Life is Futa Chapter 6

Max rewinds further, undoing Riley’s masturbation.

“OK,” she says nervously. “This time, I dare you to let me touch it.”

“What do you mean this time?” Duni asks.

Max ignores that, staring at Riley.

“Uh…” Riley replies, swallowing.

Max crawls over to her. Feeling like she’s going to pass out, she gently prods Riley’s cock with a fingertip, then wraps her fingers around it. Only after she’s given it a couple of slow, gentle, incredibly satisfying pulls does she realize that her hindquarters are pointed straight at Beth.

Embarrassed, she shifts her hips and looks back only to find Beth and Duni watching intently. Duni’s hand is making its way slowly but surely down her toned belly.

Max looks back at Riley, who is panting. She keeps pulling. Keeping eye contact is embarrassing, but so is the thought of looking away. Where should she look? Riley’s breathing grows more ragged and Max unconsciously speeds up.

Riley closes her eyes and lets out a pitiful whimpering sound.

The penis in Max’s hand gives a mighty throb that sets off quiet fireworks between Max’s legs. She’s aching to touch herself, but she stares at the jets of cum spraying onto Riley’s skin. Max flinches when the semen oozes from Riley’s cocks and rolls down over her fingers; it’s startlingly hot to the touch.

Max sits up dazedly, looking at her sticky hand. Riley flops onto her back, cock twitching, gasping.

Max turns to see Beth on her knees, masturbating furiously with her eyes locked on Riley. Duni’s on her back, both hands busy between her legs, toes curling.

Max panics again and rewinds.

“Max? Max? It’s your turn,” Duni’s saying.

“Pass my turn,” Max says quickly, fanning herself. “I’m overheated.”

She is. She’s undoing their arousal, but not her own. It’s only building in her body. She needs release; it feels like she’s going to turn into a feral animal. And nobody cares. Nobody minds. The possibilities are limitless when everyone is this horned up. Wowzer!

It comes back around. They’re all looking at her expectantly.

“I…” Max’s throat is dry. She takes another tiny sip of gin. “Riley, I dare you to tell these two to get out of our tent so that we can, um, be alone.”

Beth’s mouth drops open. Duni chokes on her drink and flops on her back, kicking her feet as she laughs.

“You minx,” Beth says, pointing a very dramatic finger at Max.

“She wins! She wins! She fucking did it!” Duni shrieks.

Max sits there, unable to look away from the spectacle of a nude Duni behaving this way.

Max gives Beth an apologetic look.

“Can’t believe it,” Beth is saying, looking around sourly. “Where have my knickers gone? You believe me now, don’t you?” she says, prodding Duni’s sweaty flank with her toe. “She’s got a big willie. So big it put a spell on Max and turned her into a harlot.”

“Fuck. I’d be a harlot for that thing,” Duni says, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. “Put your bloody clothes on. Let her have the W.”