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Johana Jordan’s Week, Friday
Since Tuesday—when I had witnessed my mother masturbate as Samantha Herbert took my cherry and fucked me with her futa-cock—my life had been in turmoil. My mother taught at my high school where I was selected to attend the week naked. This was my last day of being in the Program, then I could go back to being clothed and put this disorienting week behind me.
I could forget about my incestuous lust for my mother.
It didn’t matter to me that laws were passed that made it legal for consenting family members to love each other, legalizing incest. I grew up thinking it was wrong. I should lust for girls, or even futas, my own age. I should be thrilled that every girl in school seemed to want to have sex with me. With the word being spread that I was a futa who could make a girl cum, they were all eager to have their pussies licked or even fucked by me.
I threw myself into it. I asked for relief at the start of every class. Sometimes not even getting off, just eating a girl’s pussy while trying not to think about how amazing my mother’s twat had tasted when she discreetly set on my face during Monday’s lesson. Other times, I would fuck the girls. Monica was a regular. She sought me out. If she passed me in the halls between classes, she would stroke my girl-cock and finger my pussy. Twice, she’d pulled me into the girl’s room and made us both late to class. During lunch the day before I didn’t get a chance to eat because she and Araceli cornered me.
I even had some fun with the futas.
After Samantha and I demonstrated futa-on-futa love for my mother’s health class, much to her masturbatory delight, I had grown a taste for it. On Wednesday, I hoped that I would like it enough to avoid lusting for my mother. I let Poise Ramsey, a lesbian futa, have her way with me several times.
I even fucked her. Futa-pussy felt a little different from a girl’s. I couldn’t quite explain why. Maybe it was her futa-cock pressing into my belly as I drove into her, or the way she splattered our tits with cum when she came.
The one thing I hadn’t done was go to my mother’s health class. The last two days, I had skipped it, hiding out in the bathroom watching porn on my phone and masturbating. I tried not to watch the Mother/futa-daughter porn that was cropping out on the internet since incest was legalized. My poor clit-dick was raw by the time school was out.
I avoided going home as long as possible. I headed to Monica’s house and ate dinner with her family. Her parents didn’t care that I was fucking their daughter. They thought we were dating or something. Last night, I went to Poise’s home. Her parents were equally as accepting.
I slipped home as late as possible and went straight to bed. The next morning, I would be out the door and heading to class before Mom could talk to me.
I think she understood that she went too far with me. She didn’t seem to be pushing it.
“You should have gone to health class yesterday,” Samantha said, coming up beside me. She hadn’t brought up us having sex once. It was like she was pretending it hadn’t happened. That we hadn’t sucked each other’s girl-dicks and swallowed each other’s futa-cum. “Your mom taught lesbian sex. Genevieve and Adile demonstrated it. So hot.”
I shrugged.
“Yeah, probably too busy getting pussy left and right,” Samantha said. “I wish I was in the Program. I would get so much...” Her words trailed off. “Oh, hey, Rosario.”
Rosario Todaro, dark-brown hair framing her beautiful face, folded her arms and arched an eyebrow. She came to a stop a few feet before us. “If you want to go out with me again, then you better not be talking about fucking every girl you can.”
“Just joking around with Johana,” said Samantha, sidling up to the Hispanic girl. “You know, futa stuff. She’s the one getting all the pussy.”
“So I’ve heard,” Rosario said, her eyes growing smoky as she glanced at me. “I hear you perform.”
“I perform, too,” said Samantha, sliding her arm around Rosario’s waist. “I can prove it. Right now.”
“Oh?” Rosario arched her eyebrow. “I don’t have much time before I need to get to class. Like you do.”
“Enough time for me to eat you to an orgasm,” Samantha said, her voice firm. It was like she had to prove something. “Okay. I’ll make you cum hard. I know how, too.”
Rosario smiled then nodded. She pulled Samantha towards the futas’ restroom.
“Johana!” Genevieve said. The cheerleader darted up to me, dressed in her normal clothes and not her outfit. She grabbed my cock. “Ooh, you have to come to health class. It’s going to be your last chance to demonstrate for the class before you’re out of the Program. I hope me and you can have more fun. I bet your mom wants to teach anal.”
A hot thrill shot through me as I pictured sliding my girl-dick into my mom’s class. My dick throbbed in Genevieve’s grip.
“It’s just weird with my mom watching,” I muttered. “I’m sure Samantha will love to demonstrate it.”
“But it would be more fun with you,” Genevieve said, stroking me. “Mmm, I wish we had a few more minutes, I would practice with you.” The cheerleader leaned in. “I have lube in my back pocket.”
I groaned as the warning bell rang. I was going to need to ask for relief right away in my first-period class. My auburn hair swayed about my shoulders as Genevieve gave my futa-dick one last stroke before she darted away.
Pussy juices soaked my bush. I felt them trickling down my thighs as I headed to class. Anal sex with my mother ... That was so hot. So tempting. I trembled, shuddering. I could have such a wild time with her but...
No.
Be strong. This was the last day.
I burst into my first class, English. Miss Rustici, a tall woman with long fingernails, looked up at me, blinking brown eyes. “Oh, Johana, I assume you are in need of relief?”
“She’s hard enough for it,” said Michelle Deveruex, the futa flashing me a grin.
“Yes,” I moaned. “I need a volunteer to fuck!”
Five girls hands shot up, their eyes all quivering as they stared at me. I chose the nearest, Madeleine Dyer, a brunette cutie wearing a halter top and a pair of skinny jeans. Her round breasts jiggled as she hopped to her feet, her eyes bright. She unsnapped her jeans, wiggling her hips back and forth as she worked them off.
The Program was turning our school into a wild place. Sex was becoming so common. Society was changing so fast. Was that really a good thing? I wanted to think about it, but it was so hard as Madeleine shoved down her jeans. Her pink thong vanished between the peachy cheeks of her rump.
I was on her in a flash. I ripped her thong to the side, exposing her shaved pussy. Her lips gleamed with cream. A tart musk filled my nose. I breathed it in, my heart pounding in my chest. It was an intoxicating scent.
An inviting sight.
“Fuck me, Johana!” the girl moaned. “Monica says you’re the best fuck in our class!”
“So does Genevieve!” moaned Ursella Prescott, a cute girl.
I lined up my cock at her tight slit. She looked like a virgin. I thrust against her and groaned as I felt her hymen for a brief second. She was a virgin, and yet she was so eager to be fucked. Her back arched and then she groaned as her cherry popped.
“Johana,” she moaned, sounding like such a slut even though I was the first futa to fuck her.
What was the Program doing to our school? This was crazy. I was frozen there, buried to the hilt in Madeleine’s deflowered cunt. I swayed, all the students looking at me. I felt my teacher’s eyes on my back as this fourteen-year-old girl’s deflowered twat gripped me.
“Ooh, fuck me, Johana,” she moaned. “I’m so ready for it. Ever since you fucked Claire yesterday in class, I ... I ... Just pound me!”
Was it so bad if she was willing? If it made us both feel good? I didn’t know where love fit in with such rampant lust, with all the sex I’d been getting this week. I groaned as I drew back my hips, thoughts of my mother flitting through my mind.
Maybe I didn’t need love if I had delicious passion.
I slammed my futa-dick deep into Madeleine’s tight cunt. She gasped. My small breasts jiggled before me and my auburn hair danced about my face. She gripped the edge of her desk, rocking back into me as I thrust hard and deep into her.
The tight grip of her pussy felt incredible about me. I groaned with every thrust, loving her pants and moans. Futas and girls stared at me, envy in their eyes. I shuddered, my back arching. My hair swayed about my face.
“Madeleine!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, Madeleine, you feel incredible!”
“So do you!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes! Your cock is filling me up, Johana! This is the best! I’ve been masturbating all year imagining relieving a futa! Everyone’s watching me! I’m helping you!”
“Such a naughty helper!” I gasped, staring down at her peachy ass. It was so perky and delicious.
So spankable.
Smack.
I gave her a light slap, nothing hard. She groaned and squeezed her pussy around me. Ursella fanned her face as she watched nearby. Michelle squirmed in her seat, her hand reaching beneath her desk to adjust her futa-cock. I reveled in it. I didn’t need love or my mother. I could just enjoy myself with eager girls.
I gave her another light spank, loving the feel of her rump beneath my hand as I drove into her. A soft blush crossed her perky butt-cheek. I groaned, my ovaries growing tighter and tighter with each thrust into her depths.
With each plunge into her juicy twat, my dick ached more and more. Her deflowered pussy brought me closer and closer to the edge of erupting. I gripped her sides, my hands brushing the bottom hem of her halter top.
“Johana!” she moaned. “Oh, Johana, yes, yes! I’m so close. Please don’t stop. I want to cum on your cock.”
“Make her cum,” Ursella moaned.
“Yeah,” Michelle panted, her arm moving like she was jerking herself off.
“Your such a futa-champ, Johana,” Claire Nowell moaned.
“Things sure are different,” muttered the teacher. “You have two minutes.”
I thrust harder, faster. I pounded Madeleine. I wanted her to explode around my girl-cock. I plunged into her as she wiggled across her desk, her brown hair swaying about her tossing head. She bucked back into me, thrusting that curvy rump at my crotch.
Her blushing butt-cheeks rippled from the smacking impact of my crotch. My breasts quivered. My dusky nipples thrust so hard before me. I whimpered, my pussy clenching, the pressure building and building at the tip of my girl-dick.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “I’m almost there. Madeleine!”
“Johana!” she squealed as I buried into her.
“One minute,” the teacher warned.
“Cum on her girl-dick, Madeleine!” Ursella whimpered, her blue eyes so bright.
“Yes!” the deflowered girl moaned as her pussy rippled about my cock.
I groaned at the hot feel of her pussy spasming around my shaft. The writhing delight sucked at my thrusting girl-dick. My twat clenched as I rammed into her. My back arched as my crotch smacked into her bubbly rump.
I exploded.
“Johana!” she squealed as my cum basted her once-virgin flesh.
“Yes, yes, Madeleine!” I moaned as the pleasure slammed through my mind. The rapture surged through me. My heart pounded in my chest. The ecstasy rippled through me. Powerful jolts of bliss shocked through me.
She purred in delight. Her pussy writhed about me. Milked me. I groaned, swaying. This was incredible. My pussy convulsed as my girl-cum fired into her. My mind drank in the dual delights. Juices dribbled down my thighs.
“Time,” said the teacher. “Looks like you finished her off, Johana.”
“Yes, she did!” groaned Madeleine. “Oh, Miss Rustici, I need to use the restroom real quick.”
“Fine, fine, get yourself cleaned up. The rest of you, let’s get started, and Michelle, stop jerking off beneath the table. You had your chance to get off.”
I sank down into my desk, panting. My clit-dick softened, coated in Madeleine’s cum. My mind drifted through the haze of my orgasm. My mother’s face burned in my thoughts. I squeezed my eyes shut then focused on the lesson.
Just had to get through today.
I focused on getting relief. Second period, I sucked April Gore’s clit-dick while she sucked mine, the kicker of our football team making me cum hard. We gulped down each other’s salty cum while the girls all cooed in delight and snapped photos, practicing their photography. Well, that was the point of the class.
Third period, I ate out Audie Marlowe on the bleachers while everyone ran laps. She forgave me for ejaculating prematurely in her face on Monday.
Fourth period, I enjoyed Monica’s tight twat riding my dick, her skirt rustling around my waist, hiding her pussy while I enjoyed every second of it.
Firth Period, I ate Araceli out while fisting my futa-dick. She coated my faces in her juices and begged me to show up to Health Class with her.
I had to refuse.
I headed to the girl’s bathroom at the far end of the west wing of the school. It was a lonely part of the school with a few art classes in session during sixth period, providing a safe place to watch porn for the hour. I had a jaunt to my step. I was almost in the clear.
I rounded the corner and almost walked into Principal McTaggart. I smiled at her. “Afternoon.” “We need to talk, Ms. Jordan,” she said, her words taut.
“Um...” I said, my stomach squirming. I shifted, my backpack suddenly feeling heavy on my naked shoulders.
“How has your health class been?” the principal asked, her normally bubbly and excitable demeanor vanished.
“Um ... fine.”
“Fine?” She arched a fiery eyebrow. Her green eyes blazed. “Just fine?”
I nodded, my cheeks burning.
“If it was just fine, then why haven’t you gone for the last two days?” she asked. Her eyes looked around. “And this isn’t the way to the science department, now is it?”
“No, Principal McTaggart,” I said, my stomach almost falling out of me.
“Walk with me,” she said and marched ahead.
I didn’t even consider flight. I had always been a good futa. I followed the rules. I had never played hooky from a school in my life. Never would have dreamed of skipping classes, not even one taught by my mother. If it wasn’t for these desires for my mother, for the frightening way she made my heart pattered faster, for the incestuous longing to touch her, stroke her...
Do things to her...
My futa-dick twitched and my pussy itched as I remembered her hand pumping up and down my shaft on Monday. I flicked my tongue over my lips, almost tasting her tangy passion instead of the lingering traces of Araceli sweet pussy. My bare feet padded on the floor as my backpack felt heavier had heavier. The halls were growing more and more empty, but the few students still rushing to class only glanced at me then hurried on.
They knew I was in trouble.
Just before the period was about to start, we reached the health class. Principal McTaggart opened the door, ushering me inside. I slinked in, feeling everyone’s eyes on me. Monica and Genevieve both straightened and smiled at me while Samantha sank down lower into her desk, her cheeks blushing.
Krysten was the first one to gasp.
A stillness rippled across the classroom as Principal McTaggart closed the door behind us. My mother rose from her desk, a wariness about her face. She wore a short, tight, dark-purple skirt and a flowery blouse that seemed to be wrapped about her torso. It was held shut by buttons on her left side. It had a V-neckline, showing off her round breasts to their fullest. Her fiery hair tumbled down to her shoulder.
“Principal McTaggart?” my mother asked. “What are you doing here?”
“Bringing your truant futa-daughter to class,” she said. “I heard a rumor she hadn’t been showing up.”
I noticed Michelle squirming in her seat and looking the other way.
“Yes,” my mother said slowly. “But that’s fine. She’s just—”
“She’s in the Program. She needs to participate.” The principal’s voice was stern. “Since she wasn’t, she needs to be punished. Molly, I need you to spank her.”
My mother’s jaw dropped. Her eyes flicked to me. A shiver ran through my body. I hadn’t been spanked by mother since I was a little kid. My rump clenched and my futa-dick swelled a little harder, the hot itch building in my pussy.
“Me, Birdie?” my mother asked.
“You’re her teacher,” the principal said. “You should have reported her missing a class the first time. The Program’s rules must be followed. Now, you can administer it bare-handed or with a ruler. Your choice. Twenty spankings since she missed two periods.”
“Okay.” My mother beckoned to me. “Bare-handed.”
“And don’t go easy on her,” the principal added, looming behind me. “I’m watching. If I don’t feel she’s been disciplined...”
“She will be,” My mother said.
I felt everyone’s eyes on me. It was strangely arousing like with the other lessons. My futa-cock twitched harder and harder. Monica and Araceli whispered to each other while Michelle watched with a guilty flush. Naked Krysten, her leash held in her hand, quivered in the back as she craned her head to see.
Then my mom’s hand touched my arm.
I gasped. An electric jolt shot through me. I caught her eyes, seeing this strange depth in them. This look of almost dazed lust burned across her face. Her fingers felt amazing on me as she pulled me close. Her breasts rose and fell. She licked her lips as she stopped me right before the desk.
What was going through her mind? What drove her to sit her pussy on my face, or give me a handjob?
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “For everything. I went too far. I just...” She swallowed. “We’ll talk later.”
I nodded and bent down over the desk. I pressed my aching nipples into the smooth surface. I lost my virginities on the desk. Both of them. I fucked my first girl and was fucked by my first futa. I even ate my first pussy.
My mother’s left hand pressed onto my lower back while her right lingered on my rump. She gave my butt-cheek a squeeze and my dick throbbed. My pussy ached, the juices flowing. I felt all those eyes on me, watching, squirming.
I remembered spanking Madeleine in first period. Did my mom think I have a spankable ass? Her hand drew away. I tensed, bracing for the pain. Everyone in the class drew in a breath. The room became silent. Then there was a rushing sound and—
SMACK!
Pain flared across my right butt-cheek. The first spank landed hard. My futa-dick twitched,
brushing the front of my desk. Someone groaned in sympathy as the heat melted down into my pussy. I blinked and felt my mom’s hand shifting on my lower back, her fingers stroking me.
SMACK!
The second one fell hard. I groaned, the pain flaring. It hurt, but it felt so naughty. My heart thundered in my chest. Ragged breaths came from my mother while her fingers caressed my back. Her other hand cocked back again.
CRACK!
She landed lower, right where my butt-cheek met my thigh. It hurt more. My futa-dick twitched. My pussy drank in the sting. Juices trickled down my shaft, racing for my tip. I groaned as the heat rippled through my ass and reached my cunt.
SMACK!
The fourth spank arched my back.
SMACK!
I whimpered with the fifth spank, the ache swelling at the tip of my cock.
CRACK!
Another low blow, her fingers smacking the back of my thigh. I shuddered, my nipples rubbing into the table.
SMACK!
“Mom!” I gasped with the seventh, my ass burning. “I’m sorry, Mom!”
“Shh, it’s okay. You were just being a bad futa.” Her voice sounded throaty. Aroused. “Mommy’s going to straighten you out.
SMACK!
I gasped, and groaned, squirming on her desk. My nipples throbbed harder. My dick twitched. Pressure built at the tip. Somehow, I was rising towards an orgasm from the pain alone. It was insane.
SMACK!
It was like pain was linked to pleasure.
SMACK!
That the two fuzzed and blurred together.
SMACK!
The line between rapture and agony wasn’t neat, but porous, allowing one to permeate the other. They bled from rapture to pain, from agony to ecstasy.
SMACK!
Especially when someone special did the spanking.
“Mom!” I gasped, shuddering from my twelfth spank. “I ... I...”
SMACK!
“I was scared of my feelings!” These words spilled out of the depth of my soul. “Feelings for you!”
CRACK!
The blow landed on my lower thigh again. Pain flared up to my pussy, melting my passion. My dick twitched and throbbed. It was incredible. My gasps choked off my words.
SMACK!
“It’s why I stayed away,” I panted, squirming. “Because ... because ... I felt so ashamed that I could have feelings for you. You’re my mother.”
SMACK!
“I know society thinks it’s okay for us, but ... I was hung up on the old ways. I tried to ignore my desires for you.”
SMACK!
Tamera
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