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Chapter Two: Johana's Naughty Futa Demonstration

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Johana Jordan's Week, Monday

I splashed the cold water on my face, wiping away the tangy pussy juices from my mother. My naked body quivered, my small breasts jiggling, my futa-cock softening, soaked in Genevieve's cream. My mind was reeling from what just happened.

I was in the Program this week at Rogers College. My body trembled as that thought alone had me shivering. I wasn't the most popular futa, and going naked had been a day of teasing after I had accidentally ejaculated prematurely into Audie Marlowe's face.

Hair Trigger...

That was what I was being called all day. But that wasn't why I was in here. My mother taught the last class I had for the day. Health. She was a widower, a bubbly woman. I had no idea that she harbored incestuous thoughts for me. Yes, incest was made legal, but...

It still felt wrong to me.

She gave a lesson on foreplay. After giving me a handjob to “relax me,” she had me learn to please a girl's body. Genevieve, a cheerleader, was my practice mate. She was eighteen, like me, a freshman. I played with her breasts, ate out her pussy, and even got a quick blowjob from her. Then my mother had me stretch out on her desk.

Genevieve mounted me reverse cowgirl style, facing the class. With her riding me, they were all distracted. I was pretty sure none of them had noticed my mother straddling my head. She wore no panties beneath her skirt.

I ate her to orgasm while Genevieve rode me to mine.

“Intense, huh?” Genevieve said. She strolled in naked. I flushed, realizing I was in the girls' restroom, not the futas'. For the duration of the Program, I had to use the opposite sex's facilities. “I don't blame you for needing a breather. I came hard. You were good.”

“Thanks,” I said, squirming, shame bubbling through me.

“You're so cute when you blush, Johana,” she said, cupping my cheeks. She gave me a quick kiss. “Mmm, you're going to be a popular futa once this gets out. No wonder coach chose you.”

Not only was my mother, Molly Jordan, a health teacher, but she also coached the cheerleaders. Our college was small, and all the athletic positions were held by teachers, mostly PE ones.

“Oh, you didn't...?” I swallowed.

“Didn't what?” Genevieve arched a black eyebrow at me, her blue eyes glistening. Her round breasts had a delicious flush to them, her dusky nipples hard. “Cum? Trust me, I did. You're a futa-champ. Mmm, thanks.”

She smacked my rump before she grabbed some paper towels and began wiping up my futa-jizz leaking out of her shaved pussy. I swallowed then backed out, my mind a whirl from what just happened.

I ate my mother to orgasm.

My mom was waiting in the hall, her fiery hair falling in wavy curls about her flushed face. Her green eyes twinkled. She had adjusted down her short, black pencil skirt, hiding the fact she was sans panties. Her eyes flicked up and down my naked body.

“You okay, sweetie?” she asked.

I nodded, stiffening. And I don't mean my girl-cock. Every muscle in my body tensed.

“You sure?” she asked. “I mean, you don't—”

Genevieve strolled out of the bathroom, her breasts bouncing. Though the cheerleader wasn't in the Program, she took to nudity with a natural grace. “You raised a sexy futa-daughter, coach. You should bring her to practice. All the girls would love her.”

“I'm sure they would,” my mom said then laughed.

I squirmed then followed Genevieve, heading into the classroom. Samantha Herberts, a brown-haired futa, gave me big grin while Ase Westerberg, a blonde Futa, shook her head in clear envy. Monica Rocha, a cute girl with light-brown hair and hazel eyes, winked at me while Araceli Espiosa, a Hispanic beauty, fluttered her eyelashes. In the back, naked Krysten, a slave collar and leash about her throat, grinned at me.

“You made her cum hard!” Samantha said. I flushed, thinking she meant my mother until Samantha added, “Right, Genevieve? You exploded.”

“Big time,” the cheerleader said as she grabbed her discarded skirt.

It was nice to be praised, I couldn't get what I did to my mother's twat out of my mind. I felt dirty for crossing that line. I ate out the pussy that birthed me. I felt everything had changed between my mother and me as she sauntered back into the room, giving me a friendly smile.

How could she ever be my mother again now? There were some things you couldn't undo.

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Johana Jordan's Week, Tuesday

Things felt weird at home the night before. Fragile. My mother sensed I was weirded out or maybe she was starting to feel ashamed because she was tiptoeing around me. I was doing the same. I ate dinner in my room, pretending I had homework.

I just thought about her pussy and how great she tasted until I masturbated. I felt so ashamed after, my cheeks burning with the humiliation of jerking off to my mother. I had sex for the first time yesterday with one of the cute cheerleaders.

I should be thinking about her or Monica or Audie or Krysten or the homecoming queen or even Miss Stanton, my math teacher. There were lots of beautiful girls at my college. Other cheerleaders. Older girls. There were two in the Program. Like me, they were attending classes naked. One was a flirty senior named Ludmila with huge tits.

I shouldn't be thinking about my mother.

I didn't get a ride to classes with my mother like I usually did. I left early, walking in a daze, my skirt swirling about my thighs, leggings on to keep me warm. It was nearing Winter break, the days cold and though it wasn't raining, it could happen at any time. If our school wasn't well heated, the Program would suck right now.

Preacher McTaggart collected my clothing. I hadn't even realized I was at my college until the Irish futa had cleared her throat as I tried to walk in. “Forgetting something, Johana?”

“Sorry, Preacher McTaggart,” I said, my cheeks warming.

“Oh, I'm sure you have a lot on your mind,” she said. “I hear rumors that your health class had a naughty lesson.”

I swallowed. “What did you hear?”

“That you satisfied one of the cheerleaders. She was posting all over social media, telling all the girls that you're a futa who knows how to please.” The preacher gave me a big grin. “That's just what the Program is for. I want you to enjoy yourself. You'll have plenty of admirers. Have fun with them. Let your futa-seed spurt far and wide. When I was your age, I would have loved to have been in your position.”

“Thanks,” I said.

I stripped naked outside, hating how the wind howled. It made me not dawdle. I dumped my clothes into the plastic bag she held, my dick soft and my nipples hard. I wrenched open the door and jumped into the warm air, groaning in—

“Futa-champ!” squealed a dozen cheerleaders led by Genevieve. They lined the hallway, all of them in their uniforms, purple pleated skirts and silver shells today. They kicked their legs, flashing their naked pussies then grabbed their tops and lifted them up.

I groaned at the sight of a dozen bouncing breasts of all shapes and sizes, from the cheer captain's large breasts to Juniper Dannel's budding mounds topped by pale-pink nipples. They grinned at me, shaking them. Genevieve winked at me.

I found my spine swelling as a group of futas, including Jade and Samantha, watched with envious eyes. No teasing today. My futa-dick was swelling, warming up from more than being inside. My pussy grew juicy. The shame at eating my mother faded.

It was a one-time thing. She just got carried away teaching the lesson. That was it. I would have fun this week. Girls were noticing me for the first time in my life. I felt so confident as I strutted down the hallway.

“Hey, Johana,” said Lizaveta, a sophomore futa who was in the A/V club. She had a camera in hand. She usually followed the girls in the Programs, making them pose and taking naughty pics of them for the college's paper and yearbook. “Can I interview you on what happened in your class yesterday?”

“Um...”

“Get your side,” she continued. “Genevieve's take is interesting, but you were the futa enjoying her pussy. Readers want to know what she's like.”

“Big time,” Jade said. She was a horny futa, thirsty for pussy. She bugged all the girls in the Program. Outside of a few gangbangs where the girls were taking on all comers, I don't think she'd been successful.

“Sure,” I said, nodding my head. I just had to ignore the part where I was feasting on my mother's...

“There you are,” Monica said, darting up. She grabbed my cock and stroked me as she pressed up against me. “In fourth period, ask for relief.”

“What?” I groaned, struggling to think as her hand fisted up and down my futa-cock.

“Ask for relief, and I'll let you fuck me,” she moaned. “That was so hot yesterday. And you're so cute.”

“Okay,” I said, grinning from ear to ear.

My day passed in a blur of girls flirting with me and futas envious that I had enjoyed one of the cheerleaders. When fourth period came, my history class, I asked for relief. At the start of class, I could spend ten minutes getting off through masturbation or the help of a volunteer.

Monica volunteered with bright eyes.

It was incredible to be in her. She didn't get naked, just dropped her panties so her skirt hid her naughty bits. Still, It was delicious feeling her breasts through her thin top and bra, her nipples hard, mine throbbing against hers. She sat on top of her desk, legs locked about me, and moaned out her rapture as I pumped away at her. I drove my dick into her hard, fast.

My pussy drank in the heat flowing down my cock to my pussy. My classmates watched me. They had big grins on their faces. My professor smirked as she leaned against the wall. The desk creaked as I showed them all I didn't possess a hair trigger.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Monica gasped as she came on my dick, her pussy working around my futa-cock with hunger.

“Way to go, stud!” cheered Genevieve, her eyes bright and sultry, no doubt remembering yesterday.

“That is hot!” whimpered a girl named Ursella Prescott.

“Damn, you are one lucky futa, Johana!” a futa named Michelle Devereux cheered. She flashed me a thumbs up.

“Yes!” I groaned and buried into Monica's pussy.

As I came, my mother's face flashed in my mind. suddenly, I was picturing being back in the pussy that birthed me, feeling my mother rippling about me. Her incestuous flesh hungry for my cock. I gasped as the orgasm shot hard through me.

My cum boiled hot into her pussy. Fast jolts of jizz that splashed Monica's writhing pussy. She gasped and groaned, clinging to me as all I could think about was my mother's mature face twisting in rapture and her taboo pussy writhing around me.

Milking my ovaries dry of every drop of my cum.

“Oh, Johana, yes!” Monica moaned. “Ooh, so much jizz!”

“I hope you've gotten the shot!” Michelle said. “She's flooding you!”

“I am!” Monica groaned. “And, no, you're not getting a turn, Michelle. Mmm, Johana, you were incredible.”

“Yeah,” I panted, the guilt shooting through me, my cock softening in Monica's juicy twat.

I stumbled back into my seat, panting. Monica winked at me as she drew up her panties and slid them beneath her long, purple skirt. Her light-brown hair danced around her flushed face as she patted a few errant curls back into place. Then she sat down, beaming.

“Okay,” said our professor. “Let's open our books to...”

I had trouble focusing on my lesson. My mother burned in my thoughts. I had to see her for my final class. My fourth period was over too fast, and then I was stumbling to fifth period in a daze, my heart hammering in my chest.

Girls, and a few futas, played with my cock. Poise Ramsey grinned as she stroked me and rubbed her own bulging futa-dick through her jeans. Krysten passed with her naked, older futa-sister at her side. Charisma, at Krysten's urging, stroked my cock and winked at me before their owner for the week, Tanisha, tugged on their leashes.

Charisma and Krysten reveled in their incestuous relationship. The two of them were proud of it. Why didn't they feel this shame? I was dreading my last class.

Fifth period passed in a dizzying whirl. The professor was energetic on her lecture while all I could do was think about my mother's pussy. Every time I looked at the clock, I swear ten minutes had passed in a blink of an eye.

“I want those work pages done for tomorrow,” sexy Miss Stanton said as we filed out, a big grin on her face. “Okay. Then we're going to discuss them.”

I nodded my head as I slid my stuff into my bookbag, the only thing I wore. It bounced on my back while my little titties and hard cock jiggled. My heart thundered in my chest. I bit my lower lip as I slipped out of the classroom and into the hallway.

“Hair Trigger!” Samantha said, grinning. She stepped up to me and raised her hand.

I gave her a half-hearted high five.

“Oh, don't be glum,” Samantha said. “I'm just kidding. Everyone knows you're not that. I mean, I heard you made Monica Rocha scream her head off earlier.”

“Yeah,” I said, my cheeks burning.

“And Genevieve has been pimping you out to every girl she knows.” Samantha sighed. “The Program really changes a person, doesn't it?”

“Yeah,” I said, seeing her head bow. “Sorry about you and Ginny.”

Samantha shrugged. “It was two months ago. I'm passed it. I've had a few dates with Rosario Todaro. No biggie.”

“Okay,” I said, my own thoughts sinking into this sticky dread that clung to me like tar. I didn't want to get to class, but Samantha was walking beside me, almost dragging me along. The brunette's short hair swayed about her face, her green eyes bright.

“Do you think your mom's going to have you fuck another girl?” asked Samantha. “I mean, she was pretty keen on you learning to please a girl. Maybe she wants you and her to—”

“Why would you think that?” I demanded, my cheeks burning.

“Damn, you are touchy,” Samantha said, raising her hands in a placating gesture. Her small breasts rose and fell in her thin, blue blouse. “Sorry. I didn't mean to imply... that. Not that there would be anything wrong with it.”

“Would you and your mom?” I asked.

“Well, no, she's old,” Samantha said, blanching. “But your mom's one of sexiest professor at our college. I mean, I would...” She cleared her throat. “I mean, I wouldn't do anything with her, but futas talk. You know?”

I shrugged.

We rounded a corner. And there it was. Room 119. My stomach tightened up as we passed other classes in the science department. My heart beat faster and faster. What if my mom wanted to give me another handjob? Or a blowjob? What if it was part of the lesson? v

I couldn't say no.

My dick swelled harder and harder. It thrust out before me, my pussy lips growing juicy. I could feel my auburn pubic hair getting damp. I shuddered, my small breasts jiggling as I sucked in deep breaths.

Samantha glanced at me then her gaze snapped away, her cheeks going red. “I guess you're... eager for class.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, the air feeling thick and awkward between us, my futa-dick twitching and throbbing, not caring.

My mom's pussy flashed through my mind. I remembered that taste of her tangy flesh.

I stepped into the room and my mom gave me a brief smile. She wore a flowing skirt, longer than yesterday, and a blouse with a ruffled collar that fell in a V before her, showing off some of her round, pale cleavage.

“Looks like everyone is here,” she said, not looking at my cock. “Johana, if you'd like relief?”

“I'm fine,” I said.

“You sure,” Monica asked, arching an eyebrow. “I wouldn't mind helping you out again.”

“You lucky futa-bitch,” muttered Samantha as she broke away from me.

“No, no, I'm fine,” I said.

“Well, for today's lesson,” my mother said, moving up before her desk, “I need one of you clothed futas to volun—”

“Pick me, Miss Jordan!” Samantha gasped before my mother even finished.

“Someone's thirsty for pussy,” muttered Krysten in the back.

Araceli giggled.

“Who isn't?” Adile, the Turkish lesbian, murmured. “That would be a hot lesson. I could show everyone how to eat pussy by devouring yours, Monica.”

“Do you really want to?” asked Monica. “I still have Johana's cum in me from fourth period. All nice and juicy in me.”

My ears burned.

“Okay, Ms. Herberts,” my mom said, shaking her head, her fiery curls dancing about her face, “you're up. Get up here and get naked.”

“Sure, Miss Jordan,” Samantha said, bounding from her chair, her blue blouse rustling. She peeled that off. Like many futas, she didn't wear a bra. It was hard not to notice the small swell of her breasts and how hard her pink nipples were. Her cock bulged her jeans. She unsnapped them while kicking off her tennis shoes. She thrust her pants and blue panties down in a single go, her cock popping out.

“Not bad,” Genevieve said. “Though I've heard Candice has a bigger one.”

Samantha scowled. She'd lost her girlfriend to Candice.

“Maybe you shouldn't have arranged a gangbang for your girlfriend,” Adile said, her tone frosty. “She might still like that cock.”

“This isn't the time for all that,” Miss Jordan said. “Stop trying to embarrass Samantha. She's very brave to volunteer before hearing what she had to do.” My mother put her hands on Samantha's shoulders, turning her, the futa's hard cock swaying before her. “Any ideas what the lesson's on?”

“I have to demonstrate foreplay on you, Miss Jordan,” Samantha said, hope in her voice. “You know, prove I paid attention yesterday.”

“Oh, no, not on me,” my mother purred and then glanced at me. “Johana, get up here. Today's lesson is on futa-on-futa love.”

“Oh, hot,” moaned Krysten in the back. “I love watching my futa-sister suck on a big girl-cock. Especially when I get to join her.”

“Mmm, this does sound hot,” Araceli purred.

“Yeah,” Monica agreed. “Ooh, go for it, Johana. Fuck her hard. You're amazing.”

“You're an idiot, Samantha,” Ase said, the blonde futa grinning. “You should have waited for Miss Jordan to finish explaining the lesson before you volunteered.”

“But... but...” Samantha said as I reluctantly stood up, my dick still painfully hard. “I'm not into futas.”

“Oh, you'll enjoy it,” my mother said. “You did volunteer, didn't you?”

“Well,” Samantha said, squirming.

“But if you want to be a pussy, I'll find another futa who will do it.” She flicked her gaze to me. “You're up for it, right, sweetie.”

I swallowed. At least this way she couldn't be joining in the fun. No excuse to touch me, right? “Yeah, I'm fine with it.”

Samantha's cheeks were burning as she felt everyone looking at her. “I can stop at any time?”

“You can stop at any time,” my mother purred as I joined Samantha, her dick as hard as mine.

“Fine, so...” Samantha asked, turning to face me. The tip of her girl-dick brushed mine.

Sparks flared down my shaft.

We both gasped. Samantha leaped back, her cheeks going even more red, her small breasts quivering. Giggles burst through the classroom. I swallowed, my heart racing from the accidental contact that left me shaking.

“Nudge your cocks together again,” moaned Monica. “That was so hot.”

“So hot,” Araceli groaned, the Hispanic girl staring at us with hungry eyes.

“Yes, yes, do it! Rub them together!” Krysten shouted.

“Don't be shy,” Genevieve purred. “Come on, Samantha. Be a futa-champ and enjoy rubbing your cock against another.”

“It is one way two futas can do some foreplay,” my mother said. She stepped up, facing the class as she stood before Samantha and me. She grabbed both our girl-dicks. I shuddered, remembering the excitement of her handjob yesterday. She pulled us together. “See.”

I gasped as my mother rubbed the tip of my futa-dick into Samantha's girl-cock. The brunette futa's eyes widened, her small breasts quivering. I couldn't help but notice the pussy juices adorning her shaved lips. She only had a landing strip of brown hair leading down to her twat, not a full bush like I had.

“Mmm, isn't that nice?” my mother said as she rubbed our cocks together, those tingles racing down to my cunt, making me hotter and hotter.

“I guess,” Samantha whimpered, her face twisting.

“Now,” my mom released our cocks and took a step back, “keep doing that and kiss each other.”

I swallowed as I grabbed my girl-dick and kept rubbing it against Samantha's. This did feel nice. Maybe... Maybe I needed a new type of pleasure. Something to distract me from my mother. There was nothing wrong with two futas loving each other.

Ase blanched like she thought it was gross, but I was finding this hot. Samantha trembled. She grabbed her dick, her cheeks flushing as she worked her cock against mine. Our tips grew slippery, precum merging together as it bubbled out of our slits.

“And kiss,” moaned Genevieve. “It's so hot when two futas kiss.”

“Yes!” gasped Monica. “Please, please, Johana, kiss her. It's making me so wet, and not just because your cum is in me.”

“KISS!” shouted Krysten. “KISS!”

“KISS!” the other girls in the class started chanting.

“KISS!”

Michelle joined them, grinning while Ase kept squirming.

“KISS!”

I licked my lips and stared into Samantha's green eyes. The brunette futa trembled as our cocks throbbed together. I leaned forward, my small breasts quivering. She wet her lips, leaving them pink and glistening.

“Fuck it,” she muttered and then darted her head in.

Our lips met in a kiss.

All the girls whooped in excitement, even Adile. The lesbian was clapping out of the corner of her eye while Monica was bouncing in her seat with excitement, her light-brown hair bouncing about her flushed face.

Krysten jumped up on her seat in the back, her auburn hair, a similar shade to my own, dancing about her shoulders, her blue eyes bright. Her leash dangled before her small breasts.

It was exciting kissing Samantha. Her lips somehow felt different from Monica's or Genevieve's. I was kissing another futa. We were both naked, our girl-cocks rubbing together, teasing each other while our classmates watched. There was something at once so surreal and so wild about this moment.

Our tongues danced and dueled. We kissed with passion while pleasure surged down my dick. Samantha's moaned, rubbing her cock faster against mine. There was this energy in the room, swirling around us, pressing in on us as the girls cheered us on.

They were so excited for this.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my mother leaning against the whiteboard, her hands rubbing at her skirt. She watched with such hunger in her green eyes. Her breasts rose and fell. She was loving this, too. That shame rippled through me.

I had to focus on kissing Samantha. I wasn't going to accidentally eat out my mom or anything this time.

“They have to sixty-nine!” groaned Araceli. “They have to, Miss Jordan.”

“Yeah, coach,” groaned Genevieve, squeezing her tits through her cheer top. “That would be so hot.”

“I want to see that!” Monica groaned.

“That's gross,” Ase said.

“You got a hardon, too,” said Michelle. “Don't lie.”

“Mmm, a sixty-nine is a wonderful thing for two futas to enjoy,” my mother purred, her hands still rubbing at her thighs through her skirt. Had her hands moved higher? “But first, don't forget you have tits. Play with them.”

My hand abandoned my dick. I was throwing myself into this. I cupped both Samantha's tits, squeezing them, my fingers sliding over her breasts. She shuddered into the kiss as I groped her boobs and brushed her nipples.

She broke the kiss. “Goddess, Johana, you're into this.”

“It's just so hot,” I said. “Your futa-cock feels amazing against me.”

“Are you...?” She bit her lip.

“Gay?” I shrugged. “I don't think so. I just want to have fun. Don't you? Doesn't it feel hot with our cocks rubbing together?”

She groaned, still pressing her tip into my cock, though my shaft was moving around more without my hand to hold it in place. “I guess.”

“And doesn't this feel amazing?” I asked then ducked my head down and sucked on her nipple.

She gasped out in shock. Her entire body shuddered. It was incredible to do this to her. To give her this rapture. She groaned, her head shaking from side to side as I sucked and nibbled on her bud. My tongue darted around her nipple, teasing her, making her shiver in delight.

Her hand, the one not rubbing her girl-dick's tip into mine, grasped my small breast. Her fingers dug into my tit, making me tremble. A wave of heat washed through me. I whimpered into her around her nipple, sucking on it with hunger.

My tongue danced around her nub, caressing her areola while this wicked heat swelled through my body. Her hand squeezed about my nipple. She pinched it hard. This amazing bliss shot down to my pussy. My twat clenched and my dick twitched.

“I'm going to faint, this is so hot!” Monica moaned.

“Not as hot as Genevieve riding Johana yesterday,” Ase muttered.

“No, this is hotter,” Genevieve said. “Two futas playing with each other is wild. I loved watching their dicks rubbing together.”

“I love futa-on-futa porn,” groaned Krysten. It was so hot watching my futa-mistress and futa-sister having sex. I can't wait for our next threesome!”

“Maybe I need to be dating two futas,” said Araceli.

Samantha broke the kiss. “Really?” she asked, glancing at Araceli. “I could date you.”

“No,” she said, blanching. Then she glanced at me, giving me an arched look.

I popped my nipple off Samantha's nub, blushing. Then Samantha pinched my nipple too hard. I groaned and snapped my gaze to her. She kissed me with hard aggression then. I gasped in shock while the girls squealed again.

Our futa-dicks pressed together, bending upward as her body pushed against me. I melted into her lips, kissing her back with equal hunger. Our nipples came together, her right one wet with my saliva. Tingles raced through me as I trembled.

“Ooh, push her back to the desk and ravish her,” moaned Monica.

“Yes!” squealed Araceli.

“Mmm, that's it,” my mother moaned. “Futas can be quite aggressive with each other when they're fucking. They don't need that warm-up that girls do. They are just ready to fuck once their dicks are hard, but that doesn't mean they shouldn't skimp on the foreplay.”

Samantha pressed me back into the desk. My ass sank down on it. I gasped, breaking the kiss as I fell back onto my elbows. My futa-dick throbbed before me, twitching and aching. Samantha stood over me, her eyes wild with passion.

“Mmm, yes, yes, Samantha, now suck on my daughter's tits,” Mom moaned, her voice throaty. “Make her feel good.”

“Do it!” Monica moaned.

“Don't be a pussy, Samantha,” said Michelle.

“That's right!” Krysten added.

I groaned as Samantha ducked her head down. She latched onto my nipple and sucked. Hard. I gasped as my bud throbbed in her mouth. This pleasure shot through me. It was dizzying. It had me shuddering and moaning, my heart beating faster and faster as she nibbled on my nub. My pussy drank in the sensations.

My futa-dick throbbed harder.

She pressed me back as she sucked. My mother purred in delight, the girls whimpering. This energy pulsed through the class. Samantha's hand grabbed my dick as she sucked. I whimpered and squirmed, my body shaking.

“Have them suck each other's cocks, Miss Jordan!” moaned Araceli

“Yes!” gushed Krysten. “Sixty-nine, futas!”

“Do it!” moaned Monica.

“You heard them, futas,” my mother purred. “Suck on each other's cocks. Love each other.”

My dick was on fire in Samantha's grip. She groaned as she released her nipple. She stared me in the eyes, arching eyebrows. I nodded, wanting the distraction from my mom's throaty pants behind me. Samantha then turned, her futa-cock swaying beneath her, pussy juices running down her shaft.

She straddled me. I trembled as I stared up at her girl-dick. The tip swayed right above my mouth. In a flash, it nuzzled against my lips. Her hand stroked me as the bead of her pussy cream dribbling down her shaft reached my lips.

She tasted sweet. Delicious.

I stared at her pussy as my mouth opened to swallow her dick. Her shaved twat looked so inviting. I groaned as her cock slipped past my lips. She moaned, her hand tightening on my clit-dick. I sucked on it, more of her sweet cream rippling out of her.

“Damn,” she moaned and then swallowed my cock.

The girls squealed in delight as Samantha's hot mouth sucked on me. My lips swelled tight about her shaft. I nursed on hers as she suckled on mine. My cheeks hollowed as I loved her. This was so wild. I couldn't believe we were doing this. It was incredible.

My tongue danced around her futa-dick. These tingles raced around me. I groaned and gasped, my cheeks hollowing as I trembled on the bed. My toes curled, the passion racing through my body as we loved each other.

“This is amazing,” groaned Monica. She sounded like she was in awe. “That dick was in my pussy earlier today, and now Samantha's sucking on it.”

“While Johana's sucking off Samantha,” Genevieve whimpered.

“I know,” panted Michelle.

Their words slid around me as I heard my mother's breathing. I could feel her looming over us, watching us. I kept my eyes locked on Samantha's juicy pussy as I sucked and nursed on her girl-dick. I loved her mouth around my dick. Her precum spilled over my lips, seasoned by the sweet drops of her pussy cream running down her dick.

I grabbed her rump, my fingers digging into her firm flesh. Samantha moaned. Her futa-dick twitched in my mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip of my girl-dick, making me shudder and gasp.

“Futas know how to love each other,” said my mother. “They are both doing the things they love being done to their cocks to each other. Hear their passion?”

“So great,” groaned Monica.

“This is making me so hot,” panted Araceli.

“Feel free to attend to yourselves,” My mother said.

I just kept sucking and loving Samantha. Her pussy clenched, and her ass flexed beneath me. Her moans hummed around my cock. It buzzed the sensitive tip of my clit-dick, making me groan and please her shaft.

Did she love it as much as I did?

She must because she sucked so hard.

Her fingers stroked down my shaft to my pussy. She stroked through my virgin lips, adding another teasing delight. I groaned louder around her cock, giving her a hummer as she stroked my petals. She sucked harder.

My toes curled.

She brushed my hymen. My futa-dick twitched at that. Would I lose my pussy virginity today? I nursed with hunger on her girl-dick, sucking, slurping. She returned the favor. My cunt clenched, the pressure building in my ovaries.

Every suck of her hot mouth brought my cock closer to eruption.

Futa-cum boiled in my ovaries. They had to explode out of me. My cunt clenched and relaxed. My body shook, breasts jiggling. My fingers dug into her rump as more pussy cream dribbled down her cock.

What a sweet delight.

“They are going at it,” Ase said, her voice strained.

“Getting turned on?” Monica asked slyly.

“Of course not,” Ase snapped. “I'm not into futas!”

“I am,” groaned Michelle.

“Mmm, yes,” purred my mother.

Everyone's attention on me, especially the incestuous lust I felt from my mother, surged excitement through me. Samantha sucked hard. I squealed around her dick as it hit me fast. My futa-cock erupted with powerful rapture.

I fired my first spurt of hot jizz into another futa's mouth.

Samantha moaned. Then she sucked, gulping down my cum. I nursed hard on her girl-dick as the pleasure slammed through me. The jolts of rapture from my cock and the waves of ecstasy from my writhing pussy.

They met in my mind. Stars burst across my thoughts.

Hot cum spurted into my mouth a moment later.

Samantha fired her futa-jizz into my hungry mouth. The creamy, salty delight spilled over my taste buds. My cheeks bulged before I gulped it down. I felt dizzy from the rapture of this moment. My heart pounded in my chest. I trembled on the desk, swallowing another futa's spunk.

While she swallowed mine.

Pussy juices gushed out of her cunt and spilled down her thighs and shaft. Soon her salty cum was sweetened by her sweet cunt. I drank it all down, reveling in it while she sucked my ovaries dry. I quivered on the desk, my orgasm peaking.

Then died into buzzing rapture.

Samantha popped her mouth off my cock and moaned, “Holy shit, I just did that. I just swallowed her spunk.”

“Yeah, you did,” my mother moaned in throaty passion.

“Fuck!” Samantha groaned while the girls whooped and cheered, my dazed mind barely processing their words.

“So hot!”

“Oh, yes, yes!”

“That was amazing!”

“Two futas! Fuck, yes!”

I gasped as Samantha's cock popped out of my mouth. I shuddered as the flavor of her cum lingered in my mouth. So salty. I panted, the class watching us with passionate eyes. I felt them while hearing my mother whimpering in the background. My dick was still hard despite erupting into Samantha's mouth.

Her cock bobbed before her as she slipped off the desk. She had this wild look in her eyes.

“That's it,” my mother moaned. “Fuck my daughter. She needs that girl-dick in her! Pound her.”

The class exploded in applause. The girls were on their feet, watching with hungry eyes. I groaned as Samantha grabbed my hips. She flipped me over onto my belly. The surface of the desk was cool beneath my nipples and...

I was staring at my mother

Her hands drew up her skirt. I shuddered as my eyes were fixed on her skirt climbing higher and higher. I shuddered, licking my lips, remembering what my mother tasted like. How I reveled in her incestuous passion.

“I just can't resist,” my mother said. I felt her staring at me. I flicked my gaze up and locked onto her glossy eyes. “I need it. I need it badly.”

I shuddered, my dick throbbing like I knew what she needed.

“Go ahead and masturbate, coach!” moaned Genevieve. “I am.”

“Me, too,” whimpered Araceli. “Join us, Miss Jordan!”

“Your daughter's about to get fucked by another futa!” Krysten said. “Of course you want to masturbate. I would if I had permission from my futa-mistress!”

“Ooh, I'm so wet. Johana, your cum is soaking around my fingers.”

I wanted to look at the girls, who were my age, masturbating behind me as Samantha brought her girl-cock to my virgin pussy, but my eyes were locked on my mother. She hauled her skirt up the rest of the way, unveiling her bright, red bush. I groaned as her fingers slid through her curly hairs on her way down to her pussy.

“Ooh, that's hot,” groaned Samantha. “Miss Jordan, do it. Finger your twat while I fuck your daughter.”

“Yes!” my mother moaned, envy in her voice. “Fuck my daughter! Pound her! Break in her cherry pussy.”

My mother thrust her fingers into her pussy, sinking them in deep. I gasped, my pussy clenching. Then Samantha's girl-dick was against my twat. My futa-cock throbbed as it dangled between my thighs. She rubbed herself up and down my slit, her left arm planted on the desk beside me.

“I never thought I'd fuck a futa,” Samantha moaned. “But I'm glad I get to break in someone's cherry. Damn, you're dripping wet. You want this.”

“I do,” I lied, trying to make myself believe I wanted to be fucked by anyone but... but... Shame burned through me. “Fuck my pussy! Ram that girl-dick into me.”

Samantha slammed her girl-dick to the hilt in me, ripping through my cherry. I felt a flare of pain followed by a rush of pleasure. She was in me, her dick thrusting to the very depths of my deflowered pussy.

Another futa was buried in me, but I was staring at my mother's fingers reaming in and out of her twat. What would those feel like instead of Samantha's cock? My mother shuddered and gasped. Her body shook and trembled. Her hair danced around her head as she bit her lip.

“Oh, wow, she's tight!” Samantha moaned.

“I bet,” Monica whimpered. “Virgin futa-pussy!”

“Damn,” Michelle muttered.

“Fuck her hard!” Genevieve panted. “She deserves it!”

“Yes,” Monica groaned. “Fuck her! Ooh, this is hot!”

“I'm going to cum so fast!” Araceli moaned.”

“Yes,” Ase panted.

My mother's fingers pumped in and out of her twat as Samantha drew back her hips. My pussy clung to her, savoring the pleasure while my eyes watched my mother. She stirred herself up, groaning and gasping. It was such a hot delight to witness. This amazing sight of her frigging herself. It was hot. It had me drunk with the excitement of the moment as my pussy stretched around Samantha's girl-dick ramming back into me.

The futa fucked me hard. She slammed her girl-dick into me. My butt-cheeks rippled. My cock throbbed with each hot plunge of her shaft into my cunt. My heart race,d the pleasure surging through me as she plundered my pussy over and over.

“Yes, yes, fuck my daughter,” whimpered my mother, juices dripping down her thighs. They coated her fingers as they emerged from her pussy.

“I am!” Samantha moaned. “Your daughter's got such a tight twat. Damn!”

“Yes, yes!” I gasped, reveling in this moment. I stirred my hips around her girl-dick, aching for something else to be in me. “Fuck me, Samantha. Make me cum.”

Please, make me cum and forget about these shameful desires.

“I will,” Samantha groaned, her hands caressing my sides. My skin felt alive.

She slammed her girl-dick into my pussy hard. Fast. She reamed me. It was incredible. My heart hammered in my chest. My eyes were dizzy with delight as that thick cock buried into me again and again.

My pussy clenched around her girth. I savored her burying into me over and over. The desk rocked beneath me as she thrust her girl-dick into me. Juices dripped down my throbbing futa-cock. The tip twitched, brushing the front of the desk.

“Make my daughter explode!” my mother moaned, frigging her pussy with such intensity.

“Goddess, I will!” Samantha moaned. “Johana... Your pussy... Ooh, it's just like fucking a girl's.”

“Uh-huh!” I gasped, bucking back into her, not caring. My ovaries grew tighter and tighter as my orgasm brewed. The pressure swelled to the tip of my futa-dick. “Pound me! Fire your cum into me.”

“Flood her cunt!” Monica moaned. “Oh, my goddess, flood Johana's cunt with your cum! Just like she did with mine.”

“Yes!” Araceli squealed.

“I want to masturbate so bad,” whimpered Krysten. “My futa-sister's going to fuck me so hard after classes.”

“Yes, yes!” I gasped.

“Are you going to cum?” Mom asked. She leaned forward, her breasts swaying in her top, her fingers frigging her pussy faster and faster.

“I am!” I panted, unable to take much more. “Samantha! Drill that cock into me!”

“Fuck that futa hard!” Adile moaned. “Ooh, I might be gay, but this is hot. Genevieve, work those fingers in and out your twat. I love your pussy!”

“Hook up after classes?” the cheerleader asked.

“Yes!” Adile moaned and I swear the lesbian sounded like she was cumming.

A moment later, I joined her.

Samantha's cock buried to the hilt in my pussy. The silky friction rippled heat to the tip of my girl-dick and boiled my ovaries. I gasped, my nipples throbbing against the desk. I met my mother's eyes as I exploded.

My futa-cum fired out of me.

It splattered the desk. My pussy convulsed around Samantha's thrusting girl-dick. Stars burst across my eyes as the dual pleasures rushed through my body. I bucked and moaned, my cunt writhing about her, drawing out every drop of her cum.

“Holy shit!” gasped my friend while my pussy writhed about her. “Holy fucking shit, your cumming on my dick.”

“Yes!” I howled. “It's amazing. Mother! Mother! I'm cumming!”

She threw back her head and joined me. Her body heaved. Juices gushed out of her while cum fired out of my girl-dick. Her glassy eyes met mine again as she swayed. She thrust her fingers into her cunt as this incestuous rush shot through me.

“Fuck, yes!” Samantha howled and buried into me. “Take my cum!”

Her cum fired into my convulsing twat. Another futa was spurting her jizz into me. I shook, my pussy milking her. The heat flooded through me, enhancing the rapture rushing through my body as I stared into my mother's eyes.

“I'm cumming!” Monica moaned. “Oh, damn, flood her! Flood her, Samantha!”

“I am,” Samantha groaned as her cum boiled into my cunt. “Take it all, futa-slut!”

“Sissy futa-slut!” hissed Ase.

“Don't shoot that cum on me!” Monica gasped. “Watch it, Ase!”

“Sorry! Just... just... Fuck!”

Samantha groaned as she fired that last blast of cum into my pussy. I panted, shuddering. I couldn't look away from my mother as she pulled her girl-dick out of me. Cum leaked out of my deflowered pussy.

“I love you so much,” mouthed my mother as she trembled through her orgasm.

I squeezed my eyes shut as this surge of heat rippled through me. I wanted to say it back, but I had grown up thinking it was wrong. Mom told me it was wrong! I trembled, Araceli and Genevieve squealing through their orgasms while Samantha's cum dribbled down my throbbing futa-dick.

What was I going to do? Why did my mother want me? Why couldn't everything just be normal?

Samantha smacked my rump. “Fucking a futa's pretty fun.”

I groaned and trembled. What would the next lesson entail?

To be continued...

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