by Reed James
She leaned over, her coppery hair spilling across my face and kissed me. My heart beat a million miles a second. She was sweet and tart—tangerine lip gloss—her tongue teasing, brushing my lips, then pulling back as I opened them, then darting back into my mouth, caressing my tongue. My hand slid higher, pressing for the heat burning between her thighs.
I moaned when she broke the kiss, leaning back, her tongue flicking out to taste her lips and the red smears my lipstick left. She patted her lap, arching her eyebrow. I grinned, climbing onto her lap, my heeled feet hanging out into the aisle, and our lips met in another wondrous kiss, my fingers running through those fire-kissed tresses.
Vicky passed me, her dark-blue miniskirt, identical to the one I wore, bunched around her waist, her futa cock pink and bobbing before her as she strode to the bathroom. I wondered if the Bride was going to follow, then Cassie's hand touched my pantyhose-clad thigh, pushing beneath my skirt, and I didn't care. Vicky could have her fun, and I'd have mine.
Her hand snaked deeper beneath my skirt, sliding up my nylons, my skin tingling and my clitoris begging to transform, itching to grow into a futa cock. What a wonderful surprise for Cassie to find. I shuddered as it grew, pressing against my tight pantyhose, my sensitive flesh rubbing against the stretching fabric as it grew to its full girth. Her hand grew closer and I moaned into her lips, kissing her fiercer, eager for her to discover the extra I was packing.
While her hand slid up, my own hands went exploring. I traced the strap of her tank top, sliding down her flesh to her generous bosom. My fingers dipped into her top, giving her pliant flesh a nice squeeze. I pressed deeper into her warmth, questing for her nipple. She inhaled through her nose, squirming as I found her erect nub, rolling it between my fingers.
Her hand reached my crotch, feeling my cock bulging my pantyhose. Her eyes shot open and she tried to break the kiss and pull away. I pinched her nipple and leaned in, pursuing her fleeing lips, keeping her locked in our kiss as her hand kept exploring the extra part I was packing between my thighs.
I loved the moment when a woman realized I was something so much more wonderful.
“Shit,” she gasped, breaking her lips away. “Are you a guy?”
“I'm a futanari,” I breathed. “I'm a woman that's got a little extra. My breasts are real, and so is the juicy pussy between my legs.”
“Fuck!” she gasped, her hands stroking my cock. “I've never felt one before.”
“Then isn't it your lucky day,” I purred into her ear, sucking her cute lobe between my lips as she rubbed and caressed me.
She played with my cock and I played with her nipple, my face buried in her soft, coppery curls, my nose filling with apricot—her shampoo. I loved red hair so much and hers was this beautiful shade shimmering in the soft cabin light as her head shifted.
“I have to see it,” she groaned, her fingernails rubbing down my cock, rasping against the nylons. Her other hand shoved my skirt up, revealing my cock pressing against the dark fabric, some pink bleeding through, a dark patch forming as the pantyhose absorbed my precum. She traced it. “No balls.” She pushed lower, her fingers pressing into my pussy lips, gathering drops of my excitement. “Fuck me.”
“I will,” I giggled. “Don't you fret. Free my cock.”
Her hands slid up to the waistband of my pantyhose.
“No.” My eyebrows raised. “Free my cock.”
She grinned, her fingernails biting into the delicate fabric, ripping the pantyhose open. I loved the sound of nylon's tearing, knowing my lover is so eager to get at my dick. My cock spilled out, hard and pink, the tip dark with my excitement, sprouting from the top of my pussy. She tore harder, ripping my pantyhose even more open, cool air blowing on my hot pussy.
“Damn. You are a hermaphrodite.”
“A futanari,” I corrected.
Her fingernail slid through my naked pussy, scraping the sensitive flesh and sending shivers through my body. Then she circled up my dick's shaft, dragging that fingernail to the tip. I groaned as my cock twitched, shuddering pain mixed with pleasure and filled me up.
“This is the most out there thing I've ever seen.”
“Wait until you feel it inside you, stretching your pussy. Trust me, it's far better than a strap-on.”
“I can't believe I'm going to get fucked by a woman with a cock.”
“I can stop,” I told her, sliding off her lap, my cock waving in front of her lips. “If you want.”
Her eyes were glued to my cock. “Hell no. I'm joining the mile high club tonight.”
She sucked the tip of my cock into her mouth, her teeth scrapping along the tip, her mouth rough as she sucked. Her hand slid up my thigh as she sucked my cock, loud and sloppy, slurping as she savored me. Fingers brushed my vulva. Two fingers shoved inside me, fingernails scraping my delicate flesh.
“Shit,” I groaned, my hips fucking my cock deeper into her mouth. “Finger me! Blow me! Shit!”
I gathered handfuls of her coppery hair, pulling her into my cock as I humped her face. Warring pleasure battled inside me, the intense pressure building at the tip of my dick and the wonderful waves of bliss rippling through my body as her fingers plunged over and over into my liquid depths. I loved being a futanari.
I closed my eyes, pumping my hips, letting myself get lost to the amazing sensations this wonderful redhead was giving me. Her generous mouth and her probing fingers were working my body into a froth of ecstasy. I pumped faster, the head of my cock brushing the back of her throat while her fingers spurred my lusts to greater heights.
“Take it!” I groaned, slamming my cock down her throat. A third finger stabbed into me, stretching me open. “Take my futa dick, slut!” Her lips brushed my shaved groin before I drew back and slammed in again. “Take every inch of my cock!”
She did, her throat relaxing. She must love having a strap-on fucking her mouth because she was a pro at deep-throating. Her throat was tight and she swallowed when I was buried in her, massaging the tip, then sucking hard as I drew back, the suction almost ripping the cum out of me. And those wonderful fingers explored my aching hole, brushing every sensitive bit of flesh in my pussy.
“Yes, yes!” I howled, my release building, about to explode out of me. “Gonna cum, slut! Get ready! Shit!”
Her fingers curled, fingernails scraping the top of my pussy, hitting that wonderful bundle of nerves—my G-spot. I howled, pulling on her hair and driving my cock deep into her throat. A tsunami swept through my body, crashing around inside me, then surging down my futa dick. I drew back as my cum erupted in powerful pulses that shook my entire body, flooding her mouth with my salty love.
I stared into her green eyes as her cheeks swelled, then she swallowed my load. But more flooded her lips, leaking down the corners of her mouth as my pulsing cock poured my lust into her faster than she could swallow. One last shudder surged out of me into her hungry mouth, then I let go of her coppery hairs.
“Wow,” she panted, cum staining her tongues. “I've never—”
I bent down and kissed my mile high lover, eager to get a taste of my salty-sweet cum, licking it off her lips, then probing her mouth, searching for every little trace of my cum I could find. I loved it. I was a spunk fanatic. The only thing I loved more than cum was a redhead's pussy covered in fiery hair.
I fell to my knees, eager to find out if she was a firecrotch.
Cassie panted, “This is so wild.”
I shoved my hands beneath her skirt, grasping her panties. She lifted her hips, grinning, more than happy to let me pull them off. I could see her red hair. She was a firecrotch. I shoved my face beneath her jean skirt, my lips aching to feel her silk on my lips. She smelled wonderful, tart and tangy. My tongue dug through her pussy lips while her pubic hair tickled my cheeks.
“Shit! That's it! Eat my pussy, futanari!” Her hips shook, smearing pussy cream across my face.
I worshiped her, my nose filled with her musk, my lips and tongue smeared wit
h her juices. I wanted to live between her thighs as I worked my tongue deep into her. My clitoris grew hard, expanding back into a cock, aching and begging to be touched, to bury into her inviting cunt and erupt into her steamy depths.
My tongue and lips came to learn every inch of her flesh, sucking her cute clitoris between my lips and flicking my tongue against it, to sucking her thick, drooping pussy lips, letting my teeth lightly graze them while her wonderful, soft, silky pubic hairs caressed and tickled my face.
Her gasps grew louder and higher pitched, ascending into cute squeaks as her hips shifted and pleasure spasmed through her. Her fingernails scraped against my scalp as her fingers tightened in my hair, guiding my face to all the parts of her pussy she wanted pleased.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” she gasped over and over. Her hips spasmed violently, smearing her pussy around my face. She let out a wordless howl. Tart and tangy musk flooded my lips. Her thighs tightened about my face and her fingers pulled on my hair.
She came hard.
I was so happy to give it to her.
“Oh, stewardess,” she moaned. “That was the best service I've ever received on a flight.”
I pulled my face away, juices dripping from my chin. “What did I tell you? When you fly with Aphrodite Air, you're flying through the friendliest skies.”
“I want to feel your cock inside me,” she groaned, pulling me up by the hair to her face. “Let me feel that big girl stretching me open.”
Our lips met; her tongue eager this time, savoring her musk on my lips as she explored my mouth. Her thighs wrapped around my waist, pulling my crotch against hers, my cock sliding against her thighs and passing through her fiery bush, silky hair caressing my tip. Her hand shot down, grasping me and aiming me right for her hole.
I buried into her. Hot flesh engulfed me. Bliss flooded through me. I moaned into her lips, pulling back and driving in deeper. Her hands found my breasts, squeezing me through my blouse as I dove over and over into her, the chair creaking. I found the button on the armrest; the chair reclined back.
I broke the kiss, looking down at her beauty framed by coppery hair. Her mouth gaped, her eyes rolled in her head, and her head tossed as my cock sent pleasure crashing through her every time I buried into her pussy. Sweat beaded her forehead, color blushed her freckled cheeks.
“Let me see those tits!” she groaned, her hand squeezing my breasts through my blouse. “I want to suck them. I love tits!”
“Are you a booby slut?”
“The biggest.” She glanced at her passed out friend. “Look at her pair. I'm going to see them this weekend and bury my face between them!”
“You can play with hers later. Now you get to suck my titties!”
Her hands fumbled at my blouse buttons. “Come on,” she hissed. The button came undone, then the second as I pumped slowly in her, savoring the hot feel of her cunt massaging my cock. “That's it! Come to momma!”
My breasts spilled out and her hungry mouth engulfed my nipple. Wonderful, hot, sucking pleasure boiled through me. Her lips were soft, her tongue was lithe, swirling about my erect nub. Her teeth nipped me, a little pain that spurred my hips to fuck her harder, slamming my cock into her depths and mashing my groin into her clit. She bucked and trembled, sucking harder, loving my nipple and my cock.
“Suck my tit, booby slut!” I groaned, pounding her, the chair shaking and creaking, her pussy a wet furnace bringing my cock to a boil.
She switched breasts, nuzzling between them, then she engulfed my other nipple, lavishing it with as much attention as the first. A shudder of pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, burying my face into her sweet, coppery hair, rubbing it across my face, kissed by her fire. Her hips humped, grinding into me.
My hips grew frantic as they pumped, desperate to relieve the pressure her heat was generating. My pipes were close to bursting, and I pounded her, gasping and moaning, not caring if anyone in coach heard me. The flight attendants back there would just have to deal with any scenes I made. I was taking my pleasure with Cassie's body and nothing was going to stop me until I flooded her pussy with my futa semen.
She chewed and sucked my nipple, her hands sliding around my waist and finding my ass, those sharp fingernails digging into my flesh, pulling me deep into her. It was too much. Her pussy was tight and silky. My cock shuddered with every thrust and withdrawal.
“Gonna cum!” I moaned. “You're gonna have your first load of spunk dumped in your cunt!”
She sucked harder at my nipple as her pussy milked me.
I buried into her sucking hole. My cum erupted. Thick spurts sending pleasure arching through me. I let out a wordless howl, possessing this woman. I drew back, the pleasure so intense on my sensitive head, feeling every velvety inch of her pussy, then I slammed into her depths to let the finals squirts baste her cervix.
Her hips humped against my gasping body, rubbing her clitoris into my pubic mound. She moaned around my nipple, sucking as much of my tit into her mouth as she could. Her body bucked beneath me. Soft, cute gasps escaped around my nipple. Her fingernails bit into the flesh of my ass. I shuddered, savoring her passion around my softening cock.
Then she went limp beneath me, her head lolling to the side. “Holy shit,” she purred. “That was intense.”
I nodded my head.
“When can you get it up again?” she smiled, shifting her hips and arching her eyebrow. “I need to cum like that again.”
“I'm a futanari,” I smiled. “I don't need to recover like a man.”
“Good, I—”
“Flight attendant to the cockpit,” Captain Sally announced over the intercom.
I groaned, “I'll be right back.”
I slid out of her, my cock flopping wet in front of me, still slowly shrinking back into a clitoris. She reached out and flicked it, giggling as it swayed to the side. “So cute. Where did you get it?”
I winked at her and turned, walking to the front of the plane in the tatters of my uniform, my skirt bunched around my waist, my pantyhose torn open, and my blouse undone—just the way a futa flight attendant should look.
I knocked at the cabin door, giving the special, prearranged signal. It opened and Captain Sally gave me an amused look. “Having fun, Amanda?”
“Always, Captain.” I glanced at her missing skirt and her half-hard futa cock. “I see you and First Officer Maria are passing the time.”
“I'm afraid I had to be very strict with her,” grinned the Captain; Maria was still on her probation. I heard chains rattling, and I smiled.
“You're the best. I'm sure you'll sort her out, Captain.”
“Is Vicky finished with that bride. I want a piece of her.”
A low, muffled moan came from the lavatory. “ I think they're almost done. I'll let her know.”
She patted my cheek. “Good girl.”
I glanced down at her futa cock swelling and extending to its full girth, and smiled—the Captain had the biggest futa cock. The Captain disappeared back into the cockpit and I yanked open the door to the lavatory when the moans and squeals reached their peak. The Bride fell back into me, naked save for the veil on her head. I caught her and took advantage to give her conical breast a quick squeeze.
“Captain would love to give her blessing to the new bride,” I said. “And Vicky, I need help with a passenger. She's far too insatiable. She needs two flight attendants to help her.”
“Is the Captain a futa?” asked the Bride.
“Yes she is,” I grinned. “You'll enjoy the cockpit.”
The bride was eager as she slipped into the cockpit.
Vicky and I faced the redhead. “Ohh, two of you,” she purred, writhing on her seat, spreading her legs to show off the creampie I had baked in her oven. Was there a sight more beautiful than a fiery crotch matted with my cum?
“Yum,” Vicky purred, padding over, her cock ballooning—my fellow flight attendant was a slut for futa creampie, even her own.
Vicky's red
hair was darker than Cassie, a wonderful contrast as she knelt down and buried her face into Cassie's firecrotch. Cassie shuddered as the futa took a long lick of her pussy, gathering a mouthful of my cum.
My cock blossomed.
Vicky's tone ass waggled at me, her cock dangling between her thighs, throbbing and hard, dripping precum on the carpet, and her shaved pussy beckoned me. I strode over, Cassie's lidded eyes fixed on my jutting futa dick.
“Are you gonna fuck her?” Cassie moaned with bliss. “Are you going to stick your futa cock in her futa cunt?”
“Of course,” I grinned. “Me and Vicky love to play together.”
“We do,” Vicky moaned, flashing a look over her shoulder, her chin and cheeks a mess with pussy cream and futa cum.
I fell to my knees behind her, slapping her ass with my cock, loving the pleasure tingling through me and the jiggle in her cheeks. I gave her a second slap. “Bad futa,” I giggled. “Pigging out on pussy and cum.”
“So bad,” she purred.
“Better spank her again,” giggled Cassie, then she shuddered. “Oh, yeah. Work that tongue into my snatch. You futa's love pussy!”
“We do,” I laughed, spanked her cheeks one last time, then buried my cock into Vicky's cunt. She was as tight as Cassie, but in different places, her cunt squeezing down on my cock as I pulled back. Vicky was always a great fuck.
I pumped my fellow futa's cunt, reaching around to grasp her hard cock, fisting it in rhythm to my thrusts. It was almost like my cock had reached through her and I was jerking myself off. Vicky's pussy clamped down on me every time my hand caressed the peak of her dick, my thrusts driving her face deeper into Cassie's snatch.
The passenger's face clenched in pleasure, her mouth gaping wide open as she let out a low moan, then her head tossing as Vicky's tongue worked its magic on Cassie's pussy. Her legs lifted up, draping across Vicky's back, her cute toes in front of my face.
“Oh, you dirty slut!” groaned Cassie as I sucked her big toe into my lips, tasting the sweaty flavor. Her eyes went wide as my tongue slid between her toes and her hands flew to her breasts, squeezing hard as she shuddered. “Shit, shit! I love it! You two futas are driving me nuts! Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Suck my toes! Suck my pussy! Shit!”