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  Futa's First Day

  The Futa Academy 1

  (A story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)

  by

  Reed James

  Copyright © 2015 by Reed James

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  Table of Contents

  Futa's First Day

  Naughty Excerpt from “Futa's First Day”

  Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe

  Futa's First Day

  Sneak Preview of “Pledging Obedience”

  Other Works by Reed James

  About the Author

  Naughty Excerpt from “Futa's First Day”

  “I can show her where it is, Miss Serafina,” Héloïse said, her voice a breathless, excited squeak.

  “Yes. I wanted to show Héloïse something special,” I purred.

  “Yes, yes,” Miss Serafina panted. “Well, um, I can't wait to get to know you as well.”

  I winked at her. “I'm sure we'll get to intimately know each other before the term is over.”

  Her cheeks reddened more. “Yes. That's sounds, um, lovely.”

  “Oh, it will be.” I blew her a kiss and strolled out, Héloïse hot on my heels.

  “Are you...and her...?” Héloïse whispered.

  “Oh, yes,” I laughed. “I'm going to enjoy ravishing Miss Serafina.”

  “Maybe she should take your luggage,” Héloïse said.

  “If you don't want me to make love to your sweet body, then go back and ask her,” I told her, continuing to walk down the hall.

  Héloïse didn't turn back.

  Her pussy was hot to trot.

  We left the main building, walking to a rectangular shaped structure on other side of a few tennis courts. Off to the left, a track circled a soccer field. Well, they probably call it football here. I'd have to remember that.

  More girls lounged around the dorms, huddled in small groups, or streaming in and out of the dorm building. My eyes lusted on them all. My clit wanted to turn into a futa cock so badly. My forehead broke out in sweat as I forced my lust to stay in control.

  “Are you on the third floor?” I asked as we trooped up the stairs.

  “Fourth,” she answered with the shake of her head. “I share a room with Qiu. She's very polite and quiet. We are getting along.”

  “Lovely,” I purred. “Perhaps one night, I'll visit your dorm and the three of us can really get along.”

  “Miss Ursula,” she gasped.

  “Loving women is the best thing in the world,” I told her. “I want you to seduce Qiu after I've popped your cherry.”

  She never stopped blushing. What a lovely girl.

  We reached the third floor—climbing those stairs every day was going to keep the girls in great shape—and I pulled out my key and unlocked the door labeled “Miss Ursula, Dorm Mistress.” My clit swelled an inch. All these nubile, young women were at my disposal.

  I was going to drown in virgin pussy this term.

  My room wasn't terribly large. I had a queen sized bed, a desk, a closet, a small kitchenette with a mini-refrigerator. The only door led to a bathroom with a shower/tub combination. Lacy curtains hung from my two windows. I had a corner room, and Lake Sarnen glinted through my window.

  Héloïse followed me in, setting my suitcase down. She stood in the center of the room, her eyes glancing at my bed. She swallowed, trembling like a tree in a strong wind. I strode to her, dropping my suitcase before reaching out to stroke her face. I lifted her chin, her wide eyes staring into mine. I leaned in and kissed her sweet lips.

  She stiffened for a moment, and then she moaned, her lips working against mine. I flicked my tongue out, caressing her lips before pushing into her mouth. Héloïse let out a soft sigh, her head tilting, her tongue meeting mine, playing with it.

  I slipped a hand around her side, sliding down to squeeze her firm ass through her skirt, pulling her body tight against mine. Our breasts pressed together as her slim hands rested on my hips, her fingers flexing and massaging me, creeping slowly around my waist.

  “Miss Ursula,” she panted when I broke the kiss. “I've never felt that before. What...are you doing to me?”

  “Awakening you to the true pleasures a woman's body was made to experience,” I purred, giving her another kiss.

  She swayed, stumbling back and falling onto my bed when I broke the kiss. Her eyes were wide as I unbuttoned my halter top, my round breasts spilling out, exposing my dusky nipples. I tweaked one, grinning at her as she fidgeted on my bed.

  To find out what happens next, read on!

  Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe

  Hot Wife Fun (Futa Wife Seduction 1)

  Hot Wife View (Futa Wife Seduction 2)

  Hot Wives Party (Futa Wife Seduction 3)

  Submissive Interview (Dominated by the Futa Boss 1)

  Trained to Please (Dominated by the Futa Boss 2)

  Submitting to the Futas (Dominted by the Futa Boss 3)

  Voyeur's Delights (Futa Subway Express 3)

  Dress Code (St. Futa College 1)

  Hands-On Lesson (St. Futa College 2)

  Volleyball Fun (St. Futa College 3)

  Pledging the Futa Sorority 1: Pledging Obedience

  Pledging the Futa Sorority 2: Sorority Fun

  Pledging the Futa Sorority 3: Initiating the Futa

  Gender Swapped Coed 1: Shopping with the Futa

  Gender Swapped Coed 2: Teaching the Futa

  Gender Swapped Coed 3: Assisting the Futa

  Futa's First Day

  I handed the Euros to the cab driver. “Danke,” I said.

  “Bitte,” the glowering, Middle Eastern man said, snatching the Euros from my hand and wadding up the bills.

  I climbed out of the cab into the pristine beauty of Switzerland. The alps towered around us, topped by snow despite the warm, August day. A sparkling lake glittered just beyond the collection of stately, gray buildings of Miss Tatiana's Finishing School for Refined Ladies, or just Miss Tatiana's for short.

  The trunk of the white cab popped open. The man wasn't even going to help with my luggage. Men were so useless. I couldn't wait for the day when the Aphrodite Sisterhood transforms them into horny women willing to please us Futas.

  But that day was a long way off.

  I grabbed my two suitcases, the rest of my belongings were being shipped, and gazed at my new home for the next year. I was fresh out of college, my teaching certificate burning in my pocket, and I landed a job at this exclusive school for rich, young, and virgin women. Eigh
teen and nineteen-year-old maidens wandered about in their red-and-green tartan skirts, white socks clinging to their calves and knees, their blouses pristine. I licked my lips, my clit tingling beneath my own, black miniskirt.

  This was a futa paradise.

  I was going to fuck every last virgin before the term was up. I couldn't believe I had landed this job. It was a dream come true. I was going to teach health and biology to these ladies. I licked my lips, my nipples hardening beneath my halter top.

  I hefted my suitcases, my purse slung over one shoulder, and stepped onto the gravel path, my thigh-high, black boots crunching with every step. I loved these heeled boots and the way they made my ass sway.

  A breeze blew, rustling through the trees dotting the yard before the school. While refreshing, it also blew locks of my bleached-blonde hair into my face.

  “Bonjour,” a sweet voice called out.

  I turned and my clit throbbed, aching to transform into a futa cock as a slim, black-haired beauty strolled up. Her hips swayed, the tartan skirt swishing about pale thighs. A shy smile graced her delicate face, and her eyes were wide and very blue.

  “Hi,” I answered her.

  “Are you a teacher?” the eighteen-year-old asked in a lilting, French accent.

  “Miss Ursula,” I answered. “I'm teaching Health and Biology.”

  “How fascinating. I'm Héloïse. Would you like some help?”

  “Thank you, Héloïse,” I smiled, handing over one of my suitcases.

  “Vous êtes les bienvenus.” She took it, her smile spreading and spots of color appeared in her cheeks. “You are quite beautiful, Miss Ursula. I love your hair. And that dress.” Her blue eyes trailed down to my breasts almost spilling out of my top.

  “And you are just gorgeous, sweetie,” I smiled, reaching out to brush her cheeks.

  Her blue eyes widened and a shiver ran through her innocent body. Her small breasts rose faster beneath her white blouse and tartan vest. She sighed, licking her lips, and then she looked down. Héloïse was confused. She had never felt desire for a woman before.

  But I was a futa, and I had that effect on women.

  “I just arrived yesterday,” Héloïse said, taking a step forward. “But I can lead you to Miss Serafina. She is assigning rooms.”

  “Oh, I can't wait to show you my room,” I smiled. “You're going to learn such fascinating things in there.”

  She blinked. “Excuse me, Miss Ursula? What do you mean? I shouldn't be in any teacher's room.”

  “Mine will be special,” I promised her. “You'll learn so many new, exciting things. I'll teach you what that tight, little body of yours is for.”

  Her blush increased.

  “Are you...?” she swallowed. “We're not allowed. We need to be pure girls. That is why we're here.”

  I laughed. “Umm, I'm going to enjoy sullying you.”

  Héloïse swallowed. “I...Maybe another girl can carry your bags. Like Zakiya.” She motioned towards a dusky-skinned girl lounging beneath a tree.

  “She'll have her turn,” I promised. “Today, I'll teach you the joys of being a woman.”

  “I'm not...into women,” Héloïse whispered.

  “And yet you're still walking beside me,” I laughed. “While your innocent pussy grows hot in your panties.”

  “Miss Ursula,” she gasped, and I gave a wicked laugh.

  “Oh, I'm going to enjoy breaking you in. You're even cuter than a pledge.”

  “Pledge?” she blinked.

  “Oh, I was in a sorority back in college. Phi Theta Alpha. We always recruited the cutest girls to be our pledges so we could enjoy their bodies. Umm, you would have been a hit. All the sisters would eat you up and make you cum so hard.”

  Her cheeks were crimson. “Miss Ursula, you mustn't say such crass things.”

  “When I'm done with you, you'll be screaming your lungs out in bliss. I'm going to make you cum so hard.”

  Her hips fidgeted, her thighs squeezing together. “I won't,” she promised. “I'm just taking your luggage to my room like a proper student.”

  “Of course, sweetie.”

  We entered the yawning doors and into the spacious hallways. It was richly decorated, like a medieval castle than a school. The floors were polished marble. A pair of girls strolled by, nodding to us.

  “Cáit and Allana,” Héloïse whispered as the redhead and the blonde waved. The pair of girls giggled as they headed up a flight of stairs.

  Héloïse turned right, my boots echoing down the hallway as we passed the classrooms. We reached on that had an open door, a sign above read “Miss Serafina, Math.” Héloïse led me inside where a tall, willowy woman, her hair honey-brown and her skin a rich tan, smiled at me.

  “Hello, Héloïse,” she smiled, her voice rolling with a Spanish accent. “And who is this?”

  “I'm Miss Ursula,” I answered. “Teaching Health and Biology.”

  Serafina shifted in her chair, her nipples hardening and pressing against her pink, silken blouse. “Well, um, what a pleasure to have you here.” She gazed at me, licking her lips, almost entranced. And then she snapped out of it, pushing around papers on her desk as she struggled to regain her composure. “Right. You need your room. Let's see. Your room is on the third floor of the dorms. You'll be the Dorm Mistress for the floor, making sure your girls are behaving. You can't miss it. It's the first door when you get off the stairs, and it's labeled.” She found a key, handing it to me.

  “I can show her where it is, Miss Serafina,” Héloïse said, her voice a breathless, excited squeak.

  “Yes. I wanted to show Héloïse something special,” I purred.

  “Yes, yes,” Miss Serafina panted. “Well, um, I can't wait to get to know you as well.”

  I winked at her. “I'm sure we'll get to intimately know each other before the term is over.”

  Her cheeks reddened more. “Yes. That's sounds, um, lovely.”

  “Oh, it will be.” I blew her a kiss and strolled out, Héloïse hot on my heels.

  “Are you...and her...?” Héloïse whispered.

  “Oh, yes,” I laughed. “I'm going to enjoy ravishing Miss Serafina.”

  “Maybe she should take your luggage,” Héloïse said.

  “If you don't want me to make love to your sweet body, then go back and ask her,” I told her, continuing to walk down the hall.

  Héloïse didn't turn back.

  Her pussy was hot to trot.

  We left the main building, walking to a rectangular shaped structure on other side of a few tennis courts. Off to the left, a track circled a soccer field. Well, they probably call it football here. I'd have to remember that.

  More girls lounged around the dorms, huddled in small groups, or streaming in and out of the dorm building. My eyes lusted on them all. My clit wanted to turn into a futa cock so badly. My forehead broke out in sweat as I forced my lust to stay in control.

  “Are you on the third floor?” I asked as we trooped up the stairs.

  “Fourth,” she answered with the shake of her head. “I share a room with Qiu. She's very polite and quiet. We are getting along.”

  “Lovely,” I purred. “Perhaps one night, I'll visit your dorm and the three of us can really get along.”

  “Miss Ursula,” she gasped.

  “Loving women is the best thing in the world,” I told her. “I want you to seduce Qiu after I've popped your cherry.”

  She never stopped blushing. What a lovely girl.

  We reached the third floor—climbing those stairs every day was going to keep the girls in great shape—and I pulled out my key and unlocked the door labeled “Miss Ursula, Dorm Mistress.” My clit swelled an inch. All these nubile, young women were at my disposal.

  I was going to drown in virgin pussy this term.

  My room wasn't terribly large. I had a queen sized bed, a desk, a closet, a small kitchenette with a mini-refrigerator. The only door led to a bathroom with a shower/tub combination. Lacy curtains
hung from my two windows. I had a corner room, and Lake Sarnen glinted through my window.

  Héloïse followed me in, setting my suitcase down. She stood in the center of the room, her eyes glancing at my bed. She swallowed, trembling like a tree in a strong wind. I strode to her, dropping my suitcase before reaching out to stroke her face. I lifted her chin, her wide eyes staring into mine. I leaned in and kissed her sweet lips.

  She stiffened for a moment, and then she moaned, her lips working against mine. I flicked my tongue out, caressing her lips before pushing into her mouth. Héloïse let out a soft sigh, her head tilting, her tongue meeting mine, playing with it.

  I slipped a hand around her side, sliding down to squeeze her firm ass through her skirt, pulling her body tight against mine. Our breasts pressed together as her slim hands rested on my hips, her fingers flexing and massaging me, creeping slowly around my waist.

  “Miss Ursula,” she panted when I broke the kiss. “I've never felt that before. What...are you doing to me?”

  “Awakening you to the true pleasures a woman's body was made to experience,” I purred, giving her another kiss.

  She swayed, stumbling back and falling onto my bed when I broke the kiss. Her eyes were wide as I unbuttoned my halter top, my round breasts spilling out, exposing my dusky nipples. I tweaked one, grinning at her as she fidgeted on my bed.

  “Si belle,” she whispered in French. “Your breasts are snowy peaks, Miss Ursula.”

  I smiled at her, my hips shaking as I unzipped my skirt. I peeled the tight skirt down my legs, exposing my naked pussy, a landing strip of blonde pubes—yes, I've been dying my pubic hair since I pledged Phi Theta Alpha—leading to my hard clit. It was already two inches long, eager to become a full futa cock.

  “You are as beautiful as a summer day,” moaned Héloïse.

  I grasped my clit, stroking it between my fingers. Her gasp of shock was sweet to my ears as my cock ballooned. I stroked myself, letting my cock grow and swell, the tip throbbing with desire. Her eyes grew as the ocean.

  “Y-you have a cock!” she gasped. “Ce que vous êtes? Comment avez-vous fait cela?”

  I knew enough French to understand her questions. “I'm a futa, Héloïse,” I purred. “A woman that can love you with more passion than a man. I'm going to make you fully into a woman. I'm gonna pluck your cherry. Unless you want to leave.”