Futa Naked In School – Futa’s Taboo Naked Performance

Chapter One: Juliet’s Taboo Futa Surprise

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Xochitl Estevez’s Week, Monday

I popped off my belly shirt and bared my large breasts cradled in my bra. The futas at my college cheered as I did. I grinned. I was finally chosen for the Program. It was my week to go naked and attend classes. I kind of wished it had come earlier or later, but I didn’t care.

Even if it meant I had to perform my role as Juliet in the classic Willemina Shakespeare play naked come opening night on Friday, I didn’t care.

I was just so wet right now.

It was the second week into the new semester. I had watched a dozen other girls get to strip naked and have fun. That Freshman Ginny was gangbanged, Denice ran her wild campaign to become Homecumming Queen, the wicked weak where Krysten and her older futa-sister went naked for two weeks because they inspired the football team to win the State Confrence. It was all such wicked fun.

Now it was my turn.

“Well, futas, she’s a bold one,” said President McTaggart as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I bared my big, lush, golden-brown tits to the cheers of all. I would have an awesome second year of college. “And, isn’t she endowed? You lucky futas get to play with them.”

“Can’t you play with them, President?” I asked. “That’s what the rules change allows, right? Professors can have sex with us outside of lessons.”

“Only if you’re in a romantic relationship that’s been disclosed to the guidance counselor, Miss Estevez,” the president quickly said, her red hair sweeping about her shoulders as she glanced out at the crowd. “Remember that, futas and girls, if any of you are having an affair with your professor, you better come clean. If we find out…”

“I’ll fuck you, Miss Dannel!” a futa shouted.

“And it has to be off the campus and not at school events.” The president eyes found Miss Castellano. I smiled at her. She was so pretty. I looked up at her. I wanted to be a sexy, Latina beauty like her when I reached her age.

I wiggled out of my tight jeans, stepping out of them with grace. I had lush legs. My short, brown hair swayed about my face as I bent down to take them off, my tits swaying before me. I felt all those futas staring at me with lust. The poor junior girl selected, Emeline Bellamy, looked at me with such envy.

She had such small titties.

I straightened then whirled around, shaking my booty at the crowd. The cheerleaders were thrusting their pompoms into the air while I thrust my panties down my rump, exposing my trimmed bush to the crowd and my curvy, Latina rump. I wiggled it from side to side as I thrust my panties down my leg.

Today would be awesome.

“Okay, and now for the futas,” said President McTaggart. “Let’s see… No, no, that’s a junior. And a sophomore and… Here we are. Ase Westerberg.”

The crowd cheered as I watched the blushing freshman lurch to her feet, her short, light-brown spilling about her face as she descended down the stairs from the bleachers. I smiled at her, clapping my hands together. A few girls shouted, “Let’s see that futa-cock!”

I giggled.

“And for the last futa… Oh, yes, this is perfect.” President McTaggart held up the slip of paper while the cheerleaders shook their pompoms, a hush falling over the crowd. “Isidora Estevez.”

“What!” I shouted as my futa-sister rose from the crowd. Isidora was the last futa I wanted to see naked. She was my futa-sister. My annoying, bratty older futa-sister. I ground my teeth and folded my arms beneath my tits as she headed out form the crowd.

What was going on? “Why do sisters always get chosen?”

“Huh?” Emeline asked, glancing at me.

“Sisters. Charisma and Krysten, and Dina and Audie. We’re the third set of siblings chosen.” I shook my head. “That’s not a coincidence.”

Emeline shrugged. “Isadora’s cute. She’s got that sexy, Latina smile. Mmm, yes.”

I rolled my eyes. My futa-sister didn’t even have any tits. And she copied how I dressed. Belly shirt and tight jeans, though hers showed off the bulge of her futa-cock. She was always fucking new girls, usually from outside the college. She would go down to the mall and hang out, picking up chicks and dating them for a few weeks before moving on to another.

Made me want to gag.

“Okay,” President McTaggart said as Isidora stripped, revealing those pathetically small titties. They were just handfuls. I liked my futas to have some curves. “Enjoy this week in the Program. Get to know our four lucky winners. Maybe you’ll discover something new about yourself.

I was never more happy than to be swarmed by the horny futas.

They were all around me. Teal Constance appeared, of course. She was the first one to get her hands on my tits. The freshman futa looked like she’d died and gone to heaven as she groped them, her fingers digging into my flesh.

“Don’t be shy, Teal,” I purred as another futa grabbed my rump. “Get in there.”

Teal buried her face between my titties and rubbed back and forth. I groaned and shook, her hair brushing my hard nipples. Her pale hands contrasted with my bountiful, golden flesh. I shuddered and smiled as other hands touched me.

Stroked me.

My skin felt so alive.

I purred in delight as a dozen hands caressed over my body. They stroked my sides and hips. My thighs. My ass. A bold hand thrust between my legs, rubbing at the hot flesh of my pussy. I melted right then and there.

I was just so horny to finally be naked. It was the best thing in the world. I shuddered as those delicious fingers ran up and down my pussy lips. My ass clenched, two different hands, one with long fingernails, squeezed my rump.

“Oh, you wicked futas,” I moaned in throaty delight. “Whoever is rubbing my twat, don’t be shy. Get those fingers in me.”

I gasped as they thrust into my pussy. A futa groaned, “Holy shit, she’s so wet. Goddess, that’s amazing.”

“Uh-huh, you naughty puta,” I purred, my accent growing stronger as the pleasure rippled through me. “A bunch of futa-putas all playing with my body. Mmm, yes, yes. Work those fingers in and out of me.”

“I’m so hard for you, Xochitl!” a futa groaned.

“You’re tits are incredible!”

“So incredible!” groaned Teal from between my breasts.

“Damn, I love your ass!”

“Blow me?”

“If you’re in one of my classes, I’ll do more than blow you!” I gasped. “I’m using all my chances for relief. Mmm, I am going to get wild in all my classes!”

A mighty cheer whooped around me.

I trembled as the fingers in my pussy thrust in and out of me faster. Another futa found my clit, her finger massaging my bud as my lusts urged through me. A mouth latched onto my nipple. Teal was sucking hard. I gasped, my rump clenching and my twat tightening on those digits. The friction increased, swelling my orgasms.

“¡Ustedes futas malvadas!” I howled, the pleasure surging through me. “¡Mierda!”

My body bucked and shuddered as my orgasm exploded through me. It was incredible. All these futas touching my body, teasing me. Teal sucked hard on my nipple. My cunt spasmed around the digits plunging into my depths. Juices gushed down my thighs.

The pleasure surged through me. Stars burst across my vision as the rapture bathed my mind. I trembled beneath the futas’ touch, my moans echoing through their cheers. A camera flashed, Lizaveta Kuznetsov recording this moment.

“She’s cumming on my fingers!” a futa shouted.

“Damn, that’s hot!”

“I have to fuck you, Xochitl!”

“My cock’s so hard! Do me right here!”

I just howled out in rapture, trembling through the bliss that rushed through my system. It was incredible. The best bliss in the world. My nineteen-year-old body trembled and bucked, drinking in the wild pleasure.

These sexy futas took me to the height of rapture so fast. I swooned and groaned, my eyes fluttering. I shook my head, grabbing a futa’s boob to keep from falling over. Her hard nipple rubbed at my palm through her sweater.

“Xochitl,” the futa moaned. She was a sophomore named Augusta Pryor, her eyes bright.

I grinned at her. “You’re in my math class, right?”

She nodded.

“You’re getting pussy today,” I told Augusta. The look on her face sent another orgasm rippling through me.

It was a magical moment. I moaned and gasped. I swayed and—

“Isidora, yes!” a girl squealed. “Fuck me! Pound that girl-dick in me.”

My stomach twisted. My futa-sister was fucking some slut. I shook my head and moaned, “Okay, okay, that’s enough. I need to breathe, futas.” I shuddered, Teal’s mouth popping off my nipple. “Whew, you futas are a sexy bunch. I’m about to swoon.”

“Xochitl!” they all cheered around me, crying out my name. They looked so damned sexy. I could just eat them up.

I had pussy juices when I showed up to my first class (the second period since we never had first on Mondays thanks to the Program assembly). I shuddered when I walked into Intro to Drama. Ms. Tyrell, a pale-skinned futa with black hair, smiled at me. Her eyes flicked up and down my body. She often found an excuse to fuck girls in the Program to teach “sexual acting.”

Maybe she would fuck me.

“Ms. Tyrell, I am in need of relief,” I told her.

She arched an eyebrow, staring at my bush. “I can see that. You have pussy cream running down your thighs.”

“I know!” I said. At the start of all my classes for the week, I could ask for relief. A ten minute period in which I could masturbate or ask for a volunteer to get me off. Every futa in the classroom stared at me with such hunger in their eyes. There were futas from all four years, the elective open up to everyone.

My eyes settled on Pearle, a blonde futa with round tits. She wore a jean skirt and a long-sleeved sweater, her nipples poking at the purple weave. I grinned at her and said, “Since the swim team kicked so much ass last week, you get to fuck me.”

“Practicing for you and Letizia?” asked Ms. Tyrell.

I winked at the professor as Pearle bounded to her feet. Letizia, a cute freshman, was playing Romea, the dashing futa who would sweep Juliet—me!—off her feet.