Day Three

It was raining when I woke up the next morning. The rain tapping gently against the windows in my bedroom, wind shaking the trees in the backyard. It was one of those days where I wanted to curl up in bed and read, cozy and warm under the covers. But unfortunately at 17 I still needed to go to school. As quickly as I could I scurried into the bathroom and turned on the shower, closing the bathroom door to keep the steam in. Hopefully it would heat the room up a little and take away my chill.

I showered quickly, knowing Mommy well enough to know she didn’t like to drive in this weather. She would want to leave a few minutes early for the drive to school. I dried off, the soft cotton of the towel rasping against my skin. For a change, I braided my hair, Katnis Everdeen style. I knew my curls would be no match against the rain and dampness all day. Throwing on a cleanly washed and ironed uniform I walked down the stairs.

This morning there was no goodbye blow job at the bottom of the stairs. Instead I found Daddy alone, searching for ‘the good umbrella’ in the coat closet. Today he was wearing a slate grey suit and a dark blue shirt, setting off the color of his eyes. He was so handsome. The suit fit him just right, tight in all the right places. The way it cupped his ass had me tilting my head to get a better eyeful as he rummaged in the closet.

“C’mere pretty girl, Daddy’s in a rush this morning,” he said, hand outstretched towards me.

I skipped to him, leaning against his body when he pulled me close. He leaned down and placed his lips on mine again and kissed me. He wasted no time this morning easing me into it, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, dueling with my own. I whimpered into his mouth when I felt his hand slide under my skirt to cup my ass. After what felt like a few minutes he gave it one last squeeze and pulled back.

“I don’t want to hear about you not tending to your cunny all day again, do you hear me young lady?” he said sternly.

“Yes Daddy!” I replied earnestly, “I’ll be good, I promise!”

He nodded and I watched him jog to his car quickly through the rain. It was really coming down out there.

At school that day I learned about how Christopher Columbus really wasn’t that great of a guy in History and then about how AP Statistics would help me throughout my whole life. So far this year we had heard more about how useful statistics were than actually learning how to use them. By lunch time the storm had gotten worse, the lights flickering occasionally at the school. Word spread that there might even be an early dismissal but I was no stranger to those types of rumors. Unless the buses couldn’t drive on the roads and the lights were off, we’d be leaving at our regular 3:30pm dismissal time.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that gym class was canceled. We clearly couldn’t go outside to the soccer field as planned and the boy’s gym class was using the weight room. With an assembly going on for the 9th graders in the gym, ironically on sex education, we were stuck being ‘supervised’ in the girls’ locker room. By supervised they meant that Mrs. Davis would sit in the office attached to the locker room and watch The Bachelor while we hung out until the bell rang.

My pussy starting to itch from not having attention all day so I went into the bathroom area, choosing the last stall in the back. I sat on the toilet, pulled my panties down and lifted up my skirt. I had just started to reach down to finger my clit when I heard moaning coming from another stall. Was another girl masturbating too?

“Oh yea, do it harder!” I heard, the voice breathy and high pitched.

“Yea pump it! Pump it good!” it continued.

I licked my fingers and felt my cunny, hot to the touch as I tried to place the voice.

“Oh my Goooood! You’ve got four in! Oh God it feels good. Keep going!” it said.

I knew that voice. It was Melia! My FRIEND. She was clearly being fingered, and with four fingers no less!

“You’re going to make me cum,” she said desperately. “Oh God you’re gonna make me squirt!”

And then a gasp that I thought was the start of her climax changed to a cry of protest.

“No, no! It won’t fit! Don’t! Don’t push it iiiinnnnn-uuuugggghhh!”

She was grunting and crying out, I couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure or pain. Either way, I rubbed my clit faster, my pussy positively soaked.

“Ugh! Fuck sissy! Ugh! You’re! Ugh! Fisting! Ugh! Meeeee!” she squealed.

Sissy?! She was taking a whole fist up her cunt?! Her twin sister’s fist?! Wow, my mind was in overdrive, pleasure pulsing through my body as I almost immediately came from the thought. My cunt clenching and my clit throbbing I moaned, riding the wave until my clit was too sensative. The grunting continued for a few more minutes and then I heard Melia yell that she was cumming.

“Oh yea, soak me!” I heard, this time from her sister Lisa.

I took some tissue and wiped my pussy so that my juices wouldn’t chafe my inner thighs and flushed the toilet. I left the stall and went to wash my hands in the sink. Behind me another stall door opened and Lisa came out. She was opening and closing her hand. Spreading her fingers wide and then closing them into a fist.

“She took it, she finally took it!” Lisa said excitedly, raising her fist in the air in victory.

I laughed at her antics and smiled as she held the stall door open.

“Look!” she said, gesturing to the stall.

I moved closer so I could see inside and saw Melia sprawled on the toilet. Her legs were spread wide, her skirt bunched at the waist and her panties hanging sadly around one ankle. Her head was leaning against the wall, taking deep breaths after what had to have been a monster climax. Her dirty blonde hair matted with sweat. What shocked me though was her shaved pussy. It was red and engorged, leaking a little clear fluid down over her asshole. Her cunt hole was stretched and gaping so that I could actually see into the small dark tunnel.

“Fuck,” I breathed out as I looked at her wrecked pussy.

“She went fucking crazy for it when I forced it in,” Lisa explained, clearly excited by their accomplishment. “She squirted everywhere!”

Lisa gestured to her uniform which I now noticed was soaked, making her white shirt see through. I licked my lips, her tits looked good. Melia groaned, distracting me from my thoughts.

“You okay sissy?” Lisa asked her, kneeling down by Melia’s side.

Melia nodded and reached down to feel her stretched hole. She made a whining noise when she felt how open she was.

“What’s the matter? Do you want more?” Lisa asked, clearly ignoring that it was a cry of discomfort and disbelief versus being horny.