The World’s First Futa’s Daughters – Futa’s First Naughty Birthday

Chapter Two: Danielle’s Naughty Birthday Game

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

July 22nd, 2037 – Danielle Carter

“A naughty party game?” Adelia Tash asked, the caramel-skinned talk show host leaning towards me. I sat closest to her on my loveseat, my half-sister Bethany beside me with Leah on the other side of her. On the opposite side of Adelia was another love seat on which set my other three half-sisters. Christina, Rebecca, and Lola sat there along with Lola’s new wife, Jen.

“Oh, it was naughty,” I said.

“Danielle doesn’t know any other kind of gain,” Bethany said, a bright smile on her face. “Though I think it was was unfair.”

“It’s not my fault you decided to go fuck Georgia,” I said, shrugging.

The six of us were among the oldest of the second generation of futas. Becky Woodward, the world’s first futa, had bred our mothers first before she expanded to the others. Even better, the six of us, lead by Lola and Rebecca, had orchestrated our mother’s presidential campaign. She was busy shaping the world into a paradise for us futas thanks to us.

Not bad for a group of nineteen-year-old, horny futas.

Since it was our collective birthday, Adelia Tash had us on to interview us on her successful daytime talk show. She had huge numbers of views, easily seven million watching her livestreams around the world, with her archives racking up tens of millions more views. It was an honor to be on her show.

Somehow, the conversation had come around to our eighteenth birthday last year.

“That’s not why your game was unfair, and you know it,” Bethany said. She had similar look to all my sister, traces of our futa-mom found in all our faces. But our female mothers all stamped their own look on us. I had sandy-blonde hair I inherited from my mother, Dona, while Bethany’s mother, Melany, gave her a more golden hue. Rebecca was a redhead, Christina brunette with glasses, while Leah had strawberry-blonde locks.

“Why was her game unfair?” asked Adelia, giving me a curious look.

I grinned. “Well, we didn’t know it at the time, but…”

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July 22nd, 2036

“Hey, Leah,” I said, giving my half-sister a grin. She was staring up at the ceiling, listening to Lola and Rebecca getting their birthday gifts from their mothers. The busty Mrs. Albertson and the equally top-heavy Janice had swapped daughters.

“Oh, I wish our mothers had done that,” Leah said. She shivered. “Your mom’s hot.”

“Well, don’t worry,” I said, snagging her arm. Her strawberry-blonde hair danced about her shoulders. “I have a fun game for us to play. Lola and Rebecca are out. But you can be in.”

“Fun game?” she asked. A naughty glint gleamed in Leah’s blue eyes. “Does it involve the P word.”

“It’s my favorite word,” I said, my girl-dick throbbing hard in my shorts.

I glanced around the living room. We were at Rebecca and Lola’s house. Their mothers were lovers (their family was super complicated and gave me a headache trying to think about it) so they lived together. It was what let them hatch up their naughty plan to get our futa-mom elected president this year. There were plenty of girls from school, seniors who’d just graduated like us. Plus a few parents. My mom, Dona, was chatting with Tiffany and Chris, Christina’s mother and step-father.

“Hey, Christina,” I said, spotting my nerdy half-sister reading a book in the corner. “Want to play a game with us.”

She looked up, her brown hair falling in curls about her face. “Game?”

“It’s naughty!” Leah said.

Christina frowned. “No thanks.”

“But it involves pussy,” I said, arching my eyebrow.

“No thank you, Danielle,” she said, a bit firmer.

I shook my head. “You turned eighteen today, Christina.” She was the youngest of us, with Lola the oldest by a few days. “Eighteen. It’s time to enjoy being an adult. You have a hard cock and the girls here want to play.”

“Yeah, we do!” shouted Linda, a blonde from our school.

“Ooh, yes, I so want to try a futa-cock!” moaned Karli. “I’ve only done anal. I’ve kept my cherry for one of you futas.”

She meant for our mother, a lot of girls tired, hoping to be bred their first time by the amazing Becky Woodward. I didn’t mind being her fall back. Since I turned eighteen, I’ve gotten as much pussy as I could.

“You can play,” Christina said, closing her book. She rose and slipped out of the room.

I rolled my eyes. I loved her, I did, but she could be so prudish. I don’t know how we both came from our futa-mom’s ovaries. Her mother wasn’t prudish. She loved futa-cocks. I’d seen her eyeing me all party.

“What’s this game,” asked Mrs. Baker, my math teacher. I had no idea how she got an invite, but I was glad the busty MILF was here. Sometimes, I had the feeling she wanted to teach me something other than trigonometry.

“Oh, it’s hot,” I said. “But where’s Bethany. I know she’ll be in.”

“Closet,” said Karli. “Can’t you hear them.”

I moved over there. The music was playing loud, the new single from Heather Delight playing. My head nodded to the beat. I reached the closet, and I could hear it now. That faint gasp of a girl writhing in pleasure.

I wrenched into open. Bethany had that naughty slut Georgia pinned against the wall, fucking her hard from behind. My golden-hair sister was naked, her large breasts heaving as she pumped away at Georgia’s cunt.

“Oh, hey, Danielle,” she moaned. “Did you want a poke at her? I’m almost done.”

“Oh, say you do!” Georgia moaned, the black-haired girl throwing a smoky look over her shoulder at me. “I would love to go again on your dick.”

“We’re playing a game,” I said, my futa-cock growing hard in my panties at the sight. I could just see Bethany’s thick cock plunging into Georgia’s juicy cunt. “You in.”

“I just need to finish up and… Yes!” Bethany moaned, her strokes growing faster.

“I’d stop now,” I advised.

“No, no, I’m there!” Bethany moaned. “Yes!”

“Oh, god, you’re cumming in me!”

A loud whoop rose through the room as a cheering group of eighteen-year-old girls celebrated the futa-orgasm. I grinned as Bethany’s back arched, her ass clenching as she pumped her futa-jizz into Georgia’s hot cunt.

“Damn,” Leah groaned. “That’s making me hard.”

“I’ll take care of you,” Karli moaned. “I got a cherry pussy for you.”

“No, no,” I said. “There’ll be plenty of time for that in the game.”

Bethany’s moans echoed over the cheers and whoops. Her body shuddered. Georgia whimpered, her face twisted in orgasmic rapture. Her back arched, clearly loving behind filled to the hilt in futa-cum.

“Oh, damn, that was good,” Bethany said. She pulled her cock out of Georgia’s cunt. A flood of cum spilled down the black-haired girl’s thighs. “So, what’s this game?”

“It’s a contest to see which of us can produce the most amount of cum in an hour,” I said. I reached into my pocket and pulled out four blue pills. “I have the Viagra. We pick our girls, have fun, and when we cum in them, they have to let our jizz dribble out of them into a container. Whoever has the most, wins.”

“Oh, no fair,” Bethany said. “I just spilled into Georgia’s cunt.”

“I tried to stop you,” I said, shrugging. “You in?”

“Of course!” Bethany grinned. Out of the six of us, she was the only one that had a libido as strong as mine. We seemed closest to our futa-mom in that regard.

Bethany snatched up the pill and swallowed it. I turned to Leah. She grinned and took one for herself. She tried to swallow it then coughed and darted for the kitchen. I shrugged and popped the pill in my mouth.

It was large, but I was good at swallowing things. It was a skill I mastered as a child. I really hated eating my greens. I got good enough to just swallow them whole, no chewing, no having to have those nasty things in my mouth.

It paid off in swallowing pills now that I was an adult.

Leah came back, a glass of water in hand. She was sipping it while the girls around us were all giggling, excited. It was clear that word of the party game had spread and they were interested in playing.

I got out my supplies and pocketed Christina’s Viagra pill. I spotted her outside reading. I shook my head. It was her party, too, but she’d rather be in a book. I wanted to yank her in her and make her have fun, but maybe she was happy out there.

I came back into the living room with the kitchen timer and three large measuring cups, the type that could hold four cups of water at a time. Each one was labeled with pieces of masking tape upon which I wrote our names.

“Someone was prepared,” Bethany said, still naked. The Viagra must be working because her glistening futa-dick was growing hard again.

“Planning a presidential campaign is teaching me a lot about organization,” I said as I set down each measuring cup on the coffee table, mine in the middle. “Let’s get naked!”

A flurry of clothing flew off. I meant just for Lean and me to strip, but the watching girls were eager to join the fun. A sea of bouncing titties appeared around me. I groaned, almost dizzy from the variety of youthful breasts. Small, firm mounds to big, bouncing boobies crowded the living room as the girls stripped off jeans and skirts. Most of the girls were shaved, but a few had bushes.

All were wet and dripping.

I peeled off my top, exposing my round breasts, my sandy-blonde locks spilling around my shoulders. Then I wiggled out of my skirt, my futa-dick tenting my purple panties. They were cut for us futas, allowing us to have sexy underwear without strangling our big cocks.

“Ooh, you are hung, Danielle,” moaned Georgia. She stared at me, still naked. A thick dribble of my sister’s futa-cum ran down Georgia’s thighs.

“Thanks,” I said, stroking my cock.

“Though Leah’s got a pretty cock,” Georgia said.

“So pretty,” moaned Megan, a black-haired friend of hers.