Futa Naked In School – Futa MVP’s Reward

Chapter One: Taboo Futa Passion Exposed

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Charisma Lacy’s Week, Monday

“It’s not too late to say no to the Program,” Lola Lovell said as she stood before the auditorium for the weekly Program Assembly. The blonde, wearing a puritanical dress of gray, stood on a box beneath the banner urging every student to show spirit for the football team. “You don’t have to surrender your morality and strip naked to attend college. If we all resist, they can’t force such perfidy upon us.”

“Give it a rest,” I groaned to the blonde girl. She was president of the Purity Society. “The rest of us like it.”

“Perverted futas like you are part of the problem, Charisma,” Lola said, her green eyes lancing on me like a hawk’s.

I shrugged, my futa-cock throbbing. “Maybe you’ll get picked today. I’d love to see you walking around our campus naked.”

Her back stiffened. She clutched her cross in her hand and sniffed.

“Don’t antagonize her,” my little sister groaned. Krysten walked at my side, a freshman two years my junior. Even though it was late October, and we were heading to the seventh or eighth one of these assemblies, she still looked nervous.

I put my arm around my little sister. It was an older futa-sister’s job to be protective. Krysten was cute. My dick tingled in my panties and a hot thrill rippled out of my pussy as I pictured my auburn-haired sister naked. She had these blue eyes that would just shine without anything covering her pale, eighteen-year-old body. Her small breasts would look so cute, and I wondered what her nipples were like?

Mine hardened atop my large breasts. They were big and pillowy. Unlike a lot of my futa-friends, I had to wear a bra thanks to the size of my tits. My nipples poked against the V-necked, green top I wore today to compliment my fiery hair and match my eyes.

“You’re not going to get picked,” I told her.

She squirmed.

“And if you do, well, I’ll spend all day caressing your tits and pussy so the other futas can’t.”

Her cheeks went scarlet. Krysten stiffened against me. She glanced up at me. She licked her lips then opened her mouth like she wanted to say something. Then my sister broke away from me and darted across the auditorium toward where the freshmen sat.

I blinked at that, my dick throbbing.

America had changed in the last decade. All manner of decency laws were repealed. Incest laws were thrown out. You could go naked in public if you wanted or even have sex. It was your right to enjoy your sexual freedom. To encourage it, the Program was born.

In colleges across America, students were chosen to attend classes naked. How they were chosen and how many each week was left up to each school’s administration. While students were in the Program, they had to be naked at all times while on the campus (save for any protective equipment like wearing shoes or aprons in chemistry), they had to use the opposite gender’s restroom (futas in the girls’ restroom and locker rooms and vice versa), and had to given into “reasonable requests.”

There had been some confusion about reasonable requests early on. Our college’s star quarterback, a sophomore named Shelena, had pushed the line a few times. You could touch a person in the Program, caress their tits, pussies, asses, or futa-cocks, but you couldn’t penetrate them without consent. If you did, you could be in big trouble.

Shelena took things right to the line and then stuck her futa-dick’s tip just over it.

Besides touching, reasonable requests included asking them to pose, to do naughty things, and professors could use them as aides in classes. I hear a few health classes and biology classes had gotten pretty wild.

I passed the football team all gathered together watching some of the cheerleaders prancing before the crowds in their purple skirts, flashing gold spankies as they got the crowd excited for this week’s selections. Shelena was in the midst of them, a tall, Black futa with a cocky smile, her large tits swelling the stretchy top she wore.

She was such a bitch.

I sank down with the other juniors and waited for the fun to begin. My futa-dick was hard to watch the two girls chosen get stripped. I wasn’t too interested in the futas chosen. I wondered if this weak would have a theme, like the second week when the two girls running for homecoming queen had a slut off, or if it would be random.

The auditorium quieted down to an anticipatory hush as President McTaggart sauntered out. She was a redhead, like me, which made me feel some kinship to the older futa. She had a big smile on her face and a peppy bounce to her step, her breasts jiggling in her blouse.

“Good morning, Futa-Rams!” she cried when she reached the podium in the center, the auditorium split in half, the bleachers on either side crowded with students.

A mighty cheer roared through the crowd. Many were waving banners of purple and gold.

“I know you are all excited for our football team!” the president said as they cheers died down. “They are kicking butt this year, aren’t they!”

“GO FUTA-RAMS!” the football team all shouted from their section, the futas all cheering in delight, many wearing their letter jackets.

“But that’s not why we’re here this morning,” said President McTaggart. “I know many of you are eager for the new choices, especially Lizaveta. I see she’s got her camera ready.”

The blonde futa grinned, crouched in a skirt nearby ready to record the moment. She loved following around the girls chosen, snapping photos of them for the yearbook, or so she claimed. I bet the futa had a massive collection of spank material now.

Smart freshman.

“Okay, ladies first,” President McTaggart said. She reached in. “Ooh, we got a senior. Kassy Quickley!”

Cheers rippled through the crowd as a busty girl with brown hair rose from the auditorium. Her cheeks were flushed, but she blew kisses to the crowd as she strolled down the bleachers. She was already stripping naked as she sauntered towards the president. I groaned, my dick so hard, eager for the fun to begin. It twitched and pulsed in my panties as she dropped her bra, bearing those big tits.

“Yes, yes, futas, she is lovely,” the president purred, clearly ogling the topless senior. Staff wasn’t allowed to touch us even though we were all consenting adults. Another rule to keep down any abuse. “Now, for our second girl, we have… a cute freshman. Nice. Krysten Lacy, you’re up. Let’s see that rocking bod!”

My jaw dropped.

Across the auditorium, I found my little sister slowly rising to her feet, her slender body trembling in her long-sleeved, blue blouse and the black skirt she wore over her teal tights. She crept out, sweeping back her auburn hair behind her ears.

“Don’t be shy, Krysten,” the president purred. “You’ve seen all your friends go through with this.”

“You’ll be fine,” the freshman girl who went the very first week shouted. I’d gangbanged her in the bathroom during her week. She was leaning against a blonde futa with glasses. “You can do it.”

“Damn, that’s your sister,” Xanthippe, a Hispanic futa, groaned beside me.

I nodded, watching as Krysten grabbed the hem of her blouse. She trembled beside the president them, drawing in a deep breath, pulled it up. She exposed her small breasts cradled in a light-blue bra. The president took her blouse, sticking it in a bag. My sister unzipped her skirt next, dropping it down her thighs. Her tights clung to her, the fabric of her panties bleeding through the teal material. She doffed her shoes.

Her cheeks were scarlet as her eyes met mine.

“You can do it, Krysten!” I shouted to my little sister, my pussy on fire. My futa-dick had never been harder.

She peeled down her tights, rolling them down her ivory thighs. She had a dainty pair of panties on beneath, a darker shade of blue from her leggings. She wiggled her hips, bending over, her firm titties hardly swing in her blouse.

“Isn’t she just cute?” cooed the president, taking the tights. “Let’s get the rest of you off.”

My sister’s face was strawberry-red now. She reached behind her, fumbling with her bra fastener. The entire auditorium, mostly futas including myself, groaned as her small titties came into view. I groaned as those perky mounds topped by dusky-pink nipples.

Her flush spread down her neck to her collarbone, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed rapidly. She hooked her panties waistband and, with a tense look on her face, shoved them down her thighs.

My dick almost erupted at the sight of the soft down of fiery hair between her legs. She stepped out of her panties and squirmed beside Kassy. My sister’s small tits jiggled, her hands clenched tight before her belly.

“Goddess, that’s incredible,” I groaned, seeing my little sister naked for the first time. My clit-dick wanted to break out of my panties.

Her eyes met mine for a moment, then Krysten looked down at her feet.

“Futas next!” purred the president, her hand shoving into the bag to draw the name. “Let’s see… Nope, that’s a freshman. You lucked out, Paloma.” She reached in again and… “Here we are. Ooh, now this is quite the coincidence. Charisma Lacy.”

Silence crashed into me. People were shouting around me, but the sounds didn’t register. I felt stunned. How could I be picked the same week as my little sister? I rose, the world spinning around me, and stumbled down the bleacher steps. Cheerleaders shook pompoms as I passed through them, wicked smiles on their lips.

Whatever naughty words they said only sounded like muffled moans. The blood screaming through my ears drowned out everything but my hammering heart.

My eyes were fixed on my little sister. I came closer and closer to her trembling, naked body. Her breasts quivered. I could see a sheen of perspiration on her face. Her blue eyes flashed up to meet mine, electrifying my body.

I had to strip naked before my little sister.

Though there were several hundred people staring at me, girls and futas both, it was only Krysten’s eyes I felt on my body. I trembled as she fidgeted before me, her eyes wide as I drew up the hem of my blouse, pulling it up my belly, sliding it higher and higher until I unveiled my tits in a cream-colored bra. My cheeks burned. I was stripping naked for her.

I reached behind me; unhooked my bra. My breasts spilled out of the cups, large and soft, rippling with my every movement. Her tongue flicked across her lips. A shudder went through my little sister.

She mouthed, “Wow.”

Her eyes were locked on my breasts, following their sway as I attacked my skirt. It was red and pleated, a flirty, bright color. I liked to be bold. I unhooked the fastener and the short zipper rasped. I shoved them down, my panties constrained in matching panties, the cream-hued fabric cut to mold around my hard dick. It witched. It throbbed.

My little sister swallowed.

I handed over my skirt. My pussy felt so wet. The interest in my little sister’s eyes sent this incestuous rush through me. There was this taboo thrill racing through me to unveil myself. I wiggled my hips back and forth. And then I thrust down my panties.

I groaned as I bent over, my breasts swaying. My futa-dick sprang out, bouncing hard before me. It thrust from the shaved folds of my pussy right where a clit would be on a girl. On my little sister. As I stepped out of my panties, I stared at her fiery bush.

My sister’s juices dotted the tight curls. Through them, I could see parts of her pink slit and… maybe the hard nodule of her clit poking out of her folds. I shuddered as I straightened, my dick bobbing, my sister’s head watching.

“You’re… big, Charisma,” she said, her words taut.

“Yeah,” I said. In the background, the final futa, a sophomore, was called. I hardly paid attention as my eyes drank in my sister’s beauty. She was so nubile and beautiful, quivering. She looked in need of protecting, like I should swoop in and wrap my arm around her, shielding her from the hungers of the other futas in the college.

“Now get to class!” I heard the president say and a crash of sounds surged around me.

“Charisma!” my sister gasped and threw herself at me.

I groaned as my cock was trapped between us.