Life is Futa Chapter 8

Max wakes up in the same position she was in when she fell asleep: on top of Riley, her face mashed against Riley’s. They’re stuck together. The tent smells as though a bunch of gladiators had an orgy in it. It’s no longer brutally hot, but Max has a pounding headache and can’t think straight.

She suffers for a few minutes, rewinds, and suffers again, trying to clear her thoughts.

She can’t undo sleeping with Riley. Rewinding all night is impossible. But it’s hard to concentrate on thoughts like those when Riley’s morning wood is between her legs, resting against her pale buttock.

They are both indescribably disgusting at this moment. Yet as Max feels that erection touching her skin, her insides wake up. There’s no stopping them. They went to sleep sticky, so separating wakes Riley with a start.

“Whoa!” she says and sits up, wincing at her headache. “Oh, fuck…” she moans.

It’s still early. The campground is silent. It’s not fully light. Max has trouble keeping her eyes on Riley’s face; her throbbing, red morning wood is magnetic to her eyes. And Riley’s dirty but perfect body, covered in tan lines, her blushing face and wild, filthy hair… there’s something about that too. Max shivers, feeling herself break out in goosebumps. She shifts nervously. The two of them look at each other, and the feeling of Riley’s eyes on her body only intensifies things.

Max rewinds a few seconds to try to think more clearly. Riley’s staring at her at a loss. It’s obvious that she doesn’t remember last night, but it’s easy enough to put things together.

Max rewinds again and makes her decision. It’s a hurried decision, but the idea of missing her chance makes her anxious. She puts her finger to her lips, then points firmly at the ground.

Nervously, Riley lies back down. Her cock stands up.

Unable to face her sober like this, Max turns her back as she straddles her and sinks onto her cock. Riley moans softly, and her hands touch Max’s hips. Breathing through her nose and savoring the sensations, Max moves slowly. She listens to Riley’s panting and twitches as Riley’s fingers caress her hips, then her buttocks. Riley’s awkward, hesitant groping of her butt is weirdly exciting and only makes things hotter.

Max speeds up, rocking her body rhythmically and taking Riley’s shaft as deep as she can handle.

“Mmm.” She struggles to stay quiet.

“Ah!” Riley gasps. Her fingers tighten on Max’s hips. She must be getting close.

Riley’s hips suddenly jerk and rise. Max finds herself lifted off the ground and hot cum spills inside her. She yelps in surprise, but that’s drowned out by Riley’s cry of pleasure.

“Oh! Fuck!”

Riley pants and shudders through the orgasm. Breathing hard, Max listens past the sound of her pounding heart.

She hears giggles from other tents. Her face burns.