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210. WFF Futa's Wild Presidency

The World's First Futa–Futa's Wild Presidency Chapter One: Futa's First Presidential Delight

The World's First Futa

Futa's Wild Presidency

Chapter One: Futa's First Presidential Delight

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Hermaphrodites/Female, Female/Female, Exhibitionism, Virgin, Interracial, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Creampie, Rimming, Orgy, Public Sex, Voyeurism, Ass to Pussy

Description: Becky, the world's first president, celebrates her ascendancy with an orgy thrown by her futa-daughters!

Description: The futa-president conducts wild diplomacy with the British Prime Minister.

Description: The world's first futa president enjoys some harem delight while visiting Saudi Arabia!

Description: President Becky, the world's first futa, engages in a wild bout of sexual diplomacy to win a key ally to her cause!

Description: The world's first futa cuckolds the wife of the Russian president while he delivers one huge surprise!

Description: After twenty-six years as a futa, has Becky finally found what she lost all those years ago?

April 17th, 2047

"Final segment," Adelia said, squirming. "Then I am taking you and your beautiful wife to dinner and then back to my place." She grinned. "How does that sound?"

"Like a lovely evening," I said, glancing at Sharron hovering just off-stage, her hands grasping her pregnant belly. I arched an eyebrow in question.

Her blue eyes sparkled as she nodded her head.

"Well, the wife agrees," I said. "It sounds like a great way to end my forty-eighth birthday."

Adelia laughed. "Even a futa needs to have her wife's permission before making plans, huh?"

"Yeah," I said, squirming. I stared out at the studio audience. Over three hours, and they were all still eager for this. I could feel them quivering out there, wanting my clit-dick, so envious that Adelia was interviewing me.

The caramel-skinned talk show host stretched for a moment as the producer called out, "Thirty seconds."

"Here we go," Adelia said. "Ooh, I could use a massage, too. Maybe I'll order one. I know this great place. Cute girls."

She winked at me.

"Happy ending included?" I asked.

"Of course." She frowned. "Should we talk about you signing the Prostitution Act into law?"

"I think we should focus on the creation of the united world government. I have some fun diplomatic stories. That bill, well, it was easy to pass. Glory Olson and Henry Millner got some great bi-partisan support behind it."

She laughed. "You made one your slut and cuckolded the other to win the presidency. I'm not surprised they became your allies."

"That's what I do," I said. "I bring people together."

"And we're live in five, four, three," the producer said before mouthing, "two, one."

The red lights on the cameras came on.

"Thank you for sticking around and watching all of our interview with President Becky Woodward," Adelia said. "If you missed the earlier part, the video will be free to watch on the streaming platform of your choice. We have one last segment to dive into Becky's unique diplomatic strategy."

I smiled at the camera, my blonde hair shifting about my shoulders. "That is the best way to put it. Though I prefer naughty."

Adelia's rich laugh echoed around me. "Mmm, it's definitely that." She patted my thighs, sending a wave of heat up my leg to my girl-dick. "But first, let's talk about that day you became president. Your inauguration day. The first futa president."

A smile grew on my lips. "It was a blur, to be honest. There was the rally and the parade. I really only remember catches of it."

"Like the surreal moment of your swearing in?" she asked.

"Yep, right after my vice president was sworn in, it was my turn."

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January 20th, 2037

"I do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States," I recited at noon, my term officially beginning. My hand rested on the Lincoln bible, feeling the weight of history of the man who kept America whole.

My daughter Christina picked it out. She was my analyst. Good at figuring out the right things to say or the right acts to do to resonate with the voters. I had won the election by a landslide. 73% of the popular vote, 100% of the electoral college.

Now I was the Forty-Eighth President of the United States.

Justice Meredith Ridley smiled as she pulled the bible away, handing it off to an aide. The National Mall exploded in cheers as I stood before the Lincoln Memorial. They were crowded around the Reflecting Pool to watch me, stretching out to behind the Washington Monument thrusting up like a massive cock into the sky. A big, phallic obelisk thrusting into the capital's air.

I liked it.

"Madam President," Justice Ridley said, a smoky look crossing her smooth cheeks. She wore her black robes, the youngest woman sitting on the Supreme Court. "May I…?" She arched her eyebrows, her eyes flicking down at my tight, gray pencil skirt, my cock bulging the front.

"You naughty judge," I said as tens of thousands cheered me on. "Of course you can."

My speech could wait. My followers knew what I was like.

With my new secret service protection detail around me, I hiked up my skirt. The cameras were recording this, streaming it out across the internet. All the major sites were carrying it live: Twitch, YouTube, iTunes, Disney, Hulu, Xfinity, and Netflix. I bet there were thousands of small commentators all speaking over the various feeds, discussing what I was doing.

I loved it.

Justice Ridley fell to her knees, the mature beauty staring up at me, her curly, brown hair tumbling about that motherly face. She tugged down my red-white-and blue panties—also Christina's idea—and groaned as my futa-cock plopped out, thick and hard. Bigger than any man's shaft.

"Ooh, my, yes," she moaned. I had already bred Justice Ridley a few months ago when I met her, but just because she wasn't in hyper-ovulation, didn't mean she wasn't horny for my girl-dick.

The Supreme Court Justice sucked the tip of my dick into my mouth. I groaned, knowing speakers carried my passion out to the watching crowd and to the country, to the world, watching the streaming broadcast.

"Mmm, she's making quiet the oral argument," I moaned.

A secret service agent gave me a smile. A big, burly man utterly immune to the lusts I inflamed in women.

I winked at him then shuddered as Justice Ridley bobbed her head, sliding her mouth up and down my cock. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as the pleasure rippled through me. My pussy clenched, my juices building and building in me.

I smiled, loving this delight. My heart pounded in my chest. It was amazing. My heart thundered. It beat with such a rapid thud-thud. I squirmed, my head shaking from side to side as I loved this pleasure surging through me.

"Oh, America, Justice Ridley is loving my dick. Mmm, she's got a good technique and…" A big smile crossed my lips. "She's using her fingers. She's stroking my pussy lips. Just teasing me."

The crowd cheered louder, screaming my name.

"BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!"

What an intoxicating sound to hear when having my cock sucked by a Supreme Court Justice.

"BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!"

I was the President of the United States. The leader of the free world. I would unite them, bring everyone together, just the same away I was bringing Justice Ridley and myself together. My futa-dick throbbed in her warm mouth. I was so eager for all the naughty diplomacy I would conduct.

My head swayed from side to side. My eyes fluttered as the justice stirred such pleasure in my cock. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. Juices dribbled down my thighs as her fingers stroked up and down my labia. That wonderful, sweet musk filled my nose. The scent of my own arousal.

"She's eager for my cum!" I moaned.

"BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!"

"She's going to get such a huge mouthful! I'm going to work with the Judicial and Legislative Branches of our government to get results like these!"

"BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!"

Justice Robert stared at me with her motherly, brown eyes. They brimmed with emotion as she sucked so hard. She worked her mouth up and down, pleasing me, driving me wild. I groaned, my breasts rising and falling in my silk blouse, my nipples tingling. Her fingers teased my labia.

Every one of the justice's sucks brought me closer and closer to erupting into her mouth. She was such a sexy MILF. Her tongue danced around my dick while her fingers explored my folds. She teased me, making my depths clench.

Then she thrust her fingers into me.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I howled. "Oh, she's bringing me closer and closer to erupting."

"BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!"

My pussy squeezed down on her probing digits while her mouth sucked and slurped on my cock. She made such naughty, obscene sounds. I loved them. My eyes rolled back in my head. I sucked in deep breaths, my heart thundering in my chest. I didn't want this to stop. I wanted her to keep pleasing me. To keep driving me wild.

I would spurt my jizz into her mouth. I would drown her with so much of my cum. Her fingers curled inside of me. She sucked harder at my girl-dick, her eyes squeezing shut. I gasped as she brushed my G-spot with her digits.

Her eyes shot open. She attacked my bundle of nerves.

"What a naughty judge!" I howled. "Oh, America, she's found my G-spot!"

"BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!"

"I'm going to cum! I can't take it. It feels so good! She's sending rapture flooding through me."

"BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!"

"Yes!"

"BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!"

My pussy convulsed. The rapture shooting from my G-spot shot straight to my ovaries. They electrified them in the depths of my snatch. I groaned, my girl-dick throbbing. Then my cum fired from them, spurting into the justice's mouth.

Ecstasy slammed into my mind. It fired from the tip of my cock and washed out of my convulsing pussy. She gulped down my cum while her fingers kept massaging my G-spot. I heaved and shuddered, my tits bouncing in my bra.

"Oh, my god, you're an amazing justice!" I howled.

"BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!"

"Drink all my cum! Such an American patriot!"

"BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!"

My orgasm peaked. I fired the last of the cum out of my girl-dick. The rapture consumed me. It left me dazed and reeling. I shuddered, riding high on not just my orgasmic bliss, but the adoration of my followers, and the knowledge I was now the President of the United States.

I could change the fate of the world. Build something better.

I would.

Everything blurred after that. I gave a speech while deflowering a virgin intern. I rode on a parade, waving at the crowds lining the streets of Washington D.C. waving American flags and flashing their lovely titties at me.

More speeches. Interviews. I felt more like a prize show dog being trotted around than the most powerful futa in the world. It was dizzying, bewildering, but still amazing. I drank it in. I didn't want it to end.

So many people crying my name. So many people wanting to love me. I could feel the passion and affection of the entire country, the world, focused on me. I promised them again and again how I would unite everything. How I would make peace in the world.

"Through joy, not violence. Through passion, not anger," I said time and time again. And I meant it.

Finally, I was brought the White House. My new home for the next four years, and maybe eight. It was such an incredible sight to witness, it's pristine outside lit up by the spotlights, driving back the January night.

"We did it, Mom," Lola squealed. The first futa-daughter I ever conceived, born to the first woman I ever screwed, had organized all of this. With Rebecca, the second daughter I'd ever conceived, Lola had formed the futanari party. She'd gathered her friends, a mix of normal girls and other futa-daughters she knew to create this movement.

I was unaware of it until I found out I was their nominee. That was back when I floated through life. It had barely been five months since then, and I was a changed person. I found a purpose once more. A mission that would transform the world and give my life meaning that all the sex I had over the last nineteen years couldn't provide.

"Ugh, I can't believe that the Prime Minister of England would say that," said Leah, my daughter with Professor Rider. Leah was my press secretary. She gave an angry toss of her strawberry-blonde hair.

"What?" I asked.

"Nope," Bethany, my morale manager, said. It was her job to keep my spirits up and find entertainment. She worked closely with another daughter, Danielle, to find interns, preferably virgins, for me to enjoy. "No more politics."

"But—" Leah started to say.

"Is it an emergency?" Bethany asked, arching an eyebrow. "A national catastrophe?"

Leah shook her head.

"Okay, no politics." Bethany smiled at me. "Because, Mom, I have arranged a party for us. Something for all of us to enjoy and celebrate this night. Whatever Phillipa Lockwood said can wait for tomorrow."

"A party?" I asked.

"An orgy?" groaned Danielle. She took after her mother, Dona, always ready to have fun.

"Yep!" Bethany said, clapping her hands together. She had such a wicked grin on her face.

Jen giggled. She wasn't one of my daughters, but one of my interns. She was also engaged to Lola. The pair made a cute couple. They were young and in love, just like I was with Kurt before everything changed and I grew my futa-dick. Her stomach was round with her pregnancy. She was nearly five months along, looking so sexy with her baby bump.

"I could use a party," Christina said, pushing up her glasses. "It's been a long day. I can't think any more."

"Yep, put that phone away and stop analyzing the press coverage of the inauguration," Bethany said. "We are on a media blackout. Unless World War III is happening, we are having fun."

My armored limo stopped before the White House. A man in a white suit, every one of the staff who worked in the White House were all navy personnel, opened the door. "Madam President."

I smiled and nodded at him as I sipped out. There were discreet guards lurking in the shadows around the entrance, Secret Service agents looking so tough and intimidating. There were more around, along with marines and more all dedicated to protecting little old me.

But who would want to hurt me? The world loved me.

Even husband loved me when I was breeding their wives.

I strolled into the White House, shuddering at the history around me. As tired as I was, I couldn't help but gawk at the rich furniture and the works of art hanging on the walls. Paintings and busts and tapestries abounded. I shivered as we moved into the West Wing. I smiled as I trod on the rich, blue carpeting that lead to the most famous office in the world.

The door gave it away. It was oddly shaped, too big for a normal door. Bethany darted forward and opened it up onto the curving sweep of the Oval Office. I shivered as I stepped inside, my heart trembling at this momentous occasion.

Then I groaned at the sight of the three girls perched on the large desk, made from the wood of the HMS Resolute, a gift from Queen Victoria. Each was nubile and lovely. The three would be naked save for the ribbons wrapped about their breasts and waists, the large bows obscuring their naughty bits. They preened at the sight of me, all beautiful in their own way.

"The first girl is Izzy Pendelton, Mom," Bethany said, pointing to the girl with the red ribbon wrapped about her. She had curly, brown hair and a freckled face that glowed with her excitement. "She came all the way from California to be here."

"Madam President," she said, her voice wavering with excitement.

I licked my lips in delight.

"Then the girl in the middle is Edwyna Wilson from New York," Bethany said.

Edwyna was a cute, Black girl with a light-blue ribbon wrapped about her ebony skin. She had a shaved head which gave her an even more exotic look, and lithe legs, her toes curling as she gave me such a hungry smile.

"And last we have Brianne Marlow from Louisiana," Bethany said, pointing to the redheaded wrapped up in the metallic-green ribbon. She had large breasts that quivered in the band of her wrapping, her blue eyes twinkling.

"They are for all of us to enjoy," Bethany said. "They're all virgins, too."

"Wonderful," I said, licking my lips. My eyes settled on girl number 1. She had freckles. Izzy was just too cute to pass up. Plus, she was a West Coast girl like myself. And West Coast was Best Coast.

I took Bethany's hand, squeezing it, then led my daughter to Izzy. The other two girls didn't look too disappointed as my other daughters swarmed in on them. Rebecca pulled Edwyna to her, kissing the Black girl hard on the mouth and Christina pulled on the ribbon hiding Brianne's large tits.

My girl-dick was hard when I stood before the trembling Izzy. Her freckled cheeks blushed bright as her brown eyes flicked from me to Bethany then back to me. She licked her lips and let out a little whimper.

"Mmm, you are just the cutest thing," I purred.

"Thank you, Madam President," she breathed. "Please, please, enjoy me."

I glanced at Bethany. "Shall we."

My daughter, her hair a goldener hue of blonde than my own, nodded. Together, we reached out and each took a different end of the ribbon wrapped about Izzy's breasts. We tugged. The bow knot whisked and came undone.

A pair of small, cute titties appeared, pink nipples hard. Izzy let out another moan. She leaned back on the desk, her shoulders wiggling, making her firm breasts wiggle in such an inviting manner. My mouth salivated.

With my daughter, we leaned over and latched onto Izzy's nipples.

"Madam President!" gasped Izzy. "Oh, Bethany, yes, yes!"

It was so wonderful to share this treat with my futa-daughter. To suck and nibble on Izzy's nipple and make the virgin squirm. She was eighteen, newly budded into womanhood, and ready to be fucked hard by the president one of the many first daughters.

My tongue swirled around the nub while Bethany planted small, sucking kisses. Izzy groaned and shivered. Her curly hair spilled about her shoulders as we pleasured her. I nibbled on her nub, loving the feel of it in my mouth.

As I sucked, my hands roamed her body. I slid down her slender waist and found the ribbon wrapped about her waist. I followed it, brushing the bow. It rustled as my hand searched for the end, eager to unwrap this wonderful gift my daughter had provide.

"Oh, wow!" gasped one of the girls, maybe Edwyna from the accent. "Oh, you're in me, Rebecca! Your futa-dick's in me!"

"Rebecca wasted no time in popping a cherry!" Lola cried out.

"Had to strike before Mom got her!" Rebecca moaned, her voice strained. My futa-dick throbbed, envying my daughter.

"So true!" Jen said. "Ooh, Lola, yes, yes, just slip into me!"

"So lame fucking your fiancee, Lola, when there are fresh cuties to enjoy," Danielle said.

"Ooh, it's not lame," panted my daughter. "She's so tight and silky. Just wonderful."

I pulled on the ribbon as my daughters' chatter rippled around me. The knot whisked undone. Then my hand found the virgin's pussy. Shaved. How delightful. Izzy gasped as I rubbed up and down her hot flesh, my fingers parting her tight slit and feeling her hymen.

Izzy quivered as I fingered her while sucking on her nipple. Her virgin twat felt so juicy. So delicious. I couldn't wait to enjoy her. I shivered, my futa-dick aching and throbbing, eager to penetrate her and make her squeal.

I lifted my face. "Mmm, hop off the desk. I want to eat your snatch, cutie."

"Yes, Madam President," she moaned.

"Ooh, go, Mom," Bethany said, lifting her own mouth from the virgin's other nipple. My blonde daughter gave me a wicked lick. "Eat her out."

"I plan on it," I moaned, my girl-dick throbbing in my panties.

I sank to the ground. Clothing rustled as I came face to face with Izzy's shaved snatch. Her juices glistened on her tight, plump vulva. Her clit just peeked out, looking so cute and pink and likable. She quivered above me, her firm titties quivering.

"Ever had someone eat out your pussy, Izzy?" I asked.

She nodded her head. "Some friends of mine at school. We would lick each other… so we could stay virgins and not loose it to the boys. We all just hoped… and then competition came up, and we all entered, but I won!"

"Yes, you did," I purred and leaned my face forward. "You're going to lose your cherry to a futa tonight."

"Yes, Madam President!" she groaned then gasped as my lips nuzzled into her virgin flesh.

My tongue fluttered through her juicy folds. I caressed her sensitive flesh, sliding through her folds and flicking her labia. She squeaked and shuddered at that. A smile grew on her freckled face. She squirmed as I played with her bud, swirling my tongue around it.

I sucked on her. She gasped, her body swaying. I nibbled on it, my hands gripping her slender thighs. The sound she made were so cute. My girl-dick throbbed in my panties. I savored this moment, loving this girl in the Oval Office.

"Madam President, yes!" she groaned. "Oh, that's wicked. Mmm, yes, I liked that. Just keep doing that and… Oh, yes!"

I sucked hard on her clit. Her body bucked. Her small tits quivered as I loved it. Her spicy juices spilled cover my chin and ran down my throat. It was so exciting to give this girl what she craved. To drive her to her orgasm.

Then she gasped. She threw a look behind her. Her body shifted, her pussy pressing tighter. Knees brushed mine. Someone was kneeling behind her. Then Izzy let out a squeal of delight, her back arching. I heard another wet sound.

"Mmm, Izzy, you have such a tasty asshole," Bethany purred.

I smiled, my daughter was licking the girl's asshole, and I was devouring her pussy.

I fluttered my tongue up and down Izzy's folds, watching the virgin gasp and quiver. Her body shook. Her curly, brown hair danced about her head as the pleasure coursed through her. She rubbed at her belly as more and more of her spicy juices poured down my chin.

Bethany made such naughty sounds as she rimmed and ate out the virgin's asshole. My daughter feasted with the same hunger I felt. This was so amazing to share this girl with her. For us both to pleasure.

"Madam President!" Izzy moaned. "Bethany! You're both… Oh, you're both making me feel so naughty!"

"Mmm, good," groaned Bethany. "Cum on my mom's face. Shower her in your pussy juices."

"Yes, yes, yes," Izzy groaned.

I sucked on her clit.

She gasped in rapture.

Spicy juices bathed my mouth and chin. They poured over my features. It was a wonderful treat to enjoy. I reveled in this moment, my tongue licking and gathering up all the cream I could. I gulped it down, my hips wiggling from side to side as the pleasure burned through me. My eyes squeezed shut as I feasted.

I reveled in this. I devoured her, lapping up all the spicy juices I could flooding out of her. Izzy's moans joined the other sounds of passion echoing through the Oval Office. My daughters loving the other girls, fucking them, celebrating what happened today.

"Madam President!" Izzy moaned, her voice so throaty. "I need more. Please, please, I need to be fucked!"

"Yes!" I groaned and bounded to my feet, my breast bouncing in my blouse. My dick was so hard. It tented my skirt, thrusting out, eager to be enjoyed. I glanced down at Bethany. She'd stripped naked, her cock hard. She licked her lips.

An idea popped into my head.

I grabbed Izzy's shoulders and turned the girl. My cock nuzzled into her rump, my nipples feeling the heat of her back through my silk blouse. I rested my chin on her shoulder, loving how she squirmed her cute butt against my bulging girl-dick.

"Mmm, look at my daughter," I said. "She's cute, isn't she?"

"Yeah, Madam President," the girl said.

"Now, would you do me a favor and help me thank her for everything she's done for me?" I asked. "Will you give her your cherry?" I slipped my hands around her and cupped those firm titties. They were small handfuls, her nipples hard.

She sucked in a shuddering breath.

"My daughter deserves something nice, don't you think?" I continued. "Can't you help her out and just sink down on her? Won't you impale that pussy right on her girl-dick and make her day?"

Bethany whimpered.

"I can do that, Madam President," Izzy said. "I will do that."

"Good, good," I said. "Mmm, I knew you were such a wonderful thing."

"Wow, thanks, Mom," Bethany said, her voice bursting with awe. "I mean… You're the best."

Such motherly affection pounded in my chest. I was so happy that my daughter was getting to experience this pleasure. She deserved such joy. I stepped back from Izzy and watched her cute rump as she sank down.

While I stripped, Izzy lost her virginity. She squealed in delight as she impaled herself down my daughter's clit-dick. Bethany gasped in delight, clutching at Izzy's waist. I smiled, so glad my daughter could enjoy this. It was so hot to watch.

Then Bethany worked up and down my daughter's cock. It made me so hard. I stripped out of my clothing, freeing my breasts. My blonde hair danced about my shoulders. Then I shoved down my skirt and stepped out of it. My panties came next, the gray silk sliding off my hips. I groaned as I freed my girl-dick, my shaft bouncing before me. It was such a treat.

I stared at Izzy's cute rump as she worked her pussy up and down my daughter's cock. That butt was just delicious. It made my cock so hard. I knelt down behind her, pressing the tip of my dick into her lower back. As she rose up, the crack of her ass swallowed my dick.

"Oh, Madam President," Izzy groaned as she looked at me over my shoulder. "Ooh, are you going to fuck my asshole."

"Uh-huh!" I said. "I still want one of your cherries."

She smiled as she slammed down my daughter's shaft, my cock sliding out of her crack. I shivered at that wondrous feel, my dick drinking in the silky caress of her skin. I groaned and forced my cock downward, plunging between her butt-cheeks. Her hot crack engulfed my spongy crown. Pleasure flowed up it.

I went lower and lower until I found that naughty hole. Her puckered sphincter. She whimpered, her lithe back arching, her brown hair sweeping about her shoulders. I circled my cock against her velvety entrance, eager to bury into her.

"Madam President!" she gasped as I pressed forward. "Oh, wow, that's… Yes!"

Her squeal echoed over the other moans through out the room. My daughters were enjoying the other girls or, in Lola's case, Jen. They were fucking, enjoying themselves, celebrating my victory the same way I was.

My girl-dick sank deeper and deeper into Izzy's asshole. Her velvety bowels engulfed my cock. She squeezed around them. The pleasure was incredible. It had my eyes rolling back in my head as I went deeper and deeper into her.

"Yes, yes, yes, Madam President!" she groaned. "Oh, this is so wild!"

"We're fucking her," Bethany moaned. "Oh, we're both fucking her!"

"Yes!" I groaned, so glad I could share this virgin delight with her.

I seized Izzy's tits, massaging those firm mounds. I pressed my own softer breasts into her back. My nipples drank in the feel of her skin as I drew back my hips. Her bowels clung to my shaft with a velvety grip that sent pleasure shooting through my mind.

I groaned, reveling in every moment of this. It was so amazing. It was a bliss that I didn't want to stop. I wanted to keep feeling this delight. I pumped away at her. I slammed my cock into her tight depths, reveling in the feel of her bowels about me.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Izzy moaned. "Ooh, that's it. That's what I love. Just do that. Ram into me!"

"I am!" I groaned. "I'm fucking you so hard. Ooh, yes, yes, yes!" My head tossed back and forth. It was incredible. The pleasure surged down my shaft. My eyes widened. My pussy clenched. I plowed into her, her bowels squeezing down on my cock. "I'm going to spurt so much jizz into you."

"Do it!" she gasped. "Both of you! I want both of you hot futas cumming in me!"

"We will, Izzy!" Bethany panted. "Just keep working that hot, tight cunt up and down my dick. Oh, yes, I'll fire so much jizz into you. You'll drown in it."

"Mmm, that sounds hot!" I hissed, my crotch smacking into Izzy's rump. "Doesn't it?"

"Yes," the girl gasped.

Her bowels were a velvety heaven gripping my dick. Every thrust into her brought me closer and closer to my explosion. I swayed, the heat burning through my mind. I grunted and groaned. The pleasure shot through me. It was this wondrous thing. This amazing delight. I was so glad I could experience this. My eyes rolled back into my head.

My nipples throbbed against her back, drinking in her sensual skin. She squirmed and writhed, fucking us, working her holes up and down our clit-dicks. Her bowels squeezed and relaxed, increasing that velvety delight, bringing me closer and closer to exploding.

Then she gasped. Her body heaved between back into me. Her bowels rippled about my dick as I thrust into her. She threw back her head, her hair caressing my face as she squealed out in utter rapture. A sound so wonderful to hear from a woman.

"I'm cumming!" she moaned. "Oh, yes, yes, I'm exploding on your cocks!"

"You are!" Bethany groaned.

"Uh-huh!" I gasped, slamming my dick deep into her bowels. "Let's flood her!"

"Oh, god, I am!" howled Bethany.

My dick spurted hot cum as I drew back in. I shuddered, the jizz erupting out of me as I buried back into the depths of Izzy's writhing bowels. Her flesh milked me while the pleasure slammed into my mind. That wonderful, dizzying rush that had me swaying from side to side.

Our moans mixed with others. Such naughty sounds abounded. My head swam. The oval office spun around me for one rapturous moment as my orgasm peaked. Then I crashed hard, my pussy spasming, juices flowing out of me.

"Ooh, yes, yes, yes," squealed a girl. "Oh, you got it all out of me."

"Mmm, I did," moaned Rebecca. "Mom, mom, come breed Edwyna. I licked all my cum out of her pussy. She's all yours."

"Ooh, yes," Edwyna groaned. "Please, come breed me, Madam President."

The Black girl shuddered, her fingers flexing as she reached out for me. Her round breasts heaved, her thighs spread wide. Rebecca moved out of the way, panting, her face flushed. She had her half-brother's grin, so big and friendly, her eyes the same shade of blue as Kurt's.

Then I saw that broken-in pussy, pink depths spread wide surrounded by Edwyna's dark flesh. The Black girl shuddered, smiling at me. She looked so exotic with her head shaved. It was a look that transformed her into a sensual goddess.

I crawled to the eighteen-year-old, eager to enjoy her. My dick swayed, still throbbing from Izzy's asshole. Edwyna grabbed my shoulders pulling me to her. She licked her lips, her brown eyes glassy with lust.

"You know where my dick just was?" I asked.

"Izzy's butthole," she moaned. "I don't care, Madam President. I just want you to sink your dick into me. I want to have your baby." She shuddered. "Please, please, breed me."

"I'd love to," I groaned as she rubbed my cock against her juicy pussy.

I slid into Edwyna's depths as my ivory breasts pressed into her ebony tits. Her arms encircled me, pulling me tight as she welcomed me into her depths. I shuddered, so glad I could unite with her, bringing together everyone from all walks of lives and backgrounds.

I wanted us to be united just like Edwyna and I were.

Her pussy clenched around my girl-dick, polishing my dick clean of Izzy's asshole. Her hips undulated. She stirred me up as I pumped away at her. Every thrust into her depths cleaned my cock more and more. It sent such a depraved lust through me.

It was such an incredible delight to experience her pussy clenching around my dick, polishing my shaft with her juicy twat. I groaned into her mouth, kissing her with such hunger. I thrust my cock in and out of her, reveling in the heat of her snatch.

It was amazing. She shuddered beneath me, kissing me with such a hungry need. Our nipples caressed as our bodies rubbed together. Her snatch clenched around my girl-dick. While our bodies undulated and writhed together.

Around us, my daughters were having fun.

"Ooh, yes, yes, yes, you got a juicy snatch, Izzy," groaned Danielle. "Mmm, you like getting fucked doggy style"

"I do!" Izzy moaned. "Ooh, that feels different. I like having sex with futas!"

"I know, we rock," Danielle moaned. A loud smack echoed. "Mmm, yes, wiggle that cute rump."

I shuddered, thrusting harder into Edwyna's cunt. Our lips danced together. Our bodies heaved, nipples caressing. Every kiss of our nubs shot rapture down to my pussy. To my ovaries. They brimmed in cum. They were bursting to unload in her depths and breed her.

"Oh, I love it when you lick your cum out of me, Lola," Jen moaned.

I caught a glimpse of the girl's pregnant belly heaving as she squirmed.

"Mmm, I taste so good in your bred pussy," Lola answered. "I'm getting hard again."

"Then you'll have to fuck me and make another yummy creampie to devour!"

They were such a wonderful, loving couple. I loved the sounds they made as I pumped away at Edwyna's pussy. I slammed into her, my cock sliding in and out of her juicy snatch. She had cleaned my dick by now, buffing it clean and bringing me closer and closer to erupting.

"Wow, you have such an amazing asshole!" groaned Christian. "Wow, Brianne, that's just so hot. Ooh, yes, yes, yes, squeeze your bowels around my dick."

"Mmm, this is so hot," moaned Brianne. "I have Leah's cum running out of my pussy while you fuck my asshole."

"You drained me dry," groaned Leah. "I'm not like Mom. I just can't fuck and fuck."

"Let me suck you to get you hard," Brianne said. "I want to taste my pussy on your dick."

"Yes!" Leah groaned.

All these sounds of my daughters loving the other girls was so hot. It made me thrust so hard into Edwyna's pussy. I broke my kiss with her, gazing into the passionate depths of her eyes. Her hands gripped my rump, fingernails biting into me.

"I'm going to flood your cunt with so much jizz!" I panted. "Mmm, it's going to be leaking out of you."

"Oh, yes, do that!" she groaned. "Knock me up! Breed me! I want your daughter so badly!"

I nuzzled my nose against hers as our bodies worked together towards that same goal. Her silky cunt slid along my pussy, the friction building the pressure at the tip of my dick. Every thrust brought me closer and closer to exploding into her. To flooding her with my cum.

I groaned, my pussy clenched as I rammed into her depths. My ovaries brimmed with my seed. She gasped, her fingernails biting into my rump. Then her cunt went wild about my cock. Her pussy walls spasmed and massaged me.

"Madam President!" she moaned, bucking beneath me, her orgasm spilling across her face. "Now! Now!"

I thrust harder into her, faster. My ass clenched beneath her kneading fingers. Her climaxing pussy sucked on my girl-dick. My ovaries felt the pressure. They grew tighter and tighter, my cum building and building in them.

"Oh, damn," I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. "Shit!"

"Breed me, Madam President!" howled the girl.

My eyes widened as I thrust into her cunt. I was the President of the United States, and I was giving my constituent what she craved. My thick futa-cum spurting into her fertile depths. A wave of heat washed over me.

I buried into her, staring into her dark eyes. My girl-dick throbbed. The tip swelled. My ovaries tightened. My pussy convulsed. I gasped as my orgasm burst in the depths of my cunt and rushed up my futa-cock to that aching tip.

My jizz fired into her. Hot spurts of my cum flooded into her fertile depths. I groaned and she gasped. Her fingernails bit hard into me as she shuddered beneath me. Her snatch writhed about my cock.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she howled. "Oh, Madam President, that's incredible. You're spurting in me. You're flooding me with all your cum."

"I am!" I moaned, the heat burning through my thoughts. "Oh, wow, Edwyna. This is… I just… Wow."

"Uh-huh," she groaned, her eyes fluttering. "Mmm, this was incredible."

"So incredible," I purred.

"Oh, Madam President!" howled Brianne. "I need you to breed me, too!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm almost done with her asshole!" shouted Christina. "Yes!"

I shuddered. Edwyna giggled beneath me. She nuzzled against me then her lips met mine. I shuddered atop her body, kissing the Black girl with such delight. I savored this moment, my pleasure buzzing through my body.

Then I pulled out of her. I had other constituents to breed. Izzy and Brianne both needed, deserved, a load of my cum to fire into their pussies. And I should give it to them. I would fuck them both so hard. I would make them erupt.

Brianne rode my dick, her big tits heaving as she bounced up and down my dick cock.

"Yes, yes, yes, Madam President!" she howled, her Southern Accent sounding so sexy. "Please, please, cum in me! I need it! I want your baby!"

How could I deny her?

I pumped my cum into Brianne's body. The redhead's pussy spasmed with such an intensity about me. She milked me dry while she had the biggest grin on her face. I groaned, my body buzzing in rapture as she fell back.

Jen ate out my cum from her while Lola fucked her fiancee's pregnant pussy from behind.

Izzy needed me. She waned me to fuck her bent over my desk. "The full Oval Officer experience!" she moaned, wiggling her hips. "Breed me here! Where history is made."

I did. I fucked her hard. I pounced her pussy, savoring how tight she still was. She gasped and moaned, my tits heaving above me. She came fast. Her pussy milked my dick with a hungry passion for my seed.

I left her dripping with my cum.

That wasn't the end. I still had more to go. My daughters may not have my stamina, but I did. I pulled Izzy down on me, eating my cum out of her while Edwyna impaled her tight asshole on my dick. She worked herself up and down my shaft, gasping and moaning and crying out in delight.

It was incredible. It was the best way to celebrate my inauguration day.

"I hope this is a tradition!" I groaned after cumming in Edwyna's tight asshole.

"Maybe," Brianne said right before she engulfed my dirty cock in her hungry mouth, sucking with such a wicked delight.

As the orgy wound down, sometime after midnight, I still felt myself keyed up. I had this eager excitement still coursing through me. I sat down naked at my new desk, the leather of my comfortable seat—and it was one of the most comfortable I had ever sat in—sticking to my flushed flesh. I smiled as I ran my fingers across the English oak surface of the desk.

This was all mine.

"Danielle," I said, I was curious about what Phillipa Lockwood said about me. I was planning my first diplomatic trip abroad next week, meeting with one of the U.S.'s closest allies. I wanted to be ready for it. "What was that about Lockwood you wanted to tell me early."

"Hmm." Danielle lifted her head from Brianne's big tits. My daughter blinked blurry eyes. "Oh, right. Just a moment."

I squirmed as she dug around in a her satchel. Then she navigated through the passed out bodies sprawled across the floor. I leaned forward in my chair, ready for my first briefing as the President of the United States.

"You're not going to like it, Mom," Danielle said as she handed over a tablet across my desk. "It's going to make next week… interesting."

I tapped the screen to start up the video, an achieved video from Sky News. I frowned.

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April 17th, 2047

"What a kinky way to celebrate your first day in office," Amelia said, fanning her face. "Mmm, though I doubt any of us are surprised."

"Well, I am sure the archived recordings of my oval office 'meetings' are all over the net," I said. "I had no problem releasing them."

"No, no you didn't," breathed Amelia. "Now, you mentioned in that story how Danielle brought up the words of Phillipa Lockwood, the then prime minister of England."

"She's going to be in my cabinet when we get the new government ready," I said. "Heading up the world bank."

"Yes, yes," Amelia said. "But back then she didn't have flattering things to say about you, did she?"

"Oh, no she didn't," I said. "I was really looking forward to my first trip to England to meet her."

"We have a clip of her infamous words," Amelia said. "Let's roll it and hear Becky's reaction."

To be continued…

The World's First Futa–Futa's Wild Presidency Chapter Two: Futa's First English Delight

The World's First Futa

Futa's Wild Presidency

Chapter Two: Futa's First English Delight

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Hermaphrodite/Females, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, Menage, Hot Wife, Cheating, Creampie, Oral Sex, Interracial, Breeding, Anal Sex

April 17th, 2047

Adelia played the clip. It appeared on a large screen on the side of her studio. The audience grew hushed as the Sky News logo appeared with a reporter, a brown-skinned man with a close-shaved beard and, I supposed, a chiseled chin.

"Prime Minister Lockwood had a few bold words to say about the ingratiation of President Becky Woodward today," he said in that posh, British accent. It gave him more of an authoritative tone. "She was speaking before parliament in the wake of the first ever election of a futanari—the world's first futanari—to the highest office in the United States."

The screen cut to Phillipa Lockwood. She looked not much different then she did when I saw her yesterday, her face a little younger, her lips a little fuller. She stood before a podium in a gray pantsuit, a pink scarf about her neck giving a spot of color to her. She stood tall, her blonde hair pulled back into a bun.

"I am announcing before parliament and our mighty nation, that I will not be a doxy for the lusts of the American's new president." Her blue eyes flashed from right to left as she surveyed the crowd behind the camera, her diction precise. "I will not be her whore. If she thinks she will conduct diplomacy between the U.S. and the U.K. in the bedroom, then she is sorely mistaken. Now, all women are driven into a state of an amplified sex drive, eager to be a slattern for the sex-starved hussy whom the Americans have chosen for their leader."

I arched an eyebrow. Even now, my blood boiled.

"To prevent myself from being a slave to my uterus, I am taking an experimental drug to suppress my sex drive. For so long as she is in office, I will be immune to the whorish lusts she inspires in other women. She will have to negotiate with me honestly like adults, not like a pair of sex-mad students pawing each other in the back of their parents' Ford Prefect!

"I will show Becky Woodward how a female leader conducts herself. Not as a whore, but a person with self-worth!"

"Bold words from our prime minister," the anchor said, the feed cutting back to him. "Now we go to—"

The footage ended.

Adelia turned to me, her caramel face looking serious. I shifted in the seat, my heart pounding. "Bold words indeed."

"Yes, to think she believes a woman who enjoys the pleasures of her body has no self-worth." I smiled. "I had to educate her. I spoke with my advisers, and we devised the perfect away to deal with her. Christina researched the drug while Bethany and Danielle came up with our attack plan.

"I would show her that being a whore was a wonderful thing in the world while her entire country watched on."

"You never did put up with BS," Adelia said, a smile growing on her lips.

"Not even from America's greatest ally."

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January 29th, 2037

"The arrangements are finalized, Mom," Bethany said as my limo drove us through the streets of London past the cheering crowds lining the sidewalks. Many held American flags, waving them alongside the U.K.'s banner. Others held up pictures of me or signs showing their support of me and condemnation of their prime minister.

"These have plenty of worth!" a woman had written across her large, pillowy breasts. She shook them at me as we passed, violating the decency laws of her country.

"Good, good," I said, smiling at Bethany.

My daughters were all in the limo with me, my core team. They were joined by my intern Jen, her engagement ring glinting on her finger. I couldn't wait for her wedding to my daughter Lola.

"And she was amendable?" I asked.

"More than amendable," Bethany answered.

Danielle, her sandy-blonde hair spilling in a wild splash down the right side of her head, gave a wicked smirk. "Oh, she sounded like she was gagging for this. I don't think she's happy one bit with Lockwood's decision."

"I know I wouldn't be," Leah, my press secretary, said. "I hope this works, Mom, or it will be quite the embarrassment."

"Me, too," I said.

"This will work, Mom," Christina said, pushing up her glasses. Even though she was only Chris's adopted daughter, not his biological one, she had picked up so many of the nerdy guy's mannerisms. I was glad he was a wonderful father to my daughter. "All the literature says this will do it."

"Good, good," I said.

"Did you go over the comments I prepared," Lola asked. She was my speech writer.

"I did. There's one I am really hoping to use. The uterus one."

Lola beamed at me. My eldest daughter, though only by a few hours, had skill as an author. Though eighteen, she was a brilliant girl. They all were. I was the luckiest person to have so many wonderful daughters. And this was just a small fraction of them. There were so many more out in the world.

Tens of thousands. Hundreds of thousands. And they were coming of age. Glory Olson announced she was pregnant right before I left, and she married on my daughters back in August. I didn't feel any where near old enough to be a grandmother.

I was only thirty-seven and still hot. I didn't have wrinkles or any gray to my hair. It was still my natural blonde.

"Okay, we're getting close," Rebecca said. She was my chief of staff, the daughter who did the organizing. "You can do this, Mom."

"Oh, yes, you can," Bethany said. She kept up morale. She nodded her head, her face beaming with joy.

Jen giggled. "You do got this, Mom."

"Mom?" I asked her.

She blushed and cuddled up to Lola. "Well, in a few months you'll be my mother-in-law."

I smiled at her. "I can't wait. You'll be so beautiful in white."

"We both will," Jen said, squirming against Lola.

The cheers grew louder and louder. I was meeting the Prime Minister in Trafalgar Square before a huge audience. I glanced out the windows, smiling as a young man flipped up the blouse of the woman with him. He held a sign in his other hand that said, "Breed my wife, Madam president."

They were a lovely pair of breasts. I wish I could. But I had to meet with Phillipa Lockwood and deal with her attitude problem. She had to understand that I would unite us one way or another. After today, America and United Kingdoms would be as close as two nations could be. She would have my baby, binding us together.

The first step towards my dream of a united earth. Everyone happy and loving and living in peace.

Police held back the crowds of enthusiastic young women. They were more women. Topless, eighteen-year-old girls with firm, young breasts who were standing next to hot, mature cougars shaking their pillowy mounds at me. Despite the January chill, a plethora of tits flashed at me, nipples hard.

I groaned as we passed a block of girls all flashing their asses at me, their pussies shaved, peeking between their thighs. They wiggled them at my limo. A few had words written on their butt-cheeks: "Fuck me here, Becky!" and "Breed my pussy, Madam President!"

"I wish I could," I groaned, my girl-dick so hard.

"Uh-huh," Danielle moaned, her face pressed against the window. "Damn, they are friendly here in England. We're going to get so much pussy, Bethany."

"So much," Bethany moaned.

Even Christina let out a whimpering moan of eager delight.

The police escort brought us around the square. It was full of people. A sea of supporters. A cheer rose through them. It thundered around my limo. I straightened, beaming in delight. I loved it. All these shining faces. They weren't my responsibility, technically, but I wanted to make a future bright for the English as well as for my fellow Americans.

Finally, the limo reached the end of the square, passing through a cordon of British police wearing their florescent vests, their bobby caps on their heads. They looked gentler than the police back in the States, not as tough or ferocious.

A secret service agent named George opened my limo, a tall man, shoulders broad, body thick with muscles. He had an ear piece and RayBan sunglasses on in addition to his cheap suit. He nodded to me, holding out his hand.

I took it, stepping out in my tight pencil skirt and low-cut, pink blouse. The crowd's thundering cheers swept around me, embracing me like a lover. I shivered as I mounted the stage to where Phillipa Lockwood waited, her face tight. She wore a red-brown pantsuit today, her hair in that tight bun, making her look even older.

Though her face was still smooth and lovely. She was young to be a prime minister, two or three years my junior.

Warmth billowed up around me. The stage floor was heated, keeping the area safe from the frigid January that gripped the rest of the city. Those women flashing their tits and pussies at me were brave. I loved this technology. It meant I could have my fun in public and not worry about my cock being too cold to get hard.

And that would spoil all my fun.

I sauntered across the heated stage, smiling and waving to the crowd. Women pressed on the cordon of police, screeching in delight like I was one of the Beatles and not a politician. I shivered, my futa-cock tenting the front of my skirt. I paused, blowing them a set of kisses.

Phillipa's jaw set.

I reached her a few steps later. "Madam President," she said, extending her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Not yet it's not," I said, giving her a wink while taking her hand, feeling her delicate fingers.

They were cold. I studied her. She had not a hit of lust to her. Her cheeks didn't go pink. Her eyes weren't dilated. Her body didn't shudder. Her nipples weren't dimpling the white blouse she wore beneath her blazer. The medicine worked.

For now.

"There won't ever be the sort of pleasure you're insinuating," she said, her voice low. She was smiling like she wasn't as angry as a nest of wasps who just got stepped on. "I won't be a slattern with you."

"Well, that's fine," I said. I turned to the microphones set up. The cameras were rolling. "Thank you, thank you for your warm, and even naughty, welcome."

A squeal raced up from the women pressing on the cops. A few flashed their tits at me, crying out for me to breed them. Their arms were outstretched, fingers twitching as they bounced and jiggled. Some of them were my age. Older.

"Your prime minister has made it quite clear that she won't be my slut."

A great boo rumbled from the crowd. Phillipa bristled beside me.

"And that's okay," I said, glancing at her. "You can keep your uterus free of my seed. I don't enslave anyone. I want people to voluntarily unite with me. To come together with me and love me as we build something new. Something fresh.

"People like your wife, Phillipa."

Phillipa blinked. Her forehead furrowed.

"I know the U.K. is proud to have their first lesbian prime minister," I said, pausing as a cheer burst through the crowd. "However, Phillipa's lovely wife, Maurice, is not happy at all having a frigid woman in her bed. No sex drive for Phillipa means no sex for the poor woman either."

"What are you doing?" Phillipa demanded ,her face tight.

"Why, just telling them about how your decision impacts the person you love," I said. I shook my head. "No sex for the next four years at least? Maybe eight if I win re-election. That's a cruel thing to do to your wife."

"She's fine with it."

"Is she?" I asked her, feeling the crowd watching in rapt attention. What did they think was happening up here? A soap opera playing out for them live? "Or is she frustrated with you for making the decision for her."

"We made it together," she said. "What are you doing? This should at least be held in private, not before the entire world."

"But shouldn't the world know that your wife wants to be bred by me?" I asked. "That she's desperate to have a daughter. A daughter from a woman."

"Stop this!" Phillipa snapped. "My wife is a private citizen. She's not a part of any politics. You can't do this."

"Surely you watched the debates," I said, my futa-dick throbbing. "Surely you understand that this is how I conduct diplomacy. After all, it's why you took that foolish pill and killed all the passion in your life.

"And that's sad, because you could be sharing that passion with me. With your wife. You could join in the fun."

"Fun?" Her eyes narrowed. "What fun."

My fingers seized the fabric of my tight skirt and drew it up my thighs. I exposed more and more of my flesh. A moan rose from the women up front. It rose with my skirt in pitch, becoming more and more feverish until I unveiled my red-white-and-blue panties to the world, my cock cradled in them, hard and erect.

Feminine moans surged over me. The police fought to keep the horde of horny women at bay while I faced the British prime minister. Her eyes flicked down then back up. Not a hint of lust in them. Not a lick of her lips. Even women who were infertile felt something even if they didn't go in heat.

This drug was impressive. What if Christina was wrong?

"I already told you, my uterus won't be a slave to your futa-seed." She smiled at the cameras. "But show the world how you act, President Woodard. Let them all see how your nothing more than a slag with a huge cock aching to fuck. You have no self-control at all."

"Oh, I have self-control," I said, itching to slap her face. "But I don't see the need to deny myself my pleasures."

I shoved my panties down. My futa-cock popped out, bouncing and throbbing before me. The women shrieked. A tidal wave of passionate need washed over me. My girl-dick twitched to my heartbeat, my pussy juices dribbling down my thighs.

"Really?" asked Phillipa. "Keep embarrassing yourself. I am not going to fuck your cock. I won't even give you a quick handjob. This is such a waste of time. You're going to lead your country to disaster."

"I'm going to elevate the world with love!" I said. "And besides, you're not the person who's going to suck my cock."

"Who?" she asked. "One of those virgin skanks you fuck during rallies?"

"She's going to fuck me, Phillipa," a quiet voice said, almost drowned out by the passionate cheers of the crowd.

Phillipa's face went ashen. She whirled around to see the naked woman with coffee-brown skin, her breasts round and firm, mounting the stage. The woman was just crossing into her thirties, her youthful twenties still shining about her. She fidgeted, rubbing her right hand up her left arm, her tits quivering. She had a round face and dark eyes, her nose cute above her plump lips.

"M-Maurice," Phillipa stammered at the sight of her naked wife.

"I'm sorry, Phillipa," Maurice said, her English accent melodic and thick, giving the Black girl an even more exotic feel. My girl-cock throbbed before me. "But I'm just not going to suffer four years of no sex just so you don't get fucked by Becky."

"But I have to be a symbol," Phillipa protested as her wife advanced.

"I know," Maurice said. "I get that, but… I want her so badly. Why don't you? Before you took those blasted pills, I bet you did."

"It's not proper," Phillipa said. "What's she's doing… Who she is… Who I am… It's just not the way things should be done."

"Wouldn't it be better though?" she asked. "Imagine if leaders of nations made love instead of fought. If they came together in the bedroom, their bodies heaving together, united in mutual passion. Imagine the understanding that could be gained."

I smiled, nodding my head in complete agreement. "Unite with me, Phillipa. Let's make something magical while your nation watches."

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!" roared from the crowd.

Phillipa swallowed while her wife came closer to me. Maurice was just gorgeous. Her eyes locked on my cock. Her tongue flicked across her lips. Her nipples were so hard, thrusting dark brown from those lush, round breasts.

The Prime Minister of the United Kingdoms grabbed her wife's arm. "You can't have sex with her here. This is Trafalgar Square. You shouldn't even be naked! You're breaking the law!"

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

"Maybe it's time to change the laws so I can do this," Maurice said, wrenching her arms free from her wife's grip. "America got rid of its decency laws before us. America! They're the most puritanical country in the world. They invented the word puritanical. Now I'm going to love her cock. I want you to join me."

"Yes, yes, join us," I said as Maurice reached me. I fell to my knees, my ivory hand grabbing her darker hips. I pulled her close to me, bringing her shaved pussy towards my mouth. "Please, Phillipa, love your wife with me."

"I… I…" The prime minister shook her head, her blue eyes darting back and forth. There still was no color in her cheeks.

I hoped this would work.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

"Please, please, don't forget about passion," Maurice said, looking over her shoulder at her wife as I pulled her pussy to my mouth. She gasped as I licked and moaned at her snatch. Then she groaned, "I miss you doing this to me. Eating me. You're so good at it, Phillipa."

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

I shuddered as my tongue slid through her pussy folds. I licked and lapped, driving through her folds, loving the flavor of her. She tasted so good, a rich and tangy cream that poured into my mouth. I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing.

I slid my hands around her hips, gripping her rump as I feasted on her before her wife. Before her nation. It was so wonderful. I was conducting the most intimate negotiations between world leaders ever. My tongue plundered deeper into Maurice's snatch and fluttered through her folds.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

"Oh, Phillipa, I wish you were joining her," she moaned, her hips wiggling from side to side. "Loving me with her."

"I… I don't need to," Phillipa said.

"This isn't turning you on at all?" asked Maurice.

"Not even a little."

I parted Maurice's butt-cheeks, hoping Phillipa was watching, before I moaned into Maurice's juicy snatch, "Don't you want to rim your wife's asshole?"

"You love giving me a dirty rimjob, Phillipa!"

Phillipa didn't answered.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

I kept licking and flicking my tongue through Maurice's folds. I would get Phillipa so turned on she would join. I ached to unite with her, to bring America and Great Britain so close together. It would be so wonderful.

Pussy juices poured down my chin as Maurice moaned. I stared up at her dark breasts heaving. Her face twisted with passion as I feasted on her. She gripped my blonde hair while grinding her hot snatch on my licking tongue.

"Oh, Madam President," she panted. "Oh, that's so good. You're tongue… Ooh, yes, yes, you're loving my pussy! Getting me ready to be bred!"

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

"I'm going to fill you with my spunk!" I moaned, my futa-dick throbbing, the crowds roars energizing me. I nuzzled into her pussy. My tongue flicked through her folds. I teased her. Loved her. I drove her wild. "I'm going to pump so much cum into you. You're going to love it."

She shuddered, nodding her head. She gasped and moaned as she ground on me. Maurice whimpered, her hands cupping cute, those coffee-brown breasts. Her fingers kneading them as she rubbed her shaved snatch on my hungry mouth.

I feasted on her. Her tangy cream flowed into my mouth. My fingers slid into her butt-crack. I couldn't tempt her wife to eat her asshole, then I would play with it. I would tease Maurice and drive her wild with all the passion I could give her.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

"Becky!" she gasped as my finger found her asshole. "Ooh, that's naughty. Are you watching, Phillipa? The President of the United States is about to finger my asshole."

"And?" Phillipa said. "I can't stop you from being her whore, but I made a vow to Britain."

"Can't you hear that Britain wants you to fuck the president?" Maurice moaned while my finger danced around her asshole.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

Phillipa didn't answer.

I plunged my digit into her wife's asshole.

Maurice gasped as my middle finger sank into her velvety sheath. At the same time, my tongue thrust and buried into the depths of her silky cunt. Her tangy juices spilled down my cheeks as she shuddered, both her holes clenching down on my probing body parts.

My girl-dick ached in envy. I wanted to touch it. To stimulate myself while I feasted on her delicious snatch and fingered her tight asshole. I worked my digit in and out of her rectum while my tongue swirled through her pussy. My left hand darted down, gripping the end of my futa-dick.

My dick throbbed in my grip, my precum smearing across my palm.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

I massaged the end of my dick, sending delicious pleasure fluttering down my shaft to my dripping snatch. I moaned into her cunt as my tongue fluttered through her tangy folds, my own body buzzing with delight. The crowd roared louder and louder.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

"Fuck her, Phillipa!" moaned Maurice, her body shuddering. "Britain wants it. I want it. You want it. I know you do. Deep inside."

"I don't," Phillipa answered. "I feel nothing."

"Even watching her finger me?" Maurice asked. "Eating me?"

"Sorry," Phillipa said.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

Maurice sighed, shaking her head. Then she shuddered as my tongue found her clit. I flicked over it. I nibbled and enjoyed it. I swirled my tongue around it, stimulating it, She moaned, her eyes fluttering as I pleased her.

I shoved a second finger into her asshole. Her bowels squeezed velvety tight about them both. Her face contorted. Her fingers pinched her nipples, twisting those chocolate nubs while she trembled. I nibbled on her clit. I pleased her.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, I'm going to cum, Phillipa!" Maurice moaned.

"That's nice, honey," she said. "Just cheat on me before the nation."

"I want to include you!" she hissed. "Stop being such a martyr. Pull that sanctimonious stick out of your bum and come eat my fanny with her! Mmm, she's devouring my twat. I know how much you love my twat."

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

"Yes, yes, just submit!" groaned Maurice. "Oh, shite, submit!"

Her asshole writhed about my fingers. Her tangy pussy juices gushed into my mouth. I drank down the lesbian's passion while her frigid wife watched. My tongue lapped through Maurice's folds, gathering every drop of her cream that I could. I reveled in the flavor. I loved the delight running down my cheek.

My fingers plunged in and out of her convulsing asshole while her moans sang out over the roars of the crowd. Her tits heaved as her body shook. The chanting grew louder and louder, the United Kingdom witnessing her first orgasm.

My first taste of English delight.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

"I am going to fuck her!" Maurice moaned, staring out at the crowd. "If my wife won't, I'll welcome President Woodward with my fanny! I'll give her a taste of English passion."

"It tastes amazing," I moaned, pulling my mouth from her pussy.

She winked down at me, a saucy smile on her lips. "I do. My wife loved it. Or she used to."

"I still love it," Phillipa said. "I still love you, I'm just not in the mood."

"Then let's get you in the mood," Maurice said. She turned around, her movement pulling my fingers out of her asshole. She sauntered to her wife, her rump swaying.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

"What are you doing," Phillipa asked.

Maurice knelt before her wife, hands sliding up the prime minister's red-brown pants to her fly. Phillipa gasped. Her hands shot down, trying to stop her wife from unfastening her fly. But Maurice was deft and skilled. She ripped down her wife's pants, exposing Phillipa's plain, white panties.

"Oh, what boring knickers you wore to greet President Woodward," Phillipa said. "You should have worn that cute, gray pair with the pink frills across the front."

"Maurice!" squealed Phillipa, color finally burning across her cheeks. "No, no, don't you dare."

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

Maurice ripped down her wife's panties, exposing a trimmed bush of fine, blonde pubic hair. She looked utterly dry. Maurice looked over her shoulder, the Black woman gripping her White wife's hips. "Now, Becky, you have to admit, she has a fanny that is just begging to be munched on."

I tried not to giggle. Fanny was such a funny word for pussy. Especially since it meant something else entirely across the pond. "It is. Eat her."

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

"And I'll fuck Maurice," I said to the crowd, advancing, my futa-dick throbbing.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

I fell to my knees behind Maurice, the warmth of the heated stage sinking into my legs. At the same moment, Maurice buried her face in the English prime minister's pussy. I couldn't see what Maurice was doing, but her wife hardly registered anything. I shook my head. Maurice had such enthusiasm. My own pussy clenched in envy, just knowing Phillipa was getting world-class cunnilingus.

"Nothing?" I asked.

"Nothing," Phillipa answered, her arms folded before her. "You may have enslaved my wife's uterus, but not mine."

"Mmm, I'm going to do more than enslave it," I purred, rubbing my cock on Maurice's shaved pussy, her dark outer labia parted to reveal her pink, inner depths. "I'm going to breed her."

"Yes!" moaned Maurice into her wife's cunt. "Breed me while I munch on my wife's fanny. I love this pussy. I just know I can get the juices going."

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

I thrust into Maurice.

Her hot pussy sank around me. I shuddered that the feel of her snatch gripping me. That wonderful passion wrapped around my clit-dick. I sank deeper and deeper into her married cunt, pleasure shooting through me.

It was such a treat to fuck a woman in public. To ram into her before the crowd. And to do it as the President of the United States. This was diplomacy at its naughtiest. I pumped away into her, ramming my girl-dick into her, bringing together our two countries in this passionate moment.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

"Oh, Phillipa, your wife has such a hot cunt!" I groaned. "Ooh, she's just squeezing down around me."

"I already know how amazing her pussy is!" Phillipa hissed. "I know that pussy. I worship it!"

"Not recently," I panted. "Not thanks to that pill. You're so afraid of me, you're denying this beautiful woman your passion."

"I miss it," Maurice moaned, her pussy squeezing down around my cock. "I miss your passion, too. Ooh, come on, get juicy. You love it when I do this."

A shiver ran through Phillipa. She licked her lips but didn't moan in delight at whatever her wife did to her snatch. I shook my head, thrusting harder, my breasts heaving in my low-cut blouse, the shouts of the crowd spurring me on.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

I pounded Maurice. My ovaries quivered, brimming with fertile futa-seed to pump into her snatch. I would give her what she craved. I would pump her so full of my cum. I shuddered, my hips thrusting harder, faster.

Maurice moaned. She wiggled her hips. She stirred her snatch around my cock. The silky friction was incredible. My dick, especially the sensitive tip, drank it in. I groaned as the rapture spilled over me. Every plunge into her gave me more and more delight to enjoy. This silky embrace washed rapture over my cock.

"Yes, yes yes!" I howled, my crotch smacking into her rump. "Oh, Phillipa, your wife is amazing!"

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

"She's fantastic!" I groaned, my dick twitching in Maurice's married depths. "I'm going to breed her. I'm going to pump her full of my jizz."

"Yes!" Maurice groaned, her hips slamming back into my thrust.

Phillipa's eyes flicked down. She drew in a deep breath, her cheeks bright pink. Her blue eyes seemed darker now. Were her pupils dilating? Her hips shifted as her wife licked with noisy passion, feasting on her with such desperate need.

Maurice's pussy squeezed down tight as I thrust into her depths. The friction sent a wave of passion shooting down my cock to my ovaries. My own cunt grew hotter. My juices leaked out of me, tickling my thighs as they ran down them.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

"There it is!" moaned Maurice. "Mmm, there's some juices flowing."

"That's just your own spittle!" Phillipa moaned. "This isn't turning me on. It just feels strange."

"You love it!" I moaned. "It makes you wet knowing I'm about to breed your wife." My dick twitched. The ache swelled at the tip. "I'm almost there. Just a few more strokes, and I'll be flooding her."

"Yes!" Maurice groaned. "Do it!"

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

The pressure at the tip of my clit-dick reached a frenzy when I rammed into her silky depths. Her flesh massaged me. I drew back, bliss flowing down my shaft. My cock drank in the feel of her juicy sheath, transmitting that delight to my ovaries.

They brimmed with cum.

I rammed back in and exploded.

My jizz fired into her cunt. My head threw back. I cried out in bliss. My breasts heaved in my blouse as the rapture pumped out of me. My mind drank it in. Delight rippled out of my convulsing cunt and flooded through my body.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm breeding your wife, Phillipa!" I moaned.

"She is!" gasped Maurice. Her pussy went wild about my cock.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

Her snatch milked me. So hungry for it. I groaned, this dizzying heat washing through me. My head swayed from side to side as it crashed over me. I groaned, my eyes fluttering in delight as the bliss surged through me. I loved it.

My jizz fired out of me. I shuddered as my pleasure peaked. I stared at Phillipa's. Her blue eyes blazed. Scarlet colored her cheeks. She trembled, her hips undulating, grinding her pussy on her wife's hungry mouth.

"You're feeling hot, aren't you?" I purred. "Knowing that I just bred your wife is making your fanny drip."

"No!" she hissed.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

"Yes, it is," I purred then withdrew my cock from her wife's snatch, shuddering the entire way.

Maurice moaned as I popped out of her.

I stood up, my wet cock bobbing before me. Phillipa glanced at it. Her tongue flicked out for a moment, like she was about to lick her lips and stopped herself. She shuddered, her wife still feasting, still eating her.

"Maurice, stand up, turn around, and show her your pussy," I moaned.

Maurice wrenched her mouth from her wife's snatch. The prime minister let out a whimper. The Black woman's lips glistened with juices. That was more than her own saliva. We got her wife's wet. We were overcoming the suppression the drug put on Phillipa's libido.

Christina was right. But she needed more. A final nudge.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

Maurice rose, her naked body trembling. She turned around and bent over, thrusting that gorgeous, dark rump at her wife. Phillipa glanced down. This time, her tongue did flick out, wetting her pink lips as she trembled.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

I slid my hands across Maurice's smooth rump, her skin so warm, and down her taint. I pulled apart the lips of her pussy, exposing her pink depths swimming in my futa-jizz. My pearly cum leaked out of her, dribbling over her clit.

"Look at that pussy," I groaned. "That fanny's just full of my cum." I looked Phillipa in the eyes. "How can you not want to love that snatch? How can you stand there and not want to feast on the creampie I made with your wife?"

"Please, please, I need you to worship my bred pussy, Phillipa," Maurice groaned, wiggling her hips.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

"Stop denying yourself and enjoy her," I purred. "There's nothing wrong with us having sex. We're bringing our two countries closer together. It's a start to uniting the world. No more wars, no more hatred, no more violence. Just love and joy and passion."

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

Phillipa groaned and fell to her knees. She buried her face into her wife's snatch and licked with such passion. I shuddered, watching Phillipa's tongue swipe through her wife's pink folds, gathering my salty cum. The lesbian prime minister feasted on that delicious creampie.

The crowd explode in applause. It felt like the entirety of the United Kingdoms celebrated their prime minister submitting to her desires and enjoying herself. It was amazing. I trembled, drinking in their cries, their ardor.

Then I acted.

I fell to my knees behind the leader of United Kingdom's parliament, the most powerful politician in the country, and rammed my futa-dick into her. The United States and Great Britain came together in that wonderful moment, united by passion.

"President Woodward!" Phillipa moaned as her pussy squeezed hot and wet about my cunt. "Oh, yes, yes! I can't deny it any longer! I want this so bad! I hated being on the pill. I feel so drained, the world so gray and… Oh, Maurice, I'm sorry."

"It's fine!" she panted. "I forgive you. Just love my fanny like that. Oh, yes, yes, just drive me wild with your tongue!"

I was so fortunate to be apart of this wonderful moment. My hips thrust fast, my girl-dick plunging into the British prime minister's hot snatch. I buried my presidential futa-dick into her snatch again and again.

Such wonderful diplomacy.

My blonde hair danced about my shoulders as my girl-dick plunged again and again into her wife's snatch. It was incredible. I shuddered in delight, plundering her so hard, so fast. My futa-dick churned her up while her pussy gave me such delight.

"Becky!" she moaned. "Oh, fuck, that's good. Your cock… Oh, it's better than a strap-on."

"I know!" Maurice gasped. "But she's still got tits and a pussy! Futanari are so sexy!"

"Uh-huh!" the lesbian prime minister moaned, her cunt clenching down hard about my girl-cock.

My flesh slapped into her flesh. Her firm butt-cheeks rippled as I fucked her hard. I gripped her hips, eager to breed my first world leader. I groaned, my girl-dick aching and throbbing. I would pump her full of so much jizz.

She would have my daughter, too.

"I'm going to breed you!" I hissed.

"Yes, yes, yes, breed my wife!" groaned Maurice, throwing a look over her shoulder. "Ooh, yes, she's so excited. She's eating my snatch with such eagerness."

"Her cock's amazing!" groaned Phillipa. "Keep fucking me, Becky! You can even breed me!"

"Isn't this the best form of diplomacy?" I asked, my futa-dick aching and throbbing in her snatch.

"Yes!" she howled.

Then, too my shock, she came.

My eyes widened as her pussy writhed about my futa-dick. She screamed into her wife's pussy as I plunged my cock in and out of her spasming flesh. Pleasure shot down my shaft. My sensitive tip drank in this wonderful delight. Her cunt rippled out me.

My ovaries grew tighter. My own cunt grew hotter. I slammed into her, stirring her up, keeping the rapture shuddering through her body. Phillipa howled into her wife's snatch. Her ivory fingers gripped her wife's dark butt-cheeks, another wonderful union.

"Oh, my god, she's howling into my cunt!" gasped Maurice. "Is she already cumming?"

"Uh-huh!" I moaned.

The crowd cheered their prime minister, celebrating her pleasure as my futa-dick thrust over and over into her. Dizzy rapture spilled through me. Every thrust into the prime minister's spasming snatch brought me closer and closer to erupting into her.

My head swayed from side to side. I fucked her with such intensity. The pressure built and built at the tip of my cock. Her convulsing snatch sucked at me, reaching down into my pussy to my ovaries brimming with my fertile jizz.

"I'm going to breed your wife, Maurice!" I gasped. "You're both going to be pregnant!"

"Yes!" she howled. "Do it!"

"Oh, Maurice, yum!" Phillipa gasped. "I love it when your fanny creams my mouth."

Both lesbians were orgasming. I had to join them. I fucked the prime minister with everything I had. I gave her my futa-dick hard. Phillipa's pussy rejoiced, spasming harder, sucking at my cock, so eager to be bred.

"Fuck!" I howled and I buried into her snatch.

My juices spurted out of me. Hot cum burst into her snatch. My head swayed as stars burst across my vision. This wonderful bliss washed through me as I pumped my fertile seed into another world leader's cunt.

I bathed her snatch in my spunk. I coated her in my jizz. It was wonderful. Stars exploded across my vision. My tits heaved in my blouse as the rapture consumed me. My pussy convulsed. The juices washed down my thighs, flooding hot.

"I'm breeding your prime minister!" I howled out to the cheering crowd, my body drinking in the rapture.

They exploded in ecstatic excitement.

"BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!"

They shouted out how much they loved me. How much they wanted to see futanari succeed.

"BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!"

Right then, I knew this would work. I would unite the world. It wouldn't be easy. There were challenges ahead, but I would overcome them. With my daughters' help, I would make the world a better place. Something fit for the next stage of human development.

A world of futanari.

I fired my last blast of cum into Phillipa Lockwood's snatch, winning my first ally.

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April 17th, 2047

"In a week from that moment, Phillipa Lockwood had got legislation through parliament to rescind the decency laws," Adelia said. "She was quite inspired."

I nodded my head. "And she had it backdated to protect her wife from what we did. Not that anyone was trying to have her arrested."

"I heard a rumor that Senator Olson arranged a tour of England right after that for all your daughters that she mentored. A group of a hundred or more who had turned eighteen." Adelia shifted. "They had quite the romp across England."

"Just spreading the joys of futanari to them," I said. "England quickly became a spot for my daughters to vacation to. They were eager to enjoy all those horny, English girls craving girl-dick."

"Who doesn't," Adelia said. She leaned forward. "This summer, our daughter plans on going to England for a month."

"You might be a grandmother in a year," I told her, giving her a wink.

She laughed, trembling. "I would spoil my granddaughters so much." She shook her head. "Well, you had your first successful International trip, but that was just the start."

"It was, and not just for my presidency, but for uniting the world. Phillipa understood what I wanted. She was eager for it after we became lovers. A world of peace. Something like the EU, but better. To have the parliament elected by the people, beholden to them, chosen by everyone around the world."

"But you had challenges ahead of you," said Adelia. "The Arab world, small dictatorships like Slovenia, and, of course, the Russian Federation most of all."

"I was ready for them all," I said. "I had strategized with my daughters the perfect plans. I was eager for my next trip. I was heading to Saudi Arabia."

To be continued…

The World's First Futa–Futa's Wild Presidency Chapter Three: Futa's First Harem Treat

The World's First Futa

Futa's Wild Presidency

Chapter Three: Futa's First Harem Treat

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Male/Female, Female/Female, Male Masturbation, Hermaphrodite/Females, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Breeding, Hot Wife

April 17th, 2047

"So meeting with King Njam bin Mohammad ibn Saud was not what I expected," I said to Adelia, the cameras rolling.

My interview was almost over. We were in the final stretch. It was wonderful to tell, but I was feeling the mental strain now. Still, it was a wonderful way to spend my forty-eight birthday by looking back on my life. We were talking about my first year in office as president.

"In what way?" she asked.

"Well, I hadn't expected such a warm welcome from the leader of one of the most conservative countries in the world," I said. "He was jovial, friendly, and eager to cater to me."

"Really?" Adelia said, leaning forward. I'd never publicly discussed my meeting with King Njam before, mainly to protect him. But ten years later, the world, especially the Middle East, had changed so much. "You mean, he offered you pussy, right?"

"Yep, pussy," I said, grinning, remembering that feeling of shock when Ayishah had appeared.

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February 17th, 2037

King Njam bin Mohammad, head of the House of Saud, King of the Saudi Arabs, swept into the antechamber in flowing robes of white belted about his waist. He wore the red, checkered turban, called the keffiyeh, particular to the Saudi Arabs. A leather cord bound it about his temple. He was in great shape though age was graying his close-cropped beard.

"President Woodward," he said, embracing me with more warmth than I expected. His beard tickled my cheeks as he planted a welcoming kiss on each one. "What a pleasure to see you."

I let out a nervous laugh as I shifted in the dark-blue dress I wore, the blouse far more conservative than anything I would normally wear, the skirt falling down to just below my knees. "A pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty."

"Please, please, call me Njam," he said, breaking away.

"Becky," I said, giving him a smile. An anxious flutter ran through my guts. I had to win his support. He controlled the largest coalition of Arab countries. If I could get him, Jordan, and Egypt on my side, I would have a chance to make changes in the Middle East.

But how?

"So, I hope you're not offended that I am not wearing a veil or hijab," I said.

He waved his hands. "You have a cock, so that makes you more man than many I know."

That shocked me.

"But come, come, let us talk and enjoy pleasures," he said, sitting down on a divan covered in gold damask. "Coffee?"

"Yes," I said, taking a seat across from a polished, marble table. Around the room, our bodyguards stood, all in suits though his wore the same keffiyeh that he did. Other than that, you couldn't tell his from my secret service agents. "Thank you. I'm eager to build a relationship between our countries."

"Oh, yes, I saw the relationship you built with England and France." He smiled. "Did the President of France truly offer up his wife to you?"

"He watched," I said. "Then he enjoyed her when I was done. They were quite… happy. I have that effect on couples. I help… lubricate things between them." I arched an eyebrow. "Perhaps you and your wives could use that sort of…"

My words trailed off when I saw the girl who entered with our coffee on a golden tray. She was dressed like a harem girl straight out of a perverted fantasy, her slender, dusky body clad in black silk that was so thin her flesh bled through. I could see her small breasts and the tight cleft of her shaved pussy. Her legs were lithe as her pantaloons rustled. Her veil was equally transparent, her eyes dark and smoky over them.

"Oh, my," I said, my dick going hard as the girl set the golden tray on the coffee table. Steam rose from a carafe while beside it rested two porcelain cups flanking a sugar bowl. "That's… I didn't…" I couldn't think. The last thing I expected was this. "Who is she?"

"Ayishah," he said. "I… engaged her services. For you. I know your… appetites."

"She's a hooker?" I blurted out before I remembered my diplomacy. I was just so… off-balanced by her youthful presence.

"No, no, prostitution is illegal in the Kingdom," he said. "She's my wife. A… pleasure marriage. What we call a nikah mut'ah."

"She's your wife and… you want me to… But I thought…?"

"No, no, she's my temporary wife. When her services are complete, I will divorce her and some other man can marry her and enjoy her beauty." He smiled at her. "Then we do not violate Allah's prohibitions, you see?"

I nodded my head, staring at her. "And me?"

"Well, you are different," he said. "You have that affect on women. You are clearly Allah's gift to the world, something to invigorate it with new blood. A… change, if you will. Look at Ayishah, already her lusts are upon her. Look, look, her silks are growing wet."

I stared at the girl. She couldn't be much older than eighteen. Her nipples poked hard against her tight, silk blouse, and the black silk grew damp around her crotch. She licked her plump lips behind her veil, her eyes smoky as they stared at her.

"I have yet to enjoy her pleasure," he said, his hands undoing his belt. "I thought we could share… Enjoy your style of diplomacy."

I nodded my head as I drew up my skirt. The girl let out a whimper, her hips swaying from side to side. "President Futa," she moaned. "You truly have big cock."

"Yes," I groaned. "I have a big cock."

"Cock," she repeated, saying the word slowly. "You are making me so… so…" Her words trailed off as she squirmed.

"Don't be shy," I said, exposing my gray, silk panties cupping my girl-dick. I so loved these new style of panties that clothing manufactures now made. "Say it. Tell us how wet you are."

"Yes, my sweet Ayishah," groaned the king. He stood up and pulled off his robes, exposing a compact and muscular body beneath. He kept himself fit. His cock tented a pair of western style boxers. It wasn't 'nearly as big as mine. "Don't hold back your passions around her."

"You make me very wet," the girl moaned. "My… my…"

"Pussy?" I suggested.

She nodded her head. "My pussy is so very wet and…" She licked her lips. "You will fuck me? I never fuck cock so big before."

"Absolutely," I groaned, then glanced over at Njam as he shoved down his boxers. An idea popped into my head. "We're going to share you. Doesn't that sound exciting?"

She nodded her head, her dark eyes dancing. This prostitute was so delicious. I'd never been with one before, at least not knowingly, and I didn't care. Not with her in this delicious harem outfit. I wanted to rip down those pantaloons and go to town on her.

"You know how to give a blowjob?" I asked, standing up, my futa-dick thrusting out before me.

Her hand squeezed my shaft, her fingers soft as silk. "You want me suck your cock? My mouth give good pleasure."

"No, no, your husband's cock," I moaned, "while I breed your tight pussy, Ayishah."

She shuddered. Her eyes went so wide. "Oh, that is naughty, President Futa."

The king grinned at me. He clearly approved, stroking his cock and staring at his prostitute-wife.

"Go," I told her. "Fall to your knees and blow him while I take care of that hot cunt of yours."

"Yes, President Futa!" The girl moved with such grace, all willowy delight like Barbara Eden from I Dream of Jeannie.

She sank to her knees before King Njam, her hands stroking up his hairy thighs. She thrust her rump at me, the curves of her dusky butt-cheeks bleeding through the the transparent fabric of her pantaloons. I groaned at the sight, my dick throbbing in need, my pussy so wet.

As the king groaned, Ayishah sucking on his dick, I sank to my knees behind her. I ripped down her pantaloons and exposed her cute tush and the tight slit of her shaved pussy. She had a virginal quality about her that made me ache.

"Yes," groaned the king, one hand dug into her hair as she bobbed her mouth up and down his shaft. She still wore her veil, but she must have lifted it to swallow his dick. "That's it. Ooh, you are such a little slut." He growled something in Arabic.

She moaned and wiggled her hips. A line of her clear pussy juices ran down her inner thighs.

Groaning, I brought my cock to her juicy twat. I pressed against her snatch. Her labia stretched around my thick tip. I groaned as her wet silk engulfed me. Despite her coy, virginal act, she had no hymen. I sank into her depths with ease, her twat clenching around me.

I buried to the hilt in her, my hands gripping her hips. Then I drew back and slammed into her again and again. I groaned, the pleasure spilling through me. This was such a wondrous visit to the Saudi Arabia. An absolute delight.

"Yes, yes, yes, Ayishah," I panted. "I'm going to breed this hot cunt. I'm going to fill you with my cum."

She moaned about the king's dick while her pussy squeezed down on my withdrawing cock.

I thrust back into her, the silky friction washing over me. "I can tell how much you want my futa-cum firing into you. You're just so eager for it."

She moaned again.

"You really turn women into sluts, don't you?" he said.

"I do," I groaned. "Into sluts that please their husbands after I'm gone."

He groaned, his hands gripping the prostitute's head, fucking Ayishah's mouth up and down his shaft. "Lucky husbands."

I grinned at him, thrusting harder and harder into Ayishah's tight cunt. Her juicy snatch stimulated me. My orgasm built in my pussy. Every thrust into her tight depths spilled rapture down my shaft to my hot cunt.

As my twat grew hotter, my ovaries grew tighter. They absorbed the heat, exciting my cum in them. My tits heaved in my blouse as I slammed into the prostitute's snatch, loving how that ache built at the tip of my girl-cock, that wondrous need to erupt into her snatch and fill her with blast after blast of my jizz.

It would be incredible.

"Becky, she is sucking so hard," he groaned. "She wants my cum, too."

"She's a slut now," I groaned. "Just like any wife I bed. Mmm, imagine that. Having slutty wives loving you, eager to do wicked things to you."

"Yes, yes, maybe I keep Ayishah!" he grunted as I plowed the girl harder.

"Maybe," I said. "Imagine all the delights?"

His head leaned back as I fucked into the girl's pussy harder. She whimpered, a sound of wanton delight. Her hips wiggled, her dusky rump jiggling every time my crotch smacked into her tight tush. It was such a wicked sight to behold. I loved it.

My futa-cock ached as I churned her snatch to a hot froth. I plunged over and over into her. I groaned, growing dizzy with delight. That swelling ache built and built. I shuddered, gripping her flesh, so close to erupting into her.

"Kess ikhtak!" the king groaned. His bearded face twisted in rapture. "Drink it, Ayishah! You dirty slut! Drink it all!"

The girl's pussy squeezed down around my plunging cock as she swallowed her client's jizz. I buried into her and she squealed. Her twat convulsed around me. My eyes widened. It was incredible feeling the prostitute-wife's tight snatch massaging my cock.

"Yes, yes, you want my cum!" I moaned as I buried into her. "Oh, you're such a naughty slut for it!"

"Cum in her," groaned the king, staring at me, lust shining in his eyes. "Make her utterly into a whore!"

I shuddered and buried into her. My dick erupted into her convulsing depths. Her writhing snatch milked my cock. Pleasure slammed through me. A dizzy passion rippled around me. I swayed, holding onto Ayishah's hips as such delights melted my mind.

Her hungry pussy ached to be bred. She worked out every drop of me while my body rejoiced. My pussy juices flooded down my thighs. My own cunt convulsed, sending waves of rapture lapping into my mind, mixing with the bliss firing from my dick.

"Oh, yes, Ayishah, you're just our little slut," I moaned. "Mmm, you're going to be such a naughty lover." My eyes flicked to the king. "And she's not the only wife you can have that's a slut in bed."

"What?" he panted.

"Imagine Queen Hana and Queen Basira writhing in bed together. Loving you." I grinned. "Loving each other."

"Mithlyya," he groaned, the word thick. "That is… You are a wicked futanari, Becky."

"I know," I said. "But just imagine your two queens loving you. Hungry for your cum. I can give you that." I arched eyebrows. "I can make them into your personal little whores. They will give you such delights. Why pay for it when your wives can give you so much more."

"You are temptation made flesh," he groaned. "Maybe it was not Allah who sent you, but Shaitan."

"I'm here to unite the world in love," I said. "End of wars. Of strife. Isn't Allah a God who values peace? 'If you save one man, it is like you have saved all of mankind,' I said. Isn't that how the sura goes?"

"You have read the Koran?"

I smiled at him. I hadn't. Only parts.

He snarled something in Arabic. "You will breed my wives. They will bear your futa-daughters."

"A union between us," I said. "A joining of our two countries in a way they've never been allied before." I licked my lips. "Queen Hana and Queen Basira in your bed, licking you, kissing you, devouring your cum out of the other's pussy. Have you ever experienced that treat?" I shuddered, my dick still buried in Ayishah's pussy. I could fuck her again. "It is an exceptional delight.

"A delight fit for a king."

He laughed, his muscular chest, as hairy as a shaggy carpet, heaved. "You are wicked, Becky. So wicked. Allah forgive me, but I want that."

"Shall we?" I asked, pulling my girl-cock out of the girl's pussy.

He glanced at the waiting guards. He barked at them in Arabic. One saluted and then vanished. He rose, pushing Ayishah's head from his lap in the process. He held out my arm. "Shall we retire to my chambers so you can make my wives into whores."

"Into your own personal harem of sinful delights," I said, taking his arm.

"Just like you promised in that debate last November."

"I never lie," I said. "I say what I'm going to do, and then I do it."

"You are a rare thing, Becky," he said as we moved through the antechamber. "Do not let this sordid world of politics crush you."

"I'm having too much fun fucking to let that happen," I told him and winked. "It's a far, far better way to conduct diplomacy."

He nodded his head in agreement.

We moved through the luxurious hallways of Qasr Al Hukm, the royal palace. It wasn't far to his chambers. We passed busts of previous kings rendered in marble and rich oil paintings of Saudi oil princes dressed in their fine robes, looking like Bedouin's tent bedecked in riches. His personal rooms held a large bed, an ornate hutch left open that held a TV but could be hidden to give an illusion the room was straight out of the 7th century. The furniture all was carved into works of art, the sheets silk interwoven with golden thread.

I stripped naked, my round breasts still firm as I approached my thirty-eighth birthday. I shuddered, my pussy juices soaking my blonde bush. My dick hard. He settled down in a chair that almost resembled a throne, the top carved with rearing stallions. He stroked his beard, waited.

The door opened.

Queens Hana and Basira entered wearing light, silk robes, the type a woman would wear when coming to her lover's, or husband's, room. They wore no keffiyeh, their black-hair falling loose. They made it in two steps before they noticed me standing naked.

Hana, the older of the two, gasped. She was my age, mature and lovely. Clearly she had used the resources of her husband to keep herself looking beautiful, her face adorned with subtle makeups, her mascara thick, making her dark eyes more exotic. Her large breasts swelled as she sucked in a deep breath.

Basira, a decade or more younger than me clasped slender fingers, adorned with jeweled rings, over her mouth. Her eyes were so wide, her dusky cheeks going dark with a blush. Her slender, almost girlish, frame trembled beneath her robe.

"What is this, Njam?" demanded Queen Hana, her eyes flashing to her husband. "Why is the president here? Were you…" Her eyes widened, seeing him equally naked.

"No, no, not with her," he said."

"With that slut you married to fuck?" Basira said. "And now…" Her eyes widened as she stared at me.

"You cannot mean for us…" Queen Hana shook her head, her dark curls spilling about her face, her eyes so wide. "Husband!"

"What?" I asked, shaking my fut-dick at them. "Don't tell me you've never thought about me." I licked my lips. "Never wondered what it would be like for the world's first futa to slip into your bed while your husband was away, Hana. Or was with Basira?"

The older woman stiffened. No, older was the wrong word. Mature. Like me. I used to think someone in their thirties was old, now that I was nearing forty I knew how wrong that was. She glanced at Basira, the younger wife primping, nipples poking against the soft silk of her robe.

"You've never ached to know what it would be like. You've heard of me. How women flock to me. Ache to be bred by me and my holy seed." I slid my hand up my dick. I could feel the bead of precum forming their, glistening.

Hana's tongue flicked across her lips.

"Yes, you have," I said. "And you, too, Basis."

"I have," Basira said. The younger woman threw open her robe exposing a sensual negligee below. Clearly, she dressed to please her husband. Her breasts were small handfuls cupped in the soft purple of the silk, a fuzzy fringe running along the seam. She pulled that off next, exposing her pale-dusky breasts, her brown nipples hard and long. "So many times. Come, Hana, this is what our husband wants."

"Filthy pig that he is," Hana muttered, glaring at him. "Huh, Njam?"

I arched an eyebrow. She was a lot more… expressive than I thought Arab women acted. Weren't they all supposed to be submissive to their husbands. But she had defiance burning in her eyes as her hands ripped at the ties of her robe.

"If you can tame that one's tongue, I would appreciate it, Becky," Njam said.

Queen Hana snorted, thrusting off her silk robe to expose a pair of naked tits, their size artificially enhanced. Another shock. Her breasts had that overripe plumpness of silicone implants, masterfully done. They jiggled with her every movement. She hooked her fingers in the skimpy panties she wore, shoving them down.

"I will fuck you, Becky," Queen Hana said, stepping out of them, her pussy shaved as bare as Ayishah's.

I thought Muslim women would have thick bushes. Even Basira turned out to be shaved, her pussy lips tighter than Hana's, the more mature queen's labia thrusting out thick from her plump vulva. I licked my lips in delight as Queen Hana sauntered to me.

A moment later, Basira darted forward, rushing past the mature queen, to fall to her knees and grab my futa-cock. She stroked it, loving it while licking her lips. Her dark eyes smoldered as they stared up at me before she nibbled on the tip.

"Sharmota," spat Queen Hana. I didn't know what the word meant, but I knew an insult when I heard one. She was jealous of the younger queen. I bet Queen Hana's boob job, the plastic surgery, all of it happened after her husband married this nubile beauty sucking my dick.

"Stop that," I said, pulling my cock from her mouth.

The Arab queen blinked her eyes. She flicked her tongue across them as she stared up at me. "What? You don't want me suck it?"

"She doesn't want to bed a whore," Queen Hana said, stopping before me, her large, fake tits quivering. She licked her lips, her eyes running up and down my body. "Do you, President Woodward?"

"Becky, Your Majesty," I said. "I think we can be on first names, don't you?"

"Yes," she said, fondling my cock. Her nipples were so hard. Juices gleamed on her inner thigh. "If my husband wants me to do something so degrading, I can at least enjoy it. But…" She pressed closer. "You are a futanari of taste. I can please you more than little Basira there can."

I arched an eyebrow. "You think so?"

Hana pressed her lush tits into mine. The feel of her plump fullness caressed my softer tits. Her lips nuzzled into my ear. As she rubbed her thumb across the crown of my cock, smearing the precum around the tip and sending pleasure shuddering down my shaft and threw my body, she cooed, "I will melt your bones and make you explode. I know how to please a cock."

I arched an eyebrow. These Muslim women were far different than I expected. This was good to be surprised, to have my prejudices knocked away. Her tongue caressed my ear, warm and wet, sending new shivers through me.

"Okay," I said. "If you think you can please me."

"I know I can," she moaned, pulling away from me. "Let me show you."

"Get on the bed," I said. "Stretch out."

She flashed me a sultry smile. Then she sauntered to the bed, her rump swaying. Her husband groaned. Had he ever seen her acting so sexual before? Had he ever seen her so aroused? Did she conceal her true appetites from him thinking she had to be the perfect wife?

"And you," I said, staring down at Queen Basira. She nursed on the tip of my dick. "Do you want to please me, too?"

She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing while her eyes twinkled.

"I will please you far, far more than her, Becky," Hana purred, stretched out on the bed now, her breasts pillowing. She looked so perfect, a harem beauty ready to please her sultan. Or her futa-sultana.

"I bet you will," I said. "Basira, join her."

Basira pulled her mouth off my cock. She blinked at me. "Join… Hana?"

"On the bed," I said. "I want to compare you. Stretch out beside her."

"Okay, Becky." She rose with grace, her small breasts jiggling. They were such firm handfuls. My fingers twitched, arms almost snapping forward. I controlled myself as a bead of pussy juices trickled down my thighs.

Basira stretched out her lithe form beside the bustier Hana. There was a good foot between them, both queens staring at me but not each other. Basira spread her thighs, flashing her juicy slit at me, her pussy lips parting open. Her pink depths beckoned to be bred. Beside her, Hana licked her lips and cupped her tits, the queen offering them up to me.

Njam moaned from his chair, stroking himself as he stared at his wives.

"What do you think?" I asked, glancing at him. "Your wives are beautiful."

"Yes," he breathed.

Both his queens smiled.

"But I can't get a good comparison. They're not close enough together," I said.

Basira scooted over in a flash, her right leg slipping over Hana's left. Their shoulders touched. The mature queen shot the younger one a venomous look for a moment. I shook my head. They needed to unite, too.

"Mmm, that's sexy," I purred. "Isn't it, Njam?"

"My queens are… gorgeous creatures," he said. "Inspiring."

"They both have such lovely breasts. However enhanced Hana did a masterful job."

"I could give you his number," Njam said. "Your breasts are spectacular, but nature can always be improved."

"Maybe," I said, licking my lips as I stared at Hana's tits. They were nearly perfect, one of the best boob jobs I had ever seen. "But there's something to be said about a pair of perky, natural tits like Basira's, too."

He groaned.

"I need a better comparison," I said. "Maybe roll on your sides and press your tits together."

"You want us to do sinful things to each other," Hana said even as Basira rolled over, pressing her tits into her sister-wife's side.

"She does," Basira said. "I'm willing. Are you."

Hana frowned. "Is this what you want, husband? For your wives to engage in sihaq with each other."

"Sihaq?" I asked.

"Lesbian sex," he groaned. And, yes! That is my will."

"And mine," I said. "You won't get bred if I don't see you two having some fun first."

Hana quivered. Her eyes stared at my cock, her tongue crossing her lips. Then, with a moan, she rolled over and pressed her larger tits into Basira's. The two queens tits came together. Their nipples were just so delicious. They rubbed together. As their breasts rose and fell, they both quivered. They stared into each other's eyes.

Basira's arms slid around Hana's. The mature queen stiffened for a moment as their bodies pressed tighter. The king groaned behind me as his wives bodies were rubbing together. Then Basira nuzzled in, pressing her lips on Hana's.

The mature queen wrenched her head away, staring at me.

"No cock," I said. "I want to see love."

Hana shivered while Basira nibbled on her cheekbone. The mature queen's dark eyes brimmed with passion. I stroked my futa-dick, my pussy juices running down my thighs. I ached to be in them. To breed them. With a sigh, Hana turned her head and kissed Basira hard on the mouth.

Hana kissed with aggression. Now that she had surrendered to my will, she submitted with all her heart. I groaned, loving it. The queens' lips worked together, their tongues dueling. They pressed their bodies tight, legs entwined.

"Kess ikhtak," Njam breathed. "That is a beautiful sight, Becky. You are truly doing it."

"And you'll have harmony in your harem," I said. "If they're loving each other, then they won't be jealous."

"You are a houri," he said. "An angel, Becky."

"Maybe," I said.

Hana suddenly rolled Basira onto her back, the mature queen settling atop the younger. Their bodies writhed together as they shuddered. Their pussies rubbed, clits coming together. I stared at them as they were consumed by the lust in inspired in them.

Basira grabbed Hana's rump. The younger queen kneaded the mature queen's rump, pulling apart those butt-cheeks. I shuddered, fighting the urge to just pounce on them. It was incredible. They were loving each other.

I wanted more.

"Hana, turn around," I said. "Sixty-nine with her! I want you two making each other cum. Fingers lips. All of it!"

"Yes!" Hana growled, her voice low and sultry, a hungry purr.

"Oh, Allah," Basira whimpered as Hana turned around.

The mature queen's large tits pressed into Basira's stomach as she lowered down. She pressed her head between Basira's thighs. Hana nuzzled into the younger queen's snatch. She licked. Basira moaned.

I couldn't see the passion directly, Hana's black hair blocked the view. For a moment, I remembered my brief stint as a porn star, and how I kept having to move my blonde hair out of the way so the cameras could film my tongue lapping at Cherri Delight's snatch.

A dizzy heat washed through me. My pussy clenched as the two queens licked and devoured each other. They feasted on the other's royal snatch. Their bodies writhed together. The air filled with the scent of hot pussies. Mine. Theirs.

I licked my lips, wanting to pound my cock until I came. But I held off, just rubbing the tip, enjoying this sapphic sight along with King Njam. He kept groaning as he watched his wives sixty-nining.

"They are so beautiful," he said. "My houri."

"Yes," I said, nodding my head, Hana's supple back arching as she feasted on Basira's cunt. "They are. So inspiring.

The two women moaned louder and louder. Their licks grew noisy. Basira's fingers slid along Hana's butt-cheeks and vanished into her crack. Hana's head suddenly snapped up, her face smeared in the other queen's pussy juices.

She whimpered something in Arabic, her eyes wide. It was clear Basira had thrust a finger or two into Hana's asshole. Pleasure spread across the mature queen's pussy-smeared face. Then, with a hungry growl, she buried her face back into Basira's pussy.

"Yes, yes, make each other cum," Njam moaned. Then he growled something Arabic.

His queens both moaned in response.

I loved the sight. My hands clenched and relaxed. This was such a wicked delight to witness. It had me trembling, aching to breed both queens. Basira worked her fingers in and out of Hana's rectum, plundering the queen, driving her wild.

They were writhing and moaning. Their passion spilled through the room. I grew breathless, feeling their orgasms building. I gripped my futa-cock, my pussy juices trickling down my thighs as I felt it building and building.

Then Hana cried out in obvious rapture.

She bucked atop Basira, her orgasm bursting through her. The mature queen hips wiggled, grinding her convulsing pussy into the younger queen's mouth. Hana kept her face buried into Basira, eating her through her orgasm.

"Hana!" squealed Basira.

The younger queen joined Hana in rapture. The king groaned as both his wives writhed in lesbian passion. The two had given each other such rapture. They convulsed, their passion crashing through them. Their moans echoed through the room.

"My houri!" groaned king Njam.

"Kiss each other!" I moaned. "Share your newfound love for each other."

Hana moved. Her face dripped pussy juices as she spun around. The queens embraced, Basira's rams locking around Hana's body. They kissed with noisy passion, sharing their pussy cream. I licked my lips, staring at the two wives' clits rubbing together, their shaved pussies gleaming with their passion.

I fell on the bed. I crawled to them, my cunt cream trickling down my swaying clit-dick. I smelled their musks, a mix of tart and spicy delight. I pressed my face into Basira's pussy, flicking my tongue through her folds while her husband, the King of Saudi Arabia, watched.

My tongue licked up, gathering Basira's tart delight. Then it became a spicy ambrosia as I reached Hana's thicker labia. Her pussy lips rubbed on my cheeks as I flicked up her taint and kept going. I needed to try that asshole out.

"Becky!" Hana gasped as I licked her asshole. I swirled my tongue about it. "That is as nasty as what Basira did to me."

"What is she doing to you?" Basira moaned.

"She is rimming my sphincter, my husband!" Hana moaned. "I hope this is satiating your perverted lusts."

"It is," he groaned. "She is going to fuck you both so hard."

"Yes!" Basira moaned. "Please, please, Becky. Breed us. Slide into our pussies. I'm so hot and Hana is so wet."

"Mmm, I am," Hana moaned as my tongue swirled around her sour asshole. I caressed her sphincter. I loved texture on my tongue. My excitement beat through me, my hands gripping her butt-cheeks. "And so were you, Basira. You tasted… delicious."

"As did you, Hana."

The two queens kissed again, lips smacking. I shuddered, my futa-dick throbbing. I wanted to be in them, but I needed one more good taste of their royal cunts. I kissed down from Hana's asshole, crossing her taint. I nuzzled into the hot flesh of her pussy, my tongue caressing her. I fluttered it through her, teasing her.

She whimpered and groaned. Her body shook from side to side, squirming atop her sister-wife. Hana's spicy passion coated my tongue, mixing with the sour musk lingering from her asshole. I went lower and lower, my tongue flicked out and brushed the meeting of their clits.

They both squealed into their shared kiss as I caressed their buds.

I fluttered my tongue against those two pink nubs, reveling in the mix of their spicy and tart passions. My nose pressed into Hana's snatch while my chin rubbed against Basira's plump folds. They both shifted and moaned, their pleasure radiating through the room.

"You need to fuck them, Becky," panted the king. "You have to breed my wives."

"Yes, yes, breed us!" moaned Hana. "We loved each other, Becky."

"Yes, we did," Basira moaned. "That was so naughty. I came so hard. But I need your futa-dick in me."

"No, in me!" Hana moaned. "I am the first wife. The head queen."

True.

My fingers dug into her rump as I fluttered my tongue up and down at the meeting of their flesh. I danced between them, gathering their tart and spicy flavors. I loved them. They were so exciting. They mixed in my mouth, the meeting of two queens.

My dick throbbed. My pussy clenched. It was time. I had to fuck them. I had to be in their royal cunts while their husband, the king, watched. I rose, my round breasts swaying, my blonde hair caressing my shoulders.

I threw a look over my shoulder at the king stroking his cock. "I'm about to breed both your wives."

"Yes, yes," he panted his eyes wild with lust. "Do it. Fuck them, Becky!"

"Use our naughty pussies!" moaned Basira.

"Breed us!" moaned Hana. "I need it. I can't think of anything else."

I pressed my futa-dick against their pussies, right where their clits rubbed together. As they squirmed, tribbing their snatches together, they bathed me. I shuddered, my eyes so wide as the pleasure spilled down my shaft.

My pussy clenched. It was incredible. I just wanted to thrust forward and be in them filled to the hilt. I drew in a deep breath, my heart hammering in my chest. It would be incredible. They would engulf me in sweet delight.

I slid up to Hana's pussy and buried into the Queen of Saudi Arabia's snatch.

Her married pussy engulfed my cock. I plunged into her hot depths in a single stroke. My crotch smacked into her vulva. Her butt-cheeks rippled. Her back arched, her snatch squeezing down on my girth.

"Her futa-cock is in me!" she moaned. "Basira, she's fucking me!"

Basira moaned something in Arabic. "You so lucky!"

"You'll get a taste," I said, smiling. My tits heaved as I pumped away at Hana's snatch. I reamed the mature queen's cunt, her pussy caressing my dick, building my orgasm.

I was already so close to cumming. This entire situation was just so exciting. It was utterly unexpected. I was so glad I got to enjoy it. To fuck not just one queen, but two. I shook my head in pure delight.

I ripped my girl-dick out of Hana's pussy and rammed it into the younger queen's snatch. Basira squealed as her tight cunt clenched down on my invading futa-cock. My twat squeezed, too, drinking in the pleasure shooting down my shaft.

"No, no, I need you in me!" whimpered Hana.

"I'll be back!" I promised, thrusting hard into Basira's snatch. "Just… just… you have to share. You're both Njam's wives. You need to love each other and share in the pleasures of his harem."

"Yes!" he groaned as I pumped away at his younger wife.

Then I ripped out of Basira's tight snatch. For a moment, my dick ached to be in hot pussy. The air felt cool around my soaked dick. Then I plunged into Hana. The mature queen moaned in delight, squirming atop the younger.

"Becky!" whimpered Basira.

"Ooh, she's in me!" groaned Hana. "You have to cum in me, Becky!"

"I will," I promised, slamming into her, thrusting with all my might. "Just… just…"

I ripped out of Hana's snatch and plunged into Basira's. This was such a fun delight to experience. A few strokes in Basira's tight pussy then I was back into Hana's juicy snatch. The mature queen moved her hips, stirring her twat around me before I yanked my futa-dick out of her. Basira welcomed me back, clenching her silky walls around my cock.

My dick's tip drank in the pleasure while my pussy grew hotter and hotter. Juices trickled out of me while my tits heaved. My flesh smacked into them, one moment smacking into Hana's vulva while I fucked Basira, then into Hana's rump while I plunged into her creamy twat.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I howled, dizzy pleasure sweeping through me.

"Becky!" gasped Hana. "Yes, yes, yes! Breed me! Breed us!"

I rammed back into Basira.

"Fire your cum into us!" Basira moaned, her twat clenching down around my futa-cock. "Please, please, give it to us!"

My ovaries grew tighter and tighter. Every time I ripped out of one cunt and buried into another royal pussy, I came closer to exploding. My body shook. The pleasure raced through me. My head swayed from side to side. My tits heaved. Stars danced before my eyes as the ecstasy swelled in me. I groaned, my snatch clenching. Juices leaked out of me.

They dribbled down my thighs.

"Breed my wives," groaned Njam.

"Yes!" Hana moaned as I rammed back into her. "Breed us."

I couldn't hold back. Her pussy squeezed down around me. Her royal husband watched me pump away at her snatch. I drew back and then rammed into her cunt. I was the President of the United States, and I was cumming into the Queen of Saudi Arabia's cunt.

Ecstasy fired out of me. My dick unloaded. Two hots squirts fired out of me as she cried out in rapture. Her pussy convulse around me, joining me in ecstasy. I yanked out of her, the pleasure screaming through me.

My jizz splattered across both their royal cunts, drenching them in my seed.

"Fuck, yes!" I howled and rammed into Basira's pussy, spurting more and more jizz into the younger queens' depths.

She cried out in Arabic. Her pussy spasmed about my dick. She writhed, twitching with a fast, rippling pattern. She milked out my cock, ensuring that she got an equal amount of my fertile seed as Hana.

I swayed, the passion besetting me from both sides. It left me dizzy. My eyes fluttered. I groaned, panting, my heart pounding in rapturous delight. I shook my head, my eyes fluttering. I was struggling to think straight through the ecstasy.

"You bred my wives," groaned King Njam.

"Yes!" I panted, my body shuddering. I ripped out of Basira's cunt. Both their pussies dripped in my seed, running out of them as the two queens panted. I glanced at the king. "Enjoy your new slutty wives."

He grinned and pounced on them.

I leaned back and watched him line up at Hana's cum-filled cunt. He rammed into her, making her moan. Pleasure crossed his face as he thrust into her. He stirred her up then switched to Basira's cunt, burying into their sloppy depths.

I smiled. I did this. I loved being the world's first futa.

As King Njam fucked back and forth between his two wives' sloppy cunts, I grinned at him and said, "They're going to have my futa-daughters, you know. I did breed them."

"I know," he groaned, his face twisting with pleasure as he pumped away in Queen Hana's cream-filled snatch. He ripped his cock out and plunged into his younger wife's tighter snatch. "And?"

"And they're going to be your step-daughters. You're going to raise them. They'll be a part of your family, and they'll need a world that doesn't hate them."

He glanced at me.

"A world that loves them, cherishes them, respects them." I smiled at him as he kept fucking into Basira's cunt. "And you can help me build that world, Your Majesty."

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April 17th, 2047

"He went for it," Adelia asked.

"Yep," I said, nodding. "That's how I won over the Saudis. But it wasn't smooth just because I had their king. People still resisted. He had a horrible time dealing with the Religious Police." I sighed. "Things still aren't perfect in the Middle East, but my futa-daughters are making in roads. Having two growing up in the royal palace was a big help."

"So there's hope?"

"Yep, there's hope." I smiled. "Things are changing slowly. They're improving. And our new world government will make it one of our priorities. A stable Middle East is vital for the rest of the world. It's the meeting place of three continents. It straddles the trading routes of the world."

"That is good to hear." Adelia shifted ."Now, you next big diplomacy was Slovenia, correct? Your contest?"

I smiled. "I have to admit, I didn't expect that to happen when I made my state visit to the president-for-life of that country. People said it was a mistake to even go there and meet with him, but if we don't talk with our opponents, how can we convince them to change. You don't do it by shouting and insulting them. You have to be an example to them. Connect to them on a personal level.

"I just had to do it in a strange way."

Adelia laughed, nodding her head. "That it was."

To be continued…

The World's First Futa–Futa's Wild Presidency Chapter Four: Futa's First Sensual Contest

The World's First Futa

Futa's Wild Presidency

Chapter Four: Futa's First Sensual Contest

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Hermaphrodite/Females, Male/Female, Female/Female, Female Masturbation, Male/Female/Hermaphrodite, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Orgy, Creampie, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Ass to Pussy, Ass to Mouth

April 17th, 2047

"For the next year or so, you had a good string of diplomatic success," Adelia said as we neared the end of our interview on my life. As much fun as it was to talk about my life on my forty-eighth birthday, I was eager to finish this last segment. I needed a break.

But I still had to be positive and sexy, to let the world see me answer her questions without showing my fatigue. I had to be in control, presidential. "Yes, yes, the Dubai Accords were a smashing success, and I was so thrilled with how we handled the humanitarian crisis in the Democratic Republic of Congo. Though Russia continued resisting, I was bringing around the other nations."

"Yes, you 'seduced' China with economic opportunities offered by your allies in Europe and South America, and Japan jumped in right from the beginning."

"Yes, Japan was with me 100%. They always loved me. Plus, my futa-daughters I bred during my years living there were celebrities in their own right. A dozen of them had formed a J-Pop group that performed for my second inauguration," I said. "But we're not there yet, are we? I think I know what you want to talk about."

"The Russian sphere, the remnants of the Eastern Bloc and those countries that, while independent from the Federation, still had economic and political ties back to Moscow," Adelia said.

"Futas were gaining footholds almost everywhere else, but the Russians, particularly President Demyan Ignatov, didn't want anything to do with us. But my daughters, Christina in particular, identified a weakness in their alliance. The most strident supporter of the Russian position was Vladislav Kokot."

"The 'President for Life' of Slovenia," Adelia said to the cameras and the studio audience. "He took advantage of the European Union's collapse twenty years ago to install himself as all but a dictator in the Eastern European country."

"Propped up by Moscow," I added. "But if I could win him over, I would have the strongest Russian cheerleader on my side, kicking out the legs from beneath their alliance. Then I could deal with President Demyan Ignatov directly."

"Smart," Adelia said. "But I bet you didn't expect that to happen when you came for your diplomatic visit."

"That's an understatement," I said. "Back home, I was getting hammered by the remnants of the democratic and republican parties for 'legitimizing' a dictator by visiting Slovenia. But I had to do this. I had to win him over.

"I just didn't expect the cost."

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August 13th, 2038

"A fucking contest?" I blurted out to President Vladislav Kokot as he lead me out of the presidential palace onto its back lawn where a horde of Eastern European women waited naked and eager. "You want to have a fucking contest? With me?"

"Indeed," Vladislav said, a big grin on his thick lips. He was a tall man and fit, his chest deep and broadly muscled. His Italian suit couldn't hide his strength. This was a man who cultivated fitness. He had a thick mustache on his face, his hair dark, not a hint of gray. "The one of us who cums in the most amount of women in three hours, wins."

"But you're a man," I said. "And I'm… well, me! Surely you know how much stamina I have." I may be pushing forty now, but my futa-daughters threw orgies all the time, bringing in as many virgin, nubile girls for us to fuck as we could handle. Though they'd inherited my genes, they hadn't inherited my unlimited stamina. I could cum and cum and cum. "No offense, Mister President, but you cannot compete with me."

"See, that is the arrogance that we despise about you futanari," he said. "You think you are here to supplant men, but I am here to tell you that we can compete with you. We can have as much stamina as you. Can cum as much as you. Impregnate as many women as you."

"You think I'm here to supplant you?" I asked.

"You futanari will supplant the entire human race in a few generations if you're not stopped," he said. "If barricades aren't erected to keep you out of sovereign nations. I will not give up without a fight. I will prove that men are superior to you today."

"How?" I asked, shaking my head as I gazed out at the horde of women. "You know that's physically impossible. Men have to recover. You have a refractory period before you can even get an erection again, let alone ejaculate."

"The same way men have always conquered nature," he growled, his hand shoving into his pocket. "Through the use of our minds." He pulled out a thick, blue pill, a string of numbers and letters stamped into the side. "This is how I will beat you."

"What?" I asked. "Is that Viagra?"

"This is superior to that. To Cialis. To all the male enhancement drugs." He shook it at me. "With this, I shall have the same sexual prowess as you. We shall be evenly matched." His grin grew, his mustache bristling on his upper lip. "Then we shall see if you futanari deserve to supplant us, or if us men need to do our duty, step up, and out breed you to protect our species."

"Are you saying if I win, you'll sign the Dubai Accords?" I asked. I had plans for those accords. Step one was to get everyone cooperating in a way that the UN had always failed to achieve. It was too mired in its bureaucracy. The Accords would be something better, a true foundation for a democratic government modeled off the United States Constitution.

A world government that respected the sovereign powers its member states the way the Federal government I ran had to respect the individual states sovereign rights and powers. I would deliver world peace to my futa-daughters and their descendants.

I owed them that.

"I will sign if you win."

"Agreed," I said, my girl-cock already swelling hard. "If you win, I shall withdraw the pressure I'm putting on the Russian Federation and her allies. You can manufacture that pill and see if men can truly out-breed my daughters and me."

He nodded his head. "This is how evolution works. Will mankind adapt to the changing pressure, or will the new mutation carry the day?"

"Mutation, huh?" I asked, staring down at my cock swelling in my skirt. "Some people thing I'm divine. That God crated me, or Allah. Others think I'm a devil, an anomaly, that aliens created me. I've heard some crackpots claim I was created in the lab by the Illuminati."

He grinned at me. "No, no, evolution produced you. It can happen, you know, rapid change in a species. It is not supposed to happen in a large, global population, but in isolation." He shrugged. "But scientists can be wrong, particularity when they only have a handful of bones to study. Today, we shall find out who is superior."

"You are an interesting man," I said, trying not to like him. He had seized control of his nation and used its military to suppress any dissent. People who questioned him had a way of ending up in prison, but…

I had to work with him. Political reality was a murky thing sometime.

"Select two of your staff to be judges, and I will select two of mine, one watching each of us that way we can rely on their count," he said.

I nodded my head. "Christina and Lola," I said. "You got it."

"Sure, Mom," my daughters said. Lola gave her wife a quick hug, they were married two months ago, and darted towards me. Christine pushed up her glasses and took a statelier walk to me.

The president popped the pill into his mouth and swallowed it without any water. I arched an eyebrow at that. It made my own throat tighten just thinking about mimicking that feat. Then, together, we descended to the women who were all quivering in delight.

They were young, of course, between eighteen and twenty-five, their bodies lovely. A garden of delights from flat-chested girls with little A cups to busty girls that had to be F or even G cups, their bountiful tits overflowing their hands. Most had dark hair, a range of brunettes to raven-blacks, their faces delicate, skin pale with that Eastern European roundness and high cheekbones. Some had shaved pussies, others trimmed or with landing strips, while some had fierce bushes.

"Aren't they all just lovely?" he asked. "They were all eager for it, all wanting to be bred by you because us men haven't shown them our true prowess." He shook his head in disgust. "Feminism has utterly ruined two generations of men."

I arched an eyebrow at that but didn't comment. I would show him my prowess.

"Most young men are raised to care about their feelings. To be sensitive, delicate, dainty things who consume too much soy and have no testosterone. No wonder women are needing something virile in their lives. Humans are sexual beings, President Woodard. Everything we do is about sex at some level. We're not aware of it, but it drives men to success and women to be beautiful.

"All for this." He spread out his arms. "For fucking. For rutting. You are re-invigorating our race. That is why you evolved. But it is time for men to seize back their place and show the women of the world that they can give them what they crave deep in their DNA."

I blinked my eyes. He ranted like a cheesy villain in a B movie.

He loosened his tie while the women moaned around us. They were all touching themselves, eager for me. I was surprised they weren't mobbing me. That could happen with women who had never been around me. They managed to have a great deal of discipline as their hands rubbed at their hot cunts, juices dribbling down their thighs.

I stripped, too. As Vladislav barred his broad, hairy chest, I slipped out of my blouse, my round, plump tits on display. Still firm despite my age. I had a fit body, in great shape. They said forty's the new twenty, and I wasn't quite that old. I had almost a full year left before my big 4-0 birthday.

A moan rose from the crowd as my skirt came off, my girl-dick cradled in a pair of pink satin panties with a white frill running across it. I loved the cut of this pair. It fit me well. I smiled at the women, winking at them as they stared at me with lusty hunger, the sun shining on their pale flesh.

"Mmm, I can feel it working already," groaned Vladislav, his dick thrusting hard before him. For a man, he was hung. I blinked at that. He was almost as hung as one of my daughters, but I still dwarfed him.

I thrust my panties down. My clit-dick popped out, the tip flicking a drop of precum before me. It spun through the air while the Slovenian women moaned. Their passion echoed around me as I wiggled out of my panties, my pussy on fire. My blonde bush was soaked with excitement.

"Mmm, now we mount our beds," he said as a group of soldiers in a strange pattern of camouflage, green and browns with some dark reds mixed in. It wasn't the digital print style of my own armed forces. They set down the king-sized beds, saluted their naked president, then retreated, no doubt envious of the dictator.

"These women are all willing to sleep with you?" I asked as I sat on my bed, the pair of us separated by about twenty feet.

"Oh, yes, they understood," he said. "They are being paid for it, too." He grinned. "More than a few were willing yesterday for the first test. You might not get to breed them. They might already be pregnant with my strong sons."

"Pity," I said. "I was hoping to populate your country with my horny daughters."

He threw back his head and laughed. His chest rose and fell. It highlighted the long, pale scar running across his torso half-hidden amid his curly chest hairs. "I like you, President Woodward. Yes, yes, a pity you are a futanari. We could have been friends."

I shook my head as I took my position, kneeling on the bed, my dick thrusting out before me. It was a shame this was a race. There wouldn't be time for any good foreplay, just hot and heavy sex, thrusting my cock into fertile pussies.

A gun shot cracked through the air.

Soldiers grabbed two women, pushing one at me, the other at Vladislav. Both women shrieked in joy, rushing forward. The girl going for the president did look eager. Maybe she was just horny because of me. Guys loved my orgies for that reason. All the girls were wet for me, but when I was busy, they needed someone to fuck.

"President Futa!" my brown-haired beauty moaned. She had round breasts that bounced as she hopped onto the bed, her pussy shaved. "I'm Branka! So happy fuck you!"

"And I'm so happy to breed you, Branka," I said and flashed her a grin.

She threw her arms around my neck and planted a hot and heavy kiss on me. Her tongue dove into my mouth. I shuddered, mine dancing with hers. It was incredible to feel her breasts rubbing on mine, her youthful body quivering while my cock rubbed against her belly, the tip throbbing.

"Yes, yes, yes!" grunted the girl on the president's bed, her short, black hair bouncing as he pounded her from behind. Her large tits bounced and swayed.

"Better get fucking, President Woodward," he grunted as his heavy balls smacked into his woman.

I broke the kiss with Branka. "Just trying to make it fair for you."

He laughed as he thrust away, gripping the girl's hips. Meaty thwacks echoed through the air,the girl's butt-cheeks rippling. Her heavy tits swayed, her nipples almost brushing the top of the blanket while she moaned out in Slovenia.

"Mmm, yes, fuck my pussy!" moaned Branka to me. "It is juicy pussy! You see! Make you cum hard. Make baby in me!"

"Yes!" I moaned. "A futa-baby. Get down on your hands and knees so I can fuck you hard!"

"Ooh, yes!"

Branka spun around, her brown hair whipping behind her, the ends caressing the tips of my nipples. Pleasure tingled out of me. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. It was such a delicious thrill to experience, making my futa-dick throb. Then she fell down onto her hands and knees, presenting that pump rump at me, her shaved pussy peeking between her thighs.

She had a tight slit, her vulva flushed with her arousal. Her juices gleamed on her smooth flesh, inviting me to love her. I grabbed my dick, feeling all the women's eyes watching me, that horde of masturbating, moaning, eager creatures. Some were even loving each other, plunging digits into their friends', or maybe even strangers', hot snatches.

"Fuck me, President Futa," whimpered Branka. "Hurry, hurry. You don't want to lose, do you?"

"He's a man," I said, ignoring the brawny Vladislav fucking his busty girl hard. "We can enjoy ourselves."

"If you say so," she muttered then gasped as I pressed the tip of my cock against her pussy.

I might not get to enjoy any foreplay, but I didn't have to pound her like a wild animal. I could make us both enjoy this so much. He might cum a few times, but his cock would flag. I had three hours of loving women ahead of me.

Branka moaned as I penetrated her. I slid my cock into her snatch. She whimpered, her hips shaking as her hot, pink flesh engulfed more and more of me. That silky delight slid around my shaft, embracing me in wet heat. I moaned, my throbbing tip drinking in the pleasure. My own cunt reveled in the heat flowing down my shaft, my juices flowing and soaking my bush.

"Damn," I moaned as I bottomed out in her, savoring her delight.

"President Futa!" she moaned, her snatch clenching down around my cock. "That is so good."

I smiled at her as she wiggled her hips, her plump ass jiggling. I popped my fingers into my mouth, sucking on them. I didn't fuck her yet, just letting her get used to my dick being buried in her cunt. She whimpered, stirring her snatch around me. Then she rocked forward, sliding a few inches up my shaft before slamming back down me.

I moaned about my digits while her butt-cheeks rippled. She had such a cute ass. My cock throbbed in her. She threw a look over her shoulder, her round face twisted in passion. A bold nose twitched over her plump lips.

"Please, please, fuck me! Breed me!" She rocked again, her pussy caressing my dick.

I popped my fingers out of my mouth. "Mmm, I will. I will pump so much jizz into your snatch." I pressed my fingers against her asshole, swirling it around. She whimpered, her snatch clenching on me. "I'll give you such delight.

I thrust both my digits into her asshole.

"President Futa!"

Her bowels engulfed my fingers. I wiggled them in deep, feeling my own cock through the thin membranes of her flesh separating us. Now I drew back my cock, her asshole squeezing down on my digits. I stroked my own cock through her flesh, massaging my shaft before I rammed back into her.

My crotch smacked into her. My breast heaved. I moaned as the pleasure rippled through me. I savored it, the shouting around us, the women moaning, cheering us on. I would win this contest. I would show Vladislav that my cock was superior than his drug-enhanced dick and—

"Prekleto!" he bellowed, the unmistakable sound of a man grunting through his orgasm.

I groaned as the girl shuddered and slid off his cock. His cum dribbled out of her a moment later. His dick gleamed in the sunlight, coated in her juices. The girl stumbled off the bed while a soldier brought him a new one.

He was still hard.

"1-0, Slovenia!" a man boomed.

My hips slowed their thrusts as his cock stayed hard. I mean, I knew that was supposed to happen. That was what Viagra did. But Viagra didn't allow a man to cum more than normal. It just kept his dick from going soft.

Not a big deal.

I plunged into Branka's pussy again, thrusting faster, harder while a young woman with small titties sauntered to the bed, a big smile on her face. She threw herself on it, spreading her legs wide, her body quivering.

"Fuck me, President Kokot! Fuck me hard!" the girl squealed in English.

"Kurba!" growled the president before he fell on the slender thing and rammed his cock into her hard.

He fucked her with a furious passion, pounding her. I jammed my fingers in and out of Branka's asshole in response. I plundered her pussy with my futa-dick. She moaned about me, both her hole squeezing down on my thrusting cock and digits.

Pleasure flowed down my shaft, bleeding into my pussy. My breasts heaved as I fucked the girl. She whimpered and moaned, her pussy growing hotter, juicier around me. Her brown hair swayed about her shoulders.

"Yes, yes, yes!" moaned Branka. "So good! You have good cock! Mighty cock!"

"And you have such a tight pussy and asshole!" I groaned, pumping in and out of her holes faster.

My dick drank in the silky friction of her pussy. I drove myself to my orgasm. My ovaries drank in the heat flooding into my cunt. My cum churned in side me, approaching a boil. I brought myself closer and closer to erupting into Branka and breeding her.

That ache built. That wonderful, amazing moment of spurting jizz. I pounded her hard now. She moaned, her pussy convulsing around my cock. She cried out in rapture, her juices gushing out of her as she came hard.

"Cum in me, President Futa!" she moaned. "Tie him! Let us win."

"Yes!" I panted, slamming into her cumming snatch. I just needed a few more strokes.

"Prekleto!" roared the president.

My head shot over. My eyes bulged as the girl bucked beneath him, moaning and gasping in orgasmic bliss while his face was contorted, frozen in that moment of ejaculatory ecstasy. He was cumming in her!

In a moment, he was ripping her cock out of her. She moaned, her body rolling out of the way. I caught a glimpse of her black bush matted with pearly jizz before she stumbled off the bed, looking flushed and happy.

"2-0, Slovenia," the voice announced.

The pressure suddenly hit me. He was already two women up on me. That urge to cum had suddenly evaporated in my ovaries and at the tip of my futa-cock. Despite Branka's pussy convulsing about my clit-dick, I was suddenly nowhere near my orgasm.

What if he beat me? What if he showed the world that his cock, fueled by the Super Viagra, was superior to mine? What would that mean? My plan would only work if I could get Russia to sign the Accords. They were the last great nation resisting.

I needed to focus. To concentrate on this convulsing pussy wrapped about my futa-dick. I thrust forward, burying into Branka's snatch. The brunette, Slovenia beauty rocked back into me, moaning and gasping.

"Cum in me, President Futa!" she begged, her pussy's spasming slowing. "Please, please, I just need it."

"I'm getting there," I muttered, struggling to feel that ache building and building at the tip of my futa-dick.

I was in hot pussy. I should be able to do this. Why couldn't I do this? I had never had problem with my futa-cock before. Everyone was looking at me. All these girls were chanting and moaning, masturbating themselves or fingering each other. They all wanted my futa-cum. I had to give it to them. I had to beat this disgusting, misogynist man beside me.

"Ooh, President Kokot!" gasped a girl with round breasts and pierced nipples. "Ram big cock in me! I cum so hard!"

"Yes!" he groaned, slamming into her. "I'll fill your pussy with so much jizz."

I had to ignore him. Just concentrate on Branka's sweet snatch. On how amazing she felt around my futa-dick. I thrust hard, my tits bouncing, my blonde hair swaying about my shoulders. My dick pumped in and out of her juicy snatch. Her silky flesh caressed me.

Branka felt good around me.

So tight and fertile. She needed me to breed her. I had to pump my cum in her and fill her to the brim with so much spunk. Nothing else truly mattered but that. I just had to ram into her. Make her cum on my futa-dick again.

She needed to explode on my cock. It would be incredible. She would milk me and I would spill into her. I shoved my hand around her waist. I slid down her shaved pubic mound and found her clit. I massaged her little bud.

"President Futa!" she gasped, her snatch squeezing around me, so hot and silky. "Please, please, cum in me. Breed me. Plant futa-baby in me!"

"I will!" I moaned. "Just a little more." That ache built and built. I could do this.

"You nasty Kurba!" growled the president. "You cumming already."

"I prime pussy, President Kokot!" the round-breasted girl moaned. "Yes, yes, flood me with your cum."

"Almost there!" growled the president.

I grit my teeth. I pumped so hard, that pressure building. Just a few more strokes and I would erupt in her. I was hitting that wonderful point of no return. My hips hammered Branka's pussy while my fingers danced along her clit, stimulating her, making her gasp and moan.

My strokes were hard, my crotch slapping into the girl's rump. Her butt-cheeks jiggled. My tits smacked together as they heaved. My entire body felt flushed. My pussy juices flooded down my thighs I was so wet. So eager to—

"Prekleto!" grunted Vladislav as he came in the girl again.

"Yes!" she squealed.

"Fuck!" I snarled. I squeezed my eyes shut as everyone cheered and shouted around me.

"3-0, Slovenia," the damned announcer proclaimed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I snarled.

"What's the matter?" Vladislav taunted as he stretched out on his back, his dick hard, thrusting wet from his crotch. His black pubic hair was matted with pussy cream. A busty girl, in her mid-twenties, darted forward, her hands holding her tits against her chest to keep them from bouncing. "Having issues?"

"No!" I snarled, thrusting into Branka's pussy, my finger dancing on her clit.

I could do this. I could cum in her.

"President Futa!" Branka squealed, her pussy writhing about my dick. I shuddered, feeling that wonderful delight of a hot, fertile pussy sucking at my ovaries. She whimpered in need. "Breed me!"

My body responded. Finally. I buried into her and gasped at the delight exploding in me. I finally came. "Take it, slut! Take my cum!"

My body shuddered. An angry explosion of rapture burst out of my cunt while my futa-dick unloaded blast after blast of my girl-jizz into Branka's nubile depths. Her pussy milked me as my ovaries unloaded into her.

"3-1, Slovenia!"

I had never had such a hard time cumming in a girl. Nearly twenty-one years as a futa, and that had never happened to me. I was always potent. I always came. Today couldn't be any different. I had to cum and cum and cum because I was already two behind. And that busty girl was riding Vladislav fast and hard.

I had to win this!

"Yes, yes you will cum so hard in me," she cooed as he fondled her big tits. "You will flood me, Mr. President. Give me so much of your jizz."

"Yes, then I will breed all the other women here. I will give you what the famed futa can't."

I grit my teeth. I had to do something to catch up. I needed to get my mojo back. An idea struck me when Branka crawled off my dick, her pussy slipping off my shaft with a wet plop. Immediately, my pearly jizz leaked out of her.

I needed a distraction.

"Don't go," I groaned, grabbing Branka's arm. "I need you to help me out."

"Yes!" she moaned.

I rolled onto my back as my second girl arrived, a petite think with flowing, black hair, her breasts small handfuls. She had a landing strip of dark fur leading right to her tight, girlish slit. Her vulva was puffy, her juices glistening as they dribbled down her thighs. She was barely legal and eager to be bred.

"My turn!" she moaned, hopping onto the bed and crawling towards me, her dark eyes bright. "I'm Lidija, President Futa."

"Ride me," I moaned. "And Branka, sit on my face. Let me eat that creampie."

"Naughty futa!" moaned Branka.

As Lidija straddled my waist, Branka straddled my head. She lowered her pussy to my waiting lips. Before she reached it, my cum bubbled out of her pussy. It landed on my mouth. I groaned at the flavor of my own salty cum seasoned by her sweet juices. Then her hot, shaved snatch was pressed against my face at the same moment that Lidija rubbed the tip of my dick up and down her pump vulva.

She impaled her cunt down my shaft.

I moaned into Branka's pussy, her legs pressing on the side of my face, on my ears, as I feasted on her. The world grew muffled, letting me concentrate on eating her snatch. I stared at her plump rump, my tongue digging through her snatch and gathering the futa-jizz out of her delicious hole.

My futa-dick ached and throbbed in Lidija's tight pussy. She didn't have a hymen, but I swear she was still a virgin with how tight that sheath was. Her silky cunt clung to my dick as she rode me, working that pussy up and down my cock.

"Ooh, yes, yes, ride the president's cock," Branka moaned, grinding her twat on my face, her juices spilling down my chin. "She give such good pleasure."

"Yes!" Lidija moaned, her snatch squeezing around my dick. Proving things could get so much tighter for me.

My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure flowed through me. Her hips wiggled from side to side, stirring her snatch around my girl-dick. I moaned. The pleasure was incredible. It was such a treat to experience.

I licked more and more of my futa-cum out of Branka's sweet snatch, my tongue digging deep into her as I enjoyed Lidija's tight snatch sliding up and down my dick. My futa-cock ached. My pussy clenched. The pleasure built and swirled around my ovaries, a new load of cum ready to erupt out of them and spill into the girl's depths.

"Yes, yes, yes," moaned Branka. "Breed her, too! Like you bred me, President Futa!"

"I want your baby so desperately much!" whimpered Lidija. "Yes, yes, your futa-daughter. Put it in my belly!"

"Yes!" I moaned into Branka's pussy.

The world became just these two girls. I just had to please them. Love them. Make them cum, then I'd erupt into Lidija's silky snatch. The pressure built at the tip of my cock. When she slid up me, she sucked at my ovaries. It felt incredible. It had me dizzy with delight. I moaned into Branka's snatch, coming close and closer to erupting.

"4-1, Slovenia," the announcer shouted, barely audible over the rush of blood in my ears.

I didn't care. I was Becky Woodward, the worlds first futa. I would cum in this girl's snatch while making Branka explode for a third time. I sucked on the girl's clit, making Branka squeal as she shuddered atop me, my pussy aching in Lidija's pussy.

Lidija moaned louder and louder. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter as she worked it up and down my shaft. She slammed down me, leaning forward, shifting how her pussy caressed my dick. She rose up me, squeezing hard.

The pressure was incredible. My toes curled. I moaned about Branka's clit.

Then Lidija's pussy went wild about my futa-dick. Her hot flesh convulsed. I whimpered, the heat slamming through me. She was cumming on me. Her snatch was writhing about my futa-cock. The pleasure was incredible.

I nipped Branka's clit with my teeth.

"President Futa!" both girls moaned.

Hot juices squirted into my mouth. A sweet flood. Lidija's pussy massaged my cock as she kept riding me, eager for my cum firing in her depths. I had to deliver. I had to give her what she needed. My ovaries clenched.

I exploded.

The rapture fired out of my clit-dick. It slammed into my mind as I gulped down Branka's sweet cream mixed with traces of my salty spunk. My futa-jizz fired into another Slovenian girl's fertile pussy, breeding her, giving her such a wondrous treat.

"4-2, Slovenia," the announcer cried out.

I was gaining.

"President Futa!" Branka moaned, falling off of me.

Sounds crashed back into my ears. People were cheering, moaning, gasping. I could do this. I had fucked my political opponents on a national debate. I cuckolded the British prime minister then overcame the drug killing her sex drive. I made the queens of Saudi Arabia into my whores while their king cheered me on.

I could out-fuck Vladislav!

"Who's next?" I cried out as Lidija pulled herself off my cock, my cum spilling down her thighs.

"Me!" a sultry voice purred. A willowy beauty with big tits and curving his purred. She had a bob of short, black hair about her round, angelic face. "I'm Avgusta."

"On your hands and knees," I panted. "I am going to fuck your ass so hard!"

"Yes, President Futa."

To my delight, Avgusta nuzzled into Lidija's pussy, licking out my cum as she wiggled her hips at me. Her ass was curvy and sexy, her bush soaked with her juices. I didn't have to breed the women. I just had to cum in them.

On the other bed, Vladislav fucked his fifth woman hard, his body drenched in sweat. I grinned. I could do this.

I rammed my girl-dick into Avgusta's asshole. She squealed as I sodomized her with my pussy-soaked dick. Her bowels wrapped about my cock, squeezing down on them as I buried to the hilt in her in a single plunge. My crotch smacked her bubbly ass, sending ripples across her butt-cheeks.

"You're my anal slut!" I hissed as I pumped my cock hard into her asshole. I was on fire. "Say it!"

"I'm your anal slut, President Futa!" howled Avgusta. Her bowels squeezed around my cock, that velvety grip a delightful change from being in pussy.

Something different to inspire me.

I pounded her hard and fast. I reamed into her bowels over and over again. I pumped hard, my tits heaving. They slapped together as my world was this tight, hot sheath. Her asshole clenched and relaxed as she moaned into Lidija's snatch.

"Yes, yes, cum in her," the petite girl moaned, squirming on the bed. "She loves it. She's your anal slut."

"Yes!" I moaned.

"Your anal slut, President Futa!" Avgusta moaned. "Cum in my asshole! Fill me with your jizz!"

It was so incredible to hear. It inspired me. My futa-dick throbbed and ached. My pussy drank in the pleasure. That velvety delight burned around my cock. I licked my lips, soaked in Branka's sweet pussy juices, and reamed Avgusta's ass as hard as I could.

I fucked her with no reservations. I held nothing back. My dick plunged into her anal sheath hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. I wanted her gasping, moaning. I wanted her whimpering out in ecstatic need.

She feasted on Lidija. She devoured her as I buried to the hilt in her asshole again and again. I smacked her rump, leaving a bright handprint before I buried into her again. She moaned, her back arching.

"President Futa!" she howled. "Oh, yes, President Futa, I'm going to cum!"

"Of course you are!" I hissed. "You're my naughty anal slut!"

"I am!" she moaned.

That wonderful moment hit her. I buried into her as she cried out. Her bowels writhed around my dick, massaging the sensitive end of my cock. My clit-dick's crown drank in that velvety delight. Her flesh sucked at me, making my ovaries twist.

She kept licking Lidija as she cried out in rapture. She came just from my dick plunging into her asshole. That was how good I was at fucking a woman. My pussy clenched. My ovaries grew hotter and hotter.

"Fucking, yes!" I howled as I buried into her asshole. "Take my futa-cum, anal-slut!"

My jizz erupted.

"You're cumming in me!" Avgusta howled.

Her bowels milked my cock. Pleasure slammed into my mind. A euphoric wave that had the world spinning around me. My futa-cock throbbed and pulsed. My pussy convulsed. I pumped her asshole full of my jizz.

I buzzed on rapture. I threw my arm up in success. I was gaining on Vladislav. He glanced over me as he fucked his girl, his face flushed, his mustache quivering on his upper lip. I grinned at him as I ripped my cock out of Avgusta's asshole.

"4-3, Slovenia!"

Elizabeta was next. She hopped onto the bed, spread her thighs, and showed off her juicy pussy. "Ram your dirty dick in me, President Futa!"

"You wicked slut!" I moaned and buried my cock into her snatch.

I buffed my dick clean in her tight pussy. I pumped away, ramming into her as Elizabeta's tits bounced and jiggled. She had big, soft mounds. I squeezed them, loved them as I rammed into her pussy.

She cleaned my dick with enthusiasm. She polished my shaft with that juicy snatch as my orgasm built and built in me. It swelled so fast. I was on a roll. I was unstoppable. I would flood her snatch and breed my third Slovenia woman. I would pump her naughty cunt so full of my jizz.

"5-3, Slovenia!" the man announced.

A panting Vladislav rolled onto his back, his cock thrusting up still hard. His hairy chest heaved as his next girl, a slender brunette with round tits, mounted him. She impaled her cock on him as he groaned.

I grinned at him and buried to the hilt in my girl. I erupted. Her pussy convulsed about me, milking me up while I rode the high of another amazing orgasm. I buzzed in rapture as her spasming delight finished buffing my dick clean.

"5-4, Slovenia!"

"I'm catching up," I purred.

"Tristo kosmatih medvedov!" he growled.

My next girl, Damijana, was a petite thing, short and with puffy breasts, a thick, black bush between her thighs. I pounced on her, pressing my tits against her small, budding mounds. I kissed her hard on the mouth and fucked her hard.

She quivered beneath me while Vladislav's bedsprings rasped and he grunted like a wheezing pig. I loved it, reveled in the tight pussy wrapped around me. In no time, Damijana's snatch was convulsing around my cock, milking me.

I reached heaven again.

"5-5, tied," the announcer said, some of his enthusiasm gone.

Maja rode me hard, her round titties bouncing. She worked that heavenly pussy up and down my cock, a naughty grin on her face. Her brown hair bounced in a pair of pigtails around her while dimples shone in her freckled cheeks.

"Finally!" growled Vladislav.

"6-5, Slovenia!" the announcer said, gaining his excitement.

"Mmm, cumming, what a great idea!" I moaned and then erupted into Maja's snatch. Her pussy went wild about me.

"Yes, yes, yes, you breed me!" howled Maja as the pleasure spurting out of my futa-cock slammed into my mind.

"6-6, tied," the announcer said, still sounding hopeful.

I was feeling tired. I couldn't believe it, but I had been fucking hard. My heart pounded, my breath heavy. But I could keep it up. Vladislav looked even more exhausted then I did. That kept me going. His endurance was pharmaceutical. I was all natural.

He couldn't defeat me.

Our seventh girls arrived at almost the same time. Mine was a girl with bleached-blonde hair and a round face brimming with excitement. Slava was eager to be fucked. While Vladislav remained on his back, letting his busty girl ride him, I was interested in other delights.

I fucked Slava hard up the ass. I sodomized her while holding onto a fistful of her hair. She moaned and gasped and exploded on my dick. Her asshole writhed about my cock, sucking at my ovaries.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I howled, staring at Vladislav as he rubbed his hands across his sweaty face, his girl bouncing on his dick, whimpering as she rubbed his chest. "Take my cum, Slava!"

"President Futa!" screamed my seventh girl. My jizz exploded into her asshole.

And I exploded into the lead.

"6-7, America," the announcer said, his voice lacking any energy.

I cleaned my dick off in Zvezdana's pussy. I plundered over and over into the girl as I fucked her from behind. She was pinned on her stomach, groaning and gasping as her juicy snatch buffed my dick clean of Slava's asshole.

"Come on, Valentina," moaned Vladislav. "Make me cum!"

"I try!" she moaned, working her pussy up and down him. "My legs grow tired."

"You can do it!" he growled. "You make me cum, and you get an extra million tolars!"

I grinned as I unloaded into Zvezdana's cunt. I pumped her full of my jizz, breeding her with all my spunk. It felt incredible. I savored it. The pleasure flowed through me. It reinvigorated me, holding back that lethargy.

"6-8, America," the dejected announcer grunted.

I had Rozalija ride my dick next. She worked her tight pussy up and down my cock while her round breasts bounced before me. The entire time I stared at Valentina gasping and moaning, trying to coax Vladislav to cum in her pussy.

"Just unleash your cum into my juicy snatch," Valentina moaned. "Breed me."

"Trying!" he grunted.

"You breed me, President Futa!" Rozalija gasped as she slammed down my dick.

"Oh, yes!" I moaned.

Rozalija came like a firecracker. Her pussy convulsed around my futa-cock. That wonderful pleasure surged through me. My eyes widened. I thrust up into her, my ovaries unloading my ninth load of cum of the contest, spilling so deep into her.

"6-9, America…"

"Tristo kosmatih medvedov!" snarled Vladislav. "Make me cum!"

"Trying!" the girl muttered.

"Mmm, maybe this will help," I moaned, feeling so wild. I ignored the tenth girl brought out to me and rolled off my bed.

My legs felt rubbery as I rushed over to Vladislav. He glared at me as I mounted the bed. I thrust my pussy-soaked cock right at Valentina's mouth. The busty woman stared at my dick. Her tongue flicked across her lips.

Then she engulfed my futa-dick. I moaned as she sucked on my girl-cock. She cleaned off Rozalija tart pussy with such hunger. Valentina grasped my hips, her fingernails biting into my flesh as she sucked with all her passion.

"You can't do this," Vladislav moaned.

"I'm just taking a break," I said, winking at him. "All this fucking is exhausting."

The look of utter defeat on Vladislav face was such an inspiring sight.

My futa-cock spurted. My ovaries responded to Valentina's hunger. I pumped her mouth full of my futa-jizz. She moaned, sucking on it, gulping it down. Her big tits swayed as she squirmed atop the dictator.

A wave of euphoria swept through me. I threw back my head as I stole his woman. I gave her what she craved. I pumped her mouth full of my futa-cum. I was now three orgasms ahead of Vladislav. I didn't care if this one didn't even count.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"You won," Vladislav groaned, panting. "I can't… My dick hurts. I am done. Get off me Valentina. My balls are drained."

I smiled, ripping my futa-dick out of Valentina's mouth. My cum had spilled over her chin, glistening in the sunlight. The busty girl slid off of his cock. It was limp, the tip looking swollen, almost raw.

"Futanari…" he panted. "You are superior to men."

"You'll sign the Accords," I groaned, so dizzy from all that fucking. I wanted to pass out.

"Yes," he said. "Slovenia stands with you."

"Now you breed me, President Futa," moaned Valentina, the girl grabbing my aching cock. I was still hard. "I need baby! You put baby in me, yes?"

"Yes," I panted and fell on her. My day wasn't over with. So many women here to breed, to get a foothold for my futa-daughters in the Russian Bloc.

Sometimes, being president meant work, work, work.

Of course, it was pleasurable work. Valentina was tight and hot and juicy about my futa-dick.

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April 17th, 2047

"What an amazing contest," Adelia said. "It's so great to hear your perspective on it. I know the world was rooting for you, but…"

"You were getting worried?" I asked her, shifting on the loveseat before the live studio audience. I patted her knee, my pale hand contrasting with the rich, caramel hue of her skin. "So was I. That pill was something else, but it didn't let him out-fuck me. He realized that I was superior."

"What did you do afterward?"

"I slept for ten hours," I said. "I felt like I need more. It was intense. I was so focused and, well, I wasn't nineteen any longer. I didn't quite have as much stamina as I used to."

"The Russians weren't happy, were they?"

"Nope," I said. "They were having political upheavals, and along I came kicking out one of their supports right before I made my first state visit to Moscow." I leaned forward. "But I wasn't prepared for what I found in the Kremlin."

"I imagine that was quite the shock," Adelia said. "It's amazing how fast things can change."

I nodded my head, eager to talk about the next event in my presidency.

To be continued…

The World's First Futa–Futa's Wild Presidency Chapter Five: Futa's First Russian Passion

The World's First Futa

Futa's Wild Presidency

Chapter Five: Futa's First Russian Passion

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Females, Hermaphrodite/Female, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Creampie, Anal Sex, Rimming, Orgy, Lactation, Hot Wife, Cuckold

April 17th, 2047

"It wasn't a move I was expecting," I said as I stared at the cameras. I shook my head. I still couldn't quite believe it had happened. "President Demyan Ignatov caught me completely off-guard."

"Is it safe to say that was the most surprising moment in your presidency?" Adelia asked, the caramel-skinned woman leaning forward, such interest in her eyes. She licked her lips.

"Definitely," I said, shaking my head. "I can still remember that moment, coming down from my orgasm, and then getting punched in the guts. He orchestrated it so well. He knew just how to distract me."

"Everyone knows how to distract you," Adelia said, a big smile on her lips. "Pussy."

"Pussy," I agreed. "His wife and his sister's pussy. How could I not be distracted?"

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August 17th, 2038

"I am so sorry that my husband is running late," said Katerina, the wife of the Russian president. "Demyan had a pressing state matter come up."

"I understand," I said, smiling at the gorgeous brunette. She was a tall, fit, Russian beauty, her large breasts straining the champagne-hue gown she wore, the thin straps holding up the delicate dress. Her nipples were hard, her cheeks flushed. "It's brave of him to leave you alone with me."

"My brother is brave," said the woman walking on my other side, her arm also entwined with mine.

Zinaida was her brother if he'd been cast into a feminine mold. A striking blonde with flashing, green eyes, her lips plump, her round breasts jiggling in the soft-blue dress she wore. They jiggled and shook in such interesting, distracting ways. She had my dick so hard.

"In here, we have prepared refreshments for you and your futa-daughters, Madam President," Katerina purred. I always traveled with my daughters who advised me.

"Oh, please, Becky," I said, grinning at them. "And I thought you and your sister-in-law were my refreshments."

"Well, we could hardly satisfy you all ourselves," purred Katerina as the pair of Russian guards opened the door. The two men looked like mirrors to my own secret service.

I groaned at the room we entered. The Kremlin was an impressive place. It had that nineteenth-century, European excess you saw in their palaces. Everything was gilded, the crown molding carved with such detail and insert with gold. The walls were painted striking colors, sometimes clashing, but always bold. He furniture was elegant, hand-carved, made of expensive materials not used in modern times.

In addition too all that finery, this room had five naked, young women. They all cooed and giggled as we swept in. My daughters groaned behind me. It wasn't lost on me that there was one each for my futa-daughters I brought, a bevy of sultry delights for them to enjoy.

"I am going to love Russia," Danielle moaned as she snagged a leggy brunette with teardrop-shaped breasts that swayed. The Russian girl giggled as Danielle pushed her down onto an ornate divan and fell on her, kissing her hard. "Shame Rebecca had to stay behind on this one."

I nodded my head. Rebecca was back in Washington D.C. keeping on eye on the government for me. I trusted second-oldest daughter for that task.

My cock throbbed in my panties. I shivered, licking my lips. I loved sharing these little orgies with my daughters. Lola and her wife Jen grabbed a girl with dark-olive skin, her small breasts topped by upswept nipples. Lola took the right breast, her sandy-blonde hair falling over the Russian girl's tit while Jen engulfed the left nipple, both sucking.

"Mmm, your daughters don't waste time," Zinaida purred as she pushed me towards a couch in the middle of the room, her fingers already undoing the buttons of my blouse while Katerina slipped off my blazer.

"Neither do you and your sister-in-law," I moaned, my cock throbbing.

"We both want to be bred by you, Madam President," husked Katerina.

"Ooh, Mom, this is going to be great," Leah groaned as she pushed a blonde, Russian girl with high cheekbones down by the shoulders. He girl knelt before my daughter. Leah shook her head, her strawberry-blonde hair swaying. "Mmm, suck my futa-cock, slut."

"Da," the blonde Russian moaned.

"Yes, yes, I want you to do that, too," Christina said as she took off her glasses. "What's your name?"

"Toma," a black-haired, Russian girl with a delicate nose and plump lips said. Her large breasts shook as she sank to her knees before my nerdy daughter. "I will suck your girl-cock much hard."

"I like the sound of that," Katerina said, unzipping my skirt while her sister-in-law opened my blouse, exposing my naked, round breasts.

"No bra," moaned Zinaida. "Naughty."

"You're not wearing one, either," I said, glancing down her blue dress, the fabric of her dress clinging to her round breasts.

"And ruin the look of my gown?" she said before she nuzzled in and sucked on my right nipple.

I groaned, my pussy clenching at the rush of pleasure shooting through me. My hips shook from side to side as the passion surged through me. My pussy clenched. A wave of heat washed through me that had me dizzy with delight. My eyes fluttered.

The president's wife tugged down my skirt. She moaned, squeezing my rump through my panties. She tugged that off and kissed my butt-cheek. I shivered as the president's wife smooched along my rump while her sister-in-law nursed at my right nub.

"Oh, Mom, this is awesome," groaned Bethany. She already had her top off, her large breasts quivering as she held a brown-skinned, Russian beauty's head to her stomach. The girl had short, woolly hair, her African heritage contrasting with my daughter's pale skin. "It's nice when someone else procures the girls."

"Mmm, no temptations for you to pop their cherries before the orgies," I said as Katerina nuzzled between my butt-cheeks. "Oh, my, President Ignatov has a wicked wife."

Zinaida purred as she popped her mouth off my nipple. "Yes, she is wanton, isn't she? Mmm, and your cock is out."

The blonde Russian pulled off her dress, revealing her naked body beneath. She had round breasts topped by dusky-pink nipples. Her pussy was shaved, already glistening between her thighs. She winked at me, a smile on her lips.

"Just beautiful," I groaned.

Her smile grew naughtier as she sank to her knees. She stared up at me with those green eyes that were so much like her brother's. I smiled. This trip was going wonderfully. I couldn't believe Ignatov offered up his wife and sister to me. I would breed them both.

I shuddered as the president's wife fluttered her tongue against my asshole. She rimmed it, swirling her tongue around it while Zinaida kissed at the tip of my futa-cock. She nibbled on it with her plump lips, sending such pleasure rippling down to my pussy. My snatch clenched as the heat rippled through my body.

"Mmm, yes," I moaned, my eyes growing dizzy.

"Yes, yes, eat her, Jen," Lola moaned as she slid her girl-dick into her wife's pussy. They already had one daughter, Rebecca, and I swear they wanted another. Lola had the chance to fuck Russian pussy and still found her way into Jen's snatch. "Mmm, yes, yes, make her cum."

"Yes!" whimpered the dusky-skinned beauty. She had the look of Siberia about her. "Oh, so good pussy eating! Get me ready for Lola's big futa-cock!"

"Yes!" Lola moaned.

I shuddered, my body shaking. My daughters gasped and moaned around me as Zinaida slid her mouth over the tip of my cock and Katerina's tongue wiggled into my asshole. This was so exciting. I was cuckolding Ignatov and fucking his sister all at the same time.

I loved being the world's first futa.

Katerina's tongue felt so naughty as it swirled through my asshole. The heat melted into my pussy. My juices flowed, already soaking my bush and dribbling out of me. My cunt squeezed every time Zinaida sucked. She moaned as she did, so hungry for my cum. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft, stimulating me, driving me wild.

"Yes!" I groaned. "I'm going to cum in your mouth then fuck you and your sister-in-law."

"I want that," moaned Katerina before she sucked on my asshole, her fingers stroking up my thighs towards my juicy cunt.

"Ooh, you naughty slut, Toma," moaned Christina, her brown hair sweeping about her shoulders as she fucked the black-haired, pale-skinned beauty's mouth. "Yes, yes, take my cock! Then I'm going to fuck your pussy!"

"Danielle!" squealed from the divan, my daughter fucking her beauty hard. I couldn't see them, but the piece of furniture rocked.

"Yes, yes, yes, take my cock, Yaroslava!" moaned Danielle. "Your pussy is so tight! Mmm, tight, Russian pussy!"

"Big, American futa-cock!" Yaroslava moaned back.

My lust swelled. I loved that my daughters were having fun, and I had a hot mouth rimming my asshole and another sucking on my cock. Katerina's fingers found my pussy, sliding up and down my snatch, adding a third delight, my dick throbbing in Zinaida's pumping hand.

Katerina's tongue wiggled into my asshole. A hot rush of pleasure fired right up to the tip of my futa-dick buried in her sister-in-law's mouth. I moaned, Zinaida's tongue sweeping around the crown, hungry for my cum to erupt into her mouth.

I smiled, my breasts jiggling. My blonde hair swayed around my shoulders. This was so exciting. My daughters moaned around me, enjoying their Russian whores. I was so glad they were getting pleasures, too.

"You Russians know hospitality," I moaned.

"Mmm, we are cultured and refined," purred Katerina between licks of my asshole.

"Yes, yes, I can tell!" I moaned, my pussy clenching on her fingers pumping in and out of my snatch. "Just keep stirring me up. I'm going to cum so hard. I'm going to flood Zinaida's mouth with my futa-jizz."

"Yum!" Katerina purred.

She pressed her mouth back into my asshole. She swirled her tongue around, dancing around it. I shuddered, my eyes widening. It was so hot to experience. My breasts quivered. My hips shook from side to side, loving this moment. The bliss of Zinaida's nursing my cock while Katerina rimmed my sphincter.

The president's wife jammed her tongue back into the depths of my bowels, reaching as far as she could. My pussy tightened on her pumping fingers. The silky friction built and built, increasing the pressure at the tip of my dick buried in Zinaida's mouth.

I shuddered, my heart hammering in my chest. My orgasm swelled. My ovaries brimmed with futa-cum. I threw back my head and gasped out in rapture. My pussy convulsed, spasming about Katerina's fingers. My asshole writhed.

"Drink my futa-cum!" I howled.

My girl-jizz erupted into Zinaida's mouth.

The blonde, Russian beauty squeezed her green eyes shut. She moaned as my spunk splashed into her mouth. She gulped it down while sucking, her hand fisting up and down my cock, massaging out every drop of cum.

"Ooh, yes, Becky, flood her mouth!" moaned Katerina. "I want to share it with her!"

"Oh, that's hot!" I moaned, the pleasure rushing through my mind.

"Yeah, it does!" Leah moaned. "I'm about to cum in Fedora's mouth."

I grinned at Leah, her round breasts quivering as she fucked her blonde, Russian tart's mouth. Leah's strawberry-blonde locks danced about her shoulders My orgasm peaked. My cum fired a final time into Zinaida's mouth. Her cheeks bulged.

Then she popped her mouth off my cock and moved up to sit on the couch, her legs spread wide. Her shaved pussy glistened, her lips parting to show off her inviting depths. Katerina pulled her fingers out of my pussy and moved around me.

She pulled off her dress, winking at me. Like Zinaida, she wore no panties. The president's wife had heavy tits, large and swaying. Her dusky-pink nipples thrust hard and fat. Her stomach was smooth. You'd never known they just had their second child.

With a wink, Katerina draped herself over her sister-in-law.

I groaned as the Russian president's wife and sister made out on the couch, swapping my cum back and forth. My futa-dick throbbed so hard at the hot sight. I stroked it, wet with Zinaida's mouth. Pussy juices ran down my thighs. My asshole tingled, remembering Katerina's touch.

Zinaida was tasting my sour sphincter as she passed my cum into her sister-in-law's mouth.

"That's so hot!" moaned Leah. "Oh, Fedora, take my cum! Take every last drop!"

Bethany ripped her own futa-cock out of the brown-skinned, Russian whore's mouth. "On your hands and knees, Arisha. I want to fuck that asshole!"

"Yes!" Arisha purred, her voice melodic. Her dark skin was so exotic in a room of Caucasian futas and women. My daughter's girl-dick quivered wet before her.

My eyes flit from her lining up to sodomize Arisha to the president's sister and wife kissing on the couch. Zinaida's hands groped Katerina's rump, squeezing and kneading the, pulling their pussies together to trib. Katerina's brown bush rubbed into her sister-in-law's shaved snatch.

Katerina moaned. She broke the kiss, arching her back. Her large, naked breasts quivering. Her sister-in-law cupped the left tit and brought it to her mouth. She sucked on it, her cheeks hollowing. Delight spread across the president wife's face.

"Mmm, I love nursing," Katerina groaned.

"Nursing…" Then my eyes widened. I stared at her other nipple, the dusky-pink nub beading with white now. "You gave birth three months ago."

"Such a thrill to nurse. I've been looking forward to sharing my milk with you and Zinaida since my husband proposed we… entertain you."

I couldn't think. I could only lick my lips as I moved around her to sink on the couch beside her sister-in-law. My blonde curls, lighter hue of gold than Zinaida's, brushed the president's sister as I nuzzled into that fat, proffered nub.

I latched on, suckled.

Creamy milk flooded my mouth. I shuddered in delight. My eyes widened at the taste of her sweet breast milk. It splashed warm across the roof of my mouth and tongue. It coated everywhere. I suckled again, letting it fill my mouth before I swallowed.

It left an aftertaste of cantaloupe in my mouth.

I nursed again.

"Mmm, yes, yes, Becky," moaned Katerina, "and Zinaida. Just drink my mother's milk. Mmm, you're both so naughty."

My futa-cock throbbed as I nursed from the president's wife. I squeezed her heavy tit hard, her milk squirting with more force into my mount. I shuddered, realizing I was milking her teat like an udder. My pussy ached as I squeezed and massaged her breast, drawing out more and more of her cum.

It spilled over my tongue. The wondrous cream made me shiver. My futa-cock twitched and throbbed. Such delight flowed through me. My eyes fluttered. I nursed with such passion. I suckled hard, gulping down more and more breast milk with every suckle.

"Such hungry girls," moaned Katerina. "Mmm, especially you, Becky. Just a hungry futa-girl!"

I was.

My free hand slid down her back. I found her rump, kneading it as she nursed from me. Her ass flexed. She was still grinding her pussy into Zinaida, the pair tribbing as they enjoyed this wild treat. My fingers dug into Katerina's rump, holding tight as I suckled with such passion.

"Yes, yes, ride my cock, Yaroslava," Danielle moaned.

"Drink all my cum, Toma," whimpered Christina.

"Yes, yes, Lyubov, cum on my wife's mouth!" Lola howled.

"Cum in me, Lola!" Jen moaned.

Every swallow swelled the heat in my pussy. Every gulp made me ache and throb. I shuddered and groaned, my futa-dick throbbing. I had to be in her. I ached to feel the president's wife around my cock. I tugged on her ass, pulling her to me.

She didn't resist.

I kept nursing from her as she shifted off her sister-in-law and straddled me. Zinaida released her nipple, her green eyes smoldering as she watched Katerina straddle me. The president's sister grabbed my cock and held it for the president's wife to impale on my dick.

"Chyort!" Katerina moaned as she plunged her married pussy down my cunt.

The MILF rode me. I suckled harder on her nipples, her milk squirting into my mouth. My hand gripped her rump as she squirmed on me. Her hips stirred her cunt around my dick. The pleasure flowed through me, her breast milk warming my stomach.

Katerina's married pussy worked up and down my girl-dick. I moaned about her nipple. Her milk gushed into my mouth. I squeezed her breast hard, milking her tit as she fucked my futa-cock with her tight cunt. Her silky flesh massaged me, the pleasure building and building in me.

"Such a tight ass!" Leah panted.

"You're so big," moaned Fedora. "Oh, Leah, you're so big in my ass!"

I shuddered, my orgasm building so fast. I was so eager to breed the Russian president's wife. Demyan Ignatov had led his country against me. He rallied against futanari, and now his wife was my whore and his sister stroked my tits.

"Mmm, you're going to breed my sister-in-law, aren't you?" Zinaida coed while Katerina rode my cock. "Just cuckolding my brother."

"She is!" whimpered Katerina. "I can't believe Demyan wanted this! He told me to! He begged me to cuckold him and be bred by you! I didn't hesitate! I wanted you! Every woman in Russia secretly wants you!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" gasped Zinaida. Then she latched onto my nipple, suckling on it while I nursed at her sister-in-law's fat nub.

More milk splashed into my mouth. It filled me. I felt drunk on it. I gulped it down with such passion. Silky pleasure worked up and down my cock. I groaned and whimpered, the pleasure building and building in my ovaries.

The heat of her milk warmed my belly and flowed to my cunt. My snatch drank it up, feeding it to my ovaries. The ache built and built at the tip of my cock, that mighty need to explode swelling and swelling in me.

"Now lick my wife's pussy clean, Lyubov!" Lola moaned. "I pumped her full of my cum!"

"She did!" Jen gasped. "She wants to have another baby! She might have bred me."

"Maybe she breed me, too," Lyubov moaned.

"Only if I can keep you from Mom!" Lola gasped.

Jen squealed. "Yes, yes, lick up my cum. And Lola, honey, fuck her! Get your cock hard and fuck her. Make a Russian baby! Make two futa-daughters tonight!"

My cock throbbed in Katerina's pussy. I would have to avoid Lyubov. I wanted my granddaughter to grow in her womb. That was so hot. I suckled hard, my lusts on the verge of exploding through me. I groaned, suckling hard and…

No milk flowed.

"I'm dry!" moaned Katerina. "But other tit!"

"Yes!" I moaned, switching teats to the one wet with Zinaida's saliva.

I tasted Zinaida on Katerina's nub. I suckled, sweet cream flowed. It tasted just as rich and melony as her other breast. I shuddered, the heat building in me. The president's wife rode me so fast and hard. I groaned, the pressure building and building in me.

Zinaida stopped sucking my nipple. She nuzzled up to my ear and hissed, "Breed my sister-in-law! Then breed me! Utterly cuckold my brother!"

I squealed around Katerina's nipple and erupted.

My cock fired into her depths. I nursed at her breast milk, gulping it down as my futa-cum spurted over and over into her fertile depths. She slammed down my cock, moaning out in bliss. Her pussy convulsed. Her hot cunt spasmed, massaging my cock.

Pleasure hammered in to my mind. A mighty flood of euphoria swept over me. This great tide of bliss that had me gasping and moaning. I squeezed my eyes shut, the pleasure melting my mind. Waves washed out of my convulsing snatch. My juices squirted out of my cunt as her pussy milked my cock dry of my futa-cum.

"President Becky, yes!" moaned Katerina. "You are bringing Russian and the U.S. so close together! You make a baby in me!"

"Yes!" Zinaida hissed. "Now it is my turn."

I took a final suckle from Katerina's breast, my mind reeling from the bliss. I nodded my head. "I'll breed you, but only if you lick my cum out of your sister-in-law's snatch."

"I have never eaten pussy before, but I will devour hers," moaned Zinaida. "I will eat my brother's wife and make her cum again while you breed me."

"Yes!" I grinned.

"Ooh, you are a naughty futa," moaned in the background. "First you cum in my butt and now you lick me clean."

"I'm just nasty that way," Leah moaned. "And you have such a cute butt, Arisha."

I groaned as the president's wife slipped off my cock. The brunette stood, her bush matted with my cum leaking out of her. Her heavy breasts swayed and jiggled as she stretched out on the couch, leaning against the arm rest.

"We are running this couch," she moaned. "The Romanovs commissioned it over a hundred years ago."

"Price of diplomacy," I panted, standing up.

"You Americans have no depth to your history," she panted. "You don't appreciate it at all."

"I appreciate the present." I grinned as Zinaida settled between her sister-in-law's thighs. "And the present is a work of art."

Katerina gasped as Zinaida feasted. The president's wife ground on her sister-in-law's mouth, those large tits jiggling. Katerina's eyes fluttered and she let out a throaty groan. Her head arched back, her brown hair dangling off the side of the couch.

"Zinaida," panted Katerina. "Oh, yes, yes, you are so eager. For Becky's cum, or my pussy?"

"Maybe both," Zinaida purred, wiggling her hips.

I smiled, taking a moment to survey the room. Lola was fucking dusky-skinned Lyubov now while the Siberian beauty feasted on Jen's creampie. Christina was on top of Toma, pumping away, driving her cock deep into her. The divan still rocked, but this time I could see Yaroslava's head, her brown hair swaying, as she rode Danielle. Leah still feasted on Fedora's asshole, licking out her own cum, and Arisha moaned as Bethany fucked her from behind, my daughter's golden-blonde dancing about her face.

I grinned, so glad my futa-daughters were enjoying themselves as I settled behind Zinaida.

Her shaved pussy beckoned. It begged to be filled by my futa-cock. She wanted to be bred. My futa-dick dripped with her sister-in-law's pussy juices. I grinned, so loving this moment. It was so hot. I was so glad I was the first futa-president.

The first futa.

"Fuck her!" moaned Katerina. "Breed her. I want to be pregnant with her. It will be proof to my husband that we obeyed him."

"Just a good wife fucking the world's first futa," Zinaida said. "And letting me eat her snatch."

Katerina gasped, "Zinaida, yes, yes, wiggle that tongue in me!"

I smiled. Moans echoed around me. Passion burned through the Kremlin. I pressed my cock against Zinaida's hot, shaved snatch. Her juicy vulva rubbed against me. Pleasure shot down my shaft to my own cunt, my cream running down my thighs.

I rammed into her snatch. I filled her pussy to the hilt. My tits heaved. She moaned into her sister-in-law's snatch. I grinned, grabbing her hips and pumping away. My crotch smacked her rump, my blonde hair bouncing about my shoulders.

"I'm going to breed you both!" I moaned, thrusting away so hard. "You're going to give birth to Russia's first futa-daughters!"

"Yes!" Katerina moaned, her hand squeezing her big tits. Milk dribbled from the right one, not completely drained. "We shall! Fuck my sister-in-law! Pump your futa-cum in her!"

I shuddered, thrusting away so hard while Zinaida licked. I couldn't see what the blonde did to her sister-in-law, but Katerina loved it. Pleasure crossed her face. She kept gasping and moaning. The sight was so inspiring.

It kept me fucking my cock hard into Zinaida's cunt. I plowed into her with powerful strokes. I filled her to the brim again and again. My futa-dick rejoiced. Her tight snatch, her silky embrace firmer than her sister-in-law's, massaged my futa-dick.

The pressure ached at the tip.

"Oh, yes, take my cum!" Christina moaned.

"Ooh, you're pumping so much into me," moaned Toma. "You're filling my pussy."

"And you know what the best part is?" moaned my nerdy futa-daughter.

"What?"

"I get to lick all my yummy cum out of you!" Christina gasped.

"Yes!" hissed Toma.

"Your daughters are so kinky!" moaned Katerina. "They will transform Russia."

"We'll see!" I gasped, thrusting away hard at Zinaida's pussy.

Her hips wiggled. She stirred her pussy around my cock, teasing me. I groaned, the pressure building and building in me. I was coming closer and closer to erupting. To spilling my cum into her hot depths. This wonderful bliss built in my ovaries.

I had more fertile cum just aching to burst into her snatch. I would breed her. I pictured President Ignatov escorting his wife and sister to events, both pregnant with my futa-daughters. Proof to his nation that I had utterly cuckolded him.

That he offered me up his wife and sister to be my whores.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm going to fill you with so much jizz!" I howled, driving hard into Zinaida, coming closer and closer to erupting.

"Danielle!" Yaroslava howled, her head throwing back while the divan shook. "You're shooting so much cum into me!"

"I am! Ooh, god, yes! I want you to sit on my face and suck my cock hard once I finish!"

"You futas loving eating your own cum out of pussy!" moaned Katerina.

"We do!" I gasped. "I'll lick Zinaida clean."

I reached around Zinaida and frigged her clit as I pounded her cunt. Her bud, covered in her cream, throbbed. Then her pussy went wild about my futa-dick. Her flesh spasmed and writhed. I groaned, loving that delight. It sucked at me. My pussy clenched. The pleasure surging down my shaft.

"Yes!" I howled and buried in her.

"Breed her, Mom!" moaned Bethany as she fucked Arisha hard from behind. "Breed the president's sister!"

I exploded.

My futa-cum pumped into Zinaida's cunt. Her orgasming pussy milked my cock. She worked out all the jizz. It spurted over and over into her fertile depths, my second Russian woman bred of the evening. Dizzying lust washed through me. Stars burst across my eyes.

My pussy convulsed, celebrating this triumph of my foreign policy. I rubbed Zinaida's clit hard, her pussy convulsing with such passion around my dick. She squealed into her sister-in-law's snatch, the antique couch groaning beneath us.

"Oh, Becky, you're breeding her, aren't you?" groaned Katerina.

"I am!" I panted, growing dizzy with lust. "Ooh, I like how you Russians welcome visiting heads of state. Such a friendly welcome."

Katerina smiled at me.

Zinaida's pussy milked my cock dry. I leaned back and sat down on the couch, my dick popping out of her. My shaft waved wet while her cum leaked out of her in a hot flood. I licked my lips, so eager to lap up my jizz.

"Cum in me, Lola!" howled Lyubov.

"Breed her, honey!" moaned Jen.

"Ooh, yes, yes, my cum taste so good out of your pussy," moaned Danielle. "Ooh, yes, suck on my dick, Yaroslava!"

"That was incredible," Zinaida groaned.

"It was," Katerina said, stretching and standing.

"Everything is going great," I purred, buzzing from my orgasms. I glanced at Zinaida, eager to lick her clean.

Then Katerina saunter to a small table, her hips swaying. I watched her, cocking my head. What was she up to? Something naughty, I hoped.

She grabbed the remote. The TV in the corner was the only part of the richly decorated room that didn't fit the nineteenth-century, Romanov architecture of the Kremlin. She turned it on and smiled.

"Perfect timing, Becky," she said, turning around. "My husband is making his announcement."

"Announcement?" I frowned.

"Mmm, yes, this is perfect," purred Zinaida, her fingers playing with her messy snatch.

Her husband was on there. I frowned as English subtitles played at the bottom of the screen, translating his Russian. Katerina returned to the antique couch and snuggled back up to me. Her hand grasped my wet cock, stroking it while Demyan's sister rubbed at my pussy.

"What is going on?" I asked, blinking. "Your husband is making a speech about…" I frowned, reading the words, the sounds of gasping and moaning from my futa-daughters, who were still enjoying themselves, fading as an unease settled into my stomach. "Is he talking about me?"

"It is because of President Woodward that I have made this decision," the subtitles read, appearing in stuttering blocks of white text. "I had wished to lead the Russian peoples to greatness, but I am not capable of negotiating with President Woodward's futa-perversity. She would use my darling Katerina against me."

"Mmm, yes, you would," Katerina purred, rubbing her belly. "Such a wicked futa."

"She is," Zinaida said. She brought cum-covered fingers to her mouth and sucked my girl-jizz off of them.

I ignored them, my stomach sinking. All my daughters were distracted. He sent his wife and daughter to keep me busy while he made his move.

"This is why I am resigning the position of president effective immediately. My entire cabinet has already delivered their resignation to the parliament save for Konstantin Markov. It falls to him to guide our country into its future. Only he can make the decision for the good of our people."

"Who the fuck is Konstantin Markov?" I demanded. "Christina!"

"Hmm," my brunette daughter asked, lifting her face from between Toma's thighs. My daughter looked strange without her glasses on. She had pussy juices smeared over mouth along with white streaks of her own cum. "What's going on, Mother?"

"Who is Konstantin Markov?" I asked while Zinaida and Katerina both giggled in delight. I stood up, abandoning them pair as they snuggled together.

I hated being fucked with.

"He's…" Christina blinked. "Um… He's the Minister of Sport, Tourism and Youth Policy. He's as junior as it gets in President Ignatov's cabinet."

"Well, the rest of the cabinet and the president just resigned," I said. "He just got promoted. Who is he? What's he like?"

"He's a man of focus," a deep voice said.

I whirled around to see a tall, black-haired man in a dark suit enter. He stood with powerful, regal bearing, his cheekbones prominent. If I was into men, I would find him handsome. He had a smile that reminded me of George Clooney.

"A man who loves Russia," he continued, stepping over Danielle writhing with her whore. "A man who will not let you destroy his nation. If you will follow me, Madam President."

I set my jaw and marched after him, naked. Christina swallowed and rose, but I waved her off. There was no time for a briefing now. The Russians thought that they could ambush me, to change the person in power and throw me off-balance. I wouldn't let it happen. I would rise to the occasion and figure out how I could use my futaness against President Markov. A man this handsome had to have a wife. Maybe even mistresses.

I could use that against him. Every man ached to witness me breed their women. He would have that itch at the tip of his cock. I could use that. I smiled as he opened the door into a side room, a pair of chairs around a marble coffee table. A tray with two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka with a green label rested in the middle of the table.

"Shall we negotiate?" he said as he took his seat and grabbed the bottle of vodka.

I nodded my head. "So Ignatov had the balls to serve up his wife to me and then step down so I couldn't use her against him."

"He is a patriot," Markov said as he poured the vodka into the two shot glasses. He handed me one.

I took it.

"Za zdaróvye," he said, raising his in a toast.

"Za zdaróvye!" I repeated, trying not mangle the words. Then I downed it. The vodka was smooth, crisp. I let it warm my belly. "Why you?"

"Why do you think?" he asked.

"Because you knew my staff wouldn't care about some junior cabinet member. You're like my Secretary of Housing. A nobody, but a nobody still in the line of succession."

"True."

"You thought that if I didn't care about you, I couldn't arrange to meet your wife and seduce her." I licked my lips. "Mmm, I couldn't spread her thighs and slide my cock into her pussy. I couldn't fuck her hard until she gasped and exploded on my futa-dick."

"True," he said then held up his left hand. No gold band encircled his ring finger. "Alas, I am not married."

I shrugged. "You are young and handsome. You have a girlfriend. A lover."

"Do I?"

I leaned forward, my futa-cock throbbing. "Of course you do. Some sexy, young Russian delight. Imagine how cute she will be gasping on my futa-cock. How hot it will be to witness me firing my cum into her depths. She'll be nice and juicy for you when you take her after." I licked my lips. "Women are always better lovers for their men after I've… enjoyed them."

"Tempting," he said. "But, still, no girlfriend. No mistress."

"But you have a lover and…" My eyes widened. "You're gay." A pit yawned in my stomach. "That's why you were chosen."

"Yes, why I accept such a… trivial position," Markov said. "Now, convince me that futas are great. That it is worth it to Russia to sign the Dubai Accords. You don't get to use any of your tricks. You can't make me ache to be cuckold. You can't beat me in a fucking contest. Though you have a cock, the rest of you hold no attraction to me what so ever, and I know my lover will hold no attraction for you.

"So you have no games to play. No lust to use. Only your persuasion. Why are futas great?"

I swallowed, trying to gather my thoughts. "We bring people together. We unite them like never before. Love is such a potent force, and we spread it. Wherever we go, we bring more joy and happiness to the world. Imagine that, no wars. No suffering. No more genocide. Men and women couldn't do that. But futas…

"We're a union of the masculine and feminine. We can bridge the gap that has divided the sexes. Our passion makes us lovers. We won't settle our differences through fighting, but through seduction.

"Through negotiation."

He rubbed his hands together. "But you are going to make men disappear. I happen to like men. Why would I support that?"

"I'm not trying to make men extinct," I protested.

"Doesn't matter if you are trying, that will be the result. Futanari are supplanting men and women through breeding. I know that even your daughters breed only more futanari. In a few generations, every human being on the world will be your descendant. You are both the Adam and the Eve of a new species of human. Homo sapiens futanari."

"I'm not replacing men and women," I said. "I'm combining them."

He snorted. "The end result is the same. A world without men."

"A world of only one gender. It'll be the end of all sort of bigotry." I leaned forward. "I know Russia legalized homosexuality, but you still can't marry your partner. You still are looked down upon, yes? Called a… pedik? A faggot." I winced at saying that disgusting word.

He shifted.

"Well, when there's only one gender, there won't be any bigotry over anything as petty as who likes sticking what into what hole. No one will be homophobic then. No one will care who you like to fuck. You like to love.

"It will be true equality. A world united in a way never before possible. That's what I want."

He poured himself another shot of vodka, downed it, his eyes boring into mine.

"I just want to unite the world." I shifted. "You can help us, President Markov, or your country can be the only nation left out of this future. Russia may be the largest nation in the world, but can you survive everyone else in a union against you. Can your keep borders that large free of any futanari slipping in, of bleeding through them.

"No border is secure. They all are porous."

"We can survive," he said. "We can protect ourselves."

"Can you?" I didn't like playing hardball, but he had to understand. "How long until us futas breed you out? Before you country is destabilized by having no trading partners. What will you do if you have a bad harvest? How long before your country has no choice but to join what I've built."

He worked his jaw.

"You know it's happening. Slovenia fell. How long before Ukraine? Before Estonia and Lithuania? Before Poland? Will Azerbaijan stay loyal to you, or see the way the world is shifting. And Uzbekistan? Can you trust them not to defect. Why, their president has a beautiful wife, and I am traveling there next…"

"Your point?"

"That you can have a seat at the table. You can help me direct it. You would have a voice for Russian in the future that I am creating. I don't care about the past, about how things were between America and Russian in my childhood, earlier.

"I'm all about the future."

I extended my hand across the table. "Will you join me, President Markov, or will you be left choking in our dust as history is made without you?"

"You have balls, President Woodward," he said, eyes flicking up and down my naked body. "You truly will destroy Russian with this alliance, huh?"

"I will leave a united world for my daughters," I said. "After all, I'm their Adam and Eve. Shouldn't I do a better job than the originals?"

"You have my nuts in a vice," he said. "I hoped you'd be weak without your cock, but…" He extended his hand. "I will accept a seat at the table. Progress cannot be stopped. It can only trample you into the mud."

Our hands clasped. I knew then that I would do it. Unite the world. Create that future.

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April 17th, 2047

"That was it," I said. "It still took another ten years from that handshake, but this January, it will happen. I couldn't have done it without Konstantin's help. He has proven invaluable to creating our united government. It's been hectic. Getting all the countries to ratify it. All those various parliaments to support it, but the ink is signed."

"You shall be the first president of the world," Adelia said, shaking her head. "It's not going to be easy."

"No, it won't," I said, leaning back. "We'll have a lot of work to do. It's still fragile. People aren't used to universal peace. But my futa-daughters are coming of age every day around the world. Hey will help bridge the gap. In fifty years, well, it'll be a different planet."

"Well," Adelia said. "We're almost out of time, but there is one story I am sure everyone wants to hear about. One event in your life thy are dying to hear you tell."

I felt the audience fall into a breathless quiver of anticipation.

I smiled, nodding my head. "I would love to talk about that. It was in my second term, I was busy negotiating another flare up in the Middle East…"

To be continued…

The World's First Futa–Futa's Wild Presidency Chapter Six: Futa's First Naughty Soulmate

The World's First Futa

Futa's Wild Presidency

Chapter Six: Futa's First Naughty Soulmate

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Oral Sex, Virgin

April 17th, 2047

"As we bring our retrospective look on the life of President Becky Woodward to a close," Adelia said, staring into the central of three cameras filming us for the stream of her talk show, "I think we should end it on what, and I think Becky would agree, was the most pivotal moment in her life. We've all gotten glimpses of it these last few years, but let's hear it in her own words."

"Thanks," I said, emotion suddenly staining my eyes. I could feel the audience shifting beyond the blinding stage-lights. They were peering at me, all eager to hear about that moment. I swallowed, cleared my throat, and then said, "It was like any other day. I was in the middle of my second term, dealing with another crisis…"

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February 9th, 2043

"Mom, there's a problem in the UAE," Rebecca, my futa-daughter with Mrs. Albertson, said as she burst into the Oval Office. Her red hair, a gift from her mother, swayed about her face. Her blue eyes were so similar to her Uncle Kurt's eyes, that same shade.

I groaned. "Really?" I asked. "Now?"

"Sorry, Mom," Rebecca said.

I was just about to wrap up my day. I was in the middle of a teleconference with Phillipa Lockwood, the former Prime Minister of the United Kingdoms, and President Konstantin Markov, leader of the Russian Federation. I glanced at them on my ultra-wide computer screen. "Sorry, I think I have to end our conversation."

"We can pick it up next time," Phillipa said. "But it's good news. I think we have the constitution all ironed out and ready for ratification."

"Good," I said, smiling.

"It is good," Konstantin said. I kept my word. He was helping me craft the united world government, ensuring Russia had a prominent place in its organization. "Do you need me to call President Saab?" Saab governed the UAE.

"No, no, I will call King Njam and see what the Saudis can do," I said. "He has better ins than any of us."

Konstantin nodded. "Good evening to you, Becky."

"Morning to you," I said, smiling. Time zones could be a bitch. I turned off my monitor. I glanced over at Bethany. "You better tell that virgin waiting in my bedroom she can go home if she wants. I'll enjoy her tomorrow."

"Really?" Bethany asked, her golden-blonde hair pulled back in a bun that made the twenty-four-year-old futanari look even older. "She's really looking forward to it. It's her eighteenth birthday today."

"I know. Sorry." Bethany procured me the virgin a day I like to deflower, selecting them from the girls turning eighteen across America who all were eager to lose their virginity, and to be bred, by me. "She can wait if she wants, but I don't know what time I'll be finished. It could be very late."

"I'll let her know," Bethany said, shaking her head.

Rebecca frowned and Lola sighed. She and Rebecca had a weird relationship. They were half-sisters through me, but step-aunt and niece through their mothers. Mrs. Albertson was Rebecca's mother and Janice, Mrs. Albertson's step-daughter, was Lola's.

"Leah," I shouted across the room to where my press secretary sat on a couch, her strawberry-blonde hair framing a tired face, "get me King Njam."

"I'll have the coffee brewed," Bethany said on her way to the door.

"Thank you," I said, smiling at her. Bethany made sure I was taken care of. My futa-daughter was sometimes like my mother.

"Hey, yes, President Woodward is holding for King Njam," Leah said into her phone. All our phones were synced up with the computers. She could put the video conference through to my screen with a tap of a button.

"What's the problem in the UAE?" I asked as I waited.

Rebecca sat down on the edge of my desk. "What else? Fundamentalist have grabbed a pair of our sisters who went over there as brides."

My stomach clenched. So far, none of the fundamentalists had harmed my futa-daughters. In the last few years, groups of futanari had been streaming into the Middle East to "marry" men and be their futa-wives. They would make him more attractive to marry multiple women. King Njam and the Wahhabiist clerics of Saudi Arabia had been putting it out that futas were sent by Allah to change mankind and bring about a new world peace, implying that a united world government would let Islam spread across the whole world.

I didn't mind. It meant my futa-daughters were having children over there. They were all volunteers, finding men they felt would make good partners, and then sharing the man's wives as their lovers.

However, the fundamentalist hated it.

"Ah, Becky," King Njam said when he appeared on my screen. "How good it is to see you."

"And you, Your Majesty," I said, smiling.

The affable king waved a hand before his face. "Please, please, Njam. We are friend, no?"

"Always friends," I said. "How are your daughters?" They were actually my daughters, but he'd adopted them. I'd breed his original two wives, plus he ended up keeping Ayishah as a third wife despite her being a glorified prostitute.

"They are growing fast and are the terror of the palace," he said, a proud grin spreading across his face. "They will make good wives when they come of age. All of the Kingdom loves them."

"Good, good," I said.

"And your daughters?"

I smiled. "I am going to be a grandmother. Again. Jen is pregnant."

"That is her fourth child?" asked the king.

"Yes." I couldn't help smiling. I used to think I was too young to be a grandmother, but I loved all of Lola's daughters. And she wasn't the only one having daughters. The third generation of futanari were being born across America and the world.

His smile faded. "I have heard of the… incident in the UAE. Fundamentalist."

I nodded. "What do we have to do to resolve this matter?"

"The UAE is using this for concessions," he said. "They want better trade deals and…"

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My mind was melted hours later when I escaped the Oval Office. Instructions were given to Ambassador Stevens in the UAE, and I had a flurry of exchanges with King Njam. It looked like the UAE would intervene and rescue my futa-daughters. There was nothing more that could be done.

I trudged through the West Wing to my bedroom. It was an ornate affair that had come to feel like home these last six years. I'd lived here longer than anywhere else since I moved out of my parents home to start college. Another two years, and I'd have to move again.

I nodded to the two secret service agents guarding my door, then opened it, and the slipped inside my dark bedroom. My feet throbbed. I had taken off my shoes hours ago but my ankles still felt swollen. I sighed as I unbuttoned my blouse. I moved through my room, dropping it carelessly on the floor. Moonlight bled through the closed curtains.

I could never have my bedroom curtains open. Even with the bullet resistant glass and the legion of snipers and guards on all the roofs that could see into my bedroom, it was too much of a security risk for me to open them. I took off my skirt and panties, my cock swaying soft between my thighs.

I stumbled to my bed, my eyes blurry. I just wanted to pour myself into bed and get a few hours of sleep before I had to be up for the morning briefing. Tomorrow was going to suck. I had to go to meet with Senator Olson and the delegation from Congress to brief them on the new world constitution. I pulled back my covers, about to slip in and…

There was someone sleeping in my bed.

A girl, naked, her hair's hue hard to tell in the dark. Maybe brown. It spilled across her face as she slept on her side. She stirred and wiggled her shoulders. It took me a moment to realize who this must be.

The virgin.

I sighed, my dick stirring at the sight of her. I could just see her small breasts through the gaps of her arms folded up before her. Her breathing was soft. I pushed back her hair from her cheeks, staring at her.

She was so young. I was nearly forty-four, more than twice her age. But she was eighteen. A woman now. Part of me wondered if I should wake her up. Another part of me just wanted to go to sleep. If she did wake up, she would be too horny not to fuck, consumed by hyper-ovulation, driven to have sex with me like every woman in the world was when they first met me.

She mewled and shifted. Her eyes opened. "Madam… president…?"

I sighed. Guess I had to be up a little longer. "Yeah, you can call me Becky, sweetie. Didn't Bethany say you could go home?"

"She did," she said, sitting up. Moonlight fell across her face, her blue eyes almost glowing in it. Her hair had a reddish quality to it, maybe a shade similar to Leah's strawberry-blonde locks. "She said you had a long night. I bet you must be so tired."

"I am," I said, sinking down on the bed beside her. "But I can get it up for you."

She moved behind me, her legs sliding around my waist. Her hands grabbed my shoulders. "My dad taught me how to give a great neck massage. My mother loves them. Would you like one, Becky?"

"Sure," I said then groaned as her fingers dug into my sore muscles.

I closed my eyes and let her work her magic. My body relaxed as she kneaded me. Her fingers dug into my muscles. I found myself smiling. I shifted on the bed, her touch just wonderful. She worked at my sore muscles, digging her thumbs and fingers into the tension.

She melted away the strain sitting in a chair for hours and hours had given me. I shifted in her touch, closed my eyes, and just let her work her magic. My head dropped as she caressed me, her fingers sliding with a gentle silk over my skin.

I don't know how long she massaged me. I drifted into a light doze, almost a full sleep as she worked. It was just so incredible to feel. She was a life send after the evening I had. She shifted behind me, sometimes her small breast grazing my back as she worked.

"Okay," she said, her voice gentle. She leaned me over. "Come on, Becky, you look exhausted. Let's get you beneath the covers."

"Mmm, you don't want to fuck?" I muttered, my voice slurred. I didn't fight her as she stretched me out on the bed.

She stared down at me and fluffed my pillow. "I'll be here in the morning. Just get some sleep."

She leaned down and planted an almost chaste kiss on my mouth, barely more than a graze. Then she pulled up the covers over me and snuggled up beside me. I closed my eyes. Just before sleep claimed me, I remembered thinking there was something familiar about her face.

Then I was lost to the wonderful bliss of sleep.

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I don't remember dreaming much. I do remember opening my eyes and feeling mostly refreshed. I stirred and someone sat up beside me. I stared into blue eyes.

"Kurt…" I muttered, my vision a little blurry. Then I frowned. "You're not Kurt."

"No," the girl said. I had vague memories of receiving a massage from her last night. Dawn had lightened my bedroom. She had strawberry-blonde hair and blue eyes. "I'm Sharron."

"Sharron…" I frowned. "You're Kurt and Rosemary's daughter."

"I turned eighteen yesterday," she said with a smile. "Aunt Rebecca arranged for me to be your virgin. I've wanted you to be my first for so long. My parents told me so much about you, that magical night you shared with them when you made my older sister, Cheryl, with Mom. I grew up hearing about how much Dad loved you before you became the world's first futa. I'm so glad I'm here with you, Becky."

I blinked at the spill of information. I'd heard that Kurt and Rosemary had their own daughter in passing, but… I couldn't believe she was here in the flesh. I stared into her face, her blue eyes the same shade as her fathers. She looked so much like Kurt, but softer, the feminine form of him. Lips not as bold, nose not as pointed, cheeks rounder.

A strange twitch beat in my heart.

"You didn't have sex with me last night," I said.

"Well, you were just so tired, Becky," she said. "And I wanted our first time to be perfect." Her smile slipped. "I know it'll be the only time we'll be together, but I'll have your daughter to remember you by, and—"

I put a finger over her mouth. Confusion rippled across my thoughts. "No, no, you didn't even mention it. You didn't hump me. You don't grab my futa-cock. You didn't beg me to breed you."

"Well, like I said, you were so tired, Becky." She gave me a smile. "I mean, I'm definitely would love to make love to you." She blushed. "I mean, if you want to. I understand you probably have all your important things to do and—"

She gasped as I thrust a hand between her naked thigh, cupping her furred muff. She was hot, and I could feel a trickle of her excitement. But she wasn't drenched for me. Her nipples hardened now that I was touching her. Why hadn't they before? Just being around me should have aroused her.

"You're not turned on by me," I said in awe. "You're not… overwhelmed by the need to have sex with me."

"I guess not," she said, her cheeks growing red. "But… but… the way you're touching me. It's nice."

My fingers slid through her silky pubic hair to find the plump, virginal lips of her pussy. I stroked across her tight slit, my eyes wide in awe. This was incredible. She wasn't overcome with lust for me. She wasn't afflicted with hyper-ovulation.

There was something different about Sharron. Something I had never encountered in another woman before. She was almost like one of my own daughters, immune to the effects of my pheromones. Only I could have sex with Sharron. We weren't related by blood at all.

My dick throbbed hard.

"Oh, wow," moaned Sharron. "Oh, Becky, that's nice and… and… You're growing hard!"

"Well, you are such a cute thing," I said. This was so… different. It was almost like having a reunion with one of my old college friends. With girls I'd fucked so many times that they weren't consumed with lust for me. Only…

The way she looked at me wasn't because my pheromones sent her in heat. That desire I witnessed kindling in her eyes, that same desire I remembered in Kurt's eyes that one night we made love, made my heart patter. I felt… eighteen all over again. A virgin.

"Oh, Becky, that's so nice," Sharron gasped as I found her clit nestled amid her juicy folds and massaged it. "Oh, wow, you're making me feel all kinds of tingly."

"I am," I purred, licking my lips. "Mmm, yes, I'm going to—"

A soft knock rapped my door. "Madam President, it's almost time for your briefing."

"Cancel it!" I shouted as I pushed Sharron down onto her back with my left hand, my right playing with her clit. "I'm sleeping in this morning. No disturbances unless it's a national emergency."

"Very good, Madam President," the agent said.

For some reason, Sharron had a big, almost goofy, smile on her lips. It was so much like her fathers. My heart beat faster and faster. There was something special about Sharron. Maybe because Kurt was her father. Maybe… my pheromones didn't affect her. If his DNA triggered my transformation, perhaps whatever he had passed onto her made her… immune.

I draped over her, my breasts swaying as I leaned in and kissed her. My mouth latched right onto hers, kissing her hard. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She tasted so sweet. She groaned beneath me, squirming, kissing me back. Our tongues dueled and danced. She whimpered, my futa-dick nudging into her thigh as she shifted beneath me.

There was no aggressive passion that I was used to. Even in the most timid of virgins grew so wild after a moment. Just eager to get my cock in them to breed them. There was no of that. It was such a gentle kiss.

Different.

I closed my eyes and just enjoyed it. Her arms wrapped about my neck. My breasts pressed into her as I settled my body atop her lithe form. The eighteen-year-old girl shifted beneath me, her tongue dancing in mine as we loved each other.

I stared into her blue eyes, marveling at what I saw.

I couldn't believe how amazing this was. I was feeling this rush of emotions I hadn't felt since I was her age. I had given up on ever finding love, and now… Had I discovered it in Kurt's daughter? Part of me was so scared that I was tricking myself, deceiving myself, and I would only get my heart broken.

But another part of me celebrated as I kissed her.

I don't know how long I made out with her, but it was longer than I had ever kissed any other girl. My nipples throbbed as they rubbed against her firm breasts. My cock ached. I didn't care about any of that as I just enjoyed her mouth until finally I felt that passion beating through both of us. It had reached a crescendo that neither of us could ignore.

I broke the kiss, moaning, "Sharron!"

She beamed at me.

I nibbled on the edge of her mouth then down to her chin. I kissed along her jawline, making her squirm beneath me. I dug my tongue into that little notch beneath her ear, the one that always feels funny when you rub it.

She giggled and whimpered.

I nibbled on her ear. I kissed down to her neck. She had such a graceful neck. I tasted her salty skin as I moved lower and lower down her body. My hands stroked her sides and up to those firm, little titties of hers.

"So cute," I purred, staring at her breasts, mine pressing into her stomach.

Her blue eyes sparkled. "Really? They're not kinda small?"

"No such a thing as breasts too small or too large," I told her. "They're just right on every woman."

"Becky…" she said, groaning. Then she gasped as I sucked on her nipple. "Oh, Becky, that feels so naughty!"

I sucked and nibbled and loved her little nipple. I swirled my tongue about it. She shuddered on the bed, squirming and groaning. Her head tossed back and forth. Her body bucked and squirmed. She humped against me, my nipples throbbing as her belly flexed beneath them.

I switched nipples, engulfing the other one, dusky-pink areola and all. I sucked hard on it, making her groan. Her face twisted with pleasure. Her cheeks blossomed with color as she tossed her head back and forth.

"Becky! Yes, yes, I like that, Becky!"

"Mmm, good," I purred between sucks. "How about this?"

"Teeth!" she gasped, her body bucking as I nipped her nub. "Oh, wow, I kinda liked that. It was… exciting."

I sucked on her nipple, my fingers playing with her other nub. I stared into her eyes, loving the pleasure brimming in her azure depths as she squirmed on the bed. She humped against me, her stomach massaging my nipples. Tingles raced down to my pussy and aching cock. My juices flowed, leaking down my shaft and thighs.

I wanted to be in her, but I held back. I wanted to make such sweet love to this wonderful creature. I kissed across her small tits to attack her other nipple, sucking on it for a moment before making the trip back to the first. I loved her nubs, making her squeal and moan, her delight echoing through my bedroom.

"Becky!" she whimpered. "Oh, Becky, you're… you're making me feel so… so…"

"Hot?" I asked, looking up from her small breasts.

"Yes!" she moaned.

The innocent passion in her eyes made me shiver. The way she looked at me… It was so familiar. I had been searching for a woman who could look at me and see more than a futa-cock for… for… two-and-a-half decades.

I found her.

I wasn't letting her go.

My heart beat so fast. I felt this contented glow suffusing me. I shivered as I wiggled down her body, a naughty gleam in my eyes. My blonde hair draped over my shoulders. My nipples throbbed as they slid down her body.

"Well, if you're feeling so hot down there, maybe I should do something about it," I purred.

"Maybe," she said. She bit her lower lip, looking so cute. "Oh, Becky, this is all so incredible. I can't believe I'm really in your bed."

"Mmm, believe it," I said. I wanted to say more. To tell her that she would always be in my bed. I felt so young, drunk on love.

I didn't want to scare her, but… Maybe she wouldn't be scared by it. I didn't know. My heart hammered in my chest. My pussy clenched. Juices ran down my futa-dick as I kissed down her stomach.

I planted hot smooches on her belly. She giggled, her stomach flexing beneath my mouth. I loved it. She tasted delicious, a salty tang that melted on my tongue. I flicked around her bellybutton. Such delightful laughter burst from her lips.

"Becky!" she squealed as my tongue dove into her little divot.

Her small breasts jiggled as I tongued her bellybutton. She squirmed and gasped, her face turning bright red as she kept laughing. She struggled to breathe, her blue eyes beading with tears of joy. She grabbed my blonde hair.

"Please… Can't… Breathe… Too much… Becky…"

I relented, lifting my head from her bellybutton and grinning at her. She panted, a huge smile on her lips. "Someone's ticklish."

"Yes!" she said, her tits rising and falling. "Oh, Becky, you're so mean."

I gave her a wicked grin. "Mmm, I am."

Then I nuzzled into her stomach and kissed around her bellybutton. She shuddered, but didn't dissolve into helpless giggles this time as I worked around her little divot. I kissed lower and lower. She squirmed, her eyes growing wide.

She swallowed, a look of nervous apprehension crossing her face. Her tongue flicked across her lips as I neared her strawberry-blonde bush. She had a trimmed thatch of it adorning her pubic mound. I smiled at her as I pressed he thighs apart.

"Just relax," I told her. "I'm not going to hurt you. Ever."

"Ever?" she asked, her eyes widening. "You mean…"

"Ever." I said as firmly as I could. "Trust me. I only want to give you pleasure." My heart beat so fast. "If that's something… you'd like."

She nodded her head with an eager, almost greedy, enthusiasm.

I swallowed, my heart leaping for joy. I shuddered, my pussy clenching and my futa-dick throbbing. I was going to feast on her. Love her. I was going to show this wondrous girl all the things I'd learned over the years of breeding woman after woman.

I would make love to this beautiful creature.

It was such an awe-inspiring and almost terrifying prospect. I wanted this to be perfect. I wanted Sharron to enjoy herself. Yes, I had fucked in some high-pressure situations. There was my time on the Japanese game show, the presidential debates six years ago, my fucking contest with the "president" of Slovenia. It all felt so… superfluous compared to this moment.

Unimportant.

I took a deep breath and reminded myself that I knew how to make a woman squeal. I would make Sharron squeal.

"Becky?" she asked. "It's okay. I'm ready. I know I'll enjoy it. You said… you'd never hurt me. Ever. I believe you."

My heart erupted into fast beasts. This girl… This girl was a treasure.

My lips nuzzled into the silk of her bush. Her tangy musk filled my nose. This wonderful fragrance made me shiver. I inhaled it. I groaned out in delight, savoring this wonderful bliss. My tongue flicked across my lips. I was ready to feast on her. To make her explode.

I kissed lower and lower through her bush. The flavor of her tangy cream grew and grew. The heat swelled as I neared the top of her pussy slit. I stared up her body, her blue eyes locked on mine. I felt her support.

Her love.

She believed in me. What an incredible thing to realize. To experience. A hot shiver raced through me. My body trembled as my lips reached the top of her pussy. I nuzzled into her slit, feeling her wet silk rubbing on my mouth.

My tongue fluttered out. I dipped through her folds and grazed her budding clit. She gasped, letting out this sweet, shocked sound. Her body quivered. I licked again, swirling my tongue around her bud this time, stimulating it.

"Oh, wow," she moaned. "Oh, wow, Becky, that's… That's… nice."

"Just nice?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Amazing!" she said, her smile growing. "Exciting! Naughty!"

"Mmm, I like those," I purred.

I licked again at her pussy folds, her silky pubic hairs caressing my cheeks and chin. My tongue dragged up through her labia, delving into her just enough to brush across her maidenhead. No other cock, futa or otherwise, had been in her. I would be the first. It was such an excitement. My lusts swelled through me.

I wanted to make her cum. I wanted to hear her gasping and panting in rapture.

My tongue licked faster. My hands shoved beneath her rump, gripping her butt-cheeks as I fluttered my tongue up and down her pussy folds. I nibbled on her petals and nuzzled my nose against her clit. I breathed in her tangy juices, my heart beating so fast.

This was incredible. It was such a naughty thrill to be able to indulge like this. To enjoy her. My fingers dug into her butt-cheeks, massaging her perky rump as I licked and lapped and imbibed all her tangy passion.

"Oh, Becky!" she moaned. "Oh, yes, that's ni… Amazing! That's so awesome! Ooh, you're making me feel so good."

"Mmm, and when I do this?" I asked.

She squeaked as I sucked on her clit. Her entire body heaved. Her little tits jiggled while her strawberry-blonde hair danced about her face. Such joy burst to life in her blue eyes, that same joy I witnessed in Kurt's when he slid into me.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's fantastic!" she groaned. "Oh, that made me almost explode!"

"You almost came?" I asked. "From this."

I sucked again.

"Yes!" she howled.

I nibbled and loved her clit as she gasped and spasmed on the bed. Her hips undulated. She ground her pussy against my mouth. My lips popped off her bud, so I attacked her labia with my tongue. I fluttered up and down them as she spasmed.

Her juices flowed. So hot and delicious. They coated my face. And cheeks. I reveled in them. I was so hard, so eager to fuck her, but I didn't care. Not when I was having so much fun eating her. I licked lapped at her, fluttering my tongue through her folds and making her groan and gasp in delight.

My tongue pressed on her hymen. I couldn't wait to pop her cherry. She kept squirming, her ass flexing beneath my massaging hands. She smeared that hot, virginal cunt across my mouth. Her tangy passion filled my nose.

I found her clit again.

I sucked.

"Becky!" she cried out. "Oh, Becky, yes, yes, yes!"

Her juices squirted out of her pussy. The cutie bathed my face in her passion. Her small breasts heaved as she thrashed on the bed. She gasped and squeaked. Her bliss rippled out of her. She squirmed on the bed, grinding against me. She let out moans of passion as she bounced on the bed.

"So good! Oh, Becky, so good!" she gasped as I lapped at her juicy pussy.

Her cream spilled over my mouth and chin. It coated me in her passion. It was so incredible. I loved it. I fluttered my tongue against her. I nibbled on her labia. I kept her gasping and moaning. I reveled in her tangy passion.

It covered my face. My cheeks and chin dripped with her passion. Her hands squeezed the sheets as she thrashed. Her strawberry-blonde hair flew left and right. She moaned and whimpered out her rapture.

"Oh, that's so good! Oh, yes, yes! That's so good! Mmm, I love it. Oh, Becky, yes, yes! Amazing!"

"It is," I purred. I lifted my head, pussy cream dripping off my chin. "Mmm, you just soaked me, didn't you?"

She nodded her head, an eager gleam in her eyes.

"Such a naughty thing," I purred. "Mmm, I'm going to enjoy this."

"But… but… can I lick you first?" she asked, sitting up. "And suck you. I want to do that! I need to make you feel good, too."

The force of her passion swept over me. Her eyes were adamant. I shivered, feeling her lust for me, her desire. I couldn't say no to this sweet thing. I shifted on the bed, leaning out so my head was down at the foot. I spread my thighs, my futa-cock thrusting up, revealing my soaked, blonde bush.

"Mmm, enjoy," I said, squeezing my breasts together. At forty-three, they were still gorgeous tits.

The eighteen-year-old cutie scrambled between my thighs. She let out a moan of such enthusiastic lust as she pressed her face between my thighs. She nuzzled into my blonde bush. My eyes widened as her tongue danced and darted up and down my slit.

I groaned. My toes curled. Pleasure surged through me. I bit my lip, my head tossing from side to side as she feasted on me. This incredible surge of bliss shot through me. I groaned, my toes curling. She nuzzled into my snatch, teasing me, making me shiver and ache.

"Oh, Sharron, yes!" I moaned. "That's… awesome!"

She grinned at me past my futa-dick, her lips sticky with my pussy cream. She grabbed my futa-dick, stroking it as she nuzzled back into me. She thrust her tongue into my depths, swirling around inside of me. Her father had deflowered me all those years ago.

Now she was nuzzling inside of me. I shivered then gasped as one of her hands fisted my dick and the other stroked my pussy. Her fingers and tongue worked up and down my folds, caressing me, teasing me, making me ache.

She did all those naughty things I did to her. She sucked on my labia. She caressed my folds. It mixed with the bliss rippling down my cock from her stroking grip. My futa-dick ached and throbbed as she teased it, making my toes curl.

"Wow, Sharron, you're good at this!" I moaned, my pussy clenching. "Ooh, you're going to make me explode."

"Mmm, yum," she purred. Then she shot her head up my body. I gasped as she nuzzled her cock into my dick and sucked on the tip. Pleasure shot through me. My eyes widened as her tongue danced around my cock's tip.

Her lips spread over the tip of my cock. My legs trembled as she took more and more of it. I whimpered, my round breast jiggling. She engulfed the entire crown of my cock. Her mouth bathed it in warmth.

I just enjoyed it for this incredible moment. Then she sucked hard on it.

My pussy clenched. Her fingers still stroked my labia while her lips bobbed up and down my shaft. Her blue eyes stared up at me. I shivered, my pussy clenching. I groaned and gasped, her cheeks hollowing.

I was so turned on. I couldn't take much of this. I wanted to enjoy the first blowjob she gave me, but the bliss surging through me was too much. I groaned, fighting to hold off, to savor this wonderful experience.

Sharron thrust two fingers into my pussy.

My eyes bulged.

My pussy convulsed.

Hot cum spurted out of my cock. Her eyes widened as my jizz splashed into her mouth. I pumped load after load of futa-spunk into her oral cavity while my cunt convulsed around her probing fingers. She gulped it down, some cum leaking out of the corners of her mouth.

"Sharron!" I howled as the pleasure slammed into my thoughts.

I thrashed. Bliss washed out of my pussy stuffed with her fingers and euphoria jetted from my cock erupting into her hungry mouth. Stars burst across my eyes as I reveled in this wondrous moment. The first orgasm she gave me.

"Sharron, yes, yes!" I groaned as she sucked out the last of my cum. My legs spasmed as my pleasure peaked in me. "That was incredible."

Her lips popped off my dick. "My futa-sister gave me some pointers on the things she likes girls to do to her."

I smiled. "I'm glad she did."

Sharron beamed at me, cum staining the corners of her mouth. Then she squeezed my cock, her fingers of her other hand wiggling inside my pussy. "Ooh, you're still hard. Just like they say."

"Still hard," I said and winked at her. "So why don't you just—"

Sharron mounted me, fingers ripping out of my juicy snatch. I gasped at how bold she was for a virgin. She beamed at me as she rubbed my futa-dick's crown against the hot folds of her virgin pussy, guiding me right to her hymen. She found it.

She bore her entire weight down on my cock. I felt the elastic membrane stretch for the briefest moment, then it popped. She gasped as her pussy slid halfway down my dick. Her back arched, cute titties jiggling. Her mouth opened as she wiggled her hips.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she groaned, her face straining as she forced her tight cunt farther and farther down my shaft.

My mind melted. It was so incredible being in her sheath. Her silky flesh engulfed me. My futa-dick twitched inside of her deflowered cunt. She whimpered as her cute tush rested on my upper thighs. She squeezed her pussy around me, a big smile on her mouth.

"This is awesome!" she howled and slid up me.

I loved her enthusiasm. I just shuddered, watching her work her pussy up and down my dick. Her tight pussy gripped my shaft. She squeezed me tight, driving me wild as she pumped her cunt up and down my dick. The pleasure spilled through me. My eyes squeezed shut as the rapture flowed through me.

It was incredible feeling her work that pussy up and down my girl-dick. I bit my lip, gasping, moaning. I tossed my head from side to side as she rode me. Her pussy gripped my cock, her sheath sucking at my ovaries.

"Oh, Becky, yes!" she moaned, her hands sliding up my torso to cup my breasts. "Oh, wow, this is amazing! Your dick… Your futa-dick is so huge! I had no idea it would feel so incredible!"

"You should try it on my end!" I groaned. "Damn, you're tight. That cunt… That cunt is driving me wild. You're going to make me explode."

"Good!" she purred, leaning over me and grinding her clit into my blonde bush. Her hands squeezed my pussy. "Ooh, I want you spurting in me. I want to feel that so badly."

"You will," I gasped, my lusts surging through me.

I had to do something more than cum in her. I had to express my passion for her. I hugged her and pulled her down so she draped over me. She gasped, her breast pressing into mine. I kissed her hard, tasting my salty cum and sweet pussy juices on her lips.

Her tongue jammed in my mouth as I rolled her over onto her back. She shuddered beneath me. Her pussy squeezed around my cock as I thrust into her. The bed creaked and rocked as I plowed into her again and again. I drove my dick hard into her snatch.

I made such sweet love to this wonderful creature.

The pleasure built and built at the tip of my futa-dick as I pumped away at her cunt. I drilled into her. I plowed into her hard. The pleasure spilled around my cock. There was this wonderful zest to every thrust. This ripple of bliss that flowed through me.

She kissed me with such passion.

Sharron whimpered against me as she undulated beneath me.

Our nipples caressed. Our bellies rubbed together. Her hands roamed my back as we moved our bodies together. We worked towards that amazing release as a couple. I wasn't fucking her, I was sharing this bliss with her.

I groaned into the kiss, our tongues caressing each other. Loving each other. Her hips matched my rhythm, stirring her pussy around my futa-dick. The pleasure melted into my cunt, building in there, driving me towards my orgasm.

I broke the kiss. "Sharron!"

"Yes!" she whimpered, her pussy clenching about my shaft, building me towards my climax. "I'm almost there!"

It was like she read my mind. I kissed her again, thrusting harder, aching for us to reach that climax together. My futa-dick pumped into her silky embrace. I slammed into her harder, deeper. Her pussy squeezed about me, her silk so amazing.

Then it happened. She moaned into my kiss. Her pussy rippled about my cock. It was almost gentle feeling her climax spilling through her. I groaned, pumping away into her spasming flesh as she whimpered into my mouth.

"Becky, Becky, yes!" she moaned, breaking our kiss. "Please, please, spill in me!"

"I will, Sharron!" I groaned, my hips thrusting my clit-dick over and over into that amazing, wondrous depths. My ovaries tightened. "I… I…"

She kissed me again. Her tongue thrust into my mouth.

I buried into her pussy.

Her massaging flesh welcomed my cum. It spurted hot into her. I trembled atop her, groaning into our kiss as the bliss melted my mind. It was incredible to experience. I reveled in this bliss as my jizz pumped into her over and over. I shuddered on her nubile form as her pussy milked me dry. She worked out every last drop of my cum.

The pleasure spilled through my mind. It was this incredible moment where we united. I felt one with her like I had in that brief moment when Kurt came in me. Before the burning happened. When I thought he was my soulmate.

But I had found my soulmate here. In his daughter. A piece of him I could love.

Her pussy milked me dry as I kept kissing her. Loving her. I didn't want to get up. I want to stay with her forever. I held her tight. I cuddled with her as our bodies trembled together. We came down from our orgasmic bliss.

We laid there in silence just holding each other, sharing kisses, stroking each other's flesh. I don't know how long it was. I didn't want it to end. I wanted to stay in bed with her all day, but… I had to find out about the UAE. There were other problems.

I had responsibilities.

"I'm sorry," I told her, hating to break our cuddle. "But I have to get ready."

"You're the president," she said, nodding her head. "I understand."

"But you'll be here. Tonight?" I swallowed, suddenly so nervous.

"Won't there be another virgin in your bed then?" she asked, her expression sinking.

"There will be," I said.

Her eyes fell.

"But that doesn't mean we can't share her," I told her. I gave her a wicked grin. "Imagine that?"

Her blue eyes shot to me. They trembled, so wide. "Oh, wow, that would be so naughty. Ooh, I… I… I like it."

"Good," I said. I leaned in and nibbled on her lower lip. "Mmm, I think… I think I love you, Sharron."

"You think?" she asked, a surprising amount of steal in her tone.

"I know," I said.

"Good." Her smile grew. "I've loved you since I can remember." She threw her arms around my neck. "We can share, but don't forget about me. I've heard about you."

"Deal," I said and kissed my soulmate.

I left her behind, regretfully, and dealt with my day. My futa-daughters were returned unharmed. I had my meeting with congress. My mind wanted to melt from the tedium of it all, but I knew that Sharron was waiting for me. That made me smile all day.

I knew Sharron would be there for me night after night. It was such a wonderful feeling.

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April 17th, 2047

"She had Kurt's genes, so she wasn't triggered by my lust," I said to Adelia as the interview was coming to it's last minute. It had been a long three hours, but so worth it. "She didn't see me as an object to fuck. She didn't even conceive right away. The only girl that I fucked, with a healthy reproductive system, who didn't get pregnant right away."

Sharron sank down beside me. My pregnant wife cuddled against me, a big smile on her lips, that dazzling grin that stole my heart away. I stared into her blue eyes, seeing all that love brimming in their depths.

"I found my soulmate," I said. "It took me twenty-six years of searching, so I'm not letting go. She's going to be by my side as we unite the world."

Sharron nodded her head. "I love you, Becky."

My heart melted. The studio audience let out a long, sighing, "Awwwwwww."

Our lips met in a kiss. Before the watching audience, and the world, I showed them how much I loved her. My eyes closed. The erupting cheers of the audience washed over me as I loved my bride.

I didn't know what my life would be like tomorrow or next year or more. The last thirty years had been amazing, and I hoped for another amazing thirty with Sharron at my side. I wanted to grow old with her, to watch my futa-daughters spread across the world. I doubt I'd live to see a world where only futas were born, but I knew it would happen.

I would make sure they had a world they could be happy living in.

"Thank you for joining us," Adelia said, her voice choked with emotion. "It was quite a ride speaking with President Woodward on the last thirty years of her life since she became the world's first futa. If you missed any of the broadcast, it will be archived on the streaming platform of your choice.

"Good night," she said.

I kept kissing my wife, loving her, hardly caring what was happening. Out of everything I had done in my life, I was most proud of her. Of what we had. She filled this hole in my heart that not even politics fit in. Whatever my future held, I was glad I would have her in it.

"And we're out," the producer said. "Good broadcast everyone."

Applause thundered as I loved my wife.

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