1 Movie Night

by Stayrr

You Knew What.

188. Fata Fairy Futa's Hot Milf

The Futa Fairy-Futa's Hot MILF Wish Chapter One: Cassandra's MILF Desire

The Futa Fairy

Futa's Hot MILF Wish

Chapter One: Cassandra's MILF Desire

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen masturbation, Hermaphrodite/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodite/Female, Voyeurism, Body Modification, Virgin, Oral Sex, Hot Wife, Cheating

"Oh, my god, Cassandra, check out what Deidre posted on her Facebook page," Lana, my best friend, said. "It's a pic of her and her sister with their cheeks pressed together, looking so happy. Oh, god, it's so corny. 'Closest sisters in the world,' it says."

"Really?" I said with a giggle, reaching for my phone beside me to check out the post. Deidre had gotten real weird the last few weeks of school, spending all the time with her younger sister, Keily. And now that summer break was on, it was impossible to get her to do anything.

Lana and I both giggled as we stared at her Facebook timeline. It was full of pictures of Deidre and Keily. The chaise lounge chair I sat on creaked as I shifted my bikini-clad body. I was over at Lana's house, my best friend and next door neighbor, sunning in her backyard beside the pool. It was a summer tradition we had been doing since we were kids. And now that we were sixteen, the pair of us celebrating our birthdays last month, it was vital we kept it up.

We had to look hot. Of course, Lana and I had different reasons for wanting to look hot.

And we did look hot. We were both gorgeous, with long legs and breasts, though mine were larger and rounder, but she had a nice pair of conical mounds. Our bellies were flat. She had gorgeous, blonde hair, and I had my fiery locks that I kept clear of my shoulders so they would tan properly. Our bikinis were tiny, little triangles to cover our naughty bits and not much else. Maximizing the amount of skin the Washington's summer sun could bathe.

"I can't wait for the slumber party tomorrow," Lana said. "Even if we can't get Deidre to come. And, frankly, she'd probably drag her bratty sister with her. But the others are all in. It will be a blast. Daddy's even going to be out of town, so it's only Mom we have to get around. And she's such a heavy sleeper."

I tingle washed through me. Lana wanted to look hot for boys, and I pretended that, too, but my true passions lay with Mrs. Teller, Lana's mother.

Alessa Teller was just a perfect woman. She was a blonde goddess, her body so curvy and mature, her breasts so large and soft. She always had this sultry smile. And the way she moved… Unlike my other friends moms, or even my own, she hadn't let herself go. She still had long hair and a tight body. I had seen her jog so many times in those skin-tight shorts.

The first time I ever masturbated was to Mrs. Teller. I just happened to glance out my bedroom window and into hers. There she was, naked and masturbating on her bed, having forgotten to close her shades. Just seeing those lush mounds awakened something in me. A fire that had grown hotter and hotter as I aged.

Sometimes, I wondered if I was still friends with the pushy Lana just so I could hang around and ogle her mother. I especially wondered that when Lana was being condescending or homophobic. And right now she was being kinda a cunt about Deidre and her sister. I thought it was kinda cute that they were so close now.

Lana was still prattling on and on about Deidre being so weird when the goddess herself emerged from the house. The whisk of the sliding glass door snapped my attention from my phone. Mrs. Teller emerged, wearing a blue bikini, not as skimpy as ours, but the cups strained to hold her bouncing breasts as she sauntered out to join us.

Instantly, my pussy clenched and soaked my bikini bottoms. My nipples hardened, poking at my top. My cheeks flushed. I tried not to drool as her hips rolled from side to side, her long legs so gorgeous. I wanted to lick up them and reach their apex. To push aside that Lycra triangle and lick and nuzzle at her pussy.

My thighs pressed together.

"Hi, girls," she said in that purring tone of hers. It was like she knew I lusted after her and had to tease me by sounding just so hot and throaty and wanton, like the women in the lesbian pornos I masturbated too. I loved MILF seducing younger women porn, especially when the MILF's were blonde.

"Hi, Mom," Lana said without looking up at her mother.

"Hi, Mrs. Teller," I croaked as she sauntered by and reached the chaise lounge on the other side of Lana, sitting down and snagging the tanning lotion.

"Wonderful day for sunning, isn't it?"

I nodded my head, my pussy on fire. I couldn't sit her and watch her rub tanning lotion across her lush body. Just seeing her start on her arms, making her tan-golden skin glisten sent ripples of heat through me. My hands clenched, my desires burning so hot for her.

"I have to use the restroom," I squeaked, popping to my feet.

"Kay," Lana said, still looking at her phone.

Mrs. Teller just smiled at me. Then I fled, my bare feet slapping on the wooden decking around their pool as I raced to their house, pushing open the sliding glass door and darting inside. It wasn't much cooler indoors. Like most houses in Western Washington, the Tellers didn't have AC.

My feet slapped across the hardwood floors as I raced for the upstairs window. My heart beat so fast, my bikini bottoms hugging tight to my wet pussy. My red hair flounced behind me as I took the stairs two at a time. I reached the landing, darting to the my right and crashing through the bathroom door. I slammed it shut and went straight for the window.

I peered out of the round opening and shivered as Mrs. Teller rubbed the tanning lotion on her thighs. My hands shot down to my bikini bottoms and shoved the stretchy material out of my way. I rubbed my shaved flesh and found my wet folds.

"Yes," I hissed, my cheeks flushed. My fingers plunged into my pussy. I was a virgin, but my hymen was broken early on in my gymnastic career. "Mrs. Teller!"

My masturbation was frantic, fast, my heart racing as I watched the MILF slather her body in the tanning lotion. She stroked her sleek legs, rubbing up her inner thighs right to the edge of her bikini, coming so close to touching that wonderful place. My pussy clenched on my fingers as she worked on the other leg.

I wanted to touch her so badly. Several times I had rubbed tanning lotion on her back when she asked, stroking her flesh, aching to be bold enough to reach down and slip my fingers beneath her bikini bottoms to grip her ass or to reach around and squeeze her breasts.

But fear always held me back.

"Oh, Mrs. Teller, cover that hot body," I moaned, two fingers plunging in and out of my depths, stirring my hot flesh with such passion. "Oh, yes. Mmm, now rub up to those tits. Cover your stomach."

My clit throbbed as the fingers from my left hand rubbed at it, the right plunging faster and faster into my pussy. My toes curled against the linoleum. My nipples ached in my bikini top. My breasts jiggled as my body trembled. Every thrust of my fingers, pretending they were Mrs. Teller's, sent pleasure shooting through my body.

"Mmm, I would treat that body right," I moaned. "I would love it."

Her hands worked up her stomach, oiling her flesh, reaching for her bikini top. Her breasts heaved and jiggled as she worked, straining to break free of the constraining bikini top. I imagined them naked, tanned golden brown like the rest of her, her nipples thick and fast, just perfect for sucking on.

I would love her body. I would suck and nurse and nibble on her nipples. My pussy clenched harder on my plunging fingers. My clit ached and throbbed. Pleasure shot through me as I rubbed and frigged myself faster and faster. My breath squeaked out of me.

"Mrs. Teller! I'll love you. I'll lick your pussy. I'll even fuck it. I'll buy a strap-on and fuck your pussy so hard. Harder than Mr. Teller even would. You'd love me. I know you would."

Fantasies danced through my mind as I masturbated so hard. Mrs. Teller lying on her bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy covered by a her blonde bush, fingers beckoning. I had a fleshy dildo thrusting from my groin, strapped to me.

Fuck me, Cassandra, the MILF moaned in my imagination. Please, please, I need you. I need to feel that big cock fucking me. My husband doesn't please me.

"I will, Mrs. Teller," I promised as she coated the exposed parts of her breasts with the tanning lotion, fingers dipping down between her mounds.

I focused on my fantasy, ripples of pleasure washing through me as I came closer and closer to my orgasm. My body trembled as in my fantasy, I advanced on her. She pulled me to her, guiding the dildo to her pussy.

Fuck me, Cassandra!

"Yes," I hissed, closing my eyes, capturing her beauty, the wanton delight in her blue eyes, her heaving breasts as I slammed the dildo into her, her arms pulling me down for a hot kiss, her breasts rubbing on mine while I pumped my cock in and out of her pussy.

My cunt clenched on my digits. I imagined they were my cock fucking her pussy, feeling how tight and wet and silky she was. My clit ached and throbbed. My head arched backward. My body trembled as the rapture built. Juices dribbled down my thighs.

"Yes, yes, yes," I groaned. "Oh, Mrs. Teller, your pussy's so hot. So tight."

Your cock's so big. Love me! Make me cum!

"I will, Mrs. Teller," I moaned, wishing for it to be true so badly.

My fingers plunged into my pussy's depths. My back arched. Pleasure exploded through me. My pussy spasmed on my digits. My clit throbbed against my clit. My head leaned against the glass window as the rapture flooded through my body.

My eyes fluttered. My forehead squeaked as it slid across the cool surface of the glass. My body trembled as my orgasm peaked in me. I shivered, smiling, buzzing with delight. I stared down at the MILF, aching for my fantasies to become realities and…

Where was Lana?

Footsteps slapped up the stairs. I whipped my head around, pulling my fingers out of my pussy as they stopped at the door. "Are you still in there, Cassandra?"

"Yes?" I answered, flushing.

"Who are you masturbating too?" Lana asked with a giggle.

"Oh, my god, Lana," I gasped, my cheeks burning. "I'm so not doing that."

"Riiiight," Lana laughed. "Is it Jason? Or Brian? Ooh, Conner. God, he's so cute."

"I'm not masturbating," I said again, grabbing toilet paper and wiping my fingers. "Just got lost on Facebook while peeing."

"Gross! You stare at your phone on the toilet? That's what guys do."

I dabbed at my shaved vulva then threw the toilet paper into the toilet and flushed. I washed my hands for good measure. I hoped that it didn't smell too much like hot pussy in here. I opened the door and blinked.

Lana held a large, green envelope in her hand, the address on the front written in flowing, cursive script, the ink silver. She arched an eyebrow, turning the letter around. There was a wax seal keeping the envelope shut.

"This is so weird," Lana said, shoving the letter at me. "Look."

To: Miss Cassandra Riley

The Upstairs Bathroom

1012 Polk St

Parkland, WA, 98444

"The fuck," I said. "Why is it addressed to me but has your address?" I was 1016.

"Weirder, they knew you were in the bathroom not masturbating," Lana said, her blue eyes sparkling.

"Is this a joke?" I asked, glancing at the return address:

From: Leanan Sidhe

The Aviary

1 Summer Lane

Phoenix, Arizona 85009

"Leanan Sidhe?" I asked Lana. "Where did you come up with that?"

"I didn't. Mom had me check the mail and that was in the mailbox." Lana shook her head. "This is so weird. Who do you know in Phoenix?"

"No one," I said.

"Well, are you going to open it?"

"What's inside?" I gave her a suspicious look.

Lana shrugged. "I really don't know. I didn't do this. I promise." She crossed her heart above her bikini top. "See."

"Okay," I said slowly. My thumb cracked the seal. "But if there's anything weird in here…" I arched an eyebrow.

"It won't be my fault," she protested.

I pulled out the letter and glitter spilled out with it, coating my fingers. I unfurled the letter, which looked written on old fashion paper. It wasn't computer paper or notebook paper, but thicker and with a yellow tinge to it. I unfolded it and saw more of the silver cursive. It was so neat, even beautiful, like something written two hundred years ago.

My dearest Miss Cassandra Riley,

I am writing to you in regards to your wish that you most fervently expressed. I recognize the desire bursting in your heart. I know that you believe it to be the most wicked in nature, but I assure you, I find it beautiful.

Which is why I am writing you this letter expressing my deepest desire to make your wish come true. Like you, I have burned for the charms of an older lover. The same heat that ignited your nethers burns within mine. Oh, how I sang with the birds as I experienced my own shuddering delight from the force of your pleasure.

So expect my visit tonight, my dearest Miss Cassandra, and know that your deepest wish shall be granted.

Yours in fellowship,

Leanan Sidhe

Esq. of Summer

"Well?" Lana asked.

My cheeks were beat red. How did this Leanan Sidhe know that I lusted after Mrs. Teller? There was no way Lana would have written this. She would think it was gross. I had the hots for her mom. Lana pretended she was supportive of LGBT persons in public, but we were close, and she had made clear her disgust of lesbians many times.

She wouldn't turn my desires into a prank.

"Just…a prank," I said. "Like I thought. I bet Marissa or Kelly sent it. They know I'm here almost every day."

"But in the bathroom?" Lana frowned.

"They got lucky?" I guessed, holding the letter to my chest.

"Well, can I see it?" she asked.

"No!" I gasped.

She snatched it out of my hands, the paper partially ripping. Her eyes widened as she read it. "Ooh, who's this older lover you have a crush on. Is it Marrissa's dad? God, he's such a hunk. I'd let him give me a mustache ride."

"Yeah," I lied, my cheeks flushing. Marrissa's dad kind of looked like Tom Selleck, complete with the thick mustache. "That's it."

"That's who you were masturbating to?" Lana asked. "You should really spray the Febreze after you finish. You must have been sooooo wet."

"Oh, god," I groaned, cheeks flushing.

"The rest of this is weird," Lana said. "Do you think they're coming over tonight?"

"I don't know," I said, trembling. I had no idea what to make about the letter. Who was this Leanan Sidhe? And what made her a lawyer for summer. My dad was a lawyer, and he had esquire at the end of his name on all his business cards.

How could this Leanan Sidhe make my dreams come true. And why was she masturbating in an aviary? Wasn't that like a bird cage or something. Lana dragged me downstairs to the pool away from her mother to gossip about Marrissa's dad.

I had to keep lying, pretending about all the things I liked about him.

"What are you two girls talking about?" Mrs. Teller asked at one point. "Boys?"

"Men," Lana answered. "Cassandra desires an older lover."

My cheeks burned.

"Oh, I remember those desires when I was your age," Mrs. Teller smiled as she stood up, stretching. "I'm going to start on dinner. Are you staying, Cassandra?"

I nodded quickly, trying not to stare as she sauntered by. Her bikini had ridden into the crack of her butt, showing more of her flesh. I wanted to fix her bottoms, to slide my fingers beneath her cloth and feel the silk of her ass.

"My god, just imagine that mustache rubbing on your pussy," Lana moaned. "You're shaved, right?"

I nodded my head, imagining a different mouth to ride upon.

I enjoyed dinner, then Lana and I settled down on the couch, watching TV, changed into clothing that hid a bit more of our flesh than our bikinis—a tennis skirt and tank top for me, a belly shirt and jean shorts for her. We found a raunchy comedy to watch while her parents went upstairs.

At some point, I found myself getting tired. I leaned onto the couch's arm, dozing off as Bridesmaids played. The letter sprang back into my mind. Who had written it? How had they known I was here? In the bathroom?

Where they really coming?

Why?

But I was too tired to really ponder these questions. My eyes closed, the movie fading into the background along with my questions of the mysterious letter writer. Those questions really didn't matter right now. I sank down into my dreams.

And to the chirping of birds.

They sang around me, forming complex harmonies of such breathtaking beauty. I opened my eyes and found a garden of unsurpassed beauty around me. Vibrant-green plants grew thick like a jungle, trees with broad canopies rising around me. Flowering bushes and vines splashed color everywhere. Blues, purples, oranges, reds, yellows. They perfumed the air with such sweetness. I smiled, staring at it all as I sat up. Above the trees, I could see a silver frame forming hexagonal panes of glass, forming a dome around the gardens.

And then, in the trees, I caught fluttering movement. The songbirds serenading me moved about on the twigs. Some had dull feathers, brown or blacks, but others were colorful, with exciting plumages flashing through the green leaves as they shifted around, chirping their songs. There must be over a hundred species of songbirds in the aviary.

"One-hundred-and-twenty-three," a girlish voice said from behind me.

I spun around. Blinked. Even for a dream, I wasn't expecting the figure hovering in the air between a flowering bush and a small pond. Her wings were a gossamer blur, buzzing like hummingbird wings. She was naked, her body petite, almost childish, but there was nothing childish about her silver eyes.

They were ancient.

I trembled as they arrested my gaze. I felt so small, so insignificant, a little blip in existence before something as old as our sun. Something that measured life in quantities that I couldn't even comprehend.

And then I realized that she was naked.

Really naked.

Her breasts were small mounds, just budding from her chest and topped by pink nipples. Her hair fell in a curtain of green about her shoulders and breasts, the color of the vibrant ground cover I sat upon before her. My eyes descended her body to her boyish hips and the sweep of her hips funneling me right towards her hairless pussy.

And her huge cock.

I blinked.

A huge cock.

The beautiful fairy hovering before me had a cock.

"How did I dream you up?" I gasped, so certain this had to be a dream.

She laughed and the birds trilled with her. "Your imagination did not conjure my aspect, my dearest Miss Cassandra. I am sure if you had, I would be far more amply curved like the ravishing Mrs. Teller."

I blushed, images of the buxom MILF flashing through my mind, my pussy getting so wet and itchy and…

I was naked. I could feel the ground cover's small leaves tickling my ass and my shaved pussy. My hands leaped to my breasts, covering them while I squeezed my thighs shut. My cheeks must be as crimson as my hair right now.

"Such maidenly bashfulness is not required, my dear Miss Cassandra," the fairy purred, her wings humming louder. "Though the color blossoming across your cheeks is most becoming."

"What is going on?" I blurted out. "Who are you? Why do you have a cock? And wings? You're a fairy. Right? Why do fairy's have dicks? Where is this? Is this a dream? It has to be dream. I'm asleep on Mrs. Teller's couch."

"You are, indeed, asleep on the buxom Mrs. Teller's couch," agreed the fairy. "And as to whom I am, I thought that would be so very clear. Did you not receive the letter I sent you? Did you not read its words of promise that I am here to deliver."

"Letter… You're Leanan Sidhe? What kinda of lawyer appears naked in my dreams with fairy wings and a cock!"

"Esquire used to mean something far more grand than the prosaic and mundane profession of lawyer," sighed the fairy. "The Queen of Summer and the Seelie Court of the Tuatha de Danaan herself bestowed the title upon my slender shoulders."

I blinked at the words. A fairy was in my dreams. Wow, I had a wild imagination. I mean, I gave her a cock. Why would I do that?

"I have a cock because that is my nature." She lifted her erection, flashing the folds of her pussy tight between her thighs and wrapped about her cock. Like it thrust from where her clit would be. "And, as you can see, I also have a most succulent cunny. One which is dewed by my desire to aid you and see your dearest wish come true."

"Wish?"

She sighed. "My dear Miss Cassandra, you know the wish I speak of. You wish to have sexual congress with the mother of your best friend. To feel her big, bountiful breasts, to taste the delights of her pussy. To heave in passion with her as you penetrate her over and over, violating the vows of her marriage, savoring the delights of your older lover until you both explode in a effervescent wave of rapture."

A hot shiver washed through me. I pictured myself kissing Mrs. Teller, her big boobs pressed to my round, sixteen-year-old tits, our pussies grinding together, our orgasms bursting through us. She would be so hot and silky and wonderful against me. We would heave in such passion together.

"Yes," I swallowed. "I do want that."

"Excellent," she clapped. "And as to what I am, beside a Seelie Fey, is a futanari. Or futa for short. It was coined by the Japanese, and I prefer it to other terms. It sounds so much more elegant to me than hermaphrodite or dickgirl." She shuddered at the last one. "Don't you agree?"

"Futa," I said, swallowing. "Okay. You're a futa. A girl with a cock and pussy. And you're a fairy."

"A futa-fairy, my dear Miss Cassandra," she said with such pride, her voice bubbling with girlish excitement that belied the ancientness of her eyes. "And one who is here to make such a sweet bargain with you."

She buzzed forward and alighted on the ground before me, her cock bobbing inches from my mouth. I had never been much for boys, but this cock was so…hypnotic. My eyes locked onto it as it swayed before me, clear liquid beading on the tip. Precum. The crown was spongy, a darker pink than the rest of her shaft, and throbbed with her dick's twitches.

I licked my lips, the sudden urge to suck her cock shooting through me. I looked up at the fairy, her small breasts rising and falling as she smiled down at me. I shivered, my pussy clenching. I wiggled, rubbing my snatch into the ground cover, savoring the soft caress of the small leaves and flowers beneath me while the birds sang louder above.

"What a sweet song they make," the fairy said, lifting her eyes to the trees, "serenading us as we make our deal."

"Deal?"

"I grant you your deepest desire, and one day, perhaps, I will ask a tiny favor of you." Her dick swayed before me, attracting my eyes again. "Doesn't that sound wonderful? You get the delights of the buxom Mrs. Teller."

"She'll really be mine?" This was such a crazy dream I am having.

"She will truly be yours. And you will gain so much more." Her dick moved an inch closer. "All I need is to be pleasured. Is to be loved by you, my dear Miss Cassandra. See how turgid I am. Ever since your desire reached me, I have been aroused. Can you smell me?"

I inhaled, shivering at the scent of her sweet musk. I licked my lips. I loved tasting my own pussy, savoring the tart flavor. And this smelled even better. My mouth watered. I had to pleasure her, and she would make my dreams come true.

Even if this wasn't real, I was eager to enjoy this crazy sex dream of mine. And if it was…

"You accept?"

"I do," I moaned and leaned forward, dipping beneath her cock to nuzzle my face into her pussy.

"Oh, yes, my dear Miss Cassandra," she moaned as my tongue slid through the folds of her snatch.

I was licking my first pussy. Maybe it was only a dream pussy, but it felt so hot and wet and silky on my lips. My tongue dragged through it while her girl-cock twitched and throbbed on my forehead. My tongue flicked and fluttered through her, lapping at her folds, drinking her sweet juices leaking out of her snatch.

My body burned. This was so hot. My thighs squeezed so tight together, my poor clit aching, as I worshiped her pussy. I dived into her folds, licking, nuzzling, wanting to devour every inch of her. I had to eat her. I had to make her cum. To explode.

Her wings fluttered louder, buzzing, humming as her excitement built. Her hands slid up her body, cupping her small tits as my tongue wiggled deeper and deeper into her pussy. Her juices trickled down my face.

"Oh, my dear, sweet Miss Cassandra," she groaned. "Oh, yes, savor my pussy. Mmm, you are such a good girl. Oh, I am so glad you accepted my bargain."

"Me, too," I moaned into her hot flesh, my tongue licking.

Sticky precum dripped into my hair, soaking through my curls to my scalp. I shuddered, feeling the cock throb on my forehead. My eyes focused on the fleshy shaft as I tongued her pussy. Curiosity built in me.

What would it be like to suck a girl's cock? I would never suck a boy's, but…

My tongue slid through her folds and brushed the base of her shaft. I kept licking, dragging my tongue up her shaft. Her skin tasted salty good with lingering traces of her sweet pussy. Her wings hummed and fluttered as I climbed higher and higher. I reached where her futa-cock's crown started, my tongue caressing at the underside.

"Oh, yes, my sweet Miss Cassandra," she moaned. "Oh, that is so good. The frenulum is such a sensitive part of a dick."

My tongue caressed the edge of the crown then flicked higher, brushing her sticky precum. Salty delight coated my tongue. My pussy clenched as I savored the flavor. My tongue flicked higher, bushing the crown, her precum staining my tongue.

Oh, that was so nice.

I shivered, my pussy clenched as my tongue swirled over her crown, making the fairy twitch and moan while my cunt grew hotter and hotter. I wanted to feel this in me. I opened my mouth, sucking on the tip, and wished it was in my pussy instead.

I stared up at her silver eyes, moaning as I sucked, burning with such desire for her. My tongue swirled about her dick. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked. Her precum poured out of her cock. It coated my tongue in creamy delight. I swallowed it, shivering, the heat growing and growing in my pussy.

"Oh, you are so eager for my dick," grinned the futa-fairy. "You want me to be inside you, sliding and pumping away at your eager pussy. Mmm, the sweet delight we shall create."

She pulled out of my mouth, her cock dripping with precum and desire. She stroked it as I gasped and heaved, staring up at her, my thighs so slick with my pussy juices. My nipples ached. I understood without being told.

I stretched out on my back on the ground cover, staring up at the flowered canopy overhead. Birds sang louder and louder, feeding on our passion. They serenaded us. Their beautiful music relaxed away in fear at the size of the futa-fairy's cock penetrating my pussy.

It would feel so good.

"Oh, you are such a ravishing creature, my dear Miss Cassandra," Leanan Sidhe moaned as my thighs parted, exposing my pussy. "And you have embraced the most wicked and modern custom of pubic hair styling. I love the strip of fire leading to your eager quim."

"Thanks," I gasped as she fell to her knees between my spread open legs. She leaned forward, her tongue dragging up my thigh right to my pussy.

"Yes!" I hissed as her tongue slid through my folds.

It was amazing. Her tongue was so soft and light, dancing across my shaved vulva and dipping into my virgin slit. Other than my fingers and tampons, nothing had been in my pussy. No tongue from another woman, or futa, no other fingers, and certainly no cocks or dildos.

My toes curled into the soft ground cover, my knees, bent, swaying back and forth. I trembled. My hands grasping my round breasts, squeezing them. My fingers slid up to the pinnacle, squeezing my hard nipples. I tugged on them.

"Mmm, such a sweet delight," she purred as she slid up my body. "But you burn for my cock. That is the congress you yearn for right now."

"Yes," I gasped, figuring congress was an old-fashion term for fucking. "Yes, yes! Ram that girl-dick into my pussy! I want to be fucked by a futa-fairy!"

Her smile beamed across her girlish face sticky with my juices. She leaned down, her tongue licking my nipple as her cock nudged at my pussy. She was over me, her wings buzzing behind her in eager anticipation. She slid her cock up and down my pussy, making me twitch and moan. My eyes rolled back into my head.

She thrust.

Her wings buzzed.

My pussy stretched about her huge cock. My eyes widened. I gasped in sheer delight as the burning friction in my pussy sent waves of hot bliss rippling through my body. My cunt clenched on her invading cock, hugging it, embracing it, savoring every inch of its girth and length diving deeper and deeper into my snatch.

"My dear, sweet Miss Cassandra," moaned the futa-fairy, her face twisting with pleasure. "Oh, your sweet quim is so hot about my turgid cock."

"Yes!" I hissed, my hips wiggling. It was amazing. Stupendous. And then she drew back and thrust in again. My eyes widened so large at the swell of pleasure washing through me.

A girl with a cock was fucking me.

The futa-fairy kissed me, her lips wet with my tart passion. I grabbed her ass, feeling the muscles in her cute tush flex as she drew back her hips and drove her cock over and over into me. I shivered, clenching down with my pussy as she plowed into me.

It was amazing. A thrill that made masturbation pale in comparison. My pussy embraced her cock, squeezing and clenching, increasing the friction as I shuddered beneath her. My clit throbbed against her pubic bone every time she drove into me. Our tongues met, dancing together as we heaved and moaned.

Her wings hummed louder and louder as her hips pumped faster and faster. I moaned into her kiss. My nipples throbbed as they brushed hers. She felt so warm and silky a top me. Her fingers caressed my sides.

She broke the kiss. "Yes, yes, can you feel it, my sweet and dear Miss Cassandra? The connection forming. Our bargain growing."

"Yes," I gasped. "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum so hard on your futa-dick."

"Enjoy that moment. Savor it." Her cock slammed so deep. "Embrace it, my dear Miss Cassandra."

"I will!" I howled as she drove her cock so deep into me.

My clit throbbed against her pubic bone. Her dick caressed every inch of my pussy. My thighs locked about her hips. My fingers dug into her flexing ass. Pleasure swelled in the depths of my pussy.

I came.

I screamed out with the birds chirping above. My pussy convulsed on her huge cock, milking it as I thrashed and trembled. My nipples rubbed on her small, firm breasts and brushed her hard nubs, adding such sweet delight to the pleasure rushing out of my pussy.

Delight burst through me. It reached my mind. Such ecstasy bathed me. I groaned, my thighs tightening harder, my pussy milking her cock. The futa-fairy trembled atop me as she moaned out her pleasure.

And came in me, moaning my name.

My eyes widened. "What's that flooding me?"

"My futa-seed," she moaned. "The physical exchange of our bargain."

"But there's more than cum flooding me," I gasped, feeling the liquid squirts splashing in my depths and something else. Energy. Heat. It rushed through my cumming pussy shooting straight for my clit.

"Your gift, my dear Miss Cassandra," she grinned, her silver eyes shiny with passion. Her cock spurted again and again, adding more and more energy that rushed to my clit. "Enjoy it!"

And then my clit swelled. I felt it growing, pressing against the futa-fairy's belly. I groaned in shock as my clit became my dick. My eyes widened as it grew thicker, harder. It throbbed between our bellies.

"You made me into a futa?"

"I did, my dear Miss Cassandra," she purred, sliding down my body.

I groaned as her dick plopped out of my wet pussy followed by a flood of her futa-cum. She grasped my cock, stroking it as she brought it to her lips. She opened wide and engulfed my dick like I had sucked on hers earlier.

"Holy fucking shit!" I screamed at the shock of pleasure.

My cum-filled pussy clenched as she sucked my new futa-cock. Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing it while her cheeks hollowed. Pressure deep inside my groin, like maybe in my ovaries, built and built. Something wanted to escape.

My own futa-cum.

"This can't be real," I groaned, squirming, my pussy clenching, my dick throbbing in her wonderful mouth.

Her silver eyes locked on mine as she sucked, her hand stroking my shaft. My ovaries ached. The futa-cum building in them wanted to explode out of me. Needed to explode out of me. My back arched, my breasts heaving.

"I'm going to cum!" I panted, squirming. It felt so intense. Something so different than anything else I had ever experienced.

"You're having a dream," the futa-fairy somehow said while sucking on my cock. Only her voice sounded mature instead of girlish. "Cassandra, honey, you're dreaming."

The pressure built and built. My body shook. I felt hands on my shoulders. My eyes fluttered. Darkness swallowed the world around me. The futa-fairy sucked hard one final time as I bucked and moaned.

My eyes opened.

Mrs. Teller stood over me, wearing a mauve bathrobe in the dark living room. My dick ached so badly as I shook and thrashed. I whimpered, my ovaries on the verge of cumming. My thighs kicked out, my skirt riding up.

My dick popped out of them, thrusting out through the legband of my panties.

"Cassandra, honey," Mrs. Teller said, her blonde hair swaying loose about her beautiful face, her big breasts straining against her robe. "Are you…?" Her eyes widened. "Is that a cock?"

"Yes!" I panted, my pussy clenching. The cum in my ovaries rushed to the tip. "I'm cumming!"

And then Mrs. Teller did something that I think shocked her more than me. Her head lunged down and engulfed the tip of my cock. My eyes widened as I felt the MILF's lips lock about my dick. My futa-dick throbbed in her hot mouth.

I came.

"Yes," I hissed.

Cum boiled out of my ovaries. The futa-jizz shot out of my cock into the MILF's hungry mouth. My pussy spasmed. Every eruption sent bucking pleasure through my body. It was so different than cumming as a woman. This was so much more direct. Intense. The pleasure didn't linger but shot through my body in an instant.

The MILF swallowed. I heard every greedy gulp. Her throat working as I squirmed and gasped. Her hand grasped my cock, stroking it while I squirmed on the couch, my head resting on the arm, the cushions groaning beneath me.

"Mrs. Teller," I moaned as the final blast of my cum shot into her mouth, my body flushed beneath my clothing.

Her mouth popped off my dick. The kitchen light was on, spilling golden through the darkness of the living room. Her eyes were wide. A drop of my cum dribbled down her cheeks. She shivered, licking her lips.

"I…" She shuddered. "Why did I do that? I didn't want you to make a mess. But… Why…? And you have a cock." Her hand squeezed it. "You have a cock, Cassandra. Oh, my god. And it's…huge." Her eyes widened. "And it's still so hard."

She stroked it, making me squirm. "Mrs. Teller," I moaned. "I had a dream and…"

My words became a groan as her thumb rubbed across the tip.

"You have a cock and you're still hard." She shivered and then she straddled me, her thighs peeking out of the bottom of her robe. Her breasts jiggled beneath it, struggling to burst free. The knot holding it closed was tied loosely, stretching as she guided the cock to her pussy.

"Mrs. Teller?" I gasped.

"Shhh," she hissed. "My husband and daughter are asleep upstairs. But I need this. I haven't cum in so long on a dick. Please, Cassandra."

"Yes," I nodded, my eyes wide, my heart racing.

And then my best friend's mom, the MILF I had been lusting after for years, sank her pussy down my new girl-dick. My eyes widened at the sheer thrill of a hot pussy engulfing my dick. She was so tight and hot and silky. The pleasure was indescribable. My back arched, the couch creaking beneath me as more and more of her pussy sank down my dick.

Until she had taken me to the root.

She let out a throaty moan, squirming on my dick. Then she leaned over me, her eyes wild with lust, and rode my dick. The couch groaned and squeaked as she fucked her pussy up and down my cock so hard and fast.

"Oh, you're so big," she hissed, her tits bouncing beneath her robe. "So huge. So much bigger than my husband's. Oh, my god, I didn't know a dick could be this thick! It's amazing, Cassandra."

"So are you," I croaked out, the pleasure rushing through me.

"Just what I need," she gasped, her back arching, her tits bursting free of her robes.

I groaned at the sight of those naked, heaving mounds bouncing over me. Her nipples were so hard, the light from the kitchen falling on them as she rode me. I reached up, grasping her tits, sinking my fingers into her pillowy softness.

My dick throbbed in her silky pussy, my cunt clenching. Hot pleasure surged through me, churned by the friction of her pussy sliding faster and faster up and down my cock. She fucked me with such wild abandon, working her cunt up and down my dick, grinding her clit into my pubic moan.

She hissed out her wordless pleasure, savoring my dick. She rotated her hips, swirling my cock through her cunt's depths as she fucked me. I groaned, my fingers tightening on her tits. I moaned, my back arching.

My ovaries boiled.

"I'm going to cum again," I moaned.

"Yes, yes, yes," she hissed. "Oh, this is so hot. You have a cock. And tits." Her hands squeezed my round breasts through my blouse and bra, my nipples aching. "This is so hot. I can't believe this. You have a dick!"

"I do!" I moaned. "And it's in your pussy! Mrs. Teller!"

"Shhh!" she hissed. "My husband… He can't know… But… Oh, god, I need this. I need to cum! I need to… CUM!"

She screamed it out the top of her voice as she slammed her pussy down my girth. Her cunt went wild about my dick. Throbbing, convulsing, massaging my girl-dick. My eyes shot open. The pleasure rushed through me. It was intense. Her pussy writhed about my cock, sucking on it.

Wanting my cum.

"Mrs. Teller!" I hissed, my ovaries twisting. "I'm going to…"

"Do it!" she hissed. "Let me feel your girl-cum in me. I need it! Oh, god, I need it!"

She thrashed atop me, her breasts jiggling in my grip while my dick throbbed in her writhing depths. The hot, massaging silk drove me wild. My hips thrust up. My ovaries clenched. My cum spurted into her pussy.

My eyes widened as I came in her married cunt. I had just fucked Mrs. Teller. The pleasure boiled through my mind. Those sharp pulses of pleasure shot from my dick to my brain. I loved it. This was better than I could possibly dream.

I was a futa, and I had just fucked Mrs. Teller.

"Oh, Mrs. Teller, I love you," I gasped as her pussy milked my cock.

She shuddered atop me, sucking in deep breaths as she came down from her orgasmic high. She shivered, staring down at me, her eyes widening. "Oh, god, what did I just do?"

"You made love to me," I smiled, squeezing her breasts. "Oh, it was beautiful."

"It was wrong," she gasped, bolting off of me and backing away, my cum spilling down her thighs. "Oh, god, what did I just do?"

Then she fled the living room leaving me gasping and convulsing as my orgasm shuddered through me. Didn't she enjoy herself? Didn't she like what we did? Tears beaded the corners of my eyes. I thought I was supposed to get my wishes granted. I thought it was magical, and she… She hated it.

I stared down at my still-hard cock as tears fell down my cheeks. Now what was I supposed to do?

To be continued…

The Futa Fairy-Futa's Hot MILF Wish Chapter Two: Cassandra's Futa Problem

The Futa Fairy

Futa's Hot MILF Wish

Chapter Two: Cassandra's Futa Problem

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite Masturbation, Teen hermaphrodite/Female, Oral Sex, Cheating, Hot Wife, Exhibitionism

Tears fell down my cheeks as I stared at my new cock sprouting from where my clit used, the folds of my pussy wrapped about its base. It was still wet and shiny with Mrs. Teller's hot pussy. The MILF, mother of my best friend, had rode me so hard, so eager to cum on my dick. I thought, finally, that I had her. After lusting after her for years, I had the MILF in my arms.

Yes, I didn't imagine I would grow a cock at sixteen and fuck her with it, or that a naughty futa-fairy would visit me in my dreams to grant my wish. But it happened. I made love to Mrs. Teller, and it was magical. I held her, kissed her, and felt that glorious pussy about my new futa-cock. And then she came. I came. I flooded her pussy.

It was the best feeling ever.

And then Mrs. Teller felt so guilty. She was married, her husband asleep upstairs along with my best friend, Lana. Mrs. Teller had bolted off of me, fleeing the living room in a panic, leaving me sitting on her couch in a crying daze.

I had my wish, and she rejected it. Mrs. Teller didn't want to be my lover.

I stared at my cock. It twitched, still half-hard. "It's all your fault. If I wasn't a freak, she would have loved me."

I grabbed my cock, pulling on it.

My hand slipped up the shaft, lubed by her juices, and popped off. My tip throbbed from the friction, pleasure racing down my shaft to my pussy. Tingles rushed through me, the memory of my orgasm I just had with the hot MILF.

"If it wasn't for you," I hissed, tugging on it again, my dick stretching, my hand sliding up it and brushing the tip, sending more pleasure through me. "Stupid cock!"

The pleasure only remembered me of what just happened, from waking up from my dream with Leanan Sidhe in the aviary to Mrs. Teller standing over me in her robe, burned in my mind. My cum had erupted, painting her face with my jizz. She had looked so hot, so sexy, dripping with my seed. Even in the dark living room, I could tell how beautiful she was, her tanned face flawless, ripened into the epitome of womanly beauty, her blonde hair spilling in a tousled mess about her face, her large breasts straining against her loosely tied about her waist.

It was so hot.

My dick throbbed as I tugged on it, my hand stroking up and down as I relived what just happened. My eyes closed. I leaned back into the couch, furiously tugging on my cock. The tip throbbed and ached as my palm slid over it, my girl-cock so hard, the shaft throbbing in my hand.

It had been magical as Mrs. Teller mounted me. The MILF had fucked me so hard, riding my new cock, moaning and gasping. She loved it. Her big breasts had broken free of her robe. She had cum so hard on my dick.

"Then why did you run?" I hissed. "You loved my cock! You told me. You hadn't cum in forever. Your husband's cock isn't as good as mine."

I tugged so hard. No boy had ever tugged so hard on his cock as I tugged on mine. My pussy clenched as I squirmed on the couch, my moans echoing through the still living room. I squirmed on the couch, juices leaking out of my pussy. My hand slapped over and over into my pussy lips before sliding up to stroke my crown.

My toes curled as pressure swelled in the depth of my body. I groaned, mewling as my body shivered. My pussy clenched. The ache built at the tip of my cock. That need to explode. I groaned through clenched teeth, tugging so hard on my dick.

White cum spurted from my girl-cock.

I groaned, thrashing as it arched through the air and splattered onto the glass coffee table. I groaned, squirming as another blast fired from my dick and then a third. Each one sent pleasure knifing through my body, stabbing right into my brain. It was amazing.

"Yes, yes, yes," I panted, heaving, my body buzzing from the intensity of my new cock's orgasm. It contrasted with the softer pleasure rippling out of my pussy. "Oh, damn that's—"

DONG! DONG!

I gasped, the grandfather clock in the sitting room announcing it was 2 AM. I shuddered, my heart racing. My eyes widened. I just jerked off my new cock in Lana's living room. I groaned, wishing I hadn't fallen asleep watching movies with my best friend. If I had gone home, then at least I would be there. And I wouldn't have had my heart broken by Mrs. Teller.

Fresh tears fell down my cheeks. I let go of my cock. Trying to tug it off just led to filthy masturbating. I stumbled to my feet, heading to the kitchen to find paper towels. I wiped up my creamy mess from the coffee table, feeling so guilty, then I disposed of the evidence in the kitchen trashcan.

My new cock was so tight in my panties. I headed home, leaving the Teller's house and walking through the cool summer evening back to my own house next door. I slipped into my house and padded upstairs, hoping I didn't wake up Mom. I reached my bedroom, throwing myself on my bed, crying into my pillows.

After my tears finally stopped, I rolled onto my back, my dick throbbing in my panties. I hated it so much. Why did that stupid fairy curse me with a cock? It just caused so much problems. I was happy lusting at my MILF neighbor from a distance, hanging out at Lana's house as much as I could so I could vicariously peep on the object of my affection.

I glanced to my bedroom window. It faced out to the Teller's master bedroom, the lacy curtains open as usual. There she was, sleeping beside her husband. She must have douched herself and went to bed. She always slept naked. There were her breasts pillowed by her arm.

Before I knew it, I was jerking off again. Sitting on my bed, I stroked my dick so hard staring at her sleeping. I groaned when I came, my cum splattering the carpet of my floor. More drizzled over my hand and splashed on my thighs.

No wonder girls joked about a guy and the box of tissues by his bed. Cumming made such a huge mess.

"Damn fairy," I muttered, falling back onto my bed, the cum drying on the back of my hand. "Stupid, dumb fairy. I bet you're laughing. 'Oh, look at my dear, sweet Cassandra in such a tizzy because I gave her a big, huge cock that freaked out the woman she loves and now everyone will know she's a freak. They'll see her cock bulging her panties and laugh at her. Tee hee hee.'"

I rolled onto my side. I would have to face the world with a cock. I couldn't wear any tight bikinis and sunbathe with Lana. I would have to hide the filthy thing. No one could ever know what the futa-fairy cursed me with.

Maybe I could cut it off?

That thought hit me as I lay in a daze on my bed, so tired and wanting to sleep, but so frustrated and sad about what happened I couldn't. It wormed through me. I could get a pair of scissors and just snip it away.

Then I could be a normal girl again.

But I'd probably end up bleeding to death or something. I think there was an artery that ran through boy's penis. It's what let them get so hard. I'd have to wake up my parents, tell them I cut off my own futa-cock, and had to go to the hospital.

So many people would know.

I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling, my dick throbbing in my panties, begging to be stroked again. I shook my head. It was lighter in my room. Dawn approached. My eyes felt like grit. I closed them, too tired to really care now.

And then it happened. I felt something in the world change. Like an energy that had dissipated. My dick throbbed once, and then the pressure in my panties grew less and less. They weren't so tight, so constrictive and…

My eyes bolted open. I sat up and stared at my panties. They weren't bulging around my cock. There was nothing. "Oh, please, please say it's over."

My fingers pulled aside my panties. I had never been so relieved to see the fiery landing strip leading to my shaved pussy. My slit was as tight as usual. No huge cock bulged out. I ran my fingers through my pussy lips, nudging my clitoral hood. My clit was inside, not hard and aroused.

"Thank god," I groaned. "It's over."

Relief flooded through me. I had lost my chance to ever have my relationship with Mrs. Teller, but at least I wasn't a freak any longer. I fell back on my pillow and my eyes closed. I must have fallen asleep right away because it was past noon when my beeping phone dragged me out of unconsciousness.

I fumbled for it, reaching. I snagged it off my nightstand. I had a Skype call from Lana. I swiped the screen. "Hello."

"Hey," she said brightly, sitting in her bedroom, sunlight almost washing out her blonde hair into a white blur. "You weren't sleeping on the couch when I woke up."

"Yeah, I decided to go home and sleep in a bed," I said.

"You just waking up? You look awful."

"Thanks," I grumbled.

She giggled. "Just looking out for you. Your eyes are bloodshot." She brought her phone closer to her face. "Did you get into your dad's booze."

"Just…" I shook my head. "Nothing. Just didn't sleep. The sun was up when I passed out."

"Ugg, insomnia's the worst. Remember last year when I didn't sleep for two weeks?"

She was exaggerating, as always. "Yeah," I grinned. "I remember."

"So, excited for tonight?"

I blinked. "Tonight?"

"My big slumber party." She shook her head. "Summer's almost up. One last bash. How could you forget?"

"Right, right. Sorry, just waking up." I faked a smile. I would be at the Tellers house all evening. "I remember."

"Then get your keister over here and help me get ready. That's a best friend's job."

"Let me take a shower and look less horrifying," I said. There was no way I could face Mrs. Teller looking awful. Even if she thought I was a freak.

"Sure, sure, no hurry."

I shook my head. Lana was like that, one moment so excited about something that it had to be done right away and then the next acting like she didn't care a bit. "Kay. Bye."

"Bye."

The Skype call ended. I groaned, not wanting to get up. But it was past noon.

My stomach twisted and roiled as I took my shower and spent an hour mastering my red hair and applying a light amount of makeup. Nothing overboard. I selected a florescent-green set of bra and panties, cute and fun but not too sexy for a slumber party, and made sure I had a bikini to bring over. I dressed in a flaring, flowery skirt and a tank top, my bra peeking out around the white top, adding a splash of color that worked well with my red hair and green eyes.

My parents were at work, since it was a Friday, and I foraged for food in the kitchen. As much as my stomach was twisting with nerves, I also was starving. It was strange eating while feeling like I wanted to throw up.

I made a cup of chamomile tea and drank that to settle my stomach before facing the Teller house.

Lana and I practically lived at each other's house, so knocking wasn't necessary. I opened the door and stepped into the living room. I flushed with guilt when my eyes fell on the coffee table. I moved to it, searching for any streaks.

There was one. A bit of cum I missed.

"Oh, hi," the strained, bubbly voice of Mrs. Teller said from behind me.

I jumped, spun, and saw the MILF wearing a pair of white shorts and a pink baby doll t-shirt standing at the hallway leading back to the kitchen. She looked so radiant, her blonde curls falling about her head, her legs so tanned and lithe, contrasting with her white shorts. And her breasts… They filled out that t-shirt.

My pussy grew hot, wet. But no cock sprouted.

"Hi, Mrs. Teller," I said, my cheeks red. I fidgeted, washing my hands before me.

"Cassandra," she said, her cheeks darkening with a blush. Her eyes flicked down. "I… Right, you're here to help out with the party."

"It's gone," I said, squirming, my eyes burning. "So you don't have to…worry?"

"Oh, okay." She licked her lips. "It was just…a dream, right? Not real. I mean…" Her cheeks grew darker. "You're a girl. Not…"

"A futa," I finished. "Just a dream."

She stared at me, her own hips swaying. She opened her mouth twice to say something. And then Lana burst into the room from a different hallway that led to the stairs. "Cassandra!"

"Hey," I smiled.

Lana glanced at me then at her mother, frowning. "What are you two doing? There's such a weird vibe in here."

"Just…"

"Talking about dreams," Mrs. Teller told her daughter. "I found Cassandra having a…um…nightmare sleeping on our couch last night. It was…"

"Weird," I said.

"Oh, is that what had you up all night?" My friend grinned, her face a younger version of her mother's. "She's a scaredy-cat. She won't see any horror films."

"I can't handle the stress," I said. "It's not fun. I don't get why you love them, Lana."

"Because they make me feel sooooo alive." Lana darted to me. "Now we're on cupcake duty. And then we have to go out and buy the drinks and chips. Mom gave me a budget."

"And you'll stick to it," Mrs. Teller said, disappearing back down the hallway to the kitchen.

It was weird around Mrs. Teller. All day we kept bumping into each other as I helped Lana get ready for her party. And we always just looked at each other, both of squirming. I wanted to seize her, to tell her I didn't have the cock and she didn't have to run. That we could love each other. I didn't care that she was married.

But she was embarrassed. I was just a kid. Sixteen. Not a sophisticated adult. And there was guilt, too. She had known me all my life. I was her daughter's best friend and then we had sex last night. And that was without adding the weird cock I had temporarily sprouted.

There were six girls coming for sure, though more were invited, and Lana wanted to have enough food for them all. "I don't think Deidre's coming," Lana said as we shopped for snacks at the WinCo. "She's attached to the hip to her bratty sister, and Keily was not invited."

"Yeah, it's so weird," I giggled.

"But Mei, Marissa, Kelly, Becky, Rosa, and…Theresa are definites," she said, rattling off the names for the seventeenth bazillion time. "Mei only drinks diet soda, right?"

"I think so," I told her.

"Well, grab a case of Diet Pepsi for her."

We had a shopping cart full of soda, jugs of Arizona iced tea, and bags of all sorts of chips and dips. It was far too much, but I didn't say that to Lana. She was clearly having so much fun. She paid with her Mom's debit card, putting in the pin code while she stared longingly at the locked liqueur shelves.

"Dad's out of town," she said. "Left this morning. And mom's such a heavy sleeper. Why don't we know anyone who's twenty-one? This party could be real wild."

"Yeah," I said, grinning at her. "Truth or Dare would be so wild if we were drunk."

"Remember Becky's party? Oh, my god, I can't believe you actually kissed her naked ass for the dare."

My cheeks blushed. None of my friends knew I was a lesbian. "I always do my dares."

"Alcohol makes you do your dares." She sighed. "This party will be so lame without it."

I nudged her hip with mine. "It'll be a blast. You'll see."

She beamed at me, looking almost as sexy as her mother. "Thanks, Cassandra."

As she hugged me, my nipples tingled and a wet heat raced through me. I hadn't ever paid attention to Lana. Why would I when I had her MILF mother attracting my attention. Maybe I should have set my sights on a younger Teller woman to seduce. We could be more than friends.

Maybe…during Truth or Dare, I could dare her to kiss me. That would be wild.

I was wet for the rest of the day as we got everything set up. Around five, the girls began arriving. Mei was first, the Chinese girl beaming as she came in, then Kelly and Theresa. Rosa, Marissa, and Becky arrived together. We all put on our bikinis and hit the pool.

It turned out, I had a lot of hot friends. Mei was petite, her breasts small mounds, but her skin was so exotic. Rosa had golden-brown skin and such a great ass. Becky was almost as stacked as Mrs. Teller, her boobs seemed to float as she lounged against the side of the pool in her blue bikini. Theresa had killer legs, and Becky had these plump, kissable lips. Marissa was a knock out in her one piece stretched around her round breasts, her legs so sleek.

My excitement only grew as we splashed in the water. I didn't need Mrs. Teller. I could have fun with my friends. One of them had to be at least bicurious. My nipples were so hard, bringing laughs from Mei when she noticed.

"Someone's thinking of a cute boy," grinned Mei before she splashed.

"She's always thinking about boys," laughed Lana. "She's boy crazy."

"I am," I lied, splashing Mei back.

Shrieks echoed through the backyard as we tried to drown each other. Water splashed in every direction as we screeched and giggled. There were no teams. It was a free-for-all. Alliances would pop up and then were betrayed moments later as we moved around the pool.

"Girls, are you trying to murder each other?" Mrs. Teller asked, coming out in her red bikini.

And the world stopped for me. I stared at her heaving breasts as she sauntered out, her hips swaying. I groaned, lusting after her. My friends were all cute girls. But that was all they were—girls. Mrs. Teller was a woman.

I couldn't settle for my friends. But how could I have my MILF? I had my chance last night, and the dumb futa-cock blew it. I tracked her as she walked across the pool, sunglasses hiding her eyes, an amused smile on her lips.

Then a huge splash of water crashed into my face. "Pay attention," Lana laughed. "Or you're going to lose."

"How do I win?" I shrieked and splashed back at her.

But as we played, I felt Mrs. Teller's eyes on me and flushed. I was just proving to her I was a girl, too. Not a woman. Not someone worthy of her beautiful body. I faked my enthusiasm, but the game had lost all its fun. I wasn't sad when it petered out finally, the eight of us all panting for breath, flushed from our exertion.

Then we were sunbathing, enjoying the last rays of the sun while our stomachs growled. Drinks were poured and chips were snacked on as we talked boys and music and clothes and more boys. I kept glancing at Mrs. Teller, now on her stomach, staring at her ass hugged by her bikini bottoms, wanting to grab them.

My clit throbbed.

I wanted to fuck her again.

God, I hoped I wasn't missing my futa-cock.

"Okay, let's order pizza," Lana announced around seven PM. "I am starving."

"Yes!" the other girls cheered, and we headed inside the house to change out of our swimsuits.

We settled down into the living room, the glass coffee table moved to the off-limits sitting room, and put in a sappy romcom while we waited for the pizzas. I sat on the floor between Mei and Becky, a Dr. Pepper in hand, snaking on tortilla chips. The laughing and giggling started up immediately as we all squirmed. The pizzas came not long after.

It was a lot of fun. With Mrs. Teller retreated to upstairs, giving us our space, I could relax and forget about my heartache and concentrate on having fun. Soon Mei was dancing before the TV, the movie completely ignored. She laughed and giggled, her boyish hips swaying. She was such a petite thing.

Just like Leanan Sidhe.

A flush heated my pussy as I cheered, "Shake that booty, Mei."

"You'll be a great stripper," laughed Lana. "You'll get the guys horny."

"You think so," Mei said, her ass clad by a pair of booty shorts, her slim legs toned and with that lovely Asian-olive shade. "I don't have much of one." She turned around, cupping her small tits through her tank top. "And I'm sooooooooo flat. I wish I had boobs like your mom, Lana."

"Your mom has the best boobs," I blurted out.

"I know, right," Becky said. "Mine come close."

I nodded my head.

"Ugh, don't ogle her boobs, Cassandra," Lana said. "And stop talking about my mom's tits. She's my mom. That's super gross."

"What?" Becky said, now cupping her breasts. "Don't you like a big pair of boobies, Lana?"

"I like a big pair of balls," Lana said. "And a hot chest."

"Ooh, I saw Brian at the Y this morning," Theresa cut in. "He was swimming in a speedo."

I sighed at the mention of boys, and suddenly all the talk of boobs was gone. It was just getting so good. Becky did have a nice pair of tits. They were almost as big as Mrs. Tellers. I bet I could have as much fun with them. I just needed to forget about the MILF.

Move on.

My heart ached. I sank down on the couch, retreating into silence as the other girls laughed and giggled. Marissa freaked out when Lana started talking about her hunky Dad. "I would so ride his mustache!"

I glanced upstairs. The master bedroom was overhead. I bet Mrs. Teller was naked right now. If I was in my room, I could masturbate in the dark, staring at her. I kept my curtains drawn just right so they looked closed but weren't. I would peep on her so hard. My thighs rubbed together.

"Someone's nipplely," laughed Rosa, the Hispanic girl reaching out and tweaking my nipple through my top and bra. "Who are you thinking about?"

"Marissa's dad," Lana laughed. "She's got the hots for an older lover."

"My dad?" Marissa gasped. "Come on. That's not funny. He's soooooo old."

"And experienced," Becky sighed. "Mmm, I'm getting nipplely, too."

"So, were you thinking of Marissa's dad?" Rosa asked.

I bit my lip.

"Truth or Dare!" declared Lana as she pulled off her tank top, exposing her breast contained in a hot pink bra. "It's time. Strip to your undies, girls."

I couldn't remember why we stripped to our bra and panties to play Truth or Dare. We had played Truth or Dare this way since we were kids. So I didn't hesitate to join in. I ripped off my tank top, exposing my florescent green bra, and wiggled out of my skirt. Becky had a yummy, black bra that fought to constrain her rather large breasts, and Kelly's was sky blue and so lacy, the cups dotted with little holes that let her flesh peek through. Theresa had a skimpy, red thong on that barely hid anything, and gave her a delicious cameltoe.

Damn, my friends were sexy.

"Truth or Dare, Cassandra," Lana said, giving me a look. I knew the truth she would ask.

"Dare!" I always took dare. It was too dangerous doing truth. I didn't want my friends knowing I was gay. Especially Lana. She would freak out.

"You always pick dare," complained Becky.

"I like to have fun," I shrugged.

"Fine," Lana said, her eyes gleaming. "Take off your bra and step out onto my front porch for thirty seconds."

My eyes widened. "What?"

"Or you could take truth." She licked her lips. She really wanted to find out who I had a crush on.

"Fine."

I stood up.

"No way," Kelly said, her green eyes wide.

"Way," I told her, my fiery curls swaying about my shoulders as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I slipped it off my shoulders, baring my round breasts, pink nipples hard, to my friends.

"No covering the goods," Lana said, shaking her head as I dropped my bra on the floor.

"Fine," I said, trembling. I couldn't believe I was doing this. My house was next door. It was still daylight, barely. Someone would see me.

I forced myself to walk to the door, head held high, tits bouncing. My friends moved behind me, giggling, whispering. They didn't believe I would do it. I reached the front door, took a deep breath, and opened it.

"Holy shit," Mei groaned as I stepped outside.

It had cooled off as the sun sank. The world was dark with twilight, but sunlight still spilled down the street as it set. The girls began counting behind me as I gazed out on our quiet street. I looked around, trembling, my entire body shaking.

"Don't let anyone see me," I whispered.

"Ten," they counted.

A car approached. My knees knocked.

"Fifteen!"

"You have to stay out there," Lana called.

The crunch of the tires came closer and closer. The shadow of the car appeared ahead of it.

"Twenty."

"Oh, god," I groaned, my hands clasped before me. My tits were so exposed.

"Twenty-five."

The fender of the car appeared. Blue. Mr. Whittaker would get a treat. It moved so slow, creeping out from behind Lana's bush. The driver would see me. He would look to his right and see a topless, teenage girl standing on the porch. Oh, god, this was so embarrassing.

"Thirty!"

I turned and bolted inside, barreling into my friends.

"Holy shit, you did it," Lana said, slamming shut the door. "Wow."

"Yeah," I said, still shivering, my legs felt watery. "I did."

"Well, who you going to pick?" Lana asked.

"Pick?"

"For the game." Lana rolled her eyes. "Come on, Cassandra."

"Right, right." I licked my lips as we headed back to the living room. "Mei, Truth or Dare."

"Truth," Mei said.

"Have you masturbated today?" was the question that tumbled out of my lips.

I sat down on the couch as Mei blushed. "Yes."

Everyone gave a wicked giggle. Kelly said, "I love masturbating. I do it every day."

"Really," Mei blinked. She looked around the room. "Theresa, Truth or Dare."

"Truth," Theresa said.

As Mei asked her question, the world changed. I shivered, my naked breasts jiggling. I felt the sun set and the energy surged through me, lancing right for my clit. My eyes widened in shock. My entire body trembled as my clit ached and throbbed. It swelled. I clamped my hands over my crotch as it grew bigger and bigger.

"Oh, no," I groaned, my clit transforming into a big, thick girl-dick, pressing on my hands.

"It's not that bad," Theresa said. "Right?"

"Cassandra's just being mean," Lana said, giving me a look.

I had missed the question and answer. But that didn't matter. I was growing a big dick. Wearing only my panties. Sitting with my friends. Panic struck me. I let out a gasp and bolted to my feet. Still covering my panties, I darted away from the living room.

"Cassandra?" Mei called.

"Bathroom!" I shouted.

"Hope it wasn't the pizza," muttered Lana as I raced through the living room.

I don't know why I bolted up the stairs. Maybe it was the closest path of escape from the living room and my friends finding out I had a cock. Maybe I was scared and wanting comfort from someone motherly.

My feet slapped on the stairs, my naked tits bouncing as tears fell down my cheeks. What would I do? It was back. The stupid futa-cock was back. This was horrible. It was a nightmare. Why did it have to sprout now? Why sunset? What did that stupid futa-fairy do to me? She ruined my life. How was I getting out of the house without my friends seeing it?

Seeing I was a freak.

I was ruined. They would hate me.

I reached the top of the stairs and stumbled into the hallway wall. I pressed my face against the flowery wallpaper, my entire body shaking as the sobs hit me. Why did that dumb fairy have to ruin my life? Why did she have to pick on me?

A door opened.

I flinched as Mrs. Teller stepped out wearing the same loosely tied bathrobe as last night, her large breasts swaying beneath it as she stared at me. It was dark in her bedroom. I must have woken her up. I trembled. She was the last person I wanted to see.

"Cassandra, honey?" she asked. "What's wrong? Did Lana do something to you? Were they picking on you?"

"I…" I kept my hands firmly clamped over my crotch, turning away from the MILF as she walked forward.

"You're topless? Did they take your bra? Were you playing that dumb Truth or Dare game?" Mrs. Teller let out an exasperated sigh. "One of you girls always ends up crying whenever you play it."

"It's not that," I said.

She touched my shoulder. "I…I know things are weird…because of last night, honey, but…" Her eyes flicked down. "Oh, no. Is it…?"

I nodded my head. "They'll see, Mrs. Teller. They'll see I'm a freak."

"Oh, honey, you're not a freak," Mrs. Teller said, turning my shoulders to face her.

I breathed in the vanilla scent that wreathed her. Lotion. She must have covered her body in it before falling asleep. I had seen her do that many times. She smelled so good. My dick throbbed in my tight panties as I trembled before her.

"I am a freak," I said. "Y-you ran away last night."

"Not because you're a freak." She moved her right hand from my shoulder to cup my chin. She lifted my gaze, her thumb wiping at a tear. "No, no. I fled because I'm married. I cheated on my husband. And… It scared me how much I wanted you. How much your cock pleased me." She swallowed. "I know you have a crush on me. I've felt you watching me for years from your bedroom."

"You have?"

She nodded her head. "I thought you might grow out of it, but…" She trembled. "After last night…" Her left hand moved down to my hands covering my cock. "Don't hide it. You're not a freak. I mean, you're special. I don't understand how you have it. How it grows."

"Fairy magic," I whispered.

"Sure, fairy magic," she said, pulling my hands away. She looked down at it stretching my panties. "But it's a beautiful cock. It's so thick. I've never had bigger. It was magical last night. Wasn't it?"

I nodded my head.

"Your first time?"

"Well, the fairy and me in my dream… But, with my new cock… and awake."

"And I ruined it by freaking out." She bit her lip. "Cassandra, honey, I'm so sorry."

My eyes widened as her left hand rubbed at my cock through my panties. "Mrs. Teller?"

"I thought about this all last night. All this morning. Today. I was disappointed and relieved when you said it was gone."

"Relieved? You hated it?"

"Relieved that I wouldn't cheat on my husband again. But disappointed because I wanted to." Something flickered across her beautiful face, her blue eyes burning. Her hand squeezed on my throbbing cock. "I want this."

And then she fell to her knees before me, her fingers yanking down my panties. I gasped as my cock spilled out, bouncing before her. I stumbled back into the wall, trembling against it as her hand stroked my cock.

And her tongue licked my pussy.

"Mrs. Teller," I moaned, the girls laughing and joking downstairs as Lana's mother licked through my pussy's folds.

"Oh, you taste delicious, honey," she moaned, staring up at me, my round tits jiggling as I shuddered. "Just delicious."

She stroked my girl-dick as she licked through my pussy's folds. I bit my lip, trying to stay silent as her tongue swirled and nuzzled and licked. It was so naughty. Such wicked pleasure shot through me. I squirmed at the top of the stairs. Her tongue dived into my depths, swirling around. Every caress sent a hot shudder racing up to the tip of my cock. It throbbed as she stroked it, precum leaking out, lubing her hand so it could glide faster and faster.

She moaned as she licked me, savoring my tart pussy. My eyes fluttered in delight as she licked and nuzzled. It was amazing. I sucked in deep breaths, loving the dual delight of my pussy and cock both being stimulated.

"Mrs. Teller," I groaned. "Oh, that's wonderful."

"So wonderful," she groaned, her voice so throaty. "Oh, you're just amazing, Cassandra, honey. Your pussy… Your cock… You're not a freak. You're special."

Tears burned hot in my eyes as I moaned, "Thank you."

I squirmed and humped against her, the pressure building in the depths of my pussy as she licked and nuzzled. My dick ached and throbbed in her stroking hand. I moaned again, the girls still laughing and giggling, oblivious to what was going on up here.

Lana would freak out if she found her mother licking my pussy. And that made it hotter. My friend was such a homophobe, and I was having basically lesbian sex with her mother. Sure there was a cock involved. But it was a clit-dick. A girl-cock.

That still made it gay.

And then Mrs. Teller licked from my pussy folds up my shaft. Her tongue trailed past her fingers holding my dick, her other hand rubbing at my pussy. She shoved two digits into my cunt as her tongue reached the spongy crown of my dick.

"Mrs. Teller," I groaned, her mouth engulfing my dick while her fingers pumped in and out of my pussy. "Yes!"

My pussy clenched on her fingers when she sucked. My eyes opened. Her mouth was amazing. She swirled her tongue about my cock, bobbing her head, sliding my dick in and out of her hungry mouth. I groaned, her fingers pumping faster and faster. Her blue eyes looked up at me, glossy with her lust. She moaned, her excitement humming around my cock.

I shivered, shuddered, the pressure building and building. This was so hot. I moaned her name through clenched teeth as my body bucked. My pussy clenched so hard on her plunging fingers. I trembled, my breasts heaving as the pressure swelled and swelled. The friction of her pumping digits and the wet heaven of her sucking mouth combined inside me.

And exploded through me.

"Mrs. Teller!" I moaned, my cum pumping into her hungry mouth. Hot blasts of jizz fired over and over into her depths. I shuddered, the wall creaking behind me as my naked back rubbed on it.

Every blast of cum sent waves through me. I groaned with each one. The MILF swallowed them all, frigging my spasming pussy. Juices gushed out of my cunt, splashing across her hand, perfuming the air with my tart passion as I shuddered. My head banged into the wall as I thrashed. The pleasure peaked.

I fired my last blast of cum into her.

Mrs. Teller popped her mouth off of my cock. She kept it open, cum swimming around her pink tongue, stirring it. My dick ached and throbbed. It was so hot. Then she shrugged out of her robe, revealing her tanned body, the skimpy tan lines of pale flesh enhancing her beauty. She stood, large tits bouncing, and leaned against the opposite wall from me, legs spread, her pussy covered in blonde curls soaked with her excitement.

"Yes," I moaned, rushing at her, my hard cock bobbing.

She seized it with her hands, guiding it between her legs as our bodies pressed together. She was taller than me by a few inches. Her lips met mine, her breasts pressing into my tits. I kissed her, tasting the salt of my spunk as her hands brought my girl-cock to her married pussy.

I groaned, our tongues passing my cum back and forth as my cock sank into her pussy again. I shuddered as I slid all the way into her. Our bodies were pressed tight. Her arms wrapped about me, grabbing my ass as her pussy clenched and relaxed on my dick.

She was so hot. So silky. So tight.

I broke the kiss, moaning, "Mrs. Teller, I love you!"

"Yes!" she moaned. "Fuck me with your girl-dick, honey. Make me cum like you did last night. I've never cum so hard before in my life. I love your cock. I love you, honey."

Her fingers dug into my ass, prodding me on.

I responded.

I fucked her hard. My hips drew back and slammed forward, thrusting my cock into her hot depths. Her flesh clung to me as I pounded her. She groaned and gasped, shivering atop me. The wall creaked as I pounded her. Our flesh slapped together, our breasts rubbing, nipples kissing. Her skin was so hot, so silky.

Her face constricted with pleasure while her pussy clenched on my dick. The friction burned so hot along my shaft. My cunt dripped juices down my thighs as the pressure built and built within me. The more and more I slid my dick through her silky, tight depths the harder I had to fuck her. I was driven to make us both explode.

"Yes, yes, fuck me, honey," she hissed, her voice deep and throaty. "That's it. Ram that girl-dick in me."

"My futa-cock," I moaned. "I'm a futa!"

"Yes, yes, you sweet, young futa! Fuck me! Pound my married cunt! I need it. I need to cum!"

"I will. I'll make you cum harder than your husband! You'll love my cock. I'll fuck you all the time!"

Her fingers dug so hard into my ass as I rammed into her. "Yes, Cassandra, honey! Yes!"

Our slapping flesh echoed down the hallway. We both moaned and groaned, lost to the passion, the slide of our hot flesh against each other building our pleasure. I groaned, my pussy clenching every time I thrust into the heaven of her hot flesh.

The futa-fairy wasn't fucking with me. It wasn't a mean prank. She gave me Mrs. Teller's affection. She gave me the cock to tame her MILF pussy. I savored sliding through it. I would lick my cum out of her pussy. I would devour her. I would fuck her all night.

My nipples ached and throbbed as they rubbed against her fat nubs. I kissed her hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, tasting my salty cum lingering on my lips. It was so hot. So wild. The pressure built and built.

Mrs. Teller bucked against me.

Her pussy spasmed about my dick.

Heaven massaged my futa-cock.

I pumped through her spasming folds. The heat wrapped about my dick. Juices poured out of her pussy. She moaned so loudly into our kiss, her fingers biting into my ass. It hurt. She must be drawing blood. I didn't care. It only enhanced my pleasure.

I fucked her, loving her massaging flesh. Every thrust brought me closer and closer to my explosion. My pussy clenched as the pressure swelled. My dick ached in her silky depths. I kissed her so hard, burying into her cunt.

And erupting.

It was the best cum yet. Pleasure detonated over and over in my body. Each explosion fired a blast of cum into her married pussy and sent bliss shooting to my mind. Gentler waves of rapture radiated out of my spasming pussy.

I broke the kiss, moaning, "Mrs. Teller, yes!"

"Cum in me!" she moaned. "Oh, Cassandra, honey, yes, cum in my cunt! I need it! I love it! Your cock is amazing! It's the best! Yes!"

The pleasure boiled through my mind. Stars danced through my vision as we heaved together. Her pussy milked my cock. Every last drop of my cum spurted into her hot, married depths. I held my MILF lover, savoring my futa-cock.

So glad the futa-fairy wrote to me. I would cherish every—

"Mom?"

The horrified sound of Lana's voice snapped me out of my orgasmic high. I looked down my stairs to see my friends staring up at me in astonishment. Lana trembled in the center, seeing her naked mother holding me tight, our bodies heaving together.

"What the fuck!" Lana shrieked. "You're fucking my mother!"

To be continued…

The Futa Fairy-Futa's Hot MILF Wish Chapter Three: Cassandra's Futa Party

The Futa Fairy

Futa's Hot MILF Wish

Chapter Three: Cassandra's Futa Party

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Female, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodite/Female/Teen female, Teen female/Teen female, Teen female/Teen females, Incest, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Creampie, Titty Fuck, Orgy, Virgin

Lana's accusation echoed up the stairs to the second floor where I was. Her mother's pussy clenched on my futa-dick. I groaned, trembling, staring down at my best friend as she stared up at me, the other sixteen-year-old girls attending her slumber party arranged around her at the stair's vase. They were all only wearing bras and panties, their eyes wide at seeing my naked body pressed against busty Mrs. Teller's equally naked flesh.

"I…" I sputtered.

"Honey," Mrs. Teller said, squirming, her pussy swimming with a fresh load of my girl-cum. I had just fucked her hard. We had lost such control, surrendering to our lust for each other. The married MILF desired my big, huge girl cock that sprouted from my clit apparently only at night. The moment the sun set, it grew while I was in the middle the of playing Truth or Dare with my friends.

"You're cheating on Dad with my best friend!" Lana gasped. "With a girl!"

"Well…" Mrs. Teller said, squirming, her pussy stirring on my dick. My nipples, topping my round breasts, throbbed, her fatter nubs bushing them. "It's not that…simple. I have…needs."

"Because you're a dyke!"

"Now, honey," Mrs. Teller gasped. "That's not accurate. There's…"

"Lana," I said, pulling away from her mother, my huge girl-cock popping out of the MILF's pussy. My eyes widened as it swayed before me, dripping in her mother's juices, and revealed to all my friends.

Their jaws dropped.

"Oh, wow," Marissa said, her brown eyes widening. "That's…"

"You have a cock," sputtered Rosa. Then the Hispanic girl's jaw dropped.

"That's… What… Not…" stammered blonde Becky, the cheerleader's big boobs shaking in her lacy bra. Her tits were almost as large as Mrs. Teller's.

"And there's cum leaking out of your mother's pussy," Theresa said, glancing at Lana.

My friend, a younger version of her mother, just shook her head in shock, her blonde hair swaying about her shoulders. She didn't have Mrs. Teller's mature beauty, but she had its promise. Her breasts could ripen larger, and she had curving hips.

My dick throbbed beneath my friend's scrutiny.

"How?" Kelly asked. She pursed her plump lips then licked them.

"Futanari," breathed Mei, our Chinese friend. She was short, petite, her slanted eyes wide. "That's a Japanese fetish. Girls who grow dicks. She had to grow it. Futanari."

"How?" Kelly repeated.

"Well," Marrissa said, taking a deep breath. "It's your turn, Kelly."

"Her turn?" Lana asked, shaking her head, trying to wrench her gaze from my dick.

"For Truth or Dare," Marissa said. "It's Kelly's turn. She told us all about masturbating to Brian this afternoon."

Kelly's cheeks pinked.

"So she gets to choose." Marissa nudged Kelly. "Well?"

"We're not still playing," Lana spluttered. "Cassandra just fucked my mom with her…her…"

"Big futa-cock," Mei said, heat in her voice.

My pussy clenched. A tremble shot through me, reaching the end of my throbbing dick. I shifted my hips, my shaft swaying before me. I took a deep breath, my heart racing, and nodded my head, descending the stairs. "Yeah, we're still playing."

"But…but…" Lana said.

Becky just shook her head in disbelief. "This is impossible. Did you spike the drink, Rosa?"

"No," she answered, equally breathy.

"Coming, Mrs. Teller?" Marissa asked.

"Me?" my MILF lover squeaked.

"Well, I think you're playing now," Mei giggled. "I think we all have questions for you, too."

"My mom," gasped Lana as I reached the base of the stairs. All the girls, even my best friend, were staring at my cock.

"Yeah, your Mom," Rosa said. "She's cool. I mean, she fucked Cassandra."

"Yeah, that cock's huge. Bigger than Derrick's," Kelly said. "I don't even think I could wrap my lips around it."

"You sucked Derrick's cock?" Theresa asked.

"It's not your turn," Kelly said. "It's my turn. Well, Mrs. Teller?"

I looked up at my lover and smiled at her, holding out my hand. Mrs. Teller took a deep breath, then she descended the stairs. They creaked as her boobs bounced. Cum ran down her thighs. My girl-cum. It made my dick throb even harder. She took my hand when she reached the bottom. I pulled her close to me and gave her a kiss on the mouth.

The other girls "ooohhhhed" at us and giggled. Well, maybe not Lana. She was still wild eyed, staring at me kissing her mother, my girl-dick pressed into her mother's stomach. Mrs. Teller kissed me back just as hard, her tongue meeting mine.

I made my wish, and she was mine. She loved me, just like I loved her.

I broke the kiss and we walked arm in arm after the other girls. Lana stumbled, but the other girls giggled as we reached the living room. Mrs. Teller and I cuddled on the loveseat while the other girls sat on the floor in a circle facing us. Lana hugged herself, her eyes kept glancing at her naked mother and me.

"Okay," I grinned, my dick aching beneath the attention of my friends. They were all so sexy.

"Truth or Dare, Cassandra," Kelly said.

I always chose dare. I never wanted my friends, especially Lana, to know that I was gay and had the hots for Mrs. Teller. But now… "Truth."

"There's a first," Rosa laughed.

"How did you become a…?" Kelly glanced at Mei.

"Futanari."

Kelly nodded. "How did you become a futanari?"

"Well, there was this futa-fairy, and she wrote me a letter—"

"That weird thing that arrived yesterday," Lana interrupted. "The one talking about your desire for an older lover. It was talking about my mom? You had the hots for my mom?"

"No shit," Theresa said, rolling her eyes. "Didn't you see the end of their fucking?"

I blushed and Mrs. Teller shifted.

"Well, yes, I've had a crush on your mom for a few years." I took a deep breath. "I'm gay."

"We know," Marissa said. "Most of us figured it out already."

"I didn't," muttered Lana.

I explained about the letter and the dream, how Leanan Sidhe appeared before me and fucked me. She had transformed me. They all leaned forward as I described the futa's big dick sliding in and out of my pussy, how hard I came on it, then waking up with my own cock and cumming on Mrs. Teller's face. I told them how the MILF lost all control, fucking me, cumming so hard.

"She said it had been so long since she came on a dick," I told them.

"Mom?" Lana's voice trembled. "Are you and Dad…?"

"We're having…issues," she admitted. "For some time."

"Oh," Lana said, squirming.

I told them how my cock vanished at sunrise, then how it reappeared in the middle of Truth or Dare when the sun set. That was why I fled, racing upstairs and right into the arms of Mrs. Teller. She surrendered to me again.

"And you saw the results," I finished.

"You two were screaming so loud," giggled Theresa, her gorgeous legs stretched out before her. She had the best legs of all my friends. "It was hot."

"Super hot," agreed Kelly, nodding her head.

Becky grinned.

"Well, it's your turn, Cassandra," Mei said, her eyes sparkling.

I glanced at the Chinese girl. "Mei, Truth or Dare."

"Dare!" she said, leaning forward, pale-olive cheeks dark with excitement, her nipples tenting her lilac bra.

"I dare you to…" I swallowed, then quickly said, "Kiss the tip of my dick."

"Oooh," the other girls cheered while my dick twitched.

Mei licked her lips. Then she crawled to me. I trembled, glancing at Mrs. Teller. Her blue eyes were wild with excitement. She gave me a supportive, understanding nod while her pillowy breast rubbed against mine as she snuggled closer.

"Enjoy," she whispered into my ear.

Older lovers were awesome. I loved my MILF so much.

And then Mei reached me, her silky, black hair brushing my naked thighs as she leaned her head down. Her lips nuzzled against the crown of my dick. I expected a quick peck, but her lips lingered, moving, her tongue brushing the slit like she was French kissing my girl-cock.

I shuddered, pleasure rippling down my shaft. She moaned as she kissed it. her lips widened, taking more and more of it until she was sucking on the spongy crown, her tongue swirling around my dick.

"Oh, wow," groaned Becky.

"She didn't dare you to blow her cock," Lana said, acting hostile. "Just kiss it. Come on. We're still playing."

"Jealous?" asked Mei, lifting her lips. She licked them. "Your mother's pussy tastes delicious."

Lana shivered.

"Have you eaten pussy before?" Kelly gasped, staring at Mei.

"Not your turn." The Chinese girl grinned at me. "It's mine. Cassandra, Truth or Dare."

"Dare," I said without hesitation.

"I dare you to scoop your cum out of your lover's pussy and eat it," Mei grinned, leaning back.

"Oh, wow, this is getting hot," Becky said then reached behind her and unhooked her bra, her large tits bouncing out. They were gorgeous. She was the most popular girl on our high school's cheer squad because of those tits.

"Yeah," Marrissa agreed, then she freed her round breasts.

The other girls, except Lana, followed as I ran my finger through Mrs. Teller's pussy. She shuddered as I scooped up a glob of my cum soaked in her pussy juices. I stared out at my friends, savoring their naked breasts, each different shapes and sizes but all so yummy. My pussy clenched and dick throbbed as I brought the cum to my lips, sucking it off my finger.

It was delicious. Salty cum mixed with tangy pussy juices. I shivered, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked off every drop. I popped my fingers out, a hot shudder running through my body. My friends all leaned forward, eager for me to choose the next person.

But which one.

I glanced at Lana, her arms crossed so tight, her thighs pressed together. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples tented her bra. I bet she had a hot pussy, too. But this was all so weird to her. Her mother was cuddled naked beside me.

"Becky, Truth or Dare."

"Dare, of course," Becky said, her blue eyes twinkling.

I stared at those big boobs. "I dare you to give me a titty fuck."

"A what?" Lana asked.

"Something that's a lot of fun for the guy, honey," Mrs. Teller said. "Or the futanari."

Becky cupped her tits. She appeared familiar with the concept. She crawled over on her knees, her fingers sinking into her pillowy tits. I shuddered, Mrs. Teller leaning over, nibbling on my ear, sending wicked shudders through me as everyone watched us.

Becky reached me. I spread my thighs wide, giving her access. She grinned at my hard cock rising out of my shaved pussy lips, a fiery landing strip leading right to my dick. My pussy clenched as she wrapped her pillowy tits around my shaft, still dripping in the MILF's pussy juices.

I groaned as Becky slid her tits up and down my dick, masturbating my cock with those pillowy mounds. They were so soft yet firm. She squeezed them tight, her nipples rubbing into my stomach as she worked them faster and faster, stimulating the tip.

"Oh, that's good," I groaned, the pleasure racing down to my pussy.

"So you like big boobs?" giggled Kelly, glancing at Mrs. Teller's large tits.

"Maybe," I groaned, the MILF's tongue still caressing my ear.

"How is it?" the MILF whispered. "How are her big tits?"

"Amazing," I moaned, my pussy clenching, the pleasure rippling through my body.

"I bet you can't wait for my tits to slide up and down your big, thick futa-cock."

My eyes widened, my dick throbbing between Becky's tits. "Really?"

"Really, honey," she purred before kissing me hard on the mouth, her tongue thrusting past my lips.

I groaned, loving it. I trembled, kissing her back so hard, our tongues fencing as I squirmed. She was so sexy. Her mouth so hot on mine. I trembled, the pleasure racing through me. This was so hot. And they all watched me.

Including Mrs. Teller's daughter.

Heavy breathing grew louder as the watching girls squirmed. Their hands rubbed on their naked thighs, growing nearer and nearer to their pussies as they grew hotter and hotter. Kelly was the first to slip her hand into her panties, frigging her pussy.

But the others followed. Even Lana.

I broke the kiss, moaning, "Oh, that's sooooo good, Becky. Your tits are amazing."

"Thanks," she grinned, staring up at me.

I looked at Lana. "I can't wait for Mrs. Teller to give me a titty fuck. We're going to do everything together."

"Everything," the MILF moaned while Lana shuddered, her panties bulging as she furiously fingered her pussy, soft moans escaping her lips.

"I love you, Mrs. Teller."

"Alessa," she purred. "I think you can call me by my first name."

"But isn't it naughtier when I call you Mrs. Teller?" I grinned.

She laughed, so rich and warm. "Oh, Cassandra, you are a treasure. I think I do love you."

Then she kissed me hard.

My cock ached and throbbed between Becky's wonderful tits. They slid up and down faster and faster. My body squirmed, the heat burning in my pussy. Juices leaked out, forming a wet spot on the loveseat as I kissed my MILF so hard, my right hand reaching across my body to fondle her breast.

I had her. It was wonderful.

I moaned as my cock erupted. Cum fired from my dick. The pleasure rushed through my body as jizz splattered Becky in the face. She gasped in shock, then opened her lips, letting my cum fire into her mouth. I shuddered, more and more spunk shooting from my dick.

"That's so much," Marissa gasped.

"Wow, you're hosing Becky," Mei moaned.

Kelly moaned, licking her lush lips.

I broke the kiss with Mrs. Teller. "I am. Oh, Becky, that was such a hot dare. Oh, it was perfect."

"Uh-huh," she moaned as I squirmed, my body buzzing with pleasure, cum dripping from her face. The final blast squirted from my cock, splattering across her forehead and running down then matting into her eyebrows. "Oh, wow, that was hot. And you're still hard."

"Futanari," Mei said, nodding as she shuddered, frigging herself.

"Oh, it was so sexy," Kelly moaned, spasming, cumming, too, on her fingers. "Sooooo fucking hot!"

"Well?" Rosa asked, her panties pulled to the side so she could frig her shaved pussy, her pink lips wrapped tight about a pair of fingers. "Who are you choosing, Cassandra?"

"You," I grinned. "Rosa, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!" she moaned, shivering.

"I dare you to lick my cum off Becky's face."

"Yes, yes, yes," Rosa moaned, bucking, cumming on her fingers, her round, golden-brown tits heaving.

"Let me help you out," Becky purred, crawling across the living room to the spasming Hispanic girl. "You look busy."

"Super busy!"

Rosa's eyes fluttered as Becky reached her. The cumming Hispanic girl leaned over, her tongue licking up my cum dribbling down the White girl's cheeks. Rosa moaned, scooping up more and more of my jizz, questing across Becky's face.

"That is so hot," moaned Mrs. Teller, nibbling on my ear again. "That's your girl-cum on her face."

"Yeah," I grinned.

Then Becky and Rosa were kissing, tongues swapping my cum back and forth. Marissa and Mei both shuddered, cumming as they watched, their bodies heaving, Mei's small, firm tits hardly jiggling as she writhed.

"They're snowballing your cum, Cassandra," Lana moaned, frigging her pussy. "Oh, wow. Oh, my god, that's…"

"Hot?" I asked.

"Yes!" my blonde friend moaned, shuddering, cumming on her fingers. Her body thrashed.

I licked my lips as Rosa and Becky broke their kiss. Rosa panted, breathing heavily as she looked around the room, her eyes glossy with lust. She looked around, spotting Marissa giving her a hungry look, and gasped, "Marissa, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!" Marissa said.

"I dare you to impale your pussy on Cassandra's cock for a whole minute. No fucking, just experiencing it."

"Yes!" Marissa hopped to her feet as Rosa and Becky kissed again, their naked tits pressing together.

Marrissa rushed to me, not caring that two of our friends were sinking to the floor, tongues kissing so hard, their bodies writhing together. Marissa only had eyes for my cock. She stepped before me, wiggling out of her panties, revealing the soft-brown hair of her trimmed bush matted with her excitement. She grinned at me, turned around, and sat down on my lap.

Her pussy sliding right down my cock.

"Yes," we both moaned together, her pussy clenching on my dick.

"Oh, Mrs. Teller," moaned Marrissa. "Oh, this is so much better than my dildo. Oh, no wonder you screamed your head off."

"Enjoy her, honey," the MILF said.

Marissa squirmed. "Is anyone timing us?"

"I am," Mei said, holding her phone. "No moving. Stay impaled."

"I want to move sooooo badly," groaned Marissa. "This cock is amazing. Oh, my god, you're hung, Cassandra."

"Uh-huh," I moaned, my right arm wrapping about her. I slid up, finding her round breast, squeezing her tit.

Her pussy squeezed my cock.

It was such torture as she squirmed. I wanted to feel her pussy sliding up and down my dick, riding me. I shuddered, her pussy clenching and relaxing about my dick. She was so hot and tight. And felt different from Mrs. Teller. She was tighter in different places.

My head leaned back, Mrs. Teller teasing me, her hand playing with my nipple while she licked my ear. I turned my head, kissing her, my pussy clenching. The pressure built in my depths. Just being buried in my friend's cunt swelled my orgasm.

"Oh, god, how much longer before I can fuck this cock?" Marissa asked.

"Thirty seconds," Mei said.

Becky and Rosa squealed. Out of the corner of my eye, I could just see them past Marrissa. They had their hands in each other's panties, frigging each other as their tongues dueled. Lana still masturbated, licking her lips, watching us with her blue eyes. Kelly sucked her pussy juices off her fingers, her other hand already rubbing at her wet silt, eager for a second cum.

Marrissa's pussy clenched down hard on my cock as she squirmed. The last thirty seconds felt like an eternity in blissful torture. My dick ached so badly for stimulation. Her squirming teased my girl-cock just enough to have me moaning.

"Come on," Marissa groaned.

"Five," Mei said, holding up her right hand and lowering her fingers, "four, three, two, one. Time!"

"Yes!" I moaned as Marissa squealed and bounced on my dick.

She had her feet planted on the floor, pushing up and rising her cunt on my cock. I groaned, savoring my friend's teenage pussy sliding up and down my girl-cock. I grabbed her waist, helping her ride my cock while I shuddered, the pleasure shivering through my body.

She felt so good as she slid on my cock. I moaned again, my head leaning back. Mrs. Teller nuzzled at my neck now, her left hand playing with my breasts, squeezing them, pinching my nipples, shooting sensations down to my futa-dick throbbing in Marissa's pussy.

"You have to pick someone now, Marissa," Theresa said, snuggling up to Mei from behind. Her hands cupped the Chinese girl's small tits, squeezing those firm mounds and pinching dark-brown nipples.

"Yes," moaned Mei, shuddering in Theresa's arms.

"Pick someone," Lana moaned, bucking and groaning.

"Okay," Marissa moaned, her voice strained. "Um, Mrs. Teller, Truth or Dare?"

Mrs. Teller pulled her lips from my neck, her thighs rubbing together. "Truth."

"Um…let's see…" Marissa shivered, still pumping her pussy up and down my cock, her butt-jiggling as it slammed down into my lap. "Um, tell everyone what it was like fucking Cassandra the first time."

"Someone has girl-dick on her mind," giggled Theresa.

"Or in her pussy," laughed Rosa as she writhed with Becky, the blonde now sucking on the Hispanic girl's nipple.

"Yes," Lana hissed, body shuddering in orgasmic delight. "Tell us, Mom!"

"Tell us," Kelly moaned, her legs spread wide, alternating which hand fingered her pussy so she could lick her juices off the other.

"Oh, it was amazing," Mrs. Teller moaned. "Last night, I found her groaning on the couch, dreaming. I woke her up and her cock somehow popped out the legband of her shorts and erupted. It splattered me in the face. She drenched me in her cum."

"Mmm, that's wonderful," Becky moaned between sucks on Rosa's nipples.

"Her cum taste amazing," agreed Rosa. "Better than any boys."

"And then I just had to fuck her," Mrs. Teller continued, her fingers pinching my nipple. "I just had to ride that big, thick dick. To feel it spreading me open. I've never seen a cock that big before."

"She's soooooo huge," Marissa panted, her back arching, her pussy clenching on my dick. "I love it. She's amazing!"

"I rode her so hard," Mrs. Teller continued. "I slid up and down that big, thick shaft, my pussy clenching on it, savoring the feel. It built my orgasm so fast. I shuddered, the pleasure growing and growing and growing in me. It was so hard not to scream out. That was how good it was. Just the best!

"And then I came." Mrs. Teller shuddered. "I came so hard. Pleasure exploded through me. I had never had such an amazing orgasm before. So powerful. It drowned me."

"Wow, Mom," moaned Lana.

"Really?" I moaned, my pussy clenching, my dick aching in Marissa's silky cunt.

"Really." She smiled at me and then kissed me hard.

I moaned into the kiss, savoring my MILF lover's tongue thrusting into my mouth, her fingers tugging on my nipple. I shuddered on the loveseat, my orgasm building and swelling in me. Marrissa bounced faster and faster, moaning out her pleasure, experiencing the same bliss that Mrs. Teller had just described.

Intoxicating bliss rushed through me as we kissed. My heart pounded. I was so glad that I could play Truth or Dare with my lover, that we could share this fun with my friends. It was so hot. She was so wonderful.

"You have to pick someone," panted Marissa.

"Yes, pick someone," Mei said, her voice throaty.

I broke the kiss, spotting Theresa's hand fingering Mei as she hugged the Chinese girl from behind. I grinned, moaning, "Yes, Mrs. Teller. Who'll it be?"

"Cassandra," Mrs. Teller beamed at me, "Truth or Dare?"

I groaned, debating what I should pick. It was hard with the roaring pleasure rushing out of my cock. Marissa's pussy felt so amazing sliding up and down it. She grew hotter, wetter, bouncing faster and faster. My fingers clenched into her hips as I helped her slide up and down my dick.

"Truth," I moaned. I couldn't take a dare. Not with my cock buried in Marissa's twat.

Mrs. Teller grinned at me. "Now why don't you tell us what Marissa's pussy feels like sliding up and down your girl-dick?"

"Oh, yes," Marissa gasped. "Does it feel half as good for you as it does for me?"

"More," I moaned, my pussy clenching, juices leaking out, the wet spot on the loveseat growing. "You have no idea how amazing this is."

"Tell us," Lana said. I blinked in shock as my blonde friend licked her fingers clean of her pussy juices while her other hand reached behind her, fumbling at her bra's clasp.

"Her pussy feels like this amazing silky glove stroking my dick. She's wet and hot. She's sliding up and down it. She clenches down which just makes me feel awesome."

"Like this?" Marissa asked.

A shudder ran through me as she slammed down my dick, her pussy clenching even tighter than before. The friction was intense. "Yes!"

Kelly whimpered, cumming again on her fingers.

"What else?" Mei asked, her voice throaty, her legs spread wide, showing off Theresa's fingers plunging over and over into her pussy.

"Yes," Lana gasped, leaning forward, her eyes so wide.

"There's this ache," I panted. "It starts building deep in my pussy, like a normal orgasm, and then it spreads. It moves up my dick until it reaches the tip. And then it builds. It wants to explode out of me. And every moment she's sliding up and down my dick only brings me closer and closer to erupting. To flooding her sweet cunt with my futa-cream."

"Yes!" Marissa hissed.

"Sounds so hot," moaned Rosa, her hands squeezing her tits, Becky between her thighs devouring her pussy. Had they ever done that before? Or were they embarking onto their first lesbian experience?

Either way, it had my blood boiling. It was so hot watching my friends enjoy each other.

"So it's building right now?" Mrs. Teller moaned, nuzzling at my ear. "It's building in your cock?"

"And my pussy," I panted. "Like I'm about to cum twice. Once with my cock, and once with my cunt. Both pleasures will race through my body at the same time."

"What's cumming with a cock like?" Marissa asked, slamming her pussy down my shaft.

The friction shot down my shaft to my depths. My eyes widened as I came. I bucked hard, thrusting up into her pussy as the cum boiled out of me. My pussy writhed, waves of bliss washing from my cunt while powerful blasts of rapture fired from my dick.

"It's so intense!" I howled. "Every time my cock fires, it shoots right to my brain. And then my pussy's spasming. And it's flooding me with more pleasure. Oh, god. This is so amazing!"

"She's flooding my pussy," groaned Marissa. "She's shooting so much into me."

"Yes," Mei hissed.

"Flood her, Cassandra," Lana moaned, taking off her bra and bearing her round breasts, tanned save for two pale triangles around her nipples.

"Yes, yes, flood her," moaned Mrs. Teller. "You're so sexy, Cassandra."

"It's the best!" I screamed as the dual pleasures met in my mind. "Just the absolute most amazing thing. It's so hot. So wonderful. I can't even describe it."

Marissa shuddered. She moaned, her pussy milking my spurting cock. She cried out in wordless pleasure as she came for the first time on a girl-dick. Stars danced before my eyes as I savored this wonderful moment as I held her hips.

"So good," Marissa howled. "She's flooding me. The best!"

"Oh, I want that," Theresa moaned, frigging Mei's pussy so hard.

"Me, too," Rosa moaned, her voice throaty with pleasure, her body shuddering, cumming on Becky's licking tongue.

"Yeah," Lana moaned. It was almost a whisper.

I shuddered as the final squirt of my cum flooded Marissa's pussy. I let out a mewling moan as she trembled on me, her pussy still writhing, sending bliss shooting through my body. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head.

"Marissa," I panted, "Truth or Dare."

"Dare!" she moaned.

"I dare you to sit on Rosa's face and let her lick your pussy clean."

"Done!" groaned Marissa.

I shuddered as she slid off my cock and rushed towards Rosa twitching on the ground. The Hispanic girl licked her lips, staring up at Marissa's pussy leaking my precum, her pubic hair mated with white jizz. Marissa sat on her face, grinding her hot pussy on Rosa's lips. The Hispanic girl's tongue licked through Marissa's folds, devouring my cum while Becky kept eating Rosa's snatch.

"Mei, Truth or Dare?" moaned Marissa.

"Dare," Mei moaned.

"I dare you to sixty-nine with Theresa."

"Oh, yes," Theresa moaned while Mei licked her lips.

I shuddered, watching the two girls slip around and fall on each other, Mei on top, her petite body writhing as she smeared her pussy on Theresa's hungry lips. Right before her head vanished between Theresa's thighs, Mei shouted, "Cassandra, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," I grinned.

"Truth," Mei said, shivering. "Um, shoot, I can't think of anything. What's your favorite color?"

"Lame," Kelly moaned between sucks of her sticky fingers.

"Pink," I grinned, then added, "because I love pussy."

Lana giggled, staring at me, her eyes wide.

"Lana, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," my friend said, her body naked, trembling, her eyes fixed on my cock.

But I wanted to see something truly perverse. I glanced at Mrs. Teller, her eyes staring with hunger at her naked daughter. Such lesbian perversion had been unleashed by my futa-cock today. And I wanted to indulge.

"Lana, I dare you to lick your mother's pussy while I fuck you from behind!"

My heart raced as the words left my mouth. I trembled, hoping I hadn't gone too far. So eager to watch naughty, forbidden incest break out. To watch Lana lick the very pussy that birthed her, my lover's pussy, while I fucked her from behind.

Mrs. Teller shuddered and spread her legs beside me, showing off her pussy, her blonde curls matted with my cum. "Well, honey, are you playing?"

"Mom?" breathed Lana, her eyes wide. "Really?"

"Really."

"Do it," Marissa moaned, grinding so hard on Rosa's face. "Lick your mom's cunt clean of Cassandra's yummy cum. Rosa loves it."

"I do," Rosa moaned.

"I had no idea pussy tasted so good," panted Becky. Then she squealed as Kelly dived between her legs.

Mei and Theresa only moaned in agreement, their words muffled as they sixty-nined with obvious passion.

Lana took a deep breath and then crawled across the living room, her tits swaying. "I can't believe I'm doing this. This is so surreal."

"But hot?" I asked my best friend.

"Hot," she agreed as she reached her mother's thighs.

I stood up, my dick throbbing hard as I watched Lana's blonde curls drape across her mother's thighs as she leaned in. Mrs. Teller's big breasts jiggled as she took in a deep breath, watching her daughter's lips come closer and closer to her cum-filled pussy.

I caught my lover's eyes. Her blue depths burned with such passion. She grinned at me, licking her lips, and then she shuddered as Lana made that first, incestuous lick through her mother's pussy. The MILF moaned, her body shuddering as her daughter lapped through her pussy, licking my futa-jizz.

"Oh, honey, that's wonderful," Mrs. Teller moaned. "Oh, you have such an amazing tongue. Oh, honey. Oh, you're so good. Lick Mommy's pussy."

Lana only moaned, her face pressed into her mother's pussy while her ass wiggled. She had a tight ass. My hands clenched, eager to grab her butt and fuck her hard. I stroked my pussy-lubed dick, the moans of my friends echoing behind me as I sank to my knees.

I brought my cock to my best friend's pussy while she devoured my lover's cunt. Mrs. Teller stared at me with those hot eyes, moaning, her breasts jiggling. Pleasure rippled through her body as she enjoyed her daughter's incestuous licking.

"Oh, Lana, I'm going to fuck you so hard," I told her, rubbing my cock up and down her virgin pussy. I knew she was a virgin. I shivered, pressing against her wet folds, brushing her hymen, a ring of flesh around the opening of her cunt. "I'm going to break you in."

"Do it," she moaned. "Pop my cherry while I lick my mom's pussy."

"How does she taste?" I asked, licking my lips.

"Amazing! Especially with your girl-jizz in her."

I shivered, my dick throbbing against her virgin folds. And then I thrust.

My eyes widened as her cherry popped. I felt her hymen stretch and then tear, failing to guard her innocence from my futa-dick. My cock slid halfway into her tight depths. I was the first to ever enter her. I shuddered, her pussy clamping down on my shaft. My ass clenched, my hips thrusting, driving my dick deeper into her depths.

She moaned, shuddering, her pussy clenching about my cock. I drew back and thrust in again, burying all the way into her this time. My crotch smacked her ass, tanned golden save for a thin strip along her crack.

"Mommy," she moaned, her pussy clenching down hard on my girl-dick.

"I know," Mrs. Teller purred, her right hand gripping her daughter's blonde hair. "It's wonderful. Enjoy her."

"I will, Mommy."

Mrs. Teller grinned at me. "Fuck my daughter, Cassandra. Make her cum for me."

"I will," I promised, drawing back and thrusting in.

"God, I really love you, honey," Mrs. Teller moaned at me. "That futa-fairy gave us all a gift."

"She did," I panted, pumping my hips, savoring my best friend's pussy as she licked and nuzzled at her mother's cunt.

Moans echoed through the air. Lesbian passion filled the living room with the scent of so many hot pussies, including my own. My juices trickled down my thighs as I fucked my friend. She was so wet and hot and silky. My passions swelled as I reamed her. Her butt-cheeks rippled as I plowed into her.

Her hips wiggled, bucking back into my thrusts. She moaned with each one, her tongue licking through her mother's pussy, devouring all of her mother's forbidden juices. It was so hot watching my MILF lover shudder and shiver, grinding on her daughter's tongue.

"Oh, yes, lick Mommy's pussy while her big-dicked girlfriend fucks you hard." Mrs. Teller shuddered. "Oh, yes, baby, devour my cunt. Jam that tongue in me and lick all of Cassandra's cream from my cunt."

"Yes," I groaned, thrusting harder and harder. "Eat my cum out of your mother's pussy."

Lana moaned, her pussy clenching on my dick. She wrapped her hands about her mother's waist, holding on tight. I couldn't see her licking, but I could hear her. She ate her mother with such noisy passion, moaning and groaning as I fucked her so hard.

"Yes, yes, yes," Marissa moaned behind me. "Oh, Rosa, drink my pussy juices. You naughty slut."

"Oh, god, I need my pussy licked," Kelly moaned.

"Daisy chain," Mei panted from the other side of the room. "All four of you can lick each other's pussies."

"Hot," Rosa moaned.

I threw a look over my shoulder and watched Marissa, Becky, Kelly, and Rosa formed a circle, daisy-chaining their pussies together. Rosa ate Becky who ate Marissa who ate Kelly who ate Rosa who started it all over again. They moaned and humped against each other's faces, drinking hot pussy juices.

"Oh, that is hot," Mrs. Teller panted, trembling, grinding her pussy on her daughter's lips. "Oh, yes, so hot."

"Want to give that a try?" I grinned at her.

"Yes!" she panted. "After I cum on my daughter's lips!"

"Yes, Mommy, cum on my lips," moaned Lana, her pussy growing so hot. "Do it. I'm going to… Cum!"

I groaned as Lana's pussy writhed around my cock. She moaned into her mother's pussy as the pleasure boiled through her. My dick ached and throbbed in her cunt. I shuddered, gripping her hips so hard as I reamed her faster and faster. The pleasure shivered through me, building, swelling, aching to explode out of my cock.

My best friend's pussy massaged her cock while her mother shuddered. Mrs. Teller's large breasts jiggled as she spasmed. Her head thrown back, blonde hair flying, and an orgasmic moan escaped her lips.

"Honey!" she moaned. "Oh, honey, you're making Mommy cum so hard!"

"Yes," I hissed, burying into my friend's pussy, my dick throbbing, my cunt clenching. "Drink your mother's pussy juices."

"She is!" my lover moaned.

I shuddered, my dick throbbing. I drew back my dick, my cock throbbing, on the verge of exploding, and buried into my friend. The friction rushed down my cock. It reached into the depths of my body.

Triggered my eruption.

Blast after blast of my cum fired into my friend's pussy. I flooded her with blast after blast of jizz as she moaned into her mother's cunt. Juices gushed down my thighs. My cunt spasmed as the pleasure raced through my body.

I loved this. I loved being a futa and having the MILF of my dreams as my lover. I loved the lesbian orgy raging around us, my friends descending into such delicious perversion. My body bucked and swayed as my cum flowed into my friend.

While I stared into her mother's eyes, seeing the love shining back.

The futa-fairy had granted my wish. I had my MILF lover and so much more.

The orgy lasted until morning. I had fucked all my friends by the time the sun had risen and my cock had returned to being a cute, little clit. Their cum dribbled out of their pussies and assholes, staining their tits and faces. We all collapsed in a pile, exhausted and satiated.

Things were so different after that. Mrs. Teller left her husband. Her marriage had been running on fumes for years, and now she had someone she could truly pour all her desires into. Well, two someones. Lana was also our lover. It was so hot. We would daisy chain and lick each other's pussies while waiting for my cock to sprout.

And then I would fuck them both. My parents didn't mind that I practically lived next door. After all, Lana was my best friend. I was so happy. We practically turned into night owls so we could enjoy my futa-cock as much as possible.

My friends embraced girl-love, whether or not the girl had a dick. And, of course, Friday nights were slumber party orgies!

I was so grateful to Leanan Sidhe for granting my wish and giving me the love of a sexy MILF and her hot daughter.

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Leanan Sidhe's pussy convulsed about the fingers of her left hand while her right stroked up and down her dick, her cum spraying through the Aviary. The birds sang in celebration overhead as her cum and pussy juices mixed with the heady perfume of the tropical flowers blooming around her. A big smile crossed the fairy's face.

"Oh, my dear, sweet Cassandra," she moaned. "I am truly pleased you have enjoyed your gift."

The futa-fairy's wings buzzed, lifting her from the ground. She turned, flying towards the glass door and exited the Aviary. She felt another desire building, another wish that had to be answered. Her dick throbbed, ready to seal another bargain.

Bit by bit, Summer's influence spread.

The END of Cassandra's Tale