Chapter 1: Johana's Shocking Futa 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 Public decency laws were repealed—you could go naked or even fuck in public—and the age of consent laws were lowered to fourteen, and incest was made legal.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.