“So I came up with a plan on the spot.” I glanced off-stage to where my young wife, Sharron, watched. I motioned to her. Her blue eyes blinked. She pulled her fingers out of her mouth—she was sucking my futa-cum off of them she was scooping out of her pussy—and strolled forward. Her strawberry-blonde asian hair bounced about her shoulders as she strutted onto stage while the cameras were streaming the interview. The previous times were during the commercial breaks. “So,” I said, “you all know my lovely bride.” A loud cheer erupted from the studio audience. Sharron beamed at them, waving, her left hand cupping the swell of her baby bump. She was pregnant with our third child, the only woman I'd bred more than once. The super ovulation only happened that first time with women. After that, birth control and natural cycles appeared to work normally with my futa-seed. “So, with her help, I'll show you what I did,” I said and pulled up my skirt, unveiling my girl-dick to the live broadcast for the first time. I shuddered as I grasped my cock, stroking it in my firm hand. I stared out at the shrieking audience, a big grin on my lips. September 20th, 2018 “Put that bitch in her place,” Dona hissed, my brunette friend angered to learn that our sexual antics in the green room, waiting to be interviewed by CNN, were secretly recorded and used as part of their show. When the “makeup girl” came japanese in, I thought it was only natural that she lost all control for my futa-cock. Every woman did the moment they came withing sight of my nineteen-year-old cock. They breathed in the pheromones I exuded which, though no doctor was sure, caused them to go into heat. They just had lingerie to be bred by me, ovulating despite any birth control or what time they were in their cycle. So Jordan, the “makeup girl,” lost control. She rode my dick hard, bouncing up and down my shaft. She was just so eager to be bred. She craved it, her hot pussy squeezing and massaging my dick. She wanted me to erupt dicksucking into her. She wanted to be flooded by my jizz. And I pumped her so full of my girl-spunk. Then the moment she came, she skedaddled. Didn't stick around to do my makeup or anything. I thought it was weird. My entourage—my ex-boyfriend Kurt, Chris and his girlfriend Tiffany, and my friend Dona—were all as bemused as me. I didn't give it too much mind, thinking that people reacted differently to losing control of their lusts. Though I never met a woman who regretted it. So imagine my shock when I noticed a TV in the corner of the green room that was muted but showing the CNN show I would be appearing on. I was told a man would interview Hardcore me, but a woman named Amelia McCreery was running the show instead interviewing Jordan. The “makeup girl” was really a producer who was supposed to not have sex with me, and if she did, to see if she would conceive. It was a setup. CNN wanted to show live sex. No doubt they wanted to capitalize on the fame surrounding me since I cheered at the Husky college football game five days ago. Didn't they care about FCC fines? That wasn't the deal he had in mind. Both weights now hung side by side, Lupe's labia stretched out to be fully four inches long from base to tip. After a sigh of relief she told me that would be great and that the only thing greater would be to start as soon as we were married. Hardcore She didn't hear him come home and jumped at the sound of his voice. I grunted into japanese her snatch and never stopped licking. "How could you be so careless here?" It was minutes before I finally opened my eyes, again. That's the part that feels best” I left all symblence of normal behind. I woke in the morning, a bit confused as to where I was. She squirmed asian into the wall, her breasts dicksucking jiggling, her open robe swaying about her lush, mature body. She failed to remember the curtains were already drawn in place, but my trick really worked. As Barb and Josh lay in bed together, after a steamy round of love making, Josh started to think about all the possibilities of this new lifestyle lingerie he was embarking on. "Oh boy, what did you make?"