Futa Naked In School – The Naked Futa Problem

Chapter Two: Randi’s Naked Futa Lesson

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Randi Bjork Week, Monday

I trembled, Teal’s cum leaking out of my asshole as I stared at my lover, Ms. Keisha Rowbottom.

The African-American futa-professor stared at me while the other students laughed and moaned, some still having sex from watching me sixty-nine with my best friend, Annalee, while Teal rammed into my bowels.

I couldn’t believe I let this all happened. I was so horny from being naked, so turned on by the humiliation of everyone watching, I embraced the ultimate shame. I let someone other than my futa-lover fuck me.

The emotional pain made me cum so hard. Half-a-day enrolled in the Program had shown me what my kinks were. I had no idea I had this masochist urge to be humiliated in me. It rose through me so fast.

I couldn’t speak now as I came down from my dizzying, orgasmic heights. My blonde hair swayed about my trembling shoulders. My large breasts jiggled before me. I licked my lips, tasting Annalee’s tart pussy juices.

“Come along, Miss Bjork,” my futa-lover said, maintaining the fiction that we weren’t more than professor and student.

My insides twisted. I nodded and stumbled after her, tears burning my eyes.

“You can’t get mad at her,” Annalee said. “She’s in the Program. It’s lunch. Who cares if we’re all fucking.”

“This is a different matter,” Ms. Rowbottom said, her voice tight. Was she angry? I shuddered. I had hurt her. I’d ruined everything. Up until two weeks ago, we were forced to keep our relationship quiet. Until then, it was illicit. Nearly a year of loving each other in secret and now that we could finally tell people, now that the college’s rules had changed on professor/student relationships, I’d cheated on her.

The shame of being caught made my pussy itch. This perverse desire to be punished now swelled in me. To be yelled out. My ass tingled. I felt like a little girl being bent over my futa-mother’s knee about to face the belt and…

I shuddered. Did I want to be spanked, too?

My cheeks burned as we threaded through the students. Ginny and her futa-girlfriend were kissing now, no longer filming my adulterous fun. Rosario Todaro was on her knees sucking her futa-girlfriend’s dirty dick clean, Samantha grinning the entire time. On another table. Xochitl and her futa-sister were writhing in incestuous passion. They were naked for some reason.

Were they both nudist now?

Ms. Rowbottom exited the cafeteria with me trailing behind her. The noise from the cafeteria dwindled. I felt alone with her, thinking of her as Keisha. I glanced at her rump as it swayed, her tight skirt gripping it. Her hoop earrings glinted gold, contrasting with the coffee-brown hue of her skin. She was such a gorgeous futa. Such an amazing lover.

I wanted to apologize, but a futa stepped out of the restroom. I didn’t know her, but the Chinese futa grinned and smacked me on the rump as I passed. The stinging sensation brought a quivering moan from me.

Keisha glanced over her shoulder.

Fresh shame made my pussy clench and my asshole tightened. More cum dripped out of my bowels and matted my asscheeks. I trembled, my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted to say something, to explain myself.

No words could escape my lips.

We reached her English classroom. It also served as meeting for the debate club, which counted as an elective and also was my next class after the lunch break. She opened the door, ushering me inside. As I passed, she gave my ass a spank.

I gasped.

The door closed and the knot on my tongue untied. I whirled around and gasped, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what…”

I trailed off as she stared at the cum on her fingers. My cheeks burned with shame. Teal’s jizz oozed out of my crack. To my shock, she brought the jizz to her lips and sucked it clean. Her dark cheeks hollowed and she moaned.

I swallowed.

“Mmm, that’s not bad,” Keisha said, her eyes flicking to me. The older futa had an amused smile on her lips. Where was the anger? The fury? I’d cheated on her. “Relax, Randi. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“But… but…” The tears burned my eyes. “I got out of control.”

She pulled me to her, my large breasts pillowing into her blouse. “It’s okay. That’s the point of the Program.”

I blinked at that. “You’re not mad?”

“I should have talked to you, told you that if anything happened this week, I’d understand.” She smiled. “You’re going to classes naked and getting touched by everyone. You’d be hard pressed not to slip up. At how embarrassed you were, though, I didn’t expect it to happen so fast.”

“I didn’t mean for it,” I said. “Annalee led the way. If she knew we were dating, she wouldn’t have done anything. I should have told people and—”

She kissed me, cutting off my words. I shuddered and then melted into her. My pussy itched again. I could feel her futa-dick swelling beneath her skirt. I whimpered, grinding against her. I didn’t have to be ashamed in here.

“It’s okay,” she said when she broke the kiss. “I enjoyed watching your show. You were quite free, did you know that?”

“Free?”

“Mmm, yes,” she said. She glanced at the clock. “Shit, I wish we had time to make love, but it’s almost the end of the hour.”

I shuddered, wanting to do that. “You’re really not mad.”

“Not at all,” she said. “Mmm, I saw the A/V club filming it. I might watch it with you tonight.” She arched her eyebrow. “How does that sound?”

I blushed deeply, shame rippling through me. It felt delicious. Maybe… Maybe I could embrace this. “Sounds fun.”

She stepped away from me and said, “Go take your seat. Unless you want to announce our relationship to the student body.”

“I don’t want people gossiping about us,” I said even as this tingle raced through me. If everyone knew, I would be getting looks, blushing.

My pussy itched.

I sat down at my seat.

Annalee entered a few minutes later, dressed and looking both concerned and happy like she floated on the pleasure I gave her despite her worry for me. She gave me a look, arching an eyebrow at me. I blushed. I hadn’t even told her. It was the real reason I didn’t want to tell anyone.

It would hurt her.

“We were talking about Ms. Bjork’s issue with public speaking while naked,” said Ms. Rowbottom. “Nothing to concern you. I wouldn’t dream of running the fun Miss Bjork is having. Or you, Miss Blake.”

“Oh, goddess,” groaned my friend. “I didn’t think a professor would be watching.”

“It was… stimulating.”

The others filtered in and my tongue felt like lead again as everyone stared at me. We were preparing for our debate on smoking laws. Did a private business have the right to determine if they allowed it in their establishment? Or did the government have the right to tell them what they could or could not allow inside the establishment?

After all, it was a legal product.

That was what I liked about the debate. Researching topics, making arguments. Even if they were ones I disagreed with. You didn’t get to decide which side you were on in a debate. You just had to give the best-darned answer you could.

Everyone was talking, exchanging points, coming up with arguments, and finding citations while I shuddered, unable to say a thing. I just nodded and took notes, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as futas, and a few girls, stared at my naked body. They saw all my shameful flesh, including the cum drying on my ass when I moved around. My pussy dripped juices. My nipples ached.

“Miss Bjork, why don’t you come forward and see if you can practice your opening,” said Ms. Rowbottom. “Just remember how free you were during the lunch period.”

“Yeah, you were,” said Liese Haber. She was a sophomore futa, with hair a lighter shade of blonde than mine. More platinum. She had that buxom, German milkmaid look, her tits overflowing her ruffled blouse. “It was hot.”

My cheeks burned as I gripped my note cards. I stepped before everyone, my body shaking. My large tits swayed from side to side. My stomach twisted. Ten sets of eyes stared at me, Liese licking her lips, Jacinta Albuquerque practically salivating, while Marion Steele rubbed herself beneath her desk, stroking through the jeans she wore.

I opened my lips and only a croak emerged. I shuddered. I had to speed talk. I tried harder. “Do… does… the… g… govern…” I took a deep breath. My cheeks burned as everyone whispered, frowning. Tears beaded in my eyes. My pussy grew hotter. “Does the… the…” Why couldn’t I speak? Why was this so difficult?

Because they could see my tits?

They could see my tits. My pussy. They could see that I was a depraved slut who ate pussy and was fucked in the asshole. They could see how wet I was. How hard my nipples were. I whimpered, my hands shaking.

“It’s okay,” Ms. Rowbottom said, her voice soft. Then, to the class, added, “She’s having some issue with being naked. So let’s just give her a moment.”

I nodded my head, but my heart sank. I was captaining the team. We only had three people who would compete on Saturday, and I was one of them. If I couldn’t perform then… I was letting them down. It was so humiliating being unable to speak.

I wanted to masturbate.

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Tuesday

The next day, Annalee teased me all throughout the day. I think she was trying to relax me. She fingered me to an orgasm before my first class. She kissed me while a futa named Ayame Yamashita fucked me in the pussy from behind. Later, Annalee had Flower Ilbert fuck me during the lunch break before my friend licked my pussy clean.

I embraced the humiliation of being watched. I savored it. I had Keisha’s permission to understand it.