The World’s First Futa – Futa’s College Cheer

Chapter One: Futa’s First Naughty Practice

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

The moment the talk show went to commercial break, my young wife, Sharron, bustled out from backstage already hiking up her skirt. She still held my panties in her hand, having stolen them from me two breaks ago, leaving my futa-cock to tent my skirt.

“Two minutes,” the producer said, a young man with his hair dyed and spiked.

“I’ll get her off in two minutes,” Sharron said, her strawberry-blonde hair falling about her lovely face. She had such friendly, blue eyes, her body tall and slender, our third child just starting to swell her belly, giving her a vital look.

“Thank you,” I groaned. Telling my life story to the studio audience, and the world, was making me so horny. I never got tired of speaking about my life as the world’s first futa, but today’s broadcast, celebrating my forty-eighth birthday, had me so turned on.

I hiked up my skirt, my futa-dick thrusting out hard and throbbing. Adelia Tash, the caramel-skinned talk show host, let out a wanton whimper as she sat beside me on the interview couch. An equal, wanton moan came from the women in the audience.

“Go Mom!” someone shouted, one of my thousands upon thousands of futa-daughters was in the crowd. I was the futa-mother of an entire new gender.

“Let’s get you off,” Sharron said as she turned around, her cute tush facing me.

“You are an angel,” I groaned, holding up my cock as she sat down on her lap. The trimmed fur of her muff brushed my sensitive tip moments before her pregnant cunt engulfed my futa-dick in her hot passion. I groaned, leaning back into the love seat, my eyes fluttering at the delicious delight.

The women in the audience cheered louder.

“Breed me, Becky!”

“I want your baby!”

“I’ll sit on your dick!”

“Maybe we should have a contest and let one lucky woman get bred by you before we’re done today,” Adelia moaned, her hands rubbing at her thighs.

“Maybe,” I groaned, just savoring Sharron’s cock sliding up and down my dick. I was over twice her age, but I was so glad I found her. This young, beautiful creature had captured my heart. I went so long thinking I’d never fall in love again after Kurt.

The only boyfriend I I ever had. The man who took my virginity and somehow made me into a futa in the process.

“Ooh, Sharron, yes, yes, yes, fuck me,” I moaned. “You’re such a wonderful wife.”

She threw a look over her shoulder, her blue eyes hot and smoky. She clenched down her cunt. “Just dump your cum into me. Don’t care about my pleasure. You need to get through the rest of today.”

“Yes!” I gasped, grabbing her hips as she worked her cunt faster and faster up and down my cock.

She put her all into it, squeezing and clenching her snatch on my dick, pumping her hips as fast as she could. She swiveled them around, stirring her sheath about my cock. Pleasure rippled through me. I sucked in a deep breath, my toes curling.

It was incredible. She was incredible. She gave me such a wondrous gift. I was so lucky to have met her. To love her. Her silky pussy massaged my cock, her hole so hungry for my cum to spurt into her pregnant depths.

“Sharron!” I gasped.

“One minute,” the producer said.

“Cum in her, Becky!” cheered someone in the audience.

“Cum in me!”

“I want to bear you another daughter!”

“Breed me, Becky!”

“They are loving it,” Adelia groaned. “Oh, my, but your wife is lucky to get that cock every day.”

“I am!” Sharron moaned. “I’m so blessed to have Becky in my life. My parents always told me so much about her.”

“They had a wild wedding,” I moaned, smiling. My hips thrust up into her cunt.

“Thirty seconds.”

“Almost there,” I panted, squeezing my wife’s hips. “Come on, Sharron, just a little more and—”

She slammed down my dick, taking me to the hilt in her silky heaven.

My cock erupted. Before the hundreds in the studio audience, the crew, and Adelia, I pumped my wife’s pussy full of my girl-spunk. It fired out of my cock and into her pussy’s depths. I shivered, my blonde hair brushing my shoulders as I trembled.

“Sharron, yes!”

“Fifteen seconds!”

My cum kept spurting. Her pussy convulsed. She joined me in rapture. Her cunt milked my cock, spasming about my girth. I gasped, my own pussy also writhing. My juices flowed out, soaking the back of my dress.

“Ten seconds.”

“Yes, yes, yes, Becky!” howled Sharron.

“Five,” the producer said, his voice strained.

I spurted a final time into my wife’s pussy.

“Four.”

Sharron groaned and jumped off of me.

“Three.”

I sucked in a deep breath, my entire body buzzing, and shoved my skirt down my softening dick. I shivered, the shaft still sensitive from my powerful orgasm. The producer mouthed “two, one,” and then the red lights on the three cameras came on.

We were live-streamed to the world.

“Welcome back,” Adelia purred, her nipples so hard against her blouse. “We’re still talking with Madam President Becky Woodward, celebrating her life on the day of her forty-eighth birthday.” Adelia gave a soft laugh. “And you don’t look like you’re that old.”

“Well, when you have an active lifestyle, it helps.”

Adelia laughed. “So all that pussy you get keeps you young?”

“I still feel like I’m a girl in college.”

“Mmm, I bet.” Adelia shuddered. “Before we had to take a break to hear from our sponsors, you were about to tell us the story of how you joined the University of Washington’s cheer squad. Something about you knocking up half their team?”

“All their team,” I said. “Except the new members who joined that year. But most of the original team was too pregnant to perform. That’s when…”

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September 4th, 2018

“I have no idea how to cheer,” I said as Ashlie, the blonde cheer captain, dragged me through the halls of the University of Washington’s athletic center. I was just starting my sophomore year of college. I’d been a futa for nearly a year, and had a hundred plus futa-daughters to prove it.

“I don’t care,” Ashlie said, walking in her pleated purple and gold skirt, her matching sports bra top clinging to her round breasts. She had a toned, athletic body. I remembered fucking her at the end of last year, wearing this same outfit, from behind. I pumped my futa-cock hard into her snatch. I could see the start of her baby bump swelling her otherwise trim stomach. “I don’t care how terrible you are. You’re the reason we have almost no girls on the squad right now.”

“Really?” I asked.

“You knocked up the whole team!” she said, not angry, but actually excited. No girl was angry about being bred by me. They all welcomed it. It turned out that was why girls were so desperate to have sex with me.

It was like I was triggering something ancient and primal in all of them, sending their sex drive into high gear. They went into heat, ovulating almost instantly, and becoming pregnant from having sex with me just once. I bred so many girls last year: my ex-boyfriend’s step-sister and mother, the nurses at my doctor’s office, every girl in my dorm, all my female professors, the Sigma Lambda Tau sorority, random women I met on the street, reporters who interviewed me for magazines and websites, and girls who made pilgrims just to meet the worlds first futa.

But now I want the only futa. All my daughters were my gender. The new, third gender. It was insane.

Dr. Senior, my family practitioner, still didn’t know why I became a futa after a year, though they medical community determined that I shed some sort of pheromone that sent women into heat and made guys strangely cool with me fucking, and breeding, their wives and girlfriends.

Everyone was happy, so I just enjoyed myself.

“I’m not that limber though,” I muttered as Ashlie led me to the locker room.

“That’s what stretches are for,” Ashlie said. She whirled around, fixing me with an intense stare. “You’re the world’s first futa. You’re going to be such an inspiration to the Dawgs with you cheering with us. The crowds will be pumped. You are doing this. For your college. And for all those girls you bred.”

“They wanted me to breed them.”

Ashlie beamed at me, her hands clutching her stomach. “We did. But you have to step up and take some responsibility, Becky. Now march that cute keister in there and put on our uniform. Then we’re going out to the field to have our first practice.”

“Fine,” I muttered. “I’ll do it.”

She smacked my ass through my jeans, which made my futa-dick throb and ache. “That’s the spirit!”

I entered the locker room and peeled off my top. I didn’t bother wearing a bra today, my round breasts bouncing free. My nipples puckered hard. I pinched them as I walked to the waiting uniform, loving the way my dick throbbed. My nubs felt connected with both my sexes.

A hot itch formed in the depths of my pussy. I wanted to shove fingers into there, or a nice dildo, and scratch it. Instead, I unsnapped my jeans, my cock tenting the cute, light-blue boy shorts I wore. I couldn’t wear tight panties because of my cock, and thongs were utterly out of the question; my dick just shoved out the side. Maybe one day they’d make sexy panties that could fit a huge futa-shaft.

Maybe they would one day with all the futa-daughters I had so far.

I wiggled out of the boy shorts, my cock thrusting hard from the wet folds of my pussy. It used to my clit until Kurt spurted into me, and then it grew into this big monster. Larger than any guy’s cock, thick, and able to cum over and over again.