Free Futa's First Day (The Futa Academy 1)(Futa-on-female, First Time, College erotica) by Reed James Page A

“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. Eighteen 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