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“Fuck yeah… I really needed this…”
Lynn ended her day at college in the same manner that she always did. The short-haired girl scooted out of her chair as soon as her lectures were over, and she gathered all her things before scurrying out of the hall to make a beeline for the nearest futanari -only restroom.
Her excitement was palpable even before she entered the public bathroom. She bit her lip as the door shut behind her, already hearing a commotion coming from the first of the enclosed stalls—the sounds of moaning and furious wet slaps. Someone was relieving themselves in here. Someone just like her.
Lynn entered the last of the bathroom stalls and quickly hung her bag on the hook just beside her. She dropped her jeans first. Then she dropped her panties, freeing her enormous cock from its cloth confines with a shuddering breath. At last, she could touch herself. At last, she could blow her load. She’d been thinking about it for the past few hours; she was squirming in her seat during that lecture, but didn’t want to risk missing something important.
Finally, however, she was here. She’d waited long enough. She could indulge.
These days, most colleges, and indeed many establishments, had futanari-specific restrooms. Lynn was lucky in that her college spared no expense. Each futanari restroom had quite a few amenities for free use—amenities to blow off steam.
Biting her lip, Lynn stepped closer and adjusted the breeding mount right in front of her. This one could be raised up and down, and she dropped it by a few inches to better accommodate her stature.
Looks clean enough, she thought to herself—though frankly, she wouldn’t complain even if it hadn’t been serviced or replaced. The poor girl needed release more than anything else in this moment, and without further ado, Lynn shoved her thick, throbbing cock right into the breeding mount’s lubricated, waiting hole.
Lynn groaned. “Oh, fuck…”
She shuddered, and her knees wobbled. It was like suppressing a fire; the pleasure localized in her core spurred her to start thrusting, and that was exactly what Lynn did.
She held the breeding mount’s handles for leverage, already working up a fine and pleasing rhythm while she pumped her hips in and out, back and forth, over and over again. She watched her enormous cock vanish inside the warm, wet hole of the artificial vagina; the wall-mounted fleshlight that milked her rod with each lance forward.
“God, yeah,” Lynn groaned. “So fucking good…”
The rustling of clothing from the other stall was followed by a muffled word of agreement. The other futanari in here with her—the one across the room—seemed to be having just as good a time with her breeding mount. Someone else walked into the restroom, but Lynn paid them no mind. This stall was closed and locked; occupied! She wouldn’t stop for anyone.
Lynn picked up the pace as she squeezed the handles of her breeding mount. She thrust again and again; her enormous cock stretched out the mount’s hole to a considerable degree, and with its adjustment came an ease with which Lynn rocked her body back and forth.
She couldn’t stop the moans from spilling out of her mouth. Her knees buckled once more as she thrust back and forth, spearing the sex toy in front of her with reckless abandon. Like this, her senses went into overdrive. Touch was enhanced. Smell, too; the futanari bathroom always carried the smell of sex and sweat, no matter what time it was. Of course, that had to do with a futanari’s libido, and how much stronger it was than your average male’s.
Lynn bit her lip. She gripped the handles of her breeding mount even tighter, and she grunted like an animal while she rutted against the artificial vagina in front of her. The pleasure was rising higher and higher; she wouldn’t last much longer at this point.
So good, she thought. God, is there anything better than this…?
Her hefty balls slapped against the bottom of the breeding mount’s entrance, and the sensation was enough to bring Lynn to orgasm right then and there.
“Ngh, fuck—!”
She let out a lustful cry as she came, unloading a torrent of hot, thick cum deep inside the breeding mount. There was an enormous, translucent condom attached to the end of the apparatus, and it was a condom that started to fill from the sheer force and volume of Lynn’s futanari cum—always steaming, always packing so full.
“Fuck, fuck!” Lynn whimpered from the fervor that so tightly gripped her, and she slowed her thrusts as her enormous cock blasted rope after long, heavy rope of cum deep inside the public use sex toy. The attached condom was about halfway full before Lynn stopped at last, and she let out a deep sigh of relief once she was finally finished.
“Fuck yeah… I really needed this…”
It was a tremendous understatement to say that Lynn was satisfied. She couldn’t wipe the smile from her face, even as she tucked her spent cock back into her silky panties and brought up her jeans thereafter.
Despite being attached to the breeding mount for some time, the giant condom was only partially filled, so Lynn left it there for the next futanari to tie off and take care of. She grabbed her bag from its hook and exited the stall, then greeted the others, who were already washing their hands.
“Good afternoon, Lynn,” one of them said—an older woman.
“Hey, professor,” said Lynn.
“So that was you moaning in there?”
Lynn chuckled nervously. “I was a little pent up…”
“I suspected as much. I could see you squirming in your seat.” The older woman flashed a knowing smile. “That girl next to you… did she excite you?”
Lynn gulped, but said nothing. Even so, her silence spoke volumes.
Lynn’s professor said nothing, either. She winked, and after drying her hands, simply walked out of the restroom.
Ugh, that girl…
The next day, Lynn cycled through her news feed to find that something remarkable had happened: the government had done something good for once.
They called it The Breeding Program, and it had finally gone into effect. Lynn was aware of its implications, of course—being a futanari, she would have been lying if she said she wasn’t in favor of the new order.
Remarkably, as far as new bills and laws went, this one wasn’t particularly contentious. No matter one’s political leaning, there were enough futanari in government to ensure the law’s inevitable passing. All in all, this was a net positive for almost everyone.
“Our licenses came in the mail today!” Lynn’s mother was ecstatic as she flaunted their crisp new documents. “This is great news!”
She flipped the license over and read through the Breeding Program’s bullet points.
THE OWNER OF THIS LICENSE IS PROTECTED BY LAW // BREEDING PROGRAM LICENSEE
EFFECTIVE XX/XX/XX — THIS LICENSE ALLOWS YOU THE FOLLOWING PRIVILEGES:
1a) COPULATION FOR THE STRICT PURPOSE OF REPRODUCTION (REFERRED TO HENCEFORTH AS “BREEDING”)
1b) AUTHORIZATION FOR PREFERENCE, JUDGMENT, OPPORTUNITY, ALTERNATIVES (REFERRED TO HENCEFORTH AS “LICENSEE VOLITION” OR “LICENSEE CHOICE”)
2a) MONETARY COMPENSATION UPON SUCCESSFUL BREEDING FOR FUTANARI LICENSEE (REFERRED TO HENCEFORTH AS “BREEDER”) AND ANY CORRESPONDING RECIPROCAL (REFERRED TO HENCEFORTH AS “MATE”)
2b) ADDITIVE MONETARY COMPENSATION UPON SUCCESSIVE BREEDING — “NO LIMIT RECIPROCAL” CLAUSE {see attached documentation pg. 6 section 9}
2c) SUPPLEMENTARY DENTAL INSURANCE {see attached documentation pg. 7 section 1 for a list of approved entities}
“This is great news!” Lynn’s mother said.
“Yeah, definitely,” said Lynn. “Dental insurance is always something to celebrate.”
Lynn’s mother rolled her eyes. “You know that’s not what I’m talking about!”
“A breeding license, huh? Hard to believe I’m finally holding one.” Lynn smiled, and she visibly grew excited just thinking about what (or rather, who) to do first.
“There are some restrictions,” said her mother. “Even if we can choose who to breed, it looks like married women and pregnant women have a right to decline, and not be fined for it. Everyone else is fair game, though!”
“So,” said Lynn, “let me guess—you’re going out tonight?”
“Tonight? I’m going out right now!”
Lynn watched with amazement as her mother turned away and went to grab her purse. “Where are you going?”
“That bimbo behind the counter at the gym—I didn’t see a ring on her finger,” said her mother, bulge visible at the crotch of her tanned jeans. “I’m going to bend her over and fuck her lights out in front of everyone!”
Lynn smiled. “Better hurry then, before another futa gets there first.”
“Have a good day, Lynn! Make sure you make someone a mommy today!”
“I’ll try,” said Lynn, laughing and blushing. “See ya later, mom.”
Even during her volleyball game, Lynn’s focus remained on the breeding license.
The rest of the team knew she was a futanari, of course—the only one on the squad, in fact. She was the subject of occasional teasing because of that, and even a few contemplative stares. Lynn returned those looks she got each time; she wondered just who on her team would be the best choice for a first mate.
She thought about Aubrey, the newest member of the team. She wouldn’t mind introducing a member to Aubrey herself, having fantasized at least twice about wining, dining, then railing the sophomore in a bathroom somewhere.
Then she thought of Jane, the spunkiest and rowdiest of the team. Always out partying; she was the kind of girl who used a loopy straw whenever she drank—and she drank a lot, and made no secret of it. Lynn had caught her winking at her once before, and it inspired a wet dream that same night.
“Alley-oop!”
The squad captain, a girl named Haley, spiked the volleyball over the net and secured another point for the team. It was their win, and the cheering started almost immediately.
“Yes! We did it!” Jane cheered. “Let’s go!”
“Nice one, Hale!” said another. “We’re unbeatable!”
The word unbeatable made Lynn bite her lip. She thought of beating something alright—something that twitched and throbbed in her volleyball shorts. Once her mind got fired up like this, there was no way to get it back on track. Her thoughts wandered to Haley, the pony-tailed blonde who led the team to dozens of victories this year alone.
There was more to admire about the girl than her aptitude in volleyball, however. Lynn was attracted to her leader-like qualities; her can-do attitude, her vigor and athleticism that put most others to shame. She wore elbow and knee pads that accentuated the bulk of her arms and thighs, and Lynn couldn’t help but think her volleyball uniform was just a little too snug. She had a smaller bust than Lynn did, but Lynn wanted to fondle her all the same.
Even as the rest of the team surrounded and congratulated Haley on her game-winning spike, Haley was the one who looked over and saw that Lynn was staring. Lynn looked away suddenly, having just missed the sudden smile on Haley’s face. A secretive smirk.
Lynn excused herself quietly and made a beeline for the exit, turning to the team’s locker room before pushing the door open and sliding inside without a peep.
God damn it… I’m horny again…
She couldn’t help it. There was no hiding it, either. Her rock-hard cock tented her simple volleyball shorts. Anyone could see that she was beyond titillated; that she needed release.
The rest of the team typically didn’t mind sharing a locker room with a futanari like her. It may have been troublesome if Lynn was more lecherous and unseemly, but the team’s only futanari composed herself well enough despite the girls’ taunting and occasional flirting—and Lynn knew they only teased her because she couldn’t just bend them over and rail them senseless.
Then again…
Times have changed. The new law made certain things possible. She had a license to breed now. All she had to do was pull it out.
Pull it out…
She looked down at her erection and bit her lip. She grabbed a towel from her open locker and contemplated just whipping it out right here while the team was dilly-dallying. Stroking her massive dick with her hand never felt as good as the futanari restrooms’ breeding mounts, but there was no such fleshlight in the locker room. That would be too fortunate.
Suddenly, Lynn heard a noise. It was the sound of the door opening again. She went rigid and held her towel at the waist, biting her lip as she did her utmost to maintain her composure.
“I thought you’d be in the stall by now,” said a voice. Lynn knew that voice, of course. It was the voice of the girl she’d only just been fantasizing about. The voice of the girl she wanted to bounce on her lap to make her scream and moan. It was the voice of the volleyball team’s captain—Haley.
Lynn forced a smile. “You were outstanding, Haley. Good spike.”
Haley tossed a volleyball in her hands, smiling smugly at the team’s only futanari. Lynn could practically smell her. Sweat dripped from her brow and glistened against her pale skin, giving her tender neck and toned shoulders a particular gleam. Lynn wasn’t as damp as Haley was, but it was clear both girls needed to use the shower room.
“You can use the shower first,” said Lynn.
“Because the coach doesn’t like it when you use it with us?” asked Haley. “You know we don’t mind. We think it’s cute, you know. It’s not like you’re going to hump us ‘til you go cross-eyed.”
Don’t tempt me, thought Lynn.
Even so, the captain persisted. She kept her knowing smirk as she came close, then asked, “what’s the matter, Lynn? Having a hard time playing today, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh.” Lynn pretended to find something in her locker incredibly fascinating. Her resolve was crumbling. If she didn’t get out of this situation soon enough, she couldn’t be held responsible for all the cruel and nasty things she was going to do to Haley.
Yet again, however, Haley pushed Lynn’s buttons. “Have you got excited about your teammates again?”
“Oh, please.” Lynn could deny it all she wanted, but they both knew it was true. Something flashed in Haley’s eyes—something like doubt. Something malicious that was just begging to stoke a fire in Lynn.
“Come ooon. Who is it?” Haley’s grin turned wolfish. If she had a tail, no doubt it’d be wagging right now. “I promise to keep it a secret!”
Lynn clicked her tongue.
This girl’s going to get it…
“So?” asked Haley, expectant.
“Ugh…”
Alright, Haley… you asked for it.
Suddenly, Lynn threw the towel around her neck and turned to fully face the sprightly blonde. Her enormous erection reached outward like a flag, or even a firearm. One that was settled directly in front of Haley’s surprised face.
“Well,” said Lynn, “I can give you a pointer…”
She didn’t move. She simply allowed the words to hang in the space between them. Haley stared down at Lynn’s cock—the bulge that pointed right at her— and her mouth hung open in shock. Then her eyes flicked up to look at Lynn’s confident smile, before bouncing back down to Lynn’s jaw-dropping tent.
“Um,” said Haley. “Did you just say what I think you just said?”
“I sure did,” said Lynn.
“Are you saying I—?” Haley couldn’t even form the words.
“Uh-huh.”
“But I didn’t even—?”
“Yeah, you did.” Lynn scoffed. “The way you moved out there… and your huge ass shaking all over the place… ugh, you’re just…”
Haley gulped. “Well,” she said, visibly anxious, “you’d better, um, take care of it then… the stall’s just behind you, you know. I won’t tell the others what you just said.”
“Oh, Haley… it’s not the others I’m worried about right now.”
“What do you mean?” asked Haley. Suddenly, her eyes went wide as Lynn’s arm shot out, and the team’s only futanari grabbed the volleyball team captain’s wrist.
“You’re gonna help me take care of this,” said Lynn. “Come on—let’s go.”
“W-Wait a second! I’m not going to help you do anything like that!” Haley didn’t thrash or try to run. She wasn’t completely averse to the idea, but she was worried in spite of that. “You can’t just—we’re in a locker room!”
“So you’d let me fuck you if we were somewhere else?” asked Lynn, surprising even herself. She normally wasn’t this assertive, but the arousal was getting to her head. That, and she now had an excuse to have whomever she could.
“That’s not the point!” Haley was blushing beet red, shooting glances toward the door. “The others are going to come any minute!”
“I don’t care if they’re coming any minute,” said Lynn. “I’m coming right now.”
“But…!” Haley bit her lip, shuddering like leaves in the wind. Lynn found it immensely adorable, beyond anything else. She’d never seen their team captain look so worried before.
“But nothing,” said Lynn, turning up the assertion. “You have to let me fuck you, you know.”
“S-Says who?!”
That’s when Lynn fished the breeding license out of her bag and held it up for a very flustered blonde beauty to see. “Says the government, captain.”
“No way,” said Haley. “You actually have a—!”
Both girls stopped as soon as they heard footsteps. It was the rest of the team, talking and laughing and getting closer by the second.
Haley perked up with surprise, then looked back at Lynn. More specifically, she looked down at the bulge in Lynn’s volleyball shorts. “They’re coming,” said Haley. “Put that thing away!”
“Oh, don’t worry,” said Lynn. “I’ll stuff it somewhere.”
“What do you—?”
Still holding Haley by the wrist, Lynn turned around and led them both into one of the adjacent bathrooms. Then she shut the door, trapping them in the disquieting silence.
Only a few seconds later, both Lynn and Haley could hear the sound of the locker room door opening, and the rest of the team poured in. They were talking about what they’d done during the game to secure the win; they praised Haley as their team captain while also remarking on just how much Lynn had been ogling them during the game’s entire runtime.
“Lucky we managed to win with Lynn wanting to fuck us the whole game,” someone said.
“Where is Lynn, anyway?” Someone else asked. “And where’s the captain?”
“You don’t think they…?”
“The captain? No way! Isn’t she dating someone on the track team?”
Whether that was true was far beyond Lynn’s capacity to care. All she knew was that she wanted to get her dick wet, and had a fresh hole to fuck here and now—a hole who shuddered anxiously while keeping herself pressed against Lynn’s hot, sweaty body.
“What the heck are we doing?” Haley asked, keeping her voice in a whisper. “We’re going to get caught!”
“Not if you keep your mouth shut,” said Lynn.
Then, without further ado, she yanked down her volleyball shorts and freed her massive, throbbing meat. The shorts fell around Lynn’s ankles, and she turned herself to better grind against Haley’s tight, toned tummy.
The look on Haley’s face told Lynn everything she needed to hear. She’d never exposed herself to anyone—not quite like this—but Haley’s expression turned her on even more; made her cock twitch against the captain’s tummy. It made Lynn’s already colossal ego feel even bigger. She smirked. Of course her enormous cock would shock the team captain. No doubt she was bigger than all her past boyfriends, too; futanari were typically larger than men on average.
“G-Geez,” said Haley, breath catching in her throat. “It’s b-bigger when it’s out like that… uh… I d-don’t know about this, Lynn…”
“I’ve got my license, remember?” asked Lynn. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. And look on the bright side—we’re both getting paid for this. Wasn’t there a new bag you wanted?”
Haley cringed. “W-Wait, we only get paid if I get pregnant! Are you saying you want to—?”
Lynn groaned. Frankly, she was tired of having her cock out and not doing anything with it. She almost urged the team captain to keep her mouth shut, but instead, she urged her to use her mouth for something else instead.
Haley was put on her knees. It took little convincing; Haley seemed to want it just as badly, despite her growing anxiousness. Still, Haley’s growing anxiousness was nothing compared to Lynn’s full-grown cock—the cock that was now pressing up against her team captain’s lips.
“Suck it,” said Lynn. Ordered, really, though Haley was typically the one giving orders during formation. “Come on, Haley, I need it…”
“You need it, huh?” Haley gulped. Reflexively, she gave the cock in front of her a sweet little kiss, and Lynn silently shuddered. Her cock twitched against Haley’s lips, and Lynn could only wonder what the team captain was really thinking. No doubt she hadn’t woken up this morning knowing full well someone like Lynn would flash their new breeding license in her face.
“You’re a good first choice,” Lynn whispered.
“First choice?” asked Haley.
“I’ve never… done something like this… with someone before.”
Surprisingly, that got a warm smile from Haley. “So I’m your first choice, huh? You’ve never gotten your dick sucked bef—mmf!”
Enough talking. Enough talking. The time for sex was NOW. Lynn shoved her fat cock down Haley’s throat, unable to control herself any longer. That sweet little kiss had been enough to push her over the edge of control. Before long, she was thrusting her rod down Haley’s throat over and over again, hearing the team captain gag and moan as she was made to take an enormous futa cock down past her slick, slutty lips.
“Mmff!” Haley’s eyes were wide with surprise. “Mm—MFF!”
To her credit, Haley looked incredibly hot with a massive cock in her throat. It was a sight that Lynn had fantasized about time and again, and to see it up close like this for the first time—the real deal, that was—titillated her beyond anything else.
To Lynn, this already felt loads better than the breeding mounts in those futanari restrooms—and they had barely even gotten started.
Outside, the rest of the team continued their conversation. It was no longer centered on either Haley or Lynn. They were talking about guys they were dating. Guys they wanted to date. Guys they fantasized about. Lynn didn’t care one way or the other. Not when she was balls-deep in the team captain’s throat like this.
“Oh, my fucking god,” Lynn mouthed, eyes alight with pleasure. “This feels so fucking good, holy shit…”
Haley moaned around Lynn’s cock, drooling and staying kneeling on the ground before the team’s sole futanari. Her kneepads provided ample protection this time.
Before she realized it, Lynn’s hand was wrapped around Haley’s ponytail, using it as a handle while she fucked Haley’s hot, wet throat. The pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. She couldn’t wait to take things further between them.
Down her throat, thought Lynn. Bent over the sink… bent over the toilet… bouncing on my lap… while I’m fondling her tits…!
The bawdy thoughts burst through her brain like bullets. She wanted to do everything with Haley. Everything and anything. Haley, to her credit, seemed down for it. Her nervousness mostly faded away as she throated the futanari’s cock. Perhaps, if she really was dating someone, Lynn’s cock was leagues better. She wouldn’t doubt it.
“God, yeah… just like that,” said Lynn, coaxing Haley to continue. “Keep going, Haley… don’t stop sucking it…”
Haley nodded around Lynn’s cock. Her cobalt blue eyes looked up at Lynn while she bobbed her head up and down; she stared right into Lynn’s own azure eyes while feeling her cock pulse in her throat. All the while, Lynn kept a firm hold on Haley’s blonde ponytail, pumping her hips back and forth and watching as Haley gulped her meat rod halfway down her expert little mouth.
“C-Can you take more?” asked Lynn, shoving her cock further down Haley’s throat. That got Haley to shake her head and tap Lynn’s thigh—no dice.
“C-Come on.” Lynn urged. “You can do it…!”
Again, Haley shook her head. Her bright blue eyes flicked to the door as she pulled her mouth off Lynn’s dick. Then she whispered, “I don’t want to cough or gag, they’ll hear.”
Lynn rolled her eyes. She had to concede to that. Still, it was hard to care when her cock was pulsating in front of Haley’s flushed face like it was. She needed more. She had to have more.
“I’m getting so fucking wet,” Haley confessed. “I’ve never sucked a futa’s cock before… tastes kinda sweet…”
While the girls on the other side of the door continued with their talking and changing, the volleyball team captain continued to throat Lynn’s cock like it was all she could ever do. She stuck her hand into her volleyball shorts as she bobbed her head up and down, keeping her moans under control as she played with herself; as she felt Lynn’s cock pulse in her mouth.
“Fuck… God… I’m g-gonna cum,” Lynn warned. “I’m going to cum…!”
“Mmff—?” Haley was surprised, but she kept going. She continued to throat Lynn’s cock with zeal, never able to take the entire thing down her throat. Even so, she did her best, sucking and slurping enough of a fervor to spill drool down her chin and onto the floor beneath her.
Lynn’s body moved on autopilot. She thrust her hips in and out, back and forth, over and over again as she railed Haley’s pretty little mouth. Haley continued to suck like her life depended on it, meeting Lynn’s thrusts halfway but just barely getting all of it down her throat.
Lynn supposed it was nothing that more training couldn’t fix in the end. She panted while pumping her hips in and out haphazardly until she finally came and blasted a hot and gooey load of cum past Haley’s poorly prepared lips.
“Mmff! MMMMFFF!!”
Haley’s eyes went wide. She tried and failed to swallow it all, gulping a considerable amount of Lynn’s hot cum before it spilled out of her mouth and nose, blasting out of her face like a geyser had burst.
“Ohhh fuck, baby, don’t stop,” Lynn urged. “Don’t stop!” She tried her best to keep her voice down, though she couldn’t deny it was the most pleasurable sensation in the world to unload a torrent of sticky, steaming cum like this. Poor Haley tried so hard to keep it all down, but before Lynn had even finished using that throat of hers, she retched. The resulting mess was enormous: Haley coughed and burped up what remained inside her mouth and throat, and it spilled all over the front of her sweat-stained volleyball uniform, splashing against her shorts, pale thighs, and panties, too.
Lynn took a step back to marvel at the mess she’d made. Haley looked dizzy; cum-drunk. Her head swam with pleasure and intoxication as she stayed kneeling there, an absolute mess of sweat and spunk, having never felt like such a little slut in all her life.
There was, however, no sound beyond the door. Haley had coughed not a moment too soon—the locker room was empty once again; the rest of the team hadn’t heard her retching.
Haley coughed again. “F-Fucking hell, Lynn! That was—!”
“That was amazing,” said Lynn, moaning and rubbing her head from the pleasure and lust. Her cock remained rock hard, and she was raring to go for more. In the meantime, Lynn took a moment to admire Haley’s appearance again. The sight of all that hot, sticky, pearly white cum clinging to her red volleyball uniform made her cock twitch with arousal. She wanted more. She needed more.
“How are you still h-hard?” asked Haley. Her eyes were wide with disbelief. “You just came so much all over me!”
“Sounds like the others are gone,” said Lynn.
Haley coughed again. “D-Did you even hear me? I said, how are you still—!”
Lynn picked up her hefty, still-hard cock and dropped it on Haley’s head, slapping it against the volleyball captain’s cheek and getting more globs of cum stuck to her. There was cum and saliva dripping from Haley’s cheeks and chin, and there was more spunk stuck to her hair and forehead, too. They would definitely need a shower after this one.
“I’m not done with you,” said Lynn, smiling devilishly. “I saw you were touching yourself earlier… why don’t I do something to plug up that leak of yours?”
Haley winced, glancing down at the damp patch at her crotch. “I-I don’t think you’re going to fit inside me,” said Haley. “You’re way too big, and—!”
“C’mon, captain,” said Lynn. “I’ve got my breeding license, remember? And besides…”
She put her hand on Haley’s shoulder with a knowing grin.
“…I’ll make it fit.”
It didn’t take long before Lynn got her wish.
Now that the locker room was empty, she could fulfill one of her biggest fantasies—taking one of her teammates over the locker room bench. To think, however, that her own captain would be her first lay! She shuddered at the thought, even as Haley wiggled her ass from left to right, shooting the black-haired futanari a knowing, over-the-shoulder smirk.
“Are you a virgin?” she asked.
Lynn bit her lip before answering. “Yeah…”
Haley chuckled. “This’ll be interesting then… I’ve only ever slept with guys, but your cock is the biggest I’ve ever had to handle. I couldn’t even swallow all of it…”
Haley yelped as Lynn smacked her ass, groping and kneading her butt cheeks before guiding herself into her volleyball captain’s hot, wet snatch. Neither girl had taken their showers yet. They were sticky and damp from the game they’d just had; now Lynn was blowing off steam in the best way she knew how—by blasting a hot and thick load inside a warm, wet hole. She’d just never taken a hole like this before.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Lynn remarked. “And you smell so good… God, I’ve been thinking about this forever…!”
Haley bit her lip to suppress another giggle, and she blushed. “I c-can’t believe I’m going to get bred by a futanari… hah, I don’t know if I’m r-ready to have kids, but…”
“But the license makes it all okay,” Lynn shot back. “And you don’t want to get fined, right?”
Haley rolled her eyes before throwing her ass back, feeling Lynn’s cock head nestle itself into her hot, slick snatch. Lynn grunted immediately, having not expected Haley to take the lead between them like this. She held on tight, grasping Haley’s tight, toned ass while she slowly but surely pushed her cock deeper and deeper into the girl’s juicy cunt.
“Y-You don’t have to threaten me like that,” said Haley, in between groans. “I want your cock, Lynn… I want it so f-fucking bad…!”
“Well, you’re g-gonna get it,” said Lynn. She could feel her brain turning to mush as she thrust her hips forward slowly, sinking deeper into the captain’s hot, wet, clenching pussy and relishing the sensation of pleasure that echoed out from her core like this. With Haley bent over the bench like a good girl, and Haley’s palms planted on the sweat-damp seat beneath her shuddering body, Lynn had all the room and leverage to start railing her from behind.
So, that’s exactly what she did. Lynn pumped her hips in and out as she started fucking Haley in earnest, watching her tremendous cock vanish deep inside the captain’s dripping wet snatch. Haley threw her head back and moaned from the pleasure, cheeks beet red from being so flustered and aroused at what was happening to her.
“I’m b-being fucked,” she whimpered. “I’m being f-fucked by a futanari… and it f-feels so GOOD!”
Haley whimpered again as Lynn spanked her ass, cherishing how she was being treated right off the bat. She loved how assertive this kind of Lynn could be. None of her exes were ever this handsy with her, and there was something about Lynn that was so maddeningly attractive that she couldn’t wait to do more.
Fortunately, she wouldn’t have to wait very long.
“I’m cumming!” cried Lynn. “I’m cumming, Haley!”
“Already?!” Haley giggled with delight, throwing herself back against Lynn’s haphazard pumps. “Then again, you are a virgin, so…!”
“D-Don’t tease me…!” Lynn smacked Haley’s ass again, prompting the captain to squeal aloud once more. “F-Fuck! It’s coming out! I can’t hold it in!”
“Let it all out, Lynn! Cum inside me!”
Of course, Lynn didn’t have to be told twice. She gripped Haley’s ass as she came inside her clenching, milking snatch, blasting another hot and heavy load of cum deep inside the captain who had so graciously bent over for her. The sensation of being wrung dry like this—of unloading her too-full balls inside the spunky blonde beneath her—was unlike anything else. It felt ten times better than Haley’s throat, and it felt a hundred times better than that restroom breedings mount. She felt like she could cum forever.
Unfortunately, all good things came to an end. Lynn’s climax subsided, and she slipped into a wonderful afterglow as Haley giggled again and wiggled her ass from side to side, helping to coax the last of the futanari’s cum into her gooey, well-used pussy.
“F-Fuck, Lynn!” That was another surprised remark from Haley. “You came so much! Fuck, it’s sloshing around inside me…”
Lynn sighed with immense relief, sliding out of Haley’s pussy and slumping over the girl’s lower back. Haley cooed with pleasure, looking between her legs at the utter mess that was oozing out of her packed pussy.
“S-Such a mess,” Haley remarked. “I’m sweatier and sticker than I’ve ever been… we need to take a shower, Lynn.”
“Not yet,” Lynn whined. “I need… more… I need… to go again…!”
“Oh yeah? Don’t wanna take a break?”
“N-No… God, I NEED to be inside you again!”
“Gah!”
Haley gasped with surprise as Lynn lifted her leg and started railing her all over again, as though she didn’t just have a spine-tingling, toe-curling orgasm. Haley felt like a dog, being taken from behind like this and with her leg held up, hardly able to spare a glance as she drooled from the pleasure and the ecstasy that so tightly gripped her.
Lynn went right back to fucking Haley, shoving more of her immense cock past the captain’s pussy lips. She eventually managed to fit her entire cock inside Haley, whose groans and moans of pleasure increased in volume, filling the entire space of the locker room and echoing off the walls surrounding them. Fortunately, there was no one around to interrupt their fun—but Lynn felt that even if the rest of the team came back, there was no way she’d be able to stop her furious humping.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Haley!” cried Lynn. “My hips won’t stop moving! I’m going to f-fuck you every day from now on!”
Haley’s response came in the form of more whimpers and moans, nodding quickly as she felt herself invaded by Lynn’s massive dick over and over again. With her leg hefted up as it was, there was little she could do but stay bent over and take the futanari’s fat dick repeatedly, able to feel Lynn’s heavy balls smack against her bottom with every forward thrust.
“I might already be p-pregnant,” Haley managed to say. “You came so much inside me… n-no protection…!”
Indeed, it was highly likely that Haley was already bred. Futanari were far more virile than your average male; it made sense. She wanted to make sure, however. She didn’t want to stop just yet. It was impossible for her.
So instead, Lynn picked up the pace. She pumped her hips faster, her balls smacking against Haley’s end while she watched her immense dick vanish inside the captain’s pussy, as though the girl’s snatch was engulfing her; swallowing her right up. Lynn groaned at the sensation, one hand holding up Haley’s leg and the other groping her ass. All the while, she continued to pump, and pump, and pump…
Drool dripped down Haley’s chin as she was railed from behind like this. Just like Lynn, she felt as though her mind was melting from the pleasure. It didn’t take long before she reached a climax of her own, arching her back and babbling while she creamed around Lynn’s enormous dick, clenching and squeezing the futanari and prompting Lynn to grunt and groan louder while she forced her cock as deeply as it could go.
“Fuck, you’re so tight!” said Lynn. “I’m going to cum again, Haley! I’m going to cum so fucking hard!”
With ample warning given, Lynn reached yet another orgasm. She pulled Haley up against her hips and slammed forward deeply enough to give her a second hot, gooey vanilla filling.
The two of them cried out in unison as they came together, with Lynn’s balls tensing as she flooded Haley’s greedy insides. Haley slammed back against Lynn’s crotch as best she could, her entire body going rigid and shuddering while feeling herself get fuller and fuller.
“Fuck—ah!” Lynn gritted her teeth, and she felt herself go dizzy. “F-Feel like I’m gonna pass out at this rate…”
She released her grasp on Haley’s backside, letting the volleyball captain slump forward on the locker room bench as she panted, welcoming sweet lungfuls of air into her body. When Lynn slid her cock out of Haley’s sticky, well-used pussy, the flustered captain did all she could to keep most of Lynn’s mess inside, whimpering and moaning and palming her crotch, the blush never leaving her face all the while.
“S-So much,” Haley remarked. “I f-feel so full…”
“You look full, too,” said Lynn, noticing the slight bulge in Haley’s tummy from all the cum she’d had blasted up her snatch so far. Even so, Lynn had at least one more round in her. The futanari’s cock was still rock hard, even after all that fun, and Haley certainly noticed.
“H-How do you want me now, Lynn?”
God, now she was letting here choose again. Haley really was a perfect first mate. She couldn’t wait to take her over and over again. The prospect of breeding the volleyball captain—putting a baby in her and bringing new life to this world—it titillated and aroused Lynn to no end. The country’s population may have been dwindling, but maybe now things would be okay. Hell, maybe she would end up impregnating the rest of the volleyball team—that would certainly help the country back on track.
“I want you to ride me,” said Lynn, sitting on the bench and patting her own lap. “Come on, I want to make you bounce on me. It’s another one of my biggest fantasies…”
Haley had no qualms about that. It wasn’t long before she had her hands on either of the futanari’s shoulders, biting her lip as she wiggled atop the girl’s lap. She ground her soaking wet snatch against the massive dick beneath her, and in the very next moment, she sat down on Lynn’s thick cock and went cross-eyed from the pleasure.
And so it went…
The sounds of skin on skin; wet slapping and labored moaning; frantic breathing and creaking benches; the pair went at it for hours. By the time Lynn was finished with Haley, the volleyball captain had been well and truly bred—no two ways about it. She’d end up pregnant before long, and both mates would have their government funds to spend, knowing full well they’d done their part to help get the country’s population back up to its proper numbers.
In the end, Lynn slapped her weakened, rubbery cock against Haley’s gorgeous little lips, watching with fascination as hot spunk poured out of all the captain’s holes. Haley’s chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, but just like Lynn, she was happy.
Absentmindedly rubbing her belly—which was packed full of cum and made her look almost pregnant already—the volleyball team captain couldn’t wait to keep the fun going. Lynn had been the best partner she’d ever had—on and off the field.
“Shower time?” asked Lynn, grinning.
Haley nodded weakly. “Shower time. Just let me… ooh… just let me rest here for a minute…”
One week later, Lynn passed by the futanari restroom and smiled. She hadn’t needed it anymore. Neither the breeding stock, nor the stalls, nor the extra-large condoms that were so often packed into the vending machine inside.
Ever since hooking up with, and subsequently breeding the rest of the volleyball team, Lynn had been in high spirits. Her grades improved, and she felt much less stressed as of late. Naturally, having government approval to breed any girl you wanted had that effect on people.
“Lynn? Is that you?”
Lynn turned just in time to catch her professor walking down the hallway, prompting Lynn to smile in response.
“Hey professor,” said Lynn.
“Haven’t seen you in the restroom in a while,” said the professor. “You got your breeding license, didn’t you?”
“Ha. I sure did.”
“That’s great! I just got mine in the mail today.” The professor grinned, visibly excited. “Seems I won’t be needing the breeding mount anymore. Not when I have a whole college of choices to choose from!”
Lynn smirked at that. “Lots of sexy girls around. Who are you going to breed first?”
Lynn’s professor licked her lips. “My son is dating this girl I don’t approve of. She should come in soon. Then I’ll call her in for a private talk.”
Lynn chuckled. “That’s mean-spirited.”
“Says you. It’s your fault we don’t have a volleyball team anymore.”
“Hm. You got me there.”