Chapter 12: Impossible Position

I removed my skirt and placed the camera on the ground to look up at my crotch. The dildo and butt plug covered the lower half of the screen. I lifted Eliza till her pussy and tiny star asshole covered the upper half. She put her left heel on the top of the stall divider while I held her right foot in my left hand. She didn’t weigh much, and as a Hulk, I could hold her up for hours. I braced myself against the stall wall as I had no idea how she might react to vaginal stimulation. Her foot cooled my warm palm, while tiny grains of dirt added grip but made me wince at what she might have stepped in, especially in a school washroom. She must have painted her toenails a while ago, as pale pink showed through the dull yellow, and she had dirt under her toenails. Her pinky toenail cut into my index finger.

The streaming image looked terrific. Eliza’s pussy lips spread with the stretch, and moisture glistened on them. My crotch, with the double penetration, and Eliza’s tiny pussy, and asshole, filled the screen. She stared at the camera with a half smile; her left front tooth had the corner missing. She held the flimsy, silver, cross metal of the white, perforated, drop ceiling. Her short brown hair framed her round red face as it hung down.

With my right hand, I rubbed the silver vibrator up and down the small cleft. Eliza moaned and shuddered as it touched her tiny lips. I moved it up and down to spread and mix her moisture with the fluid already on the vibrator. A glance down at the time, two minutes before the stream switched to premium. The numbers on the premium service had grown to near my highest watched stream, and at premium prices. I suppressed my jealousy towards Eliza, sucked it up, for the sake of the incredible payout.

I moved the silver tip to her asshole and swirled it around the little star. Eliza jerked, and I almost dropped her. I wanted to use both hands to hold her up, but then I couldn’t use the vibrator. Eliza’s hands gripped the ceiling tighter while she shifted her weight onto the blue divider and kept her eyes on the camera. The girl in the stall beside us, the one who gave us her vibrator, moaned while Megan and her friends made quiet, “You go, Girl,” comments.

“One minute, fans, I hope you join me for the deflowering of the century. In less than one minute, I will slide this juice-coated vibrator up into this cute, tight, unused pussy, and turn it on to full vibration,” I said and moved the tip up and down Eliza’s left inner thigh. Juice leaked from Eliza’s pussy, and a drip fell straight down towards the stream, but luckily it missed my phone camera. I glanced down and shifted Eliza closer to the opposite divider to give the fans a better view. Her pussy spread, her ass hole gaped, and filled the stream. Further, any drops will now miss the phone. I closed my legs to hold my dildo and butt plug in, which gave the fans a full view of Eliza, with only my hand holding her foot, and my breasts, with bright nipples, visible on the stream.

“Those are my juices,” the girl in the next stall yelled. Roshana, I recognized her raspy voice, a new girl that had just transferred to our school, not a pretty girl, but friendly enough. Her agility made her a Devil, as in the classic Daredevil comic. I often paired with her during training when we practiced Hulks throwing Devils into windows, which always seemed stupid for modern warfare. The idea that I held her vibrator, and she had recently had it up her pussy, made my insides jiggle and twist. The need for orgasm grew more significant, and I tried to distract myself by focusing on Eliza and her needs, but that made everything worse.

Eliza moaned. Distracted, I slipped the vibrator partially into her pussy. Did she still have her hymen? Likely not, as it tends to break with rough play, and she regularly engaged in rough play. If our school had a wrestling team, she would dominate.

The washroom door opened, and someone said, “Oh fuck, Eliza, why are you topless over the stall?” The vibrator rested on Eliza’s thigh and disrupted a streamlet of juice from her pussy. I had no idea how she could have that much juice. Her red pussy lips stuck out while her butt muscles clenched to hold herself up. The metal ceiling strut bent as she squeezed it tighter, and I worried that she would pull the whole ceiling down.