Need a Hand 2: Electric Boogalewd

You think you're finally starting to get the hang of this place. Aside from all the random sexual favors, it really isn't that different from any other school. And since there's no way in hell you're about to start complaining about being able to get a handy from any chick nearby whenever you feel like it, you don't see anything wrong with that. Or something. Your point is, the guys here are just guys. And decently cool ones.

Like the guy whose locker is next to yours, Flash Sentry. Aside from being a walking stereotype, he ain't bad. He sport's well enough, and you have been meaning to try out for the soccer team. You're hoping he'll put in a good word for you... Especially since Rainbow Dash made sure to let you know that just because your dick tasted alright it didn't mean you were any good at soccer. So you couldn't count on her help. For the record, though, you were pretty sure she was wrong about that: both your dick and your soccer skills were amazing. But whatever. All it really meant was that you had made getting in her ass one of your goals for the year along with making the team.

But yeah, you were talking to Flash about all that and he was nodding along. He was saying he was looking forward to seeing you on the field, so that was good. And your plans for Rainbow Dash's butt got a good laugh out of him.

"Yeah, nobody really does that kind of thing at school cause, you know, messy. But let me tell you, I've heard she's into some freaky shit," he says.

"Oh yeah," you reply, raising an eyebrow. This is interesting.

"Yeah, someone from the girls team was telling me how she sticks all kinds of stuff up there. So you ought to be able to make that work. I don't see any reason why she wouldn't let you in."

"Nice," you say. You like these conversations. You may have lied a little about how accustomed you were to the constant hanky-pankying going on around here, but talking with the bois about who you wanted to bang was normal enough.

And that, of course, meant that your day was about to get weird. Flash suddenly starts to look awkward. You hear someone come up behind you.

You turn around and it's—whatshername—Twilight, the nerdy chick. "Hi Anon," she says, "I was wondering if you could help me with something real quick?"

Well, Popanon always told you never to ignore a lady asking for help. You say "Sure, what do you need?"

"Well, I'm running an experiment, and I was hoping to get some data from you." You notice she's holding a clipboard.

"Uh, what kind of data? Is this going to take long?"

She smiles at that, and looks you up and down. "That...depends. A couple of minutes, probably."

You nod. "Sure, I can do that." You'd say you have no idea what you're agreeing to here, but that's not true. You have a guess.

And your guess is proven correct when she reaches for your belt and undoes it. She pulls your pants to the floor. You saw this coming—what the hell kind of place are you in where you can see this kind of shit coming?—and honestly, you're okay with it.

She kneels down, reaching into her purse with one hand, and grabbing your dick with the other. She fishes out a tape measure, and then starts stroking you. You lean back against the locker, looking at her. She's so cute with her hand on your dick. God, you never want to leave this place.

She frowns a little when she looks up from her purse, though. In the few days you've been here, you've started to get a little desensitized to everything going on around you, so even with her hand on you, you're still not completely hard. Without skipping a beat she pops your head into her mouth. She wets it with her tongue, swirling it around you. That fixes the problem real quick.

"There we go. All ready now," she says. "I'm just going to take a few measurements, and then we'll get on to the real testing." With that, she presses the end of the tape measure against the base of your cock and extends it. Whatever else there is wrong with you, you have always been proud of the number your dick reaches to on that thing. She looks quite pleased by it as well. She marks it down on her clipboard, and then wraps the measure around your dick, and writes down your girth as well.

"You've got a good looking cock, Anon," she says, "now let's see how it performs."

You're still trying to think of a good response when she moves.

She lifts up her skirt. You actually whimper a little when you see she's not wearing any panties. It's just smooth, purple pussy down there. She grabs your hands and puts them on her butt. "Here, lift me up a little."

You lift her and she guides herself onto your dick. She "mmm"s as you go in, but that's nothing compared to what you're getting. Her body is warm as it presses against yours; you feel her weight against you and in your hands, and it is a good weight. And then there's your dick. Her pussy feels incredible as you sink into her. It is far better than your hand, or anyone else's. She is wet and warm, but it's not like being in a mouth; there is no fear of teeth, no bony palate, only soft flesh and firm pliability of muscles.

Once she has mounted, she says, "I think you know how to take it from here."

You nod dumbly, and start bouncing her on your dick. She wraps her legs around yours as you pick up the pace.

Once your fucking has settled into a good rhythm, she turns her head and starts talking to Flash, who is still standing next to you. "Hey, how's it, going?" Her speech is interrupted by your thrusts, and she talks haltingly.

"Oh, not bad," Flash says, scratching the back of his head. "So, uh, what kind of experiment is this?" he bends down to look at her ass. You try to spread her cheeks a little to give him, and the rest of the hallway, a better view.

"I just, had an idea, for a study, on sexual, perfor-ah-mance. So I'm, having sex, with everyone, I can."

You open your mouth to talk, but Flash beats you to it, "You're fucking everyone in the school?"

"Everyone, with a penis," she says grinning, "in alphabetical order."

Even as sex crazy as this place is, Flash looks like he has to think about that for a minute.

She turns to you, "And you, Anon A. Anonymous, are number one. Mmhnn. Careful there," she adjusts herself on top of you, "you were getting a bit too close to my cervix."

But you're not really listening to her anymore. You're just thinking how every guy in the school is going to be sticking it in the same hole you're fucking right now. Although, now that you think about, there's pretty much no chance, like, anyone, here is a virgin. You have no idea how many guys she's already been with. And that doesn't really seem to bother anyone. People fuck all over the place without any concern about STDs or pregnancies. How the fuck does that work?

What happens next is...interesting. All that thinking is doing a number on your boner. But, it is also right about then that you realize you're not wearing a condom. And that sends your dick right into maximum overdrive. Before you can really process it, you are not only suddenly the hardest you've ever been, but her pussy feels better than ever. There is no stopping this.

You grip her tighter; your hips buck faster. Pressure ramps up in you and then pops. You don't just cum, you fucking explode in her. You have to suppress the urge to yell as you bury your pumping dick as deep as you can in her cunt.

And she notices. Her eyes go wide and her breath catches. She moans, putting a hand on your chest.

She doesn't stop to enjoy the moment, though. As soon as your erection starts shrinking, she signals you to let her down. She quickly puts a hand over her snatch, to keep anything from leaking out as she grabs a beaker from her purse. It replaces her hand, which moves to her clit as she squats in front of you two.

She screws her eyes shut as she furiously diddles herself. She grunts, "Good job. You got me most of the way there."

You thought you knew what a powerfap was, but you've got nothing on Twilight here. Her fingers are a blur as they rub her clit. It seems like it's only seconds later that she lets out a primal yell, "AAhhhh," and cums. Her legs tremble as she squirts hard, adding her own cum to the beaker of yours. Most of it anyway, not all of the spray makes it in, and a few drops land on your shoes. If hadn't cum just a few moments ago you'd be so hard. You're pretty sure your dick's thinking about, actually.

And just like that, it's over. She stands up, panting. She composes herself a little. "Whew, thanks. You've been a big help." Then at Flash, "Don't worry, you'll get your turn soon." You both watch as she waddles down the hall, still holding the beaker between her legs.