"Tell me to," I dared him...

"Tell me to." I dared him. My breasts hung against his legs and I so wanted him to hold them again. I wanted him inside me, everywhere, but I was getting off on the looks he was giving me, the power in my hand, the very idea and fantasy that was now real between us.

"Suck my dick, Lindsey." He didn't look to the clearing, didn't look at the gorgeous view. He leaned his head back and breathed his request.

"Say it again," I said. "Demand."

"Suck my dick, Lindsey." That was stronger, better. I felt another gush between my thighs and I slurped Richard's penis into my mouth. It was him, I kept thinking. Earlier in our lovemaking I'd found it difficult to visualize that he was the man inside me. Until this morning I hadn't even seen his face while we were naked. After this morning, it was all true, all real, and as I slid his long manhood over the surface of my tongue, it was a dirty aphrodisiac.

On my knees, it was Richard's penis in my mouth. For the first time, I was going down on him - him, the strongest man I knew. Though by the sounds he made, I thought he would fall over at any moment. His legs shook. His hands in my hair never forced me onto him, never pulled. He was holding my head, thrusting softly, letting me fuck him with my mouth at the rhythm I wanted. And, oh, I wanted. With Nick and other men, this was something I was willing to do, never something I really enjoyed. This morning, I just wanted to give Richard pleasure, wanted to feel this strange and solid body part in my mouth. I gulped a fresh squirt of precum as his cockhead glided against the inside of my cheek.

I swirled my tongue along his veins and kissed around the base of his hairy scrotum. I moaned into his penis and Richard's fingers slid down into the ridges of my ears. It was such a deliberate gesture of affection.

I pulled him out of my mouth and rapidly wriggled my fist over his wet shaft. "Like that?"

Richard said something I'd never heard him say before. "Jesus fucking Christ," he growled.

I pumped him some more and held him parallel to the ground as I licked the underside of his head with my flat tongue. "You want to cum in my mouth?"

"Yes, Lindsey. Oh Jesus, honey."

His hands slid down my head to my bare shoulders as I swallowed him again, letting him ram the back of my throat as I breathed steadily out my nostrils, holding his base as I rubbed his cockhead into my cheeks.

Richard growled again, and then he was panting. "This..." he tried to say. "This is..." He was lost to the world, lost to the endless beauty of nature. I had him, had all of him. He existed in my mouth, nowhere else, and I felt him pulsing, swelling. I pulled him out, just once more, to jerk him off and say through cum-smeared lips, "Cum for me, Richard."

I slid his dick between my lips just as he fired his first ejaculate. It was thick, ropy, dull tasting. I swallowed, letting the next missile slide down my throat. His whole body froze up and he held himself inside my cheeks. I grasped his balls and squeezed gently, letting him cum again and again in my mouth, letting him twist my hair and groan and growl. "Mm," I hummed to him. "Mm-mm," I said, the vibration working its way down his bulging manhood...

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"Oh you bad, bad girl..."

My pheromones were billowing through the air like an autumn tornado, swirling around us, fragrant, moist. I could see the sweat beading on the back of Francine’s neck, the hot flush along her curling spine. She was breathing me in, doubly enchanted, first by her own lust, then by my unrequited affection. “Damn you,” I moaned.

“Yes,” she pleaded.

“No,” I told myself, even as I rolled my scarlet cockhead into her slit. Beads of sticky precum dripped from my penis and smeared the luscious, bubblegum lips. “You…you just want to know how it feels,” I groaned. I was mad at her, furious, but that did not stop me.

Her neck snapped back. Stacy wanted me to tell her she was tight, but Francine was petite all over, inside and out. Her vagina might not be up to the task. “Keep going,” she goaded me.

“Baby, you’re too small.”

“No!” she growled. She reached back and seized her scarlet buttocks. Hissing like a snake, she pried her cheeks apart, opening herself to me in the ultimate submission. Her lips spread wide. “It doesn’t count unless you get it all the way inside,” she gasped. “I have to learn to take it.”

“Dirty girl,” I said.

“Yes,” she moaned, as I stretched her open. “Yes, Joanie! J-Juno!”

I hooked my nails over her hip. “Oh…” I gasped.

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Don’t stop until…you’re…all…the way!” It was a long minute of gasping and grunting before my balls brushed her inner thighs. The toes of her boots kicked at my bed. “Ahh!” she cried. “I can’t…”

When I pulled out, her vagina made a wet, sucking noise. The only thing more obscene was the curse that passed her lips. I asked her if she was all right, and she said it louder. It drove me back inside her, to fill her once more, to shatter all preconceptions of what it meant to be fucked. “I understand now,” she panted into the bed.

What she understood, at last, was that my cock made every girl feel like a slut. It was too big to be endured by any normal means, but my futanari biology was a powerful enabler. My pheromones made her gush, the touch of my skin made her open like a flower. Though I strained the parameters of that perfect miracle between her legs, what Mother Nature blessed her with, the Futanari Virus made my own miraculous cock unstoppable. Even if Ben was my size, he could never convince Francine to take him to the hilt. But Francine wanted me, wanted my full girth inside her, and that was only possible with total relaxation. In order to fuck me, she had to trust me completely, and that did more than sate her carnal appetite. It opened her heart.

Francine, more than any other partner, wanted to let me in. She sobbed as I filled her, completed her, pushed her walls apart and tickled the edge of her cervix. She clenched around me, and I had to grab her hips to keep from howling myself. “Oh, you bad, bad girl,” I said.

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"You know how wet I get...?"

“You know how wet I get when I tease you?” his daughter asked. “When I think of you pushing that big…fucking…thing…inside me…pushing me…making me…ahh…making me…” Dale planted his hands on her ass and pushed deeper. Katie’s nipples bounced against him.

“When’s it going to be enough?” she gasped. “When I graduate? Will you pull my gown up, eat my pussy? Fuck me? Fuck me over my bed? When I get married? Are you going to fuck me in my wedding gown? OH GOD. AAHHH.” Her golden head was rocking back and forth in his vision. Her curls stuck to her slick forehead. Her skin shined with the bold perspiration of lust. She smelled strongly, and that musk overpowered him. “Ah… When I’m pregnant? When I’ve got milk in my breasts? When they swell? OH, God, daddy, will you suck me?” She reached for his scalp and pulled his hair, hard. “Don’t stop-” she whispered. It squeezed out of her as little more than a squeak, a whimper. “Don’t stop, y-yes…”

Katie ground against his cock. “Oah God I’m cumming so hard…” she cried. “Don’t stop- Don’t stop, fuck you. I love you, fuck you- Yes. Yes!”

Katie bucked atop him like an epileptic, held in place only by his strong grip on her buttocks and back and his iron penis keeping her from wiggling her wet center so hard that it made her slide across the floor. She screamed.

Dale flipped her over onto her back, onto the bathroom rug. His cockhead balanced on the edge of her vulva, and then he drove himself back in. He didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. The sound of their sopping genitalia mixing with each other was audible, obscene, loud. Katie seemed to lose her faculty for words for several seconds. Her eyes rolled up into her head. She looked like a demon. “Call me whatever you want,” she gasped.

He pumped her little ass and asked, “Do you want to be called a slut?”

She pushed her mouth back into his, their bodies banging against each other, her hands shakily supporting her weight even as her father pushed her down, down. “Am I a slut, daddy? Is that what happens to girls who get hot for their fathers’ cocks?”

“Is my daughter a slut?”

He pulled her hair and she arched her neck back. “Yes…” she grunted.

“Take it, baby. Take the whole thing.”

“Give it to me…” she moaned. “It’s all yours…” He clutched at her bright, flushed buttocks. She screamed again, and Dale was mesmerized by the sight of her breasts as they swung between her arms. “Let it all out, daddy,” she gasped, even as he pumped her harder. Harder.

“Is this what you want, princess?”

The shaking began from the soles of her feet. It traveled up her long legs, jiggling her belly, her breasts, making her whole body quake.

“Oh, God, you’re going to do it. Please do it. Do it to me!” she hissed. “Fuck me, please- please I can’t stand it- Give it to me. Cum in me. Violate me.” His hand reached up to tug at her hair. “Fuck me, daddy.”

“God…Katie…” he groaned. Could he? Could he do this to his daughter? How could he not, after all this time, how could he not do the horny, hellacious thing he’d wanted to do since the moment she…

Katie reached down and squeezed his balls. “Give your little girl all that fucking cum, papa.”

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