Chapter 6: Hot Wife’s Coffee Delight

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Lisa Green

I was feeling good as I headed into the Black Brew Coffeehouse. I was wearing my new, navy-blue skirt with a white blouse that went with it that held my new, C-cup titties. The panties I wore were designed for transwomen to hold their penises.

So it worked well for the clit-dick I had grown after school. I had a wild afternoon. It was after six. Nearly four hours of MILF fucking and shopping. I was liking the fact that I would turn a MILF’s head. Her age didn’t matter. Twenty or forty.

If she had a kid, she would find me sexy.

It was pheromones or something. I wasn’t sure yet.

I was here to meet my new friend Poppy. She worked at Secret Delights, a lingerie store in the mall, where her mom, Mrs. Tate, had pounced on me and enjoyed my futa-dick along with my own mom. Then I had another MILF threesome with Mom and Ms. Johnson at the clothing store.

It wasn’t all that busy this time of night. Some hipsters were working on their laptops and a couple of young women making the coffee. Poppy was sitting at a table with some comfortable chairs. She waved to me. I smiled and waved back.

I hurried over to the counter where finished orders waited—I’d placed mine ahead on the app—and snagged my white chocolate and raspberry latte with almond milk. I hummed as I headed over to the table. She was wearing a tank top and jeans, like before. She wore her black hair in a cute bob.

“Hey,” she said.

“Sorry, I’m late,” I said as I reached the table.

“You got lucky in the changing room?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. “Another MILF lost all self-control and just had to ride your cock.”

“Um, get fucked in the butt,” I said my cheeks burning. I went to sit down but she shook her head. I blinked.

“Come on, give me a look at this cute outfit. Turn around.” She smiled at me. She was such a nice girl. Despite what Mom said, this was not a date. Just coffee with a new friend.

I spun around, my cheeks on fire. My skirt swirled out a bit. I would be wearing skirts from now on. Jeans were just too tight to hide a bulge, but I hoped I could pull it off with skirts. My friend nodded in approval.

“Looks good on you,” she said. “Real cute. And how’s the bra treating you. It fits good.”

“You got the size perfectly,” I said. Poppy had given me a bra fitting to find out my new bust size. I went from being a 30A to a 30C. “Thanks so much. I’m so glad that you were cool with what happened with your Mom. I’m so, so sorry that I cucked your dad.”

Poppy winced. “Don’t talk about her right now. I had to lie about where I was meeting you. She would be here to ambush us otherwise.”

“Good plan,” I said and took a sip of my drink. It was yummy. Raspberry and white chocolate went together so well. “So, I bet you want to know all about it. How this all happened.”

“I’m a tad curious,” she said, squirming in her chair. “I mean, You don’t normally meet a dickgirl. Well, a futa. I googled that. Wow. There is some art out there. I mean ... Some pervy people are drawing you futas with dicks bigger than you are. I thought I had seen porn.” She shook her head, her cheeks pale. “But yours is definitely more manageable.”

“Thanks,” I said. “Well, I just wanted to make myself beautiful and tame my red hair. It’s so bushy.”

“You just need to use some gel on it,” she said. “Sleek it down.”

“That’s so much effort. I wanted it just to be sleek and fine and not have so much volume. I also wanted to fix my eyesight.”

“LASIK?”

I shuddered. “It’s just creepy that they burn your eye with a laser, and what if they mess up and I go blind. I don’t want that to happen.”

Poppy smiled. “So, you’d rather take an experimental chemical that you developed in your high school lab then use a procedure that millions of people have had and had no issues with. I get it. Real smart. Especially when someone spikes it and you end up with bigger tits and a cock.”

“And a cuter face,” I said. “So it half-worked and it half...” I glanced down. “Well, you know the other half.”

“Yeah, I know,” she said. “It’s cool, though. You’re really brave, you know that. God, I could never just drink a strange chemical.”

“Well, the theory was very sound,” I said. “I’ve been reading some very cutting-edge journals. Very out there research into bio-engineering humans through hormonal simulation and not through gene manipulation. See, DNA has a lot of useful stuff in it, but do you know what it doesn’t have.”

“What?”

“The body plan.” I held out my arms. “It’s what makes a human embryo grow into a human shape and a dog into a dog shape. It controls so much other stuff, but it doesn’t quite direct how our different body parts all fit together. It’s fascinating. It’s stored somewhere else. I think it’s hormones. The DNA just makes proteins and these proteins do different things, but there is something in our cells that is modified by it. I found out some master sequences. That’s what I added.”

“And this Shanice biotch spiked something that changed which cells were stimulated.”

I nodded. “I mean, the ovaries and the testes are the same thing. And the clit and the penis are, too. So things just ... got triggered in me to stimulate those hormonal changes down there. Others stimulated my breast growth and some changes in my facial structure.”

“And what makes the MILFs go crazy.”

“Well, humans do have pheromones,” I said. “If we didn’t wear so many scents and take so many baths to wash them off, we’d have a very different society.”

“A smelly one,” said Poppy.

“It’s just, studies have shown that women can smell if a man is compatible with them. I don’t mean romantically but reproductively. If I have a positive blood type and the guy a negative, we’ll have a hard time with conception. But if we’re both positive, it’s way easier. Women can smell that about a guy if they could smell the real him, that is. Stuff like that.”

“So, what, are you like knocking up all these...” Her eyes widened. “Don’t tell me that you ... I mean...”

I shrugged, this naughty rush shooting through me. “Well, if you have a new sibling, then I’m probably the mommy. I don’t know. It’s something different, though. Maybe it’s such a novel scent that it mixes with the hormonal balance of mothers and triggers very responses in their body.”

“Novel?”

“Yeah, you know, like a new strain of the flue that no one has defenses against or our old friend the C word. That made our lives a hell for two years. Novel. We had no defenses for it. Maybe it’ll change. The more they’re around me, the less the effects will be. They won’t be so horny and want to fuck me.”

“You are smart,” Poppy said. “I never would have even thought of that. Ugh, makes me wish I went to college.”

“Why don’t you?” I asked. She was two or so years older than me.

“I just hate school. I mean, I’d rather just find a handsome guy and be his trophy wife. Have a few kids. Let him take care of me until, you know, he cheats on me with his secretary and I get a huge divorce settlement and become a cougar and end up on a Real Housewives of Seattle or something.”

“That is a terrible plan for your life,” I said. “You’re just counting on some rich guy to marry you.”

“And become a wine mom,” she said, nodding her head. “You know, just take all these pictures of my life and put them on Instagram. Give my kids weird names. It’s a plan. I mean, how many people go to college then work miserable jobs. My mom has a college degree, and she’s the manager of a lingerie store at forty-two.”

“Are you at least dating rich guys?” I asked. “I mean ... This isn’t the hot spot for that.”

“I’m going to move,” she said. “Soon. Get down to LA. Try to be a model or an actress or something dumb like that. I just need to land a guy. You know how the richest women in the world got their money? They married a rich guy and divorced him. Like that chick who dumped Jeff Bezos. She’s the richest woman in the world and what did she do to earn it? Married a billionaire. Gave him a blowjob every now and then. Maybe some anal on his birthday. You know, just until they were married long enough so she could get a nice chunk of his fortune.”

“Wow,” I said. “I think that is just a terrible idea. Don’t you want to marry someone who loves you? Who you want to be with.”

“This from the girl that fucked how many MILFs today?” She arched an eyebrow.

My cheeks burned. “Um, five. It’s not like I’m searching them out. They find me. But if there was someone I liked, I’d want to hold onto them. Marry them. Be happy with them. What’s so wrong with that?”

“Or you’re going to spend your life working on your chemicals, make a vast fortune, and be one of those few female billionaires that really earned her fortune. You won’t have time for love and kids. You’ll sacrifice it all. But you’ll have an endless parade of MILFs to bang. So there’s that. Life isn’t a fairy tale, salty. We have to be reasonable in our expectations. Mom loves my dad, but did that stop her from riding your dick?”

“Still,” I said. She probably wasn’t correct. “It would be nice to have someone, too. I mean.” I shrugged. “Someone that I liked. That I was friends with. You know.”

“Right, right,” said Poppy. Then she leaned in. “Mmm, right now, there is a hot MILF checking you out.”

“What?” I gasped, my cheeks burning. “Is she looking over at me?”

“Oh, yeah. She’s got that soccer mom look. Brown hair in a ponytail, a sun visor. Wearing tight yoga pants and a tank top. She’s in good shape. Keeping it nice and tight. She keeps glancing over at you and squirming.”

“Well, maybe she’ll just get her drinks and go,” I said. “We’re having a great talk.”

“But if you had a chance to get your dick sucked by the MILF, would you?” Poppy arched her eyebrow. “I mean, it’s cool. I can even help out. Maybe make a distraction so you two can run off into the bathroom and boff.”

“Boff?” I arched an eyebrow. “I don’t think my grandmother would use that word.”

“Bringing it back.” She smiled. “And she’s heading over here. She’s got a nice set of tits and...” She winked at me as I glanced to see this MILF in a red tank top and black yoga pants coming up to the table. She glanced at the seat beside mine, her cheeks burning.

“Um, is that seat taken?” the MILF asked. “There’s no place else to sit.”

There were plenty of places to sit. I was about to mention that when Poppy pushed out the chair beside me with her foot. “Sure, plop your butt on down. I’m Poppy. She’s Lisa. And you are Missus...?”

“Hornburg,” she said. “Clarissa Hornburg. Um, thanks. Just so crowded.”

“Tots crowded,” nodded Poppy. “Well, it’s great to have you with us, Mrs. Hornburg. We were just talking about fidelity in marriage. I’m not sure it exists, that every husband or wife strays from time to time. You’ve been married, what, ten years? Got a kid or two.”

“Yeah,” said Mrs. Hornburg. “My husband’s never cheated on me.”

“But you’ve been boffed once by a hot guy when he was out of town or something, right?” Poppy asked. “Maybe some stud from the gym. You know, you were lonely and horny and thought hubby would never find out.”

The woman’s cheeks burned. “I’ve thought about it, but I never would. You know, just adds a bit of spice to get excited. Take it home to the bedroom.”

I stared at my friend wondering just what she was doing.

“Girls than?” Poppy asked. “I think every woman’s got a bit of gay in her. Ever get bicurious?”

“My, you’re a bold one,” Mrs. Hornburg said. She glanced at me, her cheeks burning bright. “I mean, I suppose it can happen. You know, see a certain girl, and...” She squirmed there and took a deep suck from her strawberry drink. It was some blended thing. A cold slushy with maybe some shots of expresso or something. A variation on an Italian soda, I bet. “Hot day.”

“Very hot,” said Poppy. “Right, Lisa. You’ve been having a very hot day.”

I gave my friend a look. We were in the middle of the coffeehouse. This MILF could be driven out of control and do things with me. She could crawl beneath the table and suckle on my dick. Just do it right here. Right now.

My futa-dick throbbed.

I put my hand on Mrs. Hornburg’s thigh. God, I really could just have my way with her. “You are one sexy MILF,” I purred. My cheeks burned while Poppy nodded in encouragement. “If you crawl beneath the table, I’ll let you suck on my futa-dick.”

“I don’t know what that means,” Mrs. Hornburg said. “Futa-dick, but ... I do want to suck on it. Oh, god, I didn’t want to say it, but I want to eat your pussy so much. I’ve never been this turned on.”

“Go for it,” Poppy said and moved her chair to the outside of the table to ... screen it. We were in the corner. From here, no one would really be able to tell. “Suck big clit-dick, Mrs. Hornburg. She’s got a pussy and a cock. She’s a futa.”

“Oh, wow,” the MILF said and just vanished beneath my table.

I glanced at Poppy, still so shocked that I had done this and so aroused all at the same time. She seemed a little surprised, too, but she had this naughty grin on her lips. The table shook as the MILF bumped the support on her way between my thighs.

I quivered as she moved up between my legs. Her hair brushed my inner flesh. A wave of heat rushed through me. This was it. This was really, really happening. My cheeks burned so hot as the MILF’s hair brushed the inner slopes of my thighs.

I squirmed there as she pushed up my skirt. I glanced around. No one had noticed. No one even looked in our direction. They were all oblivious to the fact that Mrs. Hornburg’s hands slid over my panties and felt the bulge.

“Oh, my,” the MILF said. “You really have so cock, Lisa.”

“Uh-huh,” I said as I lifted my hips.

She tugged down on those teal panties. I shuddered as the elastic rolled down my thighs. My cock sprang free, the tip brushing the top of the table. A shiver ran through me as she grabbed my cock and stroked it. The married MILF fisted me.

“You have both,” she groaned. “A cock and a pussy. That’s so amazing. I didn’t know that was possible. Wow, they’re doing so many neat things for trans people these days. Were you a boy or a girl originally? Wait, was that rude to ask?”

“A girl,” I said. “That’s my clit that grew into a dick.”

“Oh, wow.” The MILF leaned close. “I’ve never licked a pussy before. I’ve thought about it and...”

She licked my pussy. Her tongue stroked through my folds. I groaned, my hand squeezing the edge of the table. My face contorted with delight Poppy’s eyes widened. Her smile grew as she grabbed my hand and held it.

She winked at me.

I shuddered as the MILF flicked her tongue up and down my pussy folds. She teased me. This wave of heat rushed through me. I groaned at that. My futa-dick throbbed in the MILF’s hand as she stroked over my hymen.

“You’re a virgin,” she groaned. “Wow, that makes this even hotter.”

“Only with my pussy,” I whimpered. “I’m not with my cock. I’ve been with plenty of MILFs. Like you.”

“Wonderful,” Mrs. Hornburg purred and licked my pussy lips again.

This time, she slid up to the shaft of my cock. She climbed up and up me. I groaned at the feeling of her climbing higher and higher. I gripped Poppy’s hand as the naughty MILF reached the crown of my dick. She swirled her tongue around it.

I loved how she swallowed my cock. A wave of delight washed through me as her lips sank down my shaft. My heart pounded in my chest. A wild beat pumped away in me. I squirmed there as I enjoyed her licking at me. She suckled at me with all her passion. She nursed on me with such wonderful force, working her mouth up and down my cock.

I shuddered, my eyes rolling back in my head. I loved how she suckled on me. It was such a great passion. I trembled as the heat swelled in my pussy. My cunt clenched as Mrs. Hornburg loved my girl-cock.

“How is it?” Poppy asked.

“Amazing,” I groaned. “Having your dick sucked is amazing!”

Mrs. Hornburg purred around my cock, the humming delight massaging the tip. Fresh pleasure rippled down to my pussy. My ovaries drank in the sensation. They swelled with the pressure that would burst out of me.

My breasts rose and fell in my new bra and blouse. The MILF worked her mouth up and down my cock, sucking the entire time. Thrilling bliss swept down my cock and melted through my snatch. I shuddered, clutching at Poppy’s hand.

I looked around the coffeehouse. No one knew I was getting blown. They and no idea that this naughty MILF was loving me with her mouth. The rush of being so sneaky, of receiving a blowjob beneath everyone’s noses, was awesome.

Heady.

The baristas made coffee. Customers came in and grabbed it. Some lingered. Some didn’t. None noticed that a hot wife sucked my futa-dick. I just glanced at Poppy who had this wicked grin on her face as the wet sounds of the BJ rose up from beneath the table.

“Oh, wow, I’m going to cum so hard,” I groaned, my pussy clenching.

“Nice,” purred Poppy. “Very, very nice. Just spurt all your jizz into her mouth.”

“I will,” I groaned, nodding my head. “Oh, wow, that’s so good. She’s working her mouth up and down my cock. Just sucking on me.”

Mrs. Hornburg loved my cock. Worshiped it. I hurtled toward my orgasm. My pussy clenched. Juices leaked out onto the hardwood seat. I squirmed there as I was about to blow. My ovaries swelled with the pressure. I squeezed Poppy’s hand hard.

I exploded.

My cum fired into Mrs. Hornburg’s mouth. I spurted blast after blast of my spunk into her mouth. The pleasure shot through me as my twat spasmed. Juices gushed out as ecstasy and rapture swept through my body.

She gulped down my spunk. I shuddered as she swallowed blast after blast of cum that fired from my dick. This incredible rush of bliss shot through me as the MILF drank all my jizz my cunt writhed, juices creating a puddle my ass squirmed in.

“Oh, yes,” I whimpered. “Oh, wow!”

She nursed on me as I fired one more blast of cum. My dual pleasures washed through my body a final time. I shuddered, my pussy’s convulsions slowing. I sucked in a deep breath as Mrs. Hornburg nursed on my futa-dick a few more times.

She slid her lips off my girl-dick. I groaned at that wet plop. It was such a naughty delight to feel her mouth coming off. She sat up straight. This wicked gleam was in her eyes. She had cum on her lips. I leaned in and kissed her, gathering up that jizz.

The salty flavor melted throughout my mouth. I loved this so much. My heart pounded in my chest as the naughty MILF kissed me with such passion. My futa-dick twitched and throbbed, wanting more. Far, far more.

She broke the kiss and moaned, “That was amazing. Mmm, I want to take you home and ride your cock.”

“Mmm, that’s a great plan,” said Poppy.

“But we’re having coffee,” I said to my friend.

“Hey, you have a MILF here who needs your dick.” She shrugged. “I mean, unless you just want to fuck her in the back of her minivan.”

“I don’t have a minivan,” she said.

“See,” said Poppy. “You got to go home with her. Just have a fun time with her. Text me what happened.”

“You’re really okay?” I asked.

She stood and so did I. She threw her arms around me and gave me a friendly hug, my futa-dick tenting the front of my skirt. It was still thrusting out of my panties. “Of course, I am, Lisa. I really want to hear the hot gos about it. Every filthy detail of what you do to this married MILF.”

“Got it,” I said. “This is all so new to me.”

“So you’re coming?” Mrs. Hornburg asked. “We can have someone.”

“I’m only fifteen,” I gasped.

“I won’t tell,” she said, winking. “It’s not like you’ll be going anywhere. We’ll sip some wine, make some love, then maybe have a nice bath together. How does that sound?”

I swallowed. “Sure, that sounds great.”

“Good,” she purred. “It’s a date.” She pulled me to her and kissed me again. I groaned, not caring who saw us. My futa-dick was still out of my panties. They were bunched around my thighs just below my rump, my skirt hiding it.

Her tongue was so naughty. I quivered in delight then panted when she broke the kiss. She gripped me and let me out of the coffeehouse through a side door, my futa-dick thrusting out and lifting the front of my skirt. It was about to peek out. We passed another woman coming in who gasped and turned to look at me.

“She’s mine,” Mrs. Hornburg said as she brought me to her car. “Get in, Lisa. I want to make love to you!”

I nodded and slid into her ... sports car. That was surprising. She had a sleek and sporty car. I wasn’t an expert, but it looked expensive. I slid in. There was no back seat. It was even a convertible. She slid in and smiled at me as she pushed a button to start the vehicle up with a purr.