1 Movie Night

by Stayrr

You Knew What.

219. FNIS Futa's Naked Passion

Futa's Naked Passion Chapter One: Stacie Breaks the Rules

Futa's Naked Passion

Teacher's Taboo Futa Pet

Chapter One: Stacie Breaks the Rules

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodite/Female, Oral Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Public Sex, School, Teacher

Description: Stacie breaks the rules of the Program during her week going to school naked.

Description: Stacie hides her affair with a sexy teacher as she goes naked for a week at college.

Description: Stacie's affair with her sexy teacher has been uncovered. Now the futa needs to find away to save Miss Catellano's job.

Stacie Ward's Week, Monday

Winter break was over and it was back to Rogers High School for the start of the next semester. The fall one had been wild. The Program had come to my school. Every week, four new students—two females and two futas—were chosen to participate. They had to attend school naked, their flesh on display for the student body's enjoyment.

You could grope them. Stroke them. Get them to pose in pictures. If they consented, you could have sex with them. I'd gotten so much pussy, fourteen-year-old freshman girls just bursting into their sexuality, fifteen-year-old sophomore girls pretending to have more experience than they had (though they'd gained it), sixteen-year-old junior girls ready to prove how wild they could be, and seventeen-year-old senior girls confident in their sexuality already.

It was crazy. I loved it.

The Program came along with the laws the repealed all sort of sexual laws. Public nudity and obscenity laws were revoked. The age of consent was lowered to fourteen. Incest was decriminalized. As long as you were consenting, you could do what you want. New styles of clothing were coming out, tops that showed off a girl's nipples, skirts cut to be open in the front to flash panties or pussies, the explosion of genital piercings.

In some of the liberal parts of the country, things were getting really wild. It still was just catching on, but it was transforming my high school.

What I didn't expect the Program to deliver was a girlfriend.

Meaghan rode in the passenger of my old Ford Corolla. It was a 90's model, a little battered, but cheap to drive and maintain. She nodded her head to FuTastix, the rapper burning up the charts right now. She was singing about all the cunts she'd popped a load in, all the underage poon she'd enjoyed.

Meaghan was a cute girl, a senior like me. She was chosen for the final week of the Program before the semester ended. She had short, brassy hair and sparkling, green eyes. She'd asked for satisfaction on her second day in our Civics class. I'd volunteered.

I ate her pussy so well, just snorkeling in her snatch, she just sort of clung on. Before I knew it, she was giving me all access to her body. Pussy, asshole, and mouth. She wouldn't let any other futa have her.

It was hot. I was high on endorphins so, that final Friday, fucking her in the hallway, I asked her, "Want to go see a movie tomorrow?"

She said yes.

We'd been dating over winter break. She was fun and wild.

"Mmm, you're going to be a good futa, right?" she asked me as I pulled into a parking spot in the student lot. She stroked my hand. "Going to stay away from the girls in the Program?"

"Yeah," I said, giving her an almost wounded look. "What, do you think I'm going to just cheat on you."

"No, no," she said. "I know you love my body." She grinned, licking her lips. She'd blown me in her driveway, not even waiting for her mom to head back inside after giving her wave goodbye. She just hiked my skit, pulled my futa-dick out of my panties, and sucked me off. "But I also know you love getting into pussy."

I grinned at her. "I got into your pussy last night, didn't I?"

She shuddered. "Goddess, yes. And that's why if you need any, you come to me. Any time. I'll satiate you."

Even if you weren't in the Program, you could have sex so long as it didn't disrupt the class.

"Sure, sure," I told her. "I'll hunt you down enjoy you if I get too hard."

She smiled and snuggled up to me, this possessive gleam in her eyes. My stomach roiled. I didn't like that. We were dating, having fun, but it had been only two weeks. I hadn't proposed. She didn't have a ring. She didn't own me.

Then that gleam vanished as she gave me a hot kiss. She burst out of the car into the cold, her brassy hair swaying about her face, her tight jeans hugging her cute rump. "Brr, I hate January. Let's get to the assembly. If you get hard, I'll give you a handie."

"Damn," I groaned.

"I know, I'm the best girlfriend in the world."

I climbed out into the frosty morning air. Clear skies meant cold temperatures here. My breath fogged the air before me. My nipples hardened despite my puffy jacket and a tight sweater. I didn't wear a bra, most futas didn't. Besides, my small titties didn't need any support. She took my hand and we headed in.

"A new year means a new start to be pure," declared Lola Lovel. The blonde President of the Purity Society was on her soapbox again. Literally. She was standing on one before her little cabal of brainwashed futas and girls all dressed up in the long skirts and high-necked blouses, wearing promise rings and purity bracelets, all vowing to never participate in the Program. So far, none had been chosen.

What a pity.

"Stacie, you can reject your hedonism and find freedom in purity," said Lola.

"But then I couldn't have her eat my pussy," said Meaghan. "And, trust me, Stacie is the best. I think it comes from being on the swim team. She's learned to hold her breath."

Lola's cheeks went bright red. The junior girl squirmed.

"You could come ride on my big, Black futa-cock!" shouted the boisterous Shelena. Our school's quarterback swaggered up in her letter jacket with State Championship embroidered on the front, her large, ebony tits almost spilling out of the low-cut halter top she wore beneath. "I'll take care of that purity."

"I'd rather roll in a pig sty," Lola sneered, glaring at Shelena. "Say that again, and I'll report you to Principal McTaggart for sexual harassment."

"I'll report you to the principal," Shelena mocked in a screechy, high-pitched whine. "Just a friendly offer. Can't wait until your in the Program."

I despised Shelena. She was a bullying bitch. She tried to harass a few girls in the Program, skirting the lines on consent. So far, she hadn't gotten in trouble. Shame more than a few girls liked her, dewy-eyed over her accomplishments on the football field.

"I want to gag," Meaghan groaned as we passed Shelena.

We entered the auditorium for the assembly. We moved to the senior section. I nodded to Pearle Parris and Isadora Hardy, two of my friends. They grinned at me, eyeing Meaghan. I sat down with her near the top, my dyed-purple hair swaying about my face.

Excitement buzzed in the air, everyone eager to see the new girls. The cheer squad, led by the wild Tatyana Naumov were doing high kicks, flashing their pussies at the cheering crowd. They stopped wearing anything beneath their skirt early on, and they were talking of replacing their tops with sashes so their tits could be on display.

At least when the weather was warm.

Meaghan's hand slid up my thigh, caressing my leggings as she went higher and higher. A tingle raced up to my pussy. She wasn't joking about giving me a handie. There was this wild gleam in her eye. I groaned as the tingles electrified my cunt.

My futa-dick throbbed.

Principal McTaggart took the podium, her red hair swaying about her face. She had a big smile on her lips, her eyes gleaming. She looked out at the crowd, waiting for everyone to quiet down. I groaned, my girlfriend's hand coming closer and closer to touching my futa-dick.

"Welcome back!" the principal exclaimed in her usual, over-the-top enthusiasm. "I hope you all had an amazing holiday!"

The auditorium shook with applause. It thundered around. I groaned, Meaghan's hand rubbing over my hard futa-dick, feeling me swollen in my panties and tights. She glanced at me, a naughty grin on her face, that possessive gleam in her eye.

Her hand shoved into my tights and panties, seizing my girl-dick.

"Okay, okay, it sounds like you had a great time," Principal McTaggart said. "Well, it's a new year and a new week. So, let's choose who the four lucky students are. As always, ladies first."

Futas clapped and wolf-whistled as the principal shoved her hand into a bag full of names. She fished around and pulled out one. She stared at it and then shook her head. "Sorry, futas, the first girl chosen isn't going to let you do more than touch her. Our school's most aggressive lesbian, Adile Badem, represents the Freshman."

"Perfect," Meaghan purred as she pulled out my futa-cock and stroked me.

The Turkish lesbian, who hit on every girl in the Program, stood up without a hint of modesty, peeling off her sweater on the way to the principal. Her dark skin came into view as I leaned back and enjoyed the handjob.

"And for our next girl, we have…" Principal McTaggart pulled out a piece of paper. "Kalena Apikalia representing the Juniors."

One of the cheerleaders, a Hawaiian beauty, threw down her pompoms and ripped off her shell in a flash of black hair. Her large boobs bounced out. She did another high kick, flashing the student body her pussy. I groaned, Meaghan stroking me harder. Faster. She pumped her hand up and down my cock with fervor.

"Damn, Meaghan," Randi Bjork said. The blonde girl sat across the aisle from us in the junior section. She was a fun girl to hang out with. I made a pass on the year before, but she was way too committed to her debate club to bother with dating anyone, even me. This year, she was even worse. She was the president, spending all her free time with the club and their adviser, Ms. Rowbottom. "You are going to town on Stacie."

"Don't want her getting any ideas," Meaghan purred. "I want my futa all to myself."

She nibbled on my ear as she stroked me, my eyes fixed on the cheerleader stripping naked. Apikalia bent over as she peeled down her skirt, doing a booty shake at the stands. Futas were cheering for her. She would be popular. Mobbed.

I wouldn't even have a chance to be around her.

"Okay, futas, your turn," said Principal McTaggart, Adile standing by her naked now. I just imagined she would be going for every girl in school, using her ten minutes at the start of every class to get relief to enjoy herself. "We have… Stacie Ward, the captain of our swim team, representing the seniors."

"What?" Meaghan hissed, her hand tightening on my cock.

"I…" I blinked as my two friends looked back at me. "Damn."

"Fine," muttered Meaghan, leaning back and pouting, her hand releasing my cock. "I'll finish you off later. Just remember, I'll take care of you. Like you did for me in my week."

"Yeah," I said, my dick throbbing.

Girls were looking at me. They were whispering and giggling. I was popular. Tall, athletic, and confident, one of the few futas who dyed her hair such a bright color. Purple and bold, showing off our school's color. I nodded at a few I'd enjoyed during their Program week. They burst into louder laughter as I sauntered own, my cock half-thrusting before me.

As the other futa's name was drawn, I stripped naked. My puffy jacket came off then followed my sweatshirt, baring my little titties. Kalena stood nearby, squeezing her large breasts and staring at me with a wicked grin.

I couldn't help winking at her.

She giggled in delight as I thrust down my skirt, my cock thrusting out of my panties and tights. She squirmed more, her black hair swaying about her wicked face. I shoved down my tights and panties, slipping off my shoes in the process. I stood naked and proud, my futa-dick throbbing hard before me.

"STACIE!" my swim team started shouting. "STACIE! STACIE!"

I groaned, spotting our coach, Miss Castellano, cheering with them. The Hispanic woman, approaching thirty, had wavy-black hair falling around her head, a big smile on her face as she grinned at me. She clapped hard.

"Stacie, are you going to be able to lead your swim team to victory naked?" asked Principal McTaggart as I handed off my clothes.

I winked at her. "The less I wear, the faster I'll swim."

The futa-principal laughed in delight.

The mobbing happened. The girls swarmed at me. They were all around me, touching me, stroking me. I couldn't help but grin as they caressed my flesh. Their hands slid up and down my body, squeezing my tits, my rump. One girl found the lips of my pussy. So long as she didn't penetrate my hole, she could touch me there.

Not that I would object.

I groaned as someone got a hold of my futa-dick, pumping their hand up an down it. I groaned at the pleasure surging through me. It was incredible. I was already so hard from Meaghan's stroking hand, now this. My eyes closed and—

"Back off that clit-dick, Jalila," hissed Meaghan, meaning one of the cheerleaders had my cock, "that's my futa-girlfriend."

Meaghan appeared, pushing the sophomore girl away. Her hand seized my cock, stroking me. A few of her friends—Reina Vala, Maritza Esparaza, and Kassy Quickley—pressed in, pushing back the younger girls, forming a ring about me.

"I got you, honey," Meaghan purred then fell to her knees before me. She engulfed my cock. Sucked.

I groaned and came in a second from the pure excitement of being surrounded and lusted after.

My cum pumped into my girlfriend's mouth. Blast after blast of jizz flooded into her, bulging her cheeks. I groaned, my pussy convulsing. This wonderful pleasure surged through my body. It was incredible. I filled her while she stared up at me with those green eyes.

Possessive, clingy eyes.

I groaned as my pleasure peaked. The last of my cum surged into her mouth. She gulped it down while her friends pressed in around us. Catherine Snider and Tina Walker had joined the wall. Defeated, the girls streamed over to the naked sophomore futa, the geeky Lizaveta who usually took pictures of the girls in the Program.

Now she was at the center of attention, squealing in delight. Might be the first time she had a girl touch her clit-dick.

"Mmm, there you are," Meaghan purred, standing up, a little bit of my cum on her lips. "I'll take care of you."

"Sure," I said, buzzing from my orgasm.

The only problem, Meaghan and I shared one class, and it was after lunch.

Moving through the halls, her friends escorted me between classes. They seemed to appear, ready to guard me if Meaghan couldn't walk with me. They waved off girls, telling them that I had a girlfriend and to back off. I grit my teeth, hating it.

I was seventeen. I'd be eighteen in a month. I didn't need to be babysat. I was in the Program. I could have some fun.

When I walked into a classroom, aching for need, I couldn't ask for relief. At least one of Meaghan's friend was in every class I had. The girl had her phone in hand, ready to report me if I did anything.

When lunch came, my poor futa-dick was so swollen. My shaved pussy lips ached. Juices dribble down my thighs. My nipples throbbed with need. Meaghan swooped in like an angel. As mad as I was for having her friends spy on me, I needed her badly.

She screamed her head off as I fucked her on the cafeteria table. Then I ate her out, not caring her pussy was full of my cum, then I took her again, this time with her bent over, moaning, gasping, crying out her rapture to the world.

It was great. She cuddled up beside me for the rest of lunch, panting, flushed, feeding me French fries dipped in ketchup, giggling. She was clingy, but after that hard cum, I didn't mind. I was floating with satisfaction.

After lunch, we strolled to the one class we shared, Civics. I didn't need satisfaction for once. But as the class dragged on, as the girls in it were eyeing me, making Meaghan grow stiffer and stiffer, my futa-dick swelled and ached.

I needed another cum.

"I have to get to class," Meaghan muttered. "Kassy and Reina will get you to your next class."

"We'll keep her safe," promised Kassy, a brown-haired girl in a low-cut blouse. She took my arm. "You'll be a good futa, won't you?"

"Yes," I groaned, fighting to grind my teeth.

My last two classes, Medieval History and Film Studies were torture. I wanted to cum so badly. I needed it. Ached for it. Couldn't ask for anyone to satiate me, and I wasn't about to just masturbate like a fool while everyone watched me.

I had my pride.

Just as my last class let out, my phone beeped. It was in my bookbag, the only thing I carried with me. Lacking pockets made carrying a cell phone a pain. I pulled it out and swiped the screen. I had a text from Meaghan.

"Bad news. Little emergency. I have to get to my mom and help her out. No giving you any relief before your swim practice. I can see you tonight if I can get away. Sorry. XOXOXO."

I groaned, "Fuck."

I was so hard and, of course, Maritza and Janice Simms were there to keep me from getting in trouble. They couldn't keep of few of the adventurous girls, like Ludmila Sykora or Patty Abbott from darting in and giving me a squeeze. And Ginny, one of the first girls in the Program, grinned at me as she clung on her futa-girlfriend's arm.

I remembered gangbanging her in the bathroom. I felt a little bad about that. I didn't know Samantha, her ex, arranged that to get back at her. It was a low thing to do. But Ginny seemed much happier with the nerdy Candice, who rumored had it had the biggest cock in school.

"Have a good practice," the two said as they left me in the girl's locker room. When you were in the Program, you had to use the opposite gender's facilities. PE had been interesting early that day with three of Meaghan's friends forming a barrier to keep the other girls from showering with me.

I had to talk to her about that.

I left my bag in a locker and put my padlock on it. Then I sauntered out naked to the indoor pool. We had an Olympic-sized one. The futa swim team practiced in the afternoons on Mondays and Tuesdays and in the morning before classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, swapping with the girl's team.

"There she is," whooped Letizia Alibini, an Italian freshman on the team. She was in her purple, one-piece bathing suit, molding to her slender body. Her black hair was tucked up beneath her swim cap.

"Looking hot," shouted Ayame Yamashita, a slender, Japanese futa who was a year beneath me. She was limber and fast in the water, her slanted eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Showing off how hung you are, Captain?" asked Lalita Singh, an Indian futa, her red-brown skin contrasting with the purple swimsuit. She cocked her hips. "Well, someone's ready for the pool."

"What?" I asked.

"You're so wet," she said and giggled. "Look at you. Got cunt cream running down your thighs."

"Why are you so hard?" asked Ayame. "Seriously. You should be up to your dick in pussy."

"Meaghan," I said.

"KWWW-RACK!" Letizia said, miming cracking a whip. "She's got your ovaries in her purse, does she."

"Fuck you," I grunted with annoyance.

"Oh, my," said the sultry voice of Miss Castellano. "You are turgid, Stacie."

"Yeah, you try walking through a hallway where every girl gropes you," I muttered. Meaghan was really pissing me off. I needed to cum so badly. Now I had to swim with this massive erection thrust before me.

"We can't have that," my coach said. She wore a one-piece bathing suit, too, the same purple as ours. Her teardrop-shaped breasts quivered in it. She hadn't tucked in her wavy, brown hair into her swim cap yet, her eyes smoldering. "Let me take care of you."

"What?" I asked as my coach knelt down before me. She was a woman in her late twenties, gorgeous, her face bursting with that Latina passion.

"You can't practice when you're so hard," she said. "I'm allowed to touch a student as part of the lesson or activity. And, well, I have decided that your erection is a problem. Unless one of your fellow futas wants to take care of you."

"Nope," Letizia said, the Freshman's brown eyes wide.

"Hell no," said Lalita.

"Well…" Ayame said, licking her lips. "Who'd you rather suck your cock, Stacie? Me or coach?"

"Coach," I said without hesitation. "Sure, Miss Castellano. I need a cum."

I had to do this. It was all part of the Program. So I smiled and stared down at Miss Castellano as she nuzzled against the tip of my swollen girl-dick. My small breasts jiggled as I shuddered. Her lips felt so hot on the tip.

She didn't just engulf me, she teased me. Her hazel eyes stared up at me. I'd never noticed that they were hazel, flecked with bits of gold. Her lashes were lush. I was glad her swimming cap wasn't on so her wavy hair could fall about her face. She looked so sexy.

And that gleam in her eyes… Passion, not possessiveness.

"Coach," I groaned as Miss Castellano engulfed the crown of my girl-dick. She slid her lips down my shaft, sucking hard. My pussy clenched in utter delight. This beautiful, sexy teacher was sucking on my girl-dick while the other futas on the team watched in envy.

"She didn't suck my cock when I was in the Program," muttered Letizia.

"You didn't come to practice hard," said Ayame. "You were getting it from all those senior girls."

The younger Letizia laughed in delight. "I was."

I ignored them as I focused on Miss Castellano hot mouth. My pussy clenched at her suction. The pleasure rushed through me. This heady rush that had my head shaking. My short, dyed-purple hair caressed my cheeks as I moaned.

"Oh, wow, Coach," I groaned as she took more and more of my cock into her warm mouth. "You're good at that."

She winked a playful eye at me while her golden-brown cheeks hollowed with the force of her suction.

My pussy clenched. Without hair, every swimmer shaved their bodies, my pussy juices had nothing to stop them from dribbling down my thighs. I groaned, my tangy passion filling my nose, rising over the chlorine. This wild heat rippled through my flesh as her tongue danced across the tip.

Such bliss surged through me. I couldn't believe how incredible that was. My heart pounded in my chest. I groaned and shuddered as her head bobbed up and down me, twisting, turning, controlling how my cock rubbed against the inside of her cheeks or the roof of her mouth. Her tongue never stopped moving.

"Goddess damn, but you're good!" I groaned.

I felt the other futas watching me with hungry eyes. They were so jealous that our sexy coach was blowing me. It sucked that the rules said students and teachers couldn't enjoy each other outside of lessons.

She could blow me in her capacity as coach to get me ready for practice, but that was it.

What a shame. She gave Meaghan a run for her money. I groaned, not wanting to think about my clingy, possessive girlfriend when I had this beautiful woman loving my cock. The Latina coach sucked hard. Her tongue caressed my dick.

She brought me closer and closer to exploding.

Her hands stroked my thighs, sending tingles through me. My heart pumped heat through my veins. I loved it. My pussy grew hotter, the suction reaching through my twat to stimulate my ovaries. I groaned, sucking in breaths, my hands clenching.

Her fingers slid up my inner thigh and found the folds of my pussy.

"Miss Castellano!" I gasped as she stroked my pussy lips.

"Ooh, she's fingering your twat while sucking your dick?" asked Lalita. "I love that."

"Yeah," groaned Pearle.

"You're so lucky, Stacie," panted Ayane.

"I know," I groaned as the coach stroked my pussy lips.

Miss Castellano fingers found the entrance to my twat. She thrust two inside. I groaned as she wiggled them into my tight sheath. My juicy pussy clutched to her fingers, squeezing around them. It was an incredible delight. Pleasure rippled through me. My heart raced. My head tossed back and forth. The pleasure built and built in me. An incredible and naughty treat. The best delight in the world. I groaned, savoring every bit of it.

"Damn, yes!" I moaned as she fingered my twat. "Oh, Miss Castellano! Coach! Yes, yes! I'm going to cum."

She sucked harder.

"Pump your jizz down her mouth!" Pearle moaned.

"Do it!" cried a short futa named Nia Oliver.

"Damn," Letizia whimpered. "She's just gobbling your pecker and fingering your cooch."

"She is," I panted, the pressure swelling and swelling. I couldn't take much more. Miss Castellano's mouth felt incredible about me.

Her head bobbed faster. The suction was incredible. My pussy clamped down on her probing fingers. The friction rippled through me. I groaned, savoring that delight. The pleasure swelled and swelled in me. My heart raced as she loved my clit-dick.

My ovaries grew tighter and tighter. My toes curled against the concrete. I couldn't take much more. My dick throbbed in her mouth. My breasts jiggled. I grabbed her hair, holding her head in place as the pleasure rushed to the tip of my dick.

I erupted.

"Coach!" I howled.

My teammates burst into cheers.

My futa-cum fired into Miss Castellano's mouth. My jizz pumped out of me with pleasure. My moans echoed through the echoing pool area, mixing with the whoops and cries of the other futas watching us. Every blast shot rapture through my body.

My breasts heaved.

"You're such a champ!" cried Pearle.

"Flood her mouth, Stacie!" moaned Ayame.

"I am!" I gasped, my pussy convulsing around those fingers.

I stared into Miss Castellano's eyes as my cum fired into her mouth. Juices gushed out around her fingers while the rapture melted across my thoughts. Her hazel depths brimmed with such joy. Such passion. It was incredible. Almost overwhelming.

She sucked out every drop. I quivered as the final blast of my jizz spurted into her mouth. Her tongue caressed my tip while my pussy spasmed around her fingers a final time. I swayed, my cock going soft in her mouth.

"Mmm, there," Miss Castellano purred after popping her mouth off. There was such a naughty glint in her eyes. "You're ready for practice."

"Thanks, coach," I moaned, feeling so light and airy.

"I have a hard cock, too, Coach," Letizia moaned, rubbing her hardon through her swimsuit.

"You're not in the Program," said the coach as she stood. "I can't blow you at all. Sorry. You'll just have to make do now…" She grabbed her swimming cap from the floor. "I want warm-ups. We have a competition on Thursday. We're going to win."

"Yes, we are!" I cheered, feeling so energized by my orgasm. I felt amazing. Relaxed. All the stress caused by going naked all day was gone.

There were none of Meaghan's friends here to make sure I was a good futa. I didn't have to worry about getting teased so badly by cute girls wanting me than not being able to do anything about it. Miss Castellano gave me such bliss.

Such an amazing orgasm.

I dove into the water naked. My nipples tingles and my girl-cock swayed between my thighs. It was a different experience swimming naked through the water. I raced fro the end, reveling in this all natural delight.

It felt amazing to swim, to stretch out my muscles, to push myself hard as we practiced, practiced, practiced. The two hours went by in a blur. Soon, Miss Castellano was blowing the whistle and urging us out of the pool.

"Good practice," I said, clapping my hands as everyone climbed out of the water. "Letizia, I like your improvement. You're going to be our starter in the 100m freestyle relay."

"I'll get us off flying," she said, a big grin on her face. She pulled off her shower cap, a braid of black hair falling wet down her back.

"We're going to rock," Lalita Singh said as she pulled on her glasses. She blinked as the world came into focus.

"You all did great," Miss Castellano said. "I liked the hustle I saw out there. You were churning up the water. That's what I like to see. Pearle, work on your form a bit more. You lose it when you get excited."

"Friday is going to rock," I said as we headed to the shower room and…

I almost headed with the team into the futa's locker room. Instead, I turned, my futa-cock swaying naked between my thighs, and saw Miss Castellano heading into the girls'. I followed, my heart racing as I remembered the delicious thrill of her blowjob.

My girl-dick hardened. I was seventeen. It didn't take much to get me hard and ready.

I headed into the locker room and groaned at the sight of the older woman peeling off her swimsuit, exposing more and more of her supple back. She turned as I entered, letting me see the profile of her teardrop-shaped breasts. Her brown nipples thrust hard before her. She smiled at me over her shoulder, her wet hair clinging to her neck.

She wiggled her hips and bent over as she worked the swimsuit off of her rump. Like the rest of us, she was shaved all over. My futa-dick reached its full girth as I stared at the folds of her pussy, her labia peeking out of her vulva, dark and engorged, a pink blush rippling from the center of her clit. My cunt grew juicy, my dick aching.

"Real good practice," she said as she sauntered to the showers. "You were beautiful out there, Stacie."

"Thanks," I said, my dick throbbing. She reached the showers. It was an open area with three metal columns that had five shower heads each ringing them. She turned one on, the water falling on her already wet body.

"Are you joining me?" she asked, giving me another smile. "You want to wash that chlorine off. It can't be good for your hair with that dye."

"Yeah, I have to use a special shampoo," I muttered, my dick throbbing. Was she…?

No, no, she was a teacher. She just wanted to make sure I got clean. I was reading too much into this because of that fantastic blowjob and because she had such a sexy ass. Just plump and inviting. My futa-dick twitched and throbbed. I shouldn't be thinking about this. I had Meaghan and…

Meaghan had been so clingy all day. She'd been so annoying. She should trust me instead of having her girls with me and…

I stepped up to the shower beside Miss Castellano. The water spilled over her magnificent breasts. Her nipples thrust hard into the spray. Rivulets ran down the older woman's stomach to her shaved pudenda.

I hit the button, the water spurting on. It would last for five minutes before it turned off automatically. I focused on it, ducking my head beneath the spray, letting the chlorine wash off my body.

Trying to ignore the powerful ache in my futa-dick. That itch in my pussy.

"Having fun in the Program?" she asked. "I was surprised to find you hard when you showed up for practice."

"It's okay," I said. "Not having as much fun as I thought."

"Oh, the girls not swarming you?" She gave me a glance. "I heard you eat the best pussy. Able to really hold your breath."

"I… do," I said, my heart beating faster.

She turned around, leaning against the column. She stared at me, her eyes smoldering.

"I've never had any complaints about my technique," I said, pride rippling through me. Was this really happening?

"Mmm, that's good," she said. "Being able to hold your breath. It's a skill every swimmer should have."

Her hand reached out, almost casually, and brushed my cock. She stroked up and down it.

"Miss Castellano?" I groaned. I was so used to being in charge of girls, but this older woman stroking me, my coach, had me off-balanced. "You shouldn't do that."

"Because it's against the rules?" she asked. Her fingers slid around my cock. "Don't you just want to… break them?"

I groaned as she stroked up and down my shaft. This heat bled down to my pussy.

"I've seen you looking at me. I've felt your eyes on me." Her words purred with that Latina accent. Lilting and full of fire. "It's made me wonder just how good you are. Do these high school girls know what they're talking about? How do you stack up against a mature futa?"

Her thumb rubbed the crown of my dick.

"Care to… demonstrate for your coach," she purred. "Your skills."

I had a girlfriend. A clingy, suspicious girlfriend. If she found out about this and… How? Her spies weren't here. I was alone. Free. My smile grew. It was against the rules, but who cared? I had noticed her. She was a sexy teacher.

"I would love to," I said.

I fell to my knees before her, so eager to eat her out. To show her all the skills I had. I pressed her thighs apart. I stared up at my sexy, Latina coach, her breasts swaying, that look of unbridled passion in her eyes.

If Meaghan's eyes looked like that…

I buried my face into Miss Castellano's twat. Her tangy passion spilled over my lips. I loved the taste. The flavor of her. My tongue lapped through her folds while my futa-dick throbbed before me. This wild and wicked passion surged through my body.

I pressed my face deep into her pussy. I snorkeled in that wonderful flesh. My tongue danced through her. She shuddered, her back arching above me. Those lush breasts heaved as she wiggled her hips. She smeared her hot, shaved twat on me.

My tongue danced. I watched how she moved. How she acted. I read her body and responded. A touch here, a nibble there. I ignored my aching futa-cock as I listened to her moans. To her passion. I gripped her rump, wanting to give her the best pussy eating of her life.

I wanted her howling.

Her head tossed back and forth. Her hips ground on me. Her juices spilled down my chin and over my cheeks. Her gasps and moans echoed through the room. It was incredible to hear. To witness. I watched her with such hunger.

"Damn, Stacie!" she gasped. "Oh, wow, your tongue. Ooh, right there and… Yes!"

I jammed my tongue deep into her pussy, sensing she needed that. I pressed my lips light into her folds, squirming as deep as I could.

"Holy shit, Stacie!" Her breasts jiggled. "Damn, you are a naughty futa. You got that tongue deep in me. You're swirling it around. Ooh, yes, yes, just right there."

I massaged that spot with my tongue, wiggling it across her silky flesh. Her tangy juices poured into my mouth. My breasts jiggled. My futa-dick throbbed so hard. It was an incredible treat to feast on her. To eat her out.

My tongue darted through her folds. I licked and lapped at her. I was so lucky to get to eat out this hot woman. I kept brushing that spot in her. I knew what it was. What it meant for her pleasure. Miss Castellano gasped as my nose nudged her clit, her tits heaving.

"Stacie! Yes, yes! You are a wicked student. Ooh, yes, you're going to make me cum! So fast!"

I smiled, my fingers digging into her firm rump.

My tongue flicked to her clit, backing off from that special spot. I caressed it. She was ready for that stimulation now. Her body bucked. Her tits jiggled with her every movement, dark hair clinging wet to her flushed cheeks.

I watched them, hypnotized by her tits sway as my tongue darted around her clit. Then my lips sealed on her bud, giving her a quick suck. What she needed. She groaned, her body trembling. Her passion echoed through the empty locker room.

Full of her pleasure.

Her wild bliss.

What a sexy teacher. My heart pumped fast as I loved her clit. My futa-dick pulsed to the rapid beat. Her juices soaked my chin. Her tangy passion filled my nose. I loved it. I loved pleasing Miss Castellano. I wanted to make her cum.

"Stacie!" she gasped, her eyes squeezing shut.

It was time.

I plunged my tongue back into her pussy's depths while rubbing my nose against her clit. I massaged her bud while my tongue reached into her pussy's depths. I curled it. I had practiced so hard on this technique. I stroked down her pussy wall and found her G-spot.

The burning fatigue in my tongue was worth it to stimulate that special spot. Her eyes widened. Her entire body heaved. My pussy clenched in delight as she screamed out in her rapture. Her tangy juices poured out of her.

They gushed down my chin and cheeks.

"Yes, yes, yes, Stacie!" she moaned. "What a lovely futa. You are so gorgeous. Keep licking. Madre de Diosa!"

I lapped up her juices, watching her body heave. I wanted to be in her. Needed to be in her. It went against the rules, and I didn't care. It would be amazing. I rose up, my small breasts sliding up her leaned stomach. They nuzzled into her plump tits as her hands shot out.

"Yes, yes, I need this big dick in me!" she moaned, pulling me to her shaved folds. "Fuck me!"

I rammed into the coach's still cumming pussy. Miss Castellano's writhing flesh spasmed around me. I groaned as I sank deeper and deeper into her, staring into her eyes. They burned so bright. They shone with her passion.

I kissed her, our breast pressed tight. Her lips melted against mine. Her left leg hooked around my waist as her pussy writhed around my cock. I gripped her wet ass as I pumped my hips. I worked my girl-dick in and out of the older woman's pussy.

She clung to me. Kissed me.

She devoured my passion. It was incredible. She felt so hot against me. Around me. Her pussy spasmed as our tongues dueled. This powerful rush of bliss surged through me. My cunt clenched with every hot plunge into her pussy.

I broke the kiss. "Miss Castellano!"

"Valeria!" she moaned. "Call me Valeria when you're in me."

I stared into her hazel eyes, flecked with gold, and moaned, "Valeria, yes!"

I kissed her hard. My tongue plunged into her mouth as my futa-dick rammed into her convulsing pussy's depths. She moaned and shuddered. She clung to me as our bodies writhed together. Our tongues dueled. The pleasure surged through me. I reveled in the hot thrusts into her twat.

Her flesh massaged me. The ache built so fast at the tip of my cock. I wanted this to last, but she was so hot. My fingers dug into her rump. Our nipples brushed, her fatter than mine. A burst of delight rushed from my nubs down to my cunt.

My pussy grew hotter. My ovaries approached a boil.

I groaned and gasped, thrusting hard into her. I fucked her with passion. I pounded her. Our flesh slapped together. I squeezed her rump, loving the feel of her muscles flexing. Her pussy spasmed harder.

She broke the kiss again. "Stacie! Stacie! ¡Madre de Diosa! You are incredible."

"So are you!" I panted, this heady rush surging through me. "I can't hold on much longer."

"Cum!" she moaned. Her glossy, hazel eyes bored into mine. "You gave me such pleasure. Oh, Diosa, such pleasure. Spill in me. I want to feel you!"

"Yes!" I groaned, thrusting into her depths. I filled her to the hilt. Her pussy convulsed and spasmed around me. "Oh, Valeria!"

My ovaries tightened. I couldn't hold back any longer. She felt so amazing around me. I rammed into her and exploded.

I stared into her eyes as the pleasure surged out of my cock.

Such joy burned in her depths as her convulsing pussy milked my futa-dick. Blast after blast of my girl-cum fired into her hungry pussy. My body trembled against her. My cunt convulsed, waves of rapture washing out of my twat while bliss erupted from my spurting shaft.

It was incredible. Those two delights slammed into my mind. She held me tight, my small breasts rubbing into her round mounds. I groaned, my heart racing as I spurted over and over into her. I filled her with so much cum.

"Yes, yes, yes, Stacie!" she moaned.

"Damn, Valeria!" I panted, the pussy juices flooding down my thighs. So hot and warm and amazing.

"Mmm," she groaned, rubbing her nose into mine as our pleasure peaked together. It died as we held each other. "Wasn't that worth breaking a few rules?"

"Goddess, yes," I panted and kissed her again.

I held her tight. I loved it. I felt like a million bucks as my cock went soft in her pussy. Our tongues danced together as our passion softened. It felt so nice. I didn't want to break away from her. I just wanted to stay in her arms.

She broke the kiss. "Mmm, thank you, linda."

"Linda?"

"It means you're pretty," she said and smiled. She kissed me again, a quick smooch. "Mmm, now we have to shower for real."

I laughed.

Five minutes later, my body rinsed off, I was striding out of the girls' locker room with my backpack. My hair was drying, my futa-cock swinging before me. I checked my phone and it was full of messages from Meaghan.

A little guilt rippled through me. Just a little.

"Just done with practice," I said. "Went great. We're going to win on Thursday."

"Good," she texted back. "Can't wait. But I'll give you a BJ when you pick me up tomorrow."

"It's good. Swimming practice tired me out. See you tomorrow."

"XOXOXOXO"

I sighed and looked behind me at the locker room. Miss Castellano was something else. It was fun breaking the rules with her. I whistled as I headed to the Principal's office to collect my clothes. It was far, far too fucking cold outside to go home without them.

This week was going to be interesting.

To be continued…

Futa's Naked Passion Chapter Two: Stacie's Naughty Teacher Passion

Futa's Naked Passion

Teacher's Taboo Futa Pet

Chapter Two: Stacie's Naughty Teacher Passion

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Female, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Rimming, Teacher, School, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, Voyeurism, Cheating

Description: Stacie hides her affair with a sexy teacher as she goes naked for a week at college.

Stacie Ward's Week, Thursday

Miss Castellano was the only thing making my week attending Rogers High School naked bearable.

It wasn't going naked in the Program that was the problem. In fact, I should have been up to my eyeballs in pussy thanks to the Program. Hell, I didn't even mind avoiding that for my girlfriend if Meaghan wasn't so clingy to me. If she wasn't around, she had one of her host of friends to babysit me. They walked me to and from classes, glaring at any of the girls who tried to get close to grope my cock. They always kept their hands to themselves, probably because there were at least two around.

She had so many friends.

There was at least one in all of my classes, just keeping an eye on me, making sure I didn't ask for relief from any of the willing and nubile girls I knew. Only Meaghan could do that.

And I only had her for one class right after lunch.

Not that Meaghan wasn't affectionate, but I just felt like I was her favorite toy when she was sucking on my cock or riding my futa-dick. I was captain of the swim team. A lot of girls found me hot. I had more than my share of fun over the fall semester, enjoying most of the girls who'd gone naked for a week at least once.

Miss Castellano was so different.

My illicit relationship with my swim coach had blossomed Monday afternoon during practice. What started as her giving me a blowjob so I could swim without an erection blossomed into something wild. In the shower, she'd shown her interest in me. This older woman, this Latina beauty, ached for me.

How could I say no?

I couldn't.

I surrendered to her. I fell to my knees and ate out her pussy. It was against the rules. She could help me out during practice, but after, alone in the locker room, she was a member of staff taking advantage of a student. Never mind that my seventeen-year-old futa-cock wanted to be in her pussy so bad. Never mind that I ate her pussy to a screaming orgasm before fucking her hard.

It was wrong. Taboo.

Morning practice was over and my futa-dick ached hard. My pussy dribbled juices, the cream lost to the chlorine water running down my body from the pool. Every Thursday, we had morning practice, trading off with the girl's team.

This was an important one. We had a meet tonight. I planned on leading my team to winning as many medals as possible.

I needed to be relaxed and loose. Thank goddess for Miss Castellano.

She was already beneath the spray, the water spilling down her golden-brown skin. Dark hair glistened as it clung to her shoulders and neck, nearly black. Her gorgeous rump wiggled as she looked over her shoulder at me.

I had to use the opposite gender's facilities. All the other futas on the team went to their locker room, but I had to use this one. All alone with the coach. Her ass wiggling, beckoning me on. I groaned, hurrying to her.

The last four days were amazing because of my sexy teacher. She had a decade on me in age, and that made her wild. Sexy. She knew how to please a futa. Best part, she didn't stare at me like I was an object.

She stared at me with those smoky eyes of a woman needing her futa badly.

"We don't have much time before your first class," she moaned. "Just slam it in me. I'm so wet! It was so hot watching you swim naked through the water. Your form… Ooh, Stacie."

I reached her, the steam of the shower washing around me. She clutched the central pillar, a metal shaft thrusting up with five nozzles circling it. No privacy here. It was so open. I felt so naughty as my hands grabbed her hips and pulled her rump towards me.

She had a gorgeous ass.

My heartbeat quickened as my futa-dick nudged into her upper thigh. I groaned at the contact, the pleasure tingling down to my pussy. I made a quick adjustment. I pressed my cock down, sliding it through her bush and pressing it against her shaved pussy.

She let out a wanton moan. Her entire body shook. It was an incredible treat to feel her hot skin against me. My heart beat so fast. I just wanted to ram into her.

So I did.

I buried into my coach's pussy. She gasped, her cunt squeezing down around me. I pressed my small breasts into her back, the shower spray soaking my dyed-purple hair. The chlorine washed off of me, leaving only the scent of her body behind as I drew back my cock.

"Stacie!" she groaned, her pussy clenching around my girl-dick. "Oh, Stacie, yes, yes!"

"Valeria," I groaned, using her first name while we were alone. While I was in her.

"My big futa!" she moaned, her back arching, rubbing her wet skin into my aching nipples.

I nuzzled into her wet hair to kiss her neck. I licked her skin as I fucked into her juicy twat. She gripped me, the pleasure racing down my body. I groaned, my heart thundering in my chest. I pumped away at her. I fucked her hard and fast. I pounded her pussy, reveling in the delicious grip of her cunt around my cock.

"Oh, yes, yes!" she moaned, her hips undulating, stirring her pussy around my shaft. "That's it! That's what I need! Fuck me, Stacie. I need to cum after watching you swim. You're such a beautiful futa!"

"You're a gorgeous woman," I panted. "Goddess, I love your tits."

I seized her heaving tits, squeezing those lush, plump mounds. My hands played with them while her pussy clenched around my girl-dick. I groaned as the pleasure raced down them. That wicked heat that made me ache and gasp.

I pumped faster and faster into her depths. We both burned for each other. I could feel her passion boiling around me. My crotch smacked into her bubbly ass. I sucked on her neck, loving her as she gasped and moaned.

"My sexy futa!" she moaned. "My strong swimmer! ¡Madre de Diosa! The things you make me feel, Stacie!"

"I know!" I groaned, my fingers digging into her flesh. I'd never had a woman like her in my life. She was incredible. She had my heart pounding in my chest. It thundered with my every hard plunge into her flesh.

My crotch smacked into her rump. I pounded into her hard and fast. I buried my dick into her juicy pussy with powerful thrusts. She groaned, clenching around me. Her juicy pussy clung to my shaft. She massaged me, bringing my futa-cock closer and closer to erupting in her.

I slammed into her and she hissed out in delight. Her pussy clenched down around me, increasing the friction. I groaned, my fingers slipping up her breasts to find her nipples. I twisted them as I drew back.

"¡Mi linda!" she gasped in Spanish. The words poured out of her lips sounding liquid, beautiful, but too fast for me to understand.

I didn't need to. Her body told me.

Her pussy convulsed around my cock. That wonderful, delicious, juicy writhe of hot cunt engulfed my clit-dick. I thrust into her, savoring the feel of her depths boiling around me. Her passion drew on me as she cried my name.

"Stacie! Stacie!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" I gasped, slamming hard into her. I buried to the hilt in her cunt. "Oh, Valeria! Damn!"

I erupted into her.

This amazing pleasure surged through me with each blast of my futa-cum into her pussy. My own cunt convulsed. Cream gushed down my thighs as my jizz spurted over and over into her writhing depths. Her flesh milked me.

My passion soared. I threw back my head. I grunted and groaned. I held Valeria tight. I hugged my sexy coach as her pussy milked my cock. This wonderful delight rippled through me. I nuzzled into her neck, nibbling on her jaw, wanting to revel in her passion until the end of time.

Her head turned. Our lips met in a kiss as she milked my cock. I groaned into her, twerking her nipples as the final spurt of my jizz fired into her pussy. I trembled as I held her. I savored the kiss, my heart pounding.

Such heat rippled through me.

She was amazing.

She broke our kiss. "Mmm, you should go. You have to get to class."

"Yeah," I groaned. "And Meaghan's waiting."

"Uh-huh," she said, looking away. The water had died at some point, on a timer. She hit the nozzle again, letting the spray splash into her face as I pulled out of her pussy. The water ran down her body, diluting the cum bubbling out of her pussy and washing it down her legs to the drain.

I sighed. If only she wasn't my coach. Wasn't a teacher.

I drew off as she kept showering then I grabbed my schoolbag and sauntered naked out of the locker room. Meaghan was waiting down the hall, her short, brassy hair framing her cute face. She wasn't a bad girl. She was fun. I had a blast with her over Winter Break, it was just…

She darted to me and seized my arm, her fingernails biting into my skin moment before she gave me a hungry kiss. Her green eyes sparkled with possessive delight. She looked me up and down, her head cocking to the side before she took my arm.

"You're glowing," she said.

"Good practice," I told her as we headed towards the main building. I was glad all the buildings were connected by hallways.

Going outside naked would suck in January.

"You are going to win tonight," she said, clutching my arm tight as we walked. "I just know it."

"Yeah, we are."

"And I'll be cheering you on," she said, beaming at me.

I smiled back. She wasn't bad at all. I just had to get through the Program week, then she could relax. Miss Castellano was just… just some fun. A way for the two of us to relieve the stress that me going naked was causing. Nothing more.

It grew harder to keep smiling as I walked beside Meaghan.

Girls saw us and just looked away as Meaghan glared. Passing futas made whipping motions and shook their heads. Shelena smirked at me then said to one of her teammates, April Gore, "I can't wait for my weak in the Program. I'm going to get so much pussy. They're going to line up to ride my dick. Biggest on campus."

"Isn't that Candice?" I asked, glaring at the futa-cunt. "I heard that freshman's got a bigger dick than you."

"Ginny is fucking lying!" Shelena snarled, her face twisting.

"Ginny?" I asked. "I heard she turned you down. Laughed when she saw how small your dick was. She'd rather ride that nerd's cock than yours."

A passing girl burst into laughter.

"I should kick your ass," Shelena muttered.

"Right here," I said, smacking it.

Meaghan giggled beside me. "Mmm, my futa will cock-whip you."

"Lucky you're in the Program," Shelena muttered and stalked off.

I shook my head, putting the cunt out of my mind. Too many girls gushed over that futa. At least Meaghan wasn't one of them.

When we reached her class, she threw her arms around me and gave me a hot kiss. My futa-dick throbbed into her belly. Her round breasts pressed into mine, my hard nipples drinking in the silky feel of her bodice.

"Mmm, now no fooling around for you today," she said, licking her lips. "You got to focus on winning."

"I'm going to win," I said then groaned as her two friends, Kassy Quickley and Reina Vela appeared, both smiling.

"Guards," I muttered to them in mocking greeting.

Meaghan giggled. "They're your protection. Keep all those hussies from poaching my futa-dick." She gave me another kiss. "Love you."

"Yeah," I muttered then glanced at Reina. "Well, shall we get to Art?"

My sexual tension mounted throughout the day. My dick had that ache to it by the end of first period. Miss Castellano—Valeria—burned through my thoughts. I struggled to pay attention while my pussy grew juicy and my futa-dick hard.

My escort, Janice Simms and Maritza Esparaza, marched me to my next class. It was PE. After storing my things in the locker room, I headed to the gym under Janice's watchful eye. After the class assembled, Coach Hamps, setting up for volleyball, glanced at me and asked, "Are you going to want relief today, Stacie?"

Janice gave me a dangerous look.

"I'm good," I said, ignoring my throbbing dick and aching hardon.

And the interested look from Ludmila Sykora glancing at my cock. She licked her lips as she squirmed in her seat. I groaned, my pussy getting juicier. I sat down and struggled, but it was hard with that delight leaking out of me.

I wished that I was used as an example somehow in third class. But technical writing didn't have a lot of good uses for sex as part of the lesson, but I needed someone to touch me. It would be a reasonable request, something I had to do.

Meaghan couldn't get mad and I could get my fucking ovaries off.

I was a horny daze when lunch arrived. My dick's tip felt so swollen. I groaned when I spotted Meaghan sweeping through the halls to me. She grinned at me, darting forward, her hair swaying about her face.

"There's my swim champ," she said. "Mmm, and your cock looks so hard."

It almost sounded like, "Mmm, my cock looks so hard."

"I need relief," I groaned.

"I don't know," she said, stroking my shaft as the other students moved around us. I spotted a group gathering ahead. Kalena Apikalia, the sophomore cheerleader, was getting fucked against the wall, gasping, moaning, crying out in bliss in delight, fucked hard by Shelena of all people. The Quarterback grunted and groaned, her face twisted in passion.

"Damn," muttered Tanisha, another futa on the football team. She led her two sex slaves, a futa and her sister named Charisma and Krysten. They both wore collars and leashes, both dressed in fishnet stockings today and booty shorts, leather bras around their tits. The futa and her little sister held hands, looking so happy.

The Program was changing our school.

"I need it," I told Meaghan. "Real bad."

"Mmm, okay," she said. "For the swim champ."

Her lips met mine for a moment, hot and naughty, then she fell to her knees in the hallway. She'd gone through the Program the last week before winter break. She'd lost any modesty then. She engulfed my cock and sucked.

She stared up at me with those green, possessive eyes.

I groaned, picturing Miss Castellano sucking my dick, her hazel eyes warm.

Meaghan sucked hard. She bobbed her head. Her fingers stroked my pussy lips. My futa-dick ached and throbbed in her mouth. I groaned, my heart racing as she slid her lips up and down while students passed by.

"Cute ass," purred Tatyana. The head cheerleader smacked my ass as she passed.

Meaghan sucked harder. Her fingers jammed hard into my pussy. I gasped at the intrusion, my flesh squeezing around them. I groaned and swayed, my smaller breast jiggling as my girlfriend sucked with such passion on my cock and pumped her digits in and out of me.

"Damn," Meaghan," I groaned, staring down at her smoldering, green eyes.

Her tongue danced around my cock as her cheeks hollowed. My pussy clenched on her fingers. Pleasure rippled through me. My cock, denied relief for so long, swelled towards my orgasm. My tip ached and throbbed.

I closed my eyes and pictured Miss Castellano.

Valeria sucked my dick with her delicious passion. She pleasured me with such delight. Her tongue ran around my cock buried in her hot mouth. Her fingers pumped in and out of my juicy pussy. The naughty, Latina woman sucked with hunger, eager for my cum to erupt.

I couldn't hold back. Not with the hours of being hard, of aching for Valeria's touch. I grabbed Meaghan's hair, gripping her strands. She moaned about my cock as I thrust forward, burying my dick to the hilt in her mouth.

"Va… Yes!" I gasped, catching myself as I erupted. "Meaghan, yes!"

My hot cum pumped into Meaghan's mouth. I groaned, my pussy convulsing around her fingers. She pumped them in and out of me, stirring me up while she gulped down all my cum. She swallowed it with hunger. She sucked down every drop brimming in my ovaries. I swayed, my heart pounding through my chest from the rapture she gave me.

"Damn," I groaned, so glad for the relief. "Thank you."

Meaghan popped her mouth off my dick. "Mmm, you're welcome. You're going to win tonight, you know that."

Buzzing with bliss from the orgasm, I groaned, "Yes, I am. You're a good girlfriend, you know that?"

"And your an amazing futa-girlfriend," she told me and kissed me, her lips salty with my cum.

I just had to get through this week. The rest of today, the match, and tomorrow. Then things would go back to normal. Meaghan could calm down, and what happened between Miss Castellano and me could be forgotten.

I devoured lunch. I needed calories for the match. Meaghan shook her head as she nursed her salad while I packed away the food. Especially meat. I needed protein for the match. I would be kicking ass this evening.

My last three classes passed easier. I was more focused on swimming than on my futa-dick. I was imagining the strokes, my form. I was picturing my dive, how I would move. I went over the relay race in my mind. I got as ready as I possibly could for it.

Meagan appeared to escort me to the gym. She had a big grin on her face. "You are going to be the best." She glanced at some of the girls staring at me. "Back off. Our swim champ needs to have all her stamina."

Her hand slid down to cup my ass like she owned it.

What was I going to do about Meagan? Would she go back to being normal once this week was over? If she wasn't—if she was going to act like this all the time, jealous of any girl who got close—what was the point of dating her?

Why be with a girl who didn't trust me? It seemed insane.

She escorted me to the locker room. My stomach writhed. The other futas were heading inside, nodding to me. I turned to face Meagan. She had a big grin on her lips. She cupped my face and gave me a quick, almost chase, kiss.

"You're going to be amazing. I'm going to be cheering you on to victory."

"I know," I said, feeling the nerves beginning.

"You should get in there," she said. "Get pumped with your team."

"Well, I mean, I have to use the girls' locker room."

"Yeah, but who's going to be in there?" she asked. "Miss Castellano?"

My futa-cock twitched as the older woman's beautiful face flashed through my mind.

"You need to be with your team right now."

"Yeah," I said. If I saw the Hispanic beauty… "I need to focus."

"Mmm, you are going to be great." Meagan planted a final kiss on my lips, then she spun around and darted off, waving at me.

I headed into the futa's locker room.

"Hey, are you allowed to be in here?" Letizia asked when I walked in. The Italian freshman had a cocky look on her lips. "I thought you needed your ovaries intact, and since Meagan has yours…"

"Is that why you've been showering in the girls' locker room after practice?" asked Lalita asked me. The Indian futa worked up her purple, one-piece swimsuit over her body. The Lycra stretching over her breasts.

"I thought she was just perving on the coach," said Pearle. "I hope to get chosen."

"Naw, the coach doesn't shower," said Letizia. The fourteen-year-old futa was feisty. "I know, I tried."

I almost said something, commenting about a real futa would attract Miss Castellano's attention, but I swallowed it back. No one could know what happened in there. My stomach twisted. After the meet would be the last time. We didn't have practice tomorrow, and come Monday, I'd be out of the Program and using the futas' locker room.

"Letizia, can you swim as fast as you run that mouth?" I asked.

"I'll swim circles around you, Stacie," she said, a big grin on her face. "We're going to kick those Bethel inbreed cunts!"

"Yeah, we are," said Lalita. She grinned, her swarthy features twisted in joy. "We are lean and mean."

"They're going to freak out when they see Stacie standing naked with her cock out, hard and ready to fuck their girlfriends when this is over," said Asuka, a Japanese futa with a big smile.

"Meagan better not find out," Letizia said. "Or she'll cut Stacie's dick right off."

The other futas laughed. I smiled and shook my heads. We were pumped. We were ready to get out there and win.

We joked, we laughed, we stayed loose until it was time. Then we headed out to the event led by coach Castellano. She was wearing a pair of gym shorts and a tank top, looking so hot. It was hard to keep my dick under control.

The stands were packed, our school on the right, the Bethel dweebs on the left mixed in with the students from the other three schools participating, Washington High, Sumner, and Stadium. They were the mares, their blue and silver coloring rippling through the stands as they cheered their teams on. I was ready for it, my cock aching.

First up was the 50m freestyle. I was ready to kick some ass in it. I didn't care that I was naked. The girls squealed when I stepped up to the diving platform. I looked for Meagan, but couldn't find her in the sea of screaming girls. More than a few flashed their titties at me.

I grinned. I was going to kick ass.

"Lost your suit?" a futa from Bethel asked, her tits stretching out the blue swimsuit she wore.

"Your mom's waiting at the far end," I told her. "This way, I can just slide right out of the pool and get to business."

"You fucking—"

The gun fired and I sprang off while she spluttered in outrage. The cool water engulfed my naked body. I focused on kicking, swimming, my form perfect. I would win. I felt the entire school watching, but it was one set of eyes above all others I felt.

One voice cheering me on that I heard over the splashes.

Coach Valeria Castellano.

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"Four medals, Stacie!" whooped Lalita as we left the match several hours later. We all had our metals swinging around our necks. "Three of them golds! Damn, you kicked ass today."

"I know!" I said. It was a big meet. I swam six different races. I was feeling so pumped as we walked out. The other teams were using the guest locker room. We had our own. "And you. Two gold and a silver. Nice!"

"Letizia killed it in the relay race," said Pearle. "Damn, you got us off to a start."

The freshman beamed at us. She had only one metal, a silver, but that was still impressive for just starting out. I took first place in the 50m freestyle, 100m backstroke, and took second in 150m freestyle. I was a little winded by then, but it was still a great performance.

Ayame took the gold in that one, the Japanese futa looking proud. It was her first gold.

My fourth medal was for our team winning the freestyle relay. I was the captain, so I was awarded the gold for it. I was also the anchor, bringing us home. It was a great race. I was feeling so pumped as I started towards the locker room with the rest of the team, my futa-cock swaying half-hard before me.

"What are you doing, Stacie?" Miss Castellano said.

My cock twitched at the melodic sound of her voice.

My head turned to spy her by the entrance to the girl's locker room. She looked so sexy in that gym shirt and shorts, her breasts filling out the stretchy top. She had this naughty smile on her face as she vanished inside.

"You were amazing!" Meaghan cheered, rushing down the hall a moment later.

"Thanks," I told her. "Let me just get showered and cool down. Give me a bit."

"Sure, sure," she said. "I'll be waiting out front celebrating with everyone else. Someone brought fireworks."

"They better set them off before Principal McTaggart finds out," I said, my cock swelling harder and harder as I headed for the locker room.

"Yep!" Meaghan called. "You were awesome. My swim champ!"

Maybe I should feel guilty, but this was my last time with Miss Castellano. With Valeria. I didn't want to waste it. I wanted to enjoy it. I had no practice tomorrow. I would have one last day going naked, then everything would be normal.

My futa-dick led the way, swollen hard. My pussy dripped juices.

My older lover waited for me in the shower, facing me, the water running across those lush, teardrop-shaped breasts. She licked her lips as I hurried to her, the medals swaying about my shoulders, the cold disks brushing my breasts.

"You were amazing," she said, shuddering. "I want to give you a treat. Anything. What do you want from me?" She turned around slowly beneath the spray, her body too lush and beautiful for me not to stare in awe.

I licked my lips. "I showed you how good I am at eating pussy, but now… Now I want to show you how well I can eat a girl's asshole."

"Oh, my," she gasped, her eyes widening. The older woman actually looked a little hesitant. A vulnerability appeared in her expression. I felt this intimacy form around us, my heart beating faster and faster. "I've never but… with you…"

She nodded and turned around, bending over as she gripped the shower station. She thrust that cute rump out at me. My heart beat faster and faster. This warmth shot through me as I drifted over to her. She was so intoxicating.

How could I give this up?

Why did she have to be my coach?

I fell to my knees behind her, staring up her thighs at her delicious, shaved pussy, then to her taint, and finally her sphincter peeking out between her golden-brown butt-cheeks. I grabbed her rump and pulled her mounds apart. My tongue flicked over my lips.

My dick throbbed as I leaned in, my pussy aching to be touched, but my hands were busy. I took a long, slow lick through her tangy folds, her cunt cream staining my lips. She let out a shuddering moan. Her rump clenched against my fingers as I held her cheeks apart. My heart pounding in my chest as I went higher and higher. I licked across her taint to her asshole.

A sour musk swelled. This wicked, naughty scent. I didn't care how dirty it was. This was so exciting. My heart pumped rapture through my veins as my tongue darted around her sphincter. I teased her.

"Oh, yes, yes, Stacie!" she moaned. "Madre de Diosa, that's nice. Ooh, your tongue…"

"You taste good," I groaned.

"Mmm, you like eating booty, huh?"

"When the woman's got an ass as gorgeous as yours, Valeria." I squeezed her rump and swirled my tongue around her asshole. "Just delicious."

"Wicked futa," she moaned. "Mmm, yes, I need this."

My right hand slid from her butt-cheek as I swirled around her sphincter. The sour musk grew as I teased her. I pressed my tongue into her anal ring as my fingers reached the bottom swell of her rump. I slid to my left, following the curve of her rump towards her hot pussy.

She gasped as my tongue penetrated her bowels. I wiggled into her anal sheath. I swirled around in her, teasing her, making her groan and gasp. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks clenching about my face. Then my fingers found her shaved folds.

"Stacie!" she groaned. "You naughty tease. Going to play with my pussy, too, eh?"

"Have to please every bit of you I can," I groaned. I thrust my fingers into her pussy and my tongue into her asshole.

She gasped out, her pleasure. She undulated her hips and clenched her butt-cheeks about my face as she shuddered. That delicious pussy gripped my fingers sliding into her. My futa-cock throbbed in memory of that wonderful delight. I fluttered my tongue through her anal depths, savoring her dirty taste.

That sour, kinky flavor.

Her pussy gripped my digits, teasing them as I pumped in and out of her. She groaned, her asshole clenching on my tongue. I stared up her supple back, her dark hair swaying as she shuddered through her pleasure.

"Oh, yes, yes," she groaned. "Oh, you're amazing, Stacie. Ooh, you're so good at this."

My fingers plundered her pussy. I churned her up as my tongue devoured her asshole. Her juices dribbled down to my wrist. They coated my hands. I savored it. This wicked delight soaked them. This hot treat. I pumped them faster and faster in and out of her pussy.

"¡Madre de Diosa!" she groaned, her passion echoing around the room. "You're so naughty, Stacie! Yes, yes! You're just so wicked."

"I know," I groaned.

I thrust a third finger into her pussy. My thumb rubbed her clit. Her juices soaked my digits. I pumped them in and out of her faster and faster. I reamed her. I plundered her naughty twat, savoring every minute of driving her wild.

She gasped. Moaned. My tongue plundered her asshole. I thrust it in as deep as I could, soaking her in my saliva. I rubbed her bud, her pussy growing hotter and hotter around my fingers. Her hair swept around her back and danced around her shoulders.

It was such a hot sight to behold. She was just so gorgeous it made my dick ache and my pussy itch. I groaned as I stared up her back. She shuddered, her bowels clenching on my tongue. Her pussy gripped my fingers. Her clit throbbed and twitched.

"Yes, yes, right there!" The coach gasped, her voice echoing. "Oh, Stacie, you know what I love. You're amazing! Yes!"

Her pussy convulsed around my fingers.

Juices gushed out, bathing my hand. Her tangy passion filled my nose. Her bowels rippled around my tongue. I groaned, pulling it out of her asshole while my three digits pumped in and out of her pussy. She bucked and shuddered, soaking me with her cream.

"That's it," I groaned. "Mmm, you love that, don't you. You're such a naughty coach, Valeria."

"I am," she panted. "I just love this. You're so exciting, Stacie. So different from the others."

"Other students?"

"Other futas," she moaned.

My dick throbbed. This surge of pride shot through me. This wild beat raced through my heart. My cock ached. I wanted to take her. To just rise up and plunge my cock into her asshole. Pussy juices spilled down my thighs as her cunt rippled about me.

She moaned out a final time as her orgasm died. I gave her sphincter a last lick, savoring her sour musk as she just whimpered. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, all three glistening with her juices. I wanted to suck on them.

Held back.

"Mmm, you know how to eat booty," she groaned. "Oh, wow, that was incredible, you know that, Stacie?"

"I do," I said, my left hand keeping her butt-cheeks pried apart.

I brought my pussy-soaked fingers to her asshole. I rubbed the cream against her puckered hole. Then I worked two of them in. My futa-dick throbbed and my cunt clenched as I watched her anal ring widen to engulf my digits.

"Oh, you're getting me ready for your dick," she whimpered. "Naughty futa."

I grinned as I worked my fingers deeper and deeper. "You got me. I just want to plunder that asshole."

"Mmm, go for it," she moaned. "I want that. Just pound me."

"Gladly," I groaned, my futa-dick aching, throbbing. "Just let me loosen you up."

"Oh, I'm close," she groaned. "That orgasm… You are special. I really mean that, Stacie."

My heart beat so fast. I suddenly wanted to say something but was scared of it. These intense emotions ran through me. My heart felt squeezed for a moment. It was almost overwhelming in their intensity.

It was easier just to fuck her. To ignore these feelings. I couldn't have them. Our passion couldn't exist outside this room, and I only had this last time to use the girls' locker room.

I ripped my fingers out of her asshole and rose. I pressed my paler futa-dick between her golden-brown butt-cheeks. I groaned at the hot caress of her flesh. I rubbed my cock up and down her crack, savoring the naughty caress, this wicked sensation surged through me as I found her wet asshole.

"Stacie!" she moaned, looking at me over her shoulder. Her hazel eyes glinted with all that passion.

I could fall into those eyes.

"Do it! Fuck my asshole!"

I thrust forward.

Her anal ring stretched and stretched, lubed by her cream and my spit. She shuddered, her back arching. A throaty moan burst from her lips as her sphincter engulfed the tip of my cock. That velvety friction massaged over my dick.

Damn, it was incredible.

I sank more and more of my girl-cock into her asshole. My cunt drank in the sensation. Juices ran down my thighs as I went deeper and deeper into her bowels. I groaned at the pressure around me. That wonderful, velvety grip that held me.

My heart labored in my chest as I penetrated her. I groaned as I slid deeper and deeper into her. She whimpered. Her bowels clenched around me. My girl-dick throbbed in her depths. The massaging pressure of her tight sheath sent such pleasure spilling through me.

"Goddamn, Valeria," I panted as I bottomed out in her.

"Ooh, you're big," she moaned, squeezing around me. "Madre de Diosa, you are a hung futa. I love it."

I slid my hands around her body, holding her. Stroking her. I let her bowels adjust to my cock. Her hips shifted, her asshole clenching and relaxing around my dick. My heart pounded in my chest as I savored this wonderful delight.

"Ooh, you're patient, too," she moaned. "Why do you have to be a student?"

"Don't say that," I groaned. "Right now, you're just Valeria, and I'm just Stacie."

She turned her head, her eyes gleaming. She nodded her head.

I hugged her tight, rubbing my small breasts into her back as I kissed her over her shoulder. Her lips were so hot against mine. I groaned, her bowels squeezing around my clit-dick. Her body trembled, stirring her asshole around me.

Pleasure flowed through me.

I moaned into the kiss. My hands squeezed her breasts as the pleasure built and built the pressure in my ovaries. She felt ready. It was time to take her. To fuck her hard. To make her feel special. I groaned as I drew back my hips, her bowels clenching about my cock.

Velvety friction set off such a fire inside of me. I groaned as I drew back farther and farther. I pulled back until only the tip of my dick remained gripped in her tight asshole. Our tongues danced as we kissed over her shoulder.

I rammed back into her.

My pussy lips, wrapped around my girl-dick, smacked into her butt-cheeks.

She broke the kiss and moaned out, "Stacie! Stacie, yes!"

I squeezed her breasts, my fingers digging into her plump tits as the intense pleasure shot down my futa-shaft. Her bowels gripped me with such intensity. It was incredible. It had me dizzy as I thrust into her again and again.

"Valeria!" I groaned. "Oh, damn. Oh, goddess, you're amazing."

"Sure that it's not just my ass making you say that?" she moaned, humping back into my thrusts, our flesh smacking hard together.

"It is an amazing ass, but, no!" I slammed into her hard. "Everything about you is the best. I…"

I pushed those feelings down and just thrust my hips. I savored plundering her bowels, letting the pleasure swell over me. My ovaries drank in the friction. My futa-cum brimmed in them while my pussy grew hotter and hotter.

How hot was her twat?

My right hand shot down from her breasts. I crossed her stomach, feeling her flesh quivering as I stroked lower and lower. She whimpered, her bowels squeezing around my dick. Her hips rotated, caressing me, driving me wild.

"Valeria!" I moaned, coming closer and closer to erupting into her. To that magical moment when my cum fired into her body.

"Yes, yes, Stacie!" Then she shuddered as my fingers found her folds. "You naughty futa! Finger my clit! Ooh, make me explode on that big dick! I want to savor it!"

Why did this have to be our last time?

I slammed deep into her. Hard. My fingers danced over her clit. Her hot flesh massaged me as I plundered her again and again. I rammed to the hilt in her, coming closer and closer to making her explode. Her bowels squeezed around me. Her wonderful flesh would take me to the edge of never-ending rapture.

My fingers danced over her bud. My others found her nipple atop her jiggling breast. I twisted it, savoring the increased pressure. The bliss surged through me. I hugged her tight, rubbing my small titties into her back.

My nipples throbbed.

My pussy clenched.

"Valeria!" I groaned. "I love this."

"Me, too!" she moaned. "Oh, yes! That's good. I'm almost there."

I slammed into her hard. I frigged her clit. Our flesh slapped together. The frictions surged down to my ovaries. My pussy clenched as her asshole writhed around me. A heartbeat later, my cum fired into her bowels.

We came together.

Our voices echoed through the locker room as I pumped blast after blast of my cum into her bowels. I flooded her. Stars burst across my vision as this wonderful rapture consumed my mind. I groaned, my heart thundering.

It was incredible.

"Valeria!" I moaned. "I love you!"

"Stacie!" she gasped, twisting her head as my futa-cock spurted more and more jizz into her bowels.

I kissed her over her shoulder as those three words seemed to echo around us. Her bowels milked my girl-dick. Juices gushed down my thighs. The pleasure melted my mind. I groaned, holding her tight. It was so incredible to be in her.

I hit that height of rapture. I hung there, shuddering, groaning. It was wild. I couldn't believe this was really happening. That I was so lucky to make love to this incredible woman. I was brimming, so full of all this passion. I never wanted it to end. My cock fired that last spurt of futa-cum into her bowels.

My pleasure died.

My hands moved. My arms held her body. She twisted, my cock sliding out of her bowels as she turned around. I kissed her, my softening dick pressing into her belly. My body buzzed from the passion. Our tongues dueled while I stared into her eyes.

I broke the kiss.

"What you said…" she groaned.

"I know," I said. I was lost in her hazel depths. "I love you, Valeria. This last week has been amazing."

"You can't say that," she said. "This… It will get me fired. No one can know."

"How will they?" I asked.

"We can't use the girls' locker room next week."

"So we meet outside of school," I told her. "Do you want to give this up? This was amazing. You're amazing?"

"What about Meagan?"

"What about her?" I asked. "We've been dating three weeks. And she's been so clingy since I joined the Program. She has girls spying on me. I tried to pretend this was fun. Tried to pretend I wasn't feeling anything more than lust, but… but… Tell me, Valeria. Tell me you want to give this up."

I bored hard into her eyes. I studied them, searching for them. I just saw her passion.

"I don't," she moaned. "Stacie, you're incredible. I don't care that you're younger than me. We just have to be careful."

"We will be," I told her.

"I love you, Stacie."

I smiled and leaned in to kiss her. I never wanted to leave this locker room. It was our special place and—

"You two-timing, piece of shit! I can't believe you're fucking another girl!"

I whirled from Valeria to see Meagan standing in the locker room. Rage mottled her face red. Her brassy hair swung about her. She stared at me with intense, furious eyes. Her nostrils flared with her exhalation.

"I can't believe this!" she hissed. "What fucking skank are you screwi…" Her words trailed off. "Miss Castellano. You're fucking a teacher."

"Meagan, wait," I gasped.

She whirled around and fled the locker room.

"Fuck," I muttered. I turned around and saw the terror on my lover's face. My stomach sank. I'd ruined Valeria's career. My guts twisted. I felt just like what Meagan called me.

A piece of shit.

To be continued…

Futa's Naked Passion Chapter Three: Stacie's Passionate Rebellion

Futa Naked in School

Futa's Naked Passion

Chapter Three: Stacie's Passionate Rebellion

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Female, Oral Sex, School, Teacher, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Public

Description: Stacie's affair with her sexy teacher has been uncovered. Now the futa needs to find away to save Miss Catellano's job.

Stacie Ward's Week, Friday

My stomach writhed as I sat naked in the main office of my high school. My heart pounded in my chest as I gripped my cell phone. I felt like I'd eaten a ton o lead. It just weighed me down, crushing all my insides with dread.

My phone vibrated.

Another angry message from Meaghan. My ex-girlfriend went scorched earth after catching me and my swim coach, Valeria Castellano, confessing our love for each other while in a passionate embrace in the girl's locker room. The high I had been riding—a mix of euphoria from cumming, the joy of finding something special with the older woman, and the thrill of winning three gold medals and a silver in the swim meet—had vanished in that moment.

Snuffed out.

Meaghan had caught us before I could break up with her. She was a fun girl. If I hadn't been chosen from the Program our first week back to classes after we started dating over Winter Break, we might never have broken up. But she was jealous, afraid I would cheat on her. It wasn't to say she drove me into Miss Castellano's arms, it was more that I needed relief and found it from the sexy, older woman.

She was beautiful. Golden-brown skin, beautiful eyes, lush hair, a gorgeous body. She was in her late twenties, a decade older than me. She was fun and passionate. She didn't stare at me like she owned my body because we were dating.

What I felt with her was so deep. I had been in the shallow end with Meagan, but with Valeria…

Now it was all over social media that I was fucking her. When Meaghan wasn't calling me a piece of shit, a cheating cunt, a small-titty slut, and so on, she was spreading it far and wide that she caught me fucking my swim coach while painting herself to be some sort of tragic figure.

"I gave her all my heart and love," Meaghan posted on Facebook last night. "I poured it all out to her. I gave her my body. I blew her. I satiated her lusts. I was there for her, and she still cheated on me with that slut-teacher. I walked in on them expecting to celebrate Stacie's victory and, instead, I found betrayal!"

I was seventeen. It wasn't illegal for me to have sex with the older woman any longer. Age of consent was lowered to fourteen. It was the fact she was my coach. On staff. The Program rules stated that teachers and other members of the faculty couldn't use their position of authority to engage in sexual activity with a student outside of prescribed lessons. When Valeria blew me that Monday so I could practice without a hardon, that was to help with her lesson.

When she seduced me in the shower after, that was "her taking advantage of me."

It was all horseshit. She didn't take advantage of me. I wanted her. Needed her. Yeah, she started it, but I finished it when I ate her pussy to a screaming orgasm then fucked her so hard that she screamed out in rapture.

My dick twitched hard just thinking about that wonderful moment when I first slid into her and…

And her career was over. She would be fired and no other school would hire her. She was a great coach and an amazing Spanish teacher, or so I'd heard from people who took her class. She deserved to have her career. There had to be something I could do. Something I could say.

An argument.

I wished Randi was here. She was this junior girl I knew. I tried to date her last year, but she was so fixated on the debate club she didn't have time. If anyone I knew had the skills to make the argument, it was her. All I could do was lie.

My back straightened.

The door to Principal McTaggart's office opened. Her head peaked out. "Stacie, we're ready for you."

I swallowed and nodded. I grit my phone in a tense hand and rose, my futa-cock swaying before me, my small breasts jiggling. I would save the woman I loved's job. Valeria wouldn't be fired because of me. I wouldn't be responsible for ruining her future.

Principal McTaggart was a fiery-haired futa and had an Irish lilt to her accent. She normally was a bubbly and friendly futa, but today she had a serious face, her lips pursed tight as she held the door open for me. I entered her office and swallowed.

There were others here.

Ms. Rowbottom sat on the left side behind the principal's desk, the Black futa sitting cross-legged, her ebony face serious as she studied me. Her eyes met mine and they softened for a moment like she was sympathetic to what was happening. I didn't have her this year, but she taught my English class last year.

Randi would definitely know how to make an argument to convince at least Ms. Rowbottom. The Black teacher was also the debate coach.

Next to her was Miss Tracey, the school's guidance counselor. She gave me a friendly smile, a woman with an alluring face framed by light-brown hair. Dainty glasses perched on her nose, her hazel eyes softening as they fell on me, but her back was straight. The last person was the vice principal. You normally didn't meet with Miss Massey unless you were in trouble. The Black woman handled discipline. I swallowed at the woman's hard, ebony face, her brown eyes narrowing.

"First off, you're not in any trouble, Stacie," said Principal McTaggart. "We just want to hear what happened from your perspective as part of our investigation into Miss Castellano's inappropriate behavior."

"Inappropriate behavior?" I asked blandly.

The principal glanced at me, her green eyes tightening. She squeezed past Miss Massey to gain her seat at the center of the desk. "Yes, the sexual relationship you have with her."

I frowned. "Sexual… relationship?"

"We know that she gave you a blowjob on Monday," said the vice principal, her eyes boring in on me.

"Just part of swim practice," I said. "I was too erect to swim. Since she was the only girl there, she volunteered to take care of me in the fastest way possible."

"True," Ms. Rowbottom said. "That's perfectly in line with the Program's rules."

The guidance counselor nodded. "It is, but what happened Thursday evening in the locker room when you and Miss Castellano were alone."

"What? I was showering. I have to use the girls' locker room as part of the Program. I've been doing it for all my PE classes and practices. So what?"

"She was naked, too," said the vice principal.

"Showering, too," I said. "And?"

"She was doing more than showering. You were caught by your girlfriend."

"My ex-girlfriend. I broke up with her right before that and she didn't take it well." I shifted. "She's a jealous girl, and she overreacted. She found us both showering and assumed we were doing more. Then she's been harassing me all over the internet since. That's all."

"You're denying that you had any sexual contact with Miss Castellano beyond the blowjob?" the vice principal asked, her voice icy.

My insides twisted. I nodded.

"We understand that you're trying to protect Miss Castellano," said Principal McTaggart. "You're not going to be in trouble."

"Not if you don't stop lying," added the vice principal.

"I'm not," I said. "I—"

The vice principal turned a tablet around that was sitting before her. She swiped the screen to turn it on. A video played, clearly taken on a cell phone. I swallowed as I witnessed the end of my tryst with Miss Castellano. There I was, cumming in her asshole, both of us crying out our love. I could hear Meaghan's angry mutters.

"Meagan Carter sent us this just after 8 PM last night," said Principal McTaggart. "You can't call that showering."

My stomach sank. "It was the first time," I muttered. "I just…"

"Was lying to protect her," Ms. Rowbottom said. "I understand. What young futa wouldn't lie to protect someone she clearly cared about?"

The vice principal rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you're going to buy some sort of Romea and Juliet BS. Miss Castellano took advantage of Stacie and—"

"I'm seventeen," I growled. "I'm not a child. I knew what I wanted. I took from her. She was the one that didn't want to do this, but I seduced her."

"It doesn't really matter who claims to have initiated it," said the guidance counselor. "She's the teacher. She should have controlled herself. I think we really have all we need from Stacie."

"Why did you even bring me in here?" I demanded. "You had the damned tape. You didn't need me. Unless you were trying to find something else to bury her with."

The guidance counselor looked down.

"Futa, you better moderate your tone," growled the vice president, her voice a throaty contralto. "You are about to talk yourself into a whole lot of trouble."

"We just wanted to know how bad the abuse of power was," said Principal McTaggart. "You can return to class, Stacie." She gave me a tight smile. "And congrats on your vic—"

"Miss Castellano didn't do anything wrong!" I hissed. "You let Mrs. Jordan off the hook when she screwed her student."

"Her daughter," growled the vice principal. She rose, staring hard at me. "And she was having sex as part of teaching healthy sexual practices to her students. She is not allowed to have any sort of relationship with Johana on school property or at school events. We can hardly ban them from pursuing lawful activities in their own home, but you… Do you live with Miss Castellano."

"No," I muttered sullenly.

"Then you're dismissed, Ms. Ward. And mind your tongue."

I whirled around, my cock slapping into my thigh, and marched out. I slammed the door behind me and…

Miss Castellano sat where I had been, her shoulders hunched. She held her purse on her lap, almost hugging it. She glanced up at me. Her dark eyes met mine. I saw such fear brimming in them. This hopelessness. I wanted to hug her right there. To grab her and hold her. To tell her how much I loved her.

The door opened behind me. "We're ready for you, Valeria," Principal McTaggart said. "Stacie, get to class."

I had to save my lover. I needed something. An argument. There had to be a way out of it. Some loophole. Could I claim that it was just part of a lesson? That she was having me practice my form by fucking her body. Some new-found method of teaching swimming. I hadn't heard of it, couldn't see how it was possible, but…

Randi. I had to speak to Randi.

I rushed by the secretary's desk and burst out into the main hallway, my cock swinging before me I thought for a moment. Where would Randi be right now? Which class did she have? I bit my lit. Though we never dated, we remained friends. She was always complaining about…

Her history class taught by Miss Dannel.

I had that class last year. I broke into a sprint. I might be a swimmer, but I was in great shape. I could run and run if I had to. My lean legs stretched out before me, my small tits jiggling, my short hair swaying about my face.

I turned a corner, bare feet slapping down the linoleum hallway. I had a purpose. I would save the woman I loved from losing her job. I would protect her dream. I wouldn't be responsible for destroying her future. I pumped my arms. My legs raced faster.

I climbed the stairs, taking them two at a time. I round them, sweat bursting across my forehead. I gained the top, the high of exertion propelling me on as I darted to my right. My footsteps echoed down the hallway.

I found the class and burst inside.

Miss Dannel blinked as she stared at me. "Stacie?"

"Sorry, Miss Dannel," I said, not even out of breath. "I need my ten minutes for relief."

"What?" the confused teacher said. She sat down her dry erase marker on the whiteboard's metal lip.

"I need a volunteer to take care of my futa-cock in the hallway." My eyes fell on Randi Bjork. Her long, blonde hair fell about her shocked face. She blinked blue eyes at me, shifting in the tight sweater she wore. It was half unbuttoned, showing off the considerable bosom she had.

"Um… what?" Randi asked. "You know I'm not interested in you, Stacie."

"Please," I said, staring at her. "This is so important. It has to be you."

"Now, Stacie, you're not even in this class," the teacher said, gathering herself. "You have to ask relief in your own class. You can't come and disrupt mine."

"I'm sorry, but it has to be Randi."

The other students all buzzed. Girls whispered to each other, giving me looks. The futas were all nodding. They were younger than me, clearly impressed that I'd enjoyed the hot Spanish teacher and now was about to enjoy one of the bustiest girls in our school.

"Um, okay," Randi said. "I'm sorry, Miss Dannel, but she's in the Program. I have to help her."

"Fine, fine," the teacher said, shaking her head. "I need to talk to the principal about these rules."

"Thanks," I said as Randi stood up, her flirty skirt swirling about her thighs. She navigated through the desks, her thigh-high stockings whisking together. She dressed sexy for a girl who was too focused on debate to date.

I held the door open for her. She swept by. The moment the door was closed, she whirled around. "You know I'm not doing anything for you, right?"

"Of course," I said. I grabbed both her hands. "I'm desperate. I need help. An argument on why a teacher should be allowed to have sex with her student. Anything. Something that can help get Valeria out of trouble."

Her expression softened into pain. She squeezed her hands before her. "There isn't a way around the fact that she's a member of staff and had sex with you outside of a lesson or your practice. There's no twisting this into her favor. Not if the rumors are true."

"Please, I love her," I said. Saying those words to Randi only made the pain worse. "This is all my fault."

"She's the adult."

"I pushed it," I said, knowing it was a lie. We both pushed it. "There has to be something. Some argument I made. You're a debater. That's what you do."

"Yeah, with research and time to prepare." She took a deep breath. "Okay, I have thought about this topic. The Program comes up in debate all the time, actually. The ethics of it, how students are forced to go naked, to be used as props, the way the line is skirted, etc. So, here's the best I have. What is the Program about?"

"Um…" I frowned. "It's about getting us used to expressing our sexuality in the wake of so much sex being decriminalized."

"Yeah, so, if that's the goal, then you need to state that the while exploring your sexuality through the Program you discovered you enjoyed an older woman. If you were outside this school and Miss Castellano wasn't your coach or didn't teach Spanish here, it would be completely fine for you two to get buck-wild at the food court of the mall."

I grinned at her. "I'm not sure she's that sort of girl."

"Not the point. You were expressing your sexuality. You were reveling in it, and you found something important about yourself. That's what you have to argue."

"Good, I can do that," I said.

"Now, the problem is they're going to counter with the position of power argument. That's what the rule is all about."

"What's the counter to that?" I asked, eagerly.

"There isn't. She's your coach. She works at the school. They have to think about what that means. What if she made you have sex with her by threatening to cut you from the team."

"She didn't," I growled.

"That's not the point. The rule exists to keep Ms. Tyrell from promising girls parts in school plays to get some underage snatch." Randi shook her head. I'd heard rumors of Ms. Tyrell from my teammate Letizia who was playing Romea in the school's upcoming play. "That's why they have it."

"So how can I win."

"Prove to them that it's all about free will. There's a reason there's a panel making the decision. Sway them to your side. Make your argument sound better than the consequences. Make them realize that your decision. That it's not just fucking, but that it's love like you claim."

"Got you." I hugged her. She stiffened for a moment, then her arms went around me. "That means a lot to me."

"You're welcome," she said, her hands stroking my naked back. "Now, I have to get back to class."

"And I have to go save Valeria."

I broke away from Randi. I loved the way my friend smiled. There was such hope in her eyes. I could tell she was rooting for me. That was amazing. I whirled around and darted away. I raced down the hallway. My cock bobbed and swayed before me. I shuddered, my heart racing. I had hope. I was going to do it.

I practically leaped down to the landing in the middle of the stairs, turned the bend and raced down to the first floor. I flowed down the halls, focused on my goal. I would prove to the principal and the others that I love Valeria. That it wasn't a matter of her taking advantage of me. That they had to make an exception.

Just like they did for Mrs. Jordan and her daughter.

I reached the main office and burst in. The secretary gasped, "Stacie Ward?"

I darted past her desk and rushed toward the principal's office. I crashed through the door and exploded into the room. Everyone's eyes looked at me. Valeria whipped her head around, her mane of dark hair flowing like silk. Her eyes met mine.

"What do you think you're doing, Stacie Ward!" demanded the vice principal. She was on her feet in a flash, her temple pulsing.

"Indeed," Principal McTaggart asked, fixing me the frostiest stare I had ever seen from the futa.

I was undaunted. "I'm here to give my side of the story. To say what you're doing here is wrong. Valeria… Miss Castellano did nothing wrong."

"It doesn't matter if you initiated it or not," the guidance counselor said. She fixed her calm, hazel eyes on me, her glasses magnifying them.

"Does it matter that I love her?" I demanded. "That this wasn't some tawdry affair, but two souls finding each other?"

Valeria, still turned around to stare up at me, smiled. She appeared to come to life. Color returned to her pale-tan cheeks, darkening them to their golden hue. She straightened as I marched up to stand beside her, naked and unafraid. I put my hand on her shoulder.

"I love Valeria Castellano," I said. "Ruining her career isn't going to change that. Firing her from her job over love is a mistake I won't let you make."

"Love?" asked the vice principal. She folded her arms beneath her breasts, stretching her blue blouse over her tits. "By Miss Castellano's own admission, your relationship only began on Monday. Not even a full week."

"And?" I asked. "I know that I love her."

"Hormones," she snorted.

"Now, now," Ms. Rowbottom said. The African-American futa gave me a speculative look. "We can't be dismissive of Ms. Ward's emotions. I won't deny her if she says she loves Miss Castellano. After all, look at how dramatic of an entrance she just made."

"I love her, and I will keep seeing her even if you fire her," I declared.

Valeria's hand laid over mine her shoulder and squeezed.

"So it's pointless to fire her because that won't change our relationship," I said, glaring at them, especially the vice principal. She had her lips pursed, her dark fingers clasped tight.

"That doesn't change the fact that she's a member of staff. You can't have a relationship with her. We'll never know if it goes beyond that line," said the vice principal.

"We could modify the rules," Ms. Rowbottom said. "If the teacher and student signed paperwork and were upfront about their relationship, then we could monitor it. Make sure Miss Castellano wasn't abusing her position."

"That's a needless level of bureaucracy added to the situation," said the vice principal. "What do you say, Ash?"

The guidance counselor pushed up her glasses, her hazel eyes flicking from me to Valeria. "At this time, we don't have the needed infrastructure. Other schools have this rule for their Program. We're not being unduly harsh about it. It's not to punish Miss Castellano for finding love. She knew the rules. Knew the consequences. By her own admission, she initiated it."

"And I followed," I said, switching gears, "because she awakened something in my sexuality. And isn't that the point of the Program?"

"Screwing your teacher is part of your sexuality?" asked the vice principal, skepticism dripping from her words.

"Loving an older, sexy woman definitely is," I said, squeezing Miss Castellano's shoulder. "When she made her pass, it clicked in me. She didn't force me. She gave me an invitation that I accepted. Thanks to going naked, I learned something important about myself. Something I wouldn't have learned without doing it. This was important to my development. How can that be against the rules of the Program?"

"That is an interesting argument," said Ms. Rowbottom, a smile crossing her lips. I bet she'd heard Randi and the other students who took debate use this tactic. The futa-teacher gave me a speculative look as she leaned back. "Isn't that right, Ash?"

"True," the guidance counselor said. "We are here to encourage the students to be open about who they are. They don't have to hide what they desire. What kinks they might have or what sexual paraphernalia might attract them and that is legal for them to engage in."

"You can't be serious," said the vice principal. "They like to fuck each other, so that makes it okay to have one of our staff members so blatantly flaunt the rules? Birdie, you can't actually be thinking this."

"It is interesting," said the principal. She flicked her eyes to me. "But, Stacie, she's still in a position of power over you. Maybe you thought it was an invitation, but hormones can make you think things. What if you change your mind in a year and then sue the school for allowing someone in a position of power to remain after such a predatory action."

"Predatory?" I demanded even as Miss Castellano's shoulders flinched. "What we shared was consensual, not predatory."

"That's impossible to prove," said the principal. She sounded resigned. "That's why we have this rule. I think the rule letting teachers use students as part of their lessons is pushing the line as it is, but we can't let this action stand."

The vice principal nodded in agreement.

"No," I said. "That's not fair. You made me go naked so I could learn about myself, and I have. I have learned that I love Miss Castellano. You can't fire her over love. That's just wrong. How can you destroy her life over something so good?"

"Because there are rules," said the vice principal. "That is how life works. You don't just get to do what you want."

I shot my gaze to the principal. I stared at her with such intensity. She swallowed. There was a hesitancy there. Was it something that I could exploit. Was it something that I could use. What if I were to demonstrate just how much I loved Valeria.

It was bold.

I turned Valeria's chair as a silence descended on the room so that she faced me. I felt the panel staring at me as I took Valeria's hand, her skin a rich, golden-brown hue compared to my pale beige. I brought her fingers to my lips and kissed them. Her breath caught.

"I just want you to know how much I love you," I told her, drawing her to her feet. "I want them to know, too."

"How much?" she asked, her voice quivering.

I kissed her hard and pressed her towards the principal's desk. My Latina lover didn't fight me, her lips melting against mine. She was letting me take charge. Her hands cupped my breasts, fingering my small mounds as I pushed her down on to the desk.

"What are you doing?" demanded Vice Principal Massey.

I ignored her and kept kissing my sexy lover. My hands attacked Valeria's blouse. She wore a conservative one, high-neck, muted gray. Nothing flashy or sexy. My fingers worked the buttons fast while her fingers kneaded my firm breasts.

"This is… quite the demonstration," said Principal McTaggart, "but it's not going to change my mind."

I pulled open Valeria's blouse and broke the kiss. "You're going to see how much we love each other. I want you to make the decision knowing everything. That this isn't her taking advantage of me. That I'm not some weak pussy. I'm a futa who knows how to please her woman."

"Mmm, she does," Valeria moaned as I pushed off her blouse, her breasts constrained in a gray, sleek bra, lace trimmed around the edges. I leaned over to reach behind her and find the clasp.

The naughty woman sucked my nipple into her mouth.

My futa-dick throbbed as she nursed on my nub. Her tongue danced around it, caressing my areola. I groaned, my girl-cock twitching and throbbing. My fingers fumbled at her bra for a moment. I was usually better at this, but she had her mouth on my nub.

Then her hand found my futa-cock. She stroked up and down my girth, teasing me. My precum flowed, staining her fingers. I shuddered as she stroked me. I finally twisted the fastener and undid her bra while I felt the four other staff member watching.

"Are you really going to let hem do this?" asked the vice principal. "Here."

"Well…" The principal bet her lip.

"Stacie's in the Program," said the guidance counselor. "She's demonstrating something at school. I think this fall fully with thin the rules."

"And it's not because you love watching teenage futas having sex?" muttered the vice principal.

"Hush," the guidance counselor said, pushing up her glasses, her hazel eyes already glossy.

I groaned as Valeria kept sucking on my nipple and stroking my clit-dick. Her touch was exquisite. Her tongue darted around my nub while her hand caressed the most sensitive part: my crown. She swept over it again and again.

"Valeria," I moaned. "I'm supposed to be showing them how much I love you."

Her mouth popped off my nipple. "And I can't do the same?" She grinned. "Mmm, you're so sexy, mi linda. You have such a big cock. A thick rope. I love it."

She ducked her head down and engulfed my cock's tip. She sucked on it. My pussy clenched. My breast jiggled. I licked my lips, feeling everyone's eyes on me as she loved my clit-dick. Pleasure flowed down my cock to my pussy. My cunt clenched, growing hotter and hotter.

"Valeria," I groaned.

"Oh, wow, she's really going for it," Ms. Rowbottom said. "She's got some skill."

The principal nodded.

Even the vice principal was squirming, her dark eyes watching the teacher's bobbing head.

My hands slid through Valeria's wavy, brown hair. Her mouth sucked hard. Her tongue danced around my shaft. I groaned and licked my lips. I wanted to eat her pussy. To make her explode while she creamed my face.

We could do both.

I stepped back, pulling my cock from her. She straightened up, blinking at me. Her teardrop-shaped breasts swayed before her, nipples brown and hard. "Stacie?"

"Let's love each other," I said, stretching out on the floor. "Come on, get those panties off. I need to show off my skill at muff diving."

"Mmm, she can really hold her breath," said Valeria. The older woman slipped off the desk and unzipped her dark skirt. It fell down her golden thighs. Silk-gray panties clung to her hips and her plump pussy lips. I could see it hugging the curve of her rump as she hooked them. "I'm not afraid to show you all how much we love each other." She smiled at me. "I do love you, Stacie."

My heart beat faster. "I love you, too."

She stepped out of her panties, her pussy shaved like mine. Every swimmer shaved everywhere to reduce resistance. She looked so sexy, her pussy juicy. I licked my lips as she stepped over me. I stared up at that slit I loved. She lowered herself, bringing her twat right to my hungry lips.

She settled her pussy right on me.

"Stacie!" she gasped.

I groaned as she rubbed her hot snatch against my hungry lips. Her tangy juices soaked my lips. I thrust my tongue through her pussy folds. I licked and lapped at her. I teased her, made her whimper. She leaned over me, her hand grabbing my futa-dick. She stroked me. She pumped her hand up and down my cock.

It was such a treat.

Her breasts pressed into my stomach. I groaned at the feel of them. Her nipples rubbed into my skin, hard with her excitement. I groaned then gasped as she sucked my cock into her mouth. Her lips slid over the crown. She sealed tight about it. My entire body shook as she sucked.

She nursed with hunger on my girl-dick. She suckled and loved me, sending such heat surging through my body. I moaned into her pussy, licking and lapping through her petals. Chairs creaked. Clothing rustled. The four staff members watched our passion.

Our love.

Valeria's tongue darted around the sensitive crown of my cock, bringing me closer and closer to my eruption. My hands caressed her back and sides as my tongue fluttered through her folds. I lapped up her tangy juices. They coated my tongue. My lips. They ran over my cheeks and chin.

"My, they are enjoying themselves," said Ms. Rowbottom.

"Oh, yes," groaned the guidance counselor. "They're… I mean…"

"Uh-huh," croaked the prissy vice principal.

Their presence only spurred me on to lick with more hunger. I dug my tongue through Valeria's folds while my hand stroked her body. She moaned, sucking on my cock. She bobbed her head, her silky hair caressing my thighs.

Her fingers found my pussy.

"Valeria!" I moaned into her cunt as she stroked up and down my shaved pussy lips. She traced my labia wrapped around my thick clit-dick.

She sucked hard on my cock, sending pleasure down to my pussy. Her body wiggled on me while she played with my cunt. Her nipples and soft breasts rubbed into my stomach. Her skin felt like silk beneath my hands.

My orgasm built. It rose in my ovaries. That naughty pressure swelled and swelled as she kept sucking. Her fingers caressed at my slit, playing around by the entrance to my pussy. I jammed my tongue deep into her snatch, soaking in her tangy passion.

She thrust her fingers into my pussy.

That naughty woman.

She was incredible. She pumped her fingers in and out of my twat. She thrust them hard and deep. She nursed on my cock as she did it. The two different pleasure surged through me. I moaned and gasped as I snorkeled in her pussy.

I pressed my nose in her folds to suck on her clit. I breathed in her tangy passion as she moaned around my cock. The humming bliss shot down my twitching shaft to my juicy cunt. My pussy squeezed around her fingers pumping in and out of me.

Driving me closer and closer to that eruption. The pressure formed at the tip of my dick. I sucked hard on her clit. I nursed on her while her fingers bent inside of me. She caressed along the top of my snatch and brushed this spot.

My futa-cock jumped.

I had a G-spot. I didn't know futas had that.

My girl-cock erupted as the pleasure shot through me. She massaged that spot. I bucked and groaned. My body trembled. My toes curled. The pleasure shot through my body. A hot blast of jizz after hot blast of jizz burst from my clit-dick. My cum flooded her mouth while my pussy writhed around her fingers.

She sucked it down.

She gulped it while I bucked and moaned. Stars burst before my eyes. I nursed with all my might on her clit while my pussy spasmed around her digits. They attacked me. The rapture slammed into my mind, erupting from my girl-dick.

She swallowed it all.

All my cum.

Then she squealed and flooded my mouth with her pussy cream.

I drank down Valeria's tangy delight. As my orgasm peaked in me, I licked and lapped at her pussy. I gave her as much love as she gave me. I feasted on her as the pleasure radiated through my body. I felt the staff watching us, witnessing the passion we shared.

"Damn," muttered the guidance counselor. "They're both cumming."

"Yeah," groaned the vice principal.

"Oh, mi linda, you have such yummy cum," purred Valeria after popping her mouth off my dick. "You have another time in you?"

"Yes!" I groaned, feeling a second wind already sweeping through me. I was young. I could stay hard.

She purred in delight and rolled off of me. "Then come make love to me."

I grinned, licking my lip is as I sat up. My futa-dick thrust hard before me as I moved to my beautiful lover lying on her back. Her breasts rose and fell as I descended on her. I didn't care that my cum coated her lips.

I kissed her as I settled my body on her lithe form. My small breasts pressed into her plump tits. Her hand grasped my cock. She guided me to her pussy as I savored the salty kiss we shared. My heart beat faster. My nipples brushed hers.

Sparks burst through us.

She pressed the tip of my girl-cock into her pussy. I reveled at the feel of her juicy folds. She was tasting her tangy musk on my lips. I felt the entrance and thrust into the warmth of my lover's embrace. Her pussy hugged me tight, the silky bliss spilling over my cock.

I broke the kiss and stared in her eyes. There was only her now. Just us united in passion. Her limbs wrapped around me as our bodies rocked together. I pressed my forehead into her, lost in her hazel eyes.

"You have such beautiful eyes," moaned Valeria, her pussy squeezing around my thrusting cock. "I could just lose myself in them. You have a little green in your hazel."

"You have some gold," I moaned. My nose brushed hers. My dyed-purple hair fell about our faces, acting like a curtain. "Valeria, I love you so much."

"No matter what," she groaned her pussy clenching on me, "I do not regret what we did. You're special. I do love you. You're so passionate. You hold nothing back."

I grinned at her. People talked, but I ignored them. The others didn't matter. Not when I was in Valeria. Her pussy gripped my cock as I thrust harder, faster. Our bodies rocked together, her pussy caressing my dick. The stimulation felt incredible. Her flesh gripped me. She held me tight as I thrust harder and deeper into her pussy.

Her fingers scratched down my back as she purred in delight. Her breasts jiggled against my small mounds, moving against them and teasing my nipples. I shuddered at how wonderful that felt, my ovaries growing tighter and tighter.

Another load of cum brimmed in there for her.

I kissed her again, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She moaned, her hands finding my rump. She squeezed my ass, pulling me in tight. I thrust hard into her. Deep. I reamed her with powerful thrusts. I plowed into her.

My dick ached and throbbed in her cunt. Her pussy clenched around me, the friction is incredible. My heart beat faster and faster. Passion pumped through me as the pleasure flowed from my girl-dick. My pussy swelled with heat, my ovaries approaching their boil.

She broke the kiss and moaned. "Yes, yes, that's it! Ooh, my sexy Stacie. You are so amazing. ¡Madre de Diosa! You know how to love a woman."

"It's easy when they're as amazing as you, Valeria!"

Her eye shone with joy, the little flecks of gold dazzling. Her fingers bit into my rump, pulling me tight. Our nipples kissed as our bodies shuddered together. Flesh slapped flesh as I drove my girl-dick into the heaven of her pussy.

"Ooh, yes, yes, just like that," she moaned. "Ooh, that's it. Oh, Stacie. You're going to make me explode."

"Good!" I groaned. Her pussy squeezed around me. "I love you, Valeria. I want you to have all the pleasure you can handle. More. I want you screaming your head off all the way to heaven."

"What a wicked futa you are!" She laughed and kissed me hard. She thrust her tongue into my mouth.

I buried into her twat, and then she bucked. Her pussy spasmed around my girl-dick. Her hot flesh writhed, convulsing around my dick. The wonderful bliss of being in her while she orgasmed surged down my cock.

I hammered her cunt, giving her convulsing pussy all the bliss in the world. I wanted to stimulate her as her pussy spasmed around me. She massaged my cock, swelling and swelling the ache at the tip of her dick.

I broke the kiss and groaned. "See! All the pleasure and more!"

"Yes, yes!" she moaned. "Oh, Stacie, ram that girl-dick in me. Oh, yes, that's it. You're so good. Oh, I love you!"

"Love you!" I howled, her pussy driving me wild. I couldn't take much more of her spasming sheath.

"Cum in me! I love it when you spurt in me. It's the best part of my day the last week. I treasure you!"

I rammed into her and erupted. My cum fired out of my girl-dick. Pleasure slammed through my body. Stars exploded around her face twisting in rapture. Her fingers bit into my rump as her cunt massaged my erupting cock.

My pussy spasmed as I flooded her. The cum spurted from my ovaries and basted her pussy. Her silky heaven wrung me dry while the heady bliss slammed into my thoughts. The dual delights rushing from my cock and cunt had me trembling.

"Stacie!" she moaned.

"Valeria!" I gasped.

I kissed her hard. I thrust my tongue into her mouth as I loved her. I held onto her as I rode through my orgasm. We both bucked and trembled. Her pussy slowed around my cock as I went soft inside of her. Bliss pumped hot through my veins.

It was incredible.

When we came down from our high, we found the principal, vice principal, guidance counselor, and the teacher all huddled together behind the desk. They whispered back and forth. I trembled. They were discussing it.

I glanced at Valeria.

"You gave us a chance," she said, beaming at me with her flushed face.

No matter what, I would love her. I just didn't want to watch her dreams perish. I hoped I did enough.

Valeria dressed as the four staff members spoke in a whispered hush. My stomach twisted as I waited for the verdict on our fates. It was clear the vice principal wasn't swayed, but what about the principal? My stomach twisted.

"Can you still say no, Ladonna?" demanded Ms. Rowbottom, breaking away from their huddle. Her voice echoed, making my stomach lurch. "They are in love. I think that proves it. That was some of the most passionate sex I'd ever witnessed."

"Far better than the porn our A/V club is producing," said the guidance counselor. "I think we can redraft the rules. With some provisions."

"Some?" demanded the vice principal.

"The same restrictions we gave Molly and her daughter," said Ms. Rowbottom. "Nothing at school. It has to be conducted off campus. Once, of course, Stacie's time in the Program is up. She does have until the rest of the day."

"Birdie?" demanded the vice principal, her face dark as a thunderstorm.

I held my breath. Valeria took my hand, crushing it. My skin felt so tight. My heart labored to beat.

"That was passionate!" the principal exclaimed. The Irish futa bounced to her feet. "That's the love I showed my wife when we were young. I am sorry, Ladonna, but we cannot punish them for their love. This proves what a success the Program is!"

My heart leaped. I held Valeria, still buzzing from our orgasm. "You mean…?"

"I'm not fired?" Valeria asked, her voice tight.

"No," Principal McTaggart said. "We'll have the rules changed by the Monday. I am happy for you both. I hope your relationship works out because the sparks were flying. I think I need to find my wife and…" The futa trailed off. "Well, she's teaching right now. Ms. Ward, Miss Castellano, thank you for allowing us to conduct our inquiry. You two may return to wherever you're supposed to be."

"Thank you," Valeria choked. She clutched me tight. "Thank you, Birdie."

The principal smiled. "You're welcome, Valeria. And you, Ms. Ward, I see why you led our swim team to that stunning victory last night."

"I just give it my all," I declared.

The vice principal bustled out, shaking her head and muttering beneath her breath. I hoped I never ended up on the wrong side of her. I just had the second half of the school year to get to, and I would graduate either way.

Outside the office, Valeria threw her arms around me and kissed me with such passion. Her lips melted to mine. I saved the woman I loved's job. I held her so tight. I never wanted to let her go. I didn't have to.

I broke the kiss. "So… I'm still in the Program. Want to slip in the shower room?"

"Do you still have any left in the tank?" she asked.

I winked at her.

She laughed. "Madre de Diosa, you're going to be a handful, aren't you."

"Always," I said, clutching her hand. "I love you."

She beamed at me. The Program had changed my life. I loved it. I was so glad to have participated in it. And I was happy to change it. Maybe there were other students and teachers who could come into the open now.

Wouldn't that be magical?

To be continued in the next Naked in School Tale…