Need a Hand 2: Electric Boogalewd

You fucking love this place. Emphasis on the "fucking," because you have been doing a lot of that since you got here. It's pretty cool, you have to say.

What's less cool, is that it's still a school, and while people here can accept students and teachers all fucking like rabbits, they don't seem to able to wrap their heads around the idea that people might want to do something other than sit in tiny desks learning about things your never going to use again for hours on end. "Do it for the pussy," you tell yourself, "Do it for the ass." It's still hard though.

So now you're in history. The teacher is telling all about the time Whatshisface shot Who Cares in the year does it matter? Worse, the teacher's a dude, so you can't even ogle. It sucks. Well, nothing to do but look around. You don't actually know who else is in this class, you realize.

And you are a lucky man. Sitting in the desk next to you is Fluttershy. She sure lives up to her name, you didn't even notice her sit down.

You sure notice her now. Specifically, you notice her chest. How could you not with how much of it there is? You feel a stir in your pants.

And this is why you love this place. This isn't a new situation for you, being stuck in a boring class, girl with amazing tits next to, a boner so hard De Beers wants a monopoly on it. The difference is this time you can actually do something about it.

You lean over and—hold on, how are going to do this? You could tap her on the shoulder, or... You gently poke the side of her left breast instead. "Pssst," you say, like you're going to ask to borrow a pencil.

She turns to look at you.

You point down at your crotch. "I got a boner here. Can you help me out?"

She blushes, apparently the only person around here who is actually embarrassed at all by sex, just your luck. For a moment things feel almost normal. Except she doesn't scream and/or slap you like a normal person would.

No, this bitch fucking apologizes. "I'm sorry, I'm on my period," she mumbles.

Fuck! Wait, no fuck!—that's the problem here. This school may be slutty enough to make a brothel look like a convent, but that doesn't mean people go around making messes everywhere. You can't fuck her pussy while she's bleeding, even if you didn't mind (and you very much do). You can't go in the backdoor for the same reason. "Oh," you say. At least she has a nice body to ogle while you think.

"I can blow you if you want," she says quietly.

But you're looking at her, at the way her shirt is straining to contain her bust, at the hints of her nipples showing through the fabric. "I have a better idea," you say. "What about a titjob?"

"Oh okay," she says.

She begins to take her shirt off as you get up from your desk.

Suddenly, "Where are you going, Mr. Anonymous?" the teacher glowers at you.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm just getting some relief," you say, gesturing at Fluttershy.

He grunts in response and returns to teaching.

You, meanwhile, circle around Fluttershy's desk to get a look at what you're going to be putting your dick in. And you like what you see. There's no hiding that she's got tig ol' bitties, but they're even bigger unconstrained by a shirt and bra.

You sit on her desk, squeezing in front of her. You cup each boob in a hand and heft them. Their shape is firm despite their size, but the flesh yields softly at your touch. She has huge nipples protruding from wide areolas, and gasps slightly as you gently pinch them. But as you molest her, she never takes her eyes off your crotch.

Well, you don't have anything to hide. You unzip and your cock springs eagerly through your fly. You step forward, squatting slightly to keep your dick at the same level as her chest. You rub your head against her boobs a little—gotta get warmed up, ya know. You even try poking your dick right into her nipples. That just makes her look uncomfortable, and isn't as hot as you were hoping. Time for the main event.

You lay your erection in her cleavage. You part her breasts—your thumbs are resting on her nipples—and let it fall between them to her chest. Then you squeeze everything back together. Your dick is surrounded in soft, hot skin. You likey. You thrust up slowly, until you see the head of your dick protruding. Then you let your hips drop down. Oh fuuuck, this feels good. Even compared to some of the pussies you've been in.

You start fucking her for real then. Even with you gripping them her tits jiggle with every stroke. More than that, her whole bust heaves upwards every time you thrust.

The teacher is walking around the room. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him stop at somebody else's desk. He continues talking—you're not listening to what it's about—as the girl sitting at that desk starts blowing him. Thank God his back is to you.

You turn back to Fluttershy. She doesn't meet your eyes. She's just looking down, watching the top of her cleavage where the tip of your penis is appearing and disappearing.

You realize what she's thinking about. "Hey Fluttershy, where do you want me to finish?" you ask. You were getting along well, but the answer seems a lot more urgent the second you ask that question. You can already see your spunk splattered all over her chest.

She blushes and mumbles something as an answer. You can't make out what it is, and tell her so.

You still can't hear what she says when she repeats whatever it was, so you take that as license to keep on just where you are.

And you aren't there much longer. You feel the pressure of an orgasm in your dick; your balls are tightening. You pick up the pace as you sprint over the edge. You get a good five thrusts in between when you start cumming and when the first pulse of semen shoots out of your dick. It splatters against her chin. The next rope doesn't get as high and leaves a line running down her neck. A few drops fly of to the side and land on her collarbone. And your fucking glowing as you pump it all out and onto her.

People here don't generally let you finish inside them, but letting loose on a girl's face or tits has got to be the next best thing. You're definitely not regretting this.

Once your dick starts softening, you wipe it off on a dry patch of boob and zip up.

"Thanks Flutters, that was great," you say, patting her shoulder as you head back to your desk.

You sit down and decide to make a token effort to listen—you're in a good mood, after all. Meanwhile Fluttershy is scooping your load off her chest with her fingers and eating it. She's such a nice girl.

Despite your efforts, it's hard to hear the lecture over that other girl's gagging. Oh well, it's probably not important.