her and pouring more of my spunk deep into her depths. Every blast sent a pulse of pleasure through me.
I panted on her shoulder, my cock shrinking, sliding out of her pussy and becoming my little clitoris again. I nuzzled her neck, her blonde hair and veil brushing my temples. Her breath was hot on my ear and her lips were cool.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
I fell to my knees, smiling up at her, and stared at her well-fucked pussy messy with cum and cream. I inhaled the salt and sweet aroma then worked my tongue into her pussy, gathering a mouthful of our combines fluids.
Her eyes were wide as I rose up, then I shoved my cum-covered tongue into her mouth, letting her taste my spunk straight from her cunt. She moaned, savoring the kinky mixture as much as I did. I enjoyed her kiss as my afterglow slowly faded away, leaving that wonderful, sleepy, contented feeling pumping through my blood.
“I can't believe we did that,” she whispered. “It's my honeymoon, and all I can think about is round two.”
“It's a long flight,” I promised her. “Plenty of time to have fun.”
She grinned. I had made another futa slut, converting another woman to the joys Aphrodite gave to her followers. I so loved flying the friendly, futa skies.
Futa Mile-High Club
Flying the Futa Skies 2
(A Story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)
by
Reed James
Futa Mile High Club
I loved being a futa flight attendant. There was just so much opportunity for fun when flying the friendly skies for Aphrodite Air. The pay was all right, but the perks were amazing. The company didn't mind if we fooled around with our passengers, spreading Aphrodite's love to whichever attractive women we desired.
It was like being in a candy shop, trying to choose from all those wonderful sweets. Sometimes you wanted variety, and sometimes you wanted your favorite. As we prepared the plane for take off for the flight to Hawaii, my eyes were locked on my favorite candy—kissed by fire.
“Umm, Cassie is just to die for,” I purred to Vicky, my fellow First-Class flight attendant.
“The redhead?” she asked, her eyes locked on the blonde bride a few rows back. I knew which candy she was picking for this flight.
“Uh-huh,” I moaned, pressing my thighs together, my clitoris itching to transform into a futa cock. Like every pilot and flight attendant that worked for Aphrodite Air, we were all part of the Sisterhood, gifted by the Goddess with beauty, irresistible sex-appeal, and a clitoris that would grow into a full-grown dick whenever we grew horny.
In no time we were airborne, and had hours to wile away on the oceanic flight to the tropic, Hawaiian islands and I knew just how I wanted to wile them away. We reached cruising altitude and the fasten seat belt sign turned off; I stood up, eager to get on with the fun. We were a red-eye flight, and First Class only had six passengers: the Bride and her new husband, a pair of business men, and Cassie the redhead and her bleached-blonde friend.
“Who would like some complimentary champagne?” I asked. “Just a way for Aphrodite Air to show our appreciation for choosing to fly with us.”
Cassie the redhead and Erin, her bleached-blonde friend, faces lit up, their eyes burning with delight. “Sounds wonderful,” purred Cassie, her coppery curls framing her freckled and beautiful face.
I gave them a dazzling smile. “I'll get whip those right up for you. I want you to have the best flight of your life.”
“Well, free champagne is a great way to start,” Cassie grinned, leaning back in her seat, her round breasts pressing against her tight, blue tank top. No bra and the AC was doing its work, her nipples dimpling the fabric. I couldn't wait to have my lips wrapped around her nubs. “I've never flown First Class before.”
“We won a contest,” giggled her friend. “It was at the public library of all places.”
I bet that's Mary's library in Buckley. “Well how wonderful for you. You definitely need some free champagne to celebrate your good fortune.”
Cassie nodded her head.
Vicky was already getting the drinks ready, she had poured six glasses and had set four to one side of the cart. “Those four are the blessed ones,” Vicky whispered, pointing.
“Wicked slut,” I giggled.
She had enchanted them with Aphrodite's power. Everyone who drank from those champagne flutes would sleep the flight away while Vicky and I had our fun. I grabbed a regular flute and an enchanted one, walking back to the beautiful Cassie. �
�Here you are,” I smiled, handing Cassie the unenchanted champagne, the liquid bubbling.
She took a sip, her lips curling into a big grin. “Wow. I've never had the real stuff before.”
My smile grew as her friend downed her flute in one gulp, giggling as she held her empty glass up. “Whoops. I spilled mine. Could I get another free one?”
“You spilled it right down your gullet,” Cassie laughed, nudging her friend in the ribs; the redhead's lovely breasts jiggled beneath that top.
“I know. So clumsy of me.”
Cassie grinned, then polished off her own. “Oops, I spilled mine, too.”
I crouched down on the balls of my feet, looking up at her as she handed me her empty glass. “And what are you going to give me if I do get you another free glass?”
“I don't have any cash on me,” she frowned. “I only—”
I touched her flawless knee beneath her jean skirt, my fingers light and gentle; a shiver ran through her. “I think we can work out a trade.”
Cassie swallowed, her eyes a little wild. She glanced over at her friend, but the bleached-blonde's eyes were closed and her head kept nodding as the spell worked its magic. “Um, Erin?”
“She's just tired,” I told her, my fingers stroking her flesh. “She shouldn't have downed her drink so fast.”
“So, um, what would you take?” she asked, her thighs slowly spreading. I doubt she was even conscious of it, her body responding to Aphrodite's gift—no woman could resist a futanari's charm.
“Hmm, let me think,” I purred, my fingers creeping higher.
“Are you...hitting on me?” Her thighs spread wider. Maybe she had done it on purpose.
“What do you think?” My fingers disappeared beneath the hem of her jean skirt.
“That you are a sexy stewardess,” she grinned, “and I would love to join the mile-high club.”
“So, is she your girlfriend?” I asked, glancing at the snoring blonde, her champagne flute lying on her lap.
“Just a friend, though I wouldn't mind getting to know her better.” My hand slid higher. “But since she can't hold her liqueur, I would love to get to know you instead.”