Chapter 1: Futa's First Presidential Delight

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.”

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.