Futa Naked in School Ch. 30

The cheerleaders, I soon realized, photographed and enlarged. All of them looked ravishing with sultry and inviting looks.

"Salome!" Ginny squealed. The redhead girl, a member of the A/V club, darted up to me. She had on a pink dress, the hue of a maiden's blush, which clung to her petite curves. She threw her arms around me and hugged me tight, her hair done up in a pair of wide curls that spilled down both sides of her head. "You're here! I've missed you so much. That was so brave of you."

"Brave?" I asked in shock.

"You were giving yourself to that horrible cunt to protect Paloma from being bullied." Ginny's faced twisted. "You know Shelena tried to force me, too, but Candice rescued me. I finally told the school about it."

"It's Salome!" gasped Britney Hollows, one of the members of the Perverts Society. The naked girl, her sash falling between her tits, darted over to me and hugged me tight. "That was so brave."

"So brave," a girl I didn't even know said next. "Shelena is such a cunt."

"You're here!" Claire squealed. My best friend wore a black dress with a thigh slit, her leg flashing as she hurried over. It had a gauzy top that showed off her firm titties, nipples hard. They jiggled as she reached me. "I thought you weren't ever coming back."

"I came for Paloma," I said, tears in my eyes. I didn't see any disgust or joy. More and more people were moving around me, all smiling and cheering and clapping. A ripple of delight ran through the cafeteria.

"That's so beautiful that you came for Paloma," said Randi Bjork. She was on the arm of Ms. Rowbottom, my English professor. The Black futa-teacher looked sexy in her sparkling, silver dress. "You two are great together."

"Yeah, you are," said Samantha. She had Rosario with her. She wore a dress that left her right boob bare, her golden-brown pressed into the White futa's arm. "Paloma, you lucked out."

"So did you," Paloma said, nodding to Rosario.

"Yeah, I did," Samantha said, glancing over at Ginny who was with Candice. There was only fondness in it. Over the school year, things had gotten better between the two since their bad breakup the first week. "Want to dance, Rosario?"

"Yes," she said, her eyes bright.

Tears stung my eyes as girls and futas kept coming up to me and congratulating me. Tanisha Reed, the MVP from the final football game last winter, grinned at me as she led her two "dates" behind her. Krysten and her futa-sister Charisma wore silver spangled collars and had jeweled butt-plugs peeking out of their cracks. They both looked happy. I got a hug from Denice Jennings, the homecoming queen, and her sex slave Umeko Himura, who wore only blue ribbons that did nothing to hide her ample tits and shaved twat.

"I still need to lick your pussy," Adile whispered as she hugged me before she scooped up her two dates, a pair of senior girls who clung to the young lesbian.

Lola danced with her two dates, Teal Constable and Macie Lum, sandwiched between them and looking happy. She smiled at me and nodded. I was so happy. I couldn't believe how amazing a night this was. It was like a dream.

No one hated me.

Shelena wasn't here. I was glad. She'd gone from being the star quarterback to a pariah in a blink of an eye. Many girls I didn't know would hug me and say, "Thanks for unmasking that bitch."

Paloma took me out on the dance floor. It was wonderful to feel my futa-sister's cum trapped in me. I smiled and laughed as our skirts flowed around us. My hair teased my left shoulder as I shook my hips. My breasts jiggled and Paloma's looked so delightful in her dress. She was so beautiful.

My futa-princess.

My futa-flower.

I loved her so much.

As one song ended, I leaned in and kissed her hard and hungry on the lips. I threw my arms around her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. A new song didn't start up, but I hardly noticed as I just showed her my joy.

"Well, what a week we've had," said President McTaggart. Her voice boomed through the audience with the same perkiness as usual. "The votes are in for who is this year's Miss Spring Fling, and I am glad she actually showed up for the dance."

My cheeks warmed as I broke away from Paloma. "She doesn't mean me, does she?"

"Salome Cardozo, come on up here," President McTaggart said. "Bring your date. It's time to crown you, Miss Spring Fling."

I beamed as Paloma took my hand and led me through the cheering and applauding crowd. Everywhere I looked, there were futas showering me with applause. Guanting, the head of my A/V club, smacked my rump as I passed. One of the Pervert Society girls planted a quick kiss on my mouth.

"You earned it," said Leann Winthrop, the vice president of the student council.

"Damn, you broke Shelena," said Stacie Ward, the captain of the swim team.

"Yes, you did," purred her girlfriend, Coach Castellano.

I felt dazed as I swept on stage, the spotlights shining on me. My futa-princess escorted me to the waiting president who held the tiara on a velvet pillow. The redhead futa-president shook her head at the sight of me.

"Now, Salome, I understand that you've been having some emotional distress, but this is still a college function. You are beautiful in your dress, but you are in the Program this week."

"Oh, right," I said, blushing. "Sorry, I just had to wear it."

"I understand," she said. "No punishment. But... it has to come off so you can be crowned."

My cheeks warmed as everyone was watching me. This was somehow more embarrassing than in the auditorium at the start of the week. At least this time, I didn't have to be afraid of anyone noticing the cum. I didn't have to hide whose it was.

To my delight, Paloma turned me around and unzipped me. She drew the spaghetti straps off my shoulders with care. The dress slipped down, exposing my breasts to the president's hungry stare. She was married, not that it mattered any longer, but couldn't touch me because of the rules.

Rules the Perverts Society wanted to change.

Paloma, with care, slid my dress off my hips and down my legs. I stepped out of them and was down to the purple satin panties I wore. I clenched my pussy tight, holding in as much of my futa-sister cum as I possibly could. I brimmed with that incestuous seed.

"I'll make sure it's not damaged," President McTaggart said, holding her left arm out, balancing the cushion on her right.

Paloma draped my dress over it with care before she fell to her knees before me, her breasts jiggling in her top. She licked her lips and then she tugged down my panties. She worked them off with care, positioned just to the side so people could see my pussy. My brown bush came into view first. Then the first hint of cum.

"She's got jizz in her!" someone in the crowd shouted. "Did you pop her cherry, Paloma?"

"Yes, I did!" Paloma answered, looking over her shoulder. "But that's her older futa-sister's cum. She blew me while her futa-sister fucked her."

The crowd cheered and shouted. My name was cried out from a dozen voices. I beamed at them, feeling the love and acceptance of the student body. A few of the cheerleaders were flashing their tits at me from the front row, pulling down the low-cut tops they wore.

I stepped out of my panties and groaned as Paloma brought them to her lips. She sucked the incestuous of pussy juices and cum off them. I shuddered at the passion on her face. The cheers grew louder and louder.

I stood naked save for my heels and my corsage.

Then Paloma shoved my panties down the front of her dress and grabbed my hips. She shifted me to the side so she was right beside me and pressed her face into my twat. I smiled down at her, seeing the joy in her eyes as she licked and lapped and devoured the incestuous creampie brimming inside of me.

"Go, Paloma!" someone shouted from the crowd.

"I think any futa that licks cum out of her girlfriend's pussy is a keeper!" shouted Rosario as she clung on Samantha.

The White futa blushed and then kissed Rosario. I had rumors that Samantha liked to do that, too.

"Lick her clean, Paloma!" Candice shouted, her glasses reflecting silver.

"Yes, yes!" Ginny shouted. "If you ever need a futa to fuck you, Paloma, my Candice will do it! You know that."

"Thanks, Ginny!" I groaned to my friend.

"Paloma, you're the best!" Claire shouted. "Don't ever let Salome push you away!"

I beamed at them all as my futa-girlfriend's tongue licked and lapped at my cunt. She gathered up the incestuous cream, devouring it out of my cunt with a hunger that had me shuddering and shaking. The pleasure rippled through me, teasing me.

"Well, this is lovely," said President McTaggart. She juggled the cushion to her left arm, my dress still draped over her, and picked up the tiara. She moved behind me. "I crown you, Miss Spring Fling! Enjoy your orgasms!"

She settled the tiara on my head, nestling the crown's arms into my hair. They gripped my head, holding it tight. I beamed while the crowd erupted in cheers. Such joy surged through me, and not just from my futa-girlfriend's loving tongue lapping through my folds.

Paloma feasted on me with hunger. I glanced down at her past my small breasts. She had her face nestled into my brown bush. Her tongue dove deep into me to scoop out as much of my futa-sister's jizz as possible. Her tongue stroked me. Teased me.

"Thank you, everyone!" I moaned. "You are all so wonderful." I wiggled my hips, grinding my hot twat on my futa-girlfriend's mouth. "And I want to thank my loving Paloma! She's my futa-flower. She always blossoms for me and brings me such joy. Whenever I'm sad, she is there for me. If it wasn't for her, I would still be too ashamed to show my face. I love her with all my heart."

"She's the best futa-girlfriend in the world!"

The crowd roared and cheered and clapped. Music started, couples and threesomes grinding on each other as they watched the fun. Futas held their girlfriends and dates from behind, humping against their asses. Charisma and Krysten were on their knees sucking on Tanisha's cock. Umeko devoured Denice's pussy. Ginny looked so happy in Candice's arms. Samantha had Rosario pinned against the wall, both their skirts hiked up. Samantha's ass flexed as she drove her cock hard into her girlfriend's cunt. I spotted naked Xochitl held in the arms of her equally nude futa-sister.

So many people were having a wonderful time like me. I swayed and ground my pussy on Paloma's hungry mouth. My girlfriend feasted on me with hunger. Her tongue never stopped moving. Her left hand gripped my ass while her right climbed up my body, reaching for my boobs.

She grabbed my small breast.

"Oh, Paloma, yes!" I moaned as she kneaded my tit. Her fingers dug into it while her tongue danced around in my pussy. It was incredible. I groaned, my flowing hair brushing my left shoulder. "You're such a great pussy licker. Mi futa-florecita, yes!"

Her tongue lapped up the cum brimming in me. She pulled it into her mouth. I clenched my cunt, forcing more and more of my futa-sister jizz into Paloma's hungry mouth. I would give her everything she craved.

Her hand squeezed my tit.

She massaged it. Kneaded it. Her fingers slid up to my brown nipple. She pinched it. The pleasure shot through me. I groaned, my cunt squeezing down around her probing tongue. This wonderful tingle raced through my body.

It fed my orgasm. It grew and swelled and brimmed in the depths of my cunt. Her every pinch of my nipple and flutter of her tongue fed it. My body hungered for my orgasm. I felt ravenous for it all of a sudden.

My hands shot down, grabbing her curly hair. "Paloma, I'm getting there. I want to cum on your mouth. I want to flood you with my pussy cream."

"Oh, that's beautiful," President McTaggart said, watching from the side of the stage. Her wife, who taught German, stood nearby. "Just shower her, Salome."

"I will!" I gasped, Paloma's fingers digging into my rump and my tit at the same time. Both her hands clenched on me and made me feel so wicked.

Paloma's lips nibbled up my labia to my clit. I gasped as her lips latched around my bud. She sucked hard on it. Her cheeks hollowed. The sparks burst through me. I threw back my head and howled out in rapture.

"Paloma!"

I came on her face.

"Yes, yes! Mother of Goddess, I love you!"

My pussy cream gushed out. She licked and lapped. Her tongue danced across my twat. She caressed me, devoured me. She drove me wild. I shuddered, my body shaking from side to side. The pleasure rippled out of me.

It washed through my mind. My hair danced around my shoulder as such wonderful bliss consumed me. It was the best. An amazing delight to experience. Stars danced over the crowd watching us.

"PALOMA!" cheered the student body of Rogers College. "PALOMA!"

"Yes, yes, she's amazing!" I howled as Paloma drank up all my cream. She licked and lapped at me. She drove me wild.

"PALOMA!"

My orgasm hit that wonderful peak. I swayed, my tiara staying perched to my head. Her hand squeezed my rump and breast before she ripped her face away from my pussy. As I came down from my high, she stood before me.

Kissed me.

Her lips tasted of my spicy cream. I loved the flavor. My tongue danced around inside her mouth. I groaned at the flavor of my cream. She held me tight, deafening applause booming behind us. It had a weight to it, the sound pressing on my ears.

Joy brimmed inside of me.

I felt her cock pressing hard through her layers of thin skirts. I broke the kiss and said, "Let's dance."

She nodded.

She led me off the stage. I floated, dizzy, my high heels clicking on the steps. The crowd parted around us, clearing space for us to reach the middle. Paloma pulled me close, holding me tight as the slow song began.

I slid my hand between us and slid up her skirt. A smile grew on her lips as I found her futa-cock held in her banana hammock. I pulled it out, gripping it in my hand. She throbbed and ached, her heartbeat pulsing up and down the shaft. I drew her out and pressed her to my crotch.

"I love you so much," I said, staring into each other's eyes. I moved her tip down to the folds of my pussy. "You're amazing, mi futa-florecita."

"Mi sirenita," she whispered as her cock entered me.

I shuddered as her shaft slid into my pussy. The angle rubbed her tip against the bottom of my sheath. I felt her spongy crown reaching deeper and deeper into me. I held her tight, her dress rustling around us as we swayed and danced.

Other couples danced around us, the naked Xochitl and her futa-sister were pressed tit to tit, lost in each other's eyes. Ginny and Candice rocked together while beyond them, Randi swayed with Ms. Rowbottom.

I slid my arms tight around Paloma's neck and her hands grabbed my ass. I stared into her eyes, lost to the brown depths as we moved together. Her cock stirred around in my cunt, sending teasing delight through me.

No other stimulation was needed.

I just held her in my cunt as she held me in her arms. Our noses pressed together. Sometimes we kissed as we drifted, the music around us. My pussy squeezed and relaxed on her girl-dick. Impaled, she felt incredible in me.

Our feet shuffled as we swayed. The friction of her cock shifting around inside of me built a slow orgasm. Some meals cooked fast, but others needed to take their time, to build towards all that flavorful delight.

This one wouldn't be rushed.

Her fingers kneaded my rump. My nipples throbbed against the silk of her blouse. Her futa-dick throbbed in my cunt, twitching and teasing me. Every little movement stirred my twat around her, sending delight rippling through me.

"You're so beautiful," she said. "My spring fling princess."

"This is more than a fling," I told her.

"Well, you're only my princess tonight."

My pussy clenched around her cock. "Only tonight?"

She grinned. "Well, you'll always be my little mermaid. Mi hermosa sirenita."

I smiled. I loved it when she said those words. "Mi amor."

She kissed me as we danced, her cock so hard in me. So thick and throbbing and filling me up. My hips swayed more, sliding my cunt around her girth. I whimpered in pleasure. Her fingers tightened around my ass.

The simmering orgasm was approaching a boil now. The heat flowed from her dick and into my cunt. My ass clenched beneath her kneading hands as our tongues danced. I tightened my arms around her, my nipples drinking in the silky feel of her top.

My clit rubbed into the fabric of her skirt. It tasted my little bud. The cool caress fanned the flames. My passion built faster now. We danced a little faster, ignoring the music and letting our bodies dictate the beat.

She broke the kiss. "Salome!"

"I know!" I moaned. "Whenever you're ready. Just cum in me. I love it when you cum in me!"

She smiled and squeezed my ass. Then she moved her hips. I gasped as she drew her cock back just an inch before thrusting it into my cunt. I groaned at the friction stimulating my twat. This wonderful pleasure that flowed through my body.

My clit throbbed at the pressure against my little bud.

I came.

My pussy convulsed around her dick. I kissed her again, squealing my passion into her hungry lips. My twat writhed and rippled. She tightened her fingers into my ass. Her tongue thrust into my mouth.

Her cum fired into my cunt.

Hot jizz spurted into my depths. Blast after wonderful blast of jizz flooded me. My pussy rejoiced. Bliss burst through me. I swayed as the amazing pleasure swept through my mind. I reveled in the ecstasy she gave me.

I loved her so much. My pussy milked her passion out of her cock. So much of her jizz spurted into me as we danced together. My hips stirred around her clit-dick. Her futa-cum filled me. I held her tight, my orgasms blazing through me.

Her cock fired the last spurt of cum into my pussy. I hit this wonderful peak. I drifted through rapture in her arms. I held tight to the futa I loved. I hadn't ruined everything. Joy burst through me as my orgasm died into tingling rapture.

I clung to Paloma as my orgasm passed, her girl-dick still trapped in my pussy keeping her cum in me until she was ready to feast on my twat. I rested my head on her shoulder and kept slow dancing with her. She held me tight as we floated through a cloud of euphoric pleasure together.

Lost in our own naughty world.

I loved her so much.

Of course, I had to repeat my week going naked when I returned to classes on Monday. I didn't mind. All my fears were unfounded. I didn't count on just how much the Program had changed our college. Monogamy was the exception, not the rule, in relationships. You weren't looked down on because you wanted three futas to fuck you in a row so your futa-girlfriend had a lot of jizz to lick out of you.

Poor Adile never did get to eat me out. I was always drenched in cum, and that was just too far for the lesbian. She wanted pristine pussy, but I wanted to have a sloppy cunt for Paloma to enjoy whenever she wanted to feast on me. Often, I would ask for relief from a futa at the start of one class then enjoy her cum in me until my next when Paloma gave me relief by eating me out.

And what made my week going naked even better was who got chosen. It made things so sweet for me.

At the end of that week, Paloma and I were changed. We were closer than ever. Our love had survived Shelena. It would survive everything. I couldn't wait until we were married. I just knew I would be walked to the altar with a pussy full of cum for my futa-bride to lick out of me before all our guests.

I couldn't wait. Until then, Paloma and I would have lots of fun.

To be continued in the next Naked in Futa School...