Need a Hand 2: Electric Boogalewd

If there's one constant at every school you've been to, it's that lockers are a pain in the ass to get open. But eh, you're used to this kind of bullshit by now. Not just the lockers, but all of the vast, vast amounts of bullshit that school brought.

What wasn't bullshit was the way Rarity's ass was sticking up in the air as she bent down to get something from the bottom of her locker on the other side of the hall. No girl with an ass like that would have given you the time of day at any of your old schools. Actually, no guy either. But here you had been getting to know her and her friends over the last couple of days. Getting to know them very well. You felt Anon Jr. stirring in your pants as you thought about it. Now, you were 99% sure that you were in a coma at this point, but at least it was an enjoyable coma dream.

You were getting pretty hard. You looked at your watch: plenty of time to get to class. So, whistling to yourself, you walk on over to Rarity. "Hey, how's it going?"

She looks up from rummaging in her locker. "Hello, darling. I was just looking for some lipstick I dropped. Yourself?"

"Not too bad," you say. You scratch the back of your head awkwardly. Your still not really used to the idea of this, however much you like it. "I was just wondering if you could give me a hand with something real quick. I, uh, can help you find your lipstick if you want."

She raises an eyebrow, the bulge in your pants making it obvious what it is you need a "hand" with. She stands up. "Why of course..." She starts her sentence off enthusiastically, but trails off, suddenly fidgeting. Her legs are squirming a little. "Though I don't suppose you can help me as well. I have a somewhat similar problem.

Yeah, see, when you go up to a girl in the halls and tell her your horny and want her to help you get off, the normal response is a slap, or at best a disgusted glare and mutters of "creep." It is not her telling you she also needs help getting off. But since logic apparently doesn't apply here, you go for the gold. "Well that's great, then. We can help each other at the same time." You mime fucking her.

She smiles at you. "I would love to, darling, but I'm afraid my situation is a little...complicated." At that, she steps back and without missing a beat, lifts her skirt for you. And under her skirt, where her beautiful white thighs meet, she is locked up in a chastity cage. The bright metal is wrapped around her tightly, perfectly molded to her body. There is no way of getting at her pussy.

"That looks...uncomfortable," you say after a moment.

"Not as such," she says, rubbing her thigh, "it's very well fitted. It's just that." She stops and squirms. Finally she grabs your shoulders. "I haven't cum in three days! Please help me."

While your dick is on the verge of tearing through your pants, you're pretty sure that metal is going to be a bigger challenge for it than denim. You're going to have to think about how to do this.

"But I can't get in there any more than you can," you say. "What do you want me to do?"

"I've only done this a couple of times before, but we have no choice," she says with a determined expression as she pulls up her shirt and bra. Her boobs are small, but perky. Her nipples are a bright pink that stands out against the white of the rest of her chest. "I need you to play with my nipples."

"You can cum from that?" you say. You're not sure you believe her. You've watched a lot of porn and you've never seen anything like that.

She giggles. "You don't know much about women, do you Anon? But, ah, like I said, I've only been able to cum that way a couple of times—" her voice turns sultry, almost a purr, "—and oh it is exquisite. But it's never worked when I try to do it to myself, so that's why I need you. Will you help me, please."

Good God, she's pleading with you to do this like you would be inconvenienced by feeling her up. Whatever's in the water, you've got to get some of it.

Now speaking of getting some, you don't say anything in response, but just reach out and cup her boobs in your hands. You take her nipples—they're hard and pointy due to the cool air and her arousal—between your index fingers and thumbs. You pinch them lightly. You're not sure what you need to be doing with them, but it is instinct that makes you push Rarity up against the wall of lockers as you fondle her. "So, uh, what am I supposed to be doing with these?" you ask.

"Pinch them," she says, "just rub them, be rough!"

You squeeze her nipples hard, and then roll them between your fingers.

That gets a pant out of her. "Yes, like that!"

Well, you're having plenty of fun doing this, so you keep it up. Soon you've done just about everything you can think of to do with your hands. You've pinched her nipples, pulled on them, poked them; you've pushed her boobs every which way, squished them against her chest, slapped them. You were almost getting bored—almost.

An idea pops into your head. "Hey, mind if I give them a lick?" you ask. Because why the hell not. You've always wanted to try it.

She's too engaged in biting her lip to talk, so she nods yes.

As you bend down you see one of her hands instinctively clawing at her crotch, to no effect. It's pretty hot. So's her boob against your tongue. And the taste of her skin is amazing.

"Wait," she says, before you can really dive in. "Let me help you out too." She reaches forward and unzips your pants. With no hesitation she reaches in and pulls your dick out. Her hand feels so soft and small around your girth. And warm.

It makes you want to moan, but you take a mouthful of tit instead. Mmmm, this is good. Oh, and, us, Rarity is enjoying it too. That's totally why your doing this, to help her get off and not just because you have a deep need to touch boobs in every way you can think of.

No really, though, this is great. You are going to town on this girl's rack. And she's jerking you off while you do it. You don't even care that you two are just standing in the hallway where everyone can see you. At this point you wouldn't have cared even if this sort of thing wasn't apparently normal.

When you first saw her, you thought she looked like she had handled a lot of dicks in her time. The things she is doing to you now made you even more sure of that. She's doing some kind of swirly thing with her hand as she strokes you and it feels amazing. Fuck, you're just about ready to blow your load all over her.

As good as your getting it, she looks like she's getting an even better deal. You think. It's a little hard to see, since her free hand, the one not on your dick, is pressing your head to her chest. She is gripping your hair tightly and moaning pretty loudly.

God damn, she was really going to come from this. You're not stupid, you know what a clit is, but you had no fucking idea a girl could cum from having just her nipples touched. And yet here you are. You had learned a lot about what cumming looks like over the last few days, and this bitch was close.

Her breathing is getting faster, and from where you are you can feel her heart pounding. Her moans turn into a series of sharp squeaks; her body shakes. She lets go of your penis, her arm dangling by her side as she cums. Suddenly she pushes you off of her. She leans hard against the lockers, and gingerly touches her breasts as if their sore. Which, considering what you've been doing to them, they must be.

Now it's your turn to groan, though more in frustration than pleasure, though you're feeling pretty damn good. Your cock is rock hard and on the verge of exploding. You're pretty sure a light breeze could set you off.

She notices you after she's had a second to recover. "Oh, sorry. Let me finish that for you." She pulls her skirt down to cover her knees and kneels in front of you. She wraps her mouth around your head. You just now notice the bright lipstick she's wearing as her lips close around you. She takes up your shaft with her hands again, as, in the warm wetness of her mouth, you feel her tongue tickling the underside of your dick.

And that does it.

Your hips instinctively thrust forward, but she stays in control of your cock, keeping you with just the tip in, instead of going all the way down her throat. Instead you have to settle for pumping your cum into her mouth. And you weren't kidding about exploding earlier, you can feel it just shooting out of you. "Fuuuuuck," you say.

When the torrent has finally subsided, she carefully takes you out of her mouth. She makes eye contact with you, and there is an audible gulping sound as she swallows your load. She hasn't let go of your cock yet, she leans in again and carefully licks any remaining jizz off. She wipes her chin and stands back up.

She lets out a big sigh. "Thank you ever so much. I-I needed that badly." She pulls her shirt down and readjusts her bra.

"Uh, my pleasure," you say.

Without another word she picks up her bag and walks off. You look at your phone and realize you need to get to class too. You make it halfway there before you realize that your dick is still hanging out. Nobody notices.