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215. FNIS Futa's Naked Temptation

Futa Naked In School–Futa's Naked Temptation Chapter One: Ginny Bares All

Futa Naked In School

Futa's Naked Temptation

Chapter One: Ginny Bares All

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, School, Public, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Interracial, Virgin

Description: Ginny is shocked to be selected to naked when her college embraces the Program.

Description: Ginny's desires for futas surges as she continues attending class naked.

Description: Ginny, reeling from the gangbang, tries to understand who she truly is.

Ginny Reynolds's Week, Monday

"They have to be announcing the start of the Program," my futa-girlfriend, Samantha, said, her arm around my shoulder.

"Try not to sound so excited," I muttered, my stomach churning as the students of Joanna Rogers High School flowed across the open grounds towards the gymnasium. "I bet you want to see one of those busty girls like Claire Nowell or Janice Simms I saw you drooling over."

"Ginny, don't sound like that," Samantha said, tightening her arm as she glanced down at my chest. "You don't have anything to feel ashamed of."

At fourteen, I thought I was blossoming well, my breasts nice and round. Maybe I'd be as busty as some of those other girls. My cheeks went pink as I felt her gaze. I squirmed in her arm, pressing against her. She had a jaunt to her step, her green eyes flashing. Her brown hair, cut into a cute bob, swayed as it framed her delicate face, her lips pink and kissable.

I enjoyed kissing those lips a lot.

"I bet Candice is eager to see some big boobs bouncing naked around the school," Samantha said, glancing past me to my best friend.

Candice, a nerdy futa, blushed to her blonde roots. Her pigtails swayed about her shoulders while her blue eyes darted away from me, her glasses shifting on her nose. She wore a high-necked dress, like usual, the hem falling down to her ankles. Some futas like to show off as much skin as girls. Samantha herself wore a tight, pink t-shirt that molded to her small breasts. Her lack of bra was evident, her nipples puckered high. She wore a style of jeans not unlike my own, though hers was cut different in the crotch to accommodate a clit-dick.

What would it be like to have a clit that thrust out from the folds of my pussy… I'd had only see naked futas in pictures in health text books. It seemed so strange to see familiar labia wrapped about the base of the thrusting cock.

"Stop teasing her," I told Samantha as we reached the gymnasium.

"Look, there's Denice," Samantha said, nodding to the busty blonde, her hair gathered in an elegant, French braid. She was standing at the entrance, handing out flyers. "She your type of girl?"

"Maybe she's your type of girl," I muttered, giving Samantha a look as she eyed the busty Junior, the sixteen-year-old girl's tits almost falling out of her halter top, a giggling smile on her lips.

"Won't you vote for me for Homecoming Queen," Denice said, thrusting a purple flyer out at my futa-girlfriend.

"Sure!" Samantha said, snatching up the flyer, a huge grin on her face.

I gave a snort of disgust and wiggled out of her arm, stalking off into the physical education building without her, glancing at Candice. She gave me a supportive smile. She was such a sweet futa. I had to find her a girlfriend. She didn't date at all in middle school, and now that we were in high school, I wanted to make sure that she found someone and poke out of her shell.

"Did she have nice tits?" I asked Candice, a sudden worry twisting through me.

Candice shrugged. "Maybe too big, I guess."

I made a note about that. Not a busty girl for Candice.

"Hey, wait, Ginny!" Samantha shouted, darting up. "You're not mad because I took a dumb flyer?"

I arched an eyebrow at my futa-girlfriend.

"Look!" She balled it up and threw it in the trash. "There. No more flyer. Okay. I'll vote for Umeko Himura instead."

I kept looking at her.

"I'll pen your name in for Homecoming Queen," she said, slipping her arm around my shoulder, her nipples hard against her top. "We should have a cute redhead for our queen this year."

A little flutter shot through me. "You better make sure I win."

Her smile slipped a bit. I couldn't help giggling.

We passed the locker rooms and neared the entrance to the gymnasium. A girl with sandy-blonde hair stood on a box. She was an older girl, another junior or senior, I think. It was the second week of school, I hardly knew my fellow freshman. She was dressed as conservatively as Candice, a white dress buttoned to her neckline, the sleeves long despite the warm, early September day.

"Do not stand up for the perversity of the Program," she said, a golden cross flashing about her neck. "If we refuse to strip naked and parade around the school, then it won't get a foothold here. If you are chose, pledge to the Purity Society that you want give in to their pressures. The Program only brings fornication and—"

"I like fornication," shouted Shelena.

I groaned, spotting the tall, African-American futa. She was a sophomore, the fifteen-year-old bitch thought she was goddess's gift to girls. She was in my PE class. I always felt her eyes roaming my body. She leered at all of us girls, especially the freshmen in the class.

"That's what you need, Lola," Shelena continued. "A nice, big, Black futa-dick to help you out!"

"See!" Lola shouted, her face going red. She stabbed her finger at Shelena. "This is what the Program does. Makes us think it is acceptable to say things like that! Boycott this perversity. Do not let it take root in our school." Her gaze swept around while a cadre of futas and girls, equally dressed like they were from the fifties or something, nodded their heads as they ringed her, holding their pamphlets. "Wear a purity bracelet, a pledge between you and goddess that you'll be free of sin."

Her eyes fell on me, blue and intense, burning with an unnatural fire. I shuddered, hanging against Samantha. She tightened her arm around me while my thoughts wondered what I would do if I was chosen. The Program wasn't… terrible. They did say no girl made it her whole week with her cherry intact and…

Would it be so bad to surrender my virginity to Samantha?

We flowed past Lola and her Purity Society while I kept my head ducked low, not wanting Shelena to see me. I swallowed as we found seats in the bleachers, about midway up. I sat between my futa-girlfriend and friend. Candice pulled out a book, a technical manual on some sort of video equipment. She was in the A/V club, of course.

The entire gymnasium buzzed as the student body of Rogers High School filled the stands. I swallowed, my heart racing. Was it truly the Program? I stared down at the center of the gymnasium where our school's principal, a fellow redhead like me, waited. Ms. McTaggart was a futa, though, standing tall before a portable podium with a mic facing the stands.

"Thank you, thank you for coming," she said with such energy. She had a bright-red blouse and black skirt, her legs clad by dark pantyhose. She clapped her hands together, almost bouncing like a schoolgirl than a futa in her forties. "This is a wonderful day for Rogers High. As you may all be wondering, yes, Rogers is enrolling in the Program!"

A ripple ran through the crowd. A strange… excitement swelled through me. I shifted in my seat, my hands rubbing at my jeans. My pussy grew… wet. I bit my lip, staring down by the president realizing I was about to see a naked futa for the first time.

"We'll be doing one student from each year," Ms. McTaggart continued, her voice full of peppy energy. "Two futas and two girls. Now isn't that exciting?"

A roar rippled through the crowd, many futas standing up, a few girls, too. I swallowed, my nipples pressing hard against my bra. I found my self playing with my fiery locks. My chest felt tight. There were five hundred students at our school. That meant I had less than a 1% chance of being chosen. But…

Did I want to be?

I swallowed.

"Now, for those who don't know, the Program is an amazing opportunity for you young people to get to know your bodies. In the wake of the Sexual Freedom Act decriminalizing public nudity and obscenity laws, incest laws, and lowered the age of consent to fourteen, the Program was established to help young people become comfortable with their bodies.

"For one week, those chosen to participate in the Program will have to attend classes naked, will have to use the opposite gender's facilities from restrooms to locker rooms, and is free to perform any sexual acts you consent to. At the beginning of any class, you have ten minutes to ask for 'satisfaction.' This can range from masturbation to asking for a volunteer to service you in a variety of fashion, even full penetration."

A bunch of futas cheered, and I swear Samantha wanted to as she shifted beside me. I hoed it was me she wanted to penetrate. My cheeks burned at that thought.

The principal waited for the cheering to die before continuing, "Further, teachers may use you in their lessons on topics of biology, sexual health, and any other creative uses they may come up with."

I swallowed, my entire body shivering. Sex in class… I glanced at Samantha, seeing the hungry grin on her face. She glanced at me. That gleam made me shiver. Did she want me in the Program? Did she picture us having sex before everyone?

"Students in the Program have to comply with any reasonable request. They can be groped and touched, they can be stimulated to orgasm so long as no penetration of any orifice occurs. They have to pose for pictures." She paused. "So… if you see a naked futa and want to stroke her cock until she cums, that's okay."

"Or finger a girl until she orgasms?" asked Shelena. Of course she would say that.

"So long as those fingers don't penetrate the girl's pussy," Principal McTaggart said. "Any one who violates these rules will be… punished. Harshly. We will brook no crossing of these lines. If you're in the Program and someone tries to penetrate you without your permission , whether futa or female, report to my office or a teacher immediately." Then her smile brightened. "Now that we have that out of the way, let's get stated. Our computer picked the names randomly from the student body." She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. "First up, the freshmen. Ginny Reynolds."

My jaw dropped.

"Yes!" hissed Samantha.

Candice gasped beside me, shooting me a concerned look.

"Come on down, Ginny," Principal McTaggart said, her green eyes sweeping over the crowd. "Don't be shy."

"Be pure!" Lola shouted from somewhere in the crowd.

My heart pounded so fast while I felt everyone staring at me as I stood up. I couldn't help myself. I was in a daze, stunned by what had happened. My hands were sweaty. I rubbed them on my jeans as I stumbled forward. I swallowed, my mouth dry. This couldn't be happening. It had to be a mistake. They couldn't have called my name.

Not me.

Other names were called as I slid myself through the crowd. I hardly noticed. I couldn't heart over my screaming heart. The tightness in my chest squeezed at me. I struggled to breathe as I squeezed by the students.

A hand grabbed my ass, squeezing.

A hot shiver ran through me. I would have to be groped a lot. Touched, caressed. I bit my lip, my fiery hair dancing about my shoulders. This felt like a nightmare. I had to be dreaming. I wished I was dreaming. And yet…

That heat burned inside of me. This strange… exhilaration surged through me, almost feeding on my fear. I reached the steps and stumble down them, my sneakers squeaking on the steps. Another hand grabbed my butt, squeezing me through jeans and panties.

"Damn, what a cute redhead," I heard a futa groan.

"Look at that ass," said another.

"She's cute."

"Freshman with freckles. Hot!"

"I hope she chooses me for satisfaction. I got nine inches with her name on it."

"More like three, Poise!"

I passed the second to last row and saw Shelena grinning at me. The Black futa's thick lips were spread wide. Her tight blouse molded to her large tits, her nipples hard. She winked at me as her hand slid down her body to her tight jeans, her cock bulged them, forming a tent bigger than any my futa-girlfriend had ever tented.

I swallowed as a giddy sort of ripple washed out of my pussy.

Then I was out at the stage and stumbling to Ms. McTaggart. The principal smiled at me and clapped her hands together. Her mouth moved, but her words rippled around me without me understanding them. My breath came so fast. My heart thundered in my chest. Heat flowed through me.

Her hands cupped my face, her green eyes staring into mine. I think they were the same hue as mine. "You have to get naked, Ginny." Then she kissed me right on the mouth. Not long or fast. But enough to send a wild thrill through me. "Okay?"

"Okay," I panted, my heart thundering.

I had to. It was the rule. With the entire school watching me. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I almost felt like a different person, like my mind had drifted from my body and I watched it move on its own. Fingers grabbed the hem of my blue blouse and pulled it up my body, exposing my pale skin. I was so fair, as white as you could come.

The cheers swelled. Everyone watched as the principal took my blouse from me, folding it up and putting it in a clear, plastic bag. I swallowed and then kicked off my sneakers. I went for my jeans next, still dazed.

This was really happening.

My head snapped around as I unzipped my jeans. I rolled them down my hips as I searched for something to anchor my spinning world. The heat burning in my pussy frightened me. My nipples ached. I licked my lips, searching for Samantha.

I found her sitting by Candice, both watching me. My best friend and my futa-girlfriend. I stared at them as I stepped out of my jeans, my toes curling in my pink, ruffled socks. I handed my jeans over to the principal. They vanished in the bag.

Others joined me. The other girl, a senior, and the two futas. I hardly noticed them, staring at Samantha and Candice. They would support me. Help me out. I would be groped and touched by anyone who wanted me, but I was still Samantha's.

I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I slipped it off my shoulders, my round breasts coming into view. They bounced and jiggled, my pink nipples hard, my areolas puffy and swollen. Samantha leaned forward, such a look of hunger in them. Even Candice was watching. She pushed up her glasses.

My fingers slid down to my cute panties. They had a heart on my rump and a little bit of lace around the waistband. A girl should feel like a woman beneath her clothing. That was what my mom always said. I hooked my thumbs in them.

This was really happening. I was really doing this.

I shoved them down.

The gymnasium burst into applause as my trimmed, fiery bush came into view. My cheeks burned. My virgin pussy clenched. I hoped no one could tell I was wet. That I had little beads of dew clinging to my hairs. I stepped out of my panties, straightened, part of me wanting to hide my body, to shrink and cower.

Another part of me… like the attention. All these futas, and more than a few girls, stared at me with such hunger. I could feel them eager to touch me. I found Samantha's eyes and… Candice stared with that same hunger. My friend lusted for me.

"That's my girlfriend!" Samantha whooped, her voice echoing across the stage.

The groping began almost at once. The moment the principal ended the ceremony, futas swarmed me. They came at me from all directions. Some had their cameras out. Others had their hands outstretched. Teal Constable, from my French and technical writing classes, grabbed my right breast with a bold grin on her lips, her green eyes flash. She thumbed my nub.

Another futa shoved her hand between my thighs. I gasped as she rubbed right across my virgin lips, shouting, "She's dripping wet! What a slut!"

My cheeks burned even as a wave of pleasure shot through me.

"Look at these nipples," groaned Teal groping my tit. "They're so cute and puffy."

"Can I suck on one," a futa that had to be a senior asked, her brown eyes glassy. "Please."

"No!" I gasped.

But I couldn't stop her from playing with the other nub, massaging it. pleasure shot through my body. It was nothing like masturbating or even when Samantha rubbed my tits while we made out. She always did it through my blouse. Now… now there was nothing stopping the contact. The fingers rubbing at my pussy made my snatch melt. My juices flowed. A tangy musk filled the air.

"Grope my cock!" groaned another futa, grabbing my hand and shoving it into her skirt. I felt her bulge through there.

I had to squeeze it. That was the rules. It wasn't penetration. I felt her girth through her dress and panties, my cheeks burning. I'd never done this for Samantha, and now… I was touching a strange futa's clit-dick.

"She feels even hotter," the futa rubbing my cunt said. "And she's got a cherry. Damn. Someone's going to be lucky."

"Can it be me, Ginny," Teal asked, her green shining with lust. "Please, please, I'll make it good for you. You'll cum hard."

"No!" I gasped. "Only Samantha can have that."

"That's right, moldy cunt!" snarled Samantha. She pressed through the crowd and threw her arm around my shoulder. "Get back, Teal. This is my girl!"

"It's the Program!" a futa objected. "We can touch her."

"But only I get to fuck her!" Samantha said, sounding like she owned me. "This is my pussy!"

I gasped as her hand that was around my waist reached around me, following the descending V of my hip, and reached my bush. She slid through my silky hairs and touched my pussy. My clit. Sparks flared through me as she cupped my vulva and massaged my labia.

Pleasure crashed through me. All the touching was too much for me. I threw back my head and screamed out in rapture. Samantha's fingers stimulated my little clit, making it ache and throb. My eyes fluttered. The pleasure rippled over me. Stars washed across my vision.

"She's cumming!" a futa moaned.

"What a slut!" Teal gasped. "You set her off, Samantha!"

"Nice!"

"Course I did," Samantha said, stroking my clit while my knees trembled. Juices gushed out of me, pouring hot down my thighs. "She's my girl. I know how to get her off."

I clung to Samantha, my pussy convulsing, as she pulled me through the crowd. I moaned and panted, pleasure washing through me again and again. My bare feet slapped on the linoleum. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. It was so much. The room spun around me.

"Samantha!" I moaned.

"That's right," she said, grinning at me, her brown hair framing her flushed face. "You're mine, Ginny. I won't let them molest you. I'll make your pussy cum. You need it, come to me."

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned.

Then Candice was there, opening the door that led out of the gym, giving me a supportive smile. She kept her hands to herself as Samantha hurried me out of the gym, leaving the crowds to swarm the senior girl and the two futas.

I was just grateful I had Samantha and Candice. My nerdy friend blocked the door, giving Samantha a head start to get us to our history class we shared together. I buzzed from the thrill of it.

I came so fast. So hard.

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My first day passed in a surreal blur. I was groped all the time, my pussy kept on the edge. I was tempted to ask for satisfaction, but I didn't. I was horny. Eager to get home and masturbate myself to a fiery delight.

Or to let Samantha do things to me.

She couldn't keep her hands off of me. She had open invitation to grope my naked body. To finally enjoy all the things I kept from her this long. She squeezed my breasts, kneaded my ass, and felt up my pussy. She licked my juices off her fingers, grinning at me.

"When you're ready," she whispered as she led me to the principal's office to get my clothing, "I'll take your cherry. I don't care how many people are watching or… You could come over to my house."

"I have homework," I told her, squirming. Was I ready to give her that last delight. The way she spoke… "I don't need to do that."

"Yet," she said, squeezing my naked ass, her eyes watching my round breasts sway. "Yet. At the very least, ask for satisfaction, and I'll eat your pussy. Maybe you can suck my cock, too."

"Maybe," I promised. I kissed her and headed into the principal's office.

I got my clothes back and the principal also handed me a purple sash that said "Rogers High School Program" in gold letters. "If you wear that, no one will give you a hassle if you go naked. You might even get discounts at stores. Things are changing. Nudity is allowed. You're so lucky to get to enjoy it."

I bit my lip and shook my head. I dressed. I'd leave that to a more adventurous girl even as my pussy itched for me to give it a try. I was feverish with passion. I ached so much. I shivered and emerged dressed to find Candice waiting.

"Where's Samantha?" I asked.

Candice shrugged. "Are we still working on that project today?"

"Right," I said, biting my lip. I so needed to masturbate. "Do you mind if we…?"

"It's fine," she said, smiling. "I get it. Today must have been a lot." She gave me a quick, fleeting hug. "See you tomorrow."

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Tuesday

Arriving at school for the second day was when reality hit me. Yesterday passed in such a daze of shock and teasing pleasure that I truly didn't process what it meant to go naked through the school. I was turned on all day. A ball of lust compelling me to masturbate for an hour when I got home last night.

I rubbed my poor pussy raw.

My fourteen-year-old body shook and shuddered. I licked my lips, my heart racing as I stared at the door. Samantha squeezed my hand, my futa-girlfriend's delicate face gave me a supportive smile as we approached Principal McTaggart standing at the door, beaming.

"Good morning, Ginny!" she said, holding the plastic bag in her hand, rustling it. "Shall we?"

My cheeks burned and I nodded. Futas lingered around, all with their phones out. They were like a pack of wolves, all hungry and salivating to feast on me. I shivered, a strange heat rippling through my body, flowing from my pussy.

"All right, babe," Samantha said, rubbing her hands together, her eyes as hungry as the other futas. "I love seeing you naked. You're so cute."

"Samantha," I groaned, my body shivering.

"I hope you ask for relief in our English class," she continued. "I'll take care of you. I promise."

I bit my lip. Everyone was staring at me. I had to go naked. My heart pounded faster and faster. My chest crushed down on my lungs. I couldn't breathe. My blouse felt so tight around me, my hips wiggling. I was on fire. I was terrified. I was horny. Scared. Excited. Anxious. I was so many emotions.

"It'll be okay," Candice said, her hand resting on my shoulder. Giving me a squeeze. "Okay."

I glanced at my nerdy friend, the futa's blonde pigtails swaying about her face. Her blue eyes were soft behind her glasses. She had a supportive smile on her lips. I stared into her eyes for a moment and nodded my head. I slipped off my sandals, I didn't bother with socks today.

"She's taking it off!" Samantha whooped, a big grin on her face.

"Samantha!" I groaned, my cheeks burning as I unbuttoned my blouse.

She grinned at me as she sidled close and then she tugged down my skirt, kneeling before me. I shuddered as she knelt there, her brown hair framing her cute face. I trembled as she exposed my lilac panties, a purple bow right over my pubic mound. I whimpered as I kept unbuttoning my blouse. Another wave of heat shot through my body. These excited, scared ripples made me tremble. This was so naughty. I couldn't believe this was happening. It was so wild. My head was dizzy from the passion surging through me.

I stepped out of my skirt then shrugged out of my blouse, my bra matching my panties. Samantha stared up at me with hunger. Phones flashed and strobed around me. They clicked as the watching futas witnessed my underwear, immortalizing this moment in digital bytes.

"You know she wore those cute panties to be seen by us," a futa groaned. "She's such a slut."

"I know. I can't wait for her to become a true whore and just start fucking everyone. You know that's what happens to girls in the Program."

"That's not happening!" Samantha snarled, bouncing to her feet. Her face was red. "My girlfriend isn't a whore. She's not fucking anyone but me!"

"Yeah!" I said, blinking at the intensity in Samantha's words as she trembled there, her cock tenting her jeans. "I'm her girlfriend."

"We'll see," laughed Xanth, a Hispanic futa from my health class. "We'll see."

Samantha hissed then whirled around and fell to her knees again. She ripped down my panties hard, exposing my fiery bush. She leaned forward and, to my surprise, kissed my pussy right on the clit. It didn't violate the rules of the Program. Not so long as she didn't suck or use her tongue. I gasped as the shock ran through my body, rippling through me.

"This is my pussy," Samantha moaned, her eyes staring up at me with such intensity that…

It surprised me. I felt like an object, even more than from the futas staring at me with such lust in their eyes as they took pictures of me. I shuddered, staring down at my futa-girlfriend. She bolted to her feet, holding my panties up for all to see. Then she shoved them in her skirt pocket and marched inside.

I shivered and unhooked my bra. The moment I handed it over to the principal, the futas descended on me. "Enjoy," Ms. McTaggart said. "This is your moment to let your body be free. To own it, Ginny. Own your sexuality."

Then there were hands touching me from every direction. A flurry of sensations shot through me. Fingers rubbed at my stomach, my breasts, my nipples. They stroked my virginal pussy lips and stroked through my pubic hair. They touched me everywhere. My skin was on fire. I gasped, my fear swallowed up by the lust surging through my body.

I swayed, moaned. The world spun around me. Their fingers drove me wild. Their requests all blurred together. I couldn't process what was going on. My body trembled. I moaned, whimpered. My eyes squeezed shut as spots burst across before my vision.

"I… I…" I moaned, my body responding. My body was alive, a collection of sexual stimuli. My juices flowed. My nipples throbbed. Fingers pinched my nubs and stroked my puffy areolas. "Oh, Goddess!"

Fingers rubbed at my pussy lips, brushed my clit. I gasped, my eyes fluttering. The world spun around me. I would have fallen over except the press of futas around me was so much. My hands brushed their bodies, jeans and skirts. Their breasts brushed my naked arms. I felt their nipples through their blouses and t-shirts.

My knees trembled. I groaned and…

Candice appeared before me. She snagged me and pulled me out of the den, shouting, "She has to get to class! Come on, out of the way. Let her go. We all have to get to class. The warning bell just rang."

Candice pulled me free. I shuddered, clutching her hand, juices pouring down my thighs. I panted and groaned. My eyes fluttered. I groaned as she clutched my hand and led me into the hallway, my bare feet slapping on the floor.

I panted, coming down from the pleasure coursing through my veins. I was on fire. My entire body trembled. I sucked in deep breaths as she led me deeper and deeper into the hallway. I clutched her hand as si stumbled behind her.

"Thanks," I said as we hurried past other students who were melting into classrooms.

"You're welcome," she said, flashing me a grin, her torso turning. I couldn't help but notice the bulge in the front of her conservative skirt. "We're almost there."

I nodded, panting.

We reached our math class taught by Miss Adair, a mousy woman who stood quietly at the classroom door. Her brown eyes flicked up to me. She pursed her lips as I felt her eyes on my naked, round breasts.

"Ginny, do you need satisfaction?" she asked me.

I felt everyone in the classroom sitting at their desks straightened, futas and girls. They all had an eager look, even the girls. It was like the girls had… permission to enjoy something we weren't supposed to enjoy: live porn. I would be putting on a show for them, acting like a slut like those futas out front thought of me. I was horny, but…

I could control myself.

"No thank you, Miss Adair," I told my math teacher.

"Then sit down and let's get started," she said and turned around to the blackboard covered in math equations.

My passions simmered through my class, almost entirely gone by my math class finished. But then I had to run the gauntlet to my next class, getting stroked and groped, getting caressed and teased. My vulva grew swollen again, my nipples hard. Juices stained my thighs, my tangy musk filled my nose the entire time.

Slowly, though, my passions dwindled and dwindled until it was time for my second class. PE. I hurried through the halls. Or tired to. Futas stopped to have me pose in sexy ways. It was… fun. I felt so desired. Beautiful. They all wanted me, lusted for me. It gave me… confidence. It was surprising to experience. I didn't know I could feel… good about myself by baring it all. I was showing off my fourteen-year-old body for all to see.

I cupped my breasts. I bent over and showed my ass and pussy off. I even parted my folds to show off my cherry. The futas cheered me on. I smiled, feeling amazing. I was in the process of posing for a pair of nerdy futas from the A/V club when Samantha saw me.

She glowered and stalked forward. "Hey, cut that out! She needs to get to class."

Their cameras flashed and they groaned as Samantha photobomed them, stepping up between me and the cameras. The nerdy futas scowled, their hair swaying about their plain faces, then they scurried off, skirts swishing. Samantha shook her head.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine," I said.

She glanced at my thighs. "You're going to need satisfaction, right?" She grinned at me. "I'll be ready. History class. Just make it through PE, and I'll make you explode."

"I will," I told her. I… I would need it. I was so horny. I didn't know how much more I could take.

She hugged and kissed me, her lips hot. My nipples throbbed against her small tits, separated by her t-shirt. Her nipples were hard pebbles that brushed mine, sending tingles down to my pussy. I groaned, part of me wanting to hump her right now.

I could lose my cherry to her. That was how horny I was.

I broke away and said, "I'll be late. I got to go!"

She nodded.

I rushed to my PE class. I didn't have to change save for putting on my PE shoes. Which were in the girl's locker room still. Today, I would transfer my clothing to the futas'. I darted in there, pulled those and my gym socks on, the locker room already empty of girls. I then raced to the gymnasium and—

"There she is," Shelena said, the Black futa standing tall in a pair of purple bloomers that molded to her large cock, her ebony legs smooth and long. Her tank top cupped her large tits. She had such a hungry grin on her face. "Looking just fine today, Ginny. Love that red bush. You're just soaked."

My face went scarlet. The way she looked at me was so bold. Confident. I shivered as my sneakers squeaked on the gym floor. My heart pounded. I wanted to look away. I felt Candice nearby, wearing similar purple bloomers. She hovered on my peripheral, but Shelena had my gaze caught.

She sauntered to me and cupped my breast, her ebony fingers squeezing my ivory tit. "Need satisfaction. I'll give you the bliss that your little limp-dick futa-girlfriend's never gave you."

"I… I…"

I could ask for satisfaction. My pussy burned. Posing for all those futas was so exciting but… but… Samantha. I was her girlfriend. She… she… thought she owned me. I swallowed. My heart screamed in my chest.

"Well, Ginny," asked Coach Miller, a woman dressed in purple bloomers and tank top like everyone but me wore, "do you need satisfaction?"

"It's okay if you do," Candice said, her voice soft. "Or if you don't."

I glanced at her. She smiled at me and pushed her glasses up.

Shelena squeezed my tit hard and hissed, "Buzz off, pencil-dick."

Anger flared through me. "I don't need satisfaction, Coach! I'm fine!"

Shelena glanced back at my tits. Her dark thumb rubbed across my pink nipple and puffy areola. A ripple surged through me. My cunt clenched hard. Heat shot through me. I wanted satisfaction. My body needed it.

"Never from you," I hissed.

The coach blew her whistle. "Stretches! Shelena, you can grope Ginny later."

Shelena purred, "Oh, I will."

I shivered as she darted away. She was so sexy and yet so nasty. I hated her and hated my body for even enjoying a smidgen of her touching. I whirled around, my pussy dripping more juices down my thighs as I began stretching my body, my breasts swaying and…

Every futa was behind me. I could feel them all staring at my ass and pussy as I bent over. I felt so exposed to them, my virginity on display to their hungry eyes. As I reached for my toes, I saw them through my legs all half-assing their stretches to ogle me. Especially Shelena. I saw a bead of my cream running down my thigh, proving how much this excited me. My red bush was soaked to a dark crimson.

"Just ignore them," Candice said beside me. "You're beautiful. They like looking at you. But they can't do more than that right now."

I glanced at her. She wasn't ogling me but reaching for her toes, her round breasts swaying in her tank top, her glasses slipping on her nose. I shuddered at how… reasonable she sounded. I swallowed and nodded.

"Thanks."

She nodded her head.

Unlike my first two classes, I didn't get to cool down in PE. Not with my tits bouncing as we ran around the inside of the gym. The futas all followed behind me, led by Shelena. All except Candice. She jogged in front of me with the other girls forming a pack at the lead, all of them bunched together, whispering.

I knew who they were whispering about.

My breasts ached. I pressed them to my chest to keep them from bouncing, missing my sports bra. My legs burned from the run, my body sweaty. My pale, freckled skin gleamed beneath the lights as we broke off into teams to play volleyball. Coach Miller loved volleyball.

Well, she did coach our school's team.

Shelena managed to get herself on my opposing team. She grinned as she kept knocking the ball at me, forcing me to move, to make my tits heave for her amusement. I couldn't help but notice her cock tenting the front of her shorts. She was hung, bigger than the other futas in the class. Than my futa-girlfriend. She kept licking her thick lips and squeezing her own tits while arching her eyebrows.

My nipples throbbed.

Why did she have to be so sexy?

Finally, it was time to hit the showers. I swallowed and forced myself to scurry into the futas' locker room. It was much the same as the girls, the lockers the same faded, blue-green. I found an empty one and put my shoes and socks in it, slapping my padlock on it. Then I rushed to the locker. I couldn't even wrap myself up in a towel.

The showers had stalls but were open from the outside. Metal dividers gave me some sense of privacy, however, as I took the far one and turned on the water. There was liquid soap provided, sitting on a shelf. I squeezed out a pump and lathered my hands.

"Mmm, I am looking forward to being washed by those hands," Shelena said.

I squeaked and whirled around. The Black futa stood naked there, her breasts big and soft, topped by fat, dark brown nipples. Her cock thrust from the shaved folds of her pussy, the pink labia contrasting with her ebony skin. Her dick throbbed and pulsed before her. It was so huge, an dark shaft reaching for my stomach.

"I… I…" I stammered, a wave of lust shooting through me. We were so alone in here. I backed into the spray, the warm water soaking my hair, matting it to my head.

"It's a reasonable request," she said. "Me washing you. You washing me. You can't refuse. Unless…" She arched her eyebrows. "…you want to get in trouble."

I swallowed, my hands trembling. She was so right. I shuddered and, my hands coated in sudsy lather, reached for her shoulders. I touched her silky skin. She was sleek and hot as I washed down to her arms, her muscles toned from playing football. She wasn't ripped like a futa-bodybuilder, but still had feminine softness to her.

A lithe sleekness that made my mouth dry.

I wanted to wash her quickly. I worked up and down her arms then attacked her sides, soaping her ebony skin while her breasts swayed. She reached past me to lather up her own hands. She coated them in her suds and went straight for my tits.

I gasped at the contact of her hands on my breasts. She engulfed my round mounds, squeezing them, her palms massaging my puffy nipples. Electricity shot down to my hot pussy. My body shuddered. My hands squeezed her sides as she soaped my boobs.

"Don't forget mine," she said. "Futas need their nipples washed, too."

I whimpered and slid my hands up her body. She was taller than me, her breasts almost at my eye level. My hands reached them. I cupped them, touching a futa's tits for the first time. They were softer than my own. Hers were pillowy. I groaned as I kneaded them, smearing the bubbly lather across her dark flesh. She smiled, her fingers roaming my own tits.

We washed each other, our eyes locked. This magnetic heat rippled through me. My feet inched me a little closer to her. The tip of her cock nudged into my belly. I groaned at the heat of it, my hands digging into her tits.

"Mmm, yes, let's get each other squeaky clean," she purred, her eyes so dark, almost swallowing me up. Her thumbs circled my nipples, pressing on them. Every stroke shivered my body.

My thumbs found her fatter nubs. I coated them in suds, played with them. She purred, her hips wiggling from side to side. My pussy's ache swelled. My virgin depths ached to be penetrated. My heart screamed in my chest as foggy lust bathed my mind.

I couldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be doing this. I was Samantha's girlfriend. I… I loved her. And… and…

"Now there are other places that need washing," Shelena purred, her voice a rich, throaty contralto, so full of her feminine desire.

"Okay," I moaned, swallowing. I had to do this. For the Program. It was only cheating if we had sex. And I wouldn't.

Right?

Our hands moved together, sliding down the other's torso. Her fingers were surprisingly gentle as they stroked across my stomach. Hers was flat and toned while mine felt soft. Then I was washing at her pubic mound while she stroked through my soaked bush. Water cascaded down my back and over my shoulders, caressing me, exciting me almost as much as her fingers.

My toes curled. I whimpered.

I grasped her futa-cock.

She cupped my pussy.

We washed each other. I bit my lip, stroking up and down her futa-shaft, coating it in suds while such delight rippled through me. She touched my pussy lips just right. She wasn't fumbling like futas who groped me throughout the day. She had rubbed a girl's snatch before. She touched my labia just so, teasing me. My toes curled. A tremble raced through me as she caressed up to my clit.

My hand squeezed on her dick as she massaged my bud.

I whimpered and groaned. Pleasure surged through me. I stroked her cock faster and faster. It pulsed and throbbed in my hand. It was so hot and hard, and yet had a softness to it. A strange contradiction of sensations. Her crown was spongy.

She moaned when I brushed it.

"That's it," she said, leaning her head closer. "Mmm, we're just washing each other, aren't we?"

"Yes," I moaned, breathy. If this kept up, up I would cum.

She kept stroking my clit, rubbing it slow circles as she loomed over me. Her head lowered to mine. I gasped, pressing back into the shower knobs. I couldn't move any farther back. She pressed forward, her tits brushing above mine, her nipples hard. Her cock's tip rubbed harder into my stomach.

"Let me wash your pussy with something else," she whispered, her lips inches from mine, about to claim them. I quivered there.

"What?" I gasped, so confused. I couldn't think. My heart pumped heat through my body. To my mind. My brain boiled.

Her hand pulled away from my clit to grasp her own futa-cock above my stroking hand. She moved her cock with skill. She pressed it through my bush to my pussy lips. She caressed my clit, sliding up against it, brushing my hot folds.

She pressed on my virginity.

A sudden panic shot through me. As her lips came in to claim mine, I gasped, "No, no, you can't do that! You can't penetrate me! That goes against the rules."

"Mmm, it's okay," she purred, sliding her thick cock's tip against the folds of my pussy. It felt so amazing. My cunt clenched deep inside of me, aching to be touched there. To finally be caressed. "You're going to love it."

"I have a futa-girlfriend."

"It's your Program week," she said. "You don't have a futa-girlfriend."

"I'm a virgin," I gasped as she pressed against my cherry again. My membrane stretched. "Please, stop."

"All girls turn into sluts in the Program," she said. "Just surrender into it. It'll be over fast. A prick of pain then you'll be screaming your head off on my cock. You'll love it."

"I… I…" The panic swelled. I didn't want to lose my virginity to Shelena. I was so confused .This all felt so amazing. Her cock pressed on me, but… but… My first time should be with someone I cared with. "Stop! I said stop! You don't have my permission! This goes against the rules."

"Mmm, you won't care once I penetrate you."

"I'll tell!" she gasped. "You'll be in so much trouble."

"It'll be my word against yours." Her grin grew. "Everyone will think you're just saying that to hide the fact you were my slut. It's okay. I'll tell everyone you tried to be a good girl, but… It's the Program. Your little futa-girlfriend will understand."

"Please," I whimpered, so close to surrendering. My body was on fire. The Program meant I could be naughty. Everyone knew girls were sluts during their weeks. It was my out. I could allow this big, Black futa-cock to slide into me and… "No! I don't want you to be my first! Stop!"

"Make me," she said and kissed me.

"I'll make you!" a voice rang out.

Shelena broke the kiss and whirled around.

To my shock, a naked Candice stood there, her glasses off, her pigtails undone and loose, the bottoms wet from her shower. Her body was dripping, her breasts round, nipples dusky. She had a trimmed, golden bush and a hard futa-cock thrusting from her. She was…

Hung.

"You can't force her!" Candice said, her phone held in her trembling arms. Her face was quivering, twisted, pale with fear. But she stood her ground, back straight.

"You're gonna stop me, you little shit-gobbler?" growled Shelena, her big tits swaying as she whirled from me and advanced on my friend.

Candice didn't retreat. She kept her phone up. "I recorded her denial, and you saying you'll force her then lie about it. All on here."

"And when I take that phone and smash it?" she asked.

Candice pressed the big off button. "It's saved to the cloud. And now my phone's locked. No getting in without my code."

"I can just beat it out of you," Shelena said, fists flexing.

Candice steeled herself. I shuddered, watching her standing a head shorter, so slender, a willow before a pissed off oak. "Yes, you can. But I won't give it up. Y-you're a bully and… and…"

"Something going on?" Coach Miller asked, her voice tight.

"Naw, coach," Shelena said, relaxing. "Just enjoying my reasonable request. I'm done… For today."

"For the week," Candice said, her voice so strong. I couldn't believe the transformation.

Shelena snorted, then she stalked off, her hard cock and big boobs bouncing before her.

I trembled, clutching the shower divide beneath the shower, heat rushing through me. My heart pounded so hard. My body quivered as Candice sat down her phone on the nearby bench and rushed to the shower divide.

"Are you okay?" Candice asked, staring me in the eyes. "Did she hurt you, Ginny?"

I didn't even think. I just acted.

I threw my arms around Candice's neck, pulled my friend to me, and kissed her hot on the mouth. It was so brave what she did. So hot. She stood up to that big bully. My nerdy futa faced down Shelena without running away. She protected me.

Candice gasped into my mouth as I kissed her hard, pressing my body against hers. Her round breasts pressed into mine, our nipples brushing. Tingles raced down to my hot pussy as her futa-dick throbbed between our wet bellies.

Her shaft burned against my skin. I groaned, my body humping against hers while my lips nibbled and kissed her hard. Hers didn't move. She let out a growing moan, something rising deep within her. Then her arms went around me, grabbing my rump. She kissed me back, thrusting her tongue into my mouth.

We made out with a hunger I'd never felt. Candice felt so bold. So strong. She was my futa-heroine. I clung to her. I gasped as she pressed me into the shower divider, the metal cool on my hot skin. The water splashed both our sides as we kissed. Her futa-dick throbbed between us.

I didn't hesitate.

I reached between our bodies and grasped her futa-cock. I gripped the throbbing shaft in my hand. It pulsed with her heartbeat. She groaned into the kiss as I worked it down between our tight bodies. She pulled back just enough to let her spongy crown brush my stomach. My pubic mound.

My fiery bush.

Then I was rubbing her against my pussy. I slid her cock up and down what Shelena tried to take from me. I gave it to my friend. I pressed the tip of Candice's clit-dick right against my hymen. She gasped in the kiss, breaking it.

"You're sure?" she asked, her blue eyes glassy.

"Yes!" I moaned without any hesitation.

My futa-friend thrust her girl-cock forward. She pressed on my hymen. My maidenhead stretched and stretched. I gasped as the pain flared for a moment. And then my cherry popped with a stab of heat. Her cock slid halfway into my pussy, stretching me open. A wave of soothing bliss popped through me.

I pulled her in for a kiss as she slid her girl-dick home in me. We'd been friends since elementary school. We'd grown up together. I never saw her as a futa. Not really. She was just Candice. Shy and sweet, smart and dorky.

Now she was in me. Stretching out my cunt. The first futa to ever be inside of me. She felt amazing. I welcomed her in, moaning into her lips as she filled me up. Her pussy lips, wrapped about the base of her shaft, pressed into my labia.

I loved it.

Craved it.

For a moment, she didn't move. She just kissed me with such a hunger. She trembled against me. Then she drew back her dick. I gasped into her lips, my snatch clinging to her shaft. The friction was incredible. It stroked my inner depths. Heat washed through me as she thrust back into me, my toes curling.

I hooked my right leg about her left, clinging to her as she drove her cock into my pussy over and over. She picked up speed, pounding me. Her pussy lips slapped into my clit. My labia drank in the impact, adding to the delight of her cock darting into me.

"Ginny!" she moaned, breaking our kiss to stare into my eyes. "Oh, wow, Ginny… I… I… This is amazing."

"I know!" I gasped. "Ooh, Candice, yes, yes!" I hoped Shelena heard me. I kissed Candice hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth.

She gave me such bliss.

Every stoke of her futa-dick into my pussy swelled my orgasm. It built fast and hot in me. Heat swept through my body. This wonderful, dizzying, delicious burst of bliss that shot through me. My cunt clenched around her girl-cock. I undulated my hips, loving how she plunged into me over and over. She buried into me deep and hard again and again.

My nipples throbbed against her wet nubs. They kissed, sending sparks to shower on my growing orgasm. My entire body trembled. I kissed her with such passion as I came closer and closer to that aching explosion.

I needed to cum.

"Candice!" I gasped, breaking the kiss and staring into her blue eyes. "I'm… I'm… Yes!"

I came on her girl-dick.

My pussy writhed about her cock burying into my snatch. She plunged so hard, caressing my convulsing flesh and sending wave after wave of pleasure sweeping through my body. It was incredible. The ecstasy washed through my mind, drowning my thoughts.

My vision blackened for a moment. I gripped Candice hard, my cunt convulsing about her thick futa-dick, while stars exploded across my vision. I bucked and moaned. Her plunging cock kept my orgasm alive.

It was incredible.

More powerful than any I had.

More immediate.

I felt it so deep inside of me. Her cock this hot slab burying into my depths and sending more bliss shooting through me. I clung so tight to her. I howled out my pleasure as she moaned and gasped. Her breasts rubbed on mine.

"Candice!" she moaned, her face contorting in bliss.

"Yes, yes, yes, cum!" I howled, so lost to this bliss. "Cum in me!"

She groaned, kissed me, and buried to the hilt in me.

Something hot spurted into me as she grunted into my lips. I trembled, another orgasmic rush rippling through me. Her cum flooded my pussy. She pumped blast after blast of her girl-jizz into my deflowered depths.

It felt so hot. So wonderful. So delicious. I clung to her, kissing her as my orgasm peaked in me. My pussy wrung her cock dry. She clutched me tight, pinning me to the shower stall. The water pelted my side as my pussy's spasming slowed.

Stopped.

I just made love for the first time, and it wasn't with Samantha.

What had I just done? Did the Program truly turn me into a slut? My body felt so amazing, but the guilt nibbled on the edges. What would happen if Samantha found about and…

I had to see her in my next class.

To be continued…

Futa Naked In School–Futa's Naked Temptation Chapter Two: Ginny's Naughty Desires

Futa Naked In School

Futa's Naked Temptation

Chapter Two: Ginny's Naughty Desires

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodites/Teen female, Public Sex, Nudism, School, Exhibitionism, Oral Sex, Gangbang, Facial

Description: Ginny's desires for futas surges as she continues attending class naked.

Ginny Reynolds's Week, Tuesday

I trembled as I let the shower spray fall on my rump and pussy, my fingers reaching into my sex to wash out the futa-cum my friend, Candice, fired into me. It was both our first time. She stood nearby me, watching me cleanse my new deflowered pussy of her girl-spunk.

It was only the second day of the Program, and I had cheated on my futa-girlfriend, Samantha. People always claimed that the Program—a government sponsored activity in the wake of the Sexual Freedom Act that encouraged high school students to attend school for a week naked, free to indulge in their sexuality how they choose—turned girls into sluts. I thought it was a myth, but spending a day naked, ogled, touched, groped, and caressed by futas, and a few girls, had turned me on so much.

I was dripping and aching for an orgasm.

Then that futa-bitch Shelena came onto me.

The Black, beautiful quarterback thought she was goddess's gift to women. She made a reasonable request to have us wash each other in the shower. So long as no penetration occurred, a student could request anything of me for the week. She used it to turn me on even more, soaping my body until I almost exploded. I came so close to surrendering to her.

So close that she decided to force herself when I said no. She would have popped my cherry, fucked me hard, and hoped that I enjoyed it so much I wouldn't care and… Part of me was afraid I would have enjoyed it that much.

Then Candice appeared. My shy, nerdy, sweet friend had filmed it, blackmailing Shelena to leave me alone for the rest of the week or expose her. It was so brave. So amazing. Candice stopped being my friend in that moment and became a sexy futa.

My futa-heroine.

I grabbed her. Kissed her. Gave her my virginity. I didn't think once. I just let it happen. Just let her penetrate me. It was amazing. It was the best delight in my life. I came so hard on her futa-cock, my pussy convulsing around her clit-dick. I milked her ovaries dry of her cum.

But now the guilt lay on me. I was Samantha's girlfriend. We started dating last year in middle school. I wanted her to be my first. I figured it would happen at some point in this week given what happened. She was eager for it, so possessive.

"Candice…" I said, turning off the water, my pussy clean.

"I understand," Candice said, looking away from me, her shoulders sagging. "I won't tell Samantha. It will stay between us."

I swallowed. Would it? There were still futas in the locker room. They had to know we had sex. Rumors might reach Samantha. What would I do then? I shivered. I loved Samantha, and I had betrayed her. My cheeks burned. I swallowed, staring at Candice.

I'd hurt her, too.

It hit me then that she loved me. That was why she as always around me, so supportive. She couldn't be my futa-girlfriend, but she could at least be my friend. She stood up to that bitch, got rewarded, only now to be rejected.

I wanted to hug her and comfort her and…

My pussy twitched, ached. The memory of her big futa-dick filling my pussy swept through me. If I did that, we'd end up gasping and moaning again. Then it would just be worse for Candice. I pushed down my compassion, tears stinging my eyes.

"I have to get to class," she said. "I need to dry off and get dressed."

"Yeah," I said. Next was my third period class, History. I shared it with Samantha. She was waiting to give me satisfaction. I bit my lip. I had planned to let her, to indulge in some of the fun I was allowed to have with my futa-girlfriend.

Now…

I felt so dirty despite washing myself.

I snagged my towel and dried my naked body. A few futas were watching me. Michele Devereux had a hard cock she stroked. She winked at me, saying, "Maybe we can shower tomorrow?"

I shivered. She definitely heard what happened. How long until Samantha learned that I cuckolded her?

My hair clung damp about my shoulders as I left the locker room (I'd let it dry before pulling it into a ponytail). The hallways were mostly empty of students, next period about to start. I hurried fast, my round, fourteen-year-old breasts bouncing before me. Why did I have to be the freshman chosen to go naked this week? Why couldn't have been someone else. Anyone but me?

My bare feet slapped on the floor. Futas called out to me. One smacked my ass as I rushed by. "Someone's eager to get some dick in her," called a Black futa. She looked like a senior.

"Oh, yeah," her friend said. "Damn, the Program is hot."

"So fucking hot. I'd love to get into her. Freshman pussy is the best pussy."

My cheeks burned as a tingle raced through me. Was I turning into a slut? Part of me… wanted to find out what a senior's cock felt like. A Black cock. Not Shelena's, but… Another. What was wrong with me? Maybe the Program was making me into a slut.

Would Samantha understand that?

I rounded the corner and Samantha was waiting for me. She perked up, her short, brown hair swaying about her elfin face. Her green eyes sparkled. A bulge formed in her jeans, her nipples poking against her t-shirt. Like a lot of futas with small breasts, she didn't bother with a bra unless she had to go to church. She licked her lips.

"There you are," she said. "All scrubbed clean. I was getting worried."

"Sorry," I said, blushing, my stomach clenching. "All the futas wanted to wash me and…"

She scowled, her eyes flicking to my wet, fiery bush. At my pussy. "Did they wash you there?"

"Yes," I said, biting my lip. "You know I have to let them. Don't be jealous."

"Hard when you're so sexy, Ginny." She took my hand and pulled me close, giving me a hot kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth.

Technically, French kissing was a rules violation since she didn't ask, but… I didn't mind. For a moment. I melted into the kiss. I groaned, my tongue danced with hers. My pussy grew hotter as I felt her futa-cock tenting her jeans. She felt… so small compared to Candice.

I broke the kiss. "We should get into class."

"Eager for satisfaction, huh?" Samantha said, her arm sipping around my waist. She slid down to cup my naked ass, giving me a squeeze. Just like all the other futas today had.

"I guess," I said, swallowing. I had to give her something. I couldn't act weird. My pussy clenched and—

I didn't have a cherry any longer. She felt my pussy this morning. She knew I had one. I couldn't let her go down on me or anything. A wave of panic washed through me as she wrenched open the door to our history class.

Miss Dannel, standing at the board, glanced at us. She pushed up her glasses, arching a dark eyebrow. "I thought you were going to be late, Ginny. It happens during the Program, or so I'm told."

"Sorry, Miss Dannel," I said, my cheeks blushing.

She licked her lips, her eyes flicking up and down my body. The African-America teacher licked her lips. Her hips, clad in tight jeans, wiggled back and forth. "Well, do you need satisfaction?"

Every person enrolled in the Program, whether girl or futa, could receive sexual satisfaction of her choice during the first ten minutes of class. It could indulge in solo masturbation or enlist the aid of volunteer, either student or teacher, for anything, including, penetrative sex.

"I do," I said, swallowing.

"I'll help you!" said Teal Constable, a big grin on her face, her green eyes flashing. The day before, she had fun groping me to an orgasm with the other futas after my name was first announced.

"Oh, no, you need a girl's touch," said Adile. The Turkish girl ran a tongue across her lips, her dark eyes smoldering.

I blinked at that.

"No, no, she's getting it from me," Samantha said, her voice so firm. "Right, honey."

"Yes!" I said, nodding my head. "Um…" What was I going to do that wouldn't let her know I lost my cherry and… It hit me. "Just sit down at your desk and I'll take care of you."

"Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?" Teal asked.

"She just wants to suck a cock," Shanice Colton said, her head shaking. I could almost hear her add, "slut" to the end of her sentence.

My cheeks burned. She was right, though. The cock-sucking part. Maybe both.

"She can suck my cock if she wants," Samantha said, giving my rump a squeeze as she led me to her desk. "But what about you?"

"Oh, fingers will be fine," I said. "I just… I want to suck your dick, okay. I'm in the Program. I want to try some new stuff."

Samantha grinned. "I am not complaining." She sank down on her desk and arched a brown eyebrow at me. "I am so hard."

"You can suck my dick if you want," Teal offered. "Mine's gonna be better than hers."

"Fuck off," Samantha said.

"Language, young futa," admonished Miss Dannel.

"Sorry," Samantha muttered while I sank down to my knees. Everyone was looking at me. I shuddered and crawled beneath my futa-girlfriend's desk.

It felt a little bit more private, but I still felt on display. That everyone was watching me, judging me. They knew I was a slut now. I closed my eyes, trembling. My hands slid up my futa-girlfriend's jeans towards her crotch, bulging with her passion. The denim felt rough on my fingers.

I felt so naughty. So wicked. People were breathing heavily. Chairs creaked as my fingers unfastened my futa-girlfriend's jeans. I couldn't see her face, just her stomach, the hem of her t-shirt rising to show a bit of pale flesh. Her zipper rasped.

"She's really going to do it," chortled Hwan Cho, an Asian futa.

"Wow," Adile panted. "Oh, this is getting me a little hot."

"But you can't receive satisfaction," Shanice said. "You're really brave, Ginny. I mean that. Don't be ashamed. Suck your futa-girlfriend's dick."

"Oh, yes," Teal groaned.

"Please, do," Samantha panted.

I unveiled her panties, a soft gray with a trim of lace. It was cut to fit her cock, molding the satin to it. I smiled at how cute that was, realizing she wore it for me and… I felt a stab of guilt ripple through me, my deflowered pussy clenching as it soaked my bush with my excitement.

I pulled down her panties and jeans, Samantha raising her rump to help out. Her cock popped out. I gasped, seeing one up close and personal. Samantha had a landing strip of hair leading down her pubic mound to the top of her pussy. Her folds were wrapped tight about her clit-dick, the shaft thrusting hard at me.

It was smaller than Shelena's and Candice's dicks.

I shouldn't think that. In fact, that made it easier to do this.

I engulfed her cock. From now on, I would be the best girlfriend ever. I wouldn't cheat on her again. What happened with Candice was an accident. A wonderful, amazing, blissful accident. My pussy clenched as I sucked on Samantha's dick.

"Oh, yes, Ginny!" she moaned. "That's so good."

I shuddered as I sucked her. My cheeks hollowed. I didn't know what else to do. Should I move my tongue? I swirled it around her crown and she let out another moan of bliss. She liked that. Swallowing, I did it again. I swirled my tongue around her cock, teasing her, gathering the precum flowing from her slit.

It tasted… naughty. I felt naughty. Everyone was witnessing me blowing my futa-girlfriend. I was sucking on my first clit-dick. My eyes squeezed shut as my pussy grew hotter and hotter. Despite how delicious I came with Candice, my wicked hole craved more.

Saliva dripped down my chin as I sucked and slurped, my right hand slid down my body, starting just blew my jiggling breasts. I crept over my stomach, reaching towards my bush. I groaned, my eyes squeezed shut as I crept closer and closer to my pubic mound.

To my pussy.

Samantha groaned and gasped. Her passion echoed through the classroom. Chairs creaked around me. My fingers crossed my belly, trailing warm fire, and reached my still-damp bush. I slid through my wet curls, a heat growing the deeper and deeper I reached.

"Damn," moaned Hwan. "She's going to finger herself."

"Look at her suck. I can just see her beneath the desk," panted Teal.

"This is making me so hard," groaned a futa named Ase.

"Yeah," Adile panted.

"You, go, Ginny!" Shanice cheered.

I rubbed my fingers through my bush, caressing my folds. As I touched myself, I sucked harder on my futa-girlfriend's dick. I bobbed my mouth, my cheeks hollowing. I whimpered, my hips wiggling from side to side. My hot juices coated my fingers. My insides burned.

I thrust two fingers into my cunt's depths.

I was so open now. I had no hymen blocking me. My fingers probed into where only Candice had been before. I sucked harder on my futa-girlfriend's dick. I squeezed my eyes shut, probing into her. I sucked with such passion. I put my all into pleasing her. I bobbed my head faster, sliding my hot lips up and down her shaft.

"Shit, that's good!" moaned Samantha. "Oh, Ginny, yes, work that mouth. You're going to blow me all the time now! Ooh, I'm so glad you got chosen in the Program."

"You're girlfriend's sucking dick like a slut!" groaned Hwan.

I was. My fingers plunged so deep into my pussy. My cream dribbled down my knuckles to the back of my hand. I whimpered, moaned, my orgasm swelling faster and faster in me. My eyes squeezed shut as students breathed heavily around me. Their words started to blur around me as my heart thundered, pumping hot blood through my veins.

"This is so hot."

"Look at her go!"

"Damn, her fingers are just plundering her cunt!"

"You go, Ginny!"

"Making me so wet!"

"I want to spank it so hard!"

"Going to spank to you it when I get home tonight, Ginny!"

"Me, too!"

"Me, three! Just rub my pussy until I cum!"

"Ginny!" Samantha moaned, my fingers thrusting so hard and deep into my pussy. The pleasure rippled through me. "Oh, fuck, Ginny!"

Her clit-dick throbbed in my mouth. Then hot jizz erupted. I groaned as it splashed into my mouth. It spurted. Blast after blast of her salty cum fired into my mouth. I groaned, swallowing it down. It coated the back of my throat. I shivered. My pussy clenched down on my fingers thrusting over and over into my depths.

I was such a naughty slut. I gulped down her seed, my fingers thrusting deep into me. My palm brushed my clit. Sparks exploded in my cunt. I gasped, my pussy writhing about my thrusting digits. Juices squirted out of me.

They poured hot down my thighs.

Rapture slammed into my mind.

My thoughts boiled with rapture. I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side. Stars burst across my vision. My mind drank it in. Futas cheered around me. Claps echoed as I stirred my pussy to such a hot orgasm.

I loved it. For a moment, I forgot all about the guilt and just enjoyed being a girl sucking a futa's cock.

"That was so hot, Ginny!" Samantha moaned. "Oh, wow, that was amazing."

I popped my mouth off her dick, panting. My cheeks burned as I sipped out from beneath her desk. I pulled my fingers from my pussy, my cream adorning them. Adile seized my wrist and brought my fingers to her mouth. She sucked on them, groaning in delight.

"You taste good, Ginny," she said, her voice breathy.

"That's so fucking hot," moaned Hwan.

"Can you stroke my dick until I cum?" asked Teal. "I need it."

"Nope," said Miss Dannel. Her dark eyes stern as she gazed at the class, round swaying in her tight, red blouse. "Ten minutes are up. Ginny, sit down. We have a lot to learn today."

I nodded my head, feeling breathless and… adventurous. I did something naughty. And Samantha didn't know I'd cheated on her. I just had to keep making her happy. From today forward, I would be the best girlfriend ever.

Samantha beamed at me.

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That night, I winced when I checked my phone and saw I was tagged in a tweet saying I was fucked in the bathroom. It was posted by Michele, the one who leered at me after Candice and I… made our mistake. I flushed and quickly checked her friends list.

Samantha wasn't on there.

Just to be safe, I texted Samantha, saying, "Thinking about you. What you up to?"

"Homework," Samantha sent back. "We could do it together."

"You just want another blowjob," I said, adding a winky emoji. "Wasn't the two I gave you at school enough?"

I was a good girl for the rest of this day. I didn't cum again save when I gave Samantha a blowjob before picking up my clothes. Right there in the hallway I bobbed my mouth up and down her girl-dick. People watched. Filmed. Futas cheered me on.

Candice went home early. We didn't work on that project like we were supposed to. I may have lost a friend, but I would keep my futa-girlfriend.

"I could handle more than a BJ," she said then added an eggplant emoji and a splashing water emoji.

I giggled and sighed, the fear bleeding out of me. She hadn't heard about any rumors. "Tomorrow, maybe, you'll get that treat," I said. I had a lie ready. I'd tell her a futa got too rough and popped my cherry. "I'll need relief at some point."

I'd make her wait all day, let it stew in both of us. Then I would be the best girlfriend ever.

"You are the best!" She attached a pic of her hard dick thrusting up from her shaved folds. "See how eager I am for tomorrow?"

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Wednesday

The next day, Samantha walked me to school, but she didn't seem as eager as last night. There was an awkwardness in the air around us. She had her arm around me, possessive as always, her hand resting on my naked rump. I wore the sash today that let people know I was in the Program. I deiced to just embrace going naked.

I thought it would make Samantha happy.

Now I just felt so… exposed as we walked down the street. Cars passed us. Futas honked. I was making a scene. Older woman gave me half-amused and half-scandalized looks while older futas ogled me, such hungry looks in their eyes while their cocks and nipples hardened.

Still, I had this wet itch in me.

"Is everything okay, Samantha?" I asked.

"Fine, fine," she said, a smile appearing on her lips. But it felt… forced. "Looking forward to your promise." Her hand squeezed my rump. Hard.

I gasped. "Not so hard. I'm delicate."

"Right, right, delicate," she said, nodding her head. Her eyes glanced at my tits, the purple sash proclaiming falling between my round breasts. My pink, puffy nipples were hard. "You're turned on."

"It's… arousing being naked in public," I said. "That's all. It's just part of the Program."

"Right," she said.

"Are you… jealous?" I asked. Did she know? "There's probably all sorts of rumors flying around about me. You can't believe them. I'm your girlfriend." I trembled, hoping she wouldn't press it.

"Right, right." She nodded her head. "Just some rumors."

Hope surged in me. If she believed that, even if someone told her Candice popped my cherry, she wouldn't realize it was the truth. "I'm all yours, Samantha. You said it yesterday, my pussy belongs to you."

She nodded, smiling more. "Yeah, yeah, your pussy does." She squeezed my rump. "During lunch."

I hesitated for a moment, realizing what she wanted. "Yep. During lunch."

We reached the school, the group of futas I expected to swarm me were distracted by Tina Walker, the senior girl who was chosen. She was giggling and putting on quite a show for the horny futas. I caught a glimpse of that bitch Shelena marching Paloma Oleastro, one of the A/V members Candice was friends with, around the corner of the building.

Probably to bully her. Shelena was such a bitch.

Principal McTaggart smiled at me as she waited at the entrance to collect clothing, nodding her head in delight. Her eyes flicked up and down my body. She said, "Good to see you embracing the Program."

I blushed. She had no idea.

"Well, see you later," Samantha said before breaking away.

I nodded my head. I swallowed, the halls not that full. We were a little early. I moved through them, my bare feet padding on the floor, my round breasts jiggling before me. I rubbed my arm, my skin goose-pimpling. It felt so… strange to be walking the halls alone and naked. I bit my lip, wishing Samantha or Candice was…

No, no, not Candice. Not after the day before.

My heart ached. I ruined my friendship with my lust. Things would never be the same between us. I sighed, my shoulders sagging as I stowed my sash in my locker and grabbed my books. I reached my math class a minute later. I slipped in. Candice was there, her blonde pigtails falling about her face. She wore a pink dress today, skirt long.

"Hi," I said as I took my usual seat beside her.

She glanced at me. "Hey. I didn't tell anyone. But there's rumors."

"It's fine," I said. "Samantha thinks it's lies. You know, there's more than a few rumors about me right now."

"Okay," Candice said, looking at her book, her voice quiet. "Glad… glad things are working out between you two."

Was she? I didn't know what to say.

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I felt like everyone really was looking at me for the first half of my day. They must have heard the rumors I lost my hymen, that someone had fucked me. There were several versions that ranged from Shelena (or Candice or Michelle) fucking me to me getting gangbanged in the bathroom by every senior. I didn't even know how that one got started, but when I slipped into the futas' restroom to pee, I shivered, picturing being taken over and over again.

It was so… naughty.

Shelena glowered at Candice during PE, but the older futa kept her distance. The blackmail was effective. Now, I did have to shower with Michele, my body getting so turned on by the pleasure of touching each other. She pinched and rolled my nipples with skill. I almost came just from that. Then she rubbed my pussy and…

I had an orgasm.

It was delicious and wonderful, but my pussy felt so empty, missing being filled. Poor Candice heard it all She sat on the bench staring at her phone when I appeared, already dressed. I wanted to say something, but didn't know what.

My next two classes I had with Samantha. She kept whispering, "At lunch, I'm going to take your cherry," or, "I'm going to fuck you so hard at lunch and enjoy my pussy."

"I can't wait," I told her each time.

I squirmed through our history and technical writing classes, my pussy tingling and aching. I was so juicy when our final lesson before our lunch break finished. She took my hand, rubbing the palm, and then grinned at me as she led me out of the classroom.

"I'm going to take your pussy so hard," she said, her eyes glassy with lust. Her futa-dick tented the front of her jeans. "Ready, right? For me to pop your cherry and break you in?"

"Yes!" I husked. "So ready. I'm dripping wet."

She squeezed my naked ass as we walked. "I can smell you. All through our class. It was so boring listening to Miss Rustici—a tall and leggy Italian woman—lecture with that tangy musk filling the air."

I shivered and smelled it again. I was growing used to the scent of my own hot cunt. I was wet all the time. I licked my lips, trembling as ahead I saw a group of futas gathering outside of the restroom. They all stared at me.

"What are the up to?" I asked, phones coming out to snap my picture.

"Well, you're in the Program, so I thought we should have an audience," she said. "I even invited Candice to watch."

I winced, glancing at her. "Really?"

"Well, isn't that the point?" Samantha asked. She flashed me a grin. "Besides, I want everyone to know that this is my pussy. That I'm claiming it."

"I'm your girlfriend," I said, feeling the possessiveness. "Not your property."

"But I still own your pussy, right?" she asked, her voice throaty.

I wanted to object, but the guilt swallowed my protest. "R-right."

"You really going to fuck her?" asked a senior futa with hair dyed purple, her hazel sparkling. She wore a pair of tight, black leggings and a belly shirt that hugged her small breasts.

"Yep," Samantha said.

"Damn, that's lucky," Teal said.

"I know," groaned Xanth.

Then Therese panted, "I so want to bang her."

I shivered as Samantha ushered me into the bathroom, my pussy growing hotter and hotter at the thought of all these futas watching. Cream dripped down my thighs. I shuddered, biting my lip as the we entered the blue-tiled room. My breathing grew heavier and heavier, my tits rising and falling as Samantha brought me to the handicap stall.

Silvery duct tape held the stall door open. I blinked at that, then shuddered at the toilet, the seat down. Samantha squeezed my ass as she nuzzled into my ear. "Mmm, just bend right over it. I'm going to fuck you so hard."

"You don't want any foreplay?" I asked, trembling.

Her hand shot down to cup my pussy. She rubbed up and down it, sliding through my fiery bush. I quivered as the pleasure shot through me. She brushed my hard clit. Little tingles raced through me. Her fingers came away soaked.

"You don't need it," she purred. "And I am as hard as a rock. I'm going to fuck you so hard."

"Do it, Samantha!" cheered Therese. "Just bang her hard."

"Fuck, yeah!" Xanth moaned. "Slam into her,"

"Jam that dick into her," moaned the futa in the belly shirt and leggings.

"I absolutely am going to," Samantha moaned. "Come on, Ginny, just bend over. Time to loose that virginity."

"Okay," I moaned, trembling. "This is for the Program, and because I… I love you."

"Right," she purred. Then she cupped my breast and squeezed it. I shuddered as her thumb rubbed across my nipple. She leaned in, her green eyes shiny. "Show me how much you love me, Ginny. Bend over that toilet. I'm going to pound you hard. Show the school this pussy is mine!"

"Yes!" I panted, swept up by her lust. I wanted that, too. To dispel these rumors. Let everyone know I was Samantha's girlfriend. That I would only fuck her. Yesterday was a mistake. I just got caught up in my lust. It was a momentary weakness.

It wouldn't happen again.

My juices dripped down my thighs as I bent over the toilet. It smelled lemon-fresh, recently cleaned. My nipples throbbed as they rubbed into the cold porcelain of the cover. My pussy clenched, drinking in the delight. I felt my futa-girlfriend's eyes on me. I felt all the futas eyes on me. It was incredible.

"Look at her," a futa I didn't recognize moaned.

"Goddess, she's dripping wet," panted another.

"I know, just eager for it."

"Fuck her hard, Samantha."

"Pound that little slut."

"I want to be in her cunt right now."

"So hot."

Their words echoed through the bathroom as a zipper rasped. I threw a look over my shoulder, fiery hair dancing away from my face, and shivered. I'd never seen Samantha naked before outside of some texts she'd sent me. Never in person. I groaned, seeing that she'd already taken off her top, exposing her small breasts. Her pink nipples thrust hard from her areolas. They looked so suckable.

Then she wiggled out of her jeans, her cock bulging a lacy pair of gray panties. Her clit-dick twitched. I bit my lower lip and let out a purring moan. I wiggled my hips as she stepped out of her jeans, her legs lithe and supple, shaved bare.

"You want me bad, don't you, Ginny?" Samantha purred, her firm titties jiggling as she hooked the waistband of her panties.

"So badly!" I groaned, my pussy clenching. "Can't you see how wet I am? I'm soaked. I want you in me. I love you, Samantha!"

"Fuck the slut!"

"Pound her!"

"Ram into her cunt!"

"If you won't, I will!"

"I'll enjoy that pussy!"

"Goddess damn, she's dripping wet!"

Those words rippled around me as I whimpered, my eyes locked on Samantha's bulging panties. She thrust them down. Her dick popped out, a landing strip of brown hair leading to the top of her pussy. Her futa-cock bobbed before her, precum flicking from the tip. Her shaved pussy wrapped about it. A new scent filled my nose, her sweet pussy mixing with my familiar tang.

"She's going for it!" groaned Teal. "Damn, this is hot."

"Fuck her!" moaned Hwan.

"I will," Samantha moaned, falling to her knees behind me. I wiggled as my futa-girlfriend pressed her dick into my wet base. "Ready, Ginny."

"So ready!" I moaned. I felt ready. Once she was in me, I would forget all about yesterday's indiscretion. It would be in the past. Going forward, my pussy would be for the futa I loved and no one else.

Candice's face flashed through the crowd, her blue eyes watching, magnified by her glasses.

Samantha thrust her futa-dick into my cunt. I gasped as her shaft buried into my pussy in a single, powerful thrust. She wasn't as big as Candice, but she still felt nice in me. My cunt clenched down around her, pleasure rippling through my body.

I moaned, the toilet seat cover rasping beneath me as I shifted. My nipples throbbed against it. My fiery hair swung about my face as pleasure shuddered my body. Samantha drew back and then buried into my cunt again. And again.

"Oh, damn, she's hot and tight!" she moaned. "Fuck, me, I can't believe how good this feels!"

"So good!" I whimpered, my hips wiggling from side to side. "Ooh, yes, yes, fuck me, Samantha! Fuck me so hard!"

Her crotch smacked into my rump as she buried over and over into my cunt. My juicy walls drank in the friction of her hot plunges. I squeezed around her and undulated my hips. I stirred my hot pussy around her clit-dick, the friction turning into sweet rapture.

The watching futas groaned and gasped. I could feel their phones recording this moment as Samantha fucked me. She plowed her futa-dick hard and fast into my cunt. She stirred up my snatch with her girth. My eyes squeezed shut as the bliss flowed through me. I whimpered, my cunt squeezing around her dick.

The pleasure burned through me. My eyes rolled back in my head as I savored this bliss. Over and over she plunged into me. Her hands stroked my sides. The toilet creaked beneath me, the cool surface teasing my nipples. Pussy cream ran down my thighs as she churned my pussy to a froth.

"Oh, goddess, yes!" I moaned. "Oh, wow, Samantha! You feel so good in me!"

"Fuck that slut!"

"Pound her cunt, Sam!"

"Damn, you're just going to town on her!"

"No way she was a virgin!"

"I was!" I gasped, my cunt clenching around her dick, my orgasm swelling through me. "Oh, yes, Samantha, work that futa-dick in and out of me."

Samantha's fingers brushed the sides of my round breasts. She squeezed and kneaded them. She groaned as she plunged her futa-dick into me again and again. The silky friction was incredible. I was going to cum.

Then she shoved her hand around my hip. Her fingers slid down my belly to my pubic mound. I whimpered as they dived through my fiery bush. She rubbed at my clit. She massaged it. I gasped. Sparks exploded through me, swelling my orgasm faster and faster.

"Are you going to cum?" groaned Samantha as she drilled her futa-dick into my juicy pussy.

"Yes!" I moaned. I threw a look over my shoulder, staring at my fourteen-year-old futa-girlfriend. "I'm going to cum so hard. Keep rubbing my clit. I'm almost there."

"Make that slut explode!"

"She'll make your cock dry!"

"Damn, I want a poke so badly!"

"I'll make you cum harder, Ginny!"

Their words spilled over me. I drank them in as my pussy clenched down on Samantha's cock. The friction swelled. It combined with the rapture bursting from my massaged clit. I trembled, my orgasm swelling in the depths of my cunt.

Then it burst.

Pleasure swept through me. It splashed through my body. It surged over me. I gasped, my eyes squeezing shut. The bliss slammed into my thoughts. The rapture burned in my mind. My pussy convulsed, writhing about her girl-dick.

"She's cumming!" Samantha howled. "Oh, damn, she's milking my cock!"

"Cum in her!"

"Cum in her!"

"Cum in her!"

The cheers swept through me while the euphoria washed over my mind again and again. Stars bust across my vision. My pussy convulsed and writhed. Bliss burned over my thoughts. My snatch spasmed again and again.

Then she buried in me. She groaned. Her jizz fired into me. I squealed in delight, loving that feel of her spunk erupting over and over in me. I gasped and groaned, my convulsing snatch milking her futa-dick dry.

"Take it, slut!" she groaned. "Take every drop!"

"Slut?" I gasped as my orgasm spasmed through me again.

"Just a slut!" Samantha snarled, her dick spurting a final blast of futa-cum into me. Then she ripped out of me. "Where was your cherry, Ginny?"

She seized my hair and jerked me around. Her dick bobbed before her, coated in my pussy cream. Her spunk leaked out of my snatch. I gasped, my mind struggling to reel as she pulled me out of the stall by my hair.

I winced at the flare of pain, my body shuddering. Her cum ran down my thighs as she brought me out before all the other futas. Many had pulled out their cocks. Some of them had thick bushes soaked in their juices, others were shaved like Samantha, their pussy lips on display wrapped around their clit-dicks.

"You had a cherry yesterday morning," Samantha growled, her face twisted. "I felt it when I kissed your pussy. Now… What happened to it?"

Candice backed away, her eyes wide.

"You fucked Candice, didn't you?" Samantha hissed. "I knew it. You've cheated on me with her."

"I… I…" I stammered, my body shuddering. "It was a mistake. I didn't mean for it to happen."

Samantha lifted my head. "So, what, you just became a slut? You couldn't help yourself. So turned on by being touched and groped you had to fuck someone."

"Yes!" I blurted out. "I still love you."

Her grin grew. "Prove it. Prove you're still mine."

"How?" I asked, trembling.

"Why, by fucking all these futas. They're so hard. They're so eager to enjoy your body. I own your pussy, and I want you to take them all."

"Oh, yes," groaned Hwan.

"Damn," muttered the futa in the leggings, her tights around her ankles, her cock thrusting hard before her. "That's hot."

"Do you agree?" Samantha asked. "You have to consent. If you're such a slut because of the Program, I understand. Be a slut. Let them use you. That's what I want to see!"

"I'll do it!" I said, my stomach twisting. I hated… how excited I was right now. I was… eager for this. My passions were on fire. I wanted to be fucked by all these futas. "I'm your girlfriend, Samantha. I'll prove it."

My futa-girlfriend nodded her head. "Enjoy. She gave her consent."

Candice trembled in the corner, watching me. My cheeks burned. Why did she have to be here? I didn't want her to see this. To see me so wanton.

Therese fell to her knees before me, blocking my view of Candice. Therese's naked, round tits bouncing before her. She licked her lips, her girl-dick twitching and throbbing before her face. She gave me a big grin.

Then she rammed her girl-dick into my mouth.

I gasped as she filled me. Her dick thrust from a brown bush, her juices coating her silky hairs. Her tart musk filled my nose. I shuddered, breathing it in as her breasts bounced above me. She groaned, thrusting away hard and fast. She fucked me with such an expression of joy on her face.

Another futa rammed into my sloppy cunt from behind. A wave of pleasure washed through me.

I groaned, spit-roasted between the two futas. Both their clit-dicks were in me, ramming into me. I couldn't believe this was happening. That they could fuck me like this. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut as they hammered me from both sides.

I felt wanton.

A slut.

"Look at her go!" groaned Teal. "I can't wait for my turn."

"You're lucky to get to fuck her pussy, Stacie!"

"Pound her!"

"Look at the slut's tits sway!"

I was such a slut. I moaned about the cock in my mouth. I sucked hard. The precum coated my tongue. Stacie's dick thrusting into my pussy forced out Samantha's jizz. It ran hot down my inner thighs. I groaned, my tits swaying, rocking back and forth into them.

Heat burned in my pussy. Another orgasm swelled in me. I… I liked this. The Program did turn girls into sluts. This shameful pleasure built and built inside of me. Flesh slapped against my flesh. I groaned around the thick cock in me.

"Damn, she's hot," groaned Stacie, the futa fucking my pussy. "She's got a tight cooch."

"She's sucking me hard," panted Therese. "I love it, Ginny. You got such a pretty mouth. I'm going to cum!"

"Jizz on her face!" a futa called out of my mouth, leaving me panting, drool running down my chin.

"Yes!" Therese gasped as she ripped her dick out.

Her cock bobbed before me as she fisted her. Drool ran down my chin as I panted, my pussy clenching down ion the futa-dick ramming into me. Then hot girl-cum erupted. It splashed across my face. I closed my eyes, feeling the hot seed coat my features. I moaned, my mouth opening, some of the salty cum slipping on it.

I tasted good. This wanton hunger surged through me. My mouth opened wider, my tongue thrusting out. More cum landed in my mouth. I savored it. My pussy grew hotter, squeezing down around Stacie's dick.

I exploded. The shameful rapture surged hot through me.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I moaned, cum dripping down my features.

"Fuck!" Stacie moaned.

"Damn, you are a slut, Ginny," Samantha groaned, watching me, rubbing her pussy-soaked girl-dick. She was already half-hard again.

"So good!" Therese moaned. "Damn, that was so good."

I shuddered, jizz dripping down my features as Stacie thrust into my convulsing pussy. Then she cried out. As the ecstasy washed out of my cunt, more jizz fired into my depths. I whimpered, reveling in the seed spurting into me. It felt so hot. So juicy. So delicious.

Futas were stroking their dicks around me. They grinned at me, all staring at me with hungry eyes. Teal darted forward, ramming into my still-convulsing pussy the moment Stacie pulled out. I gasped, my eyes bulging at the feel of a hot cock fucking me.

Then a Latina futa I didn't know was before me, her nut-brown tits heaving. She buried her cock into my mouth. I sucked on her with a greedy hunger, nursing her dick while Teal pounded my snatch hard from behind. She churned me up.

"Goddess damn," groaned Samantha, her green eyes watching me as she fisted her dick. "Goddess damn, I had no idea you were like this, Ginny."

I shuddered, another orgasm bursting through me. Despite the humiliation, my body drank this in. I reveled in being gangbanged by the futas. Cocks thrust into my pussy and mouth. I drank down load after load of futa-cum. They flooded my snatch with that bliss.

"Such a slut!"

"Coat her in jizz!"

"Cumming!"

Girl-spunk coated me from every direction. It splashed on my body, running down my sides to my swaying breasts or pooling in the small of my back. Some futas ripped out of my cunt and erupted on my ass. The cum dribbled into my butt-crack. Other futas pumped their jizz deep into my pussy.

I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut. So much cum filled the air. It smelled salty with their passion, mixing with the scent of dozens of futas' hot pussies. I groaned, my pussy aching from their hard plunges.

They used me.

And I loved it. My body drank it in. I was such a slut for all of them.

"I love flooding her pussy!"

"She is such a whore!"

"A complete ho-bag skank!"

"Look at her cunt dripping with our spunk."

"We covered her in jizz!"

"Damn, why do we have to have class? I wanted to fuck her again."

I blinked and quivered, realizing the futas were drifting out. One still fucked my cunt while another spurted hot cum into my mouth. I gulped it down. The warm futa-jizz coated my tongue and filled my belly. My stomach felt distended from the amount of girl-cum I'd swallowed.

I sucked the last of the cum out of the cock in my mouth. The owner moaned out in girlish delight before ripping her clit-dick out of my mouth. Her round tits heaved. I didn't know her at all. A complete stranger.

"Thanks for the suck," she moaned before stumbling to her feet and pulling up her panties, her skirt bunched around her waist.

That left only the futa fucking my cunt. I groaned, my hair matted with cum. More dripped off my face. It ran down my body, my tits swayed. Trails of pearly spunk coated them, beading at my nipples. My thighs were a mass of jizz. Every thrust of the cock into my twat spilled more out.

The futa grunted and buried into me. I think she was firing into me. It was so hard to tell any longer. An orgasm swept through me. I wasn't sure which one it was. I lost count around ten.

Pleasure burst through my mind. Stars exploded across my vision.

The futa fucking my cunt grunted and said, "Damn, Ginny, you are such a whore."

"Samantha," I moaned as my orgasm buzzed through me.

My futa-girlfriend ripped out of me. She walked around me, shaking her head. She scooped up her clothing. "You really got off on it, huh?"

I nodded my head.

"Fucking slut," she said. "Glad I found out before you really broke my heart."

I flinched at her words. "What are you saying?"

"We're through," she said, stepping into her panties. "You fucked that nerd Candice before me! You just had to go five minutes, get to your next class, and I would have taken care of you! Instead, you let her enjoy my pussy!" She yanked up her jeans. Then, pulling her shirt over her head, marched out of the bathroom.

Tears fell down my cheeks, mixing with the cum. More coated my body. I felt so dirty. So filthy. I was utterly used by the futas. Part of me reveled in it. Was I a slut? Had the Program revealed that was what I was all along and—

"Ginny?" a soft voice asked.

I groaned. My head whipped around, cum-matted hair flying. Candice stood in the corner, dressed, her cock bulging the front of her skirt. She took a hesitant step towards me, her blue eyes staring at me.

Horror crashed into me.

She saw it all. She saw me being a slut.

My stomach lurched. Panic shot through me. What had I become? How had I become so filthy? I gained my feet and ran from the bathroom, cum spilling down my thighs, running down my back. It covered my body. There wasn't an inch of me not coated in girl-seed.

My tears fell faster as I kept running, bursting out of the school. I couldn't be here. I had to get away from the Program. From the futas. From Candice. Why did she have to see me like this? Why did she have to witness the truth about me?

I reached home in a blur of panicked flight, not remembering the passage at all. I don't know how many people must have saw me. My mom gasped at me as I burst inside and streaked through the house. I ignored her, racing for the bathroom. I threw myself into the tub, turned on the shower, and let the spray wash the cum off of me.

Why did Candice have to see me be such a slut?

To be continued…

Futa Naked In School–Futa's Naked Temptation Chapter Three: Ginny's Naughty Futa Revelation

Futa Naked In School

Futa's Naked Temptation

Chapter Three: Ginny's Naughty Futa Revelation

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Teen female Masturbation, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, School, Exhibitionism, Public

Description: Ginny, reeling from the gangbang, tries to understand who she truly is.

Ginny Reynolds's Week, Wednesday

I huddled in my house's upstairs bathroom as the shower's spray grew colder and colder. Despite washing off all the futas' cum that had splattered my body from the gangbang, I still felt so dirty. Candice's blue eyes, peering behind her glasses, haunted me.

My friend had witnessed me enjoying being fucked by all those futas.

In my high school's bathroom, I was taken again and again by futas who were fourteen-year-old freshmen like me to seventeen-year-old seniors like Stacie. I sucked their dicks. I took their girl-cocks in my pussy. They jerked off their shafts and sprayed my body in cum while I hungered for more.

Just three days in the Program, and I turned into an utter slut.

Three days!

Yesterday, I woke up a virgin. I thought I would stay that way until I grew horny enough to surrender my cherry to my futa-girlfriend, Samantha. The moment my name was called by Principal McTaggart, I knew I wouldn't make it the without having sex with Samantha.

I just… didn't think someone else would pop my cherry first.

It was in the locker room, showering with the futas, when that bitch Shelena had cornered me. The bullying futa-quarterback thought she was hot shit. That all the girls were just wet for her. She thought she could enjoy me and…

The memory of the Black futa caressing me made me shiver. I almost gave in. Despite how much I protested, despite how much I struggled, I almost surrendered to the passion and let her take my virginity. I resisted at the last moment, so she was about to force me, thinking I wouldn't care once she was in me.

Candice saved me.

She recorded it on her phone and blackmailed Shelena to stop. She was so brave. My nerdy friend was the shyest futa I knew. She never got in a fight. She was timid, but that day, she was my futa-heroine. I was so wrapped up in my lusts that I fucked her.

I lost my cherry to her, cheated on Samantha, and destroyed everything.

Samantha found out. To get back at me, she arranged the gangbang, guilting me into doing it. But I enjoyed it anyways. I didn't mind that she watched. She was fucking me with them, using my body to satiate her pleasure. But Candice… She watched, but didn't join in.

She saw what I truly was. A filthy, disgusting, slut.

My mom knocked at the door. "Ginny, honey, are you okay? You were covered semen."

"Go away!" I hissed, the shower spray getting colder and colder as the hot water heater failed. Goosebumps burst out across my skin. "I'm fine."

"You're not fine, honey," she said. "Please, you can talk to me. Did something go wrong in the Program?"

A bitter laugh burst from my throat. "Oh, no, the Program worked perfectly! I explored my sexuality. I'm such a slut! Did you see how much cum was covering me?"

"I did…" She sounded disgusted, too. "That's okay. You're a young girl. I know when I was your age, I had urges and—"

"Did you let twenty futas fuck you?" I hissed, wanting to drive her away, to let her know just how filthy I was.

"Well, no," she said. "But it was a more repressed time. Sex was seen as bad. We didn't have the shot, so there wasn't 100% full proof birth control, and there were still all the STD's. Things are different for you. You can enjoy yourself and not worry about the consequences."

There were plenty of consequences. "Samantha broke up with me."

"Well… That happens. First loves rarely work out. Your futa-mother wasn't my first futa I loved. Not even the fourth."

"Candice hates me, too," I said. My shoulders shook. The tears fell as the water grew icy. I shivered and then shut it off. I sprang out of the water and ripped open the door. "Candice saw it all and she… she…"

My mom enfolded me in her arms. Candice and I were friends for as long as I remember. From preschool. We grew up together. She was my best friend, even if she were a futa, and now… Now…

I clung to my mother, my face buried in her neck, my naked body soaking her dress. She rocked me as all the pain flowed out of me. I had ruined everything yesterday. Candice was the last person I should have ever fucked.

It would have been better if Shelena rammed her girl-dick into me.

Candice used to love me. Now… now she saw what I was. Who could love someone who would fuck twenty futas in a bathroom? Who could love someone that sucked all those cocks and came over and over again. My pussy ached from all the futa-dicks I took today. They speared into me, pumping me full of jizz.

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Thursday

I didn't get out of bed the next morning. I just lay there, ignoring my phone. I told my mom I was sick. She knew I was lying, but she understood. She brought me a breakfast of French toast, normally my favorite.

I picked at it before rolling onto my side and hugging my pillow. My curtains were drawn shut, heavy drapes that blocked out the world. I vowed to never leave my room. A vow that lasted an hour before I had to pee.

Then I vowed to never leave my room except to use the bathroom.

As I lay there, my phone vibrating and chirping, the images of yesterday flowed through my mind. How Samantha claimed my pussy was hers. How she fucked me bent over the toilet while the futas watched me. Her girl-dick drilled into me, stirring up my cunt.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter as I lay naked in my bed. Yes, I was still naked, still following the dumb Program. Who thought it was a good idea to encourage high school students to attend school naked for a week so they could "learn about their sexuality"? I wanted to find them and slap them.

I didn't need to discover that I liked being gangbanged.

That my pussy cunt was itching right now.

I bit my lip, squirming. That juicy heat built and built between my thighs. My clit was on fire. My labia getting wet and juicy. I rubbed my legs together, trying to ignore it as flashes of the gangbang sparked through me. Being spit-roasted on my hands and knees, a cock fucking my mouth and pussy.

The feel of hot cum spurting on my skin.

The plunge of a hard dick into my cunt.

The degrading words the watching futas said about me.

Whore.

Slut.

All of it made me feel so wonderfully filthy. Just an object writhing on the ground to please them all, eager for another hard clit-dick to feel my mouth or cunt.

My fingers found my pussy.

I whimpered as I stroked my hot flesh. My juices coated my digits. I rolled onto my sides, my thighs trapping my hand between them, and ran my digits up and down my pussy lips. I stared at the drapes, sunlight forming a bright spot of blue in the middle. I whimpered as I caressed my labia, my touch spilling pleasure through me.

My fingers brushed my clit. I groaned, more and more of my juices flooding. My pussy clenched, feeling so empty, wanting a futa-cock to fill me. I licked my lips. My phone buzzed in the background, vibrating on my nightstand.

I ignored it and plunged two digits into my pussy. I groaned as I thrust into my opened depths. My toes curled as I reached into me. It was such a delicious feeling. Hot rapture surged through me. My eyes squeezed shut as I squirmed on the bed. My heartbeat drummed inside of me.

I ground the heel of my hand against my clit. I caressed that little bud, pleasing it, sending delight surging through me. I closed my eyes, drifting back to yesterday, to Samantha confronting me on my cheating.

"Prove it. Prove you're still mine!" she'd said.

I did.

"Fuck me!" I hissed now, working my fingers in and out hot and fast. "Give me those futa-dicks. Let me suck on them. Let me gulp down your jizz while you fuck me!"

I shoved the fingers of my left hand into my mouth, my lips sealing about them as I sucked. I groaned, my body shuddering on the bed. My cunt grew hotter and hotter around the digits of my other hand. The heat soaked into them as I plundered my snatch. That wet, squelching sound filled the air.

Pleasure rippled through me. I quivered as I drove myself towards my orgasm and—

My door shook as someone knocked. "Ginny, honey, you have a visitor."

I popped my fingers out of my mouth, my pussy clenching on my other digits. I was building towards that wonderful orgasm. I just wanted that bliss to rush through me, to drown out this pain in my heart. I threw a look over my shoulder. I could see the shadow of my mother's feet blocking some of the light spilling beneath my door.

"I don't want to see anyone!" I said, thrusting my fingers deep into my cunt out of defiance. "I'm sick."

"It's your school's principal. Ms. McTaggart." Mom cracked open my door.

I gasped, rolling onto my back and yanking up my covers which ripped my fingers out of my cunt in the process. "Mom!"

She peered in. "It's okay if you're naked. We've both seen you all week." The door opened wider, lights pilling through the room. "You need to talk to her, okay. Figure out how to go forward."

Ms. McTaggart stood in the doorway, her curly, red hair farming her face. Her normal bubbly enthusiasm was muted as she stepped into the room. Her stocking-clad legs whisked as she entered the room, her tight skirt hugging her hips and falling to her mid-thighs. Her breasts were hugged by a tight, low-cut blouse.

"Hi, Ginny," she said.

"Ms. McTaggart," I said, so aware that the fingers of my right hand were coated in my tangy juices. My cheeks burned, my nipples throbbing beneath the covers. "I'm sick."

"No, you're not," she said, turning on the light. "It's okay, Mrs. Reynolds, I can talk to her."

"Okay," my mom said. She gave me a smile. "It'll be okay, honey. You'll see."

I shrugged.

The principal didn't close the door as she moved into the room. Footsteps creaked in the hallway. It sounded like my mom didn't go far. She was just lurking outside my door, giving the illusion of privacy. She still thought I was a child, I think. But I was fourteen.

No longer a virgin.

"When I approved the Program, I knew things would get… interesting. Teenage hormones being what they were, I was expecting gangbangs from time to time."

My cheek burned as she spoke.

"But I wanted those girls, or futas, getting taken over and over to find it a positive experience, and you didn't."

"Because I'm a slut," I said, spitting out the word.

She sat down on the edge of my bed and gave me a futa-motherly smile, something my own futa-mom would give me. I swallowed as she took my hand, stroking it. "Slut is a pejorative word. You can always embrace it, of course, and I know many girls who do enjoy the label, but you're no more a slut because you enjoy sex than those futas who gangbanged you. You didn't do anything wrong."

"I cheated on my futa-girlfriend," I said. "Isn't that wrong?" I stared at her. "What type of girl does that?"

"A confused one," she said. "I won't say that cheating is a good thing to do. There's an intimacy in being a couple. You shouldn't throw that away easily. But it happens. Your emotions get the better of you. It makes you think about your priorities, doesn't it."

"Priorities?" I asked, frowning.

"To reorder your emotions, to see what is truly important to you." She squeezed my hand. "I saw the footage. About a dozen different futas filmed the gangbang over its course, but I noticed what it revealed about you and Samantha."

I squirmed.

"I don't think Samantha loved you," she said. "Not really. Oh, she was infatuated with you, but those words. 'This is my pussy,' and, 'I own this pussy,' are not the words of love, are they?"

My shoulders squirmed.

"You didn't like her saying that, did you?"

"No," I said. "But…"

"You felt guilty for breaking your promise to stay faithful." She smiled at me. "But did you feel guilty for cheating on her, or because you didn't think yourself that type of girl who could cheat. Did you ever love Samantha?"

"Of course I loved her," I protested. "I dated her."

Ms. McTaggart gave a soft chuckled. "Well, as a futa, I can tell you that love has nothing to do with dating. Love might grow from dating, or it might exist before you ever have your first kiss. Usually, it starts out as infatuation. Which is another term for lust. That same lust that you unleashed in the bathroom. You were angry at her. You wanted to show her your passions, didn't you."

I squirmed. Was that what happened?

"That you owned your body by allowing all those futas to enjoy it." The principal's eyes lit up with passion. "It was… stirring. You enjoyed yourself. So why did you come to hate it? To run home."

"B-because she saw me," I said, my eyes filling up with tears. "She witnessed what I was."

"A beautiful girl budding into her sexuality?" Ms. McTaggart asked. "Do you think she hates you now?"

"Of course she hates me!" It hissed out of me. "She just witnessed what I did. After I was her first time… After she was my first time… When she…" I choked off, not wanting to revel what happened in the locker room. "We were each other's firsts on Tuesday. I loved it. It was special, and now it's not. If I wasn't with Samantha, I would…" I groaned, realizing this snarl of emotions in my chest. "Now it's even worst. Candice despises me. She stood there and watched. The only one who didn't fuck me.

"Who didn't use me. Because she loves me. And.. and…" My sobs grew worse, squeezing off my words, only snatches breaking through as I poured out how Candice must hate me now. Must think I was so filthy.

"Why don't we ask her," Ms. McTaggart said. "Candice?"

The footsteps lurking outside my room creaked. I looked up, expecting to see my mom. Instead, my blonde futa-friend entered, her golden pigtails falling about her shy face, her long skirt rustling. She rubbed her hands before her, her blue eyes liquid and vulnerable behind her glasses.

"I don't hate you, Ginny," she said, taking a step into the room.

"I'll leave you two to talk," Ms. McTaggart said, rising. "I saw something in those video tapes. Glimpses of Candice watching you. Well… Talk."

Then the principal closing my bedroom door behind Candice. It grew dark again, cozy. I was suddenly so aware I was naked beneath my blankets. My cheeks burned hot. I spent the last three days naked around complete strangers, let alone Candice, and I didn't feel as vulnerable as I did now.

I felt exposed.

"I don't hate you because of what happened," Candice said, approaching my bed. "I… I understood why you did it. I saw it. You were trying to prove to Samantha that you were a good girl."

"How good of a girl was I when we…" I bit back my words. "I don't mean to say I didn't enjoy what we did. Because I did. A lot. I don't regret that we did it, just…"

"When we did it?" she asked, taking another step forward.

I nodded my head. I fell back on my pillows then, keeping my blankets pressed up to my neck. I stared at her, studying her. She was a dark figure but my eyes were adjusting to the gloom, a twilight forming. Her features resolved. There was no loathing in her eyes. No disgust. She stared at me… and looked afraid. She was terrified.

"Why did you watch?" I asked. I bit my lip. "Why did you even come?"

"I thought Samantha was going to kick my ass and…" Candice swallowed. "I felt so guilty for what we did. She was my friend, too. I never wanted to break you two up. I thought you two were happy together. I was fine with that. Or, that's what I lied to myself." She gave a bitter laugh. "It was so painful being around you sometimes, but I embraced it to be next to you and…

"It was worse yesterday. I felt ripped to shreds watching those futas use you. They came all over you. They dumped their cum into you and… You loved it."

I nodded my head, tears forming in my eyes. "I did."

"I kept telling myself I should be mad at you. That I should hate you. If you were worthy of being loved, then you wouldn't be on your knees taking dicks from both ends."

The intensity of her words caught me.

Suddenly, she was at my bed. She took my hand, still clutching my blankets to my neck, and pulled it to her. It disturbed my cover, the comforter slipping down to expose the top swell of my breasts. She brought my fingers to her lips.

The fingers I was masturbating with before being interrupted.

She kissed them.

"I couldn't make myself hate you because… I realized you weren't perfect. You couldn't be perfect. No one is. You made a mistake. You were trying to fix it, and that just led you into this horrible place where you embraced being this wild girl. You let your passions run out of you and… I still loved you. I still cared for you. I tried to tell you, but you ran out of there so fast. You were like lightning, leaving a trail of cum in your wake."

A giggle suddenly burst from me at the image. "Sorry," I said, twisting, feeling so bad for laughing right now. "It just slipped out, I mean…"

"The poor janitors had to mop that up. I bet Azra was pissed." She smiled, stroking my fingers. Then she said. "If you're staying here because you think I hate you, I don't. If that's why you didn't come to school, you don't need to be afraid to return.

"But if you're ashamed because of what you did in the bathroom, that you enjoyed yourself and afraid that everyone thinks you're a slut, then that's fine, too. You don't have to come back. I'll hang out with you. I'll bring your homework. I'll help you get through it."

"Does everyone think I'm a slut?" I asked.

"Not any more than then they think Tina Walker is one. She had to do one better than you. When school let out, she had the entire football team run a train on her." Candice shook her head. "She was begging for every futa to drench her in cum. Poor Lola Lovell was having a meltdown. Her and her Purity Society were protesting it, saying these sort of gangbangs drove you out of school."

"It was you," I said, my fingers curling around hers. "Just… thinking you hated me. We've known each other all our lives. It terrified me thinking I messed things up Tuesday by springing on you, and then yesterday happened while you watched. It made me realize just how much I care about you, Candice, and—"

She kissed me.

Her head swooped down before I could even realize what was happening, and she kissed me. Not a friendly kiss, either. It was like that passionate kiss we shared in the locker room. Only this time, she initiated it. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as our lips melted together.

Fireworks detonated inside of me.

Our tongues dueled as she pulled away my blanket. She exposed my body, and I didn't care. I wanted her to be exposed now. My pussy simmered. I was glad I didn't cum while masturbating. I would have such a wicked orgasm at her hands.

Her hand slid up my body. There was a strange tremble racing through her fingers even as she moved with such boldness. It was like she was both confident and terrified all at the same time. This wondrous mix of energy that was bursting out of her.

I whimpered into her lips when her hand closed about my left tit.

Candice kneaded my breast, working her fingers into my plump mound. Little tingles raced through my flesh to the aching apex of my nipple. My nub throbbed as her fingers caressed me, working higher and higher.

She brushed the edge of my areola.

I whimpered in anticipation.

She stroked across my pink ring to brush my nipple. My pussy clenched. Little stars burst inside of me. I groaned and shuddered on the bed. The pleasure swept through me. This amazing delight that had my heart drumming away in my chest.

I kissed her with such passion. I moaned into her mouth, my tongue dueling with hers. I squirmed on the bed. It creaked as we shared our love. Her glasses nudged my cheeks. Her eyes fluttered behind them.

So blue.

She broke our kiss, panting, her face red. "Ginny!"

"Uh-huh!" I moaned, my thighs squirming. I rubbed them together, putting pressure on my aching clit. My little bud throbbed. I needed to be touched everywhere. "I feel… it… too…" I was so out of breath. I couldn't speak straight.

She kissed me again, hungry, devouring. It was incredible. My hands twitched. I brushed the front of her pink dress. I slid up her cloth, caressing the fabric until I found her own breast. I squeezed her, feeling her tit through the cloth, her bra's underwire stiff. I dug into her as she pinched my nipple, her fingers playing with it, teasing me.

She broke the kiss again, staring into my eyes. My fingers found the buttons of her bodice, sliding away from her tits. I worked the first one through its eyelet. Then the second. She trembled as I unfastened her bodice.

Then her head snapped down. She engulfed my nipple. She suckled on it with a hunger that had me groaning. I shuddered on the bed, my pussy clenching as she sealed her mouth around it. Candice nursed on it, her blue eyes watching me.

"Oh, yes, Candice!" I whimpered, the heat swirling through me. "Mmm, that feels incredible. I love it! You're driving me wild."

She nibbled on my nub, working her lips against it. I groaned, my fingers spasming and twitching. My head tossed from side to side as she sucked on my nub. Her tongue danced around it, caressing me, making me shiver.

My toes curled. I kept working the buttons. Her bodice was loose. My hand reached in, touching the bare skin of her belly. She whimpered about my nipple as my fingers climbed up her hot flesh, reaching higher and higher, heading towards her breasts.

"Oh, Candice," I said, feeling the lacy edge of her bra. "Mmm, did you wear something naughty for me?"

Her cheeks blushed crimson.

"Yes, you did," I purred. "Let me see!"

She rose, her round breasts constrained in a gray bra, her cheeks blazing with her blush. She squirmed as she worked her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, her dress bunching at her waist. I licked my lips, my hands massaging my thighs as I watched her strip. She was such a sexy futa.

I wished I recognized it earlier. We wasted so much time.

I groaned as she pushed her skirt off her hips, revealing a matching pair of panties, cut for a futa's dick. That gray fabric barely constrained her large dick. My pussy clenched, aching for something big to feel me. I craved it. had so many cocks yesterday.

But there was only one futa-dick I wanted right now.

Her hips wiggled as she stepped out of her skirt, her cock twitching in her panties. She bit her lower lip and reached behind her, unclasping her bra. She shrugged out of the straps, working them down her arms, and exposing her round breasts. They were the same size as my own.

Maybe we could swap bras sometime.

Her nipples were a dusky shade of pink, not the bright hue of my own, and hers had a slightly different shape, more teardrop, but they were still lovely. I bit my lip, fingers digging into my tits as her hands slid down her body.

I saw her naked on Tuesday, but this felt so different. Intimate. She wasn't nude to shower in the locker room. She was getting naked for me. Her lover. A quiver ran through me at thinking that word. A wanton moan burst from my lips.

She shoved her panties down off her hips.

"Yes!" I groaned as that big, thick shaft popped out, thrusting from her blonde bush hiding her pussy folds. I quivered in utter delight, nodding my head in approval as her hips wiggled from side to side, her dick swaying before her.

"That is what I want to see!" I moaned. "Ooh, yes, you have such a big cock."

"Ginny!" she groaned.

"Don't be embarrassed," I said. "Don't you like my tits?"

She nodded her head, her eyes latching on them.

I parted my thighs. "And I know you loved my pussy."

"I didn't get a good look," she said, peering between my legs. I felt so open down there. Vulnerable. But I wasn't afraid. She licked lips and continued, "It's so strange seeing your labia with no cock thrusting out from your folds."

I giggled. "You don't have a cute, little clit like me. That's what's weird." I thrust my hand down, finding my clit nestled amid my fiery curls and silky pussy lips. I massaged it, pleasures rippling through me. "Mmm, my little button's right here. Right where your big dick thrusts from your cunt."

Candice licked her lips, her blue eyes so hungry. She made me feel so womanly. My fourteen-year-old body quivered. I let out a groan of delight, my heart thundering in my chest. I squeezed my tits tight, kneading and massaging them.

"You want to eat my pussy, don't you?" I said.

She shuddered.

"That's okay," I said. "No futa's eaten my pussy. Samantha gave it a kiss, but… None of them cared about my pleasure, did they?"

"No," Candice said and something… angry flashed across her face for a moment. Her hands balled into fists while her round tits quivered.

Then, with a hissing growl, she fell on my bed and maneuvered between my thighs. I gasped as she pushed my legs farther part, her blonde pigtails dangling past her face as she pressed her mouth into my pussy.

Licked.

My eyes bulged as her tongue danced through my folds. She licked and lapped at me, teasing me. I groaned as the pleasure surged through me. She fluttered her tongue up and down my folds, giving me such delight.

Futas had touched me, fucked me, for the last three days. But they did it for their own amusement. As Candice ate me, I felt she was doing it as much to please me as to satisfy her own desires. She was sharing her passion with me instead of just using me to get off. It was such a rush. My toes curled, my back arching as the pleasure shot through me.

"Candice!" I moaned, this bubbling warmth rippling through me. It was more than the pleasure her tongue was churning in my pussy. It was… her love flowing into me.

I felt how much she cared for me with every lick of her tongue. With every stroke up my petals to my little bud. I gasped, my back arching as she wrapped her arms around my legs and pressed me tight against her mouth. Her tongue licked and lapped at me. She teased me, drove me wild. This hot passion fluttered through me.

I ground my cunt against her mouth as she devoured me. Her tongue thrust into my sheath, fluttering around inside of me. I groaned, my hands shooting down, grabbing her blonde pigtails. I gripped her hair, holding tight to her as she feasted on me.

"Candice!" I moaned. "Oh, wow, Candice! That's wonderful!"

"You taste amazing," she panted. "This delicious tang! All those other futas were idiots for not enjoying this."

"Idiots," I whimpered as she fluttered her tongue through me. She jabbed it deep into my cunt, plunging in and out of me. "This is incredible. You're going to make me cum."

Her head lifted up. My nerdy futa-lover flashed me such a confident, smirking grin. She wanted to make me explode. I could see the pride in her eyes. She lowered her head and lapped again, fluttering her tongue through my folds.

I gripped her hair while my back arched. I ground my pussy against her licking mouth, savoring every moment that she feasted upon me. She drove me wild. She teased me. My heart hammered in my chest. The pleasure surged through me as I whimpered and groaned. I ground against her, my thighs brushing the rims of her glasses.

"Candice!" I moaned, unable to stop myself from crying out. I knew my mom was lurking nearby and probably Principal McTaggart, too, but… "Candice, yes!"

I was in the Program. Let them hear.

I pressed her face tight against my pussy. I held her their, humping against her. Her tongue danced everywhere. She caressed my labia and clit before plundering into the depths she deflowered. I whimpered. Pleasure spilled through me.

My orgasm built in my depths.

It was this hungry ache deep inside of me begging to explode out of me. It was this hot delight about to rush through me. I groaned, my pussy clenching around her probing tongue. Her cute nose rubbed into my clit.

"Oh, yes, Candice!" I gasped as her hands gripped my thighs tight. I pulled hard on her pigtails. "I love you!"

I came.

A powerful orgasm rippled out of my pussy. It surged through me, spasming my inner depths. I gasped as these intense waves of rapture rolled through me. This wasn't the hot, gasping climaxes from getting fucked hard, but gentler. Longer.

Better.

As my juices flowed out of me, Candice kept licking me. She teased my labia and brushed my clit. She drank the cream as it flooded her mouth. I moaned as she kept these wonderful waves of euphoria sweeping through me.

I clutched at her pigtails as my body bucked against her. I whimpered and moaned, stars dancing before my eyes. My head tossed back and forth as she loved my pussy—loved me!—with her delicious mouth. Her naughty tongue plundered into my convulsing sheath.

"Candice, yes!" I moaned, bucking, gasping. I kept climaxing. It was wonderful. These delicious waves swept through me, washing into my mind. "Oh, Candice, this is amazing but… but… you're not feeling good. Let me please you!

"Make love to me!"

Her head lifted from my pussy. Her blue eyes were so shiny behind her glasses. My pussy cream gleamed on her lips and chin. I was still trembling, my climax rushing through me, as she stared at me with such awe.

"Yes, yes, slid your dick in me again! I need you! I need my Candice in me!"

"Ginny!" she groaned, moving up my body.

Her nipples grazed my belly. Then our round breasts pressed together as she settled on me. Her hand, arm pinned between our stomachs, guided her thick cock to my pussy. Her face loomed about me, pigtails draping on either side of us.

I felt her cock's tip rubbing at my cunt. She found my entrance. I gasped as she thrust into my liquid depths. Another orgasm rippled out of me. My flesh convulsed around her dick, welcoming her into my pussy. Delight surged through me as she spread me wider and wider.

"Oh, Candice," I panted as her cock reached deeper and deeper into me, "you have such a big clit-dick."

"I do?" she asked, sounding shocked.

"Mmm, yes, you do! Bigger than all the rest of them." I squeezed down around her, my pussy still buzzing from my little mini-gasm. "Ooh, yes, you are stretching me open. You feel wonderful in me."

A smile grew on her lips. Those kissable lips.

I seized the back of her head and brought her mouth down to mine. I shuddered atop her, kissing her, tasting my tangy juices while her hips moved. She slid her futa-dick out of my pussy. I clung to her, increasing the friction, enhancing the buzzing bliss pounding through my veins.

I groaned into her as she thrust back into me, our nipples kissing. Our breasts were pressed tight together. I clutched at her with my thighs, my fingers dug into the blonde hair at the back of her throat, holding her to my lips.

Our tongues dueled each other. They fenced as we trembled on the bed. She pumped her girl-dick in and out of me, fucking me, driving me wild. It was this incredible rush. I was making love to her. We weren't fucking.

We were sharing something beautiful.

Our bodies moved together, hips in sync. Her clit-dick pumped in and out of my pussy. Our stomachs pressed tight, our breasts kissing. Her tongue buried into my mouth as she groaned atop me, working her futa-cock in and out of my cunt.

Already, my next orgasm built in me. That wonderful bliss that would shoot through me and leave me trembling. I kissed her with such passion, sucking on her tongue like it were a mini-cock. She whimpered, ramming harder, faster, deeper into me.

Candice broke the kiss to gasp, "Ginny! You're so wet and hot! Just like on Tuesday!"

"Uh-huh!" I whimpered, my pussy squeezing around her cock. "Just… just don't stop. Keep pumping into me. I want to cum again. I want to milk your clit-dick!"

Her eyes widened. "You want me to…"

"Yes, yes, I want you to spurt into me! I loved it when you spurted into me on Tuesday1" I nuzzled my nose against hers, bumping her glasses. "I want to take your seed. You're my futa-girlfriend!"

"Damn!" she groaned, thrusting faster and faster.

Candice plunged her futa-dick into me with such passion. I groaned as my pussy clung to her girth. She stimulated every bit of me, the fat tip of her cock rubbing along the bottom of my sheath. Tingles raced through me. I squeezed around her dick as my limbs clutched her body to mine.

She buried into me, brushing my clit. Sparks shot through me. As her futa-dick withdrew, my pussy clinging to it, those sparks found tinder. My last orgasm was like a wave, this one was a fire. I burned inside of my cunt, sweeping blissful heat through my body.

"Yes, yes, yes, Candice!" I gasped, bucking beneath her as my pussy writhed about her thrusting dick.

"Ginny!" she moaned, burying into my depths. "Oh, Ginny, yes!"

She plunged hard and deep into my pussy. She stirred me up, such delicious euphoria burning through my body. I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest. I bucked against her, biting my lower lip, the bliss devoured my body. I loved it. I didn't want this to end. I wanted to keep cumming and cumming.

To keep enjoying this rapturous delight raging inside of me.

"Cum in me, Candice!" I moaned as my pussy writhed about her clit-dick.

She whimpered, her face twisting with bliss. Then she rammed into me. I groaned as her cock erupted. Hot cum fired into my depths. Her jizz seared into me, landing on the flames of my blazing orgasm.

But she didn't douse her flames as she pumped her futa-jizz into me. She fed them. It was gasoline she spurted into my cunt. I gasped, my pussy body blazing into orgasmic rapture. I held her tight, my pussy massaging her cock, wringing her dry as the ecstasy consumed my thoughts.

"Oh, Candice, yes, yes! I love you!"

She kissed me. Our lips melted together just like our bodies were welded as one. We clung to each other as my pussy milked the last drops of her futa-cum out of me. My fiery climax reached its blazing peak. It died to simmering coals as I trembled beneath my futa-girlfriend.

I loved her so much. I'd loved her all my life, I just needed to see her as more than a friend. I needed to have my eyes open. Now that they were, I wasn't letting go of Candice. I was going to hold her forever and forever.

My nerdy futa-lover.

Candice broke the kiss, panting. "I'm so glad I have the afternoon free from school."

I grinned. "And I'm sick, so…"

She kissed me again. We had the entire day to explore our love. To learn about each other's bodies. I was greedy for it. When she broke the kiss, I rolled her onto her back, sank between her thighs, and licked her pussy.

She tasted spicy and delicious.

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Friday

It should be my last day in the Program, but I had to do a makeup day on Monday for being "sick" the day before. I didn't mind. I held my head high as moved through the hallway. Samantha had ignored me for the last two periods. She thought to humiliate me, and I wouldn't let her. I enjoyed myself in the gangbang.

More importantly, I felt what love was like. Not lust. Not that quivering passion that drove me to enjoy the gangbang and even to lose my virginity, but that warm delight that allowed one person to care for another. To want them to be happy.

I wanted Candice to be happy.

"Love that ass," Stacie said as I passed, the futa grinned at me, her dyed-purple hair so garish. She had a t-shirt on proclaiming her captain of our swim team. I had no idea.

SMACK!

I gasped as she spanked my rump. A blush rippled up me as my naked tits jiggled before me. Just part of the Program.

Other futas, and even a few girls, groped me as I moved through the hallway to the cafeteria. There was a confidence going naked had given me. I had bared all to the school, allowing them to see me at my wildest. I felt like I owned myself now. That I wasn't just Samantha's girlfriend. I was Ginny Reynolds.

My own person.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter as I walked. Pussy juices soaked my fiery bush. Futas ran their fingers across my vulva, gathering my cream and popping their digits in their mouths as I passed, grinning at me.

"Skank!" hissed a girl named Rosario as she stalked past me, her brown hair bouncing behind her.

I shrugged. "You'll get it when you're in the Program."

I kept strolling.

"I can't wait to be in the Program," Adile said before the Turkish lesbian came up to me and squeezed my tits. "I'm going to ask every girl to lick my pussy every chance I get."

I grinned at her as her delicate fingers caressed my nipples. "I hope you get chosen."

I kept going, my nipples tingling from the lesbian touch. Not much I could do about it. But it felt… nice. I shook my head, pushing that thought out of my mind. I had a futa-girlfriend now. I didn't need to do more exploring.

Randi Bjork, a junior, emerged from Ms. Rowbottom's classroom, a bright smile one the girl's face. She glanced at me and shivered. "Enjoying the Program?"

"I am."

"I heard Tina Walker has challenged you to a slut off," she told me. I didn't know Randi much at all, but people just felt comfortable coming up and talking to me. I was so… open. "You in?"

"Nope," I said. "I have a futa-girlfriend."

"Oh, I thought she broke up with you," the girl said. "Unless… Rumor has it you have another lover."

My cheeks burned. "My friend. We… found something special."

She nodded her head. "Sometimes love is found where you least expect it."

"True," I told her. "I guess no slut off for Tina. She'll just have to fuck all the futas on her own."

Randi laughed before she broke off from me.

Shelena saw me and glowered, shaking her head. Then the futa-quarterback snorted and marched away, her dreadlocks swaying about her shoulders. I smirked in delight. She wouldn't come near me thanks to Candice's little video.

I passed a group of futas fawning over the fully clothed Umeko Himura as she said, "Don't vote for Denice Jennings for homecoming queen, vote for me! Homecoming's only a week away!" The Japanese beauty spotted me and grinned. "Hey, Ginny, you'll vote for me, right?"

"Sure," I said. Samantha liked the big boobs that Denice had. It felt good to choose the opposite. Petty, but good.

"See, Ginny Reynolds wants me to be homecoming queen, and she's fearless. A Freshman who'll lead a gangbang is someone you can trust!"

My cheeks burned as I walked away.

"Let me just fuck that pussy again," Teal, a futa who shared several of my classes, moaned as she came up to me.

"Sorry," I said, spotting my futa-girlfriend ahead. "That was a one-time opportunity. I hope you savored it. Only one futa gets me now."

Teal blinked as I smiled at Candice. "But she didn't even fuck you during the gangbang."

"She was just making sure that I had a chance to try out every other cock in school so that I could know for certain that hers is the biggest," I said, winking at Teal.

The futa's jaw dropped. "That nerd… Her cock is the biggest. Is that why you cheated on Samantha?"

"I cheated on Samantha because I didn't love her," I said. "Candice having a huge cock is just a bonus."

Then I was at my futa-girlfriend's side. Her blue eyes shone behind her glasses. She wore a light-green dress today that fell past her knees. She needed to show more of her sexy bod and not hide it. I slipped my arms around her neck and gave her a welcoming kiss.

Her hands groped my rump.

"Damn," Teal said. "Candice, really?"

I broke the kiss and winked at Teal.

Candice and I got our food and sat down. As some of Candice's friends sat down—Paloma and her girlfriend Salome, along with the two futas who really liked photographing me—I leaned over and whispered to Candice, "Hurry up and eat. I need satisfaction."

She had a huge grin on her face. I couldn't help but kiss her, not caring who saw. Then, because I really needed that satisfaction, I slipped onto her lap. I was still in the Program, so why not enjoy myself.

I was glad I was chosen. The Program changed me in ways that I would always be grateful for.

To be continued in the next Naked in School Tale…