You're bent over a sink in a bathroom at school, shorts and panties stowed in your backpack. Vivian, wearing only her skivvies, sits on her knees on the grimy tile floor beneath you, licking your quim from behind.
You're not sure how you ended up like this, lezzing it out with a pervy billionaire in a public restroom, but you are. Maybe worse than that is it isn't even the ladies' room -- Vivian led you by the hand into the men's bathroom, saying that it only made sense to do it there. Why? Because she intends to fuck you like a man.
Of course Vivian is no man -- she's an extremely short girl. You have to keep your stance wide to lower yourself enough for her upturned face to reach. You grip the sink's porcelain tightly, afraid that if you slip, gravity will force your legs all the way apart and you'll wind up doing the splits with your naked cunt against the dirty ground.
"Why can't we just fuck in your limo like every other mor-- ghh--" Your complaint gets pinched off by Vivian diving deeper. Her button nose penetrates your asshole and her tongue buries itself up to the root in the tight chute of your pussy. You feel the wet seal of her mouth latching itself to your fuckhole, the connected orifices both drooling. She suckles sweetly. But over the course of a few moments her suckling becomes desperate and erratic. She sounds like a dog at its water bowl as she inhales, exhales, whines, laps at you. You reach back to stroke her hair. Although you might put up some token resistance, you'll never say no to a tongue wiggling around inside you, and she knows it. Alabaster Soliloquy, Vivian Darkbloom, and the rest of their demented friends have turned you into a dirty whore. No -- rather, they awakened the dirty whore that was always there, and now you're having fun exploring the limits of your own depravity...
Jutting up from between Vivian's legs is a lifelike rubber cock, secured around her waist by a harness. Chin touching your chest, you peer down at it. Vivian paws at your thighs and eats you, oblivious, lost in her own personal heaven. But you're focused on that monster. It's as thick as her fucking leg. About the size of Alabaster's dick. The reason Vivian is kneeling down below you and sucking out your cunt right now isn't just because she loves the taste so much -- although she does -- but also to get you ready for a violent fucking.
She recently told you her philosophy of life: she's interested in anything that helps her orgasm. If something helps her orgasm, it's good; if it doesn't, it's bad. Her goal is to orgasm as many times as possible before she dies. And so that's what this is: her quest to cum, even if it means risking her reputation or even her very freedom, and debauching a teen girl in a filthy men's toilet. You feel like you're being led astray, taken advantage of -- and that, itself, is also fun.
Vivian stands. With a dainty foot, she pushes a stack of three of your textbooks into position. When you put your drawers in your backpack, you took these out, because you knew Vivian would need the extra height to fuck you properly. She steps up onto a copy of US Government: Democracy in Action, and promptly fucks the dildo into your pussy with a hard, fast thrust. You'll never get used to that first thrust of a cock spreading open your little pussy hole -- forcing its way in. It's beyond pleasurable. It's divine, enough for you to understand why Vivian has her hedonist's worldview.
She slowly sinks the cock into you. Despite the booster she's using, you still have to practically squat, and she still has to fuck at an awkward upward angle. Looking into the streaky wall-mounted mirror, you can hardly see the top of her head behind you as she fucks you. It honestly feels as if you're being raped by a little girl. And since it's a role you're fond of yourself, your brain is swirling with unwholesome flashes of imagery -- a playdate gone terribly wrong, a tea party turned lewd... it's like you're being tricked into doing something awful with a too-precocious neighbor girl...
"Have you been sleeping around, Amber?" Vivian asks.
"Huh?" You're half delirious from the wonderful squishy feeling of your cuntal walls peeling back to make way for Vivian's thrusting dick, so you're slow on the uptake.
"I asked, have you been sleeping around on me?" She gets seated in you to the base, holds your hips with two weak, pale hands and begins to pump you in and out. You feel every fake vein and ridge of the plastic cock scraping your insides in that delicious way you've come to love. "This penis is slipping in much too easily. Are you having sex with Alabaster Soliloquy? Answer me truthfully."
"Yes!" You spit. "He fucks me. Got a problem? Jealous? Fuck me better if you want to take me back, huh?"
"Whoever said anything about taking you back?" Vivian asks, haughty. "Perhaps I would enjoy passing you back and forth between us."
You let your head droop. The pleasure of getting pounded is taking over the higher reasoning centers of your brain. Vivian's reach is just long enough for her to snake her hands underneath your thin tee, and find the little buds of your breasts. She squeezes them cruelly while she uses you. Muttering half-incoherently, to egg herself on more than to egg you on, she lets loose a string of degrading obscenity: "you nasty, repulsive whore... two-dollar prostitute... beautiful, communistic terrorist... darling little cunt... you would even let me fuck you like this... you would throw away your ideas just for me to rape you, wouldn't you..."
The door opens. A student you recognize steps partway in. And he must recognize you too, class president, getting railed by another girl in the boy's room. His jaw hangs open as he stands there with his hand against the open door.
Vivian is still ranting and raving, having not even noticed the intrusion. "Beautiful, adorable... your low-class pussy is so bewitching, Amber, you filthy slut temptress..."
The boy turns 180 degrees and leaves without a word. The saloon-style door swings back and forth in his wake.
"Vivian!" You call over your shoulder, trying to snap her out of it. "Someone walked in--"
"...and wet, and whorish... do not lie, you would spread open your legs for anyone... unbelievable... amazing..."
You find the strength to stand fully upright, and the plastic dick slides out of your horny pussy. Vivian is panting, and undeterred. As you step past, she just circles you, and hops up, settling her butt into the sink's basin. She fits like it was made for her specifically.
"Fuck me please," she says.
You shake your head in utter bewilderment. But that giant cock which was so recently plowing your internal walls, still dripping with your juice... and the awesome cameltoe the dildo's harness gives Vivian... your brain is turning to mush again looking at it all. She's like some sort of evil hermaphrodite succubus demon, come to use you up and spit you out -- a wealthy 0.001%-er hungry to devour you for fun.
You lean over the sink again and wrap your lips around the toy. You go down on Vivian, the way your older sister taught you to go down on a dildo. It's an important life skill. You gag and sputter, an expert in self-degradation. Vivian holds your ears. She wants you to put the dildo on and fuck her next, but she'll settle for this, for now... she likes the spectacle.
Your tongue, swirling around veined rubber that's tangy with your own cum, finds that the dildo's piss slit is actually real -- it's a real hole. You pull your irritated esophagus off the cock and peer at it, confused. Vivian, noticing, explains: "this model ejaculates. Watch."
She reaches behind her and grasps a handheld pump that you hadn't noticed. When she squeezes it, a blast of creamy white cum hurtles from the dildo's tip and splatters you in the face. It's some sort of lotion or something, you guess -- but unscented, and with the sticky consistency of semen... Vivian must have shopped around for just the right analogue. It's like she really blew a load on you just now. It runs in clumps down your cheek and over your lips and chin. A couple stray gobs stain your shirt. Your heartbeat quickens and you feel the thrill of adrenaline... this is amazing. You scoop some of the stuff off your face with three fingers, and gaze at it.
"...Amber?" Vivian says, maybe noticing a strange look in your eyes. You're standing tall again, and grasping the fake cock.
Getting the picture, she unhooks the clasp of the harness from her ass and allows you to pull the dildo off her. As you take it in hand, she hooks her thumbs in her panties and slides them down, baring her pretty little cunt that looks 1,000% illegal. It's shiny with arousal, especially under the garish lighting of this school bathroom.
"Why didn't you tell me this thing cums?" You demand. "Sheesh."
"Apologies. We are in public, after all. I preferred not to make too much of a mess... it seems I've already soiled your school clothes..."
"Oh, forget about that--" you begin.
"Fine. Then, please, if you will..." She wiggles her butt and parts her stocking clad knees for you.
She wants her fuck, all right... but you've got something else in mind. "Hold on," you tell her. You use the suction cup at the base of the dildo to steady it on the sink's rim. Hoisting yourself on the balls of your hands, you raise your body just enough to slip your pussy over the angry-looking, hyper-realistic head -- then let it slide all the way in. The shaft of the cock slams into you with gravity's assistance and disappears into you entirely. You can see just the slightest cylindrical bulge in your tummy from the outside, evidence of how this massive tool is distending you beyond what you were made for. With your pussy kissing the cold porcelain, your height is only barely enough for you to stand impaled on this giant cock against the sink. You have to stay on tiptoes to do it. But... fuck... it feels so, so good.
You grope blindly beneath you for a few moments, before finally finding the dangling hand pump. You clasp it tight and give it a hard squeeze, like trying to juice a grapefruit. You can actually feel the toy buried inside you expand a little, as the synthetic cum races up its internal tubing -- and then a split instant later, the utter bliss as it rockets out and paints your deepest parts. It's almost as good as getting cummed inside for real.
You steady your weight with a palm against the sink and use it to pull yourself up just a little. Your feet leave the ground. You gaze lovingly down at the mess you just made inside your own cunt. The small part of the dildo you can see is glistening, the sink's edge is greasy with fake cum and your crotch looks like you just got back from a gangbang.
You should really stop at this point. Vivian is right. You're in public, and you've made enough mess as it is. This is about the volume Alabaster cums whenever he drops a load in you anyway, so you've gotten your fill and it would be greedy to go for more. You'd be like a fat kid who doesn't know when to stop chowing down on cake. Plus, keeping it going might be dangerous. You could definitely get addicted to this feeling. You're hooked on it enough already.
You squeeze the pump again.
You watch, sighing, as the white slime overflows from you and spills everywhere. It runs in ploppy clumps down to the floor. "Oh fuuuck," you breathe, "that's it... that's it..."
"Is this your particular fetish, Amber?" Vivian asks. But you're too busy sperming yourself to answer. You squeeze a third and fourth time and delight at the sensation of getting full, so full you feel like you'll burst. You fantasize that you can actually see your tummy bulging even worse with the volume of it. You want to make yourself look pregnant. You lift yourself slightly up and down on the cock as it cums, to make sure that it coats your inner walls completely. And you even swear you can feel, up at the tip of the cock, a pocket of cum that's trapped up there, between it and your womb. And you swear you can feel the opening of your womb drifting open, parting like a mouth, to kiss the cock-tip, and greedily suck its cum out. You're the one in your own oblivious, personal heaven now.
But Vivian puts a temporary stop to your fun. She takes the pump from your hand and holds it out of your reach. You can't pry it back without getting off the cock... and getting off the cock would be like pulling a plug from a hole in a dam...
"Is being inseminated your fetish?" Vivian asks again.
"That's not really a fetish, is it?" You answer. You're high on the endorphin rush of having a cock blowing inside you, but you've got a feisty, argumentative spirit anyway. "That's basically the whole point of sex, right? So actually it's the opposite of a fetish."
Vivian squeezes the pump. A blast of sticky, warmed-over lotion joins the bucketful of slop already sloshing around inside you. Your lip quivers, and you bite down hard on it. Your eyes cross, rolling up towards the back of your skull. Your muscles seize and tighten.
"I think in your case, it is a fetish," Vivian says.
"Do that again," you beg. It's even better when you're not the one in control of exactly when it happens.
She squeezes. Once, twice... she keeps filling you past a point you didn't know existed. You cum on the cumming dick. "Fuck!" You wail. "Oh fuck, that's so good... again, please, again... just keep going..."
But no joy. "It's empty," Vivian says.
"Oh come on," you beg, irrational, out of your mind. "I need it... there's gotta be more."
Vivian twists herself into a pretzel, getting on her belly in the sink's basin and reaching way, way down below for her purse on the ground. She finds what she's looking for, though -- a large bottle of the lotion that was in the hand pump's reservoir. She unscrews the dispenser cap from the lotion -- and runs the tubing of the dildo's ejaculation mechanism past the hand pump's other side, directly into the bottle.
"Yesss," you hiss, "yes! Give it all to me!"
You lock your elbows and use both hands to hump your entire body up and down on the sticky, seemingly ever-expanding toy cock. Vivian slowly plays with her pussy as she pumps the bottle's contents into you. You close your eyes, enjoying the contrast of the cock's oppressive rigidity and the soft, gooey explosions cumming at random intervals from its tip. This dick is beating you up inside and soothing the hurt at the same time with its warm jizz.
When you open your eyes again, you gasp; Vivian is peeing. Even as she digs her fingers through her pussy, the piss is shooting in a hard, steaming stream from her urethra, against the shallow basin's bottom. Since her butt is over the drain, there's nowhere for the mess to go. The sink quickly begins to fill, until Vivian is sitting in a yellow pool of her own hot pee. She just keeps masturbating, tiny jaw slack, knuckles splashing in the liquid, while she jizzes you with the lotion.
Under your feet is an equally disgusting mess. The entire floor is slick with fake cum -- your books and backpack are practically swimming in it. To add to your perverse enjoyment, and increase the insane risk, you throw off your shirt, and kick off your shoes, to stand totally naked in the middle of the room. Vivian rubs her piss into her cunt and cums her brains out. Her voice is small but extremely loud, echoing off the tile walls. The rank smell of Vivian's pee fills your nostrils, joining that of your mingled arousal, and it gets you higher, if that's even possible. You say to Vivian, adopting that girlish tone you like to use: "I'm so lucky... he's cumming so much..."
"Pee on me, too, please," Vivian instructs. Her voice is much deeper and throatier than normal. "We're in the toilet, after all..."
You drawl, playing at naive reluctance: "Hmm... are you sure? Okaaaay..." Not breaking your pace on the spurting cock, you use your thumb and forefinger to part your pussy lips. You flex your abdomen and force your bladder to empty. First as a trickle, but building force, you hose Vivian with a golden arc of piss. It travels upwards, from her wet cunt, across the length of her nearly emaciated torso, staining her black bra, and then all the way to her neck, and her face. You're pissing all over Vivian Darkbloom's pretty face while she fucks you full of cum. She lets her mouth hang all the way open and catches what she can in the back of her mouth. She gargles it, swallows some, and spits the rest out. The rest that she doesn't catch in her mouth she just lets run all over her, down into the sink, to join hers. Her twat is now totally submerged.
"Daddy's cumming so much inside me," you mewl, even as you piss on Vivian. "He must have been ree-eeally backed up today..."
Vivian doesn't even blink before playing along with the fantasy you just laid on her. "You have a hole made to please him. This is why he fucks you."
"Hmm, yeah," you giggle, "you're right, huh."
Piss is dripping from her raven hair as she presses the bottle and fills you with the almost infinite liquid slop. "Is this your highest aspiration in life? To be a receptacle for semen?"
"Uh-huhhhh," you agree in a singsong voice. "What else is there?"
"What if he grows disgusted of you, Amber? What if your pathetic, revolting behavior makes him throw you away when he's done ejaculating?"
"Ohhh no," you say, and a genuine pang of grief tinged with weird erotic thrill passes through your entire body.
"Are you okay to be used even like that? To be used up and tossed aside like garbage? As long as you get the semen you love so much?"
You're orgasming harder than ever before, but your face is wet with tears too. Smiling through it all, you nod: "Yeah... at least I'm a good spunk hole while he wants it, right?"
"He wants to urinate inside you, too. Will you be his meat toilet, Amber?"
"Uh huh... I'll take anything he wants to put inside me..."
She chucks the finally empty bottle away, and it clatters unheeded across the ground, under a stall. She dunks the hand pump beneath the steaming pool of your mixed urine, to fill your gash full of pee. It's a much thinner, but hotter liquid, and you can feel it scrubbing the inner walls of your uterus clear of the viscous lotion like a power washer. Then it all mixes up and swirls around and you can't tell the difference from one or the other anymore, you're just full of this nasty, smelly, dirty, frothy mixture -- all the way full, into your deepest parts, and leaking it out like the messy bitch you are.
Into the room walks another male student. This one you also recognize, and he most definitely recognizes you. Auburn Brantly.
"Amber--!!"
You grin wolfishly, lecherously at him. Ear to ear. Vivian continues to fill you, and you continue to leak all over the place. "Hey Raisin Brant," you say, winking. "Sup?"
He turns a shade of red you've never seen, and flees the room in... shame? Jealousy?
Not long later the sink is empty... there's truly nothing left to pump your quim with. It's sad moment when you realize that the fun is winding down. Vivian helps you off the fake dick, and as you come off it, a torrential wave of piss and lube comes pouring out of your well-used fuckdump. If the ground wasn't already in a gross state already, it definitely is now. Your things are ruined, too.
"We will need to clean this up," Vivian says. "And quickly... your first period classes will probably let out soon, and we have already been seen, several times..."
Smilingly slyly, you drop to your hands and knees and beckon Vivian to join you.
"Amber..." she says uncertainly. But you're tugging her by the wrist and all but forcing her down. You can be the bad little girl too. She already knows what you're intending, but you demonstrate anyway, and start to lick the slimy brew up. Vivian's face is a shifting canvas of emotions. First genuine disgust, shock... then piqued interest, mounting lust. The idea of doing something even this depraved clearly gets her cunt juicing too, because she reaches between her naked, baby-smooth thighs and begins to diddle herself. She slithers to her belly with you and joins you in cleaning it up with your mouths.
You turn your head this way and that while you work; your face and body become totally coated in it, like a pig rolling in mud. As you slurp and suck and lick the stuff up, your tongues frequently meet, and mingle, and you kiss each other tenderly. You exchange loving smiles; so lucky to be sharing in this perversity, together.