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

Chapter Three: Futa’s First Wild Cheer

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

My wife was such a distraction as I tried to focus on telling my story. She stood just offstage, the young, pregnant beauty grinning at me as she swiped up my futa-cum leaking down her thighs from beneath her skirt. During the last commercial break—before I started talking about being a cheerleader to the studio audience,and the world watching the show streamed over the internet—she fucked me to help calm me down.

It hadn’t helped. It was just so hot remembering my first time cheerleading at Husky Stadium. It was turning my wife on, too, making her into a wanton vixen. Which was why she was teasing me. Her blue sparkled and her normally friendly smile was wicked. She popped her fingers past those lush lips, sucking on her fingers.

My futa-cock throbbed beneath my skirt.

I wanted to just stare at her, her strawberry-blonde hair tumbling about a face that was a soft and feminine version of someone else I once loved. My heart beat faster and faster. I wanted to go to her, to lick her pregnant snatch clean of my cum, to fuck her hard and—

“So the cheerleaders for the Oregon Ducks have just crossed the field,” Adelia, the host sitting beside me on the couch, said. She touched my knee with her caramel hand, her touch electrifying. “Security has entered the field. Things are growing tense. The crowd loves it. They cheered you on watching you suck your own dick and then fuck your fellow cheerleader, Celia. The referees have surrendered to your lust. What were feeling?”

“Powerful,” I said. I smiled out at the studio audience, feeling the three cameras pointed at me. “I know I have power now, but I got my first real taste that day. Just how far I could push things. How wild I could be. It was a game broadcast to the nation. College football was as huge thirty years ago as it is today. And everyone was watching me as our rival cheerleaders knelt and begged me to breed them.”

Adelia smiled. “Even the football players wanted to watch. You can see them in this wide shot stopping security, imposing their bodies between you and arrest. The coaching staff is coming out on the field now, everyone staring at you.”

“It was intoxicating,” I said, going back to that day. “I had such power over the Duck cheerleaders. I knew what they wanted, but I just couldn’t give it to them. We were here to crush them. To beat them. So I had a price.

“If they wanted to be bred, they’d have to pay.”

The studio audience laughed, loving my story. My futa-dick throbbed. Out of the corner of my eye, my wife enjoyed more of my girl-spunk. I felt the eyes of the world on me as I drew in a deep breath and continued the story of my life.

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September 15th, 2018

In their green skirts and yellow sports bra tops, the Mighty Duck Cheerleaders fell down to their next to me. I groaned and ripped my girl-dick out of Celia’s pussy. I stood up, my topless breasts swaying before me, my futa-dick quivering through the pleats of my purple cheerleader skirt. My fellow cheerleader’s juices glistened on my shaft beneath the stadium lights.

“BECKY!” cheered the crowd filling the U-shaped stadium. To my right, Husky Stadium lay open unlike other sports arena, a gap between the stands behind the end zone. It looked out at Lake Washington, giving the building such a unique shape. I bet the boats out on the water could hear the spectators.

CLAP! CLAP!

“BECKY!”

CLAP! CLAP!

The referees who tried to stop me, including that bald one, were jerking their dicks, lost to the lusts from watching me fuck Celia hard. The football players from both teams stared at me in awe, pulling off their helmets.

A heady rush surged through me as I drank it in. I felt like a queen. A futa-queen. My fellow cheerleaders whooped and twerked, performing topless, shaking pompoms or their tits at the crowd. When they did high kicks, they flashed naked pussies and toned rumps. I had overturned everything with my presence.

My futa-cock changed the world’s paradigm. Things were utterly different.

“We want to be bred by you,” moaned a caramel skin cheerleader up front. She had green eyes that blazed in delight, her brown hair falling short about an almost elfin face. She looked like the cheer captain. “Please, please, breed us.”

“What’s your name?” I demanded, standing before her, my futa-cock swaying.

“Sabrina,” she moaned, her eyes staring at my cock with such hunger.

“It looks like the Oregon Duck’s cheerleaders want to join the fun, too,” the announcer boomed, a young man, probably a student. His voice sounded a touch breathy. I hoped he masturbated watching me. I loved it when guys witnessed me fucking women. “They must have heard the rumors that Becky’s cock breeds every woman she fucks.”

“We have,” Sabrina moaned.

“Uh-huh,” the cheerleader beside her moaned, her platinum-blonde hair gathered in a pair of naughty pigtails. “We want to be bred. Right now! That was so hot watching you suck your own dick.”

I grinned at her, my stomach still store from bending almost in half to do it. I swept my gaze over the cheer team. I loved breeding girls. They all had flushed faces, nipples dimpling the front of their sports bras. Some rubbed at their pleated skirts, or beneath them, pussies clearly begging for my futa-cock’s attention.

“BECKY!”

CLAP! CLAP!

“You can tell the crowd wants Becky to breed the visiting team’s cheerleaders,” the announcer said. “Thrust a little Husky spirit into their tight cunts.”

I shuddered at that word. Cunt. This was so wild. I hoped this was still going live to the world. Or, at least, the United States. I wanted everyone to see my futa-cock and all the delights it brought for women.

“Yes, yes, please, breed us, Becky,” Sabrina moaned.

My fellow cheerleader, a brunette named Starr, fell to her knees before me, her round breasts swaying. She had a slender, almost boyish build but with her top off, she was all feminine delight. She rubbed my wet cock against her cheek.

“I don’t know if our futa should breed you,” Starr said, her cheek feeling amazing on my dick. “You are our enemy.”

I nodded my head. Starr was right, but I ached to fuck them. I could fuck them. I could just ram my cock into their pussies right now. I would fuck them all so hard. I shuddered as Starr’s tongue brushed the tip of my cock.

“Mmm, Celia tastes good on you,” she moaned.

“Uh-huh,” I said, struggling to think over the roar of the crowd.

“BECKY!”

CLAP! CLAP!

I glanced at the two football teams, separated by a few yards from each other, watching us. Many rubbed at their cups, no doubt bulging hardons swelling their protection. I shivered, glancing at the Huskies in their purple and gold.

“Cheerleaders, if you want to be bred, strip!”

“Hell, yeah,” an Asian cheerleader said, her black hair cut short, much like Sabrina’s cute bob. The Asian cheerleader didn’t hesitate to rip off her sports bra and reveal a pair of dusky-olive breasts topped by small, dark-brown, puffy nipples.

“I’ll get naked and roll through mud for you,” Sabrina moaned, following her teammate’s example. She had a pair of round breasts and brown nipples. She had that mixed race blend, making it so hard to guess her race. Her green eyes sparkled as she popped to her feet and peeled off her skirt revealing yellow spankies.

Those came off next. She stood naked before me, her pussy covered by a trimmed, brown bush, her juices clinging to the hairs. The girl with pigtails joined her naked a moment later, her large tits topped by fat, pink nipples, a landing strip of blonde leading to her tight slit.

“BECKY!”

CLAP! CLAP!

I wanted to drool. More and more of the cheerleaders shed their clothing. The watching football players all groaned in delight, staring at them with such hungry eyes. Starr sucked on the tip of my futa-dick, adding such a delicious spice to this naughty fun.

“So… who’s first?” asked Sabrina, giving me such smoky looks with her emerald eyes. She hefted her breasts and, like any good cheerleader, showed her skill at shaking her pompoms.

“You’re not done proving yourselves,” I said, my futa-dick throbbing in Starr’s hungry mouth. “You want to get bred by me, you have to do something for my school. For my team.”

“What?” Sabrina asked.

“You girls have to fuck a UW player. You’re not getting bred unless you have Husky cum running out of your pussy.”

“Holy shit,” Sabrina gasped.

“And you… You have to fuck our quarterback,” I said, pointing right at Sabrina. “He needs to be focused, and I know your tight cunt will help him out.”

“But… but… my boyfriend’s Tavon. Our quarterback.”

I glanced at the Black player with the dreadlocks staring at us. I gave him a wicked grin. “You better start cuckolding your boyfriend with Jason, or you’re not getting bred. I’ll put a baby in every other Duck cheerleader today and leave you frustrated and horny.”

“Oh, damn,” she groaned even as the rest of her team rushed at the Huskies, their naked bodies glistening in the sunlight streaming through the open stadium.

I liked to make sure guys got as much pussy as me. Why should they miss out on the fun? My cock made the women in their lives horny vixens. After breeding them, the least I could do was make sure they got off, too. Some even loved me for it, bringing me girls to fuck or just sharing me with their women.

Sabrina shot her eyes down to my dick and whimpered. Her hands squeezed her tits. She looked over her shoulder at Tavon. He had come closer, his eyes wide, realizing what his girlfriend was about to do as the other Duck cheerleaders were pulling down padded pants, eager to get at Husky players’ cocks.

“Sorry, honey!” Sabrina moaned at her boyfriend and then darted for Jason, the serious-looking quarterback for the Huskies.