Futa-Daughter Enjoys the Reverend's Wife
Madeline Marlow
"You're like Sky?" Helena Matthews said, this look of lust flashing over her face. "The Lord sent you a futa-cock to please married women. To give them the pleasure their husbands do not provide."
One of Spice's favorite lies,
Grace the Futa-Angel whispered in my mind.
You need to correct her.
"That's right," I said. "A futa-angel named Grace did it and... She needs your help."
"Mine?" gasped the reverend's wife.
"Yep," I said. "We need to make love."
A shudder of rapture rippled through her body. "Yes, yes, yes. For the Lord!"
I could see the truth in her eyes, the lust that had consumed her. Sky had infected her with sin. I didn't want to cuckold the reverend, but Sky would be coming back with Georgia from their date in a while. This was the time to do something drastic. Sky was clearly under the futa-demon's thrall. There was no way she could control herself.
I had to intervene.
This will work,
Grace reassured me as Helena whirled around. She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the stairs.
Don't be scared of what we have to do.
"We should do this right away," she moaned. "Your daughter was an amazing lover, Madeline. She showed me so much."
"I'm sure she did," I said, my cock throbbing as I stared at Helena's rump in her jeans. They didn't fit her tight, but she still had a wonderful shape that had me excited. My clit throbbed to become a futa-cock in my sweatpants.
Learning that Sky had been lying to me had hurt. In a perfect world, my futa-daughter, and I would just have each other. We had already crossed into incest thanks to the futa-demon. We could have just loved each other.
But I wasn't enough for her.
My heart throbbed. I pushed it down. I didn't know if Sky would ever be enough for me. Not now that I had enjoyed nubile girls.
And mature MILFs.
I wanted to make love to Helena. I wanted to enjoy her body. My lusts throbbed for her. She had already been ruined, her marriage probably destroyed. It would be a scandal, rock the church. I didn't know how it would end.
It was too late now. No turning back the clock.
So I might as well enjoy myself.
Those are the thoughts that lead to these situations,
Grace said.
I forget how flawed humans are. Even the good ones.
I swallowed. I used to be such a pure woman. I had only had sex with my husband, and rarely. He wanted it all the time, but I thought sex was for procreation. After I conceived with Sky, I cut him off. He quickly found a woman who would satisfy him.
I pretended it wasn't my fault, but it was. Partly. He begged me for it. He broke. Everyone did eventually.
Helena reached her bedroom. She opened the door. The bed she shared with the reverend. Their wedding picture sat on the dresser flanked by family pictures with Georgia. I swallowed at them and then turned to Helena pulling off her top. Her large, naked breasts came into view.
"Let me see it," she moaned, her eyes staring at my crotch with feverish lust. She unfastened her jeans.
Heat erupted in my cunt. I groaned and ripped off my top. I tossed it to the floor, my boobs jiggling. I loved the way they swayed. My hips wiggled from side to side. My heart pounded in my chest, pumping hot blood through my veins.
I shoved down my sweatpants. She groaned at the sight of my blonde bush. She peeled off her panties, her black bush matted with my futa-daughter's cum. I swallowed, a wave of heat rushing through my body.
I let my futa-cock grow.
The bud sprouted out of my blonde hair. She gasped, her naked body quivering. Her boobs shuddered as my futa-cock grew thicker and longer. It thrust out of the folds of my pussy. My ass clenched, my toes curling as she licked her lips.
"It's beautiful," she moaned.
"So are you," I groaned as my futa-cock grew to its full girth.
She sank onto the bed, her big boobs jiggling. I went to her. She grabbed my cock as I cupped her face. I straddled her lap, my futa-cock rubbing into her stomach. I kissed her with hunger. My lips sealed on hers. I thrust my tongue past her lips. She groaned, kissing me back with hunger.
I loved it.
My tongue danced with hers. It played around and swirled. The pleasure shot through me. This was so intoxicating. Her lips felt so wonderful on mine. Her free hand grabbed my ass. She held me tight, kneading my right butt-cheek, her other hand stroking my cock.
I kissed her with hunger. My tongue danced around in her mouth, my boobs piled above hers. I loved the feel of her hand stroking me, my tip rubbing up and down her torso. Precum spilled over her flesh.
I broke the kiss. "Helena..."
"Madeline!"
I pushed her down onto her back, chasing her down and kissing her. This time, our boobs piled together. Our nipples brushed. Sparks zapped between us, the current grounding out in my cunt. my pussy clenched, my futa-dick throbbing.
My tongue danced with hers. They dueled. I groaned, savoring that wonderful delight. Her hands clenched my rump, squeezing tight. My futa-cock throbbed between us as kissed her. I loved the reverend's wife.
I was such a wicked MILF.
I broke the kiss and purred, "You are gorgeous, Helena."
She smiled at me. "So are you, Madeline. I never realized it, but women are so sexy."
I grinned at her.
I kissed at her chin then at the hollow of her throat. My nipples nibbled as I scooted back on my knees, reaching the edge of the bed. My boobs slid off of hers as I kissed lower and lower. My hands cupped her boobs.
I squeezed those big and heavy mounds. My fingers dug into them. I shook them. She groaned, her whimpers echoing through the bedroom. I loved the sound she made. My mouth hungered. My cunt clenched and futa-cock throbbed.
I slipped my legs off the bed as I smooched to her boobs. I followed her breastbone down between her tits. I rubbed those big and lush mounds into the sides of my face. I saw why my daughter liked them big.
"Oh, Madeline," the sexy wife said. "Mmm, this is wonderful. But I want your cock in me."
"Foreplay first," I moaned. "I'm not a man."
She smiled. "No, you're not."
