“Right, right,” Deb said. She broke away from her husband. “This way, Becky, honey.”
She took my arm. I smelled a flowery scent, not a perfume but more like potpourri, rising about her. It was pleasant. She led me into the farmhouse. The hardwood floors were polished and gleaming, but looked old, faded. The house must be a hundred years or more old. It creaked as we headed up the stairs.
She trembled beside me but… I didn’t feel that uncontrollable lust pouring off of her. If she truly didn’t have a womb… if she couldn’t ovulate… Maybe she wouldn’t go into heat. And yet… I felt her trembling. She kept glancing at me, licking her lips. Her large breasts rose and fell.
I gave her a smile. “Your daughter must be so eager for this.”
“I’ve heard that… girls are possessed by the Holy Spirit and driven to lie with you. That they need to experience your divine gift.” Her words carried a hit of fervent fire, like her husband. Her arm tightened in mind. “I imagine she was overwhelmed by it.”
“It’ll be best if she… enjoys me as soon as possible,” I said, my futa-dick throbbing. “She might be masturbating right now, so overwhelmed with… the Spirit for me.”
The motherly woman’s cheeks blushed darker. She nodded her head. “I can… believe that. I’ll have her waitin’ in your room once you’re down showering.”
I gave her a smile. “It would probably be best if you were there. To watch over her. It’s her first time. She might be scared, too.”
Deb gave me a sharp look. “I… I… No, no, this is a private thing.”
“It’s really not,” I told her. “If you were there, helping her, relaxing her, well, it’ll be such a… a holy time for her.”
“Holy,” the woman choked. She licked her lips again as we walked down the second floor hallway. “Yes, yes.” She stopped at an open door, a small room inside, the walls covered in wallpaper adorned with dusty-pink roses. A bed with a mauve comforter lay beside an old, battered nightstand. “This is you. Bathroom’s that door there at the end. We’ll… We’ll be ready for you.”
My pussy clenched. My dick throbbed. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips, bringing a gasp from her, then I broke away and sauntered down the hallway, my cowboy boots thudding away. I felt her eyes on me as I vanished into the bathroom.
I set the world’s speed record for showering.
I tore my clothes off, hopped in beneath the spray, and scrubbed myself with the bar of soap, my blonde hair getting soaked in the process. I didn’t care how mused it got. Not when I had a mother and her virgin, adopted daughter to enjoy. My dick thrust so hard before me, begging to be touched. It bounced and swayed beneath the falling water as I scrubbed my body clean of sweat.
When I hopped out, I felt reborn. Rejuvenated. The exhaustion of a day spent in the Texas heat melted away and washed down the drain. I was ready to breed the eighteen-year-old virgin and put a “miracle” baby in her belly.
And why not a miracle? No one could explain how my futa-cock worked. Pheromones seemed to trigger some sort of hormonal process in women that caused rapid ovulation. I fired so much sperm when I ejaculated that I could breed a dozen wombs with a single cum. Nor could the doctors explain why I grew a dick.
They called me a genetic abnormality. And one that, too my knowledge, was passed on to the thousands of daughters I had. Nearly four years of breeding three or more women a day added up fast.
I didn’t bother putting on clothes. I emerged from the shower naked. Jackson stood at the end of the hallway. The Texan rancher gaped at the sight of my wet, naked body, my breasts jiggling as I walked, my futa-cock thrusting out of my blonde bush. My huge girl-dick swayed before me as I rolled my hips.
“I’m going to breed your daughter,” I told him. “Don’t be surprised if your wife starts moaning, either. Things are going to get… sinful in there.”
He swallowed, nodded then adjusted his own bulge. It wasn’t nearly as impressive as mine. Whatever pheromones I produced made men so docile and uncaring that I was cuckolding them and breeding their women.
Sometimes, it made them eager for it like my friend, Chris. He loved watching me fuck his fiancee, Tiffany.
“Jackson,” I said, giving him a nod, so eager to enjoy his wife and daughter.
He turned and marched down the stairs.
Smiling, I sauntered to the guest bedroom. The door was closed. My girl-dick pulsed with the beat of my heart as I stopped before it. I took a moment, savoring the anticipation. Juices trickled down my thighs, making me tremble. I loved that feeling.
I seized the doorknob, twisted, and thrust through the open door in the small bedroom. Scarlett gasped, sitting up on the bed. She was wearing a nightgown, thin, white cloth that went all the way down to her ankles and only had a little round cleavage, covering most of her body. Her nipples pressed hard against the cloth. She sat up, her feet pulling back as she bent her legs.
Her eyes stared at my naked body. Her tongue flicked across her lips as she drank in my body. Her cheeks blossomed crimson as her eyes traveled down my body, past my round breasts. Then she found my girl-dick. Her body froze. Her eyes widened. She shuddered and let out a little, whimpering moan.
“Oh, my word,” gasped her mother standing in the corner of the room. The older woman clapped her hands over her mouth. “You’re… you’re…”
“A futa,” I said, grabbing my girl-dick as I advanced on the bed, my girl-dick bobbing before me. Scarlett’s eyes followed the progress as I reached the bed. “And I am so hard to breed your daughter.”
“Yes, you are,” Deb said, her voice so strained.
“Mom,” whimpered Scarlett. “She’s… she’s… Big!”
“I know,” Deb said. “But don’t worry, honey. Ya can take her. So many women have. She’ll give you her miracle child. Ya’ll be fulfillin’ the Lord’s plan for the world.”
“Yes, you will,” I told the girl as I crawled onto the bed. My hand landed on her knee.
She let out a little whimper.
“Just relax,” I told her, grabbing the skirt of her nightgown. I drew it up her legs, exposing more and more of her shapely calves. “I’m going to love you. I’m going to show you just how wonderful this is.
“You’re going to quiver and writhe and experience such bliss.” I smiled, drawing her nightgown’s skirt past her knees. “Your body will melt.”
“Melt?” she gasped.
I winked at her as I pressed the skirt down her thighs, exposing her silky, bare flesh. “Now let’s get this nightgown off so I can love you. I’m going to savor every bit of you. Okay?”
She nodded her head, her cheeks still blushing. Her innocence made my futa-cock throb so hard. Her panties came into sight, these plain, white delights that were somehow more exciting than anything racy or sensual. Their virginal quality made it so exciting. These panties weren’t worn to be seen. She didn’t choose something sexy to excite me. She never intended anyone to witness them.
And yet I was, and that made them… arousing.
She lifted her rump to let me draw her nightgown past her waist. I exposed her pale stomach and leaned forward. As I kissed up her body, she shuddered. Her stomach tensed for a moment, her silky skin so warm. I smooched higher and higher, chasing the nightgown. I reached her ribs then…