Chapter 3: Salome’s Futa Passions Displayed

Salome Cardozo’s Week, Wednesday

I hit the back button, closing my phone book app and stopping myself from calling Shelena. I threw my smartphone onto my bed. I wouldn’t give in to my lust for the bullying, Black futa and her massive girl-dick. I didn’t need her fucking my asshole any longer.

I had Paloma and the kinky changes to our relationship.

I flopped onto my bed and shuddered, rolling over in my covers. I just wanted to have sex with her, to try out this new delight she had for licking out cum from my pussy. It could be my older futa-sister or it could someone like Candice, Ginny’s futa-girlfriend.

Anyone but that bitch Shelena.

My life was ruined. I could never go back to Rogers High. Everyone at my school had seen who I truly was. That I’d been cheating on Paloma with Shelena for months and months. Right there in the cafeteria, I indulged my lusts for that big, Black dick. I had shown myself to be such a hypocrite.

Poor Paloma was trying to put on a brave face, telling me that everyone thought I was a heroine and that Shelena was the school pariah. Maybe the bitch was for trying to force me to there at the end, but that wouldn’t change how it started.

I just wanted Paloma here, but she wouldn’t see me until I came back to school. She would wait for me Friday evening at our school for the Spring Fling dance. The last one of the year. We had dresses purchased for it, each planning on surprising the other with how beautiful we’d look. I had planned to give her my virginity afterward simply because I feared giving it to Shelena.

“I hate you!” I screeched into my pillow at Shelena. She used me, threatening to bully my futa-girlfriend unless I let her fuck me in the ass. She’d turned me into an anal slut. Week after week, day after day, I had come to crave her cock fucking my bowels.

I wanted her in me right now.

I wouldn’t surrender.

I sobbed into the pillow, wishing Paloma was here to hold me and love me. She was waiting for me to come to school. She wouldn’t let me throw my academic future away. But I couldn’t face everyone staring at me. My friends would be disgusted. Even Claire, my BFF who knew about Shelena since the beginning, would be horrified by how far I’d gone.

Paloma loved me, so she forgave me for being such a terrible person. I didn’t deserve it. Everyone at school would know it.

I fell into an exhausted sleep once my crying finished.

Thursday

“You are going back to school on Monday,” my futa-mother said as she stood in the doorway of my bedroom, her face hard. She had short, Black hair framing her round features. She wore old jeans and a t-shirt, her reflective vest on. She was a construction worker installing drywall. Business was booming. “You heave me, Salome.”

I squirmed. “I’m not.”

She arched an eyebrow. “You’re not too old to spank. You have this weekend to sort it out, then your back to school. No daughter of mine is flunking out.”

She slammed my door behind me.

I glanced at the clock. I should be getting ready to go. Paloma would meet me out front and we’d walk to school together when the weather was good, or get a ride from one of our parents when it was bad. I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. It felt weird being here. I had been in my room for nearly two days now.

I needed to leave, but ... I couldn’t return to school.

I tried to distract myself. I made breakfast and started cleaning the house naked. My futa-sister blinked at that when she dragged herself out of bed around noon. Then she shook her head and poured herself some cereal before heading upstairs, muttering about little sisters shouldn’t be prancing around naked.

I didn’t know why I was still naked. I wasn’t at school. I didn’t need to be nude, but it felt comfortable. I tried to distract myself with midday soaps, but the storylines were so trite. I couldn’t focus on them. I just thought of Paloma.

I found myself drifting upstairs around the time school would let out. I entered my bedroom and opened my closet. My purple dress hung there. My futa-mother had to work overtime for a week to get the money to buy it for me. It was purple, dangling from the coat hanger by two thin spaghetti straps. It was gorgeous, falling down to my ankles. I would look so pretty in it.

I closed my eyes, imagining how Paloma’s would widen when she saw it, my hair done up into a mass of curls that would fall down the left side of my head and spill over my shoulder, the new diamond earrings I got for my birthday glinting in my lobes. I would take her breath away.

She wanted to go to this dance. It wasn’t fair of me to skip it. Everyone would stare at me. Hate me. Despise me, but I could endure that for Paloma. I owed her so much. She should have broken up with me. She should have dumped my skank-ass the moment I begged Shelena to fuck me before the school.

My lusts had almost destroyed the most important thing in my life. And now my fear was about to do the same.

I found my phone. I ignored the hundreds of tags from social media apps, people were mentioning me left and right, and called my futa-girlfriend. The phone rang and rang and rang. I bit my lip as I squirmed on the bed.

I winced when I saw the time. Last classes were just about to end. She might not be able to answer.

“Hello?” Paloma gasped. She sounded out of breath. A bell rang in the background. “Salome?”

“It’s me,” I said. “I’m staring at my dress for the dance.”

“And?” I could almost feel her quivering with excitement.

“And will you still pick me up tomorrow for the dance?” I asked, tears beading in my eyes.

“Of course,” she said. “Six PM. I’ll be there.”

I smiled, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Thank you, Paloma. Thank you for putting up with me. I’m such a mess. Mother of Goddess, I don’t know why you do put up with me, mi futa-florecita.”

“Because I love you,” she answered. “Mi sirenita, if love was supposed to be easy then it wouldn’t be worth so damned much, would it.”

I let out a half sob and half laugh. “You’re wonderful. I love you, Paloma. So much. I’ll make sure tomorrow night is special.” I bit my lower lip. “Maybe you should show up earlier than 6. I have an idea you might like.”

“Oh?” she asked. “You have a surprise?”

My cheeks warmed. My pussy clenched. “Yeah, it’s pretty naughty. I love you. See you tomorrow. I need to masturbate or I’ll go crazy.”

“We could have phone sex,” she said. “I’ll be home in fifteen minutes.”

I bit my lip. “No, I might blurt out my surprise. Tomorrow. 5:30 PM sharp.

“I’ll be there!”

Friday

The doorbell rang and then it opened on its own. I told Paloma to come on in ahead of time. I had begged my parents not to be here. My mother wasn’t happy to miss me in my dress, but my futa-mother was more than happy to take her out for an evening.

I trembled while sweeping down the stairs, my bare feet padding on the floor, my gown rustling around me. My hair caressed my left shoulder, spilling in a brown mass to kiss my golden-tan skin. My purple dress hung from the straps, the bodice clinging to my small breasts.

Paloma came into view. She looked up at me and froze. I almost did, too. My eyes drank in her form. She wore a strapless, red dress. The bodice seemed to hang from her small breasts, just covering her areolas. The skirt was cinched right beneath her bosom and fell in a fine layer of cloth down to her mid thighs, each one seemingly translucence but when combined were opaque and hid her body. Her hair fell in a mass of curls around her cute face, her golden-brown skin almost glowing. She held a small box in her hand.

“Mi sirenita,” she breathed in awe. “You’re gorgeous. I’m having trouble breathing.”

“Me, too,” I said as I kept descending. My feet were moving on their own, thank Goddess, or I would have been stuck in place.

I reached the bottom and stopped before her, swallowing. She had such a big grin as she opened the box and pulled out a purple carnation on a stretchy band. I smiled and held out my hand, letting her slip the flower over my wrist before she kissed me.

I shuddered against her, my lips working on hers. Our tongues danced and darted together while the heat swept through my body. I groaned, my tongue playing with hers while I savored the taste of her. A heat swept through me as our lips danced and dueled together.

She broke the kiss, panting.

“Wow,” she groaned, her breasts rising and falling in her blouse. “That’s...”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned. I brought my hand with the flower to my breasts. “Wow, that was a kiss.”

She nodded then looked around.

“Curious about your surprise?” I asked her, taking her hand and leading her to the living room where Lupita waited.

My futa-sister sat on the couch naked, her golden-brown body fully exposed. She had big breasts and a large cock thrusting up from her crotch. She absently stroked it, this hungry look in her eyes. She was a nineteen-year-old futa who’d rather play video games and work shitty jobs than go to college. She blamed the economy or something.

Our futa-mother put up with it for reasons I couldn’t fathom.

“Sup, Paloma,” Lupita said. “My sister wants me to nail her in front of you. You cool with that?”

My cheeks burned. This was supposed to be more romantic. I glanced at Paloma. “Imagine if the entire time were at the dance, my futa-sister’s girl-cum is inside of me, just waiting for you to lick her out of me. Won’t that be wonderful?”

“Yes!” she said and cupped my face. Her fingers caressed over my makeup. She leaned in and kissed me hard.

“You two are cute and kinky as fuck,” said Lupita. “Damn, never thought I’d get a crack at your cunt, Salome. I’ve wanted to try out some incest since it was legalized.”

I broke the kiss and shuddered. “Maybe we could find someone else to fuck me.”

“No!” Paloma groaned. “It’s hotter if it’s your futa-sister.”

“I knew you had a thing for incest!” I said, grinning, my pussy on fire. “Mmm, she’s going to pound me hard from behind. Just ramming her big dick into my cunt. Won’t that be hot?”

“Oh, yes!” she moaned, her eyes smoldering as they stared at me. “I want to do this so bad. It’ll be amazing.”

I grinned, so glad. My pussy was on fire. The heat melting out of my cunt had me trembling. I wiggled my hips back and forth and then I dropped to the floor before her, my skirts rustling. “I thought while she was fucking me, you didn’t have to just watch.”

I licked my lips. She arched her eyebrows.

“I’ve never sucked a cock before,” I moaned. “But I’ve spent all day practicing on bananas.”

“I offered my clit-dick, but she said no,” Lupita said. “Mmm, so I should just hike your skirt and go to town on you, Salome?”

“Yes!” I moaned. “Ooh, can’t you make this sexier. Like, call me pretty or even a slut. You’re making this sound like a chore.”

“Fuck, Salome, take the stick out of your ass,” my futa-sister muttered. “I’ll fuck you hard. I’ll ram my cock into your slutty cunt and make you explode so your pervy futa-girlfriend can lick me out. I’ll make you cum hard, Salome. You’ll be begging for my dick again. There, better.”

“A little,” I muttered. Why couldn’t I have a better futa-sister?

I hiked up Paloma’s frilly layers of skirt. They all rustled as I slid them up and up to find her futa-cock throbbing hard in a pair of black panties. A banana hammock. It was a thong for futas but with enough cloth to contain their clit-dicks. I licked my lips as I stared at her, the spicy musk of her pussy leaking through.

My futa-sister roughly threw my skirt up and over my rump, exposing my ass clad in a tight pair of satin panties. Purple, of course, to match my dress and the corsage on my wrist. I shuddered as Lupita’s cock nudged into my pussy.

This incestuous rush surged through me. I was about to be fucked by my futa-sister. It was so hot and taboo and delicious. Despite how much she annoyed me, my cunt was on fire for Lupita’s cock reaming my cunt.

I pulled down on my girlfriend’s thong as Lupita’s dick found the entrance to my pussy. She nuzzled it against my opening. I whimpered and cooed, pleasure rippling through my body from her touch. Then Paloma’s cock flopped out, bobbing hard before me, eager for me to engulf it with my mouth and suck hard.

So I did.

“Salome!” she moaned.

My lips slid over her dick, her crown vanishing deeper into my mouth. My tongue caressed her. My mass of hair swayed on the left side of my face. I sucked with passion, cheeks hollowing. My pussy clenched.

Lupita rammed into my pussy.

My futa-sister’s clit-dick buried to the hilt in my juicy cunt. An incestuous ripple of bliss washed through my body. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. I nursed on Paloma’s cock, savoring the feel of my futa-sister’s cock stretching out my twat. She was a little bigger than Paloma.

Lupita felt incredible in me.

My futa-sister drew back. Her cock massaged the inner walls of my pussy. I knelt there on my hands and knees between the two futas. Their cocks were in both my holes. Lupita rammed back into me, her incestuous shaft filling my cunt with her every stroke.

I rocked between them, sliding my mouth up and down Paloma’s cock while Lupita’s plundered my cunt. The pleasure rippled through me, my pussy drinking in the friction of that massive shaft stretching me out.

I wiggled my hips from side to side, stirring around her. The pleasure rippled through my body, a treat to enjoy. I squealed in delight, squeezing down on her hard. I rocked back into her, sliding my cunt all the way down her shaft and then sliding up again.

“Oh, damn, you’re tight!” panted Lupita. “Paloma, your girlfriend’s got a tight cunt, doesn’t she?”

“Uh-huh,” Paloma moaned, her dick twitching in my hungry mouth.

Drool ran over my chin as I squealed.

“She’s just a big slut, huh?” groaned Lupita. “Damn, never really thought she’d be. This is hot. I’ll fuck her whenever you want, Paloma. I’ll pump my little sister full of all the cum you want to lick out!”

My cunt squeezed down on my futa-sister’s dick.

“Thanks,” Paloma groaned, her precum spilling over my tongue. “This is so hot. I love it. Incest is amazing!”

The pleasure burned through me. My hips squirmed from side to side, stirring around that incestuous shaft reaming my cunt. A wicked and wanton passion that had me trembling and moaning. I sucked with hunger on Paloma’s cock while my futa-sister’s dick reamed my pussy over and over.

My climax built in me. It was so hot. My futa-sister might be a lazy bitch, but her cock felt amazing plunging in and out of my cunt. She fucked me harder, her large breasts heaving and slapping over me. My cunt clenched down hard to increase the friction.

That increased my pleasure.

“Oh, damn, you’re such a slut, Salome!” my futa-sister. “Oh, I am going to bust my ovaries in your tight twat. Fuck, little sister pussy is the best!”

I squealed in delight, the words bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm. It was humiliating to take her dick which fed my lust. A shameful heat burned through me as my futa-sister reamed my cunt with harder and harder strokes.

“I want you to flood all your cum in your sister’s cunt!” panted Paloma. “Just pump her full of all that creamy load! I’m going to lick her clean after you’ve soaked in her for hours.”

“¡Mierda! That’s hot!” Lupita smacked my ass, the stinging pain melting to my cunt. “Damn, you’re futa-girlfriend is as kinky a slut as you are.”

“We are!” Paloma moaned. “Oh, Salome, yes!”

Her futa-cum pumped into my mouth. The salty delight spilled over my tongue. I looked up her body, her dress rustling as she trembled. Her jizz filled my mouth. I let it fill me up, on the verge of overflowing my mouth, before I swallowed it.

“Yes, yes, mi sirenita! ¡Mi amor!”

“Hot damn, dump your cum down my little sister’s throat!” panted Lupita. “I’m going to pump her pussy full of my sisterly seed.”

“Yes!” Paloma groaned, the aroma of her spicy cunt swelling in my nose. I sucked harder, drawing out her cum. “That’ll be incredible.”

I gulped down the last of her cum as she panted. She leaned back, her cock sliding out of my mouth. I trembled, my pussy squeezing down hard on the incestuous shaft reaming my cunt. Every hard plunge from my sister kept me on the verge of cumming.

“Fire all your jizz in me, Lupita!” I moaned.

“You’re such a hot slut, Salome!” my futa-sister gasped. “Mother of Goddess, I fucking love it! ¡Mierda!”

Her cock slammed into me. Hot cum fired into my twat. Pulses of jizz spilled into me. I shuddered. The spunk basted me. That incestuous seed. My orgasm burst inside of me. I threw back my head, my hair swaying on my left side, and howled in rapture.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “She’s coming inside my cunt, mi futa-florecita!” My futa-flower smiled at me as my futa-sister’s cum pumped into me. This wave of delight swept through my body. I groaned from the pleasure spilling through my thoughts. Stars danced before my eyes. The ecstasy was intense. Amazing.

My pussy milked my futa-sister from her ovaries. My hungry cunt wanted every drop she had. I trembled, wiggling my hips from side to side, my gown rustling around me. My back arched as she spurted in me over and over.

“Mother of Goddess, that was incredible,” Lupita moaned. Her dick had stopped erupting. “Sis, you are a great fuck. I’ll pork you anytime your futa-girlfriend needs some jizz to lick out of you.”

“Thank you,” I panted, my head swaying, dizzy from the lust sweeping through me.

My futa-sister pulled her girl-dick out of me and hauled my panties up and over to contain the flood of her cum. I clenched my pussy sat the entrance, wanting to hold it all in for as long as I could. I hoped it wouldn’t all drip out of me. There was so much in me, though.

“She fired a gallon or more in me,” I moaned as Paloma straightened her panties and dress.

She held out her hands to me and helped me stand, the corsage looking perfect on my wrist. My skirts fell around me. I heard a can crack. My futa-sister had opened a beer and was drinking it while she lounged on the recliner. Her big tits rose and fell as she chugged it all down, her right leg thrown over the armrest.

I grimaced and let Paloma lead me away.

My nervousness mounted as we headed to the dance. My pussy brimmed with incestuous cum, and I was anticipating when Paloma would eat me out, but I dreaded arriving. A heavy weight swelled in me. My guts felt like cement, stuck together. We were coming closer and closer to the school, driven by Paloma’s futa-mother.

She had no idea we had a threesome while she waited in the car.

The school appeared. There were cars and even a few limos pulling up. Girls and futas alike wore their party dresses. Some were elegant and others skimpy. Some were just sashes as worn by the Perverts Society. Sparkly sashes that went with high heels and hair down up in magnificent styles. My cheeks burned at the sight, reminding me that technically, I should be naked right now.

I clung to Paloma’s arm as she escorted me towards the cafeteria where the dance would be held. I was bracing myself for the looks. The disgust. The snooty sniffs and sidelong sneers. The weight in my belly threatened to anchor me in place. I clung to Paloma, reminding myself I was doing this for her.

I endured Shelena’s ass-fucking for her. At least, in the beginning before it started to feel good.

I armored myself with all the good things that Paloma had ever done for me. I lifted my chin and put on a smile as we entered the cafeteria itself, the music rippling through the space. Disco balls sparkled from above. Festive banners and bunting draped across the ceiling in shades of blues from light periwinkle to a deep sapphire. It was like being under the sea, the theme of this Spring Fling. The walls were decorated in seashells and pictures of topless mermaids.