Author's Note
And now some disclaimers:
This story takes place in the Preliminary Tour universe and as such it operates on "porn logic." That is, a world where sex can happen between any legally of age characters for the flimsiest of reasons. It is not meant to depict either reality as we know it, nor of the canonical version of the "Equestria Girls" setting.
The author would not endorse or condone the types of activities that occur in this story if they happened in the real world. This story is flat out a work of pornography. It exists to amuse, arouse, and titillate its audience with the outlandish scenarios contained therein. All characters depicted in sexual acts are intended to be at least 18 years old and able to consent to those acts.
Welcome back to the world of Preliminary Tour. Let's see how they do things at Crystal Prep, shall we?
1. Friday Afternoon
FREE USE FLARE
I.
“Take them off,” Cadance ordered.
“What?” Sunny Flare replied, blinking in surprise.
Cadance sighed. They always tried to get out of it. “I am confiscating your panties. Take them off. You know they aren’t allowed under the dress code.”
“I-I’m not wearing panties, Principal Cadance,” Sunny protested, her hands gripping the hem of her skirt. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, which Cadance knew for a fact was something Sunny Flare only did when she was caught doing something she shouldn’t.
“Really?” the principal said, standing up and walking behind the younger girl. “So you’re saying Ms. Blaze DIDN’T see you wearing them just ten minutes ago, when you tripped in her classroom after the dismissal bell for her class rang?”
Sunny Flare swallowed hard. She hadn’t thought anyone had seen under her skirt when she stumbled out of the room. Damn Suri Polomare and her ridiculous handbag left in the aisle!
She didn’t have time to dwell on wondering how Ms. Blaze had seen her, however, as Cadance’s hand slipped under her skirt and gripped her left, definitely panty-clad buttock firmly.
“Mmm-hm,” Cadance hummed, satisfied. “And you expect me to believe these are gym shorts or something like that under here, hm?”
“Yes, Principal Cadance… er… I mean, no. I mean –”
Cadance sighed again, withdrew her hand and walked back in front of Sunny, leaning up against her desk and folding her arms
“Sunny, the dress code is very clear. Students are not allowed to wear underwear of any kind during school hours, with the exception of gym classes and, in the cases of students with ovaries, whenever their menstruation cycles are happening. You ARE aware of this rule, yes?”
“Yes, Principal Cadance,” Sunny said quietly.
“Are you currently on your menstruation cycle, Sunny?”
“No, ma’am.”
Cadance nodded. “Right. Panties off. Now.”
Sunny nodded and reached under her skirt. She pulled her panties, a soft teal pair of briefs, down her legs before stepping out of them. Cadance held out her hand.
“Hand them over, please.”
Sunny placed the garment in the principal’s hand. Cadance held them up and smiled approvingly.
“Well, at least they’re suitably modest,” she said. “The last time this happened, I confiscated a pair that was much more inappropriate. I asked the girl in question if she made it a habit to use dental floss as clothing.”
“Who was that?” Sunny asked. The question was out before she could stop herself.
“I’m not at liberty to say,” Cadance said, stepping back behind the desk. She opened a drawer, realized there wasn’t any room in there, given the number of pairs of underwear already in it, switched to another drawer and dropped Sunny’s panties inside. “You can have these back at the end of the semester.”
“Yes, Principal Cadance. It won’t happen again.”
Cadance looked at her student and a cold grin spread across her features. “Oh, I intend to make sure it doesn’t.”
She reached back into a third drawer and pulled out what looked like a vinyl covered ping pong paddle. Sunny Flare sucked in a breath. Even though she had expected this was coming, and had seen the paddle several times before in her time at Crystal Prep, this was the first time Cadance had been the one to wield it.
Cadance enjoyed her new position as the principal of Crystal Prep Academy. Ever since the incident at the Friendship Games, and Twilight Sparkle’s transfer to Canterlot High, Abacus Cinch had quickly shown that she was more concerned with constantly winning than anything else, which had led to several unjustified discipline sessions involving members of the CPA Friendship Games team, and that, of course, led to several concerned parents lodging formal complaints with the school’s board of directors.
Not necessarily about the discipline sessions. Every parent was well informed on how CPA kept order, and were more than welcome to withdraw their child from enrollment if they felt it was too harsh. But, when investigation revealed that the discipline dispensed was FAR in excess of the supposed infractions, Cinch was quickly relieved of her position and Cadance installed in her place.
And the look of apprehension on Sunny’s face was delighting Cadance to no end. If anything, this was what she was looking forward to the most about her new position. Not that she was cruel or arbitrary about it, as Cinch had been during her declining weeks in charge. But she had often had little twinges of jealousy as she passed by Cinch’s office and heard the paddle being applied to a wayward student. The cries and gasps that emanated from behind the door sent chills down her spine and on more than one occasion she needed to take a few minutes to herself in the faculty restroom afterwards. Such power over others excited her and now, she was the one who held that power.
And she intended to use it. Thoroughly and in much more creative ways than Cinch ever had.
As Cadance brought the paddle back around the desk, Sunny bent over and braced her arms on its surface, positioning herself so her bottom stuck out slightly. Cadance smirked to herself, and gently patted Sunny’s ass over her skirt.
“No. Not that position,” she said.
Sunny looked over her shoulder, confused. “I’m sorry, Principal Cadance? I thought I was getting a spanking?”
“Oh, make no mistake, you certainly are,” Cadance answered. She set the paddle on top of the desk, then put her hands on Sunny’s shoulders and spun the girl around so they were facing each other. She stepped forward, pushing slightly until Sunny was sitting on top of the desk. Cadance stepped back and gestured at her.
“Legs up. Feet flat on the desk.”
Sunny swallowed and slid back on the top of the desk so she had enough room to comply with the principal’s instructions. As she got into position, she realized that there was no way to maintain it without spreading her legs. Her skirt slipped down in the gap between them, protecting her modesty, but Sunny was already suspecting that wouldn’t last for long.
It didn’t. Once she was situated, Cadance grabbed the girl’s knees and spread her legs even wider, her expression reminding Sunny to keep her feet flat. Once that was done, the principal reached out and drew the hem of the skirt up to Sunny’s waist, exposing the girl’s nethers to the cool air conditioning of the office.
Cadance smiled as she saw the purple tuft of hair that covered Sunny’s crotch. “And here I thought all you girls shaved these days.”
Sunny’s face turned bright red and she looked away. “I don’t like the idea of blades being down there.”
Cadance let out a chuckle. “Well, I certainly can’t fault you for that.”
She picked up the paddle then gently took Sunny’s chin in her other hand and turned the girl’s head so she was facing her. “Do you know why Crystal Prep doesn’t allow students to wear underwear, Sunny?”
“No, ma’am,” Sunny answered. She fought the urge to squirm. She felt a rush of heat to her crotch and she tried to keep herself under control. This is punishment, so why am I getting so turned on?!
“I-I just thought it was one of those weird old traditions the school had that no one really remembers the reason for,” she said aloud.
That got another laugh out of Cadance. “Well, you aren’t entirely wrong. You see CPA was founded by a noted educator who had very firm ideas about keeping the students focused on their studies. He noticed that teenagers are usually raging balls of hormones who spend far too much time thinking about getting their hands on each other and not on their lessons. But, he had an unusual approach to solving the problem.
“He thought that if the sexual titillation of the students was elevated to a high enough point, it would stop being a temptation and become commonplace. The novelty, and thus, the thrill would be gone. And for the most part, it worked. And ever since then, no CPA student has worn underwear while attending classes.”
Cadance turned to the side and hitched up the side of her skirt, revealing a full expanse of leg and hip. Sunny’s eyes popped open wide at the display, before looking up at the principal.
“And I agree with the method,” Cadance explained. “I haven’t worn underwear except when I absolutely have to since my days as a student here.”
She slid her skirt back down and turned to face Sunny again, gently tapping the paddle in the palm of her hand. “Which is why it’s such a serious matter when someone thinks she can get away with wearing panties in my school.”
Sunny looked at the paddle, then down at herself, and the pieces finally clicked in her head. “Oh, please, Principal Cadance, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!”
“I know you won’t, Sunny.” Cadance took Sunny’s hands and positioned them so she was holding onto the underside of her knees. “Now, keep your legs open and this will be a quick ten swats. If you let go of your knees or your legs close, we’ll have to start all over. Understand?”
Sunny swallowed hard and nodded her head. “Y-yes, Principal Cadance.”
As Cadance stepped back and looked Sunny over, the girl’s mind was racing with dread… and not-quite-dread.
I can’t believe this. I’m sitting here actually waiting for her to spank my pussy! Cinch never went this far, even when she paddled me for ten minutes after the Games! And I was only chewing gum in class that time!
Oh, god, she’s just staring at me. Why doesn’t she just get it over with? What is she… wait… ohhhhh SHIT! WHY DO I SUDDENLY FEEL SO HOT AND SQUISHY? Calm down, calm down… maybe she hasn’t notic–
“AHHHHHH!” Sunny cried and nearly lost her grip on her knees as the paddle hit her squarely on her slit. The sudden sting of pain shot through her brain, and, fortunately for her, caused her hands to clench involuntarily, digging her fingernails into the soft flesh behind her knees.
“Keep count, please,” Cadance said, pleased with the reaction she had gotten. Sunny forced her eyes open and looked up at Cadance, confused.
“C-count?” she asked.
Cadance nodded. “You’ll need to keep track. If you forget, that will also mean we have to start over. Understand?”
Sunny returned the nod and took a breath. Her slit was still stinging, and she was certain that she was getting wet from the treatment she was getting. But, she wasn’t going to give up now. She’d taken the worst Cinch had to dish out, and she wasn’t going to cave into whatever perverse punishment Cadance had in store for her.
“One, Principal Cadance,” she said, her voice quiet but steady.
She barely finished her statement when Cadance brought the paddle down again. Another sharp sting rocketed through the teenager’s body, but this time Sunny had a split second to notice and made sure her grip on her legs was firm.
“T-two,” she stammered.
“Good girl,” Cadance cooed. She reached out and ran the flat surface of the paddle along the inside of Sunny thighs. Sunny let out a shuddering breath as the feel of the cool vinyl caused little tremors of pleasure to rush up her legs and spine.
She had very little time to savor them as the paddle once again slapped against her slit. Another shocked cry escaped her upper lips, while her lower lips were starting to turn red, and as Sunny soon realized, becoming quite engorged. She also felt a familiar tightness in her nipples as they began to stiffen.
Oh god… did this just trigger a fetish I didn’t know I had? Why is this happening? Why am I getting so horny? Can she tell? Can she – what is she staring at me for? What does she – OH CRAP!
“THREE!” Sunny yelped. Cadance grinned.
“You almost had to start over. Something distracting you, Sunny, dear?”
“N-no, Principal Cadance.”
“Oh good. I would hate to think that THIS –”
Another hard slap to the crotch resulted in another howl of aroused pain and a hurried “Four!” from the teenager.
“-- would be causing you to lose focus,” finished Cadance. “That wouldn’t do at all, now would it?”
Sunny swallowed hard and shook her head. Her breath was coming in sharp short gasps. She felt even more exposed now. The pain was still there, but now there was a sharp pleasure coming after it, and possibly even overtaking it. She felt like her pussy was opening itself, inviting even more contact from the paddle.
Cadance took a quick glance down between her errant student’s legs and noted with delight that the girl’s clit was visible. But it wasn’t quite ready for her attention yet.
For Sunny’s part, her clit had ALL of her attention. She felt the stiff nub almost start throbbing as Cadance brought the paddle down again –
“AHHH! F-f-five!”
– and it felt to Sunny like it was growing larger in that strange way only very small parts of the body can feel when they’re in some form of distress. Her bra (which she should also should not have been wearing, for the record) felt a size too small. Her uniform was hot and itchy and she longed to get out of her clothes.
SMACK! “SIIIIIIIIIIIX!”
Tears started flowing down Sunny’s cheeks as the contradictory feelings overwhelmed her. She fought to maintain her position, not wanting to be forced to start her punishment over.
And then…
Oh NO!
…she felt a bead of moisture slide down the juncture where her leg met her crotch and slip under her butt.
She involuntarily looked down then back up at Cadance, who was looking at her with a smug, satisfied smile.
“I told you,” said the principal. “Raging balls of hormones. Even when you’re being disciplined.”
“I’m s-s-”
SMACK!
“I’M SORRYYYYYY! SE-EH-EH-EVEN!” Sunny wailed. She tightened her grip on her knees, gritting her teeth as her fingernails dug in so far she was sure she was going to draw blood.
Cadance’s expression softened and she gently patted Sunny on the head with her free hand.
“I know you are. We’re almost done. Only three more left. Can you be a brave girl and hang on?”
Sunny sniffled, inhaled sharply through her nose and nodded. Cadance gave her another supportive smile.
“I’ll make them quick,” she said. And she did.
SMACK! “EIGHT!” SMACK! “NIIIIIIINEEEEE!”
Cadance took a step back, unconsciously rotating her arm at the shoulder. She looked at Sunny, who by now was a nearly senseless mass of guilt, remorse, and quite evident arousal. She was struggling to keep her feet flat and Cadance was sure she had no idea her grip on her knees was mostly due to a herculean effort by her fingertips.
Sunny’s cool blue skin was now a bright red between her legs and glistening visibly. Her clit had fully emerged and presented a delightfully tempting target.
A target that Cadance simply could not resist. She held the paddle directly out in front of her with her right hand, vertically, the flat surface parallel to Sunny’s overstimulated slit, mere inches from the trembling teenager’s twat. She took her free hand and gripped the top of the paddle, pulling it back, letting her right wrist relax enough to bend with the pull, but also using enough muscle to provide some resistance. She pulled until she felt the maximum amount of tension, then looked up at Sunny’s flushed face.
“Sunny,” she said.
Her voice cut through the feelings of dread, frustration, and unbearable arousal Sunny had been preoccupied with. And no sooner did she look up at Cadance, the principal released her left hand, and the paddle crashed down squarely on Sunny’s clit.
The impact caused an immediate chain reaction as all the feelings that had been battling within the teen girl were suddenly released in an explosion of euphoria, endorphins, pain, and electric thrills that ran throughout her body. Sunny’s mind went blank and she finally lost her grip on her knees and crashed onto her back on the surface of the desk as her legs vibrated, her toes curled inside her shoes, and her fists clenched. Sexual fluid flowed from her pussy, creating a small puddle on the edge of the desk.
And somehow, through the sheer pleasure that overwhelmed her, Sunny remembered.
“TEH-EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHHH-ENNN! F-f-f-ff-fff–ffffuuuuhhhhh-ckkkkkk…”
Sunny’s voice trailed off as she began to come down from the high. She placed the paddle on the desk next to the exhausted girl, then went into a nearby closet where a mini fridge sat. She took out a bottle of water and placed it on the corner of the desk, before tugging the hem of Sunny’s skirt back down.
She helped the dazed girl off the desk and sat her back down in the chair. Sunny let out a slight moan and winced as her red and sensitive pussy made accidental contact with the seat. Cadance opened the bottle of water and handed it to her. Sunny quickly began guzzling it down.
“Take a moment to compose yourself, Sunny, dear,” said Cadance, walking back around behind her desk. “I’m going to clean things up a little, then we can discuss the rest of your punishment.”
Sunny almost did a spit take, but managed to swallow the mouthful of water before doing so.
“Wait, what?” she said. She leaned forward sharply…
… then sat back just as sharply when her swollen labia brushed the seat of the chair again. She let out something between a shriek and a wail as the pleasure and pain zinged back through her.
Cadance pulled a canister of antiseptic wipes from another drawer, and quickly wiped down the paddle and the desktop, before putting everything away and sitting in her own chair.
“Now, as for the rest of your punishment…”
“But, I thought that was it!” Sunny protested. “I’m not wearing panties anymore and you… um… paddled me–”
“Yes, but the paddling was for lying to me about wearing panties in the first place. As far as I’m concerned, liars get paddled, you see.”
Sunny stared at Cadance. Her brain felt fuzzy. The mix of the punishment, the situation, the principal’s twisted logic, and, yes, the mind blowing orgasm were overwhelming her.
“I… I’m confused,” she admitted. “What else have I done?”
Cadance gave her a sympathetic smile. “Well, let me clarify things for you. You have committed two offenses. One, you wore panties in violation of the school dress code. Then, two, you lied about wearing those same panties when I told you to take them off. Because you lied, you were paddled on your genitals as a sharp reminder that we take honesty very seriously at Crystal Prep.
“Which brings me to the punishment I’ve determined is the best course of action in the event a student is caught wearing underwear during school hours.”
Cadance rested her elbows on the desk and interlaced her fingers. “Today is Friday. Starting Monday morning, you will be attending school naked.”
The statement cut through the fog in Sunny’s brain immediately. She stared, wide eyed in disbelief. “What?!”
“Clearly, you can’t be trusted to obey a basic part of the dress code, so steps will be taken to ensure you won’t just commit the same offense again.”
“B-but for how long?” Sunny asked. “Not the rest of the year?”
Cadance blinked and let out a laugh. “Oh, no, no! Things aren’t THAT severe. It’s just a simple dress code violation. I don’t see any reason you’d have to stay naked for more than a week.”
“A WEEK?!” Sunny goggled.
“And you won’t be completely naked,” elaborated the principal, seemingly oblivious to her student’s look of disbelief. “You’ll still be allowed socks and shoes. But otherwise, yes, during school hours next week, you will not wear any other clothing.”
“But an entire week?! That’s not fair!”
The phrase was out of her mouth before she could stop it. That particular argument never worked. Very little at Crystal Prep was fair during Cinch’s reign, and it seemed that wasn’t likely to change under Cadance either.
“Welllll,” Cadance said, leaning back in her chair. “I could be persuaded to reduce the length of time to, say, ONE day…”
“Yes! I’ll take it!” Sunny cried, practically leaping out of her chair.
Cadance fixed her with a look. “Don’t be too hasty. You haven’t heard the rest of my proposal.”
Sunny slid back in her seat. It wasn’t as painful now. In a weird way, it felt oddly pleasant to have her lower lips rubbing against the imitation leather of the chair.
“I’m sorry, Principal Cadance.”
“That’s all right.” Cadance leaned forward again. “If you choose the one day option, not only will you be spending it naked, you will also be at ‘total service’ to your fellow students.”
Sunny frowned. There was something about ‘total service’ as a potential punishment in the school’s rules and regulations but no one she knew had ever heard of it being used before. If it ever had.
“What does that mean, exactly?” she asked. “I’ve heard of it, but I don’t think anyone’s ever gone into detail?”
Cadance nodded. “It hasn’t been used all that much. I think the last time was forty or so years ago. ‘Total service’ means that you will be available to all the students in the senior class in any way they like. And I mean ANY way.”
Sunny looked at the principal in confusion again, before the implications suddenly set in and her face flushed bright red. “You m-mean… anyone in the school can –”
“No,” Cadance cut her off. “Not anyone in the school. The faculty, staff, and the younger classes will not do anything with you. Only your fellow seniors will… have access, shall we say.”
“B-but, I would have to do…?”
“Anything they ask you to do that does not cause any injury, not even the slightest bruise. Nor will anything happen while a class is in session. You MAY be asked to aid in classroom demonstrations, but no one will touch you while that happens. Otherwise, yes, you will be at ‘total service’ to your fellow seniors, even in an… intimate way.”
“I HAVE to do this?”
Cadance shook her head. “No. Don’t misunderstand the nature of the punishment. You will be naked in school on Monday either way. But I am offering you a choice as to how long you will be required to be naked. If you choose the one day option, you will be under the rules of ‘total service.’ However, you also have the option of being naked for the entire week. If you choose that option, no one, and I mean absolutely no one will so much as lay a finger on you.”
The principal’s expression darkened and Sunny swallowed at the sound of the grim pronouncement that came next.
“I will make sure of it, and anyone who dares to violate that edict will be made an example of.”
“I… think I see,” Sunny said. “Um… do I have to decide right now?”
Cadance’s expression brightened. “No. Take the weekend to mull it over. Be back here in my office fifteen minutes before classes start on Monday. I will need your answer then. If you haven’t made a decision, then we will default to the week long option. Agreed?”
Sunny considered. The whole situation seemed unreal. Absurd. But one look at the principal’s face was enough to convince Sunny Flare that Cadance was absolutely serious about her going through with it.
She took a deep breath, and nodded. “I’ll have an answer for you on Monday.”
“Excellent.” Cadance turned to the computer sitting on the corner of the desk. She typed for a few moments, then clicked the mouse. The sound of a printer coming to life could be heard and Cadance rotated her chair around and then back again. She was holding a sheet of paper which she quickly folded and placed in an envelope. She handed it to Sunny.
“Give that to your parents. It will explain the situation and the options you’ve been presented. There is, of course, always the option of withdrawing your enrollment here, but I don’t think they’ll want to do something that drastic, especially now that you’re 18 and can make this kind of decision for yourself.”
Sunny took the envelope. “Thank you, Principal Cadance.”
Cadance stood up, prompting Sunny to do the same. “You’re welcome. You’re not a bad girl, Sunny. But rules are rules and there are consequences for breaking them.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Sunny said.
“You may go back to class now.”
Sunny nodded and left the office. As soon as the door closed, Cadance sat back down, picked up her desk phone and used the intercom function.
“Scribbles? I’m going to be pushing through some paperwork. Make sure I’m not disturbed for the next half hour, would you? Thank you, Scribbles.”
She hung up the phone and leaned back in her chair. Her hand idly slipped under her skirt and began teasing her folds. She let out a quiet sigh of satisfaction. Oh yes, Monday was going to be very interesting.
As her knuckles grazed her stiffening clit, she bit her lip in pleasure and her eyes flashed with a telltale pink glow of rogue magic.
Very interesting, indeed.
2. Saturday Afternoon (Part 1)
“So what are you going to do?” Sugarcoat asked Sunny Flare as she straightened the top of her strapless one piece bathing suit. Sunny herself was on the diving board, clad in a red string bikini.
“I don’t know yet.” she answered, before springing off the board and splashing into the pool. She swam underwater for a few moments, before surfacing at the edge of the pool closest to where Sugarcoat lounged on a deck chair. It was late Saturday morning, and the two were lounging at the pool at Sugarcoat’s house. Her parents had left for a shopping trip an hour or so before.
“I mean, I’m gonna be naked either way,” she continued, smoothing her wet hair back so it was out of her face. “It’s just deciding whether I want to stretch it out over a week or…”
“.. or be the senior class’s free use cum dumpster for a day,” Sugarcoat finished in her usual sledgehammer-to-the-face way.
Sunny looked at her friend, as she folded her arms on the pool deck and idly kicked her feet in the water. “What’s that?”
Sugarcoat gave her an “are you serious?” look over her glasses. “A ‘cum dumpster’ means that you –”
“Not THAT!” Sunny snapped, splashing water up at her. It fell short by about two feet. “I know what… that… means.”
“Prude,” Sugarcoat smirked.
“Well, we can’t all be unrepentant horndogs like you, can we?”
This was true. Sugarcoat’s promiscuity was legendary among Crystal Prep’s student body. It was pretty much an open secret that the smart but abrasive girl was down for just about anything with anyone when it came to sex. Sugarcoat claimed to have had relations with over 100 different people during her time at the school, and given how often Sunny had seen her and another student emerge disheveled and adjusting their uniforms from the equipment shed behind the gym, she was inclined to believe her.
“So what is it?” Sunny asked again.
“What? Free use?” Sugarcoat asked. Sunny nodded and she shrugged. “Basically, being free use means that you’re open to doing anything sex-related at any time. Whoever’s got permission from you to make you free use can come up and start fondling, fingering, or just outright fucking you regardless of what you’re doing. If they’ve got a dick, they could just shove it in your mouth and expect you to start sucking. Or jam your face in their crotch and have you go to town.”
“What do you mean, ‘whoever’s got permission?’”
“Well, like a lot of domination and submission play, most people who practice free use have rules established. Sometimes it’s just between a couple. Sometimes it’s just one person in a relationship who’s free use, but the other people in the relationship can use them any time. Sometimes, they’ll be open to a group of people or, yeah, anyone at all. Of course, you have the usual gang of assholes online who want to take it too far. There’s a bunch of incel forums out there who think all women should be free use all the time. You know the usual ‘women are naturally subservient to men and it should always be that way’ jackholes.” Sugarcoat finished her statement with the universal hand signal for jacking off.
“Gross,” said Sunny. “Have you ever done it?”
Sugarcoat took off her glasses and slid into the pool. She dunked her head under the water to wet her hair then came back up. “Nah. Thought about it, but it’s too much work and, despite what some people may think – “ Sugarcoat gave Sunny a look which caused the other girl to laugh. “-- I do have other things on my mind than getting my brains fucked out on a regular basis.”
With that, she flipped onto her back and kicked off the side of the pool with her toes. She floated out into the middle of the pool, just letting the water support her. “What do your folks think about all this?”
Sunny got out of the pool and sat on the edge, letting her feet dangle in the water. “Nothing. And if I have my way, they’re not going to find out about it.”
“Kinda hard to see how they won’t get word their daughter’s going to school with her great tits and fantastic ass out for everyone to see.”
“They’re out of the country for the next three weeks. Dad’s got a business trip to Saddle Arabia and Mom went with him. Trip’s gonna take a month. They left last week.”
“Ah ha,” said Sugarcoat, before going fully underwater. She emerged next to Sunny. “Soooo?”
Sunny shrugged. “That’s the hard decision. I’d rather just do the one day and get it over with because it’s more likely something new will be the subject of the gossip mill by the time they get home and they won’t have to know anything about it. But I dunno if I want to be at the beck and call of every damn dude in the class.”
“Not just dudes,” Sugarcoat corrected. “I’ve seen some of the looks you get in the locker room after gym class. Pretty sure you’re gonna be munching carpet with the best of us as well if you go that route.”
“Do you always have to be so gross? ‘Munching carpet?’ What are you? Some dude writing bad porn based on what he thinks lesbians are like?”
“I’m pan, but point taken,” Sugarcoat replied. “Are you worried about being inexperienced? I thought you lost your virginity at the boat dance last semester?”
Sunny blushed. “Well… yeah, but it wasn’t exactly satisfying.”
“Who did you go with again? Neon Lights?”
“Trenderhoof,” Sunny sighed. “He lasted about three minutes. And he wouldn’t stop apologizing. It killed the mood.”
Sugarcoat nodded. “Yeah. That guy’s a little too quick on the draw. I think he’s got a complex about it.”
Sunny looked at Sugarcoat. “When did you two…?”
“First day of school. I didn’t have a chance to get off before leaving the house so I dragged him into the janitor’s closet to get some relief. Lucky for both of us, I was already warmed up and just needed a quickie to get over the top.”
Sugarcoat got out of the pool, put her glasses back on, then sat next to her friend. “Why were you wearing underwear in class anyway? Even Cinch enforced that one.”
Sunny shrugged. “I wasn’t paying attention. I finished gym, showered and got dressed. Put on my underwear without thinking about it. Didn’t even realize I was wearing it until two periods later. I probably could have gotten away with it if Suri hadn’t left that damn bag of hers in the aisle in Ms. Blaze’s class.”
Sugarcoat nodded in understanding. “So, what’s it gonna be? Gawked at for a week, or sex toy for a day?”
Sunny sighed. “I can’t make up my mind. I don’t want to be naked all week, but the idea that anyone can just come up and do whatever they want to me is kind of intimidating.”
Sugarcoat blinked as an idea came to her. “You know… you could practice.”
Sunny turned to look at her. “What do you mean?”
“My folks will likely be gone all afternoon. The house is empty. If you wanted, I could fuck you and – ”
“What?!” Sunny yelped.
“Oh, calm down,” Sugarcoat said sourly. “And thanks, by the way, for implying that I’m unfuckable.”
“You’re not unfuckable!” Sunny retorted. “I just didn’t think you thought of me that way!”
The over the glasses look returned. “Sunny, I think of EVERYBODY who isn’t directly related to me that way. But in this case, what I meant was you could be free use for me for the next couple of hours. You get an idea of what it’ll be like, maybe a couple of orgasms as a bonus. I get a sneak preview of you naked and quivering and maybe enough spank bank material for the next month or so.”
“‘Spank bank?’ Really?”
“Yeah yeah yeah, men writing women, whatever. Give me a minute and I’ll breast boobily over to the diving board if you want.”
Sunny laughed, despite herself, then thought about it “If I decide I don’t like it, will you stop?”
“Immediately. You’ll be in control of the situation.”
Sunny considered for a moment. It wasn’t a completely ridiculous idea. As Sugarcoat had pointed out, she wasn’t a virgin, and she had always been at least bicurious, so having sex with another girl wasn’t a problem. If she tried it, and discovered she didn’t like it, well, that pretty much answered the question, didn’t it?
“What time is it?” she asked.
Sugarcoat got up and went back to her deck chair, consulting her phone, which was on the small table next to it. “It literally just became noon.”
Sunny got up and went over to her friend. She took a deep breath and let it out. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
Sugarcoat blinked. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. But only for an hour. And if I say stop, we stop and I guess I spend the entire week on display for everyone. Okay?”
Sugarcoat grinned and stepped closer to Sunny. “More than okay. Starting now?”
Sunny took another deep breath and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Good.”
Sugarcoat’s hands darted out and before Sunny knew what was happening, the knots of her bikini had been undone and the small fragments of cloth landed on the pool deck, leaving her naked in the sun. her arms and legs moved instinctively to cover herself, but Sugarcoat lightly slapped them away.
“Uh-uh. You might as well get used to this too,” she pointed out. She skipped behind Sunny and openly groped her chest, causing Sunny to gasp.
“Wha–?” Sunny got out before it turned into a sharp intake of air as Sugarcoat began nibbling on her ear as her breasts were fondled.
“Shhh,” Sugarcoat whispered. “I wasn’t kidding, by the way. Your tits are fucking perfect.”
Sugarcoat’s fingertips slid over Sunny’s stiffening nipples, before tweaking them, causing a twinge of pain and arousal to shoot through her chest.
“Ohhhh, fuuuuck,” Sunny moaned. Sugarcoat grinned, leaned over and kissed Sunny full on the mouth.
Sunny felt the other girl’s tongue press up against her lips and she opened her mouth to give her access. Sugarcoat’s tongue slid inside and began to tease and play with Sunny’s. Meanwhile, Sugarcoat let one of her hands slide down Sunny’s chest and over her stomach, before coming to rest between her legs and cupping her mound.
Sunny broke the kiss as she felt Sugarcoat’s fingers begin to explore her.. “Wha-? Sugarcoat?”
“Just relax. Let me do this,” Sugarcoat said soothingly. “But you should really either shave or wax this weekend. It’ll make cleanup easier if you let everybody fuck you on Monday.”
Sugarcoat repositioned herself so she and Sunny were facing each other, then, with no warning, thrust her first two fingers deep into Sunny’s slit. Sunny shrieked in surprise, and nearly collapsed, but managed to hold onto Sugarcoat’s shoulders for support. Sugarcoat’s grin got even wider as she felt Sunny getting wetter and hotter as her pelvic muscles involuntarily clenched around her fingers.
“Oh yeahhh, that’s my good girl,” Sugarcoat said, kissing Sunny again. “God, I’ve wanted to have you for so long. Just like this. Naked and twitching on my fingers.”
To emphasize the point, she began pumping her fingers in and out of Sunny’s pussy, fingerfucking her slowly at first and then faster and harder. Sunny, for her part, could only try to hang on as the sensations overwhelmed her. She let out incoherent squeaks, gasps and moans as endorphins flooded her brain. Sugarcoat’s fingers were magic, seemingly able to seek out all the most sensitive parts of her pussy to maximize her pleasure.
And she wouldn’t stop upping the ante.
“I hope you do decide to be everybody’s free use cumslut on Monday,” Sugarcoat whispered in her ear. “I want to be able to turn a corner and find you slammed up against a wall as some guy pounds this hot little pussy into oblivion. I want to hear your screams echo down the halls as you cum hard on his dick, interrupting my math class.
“I want the girls field hockey team to go to town on you. Licking you, sucking you, making you eat them out right there on the bleachers. I want to see you spitroasted in the cafeteria. I want you to be ridden hard and left a wet sopping mess on the floor.”
“Oh Gaaaahhhhh…” Sunny moaned incoherently. Her hips began rocking in time with Sugarcoat’s fingers. One hand flew up to the back of Sugarcoat’s head and pulled it forward for another kiss. This wasn’t exactly the way the entire free use thing was supposed to work, but fuck it, let her go with the flow.
When the kiss ended, Sugarcoat used her own free hand to circle Sunny’s waist to keep her upright, while she twisted the wrist of her other hand, so her fingers could graze the ridged aria right behind her clit.
“FUCK!” Sunny cried as intense pleasure washed over her. Her hand tightened its grip on Sugarcoat’s hair, and she bit her lip as she heard the other girl whisper in her ear again.
“Most of all,” Sugarcoat continued. “I want to get you up on a desk in front of one of the classrooms, and then, me, Indigo, Sour Sweet, and Lemon are gonna use every single one of your little fuckholes while the whole class watches.”
“Oh!” Sunny gasped again. “Nooooo, p-please…”
“Oh yes,” Sugarcoat said, briefly tonguing her ear before continuing. “I’m gonna bring all my special toys to school and all four of us are going to gangbang you in front of everybody. You’re gonna eat out Sour’s tart little pussy while Indigo sucks on these perky little nipples of yours.”
Sugarcoat punctuated the statement with a quick pinch of Sunny’s nipples.
“And while that’s happening,I’m gonna give Lemon one of my best dildos and she is gonna fuck this needy little pussy HARD… AND… FAST!”
“AHHHHHH!” Sunny’s knees locked up as Sugarcoat began relentlessly pounding her pussy with a series of sharp thrusts of her fingers. As she did so, the bespectacled girl once again slid behind Sunny, keeping her fingers moving and her arm holding her in place.
Sugarcoat once again rested her head on Sunny’s shoulder, enjoying the expression of tormented delight on her face. She felt Sunny begin to quiver around her fingers. Fingers which, by this point, she barely had to move. Sunny’s need was so great she was unconsciously fucking herself with them by this point.
Time to bring things to a head then.
“And at the same time all that is going on, I’m going to get behind you. I’m going to be wearing one of my biggest, thickest strap-ons. And you know what I’m gonna do to you, Sunny Flare?”
“Uhhhhhhgggghhh,” Sunny replied, her senses overwhelmed. She knew Sugarcoat’s reputation but everything the other girl was doing to her was causing her every nerve ending to dance uncontrollably. Goosebumps were raised on her arms, her breasts felt swollen and needy, the tightness of her nipples almost painful. Most of all, she felt the increasing pressure building in her abdomen and the rising wave of tingles in her legs that signaled the cresting wave about to crash over her.
Sugarcoat took half a step back, without letting go of Sunny or moving her head from her shoulder. She cocked her hips then slammed herself into Sunny’s quivering buttocks.
“I am going to POUND -”
She drew her hips back and slammed them into Sunny again.
“-- YOUR –”
And again.
“--ASS!”
Sugarcoat redoubled the movement of her fingers in and out of Sunny’s sodden pussy. She let the fingers of her other hand slide down and begin to torment Sunny’s clit. All the while repeatedly banging her hips into Sunny’s ass, giving her a taste of what she had planned.
“I’m going to RUIN that asshole of yours, Sunny,” Sugarcoat promised, her own breath becoming ragged as desire started to overwhelm her too. “I’m going to shove it deep inside you and stretch you out so much. By the time I’m done, you’ll be able to shove ANYTHING up there.”
“Ohhh FUCK!” Sunny cried, almost completely insensate.
“Oh yeah,” Sugarcoat panted. “And everybody will know it. Everybody will want to be in your ass… and your mouth… and your pussy. You’re gonna be soooo busy, you won’t have time to worry about school. And after school, when you’re all worn out and so cum drunk you won’t even care what happens to you, I’m gonna bring you back here and use you all over again until you FUCKING… PASS… OUT!”
Sunny’s muscles clenched even tighter around Sugarcoat’s fingers and her tormentor grinned.
“You like that, don’t you, you little slut? You like the idea of being used by me and everybody else don’t you? You gonna cum? Huh? You gonna cum right here on my fingers like the perverted little whore you are?”
“I–I’m not… not a- a-” Sunny protested before her words turned into another moan. She was tap dancing on the edge. She could feel it. It was right theeeeerrrreeee…
“Cum for me!” Sugarcoat ordered, using both hands to try to force Sunny over. “Cum for me right now! You said you’d let me use you. So I want you to cum. Do it! DO IT!”
Sugarcoat placed the tip of her middle finger behind her thumb then flicked it hard against Sunny’s clit. It was like flipping a switch, as everything exploded and Sunny let out a scream of pleasure as her orgasm finally hit. Sugarcoat smiled in satisfaction as she felt a gush of warm fluid splash over the fingers still inside Sunny.
Sunny collapsed against Sugarcoat, who quickly re-positioned her feet so they wouldn’t crash to the concrete of the pool deck. After a little maneuvering, she managed to get her hands free and lay Sunny down on the deck chair. She picked up her towel and began wiping her fingers off as she looked down at Sunny’s twitching form.
Sugarcoat smirked, then began stripping her swimsuit off. It felt soaked and uncomfortable, and not in the usual way.
After a minute or two, the sex fog cleared from Sunny’s brain and she opened her eyes to find a naked Sugarcoat standing over her.
“Feel better?” Sugarcoat asked with a knowing grin.
“Y-yeah,” Sunny said, finally catching her breath. “My god, that was… amazing. I could use some water though.”
Sugarcoat nodded and helped Sunny to her feet. “Come on, we can stop in the kitchen on the way to my room.”
Sunny blinked. “Wait, your room? Why?”
Sugarcoat held up her phone. The clock on her lock screen read 12:12 PM.
“I’ve still got you for 48 minutes,” she explained. “And there’s a LOT more we need to cover.”
Sunny barely had any time to register surprise, before Sugarcoat grabbed her hand and dragged her into the house.
Author's Note
This chapter was intended to involve more stuff, but it ran longer than I planned. Don't worry, we'll see what Sugarcoat has planned for Sunny next time.
