Futa Naked In School – Teacher’s Taboo Futa Pet

Chapter Two: Johana’s Naughty Futa Demonstration

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Johana Jordan’s Week, Monday

I splashed the cold water on my face, wiping away the tangy pussy juices from my mother. My naked body quivered, my small breasts jiggling, my futa-cock softening, soaked in Genevieve’s cream. My mind was reeling from what just happened.

I was in the Program this week at Rogers College. My body trembled as that thought alone had me shivering. I wasn’t the most popular futa, and going naked had been a day of teasing after I had accidentally ejaculated prematurely into Audie Marlowe’s face.

Hair Trigger…

That was what I was being called all day. But that wasn’t why I was in here. My mother taught the last class I had for the day. Health. She was a widower, a bubbly woman. I had no idea that she harbored incestuous thoughts for me. Yes, incest was made legal, but…

It still felt wrong to me.

She gave a lesson on foreplay. After giving me a handjob to “relax me,” she had me learn to please a girl’s body. Genevieve, a cheerleader, was my practice mate. She was eighteen, like me, a freshman. I played with her breasts, ate out her pussy, and even got a quick blowjob from her. Then my mother had me stretch out on her desk.

Genevieve mounted me reverse cowgirl style, facing the class. With her riding me, they were all distracted. I was pretty sure none of them had noticed my mother straddling my head. She wore no panties beneath her skirt.

I ate her to orgasm while Genevieve rode me to mine.

“Intense, huh?” Genevieve said. She strolled in naked. I flushed, realizing I was in the girls’ restroom, not the futas’. For the duration of the Program, I had to use the opposite sex’s facilities. “I don’t blame you for needing a breather. I came hard. You were good.”

“Thanks,” I said, squirming, shame bubbling through me.

“You’re so cute when you blush, Johana,” she said, cupping my cheeks. She gave me a quick kiss. “Mmm, you’re going to be a popular futa once this gets out. No wonder coach chose you.”

Not only was my mother, Molly Jordan, a health teacher, but she also coached the cheerleaders. Our college was small, and all the athletic positions were held by teachers, mostly PE ones.

“Oh, you didn’t…?” I swallowed.

“Didn’t what?” Genevieve arched a black eyebrow at me, her blue eyes glistening. Her round breasts had a delicious flush to them, her dusky nipples hard. “Cum? Trust me, I did. You’re a futa-champ. Mmm, thanks.”

She smacked my rump before she grabbed some paper towels and began wiping up my futa-jizz leaking out of her shaved pussy. I swallowed then backed out, my mind a whirl from what just happened.

I ate my mother to orgasm.

My mom was waiting in the hall, her fiery hair falling in wavy curls about her flushed face. Her green eyes twinkled. She had adjusted down her short, black pencil skirt, hiding the fact she was sans panties. Her eyes flicked up and down my naked body.

“You okay, sweetie?” she asked.

I nodded, stiffening. And I don’t mean my girl-cock. Every muscle in my body tensed.

“You sure?” she asked. “I mean, you don’t—”

Genevieve strolled out of the bathroom, her breasts bouncing. Though the cheerleader wasn’t in the Program, she took to nudity with a natural grace. “You raised a sexy futa-daughter, coach. You should bring her to practice. All the girls would love her.”

“I’m sure they would,” my mom said then laughed.

I squirmed then followed Genevieve, heading into the classroom. Samantha Herberts, a brown-haired futa, gave me big grin while Ase Westerberg, a blonde Futa, shook her head in clear envy. Monica Rocha, a cute girl with light-brown hair and hazel eyes, winked at me while Araceli Espiosa, a Hispanic beauty, fluttered her eyelashes. In the back, naked Krysten, a slave collar and leash about her throat, grinned at me.

“You made her cum hard!” Samantha said. I flushed, thinking she meant my mother until Samantha added, “Right, Genevieve? You exploded.”

“Big time,” the cheerleader said as she grabbed her discarded skirt.

It was nice to be praised, I couldn’t get what I did to my mother’s twat out of my mind. I felt dirty for crossing that line. I ate out the pussy that birthed me. I felt everything had changed between my mother and me as she sauntered back into the room, giving me a friendly smile.

How could she ever be my mother again now? There were some things you couldn’t undo.

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Johana Jordan’s Week, Tuesday

Things felt weird at home the night before. Fragile. My mother sensed I was weirded out or maybe she was starting to feel ashamed because she was tiptoeing around me. I was doing the same. I ate dinner in my room, pretending I had homework.

I just thought about her pussy and how great she tasted until I masturbated. I felt so ashamed after, my cheeks burning with the humiliation of jerking off to my mother. I had sex for the first time yesterday with one of the cute cheerleaders.

I should be thinking about her or Monica or Audie or Krysten or the homecoming queen or even Miss Stanton, my math teacher. There were lots of beautiful girls at my college. Other cheerleaders. Older girls. There were two in the Program. Like me, they were attending classes naked. One was a flirty senior named Ludmila with huge tits.

I shouldn’t be thinking about my mother.

I didn’t get a ride to classes with my mother like I usually did. I left early, walking in a daze, my skirt swirling about my thighs, leggings on to keep me warm. It was nearing Winter break, the days cold and though it wasn’t raining, it could happen at any time. If our school wasn’t well heated, the Program would suck right now.

Preacher McTaggart collected my clothing. I hadn’t even realized I was at my college until the Irish futa had cleared her throat as I tried to walk in. “Forgetting something, Johana?”

“Sorry, Preacher McTaggart,” I said, my cheeks warming.

“Oh, I’m sure you have a lot on your mind,” she said. “I hear rumors that your health class had a naughty lesson.”

I swallowed. “What did you hear?”

“That you satisfied one of the cheerleaders. She was posting all over social media, telling all the girls that you’re a futa who knows how to please.” The preacher gave me a big grin. “That’s just what the Program is for. I want you to enjoy yourself. You’ll have plenty of admirers. Have fun with them. Let your futa-seed spurt far and wide. When I was your age, I would have loved to have been in your position.”

“Thanks,” I said.

I stripped naked outside, hating how the wind howled. It made me not dawdle. I dumped my clothes into the plastic bag she held, my dick soft and my nipples hard. I wrenched open the door and jumped into the warm air, groaning in—

“Futa-champ!” squealed a dozen cheerleaders led by Genevieve. They lined the hallway, all of them in their uniforms, purple pleated skirts and silver shells today. They kicked their legs, flashing their naked pussies then grabbed their tops and lifted them up.

I groaned at the sight of a dozen bouncing breasts of all shapes and sizes, from the cheer captain’s large breasts to Juniper Dannel’s budding mounds topped by pale-pink nipples. They grinned at me, shaking them. Genevieve winked at me.

I found my spine swelling as a group of futas, including Jade and Samantha, watched with envious eyes. No teasing today. My futa-dick was swelling, warming up from more than being inside. My pussy grew juicy. The shame at eating my mother faded.

It was a one-time thing. She just got carried away teaching the lesson. That was it. I would have fun this week. Girls were noticing me for the first time in my life. I felt so confident as I strutted down the hallway.

“Hey, Johana,” said Lizaveta, a sophomore futa who was in the A/V club. She had a camera in hand. She usually followed the girls in the Programs, making them pose and taking naughty pics of them for the college’s paper and yearbook. “Can I interview you on what happened in your class yesterday?”

“Um…”

“Get your side,” she continued. “Genevieve’s take is interesting, but you were the futa enjoying her pussy. Readers want to know what she’s like.”

“Big time,” Jade said. She was a horny futa, thirsty for pussy. She bugged all the girls in the Program. Outside of a few gangbangs where the girls were taking on all comers, I don’t think she’d been successful.

“Sure,” I said, nodding my head. I just had to ignore the part where I was feasting on my mother’s…

“There you are,” Monica said, darting up. She grabbed my cock and stroked me as she pressed up against me. “In fourth period, ask for relief.”

“What?” I groaned, struggling to think as her hand fisted up and down my futa-cock.

“Ask for relief, and I’ll let you fuck me,” she moaned. “That was so hot yesterday. And you’re so cute.”

“Okay,” I said, grinning from ear to ear.

My day passed in a blur of girls flirting with me and futas envious that I had enjoyed one of the cheerleaders. When fourth period came, my history class, I asked for relief. At the start of class, I could spend ten minutes getting off through masturbation or the help of a volunteer.

Monica volunteered with bright eyes.

It was incredible to be in her. She didn’t get naked, just dropped her panties so her skirt hid her naughty bits. Still, It was delicious feeling her breasts through her thin top and bra, her nipples hard, mine throbbing against hers. She sat on top of her desk, legs locked about me, and moaned out her rapture as I pumped away at her. I drove my dick into her hard, fast.

My pussy drank in the heat flowing down my cock to my pussy. My classmates watched me. They had big grins on their faces. My professor smirked as she leaned against the wall. The desk creaked as I showed them all I didn’t possess a hair trigger.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Monica gasped as she came on my dick, her pussy working around my futa-cock with hunger.

“Way to go, stud!” cheered Genevieve, her eyes bright and sultry, no doubt remembering yesterday.

“That is hot!” whimpered a girl named Ursella Prescott.

“Damn, you are one lucky futa, Johana!” a futa named Michelle Devereux cheered. She flashed me a thumbs up.

“Yes!” I groaned and buried into Monica’s pussy.

As I came, my mother’s face flashed in my mind. suddenly, I was picturing being back in the pussy that birthed me, feeling my mother rippling about me. Her incestuous flesh hungry for my cock.