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211. WFFD Futa's First Naughty Birthday

Tales of the World's First Futa's Daughters–Futa's First Naughty Birthday Chapter One: Lola's Hot Birthday Surprise

Tales of the World's First Futa's Daughters

Futa's First Naughty Birthday

Chapter One: Lola's Hot Birthday Surprise

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Hot Wife, Virgin, Sex Toys, oral Sex, Exhibitionism

Description: Lola, the world's second futa, gets one hot birthday present!

Description: Danielle, Becky's daughter, is celebrating her birthday with her half-sisters and paying one naughty game!

Description: The futa Christina loses her virginity the right way on her 18th birthday!

July 22nd, 2037 – Lola Albertson

"Today's guests are the six futa-sisters who organized the campaign that got their mother, Becky Woodward, elected president of the United States last year," Adelia Tash said as she sat in the central chair of her streaming studio. My sisters and I, plus my wife, were seated in two couches flanking her. I was to the left, Jen at the end, with Rebecca next to me and Christina beyond her. My other three half-sisters—Danielle, Bethany, and Leah—sat on the other couch. Two cameras broadcast us out to the internet and the world.

"We're so glad to be here," said Leah. As Mom's press secretary, she was used to being out in the spotlight. I squeezed Jen's hand, a little nervous.

I was just my futa-mom's speech writer.

"So, you're all turning nineteen today," said Adelia Tash. "That's incredible that you're all so close together in age. You were all among the first daughters Becky ever bred in any women."

"Lola's the first," Rebecca said. "And I'm the second."

Adelia Tash nodded, eyes flicking to me. She was an elegant woman, refined, with caramel skin. She wore a pink, one piece dress with no sleeves and a scoop neckline showing off a hint of her round cleavage. Her legs were crossed and toned, shaved smooth.

"They celebrated their birthday in style," said Jen. My pregnant wife—we were married only two months ago, but I knocked her up earlier than that—squeezed my hand. "I helped set up a special treat for Rebecca and Lola."

My cheeks blushed as Adelia stared at me. "Oh, care to share, Lola?"

Rebecca glanced at me. "Yes," I said, remembering that day last year. "We were having our shared eighteenth-birthday birthday. It was right after they sang us happy birthday when…"

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July 22nd, 2036

"Happy birthday to you!" sang everyone gathered around me and my five half-sisters. We were in my house's dining room. "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear futas! Happy birthday to you!"

My cheeks were burning red from all our friends from high school, along with older friends of our mothers, clapping and cheering around us. The room thundered with applause. It radiated out through the house. It was so embarrassing.

"Blow out the candles!" shrieked my girlfriend, Jen. "Come on, Lola! Do it!"

I glanced at my other sisters as we were clustered around our large birthday cake. It had eighteen candles burning happily on it. They were all pink. That waxy scent filled the air. Rebecca stood beside me. She was the closest of my half-sisters. Our relationship was even weirder thanks to our mothers' relationships than the other girls.

"Come on!" said Danielle. She was in the middle, a big smile on her lips, her sandy-blonde hair spilling around her. "We only turn eighteen once!"

"I turned eighteen five days ago," I muttered then drew in my deep breath.

Rebecca, Danielle, Christina, Leah, Bethany, and I were among the first futas born into the world. We all shared the same futa-mother, Becky Woodward. Yes, that Becky. The one that had exploded onto the world when she became a futa nearly nineteen years ago. The futa who made every woman in the world pant after her in lust.

The one whose futa-seed was so potent it caused any woman with an intact reproductive system, who also wasn't already pregnant, to conceive. No birth control had ever stopped her. It didn't matter what part of a woman's cycle she was in, our futa-mother put women into heat.

My mother, Janice Albertson, was the first woman Mom ever fucked. Becky lost her futa-virginity to my mother. Rebecca, standing beside and drawing in her own breath, was conceived when Mom fucked my step-mom (who was also Janice's step-mom, but now the pair were basically married so Mrs. Albertson, as she was called, was now my step-mom).

With a mighty exhalation, we blew out our birthday cake. All six of us huffing and puffing, our bodies leaning over the cake. My round breasts swayed in the cute crop top I wore that left my belly bare. A tight jean skirt hugged my waist and showed off my bulging futa-cock.

Like our mom, all six of us were futas. She only bred daughters like us.

"You did it!" Jen cheered, my girlfriend bouncing beside me. I shook my head. Why was she so excited. We blew out some candles.

Then her arms went around my neck and she planted a hot kiss on my lips. I trembled as her tongue darted into my mouth. An "oohing" rose around us from all our friends from high school who'd graduated last month like us.

My cheeks were burning while my cock throbbed in my panties, cut to fit a futa-cock. With thousands of my half-sisters coming of age across the United States this summer, they were needed.

Jen broke the kiss, a big smile on her lips. Her large breasts swelled the scoop-neck, pink top she wore, thin spaghetti straps holding it up. She cuddled against me, her blue eyes shining. They were such a vibrant hue. So intoxicating. Her hand squeezed my rump.

"Mmm, happy birthday," she purred in my lips.

"That was five days ago," I groaned. It was only Christina's birthday. Of the six of us who'd grown up close together, Christina was a latecomer. Though conceived on the same day as Danielle and Leah, she came two days later than them.

"Don't be a spoilsport," Jen said. She glanced at my sisters. "They're all having fun."

Bethany was already cutting into the cake. She was a supportive kind of girl. She had a motherly vibe about her even at eighteen. Her golden-blonde hair was a richer shade than my own sandy hue. All of our hairs were different shades, but you could see our Mom in each of our faces. Rebecca and I had the same shape of noses, while Christian and I had the same rounded ears. Bethany and Leah had the same plump lips.

"Here you are, Lola," Bethany said, giving me a cheery smile as she handed me a paper plate with a piece of chocolate, strawberry cake on it. "Mmm, I think Danielle's mom out did herself on baking this."

"Yes!" Danielle moaned. She was the most outgoing of us. Her mother, Dona, was similarly bubbly. Danielle and I had the same hair color, a darker shade of blonde than our futa-mom. She took another big bike, flecks of cake smeared on her lips.

A cutie from school named Georgia darted in and kissed Danielle, licking up some of the cake. Then she giggled and ran off. Danielle grinned. Out of all of us, Danielle was the most like our mother. She was always sneaking kisses from girls and flirting with them. While none of us inspired the lust the way our Mom did, we were all sought after and pursued.

After all, we were futas. We were girls with big dicks. Since most women would never get to sleep with our Mom, they wanted to settle for us. Danielle didn't mind.

I had Jen, so I just turned them down.

The music started up. It was an old, a classic from Drake. The beat pumped through the house, my had bobbing as I enjoyed the chocolate-strawberry cake. It was delicious. I groaned as I munched on it with Jen while Danielle was grinding on Georgia as the pair danced in the middle of the living room.

Christina, of course, was sitting by herself reading a book. Her step-dad, Chris, was a big nerd. Even though they weren't biologically related, she was his daughter. But it was good that she was a nerd. She was bright. We were going to need her for our plans.

Rebecca sat down beside me, staring at her phone.

"Good news?" I asked her.

"We're getting the signatures together," she said. "The Futa Party's going to be on the next election ballet. In every state"

"Do you think Mom has any idea?" Bethany asked. She came up to us her hips swaying. She wore a tight pair of jeans cut to show off her futa-dick. It was a new line just launched this year, the clothing companies starting to make more and more clothes as more and more futas hit their teens.

"Oh, no," I said. "I hear she's down on the beach in Mexico breeding every Latina hottie she can find."

"Ooh, that sounds fun," Bethany said. "I want to do some breeding, too, but…"

"You have to keep your hands off those virgins for Mom," I said.

We were lining up "interns" for Mom's presidential campaign we were launching for her in the fall. Rebecca and I had come up with the idea. We were both eager to work with Mom, to get to know her. Uncle Kurt talked about her a lot, reminiscing on when they dated before the change happened, then their time in college together. To keep Mom focused, we planned on parading as many virgin girls for her to breed so she could make speeches and do press conferences.

Our futa-mom just had an effect on women. It was insane. I don't know how she could go through life with women just flinging themselves at her.

"It's hard," groaned Bethany. "I really, really want to enjoy them." She arched Jen an eyebrow. "Are you still a virgin?"

"In my pussy," Jen said and blushed.

"We tried anal out on my actual birthday," I said, grinning. "I lubed her up and sank into her. It was incredible."

"Anal is great," Bethany said, a smile growing. She glanced at Rebecca. "When are you going to lose your cherry?"

Rebecca shrugged, her red hair swaying. She had the same fiery locks big tits as her mother. "I'm not in a hurry."

My eyes flicked across the room to where Mrs. Albertson chatted with some of our mothers. She was a MILF in all the best ways. She had aged deliciously. She was in great shape, her breasts big and full, her hair this vibrant red sweeping about her shoulders. Her husband (yes, she had a husband and was in a relationship with my mother) was chatting with my mother (her husband's daughter) Janice on the other side of the room.

See how complicated it was. My grandfather was sharing his wife with his daughter. It was our futa-mom's fault, of course. She showed Janice and Mrs. Albertson how much fun girls could be. Mr. Albertson didn't seem to mind sharing his wife. Which meant that Rebecca was both my half-sisters and my step-aunt, even though I was older than her by about seven hours.

It made my brain hurt. It was why Mrs. Albertson was my step-mom. It made things easier for me to think of it in that way.

"I think you're going to lose your cherry tonight, Rebecca," Jen said as she squirmed beside me.

I blinked at that. "What do you know?"

She winked at me. She nuzzled against my ear. "Since you're letting your futa-mom take my cherry, I thought it was only fair that someone else gets yours."

"But we've already had sex," I said, confused. My pussy clenching as my girl-dick remembered plunging into her tight asshole. That velvety grip felt amazing about my cock. Just to die for.

She slid her hand up my thigh and beneath my jean skirt. I gasped as she rubbed against the crotch of my panties, pressing the satin cloth into my pussy. My girl-dick grew even harder, throbbing from the folds of my pussy. She caressed up and down it, her eyes blue smoldering.

She nudged my hymen.

"Wait, I'm not having sex with a guy!" I hissed. "Eww. I like girls. I'm not…" I frowned. I didn't know if liking girls made me gay because I was mostly female, or if liking a guy would. "I like girls. You!"

"Someone asked me if they could pop your cherry," said Jen. "Someone that I know you'll enjoy." She arched an eyebrow. "And they don't have to have a dick to do it."

"What are you two whispering about?" Rebecca asked, squirming beside me. "I'm hearing a lot of talk of cherries."

"I know, it's making me hard," Bethany said. "Mmm, I see Georgia. She doesn't have a cherry. Maybe she'll fuck me."

"Have fun," I said as Bethany darted off, her golden-blonde hair bouncing about her shoulders.

"What is this about someone taking our cherries?" Rebecca asked, glancing past me to look at Jen.

She winked an eye at my half-sister as the music changed. The sultry purrs of Rihanna started playing. It was her new single. I grinned. I grew up listening to her. She had a great voice, not like some of the stars popping up these days.

Though Nari, one of my many half-sisters, had a voice of an angel. She was blowing up the charts.

As I was pestering Jen for more information, my mother, Janice, appeared. She had short, brown hair that framed her mature and lush face. Though she was a busty woman, my tits were not nearly as big. I'd inherited our futa-mom's round breasts.

"Hey, Mom," I said, grinning at her. "Jen's being a pest! Can I tie her up and tickle her?"

"Save that for your bedroom," Mother said, giving me a wink. "She might like it."

"Ms. Albertson!" gasped Jen, her cheeks going red. My girlfriend gave the cutest squeak.

"Ooh, I like that," I said, standing up. "Let's go. I'll tie you up right now and use a feather duster on you. I'll get you to talk."

"After," Mother said, taking my hand. "Come on. I have something to give you. A gift. Oh, Rebecca, your mom has something for you, too."

"Oh?" Rebecca asked. She stood up, her large tits swelling her halter top. Her pleated skirt swished around her thighs.

"Yeah, go wait in your bedroom," Janice said. "Your gift will be along soon."

My eyes widened. I glanced at my girlfriend. She winked at me. Did my mother hire me a hooker or something? Did that mean Mrs. Albertson bought one for Rebecca, too? A strange, giddy thrill lanced through me as I took my mother's hand. She led me through the house, my futa-dick throbbing in my panties.

"What is it, Mom?" I asked, squeezing her tit.

"Oh, I think Jen told you just what it is," she answered. She gave me a wink of her hazel eye. "Something special. Me and your step-mom worked it out between us. We thought it was… fitting. A nice way to celebrate you two becoming adults."

My heart beat faster and faster. They had bought us hookers.

"Now, I left you something on your bed," mother said when she paused by the door. She cupped my cheeks and smiled at me. "Oh, you look so much like Becky did that day, Lola."

I shivered. I knew the story, Becky told it enough in interviews, to know that my mothers made love in the bathroom whose door was right behind me. That my bedroom was Janice's old room, where they continued making love.

"I hope you have as happy memories to today as I do of that one," my mother continued, emotion shining in her eyes. Then she kissed me on the forehead. "Enjoy."

Feeling dazed, I slipped into my bedroom. There on the bed was a clothing box with a bow wrapped about it, pink and beautiful. I rushed to it, my heart racing. There was a tag tucked half under the bow.

"For my beautiful daughter," the flowing script read, "put on what's inside and wait for your birthday surprise. Love, Mom."

I shuddered and kissed it. I didn't know Becky well, but my other mother was amazing. I pulled on the bow, shuddering as the satin ribbon rasped together. It came undone, and I opened my gift. I lifted the top of the box and peeled back the dainty tissue paper.

A black negligee lay inside with a sleeping mask waiting on top.

"Ooh, that's kinky," I said.

I stripped naked in a flash. I peeled off my top, freeing my round breasts to bounce and jiggle. I tweaked my pink nipples, a hot shudder racing down to my molten panties and hard futa-dick. I shuddered, hips wiggling, and attacked my jean skirt. I thrust those down my thighs. They fell in a puddle of denim around my feet.

I stepped out of them, my cock tenting the front of my satin panties. The gray fabric looked so nice, but weren't needed. Those came off next. My dick popped out, bobbing before me. I had a line of blonde hair leading down to the top of my pussy where my labia wrapped around the shaft of my cock. I was thick and large, bigger than most guys.

Or so I was told.

I gave myself a quick stroke as my excitement bubbled through me. Who had my mom picked out for me? I glanced at the wall separating me from Rebecca (she had Uncle Kurt's old bedroom). Was she finding a similar gift for her encounter. Were they hookers? Or were they people we knew? Girls from school. Maybe a teacher we had a crush on.

A family friend.

I groaned and pulled on the negligee. The silk fabric felt so cool and smooth against my skin. I whimpered as it rasped over my nipples. It fell down to just above my cock, handing in a frilly gossamer, like inky shadows made into a sheer delight for me to wear. The material was dark around my breasts, hiding my nipples, but my stomach bled through.

My cock twitched and throbbed before me. My virgin pussy clenched in anticipation. I dug through the tissue paper, seeing if there was a skimpy pair of panties to go with it. There wasn't.

"Okay," I muttered, grabbing the sleeping mask and pulling it on.

Darkness became my world.

"You're going to have sex with a beautiful woman," I told myself. "Jen's okay with it." I shuddered. What if it was Jen? What if she was messing with me? Unless Jen was going to pop Rebecca's cherry.

I didn't mind that. Becky was showing the world that sex and love didn't have to be intertwined. Many men loved having their wives or girlfriend's bred. They got off on enjoying the sloppy seconds. That was how my half-sister, Cheryl Albertson, was conceived.

I sank down on the bed, a ball of nervous energy. My futa-dick twitched and throbbed as I laid on my back. I stretched out on the bed, my legs parted wide. My pussy felt on display, my outer vulva parting to show off my hymen and inner folds. My futa-dick twitched and throbbed. My heart screamed beneath my breasts.

"I'm so ready," I whimpered, listening to the sounds of the house.

Loud music thumped from beneath. Someone had put on Heather Delight. She had a fun voice that mixed with the beat. Her new single filled the house with such noise I couldn't hear anything save for my screaming heart.

I squirmed, my futa-dick aching. It twitched and throbbed. A bead of precum ran over the tip and down the shaft. It made me squirm. My pussy clenched, the heat building and building in me. I was so excited for this.

So ready to have my cherry popped. I was eighteen now. An adult. I could have all the naughty fun I wanted.

"What's taking so long," I whimpered as the Heather Delights song neared its end. "I'm so ready and—"

My bedroom door creaked open.

I could feel the woman entering. She was quiet as she closed the door behind her. I didn't hear her padding footsteps, but I could just sense her presence coming closer and closer. Maybe she was stirring up small currents of air I was feeling on my naked cock.

My pussy felt on display. My dick a piece of art to be admired. I clutched at the covers, squirming, the heat flowing faster out of my snatch. A wet spot formed beneath my rump. My heavy breathing pressed my nipples against the silk fabric, adding another bit of tingling delight to flow through me.

The woman was over me.

"Hello," I said, wanting to rip off the mask.

The woman let out a throaty purr of pleasure.

I gasped as a pair of hot hands grasped my thighs right above my knees. They pushed my legs even wider apart. I pictured the woman kneeling now. I heard the soft caress of skin on skin. Maybe her thighs pressing together.

Then I heard her breathing. Heavy. Passionate. My toes curled as I whimpered. I heard a gasp bleeding through the walls and knew Rebecca was experiencing this same anticipatory delight. Hot breath caressed my shaved pussy folds. My dick twitched.

"Oh, my god!" I gasped as wet lips kissed my inner thigh an inch below where my leg met my groin. Silky hair brushed the lips of my excited pussy. "Who are you!"

The woman didn't answer with words. She just kissed up my leg, coming closer and closer to my pussy. I trembled, my body quivering. My toes curled as she reached the edge of my vulva. She kissed an inch closer, almost touching my slit. My hands dug into the comforter. My futa-dick pulsed to my screaming heart beat.

Then her lips were on my pussy. This stranger licked at me. I had no idea who she was other than her tongue felt amazing. Not seeing enhanced what I felt. The mystery of who this was only excited me more and more. Her tongue was skilled. She'd eaten pussy before. She fluttered up and down my folds, brushing the base of my girl-dick.

Her hand engulfed my shaft. I whimpered as she stroked it. Pleasure shot down my cock to my pussy. My snatch clenched while her tongue bathed my folds. She fluttered against my hymen, letting out a purring moan.

"Yes, yes, you're going to take my cherry, aren't you?" I moaned, trembling on the bed. "Mmm, I just know it!"

She lapped her tongue against my pussy again. She caressed me with her fluttering touch. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. The bed creaked as I squirmed against her licking tongue. She teased me. Nibbled on me.

Her hand stroked my futa-dick as she sucked on my labia. Her lips caressed my hymen while I squirmed and groaned. My heart thundered. Pleasure coursed through my body. My eyes fluttered behind the sleeping mask. I gripped the comforter to keep from ripping it off.

I didn't want to know yet. I wanted this strange, beautiful, amazing woman to make me cum first.

My nipples throbbed and my cock twitched. I whimpered and groaned as her tongue darted through my folds. My eyes fluttered behind the sleeping mask, eyelashes caressing the fabric. My body felt so alive now. So sensitive.

I felt every flick of her tongue through my folds. Every caress. My cock twitched and throbbed in her hand. She worked it faster, squeezing out precum to lube her stroking girth. She was good at this. She knew how to love me.

"Oh, yes, yes!" I gasped, my toes curling. My heart raced, pumping blood through me. "You're so good."

She let out a purring moan.

"Is that Dona?" I asked. "Are you the one doing it? I know you love futas!"

The mystery woman nibbled on my labia. There was something about the gesture that let me know I was wrong in my guess.

"Ooh, what about Tiffany and…" I shook my head, picturing Christina's mother between my thighs. "But, no, she would have her husband, Chris here. He would be getting off on getting cuckolded by a futa."

The woman licked me.

It couldn't be my mother, Janice, or my futa-mom, Becky. Who else could it be? Besides a hooker. There were plenty of girls I knew from school. They would all love to lick my pussy, but that didn't feel right. It had to be someone my mother Janice knew.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" Rebecca moaned from her room. "Oh, wow, that's good!"

"Sounds like she's having as much fun as me!" I moaned, my futa-dick throbbing in the strange woman's stroking hand. "Ooh, yes, you're just making me feel so naughty."

I squirmed and shuddered. The heat rippled through me. This wondrous treat that was bringing me closer and closer to an explosion. I swallowed. My heart hammered in my chest. My thighs squeezed about her, grinding her face into my pussy.

My heart beat faster and faster. The pleasure swelled and swelled in me. I groaned at the delight coursing through my body. Her tongue lashed me. It attacked me. It made me whimper as my orgasm built and built. That delicious ache at the tip of my cock, that wonderful pressure in my ovaries.

The woman's tongue caressed my hymen. She sucked on my labia. I groaned, gripping the comforter. My eighteen-year-old body trembled. Her hand stroked up to the tip of my girl-dick, caressing the spongy crown.

"I'm going to erupt!" I moaned. "Oh, wow, that's good. You're going to make me explode."

The woman moved. Her head darted up from my pussy to nuzzle lips at the crown of my shaft. She slid over my sensitive tip. My eyes widened beneath my mask. Little stars danced through the darkness of my world. I groaned and shuddered, my pussy clenching, my dick twitching.

I erupted.

"Oh, yes, thank you!" I moaned as my futa-dick spurted hot jizz.

I flooded the strange woman's mouth with my girl-cum. My ovaries unloaded. My virgin pussy convulsed, aching to be stimulated as the woman sucked on my erupting cock. She nursed on it, drawing out every blast of jizz firing out of me. The pleasure screamed through me. It slammed into my mind.

The bed creaked as I squirmed. My passion gasped out of me. I twisted the covers, clawing at them as my round tits heaved my silky nightie. The pleasure raced through me in powerful pulses and gentle waves. The dual delights met and swirled in me.

"Oh, god, yes!" I moaned as she sucked out the last of my cum. "Mmm, that's amazing! Oh, thank you! That was a great blowjob!"

Her mouth popped off my twitching girl-dick. She moved. I could feel her shifting on the bed. Then her breasts brushed my stomach. Her nipples were hard, poking into my stomach through the silky negligee, her breast soft.

They were large tits. It was a busty woman moving up my body her breasts pressed into mine as she kissed me. I groaned, tasting my own salty cum. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. I whimpered, sucking on it, reveling in the flavor of my jizz on her mouth. I squirmed beneath her, trembling, my heart racing. My pussy clenched and toes curled. Our tongues dueled and caressed each other passing my jizz back and forth.

It was an incredible delight to behold. A wondrous gift to enjoy. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest. How many busty women were there in my life? There was one that popped to mine. Could it be here?

Was I kissing my step-mom? Was Mrs. Albertson's tongue thrusting into my mouth? Was I sharing my jizz with Rebecca's hot mother?

I clutched her to me. My hands slid down her rump, grabbing her ass as our tongues dueled. My softening cock twitched and throbbed. I whimpered, my heart racing. It had to be her. I lusted after Mrs. Albertson for so long. She was the second woman my futa-mom ever fucked. She was my own mother's lover.

This was amazing.

Then did that mean… was my mother in there with Rebecca. Was my half-sister making out with her step-aunt right now. Did she have any idea? This was so kinky. We'd swapped mothers on our birthday's.

Mrs. Albertson broke the kiss and I whimpered, "It's you, isn't it! Please, please, tell me it's you."

"Figured it out, have we?" came the rich, purring voice of the beautiful, older woman. She was elegant. Gorgeous. My heart screamed in my chest.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I moaned. "It is you! Oh, Mrs. Albertson! I want you to take my cherry!"

"Mmm, call me mommy," she purred, her nose brushing mine. "You're my daughter's half-sister, after all."

"Yes!" I gasped, loving this. I felt her fiery curls caressing my face. "Oh, Mommy, yes! I want this so bad and…"

As she shifted, I felt something hard and plastic nudging into my inner thigh near my pussy. It was rounded like a shaft. My pussy clenched. I pictured a fleshy dildo thrusting from Mrs. Albertson's crotch, aimed right at me.

She kissed me again, hungry, devouring me. Her hands pushed up my negligee, stroking my belly as our tongues dueled. My skin felt alive beneath her hot touch. Her caresses made me whimper and moan. The pleasure rippled through me. It was a delight I never wanted to give up.

Her hands reached my breasts. She cupped my tits beneath the negligee while her dildo slid up my thigh and found the shaved folds of my virgin pussy. I groaned, my futa-dick twitching, almost hard again as she kissed me with such passion.

Our tongues caressed.

Her fingers dug into my breasts.

Her dildo found the entrance to my pussy.

I broke the kiss, moaning, "Make me into a woman, Mommy! Make me into a futa-woman!"

"Mmm, gladly!" she moaned, her forehead rubbing on mine. I pictured her green eyes shining above me. The mask made this all so exciting. My hands dug into her rump. "I've wanted to do this for a bit. I'm such a naughty mommy, aren't I?"

"Oh, yes!" I moaned as her dildo pressed on my hymen.

My dick twitched as the elastic membrane stretched and stretched. It was incredible. My eyes widened. Then my cherry popped. The dildo slammed several inches into my virgin depths. My futa-cock sprang to full hardness, twitching up and smacking her bare belly.

"Mommy!" I squealed.

"Oh, Aunt Janice, yes!" gasped my half-sister from the other room. We lost our virginities at the same time! I pictured her squirming beneath my mom—her step-aunt—in delight.

How delicious.

My pussy squeezed down on the dildo as it sank deeper and deeper it on my flesh. My futa-dick twitched and throbbed between our bodies. Mrs. Albertson pressed her weight down on me, her tits pillowing into my breasts.

I wrapped my thighs around her waist as I shuddered beneath her. It was incredible. The dildo reached so deep into me. It teased me, made me groan. My eyes fluttered as our lips met in another wonderful kiss.

"Yes, yes, fuck me, Aunt Janice!" bled through the walls. "Ooh, that dildo! It's so thick! Mmm, I love it!"

I agreed with my half-sister.

My cunt clenched on the dildo as Mrs. Albertson pumped it away in me. She worked her shaft in and out of me, plunging into my depths then drawing it back. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. I whimpered, my body twitching and shuddering. My toes curled as the pleasure built and built in me. This heat was amazing.

I wanted it bursting through me I wanted to cum so hard. To just explode on it. I matched my step-mother's rhythm. I gripped her hips with my thighs, stirring her dildo around inside of me. My clit-dick twitched between us every time she bottomed out in me.

"Ooh, yes, you like that, don't you, you little futa-slut!" moaned my mother from the other room. "Mmm, you're working that ass back into my dildo!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Rebecca gasped. "Oh, every thrust sends delight shooting up to my dick's tip every time you bury into me!"

"I know, it's so good!" my mother purred, loving Rebecca. "I love having a dildo fuck me!"

"Or Mom's cock?" gasped Rebecca.

"It'll be your cock soon," purred Mom.

My futa-dick twitched. I gasped beneath Mrs. Albertson. She broke the kiss, purring, "Mmm, do you want to fuck Mommy's pussy with that big dick?"

"I do!" I groaned, my hips undulating beneath her, grinding my clit into her pubic mound. "I want it so badly! I want to be in you, Mommy!"

She thrust harder into me. She moaned, her lips hot on mine. My pussy clenched around her dildo. My eyes fluttered behind my mask. The heat billowing through me was incredible. It made me shiver. My nipples throbbed, pressed against her tits, separated only by the negligee.

Every plunge into me brought me closer and closer to exploding. I clutched her, my fingers digging into her flexing rump. My hips bucked into her plunges, my futa-dick throbbing and aching between us. That pressure built and built in my ovaries. I was about to erupt.

I broke the kiss, whimpering, "Mommy, yes, yes, you're going to make me cum!"

"Mmm, good!" she moaned. "It's your birthday! Cum for Mommy!"

"Yes!" I gasped.

She slammed the dildo deep into me. That friction rippled through my body. My toes curled as my snatch drank in the friction. It was such a different experience than doing the fucking. To be penetrated, to take my lover into me, was incredible.

Fulfilling.

My eyes rolled back in my head as the pleasure built. She plunged in again and again. Her crotch ground against my clit. I whimpered out in delight. My eyes fluttered. Then I cried out in orgasmic bliss.

My pussy convulsed.

"Mommy!"

My cock erupted.

"So good, Mommy!"

Hot cum spurted between our bodies. It soaked my negligee, bleeding through to coat my upper stomach and round tits. My dick pulsed and throbbed as the pleasure rushed out of me. It slammed into my mind.

"Love it!" I whimpered.

My pussy writhed about that thick shaft. It was the first time I had something in me. It was a wondrous treat. My pussy deserved to have pleasure, too. Not just my cock needed to have pleasure exploding through me.

"Yes, yes, yes!" my body shaking. "Oh, that's good. Mmm, that's incredible! I love it! I love it so much!"

"Mmm, Mommy's cute futa-girl is cumming hard!" she moaned. "Ooh, yes, I love having my tits drenched in your seed!"

"I'll do it whenever you need it Mommy!" I promised, my body bucking. "Whenever I can! I love you!"

"I love you, too!"

She kissed me hard as my pussy convulsed a final time about that dildo. My dick twitched. Pleasures spilled through my mind. I buzzed from my orgasm. I whimpered and moaned as our tongues dueled, my heart pounding.

I groaned, my eyes fluttering. She broke the kiss and pulled the dildo out of me. I felt so wonderfully messy. My pussy had gushed juices and soaked the bed beneath my rump. The musk of our pussies filled the air. My negligee clung to my tits as I sucked in breath, the salty tinge of cum seasoning tickling my nostrils.

"Mmm, now let's get this hard so you can fuck me," she moaned.

I ripped off my blindfold to see her fiery hair descending. The sexy MILF engulfed my half-hard dick. I gasped as she nursed on it. I was so sensitive from cumming. It almost hurt. I hadn't inherited Mom's insatiable sex drive. I couldn't fuck an entire cheerleader squad during a football game.

I needed some recovery.

I moaned as that hot mouth worked on my cock. Over the next few minutes, as I heard the moans bleeding through from Rebecca's bedroom and the gasps and pants coming from below (I had no idea what naughty things my other half-sisters were up to), my dick recovered. I grew hard again. I thrust up into her mouth. She sucked on it, her green eyes staring up at me, her big tits swaying.

Then she popped her mouth off of me and purred, "Mmm, you're hard again. How would you like me?"

"On your hands and knees!" I panted, feeling wanton. "Doggy style!"

"Mmm, that's Mommy's naughty futa-girl!"

She turned around on the bed. Her plump rear and toned thighs wiggled at me her bright bush soaked by her juices. She'd taken off her strap-on at some point while getting me hard again. I grinned as I rose. I ripped off my cum-matted negligee, freeing my round tits to bounce free, my sandy-blonde locks spilling about my shoulders.

I bent over, unable to resist, and licked through her silky bush, her pubic hairs tickling my cheek and nose, to gather up her tart juices. I slid through her thick cuntlips, teasing them and making her groan, before my tongue flicked up to her taint.

"Does Mommy taste better than your girlfriend?" she moaned.

"I don't eat her pussy much," I said. "She's still a virgin." I licked my tongue up through Mrs. Albertson's taint to her asshole, tasting her sour musk as I rimmed her. "Mmm, but you do got a delicious asshole!"

"You can enjoy any of my holes," she moaned. "Mommy just wants you happy."

"I haven't tried pussy," I said, eager for the experience. I brought my cock to her cunt. Nearly nineteen years ago, my futa-mom had slid into this pussy and created Rebecca. I nuzzled my dick against the MILF's hot cunt.

Thrust into her.

"Lola!" Mrs. Albertson moaned. "Oh, yes, it's been too long since I had a girl-dick in me!"

I didn't know what to say. Pussy felt incredible wrapped around my futa-cock. This hot, wet, silky sheath squeezed around me. Don't get me wrong, I loved being in Jen's velvety asshole, but this was a different treat.

This was hot cunt.

I slid to the hilt in her. I wanted to savor this, but I was too excited. I was in Mrs. Albertson. I was in the busty MILF that I had such a crush on growing up. My hands slid up her body as I drew back my hips. I grasped her cum-splattered boobies, massaging them while her pussy caressed my aching cock.

I rammed back into her.

I buried to the hilt in her snatch. My crotch smacked into her rump. Flesh slapped flesh. The echoes danced through the living room. I groaned as the heat surged through my body. My round breasts heaved. The friction around my dick sent burning bliss raging to my ovaries.

"Mommy!" I squealed and drew back my hips again.

"Oh, yes, Mommy's good, little futa-girl has an amazing dick!" she gasped, wiggling her hips.

I rammed into her depths again. My crotch smacked her rump. My pussy clenched at the delicious delight surging around my girl-dick. Juices ran down my thighs. My cunt was on fire, fed by this wondrous pussy I fucked.

My hips pumped away, ramming my girl-dick into her again and again. My tits heaved and bounced before me. The bed creaked as I fucked her hard. I pounded her, building that ache at the tip of my girl-dick. That wondrous explosion that would erupt out of me.

"Oh, yes, Mommy has an amazing futa-girl!" she moaned, rocking back into me. "That's it. Mmm, just work that futa-dick in and out of Mommy's pussy. Churn Mommy up!"

"I am!" I groaned, the heat rippling through me. It was this wondrous pleasure. This amazing heat that had me gasping and groaning. I plowed hard and fast into her. I pumped my clit-dick in and out of her juicy twat. "Oh, yes, Mommy, take my girl-dick. Love it!"

"I am loving it!" she groaned, her pussy clenching around my cock. "You're going to make Mommy cum again!"

I squeezed her tits, wanting to give her that bliss so much. My slippery hands slid down her sticky tits to grab her nipples. I pinched and twisted them. She gasped, her fiery hair dancing as her pussy clamped down on my thrusting dick.

The friction grew faster and faster. The pressure of her hot snatch holding me built me towards that explosion. My juices ran down my thighs. My heart screamed in my chest. I whimpered and moaned. My tits jiggled. The slap of our flesh echoed through the bedroom.

"Fuck me, Rebecca!" moaned my mother. "Mmm, I have such a sexy futa for a niece! Yes, yes! Plow into me!"

I groaned, listening to my mother loving her step-niece. It was so kinky. I twisted Mrs. Albertson's nipples, making the MILF gasp. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter about my dick. My own cunt was molten, pouring juices down my thighs.

"Oh, Aunt Janice, yes!" my half-sister moaned. "You want my cum spurting into you!"

"So badly!" she groaned.

"I do, too!" gasped Mrs. Albertson. She threw a look over her shoulder at me. Her green eyes sparkled. "Please, please, dump your cum into me."

"Yes!" I moaned, thrusting harder, faster, my orgasm built and built in me.

My bedroom door creaked open. I gasped as Jen appeared there. My girlfriend was naked, her large tits jiggling before her as she slipped in. Her blue eyes sparkled as she watched me fuck my step-mother hard.

The sight of Jen licking her lips set me off. I was so glad the girl I loved was here. My heart thudded with excitement. I rammed my futa-dick forward hard. I buried into Mrs. Albertson's hot, juicy twat.

Hot cum spurted from my dick.

"Yes, cum in Mommy's twat!" Mrs. Albertson moaned.

"Mommy!" gasped Jen. "Oh, that's hot!"

"It is!" I moaned as my dick spurted blast after blast of cum into Mrs. Albertson's cunt. It was this naughty treat. It had me gasping, moaning. There was this delicious treat firing out of me.

My tits bounced and heaved. Little stars danced before my eyes as the rapture surged out of me. Blasts of euphoria erupted from my cock and waves of bliss gushed from my cunt. The twin delights met in my mind, swamping my brain.

Mrs. Albertson's pussy writhed around me. She milked me as she joined me in ecstasy. My cum boiled into her as darkness washed across my vision. I felt drunk, swaying. This delicious treat surged through me.

"Oh, wow, yes!" I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. "Oh, Mommy, take my cum!"

"You're firing so much into Mommy's pussy!" she moaned, her head thrown back.

"Yes, you are!" Jen moaned and lunged at me. She seized me, pressing her naked tits into my side. My girlfriend's lips descended to mine. "Happy birthday, Lola!"

She kissed me hard as my step-mother's cunt milked my cock dry. That pussy writhed about me, working out ever drop. The sexy MILF moaned and panted while my tongue dueled with Jen's. I clutched her to me, feeling her trimmed bush, soaked by her virginal juices, rubbing on my thigh.

I broke the kiss, panting, "This is an incredible birthday gift! Thank you, Jen! Thank you, Mommy!"

"Mmm, it was my pleasure, Lola," Mrs. Albertson panted. "Trust me."

"We're not done yet!" said my girlfriend. "We can lick her clean together. Then you can fuck me up the ass!"

I grinned at Jen. I loved her so much.

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July 22nd, 2037

"I think I knew right then and there I was going to marry her," I told Adelia Tash, clasping my wife's hand.

"You two definitely had a kinky relationship," Adelia said, the beautiful, caramel-skinned woman said. "Well, I suppose that's to be expected when you're one of Becky Woodward's daughters."

"Oh, yes," Bethany said, my half-sister nodding.

"It was a wild birthday party," said Danielle.

Adelia Tash turned to her. "So, Danielle, what were you up to while they were swapping mothers?"

Danielle smiled. "I put together a naughty party game!"

To be continued…

Tales of the World's First Futa's Daughters–Futa's First Naughty Birthday Chapter Two: Danielle's Naughty Birthday Game

Tales of the World's First Futa's Daughters

Futa's First Naughty Birthday

Chapter Two: Danielle's Naughty Birthday Game

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Hermaphrodites/Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Titty Fuck, Double Penetration, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Cuckold, Hot Wife

Description: Danielle, Becky's daughter, is celebrating her birthday with her half-sisters and paying one naughty game!

July 22nd, 2037 – Danielle Carter

"A naughty party game?" Adelia Tash asked, the caramel-skinned talk show host leaning towards me. I sat closest to her on my loveseat, my half-sister Bethany beside me with Leah on the other side of her. On the opposite side of Adelia was another love seat on which set my other three half-sisters. Christina, Rebecca, and Lola sat there along with Lola's new wife, Jen.

"Oh, it was naughty," I said.

"Danielle doesn't know any other kind of gain," Bethany said, a bright smile on her face. "Though I think it was was unfair."

"It's not my fault you decided to go fuck Georgia," I said, shrugging.

The six of us were among the oldest of the second generation of futas. Becky Woodward, the world's first futa, had bred our mothers first before she expanded to the others. Even better, the six of us, lead by Lola and Rebecca, had orchestrated our mother's presidential campaign. She was busy shaping the world into a paradise for us futas thanks to us.

Not bad for a group of nineteen-year-old, horny futas.

Since it was our collective birthday, Adelia Tash had us on to interview us on her successful daytime talk show. She had huge numbers of views, easily seven million watching her livestreams around the world, with her archives racking up tens of millions more views. It was an honor to be on her show.

Somehow, the conversation had come around to our eighteenth birthday last year.

"That's not why your game was unfair, and you know it," Bethany said. She had similar look to all my sister, traces of our futa-mom found in all our faces. But our female mothers all stamped their own look on us. I had sandy-blonde hair I inherited from my mother, Dona, while Bethany's mother, Melany, gave her a more golden hue. Rebecca was a redhead, Christina brunette with glasses, while Leah had strawberry-blonde locks.

"Why was her game unfair?" asked Adelia, giving me a curious look.

I grinned. "Well, we didn't know it at the time, but…"

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July 22nd, 2036

"Hey, Leah," I said, giving my half-sister a grin. She was staring up at the ceiling, listening to Lola and Rebecca getting their birthday gifts from their mothers. The busty Mrs. Albertson and the equally top-heavy Janice had swapped daughters.

"Oh, I wish our mothers had done that," Leah said. She shivered. "Your mom's hot."

"Well, don't worry," I said, snagging her arm. Her strawberry-blonde hair danced about her shoulders. "I have a fun game for us to play. Lola and Rebecca are out. But you can be in."

"Fun game?" she asked. A naughty glint gleamed in Leah's blue eyes. "Does it involve the P word."

"It's my favorite word," I said, my girl-dick throbbing hard in my shorts.

I glanced around the living room. We were at Rebecca and Lola's house. Their mothers were lovers (their family was super complicated and gave me a headache trying to think about it) so they lived together. It was what let them hatch up their naughty plan to get our futa-mom elected president this year. There were plenty of girls from school, seniors who'd just graduated like us. Plus a few parents. My mom, Dona, was chatting with Tiffany and Chris, Christina's mother and step-father.

"Hey, Christina," I said, spotting my nerdy half-sister reading a book in the corner. "Want to play a game with us."

She looked up, her brown hair falling in curls about her face. "Game?"

"It's naughty!" Leah said.

Christina frowned. "No thanks."

"But it involves pussy," I said, arching my eyebrow.

"No thank you, Danielle," she said, a bit firmer.

I shook my head. "You turned eighteen today, Christina." She was the youngest of us, with Lola the oldest by a few days. "Eighteen. It's time to enjoy being an adult. You have a hard cock and the girls here want to play."

"Yeah, we do!" shouted Linda, a blonde from our school.

"Ooh, yes, I so want to try a futa-cock!" moaned Karli. "I've only done anal. I've kept my cherry for one of you futas."

She meant for our mother, a lot of girls tired, hoping to be bred their first time by the amazing Becky Woodward. I didn't mind being her fall back. I loved screwing girls at our school. I got as much pussy as I could.

"You can play," Christina said, closing her book. She rose and slipped out of the room.

I rolled my eyes. I loved her, I did, but she could be so prudish. I don't know how we both came from our futa-mom's ovaries. Her mother wasn't prudish. She loved futa-cocks. I'd seen her eyeing me all party.

"What's this game," asked Mrs. Baker, my math teacher. I had no idea how she got an invite, but I was glad the busty MILF was here. Sometimes, I had the feeling she wanted to teach me something other than trigonometry for the last year.

"Oh, it's hot," I said. "But where's Bethany. I know she'll be in."

"Closet," said Karli. "Can't you hear them."

I moved over there. The music was playing loud, the new single from Heather Delight playing. My head nodded to the beat. I reached the closet, and I could hear it now. That faint gasp of a girl writhing in pleasure.

I wrenched into open. Bethany had that naughty slut Georgia pinned against the wall, fucking her hard from behind. My golden-hair sister was naked, her large breasts heaving as she pumped away at Georgia's cunt.

"Oh, hey, Danielle," she moaned. "Did you want a poke at her? I'm almost done."

"Oh, say you do!" Georgia moaned, the black-haired girl throwing a smoky look over her shoulder at me. "I would love to go again on your dick."

"We're playing a game," I said, my futa-cock growing hard in my panties at the sight. I could just see Bethany's thick cock plunging into Georgia's juicy cunt. "You in."

"I just need to finish up and… Yes!" Bethany moaned, her strokes growing faster.

"I'd stop now," I advised.

"No, no, I'm there!" Bethany moaned. "Yes!"

"Oh, god, you're cumming in me!"

A loud whoop rose through the room as a cheering group of eighteen-year-old girls celebrated the futa-orgasm. I grinned as Bethany's back arched, her ass clenching as she pumped her futa-jizz into Georgia's hot cunt.

"Damn," Leah groaned. "That's making me hard."

"I'll take care of you," Karli moaned. "I got a cherry pussy for you."

"No, no," I said. "There'll be plenty of time for that in the game."

Bethany's moans echoed over the cheers and whoops. Her body shuddered. Georgia whimpered, her face twisted in orgasmic rapture. Her back arched, clearly loving behind filled to the hilt in futa-cum.

"Oh, damn, that was good," Bethany said. She pulled her cock out of Georgia's cunt. A flood of cum spilled down the black-haired girl's thighs. "So, what's this game?"

"It's a contest to see which of us can produce the most amount of cum in an hour," I said. I reached into my pocket and pulled out four blue pills. "I have the Viagra. We pick our girls, have fun, and when we cum in them, they have to let our jizz dribble out of them into a container. Whoever has the most, wins."

"Oh, no fair," Bethany said. "I just spilled into Georgia's cunt."

"I tried to stop you," I said, shrugging. "You in?"

"Of course!" Bethany grinned. Out of the six of us, she was the only one that had a libido as strong as mine. We seemed closest to our futa-mom in that regard.

Bethany snatched up the pill and swallowed it. I turned to Leah. She grinned and took one for herself. She tried to swallow it then coughed and darted for the kitchen. I shrugged and popped the pill in my mouth.

It was large, but I was good at swallowing things. It was a skill I mastered as a child. I really hated eating my greens. I got good enough to just swallow them whole, no chewing, no having to have those nasty things in my mouth.

It paid off in swallowing pills now that I was an adult.

Leah came back, a glass of water in hand. She was sipping it while the girls around us were all giggling, excited. It was clear that word of the party game had spread and they were interested in playing.

I got out my supplies and pocketed Christina's Viagra pill. I spotted her outside reading. I shook my head. It was her party, too, but she'd rather be in a book. I wanted to yank her in her and make her have fun, but maybe she was happy out there.

I came back into the living room with the kitchen timer and three large measuring cups, the type that could hold four cups of water at a time. Each one was labeled with pieces of masking tape upon which I wrote our names.

"Someone was prepared," Bethany said, still naked. The Viagra must be working because her glistening futa-dick was growing hard again.

"Planning a presidential campaign is teaching me a lot about organization," I said as I set down each measuring cup on the coffee table, mine in the middle. "Let's get naked!"

A flurry of clothing flew off. I meant just for Lean and me to strip, but the watching girls were eager to join the fun. A sea of bouncing titties appeared around me. I groaned, almost dizzy from the variety of youthful breasts. Small, firm mounds to big, bouncing boobies crowded the living room as the girls stripped off jeans and skirts. Most of the girls were shaved, but a few had bushes.

All were wet and dripping.

I peeled off my top, exposing my round breasts, my sandy-blonde locks spilling around my shoulders. Then I wiggled out of my skirt, my futa-dick tenting my purple panties. They were cut for us futas, allowing us to have sexy underwear without strangling our big cocks.

"Ooh, you are hung, Danielle," moaned Georgia. She stared at me, still naked. A thick dribble of my sister's futa-cum ran down Georgia's thighs.

"Thanks," I said, stroking my cock.

"Though Leah's got a pretty cock," Georgia said.

"So pretty," moaned Megan, a black-haired friend of hers. She had a dreamy look as she stared at Leah.

"Okay," I said, grabbing the kitchen timer. I twisted the knot to an hour. Released it. "Begin!"

I had just set it down when Georgia pounced on me. The minx had a hungry look in her eyes as she pressed me down to the floor, her round tits heaving. Her black hair swayed about her face as she stared down at me, her eyes glistening.

"Two futas in a day!" she moaned. "But I'm going to get you all!"

"Good luck," I said. "There's a lot of us!"

Georgia had a huge look of delight on her lips, nodding her head. "I want to concert to the Futa Cult just to worship your mother. She must be a goddess for birthing you and Bethany."

"Maybe," I groaned. Science couldn't explain where our futa-mom came from.

"Oh, Leah, yes," Megan moaned. "Ooh, fuck me!"

I grinned then groaned as Georgia's sloppy cunt engulfed my dick. A naughty thrill went through me. My sister had enjoyed this pussy before me. Now it was my turn. That hot cunt sank to the hilt around me. Georgia's back arched, her round tits heaving before me.

She rose up me, her cunt gripping my dick, making me ache and throb. I felt so hard. Maybe it was the Viagra doing its thing, or maybe it was just the horde of girls around me, all naked and moaning, cheering us on.

"Go, Bethany, go!" shouted one faction.

"Fuck that slut, Leah!" moaned another.

"Cum in Georgia's snatch, Danielle!" my fans moaned, watching Georgia ride up and down them.

"What, Georgia?" I heard Bethany moan. "No fair, she's got my cum in her pussy! That's cheating!"

"Oh, damn, she's right!" I moaned, my dick feeling amazing in that sloppy cunt.

"Mmm, better switch holes than," moaned Georgia.

She rose off my cock with a wet plop. I shuddered as I came free. She seized my dick, her hips shifting forward, and guided me between her butt-cheeks. With a great deal of skill, she lined me up with her asshole and impaled herself down my shaft.

I groaned as her rectum engulfed my futa-dick. That tight sphincter spread over my spongy, pussy-lubed crown in a moment. My pussy clenched as I sank into the tight heaven of her asshole. My back arched as more and more of her bowels engulfed my dick. Pleasure spilled through me. This incredible bliss.

I couldn't believe I was enjoying this.

"Damn!" I groaned, getting my first taste of anal. No wonder Lola was buggering Jen all the time. This was amazing.

"Oooh, you are the biggest cock I've ever had back there!" moaned Georgia, her bowels squeezing around my dick. "Love it!"

"Ride me!" I moaned, staring at her pussy gaping open, Bethany's cum leaking out of her, staining her juicy labia. "Fuck that dick up and down my cock."

"Oh, yes," moaned Georgia.

Her bowels squeezed around my dick as she slid up me. I groaned, my heart racing. My head tossed from side to side as she climbed up and up my futa-dick. My toes curled. I let out a groan of bliss, savoring her velvety asshole massaging my dick.

She swiveled her hips, her tits bouncing, and stirred my cock around in her asshole. It was an incredible bliss. Than she impaled herself down me. I groaned as she speared herself to the hilt on my dick. The pleasure screamed through me. My eyes squeezed shut. I groaned, my heart pounding away. A dizzy burst of bliss shot through me.

It was incredible.

"Oh, yes, work that ass up and down my cock!" I groaned. "Get all the cum out of me!"

"Uh-huh!" she moaned.

"Ride Danielle's cock!" cheered a fan.

"Make her explode!"

"Faster, Georgia, faster!"

"Go Danielle, go!"

"Go, Bethany, go!"

CLAP! CLAP!

"Go, Bethany, go!"

CLAP! CLAP!

"Oh, Megan, your pussy!" moaned Leah.

"Cum in her, Leah!" her fans cheered.

"Spill all that yummy jizz in her!"

"Oh, yes!" groaned Megan.

The sounds echoed around me, making this game so much more exciting. I saw my mom with Tiffany, both clapping and cheering us on. I shuddered as Chris was filming the game on his phone, recording this moment forever.

I bet he would jerk off to it. He loved futas.

"Work that cunt on my dick!" moaned Bethany. "Oh, yes, yes, that's good! That's good pussy! I'm going to cum! I'm going to win despite you cheating, Danielle!"

"You didn't have to fuck Georgia!" I moaned.

"I'm glad she did!" moaned Georgia, her tits heaving as she rode me. "Ooh, your cock feels amazing in my asshole. Just the best."

I grunted, nodding my head. I knew what she meant. It was incredible to feel this delicious asshole sliding up and down my girl-dick. That wonderful heat that danced around me. My heart pounded in my chest. My passion swelled inside of me.

I was coming closer and closer to erupting. To spurting that hot jizz into her bowels. I couldn't wait for the titanic explosion. To erupt from me. I could fill a huge load brimming in my ovaries. I would splatter her bowels with so much jizz.

I grunted and groaned as she rode me. She worked her hot bowels up and down my asshole faster and faster. The friction was incredible. It was this hot rush drawing me closer and closer to that amazing eruption, my ovaries brimming with my spunk.

"Danielle!" Georgia whimpered, her fingers pulling on her nipples. "Oh, Danielle, that's hot. Oh, I love it! I'm going to cum so hard on your dick!"

"Good!" I groaned. "Milk my dick! I'm going to flood your asshole with so much cum!"

"Yes!" she groaned, her face twisting with passion as she slammed her asshole down my bowels.

"Oh, yes, Megan!" Leah groaned. "Ooh, yes, take it! Take my cum!"

"Go, Leah, go!" cheered her fans, drowning out Bethany's chanting at the other end of the living room.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" Megan howled. "Is that it! Is that all your cum in me!"

"Uh-huh!" Leah rolled off Megan.

The black-haired girl bounced to her feet, her hand shoved between her thighs. I watched her snag up Leah's measuring cup and rip her hand clear. She groaned, cum spilling out of her pussy and landing in the cup. My sister's pearly spunk flowed out of her. I groaned.

"Damn, that's hot!" whimpered Georgia, looking, too.

Her asshole writhed about my dick. I gasped as her juices squirted across my belly, bathing me in her hot cream. She impaled her convulsing bowels all the way down my dick, her velvety flesh sucking on them.

My attention wrenched from Megan filling the measuring cup to my dick. The very tip swelled, the pressure reaching a fever point. I groaned, my cunt clenching. My toes curled. Then my futa-cum fired out of me.

A huge eruption of spunk spayed from my cock. I groaned, stars bursting across my eyes. I whimpered as the heat rippled out of me. My cunt spasmed and convulsed as the futa-jizz pumped out of my ovaries into Georgia's sweet asshole.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" moaned Georgia. "Oh, that's good. Your cum… Oh, wow, your firing so much cum into me! Damn, that's a lot!"

"Uh-huh," I moaned, my heart racing.

My futa-cum spurted hot and fast into her. That delicious treat rushed out of my dick. Stars burst across my eyes. I whimpered, my head tossing back to and fro as the heat pumped out of me. Another huge load of my cum.

I let out a groan as my last blast of my spunk spurted into her bowels. I panted, shuddering on the ground. My eyes fluttered. The pleasure retreated out of me. Georgia whimpered as she squirmed. Then she wrenched her asshole off my dick.

"Here you are," a familiar voice purred, older, more mature than the girls cheering around me. "Pour all that cum into this."

"Yes!" I moaned, opening my eyes to see Mrs. Baker naked, her large tits swaying. They were so soft, her dark-red nipples thrusting like fat erasers from her wide areolas. She held the measuring cup out.

Georgia squatted over it. My pearly cum flowed out of her asshole, forming a puddle in the cup. I grinned as so much poured into it. The girls around me cheered my name, breasts heaving in delight while my futa-cock…

My futa-cock stayed hard. It throbbed and ached. The Viagra worked.

"Who's next!" I asked as Mrs. Baker set down the measuring cup. It was a quarter full.

"Me, of course," my math teacher purred. The married woman licked her lips, her brassy hair falling loose about her face. She'd unpinned her bun, and it was so sexy to see it swaying about her shoulders.

"Yes!" I gasped in delight.

"Oh, damn, yes," groaned Bethany. "I still have cum in my ovaries! Take it!"

I smiled, glad Bethany managed to get off, but her problems were her own fault for sneaking off with Georgia. Leah was already on her next girl, flesh slapping flesh in the distance as Mrs. Baker pushed me down on the couch. She knelt before me.

"Going to lick my pussy first?" I asked as she hefted her big boobs.

"Nope," she said and then wrapped her big tits around my dick fresh from Georgia's asshole.

I trembled in delight at the feel of those silky mounds around my futa-cock.

"Mmm, let's just buff your dick clean, then you can slide it into my pussy," she moaned, working those soft, lush, pillowy mounds up and down my dick.

"Oh, hell, yeah!" I moaned in delight, my girl-dick throbbing.

It was my first titty fuck. I had a huge grin on my face as my sexy teacher slid those soft mounds up and down my dick. She buffed my dick clean while smiling up at me, her brassy hair swaying around her face as she worked.

My pussy clenched, drinking in the delight of her big tits caressing my futa-dick. She pumped them up and down, squeezing them tight around me. I groaned every time she engulfed the tip of my cock. I smiled as she slid down my shaft, my crown popping out, glistening with precum.

"Go, Mrs. Rita, go!" cheered my fans.

"Yes, yes, Bethany, pick me!"

"No, no, you want to be in my cunt, Bethany!"

"I have a better cunt than Izzy's! Pick me! Please!"

"Sorry, girls," a familiar voice said. "It's my pussy she wants."

"Oh, Ms. Carter," Bethany moaned.

"Mom?" I gasped, spotting my female mother stepping naked before Bethany. My half-sister was on the seat, staring with lust at my mom. "What, no, you can't fuck her!"

"Oh, why not?" she asked as she straddled Bethany, her brown hair falling about her face. She was in her late thirties but still had a great body. She didn't look as wild as she did when she was my age—she didn't have a nose ring any longer—but she was still sexy.

"Because you're my mom!" I moaned. "I'm trying to enjoy a titty fuck here."

"Enjoy it," she purred. "I'm just going to enjoy your sister's cock. Mmm, she's not my daughter. I can fuck her as much as I want."

"Yes!" Bethany hissed, shooting me a look of triumph. "Your Mom's going to milk so much cum out of me. I'm going to win."

I would have stuck my tongue out at her, but a different tongue swept across the tip of my girl-dick. My gaze shot down to Mrs. Baker working those lush tits up and down my cock. Her tongue flicked against the crown when my shaft emerged from between her soft tits.

"Mmm, still a little sour," she said, her eyes flicking up to me. "Needs a bit more cleaning."

"Oh, yes, buff my dick clean!" I moaned, my pussy drinking in the sensation. I wasn't going to let my dumb mom and stupid Bethany ruin my first titty fuck.

"So clean!" she moaned, a naughty smile on her lips.

What a wicked teacher.

She pumped those tits faster and faster, squeezing them around my dick. My toes curled and flexed as the pleasure spilled through me. It was such a delicious treat to enjoy. A wondrous caress stroking up and down my girl-dick. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering as the heat built and built around my ovaries.

My juices flowed, leaking out of me and staining the couch. I'd hoped Mrs. Albertson had her furniture scotch guard because I was going to squirt a lot of juices when I came. I whimpered, my big tits heaving, Mr. Albertson watching as he stood with Chris and Tiffany, the grandfatherly man grinning.

I winked back at him. I didn't mind guys watching. Maybe a few of the nubile, barely legal girls at the party would give him a ride.

"On, Mrs. Baker, yes!" I moaned. "I wished we studied this in school."

"You were my student than," she moaned. "Now your eighteen and graduated. I can do whatever I want to you."

"Yes you can!" I whimpered.

"Go, Danielle, go!" whooped my supporters.

"Ride Bethany faster, Ms. Carter!"

"Ooh, Leah, fuck Hannah's cunt hard! Churn her up!"

"Make Danielle cum with those big boobies, Mrs. Baker!"

"I'm so wet! I want to go next, Leah! Fuck me next!"

"Bethany! Bethany! Bethany!"

"Cum, Danielle!"

I was getting closer. Then Mrs. Baker's tongue danced around the crown of my cock again. I groaned as her tits slid up, engulfing the tip of my dick. That wonderful ache filled me. My eyes rolled back in my head. Then she slid her boobs back down.

This time her lips engulfed my dick's tip. She sucked.

My futa-cock spasmed in her mouth. My pussy clenched. A rush of heat shot up my shaft as she nursed my shaft's tip, her tits squeezing around my girth. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. My toes curled and flexed as the naughty teacher sucked my cock.

Then her mouth popped off. "Ooh, almost there. Barely any sour flavor left."

"Yes, yes, yes!" I gasped, trembling, on the verge of erupting.

She worked those tits up and down my dick faster. She polished them, her mature face flushed. She was so sexy. Her soft tits massaged my girl-cock. My pussy released more juices. They flooded out of me. I was coming closer and closer to that explosion. To firing my cream all over the place. My head lolled back. The heat built and built in me.

I bit my lip. My cunt clenched and relaxed. I groaned, my back arching. Her tongue flicked against the crown of my dick again. The teasing flutter sent a wave of heat down my cock to my pussy. My eyes squeezed shut.

"Cum, Danielle, cum!" a group of girls chanted. It came from the other side of the room. "Cum, Danielle, cum!"

"Yes!" I whimpered.

"Cum, Danielle, cum!"

"Cum, Danielle, cum!"

I was getting there. I just had to explode. My eyes fluttered around the room. The cheering girls were all around Bethany, my mom riding my blonde sister. Those shining faces grinned at me, their naked, youthful titties bouncing as they shuddered in delight.

"Cum, Danielle, cum!"

I wanted to, but…

It hit me like a lightning bolt. I was about to make a huge mistake.

"Mrs. Baker!" I gasped, on the verge of erupting. "I need your pussy on my cock! I'm about to explode."

"Cum, Danielle, cum!"

"Oh, no," my teacher moaned in realization. She ripped her tits free and rose. The girls cheering were no booing.

If I had erupted, my cum would have drenched my body and Mrs. Baker's. It would have been impossible for me to get all my jizz into the measuring cup. Bethany's fans were playing dirty. They knew I had the advantage.

My teacher's hot cunt slammed down my dick. I groaned as she sank to the hilt in me. Her wonderful, delicious pussy gripped me. She held me tight as she engulfed every inch of my girl-dick. I whimpered, my eyes rolling back in my head.

My dick erupted.

"Mrs. Baker!" I howled as my cum fired into her pussy.

Blast after blast of my jizz spurted into her. Her eyes widened. She trembled atop me, her pussy squeezing hot as my cum filled her. My ovaries contorted inside of me, forcing out all that spunk to flood out of me and fill Mrs. Baker's pussy.

The MILF moaned. She kissed me hard, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. Her tits pressed against my own round tits. I clutched her tight to me, trembling as her nipples caressed mine. Our tongues dueled as the bliss shot through me.

Her pussy rippled about my cock. An orgasm shot through the MILF. She groaned into the kiss. A surge of pride shot through me. It so turned her on to give me a titty fuck that she came on my girl-cock.

I was a futa-nympho!

"Danielle!" my fans cheered. "Flood her cunt, Danielle!"

"Fill her with all that yummy jizz!"

"I wish I could lick it out of you, Mrs. Baker!"

"Maybe next time," my teacher moaned as she shuddered on me, her lips breaking way from mine. "Someone, grab the cup."

"I have it, Mrs. Baker," Georgia said. "Just returning the favor."

I smiled as my teacher slid off my futa-dick. There was a wet plop. Georgia was fast, thrusting my measuring cup between the teacher's thighs and pressing the glass rim to her pussy. Almost immediately, a flood of my cum poured out. I grinned at the sight, the thick, pearly proof of my futa-prowess brimming in there.

"Oh, yes, Ms. Carter!" Bethany howled in the background. "I'm giving you so much jizz."

"Mmm, yes you are," my mom purred. "Someone grab the cup. We can't let any of Bethany's seed go to waste."

"You could be on my team, Mom!" I groaned.

"Sorry, Danielle, but I can't play favorites today."

"Hey, Danielle," Karli said. She was pressed against the wall nearby and shaking her ebony rump at me. She had a bubbly ass, jiggling and delicious. "Care to slide into my pussy?" Her pink inner folds peeked out as she shoved her ass back at me. Her shaved vulva glistened with her passion.

"Yes!" I moaned and bounded to my feet.

I plunged into Karli, my pale crotch slapping into her dark rump. She felt incredible. Tight and silky in all the right places. My tits heaved and bounced as I fucked her. She worked her hips, wiggling them back and forth as I plowed into her.

She had a great cunt to plunge into. Which was good. I was taking a while to build to my third orgasm.

My dick was hard, but my ovaries needed a little recovery. I wasn't my futa-mom. But that didn't stop me from enjoying myself. I pressed my round tits into her dark back and squeezed her small, firm breasts. My crotch smacked into her soft ass over and over.

"Oh, yes, yes, fuck me!" she moaned. "Oh, that's it! I love it!" she howled the first time she came.

It was hot pumping my girl-dick through her spasming delight. But it wasn't enough. I pinched her nipples and kept thrusting, sliding through her pussy as her orgasm died down. Her juices soaked my thighs and filled the air with her tangy scent.

It was on her second orgasm that it happened. I don't know how long I was fucking her, but the ache was finally building, my ovaries recovering. I groaned, slamming into her hard and fast. She was in heaven from the sounds she made.

"Fuck my cunt! I'm going to cum again! Oh, yes, yes, just ram that girl-dick into me!"

I did.

She came.

Her pussy convulsed even harder around my dick. Her silky flesh writhed about me. It was incredible. I felt her sucking hunger pulling at me, drawing me towards that explosive release. I buried into her.

Erupted.

My cum spurted over and over into her. Powerful blasts of jizz shot through me. It was such a delight. I groaned. I held her tight, squeezing her tits as my orgasm slammed through me. It was fast and hot, over fast.

"Oh, damn, yes," I groaned as her pussy milked me dry, my fans cheering me on.

I pulled out of Karli, panting from the intensity of my orgasm. Georgia was already shoving the measuring cup in, gathering more of my futa-cum. It was filling my cup up. I surveyed the room when I saw something naughty.

Tiffany was riding Bethany.

A second wind shot through me. My ovaries ached as I watched Christina's mom worked her pussy up and down Bethany's girl-dick. The brunette MILF moaned while her husband filmed her, stroking his dick with his off-hand. He looked so excited, like a boy instead of a man in his late thirties.

"Ooh, I've missed fucking a futa-dick!" moaned Tiffany. "A real cock's in me again, Chris!"

"Yes, yes, fuck her!" whimpered Chris. "Shame you have to let her cum dribble out. I would love sloppy seconds."

They were kinky.

Then an idea occurred to me. There was still ten minutes on the kitchen timer. I could cement my lead and have a wild time. I knew I would have an easy time cumming. It would just be so hot sharing Christina's mom with Bethany.

I darted past Leah fucking Mrs. Baker from behind, the MILF bent over the couch, her tits swaying. Mr. Albertson had that cutie Megan bouncing on his dick. She flashed me a grin as she rode the older man. I winked back as I headed for Christina's mom.

Tiffany was in great shape, her tits firm and bouncing. Her back sleek. Her ass looked delicious. It drew me on, my dick throbbing and aching to slip on into her bowels and make her howl.

"What do you want?" Bethany moaned as I stepped up behind her. "I'm fucking here."

"Just joining the fun," I said, my clit-dick dripping with pussy juices. "You don't mind if I slip in your asshole, do you, Tiffany?"

"Oh, no, not at all!" moaned Tiffany. "Two futa-dicks sounds like a dream come true."

"Yes, yes, fuck my wife's asshole!" groaned Chris, stroking his cock faster.

"Just don't mix up the samples!" moaned Bethany as I lined up my dick.

I pressed my cock against Tiffany's asshole. I groaned and slammed into that delicious sphincter, buggering Christina's mom. It was such a sweet delight, my second anal sheath of the night. And she was tight.

Virgin tight.

"Oh, damn, yes!" groaned Tiffany. "It's been years since I've seen your mother! Since I had a dick that big in my asshole!"

"Ooh, you got so tight!" my half-sister moaned. "You stuffed her ass full, didn't you, Danielle!"

"Uh-huh," I groaned as I rammed my girl-dick to the hilt in Tiffany. Then I drew back.

Tiffany's brown hair danced about her shoulders as she worked her hips between us. She knew how to fuck two cocks. The recliner Bethany sat on creaked and groaned. The springs rasped as she let out a whimper of delight.

My crotch smacked into her rump while the pleasure of ass-fucking her surged through me. It was treat. It had my dick aching and throbbing as I reamed her over and over. I buried to the hilt in her. I sodomized her with powerful strokes.

All while her husband watched.

"I'm fucking your wife's asshole!" I gasped. "She's panting like a bitch for me and my sister!"

"She is!" Bethany moaned.

"There cocks are amazing, Chris!" Tiffany gasped. "Oh, yes, fuck my married asshole and pussy! Two futa-dicks!"

Her bowels squeezed around my dick as I plunged into her, increasing the velvety friction. I moaned, rubbing my tits into her back, hugging her tight as I drilled into her bowels. Bethany moaned on the other side, enjoying the MILF's married snatch.

We fucked Tiffany. She bounced between us. Every stroke into her bowels brought me closer and closer to exploding. To erupting my cum into her and winning this contest. I groaned, pumping away hard. It was so hot.

"Danielle!"

"Bethany!"

"Danielle!"

"Bethany!"

Our supporters shouted back and forth. Their passion echoed around us. I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing and aching. I pumped away hard and fast. I buried my dick to the hilt in her asshole. I reamed her hard, fast, the pleasure surging through me.

My ovaries brimmed with another load of cum. I couldn't believe I had more. The Viagra kept my dick hard as I hammered froward. My breasts jiggled against her back, loving the feel of her silky skin caressing me as she shuddered.

"Oh, yes, yes, that's it!" she moaned. "I'm going to cum!"

"Oh, yes, honey, cum on their dicks!" panted Chris.

"That's so naughty!" Georgia said. To my shock, she fell before the guy and sucked his dick into her mouth.

"Shit!" he groaned.

"Don't cum yet, honey!" moaned Tiffany. "I'm almost there and… Yes!"

The MILF's married asshole writhed about my girl-dick. That wonderful delight spasmed around me. I shuddered, slamming hard into her while Bethany gasped and moaned. My sister's face twisted in bliss. I stared at her over Tiffany's shoulder.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" she moaned.

"Cum!" both our fans chanted. "Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!"

I moaned and rammed forward into Tiffany. I buried into her convulsing asshole. That wonderful, massaging flesh had my dick throbbing and aching. My cum fired out of me. Pleasure slammed through my mind as I grunted through my orgasm.

"They're both cumming in me!" the MILF moaned. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!

Bethany and I flooded Christina's mom with our jizz. We pumped her full of spunk. My ovaries emptied them while Bethany grunted and gasped. My sister and I shared this MILF, using each of our holes.

"Honey!" Chris moaned, joining us in orgasms.

The crowd cheered. Then the timer buzzed in the background. I panted and moaned, my entire body trembling from the pleasure. I ripped out of her as Karli sauntered over, a big grin on her face, her eyes still glassy. She held my measuring cup.

The cum flooded out of Tiffany's asshole, dribbling into the cup. It rose higher and higher, nearly filling it up. I beamed in triumph. I had fired so much cum into her. I trembled as I sank down on the couch while my mom came up with Bethany's cup.

"Is that it?" I asked, blinking in shock. She had barely filled hers a quarter of the way with cum. Then I glanced at Leah holding her cup and catching the cum flooding out of our teacher. It had crossed over the quarter mark, but not by much.

"Mmm, here we go," Tiffany said, rising up. A small dribble of cum poured out, over in a flash. "That's about the amount of one of my husband's load."

"My fifth cum in an hour," panted Bethany. "Lucky anything came out."

"Well, it's clear I won," I said as Mom set Bethany's measuring cup by mine and Leah's. "Leah's second place by a smidge."

"That's no fair!" Bethany complained as she stared at the measuring cups. "You cum ten times more than us, Danielle! That's cheating"

"I guess I do," I said, shocked by the difference between my measuring cups and my half-sisters. If they combined theirs, I'd still win. "Huh, you don't gush buckets of jizz like our futa-mom?"

"No, were not freaks," Bethany said, her cheeks red. She glared at me. "You knew!"

I grinned at my sister and winked at her. "It was an honest mistake."

Leah giggled as Bethany threw up her arms and marched away. She paused, grabbing my mom. "Want to have more fun."

"With my mom?" I groaned. "Again?"

Bethany winked at me and then headed upstairs. "I'm still hard from the Viagra. I might not be firing much jizz, but I can still make your mother howl her head off."

"Sorry, honey," my mom called, giving me a big smile. "Just helping out your sister."

"I'll help distract you," Georgia said.

"Oh, no, let me," moaned Megan. "I want to feel your gallons of cum firing into my pussy."

"No, no, you can fire into my asshole!" panted Linda, her blonde hair spilling about her face.

"Some of the girls want to lick me clean," Mrs. Baker purred, a hungry glint in her eyes.

Girls swarmed me and, well, Bethany could enjoy my mom. I would just have to take care of all our friends. I wanted to see if I could rival my futa-mom. It would be difficult, but I was up to the challenge.

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July 22nd, 2037

"Turns out, I orgasm with the same volume of cum as our mother," I said. "I didn't know I was different from my sisters until them."

"Yeah, she 'didn't' know," Bethany said as she sat beside me, her fingers making air quotes. "I think she did. She set up that game so she would win."

"It wasn't like there was a prize," I said. "It was just for fun."

"It seems only a few of us get the extra cum," said Christina. "Georgina definitely has that trait."

Adelia nodded her head, as mile crossing her lush lips. "Oh, yes, I have watched every porno your half-sister's made. She's very… prolific."

"Yeah, she is," I said. I'd never met Georgina, our sister who was the first futa to get into porn. There were a few others by now, and I was sure as more and more of my thousands of half-sisters turned eighteen, they'd join the fun.

"So, did you rival your mother, Danielle?" Adelia asked.

"Came close," I said. "But then the Viagra wore off and my dick was so sore. However, I left them all satiated and dripping in my cum."

The studio audience clapped at that. I beamed at them, proud of my sexual prowess. I wasn't our futa-mom, but I came close.

"So, all yours sisters were having fun," Adelia said, turning over to stare at Christina.

"So much fun," Rebecca said, a big smile on her lips.

Lola nodded her head and shared a giggle with her wife. My sister-in-law, Jen, had a wicked gleam in her blue eyes.

"But what were you doing, Christina?" Adelia arched an eyebrow. "Just reading a book."

"Well…" Christina said, her cheeks blushing.

My eyes widened. "Wait, what, you were actually doing something naughty out there?"

Christina's cheeks only went redder. "I… was."

"Well, Christina, the entire world's waiting to find out," Adelia said.

I nodded my head along with my other sisters. We all stared at Christina eager to find out.

To be continued…

Tales of the World's First Futa's Daughters–Futa's First Naughty Birthday Chapter Three: Christina's Naughty Birthday Gift

Tales of the World's First Futa's Daughters

Futa's First Naughty Birthday

Chapter Three: Christina's Naughty Birthday Gift

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Virgin, Bondage, Spanking, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism

Description: The futa Christina loses her virginity the right way on her 18th birthday!

July 22nd, 2037 – Christina Franks

Everyone was staring at me.

I felt the cameras on me, my cheeks growing redder and redder. I didn't like being in the spotlight. I preferred being back at my office in the White House, analyzing situations and reporting them to my mother, the president of the United States. It was what I was good at. Not talking to people. Why did I agree to do this interview?

Leah pressed me to do it. My half-sister, squirming between Lola and Rebecca on the other seat, had arranged this. She was our futa-mom's press secretary. She dealt with the media. It was her idea for the six of us, the futa-daughters who arranged our mother's political campaign, to appear on Adelia Tash's successful afternoon talk show.

The caramel-skinned host was one of those staring at me.

Bethany patted my thigh. She was sitting between myself and Danielle on this couch. The cameras were pointed at me. This was being live-streamed to the world. Everyone was watching me. My heart pounded faster.

"I was reading a book… at first," I said, not wanting to reveal the intimate and private things I did at our shared eighteenth-birthday party last year. While Rebecca and Lola were swapping their female mothers and losing their virginities, and Danielle was playing her naughty game with Bethany and Leah, I was experiencing something amazing.

"Yes, but what happened while we were having fun?" Danielle asked, sticking her head out past Bethany to stare at me. Danielle's sandy-blonde hair swayed as she grinned at me. She looked similar to me and yet different. Our futa-mother, Becky, had stamped her look on all of us in some ways. "Come on, spill it."

"Fine," I sighed, pushing up my glasses. "Philippa came out and—"

"I don't remember Philippa even being there," Bethany interrupted.

"I invited her," Lola said, her hand clenching her new wife's hand. "But I didn't think she'd show up. She's so quiet, and she's always practicing ballet."

"Yeah, I didn't think she did anything else," said Rebecca, her flaming hair dancing around her face.

"Oh, she does," I said, my face burning. My clit-dick throbbed in my panties, growing hard for the first time. My pussy was soaking wet right now. "So she came up to me and we started talking…"

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July 22nd, 2036

I savored the feel of real paper beneath my skin. Real books were getting rarer, but they were just so lovely. They had a weight to them. A substance. All those words meant something when they were printed out on something solid. The scent filled my nose, mixing with the sweet delight coming from the nearby honeysuckles growing up a trellis in Lola and Rebecca's backyard.

Inside, everyone was cheering and shouting. It sounded like Danielle's contest was beginning. It was such a vulgar thing. I was sure my mother loved it. She was, by her own words, a futa-slut. She was so glad my half-sisters were turning eighteen. She was eager to cuckold my step-father, my namesake Chris, with futas again since she rarely got to see my futa-mother, Becky.

My step-father didn't mind. He seemed to find it hot to share his wife with a futa.

My inclinations went in other directions. I didn't like sharing.

I pushed up my glasses and then turned the page. I was reading a favorite of mine: Jane Austin, Northanger Abby. It would be so wonderful to live in Victorian times. To wear those elegant dresses, all those layer of petticoats. A more genteel time. Not that vulgarity going on in public. I identified greatly with Catherine Morland. She, too, wouldn't have approved of wild orgies breaking out at a birthday party.

I would have to accustom myself to that sort of behavior. I knew these sort of orgies would happen. Our futa-mother would crave them. Bethany and Danielle would set them up. My other half-sisters would join in the fun.

But not today. I wanted to enjoy my birthday my way.

The sun kissed my face. A gentle breeze caressed my skirt. A sweet perfume filled my nose. I had a good book on my lap.

I turned the next page, my heart beating faster and faster as I read the—

A shadow fell over the pages. I frowned and looked up to find Philippa Sanderson standing over me. She was a slender girl in a proper dress and not tight jeans and a crop top. It was a sundress, light and airy, the skirt swirling about her lithe legs in the gentle breeze. It was yellow and adorned with white humming birds, little absences of color, negative space adorning her gown. Her black hair fell loose about her face, an errant strand fluttering against her cheek. She was petite, like me, graceful.

"You're all alone, Christina," she said, her voice melodic. "Not joining the… festivities inside?"

I shrugged.

"But it's your birthday," Philippa said. "You shouldn't be back here."

"I'm happy being alone," I said. "I'm not like my mothers or sisters."

"Oh, should I go?" Philippa asked, shifting. Her hands played together before her as she squirmed. There was an anxious catch to her tone.

"No, no, stay," I said. There was something… appealing about her. The way she acted. Demure. I closed my book. "Sit."

She sat down beside me at once, adjusting her skirt. She wore sandals, her toenails painted a soft shade of pink. Her legs were pale, calves toned from ballet. She had a light, sweet scent behind her, not a perfume, but maybe a body spray or her soap.

A tingle started in my pussy, a certain idea crystallizing in my mind. She sat with such alacrity.

"It's nice here, isn't it?" I asked her.

She nodded her head. "The breeze feels great."

"And the honeysuckles smell delicious, don't they?" I asked.

She glanced at the trellis and inhaled deeply. A smile crossed her pink, glossy lips. She nodded her head, her black hair swaying. "They are. I see why you're here."

She scooted just a little closer to me, glancing down at my book. "Oh, Jane Austin, I love her. We read her in English last year, and everyone hated it. All the girls were complaining there were no futas doing any screwing. So were the guys."

"Philistines," I said, voice tight. "You had Mrs. Oberon for English."

Philippa nodded. She scooted just a smidge closer. Her sweet scent was starting to overpower the perfume of the flowers. My heart raced, pumping hot blood through my virgin body. My clit-dick swelled harder in my panties, pressing up against my book.

"You're not like the other futas," said Philippa. "You're not as…"

"Horny?" I asked.

She blushed. "Well, I didn't want to put it so coarse. Not as… exuberant."

I smiled at that. "No, no, I don't feel the need to slide into every pretty, little thing that drops her panties before me."

Philippa squirmed. "I hope you don't think…" She swallowed. "I mean…"

"Things need to be done properly, don't you agree?" I asked her, my dick throbbing against my book. My pussy was heating up, my juices flowing.

"Properly?"

"You know, in the right way. I think that's important." I glanced over my shoulder, sighing as the cheering inside grew louder. "I imagine I'll have to do those sort of things for the campaign."

"Your mother's presidential campaign?" asked Philippa. "Are you six really doing it?"

"We are." I gave her a curious look. "Has Bethany been asking you to be an intern?"

Philippa's cheeks were a beautiful hue of scarlet. "She promised I could… lose my virginity to your futa-mother."

"And?" I asked, suddenly breathless for her answer.

"It didn't feel like the proper way to do things," she said. She licked her glossy lips. "I want to do things the right way. My first time has to be… special."

My heart raced in my chest. "And what do you think would make your first time special?"

Her hand brushed mine resting atop my book. Her fingers were hot, like silk. Her stroking touch sent a shiver through me. My futa-dick pulsed and throbbed. I licked my lips, my heart screaming in my chest.

"I… I think that depends on whom I choose," she said. "How they… think it should be. It's the partner, right, that sets the mood for the girl? That's how things are properly done."

"Do you want to give me your first time?" I asked, my heart squeezing in my chest.

Philippa nodded, her hands squeezing my mind. "What's the right way… for me?"

"Us," I said. I swallowed. This was happening. My fantasies were coming to life. But I had to know she was the right one. "You are a virgin, yes? You have an intact hymen despite ballet?"

"Yes," she said. "I am lucky. Most girls break theirs, but mine never did."

"Prove it."

She blinked her dark eyes.

"Prove that you're a virgin," I said, my voice commanding. "Strip."

"Here?" she gasped, glancing at the wall.

"They're all busy inside," I said. "They won't likely see you. But if you want this done right, if you want to lose our virginity the proper way—my way—then strip. I have to see if you're the one. I have to know I'm giving myself to the right girl and not making a mistake."

She swallowed. A shiver ran through her body. Then she stood. Her sundress rustled behind her. She trembled. It was such a beautiful thing to behold. Her eyes were wide, her face flushed scarlet, her little breasts rising and falling beneath her bodice. She reached behind her, fumbling, her forehead furrowed.

A zipper rasped.

I licked my lips as Philippa's dress grew looser about her. The eighteen-year-old girl had such a blush rosying her cheeks as she slipped her left shoulder and then her right out of the dress, exposing the straps of not just a bra beneath. She wore a cream satin slip.

"That's so beautiful," I groaned as her sundress came down, revealing the slip that fell down to her upper thigh. It clung to her body. "How many girls our age wears slips?"

"None," she said, stroking the cloth over her belly. "It just feels…"

"Right?"

She nodded her head.

My heart exploded in excitement. My pussy was on fire while my futa-dick throbbed in my panties. "Continue," I moaned. "Keep stripping. Show me you're a virgin."

Let her be telling the truth.

She grew even more demure as she drew up her slip, slowly exposing more and more creamy thigh until she revealed those innocent, white, schoolgirl panties, a dark stain centered on her crotch. I groaned, staring at them as she pulled her strip higher. I hardly noticed her smooth belly, entranced by her panties.

Then her bra appeared cupping her small breasts. It was a delicate bra, with a strips of ruffled lace crossing her cups. All pristine white. I groaned as her black hair spilled around her shoulders as she finished removing her slip.

"Gorgeous," I groaned, loving how beautiful her bra was.

Her cheeks were flaming. "I'm glad… you approve, Christina."

My tongue wetted my lips. "I do. Now the bra. Show me your breasts. I want to see how perfect they are."

She nodded her head and reached behind her. My heart clenched as I held my breath, trembling in anticipation. With another shy shrug, she worked her straps off her shoulders. She held her cups to her tits, hiding her breasts as long as she could as she one by one slipped her arms out of the straps.

Then, taking a deep breath, she whipped her bra away and exposed them.

Small, perky breasts topped by puffy nipples. Pink and suckable. Her areolas were swollen with her excitement. I shuddered, my clit-dick throbbing in my panties, begging to be unleashed as she shivered there, her arms twitching like she wanted to cover herself.

Didn't.

"The panties," I croaked, almost losing control. I needed to be in charge. "Remove the panties."

"Yes, Christina," she said, so submissive, so obedient. Her thumbs hooked her waistband. Her eyes squeezed shut.

Philippa shoved her panties down her thighs. She rolled them off, her body shaking. Her firm, little tits jiggling. She bent over, black hair curtaining her blushing face. I whimpered, catching just a glimpse of her trimmed bush, her pressed tight thighs hiding her. She stepped out of her dainty panties.

Rose.

Juices soaked her bush. Her dark hairs were matted by her excitement. I groaned, my heart thundering in my chest. It was all I could do not to pounce on her. I ached to press her down and thrust my futa-cock into her cunt.

This had to be done right.

"Turn around," I said. "Let me see your ass."

"Yes, Christina," she moaned and obeyed.

She turned with all the grace of a ballerina, pivoting on the ball of her right foot. Her toned legs flexed. Her ass was tight, shapely, almost like a heart. I licked my lips, just seeing her black bush beneath.

"Spread your legs apart," I ordered. "Further. Further. Yes, just like that."

I groaned at her Now I could see her bush, her ass tensed more, her legs flexed. She was limber. I breathed in, smelling a new scent. Spicy. Her pussy. It was intoxicating. The urge to feast on her like a starving beggar at the queen's banquet table seized me.

I fought it back. I ruled my body.

"Bend over," I moaned, "and spread your pussy lips apart. Show me that virginity."

"Yes, Christina," she squeaked, her voice tremulous.

Philippa bent over, her pussy almost thrusting at me as she shifted. It was right at my eye level, her slit tight even with her legs spread wide. Her hands reached between her thighs. She slid fingers through her black bush. Her fingers pulled her labia open, revealing her inner pinkness, glistening and juicy.

And there, guarding the entrance to her pussy, was that delicate membrane. Her hymen. She was a maiden. My dick throbbed in celebration. I bounced to my feet, hands clenching my Jane Austin novel. I fought my perverse desires.

This would be done right.

"Follow," I said and marched around her, my skirt swirling about my thighs.

We left the vulgar sounds of my half-sister's naughty game behind as we crossed the lawn. She followed after me, her feet whisking through the grass. I could feel her excitement quivering through the air, a mix of predatory fear and wanton lust. I led her to the shed, hoping that Mr. Albertson would have what I needed in there.

Mr. Albertson would have it. I was sure of it. He seemed the type of man who took pride in his yard. His house. He would have the tools I was looking for to make this special. I reached the wooden shed and opened it.

"This is simple," I said. "If you ever feel like I'm going to far, that you're too scared to continue, say red light and I'll stop. If you love it, say green light. If you need me to slow down, yellow light. Understand?"

"I… don't. What are those?"

"Safe words," I said as I stepped into the shed. It had a musty scent mixed with the sharp tang of oil. It was orderly. Light filtered through holes in the wooden walls and gaps of the planks. My gaze slid around it, searching for just the thing.

A bright coil of orange robe. Not good hemp, but serviceable. I had studied this for years. Ever since I first came across bondage and BDSM. It had captured my imagination. I liked to picture the girls of Jane Austin being slowly stripped and tied up, their nudity revealed before they were loved.

My dick was so hard.

I glanced up and smiled at the rafters. It was perfect.

"What is the rope for?" asked Philippa as I took it down.

"To tie you up," I said as I uncoiled it. "Now arms before you and wrists together."

I studied her. She swallowed then thrust her arms forward. A pulse twitched in her swan neck. There was a glassiness to her eyes, her lust consuming her while fear trembled through her body. She rubbed her thighs together.

"No red light?" I asked, bringing the rope to her wrists.

"Green light," she said. "For you, Christina."

I shuddered and wrapped the rope about her wrist. I did three full wrappings around her, the cords rubbing against her and her flesh. She shuddered, a little wince crossing her face as the rough fibers abraded her gentle skin. Next I shoved the rope between her wrists, looping it around the three bands squeezing them tighter about her before I threw the rope over the rafter.

I pulled hard.

She gasped as her arms were yanked up into the air, fingers twitching, firm breasts jiggling. She quivered as I pulled tighter, stretching her arms taut. I stared at her armpits, freshly shaved. Her sweet body spray and spicy pussy musk filled the air, driving back the dusty scent of the shed.

"Look at you," I said, my dick throbbing. "Just so beautiful."

"Thank you, Christina," she moaned, her voice a sweet dulcet that made my heart ache.

I shuddered and then anchored the rope to a heavy, metal shelf, tying the knot with expert skill, the rope taut, her arms yanked up in the air. She shifted on her feet, almost on her tiptoes. I loved it. Her legs quivered, her breasts jiggled.

"Yes, you are just gorgeous," I said, walking around her, reveling in the sight of her. That peachy ass tensed, her supple back trembling. I ran a finger up her spine.

She whimpered.

"I'm going to have so much fun with you, Philippa," I moaned. "Did you think this would happen?"

She shook her head, black hair dancing.

"But you wanted it, didn't you?" I purred as I came around to stand before her.

She nodded her head. "I wanted you, Christina."

I shivered, my fingers flying to the front of my blouse. Philippa's dark eyes latched onto my digits as I worked my top open. Button by button, exposing my chest, the straps of my bra, my small breasts cupped in the sky-blue satin. My nipples were so hard.

I shrugged out of my blouse as she licked her pink lips. Her hips wiggled, her pussy juices trickling down her thighs. The rope creaked as she shifted her stance, watching as I unbuttoned my skirt then unzipped it.

It fell to my feet, my panties bulging with my futa-dick. They matched my bra, the same soft blue. She whimpered, her eyes locked on my cock. It twitched with my heartbeat, begging to be released to love her.

"Please, Christina!" she moaned. "I want to see you naked, too."

"How many times have you masturbated to that?" I asked, standing there in my underwear.

"Many times!" she moaned. "I hump my pillows all the time thinking about you."

I shivered, picturing this cutie grinding her pussy on her pillow, her firm tits jiggling. Her nipples were just so pink and puffy. She would look so wild with her black hair swaying about her shoulders. I would love to hear her gasp and moan.

"You will show me tonight," I said, looking at her hard. "I want to watch this."

"Of course, Christina," she said, her voice breathless.

The way she said Christina… It was so submissive. It was full of her need to obey. It wasn't the way anyone else said it. I could almost hear another word in its place. Mistress. But if she called my Christina, no one would know I was her futa-domme.

My clit-dick throbbed in my panties.

Her eyes were locked at my crotch. She licked her lips. My cock twitched again. A wet sport formed at the top of my satin panties, my precum bleeding through. I shuddered, aching to get out of my panties. Though they were cut to accommodate a futa's big dick and still look sexy, they were tight with me at a full erection.

"Do you want to see me naked?" I asked.

"How else can you take my virginity, Christina?" she asked.

"Lots of ways," I said. "I could use my fingers. A dildo. I could grab a stick and shove it up your cunt until you howled out in rapture." I cupped her face, lifting her gaze to my eyes. "You didn't answer my question. You've had your eyes locked onto my crotch this entire time. You are panting like a filthy slut in heat, your pussy juices trickling down your thighs. You're on fire. You're dirty cunt wants my cock in it so badly. You want to see my dick, don't you? Because you're a wanton whore, aren't you?"

"Yes!" she whimpered.

"Yes, what?" I demanded.

"Yes, I'm a wanton whore, Christina," she moaned, trembling. "For you. I've wanted to see your girl-cock so many times. I've pictured it while masturbating. Imagined it thrusting from your crotch."

I sneered, shaking my head. "Why should I show you my cock?"

"It would make me so happy, Christina."

"I'm supposed to care about what a filthy slut like you wants?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. My breasts rising and falling in my bra.

"You think things should be done right," Philippa whimpered. "Like a girl losing her virginity. It shouldn't be done with fingers or a dildo or a stick, but from a cock! Your cock, Christina!"

She was right.

"Convincing," I said, reaching behind me to unhook my bra. I gave her a hungry grin, her eyes falling on my breasts. I whipped off my bra, freeing my small tits.

They weren't much bigger than hers, maybe an inch plumper. They jiggled before me for a moment, my nipples thrusting pink from atop them. She let out a whimpering moan, the rope creaking as she shifted, her thighs whisking together. She was trying to stimulate her clit. She was so wet. So in need.

"Do you like my tits, too?" I asked, sauntering to her. "Or is it just my girl-cock that you crave?"

"Your tits! Your face! Your eyes! Your hips! Your legs! I love everything about you, Christina!" Her eyes shone with a feverish light.

I slid my arms around her neck, rubbing against her raised limbs. I pressed my body tight against hers, rubbing my bulging dick into her flat, toned stomach while our small breasts came together in firm, teenage delight. She shuddered and whimpered, her body trembling as our nipples rubbed together. Little jolts of delight shot through me.

"Oh, that's nice," she moaned. "Oh, you feel so good against me, Christina. So hot. So big. Your nipples are so hard."

I leaned in and claimed her lips.

My heart thundered as I kissed my bound submissive. She was helpless. I could do anything I wanted to her. She would let me. I could feel it quivering in the air. My tongue thrust into her mouth, dominating her, kissing her with a passion I scarcely knew I possessed.

She whimpered into my mouth. A moan rose in my own. The ropes creaked and groaned as we humped against each other. My clit-dick throbbed in my panties as I ground against her. The satin caressed my cock, sending hot thrills spilling through me. My tongue caressed hers, teasing her. She whimpered, matching my passion.

It was so much fun to enjoy. Our tongues circled each other. Teased each other. I kissed her with a hungry passion. She moaned and whimpered. Her body trembled as she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth.

Our tongues dueled each other. It was an incredible delight. I groaned into her mouth as my chest rose and fell, my breasts pressing against her firm titties. My arms tightened around her as my excitement grew and grew.

I broke the kiss. "Mmm, you are just such a morsel, wanton slut."

"Thank you, Christina," she moaned, her brown eyes glassy. They were almost like mirrors. I could lose myself in them.

I broke away from her, my tits quivering. My dick throbbing. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She moaned in delight. She groaned and whimpered, her eyes staring at them. She wanted it so badly. She wanted to see my girl-dick.

"Show me, please, Christina!" she begged. Her feet twitched towards me, bending her back as her arms swayed above her head. "Oh, yes, please, please!"

I pulled my thumbs from my waistband, aching to tease her more. I whirled around, my panties soaking up the juices flooding me. My eyes danced around the shed, looking for just the thing and…

I spotted it.

A length of green hose about two feet long lacking any metal fittings at either end. I picked it up, feeling the firm, vinyl tubing in my grip.

I spun around and grinned at her. "You need to be disciplined."

Her eyes fell on the garden hose. I whipped the end into my palm, the sting shooting up my arm. I grinned at her, the cracking sound echoing through the shed. Her eyes shot back up to me, wide with animal panic.

"But… what did I do wrong, Christina?" she asked.

"Do you need to do anything wrong for me to discipline you?" I asked her.

CRACK!

I smacked it into my hand again, drinking in the stinging pain.

She trembled then said. "No, Christina. I… I…" She swallowed. "Green light."

My smile grew. "This will hurt."

She nodded her head. "Green light."

"I'm going to leave welts across your pretty body," I purred. "Your ass. Your cute rump. Your thighs. Your stomach." I paused. "Your tits."

"Green light, Christina," she said, staring at me, her tone surprisingly calm given the trembles wracking her body. Her fingers twitched as she swayed. "This must be done right, Mistress."

"Yes, it does," I said, my smile growing.

I stalked around her, my dick throbbing in my panties. I was going to whip a girl. Spank her. I had dreamed of this so many times. This was all Ann Rice's fault. If I never read that Claiming of Sleeping Beauty erotica she wrote like fifty years ago, I wouldn't have discovered the hot joys of this wicked treat.

I stared at Philippa's toned rump. That beautiful, pale, peachy ass. It was perfect. Just begging to be striped in red. My heart screamed in my chest. I drew in a deep breath, fighting against the impulses in me.

I must be in a control.

A futa-domme isn't a slave to her desires. That was what set her apart from the submissive. She yoked her passions and channeled them into the perfect moment. To deliver to a submissive—like I would deliver to my Philippa—what they craved.

The hose hissed through the air. Philippa's rump clenched.

CRACK!

The stinging impact exploded through shed. She cried out in such wordless beauty was the red blazed across her rump. I quivered, watching the skin pucker and rise. That beautiful welt formed, that mark of my passion. Of her submission.

It was beautiful.

I gazed at it, licking my lips, mesmerized by the way she hissed and moaned. She shifted, her teeth clearly clenched as she drank in the heat. Her thighs parted as her feet danced. A fresh trickle of her spicy juices ran down her pale flesh. I inhaled her aroma.

"Green light, Christina," she moaned, throwing a look over her shoulder. Liquid tears beaded in the corner of her brown eye.

The air hissed.

CRACK!

She jumped, her feet leaving the ground as she screamed in passion. Her black hair danced about her shoulders. The rope protested the movement. She swayed on her tiptoes, her ballerina grace keeping her from falling as another bright welt rose on her rump, crossing the other.

I stroked across her pale skin and crossed the first welt, feeling it rising up from her skin. She sucked in a breath. I pressed my finger into her hot flesh, my girl-dick throbbing as she whimpered at the pain.

"Green light, Christina!" she moaned.

My hand slid lower, following the curve of her rump to slid between her taint. I trembled as I felt the silky brush of her pubic hair. Then I found the wet heat of her virgin pussy. The first twat, beside my own, that I had ever touched. I caressed her slippery folds, sliding into them and finding her hymen.

"Is your pussy hotter now?" I asked.

"Yes, Christina!" she moaned, her voice throaty as I stroked through her folds, my other hand clenching the hose. "I didn't know it, but pain… Agony feels so much like pleasure. They're so closer together. They can bleed from one into the other."

"Wonderful," I moaned, pulling my fingers from her pussy, coated in her juices. I brought them to my lips and sucked on her spicy cream.

My taste buds exploded. I sucked on them, my arm cocking back. My cheeks hollowing, I whipped the hose at her back. It screamed through the air.

SMACK!

I struck diagonally down her back from her left shoulder blade to near her hip. Her entire body bucked. Her head threw back as she gasped in wondrous pain. That agony sang through the shed as it left such a bright, red streak behind on her pristine skin.

I loved it. My dick drank it in. My futa-cock throbbed in my panties as I cocked my arm again.

CRACK!

"Christina!" she howled as an X blazed across her back. Her body trembled. "Green light!"

CRACK!

I smacked the hose across the back of both her thighs, making her jump. Her moans were so sweet, so beautiful.

CRACK!

I landed it on her shoulders again, crossing both of the last two strikes, raising up puckered flesh.

CRACK!

I painted her rump with an other strip, lengthwise across both butt-cheeks.

The sounds she made was intoxicating. Her screams and gasps echoed through the shack. Her head tossed back and forth. The rope groaned as she whimpered out her passion. My pussy soaked my panties as I sauntered around her.

CRACK!

"Green light, Christina!" she howled, a stripe blazing across her toned stomach. Her body quivered.

CRACK!

A welt rose between her small tits while she shook and moaned. Pussy juices ran down her thighs. Her passion echoed through the shed, singing in my ears.

CRACK!

I smacked across the front of her thighs, my pussy melting my panties. It was so intense. Her skin was so fair, the red almost glowed against it. I was drunk on this moment.

CRACK!

"Christina!" she howled as her breast jiggled, the welt puckering just beneath her nipple. "Oh, god, Christina! The pain! It hurts so much!"

Tears spilled down her flushed cheeks. She squirmed and whimpered. Her eyes locked on to mine, bursting with passion. I shoved my free hand between her thighs, rubbing at her hot pussy, stroking her burning flesh.

I found her clit, massaging it with my thumb as I kissed her hard on the lips. Her feverish body rubbed against mine. I felt the welts raised on her tits and stomach as she ground against me. Her juices spilled over my hand.

She squealed in delight.

Philippa came.

The ropes screamed over head. The salt of her tears made our kiss sweeter as her juices poured over my fingers. I caressed her folds and rubbed at her hymen. Her spicy musk filled the air as she humped against me, moaning out her passion.

I dropped the hose. My futa-dick ached and throbbed in my panties, begging to be freed. I broke the kiss, staring into her eyes as she quivered through her orgasmic pleasure. Her glossy, brown depths begged me.

"Green light, Christina!" she moaned, voice slurred.

I flowed around her, my futa-dick about to tear out of my panties. My hand, soaked in her juices, shoved into my panties and hauled out my dick, forcing down the waistband. I stroked myself with her cream as I brought myself between her thighs, my eyes locked on her welted rump.

"Yes, yes, Christina!" she moaned. She still hadn't seen my cock, but she felt the thick tip rubbing through her soaked bush and caressed the hot folds of her cunt. "I need you in me. I'm such a wanton slut! Your slut!"

"My slave!" I moaned.

"Yes!" she howled, sounding almost like she came again.

I felt her hymen against the tip of my cock. That thin membrane between me and the heaven of my first snatch. My pussy clenched as I rammed my hips forward as hard as I could. No mercy. No going easy. I was fucking my slave. My cunt.

Her cherry tore before me. I buried to the hilt in her hot, tight, spasming twat. My crotch smacked into her rump, feeling the blazing stripes of her welts. She gasped, her pussy squeezing down around me. She shuddered against me, stirring her hips around, her pussy feeling amazing around my dick.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" she howled. "Oh, that's what I need in me. Oh, Christina, thank you! I've wanted this so much!"

"Me, too," I moaned, my hands sliding around her body. I felt the welts on her stomach. I followed one up to her breast. I squeezed her tits.

Her pussy squeezed down on my dick. She hissed in a breath and then let out a wanton moan of delight. I shuddered, drawing back my hips. My futa-cock slid out of her depths. She was so hot, almost a silken vice about my dick.

No wonder my futa-mother fucked every woman on the planet. This was an amazing treat to experience. An outstanding delight to enjoy. I thrust forward and buried to the hilt in my slave's cunt, her pussy squeezing around me.

Welcoming me.

"You're mine for as long as I want you," I moaned to Philippa.

"Yes, yes!" she moaned, sounding drunk and delirious. "I'm yours, Christina!"

I loved it. My pussy clenched as I thrust into her depths. My own drunken lust surged through me. The shack spun around us as I fucked into her once-pristine pussy. I claimed her virginity. Her love. I claimed her body with my futa-dick.

My crotch smacked into her rump, making those wonderful, delicious sounds of flesh cracking against flesh. My nipples throbbed against her back, brushing her welts as she squirmed and groaned. The rope twisted and creaked above us as she shifted.

Her hips bucked back into me. She undulated her body, dancing for me as I squeezed her titties. I pinched her nipples, loving her as my futa-dick thrust again and again into the silky heaven of her pussy.

"This is my cunt, isn't it?" I moaned, my crotch thwacking into her welted rump.

"It is, Christina!" she panted. "I love your dick in me. It's so much better than I imagined."

"I'm going to cum in you!" I moaned. I nuzzled through her black hair to find her ear. I licked her lobe. The slender girl shuddered in my arms. "I'm going to cum in your pussy, your mouth, your asshole whenever I want."

"Yes, Christina!" she moaned.

Her pussy spasmed around my dick.

I gasped, thrusting hard into her depths, realizing she was cumming on my futa-cock. I made her orgasm. I gave her that sweet pleasure. I shuddered, thrusting harder and harder into her. I pondered her snatch, stirring up her pleasure.

Every thrust into her brought me closer and closer to my eruption. And now that she was convulsing, her pleasure spilling through her, it only felt better. The ache at the tip of my futa-dick built and built. The pressure in my ovaries needed to escape.

"I keep cumming, Christina!" moaned Philippa. "I can't believe it. Your dick… Your amazing dick keeps churning me up!"

"Yes!" I groaned, burying into her over and over, that wondrous ache swelling, threatening to consume me.

I slammed to the hilt in her. I couldn't hold back any longer. My cum exploded from my futa-dick. It pumped into her convulsing cunt. Her hot flesh milked me, sucking at my ovaries, begging for more and more of my spunk to explode into her.

My pussy soaked my panties. I trembled, my snatch writhing, aching to be filled. The scent of my tangy passion rose in the air, mixing with hers. I held her tight, pinching her nipples while my passion burst from my lips.

"My naughty, wanton slave!" I gasped.

"Yes, yes, yes, Christina!" she moaned, her pussy wringing my futa-dick dry.

I held her tight, panting against her. The world swam around us as the rope creaked. Her pussy's writhing slowed around my cock. Little stars still danced before me. My mind was melted to a puddle of rapture by the twin delights that shot through me, the powerful burst from my cock and the gentler waves from my cunt.

I nibbled on her neck. I kissed her. Loved her. She groaned, the rope creaking as she swayed in my embrace. She whimpered, her voice sounding slurred, muffled. She had so many orgasms. I had whipped her.

She must be drifting through subspace, lost to the bliss a submissive received.

I pulled my futa-dick out of her. I smiled at my cum ran down her thighs, that pearly white paler even than her skin. I walked around her, my futa-dick softening before me and drooping over my panties bunched beneath. My shaft dripped with her cream.

"You are so beautiful," I said, admiring her body.

She sagged, almost hanging by the wrists now. Her breasts rose and fell. Her eyes fluttered. They looked unfocused. Distant. She had experienced so much her first time. I had to take care of her. Love her.

I slid my arm around her waist, holding her against me while my right hand undid the knots of the rope. She went limp, slumping into my arms. I grunted, holding her, staggering for a moment. I smiled, though, as I sank us to the ground.

I held her on my lap, stroking her hair as she trembled through her delight. Her eyes flitted open. A soft smile grew on her lips. She stirred, her eyes coming into focus as she stared up at me. She shifted and let out a soft sigh.

"That was incredible, Christina," she said, sitting up. Her naked rump pressed on my soft cock.

"Yes, it was," I said. "You were perfect, Philippa."

Her smile grew. "I'm glad, Christina. I wanted you to have a perfect birthday."

"Did you think it would end up this way?"

She shook her head. "But I'm glad it did. That was incredible. I had no idea I'd like that."

"It was all my fantasies come to life."

"Good," she stated. Her arms went around my neck. Her mouth drifted closer and closer to mine. "Happy birthday, Christina. I want to do this again and again. It was perfect."

"Yes, it was," I breathed and then kissed her with passion.

I held my new slave on my lap. My naughty birthday gift. It was better than I could have imagined. She was so sweet. So delicious. My slave. I couldn't wait to tie her up better. To bind her body and leave her trembling with a vibrator shoved into her cunt.

To watch her twitch.

To watch her whimper.

To love my submissive birthday gift with all my heart.

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July 22nd, 2037

My half-sisters all stared at me in shock. I felt Adelia blinking as she looked at me. The studio audience felt breathless, and I could only imagine what the world must think about me after I made that confession to them.

My cheeks burned as I said, "I like… BDSM. A lot."

"Holy shit," Danielle gasped, staring at me past Bethany.

"You're a futa-domme," gasped Leah. Her strawberry-blonde hair spilled about her flushed face.

"That's kinky," giggled Lola. She glanced at her wife.

Jen nodded.

"Well, that is quite the eighteenth birthday," Adelia said, "and beats my story on how I lost my virginity." She cleared her throat. "So let's get back to talking about running your mother's campaign. Now I understand that Bethany, you were in charge of procuring the virgins to keep your mother focused…"

As my other sisters talked about the campaign, my thoughts drifted to Philippa. I wondered how she was doing being bound in our hotel room. My half-sisters had no idea that I brought Philippa with us to New York City. I guess they might start to notice her being around now.

I smiled. That vibrator I left in her cunt must be driving her wild. Philippa would be begging for me to give her release when I got back. Maybe I would give my slave what she wanted, or maybe I would drive her even more wild with that butt plug I'd purchased.

Leah was right, I was a futa-domme and loved it. I was glad I told the world about my kinky birthday party. I shouldn't have hidden it. I shouldn't have thought it was weird. I was a futa. We were all naughty, horny things in our own unique ways.

The END of This Story of the Daughters of World's First Futa