The Aphrodite Sisterhood Collection 1 (12 Futa Stories-Massive Bundle!)(Futa-on-Female, Hot Wife, Menage, Cheating, Bride, Erotia) (3 page)

“Fuck me!” I growled, pretending it was a real cock, remembering the flash of imagination I had. “Fuck me with your girl-cock!”

“That's why you're here,” panted Linda.

“What?” I asked. It was so hard to think as she fucked me with the strap-on.

“To be fucked by a futanari,” Linda purred. “Oh, you are so tight!”

“You fuck every customer?”

“Uh-huh,” she grunted. “It's why a massage normally costs $400.”

Her dildo stirred me up. I groaned, savoring every hard thrust. “Fuck me! This is definitely worth $400! Make me cum! I need this!”

She slapped my ass. “Umm, you do need it, honey.”

“Give it to me!”

She did, pumping harder, driving me into the bolster, her groin slapping against my ass. It felt so wonderful as she gave me a deep tissue massage. Pleasure radiated through me, gathering in a ball at the core of my femininity.

“I love your pussy!” Linda growled. “So wet and tight on my cock.”

I didn't know how Linda knew about my hermaphrodite fantasy, but it was working. I pictured Linda pumping away, her tan body glistening with sweat, her perky breasts bouncing, her pigtails swirling about her head, and a real cock jutting from her groin spearing into my pussy. I loved it. I wished she had a real cock.

“Fuck me with you girl-cock!” I moaned, getting into my fantasy. I didn't know where this idea came from, but I was hooked on it. Pleasure surged through me with an amazing, rolling warmth every time her cock plunged into me, rocking the massage table.

“You love it, don't you, slut?”

Slap! My ass stung; I felt so dirty.

“I do!” I hissed. “I love your girl-cock!”

“You're my futa slut!”

“Yes!” I screamed, so close to cumming. “I'm your slut!”

“Then cum for me!”

I burst inside! Pleasure fried my brain, driving out any thing but rapture. My muscles spasmed and my pussy convulsed about her dildo. Her strap-on kept stabbing into me, prolonging my passion, curling my toes with the bliss only an orgasm can bring.

“I love it! Cum on my futa cock. Your pussy's milking me. Uh, fuck!”

Her strokes pounded me harder; her fingers dug into my hips. Quick gasps escaped her lips every time she bottomed out in me. Then she grunted, burying the strap-on all the way inside me and warmth flooded—

She just came inside me!

Linda had a cock!

I came again!

Hard, spasming pleasure quivered through me, leaving me a pile of bliss saturated with rapture. Another squirt of girl-cum basted me, so wild, sending more pleasure screaming through me. A woman was cumming inside me!

“So wonderful!” I groaned.

She drove one last time into me, and one last jet of spunk flooded my pussy. “Oh, yes,” she sighed, stroking my back with teasing fingers. “Melody, you were amazing!”

“So were you!” I gasped.

The cock pulled out of me; Linda slipped off the table,landing lightly on her feet. I had to see her dick. Where did it come from? She didn't have one when we started the massage. My head came up from the recessed hole, snapping towards Linda. She faced away, her naked, tan ass wiggling as she walked, and something fleshy dangled between her legs.

It was a cock. Holy shit!

“How?” I gasped.

Linda turned around and the cock sprouted where her fat clit had been. And it was so hot! I could see her pussy wet beneath her shaft. I licked my lips, mouth watering at the thought of sucking her dick.

“My clit grows into a cock when I'm aroused,” she explained. “I'm a true futa girl!”

“That's amazing!” I gaped. I sat up on the massage table, her cum running white out of my pussy. “Holy shit!”

I reached down and scooped up a big gob of the white stuff. I had to taste it. Salt, mixed with my tart musk, exploded on my taste buds. I've never liked a man's cum, too strong and bitter, but this was sweeter, more feminine.

“You want to get a fresh taste?”

I nodded my head with vigor, a huge grin plastered to my face.

“Then scooch.”

I slid off the massage table and Linda stretched out upon it, resting her head on the round, pink bolster, her clit-cock rising up hard and proud, glistening with my passion. I couldn't take my eyes off the waving shaft, so pink and lovely, mushroom-shaped tip just like a guy's, only somehow far cuter.

“Let's sixty-nine!”

“God, yes!” I groaned.

I climbed on, straddling her face, her cock thrusting up before me, so pretty. I leaned down, opened wide, and swallowed her lovely, futa dick basted in my tart passion. I had never been a fan of sampling my own juices, but on her shaft I tasted amazing! I didn't know whether it was my newfound appreciation of women or just the sheer eroticism of giving another woman a blow job that made my juices taste so wonderful. I didn't care. I loved it!

I sucked hard; Linda moaned into my pussy. Then her tongue buried into me. I ground around on her face as delicious pleasure raced through me; I had guys go down on me before, but they were always so rough and in a hurry to get me wet enough so they could fuck me.

But Linda was gentle and patient, coaxing pleasure out of my sex. She didn't fuck me with her mouth, she made love with her lips, her tongue, and even her gentle teeth. Pleasure fluttered through me as her tongue fluttered through my pussy. I repaid her generosity by worshiping her cock, swirling my tongue about the tip as I sucked and bobbed.

“Oh, Melody! Your mouth is wonderful.”

Smiling proud around her cock, I swirled my tongue about her tip. She shuddered beneath me. I lowered my mouth down her shaft, trying to swallow as much of her lovely dick as I could. My fingers stroked the base of her cock where it sprouted out of the top of her labia. I stroked down her pussy lips, teasing her flushed vulva.

Then I shoved two fingers inside her.

“Oh, Melody!” she moaned. “Finger my cunt and suck my cock!”

She was wet and warm, her pussy clenching about my fingers as her tongue dug deeper, probing my hot hole and drinking my passion. I bobbed my head on her cock in rhythm with my fingers pumping in her tunnel, hallowing my cheeks as I sucked hard. I curled my fingers inside her, searching for that one wonderful spot that always makes me cum hard.

I wanted to give her that same amazing experience she gave me.

My fingertips searched her spongy pussy, trailing down her walls. I found her G-spot, and attacked. She moaned passionately into my sex, spasming beneath me as she climaxed. Her cock twitched, then erupted into my mouth with wonderfully, salty cum. I loved it, drinking her thick cream down with hungry gulps. I drank until her cock stopped squirting, and savored the last traces in my mouth. I popped my lips off her shaft, and swirled the last bit of her passion around inside my mouth, not wanting this wonderful flavor to ever go away.

“Oh, Linda, that was delicious,” I sighed, resting my head on her thigh, while enjoying her tongue exploring my folds, stirring my desires into a wonderful froth. I watched her cute cock shrink down into a cute clitoris.

I wanted one!

Linda sucked my little clit into her mouth, flicking her tongue about my nub, fanning the flames burning inside me. If I had my own futa cock, I could have a pretty woman suck it, then bend her over a table and bury it in her warm depths. My orgasm boiled through me, passion flashing like steam through my pipes and left me shrieking like a steam whistle.

“Oh, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, god, yes!”

I sighed, savoring the warmth of her body beneath me and the silky feel of her thigh on my cheek. I was completely relaxed. Contented. If there were any problems in my life, they hardly mattered right now. Nothing could penetrate the fog of bliss clouding my mind.

“Umm, you're amazing, Melody. You gave me a double cum!”

“Lucky,” I sighed; that must be wonderful.

“You want a futa cock, don't you?”

“Yeah,” I admitted.

Ever since I saw her dick, part of me wanted to have my own futa cock jutting out. Linda seemed to have so much fun! And I was tired of all my problems and the mess my life had turned into. Why couldn't I just have fun?

“Well,” Linda said, “if you want to work for us, you can have one.”

I bolted up. “What?”

“Come on, let's go talk to Simone.”

To be continued...

Futanari Massage 2

(A Story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)

by

Reed James

“I think you'll fit right in,” Simone had told me last night after I had my first futa massage.

After seeing a woman with a cock, I had wanted one for myself and Linda, my wonderful masseuse, had suggested I meet with the owner. Apparently, if I worked as a masseuse at the parlor, they could give me my own dick. I had leaped at the opportunity.

“So sleep on it and, if you still want your own futa cock, come back tomorrow at 7 pm for your job interview,” Simone had purred in her sensual, French lilt.

I didn't sleep well; I just couldn't get the memory of Linda naked, her body tan and fit, breasts perky, pussy wet and shaved, and her clitoris engorging into a thick, futa cock. I don't know how many times I masturbated last night thinking about it; my poor, little pussy was sore and abused this morning.

And if I passed my interview tonight, I would get my very own futa cock. I didn't know how it was possible for a woman to receive that wonderful gift, but I yearned to have my own dick, and to experience a double cum—simultaneously orgasming with a cock and pussy. I shivered; having a futa cock would change my life for the better.

I stepped out of the elevator, onto my work's floor, with a bounce in my step. I felt wonderful. The futa massage and fucking I had experienced last night had relieved all the stress I had been under—my-soon-to-be-ex-husband had cheated on me with his secretary and we were going through a divorce, and that was on top of all the garbage my boss was piling on me.

I stopped, blinking. I hadn't thought of my divorce since walking into Ms. Futa 'N Ari's Massage Parlor last night. For the first time since I learned of my-soon-be-ex-husband's infidelity, I had lived again.

“You look so relaxed, Melody!” Jennifer exclaimed. My best friend threw her arms around me, hugging me like a vice; I couldn't help but notice how nice her breasts felt pressed against mine. My experience with Linda had awakened me to the true beauty of the female form, and Jennifer was stunning, even if she did lack a cock. “You went?”

“Uh-huh!” I grinned. “It was magical!”

“I knew you'd love it!” she leaned in and whispered, “Wasn't it wild getting fucked by a futa?”

“God, yes!” I moaned, remembering how Linda took me last night under the guise of a massage. “She put a bolster under my stomach and fucked me from behind as I lay facedown on the massage table.”

“Ohh, you had the standard massage?”

“Yeah. You didn't?”

“Nope!” she giggled. “I was feeling adventurous and went with the shower massage. While Veronica—a stunningly beautiful, Black woman—was washing me, she sprouted this huge dick!”

“Yum!” I pictured a big, Black cock sprouting from a gorgeous woman's groin; I pressed my thighs together to take the edge off my tingling clitoris.

“I know! I got so wet when I saw it, and not from the shower.” Her laugh was wicked and delightful, and I really appreciated how beautiful it made her. “Then she just pushed my back against the shower wall, hiked my left leg up, and fucked me so hard. Then, after cumming in me, she flipped me around, smacked my butt, and growled, 'Gonna have me some white ass!' And boy did she!”

“Linda didn't fuck my ass, but we did sixty-nine!” I sighed, remembering her futa cock filling my mouth as my fingers probed her pussy. “Oh, Jennifer, it was the most amazing sex I've ever had!”

“So you're going back, right?” Jennifer excitedly asked. “We could go together!”

I took a deep breath. “I think I'm going to work there.”

“Excellent, we can go...wait, what?” she blinked, finally realizing what I had said.

“I'm going to be a futa masseuse!” Then I sighed. “I just have to pass my interview tonight.”

“Holy shit!” Jennifer hissed. “They can give you a...”

I nodded.

“And you want that?”

Another nod. “It's all I could think about since then.” I squeezed her arm. “I'm going to do it.”

“Wow!” A mischievous grin crossed her face. “I'm getting a friend's discount, right?”

I hadn't thought of fucking my best friend. I glanced at her, considering. Jennifer was a gorgeous woman with thick, raven-black hair and a doll's face set with hazel eyes. My panties grew damp.

“Of course!”

“Good!” she giggled, color spotting her cheeks. “I'll—”

“Melody, Mr. Edwards wants to see you,” Stephanie, my boss's secretary, interrupted.

I groaned.

“Good luck,” Jennifer said, flashing me a sympathetic smile.

I followed Stephanie across the office, my eyes falling down to her cute rear. I pictured her naked, my futa cock penetrating her asshole. Ohh, I couldn't wait to have one. Linda told me she cleared $800 on a slow day. That's $208,000 a year. I only make $78,000 a year here. Turns out, rich women pay a lot to fuck a futa cock, and I could get a piece of that pie.

Mr. Edwards wasn't alone when I entered his office. His pretty, and petite, Japanese wife, Yurika, stood beside him, her long, blue-black hair falling straight down the back of her flowery dress to her cute ass. She had an innocent, demure beauty; I pictured her on her knees, sucking my futa cock while looking up at me with shy, dark eyes.

I squeezed my thighs together.

“Sit down!” Mr. Edwards barked at me, then turned to his wife. “We will discus this further when I get home tonight.”

“Yes, dear,” she politely replied, then glanced at me. “Maybe you do not need to be so—”

“We'll talk at home, Yurika.”

She shrank her shoulders. “Yes, dear.” Then she fled his office.

What an asshole!

For the next twenty minutes I had to endure one of Mr. Edwards blistering ass-chewings. Why? I used the old cover sheet on a report instead of the new one implemented yesterday. It was a mistake I could easily fix in a minute. But he was the type of dick who loved to chew out any ass he could. All it did was strengthen my desire to get my futa cock and quit this job.

After I escaped Mr. Edward's office with my ass handed to me, work passed slower than a snail crossing a garden. I couldn't sit still, and bounced about the office. I was so excited! My skin buzzed with itching energy that needed discharging. I just know I drove my office mates bananas as I pestered them every few minutes, wandering through the cubicles asking them inane questions while they tried to work. In between, Jennifer would find me and we'd giggled about the fun we were going to have.

Finally, 5 PM had arrived.

“Good luck,” Jennifer said, hugging me.

“You just want a discount on a futa massage,” I quipped.

“Of course!” she beamed. “Now go knock 'em dead!”

I ate a hurried dinner from a greasy fast food joint and raced to the massage parlor. The sign still flashed garishly pink, announcing that this was Ms. Futa 'N Ari's Massage Parlor. There were no windows piercing the pink walls, which still made it look like a strip club on the outside. Well, it wouldn't do for anyone to see what goes on in there. Particularly the clients' husbands and boyfriends.

“Let's do this,” I told myself, looking in my rearview mirror, using an old technique to calm my nerves before giving a presentation at work. “You're awesome, Melody. You're going to crush this interview. They'll be begging you to work for them! You deserve this job. You deserve to have a futa cock and be happy! So get your butt in there and give the best, darn interview you can!”

Feeling like a winner, I strode out of my car, and walked boldly to the door, reaching for the handle, and...my eyes widened, and I turned to look at my car in sudden horror. I was in such a hurry to get inside, I had left my car running.

“Shoot!” I cursed, running in my pumps back to my car, trying not to fall on the uneven, cracked asphalt. “Oh, no!”

I peered through my window at my keys dangling in the ignition.

“Please, no! I don't have time to deal with this!” My hands trembling, I reached for the door handle. “Don't be locked! Please, don't be locked.”

The door opened. I breathed a huge sigh of relief, almost falling against my car as all the tension melted out of my body. I reached in, turned my car off, and put my keys in my purse. I locked the door this time, took a few deep breaths, and strode boldly to the parlor's entrance.

“Get it together,” I told myself as I reached the door. “You've rocked high-powered board meetings without breaking a sweat. Don't freak out over a simple job interview. You can do this. You are an amazing, beautiful, and outstanding woman, Melody!”

I yanked open the door and walked into the massage parlor dead set on becoming a futa-girl!

“Melody!” gushed Mandy, the blonde receptionist, looking up from her desk. The waiting room was exactly as I remembered it from last night. Well lit and comfortable, the exact type of room you'd see in any high-end spa.

“Hi, Mandy,” I answered with all the confidence I could muster.

She held up a clipboard. “Just some papers for you to fill out and sign. Standard employment stuff.”

It was standard stuff: a job application, tax papers, and a non-disclosure document. Under no circumstances could I reveal the proprietary secrets of Ms. Futa 'N Ari's Massage Parlor, Inc.—I presumed this meant the futa process. I crossed my t's and dotted my i's, and turned in the paperwork to the receptionist.

“I'm rooting for you!” Mandy smiled.

“Thanks.” I tried to keep my nerves out of my voice. Sound confident, act confident, and you'll be confident.

I sat down, grabbing the same issue of Cosmo I had tried to read last night, when the phone rang. “Uh-huh,” Mandy answered. “Okay. I'll send her back.”

I looked up, my heart hammering with hope.

“They're ready for you. Room 8.”

I stood up and strode to the door that led to a hallway and the massage rooms. My footsteps seemed to echo on the white floor, every step increasing the knots in my stomach. “You can do this, Melody.” Odd numbered doors were on the right, even on the left. I passed 2, 4, 6, and reached 8. I took a deep breath, and knocked.

“Come in,” Simone's melodic voice answered.

I opened the door and was greeted by a busty blonde in a lilac robe. “Oh, ain't you the sweetest thang!” she exclaimed in a sultry, Southern drawl. “Come here and give me some sugar!”

Her arms snaked around my neck and she pulled my face straight between her bountiful breasts. They were soft as silk and she adorned them with a spicy perfume that left me light-headed.

“You're hired, darlin'!” the blonde proclaimed.

“Now hold on,” Simone interjected. “We need to do this right, Becky.”

“Oh, fine,” Becky pouted, releasing me. I gasped for breath.

Becky stepped back, allowing me to enter the room. It was small, crowded with a few comfortable chairs and couches. At the back was a small refrigerator sitting next to a counter that had a microwave resting upon it. A break room. Simone sat on a brown, leather love seat, her black hair falling around her teal, silk robe. She was lithe and sultry, a predatory smile on her face, and her green eyes traveled up and down my body; her grin intensified, and my body respond, shifting my thighs to deal with the growing ache.

“Undress,” she ordered in her lovely, French accent. “Let us have a good look at you.”

“Oh, yes,” Becky clapped, sitting next to her wife and co-owner—I recognized them from their wedding photo hanging in the lobby. “I want to see you nekkid! Get strippin' like a blonde at a beauty pageant!”

What type of beauty pageants had she attended?

But I had expected this, and slipped out of my blazer. I was surprised that my hands didn't tremble as I unbuttoned my mauve blouse, exposing the racy demi bra that cupped my breasts in red gauze, my nipples dark shadows bleeding through the fabric.

“Very nice, sugar,” Becky applauded. “I think she's perfect!”

“You know I love you, right?” Simone asked her wife.

“I do!” she smiled.

“Then remember what we agreed on.”

“You're right. I just get as excited as a fox in the henhouse.”

Simone reached over and fondly patted her wife's knee.

“Continue, Melody.”

I reached behind my back, unhooked my bra and, smiling as sultry as I could, I slipped the straps nice and slow off my shoulders, building Becky's anticipation at seeing my round breasts. The blonde's brown eyes widened and she scooched to the edge of her seat in breathless excitement as the straps slid down to my elbows and my hands slowly lowered the cups.

“Hoo-boy, those are some mighty fine ta-tas!”

I shook my tits like I'd imagine a stripper would, and Becky whistled and clapped. A bulge formed as her clitoris transformed into a futa cock, tenting the front of her lilac robe. Embolden, I writhed my hips, turned, and waggled my ass—covered in my tight, gray business skirt—at them. I worked out and thought I had a killer rear.

“Oh, sugar, you have an ass that won't quit!” Becky apparently agreed.

“Ohh!” I squealed as she slapped my ass.

“Let's see it, sugar! I wanna bury my face 'tween those cheeks and go to town on you!”

I found the zipper to my skirt, slowly drawing it down. I shook my hips, the skirt sliding inch-by-inch down my waist and round butt-cheeks, exposing my red thong buried deep in my crack. I gave one more shake, and my skirt fell in a puddle about my feet.