Chapter 7: Futa and the Sultry Housewives

Note: Thanks to my wonderful beta readers!

Lisa Green

Mrs. Hornburg sat impaled on my futa-dick as I lay on her love seat in her living room. She wore a gorgeous and sheer blue nightie that did nothing to hide her lush mounds. I had just filled her pussy with my cum when her husband and her sister had just come home.

“I thought we had the house to ourselves?” I gasped, staring up at the MILF. “You said we could spend the night making love and taking romantic baths. I thought your husband was out of town.”

“We can still do that,” she said. “He and my sister will understand. You’re a futa!”

Why would her husband understand? Maybe her sister if she was a MILF, but the husband?

The door from the garage opened and a tall man with blond hair stepped in. He was a beefy guy with thick forearms. The sort of guy who looked like he worked out or worked construction for a living. One of the two. He could break me.

He turned and gaped at what he saw. Mrs. Hornburg’s sister stepped in a moment later. She had sandy-blonde hair in a soccer mom bob. She wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, a large purse swinging off her shoulders.

“Oh, my god, Clarissa, you would not believe how awful traffic was at the...” She trailed off. “Oh, my.”

“Oh, my gosh!” I gasped as Mrs. Hornburg slid off my cock. I shuddered as her MILF twat climbed off me. She popped off. A wave of heat rushed through me. This was insane. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. That she just rode my dick and now was standing up. “I ... Oh, my gosh!”

“Ooh, that sounds rough,” said Mrs. Hornburg. “Thanks for picking up my sister from the airport, AJ, honey.”

She walked up to her husband, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the mouth. I mean, she had been sucking my dick with that mouth not long ago, now she was giving her husband a welcome smooch.

A bead of my white jizz ran down her leg. My eyes bulged at the sight. This was so insane.

I could not believe this was happening. I felt dizzy. I sucked in deep breaths like I would pass out. I was waiting for the outburst. Mrs. Hornburg broke the kiss with her husband while her sister stared at me like I was on the menu.

Oh, yes, she was a MILF. I could see her wedding ring on her finger. She must only be a year or two younger than her sister. I swallowed, waiting for the outburst, but it didn’t come. Mrs. Hornburg stepped aside.

“So, um, can you sleep on the couch tonight, honey,” said Mrs. Hornburg. “That’s Lisa, and we’re going to be making love all night. I mean, she is hung. Look at that big clit-dick she has.”

“Don’t look!” I squeaked, so embarrassed to be seen by a guy. I covered my cock wet with the MILF’s pussy juices.

“The couch,” groaned her husband. “That always ruins my back.”

“Please, please, please, honey,” she wheedled. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’ll let you have some anal tomorrow. How does that sound?”

“Fine,” he groaned. “I’ll sleep down here.”

“No, no, take the guest bedroom,” the sister said. She drifted toward me, her tongue flicking over her lips. “Clarissa and I can share a bed with Lisa. How does that sound, AJ?”

“Oh, that sounds much better,” groaned AJ. “Damn, you two are going to...”

“Oh, yes,” the new MILF said. “We’re going to share her.”

“I suppose,” said Mrs. Hornburg. “Oh, my, I do have so much of her girl-cum in me.”

“I have to lick her out!” gasped the new MILF. The incestuous lust in her voice made my futa-dick throb. “She can fuck me or something as I do it. How does that sound?”

“You’re my sister,” Mrs. Hornburg said. “But ... I suppose. We can share. We’re family, after all.”

“Thank you,” purred the newcomer. She turned down to me and leaned over. She kissed me right on the mouth. I groaned as the MILF’s lips melted to mine. She cupped my round breast with her right hand while she thrust her tongue into my mouth.

I shuddered, my futa-dick throbbing beneath my hands trying to conceal it. This was so wild. I kissed the newcomer. She was so delicious. She felt so wonderful on my mouth. This was insane, of course, but I couldn’t help but love it.

I made out with her as Mrs. Hornburg and her husband talked in the background. This was so wild. I couldn’t believe things had turned out this way. My tongue danced with the MILFs. She slid her fingers up and pinched my nipple.

“Okay, Andrea, let’s take this up to the bedroom. I don’t think Lisa’s very comfortable with my husband watching.”

The MILF broke the kiss. “Oh, right, I don’t want your husband watching me. Ooh, do you think I should tell my husband about this? He’d probably find it hot.”

“Yeah,” Mr. Hornburg said as he walked by carrying two suitcases, one big and one small.

“What’s your last name?” I asked the MILF.

“Clarkson,” she said. “Andrea Clarkson.”

“Well, Mrs. Clarkson, I really, really want to fuck you while you eat out your sister’s cunt.” I arched my eyebrow at her. “How does that sound?”

“Wonderful,” she groaned as I stood up, my futa-dick bobbing before me. Mr. Hornburg was heading up the stairs. “Let’s get to the bedroom. I want to have some fun. Ooh, I didn’t bring any sexy nighties with me. I didn’t think I was getting laid at my sister’s.”

“I’m so glad I stopped in for some coffee,” Mrs. Hornburg said as she sauntered by in her nightie, more of my cum dribbling down her thighs.

I groaned and followed after that gorgeous ass barely covered by the nightie and ... It was the first time I had seen her back. She had a tattoo on her lower back that I could just make out through the nightie. I grabbed it and lifted it. She had a golden star with “All Star” written in it.

“Wow, you have ink,” I said.

Mrs. Hornburg batted down her nightie and blushed as she looked back at me. “I was nineteen and that song was a big hit. My husband took me to the band’s concert, and, uh, we might have smoked some pot and ended up at a tattoo parlor.”

I had no idea what band or song they were talking about.

Mrs. Clarkson giggled. “I thought you were getting that lasered off.”

“Never found the time,” Mrs. Hornburg said, waving her hand and heading up the stairs.

I rushed after, washing the nightie sway around her rump. I could catch glimpses of her furred muff dripping in my cum. My futa-cock bobbed before me, my new boobs bouncing. I still wasn’t used to having my C’s.

But they sure were fun.

We reached the top of the stairs and headed down them. Mr. Hornburg emerged from the door at the end and ducked into another room. Mrs. Hornburg went straight down it to what must be the master bedroom. Mrs. Clarkson’s suitcase was sitting in the entrance.

This would be so hot. I was fucking a MILF and her sister while her husband was in the guest room. What a wild night this was. I should text my mom that I wouldn’t be coming home tonight, but I left my phone downstairs.

I’d get that later.

Once in the room, Mrs. Hornburg settled down on the charcoal sheets with mauve flowers. She spread her legs wide, her bush dripping with cum. Her sister purred in delight as she followed me in. Mrs. Clarkson ripped off her t-shirt. She wore a sports bra.

“Traveling in comfort,” I said as she closed the door with her foot.

“I once flew five hours wearing this sexy bra. I was eager to see my husband. He was working overseas, and I had two weeks to see him. I wanted to be ready to have fun, but ... God, after three hours at the airport, I just wanted to rip the damn thing off.” She smiled and peeled off her sports bra.

Her big, lush tits fell out. I groaned at the sight of those jiggling mounds. They were wider than her sister’s tits, more teardrop shaped. They did look so sexy. Her nipples puckered up hard. She kicked off her shoes as she unsnapped her jeans.

She shoved off her mom jeans and had on a pair of gray panties with a black waistband. Comfortable and cotton. Those came off next. She had a nice sandy-blonde bush on her pubic mound while her pussy lips were shaved bare and dripping.

“I have not eaten a creampie since I was in high school,” Mrs. Clarkson moaned as she slipped onto the bed. “I never thought I’d eat yours, Clarissa.”

“Right?” Clarissa said. “AJ and I had a threesome when we were dating. I gave it a try. I mean, the cum was nice, but I wasn’t a fan of pussy. Well, not until I tried Lisa’s. It had made AJ so hot. He got it up and fucked me as I did it.”

“She’s going to fuck me as I do this,” purred Mrs. Clarkson. She leaned over and pressed her face into her sister’s bush and started licking.

I groaned at the lesbian incest before me. Mrs. Clarkson wiggled her ass back and forth. Her peachy rump drew my eye. I wanted some anal delight. I moved onto the bed, my cock soaked in her sister’s pussy juices.

This would be so hot.

Mrs. Hornburg shuddered as her sister feasted on her. Devoured my cum out of that incestuous pussy. It made my futa-cock throb as I slid onto the bed. My girl-cock bobbed before me, dripping with cunt cream. I pushed it between Mrs. Clarkson’s butt-cheeks.

“Oh, my,” she groaned as I slid down to her asshole. “I don’t even care she wants to fuck my ass. I just want her in me.”

“That’s what’s so amazing about Lisa,” purred Mrs. Hornburg. “She’s just the sexiest thing in the world. Even my husband gets why I have to fuck her!”

“Yes,” groaned Mrs. Clarkson as I drilled against the MILF’s back door.

It was a wonderful delight to push against her anal ring. I loved how she stretched and stretched before me, wanting to widen to swallow my cock. Needing to devour me like she ate my cum out of her sister’s cunt. I pushed harder. Her asshole slid over the crown of my dick.

I shuddered as I slid into the anal heaven of the MILF’s asshole. The married woman moaned into her sister’s forbidden pussy. It was so delicious. Two hot wives—sisters!—sharing their passion with me. This was wild. I loved it.

I groaned as I slid to the hilt in Mrs. Clarkson’s asshole. I had every inch of my dick buried in her bowels. I throbbed in her, my round boob jiggling. My pussy soaked my bush with my excitement as I drew back.

“Oh, god,” Mrs. Clarkson moaned as her anal sheath gripped my dick.

“Right?” purred Mrs. Hornburg. “She’s amazing. Oh, Lisa, fuck my sister hard. Just pound her. Ooh, make her cum!”

“I will!” I groaned and thrust to the hilt in the MILF’s hot bowels.

I pumped away at her asshole. I fucked into her with such passion. It was just a treat to have her tight bowels gripping me. Just a fantastic delight to pump in and out of her bowels. I fucked her hard and fast. I thrust into her again and again.

She moaned, her hot flesh massaging me. She held me tight as I pounded her anal sheath. I buried into her bowels over and over again. I loved how she massaged me. How she gripped me. I groaned toward that mighty burst of pleasure.

I would have a big climax fucking her asshole. I would just ram into her and cum so hard. It was an outstanding moment. I fucked her with such force. I plowed into her with all my passion, stirring up her asshole.

She groaned into her sister’s pussy. The licked and lapped my cum out of that delicious snatch. That was so hot. I loved it so much as I fucked into her bowels. I hammered her anal sheath watching Mrs. Hornburg’s boobs jiggling beneath her nightie.

“God, Andrea,” moaned Mrs. Hornburg. “Get that tongue in me. Oh, yes, yes, scoop out all that futa-cum!”

“There’s so much of it. Does she cum more than a man?”

“More than my husband,” whimpered Mrs. Hornburg. “Oh, just lick out all of Lisa’s futa-cum from my depths. That feels amazing.”

“Taste’s amazing, too!”

Mrs. Clarkson squeezed her asshole around my cock as I fucked away at her bowels. I hammered her, the velvety grip of her sheath swelling me toward that moment of eruption. I would have such a huge burst of cum.

Just explode.

I couldn’t wait for that passion to burst through me. To have all that pleasure shooting through my body. I groaned, loving this passion so much. My head tossed from side to side as I savored this ecstasy.

“Oh, that’s so good,” I groaned as I pumped away at her bowels. “I feel it in my ovaries! All the girl-cum I’m going to fire into your asshole!”

“Yes!” whimpered Mrs. Clarkson. She squeezed her bowels down around me. She held me tight as I fucked away at her anal sheath.

I hammered her bowels with hard strokes. I buried to the hilt in her anal sheath over and over again. I loved the feel of her asshole clamping down on me. Pussy cream spilled down my thighs, my cunt drinking in the heat.

My ovaries quivered. They brimmed with my futa-spunk. I pumped away at her cunt. I fucked her hard and fast, building and building toward my explosion. I watched Mrs. Hornburg quivering, her big boobs jiggling.

“Oh, my god, Andrea,” she moaned, her hand grabbing a fistful of her sister’s sandy-blonde hair. “Lick my clit. I’m going to cum on you!”

“Cum!” moaned Mrs. Clarkson, her asshole squeezing down on my futa-dick.

“Yes!” I whimpered, the crown of my dick aching. It was such a rush. I hammered her asshole with hard strokes. I buried to the hilt in her anal sheath again and again. “Oh, wow, I love that so much. I want to feel your asshole cumming, Mrs. Clarkson!”

“Keep fucking me!” she moaned, her hips wiggling.

I slid my hands up her sides, stroking her silky skin as I fucked her hard. I pounded her asshole as my hands found her big boobs. I squeezed those soft, motherly tits as I buried to the hilt in her bowels. She moaned.

“Oh, fuck,” gasped Mrs. Hornburg. “Yes!”

She bucked as she came on her sister’s mouth. I loved the sounds that Mrs. Hornburg made as she climaxed. Her head tossed, her brown hair swaying about her face. She shuddered, squeezing her thighs around her sister’s head.

She held her tight, holding her to that hot pussy. It was an incredible delight to witness. I loved it as I hammered Mrs. Clarkson, my dick about to erupt. I would spray so much futa-cum into her bowels. The MILF moaned.

“Shit!” groaned Mrs. Clarkson. “Lisa! Honey! Oh, god, yes!”

Her asshole writhed around my cock.

I shuddered as I drew back. Her flecks suckled at me. She nursed on my girl-cock with such passion. I shuddered as I drew back my cock. She rippled around me. That felt amazing. I threw back my head, groaning at the pleasure of her hot sheath spasming around me. I groaned at how hot that felt. My entire body quivered in delight.

“Oh, wow,” I moaned as I buried into her writhing asshole. My cunt convulsed as I came.

My futa-cum spurted into the MILF’s asshole.

She gasped as my cum flooded her. I pumped blast after blast of jizz into her snatch. I loved the way she suckled at me. How she nursed with such passion on my dick. It was an incredible rush to have all that passion surging over me.

“She’s flooding my asshole!” gasped Mrs. Clarkson.

“Good,” whimpered Mrs. Hornburg. “Oh, Lisa! Lisa! Flood her asshole!”

Both MILFs were gasping and moaning. I groaned, my pussy writhing. Juices spilled hot down my thighs as the waves of delight washed through me. Stars bust across my vision as I savored the dual delights surging through me.

They were amazing delights. Wonderful and intoxicating ones. I loved them both as I shuddered through all the rapture firing from my futa-dick and ecstasy rushing out of my snatch. My body trembled, my round boobs jiggling.

Mrs. Clarkson’s asshole milked my cock. She worked out every drop of jizz that I had ready in my ovaries. I unloaded them all, knowing a new load would be ready soon. I trembled, the heat spilling through me.

“Oh, yes!” I whimpered as I fired a last blast of cum into the MILF’s asshole.

It was spectacular to feel. I loved that wonderful passion. My heart pounded in my chest. I felt so good about it. Just so amazing. I panted as I pulled my futa-dick out of the MILF’s asshole. I fell onto my back, lying lengthwise across the king-sized bed.

“Wow,” I groaned.

“You’re telling me,” moaned Mrs. Clarkson.

She turned around, her face smeared in her sister’s pussy juices. She bent down and kissed me with those lips flavored by tart juices. I groaned, kissing the MILF with hunger. I had just filled her to the brim with all my cum.

I felt amazing. I wanted to float away. The bed shifted as Mrs. Hornburg must be moving. She grabbed my cock and ducked her head down. She licked my dirty shaft. I quivered at that. It was always a treat to have a MILF clean my dick off.

“Clarissa!” gasped Mrs. Clarkson, breaking our kiss. “That was just in my asshole.”

“I know,” whimpered Mrs. Hornburg. “I just have to clean her off. I can’t help myself. Your ass tastes so good!”

“I Should be the one to do that,” whimpered the other MILF. She nuzzled in and started licking, too.

I gasped as they both stroked up my futa-dick, licking at the sides. They were both kneeling to my right, their boobs swaying. I just smiled and let them lap at my dirty cock. They cleaned me with their tongues. It was so naughty.

I shuddered as their tongues rose up to the pinnacle of my cock. They both swabbed over it, their lips meeting. They were kissing each other around the head of my clit-dick. That was so hot. I loved it so much.

I slapped my hand down on Mrs. Clarkson’s rump. I squeezed the visiting MILF as she and her sister polished my pole. It was so hot to have them do that. The heat swept through me. It was just an exquisite delight.

I loved the feel of them swirling their tongues around my girl-cock. They both loved me. My hand kneaded Mrs. Clarkson’s ass. My fingers dipped down into her crack. I slid down and down until I found her asshole smeared in my futa-jizz.

I scooped off the treat and brought it to my lips. I sucked the jizz off my fingers. The salty girl-cum held an earthy flavor to it.

Her asshole.

How kinky.

I trembled as I slid my fingers through her butt-crack to gather more of my own jizz. The two MILFs licked their tongues up and down my cock. They bathed my dick in their spittle as they polished me clean. I shuddered, savoring that wicked delight.

“Oh, damn,” I groaned as they both licked up and down me.

“Mmm,” purred Mrs. Clarkson as I scooped up more cum that had leaked out of her asshole.

I popped that delight in my mouth as the MILF swallowed my cock. Mrs. Clarkson engulfed my dick in her delicious mouth. I groaned, loving what she did to me. It was a wonderful thrill to have her doing that to me. She suckled on me with passion.

She worked her mouth up and down my cock. She swallowed my big dick with her hot mouth. I loved what she was doing so much. She suckled on me with passion, loving me. She worked up and down me.

“Oh, you are such a dirty, dirty slut,” moaned Mrs. Hornburg. “Just sucking Lisa’s dirty dick.”

“Such a dirty slut,” I moaned, my hand falling on the MILF’s rump again. “She’s just sucking my cock clean, isn’t she?”

“Yes, she is,” Mrs. Hornburg purred while my digits dipped into her sister’s butt-crack. I found Mrs. Clarkson’s asshole. I didn’t feel any cum that had leaked out. So I circled her asshole. I stroked around her anal ring, loving the feel of her puckered hole. I teased her as she suckled so hard on my futa-dick.

“You just clean her girl-dick,” Mrs. Hornburg purred. “I need more of that pussy.”

She moved between my thighs. As her sister polished my futa-pole, the naughty Mrs. Hornburg buried her face into my cunt. Her lips nuzzled through my curls. She licked at me with hunger. I shuddered as my fingers pushed against her sister’s anal ring.

I pushed my digits into Mrs. Clarkson’s asshole. I worked them in and out as she bobbed her head. My toes curled, Mrs. Hornburg licking at my cunt. She slid her tongue through my folds, sliding over my hymen.

It was so wild. I pulled my fingers out of Mrs. Clarkson’s asshole and popped them in my mouth. I savored the sour flavor of her bowels with just a hint of my jizz on them. I savored that delight as she moaned around my girl-dick.

She suckled hard.