Chapter 3: Futa’s First Sultry Bride

April 17th, 2047

“The reception was absolute torture,” I said while the cameras filmed the interview, streaming it live to the world. I was recounting my life, speaking about attending the wedding of Kurt, my ex-boyfriend, to Rosemary Ramsey. Well, now she was Rosemary Albertson. “I just wanted to fuck the bride so badly, Adelia. It was so hard to think about my promise when I knew she was close to me.”

“I bet it was,” Adelia said, the talk show host interviewing me. She had such a naughty smile playing on her plump lips. It made my futa-dick twitch, tenting the front of my skirt. I needed to fuck someone right now.

I ached for it.

“I could see Rosemary at the other end of the hall. She kept glancing at me. I knew she wanted me, could see it in her green eyes. They almost shone with her passion.” I quivered, my body shaking. I glanced at my pregnant, young wife. Though Sharron’s eyes were blue, they held her mother’s same fervent light at the moment. “But Kurt was with her, hovering by her. He kept holding her, dancing with her, distracting her while women flocked to me. I fucked so many at the reception.

“But it wasn’t enough. I was on the verge of breaking.”

“So what did you do?” Adelia leaned forward. I could feel the studio audience, even the watching world, quivering in anticipation. “Did you just snap, throw the bride down over a table, and fuck her before Kurt and all the guests? Did you breed her right there in front of everyone.”

My futa-dick was so hard right now. My pussy dripping wet. “I wanted to, but ... I didn’t. Instead, I grabbed a pair of bridesmaids I hadn’t fucked, which included Rosemary’s eighteen-year-old sister, and fled the reception hall. I took them up to my hotel room hoping that breeding another member of Rosemary’s family would satiate my lusts for what I couldn’t have.”

“First the mother, and now the sister,” Adelia said, a big smile crossing her lips. “You were just so wanton, weren’t you, Becky?”

“So wanton.” I grinned. “I just didn’t want to ruin Kurt’s big day. I loved him once, you know. The only person I ever loved until I met Sharron. I didn’t want to harm him even if I was driving myself insane.”

June 11th, 2022

“Yes, yes, yes, pump your cum into me, Becky!” howled Emilee, the African-America bridesmaid quivering beneath me. Her pussy spasmed about my cock as I slammed into her.

“Yes, yes, yes, cum in her!” whimpered eighteen-year-old Danika Ramsey. The sister of the bride had her purple bridesmaid dress bunched around her waist, her teardrop-shaped tits quivering before her as she rubbed her shaved pussy. “Just breed her! Then you get to fuck me!”

“God, yes!” I groaned, my dick throbbing as I fucked into Emilee’s pussy so hard and fast.

Emilee squirmed and shuddered beneath me. Her flesh rippled about me. She squirmed on my hotel room bed. A part of me had wanted to fuck her since she smiled at me while walking down the aisle while Mrs. Ramsey, the mother of the bride and the sweet thing masturbating beside us, rode my girl-dick.

What a wild wedding. I bred Rosemary’s mother while she spoke her vows to Kurt. And no one cared. They all thought it was normal for me to have sex. I was just the horny futanari. That girl with a huge cock that drive all the women mad. It was okay if I had sex in the middle of a ceremony.

It was so kinky.

“Shit!” I groaned as my orgasm exploded in me.

My futa-dick erupted into Emilee’s hungry pussy. I pumped her cum full of my cum. The Black bridesmaid quivered beneath me, her large breasts rubbing against my round tits. Our nipples brushed and kissed as I trembled atop her.

With each blast of my futa-cum into her pussy, the pleasure surged through my body. It left me dizzy and shuddering. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering. Such joy rippled through my body. It was so incredible.

It melted my brain.

For a moment, I forgot all about Rosemary Albertson nee Ramsey. That delicious bride dressed all in white. Blonde, green eyes, and just begging to be bred.

My cum pumped into Emilee’s fertile depths. The Black bridesmaid’s cunt milked my dick, hungry for every drop. She gasped out her pleasure as she trembled beneath me. My pleasure plateaued as I fired my last spurt of cum into her.

“Oh, damn, that was good,” I groaned.

“It’s my turn!” Danika said, sliding down the pillows she leaned against until she was lying on her back, legs spread, her breasts forming two lush mounds. “Please, Becky, breed me like you bred my mother. I want my first time to be special.”

“You’re a virgin?” I asked.

“Damn, her dick twitched in me when she said that,” groaned Emilee. “I didn’t know you were a virgin, Danika.”

“When I learned Becky was going to be at the wedding, I wouldn’t give it up to my boyfriend. I saved myself for six months.” She stared at me with tremulous eyes. “For you.”

Those words, coming from that face that looked so much like Rosemary’s, made me shuddered. Danika had the same blonde hair as her sister, a few shades lighter than my own golden curls, and the same nose and lips. Her tits weren’t as big and she had a shorter, though curvier frame. But ... She was close.

A virgin... “I wish you were wearing white,” I muttered as I pulled my girl-dick out of Emilee’s pussy. “I would fuck you so hard in white.”

“I bet you would,” Danika said. She hooked her arms around her knees and pulled her legs up to her breasts. Her shaved pussy lips parted, revealing her inner, pink depths.

And the hymen stretched over her cunt’s entrance.

“Now break me in!” she groaned. “I went six months without even letting my boyfriend go down on me just so I could make sure I stayed pure for you.”

“And what does he think about you being up here with me?” I asked as I moved over to her.

“You kidding, he’s so eager for it. I’m going to go finally fuck him with my snatch full of your cum,” Danika moaned. “He’s finally going to lose his virginity.”

“Jesus, kids these days,” Emilee said, glancing at me. “Right, Becky?”

“I’m only twenty-three,” I protested. “The same age as you.”

“I know, we’re so old,” Emilee said. “Not like this barely legal virgin. Mmm, look at her, have you ever seen a girl so eager to lose her virginity?”

“Well...” I didn’t want to think about that weird cult I ran into in Kansas. It creeped me out that there were people who worshiped me as a goddess.

But they did have four cute virgins begging me to deflower them.

“She is eager for it,” I said, moving my cock towards her pussy. I brought it to her snatch. “I guess I better pop her cherry.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Danika looked so much like Rosemary. I just had to imagine she was Rosemary. Fucking her sister had to be good enough. It had to satiate this mad lust for the one woman in the world I shouldn’t fuck.

“You two have fun,” Emilee said, rolling away. “I’m going to get back to the party!”

“Mmm, we are going to have fun, right?” I said, omitting “Rosemary” from the end of my sentence.

“Yes!” Danika squealed, her body shaking, her shaved, virgin pussy beckoning me.

I placed my dick, dripping in Emilee’s juices, right against the virgin’s hot flesh. I shuddered, feeling the plumpness of her vulva. She squirmed and groaned, shuddering against me, teasing my futa-dick with her untouched flesh.

“Fuck me, Becky!” she begged, her breasts quivering. She held her legs tight to her body, her calves thrust out to the side, toes curling. “Jam it in and breed me!”

I couldn’t say no to that.

I thrust forward.

Her cherry stretched and stretched, a stiff, rubbery membrane of skin. I groaned, pressing on it, waiting for that sweet moment when she popped. She gasped. My girl-dick rammed into her depths. Her snatch squeezed down on me as I buried to the hilt in her. Her green eyes widened.

“You’re in me!”

Her pussy clenched down hard about my cock. Her virginal tightness almost made me swoon. A wave of dizzy delight shot over me. My breasts quivered before me. My blonde hair spilled off my shoulders and caressed my cheeks. I savored being buried to the hilt in her.

Her squeaking moans echoed through my hotel room. Her passion echoed all around us as I drew back my hips and rammed back into her tight depths. Her silky flesh squeezed about me. The friction created rapture that shot through my body.

“Fucking yes!” I hissed as my breasts quivered. My crotch smacked into her shaved vulva. “Ooh, yes, yes, yes, you are just a little treat, aren’t you? A succulent morsel for me to enjoy.”

“I am!” she groaned, beaming at me. “Ooh, Becky, just fuck me! Plow into me so hard!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped and drew back my hips. I plunged into her depths.

The bed creaked as I fucked the bride’s little sister. I plowed into her while staring into her green eyes. Rosemary’s eyes! I lost myself in those emerald depths as I plunged my futa-dick forward as hard as I could.

Silky delight engulfed me every time I buried into her. Then I had the joy of drawing back, feeling her clenched down on me. Her feet wiggled by my face, her toes so cute. Her whimpers filled the air as I plowed into her depths.

“The futa is fucking me!” she groaned. “Oh, wow, the futa is fucking me! You’re going to breed me, Becky!”

“Uh-huh!” I groaned, staring into those green eyes.

“Just pump so much jizz into my snatch!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, I’m going to cum on your dick. Harder than I ever have!”

“Don’t hold back!” I growled, plowing so hard into her, fucking her. As close to Rosemary as I could get.

She squeezed her snatch around me. Her hips wiggled and swiveled, a pelvic dance that massaged my thrusting cock. Her face twisted. Her eyes fluttered. She tossed her head from side to side, spilling blonde curls about her flushed cheeks.

Then she let out a gasp of delight. I buried to the hilt in her. As I drew back, her pussy went wild about me. Her cunt convulsed, her climax rippling through her snatch. Her eyes widened. Her mouth opened in a wide O as she howled out her rapture.

“Fuck!” I groaned as I rammed back into her convulsing depths. Her pussy sucked at my cock, her deflowered, fertile depths hungry for my cum.

But I wasn’t ready to erupt. She was as close as I could come to fucking Rosemary. I couldn’t stop enjoying her pussy.

“Ooh, yes, yes, yes!” gasped Danika. “Becky!” Her toes curled by my face as she held her legs tight to her quivering tits. “Cum in me, Becky! Breed me!”

“I want to!” I moaned as my hips plunged forward.

My ovaries quivered. They were so full of cum, so ready to unload more jizz into her pussy. But I fought it. I ground my teeth. I closed my eyes, imagining it was Rosemary on the bed. That I was fucking the bride.

My dick plunging into her forbidden pussy, cuckolding Kurt. Usurping my ex’s place inside his wife. My hips thrust so hard. I hammered the convulsing pussy. The silky sheath writhed about me, sucking at me, begging for me to cum.

“Just spurt your jizz into me!” the bride howled, her voice so girlish. “Please, Becky, I need it!”

My pussy clenched. Juices ran down my thighs as my tits heaved. I slammed so hard into the bride’s spasming pussy. Our flesh slapped together. I heard the wet plunge of my clit-dick into her sloppy depths.

Her flesh rippled about me. Her fertile cunt wanted to be bred by me. She wanted to be pregnant on her honeymoon with my futa-daughter. My face tightened. Heat burned in my cheeks. I rammed my cock forward.

“Take my cum, Rosemary!” I howled.

Erupted.

“Yes, yes, yes!” the wicked bride howled, her pussy welcomed my spurting cum.

My jizz fired out of my dick. Hot blasts shot into me. I groaned and quivered. My eyes fluttered. Her pussy milked me, rippling about me, drowning out every drop of girl-spunk from my ovaries. My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed down my thighs while ecstasy flooded through my body.

My brain melted.

“Oh, Rosemary, yes!” I gasped, lost to my fantasy.

My pleasure thrust me to the heights of rapture. I floated there, quivering, gasping for breath. This was so incredible. I wanted it to last forever. To keep rippling bliss through my body. I could stay like this forever.

My orgasm died.

“Ooh, Becky, yes,” moaned the bride. “Mmm, you want to fuck my sister badly, don’t you?”

My eyes fluttered open. The illusion shattered. I didn’t breed Rosemary, but Danika. “Yes!” I stared down at the virgin I just deflowered. “I want to breed your sister! I want to fuck her! I want my cum in her!”

She swallowed and then wiggled. I pulled out of her, letting her get away from me. I just ruined her first time by crying out her sister’s name when I orgasmed. A flush of shame shot through me, knifing through my buzzing rapture.

She padded over to her purse lying on the TV hutch. She opened it, my cum running down her thighs, the white tinged pink. Her purple dress rustled, the skirt half-covering her flushed rump. She pulled something out of her purse and whirled around.

It was a keycard.

“This is to room 1721,” she said then grinned. “Yep, just two doors down. My sister should be in there by now. She’s waiting for you.”

“She slipped away from Kurt?” I asked, my stomach tensing.

Danika just shrugged and set the keycard down on the wooden surface of the hutch in front of the black TV. “My boyfriend’s waiting for me in his hotel room. So, ciao!”

She winked a green eye at me then darted away, her teardrop-shaped tits bouncing. She didn’t even bother covering up. Had my influence already changed the world that much that she didn’t care if someone saw her naked?

Then my eyes fell on the keycard. A shiver ran through me.

I promised Kurt I would stay away from her. He worked hard to help me keep my promise. He arranged for my friends to keep me busy with pussy. He asked the Sigma Lambda Tau sorority to rent out the entire floor to guard Rosemary last night. He even had the mother of the bride fuck me during the wedding ceremony to keep me from his new bride’s pussy.

But she didn’t want that. Rosemary wanted me to come breed me. She was a woman. Even if she promised Kurt that she didn’t want to fuck me—didn’t want to have my daughter—the moment she passed me on her march to the aisle, she caught a whiff of my pheromones. It triggered her body to start ovulating.

To go into heat and crave my futa-cum.

Now she was two rooms down the hall from me, waiting. She had a hot pussy between her thighs in need of being bred. She needed my futa-cum pumping into her. She needed that rapture flooding through her body.

I couldn’t deny her. Right?

But Kurt...

I rocked on my bed, staring at that keycard, my futa-dick so hard. No, no, I couldn’t do this. I had to cool off.

I darted for my bathroom. I threw open the door, tossed the shower curtain to the side, and hopped into my shower/bathtub combo. I turned on the water, standing right before the spray, facing it tits on, my cock thrusting before me and—

“Holy fucking shit that’s cold!” I howled.

The icy spray splayed on my breasts and cock. It robbed the feverish heat from my body. It spilled down me, washing away Danika’s juices from my softening clit-dick. In seconds, my teeth chattered and my body shivered.

“You. Are. Not. Breaking. Your. Word.”

I hissed each word as I forced myself to stand beneath the spray.

“Nope!”

I forced myself to stand beneath the spray until my body rebelled. I flung myself through the curtain, crashing into the counter. I shivered and shook. I seized terry cloth towels, monogrammed with the Red Lion’s logo, and wiped at my body, banishing the cold. I sucked in breaths, my blood racing as feeling returned to numb extremities.

I did it. I resisted temptation. I wouldn’t betray my friend.

I stumbled out of the bathroom, finally feeling the weight of the last two days of fucking. I was exhausted. I had a hotel bed. I would crash for twelve hours. When I awoke, Kurt and Rosemary would be off on their honeymoon.

And I would return to my hitchhiking far, far away from Seattle.

I took the first step to my bed when I saw the white card with the crimson lion. It flashed for a moment, catching the lamplight at just the right angle to pulse with a beckoning radiance. My futa-cock swelled hard. My pussy grew wet.

“Oh, no,” I groaned, exhaustion melting away as I moved toward it. I couldn’t stop myself.

I was too weak to resist temptation.

My fingers snagged the card. I slid my digits across the smooth surface, rushed the magnetic strip on the back. My feet propelled me across the room. I reached my door, yanked it open, and stepped naked into the hallway.

Two doors down.

In moments I was there, jamming the keycard into the lock. I yanked it out. The mechanism whirled. A green light flashed with welcome beneath the brass handle. I twisted it and shouldered my way through the door.

“Rosem...”

My words trailed off as she came into view. Amid purple rose petals, Rosemary lay in her wedding lingerie on the bed, her blonde air shining beneath her gauzy veil, her round breasts rising and falling, clad in a satin, white demi bra, strapless. It lifted her tits into two, delicious mounds. Her left hand pressed between them as she gasped at the sight of me.

Her diamond engagement ring and golden wedding band sparkled in the light as she shifted.

Her thighs spread involuntarily, revealing the dainty, white thong clinging tight to her pussy, outlining her plump vulva, a cameltoe so similar to her sister’s crevasse. Her lush legs were clad in white thigh-high stockings that begged for me to slide my hand up them on my way to feast on her pussy.

The bride quivered, her green eyes glowing.

“It’s you,” Rosemary said, her voice soft and girlish. “It’s truly you. I was afraid you weren’t coming.”

“I couldn’t resist you,” I groaned, stumbling forward. “You’re just a siren, Rosemary.”

“I know,” a deeper voice rumbled. “She is that.”

I gasped and spun, wrenching my gaze from Rosemary’s bewitching face to find a naked Kurt lounging just out of sight of the door. He was hard, his body as muscular as I remembered, full of all that masculine strength I once found attractive.

My heart raced. Guilt slammed into me. “I ... I...” My lower lip quivered. “I’m sorry, Kurt. I can’t keep away. I had to be here. I had to ... to...”

“Fuck my wife?” he asked, moving forward. He took my hands. “Why do you think you’re here, Becky?”

I blinked at him. “What?”

“We kept you away until this moment,” Kurt said. “Our wedding night. We wanted Rosemary’s first time with you to be special. And I wanted to share one last woman with you, Becky. I always enjoyed that. You know it.”

I shuddered. “But ... but ... I ... I mean ... You made me promise.”

“Sorry,” he said. “But...” A grin spilled across his lips. “The look on your face when you thought you were caught...”

“Ooh, don’t be such a bully to her, Kurt,” Rosemary said. “You frightened the poor thing. Her cock almost wilted.”

“Nothing could make Becky go soft,” Kurt laughed. He squeezed my hands. “I just had to make you try as hard as possible to stay away. If I hadn’t...”

“I would have fucked her earlier and ruined your special plans,” I said, shifting, my cock swaying before me. “Still, I have half-a-mind to kick you out. I can make Rosemary do it.”

“No, you can’t,” Rosemary said, her words flinty. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Becky, and my husband’s going to share in it. We committed ourselves to each other. I don’t just swear vows without meaning them. That’s my man. So he gets to stay while you breed me.”

“Damn,” I said, glancing at Kurt. “She’s got steel in her.”

“She doesn’t let me get away with my shit,” Kurt said. “She ... inspires me, Becky. You know, the way you used to. She makes me want to be the best man I can. I got a job. I fucking am killing it at my work. We’re buying a house. If I hadn’t met her, I’d be just another loser not giving a shit about my life.”