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Mrs. Kamala Devi

“Look at that view,” I said as I stepped onto the balcony of the suite Lydia and her wives had rented at the Oberoi Amarvilas Agra, a hotel that was so close to the Taj Mahal. The sunset lit up the white dome and spires of the mausoleum. I had grown up in India and had never been here.

“It is spectacular,” Lydia purred, pushing a slender, Indian woman before her. She bent the beauty over the railing, a fall of sleek, black hair dangling over the railing. We had the most expensive suite in the hotel. Lydia had booked it, and now she was paying for it by fucking the general manager of the hotel.

Ms. Choudhary moaned, “Please, please, fuck me with that big dick.”

“Fuck her,” purred Gita, moving up naked behind me. My sister hugged me from behind. We left her gender-swapped wife Prema behind in New Delhi. She had to work at her business. “Fuck her so hard, Lydia. You are amazing.”

“She is,” I groaned, loving the feel of my sister’s black bush rubbing on me. The incestuous delight of having my sister as my lover was wild. I had told Akhila, my wife, all about it. She was so insanely jealous that she had to stay home and work and take care of our new daughter. “You are amazing.”

“I know,” Lydia said. In the background, Naomi moaned, getting fucked by Amina. “In fact… Gita, bang!”

Gita gasped as something thrust from her crotch and into my pussy. My sister had become a futa. I shuddered as her taboo futa-dick pressed into my cunt. Another wave of forbidden delight washed through me as she grew into my snatch.

“Kamala,” Gita moaned, her futa-dick growing bigger and thicker in me.

I quivered at the wonder of her futa-dick swelling in me. My pussy clamped down on her, a wave of heat rushing through me. This was such a wild moment to have her clit-dick swelling in me. I was in heaven here. My pussy clamped down on her girl-cock.

“Oh, that’s glorious,” my sister moaned as her wicked futa-dick nuzzled into my cervix. “You’re so hot and wet. You’re so tight, Kamala. This is wondrous. Thank you, Lydia!”

“Thank you,” I moaned to my wife, Lydia. She wasn’t my first wife, but she was the one who claimed me as one of her nine concubines. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Mrs. Devi,” cooed Lydia. “And you, Ms. Choudhary, ready to be fucked!”

“I am!” she moaned.

Lydia rammed her futa-dick into Ms. Choudhary’s pussy. The gender-swapped hotel manager gasped out in delight, her back arching. Her small breasts quivered in delight as she squealed out with delight. Her entire body trembled. It was such a hot delight to see. I loved it.

This was an incredible moment for me as I savored having my sister’s futa-cock in me. I loved the girth of her taboo clit-dick. My pussy clamped down on her girl-rod as she throbbed in me. She felt so perfect in me.

She drew back her futa-dick, whimpering, “Kamala!”

“Oh, my, yes, Gita,” I groaned as I savored that wonderful sensation of her thick futa-dick sliding out of my cunt. “That’s so good! Yes!”

She slammed back into me. I squealed in delight, my pussy gripping her futa-dick. She pumped away at me. She fucked my pussy with her glorious futa-dick. She could knock me up. She could breed me with those hard strokes.

It was incredible to feel her slamming into me. She buried into my cunt with all that she had. Again and again and again, she fucked me. She drove her futa-dick into my cunt. It was a fantastic rush to have her pounding me. I loved every second of her fucking my pussy.

She churned me up.

I whimpered in delight at the feel of her burying into me again and again. It was an awesome moment. Just fantastic having her pumping away at me. I groaned in delight again and again. The passion swept through me.

I shuddered, savoring the taboo passion of being fucked by my sister. It was so delicious having Gita fucking me. She pounded my fertile twat, holding nothing back. She fucked me with force. It was such a great moment. I loved every last second of having my cunt pounded.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh,” I whimpered, my milk-heavy tits bouncing as she thrust into me.

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

“I’m taking it,” I whimpered as she fucked me. She pounded me with all that she had. It was so good having her burying into me with so much passion. She pumped away at me with such force. It was glorious having her thrusting into me. “Oh, that’s good.

“So good,” whimpered Ms. Choudhary. “Ms. Lydia, pound my cunt! Pound my new cunt! This is incredible. Oh, Allah, this is so wild!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped Lydia as she moaned.

I glanced at my futa-wife. She grinned at me, fucking her lover. Lydia’s lightly tan body looked so light compared to Ms. Choudhary’s red-brown flesh. I loved the contrast. It was such a gorgeous sight. I savored it as my dickgirl-sister fucked me.

I loved that big futa-cock fucking me. That taboo shaft rammed into my fertile pussy over and over again. I whimpered, savoring the delight. Maybe Amina would breed me or maybe it would be Gita. I just was so excited here. I wanted to cum hard either way.

I wanted my sister’s incestuous futa-seed spurting into my pussy either way. Her girl-rod churned me up. She had such a mighty clit-dick. I loved being fucked by her cock. It was just the best sensation in the world.

“Gita!” I moaned, staring out at the Taj Mahal painted by sunset. “Oh, Gita!”

“Kamala!” she moaned, squeezing my tits.

Milk squirted from my nipples and rained down on the garden beneath. I shuddered, my cunt squeezing down on her futa-dick. Loved the force with which she fucked me. She pounded me so hard. She thrust into me with all that she had.

It was glorious. Rapturous. I loved every second of her burying into me. She thrust away at me with such passion. She fucked me with all that she had. I loved it so much. It was so amazing. I was in heaven here.

She churned me up with her fucking. She thrust away at me with all that she had. I loved it. My hips wiggled from side to side as she fucked into my pussy. She churned me up. It was a nice moment. A glorious passion.

“Oh, that’s so good,” I whimpered.

“Mmm, my dear sister,” groaned Gita. “I’m going to flood you with my futa-cum. I can ejaculate!” Realization swept through her. I could feel it in the change of rhythm. “I can knock up my own sister! My own wife, too!”

“Yep,” Lydia purred, fucking the manager hard. “I’m going to breed you, Ms. Choudhary!”

“Oh, please, please,” the new woman moaned. “Allah, let her seed take root in my womb. Oh, this is amazing being a woman! Yes!”

She threw back her head in obvious delight. She climaxed right before our eyes. It was such a hot thing to witness. I smiled at it. I savored the passion of being fucked by my futa-sister as the new woman climaxed.

Lydia whimpered, her brassy hair swaying about her face. Her boobs jiggled and bounced. I couldn’t look away as she thrust in and out of that hot cunt. She churned up that pussy. It was a sight to behold.

I loved. My cunt was on fire. My pussy clamped down hard on that big sister-dick churning me up. The incestuous bliss swelled in me. I hurtled toward an orgasm. I quivered at the passion of my sister fucking me.

“Yes!” Lydia gasped, burying into Ms. Choudhary.

“You’re breeding me,” the Muslim woman howled. “Yes, yes, you’re breeding me!”

I loved it. Just knowing that Lydia pumped the woman full of her futa-seed sent me over the edge. My pussy writhed around my sister’s futa-dick. My cunt spasmed about her, sucking at her. The heat rushed through me.

“Kamala!” gasped Gita as she buried into me. “Yes!”

Her futa-cum spurted into my pussy.

I quivered through the delight of my sister’s incestuous futa-seed pumping into my cunt. I loved the rapture rushing through me as she flooded my womb with their girl-cum. It was so wild to share this experience with my futa-sister.

She moaned as she dumped more and more spurts of her girl-seed into my writhing snatch. My cunt milked her cock as I savored every last second of my orgasm. The glory rushed through me as she moaned, filling me up with her futa-passion.

“Oh, Kamala,” she moaned, spurting more and more of her girl-cum into me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s amazing. I love it! I love you, Gita!”

I leaned back into my sister’s embrace, her big boobs rubbing on my back. I turned my head and kissed her over my shoulder. She squeezed my tits as my cunt writhed around her pussy. I suckled out all her girl-cum.

Our lips worked together. I shuddered as she squeezed my breasts. Milk squirted out and arched over the railing. It was so good. I felt so amazing in her embrace. She held me, kneading my boobs. It was such a wild moment.

“I love you,” Gita purred when she broke the kiss, her sisterly futa-dick throbbing in my pussy.

“I love you, too,” I cooed to my futa-sister. I was so glad that she had a dick now.

“I want to try other things,” Gita purred.

“Anal,” Amina said. “You tots want to fuck her up the ass while she rides my lit dick! That would be a baller move, playa!”

“She says such strange things,” whispered Gita.

“Yeah,” Lydia said. “Ooh, Ms. Choudhary, time to get buggered staring at the Taj.”

“Yes, yes,” moaned the manager. Lydia pulled out of the new woman’s pussy, her pale futa-dick dripping in cunt cream. “Bugger me!”

Lydia nuzzled her cock between the manager’s red-brown butt-cheeks and sodomized her. I shuddered as my futa-sister pulled her girl-dick out of my cunt. A flood of her futa-seed spilled out of my shaved pussy and dripped down my thighs. She had filled my womb up with her jizz, but the excess pooled out.

“Come ride Amina’s futa-dick,” Naomi said, her braces flashing on her lips. The brunette sat on Amina’s face, the Arab futa enjoying her own futa-cum leaking out of the cutie’s twat.

Naomi was such a cutie with her puffy areolas that nearly swallowed her nipples. She quivered there, milk beading on her nubs. She lactated just like me. I moved in, my boobs bouncing. I crawled onto the bed, the comforter silky beneath my legs. I mounted Amina.

“Oh, it’s tots lit that you’re riding my futa-dick, Mrs. Devi,” moaned Amina, her voice muffled by her wife’s hot cunt.

Naomi was my wife, too. I was hers and Amina’s concubines as well. I loved how wonderfully complicated it was being in Lydia’s harem. I was so glad that my student chose me. It was wonderful being in the harem with her.

Gita moved up behind me, purring, “Ooh, I bet anal is amazing.”

“So amazing,” Amina moaned as I slid my sloppy cunt down her futa-dick.

The Arab’s big dick stretched out my pussy. It felt so good to be in her. I shuddered as I sank all the way down her. It was just amazing to have all her girl-dick in my pussy. My cunt clenched down on her. I groaned in delight, my entire body quivering with the passion of this moment.

Gita’s wet futa-dick nuzzled into my butt-crack. My sister’s girl-cock found my asshole. I moaned, my cunt squeezing down on my Arab wife’s thick clit-rod. This was so exciting. Naomi smiled at me, her hands cupping my breasts.

She ducked her head down and latched onto my nipple.

“Oh, yes,” I gasped as my milk flowed into her mouth while my sister drilled against my asshole.

My anal ring widened as Naomi breastfed from me. She gulped down my milk. I whimpered at the tingles rushing down to my pussy squeezing down on Amina’s clit-dick. It was so wild. A wave of heat rushed through me.

My asshole surrendered to my sister’s futa-rod. Her girl-dick sank into my bowels. I moaned, impaled on Amina’s thick cock. It was amazing having both their futa-shafts in me. My anal sheath drank in the friction as Gita went deeper into me.

Her black bush rubbed into my butt-cheeks.

“Oh, Kamala,” she moaned, clearly enjoying bottoming out in my anal sheath. “That’s incredible.”

“Tots increds,” Amina groaned, her futa-dick twitching in my cunt.

With Naomi happily suckling away at my nipple, I slid my cunt up Amina’s futa-cock. My asshole clamped down on my sister’s clit-dick as she drew it back. It was so incredible to have their girl-rods stimulating my body.

I moaned in delight at the heat washing through me as I reached the pinnacle of Amina’s futa-shaft. Gita thrust her clit-cock back into my asshole. Her forbidden dick sent heat sweeping through me as I plunged down Amina’s thick rod.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned in delight, my nipple throbbing in Naomi’s sweet mouth.

She purred around my nipples as she enjoyed having the cum devoured out of her pussy by Amina. I loved riding Amina’s clit-dick as Gita fucked my ass with her sisterly cock. It was such an amazing moment. I was in heaven here, gasping out in delight.

Lydia’s moans drifted in from the balcony as she sodomized the sexy hotel manager. I just loved being buggered by my sister as I rode Amina’s futa-dick. I slid my cunt up and down that amazing rod. I shuddered, the passion building and building in me.

I groaned and gasped, my boobs bouncing. They smacked together. I loved the sounds they made as they rippled. It was such an incredible moment. I loved it so much. This was just an amazing moment. I groaned, my head tossing.

My sister fucked my asshole hard, her bush tickling my rump. I breastfed one wife while riding the other’s futa-cock. I reveled in sliding my cunt up and down that amazing futa-dick. It felt so good to ride that shaft.

“Oh, my, yes,” Gita moaned as she buggered me.

She hammered my anal sheath with her thick futa-cock. I loved it as I rode Amina’s girl-rod. My milk flowed into Naomi’s mouth. She gulped it all down. She swallowed every last drop of my dairy delight as she squirmed on her wife’s mouth.

“Ooh, that’s tots lit,” moaned Amina. “Work that fire twat up and down my dick, Mrs. Devi. You’re such a playa!”

“I am,” I moaned, my pussy and asshole squeezing down on both futas’ dicks.

I loved their thick shafts churning me up. I savored every last moment of being fucked by them. It was just a wonderful delight to have their girl-rods in me. I rode one while another fucked my asshole. My sister buggered me.

I loved her forbidden clit-dick fucking me. She rammed into me, her hands gripping my hips. I moaned, my nipple throbbing as I rose toward that amazing climax. I shuddered, savoring this delight. My pussy and asshole both melted around their futa-cocks.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered. “Gita! Amina! Naomi!”

“Oh, we just love you,” Gita moaned, her futa-dick hammering my asshole. She fucked my bowels with all that she had. “Yes, yes, we all love you!”

Naomi popped her mouth off my nipple and moaned, “We do, Mrs. Devi.”

“Tots, yes!” Amina gasped as I plunged down her futa-dick.

Naomi leaned back. She pulled my head down to her beast. I latched onto her puffy nipple and suckled. Her sweet milk flooded my mouth. I groaned in delight at the creamy treat. I gulped it down as I rode Amina’s futa-dick and my sister buggered my asshole with her clit-rod.

Gita fucked me hard as I gulped down that sweet cream. Breastfeeding while being double-fucked was so hot. I loved it. My heavy tits bounced and heaved as I rode Amina’s clit-rod. Her futa-dick massaged my pussy walls in such exciting ways, building my pleasure.

The heat melted from my asshole, too. That added to the delight. I quivered at the heat of my futa-sister’s thrusts. Her clit-rod massaged my bowels, the velvety passion mixing with the silky treat in my pussy. I rose toward my orgasm as I gulped down Naomi’s breast milk.

“That’s it,” Naomi cooed. So caring. So loving. “Oh, Mrs. Devi, drink your fill.”

I gulped down her breast milk, the cream warming my belly. I rose toward my orgasm, savoring the two futas’ big dicks. My asshole clamped down on my sister’s clit-rod as I plunged my cunt down Amina’s girl-cock.

It was too much. The heat burst in me.

I climaxed.

I squealed around Naomi’s nipple. I suckled hard, her creamy breast milk squirting into my mouth. A tsunami of rapture swept through me. A cyclone of bliss howled out of my cunt. I trembled, stars flashing as my asshole and pussy writhed around the futa’s dicks.

“Kamala!” my sister moaned and buried her futa-dick into my asshole.

She erupted.

“Oh, that’s fire!” gasped Amina as she explode into my cunt.

Their two streams of futa-cum pumped into my pussy and asshole. I loved their cum splashing against my cervix and flooding my bowels. I gulped down Naomi’s breast milk. I swallowed every drop as I shuddered through such glory.

It was so amazing to have all that ecstasy rushing through me. I felt so amazing. I was in heaven here. It was spectacular to have all that bliss sweeping through me. I groaned through the rapture, milking their futa-dicks.

“Your ass!” Gita moaned as she dumped her futa-jizz into my bowels.

“Your pussy is so fire!” gasped Amina, her girl-cum splashing against my cervix.

It was so incredible having all their cum spurting over and over into me. It was glorious. I whimpered in delight, the heat rushing through me. I gulped down more breast milk as they both spurted their last blasts of jizz in me.

A heady wave of delight swept through me. Stars flashed across my vision. I felt so good. I quivered here, my asshole gripping that big futa-cock in me. I felt so amazing as my sister’s big dick slid out of me.

I shuddered at the heat of Gita’s cock popping out of my asshole. She had a dirty dick. I had to give my sister one more treat. With a moan, I ripped my mouth off Naomi’s nipple and slid my cunt up Amina’s girl-rod.

“Oh, my,” Gita moaned. “Having a futa-dick is amazing.”

“I bet,” I gasped as my sister slipped off the bed. She backed up, fanning her face.

I slid off the bed after her. I dropped to my knees and grabbed her girl-dick. She gasped as I swallowed her futa-dick. She moaned in delight as she suckled on me. It was so incredible to nurse the sour musk of my asshole of her clit-rod.

I bobbed my head, working my mouth up and down her girl-rod. It was such an exciting moment with her cum trickling out of my asshole. More jizz spilled hot down my thighs, a mix of Amina’s and Gita’s futa-seed.

“Oh, Kamala,” gasped Gita as I swirled my tongue around her futa-dick and polished her. “Oh, my, that’s so good. Wow!”

I winked at her and suckled hard on her. I loved polishing her like this. It was just so good to do this to her. She groaned in delight as I bobbed my head, working my mouth up and down her futa-dick. She whimpered at the pleasure.

At the bliss that I gave her.

It was so amazing to polish her futa-pole. I suckled on her with all that I had. I moaned around her futa-dick, nursing with all my might on her. She groaned in delight as I suckled on her with such might. It was an incredible moment to feast on her like this.

She whimpered, her face twisting in delight as I suckled on her with such might. Such passion. I nursed on her with everything that I had. It was an incredible moment to suckle on her like that. She gasped out in delight as I worked on her.

“Oh, my, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s amazing. It’s…” She trailed off. “My phone is ringing.”

“It’s your wife,” said Naomi said and darted up.

I polished my futa-sister’s girl-dick clean as she swiped the phone and said, “Prema! Oh, yes, yes, we’re in the hotel. Oh, I’m a futa now!”

“What?” I just heard her wife gasp.

“Yes, yes, Lydia gave me a futa-dick. I’m so going to breed you with it.” Gita grinned down at me as I suckled on my girl-cock. “Mmm, yes, my sister is sucking on it right now. She’s doing a marvelous job polishing my futa-dick. I just ass-fucked her. Yes, yes, I pounded her in the ass.”

I loved this. I suckled hard on her as my sister smiled.

“Ooh, let me send you a pic!” Gita aimed her phone at me as I suckled off the sour musk of my own asshole. The camera flashed. I blinked against the glare. “There, isn’t that hot.”

“Yes!” Prema shouted.

Gita giggled as I kept suckling on her. I nursed with all my might on my sister’s dirty futa-dick. It was so hot knowing that her gender-swapped wife was listening. This was so wild. It made me hot as I suckled hard on Gita’s girl-cock.

I polished my sister’s dirty clit-dick. The sour flavor was so wicked. My cheeks hollowed as I worshiped her. More cum spilled out of my pussy. What a delicious treat to share this with my sexy sister. Gita stared down at me past her quivering breasts, her big, lush mounds.

Such a MILF.

I loved my sister’s futa-dick. The sour flavor of my asshole faded as I blew her. I suckled on her with all that I had. I swirled my tongue around her girl-cock, bobbing my head. I loved how I suckled on her. She moaned as I did my thing. It was just a treat to suckle on her. My cheeks hollowed with the force of my passion.

“Oh, Kamala,” she moaned.

“Mmm, suck that dick clean,” Lydia said. She sauntered back into the room, the manager trailing after her.

“She’s such a great sister,” moaned Gita.

I winked at her as I suckled on her. The sour flavor of my asshole was almost completely gone. It was such a rush to nurse on her with all that I had. My cheeks hollowed with the force of my passion. I bobbed my head, loving her girl-dick in my mouth.

She tasted so good. I loved her with all that I had. It was such a great moment. I loved nursing on her with such passion. It was an amazing moment to suckle on her. I enjoyed every last second of suckling on her.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh,” she whimpered, her big boobs jiggling. “I’m going to cum.”

“Tots flood her mouth,” Amina moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Naomi gasped. “Flood her mouth.”

“Wanting another load of cum in your pussy,” Lydia asked.

“I want to have Amina’s baby!” whimpered Naomi. “Ooh, ooh, I want to have hers. And yours and hers. I just want to keep having your babies. I love my wives!”

“That’s so sweet,” Gita moaned. “They’re all so adorable. I… I… Yes!”

My futa-sister erupted into my mouth.

The salty flavor of her girl-cum splashed against the back of my throat. I groaned at the wonderful treat. My pussy clenched as I savored that heat splashing against the back of my throat. It was so hot. Her pussy juices soaked her bush. The sweet aroma of her passion filled my nose.

Her bred pussy.

Lydia had created new nieces in both my futa-sister and her gender-swapped wife’s pussies. Gita and Perma were both having Lydia’s babies. I shuddered in delight as I suckled down all that wonderful girl-cum. All that taboo jizz.

It was so hot to drink my sister’s cum. It was so hot to cuckold her gender-swapped wife.

Well, not really cuckold since they were awakened to the joys of polyamory.

The last spurt of cum flooded my mouth. That wonderful mouthful of jizz to enjoy. I slid my mouth off her girl-dick and rose. I pressed my breasts into hers and kissed her. I shared her salty futa-seed with her.

She moaned, tasting her new girl-cum for the first time. Our tongues danced together. It was such a rush to have that cum soaking through my taste buds. It was just an incredible moment. I loved it so much. It was fantastic.

I quivered in delight, loving this passion. It was so good to share this with her.

“Yes, yes, yes, I’m going to have your baby,” moaned Naomi. “Ooh, ooh, Amina!”

“Keep riding me!” gasped Amina.

I turned around in my sister’s embrace. Her futa-dick rubbed into my rump as we gazed out at the sight of some hot action. Naomi rode Amina reverse cowgirl style. My sister’s girl-cock slid between my butt-cheeks, throbbing there.

She was eager for more.

So was I.

Tomorrow would be fun, too. We would be touring the Taj Mahal. It would be such a glorious time. Naomi threw back her head, her brown hair dancing. Her round boobs jiggled, milk dripping from the nipples. She squealed out in rapture.

Amina flooded her pussy with cum. I really hoped she was bred. That would be such an amazing moment. I would be so happy for her if she was. A shiver ran through me, my butt-cheeks clenching about my sister’s futa-dick.

Tomorrow would be a blast.

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Lydia Murphy

Having a hotel right next to the Taj Mahal was so convenient.

After a delicious breakfast of fruits, we were off. I wore a sarong wrapped around my waist and a broad-rimmed hat, white with a mauve bow on it. I had sunscreen on to keep from burning, but I was getting a nice tan. So was Naomi. Amina’s dusky hue had darkened even more.

Naomi had on a delicious sarong of purple that went so well with her brown hair and matched the bow on her wide-brimmed hat. Amina had opted more for harem garb—a pair of translucent pantaloons and an open vest that left her breasts exposed. She looked so sexy out there.

Lots of women did. It wasn’t uncommon to see bare breasts here in India. The women dressed sexily and often just showed off their tits even more than back in America. There were a lot of Muslim women in the crowds, too.

The form-fitting burkas made of a translucent, black silk that hid their bodies and yet led the hue of their skin to bleed through were delicious. Their faces were covered by transparent veils to show off lush lips and dusky eyebrows.

Others wore just the hijab and low-cut blouses or just bras. They didn’t go bare-breasted, but they came close. I loved how my wishes changed the world. I looked around at all the people heading into the Taj Mahal.

It was made by a Muslim prince in what was called Mughal architecture. That was a Muslim empire, or so I gleamed, that ruled northern India. We passed through the walls into the grounds themselves. A beautiful garden with a pool before us and the white building. It was magnificent. Several lesser buildings made of red sandstone were to the right and left, but they were nothing compared to the Taj.

“Oh, wow,” Naomi said as we moved closer. She grabbed my arm, snuggling up to me. “It’s beautiful. A prince really built it for his wife? A tomb to rival his love for her.”

“He tots did,” Amina said, taking my other arm. She snuggled up to me. “When he died, he was laid to rest beside her in there. He loved her that much.”

“So romantic,” Naomi said.

“Yeah,” I said, my clit throbbing as we moved closer.

We passed the pool of water, moving through the lush garden closer and closer to the Taj Mahal. Slender towers thrust up at the four corners of the square with a white dome capping the mausoleum. I was so grand. So majestic.

There was nothing like this in America.

No grand buildings made of stone. Just ugly things of glass and steel. Sure, they were taller, but they didn’t have the poetry. They were built with machines, not manpower. It just wasn’t the same as these old structures that dotted Europe and Asia.

This place was older than anything built where I lived. I could feel the history of it as we moved inside, my heart pounding in my chest. We observed the beauty of it. Love built this place. It endured, a monument that Shah Jahan, the fifth Mughal Emperor, built for his beloved wife, Mumtaz Mahal, to rest in peace for eternity in with him at his side.

It took twenty years to build.

Twenty.

We moved through the interior, staring at the ornate sarcophagi. Those weren’t the real ones, a plaque informed. Those were in a lower level that visitors weren’t allowed to visit, but they had pictures of them. Their bodies rested side by side for eternity.

I wanted that. I wanted to build something like this for Naomi. Amina wouldn’t die. She would have other lives after we were gone, but Naomi and I… We could rest for eternity while our souls went on to Heaven. A grand monument to our love.

“I’m going to have this built for us,” I whispered to Naomi.

She glanced at me.

“I have these powers. I can make things happen.” I smiled at her. “I can convince every woman to please me. There are more women in the world, too. Just slightly.”

“And you make more of them,” Amina said.

“A monument to our love,” I said, tears in my eyes.

“Lydia!” Naomi threw her arms around my neck and kissed me in this ornate place. Her lips melted to mine. I loved the feel of her mouth on mine. It was so amazing to kiss her like this. Amina hugged us both.

Her lips met with ours. A three-way kiss between my wives. I would have to build lesser tombs for my concubines, too. For my mom, Mrs. Devi, for my concubines’ gender-swapped wives, even for my sister-mistress.

I would build something that would be remembered. That would be a UNESCO World Heritage Site.

I broke the kiss and noticed that we were being watched by some women. I smiled at them. One was in a burka with her husband. They were close together. She seemed young and slender. I smiled at her.

“Newlywed?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, her husband nodding. “I am Reva. This is Ankit.”

“Ankit Begum,” the husband said, nodding to us. He stared at our breasts. I didn’t mind. “We had to see this. It’s a beautiful thing of love. To remind a wife that she must be beloved by her husband so he shall call her to join him in heaven.”

“Right, right,” I said. “Does your wife suck your cock well? Her lips look delicious through her veil.”

“I have not asked her to do that,” he said.

“I shall,” I said. “Let’s give her a cock to practice on. Mine.”

“Sure, sure,” he said. I loved how my wish worked.

I headed out of the Taj Mahal and spotted another couple. This was a Hindu one. The wife had the red dot on her forehead like Gita wore. She and her sister were holding hands as they moved around the tomb. I smiled at the woman and her husband. She had bigger boobs than Mrs. Begum had.

“Hi,” I said. “Newlyweds?”

The busty woman smiled at me. Her big breasts were not exposed, but they were held in a tight blouse that molded to them, her nipples poking hard at the fabric. “We are!” She stared at me, licking her lips. “Oh, my, you’re gorgeous.”

“I am,” I said. “That’s wonderful. Maybe you can suck my dick with Mrs. Begum here. She has to learn. I bet you have to learn, too, Missus…”

The new wife blinked and said, “Jayanthi Nagarkar.”

“Well, Mrs. Nagarkar, come and learn to suck my futa-dick with Mrs. Begum,” I purred. “Your husband can watch.”

“And I can breed my sexy wife,” Amina said.

“Ooh, I need to have your cum in me night and day,” cooed Naomi. “I want to make sure that I’m pregnant.”

I smiled as we headed outside into the garden. The two new newlywed wives followed, their husbands trailing. I loved this. I stepped into the sun, my hat shading my face. The warmth kissed my breasts. The day would be hot, but it was still early.

I was just on such a high from visiting such a romantic spot. Now I had to cuckold a few new husbands and bred their wives. I would make them into women. Into futas. They could still fuck their wives. I mean, what was the point in teaching them how to suck on a cock if they didn’t have futa-wives to blow?

“First, you have to drop to your knees,” cooed Naomi as she did that before Amina. Naomi swept off her wide-brimmed hat and pulled down Amina’s pantaloons. Already, Amina’s futa-dick sprouted. “With two of you, licking and kissing the crown is the best way to start.”

“Thank you,” Mrs. Begum said as she dropped to her knees before me.

“Yes, yes,” gasped Mrs. Nagarkar as she joined the Muslim wife.

Mrs. Begum pulled off her veil, revealing her lush features fully to me. Mrs. Nagarkar gasped as my futa-dick grew thrusting out of the opening in my sarong. It grew right for them. The Hindu wife grabbed my dick, her red dot gleaming on her forehead.

She leaned in and licked at the crown of my cock. Mrs. Begum gasped and darted her head in, kissing at the other side. Their two husbands watched. They both wore similar clothes. These off-white tunics and baggy pants beneath.

“My wife will suck her dick much better,” Mr. Begum said. “She is eager to please. She’s a good, Muslim woman.”

“My wife will learn fast,” said Mr. Nagarkar. “She came to me a virgin from a good family.”

“So did my Reva,” said Mr. Begum. “She is devoted to me. She will suck the hermaphrodite’s dick the best.”

I loved it as the two wives licked at the crown of my dick. Muslim and Hindu coming together to pleasure me. I groaned in delight, my pussy clenching. Hot cream dripped down my thighs. It felt so good having that treat running down my legs.

I whimpered in delight as their tongues flicked over my crown. They did such naughty things to me. I groaned in delight at the heat melting down my cock. The two young wives suckled on me, their red-brown faces pressing together.

Mrs. Begum swallowed my cock first.

“Look at my wife go,” Mr. Begum said.

“Yes,” I gasped, savoring his wife’s hunger to suckle on my cock. She nursed on me with all that she had. She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my dick. She suckled on me with all that she had. “Oh, yes, she’s nursing so hard on me.”

She suckled with passion on my dick. She nursed on me with such hunger. Such an absolute delight. I loved it so much. She worked her mouth up and down my dick, bobbing her head while Mrs. Nagarkar watched on.

“You must seize your opportunity, Jayanthi,” said Mr. Nagarkar. “Do not let that Muslim wench beat you.”

“Yes,” Mrs. Nagarkar moaned. She nuzzled in and kissed at my shaft. It was so amazing.

Mrs. Begum popped her mouth off, panting. She licked her lips as Mrs. Nagarkar swallowed my dick. I loved the feel of her lips sliding over the crown of my dick. It was such an amazing moment. My pussy clenched at that heat burning through me. My cunt clenched as others were watching. They gathered around us, witnessing the contest.

The Hindu wife bobbed her head, her black hair spilling around her face. She moaned as she suckled on me. It was a delicious moment to enjoy. I loved it so much. I savored her delicious mouth. Her tongue was agile, dancing around my dick.

My pussy clenched with her delight as Mr. Begum said, “Do not let that Hindu trollop beat you!”

“Don’t call my wife that, goat-fucker,” growled. Mrs. Nagarkar.

“Godless pig,” snarled back Mr. Begum.

“Boys, boys,” I moaned. “You don’t get to watch your wives if you start fighting. “Ooh, and Mrs. Begum, your turn. You have to suckle on me, too.”

Their husbands glowered at each other then glanced at their wives. Mrs. Nagarkar popped her mouth off my dick. She panted as Mrs. Begum took over. The Muslim wife suckled on me with such passion. She nursed on me with everything that she had.

It was delightful. She put her all into pleasing me while her husband watched on. He nodded, stroking at his beard. He had a close-cropped one. He stroked through it, a big smile on his lips as he watched his new wife suckling on my dick.

I groaned in delight at the warmth of that mouth working up and down my girl-dick. I savored the heat building and building as she suckled on me. She brought me closer to cumming. My ovaries quivered in delight.

“You have to let my wife suckle on your dick again, hermaphrodite,” Mr. Nagarkar gasped. “She deserves her turn.”

“Yes, yes, but call her Lydia,” Amina moaned. “That’s my Mistress and wife. She owns me. Show her tots respect. She’s a mad playa and deserves it.”

“Sorry, Mistress Lydia,” said Mr. Nagarkar, but my wife needs to suck your dick. My Jayanthi needs to suckle on that cock.”

“Yes, yes,” Mrs. Nagarkar moaned.

Mrs. Begum popped her mouth off my cock, allowing the Hindu bride to swallow my dick. I loved that hot mouth sliding over my cock. My pussy clenched at the sheer joy of it. The passion of her hot mouth. She nursed on me before the Taj Mahal and the growing crowd.

People filmed us. I smiled at them while Amina grinned nearby. She slid her fingers through Naomi’s hair, our wife sucking hard on my futa-genie’s girl-dick. I loved it so much. This was just an amazing moment.

Mrs. Nagarkar suckled on my futa-dick until she popped her mouth off my futa-dick. Mrs. Begum took back over, the Muslim bride nursing with such passion on my futa-dick. My pussy clenched and ovaries brimmed with such jizz.

I would just flood her face with all that I had. The pressure built and built in me. I groaned in delight at the way they shared his passion. It was so good to have them suckling on me together. I groaned, the pressure building and building in me.

I would have a huge climax. Just spurt my girl-cum all over their faces. My pussy dripped with my juices. I was so ready for the pleasure to burst out of me and shower over them. They both suckled on me with all that they had.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Ooh, that’s so good. That’s just amazing. I love it! I love it so much!”
They went back and forth, their husbands watching. They were both so eager to see their wives make me cum. Amina moaned nearby, getting her dick suckled hard by our wife. Naomi was such a cutie. Such a great cocksucker.

“Make her cum, Jayanthi,” Mr. Nagarkar groaned.

“Reva, you will make Mistress Lydia erupt,” Mr. Begum said.

The two wives just moaned, trading me back and forth. Drool dribbled down their chins. They panted for breath when they finished sucking on me, trading me off to the other. Their brown eyes shone with such excitement.

They were so delicious. I rose toward my orgasm, the pair of them nursing on me. They were so amazing. My cunt clenched as I loved both of their skill. Both of their passion. They hurtled me closer and closer to cumming on them. The pressure swelled at the tip.

Naomi popped her mouth off Amina’s futa-dick to moan, “When there’s two of you sucking on a girl-dick, you have to beg Lydia to cum on your face! Like this! Amina, cum on my face!”

“I tots will,” Amina moaned as Naomi fisted the genie’s girl-dick. Naomi’s pale hand flew up and down that dusky shaft. “Oh, Naomi, I love you, yes!”

My futa-dick throbbed in Mrs. Nagarkar’s mouth as Amina erupted on Naomi’s face. She showered my cutie wife in jizz. Ropy strands of cum shot from Amina’s futa-dick and splashed over Naomi’s adorable features.

“Yes, yes, Jayanthi, you must beg for her cum to splash on your face,” Mr. Nagarkar gasped.

“Do it, Reva,” groaned Mr. Begum. “Beg for her cum!”

“Please, please, cum on my face, Mistress Lydia,” Mrs. Begum moaned, her eyes shining with delight.

The Hindu wife ripped her mouth off my cock and moaned, “Jizz all over my face, Mistress Lydia. Hose us down!”

Their hands both flew up and down my girl-dick. The two Indian beauties, a Muslim and a Hindu, stroked me. I groaned as the pressure in my ovaries hit the bursting point. Their husbands watched on with such eagerness in their eyes.

I erupted.

My cum splashed all over their faces. I groaned as I splashed my jizz over Mrs. Begum’s features, veiling her in my futa-jizz. My girl-spunk coated Mrs. Nagarkar’s red dot, her bindi. I soaked the symbol of her marriage in my seed.

My pussy convulsed, juices spilling down my thighs. The heat rushed through me. It was so grand to experience this joy. I swayed here, loving every last second of this passion. It was just such a rush to have all that passion shooting through me.

Stars burst across my vision. I groaned at the heat of this pleasure rushing through me. I groaned with each blast of cum that burst out of me. It was spectacular to feel. A wonderful treat to experience that cum exploding out of my dick.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I moaned, my cum spilling down my face.

“That’s right, my wife is the best!” Mr. Begum said.

“No, no, my Jayanthi is!” Mr. Nagarkar shouted.

“They’re both amazing,” I moaned as I jizzed over them both. I dumped all my cum on their faces. “Now lick it up!”

The two wives turned to each other. Muslim and Hindu, they both licked up my jizz. Their tongues stroked over each other’s faces, gathering my spunk and sharing it. Their lips melted together. They moaned as they made out.

In the shadow of the Taj Mahal, the two new brides shared my futa-cum white their cuckolds watched. My dick was so hard for more. Amina made out with Naomi. Mrs. Devi’s face dripped in her sister’s girl-cum.

What a beautiful day in India.

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