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  Futa Hula Girls Collection

  (A Futa-on-Female, Hot Wife, Exhibitionism, Erotica)

  (Three stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)

  by

  Reed James

  Copyright © 2017 by Reed James

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  Table of Contents

  Futa Hula Girls Collection

  Naughty Excerpt from “Futa Hula Girls Collection”

  Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe

  Dancing for the Futas

  Dancing for the Futas

  Futa Hula Dance

  Futa Hula Dance

  Futa Hula Exhibitionism

  Futa Hula Exhibitionism

  Naughty Excerpt from “Futa Hula Girls Collection”

  My breasts bounced and jiggled. My pussy was so hot as we turn and spun, the leis flying out and away from our tits, exposing them to their gazes. Our hips were shaking hard and fast, writhing from right to left in almost a blur, matching the frantic beat of the drums.

  I whirled around my lover, her short hair flaring outward, her breasts heaving. The firelight painted her breasts as the leis rose, exposing her hard, brown nipples. Her hips were so flexible, so magical.

  The music pounded through us. The erotic beat as we danced in celebration of physical love.

  We came closer and closer to each other, hips swaying, bodies circling, our feet and arms moving. It was a pantomime of sex, a dance normally performed between a male and female partner. A wonderful celebration of the fertile.

  But it felt so naughty as we did it, our breasts almost touching now, our lei caressing each other. I stared into her eyes as we danced, my pussy on fire. My snatch clenched, juices pouring down my thighs. It was almost like we were having sex before the girls.

  Grinding, tribbing, rubbing our hot bodies together. My clit ached and throbbed, swelling so hard, caressed by my grass skirts as our hips undulated in a purely sexual manner. There was no disguising it. The beat filled with the frantic lust of fucking. Of pure rutting.

  Our hands grabbed each other's shoulders. Our bodies pressed tight now, breast to breast, nipples pushing through our flower petals to caress each other. Tingles raced down to my pussy, the pleasure building and building in me. I stared in her eyes, dancing with her before our audience.

  She shuddered, her eyes rolling back into her head. Cumming.

  I let my moan sing out as my pussy spasmed. A hot, subtle climax rippled through me. Not powerful, but enough to leave me trembling. To send my eyes fluttering as I shared this erotic moment with my girlfriend. This naughty moment of cumming before our audience.

  And then the music died. The first song ended.

  “Fuck me,” one of the watching girls moaned.

  “That was beautiful,” moaned another.

  “Oh, Angel, yes,” groaned a third.

  We turned to face the crowd and... I blinked. Things had...gotten wild. Several of the girls were topless and fondling each other. The blonde surfer girl was actively nuzzling at the big breasts of the Japanese girl. Profess Desjardins had her hands on her student's small tits, squeezing the Hawaiian girl's conical mounds.

  But it was the Black girl who experienced the most rapture. The White girl, Angel, was between her thighs, her ass pointing at us, going down on the Black girl. Angel's head was bobbing, almost like she was sucking a cock instead of licking pussy. The Black girl's tits were out, bouncing as she was leaned backward, hands planted behind her. The firelight danced over her round breasts and her short afro.

  “Oh, Angel, yes, you are so wild.”

  “So wild,” groaned the Japanese girl. “Mmm, Ginny, you wicked thing. You're making me ache!”

  “Professor Desjardins,” squealed the Hawaiian girl. Her petite body was bouncing on the professor's lap almost like the teacher was wearing as strap-on the girl was enjoying.

  “Oh, work those hips, Kanani,” groaned the professor. “Work up and down my futa-cock.”

  Futa-cock. Must be some type of strap-on.

  “Damn,” Haunani groaned. “These girls are wild.”

  I nodded as the beat of the next song started playing. Our hips were swaying, undulating, moving to the gentler beat. We were swaying our arms from side to side, graceful trees. The music picked up, the “wind” blowing harder and harder, our bodies moving more and more while we watched our audience.

  Kanani was bouncing up and down on a fleshy dildo. I could see glimpse of the shaft, glistening with her juices, thrusting up from the professor's waist. The teacher ran her hands up and down her student's lithe body, cupping Kanani's breasts.

  “Oh, Goddess, your pussy is so tight on my futa-cock,” she groaned.

  Meanwhile, the Black girl, groaned, “Angel, yes, I'm going to flood your mouth with my girl-cum.”

  My nipples were so hard. My thighs were sticky. Ginny, the blonde surfer, was suddenly pushing the Japanese girl down onto her back and parting her legs, her skirt sliding up creamy, olive thighs. Something hard and fleshy seemed to grow from the blonde's crotch, thrusting outward. It swelled and swelled in size.

  Becoming a cock.

  The shock rippled through me as I watched the blonde girl grow a dick from her pussy. She rammed it into the Japanese coed's snatch, her big breasts jiggling, groans bursting from her lips. I kept dancing, my body moving out of reflex as my eyes widened.

  She grew a dick.

  To find out what happens next, read on!

  Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe

  Aphrodite's Futa Magic Collection 2

  Aphrodite Futa Magic Collection 1

  The Futa Magic Shop Collection

  Futa Legal Passion Collection

  The HuCow Futa Church Collection

  Futa Realty Agent Collection

  Rebranding the Futa Show Collection

  Futa Vacation Passion Collection

  The New Futa Neighbors Collection

  Preacher's Futa Wife Collection

  Naughty Futa Surfer Collection

  Futa Boot Camp Collection

  Dancing for the Futas

  Futa Hula Girls 1

  (A Futa-on-Female, Futa-on-Futa, Exhibitionism, Erotica)

  (A story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)

  by

  Reed James

  Dancing for the Futas

  “Oh, my god, Kaulana!” my girlfriend said, bursting with joy when she entered our small, Honolulu apartment. “Laka the beautiful be praised! We've had amazing news!”

  I was sitting cross-legged on the couch as Haunani, a lithe, Hawaiian girl a few inches taller than me, darted across the room. She wore a tight pair of jeans and a belly shirt, leaving the golden-brown skin of her stomach ba
re, the gold charm dangling from her bellybutton piercing swaying, the garnet flashing. She had short, black hair that bounced about her narrow face, full of Hawaiian beauty.

  “We have a gig?” I asked, straightening up, my large breasts jiggling in my bra. I was stripped down to my underwear, a pair of boy shorts and a comfortable bra, just enjoying my afternoon.

  “How did you know?” Haunani asked, some of the excitement falling off her face.

  I rolled my eyes. “D'oh, you're so excited.”

  As she stopped before me, I grabbed her naked hips above her jeans and below the fringed hem of her shirt, pulling her close. My fingers were almost the same hue, that delicious, Hawaiian skin color that the White college girls attending Honolulu University found so exotic when “experimenting” on the lezzie side of the fence. I leaned in, kissing my girlfriend's belly charm then her skin, loving the salty taste. She shuddered, her hips wiggling.

  “Yes, yes, a Professor Desjardins wants us to demonstrate hula dancing for her class. Tomorrow night. She has some part of the campus set aside where it'll be private.”

  “And she knows we're...exotic?” I asked, my pussy growing excited, my nipples dimpling my bra. Partly from my sexy girlfriend standing right before me, her dark eyes flashing with joy, and partly for the erotic thrill that exhibitionism stirred in me.

  I loved showing off.

  That was how Haunani and I met. We were both strippers right out of the gate, eighteen and eager to make money off dumb guys. In fact, we still were strippers, but we were trying to get into hula dancing.

  Naughty hula dancing. We did it topless, like our ancestors would before Christianity screwed up everyone's outlook on breasts.

  “Oh, that's why she hired us,” groaned Haunani as I kissed around her skin, nuzzling down to the top of her jeans, kissing at the start of her pelvis then descending towards her naughty treasure. “She teaches a class on alternative lifestyles. It's an all girl class. And they're finishing off the end of the semester with a bang!”

  “Mmm, then we better give them a great show,” I purred, my fingers digging into the waistband of her jeans, brushing the silky delights of her panties.

  Haunani nodded her head as my tongue dragged up her silky skin to her belly piercing. I pushed it aside, the gold cool on my cheek, and swirled my tongue through her little divot. She shivered, squirming her hips, loving my tongue playing with her bellybutton.

  And my fingers playing with her jeans.

  She shuddered at the loud pop of her fastener snapping open. Then that delicious sound of a zipper rasping, unveiling the naughty treats to be found hidden beneath. Her treasure.

  “Oh, yes, Kaulana,” she moaned as my tongue swirled through her bellybutton, brushing the ring that pierced it, her hips squirming more. Her round breasts jiggling above my head, the fringe of her belly shirt swaying. “We're going to have so much fun tomorrow night. This could be it. Our big break.”

  I held back my pessimism. It was one gig. It didn't mean anything. But she was so excited, and I was so horny, I didn't want to ruin the mood. So I just let my fingers play with the front of her panties, feeling the pattern of small holes in the silk, feeling her bush beneath. That soft padding surrounding her delicious treasure.

  Her hands ran through my silky-black hair. Mine was longer, more the traditional length of a hula dancer. But I liked my girlfriend's short hair. It gave her this mischievous quality, like a menehune, the fairy-like little people of the islands. I swirled my tongue through her bellybutton again, my fingers hooking her panties and pulling them down along with her jeans.

  I tugged and worked the tight clothing off her curving hips. She had a dancer's toned, sleek body like me. No excess fat except in the right places: tits and ass. She shivered, her nipples so prominent against her top, her eyes staring down at me with such excitement.

  “We're going to be dancing topless before a bunch of girls,” she groaned. “Those curious White girls eager for an exotic, lesbian delight before they go home to the boring Midwest.”

  “Looking to have a hot threesome?” I asked. “The two of us sandwiching her ivory body between us.”

  She gave a wicked giggle, my lips kissing down from her bellybutton. The sweetness of her pussy filling my nose as I reached her pubic hair. I nuzzled into her silk as she nodded her head. “Oh, yes! You know I love sharing a White girl with you.”

  I grinned at her then went lower and lower. Haunani was such a wild one. I loved her. A free spirit like me, the embodiment of the dead goddess Laka, the first hula dancer. I pressed my lips lower, reaching the heat of her pussy lips, feeling her clit already peeking out of its little hood.

  I licked it.

  She shuddered, groaning, “Kaulana!”

  Her hands tightened in my hair as I swirled my tongue around her nub, her sweet juices coating my tongue. She had such a yummy pussy, another thing I loved about her. I pressed my lips tighter against her labia, her undulating hips smearing hot flesh across them. My own cunt was on fire, clenching in my panties, soaking them as I licked through her hot folds.

  I loved her flower. I supped at her sweet nectar, bringing such panting moans from her lips. Her belly piercing swayed over her skin and her breast jiggled as she rocked her hips, almost dancing for me. My tongue probed into her depths, making her gasp, her head tossing back, her hands gripping my hair, pulling my face deeper.

  “My sweet i'iwi!” she groaned, her favorite nickname for me. She only used it when she was having her pussy eaten. It was the Hawaiian name for the scarlet honeykeeper, a humming-bird like species that lived on the islands. “Oh, yes, you just love my nectar.”

  “Uh-huh,” I moaned, her nectar making my cheeks sticky as I probed her hot depths, wiggling my tongue into her depths.

  I loved the feel of her clenching pussy walls on my tongue. That silky flesh, so hot and writhing with her passion, twitching as I gave her pleasure. I loved giving pleasure. I loved pleasing my girlfriend and worshiping at her sweet altar.

  It was so rewarding.

  She danced faster as her pleasure swelled, rolling her hips the way only a hula dancer could. Her breasts jiggled beneath her top, the fabric clinging to her round mounds. I slid my hands up her body, tonguing her so hard and fast, and shoved beneath her belly shirt. I found her tits, unencumbered by a bra, and squeezed them, my thumb sweeping across her flesh.

  Brushing hard nipples.

  “Oh, yes,” she groaned, my thumbs massaging those nubs, making her groan and gasp, her body twitching. “You spoil me, my i'iwi.”

  “Always,” I moaned between licks.

  I pinched and rolled her nipples, my hands bulging her belly shirt. She gasped, her fingers clutching to my hair as her face twisted with pleasure. She shivered, her juices growing hotter and hotter on my tongue, her cream flowing. Sweet nectar dribbled down my chin and neck, heading for my cleavage, making me shudder.

  And then she screamed out her rapture. Her pussy spasmed about my probing tongue. Cream flowed. Such a bounty of her delicious nectar. I drank it down, opening my mouth and letting it pour down my throat. My cunt clenched, so on fire, my clit begging for attention.

  “My sweet i'iwi!” she moaned. “Yes, yes, yes! Oh, Kaulana, you spoil me. You are such a treasure.”

  “Always,” I groaned as her body shuddered. Then she stumbled back. “And tomorrow night, we're going to knock the socks off those coeds.”

  “And their teacher sounded so sexy,” groaned Haunani. “She said she was teaching about futanari subset of the LGBTQ movement.”

  “Futanari?” I groaned. “Isn't that what the massage parlor where the witches hold shop called?”

  “I think so,” my girlfriend groaned, falling to her knees before me. Her hands slid up my thighs, pushing them apart. She giggled. “Someone soaked through her boy shorts.”

  I looked down at the pale-blue boy shorts I wore, my shaved pussy outlined by the damp fabric. “Well, we're dancing tomorrow.”

 
“And you were eating my sweet nectar, i'iwi.”

  “That always makes me soaked,” I agreed.

  I shuddered as Haunani licked at my pussy through my boy shorts, her tongue dragging across the damp spot. My toes curled and my breasts shook in my bra. I shoved the cups up and over my tits, my huge mounds falling out into my hands. I had big, pillowy tits and fat, dark nipples. I squeezed them as she licked again, pressing the cotton fabric into my pussy, teasing my shaved labia.

  I couldn't wait for tomorrow night. For those naughty coeds and their sexy futanari professor to see my big tits bouncing beneath the lei. I bit my lip. We'd have to go up into the forest and pick fresh flowers for our leis.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped as she kept licking. “We're going to boil those coeds brains and have so much fun!”

  “We are,” moaned my girlfriend between licks, savoring my spicy musk bleeding through the boy shorts.

  I pinched my hard nipples, twisting the short, but fat, nubs. I stretched my nubs as my girlfriend yanked off my boy shorts, impatient to taste me directly. She buried her face into my cunt with such a hunger, licking hard.

  I groaned, my toes curling in delight as she licked and tongued and devoured my pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shuddered, humping against her hungry mouth. Her tongue lapped and licked through my pussy so hard and fast.

  “Oh, yes, Haunani,” I gasped. “Oh, we're going to dance and be so sexy. Our tits are going to be bouncing, our hips are going to be rolling, and our pussies are going to be dripping!”

  Haunani just moaned, burying her tongue deep into my sopping pussy. I gasped and squirmed, writhing on the couch, my thighs clamped about her face. Golden-brown skin pressed against golden-brown skin. Her black hair so silky as it caressed me. Her tongue so wicked as it swirled through my depths, stirring such delight.

  Her cute nose brushed my clit. She rubbed it back and forth, making me groan and gasp. My eyes rolled back into my head. Pleasure rippled through me. I squeezed them shut, tugging on my nipples, and pictured tomorrow night.