Futanarium 1: An Erotic Short Story Bundle (9 page)

Nina’s hand squeezed intermittently, coaxing, almost milking the base of the cock in an effort to bring Rika to orgasm, her other hand settling into a counter-clockwise rhythm as it massaged the hefty, potent balls. She was like a machine almost, proficiently and effectively building up her partner’s lust to a boiling point, and then beyond. It was all Rika could do not to hilt herself down the girl’s throat. She contained herself, still resting a hand on Nina’s head, the other holding on to that picture.

Finally, without warning Nina tore herself free, gasping for air as she almost shouted up at Rika. “Just do it! Just fucking do it! Christ!” And with that, she threw herself back at her work, breathing heavily out of her nose, occasionally tensing up slightly as she pressed herself too deeply down.

Rika was stunned for a moment. Dirty talk was one thing, but this was more porny than she was ready to accept. Then again... She looked down, meeting the girl’s firm, insistent gaze. With a crooked smile, Rika turned the photograph of Nina and Nick around. Finally, the girl looked away, in shame it appeared. Even while she was slobbering on a fat dick, she still had a little dignity left.

Rika held the photo in place for a few more seconds then let it flutter to the ground. Both her hands now laid behind Nina’s head, fingers curled into a gentle hold of her hair. At first, she simply held Nina in place, as deep as she could naturally go before she pushed her further, to the sound of a gagging, protesting throat. But Nina did not attempt to free herself.

Rather, she closed her eyes, clearly fighting to relax. Her nose was pressed up against Rika’s pelvis and those sloshing balls rested comfortably against her chin. If there had been any going back from what she was doing before, it was impossible now. She had given herself over, willingly encouraging Rika to exploit her. Nina tensed again, a reaction to the thick cock, throbbing with lust, lodged in her throat.

Only a few demanding pushes into Nina’s throat were necessary. Thoroughly worked over and coaxed to the brim of orgasm, Rika felt herself tremble, pressing her body heavily up against the girl’s face. She quaked, groaning loudly as the first thick, creamy load of seed burst from her. There was no choice for Nina but to swallow it. The first large rope of cum was followed by a second, third, sixth, eighth.

Nina’s cheeks were reddening from lack of air by the time Rika’s hands relaxed, having pumped herself empty once again. The girl fell back from her, sitting on the floor, the two gasping for breath almost in sync.

Rika pushed herself off from the bed, landing on her knees on the wooden floor with a light bump. Her skirt had conveniently fallen with her, covering her up neatly. No such comfort was given to Nina, her skin and lower face still covered in drool mixed with spilled cum. The girl swallowed, looking up at Rika.

They embraced, imperfect good girl and freak, holding on to each other for a moment of understanding. Rika withdrew just slightly, pressing her lips to Nina’s, drool and seed trapped between them or pushed aside. Neither of them cared in that moment.

For a few minutes they sat on the floor together entwined, and Rika imagined that they both held the thoughts about what they were doing at bay, flushing any hint of guilt from their systems simply by letting themselves be conquered by their mutual warmth. She turned her head, pressing a series of slow, light kisses down along the side of Nina’s neck. She could feel that their day together was spent, even if it was still morning.

They were not meant to be anything more than what they were now. Brief adulterous lovers, driven together by passion and torn apart by necessity when their needs subsided. She felt Nina’s small hand push against her stomach gently. It was time to go, she knew. Time to return to pretend-normalcy, to perhaps steal an illicit touch in a hallway or at the bar, but to return to never having known each other.

Rika pushed an insisted kiss to Nina’s lips, ignoring the hand against her body for that moment, then stood. Nina followed her up, and walked her to the door.

“
You know, Nina, we never used rubber...”

She was still pushing Rika out of the room gently without receiving any protests. The door was shutting behind Rika as she heard the mumbled, self-satisfied tone in Nina’s voice as she answered. “Mmnope,” she said. That lazy, quietly-whispered word was more powerfully arousing than the sight of the girl’s naked body had been. Rika hurried back to her room to take care of herself.

***~~~~~***

The day and night had passed uneventfully. Rika, having had little to do while housebound by the research conducted on her, had taken to reading and writing. She had found it difficult to get started, but once she was she intermittently disappeared into her work as usual, only occasionally surfacing to notice the world outside her laptop screen, the sensation of returning to the world very similar to what she felt when an orgasm faded.

Amazing how a little risqué love could inspire the poetic faucet of something as everyday as her writing sessions. She smiled, looking at her manuscript. It was a strange, post-alien invasion epic, except the aliens were amazons equipped similarly to herself and earth’s inhabitants were their regularly-scheduled sex slaves. Nothing any publisher would ever pick up to be sure, but she enjoyed the fantasy of it. And now, having met Nina, she had a new impetus to include a human love interest for the amazon protagonist.

Once the day’s work was done however, she found that it was more difficult to get comfortable reading. She spent more time peering out over her chalk-white balcony at the azure sky then she did turning pages. Her mind wandered, scenes from the night before making their way back to her.

Frantic, panting breath as she violently tore the girl’s arms behind her back, whipping the rope around her wrists. She was near-naked, using her body to press her victim down into the sand. Only a victim was supposed to struggle, squirm and call for help more than this one did, not that she had thought of it in the moment. All that mattered then was to tie her, to hold her there to be used, to be fucked.

Rika shook her head, accepting that very little reading would happen. She spent the day by the pool instead, sunbathing and trying to keep her racy thoughts to a minimum. When she went to bed that night, her body was whirring and tingling with lust.

She had seen Nina once, walking out of the hotel and past the pool. They had shared a look that was perhaps a few seconds too long, but otherwise made no sign that they were acquainted. The day’s fun had been had already, and Rika knew that she would have to contain herself, at least for now.

The girl’s boyfriend would be returning soon enough, and that would spell the end of their brief, illicit relationship. She rolled to her back on top of the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She dearly hoped that she had not seen the last of Nina, and took that thought with her to her dreams.

***~~~~~***

Two discrete knocks on the door. Rika was shaken out of her own little dreamscape. The words had been flowing better today than in a long time, but even then, in the back of her mind, she still offered Nina a thought more often than she thought she should. She walked over and opened the door. A young, tan man who looked like he was less than pleased with whatever his job was, gave her an almost nonexistent bow.

“Miss,” he said, glancing down at a card he probably hoped she was not paying attention to. “Miss Duke? A Mrs. Catarina would like you to come to her room as soon as you can.”

“
Of course. Thanks,” she said. “Wait here.” She stepped back into her room, walking to the table she was writing at, fishing a pittance of the local currency out of her wallet before returning to send the young man off. She leaned against the door with a heavy sigh after closing it. It was one of those deep, pensive exhalations that are sometimes mistaken for relief. Perhaps it really was relief.

Rika felt both anxious and very happy. Nina let her live out urges that had been her own fantasies a little more than a year ago, except now she was doing, rather than receiving. She pushed off from the door, offering herself a scrutinizing look in the mirror.

Writing did not require much dressing up, and she was dressed in a loose black t-shirt and a pair of black boy shorts. Not very appropriate for greeting anyone at the door, she realized. Perhaps it was also why the guy had taken an extra moment to study his card.

She fished a new skirt out of the closet, her eagerness to get to Nina’s room overpowering her fashion sense for the moment. A black, pleated skirt would do for now. It was a short walk, and besides, she might not be wearing it for very long. A wolfish grin touched her face at the thought. She pulled the skirt on and was out the door, making the short trip to Nina and her boyfriend’s room in less than two minutes.

She could hear the sound of showering from inside, and it elicited another satisfied grin from her. She adjusted the black tee and was about to knock on the door when Nina pulled it ajar and peered out. Her eyes, all that was visible of her, lit up with what Rika judged to be the same mischievous smile she had seen the day before. Nina opened the door wider, holding her finger over her lips.

Rika nodded, stepping quietly into the apartment. The shower ran, and from the sound of the water, it was obvious that someone was in there. She gave a questioning look to Nina, who stood on her toes, leaning close to whisper.

“He just got back. I figured maybe you’d like to help me give him a proper welcome kiss?”

The words took a moment to settle in Rika’s mind, but when they did she smiled an almost insidious grin, nodding down to Nina. Placing both her hands on the girl’s shoulders, she pushed the girl down to her knees. It was obvious enough what Nina had in mind, and Rika had had more than enough time on her own to come to terms with the sexual relationship that Nina wanted.

It felt easy to provide for her needs, especially as those soft, eager lips leaned into her skirt, searching for a bulge to press a kiss against. The show of affection was pleasant, of course, but with someone showering right next to them, only separated by the wall that Rika now moved to lean up against, she felt pressed for time. Enough that she was not going to risk interruption by drawing things out unnecessarily.

Nina had put her hair into a relatively loose ponytail, something that turned out to be very helpful for Rika. She pushed her hand down the back of the girl’s head, fingers following the curve of Nina’s skull, pushing between her straight, dusky-blonde locks and squeezing strands of hair between her fingers in a firm grip. She led Nina down and under her skirt, pressing her face against the clinging boxers for a short moment.

“Pull them down, show me what you can do,” she said, her voice having taken on a commanding streak. Two days ago, she would not have had the courage to live out her fantasies. Now, with this eager, kneeling woman taking everything she had dealt out, things were different. They were already too far gone.

Rika could hear Nina’s boyfriend shifting lightly in the shower behind the wall. Somehow it only turned her on more, made her more recklessly lustful. The taboo, the simple and utter wrongness of it was a more powerful aphrodisiac than any manufactured drug. Nina had barely had the time to peel the shorts down before Rika reached down, pressing her hard shaft into the kneeling girl’s mouth, beginning to roll her hips downwards in rhythmic thrusts.

She fought to keep her breathing discrete, to stop herself from groaning as the naked, carnal passion overtook her. This was not some elaborate dance where they checked how far they would go with their displays of emotion for each other, this was more animalistic than that. Nina had found her provider and she had found another, better partner to service sexually.

A part of Rika almost wanted Nina’s boyfriend to come stumbling out of the bathroom to find his girlfriend near-gagging on the massive cock she so obviously adored. She pushed her pelvis forward roughly, both hands now settled behind Nina’s head, holding her in place firmly. She sputtered, slender hands and slim fingers grasping the strong thighs flexing on either side of her face. Rika held her still, made her cross another line before finally easing off with the sound of Nina’s wheezing breathing egging her on.

He turned the water off.

Their eyes met, widened. Nina began to pull back, but Rika’s hands stopped her, held her and a few seconds later, the girl relaxed again, resigned to her fate. She closed her eyes, beginning to rock back and forth, raising one of her hands to gently cup Rika’s swollen balls. The room was silent save the light, lewd echoes coming from Nina’s throat. As the silence dragged on, Rika’s breath grew shallower. At last, she simply held her breath, waiting for the inevitable.

And then he turned the water on again.

Rika glanced down, a devious smile on her face, once again beginning to thrust down into Nina’s face. It was obviously taxing for the girl, this relatively gentle facefuck, but it was what she wanted. Rika sensed it. If this had not been what Nina wanted, she could have cut it off in a hundred different ways, but she did not.

The truth was, had to be, that this was what Nick had never given her. Or, rather, it was what he never took from her. Control. Nina squeezed Rika’s thighs again, her throat squelching dangerously loudly, her cheeks burning red beneath the streaks and strands of drool.

Nina was good, there could be no doubt about that. Beneath the daddy’s nice girl exterior there was someone who could milk a dick dry with her mouth in less than a minute if she wanted to, if her partner wanted to. Rika did not, did hers to extend their session just a little, but it was not entirely in her hands. Despite her best efforts to keep in control, her hands holding the girl’s head firmly, she could not control Nina’s roaming, insistent tongue.