The World’s First Futa – Futa’s Big Surprise

Chapter Three: Futa’s First Naughty Sorority Party

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

“How interesting,” Adelia, the caramel-skinned host of the talk show, said. She was interviewing me on my forty-eighth birthday, delving into my life story as the world’s first futa. “And I think we all know why a sorority was calling you.”

I grinned at her while a titter ran through the watching audience. They were dark shadows to me thanks to the stage lights shining down on us. But I could feel their excitement. My futa-dick throbbed in my dress, tenting the front. I couldn’t wait for the next commercial break so I could get some relief.

“Yep, you all know exactly why they called me,” I said. “But it was a shock to me when Monique Jackson, the sexy, Black sorority president called me. Sigma Lambda Tau, and I mean the entire sorority, wanted me to come over for a private party that night. They’d heard all about women coming up pregnant.

“All of them wanted to be bred by me.”

“I want to be bred by you!” a woman called from the studio audience. “I want to have your futa-daughter!”

My clit-dick twitched.

“It was an orgy, Adelia,” I purred, facing the cameras streaming this interview live to the world across the internet. I smiled at them then launched into the story.

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November 16th, 2017

This day was as crazy as the evening when my futa-dick first sprouted back at the end of September. Every woman I had sex with came up pregnant. It didn’t seem to matter if she were on birth control or even when in her fertility cycle we had sex. It was like my cum was so potent it overcame any drugs in their body and stimulated their ovaries to release an egg right then and there.

Not only that, but guys were excited by it. And I don’t just mean the nerdy Chris was thrilled his girlfriend, Tiffany, was bred by me. He was someone who was already into futas when they were just the product of Japanese Hentai artists. No, other guys, husbands, were happy I bred their women, their wives. One husband, Brendan, begged me to breed his wife in the bathroom of a coffee shop today, and Mrs. Albertson, the second woman I’d ever fucked, showed up at my dorm today with her husband. The man wasn’t angry I screwed his wife and knocked her up.

He just wanted to watch me fuck her again.

It was so hot. I got off on him jerking his dick while I fucked his wife hard. I pumped her full of cum this morning.

The box of monster condoms I bought today felt like such waste. Women wanted to be bred by me. I mean, an entire sorority, Sigma Lambda Tau, were throwing a party for me this afternoon after classes were wrapped up for the day at our college, the University of Washington.

The only thing today that happened that had nothing to do with me breeding women was Kurt and Dona breaking up. Not because I knocked her up, Kurt didn’t have a problem with it, but because Dona was jealous of Kurt’s feelings for his step-sister, Janice. I felt bad for Kurt because Janice was more into having sex with his mother, Mrs. Albertson, than him.

“I’m just tried of feeling used by him,” Dona had told me. “I’m just his rebound girl after, well, you two fell apart.”

“Yeah,” I sighed, believing that easily.



Kurt and I had dated for three years, all through high school. We even attended the same college to stay together, and when I finally gave him my virginity, well, he somehow turned me into a futanari. I wanted him to be happy. I thought he was happy with Dona…

Not much I could do about it. I’d just be there, as his friend, to help him through it.

“Have fun,” Chris told me. He was in my dorm room working on my homework. He helped me out with my schoolwork since I was often too busy fucking other girls to really bother with it. He did it so I would fuck Tiffany a lot. While he watched.

His pregnant girlfriend lounged on my bed, a fresh load of my cum leaking out of her. She looked so happy, staring at Chris with a dreamy expression on her beautiful face. They had ended up together because of me.

It brought a smile to my face knowing I gave people joy.

“Mmm, fuck all those stuck-up sorority bitches real good,” Tiffany said.

“I will,” I purred. Sigma Lambda Tau had a reputation as the rich girl cunt brigade. All of them had come from wealthy families. All of them like to rub that in everyone’s faces. They all drove expensive cars, wore designer clothing, and treated college as a place to meet husbands who would land well-paid jobs and keep supporting them.

Perpetual freeloaders. I hadn’t fucked a single member of the sorority. We didn’t move in the same social circles and they hadn’t sought me out like a lot of other girls.

And now they wanted me to breed them?

My dick throbbed hard in my panties and leggings as I sauntered out of my dorm room, my skirt swirling about my knees. I had on a knit sweater and a heavy jacket. Stormy weather brewed outside; a miserable, November, Seattle day.

But not even gusting wind and driving rain could dampen my enthusiasm as I moved across the campus. It was practically a ghost town. Only a few people hurrying through the campus, bent over, not paying attention to their surroundings. I didn’t get accosted by any women on my way as I jogged down puddle-spotted paths, my umbrella useless as the rain pelted me from the side.

My jacket was soaked by the time I reached my destination. But my dick was still hard. I had an entire sorority to breed. It had to be the fantasy of so many guys I knew to slip into a sorority and get wild with the girls inside.

And I got to do it. It sent such a naughty thrill through me.

I rang the doorbell.

I heard muffled giggling and shushing. Bare feet slapped on hardwood floors. I trembled, my heart beating faster and faster. I unzipped my coat, water dripping off of me as I waited. The footsteps slapped closer to the door.

It ripped open.

A coed with chocolate-brown skin stood in the entryway buck naked. She had curly-black hair falling about a hungry face with bold cheekbones, her plump lips pursed. Her small breasts rose and fell, topped by dark nipples. My eyes fell on her shaved, wet pussy, pink peeking out of her ebony flesh.

“Ooh, you are soaked,” she gasped, pulling me into the house. “That’s no good, Becky.”

“Oh, no, you poor thing,” a girl with short, platinum blonde hair gasped, her round face twisting with concern. She had sparkling, blue eyes and small breasts, her eyebrow pierced by a silver ring. A tongue stud flashed as she spoke. “We have to get you naked.”

“Yes,” purred a girl with dyed-pink hair, the left side buzzed short into a fade that vanished beneath her locks. She had a pink dildo strapped to her waist, her round tits, topped by dark-red nipples, swaying. “Let’s strip the futa naked.”

“We’re ready to be bred!” moaned a girl with a thick, black bush glistening with her juices. She had round breasts and pale-pink nipples.

“Oh, yes, chica, we’re going to eat you up,” a Hispanic girl purred, her big tits, the largest in sight, jiggled and swayed. She held a sexy toy in her hand. Other girls around her also held toys.

They were all naked.

“Welcome,” a brunette said with dusky nipples topping her small breasts. She peeled my wet coat off my shoulders. “We’re going to love you.”

“Yes, we are,” the Black girl said, hands on her hips. “Sigma Lambda Tau is going to enjoy every square inch of you, Becky.”

“You’re going to breed us all!” whimpered the pink-haired girl, the girlish expression on her face at odds with her punkish aesthetic.

Her dildo swayed before her, quivering as she trembled.

“Sure,” I moaned, my pussy clenching, juices soaking into my panties. “All of you? You all really want to be bred by me?”

“Yes!” chorused the dozen or so girls in the sorority.

“Can’t you smell how wet we are?” asked the platinum-blonde girl.

I breathed in deeply and the scent of a dozen different hot pussies, tart and sweet and spicy and tangy, all filled my nose. My eyes fluttered as the girls swarmed in at me. I groaned, in sapphic heaven. An entire sorority to enjoy.

This was my lucky day.

I loved being a futa.

They attacked my clothing. They peeled off my sweater, my blonde locks spilling about my face. Then my bra came off, my round breasts squeezed and kneaded. Hungry mouths found both my pink nipples. My small nose twitched as the sucked, the pleasure shot down to my juicy pussy and twitching cock.

“Let’s see that dick!” moaned the Hispanic girl.

“Yes, Martita,” someone else gasped.

They found the zipper to my skirt. It rasped and then hands dragged it down as naked breasts pressed into my back and sides. Hard nipples rubbed on my skin, massaging me. Someone kissed and nibbled on the back of my neck, sending shivers through me. Moments after my skirt yanked down, my leggings and panties followed.

“Her cock!” someone squealed.

A warm mouth engulfed my girl-dick, sucking with the same passion as the mouths on my dick. My eyes widened. My pussy clenched. Pleasure shot down my shaft. Juices ran down my thighs. Someone eles’s face nuzzled between my butt-cheeks. A tongue swiped at my asshole, a tongue stud brushing my sphincter.

The girl with platinum-blonde hair ate out my ass.

“Ooh, Cheyenne, that’s nasty, licking her butt-hole,” a girl moaned.

“Mmm, yes,” Cheyenne purred, putting another name to a face.

“Who’s sucking my dick?” I groaned as Cheyenne’s hard tongue stud rubbed on my asshole, sending tinglings racing to my pussy and futa-cock.

“Monique, who else?” the pink-haired girl moaned. “She’s the president.”

I shuddered, loving the Black girl’s sucking mouth. The sorority president knew how to love a dick. Her tongue swirled around the tip. My eyes fluttered. My nipples ached as much as my shaft did, all three being sucked.

Then I gasped as Cheyenne’s tongue penetrated my asshole.