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Tales of the World's First Futa's Daughters–Futa's First Arab Passion Chapter One: Nova's Cuckolding Wedding Night

Tales of the World's First Futa's Daughters

Futa's First Arab Passion

Chapter One: Nova's Cuckolding Wedding Night

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Male/Female/Hermaphrodite, Hot Wife, Cuckold, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Oral Sex

Description: A futa marries an Arab man to fuck his hot wife!

Description: The futa has fun cuckolding the imam and enjoying both his wives!

Description: The futa's desire for hot, Arab wives lands her into danger!

December 23rd, 2038 – Nova Alfarsi

"What was it like to be the first futa to enroll in King Njam bin Mohammad program to introduce futas to the Arab world?"

"Terrifying," I answered, shifting in the seat, my hijab wrapped about my face. It was a colorful affair, chosen by Wahida. "But also eager. I wanted to help my futa-mother out. She had this dream of futas being accepted everywhere."

"Yes, President Woodward is very eager for it," said Adelia. The talk show host shifted as she sat beside me. She was a beautiful woman with caramel skin, her black hair swaying about her face. I was being interviewed on her afternoon show. Our talk was being streamed across the world. "Do you have a close relationship with your mother."

"No," I said. "Not my futa-mother. But, well, she has so many daughters, she can't know us all."

"Is that hard?"

I shook my head. "I understand. And I had a great life growing up. My mother told me stories of her time with my futa-mother on the cheer squad."

Adelia smiled. "I think we all remember those games." She shifted as I heard the audience giggle. "So, Nova, did you convert to Islam as well?"

"Of course," I said, smiling. "It was partly what motivated me to accept the offer to go to the Middle East and marry into Talib Alfarsi's family. It's been a wonderful experience."

"Even with what happened to you?" she asked, her eyes pouring into mine.

I raised my chin and answered with confidence, "Yes."

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July 23rd, 2038

I trembled as I cleared customs at King Khalid International Airport. I slipped my passport into my dress, my heart pounding in my head. I was here. In the Kingdom. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I must be insane to be here, but…

I couldn't help but admire the Arab women moving through the airport. They all had this air of mystique. Graceful and lovely as they were covered up in long dresses, hijabs wrapped around their heads if they weren't in the full burqa covering every bit of them but their hands and the small slit in their veil showing their eyes. Unlike the West, women here didn't show off their attributes. No tits spilling out of low-cut blouses, no asses clad in shorts so tight they might as well be painted on, and no wanton eagerness to be noticed.

These women were all mysteries. What were their breasts like? Their asses? Legs? I had no idea. It was a thrill to find out. My clit-dick throbbed in my panties, my pussy itching with excitement as I gripped my luggage, wheeling it out through the airport.

This was my new home. I was so far away. My mother thought I was crazy, but my futa-mother wanted this. The King of Saudi Arabia had promised to protect any futa who "married" a Muslim man who had at least one wife. Talib sounded excited to have a futa for a wife.

"The miracle from Allah," a man said.

My head turned around to a young, tall man with a goatee. He wore the white headdress with the red pattern on it that you saw on Saudi men, a band holding it tight to his head. He wore a suit besides that, a blend of Western culture and his own. He smiled at me.

"Oh, Nova, what a treat to see your radiance in person," he said as he reached me. He grabbed my shoulders and kissed me on both cheeks, his goatee rubbing on my flesh.

"Talib?" I asked.

"You sound unsure," he said, taking my luggage from me. "Don't I look as handsome in person as I do when we video chatted?"

"Yes, yes," I said. "It's just been a long flight. This is all overwhelming."

"Of course, of course," he said, hooking my arm with his. He led me through the airport. "I am glad you are here. My cousin is eager to make this whole plan work. He's excited that I am marrying you."

"King Njam is really your cousin?" I asked.

"Third cousin," he said, nodding his head. "It's hard to get a job in the oil ministry if you're not connected to the royal family. So have no fear, your safety is guaranteed."

"There's… a danger to my safety?" I asked.

"Some are not… as enthusiastic of futas entering the Kingdom," said Talib. "They do not accept the miracle of your mother, or think she's from Shaitan."

"Ah," I said, swallowing. I lifted my head. Well, I had made my choice. I was here to support my futa-mother's ideas for a world of peace and tranquility. I would be an ambassador, leading the way. I hoped more and more of my futa-sisters followed.

"Now, I know you must be tired, but my cousin wishes to get the formalities out of the way," he said as we exited the airport. "I'm afraid we must have our wedding today before anything can… get in the way."

"Of course," I said.

I almost wilted at the heat that washed over me. I gasped as we left the air-conditioned airport into the blistering sunlight of the desert. I had never felt the temperature so hot. The sun almost pounded on my head through my hijab. I swayed for a moment, held upright by my husband-to-be. Before us was a dark town car. He opened the rear door for me.

I climbed into blessed cool. I groaned in delight as he closed the door. I shifted in my sight as he stowed my luggage in the trunk. I blinked my eyes and looked around. We were in a Mercedes. The interior was leather, smooth. My hand touched it, feeling the rich texture as he slipped into the driver seat.

"Karimi Mosque," he said to the car and then he turned around. "I was one of the first to adopt Mercedes's self-driving car. Many men in the Kingdom don't want to give up control, but they're popular with our women."

The car pulled from the airport curve. "Because they aren't technically driving? I thought women could drive in the Kingdom."

"Technically," he said. "But, again, some are not nearly as enlightened as me. Allah willing, your presence and those of your futa-sisters will change that."

I nodded, glad I was doing my part for the world. I rubbed my hands together.

"Nova," he said. "That is an exploding star, yes?"

"Yes," I said. "My mother thought I would be more radiant than her, and since her name is Starr…"

"It's a beautiful name," he said.

I smiled and nodded, my eyes going to the tinted windows. I gazed outside at the passing streets. More women in veils and burqas and hijabs. It was so exciting. My clit-dick tingled again as I glanced at them, my heart beating faster and faster. I couldn't wait to make love to an Arab woman.

To Wahida.

Despite my tiredness from the flight, I was young. Eighteen. An eagerness shot through me. This was my wedding day, and it was so unlike anything I had imagined. I rubbed my hands on my long skirt, a brown fabric dotted with white flowers. My breasts rose and fell in my bodice, my nipples tingling in my bra.

The car parked itself in the narrow street before the mosque. It stood out from the surrounding buildings, the exterior almost a pristine white. The roof was domed and had a tower thrusting above it topped by minarets. It had a special feeling about it.

I licked my lips. It was different from the Mosque back in Tacoma. This place felt ancient. Like it had been here since the start of Islam. A thousand or more years. I trembled as Talib moved around the limousine. He opened my door and offered his arm.

"Thank you," I said, my heart beating faster and faster.

He led me inside, and I gasped to see that there were cameras here. It looked like reporters, including a few women, had waited at the mosques antechamber. The cameras flashed around me. I smiled, trembling. I was the ambassador of futas. I had to be perfect.

It was all such a blur for the next hour. I just kept smiling and nodding. My Arabic was rudimentary. Talib spoke English, but many others didn't seem to. I met Imam Hoosam Karimi, the man who had written the fatwa finding that futas were the divine product of Allah sent to transform the world. Then Wahida appeared, wearing a maroon hijab and blue dress, her delicate face smiling.

My heart beat fast as I stared at my future sister-wife. She was Talib's wife, the woman whom I would unite with. My clit-dick swelled to its full girth as she gave me a chaste hug. I felt the warmth of her body through her dress. She felt petite. I couldn't wait to unwrap her.

To find out how beautiful she was beneath her dress. It would be such a treat to explore.

I wanted to kiss her lips. They were so delicious looking. I wanted to just claim her, to thrust my tongue into her mouth. But we weren't alone here. There were the reporters. The imam and his wife. It would be a mistake for us to do anything.

Before I knew it, I was kneeling down and marrying my husband. He held my hands while vows were declared. I promised to be his wife, to love and honor him, while he promised to take care of me. It made my heart pound to say these words.

I wasn't thrilled to seal our marriage with a kiss, I wasn't into men. I was into women. Into Wahida. I wanted to do wicked things with her. I wanted to just enjoy her. It would be amazing. My heart pounded with the excitement, eager to leave the Mosque and arrive at my new home.

Of doing naughty things to my husband's wife.

"Isn't she just perfect?" Talib said when we were married. He had his arm around my waist, holding me tight while the cameras rolled. "King Njam has seen the future. Futas are part of Allah's plan. They are here to revitalize the world. Only fools would not accept it."

"And it doesn't bother you bringing a hermaphrodite into your house?" asked a reporter. "With your wife."

"With our wife," said Talib, smiling. "That is the point. Our own King shared his queens with President Woodward. Futas are not bound by the same laws as us humans. They are divine beings. This is Allah's will."

"To be cuckolded?" asked the reporter.

"It is not cuckolding," said the imam. He moved forward, breaking away from one of his two wives. I couldn't help but notice the smooth cheeks of the mature woman. She looked so graceful in her dress. She stared at me, this look flashing across her face, her dusky cheeks darkening.

A tingle raced through me as Talib led me out of the mosque, leaving the imam to deal with the reporters. I shuddered as we slipped outside, my heart racing in my chest. This was all so much. The heat was so intense it almost overwhelmed me. I felt dazed by the attention.

In moments, I was in the backseat of the car with Wahida. She hadn't said a word to me yet. She glanced at me, licking her lips. She had her hands folded before her. They rubbed together. She swallowed, her hips shifting from side to side.

"I'm not going to hurt you," I told her, taking her hand.

She swallowed again.

"Wahida knows that," said Talib from the front seat.

"I do," said Wahida. "I just…" She glanced forward, biting her lower lip. She looked so beautiful. Her lips were just so perfect. I wanted to lean over and kiss her.

I scooted closer to her. I brushed my fingers over her forehead, pushing back an errant strand of her silky, black hair that had escaped her hijab. Her cheeks darkened red. She had this pale, dusky skin. It contrasted with my pale skin.

"I'm going to be such a good futa-wife to you," I purred. "I'm going to love you. Show you things that you've never imagined."

Her blush deepened.

I know how to love other women," I kept purring. "I have done things with them. Trust me, you'll love every minute of it."

"She will," groaned Talib. "We both will."

"He's going to watch as I do all these naughty things to you," I purred, my finger stroking down her cheek. I turned her head as the streets of Riyadh passed us by. "Doesn't that sound exciting?"

Wahida swallowed. "If our husband wants to… to watch us… I…"

"You can say it." I leaned closer and closer to her. My finger caressed her jawline. I loved the feel of her. It was such a treat to be able to touch her. "That you want to do naughty things with a futa. I have a cock, but I also have a pussy. We're going to have so much fun."

"Nova," she whimpered. She glanced at her husband. Talib was watching us, letting his car drive us. "I… I… have been thinking of nothing else since Talib told me his intentions of marrying a futa. I have watched videos of your mother's… antics."

"Her fucking every delicious woman she can?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.

She nodded her head.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I had to kiss her. My lips planted on hers. I kissed her with all my passion. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She moaned as her mouth melted against mine. She whimpered as my tongue caressed her. I stroked her, my tongue circling hers.

She tasted so sweet. This was my wife. I might have married Talib, but it was Wahida I would love. He brought me here so he could watch me fuck his wife. To breed her and put a futa-daughter in her womb.

My dick throbbed harder and harder. My panties drank in the juices flooding out of me. They were trapping in my excitement. My tongue darted around hers, caressing hers as I pictured that joy. The wicked things I would do to her while our husband watched.

It would be just amazing.

My hand slid up her dress, feeling the warmth of her body. She whimpered into the kiss as I came closer and closer to her breasts. I cupped her, felt the delight of her. It would be amazing. I savored the feel of her tit, squeezing her small mound.

A small, little breast.

She broke the kiss, gasping, "Nova."

I rubbed my nose against her. "Mmm, we're going to have so much fun, my sister-wife."

Her eyes blinked. Then she glanced up front. Talib watched us with hungry eyes. She swallowed. Her head turned and then she kissed me again. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. Deep. Hers played with mine. It felt incredible to enjoy. Her passion. Her wild heat.

I couldn't wait for the delights to come.

The car pulled up to a parking garage. Talib broke away while I stopped kissing our wife. He opened his window and swiped the gate, then he drove his car inside. We were in the parking garage of some sort of apartment complex. It felt so modern.

My excitement soared. In moments, we were parked and heading upstairs in the elevator. We rode it to the penthouse. I groaned as we stepped out into the apartment. I hardly noticed, clinging to Wahida. Her cheeks were bright red. They glowed with her excitement. I had awakened something inside of her. A wild passion.

Silk sheets adorned the bed, dark and luxurious. The curtains were drawn. There was such intimacy to the room. I grabbed my hijab, pulling it off, exposing my blonde hair. Wahida looked at me, her eyes wide. She licked her lips as she watched me began unbuttoning my dress.

"You have gold hair," she moaned. She stroked my hair as I worked my dress open.

Talib watched us, leaning against the wall. His eyes were hard as his wife quivered with excitement beside me. She wanted me. She ached for me. I would do such hot things to her, give her pleasures our husband never had.

Her eyes widened as I slipped out of my dress, exposing my round breasts cupped by my flowery bra. Matching panties, cut in futa-fashion to hold my throbbing girl-dick, cupped my cock. Her breath quickened as she stared at me. Her tongue flicked across her lips.

She was eager to see her first futa-cock.

"Take off my bra," I purred. "My panties."

"Yes," Talib groaned, squeezing his swelling cock through his pants.

Wahida came closer and closer to me. She almost pressed against me. She reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I shuddered as her lips hovered right before mine. I darted in and captured her lips. I kissed her with passion as she undid my bra. She slipped the straps off my shoulder while our tongues danced together.

Her hands slid down my chest. She cupped my breasts with her trembling hands. Her fingers dug into my flesh. It was incredible to feel her fingers digging into me. Her digits caressed me, teased me. It was the best.

I broke the kiss. "Now my panties."

"This…" she stepped back from me and glanced down. Her eyes locked on my bulge. "You really have both?"

"Find out," I said.

I groaned as, to my delight, she fell to her knees before me. I didn't expect that. It was so hot. She hooked her fingers into my panties and yanked them down. My girl-cock sprang out, thrusting out from my blonde bush. My pussy dripped with excitement as she drew down my panties lower and lower. My clit-dick throbbed with my heartbeat.

"Allah be praised," groaned Talib. "What a sight. A true miracle. Isn't she, Wahida?"

"Yes," moaned my sister-wife, her eyes locked on my cock throbbing before her. She grabbed my dick, stroking me. Her fingers felt amazing wrapped around my shaft. "This is… a living miracle. She has both, my husband."

"She is," Talib groaned.

"So are you," I purred, grabbing Wahida's shoulders. I drew her up to her feet and pulled off her hijab, exposing the glory of her black hair. Her strands fell like silk around her dusky, flushed face. Her black eyes were glossy with excitement as my hands shot to the buttons of her blue dress.

The young woman trembled as I worked. She licked her lips, pink and glossy. I opened the front of her dress, her small breasts cupped in a white bra. Her dusky flesh looked so inviting. I pressed the dress off her shoulders, the cloth falling down her body. Her panties were pristine, cut high, her excitement soaking through, forming a dark spot.

I pressed her back on the bed. She sank down as I followed, my futa-dick throbbing before me. Her hand grabbed my cock. She stroked me. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft as she licked her lips. My hands slid up her body to her breasts.

I unhooked her bra as pleasure rippled down my cock to my juicy cunt. My cream leaked out, dribbling hot down my thigh as I drew off her bra. Her hand released my dick as I threw her bra to the side. Her breasts were small and cute.

They were just so perfect. Little breasts that were topped by brown nipples. She had a brown birthmark over her left nipple. "That's cute."

"She's my heart," said Talib from the corner.

Wahida trembled and licked her lips.

My hands cupped both her breasts as she grabbed my dick again. She pumped her hand up and down my girl-dick, sending such delight rushing down my body. My cunt clenched, juices spilling down my thighs.

"Our wife has such delicious breasts, doesn't she?" I asked, my fingers kneading those small breasts, hearing her whimper. I loved the birthmark.

"Yes, she does," Talib said. He'd removed his headscarf, his hair short beneath. He undid his tie as he watched. The dark cloth whisked against his suit as he took it off. I smiled at him as I leaned down and sucked on his wife's nipple.

Wahida gasped in delight as I sucked on her nipple. I swirled around her nub. Then I nibbled on her. She whimpered as her nipple throbbed in my mouth. My hands stroked her body as she whimpered. Talib stripped naked, watching me. I could feel his excitement.

He was getting off by being cuckolded by a futa.

My right hand slid down Wahida's hips to her panties. I slid into them. I was shocked to find her shaved. My fingers caressed her warm skin, reaching lower and lower. I cupped her twat. I rubbed her cunt. I caressed her, stroked her. My fingers slid up and down her shaved pussy lips.

"Nova!" gasped Wahida. "Talib, she's… she's…"

"Fingering your twat?" our husband asked, his voice throaty. "Is she making your pussy feel good?"

"She is," Wahida moaned. "I… I… She's got her fingers in me and she's sucking on my nipples. This… I… Yes, I love this!"

Her passion was so intoxicating. Her pussy squeezed around my digits. Her hot flesh gripped my fingers. She felt so incredible. I pumped in and out of her, making her whimper. As she squirmed, her panties squeezed tight around my hand.

I popped my mouth off her nipple. I stared at Talib. He was naked, his dick looking so small as it thrust from his thick, wiry, black bush. He was a muscular man. So different from the soft, feminine delight of Wahida.

"Mmm, come make our wife feel amazing," I purred. "Suck on her little titties with me."

Wahida gasped in surprise. Her pussy clenched down on my fingers. "You want… Talib to.. to…"

"Please you?" I asked. "He's your husband. He should be eager to make love this amazing body you have."

"Allah be praised!" groaned Talib. He stumbled forward, stroking his cock.

I winked at him. We would be sharing Wahida for the rest of our lives. She was our wife. I shuddered, eager for this treat. I sucked on Wahida's nipple while fingering her juicy twat. Her pussy squeezed around my fingers while her hand tightened on my girl-cock.

She pumped her hand up and down my cock, my pussy juices dripping down my shaft. Her hand caressed me as I loved her nub. The bed creaked as Talib joined us. He leaned down and nuzzled into our wife's other breast.

He sucked on her nipple.

Wahida gasped, her pussy clenching hard about my fingers. Her juices soaked my digits. I pumped them in and out of her depths, making her squirm and gasp. Had she ever had an orgasm? I wanted to give her so many of them.

Talib groaned as he sucked on her other nipple. We loved her together. We suckled at her dark nubs, making her moan and gasp. She shuddered on the bed, her body wiggling from side to side. We pleasured her while I thrust my fingers deep into her twat.

"Oh, Talib!" she moaned. "Nova! This is incredible. I'm going… I'm going to… I'm going to orgasm."

I ripped my mouth off her nipple and thrust my fingers deep into her twat. My thumb slid beneath her panties to find her clit. I massaged her bud as I stared into her dark eyes. She whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut.

"Cum!" I moaned. "Don't hold back, Wahida. Just explode. You're such an Arab beauty."

She whimpered. Her body arched. Talib sucked on her nipple while my fingers plundered her juicy cunt. Her eyes fluttered. And then she gasped out in delight. Her pussy convulsed around my digits. Her cream gushed out, bathing my hand.

I gave my wife her first orgasm.

I kissed her. She moaned into my mouth. Her tongue danced with mine. Our lips worked together as she squirmed through her orgasm. Her pussy writhed around my digits. Her hand tightened on my futa-cock as she experienced her pleasure.

I broke the kiss, listening to her whimper and mewl in delight. Her eyes fluttered as she squirmed on the bed. Her pussy's spasms slowed to a stop. I pulled my fingers out of her panties, my digits coated in her juices. I inhaled them.

Tangy delight.

"Mmm, our wife smells delicious, Talib," I said.

He popped his mouth off her nipple, his eyes wild. His nose twitched. "She does. That's her womanly passion."

"Uh-huh," I said and popped my fingers into my mouth. I sucked the tangy cream off my digits, reveling in the flavor of them. My lips sealed about my digits, my heart beating faster and faster as I nursed on them.

She licked her lips, her hand stroking my girl-cock.

"Mmm, does that excite you, huh?" I asked her. "That I'm tasting you."

"It does," Wahida moaned, her hand stroking up and down my cock. "I'm wondering what…" She swallowed and glanced at Talib.

"Are you wondering what I taste like?" I asked, such heat surging through me.

She nodded her head and licked her lips again.

I smiled at her then I stretched out on the bed, my round breasts rising and falling. My futa-dick throbbed over my belly. My pink nipples ached atop my breasts, begging to be played with. I fought off the urge to grab them and twist.

"Come and taste me," I purred. "Love me with your mouth."

Wahida glanced at Talib, her body trembling. He nodded, his eyes as glossy with lust as hers.

The slender Wahida rolled onto her hands and knees. She settled between my spread open legs. Her black hair fell down around her delicate face. She stroked her hands down my thighs, wicked sensations rippling down my body to my cunt. My snatch clenched and my futa-dick throbbed with eager anticipation.

She licked her lips as she lowered her head. I groaned as she nuzzled into my blonde bush. This Arab beauty took her first swipe of pussy. I groaned, my girl-cock throbbing and twitching as her tongue ran across my folds. Such a wicked delight surged through me.

"Ooh, Wahida, yes," I moaned. "Run that tongue up and down my folds. Ooh, yes, yes, just tease me. Love me."

"Love her," our husband groaned.

I glanced at him than a wicked shudder ran through my body. "Mmm, why don't you take off her panties and return the favor?"

He blinked at me.

She's got a juicy pussy," I purred. "Love her. Eat her out. Show her how much you worship her, Talib."

He swallowed. Our wife moaned into my pussy, her tongue fluttering up and down my folds. My futa-dick throbbed and twitched. Her hand grabbed it, stroking it as she feasted on me. I watched Talib, his chest rising and falling.

"Let's share our wife," I purred. "This is why you married me, yes? So Wahida would be wild in bed. So you could have the thrill of watching her do naughty things. Well, it'll be more fun if you play, too."

"Allah defend, but you are a wanton thing, Nova," he groaned, moving.

"I am," I moaned. "Just the way Allah created me."

I shuddered as Wahida's tongue fluttered up to the base of my cock. She kept licking up my shaft, climbing and climbing. I groaned, my toes curling. Our husband knelt down behind her, drawing her panties off as she lapped up to the tip of my girl-dick.

I groaned when she reached the tip. Her tongue flicked against the spongy crown. She danced around it, teasing me. Pleasure flowed through me. This wicked treat that had me shuddering. I groaned as her dark eyes stared into mine.

"How did I taste?" I asked her.

"Tart," she moaned. "Like strawberries and… Talib!"

I smiled, seeing his eyes over her curving rump. He must have his mouth nuzzled into her shaved flesh, licking our wife. Wahida moaned again then she sucked on the tip of my girl-dick. Her lips sealed around my shaft, her mouth engulfing more and more of me.

"Mmm, yes, yes, Talib," I moaned, Wahida sucking on my dick. Her cheeks hollowed. "Get her pussy wet for my cock. You see how much bigger I am? She needs to be ready for me."

"She will be," he groaned. "My heart will be ready."

I smiled then gasped as Wahida sucked harder.

Her fingers stroked my pussy lips as her mouth bobbed up and down my girl-dick. She sucked with hunger, working her mouth up and down my cock. Her tongue danced. Two different pleasures spilled through me. My ass clenched and my back writhed.

Her fingers found the entrance to my cunt. I'd never taken a cock in me, but I had used fingers and dildos. I groaned as she thrust a pair of digits into my juicy depths. My cunt clenched down on them, molding to them as her mouth sucked hard on my girl-dick.

She bobbed her head, sucking hard and with passion. I groaned and gasped as she plundered my pussy and blew my dick. The two different, yet equally wonderful, delights spilled through me. Her tongue caressed me. Her digits teased me.

"Oh, Talib, she's hungry for my cum!" I licked my lips. "Mmm, she's good at sucking cock. Do you make her suck yours?"

"Of course," Talib moaned. "My heart loves pleasing me. As much as she loves pleasing you."

"Oh, I think she loves pleasing me more," I moaned. "She's so enthusiastic. She wants my cum flooding her mouth." My toes curled and my pussy clenched down on her thrusting fingers. "Oh, yes, yes, Wahida. Ooh, Talib, keep licking her. Get her pussy ready for my big dick. I'm going to have so much fun fucking her."

"Yes," he whimpered.

My body squirmed as the pressure built and built in me. This wild pressure swelled in my ovaries. I came closer and closer to exploding. To experiencing that wonderful moment of my orgasmic bliss. She sucked so hard on my cock. She loved me.

She thrust her fingers faster and faster in my pussy.

Wahida's dark eyes locked on mine. Her flushed cheeks hollowed. My Arab wife loved me as our husband devoured her pussy. She wiggled her hips, clearly enjoying it. She sucked with such hunger. My ovaries quivered, the pressure building and building.

It was a treat. I couldn't wait for the explosive release. It would be incredible. A mighty detonation of rapture shooting out of my cock. I whimpered. My pussy clenched around her digits, increasing the pleasure building and building in me.

"Wahida!" I moaned. "I'm going to cum! Drink it! Drink all my jizz! Don't spill a drop!"

"No, don't, my heart!" groaned our husband.

This cuckolding surge ran through me. It was so hot to be here. To be enjoying this. Arab women were so sexy, and I would enjoy them. My pussy clenched around Wahida's thrusting digits. She rammed them to the hilt in me, her mouth sucking hard with hunger.

I erupted.

My cum fired out of my girl-dick. My pussy convulsed around her digits. Hot flesh spasmed as she moaned. Her cheeks bulged with my cum, then she gulped it down. She swallowed my futa-jizz with hunger.

Pleasure fired from my girl-cock and rippled out of my pussy. Ecstasy and rapture. Two different, but wonderful delights. It was amazing being a futa and experiencing this passion. I whimpered on the bed, squirming back and forth. My body trembled, the pleasure rippling out from my pussy and firing from my dick.

"Oh, Allah, yes!" I moaned, my pussy writhing about her fingers. "Suck down all the cum, Wahida!"

"Yes!" Talib groaned. "Do it, my heart! Please our new wife. Your futa-wife!"

"She is!" I gasped. "Keep eating her. Get her ready for my cock. I'm going to want her badly. I'm going to fuck her hard."

My body trembled through my orgasm. The heat surged through me. I groaned as my heart thundered in my chest. This wicked, wanton, wild passion consumed me. My eyes fluttered. I groaned, my body trembling on the bed.

Wahida sucked the last of the cum from my cock. She popped her mouth off my girl-dick and stared at me with glossy eyes. She wiggled her hips back and forth, grinding on our husband's licking mouth.

"Oh, he's devouring me!" she moaned. "He's eating me, my wife."

"Good," I purred, cupping her face. "Just explode on him."

I lifted her head and sat up. Her lips dripped with my pussy juices. More stained her chin. My cum leaked out of the corners of her mouth. As she moaned from the delight Talib gave her, I kissed her hard on the lips.

My tongue danced with hers. I tasted the mix of my salty cum and tart pussy. I trembled, loving her. She whimpered and moaned. Her hips wiggled back and forth. Then her hands grabbed my tits. She squeezed hard and gasped into my mouth.

I could tell she was cumming.

Her tongue danced with mine as Talib lapped at her pussy. My cuckold-husband readied our wife for my big futa-dick. I was so eager for this. I was still hard. Different futas inherited different aspects of our futa-mother's passions.

I had her stamina. I could fuck and fuck and stay hard for hours.

I broke the kiss. Wahida trembled. Her eyes burned bright as they stared at me. She licked her lips, trembling. Then she whimpered. I could see the passion burgeoning in her. That need to be filled by a real cock.

"Say it," I whispered.

"Nova, my wife," she groaned, her hands squeezing my dick. "I need you in me. Making love to me. I'm your wife. You're my futa-wife. Let us consummate our passion."

"Yes," Talib moaned.

I smiled and kissed Wahida again. As Talib watched us, I pressed my new bride down on to the bed. My pale breasts pressed into her small, dusky tits. Our nipples caressed. It was incredible to feel. A delight that had me shuddering. I couldn't wait to savor every moment of loving her. I would make her cry out in ecstasy.

Our tongues danced as she shifted beneath me. Our nipples brushed, sending excitement shooting down to my cock and pussy. My girl-dick throbbed and ached, pressing into her hot flesh. I groaned as my tongue dueled with hers.

Her hand slid between our bodies.

I whimpered into the kiss as she grasped my cock. She squeezed me and guided me to the shaved entrance of her pussy. I groaned at the feel of her juicy lips. Talib sat beside us, stroking his little cock like a good cuckold-husband.

I slammed my girl-dick into my new wife.

Wahida moaned into the kiss as I sank into the tight, hot depths of her pussy. Her silky cunt gripped me. Her twat wrapped around me. It was incredible to enjoy. I sank deeper and deeper into her. I savored the experience of being in her. That wonderful moment of penetration. That sweet delight of savoring her juicy cunt wrapped around my futa-dick.

It was incredible. Everything I hoped for when I agreed to this marriage.

I drew back my hips. My cock slid through her juicy depths. Then I thrust forward. I pumped my shaft away in her pussy. Her juicy snatch gripped me. I groaned into her lips, loving her with my every stroke. My dick plunged in and out of her.

"Fuck my heart," groaned Talib. "Oh, Nova, yes, yes! She loves it, doesn't she?"

I broke the kiss and purred, "Do you?"

"I do!" groaned Wahida. "You're so huge. Oh, Talib, our new wife has such a huge cock. She's stretching me wide open."

"Good, good!" he groaned, stroking himself. "Enjoy the miracle of Allah. Savor her divine cock buried in you."

"Yes!" howled Wahida.

Her pussy clenched around me. She enjoyed my dick. Her pussy massaged me with every plunge into her pussy. Our flesh smacked together. My bush grew soaked with her juices. They dripped out of her, lubing the way for my thrusting cock.

I stared into her dark eyes as I savored her body. She shuddered beneath me while her hands grabbed my rump. She dug her fingers into me, her pussy clutching my cock. I groaned, thrusting harder. Faster. I pumped away at her. This amazing passion surged around me.

The ache built at the tip of my girl-dick.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she moaned, trembling beneath me. "Oh, Nova! Oh, you're futa-cock is in me! It's amazing! You are truly one of Allah's miracles!"

"And you're just delicious," I moaned. "I'm going to cum in you. Breed you. You're going to have my futa-daughter."

"Yes," Talib moaned, stroking his dick faster. He watched us with hungry eyes, the rhythmic slapping of his masturbation mixed with the sound of my flesh smacking against Wahida's.

Wahida's pussy grew hotter and hotter around me. Her twat gripped my girl-dick. She held me tight, massaging me. Teasing me. This wonderful passion surged around me. I groaned, my heart beating faster and faster. This delight spilled through my body.

I would explode in her. I would flood her with so much cum. It would be incredible. I grunted and groaned, slamming into her with every hard plunge of my cock. I filled her again and again. Her pussy clenched around me.

She felt incredible. She massaged me. Teased me. I rubbed my nose against hers as our nipples caressed. Sparks burst from us. The pleasure surged down to my pussy and my throbbing cock every time our nipples kissed.

"Oh, Talib, yes!" she moaned. "I'm going to orgasm on this cock."

"Cum!" I moaned.

"Yes, yes!" she gasped. "Cum! I'm going to cum on this amazing dick! Oh, Talib! Oh, Nova! This is incredible. I am so glad you exist. You are a miracle!"

"A miracle!" echoed Talib, his voice throaty. "Cum on her cock, my heart. Explode on her dick!"

Wahida's eyes widened. Her dark depths stared up at me. Then she shuddered. Her pussy convulsed around me. I thrust hard and fast into her. Her pussy was a juicy delight massaging my girl-dick and driving me wild.

I loved it.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I gasped, trembling on the bed. "Oh, she's cumming!"

"I am!"

Her pussy writhed around my plunging futa-dick. Every time I buried into her, I savored the feel of her rippling flesh. She sucked at me. The bliss flowed down my cock to my pussy. My cunt grew juicier and juicier. My ovaries tightened.

I savored her spasming. Her body shook, bucking up into mine. I pressed my temple against her forehead, staring into her eyes. They brimmed with such wild passion. Her pussy convulsed harder around my cock.

"Cum in me!" she moaned. "Oh, my futa-wife. Breed me. I want your daughter! I want your cum in me!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" I gasped, pumping hard.

I buried into her flesh. I slammed to the hilt in her. Every inch of my clit-dick was engulfed in her convulsing twat. Her flesh writhed around me, teasing me. This wicked heat built and built in me. I groaned as I stared into her eyes.

Then I erupted.

My cum fired into her pussy's depths. I gasped out as the rapture shot through me. The pleasure surged out of my cock and into her juicy cunt. Her convulsing snatch milked me while my own twat spasmed, juices gushing out of me.

"Oh, Allah, yes!" I moaned.

"Breed our wife!" Talib moaned, his voice throaty. "Yes!"

Was he cumming? It sounded like it. I shuddered, my futa-dick spurting blast after blast of jizz into Wahida's cunt. My new wife squirmed beneath me. Her pussy milked me. She wrung out every drop of spunk out of me that she could.

I surged up to the pinnacle of rapture. I hung there as her pussy massaged my futa-dick. My ovaries unloaded the last spurt of cum while the ecstasy washed out of my cunt. Stars danced around my vision. This incredible delight filled me.

"Wahida!" I cried out and then groaned as the world grew dizzy. "Oh, damn… I… I…"

The intensity of my orgasm spilled over me. I blinked my eyes and then I collapsed on her. All the travel it took to get here finally caught up with me. I closed my eyes and I felt the wonderful peace of sleep tug me down.

I dreamed.

I slept.

I recovered.

I don't know how long I slept, but it was the sounds of women laughing that drew me out of my sleep. My futa-dick was hard. I blinked as I sat up in the bed, the black sheets falling off my body. I smiled as I remembered my wedding night and breeding my new wife while our husband watched.

I stretched, the talking drawing my attention to the door. My futa-dick was hard with my morning wood. I rolled out of bed and saw my suitcase was open. In the closet beyond it, the slatted doors left open, I could see some of my clothes hanging in there. Beside it was a dresser.

I found my thin, linen nightgown inside the top drawer and drew it on, my blonde hair spilling loose over my shoulders. My futa-cock pressed against the front of it, my erection hard and obvious, as I opened the door and peered out.

Wahida and two other women were sitting around a low table sipping tea. They had a carafe of it steaming on the marble table between them, the liquid a deep, dark red color. Wahida turned her head and smiled.

"Good morning, Nova."

"Morning," I said. "Allah's blessing be upon you."

She smiled at me. I stepped into the room and felt the other two women staring at me. I recognized them both. The mature, first wife of the Imam and the younger, second wife. They both had their hijabs off, their black hair spilling about their faces.

They were both so gorgeous. My futa-dick throbbed as I felt their eyes on me. Something sparkled in the younger woman's dark depths. My pussy itching with a wet heat, I sauntered towards them, my futa-dick throbbing against them.

"Welcome to our home," I purred. "We barely met. I'm Nova Alfarsi."

To be continued…

Tales of the World's First Futa's Daughters–Futa's First Arab Passion Chapter Two: Nova Enjoys the Imam's Wives

Tales of the World's First Futa's Daughters–Futa's First Arab Passion Chapter Two: Nova Enjoys the Imam's Wives

Tales of the World's First Futa's Daughters

Futa's First Arab Passion

Chapter Two: Nova Enjoys the Imam's Wives

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Hermaphrodite/Females, Oral Sex, Hot Wife, Cheating, Cuckold, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Creampie

Description: The futa has fun cuckolding the imam and enjoying both his wives!

July 24th, 2038 – Nova Alfarsi

My nightgown did nothing to hide my futa-cock throbbing hard as I swept through my new living room. I hadn't had a chance to notice any bit of the house. It had a cheerful look to it, decorated with colorful blankets on the furniture and photos in gold frames on the wall. Sitting around a low, glass table was my new wife, Wahida, and two other women. All three had their hijabs off, their black hair exposed.

They were sipping tea as they stared at me. Wahida had a smile playing on her lips. I had made such sweet love to her last night while our husband watched and rubbed his little cock. It was so exciting being in this marriage.

I was the first futa, one of the thousands and thousands of daughters of Becky Woodward, to come to the Middle East and show the Arab world they could embrace us. I had converted to Islam and married Talib Alfarsi so he could have the pleasure of watching me fuck his wife and join in the fun.

We shared Wahida. She had experienced such rapture last night. Possibly, her first orgasm. Certainly the first time anyone had gone down on her juicy pussy. It was wild. We had such a delicious time. However, my long flight from America had worn me out, and I had fallen asleep after cumming in her pussy.

"Good morning," I said in English. "Allah be with you."

"It's nearly noon," said Wahida. "Talib said to let you sleep in after your long journey."

"From America?" the older woman who had joined my wife said.

"Indeed," I said, coming to join them. "You are Rizwana, yes?"

The mature woman nodded, her cheeks smooth and with all the beauty her years had given her. She was more than a handsome woman. She must have been breathtaking when she was my age, eighteen. She was Imam Hoosam Karimi's first wife. I had met her last night at my wedding at her husband's mosque.

"And you are…" I frowned at the younger woman. She was the imam's second wife.

A naughty gleam twinkled in her eyes as she stared at me. She licked her lips and shifted on the floor. "I am Fahima," she said. "Allah's blessings be upon you, Nova."

I smiled as I sat down beside my wife, my futa-dick throbbing.

"Perhaps we should be going," said Rizwana. "Your new wife is awake, Wahida. I am sure you two have much… to discuss."

"To get to know each other?" I asked, grinning at them. "We did plenty of that last time, didn't we, my love?"

Wahida's dusky cheeks darkened. She quickly sipped her tea, squirming.

I left, wicked and wild. "She was more virginal than I was last night."

"Did you and her really…?" asked Fahima. She leaned in, her tongue flicking across her plump lips.

"That is there business," said the older woman as she rose. "Come along, Fahima. Let's give them some privacy. What they do is between them, their husband, and Allah. She is his divine gift. How she wishes to… love Wahida is there business."

"Do you think our husband will marry a futa?" asked Fahima as she rose, grabbing her colorful hijab and draping the headscarf over her hair.

"Perhaps," Rizwana said. "Perhaps not. That is his decision."

"I do hope more my sisters come to Saudi Arabia," I said. "And if not, well, at least I am here. One miracle of Allah to grace your country."

Fahima glanced at me and her cheeks darkened. She was such a beauty. My futa-dick throbbed even harder as I watched the two leave. They vanished out of the living room in their heavy dresses, hiding any hint of what they might look like beneath their clothes.

I ached to find out.

"You are a naughty one," Wahida said, "coming out here with that hard cock thrusting against the folds."

"I can't help it that I'm horny," I said, my hand running through her fine, black hair. It was like silk. It was a wonder to enjoy.

She smiled at me. "Right. You heard the sound of women, and that was enough to get a rise out of you. I have heard of you futas. All horny, wanton things."

I winked at her.

She grabbed my blonde hair. She was definitely less shy than last night. I shuddered as she pulled me to her lips. I kissed her with hunger. My mouth melted against hers, loving the feel of her against me. She groaned, our lips sealing tight. This wicked heat flowed through me as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I loved the feel of her. I loved her boldness as her tongue dueled with mine.

I moaned, our tongue dancing and caressing each other. She tasted so good. I whimpered as her hand found my hardon. She gripped me through my thin nightgown, stroking me. Her thumb rubbed across the pinnacle of my breasts. My dick throbbed, my pussy drinking in the tingles.

She broke our kiss. "You are bleeding through."

"Huh?" I panted as her thumb kept massaging my cock's crown.

"Your juices are bleeding through. Cock juices."

"Precum," I said. I grinned at her. "What do you expect would happen when you touch me like that?"

She gave me a wicked smile. "It's like your cock is begging me to drink those juices. Your precum."

"Mmm, yes," I said, leaning back onto my elbows, my legs stretching out beneath the low table.

She released my cock and dragged my nightgown up my thighs. I trembled, my body shaking. My futa-dick throbbed as my Arab wife unveiled more and more of my pale legs. The hem went higher and higher. She exposed my thighs.

Then she revealed my cock thrusting from my blonde bush.

My clit-dick sprang out, thrusting up long and hard from the folds of my pussy. My cock, swollen dark with my passion, twitched with my heartbeat. She licked her lips as she leaned her head down.

I grabbed her black hair, sweeping it out of the way so I could admire her beautiful face. She was only a few years older than me, her skin a lovely shade of dusky tan. Her lips were plump and wet. They came closer and closer to my cock.

"You make me so wanton," she said. "You futas are invigorating. I see why Allah made you."

"Yes, yes, to give pleasure to women like you."

She smiled at me, pausing in her descent. "You gave me more pleasure than I had in all my life. You made Talib give it to me, too. You are amazing, Nova. I am thankful Allah sent you to us."

Her head darted down the rest of the way. Her mouth engulfed my futa-dick.

I groaned, my dick throbbing while my thoughts went to that delicious Fahima. The gleam in her eyes. She wanted me. The imam's wife wanted to enjoy a futa's passion. I bet she would be wild once I stripped her out of her dress.

Wahida's hungry mouth slid up and down my girl-cock. My new wife gave me such a treat. I gripped her hair, watching her cheeks hollow as I pictured Fahima in my place. To cuckold not just my husband while I lived here, but an imam…

"Oh, yes, yes, I am so glad Allah sent me here, too," I moaned. "Ooh, yes, yes, just like that. You're perfect. You're making me so happy, Wahida."

She sucked on my girl-dick. My pussy clenched. My juices trickled out, soaking my bush. My tart passion perfumed the air, rising over the scent of sandalwood incense. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest as she sucked and loved my girl-dick.

Her tongue danced around my crown while Fahima filled my thoughts. I shuddered, my toes curling. My cunt clenched. The pleasure built and built in me. That need to cum. That explosive, building pressure that grew and grew in the depths of my cunt. I was coming closer and closer to erupting. To flooding Wahida's hungry mouth with my futa-cum.

It was incredible to enjoy. This wicked delight shot through me. I wanted to enjoy Fahima the same way I could enjoy Wahida. I was an ambassador to the Arab people. To their women. I had to be like my futa-mother.

I had to enjoy as many of them as I could.

"Wahida, yes, yes!" I groaned. "Ooh, you're incredible. I love you."

She sucked with such passion. My pussy clenched. My ovaries brimmed with cum. I would fire so much into her mouth. I would flood her. She would be drowning in my futa-cum for the rest of the day. Just reveling in it.

I smiled at her as she worked her mouth up and down my shaft. Her tongue was nimble, dancing, pleasing me as she sucked. Her cheeks hollowed, her eyes glassy. My cunt clenched. This wild heat rippled through me.

I gasped at the feel of her hand sweeping up my thigh.

"Ooh, yes, yes, finger my twat as you blow me," I moaned. "You're such a naughty wife."

She sucked with delight. Her delicious fingers swept up my inner thigh and brushed the curls of my pussy. Then she was brushing over my vulva until she stroked my pussy lips directly. I gasped at her hot touch. My breasts jiggled beneath my nightgown as she stroked my labia.

She penetrated me.

"Wahida!" I moaned, my futa-cock throbbing in her mouth.

She sucked with hunger on my shaft. I groaned, feeling dizzy from the heat surging out of me. This wicked, wild, wanton passion built and built in me. She fingered my twat with her delicious fingers. She caressed my hot flesh, teasing me.

I wanted to just explode. To erupt and spurt my cum into her hungry mouth. I loved her. It was an experience to enjoy. A wild passion that would have me gasping and moaning. Her fingers pumped in and out of me. She stirred me up to a froth.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I groaned. "Oh, wow, that's good. Oh, Wahida, you're amazing."

She moaned around my cock.

Her hungry suckles had my dick throbbing and aching. I panted, my nipples tingling. I grabbed the hem of my nightgown and ripped it off. My blonde hair bounced around my face while my tits were exposed. She stared up at them as she blew me.

She moaned, her fingers thrusting faster and faster in and out of my pussy. My cunt clenched down on her. I loved the feel of her digits reaming in and out of my twat. She gave me such a treat. Such passion to enjoy. This dizzying heat danced around me. I shuddered, my teeth grinding together as the passion built and built in me.

"Ooh, yes, yes," I moaned. "That's it. Come on, just work those fingers in and out of me. Oh, damn, you feel amazing."

She moaned about my cock. She sucked on me with hunger. Her head bobbed up and down on my girth. It was incredible to enjoy. A wild passion. My pussy squeezed down on those fingers. I gripped them with my cunt.

The friction and her sucking mouth set me off.

"Wahida!" I moaned.

My futa-cock erupted.

My pussy convulsed around her fingers.

Hot cum spurted out of my dick and into her hungry mouth. Blast after blast of my jizz flooded out of me. I erupted into her. My cum spurted again and again. It was incredible. I groaned, trembling on the floor.

"Yes, yes!" I gasped as she swallowed my girl-cum. "Oh, Wahida, you're amazing. An angel!"

Her fingers jammed deep into my spasming pussy. Pleasure rippled out of my cunt and fired from my girl-dick. I swayed. My eyes burst with stars. They flashed across my vision as I shuddered on the floor.

I panted and groaned as the final blast of my cum fired into her mouth.

"Oh, Wahida," I moaned as she sucked out all of my girl-spunk. Her mouth popped off my dick. "That was incredible."

"Mmm," she purred as she looked up at me. Cum dribbled on her lips. "Yes, it was."

She kissed me with hunger, letting me taste the exciting, salty flavor of my jizz. I loved it, melting into her kiss while I thought of Fahima and that naughty twinkle in her eyes. I had to enjoy her. Seduce her.

I had to experience more Arab delights.

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July 25th, 2038

The next day, I arrived at the imam's house with a jar of candied figs to give as a thank you gift. I stepped out of my self-driven Uber. There wasn't a driver, the car just navigating the city of Riyadh all on its own. It was perfect when your husband didn't have a spare car.

I shuddered as I came up to the door. I remembered arriving at this house for my wedding two days ago. I smiled, my headscarf wrapped covering my hair and swaddled about my face. I doubt anyone walking by on the streets realized I was the only futa in Saudi Arabia.

The door opened, and I grinned at the sight of Fahima.

"Oh, Nova," she said in her accented English. "What a wonderful surprise. Come in. Come in."

"Are you here alone?" I asked her as I swept in.

"My husband is at the mosque and Rizwana is visiting her mother. She does it every week on Wednesdays."

I smiled. I knew that from talking to Wahida.

"And she leaves you all alone?" I shook my head as I handed her the jar of candied dates. "Well, this is a thank you gift from me for the hospitality your husband showed me by holding my wedding here."

"Of course, of coursed," said Fahima. She took it from me and led me into her house. It had that same spicy, sandalwood scent as my own. We passed a large shelf covered in leather-bound books with titles in Arabic.

I was still learning to read and speak the language.

"I'm glad you came over," Fahima said. "I was so interested in talking with you."

"Oh?" I said as she placed the candied dates in a cupboard. She had a surprisingly Western kitchen with all manner of appliances and even an induction heat stove top. "On what."

"On futas," she said, her cheeks blushing dark.

"I had a feeling," I said, slipping my arm around hers. "Well, show me around your house and ask questions."

She nodded as she took me by the arm. She had a sweet smell about her, something flowery and delicious. Her black hair fell loose about her face. I pulled off my hijab as she led me out of the kitchen into her dining room, my blonde hair falling free.

She glanced at it, her eyes dark.

"What is it like being a futa?" she asked. "I mean, you are mostly female. Do you get periods?"

"Yes," I said. "I can even get pregnant, though I have no interest in having a man be in me."

"Not even your husband?"

"He gets to watch me play with Wahida," I said, noticing the way Fahima's breath quickened. "And he plays with her, too. She satiates us both. It's rather… delicious."

"Oh, my," she said, her cheeks darkening.

"Do you and Rizwana never please your husband at the same time? Or each other?"

"Oh, no, of course not," she moaned. "He comes to our bed separately. Technically, he should buy us each our own house, but the city is crowded."

"What a pity," I said. "To have more than one wife and not get the joy of watching one lick his seed out of the other's pussy. Poor man."

"Oh, my, that is naughty, Nova," Fahima gasped. "You would lick Talib out of Wahida?"

"Well, I would lick my own out of her," I said. "I have. She finds it wicked."

Fahima was blushing so dark now as she led me down a hallway. She turned on a light for the bathroom, then kept going, passed her husband's study. I shuddered as we reached a room with a bed in it.

"Is this what you really wanted to show me?" I asked her. "Your bed?"

She swallowed.

I stepped inside, leading her after. I turned, my hand sliding down her arm until I only gripped her hand. I pulled her after me as I backed towards the bed. I stared into her eyes, my futa-dick throbbing and aching beneath my dark, auburn dress.

"Did you bring me here so you could find out about a futa first hand?" I asked.

"You mustn't think I'm adulterous," she moaned.

"But didn't your husband's fatwa say it is not adultery to sleep with a futa?" I asked. "After all, my futa-mother slept with both of King Njam's wives. She bred them even."

"Yes," groaned Fahima. "But I should still ask his permission before—"

I kissed her.

She melted against me, her lips liquid on my mouth. My tongue thrust past her lips. She didn't resist me. She groaned and kissed me back. I loved it. I hugged her tight, pulling her against me. My futa-dick throbbed in my panties and beneath my dress, feeling her body.

She was so lush. So delicious. I had to enjoy her. I had to make love to this married beauty. She was an imam's wife. Somehow, that made it naughtier. Like fucking a reverend's wife back home. But I was Muslim now. I had converted to Islam.

This was so wild.

I turned us around as I kissed her and pushed her back to the bed. She gasped, breaking the kiss as she sank onto her dark covers. She panted, her brown eyes glossy with passion. She licked her lips as she stared up at me.

I smiled at her and winked. My fingers undid the buttons of my dress, working fast. My nipples ached, my round breasts begging to be free. I threw open my blouse, baring my tits held in my light-pink blouse.

Her eyes stared at me with such hunger as my dress fell off my body. She groaned, wiggling on the ground. She licked her lips. She was such a sweet thing. She had my heart pounding in my chest. I groaned at the sight of her.

"Aren't you just delicious?" I groaned. "Ooh, I'm going to have such a fun time with you."

She swallowed and nodded.

"Is your pussy getting soaked?" I asked as I unhooked my bra and bared my pale tits to her hungry gaze.

The Arab woman moaned, "Yes."

"Good," I purred. I smiled as her gaze lingered at my tits. They swayed as I slipped off my bra straps off my shoulders. They slid down my arms. My nipples were hard and pink.

I dropped my bra to the ground then slid my hands down my body. My touch electrified me. I groaned as I came closer and closer to my futa-dick. My cock throbbed and ached in my panties, threatening to break free.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. I smiled as she licked her lips. Her eyes were locked on my panties, ready for the grand unveiling. She groaned, squirming her thighs together beneath her skirt.

I shoved my panties down.

Fahima groaned as my futa-dick sprang into view.

I bobbed before her, aching for her body. She stared at me with such hunger as I peeled my panties down my thighs and let them drop to my feet. My cock swayed the entire time, precum beading at the tip.

"Mmm, is this what you wanted, you naughty, married slut?" I asked.

"Yes!" Fahima groaned with throaty passion.

"Then get naked and show me how sexy you are."

Fahima moaned. She wiggled on the bed as she hiked up her baggy skirt. She showed off her shaved legs. They gleamed in the light. She looked sexy, her legs the same dusky tan as the rest of her. She pulled her dress higher and higher. I groaned as her panties came into view, a bronze silk, the crotch soaked with her excitement.

She sat up, peeling her dress over her stomach then exposing her breasts in a matching bra. They were round tits, her nipples pressing hard into the fabric. She ripped off her dress over her head, her hair spilling about her flushed face. She threw it to the floor and unsnapped her bra with an eagerness, her straps sliding off her shoulders.

"Oh, Fahima," I groaned as she unveiled her tits. They were so round and perky. Her areolas were large for a woman of her age. She was only twenty or so. They were also oval. Her nipples thrust out hard before her. "Those are beautiful tits,"

Fahima blushed. "You think so?"

"I know so," I purred. "Now show me that pussy."

Fahima groaned. She stretched out on her back again, her breasts jiggling. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She peeled them off slowly, thrusting her legs up into the air. The cloth slipped off her rump and exposed her shaved twat. Her slit was tight and gleamed with her juices.

Arab women, I'd learned, usually shaved their pussies. Not to look sexy and naughty like a Western woman, but because their bushes were so thick. It was for hygiene, but it made Fahima's pussy look so delicious.

I licked my tongue as I drifted to the bed. She pulled her panties off the rest of the way and lowered her legs, keeping her thighs pressed tight together. My futa-dick bobbed before me, aching for her as her eyes locked on me. She groaned, squirming. I could see the top of her tight slit vanishing between her closed thighs.

"Mmm, show me that pussy," I moaned. "Let me see it. Worship it."

"Oh, Nova," she gasped. "This is… I… I…"

"I am Allah's miracle, remember," I purred, grabbing her ankles. "Part those thighs for me. I was sent to love you."

She groaned and spread her thighs, exposing her tight slit to my hungry gaze. I groaned at the sight of her. I licked my lips as I crawled between her legs. She was so beautiful. So perfect. I trembled as I breathed in her musk. The heady scent filled my nose as I came closer and closer to her twat.

That exciting scent had my heart racing. Blood pumped hot through my veins as I came closer and closer to the imam's wife's shaved cunt. My hand reached out before me. My pointer and middle fingers framed her pussy, feeling her vulva hot with her excitement. I parted her labia, exposing her pink depths.

"Nova!" she moaned as I pressed my tongue into her twat.

She gasped as my tongue darted through her folds. I lapped up her tangy cream. Her juices coated my tongue and filled my mouth with her wonderful taste. I breathed in deeply than licked again. I savored the aroma of her.

My tongue fluttered through her folds. She gasped and moaned, her eyes wide with delight. Her thighs squeezed about my face as my tongue penetrated deeper into her. My tongue darted around. I caressed her. Loved her.

She tasted amazing.

"Nova! Nova!" she moaned, her head tossing back and forth. Her breasts jiggled, her fat nipples quivering atop them. "Oh, Nova!"

"Mmm, first time having your pussy licked?" I asked her and then took another flick through her cunt.

"Yes!" she moaned.

That was so exciting to hear to me. To know that I was the first one to give her this delight. I kept my fingers pulling apart her pussy lips so I could stroke through all her flesh. I nuzzled into her warmth, my tongue caressing her everywhere I could reach.

She gasped and moaned, trembling on the bed as my tongue darted around inside of her. I licked up her juices. I savored the flavor of her. She moaned, her tangy passion spilling into my mouth as she writhed on the bed.

"Nova!" she whimpered. "You're… you're… What is happening to me?"

"You're going to have an orgasm," I moaned. I nuzzled into her twat. You're going to explode."

She shuddered. "You mean… really? That's not a myth. Women can have those?"

"Yes!"

I latched onto her clit. I sucked hard on her bud. She shuddered on the bed. Her body bucked and writhed as my tongue fluttered around her sensitive nub. Her breasts heaved. Her hands grabbed them, squeezing them like she kneaded to clutch onto something.

To hold onto a lifeline.

Her tangy cream stained my chin. Her fingers dug into her breasts as she moaned and gasped. Her body trembled on the bed. Her eyes fluttered. She whimpered, fingers digging into her tits. Her entire body writhed and bucked. She moaned out in delight.

"Nova!"

I shoved my two fingers holding her pussy lips apart into her juicy twat. My futa-dick throbbed. My own pussy cream, soaking my blonde bush, dribbled down my aching shaft. I thrust in and out of her depths. I churned her up. Teased her.

Her body shuddered on the bed. She moaned and gasped. Her passion echoed around me. Her body quivered and quaked. She tightened her thighs about my head. She groaned, her mind melting beneath the blood.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" she gasped. "Oh, Nova! I think… I think I'm going to orgasm."

"Good!" I moaned, my fingers plunging so deep into her twat.

Her fingers dug into her tits. My pussy clenched in anticipation of her orgasm. I sucked hard on her clit while her twat tightened on my plunging digits. I reamed deep into her married cunt, stroking her, teasing her.

Her pussy convulsed around my fingers.

Fahima moaned out in rapture. She bucked on the bed as her orgasm swept through her. Tangy cream gushed out around my fingers reaming her spasming flesh. My futa-dick throbbed in envy as I ducked down and nuzzled into her folds.

I licked and lapped at her cunt. My tongue gathered her wonderful juices. I tasted the feverish heat of her first orgasm. I was so glad I had come to Saudi Arabia, that I had married Talib and Wahida. I would show so many Arab women these delights.

I would give them so much rapture.

"Nova, you're amazing!" she moaned. "You are Allah's miracle. Thank you! Thank you for coming and giving me this bliss."

I jammed my fingers deep into her convulsing twat and lifted my head. I stared at her, pussy cream dripping off my chin. "You're welcome. I just want to give you such pleasure. I have more to give."

"Your cock?" Fahima moaned, her married twat squeezing around me.

"My big, throbbing futa-cock," I moaned.

I ripped my fingers out of her twat. I rose up on her bed, kneeling on the edge. My bare feet dangled off, my toes curling. I wrapped my futa-cock up in my hand, stroking her cream up and down my shaft. Her eyes looked at me, such lust boiling in those dark depths.

"You want me, don't you," I purred.

"Yes, yes!" she moaned. "Ooh, you have to fuck me. You have to be in me. I need you, Nova."

I smiled at the wanton passion coming from the imam's youngest wife. She was so sexy. My breasts quivered as I crawled up farther between her thighs. Her hands squeezed her tits as this lust burned across her face.

I ducked my head down, my tits dangling, and sucked on her fat nipple. I reveled in the feel of it between my lips. I nursed on her delicious nipple. I loved her. This wicked heat surged through me. It was incredible to enjoy. She whimpered and squirmed.

Her hand found my futa-dick. She grasped the spongy end, her palm rubbing into it. She stroked me, massaged me. She sent such delight shooting through me. I groaned around her nipple, sucking on it with such hunger.

"Mmm, I want this, Nova," she moaned. "I want your futa-dick in me. You're so much bigger than Hoosam."

I popped my mouth off her nipple. "Mmm, are you a bit of a size queen?"

She frowned. "Size… queen?"

I grinned at her. "It means you want big dicks in your pussy."

A naughty grin crossed her lips. "I want your big dick in my pussy. Wahida is so lucky to get your cock all the time."

"Mmm, she is," I purred as she drew me closer. She pulled my cock down towards her pussy. She rubbed me into her hot folds.

I kissed her as she rubbed my cock into her shaved twat. Pleasure spilled down to my pussy. She groaned into my mouth, her tongue darting with mine. Our nipples came together, brushing and rubbing. Sparks flared through my body.

I thrust into her married pussy.

Her cunt engulfed me. I groaned into our kiss as I sank deeper and deeper into her twat. Her flesh embraced me with her silky heat. She was so wet. So juicy. The imam's wife moaned into our kiss as she squeezed her twat around me.

She broke the kiss, panting, "Yes, yes, Nova!"

"Mmm," I purred, drawing back my hips and ramming forward. "You're just such a naughty wife."

"I am," she moaned, her face twisting with delight as I plunged into her. Our breasts rubbed together, nipples brushing. Sparks flew. "Ooh, your futa-dick feels amazing in me. You're reaming me. Oh, yes, yes, you're filling me up!"

"Good," I purred. I nuzzled against her chin and then kissed her with hunger. My tongue darted into her mouth.

She groaned, her body trembling around me. This wicked heat surged through me. It was an incredible treat to enjoy. This wild passion that had me trembling in delight. I shuddered and groaned, my pussy clenching as I thrust into her, I slammed into her pussy. I filled her cunt over and over, the delight flowing down my cock to my twat.

The bed creaked like a door being open from the force of our passion. The bed rocked as I plowed into her wonderful pussy. She gripped me. Her juicy snatch held my cock, bringing me closer and closer to my eruption.

"Oh, Allah, yes," she groaned. "Oh, this is amazing."

"I know." I panted. "Oh, Allah, I know. Thank you for this blessing, Allah!"

"Thank you for your mercy!" she moaned and kissed me.

"Fahima!" a woman gasped.

Fahima stiffened beneath me. Her pussy clamped down on my futa-dick. I broke the kiss and grinned to see the older wife, Rizwana, standing in the doorway. She looked shocked, her jaw opened wide, the color fading from her face. Her hand pulled off her headscarf, unveiling her dark hair.

"What are you doing?" Rizwana asked.

"Making love to Fahima," I purred, my hips thrusting. "She wanted to experience the miracle of my futa-cock."

"I am sorry," groaned Fahima. "I'm weak. I couldn't resist. She is so beautiful. So desirable. Allah sent her to give us such pleasure."

"But… but…" Rizwana shook her head. "Does our husband know?"

"No!" gasped Fahima. "I… I… It just happened."

"Mmm, yes it did," I moaned, thrusting my hips forward, my nipples rubbing against Fahima's while her pussy gripped my futa-cock. She held me with her silky sheath, massaging me. "Oh, Fahima, yes, yes, I'm going to pump so much futa-cum in you. I might breed you."

"Oh, Allah, yes!" Fahima moaned, her pussy clenching around my girl-dick.

"Fahima!" gasped Rizwana. "Don't say that."

"She just feels so good!" groaned Fahima. "Oh, my sister-wife, you have to experience this, too. You have to feel her girl-dick in you. She's so huge. She dwarfs our husband. It's incredible."

"But… but… we need his permission." The woman licked her lips, her cheeks flushed.

I smiled at her, watching her as I reamed my futa-dick in and out of Fahima's tight, married pussy. The older imam's wife trembled. Her hands rubbed at her belly as she watched my cock vanishing into Fahima's cunt.

My dick throbbed in Fahima's amazing pussy. Her cunt groped me, driving me wild. This passion built and built in me with my every thrust into Fahima's delicious cunt. Her pussy felt amazing wrapped around me. This wondrous sheath that brought me closer and closer to exploding. I couldn't take much more of this. I was thrusting so hard. So fast.

My ovaries came closer and closer to boiling over.

"Oh, yes, yes, Fahima!" I gasped. "I'm going to cum in you. I'm going to spurt so much jizz in you."

"Yes!" Fahima moaned. "Do that! I'm going to cum again. Oh, Rizwana, you have to try this. You have to enjoy her futa-dick."

"Not… without our… husband's permission…" the older woman moaned, sounding dazed. Her tongue ran over her lips as her fingers clutched the fabric of her dress at her belly, pulling the cloth tight over her delicious breasts. They looked so big.

I thrust hard and fast into Fahima's pussy. I reveled in being in her depths. I savored it as I thrust over and over into her twat. It was a wild thrill. I savored every inch my cock moved through her sheath. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.

I looked down at Fahima. I could tell she was close. She was on the verge of cumming. It was such a hot delight to witness. This wicked passion built and built in her expression. I groaned, thrusting to the hilt in her depths.

"Nova!" she groaned. "Cum in me! Show Rizwana how amazing you are!"

"Yes!" I moaned and buried to the hilt in her.

My cum erupted from my ovaries. The jizz rushed out of me, spurting over and over into her depths. She gasped, her eyes widening. A moment later, her pussy joined mine in convulsing delight. Her twat spasmed and writhed around me. This wonderful heat surged through me. I groaned, my heart pounding hard in my chest.

Her pussy milked my spurting futa-cock. My cum fired into her depths over and over. I spilled in her. I groaned, stars bursting before my eyes as I unloaded so much jizz into her cunt. My pussy convulsed while her twat writhed about my cock.

"Allah's merciful blessings!" I howled as the pleasure rippled through my body. I floated on the rapture.

"Yes, yes, yes!" gasped Fahima. "Oh, Rizwana, this is amazing."

"It is… is… adultery!" she moaned.

"No, no, our husband said it himself. It is not adultery for a woman to lie with a futa! I'm lying with her! She's filling me with her miraculous cum!"

"So much cum," I groaned, shuddering through my orgasm. Then I ripped my girl-cock clear of Fahima's twat. I had spilled every drop in her. "Come here, Rizwana."

"Allah," the older woman groaned, stumbling forward, her hands clutching at the fabric of her dress like she was afraid what her hands would do if she let go.

I grabbed her elbow and pulled her close to me. She stared right at her sister-wife's juicy twat. My cum leaked out of that shaved hole, trickling down to form a wet spot in the dark blanket. I shuddered, my cock pulsing and throbbing with my excitement.

"Doesn't that look just delicious?" I said, guiding Rizwana forward until her knees brushed the bed. "My seed leaking out of your sister-wife's pussy."

Rizwana made a strangled groan, a sound of suppressed passion.

My hand slipped from her arm to her rump. I pushed her forward. She fell on her hands and knees between Fahima's spread-open thighs. I prodded her towards Fahima, pushing on the older woman's plump ass. She shuffled closer to Fahima's pussy.

"Don't you just want to taste me," I asked, my futa-dick throbbing. I mounted the bed behind the imam's first wife. My hands grabbed the fabric of her skirt. I hauled the fabric up her thighs. "Don't you want to just feast on her."

"I… I…" groaned Rizwana.

"Feast on me," whimpered Fahima. "Oh, please, do it."

I exposed a pair of gray panties, the crotch soaked by Rizwana's hot passion. I yanked her panties off her hips, rolling them off her bubbly rump. I exposed a shaved pussy. Her lips were thick, protruding out from her vulva. They were dark and engorged. A sweet musk filled my nose.

"Just eat me," groaned Fahima. "Please! Love me, my sister-wife."

"This is a sin," panted Rizwana.

The bed creaked like an opening door as I pressed my cock against the folds of her pussy. I heard footsteps. I smiled; the imam was home now. He would witness the miracle he proclaimed. I thrust my cock into Rizwana's pussy.

"Lick my seed out of Fahima's pussy as I bless your cunt with my cum!" I howled at the top of my voice.

As my cock sank into Rizwana's juicy, tight pussy, the footsteps came closer and closer. I reveled in them as I enjoyed the married cunt wrapped around my dick. My blonde hair swayed about my shoulders. My pale tits heaved as I gripped Rizwana's dusky hips.

"Feast on my seed!" I moaned.

Her head ducked down. Her pussy squeezed about my cock as she nuzzled into Fahima's pussy. The younger wife groaned. Her body shuddered as she felt her sister-wife's mouth. Rizwana licked my cum out of Fahima's pussy.

A shadow fell upon me. A man groaned.

"Yes, yes, lick my seed out of your sister-wife's pussy while I bless your cunt!" I moaned, thrusting away. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at the sight of Imam Hoosam Karimi. He stood stunned, his iron-gray beard twitching as I plowed his wife.

"This is so wrong," Rizwana moaned. "Oh, so wrong, but… but…" Her married pussy clamped about my thrusting cock. "You taste so good leaking out of her, Nova. So delicious."

"I know," I groaned, thrusting away harder. Faster. I pounded her pussy while I smiled at the imam.

He swallowed, watching with hungry eyes. He wore a tunic-like robe. His chest rose and fell as he shifted. He licked his lips as I fucked his wife while Fahima moaned and gasped. Rizwana feasted on the younger woman, devouring my cum out of Fahima's twat.

I groaned as I thrust forward with hard, fast strokes. I plowed into Rizwana cunt. I looked away from the imam and enjoyed his wife. My futa-dick throbbed in the older woman's twat. She squeezed down around me, her hips wiggling, enjoying me.

"Isn't she so huge?" moaned Fahima. "Oh, Rizwana, isn't she just so big? She stretches you out, doesn't she?"

"Uh-huh!" groaned Rizwana. "Nova's so much bigger than our husband."

He groaned behind me.

I was cuckolding the imam with my hard, bold strokes. My futa-cock buried to the hilt in Rizwana's pussy over and over. My orgasm built and built. It was so exciting. My pussy grew hotter and hotter as Rizwana feasted on my cum leaking out of Fahima's twat.

Fahima shuddered. She was climbing towards her third orgasm. Such delight burned on her face as she twisted her fat nipples. She humped against her sister-wife's face as I plowed into Rizwana's cunt. My tits heaved before me. My flesh slapped her flesh.

"I'm going to flood you with so much cum!" I moaned. "I'm going to pump my jizz into your depths."

"Yes!" whimpered Rizwana. "Do that. Flood me! Give me your blessed seed."

The imam groaned again.

"Oh, husband, you're watching us love the blessed futa!" moaned Fahima.

"What?" gasped Rizwana, her pussy tightening around my cock. She lifted her head and looked past me. "Husband!"

Her pussy convulsed around my girl-dick. Her cunt went wild as she stared at her husband watching us. Then she groaned, her body trembling while her twat writhed around my cock. She lowered her head, burying her face back into Fahima's pussy.

I groaned, thrusting hard into the older woman's writhing cunt. Her massaging flesh brought me closer and closer to exploding. I shuddered, my breasts heaving as I pumped my dick over and over into her cunt. I rammed into her again and again.

My pussy tightened.

My futa-dick ached.

"Rizwana!" I moaned.

"Cum in her so I can lick her clean!" moaned Fahima. "Oh, my husband, this is wonderful. You were right. Allah sent futas. Sent Nova!"

She came, too. She bucked on the bed as I slammed into Rizwana's spasming cunt. I couldn't hold back any longer. I groaned and threw back my head. My tits heaved before me. They bounced as my pussy convulsed.

My futa-cum erupted from my girl-dick.

Hot jizz spurted over and over into Rizwana's married cunt. Her husband watched me flood her. My pussy juices gushed down my thighs as I filled Rizwana's twat with blast after blast of my hot seed. I bathed her cunt.

"Allah, yes!" I moaned, my pleasure screaming through me.

This wild, wanton, naughty bliss rippled through my body. I swayed, gripping Rizwana's hips as the powerful orgasm surged through me. The two delights slammed into my mind. Rapture fired from my girl-dick and ecstasy flowed from my convulsing cunt.

I loved it.

"Allah be praised!" I howled in delight as I spilled the last drop of cum into the older woman's hungry pussy. She wrung me dry while moaning into Fahima's cunt.

I pulled out of her and stepped off the bed, panting. The imam stared at me with hungry eyes. Then he groaned as Fahima pulled Rizwana around. The still-clothed first wife straddled the second's head. They were feasting on each other, lost to their passion.

"Enjoy the desire I have stoked in your wives," I said, grabbing my panties and pulling them up my thighs. "Allah has given you this gift. Savor it."

He let out a strangled groan.

I dressed quickly and left, glad I could inspire such passion. That I could give such joy to those two women. I practically floated home, hardly noticing the blistering, Riyadh summer sun. I came home and found Talib.

I gave my husband a kiss on each of his whiskered cheeks. His eyes were bright.

"Are you horny, my husband?" I asked him.

"Fetch Wahida," he groaned. "I need to watch you make her cum."

I grinned, eager to spread my passion. I loved my new life. It was going perfectly.

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December 23rd, 2038

"And that was the start of my troubles," I said to Adelia Tash as I recounted what happened last summer. I was on her talk show streaming live to the world. "I thought Imam Karimi was fine with what happened."

"He did pen the fatwa declaring futas to be divine gifts of Allah and no woman could commit adultery by lying with one," Adelia said, concern breaking across her face.

"It turned out the reality of the situation was more than he could handle," I said, sadness welling up inside of me. "I thought things were going great. Wahida and Fahima were both pregnant a month later and…"

To be continued…

Tales of the World's First Futa's Daughters–Futa's First Arab Passion Chapter Three: Nova's Hot Wife Passion

Tales of the World's First Futa's Daughters

Futa's First Arab Passion

Chapter Three: Nova's Hot Wife Passion

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Hermaphrodite/Females, Oral Sex, Hot Wife, Cheating, Cuckold, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Creampie

Description: The futa's desire for hot, Arab wives lands her into danger!

August 27th, 2038 – Nova Alfarsi

I strolled through the market with Wahida, people talking around us. Vendors hawked their wears, displaying fruits, vegetables, trinkets, cookware, and more. People, men and women both, bustled through, shopping, laughing, enjoying life. There was a spicy scent in the air from a booth dangling with cloves of peppers and sticks of cinnamon. It was so different from America.

So much more alive.

My wife walked beside me, both of us wearing dark dresses, mine a midnight-blue, and hers a deep maroon. We had on our hijabs, modestly covering our hair like proper, Muslim women. Of course, I was a futa. My clit-dick was twitching in my panties, hidden by the bulky folds of my dress. Other than the pale features of my face and my blue eyes, you'd hardly know I didn't belong here.

"Look at her," Wahida whispered, nodding to a woman moving through the crowd in a full burqa, the black cloth hanging over her body. It was clear she was a willowy woman even wearing the bulky clothes. Her hands looked delicate as they peeked out the sleeves. She turned her head, dark eyes peering out through the slit of her veil. "Imagine what sort of underwear she has on beneath that."

"Lacy bra and panties," I purred.

"Mmm, maybe a thong," Wahida answered. She had changed since my marriage to Talib. She was such a wicked thing now that she had blossomed. She had shared more than a few women with me, including the imam's two wives. The last month had been amazing.

Wahida was pregnant, maybe with my child, and so was Fahima, the imam's young, naughty wife. I hoped they were both mine. I wasn't my randy futa-mother. I didn't breed every woman on the first try. But I hoped so.

I was so glad to be an ambassador of futas to the Arab world. Imam Karimi was a big supporter. He had written the fatwa that declared futas to be a miracle from Allah and the Muslim world should embrace us. More than a few husbands found it kinky to watch me fuck their wives, to pump my cock in and out of their pussies and turn them into my slut.

Then they would enjoy the sloppy seconds.

I hoped more of my futa-sisters would come to the Arab world. I was the first one to accept King Njam's invitation. The Saudi Royal family was fully behind this move. After all, several of his wives were raising my little futa-sisters, products from my mother's visit last year.

"Let me go speak to her, my wife," purred Wahida. "See if she's interested in the charms of a futa."

"Wonderful," I purred.

My futa-dick swelled harder, growing to a slab of iron in my pants. I stood there, trembling as I watched her navigate through the crowd, heading to the burqa-clad woman as she browsed the stall of a merchant selling dates. I licked my lips, my pussy growing wetter and wetter. I was so ready for this fun.

Behind me, traffic flowed down the street. Cars honked at each other. Someone shouted out in angry Arabic, the words understanding lost. I was still mastering the language, but getting better every day.

Wahida reached the stall. She struck up a conversation with the woman. They were nodding to each other. I smiled, my futa-dick throbbing in anticipation. I knew we would have a wild time. We could find a cozy place to love each other.

Tires squealed behind me.

The sound drew my attention. I turned to see a beige van stopping right behind me. I frowned as the side door flung open, clattering on its rollers. Then I gasped at the sight of the two men with black turbans, the cloth wrapped around their faces to hide all but their eyes. Fear surged through me.

I screamed before a strong hand clasped over my mouth. Then I gasped as the second man seized my waist and hauled me into the van. I kicked, shouting into the hand clapped over my mouth. I landed on the musty floor of the vehicle, held down by the men. The van lurched forward, the bazaar speeding past before the door was slammed closed.

Terror seized my heart as a rough bag was pulled over my head. I shuddered, unable to breathe. It was so hot and stuffy in here. I squirmed and thrashed as the men barked at me. Blood screamed through my veins, pounding hot in my ears. They flipped me over, pulling my wrists together. They were so strong. I couldn't resist them.

Rope went about my wrists. It pulled tight, biting into my flesh.

I cried, sobbing in the bag as they held me to the floor, a knee in my back. What were they going to do to me? The van drove, bouncing over the crown. I trembled, struggling to breathe through the heavy cloth over my head.

Tears spilled down my face. My body shook. Hiccuping sobs rippled through my body. I didn't know what they wanted. Why they had kidnapped me and…

Kidnapped me…

Were they terrorists?

I sobbed to Allah to protect me as the van drove and drove. When it stopped. My stomach clenched. What were they going to do to me? I trembled as the men lifted me by the armpits and dragged me out of the van. The toes of my shoes scraped across gravel then hit the threshold of a house. I was carried inside, feeling carpet beneath my shoes.

A door open.

I was thrown to the floor.

"Please, please, don't hurt me," I moaned in Arabic, struggling to speak. I sat up and heard the door slam shut.

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August 29th, 2038

Two days later, and I was still locked in the room. I had a cot and a large, porcelain bowl to relieve myself in. They changed it twice a day when the brought me food. The window was boarded over, only trickles of light peeking through.

I was numb with fear. Two days, and I didn't know what was going to happen to me. I just lay on the cot, resting my head on the hard pillow they gave me. I still wore the same dress and hijab as before. They hadn't hurt me, but they wouldn't talk to me. Wouldn't tell me what they were going to do to me.

Would they kill me?

The door opened, and I flinched. I sat up and curled my legs to my chest. Was this it. I blinked raw eyes and licked chapped teeth. I needed more to drink. A man walked in, all in black, his turban wrapped about his face to hide his identity. He held a tray with food steaming on it. It looked like spiced lamb wrapped up in pita bread with some rice on the side and a large glass of water. I swallowed and relaxed a bit.

If they were going to hurt me, they wouldn't feed me right before they did. Right?

I slid my feet to the floor, the old carpet rough beneath my bare feet. The tray thrust at me. I took it, staring into the man's eyes. They were the only part of him I could see. I stared into them and frowned. There was something familiar about them.

"Imam Karimi?" I said, furrowing my brow.

The man stiffened. "No, no, not this man." His voice was gruff like he was trying to lower it. "Mistaken.

"No, no, it is you, " I said, shocked by the fact he was here. "I thought you liked futas. You married me."

"You fucked my wives!" he spat out, his eyes going wild.

"But you wrote the fatwa saying it wasn't adultery for a woman to lie with a futa," I said. "You said—"

He darted out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I leaned back against the wall, shocked by this revelation. I thought he enjoyed it when I fucked his wives. He always stroked his cock as he watched, furiously masturbating as I pleased his wives. As I made them cum and cum and cum.

My world reeled.

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September 1st, 2038

Another two days passed in boredom. I thought about every time I was with Imam Karimi's wives over the last two months. From the first time when he walked in on me fucking Rizwana from behind as she ate out Fahima, to the last time the day before my kidnapping when he jerked off his cock as Fahima rode my mouth and Rizwana my cock. I left the older wife full of my cum as she begged me to breed her.

"Yes, yes, give me a child like you gave Fahima," she'd moaned. "I want a baby. I need one!"

"Yes, yes, breed my wife!" the imam had moaned and came as he jerked his cock, crying out in pleasure.

It baffled me. He seemed to like being cuckolded. I remember him fucking Fahima so hard once after I finished with her. His wife was mewling with delight then smiled as her husband mounted her. She had this big, satiated grin on her face as she enjoyed a delicious dessert after the feast I'd given her.

The door opened. It was time for me to eat. I sat up and blinked. It was the imam again. His shoulders were hunched. He didn't look at me. I hadn't seen him in two days. I thought he wasn't coming back, that shame had driven him away.

For a moment, anger surged through me. He must have been the one to arrange my kidnapping. He knew what I looked like. He might have even been in the van. Maybe he grabbed me that day. I should let him feel the brunt of my anger. I was still American. I wasn't a meek, simpering woman.

Rage boiled through me, but… That wouldn't get me out of here.

"Imam Karimi," I said. His shoulders tightened. "How are your wives doing?"

He flinched, the plate covered in rice with chicken shook in his hand. I heard him swallow as he approached me.

"Fahima is pregnant," I said. "Probably with my child. Rizwana might be, too. You should be happy."

"Why?" he growled. "Why should I be happy that you bred my wife?"

"I thought you said that I was Allah's special miracle," I said. "A gift to mankind. That every Muslim woman should be honored to bear a futa-daughter. That every Muslim man should marry a futa so that she may breed his wife."

"I did say those things." He handed the tray to me and then shifted on his feet.

I wanted to press him more, but he seemed on the verge of flight. His eyes were bloodshot. Dark bags looked beneath them. I took a sip of my water, struggling to work out my next move. What I should say.

"What is going to happen to me?" I asked.

"We're negotiating with King Njam to have him ban futas from the kingdom." He shifted his shoulders. "They want me to retract my fatwa."

"You haven't?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Until the king changes his position, I can't change mine."

"Right, don't want to look like you were behind this," I said.

He shrugged.

A chill ran through me. I knew Karimi was with the kidnappers. Would they… dispose of me.

"So it's jealousy, huh?" I said through the fear bubbling through me. This cold dread that I wouldn't survive. It angered me. I was just trying to spread love and joy. To give passion to all these women that lacked it. "That's it? You are just such a pathetic man that you couldn't handle me fucking your wives."

He looked down. His feet shuffled from side to side.

"They enjoyed me!" I said. "You know that. Your wives are happier. You were happier. You were enjoying them as much as me."

"I…"

"Don't lie. I saw you jerking your cock. And I know how much you enjoyed my sloppy seconds." I shook my head. "But you're such a pathetic man, you grew jealous of a futa. You couldn't follow your own teachings. How sad is that?"

"They are my wives," he whispered.

"And?" I stared at him. "Talib has the balls to enjoy me making love to Wahida. Shafaqat asks me to come over and fuck Duha. He wants to follow your words. To be a good Muslim man, but you… You had a guest kidnapped."

He flinched back at that.

"I was invited to Saudi Arabia by King Njam," I said. "I am a faithful, Muslim futa. I worship Allah and believe Mohammad is his prophet. I plan on making the Hajj and see the Kaaba. I follow the pillars!" I rose, my anger burning through him. "You welcomed me! And then you betrayed me! What is going to happen to me, truly?"

"It doesn't matter," he said, looking away.

A terrible chill rippled through me. "They're not letting me leave here alive."

He backed up.

"That's the truth, isn't it?"

"I don't know," he said, retreating faster. He reached behind him for the doorknob.

"You do!" I said. "You can do something about it, too. Can't you."

"I can't."

"Bullshit!" I glared at him. "You welcomed me in your home, and you're going to let them harm me? What sort of Muslim man are you, huh? Let alone an imam!"

"I'll be in trouble," he said, staring up at her. "You know who I am."

My stomach rippled. That cold chill shot through me. His eyes were desperate, afraid. "Then what if you saved me. What if you set me free. I can tell the authorities that you forced me. That you didn't have a choice. They threatened your wife."

"Why?" he asked, staring at me, his eyes wide.

"Because I like your wives. They like you. I don't want them to suffer." I swallowed, reaching out. "'O My Devotees, who have committed excesses against their own selves, do not despair of the mercy of Allah. Surely, Allah forgives all sins. Indeed He is the most Forgiving, the Merciful.'" I spoke the words of the Quran with confidence. "That's Sura 39:43. Right? It is not too late to do the right thing."

He trembled.

"You'll never get to see me with your wives again," I purred. "I know you found it hot. That's why you turned me in. You were shocked by how much you enjoyed seeing your wives cumming on my dick. I know you loved it. You fuck your wives so hard after I'm done with them. You'll miss out on that. You'll regret that."

"It is too late," he croaked. He turned the doorknob. "I am sorry, Nova."

He darted out of the door, slamming it shut. The lock clicked a moment later.

My legs sagged. All the passion I felt deflated out of me. I stumbled back and sank to my cot. I stared at my food, the steam rising up. I was starving before he entered, but now… My stomach felt so cold and empty.

They were going to kill me. I wouldn't get to see my Wahida again. Or Talib. He was becoming my friend. A wonderful person. Fahima and Rizwana, Duha, Shazi, Fathiyya… I would miss them all.

Tears spilled down my cheeks.

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September 2nd, 2038

The sounds of shooting brought me out of my sleep. It was early the following day. I groaned, feeling groggy. I had such a hard time finding rest. I kept thinking those dark thoughts. Bleak, depressing, hopeless thoughts. I wanted to get out of here. I wanted to see my futa-daughters being born. I wanted to hold them in my arms.

Angry shouts echoed. I trembled. Something had gone wrong.

My door exploded open in a burst of splinters. I screamed, kicking at my covers and pressing into the wall. My blonde hair swayed loose about my shoulders. I should cover myself. That strange thought screamed through my fear-addled mind as the dark shape rushed at me, looming, swathed in black.

He shouted something in Arabic and grabbed me, throwing a hood over my head.

This was it. I groaned as the man hauled me out of the room. I wanted to be strong, but the terror was so great. More shouts echoed. I heard the pops of guns. I cringed, my shoulders hunching inward. The strong hand guided me forward as the tears spilled down my face.

I was pushed against something cold. Metal. A car. The door was wrenched open and I was shoved into the backseat. The man hopped into the driver seat. The car started as I shuddered in the back. More gunshots erupted behind me as the car drove forward.

"A-are you…?" I trembled. "I…"

"It's okay," the man said, his voice soft. It sounded like the imam. "Take off your hood, Nova."

I pulled it off, blinking. It was still night. Flashing lights danced behind us. I turned to see cop cars before a building. Figures were surging in. Gunshots cracked inside. I gasped and then looked ahead to see the imam, his shoulders hunched.

"I… I made a mistake. I didn't know they planned on hurting you. I just wanted you to leave. To never come back, but…" He swallowed and stared back at me with raw eyes. "You were right. I felt jealous. Inadequate. You are so much more than me. Allah created you futas to replace us men. I see it now. We're too brutal. Too violent."

"That's just being human," I said. "I don't know if us futas are any better."

"Your mother, President Woodward, seeks to unite the world. She wants to make peace. End the violence. It is a good idea. That was why I accepted King Njam's possibility. I wanted a world of peace, but one where Islam survived. It will, through your children. Allah sent your mother to change the world. For all of us. I believe that. I should have embraced it, but I was weak. Scared. I am sorry, Nova."

"You did the right thing," I told him, my body trembling. Everything shook. I came so close to… I didn't want to think about it. "You realized what you were doing was wrong before it was too late. Thank you."

"No, no, don't thank me," he groaned. "This is all my fault. I listened to those men. I… I helped them. Not out of fear, but cowardice. Jealousy."

I put my hand on his shoulder. I squeezed him. "We all make mistakes. We all do the wrong thing, but… today, you did what as right. I meant it. I will say you were forced. That you didn't have a choice. I will see you protected."

His shoulders shook. Then I realized he was crying. He stopped the car and pressed his face into the steering wheel. It wasn't long before I joined him. I leaned back into the car seat and shuddered, the tears spilling down my cheeks.

I almost died, but he found his way back to being a good man. He made it right. I had to work hard to be a shining example. I had to show the world that futas were important. That we were going to bring about a change. Maybe Allah did send us.

It was as good a reason as any other.

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I emerged from the bathroom bathed and refreshed. It was hours later. I had an emotional day. I had to speak to the police and tell them what happened. Then I saw Talib and Wahida for a few moments before I had to appear with King Njam and his queens, standing with them as he gave a speech about the importance of futas and not letting the fundamentalist hold Saudi Arabia in the past.

Imam Karimi was there, looking stunned. He stammered through an address and wept as he was thanked by the king. I would keep the man's secret. I wouldn't tell anyone. Every one of us had that dark jealousy in us. Every one of us could make such a poor decision that might not hurt people physically, but emotionally…

Forgiveness was something important.

Now I was feeling alive. The shock was wearing off. I spent five days as a prisoner. I wasn't abused, but I was terrified. I thought I would never see my family again. I emerged wrapped up in a dressing gown, my blonde hair wet. I felt alive.

Talib was there. My husband cupped my cheeks, staring into my eyes. "I was so terrified. I had my cousin ripping apart the Kingdom looking for you."

"He didn't sleep for days," Wahida said. She had such a gentle smile on her lips. "When I saw that van drive off…" Tears beaded her eyes.

Talib kissed me on both cheeks then stepped aside. Wahida threw her arms around me. She held me tight, trembling against me. Our lips met in a deep kiss. I held her tight, loving the feel of her against me.

I broke the kiss and stared in her eyes. "I'm here. I'm safe, my Wahida."

"My shining Nova," she said, still holding me.

Beyond her, Fahima and Rizwana held each other, staring at me with wide eyes. "Our husband won't talk about it," said Rizwana. "They took him, too?"

"To force him to recant his fatwa," I said. "But he refused. He helped me escape. He was a hero." The lie came easily. I had forgiven the imam. I didn't need to cause him more pain. He had saved me, tipped off the police and pulled me out before they could arrive so I wouldn't be in danger during the raid. "He's a hero."

"Wow," said Fahima.

"I know," said Rizwana. "Our husband…" She smiled so brightly, such pride in her eyes.

I could never tell them the truth. It would break them. He made a mistake, but he fixed it.

"You must be tired," said Wahida, taking my hand and pulling me towards the bed. I noticed then that she was wearing a light nightgown, the linen clinging to her dusky body, her flesh bleeding through in spots. Her nipples were dark shadows, and the flesh of her hips and thighs darkened the fabric as the cloth hugged her curves.

"Well, I am tired, but…" My futa-dick throbbed, pressing against my own dressing gown.

"Well, I shall let you rest and leave you in the hands of our wife and our friends," Talib said. He had a twinkle in his eye. He wouldn't watch me make love to Rizwana and Fahima out of respect for the imam. "Enjoy."

"Thank you, my husband," I said, smiling at him. He was a good man.

"My heart, take care of her," he said to Wahida.

"Always, my husband," Wahida purred, smoky passion in her eyes.

He shuddered then slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him. The click of the latch made me shudder. A wicked thrill ran through me. My eyes flicked to the three women. Already Rizwana and Fahima were pulling off their hijab, revealing their silky, black hair. So different from my blonde locks.

I didn't get my futa-mother's hair coloring, but I got her lusts. My futa-dick was hard now. It had been so many days since I had orgasmed. Not since I discovered the joys of masturbation had I gone longer than half a day without erupting.

Five days… My poor ovaries must be so full, just ready to unload.

I sank down on the bed and groaned as all three stripped naked. My wife pulled off her nightgown, revealing her nude flesh beneath. Her skin had that dusky, olive hue of the Middle East. Not quite brown, but darker than my beige skin. Her eyes were dark, her small breasts perky and delicious. She had a brown birthmark shaped like a heart on her left tit.

The source of Talib's pet name for her.

My eyes drifted down to her shaved pussy. She was pregnant with my daughter, or so I hoped. My futa-dick throbbed as my eyes flicked to the other two. Fahima and Rizwana had their dresses off. The imam's wives were both lovely, the older Rizwana ripened to perfection, the younger Fahima a budding flower of delicious delights. They wore colorful bras and panties, Rizwana's a bright orange with white lace, Fahima's a passionate red with a black bow on her panties.

Their bras came off together as Wahida caressed her flesh. I licked my lips, my heart pounding as the imam's wives unveiled their delicious tits. Rizwana had such large, lush breasts. They were so big, so perfect for burying my face into. Fahima had round breasts, her areolas oval, her nipples fat and dusky brown. She had a perkiness to her tits. They swayed as she wiggled out of her panties.

"You three are so beautiful," I moaned. "I am so glad to have you as my lovers. My wife and friends."

Rizwana smiled. "Fahima and I are honored. I hope you'll kindle a child in me, too. I've wanted one for a decade, but…"

Fahima shifted. They didn't like to talk about their husband's infertility issues. I had a suspicion that Rizwana thought she was the problem for years until the imam married Fahima. When the younger women failed to conceive, it was clearly the imam who had the problem.

Not that he would admit it.

Well, I would give her all the futa-daughters she could want. "Mmm, let's get her ready for me," I purred as the three naked wives advanced on the bed, their pussies all shaved and gleaming with her passion. "What do you say?"

"We're here to take care of you," said Wahida, grabbing the hem of my nightgown. I shifted, letting her draw it out from beneath my legs and rump. My futa-cock came into sight, throbbing hard as it thrust from my trimmed, blonde bush, my pussy soaked.

"Well, breeding you will take care of me," I purred. "Help me feel recovered."

"She just wants to cuckold our husband," Fahima purred, slipping on the bed on the other side. She grabbed my nightgown, helping Wahida pull it over my breasts.

My round tits came into view, jiggling. I groaned as Rizwana grabbed both my breasts, squeezing them as the others pulled my nightgown over my head. The world went white for a moment then my blonde locks spilled out of the neck hole and around my face.

"I think she does," Rizwana purred before engulfing one of my pink nipples in her hungry mouth. My cock throbbed and ached as she sucked. This wicked heat shot through me. I groaned, my futa-cock twitching and throbbing.

Her tongue darted around my nub, teasing me. This wanton heat flowed through my body. I groaned, my heart racing. The pleasure twitched and throbbed at the tip of my cock, my pussy clenching as the wicked imam's wife nursed at my nipple.

"That's not getting her ready for me," I moaned. I cupped her face and pulled her mouth off my nipple. "This is."

I kissed Rizwana hard, savoring the feel of the older woman against my lips. She felt so delicious. So hot and wonderful. My futa-dick throbbed and ached, my pussy clenching as my tongue dueled with hers. My heart raced as I savored this wicked treat I was about to enjoy.

My hands cupped her breasts. I massaged them as I pushed her back. They were so big and pillowy. So soft. My futa-cock, throbbing before me, brushed her stomach. The tip caressed her. Pleasure shot through me. This wicked tingle that had my heart racing. She stretched out on her back her hair piling around her face as my hands squeezed her tits.

They were just so lush and lovely. I broke the kiss, smiling down at her. The older woman had a wicked grin on her lips. She flicked her tongue across them like she was savoring the taste of me. I winked at her then squeezed her tit and ducked down.

I sucked on her nipple.

"Nova!" she moaned, squirming on the bed.

My futa-cock throbbed and ached as her fat nipple filled my lips. A bead of pussy juices ran down my swaying shaft, the ticklish trickle making me moan about her nub. I groaned, my heart racing as I sucked harder. My cheeks hollowed as I loved every bit of her. I savored this wondrous moment, enjoying playing with her.

I sucked harder and harder. My cheeks hollowed. She gasped, her head tossing back and forth as she squirmed on the bed. Her hands clenched as she trembled. Her eyes fluttered. She groaned and moaned.

I nibbled on her. I sucked with hunger on her wonderful nub. Beside us, Wahida and Fahima kissed, their tongues dueling. They moaned as they enjoyed each other, hands playing with the other's breasts.

It was a delicious sight to watch out of the corner of my eye.

I loved Rizwana's nipple as my cock throbbed harder and harder. My dick pulsed and ached. My cheeks hollowed as I loved her. I sucked hard then my mouth popped off with a wet plop, leaving her pillowy mound jiggling.

"Mmm, Nova, you are such a wicked thing," she purred. "Thank Allah for sending you to us."

Fahima broke the kiss with my wife to groan, "Oh, yes. I never would have found these delights with other women." She smiled. "Especially your miraculous cock."

"Mmm, yes," Wahida said, placing her hand on Fatima's flat belly. "We're going to have her daughters in nine months."

"Sisters who shall be so close," purred Fahima, her eyes sparkling as her hand went to my wife's belly.

"They need a third," I said, scooting down Rizwana's body. I kissed at her dusky stomach as I smooched lower and lower. "Don't you think?"

"If Allah in his mercy wills it!" moaned Rizwana, her stomach quivering beneath my kiss. The scent of her sweet pussy swelled in my mouth.

"I pray that he does," I moaned. I licked past her bellybutton, savoring the salt of her skin. She tasted so delicious.

Then I was at her shaved pubic mound. I pushed her thighs apart, her sweet musk filling my nose. It was such a sweet treat to inhale. An intoxicating musk that made me shudder. I took a deep breath, a quiver racing down to my aching futa-dick.

"Ooh, we have to help my futa-wife get your wife ready," Wahida said, breaking away from Fahima.

"You're right," Fahima purred. She turned and then lowered her head. The silk of her hair spilled over Rizwana's large boob. I heard Fahima latch on and suck.

What a wicked sound.

Wahida shifted over to join me as I leaned into feast on Rizwana's married pussy. My wife had a bright gleam in her dark eyes. She licked her pink lips, her dusky cheeks blushed bright. I smiled as she settled down beside me, her body rubbing against mine.

Our cheeks pressed together as we nuzzled down and licked at Rizwana's married twat. The imam's wife moaned. She shuddered as our tongues danced through her folds. Her sweet musk coated my tongue, making me ache and throb.

I was so lucky to be here. To love these three women.

Tears burned in my eyes for a moment. My futa-dick throbbed and ached. I trembled, then I buried my face back into her twat, licking with Wahida. Our tongues danced past each other, caressing Rizwana's labia and each other. It was so exciting to brush my wife's tongue as we ate out the older woman.

"Allah, yes!" groaned the imam's wife. She shifted on the bed as we feasted on her. "You three… all of you are such houri."

I smiled. Divine maidens.

My tongue caressed up and down that wonderful slit. I feasted on her, sharing the sweet cream with my wife. Wahida's cheek rubbed against mine. It was such a wicked thing to feel. My heart raced as I enjoyed her touch. My hips wiggled back and forth. This naughty sensation shot through me.

Juices spilled down my aching futa-cock.

My lips brushed my wife's as we shared the same pussy. The sweet cream of Wahida anointed our mouths as we kissed. Our tongues darted out, loving each other as we still nuzzled into that juicy pussy. I groaned, my heart racing.

Wahida broke the kiss. "I asked Allah for your safety during all my prayers," she whispered. "I love you, Nova."

I kissed her again while Rizwana moaned in delight. I savored kissing my wife for a second, then broke it, turning to the older woman's twat. My lips latched onto her clit, sucking it. Wahida nuzzled in lower. I think she had her tongue plunging into Rizwana's depths.

"Oh, yes, yes!" Rizwana moaned. "Oh, you three… You're getting me ready for Nova's cock. For her miraculous seed to quicken in my womb!"

She spasmed, gasping in orgasmic delight. My wife squealed in bliss. I knew she was licking and lapping up that sweet delight flooding out of Rizwana's twat. I shuddered, my futa-dick aching, my pussy clenching in delight.

I sucked hard on Rizwana's clit, giving her all the pleasure I could. Fahima's mouth popped off her sister-wife's nipple. The younger woman trembled in delight. She then did something wild. She threw her leg over Rizwana's head and straddled her.

"She's ready!" moaned Fahima, lowering her pussy to her fellow wife's face. "You have to breed her! Allah sent you to us to give us babies!"

"Yes!" Wahida moaned. "My wife, my sweet Nova, you have to give her that gift."

"Damn," I groaned, my mouth popping off that sweet nipple. "You're right, I do. Allah sent me here with a mission."

I raised my head. My tongue licked across my lips, gathering up the wonderful cream. This wicked delight surged through me. I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing and aching. This passion pulsed from my pussy to the tip of my girl-cock. I had to be in here.

Wahida rose with me, her face dripping with sweet cream. She shifted to the side as she seized my dick. She stroked my shaft as she kissed me, her lips tasting of delicious pussy. I groaned into her mouth while Fahima whimpered nearby.

"Yes, yes, Wahida's lining up Nova's cock at your pussy, my delight," moaned Fahima. Out of the corner of my eye, I witnessed her squirming on her fellow wife's mouth. "She's going to breed you, Allah willing!"

I broke the kiss with my wife and moaned, "Allah willing!"

My wife grinned at me as she pressed my cock against the hot, silky embrace of Rizwana's pussy. I groaned at the caress of the older woman's silky flesh against my dick's crown. My breasts quivered, my blonde hair swaying about my face.

Wahida leaned in, nuzzling aside my blonde hair, and whispered into my ear, "Breed her, my love. My beautiful Nova. Explode in her."

"Yes!" I moaned and thrust forward.

I rammed to the hilt in Rizwana's married twat. The imam's wife squealed into Fahima's snatch. I shuddered, that wonderful, juicy delight engulfed me. I savored being in a woman's pussy again. I survived. I had another chance to breed a sexy wife.

"Allah, thank you!" I moaned to the creator of all. He made futas. He gave us these wonderful dicks so we could please his women. "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Breed my sister-wife!" groaned Fahima. She leaned forward and cupped my breasts. She squeezed them. Her fingers dug into my flesh. I groaned, trembling as she massaged my pale tits. "Give her the gift you gave me."

"Yes!" I moaned and leaned forward.

I kissed one of the imam's wives as I fucked the other. Fahima's lips melted against mine. She tasted Rizwana on me, that juicy flavor that currently bathed my thrusting futa-dick. I slammed forward hard, my cock burying over and over into juicy twat. My breasts jiggled.

My pussy clenched. This wild, wanton, wicked heat surged over me. I groaned, my tongue dueling with Fahima's. The younger woman whimpered into the kiss as Rizwana feasted on Fahima's pussy. My girl-dick throbbed as I buried over and over into the older woman.

"Yes, yes, breed her, my exploding star," groaned Wahida. Her head ducked down. I gasped as she sucked on my nipple.

Rapture shot down to my pussy. My hole tightened, my ovaries growing full with cum. I shuddered, burying hard and fast into Rizwana's pussy. Her silky pussy gripped me. I kissed her fellow wife hard, growing dizzy from the pleasure surging through my body.

So much delight. So much passion. It was incredible. I loved it. I reveled in all the pleasure. My tongue dueled with Fahima's, my cock pumped over and over into Rizwana's twat, and Wahida sucked on my nipple. All these delights surged through me, building the ache at the tip of my girl-dick.

Rizwana's pussy gripped my cock.

Massaged my throbbing tip.

The pressure built and built with every thrust into her pussy. I churned her up as I kissed her fellow wife. Rizwana moaned, feasting on Fahima's twat. The older woman groaned and gasped as I buried into her.

"Mmm, cum in her," Wahida moaned between suckles on my nipple. "Flood her."

I broke the kiss with Fahima to moan, "Yes!"

"Give her a baby!" moaned Fahima. Her head darted down, nuzzling at my other breast. "Breed my sister-wife!"

"I will!" I groaned, the pleasure surging through my body. This wicked, wild heat rippled through me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.

I pumped away hard. Fast. I buried into a juicy cunt. I savored every hot plunge into a wicked passion. The heat rippled down my shaft and filled my pussy. I groaned, my heart racing. Passion surged through me with every plunge into Rizwana's cunt. Two hungry mouths sucked at my nipple.

It was incredible to feel. To experience. Fahima and Wahida sucked and nibbled and teased my nubs. Their tongues caressed my areolas. Their lips sealed around my nipples. They sucked and teased and made me tremble.

Jolts of delight zapped down to my cock reaming Rizwana's pussy.

I came closer and closer to spilling into her pussy. To pumping her full of my cum. I groaned, the heat growing, aching, swelling in me. This wicked, wild heat. It was incredible. Wonderful. It was the best thing in the world.

I groaned and gasped as I thrust forward faster. I pounded Rizwana, my breasts jiggling as the two hungry wives sucked on my nipples. Their black hair swept together. Their dark eyes stared up at me as they nursed on my pink nubs.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I gasped, coming closer and closer to erupting.

Fahima moaned. Her eyes widened. She moaned around my nub, squealing with pleasure.

"Drown me!" Rizwana moaned, her pussy squeezing around my cock as I plunged into her depths. "Flood me!"

I realized Fahima was cumming.

It was so hot. I trembled. Her moans around my nipples sent delight shooting to the tip of my cock. That wonderful ache swelled as I plowed through the married woman's pussy. I wanted to hold out, to let the imam's wife cum first, but…

Five days.

"Allah, thank you for your mercy!" I howled.

I exploded in Rizwana's married twat.

"She is cumming in me!" the older woman moaned.

Fahima and Wahida both popped their mouths off my nipples. Wahida kissed me, arms locked around my neck. I dueled my tongue with hers while my cum spurted hot and fast into Rizwana's fertile pussy.

"Yes, yes, breed my wife!" moaned Fahima, trembling through her own orgasm, still. "Give her Allah's gift!"

"Yes!" Rizwana moaned.

Her pussy spasmed around my erupting cock. The delight firing from my girl-dick increased. That wonderful pleasure surged up through my body, mixing with the waves of bliss washing out of my convulsing twat.

Cream flooded hot down my thighs. I clutched Wahida to me, kissing my wife as my cum boiled into another woman's flesh. I groaned and shuddered. This amazing passion surged through me. It spurted out of me again and again.

It was an incredible treat. An amazing delight. I felt dizzy with it. It was incredible. I didn't want it to end. I wanted it to keep spurting out of me. This awesome passion. I loved Wahida while I gave Rizwana what she wanted.

Her pussy milked me dry as my wife pushed me back.

I held her tight as she pressed down to the bed. My cock popped out of Rizwana's pussy, a final blast of cum spurting out. I had no idea where t landed. Wahida clutched me tight as she squirmed atop me. I felt something wet on my face.

Her tears.

She broke the kiss, her eyes swimming with passion. "You're really here."

"Really here," I whispered, stroking her face. I brushed back her tears. "I won't ever leave you. I love you, Wahida."

My wife kissed me. At that moment, I knew it was all worth it. The risk coming to the Middle East, my kidnapping, the potential for future danger. It was all worth it to find this woman. She was delicious, delightful. I loved her so much. Allah had brought us together.

He had given me a miracle, too. He brought me back to my wife.

I squeezed her rump, massaging and kneading her as she squirmed atop me. Her tongue dueled with mine. She loved me back while my still-hard cock nudged at her pregnant pussy. I shuddered as she wiggled.

As her pussy engulfed my cock, I knew I was home for good.

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December 23rd, 2038

"What an ordeal," said Amelia as I sat with her on the couch on the brightly lit stage of her talk show. "I can't believe it. How brave it was for Imam Karimi to break free of your captors and rescue you."

"He risked everything to save me," I said. Over the last few months, he had worked tirelessly to make up for his mistake. What little resent I had faded. Especially with both his wives pregnant with my daughters.

The ultrasounds were conclusive. They were futas. I was about to have my first three children. Nothing compared to my futa-mother, Becky Woodward, but I was doing my part to make the futa-future a reality.

"It was, but it was so worth it," I said. "The Muslim world is becoming so welcoming to futas. Trust me, there are plenty of men who are eager to see their wives writhing in passion with one of Allah's miraculous futas." I stared at the cameras. "My half-sisters out there, I knew a few of you are watching. Don't be afraid of the Middle East. Help make it a better place with me. Do not let fear hold you back from changing the world. It is important."

"It sounds like it," said Amelia. "Well, that is all the time we have. It has been a great pleasure to get to know you, Nova."

"Yes, it has, Amelia," I purred, my eyes flicking up and down her body. I bet my husband would love to watch Wahida and me make love to Amelia. Wouldn't that be a wild treat? "Thank you for having me on your show."

"For those who have come in late, as always, our shows are archived so you can watch them on the go. Nova Alfarsi and her remarkable story about being the first futa-convert to Islam will soon be a book. You'll be able to buy it to all online stores and on your favorite eReading app."

I smiled at the stage.

The camera lights went out.

"Oh, what a great interview," Amelia said, standing up. "I hope we can do it again."

"As do I," I said. "Do you have plans for tonight. I am sure Talib would love to take you out to dinner with us. He has reservations at this charming restaurant he knows of."

Amelia smiled. "And what would be for dessert?"

"Oh, I think Wahida and I could whip you up something delicious," I purred, "back in our hotel room."

"Sounds great. Talk to my assistant, and she'll work it out."

I smiled and nodded. Then I turned around, adjusting my hijab as I headed to where my spouses watched off stage. They were both smiling. I didn't love love Talib, but he had become like a brother to me. A friend. We shared a woman, and that brought people together.

"You were brilliant, my wife," he said, grabbing my shoulders and giving me two friendly kisses on the cheek, his beard scratching.

I didn't know how Wahida could stand kissing him or having him eat her out.

"Yes, you were," my wife said, cupping my face with her delicate hands. She leaned in and planted a warm, welcoming kiss on my mouth. It was hot and delicious. Her round belly, swollen with our futa-daughter, pressed into my stomach.

My futa-cock ached beneath my dress.

"So, I just got off the phone with my cousin," said Talib.

"The U.S. ambassador?" I asked. My husband was a member of the Saudi Royal family. There were a lot of cousins.

He nodded. "While you were being interviewed, he was contacted by two of your futa-sisters inquiring about coming to the Middle East."

I trembled. It was a start to helping my mother's dream of the united world come closer and closer to happening. I would do my part no matter the dangers. I had to make a future for my futa-daughters to grow up in peace and safety.

The END of This Story of the Daughters of World's First Futa