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

Chapter Two: Futa’s First Naughty Pep Talk

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

“September 15th, 2018 was a memorable game in NCAA college football history,” Adelia, the caramel-skinned talk show host, said. She sat beside me on the interview couch, the studio audience watching on with breathless anticipation. “It was the first time an act of futa-sex was broadcast on any national television signal, whether here in the United States, or across the world.”

I smiled, remembering that game so well. I glanced at the TV screen nearby, the thirty-year-old footage queued up. It lacked the sharpness of modern displays, which were indistinguishable from what you saw with your own eyes. It looked so pixelated even though back in the day, this was a 4K HD broadcast, top of the line.

“There we are,” I said as the University of Washington Husky cheerleaders took to the field in their purple and gold uniforms, pleated skirts flashing.

“And there you are,” Adelia said, “the last one to enter the field. You can’t see it on this shot, but her cock is thrusting out through the pleats of her skirt.”

I shivered, remembering that day, the fans screaming louder. So many women were in attendance, all there to watch me cheer on the UW Dawgs, as our team mascot was often nicknamed, kick the Oregon Ducks hard in college football.

“Why were you the last one out?” Adelia asked. “I thought you would have been the first.”

“If you would believe it, I was having a panic attack,” I said, smiling. “I mean, I had been having sex in front of people for a year, not shy about it since becoming a futa, but it wasn’t so… so public before. So open. Husky Stadium holds 70,000 of people.”

“I bet that was intimidating.”

I nodded my head. “Luckily, someone close to me talked me down.”

“Oh, really,” Adelia asked. “It couldn’t be your pretty wife, Sharron, since she wasn’t even born yet.”

I glanced at my wife watching from off stage smiled at her. Then I said, “It was…”

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September 15th, 2018

The stadium thundered with sound. I could hear it bleeding through the concrete walls into the bowels of the sports complex. I trembled, hiding in an alcove of the building. I couldn’t do this. It was too much. My phone beeped in my hand, the text notification almost sounding angry. I could hear Ashlie, the blonde cheer captain, screaming at me through it.

“Where are you!!!!!” it read, every exclamation mark an accusation. “We need you! We’re short because of you!!!!!”

I knew that. I knew everyone was counting on me, and yet I was terrified. Husky Stadium held so many people. And it sounded pack. It was the first home game of the year, and every one at UW knew I was a cheerleader. Everyone for the last week had been telling me how excited they were to see me perform.

It was so much pressure. I was just nineteen. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t demand to become a futa.

I trembled in my cheer uniform, staring down at my pleated skirts. My cock wasn’t even hard. Usually, I had a half-chub most of the time if not a full erection. But nothing right now. I took in a deep breath. I promised Ashlie and the other cheerleaders I’d be out there. It was my fault they were so short.

I’d bred the entire team. And most of them were too pregnant to perform any longer. Even the new girls were pregnant even if they hadn’t had their pregnancy tests yet. The first time I came in a girl’s pussy, I bred them. After over a thousand girls came up pregnant, I knew it was true. Every day, a handful of girls had my futa-daughters.

“This is so fucked up,” I muttered.

“Yeah,” a familiar voice said.

I groaned. “Did Ashlie send you, Kurt?”

My ex-boyfriend appeared, a friendly smile on his face, his blue eyes so supportive. A year ago, or near enough, he took my virginity and somehow turned me into a futa. It was like my clit swelling into a dick was an allergic reaction to a man’s cum being in my pussy.

Weird, right?

“Ashlie didn’t send me,” he said. “I just thought you needed something.”

“Oh?” I asked. “What, a pep talk to get me out of on the field. That I can’t disappoint my fans. The team’s counting on me. Ra, ra, ra and all that.”

“Why do I need to give the speech when you just gave it yourself? You know what you need to do, Becky. You’ve always had a level head on your shoulders.”

I gave him a look. “Really? I’ve set the Guinness book of records for having the most amount of children, and I’ve only been a futa for a year.” The award ceremony for that was next month. “I don’t think I’m a model candidate for good thought. If even 1% of them comes after me for child-support… And I don’t care. If a girl I hadn’t met before showed up, I’d fuck her. Breed her.”

I shook my head, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I’d fuck her right out there on the football field, with those thousands of people watching me. I just… I just loving breeding girls.”

Kurt nodded his head as my futa-dick twitched and throbbed. He glanced down at my pleated skirts, his smile growing amused. He ran a hand through his red hair—he was the reason I liked redheads in all their various hues from dark auburns to strawberry blondes—and said, “Your, eh, is starting to peak out.”

“Ashlie made sure I had a true pleated skirt,” I said, “just so it was crystal clear there’s a futa on the team.”

“They look a little understaffed this year.”

“Yep. My fault. Which is why I need to go out there and…” My stomach clenched. “I’m just so scared, and I don’t even know why. It’s so dumb!” I let out a frustrated moan. “I need to just march up there and get out on the field. Listen to them. All those people are here to see me perform and… And… I’m so scared I’m barely peeking out of my skirt.”

“Erectile dysfunction,” Kurt said, giving me a sage nod. “I didn’t think it could effect you. Your futa-cock has such stamina.”

“Yeah, me either.”

“Well, I know just the thing.” He held out his hand, fingers wiggling like he beckoned to someone. “Have you met my new girlfriend?”

I blinked. “New girlfriend. When did you start dating again?”

“I met her during summer break. But she doesn’t go to school around here. She drove up for the game. And to meet you.”

I blushed and then smiled as an ebony girl came around the corner. She was tall with slender hips, her round breasts hugged by a belly shirt. She had such a bright smile. I never thought I’d see Kurt date a Black girl, not because he was racist but he’d only dated White girls last year.

“Oh, wow, she’s gorgeous,” Kurt’s girlfriend purred. “Ooh, I still can’t believe you made her into a futa, boo.”

“Yeah,” Kurt grinned, his hand fondling the girl’s ass. “Becky, this is Kristina.”

My futa-dick swelled to full erection as I stared at the Black girl. She had such lovely skin. I held out my hand, taking hers, and pulled her from her boyfriend. My girl-cock pulsed and throbbed to thundering of the crowd above, my heart beating as I stared at his radiant girl in her tight jean skirt and those creamy, dark thighs.

“Wow, I always love meeting Kurt’s girlfriends,” I moaned, the nervousness melting away as I smelled the lavender body wash she used. Such a delicious scent. “Hi, Kristina.”

“Girl, you are just as sexy as they claim,” she groaned. “I read that Rolling Stone’s article. Did you really fuck the author while she was asking you questions?”

“It was so cute watching her try to write on her notepad as I fucked her on my bed,” I said, my dick so hard now. The crowd’s roars faded. I had this lovely, Black girl to play with. “Mmm, did you masturbate to it? She was quite… thorough in her description of my cock and how it felt in her.”

Kristina nodded her head, her eyes growing glassy. I knew that look. The pheromones I shed burned through her body, inflaming her pussy and sending her into heat. She needed my cum spurting into her, breeding her.

I glanced over her shoulder at Kurt. He had a supportive smile on his lips. I heard his jeans coming undone.

I did love sharing girls with Kurt. Once, I thought we would be husband and wife, now we were just really close friends.

“Ever taken two cocks at the same time, Kristina?” I asked as her dark hand wrapped about my pale cock thrusting through the pleats of my skirt.

“No,” she groaned, her eyes widening. “Oh, Kurt, you naughty boy, you brought me to share.”

“Well, shouldn’t I get a treat? You’re about to be bred by my ex.”

A shiver ran through Kristina, her hand tightening on my cock. Then she moaned and hooked her left arm about my neck. She pulled me in for a hot kiss. My nipples throbbed in my blouse, my blonde hair brushing her face as she kissed me with such passion. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as she pushed me back against he cinder block wall of the alcove.

I moaned, my tongue dancing with hers, loving the feel of her as she rubbed the tip against her jean skirt. My cock throbbed and pulsed. Then her skirt slid upward, rasping against my crown. Kurt’s face loomed over his girlfriend’s shoulder.

“Let me just slip into her to lube myself up, Becky,” Kurt groaned. “She should be dripping wet by now.”

I just moaned into his girlfriend’s lips. This was so hot. I shuddered, my hands stroking her bare hips and sides, brushing the bottom of hem of her belly shirt as our tongues dueled. She groaned, her body pressing against mine as Kurt entered her.

“Geez, you are soaked, Kristine,” he grunted.