“I think I’m a lesbian.”
Tue Sep 15 07:51:36 2020
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Dang, how did one react to hearing that? ‘Supportive’ was Tracy’s first instinct usually, considering this certainly wasn’t even the first time she’d heard those exact words blurted in her direction, and, in fact, should probably start calling herself an ‘expert’ on the matter. So far, as a girl who prided herself on her positivity, she’d always been able to spin such confessions into a compliment, thinking that she must have looked like quite the tasty snack at that moment of utterance, and respond with a flirty pose back.
A fluttering of the eyelashes, some crossing of her long legs, maybe flash a boob - you know, flirty.
Okay, fine, but when and how clearly mattered for these things too though. For example, it was more than understandable when another girl gave you the ‘queer-eye between your thighs’ in the back of a pick-up truck after a few too many drinks with some friends. (Heck, Tracy had almost made out with her own reflection some nights after a couple of coolers!) Another example? Perhaps after an intense cheerleading competition when hearts were still pulsing as the shower nozzle sprayed over your hot sweaty body. (Yes, the rumors were true what cheerleaders did when no one was around, but not like, always, pervert.) Oh, and of course, it was even possibly logical after a real messy break up a bestie had, crying into the pillow. (But not crying tears if you knew what Tracy meant. Rawr.)
Man, her tongue got worked that night, but at least she found out for sure that she wasn’t a lesbian after that… (…nor straight for that matter.)
However, when Tracy heard these words now (totally not from her above list of approved situations btw) coming instead from the skinny brunette girl sitting beside her (a girl she’d never even met before this very moment, also btw!) it was hard to summon anything but a tilt of the head and a bit of disbelief.
“Uh.. Good for you?” Hurrah for LGBT and all that, but was this really the best time when the whole school was in an uproar about abstaining from abstinence? (Go and get your cooch licked, freckly girl!)
“No, no, no!” People were jumping over seats to escape this auditorium, the scramble to get laid starting in earnest, while Tracy and this girl were stuck in this truly otherworldly conversation. (This is why a girl needed friends, to get them out of crazy conversations! She seriously needed, like, a Batman grapple-gun right now!) “I mean, you can see my ring right?” She waved her dark glowing ring like there was a bee floating in front of her face. “I don’t want to be a v-virgin my whole life and…” She pointed down to Tracy’s glowing green, seemingly dazed by the light as she licked her lips. “Well… Your ring is green and you’re-you’re…” Her slightly freckled cheeks turned into a pair of beetroots, a strange horny whine coming from her pursed lips, but Tracy only tilted her head further leftwards (why was she acting like she looked like an ogre? With her unique sense of rural fashion combined with that ponytail, she had a country-style girl-next-door look that was charming in that rustic kind of way).
Freaking virgins…
Tracy sighed out for a while, wondering why the heck she’d slipped the promise ring on in the first place if this was the reaction she was going to get (okay, but she’d heard there was something ‘free’ underneath her chair like a game show, so how could she not grab it?). Of course, that Miss Peterson was certainly right in saying that this green glow did give off a warm and pleasing sensation that was ever so deliciously close to an afterglow, even feeling slightly more aroused than she probably should have been in the situation (though she’d certainly had her share of weird moments in her life where her panties were just swampy. Damn these teenage hormones!). So perhaps that was why she found the patience to not just be bitter and shut this girl down.
“Look, I’m not a lesbian but I didn’t know that until I actually tried it out, you know? So I don’t want to say you’re just confused but…” Tracy rubbed her eyes, finding her kitty actually twitching under her jeans (getting an image of horse-riding in the mountain with this girl, getting good and lost prior to going ‘beaver diving’ on some sun-warmed grass besides a stream, her thighs splayed as she lapped closer and closer to her-) before getting a stroke of inspiration amongst this crazy situation. “Okay, let’s go find ourselves a guy to find out?” (How hard would it be to get some dick in a crazy situation like this?)
“A guy?” She clasped her jeans jacket together and her khakied thighs rubbed, still hopelessly entranced by that green glow and playing with the tip of her ponytail. “But I thought…”
”C’mon, I’ll get you laid, promise.” She had stated earlier in her mind that she’d wanted to lead a sexual revolution, so she supposed it was time to put her money where her mouth was (it wasn’t always going to be red flags with toe-curling orgasms after all)! “I’m Tracy, what’s your name?”
”Emily..” The tall brunette with the green close set eyes was yanked forward, hardly having time to grip her burlap sack of a purse and hug it close as her thin legs fluttered to keep up with this eccentric girl’s march. “Oh god, are we going to do it? Where are we going? ”
“Hopefully not far, Emi.” Tracy looked both ways before slipping out of the multipurpose room and into the wider foyer where things had already gotten chaotic (but somehow still tamer than some parties Tracy’d been to). Mostly people were scrambling to more private places with others, probably with hopes to negotiate their way into an awkward first time, while some brave few were taking this breakdown of chaste authority to go all out, passing a couple of moaning dudes getting their dicks sucked and even a guy really slurping down a chubby gal’s puss. Tracy took Emily sharply to the left down the corridor with far fewer students and let out an exhale. “Alright, now it’s time to get laid.” (How much different could this be than half the parties she’d gone to back in Cali? A bunch of teens looking to get their rocks off, no difference… Except this was school sponsored!)
“O-Oh god…” Emily was near swallowing her fist considering how much he was biting her fingers, her slight buckteeth dragging over her digits again and again. “How do I look?” She started furiously patting her flushed face before playing with her ponytail. “Should I let my hair down? D-Do you have any lipstick? O-Oh god!”
“Calm down.” Tracy rolled her eyes, putting her hands on both these girl’s toasty cheeks to squish her face like she was checking her melon’s ripeness. “We’re looking to have a fuck, aight? This ain’t prom where you’re looking to upstage somebody.” Holy crap, if this was just the first day at school at Wilcox High, then what prom going to be like? (Orgy was the first word that came to mind, and suddenly Tracy’s Viet-cat was really purring under her jeans as she imagined a well trained Emily on her knees and licked her-). “We’re just looking for ‘good enough’ right now, but I’m not sharing you with a flippin’ toad or anything, so don’t worry.”
”Sharing?” Emily gulped yet again, stepping back to put her own hands on her face to give a mousy squeal. “L-Like a threesome? Oh that’s dirty…. E-Ever so dirty…” (Why was she making that sound like a bad thing?)
“Relax.” Tracy gave a thumbs up as she looked Emily up and down, seeing her under confident posture really diminishing her sex appeal. “I’ll be like a tutor or whatever, you know?” She had enough experience after all, making her wonder if she’ll get that white glow on her ring the first in her grade (that upgrade kind of seemed cool, and if she just needed to suck off enough virgins to do so? Well, why not for some super powers?). “Just give me a second here…”
She hurriedly stripped the girl’s jeans jacket off, slipped off her white boring top that was beneath with a little meep from brunette’s lips, and then put the denim jacket back on without thinking of buttoning it up to show off her baby-blue lace bra to the hall. Another pat on the back, pulling of the ponytail, and she had the girl standing tall and proud! Until of course, Emily hunched over and hugged her alabaster midsection, whining once more. “W-What?! Tracy, I-I’m so grossly pale, and-and my chest-
“Oh calm your tits.” Tracy stepped back and nodded, not disagreeing that the girl could use a tan, but pale girls had their appeal too (Heck, some of her girls back home would’ve kill for such creamy skin tone). “Showing skin gives off confidence and you’ve even got some nice goods to show off!” (Unlike herself, who hadn’t an ice-cube’s chance in hell to get her own cleavage looking that full!) Emily slowly retreated her covering arms, but still was blushing like a rose factory, so she sighed out. “Fine, I’ll give you some company then.”
She stripped her own cyan top off in a flash, gyrating her hips all the while with a bass-heavy tune blasted from her lips (not any one song in particular, but she wasn’t stripping without a tune) “Doo…Do-do-dododoooo~!”. Frankly, she loved going topless, and had always used any excuse to show off her twin pierced nipples with shining fake jade studs upon her amazing and bra-less wee Asian bitties (Oh perhaps they were underdramatic in terms of size, but those nipples hardened in a micro second and gave her more pleasure than any bloated DDs could! Plus, was there a man alive with the balls to complain while she was riding on their big fucking love log of a-). She caught her new acquaintance’s look at her sleek n’ suple body, glistening olive abs under the light and brushed her long black mane behind her head.
“What?”
“Oh I…” Emily looked to her feet, exhaling heavy as she rubbed her arm. “You’re just… uh…” She clicked her dry sounding tongue before giving that strange high pitched whine. “…Rather attractive?”
“Why thank you.” A pleased wide grin came over her face as she crumpled her top into a ball and stuck it into her jeans pocket best she could. She hadn’t been fishing for compliments, but goodness if didn’t tickle her to hear the first of its kind since coming here (She certainly worked hard enough to get this tight!). She really couldn’t help but give a stretch of her arms, showing off her sheer muscularity that loved to strut off at the beach in the skimpiest of bikinis, addicted to that goosebump prickling sensation that guys’ gazes on her bubbly butt gave (oh god.. there is a beach here in Fillerton, right? RIGHT!?). “But let me tell ya, Emi. It’s all about confidence. So, let me ask you: do you want to get laid, girl?”
“Y-Yes.” Emily answered gingerly like she was confessing to some crime, her eyes utterly locked on those round little buds just glittering below her chin.
“I can’t hear yooooouuu!” She was realizing she may have to summon some of her cheerleading skills in order to succeed here. “C’mon! What do you freaking want Emily? Cum or be a virgin forever? Tell me if you want to get laid!” (give me a ’C’-’U’-’M’.!)
”Yes!” Emily suddenly got a fire burst in her eyes, taking a deep breath that had her looking straight into this new girl’s eyes for the first time. “I want to cum and-and…” Suddenly, she crumpled once more. “Oh god… Am I slut for saying that? My pastor-”
”Your pastor is probably an asshole!” She grasped her hands on this silly girl’s shoulders and shook her a bit (urge to slap - rising…). “Live a little! This is a crazy situation, but also an opportunity for fun! Let’s take it!”
“Wua. Wua. Wua.” Emily was just blurting from her lips as her head bobbed back and forth. “Oh-oh-okay! L-Let’s d-d-do it-it!”
“Finally!” She at last let go and chuckled. “Then let’s start the hunt!” Her hands clapped with a bright smile, but it wasn’t long before it faded into a frown with her impatience. The school had just given the thumbs up to getting dicks nice and wet, so gosh darn it, where were all the dongs? Only a scattered handful of girls were running down this hallway that she’d chosen, and the only guys to pass by were holding hands and started to make out the second they snapped up some condoms from besides the water fountain (darn, if she didn’t have Emily hanging onto her arm here, she wouldn’t mind being the teriyaki meat between that sandwich. *Meow*)
“Maybe if we start kissing…?” Emily was sucking on her lower lip as she made that passive suggestion almost like a prayer. “Or… I could lick your stomach and…”
“Shhh shhh shhh…” Tracy put a finger forward upon Emily’s moist lips, and unexpectedly, the girl started actually suck on that index finger (damn, this girl was wanting her more than she expected! If only she had a dick, huh?). “We’re gonna do that soon enough, but look,” she wiped her finger off on her jeans, “I’m gonna go fishing. You stay here.”
”Fishing?” Emily said as she coiled her hair. “What?”
“Watch, okay?” Tracy strutted confidently to the end of the hall, scanning her eyes left and right and right with a pensive look upon her face with hands on her hips. It was hard to pick the trees from the forest with the chaos in the foyer, not having gotten any less furious since leaving, students frantically running to one group to another, skirting past and leaping over the bolder students who were just getting busy right on the floor (nothing said hot and dirty sex than getting rammed beside a garbage bin, eh?). However, with her last shred of patience, she finally found a confused looking guy who had the balls to look her in the eyes.
First reaction? Yeah, he was hardly the most handsome guy around, not worthy of space in Tracy’s fantasies of when she was wielding her vibrator for example (that was frankly reserved for a ripped rocker with a soul patch from back home by the name of Leslie Hong, thank you very much) , and she didn’t think he’d be turning heads normally for any other girl either. However, with a slim body that looked like he at least occasionally exercised and a dark haircut that was neat enough to show that he showered regularly, this boy, to Tracy’s estimation, had just won the Tracy Power Poundage Jackpot.
The tall guy looked lost more than anything, constantly scratching his chin with a couple of scraggly hairs curling out or adjusting his glasses, and almost certainly had locked eyes on a topless Tracy by sheer accident, but that was all the girl needed. She beckoned the boy in the black shirt and jeans over with her curling finger, winking probably too excessively to be sexy but she didn’t care.
Now was just the test to see how badly he wanted to get rid of that glowing dark ring.
‘What? Me?’ was what he mouthed out and gestured with a point to his chest, and much to her excitement, the guy actually jogged over with those long dark denim legs, gulping down some real nervous clumps of spit when he finally got over and tried to act all ‘cool’ as he leaned on the nearby wall. “U-Uh hey. What’s up? I’m Gary and-”
“Tracy.” She was all business at the moment and yanked his tanned arm instead of shaking it as she marched back to Emily. “My new friend Emi and I are looking for a guy who, well, wants to turn her ring green if you know what I’m saying. ‘Squeak-squeak’ ‘Spank me daddy’, ya know?” That very ‘new friend’ was now in front of them, trembling and sweaty, whose face wouldn’t have looked so different if she was put in front of viper Tracy was sure. “We don’t want to make you uncomfortable, of course, but are you interested?” (Now pop a flirty inviting smile his way… and… this fish is HOOKED!)
“N-Now?” Clearly this was perfect couple Tracy had just gathered, as this new fellow near matched Emily’s anxious eyes when he met them and started to nibble at his lips before shaking his head. “You mean.. sex right?” He gulped and straightened his back before trying to lean back.“Y-Yeah I-I-I…” He miscalculated how close the wall was behind him and nearly fell back before catching his balance and jumping back to his flat soles (such the adorkable dumbass - she loved it!). Another clearing of this throat and he nodded. “Yes. I would like to… uh… be that guy. I’m Gary.” He stuck his hand forward to Emily’s directions, his eyes perhaps a little too forward in their leer at her teasing chest.
“Nice to meet you.” Emily meekly put her fingers in his hands like he was going to kiss it, but Tracy slapped her palm on top.
“Alright! Well, Emi, Gary? I consider this threesome started! Let’s get all ready, shall we?” Tracy snapped her fingers to a double thumbs up, the two virgins looking bewildered at each other, before moving her jeans butt to the nearby fountain to see that hanging on the wall right beside it was some kind of dispenser of all things sex related. Almost like a soda vending machine, she could see buttons for condoms, little bottles of lubricant, dental dams, gloves, et cetera, but it was all apparently free (damn, where had this machine been when she’d have to awkwardly wait in her date’s car for him to gather the confidence to purchase condoms?). She couldn’t help but smile as she slapped that condom button to get a little wrapped square before the lube came in after in just the cutest of bottles. “Oh my god, this is fun.” She pressed the condom button three more times and filled her finger, imagining them to be ninja stars to throw before stuffing them in her back pockets.
She was going to need a lot of these today! Should she be getting some dental dams too? (She’d honestly never used one, but since they’re so easily available…)
“Oh god. I don’t know if I can do this…” Emily was still trembling when she came back, not even looking at the partner Tracy had worked so hard to find just now. “I mean… I don’t know him and-”
”Perfect, no reason to hate each other, right?” She winked as pushed the condom in the wiry hands of Gary and the lube into Emily’s shaking palms “But if you want some panty-lubricant, I ain’t got any vodkas or whatever you two usually drink, but it sounds like that fountain water might do the job.” (She was deathly curious on how the water worked from how that Miss Peterson explained it. Had they really philtered Love Potion No. 9 into the rusting piping?) She pushed the couple to the fountains by their seeming frozen stiff butts. “Come on, aren’t you two thirsty?”
“Uh after you.” Gary gave a most pompous of hand waves towards the fountain, Tracy narrowing her eyes, not sure if he was being a coward or simply simping (either way, not good! No girls like a straight up simper!).
“No please.” Emily stepped back, almost matching his hand gesture in an attempt to out-simp him. “You are probably thirstier than me and-”
”Oh for god’s sake.” Tracy gripped them by their hair and pulled them downwards sharply as she grumbled. “You’re about to swapping spit and shit. No time to be getting shy!” She managed to get their mouths close enough to the spigot and used her knee to hit the little paddle to get the water flowing.
Perhaps they were hesitant at first, but soon they were lapping at the same stream like puppies at a bowl, tongues getting close before they launched their backs straight right out of her hands, a seeming possessed look on their face.
“What the…?” Tracy saw their heavy lidded eyes stare at each other and kind of confused gawk of their lips not closing. “Oh c’mon, it can’t be that amaze-balls.” She leaned over between the two, putting a thumb on the paddle and slurping down some real strange tasting water. Was she just used to the shit that used to come out of the fountains back in Cali (she’d heard that there were so many dead bodies from the Mafia dumped into it, that they’d turn into brain-chomping zombies if they drank enough!), or did this water really have an alien quality to it?
*Ba-DOOMP*
She felt her heart give her brain an uppercut with a real solid pump that seemed to rearrange all the blood in her body. Brain power? Who needed that when all the arousal could rush to between your legs and make you brain-dead horny?
Not able to summon a single cohesive thought, her instincts grabbed Emily’s cheek once more, squishing them tenderly as she placed her drooly lips upon this thin pair and entered her tongue inside. Her mouth was refreshingly cool but for a few second, Emily’s tongue was limp like a cold cod before the tip of her tongue danced with her own, warming up incredibly as they swapped more and more bursted dams of saliva.
*Mwah-lwal-mwak*
“Mmmm~”
Surely steam escaped their lips as they separated, Emily tumbling back until her khakied butt hit the floor with her face reading dizzy. Tracy then turned around, and started using her small restless hands to get Gary out of those dark clothing. He seemed eager, but she made him strip it all off slowly, feeling up his slim body, fingers creeping up his slightly concaved stomach with a strip of dusted hair, up his ribs and hooking his itty-bitty nipple between her fingers to give them a pinch. All the while, she was zipping down his fly and using her deft experience to get that jeans’ button off with ease.
“S-Sorry I’m not big…” He just blurted out in his damp panting, his pitched tent rubbing into Tracy’s belly button. But she ignored his words best she could, her hands reaching down to give it a squeeze, making him shudder as she milked him up and down.
“Shut it, you stupid boy.” She wasn’t trying to summon her inner-domme or anything when she growled, but she just hated how much boys obsessed how big they were when being firm was so much more important for her (she was a small girl, so oversized dicks were pretty useless for getting herself off). “This feels…” she gripped tight at the base and purred, “Perrrrrfect.” It really just was a totally fine dick, but it didn’t hurt to stroke a guy’s ego sometimes. “Maybe even bigger than some guys I’ve been with.” (maybe by a whole .2 inches, but he didn’t have to know the whole details when his manhood throbbed from her words).
He gulped after hearing that, fumbling with the condom wrapper before Tracy just bit the packaging with her teeth from his hands and turned back around to see how Emily was progressing. “One second, big guy.”
The girl had a hand down her unbuttoned crotch, panting, gasping and whimpering as she petted her kitty with just a tease of her matching panties set with her blue bra. Her eyes were intense on Tracy’s body, gulping again and again as her gaze licked up her little breasts and glistening navel like thawing ice cream that needed to be teased and lapped up. It was a hot sight (damn, this girl was pussy whiiiiiped), but Tracy was the tutor here, and she turned up the temperature by grabbing the ankles of these cropped kahkis and ripping them quick off to leave the squeaking girl pinching her creamy thin thighs together. Her eyes were wide at her, but her fingers kept flicking that skittle, so Tracy knew it was game time.
A snap of her fingers directed her towards a staircase where she could more comfortably present her needy lips, and Emily scurried her little butt to the specific stair that she’d had been pointing to. Tracy herself slipped her jeans and panties down at once in a flash, kicking off her shoes and leaving herself as naked as the day she was made, strutting forward with the condom still hanging from her lips. She honestly felt a body high even superior to a good workout, boosting her sexual confidence to truly starbound levels as her instincts had her fell to the floor and starting to crawl to the staircase where Emily was near seizuring in her anticipation.
Her paws ascended a couple of stairs with her feet still on the ground, her round little rump rising slowly as she got her face closer and closer to those inviting blue panties. She brushed her nose against the lacy fabric, getting a good fragrant whiff of this girl’s burning arousal and then hooked her teeth into the hem at the top, dropping the condom into her palm.
“I’m not…” Emily meeped out. “I just haven’t shaved recently so-”
“Emi, Emi, Emi…” Tracy looked up while feeling her beating heart behind her irises, so wanting to get every sloppy hole stuffed so bad she couldn’t stand it (her inner nympho really wasn’t far beneath the surface, frankly).“Do ya really think I’m caring about that, like, at all right now?” She then proceeded to wrap her arms around this girl’s narrow hips and rip her panties elastic down with all her excited energy to near tear them in twain before carelessly tossing them into Gary’s hands (sniff away bud!). Despite the expectations of jungle-city down there, all she had down there was a bit of lady bristle with perhaps a wisp or two of hairs around the most perfect pink doughnut she’d ever seen.
But then again, she was straight hungry at this point, so maybe any nice-looking pussy would look delicious.
Yet, she didn’t immediately dive in, instead, slowly running her naked body up Emily’s panting figure, having those nipple studs run up that blue bra before rubbing her chest and then navel all over her face. She cooed as she felt her new pal’s tongue stick and stab at her belly button, swirling around to create a whole series of tingling that had her clench her thighs together. She rested her chin on that ponytail for a second, sating the sensation as her skin prickled with goosebumps from Gary’s gaze (take a piece if you like what you see, bud!), making that tonguing all the more pleasurable
Of course, if she liked making out with her tummy that much, then…
She spun with a dancer’s grace, pretending that she was focusing solely on Gary’s needs with the condom when she plopped her bottom right on Emily’s nose for a nice personal inspection. Shuddering as she opened the packaging of this rubber, she was only too pleased to feel the girl get to work with her first cunnilingus, darn sloppy with her tongue motions, but the girl at least knew how a pussy worked so she found the buzzer to her love box faster than even some experienced boys (but like most boys, she had that nose pressed hard against her butt-button, the kinky gal!).
”Nnnph~! Ah shiiiit, Emi!” She shuddered leftwards and twitched her whole body a bit, including her left eye. “T-That’s w-what the doctor ordered.” Her hands were shaky and jerky as she hooked a nail under the latex circle and pinched the tip of it. Then her twitchy eyes focused on Gary’s knob sticking from his boxers and her impatient fingers sunk into the hem and tossed them to their ankles. “Y-You still shy?”
“It’s just that…” He licked his lips, his cock rattling like pure lightning was coursing through. “Y-you’re stupid hot and-”
”And you’re going to fuck me, ya dummy! You’re only here ‘cuz I want you too, huh? Be confident bud!” She smiled out as she dressed this cockhead with his latex hat, slowly unfolding the material down his shaft and making him grunt. His two inches of girth was almost too ideal for this condom, rolling out like the red carpet for the fireworks show, and she was only too eager to accept it.
“I-It’s kind of tight…” He winced a bit. “Is it supposed to be so snug?”
“That means it’s working, b-bud.” She was doing some wincing herself as she felt Emily’s arms suddenly reach around her muscular thighs and press more ass upon her entire head, her tongue (and snout!) going deeper into her love holes. She made sure the rubber really was on right, a little bubble at the top showing that this dick was fitting its latex suit just right. With a perverted grin, she did some more ‘testing’ by jerking the cock, watching Gary squirm as she flapped a tongue against it, still feeling its warmth even through the material (man, this was going to feel good in her!). Suddenly she stood herself up right, that tongue and nose popping from her underside, and turned herself around to lean over to a slicked wet face of Emily, who simply had the lustiest eyes looking back at her with her mouth open in her gasping.
“Wha… ah….” Her brain was about as useless as Tracy’s was at the moment, not even realizing that she had something in her hand still that she wanted.
“Thank you.” She said, ripping the little bottle of lube from tensed fingers and handing it back as she leaned into kiss and lick Emily’s face clean of her own love juices (as usual, she tasted devine!).
*Lwwal-lwam*
“Mmm~”
Her pleasantly shaped rear was just shaking as she gulped Emily down like an ice cream cone from her chin to her forehead before flicking the tip on her pierced earlobe, and finally Gary must have gotten the clue as his erection finally pressed firm against her back. Hard, throbbing and moist it felt ready for action just as Tracy liked it, though it wasn’t exactly in the right place.
”Careful, cowboy.” She chided playful with a toss of her dark hair back. “Just because I picked you doesn’t mean I want you to immediately take my anal cherry, ya know?” (Okay, so she knew that she’d been ‘popped’ a few times back there already, but being the new student was already a pain in the ass today, so…)
“Y-yeah…” He immediately retreated, mumbling how stupid he was before Tracy managed to reach for him between her legs (she was hella flexible and it was time to show off a little!).
“Oh don’t get down, Gary-bud.” She snickered out from between her legs as she pulled him back towards him with his dick like a leash, seeing his blushed and shy expression from upside down. “Happens to guys all the time when they’re excited! If you want to know where to start though, just put that hardness riiiiiight against my kitty. She’s purring and wanted to cuddle with your hog, you know?” She placed his glans against hers and-
*slap*
*DING DONG*
“Ooo~! Yeah, just right
He grunted and nodded, slowly rocking back but just firm enough with his hands on her hips, thumb tight on her buns, to make her toes curl on the step as the sound of light smacking echoed out as his pubis blopped against her frankly disproportionately full booty (she wasn’t bottom heavy or anything, but as the only curve on her body she knew why others loved to grip and pinch and spank and-)
Wordlessly, she gripped Emily’s chin once more, kissing her before urging her to move that naked butt up more for a better angle at her splayed thighs. She nodded with her bitten lips, retreating back two steps before Tracy viciously dived down to lick her inner thighs. Like a paint brush, she left long trails of saliva leading to her mons on either side, her tongue picking up every little prickle on the skin before she gave a firm kiss upon her pubis just above her lovely lips.
Emily moaned, “please… please…”, her hands planting down onto Tracy’s head as those greedy lips couldn’t wait any longer, and she submitted to her wishes, swirling her tongue lower and lower until the underside of her dripping mouth meat brushed against her lady-knob and caused her to actually giggle a bit.
“S-S-Sorry, I’m just a bit sens-” She started before Tracy just locked her lips around it and let out a slurping sound that felt like it was coming from the booming intercom. Emily’s teeth clenched, piping out some names of saints as suddenly her thighs clamped onto her hot ears and her hands pressed on the black mane further down.
It was hard to breath with her nose all bent up like that (it was kind of hawt to suffocate a bit honestly though), but she managed to keep suckling away, not wildly swirling her tongue, but giving precision taps right on the tip to make it tingle to maximum degree, all while rubbing the pubis that ran just above it with her fingers (she always imagined this motion being a girl handjob, thinking of the clit just below the surface singing in joy from this motion).
But then came in the dick.
“Unph~!” She muffled into Emily’s snatched, Gary back there getting a wee bit impatient with just rubbing and finally deciding to park himself inside, all lubed and hot and just the way she liked it. He probably… no, scratch that. He certainly should have warned a girl a bit before doing that, but on the other hand, her lower lips were probably just gasping for a taste of that cock, so she could understand why he took the plunge. His grip tightened firm on her hips like proper fuck handles, middle fingers tapping on her pelvic bones through the skin and just making all kind of magical sensations go off.
*Slurp Slurp Slurp*
*Slop Slop Slop*
“Erm.. Oh… Fuuuu…”
Each pound on her behind, letting out a naughty slap that would cause her buns to deliciously jiggle, made her tongue flop forward inaccurately on Emily’s velvety button, and both girls groaned in near unison as Gary gave his grunt like a steady factory pipe letting all know that pipe was being laid.
In such a hot and sweaty compromised position, Tracy was genuinely alight with not only tingly jollies making her legs numb, but also with such excited ideas on what she could do with partners so horny and in tune with each other (there were just so many kinks that Tracy had never tried due to her lack of success with long term boyfriends!). As she gargled labia, her mind tried to imagine what she should get them to do next. Getting them both on their knees and licking her dripping lips, maybe getting her ass licked as Gary pounded her hard, siting on this dick while Emily presented herself.
She must have been too excited though as the reality suddenly came crashing down on her.
“T-Tracy?” Emily meeped. “I-I think I might be straight”
“S-Shit…” Gary seethed from his clenched frustrated. “I-I’m going soft! I-I…. Damn it, I freaking knew I masturbated too much!”
Freaking Virgins…
But she wouldn’t let let that get her down! Heck no! She instead took their complaints in turn like it was a challenge from the opposing cheer team and decided to command them with glee. She slithered her body upright, backing her face away from the rustic twat and twerking her butt cheeks off of Gary’s mostly erect cock. “Alright! You!” She snapped at Emily. “You’re going to sit on some dick and see how you like it!” She spun on her heels. “You!” Another snap. “You are a fucking stud who is going to lay down on the ground and fuck two girls at once! If you’re getting soft, just spank me and speak dirty like all the other guys!” She bit her finger and gave a whorish moan. “Unless… you don’t want to lick my slutty holes?”
“I d-do!” He was like a mat on the floor faster than he could even get those two syllables, not caring clearly that his bare back was on that less than squeaky clean floor like a total champ.
“And you’re going to sit that ass down right here, Emi.” She had the bottom-less girl shakily step down from those stairs and quickly kneel herself splayed over Gary’s cock, her pussy just brushing against the tip before Tracy eased the cooing girl down like she was in a hot-tub. Oh yeah, she may have twitched and grunted the whole way, but she was really liking how that dick was feeling in her as those lusty eyes weren’t lying.
“Oh w-wow~!” Gary choked out alongside Emily in similar amazement, his hands sinking into her thighs as clearly he wasn’t worried about going soft now.
Without wasting any more time, she too eased herself down in a squat, connecting knees with her new brunette friend to put her ass riiiight on Gary’s drooling face (and of course, his nose just went right up her backhole too!). The guy didn’t know what to do besides wildly flap his tongue, but at the very least, his firm grip on her butt was making her see stars as she watched Emily bite her lower lip and close her eyes as she rocked.
Despite the only ‘seven out of ten’ head she was getting, the whole situation was electrifying enough to elicit moans from her too, and by using his nose as a little ridge, she started riding with as much enthusiasm as Emily, both girls watching each other grind and run their slits silly all over Gary, panting rougher, groaning all the louder until it was nothing but cries in their mouths that echoed down the halls.
And then they started to make out again, so much more passion and out of control this time as beads of spit dropped down between their chin and dripped all over Gary so incredibly sloppily. Emily was with it enough to start playing with those nipple studs and gently twist them as Tracy did the same, ripping off her jeans jacket to knead those full breasts through the lacy bra.
For a second there, Tracy never wanted it to end, reaching a nirvana that she wanted to simply last forever.
Not too bad for freaking virgins…
“Tracy?” Emily cried out, their lips separating. “I-I think… I think…”
She certainly didn’t need to finish that sentence, as her eyes rolled up, face becoming a new shade of red and all around just full body spasming told an orchestra of pleasure was bouncing rogue around her body like an out of control bull running at a rodeo. Her contraction of her body actually rolled her off the cock, falling back and leaving an achingly close dick just standing at attention all red and alone to actually make Tracy pity it.
Pinching the condom off, she dived down on the dick to start paying back that oral he was desperately trying to give her by showing what a hungry pair of lips could really do. It wasn’t really even fair of course, as Tracy was certainly no stranger to fellatio, and so with a dozen or so strokes on that overly stimulated cock and a vicious batting of her tongue up its length, he was quaking more than the San Andreas fault line, just oozing virgin seed all over Tracy’s cheek before completely covering her palm in boy milk as she pumped and sucked the final drops of cum from the tip.
Ah the salty juice of satisfaction!
A heck of a headrush came over her as she looked at the scene she’d just caused (honestly, she kind of was jealous that this was their first time), and leaned against the nearby wall to see a fascinating sight.
Those rings on their hands purified themselves of that tar-like black and were ever so slowly gleaming green - success!
“Tracy?” Emily cooed as she inched over to Gary to snuggle up to his panting form. “I think I’m… bisexual…”
“Glad we got that figured out…” There was a slight sense of accomplishment running over Tracy, proud of her new pal getting off and over whatever sexual insecurities she had, but more than that, she was feeling a tad frustrated that she hadn’t gotten over the finish line there. What the heck? Those two were starting to cuddle in their afterglow, but what was there for their tutor? Man, did teachers feel this frustration with their students?!
She was just about to plan her next step, when she turned around to see that around half a dozen guys (and the obligatory tomboy they kept around) had been watching that scene unfold. They were clearly not the coolest gang around, but frankly, with her arousal pounding in her ears? They were just cute enough for her to notice their aroused looks at her. She adjusted her sweaty locks behind her ears. “I was…” Big slutty gulp. “J-Just teaching them, you know?”
”Well…” After a bit of quiet, the tallest redhead in the middle finally spoke up and pointed to his black ring. “Would you want to teach us?”
Oh boy… Could she even consider such a feat? That was going to be a lot bukake in her hair and face even in an optimistic scenario, but she was just feeling so horny and, to be honest with herself, this whole ‘virgin’ helping made her feel really good! She was on the fence until she realize that with six guys, she’d have that super white ring glow in no time for sure!
“Why not?” She smirked before walking towards them, strutting in her birthday suit as confident as usual in whatever direction they’d take her.
Maybe being the new girl wasn’t always the worst thing, you know?
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