The World’s First Futa – Futa’s Beauty Pageant

Chapter Two: Futa’s First Sultry Decision

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

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.