Let him fuck you

You decide to take pity on the poor nerd. Clearly he doesn't quite get how the world works these days. The girls had their lives on the line to get over sexual awkwardness, but the boys had to figure out how to take what they wanted on their own.

You spit out his cock and spin around on your knees, bending over and presenting your firm ass up towards him, already completely uncovered from the short skirt. Your pussy is practically in full view, the thin thong string disappearing between the lips and reemerging to barely cover your asshole. Bazzle gulps heavily as he takes in the sudden gorgeous sight before him.

"Can I... Your thong... like... I need to...um.. It's..."

"For fuck's sake Bazzle, just take off my fucking underwear already!" You shout at him, finally growing weary of his awkward demeanor. Apologizing quickly, He rushes to pull your thong down to over your knees and begins lining himself up with your pussy.

After several unsuccessful attempts to penetrate, he finally manages to get himself inside for a single thrust before he falls back out again. It's gonna be a long one you think to yourself.

"It's... uh... a little dry back here..."

With this sexy situation? You don't say. You reach a hand down and begin manipulating your clit while picturing yourself anywhere other than masturbating in the hallway in front of the school nerd.

As you slowly start providing the much needed moisture, Bazzle begins managing to fumble into you for multiple strokes before popping back out again. By the time he's gotten it more or less figured out, you're lost in your own fantasy world of a normal loving relationship.

"HOOOO-LY SHIT! Is that faggot Bazzle fucking some poor slut in the pussy?" You hear shouted from behind you. Without warning Bazzle pulls out and begins roughly trying to shove himself into your asshole with about as much proficiency as he had managed in the front. You cry out at the sudden pain as he tries to jam himself inside you before the approaching jocks can notice his hole selection. Too late.

"I knew it! Oh my god Baz, how lame can you be?" Mike, the captain of the basketball team says haughtily as he approaches. "So who's the slut?"

You open your eyes from the wince of pain to see Mike's sizable cock growing to full length just inches away from your face. He's nearly twice as long as Bazzle, not to mention the width. Bazzle looks down and tries to act unaffected while beginning to get comfortable fucking you in the ass.

"Sarah! No shit! Ha ha! You could do way better than this microdick prick! I'm feeling generous. Here, let me show Baz how it's done."

Mike begins cramming his cock at your lips while you attempt to glare up at him. He doesn't notice your anger, busying himself manhandling your breasts.

"Come on, slut! Open up!"