Chapter 2: Futa’s Taboo Decision

Charisma Lacy’s Week, Tuesday

I felt numb as I sat naked in Coach Musil’s office. My little sister was beside me, equally as nude as me. We were both chosen to attend classes sans clothing thanks to the Program. Being naked wasn’t why I was numb. After two months of the Program running at our high school, I’d grown used to seeing naked girls and wild sex around campus.

I’d even made love to my sister before our mythology class the day before.

No, I was numb because of Principal McTaggart’s request. She wanted my sister and me to be inspirations to our football team. The futas needed all the encouragement they could to win the championship game this Saturday. They were on a winning streak that they couldn’t lose now, led to victory by Shelena, the sophomore star quarterback.

“It would be a big morale boost for my futas,” Coach Musil was saying, sitting back, her white athletic T-shirt stretching over her large breasts. Like many futas, she didn’t wear a bra, her nipples hard against her tight top.

The futa-coach eyes kept looking at my little sister’s small breasts. Krysten sat beside me, the petite, fourteen-year-old girl quivering with excitement. She held not my hand, but my futa-cock, stroking it with an eager touch, sending confusing pleasure through me.

“It would just be you wearing collars and leashes for the lucky futa,” the coach continued. “You know, maybe have to jerk off her cock or rub her pussy as a reasonable request.” A leer grew on the coach’s lips. “Now, if you want to do more, well, that would be fine. Other than that, the MVP of the game would be the only one who could give you reasonable requests next week.”

I swallowed, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as my little sister stroked my clit-dick. She pumped her hand up and down it as she squirmed beside me. She was an enthusiastic lover after getting her cherry popped.

The night before...

“But I’m a futa,” I protested, my cheeks burning. I was sixteen. I had pride. “I don’t want to be another futa’s sex slave. I don’t want to suck cock or get fucked or anything.”

“She’s still got her cherry,” my little sister said, an impish grin on her face. Her auburn hair fell about her face. Her blue eyes twinkled. “So, it’ll be a great reward.”

“It will be great if you agreed to do it,” the coach said. “For the team. If we win, it’ll be big for the school. You two will be heroes.”

I quivered. This was a trap. If I said no, everyone in school would hate not just me, but my little sister. They would think we had no school spirit. The football team’s winning streak was a huge deal. If I derailed it ... I swallowed, my futa-dick throbbing, aching.

Maybe no one knew about this opportunity. “Is this ... common knowledge.”

“Don’t think so,” said the coach. “Principal McTaggart came to me with this around lunch yesterday.”

“Can I have some time to think about it?” I asked. If no one else knew...

“What’s there to think about?” my little sister asked. She bounced on her chair, her little tits quivering. She was excited. The Program was meant to help students become comfortable in their sexuality, especially girls. To help everyone understand that sex was something fun, not something to be afraid of or ashamed of. It would help people not to think that girls were sluts just for fucking around. To understand that they were free to have whatever fun they wanted. “We can do this. Together, Charisma.”

I stared at Krysten, her blue eyes brimming with excitement.

“Just ... give me until the end of the day,” I said, swallowing. I was straight. I didn’t want to do things with a futa.

“Of course, sport,” the futa-coach said. She grinned at me. “I know you’ll do the right things and help our football team win.”

“Yeah,” I said, squirming. “Well, we should get to our classes.”

“Right, right.” She grabbed a pad off her desk and filled out two notes. “So your teachers don’t get mad.”

“Thanks,” I said, taking mine.

My dick throbbed in my little sister’s incestuous grip. She stroked me as she bounded to her feet. Her little breasts quivered while my large tits swayed. I had some of the biggest tits for a futa in our school. Lush and bountiful. It felt weird not wearing a bra.

A line of pussy juices dribbled down my thighs as we left Coach Musil’s office. I shuddered, the scent of my spicy musk mixing with Krysten’s sweet cream. My nipples ached atop my breasts.

“Why won’t you do it?” my sister asked, still stroking me. I was escorting her to her class, just to be sure she didn’t get held up by any horny futas how might be in the halls. It was PE for me right now, my class just down the hall.

“You want to?” I asked her. “To be some futa’s sex slave.”

“If I’m doing it with you.” She leaned against me.

“You want to fuck others?” I asked her.

She nodded her head, her fiery locks dancing. “Don’t you? I want to do so many naughty things with you. We can share girls or futas. Ooh, we could suck a futa’s cock together, or we could lick a girl’s pussy.”

“You want me to share a futa’s cock?” I asked her.

“Ooh, futas sucking each other’s cocks is so hot. All the fashion and gossip magazines have spreads of cute futas your age blowing each other. They bob their heads up and down each other’s cocks and finger each other’s juicy snatches. Their faces look so beautiful covered in girl-spunk.”

“Damn,” I muttered, the ache growing and growing at the tip of my cock as I pictured that. “They really put those in those magazines you read.”

“Of course,” she said. “Don’t they put naked girls having sex on the hoods of cars in those hot rod magazines you like?”

I squirmed. “Well, yeah.”

“The magazines I read are about encouraging girls to have sex and experiment and do naughty things. Where do you think I learned to give you a blowjob?”

My cheeks burned. Why did I feel suddenly so virginal compared to her?

The day before, after we both stripped naked to join the Program, my sister had blown me, egged on by that bullying bitch Shelena. Our school’s star quarterback thought she had the sweetest smelling cunt on campus. That she could do no wrong.

I bet she would be the MVP. I couldn’t be her sex slave, and the idea of that cunt touching my little sister, cajoling her, getting her to do things made my blood run cold. I would say no. I wouldn’t do this no matter what.

“So you’ll think about it?” Krysten asked, squeezing my cock when we reached her class. “Please.”

“Of course,” I lied to her. She was just so cute. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. I savored the flavor of her mouth on mine. Her tongue danced across my mouth. I shuddered at the taste of her strawberry lip gloss.

She was cute.

She broke away and gave my dick one last squeeze.

I groaned as it throbbed. I rounded the corner, heading back to the gym where my PE class was underway, my dick bouncing before me, thrusting from the folds of my juicy pussy. My big tits swayed. I pushed back some of my fiery locks as my bare feet padded down the hallway. I was glad the school was well heated.

The Program would suck otherwise.

My dick throbbed. I wondered if it was too late to ask for satisfaction since I was showing up late. I smiled, hoping that Tatyana, the cheer captain, would give me a nice handjob or blowjob. Just as I imagined her letting me fuck her before the class, a dark form stepped out of the futas’ restroom.

“Charisma Lacy,” Shelena said, a big smile crossing her ebony lips. Her large breasts swelled the crop top she wore, leaving her sleek, toned stomach bare. Her jeans hugged her hips and molded to her thighs.

Her cock hardened as she stared at me, tenting her denim.

“I hear you’re going to be my sex slave,” she said.

“What?” I gasped as she sauntered to me. The fact she knew had me frozen. Before I could react, the futa quarterback ran her fingers up my cock, brushing the tip as she stopped before me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Well, I hear that you and your sister are going to be the MVP of the game’s sex slave if we win,” Shelena purred. “I think that’s amazing to hear. I’m so glad you decided to do it. What a great offer you’ve made.”

Her thumb massaged the tip of my girl-dick. Another futa was touching me, but there was nothing I could do about it. Reasonable request. I shuddered, pleasure throbbing down my aching cock as she massaged me, my precum coating her thumb.

“Mmm, you’re going to look so pretty sucking on my dick, aren’t you?” she purred. “I know White girls love suckling my dick, I bet you White futas do, too.”

I swallowed. “I ... haven’t decided.”

“Oh? Are you going to back out? Are you going to let the entire school down?” Shelena pulled her thumb away, leaving my dick aching. “Pity. Definitely a pity.”

She sauntered down the hallway and headed into her classroom. I shuddered, my futa-cock aching. I needed satisfaction so badly. My pussy dripped juices. How did Shelena know about it? I thought it was the principal’s idea and...

Yesterday, after Shelena convinced my little sister to suck my dick, the bitch spoke to Principal McTaggart. “That fucking cunt,” I swore. “Goddess damn her!”

I marched to my PE class, my futa-dick throbbing before me. I wrenched open the door to the gymnasium and everyone looked at me, paused in their warm-ups. Tatyana, the cheer captain dressed in her purple and gold uniform, bounded to her feet. She did a high kick, flashing her naked pussy at me.

“You’re such a sexy futa for doing this!” Tatyana squealed. “Shelena told us. The entire squad thinks you rock!”

“You are crazy, Charisma,” Stacie Ward said, the futa shaking her head. “I’m not sure I could do anything like that. Not even to motivate us to win.”

“It’s going to be so hot!” gushed a girl named Natisha, her eyes fluttering. “I hope you’ll suck the MVP’s cock before the entire school.”

“It’ll be my cock,” Tanisha Reed, another member of the football team, boasted.

“And get a facial,” the cheer captain said, her hips shaking.

“Charisma!”

“Charisma!”

The cheers echoed while Coach Hamps, a futa with sandy-blonde hair, shook her head, trying to restore the class.

I groaned. Shelena told the entire school. I was fucked.

Krysten Lacy

“Well, well, well?” I asked when my futa-sister and I left our mythology class. I bounded along beside her as we headed to the cafeteria. “Are we going to do it?”

“She should say no,” Lola Lovel said. The President of the Purity Society swept passed us in her prim dress, the neckline high, the hem all the way down to her ankles. “Becoming sex slaves for the deviant lusts of the football team is perverted. And you’re a futa! It’s doubly so!”

“Oh, are you homophobic, too, Lola?” I asked, sneering.

Lola huffed and kept walking.

I didn’t care what she said. I had such confidence. My second day going naked had shown me just how sexy my body was. Futas were so eager to do things with me. I hadn’t gone past reasonable requests, yet, but only because I wanted my futa-sister to join me.

“If my futa-sister wants to fuck cocks and sucks dicks with me, I think that’s hot!” I shouted at the retreating Lola.

Lola scurried away faster.

My futa-sister shivered, her large tits heaving. I stared up at her and gave her a supportive smile. Her green eyes were glassy. Her nipples were so hard. I clung to her as we walked through the walls. Futas grinned at us and girls giggled.

“You’re amazing!”

“It’s so hot that you’re doing this!”

“Go Futa-Rams!” Jade, a futa in my technical writing class, said as she passed. She wanted to fuck me bad.

“Go Futa-Rams!” I cheered back at her, my little tits bouncing. Pussy juices soaked my bush and trickled down my thighs.

“You two are hot together!” a passing futa said, smacking me on the rump.

“Mmm,” purred an older girl, “if I had a futa-sister that sexy at home, I’d be riding her dick all day!”

I winked at her.

My futa-sister didn’t say anything, but her futa-dick was so hard before her. I could smell her tart musk mixed with my sweet cream as we reached the cafeteria. More students cheered us. Some naughty cheerleaders flashed their pussies at us. One had written “Go Futa-Rams” in purple over her shaved twat.

“We have to do it,” I told my futa-sister. “Please, please, everyone wants us to do it. Feel how wet I am.”

I grabbed her hand and shoved it between my thighs. Futas around us groaned in envy. My sister looked down at me, her breasts swaying. I grinned at her as I rubbed her hand up and down my slit, my juices soaking her. She licked her lips, this wild gleam forming in her eyes. Her fingers curled and slid into my pussy.

“I didn’t give permission for that,” I told her. I grabbed her futa-dick and stroked her. “Unless...”

“Krysten,” she groaned. “I’m not into futas.”

“And? I’m only into you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to help our football team win.”

I tugged her to a cafeteria table. It was so amazing how easy it was to control my big sister when I gripped her futa-cock in my hand. I just had to grab her, stroke her, and she quivered. It was amazing. I loved it. She was normally so dominating with me, but not she was so submissive as I turned her around and pressed her down.

“I just...” She swallowed. “I’m not sure I can.”

“Suck a futa’s cock?” I asked her. “I did it. Yours! It was amazing. I loved it. Mmm, your cum tasted amazing.”

I straddled her, my pussy on fire. I pressed my naked tits into her chest while a crowd built around us, all eager to watch our incestuous passion. I rubbed her futa-dick against the hot folds of my cunt, sliding them up and down my folds. Tingles raced through me.

I found the entrance to my naughty hole and sank down her cock. I loved her futa-dick being in me. This big, thick shaft that stretched my naughty cunny to its limits. I whimpered, my heart pounding in my chest as I sank farther and farther down her girl-cock. My nipples throbbed into her breasts as I hugged her.

Her pillowy mounds felt so soft against my little titties. I hugged her around the neck, pressing our bodies tight. We melded together. It was so hot. We were the same blood. I loved my futa-sister so much.

“Mmm, just imagine sharing me with another futa,” I purred into her ear, my pussy clenching on her cock. “Both of you in my cunt at the same time, sliding your clit-dicks in and out of me, your shafts caressing each other.”

Her cock throbbed in my snatch. “Goddess, Krysten, where did you learn about that?” “Magazines,” I purred as I slid my pussy her girl-dick. Charisma felt amazing in me. “Mmm, we’ll have such a wild time, won’t we. I just know it. Both your dicks sliding in and out of my cunny, just like yours is now.”

I squeezed around her girth as I sank down her shaft. The pleasure tingled through me. I whimpered, my nipples throbbing against her fat nubs. This wicked thrill raced through me. The pleasure spilled out of my cunny and through my body.

“Imagine how tight I’ll be then.”

“Goddess,” she moaned, her hands grabbing my rump, squeezing and kneading me.

“That’s right,” I moaned, rising up her cock as she gripped me. “I’ll be so tight. You’ll both be in me, fucking me.” Her fingers slipped into my butt-crack. “You’ll share me. Love me. Then you’ll both cum in me.”

She teased my asshole, caressing my naughty backdoor as my lusts surged through me. This wicked heat boiled out of my pussy. I slammed down her cock again, bringing another groan from her lips. Her fingertip pressed on my asshole, her fingernail teasing me.

I gasped as she penetrated me.

“Then you’ll both get to lick me up,” I moaned as her finger slid deeper and deeper into me. “Doesn’t that sound hot?”

“Goddess,” she groaned, her finger pumping in and out of my asshole. “What are you doing to me?”

“Turning you on,” I moaned, my hips rising faster, sliding my pussy up her cock while my snatch clutched to her girth. “Mmm, isn’t that hot? Isn’t that just wonderful? We’re going to do such wicked things to each other.”

“Yes!” she groaned as I slammed down her dick. I engulfed her again.

I licked and nibbled on her ear as I rode her. Our nipples caressed. Her futa-dick felt amazing in me. My asshole clenched down on her finger probing in and out of me. I felt my futa-sister weakening, wanting to share that joy with me.

I wanted to do so many naughty things with Charisma. So long as it was with my sexy, older futa-sister, I could do anything. Walking around school naked. Giving blowjobs. Licking pussy. I wanted to share all these naughty delights with her.

I loved her so much.

“Oh, yes, yes, Charisma,” I moaned. “We’re going to be a futa’s sex slave for a week! We’re going to have so much wild fun.”

“Goddess dammit,” she moaned and thrust another finger into my asshole.

I shuddered, my bowels gripping down on her digits. Her head turned. Then her lips found mine. My sister kissed me. She fingered my asshole while I rode her clit-dick I moaned into her lips, my body shuddering, clinging to her. My heart raced, my orgasms building and building, drinking in the friction of her hard shaft and naughty digits.

“That’s so hot!”

“Incest ... I wish I had a little sister!”

“Show your school spirit!” one of the cheerleaders whooped.

“Your incestuous love will lead us to victory!”

“Ride that futa-cock!”

“Flood your little sister with your cum!”

“Can I join? I’ll fuck your ass hard, Krysten!”

I broke my kiss with my futa-sister to moan, “No fucking me, Jade! Not unless Charisma gets to fuck your pussy first!”

Charisma groaned, “Yes!”

Jade didn’t answer. I didn’t care. Just hearing that my sister was willing to fuck another futa only swelled my orgasm. I was so close to cumming now. My futa-sister’s fingers churned up my asshole. My pussy clung to her dick. I slammed down her girl-cock, taking every inch of her. My clit rubbed against her shaved pubic mound.

Sparks flew.

My orgasm exploded through me.

My pussy writhed around my futa-sister’s big cock. Pleasure rippled through me. I squealed into our kiss, shuddering on her, my snatch sucking at her. I wanted her to fire so much jizz into me. To just fill me with her cum and give me all that salty delight I craved. She would fire so much passion into my pussy.

Just flood me.

I kissed her. Our tongues dueled. They danced around as the ecstasy washed through me. My asshole writhed on her fingers. My pussy sucked at her girl-cum. I wanted her to squirt in me. I had the shot. Good for a year.

Charisma broke the kiss and moaned, “Krysten!”

“Cum in your little sister!” erupted around us as my futa-sister.

“Do it, cute!”

“Flood your little sister’s twat!”

“Go, Charisma, Go! Flood that incestuous cunt!” whooped the cheerleaders.

“You’re awesome!”

“Cum in me, Charisma!”

My futa-sister erupted.

That wonderful spurt of hot cum fired into me. I whimpered in delight at the incestuous feel of my futa-sister’s flooding my pussy. It was incredible. I whimpered in delight, my eyes fluttering as the heat washed through me.

My pussy milked her. I whimpered as she groaned. Her finger jammed deep into me. Her big breasts pressed into my little titties as she quivered. She groaned and gasped as her cum flooded into me.

Everyone cheered around us. They applauded and whooped and hollered. They were all so happy for us. So excited. I groaned and trembled in delight. I loved this moment, my body quivering in delight as the pleasure trembled through me.

“Say yes!” I moaned.

She groaned as the last of her cum fired into me. She filled me up.

“Please, please, say yes.”

“No choice,” she groaned. “The school will hate us both. I can’t do that to you. We’ll do it!”

I squealed in delight. We were going to share a futa’s cock. It would be so hot. I couldn’t wait to do all those naughty things. I rained kisses across my futa-sister’s face. She was the best. I loved her so much.

Charisma Lacy

I trembled as I knelt naked on the gym mats. The football team gathered around us, the horny futas all staring at my little sister and me with such hunger in their eyes. They wore athletic shorts and tank tops or sports bras, their nipples hard, their futa-cocks tenting their crotches.