Longwood Academy Ch. 01-02

Author's note:

When I began writing this, it was indended as a new chapter for Life After Futas. About 20k words in, it was pretty obvious this was something else entirely. Now, with 41k words at the time of writing, it think it's about time to start letting my readers in on it.

Attention:

All characters depicted are over the age of 18. This is a work of fiction and is not intended to reflect reality. The anatomy of characters within this fiction differs from the anatomy of real humans. Many actions taken within this fiction would be unsafe if attempted in the real world. Within the world of this fiction, these acts are safe, even when they wouldn't be in real life. Do not attempt the acts depicted in this story. Reader discretion is advised.

2074

The sudden appearance of futas in 2026 was soon followed by the first generation of natural-born futas. Raising this first generation was uncharted territory. Until roughly the age of nineteen or twenty, natural futas were found not to be much different from anyone else from the other sexes. At that point, however it was discovered that they would undergo a sort of 'second puberty' wherein they would rapidly develop from mundane proportions into the more spectacular bodies futas tended to have.

It was soon discovered that this second puberty, also known as futamorphosis, came with such overwhelming hormone changes that the first baby-boom generation of natural futas were a menace to the public at large. Thus, the academy system arose so 'morphescent' futas could be kept contained for much of the day.

...

Mel lied in bed, nervous. Tomorrow would be her first day at Longwood Academy, and she hadn't even started her second puberty, despite being twenty years old. Futas usually took a gap year after high school, but after Mel ended up needing two gap years, her mother enrolled her preemptively, as the family doctor assured her it would be starting "any day now."

Mel's older sister, Luna, had started futamorphosis right on schedule, and had recently finished her sexual growth-spurt. At twenty-one, Luna now matched her mother's cock and breast size. Worse yet, Mel's nineteen-year-old younger sister, Annie, had started hers several months ago and would be starting school alongside her.

Mel wasn't only a late bloomer, either--she was the runt of the litter. She stood only five-feet tall, had measly little B-cup boobs, and her dick was a humiliating four-inch chode. Hell, she was somehow the only futa she knew that needed glasses! Visual impairments were an extreme rarity these days, especially in futas. People almost always assumed Mel was the youngest of her sisters, and worse yet, many guessed that she was a sissified male.

Before bed, Mel relieved her stress the only way she knew how: jacking off. She may not have had the sex-drive of her sisters, but she still had the urges of any twenty-year-old non-futa. After just a few minutes of stroking her dick while rubbing her clit, she was satisfied. In her post-nut daze, she licked up her cum and drifted to sleep.

Mel dreamt of being in the locker room, surrounded by the mean clique that used to bully her. They teased her for her tiny dick and flat chest, whipping her nuts with wet towels. Enraged, her dick suddenly grew in size like the Incredible Hulk, expanding to over a foot long. Her bullies were overwhelmed by the sight of her glorious dong, all bending over to offer themselves to her. Mel took her prize, giving them every inch in a raging revenge-fuck.

Soaked with sweat, Mel sat up in a panic. It was still dark, with only a couple of hours having passed since she went to bed. Yet, she was buzzing with energy, and her cock was rock-hard. Without a thought, Mel began stroking it. As her left hand found her clit, she felt that it was throbbing. Her hands seemed to move on their own as she quickly started masturbating so hard and fast that it hurt. After fifteen minutes of this, she came more than she'd ever cum before. As she thirstily lapped up her cum, she noticed that it tasted different--more delicious than ever. It even gave her the intoxicating buzz of a post-morphed futa's cum.

Her cock hadn't softened at all. She went at it again, even harder than before, this time cumming after just five minutes. She was still horny, so she kept at it, this time fucking herself with two fingers instead of rubbing her clit. After two minutes, she came again but felt even needier than when she started. She started back up, this time upping the ante to three fingers.

This time she didn't cum quite as easily as the previous times. Over forty-five minutes had passed before she finally came again, but that orgasm was the best so far. She was sure that this last climax would settle things, but she was still hornier than ever. Frustrated, she went at it again, letting out a pained whine and then screaming, "What's happening to meeeee?!"

There was a bang at Mel's door. She didn't know what came over her to make her scream like that; she was normally so polite. "Sorry! Don't come in," Mel called out.

Despite her protest, the door swung open. Horrified, Mel saw Annie standing groggily at the doorway, wearing knee socks and a tank top, but no bottoms, so her eight-inch sleep-boner was just swinging around. With all her willpower, Mel couldn't convince her hands to stop moving, so she was stuck furiously masturbating with her tired sister watching.

Annie stared drowsily for a few seconds, then snorted a bemused laugh and walked away without closing the door. Mel was baffled, and called out, "Could you please close the door?"

There was no response. After a brief wait, though, Annie returned, carrying a drawstring backpack. She wordlessly walked in and approached Mel's bed. She set the bag unceremoniously beside Mel and then, without warning, slapped Mel's balls like she was spiking a volleyball.

As Mel cried out, curled into the fetal position, Annie told her, "Mazel tov! You're a woman now. The first day sucks ass, so these are some of my sex toys. Have mom take you shopping for some of your own and then give them back."

As Annie was walking away, Mel caught her breath enough to ask, "Why'd you have to hit me in the balls?"

Annie simply shrugged and said, "Viv did it to me. Figured it was some kind of tradition. Funny thing is, six months into this shitshow, I'm getting kinkier and kinkier. Half the time I can't even cum without beating the hell out of my nuts. Go figure." With that, she walked out. Just before closing the door, she paused to say, "Welcome to hell."

Before Annie said it, it hadn't even occurred to Mel that she was starting her second puberty, but it was clearly the only explanation. For a few minutes, she was strangely shy about opening the bag. As her need overwhelmed her, though, she yielded. There were vibrators, dildos, masturbation sleeves, and even some kinkier options like ropes, paddles, and sounding rods.

Mel avoided the kinkier stuff, and after exploring options, settled on a sizable glass dildo in her pussy, a vibrating plug in her ass, a suction vibrator on her clit, and a strong wand vibrator banded tightly to her cock. With this set up, all she needed her hands for was fucking herself with the dildo. Her other hand was free to roughly pinch and tug at her nipples.

She was up masturbating like that until four in the morning, when she finally fell asleep. A few hours later, she was shaken awake by a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open to see her mom standing over her with loving concern.

"Long night?" her mom asked.

Mel was suddenly aware that the toys were all right where she'd left them the last time she came, and her naked body was glazed with her own cum. "Oh my god! Mom! I'm so sorry, I..."

"Don't worry, sweetie. This isn't my first rodeo."

Mel saw her point. When her sisters each started their futamorphosis, all semblance of privacy or modesty went out the window. They walked around in various states of undress and were utterly shameless about their masturbatory habits. Hell, just yesterday, Luna openly jerked off while eating breakfast and casually conversing with the family.

"You slept through your alarms," Mel's mom informed her. "You've got less than fifteen minutes to leave."

"Oh, crap!" Mel shouted, bolting upward. Without even bothering to cover up, she ran to the bathroom. She heard the shower running, but she didn't have time to be polite. She barged in and found Luna stepping out of the shower. Luna didn't initially react to being walked-in-on, but when she saw it was Mel, she was briefly taken-aback. This was very unlike Mel.

Mel slipped wordlessly passed her sister into the still-running shower. As fast as she could, she rinsed, lathered, and rinsed again, making sure to keep her hair dry. She had no time to deal with wet hair. After stepping out, she tapped the instant-defog button on the bathroom mirror. Looking at herself, Mel sighed.

She supposed it was unrealistic to expect she would have turned into a bombshell overnight, but it was still always disappointing to see the same-old same-old. It was the same old flat chest and tiny dick, same pale, freckle-covered skin, and the same unmanageable nest of frizzle red hair. She even had the same old red bush. Lots of futas didn't even grow pubic hair, and the ones that did just grew naturally-manicured-looking little patches up top. She was the only one she knew of that not only had a whole bush up top, but pube-covered pussy lips, too.

Cocking an eyebrow, she then noticed that there actually were a few changes already. Both her nipples and her balls had swollen up to be noticeably larger than before. Even her lips were a bit fuller and poutier. Liking the look of her lips, she blew a quick kiss at the mirror before brushing her teeth and putting her hair up in a bun.

Mel hurriedly got dressed in her knew uniform, which consisted of a pleated navy-purple miniskirt and a high-cropped white polo, made of a thin, stretchy cotton blend. She also opted to dawn the optional white thigh-high socks with stripes at the top which matched the skirt. She was tempted to put on panties as well, but her sisters thoroughly warned her that doing so would make her a laughingstock.

"Mel! Time to go!"

Hearing that, Mel ran out her door. On the way out, her mom kissed her cheek and wished her luck. Disappointed, Mel asked, "No breakfast?"

"Maybe if you had time, sweetie, but you're a woman now; the healthiest breakfast you can eat is cum."

Mel groaned. Trolling for cocks to suck at school definitely wasn't her style, and with everything going on in her body, she felt like she could eat her whole bodyweight and go back for seconds. With no time for that, she could only chase her sisters at the door.

It was a short walk to the metro stop at the end of her street. She and her sisters all scanned their student ID's, conveniently digitized in their Omni wristbands, at the kiosk screens and then stepped stepped onto the segment of the platform designated for Longwood students. Within a couple minutes, the small car arrived and was lowered to the platform with a hydraulic arm. To minimize stops and also wait time, these maglev metro trains were made up of small cars, with many of them taking off frequently on the multi-track system. They typically had around a dozen to two-dozen seats and would only need to stop a couple times during an average ride.

Once they got into the car and the doors shut behind them, it rose back up, disengaged from the arm, and hovered over the tracks. With a quick ding, it took off at blazing-fast speeds. Mel was caught off guard and swayed to the side, bumping into the girl next to her.

"Oh, sorry," she said, looking the girl over. Since this car was strictly for the route to Longwood Academy, the girl wore the same uniform as Mel, but she wore it a hell of a lot better. Her ample tits filled out her crop top so much that the shirt stopped hardly and inch below her nipple, leaving the rest hanging out. The skirt offered a similar dilemma, as a large portion of the girl's oversized cock hung below the hem, sitting nicely between her plump, luscious thighs.

"Don't worry about it," the girl told her with an easy smile. Mel was briefly transfixed by her smooth olive skin and caramel-colored eyes. "I'm guessing you're a freshman?"

Mel's throat was suddenly hoarse, and the best she could manage was a nod. The girl's look became one of amusement and curiosity, and she studied Mel's eyes intensely. "Wait," the girl said. "Did you, like, just start morphing in the last few days?"

Mel was nervous, and unsure how the girl could tell. "Ahem," she coughed, clearing her throat. "Yeah, um... last night, actually."

"Fuck. First day of school and first day of futamorphosis at the same time? Now this I wanna see. What's your name?"

"Um... Mel? Short for Melanie."

"Alright, Mel, I'm Dahlia. Consider me your mentor. I'll give you the lay of the land, and in exchange, you'll give me a front row seat to... whatever ends up happening to you today."

"Oh! Um... Okay?"

There was a beat of silence before Dahlia's hand drifted towards her cock, which was starting to harden. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath. "I literally just cock this thing under control." Dahlia then looked to Mel and seemed to get and idea. She bit her lip and then asked, "Are you hungry?"

Mel blushed bright red as she hungrily licked her lips as she eyed Dahlia'a cock. It was almost as big as Luna's, which meant it was around ten-and-a-half inches. Mel had given a few blowjobs before, but they were just on her old friend's six-incher. This would be a vastly different experience, but she didn't have the willpower to turn down the offer.

Mel nodded, and Dahlia pushed her into one of the seats, standing in front of her. Mel opened wide and stuck her tongue out a little, preparing to lick the head just like how her friend used to like. Before she could react, Dahlia shoved her cock into Mel's mouth and down her throat in one motion. It was was so abrupt and violent, Mel was dazed. Her throat and jaw were stretched so tightly, Mel was surprised that the girl could tolerate how hard her teeth were digging into her cock.

After waiting a few seconds in Mel's throat to savor it, Dahlia pulled most of the way back out and then slammed back in. After doing this a few times, she even stepped up to stand on the seat for more leverage. She rapidly and forcefully fucked Mel's throat down to the hilt, bashing her mons against Mel's nose with ever thrust.

Mel's mind was empty of thoughts. She was thrilled with a mix of terror and arousal. Her dick was raging at full mast, but thankfully with its size and the fact it pointed straight upwards, it wasn't even noticeable under her skirt. After about five minutes of this, Dahlia reached her limit, fucking rope after rope of hot cum into Mel's stomach for at least a minute. Shockingly for Mel, she came too. She was grateful the uniforms were put through electrostatic treatment that made cum slide right off of them, so it wasn't even a worry.

As the cock pulled out, Mel felt like her throat was going to be pulled inside out along with it. It successfully dislodged, though, leaving Mel panting and coughing, her face caked with saliva and residual cum. She hadn't even caught her breath before Dahlia's hand tugged at her shoulder.

"Hurry, bitch; we're here," Dahlia scolded.

Mel dizzily looked to see the train had arrived, and nearly everyone had shuffled out already. She hadn't even noticed it lowering during her rough treatment. She was really starting to think Dahlia wasn't the kind of girl she wanted to spend her time with, but she was already committed, at least for the day.

Dahlia walked Mel with a hand on her shoulder through the front garden and into the school building. It was an embarrassing show of dominance, but Mel was too cum-drunk to care. When Mel walked through the doors, she was overwhelmed. Morphescent futas gave off absurdly strong pheromones, so filling a whole school with them only served to hotbox the whole building with a potent sex-drug.

The sight of it was utterly absurd, as well. In the entry hall, futas were all around, chatting in circles or horsing around. Meanwhile, every last one of them was either mindlessly jerking off or in the midst of sucking and fucking each other. All Mel could do was gawk at it.

There was the click of a shudder as Mel noticed a camera in her face. Dahlia had apparently pulled an entire professional-grade camera out of her backpack without Mel noticing, and snapped a picture of her, which she was now laughing about. "Fucking priceless," she said.

Mel huffed. This girl was seriously testing her patience. She wasn't sure what she could do about it, though. If it came down to a physical confrontation, she would surely get her ass kicked.

"What's your locker number?" Dahlia asked, nonchalant.

Mel felt that her only option was to go along with what Dahlia wanted for now. The problem was, she was so high on cum and pheromones that she couldn't even remember her locker number, so she had to pull her schedule out of her backpack. As soon as she had it, Dahlia snatched it out of her hand.

"Nice, you're on the east wing--not too far from me. Follow me."

Without giving her schedule back, Dahlia led Mel to the hall on the left. At the first intersection, they took a right, and Mel's locker was halfway down on the bottom row on the right wall. Upon arriving, Dahlia looked at both sides of the schedule.

"What's your combo? You didn't write it down," Dahlia said, disappointed.

Thankfully, Mel had spent the last few weeks committing her combination to memory. "I know it," she said.

Mel had to bend over to dial in her combination. As she did, she felt Dahlia grabbing her ass with both hands, saying, "Ya know, we could..."

"No!" Mel growled summoning a commanding voice from deep in her chest that surprised even herself.

Dahlia backed off, grumbling to herself. After a few seconds, Mel heard a shudder click. This made her spring up and face the annoying girl, furious. "Why don't you just," she started saying, stopping herself before she could finish with "fuck off." Instead, she continued, "--Find your own locker. I don't think I'll be needing a mentor after all."

Dahlia gave Mel a sour look for a few seconds, seeming like she wouldn't leave. Then, she held Mel's schedule up in front of her camera to take a picture of it before dropping it to the floor. "I'll be seeing you around," she threatened, walking away.

Mel's heart was racing. A fight-or-flight response was coursing through her, with nowhere to go after the situation failed to escalate further. All-at-once, she was awash with emotions. With no other outlet, she bent to stick her head in her locker and began to sob. This was not shaping up to be a great first day.

...

2

Mel's homeroom was on the second floor, in Ms. Vulpa's room. The class consisted exclusively of freshman, many of which looked just as nervous as Mel. Mel found a seat towards the front with nobody next to her. The room was arranged with sturdy lab tables, and two chairs for each table. Before long, a thick-bodied girl with chestnut-brown hair and a cute, kind face entered. After scanning the room, she approached the seat next to Mel.

"Mind if I sit here?" she asked, her voice sounding somewhat meek and awkward.

"Sure," Mel responded with a shrug.

The girl sat and almost immediately started rambling nervously. "This place is so scary! I begged my moms to just let me stay home and masturbate, but they were adamant that I had come here. I just don't get the point! Like I get it for the brash jock futas or whatever, but there's no scenario where I'll be causing havoc in the town. It's not like we'll get much of an education here, so it would be better if I just kind of drop out of society for four years and then go to college afterward, ya know?"

"Um... I guess?"

"Right? Like, I don't know, maybe it's harder because I live in such a full house. I have a polycule of five moms--obviously only two of them are my biological parents, but they all raised me, so I think of them all as my moms, anyway. I also have four sisters, so we're evenly numbered between kids and moms. Our ages are all spaced way out, though, so none of us are really peers. I'm sorry--I'm rambling! I'm just really nervous because it's my first day--I mean, obviously! Duh, it's everyone's first day. Everyone here is just so... much! You're all so hot, with your monster dongs, and ugh, the butts! Here I am, just chubby with my weird little dick. Sorry! I'm only like a week into futamorphosis. Anyway, uh, what's your parental model like? Polycule, couple, single? Or do you have a dad? I met a family like that, once, like a male dad and a futa mom."

Mel was stunned when the girl finally stopped speaking. "Uh... single mom, two sisters--one older, one younger. I know what you mean, though, my dick is tiny and I'm not even twelve hours into futamorphosis. I'm a super late-bloomer. My mom enrolled me since I'm already twenty, and then last night it just happened out of nowhere."

"Wow! That's crazy! What are the odds? That's gotta suck! I couldn't manage to leave my room for like forty-eight hours when mine struck. Also, what kind of single mom? Like, do you and your sisters all have the same stud-mom, but they broke up, or what?"

"No, actually, my mom had, um... breeding parties."

"Oh! I've heard of that! Is that like some kind of orgy, or like a gangbang?"

Mel thought a moment, and said, "It varies, I guess. My mom did gangbangs for all of hers. She had her best friend set them up for her so her partners would be a surprise. Basically, her friend would find like twenty of the most hung futas she could and asked them to all set their intention to breed, so their bodies would prepare for fertility, or whatever. I'm sure there were some that didn't actually do it, and just showed up for sex, but as long as some of them actually did it, it was fine. There are other kinds, though, where a whole big group of futas who all want to get pregnant have an orgy until everyone there is knocked up. My mom preferred the gangbang, though, so she did that. She made videos, too. I hear her watching them, sometimes."

"That sounds so hot! Hell, if I did that, I'd want to look back at the footage, too. God! I wish I could do something like that! Sex is all I can think about, lately! Have you ever done it?"

Nervously, Mel told her, "Once, last year, with my friend Donna right before she moved away."

"Lucky! Were you the top, or bottom, or did you trade-off?"

"She topped," Mel said, visibly uncomfortable at this point.

"Hot! Was she big?"

Mel shrugged, saying, "Six inches."

"Pfft! Bigger than me. I'm only five inches."

Mel shrugged again. "You've got me beat."

"Shut up! By how much?"

"An inch..."

"No way! I've never ever heard of a futa that small! No offense! Can I see?"

Mel blushed and buried her face in her hands. "Um... maybe later? Not here, okay?"

"Later? Does that count as making a plan? Did I just make my first friend at this school?"

Talking into the table with her head down, Mel said, "I am honestly terrified that you really might've."

"That's so cool! What's your name? I'm Pam!"

"Mel," she answered.

It was about that time that the seats were all filled and the teacher rose to introduce herself. She was a total bombshell--tall and blonde, nicely filling out her blouse and pencil skirt. "Good morning, class. I'm Miss Vulpa, and I'll be your home room teacher. In case you haven't noticed, the adult futa academia system is pretty different from other schools you've been to. Futas at your age are, quite frankly, sex-crazed beasts.

"Therefore, along with educating you to bridge the gap between high-school and higher education, one of our goals here is to help you to burn off some steam. Part of that is through P. E., and our athletics program, and part of that is through giving you the leeway for sexual activity. During class, we ask that you try to keep that activity do quiet masturbation, unless the activity for class requires something more cooperative."

Miss Vulpa's gaze locked on Pam, who had her hand raised. "Yes, miss...?"

"Pam," she said. "You're saying we're allowed to masturbate in class? Like, I can masturbate right now, if I want?"

"Absolutely, Miss Pam. It would be a fool's errand to try to make you all abstain. I only ask that you clean up after yourself when it's not disruptive to do so. I have wet wipes on my desk."

Right away, Pam's skirt flipped up, and she started stroking her modest cock. Shortly afterward, a decent portion of the other girls in the class did the same. Mel wanted to--more than anything, but it seemed far too embarrassing. Miss Vulpa decided that was a good time to take attendance. By the time she was done, more than two-thirds of the class was masturbating under their tables. Mel's dick was so hard it hurt, and her pussy was so wet that she was sitting in a puddle. She very nearly gave in and touched her cock but was interrupted when Miss Vulpa stood straight and asked for everyone's attention.

"Alright, class--now that everyone is accounted for, I'd like everyone's attention." She paused a moment until all eyes were on her. "For those of you that aren't aware, homeroom works a little different here than what you might be used to. We've found that students tend to be even more preoccupied with sex than usual at the start of the day, so home room doubles as a sort of hands-on sexual education."

Without warning, the teacher unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, showing off her ten-inch cock and unbelievable legs. "This is why I love my job. So, class, today we'll be practicing cunnilingus and anilingus. To start, I will ask for a volunteer, who I will eat out, and then will practice what she learned on me. Then, you may choose partners and practice on each other. Participation, of course, is encouraged, but not mandatory. All sexual contact must be consensual, in this school and in life."

Mel's jaw dropped. In her wildest dreams, she never would've thought things would go this way. She couldn't even process what was happening.

"Now, by a show of hands, would anyone like to volunteer?"

Most of the hands in the class went way up, including Pam's. Miss Vulpa pointed at a pretty brunette girl in the front and asked, "You--Ivy, correct?"

"Yes, miss."

"Come on up."

Miss Vulpa grabbed a small remote and pressed a button, which caused a platform to raise up out of the floor, along with a robotic arm equipped with a camera, which streamed a live feed that was projected on the board. "Now, Ivy--I'll be projecting this for everyone to see. Are you comfortable with that?"

"Um, yeah, that sounds pretty hot, actually."

"Fantastic! Why don't you take a seat on this platform and lie back. Would you like a pillow?"

"That's okay, thanks," Ivy said, grinning excitedly as she sat on the table and lifted her skirt. Her eight-inch, precum-glazed cock was blown up huge on the board for everyone to see. She then laid back and folded her legs. The teacher gently moved the girl's balls aside and showed the girl's gorgeous pussy and pristine asshole.

Mel stared, eyes wide, shell-shocked. Pam leaned over and told her, "I can't believe I tried to get out of coming to this school!"

Miss Vulpa, now on her knees, got her face very close, and said, "Now personally, I like to start at the butt and work my way up. Back before futas, that would have been inadvisable, because the human anus was unsanitary back then and there was a risk of infection."

Without further prelude, Miss Vulpa put her lips on Ivy's asshole and kissed it passionately while the girl shuddered in delight. After a slow kiss, she licked it with the flat of her tongue and then tickled around and over it. She then teasingly kissed and licked the inner butt cheeks, slowing working her way back to the hole. When she reached it again, she continuously licked and open mouth kissed it for what felt like a strangely long period of time, which really only amounted to a few minutes.

The teacher was hyperfocused, only stopping briefly halfway through to ask, "Do you like that?" She hadn't even looked up, so it was like she was asking Ivy's ass directly.

After a while, Miss Vulpa seemed to notice how long she'd been focusing on the girl's ass and pulled back, looking somewhat embarrassed. "Excellent," she said. "Now I'm going to work my way up. Now for cunnilingus. The most important thing to know about eating pussy is that communication is key. Listen to your partner, and when you're on the receiving end, be sure to verbalize. So, Ivy, as I go, I want you to indicate what's working for you, and what isn't. When it comes to your clit, everybody has different motions and techniques which they prefer. Ivy, what is your preference when manipulating your clitoris?"

Ivy bit her lip nervously and said, "I don't know... I've always sort of jerked off; I don't really go down there."

Miss Vulpa clicked a, "Tisk, tisk, tisk." "After trying this, I doubt that will continue to be the case." She briefly ducked back in to softly kiss the girl's labia, then pulled back and said, "A lot of people make the mistake of focusing solely on the clitoris. The clitoris is extremely sensitive, however, so you can do a lot with a little. I like to tease and play all over the vulva. First, though, I'm going to contradict myself by gently sucking your clit."

Miss Vulpa put her lips on the girl's relatively small clit and kissed, then left her lips around it while Ivy squirmed and squealed. When Miss Vulpa decided she'd had enough, she pulled that. "How was that? A bit much?"

Ivy, with her face flushed red, nodded frantically. "A bit, yeah. Holy shit."

Miss Vulpa grinned sadistically, then quickly smacked her lips on the Ivy's clit before saying, "Good." She then went lower, systematically licking and kissing up each side of the girl's labia. Then she came down from above her clit, stimulating the base of it indirectly by applying pressure to its hood. Finally, she zeroed in on the main course, brushing her limp tongue over it from side to side, then up and down, and then in circles.

"Yes! Like that!" Ivy begged.

Miss Vulpa continued with circles, eventually using her hand to pull the skin taut just above it to expose a little more from under the hood. Ivy seemed to like that. She had a hand on her own tit, pinching her nipple, and the other squeezing her own neck. She pleaded, "Fuck! Harder! Faster!"

Miss Vulpa did as asked, rigorously massaging the girl's clit with her tongue. Before long, the girl's legs clamped around Miss Vulpa's head, then seized and spasmed. As her clitoral orgasm peaked, a torrent of cum shot from Ivy's cock and sprayed all over her own face.

As the girl went limp and her cum dribbled to a stop, Miss Vulpa pulled her face away. "Fantastic. How was it?"

Ivy panted. Between breaths, she managed to answer, "A... mazing. Holy... fuck."

Miss Vulpa chuckled, and said, "I'll take that as a compliment." She then got to her feet and turned to the class. "Now, class--I'm going to give Ivy a minute to cool down and then she can try it on me, if she chooses. While I do that, I would like those of you who are interested to pick partners and try this for yourselves. There are buttons on the sides of your tables that will flip the tabletops. The under-sides are rubber mats, so you can comfortably lie on top of them. Also, remember, don't be afraid to say 'no' if you aren't interested."

Pam turned to Mel with a pleading look in her eyes, poking her index fingers at each other. "Mel could you please be my partner for this?"

Mel was really nervous about the prospect. If the rational part of her brain was in charge, she probably would have declined. After witnessing, that, however, the horny part of her brain was the only part with any control over her. Aside from that, it felt like it would have been way too mean to turn down this awkward, lonely girl. Plus, it helped that she was pretty cute.

"Okay," she agreed.

"Yes!" She celebrated, making a 'cha-ching' gesture with her arm. "Thank you so much! Can I try on you, first? That looked super hot and I've always wanted to try it."

Mel didn't see any problem with that, so she agreed. Just as she was getting up, she spotted Pam staring starry-eyed at the front, and turned to look. Miss Vulpa was now on the table, spread out and on display. Every part of her was so incredibly sexy that Mel thought she could pass out. Without taking her eyes away, she pressed the button to flip the table.

Mel's body was desperate. She needed to get off as soon as possible. She managed to wrench her eyes away from the teacher long enough to sit up on the table and lift up her skirt. This managed to shock Pam's eyes away from the teacher as well. She gawked at what was between Mel's legs, stunned.

"Oh my god! Mel, your dick..."

"It's tiny, I know," she groaned.

"No, not that; Mel it's so pretty!"

Mel blushed and closed her legs. "What?" she asked, incredulous.

"Your dick, Mel--it's beautiful! I've never seen anything like it. I mean, the shape, the angle, the silky, delicate skin... wow! I didn't even know they could have freckles. It's covered it them, your balls, too."

Mel blushed, feeling deeply embarrassed. "Okay, thanks," she said curtly, not entirely believing the praise. "Enough attention on that, though."

Pam nodded eagerly and tucked her nose under Mel's balls while Mel lied back, letting her head tilt back over the edge of the table so she could watch what was happening with Miss Vulpa. She got goosebumps as she felt Pam's breath on her. Just like the teacher had done, Pam started by eating Mel's ass. Mel went cross-eyed as she felt the odd girl's mouth massaging her rear.

For someone so inexperienced, Pam was doing a great job. Mel was so horny and sensitive that a breeze probably could have made her cum, but in this case, it was Pam's tongue in her ass. Less than a minute into it, Mel's hips bucked and she shot cum all over herself. Pam either didn't notice or didn't care, because she just kept going.

Soon after, she moved up, mimicking the same moves the teacher had demonstrated. When she finally stopped teasing and started licking Mel's clit, she came again in only seconds, harder this time. Drenched with cum, she pushed Pam's head back, indicating she was done.

"Good job," Mel said, chuckling to herself.

Pam smiled proudly. "I really, really liked doing that. You taste amazing."

Mel smiled tiredly and thanked her as she got down from the table. "Your turn," she said.

"I wanna try something," Pam told her as she climbed up on the table facing forward, then settled with her face down and her ass up. "Can you do it from behind like this?"

Mel had no problem with that, since Pam's big fat ass made her mouth water. Instinct took over as Mel buried her face firmly between the girl's plush cheeks. She sloppy licked up and down her pussy and ass, indulging in the taste of her sweet juices. The girl was delicious, but Mel thought of something that would make her taste even better. She pulled back, gathered as much of her own cum from her torso as she could with her hand, then smeared it onto Pam's ass and pussy.

Now the taste was perfect. She went a different route than Pam or the teacher had. She figured that since Pam had already been jacking off for a while, she was probably pretty close to cumming. After some sucking and licking on her clit, she went over the edge and shot a large puddle of cum onto the table.

Mel grinned as she scooped as much cum as she could into her mouth. With her mouth full, she put her lips to the girl's asshole and filled it with her own cum. The girl cried, "What are you--whaaaa oh my god thank you!"

Then, Mel hungrily ate the girl's asshole while grabbing, shaking, and smacking her ass cheeks. She didn't care about anything else, eating this ass was the only thing in the world to Mel. After about a half hour, Miss Vulpa announced that it was time to clean up. Mel hardly noticed until Miss Vulpa chided her by name.

Mel pulled back, dazed. Pam was completely limp on the table with her eyes rolled back and her tongue out. There was significantly more cum on the table than before; the table was covered with it, and it even spilled out onto the floor.

Mel chuckled, and asked, "Sorry, I was in the zone, I guess. How many times did you cum?"

"I have no idea," Pam answered dreamily. "It just kept coming and coming."

Mel helped Pam down from the desk and looked over what must've been two gallons of cum all over the table and floor. The teacher must've noticed her trying to puzzle-over how she would clean it up with wet-wipes, because she said, "Don't worry about it. Just hit the button to flip the table and it'll start a power-wash. I'll use the mop-robot after class for the floor. Just wipe up your chair, and probably yourself."

That was simple enough. Pam was still too weak-in-the-knees to stand so while she regained her composure on the floor, Mel wiped up both chairs. When the bell rang, Mel helped her new friend up and walked her out.