“Yes,” I whimpered. “Cum on my dick.”
“The girl-dick that bred me!” moaned the math teacher. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s so hot. That’s so amazing. Oh, god, I’m going to cum.”
The ache swelled at the tip of my girl-dick. I groaned, my cunt on fire. I shuddered, rising towards that powerful moment of exploding in her pussy. Her snatch massaged me. Loved me. I whimpered, my face contorting in delight. My futa-dick throbbed in her snatch. I would have such a big explosion.
She slammed down me and slid back up, her nipples brushing mine. Pleasure shot down to my cunt. My pussy grew hotter, the pressure in my ovaries swelling. Another load of futa-cum to fire into her twat.
I could breed women.
Had I bred other women?
My friends? My mom?
Had I bred my mom?
“I’m going to cum!” I moaned, the ache swelling so fast at the tip of my dick. “Oh, yes, yes, I’m going to explode.”
“Me, too!” Mrs. Thompson groaned. “On the girl-dick that bred me!”
She slammed down my cock. I gasped as her pussy swallowed each and every inch of my futa-dick. I shuddered at the wonderful sensation, my ovaries on the verge of exploding my jizz into her cunt. She kissed me hard.
And came.
Her pussy went wild around my dick. Her hot and silky flesh spasmed and writhed. The pleasure shot up my shaft to the pinnacle. My cunt clenched. I groaned into her kiss. I trembled, toes curling, and then I detonated.
I fired blast after blast of cum into her pussy. I shuddered as the jizz pumped into her snatch. I whimpered into our sloppy kiss as I fired load after load of cum into her snatch. I quivered there, my mind melting from the bliss.
Her pussy milked me.
Writhed about me.
We shuddered together as my girl-dick unloaded all my spunk into her. It was heavenly. I squeezed my married teacher’s rump as the heady pleasure redhead its peak. I groaned, so dizzy with her news. I had bred her.
Who else had I bred?
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Joyce Meyers
I slid my surprise for my futa-daughter up into my pussy.
It wasn’t really designed to go into a cunt, but its shape worked. I quivered as I heard Mrs. Thompson dropping her off. I smiled, my futa-dick throbbing before me. I knelt on the floor before her, my tits thrust out and my hands at the small of my back. Pussy cream soaked my bush.
The door flew open and my clothed futa-daughter burst in, blonde hair flying around her face. She gasped at the sight of me. Her blue eyes widened. Then her futa-dick twitched beneath her skirt, pressing against the fabric.
“Mom!” she gasped.
“Welcome home, Mistress,” I cooed. “How can this naughty futa-mommy satiate your pussy and cock?”
“Oh, fuck, I didn’t think tonight was a BDSM night,” she said. “That…” She blinked. “Wow, that’s unexpected. I mean… I was… and… and…” She swallowed. “Are there candles upstairs?”
“Yes, there are, Mistress,” I cooed to my daughter. “Restraints are attached to our bed. I have set out several floggers and paddles if you wish to use them on me. As well as my nipple clamps.”
“God,” groaned Britney. She quivered there. “Strip me naked, Mommy-slave!”
“Yes, Mistress,” I breathed, my futa-cock throbbing and my cunt clenching about the surprise.
I rose to my feet and shot my hands to her baby doll t-shirt. I drew it up and over her head. She thrust her arms in the air to make it easier. Her blonde hair spilled out, her round tits bouncing free. She never came home with her bra or panties on after she had a “study” session with her math teacher.
I cupped my daughter’s breasts and kneaded them.
We didn’t play BDSM every night. Once or twice a week, I was allowed to feed my submissive side and be dominated by her. She was a switch, too, so sometimes she wanted to be dominated by me. It wasn’t my thing, but I would do it to make her happy and paddle her ass.
“How was college, Mistress?” I purred, massaging her tits.
“Later, later, I want to play with you,” she said. “Get my skirt off. You can grope my tits later, slave.”
“Yes, Mistress,” she moaned.
I had taught her to always keep her promises to a slave.
I knelt before her and unzipped her skirt. I drew it with care off of her, not wanting to catch on her dick and bend it painfully. My daughter’s big clit-dick sprang out. it was such a delicious sight to see. I smacked my lips, so in love with this dick.
It thrust from the blonde folds of her pussy. Her spicy musk filled the air. That was the same scent as my pussy. Such an intoxicating bouquet. I breathed it in, savoring that wonderful scent. It had me tingling in delight. My cunt clenched from the euphoria of this perfume.
I licked my lips, wanting to feast on her cunt and suck on her dick, but that wasn’t what she ordered me to do. So I put my hands back behind my back and stared up at her, my big tits jiggling with my excitement.
“March up to our bed, lie down, and prepare to be bound,” she said.
“Yes, Mistress,” I groaned, my pussy dripping with excitement. My futa-cock throbbed.
I rose, my dick bouncing before me. I headed for the stairs.
SMACK!
“Faster!” she hissed, my ass burning from where she’d spanked me.
“Yes, Mistress!” I moaned and rushed up the stairs, everything bouncing.
She chased after me. I giggled, feeling like a girl as I ran before her and burst into our bedroom. We shared it. Either just the two of us in here or some others. Friends of mine, MILFs that my daughter just loved to fuck, or girls Britney’s age that I craved. It was a lot of fun sharing girls with my futa-daughter.
I sank on the bed and spread my arms and legs wide, my wrists and ankles next to the leather cuffs that would strap me down. She shuddered when she walked in, her eyes brightening up at me. She sauntered to me.
She was nearly as dominant as her father. I missed him, but our daughter helped to fill that hole. I doubt he would have approved. He would never stand for me being a futa, but he was gone. I had to live my life.
I was happy again.
Britney deftly bound me. She Velcroed down each restraint. They were like the cuffs used to bind mental patience. They wouldn’t hurt me, but I couldn’t get out of them either. She grinned when she finished. Her fingers ran up and down my futa-dick.
Then she glanced to the candle. A thick, pink one made of real beeswax. Safe to dribble on a human. It would hurt, but not for long and wouldn’t burn me. Just leave little red marks. Synthetic wax used in cheap candles melted at too hot of a temperature to be used in this way.
She picked up the wand lighter.
CLICK!
An orange flame sprouted from the tip. She brought it to the wick. I clenched down on my surprise, my heart pounding a thousand beats a minute. She picked the lit candle up in its holder which had a ring for her to hook with her fingers. It made it very convenient to drip on me.
She straddled me, the wax already building at the top, pooling in the cavity created by the flame’s0 melting heat. She straddled me and grabbed my girl-dick with her free hand. I was surprised she went this way. Well, it would prolong her discovering what I had in my cunt.
“Oh, Mistress,” I moaned as her pussy slid down my futa-dick. “You honor me with your tight cunt.”