Futa Naked In School – Naughty Futa Bake Sale

Chapter Two: Leann’s Sells Futa Pies

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Leann Winthrop’s Week, Saturday

“There you go, cutie,” purred Skylar, one of the futa-janitors. Her blonde pigtails spilled down her youthful face.

I gasped as she gave my naked ass a squeeze. My futa-dick throbbed as I remembered the day before when Ji-Min and I had satiated the futa-janitors with our bodies. They’d taken my pussy’s cherry while I’d sucked their cocks and took them in my cunt and asshole. In the end, Ji-Min and I were dripping with cum.

And the futa-janitors had agreed to set up the tables for the bake sale being held at my college. It was a warm day. The sun was out. I could go around naked outside without freezing my tits and clit-dick off. It was my last day I had to go nude at school events. My time in the Program was about to come to an end.

“Thanks,” I said as Skylar’s finger dug into my rump. She leaned down and purred, “If you ever want to break the rules, you know where our office is.”

She licked my ear and then stalked off.

My cheeks blushed as I whirled around and groaned at the five figures staring at me. My cheeks blazed as the two coeds and three women smiled. My futa-dick throbbed harder, my brown hair spilling down my back and my large tits heaving before me.

“Well, someone’s blushing,” said Priscilla. She was student council president, a blue-eyed and busty girl with strawberry-blonde hair. We were both twenty, juniors at Rogers College. Beside her stood Mrs. Tinker, a fair-skinned woman with a big smile on her round face. She was Priscilla’s mother, a sexy MILF that normally would have me drooling in delight.

“Yes, she is,” said my own mother. Mom had an equally mischievous grin as she stared at me, her dark-brown hair framing her mature face. She wore a sundress with a high neckline and no sleeves. “So you swing both ways, huh?”

“I guess,” I muttered.

“The futa-janitors gangbanged us both,” said the naked Korean girl. Like me, she was in the Program this week. Ji-Min was our treasurer and it was her idea to have the bake sale. Her small breasts quivered, dusky-olive nipples hard. She was shaved, her pussy lips gleaming with excited cream. “Leann loved it, Mrs. Winthrop.”

“I bet she did,” my mother said. She leaned over to the girl. “I always like taking a hard dick myself. Leann’s futa-mother has a nice one.” My mom glanced at my dick.

This strange tingle raced through me. Incest wasn’t illegal any longer, one of the many laws repelled in the sexual revolution. It was why Ji-Min and I were going naked.

“You really were gangbang?” asked Ji-Min’s equally petite mother. They stood at the same height, her mother still fair-cheeked. They both wore their silky, black hair cut short making them almost appear to be sisters, though Mrs. Song was clearly the older.

“Yep, Mom,” Ji-Min said. “It was incredible.”

Mrs. Song shuddered and then cleared her throat, her cheeks growing as scarlet as mine. “So, shall we set out the goods? The event starts soon.”

“Right,” I said.

Students and their parents, as well as several local restaurants, had supplied various baked goods for sale. Cakes, cupcakes, cookies, pies, and more were all gathered. It was our job as members of the student council, and with the aide of our mothers, to get things ready.

I wasn’t looking forward to darting into the walk-in refrigerator to gather them. It was one of the reasons I was wearing shoes if nothing else. I side and said, “Let’s get to it.”

“That’s the leadership we need from our Vice President,” Priscilla said. “Let your futa-cock guide us, oh wise Leann.”

I rolled my eyes. “How did you get elected again?”

“Why, I have a cute ass,” she said and turned around, flipping up her skirt to reveal her lack of panties.

She did have a cute ass.

It took us nearly thirty minutes of racing in and out of the college. We were set up in the courtyard outside the cafeteria, so it wasn’t a long trip to the walk-in refrigerator in the kitchen. I would dart into the frosty air, my futa-cock wilting and my nipples hardening. I’d scoop up a tray and get out as fast as I could, Priscilla and my mother giggling the entire time.

We stacked the food out on the tables with prices on them. Reina, our secretary, had volunteered to run the cash register. She was already sitting there, a smug look on her face. “I can’t leave the money unattended,” she’d said when we started. “You know, I’m responsible.”

Soon, the tables the futa-janitors set out for us, as per some arcane union rule only allowing them to do it, quivered with the pastry delights. My mother’s delicious strawberry-cream cupcakes with their pink frosting were up and center, with Mrs. Song setting out a tray of cookies covered in powder sugar and another with some sort of mini-pies. They looked delicious. Priscilla and Mrs. Tinker brought out their own treats. These were little lemon sponge cakes but they had no frosting on them.

I frowned at that.

“I thought we could make our own custom batter,” said Priscilla. She pulled a pill out of her pocket. “Got some Viagra for you, Leann, since you’re the only futa who can whip it up.”

“Wait, you’re going to sell pies with my cum on them?”

“True futa-creampies!” she said in delight. She bumped her hip into her mother’s. “Right?”

“Yep,” she purred. “Priscilla’s futa-girlfriend helped us test them out last week. I liked the cream she whipped up in my daughter’s pussy, but Priscilla was quite taken with the cream Pearle churned in mine.”

Priscilla nodded.

I dropped my job at that. “You and your daughter…?”

“Incest is the best,” said Priscilla and she threw her arms around her mother’s lips. They met in a hot, taboo kiss.

My futa-dick when hard in a second. I squeezed the pill and then looked around at the others. Clearly, Priscilla and her mother were up for it. But where the others? Ji-Min and her mother were blushing while my mom had this wide-eyed look of shock on her face.

Priscilla broke the kiss and whirled around on me. “So, you up for satisfying us all? Five delicious pussies just waiting for your cream to churn up something for the customers.”

I glanced and groaned, already the people were filtering in. Students with their parents, the older women and futas grinning, clearly eager to help our college raise money. I winced as Priscilla grabbed a sign from beneath the table and set it before the pies.

I knew what it would say.

A woman arched an eyebrow. I didn’t know her. “Are you going to sell pies with futa-cum on them?”

“Fresh from our pussies,” said Priscilla. “Leann here is going to churn it up in our cunts. Doesn’t that sound hot?”

The woman shuddered, her cheeks blushing. “It kinda does. And, I mean, $50 is for a good cause.”

“Yep,” purred Priscilla. “So, you up for it, futa-cutie?”

My dick throbbed. How could I say no?

Mrs. Tinker grinned and pulled off the tight top she wore. Her naked breasts spilled out. Her tits were as big as her daughter’s, spilling out into a pair of jiggling mounds. Her pink nipples thrust out hard. She unzipped her jeans and kicked off her sandals. She shoved down her pants down, revealing a shaved pussy, her red hair swaying.

Priscilla unzipped her skirt at the same time. She dropped the cloth down her lush legs, revealing a pussy as denuded of hair like her mother’s. The wild student council president then peeled off her baby doll t-shirt, those large and lush tits spilling out. They were bigger than my own big boobs.

“Mom!” gasped Ji-Min.

Mrs. Song had pulled off her blouse, her small breasts cupped in a soft-gray bra. Her cheeks burned bright as she said, “It’s for your college, Ji-Min.”

The naked sophomore shook her head, her small tits jiggling. The Korean girl stared at her mother, eyes flicking up and down her body. Mrs. Song’s tits came into view, firm and small. Her hips had more curve than her daughter’s, and her bush was thick and black. I groaned as the Korean MILF pushed off her jeans and panties in a single go.

“I guess I’m up for it, too,” my mom said.

My jaw dropped as my mother unzipped the back of her sundress. She shrugged out of it, her round breasts constrained in a white bra. She wiggled out of her dress, her panties matching snow. I shuddered about to see my mom naked for the first time. I couldn’t believe this. Would she let me fuck her?

It was incest.

She unhooked her bra, her breasts spilling out round and swaying. Her nipples were hard, thrusting pink from them. I grabbed my own nubs, twisting them as my mom wiggled out of her panties, her trimmed, brown bush coming into view. Dew dotted her curls.

My mom’s pussy was wet.

“Fuck me,” I muttered.

“I’ll go first,” Ji-Min said, glancing at her mother. “Okay, Mom?”

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Ji-Min

I trembled as I moved to this divan that Priscilla and her mother were setting it down. Their heavy tits heaved as they brought it from their little hiding place around the corner of the gym. They set it behind the table beneath the awning, a long, padded bench for us to have sex on it. I had curving arms so you could lean on it like a couch, but it had no back. It was like something Cleopatra would recline on.

I grabbed my mom’s hand. She gasped as I led her to it. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but… but… I was just so turned on. Incest! My body was on fire. If my futa-mother found out… I shuddered, glad she wasn’t coming.

She had work to do.

“You sure, Mom?” I whispered.