1 Movie Night

by Stayrr

You Knew What.

204. WFF Futa's Public Delights

The World's First Futa–Futa's Public Delights Chapter One: Futa's First Wild Ride

The World's First Futa

Futa's Public Delights

Chapter One: Futa's First Wild Rider

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Hermaphrodite/Females, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, Breeding, Oral Sex

Description: The world's first futa rides an older woman!

Description: The world's first futa receives a naughty trick!

Description: Becky, the world's first futa, makes a tricky reporter into her bitch on live TV!!

April 17th, 2047

Before the cheering studio audience, the host interviewing about my life for the last hour, was lost to her lusts. The sexy, caramel-skinned Amelia, pushed me down on the couch we were sitting upon. I didn't fight her, my futa-dick throbbing so hard against my dress.

"Oh, Becky," she groaned, her perfectly coiffed, brown hair spilling about the wild passion of her features. She had that delightful, mixed-raced heritage, a blend of nationalities impossible to guess, that gave her such an exotic cast. "Ooh, my pussy is so wet. I can't take any more."

"Mmm, I have been teasing you," I purred as her hands pushed up my skirt, exposing my clit-dick. It thrust out my blonde bush and from the folds of my wet pussy. I was the oldest futa in the world, the first. All the others were my thousands upon thousands of daughters. I had so many over the last thirty years since I transformed at eighteen.

"That was so wicked of you," Adelia moaned, her rich-brown fingers wrapping about my ivory shaft.

"It was," my wife, Sharron, called from where she watched off-stage. "Ride her hard."

"RIDE HER!" the studio audience cheered. "RIDE HER!"

Adelia didn't need to be told twice. With her crew watching on, the delicious talk show host guided my futa-cock in between her dark thighs. I groaned at shaved feel of her hot pussy. She didn't wear panties, the naughty slut.

She shifted with practice ease, lined up perfectly, and slammed her cunt down my huge cock. Her eyes widened as her pussy engulfed my shaft. Like all my futa-daughters, I was bigger than any human male.

"Oh, god, I missed this dick," Adelia moaned, her eyes fluttering. "It's perfect."

"RIDE HER! RIDE HER!"

My hands squeezed her round breasts through her top, loving the feel of her hard nipples through the cloth. I groaned as she rose up my shaft, her pussy clenching the entire time. She slammed down me, grunting as she bottomed out on my cock. Then she rose again and again. She rode me hard, the couch groaning beneath us.

She wasted no time in driving herself to her orgasm. We only had two minutes until the commercial break ended.

"Oh, yes, Becky!" she moaned, leaning over me, her hair dancing around her darkening cheeks. "Your cock… Oh, it's the best."

I grinned at her, squeezing her hips. "Just work that pussy up and down my cock. It gets better."

"Yes!" she squealed.

Her pussy clenched about my girl-dick as she rose up me. Her hot sheath sucked at my girl-shaft. My ovaries boiled with another load of cum. Talking about my first game as a UW Cheerleader had made me so hard. Reliving my wild past before a live audience and streamed out over the internet was so intoxicating.

I loved the cheering. I loved people watching me fuck. The worship of the studio audience, all women or futas, washed over me. I drank it in, fanning my passion. My dick ached and throbbed in Adelia's tight snatch. She worked her cunt faster and faster, fucking me so hard, driving her pussy up and down my cock.

"This is so hot!" she groaned. "Ooh, everyone's watching me."

"They're so envious," I panted. "The women all wish they were you."

"RIDE HER! RIDE HER!"

"They do!" Adelia moaned, her pussy slamming down my shaft again. She clenched down hard as she rose up my cock, stimulating me with that silky delight.

She threw her arms over her head, reaching for the stage lights above. Her fingers curled and relaxed as she fucked me. Her breasts bounced and heaved beneath her dress. Her skirt rustled, stretch taut over her thighs, hiding the union of our flesh.

Pleasure crossed her face. Ecstasy that I gave her. I whimpered, my eyes squeezed shut as I enjoyed this moment. It reminded me so much of my first live interview nearly thirty-years ago. That same ache in the interviewers eyes. That same boiling need to ride my shaft.

My futa-dick ached, throbbed. The pressure built and built in my ovaries. Her pussy massaged me with that heavenly silk. I groaned, my hips thrusting up as she slammed down. Her flesh slapped into my flesh. Pleasure jolted through my cunt to my ovaries. They contracted. I gasped.

My futa-cum flooded her pussy.

"Becky!" she howled. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!"

Her pussy writhed about my dick. Her cunt milked my spurting cock. I thrashed on the couch, my face contorting as the rapture hammered my mind. I pumped more and more jizz into her, spilling into her delicious, convulsing snatch.

She bucked a final time on me as ecstasy burned through my mind. I panted, slumped on my back. She leaned over me, gasping for breath as her pussy spasmed a one last time on my dick. Her breasts rose and fell in her dress.

"Oh, damn, Becky, I needed that," she groaned. "I can get through more of the interview now."

I nodded.

"Good," a producer said, "Because we're back in ten seconds."

Adelia gasped. Then she ripped her pussy off my cock. My dick flopped out and smacked wet into my bunched up skirt. A flick of cunt cream splattered my face. My tongue snaked out, gathering up that tart delight. I shivered, sitting up, shoving my dress down over my softening futa-dick.

"And we're live in five… four… three…" the spiky-haired producer said.

I adjusted my blonde hair while Adelia settled into her pose, looking so calm and poised. If it weren't for her flushed cheeks and glistening forehead, you'd never know she just rode my futa-dick to a screaming orgasm.

"Welcome back," Adelia said, a touch breathless. "Today were celebrating President Becky Woodward's birthday with a thirty year retrospective on how the world's first futa has shifted everyone's paradigm."

I smiled at the camera, sucking in breaths through my nose. My body buzzed in delight. "I'm so glad to be here. What an amazing forty-eighth birthday this has been."

"And you don't even look it," laughed Adelia, giving my knee a familiar pat that sent a tingle racing down it. "Now, we were just talking about your first time cheerleading at the Husky game against the University of Oregon's Ducks. It caused such an uproar in the FCC since NBC showed everything live. The world's reaction was… intense."

"That's one word for it," I said, struggling to remember just how overwhelming it was when it finally hit me just what I had done. "My social media exploded. It was so bad I had to turn off my Facebook, Twitter, and the other ones. They were just bombarded by messages and tweets."

"Ah, Twitter, I haven't thought about that one in years," Adelia said, shaking her head.

"It was so big when I was in college," I said, a smile on my lips. "That's where you put your hashtags."

Adelia giggled. "Ooh, yes, hashtags." She smoothed her face back into the professional mask. "Okay, that's not what were talking about today. That game launched you into the national spotlight in a way that you hadn't before."

"I mean, people were talking about me before," I said. "I had interviews and some programs were produced. Many of those long-dead news outlets would run their vapid commentary about what I was, trying to fill every hour of the day with their blather.

"But the average American mostly ignored me until then. And then I had sex during the Husky game. College football was as big then as it is today. It caught the imagination."

"And the paparazzi descended?"

I let out a sigh. "I didn't realize it, but it was about to drown me in attention. I swear, I went hitchhiking just to escape them after college. I had no idea how they would try to invade everything I did, to catch pics of me fucking, to fill tabloids and entertainment shows."

"Like this pic?" Adelia asked. She glanced at the monitor by the stage. Some producer put on a picture of me and an older woman, both of us clearly naked or topless, thrusting out the roof of a limousine. My hands grabbed her tits, her ass clearly pressed into my crotch. Our were faces contorted in rapture. "It looks like you're both cumming here."

"I think we were," I said, smiling. "That pic went viral, as they called it back then. Shot around the world."

"How did that happen?" Adelia asked.

I smiled and launched into the story.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

September 15th, 2018

I still buzzed from my orgasms. I couldn't believe I had so many during the game. And all those Duck Cheerleaders I bred. The Husky's had crushed the University of Oregon Ducks because of my naughty antics. I inspired our team to victory.

And flustered the opposing team, especially their quarterback, by fucking all their cheerleaders. On national TV.

"It is insane out there," Dona, one of my friends, said. She somehow got into the cheerleader's locker room.

"Really?" I asked, changed back into a loose skirt and a tight baby doll t-shirt cupping my braless tits. My dick twitched in the boy short underwear I wore. "The fans."

"The fans," Dona said. "The media." The brunette shook her head, her petite body squirming. Her short, brown hair swayed about her face. "I'm glad I didn't bring Danielle."

Dona was one of the first girls to give birth to one of my daughters. She also numbered among the first I fucked. Justine, Mrs. Albertson, Melany, Katharyn, Professor Rider, my two nurses, and then Dona and Kaelea. I couldn't remember which of the two I fucked first now. It was a year ago. I think it was Dona, but…

"How am I getting out of here?" I asked.

"Kurt has a plan," Dona said.

I arched an eyebrow. Kurt was both our ex-boyfriend. I dated him through high school and into our freshman year of college. When I finally made love with him, giving him my virginity, I changed. His cum triggered me into becoming the world's first futa.

None of the doctors understood why. Over the last year, I heard a dozen different theories. Any one could be the reason, or it could be none of them.

After Kurt and I broke up, what with me suddenly being into girls and they all waiting to be bred by my futa-cock, Kurt hooked up with Dona. It was a rebound thing and didn't last long. But things were usually tense between them. They could start sniping each other, and it couldn't stand it.

"You're talking to Kurt again?"

Dona shrugged. "His new girlfriend's okay, I guess. All she could do was talk about you fucking her before the game."

I smiled at that. Kurt helped me calm down before I faced the cheering crowds.

"Well, he has a plan to get you out of here," Dona continued, "but it requires the help of your fellow cheerleaders."

"What do you need?" Ashlie, the blonde cheer captain, said. She had a glow about her, partially from having sex during the game, and partially from the start of her baby bump swelling her stomach. Like every girl I had sex with, I bred her.

"Were you eavesdropping?" Dona asked.

"Yep," Ashlie said, her blue eyes twinkling. She smacked my rump. "Got to protect my team's number-one asset. What do you need?"

"A distraction," Dona said and explained the plan.

It was really simple. It just required the cheer squad to rush out in their uniforms with Ashlie in the center. Since we were both blondes, Kurt hoped that if the squad acted like they were shielding her and trying to get her clear, they would distract the paparazzi and other media trying to see me. It wouldn't last long, but it would give me the time to slip out the side door and hurry to Kurt's car with him, Dona, and his girlfriend.

My cheer squad was eager to do help me out.

Fifteen minutes later found me at said side-area with Dona. Kurt waited in his car with his girlfriend. I swallowed a deep breath, my heart thudding fast. This was all so exciting. It felt all cloak and daggery. I swallowed, eager to burst out there and escape. My phone chirped.

"That's the signal," I said, glancing at the text message.

"Okay!" Dona grinned and yanked open the door.

I could hear the squeals of excitement coming from the front of stadium. The other people in the parking lot were looking up towards the front. Cameras flashed, lighting up the September evening sky. I shuddered, my eyes widening. It was like the Beatles had arrived. I couldn't believe this was all for me.

I glanced at Dona.

"Just go," she said, "before anyone notices."

I nodded, strolling out, trying to act casual. Though the crowds were focused out front, there were still plenty of people moving around the parking lot, getting to their cars. I hoped the cheerleaders would be fine. Women when they caught the breeding impulse could go wild for my futa-cock. I had a few fights break out in the last year, girls insisting that they got to fuck me next.

A limousine pulled up in front of us and stopped as we stepped out of a row of parked cars to cross to the next aisle. I gasped in shock, squeezing Dona's hand. The door opened and a mature woman, her dark-brown hair pulled up into a tight bun, peered out at me. She had a designer blouse, a soft chartreuse, that gave her an elegant look when combined with her black skirt.

"Get in, Becky, we need to talk," she said.

I blinked.

"President Pope!" gasped Dona beside me.

"The college's president?" I asked.

"The same," the woman said, her diction sounding refined and precise. "Now get in. We need to talk about this… debacle."

A nervousness rippled through me. Before I could talk to her, I had to give her a chance to avoid getting fucked. "You know we'll just end up fucking if I climb in there."

"That's why my secretary is here," President Pope said.

A younger woman, a few years older than me, peeked her head out the door, leaning in from a seat facing the university's president. She had a youthful face, round and naughty, her short, blonde hair giving her a playful vibe. Her green eyes sparkled as she purred, "I've heard so much about you and your cock, Becky."

President Pope grimaced, pinching her face, her lips pursed tight. She scooted back saying, "So, as you can see, you can use my secretary while we talk."

"It won't work," I said, my girl-dick swelling to full hardness. "You're going to want my dick, too."

"I haven't had sex in twenty years," the woman said. "I never saw the need for it. I think my self-control will hold."

Dona gave me a naughty wink and mouthed, "Fuck her hard."

I winked back. Well, I tried to convince the older woman. I would enjoy breeding the president of the University of Washington. She had such delicious legs peeking out of her skirt. But until then, I would enjoy her secretary, too.

I slipped into the back of the limo. The naughty secretary, wearing a beige pencil skirt and blue blouse you'd find in an office, scooted over. She patted the seat beside her, licking her plump lips, her green eyes glowing with lust.

The moment I sat down, the secretary was on the floor of the limo before me, her hand shoving up my skirt. President Pope sat across from me, legs crossed, dark eyes intense as she studied me. She didn't flinch as the secretary produced my girl-dick from my boy shorts and engulfed it in a single inhalation.

"Damn," I groaned as the enthusiastic secretary bobbed her mouth up and down my girl-dick. "She's eager for it."

"Indeed," President Pope said, something almost sounding like disappointment in her words. "Jamie has been bouncing with excitement since I asked her to do this."

"It was so hot watching you suck your own dick on the field," Jamie moaned, popping her mouth off my futa-cock long enough to say that sentence. Then she slid her lips back over my shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she worshiped me.

Wet heat swirled around my dick, her tongue dancing. I groaned, my pussy clenching. The delight shot straight down to my cunt. I faced my college's president. The blood raced through my veins. Pleasure swelled through me, the secretary's sucking bringing me closer to erupting.

So I ripped off my baby doll t-shirt, baring my round breasts.

"Is that… necessary, Becky?" President Pope asked as I grabbed my breasts.

"Mmm, so necessary," I moaned, kneading my tits while Jamie sucked and slurped on my girl-dick. My thumbs brushed my pink nipples.

"We have a big problem," President Pope said, not even looking at my nineteen-year-old titties as I fondled them.

"Oh?" I asked, my pussy clenching.

"I've turned a blind eye to your… activities for the last year. I have never seen the harm in consensual sex and, well, none of your many, many lovers have a single bad word to say about you."

"Nope," I gasped then squealed as Jamie shoved a pair of fingers into my juicy pussy. "Ooh, she's a wicked secretary. You totally should have her crawl beneath your desk. I bet she could make that cunt cum so hard with this mouth."

President Pope pursed her lips, her eyes tightening. "But now your antics are going to cost the school money?"

"What?" I asked, heat rippling through my pussy and surging down my cock. My snatch clenched about those probing digits. "How?"

"The FCC will level fines for your… inappropriate antics," President Pope said. "NBC never cut their feed. They broadcast every second of your sideline antics to the world. Every cheerleader you fucked. Every pussy you… bred."

Her thighs tightened.

My pussy clenched on those delicious fingers while my futa-dick throbbed in Jamie's wonderful mouth.

"I had fun breeding those cunts," I said. "I can't control if NBC broadcast it to the world."

Jamie's mouth ripped off my cock. "I need to be bred, too!"

The B word often set women off. I groaned as she moved up my body, her pencil skirt sliding up her thighs as she straddled me, her fingers ripping out of my snatch. I should stop her, but my cock ached to be in her pussy. I needed to focus, but…

Jamie wasn't wearing panties beneath her skirt. I groaned as I felt the kiss of her shaved pussy. Then her cunt slammed down my shaft. Rapture surged through me. I was buried to the hilt in hot, fertile snatch.

"I thought I told you just to suck her cock until I was done talking to her, Jamie," President Pope said.

"Sorry!" the girl moaned. "I just need to be bred so badly."

"Uh-huh," I groaned. "Don't you want to be bred, President Pope?"

"No!" she hissed, her face contorting.

I watched her over Jamie's shoulder, enjoying the secretary's pussy sliding up and down my dick, bathing my cock in her silky cream. I grabbed her rump, squeezing her through her skirt as she gasped and moaned, filling the limousine with her passion.

"So what's the problem for the school?" I panted, struggling to focus on the real problem.

But it was so hard. Jamie's pussy felt so good on my dick. She squeezed her cunt around my shaft as she rose up, the pressure sucking at my ovaries. My girl-cock always responded to a woman in need of my futa-seed.

And Jamie needed it. I could feel her heat. Her pussy ovulated, her ovaries releasing an egg needing to be fertilized by my girl-cum. I shuddered and groaned, kneading her ass and staring at the president. The older woman recrossed her legs, her arms folded before her. Color spotted her cheeks. Her jaw clenched, her eyes smoldering.

"We'll talk when you're… less distracted."

I smiled at her and moaned. "Ooh, yes, yes, yes. Your secretary is so naughty for riding my dick in the middle of our conversation. I'm going to breed her snatch."

President Pope recrossed her legs again, shifting.

"I'm going to pump so much of my spunk into her pussy," I purred. "I'm going to breed her. She's going to be dripping with all my jizz. She's going to have my baby. Isn't that so hot?"

"Yes, yes, yes, isn't that so hot, President Pope!" Jamie moaned, her snatch squeezing down on me. "I want her baby so badly. Ooh, her cock is so huge. I've never had a dick so big."

"Just stretching out your cunt, right?" I asked, my fingers digging into her rump again.

"Uh-huh," she whimpered.

President Pope's lips moved. I didn't hear what she said, but it looked like, "Slut."

"Yes, yes, yes, slut," I purred, my hands hauling up Jamie's skirt. I exposed her rump and gave the watching woman a view of Jamie's cunt sliding up and down my futa-cock. "Keep working that fertile pussy on my dick."

"So fertile!" Jamie's snatch squeezed down even harder. My clit-dick twitched inside of her. I whimpered, the pressure building. "Just flood me, Becky! I want your baby so badly."

"Every woman does. Every woman wants to be bred!"

President Pope squeezed her thighs tight, her skirt riding up her thighs, clad in nylons. I shuddered, loving the sight of them. She licked her lips, eyes moving down Jamie's body. I felt her gaze arresting on my dick.

She leaned forward ever so slightly.

"Oh, yes, Jamie," I moaned. "Ooh, you're going to explode on my cock, aren't you, slut? You're just going to erupt."

"So hard!" Her voice came out as a throaty hiss. Her pussy slammed down my dick, engulfing every inch of me.

My cunt clenched. My ovaries grew tighter and tighter. President Pope watching only swelled my pleasures faster. I hurtled towards my orgasm. I squirmed as my dick ached more and more in Jamie's silky pussy.

I leaned back into the limo seat, my head looking up at the ceiling as my pleasure built and built. I concentrated on it. I heard a whimper.

It didn't come from Jamie.

I smiled, my ovaries about to boil over. Jamie slammed down my dick. Then she rose up me, the silky friction caressing my shaft. The pleasure sent a hot rush down my cock and rippled through my ovaries.

"Fuck!" I gasped as my ovaries unloaded my passion.

Blast after blast of my fertile cum pumped into Jamie's pussy. I groaned, my futa-seed filling her, my little sperm swimming for her egg. She gasped and impaled her cunt down my shaft, engulfing me in every inch of her hot twat.

She came.

"She's breeding me, President Pope!" howled the secretary.

Ecstasy crashed through my mind. Her pussy writhed about my cock, milking my dick. I whimpered and groaned. My entire body quivered. My cum fired into her snatch. Spurt after spurt flooded her.

My gaze washed across the limo and… Froze at the sunroof. I shuddered at the sight of it, a wicked idea bursting through my mind, propelled by the rapture pumping out of my futa-cock and washing out of my pussy.

"Oh, yes, President Pope, she bred me," Jamie moaned, slumping against me after the last blast of my cum erupted out of my cock.

"I assume you can talk now?" President Pope said, her voice so tight and throaty.

"Mmm, can you?" I asked. "Don't you want to be bred?"

"No!" she hissed, so much emotion in her voice. Her cheeks blazed scarlet, an almost maiden's blush contrasting with her matronly bun. She shifted, her breasts swaying in her chartreuse blouse.

"We can talk," I said as Jamie climbed off my dick. She sank back to the floor to lick at my wet shaft, cleaning up her pussy juices off of it.

I stayed hard, my dick throbbing, and faced the president of my university. "Okay, so why is this bad?"

"The FCC won't just fine NBC," she said, her thighs squeezed so tight together. She leaned forward, her breasts swaying. I had a glimpse of her cleavage, the top button of her blouse undone. "They'll fine the college, too. It will cost the school millions of dollars."

I winced. Millions? The school wouldn't let me cheer again. I loved it. Breeding the other team's cheerleaders, making them fuck our school's players, cuckolding the Duck's quarterback. And all while 60,000 or so people cheered me on.

"The school can't afford that," President Pope said.

I frowned, looking out the window. We were still in the parking lot working our way out. Everyone was leaving. It caused huge backups. It could take longer than the ten minutes Jamie rode me to get out. There were so many people here.

So many people all pumped up by me. Eager to see me. Many came because they knew I would be here and…

"You need a way to monetize me," I said, giving her a look. "That's why you're here. If it was just banning me from cheerleading, the college's athletic department could have done it. No, no, you want to use me to make the school even more money."

"Why do you think that?" she asked, her thighs squirming together, nylons whisking. Her hands gripped her skirt, knuckles white.

"Because you put me on our school's brochure for the 2018/2019 school year," I said. "Without my permission."

"You gave permission when you signed your admission paperwork," she said.

I waved my hand, shivering as Jamie's tongue fluttered through the folds of my pussy now, her hand fisting my dick. "You advertised that the world's first futa was here. You used me to swell attendance. You made this school something that's in demand. I took an economy class. You can increase tuition and people will pay because the supply is so… small. Me."

"To a point," she said. "We're a public university. Washington's congress would have to approve it."

"Politicians always love more money," I said. "And the games… you can charge more for tickets for games where I cheer. You can make all this money, and the FCC fines, well, won't those just be a… a cost. No different than any other?" I smiled. "It'll be perfect. You saw the crowds. They loved me. You could double the cost of tickets, and they'd pay to watch me.

"I'll make the school so much money."

The limo pulled out of the stadium's parking lot and into the streets. I didn't know where we were going. I didn't care. I leaned forward, certain I had her. Certain she would have that mature pussy sliding on my cock soon.

I loved fucking older woman. So beautiful and graceful. So passionate.

Jamie's tongue jammed deep into my cunt. My pussy clenched on it, my pleasure building in me. The secretary moaned, her hand fisting my dick faster and faster. A smile played on my lips as President Pope licked her lips.

"Just say it," I purred. "Say I can keep cheering. Say I can keep making the University of Washington money.

"Just say you want to be br—"

"I need more!" she hissed, cutting me off before I could say the B word.

"More?" I asked, my dick throbbing as Jordan's tongue fluttered around the crown. Then her wicked mouth engulfed it, sucking so hard on my cock. My toes curled. "How can I give you more?"

"You have to fund-raise for the school," she said, her glasses slipping down her nose as she almost lunged at me. She stayed seated, but she thrust her body forward. Her breasts swayed in her chartreuse blouse. "I need you to get the boosters to donate more. The alumni."

"Gladly," I moaned. "I'll… I'll have those dinners. You know, the ones people pay money to attend to support politicians." I gave a wicked laugh. "$1000 a plate or whatever so some rich dude can watch me bang and breed his wife." I grinned at her. "I'll get you all the money you need. That will offset these pesky fines."

"Good," she moaned, her body shaking. She licked her lips, her thighs crossed so tight.

"Now… why don't we get to what you really need from me." I pushed on Jordan's head. The secretary whimpered as I moved her from my dick. But she didn't object. Not after she already went for a ride on it. After I bred her. "It's time for you to get bred, President Pope."

A shiver ran through the woman. Her eyes stared at my cock.

"Twenty years…" I said. "I bet your pussy is as tight as a virgin's. Doesn't your naughty hole deserve to have fun?"

"I have my toys," she answered.

"Toys," I said, rolling my eyes. I shook my cock at her. "Do you have a toy that will pump you full of my fertile seed? That will breed that hot hole between your thighs."

She licked her lips.

"You don't. Nothing comes close. You want this. Just surrender to your lusts. Let your body enjoy something for a change. We're in a limo. Let's have fun, President Pope."

"It's so amazing, Cherie, "Jordan said. "You'll cum so hard. You'll feel like a million bucks after she's bred you." The secretary rubbed her belly as she stretched out on the floor, staring up at the roof of the limo. "Mmm, she planted a baby in me. Don't you want that?"

The older woman whispered a single word.

I frowned, leaning forward. I didn't hear it over the sound of the limo driving through the streets of Seattle. "What was that?"

"Yes." Her eyes hardened as she shot me a blazing look. Then she spat out, "That's what you want to hear? You want to hear how I'm burning to fuck you? Is that it, Becky? You just want every woman in the world to be your whore?"

"I want them to feel the pleasure of my cock," I said, arching an eyebrow. "But if you don't want it, I can get out of the limo."

"I. Want. It." She spoke each word so clipped. Her hands went to her blouse. "I want your damned cock in my cunt. Once a week, you will report to my office and fuck me. If you don't…"

"Oh, I will," I purred as she peeled off her top, exposing the plain, white bra beneath. It was so boring. This woman deserved better. She reached behind her, freeing her round breasts. They were still so lovely, not as firm as a younger woman, but with plenty of shape. Her nipples dusky and hard. Then she hiked her skirt, drawing up her nylon-clad thighs.

A pair of boring, white panties bled through her nylons. I shook my head in disgust. She truly did deserve something better than that. It was disgraceful what she wore. She should embrace her hotness. She was a gorgeous woman.

I sighed, knowing I would make her feel like such a woman.

So I slipped off my seat before her. I slid my hands up her thighs. She froze, staring down at me. Her eyes widened at my touch sliding up her pantyhose-clad thighs. I gave her such a wanton smile as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her nylons. I pulled them down until I found her panties, then I drew those off, too.

I exposed her dark-brown bush, an untamed jungle hiding her pussy. I leaned down, breathing in, caching her tart musk, that scent of womanly passion. Her breasts shivered as she sucked in a deep breath. Her thighs tensed along side me.

Then I nuzzled into her silky bush. Her strands caressed my lips and cheeks. I savored that wonderful kiss as I explored. My tongue lashed out, brushing her vulva and the edge of her slit. I adjusted and found her petals. I lapped again, gathering her tart musk.

"Becky," she said, something like awe in her voice. Her hard expression melted. "Oh, Becky, that's…"

"Nice?" I asked her, arching an eyebrow. Then I licked again, dragging my tongue up through her folds to find her clit. I brushed it, making her gasp. She shuddered on the seat, her hips squirming. "Mmm, I'm glad it's nice. Because you taste good."

I licked again, reveling in the wondrous delight of her pussy. Her hot flesh stained my tongue. I fluttered through her, her heat spilling over me. She let out such womanly sounds as she squirmed. The limo seat creaked as the pleasure moved her body.

My futa-dick ached and throbbed. My own pussy grew so hot. My juices ran down my thighs and shaft, the teasing trickle making my skin feel so alive. I lapped again through her pussy. And again. I parted her folds.

Then I dove into her hot flesh.

She shuddered, her breasts jiggling as I probed into her tight cunt. Twenty years without anything but her fingers or dildos sliding in here. No one else had touched her since… since she was my age. This poor pussy.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs, my hands clutching her silky flesh as I fluttered my tongue through her depths. I stimulated her flesh. I teased and caressed her labia, loving her pussy. She whimpered, making sounds that almost sounded foreign like she had never made them.

But she wanted to know.

She gasped and groaned, humping against me. Her ticklish bush caressed my lips as I concentrated on pleasing her. I danced my tongue through her folds. I made her shiver and gasp. Her delight rippled out of her and poured into my mouth. I drank it down as I licked and lapped.

"Oh, Becky," she said, eyes so wide. "Oh, Becky… That's… That's so good. Ooh, yes. Ooh, that's nice. I… I…"

"You're going to cum," I purred before I sucked on her clit.

She gasped and bucked. Her hands seized her breasts as shock exploded across her face. Than her juices bathed my mouth. This wondrous flood of tart passion flowed out of her. Her cream poured into my mouth as her gasps filled the limousine.

She shuddered, her thighs squeezing so tight about my face. Her passion squeaked out of her. She squirmed so hard on the seat. It was so incredible. It made my futa-dick ache so much. She whimpered through her first real orgasm in two decades.

I wasn't even born the last time she felt this. If ever.

"Oh, Becky!" she groaned. "Oh, fuck me!"

"Mmm, I will," I purred and then stood up. I couldn't reach my full height, not anywhere close. I pushed a button and the sunroof opened. I stretched out through it, baring my tits to Seattle. The cool, autumn air kissed my hot flesh. "Come on and let me fuck you."

"What?" she gasped, trembling. "But… but… People will see us."

"Uh-huh," I said, staring at the street. "They will. That's what makes it so hot. They're going to see us and envy us. Lust after us. And you need to be lusted after. You are a gorgeous woman, President Pope. Be proud of your body."

"Just come and fuck me in the limo," she moaned. "Come breed me."

"You want a baby, then you join me," I said. "I'm not coming down. This is my condition. If you want me fundraising, I need to fuck you where people can see."

"You are such a wicked thing," she moaned.

"Uh-huh," I purred, my pussy clenching. The limo stopped at a light. I looked at the pedestrians on the sidewalk. I winked at one, my round breasts swaying before me. "Evening."

A guy gave me a shocked wave. His girlfriend's jaw dropped.

President Pope stood up before me, my futa-dick rubbing down her back to her rump. I shuddered at the feel as she joined me, her shoulders hung. I hugged her, rubbing my tits into her supple skin, my nipple throbbing. Her butt-cheeks clenched about my girl-dick, holding it like a hot dog in a naughty bun.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she whimpered, her hips wiggling from side to side.

"This is why I'm going to fund-raise billions for the university," I said, moving my hips.

More people watched us, gathering on the sidewalk. I loved it. Phones came out. Cameras flashed as my clit-dick slid out of her crack and nuzzled at her jungle bush. When I found her hot pussy, I thrust my arm up into the air and rammed forward.

"I'm fucking her with my futa-dick!" I howled as the limo pulled forward through the intersection.

President Pope's pussy clamped down on my girl-dick. She groaned, leaning over. Her cunt felt so tight on my girl-dick, hot like a virgin's sheath. My eyes widened at the delicious feel of her wrapped about me. It was incredible. I shuddered as her hips wiggled, stirring my cock around.

The watchers shouted as we left them behind, but new people saw us. Traffic flowed slowed through Seattle. I fucked the president of my college with hard, slow strokes. She leaned forward, arms braced on the roof of the limo, her tight cunt clenching on my cock. My tits bounced before me, heaving with my passion, exposed to the world.

I waved at the pedestrians as I pumped my hips. Pleasure rippled through me as I drank in the attention. It was so amazing. Our gasps and moans echoed down the street, mixing with the sound of cars. Some honked. A black car kept pace with us, the driver staring out the window, his eyes so dark as he watched.

"Holy shit, that's hot!" he groaned as I fucked her. "You got a strap-on or something?"

"Futa-cock!" I answered. "I'm going to breed her."

"Yes!" gasped President Pope, her pussy clenching down so hard on my thrusting dick. Her hips rotated. "Oh, yes, she's going to breed me."

Saying those words changed something about her. Her pussy grew hotter. She didn't just let me fuck her. She fucked me back. She worked her hips, slamming her cunt back into my thrusts. My crotch smacked her rump, an echoing sound rising around us.

I loved it. I stroked her sleek back, my tits bouncing before me as I worked my girl-dick in and out of her cunt, moaning out the city of Seattle. Pussy juices ran down my thighs, my twat growing so hot as my cock drank in the silky embrace of the older woman's snatch.

Then Jordan's head pressed between my legs from behind. Her hands stroked my thighs as she nuzzled into my blond bush. Her tongue fluttered through me, stimulating me, adding to the delight rushing through my body.

"Oh, god," I moaned as the naughty secretary's tongue worked deep into my cunt. She swirled it around, making me quiver. "Oh, that's so naughty. Ooh, you wicked minx, yes, yes! Just keep doing that! Stir me up!"

Her tongue fluttered through me. She gave me so much delight. She wiggled her tongue through me as I fucked her boss so hard. I pounded the president of my university with hard thrusts as she bared her tits to the world. She screamed out her passion.

"Fuck me! Breed me! Yes, yes, ram that dick into me! Ooh, you futa-slut!"

Streetlights and traffic signals bathed her supple back in amber, greens, and reds. I stroked her skin, loving the feel of her skin beneath my fingertips. Her pussy squeezed tight about my clit-dick, adding delight to Jordan's tongue dancing through my folds. My hands found the president's tits. I squeezed them.

I buried into her pussy and groaned. My back arched. My pussy convulsed. Cum fired out of my dick. It spurted into the older woman's fertile pussy. The pleasure screamed through my mind. I cried out to the streets of Seattle, groping her breasts.

"I breeding her!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped, her back arching. Her pussy convulsed about my dick.

I shuddered, my juices pouring out of my cunt while hers milked my futa-cock dry. I whimpered, Jordan lapping at my folds, stimulating me. Drunken delight surged through me. I shook and swayed. I never wanted this to end.

I just wanted to cum forever.

Cameras flashed, recording this moment forever. The moment I bred President Pope. I loved it, my tits heaving, the last drops of my cum spurting into her pussy. I swayed out the top of the limousine, my body buzzing with rapture.

I loved being a futa.

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April 17th, 2047

"That photo went viral," I said. "it was after that that my phone blew up. Social media almost drowned me in notifications."

"I can only imagine," Adelia said. "I have a team to manage mine. I couldn't keep up."

"Yeah, I had to turn them all off for a while." I shook my head. "It was also the beginning of the paparazzi. They were following me around. I was forever in the public life after that." I smiled, staring out at the studio audience. "But it has its perks."

They all gave a fond laugh.

"I bet it has," Adelia said. "And it wasn't long after that picture was taken that you had your first live interview with Amelia McCreery."

"Yep, she went to work for CNN almost immediately after NBC fired her for letting the Husky game broadcast live to America." I smiled, my futa-dick throbbing. "Now that was a shocking experience."

"I bet it was," Adelia purred.

To be continued…

The World's First Futa–Futa's Public Delights Chapter Two: Futa's First Naughty Trick

The World's First Futa

Futa's Public Delights

Chapter Two: Futa's First Naughty Trick

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Hermaphrodite/Female/Male, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Oral Sex, Breeding, Anal Sex

April 17th, 2047

"So perhaps before we talk about your interview with Amelia McCreery," Adelia, the caramel-skinned talk show host, said, "we should give some background on why NBC fired her."

"Right, right," I said, loving how her hand rested on my knee. I couldn't help but stare at her own thighs, just a hint of my pearly futa-cum squeezed out between them as my seed leaked out of her snatch.

I still buzzed from her frantic passion as she fucked me on the couch during the commercial break.

"Our younger viewers would probably be shocked to learn that the U.S. Government," I said, "through the FCC, would fine a broadcast company for showing anything inappropriate. I mean, saying shit or fuck or cunt could get them in trouble let alone hardcore sex. When I was young we had the Janet Jackson boob incident."

"Nipplegate," Adelia asked. "I've read about it, but I was too young for that one."

I nodded my head. "Yep, during the Super Bowl halftime show, her costume 'malfunctioned' and her nipple was broadcast across the country. It was such a huge deal." I shook my head. "So imagine how the FCC freaked out when so much futa-sex was sent out over the national airwaves."

A titter ran through the crowd.

"Yes, this was before the 28th amendment was passed exempting futas from any sort of decency laws or regulations," Adelia added. "Becky couldn't pull out her dick on live television back then when we still had live TV and didn't just stream everything over the internet."

I nodded my head. So much had changed in thirty years. "So heads rolled at NBC for letting my naughty cheer routine shine out to the world, including a producer named Amelia McCreery." I licked my lips. "Amelia McCreery was a fan of mine. I think when she saw me sucking my own futa-dick, she couldn't turn off the feed. She had to share it to the world. And public opinion was on her side. Women, especially, supported my antics."

"Yes, you were already catching the imagination of younger women, but that game capitulated you to a whole new level of fame."

I smiled, remembering how dazed I was when I got the call for the interview. "So much so that CNN, in what I think was a bid to upswell their ratings, hired Amelia McCreery as a commentator immediately and then offered to do a live interview with me. Since they were on cable, well, they didn't answer to the FCC like a broadcast channel, such as NBC, did. CNN saw an opportunity to make money, and they leaped on it."

"Things got naughty?" Amelia asked.

I arched my eyebrow. "Don't they always? But not how I expected. So I got the call and was invited to come to Seattle and…"

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September 20th, 2018

I arrived at the Channel 7 News studio in Seattle, they were hosting the interview, with my entourage of a few of my friends: Dona, my ex-boyfriend Kurt, Chris and his girlfriend Tiffany, and Hank. They were the ones I was closest to at school. The ones who helped manage my crazy sex life.

"The green room is right this way," Shane, a stocky producer, told me when I arrived. "Your friends can hang out with you in there and watch on the monitors."

"Oh, okay," I said.

I was still so bemused by how my antics had dominated the world for the last five days. It was the Thursday after the Husky game, and every pundit on every news show was talking about it. Almost every YouTube channel from fashion to gossip to actual news commentators had to throw in their two cents in. I was a hero. A harlot. Empowered. Depraved. Amazing. Disgusting.

I was corrupting America.

I was setting it free.

I was so overwhelmed. I had to shut down all my social media accounts. My Facebook and Twitter were just hammered. My phone almost melted from all the notifications. I couldn't ignore this. Some people claimed I broke the law while others were demanding that FCC fine me for millions of dollars. But then others were demanding for the FCC to repeal their obscenity rules or claimed what I did wasn't obscene at all.

But beautiful.

I agreed with them.

So when CNN reached out with me and offered me a live interview, to tell my own side of the story, I was so eager to take it. To be interviewed by sober journalist, one of their male commentator (and I insisted that it was a male commentator; I didn't need to get more pussy) would be perfect. I could get out ahead of this. Get everyone to calm down.

So I bred an entire squad of cheerleaders on live TV? I was a futa. That was just how it was with me. My pheromones put women into heat. They just had to be bred by me. Somehow, I stimulated their bodies into ovulation. Every woman I fucked, as far as I knew, had a child.

Already I had hundreds of daughters with more being born every day.

"This is so exciting," Dona said as we followed Shane through the hallways of the news studio. The brunette had such an excited look in her eyes, her nose ring glinting as it pierced her nose. "Glad I found a babysitter for your daughter, Becky. Thanks for setting it up, Kurt."

Kurt shrugged. It was almost a year since the pair broke up and it looked like they were getting past that awkward stage since the game. I thought it was a shame they broke up. I liked Kurt. He was my first, and only, boyfriend. I wanted him to be happy. But he was hung up on his step-sister. I didn't think his current relationship, a long-distance one, would last. "Yeah, my mom doesn't mind. She's already got hers and my sister's child to take care."

"She's just so sweet to watch our daughters so we could be here for Becky," Tiffany said, rubbing her belly. The blonde had a big smile on her face.

"That sounds complicated," Shane said. The producer glanced at me over his shoulder. "You really have all the kids they say?"

"Basically," I said as he turned and walked us through the studio.

I felt so important as I walked with my entourage through the studio. People paused to look at me. Now I was like a movie star or a pop star. It hit me then. I was famous now. I had the paparazzi flooding the University of Washington all eager to catch pictures of me getting wild with various women. Tabloids were filled with pics of me accompanied by headlines like:

World's First Futa Caught Having Sex on the Quad!

World's First Futa Has Illicit Sex with a Married Woman!

World's First Futa Has Wild Threesome with Professor!

World's First Futa Hosts an Orgy in her Dorm Room!

That last one was just my typical Sunday afternoon. I loved having orgies in my dorm rooms, fucking any woman who wanted it, watching everyone else writhing around me. I didn't mind any guys that wanted to join the fun. If the girls were willing—and since I made them all so horny, they usually were—what was the harm?

Cumming was just the best, and guys deserved to get off as much as me.

"Okay, just in here," Shane said, opening a door labeled green room. "Just hang tight. You're not up right away."

"Okay," I said, trembling.

"There's some snacks, and the makeup girl will be here soon."

"Wait, makeup girl?" I gasped. "Isn't there like a gay guy or something? I mean… don't you know what will happen to her?"

He shrugged and headed off.

"You're getting some nookie," Dona said, a naughty grin on her lips.

Kurt laughed.

"Lucky her," Tiffany said while Chris, her boyfriend, nodded his head. The nerdy guy had a huge grin on his face. He loved watching me fuck other girls, particularly Tiffany. He had a thing for futas when they were just figments of Japanese comic book artists—mangaka was the correct term according to Chris—imagination.

I just sighed and slipped into the room. Well, some pussy would probably calm my nerves. Kurt showed me that when he offered up his new girlfriend, Kristina, for me to fuck before the last Saturday game. It calmed me right down breeding her Black pussy.

The green room looked like a living room. And one with ugly furniture. I frowned at the olive-green couch next to the bright-orange chair. Nothing matched. It was so eclectic, like the station had just thrown whatever they could scrounge in here. I guess if you had to save money, it might as well be off stage.

"Not bad," Kurt said, sitting down on a chair.

"Ooh, cocktail wieners," Chris said, snagging up a Vienna sausage on a stick and popping it into his mouth.

"Something familiar for you," Dona said, giving him a wink.

"Every guy has a small wiener compared to Becky," Chris said without caring. He sat down on the other recliner and Tiffany draped her lithe, blonde form over him. She looked way out of the nerdy guys league, but they had bonded over their mutual delight in me, surrendering to their lusts in my first ever class I attended once I became a futa.

It was hot fucking Professor Rider before the entire class.

I sat down and considered the food stretched out before me. I gravitated to the platter of cheese and vegetables. I snagged a piece of celery and dipped into the ranch dressing. I took a bite, leaning back, my dick throbbing beneath my skirt. I was growing hard.

Makeup girl…

I licked my lips, tasting the ranch, and smiled. I pulled up the purple skirt I wore, exposing the lilac boy shorts. I couldn't wear normal panties, they were too tight to constrain my big cock. But boy shorts were delicious, just feminine enough to make me feel sexy but with the room to be mostly comfortable. My nipples hardened in my bra. I pulled out my dick, stroking it as I squirmed on the couch.

"Going to stroke one out?" Kurt asked while Dona stretched out on the couch beside me.

"I'd be more than willing to use any part of my body, Becky," she said, leaning forward, her small breasts constrained in a red bra that bled through the tight, black, mesh top she wore. Her nipples were already hard. "You know that."

"Me, too," Tiffany said as she squirmed on Chris's lap. "I could suck you off while Chris fucks me."

"Just getting ready for the makeup girl," I said. "She's going to need to do my hair and makeup, so might as well get the sex out of the way."

Kurt just shook his head. "Is that how it really is for you now, Becky? Just assuming you're going to get your dick wet?"

"Well, it's reality," I said, recoiling from his words. "You know how women are. You've been around me a for year. It's not that I'm arrogant or anything."

"I didn't say arrogant," he said. "I meant… blasé."

That didn't sound much better. I opened my mouth to object to the label when the door opened. A young girl, my age, with blonde hair ending in dyed-purple tips walked in. She held a case in one hand, not unlike a fisherman's tackle box, the other a phone she stared at. She was petite, a tight belly shirt clinging to her small breasts, a jean skirt hugging her waist. She took two steps in, inhaled, and froze.

Her eyes flicked up. The brilliant, blue depths locked on my futa-cock.

"Hi," I said, fisting my girl-dick. "I thought we would just skip right to the fucking so you could get my makeup done."

The girl licked her lips.

"You're going to love it," Dona said beside me, squirming, her hands sliding up beneath her tattered jean skirt she wore. Her short, brown hair gave her an elfin look. "Trust me."

"Yes," Tiffany moaned, her blouse already open, her round breasts cupped in Chris's hands. He ducked his head down and suckled, drinking her mother's milk.

The girl's eyes darted around the room. Her knuckles squeezed tight about her makeup case. Her entire body trembled as her eyes darted around the room. She swallowed. Color flushed her cheeks as she stared at Chris nursing at his girlfriend's tit to Dona rubbing at her cunt and moaning in delight.

"I… I…" the makeup girl stammered.

"I know, I know, you don't even know me," I told her, my thumb rubbing a drop of precum across the tip of my dick.

Her eyes locked on my shaft.

"But, like I said, I'm Becky. It's nice to meet you, makeup girl. This is my futa-dick." I parted my pussy lips with my other hand, my silky folds drinking in the feel of my fingers. "See, I have a pussy, too. Now drop those panties, and I'll squirt a nice, big load of cum into your pussy."

"My pussy?" she squeaked.

"Don't you want to be bred by me?" I asked.

Her blue eyes widened. Saying the B word around women in heat always did something to them. It tripped some sort of programming buried deep in a woman's brain, some leftover instinct our race had long discarded in our evolution that my mutation somehow tapped into. She shuddered, dropped her tackle box, and threw herself forward.

A year ago, I would have been utterly embarrassed and even felt guilty for driving a woman this wild with lust. But now… Now I just enjoyed the ride. I let go of my cock and put my hands behind my head, smiling at her.

"Damn," Kurt muttered, sitting up in his seat. His blue eyes were wide. He ran a hand through his red hair as the makeup girl trembled before me.

"You're going to really breed me with this dick?" the girl moaned. She grasped my dick, stroking up and down my shaft.

I winked at her.

"It's so big," she moaned.

"You can take it," Tiffany whimpered.

"God, you can," Dona moaned. I heard the wet sound of her fingers plunging into her pussy. "Just go for a ride, makeup girl. You'll cum so hard."

The girl's hand clenched about my dick. She stroked up it, a bead of precum squeezed out the slit. She reached the pinnacle, brushing the crown. I groaned, the pleasure surging around me. I let out a grown.

"You are going to cum so hard on my dick," I moaned as her thumb stroked across my spongy crown. "I'm going to pump so much spunk into you. I'm going to breed you so hard."

"Oh, my god," she groaned and hiked up her jean skirt. She wore a bright-red thong beneath. She yanked it to the side, a gold ring glinting as it pierced through her clitoral hood. She had a shaved pussy, her vulva plump and red already, juices flowing.

Then she mounted me and impaled her cunt down my dick.

I groaned as her hot, tight cunt engulfed my cock. I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut for a moment. Every pussy felt different. Every one a new delight for me to experience. She gripped me hard in the middle of her snatch, so tight right there. I shuddered as she worked her silky hole up and down my cock, stimulating me, driving me wild.

She squeaked and gasped, pumping so hard. She fucked me with abandon, holding nothing back. Her blonde hair, with pink-frosted tips, danced about her flushed face. Her blue eyes fluttered as she rode me so hard. Her pussy gripped me, squeezing so hard.

"Oh, my god, you're going to breed me!" she howled. "I can't believe this. I wasn't going to fuck you. I promised myself I wouldn't. But… but… Oh, yes, yes, yes! This is a dick! This is the best dick ever! It's huge."

"Mmm, and full of futa-cum," I said, my hands still clasped behind my head, not touching her, letting her enjoy my dick however she wanted.

"Damn, that is so fucking hot," Dona moaned, trembling beside me. "Ooh, it's making me lactate."

I glanced at her, noticing the dark stains bleeding through her bra. She arched her back, her thighs clamping down about her wrist as she frigged herself. Seeing the pleasure cross my friend's face only enhanced the bliss engulfing my cock, spiced the pleasure racing down my shaft.

Kurt leaned forward in his chair. He braced his elbows on his knees, his hands folded before him, knuckles clenched hard. His blue eyes stared with such intensity on my futa-cock vanishing over and over into the makeup girl's cunt.

"She is just riding you so hard and fast."

"Uh-huh," the makeup girl groaned. "I… I told myself I wouldn't do this. I wouldn't fuck you, but… but… I want to be bred by you so badly, Becky!"

"I'm going to give you a baby," I moaned, my breasts jiggling in my bra. I shuddered, the pleasure rushing through my body. "Just keeping working that cunt up and down my dick, and I'll give you all the spunk you want."

"Yes!" she hissed, her cunt squeezing down hard as she impaled her pussy on my dick.

"Damn," Tiffany whimpered. "She's so passionate. I remember my first time with you, Becky. Ooh, Chris, you remember? During the orgy?"

"Yes!" he groaned. Then she squealed as I heard the wet sounds of suckling again.

The makeup girl didn't care that my friends were watching her ride my dick. She just wanted my cum pumping into her. I could feel it in the intensity that she rode my dick. Her hands gripped my shoulders, squeezing me through my silk blouse, my blonde hair brushing her hands.

She leaned back, shifting how her pussy massaged my dick. I groaned, pleasure surging through me. She had such an incredible grip. She drove me so wild. I groaned and gasped, shaking my head as the pleasure spilled through my body. My eyes rolled back into my head. I wanted this to keep surging through me. My pussy squeezed tight as her cunt worked up and down my dick.

"I'm going to cum!" she howled. "Oh, my god. I've never cum this fast. This is so much! It's Becky! It's the futa! She's real, and she's going to breed me! Oh, my god, she's going to breed my pussy so hard!"

"So hard," Dona moaned. "Oh, girl, you just need to explode on that dick!"

"Uh-huh," I groaned, my futa-dick aching and throbbing in the depths of her cunt. It was incredible. "Just keep working that pussy up and down my cock. Mmm, just like that. You love it. you want my futa-cum spurting into you."

"So badly!" the makeup girl gasped. I didn't even know her name, but she was fucking me so hard.

She slammed her snatch down my shaft. She engulfed every inch of my girl-dick with her hot pussy. I groaned, my eyes widening as I savored that hot silk hugging my dick in her hot passion. I let out a naughty whimper. The pleasure surging through me. It was such a delight. My eyes squeezed shut, bracing myself against the pleasure.

Then she squealed out in delight and exploded on my shaft. The makeup girl went off like such a hot firecracker. Her pussy spasmed and writhed about my shaft. She bucked on my shaft, spasming so wildly, her blonde hair dancing about her shoulders.

"Breed me!" she howled. "Just pump that cum into me!"

Pleasure surged around my shaft. She worked her convulsing pussy up and down my dick, still riding me hard even as the ecstasy surged through her body. Her face twisted with rapture, her blue eyes glassy with her lust. My eyes fluttered as her cunt milked my shaft, so hungry for my cum. I couldn't resist.

My ovaries gave her what she craved.

"Fuck!" I gasped as I erupted. "Take it!"

"You're breeding me!" she howled as my futa-cum fired out of my girl-dick.

"She is," Dona whimpered beside me.

"Yes, yes, yes, breed her, Becky!" moaned Tiffany. "This is so hot. Just flood her! Put a baby in her."

I was. My hot jizz spurted into her with such power. It erupted out of me with such a primal force. Each ejaculation sent a bolt of lightning screaming through my body and sparking into my mind. I howled, my cunt convulsing, juices gushing out into my boy shorts. I whimpered and moaned, my eyes fluttering.

The makeup girl sank her pussy down my entire dick. She impaled herself on me as her pussy spasmed so hard. She wrung out every drop of my cum into her hungry cunt. She leaned back, her tits jiggling in her top, her hair falling off my shoulder.

"Yes, yes, yes! You're breeding me, Becky!" howled the makeup girl. "Oh, this is so hot! This is amazing! Fuck, yes!"

"I am! Take it!"

"Take it," Kurt echoed, his voice thick and throaty.

My body bucked and spasmed as the pleasure coursed through me. My heart thudded. My body squirmed. Such delight burned through me. Such hot passion coursed through my veins. It was so intense.

Her pussy milked me dry. It was so greedy for every drop of cum I had. Pleasure flowed through me. I sucked in deep breaths as I panted, a big smile on my face. I felt so relaxed. So ready for my interview now. My body buzzed with rapture.

"Oh, my fucking god," she groaned as she came down from her high. "I just… I just did that. I just fucked Becky!"

"Uh-huh," I panted.

"You fucked her hard, girl," Dona whimpered then she squealed beside us. Her face contorted as she found her own bliss.

The makeup girl blinked a few times. Then she shook her head, her eyes widening like she just realized what she did. Her pussy squeezed down hard on my cock. Then she slid off my dick, my cock popping out of her cunt. Panting, shimmed her skirt back down to cover herself.

"That was nice," she said, stretching her back. She had a big smile on her face. "I'm glad I did that, Becky."

"Me, too," I breathed, ready for the interview.

She gave me a wink then sauntered towards the door. I frowned as she walked past her tackle box makeup case. She didn't even look at it. She just grabbed the doorknob, twisted it, and opened the door.

"Um…" I started to say.

Without a word, she slipped out of the green room. I blinked at that. Wasn't she the makeup girl? Did she need to get something?

"That was weird," Dona panted, her tits heaving.

"Was it?" Chris asked.

Tiffany rode his dick now, her ass flashing from beneath her bunched-up, black skirt. He gripped her rump her blonde hair falling down her back. I licked my lips at the sight of that rump, my futa-dick throbbing, drenched in the makeup girl's cream.

"Yeah, it was a little weird," Dona said.

"Probably wanted to clean herself up," Kurt said, leaning back in the chair now. My ex shifted his jeans, his cock bulging the front.

"Naw, girls like the feel of Becky leaking out of us." Dona pulled her fingers out of her pussy. "Right, Tiffany?"

"Definitely," the blonde moaned, her voice so throaty. "Oh, yes, Chris, I love your cute dick in me. It's so small. It makes me miss Becky's dick so much."

"Yes, yes, you need to fuck the futa while I watch," Chris groaned.

Dona looked at me and shook her head, mouthing, "Weird."

I shrugged. It took all kinds of people.

"Wish she stuck around," Kurt muttered.

"Looking to get a little strange pussy?" Dona purred.

Kurt didn't answer.

"What would that Black girl you're dating think?" asked Dona.

"We broke up," Kurt said. "She got what she wanted: bred by Becky." He said the words so calm, like it didn't matter. Like he got what he wanted, too. Sharing her with me? Being there when I bred her cunt?

"That little bitch," Dona said. She shook her head. "Or did you call out your sister's name while in bed with her?"

"Don't start that fight again," I muttered. "I am so sick of it. If you two can't play nice, I'll separate you."

"I can play nice with Kurt," Dona said. She slipped off the couch onto the floor and crawled to Kurt. She reached my ex, her ex, I rubbed at his jeans. "Want me to suck your cock, Kurt? Relieve that pressure? An apology for being a cunt."

Kurt look down. "If you mean it, sure."

"I mean it," she said. "I didn't mean to be a cunt." His zipper rasped. She shook her rump covered in her jean skirt at me.

My futa-dick throbbed.

Well, I didn't know how much longer we had, but… I was getting bored. And Dona was such a nice friend. She was more than willing to help pass the time. I caught a glimpse of her pulling out Kurt's small dick, my pussy remembering that night a year ago when he came in me and everything changed.

I smiled, stroking my pussy-slicked dick as I advanced on Dona. I fell to my knees behind her, my futa-dick smacking her ass. I loved the way her butt-cheek rippled. The sound it made. Giggling, I lifted my futa-cock and smacked her again.

"Bad Dona," I said.

"So bad," she moaned.

Kurt groaned as she sucked on his dick. Pleasure crossed his friendly, handsome face. I grinned and smacked my cock on Dona's rump again. She wiggled it, inviting me to do it again and again. I couldn't resist.

She just had such a cute rump.

It made such a wicked sound with every smack. Her butt-cheeks rippled. I groaned, tingles racing down my cock to my pussy. My tits bounced in my blouse. The tip of my dick ached as precum flicked from the end and painted her ass in ropy lines.

SMACK!

My cock landed right into her butt-crack this time. Her wiggling just lined it up right. I groaned, sinking in between those cute buns. I groaned at the feel of her cheeks squeezing around my shaft. I shuddered, enjoying the naughty embrace. I felt her puckered sphincter on the bottom of my shaft.

I glanced at Kurt. Grinned.

He nodded back.

Dona couldn't object. She had a mouth-full of our ex's cock. Not that she would as I pressed my dick at her velvety asshole's entrance. I shuddered, pushing on her tight hole, the precum lubing the way.

My dick slid into her wonderful asshole.

"Ooh, I'm going to be interviewed by this Mr. McCreery with a dick warm from your ass, Dona," I moaned. "Hot, right?"

She squealed about Kurt's dick.

"Sounds hot to me," Chris panted.

"You think everything I do is hot," I panted, thrusting so hard into my friend's tight rectum.

Tiffany giggled, a squealing sound, then moaned, "Oh, yes, he does. It makes his cute, little dick so hard in my pussy. Mmm, you're going to make me cum with a that cute dick, aren't you?"

"So hard," he groaned.

The sweet sound of their kissing mixed with the depraved, slick noise my cock made ramming into Dona's asshole and the slap of my crotch spanking her rump. Dona whimpered, her hips rotating, her bowels clenching down on my dick. She bobbed her head, sucking and slurping.

I loved it. Her brown hair swayed about her face as I fucked her, forcing her head down Kurt's dick. My ex's moans rippled through the air as we shared Dona. We used her together, fucking her so hard. It was so amazing. I shuddered, my dick aching in her depths.

"You're going to pump so much cum down her throat," I panted, my tits bouncing beneath my top.

Kurt groaned, "Not as much as you're going to pump into her asshole."

"Don't compete with a futa," Chris panted. "You'll lose."

"Every time," I said.

"Yeah," Kurt grunted. "Damn, Dona, suck it. Just work that mouth on my dick. Fuck, I'm going to cum hard."

"Yes, yes, make him cum hard," I moaned, thrusting harder into my friends wonderful bowels. Her tight grip sent velvety delight spilling up my shaft to my juicy pussy. "You're going to gulp down all his cum. Apologize with that mouth."

Dona squealed, her hips bucking back into me. I loved it. Her bowels clenched on my withdrawing dick, that hot grip teasing me. I thrust forward, hammering hard into her bowels. She squealed again, trembling before me, her supple back arching.

Then her asshole writhed about my cock. Her velvety flesh rippled and writhed about me. My eyes squeezed shut as I savored the heat billowing around me. I grunted at the delight of plowing into her cumming bowels. She moaned about Kurt's cock, almost whimpering.

"Jesus, did you already cum, Dona?" Kurt groaned, his blue eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck, you're sucking so hard."

"I know!" I gasped. "I think she loves anal. She came like a firecracker."

"And now she's trying to suck all the cum out of my balls."

"And my ovaries," I whimpered, the writhing bowels stimulating my dick.

I slammed deep into her bowels. I buried to the hilt in her, a hot tremble racing through my body. My passion burst out of my throat as the pleasure surged through my pussy. Juices gushed out of my cunt as my cum erupted.

"Take it!" I howled, spurting hot jizz into my friend's asshole.

"Yes!" snarled Kurt, joining me in rapture. "Oh, fuck, Dona. Your mouth… Work that mouth."

We were both cumming. We flooded Dona's holes with our jizz. The rapture surged through me, warming me up, getting me pumped for the interview. It was only minutes away. I couldn't wait to tell my story to the world. To let them meet the world's first futa.

"Damn, Becky!" Kurt groaned, that familiar voice I heard so many times when we were dating, when I was blowing him.

My gaze lifted to meet his. Kurt's blue eyes caught mine in a hard grip our orgasm spilled over us. The rapture burned through my mind as I froze. Despite the ecstasy surging through, and out of me, those eyes arrested me.

Memories of all the times I gazed into this eyes and thought he was my future. For a moment, I fell into that old belief that we would grow old together in our home with the white picket fence and—

"Yes, yes, yes, cum in me, Chris!" Tiffany moaned. "Oh, god, yes!"

The sounds of her orgasm drew my attention away from Kurt. My eyes stung and my throat suddenly felt dry. Despite the buzzing bliss shooting through me, I didn't feel amazing. I felt… empty. Hollow. I threw a look over my shoulder at the couple writhing on the chair, Tiffany squirming, the pair kissing, loving each other.

They had that future together. They would love each other. Would I ever have that? Women wanted to fuck me, but none wanted to love me? I had friends who cared for me, but even Dona, single for most of the last year, didn't show any interest in being my girlfriend.

Would I just have endless, meaningless sex with women? It was hot. I loved it. A lot. I savored sliding into a woman's pussy. Of fucking her with all my might. It was so deliciously naughty to breed a woman—especially an older woman while her husband watched. But would I have anyone to share it with?

Not another futa. No other woman had mutated like me. All the other futas in the worlds were my infant daughters.

I sighed and looked away from Tiffany, my gaze flashing across the room back to Dona's ass and—

Movement caught my attention. There was a TV mounted on the wall on the opposite side of the room. The sound was muted, but the screen was on. I hadn't noticed it from where I sat on the couch, but from here it was…

"The fuck?" I muttered, frowning.

"Huh?" Kurt asked, his voice throaty from cumming down Dona's throat.

"The makeup artists is on the TV," I said.

Kurt turned his head. "Huh. That's weird."

Dona's asshole clenched about my softening dick. She popped her mouth off Kurt's cock to look up. There on the screen was a close up on the makeup artist. Then it shifted to a wider shot showing her talking to a woman wearing a mauve blouse and gray skirt. The two were almost facing each other on what looked like a talk show set. The makeup girl looked flushed like she just…

"Remote's on the table," Chris said.

I turned around and spotted it next to the platter. I lunged for it, pulling my cock out of Dona's asshole, and snagged it. I fumbled to find the mute button as the pair were talking about something.

I pressed and heard: "—let's play the clip."

The image shifted to the makeup girl standing before a camera. "Hi, I'm Jordan Teller, producer for the McCreery Report." She held up a medical paper. The screen shifted to an insert of it as Jordan continued saying, "This here is a doctor's report from twenty minutes ago proving that I'm not pregnant."

I could read it on the paper that she had a gynecological exam and the doctor wrote down, "No evidence of pregnancy. Patient reported her period ended three days ago. Ovulation has not occurred."

"Now, Becky Woodward has just walked in," Jordan continued to the camera as the image faded back to her, "and people claim women just have to have sex with her and are instantly impregnated by her. I think that's a load of crock. I swear that I am not going to have sex with her at all. I've never met her. I'll testify that in court."

"What is going on here?" Tiffany asked, squirming on Chris's lap.

I blinked, my brain struggling to understand that very question as the screen now showed Jordan walking towards the green room holding that very makeup case she left behind. She opened the door and slipped in. It cut back to the studio look of Jordan and the other woman.

"Well, your vow not to have sex with Becky Woodward lasted all of five seconds," the strange woman said, older, in her early thirties, black hair framing her narrow face. She had a bold nose and lush lips.

"I know," Jordan laughed. "I mean, she just had that dick out and she said breed and… I just went baby mad. Her friends weren't much help. They were egging me on."

"The fuck is this?" Kurt asked, frowning at the screen.

I didn't know. I stood up, my futa-dick swinging before me.

"Let's roll the clip," the show's host said. "And be warned, we're about to show graphic depictions of sex."

I let out a gasp of shock as the image changed to this very room. There I was pulling out my futa-cock, stroking it as I slouched on this couch. Dona was beside me, and you could see Kurt watching me while Tiffany and Chris were just in shot fooling around. My head shot to the corner of the room and… There was a camera pointed right at me. Not a big one, but one of those small, security ones.

"They were watching us?" Tiffany asked.

"Ew," Dona said, standing up from where she still knelt between Kurt's thighs.

He zipped up his cock.

"What is going on?" I muttered.

My clit-dick throbbed hard, engorged by the image, as I watched an encore performance of Jordan riding my cock, my arms thrust behind my head, such a cocky look on my face. I squirmed, not sure how I felt about this. They… set me up?

Should I be furious?

The image on the screen arrested my gaze. God, Jordan had a great ass. Her thong was buried between her butt-cheeks. Her rump flexed and writhed as she worked her tight cunt up and down my dick. We were both moaning and gasping. And it was over so fast. She came like a firecracker, milking my dick.

Then it cut back to the studio feed and Jordan parted her thighs, showing off her thong soaked with pearly cum. "Let me tell you, the stories are correct. She's huge. She pumped more cum in me than a dozen guys. I am swimming in her seed. No wonder she breeds every woman she has sex with."

"It looks like it," the host said, her voice throaty. "And coming up after our break, we'll sit down with Becky herself." The host shivered. "We'll see if I, before all of you live, can resist fucking her cock."

A strange, angry surge shot through me. It was like… they were using me. This was so blatant. They were advertising that they were going to show me having sex. Why didn't they ask me? Why should I let this… this host just fuck my cock? Why should I breed her?

Fuck her. And not literally, metaphorically.

I was fuming.

"What are you going to do, Becky?" Kurt asked. He stood up, his face hard, stony.

I folded my arms before my chest. I opened my mouth to answer when the door opened. I whirled around to face Shane. The producer didn't look perturbed at all to see me with my futa-cock thrusting out before me.

"Okay, Becky, we're ready for you," he said. "Let's go."

"Good," I said, words clipped, my blood boiling through me. I wasn't hard at all. I would stay soft. For once, I wouldn't have sex with a woman aching to be bred!

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April 17th, 2047

I had forgotten just how angry Amelia McCreery's trick had made me. It was so interesting the way time affected your memory. It blunted things, softened them so they didn't seem as bad as they felt, but talking about it again, being in the green room and realizing I was secretly being filmed…

I glanced to the side at my wife, Sharron. Her blue eyes caught mine. Just staring into them, seeing the love in her eyes, the support, banished those lingering traces of anger. It happened so long ago, thirty years. It wasn't anything to start fuming about now.

I smiled at her as I saw my future in her eyes. I was so glad I met her. It took me a while to find her, and I had a lot of fun until I did, but it was worth it.

"Wow, I had no idea that anything like that happened behind the scenes," Adelia, my current interviewer, said.

I turned back from my wife, a smile crossing my lips. "I know. It was a stunt. All for the ratings."

"It looks like it." Adelia recrossed her legs, her thighs sticky with my cum. My futa-dick ached and throbbed at the yummy sight. Why be angry about something in the past when it lead to something so good anyways? "Well, I can honestly say I never secretly filmed a guest having sex in the green room."

"Shame, I remember that time me and you were in the green room."

A smile crossed Adelia's lips. "We made our daughter that day."

An "awwwwwww" sighed from the watching audience.

Adelia straightened her back and rapidly blinked her eyes with her long, lush lashes. "Well, you were angry, and rightly so. You were going to go out there and show her you were not a futa to be messed with."

"That's right," I said. "I was ready to show her I wasn't about to be pushed around."

To be continued…

The World's First Futa–Futa's Public Delights Chapter Three: Futa's First Naughty Live Interview

The World's First Futa

Futa's Public Delights

Chapter Three: Futa's First Naughty Live Interview

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Hermaphrodite/Females, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Domination/submission, Breeding, Ass to Pussy

April 17th, 2047

"So I have a question for you, Becky," Adelia said, her hand stroking my thigh with such a familiar fashion, "and I am sure all our viewers and in-studio audience are wondering the same thing."

"Shoot," I said, my clit-dick aching beneath my skirt. I felt the eyes of the world on me at this exact moment even though Adelia leaned her caramel-hued face closer to me, invoking an intimacy reinforced by our recent fucking during the commercial break.

"Given your effect on women who haven't been bred by your girl-dick yet, how did you keep Amelia McCreery from just pouncing on you he moment her lusts overwhelmed her?"

I arched an eyebrow. "Are you telling me, Adelia, that you haven't watched the interview yet?"

Her hand squeezed my thigh, sending a naughty thrill down my leg. "Well, of course I have. But I'm asking for those who haven't. I mean, it's a twenty-nine-year-old interview. I have a feeling the younger generation hasn't even heard about it. So, for their edification, why don't you enlighten me?"

"Well, I planned on doing it on sheer willpower," I said. "But… I have a hard time resisting a pussy in need of being bred, too." I shivered, my girl-dick throbbing in skirt.

"Breed me, Madam President!" a woman howled from the studio audience.

There was a reason a barricade was erected between us and the audience, a screen of metal that didn't block their sight of me, but kept them from being able to rush the stage. And held far enough back, my pheromones would only just reach them.

"So I came up with a plan on the spot." I glanced off-stage to where my young wife, Sharron, watched. I motioned to her.

Her blue eyes blinked. She pulled her fingers out of her mouth—she was sucking my futa-cum off of them she was scooping out of her pussy—and strolled forward. Her strawberry-blonde hair bounced about her shoulders as she strutted onto stage while the cameras were streaming the interview. The previous times were during the commercial breaks.

"So," I said, "you all know my lovely bride."

A loud cheer erupted from the studio audience. Sharron beamed at them, waving, her left hand cupping the swell of her baby bump. She was pregnant with our third child, the only woman I'd bred more than once. The super ovulation only happened that first time with women. After that, birth control and natural cycles appeared to work normally with my futa-seed.

"So, with her help, I'll show you what I did," I said and pulled up my skirt, unveiling my girl-dick to the live broadcast for the first time. I shuddered as I grasped my cock, stroking it in my firm hand. I stared out at the shrieking audience, a big grin on my lips.

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September 20th, 2018

"Put that bitch in her place," Dona hissed, my brunette friend angered to learn that our sexual antics in the green room, waiting to be interviewed by CNN, were secretly recorded and used as part of their show.

When the "makeup girl" came in, I thought it was only natural that she lost all control for my futa-cock. Every woman did the moment they came withing sight of my nineteen-year-old cock. They breathed in the pheromones I exuded which, though no doctor was sure, caused them to go into heat. They just had to be bred by me, ovulating despite any birth control or what time they were in their cycle.

So Jordan, the "makeup girl," lost control. She rode my dick hard, bouncing up and down my shaft. She was just so eager to be bred. She craved it, her hot pussy squeezing and massaging my dick. She wanted me to erupt into her. She wanted to be flooded by my jizz.

And I pumped her so full of my girl-spunk. Then the moment she came, she skedaddled. Didn't stick around to do my makeup or anything. I thought it was weird. My entourage—my ex-boyfriend Kurt, Chris and his girlfriend Tiffany, and my friend Dona—were all as bemused as me. I didn't give it too much mind, thinking that people reacted differently to losing control of their lusts.

Though I never met a woman who regretted it.

So imagine my shock when I noticed a TV in the corner of the green room that was muted but showing the CNN show I would be appearing on. I was told a man would interview me, but a woman named Amelia McCreery was running the show instead interviewing Jordan. The "makeup girl" was really a producer who was supposed to not have sex with me, and if she did, to see if she would conceive.

It was a setup. CNN wanted to show live sex. No doubt they wanted to capitalize on the fame surrounding me since I cheered at the Husky college football game five days ago. Didn't they care about FCC fines?

Or did that not apply to cable channels?

Furious at being tricked, at being secretly recorded, I fumed as another producer, named Shawn, beckoned me to follow. Amelia was ready to interview me. The woman would, on live TV, try to resist the urge to have sex with me.

Well, I would make sure she didn't. I would make her interview me like she was supposed to.

With my futa-dick throbbing before me, thrust out through my boy shorts, my skirt bunched around my waist, I marched after Shawn. My hands clenched into fists. I would show this Amelia McCreery!

She wouldn't get to fuck my cock until I let her. If she thought she could just ride my dick and gain a name for her, or that she could record my friends and I having sex the way the paparazzi did, then she was so mistaken.

"Oh, my," a woman gasped as I marched behind Shawn.

A young girl in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, a clipboard in hand, gasped. She backed away into the hallway wall of the Channel 7 Studio here in Seattle. The local news channel was hosting CNN's crew and broadcast so I could stay here in Seattle. Her cheeks burst with color. Her eyes shot right to my dick. She licked it, that lust burgeoning in her.

She wanted my dick in her. She didn't know why. But she could feel that itch forming in her. That need to be bred by my futa-cock. And my shaft twitched. My pussy clenched. My juices flowed and my ovaries ached.

I wanted to breed her.

And then it hit me. How was I going to stop Amelia from just mounting my cock right there during the interview. She would ride me the same away Jordan had only ten minutes ago. Amelia would slide her pussy up and down my dick, not caring it was fresh from Dona's asshole.

Worse, I wouldn't stop her. I couldn't stop her. I would just be so horny for it. I would let her get away with her trick without even making her beg for it. Because I was just so hard for it, too. Because I had no self-control either.

I needed a plan.

We reached the studio. The crew were all men, some operating cameras, others holding boom microphones that thrust out over the stage and hovered over where Amelia sat getting her face touched up by a male makeup artist with an effeminate form in skinny jeans. He had a waist slimmer than my own. Other man moved cables out of the way or had headphones over their ears, talking quietly into them.

They all glanced at me. Jaws dropped as they men saw how hung I was. The gay guy glanced at me and tried to look apathetic, like he'd enjoyed bigger, but I could see the envy in his eyes. And Amelia… The black-haired woman shuddered, her eyes lancing on my cock like a hawk staring at a rabbit. She licked her lips, her bold nose quivering. Her narrow face only helped to give her that bird of prey look, that hunger for my futa-dick.

She would be on me in a second. She might not even wait for me to get there.

"Uh, Becky, I just need to mic you," a young man said, his head fixed ahead with a rigidness even as his eyes kept twitching down. "Okay?"

"Yes," I said.

I needed a moment to think. I had to do something about my cock. What? The young man fumbled to attach the lapel mic to my bodice and shove the battery pack into the back of my skirt. My dick twitched and throbbed before me and…

I spotted Jordan lounging nearby, her blue eyes fixed on me. She pursed her plump lips as her hips wiggled around in memory of how she danced on my girl-dick. I smiled at her, cocking a finger. She sauntered to me, her small breasts quivering in her tight t-shirt, her nipples poking hard against the fabric. It was clear her left nipple was pierced.

"Yes, Becky?" she asked, her voice throaty.

"You were very naughty," I told her, grabbing her pierced nipple through her top. "Weren't you?"

"Sorry." The girl squirmed. "It was all Amelia's idea. She thought it would be a good idea to show the effect you have on women and…" Jordan shook her head, her blonde hair, the tips frosted pink, danced about her shoulders. "What you do to women is impressive. I was all set not to fuck you, but the moment I walked in… I just had to bred."

I twisted her piercing, feeling the barbell through the material. "Mmm, yes, you did, you naughty whore. And I need more help. Luckily for you, you're going to feel amazing doing it."

"Really?" she asked.

"Okay, Becky," Shawn said, "we're about to come back from commercial break. Amelia will introduce you. When she looks off stage at you, that's your cue to walk on and take a seat next to her."

"Mmm, got you."

"And, uh, you don't have to put your, um, penis away, but you can," he said, his voice growing even tighter.

I gave him a smile. "Isn't my cock why we're here?"

"Yeah, it's going to be a ratings bonanza," he said. "Did you see the football game? The moment word hit that you were having sex, more people turned into the game then any other single broadcast since the final episode of M*A*S*H. You caught people's imagination."

"I hadn't, actually."

"Well, Nielsen wasn't releasing it publicly, but…" He nodded his head. "There was a huge spike from when the broadcast of the game start with 208,000 people watching to the height of your fun where 131 million had tuned in to witness your fun on the field."

"Wow," I said, blinking in surprise. 131 million? Holy shit.

"Mmm, I bet they were," purred Jordan, her hand stroking my dick, making me ache. The pleasure shot down to my pussy, the heat growing in me.

"Welcome back to the McCreery Files," Amelia purred, her voice so smooth. "Our next guest exploded across the TV sets of America last Saturday. Becky Woodward is nineteen and the world's first futanari, caused by some sort of unknown mutation that has doctors baffled a year later since her changes. Some call her the next stage of human evolution, others a demon sent to corrupt the world into sin."

"Maybe I'm both," I said, fixing my eyes on her, feeding my anger. She would not get to touch my dick without groveling."

"Every day, women in the greater Seattle metropolitan area give birth to her daughters, futanari just like their mother. Whether she's the next stage of human evolution or not, it is clear that she is the start of something new for the human race.

"Something invigorating." She drew in a deep breath, her cheeks spotting with color. "Now we heard from our producer, Jordan, that she tried to resist Becky Woodward's attraction. And I shall do the same. I will focus on interviewing her and resisting any sexual urges to be bred by the world's first futa.

"We'll see if I'm successful."

She said that last part almost with a joking tone to her voice. I ground my teeth.

"So let's welcome Becky Woodward."

I took a deep breath and marched forward, my futa-cock thrusting out before me. It bounced with my footsteps, my tip throbbing and aching with my heartbeat. I shivered, my pussy clenching. Jordan gasped my name as I dragged her behind me by the nipple.

Amelia's eyes glanced at me. At my dick. She shifted, her lush thighs crossed before her. She was in her late twenties or early thirties, her blouse cut to show some shoulder and her plunging cleavage, her breasts looking like delicious and round. She flicked her tongue across her lips.

Then her eyes narrowed. Confusion flashed across her face as I stepped onto stage, the bright lights warming my face and dick. I reached the plush chair tilted to half-face her and half-face the cameras. I sat down, my hand sliding down Jordan's torso from her breast to her waist.

"Um…" Amelia swallowed. "Well, I'm shocked that you brought Jordan back out with you."

"Are you?" I asked as I hiked up my skirt. "I mean, you wanted to have the world see my handwork and…"

I smiled as I unveiled young woman's thong soaked in my cum. I pushed the thin cloth to the side and groaned at the sight. Jordan had a pierced clitoral hood, the gold ring smeared in my cum. Her pussy lips were engorged, her pussy shaved. A sweet musk mixed with my salty cum filled my nose as I breathed in. I rubbed my finger through her pussy lips, gathering my own spunk on them.

I popped the fluids into my mouth on live TV. I shivered, loving my own flavor mixed with the girl's sweet cunt as I stared at that cameras. I reveled in the public display of my naughty actions. I shivered and moaned.

"Mmm, that is good," I said.

"Er, yes, I imagine it is," Amelia said. She swallowed, her eyes flicking down to my girl-dick throbbing before me. She squeezed her legs tight, her pantyhose whisking together. "And I think the world can all agree, that was a delicious thing to witness."

"I hope so," I said.

"Well, thank you, Jordan," Amelia purred.

The blonde girl blinked, her blue eyes glossy. Then she went to leave. But I caught her wrist with my left hand while my right seized my girl-dick. I yanked her back at me. She gasped as she stumbled then fell onto my lap. My futa-cock nudged into her rump, left exposed by her hiked-up skirt. She shifted around on me, my tip sliding into her butt-crack.

I moved my hands as she squirmed, Amelia's dark eyes bulging. I found Jordan's thong nestled between the cheeks of her ass. I pulled them aside and pushed my dick down through her crack until I felt her puckered butthole.

"Oh, my god," Jordan groaned as I pulled her down my dick.

Her hot, tight asshole engulfed my girl-dick. I groaned, my toes curling in my shoes, my pussy clenching as the velvety heat gripped my futa-cock. She bottomed out on me, her bowels clenching down hard as she whimpered. She squirmed, stirring her anal sheath around on my dick.

Amelia's jaw dropped. I hugged Jordan tight, holding her impaled on my girl-cock. It was so amazing being in her. My shaft drank in the minute shifting she made as she squirmed. Her bowels squeezed and relaxed, massaging me with her anal heaven.

"Oh, my god, she's in my asshole," Jordan moaned. "Oh, wow, that's amazing. Oh, Becky, yes!"

"Mmm, there we are," I said, resting my head on her shoulder, glad the girl was shorter than me. I glanced at the cameras. "Thank you, Jordan."

"You're soooooo welcome." Her asshole clenched down hard on my girl-dick. "Ooh, this is a treat to have you in me. And in my asshole this time."

"Becky!" gasped Amelia. "Really? Why are you doing this?"

"I thought you wanted ratings by showing the world futa-sex?" I said, looking at her and giving her a sweet smile. "Behold, futa-sex!"

Jordan let out a moan.

"But… but…" spluttered Amelia, her thighs squeezed so tight together her face swelling red. It spread down her throat. "I meant… I mean…"

"Plus, this will only help," I continued. "You vowed not to have sex with me but to interview me. Well, clearly you can't have sex with me if I have my futa-cock buried in Jordan's asshole, right?"

"Well, no," Amelia said, her voice so throaty. She shifted in her chair.

I grinned at her. "Now, you may have noticed I'm in Jordan's asshole and not her pussy. See." I slid my hands down to the girl's exposed crotch. I pressed her thong to the side and found the folds of her pussy. I pried them apart, my fingers brushing her pierced clit. She whimpered on me. "I am clearly in her asshole."

"Yes, you are," Jordan purred, leaning back against me, my nipples throbbing as she squirmed. I wished we were both fully naked so I could feel her supple skin.

"And you slid easily down my cock, didn't you? Despite the fact I didn't put any lube on my cock."

"I did," Jordan gasped. "Ooh, wow, I heard it takes lots of lube and can even hurt. I've never wanted to do it. This feels amazing. How did you do that? You weren't lubed."

"Yes, how did you do that?" Amelia asked, her voice throaty.

"Futanari, apparently, produce ten times the amount of precum as a guy when we're horny. It's more than enough lubrication for vaginal sex, let alone anal." I shivered. "Very useful when I feel like enjoying another hole."

"I bet it is," Amelia said, her back so straight now. She had her hands clasped tight together, knuckles growing white.

"So there's lots of… theories about you and how you… drive women wild for your futa-dick," Amelia said, her eyes almost glassy.

"So wild," Jordan murmured.

"Oh, I have heard so many of what caused me to become a futanari, but the doctors are certain its the pheromones that I release that cause women to go into heat around me the first time they meet me."

"Heat?" Amelia swallowed. "You make it sound like we're all female dogs."

"Bitches?" I asked, arching her an eyebrow. "Well, Amelia, do you feel like being my bitch right now? If I asked, would you get on your hands and knees and let me fuck you doggy style?"

She shivered, her nipples poking so hard at her blouse. She licked her lips and shivered. Her legs recrossed, her nylons whisking. Then she said, "So it's the pheromones that send a woman into hyper-ovulation?"

She ignored my request.

"Yes," I said, shifting, enjoying Jordan's asshole about my girl-dick. I played with her clit-piercing, smearing pussy cream and my cum across the ring, making Jordan whimper and shift on my shaft. "It prepares a woman for the moment my cum spurts into her pussy. So she can be bred by me."

Amelia squeezed her eyes shut for a moment.

"I mean, anyone who watched me fucking the Oregon Ducks' cheerleaders during the game on Saturday had to notice Sabrina, the first one I bred, begging me to fuck her even though I had my dick fucking her asshole. She didn't care how dirty it was." I smiled at Amelia. "She just wanted to feel my cock sliding into her cunt and spurting my cum into her. She would let me do anything.

"Which included slamming my dick into her cunt without cleaning it first. A little ass to pussy."

"Oh, that's so kinky," groaned Jordan, shuddering on me.

"Yes, it is," Amelia said, her voice so tight.

"Mmm, and she loved it. She screamed off her pretty, little head while I fucked her doggy style." I paused, staring at Amelia. "While I fucked her like she was a bitch." I arched my eyebrows at the woman.

She swallowed and let out a whimper.

"So, tell me, Amelia, what do you think? You've breathed in my pheromones." I tugged on Jordan's clit piercing. "Are you hyper-ovulating right now? Are you going to into heat so you can be bred like a bitch by me?"

She cleared her throat. "I, uh, well, I have no idea what my body is doing right now," she said, struggling to sound professional. But she had this hungry look in her eyes as she stared at Jordan squirming on me, my fingers plunging in and out of the girl's juicy snatch. "So, you joined your school's cheer squad. I'm surprised the administration let you."

"Well, President Pope is a big supporter of me and what I represent," I said. "She just loves my futa-dick. I'm sure you saw that pic of us." I jammed a third finger into Jordan's pussy, making her asshole squeeze down on my dick. "You know, the one where I'm pumping her pussy full of my fertile seed.

"Breeding her."

Amelia licked her lips, a shiver racing through her body. "Well, yes, I have seen that picture. But what I meant was, your school faces swift penalties from the FCC. There are more than a few, the president included, who are vowing to make an example of your school if you cheer again."

"Well, I plan on being on the field for Saturday's game against the Stanford Cardinals," I said. "I know those Stanford cheerleaders are eager for it. They've already texted me begging for me to breed their entire team on the sidelines. The University of Washington won't be bullied by the Federal Government. Not when so many girls need to be bred."

Amelia swallowed while Jordan's asshole clenched on my dick.

I pumped my fingers faster and faster in and out of her sloppy cunt, driving my own futa-cum deeper into her depths. She squirmed, her back rubbing against my nipples, stimulating them through my top. Delight shot down to my pussy. My cunt grew hotter, my girl-dick throbbing inside her bowels.

"And won't your school be driven bankrupt by such reckless actions?" Amelia asked, her voice so tight. She rocked in her seat. Not much, but just enough to make her chair twitch and her black hair sway about her features.

She recrossed her legs.

"We're holding fundraisers to deal with the fines. In fact, the first one's Friday night. For $1000 a plate, you can come meet me, have a great dinner, and catch a delightful performance by Seattle's own Macklemore." I looked at the camera. "For you rich men out there, I will breed all your trophy wives and mistresses. I will pump them full of my spunk while you watch, spanking it hard. You know you want it. Right, Amelia?

"You want it, after all?"

"W-want what," she moaned, her rocking increasing. She looked like she had to pee. Or had to be fucked.

"To be bred. That's why you invited me on the show. So that the entire world could witness it. So you could have a huge boost to your ratings while I filled your naughty cunt up with all my naughty seed."

She let out a moan.

"What was that?" I asked, digging my fingers deeper into Jordan's pussy. "I didn't hear you?"

"I… I…" she swallowed. "I would love to be bred by you, Becky."

"Even though my dick is currently in Jordan's tight, dirty asshole?"

"She's so deep in me, Amelia," Jordan moaned, her pussy clenching down on my fingers, her bowels about my girl-dick. "Oh, God, she's going to make me cum just from fingering my snatch. This is so hot."

"Yes!" Amelia gasped. "I would. I would let you breed me while the entire world watches." She shuddered, her face burning. Her eyes shot to the camera, staring out at the world watching live. "Everyone is correct about her. She does make women go into heat. It is this amazing sensation building in me. My entire body is quivering. My pussy has never been wetter. And I mean pussy. Not a vagina. Not right now. Its a dirty, naughty cunt that needs a futa-dick fucking it so hard. I want Becky's futa-cum spurting into me.

"Breeding me. This is an incredible feeling. I can't fight it. I would do anything."

"Anything?" I asked. "Like admit that you brought me here by lying to me?"

She hesitated.

"You told me that I would be interviewed by a man," I said. "Then you filmed me and my friends having sex without our permission. You set this all up for this huge rating boost, didn't you?"

"Well…" she said. She shuddered in her chair.

"If you're not honest with me, well, I'll just enjoy Jordan's asshole for the rest of the interview. It's so tight and hot." I let out a purring moan. "And soooo dirty. Ooh, my cock feels positively filthy buried to the hilt in her asshole."

"So filthy," she moaned, her bowels squeezing down on my girl-dick. Then she lifted herself up my shaft, caressing me with her velvety embrace. She slammed down it, my crown throbbing inside of her.

"Oooh, yes, I would be happy just erupting into her tight asshole and calling it an evening. She's more than enough for me."

"Yes, yes, I did this all for the ratings!" Amelia moaned, her hands shooting to the bottoms of her blouse. She worked them down fast. "I wanted to be bred by you. Ever since I read your Rolling Stones interview, I've wanted this. I've ached for this. It's consumed me. It's driven me wild. I just had to be bred.

"So I leaped at this opportunity to do it and advance my career. I sacrificed so much last Saturday letting the broadcast continue live, ignoring the phone calls from my bosses. And now I'm going to benefit from it!"

She ripped open her blouse, exposing her teardrop-shaped tits to the world. They heaved and jiggled. Her dusky-brown nipples thrust from wide areolas, stretched into slight ovals by her heavy tits. She whimpered, her hands attacking her skirt now.

"Please, please, Becky, breed me!" she moaned, tearing her skirt down her thighs, revealing that she wore thigh-high stockings, a black garter belt, and nothing else beneath it. She had a trimmed bush soaked by her juices. She stood up, the cameras trained on her, the male crew all watching with such hungry eyes.

"Crawl like a bitch and apologize to me with that hot mouth," I moaned. "You're my bitch now, aren't you? My bitch wanting to be bred!"

"Yes!" she gasped, falling to her knees, her tits swaying like plump pendulums.

Jordan whimpered and squirmed, moaning, "You are so hot Becky. I love it. She's actually crawling to us."

"Uh-huh," I whimpered, my heart thudding in my chest.

The host crawled across the floor in her nylons. The cameras moved, one pointing right at her swaying rump. I shivered, knowing the viewers at home were getting quite the naughty look at her muff. She moved between my legs.

"Becky, I am so sorry for tricking you and filming you without—"

"Bitches don't talk," I said. "That's not how they apologize. They use their tongues."

"Tongues? You…" I heard her give a sharp intake of her breath. "You want me to lick your pussy."

"I want you to apologize with that naughty, lying tongue of yours," I moaned, squirming on my seat, my dick throbbing in Jordan's asshole.

Amelia's lips kissed at my inner thigh. I groaned, my cunt clenching as she came closer and closer to my snatch. I shivered, my eyes squeezing shut as she smooched closer and closer to my snatch. My heart pounded in my chest. I sucked in a deep breath, the blood coursing through my veins. This was so much.

This was so hot.

I ripped my fingers out of Jordan's cunt as Amelia came closer and closer to my pussy until she was nuzzling into my wet bush. Then I gasped as she swiped her tongue across my snatch. Jordan shuddered atop me while my dick throbbed in her tight bowels.

"Oh, wow, Becky, this is such a naughty sight," groaned Jordan. "She has to rub her face into my pussy to lick yours. Ooh, yes, I love it."

"Mmm, enjoy," I groaned. I knew I would.

Amelia's apologizing tongue felt incredible lapping through my folds. She dragged it up and down my snatch, caressing my hot folds, making me shudder and groan. Pleasure shot up to the tip of my dick. It pulsed in Jordan's asshole. The blonde whimpered, her hair swaying about her shoulders right before my face.

Then she gasped, her bowels squeezing down so hard on my dick. She whimpered and moaned while Amelia's tongue probed into the depths of my cunt. She swirled it around, fluttering it, driving it wild inside of me. She put so much effort into apologizing.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's it," I groaned. "Show the world how sorry you are by making me cum in Jordan's asshole."

"Please, please, yes!" groaned Jordan. "And keep rubbing that nose into my cunt. Ooh, it's so perfect."

"I bet," I gasped, my orgasm building so fast inside of me. This was so hot.

My gaze shot to the cameras. It was like the game all over again, but I was so much more aware of being filmed. The cameras were so close to me. They moved, the male operators all capturing different angles of Amelia's apology.

She wiggled her tongue so deep into my cunt. She moaned as she fluttered that delightful organ in me. She stimulated me. Made me whimper. My toes curled as I shuddered. The heat shot up to the tip of my futa-dick, building there, aching to explode out of me.

Jordan's clenching and relaxing bowels didn't help. She stimulated me as she squirmed on my lap, teasing me with her velvety delight. My moans grew in my throat then burst out of my mouth. I shuddered, that ache swelling.

Amelia's tongue felt so good in me.

"That's it, bitch!" I gasped. "I… I…" My eyes squeezed shut. "I forgive you!"

My orgasm exploded through me.

My futa-cum spurted into Jordan's tight asshole. Every blast sent a powerful shock wave of rapture through my body. My legs spasmed. I whimpered and moaned out in throaty delight. Ecstasy slammed into my mind. My thoughts collapsed beneath the heat.

Amelia's tongue stirred through my convulsing pussy. She stimulated my spasming flesh as my cream flooded out of me. I groaned and gasped. My entire body quivered. My moans ripped from my throat.

"Such a sweet apology!" I gasped as my orgasm peaked.

"It's the best!" gasped Jordan, her bowels writhing about my girl-dick as she joined me in ecstasy. "Oh, Becky, you're awesome! I love this!"

Amelia pulled her mouth from my pussy. "You'll breed me now?" she gasped. "With your dirty dick? You'll breed my bitch-pussy?"

How could I say no? What anger I felt was drowned out by the rapture of my orgasm. "Mmm, yes. Jordan, hop off. Thank you for your help."

"Ooh, it was all my pleasure," she moaned.

I whimpered as she rose off my dick. With a wet plop, my futa-cock spilled out, bouncing before me. I smelled the sour tang of hot bowels. Jordan staggered away, my cum spilling out of her asshole, staining her crack.

The crew watched with such hungry eyes as I rose, my futa-dick thrusting before me. Amelia turned on her hands and knees. She presented her rump at me, toned and firm. Her legs were spread. Juices dripped from her bush, splashing on the vinyl floor of the studio set.

"Breed me with that amazing cock, Becky!" she moaned, staring at one of the cameras. "Let the entire world see how amazing your dick is!"

I fell to my knees behind her, my dick smacking into her rump. I shivered at the thudding impact. I hefted my dick and spanked her naughty butt-cheeks, going back and forth. Precum flicked from the end, splattering clear drops across her back.

"You were so naughty," I moaned, "but I forgive you. I want you to have my baby, too. I want to breed you so badly."

"Yes, yes, yes, breed me!" she groaned. Her back arched. "Please, please, just ram that dirty cock into my bitch-pussy!"

I maneuvered my clit-dick down across her rump. I shuddered at the transition from satiny skin to silky bush. I probed into her pubic hair and found the hot folds of her pussy. Her labia spread with greedy ease around my thick tip, her snatch so wet for me.

Which was perfect because I needed to clean off my dick in her. Just like I did with Sabrina.

I slammed forward into her bitch-pussy. Her cunt clenched about my cock. I whimpered in delight as I buried into her. My eyes rolled back in my head. It felt so good to be in her. To slide into her juicy depths with my dirty cock.

"I'm going to pump you full of so much jizz," I panted as I drew back my cock.

She squeezed down hard, her silky snatch buffing my dick clean. My tip throbbed and ached, drinking in the friction. Pleasure radiated down my shaft and through my body. I trembled, my blouse rustling. I gazed right at the camera as I rammed back into her, my crotch smacking into her firm rump.

I stared at the world as I fucked her. I pounded her hard, pumping away with every ounce of passion I had. I plowed into her bitch-pussy with such force. I made her whimper and groan. She shivered, her snatch squeezing down on my futa-dick with such passion.

I pumped away hard, fast. I pounded her. I drove my girl-dick to the hilt in her. I made her groan and gasp. It was so incredible. My breasts heaved, my nipples rubbing against my blouse as I reveled in her snatch.

"She's cleaning my dirty cock with her bitch-pussy!" I moaned to the world. "Ooh, she's so tight and hot. She wants it bad!"

"I do!" gasped Amelia. "Oh, yes, ladies! You need to be fucked by this futa-cock! You need to be bred by Becky!"

The silky caress stimulated me as I thrust forward harder and faster. I slammed my futa-dick to the hilt in her over and over. The ache built at the tip as she buffed clean my futa-dick. Her juices soaked my shaft, mixing with my own cream running down my thighs.

She bucked back into me, our flesh slapping together. I loved the sound. Then I heard another, fainter smacking. I frowned then realized it was her teardrop-shaped tits heaving together beneath her. My hands slid up her body, reaching around her, until I found them.

I squeezed them.

Her pussy squeezed my girl-dick.

The friction increased. The pleasure screamed through me as I hammered her. I drove my futa-dick so deep into her. So hard. I plowed her with every ounce of passion I possessed. I groaned and gasped, my back arching, my girl-dick plunging over and over into her. She whimpered and quivered, squeezing her pussy down on my dick.

"Breed my bitch-pussy!" she howled as her back arched.

She orgasmed on my dick.

"Holy shit!" I groaned, staring right into the camera before us. "She's cumming like a whore in heat on my dick!"

"I am!" she hissed, her voice so throaty. "I'm cumming so hard! Oh, my god, Becky! Please, please, spill that seed in me!"

It was so hard not to as I plowed into her convulsing pussy. There was something just so delicious about fucking a hot cunt spasming with such heat. It made me groan and gasp. My eyes squeezed shut. My pussy clenched down so hard. My juices flooded out of me. They poured down my thighs, warming my flesh.

Her pussy sucked at my dick.

Her bitch-cunt begged to be bred.

I buried to the hilt in her. I groaned and my cock erupted. My futa-cum spurted into her depths. I flooded her. I pumped her full of my jizz. Hot, juicy spunk squirted over and over into her. She whimpered, her pussy spasming about my shaft. She milked my cock.

She wrung out every drop of cum while the pleasure melted my mind in bliss. I howled out for the watching world to see as I bred Amelia McCreery's bitch-pussy on live TV.

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April 17th, 2047

"I made her my utter slut on TV, and it landed me so many interviews after that," I moaned, my futa-dick throbbing in my wife's asshole. My fingers dug into her sloppy pussy, loving the way her pregnant snatch clenched and relaxed about my digits. "All the cable news stations wanted me fucking their female talent, all those beautiful women, live on air. They were all desperate for it."

"And I bet you bred them all," Adelia said, her voice so tight, staring at me with such envy in her expression as my wife shifted and squirmed on me, working her tight asshole up and down my dick.

"Oh, God, yes!" I whimpered, my pussy clenching. I jammed my fingers so deep into Sharron's pussy. "And I loved every moment of it. In a week, I had worked my way through every national news anchor and commentator in America."

"Becky!" Sharron gasped, her pregnant body heaving on me. She slid her bowels up my clit-dick, squeezing the entire way. "Oh, yes!"

Her cunt spasmed about my fingers, and her bowels writhed about my dick as she plunged back down my shaft. Her velvety bowels swallowed every inch of my girl-cock in her rectum. Her orgasm spilled through her, hot juices gushing out of her cunt.

I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing in her velvety bowels. The hot massage swelled the ache throbbing across the crown of my dick. My head lounged back. I stared up at the ceiling of the studio, my eyes flitting across the strange racks and scaffolding holding lights and equipment.

"Oh, Sharron, I love you!" I moaned as my cum erupted into her pussy.

That hot, wondrous blast of jizz erupted from my girl-dick. My futa-cum spilled into my wife's asshole over and over. Stars exploded across my vision. Countless millions watched this streamed live across the world, witnessing my passion.

"BECKY!" cheered the studio audience, clapping and whooping and thundering with their excitement.

My left hand held my wife's swollen baby bump while the fingers of my right plunged over and over into her spasming depths. I whimpered and groaned. My futa-cock pulsed and spurted over and over into her body, flooding her with so much of my passion.

I loved it. It was the best. My head lolled to the right as my pleasure peaked. Adelia stared at me, her caramel face twisted with excited pleasure, her breasts rising and falling in her blouse. She licked her lips as she watched me erupt.

"Oh, Becky!" Sharron moaned, slumping back into me. "Oh, wow, honey, that was so hot."

"Yes, it was," panted Adelia. "You're just glowing, Sharron. Pregnant and cumming on your futa-wife's dick. What a contestant you would have made in the Ms. Bred beauty pageant."

"Mmm, she would have won," I moaned, my eyes fluttering. "How could I vote against my own pregnant wife?"

"It was because of this interview with Amelia McCreery that the Ms. Bred Beauty Pageant was created, correct?" Adelia asked. Despite her horniness, she couldn't stop being an interviewer.

"Mmm, yes, I met Carter Mondale, then President of CNN. He pitched the whole idea, inspired by how I made his newest commentator perform on stage. To beg to be bred by me. He thought it had potential to be expanded upon. To make a whole wicked production out of." I shivered. "I completely agreed with him."

"And when we come back from a word from our sponsors," Adelia said, glancing at the camera, "we will talk about the first Ms. Bred Beauty Pageant ever. You won't want to miss it or more as we take a retrospective look on the life, and naughty fun, of President Becky Woodward."

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