Chapter 1: Juliet's Taboo Futa Surprise

Xochitl Estevez’s Week, Monday

I popped off my belly shirt and bared my large breasts cradled in my bra. The futas at my high school cheered as I did. I grinned. I was finally chosen for the Program. It was my week to go naked and attend classes. I kind of wished it had come earlier or later, but I didn’t care.

Even if it meant I had to perform my role as Juliet in the classic Willemina Shakespeare play naked come opening night on Friday, I didn’t care.

I was just so wet right now.

It was the second week into the new semester. I had watched a dozen other girls get to strip naked and have fun. That Freshman Ginny was gangbanged, Denice ran her wild campaign to become Homecumming Queen, the wicked weak where Krysten and her older futa-sister went naked for two weeks because they inspired the football team to win the State Championship. It was all such wicked fun.

Now it was my turn.

“Well, futas, she’s a bold one,” said Principal McTaggart as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I bared my big, lush, golden-brown tits to the cheers of all. I would have an awesome tenth-grade year. “And, isn’t she endowed? You lucky futas get to play with them.”

“Can’t you play with them, Principal?” I asked. “That’s what the rules change allows, right? Teachers can have sex with us outside of lessons.”

“Only if you’re in a romantic relationship that’s been disclosed to the guidance counselor, Miss Estevez,” the principal quickly said, her red hair sweeping about her shoulders as she glanced out at the crowd. “Remember that, futas and girls, if any of you are having an affair with your teacher, you better come clean. If we find out...”

“I’ll fuck you, Miss Dannel!” a futa shouted.

“And it has to be off school grounds and not at school events.” The principal eyes found Miss Castellano. I smiled at her. She was so pretty. I looked up at her. I wanted to be a sexy, Latina beauty like her when I grew up.

I wiggled out of my tight jeans, stepping out of them with grace. I had lush legs. My short, brown hair swayed about my face as I bent down to take them off, my tits swaying before me. I felt all those futas staring at me with lust. The poor junior girl selected, Emeline Bellamy, looked at me with such envy.

She had such small titties.

I straightened then whirled around, shaking my booty at the crowd. The cheerleaders were thrusting their pompoms into the air while I thrust my panties down my rump, exposing my trimmed bush to the crowd and my curvy, Latina rump. I wiggled it from side to side as I thrust my panties down my leg.

Today would be awesome.

“Okay, and now for the futas,” said Principal McTaggart. “Let’s see ... No, no, that’s a junior. And a sophomore and ... Here we are. Ase Westerberg.”

The crowd cheered as I watched the blushing freshman lurch to her feet, her short, light-brown spilling about her face as she descended down the stairs from the bleachers. I smiled at her, clapping my hands together. A few girls shouted, “Let’s see that futa-cock!”

I giggled.

“And for the last futa ... Oh, yes, this is perfect.” Principal McTaggart held up the slip of paper while the cheerleaders shook their pompoms, a hush falling over the crowd. “Isidora Estevez.”

“What!” I shouted as my futa-sister rose from the crowd. Isidora was the last futa I wanted to see naked. She was my futa-sister. My annoying, bratty older futa-sister. I ground my teeth and folded my arms beneath my tits as she headed out form the crowd.

What was going on? “Why do sisters always get chosen?”

“Huh?” Emeline asked, glancing at me.

“Sisters. Charisma and Krysten, and Dina and Audie. We’re the third set of siblings chosen.” I shook my head. “That’s not a coincidence.”

Emeline shrugged. “Isadora’s cute. She’s got that sexy, Latina smile. Mmm, yes.”

I rolled my eyes. My futa-sister didn’t even have any tits. And she copied how I dressed. Belly shirt and tight jeans, though hers showed off the bulge of her futa-cock. She was always fucking new girls, usually from outside the school. She would go down to the mall and hang out, picking up chicks and dating them for a few weeks before moving on to another.

Made me want to gag.

“Okay,” Principal McTaggart said as Isidora stripped, revealing those pathetically small titties. They were just handfuls. I liked my futas to have some curves. “Enjoy this week in the Program. Get to know our four lucky winners. Maybe you’ll discover something new about yourself.

I was never more happy than to be swarmed by the horny futas.

They were all around me. Teal Constance appeared, of course. She was the first one to get her hands on my tits. The freshman futa looked like she’d died and gone to heaven as she groped them, her fingers digging into my flesh.

“Don’t be shy, Teal,” I purred as another futa grabbed my rump. “Get in there.”

Teal buried her face between my titties and rubbed back and forth. I groaned and shook, her hair brushing my hard nipples. Her pale hands contrasted with my bountiful, golden flesh. I shuddered and smiled as other hands touched me.

Stroked me.

My skin felt so alive.

I purred in delight as a dozen hands caressed over my body. They stroked my sides and hips. My thighs. My ass. A bold hand thrust between my legs, rubbing at the hot flesh of my pussy. I melted right then and there.

I was just so horny to finally be naked. It was the best thing in the world. I shuddered as those delicious fingers ran up and down my pussy lips. My ass clenched, two different hands, one with long fingernails, squeezed my rump.

“Oh, you wicked futas,” I moaned in throaty delight. “Whoever is rubbing my twat, don’t be shy. Get those fingers in me.”

I gasped as they thrust into my pussy. A futa groaned, “Holy shit, she’s so wet. Goddess, that’s amazing.”

“Uh-huh, you naughty puta,” I purred, my accent growing stronger as the pleasure rippled through me. “A bunch of futa-putas all playing with my body. Mmm, yes, yes. Work those fingers in and out of me.”

“I’m so hard for you, Xochitl!” a futa groaned.

“You’re tits are incredible!”

“So incredible!” groaned Teal from between my breasts.

“Damn, I love your ass!”

“Blow me?”

“If you’re in one of my classes, I’ll do more than blow you!” I gasped. “I’m using all my chances for relief. Mmm, I am going to get wild in all my classes!”

A mighty cheer whooped around me.

I trembled as the fingers in my pussy thrust in and out of me faster. Another futa found my clit, her finger massaging my bud as my lusts urged through me. A mouth latched onto my nipple. Teal was sucking hard. I gasped, my rump clenching and my twat tightening on those digits. The friction increased, swelling my orgasms.

“¡Ustedes futas malvadas!” I howled, the pleasure surging through me. “¡Mierda!”

My body bucked and shuddered as my orgasm exploded through me. It was incredible. All these futas touching my body, teasing me. Teal sucked hard on my nipple. My cunt spasmed around the digits plunging into my depths. Juices gushed down my thighs.

The pleasure surged through me. Stars burst across my vision as the rapture bathed my mind. I trembled beneath the futas’ touch, my moans echoing through their cheers. A camera flashed, Lizaveta Kuznetsov recording this moment.

“She’s cumming on my fingers!” a futa shouted.

“Damn, that’s hot!”

“I have to fuck you, Xochitl!”

“My cock’s so hard! Do me right here!”

I just howled out in rapture, trembling through the bliss that rushed through my system. It was incredible. The best bliss in the world. My fifteen-year-old body trembled and bucked, drinking in the wild pleasure.

These sexy futas took me to the height of rapture so fast. I swooned and groaned, my eyes fluttering. I shook my head, grabbing a futa’s boob to keep from falling over. Her hard nipple rubbed at my palm through her sweater.

“Xochitl,” the futa moaned. She was a sophomore named Augusta Pryor, her eyes bright.

I grinned at her. “You’re in my math class, right?”

She nodded.

“You’re getting pussy today,” I told Augusta. The look on her face sent another orgasm rippling through me.

It was a magical moment. I moaned and gasped. I swayed and—

“Isidora, yes!” a girl squealed. “Fuck me! Pound that girl-dick in me.”

My stomach twisted. My futa-sister was fucking some slut. I shook my head and moaned, “Okay, okay, that’s enough. I need to breathe, futas.” I shuddered, Teal’s mouth popping off my nipple. “Whew, you futas are a sexy bunch. I’m about to swoon.”

“Xochitl!” they all cheered around me, crying out my name. They looked so damned sexy. I could just eat them up.

I had pussy juices when I showed up to my first class (the second period since we never had first on Mondays thanks to the Program assembly). I shuddered when I walked into Intro to Drama. Ms. Tyrell, a pale-skinned futa with black hair, smiled at me. Her eyes flicked up and down my body. She often found an excuse to fuck girls in the Program to teach “sexual acting.”

Maybe she would fuck me.

“Ms. Tyrell, I am in need of relief,” I told her.

She arched an eyebrow, staring at my bush. “I can see that. You have pussy cream running down your thighs.”

“I know!” I said. At the start of all my classes for the week, I could ask for relief. A ten minute period in which I could masturbate or ask for a volunteer to get me off. Every futa in the classroom stared at me with such hunger in their eyes. There were futas from all four years, the elective open up to everyone.

My eyes settled on Pearle, a blonde futa with round tits. She wore a jean skirt and a long-sleeved sweater, her nipples poking at the purple weave. I grinned at her and said, “Since the swim team kicked so much ass last week, you get to fuck me.”

“Practicing for you and Letizia?” asked Ms. Tyrell.

I winked at the teacher as Pearle bounded to her feet. Letizia, a cute freshman, was playing Romea, the dashing futa who would sweep Juliet—me!—off her feet. I was looking forward to rehearsing our sex scene this week. It was going to have full penetration and end with a creampie. A futa could cum in me since I was on the shot.

A year without any worry of getting pregnant.

Relief wasn’t the sort of time to get all lovey with your partner. It was pure and carnal passion. I sank down on my desk and spread my legs wide. Getting fingered in the auditorium had me primed. I had no idea which futa had her fingers in my clam, but that sexy futa had gotten me off.

“Mmm, come on, Pearle, let me see that gran verga,” I purred. “My juicy concha needs it.”

“Don’t use Spanish around Pearle, you’ll just confuse her,” said Meadow Paulines, a bright smile on her face.

I winked at her. “I think she’ll figure it out.

Pearle had her sweater off, her breasts round and jiggling. Most futas didn’t wear bras. She hiked up her jean skirt, her thong barely constraining her futa-dick. She just shoved it to the side, flashing her shaved pussy lips as she advanced on me.

“Just plunge it in,” I moaned. “Feed my clam and give me all that pearly jizz.”

“Damn,” the futa groaned as she reached me. “It’s your first day. Most girls don’t go wild this fast.” “Why waste time?” My large breasts rose and fell before me as I squirmed. “Just get in me. We’re running out of time.”

“Mmm, watch them, class,” Ms. Tyrell said. She had her phone out and aimed right at us. “It’s important to study how people look in the throes of passion so you can replicate it on stage. And for you two, remember this bliss so you can reach into yourself and express it. That is the core of method acting.”

“Yes, Ms. Tyrell,” I groaned.

My hand shot out. I grabbed Peale’s cock and pulled her to me. She groaned as I pressed her into my bush. Her thick tip rubbed up and down. I grinned at her, my eyes sparkling. Her hands went straight to my tits. She grabbed them, hefted them.

I brought her cock to the entrance to my pussy. She did not disappoint.

“¡Madre de Diosa!” I gasped as her cock thrust deep into me. She was long. My pussy clenched around her shaft as her round breasts jiggled before me. I smiled at her, leaning back on my desk. Her hands kneaded my tits. “Fuck me, puta. Ram that big dick in me and fill me with cum.”

“Dirty talk is really important in wild and uninhibited scenes,” said Ms. Tyrell. “But don’t use them in more romantic ones.”

“Yes, this is just fucking,” I moaned as Pearle drew back her cock.

My pussy clenched about her girl-dick, savoring that wonderful girth. Then she thrust back into me. I gasped as her cock buried to the hilt in me. Her fingers tightened in my tits, her face twisting with pleasure.

All the class watched us. They were shifting, moving their heads, all craning to get better views. I savored the attention as I hooked my right arm around Pearle’s neck. I grinned at the futa as she drilled her cock deep and hard into my pussy.

My cunt squeezed and relaxed on her dick, drinking in the friction. My juicy cunt rejoiced with every thrust. My clit ached when she buried to the hilt in me, her pubic bone rubbing on my bud. I whimpered, my breasts heaving in her kneading grip.

“Oh, yes, that’s it,” I moaned. “Ooh, just get that dick in me. Fuck me hard. Pound me. Oh, yes, yes, Pearle. Such a sexy futa-puta! Mmm, make me cum. Make my pussy milk out all that delicious cream from your dick. All that yummy, salty futa-milk!”

She thrust faster, harder into me. The dirty talk inspired the futa. Her girl-dick plunged deep and hard into me. That wonderful flesh filled me. I groaned, squeezing around her flesh, my heart thundering in my chest as I reveled in her girl-dick plundering my cunt.

The desk creaked. My breasts jiggled in her massaging hands. Then she slid a hand around my side, cupping my back. My left tit now heaved as she fucked me even harder, her fingers digging into my back.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned.

“Goddess, you’re so hot, Xochitl!” she groaned.

“Bust your ovary in her!” groaned Kenya Short.

“Oh, wow, Pearle, you are hot!” gasped Lucy Barr. “Ooh, fuck her!”

“Ram that dick into her!” groaned Jaylin Jill in envy. She preferred taking cock instead of giving it.

“Yes, yes, fuck her,” moaned Ms. Tyrell. “That’s it, class. That’s raw passion. Remember it, Xochitl when you’re on stage.”

“I will!” I howled, my pussy coming closer and closer to my climax.

That thick prick slammed into me. The friction burned silky and hot in my cunt. My pussy clenched around her thrusting dick. I shuddered, gripping her, the pleasure building and building in me. My breasts heaved as she plowed deep and hard into me. She fucked me with all her passion. Her strokes buried to the hilt in me.

It was incredible. I groaned and gasped. My pussy clenched and squeezed around her dick. It was the best. I bucked into her strokes, my clit sparking against her pubic bone. I shuddered as she buried faster. Hotter. She pounded me. I gasped, my breasts heaving with every powerful stroke of her girl-dick into me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “Madre de Diosa! Stir up my pussy. Come on, futa-puta! Ram that dick into me and make me cum on it!”

“MAKE HER CUM!” cheered some of the futas. “MAKE HER CUM!”

The claps and whoops only fed my orgasm. My clit throbbed as I humped against her. My left boob heaved, my right jiggling in her squeezing hand. Her face twisted with passion. Her brown eyes burned with lust. The sexy futa buried her dick deep into my cunt.

As she drew back, that magical moment happened. My pussy convulsed around her futa-cock. I gasped at the rush of bliss that shot out of my cunt. My flesh spasmed around her clit-dick as she buried back into me, sending another wave of rapture through me.

“¡Yes, yes! ¡Dame tu futa-leche!” I howled, lost to the rapture surging through me.

“Xochitl!” Pearle groaned, ramming her cock into my writhing depths.

Her cum fired into my pussy. I shuddered as I savored my first load of Program-sanction futa-cum spurting into my cunt’s depths. Her jizz splashed against my cervix and filled my spasming twat with such warmth.

“Yes, yes! All that milk! Mmm, mi hermosa futa-puta!”

“Damn!” she groaned, her body heaving, her round breasts bouncing as she trembled. Her face burned with passion.

The class exploded in cheers as I collapsed back on my desk. The sound echoed around me. A standing ovation. I smiled, loving it. It was such a hot delight. I couldn’t wait to be out on stage playing Juliet.

To be taken hard by that sexy, Italian futa. I watched Letizia swimming the week before. She won a single medal, but she looked hot doing it in her purple swimsuit. I shuddered, my pussy clenching on Pearle’s cock as she pulled out of me.

“Okay, okay,” Ms. Tyrell said. “I know that was hot, but we have to get back to the fundamentals of acting. It’s about adopting a role and...”

I drifted for a moment, cum running out of my cunt and pooling on my desk. I felt so wonderful right now. I could just float away. I licked my lips, my eyes fluttering. My heart pounded in my chest, pumping such hot and delicious blood through my veins. My fingers flexed and relaxed. My toes curled.

“What’s that?” gasped Jaylin. “There’s an ambulance out front.”

“What?” Miss Tyrell said.

I frowned and sat up, blinking. The class was rushing to the window. “There’s someone getting loaded into the ambulance,” said Pearle. “Anyone see who that is?”

Heads were shaken.

“Well, they’re with medical help,” said Ms. Tyrell. “Come on, we’re talking about using inner pain. That’s the heart of acting.”

I flowed through school after Intro to Drama ended. I had so much wonderful sex. Every class, I asked for relief.

Just like I promised, I rocked that futa’s world in math. During lunch, I enjoyed two futas at once, Shelena took me in the ass while another futa on the tame enjoyed my pussy. I was pinned between the two, loving every second of their cocks plundering my holes.

I was dripping with cum all day. It was wonderful.

While I was lost in a haze of orgasmic bliss, I did hear the buzz about a futa breaking her leg doing something dumb in PE. However, I was having too much fun enjoying my week of hedonistic pleasure to really get a fix on it.

In my biology class, Mrs. Jordan used me to demonstrate a lesson. I had such a sweet orgasm as Jaylin’s fingers plunged in and out of my sloppy cunt, full of Mbali Arendse jizz. The Black futa’s cum leaked out of me as Jaylin fingered me to a climax. I had two wonderful orgasms in that class.

On my way to my fifth-period class, I spotted my futa-sister. She had a pair of White girls draped over her golden-brown flesh, both stroking her cock, looking all excited. They squealed in delight as they made her cum right there in the hallway.

I shuddered and walked faster.

Fifth period, I opted for another round of anal sex. The incredibly slutty Kalena Apikalia who was in the Program the week before even provided the lube for Lalita Singh’s swarthy futa-cock. She flipped up her cheer skirt and let my partner plunge. I had a great orgasm on that pussy-lubed futa-cock.

I didn’t have to attend my sixth-period class because of the play. I was exempt so I could attend practices instead. It was a delightful bonus. I headed to the performing arts center where we were rehearsing on stage. The sets were almost all complete. It was so incredible. Cum leaked out of my pussy and asshole.

“Hey,” Isidora said as she came up alongside me.

I rolled my eyes as my naked futa-sister walked beside me. “Tell me you’re not heading to rehearsal.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” she asked, arching an eyebrow at me. “I see you’re having fun.”

“Ugh, don’t lecture me. I’m not doing anything you’re not.”

“I wasn’t,” she said, raising her hands. She flashed me that lush smile she used on the girls.

I raised a frosty eyebrow.

“You’re just the understudy,” I muttered. “The play’s on Friday. You’re not needed.”

Her head cocked. “How much sex have you been having today?”

I gave her a wicked grin. “So much. I even did two futas at once.”

“Yeah, Shelena’s telling everyone how she broke in your ass. Took your anal cherry.”