Futa Naked In School 10 – Loving Her Futa Girlfriend 3: Salome’s Futa Passions Displayed by mypenname3000

Futa Naked In School – Loving Her Futa Girlfriend

Chapter Three: Salome’s Futa Passions Displayed

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Salome Cardozo’s Week, Wednesday

I hit the back button, closing my phone book app and stopping myself from calling Shelena. I threw my smartphone onto my bed. I wouldn’t give in to my lust for the bullying, Black futa and her massive girl-dick. I didn’t need her fucking my asshole any longer.

I had Paloma and the kinky changes to our relationship.

I flopped onto my bed and shuddered, rolling over in my covers. I just wanted to have sex with her, to try out this new delight she had for licking out cum from my pussy. It could be my older futa-sister or it could someone like Candice, Ginny’s futa-girlfriend.

Anyone but that bitch Shelena.

My life was ruined. I could never go back to Rogers College. Everyone at my school had seen who I truly was. That I’d been cheating on Paloma with Shelena for months and months. Right there in the cafeteria, I indulged my lusts for that big, Black dick. I had shown myself to be such a hypocrite.

Poor Paloma was trying to put on a brave face, telling me that everyone thought I was a heroine and that Shelena was the college’s pariah. Maybe the bitch was for trying to force me to there at the end, but that wouldn’t change how it started.

I just wanted Paloma here, but she wouldn’t see me until I came back to classes. She would wait for me Friday evening at our school for the Spring Fling dance. The last one of the year. We had dresses purchased for it, each planning on surprising the other with how beautiful we’d look. I had planned to give her my virginity afterward simply because I feared giving it to Shelena.

“I hate you!” I screeched into my pillow at Shelena. She used me, threatening to bully my futa-girlfriend unless I let her fuck me in the ass. She’d turned me into an anal slut. Week after week, day after day, I had come to crave her cock fucking my bowels.

I wanted her in me right now.

I wouldn’t surrender.

I sobbed into the pillow, wishing Paloma was here to hold me and love me. She was waiting for me to come back to class. She wouldn’t let me throw my academic future away. But I couldn’t face everyone staring at me. My friends would be disgusted. Even Claire, my BFF who knew about Shelena since the beginning, would be horrified by how far I’d gone.

Paloma loved me, so she forgave me for being such a terrible person. I didn’t deserve it. Everyone at my college would know it.

I fell into an exhausted sleep once my crying finished.

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Thursday

“You are going back to college on Monday,” my futa-mother said as she stood in the doorway of my bedroom, her face hard. She had short, Black hair framing her round features. She wore old jeans and a t-shirt, her reflective vest on. She was a construction worker installing drywall. Business was booming. “You heave me, Salome.”

I squirmed. “I’m not.”

She arched an eyebrow. “You’re not too old to spank. You have this weekend to sort it out, then your back to school. No daughter of mine is flunking out.”

She slammed my door behind me.

I glanced at the clock. I should be getting ready to go. Paloma would meet me out front and we’d walk to college together when the weather was good, or get a ride from one of our parents when it was bad. I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. It felt weird being here. I had been in my room for nearly two days now.

I needed to leave, but… I couldn’t return to my college.

I tried to distract myself. I made breakfast and started cleaning the house naked. My futa-sister blinked at that when she dragged herself out of bed around noon. Then she shook her head and poured herself some cereal before heading upstairs, muttering about little sisters shouldn’t be prancing around naked.

I didn’t know why I was still naked. I wasn’t at school. I didn’t need to be nude, but it felt comfortable. I tried to distract myself with midday soaps, but the storylines were so trite. I couldn’t focus on them. I just thought of Paloma.

I found myself drifting upstairs around the time Paloma’s final class would let out. I entered my bedroom and opened my closet. My purple dress hung there. My futa-mother had to work overtime for a week to get the money to buy it for me. It was purple, dangling from the coat hanger by two thin spaghetti straps. It was gorgeous, falling down to my ankles. I would look so pretty in it.

I closed my eyes, imagining how Paloma’s would widen when she saw it, my hair done up into a mass of curls that would fall down the left side of my head and spill over my shoulder, the new diamond earrings I got for my birthday glinting in my lobes. I would take her breath away.

She wanted to go to this dance. It wasn’t fair of me to skip it. Everyone would stare at me. Hate me. Despise me, but I could endure that for Paloma. I owed her so much. She should have broken up with me. She should have dumped my skank-ass the moment I begged Shelena to fuck me before the student body.

My lusts had almost destroyed the most important thing in my life. And now my fear was about to do the same.

I found my phone. I ignored the hundreds of tags from social media apps, people were mentioning me left and right, and called my futa-girlfriend. The phone rang and rang and rang. I bit my lip as I squirmed on the bed.

I winced when I saw the time. Last classes were just about to end. She might not be able to answer.

“Hello?” Paloma gasped. She sounded out of breath. A bell rang in the background. “Salome?”

“It’s me,” I said. “I’m staring at my dress for the dance.”

“And?” I could almost feel her quivering with excitement.

“And will you still pick me up tomorrow for the dance?” I asked, tears beading in my eyes.

“Of course,” she said. “Six PM. I’ll be there.”

I smiled, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Thank you, Paloma. Thank you for putting up with me. I’m such a mess. Mother of Goddess, I don’t know why you do put up with me, mi futa-florecita.”

“Because I love you,” she answered. “Mi sirenita, if love was supposed to be easy then it wouldn’t be worth so damned much, would it.”

I let out a half sob and half laugh. “You’re wonderful. I love you, Paloma. So much. I’ll make sure tomorrow night is special.” I bit my lower lip. “Maybe you should show up earlier than 6. I have an idea you might like.”

“Oh?” she asked. “You have a surprise?”

My cheeks warmed. My pussy clenched. “Yeah, it’s pretty naughty. I love you. See you tomorrow. I need to masturbate or I’ll go crazy.”

“We could have phone sex,” she said. “I’ll be home in fifteen minutes.”

I bit my lip. “No, I might blurt out my surprise. Tomorrow. 5:30 PM sharp.

“I’ll be there!”

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Friday

The doorbell rang and then it opened on its own. I told Paloma to come on in ahead of time. I had begged my parents not to be here. My mother wasn’t happy to miss me in my dress, but my futa-mother was more than happy to take her out for an evening.

I trembled while sweeping down the stairs, my bare feet padding on the floor, my gown rustling around me. My hair caressed my left shoulder, spilling in a brown mass to kiss my golden-tan skin. My purple dress hung from the straps, the bodice clinging to my small breasts.

Paloma came into view. She looked up at me and froze. I almost did, too. My eyes drank in her form. She wore a strapless, red dress. The bodice seemed to hang from her small breasts, just covering her areolas. The skirt was cinched right beneath her bosom and fell in a fine layer of cloth down to her mid thighs, each one seemingly translucence but when combined were opaque and hid her body. Her hair fell in a mass of curls around her cute face, her golden-brown skin almost glowing. She held a small box in her hand.

“Mi sirenita,” she breathed in awe. “You’re gorgeous. I’m having trouble breathing.”

“Me, too,” I said as I kept descending. My feet were moving on their own, thank Goddess, or I would have been stuck in place.

I reached the bottom and stopped before her, swallowing. She had such a big grin as she opened the box and pulled out a purple carnation on a stretchy band. I smiled and held out my hand, letting her slip the flower over my wrist before she kissed me.

I shuddered against her, my lips working on hers. Our tongues danced and darted together while the heat swept through my body. I groaned, my tongue playing with hers while I savored the taste of her. A heat swept through me as our lips danced and dueled together.

She broke the kiss, panting.

“Wow,” she groaned, her breasts rising and falling in her blouse. “That’s…”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned. I brought my hand with the flower to my breasts. “Wow, that was a kiss.”

She nodded then looked around.

“Curious about your surprise?” I asked her, taking her hand and leading her to the living room where Lupita waited.

My futa-sister sat on the couch naked, her golden-brown body fully exposed. She had big breasts and a large cock thrusting up from her crotch. She absently stroked it, this hungry look in her eyes. She was a twenty-two-year-old futa who’d rather play video games and work shitty jobs than get a real career. She blamed the economy or something.

Our futa-mother put up with it for reasons I couldn’t fathom.

“Sup, Paloma,” Lupita said. “My sister wants me to nail her in front of you. You cool with that?”

My cheeks burned. This was supposed to be more romantic. I glanced at Paloma. “Imagine if the entire time were at the dance, my futa-sister’s girl-cum is inside of me, just waiting for you to lick her out of me. Won’t that be wonderful?”

“Yes!” she said and cupped my face. Her fingers caressed over my makeup. She leaned in and kissed me hard.

“You two are cute and kinky as fuck,” said Lupita. “Damn, never thought I’d get a crack at your cunt, Salome. I’ve wanted to try out some incest since it was legalized.”

I broke the kiss and shuddered. “Maybe we could find someone else to fuck me.”

“No!” Paloma groaned. “It’s hotter if it’s your futa-sister.”

“I knew you had a thing for incest!” I said, grinning, my pussy on fire. “Mmm, she’s going to pound me hard from behind. Just ramming her big dick into my cunt. Won’t that be hot?”

“Oh, yes!” she moaned, her eyes smoldering as they stared at me. “I want to do this so bad. It’ll be amazing.”

I grinned, so glad. My pussy was on fire. The heat melting out of my cunt had me trembling. I wiggled my hips back and forth and then I dropped to the floor before her, my skirts rustling. “I thought while she was fucking me, you didn’t have to just watch.”

I licked my lips. She arched her eyebrows.

“I’ve never sucked a cock before,” I moaned. “But I’ve spent all day practicing on bananas.”

“I offered my clit-dick, but she said no,” Lupita said. “Mmm, so I should just hike your skirt and go to town on you, Salome?”

“Yes!” I moaned. “Ooh, can’t you make this sexier. Like, call me pretty or even a slut. You’re making this sound like a chore.”

“Fuck, Salome, take the stick out of your ass,” my futa-sister muttered. “I’ll fuck you hard. I’ll ram my cock into your slutty cunt and make you explode so your pervy futa-girlfriend can lick me out. I’ll make you cum hard, Salome. You’ll be begging for my dick again. There, better.”

“A little,” I muttered. Why couldn’t I have a better futa-sister?

I hiked up Paloma’s frilly layers of skirt. They all rustled as I slid them up and up to find her futa-cock throbbing hard in a pair of black panties. A banana hammock. It was a thong for futas but with enough cloth to contain their clit-dicks. I licked my lips as I stared at her, the spicy musk of her pussy leaking through.

My futa-sister roughly threw my skirt up and over my rump, exposing my ass clad in a tight pair of satin panties. Purple, of course, to match my dress and the corsage on my wrist. I shuddered as Lupita’s cock nudged into my pussy.

This incestuous rush surged through me. I was about to be fucked by my futa-sister. It was so hot and taboo and delicious. Despite how much she annoyed me, my cunt was on fire for Lupita’s cock reaming my cunt.

I pulled down on my girlfriend’s thong as Lupita’s dick found the entrance to my pussy. She nuzzled it against my opening. I whimpered and cooed, pleasure rippling through my body from her touch. Then Paloma’s cock flopped out, bobbing hard before me, eager for me to engulf it with my mouth and suck hard.

So I did.

“Salome!” she moaned.

My lips slid over her dick, her crown vanishing deeper into my mouth. My tongue caressed her. My mass of hair swayed on the left side of my face. I sucked with passion, cheeks hollowing. My pussy clenched.

Lupita rammed into my pussy.

My futa-sister’s clit-dick buried to the hilt in my juicy cunt. An incestuous ripple of bliss washed through my body. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. I nursed on Paloma’s cock, savoring the feel of my futa-sister’s cock stretching out my twat. She was a little bigger than Paloma.

Lupita felt incredible in me.

My futa-sister drew back. Her cock massaged the inner walls of my pussy. I knelt there on my hands and knees between the two futas. Their cocks were in both my holes. Lupita rammed back into me, her incestuous shaft filling my cunt with her every stroke.

I rocked between them, sliding my mouth up and down Paloma’s cock while Lupita’s plundered my cunt. The pleasure rippled through me, my pussy drinking in the friction of that massive shaft stretching me out.

I wiggled my hips from side to side, stirring around her. The pleasure rippled through my body, a treat to enjoy. I squealed in delight, squeezing down on her hard. I rocked back into her, sliding my cunt all the way down her shaft and then sliding up again.

“Oh, damn, you’re tight!” panted Lupita. “Paloma, your girlfriend’s got a tight cunt, doesn’t she?”

“Uh-huh,” Paloma moaned, her dick twitching in my hungry mouth.

Drool ran over my chin as I squealed.

“She’s just a big slut, huh?” groaned Lupita. “Damn, never really thought she’d be. This is hot. I’ll fuck her whenever you want, Paloma. I’ll pump my little sister full of all the cum you want to lick out!”

My cunt squeezed down on my futa-sister’s dick.

“Thanks,” Paloma groaned, her precum spilling over my tongue. “This is so hot. I love it. Incest is amazing!”

The pleasure burned through me. My hips squirmed from side to side, stirring around that incestuous shaft reaming my cunt. A wicked and wanton passion that had me trembling and moaning. I sucked with hunger on Paloma’s cock while my futa-sister’s dick reamed my pussy over and over.

My climax built in me. It was so hot. My futa-sister might be a lazy bitch, but her cock felt amazing plunging in and out of my cunt. She fucked me harder, her large breasts heaving and slapping over me. My cunt clenched down hard to increase the friction.

That increased my pleasure.

“Oh, damn, you’re such a slut, Salome!” my futa-sister. “Oh, I am going to bust my ovaries in your tight twat. Fuck, little sister pussy is the best!”

I squealed in delight, the words bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm. It was humiliating to take her dick which fed my lust. A shameful heat burned through me as my futa-sister reamed my cunt with harder and harder strokes.

“I want you to flood all your cum in your sister’s cunt!” panted Paloma. “Just pump her full of all that creamy load! I’m going to lick her clean after you’ve soaked in her for hours.”

“¡Mierda! That’s hot!” Lupita smacked my ass, the stinging pain melting to my cunt. “Damn, you’re futa-girlfriend is as kinky a slut as you are.”

“We are!” Paloma moaned. “Oh, Salome, yes!”

Her futa-cum pumped into my mouth. The salty delight spilled over my tongue. I looked up her body, her dress rustling as she trembled. Her jizz filled my mouth. I let it fill me up, on the verge of overflowing my mouth, before I swallowed it.

“Yes, yes, mi sirenita! ¡Mi amor!”

“Hot damn, dump your cum down my little sister’s throat!” panted Lupita. “I’m going to pump her pussy full of my sisterly seed.”

“Yes!” Paloma groaned, the aroma of her spicy cunt swelling in my nose. I sucked harder, drawing out her cum. “That’ll be incredible.”

I gulped down the last of her cum as she panted. She leaned back, her cock sliding out of my mouth. I trembled, my pussy squeezing down hard on the incestuous shaft reaming my cunt. Every hard plunge from my sister kept me on the verge of cumming.

“Fire all your jizz in me, Lupita!” I moaned.

“You’re such a hot slut, Salome!” my futa-sister gasped. “Mother of Goddess, I fucking love it! ¡Mierda!”

Her cock slammed into me. Hot cum fired into my twat. Pulses of jizz spilled into me. I shuddered. The spunk basted me. That incestuous seed. My orgasm burst inside of me. I threw back my head, my hair swaying on my left side, and howled in rapture.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “She’s coming inside my cunt, mi futa-florecita!”

My futa-flower smiled at me as my futa-sister’s cum pumped into me. This wave of delight swept through my body. I groaned from the pleasure spilling through my thoughts. Stars danced before my eyes. The ecstasy was intense. Amazing.

My pussy milked my futa-sister from her ovaries. My hungry cunt wanted every drop she had. I trembled, wiggling my hips from side to side, my gown rustling around me. My back arched as she spurted in me over and over.

“Mother of Goddess, that was incredible,” Lupita moaned. Her dick had stopped erupting. “Sis, you are a great fuck. I’ll pork you anytime your futa-girlfriend needs some jizz to lick out of you.”

“Thank you,” I panted, my head swaying, dizzy from the lust sweeping through me.

My futa-sister pulled her girl-dick out of me and hauled my panties up and over to contain the flood of her cum. I clenched my pussy sat the entrance, wanting to hold it all in for as long as I could. I hoped it wouldn’t all drip out of me. There was so much in me, though.

“She fired a gallon or more in me,” I moaned as Paloma straightened her panties and dress.

She held out her hands to me and helped me stand, the corsage looking perfect on my wrist. My skirts fell around me. I heard a can crack. My futa-sister had opened a beer and was drinking it while she lounged on the recliner. Her big tits rose and fell as she chugged it all down, her right leg thrown over the armrest.

I grimaced and let Paloma lead me away.

My nervousness mounted as we headed to the dance. My pussy brimmed with incestuous cum, and I was anticipating when Paloma would eat me out, but I dreaded arriving. A heavy weight swelled in me. My guts felt like cement, stuck together. We were coming closer and closer to the college, driven by Paloma’s futa-mother.

She had no idea we had a threesome while she waited in the car.

The college campus appeared. There were cars and even a few limos pulling up. Girls and futas alike wore their party dresses. Some were elegant and others skimpy. Some were just sashes as worn by the Perverts Society. Sparkly sashes that went with high heels and hair down up in magnificent styles. My cheeks burned at the sight, reminding me that technically, I should be naked right now.

I clung to Paloma’s arm as she escorted me towards the cafeteria where the dance would be held. I was bracing myself for the looks. The disgust. The snooty sniffs and sidelong sneers. The weight in my belly threatened to anchor me in place. I clung to Paloma, reminding myself I was doing this for her.

I endured Shelena’s ass-fucking for her. At least, in the beginning before it started to feel good.

I armored myself with all the good things that Paloma had ever done for me. I lifted my chin and put on a smile as we entered the cafeteria itself, the music rippling through the space. Disco balls sparkled from above. Festive banners and bunting draped across the ceiling in shades of blues from light periwinkle to a deep sapphire. It was like being under the sea, the theme of this Spring Fling. The walls were decorated in seashells and pictures of topless mermaids.

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

“Salome!” Ginny squealed. The redheaded 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 redheaded 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!” 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…

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