Futa Naked In School – Winning the Futa Vote

Chapter One: Denice’s Naked Futa Campaign

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Denice Jenning’s Week, Monday

“I hope you’ll vote for me,” I said Monday morning as students were heading to the weekly Program assembly. “You know you want a cutie like me for homecoming queen!”

“Maybe,” said Stacie. The purple-haired futa took a flyer.

“If I win your vote, will you get the entire swim team to support me?” I asked, giving the futa a wink.

She laughed. “I don’t control them, but we’ll see.”

She sauntered by, heading inside the gymnasium for the assembly. Today, four new students would be selected to have to attend the week at our college naked. Last week, the start of the Program, had caused quite a stir. The two girls chosen last week, Ginny Reynolds and Tina Walker, had gotten into a slut off or something. Ginny was gangbanged in the restroom so, of course, Tina, a senior who wasn’t about to be shown up by a freshman, had to out do Ginny. Tina had organized nearly every futa in school to fuck her.

A few years ago, this would never have happened. But things had changed in America. A true sexual freedom revolt had happened. Incest laws were repealed. While there might be a stigma for going around naked in public, it wasn’t against the law any longer. Futas or women were free to show tits, ass, pussy, and clit-dicks all they wanted. Sometimes it wasn’t practical, but they could do it.

Even better, sex was not only allowed, it was encouraged. Breakthroughs in medical field had eliminated STDs, and with the birth control shot, you only needed an injection once a year to keep any futa-sperm from fertilizing your eggs.

To help promote this, colleges across the country were encouraged to join the Program. The rules were simple, if you were a selected student, you had to attend classes naked (except for any necessary protection for personal safety, like lab aprons or pads during PE), you had to use the facilities of the opposite genders (us girls had to use the futas’ restroom and locker room), and you had to allow any person to make reasonable requests.

That was the naughty part.

A reasonable request could range from posing for a picture to letting a person grope your body. There could be no penetration of the mouth, pussy, or asshole without your permission, but they could rub your vulva or stroke your cock. They could make you cum.

It sounded both exciting and terrifying.

“Please support me for homecoming queen,” the busty Umeko Himura said, handing out flyers at the other side of the gymnasium’s entrance.

I shot the girl a hard look. She was Japanese, glasses perched on her delicate face, her large tits almost falling out of her low-cut top. She was an honor roll student, but you wouldn’t know it from how she shamelessly flirted.

“Mmm, you’ll support me, won’t you, Danita and Shanene?” she purred to the Hayward twins, a pair of identical futas. “Maybe we can have a little fun together at the dance.”

“Maybe,” one of the twins said, a big grin on her face.

“Be careful she doesn’t smother you with her big, saggy udders!” I shouted over the crowd.

“Udders!” Umeko hissed, glaring at me. She arched her back, practically thrusting her tits, clad in a tight top, out before her. “You’re one to talk. Your boobs are almost as big as mine.” She paused, a malicious twinkle dancing behind her glasses. “Almost.”

“But mine are still ripe and perky,” I said. “Double D’s, just the right size. Not freakish K cups like you.”

“I’m an F Cup!” she hissed back.

“I think you both have great tits,” said a freshman named Samantha. She has been dating Ginny until the gangbang, then they broke up, or so rumors gossiped.

“Well, you can support me then,” I said, handing her a flyer. “I need all the support. Can’t let a senior win. She’s so old.”

“I’m a year older than you, Denice!” hissed Umeko. “Not a decrepit hag.”

“See, she admits it,” I said, winking at Samantha.

The freshman futa grinned. “Hope you get chosen for the Program.”

She sauntered towards the entrance, whistling until she stiffened. She spotted her former girlfriend walking naked down the hall. Ginny was hanging on the arms of a nerdy futa with blonde hair. The pair looked close. I heard Samantha was cuckolded and lost her girl to someone named Candice.

Such drama. I normally hated it, but I wanted to be homecoming queen so badly.

My eyes flicked to Ginny. She was a slender girl with round, naked breasts, her green eyes bright as she strolled down the halls. She didn’t seem to notice the futas groping her ass or tits while she talked to the nerdy blonde. The pair shared a giggle.

“Support me for homecoming,” I said, thrusting a flyer out at the couple.

“Ginny’s already pledged her support for me,” Umeko said, a big grin on her face.

“I did,” Ginny said. “But Candice is free to vote for whom she likes.”

Candice’s cheeks reddened. “I… Let’s just get inside.”

“I’ll support you for a flash of those tits,” said Shelena, our college’s quarterback. She was only a sophomore, but the African-American futa had talent on the field.

It went to her swollen head.

She stopped before me, an arrogant, if gorgeous, Black futa. Her ebony skin was such a rich hue. Her big boobs jiggled in her halter top. Her large cock bulged the skinny jeans she wore. Always showing off.

“I’d rather shove a rusty trombone up my ass then show you my tits,” I hissed. “Though I bet Umeko would love to bear all she’s got.”

“They are lovely tits,” Shelena said, glancing over at Umeko. “Hope one of you is chosen today. I can’t wait to thrust my cock into your pussies.”

I sneered at her. “You aren’t getting my permission for that.”

Shelena shrugged. “We’ll see.” Then her head snapped around. “Yo, you, did you do it?” She sauntered after a nerdy couple, a girl and a futa. The futa quivered, looking like she was staring at a shark. The girl clung to her as Shelena barked, “Spit it out, Paloma!”

“I… I did it,” said Paloma, the futa. She pulled out some papers. “Just redo them in your handwriting. You’ll get a B.”

Shelena nodded then sauntered into the gymnasium. I frowned at the nerdy futa. She had her shoulders hunched while the girl, they must be dating, whispered to her. Then the pair darted into inside for the assembly.

I shook my head in disgust. Bullies were the worst.

Five minutes later, I had more promises to vote for me, so I headed into the gymnasium. Umeko walked a few steps ahead of me, heading to her friends in the senior section of the stands. I found a spot in the junior’s section, sitting down as President McTaggart came out to the middle of the room. The futa had a bubbly expression on her face, a look at home on a futa-schoolgirl than a mature adult.

“Good morning everyone!” the president said. “Can I get a great, big Rogers College welcome!”

I cheered with everyone, showing my school spirit. I was campaigning. I had to show my school spirit and be proud to be a Rogers’s Rams. The sounds echoed through the gymnasium. Several hundred college students could make a racket. The cheerleaders, led by my friend Tatyana, were doing high kicks and thrusting their pompoms into the air, purple skirts flaring.

“Yes, yes, the Program is off to an excellent start,” said President McTaggart. “Even if Ginny has to do a makeup day for being sick last week.”

So that was why she was still naked. I just thought she liked it.

“I know you’re all anxious for which two futas and girls will be chosen for this week,” the president continued, her voice booming through the PA system. “Let’s do futas first!”

She called the names of two futas, a freshman and a sophomore, that I didn’t know. They both looked nervous as they stripped naked. I couldn’t help the excitement quivering through me as I saw them take off their panties, their hard dicks springing out before them. Both were flushed cheeks, clearly embarrassed at being erect before the student body.

“I’m bigger!” Shelena shouted, her hands cupped about her mouth.

What a cunt.

“I’m sure you are, Shelena,” said President McTaggart. “And if you get chosen, I’m sure plenty of girls will swoon.”

I noticed Ginny making a gagging face to her girlfriend. The pair giggled, Candice arm around the naked girl, her hand holding onto Ginny’s round breast. The couple looked at ease, so close considering they just started dating. They had an intimacy that was surprising.

Were they friends or something beforehand?

“Now sometimes we like to choose people randomly,” the president continued, “but other times it’s more fun to select girls involved in school activities for this week.”

My eyes widened. “Oh, no.”

“So, I thought it would be fun if our two leading candidates for homecoming queen joined the Program. Denice Jennings and Umeko Himura are our girls going naked this week, representing the juniors and seniors respectively.”

The gymnasium exploded in applause.

It thundered through the room as I groaned. This couldn’t be happening. I wanted to shrink down, but when I saw Umeko bound to her feet with such an eager expression, I realized I couldn’t shy away. I had to be just as eager as her. I had to show as much school spirit as possible.

I donned my biggest smile and stood up. I put a saunter to my steps, my jeans whisking as I strutted down the stairs, passing cheering futas. I waved to the horny dickgirls, loving the looks of joy on their faces. I saw so many bulging pants and skirts, nipples poking at their tops. Futas often didn’t wear bras even when they had tits as big as mine.

I waved to them. I blew kisses to the crowd.

“DENICE!” started chanting from the junior section of the crowd. “DENICE! DENICE!”

From the senior seats came: “UMEKO! UMEKO! UMEKO!”

The two cheers warred with each other.

“DENICE!”

“UMEKO!”

“DENICE!”

“UMEKO!”

I shuddered as the sophomores and freshman took up the cheers, rising in their seats. Girls were joining in, voicing which one of us they wanted. The cheerleaders were shaking their pompoms, their purple skirts swirling about their lush thighs. Tatyana winked at me as I walked by her.

“DENICE!”

“UMEKO!”

I was scared and, strangely, horny when I reached the president. The redheaded futa-president grinned at me, her dick tenting her skirt. Though sex was made free and liberal, professors and other staff members weren’t allowed to do things with students outside of using Program participants as visual aides during their lessons.

But that didn’t mean they couldn’t ogle us.

“I hope your wife doesn’t notice you staring at us,” I muttered, my voice almost swallowed by the cheers. President McTaggart’s wife taught German and coached gymnastics and the track and field teams.

“As long as I don’t touch,” said the president, her voice bubbly. She held up two bags. “Now, clothing off, girls. You can keep your shoes and socks on, but everything else goes into the bag.”

I sighed as Umeko popped off her stretch top without hesitation, her large tits constrained in a maroon bra. It looked enticing with geometric designs drawn in black fabric on the front. It contrasted with the pale-olive hue to her skin. Her silky, black hair swept about her shoulders as she reached behind her and undid the fastener.

Her bra came off.

“UMEKO!”

“UMEKO!”

The shouts drowned out my supporters as her big, pillowy tits came into view, her dusky-olive nipples thrusting hard before her. She grinned, arching her back and shaking her big udders at them. My cheeks burned. I couldn’t let her outdo me. I grabbed the hem of my blouse and yanked it over my head, my breasts bouncing in my lilac bra.

When my tits came into view, big and firm, my nipples a succulent dark red, my supporters roared their delight.

“DENICE!”

“DENICE!”

For a second, they were winning until both sides reached an equilibrium again.

“DENICE!”

“UMEKO!”

“DENICE!”

“UMEKO!”

I kicked off my shoes and unzipped my jeans. I wouldn’t be outdone. Umeko was already stepping out of her panties now, revealing her shaved pussy. Her juices glistened on her flushed vulva, her slit tight and inviting. She blew kisses to the crowd, naked and unembarrassed, her cheeks flushed dark.

I pushed my jeans and panties down in one go, bending over and thrusting my ass at the senior and junior side of she gymnasium. My tits swayed before and my braid of blonde hair dangled off my shoulder. I wiggled my hips, working my pants down lower and lower. I could my trimmed bush and juicy pussy was on display, my cream flowing.

I felt so exposed.

This thrill shot through me every time I heard my supporters shout my name.

“DENICE!”

“UMEKO!”

It was this kinky, wild thrill. I couldn’t believe how hot this made me. How excited. My heart thundered in my chest as I stepped out of my jeans and panties. I threw them in the back then thrust my arm into the air like a cheerleader, my large tits swaying.

“Aren’t they both just beautiful?” asked President McTaggart into the microphone. Her words boomed through the gymnasium.

“DENICE!”

“UMEKO!”

“Your candidates for homecoming queen!” the president shouted then started clapping.

“DENICE!”

“UMEKO!”

“DENICE!”

“UMEKO!”

I quivered, pussy juices running down my thighs as the shouts roared over me. It was intoxicating. It had me quivering in delight. My eyes darted around the gymnasium, seeing students from all four years lusting for me. Mostly futas, but there were some girls, like this freshman cutie named Adile.

I felt so confident. I felt like I was going to win. I would flirt. I would use being naked for a week to get everyone to follow me. I felt so excited. My victory was assure. There were so many people calling my name and…

Umeko bounced on the balls of her feet, shaking her tits as she waved at the students.

“Okay, get to your class,” said President McTaggart. “I hope we have another amazing week in the Program.”

The futas descended.

They surrounded me like hungry vultures. I smiled at them as they grabbed my tits. Hands squeezed and groped my large breasts. Others stroked down my back to squeeze my rump. Someone’s hands thrust between my thighs, rubbing at my pussy through my trimmed, blonde bush.

“I’ll vote for you,” groaned Samantha, her eyes glassy. I realized it was her fingers rubbing along my pussy lips, brushing my clit. She hovered over the entrance like she wanted to penetrate me. “If you…”

“What?” I asked, arching my eyebrows.

“If you fuck me!” the freshman futa moaned.

“Why, so she can be unimpressed with your dick!” Shelena snorted. She grabbed Samantha and pulled her away. “You lost your girl to a nerd.”

Samantha’s face flashed red, then she darted away.

“Now I’ll guarantee the entire football team’s vote if you fuck me, Denice,” Shelena said, shoving her hand between my thighs.

Her touch was electric. I quivered as the Black futa caressed me, adding delight to the other futas around me. Fingers pinched my nipples. They twisted them, sending tingling rapture rippling down to my molten cunt. I whimpered, squirming around all these sexy futas.

“Yeah, fuck us,” moaned the Hayward twins. They were behind me, squeezing my ass. One kissed my shoulder.

“Fuck me and my twin sister,” the other said. “It’ll be hot! We’d love to share you!”

“No, fuck me!” groaned a futa, a fellow junior named Inga.

“You would definitely get my vote,” said Teal, a freshman I didn’t know that well.

“Just say the word,” Shelena groaned, her fingers sliding up and down my pussy. Her large tits quivered in her blouse. The ebony-skinned beauty grinned at me. “I’ll let you ride my big dick. Largest in school.”

“It’s not,” Ginny Reynolds said as she sauntered by, hardly any futas touching her. They were all around me or Umeko. “Candice’s is bigger.”

“Ginny,” Candice said, squirming.

Ginny giggled, her cheeks as red as her hair. The pair vanished while I groaned, teased by the hands rubbing my flesh. Shelena’s fingers massaged my clit. She was skilled at that. I whimpered as the sophomore futa-quarterback teased me. Flutters rippled through my body. My breasts jiggled and swayed, my hands clenched as my eyes fell on her lush, big tits.

“Just say the word,” Shelena purred, my body quivering. “We can have a wild time. I’ll vote for you.”

“Mmm, but what guarantees do I have that you won’t vote for Umeko after you fuck me?” I asked, quivering. I grabbed her breast through her top, squeezing her plump fullness. She had tits almost as big as mine. I felt no bra, my fingers sweeping over her nipple.

She grinned at me.

“My word.”

“But you’re word is garbage,” I said, finding her nipple and pinching.

She gasped, her eyes widening as I twisted. Her face contorted in pain. She ripped her hand away, fury crossing across her expression. I arched an eyebrow, still twisting her nub, seeing her futa-pride crashing across her face.

I dared her to strike. It would be the end of her. With all these witness. With the president over there. I hated bullies.

Shelena scowled and whirled away. She strutted, her hips swaying as she went after Umeko. That cow-uttered sow could rut with the quarterback all she wanted. I would have better supporters. Like those delicious twins nibbling on my neck.

“Mmm, futas,” I moaned, “I’ll pose pictures for you, and come Friday night, I will dance naked with all of you if you support me. And who knows what will happen on a night that magical.”

The futas groaned around me.

I sauntered forward, my body on fire. I wanted to cum so badly. I wanted to let them keep rubbing me until I exploded. Wicked thoughts of doing naughty things to them, of falling to my knees and sucking their cocks, of letting them gangbang me the way Tina Walker had done last week, shot through my imagination. I quivered as my large breasts swayed before me.

“You are so hot, Denice!” one of the Hayward twins groaned, her voice so husky and sensual.

“My futa-sister and I love you!” the other panted.

“I’ll vote for you for just a handjob!” the eager freshman groaned, Teal’s eyes burning.

“I’ll eat your pussy,” Stacie Ward said as she sauntered past. She smacked my rump. “How’s that for a promise?”

I shuddered, my ass burning. I watched the captain of the swim team strolled away, my entire body burning. I flexed my fingers and shook my head. Her words were appealing. I didn’t have a futa-girlfriend at the moment—I broke up with Hazel Reed over the summer when she got boring—so I could indulge, but…

Why give it to them that easily?

I sauntered to my second period class, PE. My boobs were so sore bouncing before me without a bra for support. All the futas swarmed me in the locker room afterward, wanting to wash me. I used the time to do more politicking, and it made me so horny. I was on fire when I entered my next class, English. The professor, Ms. Rowbottom, glanced at me. The Black futa arched an eyebrow, her brown eyes twinkling. “Do you need satisfaction, Denice?”

My friend, a girl named Randi, giggled, sitting in the front row. “You look horny.”

Every head in the classroom shot to mine. Leann Winthrop, a futa on the student council, arched her eyebrows,eager to do it. My body was on fire. I could take the first ten minutes of class to masturbate, or have assistance from a volunteer, to cum. It was so tempting, but…

I could control myself. I didn’t need to be gangbanged like Ginny or Tina. I didn’t judge them—who they had sex with was their business—but I wanted to get all the futas so frustrated that they were begging to vote for me just hoping I’d do anything with them.

It proved a difficult strategy to follow through.

Campaign was so much… wilder when I was naked. Futas were coming up to me, squeezing my tits, fingering my pussy, even stroking my asshole. I had my nipples tweaked and even licked, but they couldn’t suck on them. I posed in pictures for them, clinging to their bodies, squeezing their tits or cocks through their clothing while they beamed.

“I’ll vote for you!” they all promised after I gave them quick kisses on the lips.

Girls, too, posed with me. That freshman girl from the assembly, who must be a lesbian, sidled up to me. Adile had such exotic skin. She must be Middle Eastern with that dusky hue. She shoved her hand between my thighs, rubbing my cunt while one of the A/V club nerds, a black-haired futa named Lizaveta Kuznetsov, snapped the picture.

Adile pulled her fingers away and sucked them clean, moaning, “You taste good. Maybe me and you could sixty-nine sometimes.”

“Maybe,” I told her with a wink. I’d never really thought about girls, but she looked cute in her tight jeans, her round breasts jiggling in her knit-sweater top. “Do I have your vote?”

“I don’t know,” she said, her tone flirty. “Umeko’s got great tits, too, and her pussy might taste even better.”

“No way that’s possible,” I told her, my body on fire.

During lunch, two of the cheerleaders, an Arab sophomore named Jalila with dark-brown skin, and a freshman named Genevieve with midnight black hair and blue eyes, posed with me. I had my arms around both cheerleaders, the pair in their purple and gold uniforms. They cuddled up on either side of me, both smelling so sweet. They stood on one leg, their others bent before me, their knees meeting above my stomachs. It was almost like they were humping against my hips.

They gripped my large breasts and pressed their faces against mine. My skin felt alive. Pussy juices trickled own my thighs as I quivered their. Genevieve’s fingers found my nipple, pinching my nub while I moaned.

My hands slid lower, gripping their asses through their pleated skirts.

“Say cheese,” Lizaveta said, holding her camera. The nerdy futa was having a blast taking our photos, her jeans tented by her hard futa-dick.

“Cheese!” the three of us said.

The camera flashed as she took our pictures.

“This will look great in the yearbook,” the futa said. “Cheerleaders posing with the future homecoming queen.”

“She hasn’t won yet,” Umeko sneered as she sauntered by, a group of futas panting after her, one holding her food tray.

I glared at her.

“No, she hasn’t,” said Tanisha Reed.

I shuddered as the junior sauntered up to me. She was another futa on the football team, an Amazonian beauty. She was a defensive linebacker. She had a big grin on her dark face, her Afro fuzzy and giving her a wild look. Her round breasts were almost spilling out of the low-cut, blue blouse she wore, her skirt swirling about toned thighs.

“Shelena wants us all to vote for Umeko,” Tanisha continued as she took the cheerleader’s place posing with me.

“Oh?” I asked then gasped as she shoved her ebony hand between my thighs. She rubbed my pussy, stroking me through my blonde bush. I groaned, my braid swaying down my naked back.

“Shelena’s a dick,” Tanisha continued. “I think I’d rather throw in my lot with you.”

“I’m not fucking you for a vote,” I moaned even as my pussy clenched, aching for those knowing fingers to slam into me.

“Not asking for it,” she said, her other hand grabbing my ass.

“Say cheese!” Lizaveta said.

Tanisha snorted. I smiled as the photo snapped, my body on fire. She pulled her hand away, leaving me quivering. I was so close to my orgasm. I wanted it so badly. I almost asked her to fuck me right here, not caring we were in the cafeteria.

Tanisha licked her dark fingers clean of my tangy cream. Before she turned to saunter away, I saw the large bulge of her futa-dick tenting her skirt. Then she whirled, her ass swaying as she strutted on her heels, so tall and sexy.

“Damn,” I moaned, quivering.

Then another futa sidled up to me, a big grin on her lips. She hugged me from behind, humping her cock into my rump as she groped my tits and nibbled on my neck. My pussy clenched, juices dribbling down my thighs.

I was on fire.

Lunch was torture. No girl or futa posed with me long enough to get me off. They all touched me, teasing my nipples, stroking my plump vulva and aching labia. None penetrated me, only frustrated me. One bold futa acutely sucked my nipple before darting off to her friends who all giggled.

My first afternoon class, orchestra practice, was hard to focus in. When Miss Kerry asked if I wanted relief, I almost said yes. It was the first day. I shouldn’t need to surrender, but it was so hard resisting my lusts. I squirmed on the seat, my pussy leaving a puddle of my passion behind as I struggled to play my clarinet.

I couldn’t focus on Miss Kerry leading the orchestra. My eyes were glazed over. I groaned, my heart thudding in my chest. I felt eyes on me. Two futas, Flower and Eve, kept glancing at me as they sat on either side of me. During rests, they would rub my thighs or squeeze my tits, keeping me on the edge of orgasming.

I squeaked a lot on my clarinet.

When class ended, Flower moaned, “I wished I was in your next class. I would totally volunteer to give you satisfaction.”

Satisfaction…

That word echoed through my mind as I was groped, stroked, teased, and tortured on my way to my fifth class, Medieval History. I was delirious. My entire body brimmed with lust. It was so much. No wonder Ginny was getting gangbanged by her third day.

I had never been hornier in my life.

I stumbled into my class just as the warning bell rang. I shuddered, my large tits heaving, my thighs coated in so much pussy juices. All I smelled when I inhaled was my tangy cunt. My bush was utterly soaked.

“Ah, Denice,” Miss Adair said, giving me a big smile. Her nipples hardened against her blouse, her tongue flicking across her lips. Her brown eyes burned. “I am so glad you’re here. You look like you’re in need of satisfaction.”

Every futa in the room straightened up. Stacie Ward was sitting nearest me. The purple-haired futa arched her eyebrows at me. Her tongue flicked across her lips in such a suggestive manner. My pussy clenched as I remembered her promise earlier.

“I need satisfaction!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t control myself any longer. I was lost to this haze of need. “Stacie! I want you to eat my pussy! You can hold your breath, right?”

“I’ll snorkel in your cunt and prove it,” Stacie said, a cocky grin on her face. Her hazel eyes quivered. Her nipples were hard atop her small breasts, her tight, sleeveless top molding to them.

“Good!” I moaned. I dropped my bookbag as the class all broke out in cheers.

I sat down on Stacie’s desk. It was wide enough for me to face the futa. I threw my right leg over her ducking head, presenting my blonde-furred muff for her to feast on. To satiate me. I couldn’t take this torture any longer.

“Make me explode!” I moaned, my pussy clenching. My tart musk only grew smaller.

“Do it!” gasped Iesha, a horny futa.

“Ooh, I could use getting my pussy licked!” Sanaa said, the girl shivering.

“I’ll do it!” volunteered Iesha.

“Or me,” Christina groaned, another futa.

“Eww, no!” Sanaa said.

“You’re so brave, Denice,” Ivory said, leaning forward to watch. The girl had a wild gleam in her eyes.

“I’m so horny!” I moaned, my large tits heaving. “Come on, Stacie, get eating. Make me cum while the entire class watches.

“Yes,” groaned Miss Adair. She rubbed her hands up and down her skirt, groping her pussy threw it. “Give her satisfaction.”

Stacie’s chair scraped back as she leaned down. Her hands slid up my thighs. Her lips were hot as she kissed at my inner flesh. I groaned, a hot shiver running through me. It shot up my pussy to my cunt. I groaned, my snatch clenching as she kissed higher and higher. My heart thundered in my chest. I squirmed, my juices flowing.

Her tongue dragged up my leg, sending ripples up my skin. She was licking up the cream staining my inner thighs. Her dyed-purple hair brushed my inner flesh as she came closer and closer, nibbling on me.

“Stop teasing me and eat me!” I moaned.

“I want you to enjoy this,” Stacie answered. “When I eat a girl, I make sure it’s done right.”

“Oh, yes,” whimpered Sanaa. “Pay attention, futas!”

Had she been eaten by Stacie?

Chairs scraped as the futas crowded in to watch, our professor with them. I groaned, squirming. My heart thundered in my chest as Stacie came closer and closer to my pussy. Then her lips were nuzzling through my blonde bush. My tits jiggled and heaved.

Her tongue lapped through my folds. I shuddered at the hot delight, my back arching. A wanton moan escaped my lips. It felt wonderful to be touched instead of being teased. Stacie sought to please me. To make me cum and give me satisfaction. This wasn’t about Stacie perving on me. This wasn’t about her enjoying groping a naked girl. This was all about her giving me delight.

I shuddered as her tongue danced through my folds. She had her face pressed tight into me, licking, lapping, teasing me.

It was amazing.

“Oh, Stacie, yes!” I moaned, my back arching. “Ooh, you got your face deep in my snatch. You’re like snorkeling in my cunt. I love it.”

“Yes, she is,” groaned Iesha.

“Just tonguing you,” whimpered Dina, a slender futa.

“So lucky,” groaned Sanaa.

“Just got to go naked, then you can get your snatch eaten in class,” Christina said.

I let their words flow over me as Stacie proved how good she was at holding her breath. She had her face pressed into my snatch. I didn’t know how she could breathe at all. Her nose nuzzled into my clit while her tongue wiggled so deep into me.

I gasped, my back arching. My breasts jiggled and swayed before me. My thighs squeezed around her purple hair, holding her head in place. I leaned back, my hands gripping the edge of her desk. I humped against her, grinding my snatch on her mouth.

“Yes, yes, Stacie! Eat me!” I moaned. “That’s it. Get that tongue in me. I’m going to cum! I need this so badly!”

“Go, Denice, go!” Felicia cheered. “Woot, that’s hot!”

“So hot!” I moaned back, stars dancing before my eyes. My heart raced. Thunder pounded through my veins. “Mmm, Stacie, you are amazing! I wish my exes ate pussy as well as you! I’d still be dating them.”

Stacie only growled her hunger into me. She squeezed my thighs as she fluttered her tongue through my folds. She drove me wild. My orgasm swelled faster and faster. Every lick of her tongue, every swipe through my folds, had me trembling in bliss. I whimpered, my head tossing back and forth. I groaned, my hands flexing.

Her tongue dove so deep into me. She fluttered it through my folds, driving me wild. My eyes squeezed shut. My heart pounded in my chest. I whimpered and moaned. The heat built and built in me. This delicious, amazing, outstanding bliss brought me closer and closer to exploding.

“Oh, my goddess, that’s it!” I gasped. “Just keep licking me! I’m going to… Cum!”

My orgasm burst through me. Hot waves of bliss rippled through my pussy. My eyes fluttered. The pleasure washed through my body. My head threw back. I gasped and moaned, squirming and grinding against her hungry mouth.

Her tongue fluttered through my folds. She lapped up my cream, keeping my bliss alive. My pussy convulsed, spasming, aching to be filled. Her tongue felt nice, but I needed something more. I’d never fucked a futa before the third date.

Not before I was sure of my feelings.

Right now, I didn’t care.

“Stacie, get your dick in me!” I howled. “I need to cum.”

“Yes, fuck her!” Christina groaned, squeezing her cock through her jeans.

“You have five minutes, make them count, Stacie,” Miss Adair moaned, a look of such lust on her as she rubbed her cunt through her skirt.

“Give it to her!” gasped Dina.

“Fuck her hard,” cheered a girl named Felicia.

Stacie lifted her face from my pussy. Her small breasts heaved in her tight top, nipples poking hard. My cream coated her lips and cheeks. She ripped up her skirt, her pantyhose covering her black panties and bulging cock. She shoved both nylons and underwear down in a single go, her dick popping out, thrusting from her shaved pussy, her labia clinging about her futa-cock’s base.

“Damn, Denice,” groaned Stacie. “You don’t have to do this. I’m fine.”

“No, no, fuck me!” I moaned, grabbing her dick. I was out of control with lust. “I need more satisfaction. Make me cum with this dick!”

She kissed me hard as I guided her cock to my pussy. I squirmed on her desk as I rubbed her into my blonde bush. I tasted my tart passion on her mouth, savoring my cream as she buried into me. I whimpered into her kiss. My pussy, still trembling, welcomed her dick.

My silky snatch squeezed around her girth as the futas cheered her on. I shuddered, unable to believe I was having sex in my Medieval History class. College felt so surreal, but it was amazing to feel her pumping away in me. She fucked me hard, driving her dick into me as our tongues dueled.

Her hands stroked my naked back, my braided hair swinging as I shuddered. I squirmed, clutching to her. My nipples rubbed against her top, feeling her hard nubs through the material. I whimpered, tingles racing through me, shooting down to my pussy.

I whimpered, my cunt rejoicing every time Stacie slammed into me and filled me. She fucked me hard. My desk groaned beneath her. I shuddered, hugging her tight. Our bodies heaved together. We worked towards our pleasure.

My tongue danced and dueled with hers. My tongue fluttered through her mouth. I gripped her hard. It was this incredible treat to feel. I whimpered into the kiss, my pussy clenching around her. I gripped her, held onto her.

She buried to the hilt in me again and again. She slammed her dick into my depths. My orgasm built again. This fast, hot tide of passion rose inside of me. Every plunge of her futa-cock into my cunt churned me up.

I broke the kiss to moan, “Oh, yes, yes! This is amazing! Wonderful! Oh, yes, yes, Stacie! Cum in me!”

Cheers erupted from the futas.

“Damn!” Stacie groaned, her dick slamming hard into my cunt.

The desk creaked beneath me. She pumped with such passion. I held her tight, rubbing my tits into her top, my nipples drinking in the feel of the fabric of her top, the impression of her small breasts rubbing against my boobs. I squirmed and shuddered against her. I gripped her tight.

“Cum in me!” I moaned again. “Just fire that jizz into me. I’m on the shot. I love feeling a futa spurt in me!”

“Cum in her!” moaned the futas. “Cum in her!”

“Do it!” cheered Felicia.

“Yes,” panted our professor, her face flushed.

My clit throbbed every time Stacie slammed into me. Her pubic bone crushed it, her shaved pudenda rubbing against my sensitive bud. I whimpered, my eyes widening. Her dick speared into me hard.

I came.

My pussy convulsed around her dick. I bucked on the desk, my snatch writhing and spasming. My flesh sucked at her girl-cock. My hair danced about my shoulders. I whimpered as the heat slammed through me. This wonderful bliss that swept through my body.

“Oh, yes, that’s it!” I moaned. “Oh, you’re making me feel incredible. Oh, my goddess, I’m cumming so hard on your futa-dick, Stacie!”

“Yes!” she moaned and rammed into me. Her face twisted in bliss.

Her cum fired into my snatch.

I shuddered as hot jizz pumped into my twat. Blast after blast of her thick futa-cream filled me. I groaned, my pussy milking her. It was incredible. What my body had craved all day as I posed and paraded around school.

I groaned out in rapture. My eyes fluttered. I clung to her, my body shifting, shuddering. Every blast of her cum sent another wave of passion through me. My thoughts melted as my cunt welcomed every drop of her futa-cum.

“Oh, my goddess, I needed that!” I moaned. “Oh, thank you, Stacie.”

“You definitely got my vote now,” Stacie moaned. “You’re going to be homecoming queen!”

“Yes!” I hissed, my pussy clenching around her futa-dick.

She pulled her cock out of me. I savored the feel of her cum dripping out of my pussy. I drifted to my seat, sank down, and then just let the class pass in an orgasmic daze. I was feeling so high, glad I only had one more class to go.

My Final class passed swiftly. I posed with some more futas, started to get horny again, but the school day was swiftly over. I collected my clothes from the president’s office, dressed just outside, and waved goodbye to my admires.

“I hope you all vote for me!” I said. I blew some kisses then sauntered home.

I had homework to do. I smiled, feeling good about spending my first day naked at college.

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Tuesday

I arrived the next day and found President McTaggart waiting with a big smile on her lips. The futa shook a bag she held at me. I put on a grin as my admirers were already waiting to pose with me some more.

“Let’s just get those pesky clothes off you, Denice,” the president said, her green eyes twinkling. The wind rustled her red hair.

My cheeks burned. You’d think yesterday—walking around naked, posing with all the futas, and getting eaten out and fucked by Stacie in my history class—would take away being embarrassed. It didn’t.

I pulled off the simple t-shirt I wore since I didn’t see the need for anything fancy. My breasts bounced in my sports bra, another easy item to slip off. My tits spilled out as I peeled the stretchy, gray material upwards. Groans came from my admires. Lizaveta was snapping fresh pictures, the nerdy futa grinning at me the entire time. She kept groping her hard dick between pics.

Feeling saucy, and getting in the spirit of it now that my tits were out, I turned, bent over, and pulled off my sweat pants and panties in one go, my ass and pussy on display. I shivered, feeling all the eyes on me.

“That’s perfect,” Lizaveta moaned, her voice an almost squeaking soprano. “I can see your pussy peeking through your pubic hair.”

“Good,” I said, shivering. “Pass that pic out to all my fans. Put a kiss on the pic and say, ‘I love you all, Denice!’”

“Oh, yes,” she moaned as I straightened and dropped my clothing into the bag.

“Glad you’re getting in the spirit of it,” purred President McTaggart.

I was heading for the doors when the Hayward twins appeared, one in tight jeans and a belly shirt, the other in a halter top that cupped her large tits and a flirty skirt. They both grinned at me, their brown eyes hungry.

“I hear you’re fucking futas to earn votes,” said Danita. I knew it was her because she usually wore jeans.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I didn’t fuck Stacie for her vote.” I so wished Stacie hadn’t said that I had her votes after our romp. “I just needed to get laid.”

“We could help you with that,” the twins said.

“Maybe if I win,” I said, “and you vote for me.”

I sauntered between them, brushing their breasts through their tops and squeezing both their cocks through their clothing. A naughty surge ran through me. It would be kinda hot to fuck a pair of twin futas, to feel their identical dicks slamming into me.

Maybe I should ask them for satisfaction.

“Hey, Denice,” Tanisha Reed said. The Amazonian futa sauntered to me on her heels, her hips swaying and round breasts jiggling. She wore a belly shirt today, her coffee-brown midriff on display. “I’ve heard rumors.”

I groaned as her arm went around my shoulder, pulling me to her. “I’m not fucking for votes.”

“Umeko is,” Tanisha said, nodding ahead to a crowd. I could hear moans coming from there.

Sexual moans.

“Shelena’s fucking her right now, and a lot of the football team is lining up,” Tanisha said, her hand sliding down to squeeze my rump. “Umeko’s promising to fuck anyone, futa or girl, who will vote for her. I’d hate to see you lose. I think you’re hotter than Umeko.”

I groaned as she squeezed my rump. “Dammit.” I swallowed, glancing at Umeko. My pussy was growing wetter and wetter listening to Umeko moan and gasp. “I’m not losing to that slut. Do I have your vote, Tanisha?”

“Depends on how good your pussy is,” Tanisha said, her grin spreading.

“Oh, it’s amazing!” I said, speaking louder. “My cunt’s better than Umeko, and I’ll prove it! Vote for me, and you’re getting the best pussy in school!”

Tanisha’s grin grew. She shoved me back against the locker. Right here, in the middle of the hallway, I started my campaign to be the next homecoming queen in earnest. I would do anything to beat Umeko.

Fuck anyone.

To be continued…

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