A little more 'play time' first

The look of Stacy McCardle, helplessly sprawled out on her back is strangely arousing to you. Now that she has been captured and conquered, an odd sense of satisfaction and glee fill you from within. You are somewhat taken aback by the sudden evil streak that has overcome you. Normally, you are the timid one, the one others poke and make fun of, doing nothing in retribution. Yet now, here you stand, towering over the naked, limp, exhausted form of one of your classmates, watching as she slowly recovers her senses. You watch as she tries to move her limbs, slowly coming to the realization of her situation. Her eyes dart open in shock and awe as she scans the surroundings and puts the puzzle pieces together. You can see her swallow the lump in her throat as she locks eyes with you.

"Why?" Her voice is now but a whisper, fully aware that she does not want to alert others to her presence, nor her predicament. She tugs a bit more forcibly on the ropes at her wrists, testing their tensile. You say nothing, but admire the way her taut muscles move and quiver with each attempted movement. "Please?" The plea comes in an even softer whimper. You try to smile reassuringly as you reach out to caress her face, hands gliding down over her neck, onto her chest, gently massaging her breasts, which seem to fit nicely within your palm. "Ooooh, don't ..." Her entreaty is cut short as the words catch in her throat, an audible gasp as you grope and fondle the pert flesh. "Not again ..." Her weakening resolve is noted as her head begins to toss from side to side, her back arching off the table, thrusting her chest to meet your exploring hands. "Stop ..." Her whispered cry is silenced by your mouth placed over hers, your tongue driving deep to playfully parry with hers.

Meanwhile, your best friend had her own ideas, slowly kissing her way up between Stacy's thighs. Wet kisses painted the quivering flesh, hips writhing as the loving tongue drew nearer to the target. Stacy jerked wildly as she felt the tongue bathe her outer labia, her previous release still wet upon the folds. Unable to resist the pleasure, she thrust her hips towards her other attacker, inviting her to explore further.

Is this real? Is this really happening? I can't hide it anymore! I can't deny it one moment longer. I've tried to suppress it, tried to do the right thing for so long, but this is just ... soooo right! Too many nights spent masturbating alone in my room, trying to relieve the urges buried so deep. I've been too embarrassed by my body, my tits that won't seem to grow, and my clit that looks more like a dick when I'm excited. And add to that frustration, I can't control the way that I seem to piss myself every time I reach an orgasm! I could never let anyone know! I had to remain a prude, a tease, a flirt. I could never let anyone get close enough to know the truth! I know how rumors spread! Everyone in school would know! I'd be the laughing stock. Stuck to masturbating alone in my room, cleaning up the mess so my parents wouldn't find out. I needed someone to just **** it out of me! **** me to expose it all, so I don't have to hide it anymore. So many fantasies! So many variations. ****! Bondage! **** orgasms! Girl or guy, it doesn't matter! Just let me out of my shell!

"Mmmmmmmmmooooooooooo!" Stacy's exclamation of release fills your mouth as the volcanic eruptions shake her to the core. Her release sprayed all over your partner's face and head, drenching her in the womanly fluids. Finally free of her emotional binds, Stacy meets your kiss with equal vigor and determination. Your hands continue to maul her excited breasts that seem super-sensitive at this time. Your partner, meanwhile retreats from the sopping core, trailing more kisses along the inner thighs, eliciting whimpers and cries, as well as post tremors to ripple in visible waves.

You look up to see your soaked partner moving towards you. You pull away from your **** and greet your cohort with a loving kiss. She nudges you aside and takes up your position as she attacks Stacy's mouth, sharing her own fluids with her. You move down between her legs and take up your partner's previous spot, eyeing hungrily the splayed petals, glistening brightly as if they's just been watered during a rain storm. What captures your attention though, is the enormous clit, sticking out from beneath its sheath, swollen, red, and begging for attention. Without any pretense or foreplay, you zero in on the target and clamp your lips tightly around its base!

"Mmmmmmmmmmmoooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrre!" The cry sounds more like the sounds from the other animals nearby.

You lash your tongue over the sensitive flesh and suck earnestly as she thrashes helplessly beneath you, wantonly driving your chin into her sex. Her entire body grows taut as she nears the breaking point. You continue to suck the miniature cock until she erupts in a similar fashion, coating you as she had your lover.

Totally spent and exhausted, Stacy collapses back onto the table drifting into a world of blackness.

Please ... Don't ... Stop ... Please don't ... Stop ... Please don't stop! ... Don't ever stop! Take me! Take me over and over! Do to me what you want! Make me cum! Make me feel like this all the time! I can't hide it anymore! It's out! They know my secret. Soon, everyone will know my secret! I don't care anymore! I love this feeling! I want to feel this all the time! Make me cum! Make me squirt! Suck my huge clit! Oh God I want so much more!