Some TV

The episode begins with a group of stacked women walking in a tight knit group through a bustling hallway. They wear several variations of some school uniform, a too-tight white button up, a little necktie, and a pleated skirt. Huh, kinda like my uniform, spare the buttons and tie.

"Like, I can't believe Ms. Grace gave us another assignment." One girl with tanned skin and long pigtails flips her blonde locks out of her face, her tits trying to escape from her shirt with the top three buttons undone.

"Yeah I know. Like, who stuck a dick up her ass?" A dramatically shorter girl giggles as she stumbles trying to keep up.

As the group passes through a set of double doors, the camera pans around them to reveal they entered a large library bustling with other people going about their business.

"Lay off her Becca, you know she doesn't have anyone to unload into. She's probably really pent up..." The wispy voice of nerdy looking girl with a little pudge to her body cuts into the conversation.

"Well that's because she's too busy assigning us extra homework. What, are you volunteering for class cumdump?" The one called Becca sneers as she leans into the face of the nerdy girl.

"N-no...! Um, how about I just help you with your assignment?" She shyly retorts, adjusting her little glasses up her cute freckled nose. Damn, these girls are HOT. Not super interesting yet though, it's just some college drama. I wonder why mom watched it?

"We can all help each other, Kaylah." The towering girl with the straight brown hair that stands in the center of the group finally speaks up, her voice confident and charismatic. Declaring the matter settled, the tall girl gestures to an empty table across the library, her sharp features giving an elegant but rakish grin. "Now let's go sit and figure out what to do about this assignment."

As the imposing ladies move to the table, the camera zooms out, bringing a petite girl sorting books at a desk into focus. The girl is absolutely adorable. Her shoulder length blonde hair seems slightly unkempt as if she forgot to brush it. Her chest is basically flat, but it doesn't matter much given her narrow waist that curves out into feminine hips. She goes to pick up her newly made stack of books, clearly too large for her tiny frame as the top book almost slides off the little tower in her arms. She walks through the room, dodging around tables and passing women who all tower over the girl by a good foot.

The camera cuts back to the table of girls as they've clearly already forgotten about their work. Their papers are spread across the table, yet they all lounge in relative boredom and gossip to one another. The one named Becca speaks while chewing on some snack bar, crumbs gathering in her exposed cleavage.

"-and that's when I came. It was amaaazing..." She says as her eyes roll upwards in an exaggerated face of pleasure.

"How about you Kaylah? How many holes have you broken in this week?" The bimbo turns her attention to the nerdy girl, the only one actually writing on the papers in front of her. Looking up, she rolls her eyes and props her head up on an elbow as she suddenly looks rather tired.

"Ugh, no... My advanced micro-bio class has taken up all my free time. My balls are full to bursting. I bet I could fill the next cum dump that passes by if only I had the time." The sudden vulgarity causes me to flush. Oh, so some of them are futas, huh? I guess that makes sense... My mild surprise is emulated in the show as the petite girl with the books walks by the table of horny futas, overhearing their lewd conversation. Her short skirt flutters as she trips on her own feet, dropping her stack of books all over the floor. Watching from the short distance, the table of futa's notice and give short bursts of laughter. All but the tall woman.

The camera cuts to her face as she smiles another hawkish grin, looking to her friends as she say "Hold on ladies, I'm gonna go and smell this one out."

As she stands towering over her seated companions, they look to her and stifle further laughter while she strides confidently over to the library girl. With a suave voice, the tall woman - futa? - leans down and begins picking up the books, saying "Need a hand there, sweetheart?"

"Oh! Um, sure, thank you." The mousy voice of the little library girl responds, looking up with a blush as she gracefully squats down to grab the books, trying her best to not expose beneath her skirt. As they stand, the woman stands a good 2 feet taller than the library girl, requiring the camera to angle upward from the library girl's side to get both of them in frame.

"I'm Farah, by the way. You work here in the library?" The tall one asks as she crosses her arms.

"Why, yes. How did you know?" The cute one asks, turning to place the books on a nearby shelf. Boy, this is cheesy. Obviously she works here...

"Well, you are putting books away, for a start." The tall one called Farah mimics my thoughts as she cocks a hip out to one side.

"Oh, duh, ha ha. Um, I'm Chrissy. Is there something I can help you with?" The small girl turns back to Farah. With her hands no longer busy, she seems to nervously twiddle her thumbs together. Adorable. I think with a mixture of honesty and sarcasm.

"Actually yeah, I'm looking for a specific paper by a Doctor Hinterlock on gender based law." The tall and handsome woman stares the small girl named Chrissy right in the eyes, lids half closed with amusement.

"I think I've heard of her. The older papers are stored up there on the higher shelves, let me go get a ladder." Chrissy seems to get contemplative, revealing her eager bookishness.

"I'll be waiting." Farah says, her voice shifting deeper and causing my chest to flutter for a moment.

Chrissy walks off for a moment. The camera zooms in on Farah's face as she looks over to her table of friends and gives a wink. They respond from a distance with thumbs up and stifled laughter. Chrissy returns with a tall rolling ladder that lets one access the bookshelves that stand over 12 feet up the wall.

"You just stand here and hold the ladder while I go up and look for your paper." Chrissy says in a cheery voice, already forgetting the scene she made by dropping her books moments earlier.

"I wouldn't dare leave." Farah responds, watching as Chrissy climbs the steep ladder with a predator's gaze. The camera zooms to show Farah's perspective: Chrissy's bubbly butt is now completely visible under her skirt, her legs tightly pressed together and pressing her ass out even further, yet blocking line of sight to the pussy I imagine hides up front. A nice view... I muse, lounging on my bed. I can't help but feel my dick try and twitch inside its tiny prison. I try my best to ignore it. Surprisingly I don't find it too difficult as the ambient noise of the episode seems to draw me in somehow, letting me focus entirely on the screen.

The camera cuts back to Farah as she looks up, licking her lips. "Is it this one?" Chrissy asks as she pulls a small book out from the shelf and wags it in the air.

"Oh, not that one. It has a blank red cover." Farah says, slowly reaching to grab the base of the ladder.

"Alright, could you just slide me a little to the right?" Chrissy says as she puts the book back. When Farah moves the ladder, she ever so subtly pulls away from the shelf, causing Chrissy to have to lean forward as she searches the tomes for what Farah asked for. When the camera cuts back under her skirt, it zooms in slow motion, giving me a long hard look at her sheer pink panties and the curve of her ass. That, and a small indentation in the fabric caused by a small pink heart that sparkles from its reflective surface. Is that a plug...!? I ogle the screen, again feeling the ache coming from my balls as my dick fails to rise.

"How about this one?" Chrissy asks with a grunt as she waves another book through the air.

"That's the one." Farah calls up, causing Chrissy to look down at her. Realizing her ass was on full display for half the library, and especially for Farah, Chrissy gives a small yelp and tries to tuck her skirt in front of the camera's view. Quickly she descends the ladder, book clutched in one hand. Farah never moves out from beneath the small girl, nearly pressing into one another as Chrissy reaches the ground. When she turns, she blushes a deep crimson as she looks up to the wolfish woman inches away.

"Thanks for the help." Farah looms over the small girl as she slowly takes the book from her trembling hands.

"Oh, n-no problem..." Chrissy breathes out. "Now unless there's anything else I can help wi-"

"I saw that little present you're wearing under that skirt. Was that for me?" Farah interjects before Chrissy can slink away, her free hand tilting the small girl's chin upwards. The library girl gives out a tiny *eep!* from the contact.

"I bet you've been grinding on that thing all morning, huh? How about I help you out a little bit?" Farah's head sinks down to Chrissy's, their faces practically touching. Chrissy begins to silently pant, her hands balled up in front of her non-existent chest.

"I... ah...." Flush with emotions, Chrissy fails to fumble out a coherent sentence as the gorgeous grinning woman in front of her holds her tightly.

"Stick out your tongue. I'll take the lead." Farah says, eyeing Chrissy up and down like a shark smelling blood. Tentatively, Chrissy actually obeys, her tongue slowly emerging from her open mouth. Unable to help myself, my hand slips beneath my skirt and begins to rub against my cage. Frustrated by the painful lack of sensation, my hand slips further down to my balls, hoping to find some small pleasure there. I slowly massage my junk, feeling the ever-present ache caused by the cage to surge, a drop of pre flowing out from me and onto my smooth sack.

The camera gets close to Farah as she leans down towards the blushing girl, her eyes closed and tongue stuck out. Almost without warning, Farah dives onto Chrissy, her tongue shooting out to meet the submissive librarian's in the open air. The wet noises of their tongues sliding over one another causes my body to shiver with excitement. Saliva begins to leave trails across their lips and drip from their intertwining tongues. After a long few seconds of the erotic display, Farah fully wraps her lips around Chrissy's exposed tongue and sucks, causing the petite girl's eyes to shoot open with surprise. At that, Farah drops the book and pulls Chrissy in tight, pressing her crotch against the nerdy girl's stomach as she completely overwhelms her with sloppy kisses. Both of them begin to lightly moan as the sucking noises continue, both of them now fully exploring each other's mouths with lustful vigor. This is so hot... out in public and everything... I feel myself grow even hornier. This arousal only works against me however, as the discomfort in my cage grows to a peak, a slow and steady flow of pre bubbling up from the tube that runs through my caged cock. Man, I really want to get off... I groan, **** for some release.

The camera gets a good shot of them making out before switching to a close up of Farah's skirt, revealing a large shape throb beneath the fabric. And she's a futa... I mewl to myself as I futilely squeeze and massage my balls, searching for any relief from this horny aching. Just as the camera begins to follow Farah's hand slowly rise up Chrissy's thigh, I hear a *thunk* from my room door. In a panic, I reach for the remote and pause the show, turning my burning face to see one of the dark-clad futa standing in my doorway. Oh jeez, I hope they didn't notice I was touching myself...

"You're coming with me. It's time for treatment." She says brusquely through her black fabric mask. I stand, wiping the pre on my hand across my bedsheets and slide on my shoes. Guess I don't have a choice. The futa holding my door open and ushering me into the hallway, I find myself still thinking about that show. That was a wild tv show. My mom used to watch that? It's borderline pornography! Although, I wouldn't mind tuning back in to finish the episode... My mind distracted by the throbbing ache in my balls, I follow the shadowy futa as I join a small group of other boys standing in the hall, waiting for whatever this "treatment" is.