Chapter 11: Futa Cutie Enjoys the Reverend’s Wife

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 sixteen.”

“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 teacher. 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 school. 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. “Yes, yes, just like that.”

She groaned and sucked harder. My pussy clenched, juices running down my thighs. I grabbed my boob tube and ripped it off, exposing my little titties. My blonde hair swayed about my face. It was such a wonderful sensation.

I pinched my nipples. I dug into my nubs, twisting and tweaking them. It was such a delight to feel. I groaned, the pleasure rushing through my body. My cunt clenched as this wild heat rushed through my body.

My futa-cock throbbed and ached as she suckled at me. She nursed with passion. Her mouth worked up and down my cock. My breasts rose and fell. I rolled my shoulders, the pleasure building and building in my cunt. It was such a delight to experience. I was so glad to enjoy this passion.

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s great,” I groaned. “Oh, that’s amazing. Mmm, you’re going to make me explode if you do that. You’re going to make me cum, you know that?”

She nodded, sucking hard.

“Mmm, just a sexy MILF wanting to enjoy my futa-cum, huh?”

She nodded again.

“You’re going to get it!”

Yeah, you are, MILF! Spice moaned, her face twisting in the reflection. She must be jerking herself off.

It was the best blowjob of my life because it meant I had fully beaten my mother. I had manipulated her into letting me fuck one MILF before her, even got her to do it, now I had another. The MILF. The reverend’s busty wife.

The sloppy sounds echoed through the living room. The shower turned off upstairs. Dripping wet, Georgia would start to get ready for her date with her oblivious to all the fun I was having with her mother.

She worked that hot mouth up and down my futa-cock, my pussy clenching. The pleasure rippled through my body. I groaned at the bliss that throbbed down my shaft to my cunt. I whimpered, my blonde hair spilling around my head. This was all such a delight.

My pussy clenched, my orgasm building faster and faster. I would have such a wonderful cum. Just a mighty burst of pleasure. It would be fantastic. I wanted to just spurt all that cum out of my twat. Just fire all that cum over and over again.

It was perfect. Just the delight that I needed to experience.

“Mrs. Matthews!” I moaned.

She groaned, sucking with wild abandon. She had lost all control as she nursed me towards that explosive release. My toes curled. They flexed against the flooring. My heart pounded fast. This wild beat rushed through my body.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “That’s amazing. You’re going to make me cum so hard, you know that, Mrs. Matthews?”

She nodded, moaning the entire time.

“Yeah, you’re going to make me explode. I love it. I’m going to fire all my jizz down your throat. You’re going to gulp it all down.”

She whimpered, her eyes staring up at me.

I grabbed a fistful of her black hair as I rose towards that moment of delight. I shuddered, my cunt clenching as my ovaries quivered with delight. Her tongue swiped over my spongy crown. Pleasure shot down to my cunt.

I erupted.

“Mrs. Matthews!”

My cum fired into her throat. I pumped load after load of spunk into her mouth. My body bucked through the pleasure. Stars burst across my vision as Mrs. Mathews gulped down load after load of my cum.

She swallowed it all. “That’s it!” I gasped. “That’s what the Lord has delivered to you, Mrs. Mathews!”

She gulped down my cum with such hunger. My pussy convulsed, the pleasure rushing through my body, mixing with the ecstasy firing from my futa-cock. The dual delights of my futa-orgasm rushed through me.

I hit that wonderful peak. Mrs. Mathews nursed out the last of my cum as the bathroom door opened upstairs. Georgia crossed to her bedroom, the ceiling creaking. A moment later, Christian a cappella started playing.

I smiled. She wouldn’t hear a thing.

“Well, well, get naked,” I moaned. “It’s time for me to fuck you with this heavenly gift, Mrs. Mathews.”

She slid her mouth off my cock and moaned, “Hallelujah!”

Madeline Marlow

I glanced out my bedroom window and spotted Mrs. Spencer checking the mail. She was wearing a sundress. Her breast had grown large since giving birth to her new baby. I bit my lips, wondering if Mr. Spencer was satisfying her.

Or if she was like Mrs. Reyes and myself. Never knowing the true pleasure of sex until a futa came along.

Dangerous thoughts, Madeline, warned Grace. The futa-angel watched me from the mirror, this look of motherly disapproval on her face.

I nodded and turned around. Here were treasures I could enjoy.

Aoi was busy tying up Natalie to the bed. The busty, blue-haired girl had brought over bondage gear when she’d shown up to play with myself and Aoi. I couldn’t believe it, but it sent this naughty delight through me.

“However did you get this?” asked Aoi as she secured a leather cuff about Natalie’s right ankle and then pulled on its accompanying chain to wrap it around the post of my bed.

“Amazon,” said Natalie brightly. “My parents don’t pay much attention to their credit card statements and they order from there all the time. I arrange to have all my packages delivered on Tuesdays. That’s when they both work late.”

“Wow,” I said. “You are a naughty thing.”

She nodded, her arms and legs spread eagle, her shaved pussy dripping with excitement. Her gold ring gleamed as it threaded through her clit. Her breasts rose and fell as she grinned at me. She had such a delicious shade of tan.

“So now we whip you?” I asked, picking up a leather flogger.

“Yep!” she said. “I meant to have Sky do this for me one day, but we never got around to it.” “This is naughty,” Aoi said. The cute, Japanese girl smiled at me, holding her own flogger. My dick throbbed. She was adorable. I had shown her what true pleasure was.

Had Mrs. Spencer ever known it?

I pushed those insidious thoughts down as I gave the flogger a swish before me. I wished Sky was here, but I had to give up my dream of monogamy with my daughter to keep her. She had Georgia to entertain her tonight. The girls would return to me with cum dripping out of Georgia’s pussy.

A yummy snack for a naughty mommy.

“So, we start thwacking?” Aoi asked. The innocent girl now had this dominating gleam in her eyes as she slapped the flogger into her hand. This eagerness to start slapping Natalie.

I arched an eye at her and a sudden flash of her in thigh-high boots, leather panties, and a leather bustier (something I’d seen in a movie that hand turned out to be far more tawdry than I had expected) popped into my mind. This was a side of the girl I never would have imagined.

“Yes!” Natalie said. “But, you know, not hard. This is supposed to be sexy. And if I say, er, raven, we stop. That’s the safe word.”

“Right,” Aoi said and then she flicked her wrists.

The tails slapped across Natalie’s tits with an audible crack. My jaw dropped as those big boobs heaved, red lines striping over them. The bound girl cried out, her back arching. She tossed her head, face scrunching up.

“Ouch!” she gasped. “Owe!”

“Oh, no!” Aoi dropped her flogger and clapped hands over her mouth. “Was that too hard?”

“Maybe,” groaned Natalie. “It didn’t feel sexy at all. It just hurt.”

“Well, maybe I can do this.” Aoi leaned down and licked at one of the red welts that puckered across those tits. Her tongue slid over Natalie’s left boob, grazed her areola, and down into the valley between them before ending on the right.

“Oh, that’s nice,” moaned Natalie.

Aoi smiled and then licked a different one, leaving the puckered skin covered in saliva. It was such a stirring sight, but I had to get something for those welts. I darted into my master bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet over the sink. I found a tin of soothing cream with aloe vera. Perfect for welts and sunburns. I brought it back to find Aoi happily sucking at Natalie’s nipple.

The blue-haired girl groaned, her bound limbs twitching. Her face scrunched up in pleasure now. I smiled at the sight, Aoi so loving as she worshiped that hard nub. It made my futa-cock throb. A smile spread on my lips. It was such a beautiful vista to witness.

“Aoi, rub this on the welts.”

She popped her mouth up and caught it. She unscrewed the wide lid to reveal a yellowish ointment. She scooped it on her fingers and rubbed it into Natalie’s welts. The girl groaned, a smile spreading over her lips. She let out such a contented sigh as Aoi worked, dimpling Natalie’s soft boobs.

The soothing scent of aloe vera filled my nose. I breathed it in and smiled as I watched the tenderness before my eyes. Aoi worked with care, smearing the cream on every one of the welts on both breasts.

“There,” she said. “You’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

“Ooh, I have?” Natalie cooed, her excitement gleaming in her eyes.

“Yes!” Aoi nodded her head. “You scared your mistress and me by being too easily welted.”

“Oh, no, I’m so sorry,” Natalie gasped. “I’m just such a fragile girl. Whatever shall I do for my punishment?”

“Why, you have to eat my pussy while your mistress fucks me in the ass.” A naughty twinkle gleamed in Aoi’s slanted eyes. “Then guess where you’ll be licking.”

“Such a fair punishment, Mistress Aoi,” Natalie moaned.

A whimper burst from Aoi’s lips. She glanced at me and all her confidence melted away. She begged with her eyes for acceptance, switching from dominance to submission just like that. It was fascinating.

“I concur, Aoi,” I said. “Our naughty slave has to be punished. She shall make you cum while I fuck your ass with my big dick.”

Relief flitted across Aoi’s face. Then she straddled Natalie’s head, the Japanese girl facing the headboard so her cute rump curved in my direction, a delicious and appealing sight no doubt calculated to make me run over there and fuck her in the ass.

Which I wanted to.

“Now lick, naughty slave!” Aoi commanded and planted her thick, black bush right on Natalie’s mouth.

Instantly, Aoi’s butt-cheeks clenched and she moaned in delight. Her back arched, black hair spilling across her pale-olive skin. I groaned at the sight, Natalie’s jaw moving as she feasted on her fellow schoolgirl’s pussy.