Chapter 1: Futa's First Time

April 17th, 2047

“You’re going to be fine, Becky,” my wife smiled, her youthful face spreading wide with her grin, her blue eyes so loving. Sharron’s strawberry-blonde hair framed the smooth features of her cheeks. She hardly needed makeup at all, but we were about to go on a live-streamed talk-show, beamed out across the internet to the entire world. “You’ve done this a thousand times.”

“And I’m still nervous every time,” I said, giving her a smile. I adjusted the tight sheath of my skirt, my futa-dick half-hard against it, forming a noticeable bulge. It made my panties feel snug around me.

“It’s what keeps you looking so enchanting,” Sharron said. She leaned in and gave me a hot kiss on the lips. My futa-dick twitched and throbbed in my panties. I could feel the eyes of the crew watching us. They were all male, a necessity. Women who met me for the first time had ... problems controlling their lusts.

Scientist had studied me for three decades, and they still didn’t understand how any of it worked. Dr. Senior had run so many tests on me in those early years, trying to understand how my clit spontaneously grew into a dick. Or why my ovaries produced such fertile cum that women couldn’t help but get bred by me. My wife’s belly already was growing round with our third child in the little more than four years of our relationship.

“One minute, Madam President,” one of the crew said, a young, Black man with his hair spiked up and dyed bright blue.

I did not get some of the styles the youth had.

Sharron broke the kiss and stepped back. “You’ll be amazing.”

“Thanks,” I said, sucking in a deep breath. “Okay, let’s go out there.”

The studio audience exploded into thunderous cheers as I stepped out onto the talk show set. Cameras, all broadcasting wirelessly to the internet, pointed at me, each operated by a man who could control himself around me. The studio lights shone in my eyes, making the roaring audience only dark shapes to me.

I imagined more than a few tits were being flashed at me.

“It’s so lovely to see you again, Madam President,” Adelia Tash, the host, said. The caramel-skinned woman swept to me on her stiletto heels, her big, fake tits jiggling in her low-cut blouse. She threw her arms around my neck and planted a hot, soulful kiss on my lips.

My futa-dick throbbed as she melted against me. It reached its full girth, far, far larger than any human males’. My pussy clenched, juices soaking into my panties. They were extra absorbent, manufactured just for futanari like me. The crowd whooped and cheered as I kissed the beautiful host, my hands grabbing her plump rear.

“Go, Mom!” shouted from the audience.

My futa-daughters were always so proud of me. I just wished I could know them all.

Adelia groaned when she broke the kiss, her dark eyes glassy. “Right, right, we have to get seated, Madam President. We have thirty seconds.”

“Of course,” I said, smiling as I took my seat. I adjusted my blonde hair pulled back into a bun. I never thought I would adopt such a ... motherly look thirty years ago when I was eighteen and sit fully female. I crossed my legs, my futa-dick tenting my skirt, and stared at the cameras. With a few moments to kill, I asked, “How’s our daughter?”

“Topenga is doing great. She’s starting Vassar next year and can’t wait to be surrounded by all the coeds,” Adelia said.

“We’re going live in five,” a male producer said, standing beside one of the cameras, “four, three.” He mouthed, “Two. One,” then pointed at Adelia.

“Good day to you all out there watching our stream live today,” Adelia said, her back straight. “I know you’re all excited by our guest today. We have former U.S. President Becky Woodward here with us today. We’ll be celebrating the miracle of her life on her forty-eighth birthday!”

The roars deafened me. I straightened up, drinking in the admiration and love of the audience. I may be forty-eight, but I was still hot, my body still tight, my breasts still firm, and my dick could fuck and fuck and fuck. I smiled at the cameras, knowing that millions, maybe even billions, watched me around the world.

After a minute of their applause, the crowd quieted down and Adelia continued: “Becky Wayward has lived a life that many would envy. Ever since her miraculous transformation into the world’s first futa, celebrity has followed her around. She’s been the focus of several films, including more pornos than I can imagine.”

“I even starred in one playing myself,” I said to the crowd.

“It’s my favorite!” a woman screamed from the crowd.

“She’s been worshiped as a goddess, had fathers bring their daughters to her to be bred by her amazing cock, sparked off more public orgies than Caligula, and has just finished off two amazing terms as the President of the United States.”

“My nomination came as quite the shock,” I admitted. “I didn’t even know the Futa Party existed until they had gotten enough signatures to get me on the ballet in all fifty-states.”

“Yes, yes, the first sitting president not from one of the two major parties since Lincoln,” Adelia nodded. “And now you stand poise to rule the entire world. Women across the globe, plus many men, have spoken. In July, you’ll be sworn in as the first President of the United Nations. Even Middle Eastern countries have agreed to the proposal to create a one world government.”

“I worked hard for it,” I said. “Eight years as president convincing the world leaders that the human race needed to be united. Even if we now had a third gender.”

A loud whoop roared from the crowd.

“As you can tell, many in our audience are your very own daughters,” Adelia said. “There’s an estimated 33,000 first-generation futas in the world, and your eldest daughters are starting to sow their futa-seeds.”

“I know, it’s all so amazing,” I said. “I can hardly believe it myself. I wish I could know them all. But it’s why I want a world free of violence. My daughters and granddaughters are found across the globe. They live in every nation on this planet. They’re how we will unite as a species.” After giving so many speeches, my talking points flowed with ease.

“Beautiful sentiment,” Adelia said, her nipples poking at her blouse, her cheeks flushed dark. My dick throbbed. “So, how did it all happen? How did you become the world’s first futa?”

“Well,” I said, then recited a line I’d rehearsed so many times, “it was right after the first—and last—time I had sex with a man. I was a freshman at the University of Washington in Seattle and...”

September 30th, 2017

My heart raced and while my body squirmed. This was it. I stared up into my boyfriend’s eyes. We had been dating through most of high school, but I just wasn’t quite ready to go all the way until tonight. Kurt had been so patient with me. He even attended the nearby University of Washington so we could stay together. My heart pounded in my chest as I reached up and rubbed his naked chest, feeling his firm muscles.

He had the build of an athlete, his green eyes twinkling, a big, friendly smile on his lips. His russet hair glinted in the lamp by his bed. The box springs creaked beneath me as I shifted, trembling, his hands creeping up to my breasts encased in my bra.

“Becky,” he panted, his voice so strained his cock tenting his light-blue boxers. Such wonder crossed his face.

“I’m ready,” I promised him as he reached my bra cups. “Just ... don’t be rough, okay?”

“Never,” Kurt breathed.

His hands pushed up my bra cups, spilling out my round breasts into his strong hands. I quivered over the rough touch. His masculine presence made my pussy tingle so much. His thumbs crossed my hard, pink nipple. Sparks flared, shooting down to my pussy.

He’d touched my nipples before, but never bare. Never without at least my bra in the way.

This was really happening. I would lose my cherry tonight.

Kurt leaned down and kissed me. I melted into his lips as his weight settled down atop me. I squirmed beneath him, my arms locking about his neck. He hadn’t shaved. His stubbled rasped on my lips.

I felt the bulge of his cock pressing against my panties as I moaned into his kiss. My tongue darted into his mouth, swirling around, meeting his as I squirmed against him. My virgin pussy grew juicier and juicier, aching to finally be penetrated even as a nervous writhe twisted through my guts.

What if it hurt too much?

What if I wasn’t good enough for Kurt. He had dated another girl before me. I knew she’d put out, the skank. What if I couldn’t compete against her?

I whimpered into the kiss, tensing.

Kurt broke the kiss. “Relax, Becky,” he whispered, his hand stroking down my side to my hip, brushing my white panties. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know,” I said. “You’d never hurt me.”

He hooked his thumb into my panties. “I’m going to make you cum.”

A smile played on my lips, his confidence shining down on me, evaporating my nervousness. He tugged down my panties as he moved down my body. I shuddered. I had let him eat out my pussy before. It struck me that he’d touched my naked pussy far more than my naked breasts.

His rough stubble pressed into my blonde bush. My golden curls spilled around his lips as he nuzzled into me. I shuddered, my back arching. My breasts jiggled as he took his first lick, his tongue brushing my hymen before flicking through my folds and rushing my clit.

“Kurt!” I gasped, electricity zapping through my body.

“Mmm, just enjoy.” His blue eyes twinkled up my body, his red hair rubbing on my thighs. “I know I will. You taste so good.”

“Yes!” I groaned, loving his words and the feel of his tongue lathing through my pussy.

The bedsprings creaked louder as he licked through my folds. His tongue darted over my petals and brushed my clit over and over. My pussy drank in the pleasure, the tingles racing through my body. My toes curled. My hands grabbed his red hair, gripping him hard as I ground against his lips.

His stubble rasped so wonderful on my pussy lips. I gasped and groaned. I couldn’t imagine lesbians not wanting the feel of that masculine roughness on their vulva. It made me feel like so much of a woman as he probed against my maidenhead.

“Oh, Kurt, I’m going to cum!” I groaned. “I’m going to cum so hard. Oh, wow. I just ... Don’t stop!”

He didn’t. He licked harder.

His tongue flew across my pussy lips. He caressed them. He stroked them and drove me wild. I moaned and whimpered, squeezing my thighs so tight about his face, pinning him in place. I didn’t want this delight to ever end.

My moans burst from my lips. I gasped, fuzzy tingles racing through my body while my pussy grew tighter and tighter. The pressure grew inside of me, threatening to drown me in the most amazing rapture imaginable. I whimpered and groaned, humping against him, smearing my pussy lips on his hungry mouth.

He sucked on my clit.

“Oh, my god!” I gasped. “Oh, my god, Kurt, that’s it. That’s what I need. Yes, yes, yes!”

I came.

The pleasure surged through me. The rapture consumed the last of the nervous wiggles in my stomach. It swept into my mind, drowning me in ecstasy. I gasped and bucked on the bed, smearing my pussy against his licking mouth. My eyes widened, stars bursting across my vision.

He fluttered his tongue against my clit as I spasmed on the bed. My juices flooded out of me as my fingers tugged at his hair. My pussy convulsed. It needed to be filled. That deep itch in me finally would be scratched.

“Kurt! Now! I’m ready! Do it!”

“Yes, Becky!” he moaned, not fighting me as I hauled him up my body.

He’d shoved down his boxers while eating me. His dick, which I’d sucked on many times, thrust thick and hard between his thighs. I wasn’t afraid of his girth now. I just wanted him in me. I grabbed it, suddenly greedy to lose my virginity.

To be fucked by the man I loved.

His dick pressed on my hymen as his lips met mine. I tasted my pussy juices for the first time. This exciting, sweet delight that made me groan. Then his hips thrust. His cock pushed against my hymen.

Pain flared.

I groaned, my pussy clenching.

A sharp tear stabbed into me. Then heat rippled out of my pussy. The friction had me spasming as his cock dove into my virgin depths. He buried to the hilt in my untouched flesh. I spread wider and wider, so wet from my orgasm he sank in with ease.

“Kurt,” I groaned into the kiss, breaking it. “Oh, wow. Oh, wow, you’re in me.”

“Uh-huh,” he groaned, drawing back his hips and slamming into me again. “You’re on the pill, right?”

“Yes, yes, the new one,” I panted, my eyes rolling back into my head. “Ooh, yes, just jam that dick into me. Oh, wow, this is amazing.”

“You have no idea,” he groaned, his voice so strained as he pumped in and out of my pussy. What did it feel like for him? For me it was amazing. He reached so deep into me, stimulating all these naughty bits inside of me. Silky friction sent pleasure racing through my body. It had me gasping and moaning, shuddering on the bed.

The headboard banged into the wall separating his room from his step-sister’s. Janice had to know what we were doing now if my shouts hadn’t alerted her. I didn’t care. Let her know that her step-brother was a stud.

“Oh, yes, Kurt,” I whimpered, my pussy clenching down on his dick as he drew back. “Ooh, yes, don’t stop. I want to cum on your dick. I want to feel you spurt into me.”

“Yes,” he groaned, face twisting with pleasure. “I’ll hold out. But ... Damn, you’re so tight. It’s been a while.”

“But you’ll be getting pussy every night,” I said and then kissed him hard.

I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth again, my hips moving with his. The last of the soreness faded beneath the pleasure pumping away into my pussy. I whimpered, my nipples throbbing against his chest, my thighs locked about his waist.

At this moment, my orgasm building for a second time in my pussy’s depths, I believed nothing could ever pry us apart. That we would be together forever. I could see it all ahead: our marriage, our children, our life together. I wanted it so badly. My heart raced, pumping excitement through my veins as his dick thrust into my cunt faster and faster.

The pleasure built through me. My back arched, grinding my clit into his pubic bone. His weight felt so wonderfully solid atop me. I moaned into our kiss, my pussy growing hotter and tighter, clenching down on his dick.

He buried into me.

I came.

My pussy spasmed about his dick, celebrating his cock pumping in and out of my deflowered depths. I spasmed beneath him, my sheath writhing about his wondrous shaft. I whimpered, moaned, the pleasure rippling through me.

“Becky,” he groaned, breaking the kiss. He stared own at me, his blue eyes so glassy with lust, with desire, with love for me. “Oh, Becky, yes.”

“Spill in me!” I begged as the ecstasy reached my mind. Stars detonated before me, fireworks celebrating our passion. “I want to feel you in me!”

“Yes!” he groaned, face straining, flushed with his exertion. He rammed into me.

And it happened.

His cum fired into me.

My eyes widened. Instead of the euphoric bliss I expected to spill through me as my body accepted his seed and felt him spurting into my depths, a wave of nausea washed through me. My stomach writhed. My skin crawled.

“Kurt!” I screamed. “Get off of me!”

“What?” he groaned, wracked in the throes of his orgasm in me, pumping more and more of the jizz into me.

Oh, god, his seed was in me. I could feel it in me. It felt so wrong. What was happening? My stomach churned worse. Bile burned the back of my throat. My hands pushed at his chest, struggling to heave him off.

“What’s wrong, Becky?” he asked, rolling off of me.

“I don’t know!” I cried out, all the pleasure evaporated. I could feel his cum pooling in me. I had to get it out of me.

I bolted from his bed, racing mostly naked across the room, my bra still shoved up over my tits. I needed to get his cum out of me. It felt like poison in me. My blood thundered through my veins. I burst out of his bedroom and ran down the hallway.

“Becky!” he shouted, following. “Jesus, what’s wrong, Becky?”

I reached the bathroom and burst into it. I shoved it closed behind me, trembling. My thoughts didn’t want to work. They raced. I fell to my knees, my hands shaking. Waves of cold washed through me, sweat breaking out across my body. I wrenched open the cabinet behind the sink, knocking around cleaning supplies.

“Come on,” I groaned. “I know you have one. Please, say you do. I have to get clean.”

My clit ached and throbbed.

“Becky?” The doorknob started to turn. Cold panic knifed through me. There was no lock on the door, the house old.

“Don’t come in!” I screeched.

“I’m sorry, Becky,” Kurt gasped, releasing the knob. “I ... I thought you wanted me to ... to cum in you.”

“I did,” I said, my shoulders shaking. Tears fell down my face. What had gone wrong? “I ... I’m not feeling well. Okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, sounding both confused and concerned. “Do you need me to get you something?”

Relief shot through me. I spotted a douche. I grabbed the box and yanked it out. “No, no, I found it.”

My clit throbbed more, twitching and writhing in disgust. I bolted to my feet and darted to the shower. I turned it on, not even waiting for it to warm up. The spray wet the cardboard, turning it into mush as I ripped into the box and pulled out the pink douche.

I filled it with water, my heart hammering. My skin crawled. My stomach gurgled again. I had to get his seed out of me. Was I allergic to cum? Was that even a thing? Tears fell down my cheeks, sobs bursting from my chest.

I couldn’t be allergic to cum. I ... I ... Not now. Not now that I had gone all the way with Kurt. He was a great guy.

I shoved the nozzle of the douche up into my pussy. I squeezed so hard, glad Mrs. Albertson, Kurt’s step-mom, kept one in the house. The warm water squirted up inside of me, splashing like the cum had against my pussy walls. Only this didn’t make me feel nausea.

I pulled the nozzle away and groaned in relief as the water ran out of me, milky with his cum. My clit throbbed in gratitude. I squirted more water inside my pussy, sucking in deep breaths, the water splashing on my back, warming my flesh.

The panic died down. My trembles slowed, ceased as I squirmed third time into me. The boil in my stomach settled, the burning bile retreating back down my esophagus. I leaned over, bracing my hand against the shower wall.

“Thank god,” I muttered. “Oh, thank god.”

It was over. Whatever happened, whatever reaction my body had to my boyfriend’s cum was...

My clit throbbed.

It itched and burned.

I blinked my eyes, my hips squirming, and stared past my round, wet breasts to my soaked patch of blonde pubic hair. I frowned, reaching down to nudge my clit. I gasped, feeling it pulse with the beat of my heart. I stroked it, feeling how swollen my little nub was. I could see it thrusting pink out of my folds.

Was it bigger than normal?

I had never really studied my pussy much. Once, not to far into puberty and before my bush really sprouted, I’d looked at it in a mirror, but that was years ago. I had developed into a full woman now. It just must be its the normal size, right?