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Chapter One: Birdie's Naughty Desires

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

President Birdie McTaggart, Monday

“And here is what you have all been waiting for!” I boomed into the microphone in the auditorium of Rogers College, my school. I was the president here. The architect of one of the most successful Naked in School Programs in the country. “The final four chosen to go naked for this year!”

Cheers erupted through the auditorium. The cheer squad, led by Tatyana Naumov their captain, were out in force. They were topless, their tits painted in the college's colors of purple and silver. Their tartan skirts flashed as they did high kicks, exposing shaved twats at the class. The Pervert's Society—one of my proudest moments was winning Lola Lovell to the Program—waved their signs in support of the proposed rule change. The last year had changed everyone, students and staff alike. Sex was free and open. People knew they could love each other, whether they were the same sex or even related. All the bonds were liberated.

All save one.

The rule which prevented me, the president, from enjoying any of the nubile girls and sexy futas that attended my college. The rule made sense. The board of trustees when they authorized the implementation of the Program wanted to make sure there were rules in place to keep things from being abused.

No penetration of any student in the Program without their consent. A simple rule. You could rub a girl's pussy, stroke a futa's cock, or play with their nipples. You could ask them to pose. To show off. You could even wash them in the shower.

But now true sexual act. No sucking on cocks or fucking pussies without their permission.

The other major rule was teachers could only touch students in the Program, or out of it, as part of a lesson. To use them as aides during a lesson. Some teachers found the flimsiest excuse possible, but it was to keep the students from feeling like they were being pressured into sex. Relationships had blossomed despite that.

Molly Jordan and her futa-daughter were the first. We could hardly tell Molly not to explore her incestuous relationship with Johana when they lived under the same roof. Next came Valeria Castellano and Stacie Ward. Their relationship had begun covert but when exposed, Stacie argued that love should have no bounds and she cared deeply for her swim coach. That promoted an emergency rule that if a student and teacher entered into a relationship, disclosed to the college and with paperwork signed to prove consent, would be allowed.

It was progress. Student/teacher relationships began, notably Keisha Rowbottom and her prize debate champion Randi Bjork. Our drama teacher, Christi Tyrell, used the contract to have a new girlfriend each week, skirting the rules. But what I wanted, and what the Pervert Society now championed, was casual sex between staff and students.

Hookups.

I wanted it badly.

I gazed out at the students shouting and cheering. They were at a feverish pitch. “I think I've kept you waiting long enough!” I said and thrust my hand into my bag. The names were already pre-***********ed. This was just an act. Sometimes they were random, and sometimes I had fun with whom I chose. I plucked out the blank sheet. “As always, ladies first and... We have Natisha Mason representing the juniors!”

Natisha Mason burst from her seat and rushed down, already pulling off her tank top, her legs looking amazing in the booty shorts she wore. It was June and the weather was lovely. She exposed naked tits that bounced with her excitement.

“I finally got chosen!” she shouted, such joy in her eyes. I knew she would have a fun week.

My futa-dick throbbed at the sight of her heaving mounds. Then she ripped off those booty shorts and shook her jiggling ass at the crowd. I licked my lips, wishing I could just eat her out and ask her permission to fuck her brains out.

Being the president was a hard, hard task.

“Next up,” I said, shoving my hand into the bag, pretending to fumble around amid the blank slips. “We have... Oh, no, that's a junior.” I grinned as I dug around again. “Here we are. Juniper Dannel for the sophomores! It's your lucky week!”

She looked ecstatic. In the beginning, girls especially, were shocked to be chosen, but after all these months, everyone saw the fun. The pleasure. The joy those in the Program got as they came to understand their sexuality better.

“Now for you futas,” I said, gazing out at the students. “Mmm, let see who we got...” As Juniper stripped naked, I pulled out a blank paper. “Lalita Singh for the freshman!”

An Indian futa bounced to her feet, her skirt swirling. Her friends were smacking her rump as she worked her way past them down the bleacher to the stairs so she could hurry down to me. She looked so excited, too, her futa-dick tenting the front of her skirt. In moments, that would be whipped off.

I began miming the last one. I always had to pick a few false starts. I could only draw a senior futa, narrowing the choices. “Okay, here we are! Whoa, didn't think I was going to find a futa upperclassman.” I grinned out. “But Hazel Reed, it's your lucky day!”

The crowd thundered as Hazel surged up. Lalita was already naked, her futa-dick thrusting swarthy before her. The two naked girls were eyeing her while the student body eyed the rest. Hazel ripped off her belly shirt and then shoved down her jean shorts cut so high they were almost a thing. Her girl-dick popped out, hard and throbbing.

“Enjoy them!” I announced.

The students flooded out of the stands to swarm the four and give them a taste of the Program. Futas almost always came during this, and the girls probably would, too. I smiled at some of the successes. Denice leading her rival-turned-sex-slave Umeko by a leash attached to a collar. The A/V club's happy members from Ginny and Candice to Paloma and Salome. Even Shelena, the swaggering bitch of the campus had joined, staring in many pornos. She'd been dating Guanting Chan a few weeks now.

The Program was amazing.

I spotted Lola watching with her girlfriend and futa-girlfriend. They were in a three-way monogamous relationship. Mostly. It worked for them. I headed over to the naked trio, Lola absently stroking Jade's cock while Macie was cuddled on the other side.

“Miss Lowell,” I said while remembering giving her a sugar pill to trick her into indulging in her passions. That was one of my better ideas. “I was wondering if we could talk.”

“Sure,” Lola said, wrenching her gaze from Lalita getting her cock stroked by five different girls. I wasn't sure they were accomplishing much, but the futa looked happy.

I stopped before Lola, struggling not to ogle her barely legal breasts. They were so ripe and firm. I just wanted to squeeze and knead them and play with them. But I was good. I kept my hands at my side.

“The board of trustees is meeting tonight,” I said.

“On the rule change?” she asked, arching a blonde eyebrow at me.

“Yes,” I said. “I was hoping I could have the Pervert Society's support at the meeting. I'll need some... visual aides to help convince the board that this is a great idea. They're a little old-fashion.”

“Do they not fuck in public?” Lola asked.

“Something like that,” I said. “They feel responsible for your students, but they're not here like I've been. I've seen how this has gone, and I am so thrilled in the Program's results. But I agree with, this rule needs to be amended.”

“We'll be there,” Lola said. Then she gasped. “Look at that.”

I turned my head to see Lalita's cum firing from her girl-dick. The Indian futa looked like she'd reached Nirvana. She trembled in the embrace of the giggling girls. One of them was getting splattered by the cum. It splashed on her belly left exposed by her half-shirt. The cum ran down to her skank skirt that didn't even cover her ass but instead showed off the metallic panties she wore.

My futa-dick throbbed and ached. This was why I needed the rule to change. I was going mad with lust. I wanted to enjoy all these nubile schoolgirls and barely legal futas. I shuddered, my pussy soaking my panties, my poor girl-dick throbbing.

I retreated from the cafeteria before I blew a gasket, or popped off prematurely in my skirt. Mondays were always the worst for me. I retreated to the solace of my office and sank down in my chair. I struggled to get some work done. So much to do. Graduation was next week, and things were underway to get it prepped.

But all I could think about were my students. Natisha, Lalita, Hazel, and Juniper. All going around the campus naked, asking for relief at the start of class so they could get sucked and fucked while their classmates watched. The cafeteria orgies. The hallway romps between classes. Locker room fuckfests. Youthful flesh coming together over and over while I couldn't touch any of them.

I didn't teach a single lesson. So there was not a single reason in the world for me to touch any of the students. If I wasn't their president, we could have all the sex we wanted. My wife and I visited those clubs where eighteen-year-old girls provided the best services. Between getting you food and drinks, they sucked your girl-dick and licked your pussies. You could slide into their cunts and leaving them dripping with cum.

It wasn't the same as it would be with one my own students.

After an hour, I had to check up on Vivienne Perreault, one of the English teachers. I was doing her year-end evaluation, so I wanted to sit in on her class for a little bit. I slipped in just as the students were arriving. I sat down in the back and then groaned when Lalita Singh walked into the classroom, her swarthy futa-cock leading the way.

A ripple went through the girls. They all were whispering and pointed at Lalita. She had the graceful body of a swimmer, her breasts small. She had puffy nipples. She grinned as she took her seat between Rosario Todaro and Candice Vance.

“Would you like your relief?” asked Vivienne.

“Yes,” Lalita said. The Indian futa popped to her feet and then turned to Rosario. “Care to help out?”

“I only play with other futas when I'm with Samantha,” she purred. “We like to share them.”

“Ooh, ooh, you can fuck me,” moaned Liliana Beasley. The brunette bounced to her feet in a tight crop top and a pair of panties, denim chaps covering the front of her thighs. Her panties were cut low in the back, showing off a great deal of her rear. “I'm already lubed,” she moaned, bending over. Her brown asshole peeked out as her panties, by design it seemed, hugged the bottom curve of her ass and exposed her backdoor.

“Someone wanted to fuck a futa today!” giggled Hilda Salomona.

“Go for it,” groaned Jacinta Albuquerque, a Hispanic futa rubbing at the front of her skirt.

I groaned, my pussy on fire. This couldn't be happening. I wanted to escape this. I had a front-row view of Lalita moving into position. The nineteen-year-old futa placed her cock against her fellow freshman's asshole.

Then she thrust.

I watched Lalita's tight, red-brown ass flexing as she sodomized Liliana. The freshman girl moaned and gasped, thoroughly enjoying the thick dick. I bit my lips, my body on fire. My pussy blazed with molten heat that had my futa-cock throbbing and aching.

Vivienne, sitting on her desk, squirmed, too. She caught my eyes and I knew what she was thinking: Please, please convince the board of trustees to change the rule because I'm going insane watching them fuck.

I shuddered, my breasts throbbing. I wanted to rub myself like the other students were. The futas were squeezing their cocks through pants and skirts while the girls had hands suspiciously between their thighs.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck my ass!” moaned Liliana.

I wanted to fuck her so bad. To be in that tight, nineteen-year-old asshole. To fuck in and out of her. It was torture. I shouldn't be here. I bit my lip, my body on fire. I had an evaluation to make, but... but...

I was going to go insane.

“Yes, yes, you're so tight, Liliana!” groaned Lalita.

“As tight as when you fucked my ass after the swim meet?” moaned the girl.

“You're just as incredible then!” moaned Lalita. “Oh, Liliana! I'm going to cum in you!”

“Explode in her!” Rosario moaned, her entire body trembling like she was cumming herself.

Damn, this was too much. My futa-dick pulsed and throbbed. I was going to go crazy from my bottled up lust. I wanted to get up and flee, but I had to watch their fucking to the end. Lalita's tight ass flexed as she buried into Liliana's bowels.

The futa's shaved pussy clenched. Then juices gushed down her thighs. A flood of her passion soaked her as she pumped her cum into Liliana's butthole. The girl moaned in orgasmic delight. Her tight, young bowels were no doubt writhing and spasming, milking Lalita's lucky cock.

I rose and groaned, “Well, Vivienne, you are running a great class.”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned, squirming, her face flushed.

I fled back to my office. I struggled to work for the next half-hour. Finally, noon came and it was lunch. I could do something about all these lusts racing through my body.

I rose from my desk, my panties a sodden mess, my dick throbbing hard for the last few hours. I straightened my skirt and marched out, my cheeks burning. My round tits jiggled in my bra, nipples aching.

I headed for the teacher's lounge.

On the way, I passed Natisha Mason getting eaten out by Adile Badem, the Turkish lesbian getting another girl in the Program. She had a knack for getting even the straightest girl. To my knowledge, only Salome had avoided the minx by simply having a pussy full of cum all the time.

I slipped into the teacher's lounge and groaned, “I need satisfaction!”

“Oh, are you in the Program, Birdie?” asked Regan Miller, a Native American math teacher. The futa leaned back from the table, her lunch before her.

“I might as well be,” I moaned. “I need help. I am going to explode. Those little tarts are driving me wild.”

“Oh, honey, let me help you,” my wife, Ava, purred. She had a sultry, German accent. I met her while stationed in Ramstein Air Force base as an eighteen-year-old service futa. I brought her back to the States with me. She taught German and coached the futa track and field team. She was a blonde and busty woman, her breasts overflowing the low-cut halter top she wore today. She stood up, her tits threatening to spill out of the red cups of her top. She wore a pair of tight tennis shorts, looking so sexy. “Anyone want to help? My futa-wife looks backed up.”

“Sure,” said Orlanda Rustici. The Italian teacher, and advisor to our small writer's club, rose. She dusky-skinned woman with a long fall of black hair. She had a slender, perky body and gorgeous legs. “I'd love to get some action. I had Natisha in my last class. She went for anal for relief and was drilled only feet away. I struggled to teach after that.”

Chuckles ran through the room. Everyone understood.

My wife and Orlanda sauntered to me, their eyes smoldering. My futa-dick throbbed in my panties, twitching with my heartbeat. I grinned at them and said, “What sweet lass you are.” I put a strong, Irish lilt into it. “Just spoilin' me with your pretty mouths and beautiful bodies.”

Orlanda grinned. She wore thigh-high stockings on those great legs and a tight miniskirt that hugged her ass. Her blouse fit her like a second skin, her breasts outlined. They were small and lovely. “You are going to cum hard, Birdie.”

“She is a sweet talker,” said Ava, her eyes smoky. “When she bumped into me at a park, she called me the prettiest lass in all of Bavaria.”

“Well, you are,” I said. “One of those milkmaids Germany boasts about.”

“I'm from Cologne though,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I have never been to Bavaria.”

I shrugged. “Don't care.

“Mmm, so pussy or cock?” Orlanda asked as she and my wife reached me.

“Oh, you're the guest,” said Ava. “You choose.”

“Pussy,” moaned Orlanda. “I love licking a futa's pussy. There's something so fun about it.”

“I agree,” I said and hiked my pencil skirt. I pulled it up my thighs and revealed my futa-cock tenting a pair of bright-green panties.

My wife shook her head. “I hate this pair. They're so tacky. That color is not flattering.”

“It's an amazing color,” I said and grinned at her. “But if you hate it so much, here's your chance to get rid of them.”

Ava laughed as she fell to her knees before me. She grabbed my panties and drew them off. My futa-cock popped out, thrusting from the shaved folds of my pussy. My shaft bobbed before her. She grabbed me with her soft hands, her blue eyes sparkling.

“Mmm, this is the futa-cock that lured me from Germany,” she moaned. “From all the good beer and sausage.”

“But isn't that a good sausage?” asked Orlanda as she sank down beside me.

“Mmm, it is,” moaned Ava before she swallowed my cock.

I groaned at the delight of my wife's lips around my futa-dick. Her tongue swept around it in just the way she knew would make me shiver. I groaned, my fingers flying to the buttons of my blouse. I worked them as she sucked, her hand stroking up and down my shaft. Her blue eyes sparkled. Her rosy cheeks hollowed as she nursed.

Even in her late thirties, she still blushed like a milkmaid. I loved her.

My pussy clenched as she blew me, her blonde hair spilling about her face. Orlanda nuzzled her head between my thighs, heading for my cunt already swelling with delight. The naughty Italian teacher pressed her mouth into my pussy.

Licked.

The best part of being a futa was having two women loving your sexes. Your twat licked and your cocked sucked. It was an amazing experience. I hoped all my futa-students had experienced that delight.

Ava sucked with hunger, working those plump, red-painted lips up and down my cock. She left little streaks of her lipstick on my shaft. She moaned, her eyes fluttering with her passion. The pleasure flowed down my shaft to my pussy.

My cunt experienced its own delight. Orlanda's tongue danced through my folds, stirring bliss through my body. My juices flowed. I unbuttoned my blouse, the pleasure rippling through me. Two different pleasures...

“Oh, damn, that's good,” I groaned. “Thank you, Orlanda, for your help. And Ava, you are always a treasure.”

Ava sucked hard.

“Mmm, you're welcome, Birdie,” moaned Orlanda. She flicked her tongue through my folds. “You do have such a delicious tasting pussy. It's not much of a bother to help you out.”

“She does,” groaned Sadie Stanton, a math and economics teacher. “Ooh, Radana, why don't you come over here and lick my pussy.”

“Sure,” said Radana Musil. She taught PE and coached the football team.

“I got a futa-cock in need of being sucked,” panted Sheryl Vann, a chemistry teacher.

“I can help you out with that,” moaned Tamara Aitken, the futa-librarian. “If you suck mine at the same time.”

“Sure.”

The teacher's lounge wouldn't be as busy if the rule passed. Still, I wanted the change so much. I yearned for it. So much temptation lurked around us. All those nubile girls and sexy futas. My girl-dick throbbed in my wife's hungry mouth. My pussy clenched around Orlanda's licking tongue.

They stirred such pleasure through me. Their mouths and tongues pleased my cock and pussy. My cunt drank it in, juices flowing. My ovaries swelled with the mounting pressure, wanting to erupt into my wife's hungry mouth.

“Ava! Orlanda!” I groaned. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I freed my round tits. They jiggled as I grabbed a fistful of my wife's hair. “I need this.”

“Mmm, just cum, Birdie,” purred Orlanda. She thrust her tongue deep into my cunt.

“Getting there,” I moaned. Then groaned as my wife did something I love.

She deep-throated me.

My cock slid down my wife's throat. She slid her ruby lips lower and lower. Her blue eyes blazed with her passion. Her throat engulfed the sensitive tip. She swallowed to massage it, building the pressure. My pussy ached.

My breast bounced as I shuddered. I couldn't take much more of this. They were incredible. They licked me with such hunger. They feasted on me and drove me wild. Ava pressed her mouth into my pussy lips, Orlanda's tongue brushing hers.

“Ooh, she's got talent,” moaned Orlanda.

“My wife's a woman full of naughty delights,” I panted. “Damn, Ava, I'm going to fire down your throat.”

My wife slid her mouth up my cock. I groaned at the suction. My ovaries quivered. My body bucked as I erupted. My wife managed to get up my cock in time to take the first blast in her mouth instead of down her throat. Then the second and the third spurts fired.

“Goddess, yes!” I gasped as I pumped my cum into her mouth.

Her blushing cheeks bulged with my jizz. Then she swallowed it all. I gasped, my body bucking. The pleasure rushed through my nervous system. Rapture buzzed through every bit of my flesh. My cunt spasmed. Juices gushed out of me into Orlanda's mouth. She licked at me as I pumped my futa-cum into my wife's mouth.

My breasts heaved. Stars danced before my eyes. The pleasure burned through me. I groaned and moaned. My red hair swept about my naked shoulders. My wife sucked out the last of my cum while Orlanda licked at my aching labia.

“You two naughty sirens,” I whimpered. “Goddess, I needed that.”

My wife sucked a final time as my orgasm died to buzzing delight. I groaned, my body bucking, breasts heaving. Ava ripped her mouth off my cock. She rose to her feet, her large breasts almost falling out of her top. Then she kissed me on the lips. I groaned, my tongue dancing with hers.

“Mmm, you have a yummy cunt,” moaned Orlanda. “Spicy. A great taste.”

My wife broke the kiss. “So, Orlanda, you like eating pussy?”

“Love it,” Orlanda moaned.

“Only futas, or do you like eating your own sex's cunt?” My wife had a wicked gleam in her eyes. “My futa-wife's not the only one in need of satisfaction.”

“Bend over the desk, and I'll go to town on you!”

My wife giggled and broke away from me. She turned around and reached behind her. She unzipped her halter top. It pulled off of her body like a clamshell unfolding. Her heavy tits were exposed. Faithe Corey, facing my wife as she ate her lunch, groaned in delight at my wife's tits.

Ava bent over the desk, her ass clad in those tight, white tennis shorts, the crotch stained dark.

“Did you forget to wear panties,” I asked as Orlanda crawled to my wife.

“Maybe,” Ava said. Then in German, she said, “I'm just such a naughty whore.”

“Yes, you are,” I said. “Ich liebe dich.”

She winked a blue eye at me.

Orlanda reached my wife. The Italian beauty reached around and unsnapped those shorts. She ripped them off my wife's pale rump. A thick, blonde bush soaked in juices came into view. I loved nuzzling into my wife's hairy twat while she preferred me shaved bare.

Orlanda didn't hesitate to bury her face into my wife's cunt. Blonde curls spilled over Orlanda's face, sliding over her cheeks. I groaned, my futa-dick swelling hard again. My wife's butt-cheeks clenched and relaxed. Her body trembled.

“Oh, she's good,” moaned my wife. “Mmm, yes, yes, Orlanda. You're such a good pussy licker. Scheisse, I like that.”

Around us, other teachers were getting wild. Radana licked and lapped at Sadie's cunt, devouring her hard. The two futa-teachers were sixty-nining on a desk, bobbing their mouths up and down each other's cocks. Lee Miller, an English teacher, mounted her futa-wife's dick and rode Regan hard. Laci's skirt bounced, flashing her naked ass as she did.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck my ass!” moaned from the other side of the room.

“Damn, Lakeisha, you got a tight keister.”

“Yes, yes, suck on my titties. Oh, I had Lalita, and that sexy futa made me so wet!”

“Let me eat suck that cock. You can pretend I'm Juniper Dannel.”

“Fuck, yes! I'd love to pound that slut.”

“Mmm, pound me instead.”

My futa-dick was back to full girth.

My wife threw a look over her shoulder, delight smoldering in her eyes. “Ooh, Orlanda, you're such a good pussy licker.”

“She looks like it,” I said, stroking my futa-dick.

My wife arched her eyebrows. I smiled at her.

“Orlanda, I bet you need some help, too,” I said as I knelt behind her. I grabbed the Italian teacher's ass. I dug my fingers into her rump through her skirt. “Do you need some relief?”

“I do,” she moaned. She shook her rump, humping it against me. “Slide your cock into my pussy.”

“Gladly,” I groaned and ripped up her skirt. I hauled the tight miniskirt over her ass, exposing a lacy pair of red panties clinging tho her dusky skin. Then I noticed her crotch. Her trimmed bush peeked through the middle of her gusset. “Crotchless panties?”

“Mmm, sometimes I sit on a dildo during class,” she moaned. “While they're taking tests. It has a remote control for its vibrations. It's incredible.”

“Naughty, naughty,” Ava moaned. “Fuck her hard. Pound her, Birdie. She needs a real cock. A vibrator is no substitute.”

“So true!” groaned Orlanda into my wife's bushy twat.

I pressed my girl-dick to the gap in her crotchless panties. Her black pubic hair caressed the tip. I groaned as I rubbed up and down, pressing into the tangle of silky strands. I felt her hot pussy lips. Her juices coated my futa-cock. Pleasure flowed up my shaft as I searched for her entrance.

Found it.

I thrust into Orlanda's pussy. I rammed to the hilt in her. I groaned at the feel of the Italian teacher's tight, hot cunt around my cock. The feel of her snatch felt amazing as she gripped me. The pleasure flowed down to my cunt. My ovaries drank in the heat.

My wife watched with hot eyes as I drew back my hips. She smiled at me, her large, bountiful breasts jiggling. The German beauty trembled and gasped, loving being feasted upon by Orlanda. The sexy woman devoured my wife's cunt while massaging my girl-dick with that hot pussy.

I slammed back through her, feeling the lacy edges of her crotchless panties caressing my dick. I smacked into her rump, her flesh jiggling beneath her satin cloth. It was exciting fucking her this way. Naughty.

“Mmm, I love these panties,” I moaned. “Ava, I have to buy you a few Paris.”

She grinned and arched an eyebrow. “I bet you could just eat me out while I stayed clothed. You could crawl beneath my skirt and lick at me.”

“Meine freche frau!” I moaned at her, calling her a naughty wife.

She winked at me.

I pounded Orlanda hard. I drove my girl-dick into her pussy. Her hot snatch clung to me. She teased me with every stroke into her juicy depths. She moaned into my wife's cunt. Orlanda's head moved as she devoured Ava's bushy twat.

The scent of hot pussies swelled as the teacher's lounge transformed into a wild orgy. Gasp and moans echoed around us. Radana had finished devouring Sadie's cunt and now was mounting her. The futa-coach thrust her hard cock into the teacher's pussy. The two futa-teachers sixty-nining were squealing and swallowing, gulping down the other's cum while Laci rode Regan's with gusto, working her cunt up and down her futa-wife's thick and hard cock.

“Yes, yes, fuck my asshole!” gasped Layla Adair, a history teacher. “Ooh, ram that clit-dick into my bowels.”

“Can I fit my fist in your cunt?” asked Febe Mulryan-Bustillo, a lesbian who taught graphic design and photography. “I love fisting my wife. I'll bet you love it, too, Mohana.”

“Only one way to find out,” answered Mohana Kulkarni, the communication teacher.

“Mein Gott im Himmel!” moaned my wife. “This is so hot. Yes, yes, Orlanda, lick my cunt while my husband fucks your pussy. Ooh, yes, yes. You're just a versaute Hure!”

“And you're a troia giocherellona!” moaned the Italian teacher. I had no idea what she said, but it sounded hot.

“Yes, yes,” I groaned. “You're both so hot. Keep eating my wife. I'm going to flood your cunt as she drowns you with pussy cream.”

“Cavalo!” Orlanda moaned, squeezing her cunt around my girl-dick. “I want that. Do that!”

I pounded her hard and fast. I drove my girl-dick to the hilt in her. The presser built and built at the tip of my cock. My breasts heaved. My red hair danced about my face. My wife stared at me with hungry eyes, her big boobs shaking.

She bit her lower lip and moaned. I could see her impending orgasm building. I wanted us to both come on Orlanda at the same time. I wanted to spurt my jizz into the Italian teacher's cunt. I would fire so much spunk into her while my wife drowned her.

Ava's blue eyes met mine. They sparkled with naughty delight. She was such a wicked woman. Our first date had been magical. She blew me on the Ferris wheel at this little carnival that had come to town. She had sucked down all my jizz and then kissed me with it, giving me my first taste of futa-spunk.

She made life exciting.

“Ava!” I groaned. “Mein liebchen! I'm going to cum in her!”

“I'm almost there!” she moaned. “She's sucking on my clit. You know what that does to me!”

“Yes!” I groaned, thrusting hard and fast into Orlanda's cunt.

I was at the verge of cumming, just waiting for my wife to explode and drown her. I groaned, my tits heaving. My red hair caressed my shoulders. That tight, hot, and juicy cunt massaged my futa-dick. My pussy ached, clenching hard as I fought off my orgasm.

“Oh, yes, yes!” gasped Mohana. “Febe, you're fisting me. That's incredible!”

“Mmm, your cum tastes amazing,” moaned one of the futa-teachers. I think that was Sheryl. “And things are heating up. Want to tag team my wife, Koralia?”

“Yes,” moaned the futa-librarian. “You up for it, Koralia?”

“Oui,” moaned the French teacher. “I am. Give me those futa-dicks!”

“Yes, yes, give them to her!” moaned Laci as she rode her futa-wife's cock.

“Cum, Ava!” I moaned, at the limits. I was about to erupt so hard. “Just erupt. Flood her mouth.”

“Scheisse!” my wife howled. “Orlanda, drink it all! I'm cumming, meine futa-frau!”

I buried into Orlanda's pussy and joined my wife in ecstasy.

My futa-cum fired out of my cock. My jizz pumped hot and fast from my girl-dick. It flooded her cunt. The pleasure flowed through me. Stars burst across my eyes. I whimpered and moaned with each blast, staring at my wife's flushed face.

She bucked and heaved. Her large breasts slapped together as she writhed through her pleasure. Orlanda moaned into my wife's snatch. Then the Italian teacher's cunt went wild around my girl-dick. She milked my cock.

My pussy spasmed just as hard. Juices flooded down my thighs. A heady rush of rapture washed through me, counterbalancing the powerful blasts of futa-cum erupting from my girl-dick over and over again.

I groaned, loving the bliss around me. Orlanda's delightful pussy drained my cock. I panted as my orgasm hit that wonderful peak, my breasts rising and falling. Then I descended into buzzing rapture. My clit-dick satiated.

“Oh, Orlanda, that was wonderful,” moaned Ava, the teacher's lounge echoing with fucking.

I pulled out of Orlanda's pussy. My cum leaked out, matting her hairs and the edges of the slit in her crotchless panties. My futa-cock bobbed before me soaked in passion. I took two steps back and sank into a seat.

My head lolled as I recovered from the pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes, milk my cock,” Regan moaned.

“Your fist is incredible, Febe!” Mohana gasped. “Holy shit! I'm exploding.”

“See, it's just the best,” moaned Febe. “You squirt like my wife does! She taught me this.”

“Remind me to thank Rois for this, Febe!”

“Fuck my asshole and cunt!” moaned Koralia. “Yes, yes, give me those big, futa-dicks.”

Ava rose and stumbled to me. My wife fell onto my lap and pressed her large, lush tits into mine. She nuzzled her lips against me and kissed me. I savored the sweetness of her lips on mine. My futa-dick twitched against her naked rump.

The sounds of passion echoed around us as I kissed my wife with tender love. I stroked her thigh with my left hand, my right cradling her back. Her arms snaked around my neck. She held me tight as we kissed.

When she broke the kiss, she nuzzled her nose into mine and asked, “So, how are you going to convince the board of trustees to change the rules?”

“The Perverts Society.”

“Fantastisch!” she moaned. “That's brilliant.”

She kissed me again. I knew every teacher in the lounge was counting on me to convince the five members of the board of trustees to change their minds. But they were conservative when it came to such drastic changes. The trustees' appointments lasted only so long as the school was successful.

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Nervous energy brimmed in me as the board of trustee meeting began. It was open to staff, students, and alumni of the college. I sat in the front rows, my wife at my side, and the Pervert Society around us. The eight girls and two futas were naked as usual. They wore their sashes, the white cloth with gold lettering falling between their naked breasts. Some were lush and ripe, others barely budding.

All were gorgeous.

I slid my hand up my wife's thighs as we waited. She parted them just enough for me to find the new, crotchless panties I bought for her after classes were over. I rubbed my fingers through the lace surrounding the opening and found her thick, blonde bush soaked in her juices.

She whimpered as I slid through her pubic hair, found her hot pussy lips, and then the entrance to her cunt. I thrust three fingers into her pussy. She moaned in delight, her twat clenching upon me as she gripped my arm.

“Oh, yes, yes,” she whimpered. “Birdie, you naughty futa. Ich liebe dich.”

I winked at her, loving when she spoke German to me. Her voice gave the words a musical quality even with some of its harsher sounds. She leaned in whispering in my ear in German, talking about how great I was making her pussy feel. How she was meine Hure.

My whore.

“What a thing to say, meine liebchen,” I said to her. “Frech frau.”

“Ja!” she moaned, her cunt clenching down on me.

Before I could make her cum, the five members of the board entered the room, led by Florinda Matos. She was a Brazilian futa with large breasts shown off in her low-cut, maroon top with ruffling collar following the scoop neckline. She moved with a sensual grace as she headed for her seat, her black skirt clinging to her lush, golden-brown thighs. Her dark hair fell in waves down to her shoulders.

My fingering slowed to a stop and I pulled my digits out of my wife's cunt. She groaned in disappointment.

Florinda sank to her seat while the other members sat around her, three futas and a woman. She turned on the microphone before her. It was small, not much thicker than the bendy, black arm it was connected to. There were two other microphones to be shared by the remaining members. Florinda glanced down at her docket and read off the date.

“First on the agenda, we have President Birdie McTaggart proposing a change to the Naked in School Program rules,” she said, reading from her paper. She had a sultry purr to her voice. “The board has reviewed the request and are inclined to maintain the status quo.”

My stomach sank. My wife grabbed my knee, giving me a squeeze, flashing me a flushed smile. “Ich liebe meine futa-frau.”

“We believe that the need to maintain the line between authority figures and students is important,” continued Florinda. “That there is potential for abuse in both directions. A teacher could threaten to fail a student if they don't perform sexual acts while, conversely, a student might offer sexual acts in exchange for a favorable grade. However, we are open to comments from those here.”

I rose and marched forward, Lola Lovell following after. Behind her, came the rest of the Pervert Society. Florinda arched an eyebrow at the naked, barely legal coeds surrounding me. She shifted in her seat, her cheeks darkening.

“Uh, President McTaggart, what are your students doing?” Florinda asked me.

“Why, they're showing their support for this policy,” I said. “I want you to consider something, Florinda and the rest of the board.” The three futas on the board all were staring with interest at the naked schoolgirls behind me. I was certain the one woman, Angela Smythe, had her eyes locked on the two futa's hard dicks.

“Which is?” Florinda asked, shifting in her seat.

“That the whole point of the Program is for our students to become comfortable in their bodies and to explore their sexuality.”

“It seems to be me that you've accomplished that,” said Florinda. She gazed out at the students. “They look quite comfortable being naked before us.”

“But they can't fully explore their sexuality,” I said. I grabbed Lola's arm and pulled her up beside me. My futa-cock throbbed in my panties, my pussy soaking the dainty garment. “While they are free to pursue relationships with the other students, and many do, there's one thing they can't do.”

“We do have fun.” Lola giggled. “I'm sure you've watched my porno where I convinced Macie Lum and the rest of my Purity Society to embrace their sexuality.”

“It was quite stirring,” Violet Gardner said, one of the board members. She shifted She had red hair gathered in a bun, her breasts small in her silk blouse.

“What is your point, President McTaggart?” Florinda asked.

“Just that while they can find all the sex and love from their peers, futas and girls their own age, they can't explore if they like an older lover.”

I turned Lola around and bent her over. This was allowed in the rules. I was using her as a demonstration. My hand, fingers still wet with my wife's pussy, slid down Lola back to her perky rump. I gave her ass a squeeze before my finger drifted down to her shaved pussy. She looked hot shaved. I parted her pussy lips, showing off her inner pink to the board.

The futas on the board groaned, Florinda included. Janet Carter licked her lips, her dark eyes staring at Lola's pussy. Even Angela Smythe shuddered. She bit her lower lips as my finger slid up and down Lola's pussy.

“Poor Miss Lovell hear can't explore her desires,” I said. “How does she know if she'd prefer an older futa or a mature MILF to love her if she can't experiment on campus with those adults in her life that she spends the most time with?”

“She's free off campus to do that,” Florinda said, her voice tight. She had her eyes locked on that pussy.

“But she has to go to strangers. Not in a safe environment.”

“Please, please, let us fuck our teachers,” moaned Jamie Kelly, a freshman in the squad. She advanced on Janet Carter sitting at the left end of the table. The schoolgirl sat before the futa. “I could even fuck you then.”

“Yes, yes, I would love to explore being with an older futa,” moaned Kylie Silvers. The freshman sauntered her nubile body up before Marjorie Kemp sitting to the right of Florinda. Kylie bent over, her tight ass pointed at me.

“Just help us out,” groaned Janelle Simpson. The futa-schoolgirl advanced towards Angela Smythe sitting at the right end of the table. Her futa-cock throbbed. “I love my girlfriend, but maybe I'll enjoy an older woman better. A sexy MILF like you.”

Angela Smythe licked her lips and shuddered, her nipples poking at her blouse.

“President McTaggart,” groaned Florinda. “Is this really necessary.”

“We want to have fun with the teachers,” moaned Lola as my juicy fingers slid up and down her pussy. Her hand grabbed my girl-cock through my skirt. She squeezed me. “I want to feel President McTaggart's clit-dick sliding into my pussy. But I can't because of the dumb rule.”

“The rule's to protect you,” Florinda said, her voice tight.

“Do I look like I need protecting from a sexy teacher or a hot board of trustees member?” purred Sandra Murphy. The sexy girlfriend to Janelle reached the table before Florinda. Then she knelt down and crawled beneath it. “I want to suck your cock, but I can't. That's not fair. I bet you have a wonderful cock. Maybe better than my futa-girlfriend's.”

“Maybe,” Janelle said. “Won't know until you let her suck you, Ms. Matos.”

Florinda swallowed. “The rule exists so teachers won't abuse you in private.”

“But what if we let them enjoy the students in public,” I groaned, proposing a compromise. “If they are in their class or around other witnesses, they should be allowed to do this.”

I thrust my fingers, still soaked in my wife's cream, into Lola's juicy cunt. The president of the Perverts Society let out a throaty groan and wiggled her hips. Her pussy clenched around me as I thrust my fingers in and out of her. Florinda swallowed.

“And if I wasn't her president, I could do this whenever I wanted,” I moaned even as her hand, drew up my skirt. “I could do even more than that.” She pressed my skirt up and up my thighs. She exposed my panties hugging my girl-dick. Then she tugged them down. My futa-cock popped out. “I could fuck her if I wasn't her president. But as much as she wants it, I can't slide my clit-dick into her.”

“And I want it so badly,” whimpered Lola. “Please, please, vote to let us have fun with our teachers and coaches. In public, where other students and staff are around. Let us have our safe fun and explore our sexuality.”

Florinda groaned, her heart pounding. She trembled, looking torn. “Is there anyone who objects to this rule change?”

I held my breath and waited, my dick held in Lola's stroking hand, her pussy clenching around my fingers. My twat ached. I wanted to be in her. I wanted to fuck her so badly. I just needed permission from the board.

Would they give it?

To be continued...

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