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Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodite/Female, Oral Sex, Virgin, Supernatural, Hot Wife, Cheating

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Lydia Murphy

I grabbed Mom’s panties lying on the top of the hammer down in the laundry room.

A wave of naughty desire rippled through me at the sight of the silk panties. They were purple with black lace. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at them. I couldn’t help myself. Just the idea those were freshly-worn panties made my own pussy so wet.

I grabbed them and pressed them to my face. I breathed in the tangy aroma. That was my mom’s pussy. I breathed in again. I couldn’t help myself. I just wanted to be with a girl so much, but I was so shy. What if they weren’t lesbians.

Every woman I knew was straight.

I hopped onto the edge of the washer machine and rubbed my mother’s freshly worn panties into my face. I breathed in deeply, savoring that wicked scent. That was incestuous pussy. I quivered in delight and licked at her crotch.

I slid my hand down to my skirt. I hiked up the gray, pleated skirt of my high school’s uniform. I slid my fingers up and up, my fifteen-year-old body trembling with my excitement. I just had to touch myself. That would be so wild.

My fingers found my white panties. I felt the frill of lace around the leg hole. I slipped inside to my shaved pussy. I kept myself bare just in case. I slid over my hot lips to my virgin twat. I stroked up and down my flesh.

“Yes,” I whimpered as I stroked myself.

I closed my eyes, trying to think of anyone else to masturbate to than my mother. It was so wrong to imagine her. I stroked up and down my folds, focusing on anyone but Mom. I thought about my best friend Naomi.

Brown hair in pigtails. Her cute braces. The way she smiled. Or what about bitchy Buffy. She that she was hot shit since her daddy was rich. She strutted around the high school like she owned the place in her gorgeous outfits and bleached-blonde hair.

I would love to drop to my knees before her and make her squeal in rapture.

The sexy cheer squad bounced in my mind, especially Kate Miller with her red ponytail swaying behind her. Ooh, I would love to grip that tail as she munched on my cunt. I rubbed harder at my twat as I fought off thoughts of my busty mother.

The school nurse was such a sexy woman. Nurse Betty was so hot. She would look sexy in a slutty nurse’s outfit with a white cap and matching thigh-highs. She would tend to my pussy. “Oh, my, there is something wrong. I’ll have to apply a special ointment with my tongue all over your cunt, Lydia.”

I rubbed faster at my pussy while sniffing in deep the tangy aroma of my mother’s pussy.

Coach Barns, a sexy Black woman with ebony skin. She would look so hot with my pale thighs wrapped around her dark face as she ate me out. Or my art teacher, Mrs. Devi. A gorgeous, red-brown beauty from the Indian subcontinent with a delectable accent.

“I’ll be your nude model, Mrs. Devi,” I moaned in my mind, picturing myself arousing her with my youthful beauty. “Mmm, it’s okay if you can see my pussy. I won’t tell your husband.”

My French teacher, Mrs. Pelletier, could give me lessons in kissing. The French knew all about love. She could show me how to grope a woman’s tits then hot to go down on her pussy and make her squeal in delight. I would drown in her pussy juices.

My hot math teacher was an Asian cutie. Ms. Yamashita would show me a new way to do artithmitic with her tongue by eating me out.

Mrs. Jiménez next door would be so hot. A sexy, Latina MILF with big boobs and such glorious, golden-brown skin. I could eat her pussy. And maybe her daughter would catch me munching on the married woman’s pussy.

“You have to eat my pussy or I’ll tell my papa,” Alba would say as she watched me eating out her mother.

I would eat them both out. That would be so hot.

I focused on all those cuties as I tried not to think of my mother, but it was so hard. She was such a sexy woman. If she came down here and caught me masturbating like this, she would have to drop to her knee and eat me out.

“Let me show you how to really cum, sweetie,” I imagined Mom saying.

I rubbed faster at my cunt. My orgasm built and built as I stroked up and down my naughty slit. My clit burst with sparks every time I touched it. My virgin pussy clenched as the heat built and built in me. I would have a mighty climax.

I was so close to bursting. Just so close to exploding with such bliss. I groaned as my fingers danced over my clit. I whimpered, my body quivering on the washer machine. I trembled in my school uniform, my nipples so hard.

I wanted to make love to them all. I wanted to eat Mom’s pussy. Just nuzzle into her thick bush and find her tangy folds. I would lap at her with hunger. Just stroke my tongue through her folds and make her squeal in delight.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned in my imagination. “Oh, that’s it. You’re just such a good girl, Lydia. That’s how you eat Mommy’s pussy. You feast on it.”

I was so close to cumming. My toes curled in my ankle socks. I whimpered, my brassy hair swaying around my face. I loved this so much. I craved all the lesbian passion I could drown in. I stroked my bud. It throbbed as I was about to—

Footsteps crashed down the stairs.

Fear shot through me. I jumped off the washer and ripped my hands from my panties as my older sister, the one girl I didn’t imagine at all, appeared. I shoved my hand holding the panties behind my back as she stopped.

Daphne was seventeen, two years older than me. She wore the same school uniform, though she rolled up her skirt so it was shorter. Her dyed-purple hair swayed about her shoulders as she arched a thin, blonde eyebrow.

“What are you doing?” she asked, my cheeks burning.

“Just dropping off some d-dirty laundry, I said.

“Liar,” she said and grabbed the front of my skirt. It had bunched up and tucked into my panties instead of falling down me. Then she grabbed my right hand and pulled it out from behind my back. She stared at my fingers dripping in juices. “You were diddling yourself.”

“Daphne,” I said, squirming, hating that malicious glint in her blue eyes. She was always such a bullying cunt.

“And are you holding a pair of Mom’s panties behind your back?” she asked. “Jilling to mom’s panties. That’s pervy. You’re just a dirty dyke, aren’t you?”

I trembled, about to cry. “P-please, don’t tell, Mom.”

“Well…” She tapped her foot as I squirmed there, my heart racing. She looked so thrilled that she had caught me. Positively ecstatic. I shuddered as she flicked her gaze up and down me, sizing me up. “I am supposed to weed the garden.”

“Yes, yes, I’ll do it,” I said. “Just don’t tell!”

“Well,” she said, reaching behind me and ripping Mom’s panties from my hand. She tossed those into the hamper. “Get to it.”

I raced out of the basement. Mom was in the kitchen. I darted upstairs to change out of my uniform. I did it in a flash. I took off my white blouse with my high school’s coat of arms on it, a blue lion with the red letters S P behind it for Stonewall Prep. I dropped my skirt and pulled on a pair of old jeans and a gray blouse that had a hole on the side.

I rushed back downstairs and grabbed my tennis shoes. I slipped them on and headed outside, Mom saying something to me, but I was out the door. I hit the gardening shed to grab gloves, a plastic bucket, and the trowel. Then it was off to the garden.

I headed to the nearest flower bed, the soil rich and black with white specs in it. I spotted the first weed and dug in. I tore it out, dirt spilling from the roots, and tossed it into the bucket. I moved onto the next, sweat beading my forehead.

It was on the fourth or fifth root when my trowel clanged into something metal. I nudged at it and could hear it clunking. Weird. I started excavating it, revealing a metal panel. It was bigger than I thought it was. How did this get here?

It was the size of a lunch box, but wasn’t. It was all metal and corroded. It looked like it had been buried for a while. It was a box, though, with a rusted clasp and dirt-clogged hinges. I drew it out and set it down before me.

It looked like it was from the 1800s. There were no markings on it, but it was battered. Dented in spots. I tried to get the latch up, but corrosion had seized it in place. So I banged on it with the handle. A bit of rust burst free.

The hinges creaked as I opened it.

Inside was faded, blue velvet that cradled a brass lamp. Like a genie lamp. It was horribly corroded. Just in such a sorry state. I rubbed at it, but nothing happened. I peered down the spout. It had some dirt clogged in it. I knocked it against the box.

Some powdery red stuff spilled out. I opened up the lid and stared inside. It was just an oil chamber. No genie living inside, sadly. I capped it up and stared at it. Where had this come from? I doubted Mom would have buried this in her flower garden. It must have been here for a long, long time.

Finders keepers?

I put the lamp back in the box. I bet if I polished it up, I could sell it to a second-hand shop. Maybe put it on eBay. It might even be worth something. It must be an antique. I mean, there was a reason genie lamps look how they did. They were based on real oil lamps. The spout was where the wick went that led down to the oil tank.

I went back to weeding, humming as I worked.

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I squirmed on my stool before the easel. I was painting like the others. Well, trying to. I was so horny. Mrs. Devi was just so sexy. The Indian MILF had such lovely, red-brown skin and sleek and glossy black hair. She had that British accent, too.

“Let the brush speak to you,” she said. “When you’re expressing yourself, there are no wrong choices. Your art might not resonate with others, but we’re working on expressing our inner delights.”

I was painting a flower. A pretty, pink flower with blushing petals. I couldn’t help but wonder what sort of petals Mrs. Devi had. I would love to run my brush over her pussy. What would it be like to paint in a woman’s juices?

Mix them with the oil paints and make this art O’Keeffe could get behind.

She was just so gorgeous, and she wasn’t the only one. I was sitting next to Buffy. She might be a snobby bitch, but she had such flawless skin, and her bosom… I wanted to bury my face in her cleavage. She wasn’t wearing her bow tie and had a few buttons of her blouse undone. Her legs were gorgeous, too. She had these knee-high boots on and her gray skirt was riding high to show off so much creamy thigh.

On my other side, I had my best friend Naomi sitting. She was just a cutie with her pigtails and braces. I so wish I had the courage to take that step into lezzie experimentation with her, but I was just too scared of ruining our friendship.

She was straight, after all.

Perfectly straight.

So I kept working on my flower. She blossomed. I tried to get some dewdrops on there, but I utterly botched it. My flower just wasn’t… as perfect as I would like. I wasn’t happy with it at all. I sighed as Mrs. Devi came by.

“Oh, that’s good,” she said. “You have real potential. Good balance of color save for that blue. Trying to do droplets?”

I nodded.

“Hard with oil paints,” she said. “But you should push yourself. Even if it isn’t as perfect as it is in your head.” She leaned down. “It never is. Reality is never perfect. Every masterpiece has flaws. They wouldn’t be masterpieces without the little mistakes and imperfections. Art is humanity, and no human is perfect.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Devi,” I said, her perfume filling my nose. I wanted to stare down the cleavage she was showing off, but I resisted.

My pussy was so wet.

Class was almost over, so she started us on cleanup. I busied myself, so wanting to get home and masturbate. Naomi asked if I wanted to come over and hang out. I lied and said I had some chores. I normally did, but…

I needed to masturbate. I was just so wet today.

“Kay,” she said, so understanding. I felt bad for lying about her. I knew she would be in my fantasies tonight.

I joined the flood of other students who were thrilled the school day was over. I took the school bus home. I was soon walking up to my house and saw that my sister was home. I sighed. Why was she here? I didn’t want her to be here. I wanted to masturbate in peace.

I felt too self-conscious after being nearly caught by her.

I found her in the living room. She was lying on the couch playing around on her phone, the TV off. She didn’t look at me as I hurried by. I raced upstairs, so wet. My poor panties were soaked. I reached my room.

I glanced at the lamp on my desk. I wiggled out of my panties and tossed them into the hamper before taking out my sexual frustrations on it. I had some polish Mom gave me and went back to buffing it clean. I had about half of it all nice and shiny.

It was rather beautiful.

I rubbed over it with the polish. The stuff smelled bad. I cracked the window and kept going at it. I worked in small patches, rubbing in rapid circles before moving on. I worked over the body, the lid, and the handle. I finally got down to the base.

I rubbed at the last section. Just as I polished off the last of the grime and the corrosion, the lamp shook in my hand. I gasped and pushed back my computer chair. It rolled on the plastic mat. A pink smoke issued from the end of the lamp.

I gasped in shock at the smoke swirling and dancing in the air before me. It swirled into a shape. It looked like a girl sitting on my desk, legs crossed, hands resting on her knee. The shape of breasts appeared. Nipples. A smile appeared on a foggy face. Wisps spilled from her head to suggest hair. The last of the smoke hissed out.

With a pop, the cloud became a naked girl. She had dusky-brown skin and black hair. Her warm, brown eyes fixed on me. A smile spread on her plump, pink lips. I swallowed, her round breasts jiggling. She had dark-brown nipples that puckered hard.

“Mistress,” the genie said. “How wonderful to be summoned. Thank you for taking such good care of my lamp and freeing me from that nasty, lead box.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said, my heart racing. Was I going crazy? “You’re a…”

“Genie,” she said. “I am Amina, the genie of the lamp. It is a pleasure to be summoned by you, Mistress.”

“Uh, yeah,” I said. “Um…”

“Yes, I grant wishes,” she said. “I am bound to serve the lesbian who found me.”

“L-lesbian,” I spluttered. No one knew I was gay except my sister. Well, she must suspect after catching me sniffing Mom’s panties. “How do you know that I’m… I’m a…”

“You found the box and my lamp,” she said. “You summoned me. Only a true lesbian can do that. I am using the right word? I haven’t had a Mistress who spoke this language before.”

“It’s the right word,” I said. No point in denying it. “So, I get wishes?”

“Yep,” said the genie. “Up to eleven of them, but you only get one right now. You have to earn the others.”

“Oh,” I said. “Um, how do I do that.”

“We’ll get to that,” said the genie. She smiled at me, this wicked gleam in her eyes. “So, what will your first wish be? And don’t worry, I won’t try to twist your words or anything. I want you to have a positive and fun experience.”

“Okay,” I said. My mother flashed in my mind, but I was too scared to wish for that. It was incest. Shame washed over me for even thinking about it. But maybe… There was a way to wish for it that didn’t make me seem… weird.

Could I wish for that? I stared at the genie who gave me this expectant look. She was waiting for me to say something. I swallowed. I had to do this. I had to wish for something, and this was what I deeply desired. I was a pervert, but…

“I wish for all girls and women to be attracted to me!” I all but screamed out, shocked by how it exploded out of me. A wave of shameful heat washed through me. My pussy clenched at just the idea of having any woman I wanted.

Amina folded her arms beneath her round boobs and nodded. “Done!”

I didn’t feel anything, but then Amina slipped off the desk and stood before me. I swallowed as she cupped my face with her delicate fingers. The beautiful, Arabic genie leaned in and stole my first kiss. My eyes squeezed shut at the warmth of her mouth on mine.

I couldn’t believe I was having my first kiss, and it was with a genie. This was so crazy. I shuddered here as her tongue thrust into my mouth. She wiggled it about, stirring such wicked heat through me.

I groaned at how amazing it was to kiss someone. A girl.

Soft lips.

The sweetness of her.

I groaned as our tongues kept dancing. Her finger stroked my cheeks, the fire of their touch running through me. I felt so good as she slid her fingers down and down my cheeks to my neck. She had to feel my fluttering pulse. My heart pounded so fast.

She gripped my shoulders and pushed me back. I groaned, kissing her as I retreated across my bedroom, my tartan skirt swirling. I wasn’t wearing any panties, my shaved pussy dripping with juices. They ran down my thighs.

I hit the bed and shuddered as the naked genie kept pushing.

I broke the kiss and sat down on my bed. I gasped as I was staring at her naked belly. She had such a cute bellybutton. An innie. I wanted to kiss her. To thrust my tongue into that divot and swirl around in her. My heart pounded in my chest. This was so wild.

I licked my lips as I slid my gaze down to her thick bush. She had black curls that beaded with juices. A spicy scent filled my nose. That wasn’t my tangy pussy. That was Amina’s. The genie was wet for me. I trembled there as she leaned down.

“You are such a pretty thing, Mistress Lydia,” she cooed before cupping my face again.

She kissed me.

I groaned, my second kiss as glorious as the first. I loved it. My lips worked on hers. Our tongues danced together. This heat swept through me. This wild heat had me shuddering. My tongue worked around in her mouth.

I loved this.

I savored this moment.

I groaned, my tongue dancing around in her mouth. I flicked about in her, teasing her. She groaned as I did that. I wanted to just do such wicked things to her. She made me so wet. My pussy clenched as she slid her hands down to my shoulders.

She didn’t push me back. This time, her fingers slid up my collarbone and found the bow tie I wore. She pulled on it. The cloth whisked until the knot came undone. She drew it off. I shuddered as she tossed it to the side.

Her fingers found the buttons of my blouse. She undid the first. The second.

We were going to make love!

She undid the third. The fourth. I whimpered into her kiss as she worked down until she untucked my blouse and undid the last button. She opened it and pushed it off my shoulders. I quivered, kissing her so hard as she slid her hands up my sides to find my bra.

She broke the kiss and stared at my brassier. “What a curious bit of underwear.”

“It’s my bra,” I said. “Um… I supposed they didn’t have bras a long time ago.”

“No. Women wore linen or cotton gowns beneath their clothes for underwear. You didn’t have anything beneath your blouse but this. Fascinating.”

I blushed as she stroked it.

“How do I get it off?” she asked. “It fits tight about you. And the stitching is so fine like with your clothing.”

“Um, it hooks in the back,” I said, blushing. “I usually do this.”

I took in a deep breath before slipping my arms out of the straps. I shoved the bra down off my small breasts. The genie purred at the sight of my hard, pink nipples. I twisted the band around so the clasp was in front of me and undid it.

“Very, very delicious,” she said, her hands stroking up my sides to rube at my little breasts. “Mmm, those are so cute.”

She ducked her head down and suckled on my nipple. I gasped at the pleasure that burst from my nub. My eyes widened. I had no idea that my nub could be so sensitive. That it could feel like that. This was incredible.

I shuddered, my pussy clenching with the pleasure of this moment. My heart raced at how good it felt. I licked my lips, so confused right now. Confused and so aroused. My pussy was so wet as her hands slid down to my skirt.

She hooked her fingers into the waistband and started tugging. I squirmed as the elastic waistband stretched over my hips. I fell back, pulling her mouth from my nipple. I lifted my rump so she could draw off the tartan skirt.

“My, my, and such short skirts,” she said. Her eyes fell on my bare pussy. “And you don’t have any underwear on beneath it.”

“I had my panties,” I said, “but I took them off when I got home. They were… soaking wet.”

“Mmm, I can imagine,” she said. “So you wear little pants beneath. How strange.”

“I think they started out as pants or bloomers, but now they’re very small,” I said. “Just cover the butt and pussy.”

“And you shave,” she said. “Mmm, how delicious.”

She lowered her head. I trembled. I was about to receive head for the first time. Experience cunnilingus on my dripping pussy. I quivered as her dusky hands fell on my ivory thighs. She pushed my legs farther apart. Her black curls spilled around her cheeks.

Her lips kissed my pussy. I groaned at the feel of her smooch on my vulva. A wave of heat rushed through me at the touch on my virgin pussy. She stroked through my folds, her tongue furrowing my labia and brushing my clit.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, heedless of my sister being home. The door opened. Mom was back, too. “Amina!”

“Ooh, that’s yummy,” she moaned. “Virgin pussy. How lucky for me.”

She licked at me again and again. She stroked her tongue through my folds. I groaned at the heat she stirred through me. I squirmed on my back as I enjoyed every moment of her licking and lapping at me. She knew what she was doing to me.

I trembled there, my heart racing as she tongued over my pussy folds. She brushed my hymen, the barrier keeping her from sliding into me and doing even naughtier things to me. I trembled, my back arching as I humped against her.

“Amina!” I moaned as the delight of her licking swept through me. “Oh, Amina, I have to be quiet. I can’t be caught!”

The genie winked at me as if I didn’t have to worry. Like she was doing magic or something.

I shuddered and relaxed into the wonderful treat of having a girl go down on me. My own genie. This was so wonderfully insane. Her tongue flicked over my vulva. She licked at my slit and my clit again. I gasped as she did that.

I humped against her, reveling in every last second of this delight. It was just a fantastic thrill to have her doing that. She stroked over my naughty flesh. I shuddered and humped against her. I treasured every last second of this delight.

“Amina,” I whimpered as she caressed my bud.

“Mmm,” she purred. “Such a yummy pussy. Ooh, virgin twat is wondrous! Just awesome.” She paused. “That is a wonderful word. Awesome. I love that your language has it. Just awesome!”

She dove back into my pussy and did just amazing licking. I savored that so much as she flicked her tongue up and down my slit. I groaned, my body quivering with the delight she gave me. It was an awesome thing to enjoy.

This was just perfect. Just what I needed to experience. A big smile spread on my lips as her tongue flicked through my folds. I trembled here, squeezing my thighs around her face. I humped against her, the pleasure building and building in me.

“Oh, oh,” I moaned, enjoying that delight so much. It was a pure delight to have her lapping at me like that. My head tossed from side to side. It was glorious. I enjoyed it so much. “You’re driving me wild. Ooh, ooh, that’s so good.”

“It is,” she purred. “Mmm, you’re just yummy.”

She nibbled on my clit, bringing me closer and closer to cumming. I loved what she did to me. It was perfect to have her doing that. I shuddered, my entire body quivering with delight. She suckled on me. Her tongue stroked over my bud.

I could feel it. That building pressure growing in me. My impending climax felt even stronger than any I had experienced. This was it. I would have an awesome burst of bliss. I would just explode with every bit of bliss that I had. I couldn’t wait for it to sweep through me.

I humped against her, loving how she licked and lapped at me. She stroked her tongue over my slit. It was a perfect moment to feel her doing that to me. My thighs gripped her head. I held her tight to me. Her tongue brushed my clit again. She nibbled on my bud.

I burst in delight.

“Amina!” I gasped, my bed creaking.

The pleasure washed through me. This wonderful ecstasy drowned my mind. Stars flashed before my vision. It was an outstanding rush. The rapture swirled through my thoughts as my pussy spasmed. She licked up my virgin juices.

My genie drank my cunt cream. This was so awesome. I loved cumming on a woman’s mouth for the first time. My teenage body shuddered through this bliss. It was a fantastic delight. My eyes rolled back in my head.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Ooh, that’s just outstanding. Oh, damn, that’s good. I love it. I love it so much. Yes!”

A wave of delight swept through me. It was an incredible rush to have all that pleasure sweeping through me. I trembled through this ecstasy. Every moment of rapture burned through me. Stars danced before my eyes.

I hit the peak of my delight as the naughty genie lapped at me. I fell back on my bed, my heart pounding. Pleasure burned through my veins. I licked my lips, my entire body buzzing. I panted as I stared up at my ceiling. I felt like I was floating on a bed of clouds.

“Mmm, good one?” asked Amina.

“Best one,” I gasped. “Oh, wow, that was awesome.” I giggled. “That is such a great word!”

“Mmm, now for the next part,” said the wanton genie. “I get to deflower you!”

“Oh, like with a dildo?” I asked. “Or maybe my hairbrush handle.”

“With my futa-cock!” she said. “Ooh, that’s a fun thing to call me. I’m a futa-genie with a clit-dick. My, my, such fun words.”

“Um… What?”

“I’m a hermaphrodite,” she said. “Futanari seems to be the right word to describe a sexy chick—me!—who can grow her clitoris into a cock—also me! Isn’t that neat?”

I was about to voice my confusion when she rose up onto her knees, her hands on her hips. From amid her thick, black bush, something pink emerged. I sat up and gasped as I watched the pink nub swell bigger and bigger. The hue faded to her dusky brown while the tip became… Spongy. Almost like the cap of a mushroom on a very thick stalk that was growing huger by the second.

“That’s a cock,” I spluttered as I watched it grow bigger and bigger.

“A clit-cock,” Amina said with pride. “I’m a futa-genie. Ooh, isn’t that a beautiful cock. All lesbians love girls with dicks. I can fuck you and cum in you and you’ll have so much fun.”

“But… but…” I swallowed as her girl-cock reached such huge size. That had to be over a foot. “You can’t… I mean…”

I should be saying, “I’m gay. I’m not into cocks.” But…

My pussy clenched. This wave of heat rushed through me at the size of her throbbing member. It was so sexy seeing her with her round boobs and a big dick. She was undeniably female. I could even see her pussy folds through her black curls.

She was a woman that had a dick. A… futa-dick. A hot shiver ran through me as she licked her lips and crawled to me. She was so sexy. I couldn’t believe this. It was insane, but there she was leaning down to suckle on my nipple.

She nibbled on my nub as I just… sank back down. She followed me down, the naughty sensations shooting down to my pussy. I squirmed there, my cunt on fire. It was absolutely drenched. I soaked my bush and loved it.

I swallowed, my heart pounding as she popped her mouth off my nub and grinned at me. She moved up my body and kissed me. My lips melted to hers. I trembled as her round boobs pressed into my small titties and…

Her big futa-cock nuzzled into my virgin folds.

I was about to have my cherry popped by a girl… with a dick.

A futanari. The word was so naughty. I kissed her back as I was so ready for this. I wanted it more than I could possibly realize. She thrust against me. I shuddered as my hymen stretched and stretched. Then I gasped.

My cherry popped.

Her futa-dick speared into me. This sexy girl who felt so soft on me with her round boobs had her hard cock spearing into my pussy. Her thick, long clit-rod. I shuddered as that shaft entered deeper and deeper into me.

I had a pussy that was made to be filled. But I never, ever wanted a man. I only wanted women to fill me up with their girl-dicks. I enjoyed this so much as she filled me up with all her girl-cock. It was a wondrous moment to have her in me.

She broke the kiss and smiled. “Mmm, Mistress Lydia, you feel so wondrous around my futa-cock.”

“Amina,” I groaned, squeezing my cunt down around her. “You feel so awesome in me. I can’t believe you have that. This is magical.”

“Exactly,” she said, a big smile on her lips. “It’s exactly that. Magic. Genie magic.”

She kissed me again as I squeezed my cunt around her futa-dick. She drew back her cock. I shuddered at the feel of her big shaft massaging me. The pleasure rippled through me. It was so different from masturbation. Or from cunnilingus.

She pumped away at me. Her futa-dick plunged into my juicy depths and slid back out. I squeezed down around her, reveling in this pleasure. It was an outstanding rush to have her burying into me over and over again.

I broke the kiss, gasping, “Amina! Amina!”

“Mmm, you’re just delicious,” she cooed. “Ooh, I don’t know what language this is, but I love it!”
“English!” I moaned. “It’s English!”

“Never heard of it,” she gasped, thrusting away so hard. “Ooh, it’s been a thousand years since my last Mistress. I’m going to have so much fun with you!”

“Sure!” I squeezed my pussy down on her futa-dick. How could I not want to have a bunch of fun with her? She was just amazing. I loved this so much.

I savored how she buried her futa-dick into me over and over again. I had a genie. I could make wishes. I made one wish. I could do something so naughty with it. I trembled beneath her as she drilled her futa-cock deep and hard into me.

She plowed into my pussy with everything that she had. I squeezed down on her, my heart pounding in my chest as she plowed to the hilt in me. I quivered there, gripping her with my juicy pussy.

“Oh, that’s so good,” she whimpered. “Ooh, you feel so tight around me!”

“Good,” I whimpered as she thrust into me over and over again. “Just don’t stop. You’re driving me wild. Ooh, that’s so good.”

I trembled beneath her, enjoying every second of her burying into me. I loved the way she fucked me with her big futa-dick. I squeezed down on her, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t take more of this.

Her breasts rubbed against my small nipples. I shuddered at the way her nipples grazed mine. Sparks flared. I loved the heat sweeping through me. It was a pure delight to enjoy that big cock plowing into me. I couldn’t take any more.

I burst into rapture.

I squealed as my pussy spasmed around her girl-dick. I bucked beneath her, reveling in this bliss. This wondrous rapture swept through me. I groaned through my ecstasy. It was an outstanding rush. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back in my head as the waves of rapture drowned my mind.

“Oh, yes,” she squealed, burying her futa-dick into my pussy. “Mistress Lydia! Love it!”

Her futa-dick erupted.

She pumped blast after blast of cum into my pussy. I loved the heat splashing against my cervix. My cunt spasmed around her erupting clit-dick. She bathed my twat with all her hot jizz. I never imagined this would feel this amazing.

This wondrous.

I shuddered through every last moment of this bliss. I quivered with all this rapture that washed through me. I gasped out in delight, my pussy spasming around her futa-cock, milking out all her cum. I was in heaven.

Just quivering through pure rapture.

“Oh, Amina,” I moaned as my pussy rippled around her girl-cock. I suckled out her jizz. I felt a last spurt of her hot cum into me. “Oh, my!”

“Mmm,” she purred, her girl-cock throbbing in me. “That was so good. I’m so glad to share that delight with you.”

“Me, too,” I moaned, my heart pounding with joy. “That was wonderful.” I squirmed beneath her. “Um…”

“You’re wondering how you get more wishes,” she said and rolled off me. She sat up, folded her arms beneath those succulent, round breasts, and nodded her head.

On my fingers, ten rings appeared. I blinked. Each one was gold with a different gem on them. Not precious gems, I didn’t think. They were all different. One was definitely jade, another was lapis lazuli. One had the pinkish sparkle of rose quartz, and that yellow gem was probably a citrine. The clear one wasn’t diamond, it didn’t have that inner fire when light passed through it. One was milky, almost like the moon. The turquoise was pretty.

“So, you get another wish when you give a woman one of those rings and make her a part of your harem,” said the genie. “Very wise of you to wish that all women are attracted to you. Very wise. It’ll make recruiting them so easy.”

“Oh,” I said. “Wow. Really?” Women danced in my head. All those women I masturbated to flashed in my thoughts until… I ended on my mother. The one I wanted the most. The one that I could never have.

“I can see that you have an idea for one,” said Amina. She smiled at me. “I’ll be chilling in my lamp.” She giggled. “Chilling. I love this language!”

She burst into pink smoke and headed for her lamp. I swallowed. Mom was home. I could go and… and… Yes, I could. I could go and do things with her that made my clit pulse and throb and… I stared down at my clit growing from the shaved folds of my pussy.

“Wait, wait, I’m a futa now?” I gasped as I watched it grow into a big, throbbing clit-dick.

“I forgot,” came from the lamp. It had a brassy ring to it. “You can make your clit turn into a clit-dick, too. Neat. Give a woman a ring, and I’ll pop on out of here and grant you a wish, Mistress Lydia.” She giggled. “Or, if you just want to fuck, rub my lamp and we can have a booty call.” She laughed louder. “Booty call! What is this language? It’s awesome!”

I swallowed. Mom. I could be with Mom. My heart raced as I jumped off my bed. I shook as my new futa-dick bobbed before me. The shaft was the same peachy-beige as my skin with the tip pink and throbbing. Liquid dripped from it. I shuddered and focused on it shrinking.

It grew smaller and smaller. That was… interesting. I could feel it dwindling, the ache at the tip fading until it was a little, pink bud nestled in my folds again. I licked my lips and grabbed my tartan skirt. I drew that up my legs, my round boobs jiggling.

I grabbed a tank top out of my dresser and pulled it over. I was going to seduce my mother. This was so wild. I couldn’t believe I was about to enjoy Mom. To cross that forbidden line. This wanton rush shot through me.

“Let’s do this,” I whispered and darted for the door. I rushed down the stairs and reached the bottom. I could hear her in the kitchen. It sounded like she was making dinner.

“Is that you, Lydia?” Mom called.

This was it. I just had to dart in there and… and…

Panic swept through me. What if the wish didn’t work? I squeaked in fright as I heard her walking to me. This was too much, I rushed for the door, my sock-clad feet whisking on the carpet. I burst out the front door and panted, standing on the doorstep.

“Hi, Lydia,” Mrs. Jiménez said, waving from next door. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. Amina’s cum dripped out of my pussy. “How are you doing?”

“Fine, fine,” I said, my heart racing. She was right there. I could try with her. Experiment. “Um, could I come in and talk.”

“With me?” she asked. “Not Alba? She’s not here.”

“No, no, I don’t need to talk to her,” I said. Alba was her daughter. “I need to talk to you, Mrs. Jiménez.”

“Oh, sure,” she said, flashing me a huge smile. It was so warm and inviting. She was such a sexy, Hispanic MILF in her blue jeans and a peasant blouse. It hung off one of her shoulders, revealing her golden-brown skin. She was sexy. “Come on over. I made some fresh tamales today.”

I darted over, my heart pounding in my chest. She made such wonderful tamales, but there was another treat I wanted. This would work, right? I wasn’t sure. This was so insane. My heart beat so fast in my chest.

All that cum dripped down my thighs.

So much of that hot spunk ran down my legs. She was already inside. I paused to scoop up the jizz before I kept going. I popped the spunk to my mouth. It was salty, but in a good way, and flavored by my tangy pussy.

I knew that taste very well.

I rushed across my lawn and hers then up the steps. Mrs. Jiménez left her front door open for me. I entered it and closed it behind me. There was always this spicy aroma in the house. A different scent than my house.

It was a tad cluttered with furniture. Lots of couches and cabinets and shelves with knickknacks. There were almost always some boxes from Amazon or another online retailer open and needing to be taken out to the recycle bin.

It could be a chore to cross the space sometimes.

I reached the kitchen where Mrs. Jiménez pulled a cloth off the plate of tamales. She moved to the kitchen table and set it down. “Something to drink.”

“Yes,” I said as she glanced at me. “Um, thanks.”

She poured me some iced tea and for herself. I sat down and snagged a tamale. She made such great ones. I bit through the corn dough into a pocket full of spicy meat and cheese. It was so good. I scarfed it down to hide my nervousness.

She sat down in the chair next to mine. I glanced at her, at her chest. She had such big breasts. She put her hand on mine, her touch sending heat racing through me. I swallowed at that. My heart pounded a mile a minute.

“So, what do you need to talk about?” she asked.

“Um…” I squirmed there. “I… Well… Have you ever liked a girl?”

“Liked a girl?” Her thumb stroked the back of my hand. “You mean…”

I nodded.

“Are you a lesbian?” she asked. “If that’s not rude.”

My cheeks burning, I nodded.

“I thought so,” she said with amusement. “Mmm, have I ever liked a… girl. I mean… it certainly isn’t something I had thought about before.”
“Oh?” I asked.

She scooted closer. “No, definitely not, but…”

“You find me attractive?”

“I really, really do.” She scooted her chair even closer. The flower scent of her perfume filled my mouth. “I never realized just how… gorgeous you are, Lydia. You’re this vibrant flower that just blossomed before me and… took my breath away.”

It was working. It was really, really working.

A smile spread on my lips. “A vibrant flower? Really?”

“Mmm, with your brassy hair and those blue eyes.” She licked her lips. “Miha, you are quite the sexy girl. I just… I shouldn’t even be saying these things. I’m married, and you’re fifteen.”

“That doesn’t matter,” I said. “Don’t worry that I’m underage.”

“Don’t worry…” She leaned in. My heart hammered faster and faster. This was happening.

I turned my head and let her claim my kiss. My clit pulsed and throbbed, so eager to become a big futa-dick and do things with Mrs. Jiménez. My lips worked on hers. I had masturbated picturing what it would be like to kiss her.

How wonderful it would be to enjoy her.

“I’ve never cheated on my husband,” she moaned into my lips, “but…”

Her tongue thrust into my mouth. I moaned as our tongues danced around. My heart raced as we made out with passion. She tasted so sweet. My clit pulsed. Begged to become a clit. Jizz dripped out of my pussy.

I squirmed there, my blood boiling. I wanted to grow my cock and have her suck it. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to eat her out, but should I do it before I fucked her or after? Why not both? I shuddered at that naughty thought.

“Mrs. Jiménez,” I moaned into her lips.

“Miha,” she cooed. “This is—”

The front door opened. She gasped and wrenched her lips from mine. She pushed back her chair and released her hand, shock on her face. She threw a worried look over her shoulder as I glimpsed her husband walking into the living room.

Damn.

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