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218. FNIS Teacher's Taboo Futa Pet

Teacher's Taboo Futa Pet Chapter One: Johana's Shocking Futa Lesson

Futa Naked In School

Teacher's Taboo Futa Pet

Chapter One: Johana's Shocking Futa Lesson

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Female, Teen hermaphrodite/Female/Teen female, Exhibitionism, School, Oral Sex, Handjob, Virgin, Voyeurism, Public Sex, Incest, Teacher

Description: TA naughty teacher uses her naked futa-daughter in her wild lesson!

Description: Johana is punished for skipping her mother's class. Will fiery sparks explode with incestuous passion?

Description: Johana demonstrates futa-on-futa love in her mother's next lesson!

Johana Jordan's Week, Monday

The entire student body of Rogers High School 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 high school. "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 Public decency laws were repealed—you could go naked or even fuck in public—and the age of consent laws were lowered to fourteen, and incest was made legal. It made me uncomfortable. It didn't feel right to commit incest. The rest of the school 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," Principal 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," Principal 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 teenagers 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 teacher could use you as teaching aid only during a lesson. Anything the teacher 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-teachers 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 teachers made their naked futa-students very happy.

"Okay, let's get drawing," said Principal 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 school 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," Principal 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 school 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. Principal 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 middle school. My bullies weren't here.

I took a deep breath as I reached Principal 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," Principal 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 in school 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 teacher. "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 fourteen-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 fourteen-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. Fourteen. 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, teenage 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 teenager 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…

Teacher's Taboo Futa Pet Chapter Two: Johana's Naughty Futa Demonstration

Futa Naked In School

Teacher's Taboo Futa Pet

Chapter Two: Johana's Naughty Futa Demonstration

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen hermaphrodite, Female Masturbation, Teen female masturbation, Teen hermaphrodite female, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Public, Incest, Oral Sex, Virgin

Description: Johana is punished for skipping her mother's class. Will fiery sparks explode with incestuous passion?

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 High School. 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 fourteen, 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 school 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 school. 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 school 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.

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

"Sorry, Principal 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 principal 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 at school. 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 school'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 teacher 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 teacher. "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 teacher 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 teachers at school. 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 school."

"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 school?" 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…

Teacher's Taboo Futa Pet Chapter Three: Johana's Taboo Punishment

Futa Naked In School

Teacher's Taboo Futa Pet

Chapter Three: Johana's Taboo Punishment

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodite/Female, Female Masturbation, Teen Female Masturbation, Teen hermaphrodite Masturbation, Incest, Spanking, BDSM, Domination/submission, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Public, Teacher, School, Virgin, Anal Sex, Rimming

Description: Johana demonstrates futa-on-futa love in her mother's next lesson!

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!

"I tried to bury it with meaningless sex. I fucked every girl and futa I could."

SMACK!"

"But I always thought about you, Mom! I… I… I want you! I want to eat your pussy again!"

SMACK!

I could feel the breathless silence in the room. Everyone was watching me bare my soul to my mother. My ass burned after nineteen spankings. Tears spilled out of my eyes. The pressure at the tip of my cock was incredible. My pussy clenched, the agony bleeding into an ecstasy that fed the heat in my ovaries.

My cum boiled.

"What are you saying," my mother groaned.

I could see it clearly. The shame I felt wasn't because what we were doing was incest, but because she was my deceased futa-mother's wife. I was taking Futa-Mom's place by loving my mother. It was so clear to me. But Futa-Mom would want her to be happy.

Us to be happy.

"That I want you, Mom!" I moaned. "That I… That I love you."

A gasp burst from one of the girls. Then sighing awe.

"I love you, Mom, and I'm sorry for skipping your classes and avoiding you, I was just so ashamed that I was… was… betraying Futa-Mom. I tried to convince myself it was wrong. I lied to myself that it was only that we were committing incest. But I thought about you with every girl and futa I fucked this week. I wanted it to be you. It was so hot when you set on my face while Genevieve rode me. I loved watching you masturbate while Samantha fucked me. Now… now… I love you!"

SMACK!

The final spanking landed not on my ass or my upper thighs, but on my pussy.

It was partially cushioned by my bush, but my labia felt it. The pain burst through my delicate folds. This amazing rapture that shot pleasure down to the tip of my girl-cock. My back arched, my auburn hair dancing around my face as the agony of the twentieth and final spanking slammed into my swelling orgasm.

I exploded.

My girl-cock erupted. My hot cum fired out the tip of my clit-dick. My pussy convulsed. As my jizz splattered the front of my mom's desk, my cream gushed down my thighs and shaft. I quivered on the desk, stars exploding across my vision.

It was incredible.

Intense.

I drowned in the pain-fueled ecstasy. I moaned out in wordless delight. My pussy convulsed, aching to be filled by something. My futa-cock spurted a final time, wasting my girl-spunk on the side of the desk. I trembled, my ass burning.

My orgasm peaked.

I died into gasping, panting shuddering bliss.

The silence held the classroom. I could hear my mother's breathing and the shift of chairs. Desks creaked. Clothing rustled. Everyone was staring at me. They heard my confession. My feelings for my mother. My teacher.

It went against the rules for teachers to have relationships with their students. Only during the Program, and only as part of lessons, could a teacher do anything to a student. I swallowed, trembling, realizing this was our only chance to have each other.

Once this period ended, my time in the Program was over. We'd have to wait until I graduated or she quit.

I tensed, realizing I wasted the last few days with my pointless guilt and shame. My cheeks burned as much as my ass. I felt so terrible. I could hear her panting. Her breath ragged. Then she cleared her throat.

"Aftercare," Mom said, her clothing rustling. "Aftercare is important in BDSM. If you and your partner go down this road, you have to make sure that if you're the dominant that you make sure your submissive is okay. That you soothe her hurts."

"Aftercare?" Principal McTaggart asked.

"Yes," my mother said. "If you love the futa you disciplined, you have to take care of her after spanking her. I'm giving a lesson, Principal McTaggart. My futa-daughter is enrolled in the Program."

"Of course," the principal said. "Teach away. I'll just… observe."

I lifted my tear-stained face from the desk and peered over my shoulder at my mother. She had her wrap-like blouse open, her round breasts constrained in a purple bra. She shrugged out of her top, her tits heaving.

My heart beat faster as I watched her strip. There were twenty other people watching us, futas and girls that I had fucked mixed in with them, and yet there was only my mother. Her fiery hair fell around her flushed face. Her green eyes held this wild passion in them.

She felt the same thing I did. This same attraction. How long had it grown in her? How long had she wanted to act on her desires, to touch my fourteen-year-old body and love me the way a woman loved her futa?

Did she finally seize her chance only to think that she'd ruined it when I'd acted so strange? I wanted to apologize to her. To fall to my knees and eat her pussy out in apology for what I had done to her. I didn't want to make her feel terrible.

She unhooked her bra, her eyes locked on me. She shrugged the purple straps off her shoulder. Her breasts rose and fell, her cheeks flushed and burning. She licked her lips as her bra cups slipped away, revealing her lush breasts.

They weren't as perky or firm as the high school girls and futas I'd been enjoying, but they were still lovely. They still had a delicious shape and a wonderful sway. They were the breasts of a woman, mature and lovely. Her dusky nipples thrust hard before her, begging to be loved.

"Mom," I groaned, loving the sight of my mother's tits.

"Mmm, Johana, you are just such a delicious thing. Mommy's going to take care of you. You're forgiven."

I shuddered, my eyes widened. Those simple words. I nodded my head. "Thank you. I… I won't ever skip class again. or…" I swallowed. "Or pretend I don't desire you. Don't love you."

Her smile grew as she slid her hands down her toned stomach, her daily workout paying off. She reached her short skirt. Her hands slid around it and found the clasp on the side. She unfastened it then a short zipper rasped.

"Damn," Samantha moaned in the background as my mother's skirt dropped revealing she was without panties.

"Forget something when getting dressed, Molly?" the principal asked.

"No," my mother said. "Never liked them."

"Your mom is awesome," said Monica. "Oh, Johana, I'm so jealous, but… but… I get it."

"Hell, yeah," said Samantha. "You're lucky."

"Quiet," admonished the principal. "Let Miss Jordan teach her lesson."

"Mmm, so you need to love your futa," said Mom as she leaned over me. "If you've spanked her ass, then you should kiss all over butt-cheeks."

Her silky hair brushed my bringing rump. I groaned at the soft caress. My pussy clenched and my futa-dick throbbed. I wiggled more, my heart racing as the pleasure surged over me. I bit my lip, wanting to moan out in wild need.

Her lips brushed my ass.

"Mom!" I gasped.

"Yes, yes, you want to kiss her butt-cheeks." Smooch. "And lick her everywhere."

My mother kissed and smooched over my rump. Her tongue licked out, cooling my ass. Everywhere her lips touched sent soothing delight through me. I relaxed, the pain fading as she moved around my right butt-cheek, her touch fleeting, teasing.

I wiggled and groaned, my dick throbbing. Pussy juices dribbled down my shaft. My nipples ached as her lips crossed my butt-crack and smooched along my left asscheek. Her tongue flicked around one stinging spot.

"Just take away all her hurt and show her how much you love her," purred my mother. This incestuous thrill shot through me. It felt so right.

Her tongue licked across my butt-cheeks, soothing it all away. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. Wetter and wetter. Her right hand stroked up and down my thigh. She brushed through the trickles of cream leaking out of me.

She traced one up. I quivered, my cunt clenching as this tingle raced up my thigh ahead of her touch. My breath quickened, my nipples throbbing against the desk. I whimpered, wiggling back and forth as she went higher and higher.

Then she brushed my pussy folds.

I gasped as the rapture surged out of me. I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut. This wild heat rushed through me. I panted, my nipples throbbing. I swallowed as she stroked up and down my labia, from my cock's base up to my taint.

"Mmm, stroke your futa's pussy while you do this," Mom said. "And even lick her asshole. She'll like that."

Chairs shifted. Clothing rustled behind us as my mother pressed her face between the cheeks of my rump. I groaned in delight as her tongue darted over my asshole. She teased me. Her caresses were wicked. They made me tremble. My hips wiggled back and forth as she rimmed my asshole and stroked my pussy.

Then my mother thrust her fingers into my incestuous depths. She filled me with her passion. I groaned, my pussy clamping down on her digits. This wicked heat rippled through me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Yes, yes, Mom!" I panted. "Oh, Mom, you're making me feel so good."

"See how relaxed she is," purred Mom. "Mmm, she loves it when I lick her asshole."

"I had no idea futas like that, too," Genevieve said.

Adile giggled. "Yes, you do like it, don't you?"

"Hush," said Principal McTaggart, her voice strained. "No talking but… but… masturbate if you have to."

Clothing rustled loudly now. I didn't care as I heard panting breaths from my classmates. I had my mother's tongue rimming my asshole and her fingers plundering my pussy. My girl-cock twitched and throbbed. My toes curled as this wonderful heat rippled through my body.

I loved it. I drank it in. The pleasure rippled through me. I smiled in delight. This was such an incredible treat to enjoy. A wonderful, wicked passion. My body shook, my cunt squeezing down on the fingers reaming in my cunt.

"Mom!" I moaned, hearing my classmates masturbating as they watched. "Oh, Mom, you're making me feel so good."

"Even wiggle your tongue into her asshole," Mom continued. "That's a wonderful thing to do when fingering your futa's pussy."

"Or for a girl?" asked Samantha. "Is that something you should do, too?"

"For Rosario?" asked Araceli.

"Yes, yes, do this on a girl, too!" Mom moaned and then thrust her tongue into my asshole.

My anal ring parted for my mother's tongue. She wiggled it around inside my bowels. It was so different. My toes curled at the wicked delight of it. I groaned, my heart racing as she feasted on me, her fingers plunging in and out of my cunt.

I groaned out in pure rapture, the pain in my ass almost all forgotten. My heart hammered in my chest. The delight pumped through my veins as my mother thrust her two digits faster and faster in and out of my pussy. My bowels savored her tongue's stroking delights.

"That's incredible," I groaned. "Oh, Mom, yes. Yes!"

Incestuous delight shot through me. My cock throbbed. I was so hard. My tip ached. Pussy juices gathered on the tip, beading there. They tickled my cock's tip as I squirmed. My butt-cheeks clenched about her face, tripping her as she feasted on my asshole.

Her fingers thrust faster and faster into me. She plunged her tongue in and out of my asshole while I moaned and gasped. My back arched. My nipples drank in the smooth feel of the desk. My orgasm built and built.

"Mom, Mom, please, stop!" I gasped.

"What?" she moaned, pulling her head away, something like trepidation in her voice.

"I'm going to cum! I don't want to waste this load. I want to cum in your pussy!" I shuddered. "I want to flood the pussy that birthed me with my futa-seed!"

"That's beautiful," whimpered Monica. "Do it, Miss Jordan, make love to your futa-daughter."

"Yes, yes, this is so hot!" groaned Adile.

"Incest is amazing!"

"Continue your lesson, Molly!" panted the principal. Was she jerking off her cock, too?

"When your futa is ready, and your pussy is dripping for her cock, she's ready," moaned my mother as she rose. She ripped her fingers out of my twat. "You make love to her in whatever way you prefer. Missionary, cowgirl, doggy style, bent over a desk, pinned against the wall, spooning, or even peg her with hour favorite strap-on."

I shuddered at that.

"I'm going to make love to my futa-daughter," my mother said. "Incest is a beautiful thing."

"Yes!" I moaned in agreement.

I rolled over to face her, a gorgeous woman flushed with her arousal. My ass ached against the cool caress of the desk. I didn't care; my eyes locked on her. She sucked my pussy juices off her finger as she mounted the desk. Her lovely breasts heaved while my eyes flicked down to her flat stomach to her fiery bush.

Her curls glistened with her juices. I remembered the tangy flavor from Monday.

She wanted me. She burned with the same incestuous passion that had my clit-dick hard and throbbing. She straddled me. My hands went to her breasts, grasping those plump mounds I nursed from as a baby. She grasped my girl-cock.

I shuddered as she raised me up towards her fiery bush. Towards the pussy that had birthed me. My mother wanted me. I groaned as she pressed the pink crown of my cock into her silky pubic hair. Her juicy curls brushed me.

Then I felt the wet heat of her incestuous hole.

"Johana," she whimpered.

"Mom," I groaned as she wiggled her hips, sliding her labia around my cock, sending delight rippling down my shaft.

My cunt clenched in anticipation.

Then my mother impaled herself down my girl-dick. I gasped as she swallowed my girl-cock. I groaned, my back arching. The pleasure rippled through me as she engulfed every inch of my futa-dick. I throbbed in her, savoring this wicked moment. I squeezed her breasts as I groaned in delight.

"Johana, yes, yes, yes!" she moaned, her pussy clenching around me.

To my shock, she orgasmed.

It was like the taboo thrill of engulfing her futa-daughter's clit-dick set her off. An incestuous thrill that detonated her climax. Her pussy convulsed around my cock. I groaned at the silky writhe. I shuddered on the table, my heart screaming through my chest.

"Johana!" she gasped, her back arching, her breasts jiggling in my grip.

I heard the students and the principal panting and moaning. They were pleasing themselves, watching us share in this taboo delight. I didn't care. I focused on this wonderful moment of my mother's pussy spasming around my girl-dick.

Then she rose up me. She lifted her convulsing twat up my cock. It was incredible to feel. The best pussy I'd been in all week. Better than Monica's or Genevieve's. Better than deflowering Madeleine's virgin twat.

This was my mother's pussy. The woman whom I loved.

She slammed her pussy down me, her flesh rippling around me. I groaned as her breasts shook. I gripped them, my small titties quivering. Mom rotated her hips, stirring her pussy around my girl-dick while her fiery bush pressed into my darker-auburn pubic hair.

"Mom!" I groaned. "Oh, damn, Mom."

"I know!" she gasped as she rose again, her pussy sliding up my cock, gripping me in spasming heaven. "Oh, goddess, I know. You're incredible. So thick and hard. Oh, yes, yes!"

She slammed back down me. She took my cock to the hilt. I groaned, my back arching. My futa-dick throbbed and ached in her cunt. The pleasure spilled around me. I whimpered, my toes curling. My heart pounded in my chest.

Her hips swiveled from side to side. She worked that wonderful, delicious, amazing pussy up and down my girl-dick. I groaned, my toes curling. It was such a treat to experience. A delight to enjoy. I never wanted this to end. I wanted this passion to burn through me for all eternity.

Her twat rode up and down my girl-dick, spasming, convulsing, teasing me. My hands kneaded her breasts as I loved every moment of it. I stared into her green eyes, saw the love shining down at me. My sexy mother smiled at me, her hands stroking up my sides.

She cupped my little titties.

"Mom! Mom!" I groaned. "I love you."

She leaned over farther, her hands squeezing my A cups. Her thumbs swept over my nipples, sending delight shooting down to my clit-dick buried in her pussy. I gripped her breasts, her nubs rubbing into my palms.

"I love you, too," she purred. "Johana… My darling futa-daughter. I carried you in my womb. I made you. You're perfect."

A surge of passion washed through me. My hands shot from her breasts to cup her face. I pulled her down, pressing her tits into mine. Our nipples kissed as our lips devoured each other. I tasted the sour musk of my asshole. The naughty flavor enhanced our kiss.

With a groan, I rolled us over. I had to be on top.

She squealed into the kiss as I drove my clit-dick into her juicy pussy. I fucked her the way a futa should fuck her woman. Her sexy mother. Incestuous passion rushed through me. This wild, wanton drive propelled my hips, my cock burying into her juicy depths again and again.

She moaned and gasped. She shuddered on me. I buried into her over and over. Her fingers grabbed my fiery rump. She squeezed me. Kneaded me. I kissed her with such passion as she dug her digits into my asshole.

The pain sweetened it.

As did her squeals.

She came again on my clit-dick.

My mother's incestuous flesh writhed about me. Her pussy spasmed around me, massaging me as I plunged into her hard and fast. The ache built and built at the tip of my girl-dick. That need to erupt into her swelled.

I was so close. I would explode into her. Our tongues dueled together. I plunged my tongue into her. I reveled in this wicked delight. My heart pounded so fast. My hips buried into her again and again. Her pussy gripped me.

That delicious twat held me.

I kissed her with so much passion. My tongue danced through her mouth as we loved each other. Pants and moans echoed around us. Girls and futas cried out in their own ecstasy as my orgasm built and built, my mother's pussy bringing me closer and closer to my eruption.

I broke the kiss, staring into her eyes.

"Do it," she whimpered. "Cum in me, Johana. I love you."

"I love you, Mom!" I gasped and buried my cock into her twat.

My futa-seed erupted into her.

I spasmed atop her. I shuddered as her convulsing pussy milked my cock. I moaned out in incestuous delight as I spilled blast after blast of my girl-cum into her. My twat spasmed. Waves of rapture and jolts of ecstasy filled my body with bliss.

My mind melted.

"I'm not on the shot," my mother whispered into my ear. "Give me another baby."

"Mom!" I gasped, my orgasm intensifying.

My futa-cum fired out of my clit-dick with powerful eruptions. The ecstasy slammed into my mind. My pussy convulsed harder. Waves of rapture washed through my body as I trembled atop her. If this was the only time we could make love until I graduated in four years, then we would make the most of it.

I kissed her hard as her pussy writhed about me. She milked out my incestuous girl-seed. She drained my ovaries as she quivered beneath me. Our breasts rubbed together as I hurtled towards that amazing peak of pleasure.

I reached the plateau of ecstasy. I shared it with my mother.

Then I crashed into reality. I panted and groaned, squirming on my mother, my cock softening in her pussy's juicy embrace. She had such a huge grin on her lips. I kissed her again, loving her, wanting to make the most of our lesson.

What fleeting time we had together.

"That was a fascinating lesson," Principal McTaggart said, her voice sounding throaty. She had definitely cum. "Just once her time in the Program is up, Molly, remember you're a teacher at this school. At home, well, what you two do…" She shrugged, smiling.

The class whooped and hollered. They were so excited as I stared into my mother's eyes, hoping I bred her. She smiled at me. There was such joy in her eyes. This wasn't over. We didn't have to give each other up.

"You grew up into such a beautiful futa," she whispered, her pussy squeezing around my half-hard cock. "Just like your futa-mother. You're so much like her. I love you, Johana."

"I love you, too, Mom," I groaned and kissed her again. Our tongues danced together.

Hot, wanton, wild sex with random girls was fun. It was amazing, but there was something special about making love to the woman you loved. She might be my mother. She might have birthed me. She might be twice my age. None of that mattered. She was my lover.

My sexy, beautiful, gorgeous mother. I didn't have to be ashamed of my desires. That was the old way of thinking. This was the new future. One where consenting, mature humans could do what they wanted. Love whom they wanted.

Make babies with whom they wanted.

I was so glad I was chosen for the Program. It had changed my life. It had given me something amazing. My breasts quivered against my mother as our kiss deepened. The sounds faded as the bell rang.

Class was over, but I didn't care. What my mother and I had would last far, far longer.

I couldn't wait to meet our child. Girl or futa, she would be loved.

To be continued in the next Naked in School Tale…