How I get addicted to Futas

***Authors Note***

This is my first story in english, which is not my native language. I hope I don´t make to many mistakes and that you will have as much fun with reading this story, as I have while writing it. Comments, ideas and thoughts about everything, including story, grammar and misspelling are more than welcome.

This story will focus on a young male adult and his sexual adventures, including a lot of Futa on Male action, but also some other stuff. If that´s not your kink, this story is probably not for you. I´m not sure where the story will go so far, I have just some random ideas by now.

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Dear Diary,

this is my first and probalby last entry into you. (Damn this feels so dumb. Why am I even doing this?)

Tara or ‘Mom‘ as she wants me to adress her (as if) gave me this silly pink diary and suggested I should at least use it once when I arrive here.

‘Here‘ is Aeon Academy, a very privileged privat school for the upper class. My stepmother was quick by the hand to send me here the day I turned 18. She assured me it would be the best for me and the family, but I don´t give a fuck. I never liked Tara or my new stepsister Nathalie and they know it. The moment my father introduced us to each other, I knew these women would bring trouble to our simple life. Naturally I understand my father was lonely, after he and my mother got divorced, but why has it to be this woman? Sure, she has a stunning body with a fantastic figurine, shoulderlength red hair, impressive breasts with a cup size of at least 95DD and a peach shaped ass like a goddess, but can´t he see that she treats his son like shit? Her daughter is not any better. She looks almost like her mother, somewhat smaller hips, a few numbers down in cup size but also DD and 20 years younger, but the same shitty attitude. Around him the are always nice and shine, but behind his back, when they are alone with me, the speak barely a word with me. Jeez, they can´t even look at me. Every time I enter a room, the look away and pretend they don´t not notice me. I was wrong, they don´t treat me like shit, they treat me like air and that´s even worse.

As they married, much too early in my opinion, everything changed. First we had to move to a new house, so far away from our old district, that I barely see one of my old friends from the neighborhood. Also I had to change to another highschool in my senior year, which means new teachers, new classmates and no friends or even people that I know besides Nathalie. I was almost thankful as Tara suggested another change of school. Perhaps a boarding school and beeing away from home would not be the worst in my situation.

Aeon Academy looks fine so far. The tourguide was a blonde beauty named Anastasia and she told me, that she will be in some of my courses. I tried really hard to concentrate on everything she was telling me, but it was no easy challenge because of her plump ass wiggling before me with every step, as I followed her over the campus. The equipment is much better than at my old school and everything is state of the art. The buildings are nice, seem freshly painted and there is a warm, welcoming aura that permeates everything. Even my room smells nice, but I can't quite identify the scent. And the best about Aeon? The Girls! There are so many of them and each one of them is a blessing for the eyes. I can´t remember to have seen just one woman, that would not had mostly been an 8 at my old highschool. Boys seem to be much rarer, at the moment I would think perhaps around 20% of the pupils. It´s a little bit like a dream coming true.

As I close the diary, not sure what else I should write down, there is a knock at the door.