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205. WFF Futa's Beauty Pageant

The World's First Futa–Futa's Beauty Pageant Chapter One: Futa's First Naughty Pageant

The World's First Futa

Futa's Beauty Pageant

Chapter One: Futa's First Naughty Pageant

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Female Masturbation, Hermaphrodite Masturbation, Hermaphrodite/Female, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, Voyeurism, Oral Sex, Sex Toys, Pregnant, Interracial, Lactation

Description: The first annual Ms. Bred Beauty Pageant is under way and the world's first futa is there to judge all the pregnant hotties!

Description: Becky, the world's first futa, judges the sexy talent portion of the Miss Bred Beauty Pageant!

Description: To award the winner of her beauty pageant, Becky must be satiated by the three finalists and their naughty toys!

April 17th, 2047

"Welcome back to our celebration of President Becky Woodward's forty-eight birthday," Adelia said as she sat beside me on the small couch. We were over an hour into our interview, streamed live across the internet to the world, and so much naughty fun had happened.

I still buzzed from fucking my young wife, Sharron, up the ass with my futa-cock before we took the last commercial break. My pregnant wife sat in a chair off-stage now, her face flushed, still half-dazed from her orgasmic high even after the two-minute-long pause for the advertisers.

Adelia, the caramel-skinned talk show host, glanced at me. "It is such an honor to have the world's first futa in my studio today. I'm so glad you accepted my invitation to have this retrospective on your life."

"It has been a wonderful time so far," I said. A laugh rippled out of the watching studio audience, a peal of feminine delight. "Especially telling you about my first live interview back when I was nineteen."

"Yes, yes, what a tale that was," Adelia said. "And it is what led to our next topic in your life: Ms. Bred Beauty Pageant. It's like the Miss Universe contest, but only eligible to women bred by you and who were in their third trimester of their pregnancy."

"When they could show off those round bellies," I said, nodding my head.

"So the twenty-ninth Ms. Bred was held just last month," Adelia said.

I laughed, "The first one I was able to judge in eight years. It was one of the things I missed while serving my two terms as president. So I was glad to be able to return."

"Yes, especially since you'll soon be taking office as the world's first president. So no more judging duties again?"

I sighed. "No more judging duties… But the people, mainly the women, of the world spoke. We're going to do something great, but we haven't gotten to that part of my life yet. Right now, everyone wants to hear about the first pageant."

"Ms. Bred 2019," nodded Adelia. "It was such a hot idea.

"I wish I could take credit for the idea, but a far kinkier man then me came up with it."

"You're talking about Carter Mondale, who was then the President of CNN?" Adelia asked.

I nodded my head, my blonde hair rustling about my shoulders. The hair stylist had touched me up between breaks, my do getting a little tousled after having sex a few times already. My futa-dick throbbed beneath my skirt as I said, "He met me after my interview with Amelia McCreery. He was ecstatic about the success of that broadcast. It shouldn't be a shock to anyone that he would propose this naughty idea of beauty pageant.

"After all, he put live futa-sex onto CNN to boost its ratings against its competitor, Fox News, who numbered among my greatest critics."

"Of course, Fox News was having you breeding their female hosts withing a week," Adelia said.

"Principals don't matter when there are ratings to be earned and advertiser dollars to be made," I said.

"Or when a sexy futa with a big, throbbing girl-dick wants to breed your pussy," Adelia added, her voice growing throaty. She pressed her thighs together, streaked with my drying cum from our earlier romp.

"So true," I said, smiling at the TV. "So Mr. Mondale proposed the idea, and I fell in love with it. It turned out to be a lot of work to put together. We had to figure out how to get contestants, what the rules were, the sponsors. Even with Mr. Mondale putting all his business and media expertise to it, I felt ragged by the time March rolled around. I was also cheering for my college, fundraising with the boosters and alumni, giving interviews left and right, and breeding every woman I could in between. My nineteen-year-old self was pushed to her limits.

"But it was worth it," I said, smiling.

"So how did you come up with the contestants? Now a days, with your daughters breeding women, too, it's not just limited to girls you've impregnated so the pool is a lot larger to draw from. But back then…"

"We held twenty qualifying events, glorified talent shows, mostly across the Pacific Northwest since that was where I lived at the time. People who attended would vote on which pregnant girl they thought was the most talented and hottest. The winner would then make the final event, assuming her ultrasound showed that she was carrying a futa. I was so excited when the day finally came. It was a Saturday and I was wearing the most beautiful dress ever…

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March 23rd, 2019

I trembled as I sat down at the judge's table to the right of the stage, my dick so hard, tenting the front of the little, black dress I wore. I felt so glamorous in it with my diamond necklace about my neck, my round breasts on displayed. I had my blonde hair stylized into a delicious mass that fell down to my left shoulder and spilled over it and down to my cleavage.

On my right, Mr. Mondale sat, a tall man, slightly overweight but his tux hid most of it, making him look almost suave until you saw that pervy grin on his thick lips. He had his hands clasped before him, eager for the contestants to come out. On my right was Amelia McCreery, the CNN host I bred on live TV. She had her hands cupping her swollen belly, a glow almost radiating out from the black-hair woman. Her breasts looked so ripe and inviting in her low-cut, red dress.

I could feel the excitement rippling through the auditorium. The Dolby Theater in Los Angeles was packed with attendees. The air brimmed with excitement. I rubbed my hands together, fighting the urge to grab my futa-dick as the stage lights came on. The music played.

Karissa Walmsley, Miss Universe 2018, strode out in a silver dress that clung to her lush body, her belly round with the five months of her pregnancy, her hips swaying from side-to-side. She moved with the same grace she displayed when she won her crown, nestled amid her black curls. Her coffee-brown skin from her mixed-race heritage almost glowed beneath the stage lights. She felt ephemeral, like a dream.

"Welcome to the first annual Ms. Bred Beauty Pageant," she said, her voice gushing. "I am so honored to be invited by the world's first futa, Becky Woodward, to MC this little event." She paused, hand on her hip, giving the crowd a dazzling smile. "I know, look at me. I'm not nearly pregnant enough to be on stage with the beauties you're going to see tonight."

Laughter rippled through the crowd.

My pussy itched as I trembled in anticipation.

"We have twenty beautiful, bred ladies all eager to show off their womanly charms to you tonight," Karissa continued. "So try to pace yourself. We have a night long event that will be full of so much passion, you might not make it otherwise."

The lights changed, the stage going almost all dark except a single spotlight striking a red curtain on the right side of the stage. I could feel the anticipation swelling in the audience. In myself. My hand drifted beneath the table, finding my hard cock.

"So let's welcome tonight's lucky girls," Karissa said, just a shape in the dark now, save for the occasional flash off her silver sequins as she shifted. "First up, all the way from Des Moines, Iowa is Jacki Colbert. She is a student at Seattle Pacific University who was bred by Becky when she snuck onto the UW campus with a group of friends and crashed one of the futa's infamous Sunday orgies."

"That naughty minx," I purred as Jacki Colbert strutted out in a blue dress that hugged her pregnant form. She was blonde with heavy tits that jiggled, each cupped in soft, azure cloth. Her round belly swayed before her as she walked with such a confident strut. She had such long legs, the slit in the side of her dress letting her right flash out with every step on her stiletto heels.

My futa-cock throbbed hard.

A spotlight shone at the opposite end of stage while the first followed Jacki to her position. "Next we have Rexanne Weaver from Puyallup, Washington. She worked at a local coffee shop and had the delight of serving Becky more than the local java."

My futa-dick throbbed as Rexanne strutted out, a petite girl with black hair, her belly looking so swollen with her pregnancy. Her small stature only made her hotter as she cupped her belly. She gave the audience smoky looks, her hips swaying. I vaguely remembered meeting her right before the fall semester started up.

More and more names were called. More and more beauties strutted out in their gowns. They were all so pregnant. So swollen and ripe. My hand clenched about my futa-dick, stroking up and down my shaft as I licked my lips in anticipation of tonight's pageant. Some I knew very well, like Mei Wen who cheered on my college team, or Jamie who was secretary to my university's president. Other girls I would never forget, like Sabrina, the cheerleader I fucked and bred while her quarterback boyfriend watched on, or Jordan, the naughty producer who sat on my dick during my first live interview with Amelia McCreery. But there were other contestants I didn't remember breeding at all, lost in the blur of women I'd fucked.

And then there was Kristina Fishman.

I fought the urge to glare at the Black girl as she sauntered out. She used my ex-boyfriend Kurt to get close to me so she could be fucked and bred by me. She dumped him after I bred her before cheering at my first UW football game. And since I liked Kurt, I wasn't happy with her at all.

In fact, I was rooting for her to lose. But I had to be impartial. I couldn't vote against her just because of my personal feelings. Besides, I had an equal vote to Amelia and Mr. Mondale. I hoped they would see her as a cow and therefore not worthy of winning this contest.

Finally, all twenty pregnant ladies were standing beneath their own spotlights. They all looked so delicious, even Kristina, in their tight dresses. I had bred them all. They were all brimming with the life I planted in them. It made my futa-dick ache so badly. My pussy dripped so much juices.

I stroked myself faster.

"Now, let's get to know this bevy of bred beauties," Karissa said. "And, yes, I had to practice saying that without swallowing my tongue."

The audience rippled with laughter. I smiled as I studied the women, eager to get to know some of them better. A few I still couldn't remember fucking at all, like Jacki or Anemone, a redhead who came out seventh.

Amelia went first with her question. "Kristina, outside of fucking Becky, what is the naughtiest sexual act you've ever performed?"

Kristina clapped her hands before her mouth. The tall, Black girl shook her hips, her crimson dress swaying as it fell off her swollen belly. "Oh, my, well, it was at my sister's wedding last month." She shivered. "Well, they say being pregnant makes you horny and… I let two guys I met spit-roast me in the coat room during the wedding reception."

"Oh, so you were taking it from both ends?" quipped Karissa.

"Both ends," Kristina said, her voice so tight.

"Jacki," Mr. Mondale asked, "what is the wildest sexual partner, outside of Becky, you've ever had?"

Jacki's cheeks went crimson, contrasting with her blonde hair. But she kept her poise. She lifted her chin and said, "My boyfriend's father. He's a total silver fox. He, huh, banged me during Thanksgiving in the bathroom while everyone was having pumpkin pie. I had just met him but… He had this spark his son lacked."

"So more than the turkey got stuffed, huh?" Karissa asked, bringing another gale of laughter from the audience.

I was grinning still from her joke as I asked my first question. "Anemone, before you met me, had you ever eaten pussy?"

The redhead, who had the most unusual name I had ever heard, fixed me such a naughty smile. Her round breasts rose as she drew in a deep breath, the thin straps of her bodice exposing most of her pale chest. "Yes. I got drunk with a girlfriend of mine once and we went down on each other. Though she had nothing on the skill of your tongue, Becky."

"I've had lots of practice," I said, my futa-dick throbbing in my hand. I pumped up and down it, my pussy clenching.

The questions continued, each of us judges taking a turn. Every girl was asked at least two questions, though some attracted more than others.

"Sabrina," asked Amelia, "what's the weirdest place, besides on a football field, you ever had sex?"

The head cheerleader of the Oregon Ducks gave a dazzling smile. Her caramel skin almost glowed. She cupped her belly clad in her soft-pink dress and said, "I gave my boyfriend a blowjob while we were on a Ferris wheel. He also fingered me as I sucked him."

"Still dating that quarterback?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," she answered, giving me a smoky look and winking at me.

When my next question came up, I aimed it at Jordan, that naughty producer who helped Amelia trick me seven months ago. I had the perfect question for her. "Jordan, do you love anal?"

Jordan shivered, her blonde hair kissing her shoulders, the tips dyed pink. She rubbed her pregnant belly and said, "The only time I ever had anal was with you, and I screamed my head off."

I blinked. "You never did it since?"

"I haven't found a cock anywhere near as big as the one my asshole craves," she purred.

Mr. Mondale laughed. He then asked a girl with her black-hair falling in a thick braid down her back, "Cass, what is your naughtiest sexual fantasy?"

The girl's pillowy breasts swayed in her low-cut, black dress. They looked on the verge of spilling out of her top. She licked her lips, her cheeks going scarlet. "I want to be ravished by a dragon. I know they don't exist, but I just think about this powerful beast on me, in me, fucking me…" She shuddered. "Oh, god, it's deprave, I know, but…"

"But it's so hot," Amelia purred. "And there's nothing wrong with that."

"Nothing," I groaned licking my lips as I stared at Cass's jiggling tits. My hand pumped up and down my cock faster, the ache building at the tip.

"Now Kim, what is your favorite sex toy?" Amelia asked the other Ducks' cheerleader who made the event.

Kim was the petite, Vietnamese cheerleader I bred third at the game, fucking her hard on the sidelines. She looked so dainty even pregnant, her belly proportioned to her slender frame. She had such a delicious shade of dusky-olive skin, her short, black hair framing her doll-like face.

"I don't know the name exactly, but it's a type of vibrator that rotates," she said. "It has a hook at the end, not sharp, but it presses inside your pussy and spins around. It just churns you until you explode."

My cunt clenched. "Oh, god, I think I need to try that."

I was so on edge after that. I wanted to just stroke myself off. But I backed off on my frantic pumping so we could get through the rest of the questions. The girls were all blushing but smiling, some hugging their swollen bellies. They all looked so delicious.

"Well, I think any woman who's been pregnant knows your ankles get sore standing for a while," Karissa said, "so we prepared some naughty seats for our contestants to use as we head into the endurance portion of the contest.

"I know, endurance. Who ever heard of that in a beauty contest? Well, this is sexual endurance. The first ten girls who orgasm are, I'm afraid, disqualified from the second half of the event. Each girl will have to do her best to fight off that naughty desire to explode. But it won't be easy with these chairs!"

Stage lights illuminated the back of the auditorium. Two rows of chairs were set up, each silver and almost delicate looking. Thrusting up from the center of each seat was a thick, bumpy dildo waiting for a pregnant pussy to engulf it. I shuddered, smiling as the girls gasped and the audience groaned in excitement.

"So let's bare those bodies, ladies, and take your seat," Karissa said. "Even if you lose this contest, you're going to cum hard doing it."

The audience laughed which turned into groans as the dresses came off. Clothing fell away from breasts ripe with new life and bellies swollen from my futa-seed. I groaned as the sight of these fit women disrobing. Some had fat nipples, others had small nubs. Some breasts were perky and taut while others were pillowy and soft. They swayed and jiggled. Juices flowed down thighs. Some girls were shaved, others thick and bushy.

They all made me salivate.

"Good god, I knew this would be amazing," Mr. Mondale groaned beside me, his own hand beneath the judge's table.

"They are all so scrumptious," Amelia said, trembling beside me. "I'm surprised you haven't popped off yet, Becky."

"I'm saving myself for the first girl to lose," I said. I hoped it would be Kristina.

"I see more than a few glistening thighs," Karissa purred as the contestants sauntered to the chairs on their heels, the only thing they wore. "I think more than a few have been looking forward to this event."

"I am going to dominate it!" Sabrina gasped then did a surprisingly limber high kick, not as much as a cheerleader should, but impressive with her pregnant belly before her. "Ooh, yes!"

My hand stroked up and down my girl-dick as the first of them reached the table. A redhead named Caetlin was the first. Her fiery curls bounced about her shoulders and her breasts swayed as she wiggled her hips. She guided the thick, purple dildo to her pussy. Her moans echoed over the stage as she sank her hot cunt down it.

My futa-cock ached in my hand. I remembered fucking her hard from behind when she joined the Sigma Lambda Tau sorority last fall. I bred all their pledges. It was a new rule for their sorority. Over the summer, every member gave birth to my daughters from the orgy last year.

Other contestants settled down on the fake cocks. They whimpered and moaned and shuddered so deliciously. Breasts swayed and jiggled. Swollen bellies heaved. Some kept their thighs spread, showing off their pussy lips engulfing plastic shafts.

"Oh, fuck," groaned Jordan, her hands squeezing her tits. She had her legs spread wide, showing off her clit piercing that I enjoyed during the interview months ago.

"I am so hard," I moaned as the last girl settled into place.

"Me, too," groaned Mr. Mondale.

"And now for the real fun to begin," Karissa said, her voice purring. "I can tell you my pussy is more than envious for the buzzing fun that's about to begin."

All the girls gasped as the vibrators hummed to life in their pussies. Their backs straightened. Their eyes bulged. We didn't tell any of them that they would have to deal with vibrators. Girls shifted their hips. Others clenched their jaws. Hands squeezed tits, held bellies, or clutched thighs. Already, the girls battled against the swelling pleasure.

"These are top of the line vibrators donated by the amazing Kink Crate, a wonderful company making the finest sex toys," continued Karissa. "Each one has several actuators that cause multiple points of stimulation. They wiggle. Each little bump buzzes. They are designed to drive women wild. And you may not be able to see at home, but the bases are wide with labial and clitoral stimulation, too."

"Oh, my fucking god!" Cass moaned, the black-haired girl shuddering. She leaned forward, her braid swaying down her back.

I shivered, my eyes flicking from girl-to-girl, watching their faces. I fisted my dick, my pussy clenching. My left hand crept up my thigh, reaching closer and closer to my juicy snatch as the moans and gasps of the pregnant contestants spilled through the air. Their passion reverberated through the studio. Their bodies shifted. They eyes widened as the pleasure assaulted their pussies.

"Which girl will cum first?" Karissa asked, her voice liquid honey through the PA system.

"Yes," I moaned, my fingers reaching my hot pussy lips.

I stroked my wet labia, my juices flowing, while fisting my dick. My tits swayed in my bodice, my nipples rubbing against the black silk. The fabric caressed my nubs, shooting such wondrous delight right down to my pussy. So many beauties. Would it be Darcy who came first? The blonde trembled, her back arching, her small tits jiggling hard, the right pierced by a silver nipple.

Or Hispanic Consuelo? She had her legs thrown out wide apart, leaning back into her chair, her hands squeezing her breasts ripened into firm mounds by her pregnancy.

So many possibilities. My eyes flicked across them all, drinking in all the pregnant delights as I caressed my pussy lips and fisted my clit-dick. Then I jammed two fingers into my hot cunt, sinking them deep into my snatch.

"Yes," I whimpered, adding my moans to the bliss echoing through the room.

"Ooh, is Kristina going to cum?" Amelia murmured. "Mr. Mondale, this is so hot to watch."

I pumped my two fingers so deep into my juicy pussy, whimpering with all the pregnant beauties. My right hand slid up and down my dick, squeezing hard. The crown throbbed every time I reached the pinnacle as I drank in the sight of all these pregnant women shuddering and groaning and writhing in passion.

It was all so inspiring. It made me shudder. My snatch clenched so hard on my fingers. For a moment, I thought Sabrina would cum, her caramel face twisted in rapture. She squeezed her round breasts, thumbs brushing her brown nipples, almost lost to the rapture sweeping through her.

Then she pulled her hands away from her tits, shaking her head. She clenched her teeth, fighting through the rapture humming through her pussy. My own cunt clenched so hard on my fingers, envious of Sabrina's vibrator.

"Ooh, Cass looks on the verge of erupting," Amelia panted, her hands rubbing her pregnant belly beside me.

My gaze swept over to the busty Cass. She was actually bouncing on the vibrator, fucking her pussy up and down the bumpy shaft. Her huge tits swayed before her, almost smacking into the top of her pregnant belly. Her toned thighs rippled as she lifted herself up and down the toy.

"Mmm, looks like someone's forgotten themselves," Karissa purred into the microphone. "But Cass's titties are sure hot to watch."

"Uh-huh," I moaned, the crowd whooping in agreement.

Cass let out a gasp and then just impaled her pussy down the shaft. She leaned back, her tits heaving as she sucked in hair. Her braid dangled off the back of her chair. She shook her head in denial of her pleasure.

"Looks like Cass's gotten herself back under control," Karissa said through the PA system. The pregnant Miss Universe sat on her own chair to the side, her breasts jiggling in her silver dress as she squirmed. "Mmm, and Jacki looks utterly in control of her pleasure. Look at those slow breaths she's taking."

My eyes shot to the busty blonde. Her large tits did rise and fall in a measured beat, her eyes closed. She hardly squirmed, almost like she was meditating and channeling the rapture into a greater focus.

"Mmm, that's kinda hot," purred Amelia.

"Yeah," I nodded, almost hypnotized by those big breasts as they rose and fell. My pussy clenched on my probing fingers while my dick throbbed in my stroking hand. I licked my lips, wanting to go out there and suck on Jacki's tits.

"Mei Wen is fighting hard," Karissa reported. "The University of Washington cheerleader my look small, but she's got a lot of concentration packed into that slender frame."

"Ooh, yes, she does," Amelia moaned. "You need to introduce me to her, Becky. I want to feel that cute face licking at my pussy."

"Ideally with your pussy full of my cum?" I asked her, rubbing my thumb across my girl-dick.

"Yes!" she gasped.

I grinned, my eyes flicking past Mei Wen to Kristina. I hoped to see the Black girl on the verge of cumming. She strained and struggled in the chair. She squirmed, her hands clutching her ebony thighs as she swung them open and closed. But she didn't look on the edge of orgasming.

Pity.

"Uh-huh, I think we have our first loser," Karissa said. "Anemone looks like she's in trouble."

My gaze shot to the redhead with the exotic name. She squeezed her round breasts, her thumbs rubbing her dark-red nipples. She squirmed and whimpered, her chair creaking. Pleasure wracked her face. She threw back her head, her mouth opened wide.

"Oh, my god!" I heard her scream over all the other moaning and panting girls, her passions resounding so clearly through the auditorium. "Please, no! I can't. I don't want to lose… No, no, no!"

I could feel the crowd watching with interest. An anticipatory tingle ran through the room. Hundreds of eyes witnessed the pregnant redhead on the verge of surrendering into her orgasmic rapture, her pussy churned by the vibrator.

"Well, it's been five minutes," Karissa said. "And that means the vibrators start humming faster."

"Oh, fuck!" gasped Anemone.

All the girls gasped. Jacki's eyes opened. Her body trembled. More moans rippled through them, more pregnant contestants fighting off their orgasms. My eyes went back to Anemone. She leaned forward, her pregnant belly pressing against her thighs. Her hair fell over her face and…

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she screeched. "Oh, my god, so good!"

"And Anemone is cumming!" declared Karissa. "Ooh, isn't she so beautiful lost to the rapture of her orgasms?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Anemone moaned, leaning back now. Her hands squeezed her tits, her face contorting in rapture.

"She is beautiful," groaned Mr. Mondale, his voice so throaty.

"Yes, she is," I whimpered, my futa-dick throbbing, aching, wanting to cum. I stopped stroking my dick and just kept stirring my cunt up with my fingers. I didn't want to cum, yet.

"Ooh, Anemone, when you come down from that high, come over here and we'll chat," Karissa said."

Anemone slumped back into the chair. She whimpered, her eyes fluttering. Her vibrator would have turned off, each controlled individually. She sucked in deep breaths then, with a groan, she lifted her pussy off the sex toy, leaving it glistening with her cream.

She tottered past the other moaning, groaning, squirming pregnant girls. The redhead clutched her belly swollen with our baby as she headed for Karissa. I shivered, loving the redhead's flushed beauty. My pussy clenched on my fingers as I let out a wanton moan.

"You are going to fuck her so hard, aren't you?" purred Amelia.

"Does she know any other way to fuck?" Mr. Mondale asked.

I grinned at him.

"Now, Anemone, what a heart break it is that you came first," Karissa said, putting her arm around the naked, pregnant girl. Their round bellies nudged together.

My dick ached. They were both so full of the life I bred in them.

"I'm bummed," Anemone said, still panting. "But… I always cum so easily. I never thought it would be a bad thing until today."

Karissa nodded her head. "Now you must be due, in what, early May?"

"May 5th," Anemone said, a smile growing on her lips. She looked down at her belly she still cradled.

"Wonderful. Do you have any plans for naming your futa-daughter?"

"Epiphany," she said.

"Ooh, that's an interesting name. Why?"

Anemone turned to look at the judge's table. At me. She gave me a sultry smile. "Because the first time I saw Becky, an epiphany went off in my head that she would forever change me. And she did. She gave me my daughter. It feels right."

I nodded my head, my futa-dick throbbing while the audience clapped and applauded Anemone. I blinked and realized my eyes were stinging with impending emotion. They fluttered, a catch building at my throat. It touched me to hear what I gave her. A daughter to love.

"Now, there is a special treat for the first girl to orgasm," Karissa said. "Something we didn't tell you and the other contestants because we didn't want anyone trying to lose on purpose."

"Oh?" Anemone said.

I rose, my futa-dick thrusting out the bottom of my black skirt. I moved out from around the back of the judge's table towards where Karissa and Anemone were. The spotlight landed on me. Suddenly I felt revealed, exposed. Applause rose through the crowd, drowning out the moans of the pregnant women writhing on the dildos as I drank in all the lust for me.

I loved showing off. I savored it when people watched me when I chose it. I hated the paparazzi who liked to invade my privacy when I didn't want the entire world to know who I was fucking.

"Hi, Anemone," I purred, slipping my arm around her waist. "I'm going to fuck you so hard while we watch the other girls struggle not to cum. But you… feel free to explode on my futa-dick as much as you want."

"Ooh, Becky!" she whimpered, her body quivering. She blinked her green eyes. "Thank you!"

I pulled her to me, loving the feel of her swollen belly pressing against my stomach. My lips found hers, hot and hungry, eager to devour her. I wanted to love her. To fuck her. To ravish her before everyone. She clung to me while my hands roamed her naked body. I touched her round stomach and cupped her cute tush. My tongue danced with ours while my futa-dick rubbed against the bottom curve of her baby bump.

A wild thrill went through me. Another nineteen women I bred moaned before us as I kissed this pregnant beauty. She gripped my ass through my short, black skirt, pulling me so tight against her as our tongues dueled.

Then she broke the kiss. "Will you fuck me Husky-style?"

I grinned. Since the UW mascot was the Husky, also called the Dawg, the announcer at the football game started calling doggy-style Husky-style when I was fucking Sabrina, Kim, and their fellow cheerleaders.

"Yes, I will," I purred, my futa-dick throbbing in delight.

"We even have a padded mattress for you to lay on," purred Karissa, pointing to the balk padding almost lost on the dark stage.

The crowed cheered behind us as she sank down to her knees with a wobble. She groaned, clutching her swollen belly. Then she stretched out on her hands and knees staring right at the other girls squirming on their vibrators. I groaned at the sight of the winged tramp stamp she had on her lower back, making her ass look even more fetching.

I fell to my knees behind her on the bedding. I gripped her rump, squeezing it as I leaned down to nuzzle at her shaved pussy. I had to eat her pregnant snatch. I had to devour this cunt I bred. I pressed my mouth against her hot flesh, licking and tonguing it as I watched the other contestants writhing.

Kristina did not look close to orgasming as I swirled my tongue through Anemone's pregnant snatch.

"It's been another five minutes," purred Karissa behind me, "so let's increase those vibrators and make more of these pregnant hotties cum."

"Yes!" Anemone moaned, wiggling her pussy back against my hungry mouth.

My futa-dick throbbed, my cream running down my shaft. I wanted to be buried in this pussy, but I was having such a fun time licking her. Her juices poured out, so spicy and delicious. They dribbled down my chin to my neck, racing to my breasts cupped in my little, black dress.

I felt the audience watching us. My pussy was aimed right at them, a spotlight warming my rump. I hoped everyone could see my blonde bush soaked with my excitement and my clit-dick throbbing to the beat of my heart. I wiggled my hips, my shaft swaying between my thighs.

"Uh-huh, looks like Mei Wen is in trouble," Karissa said. "She's struggling hard, but the vibrator is churning her pregnant snatch up."

"Mmm, yes it is," Anemone moaned, wiggling her hips, smearing her spicy cunt's shaved lips on my mouth.

I flicked my eyes up, staring past the redhead's cute rump to find my fellow cheerleader. Mei Wen struggled, her petite flame shuddering. The Chinese cheerleader clutched her belly, her lower lip quivering as she fought against her orgasm.

Hotter than the sun;

Harder than a diamond;

Mei Wen won't cum,

'til she gets the job done!

The cheer roared from behind me. I could hear Ashlie in there, the cheer captain rallying her team to keep Mei Wen in it. I shuddered, staring at my fellow cheerleader, my futa-dick throbbing, hoping she could hold out a little longer. That the cheer would inspire her.

But then her entire body shuddered. She cried out in her musical Mandarin as her small tits heaved. She squeezed her belly, her face twisting and contorting in rapture. I groaned, fluttering my tongue through Anemone's spicy pussy. I wanted Mei Wen to go farther in the competition.

To outlast Kristina.

"Too bad for Mei Wen," sighed Karissa. "But she gave it a good effort."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Anemone moaned. And then she gasped. Her butt-cheeks clenched before her. Her moans drowned out what Karissa said next for me.

Spicy cream squirted into my hungry mouth. She drowned me in her passion. It swept over me this molten burst of passion. I gulped it down as rivulets of her hot juices ran down my throat for the bodice of my clinging dress. My tongue fluttered, gathering all her delight I could.

My futa-dick throbbed. I needed pussy. Her pregnant pussy.

I rose and slammed my dick into her cunt. I buried to the hilt in the redhead's rippling snatch. Her bred cunt massaged my cock. I didn't fuck her but just savored the feel of her convulsing about me as I watched all the girls writhing.

A black-haired girl came next. She shuddered on the chair, her round tits heaving. She leaned forward, shaking her head like she could deny the pleasure coursing through her body. I shuddered, loving the sight of her passion.

"Fuck me, Becky!" Anemone moaned. "I need to cum again! Please, please, give me more orgasms!"

"Yes!" I groaned and pumped my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her pregnant pussy.

I trembled, my breasts heaving in my top as I fucked her bred snatch. Her cunt gripped me, that silky friction holding me so tight. Pleasure rippled through me, my own pussy drinking in every shiver that raced down my dick.

Anemone's hole grew hotter and tighter. That juicy grip made me groan as I watched the girls squirming on their vibrators. Three were gone, but the other seventeen were all eager to hold out and win. Kristina fought against her orgasm, her ebony belly heaving as she bucked and squirmed on it.

Then I noticed Consuelo gasping and moaning. The Hispanic beauty's head lowered, her curly-brown hair forming a curtain that obscured her face. Her hands gripped the edge of her chair's seat. She pushed herself up and down it, lifting her cunt a few inches up the dildo and then slamming back down it.

"Ooh, Consuelo's lost all control, Anemone," I panted, slamming into it.

"Good!" gasped the redhead, her fiery hair dancing about her shoulders. "Ooh, yes, yes, yes, she has. Just fucking that bred pussy on that dildo! But I get your dick! I'm the lucky one!" Her head threw back and her pussy went wild about my dick.

My eyes widened. Anemone came again. Her pussy spasmed and convulsed about my snatch. I couldn't believe it. I shuddered. My eyes squeezed shut as the rapture surged around my cock. It was incredible. This wondrous, delicious, amazing delight spasming about my clit-dick. It caressed my shaft, bathing me in her juices.

Her pregnant pussy sucked at my cum like it wanted to be bred again. I whimpered, pounding her so hard, my dress rustling about my hips. My nipples drank in the feel of the fabric. Pussy juices ran down my thighs as I savored this high. Cameras recorded this, broadcasting it on cable networks, free of the FCC and their puritanical rules.

"And Consuelo is cumming!" Karissa announced. "She held out valiantly, but the Hispanic slut just couldn't control that pussy. And it looks like she's not alone. Caetlin is on the verge of her own orgasm."

My head shut over to the sixth contestant, a short girl with auburn hair falling in waves around her flushed face. She leaned back, her hands clutching her pregnant belly while her hips wiggled. Her firm titties bounced and jiggled.

"Oh, god, those are such sexy tits," I moaned.

"Uh-huh," Anemone whimpered, her pussy still convulsing about my dick, bathing my shaft in her passion. Her juices flooded down my thighs. "Ooh, she's a wild one."

"Yes!" I moaned, my heart thudding in my chest as the pleasure rippled through me. This was all so naughty. So wild.

"And Caetlin is cumming!" Karissa boomed. "Look at that hair fly. She is loving it."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Anemone howled, her pussy writhing about my girl-dick. Her pussy spasmed and convulsed about it. She shivered, squeezing down on my futa-dick. My eyes rolled back in my head. I shuddered, my dick on the verge of erupting.

I held back. I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted to outlast the girls on the chair. But it was so hard with Anemone's amazing, pregnant pussy massaging my dick. She gave me such rapture. The friction of her spasming flesh surrounded me. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut. It was so incredible.

"Damn!" I whimpered.

"Cum in me, Becky!" hissed the redheaded slut. She bucked back into me, looking over her shoulder. "Please, please, give me your cum."

"Not yet!" I whimpered, my eyes darting around the stage. Who would be next? Oh, god, please, let someone be next. Five more still had to be disqualified.

Kristina still held her belly, her face squeezed shut. Jacki kneaded her tits and… Milk squirted from her mounds. She must be lactating. I whimpered, my dick throbbing at the sight. Cass fucked her pussy up and down the dildo, leaning forward and lifting her thighs, her hands braced on her knees. Sabrina hugged her tits, her face scrunched up in rapture as she fought against cumming.

"Ooh, Jamie and Darcy are both gasping," Karissa announced. "Will it be the naughty secretary or the wicked oral hygienist who cums first?"

My eyes shot to the two girls. Both were blonde, Jamie's hair shorter than Darcy. But it was still so hot to watch as I plowed into Anemone's hot pussy. The redhead I fucked was still cumming, my dick aching, my pussy clenching.

I girt my teeth, watching as Jamie threw back her head. Her pregnant belly heaved before her as she surrendered to her rapture. Then Darcy screamed out beside her. Juices flooded out of her pussy, gushing down her thighs in a spray as she squirted from her orgasm.

"Darcy came so hard I thought she would rocket off her seat," Karissa said. The audience rumbled in laughter. "Mmm, now only three more to go and… No, no, Norene is cumming, too. Look at that brunette go."

The brunette gasped and shuddered, her head swinging from side to side as her orgasm explode through her bred body. Anemone's pussy sucked at my dick. I gasped, slamming into her so hard. I rubbed at her pregnant belly, stroking her, fighting the urge to unleash my jizz. Only two more girls to go.

"Come on, Kristina, and cum," I hissed beneath my breath.

"And it's been another five minutes, so let's turn up the speed."

Every pregnant contestant gasped and moaned. Jacki squeezed her tits again, her milk squirting. Sabrina's eyes squeezed shut, her jaw clenching. Diana's teardrop-shaped tits heaved as she fought her orgasm. Rochelle's pixyish face contorted in rapture, her legs thrust out before her. Rexanne pulled at her dusky nipples topping her conical tits. Kristina gasped, leaning forward. She looked on the verge of erupting.

I fucked Anemone so hard. I stared at Kristina. She fought it. But I could see her coming closer and closer to her eruption. My dick throbbed, the tip aching. My cum wanted to fire out of me. I growled through my clenched teeth, fighting it.

"Come on, Kristina," I snarled. "Just cum!"

"And Ángela is orgasming!" Karissa announced. "Look at that Hispanic slut erupt. She came all the way from Argentina to be here. So close."

Kristina's face scrunched up. She trembled. That unmistakable look of a woman on the verge of orgasm. This was it. She would be gone. Eliminated. She didn't deserve to win this competition. My hips fucked forward so hard into Anemone's pussy.

"Cum in me!" the redhead moaned over and over again. "Please, please, Becky! Cum in me!"

"And it looks like the last girl is cumming!" announced Karissa.

But it wasn't Kristina.

"Sybil is cumming hard. Hear those screams?"

The curvy brunette had a huge smile on her face as the rapture washed through her. She heaved and bucked, the tenth girl to orgasm on the vibrators. She spasmed so hard, her pregnant belly heaving as she clutched it.

"That means the rest of you are free to cum!" Karissa purred. "Enjoy! You've earned it."

"Fuck!" I snarled as Kristina surrendered to her orgasm with the nine other pregnant beauties.

My futa-dick rammed to the hilt inside of Anemone's pussy. My snatch clenched. My ovaries grew so tight. I didn't fight it. My cum exploded out of me. A titanic wall of ecstasy hurtled through my body and slammed into my mind.

Stars burst across my vision as the pregnant cunt milked my dick dry. I whimpered, jolt after jolt of ecstasy shooting into my thoughts. Euphoria electrified my mind, bliss buzzing through my brain. My pussy spasmed, adding ripples of delight to the powerful pleasure supplied by my erupting girl-cock.

I groaned, leaning over Anemone, left dizzy by the powerful explosion. The pregnant redhead whimpered in delight, her snatch wringing out every drop of my cum. I stared at the cumming contestants, Kristina and the nine others.

The talent competition was up next. They would have to wow us judges. Only three girls would get to make it to the finals. I hoped it wasn't Kristina. But I only had one vote.

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April 17th, 2047

"Hearing you talk about it made me wish I was bread at the right time of year to have been a contestant," Adelia moaned.

"I can tell that," I said, my futa-dick hard and aching. "You're rubbing your thighs so tight together."

A ripple of gigglish laughter came from the studio audience.

"I may have to ravish you during another commercial break," the host said, her caramel-hued face twisting with pleasure. "Mmm, but I could ride your dick for a year straight and cum the entire time."

"I think a lot of women, my wife included, would be angry at you if you monopolized my dick."

Adelia laughed, nodding her head. "But it would be worth it." She shivered and smoothed her skirt. "Now, what I am curious about is the talent portion of the competition. That first pageant, the girls couldn't have been practicing sexual techniques to perform for years like they do for the modern competition."

"No, no, it was a lot of singing," I said. "But a few of the girls made it memorable."

Adelia leaned forward. "Well, don't keep us waiting. I think we all want to know how Kristina did in the talent competition."

To be continued…

The World's First Futa–Futa's Beauty Pageant Chapter Two: Futa's First Sultry Decision

The World's First Futa

Futa's Beauty Pageant

Chapter Two: Futa's First Sultry Decision

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Female Masturbation, Hermaphrodite Masturbation, Hermaphrodite/Female, Exhibitionism, Public, Voyeurism, Sex Toys, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Lactation, Pregnant

Description: Becky, the world's first futa, judges the sexy talent portion of the Miss Bred Beauty Pageant!

April 17th, 2047

"So you said that most of the contestants just sang songs?" Adelia asked, the caramel-skinned talk show host leaned closer to me. She liked doing that, getting close, her thighs pressed tight, stained with my futa-cum. "That's it?"

"I know, it sounds so boring compared to the modern competitions where the contestants try to do the most outrageous solo sex acts they can to win style points," I said with a smile. "But this was Ms. Bred 2019, the first time the beauty pageant was ever held. The best they were doing was a mild striptease while singing, if that.

"But three of them…" I shuddered, my pussy growing wet and my futa-dick throbbing so hard beneath my skirt. "Three of them impressed. They put effort into doing something that would turn me on."

"And were those three the same three that made it to the final round?" asked Adelia.

I winked at her. "I will say this, I will never think of a magic trick the same way again."

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March 23rd, 2019

The buzzing high from fucking Anemone, a gorgeous redheaded contestant who was the first disqualified in the orgasmic endurance round, faded fast as I suffered through the next pregnant, young woman's talent performance.

Another song. Worse, it was the one contestant I utterly despised: Kristina Fishman.

I glared at the Black woman as she rocked back and forth on a swing, her naked, pregnant form glistening with oil and glitter. The stage lights focused on her, her dark tits bouncing at the apex of her swing, while she belted out one of the songs I hated the most.

Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus.

Listening to it was like hearing nails scraped across a chalkboard. I cringed at her performance. It was terrible. I shook my head, trying not to wince every third note as her voice warbled. She had trouble hitting all the right notes.

"Jesus," whispered Amelia McCreery. She sat beside me in a low-cut, red dress, shaking her head. She was also pregnant, bred by me six months ago when she tricked me into appearing on a live interview. She just wanted to fuck me on CNN's cable channel to boost their ratings and her career.

But I made her beg like a bitch before I bred her with my cock dirty from her producer's tight asshole.

That was a satisfying moment. Far more satisfying than listening to Kristina. I wished I never fucked the Black girl. She just used Kurt, my ex-boyfriend and good friend, to get close to me, dating him just so she'd get the opportunity to be fucked by me. Then she dumped him.

Cunt.

"Well, she's not advancing," muttered Mr. Mondale, the third judge. He was an older man. This sexually charged beauty pageant was all his idea. The President of CNN saw great potential in the attraction I drew. The world's first futa captured imaginations, particularly of women. It was like I awakened something deep and primal lurking in all their minds. Last poll said eighty-three percent of American women thought good of me with fifty-six percent of them wanting to have sex with me and thirty-four percent willing to do anything to fuck me.

And they hadn't even been exposed to my pheromones which triggered them going into a kind of heat, making them so horny they just wanted to be bred.

"No way I'm voting for her," Mr. Mondale continued. He shook his head at Kristina. "Why would she choose singing if she's tone deaf?"

"Exactly," Amelia said. "The last two girls, while they weren't as sexy as they could be, at least could sing with zest."

I nodded my head in complete agreement. "Thank god, she's winding down."

Kristina slowed her swinging to a stop. She climbed off, clutching her round belly as she reached the final words. The song died down. Tepid applause rippled out of the audience as Kristina flashed them a bright smile.

"Well, that was something," Karissa Walmsley said. The pregnant host of the event was the last winner of the Ms. Universe Contest. She stood on stage, one hand rubbing her stomach through her silver dress. She wasn't as pregnant as the contestants, her belly only slightly round with my daughter.

If I didn't breed every woman I fucked, then we wouldn't have this amazing beauty pageant. It started with twenty women, but half were eliminated by the orgasmic endurance challenge. It was so hot watching all those beautiful women, their bodies ripe with new life, gasping and moaning and fighting against their orgasms.

"I'm sure our judges were impressed by Kristina's… interesting performance," Karissa said, her voice warm and bubbly. The woman's coffee-brown skin almost glowed under the spotlight, enhancing the silver of her dress.

"Interesting is one word to describe it," I whispered beneath my breath, shifting on my seat. My little, black dress rustled about me, my blonde hair, styled to spill down across my right shoulder, caressing my neck.

"Horrifying is what I'd used," Amelia said back, her voice low so Kristina wouldn't hear.

With a final bow, the Black girl strode off stage like she was the hottest thing in the world and… Mr. Mondale groaned, his hand vanishing beneath the table as Kristina swayed past us, giving us a sultry look. My futa-dick twitched all on its own.

She was hot, and that glitter…

No, no, she doesn't deserve to win.

"Next up we have Cass Alymer," Karissa said.

I perked up. The black-haired, busty contestant had impressed me with her self-control during the orgasmic endurance round. For a while, she was meditating as the vibrator churned her pussy to a froth. I was interested in what she would do.

A light, familiar sound started playing. I blinked as I recognized the opening chords of The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy playing. Then Cass waltzed on stage as graceful as a woman nearly nine months pregnant could be. She wore a pink tutu around her waist, the translucent skirt flowing out around her lush thighs and fluttering beneath her taut stomach.

She spun and came to a stop in the center of the room, her heavy tits swaying as they music tinkled around her. She stared with such a bold look at the audience, her shoulders thrown back, her arms at her side.

She winked.

I leaned forward, frowning. There was something about the way she stood that was so… exciting. I couldn't quite place it. What was she doing? Why wasn't she dancing? Surely that was the point of the song. To put on a ballet for us and…

My dick throbbed hard and I groaned with Mr. Mondale.

Her right breast twitched.

She made her heavy tit bounce without moving her body. Then her left tit jiggled beside it, swaying with its plump weight. Her right breast bounced again then her left, alternating back and forth, matching the tinkling of the waltz.

"No way," Amelia groaned. "Is she flexing her pectoral muscles to make her tits bounce?"

"Yes," I groaned, my futa-dick, only half-hard, chubbing up to its full girth beneath my skirt. "Yes, she is. That's so hot."

Cass just faced the audience, the stage flights alternating through various pastel hues, panting her body in pinks and blues and greens and purples and yellows. All these soft colors that made her black, braided hair seem even darker while her skin glowed. She didn't move save for some twitching in her fingers as she bounced and jiggled her tits to the beat of the music.

My hand slipped beneath the table. The music played around me, making me sway from side to side. It was so hypnotic watching those fat nipples buck and sway, to witness the way her tits jiggled and wiggled.

She had such a huge smile on her face as she matched the rhythm of the music, some times twitching her tits in rapid succession, other times slowing them down, letting them sway to a natural rest.

"God, those tits are so succulent," Mr. Mondale groaned beside me.

"Uh-huh," I panted, my hand drawing up my skirt. The fabric rubbed on the tip of my futa-dick, making it throb so hard.

"Jesus, Becky, she's amazing," Amelia said, her hands sliding beneath the table. "That's making my pussy so wet. I have to book her on my show. Ooh, the ratings of having her do that will be amazing."

I only nodded my head as my futa-dick sprang out of my skirt and into my stroking grip. I ran a hand up and down it so slowly, groaning as I couldn't look away from those big, pillowy mounds. They looked so soft.

"I would love to get a titty fuck from her," groaned Mr. Mondale, his hand busy beneath the table just like mine.

I nodded my head in agreement.

Something white beaded the tips of Cass's nipples. My eyes widened as I realized her breast milk was flowing. It started off as these little drops. I licked my mouth as the one forming on her left nipple dribbled down her bouncing mound, leaving a streak of white that picked up the different color lights, almost glowing like a florescent.

The crowd of the Dolby Theater in LA groaned behind us at the sight.

I licked my lips, stroking my dick faster as the white beading on her right nipple trickled across her mound. Pleasure ran down my dick to my pussy. I squeezed my thighs tight together as my cream flowed hot, staining my skin with my slippery passion.

Amelia whimpered beside me. Then I felt her hand on my thigh. I gasped at her hot touch sliding up my skin until she reached the base of my cock. My tip throbbed as my hand stroked it, shooting pleasure down to my hot cunt. Then she grasped the base.

I let go of my cock and let my fellow judge stroke me.

"That is so hot," Amelia moaned as her hand stroked up and down my futa-cock.

It felt so much better having someone else stroke my girl-dick. Her hand felt so silky and hot. The frenulum of my cock, that wonderful meeting of my spongy crown and thick shaft, drank in her pumping grip, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

I licked my lips and shoved my hand between her thighs. I reached past her belly swollen with my daughter to find her shaved-smooth pussy. She groaned as I stroked up and down her pregnant snatch, her juices staining my fingers.

I jammed two into her.

"Yes," she hissed, stroking my girl-cock faster.

"Uh-huh," I whimpered, pumping my digits in and out of her snatch as we watched Cass's breasts leaked more and more milk.

Rivulets ran down her twitching tits as she kept smiling. Every time she flexed her tit, more breast milk flowed from her nipples. I hungered to taste that creamy treat. What did it taste like? My tongue ran across my mouth as wiggled my fingers in and out of Amelia's juicy cunt.

Then the milk squirted from her nipple.

A groan ran through the Dolby Theater as streams of white shot from Cass's left breast as she flecked it. The droplets glittered like falling stars in the stage lights. Then she bounced her right tit to the next tinkling beat.

More milk fired.

My pussy clenched. My orgasm swelled through me as I groaned in hunger. I jammed my fingers as fast as I could into Amelia's pussy while watching the delicious sight before me. My dick ached and throbbed in her stroking hand. She pumped it faster and faster, teasing me.

The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy built towards its finish, milk spurting over and over from Cass's nipples. Her pregnant belly quivered as she raised her arms out to the side, eyes closed, lost to her naughty performances.

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned, more juices flowing from my dick.

"Oh, my god," groaned Amelia, her cunt squeezing down on my fingers, caressing them with her silky embrace. "This is so hot. All that milk!"

"Uh-huh!" I moaned, my eyes fluttering. It was incredible. This was so intense. It was so wild.

The final beat played. Cass bounced both her tits to it. Two delicious streams of milk fired from her voluptuous tits. I gasped at the dual sprays of her creamy treat. At the same moment, Amelia's hand stroked up to the pinnacle of my dick and caressed that sensitive transition from shaft to crown.

I came.

My pussy convulsed.

My futa-cum fired, splattering the bottom of the judge's table. I groaned through grit teeth as the Dolby Theater erupted in thundering applause. Stars burst across my vision, rapture jolting into my mind. I groaned, leaning forward, digging my fingers deep into Amelia's cunt as she fisted my dick.

Her hand stroked out every drop of cum. It dripped down on my thighs, my futa-jizz so hot. I whimpered, watching Cass take a bow, milk running down her tits and spilling across her pregnant belly. Dizzy lust washed through me.

"Well, that was one impressive feat," Karissa said as Cass sauntered off stage. "I don't think any of us will ever think of The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy the same way again. Oh, my, and the breast milk at the end… Just perfect."

"So perfect," grunted Mr. Mondale, his voice strained.

Like me, he was spewing cum beneath the judges table.

My fingers twitched in Amelia's pussy as I came down from my orgasm. My fellow judge hadn't cum. She gripped my cock, holding it fast as the next contestant came on, Jordan Teller. I settled into a daze as the former producer from Amelia's show did a fairly tame strip tease to Fireworks by Katy Perry, timing ripping off her top to the first chorus.

It was a fun performance, but lacked the sheer eroticism, and skill, of Cass.

I kept fingering Amelia's pussy, stirring up her pregnant snatch while she idly stroked my girl-dick during through performance. At least Jordan could sing, so she had one up on Kristina. The pregnant blonde finished her set with a booty shake at the audience.

They clapped with enthusiasm for her, but it wasn't Cass's thundering applause.

"Well, I'm ready to explode," Karissa said as Jordan sauntered off stage. "Mmm, that got my pussy just primed. Maybe later on tonight, Jordan, you could do something about it."

Jordan paused and gave her a wink.

"Mmm, I do love naughty blondes," Karissa moaned, her body shivering. "I blame Becky."

I grinned, glad I made an impression on the girl voted most beautiful woman in 2018.

"Now we have Sabrina Wright up next," Miss Universe said, her silver dress sparkling as she pointed towards off stage. "And she's going to give one patriotic performance."

Sabrina sauntered from off-stage wearing flashy, thigh-high boots covered in red, white, and blue rhinestones. She reached the center of the stage and smiled at the judges table. "I'm going to be singing the Star Spangled Banner for all you wonderful people."

I fought my groan. Really?

"But with a naughty twist." Sabrina sauntered towards the judges table. "I just need a little assistant from our wonderful futa-judge, Becky Woodward."

Applause rumbled as I frowned. Was this allowed? But Mr. Mondale didn't say anything and Sabrina had to clear her act with the producers during practice yesterday. So it must be. A naughty tremble washed through me as the caramel-skinned girl stopped before me, her body lithe and athletic from her years of cheerleading.

I gasped as her hands, held behind her back, came into view. She had two sexy toys. A bright pink butt plug and a long, bumpy dildo. She sat them down on the table then reached behind her and, somehow, produced a blue vibrator, adding it to the table.

Was she holding that clenched between her butt-cheeks.

Then she reached down and pulled out three slender boxes she had tucked into the tops of her boots. They were remote controls, each with buttons that could be pressed. One was pink, one was blue, and one was black.

Color-coded to her sex toys.

"Well, this is interesting," I said as she brought the pink butt plug to her mouth and sucked on it. "I thought you were singing the Star Spangled Banner, not showing off your toy collection."

She popped the butt plug out of her mouth and winked at me. "These are to help me hit those high notes." She reached the butt plug behind her, her body wiggling. "Mmm, and as you can see, you'll have the remotes right here for you to play… with!" She shuddered. "Ooh, that's a nice butt plug."

"They're all vibrators?" I asked as she grabbed the black, bumpy dildo next.

"Yep," she said as she brought that between her caramel thighs, pressing it against her shaved, pregnant pussy. She groaned as she worked the thick toy inside of her. My girl-dick throbbed in Amelia's stoking grip as I remembered the joy of fucking her doggy style on the football field back in September.

If I hadn't done that, I never would have gotten the opportunity to judge this naughty beauty contest.

"And where does the third one go?" I asked, grabbing the blue vibrator with my right hand, my left still busy fingering Amelia's juicy snatch.

"Why, so you can have fun, too, Becky," she said with a wink. Then she turned and sauntered away, the pink end of the butt plug peeking out between the toned cheeks of her rump.

"Damn," Mr. Mondale groaned, snagging the control for the butt plug.

Amelia grabbed the blue remote for my vibrator in her left hand, her right stroking my girl-dick faster. "Go on, slip it in and let's have fun."

I nodded my head as Sabrina reached the center of the stage and turned to face the crowd. She stood legs spread wide, almost appearing like a cheerleader about to perform on stage. Her ripe belly only enhanced her. I slipped the vibrator into her pussy as the music began playing and her melodious voice began singing.

"O say can you see, by the dawn's early light,

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,

Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,"

I was shocked by how sweet she sounded that I didn't turn on her vibrator. Her voice only quavered for a moment when Mr. Mondale activated her butt plug, but I was so entranced by the majesty of her voice that I just gripped my remote control.

Then the vibrator in my pussy hummed to life.

My futa-dick throbbed at the sudden churning bliss exploding through my pussy. I gasped, shaken out of my reverie of Sabrina's delicious voice. I arched my back in my chair, Amelia stroking my girl-dick faster while toying with her control, her pussy clenching down on my fingers.

"Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;"

I could have fun, too. I hit the button turning it on.

"O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave"

Sabrina's tits jiggled as her body swayed. Her face twisted for a moment as both her holes were attacked by the sex toys. My cunt clenched down on my buzzing vibrator, giving me a taste of the pleasure she felt.

"On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,"

I plundered my fingers faster and faster in and out of Amelia's pussy while I pushed the button to increase the vibrations. Sabrina's eyes widened. Her hands clutched her pregnant belly as she quivered, her brown hair swaying about her lush face.

"As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?"

"This is so hot," Amelia moaned then increased my bliss.

"Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam"

The vibrator churned through my pussy. The buzzing delight surged up to the tip of my girl-dick massaged by her pumping fist. I groaned, my eyes locked on the trembling Sabrina as she belted out the national anthem, her hands cupping her pregnant belly.

I increased the dildo churning up her pussy. She groaned, arching her back, her ripened breasts jiggling above her swollen stomach. Her voice warbled, but she kept singing the lyrics even as rapture crossed her face.

"O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave."

"Oh, yes, this is so hot," groaned Amelia, her pussy clenching about my fingers. I thrust them faster, inspired by the pleasure coursing through me.

I squirmed on my seat, my round breasts jiggling beneath my low-cut, black dress. My nipples ached and throbbed, drinking in the sweet caress of the fabric. I licked my lips, groaning and shivering as the churning swelled and swelled inside of me. It drove me towards an orgasm.

Just like it did to Sabrina.

She fought it. I could tell as she arched her back, the words flowing through her lips. Pussy juices glistened on her thighs, reflecting the stage lights shining down on her. The beauty and passion of her voice echoed around the stage, making my cunt ache more and more as it clenched about the buzzing toy.

Amelia turned up the intensity. I did the same for Sabrina.

"And where is that band who so vauntingly swore"

I groaned to the rhythm of the song, swaying in my seat as the vibrator buzzed so hard in my cunt. My pussy drank in the sensations, feeding the growing ache at the tip of my girl-dick. My fingers plunged so fast into Amelia's cunt, making her shudder beside me. Her hand fisted my shaft faster and faster, stimulating me, driving me towards another orgasm.

"God, this is so hot," Mr. Mondale groaned and pressed the button on the pink vibrator, turning the butt plug to its highest setting.

Sabrina's eyes widened. Her knees buckled. But she kept singing.

"A home and a country, should leave us no more?"

Her delicious voice echoed through the air. It quivered more and more, but she reached for those high notes with confidence. She was right. The pleasure only fed the passion of her performance. Her caramel-hued body trembled, her pregnant belly wiggling before her.

I bred her. I ripened her body.

"Oh, god, I'm going to cum," I moaned, the vibrator humming away in my snatch.

"Yes, yes, yes," Amelia purred beside me. "She's so sexy. I want her eating my pussy, too. I want to press my pregnant belly against hers. It was so hot watching your breed her on live TV."

"Uh-huh," I moaned, the ache swelling at the tip of my girl-dick. My ovaries tightened.

"And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,"

Sabrina drove towards the climax of the sung, clearly fighting against the orgasm building inside of her. I fumbled at the remote, the fingers of my other hand thrusting over and over into Amelia's pregnant depths, and hit the highest setting on the thick dildo buried in her cunt.

The pregnant cheerleader quivered. I thought for a moment she would lose it. That she would cum before finishing the song. Her knees buckled. She leaned over, grasping her thighs with her tight hands. Her tits swayed before her.

But she kept singing.

"O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand"

I came.

It was so inspiring to see her fighting through her orgasm, resisting the rapture churning away at her cunt and asshole that I couldn't hold back. My dick erupted. My pussy convulsed about the vibrator humming away in my snatch.

More futa-cum splattered the bottom of the table. Waves of ecstasy washed through my body. I cried out in climatic rapture, jamming my digits deep into Amelia's snatch. Her hand fisted up and down my cock, squeezing out my cum.

"Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the Heav'n rescued land"

More and more jizz fired from my futa-dick. My eyes widened. It was more than usual. The vibrator kept buzzing away inside my snatch, feeding my orgasm. Keeping it alive. I bucked and convulsed, ecstasy melting my brain as rapture kept firing from my girl-cock.

"Oh, my fucking god!"

"Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,"

"Ooh, this is so hot!" Amelia gasped, her hand fisting so fast up and down my erupting girl-cock. "You're multi-orgasmic."

"I am!" I screamed out, stars bursting across my vision.

I stared at Sabrina as she reached for the finale of the national anthem. I gasped and moaned, blast after blast after blast of girl-spunk firing from my dick. I whimpered and moaned, my mind melting into utter rapture. It was incredible. It was outstanding.

It was the best performance of the Star Spangled Banner I had ever heard.

"O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!"

Sabrina threw out her arms and surrendered to her rapturous orgasm after crying out the final line of the national anthem. Her entire body bucked and heaved. She came so hard, her pussy juices pushed out her dildo. It fell onto the stage, buzzing at her feet as she screamed her pleasure.

"Oh, that's so hot!" Amelia gasped, her pussy clenching down on my pumping fingers.

Then her hot flesh convulsed about my digits. Amelia joined Sabrina and me in orgasmic rapture. My dick still fired. My cum still erupted out of my girl-cock. I leaned over, gasping and groaning, my pussy growing sore from the constant buzzing.

"I love this competition!" Sabrina gasped as she sank down on her knees, her tits and pregnant belly swaying before her. "So good! Oh, yes, yes, yes! I love cumming while everyone watches me!"

"Me, too!" I whimpered, my right hand thrusting down between my thighs. I had to stop this. I couldn't take any more orgasms. They were too much. They rippled through me. The tip of my dick ached. My ovaries were sore.

I ripped the vibrator out of my snatch and heaved a sigh of relief as my orgasm crashed into buzzing bliss. I leaned back in my chair, my fingers slipping out of Amelia's snatch. As the Dolby Theater thundered in applause, I could only gasp and pant, my mind melted.

I couldn't think. I couldn't focus.

"I don't think anyone will forget this performance," Karissa said, awe in her voice.

"No," Mr. Mondale croaked beside me.

"Sabrina Wright has put on the best rendition of our national anthem ever," Karissa continued. "I'm feeling so patriotic. And horny."

"Mmm, maybe I can join you with Jordan after the show," panted Sabrina as she rose on rubbery legs. "I'm not a blonde, but I can still be pretty fun."

"Maybe," Karissa said. "Now, our next performer is Elaine Firmin and that beautiful smile of her."

I hardly noticed Elaine playing her violin naked as I drifted through the euphoria from my multiple orgasms. Futa-cum stained my thighs and dripped down from the bottom of the table. I felt so amazing. My entire body buzzed from that bliss.

Applause rippled through the audience when Elaine finished. I was blinking, struggling to focus as Rochelle Brice came out next, a redhead with short hair and a pixyish face. She had such cute dimples on her face as she sat down on a chair, spread her legs wide, and fingered her snatch while singing My Heart Will Go On.

She was no Céline Dion. Nor did she have Sabrina Wright's skill. And it just wasn't the same watching her masturbate as it was watching Sabrina war against the buzzing toys in her pussy and asshole. Toys she couldn't control.

But my dick was swelling hard again and I groaned as Rochelle came so hard she squirted. Juices gushed from her pussy and splashed the stage a good five feet from her. Her toes curled as she cried out in rapturous delight.

"Oh, my, she's a gusher," Karissa said, fanning her face. "I know who to go to when I need a shower to cool off."

Laughter rippled through the audience. I smiled while Mr. Mondale chuckled beside me, nodding his head in complete agreement. My eyes widened as I finally remembered when I bred Rochelle. I bumped into her shopping and she showered my face in her cream as I ate her out in the changing room of the Forever 21 at the Northgate Mall.

"I think I know who are three finalist are," I said. Cass, Sabrina, and Rochelle.

But there were still two more to go.

"Now let's welcome Jacki Colbert on stage. She's going to do something different." Karissa paused. "She's going to perform a little magic."

"Magic?" Amelia asked.

Jacki strutted out in a delicious outfit. She had on a sparkling top hat, but not a full-size one. It was cut and tiny and perched at a jaunty angle on her blonde hair. She strutted out in a modified sexy tuxedo outfit, the type a magician's assistant would wear, the tails dangling past her cute rump, her thighs clad in fishnet stockings. The front was cut low to keep her large breasts exposed while it hugged her pregnant belly. She moved with such confidence as she came to a stop in the center of the stage.

"Hi," she said, doing a little flourish with her hands, "I've always believed in magic." She showed her palms were empty. "I always thought that it existed in the world, but until I met Becky and her amazing cock, I never had proof.

"But thanks to her, I've gained abilities." She snapped the fingers of her right hand and suddenly she had a blue egg vibrator held in her open palm.

I shuddered, wondering where she hid it since her outfit didn't have long sleeves. I leaned forward. I always loved stage magic. I knew it wasn't real, but it was still so impressive knowing that they magicians were manipulating objects in a away that defied belief.

"Of course, my magic has a naughty bent," she said, waving her hands and then gasped as the egg vibrator hummed to life. You could see it quivering in her hand and the microphone she wore picked up just the faintest buzzing. "Not surprising given how horny Becky is."

The audience laughed and Mr. Mondale guffawed loudly beside me. I couldn't help smiling, my futa-dick aching and throbbing again. I was such a horny creature.

Jacki wiggled her fingers again and the vibrator clicked off. "It has been so wonderful to explore these strange abilities Becky has awakened in me since she bred me with that delicious futa-cock. But to do the magic I need tonight, I need more of her touch.

"I need her up stage with me, helping me out."

Applause thundered through the audience as the spotlight suddenly fell on me. I shuddered as I rose, my futa-cock thrusting out the very short skirt of my little black dress. There was no hiding the cum staining my thighs and calves as I strutted out on stage. I didn't care at all. I loved it when people knew I was naughty.

I reached her and said, "Riiiiight, you need me to power your magic."

She gave me a naughty grin. "What, are you calling me a liar?"

"I'm calling you a horny, pregnant beauty that just wants to have an excuse to play with my futa-dick."

The blonde gave a wicked laugh, her left hand, the one not holding the egg vibrator, touching my arm. "Well, that's just a bonus, isn't it? You can't blame a girl for wanting to enjoy her work."

"No, I can't," I said.

She laughs again, the audience joining her. She shook her head as she cleared her mirth. "Mmm, I need to be careful around you. You're such a distraction. So… where was I?"

"You called me on stage to help power your magic trick."

"Right, right," she said and held out the egg vibrator. "Now what is this?"

"A naughty toy."

"Mmm, so naughty. I tried it out just yesterday. To make sure it was fully functional." A shiver ran through Jacki's body. "Now why don't you take it and examine it."

I grabbed it, my fingers sliding along the smooth plastic. Unlike many egg vibrators, this one didn't have a cord connected to a control box. But I knew there were some that were remote controlled like Sabrina's toys were and—

Jacki snapped her fingers and the toy buzzed to life

I squeaked in shock, almost dropping the toy.

"So, as you can see, it works as intended," Jacki said. She snapped her fingers and it shut off.

"Was it intended to be controlled by magic?" I asked.

She winked at me and did another flourish with her hands. A marker appeared, thick and black. She held it out to me. "Now this is a waterproof marker—and that's very important for this trick. I want you to take it and right your name on it. Make it distinctive so you'll recognize it."

I uncapped the marker, the strong whiff of heady chemicals filling my nose. It was a little tricky writing on the smooth ovoid toy. It kept shifting in my palm. Getting a little frustrated, I gripped it with my fingers and penned my name quickly.

But I didn't spell my name right. I scrawled Becki instead of Becky and put a little swirling dot over the I. I wanted it to be memorable.

"Done," I said.

Jacki snagged the vibrator from my hand, holding it between her thumb and forefinger. "Oh, that's cute how you spell your name. Trying to be tricky?"

I winked at her.

"I like that," Jacki said. She brought the egg vibrator down to her pussy, holding it in that same grip, keeping it in sight the entire time. Her outfit left her shaved pussy on display, her fishnet stockings doing nothing to hide her engorged labia. She easily slipped the toy through the opening and groaned as she pressed it into her pussy.

But not far. I could still see the bottom of it peeking out of her snatch.

The naughty, pregnant magician turned around and bent over, her hands rubbing at her ass, moving the tails of her outfit. They draped off her rump but now didn't hide her pussy as she wiggled her rear at the crowd. I could see the egg vibrator nestled in the folds of her snatch, half in her.

"Now, Becky, if you wouldn't mind pushing the toy deep into me with that big futa-dick of yours," she purred.

"So this is how you get to enjoy my cock," I said, giving her a big grin.

"Yep," she moaned, wiggling her hips. "Ooh, and let's make it fun." She snapped her fingers.

The toy buzzed to life, its edges growing fuzzy. She groaned, low and throaty. The tip of my girl-dick ached. I shuddered and moved into position. I felt the cameras on us, the crews moving at the edges of us to capture this moment for the people watching live on the cable network where the FCC's puritanical regulations didn't matter.

I groaned as the sensitive crown of my girl-dick brushed the buzzing toy. Pleasure shuddered down my shaft as I pushed it into her pussy. Her cunt swallowed all of the blue egg and then her labia spread around my thicker tip. I shuddered as her silky heat embraced my cock.

"Oh, my god, you are hung, Becky!" Jacki whimpered.

"And you're so wet," I groaned.

I pushed the vibrating toy deeper and deeper into her cunt. I shuddered, groaning in delight as her pussy clenched and relaxed around my cock, working her muscles as she wiggled her hips. It was so incredible. She had such delicious control over her pussy walls, adding another delight to the buzzing bliss humming against the tip of my dick.

I sank to the hilt in her, making her gasp and whimper. I groaned, her pussy squeezing and contracting around my cock. I wanted to fuck her. To pound her. But I also didn't want to move. She felt so incredible about me. So silky and hot. I could just stay like this forever engulfed in her tight bliss and feeling that vibrator buzz against the tip of my cock.

"Now pull your dick out of my pussy," Jacki said, her voice throaty.

"But I haven't cum yet," I protested.

"Well, you've cum in my pussy before, so you'll survive. I have proof."

Laughter rippled behind me. I couldn't help smiling while my hands sliding around her to grip her pregnant belly through her outfit. My dick ached inside of her. My snatch grew hotter and hotter as the vibrations traveled down my shaft.

"You feel too good to pull out," I groaned.

"I know, I know. My pussy is Grade A cunt." She squeezed down hard on me, the silky pressure making me shudder. "But… you'll cum. I promise, Becky. Pull out your dick then fish out the vibrator humming away in my pussy."

"Fine," I groaned and drew my girl-dick out. I shuddered as I popped out of her snatch. Then I shoved my fingers in after her. I had to reach in deep, sinking more and more of my hand into her. She groaned and gasped as I began fisting her.

Her silky flesh squeezed down so hard around me.

Then I snagged the buzzing toy and worked it out of her cunt. I shivered as I drew it out of her silky embrace and—

"Holy fuck, it's red!" I gasped as I held the crimson vibrator in my hand. It was blue when she stuck it in. I saw it. "This is… I… Wow."

"Mmm, and is your name written anywhere on it?"

"No," I said, shaking my head. "This is… incredible. Where did mine go?"

"Maybe you should stick your cock in my asshole," Jacki said, wiggling her hips.

My dick throbbed as I stared at her tight, puckered hole peeking out between her butt-cheeks. I clenched the sticky egg vibrator in my left and brought my dick to her sphincter. I found that opening and pressed forward. My pussy-soaked cock slid with ease into her rectum.

I let out a loud, wanton groan as I pressed deeper and deeper into her velvety bowels. Her anal sheath clung to my dick, the friction shooting delight down to my pussy. I shuddered and she whimpered, her body shaking and—

"No way," I groaned as I felt plastic pressing against the tip of my cock.

Her fingers snapped.

"No fucking way," I moaned as buzzing bliss caressed the tip of my dick.

"Now, let's see if you can get it out of there," Jacki moaned.

"Wait, wait, I have to cum first," I moaned, my body shuddering, the vibrations rippling up my shaft.

I squeezed my eyes shut, drinking in the pleasure of the buzzing toy caressing the tip of my cock while her asshole clenched and relaxed on my dick. She wiggled her hips, stirring her sheath around my futa-dick.

My groans rose out of my throat. My tits jiggled in my dress as I let her massage me with her asshole and drank in the delight of her buzzing toy. Such bliss flowed through me. Such incredible rapture engulfed me.

It was such wicked delight. I couldn't believe how amazing this was. I swayed and groaned, the toy teasing my cock, bringing me closer and closer to erupting. I felt the cameras on me, the eyes of the world watching me enjoy Jacki's asshole.

"Oh, Becky, yes," groaned the pregnant magician. "Ooh, yes, yes, yes, I love your dick in me!"

"Anal slut!" I groaned, my left hand bringing the other vibrator, still humming away, to my nipples. I pushed it against my right nub, the fabric now barrier to the buzzing bliss.

Electricity shot down to my pussy.

My snatch clenched. My futa-dick throbbed. I gasped as my orgasm exploded in my ovaries. The jizz rushed down my cock and erupted against the egg vibrator buried in her bowels. I threw back my hair, my blonde tresses slipping off my left shoulder.

Rapture exploded through my mind. It pulsed through my body. My cum fired over and over, bathing the egg vibrator churning away in her asshole. She groaned and gasped, her flesh writhing and rippling about me.

"Oh, yes, Becky, mark the vibrator with your cum!" she moaned. "Ooh, yes, yes, yes, this is so good! Mmm, your cock is so deep in me!"

"You are the best magician in the world!" I howled as my orgasm carried me so high, pussy juices gushing down my thighs. I trembled and whimpered, my dick spurting one last time into her asshole.

I swayed as the rapture peaked in me.

The vibrator turned off.

"Ooh, now let's get it out of me," groaned Jacki.

I nodded, ripping my cock out of her asshole. My fingers went towards her loose hole. I pressed into her, her sphincter stretching and stretching, swallowing two then three then four of my fingers. Then her asshole engulfed my entire hand. I fisted her bowels as I reached into her cum-filled depths.

I brushed the egg vibrator. My fingers seized it. She gasped and moaned, her anal sheath writhing and convulsing about my hand as I pulled the toy out of her. Her back arched and her body shuddered as her orgasm raged through her and…

I pulled out the blue vibrator. My signature was half-covered in my pearly jizz. "Holy fucking shit, it's my vibrator! I saw you put this into your pussy."

"That's what makes it magic," she moaned as she straightened, her face flushed.

My jaw dropped as I held the egg vibrator in my fingers, the scent of her sour ass and my salty cum filling my nose. I knew who was making it to the finals. I turned to face the audience as they thundered their applause.

I loved judging this beauty contest.

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April 17th, 2047

"It was no contest who we chose for the finals," I said to Adelia, my dick throbbing hard as I remembered that delicious magic trick. "The decision was simple. Cass Alymer, Sabrina Wright, and Jacki Colbert not only blew us away, they set the bar for what contestants had to perform if they wanted a chance of winning the crown."

"Yes, they did," Amelia said, her caramel face flushed. "Ooh, just hearing you talk about it has made me wish to see Jacki Colbert's performance. I've only heard amazing things about her career in Vegas."

"The naughtiest stage magic act you'll ever see," I said, nodding my head. "Though still not the naughtiest burlesque show I've seen in Sin City."

"Shame you can't talk about that," Amelia said, a grin on her lips. "You know, because what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."

I smiled, laughter bubbling from my lips. "So true. Good thing Ms. Bred Beauty Pageant is held in LA."

"So, you had narrowed down the final three contestants," Amelia said. "Now they just had to prove why they were worthy of the crown."

"And they were all so eager to do it," I purred.

To be continued…

The World's First Futa–Futa's Beauty Pageant Chapter Three: Futa's First Naughty Award

The World's First Futa

Futa's Beauty Pageant

Chapter Three: Futa's First Naughty Award

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Public, Sex Toys, Anal, Ass to Mouth, Bondage, Spanking, Lactation, Pregnant

Description: To award the winner of her beauty pageant, Becky must be satiated by the three finalists and their naughty toys!

April 17th, 2047

"So I think everyone in the audience and watching live around the world is interested in who won, Becky," Adelia, the talk show host interviewing me, asked. "Which one of the three finalists impressed you the most?"

"Well, it wasn't an easy decision," I said. "All three of them blew me away with their talent portion of the contests. They were all so eager to win and be crowned Ms. Bred 2019. Their horny and pregnant bodies quivered to please me."

"So that's what it came down to?" she asked. "Which of them made you cum the hardest in the toy portion?"

I smiled at Adelia. "Well, they all made me cum hard during the talent contest for different reason. I mean, Cass's amazing control of her pectoral muscles to make her tits bounce and squirt breast milk was amazing. And Sabrina's angelic voice, belting out one of the hardest songs to sing while having toys buzzing inside her pussy and asshole… Well, that was a sight to behold."

"And she was kind enough to share her toys, too," added Adelia. "It's called the Sabrina Rule, right. Where the contestants can't give sex toys to the judges to try and influence them."

"Mr. Mondale implemented it for the second year," I said. "I think he was just jealous he wasn't given a vibrator."

Adelia laughed at that, a genuine sound bursting from her lips. She leaned over, her tits jiggling in her dress, moving in such inviting ways.

My futa-cock was so hard. I was looking forward to the upcoming commercial break. I needed another cum. Enjoying my wife's asshole before the last break was great, but… talking about my life was just so exciting.

It just kept me hard all the time.

"And, of course, Jacki gave that amazing magic show," Adelia continued when she regained her composure. "She proved how skilled she was with sex toys."

"I still don't know how she switched the egg vibrators," I said. "I know I pushed a blue one into her cunt with my girl-dick and then pulled out a red one a moment later." I shuddered, remembering that wicked delight. "That's what makes stage magicians so much fun. And, yes, she was skilled with toys.

"They all were."

"So whose idea was it to have the finale come down to the three remaining contestants to please you with their favorite sex toys?" Adelia patted my thigh. Heat rippled up my skin to my pussy. Then it throbbed up to my futa-dick tenting the front of my skirt. "You?"

"Mr. Mondale," I said. "He knew it would be a huge rating boon advertising that you'd get to see me fuck the three finalist. The advertising rates he charged alone made us both rich."

Adelia leaned closer, her hand stroking higher up my thigh. Her eyes had a naughty glint in them. "So, why did you vote for the winner?"

"Because she infected me with her enthusiastic charm," I purred, licking my lips.

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March 23rd, 2019

"So the rules for the toy demonstration are simple," purred Karissa Walmsley. Last year's Miss Universe held her pregnant belly, covered by her silver dress, with both hands as she faced the audience. "The three remaining finalist have each selected their favorite sex toys. They're going to use them on Becky Woodward. Then she and the other two judges will select the one they think pleased our naughty futa the most."

Applause thundered through the Dolby Theater in Los Angeles. I shivered, listening to it, my futa-dick so hard beneath my little, black dress. I rose once more from the judges table and strutted out onto the stage on my heels, feeling so glamorous. This was the same stage that the Oscars were held. In the year-and-a-half since I became the world's first futa, it never really hit me just how powerful having a girl-dick was.

The audience loved me. Many were women, their desire for me sweeping over the stage. I heard my fellow cheerleaders whooping in the front row. They were here to support Mei Wen, a Chinese girl on our squad, who made the event but was disqualified in the first round.

Now they were just eager to watch me have my fun.

"Mmm, Becky," Karissa said, her right arm slipping around my waist and pulling me against the swell of her pregnancy. She wasn't showing as much as the contestants, but it still made my dick throb knowing my daughter grew inside of her. "I bet you're just excited."

"Can't you tell?" I asked, glancing down at my clit-dick tenting the front of the skirt. "I've been looking forward to this all night. It's not often that women bust out their toy collection to please me."

"Too busy working their fertile pussies up and down your cock to do much else?" Karissa asked, her voice throaty. I remembered meeting her four months ago and how the caramel-skinned, mixed race beauty queen exploded on my girl-dick.

"Yep."

"Good thing you've already bred all the finalists so they concentrate on pleasing other parts of you."

The crowd whooped again.

My cheeks actually blushed. I didn't think I could still blush, but right now, before them all, a surprisingly virginal wave of nervousness washed through me. My stomach gave a little turn even as my pussy grew hotter. Juices trickled down my thighs. I was eager for this to start while hoping I didn't make a fool of myself before the world as the cameras broadcast this live.

It wasn't on one of the big networks, but on cable where the FCC couldn't object.

"So, who are you leaning towards?" Karissa asked.

"It's a close race right now," I said. "But… Jacki did let me fuck her asshole."

Karissa gave a wicked laugh. "Which was so naughty of her. You almost ruined her magic trick with your horny cock."

"It was her fault for inviting me to thrust my dick into her pregnant snatch," I said, my cock twitching.

"Mmm, it was," she said, her hand around my waist slipping up my dress. "Now we need to get you naked."

I shivered as the beauty queen's hand slid up my naked back to the ties of my dress behind my neck. With my blonde hair piled on my right side and spilling down my cleavage, she didn't have any obstruction. In moments, her deft fingers had it open and the top fell away to expose my round breast.

"Mmm, I love these tits," Karissa said, her free hand gasping my right mound. She squeezed it and shook it at the crowd. "Don't you?"

The crowd roared their agreement, their lust washing over me. It was a powerful wave that had me shivering. Then I gasped as Karissa leaned over and sucked on my nipple. Her tongue swirled around it, making me quiver.

Her lips popped off after a moment. "Mmm, just getting you warmed up for the finalist."

"Mmm, you got me boiling," I groaned then gasped as she worked off my skirt down my hips, the fabric rubbing on the sensitive tip of my girl-dick. Pleasure flowed down my shaft to my pussy. "Ooh, Karissa, that's nice."

"So's this," the pregnant beauty queen purred and grabbed my girl-dick. She stroked up and down it. "Mmm, the finalists are lucky to get to enjoy this."

I nodded my head in agreement as I stepped out of my little, black dress. I stood naked save for my heels before the world. With Karissa's hand stroking up and down my dick, the virginal nervousness vanished. This wasn't my first time having sex live on the air.

Not by a long shot.

The stage lights blazed brighter, spotlights flooding down to illuminate behind me. I turned and smiled at the bed on a round dais. It slowly rotated, not fast to be distracting to the pregnant contestant and me, but enough so the crowd and the world could see us at so many different angles.

Cass Alymer stood naked by the bed, her collection of toys on a small nightstand also on the platform. Karissa broke away from me and sauntered to the pregnant contestant with the large breasts. The black-hair contestant had a big smile on her face as she rubbed her swollen belly.

"So, what have you brought to play with Becky?" she asked as I lightly stroked my futa-cock.

"Lots and lots of vibrators," Cass said, a big grin spreading on her lips. "Including ones for her nipples."

"Fan of nipple play?" Karissa asked.

"Always. And now that my milk has come in, well, it's an exciting delight." She hefted her own left breast, brought her fat, dusky-pink nipple to her mouth, and suckled from it. She moaned as she tasted her own creamy treat."

My mouth watered.

"And I see you have several ben wa balls," Karissa added.

Cass popped her own nipple out of her mouth. "Mmm, yes, we're going to have fun with those."

"I bet you are." Karissa glanced at me as she backed away. "Enjoy, you two."

"Yes," I groaned and advanced on Cass, my pussy on fire. So much naughty fun.

Cass caught me in an embrace the moment I mounted the rotating dais. Her pregnant belly pressed into my stomach as she kissed me hard. Her tongue danced with mine, her mouth nibbling and teasing. I shuddered, squirming against her, my stomach caressing hers. I tasted something sweet and melony, like cantaloupe.

Breast milk.

Cass broke the kiss and smiled. "Mmm, just slide onto the bed, and I will take care of everything, Becky."

"I'm putty in your hands," I moaned as I sank onto the bed.

She grabbed a pair of small, cylindrical vibrators, shorter than my pinky finger, but also wider. Which one had surgical tape already on them, ready to be attached. I shivered as she positioned each one over my nipples, smoothing the tape down to hold them in place. The cool plastic caressed them. She pushed buttons on top.

Buzzing delight teased my nipples. I let out a wanton moan, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as I squirmed on the bed. It was such a tease, my dick throbbing to the puling vibration. She grabbed two more vibrators, also cylindrical, but larger.

"Now these are for your cock," she said, grabbing an elastic band and bringing the toys to my dick.

"Really?" I asked.

"They're meant for men, but I think we can improvise," she purred.

"Do you like to use these on the men in your life?"

"While I suck on their balls or lick their assholes." Cass gave me a wink. "But with a futanari, why, I'll have to play with your pussy, instead."

My snatch clenched in delight.

She pressed both toys against my cock and put the band around them. It held them in place. She hit the buttons on both, and they came to life. I groaned, the vibrations even more intense against my cock then my nipples.

My dick's tip and frenulum drank in the buzzing bliss. The electricity churned by those naughty toys met the sparks jolting from my nipples. The sensations all mixed inside my hot pussy. I trembled, rubbing my thighs together while she grabbed the ben walls.

"This is such wondrous torture," I groaned, my futa-dick twitching, aimed right at my breasts.

"Mmm, and it's about to get better," the pregnant woman purred as she knelt between my thighs. She stared at my blonde bush, the ben wall balls in hand. They were a swirl of clearly crimson and pure diamond, the red almost milky at times. They were connected by a string.

She pushed the first ball against the entrance of my pussy, teasing me. My dick twitched, drinking in the buzzing vibrators. I whimpered, squirming my hips. My hands found my breasts, squeezing them, brushing the surgical tape holding the humming toys against my nubs.

It felt incredible.

She pushed the ben wa ball against my pussy. I gasped as my soaked labia stretched and stretched to accommodate it. The sphere was wider than any toy I'd put in there. I groaned, my pussy swallowing the first ball. I felt in inside of me as I squirmed, adding its own delight to the pleasure building in me.

Then she pressed the second one against my pussy lips.

"Cass," I whimpered as my twat swallowed ball number two. I had two of them in me, stretching my cunt to her limit. I wiggled, my futa-dick swaying as it thrust out above my stomach. "Ooh, that's naughty."

"Mmm, and it's about to get better," she purred, leaning down. I felt her breath on my pussy, hot and teasing, as she worked the third ben wa ball into me.

I groaned at it nuzzling at my pussy lips. Her tongue lapped at my folds around it as she wiggled it into me. The other two balls filled me up and… and… she managed to pop the third one in while her tongue fluttered up and down my slit.

The vibrators felt like they hummed faster as her tongue danced up and down my pussy lips. My cunt clenched around the ben wall balls. I shuddered, squirming. Her tongue caressed my labia, gathering my sweet juices flowing out of me.

"Oh, Becky, you taste so good," moaned Cass as she licked again. "Mmm, just so yummy."

"Uh-huh," I moaned, not sure what to say. I jiggled my breasts, the vibrators shifting as they buzzed away against my nipples. My dick throbbed more and more. The buzzing bliss brought me closer and closer to my orgasm.

As the ache built at the tip of my girl-cock, the vibrators humming against my sensitive crowns felt even more intense. I gasped, fingers digging into my tits. I whimpered, back arching. I felt the cameras and the audience watching me in breathless anticipation.

"Oh, my god, Cass," I groaned, my cunt clenching down on those ben wa balls. "This is… This is amazing. Ooh, you're just so naughty!"

"Uh-huh," she moaned.

Then she tugged.

I gasped as all three ben wa balls were ripped out of my pussy. My labia spread wide as they jerked out. The rapture sent a surged through me. My pussy transmitted this delight right to the tip of my futa-cock.

"Cass!" I cried out as my futa-cock erupted.

Hot cum spurted up my body. Blast after blast of jizz splashed along my round tits, spilling over the surgical tape and the vibrators. Cass licked at my snatch, gathering up the pussy cream flowing out of me as I bucked on the bed.

The vibrators kept my dick erupting. The stimulation on my cumming cock only sent more rapture into me. More and more jizz flowed out of me as I bucked on the bed. I gasped and cried out. The ecstasy washed across my brains.

"Mmm, yes," the busty, pregnant contestant purred. She licked at my pussy again. "You just want more! You want to enjoy my pussy."

"Yes!" I gasped as she sat up and grabbed a green dildo off the table. It had a curved shaft, ending at a blunt hook. She slammed it into my cunt.

The curving upward tip caressed my pussy walls. Making me shudder. She just gave me a naughty grin as she pulled off the vibrators around my cock. I whimpered, wanting more stimulation to ripple down my cock. She moved, her belly heaving as she went to straddle me.

Before she did, she turned on the vibrator in my pussy.

"Holy fucking shit!" I gasped, shocked by what I felt. It didn't just buzz, though that felt incredible, it also rotated.

I shuddered as the rounded tip spun inside of me. Not fast, but it was incredible as it teased me. It stirred me up. Cass grinned at me as she straddled me. I whimpered, her pillowy breasts swaying, her hand guiding my futa-dick to her shaved, pregnant pussy.

I gasped as her thick, butterfly-like labia kissed my futa-dick. Those engorged petals engulfed my dick in her warmth. I shuddered as she slid down my body, engulfing me in her heat while quivering in delight. My nipples throbbed, still teased by the vibrations.

"Mmm, now isn't that nice?" she asked, leaning over me, her breasts dangling towards me. Milk beaded her dusky-pink nipples.

I seized her tits and moaned, "Uh-huh." I licked my lips, staring at those creamy droplets. "Just amazing."

"Go ahead," she moaned as she slid her pussy up my shaft, her cunt clenching down my clit-dick. "Nurse. Enjoy yourself, Becky."

Pleasure racing through my body, I lifted my head and latched onto her right nipple. My lips formed a tight seal. I suckled. Her treat squirted. Hot, creamy, sweet breast milk splashed across my tongue. I whimpered as I enjoyed the delicious taste. It melted on my mouth.

I gulped it down, my cunt clenching down on the rotating dildo. I whimpered, squeezing her breast tight. More breast milk squirted into my hungry mouth. I swallowed the treat as fast as I could. She groaned, working her snatch up and down my dick, squeezing and massaging my clit-dick with her silky flesh. The bottom swell of her pregnant belly rubbed against my stomach as she rode me.

The bed creaked. Cameras moved around us, capturing us for the world to enjoy as the bed slowly rotated. I groaned, my toes curling. The vibrators buzzed against my nipples. The naughty dildo churned my pussy to a hot froth.

My ovaries swelled, the pressure building and building in me as she worked her cunt faster and faster up and down my dick. Her silky pussy worked faster and faster. Her moans echoed through the air as I nursed from her mouth.

Her breast milk coated my tongue. My throat. The warmth poured down my belly and spread through my body.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, Becky!" she groaned. "I've missed this cock so much! Ooh, yes. You're going to cum so hard in my pregnant pussy, aren't you?"

I could only moan about her nipple as I suckled again.

Her hands stroked my blonde hair as she bounced faster and faster on me. She worked that silky, bred pussy up and down my dick. She swiveled her hips and stirred around inside of me while her dildo rotated in my snatch. That massaging tip caressed different parts of me as I squirmed.

"Ooh, you're going to make me cum, Becky!" she whimpered. "I'm so horny all the time. And now you're in me. You're nursing from me! And the world… Oh, god, the world's watching."

"Yes, we are," purred Karissa. "Cum like the little pregnant slut you are, Cass."

Cass slammed her pussy down my cock. Her pregnant belly rubbed into my flat stomach as she heaved. Her pussy convulsed, spasming about my cock. Her back arched, ripping her nipple out of my hungry mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped, squirming above me. Her moans sang across the stage as the pleasure shot through me. "Becky! Cum in me!"

"I will!" I moaned as she worked her convulsing snatch up and down my dick. My nipples throbbed. My pussy clenched on the rotating dildo. All these sensations shot through me, mixing and warring, driving me wild.

Her silky, convulsing snatch engulfed my cock. My dick throbbed. I unloaded into her bred depths. My body shuddered. My tits heaved as I cried out in orgasmic rapture. Pleasure surged out of me, boiling into her juicy cunt.

My mouth popped off her nipple as the pleasure spasmed my body. My pussy convulsed, sending waves of rapture to mix with the pulses of ecstasy jolting from my futa-cock. I pumped her pregnant snatch full of so much cum while the exciting flavor of her breast milk lingered on my lips.

"Becky!" she whimpered as her pussy wrung out the last drops of my futa-spunk.

"Mmm, Cass, that was delicious," I groaned, lost in a daze. "Thank you for sharing all your favorite toys with me."

She beamed at me, holding her pregnant belly.

As I recovered, Sabina came out naked with her tray full of naughty objects. She came up to Karissa, the beauty queen letting out a naughty gasp of surprise. "Well, look at what you brought, Sabrina. Who's going to be tied up?"

Tied up?

"Since Becky fucked me in front of my boyfriend, Tavon, and bred me, we learned he enjoys being cuckolded. We've been having a lot of fun with that. And, well, we've found it's even hotter when I'm tied up and being fucked by a strong man while he watches in the corner." She turned and blew a kiss towards the side of the stage.

I blinked, noticing the Black man sitting there. The quarterback for the University of Oregon's Ducks had thick dreadlocks that fell about his ebony face. He wore a suit, cutting a dashing figure in it. My dick throbbed. I would get to cuckold him.

"So I want Becky to do that to me," Sabrina continued. The caramel-skinned, mixed-race beauty trembled beside Karissa, her naked ass wiggling at me. "I brought all my favorite BDSM paraphernalia." She held up a leather strap. "I especially love being spanked while giving a blowjob. I'm just such a naughty girl."

"I'll say," Karissa said. She looked over her shoulder at the bed and me sitting their naked, my futa-dick throbbing hard again. "Well, I think Becky's recovered from what Cass did to her. Your turn to rock her world."

"Mmm, yes," Sabrina said.

Her round breasts jiggled as she rolled her table towards the slowly rotating dais. I trembled as she had such a smoky look on her face. She walked with that sexy, pregnant waddle, leaning back slightly, her swollen belly thrust before her. I licked my lips, my futa-dick aching. I'd never done this before, but I was willing to try.

Sabrina lifted her tray onto the dais and joined it. Then she knelt on the bed and put her hand behind me. "Mistress Becky, please tie me up and fuck me while my boyfriend watches. Use my body! Make me your slut while he sits there and let's you use me!"

Her boyfriend groaned.

I didn't blame him. Those words made my dick ache and throb.

I grabbed the pink, fuzzy handcuffs as I looked at the rest of the toys. I think I knew what they were all for. My pussy dribbled juices down my thighs as I brought the cuffs to her wrists clasped behind her. Metal ratcheted as I slapped the restraints on both her wrists. She gave a tug and let out a whimpering moan.

I grabbed the matching blindfold, black and ringed with pink fuzz. Her moans only grew greater as I pulled it over her face, seating it on her eyes. Now she couldn't see what I was doing. What must that be like?

She trembled, her pregnant belly quivering before her. Juices ran down her thighs. Her brown bush was soaked, her trimmed curls beaded with dew. She was so turned on. I could smell her spicy musk. I grabbed the pink butt plug next and sucked on the rubbery end, soaking it in my saliva as I stared at her rump.

I could feel the audience watching with breathless awe. It was so quiet save for Sabrina's whimpers and the rattle of her handcuff chains. I shivered, feeling the expectant lust. I popped the butt plug out of my mouth and brought it to her asshole.

"Mistress Becky!" she whimpered as I worked it against her sphincter.

I remembered fucking that hole before I bred her pussy, making her wash my cock clean in her cunt. Her sphincter widened as the cone grew thicker and thicker. I twisted it back and forth, working it deeper and deeper into her asshole until it popped in, the handle nestled between her butt-cheeks.

I picked up the ring connected to several straps. I frowned at it for a moment. It was meant to tie around something and… Was it a type of gag? It was a thick ring. It would force her mouth to be open wide enough to… suck my cock.

My girl-dick witched as I brought it to her mouth. I shoved it in, forcing her lips and teeth to open wide. I secured it tight behind her, matting down her short, brown hair. She quivered, her breasts swaying, her nipples so hard. They begged for the next items.

I grabbed the clamps, a strange surge of lust shooting through me as I brought them to her hard nipples. I squeezed the ends, the mouth opening, covered in pink felt. I brought it to her nub and released it.

She squealed through her ring gag. Drool ran down her chin as she whimpered.

"That is kinky," Karissa said over the PA. "But Sabrina loves it. Look at her back arch, thrusting her tits at Becky. She wants the other one clamped, too."

"Yes," I groaned, more pussy juices flooding out of my hot cunt. I picked up the last clamp and brought it to her nipple. I opened it and held it around her nipple. I just had to release it and she'd squeal again.

I clamped her nipple.

She bucked. Her tits heaved. She moaned, her tongue wiggling in her open mouth. Her body quivered. My futa-dick throbbed, aching for the pleasure of using her body. I grabbed the last item, the leather strap. It was thick, like something a barber would use to sharpen his straight razor. I smacked it into my open palm.

It stung. Sabrina quivered.

I moved before her, feeling the audience waiting for this moment. I seized Sabrina's hair with my left hand, holding her head at the right level. I brought her mouth to my dick and slid my cock through the ring and into her warm depths.

It was different from a woman able to clamp her lips about my dick. Sabrina couldn't suck that hard, but her tongue could move, and her mouth was still hot and wet. I whimpered and fucked her mouth while I stared at her ass.

I smacked the strap down on her ramp.

A stinging smack echoed across the stage.

Sabrina whimpered about my futa-dick.

The watching audience moaned.

My pussy clenched.

SMACK!

I landed it harder. A bright, red stripe crossed her rump. I shuddered, my breast jiggling as I smacked it down again and again. I had to stretch my arm forward and lean over the pregnant slut to spank her while fucking her mouth.

SMACK!

"Oh, you are a naughty slut, Sabrina," I groaned, plowing into her mouth hard and fast, my dick ramming to the back of her throat. Her tongue danced around my shaft.

SMACK!

She moaned about my cock, the humming bliss shooting up my dick.

SMACK!

"Yes, yes, yes, you like this, don't you, you naughty slut!" I groaned, gripping her hair.

SMACK!

She whimpered about my dick, wiggling her rump covered in bright, red stripes.

SMACK!

"Yes, you do!" I growled, my pussy tightening. This was so hot. "Your boyfriend's watching while I use you."

SMACK!

"You're his girl, but my slut!"

SMACK!

"I'm going to use you!"

SMACK!

"I'm going to fuck you so hard!"

SMACK!

"You're my slut!"

SMACK!

Every word swelled my orgasm. It rose inside of me. I shuddered, my pussy squeezing tight while my dick throbbed in Sabrina's hot mouth. I slammed forward, driving my girl-dick deep into her mouth. My back arched. My tits heaved before me. With a gasp, my cock erupted.

I fired my girl-spunk into her mouth.

SMACK!

Pleasure rippled through me. She gulped it down with noisy pleasure. She quivered, wiggling her body as I pumped her mouth full of my futa-cum. It fired out of me, leaving me dizzy. My mind drank it in. I drew in deep breaths.

"That was good, slut," I groaned, my dick still hard. Still aching. "But I need more from your slut-body. I need to really defile you while your wimpy, pathetic boyfriend watches."

Sabrina moaned her agreement around my girl-dick.

I ripped my cock out of her mouth and threw down the leather strap. I moved around the bed, my dick throbbing and aching. My cock nudged into her ass as I settled into place. I seized the handle of her butt plug and tugged.

She let out a wordless moan of rapture as the cone ripped out of her asshole. Her sphincter gaped open for a moment as I lined up my girl-dick. Before her whimpers even stopped, I slammed my dick deep into her bowels, sodomizing her.

Hot, tight, wondrous pleasure engulfed my cock. I buried to the hilt in her velvety bowels. My crotch smacked into her welted ass. She moaned, clenching down on it. Her fingers twitched and curled, her wrists pulling on the fuzzy cuffs binding her together.

I seized the chain of her cuffs, gripping it tight, and thrust hard into her bowels. I pounded her. I fucked her with such passion. I jammed my girl-dick to the hilt in her. She gasped and whimpered, her asshole squeezing down on my girl-dick. Her hips rotated from side to side, stirring around my dick in her tight asshole.

"Oh, you love it, slut!" I growled. "You love taking the cock that bred your slut-cunt in your asshole, don't you?"

She moaned what could have been a yes.

"Mmm, and your boyfriend's watching, just like last time," I gasped, plowing so hard into her asshole, using her, fucking her.

My orgasm built so fast. This was intoxicating. I licked my lips, the flavor of Cass's breast milk still lingering. My tits heaved. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. Sabrina's bowels clenched and relaxed on my dick, the friction driving me to my climax and…

I yanked out of her asshole. I grabbed her hair and wrenched the pregnant slut around. She gave a wordless gasp moments before I rammed my dirty cock into her mouth. She wanted to be used, and this perverted part of me wanted to use her.

"That's it!" I moaned, my pussy clenching, my orgasm about to ripple through me. "Suck my dirty cock clean, whore!"

An explosion came from the studio audience. They clapped and cheered as I drove my filthy girl-dick so deep into Sabrina's gagged mouth. The girl's tongue swirled around my dick as my eyes squeezed shut.

Then rapture shot out of me. My body heaved as my cum erupted from my girl-dick. Blast after blast of my jizz erupted into her mouth. I pumped her full of my spunk. I shuddered, a dizzy wave sweeping through me as I used her for my pleasure.

She drank it down. She gulped my spunk. It was so nasty of her. I loved it. A dizzy sway ran through my body as the slut gulped it down with such hunger. I sucked in a deep breath, my eyes fluttering. Rapture burned through my mind. Stars exploded across my vision.

Then I released her hair and drank in the cheers and applause. She panted and groaned, my cum running down her chin along with her saliva. I ripped off her blindfold and shuddered at the glassy joy in her green eyes.

She loved it.

Then her boyfriend was there. He scooped her pregnant form up in his arms and carried her away while I gasped and panted. A wave of dizziness washed through me. I couldn't believe that just happened. That I spanked a pregnant girl, fucked her ass, and then came down her throat. It was all a blur.

An exciting blur.

I was dazed as Karissa called out the blonde Jacki. I didn't hear at all what she had planned for me as I trembled on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. My hand opened and closed. Did I… like dominating girls?

No… It was nice, but I liked them free to touch me. I enjoyed them able to cry out their rapture. I wanted them riding me. Fucking me. I wanted them dripping for me to just breed them, not spank them. Not tie them up. Once was nice…

Once…

Then Jacki was standing over the bed, a strange object in her hand, a thick dildo strapped to her pussy, thrusting from beneath her pregnant belly. She gave me such a wicked grin, her heavy tits swaying as she mounted the bed.

I blinked, staring at the strange, pink shaft in her hand. It looked like it was made of rubber, but it didn't look like a sex toy. Too… cylindrical and blunted. I caught a glimpse of a small hole centered around what look liked pussy lips sculpted into the fleshy latex.

"Going to use a magic trick to convince me you won?" I managed to ask as she settled between my thighs.

She winked at me. "Nope, just gonna use this onahole on your dick and fuck your pussy hard."

"Ona… hole?" I asked, frowning at the pink cylinder.

"It's a Japanese sex toys for boys." She gave me a grin. "And hung futas. It's a fake pussy. You're gonna love it."

I frowned as she grabbed pillows and hiked my ass, shoving them beneath, elevating my pussy to the level with her dildo. My futa-cock flopped on my belly, so hard and aching. My precum dribbled from the end. She brought her strap-on to my pussy, lined it up with my hungry hole, and thrust into me.

I groaned as she sank into my silky depths. My pussy clenched around her thick shaft, feeling the little bumps adorning it. They stroked my flesh, sending tingles of delight racing straight to the tip of my girl-dick. It had me whimpering. It felt incredible in me.

Then she brought the onahole to the tip of my dick. She pressed my cock against that small hole. It was the size of my pinky finger. There was no way it could…

I groaned as the elastic rubber stretched and stretched and stretched. It swallowed my cock in a tight grip, cool and slicked by lube inside. Then I gasped as the rubbery depths rubbed at my flesh, textured with ridges and bumps, tighter in some places than others.

"Holy fucking shit!" I gasped, my dick throbbing while my pussy clenched down on her dildo. "That's different."

"But hot, right?" she asked. "I always love jerking off a guy with an onahole while I peg his ass." She gave me a wicked grin. "And now I get to fuck your pussy."

"What sort of Christian college did you go to?" I groaned.

She winked at me and then the pleasure began.

My eyes bulged as she pumped the onahole up and down my cock at the same moment she fucked the thick, bumpy dildo in and out of my cunt. The pregnant blonde's big tits heaved as she plowed me. Her pregnant belly jiggled. I groaned, my twat squeezing down on the fake cock pumping in and out of me while the sensitive crown of my dick drank in the feel of the naughty toy.

She squeezed the onahole about my dick as she fucked me. My toes curled. The stretchy rubber felt different from a pussy, but it also felt nice. It stimulated me, shooting bliss down to my pussy being stirred up by her thrusting cock. My tits jiggled and heaved as she reamed me. Such delight rippled out of me.

"Oh, wow, Jacki!" I gasped as the blonde fucked me hard, my pussy squeezing down on her bumpy toy, drinking in the friction.

"Mmm, I knew you'd like it," she grinned. "You're such a futa-slut, Becky! Now work those hips. Ooh, yes you're grinding the dildo's base against my clit. You're making me feel good, too!"

"Good," I moaned, my tits bouncing and jiggling as she plowed me. I squirmed on the table, my dick throbbing in the onahole's tight embrace. "Oh, fuck, keep stroking my cock and fucking me. I'm going to cum so hard!"

"Gladly!" she panted, thrusting hard, her tits heaving. "Ooh, the world is watching us make such wicked passion! There are guys beating off and girls rubbing their cunts right now watching us."

"Yes!" I gasped, my pussy growing hotter and juicier. I whimpered as she thrust in harder. "Just getting off on how sexy we are!"

"So sexy!" she groaned, driving that bumpy dildo over and over into my pussy.

The pleasure swelled through me. My head arched, spotting one of the cameras recording this moment, immortalizing this hot sex. I shuddered, rotating my hips, meeting her thrusts. My futa-cock ached in the onahole, stimulated by that rubbery delight. My tip drank in the friction, my sensitive frenulum shooting rapture down to my cunt.

Every thrust of the dildo into my cunt brought my pussy closer to a boil. I groaned and shuddered, squeezing down on the shaft. The dual delights rippled through me. I gasped out my growing rapture, shuddering on the bed, my fingers clawing at the sheets.

"Jacki!" I groaned, my face tightening, my pleasure swelling.

"Just cum!" she groaned. "Let's cum together while the world masturbates to us!"

She drove her dildo into my cunt's depths. She slammed the onahole down my cock's length.

"Yes!" I howled.

My girl-cum fired into the onahole. Pulse after pulse of rapture shot out of my cock and through my body. My pussy convulsed on the bumpy dildo, drinking in the texture. Hot gusts of ecstasy howled through my body and triggered a storm of euphoric bliss in my mind. Lightning jolted from my cock, mixing in with the typhoon blowing my thoughts to and fro.

She gasped, trembling. Her moans joined mine. I knew she was cumming as she pumped the onahole up and down my dick, milking out all my cum into the rubbery hole. My pussy convulsed about her delicious dildo. My body shook as the pregnant woman fucked me into ecstasy.

I collapsed, panting. "Jacki, you wonderful slut. Mmm, that was incredible."

"Uh-huh," she moaned. "Now it's time for my treat."

I groaned as she ripped the onahole off my dick and brought the sex toy to her mouth. I watched as my pearly jizz ran out of the hole and onto her tongue thrust out of her lips. She groaned as my cream poured into her mouth, her body quaking through another orgasm as she gulped down my jizz on live TV.

I loved this beauty pageant.

"It's got to be Sabrina," Amelia said ten minutes later after I'd recovered from my fun with Jacki, my pussy still aching from her bumpy toy. We were at the judge's table while Pharrell performed his signature song, Happy. "It was so hot the way she had you tie her up."

"I liked Jacki," Mr. Mondale said. "She fucked you hard. You look like you exploded. And when she drank your jizz out of the onahole… Fuck, that was hot."

"I did cum hard," I said, my dick remembering that onahole. "But…" The taste of Cass's breast milk still somehow managed to linger after all the naughty fun. "What about Cass…?"

"Cass was so boring," Amelia said, rubbing at her pregnant belly. "Jacki had fun fucking you."

"Boring?" I gasped. "Cass was lactating." I shivered and licked my lips. "Mmm, when your milk comes in, you'll know how delicious it is. Nursing from Cass, gulping down her creamy treat… It only sweetened the pleasure of her pussy riding my dick. All the girls were amazing, but… To me, that creamy milk gives Cass the edge."

Amelia swallowed.

I leaned closer to her. "It was so sweet and warm. It squirted into my mouth, not like an erupting cock"—I used to suck Kurt, my one and only boyfriend, off before he took my virginity and triggered my transformation—"but… like a water pistol. But it tastes so much better. It has a melony flavor, like cantaloupe. And it feels so naughty sliding down your throat to your belly. Made my pussy so wet and my girl-dick throb."

Amelia whimpered. "Cass. I'm voting for Cass. That does sound hot."

"Yeah," Mr. Mondale groaned on the other side of me. "Two for Cass. It looks like she won."

Amelia's hands slid up to her tits, squeezing them. "Mmm, I really, really want to lactate now."

Cass looked so beautiful as I awarded her the crown and made her the first ever Ms. Bred. She wore a blue gown that set off her braided, black hair. It clung to her pregnant curves like a lover's caress. She beamed at me as I placed the sash over her shoulder and the silver tiara, tipped with diamonds, on her head. Tears built in her eyes.

I gave her a hot kiss while the world watched and the audience roared in applause. My girl-dick throbbed, and I knew Cass would be spending the night in my hotel room. I would celebrate her victory in style.

I would let her enjoy my futa-dick however she wanted.

The first beauty pageant was such a success. I couldn't wait for next year and the year after it. I would have to reed so many women during late June, July, August, and early September so there could be plenty of candidates.

I couldn't wait.

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April 17th, 2047

"You never forget your first," I said, smiling at the cameras, my futa-cock so hard and throbbing. Remembering those wild sex acts with those three beautiful, pregnant beauties—women I bred—had my dick in such need. My wife, Sharron, waited on the wings. I knew she would be more than happy to satiate me. But so would Adelia.

"No, you don't," purred Adelia. "Your first time losing your cherry, or your first time with a futa."

"For some it's both," I said with a smile, glancing at my wife, her strawberry-blonde hair framing her face, that supportive smile on her lips. So much like his… "The other pageants I judged have blended together over the years. I've hosted just over twenty of them, I think, but I'll never forget the first. It was definitely one of those high points of my time at the University of Washington."

"How did the rest of your college career go?"

"The next two years were a lot of fun," I said, "but went much like those first two. Every year, I bred the new members of the Sigma Lambda Tau sorority. Of course, I never stopped cheerleading. There was a shortage of cheerleaders because so many of them were getting pregnant. I hosted two more Miss Bred pageants. I had my weekly visits with the school's president, Cherie Pop, and my weekly orgies at my dorm. I fucked so many wives of the college's donors. I can't even remember how many rich men spanked it to me breeding their young trophy wives."

"I bet that was a treat," Adelia said, sparking a giggle from the audience. "Usually, they can be so jealous even while cheating on their wives with their mistresses or secretaries."

"But everyone enjoys watching a futa fuck."

The audience cheered in agreement.

"Let's watch you fuck right now, Becky!" an excited woman screeched.

My girl-dick throbbed.

"What else…?" I said, thinking back thirty years. "Kurt shared at least another dozen girlfriends with me in search for that perfect girl. Lucky for him, he found her." I couldn't help staring at my own perfect girl and smiling.

Sharron beamed back, her blue eyes twinkling as she rubbed her pregnant belly just starting to show with our third daughter.

"So, when you graduated, you didn't know what to do with your life?" Adelia said. "What career to go in?"

"I was restless. I didn't need to work, not with the money from the beauty pageants and other sponsorship deals I made. I forget how many commercials and adds and products I endorsed over those few years." I shrugged. "Since I didn't really feel like I found my place, I decided to hitchhike. To see America, the world, to find out where I belonged."

"I bet you have some naughty stories to tell."

I nodded my head.

"Well, when we get back from our commercial break, and the exciting words from our sponsors," Adelia said without a trace of any annoyance, "we'll talk to Becky about some of those highlights."

"Mmm, those nuns were were memorable and that cult…" I shuddered. "They were weird but hot."

"So don't click away, we'll be right back," Adelia said.

The lights on the cameras went red. I groaned and said, "Someone, make me cum!"

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