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Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Female/Female, Hermaphrodite/Females, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Interracial, Breeding, Hot Wife, MILF, Cheating, Cuckold, Body Modification, Supernatural

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Click here for The Futa Dorm Madam Counsels the Nubile Coeds, Chapter 6.

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Note: Thanks to my beta reader for proofing this and to ferretfyre from my Discord for pitching the idea!

Sister Marie Constance

After last weekend’s event with Candy and Mercedes, I wondered if the angel Raphael was lurking around. I kept looking over my shoulder, trying to glimpse the angelic male. Our activities had attracted his interest.

He had almost broken Mercedes out of the cult. She and her brother nearly escaped from their love of Lilith, but she had been more powerful. The futa-succubus’s reach had gender-swapped Kevin to Candy and turned his sister into a futa.

They were lovers now, with Candy begging to be bred by Mercedes. They were at the worship orgy on Sunday, swept up in the passion of the cult. They wanted to just be alone. The two of them paired off in monogamy.

I thought about Sister Judith. I loved her. She was special to me. What if we were to just run off?

Lilith spiked with annoyance and flooded my mind with what I would lose: sex with every other woman. My mother, my sister, the other nuns, and the women I met in the world. My clit throbbed at those words, and my nipples hardened.

Yes, I was too enslaved to my lusts to want Sister Judith only. I wanted to have every woman I could. My futa-dick should be fucking them and breeding them. Lilith had made my deepest, most depraved fantasies come true, and I had given her my soul.

I aided her in spreading her cult.

Which was why I glanced over my shoulder as I walked down the sidewalk. I was in a very nice neighborhood. The lawns were all perfect, mowed in that cross-hatch pattern. The bushes were trimmed. The houses were maintained. They were all three- or four-bedroom. Family homes that must be worth nearly a million in today’s housing market.

The sort of place I would find bored housewives to recruit. That was my new kink, and why I was “soliciting” the women on this street for my fictitious charity. I just wanted an excuse to fuck some married women and knock them up.

But was Raphael around?

Reassurance flowed from Lilith. She had told me that Raphael had retreated. He was acting subtly. Angels rarely moved openly. They attacked obliquely. The next one wouldn’t come for weeks. “They’ll let us get complacent,” said Lilith, “then strike when our guard is down.”

I didn’t like it. My stomach was rippling, so I had to focus on what I was doing here.

And the success.

Candy and Mercedes were now dormmates. The college accepted Candy’s “sex change” as perfectly natural. After all, they were trans affirming. My sister, Sister Catherine, moved in with our mother, Mrs. Manor. They were recruiting at the college, spreading the cult to the female coeds.

I imagined we would have a rally or something in a week or two where lots of guys would be gender-swapped. That was always fun. Then the orgies would follow. How could I give that up to just have Sister Judith in my life?

I mean, I loved her, but…

I shook my head; I shouldn’t be thinking those thoughts. I was a futa hedonist now.

My phone chirped. I pulled it out of my pocket and smiled. I had a text from Anita, the bride whose wedding I had crashed. She was on her honeymoon with Tina, her gender-swapped wife, and their fucktoy, Chloe.

“Last day of the honeymoon,” said Anita. She included a picture of Chloe eating out Tina while it was clear Anita had her cock buried deep into her bridesmaid’s cunt. “Our little slut has been a good pussy-eater.”

“Wonderful,” I texted back, my clit throbbing. “Safe travels. I hope to see you at the worship orgy on Sunday. Your mother had a lot of fun being fucked by a group of sluts with strap-ons.”

“Fun! I’m sure will be there. Love ya!” Anita finished with a kissing emoji, a peach emoji, and an eggplant emoji.

I wanted to take it up the ass from her again, too.

I slipped my phone into my pocket because I had reached the front door of the first house. It was painted a deep, forest green that went with the pale-blue siding. It was a bold choice. I pressed the doorbell and smiled. I was wearing a more conservative habit. One that covered me from head to toes while still hugging my breasts and hips. I had no bra or panties on.

Still, I looked more like a traditional nun than my normal attire with the corset that lifted my tits into two jiggling mounds, the loincloth that fell to my ankles, and the thigh-high stockings. I had those one, of course, and the heels.

My nipples ached as the chimes rang through the house.

I heard the footsteps approaching. This was the Mercator residency. I put on a happy smile and pulled out the brochure from my pocket. We had mocked this up and printed it last night. It was to raise fun for an intercity lesbian community (and orgy) center.

It might turn into a real charity. But it was just the thing to use to seduce bored housewives.

The door opened, and a blonde woman in a nice sundress was there. It was low-cut, showing off her big, fake tits. A thick, diamond necklace draped across her cleavage. Her boobs jiggled as this faint look of disappointment crossed her face.

I wasn’t disappointed. She was just the sort of sexy housewife I wanted to fuck.

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Mrs. Dalia Mercator

I was just back from my Book Club (and Wine Club, the real reason we got together), and I was eager for the pool boy to arrive. Damien was such a hot stud. He made my pussy wet. I loved watching him work, getting all hot and bothered, before I invited him in for “refreshments.”

He was so good at eating my cunt.

I wanted to freshen up before her arrived, but just as I was pouring myself another glass of wine, the doorbell rang. That was too early for my pool boy. Still, my cunt was on fire. I hurried to the door to welcome him.

I opened it and found… a nun.

Disappointment washed through me. She was a blue-eyed and smiling young woman with a white wimple wrapped around her head and a black veil draped over it. She wore a black robe that was belted to hug her narrow waist and…

My, she was as endowed as I was. Rather impressive.

A strange warmth flashed over me as she smiled at me. There was something beguiling about her smile. Something… refreshing about her innocence that stirred something in me. I found myself returning the smile.

“Hi!” she said in a perky voice. “I’m Sister Marie Constance, and I am raising money to help intercity lesbians. We want to make a place for them, a community center, where they can gather and be free of any judgment.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. It was the sort of progressive thing all my friends would support to show we were good women and feminists. “I’m shocked a nun would care about that.”

“Why do you think we became nuns?” she said with an impish grin.

I shuddered as that warmth spread through me. Was it the blue twinkle in her eyes or the glossy, ruby lips? There was something about this cherubic nun that had my heart beating faster and faster. I squirmed there.

“Here,” she said, handing over the pamphlet. “These are the girls were trying to reach. We’re aiming to help girls between eighteen and twenty-four, especially those who are in vulnerable populations. Runaways. Homeless. Drug addicts.”

I glanced at it. There were girls, Black and Hispanic mostly, in streetwear that were posed. Some were smiling, others looked confused. There was a rainbow banner behind them. A few were holding hands. That was cute.

“Um, come in,” I said. My pool boy wouldn’t be here for at least an hour. “Let’s talk.”

“Thank you,” she said. “It’s such a warm day.”

I nodded and invited her in. She sauntered past me. Her robes fell over her rump. I could help but notice that sway she had. My cunt clenched. Why was I getting so turned on by this nun? Was it that virginal innocence combined with that wicked gleam in her eyes? She was supposed to be pure, but…

I felt like she was naughty.

What did they get up to at her convent?

“Thirsty?” I said. “I just poured myself a glass of wine.”

“Water is fine,” she said. “We live simple lives and take vows of temperance and poverty. And charity, of course.”

“That is why you’re here,” I said and headed to get her a bottle of water. I opened the fridge and pulled one out. I brought my glass of wine with me and found her seated on the couch.

I sat beside her and handed her over the bottle. She twisted off the cap and drank deeply of it. Well, it was a warm day, and that habit could hardly be cool. She smiled as she finished it off, smiling at me. I grinned back at her, so happy to have her here.

“So, we need supplies,” she said as I sipped at my wine. “And for that, we need donations. I’m hoping you could commit to at least $500, though more would be so generous. I can tell that you have been blessed by the Virgin Mary.”

“The Virgin Mary?” I asked.

“She is the patroness of our convent,” I said. “The Queen of Heaven is so generous to us, and to you. She’s our Co-Intercessor and Co-Redemptrix. It’s so much easier to pray to her than to God. You know, He can be intimidating, but the gentle Virgin Mary… She understands women.”

“Right, right,” I said. “Um, so what would my donation be?”

“Well, we have a place picked out, but it needs work. Remolding. Bring it up to code. Plus there’s the supplies.”

“Oh, like food?” I asked.

“Food, bedding, sex toys, BDSM gear, lube.” She giggled. “We’ll need lots of lube.”

I spluttered. “Sex toys?” My eyes were wide, and my cunt was on fire. “BDSM gear.”

“So they can explore their sexuality in a safe environment,” she purred, putting her hand on my knee through my skirt. “Mmm, you know, explore things. And toys are important for lesbians. Many like some light BDSM. You know, a dominating dyke with a nubile femme is such a delicious thing to watch.”

“You will… guide them?” I asked.

“My convent is blessed by the Virgin Mary,” the nun cooed. Her blue eyes burned with such passion while her hand slid beneath my skirt. Her touch was so warm. My skin came alive. “She wants women to love each other without judgment or reservation. She’s instructed us in the feminine ways of love.”

“Oh,” I said and took a deep gulp of my wine.

The warmth washed through me as the nun’s hand crept higher and higher up my thigh. My heart pounded in my chest. My pussy soaked my poor thong. I had never been so turned on in my life. I couldn’t believe this right now.

She smiled at me, with a winsome gleam in her eyes. Her hand climbed higher and higher. I shuddered at her touch. Her words rang in my ears. A convent of lesbian nuns sounded so kinky. My heart thundered in my chest.

She reached my panties.

“Mmm, yes, yes, we’re looking forward to guiding these nubile, eighteen- and nineteen-year-old beauties,” she cooed as her fingers pushed my thong to the side. “Guide them to the pleasures the Virgin Mary wants for all women.

She rubbed up and down my slit. I finished off my wine, whimpering as Sister Marie’s gentle fingers slid up and down my wet slit. I was married, and she was so beautiful. Her touch was electrifying. She burned my clit.

“Sister Marie!” I gasped.

“Mmm, yes, yes, this is the sort of thing we’ll teach them,” the nun cooed as she rubbed my clit.

Then she kissed me.

My eyes closed as her lips were so sweet on mine. It was just such a wonderful moment to have her kissing me like this. I trembled, my tongue dancing with hers. I shuddered, reveling in the heat of this moment. We made out. I loved playing with her.

She groaned as I kissed her back. My excitement grew because her fingers were dancing around my clit. She massaged my bud. I groaned into her lips as I loved this so much. She slid her fingers away from my clit, though.

I whimpered in protest.

She thrust two digits into my cunt.

I gasped in delight, my juices pussy welcoming her digits into my depths. She thrust them in and out of me as she broke the kiss. She smiled at me as she worked her digits in and out of my depths. My eyes rolled back in my head.

She broke the kiss and moaned, “I call upon the Queen of Heaven, the Lily of Passion, to remove the barriers of love! Oh, Virgin Mary, remove the modesty from your beloved beauty!”

Something shifted beneath my dress. I shuddered, feeling like something was missing. Her fingers kept pumping in and out of my cunt. I groaned as she tugged down the front of my low-cut dress. My naked tits were exposed.

My bra? Wasn’t I wearing one?

She engulfed my nipple and suckled on it. I shuddered at that wonderful sensation. She nursed on me. I squirmed there, my heart pounding in my chest. This woman was doing such naughty things to me. I was in heaven right now.

“Oh, oh, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, I want to support this sort of learning, Sister!”

The nun just moaned around my nipple. She suckled hard on it. I trembled, my cunt clamping down on her digits. She pressed them deep into me, but stopped moving them around. She was just teasing me with them.

That was nice, though.

I groaned, loving the feel of her loving my nipple. My moans echoed through my living room. This nun was so naughty. So irresistible. I was just so glad to enjoy this moment. It was a beautiful thing. I moaned as she suckled on me.

She worked on me with those wicked fingers. It was a beautiful thing to have her doing that to me. Her lips hollowed as she sealed her lips around my nub. It was a beautiful thing. I loved how she fluttered her tongue about my areola.

“Oh, my, yes!” I groaned. “Please, please, that’s so good!”

She popped her mouth off my nipple and purred, “Is it? Mmm, let me eat you out, Mrs. Mercator.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. Did I tell her my name? I couldn’t remember.

I didn’t care. She was on her knees before me, shoving my skirt up my thighs. I shuddered, lifting my rump to work the skirt up around my waist. She had my shaved pussy exposed. Where was my thong?

She buried her face into my cunt and licked.

“Yes!” I gasped. “Oh, my, yes!”

She fluttered her tongue up and down my snatch. His licked at me with such passion. It was so good to have her doing that to me. I loved every second of her licking her tongue through my petals. I groaned in delight, a big smile on my lips.

Sister Marie buried her tongue into my cunt. I squeezed my thighs around her head, reveling in this delight. I humped against her, gasping and moaning. She fluttered around in me. She knew what she was doing to me.

It was incredible. “Oh, oh, Sister Marie!”

“Mmm,” she purred, loving what she did to me. I could tell she was so turned on.

She fucked her tongue into my cunt. I loved the way she did that to me. My eyes rolled back in my head. It was so glorious. I gripped the sides of her head with my thighs, holding her to my married pussy. I enjoyed this so much.

“I haven’t had a girl go down on me since college,” I groaned. “Oh, oh, and I’m not even drunk!”

“Mmm, you’re going down on me next, Mrs. Mercator,” she purred.

“Yes!” I gasped as her tongue plunged back into my cunt.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I enjoyed what she did to me. My heart pounded in my chest. My back arched. I loved this so much. I moaned and gasped, my head tossing back and forth. It was just such a beautiful moment.

I loved every last second of this. I humped against her lips. She fluttered her tongue around in my cunt. I was so happy to feel that. I loved every second of it. She drove me wild. It was so glorious. I just wanted to have a huge cum.

Her tongue stroked through my to my clit. She licked at my bud. I squealed, my big tits jiggling in my blouse. She stroked around my bud, her blue eyes staring up at me. I loved the white wimple and veil. She should be so innocent, but…

“You’re a harlot, Sister Marie!” I gasped. “A dyke-slut!”

“I am,” she cooed and suckled on my clit.

I gasped in delight as she did that. It was so good to have her nursing on me like that. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. I groaned, my entire body shuddering. The orgasm built and built in me. I would have a huge one.

“Oh, oh, oh!” I moaned. “Please, please, I’m going to cum!”

“Cum!” she squealed and licked my clit.

My orgasm exploded through me. Pussy cream gushed out of me. I squealed out in delight, drowning the nun with my passion. I couldn’t believe how amazing this was. She licked up the flood as I shuddered through my ecstasy.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I enjoyed this moment. It was so amazing. I trembled through so much ecstasy. She licked at me with that naughty tongue. She stroked over my bud. I shuddered, squeezing my thighs around her head.

“Yes,” I moaned as my rapture peaked in me. “Oh, oh, that’s so good!”

She pulled her face from between my thighs. I panted, the room swimming around me. Nothing really mattered at this moment. I was savoring my orgasm. I heard cloth rustling. I opened my eyes to find her naked.

Naked save for thigh-high stockings and the white wimple wrapped around her head. She had huge tits. Natural ones. They were soft and swaying. Her pussy was bald, too. Not shaved, but waxed. I licked my lips. I wanted to eat her. She parted her legs, smiling at me.

“Bon appetite, Mrs. Mercator,” she cooed.

“Yes!” I moaned and slid off my couch, my boobs jiggling and diamond necklace swaying.

I settled before her and gripped her hips. I clutched at her and nuzzled my face into her shaved snatch. The sweet aroma of her cunt filled my nose. I breathed in that delight. It was so intoxicating. I felt so good right now.

I buried my face into her cunt.

“Yes!” she moaned as I licked at her cunt. “Oh, oh, Mrs. Mercator. Be a married slut! The Virgin Mary doesn’t care if you’re wedded to a man. Just love every woman you can! That’s what the Queen of Heaven wants. Let Lily blossom in you.”

“Yes!” I moaned, wanting the lily to blossom into me.

I plunged my tongue into her sweetness. I swirled around in her. Cream dripped down my chin. I slid my hands around to grip her rump. I held her plump asscheeks as I tongue-fucked her. It was so hot to eat her sweet pie.

I licked through her folds and brushed her clit. I felt that little bud twitch. It wasn’t even all that little. I was swollen. I pulled my face back to see her pink, throbbing delight nestled in her pussy lips. I shuddered and licked her clit.

Suckled on it.

“Yes,” she moaned and grabbed the back of my head. “Don’t stop sucking, Mrs. Mercator!”

I nursed on her clit as I felt it swelling. It was growing between my lips. That was incredible. Her clit was becoming like a mini-dick. I heard of a girl that had a fat clit, but this… It was growing thicker and longer. It was becoming like a real cock.

My tongue explored the spongy tip. No, it was becoming a cock.

My eyes widened as it grew bigger and thicker. I had to open my mouth wider and wider, along with pulling back from her crotch. It was reaching toward the back of my throat. A shaft thrust from her pussy lips. I gripped her shaft, stroking up and down her… her…

“Futa-dick,” she purred. “Or my girl-cock. My clit-rod. I’m a futanari. The Virgin Mary blessed me with a clitoris that turns into a magnificent dick. Isn’t that amazing?”

I moaned around her futa-cock and nodded. This was amazing. It was so big, and I did so love to suck on dicks. I don’t know why, but I always enjoyed kneeling and working my lips up and down a stud’s rod. Especially one that could fuck me so hard like my lover, Damien the pool boy.

I shuddered as I realized this was the largest cock I had ever found. A girl-cock.

My cheeks hollowed as I blew her. I worked my lips up and down her futa-dick. I nursed on her, loving the salty flavor of her precum. This was so wild. The sweet aroma of her pussy filled my nose. Her big, soft, all-natural titties jiggled over my head.

She was a woman with a futa-cock. This was so wild. I loved it.

My pussy burned as I suckled hard on her. She moaned, pleasure crossing her face. I fisted the base of her futa-pole and swirled my tongue around her girl-dick. The salty flavor of her precum spilled over my tongue.

I nursed on her, loving how she moaned. I wanted her to cum in my mouth. I was so ready for that jizz to erupt from her and shower me with cum. That would be so hot to have her erupting again and again. I nursed on her hard.

“Oh, wow,” she whimpered. “Virgin Mary, that’s so good. Blow me!”

I moaned and did that. It was just so delicious. I reveled in every second of sucking on her futa-cock. I blew her with all that I had. She smiled down at me, her tits slapping together. They were beautiful boobs. I loved the sight of them.

“Oh, you’re doing such a fabulous job,” she groaned. “Oh, such a wicked slut! A hot wife whore!”

I was.

Drool ran down my chin as I blew her. I suckled on her with all that I had. I hungered for her cum. For that futa-jizz to spurt into my mouth. I suckled so hard on her. I loved this moment with all that I had. I just wanted to have her erupting again and again.

“Oh, oh, that’s it!” she moaned. “Keep nursing on me. Suck on me with all that you have!”

I did. My tongue danced around her futa-dick. I fisted her shaft as I loved the tip. My tongue stroked around her spongy crown. I loved the salty flavor of her precum. I suckled harder, my cheeks hollowing with my hunger for her girl-cum.

I wanted to know what her futa-jizz would taste like. My pussy burned to have this thick shaft in me. I cucked my husband as I blew her. I worked my mouth up and down this mighty clit-rod. I worshiped her, wanting her to cum in my mouth.

She smiled at me, her blue eyes smoldering with her heat. “Oh, oh, that’s it. Mrs. Mercator! You hot wife slut!”

She erupted.

Salty futa-cum spurted into my mouth. My eyes widened at how good it was. Better than any man’s spunk. I gulped it down as more flooded out of her clit-rod. There was so much of it. Her shaft pulsed in my mouth, feeding me more and more of that delicious treat.

I bobbed my head, working my mouth up and down this wonderful shaft as she erupted. She fired that thick futa-cum into my mouth. It was just so good to drink down that delight. She trembled above me, her boobs bouncing.

“Virgin Mary!” groaned the nun as she flooded my mouth with futa-cum. “That’s so good, Mrs. Mercator!”

I loved hearing her call me that. I was a married woman gulping down her futa-spunk with passion. I nursed on her with all that I had, aching to get out every drop of cum that she had. She groaned as she unloaded in my mouth.

“Yes, yes, just like that!” she moaned. “Oh, wow, that’s so good. That’s so good!”

Her pussy juices gushed down her thighs. Her soft, heavy tits swayed over my head as she shuddered. She was such a beautiful creature as she came. She filled my mouth with all her cum. She whimpered and erupted a last time.

I swallowed her futa-cum.

I groaned, nursing on her with all my might, aching to have every drop of her futa-cum. I wanted to make sure she was empty. My tongue danced around the crown of her girl-dick, but there was no more cum to enjoy

I slid my mouth off her futa-dick and stared up at her with such awe.

“Mmm,” she purred, smiling down at me. “Well, I bet you want this dick in your pussy!”

I nodded and slid onto the couch. I spread my legs and groaned, “Fuck me!”

She moved between my legs and pressed her tits into mine. She kissed me and pushed me down onto the couch. I groaned as we stretched out sideways on it. Her futa-dick nuzzled into my cunt as I squirmed beneath her. Our boobs worked together.

Our nipples brushed.

This was so exciting. Electricity ran between our nipples and shot down to my cunt. I wanted her to fuck me. I craved for her to fuck me so badly. I wanted her to just ram into me with all that she had. She made out with me.

Her clit-dick nuzzled into my cuntlips.

She thrust.

I squealed into her lips as she sank into my married pussy. She was so big and thick. I trembled beneath her as more and more of her futa-cock sank into my cunt. Sister Marie was amazing. My hands stroked down the dickgirl-nun’s back to her rump.

I gripped it as we made out. She had to taste her own cum on my lips. That was so hot to realize. She loved it. I always wanted to kiss after blowing a guy, and they never wanted to, but not Sister Marie. She loved cum, too.

I broke the kiss and gasped, “You’re a cum-whore, too!”

“For futa-cum,” she purred. “Female-jizz is what I love! Even my own.”

I shuddered, her futa-dick reaching all the way to my cervix. I never had anything so big in me. She stretched me open, and it felt amazing. I shuddered beneath her, aching for her to fuck me. She drew back her clit-dick.

I gasped and clamped my futa-dick down on her clit-rod. She pulled back and back. I trembled, loving this delight. It felt so good to have her in me. She pulled back until she was about to pop out before she buried back into me.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned.

She fucked my cunt hard. She thrust into my snatch with such heat. I loved her burying into my twat over and over again. She plowed into me with such force. I groaned, my cunt clamping down on that thick shaft fucking me.

It was beautiful.

Exotic.

Her futa-cock churned me up while our breasts pressed together. That was just the best. Our boobs piled together, nipples sliding over the other’s mounds until they met with electric sizzles. I gasped, my cunt clamping down on her clit-rod.

She moaned, both of us enjoying that silky friction. My pussy massaged the nun’s futa-cock. She buried into me with such force. I reveled in her girl-dick pounding me. I shuddered, my orgasm building and building. My fingers dug into her rump.

She was so soft and feminine with such blue eyes. I could never even pretend this was a man. This was a gorgeous woman with a big dick fucking me. My cunt gripped her clit-cock as she churned me up. I reveled in that thick shaft burying into me.

“You’re such a naughty futa-nun, Sister Marie!” I gasped.

“And you’re a wicked whore, Mrs. Mercator!” she purred, plunging into my cunt. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s so good!”

It was perfect. I reveled in her futa-dick plowing to the hilt in my cunt. I shuddered, squirming beneath her. She pounded my cunt, my ass sinking into the couch with her every plunge. I loved this. I reveled in it.

I rose toward that moment when I would cum. I was so ready to just burst on her. I wanted to cum and cry out in ecstasy. She pounded into my twat again and again. She fucked my snatch with all that she had.

“I’m going to burst!” I gasped.

“Yep,” she said. “Mmm, the Virgin Mary has given you this gift. Enjoy it to the fullest!”

“Oh, I’m full!” I moaned, that thick, long futa-cock burying to the hilt in me again and again. “Oh, oh, Sister Marie! Fuck!”

My married cunt went wild around her futa-dick.

She groaned as the rapture swept through me. The ecstasy drowned my mind. I bucked beneath her, my cunt spasming around her clit-rod. She gasped as she fucked me. She pumped away at my writhing twat, her face contorting in delight.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Virgin Mary!”

She buried into me. Erupted.

Her cum spurted into my cunt. I gasped in delight as she flooded me with that jizz. It felt so wonderful to have her futa-spunk pumping into me. I groaned, my snatch writhing around her thick clit-rod.

She dumped her futa-load into my pussy. She wasn’t wearing a condom. I didn’t care if she knocked me up. I wanted to be bred by the nun. My body trembled beneath her. Our breasts rubbed together as she filled me up with her girl-seed.

“Sister Marie!” I squealed, my cunt spasming around her clit-dick.

“I know!” she moaned, spurting more and more of that wonderful cum into me. “Ooh, isn’t that so hot!”

“It is!” I gasped, savoring this pleasure. “Wow, wow, wow. You really know how to fuck a slut!”

“Yep!” she purred, smiling down at me as she erupted a last blast of her spunk into me. “I really, really do.”

The doorbell rang.

I gasped and said, “That’s my pool boy! Damien. I’ll get rid of him.”

“Mmm, you were going to fuck him?” she purred.

“But now I have you,” I cooed.

“Then repeat after me,” she said. “I call upon the Queen of Heaven… the Lily of Passion… to let her love flow out… and redeem the man who loves this woman… Let Lily blossom… in even the poorest of soil… and create something wondrous!”

“And create something wondrous,” I finished, and felt this tingle race through me.

She rose off me and said, “Open the door and kiss him. You’re going to love what happens.”

I trembled as I rolled off the couch. My sundress was in disarray, my tits out, my skirt around my waist. I rushed toward the door, eager to have a threesome. This was going to be wild. I threw open the door.

“Mrs. Mercator,” Damien said, glancing down at my bare tits. He was a handsome, Latino stud. He wore a tank top that hugged his muscular torso and left his arms bare. They were thick and muscular. He had on shorts that did not hide his hard bulge or those meaty thighs and calves. “My, my, you’re eager.”

“Yes!” I moaned and threw my arms around his neck. “Damien!”

I kissed him. My pussy clenched as all that cum in my snatch seemed to… well, not boil, but flash hot. The warmth swept through me and into my lips. It flowed into Damien. He groaned, kissing me back. I made out with him as he trembled.

Then he started to squirm in my arms. His lips felt different. They were growing plumper. He gasped and pushed me back. I stumbled, and Sister Marie caught me. My tits bounced, cum spilling down my thighs.

“What you do to me, puta!” he snarled, his voice changing. “I’m…”

He swayed, his tight tank top swelling as his shoulders narrowed. My jaw dropped as he grew shorter. His thick thighs narrowed. So did his arms. The muscularity melted out of him as his face softened and grew feminine. Lips pouty. His black hair grew long, spilling around his face.

He lost more height, at least four inches, and was now slender. His shorts fell down his slender legs. They were smooth like they had been waxed. A thick bush hid…

Where was his cock?

His tank top molded to breasts. Nipples fat and hard. The muscular Latino stud had been replaced by an Athletic Latina beauty with plump lips and fierce, black eyes. She ripped off her tank top, revealing round and perky tits.

“¡Mierda!” he roared. “¿Qué coño? ¿Dónde está mi polla? ¿Por qué coño tengo tetas?” He stared at me. “I’m a woman!”

“You are,” Sister Marie purred. “Damien… Mmm, maybe Damiana. That’s a cute name. Mmm, and you’re a cutie. Don’t you think she is, Mrs. Mercator?”

“Yes,” I groaned and stared at her thick bush. She was right there in my doorway, and I didn’t care. I dropped to my knees. “You’re a woman, Damiana. Let me eat you out!”

I buried my face into her bush and found pussy lips. Her tangy cream soaked my taste buds. I licked at her cunt with wild abandon. Damiana gasped over me, her round tits jiggling. She stared down at me, her eyes so wide.

“Mrs. Mercator!” she groaned. “¡Joder, tengo coño!¡Soy una maldita mujer!”

I licked at her cunt, reveling in her passion. She ground her cunt on my face. I loved tonguing her tangy snatch. This was so much fun. Especially as I felt something nuzzling into my butt-crack. That was Sister Marie.

Her wet futa-dick found my asshole.

I moaned into that tangy twat as the futa-nun drilled against my asshole. My backdoor burned as she pushed on it. I moaned into that delicious pussy. I was having such a wonderful moment feasting on this slut.

I licked through Damiana’s new cunt. I lapped at her with so much hunger. She moaned as I did that. My anal ring stretched and stretched. My pool boy had become my pool girl. That was so hot. The slut threw back her head.

“Mrs. Mercator,” she groaned. “That’s so good! ¡Mierda! Why is that so good? Oh, oh, my pussy is loving your tongue.”

“Yes!” I squealed as my asshole surrendered to Sister Marie’s futa-dick.

Her clit-dick sank into my asshole. I reveled in that thick shaft sliding deeper and deeper into my bowels. She pressed into me as I tongued at that tangy twat. She had such a yummy one. I was so glad to devour her pussy.

I licked at that new pussy. God, Damiana was a gender-swapped woman. This was so wild. I feasted on her as the futa-nun slid to the hilt in my bowels. She bottomed out in my anal sheath. I groaned at the feel of her all the way in me, her pussy lips rubbing against my ass.

It was so incredible to have her all the way in my asshole. I shuddered, my bowels clamping down on her thick dick. I moaned into that delight pussy. I licked at her twat, stroking my tongue through that wonderful cunt.

“I can’t believe I have a pussy,” groaned Damiana. “I’m a woman. ¡Mierda! ¡Esto es una puta locura!”

“It’s the Virgin Mary’s blessing,” purred Sister Marie as she drew back her futa-dick.

“Yes, yes, she’s blessed us!” I moaned, my asshole gripping that thick girl-cock. “Oh, oh, wow, that’s so good!”

I loved that thick shaft pulling back and back. My eyes rolled back in my head. I loved feeling that thick shaft sliding out of me. It felt so good. Such a perfect delight. Then she buried back into my asshole. She slammed into me with all that she had.

I groaned, enjoying this delight immensely. She fucked me deep and hard. I savored every last second of this delight. It was beautiful. She buried her futa-dick into my bowels over and over again. I moaned, licking at that delicious snatch.

“Yes, yes, eat mi coño, Mrs. Mercator,” moaned Damiana. “That’s so good. Oh, yes, your tongue wicked!”

“Mmm, just wicked,” I purred and licked at her.

She groaned as I tongued her pussy. I licked at her with such abandon. I stroked my tongue through her petals. She arched her back, her boobs jiggling over my head. Her tits jiggled while mine swayed beneath me as I was fucked so hard.

That big futa-cock pounded my bowels. I gasped into that tangy twat. Damiana’s bush rubbed against my face. I loved that texture. My asshole clamped down on the nun’s pistoning girl-dick. Sister Marie gasped.

“You’re wearing a nun’s wrap,” groaned Damiana.

“I am a nun!” the futa purred as she fucked me. “Sister Marie Constance! I am a devotee to the Virgin Mary!”

“You got a dick, though,” moaned the slut as I feasted on her. “Like, a big one! And huge tits! ¡Puta locura!”

“I’m a futanari!” the nun purred as she ass fucked me. “Mmm, the Virgin Mary blessed me with a huge clit-dick. Isn’t that wonderful!”

“Yes!” I squealed, clamping my asshole down on that thick shaft fucking away at me. “Oh, oh, it’s amazing, Sister! Just keep fucking my bowels. Hammer my anal sheath!”

“I do love fucking your asshole!” cooed Sister Marie. “Yes, yes, just take it. Take my huge girl-dick. Oh, isn’t that great!”

“I love it!” I moaned, reveling in that thick futa-cock fucking me. “Oh, keep fucking me with it, Sister!”

She pounded me. She rammed that huge girl-dick into my bowels over and over again. I shuddered, the heat soaking into my pussy. I loved that sensation building and building there. I knew I would have a huge climax.

I could not wait to cum.

My tongue stroked through Damiana’s folds. I licked around in her new pussy. She was a gender-swapped slut. A Latina whore now. Her perky tits jiggled as she ground her pussy on my face, her bush tickling my face.

“Mierda, that’s good, Mrs. Mercator,” she moaned, her voice melodic now. “Yes, yes, keep licking my cunt!”

“Mmm, she’s going to make you cum!” Sister Marie purred, fucking my asshole deep and hard. My butt-cheeks rippled from the force of her thrusts.

“I am!” I moaned.

I licked to her clit.

“¡Mierda!” she gasped. “That’s sensitive!”

“That’s your clitoris,” I cooed and licked her again.

She trembled, her boobs jiggling. I stroked over her pearl, licking her clit with passion. I loved that big futa-cock fucking my bowels. She buried that thick shaft into my anal sheath again and again. She drove me wild.

I felt an inferno building in my cunt. I would have a huge climax. I could not wait to burst. I gripped that futa-dick. She gasped, fucking me deep and hard again and again. My tongue fluttered against Damiana’s clit.

“Something is building in me,” the gender-swapped slut moaned. “Oh, oh, Mrs. Mercator. ¡Mierda! That’s good.”

“Mmm,” I purred, my asshole melting around Sister Marie’s clit-dick.

“It’s so hot!” the futa-nun moaned, her tits slapping together. “Oh, oh, your asshole is so tight!”

She buggered me. The heat swelled in my cunt. I rushed toward the moment when I would cum. I gripped her anal sheath as she fucked me deep and hard. She buried that clit-rod into my bowels. Her butt-cheeks slapped me.

It felt so good to have her fucking me like that. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as she kept burying into my bowels. I was so close. I suckled hard on Damiana’s clit. I fluttered my tongue against her clit. I stroked her bud. She whimpered, her face twisting in delight.

“Something’s happening!” gasped Damiana, my lips sealed around her clit. I suckled. “I think… ¡Mierda!”

Her tangy juices gushed from her pussy.

“I’m fucking cumming!” she gasped as she ground her bush on my face. “¡Mierda de mierda!”

She drowned me in her delicious cream. I licked at her as she trembled through her first orgasm as a woman. Sister Marie fucked my asshole hard. She buried her clit-rod into my bowels with hard strokes. I loved every second of her plowing into me. The heat soaked into my cunt.

She buried into my bowels.

“Yes!” I gasped into the Hispanic slut’s cunt. “Sister Marie!”

I came.

My rapture blazed through me. The fire burned out of my spasming cunt. I reveled in this heat. She fucked my spasming asshole, gasping as she did. She buried deep and hard into my bowels. I loved her churning me up.

“Virgin Mary!” gasped the futa-nun.

She plowed into my bowels and erupted.

Her cum spurted into my anal sheath. She gripped my hips. I moaned, my bowels suckling at her ejaculating futa-cock. That hot girl-jizz filled my backdoor. I moaned, licking up the flood of Damiana’s pussy cream.

“¡Mierda!” groaned Damiana as she trembled through her rapture. “You’re cumming, too. This is so fucking hot! A puta nun with a dick!”

“That’s right!” squealed Sister Marie. “The Virgin Mary blessed you with a slutty body, Damiana. You’re so hot!”

“So hot!” I moaned.

“My pussy… I have a pussy, and it is great!” Damiana shuddered. “Cumming as a woman is amazing! ¡Mierda!”

My asshole rippled around that futa-dick. I shuddered, suckling at her as she dumped more and more of her futa-cum into my bowels. I loved that rapture burning through my body. My eyes rolled back in my head. I enjoyed this so much.

I groaned, licking at her cunt as I worked out all the cum from the futa-nun’s dick. She pumped it all into me, panting. I groaned, licking at that thick shaft. I was so glad that she knocked on my door. I had to donate to her cause.

And I needed more.

“I need that dick in me,” groaned Damiana. “I’m a fucking puta now. Just a horny bitch.”

“I’ll fuck you,” cooed Sister Marie, “but Mrs. Mercator has to write me a check, and she has to suck my dirty dick clean.”

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Sister Marie Constance

This was really taking my mind off the angel problem.

Mrs. Mercator wrote me a check for $5000. So generous of her. Then she was on her knees before me. Damiana watched on, rubbing at her new pussy. I had to fuck her, too. I smiled as the married woman leaned forward.

Yes, this was better than monogamy.

It had to be.

To be continued in a new Lilith Saga Tale…
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