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Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Female, Oral Sex, Hot Wife, Cheating, Cuckolding, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, MILF

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Lisa Green

I was feeling good as I headed into the Black Brew Coffeehouse. I was wearing my new, navy-blue skirt with a white blouse that went with it that held my new, C-cup titties. The panties I wore were designed for transwomen to hold their penises.

So it worked well for the clit-dick I had grown after school. I had a wild afternoon. It was after six. Nearly four hours of MILF fucking and shopping. I was liking the fact that I would turn a MILF’s head. Her age didn’t matter. Twenty or forty.

If she had a kid, she would find me sexy.

It was pheromones or something. I wasn’t sure yet.

I was here to meet my new friend Poppy. She worked at Secret Delights, a lingerie store in the mall, where her mom, Mrs. Tate, had pounced on me and enjoyed my futa-dick along with my own mom. Then I had another MILF threesome with Mom and Ms. Johnson at the clothing store.

It wasn’t all that busy this time of night. Some hipsters were working on their laptops and a couple of young women making the coffee. Poppy was sitting at a table with some comfortable chairs. She waved to me. I smiled and waved back.

I hurried over to the counter where finished orders waited—I’d placed mine ahead on the app—and snagged my white chocolate and raspberry latte with almond milk. I hummed as I headed over to the table. She was wearing a tank top and jeans, like before. She wore her black hair in a cute bob.

“Hey,” she said.

“Sorry, I’m late,” I said as I reached the table.

“You got lucky in the changing room?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. “Another MILF lost all self-control and just had to ride your cock.”

“Um, get fucked in the butt,” I said my cheeks burning. I went to sit down but she shook her head. I blinked.

“Come on, give me a look at this cute outfit. Turn around.” She smiled at me. She was such a nice girl. Despite what Mom said, this was not a date. Just coffee with a new friend.

I spun around, my cheeks on fire. My skirt swirled out a bit. I would be wearing skirts from now on. Jeans were just too tight to hide a bulge, but I hoped I could pull it off with skirts. My friend nodded in approval.

“Looks good on you,” she said. “Real cute. And how’s the bra treating you. It fits good.”

“You got the size perfectly,” I said. Poppy had given me a bra fitting to find out my new bust size. I went from being a 30A to a 30C. “Thanks so much. I’m so glad that you were cool with what happened with your Mom. I’m so, so sorry that I cucked your dad.”

Poppy winced. “Don’t talk about her right now. I had to lie about where I was meeting you. She would be here to ambush us otherwise.”

“Good plan,” I said and took a sip of my drink. It was yummy. Raspberry and white chocolate went together so well. “So, I bet you want to know all about it. How this all happened.”

“I’m a tad curious,” she said, squirming in her chair. “I mean, You don’t normally meet a dickgirl. Well, a futa. I googled that. Wow. There is some art out there. I mean… Some pervy people are drawing you futas with dicks bigger than you are. I thought I had seen porn.” She shook her head, her cheeks pale. “But yours is definitely more manageable.”

“Thanks,” I said. “Well, I just wanted to make myself beautiful and tame my red hair. It’s so bushy.”

“You just need to use some gel on it,” she said. “Sleek it down.”

“That’s so much effort. I wanted it just to be sleek and fine and not have so much volume. I also wanted to fix my eyesight.”

“LASIK?”

I shuddered. “It’s just creepy that they burn your eye with a laser, and what if they mess up and I go blind. I don’t want that to happen.”

Poppy smiled. “So, you’d rather take an experimental chemical that you developed in your high school lab then use a procedure that millions of people have had and had no issues with. I get it. Real smart. Especially when someone spikes it and you end up with bigger tits and a cock.”

“And a cuter face,” I said. “So it half-worked and it half…” I glanced down. “Well, you know the other half.”

“Yeah, I know,” she said. “It’s cool, though. You’re really brave, you know that. God, I could never just drink a strange chemical.”

“Well, the theory was very sound,” I said. “I’ve been reading some very cutting-edge journals. Very out there research into bio-engineering humans through hormonal simulation and not through gene manipulation. See, DNA has a lot of useful stuff in it, but do you know what it doesn’t have.”

“What?”

“The body plan.” I held out my arms. “It’s what makes a human embryo grow into a human shape and a dog into a dog shape. It controls so much other stuff, but it doesn’t quite direct how our different body parts all fit together. It’s fascinating. It’s stored somewhere else. I think it’s hormones. The DNA just makes proteins and these proteins do different things, but there is something in our cells that is modified by it. I found out some master sequences. That’s what I added.”

“And this Shanice biotch spiked something that changed which cells were stimulated.”

I nodded. “I mean, the ovaries and the testes are the same thing. And the clit and the penis are, too. So things just… got triggered in me to stimulate those hormonal changes down there. Others stimulated my breast growth and some changes in my facial structure.”

“And what makes the MILFs go crazy.”

“Well, humans do have pheromones,” I said. “If we didn’t wear so many scents and take so many baths to wash them off, we’d have a very different society.”

“A smelly one,” said Poppy.

“It’s just, studies have shown that women can smell if a man is compatible with them. I don’t mean romantically but reproductively. If I have a positive blood type and the guy a negative, we’ll have a hard time with conception. But if we’re both positive, it’s way easier. Women can smell that about a guy if they could smell the real him, that is. Stuff like that.”

“So, what, are you like knocking up all these…” Her eyes widened. “Don’t tell me that you… I mean…”

I shrugged, this naughty rush shooting through me. “Well, if you have a new sibling, then I’m probably the mommy. I don’t know. It’s something different, though. Maybe it’s such a novel scent that it mixes with the hormonal balance of mothers and triggers very responses in their body.”

“Novel?”

“Yeah, you know, like a new strain of the flue that no one has defenses against or our old friend the C word. That made our lives a hell for two years. Novel. We had no defenses for it. Maybe it’ll change. The more they’re around me, the less the effects will be. They won’t be so horny and want to fuck me.”

“You are smart,” Poppy said. “I never would have even thought of that. Ugh, makes me wish I went to college.”

“Why don’t you?” I asked. She was two or so years older than me.

“I just hate school. I mean, I’d rather just find a handsome guy and be his trophy wife. Have a few kids. Let him take care of me until, you know, he cheats on me with his secretary and I get a huge divorce settlement and become a cougar and end up on a Real Housewives of Seattle or something.”

“That is a terrible plan for your life,” I said. “You’re just counting on some rich guy to marry you.”

“And become a wine mom,” she said, nodding her head. “You know, just take all these pictures of my life and put them on Instagram. Give my kids weird names. It’s a plan. I mean, how many people go to college then work miserable jobs. My mom has a college degree, and she’s the manager of a lingerie store at forty-two.”

“Are you at least dating rich guys?” I asked. “I mean… This isn’t the hot spot for that.”

“I’m going to move,” she said. “Soon. Get down to LA. Try to be a model or an actress or something dumb like that. I just need to land a guy. You know how the richest women in the world got their money? They married a rich guy and divorced him. Like that chick who dumped Jeff Bezos. She’s the richest woman in the world and what did she do to earn it? Married a billionaire. Gave him a blowjob every now and then. Maybe some anal on his birthday. You know, just until they were married long enough so she could get a nice chunk of his fortune.”

“Wow,” I said. “I think that is just a terrible idea. Don’t you want to marry someone who loves you? Who you want to be with.”

“This from the girl that fucked how many MILFs today?” She arched an eyebrow.

My cheeks burned. “Um, five. It’s not like I’m searching them out. They find me. But if there was someone I liked, I’d want to hold onto them. Marry them. Be happy with them. What’s so wrong with that?”

“Or you’re going to spend your life working on your chemicals, make a vast fortune, and be one of those few female billionaires that really earned her fortune. You won’t have time for love and kids. You’ll sacrifice it all. But you’ll have an endless parade of MILFs to bang. So there’s that. Life isn’t a fairy tale, salty. We have to be reasonable in our expectations. Mom loves my dad, but did that stop her from riding your dick?”

“Still,” I said. She probably wasn’t correct. “It would be nice to have someone, too. I mean.” I shrugged. “Someone that I liked. That I was friends with. You know.”

“Right, right,” said Poppy. Then she leaned in. “Mmm, right now, there is a hot MILF checking you out.”

“What?” I gasped, my cheeks burning. “Is she looking over at me?”

“Oh, yeah. She’s got that soccer mom look. Brown hair in a ponytail, a sun visor. Wearing tight yoga pants and a tank top. She’s in good shape. Keeping it nice and tight. She keeps glancing over at you and squirming.”

“Well, maybe she’ll just get her drinks and go,” I said. “We’re having a great talk.”

“But if you had a chance to get your dick sucked by the MILF, would you?” Poppy arched her eyebrow. “I mean, it’s cool. I can even help out. Maybe make a distraction so you two can run off into the bathroom and boff.”

“Boff?” I arched an eyebrow. “I don’t think my grandmother would use that word.”

“Bringing it back.” She smiled. “And she’s heading over here. She’s got a nice set of tits and…” She winked at me as I glanced to see this MILF in a red tank top and black yoga pants coming up to the table. She glanced at the seat beside mine, her cheeks burning.

“Um, is that seat taken?” the MILF asked. “There’s no place else to sit.”

There were plenty of places to sit. I was about to mention that when Poppy pushed out the chair beside me with her foot. “Sure, plop your butt on down. I’m Poppy. She’s Lisa. And you are Missus…?”

“Hornburg,” she said. “Clarissa Hornburg. Um, thanks. Just so crowded.”

“Tots crowded,” nodded Poppy. “Well, it’s great to have you with us, Mrs. Hornburg. We were just talking about fidelity in marriage. I’m not sure it exists, that every husband or wife strays from time to time. You’ve been married, what, ten years? Got a kid or two.”

“Yeah,” said Mrs. Hornburg. “My husband’s never cheated on me.”

“But you’ve been boffed once by a hot guy when he was out of town or something, right?” Poppy asked. “Maybe some stud from the gym. You know, you were lonely and horny and thought hubby would never find out.”

The woman’s cheeks burned. “I’ve thought about it, but I never would. You know, just adds a bit of spice to get excited. Take it home to the bedroom.”

I stared at my friend wondering just what she was doing.

“Girls than?” Poppy asked. “I think every woman’s got a bit of gay in her. Ever get bicurious?”

“My, you’re a bold one,” Mrs. Hornburg said. She glanced at me, her cheeks burning bright. “I mean, I suppose it can happen. You know, see a certain girl, and…” She squirmed there and took a deep suck from her strawberry drink. It was some blended thing. A cold slushy with maybe some shots of expresso or something. A variation on an Italian soda, I bet. “Hot day.”

“Very hot,” said Poppy. “Right, Lisa. You’ve been having a very hot day.”

I gave my friend a look. We were in the middle of the coffeehouse. This MILF could be driven out of control and do things with me. She could crawl beneath the table and suckle on my dick. Just do it right here. Right now.

My futa-dick throbbed.

I put my hand on Mrs. Hornburg’s thigh. God, I really could just have my way with her. “You are one sexy MILF,” I purred. My cheeks burned while Poppy nodded in encouragement. “If you crawl beneath the table, I’ll let you suck on my futa-dick.”

“I don’t know what that means,” Mrs. Hornburg said. “Futa-dick, but… I do want to suck on it. Oh, god, I didn’t want to say it, but I want to eat your pussy so much. I’ve never been this turned on.”

“Go for it,” Poppy said and moved her chair to the outside of the table to… screen it. We were in the corner. From here, no one would really be able to tell. “Suck big clit-dick, Mrs. Hornburg. She’s got a pussy and a cock. She’s a futa.”

“Oh, wow,” the MILF said and just vanished beneath my table.

I glanced at Poppy, still so shocked that I had done this and so aroused all at the same time. She seemed a little surprised, too, but she had this naughty grin on her lips. The table shook as the MILF bumped the support on her way between my thighs.

I quivered as she moved up between my legs. Her hair brushed my inner flesh. A wave of heat rushed through me. This was it. This was really, really happening. My cheeks burned so hot as the MILF’s hair brushed the inner slopes of my thighs.

I squirmed there as she pushed up my skirt. I glanced around. No one had noticed. No one even looked in our direction. They were all oblivious to the fact that Mrs. Hornburg’s hands slid over my panties and felt the bulge.

“Oh, my,” the MILF said. “You really have so cock, Lisa.”

“Uh-huh,” I said as I lifted my hips.

She tugged down on those teal panties. I shuddered as the elastic rolled down my thighs. My cock sprang free, the tip brushing the top of the table. A shiver ran through me as she grabbed my cock and stroked it. The married MILF fisted me.

“You have both,” she groaned. “A cock and a pussy. That’s so amazing. I didn’t know that was possible. Wow, they’re doing so many neat things for trans people these days. Were you a boy or a girl originally? Wait, was that rude to ask?”

“A girl,” I said. “That’s my clit that grew into a dick.”

“Oh, wow.” The MILF leaned close. “I’ve never licked a pussy before. I’ve thought about it and…”

She licked my pussy. Her tongue stroked through my folds. I groaned, my hand squeezing the edge of the table. My face contorted with delight Poppy’s eyes widened. Her smile grew as she grabbed my hand and held it.

She winked at me.

I shuddered as the MILF flicked her tongue up and down my pussy folds. She teased me. This wave of heat rushed through me. I groaned at that. My futa-dick throbbed in the MILF’s hand as she stroked over my hymen.

“You’re a virgin,” she groaned. “Wow, that makes this even hotter.”

“Only with my pussy,” I whimpered. “I’m not with my cock. I’ve been with plenty of MILFs. Like you.”

“Wonderful,” Mrs. Hornburg purred and licked my pussy lips again.

This time, she slid up to the shaft of my cock. She climbed up and up me. I groaned at the feeling of her climbing higher and higher. I gripped Poppy’s hand as the naughty MILF reached the crown of my dick. She swirled her tongue around it.

I loved how she swallowed my cock. A wave of delight washed through me as her lips sank down my shaft. My heart pounded in my chest. A wild beat pumped away in me. I squirmed there as I enjoyed her licking at me. She suckled at me with all her passion. She nursed on me with such wonderful force, working her mouth up and down my cock.

I shuddered, my eyes rolling back in my head. I loved how she suckled on me. It was such a great passion. I trembled as the heat swelled in my pussy. My cunt clenched as Mrs. Hornburg loved my girl-cock.

“How is it?” Poppy asked.

“Amazing,” I groaned. “Having your dick sucked is amazing!”

Mrs. Hornburg purred around my cock, the humming delight massaging the tip. Fresh pleasure rippled down to my pussy. My ovaries drank in the sensation. They swelled with the pressure that would burst out of me.

My breasts rose and fell in my new bra and blouse. The MILF worked her mouth up and down my cock, sucking the entire time. Thrilling bliss swept down my cock and melted through my snatch. I shuddered, clutching at Poppy’s hand.

I looked around the coffeehouse. No one knew I was getting blown. They and no idea that this naughty MILF was loving me with her mouth. The rush of being so sneaky, of receiving a blowjob beneath everyone’s noses, was awesome.

Heady.

The baristas made coffee. Customers came in and grabbed it. Some lingered. Some didn’t. None noticed that a hot wife sucked my futa-dick. I just glanced at Poppy who had this wicked grin on her face as the wet sounds of the BJ rose up from beneath the table.

“Oh, wow, I’m going to cum so hard,” I groaned, my pussy clenching.

“Nice,” purred Poppy. “Very, very nice. Just spurt all your jizz into her mouth.”

“I will,” I groaned, nodding my head. “Oh, wow, that’s so good. She’s working her mouth up and down my cock. Just sucking on me.”

Mrs. Hornburg loved my cock. Worshiped it. I hurtled toward my orgasm. My pussy clenched. Juices leaked out onto the hardwood seat. I squirmed there as I was about to blow. My ovaries swelled with the pressure. I squeezed Poppy’s hand hard.

I exploded.

My cum fired into Mrs. Hornburg’s mouth. I spurted blast after blast of my spunk into her mouth. The pleasure shot through me as my twat spasmed. Juices gushed out as ecstasy and rapture swept through my body.

She gulped down my spunk. I shuddered as she swallowed blast after blast of cum that fired from my dick. This incredible rush of bliss shot through me as the MILF drank all my jizz my cunt writhed, juices creating a puddle my ass squirmed in.

“Oh, yes,” I whimpered. “Oh, wow!”

She nursed on me as I fired one more blast of cum. My dual pleasures washed through my body a final time. I shuddered, my pussy’s convulsions slowing. I sucked in a deep breath as Mrs. Hornburg nursed on my futa-dick a few more times.

She slid her lips off my girl-dick. I groaned at that wet plop. It was such a naughty delight to feel her mouth coming off. She sat up straight. This wicked gleam was in her eyes. She had cum on her lips. I leaned in and kissed her, gathering up that jizz.

The salty flavor melted throughout my mouth. I loved this so much. My heart pounded in my chest as the naughty MILF kissed me with such passion. My futa-dick twitched and throbbed, wanting more. Far, far more.

She broke the kiss and moaned, “That was amazing. Mmm, I want to take you home and ride your cock.”

“Mmm, that’s a great plan,” said Poppy.

“But we’re having coffee,” I said to my friend.

“Hey, you have a MILF here who needs your dick.” She shrugged. “I mean, unless you just want to fuck her in the back of her minivan.”

“I don’t have a minivan,” she said.

“See,” said Poppy. “You got to go home with her. Just have a fun time with her. Text me what happened.”

“You’re really okay?” I asked.

She stood and so did I. She threw her arms around me and gave me a friendly hug, my futa-dick tenting the front of my skirt. It was still thrusting out of my panties. “Of course, I am, Lisa. I really want to hear the hot gos about it. Every filthy detail of what you do to this married MILF.”

“Got it,” I said. “This is all so new to me.”

“So you’re coming?” Mrs. Hornburg asked. “We can have someone.”

“I’m only fifteen,” I gasped.

“I won’t tell,” she said, winking. “It’s not like you’ll be going anywhere. We’ll sip some wine, make some love, then maybe have a nice bath together. How does that sound?”

I swallowed. “Sure, that sounds great.”

“Good,” she purred. “It’s a date.” She pulled me to her and kissed me again. I groaned, not caring who saw us. My futa-dick was still out of my panties. They were bunched around my thighs just below my rump, my skirt hiding it.

Her tongue was so naughty. I quivered in delight then panted when she broke the kiss. She gripped me and let me out of the coffeehouse through a side door, my futa-dick thrusting out and lifting the front of my skirt. It was about to peek out. We passed another woman coming in who gasped and turned to look at me.

“She’s mine,” Mrs. Hornburg said as she brought me to her car. “Get in, Lisa. I want to make love to you!”

I nodded and slid into her… sports car. That was surprising. She had a sleek and sporty car. I wasn’t an expert, but it looked expensive. I slid in. There was no back seat. It was even a convertible. She slid in and smiled at me as she pushed a button to start the vehicle up with a purr.

“Mmm, a twentieth wedding anniversary present from my husband.” She grinned at me as she shifted the car with paddles on the steering wheel. “He’s such a great guy.”

“And you don’t feel bad you’re going to cheat on him?” I asked, my futa-dick twitching and popping out from beneath my skirt now.

She glanced at my cock and grabbed it with her hand as she backed up. “Not at all. This has nothing to do with him. It’s just… you’re a futa. What’s so wrong about us making love.”

“Nothing,” I breathed as she stroked up and down me.

She drove us out of the parking lot, shifting with the paddles on the left side. She fisted my futa-dick with the other hand. She drove fast down the streets, fisting my clit-rod the entire time. She wove around cars as she sped home.

I groaned, squirming in my seat as her hand massaged the crown of my cock. I whimpered, my cunt clenching as the pressure built and built in me. This powerful need to erupt swelled in me as she kept fisting my cock. She stroked up and down me, driving me wild.

Which was how she drove her car.

My pussy clenched, the pressure building and building as her silky grip worked up and down me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. This was amazing. I loved the feel of her teasing me like this. It was outstanding.

“Mrs. Hornburg,” I groaned. “Oh, Mrs. Hornburg. Wow, that’s so good.”

“And it’s so much fun playing with your futa-stick,” she said and slowed, breaking as we came up to a four-way stop. She looked both ways and went through the intersection without stopping.

My cunt clenched as she turned onto a side street. My pussy swelled with heat. The pressure built in my ovaries. The need to cum swelled and swelled. I groaned, the pleasure about to erupt from my dick. It was outstanding.

I shuddered as she stroked her up and up to the pinnacle. She turned into a driveway of an expensive home, twice the size of mine. I shuddered as the pressure in my ovaries exploded. My clit-cock erupted.

“Yes!” I gasped.

She ducked her head over. I splashed her in the face before she manage to engulf my futa-dick. She gulped down my cum again. She enjoyed a second mouthful of it as my pussy spasmed. I moaned as I erupted into her mouth over and over again.

“Yes, Mrs. Hornburg,” I groaned, savoring the ecstasy sweeping through me. Stars danced across my vision.

My moans echoed through the car. I shuddered, savoring this passion of erupting into her snatch again and again. It was an outstanding delight. A big smile spread on my lips. I trembled, savoring every moment of bliss shooting through me.

I shuddered and erupted a final time. She moaned around my girl-cock as she nursed out the last drops of cum. She ripped her mouth off, panting. Her boobs rose and fell in her top. I savored the buzzing bliss.

“Mmm, that was just as good the second time as the first,” she purred and punched a button on a remote clipped to the sun visor.

The garage doors opened to reveal a truck and a space for another car. she pulled into it and hit the button to close it as she turned the car off. I shuddered and climbed out, my futa-dick bobbing before me, my skirt bunched over it.

She entered inside and said, “The living room is right over there. I’m going to slip on something more comfortable. Make yourself at home. If you’d like to pour us a glass of wine, the bottle on the counter is delightful.

“Right,” I said as she headed for the stairs, her ass swaying.

I swallowed. This was so different. I took off my panties since they were just soaked in pussy cream. My futa-dick bobbed before me as I moved through the large place. There was a massive TV and, a long couch, a love seat, and two recliners. I found the bottle of wine and poured two glasses of it.

I took a sip. It was dry. How could something wet be dry? It had an acidic flavor but also something like grape. I didn’t quite see the appeal so I took another sip. My cheeks grew warm. I shuddered and headed to the love seat.

That was cozy.

I sank down on it, my heart beating a mile a minute. I was in a married woman’s house holding a glass of wine. This was not the day I thought I would have. She had pictures of her husband and kid on the wall. One was a graduation picture, so he was off to college. She and her husband must have married young.

I sipped at my wine again. It was growing on me. The warmth helped with my nervousness.

The stairs creaked. I glanced over and shuddered to see her coming down in a pink, transparent nightie. Her brown hair was no longer in a simple ponytail. It fell about her face in bouncy curls. Her large breasts swayed beneath the transparent material, her nipples hard shadows. It barely fell past her hips.

She was wearing no panties. I could see the darkness of her bush through the fabric. She smiled as she sauntered toward the loveseat. I held out the glass of wine for her. She purred in delight as she took it.

“You look like a goddess,” I whispered.

“Oh, aren’t you sweet,” she purred, sitting down beside me and snuggling up. She sipped her wine. “Mmm, that’s just lovely. Goes so well with the salty flavor of your cum.”

I swallowed and took a deep sip of mine. I was feeling really buzzed now. It was a heady feeling that made the next part easy to do. I turned my head and kissed her without hesitating. I claimed her mouth this time, my tongue thrusting past her lips.

She groaned at my aggression. I wanted her so badly. My futa-dick throbbed as I kissed her. My hand went to her breast, squeezing her big tit through her nightie. She moaned, kissing me back with such passion. I loved it so much.

My tongue danced with hers as I loved the softness of her breast. Kissing a woman old enough to be my mother was great. I loved it so much. I savored the taste of her, the saltiness of my cum lingering. But there was a sweetness, too.

I rubbed at her nipple through her nightie. I circled the areola. She whimpered.

And kissed me with more passion.

I loved stroking around her nipple with my thumb, rubbing her as we made out. It was a thrill. A hot delight to share this delight with her. My tongue danced around with hers. I pinched her nipple through the nightie. I twisted it.

The silk felt so wonderful against the pads of my thumb and forefinger. I twerked her nub. She shuddered, kissing me with such passion. She quivered as I tugged on it. She broke the kiss, gasping for breath.

“Oh, my,” she moaned and grabbed her wine from the end table. She took a deep sip of it. “You’re such a delicious thing, Lisa.”

“Mmm, I’m glad you think so,” I purred. I leaned down and suckled on her nipple through her nightie.

I soaked the cloth with my saliva as I nibbled on her. She groaned as I did that. I soaked the fabric as I loved her nub. She groaned, her eyes staring down at me with such heat. They were so brown and passionate.

I suckled harder on her nipple. She groaned as I nibbled on her nub through the fabric. I molded the silk to her. My tongue swirled around her as my hand slid down her torso until I found her thigh. I loved the satin feel of her skin beneath my touch.

I slid up her thigh, moving beneath her nightie. I loved the warmth of her. How delicious she felt against me. I want higher and higher until I found her trimmed bush. Her curls dripped with her juices. I loved that.

I pushed through them and found the folds of her pussy. I rubbed at her cunt as she moaned, “Lisa! Oh, Lisa!”

I winked at her as I suckled on her nipple through her nightie. My futa-dick throbbed as I stroked up and down her married folds. I wanted to fuck the MILF so hard. Just ram my girl-dick into her cunt and pound her hard.

She trembled as I nursed on her nub. My fingers thrust into her pussy. She gasped and clenched her snatch down on my digits. The silky warmth of her soaked up my fingers. I thrust them in and out of her. I pumped away at her cunt, loving how she gasped and moaned as I did that.

“Oh, that’s so good,” Mrs. Hornburg whimpered. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s amazing.”

I popped my mouth off and grinned at her. “It’ll be more amazing when I’m eating out your cunt, Mrs. Hornburg.”

“Yes!” she moaned, her pussy clenching down on me. “Oh, yes, do that!” She sipped her wine. “Mmm, just lick my cunt and make me cum!”

I sank to the floor my futa-dick bobbing beneath my skirt. I peeled off my new blouse and threw it to the side. She stared at me with hot eyes as I reached behind me and undid my new teal bra. I slid it off, freeing my round tits.

“Oh, those are just so perky,” she groaned. “Mmm, yes, yes, just such sexy boobs. Fifteen… What a time to be young and hot!”

“And a futa,” I purred before I leaned in between her legs, heading for her pussy. The tart aroma filled my lips. I pulled out my fingers. “A futa with a hot MILF to fuck.”

“Yes,” she purred as I licked at my digits, savoring her tart juices.

My futa-dick throbbed as I licked them up. She tasted so good. So damned good. My tongue swept over my fingers. I loved the flavor of my cunt cream. It was an incredible delight to taste myself. I suckled on them.

Then I ripped them out and buried my face into her bush. She gasped in delight, her big boobs bouncing beneath her nightie. I licked at her snatch, her curls rubbing on my face. I gathered her tart juices off her thick folds.

I feasted on the MILF’s twat. I love eating the married woman’s muff. She groaned, her thighs squeezing about my head. Her back arched and tits jiggled in her blouse. Her moans sang through the living room as I devoured her.

“Oh, my god, Lisa,” Mrs. Hornburg purred. “Oh, yes, yes, lap at me. Oh, you’re just so sexy! Ooh, futas are the hottest things in the world.”

I thrust my tongue into her snatch. I swirled about in her. I loved the way her cunt clenched down on me. It was this wicked heat that swept through my body. My face contorted with the pleasure of this moment. My heart pounded in my chest.

My tongue fucked in and out of her cunt. I whirled around in her, loving the flavor of her snatch. Her tart juices melted around my tongue. I loved the flavor. The way she moaned. I stroked her pussy walls, wanting to drown in her cunt cream.

“Oh, yes, yes, Lisa,” she purred, staring down at me. “You’re going to make me explode.”

I winked at her.

“Yes, you are.” She trembled. “Oh, you’re going to make me explode. That’s just perfect. Yes, it is!”

Her face contorted as her head shook from side to side. Her face contorted as I licked and lapped at her pussy folds. I stroked up to her clit. I danced around her bud for a moment. Her body bucked. Her tits heaved, her nightie rustling.

I plunged my tongue back into her cunt, letting her cool off again. I was having so much fun playing with her. I would just make her explode. She would squeal out in delight and gush so much juices. I would drink down all her cream.

“Oh, Lisa,” she moaned. “Oh, wow, that’s so good. You’re going to have me gushing juices. Oh, yes, yes, that’s it. Just keep licking me like that!”

I winked at her and swirled my tongue around her clit.

“That’s so good!”

Her boobs swayed above me as I suckled on her clit. I nursed on her, nibbling with my lips as I massaged her bud. This was so hot. I went home with a married woman. That was something wild. And we had just met.

Our date was a BJ in the coffeehouse.

My futa-dick was amazing. I could fuck any MILF I wanted. I couldn’t wait to fuck Shanice’s mom. I swirled my tongue around Mrs. Hornburg’s clit, eager for that day. Maybe it would be tomorrow. I had everything I needed.

But right now, I needed to make this sexy MILF cum. Her tart juices filled my mouth. I loved the flavor of her pussy. My tongue swirled around her clit. She arched her back into the couch and grabbed both her boobs through her nightie, the wet patch clinging to her hard nipple.

“Lisa!” she groaned. “Oh, my god, Lisa, yes!”

Her tart juices squirted from her cunt.

My futa-dick throbbed as I drank that wonderful cream flooding out of her. It was fantastic to have all her cream gushing out of her. I tongued her. I licked at her with such passion. I swept over her, driving her wild.

She arched her back. Her moans echoed through the living room as I drank her tart passion. I licked and lapped at her. I gathered up every drop of cream that she had. She groaned as she bucked through her pleasure.

“Lisa!”

“Oh, Mrs. Hornburg,” I groaned and thrust my tongue into her snatch.

I swirled around in her writhing twat. I loved the way her flesh rippled around me. She quivered there, her boobs jiggling. Her spasms slowed and died. She breathed heavily as her orgasm faded through her.

She leaned back, her boobs rising and falling. I smiled at how hard I made her cum. Her pussy juices dripped down my chin and ran down my throat to my collarbone. I sucked in a deep breath, my futa-dick so hard.

“Lisa,” the MILF breathed.

I rose and settled on the couch beside her. She cupped my breast and kissed me, savoring her tart juices on my lips. Her tongue licked them up as our lips worked together. She squeezed my boob, her touch so naughty.

My pussy clenched as her thumb swept over my nub. She massaged it as my girl-dick ached more and more. She broke the kiss and ducked her head down. Her mouth latched onto my nipple. She suckled as she pushed me back.

I stretched out on my back on the love seat, my head on the armrest. She nursed on my nipple, her brown eyes burning hot with bliss. My futa-dick throbbed as she nibbled on my nub. I loved this so much. My clit-dick ached.

“Mmm,” she purred around my nipple.

She swirled her tongue around my nipple as I squirmed there, my futa-dick throbbing. She suckled hard for one more moment then popped her mouth off. She crawled up me, her big boobs jiggling. In a moment, her furred muff rubbed on my cock.

She sat up and ground her cunt on my clit-dick. My rod throbbed beneath her, enjoying the ticklish feel of her curls and the juiciness of her cunt. She worked up and down me. I shuddered at how amazing that felt.

“Ooh, that’s good,” she purred as she worked up and down me. “Wow, I really, really love the feel of you beneath me. But you’ll feel even better in me, won’t you?”

“Only one way to find out,” I groaned, watching her tits swaying beneath her sheer top.

She giggled and slid her cunt up my futa-dick until her pussy lips kissed the crown. She pushed back, her labia spreading over my dick. I groaned as that hot twat slowly sank down me and engulfed me. I trembled at that heavenly delight.

She sank more and more of her cunt down me. It was an incredible rush to have her swallowing my cock with her hot twat. The married MILF sank down me more and more. I glanced at the pictures of her and her husband.

I grinned as I cuckolded him.

“Mrs. Hornburg,” I groaned as she sank the last few inches down my futa-dick.

“Oh, my god, Lisa,” she moaned. “You’re so huge. So thick and long. Ooh, you’re reaching so far into me. That’s incredible.”

I winked at her.

She rubbed her hands over my round boobs. She squeezed them and rose up my cock. Her twat gripped me. I loved how her cunt massaged my dick. Pleasure rippled through me as she did that. She reached the pinnacle of my cock.

And plunged down my futa-rod. She took every inch of my girl-cock with her juicy snatch. I moaned as the pleasure rippled down my shaft and washed through my cunt. The bliss swept around my ovaries brimming with my next load of girl-cum.

“That’s just wondrous,” she moaned, wiggling her hips and stirring her cunt around my cock.
She rose up me again. Her pussy gripped my dick. She slammed back down me, her tits bouncing beneath her nightie. My ovaries quivered as the pleasure washed through my cunt again. The crown of my futa-cock drank in silky texture of her pussy.

She rode me.

She worked her snatch up and down me. That hot cunt massaged my cock. My hands rubbed at her thighs, feeling her muscles flexing as she rode me. She gripped me with that hot twat. It was an incredible delight to have her massaging me like that. It was fantastic.

I groaned as she worked up and down me. She rode me with passion. Her cunt squeezed about my girl-cock. She held me tight with her snatch. She worked up and down my cock with that juicy snatch. She brought me closer and closer to cumming.

“Oh, Lisa!” she gasped. “I’ve never had so much cock in me!” Her hands squeezed my boobs. “This is amazing! You’re a girl with the hugest cock!”

“And you have such a tight and juicy cunt, Mrs. Hornburg!”

“You’re so sweet!”

She plunged her cunt down my dick. She took every inch of my girl-cock again and again. The pressure swelled at the tip of my cock. The need to erupt grew and grew. I was so ready to just explode in her cunt.

My ovaries quivered as her pussy worked up and down my clit-cock. She squeezed around me. She held me so tight. That MILF had an amazing pussy. I gripped her thighs as she moaned. She released my tits as she gasped out in shock.

“I’m so close!” she whimpered.

“Cum!” I moaned.

She plunged down my futa-dick, her large tits heaving beneath her nightie. That wonderful, juicy snatch engulfed every inch of my clit-cock. She threw back her head, her brown hair flying around her head. Her pussy went wild around my girl-rod.

I gasped at the delight of her pussy suckling at my futa-dick. She nursed at me. The heat swept through my body as her cunt writhed around me. She nursed on me with her Passion. Her cunt quivered about me. She suckled at my girl-cock with her pussy.

“Oh, yes, yes, Lisa!” she moaned. “Oh, that’s so good! Oh, Lisa!”

Her pussy rippled around my futa-dick. She suckled at me with this wonderful sheath. The pleasure swept through me. The pressure at the tip of my cock hurtled toward the bursting point. I couldn’t hold back at all.

“Cum in me!” the MILF moaned, her cunt rippling around my dick.

My ovaries burst beneath the pressure.

My futa-cum flooded her pussy. Mrs. Hornburg gasped as my cum pumped over and over into her snatch. My twat convulsed, gushing juices. I arched my back into the couch cushion, the pleasure rippling out of my snatch and firing from my dick.

The dual delights washed over my mind. My toes curled as my boobs jiggled. Hers heaved beneath her blue nightie. It was such a rush to watch her quivering there. Just an incredible sight to witness those lovey tits of hers moving.

“Oh, my god!” she moaned, her cunt convulsing around my futa-dick.

I fired more and more of my cum into her pussy. I basted her with my jizz. My eyes rolled back into my head. This felt incredible. The heat washed through me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. I loved every second of this rapture.

“Mrs. Hornburg!” I whimpered.

“Oh, fill me up!” she moaned, her pussy suckling at me.

A big smile spread on my lips as I purred, “Yes, ma’am!”

“You cheeky cutie!” she moaned as her pussy wrung me dry.

I fired the last of my cum into her pussy. Her hands cupped my face as she leaned over me. Her brown hair fell around her flushed features. Her twat rippled around my cock sending more delight rippling through my body. I buzzed.

She bent down and kissed me, her nightie-clad boobs rubbing into my breasts. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. I stroked up her thighs and gripped her rump. I squeezed her, feeling so good. What a thrill it was to go home with a sexy MILF.

She swirled her tongue around in my mouth, playing with my tongue. I kneaded her rump as my futa-dick throbbed in her cunt. I loved how she felt around me. It was so sexy to have her around me. Just such a thrill.

She broke the kiss. “Mmm, we never made it to the bedroom.”

“Still time,” I told her. My futa-dick twitched in her. “Mmm, not too late at all for us to go up there and have a wild time.”

“No, it’s not,” she said, her cunt clenching on me.

Something rattled in the background. I frowned at that as she wiggled back and forth. “Um, is that the garage door?”

“Huh?” she asked and sat up. She glanced at the kitchen where the door to the garage lay. “Oh, my husband must be home.”

“What?” I gasped in delight.

“Yeah, he was picking up my sister,” she said, her cunt clenching down on me. “She just flew in. But don’t worry about them. We’re going to go upstairs and make love.”

“What?” I gasped as the MILF sat up on me, her cunt clenching about my dick. “Your husband is home? He’s going to kill me!”

“He would?” she asked, looking confused.

The door opened and my stomach lurched. This was not happening.

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