Futa Naked In School – Futa Changes the Program

Chapter One: Birdie’s Naughty Desires

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

President Birdie McTaggart, Monday

“And here is what you have all been waiting for!” I boomed into the microphone in the auditorium of Rogers College, my school. I was the president here. The architect of one of the most successful Naked in School Programs in the country. “The final four chosen to go naked for this year!”

Cheers erupted through the auditorium. The cheer squad, led by Tatyana Naumov their captain, were out in force. They were topless, their tits painted in the college’s colors of purple and silver. Their tartan skirts flashed as they did high kicks, exposing shaved twats at the class. The Pervert’s Society—one of my proudest moments was winning Lola Lovell to the Program—waved their signs in support of the proposed rule change. The last year had changed everyone, students and staff alike. Sex was free and open. People knew they could love each other, whether they were the same sex or even related. All the bonds were liberated.

All save one.

The rule which prevented me, the president, from enjoying any of the nubile girls and sexy futas that attended my college. The rule made sense. The board of trustees when they authorized the implementation of the Program wanted to make sure there were rules in place to keep things from being abused.

No penetration of any student in the Program without their consent. A simple rule. You could rub a girl’s pussy, stroke a futa’s cock, or play with their nipples. You could ask them to pose. To show off. You could even wash them in the shower.

But now true sexual act. No sucking on cocks or fucking pussies without their permission.

The other major rule was teachers could only touch students in the Program, or out of it, as part of a lesson. To use them as aides during a lesson. Some teachers found the flimsiest excuse possible, but it was to keep the students from feeling like they were being pressured into sex. Relationships had blossomed despite that.

Molly Jordan and her futa-daughter were the first. We could hardly tell Molly not to explore her incestuous relationship with Johana when they lived under the same roof. Next came Valeria Castellano and Stacie Ward. Their relationship had begun covert but when exposed, Stacie argued that love should have no bounds and she cared deeply for her swim coach. That promoted an emergency rule that if a student and teacher entered into a relationship, disclosed to the college and with paperwork signed to prove consent, would be allowed.

It was progress. Student/teacher relationships began, notably Keisha Rowbottom and her prize debate champion Randi Bjork. Our drama teacher, Christi Tyrell, used the contract to have a new girlfriend each week, skirting the rules. But what I wanted, and what the Pervert Society now championed, was casual sex between staff and students.

Hookups.

I wanted it badly.

I gazed out at the students shouting and cheering. They were at a feverish pitch. “I think I’ve kept you waiting long enough!” I said and thrust my hand into my bag. The names were already pre-***********ed. This was just an act. Sometimes they were random, and sometimes I had fun with whom I chose. I plucked out the blank sheet. “As always, ladies first and… We have Natisha Mason representing the juniors!”

Natisha Mason burst from her seat and rushed down, already pulling off her tank top, her legs looking amazing in the booty shorts she wore. It was June and the weather was lovely. She exposed naked tits that bounced with her excitement.

“I finally got chosen!” she shouted, such joy in her eyes. I knew she would have a fun week.

My futa-dick throbbed at the sight of her heaving mounds. Then she ripped off those booty shorts and shook her jiggling ass at the crowd. I licked my lips, wishing I could just eat her out and ask her permission to fuck her brains out.

Being the president was a hard, hard task.

“Next up,” I said, shoving my hand into the bag, pretending to fumble around amid the blank slips. “We have… Oh, no, that’s a junior.” I grinned as I dug around again. “Here we are. Juniper Dannel for the sophomores! It’s your lucky week!”

She looked ecstatic. In the beginning, girls especially, were shocked to be chosen, but after all these months, everyone saw the fun. The pleasure. The joy those in the Program got as they came to understand their sexuality better.

“Now for you futas,” I said, gazing out at the students. “Mmm, let see who we got…” As Juniper stripped naked, I pulled out a blank paper. “Lalita Singh for the freshman!”

An Indian futa bounced to her feet, her skirt swirling. Her friends were smacking her rump as she worked her way past them down the bleacher to the stairs so she could hurry down to me. She looked so excited, too, her futa-dick tenting the front of her skirt. In moments, that would be whipped off.

I began miming the last one. I always had to pick a few false starts. I could only draw a senior futa, narrowing the choices. “Okay, here we are! Whoa, didn’t think I was going to find a futa upperclassman.” I grinned out. “But Hazel Reed, it’s your lucky day!”

The crowd thundered as Hazel surged up. Lalita was already naked, her futa-dick thrusting swarthy before her. The two naked girls were eyeing her while the student body eyed the rest. Hazel ripped off her belly shirt and then shoved down her jean shorts cut so high they were almost a thing. Her girl-dick popped out, hard and throbbing.

“Enjoy them!” I announced.

The students flooded out of the stands to swarm the four and give them a taste of the Program. Futas almost always came during this, and the girls probably would, too. I smiled at some of the successes. Denice leading her rival-turned-sex-slave Umeko by a leash attached to a collar. The A/V club’s happy members from Ginny and Candice to Paloma and Salome. Even Shelena, the swaggering bitch of the campus had joined, staring in many pornos. She’d been dating Guanting Chan a few weeks now.

The Program was amazing.

I spotted Lola watching with her girlfriend and futa-girlfriend. They were in a three-way monogamous relationship. Mostly. It worked for them. I headed over to the naked trio, Lola absently stroking Jade’s cock while Macie was cuddled on the other side.

“Miss Lowell,” I said while remembering giving her a sugar pill to trick her into indulging in her passions. That was one of my better ideas. “I was wondering if we could talk.”

“Sure,” Lola said, wrenching her gaze from Lalita getting her cock stroked by five different girls. I wasn’t sure they were accomplishing much, but the futa looked happy.

I stopped before Lola, struggling not to ogle her barely legal breasts. They were so ripe and firm. I just wanted to squeeze and knead them and play with them. But I was good. I kept my hands at my side.

“The board of trustees is meeting tonight,” I said.

“On the rule change?” she asked, arching a blonde eyebrow at me.

“Yes,” I said. “I was hoping I could have the Pervert Society’s support at the meeting. I’ll need some… visual aides to help convince the board that this is a great idea. They’re a little old-fashion.”

“Do they not fuck in public?” Lola asked.

“Something like that,” I said. “They feel responsible for your students, but they’re not here like I’ve been. I’ve seen how this has gone, and I am so thrilled in the Program’s results. But I agree with, this rule needs to be amended.”

“We’ll be there,” Lola said. Then she gasped. “Look at that.”

I turned my head to see Lalita’s cum firing from her girl-dick. The Indian futa looked like she’d reached Nirvana. She trembled in the embrace of the giggling girls. One of them was getting splattered by the cum. It splashed on her belly left exposed by her half-shirt. The cum ran down to her skank skirt that didn’t even cover her ass but instead showed off the metallic panties she wore.

My futa-dick throbbed and ached. This was why I needed the rule to change. I was going mad with lust. I wanted to enjoy all these nubile schoolgirls and barely legal futas. I shuddered, my pussy soaking my panties, my poor girl-dick throbbing.

I retreated from the cafeteria before I blew a gasket, or popped off prematurely in my skirt. Mondays were always the worst for me. I retreated to the solace of my office and sank down in my chair. I struggled to get some work done. So much to do. Graduation was next week, and things were underway to get it prepped.

But all I could think about were my students. Natisha, Lalita, Hazel, and Juniper. All going around the campus naked, asking for relief at the start of class so they could get sucked and fucked while their classmates watched. The cafeteria orgies. The hallway romps between classes. Locker room fuckfests. Youthful flesh coming together over and over while I couldn’t touch any of them.

I didn’t teach a single lesson. So there was not a single reason in the world for me to touch any of the students. If I wasn’t their president, we could have all the sex we wanted. My wife and I visited those clubs where eighteen-year-old girls provided the best services. Between getting you food and drinks, they sucked your girl-dick and licked your pussies. You could slide into their cunts and leaving them dripping with cum.

It wasn’t the same as it would be with one my own students.

After an hour, I had to check up on Vivienne Perreault, one of the English teachers. I was doing her year-end evaluation, so I wanted to sit in on her class for a little bit. I slipped in just as the students were arriving. I sat down in the back and then groaned when Lalita Singh walked into the classroom, her swarthy futa-cock leading the way.

A ripple went through the girls. They all were whispering and pointed at Lalita. She had the graceful body of a swimmer, her breasts small. She had puffy nipples. She grinned as she took her seat between Rosario Todaro and Candice Vance.

“Would you like your relief?” asked Vivienne.

“Yes,” Lalita said. The Indian futa popped to her feet and then turned to Rosario. “Care to help out?”

“I only play with other futas when I’m with Samantha,” she purred. “We like to share them.”

“Ooh, ooh, you can fuck me,” moaned Liliana Beasley. The brunette bounced to her feet in a tight crop top and a pair of panties, denim chaps covering the front of her thighs. Her panties were cut low in the back, showing off a great deal of her rear. “I’m already lubed,” she moaned, bending over. Her brown asshole peeked out as her panties, by design it seemed, hugged the bottom curve of her ass and exposed her backdoor.

“Someone wanted to fuck a futa today!” giggled Hilda Salomona.

“Go for it,” groaned Jacinta Albuquerque, a Hispanic futa rubbing at the front of her skirt.

I groaned, my pussy on fire.