Cindy Gets Lucky, Saturday

Saturday, Morning, I Get Dressed

I breathe in, deep, and hold it for a moment, letting the warm spring morning soak into me. The early birds chirping. The cool dew on my bare toes. The early morning sun on my also bare breasts. The soft breeze on my also-also bare pussy...

I exhale with a happy sigh.

"Hey, love." Master! I look over to see his elbows dangling over the top of the fence. I slip my feet into my flip flops and bound over to him, my bare breasts jostling obnoxiously, scooping up my backpack as I go.

"Good morning, Master!" I grin up at him, letting him take in my total nudity. My parents sleep in on the weekends, so I'm pretty safe out here this early. And we've got to get to the school very early to get headed out for this math thing regardless.

"You look lovely, as always." He eyes my body and I grin happily at his attention.

"No clothes!" I hold up my backpack, it and my flip flops my only attire, "Just like you ordered, Master!"

"Perfect!" He holds up his bag, "I've got some nice stuff for you to earn on the way to the school..." He hops down behind the fence and I head over to the gate. It pops open as he reaches it and I slip smoothly through, where he quickly catches me in his arms and pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss.

My naked body is pulled to him, his stiff cock pressing obviously into me through his pants as one hand pulls my back to him and the other kneeds along my bare ass, reaching down further and further. By the time we finally untangle our tongues, both my pussy and his finger tips are very wet...

His hands around my waist, he leans back, looking into my eyes and smiling this wonderful little contented smile. "I love you, Cindy." I can hardly breathe I'm so happy.

"I love you too, Master..." I murmur, so much softer than I expected to be. I lick my lips and swallow, looking up nervously. But he just keeps smiling and I feel like melting.

"So! For the sexiest little cumslut of a girlfriend to earn something to hide that incredible naughty body of hers, all she has to do is join her loving boyfriend for a short walk to the next block!" He points and I look over to see what seems to be a bright pink pair of panties dangling very noticeably from a stray tree branch in the alley across the way. "Shall we?" He holds up an arm and I smile and take it.

"Beautiful morning for a walk..." I lick my lips, leaving them still slightly drier than my other pair, and walk along naked down the alley.

"A beautiful morning to spend with a beautiful girl!" He replies and I grin as we come up to the street. He drops my arm and reaches across my chest, as if to stop me, squeezing my bare breast while making a point to look both ways. "Looks clear, let's go!" He reaches back and smacks my ass loudly, making me jump and laugh, and I hurry across the street, stinging only slightly.

"This certainly is pink..." I hop up and snatch the panties. Up close, they are quite possibly the most obnoxious pink color I've ever seen.

"Put them on, we've gotta get moving!" He smacks my ass again and I giggle, hopping into the perfectly-fitting undies and hurrying after him.

"Hey, these feel great!" I come up next to him, "They don't even ride up!" They are silky and sheer and feel delightful on my skin!

"Well, I can't imagine how I knew all your sizes..." We come to the next street and he gestures to a car parked in the street. There's something on the hood.

"What's that?" Is it a problem?

"Your skirt. Go get it!" He smacks my ass again, and it stings a little less, at least where the panties cover. I eye the empty street and swallow. It's not exactly next to the alley, I'll be exposed a lot longer... I hurry into the street, one arm across my chest, and grab the skirt before speeding along to the next alley.

At least I'm wearing panties... but fuck, this is fun! I pull the skirt on and it fits great too. It's longer than I'd've expected. "It's not short?" I look up at him.

"Only in the back!" I frown and reach back as we walk. The hem is riding right along my butt cheeks!

"Doesn't it look weird?" I try to look back there but can't tell.

"No, the lady said it was because of the pleats, like, it's cut specifically to be like this, isn't it neat?"

Yes! "Actually, kinda, ya..." It's like mid-thigh in the front, but miniskirt from behind. So weird!

I jolt to a confused halt as Master stops in front of me, suddenly dropping closing his lips around my nipple, his hand massaging my breast.

"Oh, Master..." I sigh, his other hand sliding up my thigh as his teeth pull tenderly at my sensitive skin. He slips the panties aside and presses a finger easily into my very wet slit as I gasp lightly. Then, as quickly as he started, he stands, slipping his finger into his mouth. I pout.

"Your shirt awaits!" He grins, stepping off and unhesitatingly across the street.

Still topless, I follow a bit more carefully. As before, this early on a Saturday, the street remains empty. With an arm across my chest, I dart into the street, but unlike before, I hear tires on asphalt turn the corner barely a house away as soon as me and my very topless self are halfway across!

With my obviously exposed tits hardly at all covered by one arm, I churn the other against the air as though it will make me sprint faster. I stumble as I lose a flip flop, throwing my arms out to balance, freeing my tits in their entirety for all the world to see.

Standing in the middle of the road, my heart exploding, totally topless, I look up like a deer in the headlights to see the car that gave me such a fright driving the other way entirely. It had turned onto this road, but not this way.

Feeling panickedly lucky, I cover up, my blood pumping. I shove my foot back into my shoe, hobbling into the opposite alley flush and out of breath. Master is grinning, and I realize I'm grinning too, the adrenaline of that moment had quite an effect on me! I bite my lip glancing down at the obvious erection he's had all morning, and between his teasing and that car suddenly, I'm aching for a taste. Disappointingly, he swings his backpack in front of it and fishes out a beautiful, sleeveless wool sweater.

"Some kinda llama with a weird name." He holds it up. "I'm like 90% sure your tits will look amazing in this." He eyes my tits and I grin, "Well, not as amazing as they do right now, but the best I think we can get away with at the competition..." I snort, taking the top.

It's. So. Soft!

"Holy fuck!" I slip it over my head and it feels incredible on my tits, on my all skin, but on my tits especially... mmm... "Fuuuuck..." It's snug around the sides and loose in the front and low enough that the neck line dangles across my front and slips back and forth and back and forth on my skin in all the right places...

"I wanted to be sure your nipples were extra sensitive before you put that on." He can almost certainly tell his plan worked. "That car was certainly a bonus there, I think!"

"Mmng... thank you Master..." Just walking in it, my nipples rub and... fuck that's awesome... "It feels... really good... mmm..." Mmm...

I'm not even paying attention to where I'm going, but all of a sudden Master is kissing me again, pulling me in tight, and fuck if I wouldn't fuck him right here and now if he'd let me. God I need cock, any cock will do, but I want his cock most of all.

"I want your cock in me so bad, Master..." I murmur as he pulls away.

"I know." He grins, taking my hand and leading me along to the next alley. This top hardly hides the fact I'm not wearing a bra under it, but regardless of my jiggle, on this street it finally doesn't matter if I'm seen.

Honestly, I don't even want the bra... this top feels really nice...

Master stops in the middle of the street. I look up at him, only mildly confused, but mostly just horny.

"Are you horny enough to suck my cock right here?" He asks, nodding to the empty street.

I just shrug. "Probably..."

"Hmm, are you horny enough to take off those panties and beg me to fuck you in that skirt?" He mocks sternness, "And answer properly!"

"Mmm, yes, Master..." I grin, I might actually be, in fact... "Shall I?"

"Maybe. So, you're definitely horny enough to do whatever I tell you right now? Correct?"

"Yes, Master..." I look him very firmly in the eyes. "Anything."

"Put this on!" He pulls an equally obnoxiously pink bra out of his backpack and holds it up and I pout and sigh.

"... yes, Master..." I pull it up under the top, cupping my breasts and slipping the arm straps out and over my shoulders. I reach back and hook it and look down. "Uh, Master, it's a little noticeable..." And it doesn't support too terribly much, but at least it's silky smooth inside like the panties...

"Hmm, do you suppose everyone will probably notice when you take it off in the middle of the day, then?" He grins and I bite my lip. It's going to be a fun competition!

Saturday, Morning, Security Cameras Exist

I watched myself, naked and blindfolded, legs bound up and arms bound down on that prop rack, pussy gaping wide right at the camera, at least until Master buries his face in it.

"Ms. Belle, please state for the record that this is you on the recording."

I swallow. I mean, duh? "That's me." I look nervously from Dave the security guard to Master, not sure what to do.

"And this is you?" He gestures to Master in the video.

"Yes..." Master is frowning.

"This is grounds for expulsion. Do you have anything to say for yourselves?"

I just look blankly, but Master glowers.

"Do you want to be expelled?"

We say nothing.

"Answer."

"No. We don't." Master responds.

"And you, Ms. Belle, do you want to be expelled?"

I look at Master. He nods. "No..." I say meekly.

"You seem to have been enjoying yourself quite a lot recently, Ms. Belle."

I swallow.

"Perhaps you and I can come to an agreement to help protect your little boyfriend here..."

"You will fucking not." Master is incensed.

"Excuse me?" Now Dave frowns.

"You will absolutely fucking not extort sex from my girlfriend." Master doesn't seem to be blinking. Or breathing. He's certainly not swallowing.

I do.

"Look, Dave." Master says in a strange, calm voice. "You're a nice guy. I'm a nice guy. Cindy is a nice girl. We are all friends here, aren't we Cindy?"

"Yes, Master..." I say nervously, Dave giving me a sudden strange look. Oops... but Master doesn't flinch...

"And I care about you Cindy. Do you care about me?"

"Yes, Master."

"That's right, because we're friends, and we care about our friends, don't we? And isn't Dave our friend, Cindy? Don't you care about him?"

I thought he was... "Yes, Master..."

"He is. Dave is a good friend. And I know that caring is sharing, because sharing is caring, isn't that right, Cindy?" Master stands, holding out his hand to me, and I stand too.

"Sharing is caring, Master." I nod, still not sure what he's saying, but Dave seems willing to listen. Then Master tugs at my new shirt and I help him pull it off.

"So if I care about Dave, I should share with him, shouldn't I, love?" Oh... oh my...

He drops the shirt on the chair and unhooks my bright pink bra, and I help it fall to the floor. "Yes, Master." I lick my lips, tits bared to Dave, who is now looking very surprised.

"What do you say, Dave, my friend..." Master pulls at my skirt and panties, dropping them swiftly to the floor as well before I step lightly out of them, leaving me totally naked in the security office, Dave looking very eagerly at me. "Would you like to share her with me right now?"

Master taps my butt cheek and gestures at Dave, and I nod, smiling, eager, "Yes, Master!" and cross around the desk over to where Dave is sitting.

"Holy shit..." He swivels to stare at my naked body as I kneel down in front of him.

"If you want to cum in my mouth instead of your pants this time, you'll need to get your cock out for me." I say as sweetly as possible, and he jumps into motion, fumbling hurriedly at his belt until he manages to yank his pants and boxers down to his ankles. "Thank you, Dave!" I say cheerily before wrapping my mouth around his cock.

"I think there ought to be a certain brotherhood, a kind of special bond formed, when two guys share a girl, don't you think, Dave?" I feel Master's hands on my hips and I unconsciously adjust to follow his lead, keeping my head bobbing in Dave's lap, but lifting my backside until I'm standing, bent over onto Dave's lap.

I'm managing to do pretty good on Dave's cock! The taste is good, not as good as Master's, but better than, like, anything else I've ever tasted, of course. I've got it slobbery enough that I'm almost all the way down already!

"Holy fuck this is the best blowjob I've ever had..." Dave mutters. "Yes, fuck man, thank you for sharing!"

Master's cock suddenly pokes between my legs and I realize I wasn't even paying attention to what he really meant by sharing! He finds his way into my pussy and I try desperately to continue to concentrate on the task before me, my heart thudding at the realization that there's two hard, hot cocks inside me at the same time, both just aching to fill me with their cum.

"Mmm, wait until you try this pussy, tastes almost as good as it feels..." Master is fucking me fast already, and it's getting harder and harder to focus on Dave... It's all I can do not to just shove down and moan with his cock buried as deep as it will go into my face! Even trying to figure out how to respond to both cocks at once is turning me on more!

"Fuck, when does this girl even breath?" Dave is thrusting at my face now and I'm so grateful he's taking over this blowjob because Master is slamming hard into me, pushing me higher and higher, and I don't think I can focus any more...

Dave bursts into my throat, his hot semen filling me, "Ngh!" I moan around Dave's cock. His orgasm inside me compounds Master slamming harder and harder behind me, pushing me over the edge. My back arches and my pussy tenses in wonderful little pulses around Master's cock as it shoves in and out. That seems to be just enough for him, too, and I feel him pumping his cum into my pussy as his thrusts sputter and slow.

Two cocks just came inside me... and it was wonderful...

Dave is still cumming as I rock back slightly, and I catch a delightful little mouthful. I suck at his head at Master pulls away behind me, and pull off Dave with a smack and a smile. "Mmmm, pretty tasty! I'd say, three stars? Definitely would suck again." I nod, smiling up at him, wiping at something stray at the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand, spit or cum, I'm not sure.

"So, we're all friends here, right Dave?"

I frown, looking around. I'm not so sure what to do about my now very-leaky pussy...

"Definitely..." Dave pulls up his pants and fixes his belt.

I hold my hand over my pussy as I stand, feeling Master's cum dribblng out onto my fingers. I look around again for something to clean up with, then realize I'm being an idiot and just pull my fingers up to my mouth.

"Mmmmmmmngh..." I'm sorry, Dave, but Master just tastes so fucking good... I reach down and scoop up more deliciousness.

"Here, love, let me help you..." Master pulls out my bra and I slip it on, then he hands me my panties and they follow. Shortly, we're all all tidied up and stepping out of the security office.

"Is everything alright?" Oh, right, the math thing. It's the math teacher, Mr Whats-His-Face. Abelian. I guess he was walking by as we came out. What a crazy random happenstance.

"Yep! Dave was just deputizing us as junior school security guards, isn't that right Dave?" Master grins at Dave. "He was going to give us keys to help him patrol the place!"

"Right, uh," Dave nods, "They'll be ready Monday." He manages.

"Cindy can drop by before school to pick them up for us, won't you Cindy?" My eyes light up, "Maybe you two can do a regular sync up every Monday?"

"Why not every morning?" I beam at Dave and he looks a little intimidated at the thought.

"Mondays are good for now..." He swallows, and I pout.

"Oh, well, that's nice!" Mr. Abelian smiles and we follow him off to meet up with the team.

Saturday, Morning, I Kick Ass

"We should definitely let her catch some shut eye on the way, then." Mr. Abelian shouts back from the front of the bus at Master, my head gently bobbing on his cock, neatly hidden behind the broad schoolbus seats. "Need her nice and sharp at the meet!"

"I'll keep her comfy back here, no worries!" Master slides one hand down the back of my skirt into my panties, groping down my butt crack but falling disappointingly short of my very wet pussy. His other hand sits firmly on the top of my head, shoving me down into his cock. I tilt gently and show off my recent practicing, pushing him fully into my throat.

"Fuck you're incredible at that..." Master murmurs softly and I grin around his cock. The other two guys on the team, John and Brett, sat right up front, leaving the back of the bus for me and Master and my 'nap.' And he decided we should enjoy the privacy.

His hand on my ass slips up and out, hooking into the back of my skirt and shoving back down, tugging it along with my panties. Only half laying on the seat, I twist my knees toward him to let him easily slip my bottoms along my thighs.

As I pull gently, wetly, quietly back on his shaft, he grabs my knee and pulls up, my skirt and panties slipping right down to my feet and then tumbling into the floor of the bus with our backpacks. As I tease the head of his cock with my tongue, he pushes my legs apart and his fingers find their way between my open thighs to tease along my slippery folds.

I barely hold in a sigh, the hum of it resonating into his cock, and he pulls his hand up my stomach, dragging my shirt along with it until he reaches the bra matching the panties now laying on the floor.

He tugs up roughly, and the bra pops free of both of my breasts, leaving me all but naked in the bus seat, two boys, a teacher and the bus driver not five seats away, my mouth still bobbing gently in his cock as traffic passes by just out of sight out the broad, clear windows in the bright morning sunshine.

His fingers run circles up to the tips of each of my breasts, teasing unbearably lightly around my nipples before pulling away. I moan again into his cock as his hand runs back down my naked skin, feinting a brush down each thigh before lightly caressing back to my aching, waiting pussy.

But he refuses to enter me, no matter how desperately I wish he would, teasing out my juices and spreading them along my thighs, leaving me a wet mess. He keeps slipping his fingers painfully tenderly down my slit, painting my skin with my juices, teasing the wetness up to my breasts until even I can smell my own arousal over the scent of his cock in my mouth.

"You should probably get dressed, love..." Master slips himself out of my mouth and I sit up, finding the bus stopped at a light. We're off the freeway, we must be nearly there! I reach down and scoop up my bottoms, shoving my top back into place.

"I see you've rejoined us here in the land of the living!" Mr Abelian smiles back at me as I try to look innocent, bottomless just out of sight, wiping my own slobber off my chin, the taste of Master's cock filling my mouth, the scent of my own burning-wet pussy filling the air. "Just in time, too!" Hopefully he must think I drool in my sleep...

I get dressed and we get in and find our way around. A cafeteria, and we've got one round table to our team for the first event: a team test to work out a few problems together, with the teachers off elsewhere.

We aren't long in when John mentions he's struggling with an integral. He's across the table from me, and I smile as I finally have an opportunity to show my appreciation for the new top Master got me, just like he'd ordered me to. I lean across on my elbows, letting the loose neckline hang low to show off my new pretty pink bra.

John's eyes are very obviously glued down the front of my shirt as I pull my hair out of my own eyes and skim his work. "You dropped a negative here, see?" I reach back and grab my pencil, my top straining lightly with the stretch, tugging down and baring just a little more of my cleavage than might otherwise be appropriate in such a crowded room. I ignore it, moving my hair back out of the way, and cross out some of John's work, sliding my hands over his and spinning the paper, redoing the integral with my bra half hanging out my top.

"And there you go!" I smile up at him, his eyes still very obviously not meeting mine as I pull my hair back over my ears once again.

"Uh, ya, um, thanks..." He swallows nervously, still preoccupied with the amount of skin I'm showing, before finally looking down at the paper. "Oh, shit, woah, thanks!" He realizes I've pretty much solved it for him after noticing that error and starts to dig into the next part of the problem.

"I need a hair tie..." Still kneeling up in my chair from stretching across the table, I mutter to Brett next to me, and he glances up from his work with a curious expression. I turn away from him, staying on my knees, and lean down into my backpack. I search for a hair tie I know isn't there, confident Brett's eyes are as glued to my new pink panties as John's were to the matching bra. "I know I've got one somewhere..." I murmur, wiggling my mostly bared backside at him.

"You want me to take a look?" He offers. Yep, I definitely have his undivided attention!

"No, I'll just keep looking..." I spread my knees slightly, as far as I can go safely in the chair, and try to give him something worth his time.

Master, watching this amusedly from my front side, leans in as though to help and whispers, "You should reach back and fix that wedgie..." I grin to myself at the suggestion, and nod ever so slightly to show him I heard it.

I reach back and grope my fingers along my ass, shocked that Master was very right, the skirt is sitting much higher in back than I'd imagined! Now it's my turn to swallow a little nervously at the amount of skin I'm showing, but orders are orders...

"Sorry, this is a little embarrassing, but it just feels like I've got a bit of a wedgie back there, here, have I got it?" I wrap my fingers into my panties between my thighs from behind and pull gently to the side, feeling my fingertips graze my very wet slit as they go. "How's that look?"

"Um, I think you got it?" Brett manages heroically, as I lean there, asking him to stare intently at my pussy while I bare it right in front of his face.

"Well, shit..." I spin back into my seat, pouting at Brett. "I still couldn't find my hair tie."

"At least you fixed your wedgie?" Brett looks a little stunned and I grin sweetly to keep from giggling.

"Yes, thank you for helping with it!" I pat his arm.

"Any time." Again, not giggling!

"I'll hold you to that!" I smile and look back down at my work.

Before long, we've finished with the team test and are on a short break before the quiz rounds, which are like, a couple teams with buzzers racing to answer stuff quickly. There's a few sessions of these before the solo exams. Plenty of time to have fun now and still have more fun again later...

"Mmmmgh... at least let me suck your cock, Master, please?" I whisper in his ear as we wait to be assigned a room for the first quiz session.

"You haven't earned it yet, love." He frowns sternly and I pout. "You didn't even find your hair tie.*

"I didn't bring one." I look incredulous.

"Sure you did, it matches your bra..." His hand slides up my thigh and his fingertips tease at my panties. My face lights up.

"That's... Awesome!" I glance around, but no one is paying attention to us in our little corner, and I manage to covertly slip my hands under my skirt and push down the panties and not even John or Brett seem to notice, everyone is too preoccupied trying to see if there's any announcement coming from the other side of the room for our assignments.

I giggle and flip the front of my skirt up for Master, giving him a glimpse of my very wet slit, before stepping out of panties and covertly snatching them up. I deftly pull my hair back and cinch the pink fabric around way too many times before it becomes taut, but it seems to work.

"How's that?" I turn my head, my fresh ponytail bobbing.

"Very distinctive color, but other than that, looks like a hair tie, I guess?" Master shrugs, and I smile. This is such a great idea!

Shortly, we get a room, and find our way there. I sit between Brett and John, with Master of the far side of John. Only one person can buzz the buzzer, so we give it to John.

I pat excitedly on Brett's lap, hoping the lump I feel there is what I think it is. "Oh, hey, I found my hair tie! See?" I turn to face John and point up at my hair.

"Oh, it's the same color as your... uh..." Brett stumbles on his words.

"Ya, it's a matching set!" I say blandly. I mean, it is! Haha!

As the quiz thing starts up, I play the same seek-and-find game with John's lap as I did with Brett's each time I know the answer, which is often enough that it becomes very easy to find what I'm looking for by the time the first quiz session is over!

As we make it to the next room for the next quiz session, Master orders me to give him my new bra. Orders are orders! I slip into a bathroom and out and he stuffs it in his bag and no one is the wiser. Unless they look at my tits as I walk. Then it's super obvious. Haha!

And, ho boy, between flashing my pussy and feeling up the boys, the feel of this top on my nipples is... very nice indeed...

Brett takes point this time and I wedge myself between him and John, neither of whom seem to object to my positioning. Brett leans over and whispers, "You fixed your hair, but what about the other issue from earlier?"

Hehe, I've clearly occupied his thoughts! I lean my braless breasts against his arm firmly enough he can be certain they're braless, as if he couldn't see the missing bra, and grab his thigh likewise firmly enough I can be certain it's not just his thigh I'm grabbing. I lean in in a serious voice. "Ya, that's fixed, like, I just really needed my hair out of my eyes after earlier, and let's just say, I've killed two birds with one stone?"

He glances down my top but doesn't have enough time to ask what happened to my matching set before the session begins. I'm good enough at this to be able to make plenty of excuses to keep grabbing at various points on Brett's increasingly strained pants front, but I worry John is languishing without my attention by the end.

"I think we're doing pretty good?" I turn to John at the end of the session and lean down to casually adjust my flip flops. I pull my head up and back as far as I can to look up at him and can tell by the look on his face I'm being entirely successful at making it up to him for giving Brett so much attention. I'm pretty sure he can see more than enough to know that something he saw earlier is missing.

"Definitely, you're, uh, you're really good at this..." He stammers earnestly. I blink at him and suddenly feel weirdly flustered and realize I'm blushing. The boy just had an unobstructed view of my perky young breasts down my loose knit wool top and it takes him telling me I'm good at math to make me blush!

"Oh, uh, thanks..." I smile just as earnestly back at him and, in a sudden burst of unexpected happiness at his unassuming compliment, I lean in and hug him tight.

I was so distracted by his nice comment I didn't even realize this had the side benefit of pressing my braless breasts into his arm for a few seconds. But, as soon as I realized, I made sure to squeeze hard enough he could definitely feel my nipple if he was paying any attention at all!

We adjourn to lunch after the quiz sessions, leaving only the solo test left for the day, and I beg Master to give me a real treat for lunch. He finally relents.

"Cindy, where's your bag?" Master says after stuffing it into his.

"Oh shit!" I blurt.

"Here, it must be back in the room, I'll help you go find it, we'll be right there, guys." Master nods to Brett and John and we turn back down the crowded hall.

Eventually, we find a mostly empty hall and slip into a totally empty stairwell. After glancing up and waiting a moment, Master smiles at me and pulls me into a kiss. Quickly, our tongues are pressing past each other, and his hands first slide down my skirt, which I step out of, baring my smooth little pussy lips and firm backside, and then pull up my shirt. I raise my arms as we pull out of our kiss and he slips the shirt up and off me, exposing my perky young breasts to the empty stairwell, leaving me completely naked. He tucks the clothes into his bag and sets it under the stairs before taking my hand.

"Where are we going?" I bite my lip, naked as when we met up that morning, now leaving my new clothes behind.

"I'm not sure yet, somewhere fun?" He grins, leading me before him up the stairs. His hand slides up my thigh as I go up in front of him and I stop, letting him press his fingers against my pussy at I sigh.

"Keep walking, love..." Master orders, his fingers teasing my own wetness against my clit.

"Mm-hmm..." I nod and move forward. We round a few flights when a door opens below us.

"You're sure they came in here?" Brett's voice!

"Ya, I saw them, for sure." John!

"Hmmm..." Master whispers in my ear as he pulls up against me from behind, one hand teasing between my legs, the other gripping at my breast. "Seems like they're about to see the rest..."

"Yes, Master..." Fuck his fingers feel so good after this day so far. I'm totally down for it.

"Walk quietly, love." He says, letting go of me. I nod, and reach down to slip off my flip flops. Master follows suit, pulling his own shoes off, and we hurry up the stairs.

"Huh, the door to the second floor is locked." Brett's voice makes my pussy tense up. Were all the doors locked!? Are we headed to a dead end!?

Master seems to catch the same thought and tries the fourth floor door. Also locked. My eyes go wide, but he grins and shrugs and steps over and kisses me. I can feel his hard cock press into me as he grips my ass with both hands and suddenly I am much less concerned.

He points up the stairs and we press on.

"All the doors are locked, where are they?" John. Must be the third floor. Fuck.

We're at the top. There's no more floors! I look panicked back at Master again and he nods at the gate blocking the way to the roof. I look quizzically at him and he scoops me up in his arms and lifts me over the railing. I scramble to my feet and he clambers up after me, putting us both behind the chained off gate to the roof access. He nods and I head up the final flight of stairs.

"Why would she come up here, she's some kind of fucking genius, she'd clearly know the way back to the room." Brett.

"Fucking genius?" I whisper to Master, flattered.

"He's only half right, though..." Master grins and I am confused. "I mean, I think should should make the fucking part true too..." He delicately unzips his fly and I swallow, watching him work his very hard cock free. He pulls me into another kiss, this time the hot flesh of his cock making contact with my skin, sending waves of heat into me. Then he turns me around, guiding my hands to the railing as he guides his cock between my legs behind me.

"Holy shit, she really is so fucking smart," Jeff says. They've got to be almost right below us by now, by the gate... Mmmgh, Master's cock feels so...

"They're talking about you, babe," He whispers into my ear, his body pressing into me as he thrusts gently, working himself deeper and deeper in soft, slow silence.

"No, seriously, like we're gonna get into better colleges because she's crushing this so hard smart, fuck yes," Brett is definitely right below us...

"And hot, like, uh, insanely fucking hot!" We're fucking, fuck, Master is fucking me, right above Jeff and Brett...

"Dude when she was trying to find her hair tie..." Brett is talking about my pussy...

"Holy shit I'm getting hard just thinking about her tits, man," Master pulls out and pulls me off the railing, turning me around and pushing me to my knees. I comply unhesitatingly.

"Gross, but also, was she, like, grabbing your junk too?" Master presses his cock, slimy with my juices, against my lips, and I let him slide in.

"I think it's just girls don't have stuff on their thighs so she didn't realize..." Ha, ya right...

"She didn't realize when she wrapped her hand around my cock and shook it?" Brett gets it... fuck Master's cock feels incredible in my mouth right now...

"They're talking about how smart and hot you are," Master whispers. I smile up at him and lean forward. With his shaft already slick from my pussy, he slides easily into my throat, pressing fully in in one smooth thrust. I grin to myself this time, proud of my mad deepthroating skills.

"Like, seriously, maybe she thought it was a phone?" Oh, Jeff... if only you could see me now!

"Ya, no, prolly, but fuck, her tits..." Give Master some slow, quiet attention...

"That ass!" Mmmm, I just love the feel of a cock about to burst inside me... you can always tell, it's the best little moment of anticipation, that tension...

"Fucking brains and body man."

Master pulls back and cums in my mouth, whispering sternly, "No swallowing until after you turn in the solo exam..."

I grin and nod up at him, suckling softly, taking care not to swallow as he pumps onto my tongue.

"We gotta get back," Jeff sounds like he's heading down now...

"Ya, don't say nothin' to Ben, I think he's into her." Ya, Brett might be on to something there.

I smile at Master and he whispers. "I love you." Oh, he knows I can't reply! Grr!

"Ya, no, of course, but fuck, so am I." Aww, Jeff, that's so sweet!

"Her bending over and fixing that wedgie will be in my spank bank until I die, for real."

Saturday, Evening, I Play

Needless to say, with a mouthful of cum during a solo exam session (swallowed as I turned it in!), I didn't get too many more chances for fun antics at the meet. It didn't help that Master had me put all my underwear back on, either, to help me focus on not swallowing, I suppose? Hehe...

After my earlier show, John and Brett were much too attentive on the bus to get away with another blowjob for Master. I gave them a few panty peeks and some very friendly hugs, and was noncommittal about what happened to my hair tie, but we mostly got back to the school with little more of note.

Which is probably why Master invited us all over for a sleepover!

... His extremely horny girlfriend and the two guys she'd been teasing all day...

"Mom, math team is here, we're gonna go down and play video games!" Master shouts across the house as we wander in the back door.

"Is Anna with you?" His mother, presumably. Brett gives me a worried look and Master ushers me quickly into the door down to the basement. John and Brett follow after.

"No, she's sick," I pause on the stairs, turning to find myself right at eye level with John's cock. I lick my lips and try to see if he's still hard in the dim light. I'm not sure. We'll have to fix that!

"You boys have fun. I'll order you a pizza. Don't stay up too late, I'm going to work in just a minute."

"She's going to work?" I move up a step, leaning forward 'around' John, and it's totally a coincidence that my chest just so happens to press into his crotch. I hold there, waiting expectantly for my reply, wondering if the effect would be more evident to me if I didn't have this bra on... "She works nights?"

"Ya, night shift at the hospital." Master steps into the stairs and lets the door close behind him. "She'll prolly be home at like six or something."

"Weird." I shrug, my breasts unnecessarily rubbing against John in the process, and reach up to casually brace against his now definitely stiff cock as I turn back down the stairs.

"Welcome to the basement!" Master waves at the large finished basement, a TV and some couches occupying the mostly empty space. "Red Bull?" He points at us in turn and we all nod. "Red Bull? Red Bull? Four red bulls!"

"So what happened to your hair tie?" Brett asks oh-so-casually and I grin. Rent free!

"Don't need one at the moment." I shrug.

Master pulls four red bulls out of the fridge and hands them around. I crack mine open and he holds his out. We all tap them together and he says "To Cindy! The hottest genius who ever won the state math competition!"

"That was state wide?" I frown, a little disappointed at how easy it was to place so highly.

"To Cindy and her incredible..." John glances at my chest and grins, and I grin back, "... brains!"

"I'll chug to those!" Brett says and I snort as the boys all tilt their drinks back. I follow suit, but fail to keep up with the flow and it dribbles down my chin. I ignore it and empty the can.

"Bre-eh!" I burp lightly, holding my open hand in front of my mouth. "Eh, fuck me..." I glance down at the wet dribbles running down the front of my shirt. "Well, shit, seems like being able to fit an entire cock down your throat prepares you less for chugging a dinky little red bull than I'd expected..." I smirk up at the boys, who just stare wide eyed at me.

"Oops, did I say that out loud?" I smile innocently.

"All the way down, hmm?" Brett seems to choke on a cough.

"The secret is to loosen your throat..." I mutter, confused at Master's shocked expression.

"Cindy, babe, gimme your shirt, that's vicuna, we gotta get that in the dry cleaning bag right away!" Master holds out his hand and I look a little surprised at him.

"Holy shit, Vicuna? You gotta take that off, now!" Brett nods at my chest.

"Plus, you've got a bra, no different than wearing a bikini." John chimes in. Damn, one mention of me losing my shirt and everyone has a valuable contribution all of a sudden!

I tilt my head and shrug, handing the empty can to John and pulling the shirt off my head, leaving me in my obnoxiously pink bra.

"I'll take care of that, just a minute." Master snatches it and heads into another room.

"Fuck, this stuff is all over me, do you think it'll be sticky?" I rub at my tits in my bra, shoving them roughly as I try to wipe them clean, taking pains to jostle them about as much as possible as I do. John and Brett are entranced.

"Maybe you should wash them off?" Brett suggests.

"Oh, there's a sink upstairs, in the kitchen." John offers.

Master wanders back in to me jiggling my tits at the boys. "What's up?"

"Oh, John and Brett think I should go upstairs and run my tits under the faucet, you know, to clean off the red bull." I smirk and John audibly swallows nervously.

"Just lick it off." Master shrugs and I give him an incredulous smirk.

"Oh, first you take my shirt off and now you wanna watch me suck my own titties, huh?" I scoff, grinning.

"You're the one who spilled her drink, babe, we can't let that set in on that shirt, it was not so cheap..."

"I could lick it off if you like..." John's boundless hope-timism is inspiring.

"I can reach..." I think... yep, I can, at least, if I pull my tits up a little... I probably won't fall out of this bra....

"You often lick sticky things off your tits?" Brett snickers.

"I do." I nod casually, eyeing him as my tongue runs across my soft breast. "This actually tastes almost as good as what I usually lick up, in fact..."

"Oh ya?" Master grins, "Well, why not share, then?"

I blink at him and smile. "Oh ya? Why not, huh?" Okay, then. I guess. "John, you still wanna help?" I straighten up and offer my tits toward the clearly eager boy.

"If you insist!" He beams, practically falling into me, cupping my breasts in both hands and sucking noisily on my bare flesh.

"Ah!" I jump up, startled, but his tongue continues to grope across my breast, his lips smacking little suckles along the way, until he slips his tongue under the edge of my bra and makes contact with my nipple... "Oh my god, sto-op!" I wriggle against his grip as he flits at my nipple, "Sto-o-op, there's no red bull in there!" I almost giggle at the tingle shooting down my spine, but he pulls away.

"Definitely delicious!" John grins at me, and I can't help but grin back, flush from his attentive tongue.

"Well, maybe we should let Brett check the other side, just to be sure." I am frankly aghast at Master, but Brett doesn't even hesitate.

"No problem..." He is much less shy, gripping my other breast in one hand, squeezing and immediately slipping the cup down, my nipple popping right out and into his mouth.

"Ah!" I shout, squirming in place as he sucks forcefully at my already-tender nipple before nibbling at the very tip. "Fu-u-uck..." I gasp before he pulls off with a wet smack, my nipple left peeking out of the cup.

"Ya, no red bull on that one either." He smirks and I swat him away, grinning and tucking my boob back in.

"You know, it really is no different than being in a bikini. Really." John offers, the others nodding in agreement.

"Definitely, no big deal not wearing a shirt." Brett's eyes dart down my body, "Could really take that skirt off, too, honestly."

"Ya, why not?" Master grins at me and I step back, raising my hands, "Just like wearing a bikini, no different."

"Hey, boys, now, this skirt is actually really neat!" I gesture down at my waist. "I just got it, but I actually already kinda love it?" Now the boys look incredulous, "I'm serious! It's adjustable but not elastic, and it's got pockets!" I shove my hands into the pockets hidden in the pleats, "Pockets!" Even flinging my hands around and flashing my panties doesn't seem to sway them.

"You could keep stuff in your bra?" I frown at Brett.

"Thanks, but my boobs aren't really that big, and besides, look..." I pull up the waist of the skirt high enough up my midsection that my bright pink panties are completely exposed to the boys, and adjust the hidden buttons on the inside, "I can tighten it to sit higher on my waist, and no matter how hard you tug, it stays up!" I pull down on the front of the skirt, and it holds firm above my panties, "So I can flash these cute pink panties all day, if I wanted to!" I gesture at the snug pink cloth poking out the bottom of the skirt, "Eh? Eeh?"

They do seem more impressed seeing my panties, but I haven't won them over just yet! "And at the normal waist line..." I adjust them again, tugging them down onto my hips, "They still ride up very nicely in back... here, see?" I step up to Brett, then turn and bend down, sliding my ass against him, feeling his stiff cock pressing between my cheeks. I lean into it, grinding gently against him, and he coughs.

"It certainly does ride up!" His hand slides down my backside and I grin back at him, savoring the feeling of his stiffness against me, of his unfamiliar fingers groping at my bare cheeks.

"Oh, and when I sit down!" I stand, grabbing John and Brett by the hands and dragging them over to the loveseat by the TV, "Here, just feel!" I put their hands down and sit on them, my bare cheeks and panties the only thing making contact with their fingers, which immediately squeeze. "Ah!" I jolt, "Can you imagine getting through a day in these without panties!" I smirk, "I'd be so fucking horny by the end of it..." My voice drips, emulating my aching pussy.

"Which leads me, of course, to the best part of this skirt..." I stand, widening the waistband once more, slipping it down around my hips. "It can get low enough that..." I bite my lip and reach up under the skirt, tugging down my panties to my knees, just below the bottom of the very-low riding skirt. "I could be surrounded by people and none of them would ever know whether I've got panties under it at all!"

"Heck, might as well take your panties off now instead of the wonder skirt!" Master chimes in with a grin. I purse my lips then simply squeeze my knees together, letting my panties drop to the floor.

"Might as well!" I grin at the boys, leaning down to snatch up the panties and stealing a glance to see just how far my skirt rides up in back in the reflection in the TV as I do. Even pulled down this low on my hips, bending like this lets it ride high enough for my little lips to slip out from behind. The boys don't even seem to notice the sneak peek reflection, too engrossed in my breasts threatening to spill out of my bra in front. That proves to be an empty threat, though, as I pull up and toss my panties on the low table in front of the loveseat, boobs still snug.

"Mario kart!" I shout, spotting a stack of games below the TV.

"Wanna play?" Master suggests and I nod vigorously.

"Now you guys will really get to see me suck!" I giggle, squatting down in front of the TV, knowing exactly what I'd be showing off if I'd bent over instead. I put the disk in and grab controllers. I hand two to Brett and John and plop down next to Master on the loveseat, my breasts jostling heavily in my bra with the motion, glancing only briefly at my bright pink panties conspicuously occupying the otherwise empty table.

With my knees neatly crossed, no one can see anything, even with Brett and John at a pretty convenient angle relative to me over here. As we get into it, though, I find myself paying less attention to my skirt and more to the game. With it riding this low between my thighs, though, I'm pretty sure that it won't really matter unless John and Brett happen to lean way over...

Master and I are shortly neck and neck when a blue shell comes out of nowhere in the last race of a grand prix and I swoop ahead of him.

"You're going down now, cocksucker!" I shout victoriously as I near the finish with him now a few spots behind.

"Cocksucker?" He chuckles as he reaches over to my chest. I choose to ignore whatever he think he's going to do to distract me, unflappable so close to this win, when he yanks the front of my bra right up over my tits!

"Fuck!" I shout, grimacing but trying not to lose focus, "Watch the nipples, that hurts!" I frown, glancing down at my very exposed chest then over at Brett and John who are grinning at my large dark areolas.

"Is it cheating for her to flash us?" John smirks.

"I'll allow it." Brett replies very seriously.

"Oh, babe, I didn't think of that, I'm sorry..." Master is genuinely sincere. "Want me to kiss them and make it better?"

"Uh huh..." I ignore him and clinch the win, dropping the controller. "Fuck yes!" I raise my arms in victory, grinning over at the boys still enjoying the view of my bared, perky breasts bouncing lightly with the movement.

At least, until Master takes me at my word and leans over to close his lips around my nipple. "Ah!" I startle, my hips instinctively grinding as a surge of pleasure races down between my thighs. "Sto-op!" I half giggle, pushing him off and pulling my bra back into place.

"Another round?" Master smiles at me, licking his lips, and I smile back, biting mine.

"As long as you don't let her get so far ahead again." Brett nods intently at Master.

"Yes, definitely." He nods back, knowingly, and I frown at the two of them.

Suspicious.

Master starts up another grand prix and just as the countdown finishes and I'm burning into my free turbo, he reaches back and pops open my bra! "Ah!" I blurt, trying to round the first corner while he slips the straps off my shoulders, my large dark nipples coming into common view once more.

"You know, your tits are pretty incredible, Cindy." John offers calmly as my bra bunches up around my wrists.

"Just the right size, big enough to fuck, small enough to suck." Brett chimes in less calmly. He clearly has been saving that one.

It's not going to be possible to put this back on mid-round without pausing. I hate when people pause a race... Fuck it.

"Sorry, it's bothering my hands..." I pause the game, pulling my bra back up my arms.

"Go ahead." Master grins, pointedly staging his hand conveniently on my back just below the strap as I try to get my bra back on. I huff.

"If that's the way you want to play it..." I give him a look and stand, crossing over to Brett and John, who are generously man-spreading across the entire loveseat.

As I'm standing in front of them, trying to hook my bra on with my controller in hand, Brett shrugs up at me. "Cindy, we've all seen your frankly awesome tits. Why not get comfy and leave the bra off?"

"Ya, you've got nothing to hide in that department with us, why not?" John adds on.

I pause, looking back at Master. He smiles the subtlest of nods. I purse my lips, looking down at the not-nearly-so-subtle bulges in the boys' laps.

"Okay, but..." I cup the bra to my chest, letting the straps slide down my arms. "That leaves me with only one thing on..." I look pointedly at their laps again and grin. "I think you boys ought to catch up!"

"Sounds reasonable." Master backs up me confidently, standing and pulling his shirt off and unbuttoning his pants.

"I mean, if you'll be topless, sure!" Brett seems convinced, immediately undoing his own pants as John glances slightly nervously at the two of them.

"Needa a hand?" I smile, letting my bra fall away, tossing it on the table with the matching panties and leaning over to let my bare breasts sway in front of him, my arms going to his sides.

"Uh..." He mumbles as I reach down and pull up on his shirt.

"Now we're both topless!" I smile sweetly at him, tossing his shirt behind the couch. "Now, I think I'm already beating the pants off you boys, so off with them already!" I giggle, Master lounging back in his snug boxer briefs with a grin, Brett's stiff cock making a serious tent out of his loose boxers as he awkwardly tugs his shirt off, his pants already tossed to the floor.

"Right." John nods, smiling meekly up at me as he starts on his own pants. He pulls them down, his tighty whities shockingly flattering the way they press around his own very hard cock while he works his pants off his legs.

"Nice..." I murmur, eyeing his crotch as he settles back into the loveseat. "Now, back to me fucking all three of you at once!" I snort a laugh, flopping down between the boys and, given the tight space and generous man spreading, hooking my own knees over theirs.

"Now it's like we're all in swimwear..." John offers.

"I'd prolly take the skirt off to swim at this point... Everyone ready?" They nod and I unpause, very shortly finding out that leaning forward with my legs spread across theirs to try and focus on the game certainly opens things up... and to top it off, I'm sitting right on the split between the cushions, and it seriously feels like the gap between them is creating a gentle constant tug trying to spread me further apart...

Nevertheless, even topless with my very wet pussy spread wide, I'm crushing them. More than before, even! Can't imagine why...

"Fuck, how do you keep getting red shells, Mr tighty whities!?" Brett blurts.

"Maybe it's 'cause the game thinks his cock looks fucking huge in them..." I grin, and John coughs, making me laugh. I slide back on the couch a little, letting my legs splay just a little wider as I do to ride up their thighs, and holy fuck my pussy is open for business down there!

"And I'll bet those boxers are the tightest thing your cock has ever been in." I add, glancing sidelong at Brett, who grins back at me.

"Didn't you say the trick was to loosen your throat, not keep it tight?"

"I wasn't talking about my throat..." I can't resist myself, and grind gently against the space between the cushions, momentarily wishing there was something more substantial there.

Brett hardly seems as distracted as John, though, because soon enough it's Brett's turn to have an annoying amount of red shells.

"Oh, suck on that!" He says as I spin off the track. Barely a second later a blue shell swoops up and blows him away.

"Oh ho!" I chortle, zipping back into the lead, "Suck on these!" I lift my arms and pivot toward him, shaking my bare chest at his face.

"Okay." He drops his controller and presses his mouth directly onto my nipple and I gasp.

"Ah! I didn't mean..." Fuck that feels so good right now... "Mmmm..." I bite my lip, trying to focus on keeping first place as his teeth gently tug at my overly sensitive skin.

"Fuck your tits are incredible..." Brett pulls off with a wet pop, massaging my breast while I try to keep playing with my hands above my head. "You gotta try this, dude!" He says to John, leaning in to suck little bites across the side of my breast.

"Hey, it's not like I'm winning anyways..." John shrugs, dropping his controller and gripping my other breast in one hand, the other on my knee, his tongue quickly flickering against my nipple.

"Uhn!" I shudder, my pussy overjoyed at the sudden attention, aching for more. But I'm so close to winning! My legs splayed wide, hooked across their laps, I lean back into the couch to try and steady myself, my arms raised wide as the two boys with their raging erections nip and suckle and massage my breasts, my desperately wet pussy barely hiding under the thin bit of skirt stretched almost too far across my thighs.

I cross the finish and shudder again, the boys slowly becoming more aggressive in their assault on my chest, John's hand not-so-subtly slipping higher and higher up my thigh.

"Oh, perfect timing, pizza!" Master says from across the room, turning the TV off. I glance at the dark screen to see the very clear reflection of the two boys with very stiff cocks burying their faces in my bare breasts, but best of all my wide open skirt is plainly baring my gaping, wet pussy right on the center of the reflection.

"You guys think we should send Cindy to get it?" Master suggests, and Brett immediately pulls off with another rough, wet pop, making me shudder in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Definitely!" He grins down at my chest, shining with his spit.

"I'm sure the delivery guy will appreciate it." John pulls off more gently, but leaves my other breast no less slobbery. I just lay there a moment, trying to breath.

John catches my eye and I glance over at the TV. He follows and grins. "Looking good!" He says tapping Brett's should and motioning over at the reflection right up my skirt. As if literally sucking on my tits wasn't enough...

"Who's hungry?" Master stands, holding a hand to me.

"I know what I wanna eat..." Brett grins.

I sigh and let Master pull me up on my feet. "Pizza first." I start around the couch, "Then pussy." I murmur to myself, heading up to show off my spit-slick tits to whoever might be standing up there with our pizza.

After a day of teasing and cum and this evening of stripping and sucking, I barely even hesitate to open the front door, my heart racing more with my near-unbearable arousal at this point than any kind of fear of another person seeing my perky breasts and large dark nipples, even with them visibly puffy after the boys' attention.

I open the door wide with a single tug, ensuring my shining breasts jiggle excessively with the motion, and frown with a huff to find no one at all waiting there to catch me. Just pizza boxes sitting on the porch, all alone.

"Oh, ya, I guess they usually just leave food there these days, don't they?" John comes up behind me and glancing out the door.

"Kinda disappointing, honestly..." I sigh, stepping out to bend down and grab the pizza.

"Well then, let's make it better!" Brett says as I feel my skirt suddenly yanked down to my ankles. I jump with a muted shriek.

"Ah! Brett! Oh my god!" I pull up with the pizza boxes, suddenly naked, quickly turning my bare ass to the street, wide eyed. The coverage of the short skirt made me feel a lot safer than I realized, and being totally naked out here on the front porch of Master's house with these very horny boys is quite a different situation! He just smiles at me, stepping aside and waving me in. I hurrying past him and he generously closes the door.

... Leaving my skirt out on the porch...

"Oh my god, Brett!" I grin at him, my heart racing with more than just arousal this time.

"Even better than showing off your awesome tits?" He offers.

"Maybe..." I bite my lip and chuckle at him. Master opens the basement door for me as I carry the boxes down, pressed up under my bare breasts. The boys in their bottoms follow me, nude, descending the staircase. I set the pizzas on the table beside my bright pink underwear and open a box, grabbing a slice and standing by the loveseat.

"So, Cindy," Brett grabs some pizza and plops into the loveseat right before me, his face pointedly level with my pussy, which he stares at unashamedly as he eats. And I let him. "Can you really deep throat?"

"Why? You want some pointers?" I smirk through a mouthful of pizza, John taking the spot next to Brett to likewise stare at my bare snatch, which absolutely doesn't mind the attention! "It's like the old joke about how you get to Carnegie Hall." I giggle through my mouthful as I suddenly think of a way better way to end this joke, my breasts jiggling so noticably you'd think they didn't even know what a cliche was.

"Practice practice practice?" John walks right into it. Perfect!

"No, suck a lotta cock!" I snort, messily swallowing a mouthful. I clear my throat and take a very serious tone. "But, no, seriously, I am actually very, very good at fitting cocks all the way down my throat." I stand there, calmly naked, and look plainly down at the boys. "Balls deep, pubes snug against my lips, cum pumping down my throat." I pause for effect... "Wanna see?"... and perk up with a broad smile.

"Uh," John coughs, glancing over at Master before preparing to solicit a blowjob from his friend's girlfriend. "Yes. Um, yes please?" The boy with the raging erection wearing nothing but a tight paper of briefs stares up at me nervously, expectantly.

"Alrighty!" I set down my slice of pizza and drop my naked self to my knees, turning to the table and searching out the box of cinnamon 'sticks', those sickly-sweet desert breadsticks. I grab one and spin around to John's side of the table, bracing it right on the edge. "Now, imagine this is a cock!" I wiggle the cinnamon cock at him and nod, pointedly aiming my chest at him as I do for maximum effect. "Could be any cock, doesn't matter, his, yours, anyone." He nods back, visibly disappointed in my choice of prop.

"Hmm..." I lean in and press my lips into it and frown. "No, this... I mean, plus, you can't hardly see..." I glance around, eyeing the space on the couch between the boys. "Here, imagine these are your legs!" I scoot over in front of the loveseat, placing my hands dangerously high up the boys' bare thighs, letting my hands wander higher as I look expectantly up at them to see if they can handle this great feat of imagination.

"Um, sure!" John manages and I grin up at him.

"Definitely." Brett chimes in.

"And this..." I position the cinnamon stick between them on the couch. "Is your deliriously hard cock, aching for me to suck you off!" I smirk, their actual very hard cocks barely a foot away now. I swallow, salivating at the ever-increasingly-less-subtle scent of them as I lean in on the cinnamon stick.

"Now, I've heard a lot of nonsense about no hands blah blah blah..." I spit messily on the pretend cock, stroking it with one hand, keeping it 'erect' with the other, "But, like, whatever, you know?" The topping is not holding up well, I'm making a terrible mess... "I like a bit of warm up, draw it out, savor every inch..."

I finally slide onto it, and between it being smaller than a real dick and a quite bit squishier, I slide easily down to the couch in one go. While I'm down here, I might as well clean up my mess... I inhale wetly and nosily around the cinnamon stick, massaging greedily at its length with my tongue while sucking up the cinnamon crumbs from the cushion.

I keep at it until the cushion is more or less clean again, then pull back up, leaving a very small and kind of pitiful looking unadorned, soggy breadstick behind. I suck up the drool running down my chin, and then pop upright with a great idea.

I snatch the icing packet and squish it into my mouth, turning to the boys to show off my mouthful of white goo. I try to suck up the drool again, but the icing catches in my throat, much thicker and grainier than cum, and I cough, drooling even more, white wet splotches dribbling down my chin onto my tits.

I cough again and shake my head. "Ooof, yikes, went down the wrong pipe!" I smile at the boys, white goop running down my face and breasts. "Good thing it wasn't cum, what a waste that would be!" I giggle, pulling myself up onto the loveseat between them again, quickly hooking my bare knees over theirs, this time with my gaping-wide, very-wet pussy plainly in view.

I pull a boob up to my face as best I can to suck off the icing, eliciting a raised eyebrow from Brett. "I'll bet that's the best tasting thing you've licked off your tits, eh?" He smirks, his hand running soft caresses along my thigh.

"Nope!" I smile wryly as his fingers tease gently back and forth on my sensitive skin, getting closer and closer to their destination with each stroke.

"So, uh, more Mario Kart?" John offers, his hands not having nearly as much fun.

"Nah, I'm tired of kicking your sorry asses... Wanna watch a movie?" I nod at Master and he brings up some streaming apps.

"You guys have any preferences? Hulu, Netflix, Prime..."

"Hulu is usually good." Brett shrugs.

"Wait a second, your Mom really never comes down here, does she? That's straight up PornHub on your home screen or whatever." I chuckle.

"Is that your vote? Sounds like that's your vote to me." John says matter-of-factly.

"The lady wants pornhub, give her pornhub!" Brett teases my thigh a little higher as I mostly finish cleaning off the last of my breast.

"Alrighty, let's see, how about 'asian teen gangbang'?" Master manages to deftly pull something shockingly appropriate right out of his recent search history.

"Aww, I've seen this one before..." I pout mockingly as he plays the top hit.

"Where's the plot? She just starts with three cocks in her face right off." John joins in.

"Not that I'd complain, mind you, but I also certainly wouldn't mind some context!" I pat his lap agreeably, letting my palm settle on the shaft of his cock, my fingertips finding his tip poking up out of the waistband.

"Ya, who are these guys? Friends of hers? Randos at a party?" Brett offers, his fingers now abandoning my thigh entirely and gently grating at my pussy mound, barely and inch or two from my clit...

"Maybe they're all on the math team together?" I shrug, frowning my fake annoyance as I gently rub my finger on the head of John's cock, savoring the increasingly desperate desire for Brett to take the plunge.

"Ya, how'd they end up here? Were they at the state math competition and she knew all the answers or something?" John smirks.

"Right? She was like," Fuck it. I reach out and brusquely shove my hands into their underwear, wrapping my fingers right around both their cocks, stroking them as I eagerly bounce, "'Oh oh, I know this one! I know this one! It's five minus the square root of two over two! Gosh, can one of your boys buzz us in? My hands are full...'" I bite my lip, smiling at John, still stroking, longer and slower.

"They might not even have realized she was doing it on purpose..." John swallows, my hand working its way up and down his shaft.

"I knew." Brett says, my other hand working his.

"The fuck you did!" Master laughs and I giggle.

"'Oh my, that one looks so hard, let me lean waaaaay across the table and help you with that...'" I let go of Brett and climb up to lean over John's lap, pulling his underwear down as I press my tits against his cock, brushing them haphazardly along his shaft at this awkward angle.

"Want me to get your wedgie out again, Cindy?" With my ass pointed right at him, Brett takes full advantage to finally take the plunge and slides a finger into me. I shudder in reply, my hips grinding down deep against him.

"'Oh my, my hair is getting in my face, I'm sure I have a hair tie here somewhere...'" I reach back and hold Brett's fingers in my very grateful pussy as I half-stand to maneuver toward the table. Still bent, I grab my panties, pulling my hair back unreasonably messily as he starts fingering me a little deeper and faster and my breath catches slightly.

"'Hey, can you take a closer look at this hair tie I just found, do you think it matches my bra?'" I mock to John as I swivel and press my face into his lap, locking my legs straight as Brett really picks up the pace with his hand. Shivering happily, I finally get to slide John's cock into my mouth, and it's fucking delicious!

Ignoring my own bullshit from earlier, I quickly slobber my way down his shaft hands-free until I get it all the way in, before coming back up for air and grinning over to Brett, who is still faithfully making my pussy go insane with his fingers.

"You know, those boxers don't have to be the tightest thing you stuff that cock in tonight..." I raise my eyebrows at him and then turn back to John as Brett jumps up and drops his boxers to the floor.

I slide back onto John as I feel Brett step up behind me and press the tip of his cock against my pussy. I shudder around John as both he and Brett slide gently deeper in then out of me, until both cocks quickly find themselves fully inside me.

Only my second time with a cock in each end, I hesitantly try to find a rhythm that works, and for a moment, Brett slides out of me as I press in on John, and John slips back as Brett shoves in deep. I try to rock between them, faster, the sensation of both cocks working in seeming unison quickly pushing me toward my peak. But the boys are eager, too, and they start picking their own pace, breaking the rhythm, their hips quickly smashing deep into me in asynchronicity.

John is the first to give, sighing a soft "uhn..." as he bursts deep in my throat. I pull up, trying to concentrate on John's suddenly delicious shaft as Brett is picking up speed too, slamming his cock harder and harder into my incredibly happy little pussy. I manage to get a decent mouthful pumping up and down on John before he's finished filling me up, and pull off him with a wet sucking quickly followed by my own soft "uhn..." as I involuntarily drool a little of his tasty goo...

Mmm, I'm getting just a bit too distracted by Brett back there...

I swallow roughly, then shove John's shoulder, laying him across the loveseat. I pull off Brett, who very obligingly pauses his incredibly successful assault on my pussy, and up onto John's lap, wrapping my legs on either side of him. "You were delicious." I say, John's cum still streaking my very happy grin down at him. I grind my likewise very wet pussy on his quickly rehardening cock before looking back at Brett, "But I want to compare and contrast..."

I lean back and grab Brett's cock, hard but slick with my juices, and pull him around to where I can lean forward on John while I slip Brett into my mouth. I smile to discover his cock has that delightfully familiar taste of my own pussy as I press it gently back toward my throat. Brett wraps his fingers into my hair and presses himself quickly deeper, giving me a great chance to show him my patented throat loosening technique!

I feel John getting hard enough again below me and reach my free hand down, bracing myself up with the other, and guide his cock inside me. Brett is already thrusting his hips against my face as I struggle to breathe through my nose, but John slides in easily and smoothly as my half-fucked pussy tightens around his cock. My hips writhe almost of their own accord with the combination of him deep in me and Brett pushing my throat to its limit.

Suddenly I feel fingers, cold and wet, massaging up my butt crack. The sensation pushes me over my own limit and I feel my body convulse gently around the two cocks inside me. John is gripping my hips now, thrusting up into me. Between him just starting again and Brett seeking his own release, my oncoming orgasm has virtually no effect on the rate at which I'm being pounded.

Then one of the fingers massaging my ass presses itself inside me, deeper with each subtle stroke, as if trying to hide in the noise of the two cocks already violently working to pump me full of cum. It slips free and, an instant later, a third cock presses inside me.

That orgasm was just barely scratching the surface.

My whole body convulses as I try vainly to cry out in pleasure around Brett's cock, shoving itself harshly in and out of my throat, made more harsh by its utter disregard for the subtle synchronicity of the other two cocks ramming into me from the other end. My convulsions seem barely noticed by the boy holding my head to fuck my face or by the one holding my hips to fuck my pussy, let alone by the one now matching pace as he finally fully inserts himself into my ass.

Just when I start to think I can't take anymore, they start to cum, like some unspoken chain reaction. I can't even tell which one is first, suddenly I just have cum pumping into all three holes at once, my already intense orgasm exploding into a red haze.

Brett is the first to pull out, but not because he's done. He keeps his tight grip on my hair as he splatters cum onto my face, splashing it across my cheeks and eyes, wiping the tip against my lips just as John finishes pumping his second helping of cum deep into my pussy.

Master is the last to stop, but he also pulls out, finishing across my ass cheeks. I gasp for breath, collapsing under the weight of my orgasms, John smoothly sliding out from under me as I spill, coated in cum, onto the loveseat. I can feel it oozing out of every hole and down my face and ass.

... it feels... incredible...

I just want to lay here forever, giddily shivering my contented little sighs, little cascades of orgasm flickering through me as I occasionally pull globs of the cum splattering my face or my ass cheeks or dribbling from my pussy and give them a little taste.

Master's is the best. But John's is pretty tasty too, although, that might just be the taste of my pussy... I think Brett will need to cum in my pussy too, just to be sure...

I finally look up after what I now realize seems like quite a while of just laying on the loveseat naked, cum dribbling out of everywhere, and notice Master smiling down at me, fully dressed.

"Seemed like you enjoyed that quite a bit!" I nod happily up at him. When did he get dressed?

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Brett's dressed too. I shrug. He points at the TV.

He's got "asian teen public orgasm" queued up in the PornHub search.

"Sounds like a plan to me, eh babe?" Master smirks down at me.

"Mmm... yes, Master." I sigh.

There's an oddly long pause.

"... Master?" John asks.

...

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