Futa Naked In School 10 – Loving Her Futa Girlfriend 3: Salome’s Futa Passions Displayed

Futa Naked In School – Loving Her Futa Girlfriend

Chapter Three: Salome’s Futa Passions Displayed

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Salome Cardozo’s Week, Wednesday

I hit the back button, closing my phone book app and stopping myself from calling Shelena. I threw my smartphone onto my bed. I wouldn’t give in to my lust for the bullying, Black futa and her massive girl-dick. I didn’t need her fucking my asshole any longer.

I had Paloma and the kinky changes to our relationship.

I flopped onto my bed and shuddered, rolling over in my covers. I just wanted to have sex with her, to try out this new delight she had for licking out cum from my pussy. It could be my older futa-sister or it could someone like Candice, Ginny’s futa-girlfriend.

Anyone but that bitch Shelena.

My life was ruined. I could never go back to Rogers College. Everyone at my school had seen who I truly was. That I’d been cheating on Paloma with Shelena for months and months. Right there in the cafeteria, I indulged my lusts for that big, Black dick. I had shown myself to be such a hypocrite.

Poor Paloma was trying to put on a brave face, telling me that everyone thought I was a heroine and that Shelena was the college’s pariah. Maybe the bitch was for trying to force me to there at the end, but that wouldn’t change how it started.

I just wanted Paloma here, but she wouldn’t see me until I came back to classes. She would wait for me Friday evening at our school for the Spring Fling dance. The last one of the year. We had dresses purchased for it, each planning on surprising the other with how beautiful we’d look. I had planned to give her my virginity afterward simply because I feared giving it to Shelena.

“I hate you!” I screeched into my pillow at Shelena. She used me, threatening to bully my futa-girlfriend unless I let her fuck me in the ass. She’d turned me into an anal slut. Week after week, day after day, I had come to crave her cock fucking my bowels.

I wanted her in me right now.

I wouldn’t surrender.

I sobbed into the pillow, wishing Paloma was here to hold me and love me. She was waiting for me to come back to class. She wouldn’t let me throw my academic future away. But I couldn’t face everyone staring at me. My friends would be disgusted. Even Claire, my BFF who knew about Shelena since the beginning, would be horrified by how far I’d gone.

Paloma loved me, so she forgave me for being such a terrible person. I didn’t deserve it. Everyone at my college would know it.

I fell into an exhausted sleep once my crying finished.

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Thursday

“You are going back to college on Monday,” my futa-mother said as she stood in the doorway of my bedroom, her face hard. She had short, Black hair framing her round features. She wore old jeans and a t-shirt, her reflective vest on. She was a construction worker installing drywall. Business was booming. “You heave me, Salome.”

I squirmed. “I’m not.”

She arched an eyebrow. “You’re not too old to spank. You have this weekend to sort it out, then your back to school. No daughter of mine is flunking out.”

She slammed my door behind me.

I glanced at the clock. I should be getting ready to go. Paloma would meet me out front and we’d walk to college together when the weather was good, or get a ride from one of our parents when it was bad. I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. It felt weird being here. I had been in my room for nearly two days now.

I needed to leave, but… I couldn’t return to my college.

I tried to distract myself. I made breakfast and started cleaning the house naked. My futa-sister blinked at that when she dragged herself out of bed around noon. Then she shook her head and poured herself some cereal before heading upstairs, muttering about little sisters shouldn’t be prancing around naked.

I didn’t know why I was still naked. I wasn’t at school. I didn’t need to be nude, but it felt comfortable. I tried to distract myself with midday soaps, but the storylines were so trite. I couldn’t focus on them. I just thought of Paloma.

I found myself drifting upstairs around the time Paloma’s final class would let out. I entered my bedroom and opened my closet. My purple dress hung there. My futa-mother had to work overtime for a week to get the money to buy it for me. It was purple, dangling from the coat hanger by two thin spaghetti straps. It was gorgeous, falling down to my ankles. I would look so pretty in it.

I closed my eyes, imagining how Paloma’s would widen when she saw it, my hair done up into a mass of curls that would fall down the left side of my head and spill over my shoulder, the new diamond earrings I got for my birthday glinting in my lobes. I would take her breath away.

She wanted to go to this dance. It wasn’t fair of me to skip it. Everyone would stare at me. Hate me. Despise me, but I could endure that for Paloma. I owed her so much. She should have broken up with me. She should have dumped my skank-ass the moment I begged Shelena to fuck me before the student body.

My lusts had almost destroyed the most important thing in my life. And now my fear was about to do the same.

I found my phone. I ignored the hundreds of tags from social media apps, people were mentioning me left and right, and called my futa-girlfriend. The phone rang and rang and rang. I bit my lip as I squirmed on the bed.

I winced when I saw the time. Last classes were just about to end. She might not be able to answer.

“Hello?” Paloma gasped. She sounded out of breath. A bell rang in the background. “Salome?”

“It’s me,” I said. “I’m staring at my dress for the dance.”

“And?” I could almost feel her quivering with excitement.

“And will you still pick me up tomorrow for the dance?” I asked, tears beading in my eyes.

“Of course,” she said. “Six PM. I’ll be there.”

I smiled, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Thank you, Paloma. Thank you for putting up with me. I’m such a mess. Mother of Goddess, I don’t know why you do put up with me, mi futa-florecita.”

“Because I love you,” she answered. “Mi sirenita, if love was supposed to be easy then it wouldn’t be worth so damned much, would it.”

I let out a half sob and half laugh. “You’re wonderful. I love you, Paloma. So much. I’ll make sure tomorrow night is special.” I bit my lower lip. “Maybe you should show up earlier than 6. I have an idea you might like.”

“Oh?” she asked. “You have a surprise?”

My cheeks warmed. My pussy clenched. “Yeah, it’s pretty naughty. I love you. See you tomorrow. I need to masturbate or I’ll go crazy.”

“We could have phone sex,” she said. “I’ll be home in fifteen minutes.”

I bit my lip. “No, I might blurt out my surprise. Tomorrow. 5:30 PM sharp.

“I’ll be there!”

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Friday

The doorbell rang and then it opened on its own. I told Paloma to come on in ahead of time. I had begged my parents not to be here. My mother wasn’t happy to miss me in my dress, but my futa-mother was more than happy to take her out for an evening.

I trembled while sweeping down the stairs, my bare feet padding on the floor, my gown rustling around me. My hair caressed my left shoulder, spilling in a brown mass to kiss my golden-tan skin. My purple dress hung from the straps, the bodice clinging to my small breasts.

Paloma came into view. She looked up at me and froze. I almost did, too. My eyes drank in her form. She wore a strapless, red dress. The bodice seemed to hang from her small breasts, just covering her areolas. The skirt was cinched right beneath her bosom and fell in a fine layer of cloth down to her mid thighs, each one seemingly translucence but when combined were opaque and hid her body. Her hair fell in a mass of curls around her cute face, her golden-brown skin almost glowing. She held a small box in her hand.

“Mi sirenita,” she breathed in awe. “You’re gorgeous. I’m having trouble breathing.”

“Me, too,” I said as I kept descending. My feet were moving on their own, thank Goddess, or I would have been stuck in place.

I reached the bottom and stopped before her, swallowing. She had such a big grin as she opened the box and pulled out a purple carnation on a stretchy band. I smiled and held out my hand, letting her slip the flower over my wrist before she kissed me.

I shuddered against her, my lips working on hers. Our tongues danced and darted together while the heat swept through my body. I groaned, my tongue playing with hers while I savored the taste of her. A heat swept through me as our lips danced and dueled together.

She broke the kiss, panting.

“Wow,” she groaned, her breasts rising and falling in her blouse. “That’s…”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned. I brought my hand with the flower to my breasts. “Wow, that was a kiss.”

She nodded then looked around.

“Curious about your surprise?” I asked her, taking her hand and leading her to the living room where Lupita waited.

My futa-sister sat on the couch naked, her golden-brown body fully exposed. She had big breasts and a large cock thrusting up from her crotch. She absently stroked it, this hungry look in her eyes. She was a twenty-two-year-old futa who’d rather play video games and work shitty jobs than get a real career. She blamed the economy or something.

Our futa-mother put up with it for reasons I couldn’t fathom.

“Sup, Paloma,” Lupita said. “My sister wants me to nail her in front of you. You cool with that?”

My cheeks burned. This was supposed to be more romantic. I glanced at Paloma. “Imagine if the entire time were at the dance, my futa-sister’s girl-cum is inside of me, just waiting for you to lick her out of me. Won’t that be wonderful?”

“Yes!” she said and cupped my face. Her fingers caressed over my makeup. She leaned in and kissed me hard.

“You two are cute and kinky as fuck,” said Lupita. “Damn, never thought I’d get a crack at your cunt, Salome. I’ve wanted to try out some incest since it was legalized.”

I broke the kiss and shuddered.