She loved it.

Lydia hummed as she drove us through the street. We were heading to St. Michael’s, a gorgeous Catholic church. Lydia was looking for the perfect place to hold her wedding to Naomi and Amina. I was eager for it as I rubbed my pregnant belly.

At six months pregnant, I was showing quite a bit. I wore a sports bra to hold my big tits and a skirt that rode low on my hips and nothing else. My pregnant belly was proudly on display. My futa-daughter had bred me. Her incestuous child grew inside of me.

The doctor was really confused at first. Sometimes, the ultrasound showed I was having a daughter, other times a son. It just confirmed I had a futa in me. That was so amazing. Of course, the doctor herself was pregnant now with Lydia’s child.

Dr. Lindsey would be having her own miracle in six months.

“This church looks so perfect,” said Lydia. “I just want to find the perfect church.”

“You will,” I told her, putting a hand on her bare thigh. She wore a short skirt and transparent boob tube. Her tits quivered in it. It was a modest garb, perfect for church. Sometimes, she just went naked.

But that wouldn’t do for a church.

“Do you think they’ll be nuns?” asked Lydia.

“Probably,” she said.

“I wonder what nuns wear in this new world,” Lydia said. The words were so strange, but…

They just melted away. I blinked as I didn’t remember what she had said. Something about nuns.
“I bet they are wearing just the sexiest habits,” she continued. “My wish to have only hot women who dress sexily is one of my favorites I made.

Wish? What a strange… The fuzzy warmth scrubbed across my thoughts. I glanced out the window and smiled a tan woman, her body gleaming in sweat, riding a bike. She was standing up to climb the hill, her thong vanishing between her quivering butt-cheeks. Her boobs bounced in her sports bra. As we passed her, I loved that her sports bra had cutouts to show off her pierced nipples while still giving her support.

She was almost as endowed as me.

“Mmm, I do love this world of women wearing scanty clothes,” Lydia purred.

She spoke those words like women didn’t wear scanty clothes normally. It was a… The warmth bubbled over me as I spotted a pair of girls walking in chaps, the denim clinging to their legs while showing off the angel wings tattooed on their butt-cheeks and the pussy charms dangling from their pierced labia. Little symbols dangling from gold chains between their legs. What a delicious style.

Too young for me. I just liked showing off my pregnant belly.

“Turn right in 100 feet at G Street,” the GPS said. We were in downtown Tacoma. A thirty or so minute drive, but it was such a beautiful day, I didn’t mind.

Lydia made the turn. The church was ahead. A grand cathedral with soaring spires. It was made of a dark stone that stood out from the modern buildings of the rest of the city. This church was nearly two hundred years, built when Tacoma was just being settled.

I shivered in delight at the grandeur of it. That was a place to get married. I quivered in delight as we reached the parking lot. There were only a few cars. It was a weekday. There shouldn’t be anything going on.

A nun was outside watering the flowers. She wore a pretty standard habit. It was a tight-fitting in the torso and open in the legs to show off her white thigh-high stockings. The cloth was sheer, the cheeks of her rump bleeding through as well as the curve of her breast. It went to the neck, but I could see her nipple peeking through the material.

Modest and whorish, just the way a nun should be.

She glanced at us and flashed us a welcoming smile. Her cheeks dimpled. She had a white cloth wrapped around her head, the wimple, I think. A black veil draped over her. She waved to us as Lydia climbed out of the car and darted around, her boobs bouncing.

The nun glanced at her and quivered. Women always did, even ones who swore vows to remain pure and holey. The nun’s nipples hardened now. What a delicious sight to witness. I was thrilled to see it. Heat rushed through my pussy as Lydia opened the door.

“Sister,” Lydia purred. “I’ll be fucking you before we leave. Count on it.”

“Oh, my,” the nun said. Lydia didn’t have her futa-dick out, but I knew the nun wouldn’t say no. “Well, I’ll be around, child.”

As Lydia helped me out, she whispered, “Around my futa-dick, Mommy.”

I smiled at my futa-daughter. I was so glad that I gave birth to her. I knew my dead husband approved of our incestuous relationship from Heaven. I would see him one day, but not before having a long life with Lydia.

I wanted to raise our futa-daughter to be a young woman and enjoy her clit-dick.

Lydia held my arm as we headed toward the front of the church. It had flowers planted around the edges and large stained glass windows that showed off Jesus and the saints and an angel. I supposed that was Michael, who the church was named for.

The double doors were open in welcome for us and led to a small vestibule. A room with tables laid out with pamphlets and a stack of church bulletins. There was a prayer board with request for people needing help for themselves or loved ones.

And bathrooms. That was important to know when you were six months pregnant. I had to pee already.

I made a quick bee-line for the bathroom. I peed before we left, but… It was about forty minutes ago. I did my business and wiped. I headed back out to find Lydia moving through the worship hall. There was a confession booth set up. A woman was waiting.

A gorgeous woman wearing a transparent sundress. It was sleeveless and went up to her neckline. The fabric was red and stained her skin beneath. She had on a racy, black thong and a matching bra that lifted her big breasts. A wedding ring gleamed on her finger.

“Waiting to confess your sins?” Lydia purred.

“I am,” she said, glancing at her. The woman, her hair black and face tan, looked Italian. “Mmm, you’re new here.”

“Thinking about getting married here,” my futa-daughter purred. Her clit-dick poked out from beneath her skirt, pink and throbbing bigger by the second.

“Oh, my.” The Italian wife gasped as she stared down at the big and throbbing futa-dick. “That’s… quite the sight.”

“I know,” cooed Lydia. She glanced at me. “Let’s give you something to really confess. Have you ever eaten a pregnant woman’s snatch?”

“I’ve never eaten a woman’s snatch,” the woman said.

“Mmm, it’s Missus…?” Lydia asked, arching her eyebrows.

“Mrs. Giovanni,” the woman said. She was about in her thirties, her breasts rising and falling with her quickened breath. She glanced at me as I sat down on a comfortable chair in the back, an area for gathering and socializing, or so I realized.

“Well, Mrs. Giovanni,” cooed Lydia, “you get down on your knees and eat out my mother’s pussy, and I’ll fuck your cunt with this big dick. How does that sound?”

“Oh, that does sound lovely,” groaned Mrs. Giovanni. “That would be something to confess to the priest, wouldn’t it?”

Lydia grinned and nodded, winking at me.

Mrs. Giovanni shuddered and knelt before me. She stroked my thighs, her lips flicking over her tongue. “I can’t believe how eager I am to actually eat your pussy. I really, really want to devour you. Lord, I have never felt like this.”

“That’s my futa-daughter for you,” I cooed, smiling up at Lydia.

Mrs. Giovanni nuzzled into my thick, blonde bush. She felt so wonderful doing that. Her lips found the folds of my pussy. She kissed my folds, smooching up and down my snatch as my futa-daughter dropped to her knees. The wicked Lydia flipped up the wife’s dress.

“I love cucking husbands,” said Lydia. “Do you and your husband have any children?”

“Not yet,” she moaned into my pussy. “We’re about to start trying.”

“I can guarantee that you’re going to have a child,” purred Lydia. “A daughter. Mine!”

“Praise the Lord,” whimpered Mrs. Giovanni as my futa-daughter drew off her panties, exposing a tan and plump ass.

The cheating wife licked at my pussy. She stroked her tongue through my folds. I groaned, my toes curling in my sandals. That felt so wonderful. I loved the way she flicked up and down me. She was exploring my pussy, trying this out for the first time. That was just so amazing to feel. Just so wondrous to have her doing that.

I loved how she licked my cunt like that. She stroked her tongue through my folds. The heat was glorious to enjoy. I loved it so much. It was just wondrous to have her feasting on me like that. My back arched.

Lydia pressed her futa-dick into the hot wife’s pussy. My dickgirl-daughter winked at me then thrust her girl-rod into the married woman’s snatch. Mrs. Giovanni moaned into my cunt, her eyes widening in delight.

I smiled down at her, loving that she was moaning into my cunt. That she was licking and lapping at me with all that she had. It was a glorious moment. Just a wondrous treat to have her licking at me. Her tongue stroked over my bud. She found my clit.

Suckled on it.

I gasped in delight as she did that. She nibbled on me. I groaned, my face contorting with passion. It was an incredible rush to have her doing that. I squeezed my thighs down around her head, my hands roaming over my pregnant belly.

Lydia thrust away at her. My futa-daughter’s tits bounced in her boob tube. Her brassy-red hair spilled around her face as she pumped away at Mrs. Giovanni’s pussy. The married woman thrust her tongue into my snatch.

She swirled it around inside of me. I gasped at the feel of her tongue in my pregnant depths. She teased me. That was so wicked of her. I groaned, my face twisting in delight as she did such naughty, naughty things to me.

“Oh, oh, that’s it,” I moaned. “Oh, wow, that’s so good. You’re driving me wild. I loved it so much. I do. I love this with all my heart.”

“You taste so good,” whimpered Mrs. Giovanni. “And your daughter’s futa-dick is amazing. She’s churning me up!”

“Lydia is such a great girl,” I purred as the wife’s delicious tongue plunged back into my cunt. She wiggled it around in me, glorying in cuckolding her husband with us.

My futa-daughter loved fucking and breeding married women. She pounded Mrs. Giovanni with force, driving her girl-cock in and out of her cunt. It was just such a treat to share this with my futa-daughter.

Lydia gasped in delight as she buried her futa-dick to the hilt in Mrs. Giovanni’s pussy. She churned up the woman. It was so hot to feel the married beauty’s moans in my cunt. She tongued me with passion.

I gripped her black hair, holding those curly tresses as she feasted on me. Her tongue flicked up to my clit. I groaned, my pregnant belly quivering. I rubbed my swollen belly, enjoying that naughty tongue stroking my bud.

“I’m going to drown you in pussy cream,” I moaned.

“She will,” whimpered Lydia as she fucked the MILF hard and fast. “She will drown you in pussy cream!”

“And my futa-daughter’s big dick will make you squeal your head in rapture!” I gasped. “You’re going to have the best orgasm in your life!”

“Yes!” whimpered Mrs. Giovanni as my futa-daughter buried deep and hard into the MILF’s pussy. “Oh, yes, yes, I want that. Make me cum, Lydia! Make me cum with that amazing girl-dick!”

Lydia grinned from ear to ear. Those were the sorts of words she liked to hear. She fucked the married woman hard while Mrs. Giovanni suckled on my clit. She nibbled on my bud, bringing me closer and closer to cumming.

I whimpered as my hands roamed over my pregnant belly. I rubbed my fertile stomach as that naughty wife nibbled on my clit. She had such soft lips. Her tongue swirled around my bud. Sparks sizzled from my pearl.

I gasped out, “Mrs. Giovanni!”

My pussy convulsed.

My juices gushed out and bathed her mouth. I soaked her in my pussy cream. She moaned into my cunt, licking up my pregnant cream. She stroked through my folds, sending wave after wave of rapture sweeping through my body.

“Oh, Lord,” whimpered Mrs. Giovanni. “Oh, Lord, yes! Breed me, Lydia!”

Lydia grinned even broader. I knew the married woman’s cheating cunt rippled and writhed around her futa-dick. The cutie thrust away at Mrs. Giovanni’s spasming snatch. I shuddered, my own pleasure drowning my mind.

“Fuck!” Lydia gasped, thrusting deep and hard into the married woman. “You’re bred!”

“Oh, Lord, thank you!” gasped the naughty wife as my futa-daughter’s seed pumped over and over into that cheating cunt.

It was so wonderful. Such a beautiful moment to share with my futa-daughter. I was so happy for them both. The pleasure swept through me. It was just so amazing. I loved it so much. I quivered through my orgasm, rubbing my pregnant belly.

I hit that glorious peak. I shuddered there, savoring this moment of delight. It was so wondrous to feel the married slut licking at my cunt as my futa-daughter basted her pussy in girl-seed. I panted, loving this church.

“Oh, Lydia, this is such a beautiful church,” I moaned.

“Isn’t it?” squealed my futa-daughter. “Oh, Mrs. Giovanni, wasn’t that so much better than your husband’s little cock?”

“So much better,” the MILF moaned in delight.

I purred my agreement. So glad for it. This was a wonderful time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lydia Murphy

I pulled out of Mrs. Giovanni’s bred, shaved cunt. My cum dripped out of her. I stood and glanced at the confessional booth. The priest was still busy, and Mrs. Giovanni needed way more kinky things to confess.

“Get naked, Mrs. Giovanni,” I said.

“Yes, Lydia,” the tanned beauty moaned.

She rose and unzipped her transparent, red dress. She took that off, her panties around her knees. She worked those down, thrusting her ass out at me. Mom watched, rubbing her pregnant belly. Then Mrs. Giovanni unhooked her bra. She slipped that off, freeing her big boobs and her dark-brown nipples. Those were hot.

“Time to switch,” I said. “My mom is going to lick your pussy clean. How does that sound?”
“That sounds wild,” Mrs. Giovanni purred.

Mom rose from the seat and let Mrs. Giovanni take it. The naughty wife sat on the church, her wedding ring sparkling. She spread her legs wide, the cum dripping down to her taint. Mom sank to her knees slowly, her pregnant belly thrusting out before her.

It was so hot watching my bred mother lowering herself. Her plump rump thrust out at me as she leaned in to dine on Mrs. Giovanni’s bred pussy. A wave of excitement shot through me. My heart pounded in my chest while I stroked my futa-dick. Cunt cream ran down my thighs. I was so ready for this.

“Oh, yes,” gasped Mrs. Giovanni as Mom started her feast. She started licking and lapping at her with hunger, gathering up the cum I left in her. “Oh, your mother is such a wicked, wicked woman.”

“Yes, she is,” I cooed and drooped to my knees. “That’s why I’m going to fuck her in the ass!”

“Anal?” Mrs. Giovanni gasped. “That’s sodomy. That’s such a sin!”

“You should have your husband fuck you up the ass from time to time,” I purred. “You’ll both love it. Trust me!”

“Mmm, yes,” whimpered Mom as my futa-dick nuzzled into her butt-crack and found her asshole. I loved the feel of her cheeks around my dick and the puckered texture of her sphincter on my crown. “It’s so amazing. Oh, Lydia, honey, fuck your pregnant mommy!”

I drilled against her asshole, so eager to do just that. I wanted to make her explode. That would be so hot. She would have a huge orgasm. Just a big burst of delight on my girl-dick. I couldn’t wait to have her howling in rapture.

She moaned into Mrs. Giovanni’s sloppy cunt. The married woman shuddered as Mom feasted on her, licking up that delicious jizz from that yummy snatch. I bet Mrs. Giovanni tasted amazing without my futa-spunk. With it, she would be divine.

Mommy loved it. She moaned as her asshole widened and swallowed my girl-cock. I sank into her heavenly bowels, the velvety texture massaged my futa-dick. I groaned, savoring every inch I sank into her flesh.

Just every bit.

It was wondrous. Glorious.

She moaned into Mrs. Giovanni’s pussy as I bottomed out in that sweet, sweet ass. I loved the incestuous grip around my futa-cock as I drew back. Mommy gripped me, massaging me with her wonderful flesh.

A big smile spread on my lips as I thrust back into her asshole. I plunged to the hilt in her. It was so amazing to be in her bowels. She gasped, moaning into Mrs. Giovanni’s cunt. The married woman shuddered on the chair, her round boobs jiggling.

She squeezed her nipples, twisting them as she tossed her head. Her glossy, black hair danced around her face. It was a sight to witness. A wicked thing to behold. I was so glad to watch it. This was just hot.

“Oh, my Lord,” gasped Mrs. Giovanni. “Blessed Mother, you have that tongue in me!”

“She is a blessed mother!” I purred. “My blessed mommy!”

My pregnant mother moaned, “Yes, yes, I am so blessed to have my futa-daughter in my asshole!”

I grinned from ear to ear as I pumped away at my pregnant mother’s asshole. I fucked her anal sheath with all I had. I hammered her hard and fast. She felt so good around my dick. My hands slid around her sides and cupped her round belly.

She would just grow bigger and bigger for the next three months. I loved that. I fucked her anal sheath hard and fast. I pounded her cunt with all my might. Her anal sheath gripped my dick. She held me so tight.

It was so wondrous to fuck her bowels with my big futa-dick. I hammered her anal sheath with all that I had, my cunt clenching. Juices spilled down my thighs. I loved that heat. It was wondrous to have the pleasure melting through my cunt.

“Ooh, ooh, that’s it!” I gasped. “That’s so good! Yes, yes, take my big futa-dick!”

“I’m taking it!” gasped Mommy, her asshole squeezing down on my cock.

“Yes, yes, root around in my pussy and find all that yummy cum in me!” gasped Mrs. Giovanni. “That’s just amazing. I love it. I love it so much! Oh, that’s awesome!”

It was so awesome. I loved how she trembled there. She tossed her head, her face contorting with delight as I fucked my mom’s asshole. I pounded her anal sheath with all that I had. It was so wondrous to fuck her like this. To pound the pregnant MILF.

I massaged her round belly as her anal sheath gripped my cock. I groaned, my boobs bouncing in my boob tube. Mrs. Giovanni gasped. Her eyes widened as she shuddered, so close to cumming on my mother’s mouth.

“Father Henry!” she gasped.

I threw a look behind me to find the priest was there. He was watching the threesome, blinking. Of course, thanks to my wish, he didn’t object one bit to me ass-fucking my pregnant mother with my futa-dick while she ate my cum out of a married parishioner’s pussy in the middle of the worship hall.

“I have to speak with you,” I moaned, burying my futa-dick hard and fast. “Let me just finish up here, then I need to talk about having my wedding here!”

“Of course, child,” the priest said. He was middle-aged with wings of gray streaking through his hair. He had a mustache, thick and bushy. I didn’t like that. I would have to improve him.

The first Catholic priestess.

I thrust hard into Mommy’s asshole. I massaged her pregnant belly as the naughty thought swept through me. I loved this delight burning through me. I pounded her asshole hard and fast. I buried into her with all that I had.

She squeezed her anal sheath down on my dick. She massaged me with that hot asshole. She feasted on Mrs. Giovanni. The married woman trembled in the chair. It was clear she was heading toward her orgasm.

“Father, Father, watch me sin!” gasped Mrs. Giovanni. “I’m cuckolding my husband and having relations with a woman and a futa! She’s eating Lydia’s cum out of my pussy!”

“I ate it all out,” Mommy purred, her asshole clamping down on my cock. “Now I have to make her cum, Father!”

“Of course, of course,” said the priest. “But it’s not a sin with the young woman with the dick involved. She’s special.”

“Yes, yes, I’m special!” I gasped. “Thank you, Amina!”

“Your tots welcome!” my futa-genie answered. “I am gettin’ one bitchin’ blowjob from a barista. She’s just going to town on my dick while I sip my triple-shot salty caramel macchiato with almond milk.”

I grinned at picturing her getting blown by some sexy barista at Starbucks. Maybe just in the green apron and nothing else. That was what baristas tended to wear. Aprons and nothing else, their nipples peeking out the side.

I loved this world. My wishes.

“Blessed Mother!” gasped Mrs. Giovanni. She threw back her head. “Oh, my Lord!”

She bucked through her orgasm. It was such a hot sight to witness. I loved it as I thrust away at Mommy’s asshole. She squeezed her bowels down around me, swelling the pressure in my ovaries. I was so close to bursting.

“Lydia!” Mommy squealed into the married woman’s pussy. “Yes!”

I gasped in delight as Mommy’s asshole spasmed around my dick. I rubbed at her belly as I pumped away at her asshole. Her anal sheath suckled at me. The pressure swelled at the tip of my futa-dick. I buried into her.

“Fuck, yes!” I gasped.

“This is the House of the Lord,” the priest admonished as I flooded my mommy’s asshole with my cum.

“Sorry, Father!” I squealed, my cunt writhing. My futa-cum pumped into her asshole. “I won’t swear. It’s just awesome to cum in my mommy’s asshole!”

He chuckled like a paternal father. I grinned, my hands rubbing Mommy’s pregnant belly as I pumped load after load into her writhing asshole. The rapture shot through my body, chased by the waves of ecstasy flooding out of my cunt.

My mother’s asshole suckled at my cock. She worked out all my cum. I groaned as I spurted the last of my futa-jizz into her asshole. I felt so good at doing that. She moaned, rubbing her face into Mrs. Giovanni’s pussy. She just rubbed back and forth into that snatch while the married woman panted.

I ripped my cock out of my mother’s asshole. I spun around, my futa-dick bobbing before me. I had a big grin on my face as I studied the priest. He was a man. That really wouldn’t do. I wanted to be married by a woman.

“Well, Father,” I said, “I want to get married here. I have two women I’m marrying. You cool with that?”

“Well, bigamy and homosexuality are against the teachings of the Church,” he said. “Even in these, er, progressive times. However, you are a special case.” He flicked down to my cock. “You do have a rather, er, special body. Both male and female.”

“I’m a futanari,” I said. “A true dickchick. My clit grows into a cock. I can knock women up. I might even get knocked up myself.” I was on the pill, but I did take a lot of futa-cum loads. “So, what’s the church’s stance on women priests?”

“Well, the Doctrine of Headship requires a man to be in authority,” he said. “Not to say women do not have a place in the worship and liturgical services. All of us are capable of spreading His word and doing his work.”

“Mmm, so I should make you into a futa then,” I said. “You’ll be Mother… Henrietta. The futa-priestess. How does that sound?”

“Er, I mean… I suppose that’s fine if you are the one behind it.” He smiled at me. “I am just the Lord’s servant.”

“Mmm, yes,” I said and glanced at the stained glass windows. Boy, women in bible times barely wore anything. I didn’t realize there were titties on the stained glass windows. Was that the Virgin Mary with her boobs out. Nice. I get why God chose her to have his son. “Then it’s settled.” I cocked my finger into a gun and pointed it at him. “Bang!”

Father Henry became Mother Henrietta in a flash. A man with a mustache and gray in his hair was replaced by a sexy MILF with big boobs stretching out the front of her black shirt, her pants falling off curving hips along with a pair of boxers. Black hair spilled down around the woman’s lush face and narrow shoulders. Nothing masculine was left.

“Oh, my,” gasped Mother Henrietta. She removed her starch collar that priests wore and started unbuttoning her shirt. “I can’t wear this if I’m a woman.”

“No, Mother,” breathed Mrs. Giovanni. “My, my, those are quite the set of breasts you’ve been blessed with, Mother.”

“Oh, my,” said the priestess. She stared down at the tits she exposed. They were big and soft with fat, dark-red nipples. “I do. My, my. Isn’t that something?”

She took off her shirt and slid the collar back in place around her neck, wearing that. She stepped out of her pants and boxers. She rubbed her hands up and down her body. She had a curvy rump. A nice plump ass.

“This is a strange sensation,” she said. “Oh, dear, I fear I’ve become…” Her cheeks blushed as she glanced at me, licking her lips. “This body comes with new… desires.”

“Yep,” I purred and cocked my finger at her again. “Bang!”

A futa-dick thrust from the priestess’s thick, black bush. She gasped as she grew a cock that was even bigger than the one she had as a woman. Her large breasts jiggled as she stared down at it. Mother Henrietta touched it and shuddered.

“So big,” she said. “My, my, this is… I haven’t… Oh, my, I swore vows. I swore vows, oh, Lord.”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t count with me, right?” I said. “So get down on your knees, Mother Henrietta, and suckle on my big, dirty futa-dick. That’s my sexy mommy’s musk on my dick. You’re going to love it! Trust me!”

“I think I just might,” she groaned and dropped to her knees before me.

Boy, I loved my wish.

Mother Henrietta drooped to her knees and swallowed my dirty futa-dick. I groaned as she did that. She slid her lips over the crown of my girl-cock. I moaned as the gender-swapped futa-priestess blew me. Her blue eyes stared up at me. She had such a gorgeous, mature face. Not a wrinkle to be seen. Her hair all black.

My pussy clenched as Mother Henrietta bobbed her head. She worked her mouth up and down my clit-dick. I loved the feel of her doing that. She suckled on my girl-cock, polishing my pole of all my mommy’s dirty ass.

It was so wicked of her to do that.

She worked her mouth up and down my clit-dick. She suckled on me with all the passion she could. She put her all into it. I groaned as she worshiped my futa-cock. She swirled her tongue around my cock.

“My, my, that’s so wicked,” purred Mrs. Giovanni.

“Oh, my,” gasped the nun. She had walked back in. “Is that… Father Henry.”

“Mother Henrietta now,” I said. “She’s a futa-priestess. Isn’t that amazing?”

“Praise the lord,” the slutty nun moaned. She licked her lips.

“Cool. So, uh, nun lady, lick my mommy’s asshole clean of my cum. I’ll deal with you when I’m done with the priestess.” I winked at the nun. “Cool.”

“Of course,” the nun moaned. “It would be my great honor to do this favor for you.”

Mom beamed at me, rubbing at her pregnant belly. The nun moved behind Mom and dropped to her knees. I loved her thigh-high stockings and the tight-fitting habit. Nuns were so sexy now. The sister buried her face into my mom’s butt-crack.

Mommy groaned as she had her asshole licked by the nun. The sister must be doing such a good job to make my pregnant mother shudder. Mrs. Giovanni started dressing, her entire body quivering. She looked like she had to go. Well, I left her a bun in the oven. My work was done.

I shuddered, savoring the futa-priestess sucking on my girl-dick. She polished my futa-dick. I glanced down at her, loving the feel of her mouth working up and down my cock. The new woman loved my girl-cock.

“Oh, Mother,” I moaned. “Oh, you’re such a wicked, wicked futa-priestess. How is sucking your first girl-dick? Or maybe not your first cock since you were a priest. But your first futa-dick!”

The gender-swapped priestess just moaned around my girl-rod. Her tongue swirled about my crown, polishing me. I loved it. She bobbed her head, her black hair swaying around her face. It was just an incredible moment to feel her doing that.

I loved it immensely. I savored my wish.

The gender-swapped futa-priestess suckled on my futa-cock with all her might. She polished me. Mommy moaned beside me, rubbing at her pregnant belly as she enjoyed the nun riming her. The sister moaned as she enjoyed licking my cum out of my mom’s back door.

So hot.

“How is it, sister?” I purred.

“Delicious,” moaned the nun. “Thank you for choosing me for this task, oh, Lord!”

I blinked at that. Well, if that was how she saw it, I wasn’t going to complain.

I glanced down at the futa-priestess. She suckled hard on me. She bobbed her head, bringing me closer and closer to my climax. My moans mixed with Mommy’s as they echoed through the church. Others were praying, not caring about the naughty fun.

Mrs. Giovanni waved goodbye and swept out the door. I grinned, so glad I could fuck and breed her. I shuddered, the pressure in my ovaries growing and growing. The futa-priestess loved my girl-dick. She suckled with such passion.

“Oh, Mother Henrietta,” I moaned. “You’re going to have so much futa-cum to swallow.”

“So much,” the nun whimpered. “My, my, I have to get my tongue deep into you to find it all.”

“Go deep!” Mommy moaned, her face quivering. She wouldn’t orgasm, but she was enjoying herself. I smiled at her as she grinned at me. “That’s it, Sister! That’s fucking it!”

I was so glad that Mommy was enjoying being rimmed. It was hot watching her rub her pregnant belly. Mother Henrietta blew me with all the passion of a gender-swapped slut. The futa-priestess worked her hot mouth up and down my cock.

She had polished off my mother’s asshole. My futa-dick was sparkling clean. I was going to fuck me some nun pussy. I wanted to slide into some pure, pure snatch. Cunt that had been promised to always stay fresh would be filled with my girl-seed.

I would be knocking up a nun today.

Mom whimpered as she had her asshole cleaned by that dirty nun. I shuddered, the pressure swelling in my ovaries and at the tip of my cock. I had a massive load of girl-jizz to pump into Mother Henrietta’s mouth. I just wanted to flood her with all that I had. Just wanted to fill her up with all my spunk. That would be incredible.

She nursed on me with such force. She suckled on me with all that she had. It was incredible having her do that. She nursed with passion on me. I trembled, my pussy clenching at the heat of her wild hunger. The gender-swapped futa-priestess craved my seed.

“Mother Henrietta!” I gasped and burst.

My cum pumped into her mouth.

My pussy writhed as she gulped down her first load of girl-jizz. Cunt cream spilled hot down my thighs. I loved the sensation as my futa-spunk filled Mother Henrietta’s mouth. She gulped it all down. She swallowed every drop.

“Oh, shit, that’s so good,” I moaned. “Oh, you slutty futa-priestess! Drink it all down!”

She did. She gulped down all my cum. It was so great to have her do that. I felt so good. A big smile spread on my lips as I pumped her mouth full of my spunk. She swallowed down every drop that erupted, the dual delights rushing through me.

Ecstasy fired from my clit-dick while rapture washed out of my spasming snatch. More hot cream spilled down my thighs as I dumped my futa-load into the gender-swapped beauty’s mouth. She swallowed it all down.

“Ooh, that’s as good,” I whimpered and glanced over at my mother. She smiled at me, her hands rubbing her pregnant belly. “How are you doing, Mommy?”

“Just wonderful, sweetie,” she said. “Sister Ruth Marie licked out all the cum.”

“Ooh, I love that name, Sister Ruth Marie!” I squealed. “Get naked. I want you wearing only that white cloth around your face and your veil.”

“That’s my wimple, young lady,” Sister Ruth Marie purred as Mother Henrietta popped her mouth off my cock.

“And the stockings,” I added. “Thigh-highs are so sexy. It’s why I wished for women to always be hot and dress sexily so I could see women in stockings.”

The futa-priestess slid her lips off my cock, confusion rippling across her gorgeous face. Then she smiled, forgetting about it. The magic was like that. I could shout out on National TV that Amina was a genie and everyone would forget in about five seconds. Along with any mentions that I had changed the world. Movies were so hot to watch. Especially older ones where all the actresses were prancing around in almost next to nothing.

If not nothing.

Sharon Stone showed off her beaver a lot more in Basic Instinct.

The nun drew off her habit. She took off her bra, freeing those firm, young breasts. She was clearly in her mid-twenties, her body tight and curvy. I loved the sight of those tatas. Ripe and round with pink nubs begging to be loved. She shoved off her panties, a pair of white ones with pink lace. So frilly and sexy. She had a thick, blonde bush dripping in her cream.

“Nice,” I said as she was down to her stockings, wimple, and veil. “Mmm, Mommy, you need to cum, so sit down and let this nice nun eat your pussy.”

“Oh, I’ve never had a nun eat my cunt,” purred Mommy. “This will be nice, Sister Ruth Marie.”
“It will be,” said the sister. “I am so honored to get to eat your pussy, Mrs. Murphy. You’re my first. The Lord has guided me to this moment.”

“That’s right,” I said as the nun helped my pregnant mommy sink down into the comfy chair once more. The nun dropped to her knees. “You eat that pussy because the Lord wants you to.”

I was so going to Hell. I would be punished for eternity for my lusts.

The nun leaned over and buried her face into that thick bush. She nuzzled in and started feasting on my mommy’s pregnant snatch. I shuddered in delight. It was so hot to watch. My futa-dick throbbed. I dropped to my knees behind her, slapping my futa-dick on her rump.

No ass. Yet. I wanted her pussy. I slid my futa-cock down and down into the folds of her thick bush. She moaned into Mom’s snatch. My pregnant mommy quivered there just as happy as she could be. I smiled at her as I drilled into the nun’s snatch.

I found a hymen.

She was a virgin nun. Praise the Lord. I grinned as I pushed against her hymen. She gasped into Mom’s snatch as that wonderful cherry popped. I sank into the nun’s fertile depths, the silky walls of her cunt hugging me.

“Oh, Mother Henrietta, I just deflowered Sister Ruth Marie.” I grinned at the futa-priestess. “I’m such a bad, bad, futanari. You have to fuck me hard in the pussy with that big futa-dick.”

“I think the ass would be more appropriate for a sinner like you,” Mother Henrietta said as she dropped to her knees. “But if you want it in the pussy, I can’t say no to you.”

My cunt clenched, futa-dick throbbed in the nuns’ snatch, and my asshole tingled. “Dealer’s choice.”
The priest went for my asshole, of course. Maybe she w

as a sodomite. I shuddered as she drilled her clit-dick against my anal ring. The heat melted down to my pussy. Juices dripped down my thighs. That felt so wicked, my futa-cock buried in the nun’s yummy pussy.

“Oh, that’s so good, Sister,” whimpered Mommy, her pregnant belly quivering. “Ooh, just feast on my snatch.”

“Eat my pregnant mommy,” I groaned as my asshole widened and swallowed the futa-priestess’s big dick.

She sank into me. Her wonderful, new clit-dick filled me up. She moaned, her big boobs piling into my back. She held me in her embrace. I savored Mother Henrietta’s cock in my bowels as my futa-dick throbbed in the nun’s pussy.

The priestess drew back her clit-dick. Her gender-swapped titties rubbed into my back as she massaged my bowels. I loved it. I chased her, pulling my girl-cock out of the nun’s deflowered snatch. The silky friction swept such delight through me.

I groaned as the futa-priestess thrust back into my asshole.

My futa-dick buried into the nun’s hot cunt.

“Oh, yes,” Sister Ruth Marie moaned into my mother’s bred cunt. “Oh, that’s so good, Lydia!”

“She’s the best,” Mommy purred, winking at me.

I grinned at her as my round boobs quivered. Mother Henrietta panted, her futa-cock drawing back again. My hot asshole gripped her, the friction melting through my nethers and swirling with the silky delight from the nun’s cunt. The two sensations danced around my ovaries.

They tightened with my next load of futa-cum as Mother Henrietta buried her futa-cock back to the hilt in my asshole. I gasped as I plunged to the hilt in the nun’s hot snatch. Her silky twat massaged the crown of my girl-cock.

“Ooh, this is heavenly,” whimpered the nun as I pumped away at her twat.

“So heavenly,” groaned the gender-swapped futa-priestess as she plunged away at my asshole.
Mommy groaned, her big boobs jiggling as she squirmed in the chair. Her face twisted in delight from the wicked things Sister Ruth Marie did to her. I loved it. My asshole clamped down on that big dick fucking me. I savored that huge cock burying to the hilt in my asshole.

It was glorious.

Wondrous.

That big futa-cock fucked my bowels again and again. It was so amazing to have her fucking me. She plowed deep and hard into my asshole, driving my girl-cock in and out of the nun’s tight snatch. Sister Ruth Marie’s butt-cheeks jiggled.

They quivered as I rammed in and out of her cunt. I fucked the nun with the same force that Mother Henrietta fucked me. She pounded my twat with her big dick. She churned me up. It was an incredible rush to have her do that.

I loved it.

I was in such heaven here. I shuddered, her bowels fucking me with force. She rammed into my anal sheath again and again. My bowels squeezed down on her. I shuddered at the force of her thrusts. She buried into me again and again.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, taking her huge clit-dick again and again.

I hurtled toward my climax. My sweet moans mixed with the others. People prayed around us, lighting candles, and ignoring our foursome. I fucked the nun’s snatch hard as the futa-priestess hammered my asshole.

My pussy dripped juices, my ovaries tightening. The heat blazing in my asshole and the silky delight soaking my futa-dick mixed in my snatch. I shuddered, pumping away, watching my mommy shuddered in delight.

“Oh, my god, Sister!” Mommy gasped. Her back arched and swollen tits bounced.

My pregnant mother climaxed hard, drowning the nun in pussy cream. I pumped away at Sister Ruth Marie as she enjoyed such a delight. She licked up the cream as I hammered her, my ovaries swelling with the dual delights of plundering her cunt while being ass-fucked.

Mother Henrietta moaned into my ears, her hands squeezing my tits. She kneaded them as she hammered my asshole. My futa-cock buried to the hilt in her nun’s hot snatch. Her deflowered pussy squeezed down on me.

“Oh, Lord, yes!” gasped Sister Ruth Marie.

Her pussy went wild around my cock. I gasped as I enjoyed that hot flesh rippling around me. The heat swept through me. I drew back, chasing Mother Henrietta’s thick futa-rod. The pressure swelled at the tip of my clit-dick. The priestess buried back into me.

I plunged to the hilt in the nun’s writhing cunt and climaxed.

“Oh, yes!” I squealed as I basted her once-pure pussy with my futa-seed. I triggered my power and bred the nun. “You’re going to have my futa-daughter, Sister!”

“Oh, thank you Lord for blessing my womb with a child!” squealed the nun. “I shall raise her to be a dutiful and loving nun!”

I just shuddered through my rapture, my futa-cum spurting into her twat. Her spasming snatch rippled around me. She nursed at me. I loved feeling her doing that. It was an incredible moment to have her suckling at me as Mother Henrietta buried into my spasming asshole.

“Lord!” the gender-swapped priestess gasped.

Her futa-cum erupted into my asshole. I gasped in delight, my futa-spunk spurting into her pussy as my bowels spasmed around Mother Henrietta’s erupting clit-dick. She basted my bowels with her girl-jizz as I filled the nun’s cunt with my spunk.

I erupted into her again and again. I flooded her with all that I had, the heat sweeping through me. It was such an incredible moment. I groaned, my futa-cock spurting. She milked me, moaning into my pregnant mother’s twat.

“Oh, this is amazing!” Mommy groaned.

“So good!” the futa-priestess gasped as my asshole milked her clit-dick.

I shuddered, spurting all my cum into the nun’s deflowered snatch. She milked me with her once-pure depths. I filled her with all my delicious futa-seed. I soaked her womb in it as the futa-priestess unloaded the last of her spunk into my asshole.

“Praise the Lord,” Mother Henrietta groaned.

“Yes, yes, Praise the Lord,” I whimpered. “This is it! This is the church where I’m marrying Amina and Naomi!”

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