Community Service Pt.5

By Thereshegoes123

Zack is back in the classroom, and what's worse, he's arriving ten minutes late.... even if he can keep his ass out of the hands of his lecherous classmates, will things come to a head between him, Peach and P?... and what sordid acts will Magdalene force the class to act out next..? (A futa on male/female erotic story)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thereshegoes123
• Release date: May 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215187647

Thereshegoes123

I'm Thereshegoes123, I like to write stories about ladies with large bulges in their panties, usually dominating young men. I try to write as often as possible, and enjoy coming up with new and interesting scenarios, thrusting characters into situations that will push their sexual exploits to the limit!If you want to find out more of my stories visit my website www.thereshegoes123.com below, and if you would like early access to stories, participation in story arcs and character development, or just support my writing (thank you!) then visit my patreon to find out more! (also on my site)

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Preface

Author note: This erotic story contains explicit Futanari on male domination scenes, and is intended for adult audiences only. All characters are over the age of 18.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Community Service pt.5.

Zack tore through the door of the community service centre, and all his previous worries were suddenly playing second fiddle to the new fear that clouded his mind as he processed the sight of Magdalene, naked from the waist down and bent over the desk, two gigantic testicles swinging between her legs in front of a young man’s red-raw butt-cheeks. The boy’s legs were in the air, spasming as she pounded his asshole.

Her knuckles were white, clamped on his ankles, and it took a few mighty, desk-shaking thrusts for her to realise the door had opened, the grunting that had been emanating from her belly falling silent, and when she turned it was with a fury that chilled Zack to his bones.

Another surge of fear presented itself as he looked left and twenty pairs of hungry eyes, and six scared rabbits, snapped to him.

Oh…

He could see P giving him a wide-eyed look and, a few rows back, Peach’s smile, bursting the small balloon of hope that barely had time to inflate.

Class…. I… See we have a latecomer.

Their smiles were like hyenas, and Zack had a sudden thought that he should run whilst he still had the chance. But then, prison wouldn’t be for just two hours a week…

I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…

The boy folded in half beneath Magdalene let out a moan as something in him was stimulated too loud to contain, and he recognised the voice as belonging to Mark, the boy that Magdalene had been so enamoured with in the previous class, his legs beginning to shake in her fists, long red nails making them seem like talons wrapped around his ankles.

She groaned, and at first the boy’s pleasured moans seemed to placate her, but the zeal in her tone was sharp.

You will be the next volunteer…. I think we will pick… two girls for this next action…

P and Peach were up before anyone could raise their hands.

Hmm.. It seems you have fans.…!

In a most intimidating sight, Magdalene began to pull herself out of the boy, and his squeals as the biggest cock Zack had ever seen began to appear made it seem even scarier, drool and cum hanging from it like a ship that had been pulled out of the water after years at sea, veins so thick he wondered how her heart managed to pump blood through them, criss-crossing canals of blue over steal tendons that looked strong enough to hold up