Such lust brimmed in the air.
“Give them the Holy Seed!” chanted the church, their faces twisted with feverish light.
“Breed them, Holy Futanari!”
“Bless them, Goddess!”
“The Holy Seed!”
“Amen!”
I groaned, my pussy clenching, my juices flooding down my thighs as I fucked from cunt to cunt . Meadow and Krystine shuddered and writhed together. Their bodies undulated as I plowed over and over into their juicy twats.
I buried into Meadow and groaned as her back arched. Her rump tensed beneath Krystine’s slender fingers. And her pussy… Her pussy went wild about my cock. My head threw back as her once-virgin flesh sucked at my futa-dick, begging for my girl-cum.
“I’m breeding her!” I howled as my cock erupted. My first blast of futa-cum spurted into her cunt. “I’m giving them both my holy seed!”
“HALLELUJAH!”
The cult’s church thundered with their euphoric praise as I wrenched my spurting cock out of Meadow’s cunt and, my jizz splashing across both their pussies, I rammed it into Krystine’s fertile depths in time to give her a share of my spunk.
My body bucked and quivered as the euphoria slammed into my mind. It was so incredible. Waves of darkness washed across my vision. My eyes fluttered. My tits heaved while my pussy convulsed. Rapture flooded from my cunt while ecstasy fired from my dick.
They met in my thoughts, melted them.
Krystine’s pussy milked out the last of my cum. I groaned, stumbling back. I gained my feet, swaying, staring down at the two pussies dripping with my futa-cum. The watching cult groaned, surging in, Krystine’s and Meadow’s parents going for Hilario and Jocelin while their parents went for Meadow and Krystine. The rest of the church swarmed who they wanted.
I shook my head as my orgasm bled out of me. Euphoria died into buzzing rapture as I witnessed their frenzied worship.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
The orgy raged around me. The members of the church, especially the women, were all so eager to touch the virgins. The older women diving between the deflowered virgin’s thighs to lick at their bred pussies while the men readied themselves to enjoy their pussies. Gavin’s dick aimed at Krystine’s blonde-furred muff, guided towards her depths by his wife.
I backed away, realizing they had forgotten about me in their celebration.
The stained glass windows depicting my life and actions loomed about me. They stared down at me. It made me shiver. I wasn’t a goddess. I felt like such a fraud standing here even pretending for these people. My excitement died.
I backed away, grabbing my discarded clothing and backpack. Then I darted for the doors. I wanted to put distance between myself and this strange cult. It was fine that they worshiped me.
I just didn’t need to be there to watch it.
Outside, I drew on my clothing as fast as I could, my body buzzing from my orgasms. My backpack on, I darted down the main street from the church. My cowboy boots, well-broken in after months of walking, carried me at a brisk pace. My toned legs ate up the distance with ease.
I had gotten two blocks, halfway to the highway that ran along the north side of town, when my phone rang. I pulled it out of my skirt, frowning, wondering who was calling me right now? This was a number only a few people should know—my family and close friends, for emergencies. I asked them not to call me unless it was important.
I swiped the screen. “Hello?”
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April 17th, 2047
“Wow, that does sound a little surreal,” Adelia said, shaking her head. “Do you still feel that way today about this Holy Church of the Futanari?”
“No, no,” I said, the politician in me taking over. I still found it… disturbing that a large group of people worshiped me as a goddess, that they thought I was special. But they were instrumental in both getting me elected as president and helping to unify the world under the new government I would head in a few months. “I think they’re wonderful people. They’re good-working and honest. The men are happy to raise futa-daughters. They’re honored that the women they love were blessed by me or one of my many, many daughters.”
“We love them, too, Mom!” a group shouted from the audience. Clearly, my daughters were in attendance.
“So, you got a phone call,” Adelia said. “This is the second time you brought up phone calls in the interview. They always are important to your life. Was it the cult? Where they trying to get you back to worship you some more?”
“No, no,” I said, a smile on my face. “It was Kurt. And he dropped one astounding bomb on me. I was right there in the middle of the road in Omitz, Kansas when he told me that he was getting married.” A giddy twist built in me. I couldn’t help but sound gushing as I continued, “While I was wandering across America for the last few months, he met the one and was hopelessly in love. I could hear it in his voice.”
“That must be such a satisfying thing to experience,” Adelia said, a sighing wistfulness entering her voice.
I turned my head to stare at my wife, Sharron, watching from off-stage. Her blue eyes glowed as they stared at me, her strawberry-blonde curls falling about that beautiful face. My smile matched the loving one on her lips.
“Yes, it is,” I said, not hiding the emotion.
Sharron dabbed at her eyes with her right hand, her left cradling her pregnant belly.
“Well,” Adelia said, her voice a little tight with emotion, “when we get back, we’ll talk about this wedding. We all know what an impact it had on your life, Becky.”
My head turned back to Adelia. “It changed my life, it just took a while for me to discover that.”
“We’ll be right back with a word from our sponsors,” Adelia said to the camera, her words breathy. The red lights dimmed.
I had to go kiss my wife.
The END of This Tale of the World’s First Futa