The Futa Fairy – Futa Fairies’ Naughty Game
Chapter Eight: Mrs. Fatima & Keily’s Wicked Fun
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Deidre Reddings

The Year’s Divide gurgled beside me as the water flowed smoothly past. I walked upriver on the sandy beach, naked beneath the strange sky of Faerie. Here, a perpetual night met an everlasting day, abutting together like two poorly joined pieces of architecture, two buildings constructed with wildly differing ascetics and places that happened to share the same block.

I bit my lip. Did that mean something? Querciola said that Winter and Summer never touched. That they never got along. So there must be someway to bridge it. The skies touched, but not the land itself. Here was the small Land of Transition, this valley that went from Autumn to Spring by crossing the river that divided it.

But she said us humans could bridge that gap. We weren’t bound by the silly rules that governed the futa-fairies. But how? What could Keily and I do? We were just two sisters who loved each other, who’d bred each other. My hands rubbed my belly, aching for the day I felt our daughter squirming in me.

The wind swirled around me. A violent gale whipped at my red hair. I gasped as it threw me off my feet. I hit the sandy ground in shock, landing with my arm splashing into the current of the river. Sand blew away from me, whipped up by the fury pinning me to the ground. I squeezed my eyes shut, stung by the force of the wind holding me in place.

What was happening?

It stopped.

I blinked. A woman stood over me. A futa. She had black hair framing a predatory face, large breasts swaying above me. A huge cock thrust from the trimmed bush adorning her pussy and pudenda. Fear shot through me even as my dick throbbed in lust.

“Got you,” she grinned and fell to her knees.

Before I could even move, I gasped, her clit-dick slamming into my cunt. Pleasure shot through me as the Winter futa filled my snatch to the hilt. My own girl-cock twitched on my stomach, drinking in the delight of her shaft.

She planted her hands on either side of me, her big tits swaying over me as she pumped her dick in and out of my barely legal cunt. I whimpered, my own breasts jiggling as they made two piles on my chest, my nipples hard and puckered.

“Officer Cindy,” I whimpered as she pumped away.

“I know you. You’re Keily’s sister. No wonder you looked so familiar,” she breathed. “I forgot you were one of Summer’s little whores.”

Such joy burned in her mature face. She took such pleasure in fucking my pregnant cunt, pumping away so hard. I whimpered, my body squirming on the soft sand, the river gurgling right beside me, almost mocking my defeat.

How could I figure a way out of this mess now?

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Mrs. Fatima Samara

The auburn-haired girl’s cunt clenched down on my dick as she screamed out for help. And it came. The bush that had concealed me from her and Becca Brittany moved. The futa-reporter, standing blonde and busty over us, glared at me as she directed the leafy branches of the plant to seize my flesh.

Woody vines wrapped about my body, hauling me off of the girl. My dick popped out of her pussy, bobbing before me. A flick of her tangy pussy juices flew from the end of my cock and splattered my lips. My heart hammered in fear. I didn’t realize I was listening to two Winter futas fucking. I thought it was a contest.

“Well, look at her,” Becca Brittany said. “Eh, Keily, she must have been jerking of listening to us fuck.”

“Yeah,” Keily, said as she stood up. She was naked save for the glasses she pushed up with her middle finger, staring at me with undisguised lust. “Ooh, she has such a big cock. And she’s Arab. How hot.”

“And serving Winter,” Becca Brittany said. “If she’d cum in you, you’d lose.”

“Right, right,” the girl said. “Ooh, those futa-fairies really made us horny things. They must really like it when we cum. So, I guess we fuck her now.”

“Preference on which hole?” Becca Brittany asked. “After fucking your tight cunt, I wouldn’t mind giving her ass a try.”

My heart pounded. They talked to me like I’d already lost. Like it was a foregone conclusion that they would defeat me. They didn’t even look at me but treated me like an object. And yet I was so turned on. Two futas wanted to pound me hard. I stared at their clit-dicks with such hungry greed, Becca Brittany’s glistening with pussy juices while white cum dribbled down Keily’s slender thighs.

What was wrong with me? I need to think. I struggled, the vines wrapped tight about my wrist as they held me. I needed to find a way to slip out and…

Slip out…

I could do that.

Making myself slick turned out to be as easy as taking a deep breath. Suddenly, my body provided no friction. Gravity pulled me free of the vines. I landed on the sand and almost slipped. My feet wanted to slide across the coarse sand, but I made them not slick.

I could control where I was or wasn’t slick.

“Fuck!” Becca Brittany gasped.

“How’d she do that?” Keily shouted, stumbling back from me. The girl tripped over her own feet and fell on her butt, her cock bobbing, her thighs splayed. I had a good look at the fine down of red hair covering her cum-soaked pussy.

The pussy I’d just been in.

The plant rustled. Branches reached for me. I didn’t care. I grinned and charged at Becca Brittany. I’d defeat her fast then take care of the girl. I would savor fucking her barely legal cunt just like I did with my own daughters.

Maybe I’d even breed her, give her a parting gift.

Branches slipped off my skin as I crashed into Becca Brittany. Our large breasts collided. The famous futa-reporter gasped as we tumbled to the ground in a splay of limbs. I landed on her and slipped right off, hitting the ground and heading right for the water.

I stopped being slick.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Becca Brittany gasped. “Get her!”

“Right,” Keily shouted, springing up.

I made myself slick as I gained my feet, sand falling off my body, unable to stick to my flesh. Keily lunged at me, the girl’s limber body looking so hot, like a naughty superheroine with her hair fanning out behind her. Then she hit my body, slipped right over my shoulder, and landed on her back behind me.

“Ow,” she groaned.

I leaped at Becca Brittany again. The futa-reporter crouched low, expecting me to slip right over her. Instead, I turned off my slickness on my front and then did the opposite. Instead of being so smooth nothing could grip me, I became the embodiment of friction. My breasts struck hers, almost gluing to them. She tumbled backwards, my body ending up on top of hers, our tits smooched together, nipples throbbing as they kissed.

“Oh, no,” the futa-reporter groaned. She trembled beneath me. I controlled my powers, letting me shift down her body. When her thighs brushed mine, they stuck to my flesh, stopping her from squeezing her legs shut and guarding her pussy. “Hurry, Keily!”

My cock nudged at the folds of the reporter’s twat. I grinned down at her. “I’ve always wanted to fuck your pussy, Becca Brittany, ever since I saw your interview with Dr. Rita.”

“That’s what everyone says!” she groaned then her eyes widened as my girl-cock slid into the famous futa’s snatch.

Our tits, still stuck together, quivered and shook as both of us trembled in delight. I braced myself on my elbows in the soft sand and pumped away at her pussy. I groaned, savoring her delicious cunt wrapped about my shaft. It felt so wonderful. The silky friction caressed my girl-dick pumping away at her depths.

Pleasure crossed her face. Her blue eyes fluttered as she groaned. She wrapped her arms about my body, and I held them in place. She hugged me to her, trapping me against her. I shuddered as I pumped away so hard, ramming my girl-dick into her hot pussy.

“My daughters are going to be so impressed when I tell them I fucked you,” I moaned. “We watch all your shows. It’s just a lesbian orgy in our house until my cock grows at sunset.”

“Glad you’re such fans,” she whimpered. “But you can’t… do this. I need my futa-cock. For my shows. A fan wouldn’t want to… to deny my world my futa-cock.”

“And deny my sister and our daughters mine?” I asked. “That would be so cruel. They love my clit-dick.”

“Oh, god, Keily, you’ll have to fuck her. You have to cum faster than she does.”

“I’m on it!” the girl gasped.

Keily pounced on me. Her lithe body felt so much like one of the twins, the youngest at eighteen in my harem. But neither of them had a futa-cock. Keily’s speared between the cheeks of my ass and rammed into my bowels.

I groaned at the invading shaft filling my bowels. My velvety sheath gripped her dick as she hammered away at me, driving my cock deep into Becca Brittany’s cunt. I groaned, more pleasure shuddering through me.

As good as it felt—and a huge part of me really, really wanted to keep letting Keily fuck my ass—I couldn’t take the chance she’d cum before I did. She was young. She could pop off like a firecracker, hosing my bowels with her cum and defeating me.

I made my bowels supper slick.

“Holy crap!” Keily gasped, her cock hammering so hard and fast into me, my bowels providing no resistance. “That’s the slipperiest thing I’ve ever fucked. Oh, my god, I’m going to explode in her.”

“Good!” groaned Becca Brittany.

Then I bucked my hips hard while slicking the rest of my back and rump. The girl popped right out of my asshole and slipped off my body. She tumbled onto the sands beside me with a grunt. Her futa-dick waved in the air, her entire body trembling.

I just grinned and kissed Becca Brittany on the mouth. I pumped my dick even faster in and out of her cunt, feeling my orgasm build in the depths of my twat. The futa-reporter moaned, kissing me back with such passion, her girl-cock throbbing against my belly, her precum leaking out and staining my flesh.

She ached for me to cum in her.