Her hot bowels writhed around my cock.
“Fuck, yes,” Kendall moaned.
I gasped and drove into her asshole. I buried to the hilt in her. I savored the feel of her hot bowels wrapped around my dick. This heady thrill shot through me. It was incredible to enjoy. I whimpered and moaned, celebrating every second of burying my cock into her hot and tight bowels. That spasming delight surged around my cock, carrying me to the brink of my orgasm.
I drew back and gasped. My balls erupted.
Spurting cum, I slammed into Kendall’s writhing asshole. I pumped load after load of futa-jizz into her anal depths. Her bowels sucked at my cock while dizzying pleasure rippled out of my cunt. Heady bliss fired from my erupting girl-dick.
“Oh, god, yes, yes, I love being a futa!” I moaned as the cum spurted out of me over and over again. “It’s just the best!”
“Oh, fuck, yes,” gasped Kendall. “Moms! She’s flooding my asshole with her cum.”
Ms. Lyon broke the kiss with Mrs. Solomon to gasp out, “Flood my daughter’s asshole. Oh, yes, I can’t wait for you to fuck my ass, Ms. Quick!”
“My cunt!”
I shuddered, wanting that so much as I pumped the last of my cum into Kendall’s asshole. But the beep from my phone nagged at me. I was supposed to be going over to Mildred’s house. I shuddered, swaying, and then pulled out of Kendall’s wonderful asshole.
I found my phone in my jeans pocket. Mrs. Solomon had left them by the door. I yanked it out and smiled at the message I read.
I turned around and said, “Who should I fuck next?”
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Mildred Dean
I pumped the last of my cum into Mrs. Quick’s asshole. She panted, her face pressed into my pillow. I groaned, my pussy dripping with juices. My balls rested on her taint. They quivered, aching to have more fun.
I needed some new pussy though.
“I’m not sure you’re daughter is coming back,” I said.
“She must have… gotten distracted by… some great pussy,” panted Mrs. Quick. “She’ll come back.”
“Mmm, but I don’t want to wait. I need to see someone right away. Someone I’ve wanted for so long.”
“Oh?” asked Mrs. Quick.
There were several women I wanted. Radha Narang, my hot Indian gynecologist who always made me get so juicy before a visit, and then super embarrassed when I was in the stirrups. Minako Ishikawa, the sexy, Japanese secretary at my work. And my boss, Athena Pearce, was such a gorgeous woman. She was so dominating in her glasses. My friend, and coworker, Kyra Fleming. She always tried too hard to get me to do things. To be outgoing.
And most of all, Elouise Tuft. The wife of my preacher. She was such an upright woman. Always prim and proper. She would never have had a lesbian thought in her entire life. The straightest woman I knew. I wanted her so badly.
“We need spiritual guidance,” I said as I drew my futa-dick out of Mrs. Quick’s asshole. “Get dressed, Dianne, and let’s go.”
“Sure,” she cooed.
We rose from the bed and sauntered out of the room. For a moment, I thought I heard a sigh. I peered over my shoulder, staring at my room. My closet door. I felt a presence. Was it the mysterious P? Had he, or she, returned. The P couldn’t be human—maybe a fairy or something—so it was possible my benefactor watched me.
“Mildred?” Mrs. Quick asked.
“Sorry, sorry,” I said. “I’m coming.”
I walked out of my bedroom and headed after Mrs. Quick. She waited at the stairs, her large breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing. Her flushed face burned with such wild delight. I hummed as we headed downstairs together.
Our clothing awaited us. We dressed quickly. I tucked my futa-cock into my mind-controlling panties, savoring the feel of the wet cloth against me.
A shiver ran through me.
Then we were out my kitchen door to my garage. My little sedan awaited. The garage door opened. I didn’t have any trepidation at all about going out. None of my little fears, my nagging worries, sent dread through me. Becoming a futa had freed me from it all.
I backed my car out of the driveway while Mrs. Quick studied her face in the mirror on the passenger sun visor. She pursed her lips. She was such a sexy MILF. There were a lot of them on this street.
I passed a man shaking his head staring at the house on the other side of Mrs. Quick’s from mine. There were also clothes lying on the sidewalk. Women’s clothing. I smiled. I think I knew where Chloe had gotten to.
“Text your daughter to meet up with us later on tonight,” I said. “She can eat at whatever house she’s crashed.”
“Sure,” Mrs. Quick said and pulled out her phone.
I hummed with excitement.
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Sasha Ford
I thought my heart would explode when Mildred turned back to her bedroom. I hadn’t meant to sigh in relief, but I was just so thrilled that they were leaving. I had to thank Chloe one of these days for getting distracted with some mind-controlling pussy.
I listened to them moving through the house. Then the garage door opened. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and connected to my drone. I moved it, the battery dangerously low, and focused the camera on the car driving out. Both of them were in it. They pulled out onto the street.
I was free.
Smiling, I threw open the closet door, my stolen panties in hand. I sprinted out of the bedroom, raced down the stairs, and then out towards the front door. I didn’t care about being quiet. No more sneaking. They were gone. I burst out into the late afternoon sunshine. I strutted down the path to the street.
Mr. Carlton was staring at the Lyons’ house for some reason. I didn’t care. I lowered my drone to the ground, snagged it, and then headed inside my house. It was the greatest toy I had ever bought myself. I closed the door behind me.
“Dinner’s in ten minutes,” my mother called. “You joining us?”
“Yes, I am,” I said. “Just need to change.” I smiled down at the stolen boy shorts and then rushed upstairs. I had a mother and a bratty sister to mind-control. And then I would get others. Ideas danced in my head.
All of them naughty.
To be continued…