Futa Naked In School – Futa’s Naked Temptation

Chapter Two: Ginny’s Naughty Desires

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Ginny Reynolds’s Week, Tuesday

I trembled as I let the shower spray fall on my rump and pussy, my fingers reaching into my sex to wash out the futa-cum my friend, Candice, fired into me. It was both our first time. She stood nearby me, watching me cleanse my new deflowered pussy of her girl-spunk.

It was only the second day of the Program, and I had cheated on my futa-girlfriend, Samantha. People always claimed that the Program—a government sponsored activity in the wake of the Sexual Freedom Act that encouraged college students to attend school for a week naked, free to indulge in their sexuality how they choose—turned girls into sluts. I thought it was a myth, but spending a day naked, ogled, touched, groped, and caressed by futas, and a few girls, had turned me on so much.

I was dripping and aching for an orgasm.

Then that futa-bitch Shelena came onto me.

The Black, beautiful quarterback thought she was goddess’s gift to women. She made a reasonable request to have us wash each other in the shower. So long as no penetration occurred, a student could request anything of me for the week. She used it to turn me on even more, soaping my body until I almost exploded. I came so close to surrendering to her.

So close that she decided to force herself when I said no. She would have popped my cherry, fucked me hard, and hoped that I enjoyed it so much I wouldn’t care and… Part of me was afraid I would have enjoyed it that much.

Then Candice appeared. My shy, nerdy, sweet friend had filmed it, blackmailing Shelena to leave me alone for the rest of the week or expose her. It was so brave. So amazing. Candice stopped being my friend in that moment and became a sexy futa.

My futa-heroine.

I grabbed her. Kissed her. Gave her my virginity. I didn’t think once. I just let it happen. Just let her penetrate me. It was amazing. It was the best delight in my life. I came so hard on her futa-cock, my pussy convulsing around her clit-dick. I milked her ovaries dry of her cum.

But now the guilt lay on me. I was Samantha’s girlfriend. We started dating last year in high school. I wanted her to be my first. I figured it would happen at some point in this week given what happened. She was eager for it, so possessive.

“Candice…” I said, turning off the water, my pussy clean.

“I understand,” Candice said, looking away from me, her shoulders sagging. “I won’t tell Samantha. It will stay between us.”

I swallowed. Would it? There were still futas in the locker room. They had to know we had sex. Rumors might reach Samantha. What would I do then? I shivered. I loved Samantha, and I had betrayed her. My cheeks burned. I swallowed, staring at Candice.

I’d hurt her, too.

It hit me then that she loved me. That was why she as always around me, so supportive. She couldn’t be my futa-girlfriend, but she could at least be my friend. She stood up to that bitch, got rewarded, only now to be rejected.

I wanted to hug her and comfort her and…

My pussy twitched, ached. The memory of her big futa-dick filling my pussy swept through me. If I did that, we’d end up gasping and moaning again. Then it would just be worse for Candice. I pushed down my compassion, tears stinging my eyes.

“I have to get to class,” she said. “I need to dry off and get dressed.”

“Yeah,” I said. Next was my third class of the day, History. I shared it with Samantha. She was waiting to give me satisfaction. I bit my lip. I had planned to let her, to indulge in some of the fun I was allowed to have with my futa-girlfriend.

Now…

I felt so dirty despite washing myself.

I snagged my towel and dried my naked body. A few futas were watching me. Michele Devereux had a hard cock she stroked. She winked at me, saying, “Maybe we can shower tomorrow?”

I shivered. She definitely heard what happened. How long until Samantha learned that I cuckolded her?

My hair clung damp about my shoulders as I left the locker room (I’d let it dry before pulling it into a ponytail). The hallways were mostly empty of students since it almost the start of the next hour. I hurried fast, my round, eighteen-year-old breasts bouncing before me. Why did I have to be the freshman chosen to go naked this week? Why couldn’t have been someone else. Anyone but me?

My bare feet slapped on the floor. Futas called out to me. One smacked my ass as I rushed by. “Someone’s eager to get some dick in her,” called a Black futa. She looked like a senior.

“Oh, yeah,” her friend said. “Damn, the Program is hot.”

“So fucking hot. I’d love to get into her. Freshman pussy is the best pussy.”

My cheeks burned as a tingle raced through me. Was I turning into a slut? Part of me… wanted to find out what a senior’s cock felt like. A Black cock. Not Shelena’s, but… Another. What was wrong with me? Maybe the Program was making me into a slut.

Would Samantha understand that?

I rounded the corner and Samantha was waiting for me. She perked up, her short, brown hair swaying about her elfin face. Her green eyes sparkled. A bulge formed in her jeans, her nipples poking against her t-shirt. Like a lot of futas with small breasts, she didn’t bother with a bra unless she had to go to church. She licked her lips.

“There you are,” she said. “All scrubbed clean. I was getting worried.”

“Sorry,” I said, blushing, my stomach clenching. “All the futas wanted to wash me and…”

She scowled, her eyes flicking to my wet, fiery bush. At my pussy. “Did they wash you there?”

“Yes,” I said, biting my lip. “You know I have to let them. Don’t be jealous.”

“Hard when you’re so sexy, Ginny.” She took my hand and pulled me close, giving me a hot kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth.

Technically, French kissing was a rules violation since she didn’t ask, but… I didn’t mind. For a moment. I melted into the kiss. I groaned, my tongue danced with hers. My pussy grew hotter as I felt her futa-cock tenting her jeans. She felt… so small compared to Candice.

I broke the kiss. “We should get into class.”

“Eager for satisfaction, huh?” Samantha said, her arm sipping around my waist. She slid down to cup my naked ass, giving me a squeeze. Just like all the other futas today had.

“I guess,” I said, swallowing. I had to give her something. I couldn’t act weird. My pussy clenched and—

I didn’t have a cherry any longer. She felt my pussy this morning. She knew I had one. I couldn’t let her go down on me or anything. A wave of panic washed through me as she wrenched open the door to our history class.

Miss Dannel, standing at the board, glanced at us. She pushed up her glasses, arching a dark eyebrow. “I thought you were going to be late, Ginny. It happens during the Program, or so I’m told.”

“Sorry, Miss Dannel,” I said, my cheeks blushing.

She licked her lips, her eyes flicking up and down my body. The African-America teacher licked her lips. Her hips, clad in tight jeans, wiggled back and forth. “Well, do you need satisfaction?”

Every person enrolled in the Program, whether girl or futa, could receive sexual satisfaction of her choice during the first ten minutes of class. It could indulge in solo masturbation or enlist the aid of volunteer, either student or teacher, for anything, including, penetrative sex.

“I do,” I said, swallowing.

“I’ll help you!” said Teal Constable, a big grin on her face, her green eyes flashing. The day before, she had fun groping me to an orgasm with the other futas after my name was first announced.

“Oh, no, you need a girl’s touch,” said Adile. The Turkish girl ran a tongue across her lips, her dark eyes smoldering.

I blinked at that.

“No, no, she’s getting it from me,” Samantha said, her voice so firm. “Right, honey.”

“Yes!” I said, nodding my head. “Um…” What was I going to do that wouldn’t let her know I lost my cherry and… It hit me. “Just sit down at your desk and I’ll take care of you.”

“Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around?” Teal asked.

“She just wants to suck a cock,” Shanice Colton said, her head shaking. I could almost hear her add, “slut” to the end of her sentence.

My cheeks burned. She was right, though. The cock-sucking part. Maybe both.

“She can suck my cock if she wants,” Samantha said, giving my rump a squeeze as she led me to her desk. “But what about you?”

“Oh, fingers will be fine,” I said. “I just… I want to suck your dick, okay. I’m in the Program. I want to try some new stuff.”

Samantha grinned. “I am not complaining.” She sank down on her desk and arched a brown eyebrow at me. “I am so hard.”

“You can suck my dick if you want,” Teal offered. “Mine’s gonna be better than hers.”

“Fuck off,” Samantha said.

“Language, young futa,” admonished Miss Dannel.

“Sorry,” Samantha muttered while I sank down to my knees. Everyone was looking at me. I shuddered and crawled beneath my futa-girlfriend’s desk.

It felt a little bit more private, but I still felt on display. That everyone was watching me, judging me. They knew I was a slut now. I closed my eyes, trembling. My hands slid up my futa-girlfriend’s jeans towards her crotch, bulging with her passion. The denim felt rough on my fingers.

I felt so naughty. So wicked. People were breathing heavily. Chairs creaked as my fingers unfastened my futa-girlfriend’s jeans. I couldn’t see her face, just her stomach, the hem of her t-shirt rising to show a bit of pale flesh. Her zipper rasped.

“She’s really going to do it,” chortled Hwan Cho, an Asian futa.

“Wow,” Adile panted. “Oh, this is getting me a little hot.”

“But you can’t receive satisfaction,” Shanice said. “You’re really brave, Ginny. I mean that. Don’t be ashamed. Suck your futa-girlfriend’s dick.”

“Oh, yes,” Teal groaned.

“Please, do,” Samantha panted.

I unveiled her panties, a soft gray with a trim of lace. It was cut to fit her cock, molding the satin to it. I smiled at how cute that was, realizing she wore it for me and… I felt a stab of guilt ripple through me, my deflowered pussy clenching as it soaked my bush with my excitement.

I pulled down her panties and jeans, Samantha raising her rump to help out. Her cock popped out. I gasped, seeing one up close and personal. Samantha had a landing strip of hair leading down her pubic mound to the top of her pussy. Her folds were wrapped tight about her clit-dick, the shaft thrusting hard at me.

It was smaller than Shelena’s and Candice’s dicks.

I shouldn’t think that. In fact, that made it easier to do this.

I engulfed her cock. From now on, I would be the best girlfriend ever. I wouldn’t cheat on her again. What happened with Candice was an accident. A wonderful, amazing, blissful accident. My pussy clenched as I sucked on Samantha’s dick.

“Oh, yes, Ginny!” she moaned.