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206. WFF Futa's Naughty Hitchhiking

The World's First Futa–Futa's Naughty Hitchhiking Chapter One: Futa's First Innocent Delight

The World's First Futa

Futa's Naughty Hitchhiking

Chapter One: Futa's First Innocent Delight

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Hermaphrodite/Females, Virgin, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Hot Wife, Cheating, Cuckolding, Breeding, Creampie

Description: While hitchhiking, Becky, the world's first futa, discvoers virgin delight amid a Christian family.

Description: Becky, the world's first futa, comes across a convent full of innocent nuns to enjoy!

Description: Becky, the world's first futa, gets quite the shock when a church wants her to breed four barely legal virgins!

April 17th, 2047

My futa-cock erupted.

My girl-jizz fired into Adelia's hungry mouth. My hand dug into her black hair, mussing her perfectly coiffed do as she swallowed my spunk. Every blast sent jolts of rapture zapping into my mind while winds of ecstasy howled out of my pussy. Her fingers plunged into my convulsing cunt, teasing me as my pleasure surged through me.

"BECKY!" cheered the studio audience. "BECKY!"

"We love you, Becky!" another woman screamed.

"Let me drink your cum!"

"Breed me!"

"No, no, breed me!"

"Go, Mom!" cried out one of my many, many futa-daughters.

"Oh, god," I groaned, my head lolling back on the interview couch on the sound stage of Adelia's talk show. It was streamed out on the internet on one of the biggest content networks. My feet drummed on the floor, my breasts heaved beneath my blouse. "Yes!"

"Thirty seconds," the male producer called, standing by one of the three cameras filming us.

"Uh-huh," I whimpered. We were on a commercial break. I think the fifth since I started talking about my life, the world looking back on the last thirty years since I became the first futa.

My dick spurted a final time into Adelia's mouth. The biracial woman purred in delight as she popped her lips off my dick. Her tongue fluttered out, gathering some of the spunk leaking out of the corners of her lips.

"Mmm, yum," she groaned.

"You missed some," I purred, my body buzzing on euphoria.

The studio audience let out loud "oooooooohhhhhhssssss" as I kissed Adelia, my tongue flicking out to gather my salty jizz. I savored the taste of my own girl-spunk. I whimpered as she pulled her fingers out of my pussy and brought them up to our lips.

My sweet musk coated her digits, seasoning our kiss with something delicious.

"And we're live in five," the producer said, "four."

We broke the kiss.

"Three."

I shoved my skirt down over my softening futa-dick, thrusting from the folds of my pussy where my clit used to be. I shivered as the cloth rasped about the sensitive tip. I shifted, crossing my legs as the producer mouthed, "One."

The camera's red lights came on.

I put on a smile, feeling the world, and my wife standing just off-stage, watching me.

"We're back with President Becky Woodward," Adelia said, her voice smooth. You couldn't tell at all that she had just been sucking my dick. "She's joined us to take a retrospective look back on her life on her forty-eighty birthday."

"Glad to be here," I said, my legs crossed, my body almost floating off the couch from my orgasmic high. "It's always such a pleasure. I always feel so welcomed here."

A laugh rippled through the studio audience while Adelia licked her lips. "Mmm, I wonder why that is," she said with a mysterious tone. "Now, before our break, we had covered your college career, and you were going to regale us with some of your adventures during your hobo phase."

"Hobo…" I giggled. "Well, I didn't have stick over my shoulder with the handkerchief bundle tied to it, but… Yeah, I spent a while hitchhiking. I graduated from the University of Washington in early June of 2021 and headed south down Old Highway 99, the scenic route to California. I wasn't in a hurry, just bumbling along."

"Breeding women?" Adelia arched an eyebrow.

"Oh, yes, I left a string of happy, pregnant women in my wake," I said. "Eventually, I reached San Diego and struck out east, crossing Arizona and New Mexico. I was in Western Texas on Highway 84 when I met Jackson Pelley."

I could still remember the heat of the day, the dust in the air. I closed my eyes and drifted back to that day.

"He was kind enough to offer me a ride."

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July 23rd, 2021

I broiled in the Texan sun. It was afternoon and I was regretting not staying with that trio of girls I met at the Best Western. I left all three of them with buns in the ovens and each eager to try out for Ms. Bred 2022. Thinking I'd find a ride, soon, I headed southeast from the motel down the highway in my jean skirt and cowboy boots, my t-shirt tied just below my round tits, leaving my tanned stomach exposed. I had my Stetson hat perched on my head.

I was adapting to Texas.

But as the day wore on, I hardly saw a car, and none of them pulled over to give me a ride. If it wasn't for the oppressive heat and the fact I was quickly running out of bottle water, I wouldn't have been worried. After walking every day for over a month, I was in the best shape of my life. Not even as a cheerleader were my legs so toned, my body so slender.

"Come on," I muttered as I heard the approach of the vehicle. I turned around, my thumb stuck out as I walked backwards down the gravel shoulder. On either side of me were sere fields of golden grass dotted with lethargic cattle. "Please, stop."

The road was straight, the land flat. I could see the car coming for miles, sun reflecting off the glass. It felt like an eternity for it to reach me. An eternity broiling in the sun. Sweat soaked my shirt, molding to my round breasts. More trickles ran down my spine and poured off my forehead.

A faded-blue, beat-up truck pulled up. One of those big Ford ones that in the city I'd say the guy was overcompensating but out here… This truck looked like it worked every day since the driver bought it. Jubilation surged through me as it slowed.

I didn't even care that it had a big sticker on the passenger door that read, "Ask me about my Lord and Savior" nor the bible verses plastered on the bumper. Right now, I could listen to all manner of lectures about my soul if it meant getting in an air conditioned cab.

The pickup truck stopped. The passenger window rolled down. An older man with wings of gray streaking through his short hair peered at me. He had a ruddy face, tanned to leather by working in the sun. He wore a plaid shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, his arms hairy and tan. He peered at me past a bold nose.

"Need a ride, little lady?" he asked in that polite, Texas droll.

"Hell yeah," I said.

He grinned. "Then get your keister on in."

I wrenched open the door and hauled in, dropping my denim backpack on my feet as I settled into the seat. I slammed the door closed and groaned as the arctic air blasting out of the vents spilled across my tits and bare stomach.

"You're a lifesaver," I groaned, leaning forward to savor the cool air.

"Naw, just bein' a good Christian," he said and pulled back into the highway. He drove relaxed, one hand on the steering wheel. "Names Jackson. Jackson Pelley."

"Becky Woodward."

He gave me a smile. "Please to meet ya, Becky. Ya bound for anywhere in particular?"

"Just drifting," I said and leaned back against the seat. The sweat was starting to dry on my face, making me feel in desperate need of a shower.

"Right, right," he nodded his head. "Aimless, huh? Haven't felt the Lord touch your heart and guide ya where you need to be?"

"Not yet," I said.

"Unless… wonderin' down the highway's just where ya need to be."

I gave him a look. "I don't mean to be rude, but I am not in the mood for a sermon. I mean, if it's the price for the ride, okay, but…"

"Fair 'nough," he said. Then his phone beeped. I hadn't noticed it in a holder suction-cupped to the dashboard. It was a fairly new smartphone. He reached out, fiddling with the screen, checking something on it. When I first started walking, I thought of country people as simple. But it turned out they were as plugged into smart phones and apps and stuff as much as people in Seattle.

"I'm headin' home myself," he said. "Should be gettin' there 'round supper time. I'm sure my daughter and the missus'll have whipped somethin' up."

"Oh, you're married?" I asked, perking up. A tingle ran through my futa-cock. I'd gone most of the day without any pussy.

"To my Deb," he said. "Mighty fine lass." His smile grew. "Courted her in school and married her as soon as we graduated. We was the same age as our adopted daughter, Scarlett."

"Pretty name," I said. "So she's… eighteen? Scarlett?"

Nodded his head. "Blossomed into a right pretty flower."

"That's wonderful," I said, my hips squirming.

"We had to adopt on account of my wife's problems," he continued. "Poor thang. Would ya believe she got the uterine cancer at fourteen?"

"Oh, wow," I said.

"But she pulled through and emerged stronger for it, thank the Lord."

I nodded my head. "Yeah."

"But it meant no kids. But we were lucky. We adopted Scarlett when she was a little babe, and raised her as our own." He gave me a look. "Deb may not be her biological mother, but no women ain't ever loved a girl more."

"Mmm," I said, shifting my thighs, trying to hide my growing erection swelling the boy short style panties I wore beneath my jean skirt. "Just lovely."

"Well, since you're just driftin', I feel obliged to ask you to supper."

"That sounds perfect," I said. A mother and her adopted daughter? I knew I would have fun tonight.

His phone beeped again. He swiped the screen on, driving with one eye on the road. It was straight and we were the only vehicle, so I didn't comment about how unsafe this was. A map appeared on his screen, almost like Google Maps but…

I frowned. It was a tracker. There were little notes on it. And my picture in a little circle by one of them. There was a text bubble sticking out. My brow furrowed as I read, "Becky spotted at Muleshoe Best Western, confirmed by 3 girls."

I blinked. "What the fuck?"

A look of guilt flashed across his face. "Well… You see…"

"Are you… tracking me?" I demanded. I grabbed his phone off the holder and stared at it. "Is this an app that… Holy shit, it is tracking me."

"It collates reports 'bout your movements," he said. "Like I said, maybe God has a plan for ya being on this highway. For us meetin'."

"Because you used an app to learn I was heading east out of Muleshoe, Texas and heading down Highway 84?" I demanded, giving him a hard look.

"God works in mysterious ways," he said, something almost feverish entering his eyes. "Like with ya, Becky."

"Me?" I squirmed.

"Yes, ya. You're a miracle. Somethang new. It's so clear. The way you're spreadin' life. God has changed us. I don't know why, but you're His agent, Becky."

I gaped at him.

"Life is so precious, and it gets spent so cheaply. But then you come along, and you're creatin' so much of It. It ain't natural the way every woman you lie with conceives a child. What other reason can there be than God's blessin' quickenin' their wombs with your seed, creatin' a new generations of daughters to spread across the world.

"You're the new Eve, Becky. The new Adam, too. You're combined. It's wondrous."

I didn't know what to say. He spoke with such fervent heat. Such conviction.

"That's why I sought ya out. Me and the missus both agree. We need ya to share that miracle with our daughter."

My brow furrowed. "Wait, what?"

"We want you to bless our daughter's womb with your divine seed," he said. "No man's ever lain with her. She's pure. She's ready to be a vessel for your holy essence. She's waitin' for you, our Scarlett. She's eager for it."

A wave of heat washed through me. My futa-dick reached its full mass. I never enjoyed a proper virgin. So many girls had sex in high school these days, and since I never touched a girl who wasn't eighteen, I never had that sublime joy. But… this Scarlett… This man's daughter was waiting to be bred. Waiting for my futa-seed.

My dick was so hard.

"I'll do it," I moaned. "I'll… I'll give her my miraculous seed. I'll breed her."

"Amen," breathed Jackson. "Amen!"

An eagerness gripped me to get to his house. My futa-dick bulged my jean skirt. I didn't bother hiding it from him. He knew what I was. He knew what I would do. He was so eager for it. I squeezed my dick, my lusts brimming through me. My pussy soaked my panties. A virgin and her adopted mother.

It was a shame I wouldn't breed Deb, but I knew I would enjoy her anyways.

The rest of the trip was a blur of anticipation. I couldn't wait to get there. He texted his wife, letting them know we were on the way. My excitement mounted when he pulled off the highway down a long, gravel road. In the distance, a white farmhouse rested on a little knoll with a huge oak tree beside it.

Figures appeared on the porch.

I licked my lips, staring ahead at the Pelley woman. Mother and her adopted daughter both in conservative dresses, the mother's dark maroon, the daughter's light blue with yellow flowers. The mother was a tall woman, her dark-brown hair spilling about a mature but beautiful face, her figure willowy beneath her skirt. I could see the swell of her large breasts as Jackson pulled his truck up before the house. My hands ached to touch them.

And then I gazed at the daughter and groaned.

She stood with such blushing innocence on her face. Her brown hair was gathered in a braid that hung off her left shoulder and spilled down to her modest bosom. She was lithe and slender, looking so sweet and delicious.

"It's really her?" Deb asked as I opened the door and climbed out.

"Yes, it is," Jackson said, approaching his wife and embracing her. "She's gonna give our daughter a miracle."

"Yes, I am," I purred, staring at the virgin girl.

Her dark eyes widened. A shiver raced through her. Then she let out a squeak and darted inside, the screen door banging shut behind her. I shivered, my futa-dick throbbing beneath my tight skirt. I wiggled my hips, resisting the urge to grope myself.

"She's a shy one," Deb said, her cheeks already blossoming with red spots. Her eyes flicked down to my bulging skirt. "Oh, my, it's just like they say about you."

"Just like it," I said. "As you can see, I'm so eager to breed your daughter."

The wife just whimpered.

Her husband nudged her. "Deb, why don't ya show Becky to the guest room. I imagine she'd like to freshen up before…"

"I'd kill for a shower. I want to be smelling sweet for your daughter," I said, still bemused that these clearly fundamental Christians didn't have a problem with this at all. Wasn't this close to homosexuality for them? And what about no premarital sex?

"Right, right," Deb said. She broke away from her husband. "This way, Becky, honey."

She took my arm. I smelled a flowery scent, not a perfume but more like potpourri, rising about her. It was pleasant. She led me into the farmhouse. The hardwood floors were polished and gleaming, but looked old, faded. The house must be a hundred years or more old. It creaked as we headed up the stairs.

She trembled beside me but… I didn't feel that uncontrollable lust pouring off of her. If she truly didn't have a womb… if she couldn't ovulate… Maybe she wouldn't go into heat. And yet… I felt her trembling. She kept glancing at me, licking her lips. Her large breasts rose and fell.

I gave her a smile. "Your daughter must be so eager for this."

"I've heard that… girls are possessed by the Holy Spirit and driven to lie with you. That they need to experience your divine gift." Her words carried a hit of fervent fire, like her husband. Her arm tightened in mind. "I imagine she was overwhelmed by it."

"It'll be best if she… enjoys me as soon as possible," I said, my futa-dick throbbing. "She might be masturbating right now, so overwhelmed with… the Spirit for me."

The motherly woman's cheeks blushed darker. She nodded her head. "I can… believe that. I'll have her waitin' in your room once you're down showering."

I gave her a smile. "It would probably be best if you were there. To watch over her. It's her first time. She might be scared, too."

Deb gave me a sharp look. "I… I… No, no, this is a private thing."

"It's really not," I told her. "If you were there, helping her, relaxing her, well, it'll be such a… a holy time for her."

"Holy," the woman choked. She licked her lips again as we walked down the second floor hallway. "Yes, yes." She stopped at an open door, a small room inside, the walls covered in wallpaper adorned with dusty-pink roses. A bed with a mauve comforter lay beside an old, battered nightstand. "This is you. Bathroom's that door there at the end. We'll… We'll be ready for you."

My pussy clenched. My dick throbbed. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips, bringing a gasp from her, then I broke away and sauntered down the hallway, my cowboy boots thudding away. I felt her eyes on me as I vanished into the bathroom.

I set the world's speed record for showering.

I tore my clothes off, hopped in beneath the spray, and scrubbed myself with the bar of soap, my blonde hair getting soaked in the process. I didn't care how mused it got. Not when I had a mother and her virgin, adopted daughter to enjoy. My dick thrust so hard before me, begging to be touched. It bounced and swayed beneath the falling water as I scrubbed my body clean of sweat.

When I hopped out, I felt reborn. Rejuvenated. The exhaustion of a day spent in the Texas heat melted away and washed down the drain. I was ready to breed the eighteen-year-old virgin and put a "miracle" baby in her belly.

And why not a miracle? No one could explain how my futa-cock worked. Pheromones seemed to trigger some sort of hormonal process in women that caused rapid ovulation. I fired so much sperm when I ejaculated that I could breed a dozen wombs with a single cum. Nor could the doctors explain why I grew a dick.

They called me a genetic abnormality. And one that, too my knowledge, was passed on to the thousands of daughters I had. Nearly four years of breeding three or more women a day added up fast.

I didn't bother putting on clothes. I emerged from the shower naked. Jackson stood at the end of the hallway. The Texan rancher gaped at the sight of my wet, naked body, my breasts jiggling as I walked, my futa-cock thrusting out of my blonde bush. My huge girl-dick swayed before me as I rolled my hips.

"I'm going to breed your daughter," I told him. "Don't be surprised if your wife starts moaning, either. Things are going to get… sinful in there."

He swallowed, nodded then adjusted his own bulge. It wasn't nearly as impressive as mine. Whatever pheromones I produced made men so docile and uncaring that I was cuckolding them and breeding their women.

Sometimes, it made them eager for it like my friend, Chris. He loved watching me fuck his fiancee, Tiffany.

"Jackson," I said, giving him a nod, so eager to enjoy his wife and daughter.

He turned and marched down the stairs.

Smiling, I sauntered to the guest bedroom. The door was closed. My girl-dick pulsed with the beat of my heart as I stopped before it. I took a moment, savoring the anticipation. Juices trickled down my thighs, making me tremble. I loved that feeling.

I seized the doorknob, twisted, and thrust through the open door in the small bedroom. Scarlett gasped, sitting up on the bed. She was wearing a nightgown, thin, white cloth that went all the way down to her ankles and only had a little round cleavage, covering most of her body. Her nipples pressed hard against the cloth. She sat up, her feet pulling back as she bent her legs.

Her eyes stared at my naked body. Her tongue flicked across her lips as she drank in my body. Her cheeks blossomed crimson as her eyes traveled down my body, past my round breasts. Then she found my girl-dick. Her body froze. Her eyes widened. She shuddered and let out a little, whimpering moan.

"Oh, my word," gasped her mother standing in the corner of the room. The older woman clapped her hands over her mouth. "You're… you're…"

"A futa," I said, grabbing my girl-dick as I advanced on the bed, my girl-dick bobbing before me. Scarlett's eyes followed the progress as I reached the bed. "And I am so hard to breed your daughter."

"Yes, you are," Deb said, her voice so strained.

"Mom," whimpered Scarlett. "She's… she's… Big!"

"I know," Deb said. "But don't worry, honey. Ya can take her. So many women have. She'll give you her miracle child. Ya'll be fulfillin' the Lord's plan for the world."

"Yes, you will," I told the girl as I crawled onto the bed. My hand landed on her knee.

She let out a little whimper.

"Just relax," I told her, grabbing the skirt of her nightgown. I drew it up her legs, exposing more and more of her shapely calves. "I'm going to love you. I'm going to show you just how wonderful this is.

"You're going to quiver and writhe and experience such bliss." I smiled, drawing her nightgown's skirt past her knees. "Your body will melt."

"Melt?" she gasped.

I winked at her as I pressed the skirt down her thighs, exposing her silky, bare flesh. "Now let's get this nightgown off so I can love you. I'm going to savor every bit of you. Okay?"

She nodded her head, her cheeks still blushing. Her innocence made my futa-cock throb so hard. Her panties came into sight, these plain, white delights that were somehow more exciting than anything racy or sensual. Their virginal quality made it so exciting. These panties weren't worn to be seen. She didn't choose something sexy to excite me. She never intended anyone to witness them.

And yet I was, and that made them… arousing.

She lifted her rump to let me draw her nightgown past her waist. I exposed her pale stomach and leaned forward. As I kissed up her body, she shuddered. Her stomach tensed for a moment, her silky skin so warm. I smooched higher and higher, chasing the nightgown. I reached her ribs then…

I exposed her small breasts.

I let out a moan of delight at the sight of her small breasts. They were pink and hard. I nuzzled the bottom swell of her tit. My mouth climbed. She let out a whimper. I reached her nipple. My tongue swept out around her small areola. She let out a gasp at the contact. Then I engulfed her nub and sucked so hard.

"Oh… Oh, my," the virgin gasped, squirming. She stared down at me, her brown eyes wide. "That's… that's…"

I could feel her adopted mother watching me from behind as I loved this nipple. I sucked so hard on it, my hands pressing up the nightgown. She lifted her arms as I sucked on her nub. It passed her head. She finished taking it off as my hands cupped her breasts. I squeezed and kneaded her little handfuls, my futa-dick throbbing as I sucked and nibbled and loved her nub.

Her sweet moans were so exciting. My sucks and smacking lips echoed through the room, merging with her gasps. I popped off her right nipple and engulfed the other. I sucked on it hard, making her back arch.

I pressed her down onto the bed as I loved her nipple, staring up at her. She trembled, her face squirming. Her arms were stiff at her side. I popped my mouth off her nub, staring at her, my blonde hair falling past my face to caress her nipples.

"It's okay," I told her, kneading her firm titties. "Just relax."

"I… I'm trying… It's just…" She swallowed. "You're just so… so beautiful and.. .and… I'm… Y'know… Down there…"

I smiled. Then I glanced at her mother. Deb watched, her cheeks as red as her daughter. It was so naughty to see that motherly face looking so flustered. She had her hands rubbing before her, her body trembling in her conservative dress.

"Why don't you come help me relax her," I told Deb, holding out my hand to her. "Let's make sure she's not tense. I'm huge. I don't want to hurt her when I take her virginity. I'm sure you remember your first time."

Deb swallowed. "Well…"

I beckoned my fingers to her. "Help me relax her. We're going to make your daughter feel good so she won't have any pain."

"You mean…" The woman licked her lips. "You want me to… to touch her. It's a sin."

"Why?" I arched an eyebrow. "Because you're a woman."

She nodded her head.

"I'm a woman," I said. "Yes, I have a dick, but… I have a pussy, too. And breasts." I squeezed her daughter's tits with my left hand, my right still beckoning. "If it's okay for me, why not you?"

"I… I'm her mother. I raised her from a baby." She took a step towards me.

"But aren't I holy?" I asked. "Didn't the Lord send me here. How can anything we do in here be a sin? I mean, does the bible say a mother can't lie with her daughter."

"Not… specifically," she said, taking another step. "It only mentions fathers and… daughters. Mothers and… sons."

"Right, right," I said as took another step. She was almost to me. "So this isn't wrong, right?"

"Well…"

"Mom?" Scarlett asked, her voice tight.

The older woman took that last step. My hand seized hers. I pulled her towards her adopted daughter. She groaned as I dragged her down onto the bed. Her dark-brown hair spilled about her red face as she settled down beside her daughter. She licked her lips as I pulled her down lower and lower.

"Help her relax," I said. "Let's play with her nipples."

"I shouldn't," the woman whispered as I guided her closer and closer to her daughter's right nipple. "It's… It's…"

Mother engulfed her daughter's nipple. She sucked. Scarlett moaned. Her eyes were so wide. She shuddered and wiggled her hips. I smiled at the taboo sight. Deb closed her eyes as she loved her daughter's nub. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked over and over.

"Mmm, that's it," I purred and attacked her dress.

As mother sucked on her daughter's nipple, my hands went to work. I unbuttoned her dress as she made her daughter gasp and whimper. The sweet sounds only made my pussy wetter and my dick ached and throbbed.

I exposed the mother's breasts clad in a beige bra. Her large tits swayed as I drew them down. She didn't fight me, lost to sucking on her daughter's nub. After I pulled her dress's sleeves off her arms, her hands grasped her daughter's breasts. She squeezed and kneaded them, making the virgin moan and gasp.

"Mom," the girl whimpered as her adopted mother loved her. "Oh, Mom, that's… that's… making me so… so…"

"Wet?" I asked, pulling her mother's dress off her hips, exposing a pair of beige, boring panties. But like her daughter's, it was exciting seeing this married woman's underwear. She swore to be faithful to her husband and…

I was about to enjoy Deb.

Dress off, I attacked her panties. The married woman moaned about her daughter's nipple. She whimpered as my mouth kissed at her tailbone. I followed her panties down, kissing into her butt-crack. I tasted her skin as I went lower and lower, that flowery scent filling my nose mixed with the sour musk of her asshole and the spicy aroma of her hot cunt.

She gasped as I kissed her asshole. I flicked my tongue around her sphincter as I drew her panties down her thighs. She wiggled her hips as I kissed lower, into her taint. Her dark-brown bush tickled my lips.

And then I was nuzzling at her married cunt.

"Oh, oh, Becky," the wife moaned. "That's… that's… what are ya doin'?"

"Loving your pussy," I moaned and took a hot swipe through her pussy, gathering the spicy juices spilling out of her. I felt her hot labia, loving the feel of her petals on my tongue. I licked again, making her gasp. My hands yanked her panties off her feet as my tongue probed into her depths.

I shuddered and fluttered my tongue through her depths. I stirred through her, making her wiggle and groan. Her daughter moaned. I heard the wet sucking as she worshiped her daughter's nipple, reveling in her taboo pleasure. Her juices flowed as her excitement grew faster and faster.

I squeezed her plump rump, fucking my tongue as deep as I could into her snatch. Her juices dribbled down my thighs. She was so wet. I knew she never got this wet for her husband. She would remember tonight for the rest of her life.

But we had her daughter to attend to, as well. I had a wicked idea.

I pulled away from her pussy and moved up the bed. She kept sucking hard, her mouth sealed over her daughter's areola. I unhooked her bra, drawing it off her shoulders. Her large tits dangled, her dark-red nipples thrusting hard from her wide areolas.

"Mmm," I purred, grabbing her dark hair and tugging her from her daughter's nipple. I pushed apart her daughter's thighs, staring at her white panties. "We need to attend to her down here. We need to get her wet."

"By… by…" Deb's eyes flicked up to me.

"Yep," I told her as I hooked her daughter's panties and tugged them down, exposing a soft-brown bush dripping with virginal passion. "We have to feast on her."

Scarlett gasped as I hauled her panties off her legs fast and hard. I tossed her panties to the side as her scent filled the room. I licked my lips. That delicious scent filled my nose. It made me tremble. My heart beat so fast in my chest as I tossed her panties away and pushed open her thighs. Her mother turned, staring down at her daughter's furred muff.

"Let's love her," I moaned, staring at Deb. "Let's make her feel good. Like I did for your pussy."

Together, we lowered our faces to her daughter's snatch. Her dark-brown hair drifted across her daughter's stomach while my blonde locks brushed Scarlett's pale thighs. I smelled the virgin's tart musk. It was such a delight.

I nuzzled into Scarlett's pussy while her mother kissed at her pubic mound, rubbing her mouth into her daughter's bush. I shuddered, my tongue fluttering out, gathering the virgin's tart passion, caressing her pussy lips, making her shudder and gasp and…

I brushed her hymen.

I groaned, my tongue probing against her maidenhead. My body shivered. She had a cherry. I could feel it. My dick would pop it. I groaned, fluttering my tongue against it. I gathered her tart juices while her mother kissed closer and closer to the top of her daughter's slit.

I pulled my mouth away, letting Deb nuzzled into her adopted daughter's cunt. The mother, her eyes squeezed shut, flicked her tongue out. She dragged it down her daughter's slit. I shuddered at the forbidden sight of her feasting on that naughty sight.

"That's it," I purred to Deb. "Mmm, yes, just devour her."

It was so exciting witnessing this woman surrender to her passions. She licked and lapped at her adopted daughter, feasting with long strokes, making her virgin daughter gasp and shudder. I trembled, moving around her, my dick so hard.

My hands grabbed her rear. I guided her, moving her to the side until she was straddling her daughter's face. Deb was lost to her lust now. It was so hot to witness this Christian woman, consumed with lesbian delights, making her daughter gasp and moan.

Scarlett stared at her mother's dark bush right before her face. She licked her lips as she squirmed. I smiled at her. "What are you waiting for?" I purred, my dick so hard. "Eating your mother's pussy will help you relax. Get you ready for this."

I shook my big dick at her. She shuddered, her face scrunching. "It… it does feel… nice. She's makin' my…"

"Pussy?"

"Yes, yes, she's makin' my pussy feel so good and…" She buried her face into her mother's dark bush, licking with such fervor.

It was so delicious to corrupt them. I loved the sight. It made me so hard. I couldn't wait any longer. As the naughty virgin licked and lapped at her mother's pussy, I brought my dick to the MILF's married snatch.

Scarlett gasped. Her tongue flicked out, brushing the tip of my cock as it nuzzled into her mother's bush. I shuddered at the wicked touch. Then I felt the wife's hot flesh. I shuddered, so eager to fuck her. To pound her.

Deb's head snapped up. She shot a look at me. "W-what are ya doin', Becky?"

"Lubing my cock for your daughter," I told her and thrust. "That okay?"

"Yes!" Deb gasped, her eyes widening as I pumped in and out of her.

Her pussy squeezed down on my dick. I groaned and shuddered. Such heat surged through me. It was so incredible. Her married snatch squeezed down on me while her daughter's tongue fluttered against us. She licked and lapped around her mother's folds spread wide to engulf my dick. I groaned, pistoning away hard. My crotch smacked into her rump, making her butt-cheeks jiggle.

She squirmed and gasped on her daughter, eating her as I fucked her hard. Her pussy clenched down on my dick, making me groan. It was so great. After going most of the day without pussy, it was wonderful to be in her married cunt.

"Yes, yes, yes, you're getting me ready to breed your daughter!" I groaned, thrusting so hard. I pumped away with such fervor. I drove my girl-dick hard into her silky depths. It was such a hot delight. "Going to plant a miracle baby in her womb. My futa-daughter!"

"Yes!" the mother moaned, her pussy squeezing down on my dick.

"Yes, yes, yes, Mom," moaned the virgin. Her tongue lapped at my dick and brushed my pussy folds. Pleasure rippled through me. "Get me ready for her! Keep… keep licking my pussy. You're making me feel so good."

"Yes!" I growled, thrusting harder, pleasure rippling through my body. "Make your daughter cum! Get her so wet and juicy for my futa-cock!"

"I am!" Deb moaned, her hips wiggling, stirring her pussy around on my dick while her daughter's tongue fluttered around Deb's cunt and my girl-dick. It was so hot feeling the virgin's licking, caressing me. "I'm going to make my daughter cum so hard!"

"Good," I whimpered, pumping away so hard.

The silky friction built my orgasm swift. This was so exciting to have such a religious woman lost to lesbian passion, cuckolding her husband on my dick. Her pussy clenched down on my thrusting futa-cock, driving me closer and closer to my eruption.

Scarlett's tongue lapped into my pussy every time I rammed my girl-dick into her mother's cunt. The virgin's brushes sent flutters of delight through me, meeting with the rapture rushing down my shaft. I whimpered, my ovaries growing tighter and tighter.

Then a chain reaction happened.

"Mom!" squealed the virgin. "Oh, Mom… I think… I think I'm having an orgasm. Oh, Lord! Oh, my Lord, that's amazing!"

"Yes!" gasped the mother. "You're… You're bathing my faces in your juices and… Lord, have mercy, yes!"

I gasped as the mother joined her daughter. Her cunt rippled about my dick. I groaned as the pleasure danced around my shaft. It was incredible. This hot, silky delight that bathed my dick in such heavenly pleasure. My back arched, my tits heaving before me as I buried into her. My pussy clenched.

I erupted.

My cum fired into the married woman's snatch. As she screamed her pleasure into her daughter's cunt, I filled her pussy with my jizz. Pleasure shot through me. Fast and hard. My pussy convulsed. Juices poured out of me as my futa-spunk pumped over and over into Deb's snatch. I swayed, stars bursting across my eyes.

"You're flooding me!" gasped Deb. "Oh, Lord, that's so hot!"

"Uh-huh," I groaned through the pleasure as I fired the last of my jizz into her. Then I ripped out of her and…

Groaned as Scarlett buried her face into her mother's pussy and lapped up my salty cum flowing out of Deb. I shuddered, my soaked dick throbbing. I needed more pleasure. The sight was so inspiring. I had to cum more. I had to fuck the virgin.

I moved around the bed in a flash. Deb lifted her face from her daughter's now soaked bush. Juices dripped off the MILF's face. Her glassy, dark eyes met mine. Then she saw my dick dripping in her cream.

"Yes, yes, breed my daughter!" she gasped as she snagged my dick and brought it to Scarlett's virgin pussy. "Do it! Take her virginity and give her a miracle!"

"Yes," I whimpered, loving the mother rubbing my dick into her adopted daughter's hymen. "I'm going to pop her cherry!"

Deb just shuddered, her hips wiggling as her daughter feasted on the creampie I made in the MILF's cunt. She pushed me against Scarlett's maidenhead. I felt that thin membrane standing between me and untouched depths.

I thrust.

Her cherry popped.

Scarlett moaned into her mother's pussy. I gasped as the incredible, tight cunt engulfed my girl-cock. My body shuddered as I slid deeper and deeper into her untouched pussy. No other cock had ever been in her pussy. No toy. No fingers. Nothing but my futa-dick.

It was incredible. Such a rush of delight shot through me. My back arched, my tits heaving before me. My pussy clenched as the virgin squeezed her tight, silky sheath about my dick. She squirmed and gasped, moaning into her mother's snatch.

"Yes, yes, yes, breed her!" hissed the mother, staring up at me as she ground her cum-filled snatch on her adopted daughter's feasting mouth. "Ooh, breed her as she eats my pussy. She's licking all your jizz out of my… my cunt!"

"Yes!" I groaned, drawing back my dick. It was so incredible feeling the silky friction engulfed around my cock. I whimpered, the pleasure racing through my body. I shook and shuddered, my hips undulating as I pumped, stirring my dick through her pussy.

She squealed. Her hands griped her mother's plump ass I fucked her. I thrust over and over, savoring the silky friction that shot through me. My pussy grew hotter and hotter as I plowed into her. The pleasure swelled around my ovaries.

"I'm going to breed you, Scarlett!" I groaned. "I'm going to give you a baby!"

"Oh, yes!" she moaned into her mother's pussy. "Please, please, I want that!"

"Breed my little girl!" She kissed at my belly as I fucked her adopted daughter's deflowered cunt. "Please, please! Pump your futa-cum into her!"

I shuddered as her mouth kissed to my bellybutton. Her tongue probed my divot as I plowed her daughter. Naughty tingles raced down to my juicy cunt and my dick throbbing in her daughter's cunt. Dizzy rapture surged through me, euphoric waves that drove me closer and closer to my orgasm.

That need to cum in this deflowered pussy gripped me. I had to breed this eighteen-year-old girl. I hammered her so hard. I fucked into her tight, silky depths with every ounce of power I had. My tits bounced and moaned.

"Becky!" the girl groaned. "Oh, yes, yes, yes! I'm going to cum! I'm going to explode on your futa-dick and… Yes!"

The girl's once-pure pussy spasmed about my dick. I groaned as her flesh spasmed around me. It was incredible. She moaned into her mother's pussy. The MILF snapped her head up. Her tits swayed before her as she screamed out in rapture. Another orgasm burst through her, too. She bathed her daughter's face in her juices again.

It was so hot.

"Breed my little girl!"

"Amen!" I cried out, feeling more religious now than I ever had. "Thank you, Lord!"

I slammed into her daughter's pussy. Her massaging sheath pleasured my dick. The ache at the crown of my girl-cock erupted. My futa-jizz spurted into her fertile depths. I shuddered, pumping my seed into her, planting my baby into her body.

The pleasure slammed into my mind. I gasped and groaned. I swayed from side to side. The rapture drowned my mind. Such taboo delight flooded through me. Mother and daughter gasped and screamed with me, filling the room with such hot passion.

My cock kept erupting as her pussy massaged my dick. Her convulsing, once-pure sheath drew so much futa-cum out of me. I spilled it into her. I gave her enough seed to breed an entire church worth of virgins.

"Praise the Lord!" the mother howled, her eyes dazed.

Then she kissed me. Hard. Her lips stained with her daughter's tart pussy. Our tongues swirled together as we shuddered in pleasure, using her adopted daughter to please us. It was so delicious. It was so wild. So hot. I loved this.

I spurted my last blast of futa-cum into the daughter's fertile depths.

I broke the kiss, grinning at the mother. "Mmm, wasn't that delicious?"

"Yes," she groaned, her eyes dazed. "It was amazin'!"

"And… to make sure she is pregnant, we need to spend all night pleasuring her."

Such lust shone in her eyes. "Praise the Lord!"

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April 17th, 2047

"Is this the source of your virgin a day ritual?" Adelia asked.

"I did get a taste of cherry cunt that day," I said and the studio audience laughed.

My poor girl-dick was so sore. Talking about my life kept getting me so hard. I squeezed my thighs, my pussy on fire. I fought the urge to whip out my dick and stroke it. We'd never get through the story of my life if I couldn't control my urges.

"Though it took a long time to get to the point where I could enjoy that," I said. "But it did give girls a reason to keep their hymens intact, so I helped to cut down on teenage pregnancies."

Adelia gave me a smile. "How did Jackson react to what happened?"

"He wouldn't admit it, but I'm certain he jerked off over and over. I left one happy family. They introduced me to other families of their church, other virgins that needed to be bred. I spent a week in that part of Texas before I continued my wandering."

"So, what was your next exciting hitchhiking adventure?"

To be continued…

The World's First Futa–Futa's Naughty Hitchhiking Chapter Two: Futa's First Sinful Delight

The World's First Futa

Futa's Naughty Hitchhiking

Chapter Two: Futa's First Sinful Delight

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Hermaphrodite/Females, Female Masturbation, Exhibitions, Voyeurism, Nun, Breeding, Oral Sex, Virgin

Description: Becky, the world's first futa, gets quite the shock when a church wants her to breed four barely legal virgins!

April 17th, 2047

"Did you know there's a convent in the middle of the Nebraska cornfields?" I asked Adelia, the delicious and fun woman interviewing me on my forty-eight birthday. We were talking about my life as the world's first futa while across the world people were watching the broadcast streamed live over the internet.

"Really?" Adelia asked, blinking those soft-brown eyes of her. She pursed those delicious lips that had sucked my futa-cock not long ago during the last commercial break. "No, I didn't know that. So you found this while… wandering?"

"Bumming around America," I said, "with my futa-dick in hand." I shivered, enjoying talking about that time in my life, right after I graduated from the University of Washington, when I hitchhiked across America for awhile, aimless.

I didn't know what to do with my life. Besides breeding horny women.

"After my fun with the Pelley family, and the rest of their interesting church community, I kept heading east until I hit Dallas. I had some fun there but ended up wandering north up I-35. I met this female trucker." I gave a wicked giggle. "She had a strap-on in her cab and, well, I made her late for her delivery, but left her with my own package."

A great giggling laugh rose from the studio audience. I could feel their eyes watching me in the shadows beyond the stage light, an amorphous sea of horny women with a scattering of my grown-up futa-daughters.

"She dropped me off in Wichita. I kept going north up I-135, moving through Kansas, enjoying those devout Christian wives and daughters." I shuddered, my futa-cock throbbing. "There was a lot of crying out to God."

"More virgins deflowered?" Adelia asked.

"I was becoming addicted to it," I said and shivered. "By the time I was in the middle of Nebraska, I-135 had become Highway 81. I was surrounded by corn somewhere south of a place called York. It was muggy. I never thought it would be so humid in the Midwest. It was like I was in a swamp or something. Apparently, corn sweats."

"Sweats?" Adelia asked.

I nodded my head. "It adds a ton of moisture to the air and makes the summers just suck." I shook my head. "I was dying, wanting to find a nice, cool place to rest up and a friendly woman to love, when the thunderstorm hit. It came out of nowhere. The floodgates of heaven opened up. In a heartbeat, I was soaked.

"And then the hail started."

"Oh, no," Adelia gasped. "I heard hailstones can get big out there."

"I was just starting to panic, thinking I was in trouble," I said, glancing to the left where my wife, Sharron, watched from the side of the set, her blue eyes wide. "And then the van pulled up. I just hopped in and had one naughty surprise."

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August 15th, 2021

"Holy shit!" I screamed, holding my worn backpack over my head. The hail thundered down around me, the size of pebbles and growing larger. They bounced off my backpack and pelted my naked calves and thighs. I whimpered, my t-shirt soaked to my tits, my skirt clinging to my legs. My shoes felt like a sodden mess. The drainage ditch to my right already ran like a river.

The rain just started.

"What the fuck is going on?" I shouted, the corn rustling beside me as torrents of rain swept through, carrying more of the stinging hail.

I was in trouble. My head cast about, searching for a structure to take shelter in when rubber squealed. A van screeched to a stop by the side of the highway. I barely absorbed what it looked liked—gray, boxy, some sort of logo on the sliding side door. I just sprang at the passenger door, grasped the chrome-plated handle, and wrenched it open.

"Oh, thank Christ," I gasped as I hurtled inside, water dripping down my face. My clothes clung to me, squishing against the seat. The hail pounded on the roof. Ice chucks the size of marbles drummed on the hood, leaving little divots in the metal.

A small crack splintered across a corner of the windshield.

"You okay?" a woman asked. "Boy, you got caught out in it, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I…" My words trailed off as I glanced at the driver. I blinked.

I blinked again.

A nun in a black habit sat in the driver seat, her plump lips pursed. She had a round, youthful face, her dark hair mostly covered by a black veil that draped across her shoulders. A crucifix dangled down her chest over the swell of her breasts. They rose and fell as she stared at me, a look of such concern filled her hazel eyes.

"You're a nun!" I blurted out.

"Yes, I am a nun," she said as the van drove forward. "We exist still. I'm Sister Chastity Hope of the Benedictine Sisters of Undying Devotion."

"A nun," I said again. "That's not a Halloween costume and… No, no, that would be a lot… uh…"

"Lewder?" she suggested, a touch of color blossoming her cheeks. Her eyes glanced at me, flicking at my breasts outlined by my soaked shirt. My braless tits bled through the white cloth, my pink nipples prominent points.

"Yeah," I said, squirming. A tingle raced down to my girl-dick and pussy. My shaft gave a twitch as the blood began flowing. There was something so… enticing about her. She was a nun, wrapped up in the bulky, black robe to hide the beauty of her body, sworn to purity.

Was she an actual virgin?

My dick hardened faster. My pussy grew juicier.

"Well, thanks for the ride," I said, the hail drumming faster. "You came along just in time."

"The Lord's providence was with you today," she said. "I've seen the hail get as big as softballs and… Well, that would not be a good thing to happen to a young woman to do out here all alone." She glanced at me then at my bag. "Are you in… trouble?"

"No, no, just seeing America," I said. "I'm Becky Woodward." My smile grew. "Yes, yes, that Becky Woodward."

She blinked at me and tilted her head. "I'm sorry, but… I've never heard of a Becky Woodward."

"You haven't?" I didn't realize how big my ego had swelled until I felt the sharpness of her words puncture it. I thought they entire world had heard of me. "I'm the first futa."

"Futa?" she asked, glancing at me again. Her eyes flicked down to my breasts. Then they darted back up to stare down the road.

"Yeah, I've been interviewed like a hundred times. I've been all the news networks, all the morning shows, the evening shows. Kimmel, Colbert, John Oliver, Conan, Jimmy Fallon."

"Oh, well, we don't have TVs or radios at our convent."

"And no computers, either, huh?" I asked, my shoulders slumping.

"The only news we get comes from the diocese," she said. "We're a cloistered order, cut off from the world." She patted my leg for a moment, her touch so warm compared to the wet skin. The heat rushed up to my pussy. My snatch clenched and my dick swelled harder, tenting the front of my sodden jean skirt. "I'm sure other people know who you are, though pride like that is not a good thing. It won't be fulfilling for you."

"Yeah," I said, her touch electric.

She drove one-handed for about a minute, stroking the other up and down my bare thigh. It felt wonderful. I leaned back into the chair, not minding my blonde locks clinging to my face or my clothing molded to my body. Her touch warmed me up, my girl-dick aching to have some fun.

With a nun.

Could her vow of purity hold out against her womb begging to be impregnated.

Then Sister Chastity Hope gave a squeak and jerked her hand away. She shifted in the seat, both gripping the steering wheel. Her knuckles went white as she stared ahead. Her entire body went tense. She leaned forward, almost trying to hug her steering wheel.

She looked so cute. She couldn't be more than a year or two older than me, in her mid-twenties.

"So, where are we going?" I asked.

"Hmm?" Sister Chastity Hope asked, her cheeks blushing redder. "Oh, yes, the convent. I was just buying supplies for our garden. We try to grow as much of our own food as we can."

"The convent?" I said, a wicked smile spreading across my lips. "How utterly delightful. I wouldn't mind getting a tour. Exploring every little crevasse of your convent. Seeing what it's like. I bet it's… interesting."

She shivered, licking her lips. "I… well, maybe. It's not really a place for outsiders. I can just drive you to York and…"

I touched her thigh. Her words trailed off as I stroked her through the fabric of her habit. I felt her flesh. She felt sleek and warm. She glanced at me, her pupils dilated. She swallowed as I stroked up and down her.

"W-what are you doing, Becky?" Sister Chastity Hope asked.

"Just returning the favor. It felt soooooo nice when you stroked my thigh." I gave her leg a squeeze before sliding a little higher, passing the halfway point of her leg, reaching towards that naughty apex. "Doesn't that feel nice?"

"I… I shouldn't have done that," she said. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I did. I'm feeling… out of sorts."

"Mmm, me, too," I said, squirming. "But if you don't want me to touch you…" I pulled my hands away.

Sister Chastity Hope bit her lower lip. Her hands writhed on the vinyl covering of the steering wheel. A squeaking sound echoed through the cab. She squirmed in place, her breasts rising and falling as she shook her head. She looked so tense. So nervous.

I loved it.

She made a turn off the highway, passing through a sign that read, "Convent of Undying Devotion." I shivered, peering ahead for it. What would a convent look like. Would it be this stone, Gothic structure out in the middle of the fields? It wasn't corn here, but wild grasses that grew waist high. The van's wheels crunched on the gravel as we drove down the lane. It followed the curve of the land, a little folded here and not as flat as it appeared.

Sister Chastity Hope squirmed the entire way.

Ahead, a wooden structure appeared. It looked like… a very large house. It was clear it was meant to shelter more than just a family. It had several wings thrust off of it and rose three stories high in the center, the entire structure covered in wood siding painted a robin blue. The lawn around it was neat and orderly, a dark-green compared to the yellowish grass around us. There were rows of trees, a small orchard, and an orderly garden that looked bigger than my parent's house back in Seattle.

She drove the van to a large carport with several other vehicles, including an old pickup truck, parked in it. She turned off the ignition and undid her seatbelt. She squirmed there for a minute, her breathing coming fast and quick.

"Is something wrong?" I asked her, my girl-dick so hard.

"Yes, something is wrong," she said. "I… I…" She stared at me, such a pleading look in her eyes. "I've never felt like this in my life! This can't be happening. Not here. Not with a woman."

"It's my tits, right?" I asked. "I should have worn a bra. You just can't stop looking at them."

The nun flinched. She swallowed. "Oh, Lord, why have you beset me with such temptation?"

I felt kind of bad for her. She thought sex was wrong. Her head was all screwed up. But even as she prayed, Sister Chastity Hope stared at me with such hunger brewing in her hazel eyes. She licked her plump lips as she shuddered.

"But it's more than my tits, isn't it?" I said and peeled up my damp top. The cloth clung to my tits for a moment, the fabric stretching, then sprang over them. My round tits quivered as I peeled off the wet t-shirt, glad to be out of the soaked garment. "And it's more than my hard, pink nipples that's got you squirming."

I tweaked one as she stared at my naked tits with such hunger in her eyes.

"It's that hot hole between your thighs," I told her. "That naughty, itching pussy that's the problem. It's aching for you to do things with me."

She just whimpered.

"I know," I told her. "It's okay. This happens to every woman that meets me. Don't be alarmed. You're going to enjoy yourself so much. You're going to be thoroughly satiated by my futa-cock."

"Futa… cock?" She said the words slow. Then her eyes flicked down to my crotch, and she noticed the bulge. "Oh, Lord, what is that?"

"That is my clit-dick," I said. "That's the other word I used for it. It used to be my clit and…" I gave her a look. "You know what your clit is, right? Your clitoris?"

"I had health class," she said, her eyes so wide. She leaned her head, staring at my bulge. "But… you can't have that. You're so… womanly."

"Because I am womanly," I said, pulling up my skirt.

Sister Chastity Hope gave a squeak and jumped back at the sight of my cock popping out. It thrust into the air and quivered there, twitching and throbbing. I smiled at her reaction, then at the way she leaned back closer, eyes locked on my large shaft.

"See the pussy lips wrapped around the base," I said. "Notice my lack of balls. I'm a futanari. The world's first. That's why I'm famous. Every woman—"

Sister Chastity Hope sucked the tip of my cock into her mouth.

I gasped in shock. She moved so fast. The nun's head shot down, her black veil draping over my lap. My breasts bounced before me as I groaned. Her warm mouth engulfed my dick. It was heavenly. A nun was giving me a blowjob.

I leaned back in my seat, just savoring this delicious moment. Her lips sealed about my base. The suction reached down my shaft and into my pussy. My futa-dick throbbed in her mouth. She sucked again and again, moaning about it.

"Sister Chastity Hope," I gasped. "Ooh, you naughty nun, I love it."

My breasts jiggled above her as I squirmed. Pleasure rippled through my body. My pussy clenched every time she suckled. My juices flowered hot, trickling out of me. I squirmed on the seat, my ass rubbing into my wet skirt.

"Yes, yes, yes, such a naughty nun. Mmm, just suck on my girl-dick. Ooh, yes, but…" I frowned. All she did was suck. "Is this your first blowjob?"

She moaned what sounded like a yes about my dick.

Some reason, that just made my ovaries clench. The ache swelled at the tip of my dick. "Ooh, you are an innocent thing, Sister Chastity Hope."

She sucked again on my dick.

"Well, you got to move your tongue around my cock and… Yes, yes, like that." I shivered as her tongue stroked back and forth along the bottom of my crown. "Swipe it all around the tip, really stimulate me and… That's good. Ooh, you do that, and I'm going to cum."

She whimpered and danced her tongue along the tip of my girl-dick. The pleasure flooded through me. My hands found my tits, still wet from the rain, and squeezed my round mounds. I shook my perky boobs, my nipples so hard on top. I stared down at the nun, loving her demure veil draped over my lap, hiding her naughty act.

"And bob your head, too," I said. "Slide those pretty lips up and down my cock while you suck… Ooh, just like that. Mmm, I liked that. Yes, Sister Chastity Hope. That's good."

Her mouth slid slowly up and down my cock. She took more and more of my shaft in her mouth, her tongue swishing back and forth, before she slid back up. She sucked the entire time. My body squirmed, my pussy clenching. The ache grew at the tip of my cock, my girl-cum eager to spurt into her hungry mouth.

"And your fingers…" I shivered. "Your fingers need to stroke my pussy lips. Don't be afraid of my cunt. It's so wet and eager to be touched."

Her sucking stopped for a moment as her hand slid down my thigh. Her fingers felt… nervous. There was a twitch to them. She whimpered about my girl-dick, her tongue hardly moving at all as her fingers neared my pussy.

"Don't stop sucking," I groaned. "Keep blowing me as your fingers touch my pussy and… Oh, yes!"

She sucked hard just as her fingers found my pussy folds. She slid through my bush to stroke up and down my slit. She tasted my petals, pleasure racing up to build in the tip of my girl-dick buried in that warm mouth of hers. She bobbed again, tongue moving, stimulating me.

"Oh, Sister Chastity Hope, yes. That's how you blow a futa's cock. Mmm, you're getting so good at it."

I shifted in my seat as the pleasure built and built in me. Her sucking mouth and stroking fingers brought me closer to my eruption with ever passing heartbeat. My fingers dug into my perky tits as she pleasured me. She slurped as she blew me, her head moving, twisting, her passions building.

Then she jammed two fingers into my pussy.

"Sister Chastity Hope!" I gasped, loving her initiative.

Her fingers plunged in and out of my pussy, stimulating my inner depths. Pleasure rippled out of my cunt and flowed to my ovaries and the tip of my futa-cock. I whimpered, my snatch squeezing down on her digits, increasing that wicked friction.

My orgasm built even faster. This naughty nun gave me such delight. My fingers dug so hard into her tits. The passenger seat creaked as I squirmed. My booted feet kicked forward, striking the floorboard. It was so good.

"I'm going to flood your mouth with so much cum, Sister Chastity Hope," I moaned. "Just drown you in jizz."

She sucked harder. Her fingers plunged harder into my cunt.

"Ooh, yes you want that. You're just a cum-hungry nun. Mmm, yes, yes, yes!"

It all happened at once.

My futa-cock erupted.

The driver door wrenched open.

I screamed out, "Sister Chastity Hope, drink down all my cum!"

"Oh, my Lord!" a new voice gasped in shock. "What devilry is this?"

Pleasure boiled out of my girl-dick. It pumped into Sister Chastity Hope's hungry mouth. She gulped it down, swallowing it while her fingers wiggled in my spasming cunt. Pleasure rippled out of me as I squirmed on the seat. It shifted beneath me, the pleasure racing through my body. It was incredible.

I was drunk on the bliss. It boiled through my mind. My head tossed from side to side as the dual delights drowned me in ecstasy. My girl-cock kept erupting, spurting blast after blast of my futa-jizz into the nun's mouth.

"Sister Chastity Hope, swallow every drop!" I gasped, my pussy spasming harder about her fingers. "You're so wanton."

"Sister Chastity Hope!" the new voice gasped again. "Stop this perversity right this instant!"

My eyes fluttered. Through the stars dancing across my vision, I saw the stern face of an older nun glaring at me over Sister Chastity Hope's shoulders. I shuddered, my fingers kneading my tits as I fired the last blast of my girl-cum into the nun's hungry mouth.

"Mmm, you have such a friendly nun," I moaned. "She's just making me feel so welcomed at your convent."

"You filthy, lesbian hussies!" the woman shouted. She seized Sister Chastity Hope and hauled her bodily out of the cab, ripping the nun's mouth off my girl-dick. My shaft waved back and forth, glistening with my passion. "And you, you…"

The older nun's jaw dropped.

"M-Mother Superior," Sister Chastity Hope sobbed. "I… I… don't know what happened. I was… was overcome by the need to… to suck her…"

"Tranny cock?" finished the Mother Superior, her eyes locked on my dick. A sneer spreading across her tight lips. Her green eyes glazed with righteous fury.

"Tranny cock?" I demanded. The way she said those words, with such sneering contempt, angered me.

I wrenched open the door of the van and hopped out, my naked tits bouncing, my girl-dick thrusting before me. I marched around the van to face the angry Mother Superior. She stood gripping the cringing Sister Chastity Hope, waiting for me.

"You think this is a tranny cock?" I demanded. "This is a futa-cock! I have a pussy and a dick. Your nun there was having a great time fingering it, too, weren't you?"

"Well… I… Yes." Sister Chastity Hope's cheeks burned scarlet. The nun shuddered, kneeling beside the Mother Superior. The fingers of her right hand glistened with my pussy juices.

"What are you?" the Mother Superior asked. "A demon given flesh? A walking perversion?"

"Maybe," I said. I didn't know how I became a futanari. It seemed to defy all the known laws of how cells grew. Appendages just didn't grow in seconds to sizes a hundred times their original size in a minute. Nor did they develop all the necessary internal structures so fast, like the vas deferens that ran from my ovaries to the tip of my dick. "Maybe I am a naughty futa-demon sent here to breed every last virgin cunt in this convent."

Sister Chastity Hope moaned, "Breed…" before she thrust her pussy-coated fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them, fucking them in and out like they were my futa-cock. Her cheeks hollowed. She shuddered, squeezing her hazel eyes shut.

"Breed us?" the Mother Superior demanded, her hips shifting. "You think you're going to breed us? We are Brides of Christ, demon, not wanton whores who will satiate your perverse lusts."

"Oh, then what was Sister Chastity Hope doing when you caught her sucking my dick and fingering my twat?" I asked, my hand fisting my futa-cock. My other slid past my shaft to finger my cunt.

"A momentary lapse in judgment," the Mother Superior said. She grabbed her crucifix and brandished it before me. "Get thee gone, Satan."

I flicked my eyes to the wooden cross and the man carved on it. I lifted my eyebrow. I waited for the trumpets of heaven to resound, for an angelic chorus to sing, and for holy light to strike me down and drive me away.

"Care to try again, Mother Superior?" I asked, thrusting my fingers into my pussy. I groaned, my cunt so juicy about my digits. My hand stroked my girl-dick faster. A bead of jizz, trapped in my urethra after my orgasm, beaded the tip.

Sister Chastity Hope froze in her finger sucking.

"I might have felt a tingle ripple through me," I purred. "But that may have been my fingers plunging into my cunt."

Her face tightened. She fixed her eyes on me and shook the cross again. "In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to flee, Demon!"

Her voice resounded with such authority. It crackled with such power. Lightning flashed in the distance. Thunder rumbled a moment later. I shivered this time, my pussy clenching down on my fingers, my dick throbbing.

But it was just the storm.

I stroked up my dick again, my tip aching and throbbing. "Well, I don't think that did—"

With a moan, Sister Chastity Hope lunged forward and sucked on my girl-dick again. She sealed her lips around half of my crown, nursing on the tip. Her tongue fluttered up, brushing my slit, gathering that drop of precum beading there.

"Damn," I groaned. "Ooh, damn, you're just a little nun-slut."

"Sister Chastity Hope!" snapped the Mother Superior. She seized the horny nun by the ear and hauled her off my cock, bringing a gasp of pain from her.

"I'm sorry, Mother Superior!" gasped Sister Chastity Hope. "It's just… that cock… That cum. Ooh, girl-cum taste so good. It's so salty and wonderful. And… And… I want to be bred by her. I want her demon-cock to fuck me."

"It's not a demon-cock," I said, remembering what the Christians of West Texas thought. "It's spreads miracles. Futa-daughters. I'll give you a gift. God sent me here. I'm the new direction of humans. The new Eve."

I didn't really believe those words, but they just spilled out of my mouth. This Mother Superior was annoying me. It felt so good having Sister Chastity Hope sucking on my girl-dick, and now her mouth was gone.

I needed to cum so badly.

"God didn't send you," sneered the Mother Superior.

"Oh, yeah," I smiled. "Then why is your pussy getting so hot. Why is it begging you to let my futa-cock breed your pure depths. Unless… God sent me here. What if I'm an angel spreading my miraculous girl-seed everywhere? Imagine your entire convent blessed by me."

"No!" she shouted even as Sister Chastity Hope whimpered, "Yes!"

The Mother Superior gripped her crucifix tighter, knuckles whitening. "Your lies may be enticing, but I hear the Adversary in them. You tell me what I want to hear. You think to flatter my ego with your words dripping venom."

"Dripping futa-cum," I said.

"Mother Superior," groaned Sister Chastity. She leaned forward, but the older nun kept a firm grip on her ear. "Please, please, we need her to breed us. She is a miracle. Can't you feel it? She was sent here to give us such passion."

"That is your sinful body lying to you," the Mother Superior said. "You have to fight it. You have to stay pure."

"Do you want me to breed you, Sister Chastity Hope?" I asked, staring down at her.

"Yes!" she moaned, her face twisted with rapture.

"Then you need to eat the Mother Superior's cunt. If you want my cock, you have to lick her pussy."

"She would never do something so perverse," the Mother Superior said.

I smiled at her. "Oh, you would be surprised what a woman will do when she wants to be bred by my futa-cock."

"Yes!" Sister Chastity Hope moaned.

The Mother Superior held the nubile nun's ear to keep Sister Chastity Hope for my girl-dick. It did nothing to keep her from whirling around and attacking the Mother Superior. I shuddered as the younger nun pressed the older back against the side of the van.

Sister Chastity Hope struggled to draw up the Mother Superior's robe. My pussy clenched on my probing fingers as I watched. Pleasure rippled through me as shock rippled across the older nun's face. She shook her head from side to side, struggling to push away Sister Chastity Hope's hands.

"What are you doing?" the Mother Superior groaned. "Control yourself, Sister. Remember your calling."

"But I want to be bred," moaned Sister Chastity Hope. "Just stop struggling and let me eat your pussy, Mother Superior."

"No!" the older nun shouted, her cheeks red. "This is filthy! Vile!"

"It's the Lord's will!" I said. "That's why it makes your pussy so wet. It is, isn't it?" I asked, a big grin spreading across my lips. "Ooh, yes, the Lord's will has your cunt dripping."

"No," she groaned, her head shaking back and forth. "I would never want this. It's lesbian sex. It's fornication and…"

Her words trailed off as Sister Chastity Hope managed to get her head beneath the Mother Superior's black skirt. I couldn't see what the younger nun was doing, only witness the movement of her head disturbing the fabric as she rose up between the older nun's thighs.

"Sister Chastity Hope!" the Mother Superior gasped. "No, no, stop that at once. This is vile! No, no, stop pulling down my panties!"

"But if I don't eat your pussy," came the muffled reply of Sister Chastity Hope, "then Becky won't fuck me with her girl-dick. She won't breed me."

"Nope," I said, fisting my futa-dick faster. "You'll just have to suffer with that itching, aching pussy."

"Ooh, she's wet, too, Becky," groaned the younger nun. "She's like me."

"No, no!" the Mother Superior's green eyes bulged. She shuddered. "Sister Chastity Hope, stop this right now. You can't do that."

"Oh, Mother Superior, you taste as good as Becky." The nun made a purring sound while the Mother Superior shuddered. "Just delicious. And your silky bush… It's tickling my face."

I shuddered, picturing the younger nun's tongue sliding through the Mother Superior's hot pussy, the nun's pubic hair spilling about Sister Chastity Hope's youthful features. It made my pussy squeeze down on my pumping fingers. My girl-dick throbbed in my stroking hand.

This was so exciting. It made me ache and throb. I wanted to join in on the fun.

The Mother Superior shuddered. She writhed against the side of the van, her body trembling, her breasts jiggling beneath her top. I licked my lips while the younger nun moaned her delight as she plunged into lesbian passion with such enthusiasm. She wiggled her hips, her black robe spilling over her rump, molding to that cute asses.

"Mmm, I'm going to fuck her so hard while she devours you," I purred. "Doesn't that sound hot, Mother Superior?"

"It sounds sinful, demon," she groaned, her head tossing from side to side.

"I know," I said. "That's what makes it so much fun. Sinning…" I shuddered. "Sinning is what makes life so worth living."

I drew up Sister Chastity Hope's robe. I exposed her slender calves and her lush thighs. Her flesh was so bare. She whimpered in excitement, moaning into the Mother Superior's cunt. The older nun groaned, her face twisting with passion. She tried to look away as I threw Sister Chastity Hope's robe up and over her rump, exposing a pair of plain, boring granny panties. Those cheap kind you get in a ten pack from Walmart.

I tugged those down, the Mother Superior licking her lips, her head craning forward. I smiled, looking up at her as I leaned down and kissed at Sister Chastity Hope's rump. The nun groaned and wiggled her hips, rubbing her butt-cheeks against my face.

"Mmm, I know, Mother Superior, she's got a cute ass," I purred.

"Demon!" the nun hissed, but it lost a lot of her bite. Instead, it contained a throaty quality. She jerked her eyes up even as her hips rotated, grinding her hot cunt across Sister Chastity Hope's mouth.

"Mmm, and she's got a cute bush, too," I said, my fingers stroked up and down the nun's virgin flesh. "Black and thick. Ooh, yes, you're going to love eating her pussy out when it's full of my cum."

"I will not!" she hissed.

I grinned at her. "Of course you will. You won't get bred until you eat her cunt out full of my spunk."

I brought my girl-dick to Sister Chastity Hope's pussy. The nun moaned her excitement into the Mother Superior's snatch. The older nun shuddered. I could only imagine, hearing the naughty licks and slurps coming from beneath her habit.

Sister Chastity Hope ate pussy with the same gusto she sucked my cock.

I pressed against the nun's hymen. I groaned in delight at the feel of her maidenhead stretching before my cock. I grinned at the Mother Superior as I took her nun's cherry. Sister Chastity Hope squealed in delight as I ripped through the thin membrane with a hard thrust and buried into untouched pussy.

"Praise the Lord!" I moaned as I sank into the nun's silky embrace.

I was the first cock to ever be in her. The first to ever sample her depths. It was incredible. Like with Scarlett and the other virgins of West Texas, it was a spiritual moment. I transitioned Sister Chastity Hope into a new world, ushering her fully into womanhood and soon into motherhood.

Those Christians were right. I was a new Eve, the mother and father of a whole new gender of humans.

I shuddered, gripping the nun's hips as I fucked her hard and fast. My tits heaved before me. My pussy clenched as I enjoyed this delicious delight. She moaned and gasped into the Mother Superior's pussy, her hips stirring in circles, stirring her pussy around my dick.

It was incredible.

I groaned, drinking in the pleasure. It surged through me. This wondrous heat. I groaned, a deep thrill rippling through me. I bit my lip, thrusting with all my might as I fucked my girl-dick over and over into pussy, stirring her up, making the nun whimper and moan.

"Sister Hope Chastity!" I moaned. "Ooh, yes, yes, yes, your pussy… Your pussy is heavenly. I'm going to plant a holy daughter in you!"

"Yes!" she moaned into the Mother Superior's pussy, her head moving beneath the older nun's robe.

"Oh… oh, my," the Mother Superior groaned. Her green eyes fluttered. "Oh… This is… This is so sinful. She's… she's…"

"Driving you to an orgasm?" I asked, my hips pumping hard and fast, working my girl-dick in and out of the deflowered nun's pussy.

"Yes!" the older nun moaned. Her face scrunched up in pleasure. "Oh, no, I can't… I can't surrender to this… but… but…"

"It feels so good," I panted, my dick aching inside of the nun's tight pussy. My tip drank in every silky inch as I pumped away harder and harder. My naked tits heaved before me. "It's okay. Surrender to your pleasure. Cum on her face and inspire me to breed her!"

"Cum on my face, Mother Superior!" whimpered the nun, her pussy clenching on me. "Then she'll breed you, too."

The Mother Superior's eyes bulged. She gasped, her body heaving. Her head tossed from side to side. Her brown hair spilled out from beneath her veil. Her head tossed back as her body shuddered against the gray van.

"Oh, Lord, yes!" she cried out in rapture.

Ecstasy crossed her face as she came on her nun's mouth. I shuddered in delight, thrusting hard into Sister Chastity Hope, loving the look of bliss bursting across the older nun's expression. She shook her head from side to side. Her eyes fluttered. Her body heaved as the pleasure raced through her.

Sister Chastity Hope's pussy went wild about my cock. Licking hot snatch, drinking the Mother Superior's cunt cream, sent the younger nun over the edge into ecstasy. Her twat writhed about my dick. Her spasming flesh massaged me. It felt incredible I threw back my head, moaning in delight, welcoming this amazing treat.

It left me shuddering and whimpering. It left me dazed, my head lolling from side to side. My eyes blinked as the pleasure burned so hot through me. This wondrous bliss burst in the depths of my cunt. I rammed into her pussy.

And bred the deflowered nun.

"Sister Chastity Hope," I moaned, my tits heaving as my cock unloaded into her. I pumped blast after blast of jizz into her.

"Yes, yes, yes, breed her!" the Mother Superior shouted. She reached out and grabbed my tits. She squeezed them, kneaded them. She leaned to me.

We kissed while the younger nun quivered between us. Sister Chastity Hope's pussy milked my dick as I devoured the older nun's mouth. I shuddered, hearing women gasp, noticing other nuns watching us on the periphery, shocked by what they saw.

It made me shiver. My dick spurted a final time into the younger nun. I ripped my shaft out of her cunt, unveiling my futa-cock to all the nuns. I licked my lips as I stepped back, tasting the Mother Superior on them.

"Now it's your turn to be bred by my holy cock, Mother Superior!" I moaned. "On your back. Let Sister Chastity Hope ride your face while I plant my holy daughter into your cunt."

"Praise the Lord!" the Mother Superior called.

Sister Chastity Hope's face emerged from beneath the older nun's robe, her flushed cheeks smeared with pussy cream. She held a pair of balled up panties in her hand, plain and boring white. Without hesitating, the Mother Superior stretched out on her back, her thighs spread wide, her robe sliding down lush, toned legs to reveal a brown bush darkened by juices, thick, engorged pussy lips peeking through.

"Plant your blessed seed in me, futa!" she panted. "Futa-angel!"

The watching nuns gasped and shuddered as I mounted their leader. As I guided my cock to her pussy, my hands lifting up the nun's rump. Sister Chastity Hope ripped off her habit. Her round breasts bounced in a boring, white bra. That came off a moment later, her tits firm with her youth. Her hair fell black down her face, her veil lost with the rest of her nun's habit. Cum matted her bush, my seed leaking out of her.

She settled on the Mother Superior's face as I thrust. My dick sank into a second nun's tight pussy. It was virgin tight, but it still felt incredible around me. Hot and silky. My back arched, my naked breasts bouncing before me as I slid into her depths.

"Oh, yes!" the Mother Superior moaned even as she pulled down Sister Chastity Hope to sit on her face. I wasn't sure which excited the older nun more: my girl-dick plundering her tight cunt, or the creampie she was about to devour.

"Mother Superior!" squealed the younger nun, her firm tits bouncing as she squirmed on the older nun's hungry mouth. "Yes, yes, eat Becky's holy futa-seed out of my bred pussy!"

The other nuns fell to their knees as if to pray, but their hands rubbed at their pussies through their habits. They stared with feverish eyes as I pumped my girl-dick in and out of their Mother Superior's tight snatch. Sister Chastity Hope moaned out her worship, grinding her cum-filled muff on the Mother Superior's hungry mouth.

As I fucked her, I watched her tongue lap out, vanishing into Sister Chastity Hope's black bush and cum-smeared labia. She gathered my cream and the nun's pussy juices. It made me ache. It propelled my hips to thrust so hard and fast into the nun.

"I'm going to plant babies in all of you!" I moaned, my hips thrusting away hard and fast. "Oh, yes, you're all going to be bred by my futa-cock!"

"Hallelujah," a nun with lush-brown skin moaned.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Sister Chastity Hope moaned. Then she ducked her head down and sucked on my pink nipple.

The sensation shot right to the tip of my girl-dick buried in the Mother Superior's tight pussy. I shuddered, my hips thrusting faster and faster as I fucked my futa-cock hard and fast in and out of the nun's snatch. Her pussy clenched down hard on my shaft while she moaned into Sister Chastity Hope's pussy.

It was so delicious. The young nun worshiped my nipple. Her tongue danced around it between her hot sucks. Her hands fondled both my breasts, squeezing them, her fingers teasing my other nipple. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. My juices flowed down my thighs as I pumped away hard. I slammed my girl-dick so hard and deep into the Mother Superior's cunt.

"Oh, I'm going to breed you all!" I gasped, the pleasure coursing through me. "Your pussies will all overflow with my seed."

"Hallelujah," the brown-skinned nun moaned. Others echoed her.

I shivered, the air brimming with passion. Sister Chastity Hope sucked even harder at my nipple. She loved my nub. I groaned, my pussy clenching so hard. My ovaries grew tighter and tighter with another load of skin.

Then the young nun squealed. Her mouth popped off my nipple. Her arms flew around my neck, pulling my face close to hers. I could smell the spicy musk of the Mother Superior's pussy adorning her face.

"She's sucking on my clit, Becky and… and…" Her face scrunched up with pleasure. "Yes! I'm cumming! Praise the Lord!"

She kissed me.

I melted into her lips, thrusting hard into the Mother Superior's cunt. The spicy flavor adorning the younger nun's lips sent a wave of heat through me. I slammed forward hard. The silky friction surged around my futa-cock.

I came.

My futa-spunk pumped into the Mother Superior's pussy. I bred her while the pleasure surged through me. My eyes squeezed shut. I whimpered and moaned. I clung to the younger nun, our nipples caressing as our tongues danced.

The other nuns moaned around us, their masturbatory worship reaching a moaning peak.

Then the Mother Superior joined us. She cried out her rapture into my Sister Chastity Hope's pussy. Her cunt spasmed around my cock, milking my shaft, drawing out every drop of cum in me. I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut.

She milked the last drop of my cum out of me.

Buzzing in rapture, I broke the kiss and rose. My dick plopped out of the Mother Superior's cunt. It dripped pussy juices as I faced the other moaning nuns. I grinned at them as they stared at my cock with such hunger in their eyes.

"Who shall receive my blessed seed next?" I moaned, lost to the naughty fantasy, drunk on the pleasure of these nuns.

They all cried out for my seed. I grinned and knew I would enjoy my stay at the convent.

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April 17th, 2047

"They renamed their convent The Devoted Sisters of the Futa Becky and called themselves Futanarite Nuns after my visit," I said.

"I've never heard about that," Adelia said. Genuine interest shine on her face, not the cultivated look she used while pretending what I told her was new information.

"They keep to themselves, but they are still devoted to doing good. They only accept girls pregnant with my child. They raise my daughters who have gone out to found new convents around the world, starting their own harems of nuns devoted to serving the God in their strange, Catholic way by helping the faithful understand sex is wonderful."

"That is so fascinating," Adelia said. "Religion has always been a large part of the human experience, and it's remarkable how you've affected them, especially those more… repressed."

"Yeah," I said nodding my head. "I wish I had been more active about it when younger. I could have done some good during my wanderings with I really thought about it."

"By being a missionary spreading free love?"

I nodded my head. "But I was young…"

"Well, your actions once you become president bore fruit," Adelia said. "But we're not there yet in your story."

"Not yet."

"So I understand that it was during your hitchhiking period that you ran into the cult for the first time."

"Now that was surreal," I said. I could feel the studio audience growing hushed, ready to hear my tale.

To be continued…

The World's First Futa–Futa's Naughty Hitchhiking Chapter Three: Futa's First Passionate Ritual

The World's First Futa

Futa's Naughty Hitchhiking

Chapter Three: Futa's First Passionate Ritual

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Females, Virgin, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Oral Sex, Creampie, Interracial

Description: Becky, the world's first futa, gets quite the shock when a church wants her to breed four barely legal virgins!

April 17th, 2047

"Surreal?" asked Amelia, her face growing serious, her eyes growing bold. I could see that skilled interviewer inside of her pouncing on my words. For most of our talk as we discussed my life as the world's first futa, she was laughing and giggling and horny to fuck me. Now she was focused. "In what way was it surreal?"

"Because… I don't know any other word to describe discovering the cult," I said, feeling like that same wide-eyed twenty-two year-old futa who wandered into that little town. It happened twenty-six years ago, and it still had me feeling a little… unnerved. "Here I was on my hitchhiking adventure. It was late September, fall was coming on fast, and I was thinking about heading south because the weather was getting bad. I was passing through central Kansas, meeting more of these little churches who had adopted the ideology of West Texas." A smile crossed my lips. I squirmed on the couch, feeling the eyes of the studio audience, and the world watching live over the internet, on me. "Those rural Christians really liked having me breed their wives and daughters."

"All that repression has to burst out sometimes," Adelia said. "So you were in Kansas when you ran into the cult?"

"Well, yeah, that's where they are located to this day. Omitz, Kansas is a whole lot bigger today than it was twenty-six-years ago. They've really blossomed with devotees, but back then it was a sleepy town, only four blocks by four blocks wide. A perfect square surrounded by wheat fields. I didn't think anything of it. It was Sunday, and I was eager to find me a righteous woman or three to breed with my 'miraculous' seed.

"And then a man walked up to me in a white robe…"

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September 26th, 2021

I blinked in shock at the man falling to his knees before me in what looked like a white baptismal robe. I'd seen more than a few of those at the rural churches I visited. I even "baptized" a few women in my futa-jizz before they licked each other clean, not wanting to waste any of my "miraculous" seed before I bred them.

Of course, those girls didn't wear anything, their nubile bodies flushed and quivering.

My dick twitched hard beneath my jean skirt while the man then bowed before me, prostrating himself for a moment. I looked around at the near empty street. It was all residential houses. Omitz was the county seat, and like a lot of these rural towns it had a gas station, a church, and a small government building for the county seat that doubled as the sheriff's office. It had maybe a dozen homes and existed solely for the farms around it.

"Um…" I said, arching an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"I'm so sorry," he said, rising before me. "It's just… it's you." He produced a phone from his pocket. "I wasn't sure this app was to be believed, but here you are, Futanari."

"Here I am," I said. No one had ever just called me futanari like it was a title or my proper name. "Um, and you are?"

"Brother Gavin Stern," he said. He pointed to the white-steeped church, looking like it was built a hundred-and-fifty years ago during pioneer times. "That's my church, and I would be honored if you visited. We have four virgin daughters all quivering and ready to be blessed by you, Futanari. They prayed so fervently that you'd appear. We've monitored your holy wanderings all summer, hoping you'd visit us."

"Oh, sure," I said, my futa-cock reaching its full girth, tenting the front of my jean skirt. "I enjoy spreading my seed to every virgin daughter I can. And, of course, the not-so-virgin daughters and wives. They all deserve to be blessed by my cock. Be fruitful and multiply, right? That's the command."

"Yes, yes, I see that," he breathed. "You do that everywhere you go. You spread your seed far and wide so we multiply! The women of my flock would be honored to be vessels for your holy daughters."

Christian theology was getting weirder and weirder thanks to my wanderings, but I had no complaints. I never had a man fawn so much over me, but they were always eager for the Lord's "miracle" to bless their women. Maybe the Lord did send me. I didn't know why I changed.

Science really couldn't explain my futa-cock, but God, at least the Christian God, didn't feel right. He was such a downer on sex, and I was the exact opposite. I'd think maybe the Devil sent me, but the Mother Superior brandishing her crucifix at me did nothing.

No, no, I wasn't supernatural. I was hanging out with these religious people too much. Their ideas were seeping into my mind. Just because science couldn't explain something yet, didn't mean the answer wasn't out there.

I followed Brother Gavin down the road. He walked with such eagerness. Ahead, a few other men were waiting on the porch. They were all older, like him, and all wearing the same white robes. They watched us approach, their faces weathered by working outdoors on farms.

"That's Brothers Lucio, Tyson, and Neil," Gavin said. "Its our four daughters who are all virgins and ready to blessed. They're good girls, kept themselves pure into their adult years. My own Jocelin is nineteen and proud of her abstinence.

"Proud she saved herself for you, Futanari."

"Well, I'm proud of her, too," I said, my futa-dick aching so badly. Four virgins? Oh, what a treat. I didn't find that many at the convent I visited a month-and-a-half ago.

"It is truly her," the Hispanic man waiting said, not a hint of any Latino accent in his voice. He sounded wholly country, speaking with the same Kansas twang as Brother Gavin instead of any Central American lilt. "Blessed be her Holy Seed."

"Praise your Miraculous Cock," a blond man with short hair said. "My Krystine is beside herself with joy. She's waiting inside for you, Futanari."

"They all are," the fourth said, a tall man with long, black hair gathered in a ponytail. "Meadow will not waste a single drop of your precious seed, Futanari."

"Meadow, what a pretty name," I said, my futa-dick throbbing.

Beyond them, the doors to the church were open. I saw other men wearing white robes and women all naked. Most were older women, their figures motherly and plump, their breasts soft and swaying. My futa-dick throbbed—I had a thing for older, married women thanks to the second pussy I ever enjoyed.

I still savored getting together with Kurt's mother. Mrs. Albertson was always a treat to enjoy, especially with her step-daughter and lover joining the fun. Or with her husband watching. And there were so many husbands to watch me here.

I was shocked by the nudity of the women. I usually had to talk the married women into joining the fun, but my pheromones always brought them around. These women were ready for the fun.

The naked women and robed men stood amid the wooden pews that ran in two columns towards the raised dais at the far side. There four young women knelt, each lovely in her own way. My pussy clenched at the sight of them, the blonde was obviously Krystine, her face delicate, her breasts round and quivering. She was in the middle with the Hispanic girl who had black hair and, to my surprise, a landing strip of soft down leading to a shaved pussy. On the left flank knelt a girl with short, black hair who must be Meadow. She had large and perky breasts. The last girl had Gavin's dark-brown hair and his round ears, but Jocelin's green eyes must come from her mother. She wore glasses that perched on a delicate nose, her breasts small and delicious.

"Mmm, I am…" my words trailed off as I noticed what was behind the four girls.

A statue of me, cast in bronze, reared above the girls. It was too scale, naked, shaped with arms spread wide and round breasts thrust taut before me. The artist depicted me legs spread wide and with my futa-dick thrusting from the folds of my pussy and the curls of my blonde bush. My eyes widened at that thick shaft.

Why was there a life-sized statue of me here?

My brows furrowed. Then I noticed the stain glass windows running the length of the worship hall. I gaped. Instead of the usual Christian imagery of the crucifixion or the various apostles, it was me. There was a panel showing me fucking at the football game, my cock ramming into Sabrina's cunt as she knelt naked before me. Beside that image was me fucking Amelia during our interview right after that, and then the viral picture of the president of my college getting plowed from behind by me as we stood up through the sunroof of the limo. They even had me fucking the busty, lactating winner of the first Ms. Bred Pageant.

"W-what is this?" I gasped as the naked women of the church began filing to the front where the statue lay.

"The Holy Church of the Futanari Goddess," Brother Gavin breathed. "Three years ago, after your miraculous appearance at the football game, our entire congregation recognized your virtue. We became your most fervent worshipers, recruiting all we could We remolded our church and prayed for you to appear."

"Futanari!" moaned a woman with green eyes and small breasts who looked like an older version of Jocelin. "We are so honored by your Divinity." Then she bent over and backed her pussy onto the bronze cock thrusting from the statue. "We worship you with all our bodies and souls."

She quivered there for a moment, impaled on the dick sculpted like mine. Then she pulled off of it, leaving it glistening in her pussy juices. The next lady, the only Hispanic woman, knelt before the cock, sucked on the tip and the first woman's juices before she rose, bent over, and impaled her cunt down her cock.

"We worship you with all our bodies and souls, Futanari!" she moaned, such ecstasy crossing her face.

I stood there stunned. As much as this weirded me out—it was so surreal seeing this old church turned into a pagan cult worshiping me—it also made me so hard. These women moaned and gasped as they impaled their cunts on the bronze cock before the next woman tasted their passion on it and added her own. My futa-dick tented the front of my shorts. Juices spilled down my thighs as I felt drawn down the aisle.

The men all clapped a beat, their voices deep and rumbling. It was a hymn of praise to me, the words lost in the tumult of my mind. Just as I reached the dais, the four girls then crowded around the bronze dick slathered in the pussy juices of the last woman, a Black MILF who was clearly not related to any of the four.

One by one, the four virgins sucked on the tip. Kristine, then Jocelin, then Meadow, then the Hispanic girl whose name I hadn't yet caught. They sucked on it before repeating the same catechism, "We worship you with all our bodies and souls, Futanari!"

"We are so eager to worship you, Futanari," the Hispanic girl said when they turned to me. "We want to be baptized in your holy seed and then bred by you."

"Yes, yes, Hilario is right," Meadow moaned. "We want to bear your Holy Daughters. So many other women have borne you demigoddesses, and none of them worship you."

"But you've come," Jocelin said, her glasses quivering on her nose. "You're here to love us."

"Yes, yes, love us," whimpered blonde Krystine, her round tits swaying. She reached out, a look of awe filling her blue eyes as she grasped my thigh. Her fingers were delicate. They slid up my inner flesh until she felt my wet juices. "Oh, you are so eager for us, Futanari."

"Are you eager, my Goddess?" breathed Meadow, her large tits quivering before her. They swayed with her slightest movement.

"Yes," I couldn't help myself from saying. They were just so young. Eighteen or nineteen, and virgins! I loved virgins. I wanted to fuck a virgin every day for the rest of my life, to be the first cock to enter them and spurt my seed into their fertile, untouched depths.

Their hands all touched me as the church, men and women both, sang another worship hymn. It sounded like a parody of a traditional Christian song, replacing all the talk of god and Jesus with me and my miraculous seed.

I ignored them, concentrating on the four vixens pulling me closer. Their hands explored my body, pulling off my clothing. In moments, my round breasts jiggled free, Hilario's golden-brown fingers kneading and squeezing them while Meadow and Jocelin pulled my skirt down my thighs. The blonde Krystine leaned in and licked the tip of my girl-dick.

"Mmm, that's her salty precum," she moaned in awe. "Oh, yes, Futanari, we are so honored."

"And blessed," Meadow purred, the black-haired girl lifting her face to nuzzle between my thighs. "Oh, her pussy smells so good and…" She took a lick through my folds. I gasped, my futa-dick throbbing. "She tastes even better than any other woman."

"Of course she does," whimpered Jocelin. "She's our Goddess."

My pussy clenched at that word. It sent a heady thrill through me that clashed with the strange, surreal writhe through my guts. The hymn echoed around me, the worship song of the other adults. I focused on the girls, on Meadow and Jocelin kissing, sharing the taste of my pussy while Hilario leaned in and nuzzled into my folds.

Her tongue thrust up inside of me. She wiggled around, stirring me up. My futa-cock throbbed and ached the shaft rubbing into her black hair. I wiggled my hips back and forth as she feasted. Then she pulled away her lips, my cream glistening on them, and kissed Krystine with such eagerness. Their round breasts brushed as they shared their lesbian passion.

"Do you often kiss each other?" I asked them.

Meadow and Jocelin broke their kiss. "Of course. We know you enjoy women who engage in carnal relations with each other," Meadow said. "I've lain with every woman in the church."

"Me, too. Save my mother, obviously," Jocelin added, pushing up her glasses. "We are only virgins because we have our hymens. I enjoy licking Meadow's pussy. I shaved her myself."

"That was so wicked," Meadow purred. "Before you appeared, Goddess, I would have thought that a horrible sin."

"But instead you all love each other," I said. "You don't have any jealousy or anything."

"We all care for each other," Hilario said after breaking her kiss with Krystine.

"Sex and love aren't the same thing. You said that in one of your sermons."

Sermons? Did she mean an interview I'd given?

"It's made everything so harmonious for us," Krystine said. "My parents rarely fight. They are enjoying themselves."

"And you'll open us so we can enjoy the men, to," Meadow moaned. "My boyfriend wants to marry me. He wants me waddling pregnant down the aisle with your divine daughter, Goddess."

"Damn," I groaned. "You will."

Then the four girls leaned their faces forward. They were pressed cheek to cheek, Meadow and Hilario in the middle, Krystine and Jocelin on the outside. Their hands grasped my thighs and huge cock. Their lips all nuzzled into the sides and tip. Their tongues flicked out. I gasped as fingers found my pussy, caressing my folds while their hands stroked the base of my dick.

Pleasure shot through me as the four virgins loved my cock. They licked and nuzzled against it, their four eyes shining up at me: two pairs of brown, one blue, and one vibrant green behind her twinkling glasses. They were cute and passionate, horny vixens and innocent maidens all at the same time.

My pussy and futa-dick drank in the sensations.

Pleasure flowed down my shaft. I groaned as their tongues bathed across the crown of my dick. Meadow and Hilario lapped at the precum leaking to of the slit while Krystine fluttered their tongues where the crown met my shaft, the sensitive frenulum that had me shuddering.

"Oh, yes, yes, you're loving your Goddess," I moaned, unable to stop myself from playing along. "You're… Ooh, you naughty sluts!"

Two sets of fingers penetrated my pussy. I didn't know, didn't care, who plunged their digits in and out of my cunt. I just savored the different speeds, one thrusting so hard and fast, the other pumping slow, teasing me. Pleasure rippled through my body. My round breasts swayed before me as I groaned. They put there all into pleasing me, sucking and teasing.

"Ooh, your precum tastes so good, Futanari," Hilario groaned in her Kansas twang, her golden-brown features twisted with passion.

"Uh-huh," Meadow moaned before she sucked on the tip of my girl-dick in her mouth for a moment.

That brief delight of being in her virginal mouth sent a spike of delight shooting down to my pussy teased by the two sets of digits. I gasped, my breasts jiggling before me. I squeezed them as Meadow's mouth popped off and Hilario's took her place, the Hispanic girl sucking with such hunger, her cheeks hollowing.

I whimpered, my hips undulating from side to side. These virgins were driving me wild. Their sucking mouths and teasing fingers swelled the pressure in my ovaries. My moans joined the congregations hymnals echoing over and over through the small space.

"Fuck!" I gasped. "Oh, fuck, you little virgin sluts. I'm going to cum all over your faces!"

"Yes, yes, yes, baptize us!" moaned Jocelin, her glasses slipping on her cute nose. "Just coat us in your passion."

"Cover us in your blessed seed, Futanari!" groaned Krystine on the other side, her face twisted in utter rapture. "We love you, Goddess."

"Love you!" whimpered the Hispanic girl.

Fingers jammed deep into my cunt. Four tongues lapped around the crown of my dick. They all touched me, stimulating my naughty bits. My fingers dug into my breasts. Pain flared as my fingernails dug into my tits. I didn't care. I savored it as…

"Fuck, yes!" I howled as my cock erupted.

The four virgins pressed their faces tight, my pussy convulsing about their fingers. They whipped my cock back and forth as blast after blast of my futa-jizz spurted out of them. I painted across all their features, bathing Jocelin's glasses, splashing across Hilario's golden-brown skin. Spunk drenched Krystine's fair cheeks and streaked across Meadow's dark hair.

The four girls moaned in delight as I gave them a futa-baptism. I shuddered, my pussy spasming so hard. The pleasure raced to my mind. It shot ecstasy through me. The congregation cried out in celebration as my ecstasy peaked in me.

"Amen, Futanari! Amen!"

I groaned, swaying, dizzy from the exertion, and hungry to have more. I stared down at the cum-drenched virgins. I fired so much. Dozens of blasts painted their faces with my ropy seed. It ran in pearly rivulets down their features to their hungry tongues. They were all so sexy. All so delicious.

But which to enjoy first and…

Jocelin had those glasses covered in my spunk.

I pounced on her with such hunger. I pushed her down onto her back while she gasped in surprise. Her glasses shifted on her face, my jizz pulling on the lens. I settled between her virgin thighs, my cock nuzzling at her trimmed bush as my tongue attacked her glasses.

I licked my salty cum off her cool lenses. I shuddered as the taste, the creamy texture of it. She whimpered beneath me, her hips wiggling, rubbing her wet bush against the tip of my dick. Her hands shot down as I lapped again and again, gathering all the spunk I could off of her. She grabbed my futa-cock and guided it to her virgin pussy.

"Oh, Futanari," she moaned as she pressed me against her hymen. "Break in my pussy and breed me!"

"Yes!" I moaned before taking another swipe across her lens, gathering another glob of my spunk, leaving white streaks across the glass.

Then I thrust.

Her cherry stretched and stretched. She quivered as my licking tongue descended to her lips, gathering more of her jizz. I found her mouth, kissing her as her hymen resisted my entrance. I groaned into her mouth and thrust harder.

Her fingers bit into my ass.

Her cherry popped.

I slid into Jocelin's pussy. She shuddered, her pussy clenching down on me while her green eyes widened behind her cum-smeared glasses. She shuddered, her body trembling beneath me, her little tits quivering.

"Futanari!" she gasped as she wrapped her arms and legs about my body, pulling me tight. "Yes, yes, Futanari! Breed me! Bless my womb with your holy seed!"

Those words, coming from her sweet voice, galvanized me. I couldn't have stopped fucking her deflowered pussy if I wanted to. Not with her begging to be bred. I couldn't resist that. Just like women wanted me to impregnate them, I wanted to pump my futa-seed into them and quicken new life in their wombs.

It was primal instincts we both felt.

My round breasts pressed into her firm titties. Her nipples kissed mine as I leaned down and captured her mouth. Her lips, stained with my jizz, tasted wonderfully sweet, from her watermelon lip gloss, and wickedly salty, from my futa-cum. I savored the contrasting flavors mixing as I kissed her. It spiced the pump of my hips.

Urged me to fuck her faster and faster.

I drove my futa-dick deep into her pussy. The singing of her church, giving praise to me, faded as the pleasure roared through my veins. There was only her tight, hot, silky cunt wrapped about my dick, pleasing it, stimulating me.

Her fingers scratched at my back as she writhed beneath me. She pumped her hips as she whimpered into our kiss. She was a fierce thing, a little hellion hiding behind those innocent glasses and schoolgirl blushes.

"Futanari!" she moaned when our kiss broke. "Yes, yes, yes! Oh, Futanari! You're going to make me cum!"

"Good," I panted. "I want to feel that cunt milk my cock! I want you working out every blast of my cum into your fertile depths.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she whimpered. "Oh, Futanari, my beautiful Goddess, breed me!"

"Breed her," whimpered Hilario from beside me, the other two virgins licking up my cum off the Hispanic girl's face. "Spill her cum into her so we can enjoy your seed, too."

"Yes, yes, we want your futa-dick in us!" groaned Krystine. "We want to be full of your girl-spunk."

"So full," whimpered Meadow, her black hair spilling about her flushed face, her big tits piled into Hilario's side.

"You will," I groaned, driving my girl-cock deep into Jocelin's pussy.

"Yes, you'll breed us all, Futanari!" the girl groaned. "Ooh, you're making my pussy so hot and juicy. Oh, yes, yes, yes!"

I kissed her again, our nipples rubbing together. Her tight pussy swelled my orgasm so fast. My ovaries brimmed with more cum to spill. I always had more jizz for fertile cunts in need of my seed. My futa-dick throbbed in her as I plowed into her so hard, so fast.

She would give birth to a daughter. She would think our daughter was holy. That thought sent a drunken wave of weird exhilaration through my flesh, tingling all my nerves. This was all so creepy and yet… it flattered me. I thrust harder and harder, pumping my dick into her untouched depths with all the passion I could.

She squealed into my kiss. Her body bucked beneath me, pressing her small nipples against my tender nubs. Then her pussy convulsed about my cock. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as her orgasm swept through her body.

I shuddered, her hot flesh sucking at my girl-dick. She was so eager for it. So hungry for my cum spilling into her pussy. As if sensing her orgasm, I heard the church's singing build louder and louder as they worshiped me.

They wanted me to breed this girl.

I broke our kiss, my back arching as I buried my futa-dick into her convulsing pussy. "Fuck, yes!"

My dick twitched.

My ovaries tightened.

"Futanari!" howled Jocelin as she felt my futa-cum spurted into her pussy. "You're breeding me!"

"The Holy Seed!" cried the congregation around me, abandoning their song. "Our Goddess spreads the Holy Seed!"

"AMEN!"

I shuddered as they sang again, a frantic chanting as my girl-cum spurted over and over into Jocelin's hot depths. Her pussy writhed about my futa-cock. She wrung me dry as the pleasure swept through my body. I groaned, my body shaking atop her, growing dizzy with the rapture.

Then I collapsed on her, panting, my orgasm spent.

"You breed me, Futanari!" Jocelin said, her eyes wild behind her glasses. Exultation spilled across her features. "Thank you, thank you!"

"Let me taste the Holy Seed in your vessel, Jocelin!" Hilario moaned.

"Yes, yes, I want that," whimpered the green-eyed girl, her pussy clenching on you. "And, please, Goddess, breed her while she pleases me. Let us share in it."

"I'll grant that… that prayer," I groaned, my futa-dick twitching. How could I say no to a virgin licking my cum out of her friend's snatch right before I popped her cherry?

I ripped my girl-dick out of Jocelin's cunt as I rolled off of her. Hilario wormed out from beneath Meadow and Krystine. The two girls didn't mind, attacking each other's cum-smeared faces, licking up my jizz as they writhed in passion. I sat up, letting the Hispanic girl get into position and shuddered.

Brother Gavin had such a huge look on his face, his arm around the green-eyed woman's shoulder. They stared at pride at their daughter I just bred. Then their eyes flicked to me and I could see the zealous worship in their eyes.

They would do anything. If I commanded them to burn down this church, they'd do it.

I glanced at the church's doors beyond the singing people. My stomach twisted. This was all so much. I shouldn't be here. These people shouldn't worship me. I was a genetic fluke, an accident of nature, not a divine goddess who—

"Futanari, breed her while she eats your Holy Seed!" Jocelin cried out.

My head snapped around. I groaned at the sight of Hilario's golden-brown form kneeling between Jocelin's thighs. The Hispanic virgin's rump faced me, a tight touch begging to be fucked. But my eyes were drawn to her shaved pussy, her pink folds peeking out around her flushed vulva, her juices glistening on the petals.

Jocelin shuddered as Hilario feasted on my cum leaking out of her pussy. That was fine. I fired so much jizz into a girl that no one could lick out all my spunk. Enough would remain behind to impregnate the girl with glasses.

Hilario's hips wiggled back and forth as she licked and lapped my cum out of her deflowered friend. I moved to her virgin pussy. The church's singing grew low, anticipating what was to come. I felt all their eyes upon me, especially Lucio and his wife, watching me lowered my face to Hilario's untouched cunt.

I grasped her rump and pressed my lips against her shaved, virgin flesh. My tongue swiped out, dragging through her tangy folds. Her cream coated my tongue as I ran from her quivering clit, up through her folds, to the entrance of her pussy covered by her maidenhead. I licked at it, fluttering my tongue against the membrane of skin.

The barrier between me and breeding her.

"Ooh, yes, yes, yes, Hilario," Jocelin moaned. "Ooh, it's so naughty. You can reach your tongue into me now."

"Uh-huh," groaned Hilario. "It's like eating your mother's cunt out. You both taste the same."

"Don't talk about my mom when eating me out!" gasped Jocelin. "Just love my pussy while the Goddess loves yours."

"She's licking me and… And it feels so good. But.. Please, Futanari, breed me. I've had my pussy licked before, but no cock has entered me. Impregnated me."

My clit-dick throbbed as my tongue fluttered through her juicy folds. My fingers clenched on her butt-cheeks. I couldn't deny this girl, either. I wanted to breed all four of these virgins, to give them the pleasures they denied themselves out of religious fervor.

But I couldn't be mad about that. Not when I got to enjoy four virgins cunts as a result.

I rose, my futa-cock throbbing before me. I brought it to her shaved flesh, staring down her supple back to her black hair draped across her shoulders. Her head moved as she devoured Jocelin, making the petite girl quiver and moan. Her green eyes locked on me.

"Fuck my friend, please, Goddess!" she whimpered, her hands squeezing her small tits.

"Yes, yes, please," moaned Meadow as she ground her pussy atop Krystine, her and the blonde tribbing together.

"I need you in me!" Hilario moaned as I rubbed my girl-dicks spongy tip against her juicy, hot flesh.

I felt her hymen.

I thrust.

Unlike Jocelin, Hilario's hymen tore with ease. I hardly felt any resistance before I was in the Hispanic girl's cunt to the hilt. Her hot flesh wrapped about me. I shuddered. She whimpered, moaning into Jocelin's pussy. My crotch smacked into her rump, a loud smack echoing through the church.

The singing swelled around me as I fucked hard into Hilario's broken in depths. Her pussy clenched around me. I shuddered, loving the feel of her virgin pussy. I licked my lips, savoring her spicy musk clinging to my lips.

My breasts heaved as I pounded her twat, her tight sheath squeezing down on my futa-dick. I massaged her rump, kneading her while her hips wiggled and stirred her girl-dick around me. The Hispanic girl moaned into her friend's snatch, licking up my cum.

My thumb slid into her butt-crack as I fucked her. I felt her puckered anus. I couldn't resist.

"Futanari!" she gasped as I jammed my thumb into her rectum.

She went off like a firecracker.

I gasped in shock as her pussy spasmed about my cock. She came so fast. I thrust into her convulsing depths, her asshole writhing about my probing thumb. Pleasure shot through me. Her hungry snatch massaged my thrusting cock, building the pressure at the tip faster than I expected.

My tits heaved as I pounded her climaxing cunt as hard as I could. She whimpered and moaned into her friend's pussy. Her hips wiggled, stirring her spasming snatch around my dick. Her flesh sucked at my futa-cock, hungry for cum.

"Shit!" I groaned, my strokes growing so hard, so erratic. The pressure swelled swiftly at the tip of her cock.

"Give my daughter your Holy Seed, Futanari!" Lucio cried out.

"Amen!" his wife moaned.

"Bless another of our daughters," Gavin called out.

"Bless her, Goddess!" whimpered Jocelin, her petite body trembling, the climaxing Hispanic girl driving Jocelin towards another orgasm.

I buried into Jocelin's convulsing snatch. I couldn't take the pleasure. My dick hit that wondrous point of no return. My back arched. My pussy clenched. Her cunt writhed about my futa-cock. My ovaries tightened.

I erupted into her pussy. I flooded my second virgin with my seed.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I cried out.

"She's blessing me!" howled Hilario as her pussy writhed and spasmed about me, working at my dick, hungry for every drop of my futa-cum. "Yes, yes, yes, she's spilling her seed in me."

The pleasure spilled through my body. Every blast of my seed spurting into her cunt had me trembling. My breasts quivered as my thumb jammed deep into her writhing asshole. Pussy juices flowed down my thighs while rapture and ecstasy bathed my mind.

"Now you have to breed me, Futanari!" Meadow moaned, still tribbing Krystine, the two virgin sluts writhing together.

"No, no, I need your seed, too," the blonde Krystine groaned as she squirmed beneath Meadow.

My futa-dick throbbed in Hilario's cunt.

I ripped out of the Hispanic girl and sprang on the two tribbing virgins. My wet dick smacked into Meadow's perky rump, splatting her with Hilario's pussy juices. She squirmed, starting to roll of her friend and dismount.

I stopped her, pinning her in place with my hand planted between her shoulder blades. "No, no, keep tribbing each other. Keep rubbing those virgin cunts together while I breed you both."

"Both?" Krystine asked, her flushed face staring up at me past Meadow's head.

"Both," I groaned, sliding my futa-dick down across Meadow's rump to nuzzle against her shaved vulva.

"You're so naughty, Futanari," breathed Meadow, her cute ass wiggling as she ground her clit into Krystine's.

The blonde moaned her agreement.

I nuzzled my clit-cock's thick tip into Meadow's virgin flesh, her hot juices coating the tip now, mixing with Hilario. I shuddered at the sight of Meadow's labia spreading about my tip, my crown pressing against her hymen. Lower, her shaved flesh met Krystine's blonde bush.

I bet Meadow loved those silky strands caressing her clit and pussy lips as she squirmed.

"Hilario, yes, yes, let me eat that pussy, too!" Jocelin moaned as her deflowered friend fell into a sixty-nine with her. "Let's celebrate our Goddess's blessing together!"

As Jocelin feasted on the creampie I made in Hilario's pussy, I popped Meadow's cherry. Her moans joined the singing church as I sank into her juicy depths. I groaned at the feel of another virgin pussy wrapped tight about my futa-dick.

Another untouched womb to breed.

I groaned as I bottomed out inside of her. My entire body shook. I trembled, wanting to stay inside of her. She felt so hot wrapped around me. So wicked. My head shook from side to side. The pleasure built and built in me. It was incredible to be inside of her.

I shuddered and drew back my hips. I groaned as her hot flesh clenched about my girl-dick. I whimpered at the heat around me. This wondrous delight that squeezed and sucked at my futa-cock as I popped it out of her cunt.

"No, no, please, put it back into me!" squealed Meadow, her cute tush clenching as I moved my soaked futa-dick down to Krystine's furred muff.

I nestled into blonde curls, found another juicy cherry, and thrust.

Krystine squealed, her hands grabbing her friend's bubbly rump as I buried into her untouched depths. My fourth virgin in the last half-hour. It was such a treat to sink into her, to feel how she was tight near the entrance of her cunt, as opposed to the middle of her snatch like Meadow. She had a slightly different texture, a delicious feel that had me trembling in delight.

"She's fucking me, Meadow!" Krystine moaned as I plowed into her juicy depths, my crotch smacking into Meadow's shaved cunt.

"Uh-huh," Meadow moaned, grinding atop her friend. "Mmm, you're so lucky. I want her in… me!"

She squealed as I rammed into her cunt, quickly switching from one cunt to the other. I'd grown skilled at fucking two women at the same time, moving back and forth from one pussy to the next. I loved doing it, one lying on the other, their bodies pressed tight, both of them squirming and groaning as they shuddered and shivered, loving each other as I pleased their pussies.

It gave me the delight of enjoying two different cunts, of switching from one to the other, experiencing the differences. It was always a delight to enter a woman, to slide my girl-dick deep into her cunt and feel her quivering around me. But then to switch to another pussy and experience that same sensation again and again.

It drove me wild.

"Yes, yes, yes, take my futa-cock, sluts!" I moaned, my tits bouncing before me. "I'm going to breed you both!"

"Thank you, Goddess!" Meadow whimpered, her pussy clenching down on my futa-dick as I pumped hard in and out of her for a few strokes, smacking my crotch into her ass gripped in Krystine's hands.

"Futanari, yes!" howled Krystine as I plowed into her juicy snatch, her once-pure depths squeezing down on me, welcoming home.

"Fuck her!" Meadow moaned. "Ooh, give her the same pleasure you give me, Futanari!"

I switched pussies, my cock momentarily free of any silky friction, the air wafting cool around my drenched cunt. Then I was back into Meadow's barely legal snatch, her hot flesh caressing the tip of my futa-dick.

The pleasure built and built in my ovaries. One more load of jizz to breed the last two virgins.

My breasts heaved and bounced as the pleasure spilled through me. It was incredible. The church pressed in on us. The men were naked now. I hadn't noticed. The women stroked their cocks. It was clear they all salivated to enjoy the four virgins, Gavin and his wife staring at Meadow and Krystine as they writhed before me, Meadow's father staring at Hilario as she sixty-nined with Jocelin.

Such lust brimmed in the air.

"Give them the Holy Seed!" chanted the church, their faces twisted with feverish light.

"Breed them, Holy Futanari!"

"Bless them, Goddess!"

"The Holy Seed!"

"Amen!"

I groaned, my pussy clenching, my juices flooding down my thighs as I fucked from cunt to cunt . Meadow and Krystine shuddered and writhed together. Their bodies undulated as I plowed over and over into their juicy twats.

I buried into Meadow and groaned as her back arched. Her rump tensed beneath Krystine's slender fingers. And her pussy… Her pussy went wild about my cock. My head threw back as her once-virgin flesh sucked at my futa-dick, begging for my girl-cum.

"I'm breeding her!" I howled as my cock erupted. My first blast of futa-cum spurted into her cunt. "I'm giving them both my holy seed!"

"HALLELUJAH!"

The cult's church thundered with their euphoric praise as I wrenched my spurting cock out of Meadow's cunt and, my jizz splashing across both their pussies, I rammed it into Krystine's fertile depths in time to give her a share of my spunk.

My body bucked and quivered as the euphoria slammed into my mind. It was so incredible. Waves of darkness washed across my vision. My eyes fluttered. My tits heaved while my pussy convulsed. Rapture flooded from my cunt while ecstasy fired from my dick.

They met in my thoughts, melted them.

Krystine's pussy milked out the last of my cum. I groaned, stumbling back. I gained my feet, swaying, staring down at the two pussies dripping with my futa-cum. The watching cult groaned, surging in, Krystine's and Meadow's parents going for Hilario and Jocelin while their parents went for Meadow and Krystine. The rest of the church swarmed who they wanted.

I shook my head as my orgasm bled out of me. Euphoria died into buzzing rapture as I witnessed their frenzied worship.

"Fuck me," I whispered.

The orgy raged around me. The members of the church, especially the women, were all so eager to touch the virgins. The older women diving between the deflowered virgin's thighs to lick at their bred pussies while the men readied themselves to enjoy their pussies. Gavin's dick aimed at Krystine's blonde-furred muff, guided towards her depths by his wife.

I backed away, realizing they had forgotten about me in their celebration.

The stained glass windows depicting my life and actions loomed about me. They stared down at me. It made me shiver. I wasn't a goddess. I felt like such a fraud standing here even pretending for these people. My excitement died.

I backed away, grabbing my discarded clothing and backpack. Then I darted for the doors. I wanted to put distance between myself and this strange cult. It was fine that they worshiped me.

I just didn't need to be there to watch it.

Outside, I drew on my clothing as fast as I could, my body buzzing from my orgasms. My backpack on, I darted down the main street from the church. My cowboy boots, well-broken in after months of walking, carried me at a brisk pace. My toned legs ate up the distance with ease.

I had gotten two blocks, halfway to the highway that ran along the north side of town, when my phone rang. I pulled it out of my skirt, frowning, wondering who was calling me right now? This was a number only a few people should know—my family and close friends, for emergencies. I asked them not to call me unless it was important.

I swiped the screen. "Hello?"

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April 17th, 2047

"Wow, that does sound a little surreal," Adelia said, shaking her head. "Do you still feel that way today about this Holy Church of the Futanari?"

"No, no," I said, the politician in me taking over. I still found it… disturbing that a large group of people worshiped me as a goddess, that they thought I was special. But they were instrumental in both getting me elected as president and helping to unify the world under the new government I would head in a few months. "I think they're wonderful people. They're good-working and honest. The men are happy to raise futa-daughters. They're honored that the women they love were blessed by me or one of my many, many daughters."

"We love them, too, Mom!" a group shouted from the audience. Clearly, my daughters were in attendance.

"So, you got a phone call," Adelia said. "This is the second time you brought up phone calls in the interview. They always are important to your life. Was it the cult? Where they trying to get you back to worship you some more?"

"No, no," I said, a smile on my face. "It was Kurt. And he dropped one astounding bomb on me. I was right there in the middle of the road in Omitz, Kansas when he told me that he was getting married." A giddy twist built in me. I couldn't help but sound gushing as I continued, "While I was wandering across America for the last few months, he met the one and was hopelessly in love. I could hear it in his voice."

"That must be such a satisfying thing to experience," Adelia said, a sighing wistfulness entering her voice.

I turned my head to stare at my wife, Sharron, watching from off-stage. Her blue eyes glowed as they stared at me, her strawberry-blonde curls falling about that beautiful face. My smile matched the loving one on her lips.

"Yes, it is," I said, not hiding the emotion.

Sharron dabbed at her eyes with her right hand, her left cradling her pregnant belly.

"Well," Adelia said, her voice a little tight with emotion, "when we get back, we'll talk about this wedding. We all know what an impact it had on your life, Becky."

My head turned back to Adelia. "It changed my life, it just took a while for me to discover that."

"We'll be right back with a word from our sponsors," Adelia said to the camera, her words breathy. The red lights dimmed.

I had to go kiss my wife.

The END of This Tale of the World's First Futa