The Newest Generation

I snapped my attention up, seeing her. I'd never met the guidance counselor before, but I'd seen her a few times. She liked people to call her by her first name, Grace. "Here," I said lamely, holding up my hand.

Her eyes fixed on me for a moment, before her eyes looked me up and down. A small frown floated across her expression as she glanced at Mrs Doris, before she waved for me to follow. Without a word, I went after her quick steps. Her office was just down the hall. It was separate from the administration office and a smiling young woman worked as her own receptionist. Heading inside, she held the door open as I came in, locking it behind her.

"Please take a seat," she said quickly.

I just groaned and headed for the chair. "I'm sorry, can we reschedule, I'm really not feeling well."

"Tell me how you feel," she asked quickly.

I thought about it a moment, wondering if I should tell her about my situation. "I'm... Distracted, I can't concentrate and... I'm in a bit of pain in a sensitive area."

"Was Doris correct in the message that you went through the change into being a futa last night?" Grace asked.

I grimaced and nodded my head, "yeah, I... I don't know if what I'm feeling is normal, it hurts."

"Have you seen a volunteer today?"

That made me frown, "volunteer?"

"I should give that old bitch a piece of my mind!" Grace snarled. "Amber, I need you to take a seat. You need to get taken care of first, then we'll go over a few things so you understand what's going on."

I nodded and took a seat, groaning as my pants applied pressure to my swollen cock.

"I need to give you a shot," Grace said, opening a drawer and taking out a small pouch.

"What?" I squeaked.

"Please Amber, it's a contraceptive, specifically designed for futa's," she continued.

I thought about it a moment, before nodding my go ahead. Grace extracted a small, pre-filled syringe. I eyed it momentarily, but decided it was for the best regardless. I was on the pill already and I knew the importance of good contraceptives. Grace came around to my side and frowned.

"I need you to roll up the sleeve," she instructed me.

With a nod, I moved to do so, but the bulk of the hoody got in the way. So without thinking, I quickly slipped it off and dumped it on the floor beside me. Only to realise I had just exposed my purple, throbbing, ten-inch cock, to the guidance counselor. It was so hard, I could see veins pulsing with my heartbeat and I died a little inside from the whole situation. As I contemplated my existence, I barely felt the small jab in my arm. But I did hear as Grace pressed a button on the intercom on her desk and said.

"Code blue, we have a code blue." I frowned at her, but she just shrugged. "I didn't come up with it, the codes are set by the organisation."

I had no idea what she was talking about, and didn't care to ask at this stage. I just sat there, imagining myself sinking into a hole in the floor.

"Don't worry Amber, we'll get you sorted out," she said kindly.

A moment later, there was a firm knock on the door. Grace stepped past and unlocked the door to greet whoever was on the other side.

"Code blue, I was the closest volunteer on hand."

"Excellent, thank you, I'll give you your privacy."

I barely heard the door closed through my sheer terror of the situation... I recognised that voice.

"Amber?!" Jane said suddenly.

I... I just couldn't handle the situation. I couldn't let my best friend see me like this. I had no idea what was going on, but between the pain of my cock, my embarrassment of the situation and my hoody out of arm's reach, I froze up. I started hyperventilating as Jane dragged the chair around to face her. I just stared at a patch of floor between her legs that was still visible.

"Oh, Amber..." She said softly. I felt her hand cup my chin and force me to look in her eyes. Those big beautiful eyes... That held no spite, no ridicule, no horror, just the same bright happiness I'd always seen when she'd looked at me. "We'll talk about this after, but for now, let's get you more comfortable."

Before I could react, I died. That's... The only real explanation I had... My best friend in the whole world... The woman I loved... Who I'd accepted would only ever see me as a friend... And her tongue was in my mouth. I managed a single groan, before she pulled away. My eyes snapping open, I was about to scream, before I saw Jane slip off her shirt. A moment later, her sports bra followed and I found myself ogling her chest. Those two perfect orbs, begged for touching.

"Can't have you messing up my clothes, I don't have a spare set on me," she said softly.

Before I could ask her to explain, her lips pressed against mine. As I drifted into the darkness of my mind, where I could try to rationalise this whole situation, I felt her soft hand enclose the head of my cock. The suddenness of it made me jump and I broke our kiss.

"Just relax," Jane said.

She brought our lips together again, as her other hand pushed down my pants. I would have complained, but the moment my cock was free, she started rubbing it's length with both hands. I couldn't help the groan that escaped from my lips. Nor could I help the massive climax that shot through me. As my cock pulsed, ropes of sticky white cum shot out all over Jane's perfect chest. Some even got under her chin. But the whole time I came, she continued to gently stroke and milk out as much as she could. Only withdrawing her tongue as the last few drops were milked free of my cock. Then it all hit me like a tonne of bricks. I'd just had the greatest orgasm of my life, to my literal spank bank, in the guidance counselor's office.

"Now, is that a little better?" Jane asked. I just nodded dumbly. Jane smiled and wiped up a drip of my cum that was running down her neck with her finger. I watched in shock as she raised her hand to her mouth and licked it off. Before she froze and looked back at me. The look in her eye was nothing compared to the small throb my still hard cock gave.

In a flash, Jane was between my knees, her lips wrapped around the head of my cock and her left hand rubbing the shaft. I choked back a squeal as my vision clouded. But the feeling of two fingers sliding up inside me was even more unexpected. The sharp gasp as they curled up into my g-spot broke my silence.

"Jane!" I squealed.

That only drove her on. Jane bobbed her head over the tip of my cock. The thickness, making it difficult to get any further into her mouth, even as she swirled her tongue over every available patch of skin. But she'd have time to practice in the future... Where the fuck did THAT thought come from? My trail of thought was again derailed as her grip added a twisting motion and a third finger plunged inside my sopping pussy.

"Jane, please, I'm gonna cum!" I squealed, expecting her to stop.

But that just spurred her onward. The sucktion of her mouth increased, as did her tempo. And in no time at all I screamed out my second orgasm, shooting my second load directly into my best friends mouth. Jane's reaction was only to moan in delight as she swallowed down every last drop. I on the other hand, let out a wailing screech as I shot through my second orgasm. And as everything started coming down, Jane stood and undid her jeans. In one motion, she pushed them to the floor along with her pink panties and Jane settled herself on my lap. Taking my cock in her hand, she raised herself up and positioned it at her opening. The look in her eye told me she wanted me and I pulled her head down to kiss me, right as she.

"STOP!" We both flinched, the head of my cock only just inside her labia. "Jesus christ, volunteers are supposed to be professional!" We both turned to look at Grace, frowning at the pair of us. And then, her expression shifted. "No... You lucky little bitch..." Grace just sighed and turned her back on us. "Get dressed, we have a few things to discuss."

Turning to look at Jane, I gave her a quick peck on the lips, earning me a smile, before she climbed off. I was first dressed as I just had to pull my pants back up. Jane on the other hand was completely naked. But she had her jeans back on soon enough, only to remember she was still covered in my cum. Grace must have peeked to check out progress because she called out, "Top left draw, there's wet wipes."

With a nervous, "thank you," I checked the draw she mentioned and found the wipes. Pulling a few out I handed a couple to Jane and started helping her clean up. Though I did notice once or twice she wiped a bit up with her fingers and licked them. But once Jane was cleaned and dressed, she stood by nervously as Grace turned around.

"I... I should go," Jane said nervously.

"No, you should definitely stay. If I'm not mistaken, you should be here," Grace stopped her.

It was a good thing she did, because I really wanted her here.

So Jane made her way over to me and took the seat beside my own. The moment she sat, I reached out and she took my hand. But she still looked very nervous.

"I'm sure you're aware you just violated your volunteer contract," Grace said evenly. I felt Jane flinch before she nodded slowly.

"At this stage, you have two options. Either we drop you from the program and your future as a futa specialist is gone forever," Jane's hand clenched over mine as she heard those words. "Or you sign up as an exclusivity volunteer."

I had no idea what Grace was talking about, but Jane's whole demeanour changed in an instant. "I... I won't be dropped?"

"Not if you sign up as exclusive, no. In fact, you'll be guaranteed a scholarship."

I was completely unprepared for Jane to burst into tears. Spinning around to pull her into a hug, I was taken by surprise when she firmly kissed me instead. As quickly as it came, she pulled away, smiling at me. I was so confused...

"Now, the only thing I need in advance, is a blowjob like you gave Amber," Grace continued.

I watched in horror as Grace stood up, showing us the telltale sign of a futa cock bulging in her pants. And in a flash, I was standing between them. "Fuck no!" I snapped.

Before I could launch into an angry tirade, Grace smiled and sat down. "I'm sorry, I just had to be sure from both perspectives."

I just gaped for a moment before a firm, "what?" came out.

"I was lying, not about the scholarship," she quickly corrected. "Usually a futa has years to prepare for this. I think this is the fastest match on record, I'll certainly be submitting it regardless." I'd gone from confusion, to possessive anger, back to confusion in a matter of moments. So I just sat down again and held Jane's hand. "Alright, short version. We'll want a few blood samples and stuff for research. You can refuse, but they'd be appreciated, especially as you're so old to have gone through the change.

"Being a futa has its advantages. You won't get sick as often. Cancer basically isn't a concern and the hormones in your sperm are addictive to a small portion of the human population. Our organisation, as a thank you for helping us with research, like to pair futa with appropriate partners through genetic testing. If the futa likes their partner, they release hormonal queues-"

"You smelled so good today," Jane mumbled.

Grace just sighed, "yes, the scent attracts a mate, the mate initiates sexual contact. Then either by insemination or swallowing, the mate gets a dose of hormone laced sperm. Basically, Amber, you're gonna be crazy for Jane and Jane, you're addicted to her sperm. There are rehabilitation programs you can take to separate, but from your reactions you're fine with this."

Jane and I looked at one another, then down at our hands. When our eyes met, Jane was blushing and my cock throbbed uncomfortably again.

"Great, so. Jane please sign this form. It keeps you in the volunteer program, but it makes you exclusive to Amber, who will need to co-sign."

I watched as Jane gave the form a quick read and signed away. I sat forward and scanned the form myself. It was quick and to the point, basically saying what Grace had, word for word.The only stipulation was that in emergencies, Jane may be asked to step in for a distressed futa in similar situations to myself before Jane came in. The thought made me frown, but it still stipulated it was voluntary and for emergencies only.

"Wait, why does this program exist? If I knew what was wrong I could have masterbated."

Grace nodded along and sighed. "If that bitch Doris hadn't forgotten your appointment, we'd have gone over this early this morning. I'll be putting in a formal complaint by the way. Futa's have high sex drives, your body constantly produces sperm at a higher rate than human men. Unlike human men, these sperm don't die and get recycled out, they just build up. The more they build up, the more uncomfortable you get. Self stimulation can sometimes take off the edge, but your anatomy prevents the sperm being released. Similar to how you can't tickle yourself, we're just wired to need another's touch."

A horrible thought went through my head, "what about kids?!"

"Suppressants," Grace said quickly. "All schools have access to grants to allow children to receive suppressants, but the funding stops when the child turns eighteen. They're still available if you want them for any reason, but they're quite expensive." Jane and I nodded along. "Now, once you sign that. I have here a waiver for medical research. Basically once a month, someone will come visit your home and take a blood sample. If there's anything else, they let you know in advance. It's optional, but it will increase the scholarship amount for Jane if you accept, as it will save the organisation on practical testing, as you will be her first patient."

With those words, I signed away, before signing the waiver. The moment I was finished, Grace handed a set of forms to Jane to sign. With that, we smiled at one another, making my cock throb again.

"Oh you need to take this," Grace said, handing me a small A4 sized book. "It contains all the information you need about living as a futa in the local area. That has everything from approved doctors, so specialty clothing stores. I'm assuming you're not wearing underwear?" I nodded, "I'd try Olive's on Main street, she's a friend of mine and she'll look after you.OH! I need your banking details."

"Ummm... What for?" I asked a little wearily.

"Your contribution to the scientific community will be paid on the first Monday of each month."

"What?" Jane and I asked at the same time.

Grace just giggled, "Our blood has extremely valuable properties. How old do you think I am?"

I looked at her, there were only the barest lines on her face that gave me the impression she was mature. But the clarity and tightness of her skin, lack of wrinkles and shape of her bust told me she was no older than, "mid thirties at the latest," I said.

Grace just smiled, "I'm seventy four," our jaw's hit the floor. "Our genetics hold the keys to the fountain of youth, how much do you think someone would pay for that kind of thing?"

I just nodded and told her my bank details for the direct deposits. It seemed I wouldn't be a poor college kid, but I wouldn't live comfortably without additional income from what Grace described. As we settled down for the end of the appointment Grace gestured to the book I carried.

"Read that, I'll schedule an appointment for tomorrow. Jane should be able to help you with anything else in the meantime. But for now, follow me."

Standing, she walked around and opened the door. Jane and I were a moment behind her and Grace locked her office as we stepped out. "Margaret, we're taking a break," Grace told the receptionist. "Now, ladies, follow us. I'll ring your teachers and let them know you won't be returning to classes today. I suggest once we're done here, you go do what you need to do."

We followed in silence as we were led down a hallway near the teachers lounge. There, we came across a plain, locked door. Grace handed me a key, before opening it herself. "Jane will know of this place, but now you have access to it." Pushing the door open, it was a well lit, narrow corridor, with several rooms attached. The first room we passed had a red light above the door. "That one's occupied," Grace said.

"Oh, hey, I'm sorry about my sister," Margaret said softly as we stopped outside the next door.

I just looked at her, "sister?"

Margaret just nodded, "Doris, my twin. She's always been a bit of a bitch. But she didn't take it well when Grace and I met."

I just looked at her, stunned that they were the same age. Margaret looked only about twenty five at most. To think she was Doris' twin...

"C'mere slut," Grace snapped, grabbing Margerat by the neck and pulling her into the room. The door closed with a bang.

Before I could recover, Jane giggled, "they're like that. Don't worry. Margaret's a bit of a freak. The rooms are pretty soundproof, but not in the hall.

Nodding my head, I allowed her to lead me to the next door, which she opened and dragged me inside. It was a small room. Just a chair and a small shower and a shelf with towels on it.

"Amber," Jane said softly. Turning to face her, my breath caught and my erection strained against my pants. Jane was completely naked. "Usually, a volunteer brings someone in, they do the deed, shower and leave," she said, walking to the chair. But as she climbed onto it, she stuck her ass out towards me. "But if you don't shove that cock of yours inside me, I'm going to be pissed."

Nobody fucks with Jane...

... Chapter Three...

It only took a moment to strip off my clothes. A moment more to close the gap between us. I took hold of her ass cheeks, one in each hand and pulled them apart, displaying her glistening slit in all it's glory. I was going to have to take some time getting up close and personal with it later. For the meantime, I released her, grabbed my cock and pressed it into her entrance.

"Yessss," Jane hissed, rocking back and forth several inches.

I watched in amazement as her tiny fuck hole stretched to fit over my cock. The pleasure of my cock penetrating her was heavenly, even with only the first couple inches inside her. I grinned as her labia gripped my girth every time it pulled out. All of these new sensations had me hungry for more. So gripping her hips, I sunk another few inches into Jane's pussy. Her soft gasp of pleasure was all I heard, before retracting and sinking in again.

"Yes, please! More!" Jane groaned, gripping the chair.

I was astounded seeing her stretched so far. But I wasn't going to spurn her desires. Pushing another few inches inside her, she gasped and pushed back herself. That's when I felt the hard ring of her cervix on the head of my cock.

"Oh god, Amber, please fuck me!" Jane cried.

Taking her hips I pulled out half my length and plunged it back inside her, earning a gasping squeal of delight. From that point, I smiled, thinking of my dream. Withdrawing my length to the tip of my cock, I pushed the entire length back inside her only to immediately start sawing my entire length in and out of her tight little hole.

"Yes! Make me yours!" Jane cried.

Without thinking, I released my grip and took hold of her hair. Wrapping it around my wrist I pulled her head back so I could look down on her. "You're already mine," I snarled.

Hearing those words, Jane's eyes rolled into the back of her head. At the same time, her pussy clenched firmly over my cock. And as I continued to saw in and out of her tight little pussy, I fired my seed directly into the opening of her womb... Not that it would do anything since my shot earlier. With a final thrust, I released her hair, allowing Jane to lower her head. Standing upright myself, I slid my cock out of her dripping hole and swayed slightly on my feet. Blinking, trying to get my equilibrium, Jane took my hand and led me to sit in the chair. Sitting down, I was taken by surprise when Jane got on my lap and lowered herself onto my cock once again. This time I held her gently as she rocked back and forth, driving us towards our mutual climaxes.