After school, Whitney confronts you in the hallway on your way to Turkish club.
"Fuck your lame cartoons. I have a surprise for you," she says. "Close your eyes."
"That's childish," you say. "If you have something to show me, just show it to me already. I'm not going to play some ridiculous--"
Whitney swings behind you and lays her palms flat against your face, blocking your line of sight. You sigh.
"This way please," she says.
She leads you down the hall, out the swinging double doors, and through the quad. You're not sure where you're headed until you smell the familiar scent of cedar chips and varnish. You're in the wood shop.
"Ta-daa~" Whitney peels back her hands.
On the rough concrete shop floor is a cherry-stained mahogany chair that sits about a foot taller than a normal chair. The center has a hole cut out of it roughly the circumference of a toilet -- and in fact this contraption looks rather like Whitney pilfered the seat from a high-class port-a-potty.
"Do you like it?" Whitney asks. "I made it, specially for you."
You shake your head. "I completely don't understand," you say.
Half an hour later, you completely understand.
You sit in Whitney's hand-crafted chair. Rose is on her knees in front of you, hands tied behind her back, choking on your cock. Vivian is on her haunches underneath the chair, palms flattened against the underside and face turned upwards. She licks your ass with her tiny pink tongue. You lounge in place, leaning back, arms on the armrests, and enjoy the decadent sensation of the girls working you from both ends. You don't have to lift a finger to enjoy yourself, and that's the point.
"How are they?" Whitney asks. She circles around the chair and holds her hand against the back of Rose's head to help her along.
Rose's mouth makes obscene slurping noises as her head bobs up and down, coating your shaft in her hot, viscous drool. Her throat is a snug fit for your cock. You ooze a continuous stream of precum directly into her esophagus. Meanwhile, Vivian's inexperienced but eager tongue laps at your anus, slobbering and exploring shamelessly. Both of the girls are moaning, like animals, the wanton sound of their voices muffled by your genitals as they service you.
"They're great," you say. "I'm gonna fucking cum if they keep this up."
Rose and Vivian must hear you say this, because they redouble their efforts. Vivian swabs her tongue rapidly back and forth across your anus, mewling contentedly. She even licks you inside, deep inside, and her wet mouth coats you with its warmth. Rose works your dick so fast that her face becomes a beige blur, spittle flying everywhere.
"I trained them," Whitney says. She leans in and kisses you. She whispers softly in your ear. "Every night while we were in Palau. I sat on Vivian's face and taught her how to eat ass. Almost suffocated her a couple times. And I choked Rose with a dildo until she didn't have a gag reflex anymore."
"They let you do that?"
"They didn't really have a choice," Whitney says. "Sure, they asked me to stop at first... whined and cried like babies... but now look at them. A couple of cock-hungry sluts." She pauses, running her fingers lightly up and down your chest. "So, are they perfect cum-dumps for you? Did I do good?"
"You did perfect," you say. Whitney can't help clapping her hands together and beaming.
You lean your head back and let loose a sensual groan, one long sigh of pure satisfaction. To have a little girl's tongue in your ass while another girl chokes herself almost to the point of passing out on your fucking cock -- this, you think, is the life. Who but Whitney could take these proud girls and transform them into willing slaves, holes for you to relieve your lust inside of? This heat and wetness -- your cock, your balls, your ass, dripping with their efforts, marinating in their lewd juices -- it makes your heart hum with contentment.
Rose's sucking mouth brings you to the point of release. You let it pass without saying anything to warn her, because why should you have to warn her? She's yours to cum in as you please. So instead you just let yourself go, bucking your hips to masturbate yourself against her tongue as you pump her mouth full of sperm. She holds herself in place for you -- no one has to lay a hand on her, so well has she been trained. Her nose rests against your pubic bone as your cock spews jets of ropey seed into the back of her throat, pulsing, throbbing, cumming, until you're light-headed. Rose doesn't make a sound, doesn't even gag, and the only noise in the room is tiny Vivian, her tongue still lapping at your ass.
"Me next!" Whitney says as she helps you stand again. She quickly takes your place in the chair. So that's it, then -- it wasn't *just* for you, after all.
Whitney wiggles around a bit to get comfortable. The hole in the seat is large for her frame, but that's no matter. She leans against her tailbone, angling her pussy slightly up and her ass slightly down, locking her ankles around Rose's neck for support.
"Comfy~" she says.
Whitney's pussy is beautiful, the lips just partly turned-out and coral pink. She glistens with arousal and her clit is so engorged it's nearly the size of a pearl. By contrast, Rose's face is a hot mess -- coated in slime and spit, ruddy, her blonde hair mussed and plastered down, her makeup caked and running. Her eyes are vacant, like an idiot's. She resembles a used-up whore. Underneath the chair, Vivian's face is equally a mess, and she kneels in a puddle of her own saliva. The black bustier she wears is sopping wet and likely ruined. She leaves her mouth hanging open and drooling like she doesn't even know how to close it.
Once Whitney is situated, Rose and Vivian get to work again. Rose buries her face in Whitney's pussy and Vivian parts Whitney's well-toned bubble-butt to suckle on her anus. Whitney coos in delight. "I love these fucking cunts," she says.
You watch as the girls service Whitney. They give her the same enthusiastic pleasure they gave you. Man or woman, cock or pussy -- it doesn't matter to them. They're open to any and all debasement.
"Oooh--" Whitney purrs. "Do you know what Rose is doing right now?"
"I can kind of guess," you say. "I don't think she's looking for her keys down there."
Whitney rolls her shoulders and nestles her genitals against Rose's sloppy face. "She saved all your cum in her mouth," she says. "Now she's-- pu-uushing it~ with her to-ongue~ ... all the way inside of me..."
She grabs a handful of Rose's hair and roughly pulls her back. Strands of your jizz hang from Rose's lips, connected to Whitney's milky pussy.
You grin and admire the sight of your spunk coating Whitney's entrance. It's smeared all over her labia and her inner thighs and pooled inside of her cunt, as if you had creampied her yourself. And with Rose's mouth now hanging open, you see she has a lot more of it left over to push into Whitney's deepest parts. Her pink tongue and white teeth swim in a pool of your semen. Whitney pushes Rose back into place so she can get to work again.
"Your cum is so hot inside me," Whitney moans, rubbing her tummy with both hands. "Oh God, it almost burns. I want your cum inside me all the time... see, Rose wanted to keep all your cum to herself, she's a greedy little pig. She wanted to drink it all down and waste it in her piggy tummy... but I trained her real good, I trained her to save it all for me, for my cunt... my cunt needs your fucking cum, Ally..."
Whitney meets your gaze with half-lidded eyes. "Kiss me," she says. "Make it perfect."
You kiss her. You lock lips, enjoying the full lusciousness of Whitney's mouth. Her softness, her sweetness, always surprises you given how athletic she is. Her body is hard and tanned, yes, but also feminine, supple. Your tongues entwine and explore one another's intimate parts. Whitney's breathing slows and deepens. You can sense the rhythm of Rose's tongue in Whitney's pussy by the rhythm of Whitney's tongue in your mouth: they sync. Whitney now has tongues servicing her in all three of her holes -- she must be in heaven.
You pull back to run kisses up and down Whitney's face and neck. Whitney sways her hips in lazy circles, grinding her ass and cunt against the girls underneath her at a pace of her choosing.
"We should do your Mom and your sister next," Whitney murmurs. "Get your Mom underneath, and Cerise in the front-- that would be so hot-- using your own family's mouths to get yourself off..."
"Maybe it should be you and Ms. Carte next," you say. "Ms. Carte in front -- and you underneath."
Whitney is so lost in fuck-lust that she doesn't blanch in the slightest at this suggestion. In fact, she thrills with new pleasure. "I'd love to get underneath this thing," she says. "I bet I could lick your prostate if I tried. I could help you pour cum down Ms. Carte's throat... so much that she chokes on it..."
You pet Whitney's face. She nuzzles against your touch like a kitten. Your member is hard again and you hold it against her cheek. Whitney clutches it in one hand and inhales deeply.
"I love the way your cock smells," she says. "It makes me dizzy... I think I'm addicted."
She licks it up and down, like a popsicle, her saliva joining Rose's. She swirls her tongue around the glans and inside the foreskin, down the underside, and across the balls, trying to suck up as much of your scent and taste as she can, guzzling it down. The sighs and groans she makes sound barely human.
Whitney's skin is turning to gooseflesh. She begins to shiver uncontrollably despite being drenched in sweat. "Are you cumming?" you ask.
"No--" she insists, her lips still wrapped around your dick. "Noo-- I want to dra-aa-aag it out-- I can't cum yet!"
But she can't help herself. "Fuck!" she cries. "Fuck!! I'm gonna cum all over their fucking worthless faces... sloppy little cunts!" She cums howling, spraying her cream all over Rose, and even some on Vivian. They suck it down as best they can, but there's too much, too fast. As Whitney squirms and orgasms, the acrid scent of her overheated pussy fills your nostrils. You blast a load of cum on her face. She smears it in with her hands and scoops it in huge gobs to her hungry mouth. What a wonderful sight it is.