Futa Naked In School 09 – Innocent Girl’s Futa Awakening 3: Lola’s Futa Epiphany

Futa Naked In School – Innocent Girl’s Futa Awakening

Chapter Three: Lola’s Futa Epiphany

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Lola Lovell’s Week, Thursday

The sharp scent jolted me awake. Smelling salts.

I stared up into Nurse Luann’s face. Her hazel eyes studied me. I shuddered, trembling, this embarrassed heat rushing through me. I struggled together myself. I was lying on a bed in the nurse’s office. I was here because…

“Oh, no,” I groaned.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to spring that news on you so abruptly.”

“A sugar pill?” I asked, this warmth shot through me. “But I was so horny. I did such wanton things.”

“You just relaxed your self-control and explored your desires,” the nurse said. She sat down beside me, an attractive futa wearing pink scrubs. I remembered her licking my pussy clean yesterday. She’d eaten out all of the futa-cum from my depths.

“So it was me all the time?” I shuddered. “I ate out Macie’s pussy. I devoured her like I was a lesbian.”

“Well, certainly bi,” she said and smiling. “And what’s so wrong with that? So you like futa-pussy and girl-pussy. Lots of girls are like that.”

My cheeks warmed more. “I had sex with Shelena. I was so horny, I just texted her and begged her to fuck me like a slut.”

“Probably because you always wanted to be fucked like a slut, you just refused to face your desires.” She shifted. “Have you ever heard of Carla Jung?”

“Isn’t she one of the futas who pioneered psychology?” I asked.

“She established a different school of thought from Sigumnda Freud. To Jung, we all have a shadow self. The repository of our darker impulses, the things that society doesn’t consider proper. Or that you don’t consider proper. Desires to be fucked like a slut, for instance. Until we can recognize our shadow self and understand this other aspect of our psychology, we can never be whole people. You don’t have to follow your shadow self, in fact sometimes you shouldn’t, but it is a part of you. What you did with those futas, with me, with your friend were all you. Just the parts you refused to acknowledge. Now that you have, it’s up to you how you want to integrate them. When your week’s over and you can be clothed again at school, you might never get wild again. You might have gotten that slut rush out of you. Maybe you’ll find that futa, settle down into monogamy, and be happy.

“Or maybe you’ll realize you like it. That you want to keep doing it. That you don’t have to let shame and repression hold you back.”

“It was nice not feeling ashamed,” I said, reflecting on the last day. “To not feel guilty that my pussy started getting wet or that my nipples tingled. No struggle fighting that ache to masturbate instead of just surrendering to it.”

She smiled at me. “See. And now you’re in a society that doesn’t judge a girl for wanting to be a slut.”

“They celebrate it.” I leaned back, my breasts jiggling. “But now it means I’ve had sex with my best friend, and she clearly wasn’t okay with it.”

“Well, she didn’t resist you,” said the nurse.

“Yes, she did. I pressed her.”

“Oh, she gave some token resistance.” The nurse smiled. “You know, girls sometimes like to do that. To hide the depths of their passion. A girl will put up a little struggle but she really wants you to press her. Trust me, your friend was into it at the time. It’s just now she’s had time for shame and guilt to work on her.”

“What can I do about her?” I asked. “I mean, there must be a real pill for it to be in the rules.”

“There is. It’s a mild sedative. Just calms you down. Doesn’t make you horny or fix any real problems. Just helps a girl that’s having a hard time relaxing while naked.”

“Oh,” I said. “So no drugs. I have to fix this some other way?”

The nurse nodded.

I slid from the bed and stood up. My round breasts swayed before me. I stared down at my body and then headed out of the nurse’s office. What to make of my own actions? I had clearly just gone wild. I found an excuse to indulge without finding guilt, and I did it.

A lot.

Way more than I ever thought possible. I had anal sex. I licked pussies. I sucked cocks. I reveled in the taste of cum. I couldn’t believe all the wild and naughty things I had done. I felt dazed as I headed naked down the hallway.

A heat rushed through me as I remembered all the things I did. Even being fucked by Shelena, bent over the toilet, and begging to be her slut only brought warmth and not shame. Well, a little shame. I felt like such an idiot for being so easily tricked.

For so easily throwing away my principals.

Why did I found the Purity Society?

Because I was scared of my own lusts and wanted to continue being a virgin? That thought made me shiver. I had never really thought of my motivations. I just embraced indignation and outrage. I shouted as loud as I could be, trying to impose my will on others because I was scared of having that own freedom for myself.

How messed up was that?

Did other moral busybodies do the same thing? Was that why those telling you not to do something were invariably found out to be guilty of doing it in secret. Did they project their own hangups on the world and then tried to mold it to their will instead of just letting people act how they wanted.

Look at Salome and Paloma. They were a dating couple who weren’t having sex with each other let alone others. They weren’t in my Purity Society, didn’t swear to uphold our pledge, and we’re doing it because it was their choice. They wanted their first time together to be special or something.

“Mmm, there you are,” a familiar voice purred. A pair of hands grabbed my rump, squeezing. “Lola Lovell… Damn, I still can’t believe you’re going naked and the week’s almost done.”

“Hi, Teal,” I said, looking back at the freshman. She was two years my junior and one of the best at groping girls in the Program. Though, from what I heard, she didn’t score that often. I understood. She had this desperation about her.

“Mmm, this ass,” she groaned, kneading my rump. I wiggled my hips, my sandy-blonde hair swaying about my face. “I love this ass, you know that?”

“I bet you do,” I purred. I couldn’t go back to that old me. I had learned that having sex wasn’t scary. Getting fucked like a slut by the college’s quarterback didn’t make me into a terrible girl. It just made me horny.

Human.

“Mmm, yeah, you like my asshole, don’t you,” I purred.

“Damn, it’s hot hearing you say that, prez.” Her fingers dug into my butt-cheeks, parting them and exposing my rump. “And look at that. I heard you got your asshole broken in by one of the Hayward twins this morning.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, wiggling my hips. “I had them both in me. Identical futa-cocks.”

“Shit, the Program is amazing,” the younger futa moaned. “Do you mind…? Can I… you know…?”

I giggled. She sounded so embarrassed, so innocent. Like I used. “You want to finger my asshole?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Can I?”

“Wet your finger first,” I said. I was right in the middle of the hallway. I could hear the bustling cafeteria echoing. We were close. I had gone to the nurse’s office to get a pill for Macie in lieu of lunch.



“I can’t believe this,” Teal groaned.

I glanced over my shoulder at her. Short, blonde hair framed her excited face. She popped her fingers into her mouth, sucking on them. Her left hand still groped my butt-cheek, squeezing me as she got them ready.

I groaned as she shoved her fingers between my butt-cheeks. She found my asshole, circling it. She teased me. This wicked heat surged through my body. I groaned, loving the sensation. I wiggled my hips back and forth as she teased me.

Then I gasped as she thrust her finger into my rectum. I shuddered as her digit went deeper and deeper. She worked it deeper into my bowels. My body shook. My heart pounded in my chest, the pleasure rippling down to my cunt.

“Oh, wow, I’m in your asshole, prez,” Teal groaned.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, my bush absorbing my pussy juices. “Just pumping away, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, wow, that’s good. That’s hot. I can’t believe it. Your bowels… Oh, wow, your bowels are incredible.”

“I’m glad you enjoy them.” I wiggled my hips. “Slip that second finger in me. Really pump them in and out. Get me ready for your cock.”

“My cock?” she groaned and then thrust her second finger into my bowels. “Really? I can fuck you?”

“Mmm, why do you think I’m letting you do this?” I asked. I reached behind me, finding the skirt she wore. I felt her bulge and squeezed it.

She whimpered in delight. The younger futa plunged her fingers into my asshole. She rammed them deep and hard. I quivered, my asshole clenching around her digits. The pleasure rippled through me. I tossed my head from side to side, the heat growing and swelling with every plunge. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling.

She pumped them in me faster and faster. She jammed them so deep and hard into my anal sheath. My bowels gripped them, increasing the stimulation. My moans bled down the empty hallway. I shifted my feet, rocking to her finger’s thrusts.

“Oh, my goddess, you’re so tight,” she moaned. “I have lube in my backpack.”

“Get it out!” I panted, my ass on fire. “Lube that big futa-dick and fuck me.”

“Prez!” she squealed. For a moment, I feared she came in her panties before I had a chance to enjoy her girl-dick.

She ripped her fingers out of my asshole. I shuddered and then took two steps to the lockers. I pressed my face into the cool, metal surface and wiggled my rump at her. I needed that eighteen-year-old futa to fuck my asshole. I ached for it.

I watched as she hauled up her tight skirt, exposing a pair of sky-blue panties cut to fit her cock. She shoved those down to her knees, her futa-dick popping out. She had a shaved twat, her shaft thrusting from those pink folds beading with her juices. She scrambled to take off her backpack and dig through it.

She found the lube. Held it up in triumph.

I bit my lower lip and whimpered in anticipation, my asshole aching from her fingers’ stimulation.