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by Stayrr

You Knew What.

212. WFFD Futa's First Naughty Awakening

Tales of the World's First Futa's Daughters–Futa's First Naughty Awakening Chapter One: Alyessa's Hot MILF Delight

Tales of the World's First Futa's Daughters

Futa's First Naughty Awakening

Chapter One: Alyessa's Hot MILF Delight

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Virgin, Hot Wife, Cheating, Oral Sex

Description: Alyessa is ashamed of being a futa. She tries to hide what she is as she does chores for her best friend's hot mom!

Description: Alyessa's former teacher, a sexy black woman, pursues the shy futa!

Description: The futa has a hot time with three MILFs while hoping her friend doesn't discover the truth.

November 12nd, 2045 – Alyessa Howards

"We're joined today with Alyessa Howards promoting her new book, Accepting Being Futa in a Post Becky World," Adelia Tash said as I sat beside on the love seat.

I had a huge pit in my stomach as I put on what I hoped was a beaming smile. The stage lights were so hot. I was so aware of the cameras focusing on us that were streaming us across the world live. Anyone with internet access could be tuning in to watch one of the most viewed and download shows on the internet. Adelia always had the best guests, including my futa-mother, Becky Woodward.

"It's about Alyessa's struggle to come to terms being the only futa in her small town," Adelia said. "Alyessa numbers among the first wave of futa-daughters born to President Woodward." The host turned to me, a smile on her coffee-brown features. She was an elegant woman in a pale-pink dress, her lush legs crossed before her.

She had perfect teeth.

I had to speak. "Hi," I said. "Thanks for having me."

"So, what was it like?" Adelia said.

"I was scared," I said, swallowing, my thoughts drifting back. "We were a small farming community. Everyone knew everyone else. We had one church. I hid what I was. I wanted to be normal, not wild like my futa-mother. It was going fine until a month after I turned eighteen…"

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August 16th, 2036

I tucked my futa-cock against my pussy, my flaccid shaft pressing into the shaved folds of my pussy. I might be the only person who shaved her pussy to make it easier to hide her futa-cock. Taping my dick between my thighs sucked when I had pubic hair.

I learned that years ago.

I'd been tucking myself for as long as I could remember. I just wanted to be normal, not a freak thanks to my horny futa-mother. Becky Woodward was all over the news. She'd just announced her candidacy for president. Everyone was talking about her.

Again.

I didn't ask to have a clit-dick. If anyone in my town knew… My stomach roiled. I was going to college soon, where maybe it would be different, but here? Our small town in central Oregon, Jefferson, was a small farming community. There wasn't that many people here. Everyone knew everyone else's business.

My mom never told the truth. She respected that decision when I was young after she moved us back to my grandparent's house from Portland.

I grabbed the costume tape, my round breasts swayed and jiggled as I pressed the first strip over my cock, pressing it tight against my pussy folds. It was this delicious treat to enjoy. I shuddered as a little tingle ran through my two sexes.

That was bad. If I grew aroused, it was painful being tucked. Usually, I could avoid it by not ogling other girls. By pretending I liked boys. That was a lie. I wanted girls. So badly. Beautiful, lush, lovely girls. Round breasts, cute smiles, bubbly butts, and juicy…

"No, no, no, Alyessa," I told myself, my strawberry-blonde hair swaying about my face. I focused on my reflection in the mirror before me, my green eyes intent. A small blush spread on my cheeks, highlighting the freckles dusting my cheekbones.

I ripped off another piece of tape.

"You are not thinking about that right now," I told myself, my voice echoing through the bathroom. My skin was still damp from my shower. I smelled fresh and delicious, the scent of coconut wreathing about me.

I pressed the piece of tape to my cock, holding it in place. I nodded my head, keeping my thoughts from anything naughty. My nipples weren't even hard. Good sign. I took a deep breath and grabbed my panties. They weren't cut for futas, not that you could find panties like that at our local clothing store, and pulled them on. They were sea-blue, a little bit of lace around the leg holes and the waistband. They were cute, feminine panties.

A girl's panties.

I seated the panties, running my fingers around the waistband to adjust them. You couldn't tell I had a cock at all. It was safely tucked between my thighs. I nodded, my breasts jiggling. I grabbed a matching bra and slipped it on, clasping it before me then twisting it around and pulling the cups over my tits and sleeping my arms through the straps.

Humming, I darted out of the bathroom to my bedroom and grabbed a pair of shorts, also not cut for futas. I slipped into the jean shorts, wiggling my hips back and forth as I drew them up my thighs. Then I snagged a tank top. I hummed as I sat down at my desk and brushed my strawberry-blonde hair until it had a lustrous shine to it. It fell with such a delicious bounce around my face.

I applied a dusting of makeup, some tangerine-flavored lip gloss, a light amount of eye shadow and a touch of rouge to my cheeks. Just a little enhancement to my features. I looked pretty in that girl-next-door sort of way.

A little flutter ran through me, my heart beating in excitement.

"Keep calm," I said. "Nothing's going to happen. Just stay calm."

That tingle itched at the tip of my futa-dick and deep in my pussy. I felt just a tiny trickle of juices soaking my shaft. I took a deep breath, thinking about the current heartthrob, Markus Hemsworth, all my friends were gushing over. A handsome stud playing the new Iron Man.

That took care of my impending arousal.

I darted out of my bedroom, bare feet smacking on the old, hardwood floors of the house built at least a hundred years ago. Maybe longer. I hurtled down the stairs, my feet smacking loudly through the house.

"Where you off to, Alyessa?" my mom called from the living room. She was sitting before the TV, watching the daily stream of Adelia Tash's talk show. She held a glass of iced tea in her hand, a slice of lemon stuck on the rim.

"Just going to Jasmine's," I said. "We're going to hangout all day."

"Oh, sure, have fun," she said, her red hair swaying about her face. She had features similar to my own, but Mom's face wasn't as delicate as mine, a trace of my futa-mother. "Wear protection."

"I'm not going to have sex with my friend, Mom!" I hissed.

"Sure, sure," Mom said, a naughty tone to her voice. She was quite frank about her one time with my futa-mother, Becky. Mom was a coed attending Oregon State University up at Portland—I was about to attend there in two weeks—when she drove up to Seattle to seduce the world's first futa at the start of her popularity. Not only had my mom screwed Becky, she got her pussy licked clean by a girl named Dona and then was fucked by this guy named Kurt.

Shame he didn't impregnate my mother. Then I wouldn't have a dick.

"Becky didn't even know my name," Mom had once told me like that was something to be proud of.

"Unless you want to make me a grandmother," my mom added. "I bet you and Jasmine would have cute daughters."

"You are such a freak, Mom!" I hissed, not wanting to think of Jasmine pregnant. Or any girl. "I like boys!"

"Riiiiiight," Mom said, watching the TV. "Well, college will sort you out. I was awkward before all that, too. But then I discovered what I liked there."

I rolled my eyes, pulled on my sandals, and darted out of the house into the summer heat. I hurried down the street, passing other houses. I spotted my civics teacher from last year, Ms. Evans, working in her flower garden. The Black woman was wearing a tight pair of white shorts that hugged her rump. She had a wide-brimmed, straw hat shielding her face. I shivered and kept walking. I didn't want her to realize I was staring at her. My heart pounded in my chest as I just kept rushing down the street, my hands flexing and relaxing.

I had such a crush on her. She was just such a beautiful woman. She always wore these sleeveless blouses that set off her rich, coffee-brown skin. Her lips were lush. I had masturbated my girl-dick a few times thinking of such naughty thoughts about her.

I always felt so bad when I succumbed to my cock's arousal. There were times I tried just masturbating my pussy, rubbing my pussy lips, but my dick would erupt either way. And it would make such a mess, the pearly futa-jizz going everywhere.

I rushed along, my dick stirring before Ms. Evans noticed me. My pussy felt even juicier, soaking my shaft. I was getting hard, things growing uncomfortable. I took deep breaths, thinking of boys. Of Carter, my high school's quarterback. Every girl of my class panted after him, including Jasmine. She wanted to go to prom with him.

It didn't happen.

Two houses down from Ms. Evans, I reached my friend Jasmine's house. There was an old eighteen-wheeler, the type of manually driven trucks used to pull those big trailers before self-driving rigs had taken over. Jasmine's dad was a trucker still. He just there to make sure things didn't go wrong and to unload the merchandise at the destination.

"He plays a lot of games on his phone," Jasmine had told me. "He hates it, but the money's still good. He just misses driving himself."

It was so weird thinking of people driving their cars. Old movies showed it, and it looked insane.

I opened the gate of the white picket fence and darted down it, passing the blossoming wisteria filling air with the sweet scent. The lawn looked a little overgrown. Her dad was out on one of his long trips, gone for a few weeks before coming back for a while and then hitting the road again.

I darted up the wooden stairs to the porch that wrapped around the house. Boards creaked beneath my feet. I rang the doorbell. A buzzer growled as I held down the small button then died the moment I released it.

I hummed to myself, waiting. I could just walk in, but I always felt weird doing it.

The door opened and Mrs. Minx stood there. She was a busty blonde, wearing a V neck t-shirt and a pair of red shorts. She smiled at me, holding a glass of iced tea, cubes clinking. Her golden hair fell about her face, her lips lush and plump. Her blue eyes flicked up and down me.

"Alyessa!" she said, a big grin on her face. "How are you doing? It's wonderful to see you."

"Hi, Mrs. Minx," I said, breathing in her sweet perfume. The scent of roses wafted around. "Is Jasmine home?"

"Of course," Mrs. Minx said, grinning at me. "She's up in her room."

I nodded my head as she swept by. I felt my friend's mom studying me, making me shift. She was another beautiful woman. My cheeks warmed beneath her scrutiny. Why was she staring at me like that? Was there a stain on my top?

"Are you busy this afternoon?" she asked.

"I'm hanging out with Jasmine all day," I said.

Mrs. Minx cocked her head. "Her father's taking her to Eugene soon."

I blinked. "Oh, I didn't realize Mr. Minx was back."

"Yeah, last night. But he's just taking Jasmine to Eugene to buy her some clothes and hang out with her before college. Then he's back on the road for another two weeks."

"Jasmine didn't mention that," I said, my stomach sinking. "She said we were going to hangout all day."

"That girl." Mrs. Minx shook her head, blonde hair swaying about her shoulders. "She'd forget her head if it wasn't attached to her body."

I giggled. "Yes, she would."

"I'm glad you two are going to college together, because I would be worried." She clasped my shoulder. Her perfume swelled in my nose. "You're a responsible girl." Her eyes flicked up and down me. "I hear you are mowing lawns."

"For Reverend North and his wife," I said, flashes of Mrs. North bursting through my mind, her black hair falling down around that motherly face. "To make some money to buy schoolbooks and stuff."

"Well, my lawn is getting a little wild," she said. "Would you mind mowing it after Jasmine leaves? I have a c-note with your name on it."

"C… note?" I asked, frowning.

"A hundred," she said, giggling. "Guess you're a little young for that slang. Honestly, I never understood why it was called that when I was your age."

"Oh, sure," I said. "But that's too much."

She slid her hand across my shoulder to cup my face. She stroked my cheek, sending heat through me. "Oh, no, it's fine. You deserve a good reward."

Footsteps thudded down the stairs as my cock swelled harder, fighting against my tape. My pussy grew wetter, more lubricating juices soaking my shaft. I didn't need this right now. I let out a little whimper, my heart thundering in my chest.

"Hey!" Jasmine called. My best friend raced up in a pair of jeans and a belly shirt, her breasts bouncing, the fringe at the hem of her top swaying over her flat, tan belly. "You're here! The new issue of Teen Vogue just hit! I got it downloaded on my tablet!"

"Okay," I said, grinning at her. "I bet there's a pic of Markus Hemsworth in it."

"Mmm, he's as cute as his father," Mrs. Minx said. "I had such the hots for Thor when I was your age."

"Ugh, gross, Mom,"Jasmine said, grabbing my hand. "Markus is too young for you."

My friend led me away, her blonde hair sweeping about her shoulders, her hand gripping me tight. I was so glad to be away from Mrs. Minx. I was totally misunderstanding that touch. I was just a horny futa, like my mother. Mrs. Minx was married and straight.

It wasn't like I had the pheromones or anything that my futa-mother had. Women didn't go wild with lust around me.

Jasmine led me upstairs to her bedroom. It was still pink like it had been since she was seven and her Dad painted it for her. She fell on her frilly bed, lying on her belly, her tablet resting before her. She swiped the screen to turn it on.

"Look at that dress," she sighed, staring at the cover model. It was a picture of my half-sister, Nari. She was a singer growing in fame. "She's so elegant."

"Yeah," I said, lying. "It's a cute dress. I'd look great in it."

"It have to be a different color, though. Lilac doesn't look great with your hair color."

"You blondes are lucky to get to wear everything," I said, lying on my belly beside her, my legs thrust up in the air.

Jasmine swiped the screen and groaned as the picture of Markus Hemsworth in his role as the new Iron Man. He looked so buff and muscular. He had this toothy smile, his short, blond hair cut close. He had a chiseled chin. I should be attracted to him. I faked it.

"Oh, god, he's making me wet," I lied. "I would totally be his Pepper Potts."

"Is that her name?" asked Jasmine. "You are such a nerd. I just saw the movie to see him, and he was in that dumb suit too much."

I shrugged as she turned the page. She groaned at the shot of him in his swimsuit. "Look at that package. I heard he had a surgery to make himself more impressive. Like as big as Becky."

I swallowed at the mention of my futa-mother.

"Is anyone as big as her?"

My friend shrugged. "Who knows. Maybe it's just an urban legend that she's got the world's biggest cock."

I squirmed.

"Never looked up any of her pics?" asked my friend.

"No."

"I did, but they can do anything with computers." She swiped the screen again. "Ooh, here's a test to find your perfect boyfriend! Let's take it!"

"Sure," I said, grinning at my friend.

I could relax around Jasmine and just be a normal girl. We laughed and giggled, taking the quiz. My perfect guy was slender and tall with glasses, an effeminate and caring man. Jasmine's was a muscular hunk who could bench-press a cheerleader.

We gossiped. We watched dumb videos off YouTube. The time flew. Before I knew it, Jasmine was hopping to her feet as she heard her father moving around downstairs. "I got to go! Daddy's taking me to Eugene for shopping!"

For those of us in Jefferson, Eugene was great, but going to Portland would be even better.

"Get something cute for the first day of college!" I told her.

She nodded her head. "Making Daddy pay for missing my birthday."

We headed downstairs together. Mrs. Minx was talking to her husband. She smiled at me and winked as Jasmine hooked her arm around her father's and they pair bustled out. I shifted my hands, alone with the older woman.

"Well, the lawnmower is in the garage." She played with her phone, typing on it. "There, you're paid. Do you need any help with it?"

"I can figure it out," I said, my phone beeping in my pocket. Probably a notification that I got money. I never used cash, though some old folks, like my mom, still used it.

I headed to the garage and found it. I figured out how to start it after a few tries. It was a cheap model, no self-automation to it. The lawnmower roared to life, and I set out. It was hot, but I was young and I went to work, pushing the lawnmower, trimming the grass. I worked through the front yard and then headed to the back.

They had a pool back there, dug by Mr. Minx a decade ago. I was just starting around the edge when Mrs. Minx came out in her bikini. I tried not to stare at her big boobs held in her purple triangles. They swayed and bobbed. The bottoms were a dainty thing, narrow cloth in the front and almost a thong in the back. Her skin was golden brown, her blonde hair bouncing about her face.

I gripped the lawnmower tight, staring at her as it roared away. I wasn't pushing it, but those big boobs were just swaying. They were so large and soft. It was so much nicer to look at those and not at ugly boys. My futa-cock swelled harder, pulling at the tape, my pussy juices flowing. It soaked over my clit-dick.

Gorgeous. Jasmine but with big boobs and… and…

Mrs. Minx glanced at me and smile. Her mouth moved, but I couldn't hear her over the lawnmower.

Then it hit me. She saw me staring at her. My cheeks burned while my nipples throbbed. I squeezed my thighs tight about my tucked clit-dick. Hot blood pumped through my body. I swallowed and released the lawnmower's handle, the engine dying at once.

"Sorry, Mrs. Minx," I said, my ears ringing.

"I was asking if you'd spread the tanning lotion on my back," she said, holding the bottle of oil in her hand.

A nervous twist shot through me. Her skin was so beautiful. If I touched her… What if did things to her? What if I lost control? My futa-mother was wild. She just fucked any woman she wanted. She went for them, and they never said no.

What if I put the moves on my mom's friend and…? And…?

Jasmine would kill me if she found I did anything with her mom. Plus her mom was straight. Married. Mrs. Minx would freak out if I touched her. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. This wild heat surged through my body. I licked my lips, my heart pounding in my chest.

I swallowed, my hands flexing and undulating. This heat washed through me. My heart pounded as I advanced on the MILF. I licked my lips, this delight flooding through my body. Her back looked so lush. Her skin so silky.

"Well, come on, dear," Mrs. Minx said. "Don't be shy. It's not like you've never put lotion on Jasmine's back."

Well, Jasmine was different. She was my friend.

I couldn't think of any excuse to get out of this. Trembling, I advanced on Mrs. Minx, my feet feeling so heavy. They seemed to drag across the lawn. My heart beat faster and faster. These waves of heat washed out of me and spilled through me.

I reached the cement patio. I knelt on the chaise lounge behind her. The vinyl creaked beneath my knees. I took the bottle from her as she pulled her hair out of the way, exposing the sweep of her tanned shoulders.

I spilled the oil into my hands, the amber pooling in my palms. It had a lavender scent to it. I breathed it in, loving the scent. My dick throbbed harder, my pussy juices flowing as I stared at her back. I bit my lip, my body trembling. I washed my hands together and then I spread it across her back.

"Oh, wait," she said, her hand darting behind her. I gasped as she pulled on the string. It fell away, exposing all of her back. "I don't want to get any tan lines back there."

"Oh, sure," I said. That made sense.

My hands moved down the older woman's back. I was caressing her skin. The ties fell away. I could just see the profile of her right breast. The triangle was dangling over it now, loose. Her breasts swayed back and forth as she breathed, the cloth moving before it.

I couldn't take my eyes away from her breast. I could see her side-boob, that wonderful sweep of her flesh that made me just want to reach around and grasp her. I just wanted to squeeze and knead and massage it. I licked my lips, my pussy clenching. My hips wiggled back and forth, the blood pounding through my veins.

This was delicious. Incredible. I was so eager for it. I grinned at her, my fingers dribbling with oil. It was a treat. I couldn't wait to massage her. I would sweep my fingers across her flesh. I stroked her back, working the lotion into her silky skin.

My dick twitched, throbbed as I worked lower and lower, my eyes locked on that boob. She twisted to stare at me, her breast swaying. The cloth slipped for a moment, a dusky nipple peeking out for a moment.

Thick, fat, hard.

"You're blushing," said Mrs. Minx. "Is everything okay?"

"I'm…" I swallowed. "Of course. I was just thinking about a boy."

"That Markus Hemsworth?" she asked, a teasing tone to her words.

"Yeah," I said, trying not to stare at her breast as I went lower. My fingers caressed her back. I loved the touch of her skin. I wanted to massage her breasts, tease her, make her shudder.

"I bet," she said. "Getting all excited. Mmm, I remember being your age."

I breathed in deeply, her breast swaying again as she moved, her top swinging, her nipple flashing. I wanted to groan. My fingers brushed the bottom off her suit, feeling the start of her rump's swell. I dug into them and…

I ripped my hand away. "I'm all done!" I gasped, my cheeks on fire. "Anything else?"

Mrs. Minx turned on the chaise lounge, throwing her left leg over the seat so she straddled it, thighs spread wide. Her bikini bottom molded to her pussy lips. Was she shaved? I could see her plumpness. The cloth was so tight against her sex.

My heart screamed in my chest.

"Well, since your hands are oily," she said, reaching behind her neck to untie the second knot of her bikini top. It fell down to her lap, exposing her breasts.

Her tits were all golden brown. No tan lines at all.

"Could you do the front, too?" The older woman gave me an arched smile. "That would be sweet."

"Your front," I groaned, staring at those breasts. My face was no fire. My dick was fully hard. I was so uncomfortable. I shifted as I knelt on the chaise lounge. My dick pulsed and throbbed against the tape holding it against my juicy cunt. I swallowed, my cheeks burned.

I started at her shoulders, coating her tan skin in oil. This was something girls did for each other, right? I mean, just putting oil on. It wasn't sexual or anything. We were both into guys. She had no idea that I liked her boobs. That I wanted to touch them. To bury my face between them.

She was Jasmine's mom! I couldn't do that.

I rubbed my hands down her arms, coating them in the oil. She had toned muscles, not defined, but she was in great shape. I caressed her skin, rubbing my slick hands down both her arms as her breasts swayed before me. I tried to stare into her eyes and not ogle her lush titties.

"Mmm, thank you," she said as I poured more oil on my hands. "Sometimes, I just like to be babied, you know?"

"I guess," I said, my voice hoarse.

"Women deserve to be pampered every so often," she continued as I worked the oil across her upper chest. I caressed her neck, leaving her skin gleaming, then slid down to just the start of her breasts. Excess liquid ran amber down to her swelling tits, rolling over those tanned, lush mounds.

I could just slide lower, touch them, squeeze them. They were so big. The tape weakened. Peeling from my skin as my cock sough to burst free. If I wasn't wearing panties and jean shorts, my dick would break free, the tape unable to stop my erection from escaping.

It hurt, but felt great. My pussy lips were engorged, my virgin flesh trying to swallow my cock. My juices were soaking everything. I'd never been so wet in my life. Real, live tits were right here before me.

I slid my hands down her sides.

"Oh, no, you missed this spot." she said, grabbing my wrists and bringing my hands up to her breasts, pressing them against her lush, plump tits.

My eyes widened. My fingers flexed against her soft breasts. "M-Mrs. Minx?"

"Don't want these beautiful breasts to burn, do you?" Mrs. Minx purred, rubbing my oily hands across her tits.

"No," I groaned as she pressed the palms of my hands against her nipples. They were hard and fat against my skin. The feel of those nubs made my cock ache and throb. I whimpered, my dick twitching, struggling, begging to be freed.

"No, no, you've always loved my tits, Alyessa," she cooed, her blue yes bright. "Always staring at them. Ogling them. My daughter doesn't know, does she?"

"That I'm… a lesbian?" I croaked, my voice tight, raw.

"No, that you're a futa."

I gasped as she said that word. My fingers dug into her flesh.

"I've always known," Mrs. Minx purred, her hands sliding up my own, letting me squeeze and knead her tits all on their own. I couldn't help myself. I knew that she was my friend's mother. I shouldn't be doing this, but… Her breasts were just so large and plump and soft and amazing.

"I knew your mother fucked Becky, the lucky slut. And your futa-mother always breeds a woman." A shiver ran through Mrs. Minx as her hands reached my shoulders. Her head leaned in. "I've been watching you grow up, waiting for you to flaunt your futaness. To announce the world that you were like your mother, but you're scared, aren't you?"

"I… I… I'm so different," I whimpered. "I'm a freak."

"A beautiful, delicious futa-freak," Mrs. Minx cooed, her lips coming closer. Her blue eyes swam before me, her golden hair swaying about her face, rustled by the breeze. "Just succulent. Perfect."

My fingers dug into her breasts.

"You're married," I gasped.

"My husband's not here."

"But… but… Jas—"

Her lips captured mine.

I couldn't think. My brain boiled beneath the heat of her kiss. Her fingernails bit into my shoulders as she clutched me. My palms massaged her oily boobs, rubbing them in slow circles as she shuddered. Her tongue danced with mine, teasing me.. I groaned, my lips moving against hers, teasing, kissing her.

This heat billowed through me. This wonderful delight that had my heart screaming in my chest. I whimpered into her kiss. Our lips worked together. I fluttered my tongue, caressing her. Dizzying waves washed through me. My eyes squeezed shut as this heat swelled and swelled in me.

I kissed her with such passion. Our tongues danced and dueled and caressed each other. The wonderful, wicked, naughty play of our tongues shot pleasure down to my aching dick. I groaned, my dick twitching and throbbing.

My passion swelled and swelled. I fluttered my tongue through her mouth. It was such a wicked delight to experience. To taste her. This was a hot treat that made my entire body quiver and shudder in delight. I groaned into her mouth, teasing her. Our tongues dueled together, fluttering, batting, attacking each other.

I broke the kiss, panting, my heart racing. My cheeks burned with the passion surging through my veins. I felt dizzy, disoriented. I shook my head, struggling to clear my thoughts. I blinked my eyes, my chest feeling so tight all of sudden.

I licked my lips, loving the taste of hers lingering on mine. "Mrs. Minx!" I groaned. My hands squeezed into her tits. "We can't do this!"

"Oh, honey, we can," she said, her hand darting down to my shorts, reaching between my thighs to rub at my poor cock tucked between my thighs. "We have to free this beauty. You deserve pleasure."

her hand slid up as I kept massaging her oily tits. The world spun around me as my best friend's mother unfastened the button of my denim shorts. The zipper rasped as my fly opened. I groaned as she shoved her hand inside. Her fingers slid beneath the waistband of my panties.

"Ooh, you're shaved," she said as she crossed my pubic mound. "Mmm, I like that. I'm shaved, too. I like the feel of being bare."

"Makes it… easier to tape up," I moaned. "Less painful."

She winced. "Like a wax and…" She slid her hand over my cock tucked against my pussy. "Oh, honey, you shouldn't hide this."

"I want to be like everyone else," I groaned, my heart beating in my chest. "A normal girl."

"Oh, honey, no one is normal." Her tongue flicked over her plump, kissable lips. Her other hand was shoving down my shorts as she stroked her finger up and down my cock's length. "We're all different from each other. And that's good. Celebrate it. Don't be ashamed of who you are. What you want. You're a futa. There's only a few thousand of you in the world, and most are kids.

"They don't get to do naughty things like this."

I gasped as she pushed my panties down next. The frilly cloth joined my jeans bunched down at my knees. The tape ripped free of my skin. She pulled my cock free of my pussy lips. It sprang out engorged before me, thrusting at her belly, twitching, throbbing. My juicy labia were stretched around the base of my shaft. My cock grew from my pussy folds. My juices coated the shaft while two pieces of beige tape clung to it.

She tore those off then stroked my dick. The sexy MILF pumped her hands up and down my futa-cock. I groaned. Her touch was exciting. Another person was stroking me. My hands squeezed her tits, fingers digging into her flesh.

The pleasure shot through me. My virgin pussy clenched. My ovaries boiled over. With a groan, I erupted. I couldn't help myself. It was all too much: massaging her then having her hot hand caressing me. My body shook. My boobs jiggled in my top.

My cum splattered her belly, coating her smooth flesh in my pearly spunk. I gasped and groaned, each pulse firing pleasure that shot to my mind. My pussy convulsed. My sweet musk filled my nose. Stars burst across my eyes.

I trembled, my cock bouncing in her grip. My cum splattered her stomach and landed on her bikini bottom. It soaked through to her married pussy. I groaned at that, my pleasure intensifying. My toes curled in my sandals.

"Mrs. Minx!" I shrieked.

"Mmm, honey yes, you are a virgin," she purred in delight. Her hand swiped up a line of my cum dribbling across her belly. She brought it to her lips and popped the pearly spunk into her mouth. "Ooh, that's good. I like that."

"I… I… I'm so sorry for cumming on you!" Panic shot through me. I jerked my hand away. I knew girls didn't like guys who came prematurely. I wanted to bolt, but she still gripped my cock.

"It's okay," she said. "You're a little over-eager. I know just the thing, though, to get you ready."

She leaned down, licking those plump lips. I groaned as her blonde hair fell over my thighs, draping my dick. I couldn't see, but I could feel. Her mouth nuzzled against the softening tip of my cock. Her tongue flicked out across the slit.

Pleasure shot down my shaft. It was intense. My cunt clenched. I moaned, eyes widening.

"Mmm, yes, your futa-cum is just delicious," she purred. "A definite treat. Just yummy. I love it."

She engulfed the tip of my cock. She sucked on it hard. Her cheeks hollowed. My eyes rolled back in my head. She danced her tongue over it, making me shiver. My eyes fluttered as the pleasure shot down my shaft to my pussy. My head swayed. This wonderful treat washed through my body. I flexed my fingers.

"Mrs. Minx!" I gasped as she nursed on my cock. Every time she sucked my cunt squeezed shut. "Oh, Mrs. Minx, that's… that's…"

I couldn't describe the feelings. Her tongue danced around the crown of my futa-cock. My dick throbbed in her hand as she made such slurping sounds. Naughty, wanton noises. Her supple back gleamed in the sunlight. My fingers twitched. I didn't know what to do with my hands as she loved my shaft.

My futa-dick was swelling. Engorging. I was getting hard again. I wasn't like my futa-mother. I didn't have her stamina, but she was coaxing me erect again. I let out wicked moans as her head bobbed, her lips sliding up and down my half-hard cock.

Her fingers slid down my shaft to my pussy. I gasped as she stroked my juicy lips. She caressed over my folds, brushing my hymen. A dizzy heat swept through me. Mrs. Minx's touch was so naughty. The pleasure rippled up to my shaft buried in her mouth.

She moaned. Her buzzing passion caressed my dick.

"Mrs. Minx!" I gasped, my cock aching, feeling fully hard.

She sucked up my shaft until her mouth popped off my dick with a wet plop. She let out a purring moan of delight, her hips wiggling from side to side. She stared up at me with hungry eyes. A big grin spread across her face.

"Well, well, well, what a delicious treat," she purred. "You're getting your second wind. I bet young futas like you can just cum over and over again."

"I… I don't… that often," I moaned.

"You don't even masturbate this beautiful dick?" she moaned, stroking me as she rose before me, her breast heaving, nipples beading with the tanning oil. "You poor thing. Why are you denying yourself? You can't hate this wonderful cock."

"I… I…"

"Let me show you how wonderful it is," she said, stroking me with her right hand while her left reached for the knot holding her bikini bottom closed at her hip. She tugged.

I groaned as the triangle fell halfway down, exposing her shaved pudenda almost to her pussy's beginning. Her left hand reached across her stomach, undoing the other knot. The cloth dropped away. Her thick labia, covered in her glistening cream, revealed.

She was so wet. For me.

Her left hand hooked the back of my neck, sliding beneath my strawberry-blonde locks. She pulled me towards her as she leaned back on the chaise lounge. I was on top of her before I knew it, her right hand guiding my cock between her spread-open thighs.

I groaned, pressing my body into her oily flesh. The tanning lotion bled through my tank top and bra, soaking my hard nipples. Our lips met, her tongue darting into my mouth. Then my dick brushed the engorged folds of her pussy.

I gasped in delight. This heat shot through me. This wonderful delight that had me aching. I groaned into her mouth. My tongue dueled with hers. A naughty heat billowed through me. I squirmed atop her, my dick rubbing into her cunt, finding the entrance.

I pressed into that hot, juicy snatch of hers.

I moaned into her mouth as I sank into my first pussy. This was Jasmine's mom! I was sliding into a married woman's snatch. I knew her all my life. She was almost like a second mother to me, and now I was in her.

Hot, silky, amazing flesh engulfed my dick. Her juicy flesh squeezed around me. I shuddered atop her as her tongue dueled with mine. It was incredible. It was unlike masturbating. This rush shot through me.

Maybe… maybe I didn't need to feel bad about having a futa-cock.

I bottomed out in her. My breasts pressed against hers, separated only by my clothing. The oil soaked my top as I squirmed atop her. I moved my hips by instinct, stirring my cock through her juicy, married depths.

Then I drew back.

My cock slid out of her. This wondrous heat billowed through me. I groaned, my tongue dueling with her. Her flesh clung to me, squeezing around me. This silky friction created this bliss that radiated down to my cunt.

My pussy grew hotter, wetter. My ovaries were brimming with a new load of cum. A load I wanted to spurted into her married depths. With a groan, I thrust my hips forward, burying back into her wet warmth. She shuddered beneath me, groaning into my kiss.

I was making love to a woman.

My mind reeled from that thought as my hips moved. My pussy clenched every time I thrust into her. Silky friction became wondrous rapture. It flowed down my cock, melting my cunt. I reveled in her snatch, pumping away hard and fast.

My tongue swept around hers as we kissed. My blood screamed through my veins, carrying the ecstasy through my body. I felt her nipples through my clothing, my own nubs aching. The chaise lounge creaked.

Both her hands grabbed my naked rump, pulling on me. She broke the kiss, moaning, "Yes, yes! I've always wanted to enjoy a futa! Ooh, Alyessa! Your dick is amazing! It's wonderful! Oh, yes, yes!"

"So is your… your…" I shuddered, thrusting hard into her depths.

"My cunt?" she asked in a naughty breathy tone, her fingers digging into my rump. "Tell me how much you love my cunt!"

"It's amazing, Mrs, Minx!" I moaned, thrusting into her pussy. "I love being in your… your cunt!"

She shuddered beneath me and kissed me again. I thrust my tongue into her mouth as I pounded her pussy. My dick plunged in and out of her faster and faster. That wonderful, explosive ache built and built at the tip of my cock.

I groaned, coming closer and closer to that eruption. The heat swelled through my pussy. My body squirming, nipples throbbing as the rubbed against her breasts. My nose nuzzled against hers, teasing her.

"Alyessa!" she moaned. "Ooh, yes, yes, fuck my cunt! Damn, you're bigger than my husband! You're a futa! You got a pussy!"

Her right hand shot down around the curve of my rump, sliding between my thighs to cup my pussy. I gasped as she stroked my folds, teasing me as I thrust over and over into her cunt. Her fingers pressed on my hymen.

"A sexy futa with a juicy pussy!" she moaned. "Ooh, you're not a girl any longer. You're an adult. A futa-woman!"

She thrust her fingers against my hymen. I gasped, burying my cock into her juicy embrace as my maidenhead stretched and stretched. She had a wicked grin on her face, her pussy clenching around my dick.

My cherry popped.

A flash of pain shot through me and then soothing bliss followed. Her two fingers filled me. I groaned atop her, rubbing my nose into her face as she pumped her digits in and out of my cunt. She stirred me up, teased me. I whimpered, my cunt clenching about her. This delicious pleasure flowed through me.

"Oh, wow," I whimpered. "Oh, Mrs. Minx. Mmm, that's nice. Ooh, you're fingers are in me. That's so wicked."

"Uh-huh," she said, a big grin crossing her face. "You just love it, don't you?" She laughed. "Of course you do. You're a naughty, wanton, little futa-slut!"

I groaned as her fingers churned up my pussy. She teased me, made me whimper and shudder. Her pussy clenched around my dick as I thrust into her. I pumped away at her snatch harder as she worked her fingers in and out of my twat.

The dual stimulation shot through me. My pussy clenched on her fingers while my futa-dick drove over and over into her snatch. The twin delights mixed and swirled around my ovaries. They grew tighter and tighter.

A heady shake sent dizzying rapture spilling over me. I whimpered, pumping so hard, so fast. I buried to the hilt in her. I groaned, thrusting harder, faster. I grinned at her, loving the delight of her fingers teasing me.

"Mmm, you like that?" she hissed, arching an eyebrow. "Ooh, yes, you do. You just like that treat. You're pumping away at my cunt harder. Faster. Ooh, you're a naughty thing. You're going to make me cum on this big dick!"

"Yes!" I moaned, lost to this rapture. I pumped away at her with a frantic rhythm, her fingers inspiring me as they plundered my pussy's deflowered depths.

The ache swelled at the tip of my cock. The friction of her pussy brought me closer and closer to that release. I kissed her again, my tits pressing tight into her pillowy mounds. My pussy clenched about her digits as I buried into her.

Her cunt writhed about my cock.

I groaned as I felt her buck and shudder beneath me. She squealed into the kiss as her snatch sucked at my dick. I drew back through her writhing folds, my eyes widening at the increased bliss surging through me.

"Mrs. Minx?" I gasped.

"Yes, yes, I'm cumming!" the MILF howled. "I'm cumming on your big futa-dick! Oh, Alyessa, fire in me! Flood me! I want to feel a sexy futa cum in my cunt!"

I rammed to the hilt in her, her fingers burying deep into my twat. I gasped as my cum fired out of my dick. That powerful eruption shot rapture straight to my mind. My pussy convulsed around her digits while her cunt milked my cock.

"Mrs. Minx!" I cried out. "Oh, yes, yes! That's so good!"

"Spill that cum in me!" the MILF moaned. Her married pussy writhed about me, spasming with a hunger that made every eruption of my futa-jizz feel incredible.

Darkness washed across my vision. Rapture rippled out of my cunt while my euphoria pummeled my mind senseless. I collapsed on her chest, panting, groaning, shuddering in delight. I just fucked my best friend's mom.

Through the daze of pleasure, a sudden surge of panic shot through me.

"No, no, no," I groaned, my dick spurting a final blast of cum into her depths. "I shouldn't have done this. Jasmine's going to kill me!"

I struggled to get away, but Mrs. Minx held me tight. The MILF grabbed the back of my neck, kissing me, my dick buried in her pussy. I knew I should go, should flee before we did more naughty things, but her mouth was so hot.

My cock was twitching in her pussy.

I couldn't help it. I hated how much of a horny, pervy futa I was.

I felt so bad for doing this to Jasmine even as I kissed her mother. I was a terrible person. Why did I have to be born a futa? If I was normal, I never would have fucked this sexy MILF. I would never have betrayed my best friend.

Jasmine could never find out about this.

To be continued…

Tales of the World's First Futa's Daughters–Futa's First Naughty Awakening Chapter Two: Alyessa's Naughty MILF Affair

Tales of the World's First Futa's Daughters

Futa's First Naughty Awakening

Chapter Two: Alyessa's Naughty MILF Affair

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Interracial, Oral Sex, Titty Fuck, Hot Wife, Cheating, Cuckold

Description: The futa has a hot time with three MILFs while hoping her friend doesn't discover the truth.

November 12nd, 2045 – Alyessa Howards

"So you just had your first time with a MILF in your neighborhood," said Adelia Tash, the beautiful talk show host that was interviewing me about the book I wrote, Accepting Being Futa in a Post Becky World. She had such gorgeous coffee-brown skin and a lovely smile.

I saw why my futa-mother, President Becky Woodward, liked to come on this show. Adelia helped me feel relaxed and free to talk about my life.

"Yes, with Mrs. Adams," I said, lying about the name of the woman. Her real name was Mrs. Minx, my best friend's married mother, a woman I'd known my entire life. "It was passionate, incredible, and it scared me."

"Scared you?" asked Adelia, leaning closer. Her perfume filled my nose. My dick swelled hard in my panties, cut and styled to be worn by a futa and fit our extra bits. I didn't tuck my dick any longer. I was past that part of my life. "How? It sounded like you loved it."

"Well, the genie was out of the bottle," I said, wincing at using such a cliched phrase. I was supposed to be a writer now. I mean, I had my own book. It was on the New York Times Bestseller List and was number one in numerous categories on Amazon. "I had discovered how amazing my futa-cock was. It frightened me because I wanted more and…"

"And?" Adelia asked.

"Well, I don't want to spoil it for your audience," I said, glancing at the cameras streaming our interview across the world. "Let's just say, she gossiped. She told all her friends about it, including Ms. Bates and Mrs. Carson." Other fictitious names. I didn't want to reveal what some of the women in my town were up to. Jefferson was small, and several of them were married.

"Give us a taste," Adelia said, a big grin spreading across her plump lips.

I shuddered and remembered back seven years ago when I was eighteen…

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August 18th, 2036

Two days after losing my virginity to Mrs. Minx, I was sitting on Jasmine's bed. "I just have to take a quick shower," my friend said. Of course, she wasn't ready when she told me to show up. "I'll be right back."

Jasmine darted out of her room and scampered down the hallway. My friend didn't know the meaning of "quick." She would have to do her makeup. I was in for at least a twenty-minute wait. We were supposed to be shopping.

"She's such a scatterbrain, isn't she?" purred a sultry voice from the doorway.

My heart sped up. I looked up to see Mrs. Minx leaning in the doorway wearing a silky robe that clung to her busty figure. Her blonde hair spilled about a hungry, mature face. Her blue eyes twinkled. Nipples hardened against the thin cloth.

My taped up futa-dick twitched against my shaved pussy. It was the first time I'd seen the MILF since our backyard romp. She'd known I was a futa all my life. Hiding my girl-cock hadn't worked on Mrs. Minx. She wanted it. She was aching for it. She hoped I'd come onto her. When I didn't, she'd arranged her own seduction.

I could still remember the feel of her breasts beneath my hand as I rubbed tanning lotion on them. Her nipples hard against my palms, her flesh so soft beneath my clenching fingers. My pussy grew wetter, my dick throbbing against the tape.

"Mrs. Minx," I groaned as she sauntered into the room, my cheeks burning. I squirmed.

"Are you getting hard and wet?" she asked, licking her lips. Her fingers casually undid the ties holding close the royal blue robe. It opened, revealing her naked flesh. A strip that ran from between her lush mounds to her shaved pussy.

Not a tan line to be seen.

Her juices glistened on her engorged labia. A bead of her cream ran down her thighs. I groaned as my futa-dick shot to its full erection. I had it tucked lengthwise along my pussy and taped in place. It grew painful as it fought to break free, held in place by my normal pair of panties I wore beneath my skirt.

"Mrs. Minx!" I gasped as she sauntered closer, her breasts swaying, flashes of her dusky areolas peeking out. "Your daughter's in the house!"

The shower hissed on. The house was old. You could feel the water gurgling through the pipes, shuddering for a moment.

"She's busy," the MILF moaned, her robe sliding off her shoulders, her tan, lush body unveiled to me. Her wedding ring glinted on her finger. "Mmm, and you can't go shopping with a hardon. Let me take care of you. I wouldn't want Jasmine to figure out what you are."

"Mrs, Minx," I groaned, whimpering. I shouldn't be doing this. I should be running out of here, not grabbing my skirt and pulling it up my thighs. I couldn't help myself. I had a taste of the true pleasure my cock could give me. My pussy had been teased.

This naughty MILF had popped my cherry with her fingers while I pumped my cock in and out of her pussy. Right there in her backyard. Now that I knew just how amazing sex was, my body wanted more even as my heart squeezed beneath the guilt.

If Jasmine found out I was fucking her mom… That I was lying to her about what I was all these years…

I didn't want to hurt my friend. I was so aware of her just in the other room, washing her nubile body as her mother sat down on the bed beside me. Mrs. Minx leaned back, her pillowy breasts forming two jiggling mounds. Her legs parted. That exciting, sweet delight filled my nose. Her pussy juices made my dick throb.

"Just pull it out and slide it in," moaned Mrs. Minx. "I need you in me again. You're incredible. I've always dreamed of having a futa. You were better than I could imagine, Alyessa. I need more. Look at how wet I am. I don't need foreplay." She gave a wicked giggle. "After all, we're in a hurry."

I glanced at the wall. Groaned. I'm so sorry, Jasmine, whispered through my mind as I stood up and bunched my skirt around my waist.

The MILF licked her lips, staring at me as I shoved down my cream colored panties. I unveiled my cock taped to my pussy, my juices marinating my shaft. The beige costume tape holding my cock in place ripped free.

I gasped in relief as my engorged futa-dick sprang out before me. A flick of precum flew from the tip and splattered across the MILF's heavy tits. She swept up a drop and brought it to her lips, moaning in delight, her legs spreading wider.

"Come on," she moaned, squirming on her daughter's pink comforter. "Just slide into me. Make me explode on that dick."

I pounced on her, a slave to my lusts.

She grabbed my futa-dick with greedy delight. I groaned as she pulled me towards the wet folds of her pussy. The moment I felt her engorged labia caressing the tip of my cock, my hips thrust forward. I buried to the hilt in her juicy cunt's depths.

She groaned as I speared into her. Her pussy clenched around me. A wave of heat surged down my shaft to my snatch. This pounding thudded in my chest. I whimpered, my pussy clenching and relaxing as the rapture surged through me. I groaned as I buried into her, that wonderful pussy sliding along my cock.

Pleasure rippled through my body. I whimpered as I slid deeper and deeper into her cunt. My breasts swayed in my bra and blouse as I leaned over her. I stared down at the naked, married woman, joy bursting across her face.

"Yes!" she moaned, her pussy squeezing around my futa-dick as I bottomed out in her, my pussy lips rubbing against hers. Her thighs locked around my waist. "Mmm, fuck me, Alyessa! Pound me."

"Shush!" I hissed, glancing at the wall even as my cock drew back, sliding through her juicy, married depths. "Jasmine!"

"Mmm, right, right," the MILF moaned, her pussy caressing my dick. The friction turned into rapture that flowed down my shaft and into my pussy. "It's just… you're so big. So hard. Ooh, fuck me, Alyessa!"

She moaned too loudly as I rammed back into her. Her breasts jiggled as my pussy smacked into hers. A tingle ran through my labia, meeting the rush of ecstasy spilling down my cock. My heart hammered, the fear of getting cock feeding my excitement.

Jasmine could finish her shower and find us at any moment. She could walk in and see me pumping away at her mother's cunt. I thrust harder, the bedsprings creaking as Mrs. Minx shuddered beneath me, her pussy squeezing and relaxing on my dick.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me with that cock!" the MILF moaned, her hands sliding up my beneath my tank top fingernails caressing my skin. "Mmm, ram that dick into me! I've been thinking about your clit-dick since we made love!"

"Quiet!" I whimpered, my cock pumping in and out of her, that aching swell growing at the tip, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. My ovaries drank in the sensation of plunging again and again into her juicy snatch. "Please."

"I'm sorry it's just… Yes!" She shuddered, a huge smile crossing her lips. "You're incredible, Alyessa! Don't be ashamed of this cock! Love it!"

I had to muffle her. I kissed her hard on the mouth to silence her. I sealed my lips over hers and thrust my tongue into her mouth. I shuddered atop her, my hips pumping away at her as I kissed my friend's mom with passion.

The shower hissed. I heard Jasmine splashing in there as I pumped away at her mom's cunt. I buried over and over into Mrs. Minx's depths. Her pussy caressed my dick. That silky delight engulfed me again and again.

It brought me closer and closer to my eruption. I groaned as our tongues dueled. She moaned into my mouth, her thighs squeezing around my hips. She moved beneath me, working that juicy cunt around my cock.

I was going to erupt in her.

I hammered her harder, faster. I had to finish this as fast as possible. Not just because of Jasmine catching us, but because I wanted that wonderful eruption. I wanted to explode in rapture. I buried hard into her. I plunged to the hilt in the married MILF.

Her fingernails scratched at my back through my tank top. My nipples throbbed in my bra, feeling her lush tits pressing against them. I pumped hard, fast. I slammed my dick into her, the ache growing and growing while my pussy grew hotter and hotter.

Our labia slapped together.

My ovaries grew tighter and tighter.

The shower turned off.

The shower curtain rattled as Jasmine stepped out. I groaned, desperation animating my pumping. I had to cum now. I worked my cock in and out of the MILF's cunt with all the force I had. Our flesh slapped together. The bed creaked.

My ovaries brimmed with cum. It just had to erupt out in the MILF. Mrs. Minx bucked beneath me, groaning, her fingernails biting into me through my tank top. She moaned into the kiss, whimpering, her pussy squeezing around me.

Then she came.

Her cunt grew so hot. Her flesh spasmed around me.

I plunged into writhing heaven. She screamed into the kiss. I kept our lips locked as I thrust over and over into her convulsing sheath. My ovaries tightened. My pussy clenched. That ache swelled and swelled.

I exploded into Mrs. Minx as Jasmine bustled in the bathroom.

Pleasure slammed through my body. My pussy convulsed just like Mrs. Minx's did around my futa-cock. My cum fired into her depths. I shuddered as she clutched me. My nipples throbbed as my bra-clad tits rubbed against her naked breasts.

Our tongues dueled as she milked my ovaries dry. Her pussy writhed and massaged my cock. I shuddered atop her, grunting, groaning. Jolts of rapture and waves of ecstasy washed through my body. They all spilled over my mind.

It was incredible.

It was a treat.

I didn't want this to ever stop.

I loved my friend's mom for this one moment. I reached the peak of my ecstasy. My cum fired into her. It was perfect. Wonderful. I hung there, my pussy convulsing so hard. My dick spurted one last load of girl-cum into Mrs. Minx's snatch.

Then I heard Jasmine in the bathroom.

I ripped myself from Mrs. Minx, my softening cock popping out of her pussy. I groaned as I watched my cum spill out of her snatch. My spunk spread the wet spot staining her daughter's comforter. The air reeked of pussy and sex.

"Oh, my god," I moaned, panic settling in. "Oh, my god, oh, my god! She's going to know."

"Calm down," Mrs. Minx said, rising. She casually scooped up her daughter's bedding. "These need washing anyway. Just open the window and air the room out. It's getting stuffy in here."

"Right," I moaned, darting to the window and wrenching it open. Mrs. Minx bustled by, pausing to scoop up her bathrobe. Then she swept out into the hallway, humming in delight. I heard her going downstairs as a breeze rustled through the room.

The bathroom door opened.

"Ooh, I'm so ready for this," Jasmine called. "I heard that The Polka Dot Dress has got in a cute pair of jeans."

"Yeah," I moaned, spotting my panties on the floor. My dick flopping before me, I stepped into them and jerked them up my thighs. I had no fresh tape to hold my cock in place, my panties would have to do.

I shoved my soft dick up against my pussy and yanked my panties up fast. Footsteps padded down the hallway. I seated my panties and ripped my hands away, my skirt tumbling down past my hips and swaying about my legs as Jasmine entered, a big smile on her face, wearing a pair of jean shorts and a V-neck, pink blouse. Her blonde hair spilled dry around her shoulders.

"Shall we?" she asked.

"Yeah," I panted, my heart racing.

Her nose twitched. Then she frowned. "Where's my bedding?"

"Your mom… wanted to… wash them…" I panted, feeling out of breath from my exertion.

Jasmine gave me a funny look. "Were you doing… push-ups in here or something?"

"Just… trying to stay in shape," I said. "You know, cardio's important."

"Right," she said. She grabbed a bottle of body spray. "Might want to spritz up. It's a little ripe in here."

Fifteen minutes later, we were walking into The Polka Dot Dress, the only clothing store in Jefferson, the small town in Central Oregon that we lived. It was a farming community of just a few hundred. It existed as much for the truck stop off I-5 as the surrounding farms around it. The store got shipments of new clothes once a month, the owner trying hard to get fashionable items for people of all ages.

It was dominated by the girls' section.

"Oh, my god, they are cute," moaned my friend as she flew to the new rack of jeans. She pulled one off. "Look at the stitching on the back pocket. That is going to have every guy staring at our asses."

I nodded my head. I pretended I was into guys. "Yep. Come September, every guy at Oregon State's going to be drooling over our butts."

"God, yes," moaned Jasmine, holding the jeans to her chest, a dreamy look spilling over her eyes. We were both going to Oregon State up in Portland. Our summer vacation was nearly over. "Ooh, new tops!"

I smiled as I joined her. I didn't have to fake excitement for new clothes. We were tearing through the racks, looking at the blouses. They all had airy sleeves, puffy, either V neck or scoop neck. They came in a range of colors from a vibrant magenta to a soft periwinkle blue. I grabbed a scarlet one, which would set off my green eyes and go great with my strawberry-blonde hair, currently gathered in a pair of pigtails.

"Oh, I bet that would look so cute on you," said a woman's voice.

I turned around and my cheeks went scarlet. My dick throbbed and my pussy clenched. My civics teacher, Ms. Evans, stood before me. I had such a crush on the Black woman my senior year, trying hard not to drool over her. She had such large breasts, currently in a stretchy top that left her ebony arms bare.

"Oh, thanks, Ms. Evans," I said, my voice strangled. My hardening cock swelled against the gusset of my panties while fresh juices flowed.

"We're going to wear them with these jeans," said Jasmine, holding up a matching pair to the one slung over my arm.

"Oh, my, those look tight," Ms. Evans said and her eyes flicked down to my crotch. I shifted, my white tennis skirt swirling about my thighs. Her eyes were… searching. She licked her lips. "Wouldn't want that at all, would we? Might be… uncomfortable."

"Mmm, I like my jeans tight," said Jasmine. "Makes my butt look cute."

"You can get that same effect by wearing a nice skirt," said Ms. Evans. "Like what Alyessa has on."

"It's a cute skirt," Jasmine agreed, glancing at me. "But there's nothing like stretchy denim to hug your ass. Unless you're wearing yoga pants."

"Yeah," I said, blushing, unable to help but stare at the tight jeans Ms. Evans wore. They clung to her shapely legs and hips.

"Well, for some special girls, I bet they like the freedom of a skirt," said Ms. Evans. Then she turned and snagged a pleated, black skirt off the rack. "I think this would go great with your top, Alyessa."

I swallowed. There was something in her eyes. It was like she… knew.

"I hear you're doing chores, too," Ms. Evans said, sliding through the rack of tops. "I heard you took care of Mrs. Minx the other day."

I stiffened, my dick fully hard, straining against my panties.

"Yeah, she mowed the lawn for my mom," Jasmine said, browsing through another rack. "Ooh, this is cute."

"Yes," Ms. Evans said. "She told me that you were very… satisfying."

I swallowed. I coached my voice low. "You… know…"

My former teacher winked at me, my dick aching, throbbing, pulsing in my panties. I couldn't believe that Mrs. Minx would tell anyone about me. Didn't she know I wanted to keep it a secret? I wanted to be a normal girl, not a freak like my futa-mom.

Science didn't even understand how futas came to be. My biology class in my sophomore year had gone through all the major theories about how Becky evolved or mutated or was created.

Ms. Evans sauntered away, my eyes following those tight jeans she had. She had such a nice rump. She was in her early thirties, a sexy, older woman. She bent over. My dick warred against my panties while my pussy grew wetter and wetter.

Cheeks burning, I threw myself at the newest rack and started browsing, hoping my erection would go down while I fought the urge to offer my services to my former teacher. I wrenched through the hanging clothes, my heart racing.

This couldn't become my life. I couldn't succumb to such perversion.

After about a half hour, my erection was still painfully trapped in my panties, my futa-dick now thoroughly soaked in my sweet juices. I swallowed as I followed Jasmine to the three changing rooms in the back.

"Ooh, we have a great haul," my friend said before vanishing into hers with an armload of clothes.

I nodded my head. I slipped inside, eager for the freedom of it. I closed the door behind me and let out a sigh of relief. There was no distraction in here. Just me and a mirror. I hung up my new clothes and peeled off my tank top, my breasts constrained in a cream-colored bra. I unzipped my skirt and slid it down my waist when my door opened.

Ms. Evans slipped in, holding a finger to her lip, signaling me to be quiet.

I stiffened as she fell to her knees before me, my skirt falling down to my feet. My cock throbbed and twisted as this beautiful, Black woman knelt before me. I fought a whimper, so aware of Jasmine in the other room as my teacher's ebony fingers slid up my thighs towards my panties.

I wanted to cry out, to beg her to stop even as my dick ached for her to continue. My sexy former teacher tugged down my panties. Inch by inch. I whimpered as my dick flexed forward, able to swing more and more outward until it sprang before her face, almost smacking her in the chin.

A naughty grin shot across my teacher's face as her dark fingers seized my pale cock. She didn't even say a word, just engulfed my dick in her mouth. I gasped as she sucked on my cock, her lips sealed around my dick.

"Oh, my god, Alyessa, I look so cute in these jeans," Jasmine cried out in glee.

"Uh-huh," I moaned, my pussy clenching with each powerful suckle from Ms. Evans.

The Black woman's tongue ran across my dick's crown. The sweet scent of my pussy filled my nose as I trembled against the changing room wall. My teacher's head twisted from side to side as she bobbed her head.

As she gave me a blowjob.

I clenched my fists, the pleasure spilling through me. I wanted to groan out with a loud moan, but my friend was just on the other side of the wall. She was changing out of her first outfit and into the next, humming in delight while my breasts jiggled in my bra.

My dick throbbed in my teacher's mouth.

Ms. Evans sucked with hunger. She stroked the base of my cock, her hand brushing the lips of my pussy on every downstroke. Her tongue danced around the crown, caressing it. Pleasure shot through me. My cunt clenched again while I balled my hands into fists.

I clamped my jaw shut.

I wouldn't moan.

I wanted to moan.

Jasmine hummed on the other side of the thin wall oblivious to the naughty delight happening in here. Ms. Evans sucked hard, her head bobbing, working that hot mouth up and down my cock's shaft. My tip drank in the wet heat, my ovaries boiling with a load of futa-cum.

The danger pounded through my chest. I licked my lips, my heart screaming. I wanted to shout out in rapture. To release the build-up of ecstasy in me. Instead, I bottled it up. I forced it to swell faster and faster in my pussy.

My ovaries quivered.

Ms. Evan's tongue fluttered around my crown. Then she sucked hard.

I stared into her dark eyes. She was hungry for this. Her hand fisted me faster, brushing my labia. My body shuddered. I let out a little whimper, unable to contain myself as the ache reached that feverish throb at the tip of my girl-cock.

"I know," Jasmine said. "Great find on the clothing."

"Yes!" I gasped as I came.

My cum fired into Ms. Evan's hungry mouth. The teacher gulped it down. Her ebony cheeks bulged as she struggled to keep up with the powerful blasts of futa-jizz firing from my clit-dick. My pussy convulsed, the sweet musk of my pussy growing stronger and stronger.

"Oh, my god!" I moaned, stars bursting across my vision.

"You love those jeans, too, don't you?" Jasmine moaned.

"It's amazing!" I gasped, my body bucking, my cock spurting more cum into my teacher's hungry mouth.

Ms. Evan's sucked all the cum out of me. I shuddered as she swallowed the last blast. My pussy's convulsions slowed. My head swayed. I felt dizzy, out of breath. My body buzzed from the rapture of this moment.

The MILF popped her mouth off my dick and smiled at me. She winked then rose and slipped out of the stall. I swayed, dazed as I listened to my friend try on her clothing. My heart raced in my chest. I blinked.

Then I noticed something on the floor. A piece of paper covered in Ms. Evan's precise cursive. I snatched it up, blushing as I read: "I have chores for you, too. Stop by after your done shopping."

I shuddered at the sort of chores she had.

"Ooh, this skirt looks great on me," said Jasmine. "How about you, Alyessa? You finding any surprises."

"Yeah," I croaked.

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"I'm sorry, it slipped my mind that I promised Ms. Evans that I would do some yard work," I lied to Jasmine as we finished paying for our purchases.

"Oh, no biggie," she said, shrugging. "Got to have some party money for college."

"That's not it," I groaned, blushing, my cock throbbing against my juicy pussy. It was so painful to keep it tucked. "It's for books."

Jasmine shrugged. "Try not to work too hard. I'll see you later on tonight."

"Sure," I said. I won't be horny then. Ms. Evans would take care of that.

I tried not to run to Ms. Evans house. I did. But… That horny itch in my pussy, that ache at the tip of my girl-dick, compelled me. It was uncomfortable. My underwire was digging into my breasts as I ran and my poor cock wanted to be free. It throbbed, protesting being bent over. My flip-flops smacked into the bottom of my feet and my new purchases jostled in my hand, cloth handle of the reusable bags digging into my fingers.

Finally, I reached it. A ripple of trepidation washed through me. I was trying to deny what I was, not… enjoy it. But that itch begged for satisfaction. I couldn't ignore it. Not now that I knew how amazing it was.

I reached her door and rang the bell.

"Is that you, Alyessa?" Ms. Evans called, her voice a throaty purr.

"It is," I said, swallowing.

The door opened. I groaned. My teacher was naked, her ebony body as beautiful as I imagined. Her bountiful breasts swayed before her, nipples a shade of coal darker than her tits. They thrust hard from oval areolas. She had curving hips that swept down to long legs. A trimmed, wiry bush glistened with her juices. A tart aroma filled my nose.

"Mmm, I've been aching for you to show up," she said, taking my hand and pulling me inside. "Just wanting to play with that cock again. Your cum tasted delicious."

"Um… good," I said, not sure what to say. The door closed behind us. It was cool inside, the AC keeping back the summer heat. "I just… I mean…"

"I understand," Ms. Evans said, her dark fingers gripping my pale hands as she led me into her living room. "Being different is so difficult at your age. You want to fit in so desperately, but when you're one of a kind…"

"I'm not the only futa in the world," I said. "I have loads of sisters." Thousands and thousands of them that I'd never met.

"I know. But you're the only one in this town." She released me and grabbed my tank top. She ripped it up in a flash before her hands went for my skirt. "And that's scary. But I'm here for you. I support you."

"You just want to fuck me," I muttered.

"And?" she asked, tugging down my skirt, revealing my panties again. "Don't you like what I did to you? What you and Mrs. Minx did together."

My cheeks burned. "Yes," I croaked. "I… I… just tried to fight my… my impulses, and now… Now I don't think I can. I've been lying to everyone for so long, I'm scared to tell the truth."

"Do I look like I'm mad at you for lying?" she asked, tugging down my panties, freeing my cock, soaked in my pussy juices, to bounce out before her. It felt so wonderful to have my dick untucked, to let it thrust before me.

"I guess not," I said, swallowing. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, baring my round breasts. I stood as naked as she was.

"People will understand," Ms. Evans said as she stroked my cock. "They'll accept you."

But what about Jasmine? We shared everything, or at least, she'd shared everything with me. I'd lied to her every day.

"I wish it was true and… Ms. Evans!" I gasped, her tongue licking the tip of my cock.

"They will. Trust me," she purred and then pushed me back. I hit a chair and sank down on it. She crawled closer, pillowing her tits on my lap, soft and dark on my pale thighs. "And if they don't, then they weren't truly people who cared about you."

I bit my lip then groaned as she wrapped her breasts around my cock. My throbbing futa-dick was sandwiched between her pillowy breasts. I groaned as she rubbed them up and down my shaft. My pussy clenched. This wicked thrill ran through me as those ebony tits massaged my girl-cock.

She stroked up, engulfing the sensitive crown of my dick. My cock vanished between her dark breasts. Then she slid down and my swollen tip emerged. The pleasure shot down to my pussy while her nipples rubbed into my stomach.

"Ms. Evans!" I moaned. "Oh, wow."

"Mmm, I've always wanted to give a futa a titty fuck," she moaned. "When I was your age, I wish I had the courage to go meet your futa-mother. To do this to her." She pressed her tits tighter together around my breasts. She worked her boobies faster, her nipples hard against my belly. "I'm not wasting this chance with you, Alyessa. You're gorgeous. Futas are amazing."

My clit-dick felt amazing as she rubbed her tits up and down my shaft. I squirmed in the chair, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. My round, freckled breasts jiggled. I grasped them, kneading my own boobies as she loved my cock with hers. My fingers caressed them, finding my nipples. I twisted and tweaked my nubs, groaning at new delight spilling through me.

Her hands squeezed her ebony tits harder about my cock. Her nipples massaged my stomach as her breasts slid up and down my clit-dick. My pussy clenched, drinking in the sensations. I squirmed, the rough fabric of the chair rubbing on my back and rump.

"Mmm, yes, yes, Ms. Evans!" I gasped, my toes curling. "Oh, wow, that's just…" I was struggling to find the words to say.

"Wonderful?" she asked. "Do my big, soft boobs feel outstanding around your cock?"

"Uh-huh," I moaned.

"Your beautiful, wonderful, amazing cock," she moaned, working her breasts faster.

Her words made me smile. Made me feel special. My toes curled as she rubbed faster and faster up and down my cock. I squirmed from side to side, my heart thundering in my chest. This was incredible to experience. This was a wicked joy. A pure delight.

Every time her pillowy breasts engulfed my cock, I let out another groan of delight. I was coming closer and closer to erupting. To spilling my jizz across her breasts. It was a wonderful treat. An absolute delight to experience.

I moaned in delight. I shuddered as my pussy grew hotter and hotter. My head tossed back and forth, my fingers digging into my smaller breasts. My fingers found my nipples. I twisted them, tweaked them.

Shot delight down to my cock.

"Ms. Evans!" I gasped. "I'm going to erupt."

"Good," she moaned. "Mmm, that's what I want. I want you to shower my tits with your jizz."

"I'll do it!" I moaned, my toes curling. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. "Just fire all over those big breasts."

"Coat them in your cum!" she moaned, pressing harder.

The ache swelled at the tip of my dick. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. A wet spot formed beneath my rump as I squirmed. I bit my lower lip. This was all happening so fast. I couldn't believe it. I wanted to explode. To erupt with such power. I would bathe her face in spunk. It would be such an incredible rush.

I whimpered, my pussy clenching. My body shook as my ovaries grew tighter and tighter. I tugged on my nipples as my feet twitched. Her tits slid up and down my cock over and over, massaging my dick's sensitive crown.

"Ms. Evans!" I gasped.

"Just let yourself be free!" my teacher moaned. "Be open about how you are. Enjoy being a futa!"

"Yes!" I howled.

My cum erupted.

I gasped as my pearly jizz fired from up between her tits and splattered across her dark face. She moaned, opening her mouth. The next blast erupted while her tits were around my cock, my cum bubbling out from between her lush mounds. Then she slid her jizz-covered boobies down my shaft as I spurted again and again.

Every blast made me shudder. My pussy convulsed as my cum coated her face and fell down on her lush tits. I painted her in white. She moaned and gasped as the chair creaked. My back arched into it as I squirmed.

"Ms. Evans!" I cried out, free to be myself.

A futa.

"Yes, yes," she moaned. "Ooh, that was wonderful, Alyessa."

I nodded my head, my eyes fluttering. "It was, Ms. Evans. Oh, god, that was incredible. I never knew you could even do that."

Ms. Evans giggled. "Glad I'm still able to teach you something."

I shuddered then blinked. "Oh, no, I covered you in my jizz. Let me get something to clean it off."

"Mmm, you got that tongue," she purred as she rose and before I knew it, was straddling me, my cock draping across her thigh as it went soft. She hefted her jizz-splattered tits. "Just lick your spunk off."

I shuddered. "My… spunk?"

"You never taste it?" she asked.

"Not really," I moaned, staring at her with hunger in my eyes. "My futa-mother always seems to enjoy her own so…"

I leaned in and licked at a large line of my cum that was dribbling down her tit. The salty flavor burst to life on my tongue. I shuddered, my pussy clenching and my dick throbbing. I followed the spunk higher and higher until I engulfed her nipple.

I suckled.

She cooed in delight. My eyes flicked around her tits, seeing more drops and lines and puddles of my spunk to enjoy. This ravenous hunger I didn't know I possessed surged through me. My tongue swept out, lapping up my spunk, gathering that salty jizz.

"That's it, Alyessa," she moaned. "Enjoy what you are. Don't hide it. Revel in it."

"Yes!" I groaned as I licked up another line of cum towards her neck.

I licked up her neck. My tongue fluttered higher and higher. I gathered her spunk. I licked and lapped it up. I traveled higher and higher until I was reaching her chin. Her cheek. I was gathering the spunk off her face.

I followed a line to her lips. We kissed for the first time. I shuddered as I thrust my cum-covered tongue into her mouth, sharing my seed with her. My dick throbbed, already hard again, twitching as I traded my futa-spunk back and forth with my teacher.

It was incredible.

And then it got better. Her hand grabbed my cock. She shifted her body as we kissed, her tits pressing against me. I groaned as I felt her wet bush caressing the tip of my cock. She nuzzled me into her pubic hair until I felt the hot kiss of her pussy lips.

With a moan from both of us, she slammed her pussy down my cock. My second woman of the day took me to the hilt. I shuddered, my dick throbbing inside of her. My tongue dueled with hers, dancing, swirling, teasing her.

I broke the kiss, gasping as her pussy engulfed my cock. I stared up at her, my cunt on fire as her snatch rose up my dick. She smiled at me, her face smeared in more of my spunk. Then she slammed down, her tits rubbing against mine.

"Ooh, you are huge," she moaned. "I knew you would stretch me open when I sucked your cock, but… Oh, Alyessa, this is amazing!"

"It is," I groaned, my hands grabbing her rump, feeling her muscles flex as she rode me. I leaned in, my tongue lapping up her cheek, gathering up my salty cum. "Just amazing."

I licked at her face, cleaning my spunk off of her as her pussy worked up and down my futa-dick. Her snatch squeezed and relaxed, massaging me, teasing me. Pleasure rippled through my body as I moaned, the taste of my salty cum filling my mouth.

She whimpered as I did, her hips swirling, stirring my dick around in her pussy. Her ass squeezed and relaxed beneath my grip as she rode me. I gripped her, my cunt drinking in the heat of her pussy sliding up and down my futa-cock.

"Ms. Evans," I moaned before licking at some cum on her neck, my tongue dragging across her ebony skin.

"Mm, yes, yes, your cock is stretching me to my limits!" she moaned. "Oh, Alyessa, is my pussy as good as Mrs. Minxes."

"Yes!" I whimpered, the ache building and building at the tip of my cock. My fourth orgasm of the day.

Fourth!

That was more than I had most months.

I kissed her, shoveling another tongue full of cum into her mouth. She moaned, her pussy squeezing around me. I shuddered, the pleasure surging through my body. My heart pounded in my chest as I gripped her, squeezing her, loving the feel of her working up and down my futa-cock.

My tongue danced and darted with hers. I flicked through her mouth, teasing her. It was this incredible treat. My fingers dug into her rump, massaging her. Her hips danced from side to side around my futa-dick.

The silky friction made me moan.

I kissed my teacher with such passion, our tits rubbing together, her fat nipples rubbing against the upper slopes of my boobs. I clutched her rump, my ovaries growing fuller and fuller. I was coming closer to exploding.

I broke the kiss, gasping, "Ms. Evans!"

"I want you to spill into me!" Ms. Evans moaned. "I'm in my thirties. I'm not too old to have a child! Your daughter!"

I groaned, those words sending this ancient, primal surge through me. My futa-mother's cum caused hyper-ovulation, but did mine? Had I already bred Mrs. Minx? Was I about to breed my former teacher?

I wanted that. This powerful ripple shot through me. I wanted to give her a daughter. A futa-daughter. She would raise her to respect who she was. My daughter wouldn't have to be ashamed of being the only futa in town.

A tremble raced through me. My fingers dug into her rump as I groaned out, "Yes, yes, I'll breed you, Ms. Evans!"

The teacher's pussy went wild about my girl-dick.

I gasped as her snatch spasmed and writhed about my girl-cock. Her passion sucked at my shaft. My ovaries tightened. My pussy clenched. She slammed down me, engulfing my clit-dick with her hunger. Her flesh massaged me.

"Ms. Evans!" I moaned.

"Cum in me, Alyessa!" she begged, her need surging through me. I had to give it to her.

My ovaries erupted.

I groaned, the pleasure surging out of my cock as my cum fired into her pussy. I whimpered and bucked, my heart racing in my chest. This wild delight shot through me with each eruption of futa-jizz into her cunt. This amazing pleasure screamed through my mind.

My pussy convulsed like hers was. As she milked my cock, I bucked beneath her, gasping and groaning. Stars burst across my vision as the dual pleasures of having a dick and pussy swept through me.

Ecstasy washed into my thoughts.

Rapture fired into my mind.

Ms. Evans pussy writhed about my cock, draining my ovaries of every drop of spunk in them. I groaned, my fingers clenching and relaxing. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering. This was an incredible delight to enjoy.

A wonderful treat to experience.

I sucked in a deep breath. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as the pleasure surged through my body. My head shook from side to side. The rapture fluttered around inside of me. I shuddered as the ecstasy filled me, my fingers biting into her ass.

"Mmm, I hope you did breed me," she moaned. "Ooh, it's the right time in my cycle."

"I hope so, too," I said, speaking honestly for the first time. Maybe… having a futa-cock wasn't such a bad thing.

Maybe I didn't have to be ashamed of it.

But how would Jasmine react? I didn't want to lose my best friend.

"I can't wait for you to do your yard work for Mrs. North," purred my teacher as I came down from my orgasmic high.

"What?" I asked. Why would she bring up the reverend's wife? I did chores for the Norths, actual chores, not… naughty things.

"Mmm, we're all going to be there. Mrs. North is very eager to enjoy a futa."

My jaw dropped. "What? The reverend's wife… That's… that's…"

"Hot?" asked Ms. Evans before she kissed me hard on the mouth.

To be continued…

Tales of the World's First Futa's Daughters–Futa's First Naughty Awakening Chapter Three: Alyessa's Afternoon of MILF Delights

Tales of the World's First Futa's Daughters

Futa's First Naughty Awakening

Chapter Three: Alyessa's Afternoon of MILF Delights

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Hermaphrodite/Females, Female/Female, Oral Sex, Hot Wife, Cheating, Interracial, Anal Sex, Creampie, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

Description: Alyessa's former teacher, a sexy black woman, pursues the shy futa!

August 21st, 2036 – Alyessa Howards

Three days after Ms. Evans revealed that Mrs. North, the reverend's wife, was eager to fuck my futa-cock, I was trembling. I had an appointment to work in the Norths' yard, mowing the lawn and trimming the hedges. I did it once a week for them to earn money to help buy college supplies. I was leaving for college next week.

This was my last chance.

I couldn't believe that the reverend's wife, the wholesome Mrs. North, wanted to enjoy my futa-cock. My secret was out. Mrs. Minx, my best friend's mother, had spread the word to her friends. More than a few of the women in my small community had eyed me.

Had enjoyed my futa-cock.

Ms. Evans, of course, had given me that wonderful titty fuck, and Tessa Isaacs, the owner of The Polka Dot Dress, had cornered me in the changing room. I pounded her hard against the wall with a hand clamped over her mouth to keep her other customers from hearing our passion.

My dick throbbed, tucked between my thighs. I was fighting my erection. I still was in disbelief that the preacher's wife would want to have sex with me. Reverend North was a caring man. I thought they had a great marriage, but…

I was learning that these MILFs had come of age when Becky Woodward, my futa-mother, was exploding in fame. For the last nineteen or so years, they had read about her exploits or watched her naughty acts. They'd seen her cheering naked at college football games, witnessed her fucking reporters on live interviews, and watched those naughty Japanese game shows she used to produce where contestants competed for the right to ride her futa-dick. Now that the first wave of my mother's futa-daughters, like me, were coming of age, these women had the opportunity to live out their fantasies.

And I was the only futa in Jefferson, Oregon.

I reached the white picket fence of the Norths' house. I trembled, staring at the two-story farmhouse, painted a light-blue. It had a wrap-around, covered porch like most of the houses, over a hundred and fifty years old. I swallowed then winced at the door opened.

"Alyessa," Reverend North said. He had a smile on his face. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts that left his bony, white legs exposed. "How's it going?"

"Fine, Reverend North," I said. "You leaving?"

"Yep, I have to do the accounting for the church. But don't worry, my wife and a few of her friends are home if you need anything."

"Friends?" I asked. Ms. Evans implied she would be here when I arrived.

"Yes, yes, Mrs. Minx and Liddy Evans showed up for tea." He opened the gate and passed me. "I'm sure they'll let you join them before you get to work."

"Yeah," I said, a guilty wave washed through me even as my futa-dick swelled to its full girth, taped to my juicy snatch. My shaved pussy drenched my cock. There was just something exciting about a married woman. Something taboo and wrong about sliding into her.

They were mature and beautiful. They shouldn't want my futa-dick, only their husband's cock, but they craved me. I gave them something their husbands didn't. Couldn't. I swallowed, trembling. My heart thundered in my chest as I turned and faced the house.

The right thing would be to walk away.

I wanted to do the right thing, but…

My futa-dick throbbed, begging to be freed. Why was I still hiding it? Because of Jasmine? I was scared to tell my best friend the truth. I was hiding who I was from her, from everyone, for all my life. If Mrs. Minx hadn't figured out what I was…

I would never have discovered the joys of an older woman's passion.

The gate creaked open. I couldn't walk away. I wanted this. Inside, I didn't have to be ashamed of what I was. I could enjoy myself. I could have a nice time with the older women. My nipples throbbed in my tank top, my round tits jiggling in my sports bra as I gained the steps of the wooden porch and rang the old-fashioned doorbell.

A buzzer sounded.

The door ripped open. Mrs. North stood there naked. I gasped at the sight of her motherly face famed by her sleek, black hair. My eyes flicked down to those large, pillowy breasts. They were bigger than I thought, looking so soft, her dark-red nipples poking hard at me. They were three times as big as my own, looking so suckable. My eyes went lower to her dark bush hiding her pussy.

"Oh, you're here," moaned Mrs. North. "I can't believe you're a futa."

"Yeah," I said as the reverend's wife pulled me to her. Her dark eyes were glassy.

Her arms went around me. She was taller than me, her breasts pressing into my upper chest. She hugged me tight, rocking me. "You're going to change the world. Your mother is a miracle, you know that?"

I swallowed, my futa-dick throbbing.

"You're both miracles from God," she purred. "A new way for the world. I'm just so thrilled to experience it."

I stared up at the married woman, my eyes blinking. "A… miracle. Me?"

"You," she purred and the kissed me.

I melted against the reverend's wife, kissing her with hunger. My tongue played with hers, my heart screaming in my chest. This was all so unexpected. I whimpered into her kiss, my lips working against hers while my pussy soaked my dick. I was so hard. My futa-cock throbbed, fighting against my panties and the costume tape holding it tucked between my thighs and pressed against my pussy.

Why was I doing this? Suffering? Why couldn't I just be free? These women accepted me. Loved me. They thought I was a miracle. That I wasn't a freak. It was wonderful. I felt so amazing as she pulled me into the room, her breasts rubbing at me through my tank top.

I realized that Mrs. Minx and Ms. Evans were watching, they were naked, the living room was strewn with their clothing. I kept kissing Mrs. North, her hands cupping my cheeks while my eyes darted around, realizing these three naughty women had stripped naked the moment Mr. North left.

"Mmm, that is hot," Mrs. Minx moaned. My best friend's mother squeezed her golden-tan breasts. The blonde MILF sunbathed nude to get that even gleam. That was how this all started.

"Yeah," Ms. Evans groaned, her ebony tits round and delicious. She rubbed one hand between her thighs, fingering herself.

My dick throbbed harder.

Mrs. North broke our kiss. "Mmm, now we need to get you naked. I want to make love to one of God's precious miracles."

"Amen," moaned Mrs. Minx, her fingers digging into her breasts.

I blushed and nodded, eager for it. I didn't fight as Mrs. North grabbed the hem of my tank top. She pulled it up my body, the cloth rolling up my sides. I shuddered. This wicked heat washed through me. I groaned into our kiss then broke it so she could take off my top. My fiery hair spilled down around my shoulders. Then she pulled off my sports bra.

"Oh, my, what a ripe pair of breasts," she moaned, grabbing my tits and squeezing them. I shuddered as the married MILF kneaded me. Her dark eyes smoldered. Her large tits swayed before her.

"The real treat's in her panties," moaned Mrs. Minx.

"Mmm, yes," Mrs. North groaned.

She fell to her knees before me. I groaned as she tugged down my shorts, peeling the white, tight clothing off my hips and down my thighs. I shuddered, stepping out of them, my dick throbbing.

"It must be so painful for you," she purred. "You have your cock tucked in there, trapped and aching to burst out."

"I get used to it," I lied.

"You shouldn't," she moaned, tugging down my rose-hued panties. I whimpered as she rolled them off my hips. She gasped at the side of my dick folded back and tucked between my thighs, soaked by my pussy juices. My sweet musk filled my nose. My freckled tits quivered.

She made a tsking sound of disgust and ripped away the first piece of tape. I whimpered, my dick twitching, barely held in place. Then she pulled the second. It swung out before her, almost smacking her in the face. Precum and pussy juices splattered across her features.

"A miracle," she breathed. "Thank you, Lord, for sending these creatures to us."

She swallowed the tip of my cock. I groaned at the feel of the reverend's wife sucking on my dick. Her lips were sealed around my girth. Her tongue swiped around, tasting my precum and pussy juices. My snatch clenched as the pleasure shot down my cock.

I gasped, this sudden surge shooting through me. My pussy clenched. The heat brimmed in me. My head shook from side to side. I felt like I was on the verge of erupting. Of just firing my cum into her mouth.

"Mrs. North!" I whimpered. "I'm going to cum!"

She popped her mouth off. "Already?"

"You're just that sexy, Anna," Mrs. Minx moaned.

"Can't have that," Mrs. North said, staring up at me with glassy eyes. "I want you in my pussy! I need to feel a futa in me. I dreamed of it before I married Ken. Please, please, Alyessa, you have to make love to me with your miracle cock."

"Yes," I moaned, not fighting as the MILF leaned back, settling onto her Persian throw rug and pulling me down with her.

I fell to my knees between her spread-open thighs. The married woman brought my cock towards her black bush. Her labia peeked pink through the dark strands. Her juices coated them. I leaned over her, my round tits swaying. I whimpered as the tip of my clit-dick nudged into her bush. Her silky strands covered them.

I groaned at the wicked caress. She slid me through her bush to her hot folds. I groaned, leaning down over her, staring into her dark eyes. Such a look of awe appeared across her motherly features as she brought me to the entrance of her snatch.

I thrust into her married depths. I groaned as her hot flesh engulfed me. My back arched, the pleasure shooting through me. This heat spilled down my cock and flooded my cunt. I groaned as I dove deeper and deeper into her.

"Oh, Lord, yes!" she moaned, half in prayer and half in rapture. "Thank you for bringing Alyessa into this world, for allowing us to unite our passions."

"Amen," I moaned and then leaned over her, pressing my tits into hers as I kissed her on the mouth, her pussy clenching around my futa-dick.

I pumped away at her pussy, thrusting into her juicy, married snatch. This was so wrong. Our naked breasts rubbed together, nipples kissing as I pumped my futa-dick in and out of her snatch. I groaned, my pussy clenching. This heat surged through me. My eyes fluttered as my tongue danced with hers.

This heat billowed through me. I pumped away harder, faster. I rammed my cock in and out of her pussy, reveling in this delicious passion. Our tongues dueled while Ms. Evans and Mrs. Minx masturbated.

"Mmm, yes, yes, pump that cute ass up and down," moaned my friend's mother. The blonde MILF let out a shuddering moan. "Ram that dick into her pussy! Anna's loving it!"

Mrs. North moaned her agreement into our kiss.

I broke it, staring into the eyes of the reverend's wife. Her dark eyes brimmed with passion. She gripped my ass, her fingernails digging into my rump as I pumped my young futa-cock into her mature, juicy depths.

"You're so big!" she moaned. "Oh, Alyessa, this is my dream! I never thought I would get to make love to a futa!"

"Enjoy it!" I gasped, thrusting harder, pleasure spilling through me.

"Yes, yes, enjoy it," moaned Ms. Evans, my Black teacher plunging fingers deep into her pussy. Her round breasts jiggled.

"I am!" Mrs. North moaned, her pussy squeezing around my dick as I plunged into her. Then I pulled back, that wonderful friction transforming into wild pleasure. "Oh, Lord, thank you for the miracle of Alyessa and her clit-dick!"

"Thank you!" I moaned and, for the first time, I was thrilled to be a futa.

I was having this wild fun. I kissed her hard again, my orgasm building fast at the tip of my girl-dick. I plundered Mrs. North's married pussy hard and fast. I shuddered, my cunt clenching as the heat built and built in me.

I couldn't take much more of this delicious, mature twat around my cock. Mrs. North felt too amazing. She had such a hot grip on my dick. She squeezed and massaged it as I plundered into her, swelling that delicious ache.

"I'm going to cum!" I moaned.

"Yes, yes, yes!" howled the married MILF. "Flood me, Alyessa! Unleash your passion!"

"Pump all that spunk into her!" Mrs. Minx moaned. "Then I'm going to lick her clean."

The sight of the blonde MILF licking her lips set me off. My clit-dick erupted before I could stop it. I plunged my spurting cock to the hilt in Mrs. North's pussy. The reverend's wife gasped, her eyes squeezing shut.

Then her pussy spasmed around my dick.

As the pleasure swelled through me, my cock erupting hard and fast, I groaned. This was incredible. Her pussy writhed around my shaft. She milked me. She drew out my spunk. It fired deep into her twat. It flooded across her. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.

Delight spilled through my body. Jizz pumped out of my futa-dick over and over. Mrs. North squealed around my cock, bucking beneath me as I pumped her pussy full of my cum. I groaned, my back arching, my snatch convulsing.

"Mrs. North!" I groaned as I fired that final blast of cum into her. My orgasm died into buzzing bliss.

"Mmm, that was so hot!" Mrs. Minx moaned, ripping her fingers out of her pussy. "Come on, get off of her, I want to lick Anna clean."

"Really?" I gasped, shocked by that.

I rose off Mrs. North, my softening cock sliding out of her pussy. I gained my trembling feet and stepped back a few times. Mrs. Minx fell between Mrs. North's thighs. The reverend's wife gasped, her back arching.

Mrs. Minx ate my cum out of her.

"Oh, wow," gasped Mrs. North. "Mmm, that's it. Lick my pussy, Maddy!"

My jaw dropped. Seeing the reverend's wife getting eaten out by a woman, enjoying lesbian sex, was somehow more shocking than her wanting to fuck my futa-dick. My cock twitched at the sight, growing harder and harder.

Then I was really blown away when Ms. Evans knelt behind Mrs. Minx. My eyes almost fell out of my sockets as my former teacher nuzzled her lips into Mrs. Minx's shaved pussy and licked. All three MILFs were engaging in such naughty, wicked, lesbian delights.

My dick swelled hard. I gained my second wind.

"Oh, Lord, yes!" moaned Mrs. North as she squirmed on the floor.

"Mmm, you taste good, Maddy," Ms. Evans purred, her hips wiggling.

My eyes were locked on her curly, black bush hiding her pussy. I fell to my knees in a trance. My pale cock smacked her dark rump, the cracking sound mixing with the sounds of pussy licking and women moaning in lesbian passion.

My futa-dick slid down her flesh, my pink tip nuzzling down her ebony skin. I pressed into her wiry bush. I groaned at the feel of her. She wiggled her hips, giving me the invitation to slide right into her depths.

"Ms. Evans, such a naughty teacher," I purred as my hands slid up her breasts. I gripped her tits, squeezing those round mounds.

"I am," she groaned into Mrs. Minx's pussy.

"Fuck her, Alyessa!" Mrs. North panted. She squirmed on the floor, her breasts jiggling. They were pillowy and soft.

I thrust into my former teacher's pussy.

She groaned as my futa-dick slid into her. My crotch smacked into her rump. Her butt-cheeks rippled. My tits heaved. I squeezed her breasts, kneading those firm, round pair. She shuddered, her pussy stirring around my cock, massaging me with that wonderful silk.

I stared down past my quivering breasts and watched my dick emerge from her pussy coated in her juices. I shuddered as her twat clung to my flesh, squeezing around me. Juices flooded down my thighs, hot and sticky.

She felt amazing.

I thrust back into her. I buried to the hilt in my teacher's twat. She groaned, her pussy squeezing around my cock. I moaned as I pumped away at her. I reveled being inside her. Older women were so sexy. So hot.

I wanted to fuck every MILF in our town.

They would all love my futa-cock.

"Yes, yes, yes, pound her pussy, dear," Mrs. North moaned, both her hands gripping Mrs. Minx's blonde hair. My friend's mom feasted on Mrs. North's pussy, licking out my cum. "Mmm, make a yummy treat."

"God, yes," panted Ms. Evans.

She wiggled her head and Mrs. Minx squealed. I shuddered, loving this delight. I fucked my sexy teacher as she ate my friend's mom who devoured the reverend's wife. It was a naughty chain of feminine pleasure.

My futa-dick throbbed. My orgasm swelled as I plundered Ms. Evan's pussy. I thrust faster, harder into her. I stirred her up, her juicy flesh clinging to me. My ovaries grew tighter, a fresh load of futa-cum brimming in there.

I hoped I had bred her. That would be so hot.

"Ms. Evans," I moaned. "Ooh, I'm going to fire so much cum into you. I might just breed you."

"Mmm, give her a miracle!" gasped Mrs. North. "That's so hot! Yes, yes, do it!"

I watched in awe as the reverend's wife bucked and shuddered. It was obvious she was cumming hard on Mrs. Minx's lips. Mrs. North gripped the blonde's hair, her tits heaving as she thrashed on the ground, her pants exploding through the air.

"Lick my pussy! Yes, yes! Lick up all my cream!"

"Ooh, do it, Mrs. Minx!" I moaned, fucking Ms. Evans's pussy harder. I was inspired by this naughty sight.

My dick ached and throbbed. The pleasure surged through me. Every thrust brought me closer and closer to exploding. My heart thundered in my chest. This heat swelled through me, threatening to drown me. I licked my lips, my tits heaving before me as I fucked Ms. Evans.

My hands kneading her tits worked down those plump mounds to find her nipples. She gasped into Mrs. Minx's pussy as I twisted them. The MILF thrust her hips back, working her pussy up and down my shaft.

"Oh, you naughty thing!" she groaned. "Ooh, you're going to make me cum."

"It's the best!" whimpered Mrs. North. "Cumming is the Lord's gift to women! We need to give each other so many orgasms! And you have… You have your cock, Alyessa! It's how special you are!"

"Yes!" Mrs. Minx moaned. "So suck my clit, Liddy! Fucking make me cum!"

The blonde MILF kept licking Mrs. North. The reverend's wife bucked on the floor. It was clear she shuddered through another orgasm. My friend's mom wiggled her tan ass as Ms. Evans feasted. I heard my teacher sucking on something.

On Mrs. Minx's clit?

I bet so.

My clit-dick throbbed in my teacher's depths. I tugged on her nipples and thrust hard and fast into her depths. The ache built and built at the tip of my cock. I was coming closer and closer to breeding Ms. Evan. To pumping her full of my jizz.

"Liddy, fucking, yes!" Mrs. Minx howled, her head snapping up from between Mrs. North's thighs. "That's it! Fuck!"

I gasped, witnessing juices gushing out of Mrs. Minx's pussy. She coated Ms. Evans's cheeks. More cream spilled down Mrs. Minx's tanned thighs. The scent of her sweet musk filled my nose. I thrust hard into Ms. Evans.

"You squirted!" I gasped.

"Liddy's amazing!" Mrs. Minx moaned, her back arched. "Oh, yes, yes, keep sucking my clit!"

I buried into Ms. Evan's pussy, my dick on the verge of erupting. As I drew back my futa-cock, my teacher's cunt went wild. She moaned, voice muffled by the blonde MILF's cunt. I shuddered, my teacher cumming about my cock.

Sucking at my futa-dick.

"You want me to breed you?" I howled and buried back into her depths.

My dick erupted. My cum fired into Mrs. Evan's depths. The pleasure screamed through me, slamming into my mind. I groaned, stars bursting across my vision. This heady rush surged through me. Dizzy rapture spilled over my mind.

Ecstasy washed out of my pussy.

My teacher's cunt milked my dick.

"Pump all that futa-seed in me!" my teacher moaned. "Breed me, Alyessa!"

"Breed her!" moaned Mrs. North. She licked her lips, her hands kneading her large tits.

"Oh, that's hot," Mrs. Minx panted.

"Uh-huh," I moaned.

Ms. Evan's pussy wrung out my cock. I groaned as her writhing flesh worked out every drop of my cum. My head spun dizzily around me. My eyes fluttered. I gripped her, savoring this incredible delight spilling through me.

I loved cumming in a MILF's pussy. Older women were the best.

"Oh, Alyessa," panted Ms. Evans. "Mmm, you flooded me."

"Uh-huh," I panted as I pulled out of Ms. Evan's pussy.

Mrs. North sat up, smiling from her orgasm. I was dizzy from my second orgasm, my cheeks burning. I stumbled back and sank down in a recliner, my breasts heaving, my red hair swaying about my flushed face.

"Damn," I groaned, fanning myself and watching my cum leaking out of Ms. Evan's snatch. My pearly jizz stained her dark bush.

"Mmm, I have to eat you!" panted Mrs. North. "Come sit on my face, Liddy."

"Oh, yes!" my teacher moaned. She lifted her face from Mrs. Minx's cunt and moved over.

I shook my head, watching in disbelieve as the reverend's wife and my teacher fell into a sixty-nine, both eating pussy, Mrs. North devouring my cum out of Ms. Evan's twat. My cock, twitched, growing hard again, the pressure aching at the tip.

I wasn't my futa-mother, Becky. I couldn't fuck and fuck.

"Mmm, I hope you have something left in the tank for me," Mrs. Minx purred. She backed towards me, shaking that golden-tan rump at me, her pussy glistening from Ms. Evan's licking.

"Need a few minutes," I panted, my body buzzing from my orgasm.

"Mmm, just think about sliding into this hole," the blonde MILF said. She parted her butt-cheeks, the finger of her right hand sliding down her crack to her brown, wrinkled asshole. She pressed the tip in and whimpered.

My dick sprang hard in a flash.

"Really?" I gasped.

"You're all nice and lubed up by Liddy's juices," the MILF moaned as she fingered her sphincter. "I want it. I want to feel that big futa-cock reaming my asshole."

I groaned, the moans of Mrs. North and Ms. Evans filling the air. I flicked to the two MILF's sixty-nining, ebony flesh rubbing on ivory. My dick twitched and ached. I thought I was empty, but I wanted more.

"I love being a futa," I moaned as I slipped off the chair.

"Wonderful," moaned Mrs. Minx. "Just slide that cock into me."

I fell to my knees before her, my cock smacking into her rump. Pleasure echoed through the room, mixing with that naughty sound. Her fingers dug into her butt-cheeks, keeping them spread open for me. I smeared pussy cream across her rump as I moved my cock into position.

I never even imagined I would get this treat. I pressed my cock against her butt-hole, my heart screaming in my chest. I bit my lip, my pussy dripping juices down my thighs. I rubbed my futa-dick against her asshole, drinking in the feel of her backdoor.

"Fuck my ass, Alyessa!" she moaned.

"Yes, Mrs. Minx!" I moaned and pressed my cock forward.

I groaned as my dick pushed against her anal ring. Her sphincter widened. That brown hole swelled and swelled. It swallowed my cock. This new sensation, this velvety grip of her asshole, engulfed my cock. I slid into her bowels.

My pussy clenched as the pleasure flowed down my shaft. It was different from what I was used to. This hot, tight grip that had me feeling dizzy and light-headed. I groaned, shaking my head. My heart pounded in my chest as I sank deeper and deeper into her.

She squeezed her bowels around me. It was different from pussy. Not as wet, though it had a juicy feel, a rougher delight from cunt. Not that silky slide. It was tight the entire way, too. I groaned as she whimpered, her back arching, blonde hair swaying about her shoulders.

"Damn, Alyessa! "she groaned. "Goddamn, you're hung! Ooh, you got that futa-dick in my asshole!"

"Uh-huh," I moaned, my shaved pussy lips pressing against her rump. The feel of her tanned ass on my labia sent tingles rippling through me.

Cream ran down my thighs.

I drew back my cock and then slammed into her again. I buried into her again and again. I pumped my clit-dick over and over into her bowels. She whimpered and moaned. Her asshole gripped me. That velvety delight massaged the tip of my cock. Pleasure spilled down it, making my pussy feel juicier and juicier.

"Yes, yes, yes, pound me!" she moaned. "Oh, that's good! Fuck my asshole, Alyessa!"

"I am, Mrs. Minx!" I said, awe thick in my voice as my freckled breasts bounced before me. "Oh, wow, it feels incredible. You feel incredible."

Her bowels squeezed around my dick. This wild ache sent dizzying lust spilling through me. I groaned, my pussy dripping juices down my thighs. This heat spilled over me. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. The heat surged through me. I gripped her hips, pounding her. I buried my cock into her depths again and again.

This delicious heat washed through my flesh again and again. My dick throbbed in her bowels while my pussy juices ran down my thighs. Her velvety grip swelled the ache at my cock's tip. That pressure needed to explode out of me.

"I'm going to flood your bowels, Mrs. Minx!"

"Good!" she moaned. She threw a look over her shoulder, her blue eyes glassy. "Just pound me! Ooh, I love it! You're such a naughty futa!"

I grabbed my breasts, squeezing and kneading them as I fucked her. I twisted my nipples as I drove my cock over and over into her. My labia smacked into her rump again and again. Naughty tingles of pleasure shot through me while my dick throbbed in her bowels' grip.

My eyes flicked to Ms. Evans and Mrs. North. The reverend's wife gripped my teacher's dark rump. The pair moaned and gasped, feasting on each other with such passion. I couldn't believe that they were getting so wild. That they were so naughty.

"Anna!" whimpered Ms. Evans. "Yes, yes, lick all that cum out of me! Mmm, I love eating your pussy."

I shuddered. Loved… Did they do this a lot?

My head grew dizzy as the pair writhed together. I felt like I didn't know my town at all. It was so hot. These beautiful MILFs were doing naughty things with each other, and I was joining the fun. I was using my cock to give them such rapture.

I thrust harder, faster. I pounded into my friend's mom hard. I drove into Mrs. Minx bowels with all my strength, twisting my nipples. The ache grew and grew at the tip of my cock. I shuddered, coming closer to my eruption.

My pussy dripped juices down my thighs.

My ovaries brimmed with my cum.

I tugged hard on my nipples. Electricity shot down to my pussy. I whimpered, my fiery hair dancing about my head. I shuddered as my orgasm swelled and swelled. I breathed in the wonderful musk of all our pussies, fanning my excitement.

We were sharing this wild passion.

Moans echoed as we all approached our orgasms. Mine was just a few strokes away. I plundered Mrs. Minx's bowels with hard strokes, gasping, twisting my hard nipples. My pussy clenched. My ovaries quivered.

"Yes!" Mrs. Minx howled. "Oh, Alyessa, you're amazing!"

"Wonderful," whimpered Mrs. North. "A miracle!"

"I am!" I gasped, so thankful to be a futa.

I buried into Mrs. Minx's asshole. My cum erupted. Pleasure shot through me. It slammed through my body. My pussy convulsed, juices gushing down my thighs as I pumped the MILF full of all my cum.

"You sweet thing!" gasped Mrs. Minx, her bowels writhing around my futa-dick. "Oh, yes, yes, give me all that jizz!"

"Then I'll lick her clean!" gasped Mrs. North. "Ooh, Liddy, yes, yes! I'm cumming! You know what I love!"

I groaned, my futa-dick spurting blast after blast of cum into Mrs. Minx's bowels while my teacher squealed. All of us were cumming. We were all filling the living room with our gasps and moans. Rapture and ecstasy slammed through me.

I threw back my head as my orgasm carried me to such a height. Stars burst across my vision. I drank in the bliss, hanging at the peak of my climax. I clawed it, wanting to stay there. It was rapture for one moment of perfection.

Then it died.

"Mrs. Minx," I moaned, leaning over her, her bowels milking my futa-cock dry.

"Yes, yes, yes!" the MILF howled.

"Anna!" gasped Ms. Evan's squirming atop the reverend's wife.

I quivered there, my dick spurting the last blast of cum into Mrs. Minx's asshole when the front door burst open. I threw a panicked looked, expecting to see Mr. North striding in and finding the orgy in his living room.

Instead, it was my friend, Jasmine, her blonde hair bouncing about her excited face. "Oh, my god, Alyessa, why are you ignoring your phone and…?" Her words trailed off. "Mom! Alyessa! What… what…?"

"Oh, honey, no," groaned Mrs. Minx, her bowels clenching around my cock.

"Jasmine," I gasped, ripping out of her mother's asshole, my dick bobbing before her.

My friend stared at my dick. Her jaw dropped. Then she whirled around and fled without saying a word, slamming the door behind her. My stomach dropped. This wave of shameful guilt swept over me. She was the last person I wanted to catch me like this.

"Oh, shit," Mrs. Minx groaned.

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November 12nd, 2045 – Alyessa Howards

"They made me realize that I wasn't a freak," I told Adelia as the cameras streamed our interview out to the world as I talked about that day seven years ago. "That I was something special. It gave me peace. It let me enjoy myself."

Adelia nodded her head. She had such lovely, coffee-brown skin. She was a MILF. She had borne one of my sisters, who was off to college, or so I'd heard. My dick tingled. I put my hand on her thigh, feeling her warmth.

She smiled back.

"Did you breed any of those women?" she asked. "You thought you might have bred Ms. Bates." Ms. Bates was the pseudonym I used for Ms. Evans.

I winked at Adelia. "I'm not the only futa in Jefferson any longer. I have a few daughters of my own. Nothing to rival my mother, of course."

Adelia threw back her head and laugh. "That's still wonderful."

I did breed Ms. Evans that summer. When I came back for Christmas break, I was ecstatic to find out. I didn't breed the reverend's wife, and I never had sex with Mrs. Minx again, but there were a few other MILFs in the community that were eager. I left a baby growing in Tessa Isaacs that break. "In fact, I just found out I'm going to be a mother again."

The audience applauded. I smiled at them, loving the attention.

"So, what about your friend, Marybeth?" Adelia asked when the clapping died down, using the pseudonym I gave for Jasmine.

"Well, I'm afraid, if anyone wants to know what happened, they'll have to read the book. I can't give away all the good bits."

Her hand patted mine, squeezing it. "Maybe you could give me a private reading?"

I winked at her.

"Well," she said, straightening, "it has been a pleasure, Alyessa." She glanced at the cameras. "You can buy her book, Accepting Being Futa in a Post Becky World, in the online store of your choice. It's available as an ebook or a physical copy for those Luddites out there who love paper."

A few women giggled in the crowd.

"Thank you all for watching. I hope you have a wonderful week."

The lights on the camera's died. I survived my first interview. My futa-dick was eager for the other.

"So, what did happen with your friend?" Adelia asked, her hand sliding higher and higher up my thigh.

I grinned at her.

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August 21st, 2036

I caught up with Jasmine at the park, scared and trembling all at the same time. It was a small swath of green grass near the center of the tiny town. She was sitting on a bench beneath a wisteria tree, staring down at her phone.

"Hey," I said, slinking up to her.

Her eyes flicked up at me, blue and distant. She then darted down to my crotch. I didn't tuck my futa-cock between my thighs during my hasty dressing at Mrs. North's house; I was done with hiding who I was. The bulge was a little obvious, even without me being hard.

"So… you're a futa," she said, her feet rubbing in the dirt.

I nodded.

"You didn't tell me?" There was true pain in her voice. In her eyes. They brimmed as they stared at me.

"Sorry," I said. I edged closer to her. "I was afraid."

"Why?" She bolted to her feet. "Have I ever done anything in my life that made you think I wouldn't be supportive of you? That I wouldn't be your friend if you didn't tell me?"

I swallowed. I lowered my head. "No."

"Then why, Alyessa?"

I flinched at the pain in her voice. My right foot furrowed a trench into the dirt. My heart beat so fast, screaming through me. I had to say something, but my tongue just felt so heavy. It didn't want to work. I didn't want to admit the truth.

"So that's it?" she demanded. "Eighteen years of friendship, and you won't even talk to me? I thought we could share everything!"

She marched up into my face and poked me in the chest.

I stumbled back, her fingernail biting into my sternum. I winced. Tears burned in my eyes.

"Nothing? Is that all I meant to you?"

I shook my head. "I… I… I didn't know how to tell you without admitting it to myself."

"To yourself?"

I looked up at her. "I just wanted to be normal."

"You are normal!" She stamped her foot. "There's nothing weird about futas. I know adults might think they're weird, but you're not. You're just you, Alyessa."

I rubbed my arm.

"Were you going to pretend your whole life? Were you going to fake that you…?" Her eyes widened. "You don't even like boys, do you?"

"No," I admitted.

"All those time we talked about kissing cute boys, you were thinking about kissing my mom? Or Ms. Evans and Mrs. North?"

I nodded my head. "I like women. Especially older women. They're…" I trailed off, remembering that one of those women was her mother. I stared at my friend. "I'm sorry I lied to you. I didn't know how to tell you, and the longer it went, the worst I knew it would be, so I kept hiding it. I kept pretending to be something I'm not. But…"

I drew in a deep breath.

"I'm a futa, Jasmine. I'm so sorry for lying to you. I get that you hate me."

"I don't hate you," she muttered. Then she balled up her fist and punched me in the shoulder.

"Owe," I gasped, rubbing it.

"That's for fucking my mother!" she said. "Eww, is that why she had to change the sheets when I was taking a shower a few days ago? Did you and her?"

"Well…"

"Oh, gross," she groaned. "That's my bed!"

"I won't do it with her any longer," I said. "I mean, I think she just wanted to fuck a futa. It didn't matter who."

"Yeah, most girls are like that," muttered Jasmine. Then she gave a look. "Do you want to fuck me.? I mean…" Her cheeks went red. "You've seen me mostly naked!"

"You're my friend," I said. "God, it's not like I want to bone every girl in the world."

"Your mother does."

"I'm not her," I said. "I'm Alyessa. I'm myself. I like older women. I'm sorry I fucked your mother. I get if you hate me or something."

She puffed out her cheeks, her blonde hair dancing around her shoulders. "I kinda want to hate you but…"

"But…"

She flung herself at me, hugging me tight. "We're friends. Friends stick together, even when one of them does something colossally stupid."

I stood there stunned. My arms twitched. I couldn't believe this was happening. They went around her, hugging her. I held my friend tight to me. My eyes squeezed shut. She accepted me, too. She didn't hate me. She had every right to.

Tears burned my eyes. "Jasmine," I croaked. "I… I…"

"Oh, don't start crying," she whimpered. "I'll cry, too, and I'm not wearing tear-resistant mascara. I'll look like a mess."

"That's what you're concerned about right now?" I gasped.

"Well, I was going to hook up with Carter in an hour," she said, shivering. "You know, one little fling before we go off to college."

I smiled. "Right, I wouldn't want to make you look like a mess." I hugged her tighter. "Thank you, Jasmine. I don't deserve this."

"I know," she said, rocking me. "But this is going to give me big-time bucks to cash in when I fuck up next time. You can't be mad at me for my first big screw-up at college."

"Deal," I said, unable to help the joy bursting through me.

Maybe if I was my mother, I'd be fucking Jasmine hard on the ground right now, but I wasn't Becky Woodward. I was Alyessa Howard, a futa who had a thing for MILFs. I bet there would be a few of them at college.

It was enough that Jasmine and I were just best friends forever. I was glad I hadn't ruined anything.

"Just don't… with my mother, okay?" Jasmine said as she broke away.

"I won't," I told her.

"I better keep an eye on her when you're around," she muttered, hooking her arm around mine. "I trust you. Now, come on, I need your advice on what I'm going to wear."

I smiled as we walked off. It felt nice not having to tuck my cock, to be free and open about who I was. No one should be ashamed of the true person they were. Those they love should accept them, support them, care for them.

That was the world I wanted. A world I hoped my futa-mother was building.

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