Futa Naked in School Ch. 10

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

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

My mother gave it to me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't be shy," Genevieve whispered.

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

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

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

"Her pussy."

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

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

"Ooh, yes," Genevieve moaned.

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

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

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

Sexy and powerful.

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

"I do, coach," the girl moaned, her body trembling.

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

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

Not a virgin, but an experienced girl.

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

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

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

My pussy clenched as I leaned closer. I could smell this amazing, spicy musk. Genevieve's juices filled my nose. It was 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 so much 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 wish I had volunteered," moaned Monica.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes!" she howled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We don't like that," Samantha said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was getting pussy.

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

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

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

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

"Uh-huh," Monica purred.

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

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

"I guess," I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest.

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

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

I couldn't.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It is, coach," moaned Genevieve. "Ooh, Johana, do you like my pussy?"

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

"Lucky," groaned Samantha.

"Yeah," whimpered Monica.

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

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

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

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

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

My tongue begged to lick her.

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

This was wrong. So wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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