«Futanari Sex Ed 3» by Ashley Berry

It’s early evening, and futanari teens Zara and Amber are desperate to finish their latest PE assignment: trying out five different condom brands…on each other! But they’d
better be quiet, or else the uptight librarian Miss Fielding might just catch
them in the act. Meanwhile, their friend Leslie is face-to-face with a roller
derby team of dejected, horny futanari who can’t seem to get their heads in the
game. The schoolgirl knows one way to motivate them: promise a big celebration
afterwards in the locker room, where she’s the entertainment!


FUTANARI
SEX ED 3: EXTRA CREDIT is over 17,000 words of hot threesomes and gangbangs
between horny futanari and their naughty female partners.


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PG Excerpt ~~~~~


“Is she one of your
students?” a teammate near the back asked. “Does Melissa give you a hard time
in class?” she asked mischievously, the meaning behind her question not lost on Leslie.


“Hall, I appreciate the
support, but you need to leave. You don’t belong here.”


“Yes, I do!” she insisted.
“You guys need all the encouragement you can get. You’re dying out there. I’m
here to tell you-”


“To tell us what?” Psycho Cin asked, cynicism permeating from every word. She glared at the teen with hard,
silver eyes. The sides of her head were shaved and her hair styled up in a
shiny, red-tipped mohawk. “To try harder? To believe in ourselves?” She threw
her towel on the floor. “They’re laughing at us out there. This team is a joke.
We are a joke.”


This set off a wave of arguments. The fifteen teammates hurled insults at one another, and some even
started throwing kneepads and helmets. The tension had clearly reached the tipping point, and in the middle of it all was little Leslie Hall. Leslie
couldn’t bear the thought of the Roughnecks skating out to the track and being
laughed at like in the first half of the game.


“Roughnecks!” she yelled,
surprising herself as her voice cut above all the bickering. “There’s no point
fighting like this. The Assassins have been whipping your butts for half an hour straight, but you still have the second half to turn this around,” she insisted, trying to meet each one in the eye. “You guys can do so much better!
Look at how big and strong you all are; that’s why you’re called the Roughnecks! All you have to do is give it all you’ve got, and I know you can
come out on top and beat those Assassins!”


“Oh, you do?” one of them
asked. “Aren’t we lucky, girls, to have the support of this random teenager?”


“What makes you think we’re
going to turn this around?” another woman asked. “Do you think your little high
school pep talk is what we need?”


This gave her pause. Leslie
had an idea about what she wanted to say next, but hesitated. Every eye was on her, waiting.


Leslie looked at Ms. Hawke,
who gave her an encouraging nod. It was then that she realized what she was
here for. She knew how to pass this assignment, and with flying colors.


All she had to do was get
this team to win.


“If…” she began, feeling
herself grow excited at the idea. “If you guys win, I’ll be here to celebrate
with you. Your number one fan, right here in the middle of the locker room,
helping every single one of you celebrate your victory.” The teen made sure she met each woman’s eyes, holding it there until the message was loud and clear.


What am I doing? This is crazy. There’s fifteen of them, and only one of me!


Once it clicked, every
skater’s eyes widened. Every last angry or dejected expression changed to one
of excitement. Old foes started sharing smiles. Some bit their lips with
anticipation.


“So?” Leslie asked. “Are you guys in?”


They all nodded.


“We’ll
go hard,” Ms. Hawke said, her eyes glimmering with excitement. “If you promise
the same after we win.”