Chapter 8: Naughty Futa Spanked by the Teacher

Note: Thanks to my wonderful beta readers!

Alexa Green

My daughter Lisa approached me as I stood naked in the doorway of my bedroom. I hadn’t seen her since I dropped her off for her “totally not a date but just getting coffee with my new friend” date with Poppy. Which had turned into Lisa going off with some strange married woman to have a night of passion with her and her sister.

And I was stuck at home with nothing but a vibrator. Now she was home, and she was not going to get to go to school unless she satiated her mother. I needed her futa-dick, too. I raised her. It was only fair that I should enjoy her.

She wore this cute blouse that she pulled off and an adorable skirt that dropped off. She had on the teal bra and panties set, her futa-dick stretching out the special trans-panties she wore. They were built to look cute but hold a penis.

And boy did she have a big clit-cock. It was so impressive. Just staring at her made me so wet. My daughter was one lucky futa, that was for sure.

“Mmm,” I purred as she adjusted her glasses perched on her nose. Her red hair fell around her cute face. The chemical she whipped up yesterday had made her have an even cuter appearance. I loved the full volume of her bushy hair, which she hated for some reason. She had nice, round boobs, too. “Come to Mommy.”

“You’re such a horny MILF,” she groaned and unhooked her bra. Her round boobs spilled out. They were so perky and firm. A nice pair of fifteen-year-old titties there. It was such a rush to have an underage lover who happened to be my daughter.

It was so forbidden.

My cunt clenched as she shoved down her panties. Her futa-dick popped out, thrusting from her trimmed, red bush and the folds of her pussy. A wave of incestuous lust washed through me at the sight of that magnificent cock.

I pulled my daughter to my lips and kissed her. She moaned as my tongue thrust into her mouth. Her futa-dick rubbed into my belly, throbbing against me. I loved the wild beat of her heart twitching up her shaft. Her boobs pressed into mine.

She groaned, her hands grabbing my ass. She pushed me back into the bedroom. To my bed. I quivered as I let her. I was just so excited about this. I hit the bed and pulled her down on me. She kissed me with such passion as she settled between my thighs, our lips working together.

Her cock rubbed into my bush. I shoved my hand between us. I had to get that dick back in me. Back where it belonged. I had given birth to her. I shoved her tip down through my thick bush to the wet folds of my twat. Right to the entrance of my juicy cunt.

She thrust into me.

I groaned into my daughter’s lips.

I trembled beneath her as her girl-cock slid into my snatch. This wave of heat rushed through me as our lips worked together. Her futa-dick went deeper and deeper into me. I loved how she sank to the hilt in me.

There was so much of her futa-dick in me. Just so much of that hot clit-cock stretching out of my cunt. It was the best. I kissed her. My tongue danced through her mouth as she pulled back her girl-cock. I groaned at that hot sensation.

My pussy clenched down on her thick shaft. The stimulation washed through me. It was such a rush to have my daughter in me. She thrust her girl-dick back to the hilt in my snatch. I groaned, squeezing down on her. I loved that so much. This was such a wild heat.

I broke the kiss with my daughter to gasp, “Oh, my god, that’s so good. Oh, yes, yes, you’re fucking me so hard!”

“I know,” she purred as she thrust away at me. “Mmm, I’m going to make you cum, Mommy!”

“Make me cum!” I groaned, savoring her snatch fucking away at me. She buried to the hilt in me. Her thick futa-cock stretched out my pussy.

I loved the taboo thrill of having my daughter fuck me. She pumped away at my snatch, working her girl-cock in and out of me. I gripped her. I loved the thickness of her futa-dick stretching me out. I groaned, reveling in her thrusting away at me. She fucked me hard and fast. She hammered my cunt with her big futa-dick.

I loved her doing that. She slammed into me with such force. She fucked me with all that wonderful girl-dick.

I squeezed down on her. I shuddered, savoring the heat of her cunt burying into me again and again. She slammed into me with force. She buried that futa-cock to the hilt in me over and over again. I loved it. I savored it.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, my god, Lisa!”

“Mommy!” she moaned, her round boobs rubbing into my big tits. “I’m going to cum so hard in you!”

“Yes!” It had been so long since I had her in me. Over twelve hours. “Cum in me!”

She thrust with such passion into my cunt. I loved how she buried to the hilt in my pussy over and over again. The heat swelled through me. I shuddered, rising toward that wonderful orgasm. I would have such a mighty one.

My fingernails clawed at her back as she drilled her girl-dick in and out of my cunt again and again. She plunged her girl-cock to the hilt in me. I loved that so much. I savored her plowing into me. I trembled, loving what she did to me.

It was outstanding. I squeezed my snatch down on her. I loved every second of her fucking me. She had such a big cock. A mighty dick that hammered my cunt. I loved it so much. My daughter pounded my naughty pussy.

I was such a wicked mommy. I reveled in every taboo thrust of my daughter’s girl-dick into my pussy. My orgasm built and built. I clenched down on her as I trembled beneath her. My bed groaned from the force of her thrusts.

“Oh, my god, Lisa!” I moaned.

“Wow, Mommy!” she whimpered, her face twisting. Her green eyes twinkled behind her glasses. “That’s it! That’s so good!”

“I know!” My pussy clamped down on her. The friction increasing. “I’m going to cum! Oh, Lisa, your futa-dick is the best! I love you!”

My daughter thrust into me. I burst with rapture.

My cunt writhed around her girl-cock. I spasmed with such passion. My pussy rippled and writhed around her girl-dick. The ecstasy swept through me and drowned my mind. I bucked beneath her. I savored every moment of her burying into my convulsing cunt.

“Mommy!” she gasped as she plunged to the hilt in my writhing snatch. “Wow!”

Her futa-dick erupted. Her hot girl-cum pulsed into my snatch. Spurt after incestuous spurt of her spunk flooded me. I groaned, my snatch writhing around her. I rippled about her twat, suckling at her. Stars danced across my vision.

I felt amazing as more and more of her futa-jizz flooded my pussy. I rippled around her. I suckled at her with everything that I had. I felt so amazing. A big smile spread on my lips. This was such a wonderful moment of bliss.

I felt so complete as my daughter groaned, “Mommy!”

She fired the last of her cum into me and collapsed on me.

I held her, both of us panting. She nuzzled into my neck, kissing at me. I smiled, her futa-dick filling up my pussy. I had so much of her girl-cum in me. What a wonderful treat that was. I wanted to just hold her forever.

But she had to get to high school.

Lisa Green

“Love you, Mom,” I purred and kissed Mom as I was dropped off at my school.

“Mmm, love you, too,” she cooed. “Will you be coming home after school?”

“I have to see someone,” I said.

“Another MILF-girlfriend?” She arched an auburn eyebrow.

My cheeks burned. “I hope she would be.”

I climbed out of the car. I was already late to my English class. Mrs. Vanderbilt would not be happy with me. I shuddered. God, she was a MILF, wasn’t she? I trembled as I bolted out of the car and rushed into the school, my backpack bouncing behind me.

I wore a black skirt with a purple blouse. My new tits filled it out nicely. Beneath, I had a pair of red bra and panties. My futa-dick fit nicely in whatever space-age material made those panties stretch so much and yet let them feel so silky smooth on me. My boobs bounced in my bra.

Poppy really did an amazing job fitting me for them. My new friend was awesome.

I rushed down the hallway. The corridors I navigated were all empty. I reached Mrs. Vanderbilt’s class and took in a deep breath. I opened the door. Her head snapped to me. The Black teacher was a gorgeous woman with her hair pulled back into a fuzzy ball at the base of her neck. Her coffee-brown skin and delicate cheekbones gave her such a gorgeous face.

Like Nefertiti’s face from the bust of the Egyptian queen that had survived all these centuries.

She stared at me, the wedding ring gleaming on her left hand. She sucked in a deep breath. “My, my, Miss Green. You’re late.”

“Sorry,” I said, this warmth sweeping through me. “My mom had a flat tire. It won’t happen again.”

“I’m not sure that I’m sorry is enough,” she said as she stared at me. She flicked my gaze up and down me. “And are you wearing a skirt? You are dressed differently, Miss Green.”

“You know, just reinventing myself,” I said, my cheeks on fire. “I’ll just sit down.”

She nodded slowly as she stared at me, her eyes tracking me across the classroom as I moved into the back. I sank down and saw everyone had their battered copies of Hamlet out. I drew mine out. They were provided by the school. I opened mine up to the lines of prose.

“You might be surprised to learn that Hamlet wasn’t invented by Shakespeare,” said Mrs. Vanderbilt. “It’s a Norse story, hence why it’s about Prince Hamlet of Denmark and not of England. Many of Shakespeare’s stories were historical or semi-historical. Like many authors, he was inspired by older tales. In this case, about Prince Amleth. It’s a story attested to in Saxo Grammaticus back in the eleventh century of an older tale sadly lost to time. As a Danish scholar, he would have been familiar with the tale, though Shakespeare ‘modernized’ it. Much like we do with Shakespeare’s movies.”

“Like that weird movie in the 90s with Leonard di Caprio,” asked Eric. “Put Romeo and Juliet into modern days.”

“Or Ten Things I Hate About You is actually Taming of the Shrew.” Mrs. Vanderbilt glanced back at me. “It happens all the time. We’re forever reinventing the old and pretending it is new. Now, I want you all to read the start of Act 2.”

I opened my book and started reading. Mrs. Vanderbilt started moving around the classroom in her red cardigan and gray skirt. She had a blue blouse beneath her button-closed sweater, her eyes flicking around the room.

She soon drifted to the back where I was. She leaned down as I was parsing through the archaic dialogue of Elizabethan English. There were little comments on the side that gave some context to strange phrases or words.”

“Mmm, aren’t you just a delicious surprise this morning,” purred Mrs. Vanderbilt into my ear. She was so close, her lips were almost touching.

I had turned her on.

“I’m glad you find me to be delicious,” I whispered back.

Her dark hand rested on my wrist. She stroked up and down me. “Still, I don’t like tardiness.”

“It really won’t happen again,” I said, loving the way her fingers stroked my arm. Warmth rippled through my body. My nipples hardened and pussy itched. My futa-dick twitched as my twat grew wet. “I promise.”

“Good,” she said. “Mmm, I need you in my class every day. You’re such a ... radiant part of it.”

I turned my head and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Just a brief one. She flicked her tongue over her dark-red lips and rose. She sauntered back to the front of the class, my eyes falling on her rump. She had a curvy ass.

My first Black MILF. This would be fun. I wondered when I would have a chance. She couldn’t get horny enough that she would have me do something with the other students. She sat down at her desk and leaned back in her chair, her eyes on me.

I tried to focus on my reading. I did. But I was just so excited. My cunt burned so hot with the possibilities that Mrs. Vanderbilt could provide. My heart raced as I kept reading the same lines over and over again.

“Okay,” said the teacher. “Now let’s talk about the subtext of that scene. For instance, did you detect any desires welling up in the characters? Any passions that they need to keep hidden, but are desperate to release.”

Rick shot his hand up.

I trembled as she lead the discussion, her eyes flicking back to me over and over again. She wanted me so badly. She burned for me. I squirmed there, my new panties soaked through already. This was so hot.

Finally, the end of the period arrived. She smiled at us. “Okay, okay, I want you to read the next two scenes tonight. Be ready to discuss them tomorrow and...” Her gaze flicked out to me. “Miss Green, stay behind so we can discuss your tardiness and what you have to do to make it up.”

I tried so, so, sooooo hard not to lick my lips like a slut. Especially as a few of the students glanced back at me with commiserating looks. They thought I was about to be chewed out, but really I would be on my hands and knees waiting for some MILF-poon.

I would apologize with my tongue. And my girl-dick.

The students filed out as Mrs. Vanderbilt sat on her desk, her legs crossed. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. As the last one left, the door closing shut behind them, I rose. Mrs. Vanderbilt must have the next period free. Lucky her.

Lucky us.

“I’m so sorry,” I said as I pulled off my blouse. “I was such a naughty, naughty futa for being late.”

“Futa?” She arched an eyebrow as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra.

“A futanari,” I said as I bared my bra. “That’s what I am. Why do I turn you on so much. I became one yesterday afternoon.”

“Futanari,” she said as she stared at my underage, firm breasts. My round C’s jiggled as I wiggled off my skirt next. “And what does that mean, you became a futa? Why would that turn me...” She cocked her head. “Your panties.”

“My clit grew into a futa-cock,” I said and shoved it off. My clit-dick popped out and bounced before me. I twitched with my heartbeat. The MILF sucked in a deep breath. Her eyes widened at the sight of my big dick. She swallowed, her breasts rising and falling in such an exciting way.

I loved the delight I saw in her eyes.

“My, my,” she said. “That is quite the impressive ... You called it a futa-cock?”

I nodded.

“Mmm, most impressive,” she said, her body shuddering. “My, my, that does explain why I am so wet, Miss Green.”

“I thought it would,” I purred, my pussy soaking my panties. “Would you like me to eat you out in apology first, or would you like to suck on my futa-cock. Or I can just fuck your pussy.”

She smiled and picked up a ruler. “You are going to bend your pale ass over my desk so I can spank you for being late.” She slapped the ruler into her hand. “I do not tolerate tardiness.”

My smile slipped. “What?”

SMACK!

She slapped the ruler harder into her hand. The sound made me jump. “Now, Miss Green! Don’t make your punishment even worse!”

I believed her. This MILF wanted to spank me. And this strange wave of heat rushed out of my virgin pussy. I wanted her to do that. I quivered there, my heart beating a mile a minute. I shuddered and rushed to the desk.

I had to be punished. Of course. I was late for class. I mean, it was Mom’s fault, but Mrs. Vanderbilt wouldn’t care about that. She had to make sure I didn’t do it again. I pressed my round boobs into the desk, resign my cheek on the surface.

“I’m so sorry,” I groaned. “Punish me.”

“Mmm, yes,” the teacher purred as she ran her hand over my butt-cheeks. “Nice and pert. I always believed that corporal punishment, when properly applied, was the best motivator.” She pulled her hand away.

CRACK!

The ruler struck both my butt-cheeks. I gasped at the heat washing through my nethers. My cunt clenched and futa-dick throbbed. A bead of juices ran my shaft as it throbbed between my legs. I groaned, shocked by how good it felt.

It hurt, but it also sent his pleasure rushing through my snatch.

“I’m so sorry,” I moaned, my butt-cheeks clenching. I felt the welt growing.

“Mmm, yes,” she purred. “And when you sit down for the rest of the day, you’ll remember that you’re sorry and won’t do it again. Right?”

CRACK!

“Right!” I squealed as the pain washed through my nethers. The heat kissed my pussy lips. My futa-dick throbbed. “I’ll remember, Mrs. Vanderbilt!”

“Good,” she cooed and stroked my puckered welt with her finger.

I sucked in a breath at that. It hurt but in such a delicious way. My clit-dick twitched, the ache building at the tip. The itch for stimulation. My virgin pussy felt the same. I breathed heavily, my boobs pressing into the cool surface of the desk.

CRACK!

I gasped as the heat seared through me. The third one hurt the most. She struck both welts. My cunt clenched, the burning need to have my futa-dick played with, my pussy stimulated, washed through me.

CRACK!

“Mrs. Vanderbilt!” I gasped at the fourth one. The fire burned across my ass. “I’ll be good! I’ll always be on time and I’ll eat your pussy so well. You’ll cum so hard. I promised. Oh, wow, I promise, Mrs. Vanderbilt.”

CRACK!

“I know you will,” she purred as the pain blazed across my rump.

I shuddered and rose. She handed me a box of tissue papers. I wiped at my eyes, my futa-dick twitching. My virgin pussy had such a heat burning in it. I trembled as I threw them away. I stared at her, loving the way she opened her red cardigan.

She draped it over the back of her chair, down to this lovely, blue blouse that cupped her large breasts. The Black woman worked the thick buttons holding that closed, too. I smiled as her coffee-brown skin came into view.

Wow, she was yummy.

She had on a black bra beneath that lifted those brown boobs up. I smiled at them as my MILF-teacher reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She took it off and unveiled her big breasts. I groaned at how gorgeous they were.

My hands shot out. MILF-tits were amazing. I loved them so much. I grabbed them. Squeezed them. I kneaded those tits. I gripped them and ducked my head down to latch onto her dark-brown nipple. I slid my lips over it.

“Miss Green,” she moaned as I suckled. “Oh, you are a naughty, naughty girl. I mean, futa.”

I winked at her as I nibbled on her nub with my lips. My glasses shifted on my nose while I swirled my tongue around her nipple. I stroked her areola, loving the feel of her in my mouth. This was so exciting.

She groaned, her hips wiggling. Her hands were busy. I heard fabric rasping. Was she pushing off her dark-gray skirt? I hoped so. My pussy clenched, my juices soaking my curls. They ran down my thighs, tickling me.

I loved that sensation so much. I savored the feel of the beads working down my thighs. My hips wiggled back and forth, my futa-cock swaying before me as I suckled on her nipple. I worshiped her nub as she moaned louder.

“Oh, Miss Green,” she groaned. “You’re apologizing with such elocution.”

I moaned around her nipple.

“Yes, yes, you’re making your feelings so clear to me, but...” She licked her lips. “I think there is a method that would be even more perfect to use for apologizing. On your knees. Your face buried in my snatch.”

I nodded and dropped to my knees before her. My futa-dick bobbed up and down as I stared at her black panties. Little holes pierced the front over her pubic mound and formed the picture of a ... a rose. How sexy. I hooked the elastic waistband and drew them off.

I loved how they rolled off her hips and exposed her shaved pubic mound. I kissed at her smooth flesh, the spicy aroma of her pussy filling my nose. I worked her panties down her thighs now, staring at her thick pussy lips dripping in her passion.

I would deliver the greatest apology in the history of cunnilingus.

I worked the panties down her thighs farther and farther. I loved the way the cloth rolled down her thighs. I breathed in the scent of her pussy. This wicked aroma that filled my nose. My mouth salivated. I shoved her panties down to her ankles.

As she stepped out of them, I pounced.

“Miss Green!” she gasped.

I kissed her pussy lips. My tongue flicked through her folds. I lapped at her with hunger. I savored the delight of her cunt. I loved how delicious she tasted. How wonderful it was to eat her cunt. She had such an amazing twat. I licked at her cunt. I lapped at her with such hunger.

She groaned as flicked my tongue through her folds. I lapped at her again and again. She arched her back. She whimpered, her face tossing from side to side. Her big boobs swayed as I devoured her married cunt.

“You naughty slut,” she moaned. “Oh, Miss Green, what a nasty little futa-slut you are.”