Chapter 3: Futa’s First Naughty Movie

April 17th, 2047

“So you agreed to do a porno about your own life,” Adelia said, her expression both serious but with a hint of playfulness about her.

“Well, that’s how the project started,” I said, grinning out at the studio audience and, through the camera aimed at us, the world watching us streamed live across the internet. “Just a fun romp about the night I became a futanari. It wasn’t the first one about that night or my life, but it would be the first one starring a real futa. The futa.”

“Oh, right, I remember that there was a time when the porn industry, and the sex toy industry, got really into dildos that could squirt something that looked like cum. To try and make the actresses, or the woman using the toy, look as much like the real thing as they could.”

“The Japanese just animated it,” I said. “But they were doing that before I came along.”

“I’ve watched a few of those,” Adelia said without a blush.

“They’re hot,” I agreed, my futa-dick throbbing. “My wife, Sharron, just loves them.” My smile faded. “Well, you’ve seen the porno and know it didn’t end up being about my life.”

Adelia nodded her head, her eyes lighting up in delight. “It’s one of my favorites. Though, our daughter freaked out when she found it while poking around in my toy collections.”

“Horny girl,” I said, smiling. I hardly knew my daughter with Adelia. I barely knew any of my daughters save for a few who worked with me—Lola, Rebecca, Bethany, Leah, Christina, and Danielle—and, of course, the two daughters I had with Sharron. “Well, what did you expect from my daughter? Not to discover your sex toy collection?”

“At least she’s not as bad as you,” Adelia said, a playful smile on her lips. “I’m not going to have 10,000 grandchildren.”

I smiled at that. “Probably a good thing none of my daughters trigger hyper-ovulation. We’d overrun the world in a generation if they inherited that. Just fill the planet to the brim.”

The studio audience laughed. I was unique. My daughters were, in a weird way, more human than me. They were futanari, but they had the range of libidos of a normal guy and didn’t trigger women to go into heat like I did. They could have children, whether with another woman or having one themselves. I had a lot of grandchildren out there, and, I suspected by now, a few great-grandchildren.

“Well, we were talking about porn,” Adelia said. “What was it like? It must have been incredible to get paid to have sex on film.”

“It was actually annoying,” I said. “It wasn’t nearly as much fun as I thought it would be. It turned out to be work. And that director...”

August 13th, 2036

My hips pumped away into Cherri Delight’s pussy. The blonde, busty porn star moaned and cooed beneath me as I thrust into her cunt. Her back arched, her left leg thrust over my shoulder so the camera could get a clean shot of my dick plunging into her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes, cum in me, Becky!” she moaned. “Just fill me up! I can’t believe you grew a ... a cock! My brother ... my brother...”

“Kurt,” I hissed, the bimbo forgetting her line again.

“My brother Kurt made you. It is so hot. I love it! Ooh, just cum in me! You’re mine now! He doesn’t get to fuck you at all.”

I rolled my eyes. The real Janice sounded nothing like this bimbo. Cherri didn’t even have the right hair color. “Oh, Janice, yes, I’m going to flood your cunt with my jizz! Just spill it all into your cunt! This is so hot! I love fucking your pussy!”

Did I sound this whorish and wanton when I fucked Janice. It was eighteen years ago. I could hardly remember for sure. I had to be shyer than this. I was a virgin that night. I was re-creating the first time I ever had sex with my futa-dick.

I couldn’t have sounded like this.

“Cum in me!” groaned Cherri Delight, her blue eyes so wide. “Breed me! Give me all your yummy futa-seed!”

I knew the breeding part wasn’t right, but it was so hot. I thrust harder, my tits heaving.

“Now, Becky, keep her leg lifted,” Valarie, the director, said. The boom mic overhead wouldn’t pick up her voice. “We have to see that pussy. And remember, don’t just cum in her. I want you to pull out and splatter a couple of blasts on her pussy lips.”

I fought the urge to say anything as I kept thrusting into her, slamming my girl-cock into her.

I was trying to ignore the dozen or so guys that were watching, the two camera operators, the boom mic, the sound guy, a few other young men who moved cables around the bedroom we were in. Plus the actor playing “Kurt” watched. None of them looked excited. None of them were eager to see me cum. They were all so desensitized to fucking. This was just a job to them, and it made it so hard to feel sexy.

To fuck Cherri as hard as I could.

“Ooh, yes, yes, yes, cum in me, Becky!” Cherri moaned, her hips bucking. “I’m cumming! Fill me with your jizz.”

She wasn’t cumming. Her pussy didn’t spasm around my dick, but you’d never know it from the way she gasped and panted. From the way she heaved her body. Her voice sang out with all the orgasmic bliss of a woman reaching ecstasy.

“Now spurt in her, Becky,” ordered the professor. Valarie leaned forward in her chair, staring at a monitor not at me. “And remember to pull out.”

I shuddered, trying to will myself to cum. I was on the edge anyways. Pussy was pussy, and Cherri had a tight cunt. She knew how to work her muscles, her silky walls squeezing and relaxing about me as I plowed into her with such power. I buried into her again and again. My tits heaved. My hair danced about my shoulders.

I shuddered and then my cum fired out of my girl-dick. My orgasm exploded through me. I threw back my head, slamming to the depths in her. Pleasure surged through me with each blast, stars bursting across my vision.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes, take my cum, Janice!” I gasped as the director hissed, “Pull out! Pull out now!”

I shuddered, ripping my girl-dick out of Cherri’s pussy. It was so weird doing that. I never pulled out prematurely unless I was fucking back and forth between two different women and wanted to share my jizz.

I shuddered, my pussy convulsing. My cum fired out of my dick, the last few blasts splashing pearly jizz across her shaved snatch, coating her gold ring piercing her clitoral hood. I shuddered and heaved while Cherri moaned in delight.

“Yes, yes, that’s it,” Valarie moaned. “You didn’t fuck it up, Becky! Okay, let’s get ready for the creampie scene.”

A photographer appeared, snapping pictures of Cherri’s cunt while Delilah, the makeup girl, darted forward to touch her up. The script girl—a petite, Korean cutie named Jean—fell to her knees before me and engulfed my cock, sucking on it, fluffing my dick to keep me hard.

It was something she did for the male actors. It was her job to keep the script continuity and to fluff the “talent,” as we were called. Her mouth was warm about my dick, her cheeks hollowing as she nursed it.

“Lenses changed?” asked the director, the brunette woman leaned forward, her legs crossed, a pair of tight jeans clinging to them. She had her hair gathered in a ponytail. She was a fun fuck; I had bred all the women working on the shoot, including Cherri, yesterday so today would go smoothly.

“Yeah, we are good,” reported Cliff, one of the two cameraman. He was a tall, thin guy with a weedy mustache.

“Becky, get into place like you just finished cumming into Cherri,” Valarie ordered, her face serious as she stared at the monitor.

Jean popped her mouth off my dick, sending a spike of delight through me. She smacked my rump as I headed back to the bed. Cherri grinned at me, her hands squeezing her tits. I knelt between her thighs, my cock aimed at her, the tip begging to bury back into her.

Jean fluffed a mean cock.

“Cherri, lift your leg a little higher and ... perfect,” Valarie said. “Action!”

“Oh, you came so much in me, Becky!” Cherri cooed. “You filled me with all your naughty cum.”

“I better clean it up,” I said, staring at the pearly jizz staining her pussy and leaking out of her cunt.

I leaned down and pressed my face into her pussy, my blonde hair spilling about my face as I licked through her folds, gathering my salty jizz and reveling in the flavor of her spicy snatch. The two delights mixed together on my tongue.

“Becky, move your hair out of the way,” the director ordered, tone brusque.

I kept licking, which was hard to do when I was getting stage direction, and pulled my hair out of the way, sweeping it off the right side of my face. My tongue fluttered up the folds, gathering another line of cum.

I brushed Cherri’s clit. She gasped. I fluttered my tongue against her piercing, batting it, loving how it twisted. How it made Cherri moan. She squeezed her tits, the other cameraman capturing her squirming while I pleasured her.

“Stop playing with her clit and keep licking up your cum, Becky,” snapped Valarie.

I fought a sigh, I followed directions. My mouth moved down to lick and nuzzle at her cunt. I gathered more and more of my salty cum. It melt on my tongue. I groaned, moving my head, reveling in the delight, getting lost in the pleasure of—

“Move your hair, Becky,” the director ordered.

I kept licking and shoved back my hair out of the way. My tongue caressed down to Cherri’s taint, lapping up the cum pulling down there, my nose pressed into the bare folds. I shuddered, my own pussy growing hotter and hotter. My own pussy cream ran down my girl-dick as it swayed between my thighs.

Then I licked back up to her pussy and jammed my tongue into her cunt. The porn star gasped, whimpering. Her face twisted with delight as she massaged her perky tits. I scooped my futa-jizz out of her spicy depths.

“Yes, yes, hold it on your tongue, let the camera see that jizz,” Valarie said. “Now eat it.”

I drew my tongue back into my mouth, purring in delight.

“My own cum is yummy,” the script girl whispered, speaking my line.

“My own cum is yummy!” I purred.

“I bet it is,” Cherri gasped. “There’s more in me. Get in there and lick it all out!” I pressed my mouth against her pussy, my hair slipping down again. I groaned, about to sweep it off my face, getting so annoyed with my blonde locks, when Cherri came to my rescue. She seized my hair and held me in place to her pussy at the same time. She humped her hips, grinding that hot cunt against my face.

I wanted to make her cum. I wanted her juices spilling across my face. I licked her with such passion. She squeaked and moaned. She made all these wonderful sounds. My tongue fluttered through her. I shoved my hands beneath her rump, squeezing and kneading her flesh, reveling in how plump she felt.

It was such a great ass to cup. To hold. My tongue danced deeper into her, swirling about her flesh. I was almost forgetting about the crew, the cameras, and was just getting lost in the pleasure of eating a woman’s hot cunt to orgasm.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Cherri moaned.

“Good, build to that orgasm, Cherri,” the director said. “Make it look like you’ve never experienced such pleasure before.”

“I’ve never experienced such pleasure before, Becky!” Cherri moaned. “Just keep eating me. I’m going to cum on your face.”

“Becky, devour her with such passion,” ordered the director. “Yes, yes, sell it but ... No, pull your face back just an inch. Let us see your tongue sliding through her folds just like ... That’s good, Becky.”

I wanted to growl out my annoyance. I just wanted to feast on this pussy. I didn’t want to follow directions. That wasn’t how sex worked. My girl-dick throbbed as frustration swelled through me. I flicked my tongue up to Cherri’s clit, fluttering against it back and forth.

“Good, good, just like that,” Valarie said. “Now, Cherri ... cum!”

“Oh, my fucking god, yes!” howled Cherri, her flushed face turning red. “Yes, yes, yes, you’re so amazing. Drink my juices! Drink it all down! So good!”

She squeaked louder even while no juices flooded out of her. She was faking her orgasm again. I wanted her to cum for real. I wanted to give her such bliss. She deserved a nice climax crashing through her body.

I wanted to worship her. To give her ecstasy.

“And...” the director said. “That’s perfect. Great orgasm, Cherri.”

“Thanks,” the porn star said. “Ooh, Becky, you can stop licking now.”

“Yes, yes,” Valarie said, “we’re moving on. Doggy style scene.”

I sighed and lifted my face. The script girl came around, engulfing my dick one more time while the makeup girl, a motherly woman with brown hair and a round face, wiped the pussy cream off my face and lips, along with the cum. Then she applied fresh lipstick and rogue to my cheeks while Jean kept bobbing her head on my dick. Mine done, the makeup girl turned her attention to Cherri, spritzing her tits with a spray bottle so they gleamed. Then she wiped up her pussy with a towel before spraying her shave vulva with water, making it look like Cherri was so wet.

“Do you need lube?” the makeup girl asked Cherri.

“No, no, she’s a futa,” Cherri said. “I won’t need any with her. Besides, that dick of her produces more precum than a guys.”

Jean moaned her agreement about my cock.

“Okay, places everyone,” Valarie ordered. She now perched on her knees on her director chair, staring at the monitors showing the camera feeds.

I moved back into position between Cherri’s thighs, pushing back my hair to keep it off my face. My girl-dick throbbed. I wanted to fuck her again. This time, I would make Cherri cum. This sexy porn star would explode on my futa-cock, her pussy rippling about my flesh. It would feel incredible.

“Action!” Valarie ordered. “Make it look hot this time, Becky. And don’t forget to not obscure everything for the camera.”

I lifted my head like I had just finished going down on Cherri. “Mmm, that was such a yummy creampie.”

“I bet,” Cherri moaned. “I came so hard and...” She gave the fakest look of shock. “You’re dick is still hard. If you were a guy, you’d be soft right now.”

“I guess you’re right,” I said. “Ooh, I’m aching. I need to fuck you again!”

“Yes!” she gasped then rolled over onto her hands and knees, shaking that rump at me. Her pussy glistened, but I knew it wasn’t with her juices. “Fuck me! Pound my cunt so hard!”

I moved into position, kneeling on my left leg while my right leg was thrust forward. It was almost like I was a knight kneeling before king. It helped the cameraman capture the low angle of my futa-dick, thrusting from the folds of my pussy, penetrating her cunt and fucking her.

It just didn’t feel like a ... natural position to have sex in.

“Just ram it into me, Becky!” Cherri moaned. “I need it!”

“Futa-slut!” I hissed. “That’s all you are, Janice! Just my futa-slut tonight.”

“Perfect,” the director said. “Now get that dick in her, Becky, and fuck her hard. Just go to town on her pussy. Fuck her like it’s the best cunt in the world.”

I thrust my girl-dick back into Cherri’s snatch. I slid into her wonderfully tight sheath. Her silky flesh clenched about me as I filled her. Pleasure rippled down my shaft. My head swayed from side to side. I groaned, burying into her and drawing back.

Despite the awkward pose, I was in pussy, and that made it worth it. I thrust hard, my tits heaving and bouncing as I plowed her cunt. I rammed into her with all my might, making her squeal and gasp. Her pussy clenched down around me. She worked those kegels, giving me such bliss. Such wondrous, rapturous pleasure.

“Becky!” she gasped. “Fuck my pussy! Ooh, this is so good!”

“Uh-huh!” I groaned, my crotch smacking into her rump, making her butt-cheeks jiggle.

“You hear a noise, Becky,” the director ordered. “You look over your shoulder at the doorway.” I groaned, tossing my head, my blonde hair dancing about my face as I kept thrusting into Cherri’s tight snatch. I stared at the empty doorway. No one was in it. Dirk Magnum, the actor playing Kurt, lounged nearby in a bathrobe.

“It’s Kurt. He’s watching you fuck his step-sister,” the director said. “You can feel his eyes, and it excites you.”

“Oh, yes, your pussy is so tight about my new, big girl-dick,” I moaned, struggling to capture the feeling of that moment when Kurt discovered me fucking Janice all those years ago. I remembered the thrill of being caught combined with this strange, perverse pleasure in fucking his sister with my new girl-dick. “Ooh, take it!”

“I am!” Cherri moaned, rocking back into our thrusts. Our flesh slapped together.

“Kurt is staring at you, shocked and yet ... aroused,” the director says, her voice growing excited. “It’s making you thrust harder. It’s almost like you’re cuckolding him now. A reverse cuckolding since you have the girl-dick.”

I shuddered, still looking at the door. I hadn’t seen Kurt since his wedding night thirteen or fourteen years ago. Since that wonderful night where I enjoyed his wife. Where I shared his new bride with him.

Just like I shared Janice with him this night. The first woman we ever enjoyed together.

I imagined Kurt standing there, still so young, his hair red, his blue eyes so bright with shock and pleasure. He groped himself through his jeans, watching me plunder his step-sister’s pussy. Janice bucked back into me, moaning and cooing, her pleasure bursting through her body.

I could feel that same thrill. It was like I was plunged back into my eighteen-year-old body, enjoying my futa-dick for the first time. I thrust my hips so hard into Janice’s juicy cunt. Her pussy clenched around my cock. She moaned.

Kurt watched.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, my pussy growing tighter and tighter. My ovaries boiled. “Take my cock, Janice! Ooh, yes, yes, yes! Take it! You love it!”

“So much!” Janice moaned, her voice more playful. Naughtier. “Just keep ramming that dick into me, Becky!”

“Yes!” I howled, staring into the memory of Kurt’s blue eyes.

And came.

My futa-cock erupted. Pleasure fired through me. I shuddered, burying into Janice’s pussy, the pleasure boiling through my mind. It was so incredible to fuck Kurt’s sister while he watched. Euphoric lust flowed out of my convulsing pussy, my juices flooding down my thighs.

“Becky, why did you stop fucking?” a voice asked, intruding on my fantasy.

“Because she’s cumming in me!” Cherri gasped. “Valarie, she’s ruining the shot. Oh, my god, so much jizz!”

“Cut!” snarled Valarie.

Through my orgasmic haze, I came out of my rapture into embarrassment. I shuddered, the last of my jizz pumping into Cherri’s cunt. I breathed heavily, my head reeling from the bliss that surged around me.

“Get out of her pussy so we can clean her up!” Valarie shouted. “Makeup girl!”

Delilah, the motherly makeup girl, appeared. She gave me a naughty wink as I pulled out of Cherri’s cunt, my dick still hard, dripping with the girl’s pussy cream. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I couldn’t believe I popped off so early.

“I’m sorry, I just got excited,” I said.

“Amateurs,” the director muttered. “Hurry up and clean her up! We are losing time. We have to get the threesome filmed today. Plus, I need Dirk’s reaction shots in the can.”

“We’ll get her clean,” Delilah said. The makeup girl leaned down and, instead of using her towel, used her tongue.

Cherri gasped as Delilah licked and lapped up my cum, fluttering through her depths. My costar groaned, her back arching. My futa-dick throbbed. I grinned at the naughty sight, knowing Delilah never would have done it this way. But she was horny because of me.

I groaned as the script girl engulfed my dick. Jean fluffed my cock and sucked clean Cherri’s pussy juices all at the same time. I shuddered as the girl bobbed her mouth, keeping me hard—not that it was an issue for me—while I watched Delilah work.

“I didn’t say eat out her cunt,” groaned Valarie. “This is the most fucked-up shoot ever. I didn’t have these problems with Georgina.”

“My daughters aren’t me,” I said, grinding my teeth. “You know this will sell.” Why did she have to be such a cunt? She was annoying me.

Cherri moaned and gasped, shuddering in delight as the makeup girl cleaned her up. My own girl-dick was throbbing in sweet Jean’s mouth. The young girl worked those hot lips up and down my shaft, her tongue fluttering and dancing across my crown.

Delilah lifted her face, her lips gleaming with pussy juices. She grabbed a towel and dabbed off Cherri, then spritzed some more water to make her look really juicy and wet. Nodding, Delilah backed off.