Chapter 2: Futa’s First Wicked Speech

April 17th, 2047

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

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

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

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

What a wonderful forty-eighth birthday this was.

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

They inspired me to be better.

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

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

“Muleshoe, Texas,” I said without hesitation.

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

“It wasn’t what happened during the rally, but I had a delightful reunion with a woman I never thought I’d meet again...”

September 16th, 2036

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s Morgensten now,” she said. “Been that way for a decade.”

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

“I did!” she said. “With my husband’s help.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

They were molten with awakened lust.

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

My futa-dick throbbed.

“Told you, Mom,” Bethany whispered behind me, “you’re going to love this.”

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

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

Then an idea popped into my head. “Leah.”

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

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

“Well, we’re fresh out of virgins...” She trailed off. “Oh, I see, Mom. That’s kinky.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I added something at the end,” Rebecca said. “A twist. Say it after you cum in Katrina’s pussy.” I nodded my head while the butterflies fluttered in my stomach. After a month of doing two to three rallies or dinners a day, I was still scared to go out there. But it was a good fear, the type that had me ready for anything. Keep me sharp. Not complacent.

The music died down.

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

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

She would do anything for it.

“You got it, Mom!” Rebecca shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was so intoxicating.

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

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

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

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

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

“She gave me an inviting welcome.”

A laugh went through the crowd.

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

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

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

“Mmm, that’s a great, Texan ass, isn’t it?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” she said.

“Mom?” I said, arching an eyebrow at Scarlett.

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

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

“Oh, Becky! Mom!” she moaned. “Oh, you’re making me feel all naughty. Down there.”

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

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

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

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

Had to love her.

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

The crowd roared.

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

“Yes, do that, Becky!” moaned the virgin.

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

“WE GET BLESSED!” a horde of women roared back.

“That’s right!” I said. “And I’m going to bless Katrina.”

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

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

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

“Mom!” Katrina groaned. “Oh, that’s so wild. I ... I like that!”

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

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

“Just like you’re a union between cocks and pussies!” whimpered Katrina.

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, please, Mommy!” groaned the girl. “Oh, wow, this is ... This is incredible.”