Futa s Wild Passion 07 Futa s Naughty Study Session
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I felt like a million bucks as I walked through the school, trailed by my little sister. Allie and I had just had a naughty time in the bathroom. Of course, right before that, I had a naughty time with my new girlfriend Wendy. I had deflowered her while Allie lurked in the stall next to us, masturbating to the sounds of our love-making.
My sister was my secret lover. My incestuous delight. We couldn’t let anyone know, so when Wendy confessed her love for me and wanted to be my girlfriend, I thought it was perfect. I didn’t want to hurt her, but if I had a girlfriend, things would be easier.
And since I had a cock now, Wendy didn’t consider us lesbians. I didn’t know what it made us actually. The lesbian principal of my high school thought it still meant she was gay for liking my girl-dick while Wendy thought it meant she was actually straight. She was thrilled to now be able to openly express her feelings for me.
It was so complicated.
I reached the cafeteria and spotted my friends having lunch. Wendy saw me first and squealed. She bounded to her feet and took two steps towards me before she stopped, this flush of embarrassment crossing her fifteen-year-old face. We were the same age. Keeping her blonde hair in an elegant French braid kept her heart-shaped face clear of her hair. She had blue eyes that shone.
I took her hand and then glanced at our friends. Pita was there, of course, my Hispanic friend arching a naughty eyebrow at us. She knew why Wendy had taken me off. Victoria had a speculative look. The brunette also knew my secret. She had blown me with Pita and Wendy in the bathroom before classes.
My other two friends, Briana and Tina, looked with some surprise at Wendy and I holding hands. Briana had long, black hair and a speculative look on her pale face while Tina shook her head. Her short, brown hair swayed about her face.
“What is up with you two?” Tina asked.
“We’re dating,” I said.
Briana’s jaw dropped. Victoria smirk grew. “I knew you were gay, Wendy.”
Wendy gasped. “I’m not gay because...” Then she glanced at me, her eyes wide. “I mean, should we tell them.”
“I’m a futanari,” I said at the top of my lungs. I heard a few gasps from nearby tables. “I, eh, came down with Futanari Syndrome yesterday.”
“That’s the secret that you and Pita have been hinting at!” Briana gasped.
“Oh, my god, Jenny!” gasped Tina. She bounded to her feet. “Are you okay?
“I’m great!” I said, tightening my grip on Wendy’s hand. “I’m a futanari, and so it’s not gay. Because I have a...” My cheeks burned. “Well, I have one of those.”
“A cock!” a guy shouted from a nearby table.
“Yes!” I said with pride. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I know you have one, James. Only mine’s bigger.”
James clamped his jaw shut as sniggers burst around him.
I caught a glimpse of Allie sitting down with her friends. Kathy Greene, the sexually adventurous minx I’d been hearing so much about, leaned over and whispered to my sister. She nodded her head. I hoped Allie wouldn’t talk about our incestuous affair. I didn’t think she would, but...
She was an excitable girl.
“I’m so happy for you both,” Tina said and then hugged Wendy and me, pulling us so tight. “Ooh, I’m more than a little jealous that you snagged her up first. A real, live futanari.”
“Yeah, I bet Pita must be so disappointed,” said Briana.
“Right,” Tina said, pulling away from us. “You watch that futanari porn star.”
“Oh, well,” Pita said. “I mean, Jenny and I are sex friends. I hope that’s okay, Wendy? You know, since you two are dating.” My Hispanic friend gave me a speculative look. She knew I had a secret lover but thought it was my MILF neighbor.
“It’s okay,” Wendy said as she pulled me to the table to sit down with our friends. “We, uh, talked and ... I understand that futanari have increased libido.”
“So I could be your sex friend, too?” said Tina.
“Yeah,” I said, my futa-dick swelling in my panties. “If Wendy’s okay with it.”
“Just so long as you remember she’s my girlfriend,” said Wendy a little possessively. “We’re going on a date on Friday.”
“Yep,” I said.
“And she’s coming over to my house to work on a project tonight,” Pita said. “And other things.”
“Isn’t your mom going to be home?” I pointed out. “And we need to get the project done.”
Pita’s face fell and we all giggled.
The rest of the lunch hour passed swiftly. I had a feeling that Veronica and Briana also wanted to be sex friends with me. This being a futanari was having a lot of perks. I just hoped I didn’t hurt Wendy. Maybe I would develop feelings to match hers, but...
Allie had claimed my heart so fast. It was so hard knowing she was eating lunch only twenty feet away.
The word that I was a futanari buzzed through the school. Everywhere I went, people whispered. I felt girls and guys giving me strange looks. Sometimes curious, sometimes disgusted, and sometimes they were inscrutable. Teachers welcomed me and told me they supported my decision to come out as a futanari.
“You’re so brave,” was said a lot to me over the course of the day. Sometimes, random girls would give me friendly hugs, girls I didn’t even know, and boys would give me fist pumps or high fives.
Others just gave me cold shoulders.
There was no way I could use the girl’s locker room for PE, my last class of the day. I took advantage of the offer to use the coach’s private room. It was installed a few years ago to cut down on any sort of rumors of inappropriate behavior between students and staff.
Of course, there was a whole group of lesbian teachers who did naughty things with students. Principal Washington led them.
My cock felt so obvious during PE. Everyone seemed to be looking at it, which only made me pop a boner, as boys put it. I was so hard and aching, my gym shorts doing little to hide my arousal. Girls giggled and guy scowled as they realized just how big I was.
I couldn’t help it. The girls were looking cute in their shorts, especially Heather. Her butt was bubbly and cute, just molded by the red gym shorts we wore. My cheeks burned. I was so thankful when it was over and I could go to the private room and shower.
It was such a relief to strip out of my gym wear. I stood naked under the shower in the small room. It had a sink and a toilet with a shower in the corner. The entire floor was tiled and the room was open. You had no privacy, but it was a single use.
I ignored my hardon, fighting the urge to masturbate right here. I didn’t have that much time. I was soaping my breasts, rubbing my hands over my round tits, when the door creaked open behind me. I gasped and whirled, covering my tits.
My cock swung hard before me.
Coach Clarkson stood there, her eyes widening. Her cheeks went red and, for a moment, I thought she was going to enter. She stared at my dick bobbing before me, water dripping off of it. I didn’t know what to do.
Then she pulled the door shut. “Sorry, I forgot you were using it.”
“Oh, right,” I said, trembling. “I should have locked it.”
Didn’t I? Had she peeked in? Did she want to see my futa-cock? People always gossiped that a female gym coach was a dyke, but I didn’t think Coach Clarkson was. She didn’t have that look. Of course, neither did Wendy. Still, it must have just been an honest mistake.
But what if it wasn’t... ?
Fantasies of the coach slipping in and doing things with me beneath the shower spray burned through my mind as I finished washing. It was so hard to pull my panties up and over my girl-dick. I really, really wished I had masturbated.
If coach Clarkson had caught me...
I was turning into such a pervert.
I headed to meet up with Pita and go home with her. I passed more students telling me, “You’re so brave!” like I had any control with coming down with Futanari Syndrome. It was just a strange roll of the genetic dice. I came up snake eyes or maybe double sixes.
I guess it depended if I saw being futa as having a glass half empty or half full.
Half full. I was liking having a futa-dick.
“There she is!” Pita grinned when I sauntered up. “Let’s give it up for Jenny! She’s so brave!”
A group of girls, with a few guys, clapped and cheered for me. They ranged from freshman Allie’s age to my fellow sophomores up to seniors. I blushed at the attention. It was so sincere, I could see it in the girls’ eyes, but it was also so cringy and embarrassing at the same time.
One guy held up a sign proclaiming, “Futanari ally!”
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I was sure the guys were just there to score on the girls, but I didn’t want to be rude. So I smiled and waved to them. I blew a few kisses. More than a few girls had smoldering looks in their eyes.
I might end up with more sex friends then I could handle.
“Okay, okay,” Pita said. “Do I need to turn the hoses on you? Let’s go.”
She grabbed my hand and we headed to the school bus that would take us to her house. I saw Allie about to board a different bus and waved at her. She flashed me a thumbs up then grabbed her phone and sent a message.
I pulled it out and blushed. It was a shot of her pussy and said, “I’ll be wet and waiting for you to get home.”
When had she taken that pic?
“Secret message from that MILF of yours?” asked Pita as I thrust my phone back into my purse, my futa-dick still hard from my coach fantasy.
“Yeah,” I said. “She, uh, sent me a dirty pic.”
“You going to tell Wendy about her?” Pita asked as we climbed into the bus. It had the smell of vinyl from the green seats.
“Maybe,” I said as we took ours. “I want to feel her out. She’s okay with some sex friends, but...”
“But you already love someone else.” Pita leaned back. “That sucks for Wendy. Maybe you shouldn’t date her.”
“Maybe I’ll feel something back,” I said. “She gave me her virginity. I couldn’t just say no. She’s my friend. I do love her, just not that way. Yet.”
We discussed my upcoming date with Wendy, debating what I should wear and where we should go. We had things narrowed down when we got off at her stop. We walked down the street to her house, still talking. Pita wanted me to wear a thong, but I just couldn’t with my futa-dick.
“I’ll pop out the moment I get hard,” I said, my cock throbbing at nearly my full girth, the tip peeking out the top of my waistband. I was glad I wasn’t tucking.
“I know,” Pita said. She darted up to her front door and whirled around on her porch to face me. “That’d be so hot. Then Wendy could find it while you’re in the theater. Give you a little BJ.”
“Oh, my god,” I groaned. “You got a pervy mind.”
Pita winked at me. She whirled around and opened the door. “Mom, I’m home. Jenny’s with me. She’s a futanari now!”
“Pita!” I groaned.
“She’s a what now?” Mrs. Asis asked. She peeked in from the kitchen wearing an apron over her sweatpants and t-shirt.
“A futanari,” said Pita. “She got that Syndrome yesterday. Wild, right? We’ll be studying and working on our project.”
“A futanari...” Mrs. Asis’s jaw dropped. She had the same golden-brown skin as her daughter, her curly-brown hair falling around a face dotted with flour. “You grew a... ?”
“Yep,” I said, my cheeks on fire. “Eh, we got a school project to work on. So, we’ll be studying.”
“Sure,” she said, sounding dazed. “Er, have fun.”
“It’s a school project for boring biology,” said Pita, rolling her eyes. “We have to give some dumb report on ants. It’s so stupid.”
Mrs. Asis didn’t have a followup.
We reached Pita’s room and shrugged out of our backpacks and dropped our purses on her bed. She had two chairs and we pulled both up at her white desk. It had pink flowers drown around the edges, painted by hand by her father when she was little. We spread out the books and she opened her iPad and docked her keyboard to it.
“Okay, let’s dive into ants,” she said. “They use pheromones to communicate. Is that why you turn on every girl at school?”
“What?” I gasped. “I don’t have pheromones. The doctors didn’t mention it.”
“It’s an urban legend,” she said. “Some say futanari turn on every woman they meet.”
“I don’t do that,” I muttered. “You’re just a freak into futa-porn and Wendy had a crush on me.”
“And Veronica or your secret lover or Principal Washington.”
“Veronica just got caught up in the excitement you spawned, my secret lover and I connected on an emotional level and making love was just natural, and Principal Washington is another freak that likes schoolgirls. I’m not the only one she’s enjoyed.”
“Kinky,” said Pita, squirming. She glanced down at me. “You’re hard. I could give you a quick BJ so we could work. You know, take care of my sex friend.”
Her words made me shiver. “Your mother...”
“Is cooking.” Pita’s eyes smoldered. “What do you say?”
I nodded my head, needing relief.
Pita grinned. She flipped up my skirt, her greedy hands reaching for my panties tented by my cock. The gray fabric stretched to constrain my girth. The tip pulsed with my heartbeat, precum leaking out against my stomach.
“What a beautiful thing,” Pita whispered. She stroked her finger up to the tip of my cock.
I groaned as she circled it. Her touch was exquisite. Pleasure shot down my cock to my pussy. My back arched. My breath quickened. This heat rippled through me. My head tossed from side to side. She smeared the precum across my crown.
“Pita,” I whimpered. “Hurry.”
“Right,” she said. She tugged on my panties and leaned over. Her head lowered—
KNOCK! KNOCK!
The door opened on the heels of those two quick raps. I squeaked and pita bolted upright. My skirt was bunched around my waist as Mrs. Asis bustled in with a tray that held a pitcher of iced tea, lemons floating amid the ice, and two glasses.
“I thought you girls needed some refreshment,” she said, a motherly smile on her face. She had wiped off the flour from her cheeks. She came to the desk.
I pushed down my skirt, hoping she wouldn’t notice the action. My cheeks burned. I sat so stiffly while Pita burst to her feet and rounded on her mother.
“¡Mamá!” Pita hissed. “You can’t just barge in here.”
“I knocked,” she said. “And why can’t I barge in here. I mean, you’re just studying, right.”
“Of course,” Pita said, her voice suddenly tight. “That’s all. We have this project we’re working on. It’s on ... on...
“Ants,” I supplied.
“Yes, ants,” Pita nodded. “See, we have books.”
Mrs. Asis set the tray down on the night table beside the desk. “That’s wonderful. And this tea will help. You need to be focused. I find that a nice glass of iced tea helps me focus. I want you two girls to do well. Especially you, Jenny. Don’t let Pita’s laziness drag you down.”
“I’m not lazy, Mom!”
“Oh, then you did all your chores over the weekend?” she asked.
“I’ll get to them,” Pita muttered. “Now get out so we can study. Out, out, out!”
“Okay, okay, honey,” Mrs. Asis said. She smiled at me. “See what I mean.”
I giggled until Pita shot me a look. Then I clamped my mouth shut.
Her mother strode out and I noticed how the tight skirt she wore swayed about her rear. She had a nice rump. Older women had their charm. My fantasy of my mother and Reverend August danced in my mind. They were both sexy, mature beauties. And so was Mrs. Greene, my teacher. Mrs. Asis was a riper version of Pita.
“She left the door open,” muttered Pita. She darted to it and closed it. “Can you believe her?”
“Yeah,” I said. “So rude.”
“Right?”
She flounced back to the desk and then glanced at the glasses. “Thirsty.”
I nodded.
She poured us each a glass and we sipped our tea. Neither of us mentioned how close we came to the blowjob. I knew I was a little skittish from our near miss. If Mrs. Asis had caught us ... I shivered, knowing she would be furious. Pita wasn’t allowed to have boys in her room with the door closed, and if her mother made the connection that we were up to naughty things, I had a feeling I’d be classified as “male-adjacent” or something.
I had a cock. Close enough.
We started putting our presentation together and sipping on the tea. There was a delicious scent in the air. It was a tart musk. My eyes widened as I realized just what it was that I was scenting. I squirmed.
That was Pita’s pussy. My own sweet musk was in the mix, but I was filtering that out. Realizing I was smelling her arousal had my cock aching and throbbing. I shifted in the seat and glanced at my friend. Her golden-brown cheeks were a little flushed.
“What?” she asked me.
“Horny still?” I asked.
“God, yes. Are you still hard?”
I nodded, my dick throbbing and aching. I glanced at the door. As that pressure built and built at the tip of my cock, it was harder and harder to be worried about Mrs. Asis. She’d dropped off the drinks. She thought we were studying. She wouldn’t come back.
I swallowed. “Could you...”
“Yep,” my friend moaned. “I’d love to. God, I am so wet. Could you finger me while I did it?”
“Yes!”
Our hands dove for each other’s crotches. My futa-dick was so hard, her thighs so soft, her fingers so silky. I slid up her legs as she went up mine. We pushed each other’s skirts up. I exposed more and more of her golden-brown thighs, my futa-dick throbbing and aching. I shuddered as her hand found my cock while I found her panty-clad pussy.
Her juices had soaked through her underwear. I smiled and rubbed up and down her. I teased her, making her shudder while she squeezed my cock through my panties. My cheeks burned in delight while her cream stained my fingers. I pushed harder, so eager for—
KNOCK! KNOCK!
The door flew open. “Now why is this closed?” Mrs. Asis asked as we ripped our hands from each other’s crotch. My shoulders hunched, embarrassment burning across her cheeks. “You shouldn’t have your door closed.”
“It’s Jenny, Mom,” Pita said. “What are you doing?”
“My tamales are finished,” she said and I could smell the spicy delight. I straightened and turned in my chair to see her holding a tray covered in the steaming treats. My mouth watered. My cock was so hard, pressing on my crotch. I must have a huge bulge, but...
“I love your tamales, Mrs. Asis!” I gasped.
“I know,” she said, smiling. “When Pita mentioned this morning that you were coming over, I thought I’d make some for you girls.”
“Mom!” hissed Pita. “We’re studying!”
“And you can’t do that on an empty stomach,” said Mrs. Asis. She glanced at me and smiled. “Right, Jenny?”
“Right!” I said, my dick still hard, but my stomach gave a hungry growl. They just smelled so good. She made these spicy ones with seasoned meat in them.
Mrs. Asis winked at me as she set down the tray on the edge of the desk. On my side. They were right there. I couldn’t help snagging one and gasping as it was still warm. I juggled it from hand to hand like a hot potato.
“Careful,” she said. “Let them cool a few minutes. I know, you just want to eat my treat, but you have to be patient.”
“I know,” I said, shuddering as I noticed how tight her sleeveless blouse was. It molded to her large breasts and had a scooping neckline. They were such succulent and beautiful tits. My futa-dick throbbed even harder than before, my pussy soaked with juices.
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