Chapter 8: The Fans Get Something Special

“Busy!” Megan yelled and slipped another finger in her pussy and asshole. The three fingers stretched her loose pussy, while her asshole gripped the triangle of three fingers like a vise. Her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched in a random spastic rhythm, her pussy wrapped and embraced the three fingers, while juice dripped off her hand and down her thigh. Her lips turned blue shade as she gasped for breath, and she banged against the blue door, unable to control her movements.

“Megan, you’ll never believe what Tyler did!” the girl said, before she sucked on a pipe and blew out a sweet acidic stench that mixed with our musk. The room odors mixed and created a reek that caused bile to burn my throat and nostrils; the acid hurt and helped keep the pleasure in check. I have never liked fentanyl’s stink, but Deads need potent, cheap drugs to cope with their future. ‘Live Dead before you’re Dead’ is the unofficial motto of many Dead groups.

I moved the camera closer as Megan added a fourth finger to her pussy. The red lips spread like wings, juice covered her hand, and her bony arm bent at an awkward angle; I expected it to snap in that position. We Deads train to contort into strange shapes because we heal so fast that we can handle the abuse. While our instructors would never tell us to bend enough to lick our pussy or fit hands and feet inside ourselves, they mention and hint at it until girls brag and make it a point of pride to be able to bend that much. Megan shuddered, banged the door, and grunted to get a better position to get more hands inside.

“Polly, why are you on the floor?” the other girl asked as both continued to inhale from their glass pipes. Becky and Margaux, both Deads, not at Megan’s level but in the same year, wore the classic hoodie and sweatpants combo that the younger year girls like. Margaux had caterpillar eyebrows, while Becky wore black eyeliner, and both smiled and waved at me. While both had more height, they looked up to me in school.

“Shut up, I’m on stream!” Megan said and slipped another finger into her ass. She dropped an inch closer to me, only the door stopped her collapse. Her feet turned out, and her rope-like leg muscles pushed against her reddish and white splotched skin. Sweat streamed between her puffy nipples that hung off her chest, her eyes squeezed tight, and her black mascara joined tears to create a tribal swirl on her cheeks and chin.

Her moans increased while her body trembled. Sweat rolled down into and past her belly button to mix with the pussy juice that dripped on the floor. Louder giggles and whispers continued from outside the stall as Megan gasped and thrust her hips forward; she whimpered, “Oh, fuck, yes, fuck, yes.”

She pushed her thumbs inside her and screamed. The girls in the room laughed, but I had to bite my lip not to scream and join her. The blood in my mouth helped keep the orgasm down, and the iron taste loosened our musk’s grip on my mind. I focused on my hands to stop the shakes, but I couldn’t stop my leg vibration, and my shoulder slipped on Megan’s juice while I tried to keep the camera away from the droplets.

She slammed her fists in and out. With each inthrust, she grunted, and with each outthrust, she moaned. The volume from the hall drowned her out while a new group of girls entered. As the hall volume disappeared, Megan’s grunts and moans increased until they echoed in the stall and washroom. The new girls laughed with Becky and Margaux. I didn’t dare glance at the newcomers as Megan’s droplets increased, and I wanted to get the best angle.

“Fuck, more, fuck, yes, oh, fuck, fuck!” Megan said; her orgasm continued as she slammed her fists inside herself. Red joined her juice to the stream volume down her legs and over her hands. She must have burst a vessel inside. I had to change my angle to get the phone away from the red droplets, but a few still hit the lens to turn the lower right corner pink and her leg a dark red hue. Some even landed on my face, but I kept filming.

Megan’s screams and the girls’ laughter rose together until Megan’s knees gave out, and she fell to the floor, so I moved to the toilet and avoided the blood splatter. Megan gave a final moan and passed out, still with her fists buried inside her pussy and ass. Her pale body laid still on the green floor, speckled with red droplets, as blood leaked out of her.