“Cum in me, honey!” Mom gasped.
“Flood your mother, kitty-cat!” Mildred gasped, slamming her cock in and out of my own pussy.
It was all too much. My back arched. My little titties jiggled. The pleasure surged out of my balls. I gasped as I erupted. The bliss shot into my mind. This amazing rapture that swept through my flesh from my pussy.
I fired cum into my mother’s twat. My incestuous seed pumped over and over into her writhing flesh. My cunt convulsed around Mildred’s girl-dick. She slammed into me as my futa-balls emptied into my mother.
“Oh, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Mom! Mildred! Oh, this is incredible! This is amazing!”
“I know!” Mom groaned, her pussy milking my cock. She worked out all the jizz, draining me dry. “Oh, honey, I love your cum in me!”
“Yes!” Mildred gasped and then her futa-dick erupted.
Her balls, resting against my taint, pumped futa-cum into my snatch. My pussy writhed and spasmed around her flesh, welcoming her jizz into me over and over again. It was amazing. A delight that had me groaning and gasping.
My pussy clenched and writhed, milking out every bit of her. I groaned there, my dual orgasms hitting their peak. Cumming with a futa-dick and a cunny was just the best. I panted, darkness washing around my vision.
And then my stomach rumbled.
“Someone needs food,” Mom giggled. “Mmm, are we wearing you out?”
“Pizza!” I moaned, half in a coma.
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Mildred Dean
The pizza guy left in a daze an hour later.
Chloe’s panties had worked on him. He was more than willing to let us have the pizza for free as he stumbled off to his car. The girl was bouncing around, dressed in a borrowed robe that was too big for her.
That came off as she rushed to us, her cute futa-dick flopping before her. She set the two boxes on my coffee table and we set down to feast on it. No sex, just savoring the greasy food. I devoured it, not realizing how many calories I’d burned.
I’d need to start stocking up on Gatorade. I would have to have so many electrolytes to replenish myself if I kept this up. Especially with Chloe. The girl was insatiable. She had fucked her mother and me both while we waited for the pizza, just thrusting her girl-cock in and out of my pussy.
Mrs. Quick’s phone dinged. She snagged it up and smiled. “Your father, aunt, and sister loved the video, Chloe.”
“Of course they did!” Chloe proclaimed. “I’m so sexy and cute. I bet Daddy pumped so much cum into Aunt Nadine and Bryana.”
“Well, he doesn’t have the stamina of you futas,” Mrs. Quick said, a smile on her lips. “But he does know how to please a woman.”
“Mmm, and you know how to please a cock, Dianne,” I purred.
She smiled at me before taking a bite of her pizza.
Soon, we had polished off the slices and washed the grease off our fingers. I turned to Chloe and arched an eyebrow at her. “So, I want you to go find one woman or girl on this block, seduce her with your panties, fuck her brains out, and if you liked screwing her, bring her back over here. Can you do that?”
“Of course I can!” she declared. “Let me go get dressed!”
Yes, the little kitty-cat was insatiable. I needed to get more women around here to distract her or she would fuck my poor pussy raw. Not that I was complaining. And in the meantime, I had Mrs. Quick to play with.
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Chloe Quick
Dressed—it had been hard to stuff my futa-cock into my skinny jeans—I rushed downstairs. I found my mom sliding her boobs up and down Mildred’s cock. I blinked at that. I had never seen anything like that in my life.
“Women do that with their titties?” I asked, staring with hunger at the sight.
“Yeah,” said Mildred. “It’s called a titty fuck.”
“I had no idea about this either,” Mom said. She smiled at me as she worked her tits up and down Mildred’s futa-dick. “I’m learning so many new things today.”
“Me, too!”
Suddenly, I knew where I had to go. I had been planning to enjoy Sasha Ford since she was a dyke, but now I had to go for the woman with the biggest tits on the block. I shuddered as I stepped outside, a bright grin on my face.
I gazed across the street. Mrs. Solomon wasn’t out sunbathing any longer, but that didn’t stop me. I skipped along the street. Sasha Ford was hanging out on her porch. She was staring down at her phone. She held it like a controller and tapped it with her thumbs like she was playing a video game on it.
A shadow fell on me. I glanced up to see a drone with four propellers swirling above. It was black and looked cool.
“Your drone, Sasha?” I asked as I skipped across the road.
She looked up at me and nodded. “Where you off to?”
“The Solomons.” I gripped my wet panties in my hand. “I got to ask her a question.”
“Cool,” Sasha said, her eyes following me. I almost wanted to go to her, but she didn’t have boobies big enough. Mrs. Solomon had those big, fake titties her husband had bought for her. Those were what I needed to play with.
Nothing else would do.
I reached the sidewalk and then crossed the lawn. I hopped up the steps and reached the door. I pressed the doorbell, holding my panties tight in my hands. I wiggled back and forth, my heart racing with excitement.
Footsteps approached. I whimpered.
The door opened. I swelled up, ready to…
“Oh, hi, Mr. Solomon,” I said, deflating as I stared at the much older man. He had at least twenty years on his wife, his hair already graying.”
“You sound disappointed to see me,” he said, a friendly smile on his face. “Not here to brighten my day?”
“Sorry, I need to ask your wife a question,” I said. “Is she home?”
“Yeah, she’s out back sipping wine and admiring the sunset.” He arched an eyebrow. “The game’s on. We’re winning.”
“Who’s we?” I asked. “The Mariners?”
“Who else would be playing on a Tuesday?” he asked me, giving me a strange look.
I shrugged. “So, can I go and see her? I really have to ask her my question.”
“Sure, sure,” he said, thrusting a thumb over his shoulder. Then he glanced at the TV. “It’s back on.”
“Enjoy the game,” I said, skipping through the living room on my way to enjoy his wife, my futa-dick aching and throbbing.
I passed through his living room and into the kitchen. They had a bar in here with stools to sit on and all the stuff to mix drinks behind it. I glanced at the liqueur. It wasn’t locked up like at home. Bryana would never have to sneak the key out of Dad’s study again if she lived here. I raced past that to the back sliding door. It was open, though the screen door was closed. Through it, I could just see Mrs. Solomon’s bare calves and lower thighs extended on a chaise lounge.
I threw open the screen door and hopped out, my blonde hair dancing behind me. I grinned at Mrs. Solomon as she turned to face me, a glass of red wine in hand. She arched eyebrows in surprise at me, her large breasts held in the knit-bikini top she wore.
“Chloe Quick? What are yo—”
I tossed my wet panties right on her face.
She gasped and jolted, wine sloshing over her hand and spilling down her wrist. “Why you little brat! You…” She grabbed the panties on her face with her free hand and took a long inhale. “You…” She breathed in again, her entire body trembling. “Oh, my, that’s delicious. Is that your pussy, Chloe?”