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  Lesbian Teachers Seduced

  Teacher Futa Seduction 3

  (A story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)

  by

  Reed James

  Copyright © 2018 by Reed James

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  Table of Contents

  Lesbian Teachers Seduced

  Naughty Excerpt from “Lesbian Teachers Seduced”

  Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe

  Acknowledgments

  Lesbian Teachers Seduced

  Naughty Excerpt from “Lesbian Teachers Seduced”

  My panties were a sudden mess by the time I finished my lecture for Biology 101. It was so hard to focus on it. I kept stammering and stuttering, sounding completely unprepared. I just couldn't take my eyes off the beguiling Felicity. She sat front row, her nipples hard against her white blouse, her pigtails spilling down her shoulders. Her skirt seemed even shorter than yesterday, her legs lovely and pale, not yet tanned by the Hawaiian sun.

  My mouth was dry the whole lecture. All the moisture in my body seemed to have flowed out of my pussy. Every movement shifted my white panties against the excited lips of my pussy, sending excited tingles across my body.

  “Okay, that's it for today class,” I groaned. “I want papers on the asexual reproduction of bacteria, 5000 words, by Friday.”

  The class groaned as they stood up. All except Felicity.

  She had a big smile on her face as she strode up to me, her hips shaking, her skirt swirling about those gorgeous thighs. I wanted to fall to my knees and worship those thighs. My tongue could bathe them on my way to her juicy pussy. I would lick and worship her cunt, devouring her until she exploded on my lips.

  I shuddered as she stopped before me. The scent of apricots lingered about her. Felicity's smile grew sweet as she looked me up and down. I swallowed, my nipples so hard. I wish I hadn't worn a bra so my nipples would be so obviously aroused like hers. I couldn't take my eyes off her nubs pressing on the front of her blouse.

  “Asexual reproduction seems so boring,” she purred. “Where's the fun in that?”

  “I don't think bacteria care about fun,” I answered. “They're just cells following the programming of their DNA. They just react to the stimuli around them.”

  “Stimuli? That's this, right?” She stroked my bare thigh, sliding up beneath my skirt. A shiver ran through my body ending at my pussy. I gasped and she smiled. “I stimulate you, and you shiver and gasp.”

  “Yes,” I groaned as her hand slid higher and higher. She brushed my panties at my hip, her fingers dipping into the waistband. She was so bold. “That's right. You're stimulating me.”

  “Mmm, I bet there are all sorts of fun ways we can stimulate each other,” she purred, stepping closer, our bodies almost pressed together.

  My heart raced, the blood screaming through my cheek. Her fingers slid along my waistband until they were right over my pussy. They pushed deeper, brushing the curly hair at the top of my pubic mound, the triangle I kept carefully groomed. “Yes.”

  “How about you wait here after your final class?” I purred. “Then we can discover all those different stimulations. It'll be an experiment. Some practical biology. How does that sound?”

  “Amazing,” I groaned, my body shuddering. I only had one more class to teach. I didn't know how I would make it through. I needed to cum right now.”

  “Good.” She pulled her fingers out then leaned in and lightly brushed her lips against mine. I groaned again, savoring the sweet lip gloss, apricot, that lingered after she broke away. She sauntered to the door, leaving me panting and gasping.

  I turned around and snagged my phone. “Will be late,” I texted my wife, my pussy clenching. “Have a private meeting with student. Sry. Very last minute.”

  I hit send without a moment's hesitation. I loved my wife, but I couldn't fight this crush. I had to sleep with Felicity and get it out of my system.

  To find out what happens next, read on!

  Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe

  The Special Spice (Cafe Futa 1)

  Curiosity Aroused (Cafe Futa 2)

  Cherry Delight (Cafe Futa 3)

  Married MILF Seduction (Futa Coed Dorm 1)

  Taboo Coed Seduction (Futa Coed Dorm 2)

  Gender Swap Seduction (Futa Coed Dorm 3)

  Futa Waitress's Cuckolding Fun (Wicked Futa Waitress 1)

  Futa Waitress's Naughty Boss (Wicked Futa Waitress 2)

  Futa Waitress's Naughty Shift (Wicked Futa Waitress 3)

  Pregnant MILF Delight (Teacher Futa Seduction 1)

  Dominated by the Teacher (Teacher Futa Seduction 2)

  Lesbian Teachers Seduced (Teacher Futa Seduction 3)

  Acknowledgments

  I just want to acknowledged my beta readers, helping me fight against bad grammar, missing question marks, and the occasional mistyped names! So thanks to Meric Merry.

  Lesbian Teachers Seduced

  Felicity

  My first day attending classes at Honolulu University was over. I had such fun. It was all I dreamed about over the summer. I had fantasized about being a futa at college, surrounded by hot girls and sexy teachers that I would seduce and fuck, savoring their tight pussies around my cock, their lips nuzzling at my cunt, and their sweet gasps as I made them cum.

  I was so glad I became a futa. It was the best experience in the world.

  My women's studies teacher, Professor Desjardins, had thought she was a domme. She tried to make me submit and be her little sex slave all semester. I even played along for a while, loving her strap-on fucking my pussy and asshole.

  But she couldn't resist my cock. I took her virginity, something she had denied all her male students she had dominated, and made her into my futa-slut. I had fucked her two more times today, leaving more cum to leak out of her pussy and asshole.

  I was eager to hook up with my futa-roommate Naomi and her fiancee Nelly. I wanted to hear how their teacher seduction played out, and then tell her all about my plan for tomorrow. She would love it. I was glad I had transformed the uptight, conservative, and ultra-Christian Naomi into a futa.

  She had turned into a complete slut. And Nelly, who used to be Neil two days ago, embraced her new role as a woman. So I wasn't surprised to walk into my dorm and find Nelly riding Naomi, her cute ass flexing, her large tits bouncing.

  “Hey, Felicity,” Naomi moaned, her blonde hair spread out on the bed, her small tits jiggling. “How'd it go?”

  “I turned my dominating women's studies professor into my bitch,” I grinned as I peeled out of my clothing, my clit sprouting into a dick that tented the front of my skirt.

  “Ooh,” Nelly groaned. “That's so hot. We fucked my pregnan
t English teacher, Professor Phillips.”

  “Pregnant?” I gasped, my dick throbbing. “Ooh, that's so hot.” Naked, I walked to the bed. My futa-dick leaked precum, far more than a man's, and plenty to lube the way to fuck a woman's ass. I placed my cock against Nelly's asshole. “Mind if join in?”

  “Fuck my cute slut,” Naomi purred.

  “Yes, fuck me, I love having two cocks in me,” groaned Nelly. She had fully become a woman, embracing her changes.

  I thrust, my dick penetrating deep into her asshole. She shuddered, her bowels clenching down on my dick. I slid all the way into her and loved the feel of Naomi's cock through the thin membranes of Nelly's body.

  “I had a wicked idea for tomorrow,” I groaned, my hips pumping, my flesh slapping into Nelly's ass.

  “What?” groaned Naomi, her hips thrusting up, slamming her cock into her fiancee's cunt. Her hands were on Nelly's big tits—the former man had the largest pair in the room.

  I slid my hands around Nelly's body, pressing my small titties against her back, and joined Naomi in squeezing Nelly's big boobs. “You have Professor Greene, right?”

  “Yes,” Noami gasped. “She's my philosophy teacher. She's so sexy. Blonde and busty. Mmm, she couldn't take her eyes off me. If I hadn't had plans to fuck Professor Phillips, I would have been all over her cunt.”

  “You know she's married?” I panted, savoring Nelly's tight ass.

  “I saw the ring. That just made it hotter.” Naomi shuddered. “Oh, you have so corrupted me.”

  “Uh-huh,” Nelly panted, her body shuddering as Naomi and I played with her hard, fat nipples. “Oh, yes. Keep fucking me. You futas are the best.”

  “She's married to a woman,” I groaned. “To Professor Knapp, my biology teacher. She is a sexy mixed-race lady. Just gorgeous, light-chocolate skin I want to devour.”

  “Oh, damn, that does sound hot,” groaned Naomi. “What's your plan?”

  “I want for us to seduce them and fuck them at the same time. After classes.” My dick ached. I came as I explained my naughty plan, my dick erupting blast after blast of cum into Nelly's asshole. Naomi squealed, too, shuddering beneath us as her jizz flooded her fiancee's cunt.

  “You are so wild,” groaned Naomi.

  “I am,” I panted. “Mmm, I'm still horny. Want to switch holes?”

  * * *

  Professor Vaniqua Knapp

  My thoughts kept drifting to Felicity Shae, the innocent, sultry girl in my Biology 101 class. She had brown hair in pigtails, a fresh face, and a petite body that her tight clothing and short skirt showed off her sleek thighs. She was innocent and slutty all at the same time.

  And she made my pussy wet.

  I couldn't wait to see her again. I recognized all the signs of a crush. I felt guilty. I hated having a crush on another woman. I was happily married to my wife Danielle. But sometimes I had students I couldn't stop thinking about.

  “You're quiet this morning,” Danielle said.

  “Oh, just thinking about my classes,” I lied. I was thinking about Felicity's gorgeous legs. They were so sexy as she walked, her short skirt swirling above mid-thigh. A hot shudder caressed my pussy at the thought.

  “You look a little dressed up today.”

  “Do I?” I asked, hoping to sound innocent. I had on a more revealing blouse and my favorite pair of sexy underwear—lacy, lilac panties and matching bra. I glanced at my wife. “You look a little dressed up, too.”

  “Oh, I guess,” she shrugged and shifted, her blonde curls sliding about her shoulders. She wore a wonder bra today, probably her black one that always made her large tits lift up into a jiggling mound of cleavage.

  I noticed how good she looked, her blue blouse was low-cut. Like mine. Was she dressing for a crush like me?

  We both couldn't have a crush on a student. My wife wasn't like that. She wasn't the straying type. My hands gripped the steering wheel as another hot flush swept out of my pussy. I squeezed my thighs as I drove through Honolulu to our college, trying to fight it off.

  “Any students standing out?” I asked.

  “Oh, a few,” she shrugged. “You?”

  “A few.” I swallowed. Felicity did more than stand out. She had stolen the show. Compared to her, every woman in my life, even my wife, was so plain. Last night, I thought of Felicity as my wife and I fooled around in bed.

  I almost called out Felicity's name when I came.

  I turned into Honolulu University's faculty parking lot and parked in my spot. We both had a spot, but unless one of us had to run an errand, we car-pooled and I was the driver in the family. I put the car into park and took a deep breath.

  Another day facing my temptress.

  “You have a good day,” Danielle said and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

  * * *

  Professor Danielle Greene

  I climbed out of my wife's car. My pussy was on fire. I couldn't believe how eager I was to see Naomi. The blonde nymphette had arrested me with her lithe beauty yesterday. She was slim and petite, her eyes a flashing blue. My nipples hardened in a flash when I first saw her. Flashes of the girl kneeling between my thighs and licking my pussy shot through my mind. I gave one last look to my wife, dressed a little sexier than usual, her black hair in her usually, fuzzy poof, her skin that delicious shade of light-chocolate that had arrested me the first time we met, her graceful body.

  She did not hold a candle to Naomi.

  My pussy clenched. I rushed to my class. I couldn't wait to see her. My heels clicked. I gripped my coffee mug on one hand, my purse and satchel slung over my other shoulder. Today, I didn't need my coffee to wake me up.

  I had Naomi.

  I reached my classroom, setting my purse and satchel on the desk. I pulled out my laptop, my hands fumbling as I set up the projector while the first students filed in, most looking tired as they slumped into their seats, not eager to have a class challenging them to think so early in the morning. My eyes kept glancing at the door, waiting for my siren to enter.

  My heart thudded in my chest. Naomi stepped in, a big smile on her face, her eyes flicking up and down my body. She walked up to me. My heart thudded in my chest. My mouth went dry. My pussy became wet.

  “Good morning, Professor Greene,” she purred, her voice honey. She wore a low-cut halter top, her nipples hard against the thin material. Her small breasts clearly needed no support. They were firm cones molded by the fabric.

  “Morning, Naomi,” I managed to say without stammering. I licked my lips. My nipples were so hard. I leaned forward, letting her have a better view of my cleavage. I wore my black push-up bra today for her.

  Naomi appreciated. Her grin grew wickeder. “You are looking so sexy. I hope you dressed like that for me.”

  I flushed. She knew. “Of course not,” I lied.

  “Right,” she winked. Her hand reached out and brushed mine. Her touch sent warmth shooting up my hand. My pussy clenched again. What was this girl? How could she affect me so? She was like Lolita, driving me wild with her nubile body and knowing exactly what she did to me. The little temptress. “After classes, I want you to wait in here. I would love to talk to you more about philosophy.”

  I swallowed and shuddered. “I... I... What kind of philosophy?”

  “The intimate kind,” she purred. “Maybe the ethics of a teacher and her student having a passionate affair.”

  My pussy clenched at the word affair. “Yes,” I blurted out without even realizing it. I was so horny. I glanced at my wedding ring. There was guilt, but it couldn't fight against the tide of my hot pussy. I had been thinking about Naomi, fantasizing about her, since yesterday morning. When I made love with my wife last night, thinking of the blonde nymphette, and not my wife, had brought me to my climax. “Yes, I'll be here. I... appreciate a student eager to learn.”

  She winked at me and headed to her seat. She sat down, her skirt riding up, and flashed me a naked, shaved pussy wet and excited.

  I almost mel
ted on the spot.

  * * *

  Professor Vaniqua Knapp

  My panties were a sudden mess by the time I finished my lecture for Biology 101. It was so hard to focus on it. I kept stammering and stuttering, sounding completely unprepared. I just couldn't take my eyes off the beguiling Felicity. She sat front row, her nipples hard against her white blouse, her pigtails spilling down her shoulders. Her skirt seemed even shorter than yesterday, her legs lovely and pale, not yet tanned by the Hawaiian sun.

  My mouth was dry the whole lecture. All the moisture in my body seemed to have flowed out of my pussy. Every movement shifted my white panties against the excited lips of my pussy, sending excited tingles across my body.

  “Okay, that's it for today class,” I groaned. “I want papers on the asexual reproduction of bacteria, 5000 words, by Friday.”

  The class groaned as they stood up. All except Felicity.

  She had a big smile on her face as she strode up to me, her hips shaking, her skirt swirling about those gorgeous thighs. I wanted to fall to my knees and worship those thighs. My tongue could bathe them on my way to her juicy pussy. I would lick and worship her cunt, devouring her until she exploded on my lips.

  I shuddered as she stopped before me. The scent of apricots lingered about her. Felicity's smile grew sweet as she looked me up and down. I swallowed, my nipples so hard. I wish I hadn't worn a bra so my nipples would be so obviously aroused like hers. I couldn't take my eyes off her nubs pressing on the front of her blouse.

  “Asexual reproduction seems so boring,” she purred. “Where's the fun in that?”

  “I don't think bacteria care about fun,” I answered. “They're just cells following the programming of their DNA. They just react to the stimuli around them.”

  “Stimuli? That's this, right?” She stroked my bare thigh, sliding up beneath my skirt. A shiver ran through my body ending at my pussy. I gasped and she smiled. “I stimulate you, and you shiver and gasp.”