by Reed James
Naughty Lessons
The Futa Academy 3
(A story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)
by
Reed James
Copyright © 2016 by Reed James
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Table of Contents
Naughty Lessons
Naughty Excerpt from “Naughty Lesson”
Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe
Acknowledgments
Naughty Lesson
Naughty Excerpt from “Naughty Lesson”
“So today we're going to talk about safe sex,” I said. “Now, I'm sure you've all been raised that the safest sex is abstinence.”
They all nodded.
“Of course, that's how you all maintained your cherries against those hungry boys that care only about spreading your thighs and rutting in your pussies,” I smiled.
The girls gasped as I said pussy.
“You're all adults now, if only barely,” I smiled. “Pussy is such a better word than vagina. Your pussies love to be petted, like a cat, and you'll purr when stroked, getting all hot and warm until your yowling like a cat in heat as you cum.”
Most of the girls had flaming cheeks, though Elisabeta and Ava exchanged knowing smiles.
“But there's another way to have safe sex without the risk of pregnancy.”
“Condoms?” Brynhildur asked.
“Condoms break.”
“The pill,” Natasza put in. “My...mom put me on the pill to regulate my period. But it also protects you.”
“Not one hundred percent, and if you forget to take it one day...”
“An IUD?” suggested Clara. “My aunt has one.”
“Babies have been born clutching IUD's,” I smiled. “No. The only way to have sex without the risk of pregnancy is with a woman.”
The girls gasped. “Are you saying we should be lesbians?” gasped Rika.
Zakiya exclaimed rapidly in Arabic, disgust on her face.
I fixed an eye on her. “I don't know what you said, but if you use that tone with me again, you will regret it.”
“I...sorry, Miss Ursula,” she muttered, looking down.
“Sex between women is the most beautiful thing in the world.” I looked at Ava and Elisabeta. “Last night, I introduced the girls on my floor just how wonderful lesbian love is. Ava and Elisabeta, would you come up here?”
“Yes, Miss Ursula,” purred Ava, standing up, her pigtails swaying.
Elisabeta had a big smile as she followed Ava, her hips swaying beneath her short skirt. My cock throbbed in delight. This class would be so much fun. I moved to the side, letting both girls stand before my desk.
“Ava, why don't you make love to Elisabeta. Show your classmates how wonderful lesbian love is.”
“Yes, Miss Ursula,” Ava purred.
“Ooh, she's good,” Elisabeta purred. “Last night, we made each other cum.”
“This is so wrong, Miss Ursula,” Zakiya groaned.
“Come here,” I told the girl, snapping my fingers.
The Arabic schoolgirl rose, her cheeks on fire, and slumped towards me. I put an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close as Elisabeta sat on the edge of my desk. She seized Ava's pigtails, pulling the German girl to her lips. The pair met, moaning as they kiss.
“Ava is kissing Elisabeta to warm her up,” I said. “Foreplay is very important. When you're with your partner, you want to kiss her and touch her everywhere.”
Ava's hands slid down, squeezing Elisabeta's breasts through her vest and blouse. Both girls moaned as they kissed, Elisabeta's legs swinging as she squirmed on the desk.
“See how Ava excites Elisabeta with her kisses and touches,” I told the class. “Isn't that such a beautiful sight?”
“Wow,” groaned Rika. “I'm...feeling so hot.”
“That's natural,” I told the girls. “I'm sure you all masturbate. Feel free to relieve any desires with your fingers. Sexual health is very important. Everyone should masturbate at least once a day. You don't want to bottle up your desires.”
“I never masturbate,” Zakiya whispered. “It's a sin.”
“No, it's not,” I purred. “It's heavenly.”
Ava pushed off Elisabeta's vest, exposing her white blouse fully. Ava sucked at Elisabeta's throat as her fingers unbuttoned the Portuguese schoolgirl's blouse. Ava had a practiced fingers, exposing Elisabeta's pale skin and her large breasts straining a pink bra.
“The neck is an important place to kiss and suck at,” I continued. “Ava is warming up Elisabeta nicely. I bet her panties are soaked.”
“They are, Miss Ursula,” panted Elisabeta as she pulled off her blouse. “She's good.”
Ava reached around Elisabeta's body, fumbling at her bra clasps.
“Taking off a woman's bra takes a bit of practice. It's a little different than taking off your own. It's backwards, but you'll get the knack.” I grinned as Ava succeeded. “Now look at just how beautiful Elisabeta's breasts are.”
Ava pulled away, her hands squeezing and kneading Elisabeta's heavy breasts. Elisabeta gasped as Ava pinched her fat, pink nipples, leaning back on her hands and shuddering in joy.
“Playing with the breasts is very important,” I continued. “Your nipples are sensitive. The more you play with them, the more your partner will relax and warm up. And don't be afraid to use your mouth.”
“Wow,” groaned Brynhildur as Ava leaned in and swirled her tongue about the pink nub. The Icelandic schoolgirl's hand drifted beneath her desk, her legs spreading apart. “Oh, wow, those are gorgeous.”
To find out what happens next, read on!
Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe
Pledging the Futa Sorority 1: Pledging Obedience
Pledging the Futa Sorority 2: Sorority Fun
Pledging the Futa Sorority 3: Initiating the Futa
The Futa Academy 1: Futa's First Day
The Futa Academy 2: Dorm Mistress
The Futa Academy 3: Naughty Lesson
Queen of Futa Academy 1: Futa Teacher's Pets
Queen of Futa Academy 2: The Headmistress
Queen of the Futa Academy 3: Futa Teacher Surprise
Queen of the Futa Academy 4: The New Queen
Queen of the Futa Academy 5: Naughty Futa Students
Queen of the Futa Academy 6: Futa Discipline
Acknowledgments
I just want to acknowledged my beta readers, helping me fight against bad grammar, missing question marks, and the occasi
onal mistyped names! So thanks to Meric Merry.
Naughty Lesson
I was ready to teach my first class at Miss Tatiana's School for Refined Ladies. I would show the eighteen- and nineteen-year-old virgins attending this premier finishing school a new type of safe sex in my classroom.
I was supposed to teach abstinence. But we're all women here at Miss Tatiana's. Well, I was mostly a woman. I did have a big, thick futa-cock I could sprout. But I couldn't knock anyone up. My best friend Gwen was researching that, trying to solve the mystery so we could breed, but she hadn't yet. So it was perfectly safe for me to fuck any woman I wanted.
Though it would be hot to knock these virgins up. I pictured the entire student body of Miss Tatiana's with swollen bellies, all carrying my daughters.
My clit tingled.
Yesterday had been a big success. I corrupted a few girls, showing them the joys of my futa-cock and popping their cherries. Then last night, I had introduced the entire third floor of the dorms to my cock. I hadn't fucked them all. Yet. But I would.
I spent last night with the fiery Cáit and the sultry Allana. Those two virgins drained my ovaries, slurping down my cum and feasting on each other's pussies. This morning, the other girls of the dorms all had smiling faces when they came out of their rooms.
“So you all enjoyed each other?” I asked, beaming at them.
“Yes, Miss Ursula,” they all nodded, dressed in their skimpy nightgowns that made my cock throb. But we didn't have time to fool around. We all had slept in. I imagined it was a late night for all of us. But it was so lovely seeing how close the girls were, sharing shy looks and casually brushing against each other's nubile bodies. The intimacy that had grown between roommates was intoxicating.
I showed these girls that being with a woman is far better than a man.
At breakfast, I sat beside Serafina, the math teacher, a sultry Spanish woman with a mane of honey-brown hair. She gave me a sly smile and a friendly hug, my bleached blonde hair shining against her brown. “I masturbated three times last night thinking of your cock. When can I fuck it?”
“Soon,” I promised her. “But there are so many of our students that need my attention first. After all, we're here to educate them.”
“I did enjoy educating Dora yesterday.” Serafina gave a wicked laugh as she sat down.
Miss Tatiana, the beautiful and stern headmistress, gave us a flat look, her blue eyes narrowing. I smiled at her, my clit throbbing. Her platinum-blonde hair and Slavic cheekbones made her seem like a fierce, sexy angel. I would educate her as well one day. Show her that there was a better way to teach our girls.
Such as how to be lesbian whores and futa-sluts.
Breakfast was noisy. The girls were excited for the first day of term as they ate their breakfast. I barely had an appetite. My stomach was giddy with excitement. I would have so much fun teaching my first class.
But I forced myself to eat. I wanted to keep up my energy. I would be doing a lot of fucking today. My clit throbbed again, just imagining all the cherries my futa-dick would pop today. I squirmed, my pussy itching.
The bell rang. Time for class.
I strolled through the halls. The girls all noticed me, their eyes drawn to my perfect, Aphrodite-enhanced beauty, and their ardor fanned by the pheromones all futas exuded. Every woman desired us. With a little effort, a futa could seduce the most prudish woman.
And these horny, eighteen-year-old virgins were just gagging for sex.
The school was an amazing structure, built hundreds of years ago with mammoth, stone walls, arching hallways, and marble floors. The classrooms had immense windows that reached all the way up to the ceilings high overhead, letting in the sunlight and showing off the beautiful grounds.
My girls were filing in, finding their seats as I sat my satchel down and unpacked my belongings. I grinned, two of my dorm girls were here. Ava, a busty German beauty with a milkmaid's complexion and blonde pigtails, and Elisabeta, a fair-skinned, Portuguese brunette with her own impressive bosom.
My eyes examined the room, all their faces fixed on me, the girls squirming in their desks as they breathed in my pheromones. “Hello. I'm Miss Ursula, and I'll be teaching Health. In this class, we're going to explore our bodies and learn every intimate aspect of female health and sexuality.”
The girls tittered at sexuality.
“Let's have some introductions,” I said, pointing at the room.
“Zakiya Abdullah,” an Arabic girl with dusky skin said, rising in her schoolgirl uniform. All of the girls looked so sexy in their red-and-green tartan skirts, white blouses, and tartan vests, their legs clad in knee-high, white socks. Zakiya had lush lips and dark eyes that made me throb.
“And you?”
“Qui Sung,” the Chinese schoolgirl said, her face delicate, her body petite.
“Are you Héloïse's roommate?” I asked, remembering the delicious, French schoolgirl I had deflowered yesterday.
Qui's cheeks reddened. “I am, Miss Ursula.”
“And did Héloïse perform the homework assignment I gave her?”
Qui's slanted eyes widened and she licked her lips. “Umm, yes, Miss Ursula.”
My grin grew. “And was she diligent?”
“Very diligent. I...I had a very good time.”
I licked my lips, picturing Héloïse between Qui's thighs, licking her pussy. I'm glad Héloïse followed my orders and seduced her roommate. “Next.”
There was Natasza, a haughty-faced, Polish vixen. Brynhildur, a tall and curvy, Icelandic beauty. Clara and her honey-brown hair and tan skin, and vivacious Rika, a dark-haired, fair skin Dutch maid. I lusted after every girl. Twenty in all. I would savor every last cherry before I was done.
“So today we're going to talk about safe sex,” I said. “Now, I'm sure you've all been raised that the safest sex is abstinence.”
They all nodded.
“Of course, that's how you all maintained your cherries against those hungry boys that care only about spreading your thighs and rutting in your pussies,” I smiled.
The girls gasped as I said pussy.
“You're all adults now, if only barely,” I smiled. “Pussy is such a better word than vagina. Your pussies love to be petted, like a cat, and you'll purr when stroked, getting all hot and warm until your yowling like a cat in heat as you cum.”
Most of the girls had flaming cheeks, though Elisabeta and Ava exchanged knowing smiles.
“But there's another way to have safe sex without the risk of pregnancy.”
“Condoms?” Brynhildur asked.
“Condoms break.”
“The pill,” Natasza put in. “My...mom put me on the pill to regulate my period. But it also protects you.”
“Not one hundred percent, and if you forget to take it one day...”
“An IUD?” suggested Clara. “My aunt has one.”
“Babies have been born clutching IUD's,” I smiled. “No. The only way to have sex without the risk of pregnancy is with a woman.”
The girls gasped. “Are you saying we should be lesbians?” gasped Rika.
Zakiya exclaimed rapidly in Arabic, disgust on her face.
I fixed an eye on her. “I don't know what you said, but if you use that tone with me again, you will regret it.”
“I...sorry, Miss Ursula,” she muttered, looking down.
“Sex between women is the most beautiful thing in the world.” I looked at Ava and Elisabeta. “Last night, I introduced the girls on my floor just how wonderful lesbian love is. Ava and Elisabeta, would you come up here?”
“Yes, Miss Ursula,” purred Ava, standing up, her pigtails swaying.
Elisabeta had a big smile as she followed Ava, her hips swaying beneath her short skirt. My cock throbbed in delight. This class would be so much fun. I moved to the side, letting both girls stand before my desk.
“Ava, why don't you make love to Elisabeta. Show your classmates how wonderful lesbian love is.”
“Ye
s, Miss Ursula,” Ava purred.
“Ooh, she's good,” Elisabeta purred. “Last night, we made each other cum.”
“This is so wrong, Miss Ursula,” Zakiya groaned.
“Come here,” I told the girl, snapping my fingers.
The Arabic schoolgirl rose, her cheeks on fire, and slumped towards me. I put an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close as Elisabeta sat on the edge of my desk. She seized Ava's pigtails, pulling the German girl to her lips. The pair met, moaning as they kiss.
“Ava is kissing Elisabeta to warm her up,” I said. “Foreplay is very important. When you're with your partner, you want to kiss her and touch her everywhere.”
Ava's hands slid down, squeezing Elisabeta's breasts through her vest and blouse. Both girls moaned as they kissed, Elisabeta's legs swinging as she squirmed on the desk.
“See how Ava excites Elisabeta with her kisses and touches,” I told the class. “Isn't that such a beautiful sight?”
“Wow,” groaned Rika. “I'm...feeling so hot.”
“That's natural,” I told the girls. “I'm sure you all masturbate. Feel free to relieve any desires with your fingers. Sexual health is very important. Everyone should masturbate at least once a day. You don't want to bottle up your desires.”
“I never masturbate,” Zakiya whispered. “It's a sin.”
“No, it's not,” I purred. “It's heavenly.”
Ava pushed off Elisabeta's vest, exposing her white blouse fully. Ava sucked at Elisabeta's throat as her fingers unbuttoned the Portuguese schoolgirl's blouse. Ava had a practiced fingers, exposing Elisabeta's pale skin and her large breasts straining a pink bra.
“The neck is an important place to kiss and suck at,” I continued. “Ava is warming up Elisabeta nicely. I bet her panties are soaked.”
“They are, Miss Ursula,” panted Elisabeta as she pulled off her blouse. “She's good.”
Ava reached around Elisabeta's body, fumbling at her bra clasps.
“Taking off a woman's bra takes a bit of practice. It's a little different than taking off your own. It's backwards, but you'll get the knack.” I grinned as Ava succeeded. “Now look at just how beautiful Elisabeta's breasts are.”
