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

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April 17th, 2047

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daughters I would raise and love.

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

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

That was hot.

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

It was incredible.

My toes curled.

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

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

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

Starving for it.

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

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

My pleasure peaked.

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

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

She smiled at me and leaned into kiss me.

“Twenty seconds,” the male producer said.

I groaned as Sharron aborted her kiss. “Looks like our fun’s over.”

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

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

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

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

“Five seconds,” the producer said.

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

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

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

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

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August 15th, 2036

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

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

Now I had found it. Something meaningful.

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

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

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

The futanari needed a world worthy of them.

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

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

One held a tablet with my name: Becky Woodard.

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, well, your daughter, Lola, hired me,” Jen said. “She’s… my girlfriend.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That feminine lust craving my futa-seed.

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

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

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

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

My daughter had fucked this asshole.

That sent such a naughty thrill racing down my spine to my pussy and the tips of my toes.
I whimpered as I fingered her asshole, circling her puckered sphincter. She rubbed harder at my panties, pressing them into my folds. My snatch clenched, the pleasure racing up to the tip of my futa-dick.

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

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

“Lola is an understanding futanari,” I groaned.

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

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

“I bet,” she said. “That was so long ago.”

“You’re making me feel old,” I panted. “I’m only thirty-seven.”

She giggled. “That’s twice as hold as me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn, Jen, yes,” I groaned. “Ooh, you keep doing that, and I’m going to cum.”

She sucked harder.

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

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

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

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

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

My pussy spasmed about her trio of probing digits.

My futa-cum fired into her hungry mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I would make her cum so hard.

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, Becky, that’s so good!” she groaned. “Oh, I like that. Mmm, please, please, don’t stop doing that!”

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

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

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

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

“Becky! Oh, wow, Becky, that’s so amazing,” she groaned. “Yes, yes, yes! I love it!”

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

“Yes!” she groaned. “Then you’ll breed me!”

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

“I want that so much! I love your daughter, Becky!”

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

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

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

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

“Yes, yes, yes, Becky!” she howled. “Now breed me! I’m cumming!”

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

A true virgin.

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

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

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

That sour musk…

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

“Wait, Becky, that’s the wrong… HOLE!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s special,” Jen said. “Lola.”

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

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

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

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

I grinned at her. “Someone wants to get bred badly.”

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

“But my dick’s all dirty now,” I groaned.

“I’ll suck you clean!” she moaned. “I do that for Lola all the time!”

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

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

I shuddered, so glad I was shaping impressionable minds.

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

She engulfed my dirty clit-dick.

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

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

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

She moaned about my dick.

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

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

“Oh, Jen, that’s it. I’m going to—”

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

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

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

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

“Yes!” I groaned and thrust.

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

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

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

“Yes!” I moaned. “I am.”

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

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

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

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

“I will!” she groaned. “I promise, Becky. I love her.”

I saw the truth in her eyes. “I know you do.”

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

“Miss Woodward, we’re almost there,” the limo driver said. “You and your guest should get ready.”

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

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

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

Jen was proof that I was already changing the world.

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

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

I was already making a change.

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

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

“You’re my script writer?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Intern manager?”

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

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

“I do love anal,” Danielle said. “I’ve had a poke at Gina’s asshole.”

“Who’s Gina?” I asked.

She winked at me.

“I’m your analyst, Mom,” a brunette girl with such a familiar face, said.

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

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

“He is,” I said. “So you’re my analyst? What’s that?”

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

I nodded my head.

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

I smiled as I took the drink. “Thanks… honey.”

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

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

“So, pussy,” I said.

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

I laughed. “Definitely my daughter.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ooh, you’re finally in my pussy, Lola!” Jen groaned. “This is so hot.”

I shivered and kept walking.

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

Then I saw why.

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

“Smart,” I said.

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

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

My supporters were dedicated.

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

A virgin.

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

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

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

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

But I had that silky cunt wrapped about my cock.

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

Spotted a familiar face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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April 17th, 2047

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

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

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

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

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

“I was something different.”

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