1 Movie Night

by Stayrr

You Knew What.

209. WFF Futa's Wicked Campaign

The World's First Futa–Futa's Wicked Campaign Chapter One: Futa's First Nubile Intern

The World's First Futa

Futa's Naughty Jobs

Chapter One: Futa's First Nubile Intern

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Virgin, Breeding, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Ass to Mouth, Rimming, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Public Sex

Description: Becky, the world's first futa, begins her presidential campaign by enjoying her first intern!

Description: With a virgin's help, the world's first futa gives one hot speech!

Description: Becky, the world's first futa, debates her opponents on the eve of the U.S. Presidential elections!

April 17th, 2047

"I love it when you just demand my cock," I moaned to my pregnant, young wife. I was twice as old as her and so lucky to have found her. All those years aching for that relationship her parents had, the one I almost had before my transformation.

I never thought I would find it with Kurt's daughter.

"Mmm, I know," Sharron said as she grabbed my futa-dick had hiked up her own skirt, revealing her trimmed, strawberry-blonde bush matted with the last load of cum I fired in her. It must have been an hour ago or longer by know. I couldn't remember how many commercial breaks it was since I last fucked her. This interview was so long.

But it was so much fun talking to Adelia Tash, and the world, about my thirty years being the world's first futa. All the women I bred. All the wild things I'd done. And now we were moving into the second most important thing in my life: becoming President of the United States.

The first most important thing guided my futa-cock to her pussy. Her blue eyes filled mine as she sank down on my dick. I groaned as Sharron's pregnant pussy engulfed my shaft. Her pussy clenched down on it while her swollen belly rubbed against mine.

The studio audience roared with excitement. They cheered and clapped as my wife made love to me, her strawberry-blonde hair dancing about her flushed face. Her blue eyes danced with such joy as she rode me on the interview couch.

Adelia shifted behind me. The caramel-skinned host wanted to ride my futa-cock, but my wife insisted. Sharron knew it would turn me on so much if she was forceful.

I grasped her ass, loving the feel of her muscles flexing in her rump. She worked her bred pussy up and down my snatch. As far as I knew, she was the only woman I had bred more than once. Already we had two daughters with a third on the way.

Daughters I would raise and love.

I grinned at her as she pressed her forehead against mine. Her eyes became my universe. Everything faded—the audiences cheer, Adelia's moans as she fingered herself beside us, the watching crew—but my wife. I loved her so much. I kissed her as my girl-dick throbbed in her silky grip.

Her snatch clenched about me, squeezing my shaft as she slid back up me. She rode me with such passion, her hips wiggling, stirring me around. It was a frantic rut made all the hotter by her insistence. She wanted my girl-cock.

That was hot.

My lips worked against hers. I kissed her with such a passion. Our tongues dueled. They caressed each other, loved each other, our bodies melded into one. My fingers dug into her rump as my pussy grew hotter and hotter. My cunt drank in all the friction of her silky snatch.

It was incredible.

My toes curled.

My ovaries grew hotter and harder. My cum boiled in them.

I would fire so much into her pregnant pussy. I knew she wanted it. She slammed down my girth and then that wondrous moment happened. My wife's snatch spasmed about my girl-dick. Her flesh rippled about me. I squealed into her mouth.

So fast. Hearing me talk about making a porno and the realty show and my weird time on a perverted, Japanese game show swept through her. It made her squeal and groan into my mouth. It made her pussy convulse so hard about my girl-dick. She was just hungry for my cum.

Starving for it.

I groaned as my cum erupted into her. I shuddered on the bed as my spunk fired into her. Blast after blast of my jizz flooded into her cunt. It splashed through her pussy, swirling around inside of her while the pleasure burned through my thoughts.

She kissed me so hard, groaning as her pussy milked my girl-cum out of my ovaries. It spurted again and again out my shaft. I squeezed my eyes shut, stars bursting across my universe. I held my wife to me, our clothing rustling as we savored each other.

My pleasure peaked.

My wife broke our kiss. While I buzzed in euphoria, she nuzzled her nose against mine and whispered, "I love you so much, Becky."

"Thank you for that," I groaned. "What a delicious thing to hear. You're my universe, Sharron. My everything."

She smiled at me and leaned into kiss me.

"Twenty seconds," the male producer said.

I groaned as Sharron aborted her kiss. "Looks like our fun's over."

"Uh-huh," Adelia panted. "Oh, wow, I came with you. That was intense, Sharron. You rode your futa-wife so fast."

"Yeah, you did," I said then groaned as she slid off of my dick.

"SHARRON! SHARRON! SHARRON!" cheered the studio audience. They were behind the lights and cameras, and the mesh barrier to keep any women who I hadn't bred from mobbing me.

Sharron grinned at them. She was a politician's wife, so she knew how to carry herself before a cheering crowd. She had such a poise and grace about her. She strode away, beaming, my cum trickling down her thighs.

"Five seconds," the producer said.

I shuddered, shoving down my skirt again to cover my futa-dick. I set up straight as the producer counted us down. Then we were live, streaming across the internet to the world. I crossed my legs, sitting up straight, so aware that everyone would know what I was doing on the commercial break.

Futa-politicians were the only ones who could revel in a sex scandal.

"So, you just found out your were nominated for president and marched off the porno set," Adelia said, the mixed-race beauty giving me a dazzling smile. "What was going through your head?"

"That I didn't want to mess this up," I said. "I knew I would win. I wanted to be a world leader that people respected. I didn't want to ruin this opportunity." I shuddered as I remembered the day I showed in Washington D.C. to begin my campaign for president.

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August 15th, 2036

Two days after walking out of the porno set, which had my manager leaving me prissy voice mails about breech of contracts and penalties I'd have to pay, I was stepping off the plane in Washington D.C.'s Dulles International Airport. I had never been to the capital. I wasn't sure why. My hitchhiking years had taken me around the world, but I avoided this place.

It was the mire of politics. The grimy place where the real world clashed with the ideal world. It was the place I had avoided, throwing myself into my hedonism to hide that hole in my heart. That emptiness breaking up with Kurt left me all those years ago. I searched and searched for something to do with my life.

Now I had found it. Something meaningful.

My brain ached from all the reading I had done. Not from those first early weeks of college, before I became a futanari, had I studied so much. I gave myself a crash course in world events and current politics. I was sorting it out, trying to separate the spin from the BS. I went with my guts. There were things the Republicans said that I agreed with and things the Democrats said I liked.

I would marry the two. Make something… Centrist. Populist. I just wanted to make a world where everyone had the opportunity to be happy. And not just here in the United States. This far into the twenty-first century, and there were still parts of the world suffering. Africa was a mess, the Middle East and Central Asia embroiled in conflict, parts of Latin America suffering heavily. I wanted to change all that. The world needed to unite.

Futanari were the key. I had daughters everywhere in the world. I didn't even know how many children I had, but they were coming of age. They were the destiny of humans. Through my progeny, mankind would be reborn.

The futanari needed a world worthy of them.

I cleared the secure part of the airport and descended the escalator. It was early afternoon in the capital. I was tired and sore from my flight, and also satiated. I was used to flying—after traveling to Japan, I got over that fear of causing an orgy and just embraced the wild fun—and started a good dozen daughters from LA to D.C.

I reached the baggage claim where more than a few chauffeurs with tablets that had peoples names on them waited. They were all men in suits looking professional and anonymous, all cut from the same mold. Though their hair and skin were different colors, they all had similar build and looks.

One held a tablet with my name: Becky Woodard.

I approached it, my carry on bag slung over my shoulder. "Hi."

"Let me take that, Miss Woodard," he said. I handed it over and he hefted it with ease. "This way."

I nodded my head. I was used to this sort of service. I wasn't even shocked to find the nubile, naked girl in the back of the limo when he opened the door. She couldn't be much older than eighteen, her breasts small mounds, her blue eyes twinkling with excitement. Black hair contrasted with the scarlet blushing across her cheeks as she saw me.

"H-hi, Becky," she said. "I'm an intern from your campaign. Um, my name's Jen."

"Jen…" I said, savoring her name, the fatigue from my flight melting away at her squirming beauty. She had that innocent quality about her. A virgin. I loved virgins. "What a pretty name. And how did you get involved in my campaign?"

"Oh, well, your daughter, Lola, hired me," Jen said. "She's… my girlfriend."

I arched an eye at that as I slipped my arm around the nubile girl. Lola was the first daughter I'd ever conceived. I had her with Janice, the first woman to ever enjoy my futa-cock. "You're dating?"

"We're high school sweethearts," she said. "But I'm a virgin. I… I wanted to save that for you."

"And my daughter's okay with that?" I asked. My daughters didn't have the same effect on women that I did. They were more like men, though from what I understood in the last two months as the first of them turned eighteen, that women sought them out, wanting the thrill of a futanari even if they couldn't have have me.

"Yes, she is," Jen said. "I give her handjobs and blowjobs. And we've done anal. Of course."

"Of course," I said, my girl-dick swelling in my panties I wore beneath my skirt. With so many of my futanari-daughters in the world, companies were finally producing sexy panties that had room for big dicks in them. No more boy shorts or going commando for me. I could even wear a frilly thong. "Anal is such a treat. I'm glad you're treating Lola right." My eyes gazed down at her breasts as they rose and fell. The limo pulled away from the sidewalk. "So it's true, my daughters are running the campaign?"

"Lola and Rebecca spearheaded this movement since they started high school. They got all their friends involved, even me." Jen smiled. "Your other daughters they know also joined it. We've been focusing our lives on this. We all want you to be president."

I blinked my eyes. I couldn't believe my daughters were more together than I was. But then they didn't drive women wild and had an aching need to breed every pussy they came across. Jen was already squirming, her thighs glistening with her juices. I smelled her spicy musk rising in the air, filling up the back of the limo.

That feminine lust craving my futa-seed.

"We're going to work so hard to make you president," she said her hand sliding up my thigh to the hem of my purple skirt. "I'll be so dedicated to it. We have so many ideas on how to keep you from being distracted. Lola and Rebecca talked to their Uncle Kurt a lot."

I shuddered. Technically, Kurt was only Lola's uncle. Rebecca was his half-sister. I knocked up his mother that same night I bred Janice, his step-sister. I shuddered though, remembering all the things Kurt did to keep me from fucking his bride-to-be before the wedding night. Boy, how long ago was that?

It was hard to think as Jen's hand reached my panties. I spread my thighs, letting the virgin rub her fingers up and down my gusset, pressing my satin panties into my pussy lips. My toes curled in my shoes. I whimpered in delight, my nipples poking at my blouse. Her face nuzzled down and licked at my nub through my silk blouse. I wasn't wearing a bra—I lost it on the plane—and shuddered as she loved my nipple through my garment.

Any more questions I had could wait. She felt so incredible. I squirmed. Her fingers pressing my panties into my folds, my futa-dick throbbing and witching. My hand slid down her back to her ass. I wormed between the seat to get my fingers into her butt-crack and found her sphincter.

My daughter had fucked this asshole.

That sent such a naughty thrill racing down my spine to my pussy and the tips of my toes.

I whimpered as I fingered her asshole, circling her puckered sphincter. She rubbed harder at my panties, pressing them into my folds. My snatch clenched, the pleasure racing up to the tip of my futa-dick.

Jen suddenly pushed aside my panties. My futa-cock twisted, caught in the fabric. I gasped as her hand fished me out with skill, bulging my skirt. She stopped sucking on my nipple, leaving a big, wet spot centered on my blouse over the nub, and stared down at me. I thrust my finger into her asshole as she pulled my futa-dick out from beneath my skirt.

"You're a little bigger than Lola," she said, stroking up and down my girl-dick. "Ooh, I have dreamed about this day for so many years. Lola always promised that you would take my virginity and breed me. I want that so badly."

"Lola is an understanding futanari," I groaned.

"Why wouldn't she be?" Jen asked. "The guys at my school are all the same way. Anal is so big because so many girls want to be virgins for you. They're boyfriends all hope to watch it. Of course, sometimes they get carried away and hymens get broken."

"Wow, that's so different from when I was your age," I said then groaned as she leaned over, her asshole clenching down on my probing finger.

"I bet," she said. "That was so long ago."

"You're making me feel old," I panted. "I'm only thirty-seven."

She giggled. "That's twice as hold as me."

Her mouth engulfed my girl-dick. I shuddered as she sucked, her hand fisting the base of my shaft as she bobbed her head. She was good at that. She must have had lot of practice on my daughter's futa-cock. I groaned at the feel of her mouth working up and down my shaft. Her cheeks hollowed as she slurped and sucked.

I fingered her asshole, my pussy clenching. There was something so exciting, so kinky, at enjoying a girl whom my daughter had fucked first. Lola had used both the holes I was enjoying. My daughter had cum in this mouth and penetrated this asshole.

"Oh, Jen, yes," I panted, pumping my finger in and out of the virgin's asshole, loving the velvety grip of her bowels. "Just love my girl-dick. I'm going to breed you today."

She squealed about my futa-dick, her girlish passion squealed about my futa-cock. It was such an incredible treat. I groaned and shuddered. I shifted on the limo seat, my breasts rising and falling in my silk blouse, my nipples rubbing against the fabric. Tingles of stimulation shot down to my juicy cunt and to the tip of my hard cock buried in her hungry mouth.

She moaned as I worked my finger in and out of her asshole, wiggling it around, teasing her. She sucked with such passion. Her moans hummed around it. I groaned, loving every moment of it. It was such a wondrous delight to enjoy.

"Damn, Jen, yes," I groaned. "Ooh, you keep doing that, and I'm going to cum."

She sucked harder.

"Such an enthusiastic intern," I groaned. "Mmm, yes, yes. And everyone's going to know that I fuck my interns. I won't hide it. Everyone will be so envious of you. They'll… Oh, Jen, yes!"

She rubbed my pussy with her free hand. Her fingers slid through my blonde curls to stroke up and down my pussy lips. My toes curled. I shuddered and squirmed on the limo seat as she bobbed her mouth and sucked on my girl-dick. It was such a wondrous treat. My eyes fluttered as the pleasure built and built in me.

Then her fingers jammed into my snatch. Three of them.

"I'm going to spill so much spunk in your mouth!" I moaned as jammed her digits in and out of my cunt. She pumped them fast, the stimulation shooting straight to the tip of my cock. "Yes, yes, yes, you're just such a wondrous tease, Jen." My eyes squeezed shut as she sucked with such hunger. "Fuck!"

I jammed my finger deep into her rectum, savoring the velvety grip.

My pussy spasmed about her trio of probing digits.

My futa-cum fired into her hungry mouth.

Stars washed across my vision with each powerful blast of jizz firing into her mouth. My cum filled her mouth. She whimpered, clamping her asshole around my finger. She gulped down my spunk, her fingers wiggling in my convulsing snatch.

Wave after wave of rapture washed out of my pussy as my orgasm peaked in me. I groaned, trembling on the seat. My eyes fluttered. My breasts heaved in my blouse. It was such an incredible delight.

"Oh, Jen, yes, such a good intern," I panted as my orgasms died to a trembling tingle rushing through my veins.

Her mouth popped off my girl-dick, pearly coating her chin. Her glassy, blue eyes met mine. "Are you going to breed me now?"

"I'm going to make you cum hard with my mouth," I told her, hungering to taste her. "Then I'm going to pop your cherry and breed you."

"Yes!" she groaned. "You're amazing, Becky! You're going to be president, and I'm going to have your daughter!"

She kissed me on the mouth, her movement ripping my finger out of her asshole. I tasted my cum on her lips. My tongue dueled with hers as I rolled her off my back so she sat her naked rump on the limo bench. Then I slipped to the floor, breaking our kiss, to feast on her.

She gasped as I yanked her ass right to the edge of the seat, her small tits jiggling. She shivered, her trimmed, black bush right at the perfect level for me to feast on. To just bury my face into and lick and nuzzle and devour.

I would make her cum so hard.

But not by licking her pussy, even though her virgin flesh appeared so yummy as it peeked through her black bush. I went for her other hole. The one my daughter had enjoyed.

"Becky!" she gasped as my face nuzzled between butt-cheeks. I could just reach her asshole. My tongue flicked across it. She gasped, her body shuddering as I tasted her sour musk. "Oh, no, you don't want my snatch."

"Oh, I do," I moaned, my nose nuzzling in the bottom of her pussy, her spicy musk filling my nostrils with every inhalation. Her silky pubic hair caressed me. "I just want to give you a real treat."

She gasped as I rimmed her asshole. My tongue danced around it. She whimpered and groaned, shuddering as I savored her sour flavor. I fluttered my tongue against it. I teased her, made her groan and shiver. Her thighs tightened about my head.

I reached around to rub at her clit at the apex of her pussy. I slid through her downy pubic hair, her black curls engulfing my fingers, and rubbed her nub. She gasped and groaned, her body shaking as I massaged and teased her, rubbing her clit in slow circles.

"Oh, Becky, that's so good!" she groaned. "Oh, I like that. Mmm, please, please, don't stop doing that!"

"Good," I told her. "Just let yourself go. Enjoy this!"

"Uh-huh," she moaned as my tongue pressed against her asshole, eager to penetrate her and show her such wicked delights.

I devoured her asshole. This was so naughty. My daughter Lola had slid her girl-dick into this hole. It made my own futa-dick throb despite just cumming down Jen's throat.. My tongue wiggled against her asshole as I massaged her clit with my fingers.

She made such a naughty, squeaking sound as I penetrated into her bowels. My tongue swirled around against her velvety walls. I kept rubbing her bud as I swirled my tongue through her, making her groan and gasp.

"Becky! Oh, wow, Becky, that's so amazing," she groaned. "Yes, yes, yes! I love it!"

"Good," I groaned between probing licks of my tongue. "Don't hold back. I want your pussy juices bathing my face."

"Yes!" she groaned. "Then you'll breed me!"

"Then I'll breed you," I said. "And then you and Lola can have as much sex as you want without worrying."

"I want that so much! I love your daughter, Becky!"

I shuddered; this was so surreal. I plunged my tongue back into the barely legal girl's asshole. I swirled it around inside of her, stimulating her. Making her gasp and moan. Her small breasts jiggled. Her lips pursed together. Her tongue flew across them. Her eyes were so wide. She shuddered, her thighs squeezing about my face.

I plundered my tongue as deep into her bowels as I could. My fingers flew on her clit. She clenched about my exploring tongue. Her sour musk filled my mouth. I loved the way her velvety anal sheath squeezed about my oral organ. Her juices grew hotter and hotter, her spicy musk filled my nose.

"Becky!" she groaned, her voice so throaty. "Oh, oh, yes, Becky!"

My fingers flew on her clit, strumming it like a guitar string. Her body bucked. She squeaked in such rapture, filling the back of the limousine with her excitement. Then her spicy juices squirted out of her pussy, drenching my face.

"Yes, yes, yes, Becky!" she howled. "Now breed me! I'm cumming!"

I groaned, my tongue loving the way her bowels rippled. I savored her musk mixing with the spice of her pussy juices soaking over my mouth. I flicked my tongue out of her asshole, dashed it across her taint, and fluttered it over her hymen.

A true virgin.

She gasped and moaned. Her face twisted, flushed bright crimson by her orgasm. I lapped up her spicy cream, my futa-dick so eager to bury into her and breed her. She needed this as badly as I needed to be in her.

I rose up onto my knees, my round breasts heaving in my blouse. My skirt shifted around my waist, my cock thrusting out before me. Pussy juices dribbled down my thighs. My cunt grew hotter and hotter as I stared at her juicy cunt.

I licked my lips, tasting her sour musk and spicy juices.

That sour musk…

I had to do it. I knew she wanted to breed me, but my daughter Lola had fucked her asshole, and I wanted to experience that treat myself. With precum dripping from the tip of my dick, more than enough to lube the way, I brought my shaft to the girl's asshole.

"Wait, Becky, that's the wrong… HOLE!"

She cried out in rapturous joy at the top of her lungs as I rammed into her asshole. Her sphincter surrendered without any resistance. Her anal ring swallowed the tip of my girl-cock. Then I had the joy of sliding into her velvety bowels. I penetrated into her, shuddering as I went deeper and deeper into her asshole. I whimpered, my eyes rolling back in my head as her bowels clenched down around me.

It was such an incredible delight. It had me groaning and gasping. My head swayed from side to side. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned, beset by such dizzy delight. My head swayed as I sank to the hilt in her.

"Oh, Becky, you're bigger than Lola," she whimpered, her bowels clenching about my dick. "Your bigger than your daughter, but… but… I want to be bred."

"I'll breed you," I panted. "I just need to enjoy this hole first. Please, please, let me enjoy it, Jen. We'll both feel so good."

"Okay," she groaned. Then she shuddered and threw her arms around my neck. She pulled me down. "I'm going to marry, Lola. You're going to be my mother-in-law and the mother of our first daughter."

"Wow, you are intense," I groaned as I drew back my cock through her bowels, her thighs wrapping about my waist.

"She's special," Jen said. "Lola."

"Yes, she is if she can inspire such passion in you," I told my future daughter-in-law before I kissed her on the mouth.

Our tongues met in a naughty kiss. Her danced around mine as I thrust over and over into the velvety heaven of her bowels. It was so incredible to enjoy the hole my daughter had broken in. It sent such a wicked thrill through me.

I felt like such a wicked mommy. My pussy clenched every time I buried into Jen. The velvety heat flowed down my futa-cock to my pussy. It spilled through me, made me tremble and groan. My tongue dueled with hers as I kept thrusting forward. I loved this.

"Becky," she moaned, breaking our kiss, our nipples rubbing together. She shuddered beneath me, her thighs flexing as she matched the rhythm of my thrust. "Ooh, you feel so good in me. But wouldn't your cock feel even better in my pussy?"

I grinned at her. "Someone wants to get bred badly."

"So badly," she moaned, her thighs clutching at me as I reamed into her velvety depths. "Please, please, thrust into my pussy."

"But my dick's all dirty now," I groaned.

"I'll suck you clean!" she moaned. "I do that for Lola all the time!"

My futa-dick throbbed in her asshole. I almost unloaded in her. "You are such a wicked thing. I love it!"

"We're all just inspired by you, Becky," she said. "We grew up hearing about all the things you did. We couldn't wait to be adults so we could do them, too. And now we are."

I shuddered, so glad I was shaping impressionable minds.

Her limbs relaxed. I ripped my girl-cock out of her asshole. With pussy juices dripping down my thighs, I stood up in the back of the limo, my head bowed over because of the ceiling. I grabbed her black hair and yanked her head forward. Her mouth opened wide.

She engulfed my dirty clit-dick.

"Yes, yes, yes, clean your sour musk off my futa-cock so I can breed you," I moaned, my feet shifting as the limo turned. "Mmm, that's it. Put that slutty mouth to work."

She sucked so hard. It was incredible. My pussy clenched as she bobbed her head. My ovaries twinged, growing harder and harder. Her head twisted, her tongue swirling about my dick. She let out such wanton, naughty sounds, her blue eyes staring up at me.

"Yes, you're just a slut for futa-cock, aren't you?" I groaned. "For futa-cum. You'll do anything to be bred by me."

She moaned about my dick.

I shuddered, my pussy clenched every time she sucked. She buffed my cock clean with her sealed-tight lips and dancing tongue. The pleasure spilled through me, driving me towards my explosive orgasm. I couldn't wait to erupt. To just flood her mouth with so much jizz I drowned her.

I was getting closer and closer to cumming. First being buried in her asshole, and now having her suck my dick clean was sending me towards my explosion. My tits jiggled in my blouse, the silk caressing my sensitive nipples, adding another sensations driving me wild.

"Oh, Jen, that's it. I'm going to—"

Her mouth popped off my dick right before I exploded. "All clean! Now breed me, Becky!"

I couldn't deny this cute, nubile thing any longer. Her blue eyes were so feverish for my futa-cum. I just had to be in her. Fucking her. I fell to my knees between her thighs. She shifted on the bench. I laid her out across the seat as I mounted her, my clothing rustling.

Her hands grabbed my wet dick and led me to her virgin passion. She pressed me through her black bush to her juicy folds. I felt her hymen. I groaned as her purity pressed against my girl-dick. I just had to thrust, and I would deflower her.

"Please, please, breed me!" she moaned. "That would make me and your daughter so happy!"

"Yes!" I groaned and thrust.

My clit-dick ripped through her cherry. I groaned as I sank into her virgin, untouched depths. My back arched. I wanted to enjoy this. To take my time making love to this sweet thing, but I was on the edge of exploding from her sucking my cock clean of your sour ass.

My futa-cum burst out of me the moment I bottomed out in her. The friction of her tight, pure pussy sent me off. I groaned as the pleasure shot through me. Intense rapture burned as it smothered my mind. My pussy convulsed, juices gushing out of me.

"Is that your cum spilling in me, Becky?" moaned the virgin. "Are you breeding me?"

"Yes!" I moaned. "I am."

Saying those words triggered her pleasure. She gasped and squeaked. Her deflowered cunt writhed about me. Her flesh rippled and massaged my spurting cock. Her cunt was hungry for every drop of my futa-seed.

Her face twisted with pleasure. She shuddered and convulsed on the seat. Her passion burst around me, draining me dry. My own mind melted with the pleasure. Stars burst before my eyes as I bred my future daughter-in-law.

I hoped what Jen believed was true. That she and Lola would get married. That they would love each other the way that I thought Kurt and I always would. Before life changed everything for us. Maybe I would never find anyone to love, but if even one of my daughters could…

"Make Lola happy," I groaned as I spurted the last blast of my cum into her.

"I will!" she groaned. "I promise, Becky. I love her."

I saw the truth in her eyes. "I know you do."

I kissed her as we came down from our orgasmic high, the limo making another turn. I let my tongue play in her, my dick still hard. I could keep pumping away in her, make us both cum again, let her pussy properly enjoy my futa-dick.

"Miss Woodward, we're almost there," the limo driver said. "You and your guest should get ready."

I shuddered and groaned, breaking the kiss. She giggled and said, "There's some wet wipes in the panel over there."

I found the compartment hidden behind black paneling. Inside I found some healthy snacks, all sealed and no doubt costing a large surcharge to open, and a round container of wet napkins. I ripped out a few then wiped clean my face and cock before pulling on my panties and straightening my skirt. Jen just… luxuriated in her orgasm. She didn't clean herself up at all, just ran a finger through her messy bush.

A minute later, the limo pulled up to my campaign headquarters. I swallowed as I stared out the tinted windows. This was really happening. I was really running for president of the United States. I must be crazy but…

Jen was proof that I was already changing the world.

Long banners—of course they were striped red, white and blue—draped down the front of the building from the roof with my name emblazoned on them. Another had my smiling face on it, my blonde hair falling about my still-youthful features. The driver opened the door. I shivered as I slipped out, Jen following me naked and unconcerned.

Well, she had grown up in the post-nudity reality that I brought about. Girls her age didn't think twice about walking around topless or even naked. Nor did they mind if people saw them having sex with boyfriends, girlfriends, or futa-girlfriends. I had made sex something that people didn't have to be ashamed about enjoying.

I was already making a change.

Jen opened the door for me and I stepped inside to find a group of my young daughters waiting for me. I knew them all, vaguely. They came from those women who were closest to me when I first became a futanari. They all had aspects of my looks in the shape of their noses or their cheekbones, but they were mixed with the features of their mothers. You could tell they were all related, but you couldn't say for sure they were all sisters.

"Mom, we are so glad you are here," Lola, Janice's daughter, said. She swept forward, her sandy-blonde hair bouncing about her face. "We're so glad you can be here. I have a speech written up for you to deliver tonight at our first fundraiser."

"You're my script writer?" I asked.

"She's good," Jen said, breaking away to embrace her girlfriend and give her a kiss. It was quite passionate. I shifted, feeling uncomfortable. This was my own daughter making out with the virgin I just deflowered.

"They've been looking forward to this moment for weeks," Rebecca said. She was my daughter with Janice's step-mother, Mrs. Albertson. The first MILF I ever enjoyed. Rebecca had her mother's red hair and bountiful figure, but also Kurt's blue eyes. Not surprising since they were half-siblings. "It's good to see you, Mom."

"Good to see you," I said, hugging her warmly. "Hows your mother?"

"Enjoying retirement with Dad," she said. That would be her step-father, Mr. Albertson. He never minded sharing his wife with me. "So I'm your campaign manager, Mom."

"In other words, you're the boss?" I asked. I flicked my eyes around the office they had set up. "Well, you're doing a bang up job."

She blushed and squirmed. "Thanks, Mom. I… I really, really want this to work. Me and Lola have…" She trailed off. "Are you two going to have sex?"

I glanced at Lola leading off Jen towards an office. "Yes, sorry! You know how it is. Just… Sorry, Mom."

"No, no, have fun," I said, shaking my head as Lola and her girlfriend vanished into the office.

"She got your lust worse than some of us," Rebecca muttered.

"Yeah, she's nearly as bad as me," said Danielle, my daughter with my good friend Dona. The girl sauntered up to me full of her mother's naughty exuberance. She was almost a spitting image of me at eighteen, complete with blonde hair, save she had her mother's large nose. "Hey, Mom. I'm your intern manager."

"Intern manager?"

"I get you pussy to keep you focused," she said. "I'm trying for virgins, but… It's hard not deflowering them myself."

"There's always anal," I said. I wanted to call Dona and tell her that her daughter was my pimp. I knew my friend would laugh about that.

"I do love anal," Danielle said. "I've had a poke at Gina's asshole."

"Who's Gina?" I asked.

She winked at me.

"I'm your analyst, Mom," a brunette girl with such a familiar face, said.

"Christina!" I said, smiling at the sight of my daughter with Tiffany. Christina was named after her step-father, the nerdy Chris who absolutely loved futanari, especially when they cuckolded him. He and Tiffany were happily married with three kids of their own. "Wow, you take after your dad, don't you?"

She blushed, the girl dressed a little plainer than the others, a pair of glasses on her face. "Dad's a great guy."

"He is," I said. "So you're my analyst? What's that?"

"To help craft your speeches and policy to really resonate with the voters." she said. "You want to talk about unity. That's a big one."

I nodded my head.

"I bet you're thirsty, Mom," Bethany, my golden-haired daughter with Melany Atkins, said. I didn't know Bethany that well. I didn't know her mother as anything more than a woman I fucked that night I stumbled home confused from Kurt's house after my transformation. She held a sports drink in her hand. "You need to keep up on your fluid intake and electrolytes. We can't have you passing out on us. There's so much fluid lost when one of us futas cum, Mom."

I smiled as I took the drink. "Thanks… honey."

She beamed at my motherly address. I was starting to like this, being around my daughters. I wished I'd done this more often. I took a deep drink then asked her, "So, what do you do here, Bethany?"

"Morale officer. When things get tough, I will keep us all going. I have ideas." She said. "I'm coordinating with Danielle for some things."

"So, pussy," I said.

"Who doesn't like pussy, Mom?" Bethany asked. "Every girl I went to school with was curious about what I had beneath my skirt. I got a lot of it."

I laughed. "Definitely my daughter."

Leah, my daughter with Professor Rider, sauntered up. I gave her a look. "And so what do you do, honey?"

"I'm your press secretary," Leah answered. "So I hope you're ready, because it's time to face the horde of reporters." Her blue eyes had a serious gleam in them. I liked those combined with her strawberry-blonde hair. It was a fetching look. I had a pretty daughter. "You ready to give your first press conference, Mom?"

"I am," I said. I took a long pull of the sports drink. "I've been working on my platform hard. It's just if there are any female reporters that I haven't bred…"

"Well, we have a special podium set up for you," Leah said. She took my hand and lead me through my campaign headquarters. A strange, motherly affection, an emotion I had never experienced, swelled through me. This was my daughter, and I had missed most of her life. But I just had so many of them. No mother could love all the daughters I had.

"What makes it special?" I asked Leah, giving her hand a squeeze.

She looked back at me and gave me an impish look followed by a wink. It was an expression her mother, Professor Rider, never would have made. But the way she led me reminded me of the way her mother hauled me to the front of her classroom nearly nineteen years ago.

I was curious about this podium while my futa-cock tingled. The sounds moaning from Lola's office only made me harder. Especially when my daughter groaned, "I love Mom's sloppy seconds!"

"Ooh, you're finally in my pussy, Lola!" Jen groaned. "This is so hot."

I shivered and kept walking.

Leah led me past the desks and down a short hallway to a door with a green emergency exit sign above it. We slipped out of it and stepped into a small courtyard at the back of the building. The media was gathered before a podium. It bristled with microphones, of course, but it looked longer than it should.

Then I saw why.

I shuddered at the sight naked rump and black bush soaked by pussy juices that peeked between two thighs. A girl was bent over and nestled inside the podium, ready to be used by me. The reporters couldn't see her, but I could. I had a warm snatch to slide into, someone to keep me from throwing myself into the crowd of reporters and fucking some of those women.

"Smart," I said.

"That's why I'm our press secretary, Mom," Leah said, her voice so bright and cheerful. Then she gave my rump a smack the way a football coach would his players. "You can do this."

I could do this. I pulled out my futa-cock as I moved into place behind the podium, my shaft nudging the girl's toned thigh. I heard her moan. I had no idea what her name was, or even what she looked like. She was just a juicy hole to slide into.

My supporters were dedicated.

"Thank you all for coming," I said as I pressed my cock against the girl's pussy, feeling her hot, wet pussy lips. She was just at the right height for me to slip into. "I am officially announcing my run for president. The Futanari Party is behind me one hundred percent of the way. I am eager to make a statement to the world how America is going to lead the way in progress. In hope. We are going to bring about a revolutionary paradigm." I felt the girl's hymen.

A virgin.

"We are going to upend the old and replace it with something better!" I declared and thrust.

The girl's cherry popped. Unlike with Jen, I didn't erupt the moment I entered her.

"Any questions?" I asked as I slid into hot, pure cunt. It wrapped about my dick. The young girl, probably another friend of my daughters, groaned. I shuddered at the feel of her barely legal pussy clenching down on my shaft as I bottomed out in her.

I didn't fuck her. I just savored her wrapped about me as the reporters all cried out to get my attention. It was incredible. For a moment, I was overwhelmed by the juicy heat squeezing down on my futa-dick, the waving hands reports, and their shouting voices. I almost panicked. What was I doing here? I didn't know anything about politics. I was just a futanari who liked to fuck.

But I had that silky cunt wrapped about my cock.

The girl shifted, stirring her flesh around my dick, sending pleasure through me. I stiffened my back. I had fucked on National TV. More people had watched me having sex than watched the moon landings. I faced the reporters.

Spotted a familiar face.

"Adelia Tash," I said, staring at the caramel-faced woman who interviewed me about a decade or so ago.

"Becky, is this a serious run for the presidency or a PR move?"

"Absolutely serious," I answered, shifting my hips as I leaned over the podium, pumping my girl-dick a few inches out and then back into the deflowered virgin's pussy. "I am going to change the world. Too long has differences between us divided us. But I'm a futa. I'm already two opposites united in one."

"Senator Glory Olson claims you no experience at anything practical," continued Adelia. How do you respond?"

"I may not have the experience of Senator Olson or my other opponent, but what does that prove?"

I paused for a moment, gazing out of them, the girl hips pumping her pussy a few inches along my cock, squeezing me. Pleasure soared through me as I swept my eyes across the reporters. I could do this.

"It proves that I'm not owned by corporations. By interest groups. They don't have a hold on me. I'm here to make changes. Adelia, you know that I don't put up with BS. Never have, and never will. That's a promise. When I am president, I won't let anything stand in the way of a bright future for us all!"

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April 17th, 2047

Adelia Tash giggled beside me. "The Prime Minister of Britain found out you don't put up with BS, either."

"That's so true," I said, my dick throbbing. "Phillipa Lockwood is now one of my best supporters. She and Konstantin Markov have been instrumental to forming our new world government."

"You certainly exploded onto the world with that press conference," Adelia said. "The pundits all thought you were naïve, but I saw that fire in your eyes. I could tell you meant it, Becky. That you were going to change the world."

"You sure the fire in my eyes wasn't the pleasure Gina was giving me with her pussy?" I asked her, bringing a laugh from us both.

After it died down, I said, "I was serious about changing the world, but I still had to work to make it happen. I had rallies and the debates to get through. I couldn't flub it. Just because I had a lot of support didn't mean I couldn't lose it before November. Luckily, all I did was have sex for my adult life, so I had no skeletons in my closet. I was the only politician not embarrassed to be shown photographed in an orgy or who'd starred in a porno. It was an asset for me.

"I was something different."

To be continued…

The World's First Futa–Futa's Wicked Campaign Chapter Two: Futa's First Wicked Speech

The World's First Futa

Futa's Naughty Jobs

Chapter Two: Futa's First Wicked Speech

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Females, Hermaphrodite/Female, Male/Female, Virgin, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Public, Hot Wife, Cuckold, Oral Sex, Creampie, Anal Sex

Description: With a virgin's help, the world's first futa gives one hot speech!

April 17th, 2047

"What was your favorite part of campaigning for president?" Adelia Tash asked me.

I shivered, and the answer came immediately to my lips. "The rallies."

It was so interesting to talk about the most public part of my life: my bid to become the first futa-president of the United States. I was popular. Almost every woman in America wanted to have my daughter. The all loved me. I just had to keep them energized, and I would win.

"Why?" Adelia asked. I could feel the studio audience, and even the world watching our interview being streamed live across the internet, watching, waiting for my answers.

What a wonderful forty-eighth birthday this was.

"Because I was able to get out among my fans. To feel their love for me as they shouted and cheered." I shuddered. "I did so many rallies between August and the elections in November to keep my supporters electrified. It was a blur of traveling with my futa-daughters on the campaign trail." A group of my oldest futa-daughters, girls born to those first few women I made love to as a futanari, had organized it all. While I was out having meaningless sex, they were trying to change the world.

They inspired me to be better.

"I loved every moment of it, even though it was exhausting." I smiled. "My daughter Bethany did a great job keeping up my morale. She was always making sure I was relaxed and had a new woman to slip into my bed at night so I could fall asleep in post-orgasmic bliss."

"What a sweet group of daughters you had," Adelia said. "Was there any one campaign stop that was a favorite?"

"Muleshoe, Texas," I said without hesitation.

"That was a fast answer." Adelia, like any good interviewer, pounced. "Why? What made this one special?"

"It wasn't what happened during the rally, but I had a delightful reunion with a woman I never thought I'd meet again…"

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September 16th, 2036

My tour bus pulled to a stop at the back of the Bailey Country Fairground in Muleshoe, Texas. I stretched while beside me my newest intern, Carlita, snoozed, worn out from losing her cherry and getting fucked hard on the bus.

"I'll watch over her, Mom," said Danielle, my daughter with my good friend Dona. The brunette futanari had a wicked grin as she cuddled up against the naked, cum-splattered Carlita. Danielle loved my sloppy seconds.

"I know you will, honey," I said. After a month traveling around America with some of my futa-daughters, I was realizing all the things I missed out on. It was wonderful having them in my life, seeing them grown into such responsible, young women.

"Now I have a treat for you," Bethany, my morale manager, said. She had golden-blonde hair and stood taller than her sisters. "Come on, let's meet the woman who put on this rally."

"Oh?" I asked, slipping past my daughter Lola and her fiancee, Jen. They got engaged not long after Jen announced she was pregnant with my daughter. I think that was last week. Everything was starting to blur together.

"You're going to love it, Mom," Bethany said, giving me a big grin. "She's eager to see you."

That had me arching my eyebrow. Then I frowned. I was in the part of Texas where I… I blinked, seeing a woman outside the bus that looked so familiar. She was older, just like I was, matured from that innocent, trembling virgin I deflowered a dozen or so years ago.

"Scarlett?" I asked as I climbed off the boss and stared at the woman, her bleached-blonde hair falling loose about her face instead of the braid I remembered. "Scarlett Pelley, right?"

"It's Morgensten now," she said. "Been that way for a decade."

"Congratulations," I said, smiling at the first virgin I ever deflowered. She wore an airy dress, a golden cross dangling down into her cleavage. Her breasts looked larger, filled out by her pregnancy. As I embraced her, I asked, "So you put this on?"

"I did!" she said. "With my husband's help."

Then she kissed me. I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing in my panties as I kissed this girl. That was such a wild night. She was part of this group of Christians who thought my seed was divine and that it was a woman's job to have my baby and be fruitful. It was a spreading movement in the mid-west. I spent several years just helping out all those god-fearing virgins and their mothers conceive my children.

I clutched tight to her, kissing her with such passion as she squirmed in my arms. I remembered fucking her and her adopted mother together, showing them the joys of forbidden, lesbian delight, too. All while her adopted father waited down the hallway, listening to me enjoy his wife and daughter.

"Damn," I breathed when I broke the kiss, my futa-dick throbbing so hard. "It's wonderful to see you."

"Mmm, yes," she said, her eyes fluttering. She cleared her throat and stepped back, then turned to a portly man with a cowboy hot and a jovial smile standing next to a budding girl with sandy-blonde hair and the same blue eyes as the man, clearly his barely legal daughter. "This is my husband, Mitch, and my step-daughter, Katrina."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Mitch said, marching forward and taking my hand in a firm shake. "You're gonna change the world. Give them dirty dems a boot, and kick them republicrats out the door with 'em."

"That's the plan," I said as he pulled his daughter, Katrina, to him, his arm going around her shoulder. He had such a proud look on his face while her blue eyes…

They were molten with awakened lust.

"This is my daughter, Katrina. She's a good, Christian girl," he said. "She's been prayin' for the day to be blessed by your holy seed."

My futa-dick throbbed.

"Told you, Mom," Bethany whispered behind me, "you're going to love this."

"And, of course, I'll be there to hold her hand," Scarlett said. "Just like Mom was with me." She joined her husband, such a smoky look on her face as she slipped beneath his other arm.

He looked so proud knowing both his wife and daughter would be in my bed before too long. I shivered. I had changed the world so much, and I wasn't even the president yet. My girl-dick throbbed in my pants. I was grateful to whatever crazy genetic mutation—the scientist were still hotly debating over my DNA sequence, and likely would long after I was dead, for why I came about—allowed me to be the world's first futa.

Then an idea popped into my head. "Leah."

"Yes, Mom?" Leah asked. My daughter with Professor Rider was a serious-faced futanari, her strawberry-blonde hair spilling about her shoulders. She had round ears like me.

"Who is my distraction while I give the speech?" I asked.

"Well, we're fresh out of virgins…" She trailed off. "Oh, I see, Mom. That's kinky."

"Yes, it is," I said, my futa-dick throbbing. "This is going to be a rally to remember."

"Do you need me to adjust your speech, Mom?" Rebecca asked. She was my speech writer. She had inherited her mother's large breast and had the same smile as her half-brother, Kurt.

"Talk about blessing her," Christina said. She pushed up her glasses as she came to stand beside her half-sister. She had brown hair and dressed more conservatively than my other futa-daughters, especially Danielle. She was my analyst. "Add how you're going to Bless America. That will play really great here."

I nodded my head. My daughters were such a great team. They were barely out of high school, only turned eighteen a few months ago, and yet they were all so sharp. They spent time getting ready for this, dedicating themselves to making their wild mother president.

It stunned me sometimes. I felt such a maternal swell for my two daughters. I scoped them up in my arms and hugged them both, planting motherly kisses on both their cheeks before I released them. They both beamed at me.

Behind them, the tour bus rocked, Danielle had Carlita pressed against the window, fucking her hard. Some of my daughters really took after me.

"Okay, we have the band warming up the crowd," Leah said, guitar music coming from stage. "You got a few minutes."

"Okay," I said then glanced at Scarlett and Katrina. "Ready to help me become president?"

"That's why we're here," they said as I took their hands and pulled them away from Mitch.

"Oh, but we're going to do it out there!" I said. "The entire world's going to witness your daughters' womb getting blessed."

Katrina gave a gasp. Her hand squeezed mine. "R-really, Miss Woodward."

"Becky," I told her. "I fucked your step-mom, so you can call me Becky." I pulled her closer, loving the way she blushed. "Besides, I'm about to fuck you, too."

"Lord, thank you for this," breathed Scarlett. She clutched at her crucifix. Faith did strange things to people, but I didn't judge.

Well, maybe I would judge that weird cult in Kansas who worshiped me as their goddess. To my horror, they had grown in size in the last decade. They had their first representative elected in congress, one of those virgins I bred that weird day, and were a big block of my supporters. So, publicly, I told the world they were the greatest and how I was flattered to be worshiped as their goddess.

I tried to stay away from them as much as possible though.

"Okay, Mom," Leah said, motioning me over. "We got your speech loaded in the teleprompter. Rebecca tweaked it a bit, but it's your standard stump speech."

"I added something at the end," Rebecca said. "A twist. Say it after you cum in Katrina's pussy."

I nodded my head while the butterflies fluttered in my stomach. After a month of doing two to three rallies or dinners a day, I was still scared to go out there. But it was a good fear, the type that had me ready for anything. Keep me sharp. Not complacent.

The music died down.

"Now let's give a warm, Texan welcome to the future president of the United States, Becky Woodward!" a man boomed.

The crowd thundered. The sound had a physical weight to it. I felt it shaking through my bones. Katrina gasped. She clutched at my hand as she felt it. I smiled at her, staring into her blue eyes. Her cheeks were spotted with color. She lusted for me, needed me to breed her.

She would do anything for it.

"You got it, Mom!" Rebecca shouted.

"Yeah, you do!" Lola called out, holding Jen in a tight embrace. The regular girl squirmed in her futa-fiancee's arms.

Christian and Bethany smiled and at me. Leah gave me a smack on the ass like she was my football coach. She always did it, and it always made me blink in shock. Then I was marching upon stage, leading Scarlett and Katrina with me.

The cheers grew even louder. The fairground's bleachers were packed full of my supporters. They were waving signs or flags, a mix of the U.S. Flag and the Texan Flag. Their cheers rippled around me. I smiled, loving the sound, my back straight as I marched towards the podium. It was clear, and longer than they normally were. It has a place for my distraction to slip in and take my girl-dick.

I needed to have my dick wrapped about pussy to keep me focused else a woman in the crowd I hadn't bred my distract me. Luckily, they were kept back far enough that it wasn't an issue. Tonight, there would be a "dinner," a place for women to donate to the campaign in exchange for being in an orgy starring me.

I couldn't do one of those every night, but twice a week was great.

As I walked, I waved to them. I blew them kisses. I drank in their affection. It was incredible. There was something so intoxicating about several thousand people supporting you. This was why politicians did it. As much as the power, it was the love of a crowd of people who were all united behind you.

It was so intoxicating.

I bathed in their adoration. I couldn't help but smiling at them. These were all such great, wonderful people. They came out on their Tuesday to see me. They didn't have to, but they were united in seeing the changes I would make to the world. I couldn't let these people down. I had to build something better.

I let the cheers die down normally, the people taking their seats, ready to hear me speak. Katrina gripped my hand while her mother stood nearby, looking as dazed as the barely legal cutie beside me. My breasts rose and fell in my low-cut, silk blouse, my pencil skirt tight about my hips, showing off my bulging dick.

"Thank you, thank you," I said, my voice echoing around the stage. They had such clever mics these days. When I was a kid, people had to wear them, now they were focused at you. They could pick up your voice from a distance and then broadcast them. Perfect if you liked to get naked before a crowd the way did. "You are just so beautiful. I always love coming to West Texas. You have such a special quality of girls here."

A great roar of pride went up through the Lone Star residents. I smiled at them, waiting for their exuberance to die down again.

"I mean, look at Katrina Morgensten here," I said, motioning to the girl. She trembled, blushing crimson, her sandy-blonde hair spilling in lovely curls around her face. "Her mother and father helped put this on. They've been fans of me for years. In fact, I met Katrina's step-mother the first time I passed through Texas.

"She gave me an inviting welcome."

A laugh went through the crowd.

"And now her step-daughter's here to help me out. Help me focus before all you beautiful Texans so I can speak to you today." I grinned. "There's just so many beautiful women in Texas to distract me. So let's all cheer for Katrina. This is a special day for her."

Katrina trembled as her mother and I attacked the buttons of her dress. I grinned at Scarlett, the beauty, only a few year younger than me, had ripened in her early thirties. She looked delicious a cute, her cheeks as red as her step-daughters.

The crowd clapped as we pulled the dress down Katrina's body, exposing a lovely pair of round breasts constrained in a satin, cream-colored bra. Her panties were cut high in the front, the waistband a narrow strip. I turned her around, letting the crowd see her perky tush cupped in the triangular embrace of her underwear.

"Mmm, that's a great, Texan ass, isn't it?" I asked.

My supporters cheered, the front rows almost entirely women. A group of them were topless, showing off their lovely tits for everyone to admire, unashamed of their bodies. Laws denying people the right to be naked, to even have sex in public, had long since been done away with thanks to the "Becky" Amendment to the Constitution.

"You all want to see that ass, don't you?" I asked, my girl-dick so hard. Katrina shuddered as I hooked the waistband of her panties. "Mmm, I know I do."

I bent down and drew off her panties. She trembled, letting out a whimpering groan as I exposed her ass to my followers. It was pale and lovely, her tan lines apparent. I licked my lips, loving it. I couldn't help but give her butt-cheek a quick kiss while her mother gave her other butt-cheek a squeeze. Lust burned in Scarlett's eyes.

"Now bend over, Katrina, show them that sweet muff," I told her.

"Yes, Becky," she said, bending over, her breasts swaying in her bra.

I groaned as her pussy appeared, her flesh shaved bare. I hadn't expected that. I licked my lips at the sight of her tight, virginal snatch. I wanted to eat her right now, but she still need to expose her entire body.

With a sighing moan, I stood up, my pussy soaking my panties. I turned the girl around. She stood between me and her mother. Her hands rubbed at her belly. She had such a dazed, glassy look in her eyes, almost drunk on this moment.

"You ready, honey?" I asked her, feeling a maternal warmth for this young girl.

"Yes," she said.

"Mom?" I said, arching an eyebrow at Scarlett.

She reached behind her daughter and unhooked the bra. I groaned with the crowd as Scarlett bared her daughter's round breasts. They were as snowy as her rump, her nipples pink and hard. Her breasts had that perky plumpness of youth, that vital beauty.

I couldn't resist. And neither could her step-mother. Scarlett and I both engulfed Katrina's nipples. We leaned over, sucking on those nubs. I stroked the girl's belly and back as I nursed at her nub. She whimpered, swaying from side to side as we pleasured her.

"Oh, Becky! Mom!" she moaned. "Oh, you're making me feel all naughty. Down there."

I shuddered at that, my hand sliding down to her pussy. Only to find her mother's already reaching across her pubic mound. Katrina shuddered as her mother's fingers rubbed at her virgin pussy. I joined the naughty mom a moment later, stroking her step-daughter's hot petals with her.

Our fingers danced over her folds. Her juices soaked my digits. I sucked harder on the girl's nub, feeling her virginity, her passion. She let out such cute, squeaking moans as she swayed between us, her passion broadcast throughout the fairground arena.

The crowd loved it. They cheered her. Clapped her on. Envied her for being up here with me.

I loved it. I closed my eyes as I sucked on her nipple, loving the flavor of her skin, savoring that salty tinge, while my nose caught whiff of her spicy snatch. Her juices coated my fingers. They dripped out of her. I had to feast on her.

Had to love her.

"Oh, Katrina!" I moaned as I fell to my knees before her. I rested my head on her hip, gazing out at the crowd as I parted her folds with my fingers and rubbed at her hymen. "Oh, you got a cherry pussy."

The crowd roared.

"That's right!" I said, staring at them. Scarlett joined me, kneeling on the other side. She kissed at her daughter's hip, loving, motherly smooches. "She's a lovely virgin. She's pure and untouched. I'm going to put a baby in her."

"Yes, do that, Becky!" moaned the virgin.

"Because when I fuck you, unlike when other politicians do it, you only get blessed!" I cried out.

"WE GET BLESSED!" a horde of women roared back.

"That's right!" I said. "And I'm going to bless Katrina."

I pressed my face into the virgin's spicy pussy. I licked through her shaved folds. She gasped, her round tits bouncing above me as my tongue slid through her petals. I gathered up that delicious cream, reveling in the flavor of her. Already, her juices dribbled hot down my chin.

My tongue brushed her clit before I flicked down to lick at her hymen. My girl-dick throbbed as I pressed against that thin membrane. I was eager to penetrate her. To slip into her and feel that tight, virgin flesh wrapped about my dick and loving me. It would be incredible.

Then her mother joined me. Scarlett's cheek rubbed against mine as she nuzzled her face between her step-daughter's thighs. She flicked her tongue out, licking and lapping at Katrina's virgin flesh. I shuddered, our tongues meeting, coated in her daughters juices.

"Mom!" Katrina groaned. "Oh, that's so wild. I… I like that!"

"Mmm, so do I!" Scarlett panted. "You taste as good as I imagined!"

"You two are going to be so close," I groaned. "I bring people together. I unite them!"

"Just like you're a union between cocks and pussies!" whimpered Katrina.

"Uh-huh," I moaned as I feasted on her virgin pussy with her mother.

Together, we licked and lapped through her. We devoured her. We did so much naughty things to her. It was incredible to experience. My tongue brushed her step-mother's tongue as we pleased this sexy virgin. Her spicy juices poured into my mouth while my cheek rubbed against Scarlett's.

Sometimes, our lips would brush as we nuzzled, shifting were we pleasured her daughter's virgin cunt. Scarlett and I would then kiss, sharing the spicy cream, reveling in this taboo passion before the thousands of fans feeling the seats.

It was such an incredible experience. A rush to devour this virgin pussy before all my followers. I fluttered my tongue across her hymen and brushed her clit. Her mother sucked on that nub while we both stroked her thighs.

"You taste so good, honey," cooed her mother. "Oh, yes, you do. You got such a yummy pussy. Mmm, I'm just going to devour so much of your pussy. I'm going to feast on you."

"Please, please, Mommy!" groaned the girl. "Oh, wow, this is… This is incredible."

"Uh-huh," I groaned, sticky, virginal cream running down my throat. It was the best thing in the world.

The crowd kept cheering, urging the virgin on to her orgasm. Her head craned back. Her jaw dropped. Her round, plump breasts jiggled as she swayed. My tongue brushed her clit again. Her mother's joined me. We fluttered against her, attacking her, teasing her, giving her such pleasure. She whimpered in delight.

Her passion surged through her. Her body bucked. Spicy cream flooded out of her snatch, bathing my face. Her mother's face. Scarlett and I licked up all those delicious treats. We gulped them down, reveling in the wonderful flavor of the girl's hot cream.

"Mother! Becky!" the girl gasped. "Oh, yes, yes, yes! I'm cumming!"

The crowd boomed. I felt their excitement rushing around me. It was incredible. My eye squeezed shut as I licked up this nubile virgin's spicy cream with her mother. Katrina's sandy-blonde hair danced about her naked shoulders as she squeaked out her rapture.

It peaked in her… Died.

She swayed, shaking her head. She panted, struggling to catch her breath. She shook her head as I stood up, my futa-cock throbbing in my skirt. Her mother kept feasting on her snatch, kept loving her delicious pussy.

I drew up my skirt.

The cheering audience hushed. A silence fell across them. Above me were jumbo screens, a camera pointed right at my crotch as unveiled my dick held tight in my lilac panties. It was a naughty pair, cut to hold my huge futa-cock. It tied at my hips like a bikini bottom.

I grabbed those ties, grinning out at the audience. I could feel the anticipation among my supporters. Many of them had only seen my girl-dick on TV. People leaned forward. That group of topless hotties fondled their breasts as they waited for me to unveil my tits. I loved this. I grinned out at them.

Pulled the ties.

My panties fell away. My futa-cock flopped out beside me. Katrina gasped, still grinding her virgin pussy on her mother's hungry mouth. I loved her excitement while a low groan ran through the women in the crowd.

"This is the only thing I'll ever fuck you with!" I said, my voice thundering through the fairground. "No lies. No false promises. This is 100% girl-dick. That meeting of masculine and feminine that only a hermaphrodite, a futanari, can have. I will bring together the world. I will unite us like the human race never has before.

"And I will do it through love and passion." I smacked Katrina on the rump. "Just like I'm about to give my love and passion to this virgin!"

The crowd exploded in cheers. People waved flags and brandished signs with my face, or my spurting cock, on them. I shuddered as I guided Katrina to the podium. The virgin shivered beside me, her body flushed from her orgasm, her spicy cream adorning my lips. I licked them, loving the taste. It was such a wondrous experience to enjoy this treat.

My heart thudded in my chest. My girl-dick ached as she bent over and slipped into the podium. It was shaped to let her rest bent over like she was kneeling over a desk about to be fucked by her naughty futa-professor.

I have no idea why that popped into my head. Maybe I should have been a teacher, molding all those nubile coeds into my naughty whores.

"It's time to bless Katrina's womb with my baby," I said, pressing my girl-dick against her pussy, "just like I'm going to bless America with progress. With success. With such freedom and joy for all."

The crowd clapped, eager for it. I maneuvered my girl-cock, sliding through Katrina's silky bush, brushing the hot folds of her pussy. I found her hymen, that thin membrane separating me from burying into her untouched depths.

It was such a treat. I couldn't believe I got to experience this. I was just so lucky. It was just so incredible. With my supporters watching me, I thrust forward. Her hymen stretched and stretched. I heard her whimpers echoing out of the podium.

Then she gasped as her cherry popped.

My girl-cock slid into her untouched depths.

We both moaned as I slid into her pussy. Her silky walls stretched and stretched to accommodate my futa-dick. I whimpered as I entered her. My heart thundered in my chest. I bottomed out in her, my crotch rubbing into her rump. Her twat squeezed down around me.

"That is some great, Texan pussy," I said, glancing at the teleprompter and reading my daughter's changes to the script. Rebecca was a genius at this sort of thing. "You really grow some fine, young women here."

The crowd whooped.

"That's right, take pride in being Texans. In being Americans. In being Human!" I launched into my stump speech. After saying it so many times a day for the last month, I knew it by heart. The teleprompter was more a guide to keep me from getting lost as I enjoyed speaking with my dick wrapped about hot cunt.

I talked about how I was going to bring everyone together. How we would have prosperity and peace. No war or tension. A world united by the love of futanari. All those divisions between us were so petty, such a waste of energy.

The entire time I spoke I stayed buried in Katrina's cunt. I didn't fuck her, not yet. I just enjoyed her deflowered pussy wrapped about my dick. The way she twitched and shuddered. How she moaned and groaned as she wiggled in the podium.

Her every little movement sent pleasure rippling through me. Her silky sheath teased me. It was incredible. My own cunt drank in the heat, keeping my ovaries warmed, priming them to erupt at the end of my speech.

I gripped her hips, squeezing her skin and stroking her rump as I spoke. My head moved, staring out at the crowd while my dick exulted in being in untouched cunt. My tip ached, the pressure building and building as Katrina squeezed and clenched her snatch around my girth.

"That's why voting for me isn't a waste," I said, my heart thudding in my chest, my futa-dick twitching and throbbing with excitement. "That is why come November, we are going to have a landslide victory! We're going to show America, the World, how united we are!"

My dick twitched and throbbed in the deflowered virgin's pussy. She moaned and whimpered louder now, her hips stirring that tight snatch around my cock, bathing me in her silky passion. I groaned, loving it. My hips moved, sliding my futa-dick out of her pussy until only the tip remained.

"That is why voting for me will see the world changed!"

"CHANGED!" my followers cheered.

I thrust forward and buried into Katrina's tight snatch. The podium twisted. My crotch smacked into her rump. The sound echoed through the air. It made such a wicked delight. I smiled as my girl-dick twitched inside of her snatch. Her pussy clenched and relaxed about it. This was such a treat to enjoy. I was so lucky to deflower this girl before this huge crowd.

I drew back again, her pussy clenching down on my dick. The pressure was so incredible. I groaned and whimpered. My hands clenched as the delight burned around my cock. I thrust into her depths, burying to the hilt in her again.

"I will love you all!" I moaned as I loved Katrina's pussy.

My ovaries grew tense. I was so close to cumming. It was so wonderful being in her while all these people watched. I pumped away at her now, my breasts bouncing in my blouse. My nipples rubbed against the fabric.

"I will give you all my passion!"

The cheers grew and grew. The crowd could feel it coming, that explosive release building inside of me. The ache spread at the tip of my girl-dick. Katrina moaned as she bucked back into me, our flesh slapping together.

Pussy juices ran down my thighs. That hot, sticky proof of my growing pleasure. My ovaries tightened, the cum approaching a boil inside of me. I held her hips tight, pumping away as fast as I could, so eager to dump as much of my jizz into her as I could. I would flood her. I would fill her to the brim with all the spunk I could.

"I will give you everything I have if you elect me President of the United States!"

I buried into Katrina. Her pussy writhed about my cock. The girl squealed as her orgasm shuddered around my clit-dick. The pleasure rushing down my shaft intensified as I drew back through the silky, convulsing friction.

"I will shower you all in my love!" I howled and rammed back into her. "Just like I'm showering Katrina's pussy with my cum!"

My jizz erupted into Katrina's deflowered pussy.

The crowd exploded in cheers as the pleasure pulsed through me. Over and over, blast after blast of rapture slammed into my mind as I pumped my fertile seed into Katrina's once-pure cunt. Stars burst across my vision.

"This is my promise to you!" I moaned through my orgasmic rapture. "I'm going to bless America with prosperity just like I'm blessing Katrina's womb with my futa-daughter!"

Everyone was standing, cheering, screaming my name as my futa-cum spurted a final time into Katrina's convulsing snatch. Rapture and ecstasy filled me. It swirled through me. I swayed, so dazed as I drank in their thunderous applause while Katrina's pussy milked out every drop of my cum.

My mind melted in this wondrous moment. I threw my arms wide, drinking in everything. The bliss pumping out of my girl-dick, the hot pussy convulsing around my cock, the pleasure flooding out of my spasming cunt, and the adoration of my followers.

It was the most incredible high in the world.

"Thank you!" I cried out. "Thank you so much for your support. We're going to do this. 2036 is year of futanari! We're going to take the White House and we're going to change the world!"

I ripped my still-hard cock out of the virgin's pussy. With my clit-dick bobbing before me, dripping with precum, I strutted off the stage. I waved to my fans, blew them kisses, and drank in their adoration before I vanished backstage.

Scarlett met me. She threw her arms around me and gave me such a hungry kiss, her lips still full of her daughter's spicy pussy. I kissed her back so hard, her husband watching, grinning with such joy, clapping his hands together like my daughters did.

Well, to all my daughters. Lola fucked her fiancee Jen from behind, squeezing that nubile girl's small breasts. Danielle had emerged from the bus and had Carlita sucking on her girl-dick.

I broke the kiss, my lusts riding high from my orgasms. I glanced behind me and smiled as Katrina stumbled from off stage, still naked, my cum dripping down her thighs. "Mmm, Scarlett," I purred, "why don't you clean your daughter up? Look at the mess I made in her cunt."

"Oh, yes, honey," Scarlett said, going to her deflowered step-daughter. "Mmm, let Mommy lick you up and make you feel amazing."

"But I already feel amazing, Mom," she said, her eyes glassy.

"Doesn't mean you can't feel more amazing," Scarlett said. "This is your special day with Becky. You need to enjoy it!"

"Oh, yes," I moaned, loving the sight of Scarlett falling to her knees before her daughter and burying her face into that deflowered pussy. Katrina shuddered, moaning as her step-mother licked her clean.

Ate that yummy creampie I left in her snatch.

My dick throbbing, I moved up behind the mother. I fell to my knees behind her. My girl-dick smacked into her rump, smearing her daughter's pussy cream into her skirt. I lifted her dress, hiking her fast while her husband watched. He unzipped his jeans.

Gina, one of my interns, fell to her knees before him. "I got you covered, Mr. Morgensten.

He groaned as the delightful girl sucked on his cock for him, loving him while I enjoyed his wife.

Scarlett wasn't wearing any panties. I stared at the ivory plumpness of her ass. She was a far curvier woman now than she was at eighteen. I loved the changes. I dragged my girl-cock down across her butt-cheeks, smearing precum and her daughter's cream behind. I dipped into her butt-crack.

She groaned when I found her asshole. I rubbed it against her, grinning. It was so hot using her daughter's juices to lube my shaft. I pressed forward. Scarlett moaned into her daughter's cunt as her tight anal ring stretched and stretched.

Then my dick was inside her.

"Go, Mom!" Bethany cheered. "Fuck that hot MILF's asshole."

"Mmm, I am, honey," I groaned, my morale manager doing her job.

"Are you… sodomizing my mom?" gasped Katrina, staring down at me with her glassy, blue eyes.

"Uh-huh," I groaned, sinking deeper and deeper into Scarlett's tight asshole. Pleasure rippled through me. It was so incredible as I bottomed out in her, my blonde bush rubbing on her top.

My daughters clapped and whooped, and Mitch groaned, as I fucked Scarlett's asshole. I drew back my cock through her tight sheath, that velvety grip squeezing about me. It was incredible. I whimpered, my snatch clenching as I drank in the hot friction.

Then I thrust into her and smacked her rump. My flesh slapped hers. She moaned into her daughter's snatch. Scarlett clung to Katrina as she feasted, making the deflowered blonde shudder and squirm.

"Oh, yes, Mom," she groaned. "Oh, wow, you're eating me. Ooh, this is… This is incredible. Oh, yes, yes. That's it, Mom. Oh, you're going to make me explode."

"Do it!" I moaned, reaching around Scarlett's slender form to squeeze her tits through her blouse. I pumped away at her asshole. "Make that cute thing explode while licking out all my cum."

"It tastes as good as it did out of my mom's pussy," moaned Scarlett.

That was such a wild night with Scarlett and her adopted mother. I shuddered, thrusting harder and harder, loving all the moans echoing through the room. Jen and Lola were panting as they made love, and Danielle was letting out such throaty groans as she enjoyed Carlita's sloppy blowjob. Gina loved Mitch's dick.

"I call dibs on Scarlett when Mom's finished," Bethany moaned.

"That's fine, I'm getting Katrina," Rebecca whimpered. "Ooh, look at her grind on her mother's face. She's so cute."

"Yeah, she is," I moaned, thrusting harder as my daughters planned out their pleasures. They've earned them. "Mmm, two futas in one day. Aren't you both lucky?"

"We are," Scarlett moaned. "Oh, Mitch, you're going to watch the blessed daughters fuck me, too."

"I will," he groaned. "Oh, Lord, what a mouth on this girl."

Every stroke into Scarlett's tight asshole brought me closer and closer to erupting. Pleasure spilled through me. I groaned, my head growing dizzy from the exhilaration. So much rapture rippled through me. I was still buzzing from the high of my speech, and now I got this wonderful delight.

Scarlett's bowels clenched around my cock, squeezing with that tight, velvety heat. I loved buggering a woman. It was almost as amazing as breeding their pussies. I squeezed Scarlett's tits, thrusting into her with all my might. My tits heaved in my blouse, my nipples drinking in the silk.

"Fuck my mom!" groaned Katrina. "It makes her moan into my pussy. And that's incredible."

"Yeah, Mom, fuck her!" Leah groaned, my press secretary jerking her futa-cock hard.

"Yes, yes, yes, Mom!" Lola panted, her flesh slapping into her fiancee's delicious tush. "Make her cum!"

I groaned, loving it. My hips slammed forward with such power. I smacked my crotch into Scarlett's rump. I glanced over at her husband, his eyes locked on me as I enjoyed his wife. He had his hand dug into Gina's brown hair, holding her in place as she blew his dick.

I grinned at him as I savored his wife. It was so hot. I loved it when husbands watched me cuckold them. To witness how much bigger I was then their little cocks, how much more their wives loved my dick in them.

How much harder they cum on my futa-dick.

"Scarlett!" I moaned. "Make your daughter cum! Make me cum!"

"Let's all cum together, Mom!" Katrina moaned. "Ooh, yes, yes, lick my clit. That feels so good. Oh, Mom, this is the best day ever! Thank you! I love you so much!"

"I love you, too!" Scarlett moaned, her asshole clenching down hard about my girl-dick.

"Mom!" the step-daughter squealed. Her body heaved.

I could tell she was cumming. Scarlett moaned. She licked up her daughter with such noisy enthusiasm while I reamed her bowels. Her asshole clenched down hard on my dick when I buried into her, the friction flaring.

My pussy drank it in.

Then she squealed into her daughter's cunt. She joined the girl in rapture. Scarlett's married asshole writhed about my futa-dick. I shuddered as I rammed back into her, my dick drinking in the delight, gulping down the wondrous cream. The pleasure flowed to my pussy. My cunt grew hotter and hotter.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I groaned. "That's it. You're both cumming."

"Now you cum, Mom!" groaned Leah while her clit-dick erupted. Her futa-cum fired before her while the rapture surged through my mind.

"Oh, yes, I will!" I moaned and buried into the wonderful, convulsing heaven of Scarlett's asshole.

As she moaned into her daughter's snatch, I cried out in rapture. My pussy spasmed. My cock erupted. Cum flooded out of my ovaries and pumped into the depths of the married woman's bowels. I shuddered, the pleasure splashing through my thoughts. It was such a wonderful experience.

My back arched, my blonde hair dancing about my face. Stars burst across the room while moans echoed around me. Jen and Lola were locked in the throes of their orgasm, too, and Mitch was grunting as he flooded Gina's hungry mouth.

"Oh, Mom, yes!" groaned Katrina. She stumbled back and then sat down on the floor, her round breasts rising and falling as she fanned her face. "Oh, that was incredible.

"Yes, it was," Rebecca purred, advancing on her.

My cock spurted a final time. I groaned, wanting to stay buried in Scarlett's asshole all day, but… I had a campaign to run. There was always more to do. With a groan, my cock still sensitive from my orgasm, I pulled my shaft out of her and rose on wobbly legs. Scarlett gasped, her asshole leaking my cum as she sat down on her rump, panting, her face flushed and smeared with her step-daughter's cream.

Bethany handed me a sports drink while stroking her girl-dick with her other hand. "You were awesome, Mom!"

"Enjoy," I told her, giving her a wink.

"I will!" she said before pouncing on Scarlett. She bore the blonde MILF to the ground, mounted her, and thrust into her married cunt in a second, her hands squeezing the MILF tits through her dress's bodice.

Beside her, Rebecca was falling on Katrina, mounting the naked girl. Mother and daughter both shuddered as they both enjoyed a young futa-cock reaming their pussies. I grinned the sight, so glad I was reconnecting with some of my daughters, and glad they were having as much fun as me.

"So, what's next?" I asked.

Leah, my press secretary, came up. "Well, the media's waiting for you to give a speech. And we have fresh pussy lined up."

"The girl I was supposed to fuck for the rally?"

Leah nodded her head. "She's a Cambodian cutie with a Texan twang."

"Only in America," I said. It was a place where different cultures could unite and meld together. Wouldn't it be amazing if the entire world was like that?

I wanted to make that happen. I wanted to unite the world. Becoming president was just that first step into something better.

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April 17th, 2047

"Sounds like a memorable campaign rally," said Adelia.

I pressed my thighs together, my pussy so wet and juicy. I nodded my head, a shiver racing through my body. "Yes, it was. Mmm, I can still remember Katrina's pussy convulsing about my dick, milking my cum out of her while all my supporters watched on."

"What a life," Adelia said, her voice thick with envy. "You have done so much, and now you're about to become president."

"I just had to get through the presidential debates without fucking up," I said with a smile.

"Now that debate was interesting." Adelia licked her lips. "You and the other two candidates, on stage, going back and forth. It was so… exciting watching you demonstrate your foreign policy on them."

I grinned and nodded my head.

To be continued…

The World's First Futa–Futa's Wicked Campaign Chapter Three: Futa's First Wild Debate

The World's First Futa

Futa's Naughty Jobs

Chapter Three: Futa's First Wild Debate

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Females, Hermaphrodite/Female, Male/Female, Virgin, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Public, Hot Wife, Cuckold, Oral Sex, Creampie, Anal Sex

Description: Becky, the world's first futa, debates her opponents on the eve of the U.S. Presidential elections!

April 17th, 2047

"So it's the Saturday before the election," Adelia said, the caramel-skinned talk show host who was interviewing me, "and you're finally included in the final presidential debate."

"Yep," I said, shaking my head in disgust. "The Republicans and Democrats were both sweating. They felt the heat of my campaign. They didn't want me out on stage, didn't want to give me more of a platform, but they couldn't go against public opinion." I smiled. "It helped that CNN, hosting the debate, was also friendly to me. After all, that interview they had with me after my first time as a cheerleader saved their network from Fox News's dominance in the ratings."

Adelia smiled. "And what a wild debate it was. I think everyone in the audience can remember watching it."

A great, whooping cry came from the audience followed by their thunderous applause. I shifted on the couch, smiling out at the shadowy women, and a few of my futa-daughters, who filled the stage. It was such a wondrous sound to hear. I drank it in, remembering all those campaign rallies leading up to that wonderful day where I stood proud before on stage with the two other candidates and debated my case to be president of the United States.

"You showed the world how your diplomacy would go," Adelia said. "But what was it like for you up there on the stage with Senator Glory Olson and Senator Henry Millner?"

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November 1st, 2036

I drew in a deep breath as I stood before the country, my podium so short. I didn't have my usual one. No tight, young pussy wrapped about my cock to keep me distracted. Luckily, there were no women I'd never fucked close enough to distract me. I stood in the center of the stage, my Republican opponent, Senator Glory Olson, to my right and Senator Henry Millner, my Democratic opponent, on my left. I'd fucked Glory when we were both eighteen years and years ago. So she didn't need to be bred now and could control herself around me.

Only one women that I knew was in the studio I hadn't bred, and she was backstage somewhere. Though I had a feeling she would be keeping a close eye on the event, her pussy soaking wet as she thought about getting fucked by me.

My heart beat fast. My palms were sweaty. It was so different underneath the hot studio lights. There was no audience for this debate. I didn't have my supports cheering me on. CNN wanted no distractions. I couldn't use being a futa to my advantage.

Which sucked, because that was who I was. The world's first futa. It would be how I ran the presidency, and how I united the world. I was the union of male and female passions, a fusion of opposites to form something new. Something better.

I was an example to the world.

Glory Olson shifted beside me. She had rosy cheeks and her eyes kept glancing at me. I vaguely remembered her from my college days. She attended the orgies I used to hold in the dorms, one of the girls I fucked again and again. I had a daughter with her named Gina who was working against me for her mother.

I couldn't be mad that she sided with Glory and not me.

Glory was a beauty still, thirty-seven like me, her red hair pulled back into a bun, not as vibrant as I dimly recalled from those wild college orgies. Her green eyes were hard but she kept licking her lips as she glanced at me.

I winked back at her.

Henry Millner, my democratic opponent, was old and stodgy. He had white hair. He stood tall and commanding. He had a regal, presidential bearing about him. He was a smooth speaker who energized crowds of mostly men these days. My daughter, Rebecca, briefed me that he believed I would show the world that I was nothing more than an empty-headed bimbo with no real solutions. He expected a miracle to happen tonight.

Amelia McCreery moderated. The young reporter I fucked live on CNN eighteen years ago had matured into a delicious beauty, her youthfulness traded for that reserved poise a woman of experience, her body still fit and tight, her lips still kissable. Her black hair was pulled back in a bun, emphasizing her narrow, delicate features.

"Becky Woodward," Amelia asked, "people say your only skill is having sex. How will you negotiate with foreign powers?"

"By bringing us together," I answered with confidence, glancing at the camera and speaking straight to the American voters just the way my futa-daughter Leah advised. "I will unite with them and show them my passion and what they will gain by being America's friend."

"You're going to fuck them?" Glory asked, the Republican arching a fiery eyebrow at me.

"Maybe," I answered, giving her a smoky smile. My girl-dick throbbed as a flash of her teardrop-shaped breasts heaving over me as she rode my cock strobed through my mind.

"Even though most world leaders are men?" She pursed her smile. "I thought you were allergic to men's cum."

"Doesn't mean I can't have fun with men," I said. "There are plenty of husbands who didn't mind me joining them in bed with their wives."

"The U.S. voters need a strong leader," Henry Millner said, speaking in that deep, commanding baritone. "They need someone who will lead by example, not by being the trash you'd see on daytime television. A leader can't be frivolous."

I bristled, shooting a glare at the older man. "Frivolous? You think I'm frivolous."

"What else would you call a woman who's idea of a political campaign rally is deflowering a virgin on stage and breeding her?" He arched an eyebrow. "That's as frivolous as a person can get."

"There is nothing frivolous about my desire to change America!" I looked at the cameras. "I want to bring America and the World together like never before! I want peace and love, not war and hate."

"And you'll do it by being a slut?" Glory asked.

"You loved being my slut in college," I shot at her. "Don't you remember how you begged me to cum in your cunt? How you licked my cum out of every girl's cunt or asshole you could find."

"Becky, your time is up," Amelia said. "Glory, a thirty second rebuttal to the accusation that you, too, are a slut."

"Yes, I was your slut, Becky," she said, speaking bold, with passion. She gazed at the camera. "What woman isn't the first time they meet you? But I grew out of it. I'm not eighteen and writhing in an orgy. I had to grow up. I couldn't just whore myself around the world. I had to raise the daughter you abandoned."

A flush washed through me.

"And not just the daughter I had with you. I've been mentoring hundreds of the daughters you've mothered on women then forgot about them. While you were fucking your way across the entire world, I was helping to mold and shape these young futanari who had to grow up only seeing your antics on TV, never getting to know you in person.

"I even married one, and she'll be America's First Lady because you won't ever see me conducting diplomacy on my back!"

"You forget, I do the fucking," I said, giving her a venomous smile. "I won't be on my back."

"You are an utter disgrace to this country's dignity!"

"That's your time, Senator Olson." Amelia glanced at Senator Millner. He stood dignified like he was above Glory and me, standing aloof while we wrestled in the mud. "Russia continues to be a thorn in the U.S.'s side. Senator Millner, how will you deal with them?"

"Sanctions will have to continue," Senator Millner. "I voted for them when President Gutierrez asked for them, and I agree that we need to continue to take a hard line with Moscow. We can't allow them to do the things they have in the past. We will have security and peace in Eastern Europe and the Middle East, not the rise of another Russian hegemony."

"Because penalties work so well," I said, staring at the cameras. "Every psychologist and behavioral sociologist will tell you that positive reinforcement is far more effective than negative. Dr. Skinner proved this nearly a hundred years ago. We need to stop dividing the world and instead unite it.

"I intend to make Russia our ally. To work with Moscow to bring about a better future for everyone."

"By cucking the Russian president?" Glory asked, giving me a nasty look. "I'm sure Demyan Ignatov will love it if you fuck his wife right before him. You could join them in their bed in the Kremlin."

"Indeed," Henry said. "What man would welcome that perversity."

"Oh, he would welcome it," I said. I winked at Henry. "And so would you. Your wife is a fine woman."

"There is no need to bring my wife into this!" he growled, true emotion flashing across his face. There was anger in there, but I could see something else. Fear. Not of me, but… of himself. He shifted, his hands gripping the podium. Did he need to readjust himself.

I know I did. My cock was throbbing hard. Just thinking about cuckolding his wife, a gorgeous woman in her forties, had my futa-dick, pulsing in my panties. My pussy was growing wet. She could still have one more child. I could breed her.

A furtive movement caught my eyes. They flicked to the edge of the stage, the curtain leading to the back shifting. A smile grew on my lips, my dick aching even more. I drew in a deep breath, my blood screaming through my veins.

"Well," Amelia said, clearing her throat. "Senator Olson, with Saudi Arabia making steps towards giving their women more rights, what will you do to see they gain even more?"

"By showing them how strong women are," Glory said, voice ringing. "I'll be the second woman president, and I won't suffer for my predecessor's flaws." She kept her back straight. "I will earn the Arab countries' respect."

"I'll just fuck the King of Saudi Arabia's wives." I smiled. "I've seen pics. They're quite attractive. He'll love it."

"Fuck his wives," Henry said, his voice strained. "That's your solution?"

"Trust me," I said. "We'll get along when he sees me turn his wives into my sluts. And he'll love me after I unleash them upon him. In my experience, even the most frigid wife is eager to love her husband once I've bred her. Once I've shown her all the joys her body has to offer. Hot, right?"

"You just cant 'fuck world leaders' wives and think that they will at all respect you or our country," Henry said, his cheeks red. He clutched his podium now, his knuckles going absolutely white.

"See, this is why it's is a mistake to vote for Becky Woodward," Glory said. "She has no self-control. All she wants to do is have sex. That's all that her mind thinks about. She'll just be screwing interns in the oval office while the world burns around her."

"Yeah, I will have a lot of sex," I said. "And so what?"

"So what?" Glory bristled. "If you when, you'll represent America."

"The America I represent is all about love and coming together." I gazed out at the cameras. "No jealousy or bitter recriminations. Just the joy of two more more people, or nations, coming together and sharing something amazing. Something wondrous and primal, something every human being craves to do.

"Naked, in the bedroom or even out in public, we're all equal. We're all beautiful in our own way. And we all bring something fun and naughty to the orgy."

"Orgy!" spluttered Henry. "This is how low our country has sunk! It's insane to let this harlot run for president!"

"Are you slut-shamming me?" I asked. "Isn't that more of the Republican's shtick?"

He clamped his mouth shut.

"No, you can be a slut all you want," Glory said. "I am glad you are, because you gave me my daughter and my wife, but that doesn't make you fit to run the country. You just can't treat the world like it's your personal bordello and think that will unite everyone. That you won't offend people. You will embarrass this country!"

"Sure it'll work." My frustration boiled over me. The curtain shifted again. "I'll show you how my foreign policy will work. I won't waste time on any BS. I'm going to act to bring about world peace. I'm going to show the world that it's changed. That something new has arrived, and it is wondrous. It is the next step in our species evolution."

I marched away from the podium.

"What are you doing, Becky?" Amelia said. "We are just getting started. There's forty minutes left."

"I'm not going anywhere," I said. The curtain shook again. I smiled as I reached it and ripped it open.

Mrs. Gretchen Millner stood on the other side, a tall and elegant MILF. She had the bearing of a first lady, aged into the graceful beauty of a woman at the peak of her maturity, her body trim and curvy beneath her salmon-colored skirt and blazer. She wore her blonde hair pinned up, leaving her smooth cheeks and swan's neck exposed. Color burned across her face, her green eyes sparkling with lust.

I seized her arm and pulled her out. She didn't resist.

"See, Henry, this is what I'll do," I said, leading his wife over to him.

He stood there gaping at me, his face twisting with conflicting emotions. His podium shook as he trembled. He swallowed as his wife's heels clicked on the smooth, black flooring of the stage behind me.

"This is how I'm going to bring people together. How I'll negotiate with world leaders." I grinned at Henry. "You're my political enemy, and yet me and you are about to negotiate and get something wonderful out of it."

He let out a strangled sound while his wife trembled beside me, her perfume filling my nose.

"You want me to fuck your wife, don't you, Senator Millner?"

"Of course not," he spluttered.

"See," Glory said. "This is what I mean, America. Is this who you want leading our country?"

"It is," I said. My eyes stared at him. "Now, Senator Millner, don't lie. You've thought about it for years. You've wondered what it would be like to witness me fucking your wife."

"Of course not," he groaned.

I glanced at Gretchen. "Is that true?"

She swallowed, shuddering. "We've… we've… I'm his wife, Becky. Just… just fuck me. Don't make me say this."

I smiled.

"Senator Millner, your wife hasn't gone through menopause, right?"

He let out a groan.

"No, no, she's still flowering," I said. "I can smell her fertility bleeding through her clothing." I breathed in, the faint musk of a woman's pussy, mixing with my own hot cunt, filled my nose. A wonderful, spicy musk. "You knew if I met her, I'd fuck her. Breed her. And yet you brought your wife here."

"I… I thought…" He groaned. "That you… wouldn't… because she's…"

"Don't lie," I said. "You're so hard right now. You want to watch me breed your wife. That's why you brought her here. You were aching for it. To finally witness that fantasy that you've had. You ache to watch the world's first futa fuck her hard. None of my daughters would do. It has to be me."

He only groaned.

I glanced at his wife, squirming beside me, her green eyes glassy with desire. "Why don't you go unzip your husband's pants and pull out his cock. Let's find out if he's turned on right now."

"I… I…" Gretchen swallowed.

I winked at her.

"Yes, Becky," she moaned, her lusts consuming her. She was in heat, hyper-ovulation kicking in. The signs were obvious.

It was taking all my self-control not to rip off her clothing and fuck her right now.

She moved to her husband, almost floating the few steps to him. He groaned, not fighting his wife as she unzipped him. Her hand reached in, fumbling around, then produce a cock, an average length for a guy. She gripped it, staring at me.

"That is one hard cock," I said.

"Yeah," Amelia groaned.

"A-are you going to let her ruin the debate?" asked Henry.

"Oh, I'm okay with this," Glory said. "Let the world see that you're a cuck and how out of control Becky is. She can't even make it through a debate without breeding someone. Is an hour just too long for your dick to stay dry?"

I had faith in the voters. They would see how much better this style of negotiations were then the old way.

"Gretchen, do you ever suck your husband's cock?" I asked.

"No," she said, her voice throaty. "I can suck your cock, though." Her eyes flicked down to my dick bulging my skirt. "I'll do it. Right now."

"I'm sure you will," I said. "Does your husband ever ask you to suck his cock?"

"He used to," she said. "I always thought it was nasty. I never would. Guys used to call me a tease. I just… I thought it's nasty, but you… Oh, Lord, Becky, I would suck all the cum out of your dick right now."

Her husband groaned, staring at me with the same hunger.

"But I want you to suck his cock," I said. "He's been a loving husband. Doesn't he deserve that treat? Give your husband a hummer. Be that good wife you always claim to be."

"But… but…"

"Don't worry," I told her. "I'll take care of your pussy."

"You have to stop this," groaned Henry, sounding so desperate and yet so torn. "Amelia, please."

"You know you want this, Senator," Amelia said. "Beside she's Becky Woodward? Who can stop her? You gave it a good try, but… she's about to cuckold you while the entire country watches."

Streamed live over the internet to the world. I didn't say that out loud, but I knew it.

"She's not about to cuck him," Glory said. "She's already done it."

"Mmm, I have," I said, drawing up my skirt.

Gretchen fell to her knees before her husband. She grabbed his cock, stroking it, loving it. I shuddered as she nuzzled her lips against it. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye as her mouth engulfed her husband's cock.

He groaned as she sucked.

He shuddered while her mouth bobbed up and down his dick. She whimpered, loving his cock the way he deserved. I never wanted to steal anyone's wife. I wished to have that special bond with someone. I never wanted to ruin it for anyone else.

As Gretchen made those sloppy sounds, I pushed down my sky-blue panties. They slid off my rump. The waistband caught the tip of my cock. For a minute, it bent backward. Then it sprang out and slapped into my belly, flicking precum up my blouse.

"Jesus," Henry said, staring at my cock while his wife gave him her first sloppy blowjob.

"I know," I said.

I fell to my knees behind Gretchen. I lifted his wife's hips, her ass firm beneath the salmon-colored skirt. I drew it up her thighs, stroking her silk-smooth skin. She moaned about her husband's cock as I uncovered her ass.

"Mmm, what a sexy pair of underwear," I purred, staring at the gray panties. It was made of a mesh lace, allowing hints of her butt-cheeks to peek through the gaps in the pattern. "Did you wear those for me?"

Gretchen groaned about her husband's cock while wiggling her hips.

"Yeah, you did," I purred. I glanced up at Henry, standing tall while pleasure crossed his mouth. "Your wife was eager to cuckold you tonight."

"I guess… she was," he groaned, his chest rising and falling.

"Yes, show him what a wussy beta male he is," Glory said, gloating as she watched.

I had plans for her, too.

I hooked the waistband of Gretchen's panties and drew them off her ass. She kept herself toned and in shape. Her rump was delicious. I kept pulling down her panties, exposing more and more of the snowy rump before me. I shuddered as the MILF's trimmed, blonde bush came into view. A hunger rippled through me. My mouth salivated.

Juices clung to the silky strands. The swollen lips of her labia peeked through the curls. The woman was wet and eager for this. She craved it. Needed it. She yearned to be devoured. And I couldn't wait to feast on her. I would lick and lap. I would flutter my tongue through her folds and give her such rapture. She would howl at the top of her lungs.

My fingers duck into her rump as I leaned in. I breathed in, her spicy musk so strong. "Oh, God, I love the scent of a hot, wet cunt ready to be bred."

I felt the cameras on me as I was bent over, my rump thrust at them. My dick throbbed as it swayed between my thighs. My own juices trickled down my hard cock. Around the world, people were watching this moment on their Ultra HD 8K TV's, seeing my cream running down my shaft to the tip of my dick, gathering there with my precum.

They knew I was ready to fuck.

Gretchen moaned as I nuzzled into her married pussy and took my first lick. My tongue fluttered through her folds, teasing her. I gathered her juices. They coated my tongue. They were such a delicious flavor. I shuddered, letting her spicy flavor melt on my tongue. It was such a delicious pleasure to taste Henry's wife.

I fluttered my tongue through her folds. I licked and lapped at her juicy petals. I gathered more and more of her cream. Her silky bush tickled my face as she swayed from side to side. She rubbed her snatch against my hungry face while my fingers dug into her rump.

"Mmm, your wife's got such a hot pussy!" I moaned.

"Does she?" he gasped.

"You never go down on her?" I asked him. "You both are so selfish. You won't be after today, will you. You'll eat your wife's bred pussy. You'll worship her while she sucks on your dick. Then you'll fuck her. You'll be so close.

"Sex brings people together! Unites them!"

"I… I will," he groaned, his hands suddenly grabbing his wife's hair. He dug his fingers through her curls, shuddering as he fucked her mouth.

I loved it. I dove my tongue back into his wife's snatch. I licked and fluttered through her. I made her shiver and shudder. She gasped as she trembled. Her hips wiggled from side to side as my tongue swirled through her depths, teasing her silky walls.

Her juices coated my chin and cheeks. They leaked out of her. My nose pressed into her taint. She groaned as her husband fucked her mouth. Her pussy clenched about my tongue, her snatch growing hotter and hotter.

"I think your wife loves getting mouth-fucked!" I told him. "Mmm, her pussy's getting juicier and juicier."

"She… she just wants you to fuck her!" he groaned. "We talked about it so much. She wants to be bred by you so badly, but she stayed away. She didn't want to ruin my career. I insisted that she come tonight. I was lying to myself why.

"I wanted this! I wanted to be cuckolded by you!"

"Yeah, you did!" Glory moaned, her voice so throaty. I pictured her trembling as she gripped her podium, her pussy dripping juices as much as mine.

"I'm being cuckolded by Becky!" groaned Henry, his face twisting with passion. He fucked his wife's mouth harder.

She moaned and squealed. Then she came. Her husband's words, no doubt combined with my hungry tongue fluttering through her folds and caressing her clit, set her off. Her juices gushed out of her. They spilled into my hungry mouth.

I drank them down, the tip of my dick aching and throbbing as this hot wife creamed hard. Her ass clenched beneath my massaging fingers. She screamed out around her husband's cock. I loved the sounds. I gave this woman such pleasure.

Her husband might be the most powerful man in the Democratic party, but his wife burned for my cock to breed her.

I shuddered. I had to fuck her. Before the nation. I had to pump my futa-cum into her. My pussy clenched. I squeezed her trembling rump while my tongue plunged into her convulsing depths one final time.

A preview for the delight about to engulf my cock.

I lifted my face, her juices dripping off my chin. "Beg me to fuck your wife, Henry."

"Please, Becky!" he groaned. "Fuck my wife! Pound her! You have to plunge into her and make her cum! Put your futa-daughter into her belly!"

Those words were incredible to hear. Licking my chops, I rose. My futa-dick throbbed before me. They swayed back and forth, my tip dripping with precum. I swallowed, my heart screaming in my chest.

I lined up my cock at her pussy, nuzzling the tip into her silky curls. I trembled, my blonde hair swaying about my face. I threw a look over my shoulder. Amelia was squirming at her moderator's desk, both her hands plunged beneath it. The cameras were all locked on me, ready to capture this moment.

I was about to cuckold the Democratic party's candidate for president.

I looked up at him, his wife sucking furiously at his cock while she pushed back her hips, trying to swallow my girl-dick. My eyes met Henry's. He let out a groan of such wimpy, pathetic passion. His face contorted.

He came in his wife's mouth as he groaned, "Cuckold me!"

I heard his wife swallowing his cum, gulping down his seed as I thrust forward. I rammed into the hot, silky depths of her married cunt. Her snatch engulfed me. She welcomed me into her depths. I groaned as she enfolded me in her warmth. It was incredible. This moment of utter passion as I sank into her.

She moaned about her husband's cock. He shuddered, face red. Then he stumbled back, his cock popping out of his wife's mouth, throbbing half-hard before him. He dumped his load. He was done for a while.

But I could fuck.

"Oh, Henry, she's in me!" moaned the woman, her married cunt squeezing down on my cock. "She's going to breed me!"

"Yes!" he groaned. "Breed her!"

"I will!" I moaned.

"Yes!" Glory hissed.

I threw a look over my shoulder at the redheaded presidential candidate. She squirmed, biting her lower lip, her green eyes glassy as she stared at me drawing back my hips and withdrawing my cock. I slid through Gretchen's pussy, the silky friction transmuting into rapture that surged through my body.

I licked my lips and winked at Glory. She shuddered and groaned as I thrust into Gretchen. Glory's body bucked almost like she was imagining me ramming into her, that she was in the naughty wife's place getting fucked by me.

I thrust harder, my tits bouncing in my blouse. While the silky delight of plowing into married cunt flowed through me, my fingers were busy. I unbuttoned my blouse and bared my tits. I didn't bother with a bra. My round breasts, still firm and perky, bounced before me, my nipples hard.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck my wife," groaned Henry. He rubbed the tip of his cock, staring at Gretchen as she rocked on her hands and knees.

"She's fucking me harder than you ever did," groaned Gretchen, her pussy squeezing down on my dick. "Oh, Becky, your futa-cock is better than I ever imagined it would be. Ever since you first exploded on the scene during that UW game all those years ago, I imagined this."

"Eighteen years of frustrated masturbating finally satiated?" I asked, burying into her, my crotch smacking into her rump.

"Yes!" she moaned, her pussy clamping down on my cock. "I never thought I would get to enjoy you. Fucking you is like winning the lottery!"

"Uh-huh!" Glory moaned, that envy in her voice.

I shuddered, letting Glory stew a little longer. I flicked my gaze between her and my other opponent, reveling in this moment. My clit-dick plowed over and over into Gretchen's pussy, drinking in the silky delight of her cunt. My own snatch grew hotter and hotter, bringing my ovaries to that explosive boil.

Glory kept rocking, her face twisted with envious passion. She clutched at the podium. Beyond, her wife, one of my futa-daughters named Chelsey, watched. The girl was eighteen, the pair marrying over the summer. She looked vaguely like Katharyn, that girl I fucked in the bathroom my first day back to college.

What was she thinking seeing her older wife squirming and panting, staring at me with such hunger? Did my daughter find it hot? Did she know she was about to be cuckolded, too? My futa-dick throbbed as I buried deep into Gretchen's snatch, pleasure billowing through me.

"Glory!" I moaned.

"What?" she hissed, her face twisted with pleasure.

"Remember all those times I fucked you during the orgies?" I asked. "I remember. You loved them. Even as your belly grew rounder and rounder, you were in the middle of them. Licking my cum out of other girl's pussies, letting Hank or Kurt or even Chris fuck you when you couldn't get my cock."

"And?" she groaned.

"You always wanted my dick. You were always so eager for it." I shuddered, thrusting so hard into Gretchen's pussy. Her wiggling hips stirred her hot cunt around my dick. My snatch clenched, my pleasure growing. "You yearned for it."

"What's your point?" she demanded. "That was every girl at school. Dona, Katharyn, Kaelea, Young-Sook, Jacinda, the entire fucking Sigma Lambda Tau sorority. We all wanted you. So you're not going to embarrass me by bringing that up."

"But you still want me," I groaned, ramming my girl-dick deep into Gretchen's married pussy.

"Oh, she does!" panted Gretchen. "Why wouldn't she? You feel amazing in me, Becky! You're filling up my cunt."

"That's why you spent so much time mentoring my daughters. The moment they turned eighteen, you were ready to be their Mrs. Robinson, weren't you? That older woman to teach them about sex. To love them. You even married one."

"I love Chelsey!" she said.

"I know you do!" I groaned. "But you also craved my cock. You wanted it one more time. How many of my daughters have you fucked? A dozen? More?"

She swayed.

"Were any of them me?" I asked.

She shuddered, her face red.

I grinned. "They weren't, were they?"

"No, they couldn't be!" howled Gretchen, her pussy squeezing down so hard about my cock, increasing the wonderful friction. "Oh, Glory, they can't be. Not when Becky's dick feels this good. Not when she breeds you! Please, please, breed me!"

"Yes!" I groaned, turning away from Glory to stare down at Gretchen rocking back to me, her skirt thrust up around her waist, her blazer jacket wrinkling.

I felt Glory's eyes lusting after me. They were locked on me as I fucked deep and hard into Gretchen. The Republican senator groaned and panted. She let out such whimpering moans of envy as I buried deep into Gretchen's pussy.

My excitement shot through me. This was all so incredible. So wonderful. My eyes rolled back in my head at the incredible wave of heat rushing down my dick, firing from my ovaries. It reached the tip and exploded out of me.

"You're breeding me, Becky!" howled Gretchen as my futa-cum fired into her snatch.

"I am!" I howled, my pussy convulsing hard. My cream gushed hot down my thighs, staining them.

My head swayed as the pleasure boiled through my mind. It was incredible. My body shook. My tits heaved as the rapture slammed into my mind again and again. Gretchen's pussy exploded around my clit-dick. Her flesh writhed, celebrating my seed pumping into her still-fertile depths.

Henry groaned as I bred his wife. He kept massaging his dick. I loved it. I drank it in. I swayed as the pleasure melted my mind in rapture. I wanted to surrender to it utterly. To let it consume me.

But I had a presidency to win.

I ripped my girl-cock out of Gretchen's pussy. I stood up on shaking lets. My entire body trembled as I faced her. The pleasure boiled through me. The cream dripped down my thighs as I faced Glory, the Republican senators taring at my dick with such hunger.

"You want to fuck my cock again, don't you?" I demanded.

"Y-yes!" she moaned. "I do! I want it so badly. I'm so sorry, Chelsey. I love you, I do, but…"

"It's okay, honey," Chelsey said, my daughter trembling as she stared at me. "I understand. My mother's… the first."

I shook my futa-dick at Glory, cream flicking off the end. "Then I want you it, you have to lick my jizz out of Gretchen's pussy. Make your opponent's wife cum while I sodomize you before the world. He's my cuck, and you're my slut!"

"Yes!" Glory moaned and darted forward.

The redhead rushed across the stage, her fiery hair bouncing about her shoulders. She fell to her knees behind Gretchen and buried her face it on the married woman's pussy without hesitating. Just like in college, Glory fasted on a creampie I created.

Shuddering, I fell to my knees behind. Her I ripped up her skirt and yanked down her black thong. Her fiery bush was soaked with her juices. I didn't give her any foreplay. I didn't take my time teasing her. I had to fuck my opponent hard.

My left hand pulled on her left butt-cheek, exposing her sphincter. I lined up right at it, my dick soaked in Gretchen's pussy juices. My own cream ran hot down my thighs. I pushed the spongy tip of my futa-dick against Glory's asshole.

Sodomized her.

She squealed into Gretchen's pussy as I buried to the hilt in her asshole. I sank into the velvety heat of her bowels. That wonderful delight wrapped about my cock. I groaned as I plunged deeper and deeper into her. She engulfed me. Her heat wrapped about me. I groaned, my entire body shuddering as this wonderful pleasure seized my cock.

I moaned at the delight of sodomizing Glory. Her bowels were incredible. My heart thundered in my chest. My futa-dick throbbed in her bowels. I sucked in deep breaths. My hands clutched her hips as I drew back and then thrust into her velvety asshole again.

And again.

I fucked my opponent's rectum. She moaned into Gretchen's pussy, feasting on my cum as it gushed out of the married woman's mouth. Henry watched, fisting his dick, witnessing his wife utterly lost to the pleasure.

"Yes, yes, yes, eat my cunt!" moaned the elegant MILF. "Devour all that cum out of me! Ooh, that's my bred, married pussy you're eating, Glory!"

"It tastes so good!" the senator moaned, her asshole squeezing down on my dick. "Oh, yes, Becky!"

"You're just my slut, aren't you?" I growled.

"Your slut!" she moaned as I sodomized her hard.

My crotch smacked into her rump. That wonderful sound echoed across the stage. The cameramen all focused in on us, streaming our threesome to the world. Amelia groped her exposed tits now, her body shuddering in the throes of pleasure.

"Go, Mom, go!" shouted one of my daughters.

I smiled, picturing Lola fucking her fiancee Jen back stage. Danielle and Bethany would be sharing Gina or Carlita or one of the other interns for my campaign. Christina and Leah would be trying to focus on what I was saying, trying to ignore all the sex.

So much passion brimmed in the CNN studio. I groaned, fucking Glory as hard as I could. I plunged my girl-dick deep into her bowels. She moaned into Gretchen's pussy. My opponent feasted with such aplomb, kneeling on her hands and knees.

"Oh, Glory, yes!" Gretchen moaned. "You're going to make me cum, again. I can't believe it! Oh, Henry, a third orgasm!"

"Enjoy, honey," he panted, his hand fisting his dick. He'd recovered again. "Just explode!"

"Yes!" she moaned.

Gretchen shuddered. Glory's bowels clamped down on my plunging cock for a moment. I just knew the redheaded slut was lapping up a flood of spicy juices. The ache swelled at the tip of my dick. The velvety grip of Glory's tight asshole was bringing me closer and closer to eruption.

Henry grunted. His cum spurted feebly from his dick as he watched his wife collapse on the ground, her pleasures spent. Glory panted, her head hanging low, her fiery hair hiding her face as I fucked her from behind.

"Oh, my god, Becky!" moaned Glory. "Yes, yes, make me cum! I missed your cock so much! I missed being ass-fucked by you!"

"Then cum!" I moaned, holding back my orgasm, fighting that throbbing pressure at the tip of my futa-dick. "Show America you're my slut by exploding on my dick!"

"Oh, god, yes!" gasped Glory, her head snapping back. Red hair flew.

Her bowels spasmed about my dick.

"I'm your slut, Becky!" she howled. "I'm cumming so hard! Yes, yes, yes! Fire that jizz into my asshole! I love having your cum in me!"

I surrendered to the pressure.

I buried into her spasming bowels. Her hot, velvety flesh rippled about my cock. The stimulation rippled through me. This wonderful delight milked my cock. I shuddered, my pussy clenching as my ovaries surged to a boil.

The pressure at the tip of my cock exploded out of me. My head snapped back, my tits heaving as I came in her asshole. Pleasure shot through me. Stars burst across my vision. The ecstasy drowned my mind.

The cameras pushed in. They immortalized this moment. I had defeated both my candidates. I snapped a head around, waves of darkness washing across my vision, and focused on one of the cameras.

"America, this is my platform!" I howled as my cum pumped over and over into Glory's asshole. Her bowels milked me dry. "This is how I'll conduct my diplomacy. How the world will change! Through joy, not violence. Through passion, not anger.

"I promise you all, vote for me and we'll unite the world through love!"

My orgasm peaked in me. I fired my last blast of jizz into Glory's asshole.

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November 4th, 2036

"Congratulations, Becky. I concede," Henry Millner said. "The country's yours."

I hung up the phone, a stunned sort of giddy disbelief washing through me. My daughters, who had worked so hard for months, maybe even years, crowded around me. My eyes flicked from them. I smiled, so glad I had connected with them. They were all so giddy, a sea of faces that were all so similar to mine and all so different, sexy mergings of their mothers' and my features.

"Well?" Lola asked. My first daughter ever conceived had spearheaded this endeavor.

"Do you have my victory speech?" I asked her, the room spinning around me. I gripped the table in the hotel backroom where my victory party would be held.

My victory orgy.

"Yes!" Lola moaned. She whipped out a blue binder from her satchel. She thrust it at me. "You did it, Mom!"

"You're the president!" gushed Rebecca, my second daughter I ever conceived, created that same night as Lola.

That night this all started.

"I am," I said, tears falling down my cheeks. This immense weight buckled my knees. 330 million Americans were counting on me not to fuck this up.

As my daughters mobbed me, clutching to me, I knew I couldn't. I wouldn't. I had to be the best. I had to change the world. Maybe I was arrogant, but I became a futanari for a reason. Evolution had chosen me to be this new explosion of change.

Punctuated equilibrium, the scientist called it. When a species had become static, sometimes they needed a rapid change to breathe new life into them.

I would be that new life. That new change. I would give the world my all. I wouldn't hold anything back.

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April 17th, 2047

"When we return from our commercial break," Adelia said, staring into the camera, "we'll delve into Becky Woodward's two terms as President of the United States, especially those early diplomatic incidents that forever changed the world."

"You don't want to miss out on those," I said. "They're so kinky. Especially the fun I had with the President of Slovenia."

"We'll be right back," Adelia said. The cameras turned off.

I shivered, eager to talk about the last phase of my life, the part of my life I was most proud of. The interview nearly over. It had been an emotional few hours. I shifted on my seat knowing that I had made a difference for the world and for all those futa-daughters I conceived. I owed it to all of them to deliver a bright future.

The END of This Tale of the World's First Futa