Futa Naked In School – Futa’s Naked Passion

Chapter One: Stacie Breaks the Rules

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Stacie Ward’s Week, Monday

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

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

It was crazy. I loved it.

The Program came along with the laws the repealed all sort of sexual laws.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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She said yes.

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

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

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

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

I grinned at her. “I got into your pussy last night, didn’t I?”

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

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

“Sure, sure,” I told her. “I’ll hunt you down enjoy you if I get too hard.”

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

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

“Damn,” I groaned.

“I know, I’m the best girlfriend in the world.”

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

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

What a pity.

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

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

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

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

“I’d rather roll in a pig sty,” Lola sneered, glaring at Shelena. “Say that again, and I’ll report you to President McTaggart for sexual harassment.”

“I’ll report you to the president,” Shelena mocked in a screechy, high-pitched whine. “Just a friendly offer. Can’t wait until your in the Program.”

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

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

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

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

At least when the weather was warm.

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

My futa-dick throbbed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t want her getting any ideas,” Meaghan purred. “I want my futa all to myself.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” I said, my dick throbbing.

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

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

I couldn’t help winking at her.

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

“STACIE!” my swim team started shouting. “STACIE! STACIE!”

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

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

I winked at her. “The less I wear, the faster I’ll swim.”

The futa-president laughed in delight.

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

Not that I would object.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Possessive, clingy eyes.

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

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

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

“Sure,” I said, buzzing from my orgasm.

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

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

I was twenty-one. I didn’t need to be babysat. I was in the Program. I could have some fun.

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

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

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

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

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

I needed another cum.

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

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

“Yes,” I groaned, fighting to grind my teeth.

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

I had my pride.

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

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

I groaned, “Fuck.”

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

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

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

I had to talk to her about that.

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

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

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

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

“What?” I asked.

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

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

“Meaghan,” I said.

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

“Fuck you,” I grunted with annoyance.

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

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

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

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

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

“Nope,” Letizia said, the Freshman’s brown eyes wide.

“Hell no,” said Lalita.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She didn’t suck my cock when I was in the Program,” muttered Letizia.

“You didn’t come to practice hard,” said Ayame. “You were getting it from all those senior girls.”

The younger Letizia laughed in delight. “I was.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Goddess damn, but you’re good!” I groaned.

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

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

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

She brought me closer and closer to exploding.

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

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

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

“Ooh, she’s fingering your twat while sucking your dick?” asked Lalita. “I love that.”

“Yeah,” groaned Pearle.

“You’re so lucky, Stacie,” panted Ayane.

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

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

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

She sucked harder.

“Pump your jizz down her mouth!” Pearle moaned.

“Do it!” cried a short futa named Nia Oliver.

“Damn,” Letizia whimpered. “She’s just gobbling your pecker and fingering your cooch.”

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

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

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

I erupted.

“Coach!” I howled.

My teammates burst into cheers.

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

My breasts heaved.

“You’re such a champ!” cried Pearle.

“Flood her mouth, Stacie!” moaned Ayame.

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

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

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

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

“Thanks, coach,” I moaned, feeling so light and airy.

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

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

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

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

Such an amazing orgasm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s okay,” I said. “Not having as much fun as I thought.”

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

“I… do,” I said, my heart beating faster.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her thumb rubbed the crown of my dick.

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

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

“I would love to,” I said.

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

If Meaghan’s eyes looked like that…

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

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

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

I wanted her howling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smiled, my fingers digging into her firm rump.

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

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

Full of her pleasure.

Her wild bliss.

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

“Stacie!” she gasped, her eyes squeezing shut.

It was time.

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

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

They gushed down my chin and cheeks.

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

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

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

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

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

She clung to me. Kissed me.

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

I broke the kiss. “Miss Castellano!”

“Valeria!” she moaned. “Call me Valeria when you’re in me.”

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

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

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

My pussy grew hotter. My ovaries approached a boil.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, yes, yes, Stacie!” she moaned.

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

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

“Goddess, yes,” I panted and kissed her again.

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

She broke the kiss. “Mmm, thank you, linda.”

“Linda?”

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

I laughed.

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

A little guilt rippled through me. Just a little.

“Just done with practice,” I said. “Went great. We’re going to win on Thursday.”

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

“It’s good. Swimming practice tired me out. See you tomorrow.”

“XOXOXOXO”

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

This week was going to be interesting.

To be continued…

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