Futa Fairies' Naughty GameChapter 8: Mrs. Fatima & Keily’s Wicked Fun free porn video
Deidre Reddings
The Year’s Divide gurgled beside me as the water flowed smoothly past. I walked upriver on the sandy beach, naked beneath the strange sky of Faerie. Here, a perpetual night met an everlasting day, abutting together like two poorly joined pieces of architecture, two buildings constructed with wildly differing ascetics and places that happened to share the same block.
I bit my lip. Did that mean something? Querciola said that Winter and Summer never touched. That they never got along. So there must be someway to bridge it. The skies touched, but not the land itself. Here was the small Land of Transition, this valley that went from Autumn to Spring by crossing the river that divided it.
But she said us humans could bridge that gap. We weren’t bound by the silly rules that governed the futa-fairies. But how? What could Keily and I do? We were just two sisters who loved each other, who’d bred each other. My hands rubbed my belly, aching for the day I felt our daughter squirming in me.
The wind swirled around me. A violent gale whipped at my red hair. I gasped as it threw me off my feet. I hit the sandy ground in shock, landing with my arm splashing into the current of the river. Sand blew away from me, whipped up by the fury pinning me to the ground. I squeezed my eyes shut, stung by the force of the wind holding me in place.
What was happening?
It stopped.
I blinked. A woman stood over me. A futa. She had black hair framing a predatory face, large breasts swaying above me. A huge cock thrust from the trimmed bush adorning her pussy and pudenda. Fear shot through me even as my dick throbbed in lust.
“Got you,” she grinned and fell to her knees.
Before I could even move, I gasped, her clit-dick slamming into my cunt. Pleasure shot through me as the Winter futa filled my snatch to the hilt. My own girl-cock twitched on my stomach, drinking in the delight of her shaft.
She planted her hands on either side of me, her big tits swaying over me as she pumped her dick in and out of my teenage cunt. I whimpered, my own breasts jiggling as they made two piles on my chest, my nipples hard and puckered.
“Officer Cindy,” I whimpered as she pumped away.
“I know you. You’re Keily’s sister. No wonder you looked so familiar,” she breathed. “I forgot you were one of Summer’s little whores.”
Such joy burned in her mature face. She took such pleasure in fucking my pregnant cunt, pumping away so hard. I whimpered, my body squirming on the soft sand, the river gurgling right beside me, almost mocking my defeat.
How could I figure a way out of this mess now?
Mrs. Fatima Samara
The auburn-haired teenagers cunt clenched down on my dick as she screamed out for help. And it came. The bush that had concealed me from her and Becca Brittany moved. The futa-reporter, standing blonde and busty over us, glared at me as she directed the leafy branches of the plant to seize my flesh.
Woody vines wrapped about my body, hauling me off of the teenager. My dick popped out of her pussy, bobbing before me. A flick of her tangy pussy juices flew from the end of my cock and splattered my lips. My heart hammered in fear. I didn’t realize I was listening to two Winter futas fucking. I thought it was a contest.
“Well, look at her,” Becca Brittany said. “Eh, Keily, she must have been jerking of listening to us fuck.”
“Yeah,” Keily, the teenager, said as she stood up. She was naked save for the glasses she pushed up with her middle finger, staring at me with undisguised lust. “Ooh, she has such a big cock. And she’s Arab. How hot.”
“And serving Winter,” Becca Brittany said. “If she’d cum in you, you’d lose.”
“Right, right,” the girl said. “Ooh, those futa-fairies really made us horny things. They must really like it when we cum. So, I guess we fuck her now.”
“Preference on which hole?” Becca Brittany asked. “After fucking your tight cunt, I wouldn’t mind giving her ass a try.”
My heart pounded. They talked to me like I’d already lost. Like it was a foregone conclusion that they would defeat me. They didn’t even look at me but treated me like an object. And yet I was so turned on. Two futas wanted to pound me hard. I stared at their clit-dicks with such hungry greed, Becca Brittany’s glistening with pussy juices while white cum dribbled down Keily’s slender thighs.
What was wrong with me? I need to think. I struggled, the vines wrapped tight about my wrist as they held me. I needed to find a way to slip out and...
Slip out...
I could do that.
Making myself slick turned out to be as easy as taking a deep breath. Suddenly, my body provided no friction. Gravity pulled me free of the vines. I landed on the sand and almost slipped. My feet wanted to slide across the coarse sand, but I made them not slick.
I could control where I was or wasn’t slick.
“Fuck!” Becca Brittany gasped.
“How’d she do that?” Keily shouted, stumbling back from me. The teenager tripped over her own feet and fell on her butt, her cock bobbing, her thighs splayed. I had a good look at the fine down of red hair covering her cum-soaked pussy.
The pussy I’d just been in.
The plant rustled. Branches reached for me. I didn’t care. I grinned and charged at Becca Brittany. I’d defeat her fast then take care of the teenager. I would savor fucking her underage cunt just like I did with my own daughters.
Maybe I’d even breed her, give her a parting gift.
Branches slipped off my skin as I crashed into Becca Brittany. Our large breasts collided. The famous futa-reporter gasped as we tumbled to the ground in a splay of limbs. I landed on her and slipped right off, hitting the ground and heading right for the water.
I stopped being slick.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Becca Brittany gasped. “Get her!”
“Right,” Keily shouted, springing up.
I made myself slick as I gained my feet, sand falling off my body, unable to stick to my flesh. Keily lunged at me, the girl’s limber body looking so hot, like a naughty superheroine with her hair fanning out behind her. Then she hit my body, slipped right over my shoulder, and landed on her back behind me.
“Ow,” she groaned.
I leaped at Becca Brittany again. The futa-reporter crouched low, expecting me to slip right over her. Instead, I turned off my slickness on my front and then did the opposite. Instead of being so smooth nothing could grip me, I became the embodiment of friction. My breasts struck hers, almost gluing to them. She tumbled backwards, my body ending up on top of hers, our tits smooched together, nipples throbbing as they kissed.
“Oh, no,” the futa-reporter groaned. She trembled beneath me. I controlled my powers, letting me shift down her body. When her thighs brushed mine, they stuck to my flesh, stopping her from squeezing her legs shut and guarding her pussy. “Hurry, Keily!”
My cock nudged at the folds of the reporter’s twat. I grinned down at her. “I’ve always wanted to fuck your pussy, Becca Brittany, ever since I saw your interview with Dr. Rita.”
“That’s what everyone says!” she groaned then her eyes widened as my girl-cock slid into the famous futa’s snatch.
Our tits, still stuck together, quivered and shook as both of us trembled in delight. I braced myself on my elbows in the soft sand and pumped away at her pussy. I groaned, savoring her delicious cunt wrapped about my shaft. It felt so wonderful. The silky friction caressed my girl-dick pumping away at her depths.
Pleasure crossed her face. Her blue eyes fluttered as she groaned. She wrapped her arms about my body, and I held them in place. She hugged me to her, trapping me against her. I shuddered as I pumped away so hard, ramming my girl-dick into her hot pussy.
“My daughters are going to be so impressed when I tell them I fucked you,” I moaned. “We watch all your shows. It’s just a lesbian orgy in our house until my cock grows at sunset.”
“Glad you’re such fans,” she whimpered. “But you can’t ... do this. I need my futa-cock. For my shows. A fan wouldn’t want to ... to deny my world my futa-cock.”
“And deny my sister and our daughters mine?” I asked. “That would be so cruel. They love my clit-dick.”
“Oh, god, Keily, you’ll have to fuck her. You have to cum faster than she does.”
“I’m on it!” the teenager gasped.
Keily pounced on me. Her lithe body felt so much like one of the twins, the youngest at fourteen in my harem. But neither of them had a futa-cock. Keily’s speared between the cheeks of my ass and rammed into my bowels.
I groaned at the invading shaft filling my bowels. My velvety sheath gripped her dick as she hammered away at me, driving my cock deep into Becca Brittany’s cunt. I groaned, more pleasure shuddering through me.
As good as it felt—and a huge part of me really, really wanted to keep letting Keily fuck my ass—I couldn’t take the chance she’d cum before I did. She was young. She could pop off like a firecracker, hosing my bowels with her cum and defeating me.
I made my bowels supper slick.
“Holy crap!” Keily gasped, her cock hammering so hard and fast into me, my bowels providing no resistance. “That’s the slipperiest thing I’ve ever fucked. Oh, my god, I’m going to explode in her.”
“Good!” groaned Becca Brittany.
Then I bucked my hips hard while slicking the rest of my back and rump. The girl popped right out of my asshole and slipped off my body. She tumbled onto the sands beside me with a grunt. Her futa-dick waved in the air, her entire body trembling.
I just grinned and kissed Becca Brittany on the mouth. I pumped my dick even faster in and out of her cunt, feeling my orgasm build in the depths of my twat. The futa-reporter moaned, kissing me back with such passion, her girl-cock throbbing against my belly, her precum leaking out and staining my flesh.
She ached for me to cum in her. She didn’t care she was about to lose.
Keily Reddings
I lay on my back, dazed by that experience. It had felt incredible for those brief moments pumping away at her slick bowels. No resistance and yet she still stimulated me. My clit-dick had drunk in the delight of plowing as fast as I could thrust into her asshole. I wanted to be back in her.
But how?
How could I overcome her slickness? What could I do? Soon, she’d cum in Becca Brittany, and then come after me. How would I find my older sister then? How could our incestuous love save the day and make everyone happy if I was fucked out of the game?
“Think,” I hissed, stroking my girl-dick, my pussy clenching. I watched the two MILFs writhe beside me. The Arab woman looked so sexy with her dusky skin contrasting with Becca’s tanned flesh. Black hair spilled down to brush the reporter’s blonde curls. Their lips dueled.
They were both having so much fun.
I shoved a hand down to my cum-filled snatch, scooping up some of Becca Brittany’s jizz. I popped it into my mouth, savoring the salty delight seasoned by my tangy musk. I sucked my fingers clean, hungering for more.
No! This wasn’t helping. Think!
How do I make my body sticky and... ? I squirmed on the sand. Wet sand was sticky. But there was something even stickier. Mud. I popped up, staring at the nearby ponds that dotted the land on this side of the river. I darted towards them. Frogs croaked and hopped out of the way in fear as I knelt down by the water.
It didn’t smell foul. In fact, it smelled nice. I shoved my hands into the pond, scooping up the rich, brown mud. It felt so wonderfully gloopy in between my fingers. The type of mud you’d put on at the spa to make your skin feel all nice and smooth and silky.
I rubbed it all over my small breasts. I shuddered, my nipples tingled at the cool caress of it. It felt wonderful on me. I smeared it down to my belly, coating my torso with the sticky substance. It clung to me as I hopped to my feet, my futa-cock swaying before me.
This had to work.
I charged back in, staring at the delicious, dusky rump pumping away. I needed to experience the delight of the Arab MILF’s ass once more. I loved fucking older women, especially my mother. I would give this woman so much pleasure as I plowed her slick bowels until I erupted.
I knew I wouldn’t last long in her. Not with how good she felt.
I reached her and threw myself onto her back. My muddy body smacked against hers. My cock slipped between her butt-cheeks. I found her asshole, my precum-lubed dick burying into her velvety bowels. She felt normal for one heartbeat.
And then she became so slick.
The pleasure surged through my cock. The crown of my dick drank in the gliding friction. It was like fucking the softest Teflon in the world. It gripped my dick in warm heaven. My flesh slapping her rump with my every thrust while my muddy tits clung to her back. She wouldn’t buck me off this time.
“Oh, yes, that’s good,” groaned the Arab MILF.
“Fuck her,” Becca Brittany groaned. “Fuck her so hard, Keily. Defeat her!”
“I will,” I promised, the delight burning through my body. My eyes rolled back into my head, my pussy clenching. Futa-cum leaked out of my snatch, squeezed out as my orgasm came nearer and nearer. This hole was amazing.
Just a few more strokes and I would erupt. I whimpered, my flesh smacking into her rump. The MILF groaned beneath me, lost to the pleasure. She couldn’t help herself. The futa-fairies made us into these horny creatures so we would give them power every time we came.
They needed it. That must be why they made pacts with us. Sexual energy. They fed on it. And so they made us give it to them over and over. I smiled, pounding the Arab MILF so hard, eager to give Bean Sidhe another burst of my sexual energy.
“Yes!” I howled, my clit-dick throbbing.
“No,” the Arab woman moaned and bucked upward as she drew back her hips to fuck Becca Brittany.
Her back became slick. Me and my mud slipped off of her. I gasped then hit face-first into the sand, getting a mouthful of the wet grit. My dick popped right out of her. I rolled over and splashed into the river. I blinked in shock as I sat up, water streaming off of me. I stared at her back and gaped.
Not a single bit of mud remained. It had all slipped off with me.
“Crap!” Now what?
Officer Cindy Matheson
I loved underage cunt. There was something just so wonderful about fucking a teenage trouble-maker’s tight snatch, to feel her silky flesh wrapped about my clit-dick as I plundered her. Dominated her. She writhed beneath me, already lost to the thrill of my fleshy baton reaming her naughty cunt.
“Officer Cindy!” Deidre moaned, her face twisting with rapture, her blue eyes so wide with bliss.
“Ooh, you are as tight as your little sister,” I groaned, loving all those times I visited Washington High where my girlfriend taught English. I’d enjoyed many girls, including Keily. “I’ve fucked her with Marcie before and after she gained her own naughty dick.”
“I know,” she whimpered. “She’s told me. I’ve eaten your cum out of you.”
“And now you get to enjoy the real thing spurting into you,” I panted, my tits swaying above her as I drilled my girl-dick into her steamy depths. “It’s just your lucky day, isn’t it?”
“Yes!” she whimpered, pleasure crossing her face. Her snatch clenched down at me as she then gasped, “No, no, wait! Stop!”
“I can’t do that,” I cooed, the tips of my nipples just grazing her teenage titties. “You’ve been naughty by serving Summer. You need to be punished.”
“What if there was a way...” she panted, her eyes fluttering. “A way that we didn’t have ... lose our cocks. None of us.”
I frowned at her. What was she up to?
“Just stop ... fucking me. Let’s talk. We can ... We can team up. You don’t want to lose your cock.”
“I won’t,” I grinned. “My side’s winning. I just spoke to Ms. Kim. She defeated Cassie or Kimmie. I’ve defeated Dr. Rita. And as soon as I cum in your tight snatch, well, you’ll be out of the game, too. Have you defeated anyone?”
“No,” she moaned. “Come on, please, Officer Cindy. I don’t want to lose my girl-dick.”
“Neither do I!” I panted, plunging into her tight cunt, driving into her sweet depths. “I won’t loose it. I have to punish naughty girls like you. You’re trying to trick me. To get your dick in me.”
“No, no,” she begged, her body twisting, her firm tits jiggling beneath me. “Oh, god, just listen. Please, please!”
“Ooh, keep wiggling like that,” I panted as she squirmed. “You’re going to make me cum so hard in you. I know you’re just aching for it. That wonderful spurt of a futa’s hot seed flooding your snatch, your little pussy going wild, milking out every drop. You crave it.”
“I do!” she whimpered. “Oh, god, I do. But so do you.”
“See!” I hissed. “You are trying to trick me. What a naughty slut. I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Not a ... a trick. The futa-fairies made us this horny. We ... We can do something. Use that against them.”
“Mmm, I’m not going to be tricked by a little temptress,” I groaned. “I’m sorry, but I won’t lose by letting you fuck my cunt with that delicious, teenage dick of yours.” But it would feel so good. Maybe, just for a moment, I could slid my pussy up and down her dick and...
I shook my head, concentrating on her pussy instead. On the grip of it. The silky feel. She was right about one thing, those futas made us so horny. I groaned, my back arching as the pleasure swelled in the depths of my pussy, brewing around my clit.
I had a big load of girl-jizz just aching to fire into her snatch.
She grabbed her futa-dick, giving up her ploy and embracing her final moments as a futa. She stroked her hand up and down her dick, fisting it so hard as she squirmed beneath me. Her back arched as I fucked her on the river bank.
“Mmm, your pussy clenches so hard on my cock when you stroke that naughty girl-dick,” I panted. “Savor it. It’s your last time enjoying that wonderful shaft.”
“Yes,” she whimpered, pumping up and down it. “Ooh, pound me, Officer Cindy. Make me cum! Let me enjoy one last bout of rapture.”
“Sure,” I groaned, savoring her tight cunt, fighting to hold off my orgasm even as her pussy became hotter and hotter. “One last explosion with your futa-dick.”
“Thank you,” she moaned, her face twisting with rapture.
I didn’t answer, enjoying the hot, silky grip of her teenage cunt too much. She whimpered and shuddered, fisting her cock hard. The tip brushed my stomach as I plunged into her delights. Her silky flesh gripped me, sending such pleasure coursing through my body.
My orgasm wanted to explode out of me already, just eager to spurt into her underage snatch. But I held off. I grit my teeth, fighting my orgasm, letting the girl enjoy herself one last time. She was cute, her blue eyes scrunching closed, her fiery hair fanned out on the beach. Some of her tresses had spilled into the water lapping at the shore, they swayed in the slight current of the Year’s Divide.
“God, you are a cutie, Deidre,” I groaned. “Your sister’s must love fucking your body.”
“She does!” the girl panted. “We’ve bred each other.”
“You’re pregnant with a futa’s child?” I groaned, my lusts surging through me. I imagined my own daughter, Amber, pregnant with my child, her teenage belly swollen, a huge smile on her lips. Then Marcie joined her in my imagination, pregnant as well, her girl-dick thrusting out from beneath her fertile swell.
My ovaries wanted to explode. I buried into Deidre’s cunt, fighting my orgasm so hard. I groaned through clenched teeth, my hips thrusting so hard. Her pussy felt so hot. A pregnant pussy. A pregnant futa.
Tamera
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