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THE SCHOOL TEACHER’S
NEW STUDANTS:
A Futanari Fable
BOOK I

By Hardcover

Once upon a time, not really that long ago, in a land that isn’t really that far away, a handsome young school teacher arrived for his first day of work at the Florentine Universal Technological Academy, a posh elite private school for girls on the outskirts of town, by way of a big yellow cab. The school teacher hopped out of the cab quickly, eager, if somewhat apprehensive, to start his interview so he could begin that first magical moment of filling young minds with vast amounts of knowledge (Yes, dear readers, The School Teacher was a hopeless idealist). In truth, he was also happy just to get out of the cab, and away from Bernie the driver, who was a very nice and friendly man, too be sure, but also far too talkative and insisted and regaling the School Teacher with the details of his entire life story from his parents getting drunk backstage at a Twisted Sister concert all the way up until breakfast that morning.

The School Teacher’s name was Randal, but he preferred the less formal moniker of Randy. He was a young man just into his mid twenties, and had black hair that he kept slightly thick and parted down the middle. His eyes were a deep blue color and he kept clean shaven. He was small of build and thin, being a studious sort of fellow and never really that athletic except for swimming and jogging. He wore wide wire frame glasses and was dressed in black pants, a white long sleeve shirt, and brown tie and a brown sports coat with patches on the elbows that looked like the sort of thing that might be worn by a man three times his age. He wore polished brown loafers on his feet, and kept an old antique Rolex watch on his wrist.

The School Teacher was a very shy and private man, having been raised as an only child. In fact, once upon a time Randy had been born as the younger brother of his sister, but she had died tragically when he was only two, for when she was only five years of age his sister had, in fact, been killed by kindness. Kindness being the rather ironic name of a neighbor’s Doberman Pincher.

Randy the School Teacher had come here in hopes of landing his first full time teaching job. Up until now, he had made his living as a substitute. This job would involve a full time teaching position, and he would have to board at the school. Just on the chance that he would get the job, he had brought with him a packed suitcase.

This was alright with Randy, who was having trouble keeping his one bedroom apartment on the rather thin pocket change he made as a substitute. Also, a change of scene was exactly what The School Teacher needed, for he had just undergone a startlingly unpleasant split from his skinny waif like girlfriend of many years. Unfortunately, The School Teacher had made the colossal mistake of suggesting to his anorexic and skeletal girlfriend that she might want to think about gaining some weight. In a fit of incredulous rage, The Waif had purged the poor School Teacher from her life, in a manner not unlike the way she frequently purged the contents of her stomach.

And so, when the opportunity at Florentine arrived by post, he had quickly jumped at the chance, although, for the life of him, Randy could not remember actually applying for the position. He responded anyway, however, and was quickly phoned and asked to come to the school today.

And so, gentle readers, Randy approached the front doors of the school for the first time, not unlike Prince Valiant or Sir Lancelot. The building seemed to be a very unusual sort, big and large and designed with a medieval flourish that made it resemble a large magic castle, complete with turrets and stone block walls. It bore a slight resemblance, actually, to a cross between the fantasy land castle at and an aged castle from the Kind Arthur era. However, once he got inside he found it business as usual: modern decor and current design. A few girls in school uniforms were running around, glancing at him and whispering in a way that made The School teacher blush.

Above the far wall of the first room, a large plush waiting room of some kind was huge metal piece of art, almost like a code of arms, that seemed to be the logo for the school. It was a thick wide brass shield, raised a little in the center. At the bottom a sword was thrust under it, leaving part of the blade and the hilt jutting out at the underside. On the upper right hand side, about the o’clock position if this had been a time piece, a spear jutted out at north eastern angle. Around the sides of the shield was engraved the name of the school, and in the center, in elegant cursive script, was engraved the sentence, “Duality is the nature of the universe.”

The School Teacher blinked: What an odd decoration.

He located the administrative offices quickly, informing the girl at the desk of who he was and why he was here. He was directed to the end of the hall towards the principle’s office.

The door to the Principle’s office was large and wooden, and contained a gold plaque on the door that read “Principle Sophie Lying Bear.” It took Randy a second to realize that it was an American Indian name: Lying Bear. He took a deep breath, and began to run over his qualification in his head. He had carefully rehearsed the interview, well into the night, thinking of every question he might be asked and making notes of all his good points, experience and qualifications. He had spent many long hours creating a portfolio over the last week, and had rewritten many times. It had been a lot of hard work, but now he hoped it would pay off.

Timidly, he knocked on the door, good manners stating that one should always knock before entering, keeping all his hard work in mind.

From the other side a sweet female voice said, “Come on in.”

Randy pushed the door open and found himself standing in a large old fashion office of dark wood. There was a large desk in the far center in front of a tall wide window. Plush leather chairs sat in front of the desk, and all in all the room was a typical office, although a little more elaborate then the ones the School Teacher had seen.

Standing next to the desk, The School Teacher spied a medium sized woman with dark skin and long brown hair. She was curvaceous and a large breasted, and quite pretty. She hand on tight blue jeans, a tank top, and wore a Red Sox hat on her head. She smiled warmly at Randy as he came in cautiously.

“Principle Lying Bear?” He asked her.

“That’s me, the one and only.” She grinned a little wider, “What? Were you expecting someone who looked more like an Indian?”

“More like a principle.” Randy admitted and instantly regretted saying it.

However, The School Teacher was lucky in that Principle Lying Bear seemed to pay the comment no mind. She looked him up and down with that same warm smile and stepped forward to greet him.

“What can I do for you?” She asked.

Randy stepped forward offering his hand, “Hi, I’m Mr. Randy Turner. I’m here about the teaching position?”

This was it, this was the moment he had worked so hard for. Now, he could put all his preparation to good use. If he stayed calm and collected, he should be able to sell himself as the best one for the job over the next hour or so. He had worked hard to be prepared, and now all his efforts would come into play. His portfolio was in order, and he had rehearsed any number of questions that might come up. It had been many a sleepless night, but it would be worth it if he just aced this interview.

Principle Lying Bear said, “Wonderful, you’re hired. How soon can you start?”

The School Teacher blinked in surprise, “Um . . . you don’t want to interview me first?”

The Principle waved him off, “Nah, I’ve done my homework on you, and you’re definitely the man for the job. I’ll show you around the school and then we can get you set up with a living room, and office and a classroom. Tomorrow wouldn’t be too soon for you to start, would it?”

No wanting to disappoint, Randy said, “Not at all, Principle Lying Bear.”

She took him by the arm, leading him out, “First things first, call me Sophie. Please.”

That was unusual; he wasn’t accustomed to calling any of his fellow teachers by their first name. But, he wanted to please, and he needed this job.

“Okay, Sophie.” He replied amiably.

Sophie walked to her desk and picked up two glasses and poured golden liquid from a decanter into each of them. She walked over to Randy, offering him a glass. He didn’t want to take it, it was a great violation of ethics to drink while on the job, but he didn’t want to insult his boss.

He took the glass; Sophie’s eyes sparkled over the rim of hers, “A toast, to the new teacher of Florentine.”

They clinked their glasses together and drank. The School Teacher downed the magic potion and found it tasty and smooth. He began to feel a little light headed.

They began the tour, Sophie taking The School Teacher around the grounds and giving him a lowdown on the layout of the school. It was quite a big place, this school: Three stories high with vast outside grounds, a gymnasium complete with swimming pool, and a large auditorium. As Sophie continued, he became aware that this school was more up to date and top of the line then any he had ever been in, despite its medieval appearance.

Students hurried back and forth from time to time. The school uniform consisted of a plaid skirt, a short sleeve white shirt, and plaid bow at the neck, and knee high white socks, giving the girls the traditional “school girl” look. The girls were quite pretty and full of life, and The School Teacher found that he had to keep his eyes where they belonged. Many of the girls looked at him and blushed a bit, and The School Teacher noticed that they seemed to hold their book bags in front of them a lot, in a peculiar manner.

Sophie brought the tour to the dorm rooms, located on the third floor.

Quothe Sophie: “I think you’ll like it here. Everything you could need is available, and the students are smart and eager to learn and VERY friendly. And you have to admit: Our girls are hot.”

Sophie winked at The School Teacher, who immediately blushed at the suggestion. It was, of course, gentle readers, considered highly inappropriate to lust after one’s own students.

“They are quite pretty.” The School Teacher meekly said, “Why, if you don’t mind my asking, aren’t their skirts so short?”

Sophie giggled, “They’re not, they’re normal length. The girls like to roll them up at the waist so they can show more leg and strut their stuff. We allow a certain amount of leeway with the dress code in that manner. It helps that the students are easy on the eyes, if you catch my drift.”

Her drift, The School Teacher did indeed catch. Another student hurried past them. In addition to hiking up her skirt, this one had undone the bottom buttons on her top and had tied the ends under her breasts, giving her a bare midriff. Randy pried his eyes away from her and back to Sophie, who he found eyeing him with a raised eyebrow.

“Don’t be afraid to look at them.” Quothe Sophie, “They love the attention. Don’t worry, they won’t get offended and neither will I.”

The School Teacher didn’t respond, simply nodded his head, turning pink with a little embarrassment. He wasn’t used to being given permission to ogle his students. The tour concluded at one of the many teachers’ lounges throughout the building.

“I’ll leave you to get settled. I took the liberty of having your bags brought up to your room. You’ll find an outline of tomorrow’s lesson plan on the desk, but don’t feel bound by it, I encourage my teachers to put as much of themselves into their work as possible. I’ll have a couple of girls show you to your room.” Sophie told him, putting an arm around him and making the shy School Teacher look down in embarrassment.

Sophie clapped her hands, “Sasha! Kelsey!”

The two girls who had been standing by the door jumped up and came over.

“Girls, this is out new teacher, Mr. Turner.” She said, introducing him, “Please see that he gets to his room and that his is made welcome. I’ll be by later to check on you and see how you’re settling, Randy.”

With that, Sophie waved good bye and started off down the hall.

The School Teacher turned back to the two girls and was shocked to find them staring at him with wide, star struck eyes.

The first girl, Sasha, had long wavy black hair the fell down over her shoulders in curls at the ends. She had wide, brown eyes and warm peach color to her skin. Her breasts seemed full and big, a C cup probably, under her top.

The other girl, Kelsey, was blonde. Her hair was parted in the middle and curved along her head in arches. She had it tied behind her head in a ponytail. She had green eyes and a fair complexion. Her breasts were slightly larger then her companion’s.

The two of them had hiked up their skirts and tied off their shirts to expose more skin then their outfits were intended for.

Both girls stared at him, grinning from ear to ear. The School Teacher blushed at the attention. He became aware that their expressions resembled a typical teen with a crush. They were looking him over excitedly as if he were a celebrity.

Sasha took his hand, “Pleaser, Teacher, come with us. We’ll get you to your room and make you feel comfortable.”

“Yes,” Said, Kelsey, taking his arm, “Don’t worry, were both VERY friendly. You’ll like it here; we’ll make sure of that.”

The School Teacher stammered a little, but was led down the hall and eventually to his room. Once he entered, he had to gasp: The room looked like a fancy hotel room with all the trimmings. There was a large bed, a couch, and easy chair, and wide desk multiple clothes cabinets. There was even a big screen TV. Randy noticed a large file on the desk and his suitcase in the corner. Kelsey walked over and opened a door, revealing a large bathroom complete with tub and shower.

“This is a teacher’s room, so you get your own shower. The girls shower communally.” Kelsey explained.

“Um . . . well . . . thank you, girls. I’m sure this will do fine.” He said.

“If you need anything, ANYTHING at all, just let us know.” Sasha said to him.

The way she raised her eyebrows at him when she said ‘anything’ the second time made The School Teacher swallow nervously. She suddenly seemed like the Evil Queen offering Snow White an apple. He turned to the desk and opened the file, looking over the lesson plan for the next day. As he leafed through it, he became aware that the girls had not left the room. Sasha came over and sat on the edge of his desk, her legs crossed in a playful fashion.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Mr. Turner?” She asked, twirling a lock of her hair.

The School Teacher blushed, “No . . . uh . . . yes, well . . . that is . . . I had one but we broke up recently.”

“How long were you two together?” Sasha asked, leaning over.

Randy sighed, not wanting to broach this subject, “Two years.”

The School Teacher felt Kelsey coming up behind him, like Hansel and Gredle sneaking up behind the old witch in the candy house.

“And now you’re all alone?” Kelsey asked with a sympathetic look, “That’s so sad. Don’t worry, Mr. Turner, we’ll keep you company.”

“What?” Quothe the School Teacher, “That’s . . . that’s not necessary.”

Sasha had hopped off the desk and come over to him, “Oh but you shouldn’t be alone. That’s no fun. We’ll stay with you and help you take your mind off that ungrateful bitch.”

He was about to tell her that she’d just used inappropriate language, but his was interrupted by Kelsey putting her hands on his shoulders. She brushed her hands sexily across his shoulders, massaging his muscles. His head was swimming a bit, probably from that drink Sophie had given him.

Sasha said, “Listen, Teacher, this is a very small private school, and we’re all very close here so why don’t you let us relax you a bit and take your mind off everything.”

The School Teacher realized he was slowly being pushed towards the bed by the two girls, almost as if he was on a magic carpet. Before he could do anything, he hit the edge and fell back into a sitting position on the mattress. Both girls sat down next to him, their arms running over him. They were now eyeing him with undisguised lust. The School Teacher thought that maybe he should have gone running screaming out the door, but the girls were oh so pretty, and their bodies felt oh so exquisite against his.

He yelped as the girls began to kiss his cheeks and his neck, he was being seduced by his own students. He had only just gotten the job, and now it looked like he was about to get fired. Sasha kissed him on the lips, a wet passionate kiss. His head swam a little, he was definitely getting drunk. Suddenly he realized the he was kissing her back. He moved his arms to protest, and they pushed him back on his back on the bed.

Kelsey planted her lips on his next and began to kiss him, letting her tongue slide in and out of his mouth. Crazily he noticed that Kelsey seemed to be hiding something beneath her skirt, as he could definitely feel something poking his thigh.

Sasha was kissing his neck and shoulders, one of her hands went to work unbuttoning his shirt. One it was undone, she ran her hands all over the bare flesh of his chest, kissing his skin and even licking at his nipples.

Kelsey broke the kiss and straitened up. She undid her own top and slid it off, revealing the lacy bra she wore underneath. She reached behind herself and unclasped it, slipping it down slowly, carefully exposing her breasts to him. His eyes went wide as Kelsey stripped herself topless, and he realized he was getting hard.

“So you like them?” She cooed seductively, squeezing her boobs for him.

All the School Teacher could do was nod, his mouth had gone dry and he couldn’t seem to find his voice. Kelsey crawled over him cat like, grinning like a Cheshire Cat, she leaned over and returned her lips to his, kissing The School Teacher deeply and wetly. Randy felt his resolve disappearing as the weird euphoric effects of the drink were clouding his head. He kissed her back, as if under the spell of some magic potion.

Sasha had slipped her shirt off as well, revealing a silken black bra underneath. She undid the clasp in the front and slipped it off, exposing her naked breasts. She grinned at Mr. Turner impishly, her nipples stood out strait and stiff.

“What do you think?” She cooed, “I know they’re not as big as Kelsey’s, but aren’t they nice?”

Again, all Randy could do was nod. Kelsey began kissing his chest as Sasha leaned over and playfully rubbed her breasts against Mr. Turner’s face. She pushed one nipple into the School Teacher’s mouth, letting a small moan escape her mouth as she did. The School Teacher couldn’t resist, sucking and licking on her erect nipple. He was too far aroused to say no at this point. All he could hope for was that the girls were discreet.

He moaned as he felt Kelsey’s hand on his crotch, massaging his hard penis through his pants. Kelsey moved down and started to unbuckle his pants. She quickly undid them and pulled them down, revealing the huge bulge in his boxer shorts. Kelsey rubbed him through his shorts, stimulating him.

“Ooo, you’re nice and hard for us.” Kelsey giggled, “You’re a healthy man, Mr. Turner.”

Kelsey pulled the School Teacher’s magic wand out of his pants, rubbing her hands along the side as if she was Aladdin rubbing the magic lamp. Masturbating him slowly, she ran her tongue along the shaft before putting his cock in her mouth and beginning to suck on him. She moved up and down, taking the hard dick in her mouth. The School Teacher moaned with pleasure, she had obviously done this before.

Sasha quickly joined her, and Kelsey offered Mr. Turner’s lance to her friend. Sasha eagerly slipped it onto her mouth, and began to blow him with the same enthusiasm. His mind was in a complete fog, he couldn’t believe he was doing this. Performing acts of a sexual nature with his students, why it was an outrageous act of indecency, a flagrant violation of the ethical codes of a teacher. But they were both so good and they seemed to be enjoying it so much.

As Sasha sucked on him she mumbled, “Ah, you taste so good, Mr. Turner.”

Kelsey had gotten up and unzipped her skirt. She pushed it down and crawled back, taking the School Teacher’s sword from Sasha. Although she had moved quite fast, Mr. Turner was sure he had noticed that something was stuffed in the front of her underwear. Whatever could it be?

Could she be hiding cigarettes in there? So unhealthy! He would have to talk to the school nurse.

As Kelsey happily performed her fellatio, Sasha slipped out of her own skirt, revealing a small pair of black silk thong panties. The School Teacher noticed that she too seemed to have cigarettes or something stuffed into her underwear. He was going to say something when he realized with a start that the bulge wasn’t being made by cigarettes. It was fairly obvious based on the shape and size what Sasha had hidden in her panties, and Randy stared in disbelief. This was simply not possible.

Sasha noticed him staring and smiled mischievously at him. She pulled her panties off and tossed them to the floor, revealing the truth. There, between her legs, was a fair sized male penis, hard and erect, attached to Sasha. It was slightly long and thick, a good eight and a half inches, and beneath them was obviously a scrotom, although it looked small and hadn’t seemed to have dropped. The School Teacher’s blood ran cold with shock, he felt like he was about to swallow his tongue. He didn’t want to believe what he was seeing.

“Oh my god!” He exclaimed, “You’re a boy?!?”

“No!” Sasha protested, “I’m a girl. Well, mostly. I’ve got both, see?”

Sasha opened her legs and there beneath her male sex organs was quite obviously a large, wet and swollen female vagina. She held the lips open to demonstrate more. The School teacher swallowed hard and almost fainted like Sleeping Beauty. He sat up abruptly and tried to get up off the bed.

“What the hell? That’s not possible! What the heck are you?” Randy exclaimed compassionately.

Randy turned and noticed Kelsey had taken off her bottoms as well and blanched when he saw that she too had a dick as well as pussy. He froze up, his brain refusing to process what he was seeing.

“Oh my god!” He shrieked, “You too? What’s going on in this place?”

Quothe Sasha, “We’re futas. We’re girls, but with a cock.”

“That’s insane.” The School Teacher gasped, staring at them.

“Oh?” Sasha said, “Are you a bigot?”

That one got through to Mr. Turner, “Of . . . of course not.”

“You don’t like me just ‘cause I have a penis.” Sasha continued, “That’s kind of prejudiced. You thought we were cute before you knew. Teacher, you’re a meanie.”

The School Teacher tried to say something back, but he was too dumbfounded and the effect of whatever Sophie had given him was making his head swim. He simply backed up on the bed as the girls came forward, crawling across the bed with enthusiasm, their stiff cocks malevolently ready.

Kelsey grabbed The School Teacher’s cock again, stroking it with her fingers, “Well, at least part of you isn’t so disgusted by us, isn’t that right, Teacher?”

She slipped it back into her mouth and began to suck on him again, her hand slowly jerking her own cock in small motions. I all seemed too bizarre for Mr. Turner, who was completely at a loss. Sasha was rubbing her own penis up and down, stroking it with her hand and fingers, her eyes alive passion.

The School Teacher fell back on his bed, unable to fight the way his body was betraying him. He had to admit, Kelsey’s fellatio was astonishingly good. A small moan escaped his lips as she slurped on him. Suddenly, Sasha was above him, spreading her pussy lips.

“Teacher, eat my girl part, please?” She said lowering her self down over his face.

The young School Teacher couldn’t seem to resist anymore, and that pussy seemed really inviting. Against his better judgment, he slipped his tongue into Sasha’s hole, trying hard to ignore the stiff dick just inches from his face. The scent of her sex wafted into his nose as he slipped his tongue against her pussy and licked it, running his tongue over the labia. She moaned and slowly moved her hips with pleasure. He licked at her clit, loosing most of his reservations in the juice of her vagina.

He felt lightheaded and drunk, all his reason and inhibition seemed to float away, as he found a world of delight in his Student’s pussy. He lapped at her hungrily as Kelsey sucked on him, licking the shaft of his cock and sucking on his balls. He could almost forget that both girls had a penis.

And then Sasha pulled back a little. It took the good hearted but slow on the Teacher a second to realize that she was guiding her penis towards his mouth.

“Awe, don’t forget about my cock.” She pouted, “It needs attention too.”

“I . . . I . . . don’t know how to do that.” The School Teacher stammered.

“Awe, but you know what you like to have done to you.” Quothe Sasha, “Just do that to me.”

With is good reason impaired, Randy found himself placing his lips on her penis and licking it along the shaft. It felt soft and good to the touch. Sasha moaned and groaned with pleasure and Randy let the cock go into his mouth. He began to suck, imitating the movement of the few women who had been goodly enough to go down on him. A tingling pleasant feeling flowed through his body and he realized with a bit of shame that he was enjoying this. But he was unable to stop himself.

He reached up with one hand and touched Sasha’s pussy, slipping his fingers in and out of her vagina as he sucked on her cock. Sasha squealed with glee as she wiggled her hips, her cock moving in and out of his mouth.

“Oh, Teacher!” Sasha exclaimed, “You’re so good at that!”

The School Teacher had never been gay, so he couldn’t’ figure out what was wrong with him, why he was enjoying this so much. The girl’s penis felt good and warm between his lips as he sucked on her.

Kelsey stopped sucking on his cock and stood up over him; she lowered herself down and slipped down onto his stiff member, slipping it slowly into her pussy. Randy moaned as her juices coated his penis. She slid down lower and lower, letting out loud moans until he was all the way inside of her. She started to move up and down, driving his cock in and out. Almost unconsciously, he began to thrust back.

Kelsey was bouncing up and down on his cock, her hand gripping her own cock and masturbating rapidly. She had her head back and her eyes closed as she was fucked, making little squealing sounds of pleasure.

“Oh, Teacher! I love you!” She moaned.

The School Teacher was trembling with pleasure. His student felt so good on his cock as he fucked her. The cock felt good in his mouth as he lost all sense of reality. All that seemed to matter was the fun they were having. He sucked greedily on Sasha’s penis, unable to control his lust.

Sasha moaned and squealed, “Oh, Teacher! I’m gonna cock cum.”

Sasha spasmed above him and cried out loudly. Randy felt his mouth fill with the warm salty taste of semen as Sasha ejaculated into his mouth. He didn’t know what else to do so he swallowed it. Sasha jacked herself off into his mouth until her convulsions subsided.

Abruptly, Sasha got up and turned around. She sat back down on The School Teacher’s face, bringing her vagina back to his lips.

She winked down at him over her shoulder, which he could just barely see from his position.

“Don’t forget my pussy.” Sasha giggled.

Overcome with desire, The School Teacher dived his tongue into Sasha’s warm wet love hole with unrestrained enthusiasm. Still, the back of his mind was screaming at how weird this was. For the most part, however, he didn’t care. He pulled her cheeks apart with his hands and dived into her vagina while thrusting his hips at Kelsey, sending his student into shivers of pleasure.

Sasha and Kelsey writhed on top him, making out with each other as they did. They kept that up until Kelsey started to moan louder. She jerked herself and ejaculated, shuddering and trembling as she did, still moving up and down on Randy’s cock.

The School Teacher was sweating, thrusting at Kelsey. It had never been this good with his old girlfriend, not once. He moaned against Sasha’s pussy, his body alive with sensations, feeling the tight wet grip of Kelsey’s vagina all over his penis.

Abruptly, Sasha cried out again, “I’m pussy cumming! I’m pussy cumming!”

She thrashed her head and her whole body shook as she reached an orgasm with her female body parts. She moaned deeply as she writhed on her teacher, her body shivering with the climax. No sooner had she finished, and then Kelsey began, squealing with delight and shuddering with the force of her own orgasm. Both girls moaned in absolute ecstasy. Randy had never heard his waifish ex-girlfriend moan so much, not like these girls did. He began to wonder how much he’d been missing, tied down to his old girlfriend all those years.

Not a second after they both came, Sasha and Kelsey slid down off the bed and got on their knees at the foot of the bed. The took Mr. Turner’s cock into heir hands and began sucking him off in turn, enthusiastically sucking on his cock one right after the other. Their eyes shown with glee, and it was most obvious that they enjoyed doing that. The School Teacher’s ex had never once been goodly enough to go down on him, fearing that calories in his semen might make her fat.

The School Teacher couldn’t hold back anymore, he arched his hips and gave out a loud moan of pleasure while the girls jerked his penis, eagerly awaiting his seed with open mouths.

“Oh my god, I can’t hold it any longer.” Randy gasped.

His body shuddered as waves of pleasure gripped him. He ejaculated in squirts, arching his back with the force of his orgasm. The girls eagerly lapped up his cum with their tongues, slurping up his male juices.

“Oh, teacher, you’re cum tastes so good.” They both said ridiculously in unison.

When they were done, both girls jumped up and fell on him at once, covering his face with kisses. As The School Teacher held his two students, he was acutely aware of the feeling of their cocks against his skin.

Finally, they got off him and started getting dressed. The School Teacher began to regain his senses a bit. He sat up on the bed, staring at the two girls in front of him.

“Did we make you feel good?” Inquired Sasha.

“Yes, that was great.” Quothe Randy, “It’s just kind of weird, you know? I mean, you’ve got both!”

Sasha and Kelsey looked at each other and burst into giggles.

Quothe Kelsey, “Awe, but it’s so much fun. I love being a futa.”

“Me too! I love being a futa.” Sasha joined in.

The School Teacher said, “Does Principle Lying Bear know that you both have a . . . well . . . a . . . ?”

The girls both burst into giggles again.

“Sophie?” Sasha laughed, “She’s got a bigger dick then either of us.”

“WHAT!?!” The School Teacher exclaimed, perhaps a bit too dramatically.

“Yeah,” Kelsey told him, “All the girls here are futas. Didn’t you know that?”

Mr. Turner didn’t reply, he was stunned speechless, as his head swirled around him. He suddenly realized that the shield emblem he’d seen before with the sword hilt and the spear made up the outline of a combination of the symbols for male and female. His brain felt like it was about to burst.

The girls walked out of the room, holding hands. As they left, Sasha looked back at him over her shoulder.

She said sweetly, “They’re not always like that when we first get here, but they all sprout one eventually.”

As they left, Sophie entered the room shortly after. In a panic, the School Teacher jumped up and grabbed his pants, holding them in front of his manhood. Sophie seemed not to notice or care as she strolled up. The shy School Teacher turned multiple shades of red and pink.

“Those two looked like they were sure glowing.” Sophie said, indicating the direction Kelsey and Sasha had gone, “Did you have fun with them?”

All Randy could do was nod. He felt dreadfully embarrassed to be undressed like this in front of his boss. This time when he looked at Sophie, he realized he could see a pronounced bulge in the front of her jeans that he hadn’t paid attention to before. Sophie noticed him staring and smiled wickedly at him.

“Think you’d be game for some more fun?” She asked.

Sophie opened her jeans, unzipped the zipper, and a large thick penis flopped out of her pants.

“This is the you’re at now. So welcome to F.U.T.A, Mr. Turner, we’re the most unique school in the world.”

And with that, dear readers, we reach the end of our story. I cannot tell you for sure that they both lived happily ever after; I can say that they both lived happily for the next hour and a half. And the next day, The School Teacher began his first class.

But that, gentle readers, is a story for another time.