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Note: Thanks to my beta reader Leslie for proofing this!

Agatha Hart

I had two daughters with me on the cruise ship, and one of them was giving me an ulcer.

Chantelle.

She was a wild thing. Out of control. You would think a preacher’s daughter would be better behaved than her. But she was in this rebellious phase. She called it goth. She kept herself pale, not going outside much, and wore black lipstick and heavy eyeliner and thick mascara. She painted her nails black and listened to this depressing music.

My husband believed it was just a phase, but he was oblivious to what she was getting up to. She wasn’t a virgin any longer, and she didn’t even have a boyfriend she would marry to make it almost acceptable. She was having sex with older men.

And though most of the people on the cruise were women from all the local churches in our area on a spiritual retreat, there were men on the crew. I had been keeping my eye on Chantelle, making sure she didn’t sneak off with one of them.

This was her chance to be filled with the Holy Spirit and repent of her sinful ways. It was never too late for her to stop, but the more sexual immorality she indulged in, the more likely it was that she would destroy the ability to peer bond with her husband.

“I don’t care!” a Hispanic woman hissed. I didn’t know her. She wasn’t from any of the churches participating on the cruise. “My sister disappeared in these waters, and I’m finding out what happened.”

How horrible. I’d like to help her, but I had to find my daughter.

“Have you found her yet?” I texted my other daughter Elise.

“Not yet, Mom,” she answered after a moment. The ship had WiFi and satellites. It was almost as fast as the internet back home. Which I wasn’t happy with. So much opportunity for Chantelle to get up to no good.

She had to be around here somewhere. I glared at all the male crew members I passed. They all gave me innocent grins like they weren’t all trying to sneak off with the women of the cruise. Which had happened, sadly. Two married women I knew had given into temptation away from their husbands.

This cruise was turning into a disaster.

I peeked in at the gym and spotted Sam working on the StairMaster. The young woman was one of the good ones. She just had to find the right guy to be her husband. Danielle Murphy was also in here. She was a recent divorcee who had not been so lucky, poor thing. Hopefully, the Lord would steer her to a better man.

I marched out onto the deck. It was night but still quite warm out here on the South Pacific. The stars twinkled overhead while the waters rippled with the moonlight. I looked up and down the railing, thinking of where I could check next.

The engine room? It was off-limits. Just the sort of place that she would sneak into. How could I go home to my husband and tell him I let his daughter be a whore instead of getting closer to god? I glanced up at the heavens.

Lord, I could use a little help here, I prayed.

I marched down the ship towards the stairs that led deeper into the ship when I saw a golden light. I blinked, wondering if there was another ship out on the water. It rushed up fast. I gripped the railing, leaning out. Was it going to hit—

The entire boat shook as the light burst around me. I gasped and tumbled over the railing. I screamed as—

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Birds chirped. Their beautiful song echoed around me. They must be drifting through my bedroom window. “Alex,” I groaned. “You left the window open again. The birds…”

I blinked as I opened my eyes to see a palm tree swaying over me. I glimpsed a colorful bird in the thick, green leaves. I shuddered as the sound of surf washing on the beach had me sitting up. The world was getting lighter. To my left, down the beach of white sand, the sun was rising.

I faced south towards the ocean. Blue waves washed up on the shore. A lifesaver lay between me and the water. I blinked at that. I struggled to understand. I had been on the cruise ship when that other ship had…

“No!” I gasped and jumped to my feet, sand spilling off my back and rump.

My naked back and rump.

I stared down at my brown hair spilling around my shoulders and my large breasts swaying naked, the morning sun spilling over the left one. My cheeks blazed with embarrassment. I was completely naked. I clapped my hands over my boobs and pressed my legs tight together.

“What is going on?” I gasped, looking around. A bluff rose to my right, a large stretch of cliffs that blocked off the beach is stood on. In between me and it looked to be a lagoon or a bay. Rising beyond it, almost directly west of me, was a large mountain clad in trees. It reared into the air. A volcano-like in Hawaii.

Panic rippled through me. I glanced at the lifesaver. I must have fallen overboard during the impact. Someone must have thrown that to me, but I hadn’t been rescued. And I had lost my clothes in the ocean. Maybe the currents had ripped them off or something.

Had the cruise ship sank, though? Were my daughters fine? Fear squeezed about my stomach. My hands dropped from my boobs. Being naked was the least of my worries. My ship either sank or I was thrown overboard and lost. Did anyone have any way to find me?

Was I on my own?

Lord, give me guidance right now, I prayed. Show me a sign to follow. Something to guide me to safety and security.

I was naked, but that wasn’t my fault. It was not a sin to be thrust into circumstances beyond your control. And there was no one around. Even if there was, I would be grateful for any assistance. Someone had to live on this island.

It was too beautiful not to be inhabited.

The lagoon looked promising. I headed in that direction, feeling like the Holy Spirit was guiding me. Fear trembled through me. I just had to keep the faith. My two girls were alive. So was everyone else on the ship. They were all fine. We would be reunited.

I had gone maybe a hundred yards, so self-conscious of being naked, when I saw a trail. My cheeks still burned as I marched naked down the sands. My boobs were swaying out of control. I longed for even the worst bra right now to keep them from swaying so much.

The trail was narrow. A little track, but it was clearly a path. The vegetation pressed in, but it must lead somewhere. Those cliffs ahead looked impassible. I couldn’t stay on the beach. There was no water. I had to find that.

That’s what those survival shows my husband liked to watch always said.

And I was feeling thirsty.

I stepped into the cool confines of the jungle. I stepped with care, my hands holding my boobs to keep them from swaying so much. The Lord gave me a big set that my husband delighted in like the Songs of Solomon had encouraged him to enjoy. I gripped them to steady their bounce as I moved through the cool shadows of the jungle.

Birds sang around me. South Pacific islands didn’t have any predators on them. Mostly birds. Wild boars were a problem, but I should be fine so long as I stayed on the trail. Right? My mind was so mushy on things.

I kept marching into the jungle, my thirst growing. The ground was soft and damp. If it wasn’t for the nudity and the lack of water, it would be quite pleasant. It was beautiful here. The Lord had made something gorgeous to see.

Just help me find safety and the others, I prayed.

I walked for maybe an hour. My feet were handling it well. So long as I was careful, there was nothing to hurt them. It was like walking through the soil in my garden barefoot. I kept my ears cocked for any sounds.

I didn’t hear any.

Then I stepped on something metal.

I blinked as I felt how solid it was beneath my feet. I frowned and stared down. The dirt of the trail had started to cover it. Along with some of the vegetation. I bent down, so conscious of my swaying boobs, and wiped at it.

I worked for a few minutes, getting my hands dirty, and uncovered a hatch buried in the ground. It had a handle. It was like a part of a bunker or something. It had clearly been here a long time. I tried to open it, heaving at the handle.

It wouldn’t budge.

“Huh,” I said. Was it some government bunker? Hadn’t the US military spent time in the South Pacific blowing up atom bombs or something? Was this one of their installations? But that would have been sixty or seventy years ago.

So no soldiers would be here now.

But it did mean people had come to this island. And a place this nice had to have some people living on it. The hatch was strange but also heartening. I felt a renewed vigor as I continued down the trail, my throat growing more and more parched.

I had to find water soon.

The birds sang around me. I spotted them flitting from branch to branch. Since my hands were dirty now, I wasn’t holding my tits. They were bouncing free before me, swaying back and forth in a distracting manner.

I sighed and kept moving through the trail. The jungle was thick, so it was hard to tell, but I think I was heading towards the large mountain I had seen. I just had to keep walking, my feet starting to get sore. My legs aching.

Through the trees, something silver shone.

“Yes,” I groaned in relief. That was not sunlight. That was something man-made. And the trail seemed to be heading right for it.

I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the embarrassment of being found naked. I survived a shipwreck or being thrown overboard. Either way, that was more important than my lack of clothes situation.

I glanced down at my hand. I still had my wedding ring. I rubbed that then I kept marching. I would see my husband and daughters again. I would see the others from the ship. We would all make it back. I could feel it. The Lord was watching over us.

The trail wound to the right around some thick foliage, the silver light growing brighter. But it wasn’t steady. It sort of rippled. I found out why in a moment. I came across a pool, the ground mossy around it, the water crystal clear.

A light shone from the bottom of it. A bright one that was hard to look at directly. It diffused through the water, the ripples on the surface casing patterns to dance around on the trees and foliage. I let out a sigh of disappointment.

No, this light was here to illuminate the pool for a reason.

I stared at that water.

I was so thirsty. And I was dirty. I had muddy hands and feet. I was covered in sweat. My feet ached and so did my thighs. It looked so refreshing. Was it safe to drink? I tried to think. Spring water was safe to drink. It was filtered by the earth. It was water that was full of creatures. Fish and bugs.

This water looked pristine. Nothing flowed into it. No algae grew on the rocks in there. It was so crystal clear. This was the sort of spring water that they bottled and sold in stores for too much money.

And I needed to drink. My lips were cracking.

I knelt on the edge of the stream, staring down it. Not at that light, which was very bright, but at the surface. Just double-checking. I sniffed it. It smelled clean. So I plunged my hands into the cool water and rubbed at the dirt. It came off easily enough.

It diffused through the water and drifted down to the bottom. I shifted over a few feet, my large boobs swaying, and dipped my hands into a part that the dirt hadn’t reached. I cupped the water and held it in my hands. It was so clear.

I sipped it.

“Oh, Lord, thank you for this,” I moaned and drank more of it.

The water was so cool and refreshing. It was almost sweet. Just a hint of that. It was cleaner than any water, too. Nothing like the garbage from the tap or the big bottles of water I picked up twice a week from the grocery store. This was untouched.

I dipped my hands in again and again. I groaned with each one.

I splashed it on my face.

Drops fell on my breasts and rolled over my nipples. They puckered up hard. That would be embarrassing if anyone was around, but I was alone. I drank more of if it. I drank deeply until the thirst was gone. I felt rejuvenated.

But my feet still hurt. My legs were sore. I needed a break. My stomach rumbled with hunger. The trail ended here, too, I realized. But this was important. There was a light in this water. Someone had to maintain it. I just needed to look around better. But first…

I stepped into the pool and groaned.

I felt so wonderful to step into the water. The throb in my feet diminished. I stepped in and sank deeper into the water. I let it rise up to my knees then I sank in it. I shuddered as the coolness swept over my legs and nethers. I sat my butt on a round stone and leaned back. My boobs floated on the surface as I just let out a long sigh.

“Thank you, Lord, for this refreshing spot,” I prayed aloud as I stared up at the trees.

The birds serenaded around me. It was like I was in Eden. Naked and unashamed because I didn’t have knowledge about sin. A time before Eve was tricked into eating from the Tree of Knowledge. Before Adam knowingly ate the forbidden fruit his wife offered him.

Before Original Sin.

I breathed in and out, the fear of my situation distant at the moment. I would have to get back to surviving, but for this moment, I just could relax. I could enjoy this moment that the Lord had led me to. He would guide me to salvation.

A tingle started itching in my nethers. The sort of naughty itch that I ignored. I frowned, though. Why was it happening now? And… why was it intensifying? It focused on my nethers then on one point. My clitoris.

Had something bitten me?

I felt… engorged down there.

Panicked, I bolted to my feet and stared down at my wet, brown bush. My big boobs jiggled and swayed. I bent over and slid my fingers into my bush, feeling at my nethers. I slid over and found my clitoris.

I gasped at the burst of pleasure that exploded from my naughty button. My toes curled as I brushed it again. It was swollen. Pulsing. It was way bigger than it ever had and it was swelling. My face contorted with fear as I could see it now through my bush.

The pink bud was swelling with my heartbeat, growing longer and thicker. The pink hue faded for much of it as it grew into a shaft. The tip remained pink but the rest was the pale beige of my flesh. I grasped it between my fingers. It didn’t hurt, it tingled as it swelled and…

The tip looked so familiar, but it couldn’t be that. It couldn’t be… a penis. That looked just like my husband’s. That same mushroom-like crown atop a shaft. And I was still growing. I shook it, feeling this pressure in this swelling clitoris-shaft.

“No, no, no,” I whimpered. It was a penis. My clitoris had grown into a penis. “Lord, what is happening to me? What is going on?”

I shook my head in disbelief as it kept growing. It was already six inches or more, bigger than my husband’s. It kept swelling and swelling before me. And there was this aching pressure at the tip. A slit formed and a liquid dripped out.

The lubricating liquid.

“Lord, what devilry is this?” I gasped and stepped out of the pool. Water was dripped down my legs as the clitoris-penis grew seven inches. Eight. Nine. Ten inches. And it kept engorging. “Am I hallucinating? Was there something in the water?”

This could not be happening. I could not be growing a penis.

It was over a foot long now when it finally stopped growing. It twitched with my heartbeat. It pulsed as the blood rushed through my veins. I bit my lower lip, my hand gripping it. The shaft thrust out of my brown bush.

I slid my hand down and felt that I still had a vagina. I did.

“How can I have this?” I asked as the tip ached. A powerful need to be stimulated. “Lord, what is wrong with me?”

But the Lord didn’t have any answers for me as I stood there with this thing throbbing in my hand. Aching for me to abuse it. To stroke up and down it like a boy who can’t control his lust. Masturbation. I hadn’t felt urges like this since I was Chantelle’s age.

And I had controlled myself back then. I would again, now.

But this ache was so strong. So insistent. I shuddered at how powerful it was. I couldn’t believe how much it pulled on me. My hand gripping my cock itched to stroke up and down my shaft. To pump away at my transformed clitoris.

My clit had become a dick.

My thoughts were growing more and more vulgar as my pussy clenched. Heat suffused me. I hadn’t grown wet in years. I hadn’t had sex with my husband in five or six years. I hadn’t ended anything. We had moved beyond sex.

So why was my pussy betraying me now?

After all these years, why was that hot, molten ache swelling through my nethers? I quivered there, struggling to resist the urge to stroke up and down my clit-cock. To rub at my dripping pussy. I whimpered, my toes curling in the soft moss.

“No, no, no,” I said resolutely. “Lord, deliver me from this sinful itch.”

I stared up at the sky, not looking at this big dick I had grown. This gorgeous… cock. It was gorgeous. I ached for my own shaft the way a woman would for her husband on their wedding night. When it was all so new and exciting.

I folded my arms beneath my breasts, my nipples so hard, as I shook my head. I wouldn’t stroke it. I wouldn’t rub my hand up and down that… that thing. I was better than that. I was Mrs. Agatha Hart, devoted wife and dutiful mother.

I would not jerk off some freaky clit-cock on a tropical island. I wouldn’t fist my hand up and down that aching shaft. I certainly wouldn’t rub at the folds of my pussy. Maybe slip a finger or two into my aching hole.

Nope.

My hands itched. That damn clit-cock twitched. Throbbed. Ached. It begged me to touch it. I squirmed there, my toes digging into the soft moss as I fought it. The heat swelled in my sinful pussy. Even my nipples were begging for attention.

I was beset by sinful impulses to do such shameful things to this abomination that grew from me. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to ignore it. I had to walk out of here. I had to get out of here. Flee this place.

I had to escape before it destroyed me. My heart pounded as I couldn’t move. I quivered, my legs throbbing. A bead of water ran down my thigh. No, no, that was my wetness. I was so juicy down there I had soaked through my bush.

This could not be happening. This was a complete nightmare. I whimpered, my heart pounding in my chest, pumping this boiling blood through me. My fingers twitched. I held my arms tighter. I would not give in.

I would not masturbate my new clit-cock. Nor would I rub at my sinful pussy.

I was a married woman.

A God-fearing woman.

I didn’t need to satisfy such base urges. I could rise above them. I just had to think about something else than the horrible itch in my cunt. That throbbing ache at the tip of my clit-dick. I didn’t need to play with my nipples.

I didn’t need any of this. I was fine. Fine! I could get by without any of this sinful foolishness. I would not give in. No matter how much it throbbed and… and… Burned. Itched. I ground my teeth together. I had to be strong.

Lord, give me the strength to… to not… to not grab my cock and fist it like a depraved whore!

My hand shot down to grasp my pulsing dick. I gripped it and slid up the smooth shaft. It was so thick that I had trouble holding it in my hand. This was so insane. I brushed the spongy crown of my new cock and…

“Oh, Lord,” I gasped as the intense heat shot down my pussy. I slid down my cock then back up it, brushing the tip again. “Oh, Lord!”

My pussy clenched as the pleasure shot down my shaft. I shuddered as I worked my hand up and down my clit-dick. I couldn’t stop myself. It felt so amazing to massage that tip. I whimpered, my big boobs throbbing. The heat burned hotter in my pussy.

“I’m sorry, Lord,” I groaned to my sinful weakness.

Shame burned through me even as I kept fisting my dick. I kept stroking it. I pumped up and down my hand as fast as I could. This wonderful bliss swept through me. I shuddered, savoring this passion. It was an incredible delight.

My pussy ached to be touched, too. My left hand slid down my stomach as I masturbated this impossible clit-cock. I stroked up and down my girl-cock with frantic speed. Every time I caressed the crown, I moaned.

My hand slid through my bush and around the base of my cock. I found the lips to my pussy. I rubbed at my snatch. I shuddered as I caressed myself. It felt so incredible to rub at my wet folds. I soaked my fingers. The air filled was with my tart aroma.

“Oh, yes,” I shuddered, stroking my pussy and my cock at the same time. It was two different pleasures that mixed in me. These two points of aching pressure grew deep in my nethers. “Oh, that’s so good.”

My moans mixed with the singing birds above. I trembled, my face contorting with delight. My fingers slid up and down my folds. I brushed the entrance to my pussy. My fingers quivered there. Then they thrust into me. I gasped as I did that.

I threw back my head, moaning as this pleasure swept through me. My pussy clenched down on my two digits as I pumped them in and out of me. My husband’s cock never felt this good. I whimpered, thrusting away as I fisted my clit-dick.

“Yes,” I groaned, toes digging into the moss.

The two different delights swirled through my nethers. Danced around those points of growing pleasure in me. My big boobs jiggled and swayed as savored those digits thrusting in and out of my snatch. I whimpered as my hand flew up and down my cock.

I shuddered, loving every moment of this. Every second of fisting myself. My head swayed from side to side as I enjoyed this pleasure. It was outstanding. I groaned, my cunt clenching around my digits from the growing pleasure.

It was clear that I was going to climax.

Cum like a sinful slut.

I was such a dirty, dirty woman for doing this. For abusing my body like this. I shuddered, my hand caressing my big clit-dick. My arm burned from the strain of pumping up and down my cock. I quivered at this wonderful sensation rushing through me.

My fingers thrust faster and faster in and out of my snatch. It was so amazing. I threw back my head, staring up at the trees. They rustled as I quivered towards that moment of eruption. It built in those points.

“Lord,” I whimpered, shuddering as I rose towards that amazing peak. “Oh, Lord, this is it! I’m going to be such a harlot!”

I thrust my fingers in and out of my wet and juicy snatch, my silky walls massaging them. I shuddered, my hand flying up and down my girl-cock. I brushed the tip again and again. The pleasure swelled at the tip. This aching need.

I jammed my fingers in and out of my snatch. It was quite the delicious treat. I loved it. My head swayed from side to side. My brow furrowed with this wonderful bliss that was building and building in me. I couldn’t wait for that moment to just cum.

To explode.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, unable to stop myself. “Oh, that’s so good. Oh, yes, yes, I love that so much. I’m going to burst. Just explode like a naughty whore!”

My hand slid up my cock and brushed the tip.

I erupted.

I gasped as white cum fired from the tip of my clit-dick. My pussy convulsed around my fingers. My flesh rippled around them as the pressure deep inside of me gushed out. That was my jizz I had felt building up. I gasped as rapture slammed through me.

My pussy sent waves of delight that washed bliss through me and spilled over my mind. But my new girl-cock fired ecstasy that shot through me and crashed into my thoughts. Stars burst across my vision. The trees rustled more above me.

I squealed in delight. I gasped out in rapture. Such ecstasy swept through me. It was so wonderful. I loved this rapture rushing through me. These two blisses that mixed through my body. My boobs bounced and heaved.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I squealed out as more and more pearly cum fired from my clit-dick.

My pussy writhed around my digits. My cunt suckled at them. This was so insane. I quivered there, loving every moment of this sinful passion. I shuddered there as I fired more and more spunk from my girl-cock.

Something dropped before me.

I gasped as my cum splashed across the golden-brown boobs, then the face of a woman who had just fallen before me. She opened her mouth wide, catching my girl-jizz in her mouth. I gasped in shock as my pussy rippled around my fingers.

“What?” I gasped.

“Futa-cum!” she groaned, her black hair a wild tangle. She looked Hispanic, her big boobs smeared in my pearly seed. More splashed across her face and landed in her open mouth. “Yum! Rosa loves futa-cum!”

“Who are… you…” My words trailed off as I noticed she had a girl-dick thrusting from her own crotch. One as big as mine only the same golden-brown hue as the rest of her skin. I shuddered there at that.

Then she swallowed my girl-cock.

I gasped as she suckled on my dick. I had just stopped erupting, and now she was giving me a sinful blowjob. I shuddered as she suckled on me. She nursed with such hunger on my girl-cock. Her cheeks hollowed.

I shook my head. “No, no, you can’t do that.”

She winked at me and kept suckling.

My pussy clenched as this strange dickgirl nursed on me. She suckled with hunger, pleasure shooting down my shaft to my pussy. I gasped at that wonderful heat surging through me. My boobs jiggled. This felt even better than my masturbation.

“Lord,” I groaned, “give me the will to step back and stop this wicked deed. I can’t be cheating on my husband with another woman. A woman. Oh, Lord, this is so wrong but… but…”

I didn’t have the strength to step back. That mouth felt so amazing on my girl-dick. Then her tongue danced around the crown. I gasped at this wonderful bliss that shot through me. My face twisted in delight. In bliss. This was incredible. I quivered, hurtling towards another climax.

My fingers slid out of my pussy as this strange Hispanic woman bobbed her head. She worked her mouth up and down my cock. She suckled on me with such passion. It was intense to have her suckling on me. Just an amazing delight. A sinful one.

I had to fight this, but her mouth…

“Oh, Lord, forgive me,” I moaned. “Alex, I’m so, so sorry. This devilish dick is just so good.”

The woman popped her mouth off my dick and moaned. “Not devil-dick. Futa-dick! You futa! Me futa! Yay!”

She swallowed my… futa-dick. Futa… Was that what I was now? A woman with a cock? There were so many new words popping up these days left and right. I heard one the other day. Monosexual. I didn’t even want to know what that meant.

Now futa.

My futa-dick throbbed in her mouth. She suckled on me with such hunger. She nursed on me with this wild passion. I groaned, my pussy clenching as her mouth worked up and down my cock. She suckled with everything that she had.

My pussy clenched. My big boobs quivered as this busty, Latina futa suckled on my girl-cock. I groaned as she worked her mouth up and down my girl-cock. It was an amazing rush. I loved the feeling of her suckling on me. She made me feel incredible.

My pussy clenched as she suckled on my futa-dick. She nursed with such hunger on me. She worked her mouth up and down my girl-cock. I could not believe how much my body could enjoy this sinful, adulterous pleasure.

“You have to stop,” I moaned. “Rosa, Rosa, please, stop! I’m married.”

She shook her head, her hands kneading my rump. She pulled more of my cock into her mouth. She slid her lips down it. I gasped as I hit the back of her throat and she kept going. Rosa swallowed my girl-cock. That was insane.

I slid down her gullet. My head threw back as she loved my futa-dick. I quivered in shock at how amazing this felt. It was too good. I couldn’t be enjoying something this lewd. My face contorted with the delight of this moment.

She bobbed her head. She worked her mouth up and down my girl-cock. She suckled on me with such hunger. It was an amazing delight to have her futa-dick throbbing in my mouth. She swirled her tongue around my cock.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered. I couldn’t fight this. I wanted to, but it just felt so good.

Her lips slid down my girl-dick until she took every inch of my new shaft. How could she swallow so much of my dick? What sort of depraved futa-slut was Rosa? Her lips nuzzled through my bush and kissed at my pussy lips. I felt a woman touching my nethers.

Then her tongue just managed to wiggle down the base of my cock and stroked at my pussy lips for a moment. I gasped, her hands squeezing my rump. My girl-dick throbbed down her throat. My big boobs jiggled.

“Rosa!” I moaned. “Oh, Lord, this is wrong. This is so wrong.”

But it felt so right.

So sinfully glorious.

I reveled in her humming around my cock. Her throat swallowed to massage my dick. Pleasure surge down my shaft and through my pussy. It washed around those twin points in me again. I groaned at how amazing this felt.

Then she slid her mouth up my cock. She suckled on me with such passion. My toes curled into the soft moss as the powerful force engulfing my girl-shaft sent such delight through me. Her nursing pulled at those points in me. My twat clenched as my futa-dick throbbed.

My boobs bounced as I arched my back, gasping out, “Rosa!”

The need to cum swelled in me. It was so incredible. I loved this delight. My futa-dick throbbed and ached. My head tossed from side to side as the pressure grew and grew at the tip of my cock. I slid out of her gullet. Her tongue swept around the spongy crown.

Pleasure shot down to my pussy then to those hard points. Where they my ovaries? Did they now brim with cum? I gasped as I felt myself on the verge of cumming. Of just exploding with this wonderful rapture.

She nursed hard. My cock throbbed in her mouth. “Rosa!” I shook my head. “Please, please, I’m married. Stop before I… I…”

Did I want her to stop sucking on me? To stop nursing on my futa-dick? That need to erupt was even more powerful than when I had cum while masturbating my girl-cock. I shuddered, pussy cream dripping down my thighs. The air brimmed with my tart aroma.

“I… I… I want to cum, Rosa!” I moaned.

She suckled with such enthusiasm. She wanted my jizz to fire into her mouth. She craved it.

“I’m sorry, Lord! Alex!” I gasped, my pussy clenching. “I’m so sorry, but I love this!”

I erupted.

My girl-cock spurted blast after blast of my futa-cum into her mouth. She shuddered, her eyes squeezing shut. This was so insane. My head swayed from side to side. It was an incredible rush. I quivered with delight. It was a fantastic bliss.

My pussy gushed juices. They spilled hot down my thighs. It was an incredible rush to have the waves of delight gushing out of my pussy and the jets of rapture spurting from my futa-dick. I hit this amazing peak.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, completely saturated by pleasure. “That’s so wonderful.”

I spurted a final blast of cum into her mouth. I swayed there, dizzy with all this ecstasy.

Then she slid her mouth from my futa-dick. She stood, her cheeks bulging with jizz. It was an incredible rush. I felt so amazing. I quivered with delight. All that pleasure surging through me had me swaying.

So I didn’t notice what she was doing. She stood, her boobs sliding into mine, her girl-dick bumping into my shaft. I gasped as she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. She thrust her tongue into my mouth coated in my jizz. I shuddered at this hot surge that ran through me at how salty it was. How delicious it was!

Then I realized I was kissing a woman and tasting my own spunk. I was doing something so sinful.

And I liked it.

I was kissing a woman, committing homosexual sin, and savored it. Her boobs felt so soft on mine. Her hard nipples rubbed across my skin and mine did the same to hers. I shuddered at the feeling of our nipples caressing the other’s tits. Then they brushed. Sparks flared.

I groaned into the kiss with her.

Our futa-dicks were sandwiched between our bodies, shafts side-by-side. They twitched to our heartbeats. That felt so naughty. I groaned, kissing her with such passion now. The salty flavor of my futa-cum melted through my mouth.

My hands touched her. I grabbed her hips, feeling how silky-smooth her skin was. This was insane, and yet I was enjoying it so much. I shuddered, my tongue playing with hers as I stroked her. She did the same, sliding her hands down my back to my rump.

She gripped my ass. She squeezed my butt and pulled me tighter against her. My hands… moved almost on their own. They slid around her waist and down to squeeze her plump rump. I groaned as the flavor of my jizz diminished.

But I kept kissing her.

Our futa-dicks twitched as that powerful ache grew and grew. I was lost to this sinful pleasure. My tongue played with Rosa’s. It was an incredible delight to kiss her. Our nipples brushed again. Pleasure burst down to my pussy.

My twat was on fire.

I wanted to do such sinful things, but I had to stop this. I had already gone so far. I had broken my marriage vows to Alex. I loved him. He was a preacher. I had to be a shining example. I couldn’t let this go any farther, but…

I couldn’t break the kiss.

My futa-dick ached so much. My pussy burned. And Rosa… She lowered me to the ground. I quivered, feeling like I had with my husband on our wedding night. That rush of excitement that I knew just where this would head.

My cunt clenched, aching to be filled. My rump settled on the soft moss. Then I stretched out beneath this strange woman. My tongue danced with hers. I loved the way she kissed me. How our tongues swapped back and forth.

I was cheating on my husband now.

Cuckolding him with a futa after shipwrecking on a strange island.

Rosa broke the kiss, her boobs rubbing into mine. She beamed down at me, her futa-dick twitching against my stomach, mine throbbing against hers. She licked her lips and slid down and down, bringing her big cock to the entrance of my pussy.

“Me fuck good!” she said. English was clearly not Rosa’s first language. “Me fuck you good.”

“I’m Agatha Hart,” I groaned. “Mrs. Hart.”

“Me fuck Mrs. Hart good!” she purred, her cock sliding down the base of mine.

I knew she would. I quivered there in pure, aching delight, ready for that big dick to fuck into my pussy and fill me to the brim with all that futa-cum that I had quivering in my ovaries. I was so eager for it. So ready to be fucked by her.

I was lost to this sinful urge. It consumed me utterly. I was just such a wanton woman. Her girl-cock pushed into my bush and found the sinful lips of my pussy. My futa-dick throbbed between us. Our big boobs rubbed together.

“Fuck me, Rosa!” I gasped, words I never could have imagined speaking in my entire life. This was such an insane thing.

“Me fuck!” she squealed and thrust into my pussy.

Rosa buried her futa-dick to the hilt in my married cunt. I gasped, my back arching. My big boobs pressed into her large tits. Our nipples caressed again. Pleasure sparked through me. I whimpered, my snatch squeezing about her wonderful cock.

I trembled beneath her, my futa-dick twitching between our bodies. It was so hot to have her burying back into me. She plunged that girl-cock into my depths. I gasped out my rapturous delight. It was so incredible to have a big dick in me.

Not my husband’s little shaft.

No wonder I hadn’t craved sex in a decade.

I had been missing out on being fucked with a real dick. A futa-cock. I quivered, clenching my cunt down on her girl-cock as she plunged into my pussy again and again. My body trembled beneath her, my cheeks burning.

Waves of pleasure swept through me as she fucked over and over into my snatch. She slammed deep into my twat. I loved the feeling of her thick shaft in my juicy cunt. Every thrust sent delight shooting up to the tip of my clit-cock trapped between us.

“Rosa!” I gasped, squeezing my snatch down on her.

“Yes, yes!” gasped the Hispanic futa. “Rosa like pussy! Good pussy! Mrs. Hart good pussy!”

“And you have an amazing girl-cock!” I moaned, my arms and legs wrapped around her body.

I shuddered there on the moss, loving her thick shaft drilling into my cunt again and again. She plowed to the hilt in me. She thrust hard and fast. She fucked me with such passion. She thrust into me again and again.

My snatch clung to her. I clamped down on her, reveling in the way she drilled into me. How she plowed that big dick into my pussy and stretched me out. It was marvelous to experience her thrusting into me like that.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Oh, my god, yes! That’s so good. That’s amazing! You’re going to make me cum!”

“Good, good!” she purred. “Cum good! Jizz good! Futa-cock good! Pussy good! Best pussy!”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, the pressure growing at the tip of my futa-dick. That growing ache swelled as my shaft throbbed between us. That wonderful need to cum.

Cum?

“But, wait, I’m going to erupt!” I gasped, her clit-cock thrusting so deep into my snatch. She fucked so hard into me. It was amazing. “I’ll cum all over us.”

“Mrs. Hart cum! Splatter me tits! Mrs. Hart’s tits! Yay!” she moaned, thrusting into me.

I shuddered, remembering how I splattered her face and how much fun it had been to lick her clean. “You’re right! Oh, it is something to cheer! Being a futa is so wild!”

“Wild!” she moaned in agreement, her futa-cock slamming to the hilt in my cunt.

My pussy clenched down on her, the need to cum building in my ovaries and the tip of my girl-dick. That wonderful delight would erupt between us. It would be such an amazing moment. I couldn’t wait for that delight to gush out of me.

Her big boobs slid around mine. Our nipples rubbed into the other’s big tits. Sometimes, they brushed. When that happened, I gasped, and my snatch clamped down on her thrusting cock, increasing how amazing it felt to be fucked by her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned as she buried into my juicy pussy. “Rosa! Rosa!”

“Mrs. Hart!” she gasped. “Pussy good! Me love! Love much!”

Her broken English was so endearing to me. I loved it as she drilled her girl-dick into my pussy. She plowed hard into my cunt. I loved that delight. I quivered beneath her as she pumped away at me. My hands stroked her back.

The pressure swelled and swelled in my ovaries. They brimmed with all my futa-cum. I would unload so much jizz. Just fire it between our bodies. I quivered as she pumped her girl-cock into my snatch.

She buried her girl-cock deep in me. I gasped at the silky friction massaging my cunt. How wonderful it was to have her thick shaft stretching me out. Our nipples brushed again. Sparks sizzled down to my cunt. To my ovaries.

I exploded.

“Yes!” I gasped in sinful rapture.

My pussy convulsed and writhed around her futa-dick. She thrust it into my spasming flesh over and over again. Waves of rapture washed out of my cheating snatch while my new futa-dick spurted blast after blast of cum that painted our tits.

I hosed them down as Rosa kept thrusting away at my cunt as I spurted more and more cum. That hot jizz felt so wonderful coating my boobs and hers. I shuddered as I squirmed beneath her. The slippery futa-spunk squeezed between our tits, making them all so wonderfully sticky.

“Rosa! Rosa!” I moaned, my pussy suckling at her. I didn’t care if she would knock me up. I didn’t remember if it was a safe day or not. I didn’t care. “Cum in me!”

“Me cum lots!” she squealed in her broken English and buried into me.

Her cock buried to the hilt in me and erupted.

I gasped in delight as spurt after spurt of her cum flooded my cunt. She pumped her jizz into my fertile pussy. She flooded me with all that wonderful jizz. She filled my womb with it. It wasn’t a safe day, was it? She could be breeding me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Breed me!”

The sinful ecstasy consumed me. I was a naughty futa-wife now. I loved this so much. It was just so hot. So delicious. I quivered in delight as I pumped the last of my cum from my futa-dick as my clit-dick milked her cock.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned as my pussy wrung out the last of her cum. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s amazing, Rosa!”

She nodded and kissed me, our cum-covered tits rubbing together. My clit-cock throbbed in her. I felt so good. So wonderful. I shuddered, my hands stroking her back. Her girl-cock twitched in me. I loved this feeling.

Then I remembered my daughters. Elise and Chantelle. The others on the ship.

“Rosa, is there anyone else on this island?” I asked.

Rosa frowned. “There’s me! There’s Mrs. Hart! That’s… that’s…”

“Two,” I said. “There’s no one else here. You’ve been alone for how long?”

She shrugged. “Now me have Mrs. Hart. Fuck you. Blow you. Eat you. Fuck you!

She beamed at me as I quivered. “So, you’ve been alone on this island for… years? Weeks? Months? Did you get shipwrecked?”

Her head cocked. “Me was…” She frowned. “On phone. Talking with… sister. Then… Me here! Me futa! Me happy!”

She kissed me. I shuddered beneath her. I wanted to fight her, to push her off me, but she just felt so wonderful on me. So delicious. My hands grabbed her back. Was there even a need to look for others? I was knocked overboard.

They would look for me, and until then…

I would be such a sinful futa-wife.

I broke the kiss and purred, “Can I fuck you next, Rosa?”

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