A pregnant redhead dragged her onto her lap. As with all those who had succumbed to this curse, her clitoris had transformed into an obscene, wrigglin... phallus that had possessed her mind, giving her one purpose—to fuck. Earlier, that weird nun, Sister Britney, had called the affected women “futas”, explaining that anyone they fucked changed within thirty minutes. Rather than resist, however, Chas guided her to her cunt, for their only chance lay in the infected passing out from their. At the mention of fucking Barbi, his prick which had shown no sign of getting smaller began blowing another wad into Mrs. Welch's face. He was on the verge of apologizing for that until she smiled and began to sc**** the slimy shit off her face and suck it from her fingers, hungrily, before ramming his prong back down her throat."Brad, you may have wondered what this would cost you." Uh, oh," he thought. "Here it comes!" Cost?" he stammered. "I don't have any money." Yes, dear, everything in. But also I started to feel very strongly aroused watching him take advantage of my fiancée. And I was drunk. So I just moved to a dark spot near them and watched with a mix of fear, shame, and strong sexual arousal.Once he had her alone in that dark corner she submitted her body to him completely. He pressed her against the wall and bent down and started kissing her on the mouth. She initially hesitated but he held her close and kept kissing her and after a few minutes she parted her lips. Underneath it was a matching bra that dipped between her breasts.Feeling almost reverent, Laura lowered her face and kissed the valley between Randi's breasts. "God, you are beautiful," she murmured."You said that already," Randi teased. "I'm not as beautiful as you are, Miz Laura. You the one who the white goddess all the mens want to be eatin' alive."Laura was busy unclasping Randi's wide belt, then unbuttoning her skirt, carefully removing it. She laid it with the coat on her bedroom chair..