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Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Rimming, Sex Toys, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Public Sex, hot Wife, Cuckolding, Body Modification, Supervillain

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Click here for Mrs. Futa the Naughty Superheroine, Chapter 10.

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Note: Thanks to my beta reader for proofing this!

Kip Weeks

The bell to my pawn shop dinged.

My head snapped up. I blinked, rubbing my bleary eyes. I peered out at my pawn shop for the customer that had wandered in. I yawned as I saw nothing but… No, there were several bags sitting in the middle of the room.

“The fuck,” I muttered at the sight of them. I rose off my seat at the counter and moved around to them. I rubbed at my bleary eyes and knelt before the first bag. I opened it up. “Fuck me!”

I stared down at the jewelry. It was tens of thousands of dollars of jewelry.

“I know,” a woman whispered from behind me. “You’re lucky day.”

I spun around and gasped, “Who’s there?”

“Who indeed,” she said, the voice coming from behind me again.

I spun around and saw no one there. My heart raced as I backed up to the counter. My eyes flicked around as the second back was open to reveal more jewelry than a third bag. I swallowed as my hand reached for my phone.

“You’re not going to do something stupid like call 911?” the voice asked while my hand found no phone in my pocket.

It was sitting on the floor beside the bags.

“Because you wouldn’t want the police poking around here,” continued the woman. She was behind me then in front of me. “I know you’re a fence. You have how many thousands of dollars of stolen goods in the back.”

“There’s no… proof…” I croaked.

“Kip, Kip, Kip,” she said. “You’re going to sell those jewels for me. I want top dollar.”

I reached the counter and moved behind it. I had to grab my gun. This was crazy. “Why can’t I see you?”

“Maybe I’m a ghost,” she purred, whispering into my ear.

I gasped and jumped to the right and flung myself behind the counter and grabbed for my gun. The pistol was right there. I was about to snag it when it vanished. I froze. It just blinked out of existence. I whimpered.

“That’s so naughty of you,” the woman said. “I bring you all these jewels so we can both get rich, and you want to shoot me. I’m a ghost, you know. I’m Futa-Spirit. You can’t hurt me.”

I stood, trembling. On the floor by my phone now lay my gun, the magazine ejected and the bullet in the chamber standing upright beside both. A finger touched my cheek. A current ran through me. A blast of fear.

I collapsed on the floor, whimpering. “Please, please, don’t… Don’t hurt…”

“I won’t hurt you,” Futa-Spirit purred. Another tingle ran through me. Terror slammed down on me. My heart clenched. “Just fence my jewelry. I’ll be back tonight for my money.”

“That’s like… an entire jewelry store’s worth of product,” I groaned.

“I know.” Futa-Spirit laughed. “That’s where I stole it from.”

“I just can’t… Not that fast. It’s too much…”

“I suppose.” The ghost cupped my face with her feminine fingers. The terrifying tingles raced through me. I felt her about to take something from me. “I’ll want something tonight. I know what that stuff is worth. You betray me…”

A jolt of pain shot through me.

I blinked as I lay on my back. Laughter drifted through the room. My pants were wet. I had pissed myself. I shuddered, wanting to cry. I had never been so scared in my life. A fucking ghost wanted me to sell her jewelry.

“Remember,” she said. “I’ll be back tonight.” The bell rang.

I sat up and stared out at my store. The bags were there. The ghost was gone. Futa-Spirit. I stumbled out from behind the counter and reached the first bag. I stared down into it. She had fucking robbed a jewelry store. So when I checked my phone and its police app, I wasn’t surprised to learn a ghost had robbed a place at the South Hill Mall.

“Fuck me,” I whimpered.

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Hannah Glass

I laughed as I left behind Pawn N’ Save. Kip was pissing himself.

I had heard from some of the lowlifes in the trailer park that he fenced stolen goods. Stealing jewelry was a brilliant idea, but not if I wanted a quick kiss. I should have just robbed a bank. I stood out on the sidewalk, staring at the bustle of Meridian. There was a Key Bank just up the street near the library.

Why not just go and rob it? I was Futa-Spirit now. My powers were amazing. The electric current could make someone afraid or make them aroused. I could manipulate them or stun them or even change a man into a woman.

Not Kip. He was a weaselly guy who would be greatly improved by being gender-swapped, but he might have trouble fencing my jewels if I did that to him. I had to be cognizant of that. I needed to be smart about all of this.

So.. the bank.

I hummed and burst into a run. To me, it was like a normal movement, but time seemed to stop around me. I wasn’t sure how fast I was moving. Maybe I should go to a gun range and see if I could dodge bullets or something.

I ran down the street, passing people frozen in midstep. I hummed in delight as I reached the Key Bank. I headed up to the door. A security guard was out front with a gun. That wasn’t good. I didn’t think I was bulletproof.

So I pulled his gun from his belt and ejected the magazine. I emptied it of all the bullets and tossed them into the bushes. He had another round in the chamber. I got rid of that, too. I emptied his two spare magazines, too. It was quite the amount of bullets. He didn’t move once. I returned all the gear to his belt and patted his cheek.

I could turn him into a woman, but… That would create a scene.

I opened the door to the bank. People were standing around looking bored. Several stared at their phones. Another was filling out a deposit slip. People were speaking with the loan agents at their desks. One teller was a cute, Black woman with coffee-brown skin. She wore a blue blouse. I wondered what she looked like naked.

I darted to the counter only to find a security door that barred my way. I blinked at that. How was I supposed to get behind there to have fun with her? I didn’t know the code. I couldn’t phase through the walls. They all had this bulletproof glass to keep them safe.

I frowned. That wasn’t good. How to get through. I looked around. A man had a nametag that read branch manager. He must know the code. I didn’t know if I could do this. I moved behind him, rubbing my hands over my belly and feeling the body paint I wore.

If I was visible, people would see that I wearing a black and silver bodysuit painted on my flesh. It was a hot design, but being invisible was just far more fun. I pressed my fingers on him and sent a tingle through him, thinking he should open the doors.

I stopped moving at super-speed.

Reality lurched into motion. He gasped and jumped, rubbing at his scalp and muttering, “The fuck?”

Then he frowned. He glanced at the door. He was confused, but he headed to it and punched in the code on the number pad. It buzzed. He opened it wide and I triggered super-speed again. I darted past him and rushed up to the teller.

“Oh, you are a foxy lady,” I purred, my futa-dick so hard. I reached around her from behind and undid her blouse. I had done this before. I stripped the woman in the jewelry store. Only I had other ideas for this woman.

I had a naughty plan.

I worked off her blouse and pulled it off her shoulders. She had such delicious skin. This wonderful hue of coffee brown. I unhooked the cream-hued bra she wore and took that off. I shuddered and hugged her from behind, pressing my small titties into her back and cupping her boobs.

My hands tingled with arousing current as I massaged her boobs. I kneaded them as she just stood there, frozen. My pussy was so wet with my ideas. My girl-cock rubbed against her rump. I wanted to just play with her. To fuck her before I robbed the place.

I giggled and rolled up her skirt next. She had a gray pencil skirt that worked up and over her waist. I knelt behind her, staring at her ass clad in those delicious, cream-hued panties. I tugged those off, revealing her butt-cheeks.

I kissed each of them with tingling lips.

“You are such a hottie,” I purred, not even knowing her name. My girl-dick throbbed with my need to fuck her. My pussy dripped with juices. I exposed the Black cutie’s pussy. She had a tight slit. I smiled at her as I worked her panties down. I lifted one foot to pull off her underwear and set it back down before repeating it.

I held up her panties and breathed in her musk. She had tart flavored pussy. I groaned as I took her bra and her panties and shoved them into her cashier drawer. I put her blouse back on her, buttoning her back up. She looked so much better like that.

Then I licked my lips and just started tonguing her pussy.

I savored feasting on the time-frozen woman’s pussy. I knew she would enjoy it. She wanted it. She was wet for me. My current rippled through her paused flesh. My tongue thrust into her. I swirled around in her.

I pictured how she would moan when she had her orgasm.

I would make her so happy.

I flicked my tongue around in her cunt. I stirred her up, enjoying the flavor of her pussy. She had such a yummy one. I lapped at her with all that I had. It was so much fun to do this to her. I moaned in delight as I thrust my tongue into her pussy.

It was so much fun to stir my tongue around in her snatch. I knew I drove her wild with my licking and lapping. It was so much fun to watch her burst in delight when I sped up time. Her orgasm would crash into her.

She would have such a wild time.

“Oh, yes,” I groaned and suckled on her clit.

I nibbled on her bud. I suckled on her with all that I had. My clit-dick was so eager to fuck her. I wanted to bury into her cunt with all that I had. It was just such a wild moment. I enjoyed this moment so much. I sucked on her bud.

I nursed on her with all that I had.

I wished I could hear her whimpering. I would have to wait for that moment. I tongued around her, stroking over her. The juices were already starting to dry up. It was just my spittle. Of course, her body wasn’t producing fresh cream fast enough.

So I suckled hard on her clit.

I nursed on her.

My current tingled through her. I knew that she would be building to an orgasm. It would crash into her at once. I just had to get her to the point. I don’t know how I knew, but she was there. My futa-dick ached so much.

I pulled my face from her pussy and drew down her skirt. Her body was primed to explode. Already, the signals would be surging through her nervous system to trigger it. I smiled as I grabbed her blouse and pulled it on with care so as not to disturb her. I didn’t want her to fall over or anything.

I wanted her to enjoy his immensely.

When it was done. I slowed myself down to regular speed. Sounds crashed into my ears. Motion lurched.

The Black teller climaxed.

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Deandra Greene

“Okay, and you want—” I was saying when rapture exploded in me

I gasped, my body bursting as I squealed out in delight. I stumbled, gripping the counter. My breasts heaved beneath my blouse, nipples rubbing against the silk. Cream gushed out of my pussy and ran hot down my thighs.

I moaned out with such wanton bliss as the waves of rapture swept through me. I shuddered as I rode this wave, my cunt writhing. I was cumming. It was so good. Stars twinkled before me. My pleasure hit that wonderful plateau.

“Uhhh…” the guy at the counter. “Are you okay?”

“I… I…” Warmth soaked my brain. Pleasure. I was so horny and yet so embarrassed. “I’m so sorry. I… It’s some indigestion. I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah,” the guy said as I trembled. His eyes flicked down to my blouse. He smiled for a moment.
I panted, my tits moving like I wasn’t wearing a bra. And why was my pussy cream spilling hot down my thighs? Surely I had on panties. I knew I had put on my underwear. It was gone. I couldn’t feel it on me any longer.

What the fuck?

“Uh, so my money,” the customer said.

I blinked. “Right, right, I’m sorry.”

“Such an ass,” whispered behind me.

“Excuse me?” I asked, glancing behind me. “Did someone say something?”

No one was there. I swallowed and realized the other tellers were staring at me. My cheeks burned even hotter. I couldn’t believe it. I shuddered and started counting out the bills. I repeated that for the customer as a hand squeezed my rump through my skirt.

A current tingled through me. A wonderful sensation. I felt like I didn’t have to worry. Just keep counting. Everything would be okay. My pussy would be taken care of. What a wonderful promise. I felt so happy about that.

The hand gave my ass another squeeze. I shivered at that touch. It was so wonderful. Then she hiked my skirt. I shivered at that and glanced behind me. No one was there. It was like a ghost touched me.

“There you are,” I said when I finished counting, my skirt hiked up nearly to my butt-cheeks.

Something pressed between my thighs. A shaft.

“Have a great day,” I continued as that shaft slid up my thighs to my shaved pussy. It was a cock.

“Mmm,” the spirit purred. She sounded like a woman, but she had a dick. “I’m going to fuck you with my girl-cock. My futa-dick. I’m Futa-Spirit. I’m plundering this bank starting with you.”

She slammed into me. I fought against my gasp as the White guy I was helping put his money into his wallet. He nodded to me as I shuddered, my boobs jiggling in my blouse. With a bra, they had such a jiggle to them. The material felt incredible on my nipples.

But not as incredible as that girl-dick in me. A woman with a cock…

A female ghost with a futa-dick. It was so incredible to have her in me. I shuddered at the feel of that tingling cock. This current zapped through me from that shaft. To just enjoy her girl-cock and to do my job. To not make a scene.

She pumped away at me slowly. I shuddered as the next customer, a Korean woman, approached the counter. It was hard to focus on her as that cock plunged away at me. I was working on autopilot as I enjoyed the illicit thrill of being fucked by a futa-ghost in front of a customer.

Right for all to see, but no one knew I had a big girl-cock fucking me.

“Mmm, you love my clit-dick,” cooed Futa-Spirit.

“Yes,” I breathed. “That’s correct, ma’am. There you go.”

The woman blinked at me and took her deposit slip. I shuddered as a balding man stepped up next. I shuddered, that cock pumping away at me. That wonderful clit-dick fucked my snatch. Futa-Spirit was so big and long.

The massive rod reached so deep into me. I loved it. I squeezed my cunt down on her futa-cock. I shuddered as she churned me up, typing on the computer and giving the balding man instructions. I had to count money.

“Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, hundred,” I panted, that big girl-cock churning me up. “Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, two hundred.”

The cock fucked me to the rhythm of my count. I settled three thousand in twenties before the man put them in an envelope and slipped the cash into his coat pocket. I smiled at him as that big dick slammed into me. It felt so good to have her burying into me.

I shuddered, needing more twenties for my drawer. I typed into the computer the code to open the locked drawer. I pulled out a bundle of twenties. Five thousand dollars. I broke it open and logged it as that cock fucked me. It was so hard to do my job, but…

“I’m going to cum,” I breathed.

“Excuse me?” an old lady moaned.

“How can I help you, ma’am,” I groaned. “Oh, Mrs. Glistner, it’s so good… to see… you!”

I burst in rapture.

My pussy withed around that big dick. I shuddered, the waves of delight rushing through me as Futa-Spirit thrust away at me. She fucked me hard and fast. It was so good to have her doing that. I loved every second of it.

“Yes,” groaned the futa-ghost as she buried into my cunt.

Her futa-cum spurted into my pussy.

I savored that heat. It was so good to have that cum spurting onto my twat. I loved the feel of it. My pussy rippled around her girl-cock as she buried blast after blast of cum into my snatch. It was glorious.

“Miss Deandra?” Mrs. Glistner said.

“I just…” I whimpered. “Indigestion.” I bent over the counter and groaned, my pussy milking that futa-dick. “Just… a moment…”

My pussy writhed around that amazing girl-cock. I shuddered at all that spunk flooding into me. It was so incredible. I whimpered through the bliss as I drew out every last drop of cum that she had in her futa-cock.

She grunted and erupted one more time.

I panted, sweat dripping down my face. The old White woman smiled gently at me. I pushed myself up and nodded to her. I patted my face as my orgasm crested in me. I had all that girl-cum in me, my pussy rippling a few more times around that amazing shaft.

“Sorry about that,” I said. “Heavy cramps.”

“I don’t miss those days,” she said and laughed. “Just need to cash my social security check.”

“Of course,” I said. She hated having money in her accounts. I knew the amount by heart now. I shuddered as current rippled through me as I reached to count the money. I pulled it out and handed it to her.

Then I typed in the code for the safe to get out more money. I wasn’t ever supposed to open this. Criminals were only supposed to get what was in the drawers. I pulled it out and started drawing out the stacks of money, that wonderful cock in me.

“Perfect,” Futa-Spirit said. “Mmm, let me find a bag to put that cash in. And maybe the manager to open the time-lock safe.”

I just nodded and started moving about the room as she found a bag. It was just floating along. Someone gasped at the sight of it. A change happened. The silent alarm had been hit. I glanced at Futa-Spirit holding bag.

“What?” she asked. “Something changed.”

“Well…”

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Hannah Glass

A silent alarm?

How utterly annoying.

The sexy, Black teller kept putting the money into the bags. I hummed as she worked. I wasn’t worried. I was invisible. I had my super-speed. The manager came back here and froze at the sight of the sexy teller dumping the money into the bag.

“What are you doing, Deandra?” he asked and rushed up to her. “Who is robbing you?” He glanced at the customers who were looking confused. The security guard. They knew something was off, but they couldn’t see what was going on. “Deandra?”

“Futa-Spirit,” Deandra said.

“Yeah,” I said and stroked the manager’s cheek. I could feel that need to feed on his manly energy.

He shuddered as the tingles ran through him. He nodded and headed to the safe. He reached it and froze. He turned back, looking so confused. What was going on? Deandra had already finished putting in the money. She set one stack of bills to the side.

Dye pack?

I zipped over to the manager and stroked the balding man’s cheek again, letting my current tingle through him as I asked, “What’s wrong? Open it.”

“It can’t once the silent alarm has been triggered,” he said.

I sighed. “Then start filling bags with whatever money you can.”

“Right,” he said as I really wanted to devour his manly aura. I held back as he darted off.

I shook my head in annoyance. How much was I missing out because someone hit the silent alarm? I glanced at the other tellers who had backed into the corner. Which one of them had done it? Which one had thought to play the hero?

Deandra had filled the bag as the manager was opening other drawers happily for me. I glanced out the door, looking for any sign of the police. I licked my lips. Things could be fun if they showed up. I rolled my shoulders.

There wasn’t a sign of them. No, wait, a cruiser just pulled up and vanished out of sight. They were arriving. The manager was stuffing money into a third bag. I waited for him to work. Would the police burst inside?

A second car drove by. A third. They were arriving. They weren’t making sound. They were gathering outside. I glimpsed them moving up to the door. The manager was stuffing money into a fourth one when the doors opened.

The cops were coming in. Strapping men. I stretched my back as they moved in. They were motioning people to get down, waving their hands, sweeping over them as they were moving about. I smiled at this. It was a great deal of fun.

I marched to the locked door. I opened it, something easy to do from the inside. Then I triggered my super-speed. I frankly skipped out into the frozen lobby and smiled at the sight of the cops. They were all men.

I was hungry.

I started ripping off their clothes. I wasn’t gentle. I threw off their gun belts and emptied their guns like I had with the security guard. That guy never realized I had disarmed him. It was fun. Then I started stripping them.

I didn’t like that so much, so I fed on the first one. I stole his manly energy and… He didn’t change into a woman right away. He was still a disgusting man. Like one of those bastards that fucked my mother.

Right, time was moving super slowly for me.

I worked, stripping off the jumpsuits they wore, working limbs through their bodies. I wasn’t careful like I was with the woman. I lifted their legs to take off their boots and left them floating in the air. They would all fall.

Fuck, it was work, though. Stripping six cops. They had a lot of gear. Radios. Gun belts. Boots. Bulletproof vests. Finally, I had fed on all their masculine energy, though. They were naked, their cocks about to vanish. I swear the first one I touched was starting to show the change. He was also starting to fall.

I headed back through the door and slowed down my movement.

Sounds crashed into my ears as motion lurched. The cops all shouted and crashed to the floor naked. Their bodies changed. They flowed into women, hair growing longer, bodies shrinking. Shoulders no longer broad. Legs not thick and hairy. Cocks vanished. Tits blossomed.

They gasped and stood, crying out in a cacophony. They looked around, all women. People were shouting. The security guard had his gun out, looking around for the source. People in the bank rushed for the exits. Other cops outside were shouting.

“Oh, wow,” said Deandra.

I slapped her on the ass and purred, “Thanks. You’ve been delicious.”

I snagged five bags full of money. They were heavy. I rushed out with the chaos, not moving super fast yet. I navigated through the room with the cops. One of them spotted gear and rushed to it, covering themselves. One stared at her new tits in shock, squeezing them.

I laughed and was outside where more cops were arriving. They were trying to stop the crowd. To figure out what was going on. I took one look at the chaos I left, feeling invigorated, then I burst into a super-speed run. My futa-dick bobbed before me as I ran down Meridian toward the trailer park.

I had a lot of money.

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Virginia Powers

My device for tracking traces of Flerovium 298 worked. I could locate this person who called herself Futa-Spirit and who robbed the jewelry store. I downloaded an app that let me listen to police scanners and hoped for another clue.

It wasn’t long before a bank robbery in the area came up on the scanner. I drove over there, eager to see. It was chaos. Cops were everywhere. People were being corralled. I glimpsed some naked women who had blankets being wrapped around them by the cops.

I pulled out my detector.

The readout grew. She had been here. In fact, she had been close to her. Was I picking up her trail? Where had she gone after here? I was eager to find out. I followed the detector and pulled out of the parking lot again.

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Officer Carol Cartwright

The Futa-Spirit had stuck again.

Six cops had been… gender-swapped into women. They were being interviewed along with Deandra Greene who had helped Futa-Spirit along with Daniel Morgenstern, the manager who had also filled bills. They were like Shannon Nolan from the jewelry store.

They were touched by Futa-Spirit and wanted to help her. Deandra had been fucked by her “futa-cock.” I had been googling that. The artwork with this Japanese fetish called futanari, of chicks growing dicks, made my cheeks burn.

And reminded me so much of that woman in the red and blue body paint. She had stopped the bank robbery this morning, not caused it. These were two different women with cocks and different superpowers.

“This is insane,” my lieutenant said as we watched the video. Deandra Greene shifted. Her bra and panties appeared on the shelf over there. Then her skirt hiked and she was being fucked. “I can’t see a thing. A fucking spirit.”

“With a dick, sir,” I said.

Lieutenant Vickerson rubbed a hand through his black hair. “How do we find a creature like this?”
I thought about that strange girl at the jewelry store. She was strange. I wished I had followed up with their. “I don’t know, sir.” The video showed the cops rushing in then suddenly they were in the air, naked, and falling. Their bodies changed. “I think we need to find Mrs. Futa.”

“That freak from the other robbery,” he muttered.

“She’s a freak that stopped it not caused it,” I said, remembering how hard she fucked me. “I think she can help.”

“Like our own batman or something.” The lieutenant shook his head. “This is so fucked up.”

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Hannah Glass

Mom wasn’t at home in the trailer. I sighed as I dropped off the money. I let my invisibility slip. She would be at work. I was so horny, and her work was a run. I didn’t want to go that far. But what to do about this hard cock?

I needed a woman to fuck. A married woman. That would be so hot to slip into her house invisible and molest her. The trailer park didn’t have that many lookers, but… I thought of Mrs. Espinoza. She was a sexy thing. Had a husband. Her kids were out at school.

She was all home alone.

I smiled at the thought, staring at my slender body in the mirror. I had black and silver body paint on me. I was so sexy, my red hair falling about my face. I had small boobies, though. Little ones. Not big ones like Mom.

I faded away. That felt more natural. I didn’t need to be seen.

I gripped my futa-dick, loving that I couldn’t see it. I was a naughty spirit here to have fun with whomever I wanted. I could take anything I wanted, including another man’s wife. A touch, and she would be so eager for me like Mom.

I smiled as I triggered my super-speed and darted out of the trailer, opening and closing the door with care. I didn’t want to damage it. I rushed through the Green Meadows Trailer Park. It was mostly empty this time of day. People were at work or drinking in their trailers.

I slipped into the Espinoza’s house and found her. She was in the process of vacuuming. She was such a glorious thing in her jeans and a sweater. That wouldn’t do. She needed to wear something sexier.

First, I had to strip her.

It was so much fun. Like playing dress-up with the dolls I loved as a girl. I hummed as I removed her hand from the handle of the vacuum cleaner. I pulled off the sweater and folded it up. I left that on her couch. She had on a plain, black bra. A cheap one. I unhooked it and drew it off her, freeing her tits.

She had nice, round tits. A golden-brown hue. My pale hands cupped them. I kneaded them, shivering in delight at them. Her nipples were hard and so suckable. I ducked my head down and latched onto one.

I nursed on it, my tongue flicking around it. I sent an arousing tingle through her, turning her on. I hummed around her nub, my futa-dick throbbing so hard. I popped my mouth off that nipple and licked the other one. I flicked the hard point with my tongue before suckling on it.

She was so sexy.

My hands stroked over the smooth skin of her sides, caressing the Latina hottie. I reached and found the fly to her jeans. I unsnapped it. I was so glad her kids were at school. I would have such fun with her without being disturbed.

I popped my mouth off her nipple and pulled down her jeans. I worked them down her legs. They were shaved and silky. She had on gray panties. I kissed at her thigh, sending more tingles through her. I smiled at that. I left her jeans bunched around her ankles for the moment to draw down he panties.

I worked those off her hips now. I smiled as I exposed a thick, black bush. I hummed as I worked and exposed her pussy half-hidden by those curls. I nuzzled in and licked at her. She had a tart flavor. I loved the taste of a married cunt.

It was just so much fun to lick her like this.

I stroked my tongue through her folds. She wasn’t terribly wet because she didn’t have time to get aroused. That was fine. I was just enjoying the fun of this. I brought her panties down to her ankles and took them and her jeans off one by one. I removed her socks, too, leaving her barefoot and naked.

I smiled and rose. All she had on was her wedding ring. Hot.

I rose to my feet and went to her bedroom to find something sexy for her to wear. It was a tad messy in here. There was a chair that had some men’s clothes piled on them. I ignored those and went for the dresser. To her party drawer.

I dug around in them and found a vibrator.

How fun.

Then I went to the closet and in the back was a nightie. Pink and sexy. Something she bought for her husband. It was just perfect. I headed back to the naked woman. I was so ready to have so much fun with her. I loved being a supervillain.

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Mrs. Carlita Espinoza

I worked the vacuum cleaner back and forth through the living room when suddenly I stumbled.

I gasped, my nipples bursting with sensation. My pussy tingled and clamped down on something hard. I shook my head, gripping the vacuum cleaner. It roared as I shuddered. What was that? My boobs jiggled, my nipples hard and rubbing against silky material.

I panted as something… buzzed in my pussy.

“Mother of God,” I gasped as I felt like my vibrator was in my pussy. “I…”

“Mother of God,” a feminine voice purred.

“What?” I gasped as I realized I was wearing my nightie. I gasped, hitting the pedal on the back of the vacuum cleaner with my foot to turn it off. “Did someone speak? I… Mother of God, what is that in me?”

The buzzing felt so good. I gripped the vacuum cleaner’s handle. I stared down at my nightie. I bought it for my husband. The vibrator buzzed away in me. My knees buckled. I stumbled forward before I collapsed to my knees. I shuddered, the vibrator buzzing way in me.

I reached for it.

“Don’t take it out,” the woman said.

“Who’s there?” I gasped, looking around.

“Mmm, who do you think it is?” the voice cooed. “Such a naughty, naughty woman. Having a vibrator. You’re married.”

“I… I’m sorry,” I whimpered, the toy buzzing away in me. “It was a vibrator or… or… cheating. And that’s a mortal sin. I can’t. I… I… Who are you?”

“Who do you think, naughty Mrs. Espinoza,” the woman purred. She was behind me. She flipped up my nightie. “You own this. A vibrator. So naughty. You’re a horny, frustrated woman.”

“Yes!” I moaned as those soft, feminine hands roamed over my butt-cheeks. They tingled with… with… “Are you her?”

“Her, who?” she asked in amusement.

“The Mother of God?” I whimpered, the vibrator buzzing away in my pussy. It felt so incredible. “The Virgin Mary?”

“The Virgin Mary with a big futa-dick?” the voice cooed. “That’s such a naughty idea.” She parted my butt-cheeks. “Mmm, would the Virgin Mary do this?”

She nuzzled into my butt-cheek. Her hair fell over my ass. I looked behind me and saw nothing. I felt her licking at my asshole. She was rimming it. This shameful heat washed through me. My pussy clenched down on the vibrator.

I trembled as her tongue danced around it. “That…” I moaned. “That feels so good. You can’t be the Virgin Mary.”

“What if I’m here to answer your prayers, you horny, frustrated slut,” the woman purred into my asshole. She licked it again. “What if I am the Virgin Mary with a big futa-cock hear to fuck you. A Futa-Spirit to give you what you need.”

“Futa?” I whimpered as she thrust her tongue into my asshole. She swirled it around in me. I gasped as she did that. It felt so god to have her rippling around in me. “That’s… You… You are the Virgin Mary? You’re here to… to…”

“To give you what you need,” she purred. “To take you from your husband and make you mine. My little married slut. Do you want to be mine?”

“I…” My pussy clenched down on the vibrator. It buzzed away in me. “I don’t know. I… I… He’s ignored me since our second child. He doesn’t find me attractive. I’m so horny. All the time.”

“Mmm, then you need this,” cooed the Virgin Mary. She lifted her face from between my butt-cheeks. I trembled, the vibrator buzzing away in me. Then she pressed something into my crack. Something hard and yet fleshy.

Like a cock.

She pressed the tip of it right against my asshole.

“No, no,” I gasped. “You can’t have that. The Virgin Mary doesn’t have a… a… penis.”

“A dick?” she asked. “A big, throbbing futa-cock that’s going to fuck your asshole. Don’t you want to feel my big clit-rod slamming into your asshole? Trust me, you’ll love it.”

“I…” I shivered there, loving the feel of the vibrator buzzing away in my cunt. It felt so good. I was so horny. “You’re… you’re really the Virgin Mary?”

“Here to claim you and make you mine,” she said, her fingers caressing my hips. Tingles ran through me.

I gasped at them. Suddenly, it felt like such truth. I shuddered at that sensation. She gripped my hips and drilled her big rod into my anal ring with force. This was sodomy, a sin, but… She was the Virgin Mary. She was the co-intercessor with our Lord. If she said it was okay…

She was practically God.

“Yes, yes, take me, Virgin Mary!” I moaned. “I am faithful to you! I adore you! Praise you! You are the Blessed Virgin! Fuck me in the ass!”

The Virgin Mary laughed in delight and thrust her girl-cock against my asshole.

I trembled at the feeling of my anal ring widening and widening to take her cock. It felt so good to have her do that. It was just wonderful. I shuddered as my backdoor stretched open. It burned, mixing with the heat in my pussy.

Then I surrendered to her.

She popped into me. Her clit-dick slid into my asshole. She moaned as I groaned. My fingers scratched at my carpet. It was just so good to feel her sliding into me. I groaned as she made me shiver in delight. It was such a wonderful moment.

“Oh, yes, yes,” the Virgin Mary moaned as she sank into my anal sheath. “Fuck, that’s good.”

She bottomed out in me. It felt so great to have her filling me up. I loved it. My entire boy quivered with delight. I moaned as my asshole gripped her, the vibrator buzzing away in my cunt. It was just so naughty.

She thrust away at me with such force. It was so good to have her fucking me like that. I groaned at the force of her cock burying into my asshole. I shot my hand beneath me as the Virgin Mary pounded me with her futa-dick.

“Oh, I can feel the vibrator buzzing through the flesh of your asshole,” she gasped as she fucked me with her massive clit-dick. She was so much bigger than my husband. She was blessed with so much cock.

And it tingled.

“That’s so good, Mrs. Espinoza,” the Virgin Mary moaned as she buried into me. “Ooh, ooh, that’s good.”

“I’m glad you love it!” I groaned as the blessed Futa-Mother fucked me with all that she had. “Oh, that’s just amazing. It feels so good squeezing my asshole down on your cock.”

“Good, good, good,” I whimpered, loving this delight. “Oh, my, that’s amazing. You’re burying into my ass with such force.”

She laughed, fucking me with her tingling, impossible cock. I glanced back behind me, seeing nothing. The Virgin Mary was manifesting her big dick in me. I groaned, savoring her slamming into me. It was so amazing.

My bowels melted around her girl-cock.

I gripped the vibrator with my hand. I pumped it in and out of my cunt. She gasped as I did that. She must be feeling it vibrating against her cock. I was so glad for this moment. I buried it into my pussy and twisted about as she fucked me.

My orgasm built and built. It was so glorious.

She slammed her blessed futa-dick into my asshole. I trembled, the vibrator massaging my pussy walls. The two fictions, the fiery heat in my asshole and the buzzing delight in my cunt, mixed. They drove me to my orgasm.

I loved every second of the vibrato plundering my cunt as her big futa-dick fucked my asshole. She pounded me hard. I whimpered, squeezing my asshole down on her clit-rod. She pumped away at me with hard strokes.

“Virgin Mary!” I moaned.

“Yes, yes, cum on me!” she moaned, burying into me again and again.

“I will,” I moaned, so close to cumming on her and the buzzing toy. “I will cum so hard!”

I slammed the vibrator deep into my cunt as the Virgin Mary buried her futa-dick into my asshole. I gasped as the pleasure burst through me. I squealed out in delight, my anal sheath writhing around her girl-cock. It felt so good.

I moaned in delight, enjoying this passion. It was just so amazing. I groaned through it all. I whimpered, my anal sheath writhing around her futa-cock while my pussy spasmed around the vibrator, the waves of rapture sweeping through me.

“Yes!” gasped the Virgin Mary. “That’s so fucking good!”

She buried into my asshole and erupted.

I gasped as her cum exploded into my asshole. The Virgin Mary’s girl-jizz. The Blessed Mother’s holy futa-seed. I whimpered as my bowels rippled around her, my pussy spasming around the vibrator. It twisted the toy about me as I loved this.

My asshole milked her cock as the waves of passion swept through me. It was just so good to have all that cum spurting into my asshole. I loved every second of it. I savored every wonderful moment of this heat.

It was just so incredible to have it rushing through me. I groaned at the heat melting my brain. I shuddered, loving this delight so much. It was so good to have it washing through me. My anal sheath rippled around her girl-dick.

“Oh, fuck that’s good!” groaned the Virgin Mary. “Oh, you have such a wonderful asshole, Mrs. Espinoza!”

“Thank you,” I whimpered in delight, my asshole rippling around her girl-cock. The vibrator buzzed in my pussy. I ripped it out of me, trembling. “I’m so glad that you chose me.”

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Hannah Glass

“Me, too,” I purred, loving this. The Virgin Mary. It was amazing.

I pulled my cock out of her asshole and purred, “Now you have to suck me clean.”

“Yes, Virgin Mary!” she moaned and turned on her knees, her eyes sparkling with the need to please me. I loved it.

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Virginia Powers

The trail led me down Meridian to 152nd Street. I went down it, following the traces. It was growing stronger and stronger. I was on her trail.

I would find who this supervillain was robbing banks and messing with people’s minds. The police scanner was chatting about how the cops were changed into women and how the bank teller and manager were just touched and suddenly wanted to help Futa-Spirit rob the bank.

This was wild.

The numbers were slowly ticking up. I must be heading toward her lair. This was so exciting.

To be continued…

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