Chapter 4: Futa’s First Sensual Contest

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.”

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.”