1 Movie Night

by Stayrr

You Knew What.

207. WFF Futa's Wedding Delight

The World's First Futa–Futa's Wedding Delight Chapter One: Futa's First Naughty Reunion

The World's First Futa

Futa's Wedding Delight

Chapter One: Futa's First Naughty Reunion

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Hermaphrodite/Females, Female/Female, Oral Sex, Pregnant, Hot Wife, Cuckold, Creampie, Anal, Ass to Pussy, MILF

Description: To distract Becky, the world's first futa, from fucking the bride-to-be, all her old friends show up to distract her with their hot pussies!

Description: Becky, the world's first futa, is eager to fuck the bride despite her promise. Now if she can only figure out where she is.

Description: The world's first futa aches to enjoy a sultry bride on her wedding night!

April 17th, 2047

I hugged and kissed my pregnant wife, Sharron, during the commercial break for Adelia's talk show. For the last two hours, I'd discussed my life as the world's first futa with Adelia and the watching world. We were finally hitting one of those pivotal moments. One of those points in my life where everything changed for me.

Kurt's wedding.

Once, I thought I would marry Kurt. We were high school sweethearts. When I was eighteen, a Freshman in college, I surrendered my virginity to him. I was drunk on love that night, so eager to finally give him this gift. He made it special. He ate me out, made me cum, did everything right.

I even orgasmed before he had his climax. I didn't make him wear a condom. I was on the pill. It was the safe time in my cycle. It was so wondrous for this brief moment as he spurted his cum into my pussy. It felt so right. What I always thought it would be.

Then the burning happened.

My allergic reaction to his cum swept through me. Doctors called it human seminal plasma hypersensitivity. I darted to the bathroom and the change happened in there. I grew a clit-dick and became the world's first futa. Before the night was done, I'd fucked his step-sister, Janice, and his mother, Mrs. Albertson. I changed his family life forever, breeding both women.

Kurt and I broke up that night. I just didn't like men any longer.

Now Mrs. Albertson had two lovers, her husband and her step-daughter, the pair sharing the MILF. She had a new child, Kurt's half-sister, one of my futa-daughters. Janice had her futa-daughter, too. Despite this, Kurt and I remained close friends through college. I was happy he found his soulmate because—

"Thirty seconds, Madam President," the male producer, whose name I was blanking on, said. It had to be a male because women lost control of their lusts around me, especially if I had never bred them, so all the crew were men so they could focus on their jobs.

"Right," I said, breaking away from Sharron, her blue eyes glistening with tears of joy. I gave her a quick kiss. "Love you."

"Love you, too," she said. She was half my age, but just so wonderful. She had her father's smile. It shone across those lips I loved to kiss.

I broke away from her and marched back onto stage. The studio audience murmured, restless during the two minute commercial break. Adelia straightened at the sight of me, the caramel-skinned talk show host looking so beautiful in her cream dress. It contrasted so richly with her delicious hue of skin.

I sat down the couch beside her, the three cameras aimed at us.

"And we're life in five, four, three…" the producer said then silently mouthed, "Two, one."

"We're back with former president, Becky Woodward," Adelia said. "And President-Elect Woodward, too. That's going to get complicated. President of the United States and then President of the United Nations."

"It's quite the accomplishment," I agreed, "but I thought we were talking about Kurt's wedding. It's such a meaningful time in my life and I was absolutely shocked when I got that phone call in the middle of Kansas."

"After your naughty encounter with that cult and their virgin treats," Adelia said, a purr to her voice.

I shivered, my futa-cock throbbing beneath my skirt. "Yes, so it was a very… off-balancing day. Here it was the end of September, only three months since Kurt and I graduated from college, and he met, fell in love with, and proposed to a girl in that short time."

"That does sound sudden, but sometimes love just blossoms like that," Adelia said.

I glanced at my pregnant wife, looking so beautiful with her strawberry-blonde hair spilling about her face. "Yes, it does." I drew in a deep breath, fighting off the sting of joyful tears. "Well, I was ecstatic until he told me he didn't want me to show up until the day before the wedding.

"He didn't want me coming anywhere near his wife."

"So you wouldn't breed her?" asked Adelia, leaning forward.

"Of course. Kurt had shared every girl he dated with me in college. But… he never loved those girls. Not like he loved me. But with Rosemary, he finally found someone he could treasure. I wasn't surprised he didn't want to share. I even offered not to come to the wedding. I could stay away from Kurt and his wife for the rest of my life. But Kurt wanted me there. He said he had a plan to keep me distracted."

Adelia gave me a wicked smile. "Did that plan involve pussy?"

I arched an eyebrow at her. "What do you think?"

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June 10th, 2022

I stepped out of the small Amtrak station in Seattle, Washington. Riding a train was a safer way to travel across the country then risking a flight. I mean, what would happen if I set off an orgy in a plane? Would all those people moving around shift the weight?Amtrak let me have my own private cabin where I could control the fun. Sure, I enjoyed a couple women on my journey from West Texas. I was in that part of the country the last month spending time with these Christian churches who embraced me as part of Gods plan. They had some many their virginal daughters, and hot wives, in need of my "miraculous" seed.

Now sitting on the bench, watching the evening traffic slide down the street, I shivered. The wedding was tomorrow. I had to go the entire day without fucking the bride. I would do my best, but… women grew so crazy to have sex with me. Denying them… Well, that never worked well. I didn't see how this wouldn't end with Kurt having a bred bride on his honeymoon.

I didn't want to break my word.

"I shouldn't have come," I muttered for the hundredth time today. My stomach twisted as I waited for Kurt to arrive. "This is going to backfire."

I rubbed my hands together, my feet squeezing around my backpack resting on the sidewalk before me. It held my spare change of clothes and extra socks and panties. I'd shed most of my personal possessions to be a vagabond. I was rich thanks to the Ms. Bred Pageant and all the sponsorship I did in college. I didn't need to wander around like a hobo, but it was just… something to do. To experience new people. See the world.

I should get back to it. Stay away. I could head into the station, get on the train before it left, and be far away before the wedding. Kurt could have his bride untouched by me. He had to know he was playing with fire by inviting me.

The squeak of brakes lifted my attention. Kurt's pickup truck pulled up, a big, black thing totally impractical for someone living in Seattle to drive, especially someone with a degree in history. The passenger door flew open and…

"Dona?" I blinked at the brunette girl who flounced out. She'd let her hair grow out longer from when I last saw her at our graduation last year, and there was no sign of her nose ring at all. But she still had that naughty, smiling face, her petite body clad in a short skirt and a tank top molding to her small breasts.

"Hey, Becky," she said, squirming. "Oh, my god, you're so tan. And you're hair. It's soooo blonde now."

"A year in the sun," I told her, flying off the bench and rushing to one of my college friends. Her and Kaelea helped me accept that it was okay I made women so horny they had to fuck me. I hugged her and planted a quick, hot kiss on her mouth, making my futa-dick swell up in my jeans I wore. "How's Danielle."

"Our daughter is four and just full of unanswerable questions," Dona said, a big smile crossing her lips. "She's starting preschool in the fall. Preschool, Becky!"

Before I could process that, Kurt appeared, strolling around from the other side of the cab, that big, friendly smile on his lips, his blue eyes shining with joy. He had his red hair cut even shorter than last time, and comb into a neat appearance. His clothing fit him better, too. I felt a woman's touch in his appearance; the effect caused by someone who cared about what he looked like.

"Becky!" he breathed before he swept me up in his arms.

"God, it's good to see you, Kurt," I groaned. "I can't believe it's been a year. And you… Getting married."

"I know," Kurt said, rocking me in his arms. He broke away. "I can't wait for tomorrow. I'm almost giddy, you know? Damn, just full of so much energy."

"And no visiting Rosemary to satiate it tonight," Dona said, a naughty twinkle in her eyes. "Though they snuck off during the rehearsal yesterday and did it in the supply closet."

"Rosemary's idea," Kurt said, a big grin on his face.

"She sounds like a special woman," I said. God, I hoped I could keep my promise. I would try so, so hard.

"You have no idea," Kurt said. His eyes swept across the station. "Is that it? Just a backpack?"

"What more does a hitchhiker need to travel across America?"

"I guess so," Kurt said. He grabbed it and threw it behind the seat. I frowned at the truck cab. "You only have the two seats."

"You're my seat, Becky," Dona said, patting my futa-cock bulging the front of my jeans. "We're going to make sure you have all the pussy your cock needs to get you through the wedding. Starting with mine." She lifted her skirt right there on the street, flashing her shaved pussy, a landing strip of brown hair leading to her engorged labia.

"Damn," I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing in my pants.

"What else are friends for?" Dona asked, a big grin on her lips.

"True," I said and climbed into the cab. I deftly popped my jeans' fastener and unzipped my fly. In moments, my huge girl-dick thrust out before me.

Dona climbed up into the cab, slid her lithe body between me and the dashboard, her rump facing me. Then she sank towards my lap. I aimed my cock at her dripping pussy. I whimpered at the folds of her pussy caressed my dick, her body wiggling.

"Ooh, I missed this dick," Dona groaned. "My boyfriend just isn't this hung."

I squirmed, realizing how little I thought about my friends from college. I hadn't talked to Chris and Tiffany more than three times and hadn't heard from Hank at all. Janice and I traded a few texts, and Mrs. Albertson remembered my twenty-third birthday back in April.

"Ooh, yes, yes, yes, I love this cock!" Dona groaned as she sank all the way down my dick, her naked rump pressed into my crotch, her thighs silky against mine. She squirmed around, stirring her pussy around my dick. "Mmm, this is the only way to drive."

"Yes," I groaned, my dick throbbing in hot pussy.

Kurt climbed into the driver seat and put his truck into gear. Her pulled out into traffic as I enjoyed the delight of Dona's cunt wrapped about my futa-dick. She was so hot and juicy, and so tight. Not virgin tight, but still a wonderful treat.

"Damn," I groaned, rubbing my cheek into her back, feeling the cotton of her tank top. "Mmm, Dona, I missed your pussy. Such a nice snatch."

"One of the best," Dona said. "Right, Kurt?"

"Definitely," Kurt said. They used to date, too, right after we broke up.

"So… how did you and Rosemary meet," I said, staring at Kurt. "I want deets."

The smile that broke across Kurt's face told me everything I needed to know. He really loved Rosemary. It shone across his face and gave his normally friendly grin a charm to it that made me envious of this Rosemary. She would get everything I once thought I'd have with Kurt.

I hoped she loved him back just as fiercely.

"We sat by each other on a flight down to Vegas," Kurt said. "I was going to have some fun right after graduation."

"And debauchery," Dona said, her pussy clenching down on my dick.

"Definitely," Kurt said, nodding his head as he navigated through the Seattle streets. "I didn't expect to be seated next to this amazing woman. We just started talking, she was going down for a wedding, and… we just clicked. I don't know how to describe it except it we both just felt it. This attraction for each other.

"It was… I know it sounds cliche, but it was magnetic. She pulled me towards her. I ended up being her plus one for the wedding. Instead of gambling and hitting strip clubs, I was having a blast at a wedding were I literally knew no one else. I barely even knew Rosemary." He smiled. "Watching her dance the Macarena was… special."

"White girl dancing?" I asked, my futa-dick twitching inside of Dona.

"You have no idea," he said, his smile only growing broader. "Then she went and caught the bouquet. She whirled around and brandished at me, saying, 'Not good for you, buddy.' And I just knew I would marry her. Right then and there. Everyone says love at first sight isn't real, but it happened. We're proof of it. I mean, we're buying a house, Becky. It's in escrow. A house!"

"You're growing up," I said, hugging Dona tight.

She shivered on me and worked her pussy up and down my girl-dick. "Mmm, growing up happens to us all. I mean, your clit grew up into this big dick."

"Oh, that's a terrible joke," I moaned, my hands sliding up to grope her breasts. "I should have Kurt pull over and leave you on the curb. No futa-cock for you."

"Then she'd miss out on the orgy," Kurt added.

My head perked up at the O word.

"We're having a party at your hotel room," Dona said. "All part of the plan. You won't feel the need to wander off and find a certain bride with all us keeping your cock distracted with pussy. We're all sooooo eager for it."

I grinned at that as she bounced more on my girl-dick. I shivered, loving the feel of her pussy. She leaned forward, bracing her elbows on the dashboard. She leveraged her hips upward, sliding her cunt up my futa-cock.

Pleasure spilled down my shaft. I groaned at the silky delight of her pussy working up and down my girl-dick. It was such an incredible feel. It made me groan. My toes curled as the pleasure spilled through me. The streets of Seattle passed as she fucked her pussy up and down my futa-dick.

"Damn, Dona, I love this plan," I whimpered.

"Of course you do," Kurt said. "You're the horniest person in the world."

"Horniest futa!" Dona gasped, her pussy squeezing down on my futa-dick. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, I've missed this dick!"

She slammed her cunt down my cock, her hot flesh caressing my dick. My tip throbbed as it drank in the silky friction of her hot sheath working faster and faster up and down my shaft. I shuddered, my hands squeezing her tits through her tank top.

The pleasure flowed down my shaft to my own pussy. My snatch grew hotter and hotter, the heat reaching my ovaries. They quivered with a load of futa-seed for Dona's pussy. I shifted in the chair, little moans escaping my lips as she worked that delicious cunt up and down my dick.

Faster and faster.

She slammed her rump down to smack into my crotch. Her hair danced about her shoulders. Her juices coated my dick, working that slick cunt up and down my shaft. I groaned as the pleasure built and built inside of my ovaries.

"Shit!" I gasped, my hands squeezing her tits, her nipples so hard through her thin cloth. "Oh, shit, yes, yes, yes!"

"Cum in me!" she groaned. "Cum in my pussy, please, Becky!"

She slammed her cunt down my girl-dick as we pulled off the street into a hotel parking lot. We drove towards the valet station as my pussy clenched. Dona's hot cunt squeezed down on my shaft as she rose up it.

The sensations shot through me. I let out an explosive moan. My cum fired out of my girl-dick. It flooded into her body. Such rapture surged through me. It left me quivering and groaning, my head smacking back into the seat.

"Yes!" she hissed. Then her pussy joined me in convulsing rapture.

I groaned at that delicious delight of her cunt milking my dick. Her silky walls worked about my shaft, drawing out every drop of cum I had in me. I groaned, my heart thudding away in my chest as I loved this moment.

Such a treat. Such an absolute delight to experience.

My pleasure peaked in me as the passenger door opened. The valet in the red vest and white shirt gasped as the sight of us writhing together in orgasmic passion, Dona moaning as my final blast of cum spurted into her juicy pussy.

"Ooh, I needed that," Dona said, her body shivering. Then she blinked at the valet. "Mmm, help me down, cutie."

"Uh… yeah," the young man said, his hair spiked up with that wet, gel look. He took her hand.

I moaned as she slid off my futa-cock.

His eyes bulged. "Holy shi… shoot. You're Becky. The futanari."

"I am," I said, smiling at him, my hard dick quivering, adorned with pussy juices. I followed Dona out of the cab, my cock bouncing before me. "You have yourself a good night."

"Feel free to rub one out thinking about us," Dona purred to the valet as I led her into the Red Lion Hotel where the wedding was being held.

I giggled, watching the valet's jaws drop. I whispered to Dona, "You are a wicked thing."

"Uh-huh," she groaned. "I spent the last year working in an office. I need this."

I grinned at her as she led me to the elevator. When I noticed the line of cum running down her thighs, I didn't hesitate to swipe up my pearly spunk. I clung to my finger, looking so yummy. I smeared it on my lips and kissed her.

Her tongue fluttered out, swiping it up while my futa-dick pressed into her belly, rubbing on the cotton of her tank top. In moments, the elevator dinged and she broke apart from me, yanking me out and hurrying down the hall to my hotel room, provided by Kurt.

She reached it and knocked hard. "I got her! Open up!"

To my surprise, Chris opened the door. The nerdy guy stood there, glasses on his face, wearing a t-shirt with a video game character on it, a pair of jeans on his skinny legs. In seconds, his arms were around me, not caring my hard dick nudged his stomach.

"It's good to see you, Becky," he said.

"Mmm, Chris, it is," I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He felt baby-smooth. I wondered if he even shaved yet. I mean, he was twenty-three like me, but he still felt like a boy. "If you're here, that must mean Tiffany is, too."

"Right here," Tiffany purred.

Chris's blonde wife, they married before we finished college, stood in the center of the room, naked, her brown hair spilling about her cute face. Her round breasts looked so ripe, and her stomach had a slight curve to it and…

"You're pregnant?" I gasped.

"Our first," Chris said as I went to his naked wife, my hand going to her bred belly while my lips found hers.

Chris loved to watch me fuck his wife. He was totally into futanari. He doted on my daughter with Tiffany, too. I knew he would spend the evening in the corner, jerking his cock until he could fuck his wife's cunt sloppy with my jizz.

It made my futa-cock throb as it nuzzled wet against her belly. Tiffany's lips were so hot and hungry on mine, her tongue dancing against mine as her arms snaked around my blonde hair, holding me tight against her.

"Ooh, that's hot," another familiar voice said.

I broke the kiss with Tiffany and glanced at the bed where Janice and her step-mother, Mrs. Albertson, cuddled naked in taboo passion. Mrs. Albertson's large tit pressed into her daughter's equally big breast, their pillowy mounds looking so delicious together. A fat, dark-red nipple grazed a pink nub as the two women shuddered together. Janice's short bob of brown hair framed that naughty, round face while Mrs. Albertson had the same fiery-red hair of her son, Kurt, giving the MILF such a wild look to her.

"Ooh, this is going to be a fun night," I groaned.

"Yes, it will be," Mrs. Albertson and her daughter purred together. They broke apart and rolled off the bed. The moved towards me from opposite sides of the hotel bed, their tits jiggling.

It looked so coordinated. I giggled, picturing them practicing this sensual sway.

Janice furrowed her brow, giving me an annoyed look.

"Sorry," I said, waving my hand. "Don't mind me. I've been traveling all day."

"And fucking naughty women on the train?" Tiffany asked as she led Dona to the bed.

"I bet she has," Chris groaned. "Ooh, are you eating out Dona's creampie, Tif?"

"Yep, yum," Tiffany purred.

I shuddered. "Yes, I was fucking women. It was exhausting."

"Liar," Janice purred as she and her step-mother reached me.

In unison, the busty mother and daughter fell to their knees, their pillowy tits swaying. Janice's were slightly perkier than her mother's heavy tits. They both were beautiful, though. They made me ache as their hands seized my huge shaft thrusting out before me.

I groaned as they stoked me and brought their mouths to my spongy crown. Their cheeks rubbed together, Janice's brown hair merging into her mother's fiery locks. Then their lips were nibbling on the edges of my cock, both so hot and wet.

Both so delicious.

Pleasure shot down my shaft as I enjoyed the taboo blowjob from the two women. Their tongues flicked out, caressing my sensitive tip and each other. It was so hot as mother and daughter nuzzled against each other, loving each other.

It made me tremble. It made my pussy drip juices. Their other hands grabbed my jeans, working them down my legs. They bunched my jeans around my ankles then stroked up my thighs to my cute boy shorts, a soft lilac color. I wore boy short panties because they gave my cock more room while still feeling cute and feminine.

They peeled those down, exposing my blonde bush adorning my soaked pussy. Mother and daughter's fingers found my juicy pussy lips as they kept sucking and nibbling on the tip of my cock, sharing my passion.

"Oh, damn, I missed you both," I groaned.

"Mmm it's so naughty when they suck you together," Dona moaned. Then she gasped. "Ooh, Tiffany, yes, yes, work that tongue into my twat. Scoop out all of Becky's cum."

"All of it!" groaned Chris as he unzipped his pants.

I didn't mind if he stroked his little dick. It was hot having an audience, even if it was a guy I had no interest in fucking. Just being watched made me wet. My hands peeled off my tank top, exposing my round breasts, both paler than my arms and neck, giving me a farmer's tan.

Or a hitchhikers tan.

My tits swayed as I groaned. Mrs. Albertson swallowed my cock entirely, bobbing her mouth up and down it twice before popping her mouth off. My dick quivered for a heartbeat without stimulation, then Janice sucked it, eyes closed as she tasted her mother's saliva adorning my dick.

They swapped my cock back and forth, sucking a few times before popping off and trading. It was so naughty going from one hot mouth to another, from mother to daughter than back to mother again. Their tongue swirled about my crown while their fingers played with my pussy.

They both jabbed two into my cunt.

"Yes!" I moaned as their four digits pumped into me, moving at different rhythms. They slid through my silky depths, sending pleasure racing up to the tip of my dick buried in Mrs. Albertson's mouth.

"Mmm, you're going to cum all over our faces," Janice purred before taking over sucking my dick.

"Just coating our faces," the MILF moaned, her green eyes glassy with lust. "Then we're going to lick each other clean."

"Yes!" I whimpered, my pussy clenching about their probing fingers. "All over your faces."

The MILF swallowed my dick while her daughter groaned, "Ooh, we want you to bathe us."

I shivered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. It was so hard to think about Rosemary—that nubile, delicious bride—lurking somewhere in this hotel, her pussy in need of being bred. She needed my cum pumping into her cunt. I'd plant my futa-daughter into her womb.

No, no, I couldn't do that.

Mother and daughter swapped my cock again, their mouths both so hot, their tongues both so naughty. The pleasure built and built in my pussy as they teased me. They worked their fingers in and out of my cunt faster and faster. My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure swelled through me. It was so intense. It brought me to the verge of erupting.

I could just find Rosemary and breed her. Just breed her soon-to-be-married pussy and—

"Fuck!" I groaned.

My cock erupted.

My pussy convulsed around the mother and her step-daughter's digits. My futa-jizz boiled out of the tip of my dick. Janice popped her mouth off my dick, taking the first load in her mouth. But the second painted a ropy line across her face and her mother's. I shuddered, pleasure surging through me as I squirted again and again.

I coated Janice's young face and her mother's mature features. I coated them in my pearly jizz. My round tits heaved every time I erupted. Pleasure spiked through me, joining the bliss washing out of my cunt.

"Ooh, yes, yes!" I panted, loving that feel. My toes curled in my boots. "That's great."

"Mmm, it was," Janice moaned, my jizz dripping off her features. Then she turned her head and kissed her mother hard on the mouth.

They traded my jizz back and forth as they shard their forbidden kiss. Their large tits, both splattered in drops of my pearly spunk, pressed together. They sank to the floor of the hotel room, loving each other.

Rosemary was around here. I just had to—

"Tiffany, yes!" squealed Dona. "Oh, my god, you're so good at that.

I lifted my head and groaned at the sight of Tiffany's shaved pussy aimed right at me, her pregnant pussy on display, dripping with her juices. Her dream ran down her thighs. The swell of her bred belly swayed beneath her.

My girl-dick throbbed.

As Tiffany feasted on Dona's pussy, I ripped off my boots with hard tugs, dropping them by the mother and step-daughter writhing in their taboo passion. I worked off my jeans and panties then I advanced, my cock hard.

Chris stroked his dick faster, watching my futa-cock approach his wife's pregnant pussy. I winked at him as I mounted the bed. He groaned, biting his lower lip. He really, really got off on me fucking his wife.

"Yes, yes, yes, Becky, do it!" Dona moaned, her dark eyes meeting mine. "Just ram it into the pregnant slut while I cum again on her mouth."

"Mmm, I like that idea," Tiffany moaned, her hips wiggling.

I brought my futa-dick to her pregnant pussy. I'd never fucked a woman bred by her own husband. This was so naughty. Rosemary faded from my mind as I slid my cock up and down Tiffany's slit. Here was a cunt I couldn't breed and that was…

Novel.

Different.

I nuzzled my cock into her folds. I rubbed it up and down her, loving the way she caressed me. It made me tingle. I groaned at the way her pussy kissed my dick. Her silky lips caressed the spongy tip, sending pleasure to my own dripping cunt.

Then, with a grunt, I rammed into her pregnant depths.

My eyes widened at the feel of her hot, juicy cunt wrapped about my cock. Chris groaned as I cuckolded him, sliding into the very pussy he bred. Into his wife's cunt. My hands squeezed her hips. I licked my lips, my hips undulating, sliding around, stirring up her pussy.

It brought such a smile to my lips as I drew back through her silken grip. Her pussy was so tight. The friction so succulent to enjoy. I shivered, my cunt drinking in the sensations flowing down my cock as I rammed back into her.

She moaned into Dona's cunt.

"Ooh, yes, yes, she loved that," Dona moaned, her hands squeezing her small breasts as she stared at me. "Just fuck that pregnant slut while her wimpy husband watches."

"Yes, yes, make my wife cum!" groaned Chris. "Please, Becky."

The words made me grin. My hands slid around Tiffany's waist to grip her pregnant belly. I stroked the fertile curve as I pounded her cunt. I rammed my futa-dick again and again into her depths, churning her up, reveling in the feel of her about me.

Pleasure spilled through my body. My tits heaved as I moaned. My blonde hair danced about my face. Tiffany whimpered, her head moving as she nuzzled into Dona's pussy. Pleasure crossed my friend's face as she ground on the pregnant wife's hungry mouth, the pair of us using her while Chris watched.

It made me thrust harder and faster. My orgasm built so fast as I used her juicy snatch. Her pregnant cunt clenched down on me. The friction was wonderful. It felt so incredible about my plunging girl-dick.

"Yes, yes, yes, Becky!" moaned the pregnant wife. "Ooh, fuck me while my husband watches. Fuck me with that huge cock! Ooh, it's so much thicker than his. Longer! It'll make me cum so much harder."

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, please my wife," the cuckold groaned, fisting his little dick so fast. The sounds of his strokes merged with the taboo moans of Mrs. Albertson and her daughter writhing in passion on the floor.

Were they sixty-nining? It sounded like it.

I shuddered realizing there was another wife I could cuckold. Mrs. Albertson's husband would be in the hotel knowing his wife writhed in orgasmic passion with his daughter and me. I shuddered, pounding Tiffany's cunt so fast.

And Rosemary… A bride… Which meant I could cuckold Kurt and…

I shook my head, concentrating on the delight of the pregnant pussy I fucked. I thrust as hard as I could into Tiffany's snatch. Her hot cunt gripped me. She moaned louder and louder into Dona's pussy, trembling.

Then her pussy went wild about my cock. She spasmed, clearly cumming. I shuddered, loving making a woman orgasm. My dick pleased her married, pregnant snatch. I shuddered, plowing into her convulsing depths.

"Ooh, your wife is cumming on my big futa-dick, Chris!" I moaned. "Like a whore!"

"I am her whore, honey!" groaned Tiffany into Dona's pussy.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Dona groaned. "Just a naughty whore. Ooh, right there… Fuck!"

Dona thrashed, joining Tiffany in orgasmic delight. I shivered, the convulsing flesh of Tiffany's cunt bringing me closer and closer to erupting. She writhed about me, rippling. Her pregnant pussy begged for my jizz.

"Shit!" I groaned, my back arching. "Oh, shit, shit, shit!"

My futa-cum erupted. My spunk fired hard and fast. It was incredible. Such wondrous delight surged through my body. I whimpered as my cum boiled out of me. Blast after blast of jizz filled her married cunt.

"Take my jizz, slut!" I groaned. "Just take every drop."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Tiffany moaned. "Ooh, I love it. Chris, she's filling my cunt with all her cum!"

"Ooh, now I get to fuck your sloppy pussy," Chris moaned, releasing his cock.

I thrust a final time into his wife's snatch. I unloaded a final drop. She kept feasting on Dona, my other friend bucking and writhing. Her moans still echoed, merging with Mrs. Albertson and Janice's gasps from the floor.

"She's all yours," I moaned to the cuckold while ripping my girl-dick out of Tiffany's depths. I scooted out of the way as Chris hurried over.

In moments, the nerdy guy was behind his wife. She moaned in contented delight as he slid in. She lapped at Dona's pussy as her husband fucked her hard and fast with his little dick. Could she even feel him in her after I stretched her open with my monster-sized futa-cock?

"Ooh, it's our turn, Mom!" Janice said, popping to her feet. Her face was smeared with her step-mother's juices. "Ready for us, Becky?"

I nodded my head, eager to fuck a mother and her daughter.

Janice hauled her mother to her feet, the older woman's lush face equally smeared in pussy cream, then the pair stretched out on the bed, Janice atop her mother, their lips meeting in a sensuous kiss, sharing the other's juices, reveling in their forbidden passion.

Mrs. Albertson raised that busty girl squirming atop her. She was more a real mother to Janice than her actual one who died giving birth to her.

I shuddered, staring at Janice's shaved snatch rubbing into her mother's red-furred muff. I groaned at the wicked sight. It was such a treat, fucking from one pussy to another. But when one belonged to a mother and the other her daughter…

"Damn," I groaned, Rosemary fading from my thoughts. I had something naughty to enjoy.

I knelt between their thighs, kneeling beside Chris as he grunted away at his wife's pussy. I brought my dick to the two cunts before me, sliding from a furred muff to a bald twat. I loved the contrasting textures of silky hair and silky flesh.

But both were wet. Hot. They needed to be filled. They whimpered their taboo pleasure as they writhed together, tribbing their clits, giving each other pleasure as they waited for my girl-dick to ram into their depths.

With a groan, I thrust into Mrs. Albertson's juicy snatch. I sank it on the older woman's cunt, reveling in the heat of her married cunt, cuckolding her husband. She moaned into her daughter's lips. Her hands grabbed Janice's butt-cheeks, kneading them, parting her crack.

I shuddered, thrusting into her, my blonde bush smacking into Janice's shaved twat as I reveled in her mother's cunt. But I needed to enjoy the daughter, too. I swapped pussies, plunging into younger snatch. Tighter snatch.

"Ooh, yes, yes, yes, Becky!" Janice moaned, her pussy squeezing down on my futa-dick as she rotated her hips. "Damn, that's good. Fuck me!"

"Yes, yes, fuck my daughter's pussy!" Mrs. Albertson moaned.

I thrust a few strokes into Janice's cunt, but I had to be back in the MILF's depths. I ripped out of Mrs. Albertson's daughter and plunged deep into her married snatch. She moaned, squeezing about me. They kissed again, the MILF's fingers digging into Janice's rump.

I swapped pussies over and over. I plunged back and forth from mother to daughter, mixing their pussy juices together. I stared at Janice's supple back as she writhed atop her mother. She worked her hips, stirring around, grinding her clit into her mother's hot and juicy snatch, her ass jiggling.

Her asshole winking at me.

I stared that puckered hole as I plunged into her mother's pussy. A naughty tremble raced through me. A depraved idea. I pumped away a few times, driving Mrs. Albertson wild, then ripped my girl-dick out of her snatch. I moved it up and up, past Janice's cunt.

I placed it against her asshole. Thrust.

"Holy shit, Becky!" Janice moaned as I sank my cock into her bowels. "You wicked futa, yes!"

Her asshole writhed about my cock. As I plunged into her velvety bowels, my cock lubed by her mother's cunt, her orgasm surged through her body. She spasmed atop her mother as I buried to the hilt in her asshole. And fucked her hard.

"What did she do?" Mrs. Albertson moaned.

"She's sodomizing me, Mom!" groaned Janice. "Oh, god, she's fucking my asshole so hard."

"I am!" I groaned. "Mmm, then I'm cumming back to your pussy, Mrs. Albertson."

"Oh, that's so nasty!" the mother groaned. "Ooh, you'll fuck my pussy with a cock dirty with my daughter's asshole?"

"Uh-huh!" I groaned.

"Ooh, do it!" Janice moaned, her back arching.

I ripped my girl-dick out of Janice's convulsing asshole, moved lower past Janice's cunt, and pressed into her mother's soaked bush. I rammed into Mrs. Albertson's cunt, sliding to the depths in her. Her pussy clenched about my cock, buffing it clean of her step-daughter's asshole.

I shuddered at the depravity of it, my ovaries clenching, filling up with a load of cum. I thrust so hard, washing my cock clean of her daughter's asshole. Her pussy was so hot around me. I whimpered my tits heaving, getting closer and closer to cumming.

"Oh, yes!" Mrs. Albertson groaned. "Oh, that's so nasty! I've missed you, Becky, honey!"

Her pussy went wild about my girl-dick.

"Missed you, too!" I groaned, ripping my dick out of her convulsing pussy and slammed it back into Janice's bowels.

Her asshole still writhed, her orgasm still rippling through her. She ground atop her mother as I pumped away at her asshole, getting my cock all dirty again. My pussy clenching, my ovaries so tight with cum.

Then I ripped out of Janice's asshole and plunged into her mother's spasming cunt. Mrs. Albertson's climaxing pussy bathed my cock in hot juices. Her silky flesh massaged my dick, working around it, cleaning it up.

"This is so filthy!" groaned Mrs. Albertson. "I love it!"

"Yes!" I panted, trembling as I plowed into her. "Oh, it's good."

I ripped out of her pussy, my dick dripping in her juices. I readjusted. It was easy, Mrs. Albertson's hands keeping Janice's butt-cheeks spread wide apart, and plunged into the daughter's quivering asshole. I sank into her velvety depths.

"Ooh, yes, yes, yes, she's back in me, Mom!" she howled. "Oh, damn, I'm cumming again."

"That's so hot," Dona moaned beside us as I buggered Janice hard and fast. "Ooh, yes, yes, yes, cum in her asshole, Becky. I'm going to lick her clean."

"Yes!" Chris groaned. "Oh, fuck, yes!"

"Ooh, honey, add your cum to my pussy's sloppy depths!" whimpered Tiffany.

I shivered, the debauchery in the hotel room, our reunion orgy, burning around me. I loved it. I pumped my cock hard and fast into Janice's asshole, pressing her atop her writhing mother. I groaned, my pussy growing tighter, my ovaries boiling.

I exploded.

My cum fired out of my futa-dick.

Waves of euphoric darkness washed across my visions.

Stars danced across my vision.

Pussy juices gushed down my thighs.

I reveled in the rapture crashing through my body. It was incredible. It was stupendous. My eyes rolled back in my head. My heart hammered in my chest. I groaned and whimpered, my dick throbbing in Janice's bowels as her writhing asshole milked my cock dry.

"Damn," I groaned, trembling. "Oh, it's so wonderful to be back with you all."

"Uh-huh," Tiffany moaned as she and her husband cuddled together.

"Ooh, rip out of her asshole so I can enjoy her!" Dona moaned, licking her lips.

I did, grunting as my cock slid out of Janice's bowels. Kurt's step-sister scrambled off his mother and knelt beside us, wiggling her ass at Dona. She bent down and buried her face between Janice's butt-cheeks, licking up my cum.

I shivered, satiated for the moment, but just knowing that Rosemary was out there, that there was this unbred woman in need of my futa-cum, made my dick ache and throb. I would need pussy around me at all time.

Pussy that I could breed. I loved Dona and Mrs. Albertson, Janice and Tiffany, but they were already impregnated by me. I'd knocked them up once. I'd never had a woman conceive a second child with me. So they weren't what I truly craved.

Rosemary was in this hotel somewhere. I wanted to go find her. I ached for it. but I wanted to keep my promise. I had to keep it. I wouldn't let Kurt down.

So I looked down at his mother quivering before me, her pussy needing to be filled with cum. I slammed into her flesh with my cock dirty with her step-daughter's asshole. The MILF groaned as I filled her, a big smile crossing her lips as she buffed my futa-dick clean. Her large breasts bounced as I plowed into her while her hot snatch gripped me.

It had to do. For now.

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April 17th, 2047

"The promise was very important to you," Adelia said, her voice grave.

"Of course. Kurt's special." I smiled, glancing out at the studio audience. "He's the only guy I ever made love to. My first time. And you never forget that, do you?"

"No," Adelia said, a soft smile spreading on her lips, her eyes growing distant for a moment. "No, you don't."

I didn't know if she was remember her first time ever, or our first time when she interviewed me nineteen or so years ago. "So I would do anything for him. It scared me that I might hurt him. What really worried me was the wedding the next day. I knew any hotel conference room wouldn't be too big. What if I couldn't keep far enough away from Rosemary. She might just lose control in the middle of the ceremony and fuck me. As I fucked Mrs. Albertson, I could only think about Rosemary in her wedding white, looking so yummy."

"But Kurt had a plan?" Adelia asked.

"I just hoped it would be enough."

To be continued…

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

The World's First Futa

Futa's Wedding Delight

Chapter Two: Futa's First Naughty Wedding

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Interracial, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, Hot Wife, Cuckold, Breeding, Oral Sex, Anal Sex

Description: Becky, the world's first futa, is eager to fuck the bride despite her promise. Now if she can only figure out where she is.

April 17th, 2047

"So, did it work?" Adelia asked me, leaning forward, the interviewers dark eyes so warm as they stared at me. "Did they keep you distracted?"

I patted her caramel-hued thigh right above the hem of her dress, my futa-dick twitching as I remembered that wild night. "They tried. My cheer squad showed up and kept me busy for a few hours, and the president of the University of Washington demanded a nice fuck pressed against the hotel room window." I smiled as I remembered driving my cock so hard into her cunt while she screamed her head off. "But by 4 AM, there were a lot of passed out, well-fucked girls in my room, and I was still somehow keyed up and wide awake.

"My cock had an itch in it. Rosemary was in the hotel somewhere. Her pussy was in need of being bred. I tried to focus on the promise I made Kurt, but… I found myself with no diversions to enjoy."

"That doesn't sound good," Amelia said.

I squeezed her thigh and shook my head.

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June 11th, 2022

I closed the door to my hotel room behind me as quietly as I could. That itch throbbed through my futa-dick. I had a complimentary bathrobe wrapped about my body splattered in my own jizz and half the pussy juices of the University of Washington's cheer squad, both former and active members of the group. They were all passed out.

I should be passed out.

But my futa-dick throbbed.

It thrust out the gap in my robe, pointing ahead of me. It was almost like it pulled me along. I stumbled down the hallway of the Red Lion Hotel, one of the nicest in Seattle. The wedding was happening tomorrow on the premise. My ex-boyfriend Kurt was marrying the love of his life, the mysterious Rosemary who swept him off his feet in a day.

I bet she would gasp so loudly on my futa-cock. She would milk my dick of all my girl-cum. I would pump her full of so much jizz. It would be incredible. Fantastic. The bride would scream out in rapture as I bred her pussy. I would give the happy couple the naughtiest gift of all: a futa-daughter growing in Rosemary's baby.

I know Kurt didn't want me to fuck his bride. I wanted to keep that promise so badly.

"Stupid cock," I muttered as I marched to the elevator. "There is plenty of pussy back in my hotel room. Mei Wen is cuddled up with her wife, Immaculada. I could just fuck her up the ass. Doesn't that sound good?"

My girl-dick twitched a no.

"This is so wrong," I groaned as I reached the elevator. "Come on, it's not too late to turn around, march back to the hotel room, and enjoy Ashlie's pussy." It was wonderful seeing the cheer captain. It had been three years since I saw the pushy blonde who strong-armed me into being a cheerleader and utterly changed my life. "Please, please, let's just go back."

I pushed the down button on the elevator.

"Why am I doing this?" I demanded. I knew it was so wrong, I just couldn't stop myself. I even hated myself as I stepped into the elevator. "Just such a futa-slut. Can't control yourself at all. Rosemary's the one woman in the world you promised not the fuck. There like 3 billion other women out there. Why not go find one and breed her?"

The elevator lurched down.

"There's other women in this hotel. Plenty of women are in Seattle we could breed, too."

But Rosemary… She was forbidden. Why did that make her so intoxicating? Why couldn't I just do this one thing for Kurt. He was a great guy, an amazing friend. He didn't hate me after I became a futa and broke up with him. Why was I doing this.

I wanted to cry in frustration.

The elevator doors opened onto the lobby. I stepped out. There was one way I could find Rosemary. One person in this entire hotel who could give me the answers. I marched towards the front desk through the empty lobby, my futa-dick pulsing before me. I reached the polished, marble surface of the counter. A metal push bell, the type you smacked with your palm to make it ring, resting before me.

I smacked it.

A chime resounded through the air. My futa-dick pulsed and throbbed. I put on a hungry smile, eager to seduce the concierge into giving up Rosemary's room. I just had to dangle my futa-cock before the concierge and she would—

A man walked out of the back room, a smile crossing his dusky features. "Can I help you, miss?" he asked, his accent cultured and British, the refined tones of someone from the Indian Subcontinent who had an education. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, no," I groaned. "You wouldn't be able to tell me which room Rosemary Ramsey is staying in."

"Ah, no," he said. "She asked for her privacy. You must be… Becky."

I swallowed. "Guilty." I leaned in. "Bet you never thought to meet a celebrity, eh? I can give you an autograph if you help me out."

"You're hardly the first celebrity to stay at the Red Lion Hotel," he said. "This is where dignitaries stay when they visit Seattle. I can help you with something else, but not this."

The finality in his tone sent such relief through me. I tried. I couldn't find Rosemary. I didn't have to betray Kurt. My poor dick would just have to find satisfaction somewhere else. I gave the concierge a polite smile and turned around, my aching girl-cock bouncing before me.

She needed to cum so badly and…

A maid crossed the lobby heading for the elevator. She had ebony skin and a certain sway to her hips that her gray smock couldn't hide. My clit-dick twitched so hard at the sight of her curly weave of hair spilling down to her shoulders. It had a lustrous gleam about it, exciting. She entered the elevator.

The doors started to close.

I hurried across the lobby, calling, "Hold the elevator!"

"Sure," the black woman said, thrusting her hand out and catching the door. They retracted. She gave me a smile and then her eyes widened when she saw what was bouncing before me, thrust through my robe's opening. "You?"

"Yep, me," I said as I slipped into the elevator. "Mmm, yes it is… Shania." I read her name off her nametag. "What a cute name."

"I heard you were staying with us," she groaned. "Oh, my god, I love watching the Miss Bred Beauty Pageant. I masturbated so hard during the last one when that pregnant, Chinese girl used the violet wand on your body and made your dick erupt so high up into the air."

"That was sooooo much fun," I groaned. "Ha-Yun deserved to win the crown this year."

"And now you're here with this dick," the Black maid said. She fell to her knees as the elevator lurched up. "Oh, god, it's just as big as they say and… Is that pussy juices on your dick?"

"I've been fucking all night," I purred, staring down at her, an idea forming in my mind. "Why don't you get a taste?"

"Yes!" the Black maid breathed.

Shania inhaled my cock. She sucked my girl-dick into her mouth with such enthusiasm. I groaned as her lips wrapped about my girth. She sucked on it so hard. Her cheeks hollowed. Her tongue danced around it. I groaned at her hunger, the pleasure shooting down to my pussy, satiating that itch.

For a moment.

I pulled open my robes, baring my round breasts. I smiled at her as her dark eyes stared up at me. Her ebony cheeks hollowed as she worshiped my ivory shaft. She bobbed her mouth as she sucked with such enthusiasm, her tongue dancing around the crown of my dick.

The elevator stopped, dinging that we arrived. The doors opened as she kept sucking on my girl-dick. She worshiped it. bobbing her mouth with such hunger. Her right hand grasped the base of my futa-shaft, stroking me while her left pressed into my blonde bush to stroke the hot lips of my pussy.

"Ooh, yes, yes, yes, you naughty slut," I purred. "Mmm, you're so hungry for my futa-jizz. I'm going to just pump your mouth full of cum."

She sucked and slurped on my dick in answer, her fingers jamming into my cunt as the elevator doors slid closed. We didn't move, the elevator just on standby between floors, echoing with the sounds of our passion.

"Yes, you're so eager for it," I groaned, my pussy clenching down on her digits. "Mmm, yes, just keep sucking on my dick, and you'll get your first taste of futa-jizz."

Her eyes fluttered.

"It's such a salty treat."

Her lips popped off my dick long enough for her to moan, "Oh, I want that so badly, Becky!"

I groaned as she engulfed my futa-cock again. Her tongue danced about the spongy crown. My pussy clenched down on her. I whimpered, my blonde hair spilling about my shoulders as I shook. She had such an enthusiasm about her.

I couldn't deny her what she craved. I didn't fight her as she worked those two digits in and out of my juicy snatch, teasing me, driving me wild. My ovaries grew hotter and hotter as my cum built and built inside of me.

I licked my lips, grinning at her. I would fire so much jizz. I would drench her in my cum. It would fell incredible. My pussy clenched on her probing fingers, increasing the friction while pleasure rippled down my girl-dick from her dancing tongue.

"Ooh, Shania!" I panted. "Oh, damn, that's good. I… Yes!"

My orgasm burst inside of me.

My pussy spasmed about her fingers while my futa-cock gave her what she craved. I pumped load after load of futa-jizz into her hungry mouth. Her ebony cheeks bulged as she gulped down my cum. She swallowed with noisy passion.

Pleasure rippled out of my cunt, meeting the rapture firing from my futa-dick. I smiled, drinking it in. My entire body buzzed from the euphoria of this moment. I shook my head, a big grin crossing my lips as she nursed on my girl-dick. Her tongue caressed the spongy tip as my ecstasy peaked and died.

"Mmm, yes, yes, you loved that," I moaned.

She popped her mouth off my futa-dick and bounded to her feet. She threw her arms around my neck, her dark eyes swimming with such lust. She kissed me hard, thrusting her cum-coated tongue into my mouth, letting me taste myself.

I savored the flavor. I groaned, loving the taste of my own jizz adorning her tongue. It was such a wicked treat. It made my heart race. I squirmed and groaned, my hands kneading her ass while my futa-dick throbbed between us.

Then she broke away, the elevator shifting. She stared at me, passion building in her dark eyes. "You have to fuck me now. You have to breed me! It's just at the right time for me to qualify to be on the Miss Breed pageant if you knock me up today."

"Mmm, but you'd let me breed you no matter what time of year, wouldn't you?" I asked, pulling her tight against me, my finger digging into her rump. "In fact, you'd do anything to be bred by my futa-cock, right?"

"Yes," she breathed, her eyes tremulous. A big grin spread across her mouth. "Anything, Becky. You could fuck me in the middle of Pike Place Market or a Seahawk's game."

"Not a Husky game?" I asked. "I mean, I used to do that all the time when I was a cheerleader."

"I know, I went to every Husky home game," she groaned. "And I'm a Cougar fan."

My eyes narrowed. The Washington State University Cougars were the rivals to my alma mater. "Maybe I shouldn't breed you at all."

"No, no, go Dawgs!" she moaned, humping against me. "Fuck the Cougars. They lose at the Apple Bowl all the time. Just breed me, Becky! Please, please! Put your futa-seed in me."

"Well…" I said. "Maybe I could overlook your allegiance to Wazzu if…"

"What?" she moaned, quivering in my arms, her smock rubbing against my futa-cock and throbbing nipples. My pussy grew so wet. "I'll do anything, Becky! Anything!"

"Do you know the room that Rosemary Ramsey is staying in?" I asked. "The bride for today's wedding?" God, it really was today, wasn't it? I'd been up for twenty-four hours, the last ten just fucking.

"I do," she groaned. "Oh, god, I'm not supposed to tell, but… but… She's staying in room 1543."

That was only two floors beneath mine. Naughty.

"Now breed me!" she moaned, pressing away from me and leaning against the elevator's silver-paneled wall. She hiked her smock, revealing a pair of neon-green panties that almost shone against her ebony skin, the crotch soaked by her juices "I need it so bad."

My dick twitched. I could breed her then enjoy a nubile bride.

I pounced on her, pressing my tits against her smock, feeling her round breasts beneath. Our lips met in a hungry kiss while my hands ripped down her panties, shoving them down her thighs far enough so my cock rubbed against her curly bush. I shuddered at the feel of her silky pubic hair as I maneuvered my clit-dick's tip to her dripping cunt.

She groaned into our kiss as I penetrated her. I sank into the Black maid's pussy, eager to create a mixed-race baby with her. I just knew our daughter would be so cute. I shuddered as I sank to the hilt in Shania, her silky, hot flesh wrapped about me.

She broke the kiss and screamed out at the top of her lungs, "Becky's going to breed me with her big, White clit-dick!"

"Yes," I groaned, drawing back my hips, my futa-cock sliding through her tight snatch. My own pussy clenched at the feel. She had such a juicy grip on my dick. It was incredible.

I thrust into her hard. The elevator groaned, shaking around us. The metal paneling flexed behind her as I drove my dick into her silky snatch again and again. She groaned and whimpered. Her pussy clenched on my cock when I pulled back, flaring the friction.

Flaring the pleasure.

"Yes!" I hissed as I drove into her, my crotch smacking into hers, rocking the elevator again.

"Oh, my god, yes!" she gasped, her words echoing through the box. "Just ram that futa-dick into me, Becky! Breed me! Mmm, yes, yes, knock me up! I want your baby! I'm going to win the next Miss Bred Beauty Pageant!"

"I hope so!" I moaned, her hips wiggling, stirring her hot flesh around my cock. "Oh, damn, Shania, you have such a delicious snatch. Ooh, you're going to make me erupt."

"Yes, yes, yes!" she groaned, bucking into me. Her fingers found my naked rump, her nails biting into my flesh, pulling me tight into her. "Ram that futa-dick into me. Oh, damn, that's good. That's a good dick."

"Uh-huh," I whimpered, plowing into her as hard as I could.

My orgasm already swelled inside of me. I knew where Rosemary was. I just had to breed this sexy maid, filling her snatch up to the hilt with my fertile futa-seed, and then I would satiate my lusts. I would enjoy Rosemary.

My hips hammered hard, driving us both wild. Shania heaved against me, her smock teasing my sensitive nipples. Tingles raced down to my pussy. My snatch clenched. Juices ran down my thighs, the heat tickling me.

One more naughty sensation to enjoy.

Shania's fingers kneaded my rump, pulling my butt-cheeks apart. My eyes widened as she dipped her fingers into my crack. A wicked grin spread on her plump lips. She arched her eyebrows as her exploring digits found my asshole.

"You naughty maid!" I groaned as she jammed two fingers into my asshole.

"You have no idea!" she groaned. "Ooh, Becky, if I had you at home, the things I'd do to you. I'd worship you! Mmm, every bit of you!"

She pumped her fingers in and out of my asshole, the velvety heat melting into my pussy. To my ovaries. I groaned and rammed my futa-dick to the hilt in her juicy snatch. My back arched as the pleasure spiked through me.

My cunt clenched.

My futa-cum spurted into her fertile depths. I flooded her with my seed. My pussy convulsed. My asshole writhed about her naughty digits. I groaned with each blast, pumping my jizz into the depths of her cunt, feeling her up with my spunk.

"Becky!" she howled, jamming her fingers so deep into my asshole. "Oh, fuck, yes! You're breeding me!"

"I am!" I groaned, leaning against her, nuzzling into her ear. "All my futa-cum is just firing into you. It's racing to your egg. You're going to have my daughter. You're going to be so curvy and round when you appear at the beauty pageant, Shania.

"You're going to be a star!"

"Yes!" she gasped, her pussy convulsing around my dick. Her pussy milked my spurting cock.

I savored her flesh, loving how she drew out the last drops of my futa-spunk. A dizzy wave of exhausted heat shot through me. My body was at its limits, but I had one more pussy to enjoy before I passed out.

"Sorry, Kurt," I groaned, my orgasm peaking through me. My hand shot out and hit the fifteenth floor button.

The elevator lurched as Shania panted, her head leaning back, rubbing her glossy weave of black hair against the metal panel. Her pussy's writhing passed. She let out a purring sigh as the elevator slowed. The doors opened with the ding.

"Enjoy that bride," she panted. "Mmm, maybe she can compete with me."

"Maybe," I told her as I pulled away, my dick popping out of her juicy snatch.

My dick glistening with pussy juices, I stepped naked onto the fifteenth floor. My eyes read the brass signs on the wall. To the right rooms 1501-1526. So I went left. I marched with purpose, the numbers growing, a hallway bend approaching. I grinned as I passed 1533 and 1535 on my left, 1534 and 1536 on my right. I trembled, getting closer and closer.

I rounded the corner and—

"Ooh, you are busted, Becky," said Monique Jackson, the former president of the Sigma Lambda Tau from the University of Washington. She started the tradition of me breeding their new pledges every fall ever since the orgy we held back in my freshman year of college.

Around her rose more of sorority sisters. They were camping out in the hallway. I spotted Navneet and her wife, Stephany, flanking Monique. Then doors opened and more sorority sisters appeared, their eyes staring at me with such hunger.

"Kurt asked us to rent out the entire floor for our sorority to protect his bride," Monique said. "We had to do some naughty fundraisers to get the money."

"Damn," I said in awe, shaking my head. "He really, really doesn't want me fucking his bride."

"You'll have to settle for us," Monique said, her arms wrapping around my arms. "You look tired. So we're going to fuck you into unconsciousness to keep you out of trouble."

Then the Black girl kissed me hard on the mouth, my futa-dick, wet with Shania's pussy juices, throbbing against her tank top.

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The sorority kept me busy until I passed out. When I woke up, it was around 1 PM. The members of Sigma Lambda Tau were all still there to make sure I didn't go wander off. The wedding didn't start until 4 PM. My poor futa-cock had never been so used.

Sorority sisters were a horny bunch.

Finally, I was allowed to return to my hotel room, under escort of giggling sorority sisters, so I could get ready. Dona and Janice awaited me, shaking their heads while grinning smiles crossed their lips.

"I knew you'd sneak off," Janice said. "I'm glad my brother listened to me."

"How much did it cost to rent out an entire floor?" I asked Kurt's step-sister.

"Oh, we had a deal on the room block for the wedding," Janice said. "And the sorority, well, they were eager to help. Plus, I think you turned them all into exhibitionist, lesbian sluts. They produced their own porn website to finance it, with cam streams and amateur videos of them having sex, especially the girls you bred at the start of the school year."

I returned home just to breed Sigma Lambda Tau's new pledges for the fifth year running. It was a tradition.

"I need to watch those," I muttered, then I gasped when I saw the soft-blue dress laid out on the bed. "Is that for me?"

"Your manager sent it over," Dona said. "He picked it out for you."

I rarely gave much thought to Damien, my manager. He was an effeminate, gay guy, always fluttery and giddy. I didn't have to worry about him interfering in my fun nor getting caught up in having me breed his girlfriend or anything like that. He kept watch over my money, booked some interviews while I was hitchhiking around the world, and was always looking for new ways to monetize my brand.

I hated all that stuff, so I just let him deal with it a. I ignored it, and him, as much as possible.

"I need to give him a pay raise," I said, picking up my dress and holding it to my naked body. "This is gorgeous."

"You can try it on after you shower," Dona said. "You are filthy. You smell like a lesbian sorority house after a weekend-long orgy."

"We crammed it into a few hours," I said with a big grin.

Janice laughed, shaking her head. "Let's get you ready for my brother's wedding."

What followed was a blur as the three of us hurried to get ready. We had hair to do, makeup to apply, and beautiful dresses to put on. I showered with such haste, coming out feeling energize. I didn't have time to think about the bride. We gasped and shouted and rushed around the hotel room like chickens with her our heads cut off when we couldn't find the eyeliner. (We found it beneath someone's discarded panties).

Five minutes before the ceremony was scheduled to start, which I thought was perfect timing, we were riding the elevator downstairs. I shivered, hoping I had a special section in the back far away from any woman who hadn't met me, surrounded by the sorority or my cheer squad or something. A buffer to keep an orgy from breaking out in the middle of the ceremony.

We moved through the first floor and headed out to a large hall transformed into a wedding dream. White silk draped the walls, hiding whatever ugly hotel conference room features there would be. Rows of white chairs, bisected by the center aisle with a carpet of purple leading to the altar, were filled with people in their Sunday best. Ushers in suits with purple cummerbunds waited at the door.

"Becky," one said, a guy a vaguely remember hanging out with Kurt during college, smiled at me. "Right this way."

"Oh?" I asked. "Um, where are you taking me?"

"To your seat," he said. "It's right up front."

"What?" I gasped, feeling everyone's eyes in the auditorium staring at me.

Many of the women gave me smiles, those sultry looks of remembered passion. I'd fucked them, bred them. They sat by husbands and boyfriends. There was a distinct lack of children, I noticed; everyone attending was eighteen or up.

"You can't put me up front," I hissed. "That'll put me close to the bride. You know who I am?"

"Oh, I know," He said, his eyes flicking down to my expanding girl-dick, tenting the front of my soft-blue dress's short skirt. My futa-cock was already getting hard, thinking of the bride in white mounting me before all her guests, fucking me at her wedding, screaming her head off wild abandon.

"Please, please, Kurt can't mean for me to…" But Kurt was already at the front of the altar, waiting with the minister. My ex-boyfriend looked… dashing in his black tuxedo, a purple cummerbund about his waist, a matching bow tie at his neck. He had a pocket square giving a further accent of purple. He filled out the suit like… Like James Bond.

He beamed at me. I had never seen a look of such joy on his face as he nodded at me. He wasn't objecting to me being led up front. He wanted me up front. Did he think I could hold to my promise? I wanted to. Those blue eyes begged me to. He trusted me. I shouldn't have come, but…

It meant something to my ex-boyfriend that I was here.

I nodded at him. I would try so hard, but… when his bride flung herself at me, I wouldn't be able to stop what happened. She would ride me in her virginal white, screaming her head off with rapture while the entire audience watched.

Could Kurt want that?

"Right here, Becky," the usher said, sitting me in the front row. A mature, beautiful woman sat on the aisle, her eyes lighting up at the sight of me. The two seats beside her were empty before several older men filled up the rest of the row.

"Mmm, this is her?" the woman purred, her brown hair permed, looking so graceful. She had smooth skin, a woman in her late forties who took care of her body. Her large breasts swelled the front of her pink dress she wore. It was cut low to show off her ample bosom. A wedding ring glinted on her right hand, a sapphire-studded locket dangling down into her tits. "The world's first futa?"

"Yes," I said, my futa-cock going hard. "Are you my… distraction?"

She gave me a wicked smile. "I am. Here to keep you from slipping your dick into my daughter."

My eyes widened. "You're Mrs. Ramsey? Rosemary's mother?"

The mother of the bride gave me a wicked grin as I sank down beside her. Then her eyes flicked down to my cock tenting my skirt. Her hand stroked up the blue, satin material to my dick. "I am. It's a pleasure to meet you, Becky."

"Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Ramsey," I groaned as this delectable MILF squeezed my cock right here in the middle of the hall.

And no one cared. Not the preacher standing with Kurt and his groomsmen, not the men sitting down the row who must be uncles of Rosemary. This MILF was openly squeezing me, draping over me, as the music of the wedding march struck up.

I threw a glanced behind me as the bridesmaids appeared, each marching down the aisle in their purple dresses. I groaned as the mother of the bride reached beneath my skirt up and my thigh to find my cock contained in a snug pair of panties, the tip peeking out the top of the waistband. The bridesmaids all glanced at me, smoky looks in their eyes as they passed, witnessing the mother of the bride pulling out my girl-cock.

The MILF leaned over and sucked my dick.

I shuddered as the second bridesmaid passed me, a Black girl with a willowy figure. She gave me a wink that promised so much fun as the MILF sucked and slurped on my cock right here at her daughter's wedding.

"Oh, god," I whimpered, the pleasure shooting down my cock.

A camera flashed, the wedding photographer immortalizing this moment before turning to snap pictures of the bridesmaids. I shuddered, my head sweeping around, my blonde curls dancing around my head as this married woman loved my futa-dick with her mouth.

And no one cared.

That seemed weird but… for the last five years, I was on TV having sex all the time. Laws were working through congress to exempt me from decency ordinances. The FCC had long since stopped fining companies who showed me having sex on broadcast television. It was… normal to everyone here to see me having sex.

Even expected.

I was something new. Something different. Something that broke all the rules and changed everything for everyone. There was even talk of a new amendment to the constitution to permanently let futas do all the lewd behavior they wanted, supported by so many women.

"Oh, Mrs. Ramsey," I groaned as the next bridesmaid passed me, a barely legal, blonde cutie who gave me a naughty grin. "Ooh, yes, yes, that's nice."

I couldn't help the sounds I made as she sucked on my cock. Her mouth bobbed up and down on my dick as the music changed to announce the bride—her daughter. My futa-dick ached in her hungry mouth. My pussy clenched as the pleasure swelled through my depths.

I looked behind me with everyone else. A gasp ran through the audience as Rosemary Ramsey appeared on her father's arm.

I groaned at the sight of her, too, her mother's mouth sliding up and down my girl-dick. So warm and hot. Mrs. Ramsey's tongue danced around the crown, teasing me, giving me so much pleasure. I groaned, my pussy clenching. My toes curled in my shoes as my heart beat so fast.

I drank in the sight of the bride clothed in her virginal white, a veil covering her face but not hiding her blonde curls spilling about her gauzy face. She he had a plunging neckline, her bodice adorned with glittering crystals that reflected the light and gave shape to her round bosom. She clutched a bouquet of purple flowers—a mix of tulips, roses, and carnations—before her. I hardly noticed her father standing tall beside her as they made their way up the aisle.

Every stately step of the bride and her father had me shuddering. My orgasm swelled in my pussy. The mother of the bride sucked hard on my cock. She put such passion into it, slurping and making such a noisy, wanton sound.

"Damn," I muttered beneath my breath, my pussy growing juicier and juicier. "She's gorgeous."

I wanted Rosemary so badly.

The bride's green eyes met mine through her veil. Her cheeks grew rosier as she approached. She had to see her mother bobbing her head, sucking my girl-cock. Rosemary gave me a dazzling smile, nodding her head as she drifted closer and closer to me.

"Kurt," I whimpered. "Oh, Kurt, she's perfect."

I wanted to soil her.

I ran my hands through her mother's permed hair, bobbing the MILF's hungry mouth up and down my dick. I squirmed in my chair, my nipples rubbing against the satin of my dress. The pressure swelled in my ovaries. My futa-cum boiled in them.

Rosemary's dress rustled as she reached me. For a moment, she was only an arm's reach away. Then she swept past me, blocked from my sight for a moment by her father—the husband of the woman sucking on my girl-dick. I groaned as they moved towards the altar, my eyes landing on Rosemary's back left half-exposed by her dress, the skirt clinging to her gorgeous rump.

"I want that ass," I moaned.

The bride looked over her shoulder at me. Her green eyes smoldered as they met mine.

I erupted.

My futa-cum fired into her mother's hungry mouth. I groaned and shuddered. My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out of my cunt, soaking my thighs as I trembled. The chair creaked beneath me. My breasts quivered in my bodice as euphoria swept through me.

For this wonderful moment of ecstasy, I stared the bride in the eyes. As my rapture crashed into my mind, we were connected. I quivered, wanting this to never end. My cock kept spurting, kept firing ecstasy through my body to my mind.

Rosemary turned away to take Kurt's hands, given away by her father.

Mrs. Ramsey gulped down my cum as I leaned back in my chair. I groaned, my toes curling in my heels. Mr. Ramsey turned away from his daughter and walked to us, his eyes glancing as his wife sucking the last of the spunk out of my cock.

He nodded his head and then took his seat beside me.

"Mmm," purred the mother of the bride as the reverend launched into his sermon.

Rosemary held Kurt's hand, her body trembling as she stared at him. Not me. Despite the fact I knew Rosemary's pussy ached for my futa-cock, that her womb begged to be bred, she kept her gaze fixed on Kurt. Unlike her bridesmaids, who were all four staring at Mrs. Ramsey as she popped her mouth off my girl-cock, the bride fought down her lusts.

For now.

"Oh, that was delicious," purred Mrs. Ramsey while the reverend preached about love and fidelity. "Oh, Huey, I'm sorry to say her cum tastes so much better than yours."

Her husband shifted on the other side of me, his cheeks flushed as his wife cuckolded him in the middle of their daughter's wedding.

"I need this cock in me," groaned the mother of the bride. "I can't wait for the ceremony to be over. Does that make me a wicked mother, Becky?"

She had drops of my pearly cum beading on the corners of her lips. I licked up one, shuddering at the salty taste. I needed my dick buried in pussy right now. Rosemary's was off-limits. She was right there, only ten feet away. I could pounce on her, fuck her while she gave her vows to Kurt to be his faithful wife or…

Or I could uphold my promise.

"It makes you a horny MILF in need of my futa-cum breeding her cunt," I hissed at her. "What are you waiting on? Impale that pussy on my dick. It's why you're here. To be the slutty mother of the bride and keep me from fucking your daughter."

"Yes, yes, I'm doing this for Rosemary," moaned the MILF as she straddled me, my chair creaking, our dresses rustling. Her pink skirt rose up legs clad in beige, thigh-high stockings. "And for my naughty pussy."

"Mildred," groaned her husband, his eyes locked on his wife as she prepared to cuckold him in the middle of the wedding ceremony. They must have been married for twenty-five years. Had she ever cheated on him?

I bet she hadn't. Not until me. But she was so eager for it.

"Ooh, you naughty MILF," I hissed as the reverend read from the bible, "you're not wearing any panties."

"None," she groaned, her skirt ridden up to expose her soaked, brown bush hiding her married cunt. "I was ready to protect my daughter from this magnificent dick. You're bigger than I imagined. I'm going to enjoy this."

"Yes," I moaned, staring at her daughter over her shoulder as she lowered her pussy to my hard cock. I groaned at the first kiss of her wet bush against my dick, her silky pubic hair caressing my shaft.

Then the mother of the bride impaled her cunt down my futa-cock.

I grabbed her naked rump as her married pussy took me to the hilt. She hissed out in delight, her large tits pressing into my upper chest above my own boobs. Her spicy perfume filled my nose. Our gowns rustled together as her cunt's silky walls clenched down around my thick shaft.

A camera flashed. The photographer recorded this moment.

The whorish mother of the bride whimpered as her pussy slid up my cock. Her ass clenched beneath my groping hands. Her cunt clung to my dick, the juicy friction shooting bliss down to my cock. She reached the pinnacle of my shaft and swirled her hips, stirring her flesh around my sensitive crown.

Pleasure flowed down my shaft and melted my pussy. My cunt clenched as she slammed down my cock, enveloping me in her married snatch again. The mother of the bride moaned into my ear as she rode me. Her lips nibbled on my lobe.

"So good," she purred. "Oh, Becky, your cock is so good. So much better than my husband's."

"Mmm, yes, just work that pussy up and down my dick. I'm going to breed you while your daughter gets married. You are such a wicked mother."

"So wicked!" she groaned, my eyes locked on her daughter who still stared at Kurt.

My fingers slid across the MILF's flexing rump. They dipped into her butt-crack. She gasped as I entered her, my fingers sliding down her flesh until I found her sphincter. I toyed with it, her cunt tightening on my futa-cock, increasing the friction.

The rapture.

It was so exciting having this MILF ride my cock in the middle of the ceremony. My finger toyed with her asshole, circling her puckered sphincter. I pressed against it, my finger pushing on the slick opening.

Then I entered her. She groaned, her snatch squeezing down so tight on me. She slammed her pussy down hard, pausing for a moment, squirming impaled on my girl-dick as I invaded her bowels. My finger probed deeper and deeper into her back door. Her anal sheath clenched down around me. It felt so amazing to me. It made me quiver and groan.

"Oh, yes, yes, you're going to breed me while my daughter marries Kurt," she moaned into my ear. "Breed my married pussy. Mmm, I want another child. Another daughter. A futa-daughter!"

"Yes!" I groaned, her bowels clenching down around my finger.

Then her married cunt slid up my dick while her tongue danced across my earlobe. I fingered her asshole, thrusting my digit over and over into her velvety depths while she worked that juicy, delicious cunt up and down my futa-cock.

Heady bliss spilled through me. I groaned, my heart pounding, the pleasure pulsing through me, gathering in the depths of my cunt. My juices flowed, staining my skirt, sticking to my ass. The MILF nibbled on my ear, sending such naughty delight shooting through me.

"Oh, Huey, I'm getting bred at our daughter's wedding," she moaned to her cuckold. "Ooh, yes, I'm going to explode on this dick."

"Wicked mother," I groaned, my body trembling, my ovaries growing tighter and tighter as she worked that delicious sheath up and down my cock so fast. I was getting so close to my eruption.

"So wicked." She nipped my earlobe, her pussy clenching down on my girl-dick as she rose up it.

My sensitive crown throbbed in her. Her married twat almost sucked at my ovaries, so hungry for jizz to erupt into her. I jammed a second finger into her asshole. She squealed in delight and slammed down my girl-cock.

"With this ring, do you, Rosemary Ramsey, promise take Kurt Albertson to be your lawfully wedded husband," the preacher said in his graceful, almost airy, tenor, "to love and to hold, in sickness and in health, through good times and bed, until death do you part?"

"I do," the bride said in such a gushing tone, speaking such traditional vows while her mother's juicy pussy slammed down my girl-cock. Rosemary slipped the golden wedding band down Kurt's finger.

I pumped my fingers faster in and out of Mrs. Ramsey's asshole as I stared at the couple. Kurt held up his wedding band, his eyes locked on his blonde bride. He held her dainty hand, bringing the symbol of their union to her finger.

"With this ring, do you, Kurt Albertson, promise take Rosemary Ramsey to be your lawfully wedded wife," the preacher repeated, "to love and to hold, in sickness and in health, through good times and bed, until death do you part?"

"I do," Kurt said.

Rosemary let out a sobbing gasp of delight as the ring slid up her finger.

My girl-dick throbbed in her mother's pussy. Mrs. Ramsey slammed her pussy down my cock. She whimpered in my ear as she lifted her married cunt up my girl-dick, missing this moment, so lost to the lust of being bred by my futa-cock.

"Then, by the power vested in me by God and the State of Washington, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Kurt lifted the veil, exposing Rosemary's flushed, smooth cheek to my hungry gaze. He leaned and captured the lips I wanted to kiss. The lips I wanted to see locked about my girl-dick. She melted against him as applause erupted through the auditorium.

My futa-dick erupted into the mother of the bride's pussy.

I groaned, tears misting my eyes as powerful emotions erupted through my body. As my futa-jizz pumped into the older MILF's silky pussy, a welter of passions surged through me. Jealous of both Kurt and Rosemary, joy that my friend found the love of his lust, and that aching need to cum in Rosemary's pussy like I spurted into her mother's snatch all swirled together in me.

The rapture slammed through me as the ecstasy melted my brain. Mrs. Ramsey moaned into my ear, her cunt convulsing around my girl-dick, her pussy milking me dry, eager to be bred by me. She whimpered as I fired the last blast of girl-cum into her snatch.

The happy couple broke apart. Breathless, they turned to face the crowd. Kurt had such a beaming smile of joy on his face, his blue eyes bright. He ran a hand through his red hair before he and his blonde bride stepped off the dais and marched down the aisle.

Rosemary's green eyes met mine. The bride gave me a naughty wink as she passed.

My futa-dick erupted a second time into her mother's cunt. I howled out my rapture. I had to have her. I wanted to fuck her so badly. I wanted to breed her and cuckold Kurt so badly. I wanted to bend that bride over and fuck her in her white dress while the world watched.

"Ooh, she's so pretty," Mrs. Ramsey moaned as she trembled atop me, my cum breeding her pussy. "Mmm, she's so happy with Kurt."

"Yeah," I groaned. I had to remember that. Kurt. I couldn't fuck his bride. I couldn't.

How was I getting through the reception?

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April 17th, 2047

I blinked back tears as I remembered that magical moment of Kurt and Rosemary's union. The joy in their eyes, the pleasure buzzing through me as I spurted my cum into the mother of the bride's delicious snatch, breeding her. A smile spread across my lips.

I glanced at my wife, Sharron, her strawberry-blonde hair spilling about her lovely face, almost a mirror of her mother's, her cheeks pink with a flush. She dabbed at her eyes. The big smile on her lips had the same beaming joy her father wore that day. Sharron's blue eyes twinkled as she held her pregnant belly. My heart swelled with love as I remembered another wedding day.

Ours.

Adelia cleared her throat. "So, Becky, you made it through the ceremony without breeding the bride."

I wrenched my gaze from my wife to glance at Adelia. "Yeah," I said. I swallowed, my mouth so dry from the emotion attacking the back of my throat. "Now I just had to survive the reception."

"Kurt had a plan, right?"

I nodded my head. "But I wanted her so badly. After enjoying her mother, well, I had to find out how the daughter stacked."

To be continued…

The World's First Futa–Futa's Wedding Delight Chapter Three: Futa's First Sultry Bride

The World's First Futa

Futa's Wedding Delight

Chapter Three: Futa's First Sultry Bride

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Hermaphrodite/Female/Male, Interracial, Oral Sex, Virgin, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Hot Wife

Description: The world's first futa aches to enjoy a sultry bride on her wedding night!

April 17th, 2047

"The reception was absolute torture," I said while the cameras filmed the interview, streaming it live to the world. I was recounting my life, speaking about attending the wedding of Kurt, my ex-boyfriend, to Rosemary Ramsey. Well, now she was Rosemary Albertson. "I just wanted to fuck the bride so badly, Adelia. It was so hard to think about my promise when I knew she was close to me."

"I bet it was," Adelia said, the talk show host interviewing me. She had such a naughty smile playing on her plump lips. It made my futa-dick twitch, tenting the front of my skirt. I needed to fuck someone right now.

I ached for it.

"I could see Rosemary at the other end of the hall. She kept glancing at me. I knew she wanted me, could see it in her green eyes. They almost shone with her passion." I quivered, my body shaking. I glanced at my pregnant, young wife. Though Sharron's eyes were blue, they held her mother's same fervent light at the moment. "But Kurt was with her, hovering by her. He kept holding her, dancing with her, distracting her while women flocked to me. I fucked so many at the reception.

"But it wasn't enough. I was on the verge of breaking."

"So what did you do?" Adelia leaned forward. I could feel the studio audience, even the watching world, quivering in anticipation. "Did you just snap, throw the bride down over a table, and fuck her before Kurt and all the guests? Did you breed her right there in front of everyone."

My futa-dick was so hard right now. My pussy dripping wet. "I wanted to, but… I didn't. Instead, I grabbed a pair of bridesmaids I hadn't fucked, which included Rosemary's eighteen-year-old sister, and fled the reception hall. I took them up to my hotel room hoping that breeding another member of Rosemary's family would satiate my lusts for what I couldn't have."

"First the mother, and now the sister," Adelia said, a big smile crossing her lips. "You were just so wanton, weren't you, Becky?"

"So wanton." I grinned. "I just didn't want to ruin Kurt's big day. I loved him once, you know. The only person I ever loved until I met Sharron. I didn't want to harm him even if I was driving myself insane."

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June 11th, 2022

"Yes, yes, yes, pump your cum into me, Becky!" howled Emilee, the African-America bridesmaid quivering beneath me. Her pussy spasmed about my cock as I slammed into her.

"Yes, yes, yes, cum in her!" whimpered eighteen-year-old Danika Ramsey. The sister of the bride had her purple bridesmaid dress bunched around her waist, her teardrop-shaped tits quivering before her as she rubbed her shaved pussy. "Just breed her! Then you get to fuck me!"

"God, yes!" I groaned, my dick throbbing as I fucked into Emilee's pussy so hard and fast.

Emilee squirmed and shuddered beneath me. Her flesh rippled about me. She squirmed on my hotel room bed. A part of me had wanted to fuck her since she smiled at me while walking down the aisle while Mrs. Ramsey, the mother of the bride and the sweet thing masturbating beside us, rode my girl-dick.

What a wild wedding. I bred Rosemary's mother while she spoke her vows to Kurt. And no one cared. They all thought it was normal for me to have sex. I was just the horny futanari. That girl with a huge cock that drive all the women mad. It was okay if I had sex in the middle of a ceremony.

It was so kinky.

"Shit!" I groaned as my orgasm exploded in me.

My futa-dick erupted into Emilee's hungry pussy. I pumped her cum full of my cum. The Black bridesmaid quivered beneath me, her large breasts rubbing against my round tits. Our nipples brushed and kissed as I trembled atop her.

With each blast of my futa-cum into her pussy, the pleasure surged through my body. It left me dizzy and shuddering. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering. Such joy rippled through my body. It was so incredible.

It melted my brain.

For a moment, I forgot all about Rosemary Albertson nee Ramsey. That delicious bride dressed all in white. Blonde, green eyes, and just begging to be bred.

My cum pumped into Emilee's fertile depths. The Black bridesmaid's cunt milked my dick, hungry for every drop. She gasped out her pleasure as she trembled beneath me. My pleasure plateaued as I fired my last spurt of cum into her.

"Oh, damn, that was good," I groaned.

"It's my turn!" Danika said, sliding down the pillows she leaned against until she was lying on her back, legs spread, her breasts forming two lush mounds. "Please, Becky, breed me like you bred my mother. I want my first time to be special."

"You're a virgin?" I asked.

"Damn, her dick twitched in me when she said that," groaned Emilee. "I didn't know you were a virgin, Danika."

"When I learned Becky was going to be at the wedding, I wouldn't give it up to my boyfriend. I saved myself for six months." She stared at me with tremulous eyes. "For you."

Those words, coming from that face that looked so much like Rosemary's, made me shuddered. Danika had the same blonde hair as her sister, a few shades lighter than my own golden curls, and the same nose and lips. Her tits weren't as big and she had a shorter, though curvier frame. But… She was close.

A virgin… "I wish you were wearing white," I muttered as I pulled my girl-dick out of Emilee's pussy. "I would fuck you so hard in white."

"I bet you would," Danika said. She hooked her arms around her knees and pulled her legs up to her breasts. Her shaved pussy lips parted, revealing her inner, pink depths.

And the hymen stretched over her cunt's entrance.

"Now break me in!" she groaned. "I went six months without even letting my boyfriend go down on me just so I could make sure I stayed pure for you."

"And what does he think about you being up here with me?" I asked as I moved over to her.

"You kidding, he's so eager for it. I'm going to go finally fuck him with my snatch full of your cum," Danika moaned. "He's finally going to lose his virginity."

"Jesus, kids these days," Emilee said, glancing at me. "Right, Becky?"

"I'm only twenty-three," I protested. "The same age as you."

"I know, we're so old," Emilee said. "Not like this barely legal virgin. Mmm, look at her, have you ever seen a girl so eager to lose her virginity?"

"Well…" I didn't want to think about that weird cult I ran into in Kansas. It creeped me out that there were people who worshiped me as a goddess.

But they did have four cute virgins begging me to deflower them.

"She is eager for it," I said, moving my cock towards her pussy. I brought it to her snatch. "I guess I better pop her cherry."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Danika looked so much like Rosemary. I just had to imagine she was Rosemary. Fucking her sister had to be good enough. It had to satiate this mad lust for the one woman in the world I shouldn't fuck.

"You two have fun," Emilee said, rolling away. "I'm going to get back to the party!"

"Mmm, we are going to have fun, right?" I said, omitting "Rosemary" from the end of my sentence.

"Yes!" Danika squealed, her body shaking, her shaved, virgin pussy beckoning me.

I placed my dick, dripping in Emilee's juices, right against the virgin's hot flesh. I shuddered, feeling the plumpness of her vulva. She squirmed and groaned, shuddering against me, teasing my futa-dick with her untouched flesh.

"Fuck me, Becky!" she begged, her breasts quivering. She held her legs tight to her body, her calves thrust out to the side, toes curling. "Jam it in and breed me!"

I couldn't say no to that.

I thrust forward.

Her cherry stretched and stretched, a stiff, rubbery membrane of skin. I groaned, pressing on it, waiting for that sweet moment when she popped. She gasped. My girl-dick rammed into her depths. Her snatch squeezed down on me as I buried to the hilt in her. Her green eyes widened.

"You're in me!"

Her pussy clenched down hard about my cock. Her virginal tightness almost made me swoon. A wave of dizzy delight shot over me. My breasts quivered before me. My blonde hair spilled off my shoulders and caressed my cheeks. I savored being buried to the hilt in her.

Her squeaking moans echoed through my hotel room. Her passion echoed all around us as I drew back my hips and rammed back into her tight depths. Her silky flesh squeezed about me. The friction created rapture that shot through my body.

"Fucking yes!" I hissed as my breasts quivered. My crotch smacked into her shaved vulva. "Ooh, yes, yes, yes, you are just a little treat, aren't you? A succulent morsel for me to enjoy."

"I am!" she groaned, beaming at me. "Ooh, Becky, just fuck me! Plow into me so hard!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" I gasped and drew back my hips. I plunged into her depths.

The bed creaked as I fucked the bride's little sister. I plowed into her while staring into her green eyes. Rosemary's eyes! I lost myself in those emerald depths as I plunged my futa-dick forward as hard as I could.

Silky delight engulfed me every time I buried into her. Then I had the joy of drawing back, feeling her clenched down on me. Her feet wiggled by my face, her toes so cute. Her whimpers filled the air as I plowed into her depths.

"The futa is fucking me!" she groaned. "Oh, wow, the futa is fucking me! You're going to breed me, Becky!"

"Uh-huh!" I groaned, staring into those green eyes.

"Just pump so much jizz into my snatch!" she moaned. "Oh, yes, I'm going to cum on your dick. Harder than I ever have!"

"Don't hold back!" I growled, plowing so hard into her, fucking her. As close to Rosemary as I could get.

She squeezed her snatch around me. Her hips wiggled and swiveled, a pelvic dance that massaged my thrusting cock. Her face twisted. Her eyes fluttered. She tossed her head from side to side, spilling blonde curls about her flushed cheeks.

Then she let out a gasp of delight. I buried to the hilt in her. As I drew back, her pussy went wild about me. Her cunt convulsed, her climax rippling through her snatch. Her eyes widened. Her mouth opened in a wide O as she howled out her rapture.

"Fuck!" I groaned as I rammed back into her convulsing depths. Her pussy sucked at my cock, her deflowered, fertile depths hungry for my cum.

But I wasn't ready to erupt. She was as close as I could come to fucking Rosemary. I couldn't stop enjoying her pussy.

"Ooh, yes, yes, yes!" gasped Danika. "Becky!" Her toes curled by my face as she held her legs tight to her quivering tits. "Cum in me, Becky! Breed me!"

"I want to!" I moaned as my hips plunged forward.

My ovaries quivered. They were so full of cum, so ready to unload more jizz into her pussy. But I fought it. I ground my teeth. I closed my eyes, imagining it was Rosemary on the bed. That I was fucking the bride.

My dick plunging into her forbidden pussy, cuckolding Kurt. Usurping my ex's place inside his wife. My hips thrust so hard. I hammered the convulsing pussy. The silky sheath writhed about me, sucking at me, begging for me to cum.

"Just spurt your jizz into me!" the bride howled, her voice so girlish. "Please, Becky, I need it!"

My pussy clenched. Juices ran down my thighs as my tits heaved. I slammed so hard into the bride's spasming pussy. Our flesh slapped together. I heard the wet plunge of my clit-dick into her sloppy depths.

Her flesh rippled about me. Her fertile cunt wanted to be bred by me. She wanted to be pregnant on her honeymoon with my futa-daughter. My face tightened. Heat burned in my cheeks. I rammed my cock forward.

"Take my cum, Rosemary!" I howled.

Erupted.

"Yes, yes, yes!" the wicked bride howled, her pussy welcomed my spurting cum.

My jizz fired out of my dick. Hot blasts shot into me. I groaned and quivered. My eyes fluttered. Her pussy milked me, rippling about me, drowning out every drop of girl-spunk from my ovaries. My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed down my thighs while ecstasy flooded through my body.

My brain melted.

"Oh, Rosemary, yes!" I gasped, lost to my fantasy.

My pleasure thrust me to the heights of rapture. I floated there, quivering, gasping for breath. This was so incredible. I wanted it to last forever. To keep rippling bliss through my body. I could stay like this forever.

My orgasm died.

"Ooh, Becky, yes," moaned the bride. "Mmm, you want to fuck my sister badly, don't you?"

My eyes fluttered open. The illusion shattered. I didn't breed Rosemary, but Danika. "Yes!" I stared down at the virgin I just deflowered. "I want to breed your sister! I want to fuck her! I want my cum in her!"

She swallowed and then wiggled. I pulled out of her, letting her get away from me. I just ruined her first time by crying out her sister's name when I orgasmed. A flush of shame shot through me, knifing through my buzzing rapture.

She padded over to her purse lying on the TV hutch. She opened it, my cum running down her thighs, the white tinged pink. Her purple dress rustled, the skirt half-covering her flushed rump. She pulled something out of her purse and whirled around.

It was a keycard.

"This is to room 1721," she said then grinned. "Yep, just two doors down. My sister should be in there by now. She's waiting for you."

"She slipped away from Kurt?" I asked, my stomach tensing.

Danika just shrugged and set the keycard down on the wooden surface of the hutch in front of the black TV. "My boyfriend's waiting for me in his hotel room. So, ciao!"

She winked a green eye at me then darted away, her teardrop-shaped tits bouncing. She didn't even bother covering up. Had my influence already changed the world that much that she didn't care if someone saw her naked?

Then my eyes fell on the keycard. A shiver ran through me.

I promised Kurt I would stay away from her. He worked hard to help me keep my promise. He arranged for my friends to keep me busy with pussy. He asked the Sigma Lambda Tau sorority to rent out the entire floor to guard Rosemary last night. He even had the mother of the bride fuck me during the wedding ceremony to keep me from his new bride's pussy.

But she didn't want that. Rosemary wanted me to come breed me. She was a woman. Even if she promised Kurt that she didn't want to fuck me—didn't want to have my daughter—the moment she passed me on her march to the aisle, she caught a whiff of my pheromones. It triggered her body to start ovulating.

To go into heat and crave my futa-cum.

Now she was two rooms down the hall from me, waiting. She had a hot pussy between her thighs in need of being bred. She needed my futa-cum pumping into her. She needed that rapture flooding through her body.

I couldn't deny her. Right?

But Kurt…

I rocked on my bed, staring at that keycard, my futa-dick so hard. No, no, I couldn't do this. I had to cool off.

I darted for my bathroom. I threw open the door, tossed the shower curtain to the side, and hopped into my shower/bathtub combo. I turned on the water, standing right before the spray, facing it tits on, my cock thrusting before me and—

"Holy fucking shit that's cold!" I howled.

The icy spray splayed on my breasts and cock. It robbed the feverish heat from my body. It spilled down me, washing away Danika's juices from my softening clit-dick. In seconds, my teeth chattered and my body shivered.

"You. Are. Not. Breaking. Your. Word."

I hissed each word as I forced myself to stand beneath the spray.

"Nope!"

I forced myself to stand beneath the spray until my body rebelled. I flung myself through the curtain, crashing into the counter. I shivered and shook. I seized terry cloth towels, monogrammed with the Red Lion's logo, and wiped at my body, banishing the cold. I sucked in breaths, my blood racing as feeling returned to numb extremities.

I did it. I resisted temptation. I wouldn't betray my friend.

I stumbled out of the bathroom, finally feeling the weight of the last two days of fucking. I was exhausted. I had a hotel bed. I would crash for twelve hours. When I awoke, Kurt and Rosemary would be off on their honeymoon.

And I would return to my hitchhiking far, far away from Seattle.

I took the first step to my bed when I saw the white card with the crimson lion. It flashed for a moment, catching the lamplight at just the right angle to pulse with a beckoning radiance. My futa-cock swelled hard. My pussy grew wet.

"Oh, no," I groaned, exhaustion melting away as I moved toward it. I couldn't stop myself.

I was too weak to resist temptation.

My fingers snagged the card. I slid my digits across the smooth surface, rushed the magnetic strip on the back. My feet propelled me across the room. I reached my door, yanked it open, and stepped naked into the hallway.

Two doors down.

In moments I was there, jamming the keycard into the lock. I yanked it out. The mechanism whirled. A green light flashed with welcome beneath the brass handle. I twisted it and shouldered my way through the door.

"Rosem…"

My words trailed off as she came into view. Amid purple rose petals, Rosemary lay in her wedding lingerie on the bed, her blonde air shining beneath her gauzy veil, her round breasts rising and falling, clad in a satin, white demi bra, strapless. It lifted her tits into two, delicious mounds. Her left hand pressed between them as she gasped at the sight of me.

Her diamond engagement ring and golden wedding band sparkled in the light as she shifted.

Her thighs spread involuntarily, revealing the dainty, white thong clinging tight to her pussy, outlining her plump vulva, a cameltoe so similar to her sister's crevasse. Her lush legs were clad in white thigh-high stockings that begged for me to slide my hand up them on my way to feast on her pussy.

The bride quivered, her green eyes glowing.

"It's you," Rosemary said, her voice soft and girlish. "It's truly you. I was afraid you weren't coming."

"I couldn't resist you," I groaned, stumbling forward. "You're just a siren, Rosemary."

"I know," a deeper voice rumbled. "She is that."

I gasped and spun, wrenching my gaze from Rosemary's bewitching face to find a naked Kurt lounging just out of sight of the door. He was hard, his body as muscular as I remembered, full of all that masculine strength I once found attractive.

My heart raced. Guilt slammed into me. "I… I…" My lower lip quivered. "I'm sorry, Kurt. I can't keep away. I had to be here. I had to… to…"

"Fuck my wife?" he asked, moving forward. He took my hands. "Why do you think you're here, Becky?"

I blinked at him. "What?"

"We kept you away until this moment," Kurt said. "Our wedding night. We wanted Rosemary's first time with you to be special. And I wanted to share one last woman with you, Becky. I always enjoyed that. You know it."

I shuddered. "But… but… I… I mean… You made me promise."

"Sorry," he said. "But…" A grin spilled across his lips. "The look on your face when you thought you were caught…"

"Ooh, don't be such a bully to her, Kurt," Rosemary said. "You frightened the poor thing. Her cock almost wilted."

"Nothing could make Becky go soft," Kurt laughed. He squeezed my hands. "I just had to make you try as hard as possible to stay away. If I hadn't…"

"I would have fucked her earlier and ruined your special plans," I said, shifting, my cock swaying before me. "Still, I have half-a-mind to kick you out. I can make Rosemary do it."

"No, you can't," Rosemary said, her words flinty. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Becky, and my husband's going to share in it. We committed ourselves to each other. I don't just swear vows without meaning them. That's my man. So he gets to stay while you breed me."

"Damn," I said, glancing at Kurt. "She's got steel in her."

"She doesn't let me get away with my shit," Kurt said. "She… inspires me, Becky. You know, the way you used to. She makes me want to be the best man I can. I got a job. I fucking am killing it at my work. We're buying a house. If I hadn't met her, I'd be just another loser not giving a shit about my life."

"Kurt…" I said, swallowing. "I… I didn't to…"

"It's not your fault you became a futanari," Kurt said, squeezing my hands. "It's not your fault things went south with us. But I didn't have to stop giving a shit when it happened. I didn't have to throw myself into meaningless pleasure. I mean, fuck, Becky, how many girls did I date in college? Most lasted, like, two weeks. I grew bored of them so fast and was just looking for the next pussy to share with you and… I don't need that now.

"But, for old times sake, and because every woman deserves one romp with your futa-dick, I want you here tonight."

"We want you here," Rosemary added. "Now get over here, you two, and make me cum. Do you know how hard it was not to throw myself at you? I wanted to rip my mom off your dick and take her place in the middle of the wedding ceremony. If I didn't love Kurt so much…

"But I'm at my limits."

"You heard my bride," Kurt said. He arched a fiery eyebrow at me and gave me that handsome smile of his. "Shall we eat my wife's pussy and make her cum?"

"We've never done that before," I said.

He shrugged. "Rosemary's special. She's my wife, Becky." His smile grew when he said that. "Damn, she's my wife. My soulmate."

When he said those words, I blinked. They echoed in my head. What had I done for the last year? The last four-and-a-half years? I'd fucked thousands and thousands of girls. Four or five new pussies a day. Sometimes more. I couldn't remember their names. I had a nation's worth of children out there.

I knew a handful of them….

I just… drifted.

What Kurt and Rosemary had was what I should have, but I lost it when my clit sprouted and I changed. Could I ever have what they did? Or would mindless pleasure, spurting orgasm after spurting orgasm, the best I could do?

Then Kurt led me to the bed, to Rosemary, and my lusts throbbed through me. I could consider my life tomorrow. Tonight… Tonight I would share one last moment with the man I almost married. One little taste of the life I almost had if he hadn't cum in my pussy.

Rosemary was even blonde like me, though I had blue eyes. And was cuter.

"Mmm, two sexy lovers for me to enjoy tonight," Rosemary purred as she squirmed in her wedding lingerie, her tits almost on the verge of popping out of her demi bra. "Aren't I one lucky bride?"

"Yes, you are," Kurt said as he crawled onto the bed, heading for his new bride's right side.

So I went left.

"We're going to make your mind melt in pleasure," Kurt said. "You're going to cum and cum on Becky's dick."

"And yours," Rosemary said, reaching out and grabbing her husband's cock. Then she snagged mine. "It's not just the size that matters. It's how you use it. And you, Kurt, are a master."

"I had to compete with her monster," Kurt said with friendly humor.

"So it's like how the average-looking girl has to develop a personality while the pretty girl can just be an empty-headed bimbo?" I asked.

"Exactly," he said. "Bimbo."

A smile played on my lips. "Plain Jane."

Rosemary giggled, her hand tightening on my futa-dick. "I'm glad you're here for this, Becky." Then she let out a groan. "Now I was promised pleasure. I'm soaking my thong!"

"She's a bit of a bridezilla," I said to Kurt over Rosemary's trembling breasts.

"But she's worth it," he said, his hand sliding up his wife's smooth stomach to her sternum. To the base of her bra. He pulled the cup down, exposing her right breast. A dusky-pink nipple popped out, hard and begging to be loved.

Kurt loved it.

Rosemary squealed in delight. Her green eyes squeezed shut. She flicked out her tongue, wetting her ruby lips. Her hand flew up and down my girl-dick. She stroked me fast and hard as she squirmed on the bed, her body shuddering. She flicked her eyes to me.

I grinned and joined her husband. I pulled down her other bra cup. I groaned as Rosemary's round breast popped out. I squeezed her tit, my fingers digging into her flesh, then I engulfed her nipple. I sucked on it so hard. My tongue whirled around her nub, making her shudder and tremble. She whimpered, fisting our cocks as we loved her nipples.

It was so exciting. I kept glancing at Kurt as he sucked on her other nub. His blue eyes sparkled with delight. His thick lips popped off over and over, making a wet sound that echoed through the hotel suite. The bed creaked as Rosemary shifted.

"Mmm, you're both so hard for me," Rosemary said. "What a naughty treat. I'm going to have so much fun."

"She's going to breed you," Kurt groaned after popping his mouth off her nipple.

I sucked hard on Rosemary's nipple then lifted my head, leaving her breast quivering. "Just like I bred your mother and sister. All three of you will give birth so close together."

"Mmm, wonderful," Rosemary said. "Is it weird that it made me wetter?"

"Futanari just turn women into depraved sluts," Kurt said. "Luckily, I love you anyway."

Rosemary shuddered at the L word. She turned her head to her husband. As I sucked on her dusky-pink nipple again, he claimed her lips in a soulful kiss. A surge of jealousy shot through me. My pussy clenched and my girl-dick throbbed in her stroking hand.

I nipped her nipple.

She squeaked in surprise and broke the kiss. Her eyes fluttered as I nibbled on her nub. She flashed me a naughty grin. Her eyes twinkled as she squirmed. Her stroking hand reached the pinnacle of my girl-dick. She ran her thumb around the sensitive nub.

"Do you want a kiss, too?" Rosemary asked. She licked her lips. "You can use me however you want tonight."

"We're going to enjoy her in so many naughty ways, Becky," Kurt said.

"Yes, we are," I moaned as I moved up her body.

I claimed those lips. I kissed Kurt's bride. She melted against me. Her tongue plunged into my mouth. She swirled it around while her body turned. Our round breasts pressed together. My nipples rubbed against her skin. I shuddered as I enjoyed the kiss.

My girl-dick twitched in her hand. My excitement mounted. I savored the sweetness of her mouth, kissing the bride on her wedding night. Kurt shifted down her body, kissing at her stomach, heading towards her pussy.

The pussy I would enjoy. That I would fill with my cum.

I was breeding Rosemary tonight. I was giving Kurt the naughtiest wedding present ever. He would raise my futa-daughter while I was out there fucking my way through every pussy I could, lost to the hedonism of my life.

What happened to me?

Rosemary broke the kiss and shuddered, "Ooh, yes, I was promised pussy licking! At least one of you is doing it."

I smiled at her. "Oh, we're going to lick you up," I said. "We're going to make you explode."

"Promise," she said and fluttered her eyes at me.

I nodded my head. "Oh, yes."

I pushed down her body while Kurt drew off the thong she wore. Rosemary lifted her lithe legs so he could draw the skimpy underwear down her stocking-clad thighs. I shivered, the air perfumed with my sweet musk and her tart juices.

Kurt pulled off her panties past her dainty feet. He brought the thin scrap of cloth to his nose and inhaled. Deeply. He groaned as he savored his wife's musk, pressing the satin cloth into his lips. I blinked at that.

"I didn't know you had a panty fetish," I said.

"My fault," Rosemary said, her voice so throaty. "I just find it hot when a guy sniffs my panties and, well, I hooked Kurt on inhaling my musk off my panties at my cousin's wedding."

"That was your first date, right?" I asked. "The wedding down in Vegas?"

Rosemary nodded as she spread her thighs, exposing her plump vulva swollen red with her excitement and glistening with her juices.

"Kurt left that out of his version," I said as he lowered her panties.

"Had to have some surprises," he said, clutching the panties in his hand. He gazed down at his wife's pussy. "Shall we?"

"Mmm, yes," I groaned, my mouth watering.

Together, Kurt and I nuzzled into his wife's snatch. I'd eaten pussy with another woman before, but not a man. I ignored the rough feel of his cheek on mine. He was shaved, but there was just a hint of stubble, reminding me this wasn't a sexy girl beside me.

But then my tongue was lapping the bride's tangy pussy, and I didn't care. Rosemary gasped and shuddered as our tongues fluttered up and down her folds. We licked and teased her plump vulva, sliding past each other as we pleasured her.

Kurt's thick fingers parted her vulva, exposing her beautiful, pink depths. Such a wave of lust shot through me. I jammed a pair of my digits into her pussy, feeling her silky sheath. My girl-dick throbbed; I'd be in there soon.

"Ooh, yes, yes, yes!" the bride moaned as I pumped my digits in and out of her snatch. "That's nice. Mmm, I like that."

"I bet you do," I said, a sultry purr to my tone. I couldn't help it. She was just making me feel so wanton right now. "God, you're juicy."

"I've been thinking about you for weeks, but then… seeing my mom riding you, witnessing your gorgeous face framed by that blonde hair…" The bride shuddered, her pussy clenching on my finger. "I wanted you so badly."

"And you'll get to enjoy her," Kurt said moments before his mouth latched onto his new bride's clit.

Rosemary gasped. I smiled as he sucked and fluttered his tongue around Rosemary's clit. I kissed at her inner thigh and plunged my fingers in and out of her silky snatch. I made her gasp and groan. Her passion echoed through the room.

She lifted her legs, hooking her arms around them and hugging them to her breasts. It lifted her pelvis just enough for me to see her puckered asshole. I groaned. Kurt could take care of her pussy, but I would get her asshole ready.

"Becky!" Rosemary groaned. "Ooh, you're such a naughty girl."

"And you have such a yummy asshole," I moaned before swirling my tongue across her sour sphincter.

I savored the feel of her asshole beneath my tongue. I swirled and swabbed around it while I fingered her pussy. Her juicy snatch gripped me. Her moans echoed, mixing with Kurt sucking and slurping at her clit.

It sent such a heady thrill through me. My pussy dripped juices down my swollen futa-dick swinging between my thighs. I couldn't wait to be in her, breeding her. Feeling depraved, I pressed my tongue against her asshole.

It surrendered.

"Becky!" she squealed as my tongue swirled around inside her sour bowels, loving her naughty flavor. "Ooh, yes, yes, yes, you two are driving me wild."

I thrust a third finger into her snatch. She gasped out again. Her voice sounded so tight with pleasure. The bed creaked and rocked as my tongue wiggled as deep into her bowels as I could reach, my mouth pressed against her asshole, my tits rubbing on the bed. I jammed a trio of my fingers deep into her cunt as I pleasured her bowels.

Her pussy squeezed on my digits. Then she squeaked out in rapture. Her orgasm burst through her. Her flesh rippled about my fingers, my tongue. I groaned as she whimpered. Kurt sucked so hard on her clit, making such obscene sounds as he loved his new bride.

We both did.

"Oh, my god, I need to be fucked!" the orgasming bride moaned. "I need you both in me!"

I ripped my lips from her asshole, moaning, "I got her backdoor ready for you, Kurt!"

"Thanks," he said then grinned at me, lips smeared in his wife's pussy juices. "Just like old times."

"Like Janice," I said, shivering and remembering the night I became a futanari. How Kurt and I shared his step-sister, the only time he ever fucked her. I was fairly certain he tried to continue a relationship with her, but she had turned instead to Kurt's mother.

My transformation really messed him up, and I was so caught up in myself I really didn't pay as much attention as I should. I didn't know he was so lost and… But he had Rosemary now. She saved him. She loved him the way I couldn't.

I was so glad he found Rosemary. I grinned at her. "I'm going to pound your newlywed pussy so hard. I've never fucked a bride on her wedding night."

"Really?" she asked, trembling. "I'm your first bride?"

"Yep!" I threw myself down on my side next to her, my tits heaving together. My cock aimed right at her. She rolled over to face me, scooting close, my cock nuzzling between her thighs while our tits came together. "My first naughty, sultry bride."

"Lucky me," she purred then groaned as Kurt pressed up to her from behind. She turned her head, her blonde hair and wedding veil rustling.

They kissed as I pressed my cock into her pussy. I shuddered, witnessing their love, my nipples throbbing against hers, my futa-dick nuzzling at her newlywed cunt. Shuddering, I thrust into her silky depths. Her hot sheath engulfed my cock.

She whimpered into her husband's lips as I buried to the hilt in her.

I groaned, her snatch clenching down around me. I was finally in Rosemary Albertson nee Ramsey. I was finally in the green-eyed bride's pussy. She wasn't as tight as her little sister, but she was tighter than her mother. It was a treat to fuck all three women.

Rosemary moaned as Kurt entered her asshole. The newlywed's pussy clenched down on my girl-dick. I shuddered at the heat pressing down around my girth. My dick twitched and throbbed in her while the pleasure surged through me.

I groaned, drew back my hips through her juicy snatch, and slammed into her. Our tits jiggled together as she shuddered. Silky friction bathed my cock in rapture. I groaned in delight as I pumped away at her cunt.

Kurt growled and fucked her asshole.

"Mmm, just such a wicked woman you married, Kurt," I groaned. "Ooh, her pussy is so hot and tight around my cunt."

Rosemary broke the kiss with her husband to moan, "And she's so thick in me. Oh, Kurt, she's fucking me so hard."

"Yeah, she is," he groaned, his hips thrusting away. "Just a naughty bride, ain't she?"

"So naughty," I said, a big grin spreading across my lips as I pumped away at her pussy. I slammed into her, filling her to the hilt. "Mmm, I'm going to spurt so much cum into you. Isn't that hot? I'm going to breed you!"

"Mmm, I want that!" she groaned, moving her body between us, our cocks slamming into both her holes. "Oh, Kurt, she's going to breed me! I'm going to have her baby!"

"Yes!" he grunted. He pressed his wife tight against me with his hard thrusts. His crotch smacked into her rump as he drove his cock in and out of her bowels. "Just flood her pussy, Becky."

My futa-dick throbbed in his bride's pussy. I loved it when a man begged me to breed his woman. And this was the bride. I pumped my hips as hard as I could. I buried my girl-dick over and over into her tight, juicy snatch.

She whimpered and moaned. Her green eyes grew glassier and glassier with lust as she squirmed between us, working her hips. She stirred her pussy around my girl-dick. The silky friction sent rapture shooting down my shaft, through my hot cunt, and to my ovaries.

Rosemary's made me tremble. I had to cum in her. Explode in her. I had to fill her with every drop of my futa-cum.

"Damn!" I groaned, my pussy clenching as I thrust into her cunt. "Rosemary, your pussy is amazing. I'm going to breed you! You're going to have my futa-daughter!"

"Mmm, yes!" she said, a dreamy look flitting across her face. "She's going to start our family, Kurt!"

"She is!" he groaned and then they were kissing again.

I was witnessing their love while I drove my futa-dick in and out of her pussy. I shuddered, wrapped up in it. I kissed at her cheeks and chin. Her cunt clenched and squeezed on my dick as I buried into her over and over.

Her passion surged through her. She whimpered into her kiss with her husband. Her body bucked between us. My eyes widened as her pussy convulsed about my girl-dick. That hot and hungry hole ached for my futa-seed to erupt in her.

"Kurt!" I moaned. "Your wife's cumming on our dicks! She wants our cum! She wants me to breed her!"

Kurt kept kissing his wife over her shoulder. Her head craned to keep herself locked to him while she shuddered between us. Her pussy rippled about my girl-dick. It felt so incredible. She wanted this so badly.

So did he.

I buried into his wife. My ovaries tightened. The silky friction caressed the sensitive tip of my futa-dick. The pleasure shot down my shaft. My pussy clenched. I whimpered and rammed to the hilt into the bride's convulsing pussy.

I fired my futa-spunk into her.

I bred her pussy.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I howled.

Her pussy spasmed harder about my futa-dick. She milked out every drop. Like her sister, she was so eager to be bred. I groaned, dizzy passion shooting through my body. Kurt slammed into his wife, grunting into the kiss, adding his jizz to her asshole.

"Rosemary, you're so beautiful!" I gasped, staring at her kissing her husband while the pleasure coursed through my body.

While her pussy drained my cock of all its futa-seed.

She broke the kiss with her husband. "Thank you for sharing this with us, Becky!"

"Yes!" Kurt groaned as he nuzzled into his wife's cheek. "Damn, that was so hot. She bred you, honey. It made me cum so hard."

"Mmm, she did," Rosemary said, her green eyes twinkling. "But our night's not done."

I grinned, glad I could share this joy with them.

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April 17th, 2047

"It was incredible," I said to Adelia, the studio audience, and the world, remembering that night. "Amazing. It was the last night I ever shared a woman with Kurt, but I'll treasure it always. We made love for hours. Kurt would rest while I pleased his wife, then he would join in again, fucking her pussy, her mouth, even her asshole again. Mmm, it was such an awesome night."

"It sounds like it," Adelia said, her voice strained by awe.

"And, of course, you all know Cheryl Albertson," I said. "My speechwriter who helped me win over so much of the world to our new one world government. She was born nine months after that to Rosemary." I licked my lips. "A few years later, Kurt and Rosemary had their second child, Kurt's actual daughter." A shiver ran through me. "My beautiful Sharron."

My wife, Sharron, blushed as she stepped out onto the cameras. She had a glassy look in those blue eyes she inherited from her father. But she also had her mother's beauty in her features, that look which bewitched me on that day four years ago. I took Sharron's hands as I stood up, staring into her eyes. Tears beaded in them.

They also beaded in mine.

"She's my soulmate," I said and then I knelt before her, my fingers stroking the back of her hands.

She let out an audible sniffle, her joy beaming from her smiling lips. The studio audience all gasped and tittered in delight. I ignored them, focusing everything on my pregnant wife before me, my own vision getting misty.

"I just want everyone to know how much I love you, Sharron." The tears fell from my eyes, pouring hot down my cheeks. My shoulders shook. I pressed my face into the swell of her pregnant belly. "How you saved me from a life of meaningless sex. I never realized how empty I was until that night with your parents. How much I lost when I became a futanari and broke up with Kurt. But now I have you. I know we haven't had much time together, but we'll make a future together."

"Becky," Sharron said, her voice strained with emotion. "I… I love you so much. I don't… It's all…"

I rose and caught my wife in a tight embrace. I pressed her against me. I kissed her hard on the mouth. I thrust my tongue past her lips. Her tears poured down her cheeks. They were salty and delicious. She tasted so amazing as she trembled against me, clinging to me, her belly pressed into mine.

Adelia, in a voice half-broken by emotion, said, "We'll be right back with more about the life of Becky Woodward after a word from our sponsors."

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