Futa’s Wild Passion

Chapter Seven: Futa’s Naughty Study Session

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this!

I felt like a million bucks as I walked through the college, trailed by my little sister. Allie and I had just had a naughty time in the bathroom. Of course, right before that, I had a naughty time with my new girlfriend Wendy. I had deflowered her while Allie lurked in the stall next to us, masturbating to the sounds of our love-making.

My sister was my secret lover. My incestuous delight. We couldn’t let anyone know, so when Wendy confessed her love for me and wanted to be my girlfriend, I thought it was perfect. I didn’t want to hurt her, but if I had a girlfriend, things would be easier.

And since I had a cock now, Wendy didn’t consider us lesbians. I didn’t know what it made us actually. The lesbian dean of my college thought it still meant she was gay for liking my girl-dick while Wendy thought it meant she was actually straight. She was thrilled to now be able to openly express her feelings for me.

It was so complicated.

I reached the cafeteria and spotted my friends having lunch. Wendy saw me first and squealed. She bounded to her feet and took two steps towards me before she stopped, this flush of embarrassment crossing her nineteen-year-old face. We were the same age. Keeping her blonde hair in an elegant French braid kept her heart-shaped face clear of her hair. She had blue eyes that shone.

I took her hand and then glanced at our friends. Pita was there, of course, my Hispanic friend arching a naughty eyebrow at us. She knew why Wendy had taken me off. Victoria had a speculative look. The brunette also knew my secret. She had blown me with Pita and Wendy in the bathroom before classes.

My other two friends, Briana and Tina, looked with some surprise at Wendy and I holding hands. Briana had long, black hair and a speculative look on her pale face while Tina shook her head. Her short, brown hair swayed about her face.

“What is up with you two?” Tina asked.

“We’re dating,” I said.

Briana’s jaw dropped. Victoria smirk grew. “I knew you were gay, Wendy.”

Wendy gasped. “I’m not gay because…” Then she glanced at me, her eyes wide. “I mean, should we tell them.”

“I’m a futanari,” I said at the top of my lungs. I heard a few gasps from nearby tables. “I, eh, came down with Futanari Syndrome yesterday.”

“That’s the secret that you and Pita have been hinting at!” Briana gasped.

“Oh, my god, Jenny!” gasped Tina. She bounded to her feet. “Are you okay?

“I’m great!” I said, tightening my grip on Wendy’s hand. “I’m a futanari, and so it’s not gay. Because I have a…” My cheeks burned. “Well, I have one of those.”

“A cock!” a guy shouted from a nearby table.

“Yes!” I said with pride. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I know you have one, James. Only mine’s bigger.”

James clamped his jaw shut as sniggers burst around him.

I caught a glimpse of Allie sitting down with her friends. Kathy Greene, the sexually adventurous minx I’d been hearing so much about, leaned over and whispered to my sister. She nodded her head. I hoped Allie wouldn’t talk about our incestuous affair. I didn’t think she would, but…

She was an excitable girl.

“I’m so happy for you both,” Tina said and then hugged Wendy and me, pulling us so tight. “Ooh, I’m more than a little jealous that you snagged her up first. A real, live futanari.”

“Yeah, I bet Pita must be so disappointed,” said Briana.

“Right,” Tina said, pulling away from us. “You watch that futanari porn star.”

“Oh, well,” Pita said. “I mean, Jenny and I are sex friends. I hope that’s okay, Wendy? You know, since you two are dating.” My Hispanic friend gave me a speculative look. She knew I had a secret lover but thought it was my MILF neighbor.

“It’s okay,” Wendy said as she pulled me to the table to sit down with our friends. “We, uh, talked and… I understand that futanari have increased libido.”

“So I could be your sex friend, too?” said Tina.

“Yeah,” I said, my futa-dick swelling in my panties. “If Wendy’s okay with it.”

“Just so long as you remember she’s my girlfriend,” said Wendy a little possessively. “We’re going on a date on Friday.”

“Yep,” I said.

“And she’s coming over to my house to work on a project tonight,” Pita said. “And other things.”

“Isn’t your mom going to be home?” I pointed out. “And we need to get the project done.”

Pita’s face fell and we all giggled.

The rest of the lunch hour passed swiftly. I had a feeling that Veronica and Briana also wanted to be sex friends with me. This being a futanari was having a lot of perks. I just hoped I didn’t hurt Wendy. Maybe I would develop feelings to match hers, but…

Allie had claimed my heart so fast. It was so hard knowing she was eating lunch only twenty feet away.

The word that I was a futanari buzzed through the student body. Everywhere I went, people whispered. I felt girls and guys giving me strange looks. Sometimes curious, sometimes disgusted, and sometimes they were inscrutable. Professors welcomed me and told me they supported my decision to come out as a futanari.

“You’re so brave,” was said a lot to me over the course of the day. Sometimes, random girls would give me friendly hugs, girls I didn’t even know, and boys would give me fist pumps or high fives.

Others just gave me cold shoulders.

There was no way I could use the girl’s locker room for PE, my last class of the day. I took advantage of the offer to use the coach’s private room. It was installed a few years ago to cut down on any sort of rumors of inappropriate behavior between students and staff.

Of course, there was a whole group of lesbian professors who did naughty things with students. Dean Washington led them.

My cock felt so obvious during PE. Everyone seemed to be looking at it, which only made me pop a boner, as boys put it. I was so hard and aching, my gym shorts doing little to hide my arousal. Girls giggled and guy scowled as they realized just how big I was.

I couldn’t help it. The girls were looking cute in their shorts, especially Heather. Her butt was bubbly and cute, just molded by the red gym shorts we wore. My cheeks burned. I was so thankful when it was over and I could go to the private room and shower.

It was such a relief to strip out of my gym wear. I stood naked under the shower in the small room. It had a sink and a toilet with a shower in the corner. The entire floor was tiled and the room was open. You had no privacy, but it was a single use.

I ignored my hardon, fighting the urge to masturbate right here. I didn’t have that much time. I was soaping my breasts, rubbing my hands over my round tits, when the door creaked open behind me. I gasped and whirled, covering my tits.

My cock swung hard before me.

Coach Clarkson stood there, her eyes widening. Her cheeks went red and, for a moment, I thought she was going to enter. She stared at my dick bobbing before me, water dripping off of it. I didn’t know what to do.

Then she pulled the door shut. “Sorry, I forgot you were using it.”

“Oh, right,” I said, trembling. “I should have locked it.”

Didn’t I? Had she peeked in? Did she want to see my futa-cock? People always gossiped that a female gym coach was a dyke, but I didn’t think Coach Clarkson was. She didn’t have that look. Of course, neither did Wendy. Still, it must have just been an honest mistake.

But what if it wasn’t…?

Fantasies of the coach slipping in and doing things with me beneath the shower spray burned through my mind as I finished washing. It was so hard to pull my panties up and over my girl-dick. I really, really wished I had masturbated.

If coach Clarkson had caught me…

I was turning into such a pervert.

I headed to meet up with Pita and go home with her. I passed more students telling me, “You’re so brave!” like I had any control with coming down with Futanari Syndrome. It was just a strange roll of the genetic dice. I came up snake eyes or maybe double sixes.

I guess it depended if I saw being futa as having a glass half empty or half full.

Half full. I was liking having a futa-dick.

“There she is!” Pita grinned when I sauntered up. “Let’s give it up for Jenny! She’s so brave!”

A group of girls, with a few guys, clapped and cheered for me. They ranged from freshman Allie’s age to my fellow sophomores up to seniors. I blushed at the attention. It was so sincere, I could see it in the girls’ eyes, but it was also so cringy and embarrassing at the same time.

One guy held up a sign proclaiming, “Futanari ally!”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I was sure the guys were just there to score on the girls, but I didn’t want to be rude. So I smiled and waved to them. I blew a few kisses. More than a few girls had smoldering looks in their eyes.

I might end up with more sex friends then I could handle.

“Okay, okay,” Pita said. “Do I need to turn the hoses on you? Let’s go.”

She grabbed my hand and we headed to the city bus that would take us to her house. I saw Allie about to board a different bus and waved at her. She flashed me a thumbs up then grabbed her phone and sent a message.

I pulled it out and blushed. It was a shot of her pussy and said, “I’ll be wet and waiting for you to get home.”

When had she taken that pic?

“Secret message from that MILF of yours?” asked Pita as I thrust my phone back into my purse, my futa-dick still hard from my coach fantasy.

“Yeah,” I said. “She, uh, sent me a dirty pic.”

“You going to tell Wendy about her?” Pita asked as we climbed into the bus.