Futa Daughter’s Naughty Temptation

Chapter Eleven: Futa Cutie Enjoys the Reverend’s Wife

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Sky Marlow

“That really, really is not an appropriate outfit to wear in public,” said Mrs. Matthews, the reverend’s wife, as I sauntered into her apartment.

“This?” I asked, plucking at the black miniskirt I wore. “Just something casual for my study date with Georgia.”

“Study date?” The married MILF folded her arms beneath her breasts. She had on a pink T-shirt with a logo for a Woman’s Christian conference on the front. She wore that along with a pair of baggy mom jeans. Despite that, she looked sexy.

She had black hair that she wore down to her shoulders and such piercing, blue eyes. Her tits were big, and I knew she kept in shape. Being fit and healthy was a very Christian thing to do according to Reverend Matthews.

He wasn’t here, either. He was at the men’s study group he led every Monday evening. Not only that, but I was also nearly forty-five minutes early to when I told Georgia to expect me for our date. I could hear the shower running. There was no way she would be ready on time.

By the time she was, her mother would be my whore.

“Just where are you taking my daughter?” Mrs. Matthews asked. “You’re wearing that… that…”

“Boob tube?” I asked, glancing down at the band of stretchy, purple cloth that hugged my small breasts and showed I clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. “It’s comfy. We’re just going to the coffee house to study. Nothing more. What, you think I’m taking your daughter clubbing or to a party? It’s Monday. I can have my mom chaperon us if that would make you feel much better.”

Mrs. Matthew worked her jaw. She glanced upstairs.

“Georgia’s a good girl,” I continued. “There’s no way I’m going to get her to go wild like I do.”

“What you’re doing it’s not healthy,” said Mrs. Matthews. “You worry your poor mother. She’s afraid you’re going to get pregnant or an STD. That you’ll ruin yourself for marriage. You’re on the pill, and that changes how a woman thinks. Her desires. Her behavior. All those hormones that are being artificially pumped into your body to stop your period are not natural. They’re poisons.”

I rolled my eyes.

“And how are you supposed to peer bond when you’ve had so many partners? It’s not good for women to be promiscuous. It makes us impossible to find that one person and stay faithful to them.”

“Are you faithful to Reverend Mathews?” I asked, thrusting my arms behind my back and arching my posture. My small tits jiggled towards her.

“Of course I am,” she gasped with such indignation. “He’s the only man I’ve ever been with.”

“Man? What about women?”

“The only person,” she corrected, her cheeks going red. “What is wrong with you, Sky? What happened to that good girl I taught in Sunday School?”

“I grew up into a woman,” I purred.

“You’re nineteen.”

“And?” I smiled at her. “I’m a woman. So, you never were unfaithful. Never even kissed another.”

“Not since I met my husband.”

“Never thought about it?”

She hesitated.

“You have.” I grinned. “With who?”

“That really doesn’t matter. We all are beset by sexual desires, but when you commit yourself to one person, they’re easy to resist.”

“Really?” I wiggled my hips, my pussy clenching. Pussy cream ran down my thighs. My tangy musk filled the air. “You never came close? Never almost gave in to that hot itch down between your thighs and indulged?”

“No!” She shook her head and glanced upstairs. “Why is she still taking a shower?”

“I am a teeny bit early. I wanted to talk to you.”

“About?” she asked. “If I’ve been unfaithful? If I ever had desires for another? No, never been unfaithful and, yes, I have desires for others.”

“Men? Or were there just women.”

She hesitated, her eyes flicking down my body. She shifted and I knew I was affecting her. But I had to be bold. I had to make her quiver. She shook her head and took a step back. She looked at the door.

She was about to throw me out.

“Who’s the woman?” I asked.

“There’s never been a woman,” she said.

“You shouldn’t lie.” I trembled. “Is it me?”

Her eyes shot to mine. “Why do you think that, Sky? Just why are you here?”

“I need some advice.” I took in a deep breath. “I can’t go to my mother over this. She would freak out if she knew I had a crush on a married woman.”

“Sky,” Mrs. Matthews groaned. “I think you should leave. I’m not interested in that sort of activity.”

“You think it’s you?” I grinned. “Mrs. Matthews, you’re the reverend’s wife.” I burst into laughter.

She let out a relieved sigh and started to smile.

“No, no, it’s my professor. Mrs. Lupita Reyes. It’s just… She’s so desirable. There’s a part of me that wished I could be a man so I could make love to her properly. I prayed and prayed and prayed to god, and you know what happened?”

Ooh, this is a fun game, Spice, the futa-demon, whispered in my mind. I like where you’re taking this. I approve.

“What happened?” Mrs. Matthews asked cautiously.

“This,” I said and pulled up my skirt.

“Sky!” she gasped, shock on her face as I rolled my skirt up and over my thighs, exposing my shaved pussy. She looked up at the ceiling, her cheeks crimson. “Put that skirt back down and get out of my house.”

“No, no, I’m not showing you my pussy,” I said. “I’m showing you my cock. My clit turns into a dick. God did this for me so I could make love to Mrs. Reyes.”

“What?” Mrs. Matthews gasped as I relaxed my control on my clit.

I blossomed.

She glanced down to see my clit emerging from the tight folds of my pussy. My naughty bud grew thicker and longer with every beat of my heart. The reverend’s wife gasped. Her jaw dropped and then her hands covered her mouth. Her eyes trembled.

I swelled and swelled, my pussy clenching as I savored the rush of showing the MILF my futa-cock. The reverend’s wife whimpered and groaned. She stared at my dick with such wild lust burning in her eyes.

“See what God gave me, Mrs. Matthews,” I moaned, my futa-cock at the full girth. The shower still ran upstairs. “It’s a miracle.”

She trembled.

“I’m going to make such love to Mrs. Reyes. God’s given his blessing. It must be okay for me to make love to married women. Look at how big I am. No guy’s dick is that big. It’s to give Mrs. Reyes satisfaction. I just know she’s suffering.”

A strangled groan burst from Mrs. Matthew’s throat.

“So, am I correct, Mrs. Matthews?” I asked. “Is this a miracle from God? Do I have his permission to make love to married women and please them? Can I go to Mrs. Reyes and show her this godly instrument of passion?”

“Sky,” she whimpered, her hands falling from her mouth. “That’s… You… You’re…”

“I know,” I said. “It just happened today at college. I didn’t know who to talk to about this. I’m so glad that I have you.”

She swallowed. “It works… I mean…”

“Oh, yes, I ejaculate.” I blushed. “I masturbated thinking about Mrs. Reyes. Just how beautiful she is. Such big breasts and that golden-brown skin. There’s no one prettier in the whole world. Not even you, Mrs. Matthews.”

“Not even me?” she asked, trembling.

I fought my grin. Every woman had vanity in them, even the ones who pretend they didn’t. I fought my smile as she swallowed. Her fingers twitched. This was so exciting. I just knew she would be mine. She would fall to her knees and worship me any second.

“Sorry, not even you,” I said. “I mean, you’re beautiful. Gorgeous, Mrs. Matthews, but my dick gets hard for Mrs. Reyes. So, does this miracle means that God wants me to make love to horny and beautiful married women, Mrs. Matthews?”

“I… I…” She licked her lips. “Lord, maybe He does. How else can you have that? It’s impossible. It’s… It’s…”

“A gift from the Lord,” I breathed. “Something to pleasure every married woman I know. Isn’t that amazing?”

She nodded her head and her knees buckled.

The reverend’s wife groaned as she fell to her knees before me. Her hands grabbed my cock. I shuddered as Mrs. Matthews held me. Her blue eyes stared up at me. She moaned out in wanton lust, captivated by my futa-dick.

With the shower running upstairs and Georgia oblivious to what was happening, Mrs. Matthews opened her mouth wide and swallowed the tip of my cock. I groaned at that warm, wet feeling sliding over my dick, her lips caressing my spongy crown and then sealing about my shaft.

My futa-cock throbbed and ached as she sucked. Her blue eyes closed as she nursed on me. Both her hands held the lower half, squeezing almost too tight. I gasped at that. It somehow enhanced the bliss at the tip.

“Mrs. Matthews!” I gasped in feigned shock. “What are you doing?”

She slid her mouth off my cock and moaned, “The Lord gave you this to please married women!”

She engulfed me again. I shuddered in delight, my pussy clenching. Her tongue danced around my cock. The pleasure shot down my shaft and blazed through my molten snatch. This was just the best in the world.

I had done it.

Yes, you have, echoed through my mind.

I glanced at the shiny surface of the family photo of Reverend Matthews, the MILF sucking so hard on my cock, and Georgia. In the reflection, the futa-demon grinned at me. Spice’s eyes blazed with lust as she groped her big boobs.

This is amazing. Ooh, you tempted her perfectly.

I winked at the futa-demon and enjoyed the married MILF’s blowjob.

It was sloppy but energetic. A lot of sucking but no tongue action. Mrs. Matthews had no practice at this. That made it amazing. I loved that, my cock throbbing and aching. It was something special. Something just amazing.

“Oh, damn, that’s great,” I panted. “But use that tongue.”

She froze in her sucking.

“Slide it around my cock and…” She did, sending a shiver through me.