“Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned…” Dr. Arthur Jackson pushed back in his black leather executive chair as he paused his statement. “But that’s not the full excerpt. Does anymore know the full, unabridged version of this work?”
His tranquil green eyes scanned his five students spread throughout the room. “Daphne?” He called out after a painful silence.
Daphne Marcon’s slender hand raised just above the crown of her straight blonde hair. She wiggled her athletic hips on the hard seat to get more comfortable. “The actual quote is ‘heaven hath no rage like love to hatred turned…’” She stopped to tuck a strand of golden hair behind her creamy ear. “Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. It’s from William Congreve’s play The Morning Bride.” She settled back into her seat, eyes wandering to each of her four classmates in the independent study literature class.
“Fantastic, Daphne.” Dr. Jackson smiled. “Quotes and excerpts can be reduced or diluted when edited. Can anyone think of examples of this in popular culture?”
“Curiosity Killed the Cat…” Valerie Combs, the stocky, raven-haired college rugby star shot out from the back of the room. “People forget that satisfaction brought him back.”
Dr. Jackson laughed. “Awesome, Val. Any others?” His eyes soon softened and lips straightened. “Yes, Mallory?”
“Isn’t it more important to edit down unnecessary information?” Mallory Wright’s flashy red hair caught the rays of sunshine bursting through the window blinds. She sharpened a glare to shoot across the room at the blonde teacher’s pet Daphne. “Like, if something is popular in the mainstream, should it we represent it here?”
Dr. Jackson scrunched his face and scratched a path through his shaggy salt-pepper hair. “I’m not sure I follow. Can you be more specific?”
“I’m just saying,” Mallory leaned forward on the mahogany desk. Her busty chest, contained by her tight-fitting gray sweatshirt, mashed against the flat surface. “Some things are better off edited so we can focus on the importance of special words.”
“I think you’re missing the point, Mallory,” Daphne smiled, speaking with the cheerfulness of a flight attendant. “We have to focus on the entire discourse. The big picture.” She shrugged. “We have to be inclusive of all things and -.”
Mallory slammed her hands on the desk. “And, I don’t think you should come to this school if you’re not futanari,” She snapped.
Daphne gasped, her face wrought with horror. As the only non-futanari in the entire school, the message was clear. The color fled her face as she turned to her aggressor. Mallory giving her a hard time was nothing new. But now she shamed her in public. Despite the class roster a meager five students and Dr. Jackson, Mallory’s pettiness was extra. Mallory returned a glance to Daphne. Her freckled ivory skin carried nicks and scratches from years of contact sports. The most prominent, a tiny scar just above her right eye, made her look tough.
“That’s enough, Mallory,” Dr. Jackson said with an elevated sternness. “We’ve been through this before. This college is for everyone.” He kicked away from the desk a few feet back and stood. “Any more of this segregation talk and you’re out of here.”
“Okay. I’m sorry,” Mallory said under her breath, eyes downcast, strafing them along the wood grain pattern in her desk.
“I think this is a good place to end for the week. The lecture is over girls. Rough drafts of your paper on modern interpretations of literary works are due by end of the day this coming Monday. If you need anything I’ll be in my office. Happy Friday.”
The room filled with the scuffling sound of the girls gathering their things, stuffing loose papers and spiral notebooks in their bags. Some reached in their purses to retrieve their iPhones to text that class was over.
Mallory however, had not finished stewing. “He doesn’t belong here, either,” She called out at the door when she was sure Dr. Jackson was no longer in earshot.
“He’s the professor, Mal.” Valerie flattened her black and green plaid rugby shorts and sat on the corner of Mallory’s desk and crossed her muscular legs.
Mallory raised her stringy, freckled arms. “That’s just it. We should have a futa professor.”
“Who cares?” Valerie chuckled. “It’s just a literature class.”
'How is my nephew?' She typed. As Daphne finished the mundane text to her sister, she caught a glimpse from her side. The shaggy bangs that topped Mallory Wright’s disdainful scowl found her once again.
“Can I help you, Mallory?” She said, maintaining her renowned eloquence. Daphne capped the request with a knowing smirk at the end of her pink painted lips—the satisfactory grin that only an arrogant teacher’s pet could don. “I can tutor you if you’d like.”
Mallory cackled, both humored and frustrated by her classmate’s continued audacity. “Fuck you, bitch.” She brushed the fiery hair from her face to sure Daphne saw the seriousness of her cold blue eyes. “Seriously, fuck you.”
“Language, Mallory!” Daphne held back a snicker. “That’s all your girls think about, isn’t it.?”
“You tell us,” Valerie smirked. “You seem to be the expert of futanari. Hey, Holly!” Valerie looked over to Holly Cravers whose rotund and flabby figure often eclipsed Daphne’s waif-like frame. “Holly, all you do is fuck, right?”
Holly shook her head in silence. Her short greasy black hair barely moved as she did so. Valerie’s teasing jabs blotched Holly’s acne-covered face with reddish streaks. She packed her bag faster than usual for fear of further attention. Her dingy white blouse, two sizes too small, hardly contained her bulging belly and chubby tits.
“Leave Holly alone,” Daphne snapped. “I’m not trying to offend any of your people.”
“Then why are you here?” Mallory turned her seat towards Daphne. “Just being here is offensive. You’re cis-female and could have gone to any other college you wanted. So why come to the only college we can attend?”
“Isn’t that obvious, Mal?” Valerie crossed her arms. “She’s one of those normal girls that loves riding futa dick. That’s literally the only reason a girl would want to come here. Hey!” Val’s head swiveled, her cropped black hair slapping against her chubby cheek. “Alpa, where are you going?”
Valerie caught Alpa, their class’s newest student, in the doorway as she was leaving. The young Pakistani girl wore a look of shock. Her short, four-foot-ten inch stature and plain appearance allowed her to come and go as much or as little stealth as she pleased. She turned back to the class, gripping her messenger bag in one hand and twirling her long black ponytail in the other.
“Dorm?” She questioned in her South Asian accent.
Valerie cocked her head and smirked. “Why don’t you hang around for a while? Our friend might want some of your cock, too!”
Daphne pushed a dramatic sigh from her lungs and sucked her teeth. “I don’t have to prove anything to you, Mallory,” She said with impudence. “I’m the minority here so don’t pretend you have to a monopoly on personal suffering,” She scoffed, gathering her things. “I mean, it’s not my fault you guys got the mutant gene.”
Daphne had said it—the ‘M’ word. It sucked the life out of the room. Valerie’s amused smirk evaporated. She looked at Alpa, who looked at Holly, who looked at Mallory, who cast an even more menacing glare than before at her classmate. Contempt boiled in the silence—the tension was disturbing. Every hair follicle on their arms was erect. Their only female exchange student had insulted four students of the only futanari-centric college in the US.
“We’re not mutants, Daphne.” Holly’s moved from her seat. Her face grimaced with hurt and embarrassment. “We’re people.”
“I didn’t mean it like that, Holly,” Daphne softened her tone as she spoke over her shoulder. “Of course, you’re people. That’s just what they call the gene--”
“That’s what people like you call it,” Mallory yelled, squaring up her shoulders and balling her fists. “Someone needs to teach you what futanari do to hot, stuck-up little bitches that try to come to our school.”
Daphne gasped. ‘Did she call me hot?!’
It was a mere slip of the tongue, but it didn’t stop the blonde’s nubile cheeks from turning red. Her eyes traced along the contours of Mallory’s face— her striking cheekbones and dimples. Daphne’s heart fluttered over her adversary’s sun-kissed freckles. Mallory’s icy blue-eyed glare still pierced her heart—was there something behind those sharp pupils—were they undressing her? Daphne’s skin burned at the thought. “Too bad you’re not gonna teach me that lesson,” Daphne hushed under her breath after she cleared her throat.
“What was that?” Mallory snapped. She slapped down her pencil and pressed against her desk under the shaft cracked. “I heard you say something.” She said, popping to her feet and marched to Daphne. She closed in on her fast. “Say it again, bitch.”
Daphne’s head shot upward, a terse breath pressed from her lungs. She staggered to her feet and swallowed hard. Mallory’s nose nearly touched hers and her aggressor closed in. “You’ve had it out for me all year, Mallory. Why?”
Mallory continued to hover, her eyes cutting a jagged edge in Daphne’s quaking frame. Then her eyes softened—she took in a deep breath and let it go slowly. “I think you want me to fuck me,” Mallory said in a low hiss. She grabbed the crisp white collar of Daphne’s blouse and wrenched her up. “I think you want us to fuck you.”
“What?!” Daphne flailed, trying to break free from Mallory’s grip. “I want nothing of the sort--”
“Oh?” Mallory flashed a mischievous grin. She slammed her face into Daphne’s and forced her tongue into the girl’s warm, stammering mouth. Mallory’s lungs heaved as she continued the kiss. Daphne’s arms stopped pushing away from her and went limp. Mallory tightened her grip, snaking her other arm around Daphne’s thin waist to pull her in. “Mmmm…” Mallory moaned as she ground her hips, her cock pulsed against Daphne’s hard abs.
Mallory flicked her tongue against Daphne’s for almost a full minute before she broke the kiss—wanting to ensure the lip-locking ended on her terms. “Okay, Daphne.” She smiled, staring into her classmate’s burning red face. “Do you mind telling me how many girls you’ve let fuck you?”
“Let go of me,” Daphne hissed, her watery eyes blinked a stream of tears down her blotched, puffy face.
Mallory smiled again, free her hands and waving them in front of Daphne’s face. The young woman shoved away from her and retreated to her desk. Daphne leaned on her desk, shuddering and gasping.
Mallory yearned to continue her assault, but something about Daphne’s disheveled frame hunkered over the desk fascinated her. Daphne’s silky smooth legs buckled as she struggled for composure. 'God, she’s so turned on she can’t stand it,' Mallory mused to herself. “I’ve watched you shake your ass around this campus for too long. I will break you today, bitch.”
“Y—you’re out of control.” Daphne couldn’t keep her teeth from chattering. Her blonde wisps whipped after her swiveling head. “Val,” She pleaded with quivering puppy dog eyes. “Tell her I’m like not that.”
“Well, ya know something, Daph.” Valerie sighed as her muscled glutes popped her off the desk. “I’m kinda hoping you are like that.” She walked a circle around Daphne and came to a stop just behind her.
“O—okay,” Daphne eked out. Valerie was so close that the rugby star’s warmth pulsed against her skin. “Okay, you win.” Her eyes shut as she forced the nervous, creeping taste of bile back down her throat. “I’ve done things with futa, before.”
Daphne’s cell buzzed against her desk and everyone turned their heads. Valerie stepped back and snatched the phone before its owner could react. By the time Daphne charged, yelling for her phone, Valerie had already swiped her phone open. “You know Daphne,” she said, blocking Daphne’s advances with a stiff arm to the chest. “You should really put a lock on this thing.”
“What the hell, Val?!” Daphne screamed, her cheeks strained beet red. She lunged at Valerie but she flung the phone, spinning the teal flat thing into Mallory’s waiting hands. “Mallory,” She turned. “Please…”
“I’ll make you a deal, Daphne,” She smirked while she woke and fingered through the phone. “I think you came here to get gangbanged, and we’ll grant your wish today.” Mallory paused and looked up. She stifled a smirk when she saw Daphne’s resolve was weakening. The pixie blonde’s face quivered on the verge of tears and defeat. Mallory almost felt sorry for her—almost. Her eyes returned to the screen she gripped in her palm. “If I go through this phone and I find no futanari porn, that will convince you’re not here for sex.”
“Good! Just look, then!” Daphne’s yelled after a dramatic sigh. “You’ll see I’m here for noble reasons.”
“Oh, I didn’t say I’d agree you’re here for noble reasons.” Mallory’s eyes read over the names and numbers her contacts. “Just that you’re not here for sex.”
Daphne folded her arms and propped herself on the closest desk and shot her eyes downward. Another sigh—this one not so relieved. “I know why Mallory’s doing this,” She said in a faint voice. “She’s cruel. But you too, Valerie?” She looked at her.
“I’ll let you in on a little secret, sweetie,“ Valerie said, moving in front of Daphne. She muscled Daphne onto the desk behind her, digging her strong fingers around her delicate thighs. “A lot of futanari are embarrassed when they end up acting like stereotypical futanari.” She squeezed Daphne’s legs tight and dragged her close enough to whisper in her ear. “But I’m not ashamed at all. All I think about is fucking. Most times I don’t care whom I fuck, but there’s nothing I love more than shooting my load in a dumb little girl like you.” She ran her tongue across Daphne’s trembling cheek. “Why don’t you tell her where to find the porn, so I can tear your little pussy up?”
Valerie’s slick patch of spit cooled on Daphne’s face — she shivered. As if Valerie’s massive and toned thighs weren’t intimidating enough, the girl’s cock pitched an impressive tent within the snug rugby shorts. Valerie’s glassy-eyed stared confirmed that she meant every word she said.
Daphne could feel Valerie’s heated breath on her neck’s tender skin. She drew her limbs in and quaked. An excited fury burned between her legs at the thought of Valerie pressing her full weight against her tender frame.
“Here…” Valerie grabbed Daphne’s wrist and wrenched it forward. She pushed the waif's fingers apart and around the throbbing lump in her skirt. “This will split you in two, honey.”
“Okay,” Mallory popped off the desk and placed the phone in Daphne’s free hand. “I’m done here.”
“Good.” Daphne yanked her another hand free. The warmth from Valerie’s meat was still on her palm. The sensation twisted the knot in her stomach. “So, class is finally over?”
“No,” Mallory chuckled. “Hold her.”
“Wait! What’re you—OW!” Daphne’s feet nearly left the ground as Valerie twisted her arm backward. She let out a short whimper when her face planted against the hardness of the desk. A pair of powerful hands pried her soft thighs apart, the raised her skirt. Her lacy white thong did little to block the room’s frigid air condition. The exposed flesh on her ass sent a foreboding chill up her spine.
Daphne kicked at her capturer with desperation. “Stop! Mallory, there’s no porn on that phone!”
“Oh, I know. It’s technically not on your phone,” Mallory broadened and stance and lowered her face to Daphne’s. “You logged in to a Dropbox through your browser. Hot stuff, honey.” She looked up at Valerie and giggled. “She should really lock that phone.”
“Holy shit, she’s soaking wet.” Valerie squealed, digging her grubby fingers between the perfect porcelain globes of Daphne’s ass. Her fingers dove into her slickness, spreading the delicate labia. “She couldn’t be more ready.”
“UGH, GOD—STOP!” Daphne planted one final kick behind her that met its meaty mark and knocked Valerie back several feet. She flattened her skirt and sat on the desktop. “I swear to god, you guys are disgusting.”
“So you’re gonna back out on our deal?” Mallory cocked her brow.
Daphne opened her mouth, but no words came out. She bit her lip in contemplation. “I didn’t say that.” Her face turned crimson. “Just—I fuck on my terms,” She snapped. Daphne popped off the desk and pivoted on her heel and bent back over.
"Whatever." Mallory shrugged. "You're probably not even wet enough for me. Holly!" She called over her shoulder. She paused until the girl looked her way with a nervous tick. “You’re up first.”
“What? Me?” The ripples of flesh above her breasts reddened. “I—I’ve done nothing like this before.”
“Gangbang?” Valerie asked with a wink.
“SEX!” Holly stomped. “I’m still a virgin.
“Oh.” Mallory rolled her eyes toward Valerie and the two shared a knowing, girlish smile. “Worse than I thought.”
Feeling pressed upon, Holly stepped out of her seat and backed away from the action. “You try being the only futa in Kentucky and then you can tell me how worse it can be.” The young woman stumbled over her words, the delicate twang of her southern accent fluttered throughout.
“I’m sorry Holly,” Mallory said with a sigh. She folded her arms. “That’s not what it’s about.”
“All the more reason for you to go first, Holly.” Valerie cut in, annoyed at Mallory’s floundering. “Bitches like her have denied you all your life. Claim her.”
The girls watched Holly strip. Her stressed blouse buttons each made an audible POP of relief as she undid each clasp. After the final button, Holly’s massive breasts gave way to gravity and slapped against her flabby gut. She left her shirt open and draped that way and fumbled with her skirt. Mallory’s lips formed a devilish grin when her rotund classmate’s Rubenesque and unkempt hair came into view—followed by a stout slab of pale skin. Holly continued to fiddle with herself, gently massaging her thickening shaft.
“Um, Daphne,” She stammered. Holly’s deep brown eyes met with Daphne’s as she turned. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
Daphne made one last dry swallow before saying, “Put it inside me, Holly.”
“Oh, my god—finally,” Holly’s voice dropped an octave into a husky whisper.
A shudder of excitement rushed through her veins. She placed her throbbing flesh at the dripping mouth of Daphne’s special spot. Holly’s bulging cockhead gently kissed Daphne’s ass, leaving a single thin trail of pre-cum in its path. “Oh my. Oh my.” Holly’s breathing became disjointed when she felt Daphne’s warmth tighten around her. “Oh my. Oh my,” She muttered over and over. Her hips rocked with a slow, steady rhythm and Daphne’s cunt swallowed more and more of her cock.
Daphne winced. A few grunts of discomfort pushed from her lungs as her pussy stretched to accommodate Holly’s girth. Mallory and Valerie shouted obscenities of encouragement. Their cheers washed over Daphne’s cries like a deafening wave.
“Fuck her brains out, Holly!” Mallory cheered. She kicked her legs back as she leaped. Her face became red and flustered in her excitement. She listened with glee as Holly’s balls slapped against Daphne’s pussy. “Fuck!” Mallory gritted her teeth and grabbed herself. 'Fuuuuuck, this is so fucking hot,' Her mind raced. Watching the plump virgin’s inexperienced short, jabbing thrusts inside the prom queen made her head spin.
Malloy watched Daphne’s limp frame respond to her fucking. Her eyes were closed fast, biting on her bottom lip as she stifled each cry of pleasure. “What the fuck were you thinking, Daphne?” She giggled to herself. “We’re going to tear you up, you little brat.”
“Someone’s excited,” Valerie hissed in Mallory’s ear from behind. She snaked her hand around to Mallory’s crotch and squeezed. “Yup.” She laid a single kiss on her classmate’s neck as she continued to massage her shaft through her skirt.
Mallory allowed her muscles to relax and leaned back into Valerie’s shadowing caress. “And what makes you think you get to hold me like this anymore?” She smiled and ended her question with a sigh. Valerie’s strong hands worked her lower back, and Mallory cooed in her arms.
“Don’t act like you don’t love it, bitch,” Valerie whispered, trailing off as her lips mashed against Mallory’s. “Mmmm…” She moaned. “Your mouth is as sweet as I remember.”
With a pounding heart, Mallory breathed harder. She snaked her hand down Valerie’s shorts and up the leg hole. “God, you can be sweet sometimes.” She rubbed her thumb against the base of Valerie’s cock, taking her precious time feeling every ridge and vein.
“Then why did you break up with me?” Her teeth found the nape of Mallory’s neck and sank deep.
“Cause you—ahhhh.” Mallory squirmed against Valerie as she sucked and pulled on her skin. “Because you wouldn’t let me use your pussy, ever.”
Valerie trailed her kisses up Mallory’s neck and took nibbles of her ear. She readied another lengthy kiss but Holly’s soaring whimpers perked her attention. Mallory and Valerie watched Holly’s mouth slack open while her knees buckled then clenched. She stopped thrusting—it was clear her virgin cock was exploding inside Daphne.
“Oh—My—GOD!” Holly cried, her face caked with oil and sweat. Her blouse was so soaked it was nearly transparent. Daphne winced as Holly put more weight on her. “Oh, my god, Daphne I’m sorry I didn't think I'd go that fast.” She wheezed, standing on her own again. Her cock slowly slid from Daphne’s used slit. After a nasty slurping sound, it dangled between her flabby thighs like a meaty pendulum, leaving a syrupy trail dripping from down into her pants.
“Well, she came faster than I thought she would,” Mallory smirked and nodded. “Daphne should be wet enough now!”
“HAHAHA! You’re fucking disgusting, Mal,” Valerie cackled, wasting no time rolling her shorts stretchy fabric down her thick ankles. She squeezed her girthy, rigid shift. With her eight-inches of flesh steel locked and loaded, she strode to Daphne’s limp frame still atop her desk. Holly’s load still dripped from Daphne’s cunt. Strings of white stickiness clung to the blonde wisps between her legs. “Enough with amateur hour…” She said through gritted teeth before lining herself up.
Valerie plunged herself inside Daphne with a single thrust. Daphne’s body recoiled under her lover's girth. Valerie dug her nails into Daphne’s hips and pistoned her pussy with a fast, steady stroke.
“NNGH! UGHH!!” Daphne grunted as lust overtook her. Wisps of blonde flung wildly as her pert tits bounced under Valerie’s thrusting rhythm.
“Fuck—FUCK!” Valerie squealed. “Take my fucking cock.” She let a string of drool trickle down her lips and soak into Daphne’s blouse. Her cock may have been coated with Daphne’s juices, but she felt every drop of Holly’s cum each time she thrust. Thick gobs of white and yellow dripped between their legs. It splattered on their thighs, their clothing, the carpet.
“God. Your pussy,” Valerie’s voice dipped low. A warm splash washed over her balls. “Are you pissing?” But Daphne could only respond in gags and hacks. She choked on her own phlegm as her body jostled. Daphne’s face cringed with embarrassment—she had indeed let a gush of urine douse Valerie’s cock. The added wetness made louder every thrust Valerie made slamming into Daphne’s ass.
"I can't help it." She managed to say. Daphne's face glowed with crimson shame. "But I squirted a little bit if that makes it any better." She paused to wipe the mounting sweat from her tense brow. "A little faster... and a little harder... please."
“You are one disgusting bitch!” Valerie declared with a soaring voice. She quickened her pace. Her fingers dug in deeper, squeezing what little body fat on Daphne should she could find. Valerie’s shaft jumped and spasmed. “Fuck.” She gritted her teeth. “Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck.” The cum inside her boiled and made her balls tingle. She wanted desperately to finish in Daphne at this manic pace—but still wanted to revel in her upcoming orgasm.
“NNGH!! AHH!!” With one last pump, Valerie cried. Her eyes rolled back as her balls exploded into Daphne’s thirsty cunt with a warm bust. Rope after rope, her cock spasmed, and she shuddered. Valerie arched her back and tensed her ass, trying to squeeze the last drops of cream from her wilting dick. Then she withdrew, a torrent of stickiness gushed out afterward like a waterfall. “PERFECT!” She yelled, bending over to pull up her shorts. On the way up, she scraped some gooey film from her cock and slurped it in her mouth. “MMM…” She grinned. “We’ve got good chemistry, Daph.”
Daphne's hand slivered down to her middle. She fished a few fingers inside her worked pussy and brought the glazed tips to her lips.
"Yikes," Valerie whispered in awe. "Eating my hot cum right out of you. I knew you were hot for futas, but damn, girl."
“Oh my god, Valerie,” Holly gasped, her eyes bulging as she looked down. “Why are you still so hard?”
“Hmm?” Valerie hadn’t noticed the tent her cock pitched under her shorts. “Oh, that. Holly my dear, I can cum forever. The only reason she’s not drowning in more of my spunk is that Alpa and Mallory haven’t gone yet.”
"Mmph..." Daphne licked her lips and sighed. "Who's next?"
“Okay,” Alpa chirped and stepped forward. “Me?”
“Alright, Alpa!” Valerie cheered and skipped away from Daphne’s body. “Mal, you okay with that? Mal?”
But Mallory’s sights were locked on Daphne’s glassy-eyed, pleasure-filled face. There was something odd about her. Daphne was enjoying herself— but lingering on her face was another emotion Mallory couldn’t quite put her finger on. Was it—frustration?
“MALLORY!” Valerie yelled.
“Huh?” She snapped from her gaze and smoothed the hair from her face. “Uh, sure. Go ahead, Alpa.”
Alpa gently dropped her bag and phantom’d over to Daphne’s exposed, dripping pussy. With great efficiency, she rolled down her black pantyhose and unfurled her ashy, oak brown cock. She massaged her foreskin back until she exposed her bulging purple head. In one smooth stroke, Alpa was in. Daphne squealed.
“Shit!” Valerie rushed to cover Daphne’s howls. She stuffed her palm inside her mouth and turned to Holly. “Check the hallway, that was pretty loud.” As she waited for Holly, Valerie noticed how Daphne’s limbs had shrunk inward. She kicked and flailed as Alpa fucked her. “Alpa, what the fuck are you doing to her?”
Alpa’s remained silence, in deep concentration. Her dusky hands rested on Daphne’s wiggling hips, “Ass.” She said with a terse breath.
“Yeesh.” Valerie’s eyes bulged. “And I thought I was the sadistic one.”
“It’s all clear,” Holly said from the door.
"Sorry I yelled," Daphne huffed. "Geez, Alpa..."
"Sorry," Alpa mewed.
“Good,” Valerie sighed while she returned her skirt to the floor. She wiped her wet dick across Daphne’s face. "Do you mind if I use your mouth, right? That'll your little screaming problem."
Daphne nodded. She stuck her neck forward and opened her mouth.
"Don't bite me, okay?"
Daphne gagged as her mouth filled with Valerie’s girth. Her throat closed over the bulging head as it trickled another round of pre-cum in her belly. On the other end, Alpa continued to split Daphne’s tiny pink asshole with her massive, throbbing cock. Each time the young Pakistani girl pulled out, she brought increasingly more of Daphne’s ruined rectum with her. Nevertheless, Alpa went on. Her veiny cock pulsed inside the tight anus.
“Ooooh!” Alpa let out a high-pitched coo.
“Let me know when you’re about to come, Alpa,” Valerie said in her husky voice. Meanwhile, Valerie placed her hands on the back of Daphne’s blonde skull. She tried pushing herself deeper and deeper inside the girl—until her musky brown pubes mashed against her dainty thin nose. Valerie smiled. She relished the feeling of Daphne’s soft palate on her throbbing cock, the sight of spit and phlegm bubbling down the corner of her mouth—it was quite the sensation. “Either I’m gonna cum or you’re gonna puke,” She laughed.
Alpa and Valerie continued to spit roast Daphne for the next few minutes, jerking Daphne back and forth as she moaned. Various fluids dripped from all of Daphne’s holes; Piss, spit, Holly’s cum, Valerie’s cum, and now Alpa’s cum.
“Ooooh!” Alpa cried.
Valerie stretched her hands towards her, and the pair locked fingers as she thrust. Their cries soared together as their orgasms crashed. Alpa shivered. Valerie shuddered. They both emptied their balls in her ass and mouth, respectively. Daphne gagged again as her mouth overflowed. She coughed and hacked up Valerie’s freshest load onto the carpet. Alpa let out a great sigh and wrenched herself from Daphne’s battered ass, a syrupy cocktail of brown and white fluid still connected the two.
“Wow.” Mallory covered her mouth. “You guys are fucking gross.”
“Wh—at. Please…” Daphne begged, her arms and legs bent in awkward angles. “M—Mallory…”
“You heard her, Mal,” Valerie huffed as she dressed. “You’re up next.”
Mallory stepped forward, her eyes locked on Daphne’s sweaty face. She examined the scene. The unmistakable combo of sweat and cum—the stench of sex—hung heavy in the air. While it rarely bothered her, the scents invaded Mallory’s nose and turned her stomach. .
Daphne stared at her. She slowly yawned her legs for Mallory intended entry. Another torrent of cum dribbled on the hardwood below. "I'm ready." She announced.
“Well, Mal?” Valerie asked.
“I think she’s had enough,” Mallory said. “I’m not feeling good, anyway.”
“Are you sure?” Valerie raised her eyebrow. “You’re turning down pussy? I get that its sloppy seconds but--”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” Mallory motioned to pack her bag. “You guys should get outta here. I’ll clean the bitch up. I don’t want you guys getting busted.”
“Thanks, Mal,” Valerie smirked. “I think there’s been enough ‘busting’ already. Let’s go girls.”
The three futa girls, fully satisfied, motioned toward the door chatting as if it were just another Friday. They were unlikely classmates that suddenly became even unlikelier friends.
As the classroom door closed, Mallory walked to the professor’s desk and retrieved the wastebasket. Returning to Daphne, she took her time sifting through her backpack. She pulled a half-full water bottle from her bag and popped the top. “Here.” She stopped next to Daphne’s face and guided the nozzle past her lips. Daphne gently sucked on the room-temperature water until her mouth was full.
Mallory held the wastebasket to her face. “Spit,” She said.
Daphne washed the remnants of Valerie’s semen from her mouth and followed with a hacking cough. Mallory wetted the end of her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. She used the damp piece of fabric to gently rub her classmate’s battered bit.
“Ow!” Daphne winced. “Not the ass, Mallory it hurts too much.”
“Sorry.” Mallory looked up. “Can you stand?”
Daphne nodded.
“More water?” Mallory asked as she helped Daphne upright.
“I’m fine,” Daphne sighed. She winced again and raised her skirt. She tightened her abs and squeezed, causing a squirting, oozing sound between her legs. “Ugh.” She groaned.
Mallory watched in amazement as Daphne pushed a huge bubbling glob of cum from her pussy. The mixed DNA from the three futas puddled on the mahogany as the two sat in silence.
“Why’d you let us do that?” Mallory asked.
Daphne shot her eyes downward, her bangs mashed to her face with sweat. “Why didn’t you?”
Mallory turned away. The question caught her off guard. “I felt sorry for you. You looked so frustrated—why?”
Daphne eked out an exhausted laugh. “Oh, my. Was it that obvious?” Her head dropped. “You guys aren’t the mutant—I am.”
Mallory turned back and gave her a puzzled look. It didn’t last long as she realized what Daphne meant. “You’ve got the nymph gene.”
Daphne nodded.
Her jaw dropped. She had never met someone with the nymph gene, a recently recognized condition where the inflicted had great difficulty achieving an orgasm. It might even have been impossible. “You didn’t get any pleasure from all that sex?”
“A little.” She admitted. “Holly was nice.” She shook her head. “Valerie too, I guess -” She covered her face and sobbed.
“Daphne -” Mallory hugged her. “What’s wrong?”
“Mallory, I’ve never had an orgasm.” Daphne looked up. Her makeup runny and uneven. Warm tears stained her face. “I was thinking I could come here and get an education and find -”
“Find a horny futa to fuck you until you come?” She finished. “Valerie’s your girl for that. She’s insatiable.”
“Yeah,” Daphne sniffled. “I was kinda thinking of someone else would help me.” Her vision worked up Mallory’s body. Now that her sweatshirt was off, Daphne delighted in her ginger classmate’s busty cleavage. A smattering of dark freckles decorated Mallory’s luscious c-cups that pushed out in her low-cutting white tank top. “Wow, you’ve got big boobs.” Her crystal blue eyes widened.
“M—me?!” Mallory stammered and took a step back. She blushed in bewilderment. “Daphne, I didn’t think you liked me at all. Let alone like that.”
“Oh, I don’t,” Daphne smiled. “I don’t like you, Mallory. I think you’re a hypocrite. You’re obnoxious with your righteousness—the same thing you accuse me of doing. But,” She bit her lip and paused. “I was thinking some hate sex is what I need. I’ve never done that before.”
Mallory fluttered her lashes and exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she held. “That’s good to hear, Daphne. Because I don’t like you either.” She laughed. “Seriously, you’re a fucking bitch.”
Daphne grinned. “Maybe you should show me how much you hate me.” She inched herself closed to the desk’s edge and spread her thighs.
“You’re not even going to clean up for me?” Mallory returned the smile. Her shallow breath heated Daphne’s neck as she moved in to kiss her. “Sloppy fourths. What a dirty slut.”
“What makes you think you’re worthy of clean puss-YY!” Daphne squeaked when Mallory sank her teeth into her neck. The bite rolled into a kiss, and then another, and the kisses trailed down Daphne’s cleavage. “Baby don’t give me a hickey!” She panted. Her hands groped and kneaded Mallory’s tits. She worked her greedy palms down her new lover’s body and down her skirt.
Mallory sighed when she felt her hard cock exposed to the cool air. Daphne’s warm, skinny fingers wrapped around her throbbing member.
“Fuck me,” Daphne whispered in her ear with a voice dripping with lust. She tugged on Mallory’s cock and its bulging head grazed her still oozing pussy. “Ahhh!” She groaned as the shaft stretched her slimy fuckhole. Another gush of spent cum splattered on the desk.
Thick, nasty sounds of squishing filled the room as Mallory thrust inside of Daphne. The girls whipped their heads in the throes of passion, Daphne wrapping her beautiful ivory legs around Mallory’s athletic ass.
Mallory’s head came to rest on Daphne’s shoulder. The blonde’s sweet-smelling floral deodorant filled her nose. Her cock spasmed even more as Daphne continued to gush over it. “I was going to ask you on a date. I haven’t been on one in so long,” She said in a terse breath as she stroked upward.
“Not even with Valerie?” Daphne panted.
Mallory cackled. “You mean old ‘Netflix and Fuck'? That’s not exactly how she rolls.”
Daphne returned a warm, glowing smile. “Maybe we can see a movi—WHAT’S THAT?” She screamed and pulled herself Mallory’s shaft. “Someone’s coming in!” The flustered blonde dashed to another desk away from the scene and covered herself.
The classroom door handle clicked and started to turn. Mallory quickly flipped her skirt up and straightened herself. Her eyes were trained on the entrance and were met with Dr. Jackson’s flustered glare.
“MALLORY!” His voice strained with rage as he surveyed the dizzying scene. Veins bulged from his neck as her name echoed off the walls. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?”
Mallory felt small—diminutive. She wanted to die. Sex with classmates was prohibited. She’d be reprimanded—if not kicked from school entirely. Moreover, she’d be known as Mallory Wright—just another futanari that couldn’t keep it in her pants. She stumbled back and hit her ass on a desk and cowered. “Please—I’m so -”
“She didn’t do it,” Daphne said. “Dr. Jackson, I was the last one in the classroom and these two girls snuck in and jumped me. I’m just lucky Mallory came back because she forgot something.” She pointed to the discarded sweatshirt with tears in her eyes. “She even tried to clean me up.”
Dr. Jackson digested the news, and his face softened. “Who were the girls, Daphne? Can you identify them?”
Daphne shook her head. “It all happened so fast. They pinned me to the desk and lifted my skirt then--”
“T—that’s enough, Daphne.” He raised his hands. “Let’s get you to the nurse. Thank you, Ms. Wright. I apologize for accusing you.”
But Mallory still shivered away from the two. As Dr. Jackson helped Daphne from the desk and out the door, she didn’t know how to deal with the sick numbness in her gut. She picked up her sweatshirt and stuffed it in her bag. Daphne stirred up something inside her—exactly what she wasn’t quite sure. Mallory took a few stepped toward the door and a buzz from Daphne’s abandoned phone. She retrieved it and unlocked the screen.
“He’s fine.” She read the text underneath the picture of the newborn boy. Daphne’s sister’s reply made Mallory smile. “What a sweetie.” She whispered, riding the chill from her baby fever. When she closed the picture, her eyes came to another new message. “Sent one minute ago?” Mallory said, puzzled. “That phone didn’t buzz.” She opened the message it, and she realized why—Daphne sent it to herself just before Dr. Jackson whisked her away.
'MALLORY,' The message read. 'U BETTER MAKE ME CUM NXT TIME OR I’LL TELL DR. JACKSON IT WAS U.”'Then, the next message read “N STOP LOOKING @ MY PHONE!'
“What?” She whispered, anger boiling in her veins. “That fucking bitch.”
Mallory tossed the phone in her bag and stormed out.
