Planet of the Futas

By Nancey Cox

Haley has a lot of living to do in forty eight hours.

On leave from her starship, curvy Haley has a burning desire to see if the dual equipment rumors about the Futa aliens are true.
Tall and gorgeous alien mates, Rahl and Kel, are more than ready to give the voluptuous Earth woman the time of her life, hard and without protection.

Rahl and Kel have been searching for the missing part of their Triad and believe they've found it with the Earth woman. Now they need to convince Haley to stay.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Menura Press
• Release date: Sep 17, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370778973

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Planet of the Futas

Nancey Cox

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Bonus Chapter: The Futa’s Christmas

Additional Titles

About the Author

Copyright

Chapter One

Haley - Forty Eight Hours of Shore Leave

Forty-eight hours being off ship. I cannot wait. The Lawful Priest is a decent size cargo ship but the crew is small and it’s not a fast moving vessel. Let’s just say you can get real sick of the same dozen people after a month.

The only companionship I’ve had between my thighs recently was battery operated, which is a crying shame. I’m a healthy girl with a lusty appetite and deep space travel ain’t the easiest thing on my libido. There aren’t bad looking people on the crew but I like to keep business and playtime separate. I’ve been down that road before. Things can get messy and no ship in the universe is big enough for a bad romance.

I’m so horny I’ll jump the first cock pointed in my direction.

Which makes the station we’re docking at interesting. The aliens are hermaphrodites.

So they have both? Jayce asked.

We sat at the mess table and assembled sandwiches. The ship’s cook being on leave required a little planning. I said, That’s what I heard.

A pussy and a cock?

I’ve never seen one in person, I said. Yet.

Jayce blushed.

I intended to find out. I don't normally go for chicks. I’m very much a girl who loves cock, lots of rock hard cock, but I was willing to be flexible. The exotic Yllinari aliens could be just the thing to break my dry spell. And really, the idea of an alien with soft curves, big tits, long hair and soft lips and a huge cock was intriguing. I just hope they were as intrigued by a human with only one set of genitalia. Some mutual exploration would further human/Yllinari relations.

Really, I’m doing it for Earth. Entirely selfless on my part, thank you very much.

We dock in an hour, I said, wrapping up the last sandwich. And I don’t want to smell like mustard and ham.

Chapter Two

Haley - Forty Seven Hours Remaining

I can’t say I should have experimented more in the college. The Moon University had a very diverse population and I wasn’t shy. A cock is a cock, even if it's blue and glows in the dark, and a modern girl wants to be able to look back and say she scratched all those youthful indiscretions off her list.

Then I met Sam and my party days were over. I fell hard and settled down so fast it made my head spin. Before I knew it, I ran off with the handsome ship’s captain. You can guess where this is going. I could bore you with the details but let’s just say that ships get real small and I don’t appreciate a captain who considers it his duty to relieve the sexual tension of the entire crew. I’m not that uptight but I don’t like sharing what I thought was exclusively mine.

Like a said, there’s no ship in the universe big enough for a bad romance.

That’s all in the past. I’m making a fresh start with a new captain that runs a good ship and appreciates non-freeze dried food. Cargo freighters are boring but good, steady work for cooks.

I pulled out the deep red dress, the one with the deep v neck that highlighted the curves of my ample chest and the hem barely long enough to be decent. Barely. The deep red color flattered my pale complexion and blonde hair perfectly. The smooth fabric hugged all my curves. This dress was made for me. One final check of my lipstick and I was ready to get off this ship.

I meet Jayce at the air lock. She stood, hands on hips and mouth agape, stunned at my transformation from grumpy cook to knock out. Good, exactly the reaction I wanted. How long have you been holding onto that number? she asked.

Long enough. Glowing amber numbers counted down on a screen until the airlock opened.

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