Talia Shephard's Giant Friend

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. Hardcore All manner of decency laws were repealed.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 sexy wearing shoes doggystyle 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 small 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 tits 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. One late August morning Donny woke with a start. Don’t get your hopes up too much for recognition from her but you may jog her memory’s. And bring her out of her depression. "It's not that easy. As Hardcore we finish up our entrée, I order some Baklava, one of Paula’s small favorite dessert. I'm sure you can find something for her to do." Mmm, I remember being your age.” When Reginald had lost nothing but his hat and socks, my dad and Lee were tied in second place with underwear and t-shirts still on. In a flash she was straddling me, it was the first time our lips had disconnected since we got to the door. He dropped his phone, the app instantly dying, the sounds of the fucking cutting off before the device even hit the cushion. She could feel her wetness growing down there. I smiled and responded, "Hi. “Really?” I gasped, shocked by that. Unwind a little.” He watched her face and she appeared to take his comments well, straightening up and clearing her throat, “Do you... do you think so?” He walked around the desk and sat on the corner near her, “Absolutely! “Ok!” She picked up a cardboard box from under the coffee table, originally from a package I had ordered a while back. Isamu nodded, noticing that tits Riku was touching the medal within his shirt. Thanks.” I would have preferred their barbequed beans, but I abstained out of consideration for those in the large meeting room. “Ohhh…” Ronnie moaned as my finger found her clit. In fact, I dumped half out in the bathroom." “Turn sexy around girls.” I ordered. As they fell in love they deepened their relationship. No one gave my ultra-short dress a second glance and most of the girls were wearing skirts that short. if I were you." Frozen for a moment I tried to get my panic-stricken brain to work when a huge blow hit me on my back knocking me to the ground and momentarily stunning me. The weight of its body pinning me down, its claws, its feet pulling and ripping the dress from doggystyle me, soaked by the mist naked and pinned I feel my legs being spread forcefully apart and my knickers dragged off me scraping along my thighs, leaving me exposed and vulnerable pinned beneath it.