Futa Naked in School Ch. 01

Futa Naked in School

Futa's Naked Temptation 1: Ginny Bares All

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 College 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 eighteen, I thought I was blossoming well, my breasts nice and round. Maybe I'd be as busty as some of those other girls in year or two. 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 hard. 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, Candice?"

"Maybe she's your type of girl," I muttered, giving Samantha a look as she eyed the busty Junior, the twenty-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 high school, and now that we were in college, 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 campus, then it won't get a foothold here. If you are chosen, 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 nineteen-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 College 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 president, 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 College. 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 college. 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, obscenity laws, and incest laws, 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 hoped it was me she wanted to penetrate. My cheeks burned at that thought.

The president waited for the cheering to die before continuing, "Further, professors 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," President McTaggart said. "Any one who violates these rules will be... punished. Harshly. I 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 professor 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," President 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 hear 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's dick had ever made.

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 president 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 president 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 president. 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 president 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 against her skirt's crotch. I felt her bulge through the fabric.

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 who also joined the Program.

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.

~~ * ~~

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 president'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."