Futa: The Collection An 8-Story Bundle

By Mysti Blair

A bouncing, bulging bundle of eight sexy futanari stories. Stories include Futa Land, My Futa Wife, Futa Resort, My Futa Girl, Futa Boss, My Futa Love, Futa Under the Moon and Futa Mansion.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mysti Blair
• Release date: Jan 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463957646

Mysti Blair

Just a Canadian girl in the Great White North looking to make things steamy. I've been writing all my life, but just recently decided to take the plunge and write fiction. I'm an adult writing about adult situations, for adults! I have lots of stories coming, so stay tuned!

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Futa: The Collection

An 8-Story Bundle

By Mysti Blair

Copyright 2019 Mysti Blair

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Warning: This book contains sexually explicit adult material and is for adults only. All characters in this book are 18 years of age or older. This is a work of fiction. None of the characters, situations, places or events are real.

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Table of Contents

Excerpt of My Futa Wife

Futa Land

My Futa Wife

Futa Resort

My Futa Girl

Futa Boss

My Futa Love

Futa Under the Moon

Futa Mansion

About the Author

Other books by Mysti Blair

Excerpt of My Futa Wife

Frankly, Morgan, I’m glad you’re here, I can barely please her just by myself.

Jess laughed. Oh Greg, you do an excellent job, now would you mind bending over? I need your hole.

I immediately got on all fours and felt her apply the lube.

Morgan laid back on the pillow. This I gotta see.

Greg loves my cock, right Greg? She grabbed my hair and slid inside me. Now that she’d been fucking me every day it was easier to take her.

Fuck yes.

Good boy.

Morgan slid under me and began sucking my cock.

Oh, Christ!

Her warm wet mouth slid all over my cock, and she sucked my balls.

Who’s got the best cock? my wife asked as she pulled my hair.

You do, Jess! I cried.

The combination of the stimulation and the two women moaning was too much, I orgasmed into Morgan’s mouth. Jess pushed my head down as she rammed her cock into me, my head resting on Morgan’s stomach. She withdrew at the last moment and sprayed her cum all over my back.

Morgan got up to look.

Talk about a cum shower!

After a group shower in the bathroom, with water, we went to bed, Jess and Morgan snuggled against me.

Greg’s a lucky man.

I smiled in the dark.

Believe me, I know.

Futa Land

Jade really, really wanted to go to the carnival on Friday night. We were in bed, and she was pleading her case.

My friend Suzanne went last year and said it was a blast, we have to go!

But why? The last time you rode the scrambler you got sick, you were absolutely mortified, remember?

She waved her hand dismissively. It’s not that kind of carnival, Kat.

Oh, really? What’s so different about it?

She grinned ear-to-ear, but her green eyes weren’t giving anything away.

It’s a secret.

Well, what kind of fair is it? I haven’t seen any posters up in town, nothing online, I haven’t even heard anyone talk about it!

She simply smiled and repeated, It’s a secret.

Jade was my first girlfriend, and I was her first, too. Both of us had only dated guys before. Most of the time she was extremely candid, so it was strange she was being so secretive about this carnival, and it was driving me crazy. But then she kissed my neck and whispered in my ear.

Please, Kat, please?

We were still in the love bubble stage of our relationship, and I would have done anything for her, least of all go to some weird carnival.

I sighed and stroked her honey-brown hair. Okay, I’ll go, but don’t get mad if I don’t have fun!

She hugged me. Thanks, babe, but I promise you, you will have fun.

Mhmm, famous last words.

Friday rolled around and I was watching as Jade got dressed: plaid mini skirt with a white tank top, her long hair in a high ponytail. She was sitting on the floor, doing her makeup in the mirror.

Why are you getting all dolled up?

She looked at me in the mirror. I want to look good for you tonight.

For me, eh?

She slicked pink gloss on her pouty lips and rubbed them together.

Yes, you, and I want to look good, you know, in general.

Uh-huh, to go to a friggin’ fair?

Carnival, Kat, and wait until we get there, you’ll understand then.

She got up off the floor and smoothed out her outfit as she gazed in the mirror.

And what are you going to wear?

Me? I don’t know, I was just thinking leggings and a t-shirt, maybe a light jacket.

She turned and gave me a look of utter exasperation.

Oh come on, wear something nicer than that!

She went to the closet, it was her closet, really, she had way more clothes than me, and threw some dresses onto the bed.

Here, you would look so cute in this!

She held up a sky-blue maxi dress, and I had to admit it did look nice. She could tell I was softening.

Come on, for me?

I started unbuttoning my shirt.

"Oh, alright, I don’t want to look out of place at a carnival, of all places."

With Jade barely dressed and me in my bra and underwear, I could see the contrast between our bodies. Jade was pale, petite and had a perfect hourglass shape, whereas I was tall, tan and lean, and I had to say that I looked hot in the dress.

Jade gathered up my hair and piled it on my head, it looked like a black cloud.

Yes, that’s it, no one will be able to take their eyes off of you.

I looked at her. "Again, what sort of carnival is this? This isn’t going to be an Eyes Wide Shut situation, is it?"

Jade giggled and kissed my cheek. You’ll find out soon.

The fair was in a remote part of town. I could see the candy-colored lights from the Ferris wheel through the trees. Other women passed us, some were in pairs, some were with men, but all were dressed up and giddy. We got to the entrance where a pink and purple banner that read ‘Carnaval de Fantaisie’ was stretched above the gate.

Oh, and it’s pretentious, wonderful.

Jade gave me a gentle poke to my ribs. Kat, you said you’d give it a chance!

Okay, okay, I muttered, digging out my wallet.

I walked up to the ticket taker. She was a young, beautiful woman, not the typical carny.

Two adults, please.

Oh, no charge, she said, brushing her blonde hair out of her eyes.

What?

No charge, you just need a stamp.

She stamped a purple star on our hands.

Okay, I said skeptically, as Jade tugged on my arm as we walked through the gate.

I looked back and the girl waved at me flirtatiously.

Why was it free?

Don’t question it, just go with it!

I took in my surroundings. The air was scented with cotton candy, French fries and sawdust, like any other fair, and there were games and rides, but all the workers were young, cute women.

Who runs this carnival anyway, Hooters?

Jade giggled in that sweet way I adored. I told you it was special.

I was trying to put it all together; we got in free, Jade was dressed up, most of the other people here were women, the workers were all hot girls, and I couldn’t deny that there was some sort of sexual energy in the air, women were checking each other out left and right.

Is it a lesbian carnival? I asked, it was all that I could come up with.

Sorta, was all she said. Oh, Kat, let’s try to win something!

We played some games and went on the Ferris wheel and merry-go-round. It started to feel like a regular carnival, and I had to admit I was having fun. We were sharing an order of fries when we came to a small purple tent. A woman wearing a tight tuxedo jacket with booty shorts and a glittery purple top hat stood outside. She held a tray of glossy red candy apples.

Do you dare enter the tent of fantasy? she asked us.

Yes, we do! Jade said, hopping up and down.

The woman smiled. Perfect. Perhaps the lovely lady would like an apple?

She held one out to Jade, a gleam in her eye.

Mmmm, yes I would.

Hey, don’t I get an apple? I asked, put out.

You’ll get one next time, Kat, if you want, Jade said.

If I want?!

Have fun, ladies.

She pulled the curtain open. It was pitch black inside, and I hesitated.

‘The fantasy tent,’ but who’s fantasy?

C’mon! Jade said, her mouth full of candy apple. I stepped into the darkness. A light came on up above, faint at first, but it gradually got brighter. It was a huge tent, maybe the size of a football field, there was no way it was the same one we saw outside, but where else could we be? Jade had devoured her apple and tossed the stick over her shoulder. She smiled at me.

I can’t believe you’re actually here with me!

I surveyed the vast expanse. There were smaller tents dotted throughout, I saw women running in and out of them, giggling and chasing each other, some were eating candy apples, and some were naked. There were stages with female jugglers, contortionists, fire eaters, and high above it all two women were flying on a trapeze.

So it’s Cirque du Sappho, is that it?

Just then a girl walked by in a tiny miniskirt and flashed a grin, but that’s not all she was flashing. There was a bulge underneath her skirt, and it didn’t look manmade, it looked homegrown, which was impossible.

Why in the hell was that chick stuffing her panties?

I turned to Jade, and she lifted up her skirt. There, where her lovely pink pussy would be, the pussy I had spent untold hours worshipping, was the biggest bulge I had ever seen. It was so big the fabric of her black panties had been strained sheer, I could even see the outline of the veins.

My eyes moved back up to her face, her grin was wide and proud.

Jade, what the hell is this place?

A place where fantasies come true.

"Is that what this is about? Is that why you have that…thing in your pants?" I said it with disdain but really, it made my stomach feel funny, and my clit throb.

Uh-huh,

That’s why you ate the candy apple,

"Uh-huh, and voilà, instant dick. I still have my pussy, don’t worry, but now I have this lovely addition." She reached into her panties to rearrange her appendage.

She walked up to me, close enough that her bulge was pressed against my belly.

And I want to take it for a test drive.

In here?

Jade laughed. Why do you think all these little tents are for? Do you think women are crocheting in there or what? She wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled my neck.

Come with me, Kat, let’s have some fun. I’m aching to fuck you, she whispered.

That’s all I needed to hear.

Let’s find a tent.

I spotted a cotton candy pink tent, and four women came out, all had the kind of hair you only get from fucking, as if the giggling and kissing didn’t give it away.

How about this one? I said.

Perfect, pink means it’s private, no one can join in. Red means anyone can come in, and black is for…

For what?

I’ve never been in the black tent, so I don’t really know.

So she had been here, whatever ‘here’ was, before. I wanted to question her but she was running to the tent before anyone else got it, and I had to follow her, I wanted to. I wanted to be on the receiving end of that cock she had just grown.

Inside it was equally pink, with a giant, fluffy bed in the middle. In other circumstances I would never do this, and neither would Jade, fucking on the same bed moments after someone else had, but I wanted to feel her cock, nothing would stop us, I knew it.

We kissed and took off our clothes as we made our way to the bed, my fingers tracing the curves of her soft skin. As I wiggled her skirt down her hips I grazed her bulge, I couldn’t believe it hadn’t torn her panties yet.

I think he wants to be freed from his panty prison, I said as I nibbled her earlobe.

Let him out, she replied, and when she put her hands on the top of my head, I knew what she wanted.

I got down on my knees on the soft shag carpet and her bulge was in my face. I took a deep breath and pulled her panties to her ankles. Her cock was so massive that it whacked me in the face, I held my cheek and laughed.

Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry! Are you okay?

Don’t worry about me, Jade, I’m more than fine.

I reached out and stroked her cock, it was the color of peaches and cream, just like the rest of her body, it was a part of her body. It felt like a cock, a long, thick, perfectly straight cock with a smooth helmet-shaped head. A sculptor, well, a horny sculptor, would weep at its perfection. And at this moment it was mine to enjoy. I licked my