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Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Female/Teen female, Hermaphrodite/Females, Teen hermaphrodite/Females, Incest, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Rimming, Creampie, Hot Wife, Cuckold, Sex Toys, Interracial, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

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Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Sasha Ford

I pulled out of my mother’s pussy, my new futa-cock feeling amazing as I slid out of her. It popped out. My dick throbbed as I put my finger to my lips, motioning my redheaded mother to silence. She grinned and nodded, eager to obey.

That was all thanks to the mind-controlling panties I stole from the woman who had moved in across the street. Mildred had her own futa-cock and her own pair of panties. She’d given another pair to fourteen-year-old Chloe Quick and sent her out onto the world.

How could I not want to steal a pair for myself?

It fed all the desires my seventeen-year-old flesh had. I was a lesbian, so I wanted to fuck women. Strap-ons were fun, but having my own cock to do it with while keeping my pussy was amazing. The mind-control was just icing on the cake.

To fuck any woman I wanted was amazing. I was so glad I figured out it was the panties and not my cock that did it. My plan to dominate my mother and sister had almost failed, but I knew how it worked now.

It was time to get my little sister in on the fun.

I picked up my panties. They were a pair of flannel boy shorts, soaked so much by my pussy juices I wondered if they ever would go dry. My sweet musk filled my nose. The scent that would hypnotize my little sister into being my slut just like mom.

Once I had them, I would get Dad to come over. I would repair our family shattered by his affair with that whore next door. Mrs. Solomon might be the hottest MILF on the street with her big, fake tits and provocative style of dressing, but she had also gotten my parents divorced.

She’d pay for that.

And I would share my mom and little sister with Dad. He was a great guy. Taught me so many things. It sucked that he had to live so far away now. I hardly got to see him. These panties would fix everything in my life.

I reached the door and wrenched it open.

Fawn jumped back, her strawberry-blonde hair swaying about her flushed face. She hit the far wall of the hallway, yelping in fear. She pressed against it, staring up at me. She was two years younger than me and such a brat, loving to brag how she had gotten nice, round tits already while mine were still small.

“Mom! Mom!” she shouted. “She’s naked! Mom!”

I rolled my eyes. “You know what Mom and I were doing in there,” I said. “You think Mom’s going to stop me?”

“You weren’t doing that!” Fawn hissed, defiance in her blue eyes. She was shorter than me. I could still loom over her. “She was spanking you. Yes, yes, that was what I heard. You were being disciplined. Mom! She’s being a freak. She’s got that strap-on aimed at me.”

“That’s not a strap-on,” I said, savoring this. “That’s my dick dripping in our mother’s pussy juices. Right, Mom?”

“Mmm, yes, Sasha,” Mom said, her voice throaty. “Your sister fucked me so hard, Fawn. I haven’t had a real dick in me for so long. I feel amazing now.”

The color drained from my little sister’s face. Her eyes bulged. She whimpered and then shook her head in denial. She clamped her hands over her ears and let out a bratty screech. Then she burst into a run for her door.

I played softball. So I did a casual, underhand toss of my panties. They soared through the air. As she reached her bedroom door, they landed right on her left shoulder. The wet panties clung to her t-shirt. She turned her head, eyes widening.

“Eww, what is… that is…” Her eyes widened. Her nostrils flared. “Why does that smell so good?”

I smiled as my little sister brought the panties to her nose. She pressed the fabric against her face and breathed in again. Her entire body quivered. Her eyes widened. She licked her lips and then inhaled yet again.

“Oh, my,” she moaned. Her hips wiggled from side to side. “That’s really, really good. I mean… Wow.”

“You just love the scent of my pussy, don’t you, brat?”

“I do, Sasha.” She smeared my panties across her face. Her eyes fluttered as she reveled in my scent. I swear, she was even licking them.

“You’re going to be my little slave now, aren’t you? Just do everything I say.”

“Of course, Sasha.”

“Mistress,” I purred. “That’s how you address me.”

“You’re right, that is, Mistress,” she said. Her eyes focused on me. “Ooh, you really have a big dick. How do you have that?”

“Because I’m better than you.”

Fawn sighed. “You are.” She sniffed my panties again, her breasts jiggling. “You are so much better than me.”

I grinned, loving her words. “That’s why you’re going to strip naked. You don’t get to wear clothes in this house. You can only put them on if you’re about to leave the house, and you have to do it right before the door.”

“Right, Mistress!” she said, utterly controlled by the naughty scent wreathing my panties.

She dropped them to the ground and peeled off her t-shirt. I smiled as her round breasts appeared in a lacy, lilac bra. It looked cute on her. My lusts swelled as my little sister reached behind her. She unfastened the clasp and shoved it off her shoulders.

“Mom, come here and lick my asshole,” I commanded as I watched my little sister’s round, perky tits come into view.

“Sure, Sasha,” Mom said. I heard my mattress creak. Footsteps whisked across the room. “Mmm, I’ll lick it real good.”

I loved my mind-controlling panties.

My futa-cock throbbed as Mom grabbed my rump and parted my butt-cheeks. I heard her murmur in delight moments before her face pressed into my crack. Her fiery hair spilled over my rump, caressing me while her tongue darted around my asshole. She swirled about me, rimming me.

As she gave me that naughty delight, my little sister’s fifteen-year-old titties jiggled. She unsnapped her jeans and wiggled them off, peeling her panties off with them. I arched an eyebrow at her shaved pussy.

“Are you even a virgin?” I asked her.

“No,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’m fifteen, jeez, Mistress.”

“Don’t be a bitch to me,” I snapped. “You will always speak to me with respect because you know I’m better than you.”

“Sorry, Mistress,” she gasped, pushing her jeans and panties off the rest of the way. “I thought you knew.”

“To a boy?” I asked.

“Yeah. I’ve had a few boys, Mistress. At this party, I took three on in a row. Just one after the other.”

I arched an eyebrow. What sort of parties was she going to? When I was fifteen… Well, okay, when I was fifteen, I was sneaking girls away at parties to eat their pussies. I had a night where my jaw had gotten sore from all the cunt I’d eaten.

“Fine, fine,” I said. “Now, since you like the scent of pussy so much, suck our mother’s juices off my cock.”

“Ooh, yes!” Sasha gasped and darted to me, her round tits bouncing. Her blue eyes sparkled with incestuous lust.

Our mother’s tongue danced around my asshole. My pussy clenched. The ache in my girl-balls swelled. My little sister fell to her knees before me. She grabbed my cock with her hand and licked her lips. Hunger flashed across her face. She grinned up at me.

Then she opened her mouth wide and engulfed my girl-dick. She swallowed my cock with such hunger, sliding her lips over it. The heat swelled down my shaft into my cunt. I groaned, my butt-cheeks clenching around my mother’s face.

This would be so hot.

“Damn, brat,” I panted as my sister bobbed her head. She worked her lips up and down my cock. “You must have been practicing.”

She just winked at me.

Fawn’s mouth felt amazing while our mother’s tongue swirled and writhed around my asshole. She stirred up my naughty bowels. She stimulated me, sending such wicked heat surging through my body. I groaned, my butt-cheeks clenching around my mother’s face.

The heat from her rimming met the delight from my sister’s sucking. Both mixed and merged in my pussy. They danced around in me, teasing me, driving me wild. I groaned, my back arching. My butt-cheeks clenched about my mother’s face as her tongue pressed against my asshole.

“You taste so good,” Sasha,” she moaned. “Mmm, I never knew a girl’s asshole would be so yummy.”

“You want to thrust your tongue into my bowels, don’tcha, Mom?”

“Yes!” She thrust her tongue against my backdoor.

I groaned as my asshole stretched and stretched to accommodate my mother’s tongue. It was such a heady rush. She popped into my bowels. Her tongue was in my asshole. She swirled it around while my little sister sucked on my futa-dick.

I quivered there as I realized just what was happening. “This is awesome!”

I savored the naughty feel of her tongue reaching deeper and deeper into my bowels. I loved my bratty little sister’s mouth sliding up and down my cock. She sucked on me. She nursed with hunger on my dick, clearly so eager for my cum to explode from my cock.

Which was good, because I was so eager to give her all my jizz. I wanted to baste her mouth with all my spunk. To drown her in futa-seed. It would be just the best thing in the world to do to the girl. She would have a belly full of my girl-spunk.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned, my heart beating faster and faster. “Ooh, just suck on my dick. Nurse on my cock! That’s so good!”

She sucked on my dick. She bobbed her head, staring up at me with hunger. Her hand gripped the base of my shaft. She slid down it to my bush. Her hand brushed my pussy lips, my brassy-brown pubic hair spilling over her skin.

I loved this. My cunt clenched. My orgasm built faster and faster. Mom’s tongue dance around in my asshole while my little sister sucked on my dick like she were a vacuum cleaner, just hoovering up all the precum leaking out of me.

“Damn, I’m going to flood your mouth!” I panted. “I know you want my cum, brat.”

She squealed, sucking and nursing with such energetic need. Damn, I was seeing the appeal of having a little sister now. It was like she was born to suck my girl-dick. I grinned, savoring all the wicked fun I would get up to.

My balls tightened. The cum heated up in them. My body trembled as I came closer and closer to cumming. My bowels clenched on my mother’s tongue. Fawn’s hand stroked down my dick to my pussy lips. Massaged them.

“Fuck!” I howled and came.

My futa-jizz fired into my little sister’s mouth. An incestuous rush of bliss washed out of my spasming cunt while the intense jolts of ecstasy erupted from my dick. My entire body electrified with delight.

Mom’s tongue danced through my spasming bowels while the bliss surged through my body. I swayed, whimpering and groaning, savoring all the bliss that shot through my body. It was outstanding to experience. I groaned, my eyes fluttering.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, my god, this is the best. The fucking best!”

Fawn gulped down my cum. She sucked it all down with hunger. She kept nursing at my dick even after I fired the last of my spunk into her. Pussy juices dripped down my thighs. I licked my lips, my eyes fluttering.

“Oh, yes, yes, that was good.”

Fawn slid her mouth off my cock. “I’m so glad to swallow all your cum, Mistress. See.” She opened mouth. “Aaaahhhh!”

I watched her uvula dance as she hummed. She had swallowed it all. Every last drop.

“Want more cum?” I asked her, my hand sliding through her strawberry-blonde hair.

She nodded her head in enthusiasm. “Of course I do, Mistress. Your jizz is the best. Sister-cum is where it’s at!”

“I fired a lot into Mom.” I grinned. “Why don’t you lick her clean while I find other places to slip my cock into your body.”

“Hot!”

“Mmm, that sounds wonderful,” Mom cooed behind me. “I have so much of your sister’s seed in me, Fawn!”

Oh, yes, I would enjoy this.

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Mildred Dean

The footsteps came closer and closer.

My entire body trembled with anticipation. Not fear. There wasn’t an ounce of fear in me. Not with my mind-controlling panties gripped in my hand. I stood in my baggy dress, my futa-cock throbbing hard, tenting the front of my skirt. Mrs. Quick was beside me. She had a look of hungry delight on her face.

“I hope she’s gorgeous,” she groaned as the lock on the door twisted.

“She is,” I said, ready to see Elouise Tuft, the wife of my church’s preacher. I wanted to dominate her. To control her and make her my sl—

“Mildred,” Harold Tuft said. It was my preacher who answered the door instead. He was a tall man with brown hair and a strong chin. “This is a surprise. Is something wrong?”

He knew I had problems with going out and being around strangers. Well, I used to. Becoming a futa thanks to the mysterious P’s gift, I didn’t have to worry about anything. I was a futa. I had a big dick and one whiff of my panties would mind-control anyone.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I said and shoved my panties into his face. “I just need you to get in your car, drive to the church, and don’t come back until late tonight. I don’t want to be interrupted while I fuck your wife and daughter.”

“Of course, Mildred,” he groaned. He breathed in. “Mmm, that smells good.”

“Yes, yes,” I said, growing impatient. “Don’t be surprised if at least your wife is gone when you get back. I want her to be mine. She’s so sexy.”

“She’s yours,” he said. “She is a gorgeous woman.”

“So gorgeous,” I said and stepped aside.

“Harold, who is it?” Elouise called from the kitchen. She must be cooking dinner.

“Just Mildred and a friend,” he said. “I have to go to church. If I don’t see you again, I love you.”

“Love you, too,” she said, sounding a little bemused. “But what about dinner?”

He was already marching out to his car. I smiled. I would probably return Elouise to him in a while. After I had my fun with her. If not, I would find him a new wife to love. Whoever she’d be, they would be so happy together.

The world was so much easier when you could control it. So much safer. It wasn’t dangerous at all.

“Elouise,“ I said, stepping into her house, Mrs. Quick with me. “I brought my lover, Dianne, and am so eager to make love to you.”

“Lover?” Elouise said. “Make love to me?” She sounded utterly bemused.

“Yep,” I said. “Mmm, it’s going to be great.”

“I don’t see why I would do that,” Elouise said and marched out of the kitchen wearing a pair of mom jeans and an old T-shirt from an Evangelical conference held a few years ago. Even without her makeup on, she had a lovely face. A short, blonde woman with that hourglass figure. Her breasts had a slight jiggle to them, round and plump. “What has gotten into you, Mildred? Are you okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” I said, holding up my panties. “Just smell these and everything will make sense.”

“I’m not sniffing your panties,” she said, indignation flashing across her face.

“Sure you are,” I said, advancing. I swung the wet panties from my finger.

Disgust blanched across Elouise’s face. She backed away from me. Anger then tightened her expression. She glared at me. “Get out of my house right now.”

“Mmm, you sure you don’t want to smell them?” Mrs. Quick asked. “Because they smell delicious. Just the best.”

“I am sure!” hissed the reverend’s wife. “I won’t do something as… as…” Her nostrils twitched. “I won’t… That is… Um… Is that delicious scent coming from your panties?”

I grinned as I breathed in, smelling my tangy aroma. I stood about five feet away from her, letting the panties swing from my finger. “You know, I think it is coming from them. Sure you don’t want to smell my panties?”

“I’m pretty sure that I don’t… but…” She frowned. Her nose twitched. Her sniffs were audible. “That is… I mean…” She drifted closer, her eyes focused on the panties. “That does smell really good.”

She took them from me and brought them to her nose. My futa-dick throbbed and the naughty ache built in my balls as she pressed them against her face and took a deep and long inhale. She shuddered and let out a satiated groan.

“Oh, my, that’s good. Mmm, is that your pussy, Mildred?” she asked.

“Yes, it is,” I said, my hunger growing. I peeled off my dress, revealing my naked body. “If you want to nuzzle beneath my girl-balls, you can get a better whiff.”

“Oh, my, I think I must and…” Her words trailed off. “Mildred! You’re a man?”

“A man doesn’t have a pussy,” I said. “Kneel down and find out. You’re going to love eating pussy. Ever done it?”

“Of course I haven’t,” she gasped as she took the few steps to reach me. As she dropped to her knees, she said, “I’m not gay.”

She said that like it was dirty.

“You are now. You love pussy. Want to eat them. In fact, only girl-cocks—futa-dicks like mine—are the only dicks you’ll ever want again.”

“Mmm, you’re so right,” the reverend’s wife moaned. “Why would I ever want a man’s cock? Yours is so much bigger. And you have that yummy pussy. I never realized how sexy women were. How much I want to eat them out. I think I’m going to have fun being a lesbian.”

“Yes, you are,” I said, mind whirring. It looked like I would owe Reverend Tuft a new wife after all. Unless… What if I kept them married, but just had her seduce every woman who came to the church. Seeing if she could tempt them into lesbian passion.

My lusts throbbed through me.

“You love nothing more than seducing women at your church,” I told her. “You don’t care who knows, especially not your husband. He loves you anyway, but you just love pussy, don’t you?”

“Mmm, I do,” she moaned. “And I can’t divorce him. That’s a sin.”

“That’s right, you can’t ever divorce him,” I said and then gasped as she lifted my girl-balls to gaze at my brown bush covering my pussy.

“Oh, my, you have such a pretty pussy,” moaned the reverend’s lesbian wife. “I’ve never seen what up close before, but, yum.”

She pressed her face into my cunt. I gasped as her tongue eagerly licked across my pussy lips. One of my deepest and wildest fantasies played out. The sexy Elouise Tuft caressed my twat. She lapped up my juices and loved it. Her moans as she feasted on my snatch had me swaying.

Mrs. Quick had stripped naked. The busty blonde looked at my cock with hunger. Then she knelt down behind the reverend’s wife, hugging her and leaning over her shoulder to nuzzle into my cock’s tip.

“Yes,” I panted as Mrs. Quick slid her mouth over it. “Oh, that’s what I need.”

It was so hot to have her nursing on my cock while Elouise licked and lapped at my cunt. The reverend’s wife caressed her tongue over my pussy lips. She teased me. Sent such hot flutters of delight spilling through my body. I wiggled my hips from side to side, savoring every moment of this. Every last naughty sensation sliding over my cunt.

Mrs. Quick sucked with hunger on my girl-dick. Her tongue knew just how to stroke me. She ran across me, teasing me. I squeezed my eyes shut. I savored the heat sweeping through me. I embraced it. Loved it. My cunt clenched as the heat billowed out of me.

“Oh, that’s so good,” I groaned. “Mmm, you’re both such naughty wives.”

“Well, your pussy is too pretty not to eat,” Elouise said. She stroked her tongue throw my folds. “And tastes delicious.”

Mrs. Quick moaned her agreement around my girl-dick. She sucked and nursed with hunger. Her head bobbed. She worked her mouth up and down my shaft. Her lips maintained that tight seal. The pleasure surged down my shaft to my twat. My heart pumped heat through my body.

Elouise’s tongue darted into my pussy’s depths. She swirled around in me, teasing me. Her fluttering strokes sent bliss flooding up to the tip of my dick buried in Mrs. Quick’s hungry mouth. The blonde MILF sucked so hard, her nursing delight shooting ecstasy down my cock to my naughty cunt.

My balls drank it all in. They grew tighter and tighter with my load of cum. My naked breasts swayed as the bliss swept out through my body. So much bliss swept through me. I groaned, loving the two wives pleasing me.

“I’m going to flood your mouth with so much pussy cream, Elouise,” I gasped.

“Yum!” she moaned and licked harder. She brushed my clit, sending sparks bursting through me.

“And for you, Dianne, all the futa-cum you can swallow.”

Mrs. Quick popped her mouth off my cock to moan, “I can swallow a lot. Sure you have enough?”
“Yes!” I moaned.

She re-engulfed my cock. She sucked hard on my dick, nursing. I squirmed, the pleasure building and building in me. Elouise stroked my cuntlips with her tongue, teasing me. The pleasure brimmed in my nuts. They would explode with such rapture.

They would pump all that wonderful cum in Mrs. Quick’s mouth.

My pussy would flood Elouise’s mouth with cream for the naughty wife to enjoy. I groaned, my fingers squeezing tight. Both of those sexy beauties did such wicked things to my cock and pussy with their mouths.

I exploded.

“God, yes!” I moaned as I pumped spurt after spurt of cum from my cock into Mrs. Quick’s hungry mouth. I basted her with blast after blast of my spunk. It erupted from my dick over and over again. It fired out of me with body-quaking pulses.

My pussy convulsed around Elouise’s tongue. My juices gushed out of me as the dual delights washed through my body. Ecstasy and rapture swirled through me. I moaned and groaned, stars dancing before my eyes.

“So good!” the reverend’s now lesbian wife moaned into my pussy.

Mrs. Quick just gulped down my futa-cum pumping into her mouth. My balls unloaded, sending the jizz flying out of my cock and splashing against the back of her mouth. I groaned, stars twinkling before my eyes. My entire body trembled.

I hit that wonderful peak, Mrs. Quick sucking out my cum and Elouise lapping up my juices. My body hummed with all that bliss. I hovered there, floating as the two sexy wives pleasured my cock and cunt with—

“Mom!” gasped a shocked girl’s voice.

I smiled. Things were about to get even wilder.

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Chloe Quick

“Okay,” I said, hanging up, “pizza’s on the way. It’s Hawaiian, and that’s everyone’s favorite, right?”

“Of course,” Mrs. Solomon said, her large breasts jiggling.

“Mmm, if you say it is, then it must be,” Ms. Lyon said. She grinned at me, her smile looking so good on the Black woman’s plump lips.

“I could have sworn I thought pineapples on pizza were an abomination, but I am so ready to scarf it down,” said Kendall. She rubbed her stomach, her mocha-brown titties jiggling as she did.

“Only problem, it’s going to be like an hour or so until it gets here.” I put my hands on my hips. “So, how are we going to pass the time.”

“Sex?” suggested Kendall.

“Mmm, I could go get my vibrator and use it on my daughter,” Ms. Lyon said.

“She needs to keep her cherry,” I said. That belonged to Mildred. She was just the best, so she deserved to pop Kendall’s cherry like she’d popped my own. “Ooh, you could use it on me. I’ve never tried a vibrator before.”

“That sounds hot,” Mrs. Solomon said. “Maybe…?” She grinned. “Maybe I could ride your cock while she does that?”

“Ooh, yes, yes!” I said. “Mrs. Solomon, you have the best ideas in the world.” I plopped right down on the couch with my legs spread wide so Ms. Lyon could get at my cunt.

The naked Black woman rushed upstairs while her fiancee—I accidentally made Mrs. Solomon and Ms. Lyon fall in love with a misplaced phrase—sauntered towards me. Her large boobs swayed before her. They were just so delicious. Not as soft as my mother’s.

Mrs. Solomon’s were a man-made miracle.

The brunette trophy wife straddled me. She grabbed my hard futa-dick, sending a wicked thrill racing through my fourteen-year-old body. I groaned in delight, savoring the way the naughty MILF stroked my cock.

Then she lowered her pussy down to my dick. Delight burned in her eyes as she brought her cunt closer and closer to my throbbing girl-cock. I shuddered in delight, a big grin on my face. She pressed her juicy, shaved vulva right against my spongy crown.

“Mrs. Solomon,” I moaned and then buried my face between her fake titties.

They were still covered in some of my cum, sticky and naughty. A salty flavor covered them. I squeezed their silicone perfection against my cheeks as she lowered herself down my cock. Pleasure rippled through me. A wonderful delight as she sank lower and lower down my shaft.

Pleasure engulfed my futa-dick. I moaned into her big titties. I squirmed in delight, my pussy clenching and relaxing. More and more of her silky twat swallowed my cock until she had taken me to the root.

“Chloe,” groaned Mrs. Solomon. “Oh, that’s just amazing. Mmm, you’re so big and thick in me. Ooh, that’s hot.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned.

Footsteps rushed down the stairs. Ms. Lyon hurried to us. Something clicked then a buzzing sound filled the air. Kendall oohed in awe. I groaned into Mrs. Solomon’s tits, anticipating the fun to come as that humming noise came closer to me.

“You’re going to love this, Ms. Quick,” promised Ms. Lyon.

“I know I will,” I moaned.

The vibrator nuzzled beneath my balls to rub on my pussy. My sensitive nuts rested on the humming shaft. I groaned and then gasped as the tip pressed against my labia. Pleasure shot through my body, my futa-cock throbbing in Mrs. Solomon’s pussy.

The vibrator brushed my clit.

I gasped in delight at the burst of sparks that showered through my pussy. Ms. Lyon cooed as she worked the toy up and down my labia, brushing my bud over and over again. My fingers squeezed into Mrs. Solomon’s breasts as the pleasure surged through my body.

“Ms. Lyon!” I gasped, my pussy drinking in the delight of the buzzing vibrator. The bliss rose up to the tip of my futa-dick engulfed in Mrs. Solomon’s tight pussy.

“You’ll love this next part,” the Black woman cooed.

I gasped as she thrust it up into my pussy. The buzzing shaft sank into my cunt’s depths. My twat squeezed around it. My back arched. I squirmed in my seat as the wicked heat rushed through me. My heart pounded in my chest.

The wicked toy vibrated in my pussy. It massaged me. I gasped, rubbing my face into Mrs. Solomon’s big tits as I savored that wonderful shaft. This wicked and wild heat surged through my body. My nuts, resting on the buzzing shaft, drank it in.

Then she twisted it around in me. She stirred the buzzing shaft in a quick circle, teasing my cunt walls. I groaned and my pussy clenched down around it. I held it tight, reveling in it humming away inside of me.

“Mmm, enjoy, Ms. Chloe!” groaned Ms. Lyon.

She pumped the vibrating toy in and out of my pussy. The buzzing delight sent such bliss rushing through me. My futa-dick drank it in. I gasped, savoring the naughty dildo humming away in my cunt as much as Mrs. Solomon’s pussy sliding up and down my cock.

The sexy woman’s tight twat worked up and down my futa-dick. She squeezed around it, the pressure swelling at the tip of my cock. I moaned, the bliss building so fast. The cum swelled in my balls, so ready to spurt out of me.

I rubbed my face back and forth between those big, fake titties. I gripped them. Squeezed them. The pleasure swelled in intensity. That buzzing toy plunged faster and faster in and out of my cunt, matching Mrs. Solomon’s pussy working up and down my cock.

I would have such a big orgasm. I couldn’t wait. It would burst out of my body. I squeezed my cunt down around the big vibrator plundering my cunt. Mrs. Solomon worked her delicious twat up and down my girl-dick.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, the bliss swelling in me. “This is incredible!”

“I’m so glad you love my toy,” Ms. Lyon purred.

“Mmm, and I bet you’re just savoring my cunt,” groaned Mrs. Solomon, her squeezing pussy sliding up my dick.

“It’s incredible!” I moaned, drinking in that wild bliss. “I’m going to have such a huge cum on it!”

“Good!” moaned Mrs. Solomon. “Mmm, just cum hard. I want to feel you spurting in my cunt. Your cock feels so good in me.”

She slammed her pussy down my dick as Ms. Lyon thrust the vibrator into my cunt. The two blisses swirled around in me. I gasped, my head snapping back from the woman’s fake breasts. My head hit the back of the couch.

I exploded.

My pussy writhed around the buzzing toy, increasing the bliss it gave. My futa-dick erupted into Mrs. Solomon’s pussy. She gasped, impaling her cunt down my cock as I pumped spurt after spurt of jizz into her pussy.

“Chloe!” she moaned and then she joined me.

“Ooh, she’s cumming!” purred Ms. Lyon.

She jammed the vibrator to the hilt in my convulsing twat. My pussy drank it in. The waves of bliss flooding out of my cunt increased. The bliss swept through me, joined by the euphoria firing from my girl-dick.

Mrs. Solomon’s pussy writhed and convulsed around my cock. Her hot flesh massaged me, sucking at my balls. My nuts unloaded my spunk into her. My mind drank it in. I bucked on the couch, whimpering and gasping.

“Damn,” Kendall muttered. “Mmm, you look cute when you’re cumming.”

“I feel cute!” I moaned, my pussy going wild.

Mrs. Solomon’s pussy writhed around me. I groaned as another orgasm burst through me. More of my cum fired into her pussy. She gasped, her back arching. Her big tits heaved. They bounced before her, slapping together with force.

My mind drank in the dual delights. My cock spurted again and again. My pussy convulsed around the buzzing vibrator. I squirmed in place, my body burning with such delight as the pleasure surged to the pinnacle in me.

“Oh, my god, yes, yes!” I gasped, bucking and shuddering. “Mrs. Solomon!”

“So much jizz!” she moaned.

“Yes!” I gasped. “Oh, god, get that vibrator out of me!” I trembled, my body bucking. It was humming too much now.

Ms. Lyon ripped it out of me.

I panted, my eyes fluttering. Mrs. Solomon slid off of me. Something rattled. I blinked and panted as the sexy woman sank down on the couch beside me. She had her legs spread wide. Kendall darted her head down and buried her face into the older woman’s cum-filled cunt.

DING-DONG!

The pizza was here! Buzzing with the euphoria of my orgasm, I hopped to my feet, snagged up my panties, and raced to the door to get some free dinner.

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Sasha Ford

“Mmm, come lick your mother clean of your big sister’s futa-cum,” Mom moaned.
She lay on her back on her bed, her legs spread wide. My cum bubbled out of her cunt and matted her fiery hair. My naked little sister—her shaved pussy gleaming with cream was aimed at me—crawled towards mom. Fawn’s pink, inner pussy lips blossomed out of her vulva, looking so enticing to me and my big futa-cock.

Fawn nuzzled her face into our mother’s pussy and licked. She let out a purr of delight. Her hips wiggled from side to side. Her groan echoed through the air. It rippled around us. The sound made my futa-dick throb.

“Oh, that’s it, honey,” Mom moaned. She trembled on the bed, her large tits jiggling. “Lick out all your big sister’s futa-cum.”

“Every drop,” Fawn purred. My little sister wiggled her rump. “Mmm, Mistress, you taste so good inside of Mom. And so do you, Mom. Yummy pussy and delicious cum.”

“Everything a slutty brat like you craves,” I said, pushing the tip of my cock against the shaved folds of Fawn’s pussy lips.

“Yep!” my little sister agreed. “Don’t need anything else but cum and pussy.”

I blinked. “What about my cock.”

“I don’t crave it,” she said. “I only crave cum and pussy, Mistress.”

Right, mind-control. I had to be careful. “You also crave my dick. And dad’s cock. Incestuous dicks are what you love, too.”

“Ooh, yes, yes, I need your cock in me, Mistress!” she moaned. “I love incestuous dicks, Mistress. Just need them in me.”

“Fuck your little sister,” Mom moaned. “Just ram it in her, honey. She needs it.”

“Yes, she does,” I panted and thrust.

I thought Mom had been tight. Fawn was a vice. I groaned as I entered her juicy cunny. She moaned into Mom’s pussy as I pressed deeper and deeper into my little sister’s cunt. That amazing twat squeezed around me.

My breast jiggled. The bliss shot through me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest, so eager to unload all that cum into my little sister’s twat. I would fuck her so hard. I would pump away at her and make her explode.

She needed it. I could hear it in her voice. How she moaned as she ate out mother. She craved to be pounded to her orgasm. My breast jiggled and my balls swayed as I sank deeper and deeper into her hot depths.

“Fuck, Fawn!” I panted. “I thought you said you weren’t a virgin.”

“I feel like one, Mistress!” she moaned. “You’re so huge.”

“I know,” Mom groaned in delight. “So huge.”

“What makes your cock the best!” gasped Fawn. Her hips wiggled from side to side. “Ooh, that’s incredible. Yes, yes, that’s the cock that’s going to make me explode. I need that orgasm. I crave it. I crave being fucked by hard, incestuous dicks!”

I pulled back. I savored the silky glide of my little sister’s cunt wrapped around my cock. I pumped away at my sister’s cunt. I drilled into her pussy, reveling in her hot, tight embrace. That silky snatch massaged me.

My hips pumped. I drilled my dick into her hard. Fast. I pumped with powerful strokes into her twat. The bliss swept through my body. I groaned, my dick throbbing in her depths. My balls smacked into her flesh.

“Ooh, you look so sexy fucking your little sister, Sasha, honey!” Mom moaned. Her breasts jiggled. She squirmed on her back. “She’s moaning into my cunt. She loves your cock plowing into her. Ooh, she’s feasting on me.”

“Got to lick out all that cum!” gasped my sister. “Yes, yes, yes, Mistress! I love your futa-dick!”

Her pussy clamped down on me. I groaned as she grew even tighter. Hotter. The pleasure shot down my cock. It brimmed in my balls. A wicked and wild treat. I shuddered, my tits heaving as I pumped away at her cunt. I drove hard into her. Fast. I plowed into her snatch, savoring every last stroke into her.

Her butt-cheeks rippled. I rubbed my hands up and down her body. I grabbed her round tits and squeezed them. My fingers dug into her tits. She moaned into Mom’s pussy. Her cunt clenched around my cock, the pleasure racing through my body.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped, her twat so hot around my dick.

“I know!” I groaned. “Oh, damn, I know.”

I couldn’t take much more plowing into my little sister’s cunt. Her pussy felt amazing. My tits heaved. I slammed forward hard. Fast. My dick drove to the hilt in her twat. I fucked her with powerful strokes. Hard thrusts.

Mom shuddered on the bed before me. She grabbed Fawn’s hair. She held my little sister’s head down. Mom gasped. Then she cried out in ecstatic delight. Her hips bucked, smearing her cunt against Fawn’s face.

“Oh, Fawn, honey, yes!” Mom gasped.

“So good,” groaned my little sister. She licked up all that spunk. She devoured it with hunger. Her pussy clenched around mine.

I buried into her and she squealed. Her pussy went wild around my cock. Her cunt sucked at my futa-dick. The pleasure shot down my shaft to my girl-balls. My own twat grew hotter and hotter. My orgasm brimmed in me.

“Fuck!” I gasped and erupted in my little sister.

My futa-cum fired out of my dick. Powerful waves of spunk that jetted into my little sister’s cunt. I pumped her full of my jizz. The heat slammed into my mind. Stars burst across my vision. They detonated, dancing wildly before me.

“Take it!” I moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes, Mistress!” she howled.

These waves of heat rippled out of my spasming cunt. The delight mixed with the powerful jolts of ecstasy firing from my cock. The two pleasures had me gasping and moaning and crying out in joy. I threw back my head as I pumped my little sister’s twat full of my cum.

Pussy juices gushed down my thighs. I savored it as Fawn’s pussy nursed out the last of the cum from my balls. I groaned while Mom panted. She trembled on the bed, a huge smile on her face. She squeezed her eyes shut.

“Mmm, that was good,” she panted.

“So good, Mom,” whimpered Fawn. “Oh, Mistress, I’m so glad you’re my sister. That was the best. I love your cock.”

“And you’re finally showing off your worth, brat,” I said and pulled my cock out of her with a wet slide.

She gaped open. Her pink depths ran with my milky cum. It poured out of her, spilling over her clit and then down her thighs. I grinned at the sight of it, breathing heavily. This was so much fun. I had to get Dad over here. Fix our family.

Remake it my way.

“I’ll be right back,” I said. “Mom, feel free to enjoy my cum leaking out of the brat.”

“Mmm, yum,” she cooed.

I headed down to my bedroom and grabbed my phone. As I headed back, I texted, “Dad, you have to come by the house ASAP.”

I hit send as I reached the master bedroom. I peered inside to see Fawn sitting on Mom’s face. The sight was so naughty. Fawn threw back her head, moaning as our mother devoured my cum. I bet she loved it flavored by my little sister’s twat.

My phone chimed. A text. I smiled and glanced down it. “I’m busy,” it read. “I can make it over on Friday.”

“No, no, it has to be right now!!!!” I hit send with an angry jab of my thumb.

“I’m too busy. Sorry.”

“Fuck,” I snarled. I had to get my panties to my dad. “You two have fun. Do whatever, just don’t leave the house. I have to take care of something.

“Sure,” Mom said.

“Okay, Mistress!”

I had to find some clothes I could wear with my new futa-dick. Tight jeans and shorts were out of the question. I found a pair of athletic shorts with enough stretch to stuff my new dick into. I did, forming a large bulge. Then I grabbed a tank top and pulled it over my breasts.

I marched downstairs, my futa-dick bobbing and jiggling in my shorts. The fabric rubbed against it, sending a naughty delight rippling over my body. I groaned, the heat swelling through me. I licked my lips, so eager for this.

I burst outside. The sun was sinking low, but the day was still warm. I hummed as I headed to our neighbor’s house. Mrs. Solomon had ruined my parents’ marriage, so it was only right that she would help me fix it.

I gripped my boy shorts in my hand, loving the feel of how wet they were. It was so hot how they stayed soaked. This magic wreathing them was incredibly naughty. It made my pussy clench and sent this wild wave of heat washing through my body.

I hummed and practically skipped down the walkway to the Solomons’ porch. I buzzed. I could do anything. I couldn’t wait until the entire neighborhood, Mildred included, were under my power. I paused, turning around to survey it. The Quicks’ house was across the street. I bet Mr. Quick was having fun fucking my friend Bryana over and over again. To the right lay Ms. Lyon’s house. I wouldn’t mind putting that bitchy woman into her place.

And her daughter, Kendall, had a mouth made for sucking futa-cock.

No one else on the block was really worth my time. Not hot or attractive in any way. Mildred, the Quicks, the Lyons, Mrs. Solomon, and my family would be the start of my own empire. I gripped my panties and then whirled around.

I didn’t even bother knocking. I ripped open the front door and marched in. The sounds of a baseball game echoed from the living room. Normally, I’d be watching the game, but I got so distracted by my new toy and all the things I’d spied with it.

“Mrs. Solomon,” I called.

“Who is that?” Mr. Solomon shouted. I heard a recliner closing. Then he appeared out of the living room, an older man with graying hair. “Sasha, what the hell are you doing walking in my house.”

“Just need your wife,” I said. I held up my panties before his face, letting him get a good whiff.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” he asked, eyeing my panties.

I shrugged. “So, she around?”

“I don’t have a wife,” he said.

I blinked. “Uh, Danielle. That big titty slut you married. The one who fucked my dad.”

“Danielle never slept with your father,” he protested. “Your mother is just jealous that my ex-wife was prettier than her.”

“Ex-wife? When did you get divorced?”

“About an hour ago,” he said. “Chloe took Danielle somewhere. She’s not my concern any longer. Got to find me another hot, young thing.” He shrugged.

“Chloe, you naughty slut,” I muttered. Chloe had come up to this house earlier, hadn’t she?

I whirled around. I marched out, ignoring Mr. Solomon’s protests for my presence, and wondered where she had taken Mrs. Solomon. I surveyed the neighborhood I spotted some clothes lying on the sidewalk. I remembered noticing those after I’d snuck into Mildred’s house. I rushed over and studied them.

I knew these clothes. It was the tacky shit that Ms. Lyon wore. I grinned and marched to her house, ready to dominate Mrs. Solomon and Chloe Quick. I marched right up to the door and tried to open it. Locked. Sighing, I rung the doorbell. I trembled in delight, so eager for the fun to come.

Footsteps pounded to it. I smiled in excitement.

The door flew open. I had a moment before a pair of panties were shoved into my face, held by a naked Chloe quick. The enticing scent of her spicy pussy filled my nose as she smeared the sodden cloth across my nose and mouth.

“Wait, you’re not the pizza guy,” Chloe gasped. “But, you’re hot, Sasha, so get naked. I’m going to fuck you hard!”

To be continued…

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