Chapter 1: Kimmie's Futa Surprise

I stared at myself in the mirror, my hips cocked, swirling my pleated, green cheerleading skirts about my supple thighs. Watching that skirt flutter sent an excited shiver through me. Especially because the dildo thrusting through the pleats.

I looked so hot. My brown hair was pulled back into a fun and perky ponytail, something perfect for cheerleading, keeping my hair out of my gorgeous, seventeen-year-old face. I had such smooth cheeks and lush lips and hazel eyes with little flecks of gold in them. My sleeveless top, called a shell, was just a little too small for me, clinging to round breasts, my nipples prominent through my sports bra and top, two small points jutting out on the white fabric alongside the snarling jaguar, our school’s mascot.

It was why us cheerleaders at Washington High were called the Pussycats.

I loved it. My fellow Pussycats and I were all so hot. Oh, I loved seeing them prance around in their tight skirts, shaking their pompoms, wiggling their asses. It made me so wet. My pussy clenched, my clit throbbing beneath my panties and white spankies, the tight bloomers cheerleaders wore over their panties, covered in green sparkles. They flashed so wickedly when our skirts flared up.

“Yes,” I groaned, stroking the fleshy dildo I had strapped over my spankies, loving how the pleats fell around it. “I want to fuck you all.”

I stroked my strap-on, my prize and joy, like it were a real cock, the surface still slicked by my pussy juices. I had a wonderful cum in my uniform before I spritzed on my perfume and pulled up my panties and spankies.

I wish I could wear my strap-on out onto the field, cheering, dancing, thrusting my hips with it bobbing and waggling before me. I wanted to lift up the skirts of my fellow cheerleaders and just fuck them right there on the field. I wanted to give the crowd such a show. Just the idea of hundreds of people watching me fuck Becky or Daniqua or Linh or Amy made me so wet. Even Jamie. I would fuck my baby sister in front of them all. At fourteen, she was the newest member of the squad. She promised to have all the skill I possessed.

I would fuck her so hard before the crowd. I didn’t care she was my sister.

I wanted to rip off my shell and sports bra, to have my tits bouncing before me. I imagined my nipples pierced, green tassels dangling from my pink nubs, swaying as I pumped my pompoms. Oh, the crowds would love us so much.

And then I would flip up Becky’s skirt. The busty blonde would moan and gasp as I fucked my strap-on into her from behind, the both of us screaming out our cheers. My clit would ache and throb beneath my strap-on as I plowed into her.

It was such a wicked fantasy.

I stroked the dildo faster and faster, my pussy clenching as I burned with my deviant fantasy. I imagined eating Daniqua’s pussy, feasting on the Black girl’s pink flesh before our cheering college. Then I would push down Linh and fuck Vietnamese girl, ramming the dildo into her pussy surrounded by that thick, black bush.

“Yes,” I moaned, seeing it, hearing the roar of the crowd, their cheers.

PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS!

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “We’re so naughty. We’re so wicked!”

Just the pressure of the dildo rubbing on my clit, my fantasy burning through my head, was sending me to my orgasm. I gasped and groaned, swaying in my bedroom while I pumped my hand up and down my slick, fake cock, smelling the sweet musk of my pussy.

My cunt clenched, my panties soaked with my excitement. They would be wet for the entire match. I would feel them sliding against my cunt, teasing me while I danced and twerked and cheered before the crowds. I couldn’t strip naked, but I showed as much flesh as I could.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, my seventeen-year-old body trembling as I focused on the crowd exploding with passion as I fucked all my fellow cheerleaders on the field.

I imagined pumping the dildo in and out of Amy’s pussy, using her cream to lube my toy for my little sister’s asshole. Jamie would groan and gasp as I fucked her ass. Then I would have Becky suck Jamie’s sour ass off of it while my little sister tongued Becky’s pussy from behind like the little dyke whore I would make her into.

I would make the whole cheer squad into dyke whores. Not just Becky, who totally went lezzie over the summer. She and a bunch of other girls that hung out with Lana and Cassandra were all dykes now. Oh, I wish I was their friends. I would fuck them all with my strap-on.

And the crowd would cheer us on.

PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS!

“You love watching me fuck!” I moaned as my orgasm exploded through me.

My knees quivered as the hot rush of passion shot through me. I concentrated so hard on my fantasy, willing it to come to life. I staggered, my pussy convulsing. Rapture flooded through my body. My nipples ached and throbbed. I so wish I could do it.

But then the real world crashed into me as someone banged on my door.

“We have to go, Kimmie!” Jamie said, my little sister so eager for her first time cheering at a game. “Let’s go.”

“In a minute,” I groaned, shuddering. I couldn’t believe I had cum again. The fantasy was so hot.

I panted as I hurriedly took off the strap-on and hid it in my closet. I glanced at my mirror, frowning, my face so flushed. I dabbed at it with tissues then touched up my makeup as Jamie came back to hammer on my door.

“Come on!” she screeched.

“Hold your butt!” I screeched back. “We have plenty of time.”

She let out a frustrated huff and marched off.

I took a few deep breaths, glancing at the mirror. I looked hot. I would turn on all the guys and girls watching. They would all grow so hard and juicy as I strutted my stuff. I wish I had the courage to go out there without anything beneath my uniform. With my top off.

But I would get in trouble. I would be expelled. So much drama. Why couldn’t my wishes come true?

I sighed and headed out of my room. My skirts swirled as I rushed down the stairs. My sister waited at the base of the stairs, her pixyish face twisted with impatience. She tapped her foot, arching a dark-brown eyebrow at me. Her short, dark hair swayed about her head as she shook it. She wore the same uniform as me, her thighs looking so lush, her skirt so short on her.

Yes, I would even fuck my sister with my strap-on before the crowds.

“Relax, baby sister,” I told her. “We’ll get there.”

“On time?”

“Yes, on time.” I rolled my eyes. “We have thirty minutes to get there, and the school’s five minutes away.”

The front door opened as I turned and mom walked in. She held a green envelope in her hand. “You got something in the mail, honey,” Mom said. “From Phoenix, Arizona.”

I blinked. “Really?”

“From a lawyer.” Mom gave me a look. “What is this?”

I shook my head in shock and took the envelope from her. Then I blinked again. I thought I had checked the mail when I got home from school. I couldn’t have missed this in the mailbox. It was a large letter and so bright. There was even a wax seal holding down the flap.

“Look at the writing, it’s so fancy,” my sister said.

I turned the envelope over. She was right. There was silver calligraphy, that fancy script you only saw on books from two hundred years ago and wedding invitations. Was someone getting married? Had a friend of mine moved to Phoenix?

To: Miss Kimberly Miller

The Living Room

1703 Violet Meadows

Parkland, WA 98444

“Weird,” I said, then glanced up at the name in the corner. “Who is that?”

From: Leanan Sidhe

The Boardwalk

1 Summer Lane

Phoenix, Arizona 85009

“Leanan Sidhe?” my sister said. “Sounds Irish.”

“Yeah.” I broke the seal, so confused. Green glitter fell out as I pulled out the parchment. Not paper, but parchment. It was slightly yellow and thick. It crinkled as I unfolded it and saw even more silver calligraphy crawling across the page. My brows furrowed as I read it.

My dearest Miss Kimberly Miller,

I am writing to you in regards to your wish that you most fervently expressed. I recognize the exhibitionist passion bursting in your heart. I know that you believe it impossible to express, fearing the righteous judgment of not only your friends and neighbors but of the stern authority of your school at such a wanton display. But I assure you, I find it marvelous.

Which is why I am writing you this letter expressing my deepest desire to make your wish come true. Like you, I have felt that self-same naughty desire to expose myself to all and let them witness my passionate frolic with my lovers. The same heat that has well-fired your nethers has kindled flame within mine. Oh, how I moaned before my friends and neighbors on the boardwalk as I felt your wish most keenly.

So expect my visit tonight, my dearest Miss Kimberly, and know that your deepest wish shall be granted.

Yours in fellowship,

Leanan Sidhe

Esq. of Summer

“Your cheeks just went red,” Jamie said. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” I squeaked. How the fuck did this ... Leanan Sidhe know I wanted to strip naked and fuck my fellow cheerleaders? How? That was impossible. I never told a soul. What was going on?

“Now you’re as white as a ghost. What is it?” Jamie asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Show me.”

“No,” I said, pulling the letter to my cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

Then I darted away, racing upstairs. I had to hide this letter. I burst into my room and went to my closet, hiding it with my dildo. Then I darted out, locking my door behind me for good measure. I wouldn’t have my mom or little sister snooping.

“What is it?” Jamie asked as I came back downstairs.

“Come on, the game’s going to be starting,” I told her. “We have to go.”

“You can tell me,” wheedled my little sister, looking so cute in her cheer uniform. “Please.”

“Just a dumb prank,” I said. “I bet it was Becky who slipped it into my mailbox.” She might have noticed me looking at her. Now that she was openly into girls, she had to notice my hungry gaze. Maybe she saw how hard my nipples got during cheer routines and put two and two together. “Let’s go.”

“Fine,” huffed my little sister. Then she squealed, “We’re cheering tonight!”

“Yep!”

An hour later, we were on the field lit by bright lights, warming up the crowd, going through our routine. My pussy was so wet as we shook our pompoms. The white and green tassels rustled as we pumped them in the air. Then we high-kicked our legs, flashing our sparkling spankies at the crowd.

My fellow cheerleaders had such gorgeous legs.

Linh, the shortest of us, still had sleek thighs, a gorgeous, dusky-olive tone. And Daniqua’s were so striking, her coffee-cream skin so enchanting as she worked her hips, her face twisting with excitement as she cheered. Amy looked so cute. And Becky’s big, pillowy tits heaved beneath her shell. Her sports bra had to fight to contain those big, lush mounds.

“You’re doing good, girls,” Coach Jennette said. She was a young woman sitting on the sidelines wearing tight shorts, a halter top, and a green windbreaker. She was in her late twenties, a former cheerleader herself, and so perky. “Come on, get them riled up.”

The crowd cheered as we turned and twerked, doing our booty shakes. I wanted to flip up my skirt. I closed my eyes, imagining I didn’t wear any panties or spankies, that they could see my ass and shaved pussy dripping with my excitement.

Oh, it would be so—

“Look out, Kimmie!”

I blinked and then—

Pain exploded in my head.

Darkness crashed down on me.

A soft voice whispered my name, calling me as I floated through the darkness that had engulfed me. I felt drawn to the voice. It was gentle, a girlish purr. At first, it was hardly more than the soft sigh of wind through a tree.

“ ... kimberly...”

But then it grew louder.

“Kimberly...”

And louder.

“My dear, sweet Miss Kimberly.”

My eyes fluttered.

“That’s it. Wake up. That was quite the blow you took.”

Voice murmured around me along with a buzzing hum, like a thousand insect wings. I frowned, groaning, struggling to open my eyes. A soft pair of hands stroked my cheeks, fingertips so dainty and soft.

They felt so nice.

My eyes opened.

A girlish face stared down at me, green hair falling in lush curls around her delicate features. At first, I thought it was a child’s face until I saw her silver eyes. They were so ancient. I shuddered beneath them, feeling like a spec of dust before an ancient star, something that had burned since the moment the universe was created while my life wasn’t even an eyeblink in comparison.

“That’s it, my dear Miss Kimberly,” she said, cooing at me. “That’s it. Normally, this is not how I appear, but we want to make the most of your wish from the start, don’t we?”

“Wish?” I asked in confusion, trying to figure out where I was. I was cheering at the game. And now I felt like I was lying on wooden boards. I shifted, my naked back and ass rubbing on the...

Naked...

I glanced down at my round breasts rising and falling as I breathed, topped by my fat, pink nipples. Then I saw the flat sweep of my stomach and the brown triangle of pubic hair above my pussy, the point aimed at my clit.

I was naked.

“Yes, yes, of course you’re naked,” the girl said.

No, she wasn’t a girl. She knelt naked beside me, her breasts small but developed. Her petite form only made her look childish. But she was far older than me. I licked my lips, my eyes traveling down her flat stomach. I could just see her hairless pubic mound between her thighs and...

“You have a cock!” I gasped at the huge, fleshy shaft thrusting out of her pussy lips. It wasn’t a strap-on dildo like I had, but a real cock. But she was a girl. A woman. She had tits. And there no balls dangling beneath her dick. And she felt so feminine.

“Of course I have a cock, my dear, sweet Miss Kimberly. And it is quite tumescent in anticipation of our compact. I so feverishly desire to unite with you and grant you your wish. Such effervescent delight does ripple through me from my naughty cunny and throbbing cock. Oh, she is so eager to make acquaintance with your wet quim.”

I blinked at her words. “You’re going to fuck me?”

She nodded her head and something hummed. Gossamer wings buzzed over her shoulders, and she lifted off the wooden walkway I lay on. Then I realized there were other naked women and girls, all with cocks, flying along the walkway or else they were leaning on the railing, looking at a sunset over an ocean.

An ocean? In Parkland? That wasn’t the Puget Sound out there. Was I all the way out on the Pacific Coast? But that was at least an hours drive.

“No, you are in Faerie,” laughed the girl. “Didn’t you get my letter? I told you I would arrive.”

“You’re a fairy?” I said. “Leanan Sidhe?”

She nodded her head. “And look at all my lovely friends and neighbors. They are all so eager to watch us make our agreement and seal it with the most vigorous and intimate press of our flesh.”

“Agreement?”

“Why, so you can cheer au naturel, exposing your lush and curvy figure for the hungry delight of the spectators while you enjoy the charms of your fellow cheerleaders.” Leanan Sidhe clapped her delicate hands together, her small tits jiggling. “Oh, cheerleaders are such a wonderful idea. I am ever so glad you mortals have devised them.”

“Yeah, me, too.” I said, looking around. The other fairies, coming in a wide range of body types from the petite and girlish to the mature and lush, closed in. The shade of their hair ranged from the pastels to the vibrant, a rainbow of delight.

And they all had huge cocks.

“They’re all going to watch you fuck me?” I asked, my pussy clenching in utter delight.

“Indeed they shall, my dear Miss Kimberly,” Leanan Sidhe. “Now doesn’t that just make your naughty cunny tingle with anticipatory delight?”

“Yes!”

All the eyes watching her, all those ancient, fairy eyes burning as they drank in her nubile, naked flesh shot powerful lusts through me. And though Leanan Sidhe had a real cock, and those held little interest for me normally, I was on fire. My pussy was so wet for her girl-dick.

The fairy gasped in surprise as I nearly tackled her, our bodies crashing down hard on the wooden boardwalk over the looking the fairy sea. The sweetest salt wind blew over my hot body as I kissed her hard, squirming atop her slim, petite body. My wet pussy rubbed on her hard cock, feeling the girth, the way she throbbed, the heat.

Oh, I had a thick dildo, but she was so much wider, so much longer. My pussy would be filled. And she was warm and felt so different, not smooth rubber but real flesh. My clit throbbed as I ground on her. My lusts boiled over me as I scooted up, my round breasts rubbing on those small, firm mounds, her nipples kissing mine.

I moaned into her sweet lips as the tip of her dick slid through my triangle of silky pubic hair, nudged my clit, and then found the technically virgin entrance to my pussy. I had no hymen, but only my fingers and my dildo had been in me.

Now I would have another person, or a fairy, feel me. I shuddered as her girl-dick throbbed against the hot entrance to my pussy. Lust shuddered through me. I pushed back with my hips, engulfing her thick cock with my cunt.

“Yes,” I moaned, breaking her kiss as her huge girth filled me. She felt amazing in me. My eyes widened. “Oh, Leanan, that’s amazing.”

“Leanan Sidhe,” she moaned, “is my full name my dear, sweet Miss Kimberly.”

“And I go by Kimmie,” I moaned, rising up from her body, my pussy fully engulfing her cock. I sat up on her, her girl-dick shifting inside of me, teasing my pussy walls. “And your cock is amazing. It’s fantastic.”

“And your pussy caresses my futaness with silky delight,” moaned the fairy, using this old-fashion word for dick I’d never heard of. “Please, work your quim up and down my cock with as much vigor as you can muster, my dear Miss Kimmie!”

“I’ll ride you so hard,” I moaned, my pussy clenching on her dick. On her futaness.

She was amazing.

I shuddered as I rose on her cock, the murmuring growing louder and louder. I groaned, the watching fairies stroking their girl-cocks or squeezing their tits or fingering their pussies. They stared at me with such lust as my breasts bounced. I reached the apex of Leanan Sidhe’s cock, swirled my hips, and slammed down her.

I groaned.

Heat burned inside me. The friction of my flesh caressing her girl-cock had me shuddering. My back arched, my round tits jiggling and bouncing together, my nipples so hard. Leanan Sidhe moaned as I bottomed out on her and rose then back up.

“Look at the mortal slut riding her cock,” one fairy whispered. “She is ever so enjoying Leanan Sidhe’s member.”

“Just a wanton slattern,” another moaned.

I loved their words.

“She has no shame at all, just letting her breasts bounce free for us all to see.”

“Yes, the deviant desires that must fill her mind.”

“But her figure is so stirring.”

“Indeed. She is exciting such depraved lusts inside me.”

“Good,” I moaned, running my fingers through my loose, brown hair, my pussy clenching about the futa-fairy’s big, thick dick. “Look at me! See me! Get so hard and horny. Finger those fairy-pussies and stroke those fairy-cocks.”

“Oh, my word, my dear Miss Kimmie,” moaned Leanan Sidhe, her slender fingers sliding up my body to my round, heaving breasts. “You have such a passion for exhibitionism. Your quim has grown so hot and wet about my cock, facilitating your wild abandon as you ride me.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted as her fingers cupped my breasts, caressing my silky skin and brushing my areolas. She teased me, almost touching my nipples but not quite as I rode faster and faster.