You sit in the band room in a hard, armless plastic chair. Whitney sits in a similar chair beside you.
Vivian's head is in your crotch, Rose's in Whitney's.
The only noise is the steady slurp of two tongues servicing you and your tomboy girlfriend. Despite the risk, both you and Whitney are naked from the waist down: it adds to the excitement that anyone could walk in, and there would be no way to conceal yourselves.
Whitney flexes and unflexes her well-toned thighs around Rose's head. From your position, all you can see of Rose's head is a golden moptop moving steadily up and down as she laps like a hungry bitch at Whitney's pussy. Whitney guides the oral service with a free hand.
Vivian wasn't lying yesterday: her technique is much improved. Her mouth and throat, impossibly tiny, can nonetheless take your entire length. The wet softness of her insides grip you so tightly it almost hurts. Her hot tongue twists and swirls around you, articulating the mushroom-shaped head and swishing around inside your foreskin. When she deepthroats you, her button nose smashes up against your pubic bone, and she drools around you, coating your balls with her spit.
Rose looks up. "Can we switch off?" she asks impatiently. "I want to suck Alabaster's-- mmfff--"
Whitney pushes Rose's head back down to her pussy. Obediently, Rose starts eating her out again.
"If you're good, maybe you'll get something extra," you say.
This is incentive enough. Rose's efforts on Whitney's cunt redouble. The slick sounds of Rose's cunnilingus mingles with the determined gurgling of Vivian swallowing your cock. It's a melody that makes your temples throb with debauched enjoyment.
Vivian is small enough that, leaning forward, you can reach the hem of her dress. This also has the effect of pinning her head in place underneath your stomach: the position forces your entire dick down her throat and doesn't allow her to come up for air, or move much at all.
Vivian endures the abuse admirably, without fighting or trying to pull away. Still, the rippling sensation of Vivian gulping for air makes your toes curl in sick pleasure.
When you pull her dress up around her waist and move her lace panties aside, she reacts a muffled "ghhh--!" that sends a geyser of saliva spraying from her mouth and nostrils.
"Eat me, eat me..." you hear Whitney murmur next to you. "Ohh, you're such a darling cunt..."
Your probing hand finds its target. You snake a finger over Vivian's soft, smooth butt and past the tiny pink anus it conceals. Unashemedly, you molest her fleshy, undeveloped pussy. It's smooth -- 100% bare -- and sticky with lust.
As you slip a finger inside of her pussy, you hump against Vivian's face, sawing your throbbing erection in and out of the deepest recesses of her gullet. Your cockhead is so sensitive and the hole so small that you can feel every rib and nubbin. You grit your teeth as the suckling warmth surges through you, and revel in the pliable feeling of Vivian's most intimate place.
Meanwhile, Whitney is drowning in a series of rolling orgasms. She tugs her shirt down and pulls at her bare nipples. She cums on Rose's face, again and again. Rolling her hips in a rythmic twisting motion, she leans all the way back in her chair and lets the pleasure tear through her.
Her pussy sprays its cream in spurts -- what little of Rose's face you can see now glistens with it -- and Rose gulps down as much of it as she can. The overflow runs down her chin and pools at the foot of the chair.
Rose's pussy, too, is engorged and drooling wetly on the hardwood floor beneath her. The room reeks of female arousal. It actually starts to make you dizzy.
Vivian's pussy is small and constrictive, exactly what you expected: you can hardly fit a single digit inside.
Putting your cock in her is going to be a serious struggle when you do fuck her. She's so small, you'll probably fill her straight to the womb.
You lean back again, moving your hand away from her little twat.
Now freed, Vivian slowly pulls her head up, darting her tongue all around as she fellates you. You can once again see her face: it's a wet, sticky mess, her pale features blurred by spit and slime. But her eyes are shining bright, and she smiles up at you.
The thought that she literally needs this to live is incredibly hot.
"Are you going to cum inside her?" Whitney asks, her eyes half-lidded.
"Yeah," you grunt. "I'm going to cum in her throat."
"She's so small..." Whitney breathes. "Ohhh--"
Whitney shivers and grabs you tightly. Hand-in-hand, you cum together, using the mouths and faces of the two girls underneath you to get off. You kiss Whitney deeply as you spurt your hot cum down Vivian's child-sized esophagus.
As you and Whitney bask in the afterglow, your cummy servants paw at each other: Rose clambers over to Vivian on hands and knees and forces her tongue down her throat, trying to fish out whatever traces of your cum remain in Vivian's mouth. They suck on one other's tongues, their faces and bodies totally covered in cum and filth, their clothes ruined, their minds gone. Rose's enormous udders push and press against Vivian's flat chest, pinning her.
Without anyone suggesting it, Rose and Vivian lock legs, rubbing their naked cunts together as they make out. They cum all over each another, adding to the smelly mess they've made of themselves. They moan and groan, barely human-sounding, slobbering and orgasming and debasing themselves. Fucking wrecks, the both of them.
You and Whitney watch them approvingly. Lazily, Whitney rubs her clit, a dreamy smile on her face.
You could get used to this.
Rose and Vivian look odd in spare girls' soccer uniforms from the locker room, but it was all you could whip up on such short notice.
Whereas Rose's uniform is skintight against her giant knockers, her pert nipples protruding obscenely and making her hug herself to conceal them -- even the smallest uniform you could find is baggy on poor Vivian.
They make a cute, if mismatched, pair.