The Newest Generation Pt. 04

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Why can't we all just get along?
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Part 4 of the 5 part series

Updated 06/10/2023
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Hey everyone,

So firstly. I fucked up... Yeah...

Somehow, I don't know how I've ended up with a bunch of names used by multiple people. On top of that, I mixed up a few names between chapters 1 and two. I don't know how I managed it (must have been really tired and brain farted). But I can't have this much going on or I'll get everyone confused. So... We're gonna do some changes and I'm writing it all down here. I do apologize for this and I may or may not go back and revise the first three chapters. Regardless, if I release this series as a book, the changes will be in place from the first chapter.

So, this isn't everyone, but these are the main characters so far.

Amber Verde: Main character. Owner of 10-inch cock. No changes

Grace Verde: Amber's Mother.

Charles Verde: Amber's Father.

Jane Harvey: Amber's mate. Petite yet fierce kickboxer. No changes.

Ben Harvey: Jane's Father.

Mary Harvey: Ben's wife.

Helen and Margaret O'teele: Formerly Grace and Margaret. Councilor and her receptionist at Amber and Jane's school.

Mrs. Doris (Thornside): Margaret's estranged twin sister

Maria Quint: Amber's fellow, artistic futa with 6-inch cock. Formerly Mary.

Greg Bramble: Partner to Nancy

Nancy Boon: Partner to Greg

Maggie: Owner of 'The Den' bathhouse

Dave: Security at 'The Den'

Samantha Herkle: Mysterious woman from 'the organization' who now teaches gym.

Dean (Dropkick) Doyle: Amber's cheating, poon hound ex-boyfriend

With that. Please enjoy the story. I'll try and make sure I don't screw up any more names.

... Chapter Nine...

The feeling of something slippery, wet and warm sliding over my cock was the first sensation of the day. Stretching my arms and legs, I felt the speed of my lovely cock sleeve pause a moment.

"Good morning," Jane said softly as she pressed her lips into my own.

"Mmmm," I sighed into her soft kiss.

As Jane pulled away, I opened my eyes and stared at the sight of my living wet dream. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her perky titse bouncing softly as she smiled down at me.

"I woke up, you were hard. I'm only human," Jane said with a smile.

"A human I love very much," I smiled.

At my words, Jane shivered a moment, before collapsing on me again. This time we kissed firmly as Jane ground her clit into my pubic bone. It only took a moment for the familiar clenching of her tunnel to wring out my own orgasm. We held one another as we came and continued to hold one another until a gentle knock on the door told us we needed to get up.

I pouted slightly as Jane slid herself off my still hard cock. But I followed that perfect ass right into the bathroom... As Jane said... I'm only human... Once wet, we kept the shenanigans to a minimum, but that didn't stop a few exploratory touches as I scrubbed Jane's back. Nor did it stop a few firm tugs as she scrubbed my front. But soon enough, we were clean and ready to go. Slipping into a familiar blouse and skirt, I sucked on my lip, watching Jane's ass slip into a pair of skin tight jeans. With those on, she darted into my wardrobe and picked out a nice button up shirt to compliment. Now we were dressed, I needed to pack some clothes before, heading downstairs where mum and dad were eating breakfast.

"Morning girls," mum said, serving up a couple plates with toast.

I couldn't help but notice the schoolgirl grin on her face. "What's got you in a good mood?" I asked, smirking as she blushed.

"Nothing dear," she said quickly. "After everything that's happened over the last few days, I feel like a new woman."

"Got laid," Jane mumbled softly, but not soft enough for mum to shoot her a glare as I coughed to poorly hide my laughter.

Toast in hand, we decided to leave for school before mum could devise some sort of revenge. So with a pair of hurried kisses, Jane and I darted out to her car. Climbing in, we both giggled in unison, thankful we weren't coming straight home again. Mum could be a saint one moment, and a ruthless monster the next. With all the talk of sex, her walking in on us and now Jane calling her out on it. Well... Let's just say, there was probably some kind of revenge coming.

"I wonder if Maria will be okay today," Jane said, pulling out of the driveway.

I frowned for a moment, before shrugging. "She's kinda cute."

Jane giggled and shot me a glance as we merged into the morning traffic. "She is kinda cute, isn't she?" I didn't respond out loud, but my silent agreement spurned her on. "Wanna walk about it?"

Dean flashed through my head. Tall, athletic, good looking and while he was useless with it, he had a nice looking cock. Which I'd need if ever I wanted to have children of my own one day. "How am I gonna have kids?" I sighed, "I've got a bigger dick than most guys. So either I'm looking for one with a kink, or that one in a million that understands that I'm not looking for a relationship..."

"... Or?"

"Or I find a nice futa we can pair off with. I can't wait to have kids with you Jane. But I want to experience motherhood as well, and I don't know if a man will fit our lifestyle."

Jane just nodded as she maneuvered the car into the school parking lot. She kept silent right until we pulled up and she switched off the engine. "Define lifestyle?"

I looked at her. Her expression was blank. There wasn't any sign of ulterior suggestions or motives. She just wanted to hear me talk from the heart. So... "Lifestyle. You, me, at least two kids. White picket fence. Independent and strong. But seeing you yesterday with Maria... At first I felt almost... Almost jealous. But... At the same time it was so hot seeing you with her. Part of me thought about all the things we could do together. And while most of them could be done with a man... I don't think I want to see you with a man. Some little sissy would turn me off, but a big dominant dude putting his hands on you... That just doesn't sound like something I'd enjoy seeing at all."

Jane's expression was thoughtful as I spoke. "So, let me get this straight. You want the classic family lifestyle. But you want to occasionally get our freak on with other futa, and when we find one we like, we see if she'll knock you up?" I just nodded and bit my lip. "That sounds reasonable."

My eyes snapped to hers wondering if I'd gotten myself worked up for nothing. "Really?"

Jane just smiled, "I told you. Different world, different rules. Besides, if you got near a regular person, they might be susceptible to your hormones. Futa aren't affected, and their partners wouldn't be either."

I just nodded dumbly as we got out of the car. Jane had in fact said that she'd be okay with me bringing in the occasional third wheel. But hearing her spell it out like this was something else. She really was okay with maybe having Maria, or someone else join in on our fun. And one day, they could make me a mommy... Maybe we could be mommies together... Aaaaand I'm hard again.

"Come on, we'll get you sorted out before first period," Jane winked, holding out her hand.

Taking her soft fingers in my own, we headed for the entrance. There was only one thing standing in our way.

"I call bullshit," Dean said loudly.

"Fuck off, Dean," Jane snapped, steering me around him.

Moving to block us, he kept going. "I've had your hot little ass before. I don't believe for a second you're a futa. Being a dyke I could believe. But growing a dick this late? Not likely."

My face reddened as Jane's fingers tightened in my own. "Not gonna warn you again Dean, fuck off, or I promise you'll regret it," Jane growled.

"And even if she did, could it be as good as the real thing?" Dean, wriggled his eyebrows in a way he probably thought was suggestive. If not for the fact they were attached to a self centred man child with the sexual stamina of a forty year old virgin in his first titty bar.

"Sure it can. She doesn't call me her mother's name and squeak like a piglet when she orgasms. Unlike some people she told me about," Jane said loud enough for a few snickers of laughter to float around the nearest people attracted to the drama.

Dean's face twisted into a fit of rage, "listen here you fucking-"

"Mr Doyle!" A sharp voice cut him off.

Turning, there was Samantha, dressed in a polo shirt and a pair of conservative shorts. She definitely looked like the gym teacher she was temporarily replacing. "Who are you?" Dean grumbled, staring at her as she approached.

"You may call me Coach Herkle. But we can get better acquainted after school during your detention." Samantha, AKA Coach Herkle said cooly.

"Detention?" Dean snapped, "did you hear what she said to me?"

"In regards to you sexually harassing two female students, yes, I heard you both clearly. Hence our meeting this afternoon. But, he does have a point ladies. I'll need you both to see Helen about your creative use of language. It may have been justified, but you should have walked away rather than egg him on."

Jane and I tried to keep a straight face as we quietly muttered, "yes Coach."

"Very well, after you ladies. My Doyle, I'll be phoning your parents so they know to expect you late this evening."

***

"You didn't!" Helen burst into laughter.

Jane and I had just finished telling her what Jane had said to Dean this morning. It was the period before lunch and Helen had a cancellation so she slotted in our 'guidance counselling,' early, rather than having us first thing in the following morning.

KNOCK KNOCK

Helen quickly brought herself under control. Straightening herself out, she shot us a small smile. "Come in," she called.

The door swung open, revealing a slightly sweaty Samantha.

"Really Helen? You're supposed to be trying to determine if these two need anger management. Instead I can hear you laughing in the hallway!"

"Do you two know each other?" I asked.

Helen shrugged, "work for the organisation long enough, you end up in enough roles you meet just about everyone. Until recently, Samatha here was the area liaison, just about every futa has dealt with her over the last decade. Though I admit, I'm a little miffed she thinks so lowly of me to assume I wasn't doing my job."

Samantha sagged a little, "I... Fuck... Yeah, I deserved that. Sorry."

"Apology accepted," Helen smiled. "For your satisfaction though, Dean has been a long time instigator of trouble for these ladies. Considering three counts of assaults, turned self-defence cases filed in the local station for Jane, who registered as a weapon last year. I know exactly where their mindset lies. Dean is a fool to continue to force these petty confrontations. Amber here hasn't been in a physical fight since Chloe Goodman pulled her hair in the second grade and Jane, if she'd gotten angry, would have hospitalised him."

Samantha just nodded along, "So..."

"So Margaret would love to have you round for dinner tonight, if she hadn't asked you already."

"I... Um..."

"You didn't even stop to say hi?" Helen feigned shock.

Samantha stood there a moment, before sighing. "Y'know, this kind of emotional blackmail, was what you should have subjected these pair to." Without a backward glance, she spun and left the room.

"Bell's about to go for lunch. You girls better get going before the fun police out there decide to push the issue," Helen said.

"Thanks for being cool," Jane said as we stood up.

Helen just smiled, "Samantha's cool. But she's got politics to deal with. We'll be at The Den tonight, if you wanna find out yourself."

I blushed thinking of these beautiful women naked in the beautiful bathhouse. It was one thing seeing a few strangers. But people you actually knew?

"We'll see. This is the first night back with my dad since Amber's change," Jane smiled. "Next time, maybe."

With a nervous smile, I swallowed the lump in my throat and said goodbye as we left. Outside was a very grumpy looking Margaret, with an equally sorry looking Samantha. Leaving her to her misery, Jane and I headed for the special purpose rooms. After all, a futa and her mate had needs. So with a smile and a slight skip to our step, we headed quickly to the non-descript door. Pulling my own key, I let Jane into the hallway and closed the door behind us. Lucky for us, the first room was unoccupied and we quickly slipped inside.

With the soft click of the door lock, I turned and immediately grabbed Jane. She moaned softly into my mouth as I kissed her firmly. And like that, we decided we didn't even need the chair. Right then and there, we went to the floor. Jane, with her legs in the air, wriggling out of her jeans as I slipped my cock out of it's sock. I barely had my lace underwear down to my thighs as Jane's panty clad pussy came into view.

"Fuck," I moaned. Leaning down, I simply pulled them aside before running my tongue between her labia. Her jeans, still around her knees, making it impossible for her to stop my invasion of her most delicate place. "Here, hold these," I said sharply, pushing Jane's knees to her chest. And like the good little cock sleeve she called herself, she wrapped her arms around them and held herself folded in half like a sexy pretzel.

Diving right into her mound, I found her clitoris and firmly ran my tongue around it. A second later, my fingers found her entrance and curled towards her g-spot. The trembling of her legs told me I was doing something right.

"Amber, stop!" Jane gasped.

"MMM! MMMMM!" I hummed in disagreement.

"AMBER!" Jane screeched.

It took me a bare moment to realise what was happening. The warm, slightly sweet fluid that filled my mouth was certainly a surprise. But once I realised what it was, I couldn't help but double down, swallowing her sweet juices as the woman I loved, squirted on my face. As her legs shook and her hips bucked, I ripped my fingers free, to the sound of a long moan. Only to sit up and replace them with my hard as iron, ten-inch cock. The gasp that escaped her mouth was second only to the sudden slap of her hands on the floor. Her fingernails dug into the floor as I sawed my length in and out of her obscenely stretched pussy.

"FUCK!" Jane screamed as she came again.

The tight clenching of her tunnel was the secret to my own orgasm. The tugging, pulsing sensation over my cock, immediately had me firing my seed deep inside her. All the while, she shook and bucked her hips up into me as she slammed through her own orgasm. But as she came down, the small contractions softened, but only long enough for her smile to break through her exhaustion.

"I'm not gonna be able to walk straight by the time I see dad this afternoon," she giggled softly.

I frowned a little, "I'm sorry, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Jane just smiled a smile that melted my heart. "No sweetie. But I'm going to roll over, and you're going to fuck me from behind, just as hard as you just were, k." I just grinned as my cock started hardening inside her again... Nobody fucks with Jane.

After our lunch time exchange of bodily fluid... Nah... Who am I kidding... After our lunch time fuck session, we showered and headed out to get something to eat. Closing the door behind us, we came face to face with Maria and Dale Jones, one of the meat heads that play on the football team.

"Oh, hi Maria," I smiled nervously.

"Huh, didn't think those rumours were true. Kinda hot," Dale grinned.

"Dale, we're supposed to be professional," Jane said firmly. Dale just closed his mouth. He looked kinda pissed, but didn't say anything further.

"Umm... This room free?" Maria asked, gesturing to the room we just left.

"Yeah... we cleaned up, best we could, but you might want to let it air a few," Jane said with a small smile.

Maria just blushed slightly, and stepped past and into the room. Dale followed a step behind her. I turned my questioning gaze to Jane and she shrugged her shoulders. "He's compatible, passed the test and does his job."

I looked at the closed door and couldn't help my gut feeling. "Is... Is he at least any good?"

Jane just giggled softly, "nobody's complained about his technique," Jane said simply, before her expression got dark. "But there have been a few complaints."

"Like what?" I asked as we headed out of the hall and towards the cafeteria.

Jane just shrugged, "few minor things, here and there. He was the one who outed that girl earlier this year. What was her name?"

"Marissa," I offered, remembering the incident.

"Yeah, that. When her social circle collapsed, she left school. Not sure what happened to her, but that was his first offence. He does that again, he's out completely."

"What else?"

"Not sure," Jane frowned. "I know they've happened, but they won't share details as that would 'out' people."

I nodded, thinking about the tall, dumb, jock. Part of me wanted to go back and see if Maria was okay. But surely the threats of the organisation would keep him from doing anything too stupid. After all, this was a fast track to a cushy lifestyle. Who'd want to fuck this up?

...Chapter Ten... 30,200

"Fucking, bitch..." Dean muttered, storming out of Coach Herkle's office.

She'd spent about twenty minutes grilling him on sexual harassment, followed by what felt like an interrogation into his past. So what if he'd fucked... Whatever her name was, after Amber. It wasn't like he was going to turn down a drunk girl who clearly wanted it. Like his dad always said. Chaste women didn't drink and any real woman wouldn't complain about their place in life. As for Amber's supposed coming out with a cock, he'd done his research. If it were true, it would be all over the news by now. The oldest girl to go through the change was fourteen. So what if she was lezzing out with that other bitch Jane. She, he could picture being a lezzo, but Amber just needed a good straightening out. Maybe he could convince her to meet up and push the issue a bit.

With a snarl, Dean collected his belongings from his locker and headed for the parking lot. This was his other source of shame. The older Mercedes his dad used to own. Dean had wanted a new car, but his dad expected him to make do with this hunk of crap. It wasn't the oldest car compared to what his friends drove, but it wasn't the nicest either.

"Excuse me, young man?"

Turning around, was the definition of MILF. She was a little shorter than he was. The slight wrinkling on her face gave her a sophisticated look. But the tit's in her tight shirt made Dean sure she looked far younger naked.

"Hi," Dean smiled, turning on the charm. "Can I help you with anything?"

The woman smiled, "I certainly hope so. Do you know two... Two girls, Jane and Amber?"

Dean's foul mood slipped back into place. But he tried to hide it with a cough and a scratch of his nose. "Sure, everyone knows them."

The woman just smiled... It was an odd smile. One that made Dean pause. "What can you tell me about them? Are they close? Where do they go after school?"

Dean frowned slightly. It wouldn't be hard to find that sort of information. Not that he couldn't answer most of that right now... But... "Why do you wanna know?"

"BECAUSE THAT BITCH HAS MY DAUGHTER!" The woman snapped, before suddenly covering her mouth and lowering her eyes.

And like that, the pieces fit, making Dean smile. "I didn't know Jane's mother was such an attractive woman," he said, dripping with charm.

Mary blushed furiously, "thank you. Would... Would you like to get coffee so we can talk?"

"I'd love too," Dean smiled, offering his arm.

***

"Roll your hips, Amber," Ben said, demonstrating his kick. "You're not trying to hit the bag with your leg. You're trying to push your leg through the bag with your entire body mass. If you weigh one-hundred pounds, you need to drive one-hundred pounds into whatever you're trying to hit. "