Pleasing His Futa-Wives

by Relm Jayne

  Husni's cock hammered him hard as he lapped up the flood. He stroked Djamila's futa-cock until the last of her cum spilled out. She moaned and gasped, her face flushed dark. She whimpered, jizz-coated tits rising and falling.

  “Ataullah!” she groaned. “Oh, you deserve a reward for that.”

  “For finally being a good husband?” Husni asked with some disdain.

  Ataullah flushed despite the pleasures burning from his asshole. I have been a bad husband to them. I have hurt them. Thought I had to control them instead of loving them. I have failed them. No longer.

  “Mmm, yes,” moaned Djamila. “We're still his wives. We still have our duties to him.”

  “No, no,” I groaned. “I don't need any reward but your happiness, my desert rose.”

  Djamila smiled. “See, he deserves this.”

  She slid her body down the bed, slipping beneath them. He groaned as her cum-stained tits reached his face. He couldn't resist pressing his pussy-soaked beard into her tits, gathering up the jizz on them. He licked and lapped, feasting on her salty seed, caressing her breasts.

  She gasped and moaned as his whiskers caressed her nipples. She shuddered, a look of abject joy bursting across her features. He grunted, taking Djamila's cock in his boy-pussy while he lapped up the girl-jizz.

  Just the way a husband should, he thought in his virus-modified mind.

  “Mmm, yes,” moaned Djamila, her hand finding his throbbing cock. It pulsed every time Husni's cock massaged his prostate. “I am going to love this. Your dick is going to give me such pleasure, isn't it?”

  “Yes!” he growled.

  She smiled and slid lower. Her other arm hooked around his neck, pulling him down to a kiss. His wife's hot tongue darted into his mouth. He whimpered, his bowels squeezing around Husni's thrusting cock. She hammered him hard, burying deep into him.

  Djamila guided his dick down to her pussy. He groaned as she pressed him into her shaved folds. He let Husni's thrusts bury him in this first wife's cunt. He sank into her, shuddering at the hot, silky feel of her flesh.

  He was in pussy while being fucked. He groaned, pinned beneath both women. Husni gasped and groaned, fucking him hard and fast. She leaned over him, her large breasts brushing his back. Her nipples grazed him.

  “Fuck her hard, husband!” moaned Husni. “I love her. I want her to have all the pleasure in the world.”

  Ataullah broke his kiss with Djamila to moan, “I love her, too, Husni.”

  “Good,” she panted, burying hard into him.

  Husni fucked him with vigor, her breasts rubbing into his back as her massive cock reamed his asshole. She stretched him out. He trembled, feeling the thick girth of her futa-dick burying into him again and again. His heart pounded in his chest as she buried into him over and over. He groaned, reveling in this moment. In her dick reaming him. Driving him wild.

  His prostate drank it in, transmitting bliss to his dick buried in Djamila's pussy. He matched Husni's thrusts, burying into his first wife's depths with hard strokes. Her girl-cock throbbed between them, pressing on his stomach.

  “Yes, yes, Ataullah!” groaned Djamila. “Mmm, you're in me. I haven't ever enjoyed this until now. I want you to cum in me. Please, please, spurt your jizz into me!”

  “Yes!” he gasped. The heat surged through his body. His balls smacked into her flesh as he came closer and closer. “Husni is fucking my boy-pussy hard!”

  “Yes!” groaned Husni. “I like that. I'm pounding your boy-pussy!”

  Djamila smiled, angelic. Perfect. His wife kissed him, her dick rubbing into his belly as he pumped away at her juicy pussy. His tongue dueled with hers, his balls tightening. Husni's thrusting cock brought him closer and closer to cumming.

  To erupting into his wife's cunt.

  Husni moaned, her strokes picking up the pace. She panted with each one, her breasts massaging his back. She slammed to the hilt in him and groaned. Hot cum jetted into his bowels. He shuddered as he felt each one.

  Powerful spurts of jizz that coated his anal sheath in her passion. He groaned, his heart screaming in his chest. He trembled atop his first wife, feeling his second unload her jizz into him. That hot spunk filled him. Made him feel so wonderfully used.

  I made her cum, flashed ecstatically through his mind as he kissed Djamila.

  He came.

  His jizz pumped into his first wife's pussy. He held him tight, kissing him hard as he spurted blast after blast of cum into her. His balls unloaded so much more than they used to. He trembled, his bowels rippling around Husni's clit-dick, the pleasure sweeping through his mind.

  “Oh, yes, my husband!” she moaned. “Drain my cock! Ooh, fucking a man is hot. I have to fuck more!”

  He broke the kiss and groaned, “Yes! You have to be happy!”

  Djamila shuddered beneath Ataullah. His cum spurted a final time into her. The pleasure rushed through him, sending him to such a high peak. He hung there, drinking in the intensity as his bowels drained Husni.

  Then he collapsed, panting, sandwiched between his wives. He loved it, listening to them pant and moan. Djamila shuddered beneath him, her pussy filled with cum while Husni's jizz brimmed in his asshole.

  “That was fun,” Husni moaned. She rolled off. “We should call my lover and have him come over.”

  “Your lover?” Ataullah groaned. He looked at his second wife as she lay on her back.

  “Your lover is in Germany,” said Djamila.

  “Oh, well, I have one here, too,” said Husni. “I lied to you, Djamila. Sorry.”

  Ataullah thought he should be jealous, but instead, he was just happy. “He makes you cum, huh?”

  “So hard,” Husni whimpered. “And now it's my turn to make him.”

  “Okay, who is it?”

  Husni gave her husband a wicked look. “Why, your friend, Ibraheem.”

  Ataullah's jaw dropped. He had no idea. But he was a good husband now. He rolled over and snagged up his jeans. He pulled out his smartphone and found his friend's number. He sent a text to him.

  Husni wants to fuck you. Come on over.

  Ataullah smiled as he cuckolded himself. It felt right to please women.

  As the futa-virus spread through the capital of Saudi Arabia, the men infected discovered a new way to treat their women. No longer controlling them, but worshiping them. Ataullah was the first, but he wasn't the last. The various women infected at the bathhouse all had husbands, too. Husbands who would soon learn to be their futa-wives' obedient lovers.

  “You are a good husband,” Djamila purred, snuggling up against him. “Maybe I can fuck your boy-pussy until Ibraheem arrives.”

  Ataullah grinned and kissed his wife. Husni snuggled in on the other side and joined them in a three-way kiss, their futa-dicks pressing into his hips. His dick throbbed and ached. He loved this new way of treating his wives.

  It was so much fun.

  To be continued in the next Futa Virus Tale!

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  Naughty Peek at “Futa Charges for Her Passion”

  Officer Janet Grant, the first cop to become a futa in the epidemic breaking out through the city of Seattle, was enjoying her Sunday morning in bed with her step-daughter, Heather. Officer Janet was between the eighteen-year-old futa's thighs, one hand wrapped around the sexy girl's dick. With hunger, the futa-cop nuzzled her lips into her daughter's pussy and took a long, slow lick.

  The sweet pussy stained Officer Janet's tongue. She reveled in the taste while her daughter's futa-dick throbbed in her stroking grip.

  “Mom!” Heather gasped, her petite body trembling. Her small breasts, topped by dusky nipples, quivered as she squirmed. Short, blonde hair framed her pixyish face, her blue eyes almost glowing with delight. “Oh, god, yes
, Mom!”

  “Mmm, you taste so good in the morning,” Officer Janet purred. She felt energized despite the long shift she'd just worked. Being a futa-cop was a delicious, if tiring, experience.

  She'd fucked so many men and women last night, nailing prostitutes and their clients, petty criminals who needed to be shown a better way, and law-abiding citizens who had committed small infractions and who'd rather suck her cock than receiving a ticket.

  It was a better way to police. With love and pleasurable rewards instead of punishments.

  The athletic cop, still sexy in her middle years, feasted on her step-daughter's pussy. Officer Janet's blonde hair fell loose instead of being gathered into her usual ponytail. It spilled over her daughter's legs. The cop's green eyes smoldered as she stared at her daughter's throbbing girl-dick, aching to suck on it.

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  About the Author

  Relm is a naughty girl that wants to share her sexy stories of sultry futas! Girls with dicks spray their creamy passion across the pages of her stories! Writing in her private lair, a glass of wine at hand, Relm unleashes her naughty, futa fantasies upon the world! So if you like your women hot, sexy, and packing huge cocks, then you'll love Relm's stories! Check out her Author Page, like her on Facebook, and follow her on twitter @RelmJayne!