And tangled tongues

Stacy gurgled as the fourth cock entered her. This one was bigger than the last, and it’s owner was clearly past the point of delicacy. She felt the unseen and unknown meat slide deep along her inner passages, this time having chosen her rectum as its entrance of choice. It seemed the boys had got over their laughing squeamishness in sticking themselves where others had already been and were now just determined to make the most of this ‘reward’ they had been gifted. The teen was fairly sure this must be this particular phallus’s second go around now, having already turned Lydia into a quivering mess some unguessable time earlier. It set to work at a determined, unhurried pace… an athlete that was no longer over-excitedly sprinting, but ready to march the marathon.

Inside their tightly enclosed space, both girls were well beyond the limits of mental clarity. Their universe had shrunk down to an endless haze of hot, sweaty sensations. The sound of your own heartbeat thumping in one’s ears and the catches of breath from the other restrained body across the way. Pleasure and climaxes washed in and over you, like waves on a distant shore. While the aches and utter breathlessness of being so restrained and constrained seemed only to mix in with the intensity of all of it. They were alone together, almost… in this closed-in world of anonymous invasions. Whoever was driving themself into either one of them this time: an unimportant, foreign issue. All that really mattered was the overwhelming cycles of sparking nerves that overtook one of them, then the other… again and again and again.

At some point, they had poked out tongues and met in the middle. An upside down kiss that neither remembered starting, and which had to be constantly broken and rejoined in some desperate attempt to continue gathering enough oxygen to survive all this. It wasn’t exactly a sign that they’d made up over all that had transpired between them. Stacy could still feel the fury upon the other girl’s lips that she had been made to betray her master and then dragged into these repercussions for it. Yet, it was obvious that Lydia felt the same strange connections that she did, in the depths of these shared debasements. They were two incurable sluts being used and abused by a small army of invisible presences. Classmates that they might have to walk past in the corridor tomorrow and pretend they hadn’t felt the pounding thrusts from. It was all so utterly humiliating and wrong and stomach-churningly incredible at the same time. They both knew how much this turned the other one on… and how little anyone else in the world might understand. _Nothing _could tear apart that shared bond of understanding: They were sisters in submissive sluttery… and were secretly glad to find someone they could share in that.

Some half-an-hour later, the final lump of flesh heaved itself loose of Lydia’s semen-dribbling snatch. Stacy had already received her last donation several minutes earlier. The bell had rang through their muffled senses ages ago, but Mr Gregory had clearly made sure that no-one would disturb them for an entire double period. The pair had to wait a little while longer, resting in small puddles of their own drool… before the teacher finally returned and removed the plastic covering them. That first burst of light was blinding, but the air was so gloriously cool. He pulled both their bindings free and they collapsed off the vaulting horse on legs turned to jelly. Two puddles of young women, absolutely splayed out in exhaustion and drenched in their own sweat and juices… along with a considerable amount of other’s interior donations.

No sign of the basketball team remained, though the man who had brought both sides together stood watching over them and chuckling.

“D-did that make up for what I did, then?” Asked a bodily-trembling Stacy. “Are w-we forgiven?”

The Geography teacher raised an eyebrow, possibly surprised that the teen could even speak. He broke quickly into a wide and wicked smile though… seeing an opportunity for one further lesson.

“Oh… this had nothing to do with that, my love. This was just a bit of fun to celebrate all my boys’ hard work.”

He leaned down to brush a thumb against the naked schoolgirl’s cheek.

“In fact, I’m quite proud of you for taking an extra interest in my little cumdump’s training… So, how about this: From now on, if you ever want to give those two wet flannels you’ve got wrapped around your finger a treat… you just tell young Lyddy here. I guarantee she’ll follow your word, as well as she does mine.”

The man gave Lydia a meaningful glance at this, followed by a teasing wink. Then simply proceeded to walk out of the room. Leaving both of them alone and exposed in the middle of the wide, open space. Stacy turned to her classmate to catch a look of desolate, abject horror. But they were both too wiped out to discuss. There was nothing left to do except help each other limp around regathering their clothing, before someone else burst in and found them.