Hyper in High School (tags by chapter)

Story by DepravedZero

UPDATE: Part 2 is up. Story is now on hiatus. Be on the lookout for other stories from me in the future, though!

Been lurking for a while, first time posting. I've enjoyed a lot of stories on here, and I've wanted to write one. So I just wrote this really quick tonight. It could lead to more. Feedback and criticism is welcome. It's been a while since I've written, and a long time since I've written anything erotic

Part 1 (hyper, futa/fem, excessive cum)

Frances Calvin drummed her fingers on her desk as she supported her head with her other arm. She found history class so boring. She glanced up at the clock. Only ten minutes had passed! Mr. Moore’s lecture droned on, and she felt her brain going numb.

That was of course before she felt a tingle up her spine. She must have visibly reacted because her friend in the desk next to her, Becca, giggled quietly, sending jiggles through the exposed cleavage of her voluminous chest. Frances glared at her blonde friend, but quickly snapped her head forward to the source of the sensation.

Frances, Frankie to her friends, was a rather unassuming brunette. She stood at an average 5’ 5”. She often got comments on her long straight hair that extended to her lower back or her piercing green eyes. But she usually took these compliments as people obviously avoiding her most prominent feature. She was part of the 1% of the population that was futanari. She had a penis. She was also part of the less than 1% of the population that was considered “hyper.” She had a big penis, a very big penis. She was in fact very large even for a hyper. When completely flaccid, it was roughly six feet long. It would, however, extend when stimulated.

She sat at her desk with her legs spread wide to give room her monster, coffee-can-width cock that extended out from the hem of her skirt. Pants had become a distant dream for her. This girthy serpent extended in front of her, covered by a cloth cock sleeve, underneath the two desks in front of her. And it was under the front desk that the source of the sensation resided. The girl in that seat had slipped off her shoes and was caressing Frankie’s grapefruit-sized cockhead with her stockinged feet. Frankie wasn’t sure if this girl was doing it absent-mindedly or with the intention of driving Frankie wild, but she was definitely the effect of the second.

The girl in the other desk took notice. She glanced quickly behind her at Frankie, gave a sly grin, then reached down to untie her laces.

“No, no, no, no, no…” thought Frankie. The middle girl seemed impervious to her telepathic pleas however, as she vigorously caressed the clothed shaft underneath her desk.

Frankie’s cock was no secret to her classmates. How could it be? It was several feet long. No clothes could contain it. She wore the cock sleeve just to have some semblance of decency. Most students pretended not to notice it. Some had been very cold towards her when she reached puberty and her ever-lengthening dong required her to be public about her theretofore secret. It had at least allowed her to find out who her true friends were.

These two girls, the Persichetti twins, weren’t her friends. But they had never bullied her either. She had maybe caught their wandering glance a few times, but Frankie hadn’t thought she had held their attention at all. Maybe she had, may she hadn’t, but one thing was for sure, they had enough attention for her to torment her in this history class from hell.

Her dick began to harden and lengthen. The head grew past the feet of the front girl, Rosa, who resigned to working the shaft like her sister, Christina. The firm penis began to leak pre-cum. Luckily, the sleeve had a small reservoir in the tip to hold some of the leakage, but if this continued, she would have a real issues on her hands. And the twins would have a real issue on their feet.

Frankie looked at the clock again. Twenty-five minutes to go. She bit her lip and took a deep breath through her nose. As she exhaled through her mouth, Christina giggled, clearly having heard the audible, wavering breath. Frances whispered, “Stop. Please. I don’t want to cause a mess.” Either she didn’t hear or she didn’t care, but Christina continued right along, dragging her big toe gently across the penis, tracing a vein.

The sexually-charged urges were fighting against her mental barrier. She began to sweat. Fortuitously though, her friend Geoff, who was sitting next to Rosa, took notice of what was happening and whacked Rosa on the arm gently with the back of his hand. Although it wasn’t hard, Rosa audibly yelped, which broke the history teacher out of his lecture trance.

“Is there a problem, Miss Persichetti?” he said, dryly.

“No!” both twins chimed. Mr. Moore regarded Christina briefly with dead eyes. His gaze moved back to his notebook, but not before resting briefly on Frances’ throbbing cockhead. He hardly

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