Futa Naked In School – Futa’s Naked Passion

Chapter One: Stacie Breaks the Rules

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Stacie Ward’s Week, Monday

Winter break was over and it was back to Rogers College for the start of the next semester. The fall one had been wild. The Program had come to my school. Every week, four new students—two females and two futas—were chosen to participate. They had to attend classes naked, their flesh on display for the student body’s enjoyment.

You could grope them. Stroke them. Get them to pose in pictures. If they consented, you could have sex with them. I’d gotten so much pussy, eighteen-year-old freshman girls just bursting into their sexuality, nineteen-year-old sophomore girls pretending to have more experience than they had (though they’d gained it), twenty-year-old junior girls ready to prove how wild they could be, and twenty-one-year-old senior girls confident in their sexuality already.

It was crazy. I loved it.

The Program came along with the laws the repealed all sort of sexual laws. Public nudity and obscenity laws were revoked. Incest was decriminalized. As long as you were consenting, you could do what you want. New styles of clothing were coming out, tops that showed off a girl’s nipples, skirts cut to be open in the front to flash panties or pussies, the explosion of genital piercings.

In some of the liberal parts of the country, things were getting really wild. It still was just catching on, but it was transforming my college.

What I didn’t expect the Program to deliver was a girlfriend.

Meaghan rode in the passenger of my old Ford Corolla. It was a 90’s model, a little battered, but cheap to drive and maintain. She nodded her head to FuTastix, the rapper burning up the charts right now. She was singing about all the cunts she’d popped a load in, all the tight poon she’d enjoyed.

Meaghan was a cute girl, a senior like me. She was chosen for the final week of the Program before the semester ended. She had short, brassy hair and sparkling, green eyes. She’d asked for satisfaction on her second day in our Civics class. I’d volunteered.

I ate her pussy so well, just snorkeling in her snatch, she just sort of clung on. Before I knew it, she was giving me all access to her body. Pussy, asshole, and mouth. She wouldn’t let any other futa have her.

It was hot. I was high on endorphins so, that final Friday, fucking her in the hallway, I asked her, “Want to go see a movie tomorrow?”

She said yes.

We’d been dating over winter break. She was fun and wild.

“Mmm, you’re going to be a good futa, right?” she asked me as I pulled into a parking spot in the student lot. She stroked my hand. “Going to stay away from the girls in the Program?”

“Yeah,” I said, giving her an almost wounded look. “What, do you think I’m going to just cheat on you.”

“No, no,” she said. “I know you love my body.” She grinned, licking her lips. She’d blown me in her driveway, not even waiting for her mom to head back inside after giving her wave goodbye. She just hiked my skit, pulled my futa-dick out of my panties, and sucked me off. “But I also know you love getting into pussy.”

I grinned at her. “I got into your pussy last night, didn’t I?”

She shuddered. “Goddess, yes. And that’s why if you need any, you come to me. Any time. I’ll satiate you.”

Even if you weren’t in the Program, you could have sex so long as it didn’t disrupt the class.

“Sure, sure,” I told her. “I’ll hunt you down enjoy you if I get too hard.”

She smiled and snuggled up to me, this possessive gleam in her eyes. My stomach roiled. I didn’t like that. We were dating, having fun, but it had been only two weeks. I hadn’t proposed. She didn’t have a ring. She didn’t own me.

Then that gleam vanished as she gave me a hot kiss. She burst out of the car into the cold, her brassy hair swaying about her face, her tight jeans hugging her cute rump. “Brr, I hate January. Let’s get to the assembly. If you get hard, I’ll give you a handie.”

“Damn,” I groaned.

“I know, I’m the best girlfriend in the world.”

I climbed out into the frosty morning air. Clear skies meant cold temperatures here. My breath fogged the air before me. My nipples hardened despite my puffy jacket and a tight sweater. I didn’t wear a bra, most futas didn’t. Besides, my small titties didn’t need any support. She took my hand and we headed in.

“A new year means a new start to be pure,” declared Lola Lovel. The blonde President of the Purity Society was on her soapbox again. Literally. She was standing on one before her little cabal of brainwashed futas and girls all dressed up in the long skirts and high-necked blouses, wearing promise rings and purity bracelets, all vowing to never participate in the Program. So far, none had been chosen.

What a pity.

“Stacie, you can reject your hedonism and find freedom in purity,” said Lola.

“But then I couldn’t have her eat my pussy,” said Meaghan. “And, trust me, Stacie is the best. I think it comes from being on the swim team. She’s learned to hold her breath.”

Lola’s cheeks went bright red. The junior girl squirmed.

“You could come ride on my big, Black futa-cock!” shouted the boisterous Shelena. Our college’s quarterback swaggered up in her letter jacket with conference championship embroidered on the front, her large, ebony tits almost spilling out of the low-cut halter top she wore beneath. “I’ll take care of that purity.”

“I’d rather roll in a pig sty,” Lola sneered, glaring at Shelena. “Say that again, and I’ll report you to President McTaggart for sexual harassment.”

“I’ll report you to the president,” Shelena mocked in a screechy, high-pitched whine. “Just a friendly offer. Can’t wait until your in the Program.”

I despised Shelena. She was a bullying bitch. She tried to harass a few girls in the Program, skirting the lines on consent. So far, she hadn’t gotten in trouble. Shame more than a few girls liked her, dewy-eyed over her accomplishments on the football field.

“I want to gag,” Meaghan groaned as we passed Shelena.

We entered the auditorium for the assembly. We moved to the senior section. I nodded to Pearle Parris and Isadora Hardy, two of my friends. They grinned at me, eyeing Meaghan. I sat down with her near the top, my dyed-purple hair swaying about my face.

Excitement buzzed in the air, everyone eager to see the new girls. The cheer squad, led by the wild Tatyana Naumov were doing high kicks, flashing their pussies at the cheering crowd. They stopped wearing anything beneath their skirt early on, and they were talking of replacing their tops with sashes so their tits could be on display.

At least when the weather was warm.

Meaghan’s hand slid up my thigh, caressing my leggings as she went higher and higher. A tingle raced up to my pussy. She wasn’t joking about giving me a handie. There was this wild gleam in her eye. I groaned as the tingles electrified my cunt.

My futa-dick throbbed.

President McTaggart took the podium, her red hair swaying about her face. She had a big smile on her lips, her eyes gleaming. She looked out at the crowd, waiting for everyone to quiet down. I groaned, my girlfriend’s hand coming closer and closer to touching my futa-dick.

“Welcome back!” the president exclaimed in her usual, over-the-top enthusiasm. “I hope you all had an amazing holiday!”

The auditorium shook with applause. It thundered around. I groaned, Meaghan’s hand rubbing over my hard futa-dick, feeling me swollen in my panties and tights. She glanced at me, a naughty grin on her face, that possessive gleam in her eye.

Her hand shoved into my tights and panties, seizing my girl-dick.

“Okay, okay, it sounds like you had a great time,” President McTaggart said. “Well, it’s a new year and a new week. So, let’s choose who the four lucky students are. As always, ladies first.”

Futas clapped and wolf-whistled as the president shoved her hand into a bag full of names. She fished around and pulled out one. She stared at it and then shook her head. “Sorry, futas, the first girl chosen isn’t going to let you do more than touch her. Our college’s most aggressive lesbian, Adile Badem, represents the Freshman.”

“Perfect,” Meaghan purred as she pulled out my futa-cock and stroked me.

The Turkish lesbian, who hit on every girl in the Program, stood up without a hint of modesty, peeling off her sweater on the way to the president. Her dark skin came into view as I leaned back and enjoyed the handjob.

“And for our next girl, we have…” President McTaggart pulled out a piece of paper. “Kalena Apikalia representing the Juniors.”

One of the cheerleaders, a Hawaiian beauty, threw down her pompoms and ripped off her shell in a flash of black hair. Her large boobs bounced out. She did another high kick, flashing the student body her pussy. I groaned, Meaghan stroking me harder. Faster. She pumped her hand up and down my cock with fervor.

“Damn, Meaghan,” Randi Bjork said. The blonde girl sat across the aisle from us in the junior section. She was a fun girl to hang out with. I made a pass on the year before, but she was way too committed to her debate club to bother with dating anyone, even me. This year, she was even worse. She was the president, spending all her free time with the club and their adviser, Ms. Rowbottom. “You are going to town on Stacie.”

“Don’t want her getting any ideas,” Meaghan purred. “I want my futa all to myself.”

She nibbled on my ear as she stroked me, my eyes fixed on the cheerleader stripping naked. Apikalia bent over as she peeled down her skirt, doing a booty shake at the stands. Futas were cheering for her. She would be popular. Mobbed.

I wouldn’t even have a chance to be around her.

“Okay, futas, your turn,” said President McTaggart, Adile standing by her naked now. I just imagined she would be going for every girl, using her ten minutes at the start of every class to get relief to enjoy herself. “We have… Stacie Ward, the captain of our swim team, representing the seniors.”

“What?” Meaghan hissed, her hand tightening on my cock.

“I…” I blinked as my two friends looked back at me. “Damn.”

“Fine,” muttered Meaghan, leaning back and pouting, her hand releasing my cock.