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Story Codes: Female/Female, Hermaphrodite/Teen hermaphrodite/Female, Hermaphrodite/Teen hermaphrodite/Female/Teen female, Hermaphrodite/Teen hermaphrodite, Incest, Oral Sex, Facial, Anal Sex, Ass to Mouth, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Public Sex, Interracial, Lactation, Breeding, Hot Wife, MILF, Cheating, Cuckold, Body Modification, Supernatural

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Mrs. Kamala Devi

The flavor of my sister’s pussy flavored the incestuous kiss we shared.

It was so wrong of us to share this kiss. We were flesh and blood. Her husband was sleeping downstairs. It was so wonderful to make out with her on her roof at her home in New Delhi. It was so wild. I felt so free.

This was all thanks to Lydia. I was her concubine. She had claimed me with the lapis lazuli ring I wore against my wedding band. It was all so wild. So wicked that I had this experience with her. I felt so wanton right now.

I trembled as made out with her. I could do whatever I wanted thanks to Lydia. She had freed me from morality. From concepts of fidelity. I could love my wife—she used to be my husband until Lydia changed her—and have an affair with my sister. That was the beautiful thing about this.

I was so happy right now.

And Lydia was flying to New Delhi right now. She was winging from Rome where she had caused some major changes to the Catholic Church. She had made the Pope into the Popess. How wild was that? I couldn’t wait to see her in the morning.

Until then, I had to make love to my sister.

I broke the kiss and grinned at my sister. She wore a sari, the traditional dress of India. She was a traditional woman with a red bindi on her forehead. The dot married Hindi women wore. Hers was a sticker, the cheap way to do it these days.

She licked her lips as I unzipped the back of my sundress. I pulled it over my head. I shuddered as she stared at my body. I didn’t have on panties, my shaved pussy dripping with delight. My sister squirmed there, watching with hot eyes.

“I cannot believe I am going to eat your pussy,” she moaned. “With my husband downstairs. This is so wrong.”

“I know,” I purred. It was hot knowing that I was enjoying my sister beneath her husband’s nose. “Now come and eat me out. You have to devour me.”

“Yes,” she moaned in complete agreement. She sat my phone down on the couch beside her as she watched me unleash my big breasts. They bounced free. She rose to her feet, her panties down around her ankles. She stepped out of them before moving to me. “Yes, I do. And your wife comes tomorrow.”

“Yes, Lydia arrives with her two wives. They’re not concubines like me. They’re her official wives.”

“Well, you are married,” my sister-in-law said. “And your husband is truly a woman?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “With an even bigger dick now that she’s a futa. You would not believe the wild things that Lydia can do to us. It’s amazing.”

She cupped my breasts. My sister kneaded my large mounds. Around us, New Delhi stretched to the horizon, the city lit up at night. anyone on neighboring roofs could see our taboo passion. I loved it as Gita nuzzled into my nipple.

She suckled.

My breast milk flowed into her mouth. I groaned in delight as she nursed from me. She moaned, her eyes widening. Then she purred with her joy. She hadn’t expected me to be lactating, but I was a new mother. I had Lydia’s gorgeous futa-daughter.

I groaned as my sister suckled from me. I stroked my fingers through Gita’s hair, luxuriating in her suckling on me. She nursed with all her passion on my nipple. The milk flowed in such an exciting way. I was having such a good time here.

I groaned in delight, savoring the warmth of this moment. She suckled on me with all that she had. It was just fabulous. I groaned, my face contorting in delight. She gulped down my breast milk. She swallowed every drop.

She ripped her mouth off one nipple, gasping, “That’s delicious.”

“I know,” I purred as she engulfed my other nipple.

She suckled hard. It was so wild breastfeeding my sister. She gulped down the breast milk. My pussy clenched as she loved me. She knew what she was doing to me. I groaned in delight as she swirled her tongue around my nipple.

The heat rippled down to my cunt. It was so wild to have her nursing on me. She suckled with all her passion on my nub. It was such a wild thing to experience. I loved it so much. A big smile spread on my lips.

“Oh, my, yes,” I moaned.

She gulped down my breast milk. She swallowed every drop of it. I enjoyed her gulping down my breast milk like that. It was a fabulous treat. I purred in delight, my cunt clenching from the force of her suckling.

She made me feel amazing. The tingles shot down to my cunt. My pussy burned. Hot cream dripped down my thighs. That felt just wild. She gulped down all my milk, her eyes staring at me with such wild passion in them. Such heat in her brown depths.

“Oh, my, that’s amazing,” I groaned. “Ooh, you are driving me wild. Oh, yes, yes, you are making me feel so good.”

She winked at me as she kept suckling from me. My pussy burned hotter and hotter. She swallowed down my breast milk. I wiggled my hips. She squeezed both my tits, milk gushing from my nubs. I splashed her hair and filled her mouth. She groaned in delight.

Gita popped her mouth off my nipple and dropped to her knees. My sister, with her mouth still full of my breast milk, buried her face into my shaved snatch. She licked at me. I gasped in delight at the feel of her tongue stroking through my folds.

“Oh, breast milk and pussy go so great together,” she whimpered. “I didn’t know cunt could taste so good. Ooh, it’s so wild to eat your pussy. You’re my sister!”

“I know!” I whimpered as she licked at me.

I shuddered as she tongued my pussy with wild passion. She feasted on me, stroking through my folds. I loved it so much. My face twisted in delight at what she did to me. This was so insane. It was just awesome to have her stroking me like that.

She did such wicked things to me. Her tongue stroked through my folds. She lapped at my petals and brushed my clit. Her hands grabbed my rump. Her fingernails bit into my asscheeks. I gasped, my head throwing back.

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s so good,” I moaned as she feasted on my twat. It was just so amazing. “Ooh, ooh, that’s wondrous. That’s just delicious. Feast on me! You’re such a delicious sister!”

“Oh, yes,” moaned Gita. “I’m so glad, too.”

My milk-heavy boobs bounced as she tongued me. I had large breasts. The thirst to drink my own breast milk swept through me. I cupped my boob and lifted my breast to my lips. I latched onto my nipple and suckled. The milk squirted into my mouth.

I groaned and closed my eyes. I loved that taste. I savored it melting such creamy delight through my mouth. I groaned in delight, my cunt clenching as I suckled down all my breast milk. I gulped it down, loving the sweet delight.

My breast milk tasted so good.

The tingle from nursing on my own nub raced down to my pussy and jointed the delight my sister gave me. Gita tongued my twat. She stroked through my folds, my cunt grinding her. She was so enthusiastic about devouring me.

“Kamala,” she moaned.

Her tongue thrust into my pussy. She flicked about in me. She drove me wild with that delightful tongue. I groaned through the passion. I savored this delight as I gulped down my breast milk. The creamy warmth melted down to my belly.

I savored breastfeeding myself. It was just so delicious to nurse from myself as my sister devoured my cunt. Her tongue flicked through my folds. I groaned out for all of New Delhi to hear. I ground my shaved snatch on my sister’s face.

Gita lapped at me with such passion. She was so good at that. She was fabulous at it. I loved how she flicked her tongue through my folds. She drove me wild with that hot mouth. It was so good having her do that. I loved it so much. I savored the warmth of her tongue sweeping through my folds.

“Mmm, Kamala,” my sister moaned.

She thrust her tongue deep in my pussy and swirled around in me. I gasped around my nipple as she did that. I suckled hard, filling my mouth with my creamy breast milk. The sweetness soaked my taste buds. I gulped it down as she massaged my inner sheath with their tongue.

Her lips rubbed on my cuntlips. That felt so amazing. I loved that sound. It was just so wonderful. I shuddered through all this delight. A wave of heat rushed through me. I groaned out, throwing my head back as my orgasm built and built.

In the streets below, some cars drove. I quivered in delight, loving this wonderful moment as I hurtled toward my orgasm. I gripped the back of my delicious sister’s head. I held her to my cunt as a car door slammed.

All of New Delhi was oblivious to our incestuous passion.

I popped my mouth off my nipple and gasped, “Gita! I’m going to cum! Suckle on my clit!”

She flicked her tongue to my clit and licked about my bud. I gasped as she did that. My head threw back I was so glad to have her doing that. A wave of delight washed through me. I ground my snatch on her face.

She tongued my clit. She suckled on my bud. I threw back my head as the pressure hurtled me toward bursting. A door crashed open below as I hit the peak of my orgasm. I howled out in rapture as the incestuous bliss consumed me.

“Gita!” I squealed.

I drowned my sister in pussy cream. The juices gushed out of my snatch and bathed her face. I drowned her in delight. It was so good to have her passion sweeping through my body. The waves of delight washed over my thoughts.

She lapped at my cunt cream, moaning, “Kamala!”

I savored her tongue stroking over my bud. She lapped at me with such delight. It was so wicked to have her tonguing my cunt. I shuddered through it, my milk-heavy boobs bouncing. Footsteps thundered below. Had her husband woken up?

“Oh, Gita,” I groaned as the footsteps rushed up to the roof. “Ooh, I think we’re busted. Ooh, that was good, though. That was amazing!”

“Yeah,” she gasped as I waited for her angry husband to explode onto the roof and yell at us. Lydia would sort it all out. I had faith in her. She would be landing in about five hours.

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Lydia Murphy

“Mmm, that’s it,” I cooed to the Hindi woman with the red dot on her forehead. “Just swallow my futa-dick. That’s my wife’s pussy your about to taste. Naomi’s tartness. She sat on my cock for the entire flight from Rome.”

“Impressive,” the Hindi woman said before she swallowed my cock.

I groaned in delight. We were in the baggage claim of Indira Gandhi International Airport here in New Delhi. We had landed an hour ago and cleared customs. It was always so annoying. But we had our luggage and we should be met by Mrs. Devi here.

But she was running late or something.

That was fine. I had this sexy woman suckling on my dick. She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my futa-dick. It was so good to have her suckling on me. It was just a delight. She nursed on me.

“I have no signal,” Naomi said, passing back and forth.

“It’s fine,” said Amina. She dropped to her knees behind Hindi beauty, lifting her skirt up and yanking down some panties. “She’ll be here. Mrs. Devi is very dependable.”

“Our phones were supposed to work in India,” muttered Naomi, her round boobs jiggling. Her puffy nipples were so cute.”

“It’s fine,” I said. “Ooh, that’s good. That red dot means you’re married, right?”

The woman slid her plump lips up my cock. She had a rich, red-brown hue to her skin that was incredible. “Yes. That’s my bindi. I’m married.”

“Hot,” I moaned as she re-swallowed my cock. “I love having a married woman sucking on my girl-dick.”

“It’s tots the best,” cooed Amina. “No, wait, fucking a married woman’s lit pussy is the most baller thing there is!”

I rolled my eyes at Amina’s mangled slang. My futa-genie buried her futa-dick into the sexy wife’s cunt. The Indian beauty moaned around my girl-dick. She suckled hard on me. Her mouth bobbed up and down me. I groaned, sitting on my hard suitcase. Our luggage was piled around us. It was so hot having her nursing on me.

I groaned in delight, savoring that hot mouth suckling on me. I hoped Naomi’s tartness still lingered on my futa-dick. Maybe I would just have the Hindi wife eat out Naomi’s pussy when she finished blowing me. Naomi needed to calm down.

She waved her phone around, the cute sarong she wore quivering. She had nothing else on but her sandals. I was just naked myself. So was Amina. Her dusky tits bounced as she fucked the Indian woman from behind.

“Ooh, she’s got a tight cunt,” moaned Amina.

“Of course she does,” I purred. “What Indian man is as hung as my dear Amina!”

My genie flashed a big smile at me. “You’re so sweet, Mistress Lydia! I love you so much!”

A flutter of warmth washed through me that had nothing to do with that hot mouth sucking on my girl-cock. I loved both of my wives so much. And my concubines. I was hoping to have fun with Mrs. Devi here in India. I wanted to fuck her in the Taj Mahal. It was a drive from the city. Three hours.

It would be worth it.

“Oh, that’s it,” I groaned as the sexy wife suckled on my dick. I loved cuckolding her husband. I had no idea if she was waiting for him, for a friend, even for a lover. “You’re going to get so much futa-cum spurting into your mouth.

She moaned in delight as she sucked with even more passion. Amina grinned at me, fucking away at the hot wife’s pussy. My genie churned up the slutty beauty with that big girl-dick. My cunt clenched with the Hindi beauty’s nursing.

She moaned around my girl-cock. It was hot not even knowing her name. I just asked her to suck my dick, and she did. All women were attracted to me. They all stared at me with lust, and no man ever got jealous. I loved my wishes.

Every woman was free for me to use.

I savored that hot mouth suckling on my dick. It was so good having her nursing on me. A wild heat built and built and built in my pussy. The heat grew and grew with every time she suckled on me. Every time she nursed.

It was so wild having her mouth working up and down my clit-dick. She nursed on me with all that she had. She brought me closer and closer to cumming in her mouth. My genie-wife fucked her hard while Naomi fretted.

“That’s lit!” whimpered Amina. “That’s tot lit! Let me feel that pussy goin’ wild around my baller futa-dick!”

The hot wife moaned around my girl-dick, suckling so hard.

My pussy clenched, the heat building in my ovaries. The pressure swelled them. I groaned, hurtling toward that wonderful moment when I would cum in her. I couldn’t wait for the heat to erupt from my girl-cock.

Her tongue danced around the crown. I whimpered as she moaned around my dick, Amina churning up her pussy. The Indian wife suckled with passion on me, her cheeks hollowing. Her dark eyes stared up at me, that red dot on her forehead so wild to see.

“Ooh, ooh, that married pussy is so lit!” moaned Amina as she thrust away. “I love bein’ a playa!”

I grinned at her as I enjoyed the Indian wife’s hot mouth suckling so hard on me. She moaned around my cock. I bet she was close to cumming. I knew I was. The pressure in my ovaries hurtled for that big burst of delight.

I shuddered, savoring the way her mouth nursed on me. She worked up and down me, suckling with all her might. I groaned at the heat swelling in me. A shiver raced through my body as that hot mouth suckled on me with all that she had. My ovaries throbbed.

Then she squealed.
I knew that noise. She was cumm

ing hard on my genie-wife’s futa-dick. Amina smiled in delight as she thrust deep and hard into the cumming woman’s pussy. My wife threw back her head and bucked through her own delight.

“That’s tots amaze!” she cried as she dumped her cum into the woman’s pussy. “Yes, yes, that’s just perfect. Ooh, I love it! I love it so much!”
The wife suckled hard on my girl-dick. He

r moans hummed around the crown of my cock. The pressure grew there. My pussy clenched. I shuddered on my luggage and cried out in rapture. I burst in delight.

My futa-dick erupted into her mouth. “Oh, yes, yes!”

The pleasure slammed through me. I loved it so much. I savored that heat rushing through me. It was just so good to have all that delight shooting through me. I groaned through the ecstasy slamming through my body.

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s amazing!” I gasped as I dumped my cum into her mouth.

The married woman gulped it down. She swallowed every last drop of it. This was such a wild moment. I shuddered at the heat rushing through me. I quivered through all that delight, a big smile on my lips.

It was just such a perfect moment to have all my cum spurting into her mouth. I felt so good. The pleasure left me swaying. It was just a delight to have it rushing through me. The pleasure was just so wondrous. I loved every last second of the rapture shooting out of my futa-dick and washing out of my spasming cunt.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I whimpered, my face contorting in delight.

“Such a fire pussy!” Amina moaned, her face contorting in delight. Her boobs bounced and jiggled. “That’s just the treat that I need!”

“I bet,” I groaned, the heat rushing through me. I felt so good right now. I fired the last of my cum into the wife’s mouth. “Ooh, ooh, that was such a treat. Give me a kiss!”

The woman ripped her mouth off my futa-dick and leaned up. Cum and drool dripped down her chin. She planted her mouth on mine. I savored the salty flavor of my cum. I thrust my tongue into her mouth hoping to find jizz in her mouth.

She had swallowed all of my futa-cum. Well, good for her. My cum was amazing. She should have just gulped it all down. I wasn’t mad at all. I was glad for her. It was good that she swallowed all my jizz. I was happy for her.

The pleasure rippled through me. As I broke the kiss. I glanced at Naomi. She was pacing.

“Naomi, honey, she’s just stuck in traffic,” I said. “We’ll get the cell phones straightened out.”
“You can always get a portable WiFi hotspot,” said the Indian woman. “There should be an Airtel kiosk around here somewhere.”

“See,” I said. “So relax. Why don’t you eat her pussy out while I fuck your pussy? I’ll even plant a baby in your belly.”

“Oh, thanks,” said the woman, her body shuddering.

She crawled to Naomi. My cutie wife shot me an annoyed look but she didn’t pull away as the Indian wife nuzzled her head between Naomi’s thighs. In moments, the wife was feasting on her cunt. I had a great view of the woman’s thick bush dripping in futa-genie’s jizz.

My girl-cock was so hard. She devoured her pussy. I moved behind her and dropped to my knees. My round boobs jiggling. My brassy hair swayed around my head. I lined up my cock and nuzzled into the married woman’s cum-matted bush. I found her pussy folds and thrust.

It was so wonderful sliding into her sloppy depths. Being in a married woman was such a treat. I was so thrilled to have her tight cunt wrapped around my cock. She moaned into Naomi’s pussy. My wife shuddered, a smile playing on her lips.

“See, it’s okay,” I purred. “Just enjoy yourself. We’re here in India to fuck Indian beauties and see awesome things. So relax. It’s our honeymoon.”

“Right, right,” whimpered Naomi. “Ooh, she is eager to eat my pussy. Women are always so ready to do nice things for you, Lydia.”

“Yeah, thanks to my wish,” I said. Confusion washed over Naomi’s face as the memory of what I said vanished. No one knew about Amina’s true identity. If I told them, the magic would ensure the information faded away. I had no idea why. “Just enjoy the perks of being my sexy wife!”

“I am,” Naomi moaned, her braces flashing. “Ooh, ooh, that’s so good. Yes, yes, eat me!”

The hot wife gripped my futa-dick as I drew back. Her pussy felt amazing. I loved sliding out of her cunt. As I did, Amina hugged me from behind me. My naughty futa-genie pressed her girl-dick into my asshole. My pussy clenched as she drilled against me, driving me forward.

I buried into the hot wife’s twat as my anal ring widened and widened. Amina squeezed my tits and rubbed her boobs against my back. I shuddered as my sphincter yawned open and swallowed her clit-dick. She sank her genie-cock into my bowels.

“So lit, Mistress Lydia,” she moaned as she sank deeper and deeper into my asshole.

“Completely lit,” I groaned in agreement.

I loved having her futa-dick in my asshole as I fucked the hot wife’s cunt. I would breed her. Amina drew back. I chased her, sliding my clit-rod out of the married woman’s snatch. Amina slammed her girl-cock back into my asshole, burying me to the hilt in the Indian beauty’s cunt.

I loved it. The married woman’s red-brown butt-cheeks jiggled as I pumped away at her fertile cunt. All cunts were fertile when I fucked them. I clamped down on Amina’s girl-dick. She pumped away at my asshole, the heat melting down into my pussy.

It was joined by the silky delight flowing down my futa-dick. My twat drank in the two wonderful and different sensations. I whimpered, the pressure in my ovaries swelling beneath the twin delights. I moaned as I fucked the Indian wife while my genie pounded my asshole.

“Oh, that’s good,” the wife moaned into Naomi’s pussy.

“Her cunt or my dick?” I asked.

“Both!” She clamped her twat down on me. “I didn’t know pussy was so tasty. Ooh, that’s good.”
Naomi gasped and threw her head back. Her boobs jiggled as she enjoyed being devoured. She squeezed her eyes shut as the naughty wife feasted on her. I loved it, fucking the married woman’s twat as my genie hammered my asshole.

Amina set the rhythm with her powerful thrusts. I enjoyed every second of her hammering me. She fucked me with all that she had. It was so good having her do that. I loved every second of her burying into me. It was just such a delight.

She hammered my anal sheath with that amazing dick. She fucked me hard and fast. It was so glorious to have her pounding my bowels like that. The heat swirled through my pussy. Silky delight from fucking the hot wife joined those delights.

I hurtled toward my orgasm.

Naomi gasped out, “Oh, yes, yes, keep licking me!”

“So tasty!” the wife whimpered, her pussy clamping down on me.

“Yes, yes, make my sweetie cum,” I moaned. “And I’ll breed you. I’ll knock you up!”

The Indian wife moaned in delight, her hips wiggling. She stirred her hot cunt around my futa-dick. I pumped away at her silky twat as my genie-wife sodomized me. My asshole massaged her cock like the married woman’s twat massaged my girl-rod. This was so amazing.

My ovaries tightened with the joy of this delight. It was so good to have all that pleasure squeezing about my futa-dick. My asshole gripped that wonderful girl-rod fucking me. I was in heaven here. I was just loving this so much.

“Oh, oh,” gasped Naomi. “That’s so good! That’s… Yes!”

Naomi bucked. Her cute titties bounced. Her braces flashed as she cried out in rapture and drowned the sexy wife. It was so wonderful for her to do that. To have her drench that naughty woman with all her pussy cream. I was so glad she did that. Just so happy that she was drowning her in pussy cream.

A big smile spread on my lips as I approved thoroughly of this moment, my cock thrusting in and out of the Indian wife’s pussy. Her hot cunt clamped down on me as she lapped up my darling Naomi’s pussy cream.

“Oh, yes!” the woman moaned. Her pussy went wild around my cock. She spasmed about me. “That’s so good!”

I groaned as that silky heaven massaged my futa-dick. My genie-wife thrust into my asshole, burying me into the naughty beauty’s cunt. Her married snatch suckled at me. My ovaries burst in delight. I erupted.

My futa-cum spurted into her married pussy. I triggered my wish. I bred her.

“You’re knocking me up!” she moaned into Naomi’s pussy.

“She tots is!” squealed Amina as she slammed into my writhing asshole. Her girl-dick exploded.

Hot cum jetted into my bowels as my futa-seed flooded the Indian wife’s cunt. Her twat milked my dick as my asshole did the same to Amina’s futa-cock. My boobs bounced, the dual delights rushing through me. Pussy cream spilled hot down my thighs as the delight washed over my mind.

I reveled in this rapture. I felt so good as blast after blast of that spunk shot through me. It was just an incredible moment to have all that wonderful cum shooting through me. Stars flashed across my vision. It was amazing.

“Oh, yes, you’re breeding me!” the Indian wife moaned with such passion. “That’s wonderful.”

“I know,” I cooed, savoring her hot asshole rippling around me.

She suckled at me with all that she had. It was just a wild time to have her cunt spasming about me. I loved it so much. I savored that delight. It was a pure treat to have all that passion rushing through me. I groaned as my cock erupted into her again and again.

I filled her up with all my cum. I spurted into her with so much passion. I flooded her twat with all that I had. It was an amazing rush to have all that spunk spurting into her cunt. I groaned with the passion of this moment.

It was amazing to milk my wife’s futa-dick while I dumped my cum into the married woman’s snatch.

Naomi groaned, her face twisting in rapture as she ground her pussy on the hottie’s face. It was so glorious to enjoy our first Indian delight. I panted as my anal sheath milked out the last of Amina’s girl-cum. I panted, my own bliss dying away.

“Oh, that was so good,” Naomi whimpered. “Now where is this Airtel Booth?”

She stepped back and the hot wife crawled off my dick. I just shuddered as my asshole clenched down on that big futa-cock. Amina held me as the woman stood, her skirts falling over her rump. Her lacy panties were bunched around her ankles.

She drew those up and looked around. “There it is,” she said. “It’s right over there. Just go in line and get one.”

“Thanks!” Naomi darted toward it while I slid my asshole off Amina’s cock.

That was all dirty so, being the loving wife I was, I turned around and dropped to my knees before her. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed her dirty futa-dick. That earthy flavor suffused my taste buds. I shuddered in delight at it, the cum dripping out of my asshole.

It was just an incredible moment to have that cum running out of me. It was so fantastic to feel. I loved every last second of the spunk trickling down to my taint. I suckled hard on that girl-dick in my mouth, buffing her clean.

“You are tots a loving wife!” moaned Amina. “I tots love you, Mistress! You’re fire!”

I winked at her.

“Such a baller move to just suck me clean,” continued my genie-wife. She smiled down at me, her round boobs jiggling. “I love you so much!”

I loved her so much, too.

I suckled on her with all that I had. I polished my earthy musk off her cock. That sour flavor suffused my taste buds every time my tongue swept around her girl-cock. She shuddered as I did that. Her whimpers and moans echoed through the airport.

People bustled around us. They were picking up their luggage, reuniting with their loved ones, yawning after hours of flight, and just happy to be here. I spotted the Indian wife greeting her husband. She kissed him. I hoped she told him the happy news.

I nursed so hard on that dirty dick. I loved my genie-wife’s cock.

“Ooh, ooh, that’s it,” Amina moaned. “You’re going to get a huge mouthful of cum. Just a big one!”

Awesome.

I loved her futa-cum so much. I suckled on my wanton futa-genie. I nursed on her with all that I had. The dickgirl whimpered, her boobs jiggling. They swayed above me, her nipples brown and hard and so suckable.

I wanted to just nurse on them. I held back, though. She was such a cutie. Such a hottie. I nursed on her with all that I had. She moaned, her spicy musk filling my nose. I loved that delight as I stared at her shaved twat.

I was glad she shaved her bush.

Her futa-dick throbbed in my mouth as I nursed on her with all that I had. I suckled with such might on her. The sour flavor of my asshole was gone. No more earthy musk. Instead, I had salty precum. I loved stroking over the crown of her dick.

“Got it!” Naomi shouted, rushing back. “Let me get this setup!”

“Right, right,” Amina moaned. “You’re so lit. So is our wife. I’m gonna cum! Yes, yes, Mistress!”
Naomi opened a case and pulled out a black box. She hummed, sitting down and fiddling with it. I kept nursing with all that I had. I suckled with such passion on that big futa-dick. My genie-wife moaned, her body quivering.

I cupped her shaved folds. I rubbed at them before I thrust my fingers into her snatch.

“Mistress Lydia!” she gasped, her fingers clamping down on them.

She squeezed them as I worked my digits in and out of her twat. I fucked in and out of her as fast as I could. I churned her up. I wanted her to drown me in her pussy cream. That would be just an amazing moment.

I suckled on her with all that I had. My cheeks hollowed with my delight. It was such a great moment. She groaned, her breasts jiggling as I did that. Her head tossed as her boobs shuddered above me. She quivered.

“Oh, Mistress!” she moaned. “You’re fire!”

“Oh, shit!” gasped Naomi hopping to her feet. “Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit!”

I had never heard her curse like that before. She was panicked. As I popped my mouth off Amina’s futa-dick, she erupted. Her first blast of futa-cum splashed against the roof of my mouth. The rest splashed on my face.

Her cum hosed me down. Jizz soaked my features. The salty delight soaked my taste buds. I swallowed her load as Amina shuddered, her pussy writhing around my fingers. I ripped them out of her cunt. More spunk spurted onto my neck and ran down to my boobs. I stood, a blast hitting my belly.

“What’s wrong, Naomi?” I asked, the panic so obvious on her face.

“It’s a text from Mrs. Devi,” she said. “I mean, the Mrs. Devi back in the States. From Akhila not Kamala. She says her wife’s been arrested here in New Delhi along with her sister for lewd behavior on a roof and for depraved sexual acts. For committing incest in public.”

My jaw dropped. “What?”

“That’s horrible,” said Amina. “That’s tots horrible. We have to do something about it? Text Mrs. Devi back. Ask here where they’re being held.”

“Gita’s husband Prem, that’s Mrs. Kamala Devi’s sister, is on his way here to pick us up. He might be angry at us. I mean, his wife and his sister-in-law were having an affair on the roof.” Naomi looked up. She swallowed. “I don’t know what he looks like.”

“He’ll find us,” I said. “We stand out. You don’t see a lot of naked women with dicks in the airport, do you.”

Naomi looked around. There actually were a few Indian women going around topless. I hadn’t really noticed it. It was warm here, so maybe they just let those brown bobbies breathe. Others wore corsets, push-up bras, or even sari that left one tit exposed.

My wish for women to dress sexy was in full effect. I mean, there was a woman wearing a garter, thigh-highs, a thong, and panties over her nipple. She was on vacation, I thought, since she was as pale as me. Her blonde hair swayed behind her.

I would have fucked her if I wasn’t so worried about Mrs. Devi and her sister. Arrested for incest was so messed up. And in public? Ugh. I know I didn’t wish for others to be able to have sex in public, but that was going too far.

Just too far. I would not stand for it.

A short Indian man in jeans and a t-shirt marched up to us. He had a graying goatee and looked so mad. A gold watch gleamed on his wrist as he marched right up to me. He pointed a finger at me, his eyes furious.

“You!” he snarled. “You did this! You made Kamala into your slut and she corrupted my Gita.”

“Yep,” I said. “What’s the feminine version of Prem?”

He blinked, the question so unexpected that it knocked him out of his rage. “Er, uh, Prema.” He shook his head. “My Gita is in prison because you made Kamala into a whore! She was a good woman before that! And her husband used to be a man, not a woman! It’s wrong!”

I pointed my finger at him. “I doubt you’re going to think that in a moment, Prema.”

“Prem!” he snarled.

“BANG!”

A sexy woman stood before me, her pants and underwear falling off since he lost at least ten inches off her waist. Her t-shirt fell over a pair of round boobs. She had a circular face framed by long, black hair. She gasped as she stared down at her tits.

“Now,” I said, “if you want to ever suck my dick, you’re going to take me to the jail where they’re being held. I need to fuck your wife. I want to breed her. I want to have an orgy with her and your sister-in-law. If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll breed you, too. Maybe I’ll even give you your dick back. Now, are you going to be a good girl, Prema?”

“Y-yes,” she moaned, staring down at my dick with such hunger in her eyes.

“Good, good,” I said. “We’re going to have a lot of work to do. A lot of cops to fuck. This is going to be fun.”

“Rescue mission!” Amina squealed.

“Yes, yes, we have to save Mrs. Devi,” whimpered Naomi. “She’s such a wonderful concubine.”

Prema led us to her car. She pulled off her t-shirt, going barefoot and naked. Her red-brown rump swayed before me. My futa-dick throbbed to fuck her hard. I had to focus. I had to think about Mrs. Devi. I had to save her and her sister.

Se had a white Land Rover. We piled into it and drove into the chaos of the streets of New Delhi. I couldn’t believe how many people there were. It was so crowded. People in cars. On scooters. Mopeds. People walking. Pushing carts. The buildings were tight together. It was such a wonderful sight.

So many beautiful women, too. Some of them wore veils, Muslim women that had their tits exposed in low-cut dresses or wore form-fitting burkas that hugged every inch of their flesh like a glove but didn’t technically show anything.

Even if the material was so thin, I could see the outline of their areolas.

I knew that Mrs. Devi and Gita were safe. I believed in that as we drove through the city. My cock was so hard. I was so eager to just gender-swap my wife to her. I would make a force of horny women just to rescue my dear concubine.

Finally, we rolled up to a police station. There were a few men outside in blue slacks and this sort of green-white shirts with epaulets. They looked very military. They even had berets on. Prema glanced at me as I sat beside her.

She grabbed my pale futa-dick in her red-brown hand. “You can save my wife?”

“Of course,” I said. “You and Gita will be scissoring in no time.”

Her brow furrowed. “Scissoring?”

“You’ll see,” I said and opened the door. I hopped out and smiled at the two police officers. They looked up from their talk, both smoking cigarettes. They looked at me then dismissed me and went back to their conversation.

I pointed at them. “BANG! BANG!”

Two sexy women cops were there, their uniforms not fitting well. One lost her beret from her sudden growth of hair. She must have been hiding a bald spot as a man. The other dropped her cigarette in surprise.

“You have two women who were arrested,” I said. “Kamala Devi and Gita…”

“Tamboli,” said Prema as she raced up to me. “My wife. Gita Tamboli. They were arrested for… lewdness in public.”

“The dyke sisters,” the one still holding her cigarette said. She glanced down at me, her tongue licking over her lips. She wanted to suck on something else now.

“Good, we need them freed,” I said. “Whoever frees them is getting fucked and bred by me!”

“I don’t have access to prisoners,” the gender-swapped cop said, such disappointment in her eyes. She shifted and her pants fell off.

“You have to talk to the captain,” said the other, pointing inside.

“Right,” I said. “You, take me to your captain and I’ll let you suck my dick.”

“Thank you!” the cop who had lost her cigarette gasped. She darted forward, holding up her pants that wanted to fall down.

I smiled and followed her into the police station. There was a desk sergeant behind a glass barrier. He glanced up, his mustache quivering on his upper lip. He blinked at the female cop trying to keep her pants up.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“BANG!” I said and wiped away the mustache as I made the sergeant into a woman. “Same thing that happened to you. Now buzz us in.”

The desk sergeant shuddered. She rose, her breasts swelling out the front of her blouse. She peered down at my girl-dick then hit a button. A buzzer buzzed. The gender-swapped cop opened the door and thrust inside to a room with desks, some occupied. A few cops were around, all men.

My finger guns went to work as the gender-swapped cop led us across the room. Naomi giggled as one new woman dropped her coffee. She cursed as her pants fell down and her boxers. She bent over, a cute ass and a thick bush facing us.

“Everyone,” I said to the new women, “I want you to have a lesbian orgy. Get naked and get to pussy eating and fingering. Enjoy yourself. I want you all to be a sisterhood.”

A moan rose behind me as the gender-swapped cop led me to Captain Pallav Narang’s office. The cop knocked sharply. A voice called out in Hindi. The cop opened the door and I marched in to find a balding and fat man in a similar uniform, his beret on a hook on the wall. He sipped at his coffee and glanced at me.

Confusion rippled around him. “Why did you… Who are you?”

“Officer Rao, sir,” the gender-swapped cop said. “I was, er, gender-swapped.”

“By me,” I said and pointed at the captain. “BANG!”

The captain lost a lot of weight. Some of it went to those new big boobs her now baggy uniform draped over. Mustache gone. She had a full head of hair that spilled down around her shoulders. She gasped at me in shock. She jumped to her feet, her pants and boxers not coming with them. Her shirt fell down her red-brown thighs like a skirt.

“What is this?” she demanded. “I… I… I’m a woman!”

“Yep,” I said and moved around behind her. My two wives sat before the seat while Prema leaned against the wall. Officer Rao stood at the door, her pants falling to the ground. She had just given up. “Now, bend over your desk. I’m going to fuck you hard. Then you’re going to go and find the two prisoners you arrested for public lewdness and beg them to lick you clean. They’re free, right?”

“Yes, yes,” moaned the woman, her eyes staring at my futa-dick bobbing as I moved around the table. “Who are you?”

“Why, I’m the Blessed Lydia,” I purred. “Maybe you heard about Popess Pauline’s changes. Seen some footage of a sexy redhead fucking her with her futa-dick. That’s me.”

“Wow,” she said and rose. She bent over the desk.

I pulled down her pants and found her black bush. I wanted to free my concubine and her sister, but I was so horny. I was making so many new women, and I just had to fuck one of them. I nuzzled my futa-dick into her bush and thrust.

I sank into her gender-swapped pussy. I groaned at the silky heat of Captain Narang’s pussy around me. She gripped me with that hot snatch. I shuddered at that wonderful treat. I gripped her hips, my round boobs jiggling.

What a wicked start to the Indian portion of my honeymoon.

My wives watched as I fucked Captain Narang. I pounded her cunt with all that I had. I thrust into her pussy, savoring that hot twat gripping me. I groaned in delight as I buried into her with all that I had I fucked her again and again.

It was just so good to have that silky twat gripping me. My ovaries drank in the heat as I thrust away at her. I fucked her with force. I pounded her with so much passion. I loved every last stroke into her cunt. I pounded her with all that is had. It was so good to thrust away at her. I savored that delight. It was so wonderful to have her new pussy around me.

“Such a silky cunt!” I moaned as I fucked her.

“Such a big dick,” she gasped. “Yes, yes, fuck my pussy!”

I pounded the captain’s new cunt. I fucked her while her plump rump jiggled. I loved the way her asscheeks quivered from my hard strokes. Her pussy clamped down on me. The heat melted down my futa-shaft and washed through my cunt.

It spilled around my ovaries.

The pressure of another load of futa-cum built and built in me. I fucked her cunt hard. I pounded her pussy with all that I had. It was so good to bury into her with so much force. I pounded her with all that I had. It was just an incredible rush to plunge into her snatch.

I fucked her with all that I had. I pounded her with force, her silky pussy massaging the crown of my futa-dick. The need to cum grew and grew with my every stroke into her cunt. She whimpered and wiggled her hips, loving my futa-dick. I knew I loved her cunt. This was heaven.

Perfection.

“Fuck my mother!” gasped the gender-swapped captain as her pussy went wild around my dick.

“Ooh, yes,” I moaned and buried into her. I erupted.

My futa-cum pumped into her twat. Her hot pussy rippled around me. She suckled at me with that amazing snatch. I loved this so much. I groaned with all that I had. I loved the way she convulsed around me. Her pussy spasmed with such force around me.

I groaned as her cunt rippled and writhed about my dick. I spurted into her with blast after blast of cum. I flooded her with so much spunk. It was amazing spurting my spunk into her while my wives watched on.

“So good!” Captain Narang moaned. “Oh, that’s so good.”

“So fucking good!” I moaned as I dumped all my jizz into her. I erupted one last time. “Now you go and do what I commanded! Free Mrs. Devi and Gita then feed them that creampie!”

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