---

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Females, Hermaphrodite/Female, Hermaphrodite/Teen female, Hermaphrodite/Teen hermaphrodite/Females, Hermaphrodite/Teen hermaphrodite/Female, Hermaphrodite/Female/Teen female, Mind Control, Incest, Oral Sex, Creampie, Anal Sex, Interracial, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Breeding, Hot Wife, Public, Cheating, Cuckold, Body Modification

For a list of all the futa stories click here

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as it’s
constructive, and feedback is very appreciated.

---

---

Click here for Chapter 36.

---

---

Note: Thanks to my beta reader for proofing this!

Lydia Murphy

The breeze blew warm over my naked breasts as I stood in the shadow of the beautiful Taj Mahal. The monument to eternal love built by an emperor for his dead wife so they could lie together in beauty forever and ever.

It moved me.

And so did the two sexy newlywed wives who dripped in my cum. They licked up the jizz I had pumped onto their red-brown faces. One was a Muslim bride, Mrs. Reva Begum. The other was a Hindu wife, Mrs. Jayanthi Nagarkar. Both were breathtaking. They licked up my futa-jizz with such passion while their new husbands watched on.

Mr. Begum stroked his beard, nodding his head. “My wife satisfied you the most, yes?”

“No, no, my wife did,” said Mr. Nagarkar. He was smooth-cheeked but not boyish. A man with passion. “My wife pleasured you the most.”

“It’s hard to say,” I purred as the two wives licked my cum off each other’s features. I had drenched Mrs. Nagarkar’s red marital dot on her forehead, her bindi. That was hot.

Especially when Mrs. Begum licked the cum off that spot, exposing the Hindu symbol of a married woman. Of fidelity that I was able to pervert with my wild lusts. My cunt clenched at that knowledge. A wave of delight rushed through me.

I felt so wanton right now. Just so wild and naughty. A big smile spread on my lips as the two women licked up all the spunk they could find. It was so wild watching them do that. I was in heaven right now. Just so glad that they were doing something so naughty.

“I’ll have to fuck them both,” I purred. “Breed them. Only then will I know.”

“Of course,” said Mr. Begum. “You shall fuck my wife first. My Reva will satisfy your hermaphrodite-rod with her tight sheath. She is magnificent to be in.”

“My wife has the superior pussy,” Mr. Nagarkar said. “You have to experience her pussy.”

“Yes, yes, experience her pussy,” moaned Mrs. Devi. My Indian concubine was on her hands and knees. Her futa-sister fucked her from behind now. That was hot to see.

“Ooh, go with the Muslim wife,” Naomi whimpered as she rode Amina’s cock, the pair lying on the grass next to a flowering bush. Gardens surrounded the Taj Mahal. And a crowd of people watched our fun. “She’s sexy.”

“Well, that does sound like a good idea,” I purred to the two brides sharing my futa-cum. Their lips worked together, their tongues swapping the jizz back and forth. I mean, I just had to watch that delight. It was so amazing. My futa-dick, thrusting out of the front slit of my sarong, throbbed. I adjusted my wide-brimmed hat. “Mmm, when you two sluts are done enjoying my cum, get naked.”

They both moaned their agreement as they kept kissing. They weren’t done enjoying my spunk yet. I couldn’t blame them. Futa-jizz was delicious. I loved Amina’s girl-cum, and Gita had such yummy jizz. Gita was Mrs. Devi’s sister. I brought both of them along from New Delhi so they could enjoy the sights.

And the fun.

This was such an amazing honeymoon. I was so glad that Naomi, Amina, and I were touring the world and fucking all the women we could. I had such naughty plans, but right now, I wanted to breed these two brides. I would leave so many of my children spread across the globe.

I would be like Genghis Khan. Everyone in the world would be my descendant in a few generations. I grinned at that thought as the two wives broke their kiss and started undressing. It was hot watching them stripping.

Mrs. Begum wore a tight-fitting burka. It was black but so thin her flesh bled through, revealing she was naked beneath. It wasn’t long to confirm that. I smiled as her round breasts appeared. She had fat nipples. The short woman looked so delicious cupping her perky boobs. Her trimmed bush dripped with her juices.

Mrs. Nagarkar had on a low-cut blouse with a short skirt. She whipped those off, her bigger breasts bouncing free. They were soft and topped by dark-brown nipples. Hershey kisses that I wanted to suckle on. She had a shaved pussy, her thong molding to her obviously bare lips. She ripped off her thong, naked and delightful.

“Mmm, I think I will fuck your wife first,” I said to the Muslim man. “Mrs. Begum, eat out Mrs. Nagarkar’s pussy. Ever eaten cunt before?”

“No,” groaned Mrs. Begum. “Lesbianism is a sin. The Prophet said so, but… For you…”

She gripped Mrs. Nagarkar’s legs and buried her face into her pussy. I smiled as the Muslim woman ate cunt for the first time. She moaned as the Hindu wife gasped. Her big boobs jiggled. Her head threw back.

“Oh, my,” she gasped. “Oh, she’s so enthusiastic. Oh, wow, that’s amazing.”

“Of course, my wife is amazing at eating pussy,” said Mr. Begum, stroking his beard. “She’s gorgeous. Hotter than your wife.”

“Her boobs are not as big as mine,” Mrs. Nagarkar said as I dropped to my knees, my pale cock slapping on Mrs. Begum’s red-brown rump.

“Bigger than a handful is a waste,” said Mr. Begum. “I am sure there is a hadith about that.”
A what? You know, I didn’t care. I just wanted to enjoy me some Muslim pussy. I slid my cock down Mrs. Begum’s rump. She clenched her butt-cheeks as she feasted on Mrs. Nagarkar’s pussy, devouring the Hindu wife’s twat with obvious enthusiasm.

I found the Muslim wife’s fertile twat. I grinned at her husband, my futa-dick poised to ram into her cunt. I wanted to fuck the Indian bride so hard. Her husband kept stroking his beard, watching with hot eyes. I winked at him and thrust into his new wife’s depths.

“Oh, yes,” Mrs. Begum moaned as her tight pussy engulfed my futa-dick. “She’s so big!”

I loved her hot cunt devouring my dick. I slid deeper and deeper into her pussy. Her pussy welcomed me in. I groaned as I bottomed out in her. She felt so good around my dick. Just a prize to have. I quivered in delight as she clenched her twat down on me. I loved that sensation.

I drew back my dick. She groaned in delight as I pulled back. Her pussy massaged me again. She felt so silky around my girl-cock. I loved the way she massaged me. I thrust back into her, reveling in the delight of her cunt about my dick.

I fucked her hard. Fast. I buried into her with all that I had. I plowed deep and hard into her snatch. It was so good fucking her. I pounded her with all that had. She moaned, her pussy clamping down on my dick with her silky embrace.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I moaned.

“It’s tots amazeballs!” groaned Amina. “Fuck that hottie.”

“Fuck her,” Naomi moaned, her braces flashing as she grinned at me. She worked her cunt up and down Amina’s genie-dick. “Breed her!”

“Yes, yes, breed my wife,” groaned the Muslim man.

I loved this. I fucked his wife hard. She moaned into Mrs. Nagarkar’s shaved twat. The Hindu bride shuddered, her big boobs jiggling. She slid her fingers through Mrs. Begum’s hair, holding the Muslim wife to her twat.

I fucked deep and hard into the Muslim wife’s delicious pussy. Her fertile flesh welcomed me with my every thrust. I groaned, pounding her with all that I had. It was such a rush to have her gripping my dick as I pounded her twat.

She moaned into Mrs. Nagarkar’s pussy, licking and lapping at her fellow hot wife’s twat. The Hindu bride whimpered, her face wising in delight. I loved the gleam of delight in the woman’s eyes as she ground her snatch on Mrs. Begum’s mouth.

“Pound her,” whimpered the Hindu wife. “Ooh, she’s licking my cunt with such hunger. She’s so good at eating pussy!”

“Of course she is,” Mr. Begum said, his pride so obvious.

“My wife will be even better at it,” Mr. Nagarkar insisted.

God, I loved their competition. It made fucking Mrs. Begum’s tight pussy so much more exciting. I pounded the Muslim wife with my big futa-dick. I savored having her cunt squeezing around my cock. She massaged me with her delicious snatch.

My futa-cock pumped in and out of her pussy, my boobs bouncing. The crowds snapped pictures. Some of them whispered about the Vatican and the Popess. Was I becoming famous? That was amazing. I loved it.

I thrust hard at Mrs. Begum’s pussy. The Muslim wife moaned into the Hindu bride’s shaved cunt. I watched Mrs. Nagarkar’s big boobs jiggling as she quivered toward her orgasm. She would have a huge one. I could feel it.

“Oh, that’s so good,” the sexy Hindu wife moaned. “Just keep licking me like that. Oh, that’s amazing. Yes, yes, just make me cum so hard.”

I loved it. I loved the sounds she made. It was so delicious as I thrust away at that hot cunt. I fucked her with force. I pounded her cunt with all that I had. It was so good to have her snatch gripping about my dick.

I pumped away deep and hard. I fucked her pussy with all that I had. It was so good to thrust into her snatch. I fucked her pussy with force. I churned up her cunt with passion. She groaned, her twat gripping my dick.

“Oh, that’s good,” whimpered Mrs. Begum.

“It is,” gasped Mrs. Nagarkar. “I’m going to drown you. Oh, yes, yes.”

“Drown her, my love,” Mr. Nagarkar groaned as I fucked his wife hard and fast. “Drown her in all your pussy juices.”

“I will,” the wife said, her face twisting in delight. “Oh, she’s got her tongue dancing around in me. She’s licking me with all that she had. That’s so good. I love it. I love it so much!”

I smiled in delight at the sounds she made as I fucked Mrs. Begum’s twat. She held me tight with all that wonderful cunt. I loved every second of fucking her snatch. I pounded her pussy with force. It was a magnificent delight. She whimpered, her hips wiggling back and forth, stirring her twat around my futa-cock.

The pressure to cum built in my ovaries. They brimmed with all the cum that I would flood her with. I would pump her full of my jizz. Just flood her with every drop of passion that I had. I thrust into her again and again.

She squeezed her twat down around me. The pressure hurtled closer and closer to bursting. I groaned with my every thrust into her. It was so good to fuck her with all that I had. It was amazing to ram into her.

“Oh, that’s amazing,” whimpered Mrs. Begum. “Your big dick, hermaphrodite!”

“She’s a futa!” someone cried from the crowd. “Beata Lydia! The Blessed Lydia!”

“So blessed!” Mrs. Begum gasped as I buried into her cunt.

Her pussy went wild around my dick. I groaned as her cunt suckled at me. She moaned into Mrs. Nagarkar’s snatch. The busty Hindu wife shuddered as I drew back my clit-dick. I loved how the Muslim bride’s juicy twat suckled at me. I buried back into her.

“Oh, yes!” Mrs. Nagarkar gasped. “That’s… I… Yes!”

She bucked through her orgasm as I moaned out my own bliss and erupted into Mrs. Begum’s pussy. I pulled the trigger and bred her. I knocked her up. A wave of heat rushed through me as I dumped more and more of my cum into her pussy.

I flooded her with all that I had. It was so good to have all that rapture rushing through me. It was awesome to have all that delight rushing through me. My cunt rippled around that big dick. I moaned in delight as I pumped my futa-seed into the wife’s fertile pussy.

“Yes, yes, breed my wife,” Mr. Begum groaned, stroking his beard.

“She tots is!” Amina squealed.

I pumped more and more of my cum into Mrs. Begum’s pussy. She milked me. It was so amazing to have all that pleasure rushing through me. A dizzy rush of delight washed through me. I threw back my head, my boobs bouncing, and erupted one more time.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I moaned, my orgasm cresting in me. Delight buzzed in my pussy, juices dripping down my thighs. “Oh, you are bred, Mrs. Begum.”

“Now breed my wife,” growled Mr. Nagarkar. “Breed my Jayanthi!”

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

Mrs. Jayanthi Nagarkar

“Yes, yes, breed me,” I moaned, my body quivering. I was naked at the Taj Mahal and didn’t care. I just wanted to please Lydia.

They called her Blessed. She was. With that massive, pale cock she pulled out of the Muslim woman’s cunt. I licked my lips, a wave of heat rushing through me as that thick shaft dripped with pussy cream. I had to have that huge cock in me.

“Mmm,” Lydia purred, her skin a light tan, her brassy hair spilling around her face. Such an exotic look. “Why don’t you stretch out on your back so Mrs. Begum can sit on your face? How does that sound, Mrs. Nagarkar?”

“Wonderful,” I moaned, so eager to have her girl-dick in me.

I stretched out on the lawn, my husband watching. Arun had such a big grin on his face. He wanted me to get fucked so badly. I wanted it, too. I spread my legs, the grass tickling my back and rump. My pussy dripped with juices. The Muslim woman had devoured me.

Now she straddled me. Her thick, black bush dripped with salty cum. The tangy aroma of her pussy filled my nose, too. I had never eaten cunt. I wasn’t a deviant. A shiver ran through me as the sexy woman planted her twat right on my mouth.

I groaned as my tongue flicked through her folds. I lapped at her. I stroked my tongue through her folds. She gasped as I did that. She squirmed on me as my tongue flicked through her folds. I gathered up all that wonderful cum.

She tasted so good. Just so delicious.

Then Lydia’s futa-dick pressed into my pussy folds.

A wave of delight washed through me as my husband said, “Fuck my wife hard. She needs it. My Jayanthi needs to be pounded.”

“Yes,” I moaned into Mrs. Begum’s pussy.

Lydia purred, “I’ll breed her, don’t you worry, stud.”

I heard the mockery in Lydia’s voice. My husband was not a stud compared to her big futa-dick. She thrust it into me. I moaned into the furred muff sitting on my face. My cunt stretched around that girl-cock. I couldn’t believe a rod could be so big.

She was amazing. My toes curled from the delight of this moment. I quivered here, my big boobs jiggling as she reached to the hilt in me. She kissed at my cervix. The entrance to my womb. My husband had hoped I would be bred on our honeymoon.

I would have Lydia’s baby instead.

“Oh, that’s good pussy,” purred Lydia as she drew back her massive futa-dick.

“The best,” my husband said. “My wife has the best pussy.”

How did he know that? A flare of anger shot through me that was washed away by Lydia’s big futa-dick burying into me. I moaned into Mrs. Begum’s sloppy twat. More cum leaked out of her tart depths. I whimpered and licked up the jizz.

The salty spunk tasted so good mixed with her pussy cream.

Moaning, I lapped at her with all that I had. I stroked my tongue through her folds. She quivered in delight, as my tongue stroked through her folds. Her head tossed and butt-cheeks clenched before me. I loved licking her as Lydia fucked away at me.

The amazing futa plunged her futa-dick in and out of cunt. She fucked me so hard. She pounded me with all that I had. I squirmed on the ground, lapping up the cum that spilled out of Mrs. Begum’s furred muff. It was such delicious jizz.

I had to enjoy it all.

I thrust my tongue into her twat. I swirled around in her, gathering up the salty cum that spilled out of her. I loved that treat as that big futa-dick hammered me. Lydia churned up my pussy with her massive shaft.

It was glorious having her fucking me as I licked her cum out of Mrs. Begum’s pussy. I stroked my tongue around in the Muslim woman’s pussy. I stirred up her snatch, savoring every moment of her squirming on my face. She whimpered and moaned as I did this.

I licked at her. I lapped at her. I drove her wild.

“Oh, oh, that’s so good,” moaned Mrs. Begum. She gripped my big boobs. She kneaded them as she ground her furred muff on my face.

I loved heaving that as I tongued her twat. I flicked around in her pussy, wanting to drive her wild. My tongue danced around in her cunt. She tasted so good. Just so delicious. I was enjoying feasting on her like this. I wanted to make her howl in delight.

Just as much as I wanted to howl on Lydia’s amazing futa-dick. She pounded my cunt with all that she had. It was so great having her burying into my snatch. She churned me up with all that wonderful girl-cock.

“Oh, Arun, she’s so big,” I moaned to my new husband. “So thick and long!”

“So long,” Mrs. Begum added as she squirmed on me.

I licked at her pussy with passion. I stroked around in her flesh, wanting her to cum. I wanted her to gasp out in such delight. It was so hot swirling my tongue around in her cunt. I feasted on her with all that I had.

I licked at her with all my passion. All my lust. It was so wild to do this. To thrust my tongue into her pussy and swirl around in her. She squirmed on me, whimpering in delight as I did just that. I caressed her.

Loved her.

My tongue flicked about in her snatch. She quivered on me, her head tossing. Her butt-cheeks clenched and relaxed as I loved her. I tongued her with all that I had. It was so good to lick the cum out of her tangy depths.

But there was less and less of it for me to find.

I plunged my tongue deep into her cunt as Lydia’s blessed futa-dick buried to the hilt in me. She plowed deep and hard into my cunt. I loved her stretching me out. It was so wild to have her so deep in me. I loved it immensely.

“Oh, yes, yes, I’m going to breed your wife!” Lydia moaned, her futa-dick thrusting to the hilt in my cunt again and again.

“Breed her,” Arun groaned. “Breed my beautiful Jayanthi!”

I loved hearing him say that. It was so hot having that big dick fucking me. My tongue swirled around in Mrs. Begum’s pussy. I searched the Muslim bride’s cunt for more of the futa’s yummy jizz. I didn’t find it. Just more tangy pussy juices.

I flicked my tongue through her folds and found her clit. I attacked it, my cunt clenching down on Lydia’s big dick. I held her tight as she hurtled me closer and closer to bursting. To exploding in rapture on her futa-dick. I suckled hard on Mrs. Begum’s clit.

“Oh, oh, Mrs. Nagarkar,” she whimpered, her hands kneading my tits. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s just amazing!”

I moaned my own agreement as that big clit-dick fucked into my pussy again and again. It was so good having the futa fuck me like that. Lydia churned me up with all that he had. It was glorious. I loved every last second of it. This was so amazing.

So wondrous.

Glorious.

Mrs. Begum squeezed her fingers into my tits. She gasped, bucking on me. Her pussy juices gushed out of her cunt. A flood of her tangy delight. It was such an amazing moment. I loved it. I was in such heaven here.

I licked and lapped up her cunt. I stroked my tongue through her folds, enjoying every last second of her pussy cream dumping out of her cunt and bathing my mouth. I lapped at her with my passion. It was such an incredible moment as Lydia bruised into me. Her futa-dick stretched me out.

I burst in delight.

“Fuck my mother!” I gasped out in Hindi.

My pussy convulsed around Lydia’s big futa-dick. I drowned in Mrs. Begum’s cunt cream as she moaned on me. Lydia’s wondrous girl-rod pumped away at me a few more times. Then she gasped out and erupted.

Her hot futa-cum flooded my womb. As her seed spurted into me, I felt it happen. She bred me. A second orgasm burst in me. A second wondrous rush of bliss that swept through my body. Stars flashed across my vision.

“Oh, shit!” Lydia moaned as she dumped her cum into me. “I’m breeding your wife!”

“That’s glorious!” Arun groaned.

“It is!” I whimpered, my cunt writhing around that amazing girl-rod flooding my pussy with all her futa-cum. Blast after blast of her hot jizz spurted into me. “Oh, I’m pregnant, Arun! Pregnant!”

“That’s wondrous,” he groaned as my pussy milked all that cum from Lydia’s futa-dick.

I licked at Mrs. Begum’s cunt. She swayed on me, her pregnant pussy rubbing on my face. Her curls tickled me. She moaned, her long fall of black hair spilling down her back. She quivered then rolled off me, panting.

Lydia erupted into me one more time. She filled me up with her cum. My orgasm crested in me. I felt so good. I could just fly away. This was such an exciting moment. I felt so good as Lydia winked at me.

She pulled out of my cunt and said, “What’s your husbands’ first names?”

“Arun!” I said as Mrs. Begum gasped out, “Ankit.”

“So are Aruna and Ankita the feminine version of those names?” Lydia asked, her futa-dick throbbing before her.

I nodded as she pointed her finger at my husband like a gun. I sat up. What was she doing? My husband had a bemused smile on his face. Ankit Begum stroked his beard as he watched, his wife panting before his feet.

“Bang! Bang!” Lydia said, “shooting” my husband than Mrs. Begum’s.

Only, my husband was now my wife. Arun was Aruna, her face feminine, her hair long and black. Her breasts filled out her tunic and her pants fell down her legs. She gasped and ripped off her tunic to expose her round breasts. Ankita pulled off her tunic, her beard gone, her face smooth. She had small breasts. Had become a petite woman.

“Fuck my mother,” gasped Aruna as she stared down at her breasts. She cupped them. “I have tits.”

“Yes, you do,” I purred. “And a pussy.” I crawled to my new wife and nuzzled my face into her twat. She smelled so sweet. Her curls tickled my lips. I loved that sensation. I kissed at her flesh. “Oh, you taste good. Better than the Muslim bride.”

“Allah!” gasped Ankita. Her wife was doing the same thing I was, licking at that new pussy. This was so wild.

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

Mrs. Ankita Begum

I gasped as my wife nuzzled into my pussy. I had a pussy. Her lips found my cunt and licked at me. She stroked her tongue through my folds. It was so wild. I shuddered, my small breasts quivering. The beautiful Lydia smiled at me.

The Caucasian woman moved around behind me, her futa-dick bobbing.

“Fuck my mother,” I muttered in Urdu as she pressed her girl-dick into my butt-crack. “Are you going to…?”

“Sodomize you?” she purred. “Yes. It’s one of the joys of being a woman. Having a futa fuck you with a big dick!”

“Yes!” the other futa moaned as she lined up behind my wife and thrust her girl-dick into her cunt.

Reva moaned into my pussy. My wife licked at my new cunt with such passion as she was filled with another futa-dick. The Arab hermaphrodite grinned at me as she savored my wife’s cunt. I shuddered as Lydia found my asshole.

She thrust against my backdoor.

I groaned as my anal sheath stretched to take her. I groaned in delight as she penetrated my anal sheath. It was so good having her sliding into me. I shuddered at the warmth of her big futa-dick sliding deeper into me.

It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Being a woman was spectacular.

I shuddered, grinding my new pussy on my wife’s face. My bride licked at me as she moaned her own pleasure, the Arab futa fucking Reva’s pussy hard. My own asshole gripped Lydia’s girl-dick. That massive cock felt so wonderful in my asshole.

“Oh, yes,” I groaned, Lydia’s round boobs rubbing into my back. They were so delicious against me. She slid her hands up and massaged my little titties.

I had small ones, but I didn’t care. They were so sensitive. I gasped as she brushed my nipples. Current shot down to my cunt. I groaned at that delight. It was so good having Reva’s tongue sliding around my folds. She stroked over them.

Her tongue plunged into my pussy as Lydia drew back her futa-dick. My bowels gripped her girl-rod, all that heat melting down to my pussy that my wife devoured. Reva feasted on me, groaning as she took Amina’s clit-cock.

Lydia plunged her futa-dick back into my asshole.

“Yes!” I moaned in delight, loving the friction.

It was all so heady. This wondrous, delicious bliss caused by her futa-dick plunging in and out of my asshole while my new bride feasted on my pussy. She licked at me with all that she had. She tongued me. It was incredible having her do that. I shivered in delight as she fucked my asshole. She pounded my bowels with all that she had.

It was so glorious to have her do that. I loved her burying into me again and again. She fucked me with such passion. She buried into me with rapturous strokes. I loved every second of her pumping away at me.

I gripped her futa-dick with my tight asshole as she drove her girl-rod in and out of my bowels. I whimpered, Reva’s tongue lapping at my cunt. She stroked through my folds. She drove me wild with what she did. It was such a great moment to enjoy.

“Ooh, you got such a tight asshole, Mrs. Begum,” purred Lydia. “Ankita Begum. That’s a sexy name. Ankita, Ankita, Ankita!”

“Yes!” I moaned, my bowels clamping down Lydia’s futa-dick.

“So sexy,” Reva purred.

I shuddered at her tongue flicking around in my pussy. She wiggled it about in me as Lydia ass-fucked me hard. She buggered me with all that she had. She fucked me with so much force. I groaned, savoring that big cock pounding my bowels.

My wife’s tongue stroked through my folds. She moaned while I watched the Arab hermaphrodite’s tits bouncing. They were round and perky. The futa grinned at me as she enjoyed my wife’s snatch. She fucked Reva hard.

“Your bride has a great pussy,” moaned the futa.

“Yes, yes, she is glorious,” I moaned, savoring that big futa-dick plowing into my asshole. It was so wild to feel.

“Yes, yes, yes,” whimpered Lydia. “Ooh, ooh, that’s it. That’s so good. I love this so much.”

She fucked my asshole hard and fast. She buried her futa-dick into my bowels as my wife flicked her tongue to this bud. What was that? It felt so good to have her lick there. It was my clit. Yes, yes, that was my clitoris.

It was amazing to have Reva lap at my pussy. I had to return the favor. I never would have dreamed of eating out a woman’s cunt, but I would know. I would devour my wife. My bowels clamped down on that big dick fucking me.

I rose toward my orgasm, whimpering. Lydia massaged my small breasts. She made me feel so good. I reveled in that hot passion. It was amazing to have that futa-dick pounding me as my wife nibbled on my clit.

“Reva! Lydia!” I whimpered. “Oh, that’s good. That’s so good! I’m going to cum!”

Reva suckled harder on my clit.

“Yes, yes, I am going to burst with such passion. That’s it.” I shivered, my face twisting in delight. “Oh, that’s so good. I… I… Yes!”

My body burst with delight. My first feminine orgasm exploded through me.

I drowned Reva with my pussy juices. My cunt writhed with delight while my asshole… My asshole spasmed around Lydia’s futa-dick. She moaned, fucking me hard. I bucked through the rapture in her embrace, savoring all that heat rushing through me.

She plowed into me and groaned. “Yes!”

Her futa-cum spurted into my asshole.

I gasped. It was amazing having all her futa-jizz pumping into my bowels. My pussy spasmed harder, the waves of rapture washing over my mind. Stars flashed across my vision. I groaned at the bliss of this moment.

“Oh, that’s amazing!” Reva moaned into my pussy. “Yes!”

I knew she was cumming on the Arab futa’s dick. The beauty winked at me and buried into my wife’s cunt. The Arab hottie shuddered, her tits bouncing as she dumped her cum into my wife’s bred twat. She filled Reva up with jizz.

“So lit!” the Arab futa moaned. “Your pussy’s fire, Mrs. Begum.”

“I love your cum!” my wife whimpered as she kept licking at my pussy. That sent more delight through me.

Cumming as a woman was amazing. The glorious waves washed through me. My wife tongued at my pussy as my asshole milked Lydia’s futa-dick. I worked out all the cum that she had in her. I shuddered through my bliss.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered.

“So good,” moaned my wife into my pussy as she milked out all of the Arab futa’s cum.

Lydia erupted one last time. She pulled out of me as I quivered through my orgasm. Her cum trickled out of my asshole as I shuddered here. The Arab futa ripped her girl-dick out of my wife. Reva moaned her delight into my pussy.

“Bang!” Lydia said, pointing down at my wife.

Reva gasped. She pulled her face from my pussy and stared down her body to… A big futa-dick growing out of her thick bush. My wife had the cock now. A shiver ran through me as she stared up at me with such heat in her eyes.

My knees grew weak. I dropped to the grass before her. I kissed my wife. Our lips melted together. She tasted of my tart pussy. I groaned as she pushed me back onto the grass. My futa-wife mounted me with her new dick.

She had the cock now.

I shuddered in delight at the wicked reversal. Our tongues danced together as she shifted her hips, sliding her thick dick through my bush and nuzzling it into the folds of my pussy. Her round boobs rubbed into my small tits as I quivered in anticipation.

I broke the kiss and gasped, “Fuck me!”

“Yes, my heart,” Reva moaned and thrust her big futa-dick into my pussy.

I gasped in delight at the girth of her girl-cock burying into me. It was such a delicious treat to have her filling me up. I savored that wonderful shaft in me. I trembled on the ground, my pussy clamping down on her glorious futa-dick.

She felt even better in my pussy than having Lydia’s amazing dick in my cunt. This was such a glorious moment. I shuddered on the floor, my heart pounding in my chest as my wife completed me. This was such a wonderful moment. I stared into her brown eyes.

She smiled at me as she drew back her futa-dick. I shuddered beneath my wife’s form. She thrust her girl-cock back into me. She buried it deep and hard into my snatch. It was so good to feel her pumping away at me.

Her cock thrust in and out of my pussy. It felt so right. Women were made to be penetrated by their husbands’—well, futa-wives’—big dicks. This was just the right and proper thing I was meant for. I needed to be fucked like this.

I had to be taken hard like this.

It was so good having that wonderful cock pumping away at me. I loved it so much. It was so good to have it churning me up. Just thrusting away into my cunt. I quivered in delight, my pleasure building and building in me.

I hurtled toward my orgasm. I would have a mighty one. A big climax. I couldn’t wait for my pleasure to burst in me. I squeezed my cunt down on her girl-cock as she churned me up, our breasts pressing together.

Our nipples kissed.

“Reva!” I gasped as the sparks shot through me. It was so good to have that pleasure sizzling through me. It was amazing. She thrust into me. “I’m going to cum!”

“Please, please,” my sexy wife moaned as she thrust her futa-dick in and out of me. “Oh, yes, yes, cum on my futa-dick!”

My wife buried into my twat again and again. That wondrous cock churned me up. It felt so great having her fucking into me. I quivered through the delight, the pleasure building and building in me. It was fantastic.

She buried into me with such force. I shuddered beneath her, rising and rising toward that moment when I would burst on her. She felt so good in me. I slid my hands down and grabbed her rump. I squeezed as she buried into me.

Her cock reached to my cervix. She knocked at the entrance to my womb. I could have children.

I burst in ecstasy. My cunt writhed around my wife’s futa-dick. I bucked beneath her, gasping out in rapture as the bliss swept through me. The waves of euphoria—of feminine bliss—drowned my mind. I loved it.

“Cum in me!” I moaned to my futa-wife. “Breed me!”

“Ankita!” Reva gasped as she buried into my cunt and erupted.

Her cum spurted into my pussy. Her jizz splashed against my cervix. She flooded me with her girl-seed. I gasped in delight, my cunt writhing about her. My orgasm intensified. More rapture swept through me. More ecstasy drowned my thoughts.

It was so glorious to have all that rapture sweeping through me. Stars danced across my vision. I loved every last second of this ecstasy sweeping over me. I groaned, my pussy convulsing and writhing around her futa-dick.

“Reva! Reva!” I gasped.

“Oh, my wife!” she purred as she flooded my cunt with her futa-seed.

It was so glorious to have her futa-cum pumping into me. I suckled at her, savoring that heat. It was amazing to have all that delight rushing through me. My body bucked beneath her as my cunt rippled around her. The heat washed through my body.

Sparks flared across my vision. It was so amazing having all that delight sweeping through me. I milked my wife’s cock. I worked out all the cum that she had. It was so amazing to flood her with so much jizz. The rapture peaked in me.

My wife spurted the last of her cum into me.

“Reva,” I moaned and kissed her.

She held me tight. This was not the start of our marriage that I had imagined. I slid my hands down her rump and squeezed her delights. I loved the feel of her plump butt-cheeks in my hands. It was a delicious thing to enjoy.

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

Lydia Murphy

“Yes, yes, breed my wife,” moaned Mrs. Nagarkar.

I winked at her as I lined up at her gender-swapped wife’s pussy. Aruna quivered there, her black hair draped down her feet. My sexy genie-wife knelt in front of Aruna, her girl-dick poised to ram into the new woman’s mouth.

“Eiffel Tower!” Amina said and grinned at me.

“What?” I gasped as she thrust her futa-dick into Aruna’s mouth.

“It’s from the IT Crowd,” said Naomi. “Ooh, ooh, Gita, fuck me with that big futa-dick. Just pound my asshole!”

“Naomi!” Mrs. Devi gasped as my sexy bride feasted on the Indian woman’s pussy.

Naomi looked so sexy between the two Indian hotties. Gita fucked my cutie wife’s cunt while she devoured my concubine’s pussy. Mrs. Devi shuddered, her twat full of all that yummy cum. I didn’t get what the IT Crowd was, either. Oh, well.

I thrust into Mrs. Aruna Nagarkar’s pussy.

I loved her cunt engulfing my dick. She had such a silky twat. It squeezed down on me. I groaned in delight at the heat wreathing my futa-dick. I was going to breed her. I had to breed the new Mrs. Begum then get back to touring the Taj Mahal.

Aruna’s cunt welcomed my futa-dick into her depths. I shuddered as I slammed to the hilt in the Hindu woman. She moaned around Amina’s futa-dick. My genie held up both her hands for a double high-five.

Grinning, I slapped my hands into hers. She gripped me and grinned, “Eiffel Tower! See, we’re forming it!”

“Ooh, right,” I said, the crowd of people watching us snapping pics and recording vids. “Eiffel Tower!”

My sexy genie beamed at me as we spit-roasted Aruna. We thrust away at her mouth and pussy. The new woman squeezed her tight cunt down around my dick while moaning about Amina’s girl-rod. That was so hot to experience.

I loved this. My round boobs bounced and jiggled as we shared this woman. I had to breed her. I had to pump her cunt full of cum. We didn’t have much longer in India. We had to get off to Thailand where my sexy gym coach waited.

Coach Barnes wasn’t one of my concubines, but she was a hot Black futa I wanted to fuck on the dreamy beaches of Thailand. I would turn all the fuckboys into fuckgirls. We would have such a great time with them.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, my round boobs bouncing as I fucked Mrs. Aruna Nagarkar’s pussy.

“Pound my wife,” whimpered the other Mrs. Nagarkar. I didn’t give her a futa-dick. I was thinking Aruna would have the cock in their family. “Pound her like you did me!”

“I promise to,” I purred, thrusting away. The Muslim couple were having a wonderful time making love. They were such a cute couple. Reva and Ankita Bergum.

I loved my wishes. I was so glad that Amina had given them to me. My genie winked at me. She could read my mind. I grinned at her, holding her hands. Both our boobs jiggled as we used Aruna’s mouth and pussy.

That hot, tight, gender-swapped quim felt so amazing around my girl-cock. I hurtled toward my climax. I would have a huge one. I would pump her twat full of all the cum that I had. I would breed her. She and her wife would have my babies at the same time.

“They tots will, Mistress Lydia,” Amina said in my mind as she leaned forward.

Our lips met in a kiss. Our tongues danced together. I would have so much fun with my futa-genie. Thanks to her, my plans would all happen. I would make myself the queen of the world. Every woman would adore me and vote for me. It would happen.

“That’s such a lit plan, Mistress,” my futa-genie sent telepathically as we made out. “I’m tots in. Let’s do it!”

My tongue flicked around in her mouth. We made out with such passion. It was so wonderful to kiss her. To thrust my tongue into her mouth as I fucked Aruna’s cunt hard. I pounded her twat with all that I had. The pressure grew and grew in my ovaries.

I pound Aruna as I made out with Amina. I slammed my futa-dick into that new pussy, the need to cum building and building in me. I hurtled closer and closer with my every thrust into her cunt. I loved this delight. It was fantastic.

I savored the way her pussy gripped me. She held me tight with that hot cunt. It was such a perfect delight. I moaned into my wife’s kiss as we shared this sexy new woman. I hurtled closer and closer to cumming in her.

“Oh, that’s so good, Naomi,” Mrs. Devi purred.

“Yes, yes, and your sister is fucking me so hard!” moaned Naomi.

“I am!” Gita purred as she thrust away at my wife’s asshole. “Oh, you have such a tight asshole, Naomi!”

This was such a wonderful vacation.

The crowds visiting the Taj Mahal were all taking pictures of us instead of the amazing monument. I quivered in delight, slamming into Aruna’s cunt. Her pussy clamped down on me. She moaned louder around Amina’s futa-dick.

Aruna squealed around Amina’s dick, the gender-swapped woman’s pussy went wild around my cock. I gasped in delight, savoring that heat spasming around me. It was so amazing to have her pussy suckling at me.

I broke the kiss with Amina to gasp out, “Fuck, yes!”

I buried into Aruna’s pussy and erupted into her cunt. I spurted blast after blast of my cunt on her pussy. I bred her. I flipped that switch and spurted over and over into her cunt. The heat shot through me. Stars danced across my vision. It was so incredible to have all that ecstasy rushing through me.

“Tots lit!” gasped Amina.

She bucked as she erupted, too. Aruna moaned, her pussy rippling around my cock as she gulped down my futa-genie’s cum. Amina trembled, her boobs bouncing as she enjoyed her own ecstasy rushing through her body.

I groaned with each blast of cum I fired into Aruna’s new pussy. It was an amazing moment to have all that ecstasy rushing through me. My futa-dick throbbed in her cunt as I unloaded blast after blast of spunk into her snatch.

It was an amazing moment. A big smile spread on my lips. It was a beautiful moment to have all that cum spurting out of me. I shuddered, enjoying every last second of this passion. It was an amazing delight. I savored it.

“Shit,” I groaned. “Oh, shit, that’s good.”

I pumped the last of my cum into her snatch as she whimpered, sucking down all of Amina’s girl-cum. I glanced over at Naomi. My sexy wife was trembling. Gita moaned as she filled Naomi’s asshole with all that jizz.

I ripped my futa-dick out of Aruna’s cunt and said. “Oh, Mrs. Ankita Begum, time to get bred by my big futa-dick!”

The Muslim women broke their kiss and both moaned together, “Yes!”

I grinned and pointed down at Ankita. I gave her a futa-dick before I sauntered over to breed another gender-swapped woman. My mind brimmed with my plans. If every woman wanted to please me, then I could get them all to vote for me.

It was such a wondrous plan I had.

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

Coach Natasha Barnes

The Thai prostitute suckled on my dick. She was a fourteen-year-old with a doll’s face. I paid her 400 Baht to suck my dick. That was about $11. So cheap. I groaned, sipping my beer on the private beach at the villa I had rented.

Tomorrow, my favorite student would arrive on her honeymoon. It would be a blast.

“Mmm, that’s it,” I groaned as the slut suckled my big, Black futa-dick. “You’re going to be swallowing a big old load of cum.”

God, this was a wonderful vacation.

To be continued…

Click here for Chapter 38.

To read the next story early, check out my next part on SubscribStar.

If you enjoyed the story, support me on Patreon!

Connect with me on MeWe (Facebook but you can post porn)!

Join my discord server!
/