I drew back and she groaned. She squeezed her twat around my cock. I loved that silky pleasure rippling around me. I savored the heat gripping me. My large breasts jiggled. She cooed in delight. I thrust back into her hard.
Our bellies brushed.
“Yes,” she gasped. “That’s my big sis’s big dick!”
“Yes, it is!” I moaned, pumping away at her. “Ooh, you got that tight cunt. Mmm, just going to make me cum!”
“Yeppers!” Daisy flashed a big grin at me. “Going to milk your cock dry You won’t have any cum left in your ovaries.”
“No woman can ever drain me!” I moaned, my hips pumping forward.
My red hair danced around my face while her flesh squeezed about my cock in this wonderful and delights way. The incestuous thrill was so amazing. I reveled in every thrust into my sister’s cunt. The pleasure rushed down my cock to my juicy pussy.
Hot cream ran down my thighs as I pumped away at her. I fucked her hard and fast, our bellies brushing every time I buried to the hilt in her snatch. I shuddered, her pussy squeezing about my dick on the pull back.
“God, it’s so awesome when you bury into me!” groaned Daisy, her cute face twisting. Her little B-cup titties jiggled. “Just so amazing. Ooh, plunder me!”
I plundered her
The ache grew and grew at the tip of my dick and at deep in my pussy. My ovaries were brimming with all that wonderful cum that would explode out of me and would splash into her pussy. I would flood her with everything I had. Just baste her with all the passion brimming in my balls. I groaned, thrusting away with hard strokes.
Powerful thrusts.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, my cock burying deep into her cunt. “Ooh, you’re taking it. You’re taking every bit I got, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am!” she whimpered. “Oh, my god, that’s hot. That’s just the best. Ooh, ooh, you’re going to make me explode!”
“Cum on my dick, Daisy!” I gasped,. “Ooh, yes, cum so hard. Milk the cum out of my ovaries.” Then, Mrs. Helena, I would be breeding your cunt.
I thrust away with passion, my tits heaving. Loved our round, pregnant bellies sliding together every time buried into her. I hurtled closer and closer and closer to cumming. I threw back my head. It was so amazing. I grinned broadly.
Her pussy clenched about me, the ache at the tip of my cock hurtling towards that point of no return. Nothing was stopping me from cumming. I would have such a huge one. I slammed into her cunt and rubbed my hands over her belly.
She gasped, her face contorting. Her pussy clamped down hard. I groaned, savoring that wonderful delight squeezing about my dick. I groaned, hurtling towards my moment of exploding. I threw back my head as her pussy went wild around my futa-cock.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped, bucking.
I caressed her pregnant stomach as her snatch rippled around me. My little sister squealed in delight. I plunged to the hilt in her. I buried every inch of my cock into her cunt. I groaned, my mind blazing with passion.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” I cried out.
Came.
My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out while my futa-cum flooded my sister’s spasming heaven. I bucked through the rapture, my big tits heaving from the pleasure of her pussy rippling around me. She massaged me, working out every bit of cum I had in me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I moaned.
“Big sis’s futa-cum!” she whimpered.
I shuddered, flooding her. I pumped her full of my jizz. I savored every second of it. This was amazing. Just perfect. The pleasure slammed through my mind. Stars danced before me. My pussy convulsed so hard as I unloaded into my sister.
I dumped the last of my cum, my pussy still writhing. My insides contorting. “Oh, god, yes, that’s…”
More juices gushed out of my pussy. I frowned. Then I gasped and clutched my belly. I felt… felt…
“Oh, no,” I groaned as the painful contraction rippled through my stomach.
“What?” my sister asked, a dreamy smile on her face.
“You brat!” I hissed. “You sent me into labor so I couldn’t breed Mrs. Helena!”
“You’re in labor?” gasped my little sister. She struggled to sit up with her rump elevated and her pregnant stomach so swollen. Her pussy clenched down on my dick. “Oh, my god, Shannon! That’s amazing! Mom! Mom! Shannon’s in labor!”
“Noooooo! I wanted to breed that MILF!” I howled as another contraction rippled through me. “You’re such a brat!”
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As Autumn Holt nursed her daughter, she read the posting on Facebook, a smile spreading on her lips.
A rash of hermaphrodites were born in the last two weeks in Charleston, it read. This is the third such cluster of them. It seems centered around four families: the Meyers, the Smiths, the Bakers, and the Takamaki. All the women in the families have delivered hermaphrodites. Mothers, daughters, and even an aunt. It’s insane.
“Whatcha smiling about?” asked Christine, she was the oldest of Autumn Holt’s daughters. Autumn had three new daughters, two of whom were also granddaughters. She was a futa like all her daughters, and they had been loving each other.
And others.
“Just reading about the success of our candles,” she said. They had made a limited run of a hundred—that formula to make Lavender Relax turn women into futas was expensive. “We’ll be hearing more stories over the next few months.”
“Wonderful,” said Christine. “I’m glad they’re satisfied.”
“’There are reports of other women around the four families from teachers to doctors all being pregnant with hermaphrodites,’” Autumn read from the article. “I say they are.”
Autumn Holt was so glad she had made those hundred candles. So many happy women and futanari in the world. She finished nursing her daughter. Ginger would want a nap and, hopefully, Beryl and Lita would also stay asleep. She was eager to love her two older daughters.
Her futa-cock throbbed with excitement.
The END