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Chapter One: Johana's Shocking Futa Lesson

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Johana Jordan's Week, Monday

The entire student body of Rogers College thundered with applause as the MVP from last Saturday's championship football game led off her rewards. Tanisha Read, a Black futa, gripped the leashes that lead to a futa named Charisma and her little sister, a cutie named Krysten. It was the Monday morning assembly. Normally, it was the Program assembly, but there was a special event.

“Lucky Tanisha,” groaned Jade, a futa in my year. I was a freshman, my first year of college. “I mean, I'm not sure about fucking another futa, but Krysten is hot. And the incest...”

I squirmed at the words: incest.

The laws in America had changed recently. Sex was openly encouraged, no longer suppressed. Public decency laws were repealed—you could go naked or even fuck in public—and incest was made legal. It made me uncomfortable. It didn't feel right to commit incest. The rest of the student body celebrated it.

Tanisha led her two “sex slaves” for the week out of the auditorium by their leashes and collars. The only things Charisma and Krysten wore were those slave collars. Their breasts jiggled before them, Charisma's hard girl-dick bouncing as it thrust from the shaved folds of her pussy. She held her little sister's hand, the pair close. Both looked eager to be shared by the Black running back.

“Damn,” Jade said again. She was a horny futa, always molesting the girls who were chosen. Groping them, trying to get blowjobs or even fuck them. She was thirsty for pussy.

It was kinda pathetic. And people thought I was a bit of a nerd.

I sighed, shifting on the seat, my curly, auburn hair swaying about my face. My futa-dick was hard in my panties. It was hard not to be excited by the sight of Krysten naked. I saw her and her futa-sister having sex in the cafeteria the week before.

It was... hot and confusing all at the same time.

“Okay, okay,” President McTaggart said. The redheaded futa-administrator stood at the podium surrounded by us students. She waved her hands. “I know we're all excited for the big game.”

“Go Rogers Futa-Rams!” whooped the cheerleaders. They all did high-kicks, flashing their lack of panties, their pussies on display for a brief instance. I knew them all. My mother was the cheer coach.

“Yes, yes, I know we're all thrilled by our football team's victory on Saturday,” President McTaggart continued, “but we have four new students to select to participate in the Program this week.”

Jade sat up, an eager grin on her lips.

The Program was a way to encourage college students to embrace their sexuality. A week spent going to class naked, only wearing whatever protective gear was required for personal safety. If chosen, you had to use the opposite gender's facilities (restrooms and locker rooms) and had to grant “reasonable requests” to students. They could grope you, stroke your girl-dick, rub your pussy, even pinch your nipples, but there could be no penetration of your body without your consent. And it went both ways. A girl couldn't slide her pussy over a futa-dick without asking, and a futa couldn't suck on a girl's nipple. Oral, anal, or vaginal penetration needed permission.

Of course, that didn't stop horny futas from massaging a girl until she was so horny she'd agreed to it.

Since being naked could make you horny, at the start of every class, you had a ten minute period to accept “relief.” You could masturbate or ask for a volunteer to aid you. I had seen fucking in several of my classes. It could be painful having to sit there, my dick hard, watching as the naked girl gave in and chose a futa to enjoy.

Neither Jade nor I had been chosen once.

Lastly, a professor or member of the staff could use you as teaching aid only during a lesson. Anything the professor instructed, up to and including sex, was allowed. It was the one acceptation to the consent rule since it was part of the lesson, though if you objected hard enough, I was certain you wouldn't have to go through it. I heard a few pervy futa-professors who had found creative ways to justify receiving blowjobs or outright fucking their students under the guise of their “lessons.”

A few girls even encouraged it, and some female professors made their naked futa-students very happy.

“Okay, let's get drawing,” said President McTaggart. “As always, ladies first.”

“Ooh, I hope it's Adile,” said Samantha Herbert. She sat on the other side of Jade. “I'd love to grope that lesbian.”

“She groped your ex,” Jade said, grinning. “A lot.”

Samantha scowled. She'd lost her girlfriend, Ginny, in the first week of the fall semester to a nerdy futa named Candice. The pair sat far away, cuddled together. They were an affectionate couple, taking advantage of lax rules about PDA.

I thought they were cute together. I would love a girlfriend like Ginny.

The girls chosen for the Program were drawn, a sophomore and a senior. They both sauntered down, stripping naked. I didn't really know either of them, but they were cute, especially the busty senior. Jade and Samantha were practically drooling over them.

“I'm going for the senior,” Jade said. “Look at those tits Ludmila's got.”

“Yeah, but I know that sophomore,” said Samantha. “She's the type of girl that gives head beneath the bleachers during PE instead of running laps.”

“Damn,” Jade groaned, rubbing at the bulge in her skirt.

“For the futas, we have representing the freshman, Johana Jordan,” President McTaggart announced.

I blinked. “What?”

“Oh, snap,” said Jade. “Looks like you're gonna get naked.” She licked her lips. “Watch out for Poise Ramsey. I hear she likes to try and fuck all the futas. She likes anal. Ignores your pussy and goes straight for your ass.”

“What?” I gasped, my asshole clenching and my pussy tingling.

Samantha nodded. “Kenya took it up the ass from her after classes two weeks ago.”

“I'm not into futas,” I said, squirming.

“Yeah, me either,” said Samantha. “I prefer a pussy with no dick.”

Jade nodded her head. “You better get that ass moving. President McTaggart's gonna have you spanked if you don't get down there.”

“They don't do that,” I muttered as I rose, my pleated skirt swirling about my thighs.

I felt everyone's eyes on me as I headed down the stage. A few of the girls whispered as I passed and giggled. My cheeks burned. I wasn't as sexy as other futas. Petite. My tits were small. I had freckles on my face. My dick wasn't as big as others. I used to be called clitty. “That's not a dick,” mean students would say, “that's just a big clit. You sure you're a futa and not a freak?”

This wasn't high school. My bullies weren't here.

I took a deep breath as I reached President McTaggart. She was calling out a junior to join me. I groaned as I caught sight of my mother by the cheerleaders. She gave me a big grin, her fiery hair falling about her face. She flashed me a thumbs up.

I groaned, turning my back from my mother as I unbuttoned my blouse. I worked it off one by one, trying to drag it out as over five hundred people stared at me. I heard whispering through the room. All the girls were gossiping about me. I just knew it.

I slid my blouse off my shoulders, my futa-cock stiff in my panties. My small breasts were hugged by my pink bra. I dropped my top into the plastic bag the principal held for me. She had a supportive smile.

“Don't be shy,” she said. “You're a cute futa. You'll see, the girls will love you.” The principal winked at me.

My cheeks burned.

I unhooked my bra, exposing my small breasts. My dusky nipples thrust hard atop my quivering tits. I dropped the bra into the bag and drew in a deep breath. The junior futa was already naked, her hand stroking her clit-dick as she grinned at the giggling cheerleaders.

They were giggling and gushing over the other futa's bigger dick.

I groaned and shoved down my skirt, my cock twitching in my panties. My pussy grew juicy. The two naked girls glanced at me for a moment before their eye slid to the older futa. Even they were whispering and gushing.

I groaned and then thrust down my panties. My futa-dick sprang out. I felt like every eye was on my stiff cock. It thrust out from my trimmed bush. I shuddered, my heart thundering in my chest. My hands clenched and relaxed as I stood there, pussy juices soaking my pubic hair.

“Ooh, cute cock,” the naked senior girl said. Ludmila winked at me then shook her tits.

I groaned and she giggled. The nude sophomore girl laughed beside her. My cheeks went even redder. I looked away, wanting to scrunch up and hide my body. The tips of my ears burned while the horny ache swelled at the tip of my cock.

“Okay,” President McTaggart said. “We are done for this week. Enjoy your day and the four lucky students chosen. Just remember the rules and have fun with the Program selectees.”

Like the floodgates were opened, the students poured onto the floor. Jade, true to her word, mobbed Ludmila with half the futas. She was crowded by them. The busty brunette seemed to giggle as she was groped and prodded.

Girls drifted toward me. Most were crowding around the junior but a few were looking at me. I blushed even more, staring at the exit. Their whispers echoed around me. I bit my lip, my heart thudding in my chest.

“She's got a cute cock,” one whispered.

“But it's not that big,” another said.

“Like I said, cute. I want to just hug it and give it a kiss right on the tip.”

“Go for it,” a third said. “Johana's not going to bite.”

“Nope,” said Araceli Espiosa, a Hispanic girl from my Health class. “She's harmless.”

My cheeks burned from their words. Then I glanced at the girl who thought my dick was cute darted up. She grabbed my shaft, giving me a few pumps before she broke away laughing, falling into the arms of her friend.

“I can't believe you did that, Patty.”

“It's a nice cock. I'm glad I did.”

“It is a nice cock,” Ginny said. She was a redhead like me, but with brighter hue to her curls. She grabbed my futa-dick, stroking it a few times while she held Candice's hand with the other. “It's cute.”

“Not as big as Candice's cock, though,” purred Denice Jennings, the homecoming queen. She grabbed my dick and stroked it once. “Mmm, but it's a nice one. I bet Umeko would like to suck it.”

“My queen,” groaned Umeko, the busty, Japanese girl who ran against Denice in one wild campaign. Now she was Denice's willing sex slave. “You know I hate futas. I like pussies with clits.”

“That's what makes it so hot,” purred Denice. “What do you say, Johana? Want Umeko to suck your cock?”

My cheeks burned. I had never had a blowjob. I had never done anything. I may be the only futa at our college who hadn't fucked either Denice or Umeko during their campaign where they were handing out sexual favors like candy. “If she doesn't want to do it, then no.”

“She'll do it if I make her, and she'll love it, won't you,” Denice purred, grabbing the Japanese girl's tit through her blouse.

“Yes, Mistress,” Umeko moaned, her slanted eyes glassy.

I drifted away from them, shaking my head as they started kissing. They were weird. This was all so confusing. My futa-dick was hard. My pussy wet. I groaned as I stumbled to the doors, passing our quarterback leaning against the wall and glaring, her ebony face tight. Shelena didn't look happy she wasn't MVP, which shocked me.

She had led the team to victory.

I slipped out into the hallway. Girls would come up and pat my rump or fist my dick for a moment before breaking off into giggles. It wasn't like with the girls in the Program. I wasn't mobbed and felt up. I had seen a few cum just from being touched.

All it did was leave me horny.

My first class was a chore. I was too embarrassed to ask for relief. Not even a handjob. I felt eyes on me the entire time I sat naked at my desk. The tip of my erect cock kept bumping into the bottom surface, sending tingles racing down to my pussy. I was so hard. I ached. My pussy juices leaked out of me, making a puddle on the chair.

In my next class, a futa named Poise Ramsey offered to blow me. She had a big grin on her face, arching her eyebrows. Just like Jade and Samantha claimed. I shook my head. Then a girl, Shanice Colton, winked at me and gave the same offer. She licked her lips, sending a teasing surge through me.

“I'm fine,” I lied, so nervous about all of this. It couldn't be real. Did girls, and that futa, really want to do things with me?

I cracked down for my third class. I asked for relief. Audie Marlowe volunteered to blow me but just her hand touching my cock set me off. She gasped as my cum splattered across her face, painting her beige features in my pearly cum. I gasped and moaned, the pleasure shooting through her as she recoiled in shock.

“Futa-bitch!” she gasped, cum in her hair and dripping down onto the front of her blue blouse. “Ooh, I said I'd blow you, not take a load in the face.”

The class roared in laughter as she rose and marched out of the room, giving me a dirty look.

“Way to go, Hair Trigger!” snorted Eve Mathers.

“Better watch out, girls, Hair Trigger could go off at a moment's notice.”

“You better not shoot on my new jeans!” warned Salome Cardozo. “My futa-girlfriend bought these for me.”

“I'm glad you didn't explode when I stroked you in the hallway. I love this skirt.”

I sank down on my seat, my cheeks burning from embarrassment.

The teasing followed me for the rest of the day. Girls would come up to me, start to reach for my cock, then gasp, “Oh, no, I don't want to ruin my blouse.”

“Don't want to set off Hair Trigger!”

“Sorry, Johana, my hand's just too sexy for your futa-cock.”

My cheeks burned all day. I was so hard. I wanted relief, but I was way too embarrassed now. I just had to suffer, my ovaries aching with a load of cum, the tip of my girl-dick throbbing, so in need of relief. Futas laughed as I passed them in the halls. My shoulders hunched. This was just the first day of the Program.

This was going to be a long week.

“It's okay,” Ginny told me when I bumped into her on my way to my last class. “You were just excited. Don't let those cunts and futa-bitches get you down. Okay.”

“Yeah,” I said, smiling at her. She gave my cock a quick stroke.

“Maybe me, you, and Candice could have some fun after school. We like to share.”

“You don't have to do that,” I said. “I'm fine. Just some teasing. I don't need any pity.”

“It's not that,” she said. “I thought it would be fun. It's fine if you don't want to. Candice will just enjoy me all to herself or I'll find a girl we can share. She likes watching me with girls. But if you change your mind...”

I shrugged. I didn't want my first time to be screwing Candice's girlfriend while she watched or something.

It was only when I reached the door to my last class, Health, that I groaned. I don't know how it slipped my mind, but this was the class taught by my mother, Miss Molly Jordan. My futa-mom had passed away years ago and so my mom went by Miss Instead of Mrs.

I wasn't sure why.

“Good afternoon, Johana,” my mom purred when I walked in. She was at the front of the classroom, her red hair falling about her face. She wore a tight, black pencil skirt that fell barely covered her ass and a ruffled blouse with a scoop neckline. Her green eyes were bright. “I hope you're first day's been going fine.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, heading to my seat.

“Oh, no, don't go sit down,” she said, catching my arm. “I need you for the lesson.”

My cheeks burned as I felt my mother staring at my naked body. Her eyes seemed bright and considering as she studied my naked flesh. This strange, squirming, almost guilty lust shot through me. I had jerked off to her before. I always felt so bad afterward, ashamed. She was my mother.

“Oh, you look too hard,” she said. “Have you cum at all today?”

“Oh, she came once, Miss Jordan,” said Samantha as she filed in. “She's got a hair trigger. Splattered Audie Marlowe right in the kisser. The moment she grabbed your futa-daughter's cock, BAM! Johana erupted.”

“Oh, yes, you're still a virgin, right?” Mom asked me.

I groaned as people sniggered.

“That's okay,” Mom said. “I need you to have some stamina for the lesson. So just let me give you some relief.”

I gasped as my mother grabbed my futa-cock. Her hand wrapped around my shaft, fingers hot and silky. I groaned as she stroked me. She pumped her hand up and down my dick. My eyes widened as pleasure shot through my body right down to my pussy.

The class gaped as my mom worked her hand up and down the shaft. Genevieve, a freshman cheerleader, blinked her eyes as she took her seat, her pleated skirts swirling about her thighs. Samantha whistled. Ase Westerberg, a blonde futa, shook her head in envy. Araceli blinked.

“Mom,” I gasped, blinking. “You can't do that.”

“Give you a handjob?” she asked. “Sure I can. I need you ready for the lesson. I can't have you on the verge of an eruption. Now it's okay. You're young. Just let your cum flow. It's natural.”

Incestuous pleasure rushed through my body. I gasped at the shameful bliss I felt at my mother's stroking touch. She pumped up and down my shaft, stroking the sensitive crown then sliding down to nudge my pussy folds wrapped about the base of my clit-dick.

“Guess you're not that much of a hair trigger,” Samantha said, watching. She squirmed. “You could give me a handjob, Miss Jordan.”

“I don't need you for today's lesson, Ms. Herbert,” purred the professor. “But I'll keep that in mind for later.”

I just stood there, my pussy growing hotter and hotter, as my mother gave me a handjob. I could feel the swell of her breast through her blouse pressing on my arm as she pumped her hand up and down my girl-dick. She stroked me fast. Hard. She made my toes curl. This heat swelled and swelled in me.

I groaned. Whimpered. My heart hammered in my chest. It felt incredible. I shouldn't enjoy this. Everyone watched me with hot eyes. Futas adjusted their bulges. Girls squirmed their thighs together. Flushed faces stared at me as my mom worked her hand faster and faster.

“Just let all that cum out,” she purred in my ear. “Don't let your ovaries build up all that cum.”

My pussy clenched. My toes curled against the floor. My breasts jiggled. The ache built so fast. I couldn't hold off if I wanted to. This was too much. I threw back my head, my small tits heaving, and erupted.

My mom made me cum.

“Goddess!” I moaned as my pussy convulsed. My ovaries unloaded all my built up jizz.

Futa-spunk fired out of my girl-dick. Mom pumped her hand up and down my shaft as I bucked. My cum arched over and splattered on the floor before Samantha's desk. She leaned back, a strange look flashing across the futa's face.

“Oh, damn,” purred Genevieve, her blue eyes wide. Her black hair spilled around her flushed cheeks. “You're just... Wow.”

“I know,” groaned Araceli.

I shuddered as the pleasure slammed into my mind. This guilty bliss burned through me. The incestuous rapture surged out of my pussy. It danced across my thoughts. I groaned, my fingers clenching. I swayed, leaning against my mother as this ecstasy spurted out of me. My pussy convulsed. Rapture rippled out of my snatch.

“That's it,” cooed my mother. She stroked up my cock and rung out the last few drops. They dribbled over her hand while I shuddered, pussy cream dripping down my thighs. “There you are.”

She kissed me on the cheek as she released my futa-cock, the last, watery spurts of my pearly cum running down the back of her hand. She casually licked it off as she moved around her desk, leaving me panting before the entire class.

That just happened. My mother just gave me a handjob before the entire class. My knees quaked. My breasts jiggled. Genevieve and Araceli leaned together, hissing whispers. My cheeks burned as I swayed, dizzy, disoriented.

“Just stay right there, Johana,” my mom said. “You're going to be demonstrating today's lesson. Foreplay.”

The class shifted. Girls looked eager. I trembled, swallowing. My futa-cock was only half-hard despite the orgasm I just had. My hands rubbed together. My cheeks burned with a strange mix of shame and exhilaration. I buzzed from the orgasm, but...

My mother gave it to me.

“I need a girl to volunteer for Johana to demonstrate foreplay on,” my mother purred, scanning the classroom. “I can't choose Krysten since she's our MVP's slave for the week.” She paused, looking around. “Come on, don't be shy.”

The girls shifted. Genevieve glanced at me while her round breasts rose and fell in the purple, sleeveless cheerleader top she wore. Her golden, pleated skirts rustled as she shifted. Beside her, Araceli bit her lower lip, her cheeks flaming scarlet. Monica Rocha fanned her face, her eyes glassy. Naked Krysten craned her head, her slave collar rattling about her neck, while the futas all shook their heads.

Was that... envy I saw in Samantha's and Araceli's eyes?

“No volunteers?” my mother said. “Genevieve, I think you want to volunteer. Come on, you're a cheerleader. Show some school spirit and let's learn about foreplay. It's important for a healthy sexual relationship with your partner or partners.”

Giggles burst through the classroom as Genevieve stood up. “Okay, coach, I'll do it. Your futa-daughter's cute.”

I blushed more. Did she really think I was cute, or was she just saying that to be nice?

Genevieve marched up, peeling off her cheerleader top like it was nothing. They were growing more and more adventurous as a team. I could still remember them flashing their bare beavers during the assembly this morning. Her breasts spilled out, round and perky. She wasn't wearing a bra beneath, her nipples poking hard before her.

She found a concealed fastener and zipper for her skirt on her right hip. With it, her skirt fell loose down her body and she stepped out of it naked, a landing strip of black hair leading to her shaved pussy. Her blue eyes smoldered as she stepped up beside me and peeled off her tennis shoes and lacy ankle socks.

“Okay, let's learn foreplay,” she said, grinning at me.

“Face each other,” Mom said. “Now, futas, with girls you want to start playing with their breasts. Of course, futas love that, too, but they don't need much to make their cocks hard or their pussies wet. In fact, ladies, letting a futa play with your tits will not only make you wet, but will get her hard and ready to please you.”

I swallowed as I stared at Genevieve's perfect tits right before me. My cheeks burned. I had to touch her with the class watching. Girls leaned in and futas watched with hungry eyes. My softening girl-dick twitched, a hot itch forming in the depths of my pussy.

“Don't be shy,” Genevieve whispered.

My mother moved behind me. “Just reach out and grab her breasts,” Mom said, seizing my wrists. I felt her tits rubbing on my naked back through her blouse. Her nipples were hard. She raised my hands and guided them to Genevieve's lovely boobs. “Not hard. Cup them at first, then lightly massage those gorgeous breasts.”

Genevieve's eighteen-year-old tits filled my hands. They were warm and felt like silk, bigger than my own breasts and softer. My fingers lightly dug into them. Genevieve purred in delight, her nipples feeling even harder than my mom's. Her hips wiggled back and forth.

“Mmm, just like that,” Mom purred as she pressed behind me. Her fingers rubbed up and down my arms. “Massage her. A little more pressure now. Yes, yes, watch her face. Hear her moans. Her purrs. Let her reactions guide you. If she wants more, give it to her, if she needs you to be slow, then go slow. If you read your partner, futas, she'll be more likely to let you get that prize.

“Her pussy.”

I groaned as my mom said those words. She seemed to undulate behind me, almost humping against my naked rump. Her silk blouse rubbed on my skin as I massaged Genevieve's breasts, my fingers working on them. The girl moaned, her blue eyes bright, her cheeks growing redder and redder.

The flush descended down her throat as I massaged her. My thumbs swept out, brushing the edges of her dusky-pink areolas. I felt the different texture. Bumpier than her smooth tits. I rubbed again, this time grazing a puckered nipple.

“Ooh, yes,” Genevieve moaned.

“Mmm, that's the sort of signal you need to read,” Mom purred. “Play with her nipples. Massage them with your thumbs. Yes, yes, just like that, Johana.”

My futa-dick throbbed and my pussy clenched as my thumbs rubbed Genevieve's nipples in circles. I couldn't believe this was happening. My mom's hands still held my wrists, not guiding me. She nuzzled into my ear, whispering her encouragements.

Genevieve licked her lips. She squirmed as I rolled her nipples now. The hard nubs felt amazing between my thumbs and forefingers. I twisted them. Tweaked them. Genevieve gasped and moaned. I was feeling... more and more like a futa.

Sexy and powerful.

“That's it,” my mother moaned. “Mmm, I bet you have a juicy pussy, don't you, Genevieve?”

“I do, coach,” the girl moaned, her body trembling.

“Now we move onto cunnilingus,” purred my mom. “It's the stage of foreplay most girls love. And more than a few futas. So girls, pay attention, too. And, of course, you might want to go down on each other, too. Pussies are a joy to play with even if they don't come with a hard futa-cock.

My mother's words had me hard. Genevieve was already moving. The black-haired beauty sat down on the edge of my mom's desk. She spread her legs, the pink folds of her pussy parting. Juices glistened on them. She looked so open.

Not a virgin, but an experienced girl.

“Now, Johana,” my mother said, “Just bend over and start licking. Lap around the edges of her pussy lips. Don't go straight for her clit. Get her pussy hot and wet first, then you can attack it.”

“Okay, Mom,” I groaned, my small breasts jiggling as I leaned over. My futa-dick throbbed, at my full erection.

“Eating pussy requires reading your partner even more than breast play,” said my mother. “You need to learn where she likes to be licked. Some girls like their labia played with. Others get off on clitoral stimulation. Most like a mix of the two, often with vaginal penetration. Don't be afraid of using fingers. Use one or two digits to start out, but some girls might like more. Or futas.”

My pussy clenched as I leaned closer. I could smell this amazing, spicy musk. Genevieve's juices filled my nose. It as a heady scent. Intoxicating. I groaned, salivating. My tongue licked across my lips. I hungered to devour her.

“Don't be afraid,” Mom cooed, pressing into me from behind. Her hands were on my hips. “Just feast on her.”

My lips nuzzled into Genevieve's folds. I swallowed then flicked my tongue out. I tasted her spicy juices. She groaned, her breast jiggling over me. Her eyes widened as my tongue danced through her delicious petals.

“That's it,” cooed my mother, her crotch pressed into my rump, her skirt's fabric caressing my silky flesh. “Just lick her. You're doing great, Johana. Mmm, you're making Genevieve feel good.”

“She is, coach,” the cheerleader moaned. She leaned back, her round breasts jiggling. They were hypnotic.

I darted my tongue into her pussy folds. I licked up and down her twat. I caressed her. I teased her. She tasted amazing. Her spicy juices spilled over my face. I could hear the other students shifting on their seats as I ran my tongue up and down Genevieve's delicious pussy. My mother's hands gripped my hips.

My tongue flicked up and brushed Genevieve's clit. The cheerleader gasped. Her back arched, her breasts jiggling before her. She moaned, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment. She loved it. I licked her clit again and a smile burst across her face.

“Ooh, that's nice, Johana,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, just like that.”

“You're doing good, honey,” Mom purred, her hands stroking my sides. “Yes, yes, lick her clit.”

“Damn, look at Genevieve, my girlfriend doesn't eat me out like that,” Adile purred. Even the lesbian was impressed.

“She should,” Krysten said.

“I'll eat you out like that, Adile,” Samantha said.

“No, you won't, Samantha. You couldn't satisfy your own girlfriend. Ginny dumped you for that nerd. But I can make you cum, Adile,” boasted Krysten. “You just have to let my futa-sister watch. Oh, and my futa-mistress if we do it before Friday.”

“Go, Genevieve, go,” moaned Araceli. “Cum on Johana's lips.”

“Mmm, see, you're doing great,” Mom moaned. “Now get your tongue into her pussy depths. She'll love it.”

I plunged my tongue into Genevieve's depths. I swirled around in her. I licked and sucked at her depths, making her shudder. Her eyes widened. She groaned, her pussy walls clenching around my tongue soaking in her spicy juices.

“And play with her clit with your finger,” Mom purred.

I moved my right hand as I swirled my tongue around inside of Genevieve. I licked and lapped at her. I savored the flavor of her. I found her clit with my pointer finger. I massaged her bud as she gasped out in delight.

I gave her pleasure.

This incredible surge of rapture shot through me, making my cunt clench and my futa-dick throb. Genevieve moaned and groaned. She shuddered on the desk, her breasts rising as I massaged her bud. I felt her little clit throbbing beneath my fingers as I licked and swirled around inside of her pussy.

Pleasure crossed Genevieve's face. That wonderful rapture spilling over her features. Her head threw back. She whimpered and groaned. I massaged her clit faster. She gasped, nodding her head in delight.

She loved it.

“Oh, damn, Johana,” she gasped. “Oh, yes, yes, coach, you're teaching your futa-daughter right. She's good.”

“I wished I volunteered,” moaned Monica.

“Not too late to have me eat you,” Samantha said. “Don't listen to Ase. She's a futa-bitch.”

“Language, Ms. Herberts,” my mother moaned, her hands sliding up and cupping my tits.

As Samantha apologized, I froze for a moment. My mother's hands kneaded my small breasts. She shouldn't touch me there. This incestuous, shameful rush shot through me. A forbidden ache burned in my dick as she brushed my hard nipples. She teased them. Made me quiver and groan.

My tongue fluttered through Genevieve's depths again. I whimpered, shocked by the intensity of my mother's touch on my nipples. It felt incredible. My pussy clenched and juices dribbled down my hard girl-cock. I moaned into Genevieve's pussy as Mom pinched my nipples.

“Oh, my goddess, yes!” moaned Genevieve. “That's it. Just like that. I'm going to cum!”

“Mmm, cum all over my cute futa-daughter's face,” Mom moaned, pinching my nipples.

I shuddered at the rapture. My futa-cock was so hard. My tongue buried deep into Genevieve's pussy. My finger massaged her clit, her juices flowing. Her spicy cream filled my mouth as the eighteen-year-old cheerleader threw back her head.

“Yes!” she howled.

Her pussy convulsed around my tongue. Her juices gushed out of her. This spicy flood of delight filled my mouth. I groaned, my tongue darting over her flesh, licking and lapping up her juices. They coated my tongue, tasting amazing. I shuddered and groaned, my heart pounding in my chest, pumping euphoria through my veins.

My finger rubbed harder as she leaned back on the desk. Her breasts heaved with all their youthful perkiness. Her thighs clamped about my face. My tongue fluttered up and down her folds, licking up her cream.

“Mmm, yes, that's it,” Mom purred. She pinched my nipples, my futa-dick throbbing. “You're doing wonderful. You've made her cum hard.”

“So hard,” groaned Genevieve. “Oh, wow, Johana. You're a futa-champ. Oh, damn, that was good. I haven't cum that hard in a while. Ooh, you eat pussy like a dyke.”

“Have you had Adile go down on you?” moaned a futa named Michele Deveruex.

“Maybe,” answered Genevieve. “Ooh, Johana, you're going to be popular with the girls.”

“Yes, you are,” Mom groaned. “And you got a hard cock.”

“Should I blow her?” asked Genevieve. “I mean, she did make me cum.”

“Mmm, but don't get her off,” my mom said. “Just demonstrate to the girls how to give head. I'm sure you're an expert.”

“I've sucked off a few,” moaned Genevieve. She winked at me. “You'll love it.”

I straightened up, panting, my breasts rising and falling as I trembled. This was really happening. Genevieve slipped to the floor before me. My mom grabbed me and turned me so my side faced the class. My futa-cock shot out before me. The girls were all staring at me with this hungry looks. Monica winked at me.

I was about to say something then Genevieve licked the tip of my girl-dick. My eyes bulged at the heat surging down my shaft. My pussy clenched as her tongue swirled around the spongy crown of my dick.

“Start by licking it, Genevieve,” Mom moaned, her freckled cheeks flushed bright. Her green eyes were glossy as she ran her tongue over her ruby lips. “Tease the futa before you suck on her cock. And mind your teeth.”

“We don't like that,” Samantha said.

“Thank you, Ms. Herbert,” Mom purred. “Now Genevieve, swallow the tip of my futa-daughter's cock and suck.”

My eyes widened as the cheerleader did just that. I groaned and my pussy clenched. Genevieve's plump lips swallowed the crown of my futa-cock. Her lips sealed about it. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing. I groaned and swayed, pussy juices leaking down my thighs. It was incredible to feel.

She bobbed and slid her mouth up and down my girl-dick. My hands clenched. My pussy grew hotter. My ovaries quivered, eager to explode a fountain of jizz. It would be incredible to cum in her mouth. If my mom hadn't given me a handjob, I would be erupting into Genevieve's mouth right now. Just flooding her with my salty cum.

“Okay,” Mom purred. “You can stop sucking. Let's move onto sex. The real reason you get a girl so turned on.”

Genevieve's mouth popped off my dick. “Ooh, yes, yes, let's do that. I want this cock in me. I'm so wet. You made me cum so hard.”

A flutter of joy rippled through me at her words. I wanted to be in her. As good as her mouth felt, I was so eager for my first taste of a girl's pussy. I didn't care that my mom was guiding this lesson now. That everyone was watching.

I was getting pussy.

“Lie down on my desk, Johana,” Mom purred, her hands grabbing my waist and pushing me back until my rump brushed the edge of her desk. “Then Genevieve, I want you mounting her facing the class and ride her cock.”

“Ooh, reverse cowgirl,” the cheerleader purred. “Hot. The class is going to see how much I love this.”

“Damn, why couldn't I be chosen?” Michele muttered.

“Yeah,” croaked Samantha. “Johana, you're so lucky. You're going to get so much pussy this week.”

“Uh-huh,” Monica purred.

I sank back onto the desk, trembling. My breasts jiggled as my breathing quickened. I was about to have sex with Genevieve, one of the hot girls on the cheer squad. Other futas were envious of me. I licked my lips as I leaned down, my futa-dick twitching over my stomach.

“Mmm, cutie, we're going to have fun,” Genevieve purred as she grabbed my girl-dick. She stroked me, fisting up and down my cock. I gasped at the sensation. My eyes widened as this wild beat surged through my chest. “Aren't we?”

“I guess,” I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest.

“Be confident,” Mom said, moving around her desk. She stood over me, her breasts swelling her blouse, her black, short skirt hardly covering her. Her legs stretched apart. I groaned as I could see up her skirt and...

My mom wasn't wearing any panties. I couldn't believe the sight of her thick, fiery bush between her thighs. My eyes locked on that naughty sight. Her pussy. The hole that birthed me. This was wrong. I should look away.

I couldn't.

Her juices gleamed on her silky curls. Then I groaned as Genevieve grabbed my girl-dick. She stroked me as she straddled me. I should be looking at her. She was about to fuck me. She was my age. Eighteen. Genevieve pressed her shaved twat down onto my cock while I stared at my mother's mature depths.

The cheerleader impaled her pussy down my shaft in a single plunge. I groaned as her tight twat engulfed me. I trembled, my eyes locked on my mother's cunt. I licked my lips, these naughty ideas bursting through my head as Genevieve's pussy gripped my girl-dick.

“Ooh, that's a nice cock,” she moaned, her hips swaying from side to side. “I love it. Mmm, I'm going to ride this shaft hard.”

I groaned as her pussy slid up my futa-cock. My head shook. My breasts rose and fell. I licked my lips at the heat that shot through me. My head tossed back and forth. This wanton, wicked heat caressed my dick. Genevieve's pussy massaged me.

My hands clenched. My heart pounded in my chest. This powerful thudding had me trembling. I groaned as she worked her twat up and down my girl-dick. It was incredible to enjoy her pussy while I stared up my mother's skirt at her forbidden twat.

“That's it, dear,” Mom purred. “Just work that cunt up and down her girl-dick. It's a delicious treat, isn't it?”

“It is, coach,” moaned Genevieve. “Ooh, Johana, do you like my pussy.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, twitching, my breasts jiggling as she worked that hot twat up and down my girl-dick. “You're so juicy. So silky. Wow.”

“Lucky,” groaned Samantha.

“Yeah,” whimpered Monica.

My hands found Genevieve's hips. I gripped her flesh as she rode me. Her skin felt amazing beneath my hands while her pussy was heaven sliding up and down my shaft. She was so tight, squeezing, my ovaries quivering, brimming with cum to spill into her.

Then my mother shifted forward. To my shock, her skirt slid over my face. She slipped onto the desk, straddling my head. Her bush pressed into my lips. I shuddered, stunned and froze as my mother's incestuous pussy smothered my mouth and nose. Her tangy cream spilled past my lips.

I shuddered on the table. My heart raced in my chest. My hands clenched. This couldn't be happening. She was grinding her hairy muff on me as Genevieve worked that delicious cunt up and down my girl-dick.

“Mmm, that's it,” moaned my mother. “Keep riding my futa-daughter's cock. Just make her explode.”

She ground her pussy on my face, her tangy juices spilling into my mouth. The incestuous juices made my hands clench on Genevieve's waist. The cheerleader rode me while my mother's mature twat rubbed against my lips.

My tongue begged to lick her.

I shuddered, fighting this urge. My heart pumped fast, hot. Did anyone know she was on me? Could they tell with Genevieve facing them, her round tits bouncing before their gazes, and her pussy working up and down my girl-dick?

This was wrong. So wrong.

My tongue licked through the folds of the pussy that had birthed me. A naughty rush ran through me as she moaned out in delight. Her tangy juices soaked my tongue, her silky pubic hair caressing my cheeks and nose. I breathed in her musk and licked again.

“Yes, yes, just like that,” moaned my mother. “You're doing great.”

“Thanks, coach,” moaned Genevieve as she rode me, thinking my mother talked to her. I knew the truth.

“Yes, yes, just keep working it,” Mom moaned as my tongue plunged into her incestuous depths.

I was out of control. My hands gripped Genevieve's hips. My fingers dug into her flesh as she worked her cunt up and down my girl-dick. My pussy drank in the heat, my ovaries quivering with a load of cum. My tongue worked through my mother's folds at the same time. I licked and lapped at her twat, putting my cunnilingus lesson to use.

Did she teach me to eat a girl's pussy so I could please her?

She ground her pussy on my mouth while Genevieve's amazing cunt kept working up and down my girl-dick. The cheerleader moaned and gasped as she rode me. Her pussy caressed me. That silky friction built the ache at the tip of my girl-dick.

I moaned into my mother's pussy, coming closer and closer to erupting. This was insane. The incestuous shame wouldn't stop. I licked and lapped. I feasted on my mother's cunt with hunger. She gripped my nipples, twisting them.

Pleasure shot to my ovaries.

I gasped into her twat.

“Just hold on, Johana,” my mother purred. “A futa needs to wait until the girl she's fucking cums.”

“I'm almost there,” groaned Genevieve. “Ooh, your futa-daughter's cock feels amazing in me. Oh, yes, yes!”

My girl-dick throbbed in her depths. I fought against my urge to cum as my tongue thrust into my mother's depths. I swirled around in her, teasing in her. She whimpered, teasing my nipples. Tingles raced from my breasts to the tip of my futa-cock buried in Genevieve's wonderful pussy. She was driving me wild. I couldn't take much more.

I had to.

My tongue licked and lapped. I l pleased my mother with a wild hunger. My tongue brushed her clit. Her juices soaked my mouth and chin. Then she ground hard against me. She pulled hard on my nipples.

“Are you almost there, Genevieve?” my mom moaned as her incestuous cream flooded my mouth. Her passion spilled over me, leaving me trembling on the table, my toes curling.

My mom was cumming.

“Almost, Coach,” groaned Genevieve.

“Good!” Mom gasped. “Cum on my futa-daughter's cute dick!”

Genevieve slammed down my girl-cock. Her pussy convulsed around me. She gasped out in obvious rapture. The classroom burst into applause. Students cheered me on as dizzying rapture rushed through me.

My futa-cum fired out of my girl-dick again and again, flooding Genevieve's cunt. Rapture shot through me with each eruption. My pussy convulsed, spilling more delight through my body. It was intense. I moaned into my mother's cunt as the passion burned through me.

She trembled on me as the class kept whooping and cheering. Genevieve's pussy milked my dick. She drew out my cum, leaving me dizzy. The pleasure spilled around me. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as this delight peaked in me.

I fired my last drop of cum into Genevieve's pussy.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” the girl moaned. “Oooh, Johana, you're a good lay.”

“Wonderful,” my mom purred, her voice throaty. She slipped off the desk, leaving my face sticky with her cream.

As my students cheered my name and Genevieve dismounted my futa-cock, it hit me. I had my mother's juices all over my mouth. I just committed incest. Guilt rippled hot through me as I sat up, wiping at my lips.

“You're the futa!” Samantha shouted.

“Way to go, cutie!” Monica whooped, her face flushed.

“She was amazing,” groaned Genevieve. “She just flooded me with cum. Good thing I had the shot, or I'd be pregnant for sure.”

“Damn, you are lucky,” Michele said.

“That was hot, Miss Jordan,” Krysten moaned. “Wish my futa-sister was here to see it or my naughty futa-mistress.”

My head swam. I committed incest before my entire class. I couldn't breathe. I glanced at my mother, shocked by the wicked smile on her flushed face. “I... I... I need to... to...”

I raced out of the classroom, struggling to breathe.

To be continued...

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