Futa Naked In School 08 – Naughty Futa Bake Sale 1: Leann’s Big Futa Mistake by mypenname3000..,

Leann, a naughty futa, has to make up for her mistake by pleasing the futa-jantiors with her nubile body. , Futa Naked In School – Naughty Futa Bake Sale

Chapter One: Leann’s Big Futa Mistake

Ji-Min Song’s Week, Friday

After a week of going naked at my college, 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 classes, 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 college.

“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 college’s 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

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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.