Some Girls are Bigger than Others

The last class of the day was Physical Education. After some stretches and a couple of laps, we played this game called Duck and Cover. In Duck and Cover, players threw soft rubber balls at each other and are eliminated if they get hit with it or have their ball caught. I got knocked out immediately by one of the opposing members of the team, a girl by the name of Bailey Ryan. Baily was a close friend of Joy with curly red hair, long lashes, and pale skin that looked nearly spotted with freckles. I never got to know Bailey that well since I always found her nasally voice rather annoying. Usually, I could duck one of her little floaters. Still, I was intensely distracted when she ran up towards the line, dribbling two other massive balls between her chest. The sight was just hypnotic, watching Bailey’s tits bounce in her gym uniform, that most of the guys laughed at me when I stared dumbfounded at a slow shooter Baily landed on my face with as much **** as a pillow thrown by a toddler.

After getting knocked out and taking much **** from my male teammates, I spent the time sitting down on my butt in the prison area, not giving crud whether or not I would get back in the game. In my prison where I sat, I got a good glimpse at all the backsides of the ladies in our class. They came in many shapes from Baily’s padded hills of buttcushion to Joy’s tight and firm rump. All of them had that hypnotic movement when they played, jiggling and squishing and wriggling and squirming that supple flesh underneath their tight uniforms, sweat dripping. I let out a deep exhalation trying to calm myself down.

After the class was over, we all shuffled to the changing rooms for a shower, to wash away the grime and sweat of the day. I placed my clothes and, more importantly, my artifact in a locker far away from the others on a high shelf. The naked bodies of all the students clamored to get under the showerheads of the cramped shower room. I stared in awe as the nude female students shuffled past me to their way to the showers. I could see them jiggle and squish and wriggle and squirm without their uniforms on. Was I the only one who noticed how hot this was? The only thing that kept me from being fully erect was the frigid air in the shower.

I made my way to the showers and got under a showerhead. Joy and Bailey were in front of where I stood, sharing a showerhead. They both cuddled together, each trying to get under the pouring water. The soap lathered between their two skins, a line of suds running through the cleavage between their bare nubile breasts. I paid no attention to my own shower, just gawking at the scene of Joy and Bailey washing. Their slick oily skin. Their sensual curves that come in different sizes. Their nipples, my firm nipples. Oh dear, I had a view like this for so long, and never once did I notice how awesome it was. Bailey’s breast was a lot larger than Joy’s, who had palm-sized breasts. Joy’s was much firmer, resting a lot higher on her collar than Bailey’s. When they washed, Bailey’s would jiggle a lot more, as if it was made entirely of some kind of space-age gel. Bailey had an auburn bush that looked like flames, while Joy’s was more like an umber rug.

Joy caught me staring down at their bodies, she didn’t cover herself like I imagine she would. Why would I imagine she covering herself in my gaze? She has shown me this so many times. Was it because I was drooling now? Joy looked down at her own body as if she thought something was wrong with it.

“Is something wrong? You keep looking at my chest the entire day,” Joy yelled over the tumult of class chatter in the showers.

“No…” I yelled back. “It’s just your nipples look like a candy I used to love.”

Gosh, that was a dumb thing to say.

“Oh?” Joy asked, smiling but still a bit confused.

“Yeah… you remember those almond kisses we got as kids? Sort of like that.” I chuckled nervously. Why was I nervous? “I…”

I was acting stupid as hell. Did thinking about breasts make me this way? What did I want? I wanted them in my mouth. I wanted to rub my cock over them. The time with Ms. Fleming had my mind going crazy with ideas.

“Do you mind if I… suck on them?” I asked. I felt flushed, even requesting it. “It’s just they remind me so much. I feel like I have to make sure it’s not. My curiosity is killing me.”

Joy laughed. “You really kill me sometimes, Cliff. My nipples aren’t made of chocolate. Look, if it’ll get you to get that strange look off your stupid face, then go ahead, weirdo.”

Of course. I’m not asking anything outrageous. It was just breasts and nipples. Why did I have such a fascination with it? Bailey had much larger and more ripe looking breasts, why wasn’t I as fascinated by her’s or ask her to suck on her nipples? I liked Joy. Maybe liking Joy has something to do with it? Anyways, Joy was pushing her chest towards me, still smiling but puzzled at my requests. I leaned down and pressed my face against her chest, my mouth suckling on her nipples. I twirled her nipples in my mouth, savoring it. Why did I want to do this? They didn’t taste like anything except flesh. Yet the thought of sucking her nipples… turned something inside of me on.

“Ow,” Joy yelped. “You just bit me.”

“Oh… sorry.” Crap must have been way too vigorous with my sucking. I relaxed my mouth, but it still hungered for her. I felt like I wanted to eat her or parts of her. That sounded morbid, I know. But I wanted her in my mouth as much I wanted her mouth on me.

“Had enough? Are you convinced my nipples aren’t made of chocolate and almonds?” Joy laughed.

I reluctantly let go and nodded. Half of the class was already out of the showers at this point, including Bailey. I was just about to leave before Joy glanced down and noticed something. I looked down to where she looked after she had an open mouth, a horrified look on her face. My penis had become fully erect during that whole duration I was clenched to her tits.

“Cliff? Your… penis is-” She exclaimed before I put my hands over her mouth. I didn’t want her telling the whole class.

I shook my head, pleading with Joy, who’s eyes were wide but watching me with concern. The shower water shut off after it’s allotted time, last drops seeping out of the showerheads trickle down like the end of a rainstorm. All of the class had cleared except me and Joy, who stood there with my hands over her mouth. She looked a bit ticked at me for shutting her up, so sensing everyone left, I removed my hands.

“Cliff, look at your penis. It’s… wrong. That’s not normal, Cliff. Go see Nurse Parker,” Joy requested with warm concern.

“I know it’s not normal but… it’s a condition I have. It’s fine. I just need to let out some pressure in it,” I said with pleading eyes. “Look, Joy. You can’t tell anyone I have this condition or… I'll get sent away.”

“But… jeez. Look at it. It’s so large and swollen,” Joy looked down, still puzzled. Her usually straight brown hair was starting to curl at the ends while drying.

“My mom or sister will usually help me get it back to normal, but since you are here…” I said. “Can you help me?”

“I don’t know… this looks really serious, Cliff.” Joy still examined it and shook her head, worried.

“It’s just first aid. If it doesn’t work, we’ll go see the Nurse.” I said.

Joy hesitated but sensing my desperation, considered.

“Okay, what do you want me to do?” Joy asked.

“I got to… rub it inside of you.” I explained, shrugging like it couldn’t be helped.

“You what?” Joy looked as if I told her I got to run her over with a car.

“Your body is warm, and it can build friction. If I rub it inside you… like inside your vagina... I can release the pressure. Trust me. I did it before. It’s perfectly safe.” I blurted. There was no time to tell her how to use her mouth. A janitor could come in at any time and check this scene out.

“I... You what?” The ordinarily sure and confident girl was so confused as if she finally came across a problem she couldn’t solve.

“Look. There’s no time to explain. Let’s get into the washroom. Just sit on the toilet, and we’ll do it there.” I said.

“Do what? You aren’t making any sense.” Joy asked.

I walked away towards the bathroom, and Joy followed, curious but also worried. The bathroom was a couple of meters, enough for two people but still cramped. Joy’s naked body shuffled around me, and she closed the toilet seat lid and sat on it. Joy watched with curiosity as I parted her legs on the toilet seat, leaned my hips down, and guided my penis towards her vagina, the same place I had entered Ms. Fleming. Oh no.

This position is awkward, I won’t be able to reach.

“Are you trying to poke that thing inside my vagina?” Joy asked. “Why would you want to do that?”

“It’s nice and warm in there. It’ll… help me expel some of my pressure.”

“You aren’t going to do it like that,” Joy frowned.

It was fine on the table where Ms. Fleming spread her legs. Crap, but that was elevated and she had her hips out. Maybe… Or… Maybe?? I thought about it as a complex equation.

“Cliff, I’ll just stand up,” Joy said. “If all you need to do is to try to put that inside my vagina, I’ll bend over like this.”

I made room for Joy as she stood up, turned around, and bent her butt towards me with her hands on the tank. But I think I did this position before with my sister but ended up in her butt. Maybe I can… Yes. I’ll just go down from there then. And then maybe..?

“Oh, for goodness sake,” Joy exasperated. She turned around, arched her back, and spread her cheeks wide open. Her ass was displaying itself in full view to me and I could make out her vagina right below her little butthole.

Okay. It was there. Just below. I wished I had my artifact on me to make Joy feel some pleasure in this. I had to use her for now so my “condition” would go away and we can get out of here before the cleaners came.

I guided my penis towards her vagina. It was resisting the pressure to let me in. Joy stared back, and her fingers dug into her asscheeks, spreading them further. She was a tough girl, I would have to make this quick for her. The friction was uncomfortable inside of her, as my penis tip penetrated her. Joy winced, saying, “It’s tight. Are you sure this is right? Oh, oh…”

More. Just a bit more. Her insides were gripping me, and Joy squirmed. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah… It just feels like it’s poking me. It feels... like really weird, Cliff,” Joy said.

“Are you… in any pain? Or pleasure,” I asked. I prodded a bit further in to gauge her reaction.

“Pleasure? I don’t… not really? There’s a bit of tickle, but…” Joy said. “It just feels like you are poking me.”

That’s strange. When I was having sex with Ms. Fleming, she could feel pain from my penetration, but thanks to the Pleasure setting, she could also feel pleasure from the exchange. However, Joy’s pain was dull just like her pleasure. It’s almost as if… the Pleasure Setting manipulated the feeling of numbness in certain areas? With pain comes pleasure? You can’t have pleasure without pain? Or some paradox like that. So many unknown questions about how the Implants work on suppressing emotions or feelings related to “sex” or “fuck.”

I stopped my rumination and focused on the task at hand. I pulled Joy into me, and her hips joined mine as my cock buries deep inside of her. Joy was still arching her back, taking my weight as I pulled out and then thrust back into her. And then again, till I got into a steady slow rhythm inside of her body. Joy turned her head to face me and said, “How much longer?”

“A bit. I… usually a couple of minutes?” I was spent from Ms. Fleming’s pussy.

However, here was the girl I had known for a while. A girl I had respected and maybe even liked. I was using her body for my own whims, and the thought delighted me. Her body was supple. I caressed her delicate buttocks, massaging them with my hands. Joy combed her wet brown hair with her hands while I continued ravaging her over and over. My hips were crashing into her backside, my dick grinding against her insides now wetting with my precum.

I would have to do this with Joy with different settings at a different time. Show her a whole new world to experience as I had experienced. I thought about talking to her, telling her all the dirty things I was thinking.

“Joy,” I panted.

“Yes?” She replied in dull tones, waiting for me to finish using her.

“Your cunt is excellent. I love rubbing my cock inside your pussy. I really enjoy fucking you… you dirty…” What was that word in that song…? “s-slut.”

“I just showered, Cliff,” Joy said while I continuously ground into her. The smacking sounds over her words. “How can I be dirty? Also, what’s a slut?”

“Oh, nothing…” I panted. I wasn’t really good at this dirty talking. I need more practice.

I thought about Joy’s lithe tits again and bent down to cup them. It was then I smelled her orchard scented hair. With my body pressed up to hers and my hands around her breasts, I felt her warmth. She was so close to me, I could feel her breathing, her chest moving, her heart beating, the goose flesh of her warm body touching mines, even the tiny fibers on her body grazing against my thighs and stomach. I leaned my head on her shoulder, and my nose dug into her cheeks, she giggled, saying, “You’re tickling me, Cliff.”

For some reason, all of that combined helped me get faster to my destination. Her soft laugh, her warmth, and her aura. I’ve known this girl for so long, and yet only now do I truly KNOW her. The thought excited me. She was letting me deep inside her, literally. She was sharing an intimate secret with me. I trembled over her and she watched me intently, concern, and compassion as I probably looked to her like I was having a seizure on top of her. My dick throbbed in her balmy insides, fountaining out pools of viscous gloop into her womb.

When I was done, we stood face to face in that cramped bathroom stall. Joy stared down to my spent penis, satisfied it was returning to her perception of normal. We left there, and Joy looked a bit disgusted at the mess I left in her, scooping it out and washing it by the sink as I did the same with the mess on my penis. The janitor greeted us and asked us why we took so long, and I replied with a shrug.

When we finally got dressed, we headed to the lockers and got our books together. The school was now lifeless, only a handful of students left. I offered to walk Joy home, and she accepted. Joy only lived a couple of blocks from my place, so it wasn’t that big of a hassle. As we walked down the roads to our neighborhood, I did something spontaneous. Her hand looked lonely and cute by itself, so I grabbed it and held it in mine. She held up our clasped hands, examing it clenched together.

“You really are strange,” Joy snickered and shook her head.

And then Joy did something spontaneous on her own too. She rested her head on my shoulders, and we didn’t speak at all while we walked arm-and-arm home, enjoying the setting “sun” in the little fishbowl we swam in.