Chapter 3: Denice’s Wild Futa Delight

Denice Jenning’s Week, Friday

My week had been crazy at Rogers High School. I was chosen for the Program because was I was in the running to be my school’s homecoming queen. The naughty futa-principal, Ms. McTaggart, thought it would cute to have my rival, that slut Umeko Himura, and me go naked for the entire week.

That was the point of the Program, to encourage young people to embrace their bodies and sexuality. To not be ashamed about anything. It was part of a new-wave of laws sweeping over America and the rest of the world. Laws that decriminalized incest and reduced the age of consent to fourteen. No longer was it illegal for you to go naked. It went well beyond the Free the Nipple movement of decades past.

You could have sex in public now.

And as a member of the Program, I was encouraged to do that. I could indulge so long as I wasn’t disrupting the learning environment. I even received ten minutes at the start of every period for “satisfaction,” and when I was free, like during lunch, I could have all the sex I wanted. I used that time to campaign.

I didn’t plan on being a whore to win homecoming queen, but when that Japanese hussy started giving her body away, first to that bully-bitch Shelena, and then to every other futa n our high school, I had to act.

I got wild. For the last three days, I held gangbangs during the lunch period. I licked pussies. Sucked girl-dicks. I took cocks up the ass and cunt at the same time. I let futas shower me in cum, something the swim team, led by my supporter Stacie Ward, had enjoyed. I did it all I could for this moment.

For the homecoming dance.

Everyone was on a high. This afternoon, we trounced our rivals, the Puyallup Vikings, and now we were celebrating in style. Everyone was showing up in their party gowns, mini dresses that clung to lush, teenage bodies. Futas and girls both were wearing their hottest skirts and most daring blouses.

Well, all but Lola Lovell and her Purity Society who were out front of the school protesting, trying to get students not to participate in any lewd behavior, like gangbangs or something. What did she think would happen tonight?

I grinned, knowing that the homecoming queen, whether it was me or Umeko, would have to fulfill those promises we made. We weren’t politicians. We couldn’t get away with breaking our campaign pledges.

Since this was a school event, and my week in the Program wasn’t finished, I had to attend naked. But that didn’t mean I didn’t enhance myself. I applied my make up to look sultry and wild, enhancing the blue of my eyes and the rosy hue of my cheeks. I donned a pair of silver, sparkling heels, four inches that gave my ass quite the sway. Since dresses were out, I went with glitter.

I coated my tits in the silvery, sparkling stuff. My big boobs swayed and heaved, sparkling in the light, reflecting little stars every time I moved. The glitter spilled down my flat stomach towards my blonde bush and lush thighs. I added a silver belly chain that hung on my hips and dangled a sapphire charm right by my cute bellybutton.

“Denice!” a futa groaned as I sauntered up to the cafeteria. She was a Freshman, her eyes bulging. She quivered in her bronze gown, her skirt tenting with her excitement. She had a girl named Annalee on her arm who winked at me.

I winked back. I remembered eating the girl’s pussy.

“Hey, Denice!” Ginny said, the redhead looking ravishing in a green gown that hung off her shoulder and clung to her round breast. Her futa-girlfriend actually had some cleavage in the blue dress she wore, showing off the swell of her nice titties.

The three of us had a nice threesome on Wednesday.

“You’re going to win,” Ginny said. “I just feel it.”

“I hope so,” I said, my stomach quivering. “Shelena’s been out there campaigning hard.”

“You mean picking on people and threatening to kick their asses,” muttered Ginny. The redhead hated our school’s star futa-quarterback. I wondered what happened between them.

“Well, you’ve got the A/V club behind you,” Candice said, the blonde futa holding her girlfriend tight.

“I know,” I said and then a camera flashed. I laughed, spotting my number one fan, Lizaveta, snapping a photo of me. She had been following me around all week recording me. Like Candice, Lizaveta was another member of the A/V Club.

“You got this,” Lizaveta said, a big grin on her face. She wore a black dress with spaghetti straps and a square neckline, her nipples hard against the dark fabric, her dick an even larger bugle tending the tight skirt. “I’ve gotten so many futas and girls to vote for you.”

“Yes, you do,” Adile, the Turkish lesbian purred, as she strutted up behind me. She smacked my naked rump. The freshman had such a naughty glint in her dark eyes. “Better get in there and win.”

“You’re going to get mobbed,” Ginny said as Candice escorted her towards the cafeteria’s entrance, the thudding music pouring out of there.

“That’s what we’re here for,” said my friend Tatyana. The perky head cheerleader swept up to me, still in her cheer outfit. All her squad, moving with her, were similarly dressed. They flowed around me in their purple and gold outfits, pleated skirts swirling, the schools’ charging ram mascot stretched across their tits. “No futas get to touch you until the win.”

“Thanks,” I said, smiling at my friend.

Tatyana winked at me.

Surrounded by my escort of cheerleaders, I marched towards the cafeteria’s open doors.

“Stay pure tonight!” Lola Lovell said, standing on her soapbox with a megaphone. She wore a demure gown of white. She was surrounded by a group of futas and girls, all equally in long skirts and high necklines, all nodding along with her. They wore their purity bracelets, some with promise rings, others clutching the crosses they wore.

I winked at them, my glittering titties bouncing as my escort of cheerleaders swept me passed.

Then we entered the cafeteria. The music swelled as I passed through a balloon arch of purple and gold. The interior had been transformed by the dance committee, streamers dangling from the ceiling. All the lunch tables were gone, the space cleared out for the festivities. The lights were turned down lower, a fun atmosphere engulfing the place. There was a performance stage at the far end where student bands would sometimes play during lunch. The DJ was up there, a futa with silver hair working her equipment.

Couples danced on the floor. I spotted Ginny and Candice having fun. The futa was so awkward, but neither cared, big smiles on their faces. Other couples were grinding on each other, the sort of dry-humping that chaperons would have put a stop to in the past. Couples were kissing, even necking along the edges.

Shelena had a pair of pale thighs wrapped about her. It was clear the Black futa was cock-deep in some skank’s cunt, fucking her along the edges. The Program was already starting to change the world, to transform it.

“It’s Denice!” someone shouted.

“I voted for you, Denice!”

“You’re going to win!”

“You’re going to make such a sexy homecoming queen!”

“I’m going to jizz all over your tits when you win!”

I beamed at my supporters. I blew them kisses and waved at them from my guard of cheerleaders. My admires crowded in. Teal, an eager freshman futa, and Samantha, Ginny’s ex, were among them, both reaching for me.

“Don’t hog her!” groaned Teal, a petulant look crossing the futa’s face.

“Yeah,” Samantha added. “Come on, you earned my vote.”

“No touching her until she wins!” Tatyana announced. “Until then, the cheer squad owns her.” “That’s right,” said Jalila, an Arab cheerleader. She smacked my rump.

CRACK!

“We’re going to play with her all night if she doesn’t win. So you better have voted for her, you horny futas!”

I smiled even as my own nerves swelled. Umeko was surrounded by her own pocket of futas. I couldn’t see her, but I knew she had to be buried in that swarm of futas around her, all trying to reach her. There were more than a few girls with arms folded, glaring at those futas. They must be dates unhappy with the attention paid to the busty Umeko.

Good thing I was licking pussy, too; no girls were made at me. Maybe that would give me an edge. I hoped so because it seemed like there were more futas crowding Umeko than were around me. I hoped that it was just my escorts keeping my fans away.

I swallowed, shifting on my heels, my glittery boobs swaying before me. My nerves were starting to build. When would they make the announcement. I had given my all this week to earn the futa vote. I had so much naughty fun. I didn’t regret it, but I wouldn’t have gone so far if it wasn’t for the contest.

My pussy, weirdly, grew hotter and hotter. It was like my nervousness was fueling my frustration. If I won, I would have such a wild time tonight. I would celebrate. I would get wild with my supporters. I just had to win.

“You need a distraction,” Jalila said, pulling me to her. Her skirt lifted as she pressed against my thigh. I gasped as I didn’t feel any spankies, the bloomers that cheerleaders wore, or even panties. I felt the shaved lips of a hot pussy.

“Mmm, you do,” Genevieve purred from the other side. The black-haired cheerleader had a big smile. She had tan skin, a hue a few shades lighter than Jalila’s. “And we have just the thing.”

She reached beneath her skirt and, to my shock, pulled a sleek, silver dildo out of her pussy. No, it was a vibrator. I could see the black, twisting base that would activate the toy. Her cream coated it as she pressed up on my other side, holding the toy up in the air.

“We won the contest to see which of us get to distract you,” Jalila purred into my ear. “We had it last night. All of us using Hitachi wand massagers, trying to hold off cumming the longest.”

“Poor Tatyana exploded almost immediately,” moaned Genevieve.

“Just wanting my girls to have some fun tonight,” Tatyana said. “Lost on purpose.”

“Riiiiight,” Jalila said, her accent musical. “Can you believe her?” The Arab girl asked, grinding on me.

“She never likes to lose,” I said, winking at my friend.

Tatyana just rolled her eyes. “Enjoy. They’ll keep you from worrying your pretty head off until the announcement.”

Genevieve pressed the dildo, soaked in her spicy juices, against my mouth. I opened wide, engulfing the toy. I shuddered, sucking on it and enjoying the flavor of her cunt. My cheeks hollowed as she worked it deeper into my mouth. I sucked on it as she pumped it away while humping her shaved snatch against my left thigh.

I had two naughty cheerleaders grinding on me. I moaned around the dildo, my large tits jiggling, the glitter flashing on them. I trembled, my pussy growing hotter and hotter, my nervousness fading away before the hot caress of two juicy cunts on my thighs.

“Mmm, yes, yes, just suck her juices clean,” moaned Jalila. Her lips were pressed almost against my ear. I felt her hot breath, shivered.

Genevieve licked my other ear. I whimpered about the dildo as she purred, “Mmm, yes, yes, I’m going to shove this in your cunt and make you go wild. You’re going to be buzzing in delight when they call you on stage.”

She ripped the dildo out of my mouth. I gasped and coughed, my tits heaving. Pussy juices trickled down my thighs. I shuddered as she turned on the dildo. She pressed it between my tits, the vibrations humming into my glittery breasts.

I gasped as she brushed a nipple.

“Sensitive,” purred the cheerleader as she massaged it into my tit, swirling it around, making me shiver.

“Of course it’s sensitive!” I moaned, my heart thudding as the tingles raced through her. “I’m so turned on. I got two naughty cheerleaders playing with my body while my fans watch.

“You’re going to win, Denice!”

“DENICE!”

“DENICE!”

The shouts roared for a moment before dying back down. I shuddered, loving the adoration. Futas and girls were dancing around me, staring at me. My supporters weren’t mobbing me, but they were waiting to. I spotted Stacie dancing with her girlfriend, Meaghan Carter.

Did the brassy-haired Meaghan know her futa-girlfriend had eaten me out and fucked me during Medieval History?

I hadn’t even thought about her when I was in need.

I groaned as the vibrator descended down my stomach, the buzzing tip, wet with my saliva, traced down my stomach to my bellybutton. I gasped as it dipped in. My body trembled. Heat washed through me, making me shudder and my pussy clench.

Then it went lower, teasing me, my skin on fire. The two cheerleaders humped and ground their to cunts on me as mine grew even juicier. My bush felt soaked. My cream dribbled down my thighs. Over the perfume in the air, I smelled our hot cunts: tangy, tart, and spicy.

What a heavenly delight.

“Oh, goddess, yes!” I moaned, always at my most religious when I was feeling good. Like when a vibrator, wielded by a mischievous freshman cheerleader, rubbed up and down my pussy folds.

Genevieve jammed the buzzing toy into my cunt. I gasped, my pussy clenching down hard on it. I groaned as the rapture surged through me. My heart thudded in my chest. I whimpered as she stirred it around, rubbing the humming shaft into my pussy and rolling it around inside of me.

She churned me to a froth. I shuddered between the two cheerleaders. I threw my head back, my blonde braid swaying down my back. They humped their hot cunts on my thighs, coating me in their sticky passion as Genevieve nibbled on my ear.

“Mmm, yes, yes, you like that, you naughty queen,” she purred. “You like that digging around inside of you.”

“I do!” I moaned, my heart thundering in my chest. “Ooh, I love it. It’s incredible.”

The buzzing delight rippled bliss through me. It churned me towards an orgasm so fast. I couldn’t believe how swiftly my pleasure grew with that amazing toy pumping in and out of me. It caressed my inner depths while my fans danced around me.

“Look at Denice!” someone purred. I couldn’t tell who said it. It was a honey-sweet voice, maybe a girl or maybe a futa.

“Oh, yes, Samantha, she’s sexy,” someone else said.

“I love those glittery tits!”

“You’re going to cum hard!”

“You’re going to win, Denice!”

“The debate club’s with you!”

“Denice, I want to fuck your cunt so badly!”

“If I win!” I moaned, my pussy clenching on the vibrator. “I’ll pleasure you all!”

My supporters cheered.

Their excitement surged over me as that naughty cheerleader pumped the vibrator in and out of me. The fourteen-year-old minx jammed it in me fast. She nibbled on my ear. I couldn’t believe how skilled she was.

Jalila’s hand slid up my torso and squeezed my heavy breast. Her hot cunt ground on my right thigh hard. I felt her clit. She kissed at my neck, licking, sucking, making me feel good as she massaged my breast.

My body was on fire. These two cheerleaders were driving me wild. My pussy clenched around the buzzing toy, drinking in the excitement of the humming passion. I whimpered, my heart thundering in my chest. I shuddered, coming closer and closer to my orgasm. I couldn’t hold this off for much longer. It was swelling through me.

My eyes fluttered.

“Do it!” moaned Genevieve. “Shower my hand with your juices. Ooh, yes, yes, it’s getting me so hot fucking your cunt. Can you feel it?’

“Yes!” I moaned, the fourteen-year-old cheerleader’s cunt molten on my left thigh. “I’m so close.”

I swayed between them. My head turned. I kissed Jalila. My supporters whooped and hollered as our lips melted together. My tongue danced with hers as the vibrator jammed deep into my depths. The buzzing teased me.

Genevieve’s thumb swiped across my clit. I gasped into the kiss with Jalila. Sparks showered my cunt in rapture. Genevieve nibbled on my ear, adding little delights while Jalila’s digits found my nipple. She tugged hard on it, twisting it. I gasped into her kiss as ecstasy exploded in my cunt.

I came.

My pussy convulsed around the dildo. I shook between them, my glittering tits bouncing and heaving. I groaned through the pleasure, my entire body bucking and shuddering. This wondrous rapture screamed through me. My eyes fluttered as the bliss spilled through my thoughts, melting them, making me feel amazing.

I dueled my tongue with Jalila’s as the pleasure surged hot through me. The Arab cheerleader shuddered against me. Her juices flowed hot over my thigh as she whimpered into our kiss, grinding herself hard against me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Genevieve moaned. “Oh, you’re cumming, Denice! That’s so hot.”

I broke the kiss, my mind melting beneath the waves of rapture surging through me, and cried out, “Cum with me, Genevieve!”

I kissed her.

She shuddered. She jammed that vibrator deep in my buzzing cunt. While Jalila moaned into my ear, Genevieve trembled against me. Her juices gushed out of her pussy, bathing my thigh with her passion. Our tangy, tart, and spicy musks filled the air.

The music died.

“Welcome to this year’s homecoming game!” boomed the perky voice of our futa-principal, Ms. McTaggart. “Congratulations to our football team. You did the Rogers’ Rams proud this year!”

A whoop exploded through the cafeteria as I trembled through my orgasm.

“Shelena, you lead our team to victory!” Ms. McTaggart continued. “That was wonderful, but that’s not why I’m up here. It’s time to crown your homecoming queen! Will our two lovely candidates, Denice Jennings and Umeko Himura join me on stage.”

Genevieve ripped the vibrator out of my cunt as she broke the kiss. “You got this!”

“Yes, you do,” Jalila said, her dusky face flushed from her orgasms.

“DENICE!” cheered my fans. “DENICE!”

“UMEKO!” came from the other side of the cafeteria. “UMEKO!”

“DENICE!”

“UMEKO!”

“DENICE!”

“UMEKO!”

“DENICE!”

“UMEKO!”

Back and forth it went as I navigated through the clapping and cheering fans. My ass was smacked and groped. My nipples pinched and twisted. My pussy stroked and caressed. Futas and girls cheered me on. They teased my body already buzzing from my orgasm.

Ginny swiped up some of my pussy cream and fed it to Candice.

Teal sucked on my nipple then grinned like the naughty futa she was.

Tanisha Read, the sexy futa football player, winked at me.

Stacie and her girlfriend clapped as I passed, a naughty smile on Stacie’s lips.

Lizaveta snapped a picture at me. I blew her a kiss.

Then I was climbing on the stage from the left while a cum-splattered Umeko rose from the other side. She had jizz leaking out of her shaved pussy, spilling down her thighs as she did some last-minute campaigning. She had a flushed look to her pale-olive skin, her tits, even larger than my own, swaying before her. She had a naughty saunter to her strut.

“DENICE!”

“UMEKO!”

“DENICE!”

“UMEKO!”

“Aren’t they beautiful?” Ms. McTaggart asked, the redheaded futa grinning at us. She ogled us. Teachers weren’t allowed to have sex with us even though the age of consent was lowered, but they could stare at us or use us in their lessons. “Just lovely.”

“DENICE!”

“UMEKO!”

“Okay, okay!” the futa-principal said, waving her hands. “I know you’re all excited. So ... your new homecoming queen is...”

A drum roll echoed through the cafeteria.

I shuddered, my heart thundering in my chest. I stood beside Umeko, facing the sea of eager faces. A dizzy wave of exhilaration washed through me that turned into the cold caress of nervous fear. What if it wasn’t me? What if I lost?

“Denice Jennings!”

The crowd erupted as I blinked. I heard my name called, but did that mean I’d won?

“DENICE!”

From the first shout of my name I realized it was true. I’d won.

“DENICE!”

My supporters were cheering loudly, clapping, screaming my name. Balloons fell from above, purple and gold, floating around me and Umeko as she clapped with a fixed smile on her face beside me.

“DENICE!”

Priscilla Tinker, the student-council president, came up to me with a gold crown set with purple gems. It was costume jewelry but I didn’t care as the girl raised it up and placed it upon my head, whispering, “I voted for you, Denice.”

I won!

“DENICE!”

“DENICE!”

“DENICE!”

I was homecoming queen!