The Futa Fairy – Futa MILF’s Harem Wish Chapter 3: Mrs. Fatima’s Fertile Harem by mypenname3000

The Futa Fairy – Futa MILF’s Harem Wish
Chapter Three: Mrs. Fatima’s Fertile Harem
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

A nervous energy filled the apartment as the girls rushed through the house to get ready for college. All but poor Alesha were dripping with futa-cum. My futa-cum. Sa’dia, my eldest daughter, twenty and lovely, flounced by, her green eyes flashing. Those emerald orbs set in her dusky face gave her such an exotic beauty.

“Thanks for breakfast, Mother,” she said, snagging a plate and hurrying to the table to join my eighteen-year-old, twin daughters, Basima and Naila.

“Yes, thank you, Mother,” the twins said in unison, grinning at me, their petite bodies trembling beneath their clothing. I’d deflowered them both last night, along with Sa’dia.

Only Alesha, the last girl to flounce in, still had her virginity. My sister’s nineteen-year-old daughter took her plate, a gloom look on her face as she slunk back to the table. She’d been so looking forward to losing her virginity after watching me fuck her mother, my own sister, so hard while writhing in lesbian passion with her half-sister.

I felt her disappointment. I wanted to deflower her, too. But my futa-cock had vanished twenty minutes ago.

My sister and I were in the kitchen, hurriedly getting breakfast made, eggs and turkey bacon, all halal. I trembled, glancing at the clock. He’d walk in at any moment. Our husband would be furious if he came home and no breakfast awaited him.

He’d show his anger with his fists. His impotence made him lash out at the slightest provocation.
“Hurry up and eat, girls,” I said. “Ranya will drive you to college. We have to get you out of here before your father gets home.”

They should have left for college already. They all attended Franklin Pierce College.

“Yes, Mother,” all of them chorused, my harem. Even if I didn’t get my futa-cock back, that wouldn’t change. My sister and our daughters were my women. I hoped I had bred all of them, except Ayesha.

Plates cleared, our daughters rushed them to the sink where I now stood, Tarik’s breakfast sitting on his plate for him to eat. My stomach growled as Ranya finished cooking up our husband’s breakfast. We married him in Palestine when she was eighteen and I was nineteen. We lied when we immigrated to the states, claiming I was his only wife.

And we both wanted away from him.

“Okay, girls,” Ranya said, “let’s go.”

“Yes, Mother!”

They all said, grabbing their schoolbags, pulling on headscarves to hide their beautiful, black hair. The twins looked so cute with their mischievous faces framed by their matching cream-gray headscarves. Ayesha still pouted, which made me want to kiss her so badly. My pussy dripped juices down my naked thighs beneath my nightgown, my black hair falling loose about my shoulders.

And then they were out the door. A quiet descended on the house. I bit my lip, my stomach twisting with worry. The futa-fairy gave me a wonderful gift. I made her a promise and in exchange she gave me a harem of my family. My sister, my daughters, and my niece were my women.

But the futa-cock was apart of it. Did Leanan Sidhe betray me?

As I set my plate and Tarik’s down on the kitchen table, I stared at my scrambled eggs. I had no appetite suddenly. Despite all the fucking I did last night, cumming so many times, the nervousness gripped me. I needed to get a hold of Dr. Rita.

I pulled out my phone, calling the hospital, St. Claire, where she treated me. Just as the nurse picked up, my husband trooped into the house. A big man, thick beard bristling, face weary. Without a word, he thumped to the table, sat down, and ate.

No compliment. No greeting. I couldn’t wait to steal his women from him and make them my own.

I stood up, “Yes, I need to speak with Dr. Rita Jones. It’s very important. I’m a patient of hers. I have questions about her, um, unique technique.”

“Doesn’t everyone?” the nurse laughed as I walked down the hallway. “I can send a message.”

“Okay, can you tell her to call Fatima Abboud. I have the same technique and—”

“You’re a futanari?” the nurse asked, suddenly so breathless.

“I was. I’m having a difficulty.”

“I’ll get the message to her right away.”

I swallowed, nodding. I reached my bedroom, sinking down on the bed where I took Sa’dia’s virginity last night. Then I froze, seeing the sheets stained with cum. If Tarik walked in and found my bed so rumpled, obvious evidence that sex happened, he’d beat me.

He might kill me. He’d never believe it was my cum and not a man’s.

I yanked off the sheets, balling them into my fists, and then hurried into the girls’ room. We only had a three bedroom apartment. Our daughters had to share a single room while Ranya and I each had our own. Tarik slept in whatever wife’s bed he felt like.

“You’re doing laundry now?” grumbled my husband as I dumped the sheets into the washer machine. It lay just off the kitchen in a small nook.

“Yes,” I answered. “They have to be washed.” I bit my lip. “Naila had an accident.”

“I thought she grew out of that years ago.”

“I left clean sheets on Ranya’s bed,” I added, dumping in the detergent. “But these need to be cleaned before they stain.”

He threw his fork down on his plate, cleaned of food. He gave a loud belch and stumbled off to his bedroom. I let out a relieved breath. The controls clicked as I twisted them. Then the washer machine rumbled to life.

My sister’s bedroom door closed. Tarik would sleep the day away.

My phone rang.

I bolted for my bedroom where I left it. I fell to my knees on my bare mattress, scooping it up and bringing it to my ear. “Hello?”

“Fatima Abboud?” a familiar voice asked. “This is Dr. Rita. I hear you’re having problems with your futa-cock.”

“It just vanished,” I said.

“Yeah, pretty normal,” she said. “Mine vanishes at dawn. It’ll come back at sunset. Don’t you worry.”

I let out a relieved sigh. “Oh, good. Why does it do that?”

“I don’t really know.” Rita yawned. “Sorry. I just got off work. Been busy healing people.”

I shifted, a smile growing on my lips. “I bet. Many satisfied women.”

“Many.” She gave a throaty giggle. “And I assume you had at least one of those last night. One of those daughters you mentioned.”

“Yes. Three of them and my sister.”

“Lovely. I enjoy my daughter all the time.” She gave a throaty purr. “She goes to Washington High. There is a teacher that she has who’s also a futa. She gets her cock from sunrise to sunset.”

“Really?” I bit my lip. “Why is she different?”

“Would you believe there’s another futa-fairy out there giving out cocks. She calls herself B and is the Winter Esquire. So she’s like Leanan Sidhe’s opposite.”

“Opposite? Are they enemies?”

“I’m not sure,” Rita said. “But in literature, there’s often two different courts of fairy. The Summer and Winter Courts, also called the Seelie and Unseelie Courts. They war against each other through proxies. Not directly, but through tricks and schemes. And they like to make deals.”

“Like what we did.” I swallowed. “Did you promise to do a favor for Leanan Sidhe?”

“Yeah,” Rita said. “I was just so excited, I didn’t think.”

I bit my lip. “And you say another fairy is involved? Making other futanari. Why do they give us these cocks?”

“I don’t know.” Rita let out a sigh. “But I’m grateful. I’ve done so much good with mine. I’ve healed so many people.”

I flushed, feeling so selfish that I just wanted to fuck my sister and our daughters, to breed them and love them. Rita also healed people with her cum. I felt it when she fucked me at the emergency room, soothing the pain in my pussy after I lodged a sparkling grape juice bottle in my depths, using it as a makeshift dildo one night while Tarik drove his cab.

“Well, thank you for answering my question. I’m very grateful to know I will get it back. I do enjoy it.” I squirmed, feeling so terrible. What good could I have done if I made a different wish?

“You’re welcome. I need to sleep. I’m bushed. Enjoy your daughters.”

“I shall.”

I hung up and then my stomach growled. The fear gone.

Ranya returned from dropping off our daughters when I finished eating. She left her plate in the microwave, covered, and ate it while I cleaned the kitchen. I told her what Dr. Rita told me. She let out such a relieved sigh.

And then my sister pressed up behind me, her body so warm through our clothing. She pushed back my black hair, exposing my neck. I shivered, and not because a frosty, November day gleamed out the window over the sink.

“I can’t wait for tonight,” she purred, her hands sliding around my hips, moving down my nightgown to my crotch. She nibbled on my neck, bringing another shudder. Her fingers pressed my nightgown into my pussy. “You’re going to pop my daughter’s cherry. And I’m going to lick her clean. Lick all of my sweet sister’s jizz out of her snatch.”

“Oh, you are so wicked,” I groaned, so glad that Tarik married the both of us, keeping us together. I was so close to my sister growing up. We shared a bedroom with our sisters and cousins, our extended families living in a single house in Palestine.

“You’re the one that wished to grow a big, throbbing futa-dick,” she groaned, rubbing her fingers into my pussy, finding my clit.

“I am,” I panted then grinned as she slipped to the floor. I looked at the washer machine rattling away. It’d drown out any noise we’d make. Our sleeping husband would have no idea that we were cheating on him with each other.

My sister pushed up my nightgown. The bulky, annoying garment slid up my legs and naked ass. I wiggled, my curvy body trembling. My nipples pressed against the bodice, my soapy hands pinching them through the cloth.

Ranya purred when she exposed the cheeks of my ass. Her breath washed over my rump. Then her lips kissed my rear. She planted hot smooches on each butt-cheek. My eyes rolled back into my head at the incestuous touch of my sister’s lips. She circled around my crack, spiraling towards it as I squirmed, my pussy growing hotter.

My juices flowed.

Rivulets of pussy cream ran down my thighs. My sister’s fingers parted my butt-crack. I groaned as she nuzzled between my butt-cheeks. Her tongue ran up my crack and brushed my sphincter. She circled it. Slowly. Teasing me. I shuddered, drinking in the incestuous delight of Ranya’s tongue. She bathed my asshole.

And then sealed her lips around it, sucking.

“My sweet sister,” I groaned, my back arching, butt-cheeks clenching against her restraining fingers.

“Mmm, you taste so sour and nasty,” she moaned before licking again.

“And you just love it,” I panted, pinching my nipples so hard. My wet hands soaked the front of my nightgown, the cloth clinging to my round breasts. “Just my little slut, aren’t you? My slutty wife.”

“Yes,” she groaned. “When are we leaving Tarik? I want to be your wife, not his.”

“Soon,” I groaned then gasped as her tongue rammed into my asshole.

She swirled it around. I squirmed and groaned, her tongue bathing the insides of my bowels with such sweet delight. The pleasure raced to my pussy. My hot flesh clenched, more juices dripping down my legs as my sister ate my asshole.

She plunged her tongue in and out, stimulating my body. I squeezed my nipples so hard. The rough cotton of my nightgown sent tingles down to my pussy. The heat from my asshole met the electricity, sparking and burning together in my depths.

“My sweet sister!” I gasped, trembling. “Oh, yes, you nasty little sharmota. Ooh, you are such a delight.”

She just moaned, pumping her tongue in and out of my asshole.

“Mmm, yes, you’re going to make me cum.”

Her left hand moved. I groaned as she pressed it between my thighs. I shivered as she rubbed her fingers up and down my pussy through my pubic hairs. She stimulated me. I whimpered and groaned, my snatch clenching, aching to be filled.

She filled me.

Three of her fingers plunged into my sopping depths. My sister fingered my cunt hard and fast. She pumped her digits in and out of my snatch. My whimpers echoed through the kitchen, drowned out by the washer machine as it thudded along on its spin cycle, rocking, rattling.

“Oh, you nasty slut, devour my ass. I’m going to cum so hard!” My bowels clenched. “What a wicked sister I have.”

“So wicked,” she groaned between plunges of her tongue.

Her fingers pumped in and out of my pussy. They caressed my inner depths, wiggling around, stimulating me. My body bucked. My fingers tugged on my nipples, stretching out my breasts as I threw back my head.

And screamed out my incestuous pleasure.

Wordless moans howled from my mouth. My pussy spasmed about her fingers. Juices gushed out around her hand. My bowel clenched on her tongue. I shuddered and gasped as the rapture whipped through my body.

My tits heaved.

My eyes fluttered.

Stars danced before my darkening vision.

“Ranya!” I cried out at the end. “My sweet sister!”

I slumped forward, hands bracing in the sink. Dishes clattered. I groaned, shivering as she swirled her tongue a final time around my asshole. Then she pulled her fingers out of my pussy and rose. I turned around, grinning as she sucked them clean of my juices one by one.

And then she kissed me on the lips.

I closed my eyes, clutching to my sister. I tasted my sour ass and sweet pussy on her lips. I groaned, closing my eyes, holding her tight. She was my wife now. As I kissed her, I claimed her forever, stealing her away from our husband. Our tongues danced, our lips moved, as we shared this wondrous moment.

“My wife,” I breathed when we broke the kiss. “My sweet wife.”

“Yes,” she smiled, tears in her eyes.

I leaned in to kiss her when Tarik staggered out of her bedroom, flinging her door open. She flinched away from me and I spun around, washing dishes again. But he just barreled into the bathroom. I heard the toilet seat rise and he let out an explosive breath.

We had to leave him soon.

Taking care of the house kept my sister and I busy for a while. We kept trading smoky looks and quick kisses. I went down on her pussy near noon, making her cum while she kept her hand clamped over her mouth so she wouldn’t arouse our husband from his slumber.

The twins were the first through the door when the returned from college, their identical faces beaming at me. They rushed up to me, both eighteen-year-olds throwing their arms around my neck and smothering my face in kisses.

“Someone’s been naughty, Mother,” Basima giggled. My daughter licked her lips. “I taste pussy on your mouth.”

“Ooh, have you and Mother been wicked?” Naila asked leaning into taste her aunt’s juices on my lips. She smacked them. “You have.”

“I bet they have,” Sa’dia said, holding her half-sister Ayesha’s hand. The two older girls crossed to me. Sa’dia leaned into kiss me on the mouth.

I tasted tart pussy on her lips. “Is that your flavor, Ayesha?” I asked my niece when I broke the kiss. “Or has Sa’dia been real naughty?”

“My pussy, Mother,” Ayesha moaned and then leaned in to kiss me, her lips seasoned with spicy delight. I recognized my twenty-year-old daughter’s juices on her mouth. It made my pussy clench. Ayesha kissed me hard, clinging to me, pressing her nubile body tight against me. Her hand slid down, rubbing at my crotch, feeling at my pussy through my long skirt.

Then she sighed, breaking our kiss.

“It’ll grow in about forty minutes,” I told her, thankful it was November and the days were so short. “I only get my cock from sunset to sunrise. I called Dr. Rita.”

“So tonight?” Ayesha asked, her eyes so bright.

“Tonight, I’m popping your cherry and breeding you just like your half-sisters and your mother.”
My hands slid around my niece’s hips to grab her ass through her clothing. I pulled her closer to me, kneading her rump and nudged my nose against hers, a little Eskimo kiss. Her arms tightened around my neck, pulling me in for the real one.

I groaned at the heat in her passion. Her lips danced as they worked against mine. Her hips shook, rubbing her hot pussy against me. I shuddered. Rapture surging through me. I pushed her backward, pinning her against the living room wall.

“Oooh, yes,” one of the twins moaned.

“Naila, you wicked girl,” Basima sighed. “Ooh, yes, finger my twat.”

I shuddered, loving the two twin sisters enjoying each other. They both moaned, their clothing rustled. I kissed Ayesha harder, my hands pulling up her skirt. My pussy burned. Forty minutes was such a long time to wait. I wanted to take her virginity now. I wanted to—

“Father’s coming!” hissed Sa’dia. “Get your hands out of your skirts.”

I broke away from Ayesha, leaving my niece panting, licking her lips. I had forgotten all about my husband. He emerged bleary eye from the hallway, grunting as he stumbled past his daughters. He paused, staring at the twins.

“Are you two wrestling? At your age?”

“Sorry, Father,” Basima and Naila said together, their sticky fingers fidgeting.

The moment he walked past, they shoved their fingers into their mouths, sucking off their twin sister’s juices. Their cheeks hollowed. They had such big smiles as they looked up at me, their headscarves missing, black hair falling about their faces.

I shook my head at them and softly said, “Horny little whores. Save that for tonight.”

They grinned at me.

“Now go do your homework. I know you have plenty.”

“Listen to your mother,” grunted Tarik as he poured himself a cup of coffee. I made sure I had it ready for him.

The twins scampered off to their bedroom. I hoped they’d do their schoolwork and not do something naughtier. They had such hot pussies. I licked my lips, remembering how their barely legal cunts had felt wrapped about my girl-dick.

I glanced at the clock.

Twenty-four minutes until sunset.

“What’s for dinner?” grunted Tarik as he sat down.

“Chicken and rice,” my sister answered. “It’s in the oven. It’ll be ready in an hour.”

He grunted and stumbled to the living room. The TV came on, Arabic filling the room as he watched one of the channels from our satellite dish. It sounded like a soccer game. He didn’t say anything as I busied myself in the kitchen.

“I’m going to sprout my cock, and he’ll still be here,” I complained to my sister in a hushed tone.

“Wasting some of the time that we get to enjoy it,” muttered Ranya. She threw a look over her shoulder. “It’ll be another hour before he leaves for work.”

“I know,” I whispered, my headscarf feeling so constraining about my head. I wanted to be free of it. I had moved beyond such modesty. I wanted to appreciate the beauty of my women. I wanted them to dress in Western clothing and show off their bodies for my delight.

My pussy clenched, a fresh bead of pussy juices working down my thighs as I squirmed.
I glanced at my sister, the lumpy dress she wore hiding the delicious curves of her body. Beneath that baggy garment lay round breasts that I wished to cup, sleek thighs I wanted to lick, a perky ass that I wanted to love.

My clit twitched, so eager for sunset. I wanted to bugger my sister’s ass, to show her such a wicked delight. She would moan and gasp so much on my futa-cock. I let out a frustrated moan, pretending to busy myself in the kitchen to avoid Tarik’s notice and—

The sun set.

I felt it. This moment of stillness before the energy of the universe washed across me. The transition between day and night left me quaking. And that powerful moment transformed me. My clit drank it in, siphoning off the energy, taking a small sip, and used it to sprout forward.

I shuddered, glancing down at the front of my loose skirt. My swelling futa-dick thrust out straight before me, tenting the fabric. My swelling tip ached and throbbed against the material. I groaned, my cock swaying with my every movement.

“Yes,” my sister panted, her eyes smoky as she stared at it, her cheeks dark. “It’s here. And we can’t play with it.”

I was about to object, to say we couldn’t, but that powerful ache permeated the tip of my dick. That wonderful need to bury in feminine flesh. In the taboo bowels of my younger sister. Wicked thoughts shot out of my cock, invading my mind, demanding my surrender to the will of my new appendage.

I threw a look over my shoulder. Tarik stared intently at the screen. The announcer spat out the play, growing more and more excited. I bit my lip, glancing at my sister. The counter separating kitchen and living room would conceal our lower halves.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I just had to wait an hour. I could wait that long.

I moved, slave to my dick’s passions. Ranya’s eyes widened as I moved behind her. I poked my sister in the ass with the dick, letting her feel it. She let out a soft, whimpering pant, gripping the kitchen counter before the rice cooker.

“Sweet sister,” she whispered, “what are you doing?”

“Enjoying my wife,” I told her. “I cannot wait.”

“He’s in the living room!” Urgency hissed from her voice.

“Then stay quiet,” I told her, hiking up her skirt bit by bit. “Because you are mine and you will submit like a dutiful wife.”

She shivered, surrendered. “I will, my sweet sister.”

I wanted to kiss her, but that would be too obvious. In moments, I had her skirt bunched up to her waist, revealing her dusky ass, two curving mounds just begging to be fucked. I groaned, pulling up my own skirt next.

The rasp of fabric over my skirt provided the sweetest torture. Inch-by-inch, I drew up my skirt. And then, finally, my dick fell out, smacking her rear. Precum splattered across her butt-cheeks while she let out a cooing moan.

“GOAL!” screamed the announcer.

“Yes!” Tarik gasped, enthralled by his dumb game.

I moved my cock between my sister’s plump butt-cheeks. I left a trail of smeared precum behind, leading to that delicious valley. I descended into it, her velvety asscheeks engulfing the crown. Pleasure rippled up my shaft.

And then I brushed her puckered sphincter.

I took a moment to savor my sister’s asshole. My pussy clenched, squeezing out juices to dribble down my thighs I swirled my dick in slow circles about her rear entrance. She let out a whimper, her body tensing, ready to be penetrated.

“I love you, sweet sister,” I moaned.

“I’m your wife, my heart,” she groaned. “My dearest sister.”

Her asshole surrendered to my cock like she surrendered to my lusts. I groaned, the puckered ring engulfing the tip of my dick. Pleasure rippled through my body. I gripped her hips beneath her bunched up skirts, squeezing her skin as I slid into her bowels.

I didn’t go fast. I couldn’t make noise. I sank with such care into her asshole. An eternity of sliding forward, of savoring every velvety inch of her bowels before I bottomed out in her. My crotch pressed into her rear.

“Oh, sweet sister,” she moaned, bowels squeezing on my futa-dick.

“Just enjoy it.” I threw a look over my shoulder at our husband. “We’re cuckolding him right now. His two wives are emasculating him.”

“Yes,” she gasped, savoring it, her hips wiggling. And then she let out a whimpering coo as I drew my cock back.

Such friction burned along my cock. It took so much self-control to pull my dick back so slowly. I wanted to fuck her hard, to revel in her velvety bowels and spurt my cum into her depths. But I couldn’t. Tarik forced me to savor this, like eating an expensive meal with tiny bites to prolong the delight for as long as possible.

I whimpered with my sister as I slid into her depths. My hands clenched her waist, the pleasure shuddering through her. My precum leaked out, lubing her ass more and more, making it easier for me to slide in my dick.

Spurring me to pound her bowels.

I moved a little faster, but still so slow. Our skirts rustled. Our breaths moaned, mixing with the sounds of the rice cooker boiling away. Steam rose from the top, the air filled with savory chicken and cooking rice.

My cock twitched. I thrust forward again, ramming into her depths, our flesh slapping together.

“Not so fast,” groaned Ranya, throwing a worried look over her shoulder.

“He’s still watching the game,” I panted, drawing back. I didn’t mean to ram into her all at once, but she felt so amazing. “Just relax. Enjoy my cock.”

“Yes,” she hissed.

But try as I might, I couldn’t control myself. I fucked her a little faster every time. Our flesh brushed together, then I could hear the faintest clap of my crotch smacking her butt. We both whimpered and moaned, fighting against our pleasure wanting to burst out of our throats.

My fingers bit into her hips as I tried to resist. But the pleasure of her bowels drowned out the fear of our husband catching us. The wet glide of my cock sliding through her bowels rose over the boiling of the rice cooker.

“Yes,” I hissed. “Such a tight ass. I’m going to—”

“What degeneracy is this!” boomed our husband as I drew out of her asshole. “What are you…?”

Fear shot through me. I froze, my cock half-way out of her asshole. His eyes stared at us, fixed on my girl-shaft. His jaw dropped. His bristling beard seemed to wilt as he stared at just how huge his wife’s cock was was, how much his other wife shuddered on my dick.

His fists relaxed into trembling hands.

His mouth worked, unable to produce words.

“That’s my futa-cock,” I groaned, a strange boldness seizing control of me. I slammed my dick into Ranya’s ass. “It’s so much bigger than your dick.”

“So much bigger,” my sister moaned, her bowels clenching on my shaft. She sensed the impotence from our husband, too. “Oh, Tarik, you have no idea the amount of pleasure my sweet sister gives me and our daughters. She’s popped all but Ayesha’s cherry. And she’s going to breed them all. Breed me.”

“You just weren’t enough man for this house, Tarik,” I panted, allowing my hips to pump away like I wanted. “So I had to grow my own cock. They’re all mine now. My harem of nubile flesh.”

The shock struck him. He stumbled back as I fucked his wife, claiming her as all mine. My girl-dick slammed over and over into her bowels. Her velvety flesh clung to my shaft, massaging me, sending such rapture racing through my body.

My sister whimpered, her hips moving, her moans so wanton as she pressed back into my dick. Her bowels clenched. Our flesh slapped together loud. I fucked her with every ounce of passion I had, the pleasure building and building in her.

“I’m going to cum in her asshole,” I moaned. “I’m going to flood her bowels with my girl-cum.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped my sister. “Oh, flood me. I need it. I’m going to cum on her dick. Watch me cum, husband!” She said the word with such disgust. “Watch your wife fuck me to orgasm, dear husband!”

Ranya’s bowels clenched down hard on my thrusting dick. They grew so hot. The velvety friction burned. Then she shuddered and bucked. She let out gasping moans as her orgasm swept through her body. She trembled, her asshole spasming about my dick. I groaned, loving the delight as I pounded her so hard.

“Watch your wife cum on my girl-dick!” I shouted, ramming my cock into her orgasming bowels. “She feels incredible on my dick. So hot and velvety. I’m going to spill every drop of my futa-cum into her.”

“Do it!” moaned Ranya. “Flood my ass, sweet sister!”

Her words and Tarik’s humiliated eyes propelled my hips to thrust forward so hard. My crotch smacked into my sister’s ass. My dick throbbed in the depths of her spasming bowels. My fingers gripped her hips.

I came.

I moaned out my rapture as I flooded my sister’s asshole before our emasculated husband. I groaned and shivered. The pleasure rushed through my body. I shuddered, my juices gushing down my thighs. The heat burned through me.

So wonderful. So delicious. I loved cuckolding my husband.

“Mother!” Sa’dia gasped. “Oh, Mother, yes, flood her bowels. She’s your slut.”

“She is, Mother,” Ayesha panted.

Our daughters stood in a naked group, the twins in the center, their identical, nubile bodies pressed tight with Sa’dia and Ayesha hugging them from behind. Ayesha’s big, pillowy tits rested on Basima’s shoulders while Sa’dia’s smaller tits pressed into the back of Nadia’s head.

Our husband saw them, flinched again.

“Yes, yes, yes, your cock grew, Mother,” moaned Ayesha, my niece squirming as she held her half-sister. “It’s time to pop my cherry. I want to be bred by you, Mother.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “But girls, you need to get her ready. Make Ayesha cum hard while your mother sucks my cock clean of her ass.”

Tarik let out a groan of disbelief.

I smirked at my husband as I ripped my girl-cock out of my sister’s asshole. She shivered, moaning in wanton delight. Then she peeled off her dress, exposing her naked body. Her headscarf fell off with her dress, her black hair spilling about her shoulders.

As I took off my own dress and headscarf, my sister knelt before me. She seized my huge futa-dick and licked her ass off my shaft. My smirk grew as our husband watched in disbelief. He’d never even had anal sex from us, let alone received oral.

And especially not oral sex this deviant.

“See, husband!” I hissed, reveling in the power of my futa-cock, “she’s my wife now. My whore. They all are.”

“We are, Father,” Ayesha moaned, pulled down to the floor by her sisters.

Sa’dia, as the eldest, took her place between Ayesha’s thighs. She leaned her head down, burying her mouth into her half-sister’s virgin pussy. She licked through incestuous folds, making Ayesha groan and gasp, squirming and humping her snatch against Sa’dia’s mouth.

I shivered, my sister’s tongue bathing my cock. She lapped up and down it as Tarik and I watched Ayesha writhe with her sisters. The twins seized her tits. Basima had the right, and Naila the left, the impish girls sucking and nibbling on their older half-sister’s nipples.

“Oh, Mother, they’re getting me so ready for your futa-dick,” moaned Ayesha, her pillowy tits jiggling, a pair of hungry mouths attached to them, sucking hard. “Ooh, yes, I can’t wait. I’ve been dying for your cock all day, Mother.”

“Hear them, Tarik?” I groaned as Ranya’s tongue licked up to the crown of my dick. She swirled around it, savoring her sour musk, cleaning her ass from my dick. “See the lust my huge girl-dick inspires in your wife and daughters? See how they are so eager to be mine. My harem.”

He nodded his head, trembling, but not in rage.

He slumped into the chair, unable to speak, but only witness my utter domination of the household. I groaned, my sister’s mouth sliding over my dick. She sucked so hard, her tongue swirling about my shaft. My pussy clenched, drinking in the incestuous pleasure Ranya gave me.

I grabbed my sister’s silky hair. I fucked my mouth, my round tits bouncing before me. Tarik stared at me fucking his wife’s mouth with my girl-dick. Ranya moaned about my shaft as she sucked, her hands sliding up and down my thighs.

“I’m going to pump my cum down her mouth and then pop Ayesha’s cherry,” I panted, my orgasm already building in my depths.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Ayesha moaned. “I want that so badly, Mother!”

The twins and Sa’dia teased Ayesha’s busty body. The girl moaned and gasped, her cries echoing through the living room. Her father stared in hopeless longing, knowing that he would never touch her flesh the way I would. That the secret desires to fuck his daughters would never happen.

Because they were mine.

My dick erupted into Ranya’s mouth. I groaned, pumping so much jizz into my sister’s hungry mouth. The pleasure surged through me. Every blast of cum had me whimpering and groaning, drawing my husband’s attention again. My tits heaved as I flooded her mouth.

And she gulped down my cum, not hiding it. Making as much noise as possible. She reveled in it.

“They are all mine!” I hissed at my husband, my back arching, tits heaving.

“Yours, Mother!” howled Ayesha. “Yes, yes, yes, I’m so ready. I’m cumming, Mother. Sa’dia and the twins made me cum! It’s time to fuck me!”

“Fuck her, Mother,” the twins said together.

“Yes,” I gasped, pulling my cock out of my sister’s sucking mouth.

“Fuck my daughter. Breed her, sweet sister!” panted Ranya, my cum and her spit dribbling down her chin. “Oh, Tarik, watch a real cock deflower a virgin. No pain, only pleasure. Not like our wedding night.”

Tarik squirmed, hands rubbing at his beard, eyes black, hopeless pits.

“She’s all ready, Mother,” Sa’dia purred. My eldest daughter pushed apart Ayesha’s thighs. Juices dripped from Sa’dia’s mouth, and more stained Ayesha’s black bush. Her virgin pussy hidden by the thick tangle of hairs.

“So ready, Mother,” panted Ayesha, squirming. “I need it so badly.”

I sank to my knees, my futa-cock bouncing before me. Sa’dia grabbed it, such a dutiful daughter, and guided it to her half-sister’s pussy. I shivered, my tits swaying as I leaned over Ayesha’s body, staring into her eyes. My dick slid through her silky pubic hair and rubbed on her virgin flesh.

“Right there, Mother,” Sa’dia purred, pressing me against Ayesha’s virginity.

“This is how a girl is made into a woman,” Ranya moaned. My sisters sank down on her hands and knees while the twins moved behind her. They spread apart her butt-cheeks. “Watch, husband, as your wife deflowers your daughter.”

Then my sister moaned as the two nubile girls feasted on her asshole, licking out my cum.

I stared into my husband’s hopeless eyes and thrust. Ayesha groaned her rapture as her maidenhead surrendered to my girth. I tore through her virginity with ease, the membrane parting around my cock. I slid into Ayesha’s pussy for the first time. Her flesh clenched around me.

“Mother!” she squealed in delight. “Yes!”

Tarik flinched at her passion, at her pleasure.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard,” I hissed as I sank to the depths of her virgin pussy. “Then I’ll breed you.”

“Yes!”

She pulled me down. Our tongues met in a passionate kiss. Our breasts pressed together, hers so soft and big, embracing my round tits. Her thighs locked about my hips, her pussy clenching down on my cock. She moaned into our kiss, our bodies squirming and writhing.

The other women of my harem groaned around me while Tarik watched us revel in the incestuous passion my futa-dick created.

I drew back and pumped into my niece’s pussy, savoring her virgin flesh stretching around me. She twitched beneath me, whimpering into our kiss. She held me tight, her body moving, working back against me as she savored every bit of the pleasure of my futa-cock.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck my sister, Mother,” moaned Sa’dia, fingering her twat. “Mmm, yes, just plow into her.”

“Breed my daughter,” my sister moaned. “I want her belly full of your futa-cum, my sweet sister. My futa-wife.”

Tarik whimpered.

My tongue dueled with Ayesha’s as we writhed together. Her hot, silky pussy clenched and relaxed on my dick as I pumped my girl-cock in and out of her depths. Her fingernails scratched at my back as her passion built and built.

I broke our kiss, staring into her green eyes. “That’s it. Mmm, you’re just my naughty slut, aren’t you, Ayesha?”

“I am, Mother,” she moaned, bucking beneath me, her pillowy tits rubbing against my nipples. “That’s why I need your cum in me. I need to be bred by your futa-cock!”

“Yes!” I gasped, the words swirling through me. “My futa-seed is potent.”

“Your dick is so hard, too,” groaned my sister. “You can fuck and fuck and fuck and satiate us all. You don’t wilt after just a few strokes.”

Our husband let out another whimper.

I savored this moment, the building pressure in the depths of my ovaries as I plunged into hot, barely legal cunt. My niece’s pussy grew hotter and hotter about my dick. I shuddered, thrusting with all my might into her depths, the silky friction caressing the tip of my dick.

Then she let out a whimper. Her thighs squeezed my hips. Her fingernails dug burning furrows into my back. She spasmed beneath mer. Her pussy went wild about my dick, convulsing, milking my cock. I grinned at my husband.

“Your daughter is cumming on my dick, husband!”

“I am, Father!” she howled. “Cumming so hard. Such an amazing girl-dick. Ooh, I need to be bred. Do it, Mother! Cum in me!”

I rammed my futa-dick into Ayesha’s spasming pussy. My dick ached, the pressure swelling. Sa’dia moaned beside us, her round tits heaving as her orgasm swept through her dusky body. She fell onto her back, spasming.

“Cum in her, Mother!”

“Do it!” my sister moaned, face twisted with pleasure as the twins devoured her pussy and asshole.

“Mother!” howled Ayesha, her pussy spasming so hard about my dick, begging for my fertile futa-seed.

I rammed into her snatch. My pussy clenched so hard. Stars shot across my vision. I screamed out rapture as my futa-cum spurted into Ayesha’s fertile depths. Her hot pussy milked my dick, drawing out every drop while the rapture crashed through my mind.

I loved it. I loved cumming with my futa-dick. I savored the ecstasy of enjoying the incestuous flesh of my harem. My women moaned around me, celebrating Ayesha’s first taste of girl-cum flooding her depths.

It wouldn’t be the last.

“Oh, Mother, I love you,” Ayesha mewled, her voice throaty with pleasure. “You bred me. I know you did.”

“Me, too,” I groaned, leaning down to kiss her hard.

The front door to our apartment banged shut. Our husband had fled. We never saw Tarik again. He didn’t contest our divorce. He never tried to gain custody of his daughters. He knew my futa-cock had utterly defeated his pathetic dick. We were free of him.

Three weeks later, I waited in the living room, waiting. On the TV, the news played. “This is Becca Brittany at St. Claire Hospital where some claim miracles are being performed.”

My sister and our daughters trooped out of the bathroom, drawing my attention from the TV. My women all held plastic sticks in their hands each topped with wet, spongy tits. They brandished them with excitement, pink lines showing in the displays of the pregnancy tests.

“We’re all bred, Mother,” Basima beamed, the petite girl bouncing before me, her twin sister at her side.

“It shouldn’t be possible,” Ranya said. “Our fertility cycles are not all synced up.”

“Mother’s cock shouldn’t be possible,” Ayesha said, falling to the ground before me to suck on my futa-dick.

“But it is,” Sa’dia grinned. “Thanks to a little fairy magic.”

I shuddered, my harem surrounding me, all eager to celebrate the amazing news.

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Leanan Sidhe shuddered, her futa-cum spraying across the wildflowers of the meadow. Her wings hummed behind her, buzzing with such intensity as she felt her patron’s powerful orgasm. Fatima Abboud reveled with her harem.

The Summer Esquire had invested far more energy in Parkland, Washington then she ever intended. But as Bean Sidhe, her counterpart in the frigid court of Winter, kept adding her own influence, Leanan Sidhe had to keep spreading hers.

I warned her, Leanan Sidhe thought as she squeezed out the last few drops of cum to fertilize a bright, yellow daisy. The drop of pearly jizz landed on the flower petals. If she seeks parity with me now, I will have no choice but to act. She cannot be so mad as to do that.

The futa-fairy shivered, an icy breeze washing across the meadow tinged with a mocking laugh.

The End of Mrs. Fatima’s Tale

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