Futa's Wild Passion Ch. 05

"Jenny!" Wendy gasped as I bathed my three friends' faces.

"Sorry," I groaned, the dual pleasure shooting through me as more and more jizz pumped out of me.

Rapture flowed from my cunt. Ecstasy fired from my girl-dick. The wonderful delights slammed into my mind. The pleasure had me dizzy. I shook my head, swaying. It was wonderful. Amazing. This was a bliss that had my mind reeling.

I groaned, my breasts rising and falling. The heat pumped through my veins. I licked my lips, struggling to gather my thoughts. I fired out a final blast of cum while Pita and Victoria lapped up the spunk on Wendy's cheeks.

"Oh, my god," I panted.

"You..." Wendy trembled. "You came so much."

"She did," moaned Pita. "Ooh, its good and..." The warning bell rang.

"Shit," Victoria moaned. I rarely heard her curse. "We have to get to class."

"We're covered in spunk," Wendy whimpered.

Pita took a long lick up her cheek. "Mmm, there's a little left."

Wendy shuddered. She licked her lips, gathering up more of the pearly spunk. She pulled her tongue into her mouth. "I'm sorry I panicked and got us all messy. It shocked me when she erupted. I thought it would taste bad."

"It tastes amazing," moaned Victoria. A look of frustration crossed her face and then she stood up. "Come on, we have to get cleaned up."

"Yeah, we can't get caught," Pita said.

Wendy gasped in realization.

I shoved my soft cock back into my panties. We had five minutes to clean up and get to our classes. Pita opened the door and peered out, my cum running down to her neck. She nodded and darted to the sink. She turned on the nearest one and splashed water on her face. The rest of us followed.

I didn't have any cum on my features, but I did have a sweaty face. I pulled out my makeup kit from my backpack. All of us were hurrying, touching up lipstick and our foundation, mopping up sweat and water from our faces. We didn't have much time.

We bolted out of there a minute later, all of us scattering to head towards our classes. Mine was math. I hated it. But it was also on the other end of the college. I was practically running, my backpack bouncing on my shoulders. I parted with Wendy as she darted up a set of stairs we passed.

I was alone. I rounded the corner, my math class at the end. A few stragglers grinned at me before heading to their classes. We'd all been there. My legs stretched out, my skirt rustling about my thighs. My breasts bounced and my futa-cock shifted.

I was almost to my class, feeling the impending bell sounding that would mean I was tardy, when out stepped Dean Washington. I squeaked as I slid to a stop before colliding with her. I breathed heavily as the Black woman arched an eyebrow at me.

The tardy bell rang.

"Dean... Washing... ton..." I panted, struggling to catch my breath. She couldn't know what just happened. "I... I..."

"We're almost late to class," she said with some amusement. She was a tall woman, wearing a flowery blouse that was unbuttoned to show off some of her ebony cleavage, a golden cross dangling down into the valley of her tits. The chain vanished beneath the decorative scarf she wore tied around her neck.

"Sorry," I said. "It's been... an interesting morning." I was catching my breath, my heart slowing down.

Her eyes flicked down. "I bet. Follow me."

I swallowed as she whirled around. I would have been on time if she hadn't stepped out of the classroom. My shoulders hunched as I hurried after her. She wore a dark pencil skirt, dark nylons vanishing beneath it. Her shoes were black flats, something comfortable to wear all day.

I swallowed as I noticed the curves to her rump. Was this what it was like for a boy? To get turned on by every woman they spotted. Did the sight of curvy rump, a nice pair of tits, or legs clad in nylons send a tingle racing to their cocks every time?

No wonder they were so horny.

My cheeks burned as I tried not to stare at her curving rump. My pussy had that hot itch. I just came, but I'd learned that I had stamina with my futa-dick. My cheeks burned as she led me to the college's main office.

Miss Larson, the secretary, looked up from her desk, her blue eyes landing on me behind her glasses. She had her blonde hair pulled back in a bun though her face had a youthful cast to it. Her plump lips pursed in speculation as I followed the dean on past the reception desk to a small hallway.

It led to a door. I hadn't been called to the dean's office ever.

How did she know what we did in the bathroom? Did someone hear us? Did Natalie realize what we were doing in there and hurry to Dean Washington to report us? My stomach squirmed. Mom would be pissed.

She said I could date girls, not screw them in the bathroom.

Dean Washington sat on the corner of her desk and smiled at me. It wasn't full of anger and the tension in my chest relaxed. "I spoke to your mother about your condition, and I just want you to know the college will give you any special consideration that you need."

"Oh," I said, smiling. "Thank you."

"So, you can use the restroom that you are most comfortable with. If that's embarrassing for you, the faculty restroom can be opened up to you. It's single occupancy."

"Oh, uh, the girl's restroom is fine," I said, blushing as I remembered the fun I had. "I, um, still have my urethra in its normal spot so I don't need a urinal or anything."

"Oh, well, you don't have to tell such intimate information, but..." the dean smiled at me, her eyes gleaming, "I'm free to hear about any problems you might have."

"Well, thanks," I said.

"And for PE, you can use the coach's private locker room for changing and showering," she said. "Coach Clarkson will give you privacy, of course, so you don't have to worry about anyone seeing your, uh, cock."

My cheeks burned more, my futa-dick twitching in my panties. "Thank you. I, uh, think that will be best. It might be a... distraction."

Dean Washington arched an eyebrow. She slipped off her desk, her breasts almost right before my eyes. They were large and looked so fetching with her gold cross nestled in her ebony cleavage. It was such an arresting sight.

"You like that?" she asked.

My cheeks burned. "I was just admiring your cross. You must go to church."

"Proud member of Holy Gospel Revival," she said. "Know it?"

"The, uh, Black church," I said, blushing. "I'm sorry, that didn't come out right."

"No, no, that's what it is." She took a step closer. "But that's not what you're looking at. I always have an eye out for students like you."

"Futas?" I asked.

Her hands grasped my shoulders. "Girls who like girls. I've had my eye on you for a while, Jenny, hoping you would blossom. I do love redheads, and now... You having that clit-dick makes this hotter."

Was she claiming she was a lesbian who seduced students? I glanced up at her and gasped as she kissed me hard.

I couldn't believe this was happening. This dizzying wave shot through me as she pushed me backward until she pressed me into the wall. The teacher's tongue thrust into my mouth. Her large tits rubbing into my chest, pressing on the top slopes of my own breasts. My futa-dick went hard in her panties.

It hurt.

My body responded to the teacher's kisses. I shuddered as the heat burst to life in my pussy. My cunt grew molten, my juices flowing out. They soaked my crotch. Her hands slid down my body as she kept me pinned to the wall by those boobs. Her touch went lower and lower. She reached my skirt.

Hiked it up.

I groaned as her hands darted up my skirt. She slid up my thighs. The dean kissed me with hunger. Her tongue danced in my mouth. I couldn't believe this was happening. Were futas really this hot?

My twin sisters didn't pounce on me. Neither did Mom, but maybe... Maybe it was lesbians who liked futas. Me. My mom wasn't gay and Allie's spying on Tara and Sara proved they weren't having an incestuous, lesbian love affair.

I manage to break the kiss, turning my head to the side. "Dean Washington! This isn't appro--" I squealed as she found my hard dick, squeezing me through my panties. "This isn't appropriate! I'm your student!"

"Mmm, you're just so sexy. Nineteen. My favorite age. Just budding into your sexuality, ready to be guided." She pulled back from me. "I specialize in molding girls your age. I have a special club. I think you're perfect for it, if..."

She grabbed her skirt and hiked them up, drawing the hem up her stockings. I groaned when they were revealed to be thigh-highs. Flashes of my mother's ivory thighs clad in similar nylons burned through my mind. My futa-dick throbbed. Dean Washington's skirt went higher and higher until she unveiled her crotch.

"Where are your panties?" I gasped as she sank down on the edge of her desk.

"Mmm, if you want to join my special club, come here and lick my pussy. Eat me out. I don't normally move this fast, but you have that cock. It's said to make futas horny." She shuddered. "Are you horny? Do you want to eat my pussy?"

I couldn't help the involuntary flick of my tongue across my lips.

"Yes, you are," she purred, running a finger up her shaved folds. She had thick pussy lips, her pink peeking out between her darker, outer folds. I shuddered. "Just come here and lick, then you'll get to meet the club. Find other girls who will love your girl-dick."

I already had that, but...

I stumbled towards her in a trance. That pussy was so beautiful. A mature pussy, not one belonging to a girl, but a woman. My virgin twat clenched. My tongue flicked across my lips as I reached the Black woman.

I placed my ivory hands on her knees and sank to the ground before her. She groaned as I leaned in and nuzzled into her dark folds. Her tangy musk filled my nose. It was such a heady scent, stronger than Allie's or Pita's twats.

Even my own.

It was the scent of a mature pussy. Did Mom's or Reverend August's taste as strong?

I licked at the dean's twat. She gasped, her large tits heaving over her head. She leaned back on her desk, her moans echoing through the room as I feasted on her. Her stocking-clad legs slid over my shoulders as she squeezed her thighs around my face, trapping me in place.

Not that I wanted to leave. I could stay here forever.

My tongue penetrated her twat. I fluttered up and down her slit, teasing her. Caressing her. She shuddered, her large breasts jiggling, wanting to escape her blouse. Her scarf rustled about her throat, and her crucifix's chain rustled. Her tangy juices coated my tongue.

Thick and wonderful.

I licked through her folds. I feasted on her, teased her. Loved her. She tasted incredible. A delight to love. My tongue darted through her thick folds. I fluttered up and down as I worshiped her. I groaned, her juices spilling over me.

"This isn't the first pussy you've eaten," she gasped. "Ooh, did you eat cunt before your change? Or since it?"

"Since," I whimpered.

"Mmm, wonderful," she gasped. "You have enthusiasm for it. You're going to be a world-class pussy licker. Oh, with my tutelage and the club, you're going to be swimming in so much cunt. Especially coed cunt."

"You're favorite?" I asked.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Ooh, yes, yes, I'm so excited. You're a futa. You have a clit-dick. Oh, Jenny, yes, yes, eat me."

She didn't care about being quiet. She let her passions echo through her office as I feasted on her. My tongue darted through her folds, gathering up her juices. I brushed her clit. She bucked. I flicked and fluttered against it.

My futa-dick throbbed in my panties. As I feasted on her, I reached down and hiked my skirt. I pushed and rolled and shoved my underwear down as I devoured her cunt. I thrust my tongue deep into the dean's tangy twat as I pulled out my futa-dick.

I moaned in relief at freeing my shaft

My tongue swirled around in her pussy. I danced through her folds, loving the fact I was pleasing her. It was the best. This wicked sensation surged through me. I groaned, my head shaking from side to side as all these naughty sensations surged through me. I couldn't believe this was happening. It was wild.

I was eating out the dean. She was violating the rules. The law!

"Jenny, yes!" she gasped, her thighs squeezing around me. My tongue marinated in her mature pussy. "Oh, that's it, you wonderful child. Ooh, I'm going to... to..."

Her body shook. Tangy juices flooded out of her. It bathed over my mouth. It coated my lips and chin. I gasped and lapped up her strong flavor. That wonderful, heady delight had my futa-dick throbbing. I feasted on the Black woman, lapping at her pink flesh.

"You're just perfect, Jenny!" she howled. "Oh, yes, yes, you're just amazing. Wonderful. Ooh, keep licking me. Just like that!"

I lapped at her. Feasted on her. She shuddered, her tits heaving. The tails of her decorative scarf fluttered. I grabbed my futa-dick and stroked it as my tongue plunged into her twat. I experienced her convulsing flesh, the proof of her climax.

"I have to fuck you," she moaned. Her thighs relaxed on the sides of my face, not holding me tight. Her juice still poured out. She was still cumming. "Stand up! I need to ride that big, White futa-dick! I haven't had a cock in a decade! I want yours! Your girl-cock!"

"Yes, Dean Washington!" I moaned and stood up.

My futa-dick bobbed before me, my skirt bunched around my waist, my panties around my knees. Dean Washington slipped off her desk and grabbed my shoulders. I gasped as she whirled me around and pressed back into the desk. I sat down it, my skirt a tangled mess beneath my rump.

She mounted me, thrusting her large tits into my face as she reached beneath her skirt to grab my dick. I moaned, nuzzling into her cleavage. I brushed her gold cross, kissing the symbol of our faith, as she brought the tip of my cock to her mature pussy. I felt her thick lips, not the tight slit of my little sister or Pita, against my dick.

What would it be like to have sex with other adults? Reverend August, my teacher Mrs. Greene, my neighbor Mrs. Carter, and even my mother.

"Dean Washington!" I gasped as her hot cunt slammed down my dick.

The lesbian's pussy gripped me. I leaned back on my elbows, my breasts rising and falling in my blouse and bra. Our clothes rustled as she shifted on me. She'd taken every inch of me. I groaned, loving the feel of her wrapped about my shaft. It was incredible. I whimpered, my futa-dick throbbing in her cunt.

She slid her pussy up my cock, this look of joy crossing her face. Her back arched. Her hands cupped her tits through her blouse, gold cross flashing between her ebony breasts. My futa-dick throbbed, squeezing in her cunt. Her silky flesh massaged me. She wasn't as tight as Allie or Pita, but she still felt incredible.

Her pussy slammed down my dick. She engulfed me to the hilt. I shuddered, my head swaying from side to side. This was incredible. My cock drank in the delight. I squirmed, knocking over a pencil cup. The contents rattled across the desk as the sexy woman rode me.

Her ebony face twisted with rapture as she groaned, "Oh, Jenny, yes, yes, the club is going to love you. This is better than a strap-on! A real cock attached to a hot girl!"

"Yes, yes!" I moaned, my head tossing back and forth. This was insane. I loved it.

My pussy clenched as she slid her twat up my dick, squeezing the entire way. The friction was incredible. It melted through me. It had my head shaking from side to side. This wonderful delight to experience. I groaned, my cunt drinking in the pleasure of her snatch.

Everything she did built and built that wonderful ache at the tip of my futa-dick. I don't know why I ever freaked out about having a cock. It was the best. Incredible. I smiled at the sexy, Black woman riding my big shaft.

"Yeah, you love my cunt, don't you," she purred. "Mmm, just enjoying some brown sugar. Yeah, you White girls love Black pussy."

"And you love White futa-cock!" I moaned.

"Ooh, look at you," she said, her hands squeezing my round tits through my blouse and bra. "Being bold. I love it."

I shuddered, her fingers massaging my nipples through my blouse and bra. I groaned, the pleasure surging through me. It was incredible. I whimpered, my head shaking from side to side as the bliss rippled through my body.

My cunt grew hotter and hotter as she worked her pussy up and down my shaft. Her cross bounced in her cleavage. Her breasts heaved. Her face twisted. She wiggled her hips, her pussy massaging my futa-dick.

"I'm going to cum in you!" I moaned. "May I?"

"Oh, yes!" gasped the dean. "You really ejaculate."

"Uh-huh!" I moaned.

She leaned over me. "Who have you fucked? One of your friends?"

I nodded, the pleasure racing through me. That was a safe lie. "We're sex friends now."

"Mmm, just sharing some skinship, huh?" she asked, her pussy squeezing around me. "Hot! Who is she? Should she join the club?"

"Maybe," I groaned, my body shaking. "Oh, Dean Washington, I can't take much more."

She squeezed her pussy as she sank down my cock. The silky friction made my dick's tip feel amazing. I gasped. The pressure in my twat swelled. My ovaries quivered. I came closer and closer to that explosive release. To firing my futa-cum into her pussy. To flooding her with blast after wonderful blast of my jizz.

I trembled on my elbows. Her fingers massaged my nipples through my blouse and bra. Those tingles added to the mighty delight building in me. Those last few drops raining on my impending climax were enough to let the floodwaters crest the dam.

I came.

"Dean Washington!" I howled as I exploded.

My cum fired out of my dick. Hot jizz pulsed out of me and flooded her twat. She gasped and slammed down me. Her pussy engulfed my cock to the hilt as the pleasure surged through me. Bliss fired from my shaft and washed out of my cunt.

"Yes, Jenny!" she moaned and joined me.

Her mature pussy writhed around my cock. She darted her head down and kissed me as her cunt massaged my futa-dick. My girl-cum spurted over and over in her, my own snatch convulsing. Juices gushed out, bathing my thighs as I trembled through my pleasure.

Her tongue danced with mine. I whimpered as we shared this wonderful moment. I bucked and trembled, the rapture and ecstasy carrying me to such wicked and wonderful heights of bliss. I screamed through them, hitting the dizzying edges of euphoria.

Then I crashed back down.

I panted as her pussy milked out the last of my cum. I stared up at her as she shuddered, a big smile on her plump lips. She trembled and then she climbed off of me. I gasped as her pussy popped off my dick. My softening shaft smacked into my bunched up skirt.

"Mmm, yes, you are perfect for the club," she said. She walked around her desk while I panted, coming off my orgasmic high. She opened a drawer. I heard something rattle. "Here is the key to the faculty restroom. Use it to clean yourself up then return to class."

"Yes, Dean Washington," I panted, taking the key from her.

After I adjusted my clothing, I left her working at her computer. I shuddered at the naughty delights that just happened. I staggered out into the hallway, her pussy juices staining my face. The tangy scent filled my nose.

As I passed Miss Larson, the secretary said, "Enjoy your class."

"Thanks," I said.

"I can't wait for the club meeting."

I shivered at the heat in her words. I had no idea there was anything like this going on at my college. This day was getting crazy, and my first class wasn't even over. What else was going to happen to me?

To be continued...