Futa Naked In School – Innocent Girl’s Futa Awakening

Chapter One: Lola’s Futa Denial

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Lola Lovell’s Week, Monday

“When are you going to give it up?” Shelena demanded to me as she sauntered past my post before the weekly Program assembly. “You and your freaks are the only ones in the entire student body who are against it.”

“Never,” I declared with ringing conviction. I stood upon my crate, elevating me above the rest of the students. I faced them without flinching, my promise ring to remain pure and virginal until marriage to the futa I loved gleaming on my finger. Around me, the group of mostly girls, but with a few futas, held their signs, standing strong.

My Purity Society would stand against the inequity brought about by the Program.

“You have a choice!” I cried out to the students flooding in. Shelena shook her head and stalked inside, the Black quarterback practically naked in a top so low-cut her large, ebony tits were about to fall out.

Futa-Jezebel.

“You do not have to surrender to the base desires of your body.”

“I like surrendering to my base desires, Lola,” said Isidora Estevez. The naked, Hispanic futa had her arm around her equally nude sister’s body. Their incestuous relationship, violating familial ties, numbered among the greatest crimes the Program perpetuated. And if what I heard was accurate at the bake sale over the weekend…

I shuddered in horror. Mothers and their daughters selling their bodies, engaging in fornication with each other and the customers, all to raise money for the college. It was disgusting. I wouldn’t stand for it. I felt that hot itch in my nethers that constantly reminded me of what I fought against.

“We were meant to deny our bestial impulses not embrace them. Sex is only for reproduction.”

“Then why does it feel so good?” asked Ginny. She clung to her futa-girlfriend, Candice. They made filthy porn in the A/V club and sold it to the students and their families to raise money. They filmed Randi’s gangbang a few months ago and broadcast it across the college. I had to clap my hands over my eyes and put in my earplugs to endure it.

“It’s amazing,” said Adile. The Turkish lesbian gave me a look. “Five minutes of me eating your pussy, Lola, and you’ll see.”

“You harlot!” gasped Macie Lum, my best friend and vice-president of the society. “Lola would do no such thing.”

“Mmm, give me three minutes with yours, Macie,” Adile purred before sauntering in, a freshman girl I didn’t know on her arm.

“Give me five minutes to lick you,” I heard the girl saying to Adile before they were gone.

The tide of students flowing in to find out who would be this week’s victims to the Program. Every week, four more students were warped. Girls would be gangbanged by the week’s end, convinced that they loved it. Futas would fuck every girl they could or even fornicate with each other. My itch intensified.

“Be pure!” I shouted to the students. “We are more than flesh and blood. We are luminous beings that shine bright. Do not tarnish your light with such sin and depravity.”

Her society cheered with her.

Stacie Ward, walking in with her girlfriend, rolled her eyes. Coach Castellano gave me an amused smile. It was disgusting that professors and staff were dating students now. It was spreading. Randi and Ms. Rowbottom. Betty Polley and Ms. Tyrell. Of course, last week it was Patty Abbot who with Ms. Tyrell. The drama professor had found her loophole to fuck her students. Date them for a week or two until a new one caught her eye.

This had to stop. It had to be ended. I could hear President McTaggart inside, getting everyone excited, especially the futas. The four names would be called. She always did ladies first and—

“Lola Lovell.”

My heart lurched.

A gasp ran through my society as I swayed on my crate. Suddenly, being elevated felt like a bad idea. I gasped, my right hand fluttering. Macie caught me and pulled me down. I grabbed her shoulders for balance, pressing into my breast friend. Her tan face loomed before me, a supportive smile on her face. Her brown eyes were worried, but she stroked my arms.

“Oh, no,” I gasped, panic swirling through me. I struggled to breathe even though I was gasping in air. Darkness fuzzed at the edge of my vision.

“Lola!” cried out one of my supporters.

“That’s not fair!”

“We’re supposed to be left alone!”

“They haven’t chosen one of us so far!”

“Don’t do it, Lola.”

“She has to do it,” said Macie, her hands strong. “We prepared for this, remember. They can only strip away your clothing. The can’t steal your dignity.”

I focused on her eyes, struggling to catch my breath. I slowed my breathing, drawing in deeper gulps of air. The darkness retreated from the edges of my vision. I nodded, my heart racing. This was still a disaster.

But one I would face.

“You’re right,” I said.

“I know you heard me, Lola,” said President McTaggart. “It’s your turn. Come and show us that pretty figure you keep hiding beneath those baggy dresses.”

“We’re here for you,” Macie said. “The Purity Society will keep your dignity.”

I nodded, my stomach roiling. “Thank you.”

“What are best friends for.” She smiled at me and hugged me, planting a chaste kiss on my cheek. “You ready.”

“No. But I don’t have a choice.” The rules were clear. I would be expelled if I didn’t submit. Well, we were prepared for this. I had grown my bush as thick as possible, a tangle of blonde hair to hide my nethers as much as possible. “They can’t steal my dignity, only my clothing.”

I marched forward surrounded by the girls of the purity society. Their skirts whirled as we stepped out into the auditorium. The futas erupted into cheers. They were standing up, clapping. Some flashed tits or cocks at me. I heard my name cried from a dozen different directions. The perverted cheerleaders did high kicks, flashing their naked pussies, their tits bouncing in the thinnest of boob tubes, on the verge of bursting free as they shook their pompoms.

“LOLA!” began chanting from them. It spread into the student body.

“LOLA!”

“LOLA!”

“LOLA!”

I ignored the sounds. Of course, every futa was eager to see me. For most of the school year, they’d been promising how they would do such disgusting things to me once I was in the Program. How they would fondle my breasts and rub my pussy and make me cum without violating a single rule.

We would see.

“You brought all your friends,” said President McTaggart when we reached her. I could barely hear her over the chant.

“LOLA!”

“LOLA!”

“LOLA!”

“It’s not against the rules,” I said, stopping by the president. I drew in a deep breath as Macie and the others pressed around. Britney Hollows gave me a supportive smile. Sandra Murphy had a look of anger on her face. Georgia Rower reached into her pocket and pulled out the first of our supplies, a strip of wax paper with two stickers on it.

Special stickers.

“LOLA!”

My fingers shook as I unbuttoned my blouse. I worked slowly, not rushing. I wouldn’t let them see my fear. I kept my head straight, my sandy-blonde hair falling about my shoulders. My blouse opened, revealing my virginal, white bra beneath. It cradled my round breasts, my gold cross falling into my cleavage.

“LOLA!”

My nipples were hard. No helping that. That itch between my thighs was a sinful thing, the source of all temptation, and it spread through my body. I clutched my gold cross for strength. I was stronger than it.

“LOLA!”

I shrugged out of my dress and pushed it off my hips. My panties came into view, nothing sexy. Plain and boring.

“LOLA!”

Jamie Kelly collected it, holding it tight and giving me a smile.

“Can anyone in the crowd even see?” President McTaggart asked. She peered at me from her podium. “You’re denying them the sight.”

“And?” I asked as I reached behind me to unhook my bra.

“LOLA!”

I slipped it off my shoulders, shuddering as my dark-red nipples came into view. Georgia was ready. She peeled off the first of those wide, pink stickers and suck it over my right nipple, covering it and my areola. I gasped as the contact. Her finger pressing it down sending a hot shudder down to my pussy.

It was called a pastie. Something strippers used to wear long ago when even those dens of inequities possessed some shame. Now the college was talking about having stripper classes as a new club, equivalent to the cheer squad or the volleyball team. Georgia peeled off the second pastie and covered my other nub.

“LOLA!”

President McTaggart frowned. The Irish futa craned her neck, struggling to see my flesh as the heat swelled and swelled in my pussy. I drew in a deep breath and then hooked my fingers into the waistband. I couldn’t control how my body reacted, only what I did with those impulses.

I stepped out of my panties. The roar intensified.

“LOLA!”

I was exposed. Naked. I handed my panties to Jamie. They vanished into my bag, held by her. President McTaggart announced the other names then she pressed forward as I stood with my other girls. The students were flowing down, racing towards us to grope and fondle our bodies.

My supporters formed a wall of protection. A barrier to keep back the horny futas. They stood tall, shoulders together, pushing back against the tide. The president wiggled through them and reached Macie, peering at me.

“What are those on your nipples, Miss Lovell?” she demanded

“A reasonable request,” I answered. “Georgia stuck them on me. She seems to think it would be more attractive if I had them.”

“Yep, they’re stripper pasties, President McTaggart, so it’s hot,” Georgia said. “Part of the Program. ‘A student may be adorned with stickers or drawn on with markers or have any other non-permanent adornment placed on her body by any other student. So long as she does not place it on herself for the purpose of covering or obscuring her body.’ I did it. Not Lola, so it’s not against the rules.”

“We read them very carefully,” I said. “Just like you can’t force how I groom my pubic hair. I may be naked, but I will not be nude.”

President McTaggart frowned at me then she glanced at my chaperons. “Are they planning on monopolizing you for the entire week.”

“’A student in the Program is free to associate with whomever she wants even if this deprives other students from getting the opportunity to perform reasonable requests,’” Georgia quoted. “Again, it’s in the rules.”

“Very well,” President McTaggart said.