Chapter 6: Futa’s Wild Virgin Delight

I left the high school’s main office in a daze. I just had sex with my principal. The Black woman had revealed that she was a secret lesbian who enjoyed seducing her underage students into having sex with her, finding the ones she thought were secretly gay or bi.

When my mom let the school know I had come down with Futanari Syndrome, Principal Washington couldn’t resist finding out if she’d like a dickgirl. It turned out that she did. A lot. We had hot sex on her desk, and I left her dripping with my cum. On my way out, the school’s receptionist implied she was in this group of teachers enjoying students.

A group I was offered to join.

It had a certain appeal. I couldn’t deny that. My futa-cock had a mind of her own, or so it seemed. She was half-hard in my panties, tucked between my thighs to hide the bulge. I only came down with the ultra-rare disease yesterday, my clit growing into a massive cock in a matter of an hour.

At the same time, I was thinking of my little sister. Allie and I had fallen in love. We had a secret, incestuous affair. No one in my family could find out. Not our mother and not our twin sisters, Sara and Tara. My friends couldn’t find out about Allie and me. Not even the ones who’d blown me in the bathroom and gotten a facial. Pita, Victoria, and Wendy could never know.

No one could.

I had to hide my relationship with the girl I was falling in love with. On top of that, I was horny all the time. I couldn’t resist when a sexy girl or a hot principal wanted to fuck my cock, and the idea of a whole group of girls...

Like an orgy or something?

My futa-dick throbbed against my pussy, tucked between my thighs to hide it. My juices flowed, soaking my bush and shafted. My dick was almost painful as I hurried into the teacher’s restroom not far away. I used the key that Principal Washington gave me, allowing me to use the only single-use bathroom in the school. Here I didn’t have to hide my futa-cock. I adjusted my clothes and hair, my red hair disarrayed, my cheeks flushed.

After touching up my makeup and struggling to calm down my lusts, I headed to my first class. I was pulled out of it by the principal to have our talk. I slipped in, everyone glancing at me for a moment then relaxing and looking back to the front of the classroom.

No one knew my secret. Yet. I didn’t know how long it would stay a secret. Would Pita, Veronica, or Wendy spread my secret? They were the only schoolmates that knew about it. Or what about my sister? She was a freshman, a year younger than me at fourteen. What if she let it slip?

Maybe I should just come out now and get it over with. Like ripping off a bandaid.

My teacher, Mr. Bryce, just nodded to me as I sat down. I shifted, feeling my futa-cock trapped against my pussy by my panties. I struggled not to think about the principal’s club and pay attention to the lesson, but the idea was so stimulating.

If I could get my little sister in the club...

I pushed that idea out. Even if Principal Washington was okay having sex with her underage students, it didn’t mean incest was something she’d be okay with. I sighed, biting my lip, my futa-dick itching and aching.

Maybe I should come clean. Then I didn’t have to tuck it. I could buy some different sort of underwear. My doctor had suggested boy shorts style panties if I didn’t want to wear actual boys underwear.

I wanted to still be feminine. To wear frilly and delightful things beneath my skirts. I didn’t want to wear pants. I hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Having a dick was so annoying. When it wasn’t amazing. Having pussy wrapped about my cock was so amazing.

My eyes drifted over to the girls in my class. We were all fifteen or sixteen, sophomores. Juanita was a cutie with golden-brown skin and short hair, while Briana had this wonderful plait of blonde hair falling down her back. Gina had short, black hair and a spunky smile. Yvette had these big, ebony tits she showed off in her low-cut blouse. Hannah was plump in that cute way, curvy and with a round face, her blue eyes so brilliant.

Thoughts of an orgy with my classmates wasn’t helping my erection dwindle one bit.

The class finally ended and I was about to suffer through my new favorite lesson: English. Not because of the subject, but because the busty teacher who taught it had already danced in my thoughts. I had a dream of Mrs. Greene teaching naughty lessons, including having sex with her daughter, Allie’s slutty friend Karen. I wanted Mrs. Greene to teach my futa-cock so many things.

Sweat broke out across my forehead as I sat down in the class. Mrs. Greene smiled at me and said, “I’ve heard about your issue,” she whispered, leaning over my desk. Her large breasts swayed before me, constrained in her silk blouse. I smelled her perfume. Her short, black hair framed her lush and mature face. “If you need anything...”

I wanted to ask for a blowjob. “No, no, I’m fine.”

She smiled and straightened up, her breasts jiggling. She looked good. She just had a baby and was back from maternity leave, missing most of the school year. You’d never know it from how well her figure looked. A hot, mature teacher.

There was no way she was in the club. She was married, a new mother, and wouldn’t want to fool around with a futa. What a shame. I could just enjoy her. Slide into her juicy pussy and play with her breasts. Did she lactate?

Maybe she did.

My mouth watered.

My pussy juices soaked my poor futa-dick. It twitched and throbbed. It was torture. I struggled to think of anything but those tits. I hung on her every word, my cheeks burning with lust. My nipples throbbed. I wanted to masturbate. To cum. To get off hard and fast.

Sadly, I had Mr. Terry’s math class. I sighed as I slinked off to it. At least he wouldn’t get me hard. Even when I liked guys, which seemed like forever ago but was only yesterday morning, I never found him attractive. There were a few cute, young teachers and another couple of handsome, older men most girls sighed over, wanting to have naughty conferences with him.

Mr. Terry wasn’t a handsome man. He was almost hideous, fat. He wheezed most of the time even while sitting at his desk. Being around him did wonders for my boner. My futa-cock went as limp as a flag in still air. No exciting breeze to blow me erect in here.

I did my best not to notice the cute girls. Pita was in this class, sitting nearby me with a naughty smile on her face. We shared two classes. This and our biology class. That was the project we were supposed to be working on last night.

“How are you holding up?” she asked after class was over and it was lunchtime.

“Oh, fine,” I said. I lowered my voice. “Mrs. Greene almost had me cumming in my panties.”

“Mmm, she does have those big tits. Pregnancy does miracles to breasts, huh?”

I blinked and shuddered. “I guess I hadn’t noticed.”

“My mom says they put a cup size or two on a woman. Sometimes you lose it, and sometimes you get bigger tits for the rest of your life. A natural boob job.”

“You just have to get pregnant,” I pointed out.

“Well, if it’s the right person’s baby...” Pita shrugged.

I smiled, nodding. Allie certainly seemed to think that. If I ever really did knock her up ... There would be consequences, I just couldn’t resist her when she said those words while I was in her, begging me to breed her.

My erection swelled, blood engorging my clit-dick. It pressed against my pussy lips through my bush, the heat building in my depths. I groaned, debating slipping off to the faculty restroom and stroking one out.

“Hey, Jenny, can I talk to you?” Wendy asked. My other friend came in from a side hallway. “It’s important. Um, alone, if that’s okay, Pita?”

I glanced at Pita and she shrugged. It was a little strange that Wendy wanted to speak to me alone. The conservative girl had this blush on her cheeks and a slightly glossy look to her blue eyes. Her blonde hair was gathered in a tight French braid, keeping her forehead clear of any strands of hair. She wiggled her hips from side to side, her long skirt swirling about her ankles.

“See you in the cafeteria,” Pita said. My Hispanic friend smiled and gave a naughty wink. “Have fun with her Wendy.”

Wendy gasped and blushed.

“That’s not what she wants to talk to me about,” I protested. Wendy only blew me with Pita and Victoria because those two had dragged her into the stall. The practically shoved my cock into the innocent girl’s mouth. We went to the same church. I dressed almost as conservatively. “Right?”

“Well...” Wendy’s cheeks flamed scarlet now. “Um ... I just... “She leaned in and whispered. “I want you to pop my cherry.”

My jaw dropped.

“Please,” she moaned. “I can’t stop thinking about your ... your futa-cock. It’s been in my mind all morning. I’m so wet. My panties are soaked through. I’m going insane. You’re so sexy.”

“Your virginity?” I aside. “You know, I kind of have a girlfriend.”

Wendy bit her lip.

“I mean, I guess I can have two,” I said, wondering how I could explain that to Allie, but my dick was so hard. I wanted to take my friend’s cherry.

Her eyes lit up and she nodded. “I don’t mind sharing. I mean ... I shared already ... With the others. You’re just so cute and ... and ... I’ve had a crush on you for so long, but now you have a cock so it’s not a sin. Well, not as much of a sin since we’re not married.”

“Uh, maybe this is a bad idea.” Married? We were still in high school.

“No, please, I’m just saying, I want to be with you. Date you, I guess, and ... Well...” She leaned in. “I know I won’t be able to resist you, and I’m going insane. I know school isn’t the most romantic place, but I just can’t wait. You’ve driven me mad.”

“Sorry,” I muttered.

She hooked my arm. “You know how to apologize.”

I blushed and nodded, my futa-dick hard in my panties.

She led me through the hallway, just two friends holding arms. Nothing special. I hoped. I felt everyone was looking at us as we moved against the flow heading to the cafeteria. I shuddered and then blinked when I spotted my little sister giving us a speculative look. I swallowed when she grinned and winked.

Then she followed us.

I felt Allie a few paces behind us, my cheeks burning. My new futa-cock had me so off-balanced. It was giving me such delights but creating all sorts of problems. Having sex with the principal in her office was one thing, but where could I make love to Wendy? A bathroom stall? We were lucky the four of us hadn’t gotten caught before classes started.

Wendy led me to the same bathroom—the same stall—where my three friends had blown me. I shuddered as she locked the door behind us. My stomach squirmed as the stall next to us opened and then closed, locked.

Through the gap in the floor, I spotted the red sneakers that belonged to my little sister. She would hear everything.

“Oh, I’m so ready for this,” moaned Wendy, her entire body trembling. She immediately reached behind her and unzipped the back of her dark dress. I swallowed as I watched my friend strip.

Her dress fell down her petite figure. Her heart-shaped face stared at me as her virginal-white bra and panties came into view, a dark stain across her crotch. She reached behind her, small breasts jiggling. They weren’t much bigger than Allie’s.

My friend slipped off her bra. My heart pounded faster. My mouth went dry. She was giving me her virginity ... I’d already taken Allie’s, now my friend Wendy. This was insane. Then Wendy slipped out of her panties. She stood there before the door, squirming. Her arms hugged herself as she stared at me.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, my eyes flicking up and down her body. She had a trimmed bush of golden hair hiding her pussy. Her legs were lithe. Her hips had a slight curve to them, a womanly shape.

“Really?” Wendy asked. She swallowed. “You really thinks so.”

“You should see how hard I am,” I muttered. “Or wet. I’m soaking my futa-dick right now. It’s painful.”

“Oh, no,” she said and darted to me. “Let’s get you free.”

Movement drew my attention. My little sister’s face peeked out beneath the stall divider for a moment as Wendy’s hands grabbed my blouse. I arched a warning eyebrow at my little sister. Allie winked at me then ducked her head back. While Wendy unbuttoned my blouse, I heard the whisk of clothes from the other side. A pair of white panties with strawberries landed on the floor just in sight.

Allie stripped herself naked. Naughty minx.

Knowing my little sister was listening and masturbating swelled my excitement. “Wendy,” I moaned. I’m so hard. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

“I know,” she moaned. “Mmm, we should be quiet, but ... I’m glad you’re going to take my virginity. I’ll be a good girlfriend.”

The toilet creaked. I hoped Allie wouldn’t be mad. I’d explain it to her. She was a kinky one. She’d probably want to join in, but then Wendy would freak out.

Wendy thrust my blouse open and unveiled my breasts constrained in a black bra. She shoved my top off my arms before she reached behind me. She pressed her small titties into my round breasts, her fingers fumbling at my bra’s clasp. She squirmed, her nipple hard and poking at mine through my bra cups.

“Um?” I asked. “Having trouble.”

“It’s different doing my own,” she muttered. “I think I ... Got it!”

My bra became loose. I shrugged out of the straps as I stepped back, unveiling my round tits to her. My friend whimpered, holding my bra to her tits. She stared at them with such lust. I had no idea Wendy was a closet lesbian. No wonder she never dated. She thought being with women was wrong, but I had a cock so she could finally rationalize her desires and stop suppressing them.

I was glad I could help her.

Wendy dropped my bra so her hands could cup my breasts. She squeezed them while the sounds of girls moved through the bathroom. Faucets ran. Girls chatted. Their voices echoed around us. I was so aware of my little sister in the next stall masturbating her pussy and listening to the fun in here.

“Mmm, I love it when you play with my tits,” I said, low enough that, I hoped, only Allie would hear. She needed a play-by-play commentary.

“They’re so round,” said Wendy in awe. “I’ve wanted this for so long. I’m so glad you became a futa. That you’re my girlfriend.”

I smiled at her and cupped her cheek. “I’m glad that you don’t have to hide your desires. We’ll take it one step, okay. We’ve been friends for so long, let’s not ruin that.”

“We won’t,” she said, her fingers squeezing my tits. Then she darted her head down and latched onto my nipple.

“Ooh, you naughty girl,” I moaned. “Just sucking my nipple like that. No warning. I never thought you’d be so bold.”

The pleasure shot down to my pussy and then up to the tip of my futa-cock. I quivered, my heart pounding. I stroked through her hair. I caressed her silky strands. I breathed in the scent of her shampoo, a soft, lavender delight.

Her lips sucked hard. She nibbled and did such naughty things to me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. Her hands stroked down my naked sides to my skirt. She pushed them down, the elastic waistband stretching over my rump and hips. They fell down my legs.

“Ooh, just eager get to my cock, huh?” I purred, my fingers tightening in her hair. “Push down my panties next.”

She did. She shoved them off my hips. My cock, tucked against my pussy and in discomfort, straightened and sprang free. It smacked against her naked thigh and then the crown slid up her skin to her belly. I poked her, pleasure shuddering through me.

“Thank you for freeing me,” I moaned. She sucked so hard on my nipple. It throbbed and ached in her mouth.

She swirled her tongue around it. I shuddered, my hips wiggling as she kept rolling my panties down my thighs to my knees. They bunched there as her hands slid up. Fire raced before her fingers, my futa-dick throbbing. My friend came closer and closer to my crotch.

Her fingers slid through my fiery curls. One hand rubbed lower and found the lips of my virgin pussy. She swept them up and down my labia while her right hand grabbed my cock. She gripped it, fisting it while she sucked on my nipple.

“Ooh, you’re good at fingering my pussy and giving me a handjob,” I moaned.

My little sister’s foot twitched, her panties shifting around her ankle.

“Yeah, you love rubbing at my twat. You feel how juicy I am?”

Wendy popped her mouth off my nipple. “For me?”

“Yes, for you,” I told her, smiling as she stroked me. “Mmm, you have such kissable lips.”

“Okay,” she whispered. “I want you to be my first kiss. My first time. I’m just so horny for you. I love you, Jenny.”

“Well...” I hesitated. I didn’t want to hurt her. “You know I love you as a friend, right?”

“That’s why we’ll date and you can fall in love with me,” she said. “That’s how it works, right. Love at first sight is rare.”

“Yeah,” I said. “And if I already love someone else?”

“Is it Pita?” Wendy asked, her lower lip quivering.

“It’s ... No, just asking.” I cupped her face, her hand still pumping up and down my girl-dick. “Is that all right or not?”

“I can share you,” she whispered. “I can. I saw you with the others. It was fun ... You’re a futa. You’re special. She had such a feverish look in her eyes.

Then she kissed me.

Her lips felt so sweet on mine. Her body coming closer pressed my dick upward, sliding across her smooth belly. I shuddered at the wicked sensations as her tongue wiggled around in my mouth. Our tongues danced together. She caressed me. Teased me.

This heat rippled through me. My futa-dick throbbed against her belly. I grabbed her ass, pulling her even tight to her me. We pinned my cock between us as her small breasts nuzzled into my round tits. She whimpered.

I couldn’t believe shy, conservative Wendy could hide such passion. Didn’t people say it was always the quiet ones that surprised you?

I groaned, savoring the kiss, this heady rush shooting through me. My futa-dick twitched, our skin massaging the sensitive crown. The pleasure surged down to my pussy which soaked my red bush. Her hips wiggled. She squirmed.

I broke the kiss. “Wow, you do, uh, have a lot of passion in you.”

“Uh-huh,” she whimpered. “I’ve been bottling it all up and now ... Now it’s just fizzing out of me. I’m like a soda shaken up.”

I smiled. “Just going to bathe me in your sweet froth?”

She nodded. “Metaphorically.”

“Mmm, I was thinking literally.” I pressed my blonde friend back, her blue eyes blinking. She hit the toilet and gasped as she set down. “I want you to bathe me.”

“Jenny?” she asked in confusion.

“I’m going to lick and eat your pussy until you explode in frothy passion,” I moaned. “I want you to bathe my face in your cream.” I knelt down before her and parted her thighs wide. Her blonde bush gleamed with her passion. “I want you to soak me.”

“Girls can do that?” she asked in awe.

“Squirt?” I nodded then shuddered as I felt Allie’s foot brushing mine for a brief moment. The little minx was teasing me. “Yeah, girls can. I’ll show you.”

I leaned down. As I did, I shifted how I knelt, extending my right leg towards the gap between the floor and the stall divider. I just happened to push through a bit. And my little sister just happened to stroke me with her toes, caressing me.

A naughty, incestuous tingle raced up my thigh. Wendy had no idea the girl I loved was joining on the fun. I would date Wendy and hope I didn’t break her heart. Maybe I’d grow feeling for her. Maybe...

I had desperate fantasies of having both Wendy and Allie in my bed together.

That wouldn’t happen. But I would do my best to love Wendy. To make her happy. I pressed my face down into her snatch. I nuzzled into her bush. Her silky curls caressed my face. Her spicy musk stained my lips. The taste spread through my mouth as I nuzzled deeper. She had such a thick mat of pubic hair. They tickled me.