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Story Codes: Female/Female, Teen hermaphrodite/Female, Oral Sex, Facial, Anal Sex, Titty Fuck, Sex Toys, MILFs, School

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Alexa Green

My daughter Lisa approached me as I stood naked in the doorway of my bedroom. I hadn’t seen her since I dropped her off for her “totally not a date but just getting coffee with my new friend” date with Poppy. Which had turned into Lisa going off with some strange married woman to have a night of passion with her and her sister.

And I was stuck at home with nothing but a vibrator. Now she was home, and she was not going to get to go to school unless she satiated her mother. I needed her futa-dick, too. I raised her. It was only fair that I should enjoy her.

She wore this cute blouse that she pulled off and an adorable skirt that dropped off. She had on the teal bra and panties set, her futa-dick stretching out the special trans-panties she wore. They were built to look cute but hold a penis.

And boy did she have a big clit-cock. It was so impressive. Just staring at her made me so wet. My daughter was one lucky futa, that was for sure.

“Mmm,” I purred as she adjusted her glasses perched on her nose. Her red hair fell around her cute face. The chemical she whipped up yesterday had made her have an even cuter appearance. I loved the full volume of her bushy hair, which she hated for some reason. She had nice, round boobs, too. “Come to Mommy.”

“You’re such a horny MILF,” she groaned and unhooked her bra. Her round boobs spilled out. They were so perky and firm. A nice pair of fifteen-year-old titties there. It was such a rush to have an underage lover who happened to be my daughter.

It was so forbidden.

My cunt clenched as she shoved down her panties. Her futa-dick popped out, thrusting from her trimmed, red bush and the folds of her pussy. A wave of incestuous lust washed through me at the sight of that magnificent cock.

I pulled my daughter to my lips and kissed her. She moaned as my tongue thrust into her mouth. Her futa-dick rubbed into my belly, throbbing against me. I loved the wild beat of her heart twitching up her shaft. Her boobs pressed into mine.

She groaned, her hands grabbing my ass. She pushed me back into the bedroom. To my bed. I quivered as I let her. I was just so excited about this. I hit the bed and pulled her down on me. She kissed me with such passion as she settled between my thighs, our lips working together.

Her cock rubbed into my bush. I shoved my hand between us. I had to get that dick back in me. Back where it belonged. I had given birth to her. I shoved her tip down through my thick bush to the wet folds of my twat. Right to the entrance of my juicy cunt.

She thrust into me.

I groaned into my daughter’s lips.

I trembled beneath her as her girl-cock slid into my snatch. This wave of heat rushed through me as our lips worked together. Her futa-dick went deeper and deeper into me. I loved how she sank to the hilt in me.

There was so much of her futa-dick in me. Just so much of that hot clit-cock stretching out of my cunt. It was the best. I kissed her. My tongue danced through her mouth as she pulled back her girl-cock. I groaned at that hot sensation.

My pussy clenched down on her thick shaft. The stimulation washed through me. It was such a rush to have my daughter in me. She thrust her girl-dick back to the hilt in my snatch. I groaned, squeezing down on her. I loved that so much. This was such a wild heat.

I broke the kiss with my daughter to gasp, “Oh, my god, that’s so good. Oh, yes, yes, you’re fucking me so hard!”

“I know,” she purred as she thrust away at me. “Mmm, I’m going to make you cum, Mommy!”

“Make me cum!” I groaned, savoring her snatch fucking away at me. She buried to the hilt in me. Her thick futa-cock stretched out my pussy.

I loved the taboo thrill of having my daughter fuck me. She pumped away at my snatch, working her girl-cock in and out of me. I gripped her. I loved the thickness of her futa-dick stretching me out. I groaned, reveling in her thrusting away at me. She fucked me hard and fast. She hammered my cunt with her big futa-dick.

I loved her doing that. She slammed into me with such force. She fucked me with all that wonderful girl-dick.

I squeezed down on her. I shuddered, savoring the heat of her cunt burying into me again and again. She slammed into me with force. She buried that futa-cock to the hilt in me over and over again. I loved it. I savored it.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, my god, Lisa!”

“Mommy!” she moaned, her round boobs rubbing into my big tits. “I’m going to cum so hard in you!”

“Yes!” It had been so long since I had her in me. Over twelve hours. “Cum in me!”

She thrust with such passion into my cunt. I loved how she buried to the hilt in my pussy over and over again. The heat swelled through me. I shuddered, rising toward that wonderful orgasm. I would have such a mighty one.

My fingernails clawed at her back as she drilled her girl-dick in and out of my cunt again and again. She plunged her girl-cock to the hilt in me. I loved that so much. I savored her plowing into me. I trembled, loving what she did to me.

It was outstanding. I squeezed my snatch down on her. I loved every second of her fucking me. She had such a big cock. A mighty dick that hammered my cunt. I loved it so much. My daughter pounded my naughty pussy.

I was such a wicked mommy. I reveled in every taboo thrust of my daughter’s girl-dick into my pussy. My orgasm built and built. I clenched down on her as I trembled beneath her. My bed groaned from the force of her thrusts.

“Oh, my god, Lisa!” I moaned.

“Wow, Mommy!” she whimpered, her face twisting. Her green eyes twinkled behind her glasses. “That’s it! That’s so good!”

“I know!” My pussy clamped down on her. The friction increasing. “I’m going to cum! Oh, Lisa, your futa-dick is the best! I love you!”

My daughter thrust into me. I burst with rapture.

My cunt writhed around her girl-cock. I spasmed with such passion. My pussy rippled and writhed around her girl-dick. The ecstasy swept through me and drowned my mind. I bucked beneath her. I savored every moment of her burying into my convulsing cunt.

“Mommy!” she gasped as she plunged to the hilt in my writhing snatch. “Wow!”

Her futa-dick erupted. Her hot girl-cum pulsed into my snatch. Spurt after incestuous spurt of her spunk flooded me. I groaned, my snatch writhing around her. I rippled about her twat, suckling at her. Stars danced across my vision.

I felt amazing as more and more of her futa-jizz flooded my pussy. I rippled around her. I suckled at her with everything that I had. I felt so amazing. A big smile spread on my lips. This was such a wonderful moment of bliss.

I felt so complete as my daughter groaned, “Mommy!”

She fired the last of her cum into me and collapsed on me.

I held her, both of us panting. She nuzzled into my neck, kissing at me. I smiled, her futa-dick filling up my pussy. I had so much of her girl-cum in me. What a wonderful treat that was. I wanted to just hold her forever.

But she had to get to high school.

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Lisa Green

“Love you, Mom,” I purred and kissed Mom as I was dropped off at my school.

“Mmm, love you, too,” she cooed. “Will you be coming home after school?”

“I have to see someone,” I said.

“Another MILF-girlfriend?” She arched an auburn eyebrow.

My cheeks burned. “I hope she would be.”

I climbed out of the car. I was already late to my English class. Mrs. Vanderbilt would not be happy with me. I shuddered. God, she was a MILF, wasn’t she? I trembled as I bolted out of the car and rushed into the school, my backpack bouncing behind me.

I wore a black skirt with a purple blouse. My new tits filled it out nicely. Beneath, I had a pair of red bra and panties. My futa-dick fit nicely in whatever space-age material made those panties stretch so much and yet let them feel so silky smooth on me. My boobs bounced in my bra.

Poppy really did an amazing job fitting me for them. My new friend was awesome.

I rushed down the hallway. The corridors I navigated were all empty. I reached Mrs. Vanderbilt’s class and took in a deep breath. I opened the door. Her head snapped to me. The Black teacher was a gorgeous woman with her hair pulled back into a fuzzy ball at the base of her neck. Her coffee-brown skin and delicate cheekbones gave her such a gorgeous face.

Like Nefertiti’s face from the bust of the Egyptian queen that had survived all these centuries.

She stared at me, the wedding ring gleaming on her left hand. She sucked in a deep breath. “My, my, Miss Green. You’re late.”

“Sorry,” I said, this warmth sweeping through me. “My mom had a flat tire. It won’t happen again.”

“I’m not sure that I’m sorry is enough,” she said as she stared at me. She flicked my gaze up and down me. “And are you wearing a skirt? You are dressed differently, Miss Green.”

“You know, just reinventing myself,” I said, my cheeks on fire. “I’ll just sit down.”

She nodded slowly as she stared at me, her eyes tracking me across the classroom as I moved into the back. I sank down and saw everyone had their battered copies of Hamlet out. I drew mine out. They were provided by the school. I opened mine up to the lines of prose.

“You might be surprised to learn that Hamlet wasn’t invented by Shakespeare,” said Mrs. Vanderbilt. “It’s a Norse story, hence why it’s about Prince Hamlet of Denmark and not of England. Many of Shakespeare’s stories were historical or semi-historical. Like many authors, he was inspired by older tales. In this case, about Prince Amleth. It’s a story attested to in Saxo Grammaticus back in the eleventh century of an older tale sadly lost to time. As a Danish scholar, he would have been familiar with the tale, though Shakespeare ‘modernized’ it. Much like we do with Shakespeare’s movies.”

“Like that weird movie in the 90s with Leonard di Caprio,” asked Eric. “Put Romeo and Juliet into modern days.”

“Or Ten Things I Hate About You is actually Taming of the Shrew.” Mrs. Vanderbilt glanced back at me. “It happens all the time. We’re forever reinventing the old and pretending it is new. Now, I want you all to read the start of Act 2.”

I opened my book and started reading. Mrs. Vanderbilt started moving around the classroom in her red cardigan and gray skirt. She had a blue blouse beneath her button-closed sweater, her eyes flicking around the room.

She soon drifted to the back where I was. She leaned down as I was parsing through the archaic dialogue of Elizabethan English. There were little comments on the side that gave some context to strange phrases or words.”

“Mmm, aren’t you just a delicious surprise this morning,” purred Mrs. Vanderbilt into my ear. She was so close, her lips were almost touching.

I had turned her on.

“I’m glad you find me to be delicious,” I whispered back.

Her dark hand rested on my wrist. She stroked up and down me. “Still, I don’t like tardiness.”

“It really won’t happen again,” I said, loving the way her fingers stroked my arm. Warmth rippled through my body. My nipples hardened and pussy itched. My futa-dick twitched as my twat grew wet. “I promise.”

“Good,” she said. “Mmm, I need you in my class every day. You’re such a… radiant part of it.”

I turned my head and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Just a brief one. She flicked her tongue over her dark-red lips and rose. She sauntered back to the front of the class, my eyes falling on her rump. She had a curvy ass.

My first Black MILF. This would be fun. I wondered when I would have a chance. She couldn’t get horny enough that she would have me do something with the other students. She sat down at her desk and leaned back in her chair, her eyes on me.

I tried to focus on my reading. I did. But I was just so excited. My cunt burned so hot with the possibilities that Mrs. Vanderbilt could provide. My heart raced as I kept reading the same lines over and over again.

“Okay,” said the teacher. “Now let’s talk about the subtext of that scene. For instance, did you detect any desires welling up in the characters? Any passions that they need to keep hidden, but are desperate to release.”

Rick shot his hand up.

I trembled as she lead the discussion, her eyes flicking back to me over and over again. She wanted me so badly. She burned for me. I squirmed there, my new panties soaked through already. This was so hot.

Finally, the end of the period arrived. She smiled at us. “Okay, okay, I want you to read the next two scenes tonight. Be ready to discuss them tomorrow and…” Her gaze flicked out to me. “Miss Green, stay behind so we can discuss your tardiness and what you have to do to make it up.”

I tried so, so, sooooo hard not to lick my lips like a slut. Especially as a few of the students glanced back at me with commiserating looks. They thought I was about to be chewed out, but really I would be on my hands and knees waiting for some MILF-poon.

I would apologize with my tongue. And my girl-dick.

The students filed out as Mrs. Vanderbilt sat on her desk, her legs crossed. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. As the last one left, the door closing shut behind them, I rose. Mrs. Vanderbilt must have the next period free. Lucky her.

Lucky us.

“I’m so sorry,” I said as I pulled off my blouse. “I was such a naughty, naughty futa for being late.”

“Futa?” She arched an eyebrow as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra.

“A futanari,” I said as I bared my bra. “That’s what I am. Why do I turn you on so much. I became one yesterday afternoon.”

“Futanari,” she said as she stared at my underage, firm breasts. My round C’s jiggled as I wiggled off my skirt next. “And what does that mean, you became a futa? Why would that turn me…” She cocked her head. “Your panties.”

“My clit grew into a futa-cock,” I said and shoved it off. My clit-dick popped out and bounced before me. I twitched with my heartbeat. The MILF sucked in a deep breath. Her eyes widened at the sight of my big dick. She swallowed, her breasts rising and falling in such an exciting way.

I loved the delight I saw in her eyes.

“My, my,” she said. “That is quite the impressive… You called it a futa-cock?”

I nodded.

“Mmm, most impressive,” she said, her body shuddering. “My, my, that does explain why I am so wet, Miss Green.”

“I thought it would,” I purred, my pussy soaking my panties. “Would you like me to eat you out in apology first, or would you like to suck on my futa-cock. Or I can just fuck your pussy.”

She smiled and picked up a ruler. “You are going to bend your pale ass over my desk so I can spank you for being late.” She slapped the ruler into her hand. “I do not tolerate tardiness.”

My smile slipped. “What?”

SMACK!

She slapped the ruler harder into her hand. The sound made me jump. “Now, Miss Green! Don’t make your punishment even worse!”

I believed her. This MILF wanted to spank me. And this strange wave of heat rushed out of my virgin pussy. I wanted her to do that. I quivered there, my heart beating a mile a minute. I shuddered and rushed to the desk.

I had to be punished. Of course. I was late for class. I mean, it was Mom’s fault, but Mrs. Vanderbilt wouldn’t care about that. She had to make sure I didn’t do it again. I pressed my round boobs into the desk, resign my cheek on the surface.

“I’m so sorry,” I groaned. “Punish me.”

“Mmm, yes,” the teacher purred as she ran her hand over my butt-cheeks. “Nice and pert. I always believed that corporal punishment, when properly applied, was the best motivator.” She pulled her hand away.

CRACK!

The ruler struck both my butt-cheeks. I gasped at the heat washing through my nethers. My cunt clenched and futa-dick throbbed. A bead of juices ran my shaft as it throbbed between my legs. I groaned, shocked by how good it felt.

It hurt, but it also sent his pleasure rushing through my snatch.

“I’m so sorry,” I moaned, my butt-cheeks clenching. I felt the welt growing.

“Mmm, yes,” she purred. “And when you sit down for the rest of the day, you’ll remember that you’re sorry and won’t do it again. Right?”

CRACK!

“Right!” I squealed as the pain washed through my nethers. The heat kissed my pussy lips. My futa-dick throbbed. “I’ll remember, Mrs. Vanderbilt!”

“Good,” she cooed and stroked my puckered welt with her finger.

I sucked in a breath at that. It hurt but in such a delicious way. My clit-dick twitched, the ache building at the tip. The itch for stimulation. My virgin pussy felt the same. I breathed heavily, my boobs pressing into the cool surface of the desk.

CRACK!

I gasped as the heat seared through me. The third one hurt the most. She struck both welts. My cunt clenched, the burning need to have my futa-dick played with, my pussy stimulated, washed through me.

CRACK!

“Mrs. Vanderbilt!” I gasped at the fourth one. The fire burned across my ass. “I’ll be good! I’ll always be on time and I’ll eat your pussy so well. You’ll cum so hard. I promised. Oh, wow, I promise, Mrs. Vanderbilt.”

CRACK!

“I know you will,” she purred as the pain blazed across my rump.

I shuddered and rose. She handed me a box of tissue papers. I wiped at my eyes, my futa-dick twitching. My virgin pussy had such a heat burning in it. I trembled as I threw them away. I stared at her, loving the way she opened her red cardigan.

She draped it over the back of her chair, down to this lovely, blue blouse that cupped her large breasts. The Black woman worked the thick buttons holding that closed, too. I smiled as her coffee-brown skin came into view.

Wow, she was yummy.

She had on a black bra beneath that lifted those brown boobs up. I smiled at them as my MILF-teacher reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She took it off and unveiled her big breasts. I groaned at how gorgeous they were.

My hands shot out. MILF-tits were amazing. I loved them so much. I grabbed them. Squeezed them. I kneaded those tits. I gripped them and ducked my head down to latch onto her dark-brown nipple. I slid my lips over it.

“Miss Green,” she moaned as I suckled. “Oh, you are a naughty, naughty girl. I mean, futa.”

I winked at her as I nibbled on her nub with my lips. My glasses shifted on my nose while I swirled my tongue around her nipple. I stroked her areola, loving the feel of her in my mouth. This was so exciting.

She groaned, her hips wiggling. Her hands were busy. I heard fabric rasping. Was she pushing off her dark-gray skirt? I hoped so. My pussy clenched, my juices soaking my curls. They ran down my thighs, tickling me.

I loved that sensation so much. I savored the feel of the beads working down my thighs. My hips wiggled back and forth, my futa-cock swaying before me as I suckled on her nipple. I worshiped her nub as she moaned louder.

“Oh, Miss Green,” she groaned. “You’re apologizing with such elocution.”

I moaned around her nipple.

“Yes, yes, you’re making your feelings so clear to me, but…” She licked her lips. “I think there is a method that would be even more perfect to use for apologizing. On your knees. Your face buried in my snatch.”

I nodded and dropped to my knees before her. My futa-dick bobbed up and down as I stared at her black panties. Little holes pierced the front over her pubic mound and formed the picture of a… a rose. How sexy. I hooked the elastic waistband and drew them off.

I loved how they rolled off her hips and exposed her shaved pubic mound. I kissed at her smooth flesh, the spicy aroma of her pussy filling my nose. I worked her panties down her thighs now, staring at her thick pussy lips dripping in her passion.

I would deliver the greatest apology in the history of cunnilingus.

I worked the panties down her thighs farther and farther. I loved the way the cloth rolled down her thighs. I breathed in the scent of her pussy. This wicked aroma that filled my nose. My mouth salivated. I shoved her panties down to her ankles.

As she stepped out of them, I pounced.

“Miss Green!” she gasped.

I kissed her pussy lips. My tongue flicked through her folds. I lapped at her with hunger. I savored the delight of her cunt. I loved how delicious she tasted. How wonderful it was to eat her cunt. She had such an amazing twat. I licked at her cunt. I lapped at her with such hunger.

She groaned as flicked my tongue through her folds. I lapped at her again and again. She arched her back. She whimpered, her face tossing from side to side. Her big boobs swayed as I devoured her married cunt.

“You naughty slut,” she moaned. “Oh, Miss Green, what a nasty little futa-slut you are.”

“So nasty,” I moaned and thrust my tongue deep into her cunt.

She groaned, her hand holding me to her cunt. She pushed me into her folds. Her hips wiggled from side to side. She smeared her flesh across my lips. It was a thrill to have her doing that. I shuddered, my twat clenching and futa-dick throbbing.

She humped against me. She smeared her thick pussy lips across my mouth. The MILF groaned as my tongue fluttered through her folds. I stroked her petals. I nibbled on them, loving the feel of her between my mouth. She was so sexy.

“Oh, you are going to make me cum!” she moaned. “Keep apologizing, Miss Green! Don’t you stop!”

“Not until I’m drowning in your spicy cream!” I moaned.

I thrust my tongue into her cunt. I swirled around in her. I teased her, loving the taste of her cunt. She groaned as I did that. She shuddered on me. Her head tossed from side to side as I loved her twat. I licked at her with force. I brushed her clit.

She gasped as I did that. Her passion echoed through the room. I savored the way she trembled as I fucked my tongue in and out of her pussy. I swirled around in her until I brushed her clit, sending a nice delight through her body.

She gasped with passion as I did that.

Just teased her clit.

I stroked over it then plunged my tongue back into her cunt. I loved how she groaned. Her body quivered. Her big boobs swayed from side to side as I did that. She moaned with such passion as I stroked over her clit.

“That’s so good,” she gasped. “Oh, wow, you’re driving me wild.”

I winked at her and suckled on her clit.

“Yes, yes, just making me feel so good. I want to cum, Miss Green. Make me explode!”

I nibbled on her bud. I gave her what she craved. It was such a delight to flit my tongue around her. She trembled there, her body swaying back and forth as I nursed on her. She groaned, her boobs heaving. She gripped the back of my head.

My glasses slipped on my nose as she groaned. Her passion echoed through the classroom. Pussy cream ran down my chin. I knew I had her on the brink. she would gasp in ecstasy any moment now. I suckled hard on her.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Miss Green!”

Her spicy juices gushed out of her pussy and bathed my lips. I groaned, drinking down her passion. I flicked my tongue through her as the MILF gasped. Her breasts heaved over her as she soaked me in pussy cream.

She drenched me in all that passion she had. My eyes squeezed shut as the cream ran over my chin and down my throat. My futa-dick ached to be in her as I loved her pussy. She panted, swaying. She held me to her pussy as she quivered through the last moments of her orgasm.

“You naughty slut,” she groaned.

“Mmm, you haven’t seen anything yet,” I said. “Bend over the desk. I’m going to fuck your ass so hard.”

“My ass?” She arched an eyebrow at that.

“Oh, yes,” I said. “You know you want to feel this big, throbbing futa-dick sliding into your asshole. You’re going to love every single second of it.” I rose to my feet and grabbed my clit-cock. I wagged it up and down.

She swallowed. “What have you done to me?”

“Just being sexy.” I pushed up my glasses. “The sexist thing in the world, right? I’m so hot, you’re going to bend over, part your butt-cheeks, and beg me to fuck you.”

She sucked in a deep breath. A shudder ran through her. I treasured the wonderful moment when she surrendered to me. She turned around on her heels. The sexy MILF bent over, her pussy dripping with juices. She smacked both her hands on her rump and parted them.

“Please, please, fuck my ass with your big futa-dick!” she moaned. It was an incredible rush to hear her stay that. “Miss Green, please fuck my ass!”

“Yes, Mrs. Vanderbilt,” I cooed and advanced.

I pressed my futa-dick into her butt-crack. She shuddered as I moved my girl-dick down and down crevice. I loved it as I found her anal sheath. It was just an amazing thrill to push against the hot wife’s asshole.

“Ever done anal?” I asked as I pushed against her.

“Not since college,” she moaned. “At a party. On a dare.”

“Really?” I stroked her back. “A young Mrs. Vanderbilt was dared to be fucked in the ass, and you did it?”

“I was young and dumb and…” She gasped as her anal ring widened and swallowed my girl-dick. “But it didn’t feel this good. Oh, fuck, Miss Green!”

I reveled in the velvety grip of her asshole. I savored the way her bowels massaged me. My pussy clenched as the heat melted up my shaft. I stroked her sides as I sank to the hilt in her. She gasped and trembled on the desk. My bush rubbed into her rump.

I drew back my cock. She gasped, her anal sheath clamping down on me. My hands stroked her skin, loving the coffee-brown hue of my skin. I rammed into her anal sheath. I fucked her bowels hard, driving deep into her.

“Miss Green,” the married teacher moaned as I fucked her hard. “Oh, yes, yes, Miss Green!”

“Mrs. Vanderbilt,” I cooed, loving the sight of my ivory dick vanishing into her dark butt-cheeks. “You are such a slutty wife! Just loving my futa-dick!”

“Love it so much!” she moaned. “I almost fucked you in front of the class, but…”

“We don’t want to get you fired,” I groaned. My pheromones or whatever worked on MILFs and at least one husband. Maybe because he was a father? But I doubted the students would be cool if I fucked the MILF in the middle of class the way Mr. Hornburg was with me fucking his wife. “I want to fuck you at school all the time. I can’t lose you!”

“Yes!” she moaned.

She squeezed her bowels down around my dick as I fucked into her anal sheath. That wonderful massage sent such bliss racing through me. My pussy clenched, juices trickling down my thighs. I fucked her bowels hard.

Fast.

I buried into her with such force. I loved the way she held me. How she massaged me. It was a thrill to have her gripping me. She held me tight as I fucked her. I pounded her anal sheath, reveling in her velvety sheath.

She moaned, too. She squirmed on the desk, rubbing those big tits of hers into the smooth surface. I knew her nipples were tingling. I thrust away at her, my welted ass burning. I shuddered, savoring that reminder that I had to be on time to her class.

I stroked her sides with my pale fingers and found her boobs compressed by lying on the desk. I squeezed and kneaded them as I hammered her asshole. I loved how she gripped my futa-dick with her anal sheath as I played with her tits.

“Goddamn,” she moaned. “That dick… I can’t believe how much I love that dick in my asshole!”

“I know,” I purred. “Ooh, it’s just outstanding! You’re going to make me cum so hard. I’m going to flood your asshole!”

“Please,” she moaned. “Please, please, please flood my asshole!”

I loved hearing her say things like that. She groaned as I fucked into her anal sheath with such hard strokes. I fucked her hard. I buried into her bowels with such hard strokes. I fucked her with such passion. It was an incredible rush.

Her anal sheath clamped down on me. She held me tight. A shuddered, loving the heat of her bowels melting up my shaft and soaking pussy. My ovaries drank in the heat. They brimmed with the cum that I would fire into her asshole.

I would baste her with all my jizz.

Just flood her with so much of my girl-spunk.

I hammered her, my round breasts bouncing. My crotch smacked her rump. Her butt-cheeks jiggled as she moaned her passion. I slammed deep and hard into her. I fucked her with passion. I savored her gripping me. She held me tight as I plowed into her.

She massaged my dick as I fucked her with everything that I had. She groaned as I plowed into her with such force. Such passion. It was an incredible rush to pound her anal sheath with my futa-dick. My ovaries quivered, the pressure about to burst in me.

“Let me feel you cum on my futa-cock, Mrs. Vanderbilt,” I moaned.

“I am,” she groaned. “Oh, god, I really am. This is insane.” She clamped down on me. “I love this so much. I’m going to burst.”

“Yes, you are,” I groaned. “Just explode. I want to feel that hot cunt going wild around my dick.”

“Yes!” she moaned, her anal sheath holding me tight. She massaged me as I fucked into her with hard strokes. I plowed to the hilt in her bowels again and again. “Miss Green… You’re fantastic!”

The MILF’s asshole went wild around my cock. The married woman bucked on my cock as she climaxed over and over again. She massaged me with that delicious anal sheath. I groaned as I drew back my cock. Her flesh suckled at me.

“Cum in me!” she moaned as I plunged back into her writhing anal sheath.

“Yes, Mrs. Vanderbilt!” I moaned.

And like the good student I was, I listened to my teacher and exploded into her asshole.

My cum fired into her bowels. I flooded her with all that jizz. I pumped her full of my ecstasy as the dual delights of cumming as a futa swept through me. My pussy writhed, juices flooding down my thighs. Ecstasy fired from my clit-cock.

I filled her bowels with my spunk. I erupted over and over again. I groaned, my face twisting with the pleasures of cumming in her. She milked my clit-cock with her hot bowels. She massaged me as I filled her up.

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

“Shoot, that is,” she panted, her asshole rippling around me. “I can’t believe how good that is.”

I pumped a final spurt of my girl-cum into her bowels. I panted, my boobs rising and falling as the pleasure rippled through me. It was such a delight to have filled her with all my spunk. A shiver ran through my body.

I slid my futa-dick out of her asshole. Slowly. I savored her velvety sheath gripping me. The tip of my clit-rod drank in the stimulation. I popped out, breathing heavily. I shuddered as my girl-cock bobbed before me.

“Wow, that was a good fuck,” I said.

“You’re telling me.” She straightened and turned around. “You filled my asshole up with so much cum.”

“Mmm, I did,” I said. “Ooh, that was fun. You’re a delicious MILF to fuck, but there’s a problem.”

She arched an eyebrow at me.

“My cock is dirty,” I said. “I don’t want to put on my new panties. I was just in your asshole. Suck me clean.”

A shiver ran through her. “What are you?”

“A futa,” I said. “A cute dickgirl that makes your pussy wet.”

“I want to do that,” moaned the teacher. “I want to fall to my knees and worship your girl-dick even though it was just in my ass. I would never do that for any man, not even my husband, but for you… I just want to do it all with you. Why?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know, but who cares. You want to do it. I want you to do it. We’re both consenting, so let’s just enjoy it.”

“Yes,” she groaned and sank to her knees before me. The sexy, Black MILF grabbed the base of my cock and leaned in. “I can smell how earthy I am. Oh, my, that’s good.”

She licked my shaft. She slid her tongue up my dirty dick. I groaned as she did that. This heat washed through me. I groaned, savoring the feel of her licking at me. She lapped with passion on my shaft. It was an amazing rush.

“That’s so dirty,” she groaned. “But I love it. God almighty, I love it so much!’

She engulfed my cock.

I smiled as her lips slid over my futa-dick. She swallowed more and more of it. Pleasure rippled through my body as she worked her mouth down and down my dick. She suckled on me with passion. With such hunger.

She buffed my futa-dick clean with her hungry mouth. It was an incredible rush to have her suckling on me like that. I shuddered, her tongue buffing my girl-shaft clean as she bobbed her head. She worked her mouth up and down my shaft.

“Wow,” I groaned, my face contorting with delight. “Oh, wow, Mrs. Vanderbilt, you’re such a naughty MILF! Just sucking my dick clean!”

She arched an eyebrow at me.

I grinned down at her. “So naughty!”

She shook her head while sucking on my cock. She polished my futa-knob. I loved it. This was such a thrill. I would never get tired of a MILF sucking my girl-dick clean of her ass. Or another MILF’s asshole.

My pussy clenched, the heat building and building in me. My inexhaustible ovaries had another load of cum ready to erupt. Why did I have such stamina? I didn’t know, but that elixir I made was amazing. It had so many uses.

I shuddered as that hot mouth worked up and down my cock. I trembled as my futa-dick throbbed. Her tongue swept around the crown of my clit-rod. Delight shot down my shaft and rippled through my cunt.

“Yes,” I groaned. “Ooh, you are going to get a mouthful of cum!”

She suckled hard on me, bobbing her head.

“I know that’s just what you crave, Mrs. Vanderbilt!” I trembled. “Oh, wow, you’re such a naughty MILF. I love this so much. You’re just sucking on me with all that passion. Ooh, get ready for a flood of cum!”

She swirled her tongue around my crown, buffing my dick clean of all her ass. My ovaries quivered, the pressure building in them. I had so much jizz for her. Just so much girl-spunk to pump into her delicious mouth.

That wonderful MILF worked her mouth up and down my dick. She suckled on me with such passion. She worked her mouth up and down my cock. She suckled at me with all her passion. It was such a thrill to have her doing that. She polished my pole with such hunger. She nursed on me, my cunt clenching. The heat washed through me.

“Mrs. Vanderbilt,” I groaned. “Yes, yes, I love this!”

I trembled, my futa-dick throbbing in her mouth. She worked her lips up and down my cock. She reached around behind me. Her fingers slid over my asscheeks and down into my butt-crack. I quivered as she went for it.

“Such a dirty MILF,” I groaned to my Black teacher. “Mmm, do it!”

She rubbed her fingers around my asshole as she worked her mouth up and down my cock. I loved the heat building and building in my ovaries as she massaged my backdoor. Her fingers pushed against my sphincter. I quivered as my anal ring widened to swallow her two fingers.

They popped in. I shuddered as they sank into my bowels. This wonderful heat melted down to my pussy. My ovaries drank in the heat. She suckled hard on my dirty futa-dick while she fingered my asshole. I whimpered, rising toward that massive burst of pleasure.

“Oh, my god, just like that,” I groaned. “Ooh, that’s so good. Just like that. You’re going to make me cum so hard!”

She swirled her tongue around the crown of my girl-dick. I shuddered, the heat washing through me. My pussy clenched as I loved what she did to me, her digits plunging deep and hard into my anal sheath. It was an incredible thrill to have her sucking on me like this as she fingered my asshole.

I loved the velvety heat burning in my asshole as she nursed on my futa-dick. My cunt clenched, the juices spilling down my thighs as she flicked her tongue around my dick. She thrust those fingers deep into my bowels.

“Oh, Mrs. Vanderbilt!” I moaned as I hit that bursting point. My ovaries throbbed. “You rule! Wow!”

I erupted.

My girl-cum pumped into her mouth. I spurted over and over again. I loved the heat washing through me. My asshole convulsed around her fingers. Juices spilled out of my writhing pussy and soaked my thighs.

I bucked, my boobs bouncing as I fired all my cum into her mouth. Ecstasy washed through me and rapture crashed into my mind. My futa-jizz splashed against the back of her throat. I swayed here, loving this bliss Mrs. Vanderbilt gave me. It melted my mind.

“Oh, wow, that’s amazing!” I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.

I kept spurting into her, my bowels rippling around her digits buried in my anal sheath. The dual pleasures washed through me. She swallowed so much of my bliss. I quivered through all that passion. I threw back my head and fired the last blast of my spunk.

“Oh, Mrs. Vanderbilt,” I panted. “Ooh, that was just amazing.”

She slid her mouth off my futa-dick and pulled her fingers out of my asshole. She rose, her stomach rubbing against the tip of my clit-cock. I shuddered. Her boobs grazed mine, our nipples nearly kissing. She shoved her digits into my mouth.

I groaned, sucking the sour flavor of my asshole off them. I groaned, my tongue sweeping around her digits. I polished them, loving the dirty flavor. She arched an eyebrow at me as I suckled with passion on them.

She pulled them out of my mouth and purred, “Someone’s a dirty slut.”

“Oh, yes,” I moaned and kissed her with hunger.

I tasted my salty cum on her lips, my futa-dick throbbing against her. This was such a wonderful way to pass my precalculus class. My tongue danced around in her mouth as she worked her lips against mine. I quivered in delight.

She groaned and broke the kiss. “My, my, you’re such a naughty girl, but…”

“You have to kick me out of here because you’re done taking advantage of me,” I gasped in mock shock. “Just throwing me to the wolves.”

“Basically,” she said, an amused smile on her lips. She turned around and headed for her desk. “I’ll write you a pass so you won’t get in trouble with…”

“Mr. Wong.”

“Ah.” She scrawled something as I looked around for my clothes.

I found my cute, red panties and slipped them up, my cock fitting in them nicely. Then I pulled on my red bra. It fit so comfortably. I drew on my black skirt and purple blouse. By then, she had finished writing the note, her butt-crack dripping with my pearly futa-spunk.

I loved being a dirty, dirty futa.

She slipped the note into my cleavage, the naughty MILF, as she gave me a parting gift. I loved the flavor of her lips. I shuddered and turned, heading out the door. Another MILF added to my collection. It was so wild.

I strode through the halls. Precalculus was already over halfway done. I had a skip to my steps as I headed that way. I soon reached Mr. Wong’s classroom. I pulled the note out of my cleavage before entering. He glanced at me.

“Sorry,” I said, holding out the note. I hadn’t actually read it. He took it. Blinked. He glanced at me. I swallowed.

“Take your seat, Miss Green,” he said.

“Okay,” I said and headed to my seat. Some of the students were glancing at me. Some of the popular girls. They gave each other looks. I frowned at that. What was going on with them? One leaned over and whispered to the other. They burst into giggles.

“Quiet,” Mr. Wong ordered as he stood at the front of the room. “Now, let’s get back to differential equations.”

I sat down, listening carefully. This sort of math was useful and important. I wrote down with care as he spoke. I kept feeling girls glancing back at me. And some of the guys. I frowned, what was going on? Was there some weird rumor about me?

Or were they just seeing that I had a nice pair of round C’s and a cuter face? I pushed up my glasses and didn’t care. I was even coming around to my bushy, red hair. Mom and the other MILFs liked it.

Still. I couldn’t help but wonder if Shanice was up to something. She did know about my futa-dick.

Maybe I shouldn’t have told her to suck it?

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Alexa Green

I had to buy something for my futa-daughter. Lisa was just a special dickgirl, and I wanted to make love to her in a special way. She was a virgin, and that needed to change. So I headed out to my minivan and hopped in, throwing my purse on the passenger seat.

I backed out of the driveway and followed my GPS. I had never been to this store. Romantic Delights. It was a store that sold… naughty things. I quivered with excitement as I headed out to my first-ever sex shop.

A nervous energy fluttered through me as I drove. I quivered, my eyes flicking down to my wedding ring. I still wore it. I was a widow, and Eddy would want me to be happy—I don’t think he meant with our daughter—but he still would want me to be happy.

And I wanted to be happy, too. This was the chance for it. I could feel it. I had to take it. A wave of excitement washed over me as I followed the GPS out to the strip mall thirty minutes from home. I pulled into the driveway, staring at the sign.

Romantic Delights had a big pair of woman’s lips pursed in a kiss behind the name on the sign. The windows were all tinted far darker than the nail salon and hair salon that flanked it. A laundry mat rounded off one end of the strip mall and a liquor store on the other.

I climbed out of my minivan, clutching my purse in a nervous hand. I took a deep breath and headed to the doors. I pushed them open. I looked around at the naughty magazines on display. Then my gaze turned to the wall full of sex toys.

There were so many of them.

Which strap-on should I buy? I had no idea.

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