The next day (alt futa fun)

-Sorry if me jumping around so much is annoying, it's just the only way I feel I can write anything right now.

The next day started just as dull as any other. As I dressed, positioning my school-mandated bikini in place and spent my time making sure my make up was exactly how I liked it. The extra touch was unnecessary considering how fantastically attractive I naturally am, but with the right amount here and there I can go from “hot bitch” to fucking royalty.

"Jasmine! Hurry up or you're going to be late!" A voice called me.

I rolled my eyes mid-application of the area around my eyes.

"Fuck off. I'll be out in time." Was my own drab response.

Jesse could be such a fucking prick.

"That's what you said half an hour ago…" she grumbled back through the door.

Another half hour and a second check over my uniform later…

My day brightened when I noticed the lack of an annoying brown-haired girl on my trip to school. The ratty nuisance was almost always here to greet me as I walked in my revealing school clothes so that I'd have to listen to her pandering idiocy all the way to our first class. Instead I had only my sister by my side.

"I can't believe we're expected to wear these ridiculous costumes every day." The dark haired girl grumbled as she tried to move the useless strap of cloth supposed to cover her crotch. It made a loud snapping noise as she released it and it tightened back into place beside the base of her huge dick. She grumbled, staring down at her massive slab of girl-meat as it bounded sideways when her thigh just happened to hit it as she walked. Its school-approved black fabric cock-sock glistened in the morning sun, the cover showing off every inch of thick muscle, stopping just before where her strap-thin bikini bottom tried ineffectively to cover her privates, leaving just enough of her dick-skin visible between her crotch and where the cock-sock began.

“What? you’re not fucking ashamed of your body or some shit are you?” I said with a self-satisfied grin that I knew would get on her nerves. I put a strut into my step so that my own huge dick could swing heavily back and forth against my thighs in it’s own similarly colored cock-sock as I puffed my soft chest out, playing into how fucking fantastically sexy I am.

I smiled as I could hear her behind me fumbling for a response.

“No… I just wish we could pick and choose a little bit more than what kinda latex we put on our cocks, y’know?”

“Phhbt, and I think that you're just jealous of how fucking good I look in this.” I replied, thoroughly enjoying the sound of annoyance my response produced.

Actually arriving at school was always a hassle. With all the wannabe’s that follow me around I always get caught up in greeting a dozen or so girls every time I get to school in the morning.

“Jazzzy!” the girl squealed as she rushed up to me with arms outstretched.

“Oh, Heyyy.” I replied with my fake grin plastered on, not really sure what this girl’s name was. I could at least remember that she’d been with my group at some point in the past, or her face seemed kind of familiar. Whatever.

She giggled annoyingly as we both hefted our immense cocks, each in their shiny sleeves so that they could be between our tits as we hugged around them. She hungrily sucked along the edge of my cock which rose just over our heads right next to hers, quickly causing a shiver to rush up my spine as I could feel my hefty sack working to spew a small puddle of gooey pre into my cock-sock. I reciprocated the gesture, less enthusiastic than the cute-sy girl was being but still running my lips and tongue over her hot mast long enough for me to feel her shaft working to release the fecund fluid.

We separated from the trivial greeting for me to see her staring at me excitedly. I could see a bit of a blush on her skin from the short dick-fondling even as I could feel my own heart rate bumping and redness in my own face.

“... hear? They finally approved the milking stalls!”

Oh… I guess I’d missed what she was talking about. Fucking woops.

“Milking stalls?” I asked, not really interested but annoyingly held here as this girl went in for another “hug” with my sis. My dick, aroused because of the hug, hung out from my wide hips at a slightly bent degree, fighting between the muscles turning it to steel and pulled down by the gravity of so much mass.

“Yeah, you know how the students have all been wanting to have a place to easily get off for mmf… years but the school has been super wishy-washy about the whole thing?” she said between sucking noises on my sister's dick.

That sounded... sort of familiar?

“Well I heard that Everet talked to the principle about it and he was super convincing because she agreed and over spring break they’re planning to have somebody come in and set up a few masturbation stalls!” The bubbly girl continued as a splatter of fluid could be seen bulging at the tip of Jesse’s cock while the mast pulsed all up its length in short spurts.

I didn’t like hearing that the twerp had done something good for once but even knowing who would be responsible I had to begrudgingly agree that it would be nice to get my rocks off whenever I needed to.

Not that I was going to let her know that.

“About time that he did something useful.” I said with a confident grin. “What did he have to do? Beg her to stuff his ass the rest of the semester?” I chuckled out loud, enjoying the image that came to mind… in multiple ways.

“Oh, no!” she said as the two separated, each sporting throbbing hard masts. “It’s all of the talk when I came in today! Apparently it was all a part of a bet. If he didn’t give her the best sex of her life then she could do whatever she wanted with him but if he succeeded then she had to put in the stalls! And he won!”

By the look of excitement in her gaze some one would think she was talking about some super hero that had just saved her from the great villain. I turned, making a sound of disgust in my throat as I went.

What a fucking loser.

Leaving this latest nuisance I led myself and my sis down towards our first class, stopping far too many times to share in another “hug” and to hear more of the gossip hanging around the school. Stories of how the principles office was unusable right now because of Everet's amazing sexual skills or about how the principle seemed to be smitten with him now and was even giving him private tutoring. The stories just kept getting wilder and wilder. Fucking disgusting.

Each time I'd get caught up in a hug, kissing the other’s cock until we’d made the other girl’s dick produce a bit of the viscous clear fluid, yet it always seemed like the other girl was trying too hard to make my own dick shoot out more of the stench-ridden stuff.

By the end of the long series of interactions my cock was riding low, the tip of my fluid-bulging tip nearly touching the ground as I wound my way between other scantily clad and cock-heavy girls. At this rate I'd need to have my cock-sock traded out for my spare before the period was out, which wasn't all that uncommon for me but was still a fucking nuisance.

So many girls told me of how great Everet "handled" the principle that I began to shut them up by sucking their dicks harder or using my hands so they’d be too focused on the pleasure and not on the idiot they all seemed so entranced by.

So what if he fucking fucked the principle’s brains to mush? She’s a wannabe whore and he’s a fucking nobody loser. If anything that just made it sound like they were made for each other!

By the end I was dragging my Sister towards our first period, both of us riding hot and heavy, while I fumed over whatever idiocy had taken hold of all my classmates and their sudden fascination with the only guy going to the school.

Artist: sourcemaker