Lily is nowhere to be found when you return to the hallway. Typical. She probably caught a whiff of some other bitch passing by, got distracted, and went running to hit on her. You marvel at the sheer nerve it takes for her to call you the slut here. It's a real case of the pot calling the kettle b-- um. Well, it really takes some balls to-- she's got a lot of nerve, anyway. The fucking buttbaby.
You pass through the hall and make your way towards the double-wide stairway at the far end -- the kind ubiquitous in schools the world over, that are engineered to accommodate four lanes of pedestrian traffic. It's creepy navigating such a space by yourself, and whatever Great Value imitation linoleum they paved these stairs with is mental torture to walk over. Just the way the material adheres to your sole with every step and makes a weird peeling noise when you lift your shoe again. It gives you serious shudders. A private school should be able to afford better, surely.
This is the thought obsessing your brain as you round the windowed landing on your way to the ground level. So you don't see Lily approaching like a blur from the corner. She grabs you, pushes you back, and gets your wrists pinned against the sun-warmed glass.
"Got you," she whispers.
You can't think of anything to say.
She sniffs the air between your neck and shoulder. Her nose is close enough that the rush of air tickles you. "Don't smell dick on you. That's good."
"You want to get off of me?" You grunt. "Someone could walk by."
"You said you wanted to do it in the stairwell."
"I thought you were speaking... you know, metaphorically." You writhe as she sucks on your neck.
"Make me stop if you want me to stop," she whispers. She starts grinding on you. You can feel the seam of her jeans rubbing against your knee.
"You seriously want Mr. S to see this?" You demand.
This gives her pause. But she's too horned-up to care about the risks, even that one. "Right here. Right now." She starts grinding on you again.
>[x] Right here. Right now.
[ ] Drag her home. At least there, if you get caught, you won't become registered sex offenders.
[ ] Doing it in public is fun, but somewhere less exposed. Maybe Summer could help you find a spot.
"Lily... I'm not -- clean--" you huff, trying weakly to push her off of you.
"Did you mishear me or what? I said I want you to fuck me real dirty in the stairwell." Still grinding against you, she gets a hand down the front of your shorts. "C'mon. It's Saturday. Where else you got to be?"
"No, I mean... I'm not *clean*. I haven't showered since--"
"I can tell," Lily says, burying her face against your neck and inhaling deep. You shiver when her searching fingers find their prize and start to rub your pussy through the cotton of your panties. "At least someone's happy to see me," she laughs in a low voice as her fingers bring your clit to hardness. "You wanna sit there and whine about getting caught in the act but here you are with your clit all hard and your slit all wet thinking I wouldn't notice. Dirty bitch."
She rests a forearm on the window beside your head and uses it to support her weight so she can really attack your cunt. She goes at you with ruthless abandon. She digs so insistently at the hole between your legs that her fingers actually get inside of you -- even through your panties -- the rough fabric swabbing around your tender interior walls.
She brushes her lips against your earlobe. "Get off for me," she breathes.
You rise onto your tiptoes in a futile effort to escape her assault. She just lays into you even harder. Your eyelids flutter shut and, to keep yourself from crying out, you bite your knuckles. It's too much. This level of stimulation is sure to turn you into a mewling slut right away. Sure, bouncing on cocks is fun and all, but fucking girls is a whole other level. After all, girls know best what makes a pussy feel real good. Lily sure does, at least. The dyke. Those complex little circular motions that her thumbpad traces over your clitty, the slowly ratcheting tempo of her fingerfucking, the way she digs upwards against the precise location of your G-spot, pressing down on it just enough to make it sing in pleasure but not enough to bring you off... has you seeing stars in no time, totally unable to resist. This is how Lily must masturbate, you realize, and exactly how she's brought countless other girls to creamy orgasms before. She knows how to make your legs shake. Without consciously intending it, you find your hips bucking, your knees beginning to bend and spread wide. And so you give in. You start to fuck back against Lily's fingers.
"I'm gonna cum," you pant.
"So quick?" Lily says with a taunting lilt. "Here I thought you didn't wanna fuck like this."
She tries to pull back. Before she does, you grab her wrist with both hands and pin it between your legs, squeezing with both thighs to increase the pressure on your squishy mound. "I'm gonna fucking cum soon. Let-- let me cum-- please-- I fucking need it so bad--"
Lily slaps you. The force of it shocks you, and makes you reel. That gives Lily the opening she needs to pull her hand from your shorts. You should be upset that she hit you, but all you care about is the ruined orgasm. You totter forward, unbuttoning your shorts, unzipping your zipper, showing off your wet panties to her. "I'll eat you out," you say with a desperate rasp. You sink down to your knees and run your hands up her sides, staring up into her eyes. "We can do it here. It's fine. Right here, right now."
"Get naked." You hesitate. Lily isn't happy. So she kicks you -- not hard, but squarely enough in the chest to knock you back onto your butt. "I said get naked, bitch."
Legs still wobbly, you rise and kick off your shoes. Then your socks. You lift your thin tee up and over your head, step out of your shorts. Your tits are on display in the sun-dappled stairwell but your mound is still covered -- if this translucent pair of panties clinging form-fittingly to your twat counts as being covered.
"All of it," Lily commands.
You ditch the panties, thumb hooked in the elastic to slide them smoothly down your thighs, stepping out of them with first one leg and then the other. You drop the sodden garment to the ground with the rest of your clothes. Everything you were wearing now lies in a rumpled pile at your feet -- close enough to hurriedly put back on if someone comes into the stairwell, but you would never have enough time to get fully dressed again before they made it to the landing. The recirculated air is cool against your skin. You gaze down at the way your wet gash glistens in the sunlight. Your heart is thudding so hard you can hear it.
Lily stares at your body with a wolfish hunger. "What is it about you?" She says. "I just wanna get my lips on every inch of you."
"Go ahead," you tell her.
She nods at her backpack sitting in the corner. "Get my thing outta there."
"What thing?"
"You'll know."
Confused but compliant, you go over to her bag. If the stickiness of the floor felt weird before, it feels especially weird now as you patter barefoot across it. You squat and go rooting through her bag for whatever "thing" she wants you to retrieve. Meanwhile, Lily disrobes as well. Seems she's as much a risk-taker as you. She's already most of the way to nude when you notice what she's doing.
"Fun, yeah?" She says when she catches you staring.
"Y-yeah."
You find what she wanted you to retrieve. It's a set of anal beads, maroon, maybe seven inches long. The beads aren't fully separated, but rather the toy is shaped sort of like a rounded-off Christmas tree, flaring towards the bottom, with a flat base to prevent mishaps. It has a loop on the underside that you could fit a finger through. It's all a single piece -- soft, flexible, molded silicone. No seams.
"Is this what you wanted?" You ask, standing up, wearing it on one finger, like the world's lewdest ring pop.
"Uh huh." Lily peels her C-string off her visibly wet cunt, the last of her clothing, revealing a set of mocha-colored pussy lips engorged by her arousal.
"Whose butt is this going in?" You ask.
"You may want to suck on it a little. Otherwise it's gonna hurt."
That's one way to answer your question. You make a show of letting your mouth drift open and your tongue unfurl. You get the toy to the back of your throat and suck it like it's a cock, unafraid of gagging. Gagging just means you get it wetter with your spit, and it isn't long before the thing begins to shine. Meanwhile you reach between your legs from behind, pry apart your butt cheeks, and lazily finger your asshole. You first gently circle your rosebud before pressing past it with insistent force, one finger then two then three, priming it for the fucking it's about to receive. The illicit thrill of getting ready for this toy, of sucking on anal beads and fingering your own asshole to stretch it open, is only compounded by being in school while you do it. Saturday or not, PAP is open to the public, and with the volunteer effort to clean campus still well underway, there's no telling who could come walking by. What would your classmates say if they walked in on you prepping yourself for anal sex like this in the middle of a school hallway? What would their parents say? You anxiously shift your weight between your soles and the sides of your feet as these thoughts flit through your sex-fried brain, but you never stop sucking, and you never stop fingering yourself.
"You're pretty cute for a slut," Lily says. She gathers her clothes into her arms and watches you masturbate. "You want me to eat your pussy?"
You answer with a nod, since your mouth is currently occupied.
Lily gathers your clothes from the floor as well. You're slow on the uptake. It isn't until she slides the window open and tosses them out -- yours and hers alike -- that you realize her intent. You pull the anal beads from your mouth with a plop and rush over, watching aghast as your clothes flutter half a story down to the earth and into the shrubbery below the window. Now if someone were to come walking by, you'd be royally boned -- or if someone walked past those shrubs outside and noticed the clothes strewn in them... and worse than that -- how the fuck are you going to get dressed again without being seen?
"Lily, what the f--" you begin.
She presses on the back of your neck, forcing you to bend slightly at the waist and smushing your cheek up against the warm glass. She grabs the toy from you. "Shut up." And with that, she jabs the anal beads into your asshole with the merciless cruelty of a hard cock. You try to yell, but you have no breath left to make any sound. Finger wrapped firmly through the ring in the toy's bottom, Lily fucks it in and out of you. Its tapered shape and smooth texture don't make up for the roughness of how she handles it. She's doing real havoc to your guts right now, and it makes embarrassingly obscene squelching noises as she rapes you with it.
It feels good.
Actually, it feels great. You love getting raped like this. Your twat drools until there's a puddle on the ground between your legs. You moan stupidly and drool from your mouth, too.
And just as abruptly as she started, Lily stops. She steps away, leaving your orgasm ruined for a second time. You groan in sheer frustration. Who says girls can't be blueballed? You feel an actual cramp in your ovaries that radiates through your belly and down to the overstimulated nerve endings in your labia and asshole. Your womb is quivering, your genitals are crying out for release. So much so that it actually fucking hurts. Your hot, itchy holes desperately need to cum, and nothing else in the world matters to you. You'd do anything to cum.
Like a crazed animal, you reach down with both hands and start to play with yourself. You fuck the anal beads in and out of your butt and dig at your pussy with four fingers. A hollow slapping sound, of flesh on wet flesh, echoes off the high ceiling.
"You don't wanna bust like that," Lily says. She lies down. Right there on the sticky ground, on her back, staring up at you with bright brown eyes. "Cum sit on my face," she says leeringly, emphasis on "cum."
Unashamed, the handle of the anal beads sticking out of you like a strange tail, you squat over Lily Kang. Your knees point in opposite directions and you brace your weight with your hands atop them as you lower your steaming cunt towards her mouth. She helps keep you steady by holding your ass. Although you don't have much of a booty, she likes what little you do have anyway, and kneads your cheeks with lewd enthusiasm. When your pussy makes contact with her mouth, and her plump cherry lips smooch you on your hole, you're in heaven. You gyrate weirdly, back and forth like a typewriter carriage gone out of control, rubbing yourself all over Lily's face. The toy bobs up and down with your motions, poking at you from the inside in odd but hotly pleasing ways. Lily sucks you off. She works with focus, pausing only to nip and bite lovingly at your pale thighs, or to blow warm little puffs of air against your holes.
Being used as a cum rag is bliss for Lily, too. You see her already-creaming cunt get practically frothy as she leaks all over the stairway floor. You can't resist a sight so tempting, and it's getting hard to stay balanced in this crablike pose. So you let yourself collapse on top of her and nestle your face between her clean-smelling, smooth, and leaky little cunt.
"Wes, oh Wes," Lily sighs in a pinched-off, girly voice. "You fucking cunt licker. Get it deep. Like that." She wraps her lips around your entire mound like she wants to suck it dry. Hands curling into claws, she pries your ass apart too. The toy inside you stays lodged in place even as your anus is exposed to the open air. It's such a weird but lovely full feeling.
You're not sure who squirts first. You feel your insides flutter and then loosen as the ecstasy of orgasm finally washes through you. You're also aware of Lily's spasming cunt sending gout after gout of her juices spattering all over your face, across the ground, and deep into the back of your rippling throat. But who really lost their nut first will forever remain a mystery. Call it a tie. It feels fucking good, anyway. You cum all over each other. And when you're done cumming, you keep kissing each other deeply on your holes like you're making out. The smooches, and the girlish moans they elicit, make an ungodly racket. You don't care who might overhear it.
"Uh."
Your head snaps up. You're face to face with Mr. S. He's headed downstairs, his laptop satchel over his shoulder. He was snacking on a calzone -- his mouth is still half-full and his jaw hang slack. Your chin is still dripping and shiny with Lily's cunt cream.
"Do you mind?" You say. "We'd like a little privacy."
"...Oh. O-of course."
He side-steps gingerly past you, as all the while Lily eats your cunt. If she even knows Mr. S is here, she clearly doesn't give a shit. He looks at the two of you -- you don't mind him only looking, even at the sex toy bobbing out of your ass -- but he's fidgety and frightened about it, and hurries off without another word. When he's gone, you go back to eating Lily out like it never even happened.
After wringing a few more orgasms out of each other, you have to tackle the nerve-wracking task of retrieving your clothes. You're both so sexed-up and overstimulated that it's more fun than scary, though. You even keep the anal beads in. You like the way they feel up inside you. Together, you and Lily prance down the stairs. She keeps an arm over her itty bitty tits and a hand over her pussy when she checks the first floor hallway for other people, but you don't even bother with that much -- you walk the halls totally exposed.
A side door leads to the lawn where Lily dumped your clothes. On the far distance, by the school's east wing, human figures are visible. But they're busy working, and if they were to see you, they might not even realized that you're bare-assed naked.
Lily hurries, but you're in no rush. As she races to find her clothes in the shrubs, you take your time picking through them.
"Wes! You looking to get arrested or what?" Lily demands.
"You're the one who tossed our clothes out a window..."
"Yeah, but! Come on!" She stumbles and nearly falls over as she struggles to step into her size 0 jeans. Even for her, they're tight.
"You didn't bring your backpack out here. Where am I supposed to put these anal beads?"
"Like I give a fuck!" She wails.
You don your T-shirt and socks. Before covering up your pussy though, you pull the beads from your ass, and slowly, relishingly, you put the toy back in your mouth. You suck it hands-free as you get yourself fully decent again. Some of the figures on the distance do seem to have noticed the two of you, but they aren't calling out or doing anything to stop you. Lily gawks at your bold display.
"Dirty bitch," she breathes.
You pull the toy from your lips and offer it to her. She lets her pointy jaw drift open. You slip the thing into her mouth and she gently takes the handle from you. Now it really is the world's lewdest ring pop.
"How's my ass taste?" You ask.
She pulls the beads out just long enough out to answer. "Like you better be ready for round two cause I'm gonna be eating it all night long."
"I was supposed to go on a date with Summer tonight."
"She can help."
You like the sound of that.