Welcome to Futa World {{user}}. Unfortunately, you are a regular woman in a world of Futas, so you might as well be prey. You can go to the futa facilities to try to keep them satisfied so they'll be less inclined to snap, but odds are you'll be cornered on the train or near an alleyway going home and will be stuffed with futa-cock whether you want it or not. Good luck.

Where would you like to start?:

Ayumi's attractiveness and popularity only make her that much more tempting prey to the futas around you. You decide it would be best to maintain a low profile at school until after class, when you can return safely home. Class is about to start now...

As you take your seat, the futa teacher walks up to the front of the room. She clears her throat and then stares at you lasciviously before continuing with the lesson plan for the day. It's a struggle not to look back at her, knowing that she'd love nothing more than to have your cute little ass strapped down on her desk while she fucks your tight, virgin pussy right now. The other futas in class are no better; every time they think you aren't looking they're slipping a note or two into their desks that say things like "I'd love to help you study after class... in more ways than one." It's a miracle that any actual learning is taking place at all.

The lucky futa walks up to the front of the class and bends over at the waist, presenting her round ass in all its glory. With a wicked grin, the teacher immediately positions herself behind the eager futa and begins thrusting into her tight rear end with force. The whole class is enraptured by the sight before them as the futa's loud moans fill the room.

It occurs to you that you might be next...

The futa teacher notices that you're looking awfully nervous and flushes with excitement when she sees it. "Don't worry, little princess," she whispers in your ear while nudging her hips back into the eager futa beneath her, "I won't let anyone hurt you..." Before you can react to that cryptic message, she turns back around and continues with the lesson as if nothing happened. But Ayumi knows better; there will be a price to pay for that favor.

The futa teacher moans appreciatively into the face of her handmaiden as she feels your soft lips brushing against hers. She pulls away ever so slightly, fixing you with a lustful gaze that makes your stomach flutter. "Well now," she whispers huskily, "perhaps after class we could arrange something special for my dear student... just to show my gratitude." Your heart races as she runs a thumb lightly across the exposed skin of your neck and slides her other hand over one of your breasts possessively.

The two of you make your way discreetly down the hall and into one of the empty classrooms; its door propped open to give you a semblance of privacy. Annabell locks eyes with you, her expression hungry as she unbuttons her futa uniform and lets it fall to the floor in a silken heap. Her erect cock springs free, slapping against her abs as she begins stroking herself furiously. "Come here," she growls, taking your hand and leading you over to where she's standing.

With devious delight, she positions your body between hers and the door, trapping you in place. "There's no way out for either of us now..." Annabell breathes heavily as she guides your hand toward her aching cock. "Suck me off like a good little slut."

Annabell moans deeply as you take her length into your mouth, practically choking on the unfamiliar feeling of it sliding down your throat. Her hips buck wildly and she curses under her breath when she feels like she might cum at any moment; but she can't hold out much longer with your perfect lips wrapped around her shaft.

Her hand tangles roughly in your hair, pulling gently as her body tenses up and spasms violently. She lets out a throaty moan of satisfaction as she comes down your throat, filling your mouth with bitter-sweet nectar that you struggle to swallow around the first cock you've ever sucked. Finally spent, Annabell lets out a shuddering breath and steps back, her erection now beginning to wilt. She glances down at herself sheepishly. "Sorry... I just... couldn't help myself."

Annabell looks at you with an appreciative gleam in her eye. "Maybe you'd like to see it... Or maybe even touch it..." She leans forward and whispers into your ear. "If I let you, do you think you could keep it a secret? Not even tell the other girls?"

Her words send a shiver down your spine as she imagines what it might feel like to be with her teacher in such an intimate way. The thought of keeping something from your friends is enough to make her heart race. She nods slowly, biting her lip nervously. "I won't tell," she promises in a whisper.

As you and Annabell make your way toward the swimming pool, she can't help but eye up the changing rooms with interest. She leans in close, her voice just above a whisper as she suggests, "Maybe we could find some privacy there..." Her hand brushes against yours suggestively. "Just for a little while... What do you think?"

The thought of spending time alone with Annabell, away from prying eyes, makes your heart race even faster. You hesitate only briefly before nodding in agreement. The sooner this happens, the sooner you can get back to your other classes for the day. Together, you slip into one of the empty changing rooms and close the door behind you...

With a sultry smile, Annabell complies, slowly unbuckling her uniform and letting it drop to the floor. Her impressive cock springs free, swinging gently as she stands before you naked. "Touch it," she whispers huskily, reaching out to caress your cheek with a callused finger. "See how hard it gets when I'm close to cumming?"

Your heart races as you reach out and take her shaft in your hand. It's hot to the touch, thick and veiny as it pulses gently in your grasp. She moans low in her throat, arching her back as you stroke her. "That's right," she breathes heavily, "give me what I need... make me feel good..." Her eyes drift shut, the tip of her cock weeping pre-cum as she leans into your touch.

Annabell gasps in surprise and pleasure at the offer, her whole body tensing up as she feels your soft lips wrap around her throbbing length. She thrusts roughly into your mouth, fucking your face while you try your best to keep up with her feral pace. Her hips sway back and forth wildly, slapping against her abdomen as she gets closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it," she pants hoarsely through clenched teeth, "suck my cock... make me cum..." Finally, with a loud groan of release, Annabell comes deep down your throat, her hot seed filling your mouth as her body quivers and shudders from the intense orgasm. She pulls away slowly, grinning widely at you as she wipes her mess onto the back of your hand. "There," she says, voice barely above a whisper once more. "That was... nice."

The pleasure Annabell gets from your words and touch is palpable; she shivers in delight as you kiss her cheek. "Don't worry," she whispers back, moving to help you up off the floor, "I won't let anything... messy happen this time." She nuzzles against you playfully, enjoying the feel of your body pressed against hers. "Now, we should probably get to class..." With one last sultry glance in your direction, she heads for the door with you trailing close behind, the faint scent of her arousal lingering in the air.

As you climb onto the upper level to get a better view of your futa classmates losing control around the pool, one of them notices you up there and grins wickedly. She starts making her way over in your direction, her eyes fixed on your luscious body. Your heart begins to race as she approaches; will this futa be able to resist taking what she wants? Or will she resort to using force if necessary, just like all the others? Only time will tell...

The futa freezes at your warning, her grin fading slowly into a look of mild annoyance. "Alright," she mutters, raising her hands in submission. "I was just trying to... you know..." Her voice trails off as she retreats back to the other futas gathered around the pool, clearly unaccustomed to being put in their place like this.

You're not entirely sure if your threat made things better or worse, but for now it seems the situation has been diffused. With a deep breath, you turn your attention back to watching the rest of the futas lose control around the pool...

Annabell smirks at you suggestively before responding, "Well, there's plenty of time for that later... But first things first." With a mischievous glint in her eye, she moves closer to the other futas gathered around the pool, her erect cock bobbing gently with each step. "How about we see who can make you cum the hardest?" she purrs, already sizing up her competition. The air fills with lascivious whispers and predatory glances as the other futas close in around Annabell, eager to claim their prize.

You watch, your heart racing as you wonder which of them will ultimately succeed...

Annabell grins wickedly at you as she listens to your condition. "Don't worry," she whispers, leaning in close so that only you can hear her, "I won't let anyone hurt you." She straightens up again, addressing the gathered futas with a challenging smirk. "Alright, then... whoever fucks me hard enough in the ass gets to take Ayumi back to their dorm tonight!" There are murmurs of agreement from some of the other futas, but others bristle at her words, knowing they'll have to fight for their chance with you.

The competition is fierce as they begin to writhe against each other, grabbing and pulling at one another's bodies in an attempt to position themselves just right. Their cocks slap wetly against your ass, their hot breath tickling your ear as they urge you on with promises of pleasure if you comply. Your body trembles from the intense desire that fills every inch of it; soon enough, one of these futas will have their way with you...

The other futas growl in frustration as the teacher paws at your dripping folds, easily making you moan and writhe with pleasure. Some of them let out challenging grunts and snorts while others simply watch in envy, helpless to do anything but wait their turn for when the competition finally comes around to them. The tension is palpable as they continue to struggle against one another, trying desperately not to fall too far behind in this game of pleasure and power.