The Fate of Sex at Ridgemont Futa High (Futa on male, Series)

Some notes. Although it's not a direct continuation of my first futa story (see here), it is set in the same setting and related. Reading that first (including the side story) will be helpful to get an idea of the setting.

It's a tiny bit more serious and their will be more plot. I'll just say 'obsession' and leave it at that. (Don't expect anything dark or direly serious though, all good fun.)

The series will be in this thread, so check every so often. (Please.) Also, not everything is planned out to the finest detail, so it may take a little longer then my first one did.

Male fucking futa

Futa fucking male (no penetration)

Enjoy and please post comments if you have them. It's helpful.

“In the latter days of the Cold War, Dr. Edward X. Glaser saw only ruin in humanity’s future. Predicting a nuclear apocalypse within a decade, he and a few hundred similarly fearful followers relocated to a small island off the coast of southwestern Canada. Dr. Glaser was an expert geneticist, a pioneer of his field. To ensure mankind’s survival…he performed genetic experiments on his followers. The one success and incredible success at that. was that the…”

In the middle of my rambling, Anne stopped me with a raised hand and a skeptical raised eyebrow. “Cliff, how much of this is true?”

I grinned guiltily. “It could be the real history.”

“No, it is not.” She said matter-of-factly, shooting down my attempt at humor. “Our island is nowhere near Canada.

Some people just don’t appreciate the subtle joy that can be found in an improvised inane story. My name is Cliff and that’s one of my talents, which has little to do with anything. …Or does it? (No.)

Studying is something that needs to be done when your in high school, some people don’t do it, they’re either brilliant, lazy or both. Having an attractive studying partner is both a godsend and a curse. It’s a curse as you ain’t paying attention to studying, but rather her long legs, or her fine breasts, or occasionally when I’m in a certain romantic mood, her lips or maybe her fiery red hair. It’s a godsend as your grades suffer, so it’s insisted by teachers and parents alike that you study more, and again, getting to gawk and be with a beautiful girl, in her room. Alone.

Now just because Anne and I go to Ridgemont High, do not think that we are not studying as in textbooks, but rather ‘studying’ as in having sex. Anne is a very rare, almost unique specimen of this strange and foreign concept called modesty. Unlike the rest of the student body, which have no qualms about sating their bodily urges (having sex), Anne…does not have sex. Ask around, and no one knows what she looks like naked or how she is in the sack.

While I absentmindedly sifted through far too heavy textbooks on the