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Lydia Murphy

St. Peter’s Square bustled.

I was so excited. Popess Pauline I, formerly Pope Paul VII, stepped out naked before the people of Rome and the world. The cameras were filming. I had been one busy beaver since I made her into a woman last night. I had been gender-swapping cardinals and priests into sexy women and making all the various nuns into futas.

We had an orgy in the Sistine Chapel. It had been so spiritual. I really felt like I was touching God when I had my futa-dick in the Popess’s asshole while she suckled on a sexy nun’s big girl-dick. It was such a wonderful time.

The crowd gasped at the sight of the naked woman that had marched out with her golden cross between her tits. She grabbed the lectern and started speaking in Italian as I moved up behind her. She was telling them all about the new things that were happening.

How the Catholic church was changing.

I loved it.

The sexy cardinals were behind her, in their new slutty, red robes that showed off their curves. They were just a bunch of hot MILFs, not a gray hair to be seen. One African cardinal had such deep, ebony skin. Her tits were delicious to see covered in cum.

The crowd was still shaking their head as I marched up. “Tutto questo grazie alla signorina Lydia!”

I blew them kisses. The crowd calmed down as my wish washed over them. Just like that, they were so accepting of me. I quivered in delight as they started cheering my name. I grinned at them, spotting more clergy in the crowd.

Men who needed to be women. I cocked my finger. “BANG! BANG! BANG!”

“La signorina Lydia sta benedicendo i sacerdoti trasformandoli in sacerdotesse,” she said. It was all nonsense to me, but I was just happy. “Come ha benedetto il mio grembo con un bambino santo. Una figlia.”

I knew this part. She was talking about how I had blessed her womb with my daughter. “I did it with my futa-cock. I’m a futa. A hermaphrodite with a clit-dick. It’s awesome.”

“Un miracolo di Dio onnipotente!” the Popess added as I slid my cock into her thick bush. I found the folds of her pussy. “Guardala mentre si gode il mio nuovo corpo femminile! Rallegrarsi! Dio è grande!”

The crowd cheered as I thrust into the Popess’s pussy. I shuddered at the rush of burying into her cunt while they all cheered me on. It was so amazing to have this rush. I smiled from ear to ear at the heat engulfing my futa-dick. It was just a magnificent moment.

I was in heaven as I sank to the hilt in her. My pussy clenched as the heat of her twat melted down my cock. The Popess moaned in the microphones, drowned out by the adoring masses. I loved this. My pussy clenched.

I was in heaven right now. My wives were watching as I reveled in what I was doing to this world. My world. I had remade it with my depraved wishes. I had spread my sin across it. I was like Satan. Just like the Popess proclaimed.

I was doing such wicked things.

“Hallelujah!” the Popess cried out as I drew back my cock.

Her pussy felt so good around my dick. I slid my hands up and squeezed her big breasts. I jiggled them as I thrust back into the heavenly warmth of her gender-swapped cunt. The Popess moaned in delight as I fucked her like this.

I thrust into her cunt with all that I had. I fucked her with force. It was just a delight to bury into her cunt with everything that I had. I pounded her pussy with such passion. She groaned, clamping down her cunt on me. She held me tight.

“Sì, sì,” she groaned as I fucked her. “Il suo benedetto pene mi sta riempiendo della sua passione!”

I loved the Italian. I slammed into her cunt, savoring the way her pussy clamped down on me. She held me tight with her wondrous cunt. It was just an incredible moment to pound the Popess before all her flock.

Before the World and Christendom.

I churned up her tight pussy. I fucked her with all that I had, the pussy cream spilling down my thighs. It was just such a wonderful thing to do this. I groaned at the heat rushing through me. I slammed into her cunt with all that I had.

I pounded her with such force. With such wonderful heat. I buried into her with all that I had. It was just such a great treat. I groaned, burying into her with all the force that I had. It was just such an amazing moment.

I groaned in delight at the heat rushing through me. I churned her up. I fucked into her cunt with so much force. I loved every second of plowing into her cunt. It was just a delight to have her pussy clamping down around me.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” I moaned.

“It’s so hot to watch,” Amina purred in my mind. “I have that hot Spanish cardinal sucking on my futa-dick right now. Naomi’s riding the African hottie’s face while getting fucked in the ass by this blonde futa-nun. We’re loving it!”

“Good!” I moaned, so glad to have my wives’ support.

“Always, Mistress Lydia. We tots got your back!”

I smiled as I thrust away at the Popess’s pussy, the pressure building in my ovaries. The need to cum built and built in me. I loved this so much. Her pussy felt so amazing around my cock as I thrust into her twat.

I loved every second of this. It was magnificent to have her pussy gripping me. She held me tight. I loved it. I loved it so much. It was such a great moment to have all that delight building and building in me. I would just burst in delight.

Just explode.

I kneaded the Popess’s tits as she moaned out to the worshipers. They watched us. I shuddered, drinking in their adoration. I loved the delight of this moment. I savored the heat washing through me. It was just an incredible moment.

I hammered her twat with all that I had. I fucked the Popess’s pussy with force. She moaned, clamping her cunt down on my cock. Her passion echoed through the square, broadcast on all the speakers. People packed it. A sea of worshipful faces stared back at me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “The Popess has such a tight cunt. I’m going to dump her cunt full of cum! Just flood her pussy!”

“Riempirà la mia figa con il suo seme benedetto!” the Popess moaned.

The people cheered.

“Yes, yes, cum in me,” the Popess moaned in English as I hammered her cunt.

“Let me feel that holy pussy going wild around my futa-dick. Oh, yes, yes, let me feel that tight cunt driving me wild!” I moaned, the heat building at the tip. “I want your twat to go wild around me, Popess Pauline!”

“Sì!” she cried, her pussy clamping down on me. She moaned louder as I hammered her, hot cream dripping down my thighs. “Signorina Lydia!”

Her pussy went wild around my cock. I gasped in delight as the Popess climaxed on my girl-cock. I buried into her spasming pussy, her silky flesh suckling at my cock. It was an amazing rush to feel that heat. It was just wondrous.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I gasped and erupted into her pussy.

I spurted my cum over and over into her pussy. It was so wonderful to flood the Popess with all my cum. It was so hot to spurt over and over into her cunt. She felt so good spasming around me. I groaned with each eruption.

Her hot twat milked my futa-dick. She moaned into the microphone as I spurted into her again and again. I loved it so much. I savored this delight. It was just such a wonderful heat to have all this pleasure rushing through me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, dumping more and more of my futa-cum into her bred pussy. “Oh, Popess Pauline! Your cunt is heavenly!”

“Prega il Signore!” the Popess moaned as her pussy milked my girl-dick dry.

Pussy cream ran down my thighs as the crowds cheered us on. I loved it. I pulled out of her pussy as she gripped the lectern. I dropped to my knees, feeling their passion, and buried my face into the Popess’s furred muff.

Her curls tickled my face as I licked at her sloppy cunt. I loved the feel of pubic hair against my lips and cheeks as I feasted on her. I lapped at her with such passion, my tongue flying through her folds. It was just so amazing to devour her like this.

I stroked through all her folds, just having such a great time here. I lapped at her. I stroked my tongue through her pussy lips and made her shiver in delight. She groaned, her head tossing from side to side.

She tasted so good.

So damned good.

I licked at her with all that I had. I loved the flavor of her sweet pussy mixed with my salty girl-cum. It was such an incredible combination. She moaned into the microphone, the crowds cheering us on. It was so wild.

My tongue stroked from her clit to her taint, gathering up her sweet cream and my salty futa-jizz. I loved her twat with all that I had. I devoured her holy cunt. Popess Pauline babbled in Italian as I devoured her snatch.

“Benedetta sia Lydia e i suoi miracoli celesti!” the Popess moaned. “Lei è benedetta! Un martire vivente! Il Signore ce l’ha mandata perché ci cambi! Trasforma le donne in ermafroditi! L’uomo nelle sante donne!”

The crowd cheered even louder. I had no idea what she was saying. I was just having a wild time feasting on the creampie I left in her. I thrust my tongue into her pussy. I flicked around in her pussy. I feasted on her with all my might.

“Beata Lydia!” the Popess moaned.

“BEATA LYDIA!” the crowd roared back. “BEATA LYDIA! BEATA LYDIA!”

I loved it. My tongue flicked around in the Popess’s snatch. I flicked about in her, gathering out the salty futa-cum I found in her depths. Her bush rubbed into my face. I lapped at her while her butt-cheeks clenched before my eyes.

She was such a sexy woman. I had transformed her into a hot-ass MILF. Popess Pauline had a gorgeous rump. My futa-dick throbbed with such sinful delight. I scooped out more of the cum, my eyes locked on her rump.

I had to enjoy some papal anal.

My tongue flicked around in her pussy. I danced about in her, looking for every drop of futa-cum I could find. I licked at her with such passion. It was a treat to have all this heat building in her. She wiggled her hips, grinding her twat on my face.

“Damn,” I groaned.

“Sì, sì,” the Popess moaned. “You are making my pussy feel so good, Blessed Lydia.”

“Good,” I groaned. “Drown me in your pussy cream, Your Holiness.”

I suckled on her clit as she gasped, “Sì!”

I nursed on her bud, the Popess squirming there. It was so hot to do this to her. She trembled, the lectern quivering. Her moans echoed through the speakers, the people chanting out my name. “BEATA LYDIA!” It was wild. I loved it so much. I felt like I was the Virgin Mary or something.

A venerated saint.

The Popess threw back her head. Her long fall of black hair swayed. She squealed out in delight. Her sweet juices gushed out and bathed my mouth. I groaned, licking up the flood of cunt cream. It was so delicious to have her passion soaking my lips. I licked at her. I lapped at her with all that I had. It was just so wild to feast on her like this.

My tongue flicked around in her twat. She groaned as I did that. She quivered with her passion as she drowned me in her pussy cream. I lapped up all her sweetness. I loved the taste of her pussy cream. Her juices spilled hot down my chin.

She swayed there as I licked up the last few drops of her passion. I pulled my face away and smacked my lips.

“BEATA LYDIA!” the crowd chanted.

“I’m going to bless the crowd,” I groaned, “while fucking you in the ass!”

“La Beata Lidia ti benedirà mentre mi sodomizza,” the Popess said.

“BEATA LYDIA!”

She dropped to her knees before me. I smacked my lips, staring out at the crowd. I grinned in delight at the men and women who were upfront. Too many men. We had to change that. I pressed my girl-cock into the Popess’s butt-crack with one hand while the other formed a finger gun.

“BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!”

I kept firing, turning men into women and women into futas. I drilled against the Popess’s asshole as the new ladies ripped off their men’s clothing, bearing their new breasts. Small to large. Round, perky, soft, and delicious. They had long hair and plump lips. The new futas pulled out their new futa-dicks, grinning.

“Fuck each other!” I moaned as the Popess’s asshole surrendered to my cock.

“Sì,” groaned the Popess. “Blessed Lydia, that’s so good. Yes, yes, that’s amazing!”

Her asshole devoured my futa-dick. Her velvety asshole felt so amazing around my girl-cock. My pussy drank in the heat. More pussy cream dripped down my thighs as I sank deeper and deeper into the Popess’s tight asshole.

She moaned like a wanton slut as the new futas and the new women were getting wild in the front. I aimed my finger, changing men and into women left and right. I made new futas, too. I said the word “bang” as fast as I could.

It was so hot to do while I savored the Popess’s tight asshole. An orgy of futas broke out before me. Others were cheering in the background. Cameras were filming this from platforms. It was being broadcast to the world.

I hoped my concubines were watching.

I fucked the Popess had in the asshole. I fucked into her as I made more and more men into women. The orgy raged before me, women getting fucked into the pussy by new futa-dicks. Or they were sucking girl-cocks. Others were just eating pussy, devouring each other’s snatches.

“BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!”

I made them as fast as I could, my futa-dick burying into the Popess’s asshole. The crowd cheered my name.

“BEATA LYDIA! BEATA LYDIA!”

The masses teaming in St. Peter’s Square pressed closer, all wanting to be changed. New women bared their breasts. New futas plunged their cocks into wiling holes. It was so wild. A religious orgy at the Vatican.

Amina’s wishes were so amazing. I loved her power so much. I was so lucky to have found her. Grinning with the joy of my abilities, I fucked deep and hard into the Popess’s asshole. I sodomized her with all that I had.

It was glorious to fuck her like this. Just amazing to pound her asshole with so much force. I buried into her with everything that I had. The pleasure built and built in my ovaries as I pointed at more and more men and made more and more women.

“BANG!”

I was in heaven. My boobs bounced. My pussy dripped juices down my thighs. I plunged in and out of the Popess’s asshole, her moans drowned out by the gasps and cries of the adoring crowd. I was in heaven, my ovaries brimming with more futa-cum.

Everywhere I looked, men were crying out for me to make them into women.

“BANG!”

I answered all the prayers I could.

“BANG!”

I made women into dickgirls.

“BANG!”

I never stopped fucking the Popess’s asshole as I changed those women.

“BANG!”

As I transformed those men.

“BANG!”

It was just so wondrous.

“BANG!”

I was so happy to improve them all and fill the world with all the sexy women I could.

“BANG!”

I loved my wishes.

“They’re tots lit!” Amina moaned in my mind as I fucked away hard at the Popess’s asshole. “You made the most bodacious wishes possible. Just tubular ones! They’re wicked! Bangin’!”
“God, I love you!” I sent to my futa-genie as I fucked the Popess’s asshole.

It was just so delicious. I pounded her hard and fast. I fucked to the hilt in her bowels, hurtling toward that moment when I would cum in her. I was just so ready for all that pleasure to surge through me. I fucked her with all that I had.

It was glorious to take her like this. To fuck her with so much force. I groaned through every second of this delight. It was just perfect to have all this passion sweeping through me. I rushed toward the ecstasy.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, my boobs bouncing. “Cum on my dick, Popess Pauline!”
“Sì!” the Popess moaned as I buried to the hilt in her asshole. Her head tossed. “Blessed Lydia! Yes!”

Her Holiness, Popess of the Roman Catholic Church, squealed in delight as her asshole convulsed around my cock. She suckled at me with all that she had. It was so amazing to have all that wondrous flesh spasming around me. My ovaries burst with delight.

I buried into the Popess’s asshole and erupted. “Fuck, yes!”

“BEATA LYDIA!” chanted the crowd as I dumped my cum into the Popess’s asshole.

I flooded her with so much cum. It was just an amazing rush. I was so glad for it. The heat trembled through me. I groaned at the wondrous delight of this moment. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I groaned as I spurted more and more of my cum into her bowels.

“BEATA LYDIA! BEATA LYDIA! BEATA LYDIA!”

They were so amazing. I loved it as my body swayed.

More and more of my cum spurted into the Popess’s bowels. I filled her to the brim with my cum. Her hot asshole convulsed around me, suckling at me. She worked out every drop of girl-cum I had. I trembled in delight, feeling so amazing.

“BEATA LYDIA! BEATA LYDIA! BEATA LYDIA!”

I grinned at the crowd as I rose to my feet, my arms spread wide. There were still so many men that had to be gender-swapped into women. So many women needed to become futas. I pointed both my fingers out as guns.

I had to dual-wield to get this job done.

“BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!”

I loved that I had my futa-genie and all my amazing wishes.

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Mother Henrietta Miles

“Praise the Lord,” I groaned, watching the news of Blessed Lydia changing men into women like she had done to me a few months ago before her wedding to Amina and Naomi. She had gender-swapped me and bred me. My pregnancy was starting to show.

I wore my new robes. A starched, white collar about my neck, a corset that lifted my breasts into two jiggling mounds, and a tight pair of black hot pants that hugged my rump and shaved pussy. I wore heels and fishnet stockings.

I loved being a futa-priestess for the church.

“Mother Henrietta?” a voice called. I remembered her. That was Mrs. Murphy, Lydia’s mother. I had met her on the day Lydia had gender-swapped me, bred me, and made me into a futa-priestess. “Mother Henrietta!”

I left my office and walked out into the worship hall to find Mrs. Murphy and… Mrs. Lorell. She was Naomi’s mother. They both were naked and rushing up to me, Mrs. Lorell’s futa-dick bobbing before her.

“Mother Henrietta!” they both gasped in delight and dropped to their knees before me.

“How can I help you, my daughters?” I purred, my voice so sultry. My clit wanted to grow into a big futa-dick.

“We wish to be baptized with your futa-cum and join the Catholic Church,” whimpered Mrs. Murphy.

“We just saw the Popess’s address. We want to join your faith!”

“More miracles from Blessed Lydia,” I purred and shoved off my hot pants to expose my shaved twat. I started that about a month ago. My futa-nuns and I all did it together. It was so delicious. “It’s so wonderful for her to be beatified before she even died.”

“Beatified?” Mrs. Murphy asked as my clit-dick sprouted from my wet folds. “What does that mean?”

“That she is on the road to sainthood,” I said. “Popess Pauline has declared her to be Blessed Lydia. Beata Lydia. The Popess has beatified her. She has performed one proven miracle. Now someone has to pray to her to intercede to the Lord, and if another miracle happens, she’ll become Saint Lydia.”

“Wow,” Mrs. Murphy said as he grabbed my futa-dick. “That’s just amazing. What an honor.”

“Such an honor,” Mrs. Linden said, her curly, black hair spilling around her face. She and Mrs. Murphy leaned in together and kissed the tip of my cock. I groaned at the touch of the two MILFs’ lips on my dick. They felt so wonderful as they smooched at my crown.

Mrs. Murphy had delicious, blonde hair that spilled against Mrs. Lorell’s black. Their tresses were a delightful contrast as their tongues danced around the crown of my dick. They both did such naughty things to me. I loved it. I savored the pleasure coursing down my futa-shaft to my pussy.

I unzipped my corset and pulled it off, freeing my big breasts. They quivered in the air, both the women staring up at me. Two MILFs, on a futa, loved my dick. I savored this new world that Blessed Lydia had created for us.

Mrs. Murphy swallowed my girl-dick first. I groaned at the warmth of her mouth engulfing my thick shaft. The pleasure radiated down my futa-cock to my pussy my cunt clenched. The juices dripped down my thighs, the tart aroma of my cunt filled the air.

“Yes, yes, Lord,” I groaned as Mrs. Murphy bobbed her head.

She was an adroit cocksucker. She knew what to do. How to swirl her tongue around my dick. She was the mother and concubine to Lydia. It only made sense that she would know all these skills. I was in awe of them as she bobbed her head.

She slid her lips up my cock and popped off. The wet plop echoed through the air. Mrs. Lorell swallowed my cock next. The sexy futa-MILF engulfed my dick, her tongue swirling around my cock. She felt so good loving me.

“Oh, yes, yes, my daughters,” I moaned. “You two shall be baptized by my futa-cum! It’s holy! Blessed Lydia gave me this cock!”

“She did,” whimpered Mrs. Murphy, her blue eyes shining. “She’s so amazing!”

Mrs. Lorell moaned her agreement around my dick. She suckled hard on me, her cheeks hollowing. The futa-MILF nursed with passion on my dick. My cunt clenched, juices dripping down my thighs. I savored this pleasure.

After a few more suckles, Mrs. Lorell popped her mouth off my dick and passed me off to Mrs. Murphy. The two were close. Lovers. I loved that idea. Especially with that hot mouth suckling on my dick. It was amazing.

“Oh, Blessed Lydia, this is amazing,” I groaned, my cunt clenching. The pressure in my ovaries grew and grew.

“Just cum on our faces,” Mrs. Lorell moaned as Mrs. Murphy bobbed her head.

She suckled with such might on me. I loved the joy in her blue eyes as she worshiped my futa-dick. She drove me wild with their suckling. She slipped her mouth off my cock and passed me off to Mrs. Lorell, the pleasure radiant through my pussy.

“Baptize us with your cum!” Mrs. Murphy said after popping her mouth off my dick.

Mrs. Lorell suckled on me with passion. Mrs. Murphy with such eager need. They were both so amazing. The pressure grew and grew in the depths of my pussy. In my ovaries. I hurtled toward that moment when I would jizz across their faces.

Just hose them down with all that I had.

I was so ready for that heat to burst out of me. I groaned as the mouths loved my dick. They suckled on me with all their passion. These two MILFs wanted my cum to splash across their faces. They wanted me to anoint them in my jizz.

I groaned as they traded me back and forth. Their wonderful lips slid over the crown of my dick again and again. They suckled on me. Slurped on me. My pussy clenched. Juices dripped down my thighs. I threw my hands up to the Lord.

“I’m about to cum on their faces and shower them in the miracle the Blessed Lydia gave me,” I groaned. “Let my holy cum baptize these two women into your church!”

“Yes, yes, baptize us with your cum, Mother!” squealed Mrs. Murphy.

“Drench us with your holy jizz, Mother Henrietta!” gasped Mrs. Lorell.

I stared down at them, Mrs. Lorell fisting my cock. Her curly, black hair swayed around her face. She licked her lips. Mrs. Murphy’s blue eyes shone up at me with such passion as she quivered in anticipation of my facial.

The pressure in my ovaries burst.

The cum spurted out of my cock and splashed across their faces. I bathed the two MILFs in my jizz. The pleasure shot through me. My pussy convulsed as I anointed them in my pearly seed. They both opened their mouths, catching my futa-spunk like it was the holy sacrament.

I trembled through the ecstasy, my pussy convulsing. Juices spilled down my thighs. Waves of wondrous bliss washed through me while the ecstasy shot through my body. My boobs bounced and heaved as I hosed them down.

It was so glorious to shower them in my cum. I loved every last second of that heat shooting through me. Stars flashed across my vision. My eyes twinkled with such delight. I groaned through every last moment of this bliss.

“Oh, Lord, bless them!” I moaned as I spurted the last of my cum onto their faces.

I panted, my big boobs swaying. The two MILFs turned their heads. Their lips met in a wild kiss. They made out with such passion. I loved how they made out. It was such a wild sight to witness. My entire body quivered as their tongues passed the spunk back and forth.

They traded it. I swallowed at the heat of their passion. It was something wild to witness. My futa-dick twitched as they shared my holy cum. They were baptized into the love of the Lord. I had saved them. I felt so wondrous right now.

“Blessed Lydia, thank you,” I groaned and dropped to my knees.

I licked up my futa-jizz with them, rejoicing in their salvation.

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Lydia Murphy

Italy had been a blast. I was so worn out as I sat in my seat on the flight to India. It was a red-eye. We were leaving late. I had turned so many men into women and women into futas. I could just sleep the entire way to New Delhi.

Of course, my naughty wife Naomi sat on my lap. She straddled me, the seat belt around us both. She rested her head on my shoulder while my futa-dick fit snuggling in her pussy. She felt so wondrous around my dick. I was glad we were petite girls.

It would be tight otherwise.

“Mmm, I love you,” Naomi cooed sleepily.

“Love you, too,” I said.

We had to save money on this flight. So we only booked two tickets. Thanks to my wishes, of course, the airline was more than happy to accommodate my desire to have her sit on my cock the whole way there.

It was so good feeling her cunt shifting around me as the plane took off. My hands stroked her naked rump. It was such a lovely honeymoon we were having. She had such a juicy pussy. I was eager for what fun we would have in India.

All those lovely Indian beauties awaited us.

My wife squirmed on my lap. I did love the feel of her cunt on me. It was a delight to have her quivering like that. She felt so good on me. My futa-dick throbbed in her twat. We soon were airborne. I wanted to sleep, but…

“You just feel so good around me,” I cooed.

“I know,” Naomi said sleepily. “Do you need a good cum to help you nap?”

I glanced at Amina. She was out, her breasts rising and falling. We were getting so used to going around naked. It was a lot of fun. She wore a sleeping mask to cover her eyes. She looked so adorable in sleep. I wanted to be like that.

“I really do,” I said. “Do you mind?”

“Of course not,” Naomi said. She straightened on me, her hazel eyes flashing. She smiled at me as she squeezed her cunt around my dick. “I never, ever mind to make love to you. You should know that.”

“God, I love you,” I purred.

“Blessed Lydia,” she cooed. “Mmm, soon, I’ll be married to a saint. That’s hot.”

She kissed me. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, brushing over the braces on her teeth. Her pussy clamped down around me. She held me tight as she worked her snatch up my dick. I savored her massaging me with that hot flesh.

My hands dug into my wife’s ass as she reached the pinnacle. She plunged back down me. I moaned into Naomi’s lips, loving her hot twat massaging my dick like this. It was such a perfect rush to have her doing that to me.

It was just amazing to have her riding riding me like that. I groaned at the heat of her twat working up and down me. She felt so good. She squeezed her twat down around me. I loved the way she did that. It was such a rush to have her massaging me.

I felt so good having her working her cunt up and down my dick. She massaged me with that hot flesh. It was such a perfect thrill to have her riding me like that. She gripped me with her hot flesh. I shuddered in delight.

She broke the kiss and snuggled her face into my neck. “Mmm, just enjoy my relaxing pussy.”

“You’ll put me right to sleep,” I groaned, her pussy clamping down around me.

It was so delicious to have her cunt riding me. She felt amazing around my dick. She massaged me with all that she had. It was just such a joyful moment to have her riding me. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.

It was like she was sleep fucking me.

I almost dozed as I luxuriated in her wonderful twat working up and down me. The lights in the cabin were dim. It was so relaxing. Just a peaceful experience having her pussy sliding up and down my dick. I hurtled toward my climax.

My pussy clenched, the heat of her twat melting down my shaft. It was such a delight to have her cunt around my dick. She felt fantastic. It was a wonderful thrill to have her riding me. She felt so good about me.

I hurtled toward my orgasm. I rushed toward that amazing moment when I would climax in her. I would spurt her full of my cum. It would be magnificent to have all that spunk flooding my sexy wife’s twat. She whimpered into my ear.

“Lydia,” she groaned.

“Naomi,” I groaned.

She plunged her cunt down my dick. She took me to the hilt. I gasped in delight as her pussy went wild around my cock. She spasmed about me, suckling at me. The pleasure rushed through me. It was such a wonderful experience to have her cunt writhing around me.

I groaned and climaxed in my sexy wife’s pussy.

I spurted blast after blast of my cum into her twat. It felt so good to dump my load into her. She whimpered, her hot pussy convulsing around my dick. I savored spurting into her twat again and again. The pleasure slammed through me.

Waves of delight chased the ecstasy flooding through my body I groaned through every second of this delight. It was just such a powerful moment to have all this rapture shooting for my dick and gushing from my spasming cunt.

“Oh, Naomi,” I groaned, sleep pressing down on me as I erupted one last time into her pussy. I filled her all the way with my spunk.

“Mmm, love you,” she cooed, her breathing slowing against my neck.

I closed my eyes and let the vibrations of the pain and the snug warmth of her pussy lull me into sleep. I couldn’t wait to get there. Mrs. Devi was supposed to meet us and show us some of the naughty delights of India.

I couldn’t wait to see them all.

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Mrs. Kamala Devi

“Oh, that wine was so good,” my sister said as she sank down on the couch on the roof of her home. The stars twinkled above us. “Too good.”

I smiled at my sister. I was glad she married Prem. A good man. “Remember when we used to bring boys up here.”

She laughed. This was our parent’s house but they had passed on. Gita had inherited it since she stayed in India. I had gone to America with my husband who was now my wife. No one had a problem accepting that.

“So you’re married to a woman now,” said Gita, staring at me as I sat down beside her. I slid my arm around her shoulder. “How is that? Being with a woman?”

“Delicious,” I said. “But I’m also a futa’s concubine.”

“Futa? What is that?”

I pulled out my phone and played a video I had recorded. This was back when I was six months pregnant or so. My belly was round. My sister gasped as you could see my breasts clearly in it. Lydia appeared in frame, her brassy-red hair spilling around her face.

“Who is that?” she asked. “This lover who knocked you up. But she’s a woman.”

“She’s a futa,” I said. “A hermaphrodite.”

“I don’t see any cock,” she said. “I can see her pussy lips.” My sister stared at me. “Are you just showing me lesbian porn starring yourself.”

“Futa-porn,” I said. “A beautiful art piece we made. Just watch. It’s about to happen.”

I snuggled closer to my sister. She stared at the screen then gasped as Lydia’s girl-dick sprouted from her crotch. The big and throbbing shaft grew thicker and longer. Gita squirmed there as she watched that wonderful girl-cock blossoming.

“That’s her clit,” Gita said, her red-brown cheeks darkening. She quivered in the sari she wore, the traditional Indian wrap dress. She liked to be traditional. She even had the bindi, the red dot, on her forehead. Though she used stickers instead of paint.

Modern times.

“Her clit became a dick,” Gita said, glancing at me. “A huge dick. Oh, my, she is a beautiful girl. Just irresistible.”

“My student,” I said, my hand falling down on my sister’s thigh through her sari. I wanted to make love to her. To revel in incestuous passion with my own flesh and blood. “Isn’t she just delicious. Look, she’s going to fuck me with that.”

“Yes,” groaned Gita as she watched Lydia’s round boobs bouncing. They jiggled as she settled between my legs. Her futa-dick thrust out at me. A wave of heat rushed through me. “Oh, my, she’s really going to…”

“Oh, yes, fuck me,” the old me moaned. “That’s it! Oh, pound me!”

Lydia giggled as she thrust away at the other me. My sister squirmed there, watching the video with such hot eyes. She didn’t notice my hand slipping into the fold of her sari. She was a sexy woman like me. A MILF in American terms. Married. With children. Her bosom ample and hips curving.

I gasped on the video while Lydia moaned. The futa fucked my cunt, hammering me. My pregnant belly quivered. I had given birth to my daughter a few months ago. She was back in the States with my gender-swapped wife.

My nipples throbbed, my breasts full of milk. I would have to breastfeed while I was over here to keep my milk flowing.

My sister whimpered as she watched the sight. My hand found her naked thigh. I slipped up and up her leg. She was so silky smooth. She trembled there, hardly noticing what I was doing. This was such a wicked thing to do.

I reached her panties. I rubbed at her pussy through the cotton delights. She still hadn’t noticed my touch. My heart beat as my cunt clenched with my wicked actions. Gita stared entranced at the screen as my fingers found the waistband of her panties.

I slipped into my sister’s panties.

Her silky bush felt wonderful on my fingers as I slid down and down to her pussy lips. I found her cunt. She gasped then. She shot a glance at me as I frigged her clit. Her eyes were so wild as I massaged her little bud.

“Kamala!” she gasped.

“Shhh,” I purred and leaned forward. “This is what Lydia wants us to do. She wants us to make love.”

“Lydia,” groaned my sister before our lips met.

They melted together. I groaned at the incestuous rush of kissing my sister. She whimpered, her lips working against mine. It was so hot. I stroked her pussy lips as she trembled, the gasps and moans from the phone so exciting to hear. My heart pounded in my chest as I did this. I just wanted to make her burst in delight.

We would make love tonight.

Tomorrow, we would pick up Lydia, Naomi, and Amina from the airport.

My tongue danced with my sister’s. It was so wild to make out with her. My cunt clenched with the delight of this. I wanted to feast on her pussy. To drown in my sister’s juices. She trembled against me as I stroked her bud.

I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and broke the kiss. I brought my digits to my lips and licked off her sweet cream. She tasted so good. I quivered, wearing no panties beneath the sundress I had on. I cleaned off my digits.

“Ooh, you taste so good, Gita,” I purred.

“Kamala, this is so wrong,” she moaned as I pressed my phone into her hand. “What about my husband?”

“He’s downstairs sleeping,” I purred. “And tomorrow, he’ll be your wife. Do not worry, Gita. Just relax and enjoy what I do to your pussy. This is what Lydia wants.”

I slipped to my knees and opened my sister’s sari. Her brown thighs appeared in the moonlight. Her panties white and delicious. I drew them off, exposing her black bush. She squirmed their and glanced back at my phone. Past me gasped and moaned on it.

“Lydia,” my sister panted as I drew off her panties and threw them to the side. The sweetness of her pussy beckoned. The aroma tickled my nose. I wanted to feast on her with all my might. Just lick at her with everything I had. “Oh, Lydia is so beautiful.”

“She is,” I moaned and pressed my mouth into my sister’s bush. Her curls tickled my face before I found the sweet folds of her forbidden pussy.

I licked my sister.

I lapped at her, enjoying the incestuous delight of stroking her flesh. She groaned as I did that. Her body shuddered as I stroked through her folds. Her boobs jiggled beneath her sari as I licked at her. She would drown me in her pussy juices.

I thrust my tongue into her married depths. I swirled around in my sister’s snatch, loving her delight. She gasped, setting my phone down on the couch beside her. She stared at me, her eyes so wide as I feasted on her.

“Kamala!” she moaned.

I winked at my sister.

“You are so naughty,” she moaned. “When did you get this naughty?”

“Lydia,” I purred and plunged my tongue back into her married twat.

It was so wild cuckolding Gita’s husband. I feasted on my sister’s snatch with passion. My tongue danced around in her sweet depths. Her bush rubbed on my face. She squirmed there, her curls tickling me.

It felt so wild to have her curls brushing my lips and cheeks like that. I loved it. My tongue flew up and down her folds. I lapped at her thick cuntlips. I brushed her clit. She gasped, her boobs jiggling in her sari.

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

I winked at her.

I thrust my tongue into her pussy. I lapped at her cunt with all that I had. It was just such a good delight. I savored the heat of it. It was so fantastic to dance my tongue around her bud. She groaned as I suckled on her.

She whimpered in delight, her head tossing. It was so good to feast on her like that. I stroked my tongue through her folds. I lapped at her with everything that I had. It was so good to have her gasping like that.

“You are such a naughty sister,” whimpered Gita. “Oh, Kamala, we’re sisters. We shouldn’t be doing this!”

“Yes, we should,” I moaned and suckled on her clit.

“You’re right!”

Gita bucked in delight. She gasped out her pleasure as I nursed on her bud. Her juices dripped down my chin. I knew she was getting close to cumming. I couldn’t wait to drown in all her juices. I wanted to have all that delight spilling down my chin.

I nursed with all my might on her. She gasped and moaned, the couch creaking. Her head tossed and boobs jiggled in her sari. I knew my sister was coming closer and closer to drowning me in her taboo cream.

“Kamala!” my sister gasped, her back arching. “Oh, yes!”

Her pussy juices gushed out and bathed my mouth. I licked up her sweet flood, drowning in my sister’s incestuous passion. It was so delicious to have all her juices gushing out of her. I licked them up, reveling in this delight.

She bucked on the couch, her moans singing out to New Delhi. It was so wild to enjoy this with her. My tongue flicked through her folds. I lapped at her cunt with all that I had. I stroked through her folds as she bucked on the couch.

“My wicked sister!” she moaned. “Oh, Kamala!”

“Gita!” I moaned, my cunt on fire.

My pussy dripped with juices as I lapped up her forbidden cream. I enjoyed every moment of her sweetness. I rubbed my face into her thick bush, just enjoying this moment. She was such a sexy woman. She made my heart pound so fast.

I tongued her cunt, the heat rushing through me. My heart pounded a wild beat. I licked at her twat. I stroked my tongue through her folds. I enjoyed every moment of feasting on her like this. She had such a delicious cunt.

“Fuck,” she moaned. “Oh, that was so good.”

I roes and cupped her face. I kissed her with my lips stained in her sweetness. She moaned as I did that. Our lips worked together. A wave of heat rushed through me. This vacation was already this wild and Lydia hadn’t even arrived.

I couldn’t wait until my futa-wife was here to enjoy her honeymoon.

To be continued…

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