Huge orgy ending

"The world has become a dangerous place. Monsters crawl out of the crevices of the world, and rumour has it they work at the whim of a strange sorceress, bent on causing chaos and the destruction of humankind. Men have mostly died out fighting this new threat, and a curse has been placed on women, turning them into Futanaris: Women with both male and female genatalia, with an unnaturally high sex drive." "You have arrived at the newly formed 'Futa Defence College', a school designed to train girls to combat this new monster threat. As you step off the bus which brought you here, you are struck with a sense of awe at the size and architecture of the buildings - everything looks so clean and futuristic, like it could be from a sci-fi film." "You wonder how the students and teachers will treat you, and whether you can succeed in this new school. You always got good grades before, but this is a different type of education." "Taking a deep breath, you step onto campus to start this new chapter."

"As you step onto the immaculately kept campus grounds, taking in the state-of-the-art facilities with awe, you feel a wave of nerves wash over you. This place is so different to your old school - here, they train warriors, not scholars. You wonder if you have what it takes to succeed in this new environment. Taking a deep breath, you reassure yourself under your breath. Suddenly, you become aware of footsteps approaching from behind. Turning, you see a group of busty futa girls in signature tight shirts and short skirts striding towards you, appraising you with curiosity and mirth in their eyes."

"Look what we have here girls, a new cute little recruit" says a tall, athletic looking futa with long red hair.

"The others giggle girlishly." "Aww she's so shy! I think she needs someone to show her around don't you?" "says a buxom blonde, winking playfully at the redhead."

"You feel your cheeks reddening under their gazes. What have you got yourself into here..."

"The group of buxom futa girls approach you, their voluptuous figures barely contained in the revealing uniforms. You can't help but let your eyes wander over their curvaceous forms before snapping your gaze back up to their mischievous faces. It seems their plan is already working to make you flustered."

"Aren't you a cute one!" giggles the blonde. "I'm Amanda, and this is Raven and Luna" she says, gesturing to the redhead and a violet-haired girl.

"We'd love to show you to admissions, wouldn't we girls?" says Raven, a sly grin stretching across her glossy lips. Luna smirks and nods in agreement.

"Just try to keep up cutie!" Amanda laughs, giving your backside a playful pat before turning on her heel. The others fall in behind her, sashaying their curvy hips alluringly as they lead the way.

You hurry to follow, trying to ignore how snugly their little skirts hug their bouncing cheeks. This is definitely not like your old school...

"The group of futa girls lead the way, their curvy hips swaying hypnotically in their tight little skirts. You can't help noticing how their ample asses wiggle so tantalizingly with each step."

The girls giggle amongst themselves.

"Aww, don't worry cutiepie," Amanda says reassuringly, throwing a companionable arm around your shoulders. "It's perfectly normal to be a little nervous when you're starting at a new school."

Raven nods in agreement. "But don't you worry too much, we'll teach you everything you need to know."

Luna winks playfully at you. "And maybe show you a few things you didn't even know you needed to know!" she adds seductively, causing the others to burst into giggles.

You feel their proximity and touch send shivers down your spine. One thing is for sure: you won't be bored here at Futa Defence College.

"The group of futa girls lead you through the well-manicured college grounds, pointing out various buildings and landmarks along the way. It's hard to keep your attention on what they're saying, though, when their every movement seems so sensual."

"Ahhh here we are!" exclaimed Amanda, coming to a stop in front of a large building near the campus entrance.

"The admissions office is right here." said Raven with a smile, opening the door and gesturing for you to enter.

"I pause at the threshold for a moment, turning to look back at the girls slyly grinning at me." "Thanks for showing me the way. You guys have been super helpful."

"There was a flicker of something in their eyes that you couldn't quite name." "We'll see you around cutie." Amanda said, giving you one last wink before the girls turned and began to retreat back the way they had come. As you watched them disappear around a corner, it feels like you had just woken up from a dream.

"As you push open the door, you step into what looks like a traditional office space. To your left, you see a sparkling water dispenser and to your right you see the reception desk. A single futa woman sits behind it, her long hair cascading over her voluptuous curves that are barely contained by her tight shirt."

"She turns to you and grins broadly, her seductive lips curling invitingly upwards."

"Welcome to Futa Defence College, sweetie. My name is Vanessa." "She emphasizes her name by popping her generous chest out, causing her shirt to strain against her large breasts." "How can I assist you?" "she asks, with a sultry hint in her voice."

"Vanessa giggles softly at your obvious ogling, not seeming at all upset by your admiration of her ample cleavage."

"Eyes up here, darling," "she says playfully, yet not unkindly. Her alluring gaze draws your stare up to meet her eyes, deep pools of mischief and charm."

"Katrine, was it? Let me pull up your file..." "she murmurs, clicking away at her computer with long red nails. You can't help sneaking glances down at her luscious curves now and then, while she types with practiced seductive precision."

"Ah, here you are. Everything seems to be in order..." "she says, printing off a small stack of papers."

"Your class schedule and uniforms are all set. I hope you enjoy your time here at the College," "Vanessa purrs, handing you the paperwork with a flirtatious wink."

"Of course, darling." "Vanessa continues with a mischievous grin." "You can get your uniforms and such from the supply center on the second floor of the building next door. Here, let me give you the address."

"Vanessa reaches for a small notepad and pen, scribbling down the directions to the supply center."

"Just head through that door to your right and it will be the building to your left," "she points as she hands you the notepad". "Oh and, if you need anything else while you're here, don't hesitate to come see me."

"She smirks seductively, lingering on the last words, before turning her attention back to the computer in front of her."

"You push the door open and enter the supply center. The atmosphere is much less solemn than the admissions building, with colorful banners and streamers brightening up the place. A few futa girls in the same uniforms as the ones who showed you around earlier mill about, chatting and giggling amongst themselves."

"As you approach the reception desk, the girl behind it looks up from the paperwork she was apparently engrossed in. Her eyes roam up and down your body openly, appraising every curve."

"Hey, sexy... err, I mean, hello there!" "She says, covering up her initial slip with a giggle". "Welcome to the supply center. My name is Jenny. How can I help you?"

"You can feel the girl's sultry gaze on you, weighing you up. Her uniform hugs her curves tightly, showing off her ample assets quite well."

"Jenny takes the papers from you and quickly scans through them, checking for accuracy. When she finishes, she turns her attention back to you, her eyes taking in your every feature. Watching your reddening cheeks, Jenny can't help but grin."

"Well, sweetness, if you're looking for less revealing uniforms, you've come to the wrong place." "She says playfully, her eyes locking with yours as she winks." "But don't worry- I think you'll look great in it. After all, it's important to embrace our sexy futanari selves!"

"She waves her arm towards a nearby shelf, lined with rows upon rows of tightly packed uniforms." "Your size will be on one of those shelves there. You'll find everything you need in the pockets, too."

"She hands you a small cardboard box, a mischievous glint in her eye." "Here you go, Hun. Enjoy!"

Jenny smirks playfully and gives you a suggestive look. "Oh, just some extra supplies you might find... useful," she says cryptically, winking at you again before turning to tend to another customer.

"You can't help but feel slightly bewildered as you take the box with you over to one of the uniform shelves. As you scan the row for your size, you catch glimpses of the contents of the package inside the cardboard box."

"The futa girl standing next to you glances at your box before giving you a knowing grin. She looks barely able to contain her laughter."

"Welcome to Futa Defence College!" she says excitedly, bouncing up and down on her toes. "You'll find those will come in handy soon enough."

She gives you a playful wink and saunters away as you reach deeper into the box. To your surprise, there's something inside that's even more scandalous than the condoms: a small bottle of lube, with a note attached that reads 'For those hard-to-reach areas~'.

"Your mind races as you ponder the implications of these unexpected items. Will you need them soon? And if so, with whom? You feel both excited and nervous at the same time."

"As you wander back over to the reference desk, a futa girl approaches you with a big gesture, red ribbonfastened ponytail bouncing cutely behind her. She's clearly dressed in the same set of clothes though from the pristine expression on her face she seems eager to assist you."

"You adorable Katrine-chan!" "She trills excitedly". "Let me help you get changed. Come now."

"With a flittering smile and a sway of her hips she turns and beckons you to follow so that you can change into your fresh new uniform. As you walk past more scantily clad girls, their carefree laughter drifts on the air."

"The futa girl leads you down the hallway lined with lockers, each one assigned to a different student, and into a set of small dressing room stalls. She sets the cardboard box with your new supplies down on one of the benches before turning back to you."

"Alrighty then, let's get you changed into that cute new uniform of yours!" "she exclaims happily before closing the door behind her, leaving you alone in the small stall."

"You quickly undress and carefully begin to slip on the new uniform, surveying yourself in the full-length mirror attached to the door. It fits snugly but comfortably, accentuating your curves despite the shortness of the skirt."

"As you turn around to survey the other side of the skirt, the futa girl suddenly re-enters the room, her eyes drinking in your form appreciatively." "Oh my! You look absolutely gorgeous in that, Katrine-chan." "She exclaims with a knowing grin."

"The girl's eyes sparkle mischievously as you question her sudden appearance." "Oh don't mind me, sweetie. I just wanted to make sure everything fits correctly."

"You notice the way she's looking at you with an all-too-knowing expression. Something in her tone strikes you as a little bit off."

"If you need any extra help getting dressed, I'm more than happy to lend a hand," "she says, her gaze flickering down briefly to your body before quickly meeting your own eyes again. There's a heated intensity in her voice that sends a shiver down your spine."

"You feel bewildered and a little uncomfortable, unsure of what to say or do next."

The girl can't help but grin at your timid reaction. "Don't worry, Katrine-chan," she says reassuringly. "All the uniforms are designed to be a little revealing. It's part of embracing our futanari identities, after all."

"She steps closer to you, her eyes flickering up and down your body once more." "But if it makes you uncomfortable, I could always help you adjust it a bit," she says with a suggestive tone.

"You feel a small wave of desire mixed with apprehension flow through you as she stands so close, and wonder just how much you can trust this girl."

The girl smirks in response to your inquiry and steps even closer, placing a hand on your hip. "Oh, there are a couple of ways," she murmurs into your ear, her breath hot against the side of your face. "We could start with adjusting the length of your skirt - it would look way cuter if it was a little shorter."

"She traces a finger down the side of your thigh, making you shiver all over again." "Or we could make your top a bit tighter... nothing wrong with showing off your curves, right?"

"As she speaks, her other hand begins to brush lightly against the underside of your shirt, lazily tracing designs on your bare skin. Her touch sends tingles up your spine, and you can feel your body starting to respond to her advances despite yourself."

The girl smiles, seemingly pleased that you're open to her suggestions. Her hand slides up the underside of your skirt and starts lifting it up slowly, exposing more of your skin to her hungry gaze.

"Mm, that's what I like to hear," she whispers against your ear, as her fingers lightly stroke up and down your thigh, slowly inching their way towards your panties. "You're looking so sexy in that uniform - the other girls are going to be so jealous."

"You can feel your heart racing in your chest as she lifts your skirt higher and higher, exposing more and more of your body to her. Part of you feels excited by this turn of events, while another part is still apprehensive. You wonder how far this girl is willing to go with her seduction, and if you're ready for what might come next."

The girl smirks playfully at your question, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You'll just have to trust me," she replies with a wink. "Besides, I think it looks fantastic."

"With that, she leads you out of the dressing room and back into the brightly-lit corridor, your skirt held up around your waist by her hand as she parades you through the school."

"As you walk past other students along the hallway, they're clearly taking notice of your changed appearance - pointing and whispering amongst themselves as they catch sight of the exposed patch of skin above your knee. You feel both flustered and prideful, knowing that you now look exactly as the school intends."

"Now then, Katrine-chan," the girl coos, her grip tightening on your hip, "I think it's time for you to get your school timetable. Wait here," she says before rushing off down the hall.

"As the girl approaches, you almost feel a sense of relief at the thought of covering yourself once again. But as she gets closer, you can see that she's carrying something that looks like a small electronic device."

"All right, Katrine-chan," she says with a grin. "This is your personal class schedule!"

"She presses a button on the device, and a small holographic screen appears in front of you, listing out your classes for the next few days. You glance down at it, feeling a sense of trepidation and excitement all rolled into one."

"As you're reading over the list of classes, you suddenly feel the futa girl's breath hot against the back of your neck." "So, are you excited to start your first day of classes? There are so many things to learn here at Futa Defence College..."

The futa girl chuckles and squeezes your ass gently. "Good girl," she says approvingly. "You're going to have so much fun here."

"She moves away from you, and you feel the cool air brush against your exposed skin where she was just touching you. You can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment when she does."

"Now, off you go," she says, gesturing down the hallway towards your first class. "Don't be late, or you might get into trouble."

"With that, she brushes past you and slips off down another corridor, leaving you standing alone in the hallway clutching your new device."

"As you approach the assigned classroom, you can hear noises coming from inside that give you pause - feminine giggling, strange cries and moans of pleasure. Your apprehension grows as you reach for the handle, wondering what could possibly be going on in there."

"Steeling your nerves, you slowly push open the door and peer inside. Within, you see a circle of girls kneeling on the floor around two figures in the center of the room. As your eyes adjust, you realize with a shock that one girl is being pleasured by the other as the rest watch intently."

"At the sound of the door opening, all eyes turn towards you, and uproarious laughter and cheering fills the room." "Look who finally showed up!" one calls out amidst the chaos. "Everybody, say hello to our new classmate, Katrine!"

A whole new wave of embarrassment washes over you. Whatever kind of lesson you were expecting, it clearly isn't a 'normal' one...

The girl being pleasured lets out a breathy moan before responding to your question. "Why of course it's a class, silly!" she gasps out. "We're just giving you a...practical demonstration of what to expect here."

"That's right," adds another futa with a grin. "Learning by doing is the best approach at Futa Defence College. And trust me - the 'material' is far more engaging this way."

"The group dissolves into more giggles as the girl in the middle clearly reaches new heights of euphoria. Her partner makes no attempt to conceal the lewd acts from the observers."

"Come - join us!" beckons a space near the outer ring. "No need to be shy. We just want to make you feel welcome."

"It's quite clear there will be no "traditional" academics here. But will you dare to participate in their lecherous act, or continue standing awkwardly apart from the crowd?"

"As you take your place in the circle, all eyes are on you, watching eagerly to see how you'll react to the live show before you. The girl being fucked moans louder at the added attention, clearly thriving under the stimulation and desire-heavy atmosphere."

"Her partner takes notice of the new spectator and pulls back momentarily from her task to address you." "Well don't just stand there, sweet thing. Get a closer look - it'll do you good to learn the ins and outs early." "She thrusts sharply back inside to punctuate the statement, drawing a gasp from the writhing girl."

At your tactile participation, encouraging hoots and hollers erupt from the surrounding group. The girl notices your hand on her back and glances up at you with a playful smile.

"Eager to join in already, are we?" she teases, never relenting in her relentless pounding. The other girl's cries increase in volume, clearly enjoying the new sensations your involvement provides.

"Go on, why don't you help our new guest loosen up a little?" the dominant futa suggests to the onlookers. Before you can respond, hands reach out to grasp your waist from behind, yanking your skirt up further so that your bare bottom is displayed for all. Fingers tease and caress the soft skin, eliciting gasps and moans of their own.

"We aim to please thoroughly here," a voice whispers hotly in your ear from behind. "And you looked like you could use a bit of pleasure too..."

"Watching is fun, but getting your hands dirty is where the real education begins," the futa behind you purrs in response, giving your reddening cheek another playful smack.

"Don't be such a prude - we all know you're just as hungry for naughty fun as the rest of us deep down." A second girl slides up beside you, groping your breasts firmly through your shirt. "Just relax and enjoy~ We'll make sure you feel amazing."

Before you can protest further, soft lips press against your neck from behind, sucking and nibbling the tender flesh as the fondling grows bolder. Moisture pools between your legs as your body reacts against your will. Maybe...giving in just this once wouldn't hurt...

The high-pitched moan you emit only eggs the group on further. Hands wander audaciously all over your lithe form now, groping, caressing, squeezing every sensitive inch of exposed skin.

Lips attack yours from behind in a searing kiss to swallow your cries of pleasure. Between your legs, fingers tease your aching womanhood mercilessly through the thin panties, rhythmically rubbing your swollen nub.

Your head spins dizzily from the overstimulation, all rational thought obliterated by waves of uncensored lust. Beneath the chaos, the copulating pair climaxes one after the other with animalistic screams, setting off a round of raucous cheering from the onlookers.

"Give in to the pleasure, new girl," one pants encouragingly in your ear as two sets of hands push your unwilling thighs further apart. "We have so much more to teach you..."

Still hazy with unfulfilled desire, you gently brush your fingers against the sticky seed now coating your skin, gaze unfocused.

The futa behind you chuckles throatily. "That's our essence, darling - proof of how good it felt to let go. Don't you want to experience that level of raw ecstasy for yourself?"

She nibbles your earlobe teasingly as more eager hands grope between your thighs. Two slick digits thrust deep inside your sopping heat without warning, immediately finding that sweet spot. Your back arches involuntarily at the sudden invasion.

"We'll help you fly higher than you ever imagined," another girl purrs close by as they start pumping your hole relentlessly. Your muffled cries fall on deaf ears in the fevered room.

"Just give yourself over to the pleasure. There's no holding back here..."

Your submission only spurs their zeal further. With a predatory gleam, several half-hard futa cocks press teasingly against your quivering thighs, leaving shining trails of precum.

"You were made for this, little slut," the girl fingerfucking you growls, curling her digits just right to make you see stars.

Another seizes your obedient mouth in a punishing kiss to muffle your cries. All around, thick rods of girlcock pulse eagerly, waiting their turn to claim your wanton body. Your cunt weeps shamelessly at the depraved spectacle.

"Beg for it like the bitch in heat you are," someone hisses, giving your ass a sharp smack. "We'll give you the fucking of your life."

With weakness in your limbs and fire in your core, rational thought has long fled your lust-hazed mind. You can only submit helplessly to their wicked designs...

Your wanton plea elicits a savage chorus of lustful shouts and cheers from the depraved crowd. Seizing your invitation with gleeful abandon, two girls shove their thick lengths past your stretched lips without hesitation.

You gag at the sudden intrusion, spit and saliva running down your chin as you struggle to accommodate their girth. But they show you no mercy, pounding your willing throat with punishing vigour.

Behind, another two rods spear your pulsating cunt in tandem, plunging deep to the hilt on every stroke. Your dripping hole offers no resistance, eagerly sucking them further inside with each delirious buck of your hips.

Your senseless cries of ecstasy go unheard over the wet smacking of flesh and raucous moans filling the room. Hands grip your swaying breasts bruisingly, twisting swollen nipples cruel between fingers.

Waves of delirious bliss wrack your used body as the ruthless fucking threatens to split you in two. You've surrendered completely to their savage desires...

Your small frame strains almost to the breaking point, stuffed to the limits with girlmeat in every hole. But the futas show no mercy, only desire to utterly corrupt your virtue.

Two new rods nudge impatiently at your clenching rear entrance. "Don't be shy now, cunt - we've still got two more cocks for your tight ass," one teases, running the swollen head provocatively along your crease.

Without warning, they breach your barrier in one forceful shove, eliciting a muffled cry of pain around the cocks ravaging your mouth. No time is given to adjust before they commence a brutal pace, plundering your ass without restraint.

The unbelievable fullness has tears blurring your vision, all rationality obliterated by the raw bombardment of sensory overload. Your cunt spasms helplessly around the cocks sawing inside, gripped by an endless chain of bone-shaking orgasms.

Lost in an agonizing rapture, your degraded body exists only to serve their every carnal whim...