Futa’s Naughty Scented Candles

Chapter Seven: Futa Girl’s Big Surprises

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to my FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this!

Britney Meyers

Being a futa was a life-changing experience. The last three weeks had been insanely hot.

“Oh, my god, Mrs. Thompson,” I moaned as my math professor bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my girl-dick.

I was seated on her desk, classes were out. I had to “stay behind” to do some makeup work. The greedy teacher was just hungry to swallow my futa-dick. The brunette MILF worked her mouth up and down my dick, her lips sucking so hard. My round breasts jiggled as I squirmed there and enjoyed my teacher’s ministrations.

She knew just how to lick and suck and please my girl-dick. She made me shudder in delight. It was awesome. My face contorted as she nursed on me. It was so wicked to enjoy her sloppy blowjob. Like all my female teachers, she was addicted to my cock.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped as her mouth suckled hard on my dick.

And then her fingers found my pussy through my golden curls. She rubbed at me with such wicked force. She slid her digits up and down my slit until she found the entrance to my cunt. She thrust three in, stretching me out.

My face contorted as I loved every second of her mouth sucking and her digits probing. She worked her digits in and out of my cunt. It was such a hot thing to enjoy. I groaned, my toes curling. My heart pounded in my chest as this pleasure swept through me. I threw back my head as she blew me. She suckled with such passion on my cock.

“Oh, my god,” I moaned as her fingers thrust into me.

Older women loved me. They were always hitting on me. Just being around me, smelling that lavender scent that now wreathed my body, always set them off. It was such a rush to enjoy. I groaned, my cunt squeezing down on Mrs. Thompson’s digits.

She plunged them in fast. I stared down her body, her curving, peachy ass jiggling as she worked her head. Like me, she was naked. My toes curled in my shoes. She suckled with such passion on me. She brought me closer and closer to that moment of erupting. To cumming.

“Fuck, yes,” I moaned. “Work that mouth up and down my cock. Finger my twat. Ooh, Mrs. Thompson, you’re going to get my cum.”

She suckled so hard. My pussy clenched down on her digits. She thrust them into my pussy hard and fast. I loved every second of it. Her mouth suckled so hard on me. I arched my back, my cunt drinking in the friction of her wonderful fingers. It was amazing. Fantastic.

She plunged them in faster and faster, building and building the ache at the tip of my girl-dick. Her tongue danced around the crown. She would make me cum. It would be fantastic to enjoy. I would cum and cum and cum. I couldn’t wait for that moment to arrive. I would have such a mighty orgasm. Ust a big burst of rapture. I shuddered, the heat building and building in my snatch. I shuddered, climbing towards my orgasm.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned “Oh, my god, that’s so good. That’s awesome. Yes, yes, yes! Mrs. Thompson.” My head threw back, my round tits bouncing before me. “I love this!”

She suckled hard. She jammed her digits deep into my pussy. I shuddered, the heat rippling out of my cunt and flowing down my dick. The two wonderful delights brought me closer and closer to bursting with bliss.

“Oh, that’s good,” I moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, you’re going to… to…” My face contorted. “Going to make me… Cum!”

I climaxed.

My futa-cum fired into her mouth. I shuddered, my pussy convulsing around her digits. The heat rushed through me. I loved being a futa. Me and my friends were getting so much pussy. Older women all loved us.

And at home… With Mom…

My mind melted from the heat. This delight blazed through my body. I quivered as my pussy convulsed around her digits, rapture flooding for my twat while ecstasy burned from my spurting dick. She groaned, her cheeks bulging.

She was holding onto my jizz. I smacked my lips, eager to get a mouthful of her cum. To have her flooding my mouth with it. Stars twinkled before me. They danced and fluttered. I shivered through my orgasm. I hit the peak of my rapture, firing the last blast of spunk into her mouth.

“Mrs. Thompson,” I breathed.

She ripped her mouth off my cock and rose. She straddled me, her big boobs heaving. Then she cupped my face and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue thrust the cum into my mouth that she’d held back from swallowing. My salty seed flooded her mouth.

My dick’s tip rubbed against her furred muff. She shifted around until my cock nuzzled at the entrance to her married pussy. She quivered and then impaled her cunt down my dick. I shuddered as she did that, my tongue dancing with hers.

I quivered there as her cunt swallowed inch after inch of my clit-dick. I groaned as her married twat devoured my cock. She shoveled more of my spunk into her mouth, her big boobs rubbing into my round tits. She held me so tight as now, our tongue swapping my jizz back and forth.

That salty delight melted through my taste buds.

I groaned, my clit-dick throbbing in her snatch. She squeezed down on me. She held me so tight. Our tongues danced, the flavor of my spunk melting away. Then she broke the kiss, her boobs sliding over mine.

“Mmm, Britney, you are so sexy,” she moaned. She licked to my ear. “Just such an amazing dickgirl.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Thompson,” I moaned. “I’m so glad to study math with you.”

“Mmm, what’s one plus one?” she asked.

“Two,” I groaned.

“Three,” she purred. “You and me combined make three.”

“What?” I gasped, frowning.

She slid her pussy up my cock, making me shudder. As she did, her tongue swirled around my lobe. I quivered, my pussy clenching. My futa-dick throbbed in her pussy. Her nipples brushed mine, fat and delicious. She slammed down my cunt.

“I’m pregnant,” she moaned. “You bred me.”

“Your husband!” I gasped.

“I haven’t had sex with him since you,” she moaned. “Well, I had sex with him last night so he’ll think our daughter is his.” Her pussy squeezed about my cock as she slid up me again.

Her pregnant pussy.

“Oh, god,” I whimpered, my mind reeling. “You’re pregnant.”

“You bred me,” she moaned, slamming her cunt down my clit-dick again and again. She rode me hard and fast. “Oh, yes, yes, you sexy dickgirl. You’ve knocked me up!”

My mind whirled. It was so hard to process that information as she worked her cunt up and down my dick. Her pussy gripped me. Held me. It was such a wonderful delight, my cock throbbing in her snatch.

I shuddered, loving every moment of this. Every last second of her pussy riding me. It was fantastic. Amazing. I groaned, my dick twitching in her snatch. My pussy clenched, juices trickling out of me to dribble down my taint, forming a pussy beneath my ass.

Mrs. Thompson’s pregnant pussy massaged me.

Loved me.

“Oh, god,” I whimpered.

“I know,” she moaned, slamming her cunt down my dick again. “Oh, I know. You’re so awesome. Such a sexy slut. Yes, yes, you’re going to make me cum so hard. I’m going to explode. Mmm, isn’t that hot?”

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Cum on my dick.”

“The girl-dick that bred me!” moaned the math teacher. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s so hot. That’s so amazing. Oh, god, I’m going to cum.”

The ache swelled at the tip of my girl-dick. I groaned, my cunt on fire. I shuddered, rising towards that powerful moment of exploding in her pussy. Her snatch massaged me. Loved me. I whimpered, my face contorting in delight. My futa-dick throbbed in her snatch. I would have such a big explosion.

She slammed down me and slid back up, her nipples brushing mine. Pleasure shot down to my cunt. My pussy grew hotter, the pressure in my ovaries swelling. Another load of futa-cum to fire into her twat.

I could breed women.

Had I bred other women?

My friends? My mom?

Had I bred my mom?

“I’m going to cum!” I moaned, the ache swelling so fast at the tip of my dick. “Oh, yes, yes, I’m going to explode.”

“Me, too!” Mrs. Thompson groaned. “On the girl-dick that bred me!”

She slammed down my cock. I gasped as her pussy swallowed each and every inch of my futa-dick. I shuddered at the wonderful sensation, my ovaries on the verge of exploding my jizz into her cunt. She kissed me hard.

And came.

Her pussy went wild around my dick. Her hot and silky flesh spasmed and writhed. The pleasure shot up my shaft to the pinnacle. My cunt clenched. I groaned into her kiss. I trembled, toes curling, and then I detonated.

I fired blast after blast of cum into her pussy. I shuddered as the jizz pumped into her snatch. I whimpered into our sloppy kiss as I fired load after load of cum into her snatch. I quivered there, my mind melting from the bliss.

Her pussy milked me.

Writhed about me.

We shuddered together as my girl-dick unloaded all my spunk into her. It was heavenly. I squeezed my married teacher’s rump as the heady pleasure redhead its peak. I groaned, so dizzy with her news. I had bred her.

Who else had I bred?

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Joyce Meyers

I slid my surprise for my futa-daughter up into my pussy.

It wasn’t really designed to go into a cunt, but its shape worked. I quivered as I heard Mrs. Thompson dropping her off. I smiled, my futa-dick throbbing before me. I knelt on the floor before her, my tits thrust out and my hands at the small of my back. Pussy cream soaked my bush.

The door flew open and my clothed futa-daughter burst in, blonde hair flying around her face. She gasped at the sight of me. Her blue eyes widened. Then her futa-dick twitched beneath her skirt, pressing against the fabric.

“Mom!” she gasped.

“Welcome home, Mistress,” I cooed. “How can this naughty futa-mommy satiate your pussy and cock?”

“Oh, fuck, I didn’t think tonight was a BDSM night,” she said. “That…” She blinked. “Wow, that’s unexpected. I mean… I was… and… and…” She swallowed. “Are there candles upstairs?”

“Yes, there are, Mistress,” I cooed to my daughter. “Restraints are attached to our bed. I have set out several floggers and paddles if you wish to use them on me. As well as my nipple clamps.”

“God,” groaned Britney. She quivered there. “Strip me naked, Mommy-slave!”

“Yes, Mistress,” I breathed, my futa-cock throbbing and my cunt clenching about the surprise.

I rose to my feet and shot my hands to her baby doll t-shirt. I drew it up and over her head. She thrust her arms in the air to make it easier. Her blonde hair spilled out, her round tits bouncing free. She never came home with her bra or panties on after she had a “study” session with her math teacher.

I cupped my daughter’s breasts and kneaded them.

We didn’t play BDSM every night. Once or twice a week, I was allowed to feed my submissive side and be dominated by her. She was a switch, too, so sometimes she wanted to be dominated by me. It wasn’t my thing, but I would do it to make her happy and paddle her ass.

“How was college, Mistress?” I purred, massaging her tits.

“Later, later, I want to play with you,” she said. “Get my skirt off. You can grope my tits later, slave.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she moaned.

I had taught her to always keep her promises to a slave.

I knelt before her and unzipped her skirt. I drew it with care off of her, not wanting to catch on her dick and bend it painfully. My daughter’s big clit-dick sprang out. it was such a delicious sight to see. I smacked my lips, so in love with this dick.

It thrust from the blonde folds of her pussy. Her spicy musk filled the air. That was the same scent as my pussy. Such an intoxicating bouquet. I breathed it in, savoring that wonderful scent. It had me tingling in delight. My cunt clenched from the euphoria of this perfume.

I licked my lips, wanting to feast on her cunt and suck on her dick, but that wasn’t what she ordered me to do. So I put my hands back behind my back and stared up at her, my big tits jiggling with my excitement.

“March up to our bed, lie down, and prepare to be bound,” she said.

“Yes, Mistress,” I groaned, my pussy dripping with excitement. My futa-cock throbbed.

I rose, my dick bouncing before me. I headed for the stairs.

SMACK!

“Faster!” she hissed, my ass burning from where she’d spanked me.

“Yes, Mistress!” I moaned and rushed up the stairs, everything bouncing.

She chased after me.