Chapter 1: Leann's Big Futa Mistake

Ji-Min Song’s Week, Friday

After a week of going naked in school, I was relaxed. It was the first week back from Spring Break, and I had a great time being enrolled in the Program for the last five days. It had opened my eyes to my sexuality. I had learned so much about it.

Shame tomorrow’s student council sponsored bake sale would be my last chance to do it officially. Sure, I could go naked if I wanted to. Xochitl and her futa-sister certainly did it, using any chance they could to have incestuous sex in public. Quickies before school, in the middle of the cafeteria, fierce petting sessions between classes. Those two were all over each other.

Most, however, didn’t go naked though they might wear some of the newer clothing designs now that it was warming up. Skirts cut high in the front to show off your panties, or pussies, blouses with transparent tops to show off your nipples or bras, or blouses with built-in support so you could have your tits cradled and nipples exposed. Girls were grooming their pubic hair into shapes, dying them. Futas were piercing their nipples and showing them off.

The world was getting a little freer.

“So how do you like going naked for the week?” asked Reina Vela, the student council’s secretary. She was the only one in the room not naked for our student council meeting. “I know Leanne’s been having a lot of fun.”

“Getting all the pussy I can get,” Leann Winthrop said. The futa’s large breasts swayed. She was the vice president of the student council. She leaned back in her chair across from me, those lush melons jiggling.

I liked futas with big tits.

“How about you, Ji-Min,” Reina asked, glancing at me.

“I’ve been having my fun,” I said, blushing and nodding. My short, black hair swayed about my face. I was Korean and unlike many, I didn’t have a Western name. My parents were a little traditional.

“I heard Adile got at your pussy,” Leann said. “Damn, I would love a crack at that lesbian.”

“You can’t fuck her straight,” said Reina, folding her arms.

Leann shrugged. “It would be hot to try.”

Reina glanced at me. “Did you and Adile...”

I nodded, my cheeks burning. “Once, when I asked for relief, she volunteered and, well, she’s pretty good at eating pussy. I returned the favor. It’s different without a cock, but fun.”

“Damn, I want to get chosen,” groaned Reina. “There are only eleven weeks left in the school year. I don’t want to wait until next year. It sounds like a blast.”

“Oh, yes,” Leann said. “I remember how you came on my dick after Wednesday’s meeting.”

“So hard,” Reina panted. “My futa-girlfriend was wondering why I was late, and I just said, ‘Program’s fault,’ and kissed her. Would you believe she ate me out full of your cum? She was turned on.”

“Kinky,” Leann said. “Not my thing eating cum out of a girl, but good to know. I can send you to her with another pussy load of cum.”

“We’re having a meeting right now,” I said, squiring, my pussy getting wet and wet. My nipples were hard atop my small breasts.

“I can send you home with cum, too,” Leann said. “No rule that says we can’t fuck just because we’re in the Program together.”

“We’re having a meeting,” I repeated.

“Not until Priscilla gets here,” said Leann. Priscilla was the president while I was the treasurer. It was a bit of a stereotype, but I loved math. I really, really did. Numbers just made sense. Before I lost my cherry on Tuesday, sex wasn’t as important to me, but now...

Maybe we could have some fun if Priscilla wasn’t—

The doors to the student council room threw open and Priscilla marched in. Her large breasts quivered in her baby doll t-shirt. She wore jeans tight enough to prove that she wasn’t a futa but all girl. Her strawberry hair swayed about her shoulders as she marched around the table, a look of fury on her face.

“Uh-huh,” Leann said. “What happened?”

“The janitors is what happened.”

“Custodians,” said Reina. “They prefer custodians.”

“Whatev.” Priscilla reached the head of the table and gripped the back of her chair, knuckles whitening. “The bake sale is in jeopardy.’”

“What?” Leann straightened up, her large tits heaving. “No, we’re all set. I have promises of baked goods, the weather’s going to be a warm 70 so we can be naked. No rain. It’ll be a perfect, spring day. My mom is bringing in her cupcakes! They’re the best.”

“The janitors claim they weren’t informed about the bake sale,” Priscilla said, practically grinding her teeth together. Her gaze shot to Leann. “You did tell them, right?”

“Well...” Leann squirmed.

“What does this mean?” I asked. The bake sale was my idea to raise money for the school.

“That they’re not going to help because we didn’t give them the month notice like someone was supposed to.”

Leann’s shoulders melted. “I thought I filled out the form.”

“Our bake sale is ruined over some dumb form?” asked Reina. “Why do we need the custodians?”

“‘Only the custodial staff can set up tables on school property,’” Priscilla said in a mocking tone like she was repeating words. “Union rules or some BS like that. We can’t even bring our own tables. How messed up is that?”

“Shit,” Leann groaned. “I’m sorry. I must have forgotten. I really thought I did it.”

“So there’s nothing we can do?” I asked, my heart fluttering, on the verge of panic.

“Well...” Priscilla bit her lower lip. “You two are in the Program, so if we were to offer them some schoolgirl delight ... You know...”

Leann’s cheeks went red. “What?”

I swallowed, my own cheeks warming as this thrill shot through me. The custodians were four futas. They had that sexy, working vibe. They didn’t wear the most attractive outfits, but they made me tingle thinking about satisfying them.

“It’s against the rules,” Leann said. “They’re staff.”

“Well, this is a school event,” said Priscilla. “Outreach to the custodial staff. If we can make them happy...”

“I’ll do it,” I said, my pussy on fire. “I don’t mine. They’re cute.”

“Good,” said Priscilla. “Way to be a team player. And you, Leann...”

“But I’m a futa.”

“Some of them might be into futas.” Priscilla faced Leann. “This is your fuck-up. You can’t expect Ji-Min to clean it all up herself.”

“Shit,” Leann muttered

Leann Winthrop’s Week, Friday

I had managed to avoid any futa-on-futa contact all week. I wasn’t sure I was down for this, but...

It was my fuck-up.

“Maybe they’ll just be satisfied with you,” I muttered to Ji-Min as we walked naked through the empty halls.

“Maybe,” Ji-Min said, an eagerness in the voice. The petite, Korean sophomore had this look of sparkling lust in her eyes, her pale-olive cheeks flushed dark. Dusky nipples thrust hard from atop her small, quivering breasts, and her landing strip of black hair led to the juicy lips of her pussy.

“Damn,” I muttered, a twinge racing through me. She was cute, a year younger than me. I was a junior, like Priscilla.

We rounded the corner and there it was: the custodial break room. We were near the gym and the boiler room. I took a deep breath, my stomach roiling. Could I do something with a futa? I wasn’t into them. I mean, they had cocks. Not just pussies, but big, throbbing shafts thrusting from their folds. No cute, dainty clits to nibble on.

Ji-Min knocked on the door, looking so cute and nubile as she trembled. I swallowed, my dick growing harder. I wasn’t sure if it was her or this strange excitement that I might be forced to service a futa-janitor that made my cock throb.

The door opened to a youthful janitor with blonde hair gathered in pigtails. She looked barely out of high school, her hazel eyes bright. She wore a green jump-suit she wore half-unzipped to show off her small, conical breasts cupped in a demi bra, nipples poking hard at the satin.

“Well, look at you two,” she purred, her eyes flicking up and down Ji-Min.

“We’re here to apologize for the mix-up about the bake sale,” Ji-Min said. “If you need anything from us, we’ll be more than happy to provide it. Any service. Any use.”

“Any?” she asked. Her nametag read Skylar. She turned around and purred, “Azra, there are two naked students here wanting to be our fuck-toys. One’s a futa, and the other is just scrumptious.”

“Send them in,” came the rich tones thick with a Middle-Eastern accent.

Fuck toy? Shit.

Skylar stepped aside and, with a giggle, ushered us into a small locker room. A folding table was in the center, cards around it. Three more futas sat there, a Hispanic one with her brown hair pulled into a ponytail and her jumpsuit bunched around her waist, smiled. Her tits were out, round and brown, topped by pink nipples.

“Mmm, look at them,” she purred in her Latina accent.

“Uh-huh,” Raquel said a short, Asian futa, her skin a darker shade than Ji-Min’s. She had a smile playing her lips. “What do you say, Azra?”

The last futa, her skin a deep brown, set down her cards. She flicked her eyes up and down us, her breasts rising and falling beneath her jumpsuit. She stood up and smiled as Skylar closed the door behind us. Azra nodded her head, eyes smoldering.

“Who else knows about this little arrangement?” Azra asked, stopping before us.

“Just the student council,” I said. “No one will find out. And, uh, besides, this is a school activity. Custodial outreach, so it should fall in line with the Program rules. Technically.

Azra’s smile grinned. She had plump lips. Her hand unzipped her jumpsuit, revealing round breasts beneath, her dark-brown nipples hard. “Perfect.”

“Come here and suck my dick, cutie,” said Skylar. “That’s the girl, not you, futa.”

“Leann,” I muttered as Ji-Min whirled around and fell to her knees before Skylar. The Korean sophomore didn’t even hesitate to swallow the ivory cock before her. She bobbed her head, working her lips up and down it.

“Damn,” said the Asian futa. She stood up. Her nametag read Yen. She had a hungry look in her eyes as she unzipped her suit, her breasts small and conical.

“Come suck my dick, too,” said Raquel. The Hispanic futa, her naked tits swaying, stalked by me. She shoved down her jumpsuit more to pull out her cock, the tip pierced by a gold ring. “Wrap those lips around this, mamacita.”

Ji-Min ripped her mouth of Skylar’s cock, turned her head, and engulfed the Hispanic futa. The naughty schoolgirl bobbed her mouth, her hips wiggling. She gripped both cocks, pumping up and down them with practiced ease.

My dick swelled to a full erection. My pussy ached, clenching. Juices dribbled down my thighs. My breasts swayed. Azra and Yen stripped off their jumpsuits, standing naked and hard. Azra had a short but squat futa-dick she fisted while Yen had one almost as big as mine. Hers thrust from a thick, black bush.

“She’s good,” Yen said.

“Yeah,” I said, glancing down at the two futas dicks. “So should I... ?”

“Start sucking, futa-slut?” Azra asked. “Well, she looks busy. Wrap that pretty, White mouth around my big cock and make me explode.”

“Damn,” I muttered. I sighed. I had to do this. Might as well get it over with. Ji-Min was having fun.

Maybe I would, too.

I sank to my knees before Azra and Yen. I grasped their futa-dick. They throbbed and pulsed in my grip. I stroked them, this strange thrill racing through me. I was holding futa-cocks in my hand. Hard, throbbing clit-dicks. They felt like mine, the hard core and the outer layer of skin that shifted over it. Precum beaded their tips.

Ji-Min sucked with hunger behind me. I had to do as good a job as her. I leaned forward and opened my mouth. I swallowed the tip of Yen’s cock. I tensed against the taste of her precum, but it wasn’t bad. Salty.

I sucked.

Not bad at all.

I stroked their cocks, Azra’s shorter but wider. I fisted them as I sucked on Yen’s dick. I tried to remember what girls had done to my futa-cock, which ached so bad right now, and swirled my tongue around Yen’s tip. I caressed it, bringing a moan from her lips.

“Don’t forget about me,” Azra purred, her voice throaty.

I pulled my mouth off Yen’s cock, a little bit of drool running down my chin. I turned my head and engulfed Azra’s dick. I sucked it into my mouth. I sealed my lips about that shaft and bobbed up and down that wider cock.

I sucked a few times while Yen’s cock beckoned. I had to please them both. I had to make them both happy. I fucked up, so I had to pay. I switched futa-dicks and engulfed the slender, Asian futa’s dick. Her small breasts quivered.

“Oh, yes, what a good mouth you have,” groaned Yen. “Mmm, this is making up for us having to come in our day off.”

“Indeed,” groaned Skylar. “Ooh, cutie, you got a mouth on you. Hows the futa doing?”

“Adequate,” Azra said.

I shuddered, my pussy clenching. I couldn’t do adequate. I had to give the best damn blowjob ever.

I popped my mouth off of Yen’s cock, saliva dribbling down to my throat, and shifted over engulf Azra’s futa-dick. I sucked it into my mouth, my cheeks hollowing. I could see Ji-Min bobbing her head. I worked my lips down the squat dick, breathing in the tangy musk of Azra’s pussy. I sucked, my tits jiggling as I moved.

Azra groaned. Pleasure crossed her face, her round breasts swaying above my head. I heard the delight I gave her with my mouth and tongue. I fisted Yen’s cock faster, giving Azra’s dick a final, hard suck. Then I switched, panting before I engulfed Yen’s shaft.

Her spongy dick slid past my lips. I sealed tight about her shaft and danced my tongue. I pumped my hands up and down Azra’s shaft, stroking her fast. Hard. I knew where a futa liked to be stroked, something not all girls seemed to know.

The tip.

That spongy crown drank in all the pleasure.

I pumped fast while my tongue danced over the Asian futa’s dick. She moaned, her voice sweet and soft, her pussy juices spicy. I could see her folds through her thick forest of dark hair. Dew beaded them.

“Oh, yes, yes, just like that, cutie!” groaned Skylar. “I’m going to jizz all over your face. Bet you want that.”

“Mmm, yum!” Ji-Min said.

“Oh, mamacita, I love it,” Raquel moaned. “Work that mouth up and down my cock. Ooh, you’re a tiny thing, but you can take all of my dick.”

Would Yen and Azra, especially Azra, want to cum on my face. I shuddered. It was so demeaning to have that, but ... The bake sale was important. Our chance to leave a lasting impact on the school. My pussy clenched, my dick throbbing.

I popped my mouth off Yen’s cock and moaned, “You can cum on my face, too!”

Azra smiled.

I sucked on her dick. The Middle-Eastern futa shudder. Her breasts swayed. She grabbed a fistful of my brown hair, holding it tight. My breasts swayed as I sucked and slurped. Drool dribbled down my chin as I loved them.

The pants and moans of the four futa-janitors mixed with the wet sucking and slurping Ji-Min and I produced. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. My futa-dick throbbed before me. I swirled my tongue around Azra’s cock then switched.

“I want you to cum on my face!” I moaned before engulfing Yen’s dick.

Her cock throbbed in my mouth, her breasts quivering. “Oh, yes, we will, futa-slut!”

“Mmm, cum on my face, too!” Ji-Min moaned. “I want it!”

“Oh, cutie, you’ll get it!” groaned Skylar. “Keep sucking like that. I’m going to erupt in your mouth.”

I shuddered, my futa-dick throbbing and aching. My hands pumped up and down Azra’s and Yen’s clit-dicks. The scents of their pussies swelled, filling my nose as I blew them. The heady aroma had me shuddering. My hips wiggled from side to side, the excitement building and building in me. It was this wild rush.

A kinky thrill.

I sucked and slurped and bobbed my head. I went back and forth, my tits heaving. The futas moaned. In the background, Skylar and Raquel gasped. They were both moaning, building towards their release.

“Yes, yes, cum on my face!” Ji-Min moaned. “Just erupt!”

“Cutie!” Skylar howled.

“¡Mierda!” cursed the Hispanic futa. “Take it, mamacita!”

“Yes, yes, bathe me,” the sophomore groaned.

I pictured her cute face getting bathed in cum. She looked like a little doll. They were splattering her with cum. Both Yen and Azra watched. I shuddered and popped my mouth off Yen’s cock. I fisted both their cocks as hard as I could.

“Cum on my face!” I begged, needing to win their support. “Please, please, fire that jizz across my features.”

They glanced down at me. Azra licked her lips, her plump tits swaying. Yen whimpered, her cute face twisting up. Her black hair danced around her face. Her clit-dick throbbed in my hand, precum bubbling from the tip.

“Almost there, futa-slut!” she groaned.

“Yes, yes, get us there,” panted Azra, gripping my hair. “A few more strokes.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, my pussy clenching, dripping with juices. My futa-dick ached. I was so turned on right now.

Just aching to explode.

Their dicks erupted.

Yen’s fired a moment before Azra’s did. The Asian futa’s cum splattered the side of my face and spilled up to my chin. The Middle Eastern futa’s blast caught me right on the lips. I gasped as her salty cum flooded my mouth before she coated my upper lip and nose.

“Take it, futa-slut!” moaned Yen, her body heaving. Juices dripped from her thick bush.

“Oh, damn, yes, that’s it!” Azra panted.

I shuddered as they drenched my face. They coated me in it. I whimpered, fisting their cocks. Jizz rained down to splatter my large boobs. My futa-dick throbbed as their girl-spunk ran in hot lines down my face and cheek. I trembled, squeezing out more.

My tongue swept out, licking up the cum. I couldn’t believe how good it tasted. I shuddered, my futa-dick aching and throbbing. It was such a hot thrill. I felt so dizzy from it. It wasn’t that bad. The hot cream ran down my face to my waiting tongue.

Not bad at all.

Azra grinned. “Just got coated in cum, didn’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I moan, tits rising.

“Mmm, bet you got a hard cock and a wet pussy, don’t you?” she asked.

I nodded then gasped as she lifted me up by the hair. I groaned, catching a glimpse of Ji-Min scooping up the cum that adorned her face before I was turned and thrust at the card table. My pussy clenched, a rush of heat surging through me as I was bent over it.

I could feel playing cards sticking to my tits, my nipples rubbing into the felt. I shuddered, my futa-dick throbbing. I could feel my twat on display. Azra’s short, squat cock rubbed up and down my pussy folds.

“You ever took a dick back here?” she asked. “You got a cherry, futa-slut?”

“Just some girls’ fingers,” I moaned, pussy juices dribbling down my cock. “If you need to.” I felt shocked that I was saying these words, but I had to please Azra. “You can fuck me. You can take my pussy virginity.”

“I think I just might at that,” groaned Azra. Her futa-dick pressed against my pussy lips and slid up and down my folds. “The others can enjoy the cutie.”

“They will,” I moaned, so eager to please this futa. I had to do a good job. I licked up some more cum dribbling down my face. “Fuck me! Plunge that cock into me!”

Azra thrust hard into my pussy.

I gasped as she spread me open wider than any fingers had. Her cock wasn’t long, the length of my middle finger, but that girth had me shuddering. My futa-dick throbbed and twitched. The ache swelled at the tip as this silky friction surged through me. “You like that, don’t you, futa-slut?” she hissed, her trimmed bush rubbing into my ass and the shaved folds of my pussy.