Goldie’s Futas

Once upon a time there was a beautiful woman named Goldie. Named so because her hair was as gleamed as beautifully as gold. But while Goldie was beautiful, she was also very greedy. From the time of her sexual awakening, she could never get enough. Never enough pussy, never enough cock, and never enough pleasure. It was almost criminal that no one could satisfy her.

She tried little dicks, big dicks, older women, younger women muscled men, fat men, and everything in between. Poor Goldie tried rough sex, soft sex, group sex, and tantric sex. Even sex with herself never left her fully sated. Sometimes she found herself in the homes of lusty couples that couldn't wait to experience the lush curves of her body, but while they tried, they could never satisfy her either, even if they fucked her all night.

"You're never going to be married like this," her mother complained.

"If only someone could truly give me pleasure, I might actually settle down." Goldie thought to herself.

On the night of Christmas Eve when Goldie discovered the three futas that lived deep in the wood, she'd tried sex in every position and way imaginable and arrived at the conclusion she'd always need more.

Her supple body flamed with the fires of her insatiable desire until she could scarcely see straight and she went to the tavern to drink ale and celebrate Christmas in the arms of those who knew her body well. They were hard and wet, mouths and hands, everything that should have left her exhausted as she lay like a sacrifice, wet and swollen to be taken and filled while she tasted and drank the salty sweetness of arousal and cum from whomever desired to fill her mouth.

It should have been the perfect Christmas gift.

But when they were done and the moon shone high in the sky illuminating the wood in a soft blue glow, she stumbled through the wood tired and quite drunk with ale, but still annoyingly aroused. Her fingers itched with the desire to touch herself, but she was still so very far from home. Each step made her thighs clench and the friction teased her clit until she grew heady with desire. Everything felt damp and her skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. Her breasts felt heavy to bursting in the flimsy fabric of her dress and her nipples brushed against the threads to send little shocks of electric pleasure straight to her clenching arousal slick core.

Even the hooting owls and snapping twigs that might carry with them dangerous animals did not deter her from her longing.

A fever. That was the name for her longing. A fever that made her knees weak, and when she saw the lights of a small cabin flickering invitingly, she wanted to cry out with delight. Gathering her skirts she moved with haste and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"Hello?!" The blonde called, but no one answered.

Well, if no one was home they wouldn't mind if she just slipped inside and rested awhile.

The door creaked as she stepped into the warm invitation of the cabin. A fire crackled in the hearth where the evergreen Christmas tree stood tall nearby, and the smell of stew made Goldie's mouth water. So much so that for a moment she forgot the other hunger that raged in her belly.

Three bowls sat on the table in the small kitchen. The owners must have only recently left. She wondered for a moment where they might be, but her hunger overshadowed reason. It made little sense to her to have a fresh bowl when she only wanted a taste. So she sat at the table and chose the first bowl, cringing when it touched her lips. It wasn't the taste, for the stew was quite good. Rich and savory with a touch of spice that warmed her.

But the soup itself was too cold.

Goldie made a face and moved to the next, but yelped when she found it too hot.

The third bowl was perfect and she devoured it greedily before also having a glass of wine. With the wine the hunger to be filled and fucked returned and she needed the touch of her own hand lest she go mad.

"Just a quick one," she reasoned. "And then I'll move on."

There were three bedrooms, small, but the beds invited her and she tried the first but found it too firm. The second bed felt far too soft and she couldn't get comfortable. But when she lay upon the third bed, her lips parted in a soft moan.

"Mmm, just right."

It smelled like cedar and something distinctly winter. Cool and delicious, despite the warmth of her skin. How she wished there were a lover atop her. Someone to cure this ache that climbed higher even as her fingers moved down her body, squeezed and cupped her breasts through the dress.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned and her fingers traveled farther, skimming down to draw her skirts up as her legs spread. She wore no panties, and her cunt throbbed, swollen from use in the tavern, but also her own savage need. Her chest rose and fell with desperate shallow breaths while her fingertips grew slick with her desire as she slid them along the swollen petals of her moist flower.

Moans fell from her lips, deep and throaty as she spread herself, feeling the mixture of cum and her own arousal. Her body begged for release, a release that was all powerful, and though she knew she wouldn't get it she strived for it. Four slender fingers filled her needy channel and she bucked her hips and arched.

Goldie's free hand pressed against the iron headboard as if searching for a grounding point and her fingers delved deeper, harder, drawing the need from the pit of her belly to the surface where it could grow and rise into this spiraling thing like a cyclone that lifted her with it.

Words were incomprehensible to the blonde as she writhed and rolled until she was on her belly. It no longer mattered that she was in someone else's bed, someone else's home, fucking herself to the point of madness. All that mattered was the final crest that threw her over the edge into that sweet oblivion as her grinding hips bore down harder. Her ass clenched in tandem with her spasming muscles as she drew onto her knees, face down, plunging her fingers deep and hard as her juices dripped down her wrist.

The sex addicted blonde's cries buried themselves in the threads of the linens as her body jerked and drool trickled from her lips. It was so good. Good enough that, as her body relaxed, sleepy afterglow carried her into blissful sleep.

But even as Goldie drifted off, she knew when she awoke she would want more.