Futanari Adventures

Myva was drunk. How did she know? The table was moving, everyone in the bar had three heads, and she couldn't feel her headache.

She was sitting by herself at a rickety table, finishing off a tankard of ale. She wore cutoff trousers that were cut quite high, barely covering a round, bubble ass and revealing long, shapely legs. Her brazier, like her pants, barely contained her round and ample breasts that were pushed together and made them the first thing one would notice when looking at her. Her skin was a creamy tan and her dark brown hair fell to the middle of her back. She had wide hips, but a narrower waist, giving her the popular hourglass figure.

Around her, the bar was alive with drunk women. Some being rowdy, others much like Myva, sitting off by themselves polishing off some ****.

Myva frowned off into a corner booth where a lithe pair were going at it. The women had dropped their leggings with one sitting on the edge of a table, her legs open and spread wide. The other grasped the women's ankles in both hands, holding her open as her ass rumbled and her thighs slapped the other woman's rump while she plowed into the woman with ferocity.

Myva decided right then she needed to fuck someone. And now.

She stood, a little unsteadily, and stumbled toward the lithe lovers.

She stopped behind the eager pair for a moment watching. Both were panting, and the sound of skin slapping skin made Myva shudder with pleasure. She noticed that a few other women were looking in at the action too. Not everyone though. A couple of horny women rutting was nothing new or special.

She walked right up to the breathless and frantic pair. "'Scuse me," she began a little unsteadily. "Got room for one more?"

The woman getting reamed didn't even open her eyes as her body continued to rock up and down on the table from the powerful thrusts, her pants and almost inaudible moans matching the rhythm of the pounding.

The woman doing the thrusting didn't look at Myva either. Instead, she took her partner's legs and pushed them back over the writhing woman's head, her hands grasping behind the knees as she continued to fuck the other senseless.

"Piss off," she told Myva breathlessly as she began fucking with power instead of speed, crashing into the other with **** that elicited a small scream instead of small moans.

Myva turned and headed toward the bar, grumbling to herself.

She planted her elbows on the slick wood of the bar and propped her face up in her hands, looking miserable.

Bemma, a large woman, not fat, but tall and with boobs the size of a small woman's head, came to where Myva was holding herself up. She pushed several red curls off her forehead and grinned at the brunette.

"Another drink?"

Myva checked her money pouch on her belt and her face turned sour. She shook her head remorsefully, sighing as she went back to propping her head in her hands.

"I need to fuck, Bemma."

"Do you now, girl?" She gestured around the place. "Plenty o' drunk women here who would love to fuck ya brains out."

Myva frowned and then grinned. She pushed herself unsteadily off the bar and opened her arms. "You're right, Bemma!" Giggling, she wandered off to the nearest table, catching it before her drunken imbalance sent her to the floor. Trying to focus her eyesight on the table lying inches from her nose, Myva raised her hand to the occupants of the table.

"'Scuse me you fucking delightful bitches. But do you wanna fuck?"

When there was no response, Myva growled, still unable to raise her head and get a look at the rude patrons. "I asks you if you wanna fuck?"

Myva felt a pair of strong hands lift her up from the table. Her head lolled into Bemma's giant bosom as the larger woman practically held her upright.

"Myva dear, there's no one at this table."

"Well that's just fucking rude of them." She couldn't contain a belch. "Can we fuck, Bemma?"

She felt the bigger woman shift. "I close the bar in two hours. If you're awake by then…"

Myva grinned. "Deal."

"Alright. But no more ****."

"Deal."

"So just sit here and don't go making a fool of yourself."

"Deal." Myva giggled and collapsed into the chair.

Bemma went back to the bar.

Myva concentrated on the sights and sounds around her with more interest now, knowing that she had a purpose to sober up quickly. And try to avoid falling asleep.

Someone sat down opposite her at the table.

"Bemma?" Myva called out in greeting before she looked at exactly who had sat down. "Oh. You're not Bemma."

She looked into the wide, soft face of a smiling dwarf woman. She had long silver hair and the broad, broad shoulders of her people. But she was curvy. Round, round breasts, wide, rounded hips, and Myva imagined a well-rounded, padded ass.

Strange, Myva didn't find dwarves very attractive when she was sober. Something about their height.

"I been hearing you wanna fuck?" spoke the dwarf.

"Uh huh."

Myva caught a small hiccup escape from the dwarf. "Well so do I."

"Huh." Myva squinted and nodded, looking from the dwarf to Bemma behind the bar.