Life is Futa Chapter 12

Irritably, Max settles on a plan.

“OK, Viti.”

“Huh?” Viti sits up as Max moves across the tub toward her.

“Give me your hands,” Max tells her.

“Um, OK.” Now Viti looks nervous. Maybe Max’s body is a little sexier up close. Or maybe she just doesn’t know what the hell is going on. It doesn’t matter. This is her fault. It’s not on Max that Viti can’t last.

Max takes both of Viti’s hands and holds them tightly, then leans in. As predicted, Viti is too nervous, polite, and excited to resist a kiss. Even one that she’s not expecting. Max tries to make it good. She’s learned a thing or two about being aggressive since she started cutting loose with her powers. She holds Viti’s hands tight as she kisses her, making sure that Viti can’t touch herself. Viti mostly melts into it, but she at least tries to participate a little. Her terrible kissing skills only make Max wetter.

Max firmly places one of Viti’s hands on her chest. She wishes she had actual boobs for Viti to grab, but time can’t change that. Viti eagerly gropes Max’s flat chest, and that gives Max a free hand to touch herself. She’s already wet and aching, but she needs to be close. Real close.

She groans into Viti’s mouth as she rubs a circle around her clit. Max reasons that if she’s on the edge of an orgasm, Viti won’t have to last long for it to be good for them both.

It doesn’t take long to get close. She breaks the kiss, panting and looking into Viti’s eyes.

“OK,” Max says breathlessly. She cups Viti’s face with one hand and gingerly uses the other to guide Viti. Max sinks into the water and onto Viti’s short, fat, waiting cock.

“Hah!” Viti leans back, eyes closed. She lets out a shuddering moan as Max’s walls envelop her. She’s so thick. It’s incredible. And she hasn’t popped yet. Excitedly, Max kisses her hard and moves her hips.

“Ah!”

Viti explodes inside her, thrashing and splashing water out of the tub.

“Oh!” Max cries out; Viti’s thick shaft contracting and expanding inside her sends shockwaves through her body… but it’s not enough. Viti goes limp. Max’s legs quiver and her insides throb and ache. She tries desperately to move, but Viti’s already softening.

“No,” she whimpers.

“Ooooh…” Viti’s eyes are glazed.

“Grrr,” Max growls.

Instead of strangling Viti or stomping on her cock, she helps her out of the bath, dries her off, and tucks her into bed. She can hear Viti purring contentedly as she flops on her bed and reaches between her legs. Just like every other time, she’s gone after Viti… it’s up to Max, her hand, and her imagination. Her pale legs slide and move on the sheets as she takes care of herself, rubbing her clit and pinching her nipple until her hips rise off the bed and she hisses through her teeth.

The bed squeaks as she falls back down.

She needs to get away from Viti.